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gingersxng · 2 months

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Let’s Play

pairing: f!reader x Mingi

Summary: two roommates spending a night talking.. nothing would happen right

Genre: Smut 18+

Notes: roommates, mingi is a tease, dom!mingi, sub!reader, reader gets jealous, slight manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex (always keep safe), modified doggy style, oral f.receiving, handjob, big dick mingi, cum eating, overstimulating, creampie

Words: 1.1k

you and Mingi had been roommates for awhile now and you got along quite well. sure it was a challenge to share an apartment with a guy at first but as time passed you got used to it. in fact you had gotten pretty comfortable around each other. like some days when you walk around in the apartment in just a big shirt and panties, getting something from the top shelf and your shirt just rides up exposing your ass cheeks right in front of Mingis face. ofc he’ll watch it jiggle when you get down from your tippy toes and gulp hard at the sight. you knew he watched but it didn’t bother you cause he had already seen you naked from all the times he’d walked in on you either changing or when you’ve taken a shower and forgot to lock the door.

one night you were staying up late talking in your bedroom cause you had a bigger bed than Mingi so it was easier to sit together comfortably. you had talked for hours about everything. you both started to get a bit tired and that was when Mingi decided it was a good time to begin and tease you. you were talking about old high school crushes and Mingi told you there was a girl he used to date for a very short time, which in some way made you a little jealous but you and Mingi wasn’t dating so you didn’t understand why you felt that way. you suddenly got very interested and started asking questions. “was she pretty?” you asked as your smile dropped a bit. he watched you as a little smirk appeared on his lips. “you know what, actually she was” he said still locking eyes with you. you felt yourself blushing a bit breaking the eye contact. “she had those beautiful green eyes and very pretty lips..” he continued to tease you. your head got back up looking him in the eyes. “really?” your eyes grew puppy like. “and her nose was so cute I just wanted to give it a boop” he said while he gave your nose a little boop cause he knew you hated when people did that. you began to understand he didn’t mean anything he just said so you took a pillow and threw it at him. “Mingi I swear I’m gonna kill you!” he broke out in that gummy smile and eyes disappearing.

he threw back the pillow at you which made you throw yourself at him starting a play fight. you were much smaller than Mingi and he took advantage of that as he grabbed you by your arms and flipped you over onto your back having him hovering over you. you felt your heart race and cheeks blush. he tightened the grip on your arms which you were sure would leave bruises the next day. you could see his eyes turn dark and that smirk reappearing. “wanna play huh?” his voice dropped and octave. it took you by surprise and it made things to you. one of his hands traveled down your stomach and further down cupping your heat. “so wet already and all I did was pin you down” a chuckle escaped his lips. he began to rub your clit through your panties making you moan in return. you grew desperate and reached down for his sweatpants pulling them down together with his boxers. his cock landing against your core, the size made you clench onto nothing. he pulled up your pyjama shirt revealing your round boobs. he had one hand on your clit while the other held himself up so he wouldn’t crush you with his body weight. he started planting kisses onto your boobs down to your lower belly stopping when he reached your heat. Mingi locked eyes with you again as he pulled down your panties.

you grabbed his cock giving it a few pumps earning a couple of low groans from him. he then flipped you over so you were on you stomach. he took both your arms and placed them on your back with one hand, his fingers running up and down your wet folds before slowly pushing in one, two and then three fingers to prepare you so you’d be able to take him. you were biting your lips putting your face into the pillow to drown out the moans.

he pulled out his fingers and leaned down to your ear. “let’s play” he whispered. you could feel him smirk against your ear. he rubbed his tip against your slit to tease you. you whined pushing your hips up trying to get him inside you. Mingi let out a small chuckle and decided to tease you some more cause he saw how crazy it drove you. he slowly pushed the tip in and stopped, repeating it a few times before pushing his whole cock inside you without a warning. he stretched you out so bad making you scream into the pillow. it felt so damn good and you could literally feel every vein of his big cock against your walls while he was pounding into you. “fuck Mingi you’re so… b-big” you moaned out. that only boosted his ego and made him go rougher on you, pulling all the way out only to ram it all in again. you swore you could see the whole galaxy. Mingi could feel you clench around him and knew you were about to cum so he stopped denying your orgasm turning you into a whining mess. he pulled out and took your legs to get you on your knees while facing down. you felt him caressing your ass spreading the cheeks apart. the bed dipped and you felt his tongue licking along your folds before he started fucking you with it.

the pleasure became too much and all he did was putting some pressure on your clit and you instantly came on his tongue. he licked it all up but he wasn’t done yet. you could feel your knees began to give out but Mingi grabbed your hips holding you up ramming himself inside you again so deep you could feel his dick brushing your cervix. the overstimulation started to take over and your legs began to shake, you were biting the pillow so hard your jaw hurt. Mingis thrusts started to get sloppy and with a loud “fuck” he came, cum leaking out while he was still inside. “damn that’s hot” he said pulling out watching it drip down your inner thighs.

he collapsed beside you, both of you catching your breaths. he turned to you still a smirk on his face. “we should have play dates more often”. he said sticking out his tongue between his teeth. you smacked him on the chest with a pillow.

“so i guess that’s a yes?”

and you guys did indeed make this into a regular thing from now on.

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pnwvegan · 3 months

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“Steamy”

Sam Winchester x Female Reader Smut

Warnings: 18+ only!

Summary: It’s a cold morning and you decide to take a hot shower. Sam decides to join you and takes matters into his own hands with the shower head.

Your eyes were crusted with sleep as you opened your eyes, looking around at your room that was coated in the pale light of early morning. The room was cold and you would have been shivering if it wasn’t for your boyfriend Sam’s warm body pressed against your back, his arm draped over you and protecting you from the bitter cold of the room. You cuddled with him for several more minutes before you knew you needed to get up and shower.

Finally you dragged Sam’s long arm off of you, earning a groan in response. You tiptoed into the bathroom, the tiled floor cold under your feet. You passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of yourself with messy hair and in Sam’s shirt,smiling to yourself. You had never been so happy, and your reflection certainly showed it.

You stood under the water, basking in the warmth, watching the goosebumps rise on your arms. You were so lost in the feeling of the shower, you hardly noticed the tall shape in your peripheral. You turned around to see Sam standing there, water glistening off his

abs and running down his body.

“Care if I join you?” He asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Not at all” you replied. He stepped toward you, putting his head under the shower head. You ran your hands down his abs, he signed contently and pulled you into him. You rested your head on his chest,him kissing the top of your head.

“How did I get you?”Sam’s voice vibrated through your body. You looked up at him and replied with a smirk,

“Your big brain..well amongst other things” you glanced down at his hardness that now rested on his stomach, even though you had been together for years, his size still amazed and baffled you. After receiving a full body chuckle, he kissed you once more. Running his hands along your back,down to your ass and squeezing. Your arousal getting lost within the steam wrapped around you.

You felt his hands pulling you up and your legs wrapped around his waist, you still on the cloud of the feverish kiss you were inner twined in. Sam pressed you against the damp shower wall.

Sam ravished your neck, you signing and throwing your head back. Your wet hair sticking to your face, through it you could see the dark, hungry look in Sam’s eyes. He rubbed himself against your core and you let out a moan in response. You nibbled Sam’s ear and he asked breathlessly,

“I wanna feel you cum baby”

You breathed a sigh of pleasure into his ear. You didn’t know what he was going to do. He put you down and you noticed you couldn’t feel the stream of water on top of your head. It wasn’t until the water was warmly running down your stomach that you noticed the shower head was in his hand.

“Open your legs” he said while nodding his head towards your legs. You opened your legs, feeling the pressure build in your stomach as he focused the stream onto your clit. As he moved the shower head in circles, he pinched your nipple with his other hand.

“Sam” you moaned, leaning on the shower wall to keep your balance.

“I know baby, just let it make you feel good,” his voice was low and it didn’t help lessen the pressure within your core. You buried your hands into his hair, his smirk knowing you’re close. He took the hand that was on your nipple and pushed one finger inside you, him watching your reaction. You threw you head back, the pressure finally too much. You rode his hand until you were sure you were in a completely different universe.

Once you came down from your high, Sam took you into his arms and kissed you. Suddenly, the cold outside the shower didn’t matter anymore.

A/N: Finally something new! Hope you all enjoy 💜

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Grateful Dad | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: When you lose Bradley's favorite possession while you're away for a work conference, he starts to panic when you get home.

Warnings: Fluff, swears, mentions of sex and pregnancy

Length: 1400 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is an optional one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time!

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You just had a hunch. Something was telling you that the timing had worked out perfectly this month. It could have been that night that Bradley made you a romantic dinner for your birthday, complete with s'mores made over the stove burner. Or maybe it was the evening when he'd come into your office while you were grading exams and spread you out on your desk. It could have even happened that Sunday afternoon when he tried on his new dress whites for you.

But regardless, you weren't too surprised when your period didn't start the day it should have. You weren't shocked that it didn't come the following day either. You were in fact very excited when you had to find a store that was open late on the random Tuesday night when you were in Philadelphia for an academic conference.

You took a stack of pregnancy tests back to your hotel room and looked at them sitting in a row on the desk while you called your husband. You would take the tests in the morning as the instructions told you.

"Hey, Sugar."

His voice sounded extra raspy through the phone, and it made you smile at the Clear Blue Easy box in front of you.

"Hi, Beer Boy. How was work?"

"It was fine. I miss you. What time does your flight land on Friday night?"

"Kind of late. Not until ten."

Bradley groaned. "I can't wait to pick you up. I can't even enjoy the Hard Deck without you. Everyone just asks where you are the whole time, and the beers don't taste as good."

You smiled. Hopefully after you took a pregnancy test in the morning, you could tell him he'd have to keep drinking without you for a while. "I'll be home before you know it."

"You gonna send me a selfie?" he asked, and you could practically hear him smirking. You quickly snapped a photo of you all dressed for bed in his old tie dyed Grateful Dead shirt, and when you texted it, he moaned into the phone.

"You look so good in that. You look better out of it."

You laughed and said, "Maybe I'll send you another one in the morning while I take a shower."

"Oh, fuck. Please do. And then get your ass home to me."

The selfies you took in the shower the next morning and sent to him were a big hit with Bradley. And you had to admit that your smile had never looked brighter or happier than they did in those photos. Maybe with the exception of when you and Bradley reconnected at your ten year class reunion.

So you threw away all of the pregnancy tests and got dressed for your conference. And on the way there, you found exactly what you were looking for on Amazon and ordered it with a giddy laugh.

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Bradley was waiting around, contemplating keeping his uniform on after work on Friday. He knew you would like that, but he still had hours until it was time to pick you up from the airport. So he changed into jeans and a backwards cap instead and decided to clean the house.

"Good, god," he murmured, simply closing the door to your messy office instead of even attempting to do anything constructive in there. First of all, you'd get pissed if he moved anything. And second, the food wrappers and dirty mugs were your problem to deal with, not his. "She's as bad as Nat."

You were kind of a slob, but he loved you and he was delighted when it was time to collect you from the airport. His week had been empty without you. At times it felt like he was still living in that ten year period when he didn't have you with him; nothing was wrong, exactly, but nothing was right either.

"Sugar!" he called out when he saw you at the airport. And holy shit, did you always look this beautiful? Had he been taking you for granted recently? He really hoped not, because you were fucking stunning even in leggings and a sweatshirt as you approached him with a gorgeous smile on your face.

"I missed you, Beer Boy." Your hands were on his neck as you kissed his lips and his mustache, and Bradley pulled you tight against his body. "You look cute in your hat."

He was going to take you home and fuck you hard into the mattress.

However, upon arrival, disaster struck. Bradley watched you open your suitcase on the bedroom floor and gasp as you dug around. "I think I lost your shirt."

Bradley's heart sank. "My Grateful Dead shirt?"

"Yeah."

"Sugar! What the fuck, baby?" he whined in desperation. He loved that stupid thing. He loved that you always wore it. He loved that you kept it with you for ten solid years between college and when you and he reunited. "Seriously?"

When you just winced, Bradley took out his phone. "Which hotel did you stay at again? I'll call them. Maybe one of the housekeepers found it." He had pulled up google to search for the phone number, but he saw you smiling out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry about it too much. I got you a replacement."

He thought his eyes were going to bug out. "A replacement? No, that shirt was vintage. Where did you possibly find a replacement?"

"Amazon!" you said brightly, and he groaned and dropped his phone. "Come over here and look at it!"

There was no way you couldn't tell that Bradley was pissed off as you stood and held up a hideous orange, brown and teal tie dyed monstrosity in front of him.

"Oh, no. No no no," he moaned as he read the front of it. "It's all wrong! It's like that 'No Regerts' tattoo meme. And don't even get me started on the colors."

You turned it around the other way so you could look at it, and you calmly told him, "It looks good to me."

Bradley was sweating now. His priceless shirt was gone, and his wife had lost her damn mind. "Sugar. It says Grateful Dad. Not Dead. It's a typo."

You examined it again and shook your head. "No typos," you told him, smiling while he wanted to scream. And then you held it up one more time.

"Wait," he whispered. "Oh."

It couldn't be. Could it? But the two of you hadn't been using protection for quite a few months. The idea of letting it happen naturally, if it happened at all, had appealed to both of you. Bradley's heart was pounding in his ears as your smile grew.

"Sugar?" He pulled the shirt from your hands and tossed it onto the bed, taking both of your cheeks gently in his hands as he gaped at you. "Are you pregnant?" His voice was soft, so scared that he might be wrong about this.

