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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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HII UHMM I KNOW I KNOW BUTT CAN YOU MAKE ANOTHER JEALOUS CHRIS ONEE.. LIKE I LOVE IT SM . AND I KNOW THE BF AND THE READER BROKE UP BUT PLEASEE.

texts w/ jealous! chris (p3)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, masturbation, use of dildo, cursing, reader is in a toxic relationship, squirting

**could be cheating depending on how you view it. i’m not promoting cheating in the slightest, this is fiction. please do not cheat on anyone.

a/n: previous part

CHRIS’S POV

i stared at the set of numbers in confusion.

why did she send me her birthday?

once i saw the text she sent after that, it clicked.

she gave me her my eyes only password.

my fingers moved quicker than my mind could process, as i logged into her snapchat account.

once i was granted access, i immediately swiped up, clicking on my eyes only.

i typed in the password, and the sight i was met with made my eyes widen.

i clicked on the first picture, eyes immediately being drawn to her body.

at first, the pictures weren’t too crazy, just her in slightly revealing clothes.

they still drove me insane, though. her face was turned into a slight smirk, as though she was taunting me.

her clothing hugged her curves perfectly, showing off a minimal amount of skin.

with the next swipe, my heart dropped at the sound of a moan.

“fuck” a sweet, low moan fell from her glossy lips.

the camera only showed her face, but the sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of her wet pussy could be heard.

the noise immediately went to my dick, making my already semi-hard on worse.

“oh shit” she bit her lip as her face scrunched up in pleasure.

i began to palm my dick as i listened to the moans that fell from her mouth, wishing it was my name that she was moaning instead.

“yeah? wish that pretty dick was inside of me, huh?”

“fuck, yes” i whispered in response, as though she could hear me.

my hips jerked up into my hand when my tip brushed against the fabric of my boxers.

“wish you were buried inside of my tight walls baby, i’d milk that cock for all it’s worth”

“oh my god” i moaned out.

seeing this side of her was shocking, and it made me want more.

“fuck, i’m so close!” she moaned out as the wet sounds increased in frequency.

her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth hung open as she let out a pornographic moan.

just as the camera began to pan down, the video cut off, not allowing me to see anything further.

i swiped again, and this time, she held up a pink dildo.

my eyes widened and i immediately pulled down my pants and boxers, letting my dick slap my stomach.

she spit onto the toy, and took it into her mouth.

she pushed it in and out, moaning around it while staring at the camera.

she propped the camera up, allowing me to see her matching set.

it was a lacy, bright orange that made her skin glow.

she was sat at her desk chair, and quickly stuck the bottom of the dildo to her seat.

my hand wrapped around my dick, spreading the pre-cum around my tip.

i began to pump myself as she moved her panties to the side and sat on the dildo.

“holy fuck, holy fuck” i groaned out.

i watched her boobs bounce in her bra, as she leaned back against the chair and grabbed them.

“fuck, you feel so good buried inside of me like this”

she spoke to the camera as though i was in the room with her, fueling my imagination.

i barely allowed myself to blink, not wanting to miss a single one of her movements.

she let out several choked out moans as she stuck her hand in her panties, rubbing her clit.

“ughhh” i groaned out as thick ropes of cum flew up and onto my stomach.

suddenly, she lifted herself off of the dildo.

“want a better view?” she asked before she turned around, straddling the chair.

i kept my hands at my sides, gripping onto my chair in shock.

she moved her panties once again, before sinking onto the toy again.

she left me mesmerized, mouth hung open as i watched her ass move.

she lifted herself up and down, ass jiggling with every movement as her moans got louder.

“chris! chris! i’m gonna cum”

she moaned my name.

not her boyfriend’s, mine.

she continued to moan my name as she lifted herself up and squirted onto the chair.

squeals and screams rang out from my phone as she gripped onto the chair, while her body shook uncontrollably.

i quickly swiped out of my eyes only, going back to the camera.

i started the timer for the video and propped my phone up against my desk.

i started to stroke myself again, picturing her face as she finished.

the only thing that could be seen in the camera was my face and the movements of my arm, as my dick was hidden under the table.

i looked at the camera, beginning to speak, “you really think you can tease me like that and not receive any type of punishment?” i groaned out.

“such a fucking slut, screaming my name like that” i spoke as i sped up my movements.

“couldn’t even send it directly, had to make me find it ? if you want me, i wanna hear you beg for it ma”

i let out a long groan of her name as my cum shot out of me, coating my hand.

i brought my hand into view of the camera, showing off the sticky substance.

“look at what you do to me, baby. if you want me, all you have to do is ask. you know where to find me” i spoke before ending the video, and saving it to my eyes only.

when i finished cleaning up, i sent her a text.

check your my eyes only, baby.

make sure you’re alone ;)

——————-

hope u like <33

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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im quite literally in class rn but the jason brain rot is going so strong, so all i can think of is trying to convince Jay to stay home from patrol for just one(1) night because he's working too hard

like you barely see him anymore cuz he's either out running around as Red Hood or passed the fuck out in bed throughout the day, and just having enough of it and just like, getting down and giving him the absolute best head of his life to convince him to stay in (and he does, but only because he's literally physically unable to afterwards, like legs shaky and eyes glazed over, maybe just a little bit subby too?) ughhh god i need him so baddd 😭

- your friendly neighbourhood 🦊

after too many days i'm back, i've been too low on inspiration and i hate that but i read again this today while i was at work and i GIGGLED TOO HARD, 🦊 noonie i'm gonna find you (and kiss your brain) soooo as an apology for being off a few days, here we have a slightly long smutty thing with my sweet pretty boy jay <3

it's been probably over a month since jason only came back home to pass out on the bed, he barely woke up to eat something and do one or another stuff, even bruce was a bit worried about his health but he didn't pushed on it further.

once again night falls and jay is getting all geared up on your room, tactical pants, boots and that black compression shirt that always made your mouth water on when you came in, a small pout on your lips at the sight of your too tired boyfriend "jay... you look like you could use a night off" your voice is soft and so tempting for jason, because the idea of cuddling next to you and rest seemed to be what he needed more than anything.

"princess, you know i can't do that" jason sighs, there's a glimpse of want on his eyes and it's everything your brain needs to come up with a method to convince him and you are 90% sure it will work so it takes you less than a second to walk to him, letting yourself fall to the floor right between his legs.

the sight from that point is even more encouraging because jason looks so much intimidating like that, even when he frowns totally confused at your actions "but you work way too much, jay" and he knows what you're up too so his look changes from questioning to warning and oh, if it doesn't turn you on more because you know that you have the power to turn him into a puddle "you can stay home tonight, i can call dick to tell him you're sick and that you need to rest" your head lays on his thigh as one of your hand traces softly his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs while your eyes look into his.

"sweetheart, i can't do that–" jason starts, he sounds like he's having the hardest time of his life trying to tell you 'no' and it is as your fingers start to undo the buttons of his pants and his belt, caressing him over his boxers and feeling him reacting to your touch. there's a soft growl that escapes his lips, making you sit properly on your knees and looking up at your boyfriend for him to give into your (and his) needs just for him to move so you can pull his pants down enough to see his cock grow harder under your subtle strokes.

"you need to rest, at least one night" there's that pout on your lips again and that innocent tone that he doesn't buy because how could he when you start to slide your hand under his boxers and smile when his hard shaft is completely at your mercy, hand going up and down before you lean in to press a playful kiss on his tip, it sends a jolt through his spine and he can't help the low moan that slips past his lips when your tongue traces his length before taking the head between your lips.

it's always easy for jason to get lost on how good you make him feel, even when it comes to the times he needs to do something important so here he is, one of his hands on the back of your head while you suck slowly on him not taking in too much, your hand traces the veins on the bottom of his cock before stroking it "god damn, baby... you look so good on your knees for me" his voice is hoarse and he tries to pull you down on him just to be met with a playful look from you.

"c'mon, let me do this by myself" you speak, your lips shiny as you smile at jason, his dick pressed against your cheek and he nods "that's a good boy" and the way he swallows hard makes you chuckle before your mouth wraps around his shaft. jason keeps his hands next to his legs, the way you called him a good boy made him feel like he could cum just with your touch but it would have been pretty pathetic so he holds back. his eyes are fixed on the way your head bobs, the lewd noises your mouth makes everytime his head touches your throat and he has to resist the urge to fuck your face.

there's a pop that comes out of your lips when you let go of his cock, hand still fisted around him while you pull down the front of your sleeveless top, tits spilling out for him to look. the moan that escapes his lips is unholy when you put his dick between your breasts, tongue playing with his slit while you stroke him like that and he feels in heaven "you look so good like that, baby..." your words are sweet, he loves the way it feels because he could melt right there and it's what he needs to forget about anything else. he whimpers at the second you smirk, pulling away to grab hold of him and spitting on his shaft before taking it into your mouth again, this time sucking and licking on it with more urge.

you can feel him throb on your tongue, making you pull away again "such a pretty boy, aren't you? need to cum, baby? go ahead, good boys deserve to be rewarded" you coo him right before your mouth is wrapping him again and he can't help it this time, thrusting into your throat in a needy move before you can feel him shooting his load in a whiny moan, he looks so pretty like that and it makes you want to keep making him squirm.

it takes you nothing to stand up and go sit on his lap, his body trembles under your touch and the load you've been holding on your mouth falls over your tits when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before you pull his head towards your breasts "feel better now, baby?" you ask with a small smirk when jason hums in response, his mouth too busy on one of your nipples as he sucks while looking at you from under his eyelashes, pretty green eyes glazed as he whines softly "wanna stay home for tonight?"

"yes, mommy..." he can barely speak without sounding too slurred from how tired he felt from all the extra work and the head you just gave him.

"fine, i'll call dick to tell him you're sick"

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minihotdog · 2 months

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Locked Out On Valentine's (Choose Your Ending)

(Photo Cred: @chatskaja on twitter) <3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get locked out on Valentine's Day and have to sleep over at a certain Lt.'s flat.

C/W: Reader is dressed a little inappropriately

A/N: Never tried something like this before so I hope it buffs out. Also, super late Valentine's fic whoops

Word Count: 1k

“What do you mean he’s not available?!” You stand with your forehead against your door.

“Barrack’s manager is out on leave, he’ll be back tomorrow. Recommend you stay with a friend for now.”

“Wait! Where’s the emergency ma-” *click*

What the fuck!

You huff, banging your head against the outside of your door. Today was one of the worst days of your life. You planned a date with your boyfriend of one year only to be dumped right before you were supposed to meet up. And after bawling your eyes out decide to run out to the fountain to get back the hydration you lost.

The redness around your eyes finally went away but they were so puffy you couldn’t even see your keychain still hanging on the wall.

You’re now stuck in the middle of the hall on Valentine’s Day in a short tank top and your bedtime booty shorts hoping a soul doesn’t appear and see you with all your goods hanging out.

The barracks manager - or whoever that was - told you to find a friend. You didn’t have any here. You’d been in the unit for all of five months and they weren’t all that accepting of new people. They oozed the “prove yourself worthy of our clan” mentality. You roll your eyes just at the thought.

Ughhh. I really don’t want to.

You whine internally as you pull up Cpt. Price’s contact on your phone hoping you’re not interrupting anything.

“Sergeant y/n, what’s the purpose of your call?” He sounds annoyed. You hear a feminine voice in the background and him softly shooshing it.

“Sir! I’ve been locked out of my room and the primary barracks manager won’t be in till tomorrow. I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?” His voice strains lightly. He’s quiet for a moment and you’re unsure if you’re supposed to say something or…

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll message you soon.”

You sigh in relief. Maybe he’d contact the emergency manager and they’ll come unlock your door.

You stand with your arms crossed, back against the cold wall for what feels like forever until your phone finally buzzes.

Cpt. Price: Bld 920 Room 1208. Stay there tonight.

You’re about to flood him with questions, like: Where’s the key? Is there someone already there? Who’s room is this? But before you’re done typing he sends one last message.

Cpt. Price: I’m busy tonight with work so no need to thank me. Or call me again.

Work…? Yeah right!

The room was at least in the same building as you. Beats trekking in the snow in slippers and the ungodly attire you have on at the moment.

You make your way up the stairs cursing the base for not putting an elevator in your building. You peer at each door while wandering further down the hall.

1206… 1207… 1208!

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly.

God, I hope it’s at least a woman.

A few seconds go by before the door swings open. You stand wide-eyed. If you had less control your jaw would be on the floor too.

You stare back at your Lt. in all his glory. He stares back at you in nothing but low-hanging sweatpants. His blond hair is disheveled, the color matching the patch of hair on his bare sculpted chest. You’d seen him maskless before but from afar. He’s someone many avoided, his demeanor wasn’t exactly inviting and his wrath, from the rumors, was even worse.

