#I trimmed the fat as much as I could but this was as short as I could bring myself to make it
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(This one is a riff from an idea a reader suggested.)
SIX COORS LATER
Sean Bennett woke up a little groggy. He probably had a couple too many beers last night.
The ex-QB told himself he should be a more responsible man. His wife had just borne their third kid six months ago, fer chrissake. But Sean's job had him on the road every week during the college ball season, put up in one soulless luxury hotel room after another. He'd had an amazing run as an NFL quarterback, with some ups and downs to be sure, and now how had an enviable gig being a sports commentator for college ball. Saturday night, after the broadcast, was his chance to let loose a little.
Only Sean realized he wasn't in a hotel room. The ex-athlete's eyes adjusted to the early morning dimness. He was definitely in a bedroom. Some modern condo or apartment, sparsely decorated. A dude's bedroom.
Just then the sportscaster hunk felt the warmth of another body scoot up next to him, placing a thickly muscled forearm over Sean's still-fit and manscaped upper body.
"Hmmmm," came the deep voice cracking in morning voice. The dude scooted up next to him as Sean tried to remembered any details about the guy but was coming up short. Even on the name. Jason? Justin? Jesse? Jackson? Fuck.
The man felt nice. Probably around Bennett's age. Late 30s with a cross-fit body. A work-hard, play-hard professional. BIG Michigan fan. A very thick uncut cock and a sexual stamina that could go multiple rounds. Funny how those details were coming back to the ex-jock so easily.
Maybe it was that hard thick shaft pressing into Sean's hips and the way the fan's hand was pawing at Sean's hard body, even if in a groggy slowness.
"Hm... you probably should go soon, bro... my girlfriend gets back in town this morning."
Sean nodded, but didn't make a move to slip out of the guy's warm bed. Hell, those powerful arms felt SO good. Bennett enjoyed a man's touch from time to time, but he rarely stayed around for the morning, for the more sobered up experience of this. Just a second longer, he thought.
Thing was, Jackson or Justin or whoever wasn't letting go. His kisses traveled up Sean's neck, finding that sensitive trigger spot right behind Bennett's ear, the one that makes the ex-athlete wanna put out. Just like he'd found it so effortlessly last night.
"Yes," Sean hissed. It was only then that he was aware of his own cock, a shank of morning wood that jerked excitedly, now awake. And Jackson's hand was drifting down those washboard abs, over the trimmed light fur to finally touch that QB bone.
"You fuckin' horndog," the guy muttered with a clear lust. Then after he kissed that spot again, he added with a louder voice, "Turn over."
The two had fucked three times the previous night, twice in one go and once waking up at 3 in the morning. But they hadn't done this position. Without ceremony Jackson was crawling on top of Sean's prostrate body, kissing along the shoulder blades and then back at the neck. Sean could feel the guy's hard, hairier muscle on his back and that thick wedge of uncut dick press into his surprisingly wet ass cleft.
The top took a second to enjoy that mounting position before he reached down to guide his fat dong into place. "God, you're still wet with my cum," he said. His voice was clearer now, fully awake.
Sean blushed. He'd been a little drunk when he agreed to come back to Jackson's place, and he wished he was drunk now. At least his hole was loosened up, fully, for this thick tool. The first time Bennett had been shafted by a large cock was a mindblowing experience, but now he got excited by girth even more than length. And Jackson brought he girth.
It was now four solid inches inside him. The hunk was clearly excited, kissing Sean some more. "Bro... I used to jack off so much thinking about doing this to you," he said.
Then, all of a sudden, the top powered the rest of that fat prick into Sean's guts.
"FUCK!" Bennett exclaimed. Not in pain but definitely uncomfortable and surprised.
"You got this, bro," Jackson urged. Sean could tell from the edge in his voice he was eager just to start fucking, and that scared the ex-QB. "You took me like a pro last night."
"Give me a sec, OK?" Bennett pleaded.
"Yeah," came the reply. But a second later, Jackson was reaching over for something. The hand came back, right to Sean's face and it was the smell that made him recognize the poppers.
"Come on, bro," came the guy's voice. Urging Sean to sniff the fumes. "I need to pound one off real bad, and I don't got a lot of time."
One of these days Sean Bennett would learn self-respect. Today, he sniffed the amyl, one nostril then the other.
The heat hit his body just at the right time. Jackson liked to fuck hard and fast, using his whole muscled body. That thick tool was plunging in and out of Sean's guts and felt INTENSE. Only now it was intense in a good way, making the ex-jock's insides buzz.
"Fuck, that cunt is so squishy, man," Jackson hissed.
Indeed, they could both hear the sloshy slick sounds of each inward thrust and Sean could feel excess cum dripping down between his legs, and over his ball sac. Just that tickling trickle made Bennett rock hard against the guy's bedsheets. The bottom didn't know how much was the amount of cum Jackson had shot inside him last night and how much was the girth of the cock forcing the load out with each shove.
"Bro... you're milking it right out of me man... Gonna milk my load right out into that hot ass of yours.... oh SHIT!"
The heaving body went rigid on top of him, and Sean knew he was getting loaded up for the fourth time in 12 hours. He knew when the poppers wore off, he'd regret this. He'd gone cold turkey actually a few years back, and even when he started fooling with guys again, he told himself it would be more of an occasional thing.
And now he felt about 210 pounds of masculine dude rest the full body weight on his stretched out body. Jackson felt heavy, but Sean didn't want the guy to break body contact not yet. That fat dong was still jerking inside him, undoubtedly still shooting some dribbles deep up in him.
Finally the guy shifted on top of him but didn't push himself off. Instead, Jackson reached around to find Bennett's tool. Still rock hard and still leaking so much he didn't need lube.
"Aw fuck!" Sean gasped as he felt the hand stroke his prick. Combined with that very stuffed, very loaded feeling, the very touch of Jackson's hand was magic.
Sean heard a soft chuckle in his ear as the top leaned forward and jerked Sean with determined strokes. The dude had a great touch, for sure.
"Come on, bro," he urged. "You wanna..."
"Yeah," Sean replied. He wanted to. He wanted to let this hot stud play him like a violin. It was the opposite of sex with his wife, when he did all the work. Now, the QB was the penetrated one, passively worked over by a man who knew what he was doing.
The pissslit stung just a second once the cum barreled out, it was that kind of orgasm.
"Nice!" Jackson hissed and kissed Sean's neck once more. "Let it out, buddy."
Sean did. Maybe because he hadn't shot load for load with Jackson's orgasms, and he was behind in the count. Maybe because he loved his mounted position more than he wanted to admit.
He'd barely had time to come down from the high of his cum when that hand withdrew and that thick dong finally retreated from his clenched asshole, but not before dragging some of that fresh deposit with it.
Sean felt a pat to his rump and felt the bed shift as Jackson slid off the bed. His host walked over and undid the bedroom curtains, letting in the dawn light.
Slowly Bennett turned on his side to get a good look. He was embarrassed to realize he could barely remember what Jackson looked like. But he was getting a good look now. About 6-foot-even, handsome more than cute, thinning brown hair, blue eyes. Back in the day, Bennett liked the thrill of fucking around with big-league athletes and coaches, then he went through a phase of being into regular guys... fans, married men, guy next door types. Jackson was in a different league, with an incredible body yet still carried himself like a regular dude.
"God, you're hot," Sean said before his mind could censor what his libido was thinking.
That made Jackson paused and turn toward the NFL star. He let out a little laugh and smiled, "Man, you're a trip," he said.
From the new angle, Sean could see that hard muscle beneath the brown body fur, rounded and ripped, and just how thick and heavy that dong was, even soft, swaying beneath a large nutsac. If this dude wanted to go for round five...
"Your girlfriend is probably on her way," Sean said instead, injecting reality as he sat up in bed. He knew he had a great body, but could see in the way Jackson's eyes swept over his form that the top was definitely starstruck himself.
"Yeah," he said with a little sadness. "Her flight lands around 7."
Sean nodded. He wasn't gonna make trouble for this dude. He slid out of bed and felt proud as Jackson just watched, staring like a wolf circling the hen house.
As Sean got dressed, his host slipped on some gym shorts and walked out to the kitchen to make some coffee.
The ex-QB knew this was gonna be one hell of a walk of shame. Still suited up from the night before. His cohost and work buddy Curt Collins ould probably razz him for going home with one of those dudes from their bar outing.
But even as the regrets were sinking in, the sex had been worth it. Sean made sure he looked presentable and that he had everything. Then he walked to find Jackson shirtless and hunky as hell, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.
The guy looked up with that look again. The look of a man who'd had his bucket list fantasy satisfied in the biggest way.
"She's in an uber now," he said. "You good, man?" he asked. Maybe worried Sean was freaking out some.
"Yeah," Bennett replied. "I'm good."
It was Jackson who seemed shy now. "Well..." he started. Then he picked up a folded scrap of paper and handed it to Sean. "In case you're back in town," he added. "It's my Google number, just be discreet."
"I usually don't," Sean said, taking the paper nonetheless.
"I get it," Jackson said. "Shoot your shot, right?"
That made Sean laugh. This guy was just a normal dude. He stuffed the paper into his suit pocket.
"A final kiss at least?" Jackson asked.
Sean smiled and stepped up. The dude was a few inches shorter but their heights matched well. Their kiss was soft and surprisingly sensual.