But you nodded and said, "Yes!"

He hauled you up into his arms and shouted, "Hell yeah!"

"You're going to be a dad! To a little Bradshaw Bean!" you told him as he spread you out on the bed and very gently laid on top of you, making sure he didn't put pressure on your belly.

"I'm going to be the Grateful Dad! I'm so happy!" He could feel tears prickling at his eyes as he kissed your face before easing himself down your body and gently pulling up your sweatshirt to kiss your belly. After nuzzling around your belly button, he pushed your shirt up further and paused.

"You are such a brat!" he scolded with a grin when he realized you had been wearing his authentic, vintage Grateful Dead tee under your sweatshirt the entire time. "Just for that, we're naming the baby Jerry Garcia Bradshaw."

Your hysterical laughter as he kissed and tickled you had him smiling for the rest of the night. And when you fell asleep on him, all wrapped up in his shirt after he made love to you, he ordered a newborn sized tie dye onesie.

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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Wait For You

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smutm fluff, use of pet names, cursing, fingering, (female receiving) , established relationship, all consensual.

Summary: Daylight savings really kicked your ass. Getting home, Stunna has surprised you with breakfast for dinner and knows exactly what to do to make your night better.

Word Count: 2,092k

A/N: Enjoy another self-indulgent fic. After the BS I just witnessed with Watchman, I had to cleanse my brain with something cute and fluffy. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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As soon as you closed the door behind you, you deflated against the door. Your shoulders sagged and your face dropped to its natural resting state. This daylight savings kicked your natural Black ass but you couldn’t let anyone see you deflate. You had to walk with your shoulders back, with a smile on your face so that you weren’t “threatening”.

Fuck, you were tired of pretending. Your purse slid off of your shoulders just as the smell of pancakes hit your nose. You inhaled and heaved a sigh, like pushing the day off of your shoulders now that you were home and safe. Safe to be you, the real you.

“Baby?” You called out. You toed off your heels, sighing once more at the cool wood under your bare feet.

Stunna appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, towel slung over his wide shoulder and an apron around his slim waist. He smiled when he saw you, holding a mixing bowl and whisk.

“I lost track of time. I thought I’d have these ready by the time you got home,” he said.

You threw your purse onto the couch and walked over to him, looking into the bowl. “I would’ve gotten dinner started,” you said. You pecked him on the cheek. Well, he had to lean down for you to do so and it was adorable every time he made the concession for you.

“I heard how tired you were on the phone,” he said.

Your heart swelled with love, so thick it made your heart beat double time to keep up. “What am I gon’ do with you?” You asked softly.

Stunna’s eyes softened and he winked at you. “Why don’t you get out of them clothes. By the time you’re done I should be wrapping up,” he said. He kissed your temple and gestured for you to do as he said.

“Yes, Sir,” you said, a playful grin hovering on your lips. He gave you a warning look, to not test him. But he only looked more adorable and you were getting a sugar high just being next to him.

You went to your room and shed off your clothes. Shed off the day and the bullshit from work. You hopped in the shower, letting the flaming hot water relax your muscles. You washed up quickly and got out, toweling yourself dry. Took your time with your smell goods. You threw on one of Stunna’s old navy T-shirts and nothing else, not trying to be bothered.

You padded back into the kitchen just as Stunna flipped a pancake onto a waiting stack. Steam rose from the fluffy pancakes and your mouth watered. He smiled at you and gestured for you to sit, so you did. He took off the apron, back to his gray sweatpants and plum colored shirt.

“What you been up to all day?” You asked.

“Did your honey-do,” he said and chuckled. He loved calling it that, though it was him putting most of the items on it. In between running his empire, he was often home alone and able to pay more attention to things that needed fixing. He wasn’t that handy yet, but he was getting there.

He brought the stack of pancakes over to you, plus some type of apple butter he found at the store that made you want to marry it. It was smooth and spread perfectly, melting into the bread and infusing it with even more deliciousness. You vowed to learn his secret one day.

He forked over two pancakes for you and four for himself. You got to work cutting it into squares, wiggling in your seat. Stunna chuckled and shook his head. “Tell me about work, baby,” he said.

You told him. There wasn’t much to tell that you didn’t already recap during your afternoon break. You needed those little fifteen minutes to hear his voice. Sometimes, when you had a really shitty day, you paid particular attention to how he pronounced words. How his mouth moved and tongue rolled to make sounds that any human being could. But none did it like Stunna.

You were addicted to this man. And you weren’t trying to go to rehab.

He listened to you recount the rest of your day. There was nothing particularly wrong about it. You were just a chronically sleepy baby forced to put on your big girl pants and go to work. You were meant to frolic around in a field, collecting berries, or weaving baskets. None of this daily grind bullshit.

Stunna listened like it was the first time hearing it. He responded just like any of your friends would. Gasping and shaking his head, offering his two cents where it was warranted. You liked that you could gossip to him and he didn’t pretend to not be interested. He loved the office tea as much as you did.

As you spoke, you dug into his delicious food. It managed to be the right kind of fluffy, the kind that seemed to disappear as soon as it hit your tongue. You made sure to drizzle it with the proper amount of syrup, exactly to your liking.

Before long, you were yawning and trying to keep up with the conversation. Spring Forward always seemed to attack you personally. Like something was altered in the makeup of your body with the seasonal change. You hated it. Your equilibrium was off.

Stunna kissed your cheek and collected your plate. You knew better than to argue with the man in his dojo. The kitchen was sacred. Or he was king and the kitchen his castle. Whatever metaphor you settled on suited Stunna just fine. The point was, he was in charge and there was no way you were touching a shiny dish while he was around.

You suspected that he really just had an order to things and didn’t want you to disturb his flow. That was okay.

Stunna hummed while he washed dishes and you took a moment to watch his broad shoulders work. The muscles in his arms jumping. The way his head tilted to the side sometimes while he focused in on wiping the plates and forks clean. He put the rest of the butter in the fridge and then grabbed your hand.

You smiled at him as he pulled you into a standing position. You whined a bit, feeling like a real baby. You didn’t even want to move. “Just to the bedroom and then you’re free to turn into a potato,” he said.

“Fine,” you grumbled. He led you into the bedroom and closed the door. He turned on the TV and then discarded his sweats and shirt, leaving him in his briefs that clung to a gorgeous ass and muscular thighs.

You hummed in appreciation, biting your lip as you watched him move. He grinned, showing off that perfect smile of his. You could live a thousand lifetimes with him and never get sick of appreciating his body. Appreciating him. He was just goodness through and through, until Big Stunna had to come out and be ruthless in the streets.

You were a little nervous to tell him, but that was when you were most attracted to him. When he got that serious look in his eye and handled business like a man. Wasn’t nothing sexier than a man you couldn’t tell what to do.

He turned on the TV, shaking his head at your obvious ogling. He turned it to one of your favorite mindless programs. One of those shows that you could watch over and over and never get sick of.

He got into bed first, scooting over to the middle and patted his thighs. “You know you don’t have to,” you said. Today had been shitty, but you knew how he got when he tackled the honey-do. He went after it like everything else he did, with a single minded focus that bordered on obsession.

“Get yo sexy ass over here, girl,” he said.

You grinned. You didn’t have to be told twice. You hopped into bed on your stomach, sliding your legs over his and scooting backwards until your ass was high in the air in front of his face. You two adjusted yourselves, scooting and moving until you fit better against each other.

He turned the TV higher and handed you a pillow so that you could squish it under your chest. He had a light smattering of hair on his legs and you reached over to kiss his calf.

“Thank you, baby,” he said.

His hands moved to the back of your thighs, rubbing deep circles that brought moans to your lips. Your body relaxed inch by inch, melting into his strong, capable hands. Weariness leached out of your bones the more he rubbed on you, hands moving down to your calves.

“Ouuee,” you moaned, as his fingers hit a sensitive spot.

“Can’t be moaning like that,” he said, his slow drawl making you shiver.

“Why not?” You asked, sleepily.

“Gon’ fuck around and get this dick. But I know you tired.” It was almost worth it trying to wrestle up the energy to hop on his dick just because you never wanted to go a day without being filled up with him.

But you didn’t have the energy to keep up with him tonight. One day, you’d have to look up how to increase your stamina that did not involve running. It was the exercise that most worked for your body type and it was the bane of your existence.

He moved his big hands to your ass and that’s when you really moaned. He worked out kinks you didn’t know were there. You knew you needed to move more often at work, but when you were in the zone, you ignored everything else. Including bodily signals to take breaks and handle business.

“Ouue, shit,” you moaned. His thumb pressed in one area that was like hitting the jackpot. Your eyes lazily rolled towards the back of your head as he worked out the knot.

The more his hands moved, the wetter you got. You couldn’t help it. The minute he smiled in your direction, you were wet and willing for whatever he decided to dish out. But it wasn’t really about the sex. It was just him.

He had a type of natural charisma that could sell ice to a polar bear and make it think it got off with a deal. It was intoxicating watching him turn that charm on you with a simple act like making you breakfast for dinner.

His fingers moved inward, circling just outside of your dripping entrance. “Hm, getting a little excited over here,” he said.

“A little,” you purred.

“Mhm, I’ll take care of that,” he said. He swiped his fingers through your wetness, continuing to play with you while you watched TV with him. You both talked about the show, arguing the cases for your favorite characters.

He thought you were tripping to like the villain on the show. You thought he was nuts for not liking the villain. Like…how could he not?

He argued his point of view, listing reasons why the villain was supposed to remain bad and not worthy of love. He continued to play with your pussy, pushing a finger inside of you. You gasped and groaned as he pumped his finger.

You still tried to make him see your side, your point, but hell, when he cheated like that you couldn’t form words. So you simply watched the moving pictures and stopped trying to fight your consciousness. You let it drift away. You let it drift away with Stunna’s fingers pumping into you and then moving out to play with your clit.

You hissed as he made contact, tracing tight little circles that drew whimpering cries from you. You only grew wetter, soaking his fingers without him being inside.

The orgasm rolled through you gently, like the first break of dawn after a long night. That first crack of light rose over the horizon just as your orgasm rose over you in undulating waves. Your tender moans filled the room as you shook and throbbed.

Sleep pulled at you as Stunna withdrew his fingers. The wet smacks of his lips as he licked his fingers made your pussy throb. Sleep fought harder. You relented, falling asleep to the feel of Stunna’s hands returning to your ass to work out a few more kinks and his sweet words of love filling your ears.

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glossgojo · 11 months

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prince treatment

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x AFAB reader | 5.7k words

summary: you’re hell-bent on treating bradley like a prince after the events of top gun maverick, but you’re still his princess…

cw: 18+ MDNI, no seriously p0rn with some plot, fluff, fingering, big rooster c0ck (hehe), blowjobs, shower head, oral fem receiving, pussy drunk bradley, AFAB reader, p in v sex, MATING PRESS, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, possessive bradley, use of “girl” as a pet name, pet names, some degradation towards the end, breeding <3, cervix fucking, i went a lil feral with this one

as soon as you got the call that the mission was over you were hauling ass in bradley’s baby blue bronco. you’d been staying at his place while he was on the mission, keeping it clean and waiting for him to return. you hadn’t even thought to change out of one of his baggy army shirts and instead slipped on biker shorts and sped to the base. phoenix had called and told you that Mav and bradley were resting up in the infirmary but they were okay, she also told you how hangman had helped, knowing you were not fond of the blonde pilot. you choked back a sob as you thanked her letting you know and rushed to get there.

both of the pilots were asleep and you made out bradley’s expression in the dim light of the room. he didn’t look injured but you didn’t hazard touching him, only placing a kiss to his scarred cheek. even in his slumber, he was the most handsome man you’d ever known and your heart swelled knowing he was peacefully asleep in front of you. you tried your best to stay awake in the chair next to the hospital bed but ultimately your eyes shut as you fell asleep to the sound of your boyfriend’s breathing.

bradley woke up to see you curled up, in a position that hardly looked comfortable, in one of his shirts. at first he thought he was dreaming, the sunlight shining down on your hair made you look like an angel. it wasn’t until he heard your soft exhale that he realized he was very much awake and the love of his life was here. you had only been dating two months but bradley had known the first night you were it for him. you talked like you had known each other your entire lives and bradley felt like you were always within him. like you were a bone he just discovered could be broken and healed within the span of a night. you had looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky but bradley was convinced for the better part of your early days that you were too good to be true. you were so kind to him, so loving it didn’t make sense. it still didn’t make sense, but he let himself be selfish, let himself be cared for. he watched the way his shirt dipped off your shoulder, how the material swallowed you whole and how damn good it felt knowing his girl was dressed in his clothes.

you stirred as bradley moved off the bed, sitting up and pulling on his boots. you always were a light sleeper, waking up to kiss him goodbye every morning no matter how early. your body unfurled, you clutched your neck as you stretched it, sore from its craned position. when your eyes fluttered open you took in your boyfriend staring at you lovingly as he sat across from you. you instantly sat up, your feet moving towards him.

“morning sweetheart.” you didn’t respond, just threw your arms around his neck. you’d missed his voice, it had only been a few weeks but you were terrified the entire time. you didn’t realize you were crying until his strong arms pulled you a little closer when tears wet his back. “hey, it’s okay i’m here.” he rubbed your back, rubbing his nose against the length of your neck, inhaling your scent. you smelled mostly of him, his shirt attributing to that, but there was still a hint of that warm floral smell that he could never get enough of. when your tears seemed to subside you pulled back to look at him, you had missed his eyes.