The light flooding through the door frame illuminates his face enough to show the fine features up close. The scars running through his lips and cheeks only add to the stirring inside you that’s leaving you speechless.

As you try to stop yourself from ogling him right here and now he notices your eyes popping out of your skull and softly blows air out of his nose.

Is he laughing at me?

He decides to finally break the staring contest.

“What d’you want, pet?”

You stutter a bit before getting the words out,

“I got locked out, the captain told me to come here. He didn’t tell me it was your place.”

It was his turn to let his eyes wander. His eyes rake over your tank top, your arm over your chest to conceal the fact you’re braless, your exposed stomach and shorts that barely did their job as clothes. You stand there waving your water bottle around as you speak, completely unaware of the look on his face.

A smirk pulls at one of his lips as he listens to you ramble about the barracks managers not doing their jobs. Your voice gradually gets higher the angrier you get.

“What the hell are you wearin’?” He interrupts.

“Why are you answering the door half-naked?” You shoot back.

He sneers, “You show up at my door wantin’ a place to stay and you have an attitude?” He pulls his phone from his pocket seeing a barely coherent message from Price.

“Fine. No point in arguin’, Price is probably with the missus, doesn’t want to be bothered.” He steps to the side allowing you to come in. You cautiously accept and step into the space.

His place was neat, and well-kept, more like an apartment rather than the prison they kept you in. You turn back to look at him and notice the tattoos covering the skin of his arm. He pretends not to notice you checking him out as he walks to the hallway closet and pulls out a pillow and blanket.

He hands them to you, “Is that enough or d’you need a bedtime story too?”

“Little Red Riding Hood’s my favorite, please.” You snark, as you drop the pillow and lean over to throw the blanket over the cushions. You swear you hear his breath catch in his throat but get quickly covered up by him clearing his throat.

“So… What are you up to on Valentine’s Day?” You prod hoping to learn something about the most feared individual of the unit.

“Just another day, means nothin’.” He leans against the wall behind him. You sit with your legs crossed on the almost comically large couch, probably custom-made for his giant ass. You lean on your hand and look up at him.

“Is that so?”

“What happened to that muppet you’re always moanin’ bout? Should be with him.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Nah, he’s no good. Decided he liked by friend better.” You laugh sadly. “Can’t seem to keep them this time of year. I’m too cool for it.” You try to joke but end up cringing on the inside. His chest rises with a soft chuckle.

“That right?”

“You know it.” You wink at him.

The two of you go quiet for a moment.

He decides to break the silence.

”You want some tea, love?

*** Decision Time ***

Why not? I'm already here and he's being nice. Sure, I'll have some tea.

Or...

I don't wanna be a bother. He's already having to let me stay over. I'm gonna pass on tea.

#Simon Riley #Simon ghost riley #ghost #simonghostrileysmut #simonrileysmut #codsmut #simonrileyxreader #simonghostrileyxreader #ghostxreader #ghost x reader

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: can be read as a stand-alone or as part two of Concentrate! now it’s your turn to encourage Eddie to finish his studying…

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), bit of praise kink, kinda sub!Eddie, minors DNI

A/N: more porn with minimal plot, enjoy!! <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Ughhh I’m so bored, I can’t take anymore” Eddie sighs dramatically, slumping back in his chair.

He pushes the book away from him on the desk, moving to fold his hands in his lap. You look at him with narrowed eyes from where you were perched on the bed with a book.

“It’s been five minutes” you quip.

“That’s five minutes longer than I was planning on doing” he shrugs.

You tilt your head at him but he just smirks.

“Come on Eddie, seriously. I’m not letting you fail another year. You need to study.”

“I can’t, it’s just so tedious” he pouts.

“You’re telling me you can sit for hours intricately planning a complex and in-depth dnd campaign but you can’t sit and write notes from a textbook for more than five minutes?” You quirk your eyebrow at him.

“Yes, exactly. Dnd is fun, this,” he gestures towards the textbook still open on the desk, “is not.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. Eddie sighs dramatically again, throwing his head back with a groan. When he doesn’t move to sit back up again you know his studying isn’t going anywhere. Not without some kind of motivation anyway. You roll your eyes again and silently get up from the bed, padding over to where he was sat.

He cocks an eyebrow at you as you walk over to him but remains slumped as he is. You move to stand in front of him, your legs slotting between where he had his spread wide open. You lean forwards, your hands gripping the armrests, essentially locking Eddie into place on the chair. Now he sits up, his eyes lighting up with excitement, a smirk taking over his face.

You match his smirk as you cock your head to the side. You subtly push your upper arms close together, pushing your tits closer together, giving Eddie an eyeful with your low-cut shirt. You smirk wider when you see Eddie’s eyes flicker to your cleavage before slowly returning to meet your gaze, his smirk turning into a wicked grin.

“Aw, is my poor babyboy bored?” You give him a mocking pout, pushing out your bottom lip.

He nods enthusiastically, his gaze now flicking back and forth between your eyes and your lips. He leans forward even more, your lips barely an inch away from his now. You can feel his breathing start to get heavier as it washes over your face. He bites his bottom lip lightly as he waits for your next move.

You then move one hand to palm his crotch, cupping his cock over his ripped jeans. He lets out a breathy groan as you do so and you revel in the sound. You rub him lightly, feeling as he starts to grow semi-hard beneath your touch. He groans again, his hips pushing up into your hand. You giggle slightly as you watch him grind his crotch against your hand.

“Well that’s just too bad,” you shrug. “You need to study” you chuckle, pulling your hand away from him.

“Oh fuck sake” he growls in frustration, his head thrown back again as you lean on the desk, giggling lightly.

“Baby please” he whines at you, his hands grabbing at your hips.

“Uh uh” you tut, leaning forward until your lips almost brushed his again, “you need to study.”

He groans again, his fingers squeezing your hips.

“If you study, like a good boy…” you whisper huskily, “then I’ll blow you, like a good boy.”

His jaw practically hits the floor at the promise.

“Yes ma’am” he stammers quickly.

He dives right back into his textbook, taking up his pen and beginning to scribble notes so fast you were sure he wasn’t even aware of what he was writing. You stay sat on the desk next to him, watching intently as he works through the textbook. You kept your eye on his work, making sure he was in fact writing notes from the book and not just scribbling random nonsense.

After a while you begin to get bored yourself. You take your leg and begin to rub up and down Eddie’s thigh with your foot. You see a shiver run through his body as his hand falters, his eyes lock on your foot as it makes its way towards his crotch again. His eyes rake slowly up your body as you feel his semi-hard cock beneath your foot.

“How’s the studying going baby?” You ask in sultry whisper.

“Mmm really well” he groans. “I think I’ve managed to get some good work done. Think I’m finally getting the hang of it” he smirks.

“Yeah?” You cock your head again.

“Yeah” he confirms, his hands now sliding up your thighs.

“Good” you hum before jumping off the desk.

You place a quick kiss to his lips, leaning over him again.

“Then keep going” you whisper into his ear, biting and pulling his earlobe.

He groans loudly again and opens his mouth to protest. But you cut him off by kissing him deeply, but only for a second.

“I said, keep going” your voice laced with a commanding edge.

You kiss down his throat as he whimpers under your touch. You place a kiss to the dip at the base of his neck before you run your hands down his body and sink to your knees between his legs.

Eddie’s eyes blow wide, his mouth hanging open, as he takes in the view of you kneeling in front of him under the desk, your hands splayed over his thighs. You see his hands grab the armrests, his knuckles turning white with the strain of his grip. You slide your hands up his thighs until you reach his crotch once again. You lock eyes with him as you undo the handcuffs that serve as his belt buckle. You then quickly undo the zip to his jeans. Eddie wiggles his hips frantically to help you pull the jeans and boxers just past his ass, just enough to free his now fully hard cock.

“Ah fuck” he whimpers when you place a kiss to the rough patch of curls just above his cock.

You kiss across his hips, your lips coming tantalisingly close to his cock before moving away again. He groans and whines, his hips bucking in his seat. You chuckle to yourself lightly as you revel in his frustration. Now he knew how it felt, you think to yourself smugly, payback.

“Shit” he whimpers under his breath when you finally lick a stripe up his cock, your tongue flattening against his base and dipping quickly into the slit at the end, sending a shiver through his body, before you pull away.

When you lean back he looks down at you with heavily lidded and pleading eyes.

“Back to work baby” you smile wickedly. “You finish that chapter...” you pause for dramatic effect, “...and I’ll finish blowing you” you shrug with giggle.

He groans again, a sound perfectly mixing frustration with defeat.

“Please” he whispers desperately.

You shake your head and place a kiss to his thigh.

“Fuck” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

He takes a deep breath before admitting defeat and picking his up his pen again. You can hear the scratch of pen on paper as he scribbles frantically, racing to reach the end of the textbook chapter. You hum your approval and begin to slowly kiss the skin around his hardened cock, nipping and sucking, leaving marks along his hips bones and upper thighs. You hear the pen scratch falter when you lick another stripe up his cock.

Eddie practically shudders as you take just his head into your mouth, suckling gently. He lets out a soft whine when you flick your tongue into his slit, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.

“O-oh, shit” you hear Eddie mewl as you slowly take more of him into your mouth.

You slide your lips down his cock, pushing your head down until you feel his tip at the back of his throat, the curls of hair on his crotch tickling your nose. You suck softly, making sure to keep your pressure light. You wanted to make him feel good, to encourage him while the worked. But you weren’t going to properly blow him, to properly reward him, not yet. Not until he’d finished that chapter as you’d instructed.

You take your time, bobbing your head up and down at a leisurely pace. Every now and then you suckle on just his tip in particular, enjoying the way his body jerked with pleasure, the whines that would leave his lips. His hips desperately try to buck up into your touch, to fuck into your mouth, yearning for more. But you just pin his hips down with your hands, eliciting another frustrated groan from deep within Eddie’s chest.

Eddie’s breathing increases rapidly, his groans and whimpers growing more and more frequent as you continue to keep him warm in your mouth. You hear the pen scratch faster before Eddie finally slams it onto the desk. His hand quickly comes to cup your cheek as he leans back in his chair to look at you. His thumb strokes your cheek as he looks at you pleadingly.

“I’m done” he pants. “Please baby I've finished” he whines, his hips pushing up into your mouth.

But you pull back and release him from your mouth with a pop, bringing your hand up to wipe the spit from your lips. Eddie releases a frustrated noise, sounding as if he was not far off from actually crying with desperation.

“Show me” you command.

“Baby please” he mewls.

“Show me” you repeat firmly.

He grabs his notepad quickly, scrambling to show you what he’d written. You scan over them quickly and recognise his last note as the last sentence in the textbook chapter; he had indeed finished his work. You hum in satisfaction.

“Good boy” you whisper as you kiss his tip again. “You did so well for me babyboy."

He moans softly at your praise.

“Ah shit sweetheart” he hisses when you finally take him back into your mouth, moving straight down to lodge as much of him inside your mouth as you could.

His notebook drops to floor as his one hand goes back to gripping the armrest. His other hand moves from your cheek to cup the back of your neck, helping guide you as you steadily increase your bobbing movement. You hollow out your cheeks and suck harder than before, finally allowing him the relief he’d been so desperately craving. You flatten your tongue agains this underside again, feeling the curves and dents of the vein there. You moan around his cock, causing his hips to stutter and a breathy whine to pitch in his throat. You flick your tongue into his slit again, swirling around his tip.

“Sh- shit, your mouth feels so good, so fucking good baby” he chokes out and you moan around his cock again.

His hand squeezes into a fist behind your head, pulling on your hair harshly, bringing tears to your eyes. But you take pride in having him such a whimpering mess because of you and you suck him even harder, humming over his cock, bobbing your head even faster. You were determined to work him toward his climax despite how much your jaw ached and your knees were protesting.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop” Eddie pleads in a frantic whisper, his face screwed and twisted with pleasure, “Please, I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

And you don’t. You keep up your pace until you finally hear him grunt loudly, his body arching up off the seat as he pushes deep into your mouth, causing more tears to sting your eyes.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” he cries as you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

You taste the salt of his hot seed as it hits the back of your throat as he finally climaxes. His fingers shake where they hold onto your hair as you continue to blow him through him his orgasm, literally sucking every ounce of pleasure that you could from his body. You keep going until his entire body is convulsing and his hand comes back to your face to pull you off him.

“Okay okay okay stop stop please” he sighs frantically, his chest rising and falling heavily as he pants. “Fuck” he whispers softly as he looks down to see you wiping a bit of escaped cum from the corner of your mouth.

You swipe it with your thumb and push it into your mouth, sucking it clean, swallowing it just as you had the rest of his load. He stares at you wide-eyed, his face flushed and sweaty. You smile softly at him before crawling out from under the desk, leaning over to kiss him, properly this time, your tongue smothering his, letting him have a taste of himself.