"I taste like stale beer," Sean apologized.
"Yeah you do," Jackson said with a smile. "It's cool though. You're a good kisser. We didn't do enough last night."
They kissed again.
"Fuck!" Jackson finally hissed. Sean knew why.
"All right," the athlete said. "Take care."
Sean was in the Uber back to his hotel before he pulled out the folded paper. The handwriting was simple and masculine, more neat than a scrawl. "Matt," it read. The phone number.
So that was his name, Sean thought.
He didn't know the next time he'd be in this city. Probably once next season, though maybe his travels would bring him here again. Maybe Matt would want to come to Ft. Lauderdale, or even Miami.
Doofus, he thought to himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? Sean took another look at that piece of paper then picked up his phone.
"Hey, great to meet you. SB." was all his message said. He typed it, looked it over, and hit Send.
No reply immediately. Matt was probably showering up, or washing the sheets. Maybe the girlfriend was already home.
Instead a text came in. Collins. "Tell me you had as much fun as I did last night." Sean couldn't remember who his buddy and colleague had chatted up. Maybe one of Matt's buddies. Hell, THAT could have been Jackson. Or Jason. Whatever.
"Probably more," he typed back with a grin. "What happens in Austin stays in Austin, right?"
"Right-O," Curt typed. "They grow 'em big down here in Texas dont they buddy?"
Sean smiled. His hole ached to think of Matt's huge dong. "They sure do man."
He'd find a way, any excuse, to come back before next year. Somehow.
He slid his phone in his pocket and shut his eyes just to rest them. He'd need a major nap on the plane ride for sure.
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Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.
Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.
Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.
People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.
Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.
But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.
If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.
All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.
Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.
You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.
#manners#politeness#courtesy#good manners#etiquette#I'm so sorry I really tried to make this one shorter I really did#I trimmed the fat as much as I could but this was as short as I could bring myself to make it#Where I live most people will just shove into your personal space without saying anything#or just stare at you until you get the hint and move#and I hate it so much#Especially because I am both neurodivergent and have PTSD so I really hate people staring at me and/or shoving in my personal space
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hit the gym | jjk
➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader
➥ word count | 1.5k
➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; hair pulling, mild dirty talk, established relationship, oral (m receiving), mild body worship?, teasing, hints of exhibitionism/voyeurism
➥ summary | stopping now would ruin all the fun.
➥ notes | yes it's true, i would give jungkook the sloppiest of toppies ✌️also greysweat pants iykyk. a random short one, hope you enjoy 🩶
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“Baby.”
Jungkook’s never looked so undone; his eyes hooded and hungry, his mouth raw and red-bitten. Wants so, so badly he’s practically vibrating with it.
And yet, he’s still holding back.
The sound of his knuckles popping as his hands clench into fists beside his hips echoes through the otherwise empty gym. It’s almost kind of precious how much he’s struggling against the urge to throw you back against the wall.
To take, take, take until you’re nothing but a trembling, soaked, thoroughly fucked mess.
You hum in response, digging your nails into the nape of his neck to feel the little shiver that zips down his spine. "What's got you so worried, huh?"
The fact he still has the restraint to resist railing you right then and there - even though he clearly wants to - is so intensely hot you almost choke on your own spit.
When his eyes cut to yours, you almost moan at how intensely he stares.
“I just,” he trails off, hands flexing as he catalogs the darkened wall of windows, the entryway, the open space, "I don't think this is a good idea."
Right now, you're the only two in the gym.
While that could change, it's edging closer to midnight.
After several months of joining Jungkook for his exercises, you've found most people aren't as eager to hit the machines at all hours of the day like he is.
The likelihood of getting caught is significantly low which works perfectly for you because it's a high payoff with half the associated risk.
You pretend to think, "Mm, no. I think it's a great idea." Palms dancing over his tense shoulders, you tease your fingers along the loose neck of his t-shirt. "Don't you?"
Jungkook bites off a curse, his body rolling up into your touch. He works his jaw as his teeth tug on his lip piercings. You know he's just itching to drag you into a darkened corner.
"I-I... really, baby, can't we just - y'know? Why does it have to be here?"
No amount of half-hearted protests hides how hard Jungkook is. Deciding to wear grey sweatpants today works against him, the soft cotton slung low on his hips and clinging to the thick line of his fat cock.
You raise a brow, glancing down at where he's digging into your hip, "You were saying, Kook?"
A perverse spark of pleasure lights up your spine at the way his eyes slide away from yours, his throat bobbing when he swallows and shies away.
"Sh-shut up..."
Serves the tease right.
You've had to watch him work out, disheveled and sweat-slick for hours. Hear him grunt and whine from the strain of lifting heavy weights. It's only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine.
Anyway, the thought of being so exposed (without actually getting caught) is kind of exhilarating. Gets your blood pumping and arousal pulsing through your body. A pool of liquid heat blooming low in your belly.
After watching him struggle a little longer between what he wants, and what he thinks he should do, you make his decision for him.
Only as soon as your hand slips past the elastic waistband, your breath stutters in your chest. Where you expect to feel soft cotton, there are miles of smooth skin.
With wide eyes, you trace along a hipbone before sliding the tips of your fingers down to brush through a trimmed thatch of pubic hair, stopping once you feel the silken base of his cock.
Jungkook's eyes flutter shut, a full body jolt rocking him into you as his mouth drops open in a guttural moan. Tendrils of arousal coil between your thighs, your pussy throbbing when your fingers close around his bare shaft and he throbs against your warm palm.
If you’d have known he decided to go commando, you’d have been on your knees within the first ten minutes.
Chewing on your lip, you give him a few slow pumps, tightening your grip on the upstroke. The heavy weight of his shaft glides through the circle of your fist with ease.
Your thighs clench.
“What were you saying again, Kook? Cause it looks to me like you worry too much.”
He hisses through his teeth, burrowing his face into his shoulder. The tips of his ears burn bright pink, a creeping blush sinking deep into the apples of his cheeks.
Without waiting for a response, you tug his sweats down as you sink to your knees. His flushed cock springs out, curving up towards his belly with a wet smack.
“Haah - don’t!”
You laugh - a breathless, eager sound - as your hands pet his tense thighs, watching as fat drops of pre-cum ooze down the swollen head, sticky strings clinging to dusky skin.
Fuck, you can't wait to get your tongue on him; to feel the weight of him in your mouth, the tang of his skin, and the taste of his cum as he fucks into the circle of your lips.
To hear the absolutely delicious groans of masculine pleasure that shoot straight to your clit.
“How can you say that when you’re so wet and ready for me?”
“That’s cheating,” Jungkook groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. He peeks down at you through the gaps in his fingers, gulping at how pretty you look on your knees with his cock in your hand. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
You hum, eyes sparking mischief as you dip down to brush a kiss along the strap of muscle above his hipbone. The smell of his bodywash surrounds you, tickling your nose.
“Yeah, but you love it, don’t you?”
The sight of him looming over you, his hair a tussled mess and a starved glint to his coffee-dark eyes, is a visceral sucker punch that has your heart stuttering and your mouth watering. Wanting to sink your teeth in.
“You know I do,” he mumbles.
Brought to the very edge of control, left teetering; you wonder how much further you have to push until he breaks.
A blooming warmth hooks into your belly, spreads down to settle between your thighs. The crotch of your shorts is soaked through, every shift of fabric dragging along your sensitive folds. A whisper of friction that drives you insane.
“Mm, now are you ready, baby?”
Taking his silence for the acquiescence it is, you dip down and run your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. His cock bobs, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling to the surface.
Watching him from beneath your lashes with a coy smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth, you clean him up with a kittenish lick. Following the trails of salty arousal with your tongue.
Jungkook grunts - choked-off, wounded sound that punches its way out his chest.
You hum, and slide your hands up over his thighs. Stopping when palms rest against his abs, your nails dig in, drag down. The muscles clench, red welts developing in the wake of your touch.
Satisfaction warms your blood, Jungkook’s next breath is a low hiss as he stutters, rocks forward before catching himself with a murmured curse, “S-Shit…”
His fist pounds against the wall - once, twice, three times. His jaw works fast as he scrambles to regain his slipping control. You know what buttons to push and with every careful caress, every calculated hint of rough, his body sparks to life.
He’s almost there, you can see it; all his savage edges creeping in, pressing against his skin. You can’t wait. It’s always so explosive between the two of you when he gives in, allows himself to truly whet his appetite.
He tangles his hand in your hair, digging a thumb into your bottom lip to watch as your mouth stretches around him. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
The grit of his voice, dark and full of hunger cuts through you. You moan around a mouthful of him, eyes fluttering shut as your veins fill with liquid fire. Your thighs rub together for relief from the ache in your pussy.
It’s so difficult to tease him because more often than not, you want nothing more than to pull off and hop on. To let him ride you hard. Put you away wet and thoroughly used.
But you can’t, not yet.
Stopping now will spoil all the fun.
Trying to distract yourself, you suckle on the head, roll your lips, and flick your tongue over the spongy flesh. When you dip into the slit, he whines, “Ohh..my god, oh ffuuh..ck yes.”
Those broad shoulders hunch forward over your head like he took a kick to the chest, a full-bodied shiver wracking his frame. He yanks on your hair and you clench in response, the little tremors in his thighs stroking your ego as you pop him out of your mouth.