“hey handsome.” you said, your voice a little groggy still but he laughed nevertheless, and you were content with the smile on his face. you wanted to see him happy all the time, you wanted to care for him, he had been through so much not just in the mission but the past few months. “let’s go home.” home, bradley liked the way you said that about his place. you had only been there a couple times since you started dating, he usually stayed at your place but it seemed you had gotten comfortable at his apartment. the thought alone made the blood rush in his veins.

bradley threw his arm over your shoulder, you tucked into his side and pressed a kiss to his hand since you couldn’t reach his face without some tiptoeing. bradley thought you might just be the sweetest girl in the entire world. in the hallway outside the room you saw hangman sitting down and waiting, you couldn’t believe it but you remembered what phoenix said. he stood up and clapped a hand over bradley’s shoulder, they nodded at each other a whole conversation taking place in silence. you weren’t so adept in whatever that was so instead you just hugged him, bradley letting you go for a moment. you thanked him as you did it, and hangman let out a breath it felt he was holding for a while. you turn back towards bradley, seeing the small smile on his face.

“i know you would’ve killed me, and probably mav if anything happened to him,” jake joked, clearly uncomfortable with being appreciated, and you let him return back to his norm. you knew that in his own way, jake cared about rooster and mav and all the other pilots. he’d just never admit to it.

“you know me so well.” you looked up to bradley who had been watching you throughout the whole conversation. he was struck by how protective you were of him, the fact that you’d fight for him was enough to make his heart beat out of his chest. how had he never noticed this before? you were always barking back at hangman, or telling maverick off. he just never pieced together that it was all for him. he was a fool.

your voice shook him out of his thoughts as you bid your goodbyes to hangman and made your way to the parking lot. bradley could spot his car from a mile away but his eyes were on you. you pushed away from his hold, dangling the keys in front of his face. “i’m driving, you need to rest.” bradley couldn’t protest when you looked like a vision leaning back against the truck bed. he nodded, stepping towards you his hips against yours as he had you pressed against the truck. his arms circled your waist and yours circled his neck, one hand raking through his hair. bradley had to stop himself from groaning at the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp.

“i missed you so much, bradley, i’m so glad you’re safe. you’re a hero, you know that?” the adoration in your eyes was too much for him, bradley thought he might just prove how much he loves you in the bed of his truck, but you didn’t deserve that he wanted to tell you slowly, show you over and over again until you could only think that one thought, bradley loves you.

“i missed you too, before hangman radioed all i could think about was how much i wanted to come home to you.” you didn’t want to cry again, but you could feel tears pricking your eyes. you looked down, head hanging low as you realized what he was saying. when he was scared for his life, he was thinking about you.

“look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.” he nudged your head up, his hand cupping your jaw as he lightly pinched your chin. finally you gave in, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. he watched you blink, wiped the tears that strayed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“bradley, you can’t-fuck i can’t lose you.” bradley knew that you loved him, you’d already made it clear in your actions and now even though he could his reflection in your eyes he could still see that raw desperation and need that he recognized so well. you were just waiting for him, waiting for him to accept the love.

“you won’t.” he promised it with a kiss to your lips, letting you pull him closer, his half hard dick pressed against your stomach and you gasped, giving him an opening. his tongue traced the seam of your lips before delving deeper and tasting you. you kissed him back just as fervently, desperate for him. you pulled back for air first, bradley still pressing kisses to your mouth as you struggled for air. it was then that you realized you were still on the base. you reminded bradley of the fact and pushed him off, you had plans to cook him dinner and curl up in bed, it was high time to head home. bradley, reluctantly moved away from you pressing one last kiss to your lips before moving to the passenger door. you wished your boyfriend wasn’t so irresistible the taste of his lips lingered and you wanted so much more, but you could be patient.

you stuck the keys in and drove off towards bradley’s place and bradley couldn’t help but notice how good you looked driving his car. his shirt still hanging off your shoulders, his. you were his and the thought alone made his hand inch towards your thigh.

“hey that’s my move! you’re the passenger remember.” you pouted, shooting him a playful glare at a red light.

“i beat you to it, not my fault you look so pretty driving my car.” your heart skipped a beat as his hand inched higher, his voice dripping with want. you couldn’t look at him, you knew you’d lose all focus on your goals at home.

“i like taking care of you.” you murmured and bradley didn’t miss it. he couldn’t help but moved his hand higher, long fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts and finally you looked at him. your flushed cheeks and wide eyes drove bradley a little crazier. you didn’t stop him as his fingers grazed your flesh, a whine crawling up your throat. you looked back at the road, driving as well as you could as his thick fingers grazed your clit. his fingers dipped further, stopping as he felt just how wet you were. you squirmed and he huffed out a laugh as he collected your slick, his fingers coated in it. one of his thick fingers slipped into your heat and you bit your bottom lip to hold in the moan, he slid in easily all your arousal easing his movement. his finger curled and found the spot he was well familiar with, making you clench around him.

“so tight baby, ease up.” bradley couldn’t believe just how easily worked up you were, maybe you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. your arousal probably soaked through your shorts, he should’ve known. he watched as you abused your bottom lip, plump and raw from your teeth. he wanted to hear your pretty noises but he could wait. just as you felt yourself grow close, he slipped his finger out, grazing your clit making you tense, as his hand left your shorts. you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him as he licked your essence off his fingers, looking at you hungrily. the eye contact and the lewd sound of him slurping made you clench again, wanting to be home so badly.

“you taste like heaven sweetheart, can never have enough.” his words alone made you sure you had wet his leather seats. this was the longest drive home ever.

finally after feeling bradley’s eyes on you the remaining drive home you pulled into the driveway. bradley made his way to your door before you had finished collecting your things and opened it for you, you blushed as you looked up at him. it was only minutes ago that the same hand holding the door open was touching you. you made your way inside bradley’s house, setting your stuff down and bradley kicked his shoes off. his place looked the same. there were only a few changes, it smelled like coffee and there was a bouquet on his dining table. it looked fresh, like you’d gotten it just before he came home. was it for him? no surely it was just coincidence.

“it smells so good in here what did you do?” you smiled at him, interlocking your hands as you crossed the space to the dining table. it’s not like it smelled bad before but it was just apartment smells, like pinesol and faint hints of his cologne.

“i just brought some of my candles over. these are for you, i was too frazzled to bring them so i popped them in a vase.” you motioned to the bouquet of peach roses and babies breath. bradley was stunned by you once again. he didn’t know what else to do but pick you up by your waist and pull you into him.

“i don’t deserve you.” he kept his arms wrapped around, his head nuzzling into your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. your bradley was home and you wanted him to know just how much you appreciated him, how much you loved him.

“yes you do, we deserve each other. you’re a hero roo.” you press a kiss to his head, he’s filled with emotion you can hear it in his voice and you’re no better, you’d do anything for him and you hope he knows it. finally bradley let’s you go from his grip, placing you down carefully, pressing a kiss to your fingers that are still interlocked with his own. you feel your heart flutter, set alight by his gentle adoration of you.

“i wanted to cook for you, are you hungry right now or do you wanna wait?” bradley doesn’t know how much a man can take, you’re too good to be true. he nods dumbly watching you saunter into his kitchen, watching you as he takes a seat at the island.

“let’s eat baby.” you shoot him a smile, you had already started getting ingredients out. you knew bradley, he’d eat if there was food offered. bradley felt for the second time like he’d woken up in dream. you moved around his kitchen like you knew it like the back of your hand, and maybe you did but something about you here in his kitchen, wearing his shirt after driving his car home made bradley painfully strain in his pants. you were cooking for him, taking care of him and you looked so damn good doing it. his eyes never left your body as you moved, eyeing you up and down. when you turned towards him he realized you’d said something to him. you held back a laugh as his eyes trailed from your legs to your face. “hmm?”

“i was just saying that kristine at work is getting married, she invited us.” bradley responded to you, and tried to keep himself from getting distracted by you. you decided to be a bit mean by bending down to grab a pot, you could’ve easily grabbed a different one but where was the fun in that? bradley barely finished his sentence as he watched his shirt ride up and show off your ass. he would have to buy you more of those biker shorts, they left nothing to the imagination. you couldn’t help but laugh this time, turning around to look him squarely in the eyes. “cat got your tongue?”

“you’re killing me baby.” he groaned, getting up and coming around the counter to stand in front of you. you could see his bulge as soon as he stood, your cheeks flushing but you kept your bravado all the same. his hands came to your waist, finding their home easily and you placed your hands on his annoyingly firm chest.

“we’re having dinner bradshaw no funny business, take a cold shower.” you teased, bradley groaned and pouted. he probably did need a cold shower, but parting with you was not an option in his mind

“come with me?” you wish you could be the bigger person, not give into the feeling in your stomach you’d been ignoring since you saw him when you woke up, but as he wet his lips and looked at you with his big hazel eyes your resolve dissolved.

you nodded, letting him clasp his hand around your wrist and pull you away. “wait! let me put the lasagna soup on simmer!” you had enough time to shower and be back to finish off dinner, bradley waited like an impatient puppy as you moved the pot, his hands back on your waist, his chest against your back. you could feel his hard-on and you bit your lip to stop yourself from brushing back on him. bradley didn’t think any amount of cold showers would help him scratch the itch that you had implanted within him, all it took was seeing you walking around his house like it was yours too to make him lose his mind.

you followed bradley to his room, grabbing a pair of pajamas which was quickly replaced by one of his army shirts and underwear. bradley watched you strip in the bathroom, his eyes not leaving your bare frame as he turned on the shower. you giggled as you watched his cheeks redden and you felt particularly evil as you pressed up against him and lifted the hem of his shirt up, urging him to take it off. bradley looked down at you, your hardened nipples pressing against his chest and he didn’t know if you were trying to kill him but his heart was

beating out of his chest. you counted down in your mind, 30 minutes to shower, you could do a lot in that time. maybe you’d let bradley work up an appetite.

he pulled off his shirt, his pants next and boxers. you stepped into the shower, beckoning to follow. you pressed at his shoulders to sit down on the bench within his shower, wanting to wash his hair. bradley’s mouth was slightly agape as he let you do as you pleased. you lathered your fingers with shampoo, tilting his head back, and got to work. he could feel your nails scrape against his scalp lightly, your fingers working in the shampoo and making sure to keep the shampoo out of his eyes. his breathing was only quickening as he watched you adamantly take care of you. he couldn’t remember the last time someone took care of him like this, well he could but it hurt to think of. he’d only known you a few months but the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him made him want to propose to you right now. overcome with emotion and a guttural need to make you feel his love, he pressed a kiss to your arm, drawing your eyes to his. you looked at him curiously, clearly so focused on his hair that you didn’t notice his growing emotions. you pressed a kiss to his lips before moving out of the way and grabbing the shower head to wash out the shampoo, your fingers wracking through his hair and making sure it was all washed out.

“can i get up now?” he said as he watched you grab the body wash. you placed the shower head back and turned back to him

“hmm? oh no, you’re getting special services lieutenant bradshaw.” you squeezed some body wash on your hands and bradley’s brain short-circuited. he could take your hands on his head, but your soft small hands on his body would surely end him. he quickly stood up and grabbed you by the waist to push you down.

“you know this could be classified as torture, pretty girl.” you were now in eye-line with his red throbbing member, unable to ignore just how desperate it looked for attention. you swallowed down before looking up at your boyfriend. you lathered the body wash on your breasts, looking up at him innocently as you pushed them together and a small groan left his lips. after your little show you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. bradley was big everywhere so unsurprisingly you had a hard time taking all of him into your mouth. you had been successful a couple times, with his help. bradley shuddered at the feeling of your soft lips against him. he clenched his fists as to not pull you onto him. your hands went around his hips and pulled him closer, he was standing between your spread legs and you moved closer on the bench, to get as close as possible. you brought your hands to rest on his thighs as you licked a stripe up his length, feeling his veins pressed against your tongue, pressing another sweet kiss to his tip, making him twitch against your mouth.

“mm roo, can you fuck my mouth?” you looked up at him sweetly and bradley swore he could’ve came just from the sight alone, but he quickly realized he’d rather do that down your throat. without a second of hesitation he grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pried your mouth open with his other hand, slowly sliding his heavy cock in until you adjusted. you felt his tip brush against your throat, struggling to breath as you felt like you were choking on him. your jaw ached as you adjusted to his girth and your tears stung from the intrusion, you could feel his veins against your tongue and the hair at the base of his shaft tickled your nose as you struggled to breath. after a few moments as you regained your breath you tapped on his thigh, signaling for him to move and then bradley snapped out of you and fucked your throat, filling you even deeper than before. he was brutal as he set the pace, you moaned and gagged on him, spit and cum collecting around your mouth and dribbling down your chin as the shower head sprayed down his back and left you feeling filthy. tears were streaming down your face and you dug your nails into his thigh. bradley was close, you could feel him twitching down your throat and his grip loosening, you forced yourself all the way down his length, making it hard to breathe as he filled your throat with his cum. you gagged as it kept coming out, more and more and he pulled you off, the remainder painting your mouth and face white. you wiped it off with your hand and brought it back to your mouth to swallow and bradley thought he might need another round right away. he pulled you up on your shaky legs and pressed a kiss to your lips, tasting himself there. you felt so warm from making him cum, making your bradley feel good. he washed you then, returning the favor from earlier. after showering he dried you off and you did the same for him, letting your hands trail on his abs a little longer than intended. bradley gave you a warning sign and you looked at him with false confusion.

dinner went by quickly after that, both of you having worked up an appetite. “that tasted damn good darlin’” he wiped his mouth and you clenched your legs together where they were crossed. seeing him eat always made you a little needy.