He pulls back from your lips with a small sigh, laughing softly. He runs a hand through his hair again before grinning cheekily at you; “well shit, if you do that every time I study I'll definitely pass this year.”

Masterlist

A/N: idk what to say other than I don’t think I’ve ever genuinely wanted to blow a man so bad in life lmaooo! I hope you enjoyed this <33

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minoment · 11 months

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Ughhh what about any sub character begging for me to breed them after something turned them on while I’m reviewing and writing reports

u know HOW PPL LOOK SO MUCH GOOOOODDDD IN A SUIT (drools)

and me being the insanely NICE individual I would probably make them wait the entire time maybe cockwarm me??

Then I would probably breed them until they pass out and make them scream so fucking hard that they couldn’t even make noise for a week and walking got threw out the door eons ago

I PROMISE IT’S BECAUSE OF THE SUIT AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I’M SO FUCKING STRESSED AND THEY LOOK SO GOOD BEGGING

The way I instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner

He seems to be the type to grunt and whimper, occasionally groaning; especially if you're jerking him off in his office. Once you get home and you have him to yourself, he's moaning and begging for you.

THE THINGS I WANT TO DO TO THIS MAN HE HAD NO RIGHT LOOKING THIS GOOD IN A SUIT.. I love dilfs so fucking much bro

Warnings: sub aaron, dom reader, true gn reader, very lovey dovey sex, aaron and reader being absolutely WHIPPED for each other, reader can have a dick or a strap, mild begging, implied morning sex, cockwarming, grinding, implied overstimulation

You sat in your home office, reviewing a few case files from the past few weeks. The door opened quietly and then shut, Aaron's gentle footsteps being heard as he walked over to you. He placed his warm hands on your shoulders and you leant back into his touch.

"Hey.." he said quietly, looking down at what you were occupied with. "You want to take a break?"

"I'm sorry baby I can't.." You hummed gently rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. "I have to review these for Strauss.."

Aaron made a soft noise of disapproval, pulling back your office chair and practically pulling himself into your lap. You were both big, barely fitting in the desk chair as he situated himself over your crotch. You sighed, still seeing him in his work suit.

"What do you need Aaron?" You murmured, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lower lip.

"You.." He replied concisely, practically demanding.

"Honey I have to work.." You sighed, pulling him down into a soft kiss.

"Please..." He asked, looking down at you with those eyes of liquid chocolate. It made your heart squeeze and your stomach do flips even though you had been together for years. You sighed.

"Fine.. pants off baby. You can keep me company while I work." You unbuckled your own belt as he removed his lower clothing as fast as he could.

He was already half hard as you slid inside him, the remnants of this mornings lube coming in handy. Aaron moaned softly in your ear, snuggling into your neck as he waited patiently for you to finish your task. Your girth made his muscled thighs shake, and every so often he would grind down onto you as he let out soft 'a-ah's of satisfaction.

Eventually you would finish up, man handling him over your desk after you had cleaned up. Aaron often made a mess and a conversation with Strauss about 'suspicious stains on the report' was not one you were willing to have.

You set a deep, hard pace, your thrusts reaching every spot inside him. He was grasping onto your desk, moaning out low, gravelly strings of 'thank you' and 'I love you so much'.

"I love you too, sweet boy.." you grunted, rutting your hips sharply into him. It was true and you wouldn't stop until he was shooting blanks over your desk and limping to work the next morning.

#dom reader #sub character #sub criminal minds #sub aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotch smut #sub hotch #sub!hotch #sub hotchner #mino chats //

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heavens-aesthetic-kitchen · 13 days

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Why the TF2 Defense Trio deserve more recognition

The people have spoken, I have decided to create an essay disguised as a post on this godforsaken website because it's a free country goddammit! (I would have done it either way lmaooo, I have a lot of shit to say about these maniacs) To start this formal essay glorified very serious shitpost, why should you as a tf2 fan care about these 3 men? They're so "boring" and there's not much going on with them. If ya took a second, let's pause with what was being said. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND to think such thoughts, we must shake you out of cuckoo land by giving you an in-depth look into these three so that you understand where I'm coming from. Let's start in order:

Demoman:

After being in the fandom since 2019, there's always one character I always thought wasn't given much anything in the fandom at all. Even taking ships out of the equation, there's barely any fics I've that focus on Tavish Finneagan Degroot specifically that I've seen that isn't a compilation fic (I read a lot of x readers, don't judge me). Believe me, I checked ao3. I went through Demoman's tags and I tried very hard to filter a lot of the crossover and relationship tags, yet there's less of Demoman himself, than there's him just existing as a side character of a story. Which is honestly sad, I honestly think Demo is one of the more kinder mercs compared to a lot of the team. This man made friends with the BLU soldier, despite knowing that they were supposed to be killing each other. Sure, it's unclear whether or not Demo did actually go through with it and it's just a ruse, because the voicelines in WAR! don't have a set timeline. But I do think that Demo would have tried to keep his friendship with BLU soldier. He's very chill. I've never actually seen him get violent against his friends and family, despite being a drunkard. I honestly think he's one of the sweetest people in TF2, he takes good care of his mom and haunted sword lmaoooo. Jokes aside, he seems like a genuinely good man and I barely see anything that suggests he's sadistic. He's a chaotic and loud, but not bad. Not bad at all. The fact he can still do his job well, even after drinking so much that his body created a whole distillery, is even more impressive. He is damn good at what he does and works very hard. He's had multiple jobs, even as wee little lad. Despite what people think of him, the fact he's getting paid 5 million dollars a year, is proof he knows what he's doing. He loves his job and couldn't bear the thought of not working. I feel like his backstory isn't talked about enough in the fandom either. When you think about it, it's kinda fucked up that he was put in an orphanage by his biological parents until he was in the right age to be blowing people up. Not only that, his eye socket was haunted by the Bombinomicon so that every halloween a giant eye would manifest, attacking him and his friends. Even Medic couldn't help him and instead resorting to scooping the part of Demo's brain where he remembered so he would stop asking. He most likely has a lot of stories for you, I see him as the type that has a lot to say. His past is the most fleshed out and complete out of all the mercs, which I really appreciate, you can do a lot more with him. Also another thing, during Unhappy Returns, he took the time to reassure Soldier that he wouldn't think he's a civilian. He didn't brush Soldier's worries aside and instead comforted him. I wish I had a lot more to say about Demo because I am baffled that he isn't being gushed about as a potential partner. He has the excitement and like zero baggage. A thing I also wanna point out is that he seems to be insecure of the fact he's a black scottish man with only one eye during Meet The Demoman. I may be reading into things a bit too much, but it makes me wanna be like "NOOOO don't talk about yourself like that, bro. You're so cute UGHHH" Also also he's handsome. Sure looks can be subjective, but I still think Demo has a face I would kiss hehe. He looks great with his beard and his cheeky ass smile. GOD I could gush about him all day, but I have to move on rip.

Heavy:

Honestly, I'm having a hard time just finding the words to describe this amazing man without giving him the respect he deserves. But I'll sure try. Heavy has had a difficult life and I've always admired how strong he was. Not just of his muscles, but he endured one of the toughest situations and still kept moving forward with his life even though it was traumatizing. You see why I'm even having a hard time talking about him? I can't really get down into the weeds, without getting serious for a min. I feel like the fandom doesn't give him much credit for being able to deal with so much. He's the rock for his family after his father disappeared (atp I think he's dead, which is the cherry on top this depressing sundae) and I wouldn't doubt that he would be the same for his team. He's a man of few words, but that makes him all the more intriguing. Just because this man has a lot of brawn does not mean he's dumb at all. Despite how he acts in the battlefield, Heavy is observant and clever. Although, it's implied that Spy being Scout's dad is an open secret between the mercs and Miss Pauling, the fact he figured it out without saying it directly must mean he has a lot more going on. He's also educated, getting a phD in Russian Literature. It's not a STEM program, but he actually got a doctorate and went to college, that's a lot more than half of what the mercs did lmaooo. Also he has a bit of a softie side, not just for his mom and sisters, but also other creatures as well. I respect him so much for avoiding violence against those dogs during the Showdown comic. Not only shows what an absolute sweetheart he is, but also how much he's able to think quickly on his feet. Heavy is very direct and blunt, I don't see him as the type to lie about his feelings. I appreciate that he doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat anything, he'll get the job done and he ain't playing. There's no fluff, he knows what he wants and that's to rev up Sasha and ram through sons of bitches without any worries.

I feel like I wanna point out, his story seems the most unexplored in the fandom, even though it has a lot of potential for ANGST factor. I already broke down how sad it is, but I just feel like it isn't said enough. Can I just say how cuddly he looks?! GAH, I feel like he would give the warmest hugs! The way he smiled in Unhappy Returns when he finds out his family doesn't need to live in fear anymore, just melts my heart! He's so protective over his family and friends! I wish I had a lot more to say about this guy because I just can't stop finding more things about him that go unappreciated. I had to literally edit this part so many times before moving on, he just has those little details you don't notice until you take a second and have that OH MY GOD moment

Engineer:

I was getting so hyped, when it was finally our resident southern nerd's time to shine. GOD I have so much to say about this man. It's been over 5 fucking years and I have never stopped simping for this man since 2019, I think I'm gonna go insane from how much I've been repressing, I go feral when he's around. Anyways enough stalling. I don't ever think a fictional character has ever made me swoon quite like Engineer, I really mean that. I have ask and pleaded to whatever god was listening to give me a man like Engie. To me, he is everything I ever wanted and more.

First, I wanna talk about what makes him attractive to me. His accent. His southern charm, UGH he's killing me with that smooth voice and chivalry! I swear this man could make me faint just from existing. The way he smiles is so warm, his insults are so corny I love them. That five o clock shadow GAHH! I'm getting butterflies all over again. I swear I love all three of the defense bois, but Dell Conagher has my heart wrapped around his gunslinger metal finger. All those personal reasons aside, I've always thought Dell Conagher was a very interesting character in the world of TF2. He might not have much screen time or goofy shenanigans like the other mercs, but that doesn't mean you can ignore him oh no no no. This man is important within the whole story of Mann Co and TF industries, his grandfather being the catalyst of the game's events and the comics going forward. The Conaghers are the SOLE REASON why Team Fortress 2's story exists. I find it strange that the fandom hasn't done much with this fact because you can do a lot with this idea. Engineer knows a lot of shit and would be the biggest threat to Helen, if not for the fact that his family has been helping her for years.

Like his backstory, he's not seen much in the battlefield, but he has a lot more going on behind the scenes. Imagine the possibilities. He is damn intelligent and he knows it. While Dell is very sweet and has a southern charm, this is a facade to hide his God complex and sadistic tendencies. If you think this man is just your boring gentle engineer, you've got a big storm coming. It's heavily implied that he sawed off his own arm so that he could use the gunslinger. This man works on projects with Medic and doesn't question the moral implications of putting a human brain in a pumpkin. Hell, he threatened his own employer, even if he was an old man (Granted, Blutarch dug up his grandpa's grave, so he probably should have gotten something a lot worse than just Dell telling him to fuck off). Engineer is more than the texan egghead sweetie pie, he is a mercenary for a reason and I would argue that he might be as insane, if not more than, the rest of the team. No sane man would willingly work with a bunch of war criminals if he wasn't also crazy. That's the thing I really like about him. I love playing as him in the game because it represents his character very well. He technically serves a supportive role to the team with his buildings, but he is a killer with a lot of tools in his disposal, With the right amount of training, he can absolutely dominate in the battlefield.

I feel like he's one of the people that underestimate and assume that he's an easy target, but he's a lot more than that. He has a lot of layers that makes me want to learn more about him and what he has to offer.

In Conclusion:

These guys are cool. Lmaooo okay I won't just end it there. I genuinely believe that they're not getting the recognition that they deserve, they've got a lot more going for them if you pay attention. Sure they might not always be the loudest or most prominant character in the story, but what they lack in quantity, they make up for in quality TEN FOLD. They don't have to be your favourite, but you should at least give them a chance. You never know, they may surprise you.

Okay so thats enough of that, I couldn't find a divider above this message, so you're getting this grainy ass gif. Honestly, I put way too much effort on this shitpost lmaooo, but I just wanted to get my thoughts out in a more concise manner. If you want to add more stuff about these three that I didn't mention, feel free to do so. Anyways thanks for reading

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 engie #tf2 demo #tf2 mikhail #tf2 defense #i spent way too long on this post than I should have bruh #enjoy the ramblings of a thirsty idiot #defense nation rise up

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poraphia · 7 months

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Hey ml, we haven't talked in a while. Maybe some insecure! Reader x tired! Wilbur headcanons?? You can see I have a thing for deep voice, sleepy Wilbur.