“Mm, I think I do,” you purr, rubbing your tender, spit-slick lips along the shaft. “Now let me show you what you do to me.”
#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jeon jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook x you#jungkook smut#jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fic#bts fic#bts fanfic
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For the prompts that r
“Breathe through your nose” and, “touch yourself”
Miguel trying to help the reader not gag on his cock bcz bros so huge 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️ and they’re like crying n
Or
Miguel coming home from work and finding u w headphones in and there’s like porn playing on the computer w ur back facing him and ur humping a pillow and he comes up from behind you and starts rubbing ur boobs and at first ur scared but then u see it’s him and he fucks u with ur headphones in
I went with the first one babe. It's short but I hope you enjoy! Thanks for participating <3
Open Up
Miguel O'Hara x f!reader
Warnings: Intense blowjob, choking, masturbating, lots of spit, praise, language.
MDNI
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“Be careful,” Miguel warned, gently tapping his cock over your tongue, “take it slow, okay?”
You nodded as best you could, desperate for a taste of him. Precum had started to dribble down his fat head, and you were ready to lap it up greedily. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue swirling around the delicate skin before giving it a light suck.
Miguel groaned above you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when you spared him a glance. You must’ve been doing a good job to garner that reaction, so you continued your exploration. You grabbed him by the base, his trimmed hair tickling your knuckles as you gripped him—weakly at first until he made a small noise, wrapping his larger hand over yours and squeezing.
“Tighter,” he murmured, “you can squeeze me tighter—yeah, just like that, good.” You glowed at the praise, doing as instructed and squeezing the base, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.
You pushed forward, taking a bit more of him, letting your tongue slide under his veiny length. The skin was velvet smooth and hot, growing harder the farther you tried to take him.
He was big, the biggest you’d ever had. Your mouth was so full, lips fully stretched and quivering over the thickness of him.
Miguel groaned again when you pulled off a bit, lapping over the sides of his cock in little kitten licks. You spit over his length, a string of it still connected to your lips as you watched it slide down and coat the rest of him.
“Coño,” he grunted, his thick fingers weaving into your soft hair, “fuck, mami.” He bucked his hips when you put him in your mouth again, his cock sliding deeper until the head almost hit the back of your throat.
You moaned, your eyes fluttering. You were so close to gagging but caught yourself at the last moment, mentally cheering as you suckled him softly.
“So good,” he groaned, head tilting to the side as he regarded you. He could see your thighs trembling, how completely soaked your tight panties were. “Touch yourself, mami, lemme see you.”
You obediently took your free hand and shoved them passed the waistband of your underwear. Your fingertips are immediately coated in your slick. You moaned again, working your clit in small circles with expert precision.
It was hard to focus on both tasks but you pushed yourself, pleasuring yourself as you took more of him in your mouth. The hand that gripped his base was covered in your spit, wet from the continual drowning of his cock. You removed it, taking more of Miguel’s cock till he banged against your throat painfully, your nose buried in his pubic hair.
You overestimated yourself. It was too much.
You immediately gagged, sputtering over his cock as coughs wreaked your body. Your eyes watered, blurring your vision but you kept at it, bobbing your head and letting his cock jam against your sore throat.
He was being noisy, grunting and murmuring his praises as he pushed your hair back from your sweaty face, watching you work your mouth to the limit. He was too much to take, too much to try and swallow in one go (you didn’t even have the whole thing in your mouth!), and you felt your heart thundering in your chest. You took the tiniest breath, barely letting any oxygen in, too focused on devouring Miguel whole to quit and breathe properly.
“Oye, I told you to be careful,” he scolded, his red eyes watching fat tears stream down your face, “breathe through your nose.” He pulled his hips away from you, his cock falling out of your mouth.
You did as he said and took gentle inhales, hiccuping, your wet lashes skimming your cheeks when you closed your eyes to concentrate.
“That's it, breathe,” Miguel cooed, his thumb swiping away your tears before his warm hand cradled your face lovingly, “wanna try again?” He chuckled when you nodded vigorously, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He took himself in hand, tapping his cock over your lips.
“Open up.”
#caro's 2k#ask response#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara x reader#atsv#spiderverse
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Outdoors
Pairing: [ftm] Portgas D. Ace x [male, amab] Reader
Kinktober prompt: Outdoors
Tags: pussy eating / riding / ace is a good boy
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The crew had left for the island, leaving you to watch the ship while they were away. It didn’t bother you; you actually appreciated it, taking up the opportunity to rest a little from all the training you’d been doing recently. You’d been sitting there on a shadowed part of the deck. Well, mostly lying on the ground, only with the upper part of your back against the wall, eyes closed as you tried not to nap.
Something suddenly dropped on your face before there was pressure on your lap, and it wasn’t that hard to identify it was Ace’s hat, followed by Ace himself.
“I thought you were going to stay with the others.” You pulled the hat off your face, looked at it, and carefully set it down beside you.
“I was,” Ace hummed, hands on your lower stomach as he straddled your lap. “But I remembered we can have the ship to ourselves now, so I just did everything I needed quickly and returned to you.” He grinned, tilting his head. “Did you miss me?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing softly. “What do you want, Ace?”
Ace gasped. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me? That I just come after you when I need something?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head, cupping your cheeks to make you look up at him to see his disdain and disappointment. Dramatic idiot. “I just love my boyfriend.”
“As you should.” You chuckled at how he rolled his eyes a little.
Ace let go of your cheeks with a soft sigh and scooted closer, straddling your hips instead. “You’re lucky for that, either way.” He shifted again. “If I didn’t love you,” he continued speaking despite the way your gaze fell to his hips, observing them grind against yours, “you would’ve been kicked out, called delusional, and put down like a—”
“Ace.” You cleared your throat with a small smirk on your face, observing his clueless expression—a pretend one, at least. “I’m not going back to our cabin right now, Ace, sorry.”
No answer came from Ace for a moment, and then he slowly grinned. “I’m not saying we need to go back there!” He didn’t let you answer, grinding his hips more against yours, enough to replace your words with a gasp. “Come on,” he whispered, hands slipping under your shirt as he didn’t stop moving your hips, “it’ll be quick. The others aren’t anywhere near done out there… We deserve a little fun.”
Of course, Ace knew your weak spots. It was easy thinking with the head of your cock when he was grinding against you so nicely. He bit his lip as he felt the bulge growing in your pants.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
You took a deep breath, patting his thigh gently. “Go on, Ace, you win.”
Ace chuckled proudly as he just stood up, a foot by each of your thighs as he unbuckled his belt, momentarily stepping aside to take off his shorts and his underwear. You raised your eyebrows at the sight of his pussy, all slick. It’d been a while since he last shaved, but the hair was neatly trimmed. From between his lips, his swollen clit was practically begging you to suck it.
“Hold on,” you said, sitting up properly so that you could push yourself up to your knees. Ace raised an eyebrow, about to step away when you placed your hands on his thighs, pulling him closer until his pussy was inches away from your face. “Mm, good boy,” you whispered.
You pulled one of Ace’s folds to the side with your thumb, exposing his throbbing pussy, and he whimpered just at the feeling of your breath fanning against him, gasping when your mouth pressed to his pussy, drinking his slick with fat licks along his entrance. His moans were breathy, thighs quivering as he sought support by pressing his forearms against the wall behind you. It felt so good to finally have the friction he craved so much.
“Ohhh, babe—” Ace cut himself off with another moan, his hips bucking forward once your lips clasped around his clit, sucking and tonguing at it. He whimpered as a hand flew to your hair, keeping your head in place at the same time he pushed his hips forward, becoming more of a mess at how you mouthed at his pussy, eating it as if you were starving. Your teeth sometimes tugged on his fat lips. He went weak at that, struggling to keep himself up so that he could feel that for a while longer.
A shiver ran down his spine, making him let out a broken moan before he stepped back. “Okay, okay, enough of this, I— I still want you inside me,” he said breathlessly, legs still wobbly.
A chuckle escaped your lips, and you nodded with a hum, sitting properly again. “As you wish, dear.” You licked your lips clean and rushed to undo your belt and lower your pants and underwear—they were just a little down his thighs when he lowered himself on your lap.
“Mmm, so good,” Ace breathed. He sat with your cock right between your folds as it rested back against your lower stomach; your breath hitched as your hands flew to his thighs. He was so warm, rocking his hips gently to cover you with his juices, his throbbing pussy making you hiss softly as you ached more and more to be inside him.
“Damn it,” you whispered, watching his pussy. “Let me be inside you, sweetheart.”
“Now we’re talking.” Ace smiled and bit his lip. With a hand on your shoulder for support, he used the free one to guide your cock to his entrance, rubbing your tip along his slit before finally pressing it to his entrance. “Mmm, fuck,” he gasped at the nice burning feeling of your cock stretching him, breath hitching in his throat a couple of times as he slowly lowered himself on you. He was so hot around you, wet walls clasping down around your cock so tightly, so deliciously while they accommodated it.
One of your hands went up his torso, caressing his waist, tracing the scars under his pecs, and then cupping his face; Ace leaned into your touch and kissed your palm gently. “Such a pretty boy,” you whispered, feeling him get tighter just with the words. Your thumb traced his soft lips, which earned it a few kisses, a few licks… “Ace,” you groaned.