“glad you liked it roo,” you watched as he carried both of your plates to the sink and cleared the table, sticking the dishes in the dishwasher after rinsing them off. your hungry eyes never left his, the kitchen light reflecting off his dog tags, making your head spin.

“my baby’s treating me so well, i would kill for some desert though.” he stood in front of you, pulling you gently to stand and you watched him curiously. he hauled you up, your hands immediately going around his neck and your legs around his waist. before you could ask what he was doing he set you down on the dinner table, kneeling in front of you. his large hands rested on either knee, looking at you silently for permission. you groaned as you looked at his hungry expression, nodding weakly as you felt your arms shake from holding your body up. when his hands parted your legs and pulled down your underwear you fell back, losing any control over your body that you had. “been dying to taste you again, my sweet sweet girl.” he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, murmuring sweet nothings to your core and you wanted to press your legs together to release some of the tension but his strong grip kept you in place. “patience doll.” you whined at his slow kisses between your thighs, never quite where you needed him. you felt so hot and you were sure you were about to drip onto your wooden table if he didn’t touch you soon.

“please roo, i-i can’t.” another whine crawled up your throat as he pressed a kiss to your clit, his mustache grazing your soft skin.

“you can, you’ve been so good all day right? you can be good now.” your hands went to his hair, tugged at the strands there, he just laughed at your attempts to get him where you wanted him. finally after what felt like hours, he pressed a thick finger against your entrance feeling just how wet you were. he felt his dick twitch in his pants at how easily you could take his finger in, so wet and ready for him. he brought the finger to his lips, reminding you of earlier today as he swirled his tongue around it, humming at the taste of you. without warning he pulled you towards his face, your bare ass sliding against the wood as he licked a stripe down your core. bradley felt dizzy at the taste of you, you were so fucking wet, all for him, all because of him. the thought and the addictive taste of you, caused him to dive his tongue into your soppy hole. you whined out his name at the feeling of his tongue moving inside you, scraping your walls, making you gush onto his tongue. the sounds of his tongue fucking you and your whines filled the room. his left hand moved from where it pushed at your thigh to instead thumbing at your clit. you tugged at his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer and he hummed at the sting, using his other hand to slip a finger into your hole, both his tongue and finger relentless in drawing out more of your ichor. you clenched and he pushed another finger in, removing his tongue entirely and moving to suck your clit as his thick fingers found the spot that made you scream his name. “brad-please i’m so close”

“give it to me pretty girl,” he curled his fingers up, his tongue going back to your hole to catch any of your slick before it plopped on the table, his fingers and mouth driving you to your orgasm and fucking your through it. you were jerking in his hold as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, not letting any of your release go to waste.

“roo, too much.” you whined as you weakly pushed at his shoulders, the overstimulation becoming too much to bare. he pulled back and you leaned up to see the lower half of his face and mustache glistening in the light. you sat up, clambering to pull him towards you, wanting to taste yourself on his tongue. bradley smiled as he kissed you sloppily, letting you explore his mouth and you whined at the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your core through his sweatpants. as if you weren’t overstimulated minutes ago, your boyfriend being so turned on from eating you out made your core tighten, “want your dick, want you to fill me up.” you whined into his mouth as he pulled back and pressed a kiss to the tender spot beneath your ear. bradley didn’t speak as he picked you up, his hands under your plush ass as he hauled you to the bedroom.

“can’t just say shit like that baby, you’ll drive me crazy.” he growled into your ear, his hold tightening on your ass and pulling you closer against his hard chest.

“s’true though.” you mumbled as he set you down on the bed, pulling your shirt clean off as to you watched him hungrily stare at your body. he leaned over you then, his hand coming between your legs and your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. “no please-i can take it please roo, it’ll fit i-“ you were begging, desperation and desire clawing at your sensibility and bradley wished he had photographic memory so he could memorize the look on your face and the whine to your voice. you were so gone for him, but he was no better your taste was still branded on the back of his teeth and yet he wanted more.

“desperate little slut, you’ll regret this you know that right?” bradley rarely spoke to you like that, he didn’t really like it, but he could see you clench on air at his words, could see the way your chest moved a little faster.

“i-i can take it.” and he nodded moving up, plunging deep into you before you started begging again. the stretch stole the air from your lungs and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix made you tense. but then he was moving slowly out and back in, letting you adjust and the burn gave way to pleasure as you clenched around him and felt your arousal mixed with his make the movement easier. you could feel his heavy thick member shaping your walls to fit him, every vein every ridge imprinting inside you. every slow thrust made him kiss your cervix, a ring of cum collecting at the base of his shaft and your arousal pooling down his balls. you wanted more, wanted to burn, barely wanted to walk tomorrow because of him. you clawed at his back, whining as you begged for more, “harder please please.” bradley gave into your pretty little pleas.

he pulled your legs over his shoulders and tilted towards you, his cock dipping into you and hitting a new angle that made his go deeper and strecth you out even more. he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lifted up and pounded down into you, and then again and then until he was pounding you so hard and fast that your head was banging against the headboard. your mind went numb at the overwhelming pleasure, you dug your nails in to ground yourself as his tip bruised your cervix and he hit the spot that made you babble and cry for more. bradley was fucking you like it was the only chance he had, his hips snapping into yours and your cum dripping down your thighs and his. the room smelled of sex and sounded pornographic. “this pussy is mine, you’re mine.” he growled out and you clenched around him, loving the sound of that. you had been his since the moment you met.

“i’m yours.” you gasped between thrusts, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin there. you cried out as he pulled back to look down at you, his hand cradling your jaw and then he slipped his thumb into your mouth and you felt yourself grow close. bradley was filling you up and now his fingers were in your mouth, keeping you stuffed. you slobbered around them sucking and whining as the moved down your throat, fucking you there too. all you could think about was him filling you up.

“need your cum,” you managed as you pulled his fingers out, saliva trailing behind and connecting to your lips. bradley almost came at yours words alone, he pulled his drenched fingers and flicked your clit, massaging it slowly in contrast to his brutal pace. you were sure your cunt would be bruised if that was possible.

“gonna fill you up, watch you walk around my house. in my clothes. drive my car with my kid inside you. you’re fucking mine forever.” he babbled, angling himself until he was kissing your cervix with each thrust, punctuating his words and then finally his resolve snapped. he dipped his hips to connect to yours one last time before he was filling you up, his cum overflowing from your small cunt. you gasped and cried at the feeling coming with him and seeing white as you arched up into him, clawing down his back and leaving red marks in your wake.

you felt so warm and when he pulled out you whined at the feeling of his cum gushing out, threatening to run down your thighs. but bradley was quicker, he was fucking it back into you, making sure it stayed in there. you clenched at the feeling and cried out his name. you knew you were on birth control, bradley knew it too but the way he fucked you like he wanted to breed you made your head spin. bradley pulled you on top of him as he moved to lay next to you on his back, enjoying the weight of your body on his. “for the record, you’re mine forever too.” although it wasn’t i love you it was damn near close and the way bradley fucked you, you weren’t sure those words were needed any more.

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jackmanbj · 5 months

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mirror mirror on the wall

AN: this is smut!💕

summary: you make a post with jack harlows favorite lingerie set and hes not to happy about it.

you watched jack leave the driveway as you quickly ran upstairs and shed of your clothes revealing a black lingerie set jack had gotten you for your birthday.

you went to the bathroom and put your hair in two pigtails and placed on some of your jewelry.

you went back in front of the mirror and pulled lightly on your hair as you posed to take your photos.

you took a couple photos and posted it on your instagram, jack being the last thing on your mind at the moment.

you went back to your bedroom and took of the lingerie changing into more comfortable clothes.

stinka💕- why the fuck did you post that y/n y/m/n?

you- what are you talking about stink?

stinka💕- you in that lingerie set? didn’t i tell your ass about playin with me?

you- sorry baby, i wasn’t thinking nothing of it when i posted it, i just looked cute!

stinka💕- just wait till i get home.

you left jack on seen as you quickly got up and went to shower and get ready for jack.

after about 2 hours you heard jack car pulling up in the driveway.

you threw your phone down on the bed and acted like you were sleeping.

when jack walked through the bedroom door you could tell he wasn’t very happy, especially since he had spammed the doors and would yell at you if you slammed a door.

“girl i know your not sleep, your not even cuddling anything you cant sleep without cuddling something.”

you slowly picked your head up to look at jack while he was taking off his belt.

“jack please, im sorry i wont do it anymore! promise!”

“no fuck that, explain to me what made you think to do that shit huh?”

“i didnt think you would be mad!”

“and you still didnt take that shit down.”

you quickly grabbed your phone ready to take it down.

“no dont take it down now, come here.”

you slowly made your way off the bed walking to jack with your head down.

he used his finger to push your head up.

“what did i tell you ‘bout posting and showing off whats mine huh?”

“i dont even get the big deal! i looked cute and everyone knows who im yours!”

“who you getting smart with?”

you rolled your eyes and jack picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“JACKMANNN!!”

“hush.”

jack walked over back to the bed and put you down.

you started taking off your (his) t-shirt before jack stopped you.

“did i tell you to undress?” “no..”

“you dont fucking listen.”

jack pulled down his zipper and looked at you.

“i shouldn’t even have to tell you this, take off my pants and boxers and suck.”

you did as you were told, you were slow when taking off jacks briefs, jack was growing impatient.

jack grabbed you by your throat and forced you to look at him.

jack had nothing but anger and lust in his eyes.

“y/n, if you dont quit fucking playing with me you wont get to cum at all, act like you got fucking sense before you piss be off.”

you quickly pulled off jacks boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach.

you grabbed it and spit on it using your spit as lube while jack grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

you took jack all the way in your mouth.

you slowly sucked him knowing jack didnt like head to rough.

jack decided you weren’t going fast enough and pushed your head further down his dick.

you gagged and almost took jack out of your mouth but you knew better.

jack moaned as you sucked him, using your hand for whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth.

you tried to take jack out of your mouth but he pushed your head back.

“this dick not coming out of your mouth until cum is going down your throat understand?”

you nodded your head yes and went back to work.

“fuck!”

jack twitched into your mouth and came without warning.

you took jack out your mouth and swallowed before trying to get up.

“let me see your tongue.”

you stuck your tongue out at jack.

“good girl, get on the bed, face down ass up.”

you got up and walked over to the bed while jack smacked your ass.

you got into the position you were told, making sure to toot your ass up a little while shaking it lightly.

jack quickly put a harsh smack to your ass leaving the flesh to turn slightly red making you whine.

“i dont want to hear any whining, shut it up.”

you smacked your lips, earning yourself another, harder smack to your ass.

this time jack rubbed the skin while bending down to kiss it.

jack got behind you and rubbed his hand up and down your back, his hands were cold enough to make you shiver.

“you just want everybody to see whats mine huh? you just want to act like your available to every man in Atlanta and Louisville? huh?”

“no jack! i just looked cute!”

jack pulled on your hair roughly, pulling you up.

“first off, thats not my name right now and you know it, second, if you just looked cute why did you wait till i leave? huh?”

you went silent while jack chuckled and let go of your hair, your face falling back onto the black sheets.

“whats my name y/n?”

“jackman thomas ha-“

jack roughly pushed his whole length into you making you let or a gasp.

without warning jack started roughly thrusting into you making you cry out in pleasure.

“daddy!! its to much.” “no its not, take it like a G, you want to be all big and bad? take this shit.”

you shook your head no while jack lightly smacked the side of your face.

“you take this dick and i dont want to hear anything after that, you speak when spoken to, i dont want to hear anything but maybe a whimper, if you talk without bein’ spoken to your getting punished.”

“understand?”

you shook your head yes but that wasn’t enough for jack.

“i spoke to you, answer me.”

you opened your mouth to answer jack but nothing but moans came out.

“aww baby this dick got you cock dumb?”

“please..”

jack popped the side of your thigh, making you jump.

“didn’t i ask you something, this is my last time telling you to answer me y/n”

“yes jack i understand!!”

jack pounded into you harder, pulling your hair back when he realized what you had called him.

“yes who?”

“yes daddy fuck!!”

jack left go of your hair and continued fucking you, slapping your ass every other thrust.

the room filled with the mix of you and jacks moans.

“jack im gonna cum!”

“hold it.”

“i cantt!”

“i wasn’t asking you, i was telling you. hold that shit.”

you did as you were told and while jack pulled out making you whine.

“didnt i tell you no whines?”

“sorry j..”

“missionary get there now.”

you got into the position while jack raised your thighs up before roughly pushing into you, you grabbed at the sheets trying your hardest not to moan out loudly knowing jack hated when you damn near screamed into his ear while fucking you.

“look at my girl, taking this dick.”

jack started thrusting into one again making him grunt out louder then you moaned.

jack fucked you harder and harder until you released all over him making him pop your thigh.

“you lucking i didnt stop yo ass from cumin, you dont get to cum with out telling me or asking permission, you know better.”

“yes sir.”

jack didnt halt his thrusting, in fact he got faster trying to chase his own orgasm.

“daddy cum inside of me please.”

“i was planning on it.”

jack fucked into you harder and ended up cumin into you and collapsing onto your chest.