Not necessarily angst, but him just wanting to go to bed, and waking up and feeling horrible for neglecting your feelings so he makes it up to you by kissing away your insecurities? You choose the insecurity.

Sorry if this was confusing 😔

"Sleepy Wilbur, Stressed Me."

➵ PAIRING! tired!wilbur x insecure!reader

➵ CREATING! 9.30.23 | 459 words

➵ CONTAINING! insecurities, body issues, immense fluff with kissing and cuddling.

➵ SAYING! eeee ax i havent seen you in my inbox since forever!! istg i loveeee sleepy wilbur its just UGHHH THIS MANNN

My masterlist :)

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Coming home

Wilbur is certainly a busy man, we all know this.

But, today really wasn’t one of your best days either.

As soon as he arrives home, he threw off his Docs and his bag before passing out straight onto the bed

Instead of bothering him, you just decided to snuggle up next to him with tears all over your face and just the looming pain of feeling so horrible about yourself.

When Wil wakes up, he immediately noticed how distressed you look

Your hair is tangled, you’re whimpering in your sleep, and your eyes are puffy with tears

Immediately he’s hugging you close to his chest, stroking your hair and warming up your frail body

He doesn’t even think to wake you up and patiently waits for you to flutter your eyes open

Talking it out

When you wake up, your voice barely comes out because of how worn out you were from crying all night

He gently asks you with his croaky, deep morning voice what happened

In a burst of tears you’re venting every little thing about yourself that you feel isn’t good enough

Either too many pimples on your forehead, too much fat on your stomach, or feeling horrible for falling behind work

“But you’re so talented and hard working, my love. It’s okay to feel stressed out about it, but you’re doing your best and that’s what makes me proud of you..”

He whispered quietly and softly in your ear

After countless bits of reassurance, he would kiss every piece of your body you felt horrible about

Your forehead, your stomach— hell, you weren’t even insecure about your neck but he’s kissing it because he know it makes you giggle

“I love this part about you the most… No, this one… Mm.. I’m sorry, love, I can’t decide. I just love everything about you..”

He ended it off by pressing his nose against yours, pulling you close and closing his eyes, smiling

Spoiling You

After enough smiles and that sweet, sweet morning voice, Will gets out of bed to make you some breakfast

He didn’t let you put up an argument. That man was making you breakfast even if you did feel “fat”

Once he came back he gently kicked open the door singing your favorite song with your tray of food

Then as you were eating, he flicked on the TV so you guys can finally catch up on that show you’ve been meaning to finish

Though he had to go back to the studio in a couple of hours, he made sure to make those hours count

even if meant cuddling and laying in bed all day

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a / n ~ this was super cute to write about esp since it was just headcanons so it just felt like a cute lil drabble hehe. notes are super duper appreciated! if you wanna be in my taglist or become a labeled anon, drop a message in my inbox!! i also have a siren fanfic in the works you should definitely check out hereee

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pleasingsatellite · 1 year

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harryandy/n Harry and y/n arrived in Venice today for the Venice Film Festival, looks like y/n is going to be his plus one! We can't wait to see them on the red carpet.

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harryfan1 ugh he looks so rich are you kidding me???

y/nfan1 my favorite thing about them is they always look like they're going to two separate events

↳ harryfan2 you're so right, harry looks like he's on his way to some fashion event meanwhile y/n is holding ice cream looking like she's going to frolic

y/nfan2 ughhh need a y/n and Florence interaction so I can feed my delusion that one day they will be in a movie together

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yourinstagram I feel like I'm sending my over dressed toddler off to his first day at school. Happy Brit's day! I'll be cheering you on from my table in the audience with the endless supply of champagne 🫶🏻

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harryfan1 omg omg omg omg

harryfan2 he looks so good, the flower? the bare chest? the everything???? 😗

annetwist please remind him to drink water between his alcohol ❤️

↳ yourinstagram don't worry mama twist he's in safe hands

↳ harrystyles I told y/n and Gemma I'll have max 2 drinks.... or 5 if we win

jefezoff BEHAVE GARY

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y/nupdates y/n today at the Brit's reacting to Harry drunkingly confessing his love for her during his speech

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y/nfan1 stop she's so cute she was so embarrassed 🥺

y/nfan2 I just know the minute he was running to the stage she knew he'd say something to embarrass her

harryfan1 he loves her so much are you kidding me

y/nfan3 "and to y/n, everyday I look at you and wonder how I managed to land such a hot girlfriend. Everything I do, I do with you in mind. Everyone give it up for the prettiest girl in the room!" 😭🥹😭🥹

↳harryfan2 if any man said this about me I'd propose and jump his bones on SIGHT!!!!

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harryupdates y/n is in the audience tonight at LOT Japan! Harry waved at her when he came out and sent her kisses and told security to check on her!

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harryfan1 he's so cute and smiley tonight and now we know why

harryfan2 I need someone to love me as much as harry loves y/n fr fr

y/nfan1 omg I saw her at the show tonight she's so cute and was telling the people with her how jet lagged she is but didn't wanna miss the show so she had to drink a bunch of coffee before hand 😙

y/nfan2 my angel I love her I hope she stays in Japan with harry now that she's not filming anymore

harryfan3 someone threw a shirt at harry with a picture of him and y/n on the front and he said he's gonna wear it as soon as he gets off stage

↳ harryfan4 we're about to get a 1d gym shirt repeat again with this shirt I just know it

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pagesix I just can't keep my hands to myself! Singer Harry Styles and actress y/n were caught in a very public PDA session last night during a street party in Japan. The couple who have been together for 5 years were spotted by onlookers but clearly only had eyes for each other. Ugh, young love!

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harryfan1 heart stopped I've been standing in the same spot for hours 😫

y/nfan1 MY MOM AND DAD!!!

yourinstagram ...oops 🤭

↳harryfan2 girl that's all you gotta say!!! we know you don't regret it

↳yourinstagram not at all 😙

harryfan2 you know harry's in deep when the man who catches every camera doesn't catch the one recording his make out

↳yourinstagram it's more like the 6 highballs he drank 🫢

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harrydaily Harry out shopping with y/n and friends today in Japan! When fans mentioned the kiss harry and y/n just laughed and shook their heads

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harryfan1 that man regrets NOTHING

↳harryfan2 I mean would you lol

harryfan3 I'm so happy harry and y/n finally feel comfortable to be so open with their relationship

harryfan4 he looks so fine ugh that post pubic makeout glow

harryfan5 I know Jeffery was loosing his shit seeing those pics and harry and y/n were just like...it is what it is

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harrystyles I mean do you really blame me?

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....hello.... the longest long time no see wow. tbh I just have not felt like even opening the Tumblr app since like mid-january and eventually just deleted the app but finally felt a little bit rejuvenated tonight. I've been trying to reply limit just how much time I spend on social media and trying to read more and have been but also miss just being on here and posting (I'm not saying I'm back to regular posts but will try and post when I can)

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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can i please request one with cassian x reader birthday sex? it’s cassies bday and reader throws a party for him and when they’re alone she has a little surprise for him. She gives him a lapdance and he sits on the chair, manspreading, UGHHH HE IS SO HOT, and just enjoys the show👀👀🖤 he literally smirks and he tries to touch and she slaps away his hands

” no baby that’s for later, you just watch now ❤️”

then they have bday sex🤤

SAVE ME FROM THE CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAS ME IN🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I LOVE THIS REQUEST. But I don't think this will lessen the chokehold he has on you; it made the one he has on me worse. enjoyyy

Unraveling

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut below the cut, lap dance, wing play, light impact play, p in v sex, oral m!receiving, minors dni

also I made this lil artwork, which is what the "lingerie" we'll see in this story is inspired by

While Feyre insisted on hosting a party for Cassian’s birthday at the River House, your mate was never one to let the party end too soon. Quick to pull the “but it’s my birthday” card, Cassian dragged you and the rest of the inner circle to Rita’s for drinks and dancing.

You wore a short black chiffon dress that was low-cut and cinched with ribbons at the waist, showing off your figure as you twirled in the crowd. You had plans of your own for later in the night, and were determined to rile up your mate as much as possible before then.

You moved over to the bar to get a drink, bending so far over the counter your ass was barely covered. As you grabbed your drink, you turned over your shoulder to the booth where you could feel Cassian’s eyes on you and winked before slowly making your way over to where he was sitting, swaying your hips to the music as you moved.

Cassian pulled you into his lap and you giggled as he wrapped his large hands around your waist, resting his head in your neck as he inhaled your scent. You interlaced your fingers with his, guiding his hands away from your hips to rest on your thighs as you arched your back and rolled your hips against him. Cassian let out a soft groan, which you took as your opening to send a strong wave of your desire down the bond. You twisted in Cassian’s lap to better face him, feeling the evidence of his own desire as you did so, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I have more celebrations planned at home, my love.” You dragged his earlobe with your teeth to emphasize your point. Cassian snapped, quickly shouting a “good night” to the rest of your friends as he threw you over his shoulder and practically ran out the door. He wasted no time moving you into the bridal style position before he shot into the air to fly you home.

As soon as you landed on the balcony of your shared room, Cassian brought you inside and closed the door before lifting you up against it. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed you hungrily, rolling his hips into yours causing you to throw your head back. Cassian began littering your neck with kisses, alternating between soft and hard, leaving you panting for breath.

He lifted you up, turning around and throwing you on the bed. He moved to crawl over you, but before he could make his way on the bed, you lifted your leg, your high heel pressed against his chest preventing him from coming any closer. With a smirk, you shook your head at Cassian. “I have a present for you that I need to go wrap.”

Cassian looked like he might explode in that moment. With a raspy voice, he tried to keep his composure as he asked, “honey, you gave me several presents, and now I just want to enjoy you.” You simply gave him a soft smile as you pointed to the sitting area, “go sit over there in your chair, General. I promise to be back soon.” With that, you sauntered off to your dressing room, leaving Cassian frustrated and waiting.

In your dressing room, you pulled out the hidden box you had set aside for tonight and opened it. Inside was a pair of red satin and lace panties and a wide, matching satin ribbon. You donned the underwear and the ribbon around your chest, tying it off with a big bow in the front. You looked like a present ready for Cassian to unwrap. You grabbed Cassian’s symphonia with his favorite song on it and made your way back to the sitting room.

You pressed the orb so that it would begin to play music, and swaying your hips to the rhythm, moved into the room. You could see Cassian stop breathing for a moment, his eyes honing in on you in a predatory stare as he registered what was going on. You smirked at him and set the symphonia on the table and continued swaying to the music. You ran your hands over your chest, teasing your nipples through the ribbons and let out an exaggerated moan, drawing your hands up to run them through your hair before making eye contact with Cassian again.

He was enraptured by you, focusing with an intensity that indicated he was memorizing every part of you in this moment. You strode over to where Cassian was sitting in the chair, pushing his legs further apart as you squatted down just to roll your body along his, back up to a standing position. Looking down at him, you ran your hands across his chest to rest on his shoulders as you settled onto his lap. Cassian’s hands quickly moved to hold your hips, but you swatted them away. “I’m in charge right now, General,” you said as you began rotating your hips to the music against his evident hardness. You changed your movements to rock back and forth against him as you leaned forward, licking up the column of his throat before bending back down to leave a mark on his adam’s apple.

You could tell Cassian wouldn’t last much longer with your teasing, so you made one last move. Supporting your weight with your hands on his thighs, you swung your legs around so that you were still sitting on his lap, facing away from him. You arched your back, giving Cassian a perfect view of your cleavage spilling out from the ribbon as you moved one hand up to stroke the tip of his wing.

Cassian snapped at that moment, letting out a roar-like groan as he lifted you up and off of him. “I can’t wait any longer, love. Gods, you’re so sexy. Please, I need you now.” You turned around and cupped his face with your hands as you whispered, “then take me, Cassian.” He picked you up and carried you over to the bed. “Stay still. Just lay back for me, honey,” he said as he stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian crawled onto the bed and stopped, hovering above you. He grabbed your wrists in his hands, placing them together above your head. “Keep those there. I don’t need you getting in the way of me unwrapping my present,” he said with a smirk as he eyed the ribbon around your chest. He pulled on one of the strands, undoing the bow that held everything in place. He tugged at the remaining ribbons as you impatiently wiggled beneath his touch, and discarded the fabric to the side.

Cassian leaned down, sucking and licking one nipple as he twisted and pulled the other in his hand. You mewled beneath his touch, and Cassian chuckled as he moved his mouth over to the other nipple, repeating his actions. He kissed his way down your stomach until he reached your panties, ripping them off with his teeth with surprisingly little effort. You whimpered when the cold air of the room hit you, begging “Cassian, baby please I need you. Just take me how you want me.”