“Okay,” he chuckled quietly, giving the pad of your thumb a last kiss before finally starting to move his hips. His hands took yours to hold, interlacing your fingers, as he used them for leverage.
It wasn’t that comfortable. The wall was digging into your shoulder blades, and your back hurt a little, but you didn’t want to stop Ace, not when his pussy was so hot and tight around you like that. You set your feet on the ground to at least gain a little more support.
“You feel so good,” Ace gasped, letting the moans escape his lips freely. He really had no fear of getting caught, but just the thought of someone walking in you two—or even the memory of Deuce catching you that time—made your cock throb more. “Nnngh, deep,” he whispered and rolled his hips, which made a broken moan escape his lips at the same time he clenched more around you, feeling your tip caress his sweet spot so nicely. His thigh muscles flexed with the way he tensed up, arching his back while doing his best to keep riding you, rolling his hips that way that made a shiver run down your spine, your cock throbbing more inside him.
“That’s it, baby… Your pussy is so tight around me, so hot…” Your words made Ace squeeze your cock again, drawing a groan from you as you tried to keep your hands firm for him.
Ace was holding your hands tightly. Sometimes, his nails would sink into the back of your hand, but what was it compared to his pussy milking you so good like that? Your eyes trailed down to his pussy, watching it sink on your cock repeatedly, abused and neglected clit peeking out between his parted folds. He was so wet, accumulating a creamy ring of pre-cum around the base of your cock, which soaked down to your balls. Also, the squelching sound of his pussy…
“Mmph, love your cock so much,” Ace gasped, thighs quivering. His hips were starting to stutter, sometimes lingering for a little more than usual, but he did his best to try to keep the rhythm even after you freed one of your hands so that you’d stroke his clit. It made Ace squeeze your cock more, practically milking it as he moved his hips faster.
“Fuck, Ace, Ace,” you chanted through moans as the knot in your lower stomach tightened, your orgasm marching closer and closer until you were finally coming, balls clenching to spill your seed all inside him. A deep groan escaped your lips as you came while Ace kept riding you, letting your cum spread all over his gummy walls until he was coming as well, not caring whether he was driving you into overstimulation or not. He needed to finish, so he would, even if you were whining and gasping while squeezing his thigh. He rode you through his high, eventually stopping as the throbbing between his legs grew more sporadic, spasming around you.
Ace’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He was a mess, eyeing you through the strands that covered his eyes, glued to his face and to his neck due to a thin layer of sweat. He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your lips messily. “Fuck, I need more of you…”
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How big you think toman boys dicks are?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა excellent question.
cw; cock convention (you'll see), talk about dicks and balls at length. minor mentions of sex alongside.
hey I'm a 'bigger is better' kinda guy, so this is a biased as fuck list. Also this is basically a dick disambiguation, a dong dissertation; look @ me doing what no one asked for (with much love ofc).
In my mind, body, heart and soul I want to say Sano Manjiro is slanging serious cock.
I don’t know if it’s because I am devastatingly aroused by this man or what, but baaabes the way I want to say he has a thick, fat eight incher broooo.
But I'm going to be so real, I don’t honestly think it’s that big. It's definitely longer than average; a nice six inches and thicker around the middle, got good weight to it, flushed a pretty peach pink and slightly crooked. He leans left and sticks out (points forward) when he's hard.
MANJIRO HAS HUGE NUTS. Spiritually and sexually. He has a nice tight sack so it feels like you're holding a weighted pouch; overall, pretty penis. Would suck it, would fuck it, good allrounder. He is uncircumcised.
Second-in-command Ken Ryuguji got a lil sumn sumn he's working with, too. The thickness of his dick is pretty standard, but the boy has length. He's reaching up into places you didn't even know things could go; discovering new constellations with the way he's making you see stars.
He's a healthy 7.4 inches (and yes I am giving them decimal sizes, bite me) with a smooth ball sack (that hangs, mind you) because Draken takes care to groom himself regularly. He indulges in a little bush above his cock, but likes to keep it nice and pretty for the ladies and the gentlemen. He’s pale as opposed to pink, with a little ridge, or vein rather, that runs along the underside of his shaft. It isn’t crooked, doesn’t lean one way or the other. Draken is circumcised.
Takemichi Hanagaki has a pretty typical penis - groomed but not overly so, uncircumcised. He’s at a standard 5 inches, just shy of five n’ a half. It’s adorable, the way it sticks straight up when he’s hard, getting angrily red at the tip as precome dribbles down the head.
Takemichi has cute nuts. They are dainty and a little hairy.
Keisuke Baji is so close to having the whole 7 inches. He stops short at about 6.9, with dark wiry black hair surrounding the base, trimming very very occasionally. It’s heavy and bobs up against his stomach whenever he’s horny. He’s also uncircumcised. His penis is a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, and its slightly redder when he’s fully hard.
What you gotta watch out for is how thick it is! Bro can plug you up without issue, stretches holes with absolutely no problem, proper prep is mandatory just so you don’t wind up all loosey goosy when he’s finished with ya. His balls are a tad smaller than average, nestled cutely beneath a big ol’ bully.
Kisaki Tetta has a small dick. It’s barely 4 n’ a half; bro probably has pebbles for nuts idk. He is extremely well groomed, almost to the point of obsessive trimming and sometimes hair plucking. The enigma that is Kisaki Tetta’s genitals is most accurately referred to as a ‘chode’. The most notably girthy penis, as though to offset its uh .. longitudinaly challenged nature.
It’s cute I guess. Would look the cutest with a bow on it. Circumsized. Not tanned like the rest of his skin, a little awkwardly pale actually.
Pah-chin and Peh-yan, have roughly similar dicks. Pah-chin’s is chubby and about five inches, Peh-yan’s is a little skinnier and a little longer but not by much. Neither of them really overly care for grooming - but Pah-chin gets on the band wagon first after he meets his girlfriend (eventual wife). Peh-yan is a classic rebel w/o a cause, shaves but can’t do it well so he has some velcro feeling deal. Feels like handling a cactus.
Pah-chin has fat balls.
Peh-yan does not. But he has a very noticable curve to his penis; it bends to the left. Neither of them have been circumsized.
Single mother Mitsuya’s dick looks so pretty & perfect that you’re so jealous he doesn’t put himself on display for the world to see. He’s about 6.4 inches, with a juicy vein that appears on one side (left) whenever he’s about to cum. His dick is generally the same shade as the rest of him, but the tip is flushed the cutest red, a silver prince albert adorning his cock - absolutely fine piece of jewlery.
A uniform thickness up down n all around, nice succulent balls that fit perfectly in your mouth, uncircumsized. You can’t miss with that one.
Shuji Hanma is intimidating off of his size alone. He’s on the skinnier side, but the eight mouth-watering inches he whips out of his pants would make any whore scramble to close their legs. It has a bit of a taper, thickest at it’s base and getting slightly narrow toward the head. It’s a little crooked.
A man who cares a lot about style, he maintains a thick but very neat and symmetrical bush. His balls fit pretty snugly in the palm of your hands. They’re a little wrinkly, but not the worst you’ve ever seen.
Those bitches hang. Whenever he fucks the pap pap sound of his balls clapping the back of your ass is so prevalent its a little hypnotizing and disorienting. Hanma is circumsized.
Mean Mr. Muto Yasuhiro is probably the biggest you’ve seen out of the line up. He stands at a polite eight point four, and though slightly bigger than Hanma he is thicker by a decent amount. Any partner of Muto’s often has trouble finding someone who can stack up - after he pounds the shape of his dick into them, nothing else can satisfy. He has an uncircumsized dick and enough foreskin that he has a noticeable hood. He shears himself all the way down, not a bush or even a lick of hair above his dick. He doesn’t do much with his balls besides trim them. Muto has a nice pair of huevos - they look like two larger than average eggs.
Chifuyu has a cute dick, but the size he’s working with is pretty common. He’s five and some odd inches, a little skinny at the base but thick at the top. He has a very nice cockhead, perfectly shaped like a mushroom cap, looks like it might be fun to suck on. When it’s hard it bounces up against his stomach, raring to go.
I personally believe Nahoya has dick game on 100, but isn’t packing never before seen heat. He’s just shy of six inches, typical thickness…
His balls look nice. He’s uncircumsized but has a very minimal amount of foreskin, a nicely rounded cockhead and a slight upward curve that can really make a bitch arch their back y’kno?
Hakkai has a big ol’ dick he’s too embarassed to do anything with. He’s seven in a half inches and worries exponentially about breaking his partners in half. The boy has girth, he’s trying to have fun, not put his honey in a hospital bed. Hakkai isn’t really wise to all that manscaping biz, but he doesn’t grow much hair down their naturally.
His dick so heavy that it hangs down low, and honestly he’s a little embarrassed about his size. The apprehension in his partners eyes, something about it squeezes his heart in the least pleasant of ways. Phat nuts obviously (this is me we’re talking about) that rest very snugly beneath his cock. Circumsized.
Souya doesn’t think his dick is anything special because he has 0 frame of reference - what’s average, what’s small. He’s definitely bigger than average, a healthy 6.7 inches with fat nuts full of cum to boot. It’s really nice. Well proportioned, mouth watering kind of cock - with a curly little nest of hair. Emphasis on little - Souya appreciates good hygiene.