“fuck jack, we need to clean up.”

jack shook his head and got picking you up as well, he carried you to the bathroom and started running bath water.

you peed and joined jack in the bathtub to let him clean off your body.

you let your body relax onto him as he slowly cleaned you, you body tensed up when he got to your pussy, making sure to clean you off slowly to not agitate the sensitive area.

jack finished you off before cleaning himself off.

he got out before you and rapped a towel around his waste, he pulled the plug and let the water drain before helping you out.

jack put a towel around you and brought you into the bedroom.

“jack can you please put some lotion on me?”

“of course ma, was about to do that anyway.”

jack got the lotion and put it onto your body.

once he was done he pulled his t-shirt over your head and let you lay down while he put on his sweatpants.

by the time jack had gotten comfortable you were sound asleep.

“i love you ma, goodnight.”

jack kissed your temple and cuddled into you before his breathing slowed himself and feel asleep.

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Can you do a writing with Eddie having sex with pregnant wife? She's got a big baby bump and has been self conscious about having sex with Eddie. After some convincing she caves but Eddie stares at her bump the entire time she rides him. When she tells him to stop looking at her bump he tells her how she's always been beautiful but carrying his child she is absolutely glowing. Make it smutty but sweet. I'm begging it's been hard on my mind.

Oh absolutely. This idea already drove me wild

I hope you love it!

Eddie was a horny guy, he'll be the first to admit that.

His wife could do anything and he's ready to pounce. But when you add the fact she's carrying his child, he's so fucked. He's been rock hard since her bump first was shown.

At first she was just as nuts as him. Constantly on each other within seconds of eye contact. For months straight, they fucked nightly.

But once she got big, and very big. She became less interested and Eddie grew more aroused. Eddie blamed it on the fact she was tired, and uncomfortable. He doesn't blame her. But seeing her belly grow more and more, it was hard to ignore how badly he wanted to watch her ride him. Her big round belly front and center as her cunt clenched around him and milking him.

She felt huge. She knows she's carrying her husband's baby and was creating life. But that didn't change the fact she felt hideous. She didn't understand how Eddie was still attracted to her. When she looked in the mirror she didn't see one beautiful thing about herself. Her brain couldn't wrap around the fact her husband still wanted her, desired her.

As hard as it was, she dodged every advance. When his hand would trail up her thigh she was fast to stand up, well as fast as she could with her huge belly.

When he would rub his morning wood against her ass and his deep morning voice, she was practically dripping in the sheets but would run to make breakfast.

Eddie was not the type of man to force a girl to have sex with him. But God it's been months since he felt his wife's body against his own. He was at his breaking point, ready to beg for it.

She wasn't evil to him. She still took care of him sexually. Hand jobs, blow jobs, and gave him alone time to masterbate. But he wanted to be in her. He needed to feel her pussy more than anything.

He knew his wife, he saw it in her eyes she was aroused by him. So what was keeping her away?

He was going to figure it out and make her crack.

She felt like the world was out for her blood.

She was minding her business, making breakfast when Eddie came freshly out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his long hair to his toned chest. His tattoos are dark from being wet.

He smirked, he knew what this does.

He acted innocent as he wrapped his arms around her, his big hands rubbing her belly. And just like that she felt gross, reminded of how big her stomach was.

"you're so fucking hot." Eddie grunted in her ear, kisses slowly being placed on her neck.

"breakfast is ready!" She announced as she yanked herself away from him.

That was too close.

Eddie did this for about three days. Every day she was getting closer to cracking. From working out in the living room, to tying his hair up so his shirt would purposely show his happy trail. Lying and saying the car desperately needed to be cleaned shirtless. He could practically smell her arousal more each day.

He had one last trick up his sleeve.

One thing she could never deny.

One thing he learned from when they were teenagers.

The one time she caught him jacking off, moaning her name. It had her going for hours.

The second Eddie had himself placed on the couch, loose sweats hung on his hips, boxers poking out.

He's been rock hard since he met her so that wasn't an issue. He slowly palmed himself. Giving a tug over his sweats. A low groan left his lips.

Once he heard the garage door open, he started his show.

He threw his head back, yanked his cock out fast, spit on his hand and began to pump himself. He was going to an mad fast pace. Moaning loudly and chanting his wife's name.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see her but he felt her stare. He heard her small whimpers, his eyes opened and looked for hers.

Once he saw them he smiled at her. Acting like his hand isn't pumping his cock.

"Hi baby."

She stood, thighs closed very close together. Her mouth opens in small gaps. Eyes trained on watching his ring filled hand gliding on his cock. Wet sounds echoing throughout the house from how wet his cock is.

"my fat cock misses you gorgeous. Misses that pretty tight cunt. Come sit momma." He pulled his hand away, holding out his clean hand for her to take.

She slowly itched forward. For once her arousal was winning. Seeing her husband pumping himself to her, made her feel like they were teenagers again. She tried to control herself. Look into his eyes but no matter what they trailed down.

She was close enough where he reached her hand. He gripped it and tugged her closer.

She stood right before his feet. Licking her lips at the sight of his red throbbing cock. She whined in the back of her throat. She can't deny that she missed him and definitely missed him in that way.

She wanted it so bad.

"don't fight it baby, let me take good care of you." She moaned at his words, his hands traveled to her leggings, pulling them down slowly.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her clothed cunt. He licked his lips, god he missed her pretty cunt.

She stepped out of her pants, kicking them to the side.

His fingers grazed over her covered clit, she shivered, goosebumps raising on her skin.

She felt so sensitive. Her hormones are on high drive.

"doesn't that feel good baby?" He softly asked. No teasing or mocking. Generally just wanted her to feel relaxed and good.

She nodded as she placed herself on his lap. Arms circling around his neck, fingers digging into his curls.

Eddie's hand raised towards the bottom of her shirt, she stopped his hands before he could take it off.

He looked at her confused.

"what is it?"

"can we just keep my shirt on?" She asked, too embarrassed to look into his eyes.

Eddie wasn't having it. He grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. His eyes connected with hers.

"why baby? I want to see all of you."

"I just hate how big I am."

That's when it connected.

"baby, have you been self conscious about your gorgeous baby bump?"

"it is not gorgeous Eddie. I'm huge." She cried as tears clouded her vision.

Eddie shushed her and pecked her cheeks softly. The rough skin on his thumbs wiped her tears.

"stop that. That's my wife's body you are talking about. And her body is fucking gorgeous. You are carrying my baby in that body. Do you know how beautiful that is? And how fucking hard that makes me?"

He lifted his hips, his cock brushed against her covered clit. She shivered from the contact.

"see?"

When he silently asked again, she nodded.

A big smile took over his face as he lifted up her shirt. He unclipped her bra.

He leaned as far back as he could. Looking at his wife sitting there in nothing but her underwear.

His eyes trailed to her swollen belly. He felt a growl escape his throat and his tip started to leak precum.

She tried to distract him by moving her underwear to the side and slipping him in.

His head was thrown to the back of the couch. Eyes rolling into his head, feeling his raw cock filling her up again. It's been months since he felt her.

"fuck baby you are so tight. I might just blow already." He tried to laugh but a moan cut him off. She felt fucking amazing.

She began to slowly rock her hips against him. She didn't have much strength to move on him as fast as she generally did.

She took her time, getting lost in the feeling of him. His mouth sucking her skin. His hands rub her sides softly. His grunts and her moans fill the living room.

Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked like she was glowing. Her breasts were large and swelling. Her cheeks were flushed. And the one part he couldn't take his eyes off of- her belly.

Watching her ride him, that gorgeous huge bump pressing into his stomach. His eyes were glued to it.

"stop staring at it."

He didn't even notice she stopped moving her hips against him.

He blinked and looked up to her

"baby. You are gorgeous and your bump is making you glow. Please just let me make love to my wife okay?"

He began to thrust up, she moaned when he got deeper in her. Fingers adding pressure to her clit.

"you are so wet, gorgeous. I love you so much. I love knowing you have a part of me in you. Everyone who sees you just knows I fucked you up real nice."

She was practically whimpering on him at this point. She hated how close she was, wanting this to last forever.

She was starting to feel beautiful again. Her husband desired her somehow even more than ever.

"Eddie, I'm coming to cum. Please let me cum. Please baby please."

"you don't have to ask baby. Cum for me. Make a mess on me. Come on baby."

His fingers were going faster against her clit. She threw her head back as her stomach felt like it snapped.

"fuck. Eddie. Yes. Don't stop. Fuck shit."

Watching her orgasm, screaming his name, he was fast behind her.

"fuck baby good job. Daddy's going to come now. Okay he's going to fill you up just like last time. Fuck..sh..it"

His own orgasm ripping through his body. His legs clenched as he emptied himself in her.

His head was thrown back and she was quick to suck on the available skin.

He slowly lifted her up, letting his soft cock slip out of her.

She whined at the emptiness and dug herself closer to him.

"I love you too Eddie. So much." She kissed his lips.

Now when his hands touched her stomach, she felt desired, loved, and so goddamn beautiful.

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chubbycelebs · 3 months

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Big Fat Boyfriends (pt 2)

“I think I’ve started putting on weight!”

“You think? Babes I’ve been staring at your fat ass for weeks!”

“Oi! Anyways you can’t talk fatty! We can all see how your gut jiggles when you walk”

Harry and Louis were getting changed after a few weeks of regular stuffing. Harry was laid on the bed in just his underwear, arms behind his head as he observed his boyfriend return from the shower, his body glistening with the water he had dried yet. As Louis walked in with just a towel around his thicker waist, it was very noticeable that his extended belly was no longer just a bloat, but he has in fact started to get fat. His belly was permanently extended outwards, even slightly starting to droop over the rim of the towel. His chest was a bit perkier, his nipples looking slightly bigger and softer to touch. Harry could even see the development of little love handles that pushed on the edge of his towel. Harry got up out of bed. Louis looked over. The same could be said for Harry. His belly had become permanent pushing at the top of his boxers causing there to be a slight overhang to his belly. Whilst his chest stayed relatively the same, his ass very much did not. As he walked over to Louis, it was obvious that his backside had developed a bounce as he walks. Louis turned to Harry as he approached him. He put his hand around his waist and pulled him into him. The two boys looked down and saw their slightly squishy bellies pressed against each other. The both went insanely hard and both could feel the other get excited. They knew this is what they wanted more then anything.

Later that evening Louis and Harry prepared a feast for them to eat. They both got dressed up sat around the table stacked with amazing food. Louis could hear Harry’s belly rumble with excitement. They both took a seat and Harry filled both their wine glasses. “To a good meal and a fattening future” he said raising his glass. Louis raised his and the two boys then dug straight in.

After a long time of eating, going back for seconds, thirds and so on, Harry threw in the towel. He leaned back undoing the bottom few buttons on his shirt revealing his soft bloated belly. His trousers dug into his expansive gut. He gave his belly a pat which released a little burp. As he relaxed into his seat he looked over at his boyfriend.

Louis still eating. His belly was so bloated and pulling so hard on his clothes. He used his belly as a shelf for a plate of food which he was still stuffing into him. He had spilt food all down him self but didn’t care, just focused on eating and eating. Harry had never seen a sexier sight. He thought he was fat and bloated but looking at his boyfriend it was obvious who was the natural hog in this relationship.

As Louis cleared the plate off his gut, he looked over at Harry as he reached for another helping of food. “You’re not finished yet are you?” Louis said with slight worry in his voice.

“I’m beyond full babes I couldn’t eat more if I tried”

“Bullshit.” Louis said pushing him self off his chair. The extra weight of the food in his belly making it harder than he realised making him rock slightly before pushing himself up. He stomped his way over to the other side of the table and grabbed the tray of lasagna. “You eat this whole thing now and I’ll fuck you so hard tonight” Louis said standing over his full boyfriend. Harry was looking up at him, his bulging belly nearly touching his face. He had never seen his boyfriend so determined before. He picked up a fork and started shovelling the food into his already full belly. After a while of Harry filling himself, he couldn’t do it anymore. Louis took the fork off him and made sure he kept eating and eating. With this method it didn’t take long for Harry to finish the tray, but Louis wasn’t done. He pulled out a tub of ice cream. “Now we share this and then I’ll fuck you huh chubs?” he whispers into his ear. Harry couldn’t resist. He opens his mouth and lets Louis fill it creamy ice cream. It didn’t take long for the two boys to finish the tub.

Harry looked down at the damage that had been done and couldn’t believe just how fat he looked. He sighed and fell back into the chair closing his eyes ready to pass out. Louis sat on the floor next to the chair rubbing his hands up and down Harry’s thighs. As he sit there, the pressure on his belly was so tight. He looked down and notice how much his belly was pressing on his button up shirt. There were gaps between the buttons where his belly was visible. Louis felt so uncomfortable being restrained like that whilst Harry had his belly out on full display. He reached to unbutton them but then had an idea, one that would make Harry so horny they would be going at it all night even though the two boys were beyond full.

Louis got up leaving Harry still groaning away in his chair He went to the fridge and pulled out a 2 litre bottle of coke. He cracked open the lid and bought it into the dining room. Louis stood in eye-line of Harry. Harry slightly opened his eyes to see Louis stood there gulping down the whole bottle of coke. He watched as the bottles contents went down and his belly blew up. He could see his belly getting bigger with every gulp, the buttons straining more and more to contain his belly, the gaps getting wider and wider. As he polished off the whole 2 litre bottle, he took a deep breath and then let out the largest and biggest belch they both had ever heard. Louis smacked his belly and just on queue the bottom 3 buttons went flying off shooting across the room. His belly lunged forward causing his trouser button to also pop off. The rest of his shirt rode up becoming a strained looking bra, barely containing his softening moobs. Harry’s mouth was on the floor. He couldn’t believe how greedy and fat his boyfriend was but also how sexy and breathtaking he was. Even though Harry was full beyond belief, he shot out of his chair and pushed him self onto Louis, locking lips with him instantly and ripping off the remains of his clothes.