Cassian smirked. “Happy to oblige, my beautiful mate,” he said, flipping you over on your hands and knees and delivering a light smack to your ass. He thrust himself inside you without any warning, setting a brutal pace while you gripped the sheets, desperate for something to keep you tethered to this world. Cassian leaned forward, never letting up on his thrusts as he bit your shoulder and gave a soothing lick over the mark. He pushed your stomach down, causing your back to arch so that his thrusts were hitting you at an angle that had you seeing stars. “Cass, I’m close,” you tried to speak before you were cut off by your own moan.

Cassian took the opportunity to quicken his pace, fucking you harder and faster than you’d thought possible, before you hit your orgasm. Cassian held you up as your legs threatened to fall out from under you, and slowed his movements. You took the opportunity to push off of Cassian, leaving him confused for a moment before you flipped him on his back.

“This is your birthday, remember?” you said with a smile as you moved down his torso, lips aligned with his cock. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you began your work of what you were sure would be a long night.

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yeondollie · 2 months

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ᴍʏ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ౨ৎ ᯓ★

beomgyu x fem! reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, heartbreak, based on the film '20th century girl', usage of the nicknames (my love, baby, my pretty girl), very very tropey, beomgyu does NOT die like the film, not a good ending, mentions of sunghoon from enhypen and chaewon from le sserafim, just so so sad :( my heart hurts ♡

. . words ; 1.4k

a/n ; hi bbys !! i just rewatched 20th century girl and i was BAWLING :< i kept thinking of beomgyu with the "i will wait for you" trope ughhh so so sad :(( anyways enjoy ml ౨ৎ

. . part two ౨ৎ

"will you wait for me? can do you that for me my pretty girl?" beomgyus holding you close to him, your tears falling on his sweatshirt. he was leaving, to you it was for forever but it was just to study abroad in paris for a year.

"please dont cry, i'll be back for you. i promise you, pinky promise me?" he stuck out his pinky finger, waiting for your to intertwine with him. hot tears ran down your face as you pulled away from his chest and tied your pinky with his. "y-you really p-promise beomgyu?"

"yes angel," his head rested on yours. "you'll be back in my arms again in no time, okay?" he tried to push out a smile.

this one stung.

you nodded silently, your voice was too strained to answer him back. the final call to get on that stupid train was announced. he pulled away, cupping your face in his warm hands. "see you my love, i love you more than anything." and before you could answer back he was on that train, waving goodbye to you.

your tears were falling so hard, it was getting difficult to breathe. you waved goodbye back, seeing that dumb train door close allowing it to take off. as soon as that door closed, beomgyu broke out in tears trying to cover his sounds as to not disturb his other passengers. "f-fuck.." he mumbled feeling his own tears drop to his sweatshirt, paired with the stains of yours.

it had been a year. a year without beomgyu, a year with no contact. you tried texting him, nothing went through. you tried calling him, nothing went through. you even tried email, nothing absolutely radio silence. wasn't he supposed to come back already? why? why weren't you in his arms again like he promised?

you grabbed your pillow, screaming and letting out all your emotions. how stupid were you to think he would actually stay in contact? "you stupid.. stupid boy." your words were muffled in your pillow yet you didn't feel anger, only sadness and only tears of pain could come out of your eyes.

all your friend told you to move on, even setting you up with a guy. 'park sunghoon' was his name and yes he was handsome but.. every touch, you just thought of beomgyu. you thought of the way he would play with your hair, the way he would hold you in his arms, the way he would look into your eyes.

maybe sunghoon was good for you, maybe he would provide you the comfort you were truly needing but beomgyu was the only man on your mind. you couldn't bare the thought of being held by a man other than beomgyu.

the days he would fix your skirt when it was too high, when he would wipe the extra lipgloss on your lips, the way he would speak to you so softly. it was all too much, you missed him so much it hurt your heart.

yet today was the day you were to hang out with sunghoon, maybe try something new. you two were going to a local festival to watch some fireworks, maybe get a bit to eat. maybe this was the turn around for you, to see if sunghoon could help you out of your helpless state.

you were all prettied up. hair up in a bow, dress on, and some pretty sneakers your friend had gifted you. sunghoon, standing in front of you, had your favorite flowers in his hands and a pretty smile on his face. he looked so starstruck to see you like this. "i-i.. you look so pretty.. these are for you! i-i know you.. i mean i remembered you told me you liked them.. so i-i got them."

you took the flower sin your hands and smiled, maybe this was gonna turn around. "you're so sweet. thank you hoon." you give him and big hug, feeling that love surround you like it once did a year ago. "the place isn't super far away so i'd thought we could walk."

the walk was fun, he was a big question asker and luckily for him you were a big talker. he liked it, he liked to listen and to ask. until the two of you arrived, you just talked his ears off.

you were really starting to feel your mood switch. maybe he was bringing out a better you, a you that could actually love again.

when you two got there, to your surprise, he had already set up some blankets and some snacks. "hoon.. y-you didn't need to do this." you chuckle and you could feel his shaky hand wrap around your waist. "i-i know but.. you know you're really special to me" you could almost feel the tears start to dwell in your eyes.

sunghoon sat beside you on the blanket he had set, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "you see that star? it shines really bright huh? its really pretty.. like you." sunghoon adds, prompting you to lay your head on his shoulder. "s-stop.." you giggle. he ruffles your hair a bit and laughs himself. "hey! its true.." he adds.

after a while of snacking and laughing with sunghoon you had to use the restroom to freshen up. "hoon i'll be back, stay here okay?" he nods and you turn around, trying to find directions to the bathroom.

you spot a man drinking something and prompted that he looked nice enough, maybe he would have some directions. "hey excuse me, do yo-" you couldn't mutter another word as he turned around.

choi beomgyu?

to make matters worse, there was a girl around his arm. is this why he hasn't been taking to you? as much as you wanted to explode on him, you just wanted to get back to sunghoon to not have him worry. "d-do.. you know where t-the restrooms are?" you ask, your voice clearly shaky.

"r-right.. over there," he gulps and you turn around to leave. "but wait!" his shoulder forces you to face him once again. "_____?" his voice just sends tears to rush down your face immediately.

"s-stop dont.. dont cry." his hands were now on your shoulders. he knew he messed up. truth is, he could message you. you were just blocked. he could call you, he had just blocked you. he read your emails, he just didn't respond. why? he had met a women, chaewon, back in paris where he had been studying and forgot all about his promise to you.

"d-dont touch me." you brush him off and turn back around to walk towards the bathroom. he's taken aback from your words, dont touch you? but thats all he wanted to do at the moment, all we wanted was to have your love again.

"baby plea-" he was cut off from your harsh words. "dont you dare call me that."

he could tell how much pain he had put you through and god he felt horrible but no, you couldn't forgive him. not in a million years. for a whole year you had thought something happened to him, his phone got lost, his number had changed. all these delusion lies to shun you from the truth.

"you didn't keep your promise." you say, voice low. he cupped your face like he did on that fateful day but his look, his look changed. he didn't look at you with love in his eyes, he looked at you with this guilty look. he knew he had messed up.

you pulled away from him, unable to stomach the fact he was cheating on you while here you were; thinking he was in danger. "are you.. here with somebody?" he gulps as he asked this, god he hoped the answer was no.

"yea." he could feel the liquid rising in his throat, he was sick. "really? y-you.. you're here with somebody?" you nod, not wanting anything else to do with this conversation.

"i really h-have to go, h-he's waiting for me." you look anywhere but beomgyus eyes and turn away to leave once more but he insists. "_____ can i tell you something?" you nod your head, still avoiding eye contact while he bends down to whisper something in your ear.

"i still love you, please dont do this."

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aliorsboxostuff · 10 months

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bob Floyd x male reader who is quiet and intimidating, only to silently become a guard dog to him

idk I haven't slept, hope this makes sense

OOOOOH THIS TURNED OUT SO NICE TBH I love grumpy x sunshine sm :(( it's such a cute trope uGHHH and writing this was such a trip lmao I loved how it turned out tbh thanks so much for the idea!! so I hope you all do too!

Note: Reader is regarded as Panther for his callsign. The fic is in a 3rd POV.

Stone-Cold

Tags: Robert Floyd/Male Reader, Bob x Male-aviator!Reader, sunshine x grumpy!!, Robert Floyd, Natasha Trace, Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin, Halo, Fritz, Yale, Rest of the Dagger Squad, Maverick, Iceman, Penny, Meet-cute, First meeting, Fluff, Implied smut, kissing, making out, getting together, separation, slight angst, time skips, NOT TOO MUCH THO!, No use of Y/N, slight OOC, Background Icemav, Background Sereshaw, Background relationships, i don't know shit about fighter pilots, only did small research lmao

Bob met Panther, a dark-eyed individual who never even glanced in his direction. But that soon changes when he finally gains his friendship and the two hit it off, flying through a healthy relationship, a falling out, and a reunion.

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The first time Bob met Panther was in basics. Panther stood a foot taller than him, with dark eyes that were only focused on the board whenever they were in class. Due to his height, Panther was situated in the back, just two rows behind where Bob usually sits. A suffocating dark air seems to always follow the man, making his classmates, including Bob, avoid him most of the time. It doesn't help that the man barely talks, it's a miracle they even knew his Callsign.

They say he got it after someone from his old crew saw him in the middle of the night, outside of the building, with glowing golden eyes. Paired with his big build, Bob hopes the Callsign story is nothing but a rumor of some drunken crew that stumbled his way and saw Panther that night.

It was a usual Wednesday. His class has departed to spend their lunchtime while Bob makes his way to the cafeteria, reviewing the lesson plan inside his head. While he was too engrossed in his little ramblings, he hadn't realized he bumped into someone waiting in the line in front of him. Bob immediately stops and rubs his nose which took the burn of the bump.

“Sorry!” He quickly musters, realizing he had to incline his head in order to meet the person's eyes, and much to his surprise, it was Panther. The man raised a brow and fixed Bob with a stare that made the shorter pilot gulp. Suddenly, Panther shrugs and turns back around, as if to brush off an insignificant bug. Now that is a treatment Bob is familiar with, so he’s back to looking down into his binder while waiting for his turn.

After obtaining his lunch, he looks around for his usual table, on the far end of the large room. He smiles to himself as he spots it vacant and makes his way to his place. As he sets his tray down, a similar noise follows. Bob raises his head to find Panther, he was the one placing his tray in front of Bob. His eyes widen, panic settling in before he hears the tall man in front of him speak. “Is… this seat taken?”

To hear Panther's voice was a rarity, the man only spoke in class if their instructor specifically asked him to answer. He sounded… Timid—Far from what Bob’s expectation was. The brunette stumbles on his words, finding his voice to answer the man in front of him.

“N-no, go ahead,” Bob manages a welcoming smile, well, he hopes it was welcoming. Panther nods, and takes his seat and so does Bob. He puts aside his binders and readjusts his glasses, a nervous habit. He finds himself looking at his tray of food, then back to his books, then to the blank table. Bob doesn't know what to do with his hands. Awkwardness surrounds both of them.

“I see you took notes of today's class,” Panther was the one who broke it.

Bob perks, before he sheepishly nods. “Yeah its, uh- good for review,”

“Do you think… You can explain some stuff to me? I didn't really catch today's lesson…” The taller man looks to his side, then scratches the back of his neck. Behind his glasses, Bob’s eyes lit up, before he smiled and nodded, his hands already on their way to open one of his many binders.

That was the start of Bob's and Panther's friendship. He admits, he never had the best experience with his peers. Most of the time he’s left alone or is only noticed whenever they have a question, no one ever truly became close with Bob. No one’s ever picked on him, that would be childish, but then again—If you pile some humans filled with testosterone in one shower room, there's bound to be some name-calling or stink eyes. Bob has had his fair share of it, never taken it to heart, even if some days it hurts more than it looks.

But ever since Panther spends his lunch with Bob, the other guys have chosen to leave him alone, even in the shower rooms. No one ever laughed behind his back again, those whispers whenever he was in class or passing by has also disappeared. Panther has spent the better half of his day sticking to Bob, being by his side, going where Bob is going, and only separates when they have different schedules or if he was waiting for his own turn in the rec room while Bob is in training.

It’s been a couple of months since their initial meeting now. Bob and Panther are well into their flight training program, and are currently leading in their class grade. Two of the best in their class, with Bob having a couple of scores above Panther.

The clock barely touched 8 PM. Panther was lounging about in Bob’s room, with his roommate being somewhere in the city, no doubt getting drunk between girls, Panther was free to roam in his best friend's room. Bob is currently on his bed, reading something from a textbook while Panther was doing nothing in particular on the floor, his long limbs strewn about. The only thing illuminating the room is the stripes of moonlight and the dim light of Bob's bedside lamp.

“Hey Bob,” Panther calls from the floor. Bob hums. “Ever thought of getting into Top Gun?”