His dick is really sensitive too. Handjobs can turn him into a whiny mess, never mind a warm mouth or a wet hole. Uncircumsized.
Sanzu has a nice seven inches, on the skinny side and wholly pale like the rest of his body. He really doesn’t know how to handle the thing, awkward instead of suave, mostly worried about getting the sensation without paying mind or merit to how to angle it to make you moan like how those pornstars he’s seen do. It frustrates him to no end, but he’s also stubborn and doesn’t like being instructed - just prefers you take it and not complain. He is circumsized.
Last but not least, Kazutora. He’s not coming out on top, but he’s decently thick all around - not as thick as Baji but by heavens and lords above he knows how to use it. He actually prefers blowjobs to some extent so he can see and hear you gag - makes him feel much bigger. He has unremarkable balls. They exist, nothing to write home about. He has really soft hair, so when he’s ramming his cock down your throat, you don’t feel like you’re kissing a cactus - which is a nice change of pace.
He’s about 6.3 inches, and is uncircumcised.
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nsfw alphabet - johnny "soap" mactavish
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♡ a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
- When you finally manage to wear him out or firmly tell him you can't take any more, Johnny's full of praise. He wants you to know he's proud of you, whether it's for letting him beat one of his personal records or setting one of your own or just taking as much as you did. You'll have to keep a case of bottled water in the bedroom somewhere, too, because he's worried about you getting dehydrated after all the... fluids lost. Isn't big on cleaning up, though. He prefers you teary-eyed, sweaty, and filled.
♡ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
- He's got an unusual fixation on your throat, tbh. The way it looks covered in bitemarks and hickies, wrapped by his hand or bulging from his dick, how soft it feels under his lips. He thinks you're gorgeous, obviously, and he loves you so wholly and entirely that he's just so hard-pressed to pick favorites, buuuuuuuut... 👀
On him, though? Johnny is a big fan of his chest. If anyone somehow misses the stock of his arms, they definitely can't overlook his broad, muscular chest. It's his secondary intimidation factor; a silent assurance of your continuous safety at a glance. He loves the nights you fall asleep on those built-in pillows or the way your hands look almost alarmingly small in comparison when you lean in to kiss him.
♡ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
- Johnny is such a menace about it. He'll cum inside you just to eat it back out and spit it in your mouth. Or he'll finish on your face and smear it around with the tip of his cock, telling you how good it is for your skin. It's cute when you pout about being sticky - gets him hard all over again, listening to you chastise him for making such a mess.
♡ d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
- He has this wild fantasy of watching his team run a train on you. The thought of you being stuffed by his friends, filled to the brim with at least half a dozen loads, none of which are his... yet. He'll take his turn when they're done with you and you're begging for him because no one else can please you quite the way Johnny can.
♡ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
- Ain't no way a man that pretty and persistent hasn't racked up a body count. He definitely knows by now exactly what he's doing, especially after taking the time to memorize your body the way he has. He knows where to kiss, where to touch, how much pressure to use, everything. There's not a single secret he can't suss out from the little sounds or miniscule movements. He's observant to a fault. Makes him a solid soldier and an even better lover.
♡ f = favorite position
- Face down, ass up. He wants that back in a deep arch, halfway muffled screams while your head is pressed into the mattress, bruises on the fat of your hips from his vise-like grip. He'll settle for bending you over anything nearby, though. He loves watching your ass jiggle with the force of every vicious thrust, could cum just from the sound alone.
♡ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
- Johnny is a goofball on his best days, but he tends to be significantly less jokey during sex. Not to say he doesn't find ways to make you laugh where he can, but his focus is definitely on seeing how many orgasms he can wring out of you instead.
♡ h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
- He def manscapes when he's home. Gets the stray brow hairs waxed and shaves down just enough to keep a stubbled appearance on his jaw. Trims the downstairs pretty short as well, but only so he has to do it less often.
(Soap once shaved his pubes into a mohawk. And I do mean mohawk. He grew out a landing strip with the intention of spiking it up so that the curtains literally matched the drapes. 🙄)
♡ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
- Johnny has his own form of intimacy. The romantic aspect really stays out of the bedroom - he'll make dinner, bring home flowers, no-occasion presents, surprise drop-ins while you're working, holding your hand any time you go out together, etc. He's pure adrenaline and carnal need when he wants you. There are times where he's less fuck, more make love, but those are few and far between in comparison to the opposite.
♡ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
- Johnny’s cranking his hog daily, sometimes multiple times a day. The dopamine release is his cure-all. Bad mood? Nut. Minor aches and pains? Nut. Missing his pretty lil thing while on missions? Nut. Even thinking about you? Nutnutnutnutnut.
♡ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
- Spit. He'll spit on your holes just to watch it dribble or use it as lube to finger you. He'll spit in your mouth and beg you to spit in his. He'll make you sick on his fingers just to smear it across your face. It's one of his many possessive tactics; a method of branding you as his without leaving those love bites that your coworkers and family question.
♡ l = location (favorite places to do the do)
- He doesn't really have a favorite. Anywhere is fair game, and there's no such thing as inconvenient. He'll obey laws, of course, but that's where his fence ends. It's only natural, after all, and who doesn't admire the beauty of nature?
♡ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- lbr, a stiff breeze would probably brick him up, but he's been found to be particularly fond of you wearing his clothes. He once put his SAS beret on you when you picked him up from the airport; that was a game changer. He spent weeks afterward "forgetting" his sweatshirts at your flat (conveniently always a size too big for you), left his house slippers on the side of his bed reserved for your stays, always put his hats on you when it was even slightly chilly... Johnny has that possessive streak, and anything of his on you riles him up something awful.
♡ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
- He isn't big on the idea of any sort of bodily functions or fluids aside from cum, spit, or that time of the month. It's not like he's disgusted by any of it - sometimes things happen spur of the moment, and he's seen it all at some point or another - but the thought of intentionally invoking it doesn't do anything for him.
♡ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
- He's a giver, through and through. Whatever you're willing to dish, he'll gladly take and return tenfold. Your mouth makes him cum? That talented tongue is coaxing three electric orgasms out of you at bare minimum. He knows exactly what he's doing.
♡ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
- Johnny is vicious. He's brutal. He's merciless. It brings him unparalleled joy to hear you complain about being sore or see the little hitch in your step from the strain. He's equally stiff, muscles grumbling every time he moves, and he loves it.
♡ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
- Quickies are 100% a necessity. Often, there isn't quite enough time for extended play, and he damn sure won't allow for something a silly as time restraints to stop him from showing his undying appreciation for you.
♡ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
- Johnny prides himself on being willing to try just about anything twice; once for the experience, once to decide if he enjoys it. He's always down to test his own limits.
♡ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
- This could go without saying, really. John MacTavish is basically the Energizer Bunny™️. He's got a seemingly endless supply of energy that keeps him going for hours. Legit, it's not unusual for one round to last over half an hour, and he'll shoot for 3-5 consistently. Can't ever get enough. He lives for being inside you in any way he can.
♡ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
- There is a free-standing cabinet in the bedroom that is FULL of various toys. You both use them, on yourselves and each other. Nothing wrong with a little extra simulation (or a lot 👀). There's also a stockpile of lubes, toy cleaners, and massage oils. Better to be prepared for anything!
♡ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
- Surprisingly, he's not a huge tease. Soap is pretty blunt about his wants. He'll make his advances through lingering touches in certain spots, but the intent is not to get you worked up. It's more along the lines of silent communication to see if you reciprocate the mood. Any teasing he may do comes in the form of foreplay.
♡ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
- It's a well-known fact that Johnny is physically incapable of being quiet when he isn't required to be. That man even talks in his sleep. In bed is no exception. He's not shy in the slightest about how good you make him feel, always growling in your ear about how you were made for him. It's like he can't filter his thoughts because he will pant out the most vile shit when he's inside you.
♡ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
- Soap is really into anal play, both giving and receiving. He'll do 90% of the prep work for you if you let him, and on multiple occasions, he's cum from rimming alone - no additional simulation needed.
♡ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- He's all corded muscle and chisled features, an inverted pyramid made of solid marble. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and slim hips cut into a perfect V.
6", cut, above average thickness, slight right curve
♡ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
- His drive is fucking obnoxious. It's through the roof. Johnny is always keyed up and ready to go at a moments notice (not that he isn't constantly trying anyways). He cannot keep his hands to himself for any reasonable amount of time.
♡ z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
- On the nights where you can successfully wear him out, Johnny is out cold in minutes. He'll fall asleep halfway on top of you, careless to how quickly you'll lose feeling in the arm he's weighing down. He won't wake as you eventually wiggle yourself out, either.
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Painless- Part 3
Here is the newest part of my Henry Cavill series, any feedback would be lovely I hope you all like it. There is a lot of fluff ahead.
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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.
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(Y/n) pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she slowly walked through the reception doors and approached the desk on her left. She couldn't count the times she had walked through these doors over the years, sometimes because Toby had a fever, other times because they suspected he had broken something. A lot of the time it was when he had a fall and the school just weren't sure what to do with him when he could have no physical symptoms so there was a fifty fifty chance he was either fine or injured.
All of those times (Y/n) had walked in here for Toby specifically, this time she was here for Levi. That was something that didn't happen very often.
"Hi, I'm here for Levi Cavill." (Y/n) could feel something swirling in her stomach when she realised it was Rachel behind the desk today. From her many visits, (Y/n) had gotten to know the staff and the teachers very well, and Rachel wasn't the nicest receptionist here.