The two boys had never been hornier and it showed in the bedroom exploring each others bodies like never before. They were at it for hours until the food coma finally took the two piggies out. When Harry awoke the next day, he looked over at his naked boyfriend still passed out. He was so proud of his fat boy. As Louis laid on his side, his chest looked like boobs as they pressed together. His belly resting on the covers and his morning wood pressing softly into his under belly. Harry got up and went to the mirror. He rubbed his belly and felt the softness of it pinching and jiggling it. He turned around and saw his ass cheeks had expanded a lot possible even seeing the faintest line of a stretch mark. He thought back to him and his boyfriend just a month or two ago and how fit and in shape they both were and how different their lives had become now. Harry slapped his belly making it wobble as he opened up the delivery app to order breakfast. He knew this was just the beginning of his and his boyfriend’s gainer journey.

Part 2 of my new story! hope you guys enjoy!

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babygirl-diaz · 7 days

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Lookin' Good Good Looking

Kinda inspired by Ryan's new IG story

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Eddie would deny if ever asked, but he liked to dress up and make himself look good. He especially loved to make himself look good for his boyfriends. Now that they had their daughter, Eddie temporarily took time away from firefighting to work at dispatch, he had a lot more time on hand. So he put that time to good use by learning new recipes for his boyfriends and son and learning new ways to make himself look good. Tonight was one of those rare nights when Chris was away at his friend's place and both Tommy and Buck were going to be at home since their shifts ended early. So the three of them decided to make a date night out of it.

After getting off work, Eddie picked Lily up from daycare and took her home. He let her nap while getting everything ready for dinner.

It was a movie and dinner in the backyard kinda night. The three of them bought a house with a big backyard with the sole purpose of holding movie nights in the back with their friends, but tonight it was just the three of them.

Dinner was all movie theater themed food. He got everything ready for the build-your-own nachos bar, as well as the mini sliders and hot dogs. By the time he finished snacks and dessert, Lily was awake. He brought her to the kitchen and fed her some mashed veggies which she always ate with little fuss.

"You like that huh?" Eddie cooed to the 6-month-old and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

Lily made gurgled noises in return, making Eddie laugh.

"After this, you're gonna help Daddy pick out his clothes for tonight."

Lily giggled at that and clapped her hands together.

"You're so cute," Eddie said in awe and picked her up from her high chair. He took her to the sink and had her wash her hands and face before taking her to his room, where had one of her playpens. He put her in it and then started looking for what to wear. He found a white shirt with small flowers on it, picked up a pair of blue chinos, and showed it to Lily. "What do you think, Lily?"

He didn't get any reaction from her and she instead just blinked up at him with her big brown eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't think so either." Eddie frowned at the clothes in his hands like they had offended him personally. He threw them aside and picked up the next pair.

After seven tries, he finally got a reaction from Lily when he picked out a light pink shirt and paired it with white pants. This was a new set he had just bought but never worn because he wasn't sure he could pull it off.

But Lily seemed to love it as she made happy noises and clapped her hands together again.

"I like this too, but I don't know if I can pull it off," Eddie told her.

Lily just tilted her head to the side and blinked at him.

"You're right, I should try it, anyway."

After that, Eddie left to take a shower, letting Lily continue to play in her playpen.

After showering, he got ready and looked at himself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath. He looked good if he said so himself. The pink brought out the color in his cheeks and the tight white pants accentuated his thighs and even his ass when he turned to look at it.

Eddie put all the products in his hair and spiked it but he didn't like how it looked so after several tries, he finally just put it back like he usually did and left it at that.

"What do you think, Lily?" He asked his daughter who just giggled in return.

"I'll take that as a good sign," Eddie replied and picked her up.

He put sunglasses and a hat on her and took her to the backyard in her stroller where he set everything for movie night. Once the chairs were lined up and the projector was set, Eddie sat down on the chair with Lily and looked up at the sky as the day started changing to night.

He bounced Lily in his lap and cooed to her, making her cheer happily in return.

When Eddie looked at his watch, he realized it was close to 8 and Buck and Tommy still weren't home. He sent them both a text and got a quick reply from Buck telling him they were still on a call. Tommy, however, did not reply. Eddie tried not to let that concern him as he figured Tommy was probably flying.

Eddie's stomach growled at some point but he ignored it and instead played with his daughter. He doesn't know when, but sleep soon took over him and he fell asleep on the chair with Lily protectively held against his chest.

"Eddie."

Eddie heard his name being called and slowly opened his eyes. Buck's face came into view and Eddie couldn't help but smile softly, "Hey."

"Hey," Buck replied stroking the back of Eddie's cheek with his hand. "Looks like you and Lily took a nice long nap."

Eddie felt something heavy on his chest and looked down to see Lily fast asleep. "What time is it?"

"10," Buck replied.

"Sorry, we got home late."

Eddie looked over to his other side and saw Tommy giving him a remorseful smile.

"It's okay." Eddie sat up slowly, making sure not to wake Lily up. "I'll put her to bed."

"I got it," Buck offered and took Lily from him.

Once Buck left, Tommy squeezed into the seat with Eddie, making Eddie chuckle as the lounge chair wasn't big enough for two men their size. Tommy pulled Eddie into his lap and kissed him. "You look beautiful," he told him.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked as he got up and straddled Tommy's lap instead.

"Mhmm," Tommy hummed, slipping his hands inside Eddie's shirt. "You made yourself look pretty for us?"

"I made myself look pretty for me," Eddie replied, smirking. "And maybe you two too."

"Feeling a little left out here, fellas," Buck said coming over to them and pulling another chair close. "Damn, you look really nice by the way, babygirl."

Eddie blushed at that. "Thank you," he said.

"That's what I said," Tommy added. "I feel worse now for coming home late."

Eddie shook his head, "Hey, don't be. Work is important."

"Not as important as you," Buck replied. "Either one of you or our family."

"I agree," Tommy replied and kissed Eddie before leaning in to kiss Buck as well.

Eddie also kissed Buck before laying his head down on Tommy's chest and reaching out to take Buck's hand. "So do we still wanna do movie night?" He asked them.

"Hell yeah, we do," Buck replied. "We promised each other a movie and dinner date and that's what we're going to do. Besides, I think I saw nacho toppings in the kitchen."

"And I saw some chocolate strawberries in the freezer," Tommy told him, smirking.

"Were you two snooping?" Eddie playfully narrowed his eyes at them.

"Of course we were," Buck replied and kissed the tip of Eddie's nose.

"Thanks for doing this, Eddie," Tommy told him and brought Eddie’s hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.

Eddie chuckled and tried hard not to blush again but failed.

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dsireland86 · 2 months

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The Things We Could Never Change

Chapter 2 Part 2

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The Day after... it's not always terrible.

Noah:

I woke up, flat on my back, head off the pillow, but the blanket over top of me. As my vision cleared, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. My heart started pounding, thinking maybe she regretted last night; the things we did, the things I said. Was it all too much and she felt pressured or overwhelmed? My head was starting to panic. I ran my hands over my face, trying to convince myself everything was okay, but it didn't help. I sat up, looking around for my shirt only to remember that I'd used it on Sophie, making me remember the corner I threw it in; it was still there.

A big smile swept over my face. Looking over at the desk, still disheveled from Sophie's beautiful body sprawled out all over it, I crawled over to it and opened the right side drawer. Her black panties were still there, right where I'd put them. "Good girl," I thought to myself, grinning. I sat back against the couch, remembering the way she tasted, and the way she felt the moment I entered her for the first time. Her tightness hugged me so well, and her wetness made it so easy for me to slide in and out, that just thinking about it was making me hard. I ran my hands through my hair, standing up and slipping my shorts on.

I needed to find Sophie and make sure everything was good between us, especially now that she knew the truth about me and Sarah. I needed to know if she was still willing to commit herself to me, to us, with this kind of baggage attached, but first I needed a shower. My stomach suddenly hurt, the anxiety nipping away on the inside and it felt like there was a giant hole in me. I needed to fill that hole. I need my girl.

Jolly:

"So he told you everything then?" I asked Sophie, setting a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Nicholas and Folio sat on either side of her and Matt was leaning against the wall behind them, listening to her tell us what had happened last night.

"Yeah, he did. And I swear to god, if the woman does anything more to hurt Noah again I will," Sophie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's just say I won't play nicely," she admitted, picking up the hot cup and taking a sip. "I think I would fucking pay to see that shit go down," Matt laughed. "I have no doubt you'd kick Sarah's ass. She's one of "those" girls anyway."

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Those girls?"

"Yeah, you know the "Oh my God I chipped a nail and smudged my mascara" girls."

Sophie busted out laughing at Matt's imitation of Sarah. I had to admit, he wasn't too far off.

"By the sound of things last night, it seems like you and Noah are in a good place though, right?" I asked, peering up at her, hoping I didn't embarrass her too much.

Sophie's face turned bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry. I told Noah,"

"No, no, no, don't apologize. That's not what I mean," I said chuckling. I reached out and took her hands away from her face and laid them flat on the counter.

"You made Noah happy last night Sophie. You've been making him happy for the last eight months. We've never seen him like he is when he's with you."

She looked around at the others and they all nodded. "It's true," Matt agreed. "Even with Sarah, he wasn't this happy. He's different since being with you. It's like you bring out the best in him." Nicholas took Sophie's hand as he smiled kindly at her.

"I don't know what to say, guys. I'm flattered, honestly. I'm just doing what feels natural; feels right. It's really easy for me to be the way I am when I'm with Noah. I've never had that feeling before and it's so different than how it was when I was with," she stopped, looking down and rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Sophie tried her best to fight the tears that were coming. I rubbed her hand as Folio pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She embraced him fully, laying her head on his chest. I admired their relationship; it was deep and the exact thing Sophie needed in times like this.

"Is there something we should know," Folio asked her softly. Sophie nodded. "Please don't say anything to Noah. He doesn't need to know right now with all that he has going on, but Perry's been texting me for the last week. He's been apologizing non-stop, begging to meet so he can apologize to my face, and saying things like he understands what he's done to me was horrible and unsafe." She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

"Please tell me you don't really believe that nutcase, Sophie," Nick sighed, handing her a tissue. "No! Of course not. I mean a part of me wants to. I was going to tell Noah when I got the very first text, but that was the day Matt called him, so I never got the chance to."

"Thanks a lot, Matt. You really fucked things up," Folio joked, playfully shoving Matt in the chest. He nodded holding his arms up. "It's fine, I'll fully take the blame. Sorry, I screwed things up for you, Soph."

"You didn't," she chuckled, dabbing her nose with the tissue. "I can't tell him now. I'm afraid he'll lose it. Just the mention of Perry's name gets him upset. I don't want to know what he'll do when he finds this out."

"That's because seeing you the way we did that night really messed him up, Sophie," Folio explained. "Noah only remembered your face from the show and the connection the two of you had. When you showed up at that bar all bruised and bloody, it messed with his head. It wasn't until we got you home and he saw the marks on your body that he got pissed. I thought the man was going to hunt that asshole down himself and do only god knows what to him, but thankfully he listened to me."

"What did you say to him?" There was dead silence. I looked over at Nicholas, who was looking at Matt, who was looking at Folio, who was staring straight at the countertop. "Nick, what did you say to him," Sophie pleaded, leaning forward and touching his arm. "I didn't say anything to him," Folio confessed, lifting his head and trying to hide his grin. "I'm so confused." Sophie shook her head and sat back, crossing her arms.

"He fucking bitch slapped Noah in the face, is what he did," Matt spewed out." I held my laugh, remembering the look on Noah's face that night, and busted out laughing anyway. "Dude, it was way too funny," Nicholas said, laughing as he retold what happened. "The look Noah had afterward was hilarious. I thought he was going to choke the shit out of Folio, but just turned around and went to take a shower."

"Oh, shit. What did he do after that? Anything?"

"Nah. He was chilled afterward. Just paced a lot and worried about you. He did go up to see you at one point the next night; don't know if you remember that. He stayed with you until the following day and that's when you finally came down." Sophie looked as if she remembered that day all too well.

"Noah told me he loved me last night," she said, a bright smile lighting up her once-fallen face. "See," Nicholas nudged her with his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Noah may seem angry and aggressive a lot," "Because he is," Matt and Folio both said at the same time. Sophie's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at them both. "But," I said, pulling her attention back to me, "he does most of it for defense. Most of the time he's just afraid of getting hurt; just like you."

She nodded, seeming to understand. "You need to tell him, Soph. He'll understand."

"Tell him, who, what?" Noah asked, walking into the kitchen and clasping his hands down on my shoulders. He was freshly showered and staring at Sophie like she was the only person that mattered in the room and the smile he wore suited him. It thrilled me to see it; it had been too long.

"What are we talking about?"

"Um," she looked over at me and I half smiled, nodding my head a little to give her some encouragement.

"Well, can I tell you later? Why don't you get some breakfast first?" Sophie looked like she was about to cry and Noah seemed to catch on. He went to her taking her face in between his hands and kissed her forehead before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Sure. We should talk later," he agreed, giving her a reassuring smile.