Bob tilts his head slightly. He closes the textbook, putting his glasses aside before leaning on the edge of his mattress. “Maybe. Why?”

“Nah, just thought if you wanted to, you could,” Panther grins up to a confused Bob.

“What's that supposed to mean?” The brunette smiles, strands of his fringe falling into his eyes.

“You’re smart. Smarter than all of us in class, not to mention you’re a half-decent pilot,” Bob chuckles at that, now fully leaning down to meet his friend's eyes. Panther smiles up at him. “I think you’d make it into Top Gun.”

While Bob doesn't have his glasses on, Panther's smile is just as warm, feeling it seeping into his skin. “You smile more around me,”

Panther’s smile faltered slightly, before he suddenly sat up, supported by his arms behind him, and then they were inches apart. Bob’s eyes widen, finding how close his friend is sitting, he can practically breathe him in. The brunette blinks, swallowing a lump. “That day, the first time we talked, why did you choose to sit with me?”

Panther’s lips are parted slightly. “I just… I knew you weren't as shit as the others,”

Bob huffs a laugh and Panther mimics it. “Really?”

“Yeah, plus…” Panther leans closer, his voice drops into a whisper. “You were the only one worth talking to,”

It happened so slowly. Bob closes his eyes before he feels the man's lips on his, trusting himself wholly to Panther. He feels himself being pushed, his hands scrambling to wrap around Panther's shoulders before he pushes Bob onto the bed and he climbs in himself, lips never parting. He presses and presses, until Bob's lips part and he feels Panther's tongue slips in, which makes Bob groan between their breath and pants. Bob finds himself laid beneath Panther, feeling his friend's hair between his fingers, the solid weight on top of him calms his pestering anxiety. He’s shared a kiss or two, and dated some girls and one boy, but has never gone as far as making out. But despite it all, Panther's mere existence on top of him, caging him in, soothes his worries, and is willing to follow Panther into the long night.

He’s lucky his roommate came back late because he had to kiss Panther goodbye as he sneaked back into his room, not before he heard the man groan from outside his doors; something about his roommate asking questions about last night, which made Bob laugh.

Before Panther left, they had woken up in each other's arms, Bob had the best sleep he’s had in years. Panther was playing with Bob’s curly morning hair, before the more petite man groans and reaches numbly for his glasses, at which Panther laughs and hands it to him. Once he situated his glasses, he finds himself looking at the man on top of him, a soft smile between those addicted lips. “Morning,” He said.

“Mornin’” Bob drawls, turning to face Panther. He smiles, before pressing a kiss to Bob's temple, which Bob closes his eyes upon feeling it. Instead of pulling back, Panther stays there.

“I hope this isn't a one-time thing,” He mumbles into Bob's curls. The brunette blinks, before he pulls back to meet Panther's eyes.

“It isn't.” So serious, so sure of his words. Bob was famous for his hesitation, for his timidness in front of his peers, but this. This, he’s confident about.

Pather’s blank stare breaks into a smile, before he dives back in and smothers Bob with kisses, pulling him right back into his arms, and they spend the rest of the dawn just like that.

—

Bob graduated on top of his class. Pather follows just behind him, but despite it, they’re both worthy of their wings of gold.

After their graduation ceremony, after the pictures and congratulations from instructors and family members, and awkwardly meeting Bob’s cheerful parents and myriads of siblings, after meeting Panther's own family, the two finally manage to sneak away. Panther pulls Bob into the back of his Land Rover, the shorter male giggling as his boyfriend smothers him in kisses.

“I’m so proud of you,” Panther smiles, pulling back from his grinning boyfriend. Bob's glasses are askew, a wide smile on his lips. He can feel himself blushing, the steady heat spreading through his cheeks, which makes Panther lean back in to kiss him again.

They both ended up in the back seat of Panthers Rover, entwined with each other, breathing in lungfuls, a smile on both of their lips. Bob leans to bury himself deeper into Panther's chest, feeling the warm skin beneath his fingertips. Panther hums, his arm pulling Bob closer. His other hand examines the small wing, it reflects the night's shine.

“What now?” Panther sighs, pocketing the golden wings then turns to his boyfriend. Bob's brown eyes shine with the moonlight.

“I don't know,” The brunette looks out of the car’s window. “Get assigned a squadron,”

It would be the next step in their career. Panther has learned that Bob would be aiming to get into Top Gun, and he would be following Bob if he could, always one step behind him.

Panther turns to face Bob, the aviator picking at his finger. He slowly entwines his fingers with Bob’s, making him glance up to meet Panther's eyes. The taller male softly smiles, moving a stray hair from Bob's eyes. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow,”

—

Two weeks after their Uranium mission, the crew has decided to hang out in the Hard Deck before some of them get shipped out into another deployment. Rooster was busy with Hangman, the two have been getting along ever since Hangman saved Rooster and Mav’s lives. They hung at one of the back tables of the Hard Deck, a bottle of beer in each other's hand. They’re standing awfully close, which makes Phoenix raise a brow.

“Let’s hope they don't break each other's heart again,” Bob snickers, picking at his cashews.

“You don't want to take care of Roo?”

“God no, you're lucky you weren't there for the first time,” Phoenix’s face scrunches in disgust, which makes Bob laugh. The WSO has been sticking with his pilot for most of their leisure time, mostly because he didn't know where else to go. Bob supposed he’ll follow where his next mission took him, or hope Cyclone is merciful and put him and Phoenix on the same crew.

Coyote and Payback are playing pool, along with the others, sometimes cheering one of them on or laughing at a joke or quip the group would say. Maverick said he couldn't join the crew, something about spending his day with Iceman, which they all completely understood and cheered in their group chat. It's a particularly slow day for the Hard Deck, not a lot of patrons on this sunny Wednesday. Penny was conversing with another patron, and overall calming noon washing over Fightertown.

The doors of Hard Deck chimes open. Bob and Phoenix are engrossed in their conversation, and despite standing on the other side of the bar, they did not recognize the customer that came in. A tall man on his peripherals is the only thing Bob notices before Phee makes him laugh and he’s back to ducking.

“Hey there, I'm looking for a Bob Floyd?”

The familiar voice almost gave Bob whiplash as he turned his head. And he thought he'd lost him��

“Panther?”

The man in question walks past the bar and finds the familiar and comforting blue of Bob’s eyes. The pilot stands from his stool, taking shaky steps toward Panther.

The last Bob ever heard of Panther was years ago, before his first deployment as they were assigned their own squadron. Bob was devastated that he wouldn't be getting the same squadron as Panther did, but with reassuring parting words, Panther promised the younger pilot that they’d meet again, one way or another. Since then, Bob has been moving from one deployment to another, meeting new people and squadrons, and experiencing different pain and happiness in his life. He got into the Top Gun program, and he met his current friends. He met Phoenix, Rooster, Fanboy and the others, but despite it all he had hoped to somehow see Panther again.

He never considered the man to find him.

“Hey,” Panther's smile is just as blinding as he remembers it. He gives Bob a once over, spotting the outfit Bob is wearing, before he chuckles. “Never changed, huh?”

Bob follows his laugh, finding the courage to reach out to hold Panther's wrist, which makes a steady blush rise to his cheeks. Panthers laugh stutters before he clears his throat and scratches at the back of his neck.

“And you never changed too,” Panther's eyes widen a bit, before he breaks into a smile, which makes Bob grin. He brings himself to stand closer to Panther, having to crane his neck to meet the man's eyes.

“How did…” Bob's question falters, but luckily still understood Panther.

“I found you? Well, word travels fast when you are on the same mission as Captain Maverick,” Panther smirks. Bob laughs, realizing the recent fame the crew got ever since they spent their time with Mav. If you were taught by the legendary Maverick and were on a successful mission alongside him, the story definitely travels fast.

Though, Bob's brow furrows again. “But how did you know I was here?”

“I have my sources,” Panther shrugs, making Bob pat his arm. He's still supporting those muscles that made Bob’s head spin. Bob blinks, trying to hide away his blush by suddenly pulling Panther into a hug, which makes the man laugh and wrap his arms around the shorter pilot. Panther shakes from the laughter as he rests his chin on Bob's head. Bob melts at the sound of the familiar heartbeat, the warmth Panther exudes.

The two move apart when they suddenly hear the sound of clapping, only to find Hangman walking towards them. “Is that the Panther I see?”

Bob tilts his head, before he feels himself being shifted to stand beside the taller man. “Hangman,”

His jaw slackens. He has never seen Panther revert back to the stone-cold gaze he once wore back in basics, not even when Bob made a mistake that Panther rightfully got angry about. Yet, right now, he has that exact face while facing Hangman.

“I never thought I’d see the day when you're back in Fightertown,”

“Never thought I'd see your douchey-ass here again,” Panther retorts. He stands much taller than Jake, though he still has his bite despite the height difference, seemingly unbothered. Jake leans over to look behind Panther's broad shoulders, finding a confused Bob.

“You knew him?” Jake smirks.

“We were in basics together,” Bob nods, his hand slowly reaching for Panther's arm, patting it softly. “He’s my friend,”

Panther takes a breath, before sighing and moving aside, turning towards Bob with a frown. “Sorry, my bad,”

“It’s alright, I'm fine, Panther,” Bob smiles, pushing stray strands behind Panther's ear affectionately.

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the crew, including Jake, is currently looking at the two with wide eyes and jaws on the floor. Bob wasn't particularly open to touch, in fact—The only people that ever hugged him were the selected few in the Dagger Squad. Phoenix was normally seen with him, and even then she kept her distance with the backseater. And to the extent of Hangman's knowledge, the Panther he knew back in his Fighter Squadron days was a reserved and quiet guy, mostly intimidating with his height and build, but usually kept it to himself. To see the usually scary man being so touchy with a usually not touchy-feely guy is, to say the least, odd.

The two spent the rest of the day catching up. Bob has learned that Panther took a different route than aiming for Top Gun, and instead got deployed at some places to teach classes, the main reason why he hasn't been able to visit Fightertown. He also learned the second that he got a whiff of information that a squadron, led by Maverick, has done a successful mission and is still in Miramar, Panther booked the first flight to San Diego. He wasn't expecting to find Bob, he was hoping.

Panther ended up listening to everything his friend dumped on him. He knows Bob doesn't easily talk, only in short replies, so he’s happy to find him still so accepting to share his life with Panther. He learns about the Dagger Squad, how he's apparently close with Maverick now, and his experience throughout the death-defying mission. Panther, regardless of it all, was glad he had Bob in one piece instead of being invited to the aviator's honorable funeral. He’s proud to hear Bob making new friends, meeting new people, and is especially interested in meeting Phoenix.

“Oh wait, let me use the toilet, be back in a bit,” Panther places his Whiskey down, patting Bob's back as he heads to the toilets.

Phoenix immediately corners her WSO, sliding up next to him. She stares him down, bewildering Bob. “Who’s that guy and what's his deal?”

Bob takes a second to blink. “Im- Panthers my friend,”

“He seems more than a friend, Bob,” He knew he was safe with Phoenix. He knew he was safe with everyone, because they aren't like the old folks who glare at any two guys standing too close for comfort. Hell, they have Rooster and Hangman who are currently dancing around each other. But for Bob to tell Pheonix his ‘once boyfriend’ was a bit challenging for him. But he trusts her, and she worries for him.

“He’s my… Old Boyfriend? We never broke up, but-”

“He left you?”

“No! Phee please,” Bob sighs, readjusting his glasses. “ We got different squadrons and went our separate ways, honestly, it's a miracle he ever found me,”

The aviator looks down at his glass, the water reflecting his longing gaze. Bob smiles. “I never stopped loving him,”

Phoenix leans back, away from her backseater. Her eyes find the deep pools of Bob’s blues, having known him well enough to see past his usual awkward demeanor. The pilot huffs, before she looks past Bob and then stands. “I’m sure he feels the same,”

She passes Bob then, not before patting his shoulder, then walking away. Panther passes by the pilot, the shorter lady giving him a knowing look which makes Panther's brows crease, but he takes his seat again, already turning to face Bob.

“That’s Phoenix?”

“Heh, yeah,” Bob answers into his glass as he sips. Panthers swivel back around, finding Phoenix next to Hangman and an unknown man who supports a great porn stache. Panther manages a small smile, to which Phoenix responds with a nod.

“I like her,” Bob laughs.

—

It was well over closing hour when Penny finally pushed the crew out of the Hard Deck door, saying something about reporting them to Maverick if she had to, which made all of the squad rush out and into San Diego’s cool evening.

Some piled into Fitz’s car, Halo went with Phoenix on her bike, Hangman is already in Roosters Bronco, which left Bob alone with Panther. The two stay on the bar's porch, watching their friends stumble into their respectful vehicle. Bob spotted the guys fighting over who drives Fitz’s car even though the only sober one was Yale at that point, which made him laugh. Halo was already clinging to a sober Phoenix, clearly babbling about something.