She was snotty and crude unless it was Henry who came in to collect the boys, then she was all sugar and roses and no attitude.
"Yes, he's just waiting through here."
Hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder, (Y/n) managed a tight-lipped smile and followed the older woman down the corridor on the right and over to a small office. The smile on her face morphed into a look of surprise when (Y/n)'s sight set on both the twins, not just one. Toby was waiting for her too.
"Hey boys, how we doing?" (Y/n) let her bag slide down to the floor before she knelt down in front of the pair of them.
The room they had been placed in was relatively small, much like a cleaning cupboard with a tiny desk squashed up beneath the window at the far end and two chairs against the wall on the left. Levi was sat with his head on his knees, groaning quietly while Toby was perched next to him with an arm around his shoulders.
For all their differences, the twins were close. They were identical in their features, their lean figures and tall height they inherited from Henry and his brothers. But Levi had his brown curls trimmed short whereas Toby liked to grow them longer, like Henry. And Toby had a lot of little white scars around his lips, in the corners of his eyes and littering his arms and hands from unintentionally biting and scratching himself as a toddler.
"Levi, baby, you okay?" (Y/n) smoothed her hands up and down his sides, trying to coax him to sit up and look at her and when he did, she took a sharp breath.
His nose was turning a dark shade of rouge and purple and there was dried blood smeared down his lips and chin and a wad of tissues crumpled up on his lap that looked more like a red hankie than white tissue paper.
Nobody said he'd had a nose bleed, if they did (Y/n) would have told them to sit with him and get him a cold compress because when Levi had a nosebleed, it could last for a while. All she got told was he'd had a fall and banged his head and they thought it was best if he went home early.
"You didn't mention the nosebleed," Her hands stayed on his sides but she didn't like the look she received when she turned her head to see Rachel.
"Does it matter?"
(Y/n) shook her head and took a deep breath before she looked back at her boys to see Toby smiling gently at her and Levi jotting his eyes from side to side like he was seeing spots.
"Do you feel alright, baby?"
"Yeah, I can see now and my head isn't splitting anymore."
"What did you do?"
"He tripped on someone's bag and smacked his head into the table, he blacked out for a few seconds then had the nosebleed." Toby started to swing his legs back and forth on the chair but he felt like shrinking when he watched his mum's eyes widen and her expression turned to stone. He could see her shaking with anger and her lips curl up with venom before she got up and when she stood in front of them, it made Toby feel like she was a warrior protecting them from a threat.
"I wasn't told he'd blacked out as well. The next time you call me regarding my kids, I expect the full story and to be fully informed or me and my husband will be down here having a meeting with your principal. I'm taking my boys home now."
She knew it had to be a bad fall for the school to suggest Levi go home early, they only did that regarding Toby because they didn't want to be liable for him becoming ill after a fall. But (Y/n) needed to know the full story, what if she couldn't come down soon enough and Levi passed out while he was waiting for her and Henry? What if the school hadn't decided to call her and he got worse? (Y/n) had a right to know what happened to her children.
She hooked her bag onto her shoulder before she wrapped her arms around Levi and helped him up, relieved when he seemed steady on his feet and he had a bit more colour to his cheeks now.
"Come on."
Both her hands rested on either twin's back and with a stern look, (Y/n) guided them out of the room and past reception. There was no way (Y/n) was letting Toby go back to class for another hour. She wasn't going back home to come back and pick him up in less than an hour, it wasn't worth it and it wouldn't be fair to make him stay when Levi was going home early.
Levi grinned and leaned his head on his mum's shoulder when he heard her mumble 'stupid woman' under her breath.
"Go mum, that was great."
"Are you sure you feel alright? I have a surprise for both of you, but only if you feel up to it." (Y/n) looped her arms around their shoulders and reeled them both into her sides.
"I'm okay, nosebleed stopped, just got a headache. What's the surprise?" Levi sniffed and swiped the back of his hand beneath his nose, but his eyes were full of intrigue as he stared up at (Y/n). Neither twin could imagine what kind of surprise she had in mind. It wasn't a special day, it was Friday, sure, but it wasn't anyone's birthday or a family holiday or a trip.
Usually a surprise was going out to see their grandparents or aunts and uncles or going out for a family meal. Sometimes they had the big surprises, but (Y/n) always kept those a tight-lipped secret. Like when their dad was filming away and they got a surprise trip to go visit him, none of them knew until (Y/n) packed their bags and said they were leaving right then and there. That had been a great surprise.
"It's dad! He's in the car!" Toby clapped his hands when he saw (Y/n)'s car up ahead and immediately noticed the unmistakeable figure sitting in the passenger seat. Henry was home, he had been gone for the past three days doing a mixture of training and small shoots, they weren't expecting him home until Sunday night.
"Well, your dad's just a bonus, you'll find out the real surprise soon."
Both twins ran ahead of (Y/n) to reach the car and they wasted no time in ripping open the front door to see Henry. It was a small struggle for both of them to squeeze through and clamber part-way inside so they could launch themselves onto Henry and hug him.
"Hey! Did you miss me?" Henry coiled an arm around each of them, trying not to wheeze when Levi laid half over his lap to hug him and Toby leaned on his chest with his arms around his neck. He kissed the top of their heads when a round of 'yes!' and 'of course' got muttered into his skin like prayers.
"I had a nosebleed," Levi tilted his head up enough for Henry to move his hand and cup his chin, narrowing his eyes with a frown when he saw the streaked blood on his face and his battered nose that was certainly going to swell up soon.
"Jesus, Levi, what did you do? You're gonna have a black eye you know." Henry busied himself finding the pack of wipes in the glove box and cleaned the blood away. They couldn't go out with him looking like someone had boxed him in the face.
"Fell into the table, Mr James made everyone wait outside when he thought I passed out." As horrid as he felt at the time and how awful it had been when his vision went black and his head started to spin, it had been a whirlwind. He heard everyone get evacuated out into the hallway- everyone except Toby, and Mr James had tried to sit him up and nearly choked when Levi started to speak and his vision came back to him. He almost thought an ambulance might be coming to assess him.
"The receptionist didn't tell me that," (Y/n) muttered quietly when she climbed into the driver's seat and leaned across to kiss Henry's cheek.
"Mum was great, she told her off."
"I'll bet she did," Henry quipped a smirk and glanced across at his wife before he looked back at the boys. "Right, come on get in so we can go." He patted them on the back and nudged them carefully so they could climb out and he could shut the door.
They had already picked Birdie up from nursery on the way down so they could go straight to the surprise. Levi climbed into the middle and wedged himself next to Birdie's car seat before Toby climbed in next to him and they buckled in.
"Where are we going?"
"I told you, it's a surprise, you'll have to wait and see."
"Where are we?" Both boys spoke in union as they climbed out the car and waited patiently for Henry to unbuckle Birdie and hold her in his arms. He knew she was tired and it didn't seem worth it to try and put the strap backpack on her just to walk across the car park and head inside when he could just carry her.
"You'll see when we get inside, come on." Henry kissed Birdie's head and sat her on his hip, smiling when she curled up into his chest and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She didn't care where they were, she was tired and about ready for a nap but he knew when they got inside, she would soon wake up. He held Toby's hand with his free one and they followed after (Y/n) and Levi who lead the way inside.
"Are we at a pub?" Levi leaned his head on (Y/n)'s arm when they walked through the doors. It looked like they were going out for dinner, maybe they were meeting up with family and that was the big reveal. Whatever it was, he could feel himself bubbling up with excitement at all the prospects of what they were doing and if they were meeting anyone.
Staying quiet, (Y/n) ruffled his short hair and pointed towards some doors at the back of the pub past the bar and the tables. They were coming out for dinner, but there was another reason why she had Henry had chosen to bring the kids here.
"Yes! A play area!"
Henry was quite relieved when they walked through and saw that no one else apart from the staff behind the bar were in the play area. It made things a lot easier when no one would be stood around gawking at them and no one could listen in on their conversations, especially around Toby.
The play area was a large indoor dome that had seating on the left and a large climbing area on the right. There was a ball pit, a lot of levels to climb up, some slides dotted around and foam wheels to climb through and robes to swing from and jump about in. And in the far corner, there was a softer play for toddlers like Birdie. It had a lot of foam shapes to climb on, a very small slide and ball pit and mats to crawl around on.
(Y/n) found a table near to the entrance of the play pen and sat down with all her boys following suit and Henry perched Birdie on his lap. She was tired but she was already starting to perk up when she looked around and realised what she could do here.
"You're in luck boys, no one else is here yet. Me and your dad will grab some drinks, so shoes off and go have fun."
"Wh- I can go in too?"
(Y/n) could have cried at the look of pure confusion on Toby's face but when he reached out to grab Henry's hand, she felt her chest tightening. He had been in soft play areas like this before. He had played on climbing frames in other pubs as long as someone in the family was watching over him.
But recently he hadn't been to anywhere like this. At school he couldn't do athletics or go on the climbing frame and he couldn't play football or rounders for obvious reasons. He sat and watched Levi play and it made him jealous as well as bored and restless and argumentative and both parents understood completely. They knew he deserved some fun and to be able to let off some steam and feel like a kid instead of someone who needed extra care and attention.