"So, does this mean we can officially call Sophie your girlfriend? Like for real life?" Noah gave Nicholas the most confused look, but instead of asking, he just grinned, taking Sophie's hand. "Yeah, I guess it does. As long as Sophie is okay with it." Sophie nodded. "Yeah I'm okay with it," she approved, smiling up at Noah. "Alright! For real life now, Sophie and Noah are a couple," Nicholas clapped his hands together. "Dude you're so weird sometimes," Noah laughed, throwing a quick punch to Nick's stomach, making him flinch. Today was going to be a good day.

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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That's My Kind Of Night Chapter 3 *Mature 18+*

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x (Southern!F)Reader

*Rough!Jake* *Protective!Jake* *Shower scene!Jake* *little bit fluff!Jake* just all of the Jake

Summary: Jake takes leave and goes back to Texas. His friend is now married with a woman. This woman's friend gets under his skin, and he loves it. Word count: 3,439

Warnings: cussin', flirtin', heavy banter, guns, party with alcohol, Straight Smut 18+ for sure, a different party man that is too touchy.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Southern Masterlist

Jake looked back through the window, Blake leaned against his ax. "I think that's enough. So Jake..." He trailed. "You know my wife is trying to set you up with Honeybee."

Jake glanced back at Blake after chopping the last piece of wood. "Yeah, your old lady isn't exactly stealthy." He chuckled, leaning against his own ax.

Blake laughed, "Yeah, she's about as subtle as a frieght train."

"I've seen you two sneaking around keeping up with what we were doing." He smiled up at Blake.

"You got them trained eyes, don't you?" He chuckled nervously.

Jake nodded. "Well, yeah, when I'm in the air, I have too." He picked up his ax and put it away.

Blake smirked up at Jake. "So what do you think? Spitfire, ain't she?"

Jake chuckled, "You're scheming with your woman. You'd better be careful, Blake." He paused, shifting his eyes back to the window and then back to blake. "She's definitely a firecracker."

The party begins, and the new and old friends are all showing up. Big boy toys are being taken off trailers and put into the water or on the muddy tracks. Four-wheelers, gators, and dirt bikes are being raced around the trails. Poles are in the water, from boats and on the dock, pulling up catfish, brim, and bass saved to be cooked in the fire later.

Jake sat on the diamond plated tailgate of his truck. Unfortunately for all the women he had threw his shirt back on when people were arriving. He raised his beer as he saw one of his buddies reel in a huge catfish. "Hell yeah, Florence. That's a nice size cat!" Florence, an old buddy waved in appreciation and held the fish up.

Jake took a sip of his beer. He looked towards the shooting range. You stood there with a double barrel shot gun laid against your shoulder lined up for the target. You had on the same muddy pants, only teasing him with holes to show your legs underneath. Your top had changed. It was a tiny black tanktop that dipped low enough it showed your lacy, black bra underneath. There was fringe that fell around your breasts. The fringe stopped where the shirt cut off just below your bra line. He watched your arms as you held the gun. Your sun-kissed skin teased him under the sinking sun. You took your shot, the knock back was there, but nothing you couldn't take. Jake had to admit. He was impressed.

You stood there reloading your weapon. You felt a hand reach to your back and down to your hips. You felt uneasy and folded the gun back together slowly, not being able to load the barrels. You could smell hard liquor on this man's breath. "You look real cute, babe. Do you want me to show you how to use this thing?"

"Get the fuck off of me." You were rough with your words. You pulled away from him and he tried once again to put his hands around you. "I said, get the fuck off of me!" You jerked away turning towards him and kicked faster then he could react due to the intoxication. Your boot connected with the bare flesh on his stomach. He was knocked back and on the ground.

He started to get back. His world spinning around, and it showed as he struggled to get back up.

"You fucking bitch." He screamed. You could see people gathering, one person walked up calmly. He made his way in front of you. You could tell by the cocky walk, the tight ass in his jeans and the bulk in his arms who it was. Jake stood tall in front of the man. "Look what we have here. Dustin Jones, as I live a breathe. Looks like you've done well for yourself. You look great man. I love the missing tooth. Was it the meth or did you just pick the wrong woman to fuck with and she knock it out for you?"

Against Dustin's better judgement, he finally made it to his feet and ripped his fist at Jake's face. Jake caught it in his palm and twisted just enough to make a statement shoving him back to the ground. "Let's face it Dustin, you weren't shit back then and you still ain't shit now." His voice held power, it was slow, deep, smooth. His voice never broke and never faltered. His voice never raised above a talking tone. "I suggest you get on outta here before you get yourself hurt." The group that brought Dustin as an acquaintance grabbed him and dragged him out of view. They were loading his flailing body into a car.

"I'm gonna whoop your ass, Jake!" His voice then got quiet, a car door shutting in his face. The crowd cheered and continued their activities from before.

"I could've handled him." You directed your attention back to the gun in your hand. You hit the release for the break action and quickly replaced two shells. With a quick flick of your wrist you folded the gun back up ready to fire. Jake watched you maneuver the gun with ease, it was hot to see you handle such a powerful weapon. "That's a strange way to say 'thank you'." He watched you shoot both targets and hand the gun back to Damien.

You started walking away from Jake. He followed behind you. "I didnt ask for your help." Jake smirked down as you both stopped.

"You don't have to." He was so reassuring. You almost felt like you could rely on him. A certain level of trust was building around the walls that guarded you. "Thanks, Jake."

You spoke softly.

Jake lifted his brow and his laugh lines lifted with a smirk. "Anytime, Honey"

"Bee." You finished. He had dropped the bee in your nickname, the sting had vanished in your tone of voice so the 'bee' should vanish for him too. "How about we get on the gator? I tell you what..." He trailed. His face softened. "You can drive." He wrapped his arm around your waist and he led you to the track.

The truth was you had decided to give him the chance you promised Vanny. As much as you hate it she was right. He needed a chance in fighting hell, and if you didn't open up at least a little then there was no way you could convince her you at least tried.

He let go of your waist walking to the other side and sitting on the passenger side. "How many times have you been here at the lake house property?" He looked over at you while you turned the key starting it up. You turned on the headlights with it being so close for the moon to start its rise.

"More then I can count in the six years Blake and Van have been together, why?" You shifted to drive, you accelerated and chose the trails at random. "Take me to your favorite place here. You have to have one. I do." He leaned back in his seat while you thought about your favorite place.

You changed course and took the trails. "Why did you join the navy?" Your genuine question took him by surprise. He was expecting your attitude to come back just as fast as it disappeared. "It's been something I wanted to do for as long as I can remember. My family has a military background, and I like the look in peoples eyes when they see me in uniform. The military has its risks, but also has its perks. What about you? Why did you want to be a stylist?"

"I like brightening someone's day. I have women and men come in, their day, week, month even year is absolute shit. They sit in my chair and walk out happier feeling more confident then they did when they walked in." Jake leaned his arm over the seat behind you.

"You've definitely got plenty of confidence to go around." He chuckled. You slapped his leg softly with one hand on the wheel. "You're one to talk." He continued while laughing. "Damn right have you seen me?" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah I have. I see a cocky, arrogant, smoking hot ken doll with a vanity problem" He flashed an award winning smile.

"You think I'm smoking hot?" You glanced at him then turned down another trail. "I'm not saying it again. Your ego is big enough with me saying it once."

"Oh come on, just say it one more time. I'll tell you what I think." You were honestly curious. You weren't insecure. You had your flaws of course, but you knew you had some features that were desired. One great thing that came out of aging is realizing that rule 34 in porn applied to people, too. Someone out there would always find you beautiful, no matter your shape or size. It saved your confidence a lot. You might not be one man's cup of sweet tea, but another would drink you to the last drop happily.

"Jake, you know that you're smoking hot, I don't need to say it." He wrapped his arm around you.

"Yeah, but it sounds so much better coming from a gorgeous woman."

Your Eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think of me, Im gorgeous?"

"Yes. I can't tell you all that I think. It's filthy in there..." You laughed, he reciprocated your laugh with his own. "The mud honey. I've only seen you covered like you just got done taking your four-wheeler out for mud bogging."

"Good thing you asked me to take you to my favorite place..." you trailed as you pulled up to the river that feeds into the lake. There was a sizable waterfall ahead.

"You can't take this one. This is my favorite place." He said, looking up at the water falling. His eyes followed the water pattern.

"Shut up and come on." He looked back at you. His eyes widened. Your shirt was already on the seat. Your lacy bra was squeezing your chest in all the right ways. You unbuttoned your pants and shaked them down your legs. Jake would pay all the money in the world for you to do that again, just this time he wanted to be behind you.

He didn't question you. He just followed your lead. "You are wild, honey bee. I'll give you that." You grabbed the eco soap from your purse.

"I always come here and take a shower in the water. I was going to do it when everyone went to bed tonight, but it's going to be a little harder sneaking out this time..." you trailed unsure if Jake knew the two of you were sharing a room in the cabin. You continued "normally, I dont have anything on but youre not getting a full show." He pulled his shirt over his head.

"You are wild." He was lost for word, speaking the same sentence again. He continued trying to find the right words to say. He loved this embodiment of pure freedom you seemed to have. He just couldn't find a way to tell you how much he liked that about you. He took off his clothes leaving his boxers. You took a heavy flashlight and set it on the hood of the gator. It shined like a spotlight on the water flowing off the mountain. You made your way to the flat rock that created a nice floor and stood under the water.

Jake stopped watching as the water flowed down your hair and skin. Each drop of water seemed to be slow motion. Your lips spilt into a gasp as the cool water teased your neck. You lifted your hair drenching it in the liquid. Jakes eyes trailed down your body. He wanted to soak up every inch in fear that it was the only time he would see it. His eyes connected to your ass as you turned your chest to the water. He realized you were wearing a g string. He couldn't stop the bulge from forming. His hands begging to give the swelling some relief. You turned back towards him. "You gettin' in or are you just gonna stand there in your boxers and watch?" The bubbles forming around your body with the soap being added.

He honestly thought about just taking the show. Jake decided a shower with a hottie in a waterfall would be some story worth telling the boys when he got back home. He walked up to the flat rock and the water cooled his skin.

You watched as the water hit his back. You traced down each muscle with your eyes. Your gaze peeked down to his boxers. You giggled. "God malibu. Your boxers are screaming 'Barbie'." He looked down while adding soap to his body. His pink boxers had palm trees speckled across them. He met your eyes.

"You checking me out?" Your eyes traveled down his strong legs. Then, back to his eyes.

"I'm just making sure you know what you're doing." You spoke softly.

He smirked. "You used that one already." He looked down at you, watching your eyes. You looked back down his body and noticed the growth in his palm trees.

"Oh, I know." You weren't focused out your words. You were focused on the sex appeal of this dream man. It had been so long since you've been touched. You could feel the warmth stirring between your legs. You wanted to hear him say your name in the dirtiest ways, forcing you into positions where you were most vulnerable, you wanted to smell his chemistry mix with yours, you could almost feel his fingers teasing your clit making you beg to cum. You broke from the daze. He was so close to you. His lips were inches from yours. You had been pulling like gravity closer to him, lost in the thought of his sex. If you just take this step. You know you won't turn back. You could feel his throbbing erection where his hand was in your daze. It had pressed perfectly against your clit. You moaned so softly. Just one step. Just one more move, and this could be it. "Jake I, I-" you shuddered as he stepped closer, his member pressing harder against your sensitivity. You wanted this so badly.

"You're driving this time, remember, you tell me where I'm going." He stated so simply.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'm not the type to just sleep around." He stood still fighting off every nerve in his body.

"What if after tonight we go out on a date, just you and me?" You looked down at his lips looking for the lie, looking for the truth, looking for anything to tell you what his intentions were. Your hips jerked slightly as you tried to fight the urge yourself. You let out another moan as he rubbed unintentionally against your aching body.

"Then what? I move to California? Thats not realistic. I have a life here and we just met." He grabbed your hands pulling them to his chest holding them delicately.

"I have a month here, if you take a month's vacation, you can fly home with me. See how you like California. Ill pay for your expenses. You can run a business out of state. You can build a new life in California. You're free. We dont have to do anything tonight. Just say yes to a date. We can really give this an honest try." His word cut you like a knife. You were so close, your body was ready to take every piece of him. You just had to take one step. You had promised to give him a shot. Your pledge is your reason. You take the step closing the gap suddenly. The kiss is passionate and needy. He releases your hands and grips your waist firmly as if he is worried about losing you. He rocks back and forth teasing your clit with the tip of his boxer covered cock.

The cloth was giving you no protection from the teasing. "I can tell you what I think now." He mumbled into your lips. "Mmm" was all you could muster as your tongue danced with his. He picked your legs up with ease and guided your back to the smooth rock wall. You whined against his lips losing the feeling of his tip on your clit. He broke the kiss, released your legs, and rubbed his fingers up and down the folds of your warmth. "The waterfall wasn't exactly what I had in mind before now..." he trailed. "It wasn't mine either." You cried out as he rubbed softly on your clit again. "Please..." you begged bitterly.

"That was on my mind." He kissed you again and removed his hand.

"Please... Jake." you cried out again.

He rubbed again but it was so soft. You were aching for more force in his touch. "Scream my name as loud as you need to sugar, were miles away from the party. No one is going to hear you cum. I want you to beg for it. Scream my name and your pleads for what you want me to do to you."

"Jake, please touch my pussy." you screamed out as his hand added pressure to your sensitive clit. "Please Jake make me cum." He pushed your thong to the side and pressed his bare palm rubbing with intensity. "Please will you lick my pussy, I need you, Jake. I want to taste myself on your tongue." His laugh lines lifted into his signature smirk.