Throughout the night, Panther has gotten into conversations with the squad. Hangman even offered him a match at pool, which he demolished, leaving Jake to wallow his way to Rooster, so he learned the name of the pilot with the sick stache. Panther felt welcomed amongst them, their sense of family palpable. He finds himself smiling most of the time, which freaked Jake out. And it seems they're on a first-name basis now, which Bob greatly appreciates.

They watch as their friends pull out of the parking lot, some blasting music, others oddly calm which bothered Bob. He hopes Rooster won't actually break Jake.

After the dust has settled and their rear lights are far off into the distance, Bob releases a sigh, smiling to himself.

“So, Bob,” Panther turns to him, making Bob tilt his head to match. “I have my Range Rover,”

“Still the same old?”

“The one my aunt gifted me, yeah,” Panther laughs, which makes Bob grins. He suddenly grew quiet, looking down into Miramar’s sand instead of meeting Bob. The shorter man furrows his brow, something churns in his gut. Before Panther opens his mouth, Bob beats him to it.

“I don't-” Bob takes a breath. “...What are we?”

At that, Panther smiles easily. He reaches for Bob's hand, holding them, drawing small circles on the back of the pilot's hands. “I’m your boyfriend, if you’ll take me,”

Then he brings Bob’s chin close, pressing his lips against him, and it’s back to basics. Back to the old dorms where Bob felt a surge of euphoria. Where he could finally let his walls be undone by the man he trusted the most. He’s missed this. Missed the easy slide of their lips, the comforting scent of Panther, the way his hand slots between the man's broad chest, how Panther pulls him closer by his hips and suddenly he’s weightless. Bob smiles into their kiss, happy to finally regain his spot between Panther's arms.

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starfxkr · 3 months

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hooking up with s1 rafe and he’s so cocky, so sure he’ll have you crying and begging for him only for him to be doing the begging and crying 🤭🤭

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there was nothing more satisfying than seeing big bad rafe cameron shaking underneath you. here he was, tied to your bed frame by a pair of ballet tights; crying and begging you to let him cum.

“shit baby im sorry, i wont do it again just let me cum.” rafes face and chest were splotched red in exertion, his eyes rolling back when you began to focus your attention on his sensitive tip— he was leaking so much precum you barely had to reach for more lube. “i-it was fucked up to tell topper and kelce i was gonna dig you out on the couch, i wont do it again.” obviously he had to in this position for a reason, you had overheard his crude conversation with his friends at a party. rafe had been chasing your skirt for a while, always telling you youre the “sweetest thing hes ever seen.”

you guess thats why he felt confident in telling his friends he’d have you on your back by the end of the night.

“noo rafey, you were being a bad boy, its not right to objectify women like that!’” his dick pulses and you let him go right before he releases, pitiful ropes of cum from his ruined orgasm dripping down his shaft— the wet smack of his dick against his stomach has you squeezing your thighs together for some relief, “and i dont really think youre sorry…i think you just wanna cum-“ hes frantic when he cuts you off, saying he really really means it and he’ll be a good boy for you— truly and honestly.

you bring your hand to his heavy sack, massaging his balls as you pretend to mull it over. “you do look pretty pitiful right now…and im pretty sure youll burst at any moment,” you giggle and run your finger under his sensitive head, making his thighs shake. “okay rafey, ill let you cum.”

“thankyouthankyouthankyo- ughhh”, a shout leaves his mouth when you finally sink down him, even you have to take a pause because of the stretch his grith gives you. soon enough youre slamming your hips down on him— both of you this wont take long. hes practically incoherent as you coo at him—eyes rolled back, mouth gaping, hes so fucked out he cant even make a sound other than a pitiful whine in the back of his throat.

you smooth a hand over his forhead, leaning down to press a kiss to his spit-slicked mouth, “you were such a good boy rafe, go ahead you can cum.” and god does he, his whole body trembles with it. thick ropes of cum paint the inside of your gummy walls, so much so that it leaks out and drips down to his balls and thighs. its like it goes on forever before he finally gasps— sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

“breathe baby boy, breathe. there you go.” you let him stay inside until he stops trembling before finally lifting off, his cum dripping out of you and on to his sheets.

“bet you never felt nothin like that before huh cameron?”

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Hopelessly P3

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

Warning: Blood/ screaming

Requested:

YESSSS FICTION WHICH! U SLAYYYY BUT PART 3 PRETTY PLEASE! Part 3 pleaseee🥹 Part 3 pleaaassseeeee Part 3 please

Part One:

Part Two:

"I don't know..." I blushed "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure" he smirked "So? you want your doctor to make you feel better?"

"Yes" I gasped

"Okay" He nods kissing me softly he stroked my cheek his hand running down my neck softly stroking my skin running his hand across the soft lace of my nightie before his hand continued to slip down, he clearly meant to skip over my breasts but couldn't stop his hand taking a firm gasp "Fuck-" he groans "I know where it hurts but you mind I... give these a little attention first?" He smirked stroking my nightie "Before my hands get messy and all?"

"Okay just be careful they've tender" I blushed

"Tender" he chuckled moving to slip his fingers under my nightie for a moment only stroking my skin softly barely touching me at all "That's because of your hormones" he chuckled "The change in hormones from your body planning for a baby and suddenly not planning for a baby can make you a little sore. Especially as they... perk up a little if you were pregnant you'd be starting to swell ready to produce milk" he whispered between kisses

And I couldn't stop giggling

"What?"

"You don't have to talk medical to me Jack, unless you want to"

"I don't?"

"No"

"Oh thank god - that was about to get really awkward"

"I could tell" I giggled

"Have they... swollen a little or is this normal?" He asked his hand now stroking my breasts a little firmer his fingers tightening and his thumb rubbing my skin tenderly

"Uhh a little perkier but not much"

"Ummm good, because there perfectly sized for my hands" he smirked slipping his other hand under my nightie so he could hold them both "ohh yeah... ohh these are perfect" he smirked for a moment shutting his eyes his mouth hung open as he squeezed my breasts gently and slowly, losing himself in his own world. Slowly he got a little firmer with his squeezing seeming to move his hands to fondle my breasts which in turn caused my nipples to harden from the friction of his palm and off graces of his fingers

"Enjoying yourself Jack?" I figured

"Mhm." He nods "ummmm." He groans "You enjoying yourself too?" He smirked with a smile as he ran his fingers across my half-hard nipples "Or just cold?"

"Enjoying" I blushed

"You are so cute" he cooed giving me a small kiss "You want me to?" He asked rubbing them a little and I nodded so he began to gently pay more attention to my nipples he trapped one between the top of his thumb and index finger giving it a firm tug which caused it to get completely hard, so he smirked and began to gently noce his fingers causing them to almost roll the nipple between them which made me feel all bubbly inside, like pressure was building between my legs and i slightly squirmed "ohh you like that?" he smirked kissing my jaw as his other hand started to do the same keeping them at the same speed

"Uhh Jack!" I whined

"Ughhh- don't do that," he said moving his hands away a little

"What?" I asked

"Ummm you can't moan my name like that y/n, uhh you're making me hard" he gasped pushing him against me and rubbing himself a little so I could feel his hardening shaft through his trousers "ummm can I... kiss them?"

"What?" I blushed not even my sick fantasies had thought about that

"Can I kiss your perky breasts? I'll be slow I promise" he cooed so I blushed and nodded "humm good girl Nursey" he smirked looping his fingers in my nightie ties unlacing them quickly and pulling them down to expose me to him I blushed a little seeing the look of desire as he looked at me he didn't say a word he simply kissed down my neck and chest one hand took my bare breast squeezing and fondling as his fingers plaid with my nipple, he kissed the other puckering kisses across the soft skin "I Wanna mark you" he whispered

"Jack!" I gasped in surprise

"Just a little one" he playfully pleaded

"A little one, and my dress needs to cover it"

"Alright" he wickedly smiled purposely picking a spot he knew would be above my dress line softly biting my skin sucking to leave a deep-coloured hickey "There," he cooed moving slightly to kiss my nipple the cold of the air soothed by his warm lips, he gave my nipple a few kisses often glancing at my eyes to try and see how I reacted, he smirked and flicked his tongue over me circling it over and over which was enough to make me squeal and he chuckled low amused at my pleasure he gave my nipple a final kiss before he wrapped his lips around it completely and began to suck rubbing his tongue on the very tip

"Uhh Jack!" I gasped

"Humm you like that?" He smirked moving away "Well I best make it fair then" he smirked moving to my other breast and repeating the same steps until I was forced to gasp, he pulled back and softly kissed my lips again his tongue battling with mine in our lustful make out as his hand slipped down my chest down my stomach and I grabbed it before he could go lower "what's wrong?" He whispered hushedly

"Jack... be gentle with me." I pleaded "it's the first time somewhere else has touched me and given the time"

"Don't you worry I'll be nice and gentle" he smiled moving his hand down to stroke my mound and I gasped "I barely touched you?" He chuckled

"Your fingers are cold" I whined

"Ohh, sorry y/n" he laughed warming his hand a little before he moved it back down "Okay, now let me have a good feel so I know what I'm doing" he smirked moving his hand to stroke my labia then moving inside circling my entrance "umm I know that" he smirked moving higher almost as of he was examining me until he met my clit "ahhh there it is, how do you like a little higher, a little lower, a little bit to the side?" He asked moving how his fingertip rubbed on my clit

"Uhh higher" I gasped

"Higher? Ohh you like right on the tip" he cooed rubbing the very top tip of my clit which I quickly nodded "ohh okay okay" he chuckled "That's how my nursery likes it" he smirked kissing my neck nibbling my skin as he slowly and softly rubbed my clit just back and forth but it was enough to make me utterly gush at the feeling if jack's quick nibble surgeons fingers on me "now, clockwise, anticlockwise?" He asked, testing which I wanted him to rub

"Anti! Please, Jack!" I gasped

"Aww, it's okay, relax. I'll be as slow as you want me to be. We can be here all night if we need to" he whispered

"More. Please" I begged pulling his lips to mine, he happily kissed back and began to rub anticlockwise on the tip of my clit with two of his fingers

"That good? Is that nice? Is it helping my poor Nursey's tummy?"

"Very much"

"Humm I can feel how wet you're getting" he smirked

"I'm sorry -"

"No need to be sorry y/n. It's all lovely and... natural" he smirked "Don't worry if you want to get wet then do so, don't hold it back that'll make your cramps worse."

"But I uhh I uhh-"

"What?"

"Sometimes I-"

"Ohhh" his smirk grew wider "ohhh yeah? You squirt do you?" He asked and I nodded "ummmmm that was a bad thing to tell me y/n. Now I'm gonna have to make you" he smirked replacing his fingers with his thumb and rubbing as he was tenderly he stroked around the entrance before his finger drove in

"Ohhhh Jack!" I gasped Arching my back a little off the bed

"This the first thing other than your own fingers ever to be inside you?" He whispered and I nodded "Umm then I take great pride to be the first" he smirked moving his finger from tip to knuckle over and over slowly but enough to make me breathless for him "This distracting? From the cramps?"

"Yes. More please Jack" I begged

"More? Ohhh no problem" he smirked slipping another finger and I grabbed his arm hard rolling my head back as his hand worked for what felt like hours of mind-flooding joy not enough to reach a high but like it only built more and more

"Aren't your fingers getting tried?' I asked slightly worried in case this would stop

"No" he shook his head "my fingers. Are absolutely fine y/n" he smirked

"They feel so nice"

"My fingers? Humm just you waiting then" he smirked kissing down my neck and kissing my nipple again before he began to suck on it again flicking his tongue as his fingers worked

"Ohhhh my- ughhhh jack! Uuuughhhhh uughh! Jack please!" I begged

"It's okay, it's okay, you want more?"

"Yes! Yes! Please!"

He smirked and sped up his fingers finger fucking me now at a rapid pace rubbing in my clit without even an ounce of mercy while his other hand rubbed my breasts and nipple I knew I was close screaming for him as I grabbed his neck pulling him to kiss me so I wouldn't squeal the whole hospital down as my wall hit pleasure flooding over me and I did even up squirting on the bed a little he pulled back with a proud smile rubbing his nose on mine as he slowed his hand "I'll keep going as long as you want, let me know when its all riden out"

"It's okay" I smiled moving his hand away

"You sure?" He asks and I nod "Good, that made my nursey feel better?"

"Much better"

"Glad I could be of assistance" he smiled kissing my nose as he took his hand away and I panicked

Christ! He looked like he had just finished surgery "I'm so sorry, and I've made a mess and -" I began given how red the bed was

"Y/n. It's fine. It's just blood. That's what we have sheets for" he reassured, cleaning his hand off "Did you wanna go to bed?"