"It's padded foam, bud, if you fall you aren't gonna break anything." Henry pointed over to make Toby look around.
Each surface was padded with foam and colourful plastic and there were rope walkways he could climb on if he was careful. He wouldn't break something unless he had a very bad harsh fall which was unlikely. As long as he was careful not to get friction burns on the slides and didn't go too fast and bang his head on any of the plastic around the tunnels, he would be fine to let loose here.
"I can go on everything?"
"Yep. The only catch is you just have to come back out every so often for a break. If Levi starts to get hot and sweaty, you both have a drink and a sit down so you don't overheat. Other than that, get going."
Toby couldn't sweat or flush therefore he couldn't regulate his temperature and if he exercised too much without a break he could overheat his system and get a fever. As long as he took a lot of rest every ten or twenty minutes, he would be fine because otherwise he would just keep playing and playing until he was so tired that he dropped.
They used Levi as a mirror, when he started to go red and sweat or get run down then Toby knew it was time for him to have a break as well.
No more needed to be said for the twins to kick off their shoes and scramble to get into the play area and run rampid.
"Do you wanna go play, Birdie?"
"You come with me daddy?" She was already fumbling to throw her red and blue shoes on the floor before she looked up at him with big doe eyes.
"Course I will,"
"Um, will you fit in there?" (Y/n) twisted around to look behind her at the toddler section. If he was going in there he would have to crouch down to get through the small gate and then he wouldn't be able to stand up in there. He might have to crawl on his knees and there was no way Henry would fit on the small platform that led over to the slide.
"Don't I always?" He was up and following Birdie with his tongue between his teeth and a catfish grin on his face that caused (Y/n) to flush. He knew that wasn't what she meant.
(Y/n) got up and got a tray of drinks from the bar, she knew the boys would want coke, Birdie would have a fruit shoot and Henry would have a beer since (Y/n) was driving today. When the drinks were all out on the table, (Y/n) kicked off her shoes and wandered over to the toddler section with a grin on her face.
Birdie was crawling along the small platform towards the slide and Henry had somehow managed to squeeze himself through into the ball pit at the bottom of the slide, waiting patiently to catch her. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, (Y/n) pressed record and watched Birdie squeal and go down the slide on her stomach. She was relieved she put a vest on the little girl this morning or she would have friction burn on her tummy.
"There's my babygirl!"
"Again, again!"
(Y/n) crawled over to the edge to be out the way when Birdie scrambled from the ballpit to go round and do it again.
"Mum, can you come in here?"
She tilted her head back to look up and saw Levi pressed up against the mesh wire edging, his purple nose poking through the square gap and a wide grin on his face. He was near the foam beams that rolled over so kids could climb under and over them like a car wash.
"Alright," She wasn't so sure it was a good idea but she found herself crawling out and trying to find the nearest entrance to the bigger play area. The last time she had gone into a big play centre with the boys she had been pregnant with Birdie and got braxton hicks in the ball pit. It wasn't fun to have to get Henry and his brother to squeeze in and hoist her up to help her out when she was stuck on her knees like she was praying.
She weaved around a pole and found a set of stairs to climb up but when she got close to Levi, he grinned cheekily before he bolted, expecting and hoping her to chase him.
He led her around a corner, through a deep red tunnel that (Y/n) had to scuffle through, thankful that it was wide enough for her but it certainly wouldn't hold Henry with his new workout regime. Then Levi grabbed a rope and swung across a small drop that had a safety net a few feet down in case any kids couldn't swing over.
"Oh, this isn't fair." (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath but just as she was about to go for it, something caught her eye.
Henry.
He was stood at the bottom with Birdie on his shoulders, his hands on her sides and a wicked grin on his face waiting for her to jump across.
"Go on babe!"
"Go mummy." Birdie clapped her hands and the pair of them watched (Y/n) grab the middle rope, take a step back and then leap forward. It had been years since she had done anything like this but (Y/n) couldn't deny how good it felt to be playing with the kids instead of worrying about them all the time. Or fearing that she was being too strict on Toby and therefore limiting Levi as well to try and even things out or get them to play fair with each other.
She reached the other side without falling on her arse or landing on her knees but she did wobble into the side and push back off the net to regain momentum and balance.
When she got to Levi, she reached out and hit his bum, shouting 'you're it' before bypassing him and trying to make a break for it.
"Mum," Toby jumped down from the climbing levels he was on when he saw her skid round the corner next to him. He didn't realise she had decided to come in and play with them but it made him smile brightly all the same.
"Levi's it, start running baby." (Y/n) let him take her hand and guide her down a different direction and they hurried over a little rope bridge that wobbled left and right as they walked. "Can I get down that?" (Y/n) eyed the blue slide warily when Toby pointed at it with a smile.
It was a curved slide and then a straight drop down into the large ballpit at the bottom, it didn't bend too much so (Y/n) wouldn't get stuck around each corner, but the slide itself looked small.
"Yeah you will, dad wouldn't though, he's massive." He buffed out his shoulders and took a deep breath to try and imitate Henry but he was too skinny to pretend he had much muscle.
"It's called muscle, baby. Alright quick before I change my mind."
Toby sat down first and (Y/n) sat behind him, coiling her legs around him and giving them a push to get them down.
Levi wasn't far behind them, by the time they landed in the ball pit and tried to scramble out the way, he was shooting down like a bullet and wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, binding himself to her back with a laugh almost identical to Henry's.
"Boys, time to take a break, come grab a drink." Henry waited near the exit to the ball pit, drifting his eyes from the boys over to Birdie to check she was actually still sat down at the table where he left her five feet away. He knew what she was like, she would run off to try and find him in a blind panic if she couldn't see him. He reached his arm out when the boys clambered out and he patted their backs, holding onto Toby's shoulder when he stuck to his side like glue.
"Henry grab her!" (Y/n) tripped trying to reach the small oval gap in the mesh to get out but she frantically pointed over to the table at Birdie.
The four year old had both hands clasped around Henry's beer bottle that was dangerously close to her lips. If she tried to drink that she would make herself sick, the one time Levi had done that as a child he threw up at least three times from the taste and bubbles.
"Birdie no, no put it down!"
Henry let go of Toby and bolted back over to the table just as Birdie took a small gulp and his raised voice sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she coughed, spilling a bit of beer down her top as a lot of it dribbled past her lips. He never used his authorative voice with her, she wasn't used to hearing him be so loud and stern.
When he reached her he snatched the bottle back and held it high up so she couldn't try and prize it away from him and with his other arm he hooked it around her waist and picked her up, sitting her back on his hip.
"You can't drink that babygirl, you'll be sick, that's daddy's drink."
He swirled the glass a little to check how much she had but she barely had a full mouthful and some of it was dribbled down onto her top so he knew she would be fine.
His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line when she started to whimper and reach her tiny hands out, whining to try and get it back even though he could tell by her expression that she hadn't liked the taste. She wanted it simply because Henry had it.
"Daddy…"
When he could see tears in her eyes, Henry tipped his head back and started to drink the beer, not stopping until he drained the full bottle in one go. He could feel the boys staring at him and Birdie reached her hands out and pawed at his neck and chest like a cat.
"Nope, all gone now babygirl, it's empty." He set the bottle back down on the table before he sat down with her on his lap and handed her the fruit shoot instead. Rolling his eyes when she huffed in disappointment. "Fine, I'll drink this too,"
"No daddy!" She almost screamed when Henry raised the small purple bottle to his lips and this time he let her snatch it back from him and start to guzzle the juice.
He leaned back in his chair, raising a brow at his little girl when she snuggled down into his chest and torso, drinking her juice like she was still a baby nursing a bottle. And when he cast his eyes over at the boys, they were looking around the play area with smiles, clearly plotting what they were going to do next.
It always set something off in Henry's chest when he looked at the differences between his boys. Levi was flushed red which mingled with his slowly bruising nose, but his cheeks were a good shade of pink, sweat was glistening on his forehead and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Toby was just panting lightly, he wasn't sweating, he wasn't flushed and the hairs on his arms weren't moving to release heat. He could spike a fever at any moment and they wouldn't know at all.
He gave no outward signs that he might be ill and that upset Henry, it was why he and (Y/n) were so careful with him, they had to be. Toby's condition was rare, there were less than a thousand recorded cases of CIPA and half of those were adults who developed it, not people who were born with it. Some kids died from this condition with undiagnosed illnesses or burns gone bad or infections.
And it always occurred to Henry as strange that Levi didn't get the same condition. They were identical twins, they shared the same DNA yet there was just one little thing different in Toby's DNA that set him apart and gave him this condition. It was like a fatal flaw he couldn't help nor get rid of.
Henry remembered when they were expecting the twins and (Y/n) was worried about telling them apart. She thought if they were identical they would get them mixed up, she fretted about finding ways to know which infant was which until they got older. It didn't take long for Toby's condition to be discovered and from that moment onwards, there was no way of getting them mixed up.
"Mum, will you go on that slide with us?" Toby pointed up to the black slide looming high at the back of the play area. It was the tallest one with a long slope and a quick curve just before the bottom.
"Uh, I don't think so baby. But your dad might fit on that one," (Y/n) glanced across at Henry and watched him furrow his brow and look between the kids and the slide they were pointing at.