"You are so fucking sexy." He melted down to his knees. Wanting nothing more then to please you in whatever way you begged him to do so.

His hands pulled down the thong leaving it level to the ground. His tongue rubbed on your clit. You could feel the warmth. You screamed in pleasure as he quickened his pace.

"Please Jake, I'm so close." You could feel the rough texture of his tongue against the most delicate part of your body.

"Jake, I'm cumming!" You scream. He continues as your knees buckle beneath you. You scream in such pleasure. You feel euphoria course through your nerves. Each second feeling the sense of high reaching every possible area on your body.

Jake let you ride out the high against his tongue. He lifted to his feet and you immediately met his lips. Your tongue grazing across his. He gave you everything you asked for. The sweetness of your flavor on his lips giving you what you craved.

He grabbed a handful of hair at the base of your neck. He tilted your head back and sucked the bottom of your neck. He pulled back, letting go of your hair, and looked deep into your eyes. "Please let me make you cum, Jake." His eyes flashed with sheer pleasure. "I'm on the pill. I can take it. Please, Jake I'm begging you. I want your cum." He bit his lip and led you back to the middle of the flat rock. He laid down and you followed him. You straddled him and rocked your hips against his.

"Make... me... cum." He was direct with his order. His eyes rolled back. He could feel the warmth of your pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock. You stripped his boxers down and ripped off your bra. You slid the tip in and circled teasing him. He groaned breathing heavily.

"You're such a tease." He shoved his cock into you thrusting his hips. You screamed out in the sudden pleasure. He groaned as he could feel your walls wrap around his cock. You recovered then bounced up and down his shaft. "You're so tight" He bit his lip and groaned his lifted his hands rubbing you nipples. The cold water of the waterfall now closer, misting your hot bodies. "Jake you're going to make me cum again." Your fingers teased your clit. Your other hand was stabilizing your speed and balance.

"Cum all over me. Cum while I'm inside you. Beg me to cum inside you when hit that high." His thrusting paced matching yours.

"Jake!" You screamed as you clit tingled under your pressured fingertips.

"Please cum inside my tight pussy!" You felt the euphoria take over your body again. Jake sped up and suddenly was thrusting deeply. His eyes rolled back feeling his own high. You were riding it out together as his cum released filling you.

Chapter 4

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: DC

Title: You can’t stop DNA

Character(s): Joker, Jason Todd, Damien Wayne, Tim Drake

Request: No

Genre: angst

TW: kidnapping, mental torture, vomit,

A/N: (Y/B/M) means your birthday month quick heads up

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You weren’t a hero or a vigilante or a villain. You were (M/N) Quinn, the boyfriend of Jason Todd. And the son to Pamela Lillian Isley and Harleen Frances Quinzel or Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. You lived with your aunt Selena until you turned seven when you move in with your moms.

Neither of your moms were a big part of your life in those sevens year, sure they visited but they never stayed for long and they didn’t visit often. Who did was your dad, Jack Oswald White or the Joker. He would visit you ever month on the first Saturday of the month and the last Saturday of the month. But in (Y/B/M) he would stay the whole week of your birthday.

He was your whole world until your moms revealed to you the truth of what they did. The truth of who your dad really was, you didn’t believe it at first but then you saw him the Gotham news and you knew. You began to spread the two people your dad was.

When he was with you and making you the happiest kid alive he was Jack, your dad. But when he was out there terrorizing people, he was joker. They were two different people because Jack was your dad the Joker wasn’t and he wouldn’t ever be.

“Hey,” Jason spoke, as he entered the room decked out in his red hood gear. He had everything on expect for the hood which rested in his arms.

You looked up from your phone and smiled at him, “Hey, I thought you guys left to go on patrol ten, fifteen minutes ago,” You replied.

“Yeah, were about to leave, but Damien then threw up. So he’s staying here and since Alfred is out of town were wondering if you would watch him,” He replied.

“You of course, I will,” You got up from Jason’s bed and placed your phone in your pocket. You got up making your way over to the door frame, Jason currently resided.

“Thank you, love you,” he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Love you too, don’t get your ass sent back to the grave,” you laughed.

He shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied. You watched as he made his way down the hallway and eventually out of sight before making your way to Damien’s room.

The door was opened but you knocked anyway, “Damien,” you called. You didn’t get a response, only hearing the familiar sound of someone emptying there stomach. You walked into the room entering the same bathroom, where Damien currently leaning over the toilet.

You sat down next to him, rubbing his back. This went for awhile until the poor the kid finally stopped, “i’m gonna go get you some clothes to change into. Go jump into the shower,” you were honestly surprised when Damien didn’t put up a fight like he would usually.

A couple minutes later after Damien took his shower you both were laying his bed, watching some random TV show. Everything was fine until you noticed Damien become tense. At first you thought nothing over because the kid was sick but something just didn’t seem right about the way he was acting. “Are you okay?” You asked.

He looked around the room, “something isn’t right,” he told you. You cocked an eyebrow at the boy as he stood up walking over his desk, you were quick to follow.

“Damien-,” you began but were cut off by the sound of glass breaking. The window above Damien’s bed had shattered as a sliver canister was thrown through it landing on floor just in front of Damien’s bed.

Before either of you could react gas began flooding from the canister, you quickly covered your nose with your shirt. Damien doing the same but it didn’t help and the whole world slowly went black.

TIME SKIP

You groaned as you slowly came into consciousness your head hurt like hell. You went to move your arm but couldn’t you slowly looked down and panic set in as you realized you were chained by your wrists and ankles to chair.

Okay what happened last? You asked yourself. Everything came flooding back to you, you tried your hardest to look around the room. You began to calm down a bit when your eyes landed on Damien. He looked perfectly fine from what you saw, “Damien,” he didn’t move. “Damien,” you shouted once more.

This time he did move, he opened his eyes a couple of times. “(M/N)?” He asked in a soft voice, he went to move only to find out he was in the same predicament as you.

“just stay still,” you told him, “Bruce and everyone else will get us out of here,” you turned from him to ceiling of the room and began speaking again not exactly sure who too. “You hear that fuckwad, Bruce is gonna get us out of here. He’ll send the whole fucking justice league if he has too,” You exclaimed.

“I’ve beat them before,” someone spoke. Someone you hadn’t seen in years, he revealed himself from the darkness and smiled at you. It was the joker, “You don’t look happy to see me Kiddo,”

“What do you want?” You fought to keep your voice steady. He just smiled at you as he made his way over to you, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“don’t fucking touch him,” Damien shouted. He turned to Damien and smirked, before turning back to you. You fought to get out of the grip but his hands only tighten.

“You know, you look so much like me,” he smirked. You didn’t have time to respond before his knee made contact with your stomach, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

He tsked as he removed his hands and moved back from you, “but your just as pathetic as your mother,” he laughed, an evil laugh that sent chills down your back. “You know you would a make prefect little me, I’d just have to toughen you out,” he told you.

“I’m nothing like you,” you hissed.

“Oh but you are, you are my son. Were bounded by blood and your blood is filled with-“

You cut him off, “stop it!” you exclaimed.

He just shook his head, “Your blood is filled with evil,” a few tears escaping the hold you had on them slowly streamed down your face, He smiled at this, “you see it’s true,” he laughed.

“It’s not!” Damien exclaimed, “he’s nothing like you!” The joker’s attention was now fully on Damien.

“Oh but he is, it’s in his blood. Before his moms were one, I am one, and his pathetic little pussy of an aunt was too. It’s just about time before he caves and becomes one as well,” his watch beeped and the looked at the two of you, “Well I must be off, i’ll see you soon (M/N),” and with that he was gone. Like he was never there in the first place.

Only a second later did a down in the corner of the room open to reveal Jason and Tim. They were both dressed up in there respective superhero outfits, but instead of wearing his red hood helmet Jason wore a domino mask. Jason quickly ran over to you and untied you from the chair. As soon as he did you wrapped your arounds his chests and began sobbing.

He wrapped his arms around you rubbing his hand up and down your back. He looked over at Damien who mouthed the words ‘Joker is an ass’ to him. Jason rolled his eyes at this before turning back to you, “Look, I don’t know what he said or what he did but I can assure none of what he said was true and you sure as hell don’t deserve anything that he did to you,” Jason told you.

You wanted to believe but you couldn’t. You really just couldn’t.

#jason todd x male reader #Joker x Son!reader #harley quinn x poison ivy #Harley Quinn x son!reader #Poison Ivy x son!reader #tim drake #jason todd #damien wayne

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Something In-Between, pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (at some point), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

"Goddammit, Bradshaw," you muttered as you stretched and your bare foot fell into a puddle left on the bathroom floor. You managed to yawn and roll your eyes as you wiped the now wet appendage on the nearby bath mat...that was also soaking wet.

"I swear to god," you growled, "can you not even take a shower without making a fucking mess?" You took the frustrated opportunity to look up at yourself in the mirror and sigh. The bedhead was a nice, but unnecessary touch and you fought another yawn as you took off your glasses and started to wash your face.

Mid-contact on eye, you heard the door rattling and then the key. You laughed, ready to lay into the lieutenant you found yourself rooming with for the past few weeks. You threw your hair up into a messy bun and looked down at your shirt, water stains decorating the thing grey t-shirt. You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, closing your eyes, acutely aware of the body that appeared in the doorway.

"You're kind of an asshole to live with, ya know?" you stated, matter-of-factly, eyes still closed as you bent to the side, getting that one part of your sciatic nerve that you normally couldn't reach. When no sarcastic retort was thrown your way, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your hands now back to their original position above your head.

"Not Bradshaw."

He shook his head. Your hands dropped.

"Sorry."

He shrugged and gave you a slight smirk.

"You're-"

"Here for the thing," he finished your sentence and the gears in your head tried to frantically figure out what thing he was- OH. THE THING. THE GUY WITH THE THING. It was like your synapses all turned on at once. Bradshaw had mentioned something about someone coming over today to pick up a thing for work. You nodded and, for the first time, turned to face him in the bathroom doorway. You gave him a slightly sheepish smile and stepped past him and toward the small dining room table.

"Didn't know Bradshaw had a missus,"you heard a slight southern drawl behind the observation. You shook your head and continued digging through the stacks of mail and newspapers on the table. You almost missed the quirked eyebrow as he waited for a clarification. You continued to search.

"...sister?" he ventured, earning another head shake and a slight smirk that he reciprocated. You were enjoying the game (you were also aware that if you didn't find the thing for this guy, Bradshaw was going to kick your ass). Finally, your hand fell on the envelope with a sticky note on it. "Seresin" was all it said and you were able to remember the conversation now. Documents for...Jake- "Jake Seresin."

You hadn't realized you said his name out loud, feeling triumphant at remembering and then slightly embarrassed. It earned you another self-satisfied smirk that was quickly replaced by a frustrated chew of his bottom lip.

"College friend." You filled in and he let out a small "ah" waiting for you to continue.

"We were both at UVA and we were both too old to really be there," you let out a small chuckle, putting back all the mismatched papers back into a messy pile on the table. "I posted up here about a year ago for some work, Bradshaw let me know he was in town, and here we are."

"Navy?"

You chuckled, and shook your head, "You're not a big fan of full sentences are you, lieutenant?" He looked at you slightly surprised and you nodded towards his badges that stood out starkly against his khaki uniform. He almost gave you an impressed look, but something (arrogance, perhaps) kept his secret.

"Program Analyst. Private contractor- I just deal with the other contractors and make sure everything is finished on time and everyone gets paid." He nodded, approvingly. "With you all back, I may see you around if you're out near Hanger 3 on the north side." You gave a sincere smile and weren't sure if you were waiting for the handsome pilot in front of you to hit on you or laugh at your audacity.

He gave you a smile and then waved the envelope in his hand, signally that it was time for him to go. You nodded and gave him a light laugh as he made his way to the door, but he paused, hand on the door knob.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten all my manners this morning," the drawl was even more prevalent and you knew the look in his eye, "I didn't catch your name, Miss..."

You easily closed the distance between you and the Naval aviator, replacing your hand with his on the door knob as you opened the door wider and he stepped out onto the small patio.

"See you around, sailor," you winked and closed the door, heading back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

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"So, Rooster's got a roommate..."

The comment was innocuous enough, but after one fight already about his father and Maverick, Rooster found himself a bit more on edge than he had wanted to be. He saw both Phoenix and Bob shoot him interested looks that quickly turned to nothing but concern. Fanboy and Payback exchanged looks and then looked to the source of the conversation.

"...and she's pretty cute."

The blond pilot continued to chew on the toothpick in his mouth and toss a pencil up above his head, refusing to make contact with a now fuming Bradley Bradshaw. Payback was ready to jump up and stop another fight, but a hand appeared on Bradley's shoulder, staying him in his seat. Maverick had been standing in the back of the makeshift classroom and did not feel like dealing with any more drama from this team.

"Hangman, if you're in the barracks, you've got, what? 5 roommates? Not our fault none of them are cute...." Phoenix's comment was low, but everyone in the group heard it and it cracked the tension like ice. Rooster even gave her a chuckle and an eyeroll. Hangman stopped tossing his pencil in thin air and glared at her and then looked at Bradshaw.

"Back. Off." was all Bradley mouthed to the other aviator.But Hangman saw that as nothing but a challenge. He smirked, his green eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of you and pissing off Rooster in one fell swoop.

"You. Wish."

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A/N: New inspiration! Let's see where this goes!

Part 2

taglists(comment to be added!):

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