"No, I uhh I want to do something for you" I blushed taking his hand now it was all clean

"You don't have to do anything for me so long as my little nurseys happy"

"Please Jack, I really want to"

"You really want to?'

"I do"

"Alright," he smirked laying down beside me 'come here" he smirked pulling my lips to his, I happily kissed back moving to look over him as we kissed my hand slipping down until I found his underwear I pulled back and he nodded before reconnecting our lips so I slipped my hand under them immediately being met by the hard stiff shaft I giggled uncontrollably at the thought I was holding jack in my hand he smirked tugging his underwear down to allow me to see and to move freely "ohhh yeah that's good, up and down nursey up and down" he smirked guiding my hand a little so I did as he asked "ughhhhh" he gasped leaning back on his pillow "ughh faster! Please y/n. You have any hope of making me cum your gonna need to be a lot faster than that"

"Sorry" I blushed getting faster

"Ohhhh fuck- yeah! Uhhh yes! Like that that's perfect. Keep that speed please!" He begged holding my hair to pull me to his neck so I nibbled his skin and even gave him a harsh hickey in his neck somewhere he couldn't hide "ummm vicious little nursey, you marking me too?"

"I have to in case other pretty girls see you" I smirked kissing across his pecks

"Ughhh! You know I love you too much to do much as look at another girl" he smirked "ughhhh fuck! You're too good at this too! Come on little Nursey just a little longer..."

"My wrist is getting tired" I giggled

"Swap hands if you're getting tired, stop if you have too I uhh I'd just really rather you not stop" he gasped

I got a wicked idea and kissed down his stomach leaving a hickey on his V as I slowed my hand

"Uuuughhhhh! Ummmmm that marks just for you then" he growled bucking his hips up in his desperation

"Where would you like me to kiss Jack?" I whispered as hushed and seductive as I could and he didn't need to be asked twice to hold my hand

"Down. Down. Down." He muttered pushing my head downwards

"Here?" I giggled kissing down his V

"Down." He grunted

"Here?" I giggled a little lower

"Down!" He said through gritted teeth

"Ohh here" I giggled kissing the base of his shaft slowly moving down the shaft till I reached his tip and he lay there watching me this with the dirtiest smirk I had ever seen on a man

"Yeah... there." He growled "I'm not gonna last long I hope you know that" he nods

"Why?" I giggled stroking his shaft playfully kissing him but not giving in

"Ummm because you've been teasing me all this bloody time, come on y/n. Suck nursey"

I blushed but I did as he asked taking what I could into my mouth and gently sucking for him

"Uuuughhhhh uughh! Uuuughhhhh!" He groans his head thrown back against the pillow his mouth open as he desperately gasped his eyes squeezed shut trying desperately to function with me doing this to him "yes! Yes! Uhhhhhhh! Enough enough!" He said pushing me away

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you Jack?"

"No no, no no. I uhh I was about to -" he gasped

"Then let me-"

"No!" He yelped "I think I've only got one shot tonight. And I don't wanna blow it in your mouth" he said flipping us back over" My lovely nursey deserves better for our first night together" he cooed "I'll be as gentle as I can, this alright?' He asked and I nodded "I need a yes."

"Yes Jack"

"Good girl" he cooed he gently moved my legs around him settling himself between my legs, he held my hips slightly raising them from the bed as he gently got closer at first rubbing himself against me "That nice?' he asked and I nodded "nice and slow, tell me if I hurt you" he whispered slowly holding his base and guiding himself in, he bit his lip hard squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to lose himself to such a feeling, I held my breath feeling him fill me up making me feel utterly whole with him inside me "you okay?' he gasped

"Yeah, more. Please Jack" I gasped

"I don't want to hurt you"

"I know. I know. But I want to feel all of you"

He was slow and nervous but continued until he was completely inside me hilt to tip and I gasped feeling him just throbbing inside me "You alright?'

"I love how you feel inside me Jack" I smirked pulling him into a kiss

"Ummmm you have no bloody idea!" He grasped "how good it feels inside your y/n. Can I move? Or are you still getting used to me?"

"You can move" I nodded he was so very slow barely moving at all being gentle and slow, and gradual with his movements slowly pulling almost all the way out and then all the way in "uhh faster jack! Please!"

"Ummmm!" He grunted holding my hips slowly getting faster and faster building his speed leaving me an utter moaning mess below him until he slightly slowed almost to a stop

"What's wrong?"

"I- uhh- I don't wanna cum yet." He gasped "You feel so good y/n! I'm so close! I can't cum yet... please don't make me. I want this to last forever"

"Please Jack, I need you" I whined and that was all he needed returning to his pace his hand moving to pull me a little higher as to hit a better angle his hand slipping down between us to rub on my clit "uuuuuuuhhh!"

"That better? Yeah? You need that too?'

"Jack please!" I squealed enjoying every second knowing it wouldn't be long until I "AHHHH yes! Yes! Ahhh Uhhhh uuuughhhhh jack! Jack!" I squealed as I got my wall a second time arching my back and my voice shredding as I did he kept going but only a couple of seconds before he pulled out and send his jizz across the sheets

"Fuck!" He groans collapsing on the bed with me as we both lay sweaty, gasping, and filled with pleasure

"You were right Jack. That does help period cramps" I gasped

"... Told ya didn't I?" He gasped "umm I love you"

"I love you too, was I okay?'

"Humm hopelessly heavenly" he cooed pulling me onto his chest "How was I?"

"Extraordinary"

"I make it okay? For your first, I didn't put you off or anything?"

"Absolutely not, in fact... how long till we could perhaps go again?' I giggled waking my fingers down his chest

"Ummm don't tempt me" he growled "I can't sweetheart I'm sorry -"

"Awww it's okay," I smiled giving him a kiss "Tomorrow?'

"First thing tomorrow, when I have some energy back" he chuckled

I nodded and we cuddled up for a while and I noticed him begin to drift off, but I also noticed he hadn't softened he had stayed hard

"Jack?"

"Umm?" He grumbles

"You're still hard." I giggled giving his shaft a gentle stroke

He opened his eyes and looked down at himself "Oh. It appears I am. Well then... you wanna go again?"

"Yes please"

"Alright, but I'm still tired so... how about you get on top this time?"

"Ummm yes doctor Dawkins" I smirked kissing him softly

#thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs imagine #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #the artful dodger #jackdawkins #jack dawkins #jack

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sleepysnk · 9 months

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Hello and 🗣 anon is back for more thirsts!!

RRRREE UGHHH I CANT STOP❌❌ THINKING AB FEMLOCK. like HAVE YOU SEEN FEM SHIDOU?!?+?+?×? Theres that one fem shidou fanart where she has long nails, except for her ring and middle finger tee hee. I've seen 1 fanart of fem shidou and I started barking and drinking like a dog.

Ugh anyway imagine Fem!Shidou who keeps teasing you in public. This woman man has no shame AT ALL. She'd make you place your hand on her bare waist, or her bare back if shes wearing a backless top.

She absolutely loves dressing you up. Yall share everything, makeup, clothes, shampoos, shoes, everything!! Its much more better bec yall can save money ( and she also loves it when you use/wear her things )

I hc she has very big bazoonkas ( boobs ). And she likes showing it off to you. And ofc you indulge by admiring and praising her big planets♡

Shes very handsy. You'll always get flustered when she gets her nails done but her middle and ring fingernails remain short, because you know why.

She owns a lot of toys just like shidou does, she has a favorite strap to use on either of you. It's hot pink with glitters, above average girth, and maybe about 7.9 inches in length. She loves it when she uses it on you, seeing your mind go numb, legs shake, while eyes rolling back as she pound into you, completely enjoying this, whispering dirty things to your ear while you feel your high getting closer.

She also has this baby pink dildo ( she loves pink ) that she watches you bounce on when you get a bit feisty in public or start to challenge her over power. Serves you right, bad girls dont get to cum on mommy's strap.

She buys you two matching lingeries, she loves to fuck you in a lingerie that's almost not covering your form, accidentally ripping it apart.

She loves oral too, LOVES it when you give her head. I mean dont you just wanna die being crushed by her big thighs? She'd let you eat her out while she grabs a fistful of your hair, guiding you where it feels better most.

She deff asked fem!sae for a threesome with you once ( more than that ) and imagine Fem!Sae actually joining omg

This is just half of what I'm thinking but I'm very hungry so❤ Have a great day tho!

my jaw dropped when the threesome part was mentioned 😭

THIS IS ACTUALLY.. REALLY GOOD?? i’ve seen lots of fem!shidou fanarts and the color palette is so good 😩

i hope your day is well too!! 🫶🏻

#summer responds #smutty talks #🗣 anon #shidou x reader #shidou smut #blue lock smut

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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it’s not a want anymore… it’s a need.

camp counselors steddie au

eddie flirts with poor ol’ stevie everyday but steve is just too oblivious to notice. and all the kids are rooting for them to get together UGHHH MY HEART <333 this is so cute

Ahhh one of my fav tropes for these two! ⛺

Steve had been a camp counselor since Dustin, one of Steve's babysitting kids, had whined that camp would be cancelled due to not enough volunteers. That was three years ago, his kids were 14 now and so they got to stay overnight in the cabins. Steve enjoyed his summer job, he'd been a boy scout as a kid and so a lot of the activities they did brought a lot of nostalgia for him. It also meant he could keep an eye on his kids and not spend the summer worrying and being bored until they returned.

Dustin had prattled on about how he'd convinced one of his new friends to come to camp this year. Steve hadn't heard anything about another kid that had joined the party but he would meet them soon he supposed. What Steve did not expect was that Dustin's new friend was Eddie Munson.

"He's a full grown adult, Dustin, I expected your friend to be a kid."

"He ran Hellfire until he graduated this year, I've told you about him before."

Turns out that Dustin had also roped Eddie into being a counsellor and that he and Steve would be sharing a cabin all summer.

Eddie had nothing to do this summer and needed money now that he had graduated. When Dustin had suggested being a camp counselor and told him the pay he jumped at the chance. He didn't expect to be bunking with King Steve of all people. Eddie had heard a lot of the old King in the last year from his little sheep but Eddie didn't fully believe he'd changed.

It was clear that the King was long dead however. Steve was so good with the kids, helping the ones that were struggling with the activities, making sure the quieter ones still felt included and not overwhelmed. Eddie will not admit that his heart skipped a beat when Steve was bandaging a little girl's knee after she fell on the hike.

Steve was also friendly with Eddie, he'd immediately apologised for his King Steve days which Eddie hadn't expected him to even acknowledge. Steve seemed to listen intently and never interrupted the epic tales Eddie told around the campfire. The two had started talking once they went to bed, whispered conversations across the space between their bunks.

It wasn't long before Eddie's careful friendliness turned to playful flirting. Not that Steve noticed, to the party's despair.

"You and Steve would be perfect for each other, I need my dads to be together, Edward!"

"Watch your tone kiddo, also ew never call me Edward again."

Steve had a massive crush on Eddie barely a week into camp. He'd had a tearful confession to Robin a few months before but he hadn't liked any boys before Eddie. Steve knew he was done for when he saw how Eddie was with his kids, how much he cared for them, how he bright smiles to all their faces with his stories.

Eddie was kind to Steve too. Steve didn't feel any animosity from his King Steve days. Eddie saw the good in Steve, it made him feel warm inside. He just wished he could tell Eddie.

"You're an idiot, Steve. Eddie has been flirting with you all summer!"

"Watch your tone, Dustin, and no he's not he's just friendly."

The kids were starting to lose their minds. Eddie was very obviously flirting and Steve clearly liked Eddie but couldn't tell.

"What if we just lock them in their cabin?"

"Eddie can pick locks."

"Not if he's distracted locking lips!"

"Ew those are our dads."

In no time at all it was the last night of camp. In the morning they'd pack everything up and head back home. Steve wondered if he'd still see Eddie, he probably would, they practically shared custody of those kids. Eddie wondered if Steve would even want to be seen with him around town.

The kids had been shuffled off to bed after one last round of smores and campfire story. The two boys found themselves sitting on the end of the pier, not tired enough for bed yet, sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars.

"Do you think we'll still hang out after tomorrow?"

"I'm sure those kids will find a way for us all to hang out, would you want to hang out? I mean, we're not exactly the same, the king and the freak."

"You're not a freak, Eds. You're amazing and funny and smart and creative. I'd love to be seen around town with you."

"No-one has ever said anything like that about me before, Stevie."

"Well, it's all true."

"You're amazing too."

"Can I kiss you?"

Eddie didn't answer, he just smiled softly and leant in capturing Steve's lips.

In the morning they had almost finished packing up when they heard it.

"Steven Harrington is that a hickey!"

"Watch you tone!"

#camp counselor au #steddie au #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #st4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #ficlet #ty for the prompt #steddie ficlet #fluff

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