"I think I'd have to lie down to fit in that slide, boys." The slides were supposed to be big enough for adults to go down them with their kids, but Henry was over six foot tall and he was broad, it might be a bit of a squeeze. But when he looked at the boys, he didn't know how to say no. "I suppose I can give it a try, let's pray I don't get stuck."
"Yes!"
"Me and Birdie will get a video for you." (Y/n) got to her feet and held her hand out for her little girl who clung to her with a broad smile.
The boys went one way with Henry stooped over behind them and (Y/n) guided Birdie round the side and towards the back where the crash mat was stuck down at the bottom of the slide. She stood far enough back so the boys wouldn't knock her over and Birdie stood at the side, holding onto the large rim of the slide and peered over, waiting impatiently for the boys to come down so she could surprise them.
It took a few minutes before the girls finally heard the excited screeches and yells from the boys thundering down the slide and (Y/n) crouched down with her phone out in front of her.
But she rolled her lips together tightly to stop herself from laughing when they all came down.
Toby was first, bumping onto the crash mat like a stone skipping on water before he rolled onto his side in fits of laughter. Half a second behind him with his legs still around Toby's hips, Levi came shooting out holding his head and cradling his nose to stop the dizziness and in case he spurted another nosebleed out of nowhere.
And a few seconds behind them, Henry's legs came into view.
"Oh fuck,"
(Y/n) cut the video before she laughed or got scolded and knelt down along with the boys as all three of them peered up into the slide. Henry almost made it out, they could see his feet and his trousers before his hands banged down on the plastic slide causing a thunderous noise to vibrate through. He wasn't exactly stuck, but he didn't quite get to the end of the slide either. He was left shuffling out of the tube with a flushed face and raised brows, just daring any of them to laugh.
"Are you stuck daddy?" Birdie chirped happily as she leaned around the slide and slowly crawled into the end.
"No I am not stuck," He gruffed but his face softened when his girl crawled across and took his hand before she started toddling back out the slide, pulling him with her as if she had the strength and momentum to actually drag him out all by herself. "Thank you princess," His voice mellowed and he rolled onto his knees so he could stand up and he smiled when Birdie took his hand again and stood by his side.
"Sweetheart, I did-"
"Don't you dare," Henry pointed his finger at (Y/n) and she held her hands up, swallowing her laugh as she nodded. Telling him I told you so was only going to make him feel embarrassed.
"Too much muscle, dad." Toby whispered quietly with a nod of his head before he turned to face his mum, unable to contain his laughter any longer.
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The Origins of Honeybee || part 2
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synopsis: Bob gets a call from the woman who's had his heart in her hands for the past decade. Bea tries to forget the real reason she showed up on Bob's doorstep
word count: 3.0k
warnings: religious trauma, teen pregnancy, mentions of depression, adoption, mentions of verbal abuse, running away, mentions of distorted eating, language
Bob’s hands were sweaty as he stood in the middle of the airport. He kept moving the bouquet of sunflowers and yellow roses from hand to hand so he could wipe his palms on his khakis. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over five years and suddenly, you were flying across the country and showing up on his doorstep. The call had been cryptic, but Bob gathered enough from the waiver in your voice, and he didn’t hesitate to buy you a plane ticket.
It wasn’t that Bob wanted to cut off communication with you for the past five years, it was that you told him it was for the best. It had been too hard to try and maintain a long-distance relationship with you trying to finish your masters degree and Bob being the best WSO that he possibly could be. It hurt Bob more than anything to have to let you go, but if it was going to help you heal, then he was more than willing to break his own heart for you.
His ears perked up as he heard the overhead speaker announce what carousel your baggage would be on. Suddenly his heart started racing and his blue eyes scanned all the faces of people coming off the escalator. He wondered if he’d even be able to recognize you. How much have you changed in five years? He knows he’s changed a lot. He no longer had that extra baby fat on his cheeks, he had to shave every day or else he had a five o’clock shadow, he also kept his hair trimmed up and short for work.
“Bobby?” All his fears seemed to melt away as he heard your sweet voice fill his ears. He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise.
“Honeybee,” Bob sighed and pulled you in for a hug without a second thought. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you froze for a moment before you hugged him back. He pulled away and awkwardly held the bouquet of flowers out for you, “These are for you.”
“Thank you, Bobby,” You said and took the flowers from him.
Bob nodded and stuffed his hands into your pockets, “Your uh, your bags are on carousel-”
“I didn’t bring much,” You said and gestured to the duffle bag down by your feet, “This was all I took.”
Bob nodded again, his eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion. That was one thing that seemed to have changed throughout the years. He could remember when you moved in with him junior year, and how his closet and dresser were overrun with your clothing and shoes. But now, it looked like you packed up all your belongings into a duffle bag and a backpack.
“Well, are you hungry?”
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You were starving, and it took all your willpower not to scarf down the burger in front of you. You took your time to chew your food, savoring the taste of something with flavor. Your diet as of late consisted of buttered pasta and oatmeal. You could tell Bob was chomping at the bit to ask why you had called him of all people. It had been five years since you spoke to him, and now you were sitting across from him in San Diego with nothing more than two bags and a hundred dollars in your bank account.
“Have you heard from Ava and Natalie?” Bob asked and you sucked in a breath, “I-I was just wondering since-”
“No, I haven’t talked to them,” You said and twirled the straw in your drink around, “She uh. . . she called last week. It caught me totally off guard.”
Bob smiled, “Yeah, I got a call too. She knew it was my birthday and told Natalie she wanted to talk to me.”
“Natalie says Eloise likes numbers. She’s a lot like you in that regard.”
“She got lucky,” Bob said, looking down at the food in front of him, “She’s got four parents who love her to the moon in back.”
Everyone in town thought that you and Bob were making a mistake when you decided to give your baby up for adoption. But you both knew it was the best option for her. You were young, still a child yourself, and didn’t know how you were going to raise a baby in a town that had turned your back on you. When the word spread that you were having a child out of wedlock, you had been fired from the daycare center, their reasoning was you weren’t a “good role model” for the children. You had been asked to not come back to church unless you and Bob were getting married. You were spiraling into a depression and it got to the point where you were hardly getting out of bed to eat or take care of yourself. You didn’t know how you could raise a baby, someone who was going to be 100% dependent on you if you couldn’t even find the strength to get out of bed in the morning.
You were actually the one to make the suggestion to Bob one day. He at first was against it. Bob couldn’t stand the thought of someone else raising his child. But then he heard your side of things, listened to your reasoning, and watched you with tears in your eyes tell him that this was the best thing you could give your child. Bob sat by your side through every single meeting with your adoption counselor, met with all the potential couples, and listened to their speeches on why they would be the perfect parent for your child. It was hard for you two to settle on a couple, not that any of them were bad people, they just were all too stiff, giving you the car salesmen’s pitch. That was until you met Ava and Natalie.
Your adoption agent told you that it was harder for same-sex couples to adopt and they often get overlooked. Ava and Natalie had tried for years to conceive on their own but were met with tragedy after tragedy. You weren’t sure what drew you to them, maybe it was the way that Natalie talked to you like you were a lifelong friend, or maybe it was the way that Ava could relate to Bob’s desire to want to move the hell out of Montana. But after that first meeting with them, you knew that they were the perfect pair to raise your baby.
It had been the hardest day of your life, placing your baby in someone else's arms and watching them walk away with her. Bob had to physically keep you from crashing to the ground as you tearfully waved goodbye to your daughter Eloise and her new parents. It hurt like hell, but you knew that it was the best choice for her and the two of you. And you had been right in choosing Ava and Natalie. The two of them kept you and Bob in the loop when it came to milestones with Eloise, sending you pictures and videos and holiday art projects. Every year you and Bob sent a birthday gift for Eloise and her parents would send you a video of her opening it in return.
Ten years later, the ache in your chest still didn’t go away, and the same with Bob. He thought about Eloise constantly, and every night he would say a small prayer for God to watch over and protect her. He also always said a prayer for you too, that wherever you were on the planet you were doing alright. Bob told himself, if he ever got the chance to sit down with you again, he wasn’t going to pry and ask a thousand questions about what you had been doing, but he couldn’t help it.
There was just something off about you, and he had to know.
“Honeybee, I-” Bob leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.
“Bea,” You said, cutting him off, “Please. . . Don’t call me ‘honeybee’.”
Bob nodded and sat back in his chair a bit, “I’m glad you called me but. . . what’s going on? Are you okay? If you’re in trouble I can-”
“I-” You opened your mouth a couple of times and then looked down at your hands. You let out a shaky sigh, running your hand through your hair, “I had to leave, Bobby. I can’t say much more than that, and please, don’t ask.”
Bob’s blue eyes narrowed at you. You didn’t have anything physically wrong with you that Bob could see, but there was no light behind those eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Your hair seemed dull, and he noticed that your smile didn’t quite stretch across your face like it used to. But, if there was one thing Bob had been good at, it was keeping a secret.
So, Bob did the one thing that he knew would bring you so much comfort. He extended out his pinky and held it towards you. You smiled at him, a genuine smile, and wrapped your pinky around his.
“I swear,” You both said at the same time, kissing the pads of your thumbs and then pressing them together.
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Bob hadn’t allowed you to rent a hotel room. In fact, the moment you told him that you had gotten one, he made you cancel it. He had a decent house off base that always felt too big to him. He insisted that you take his room, while he took the guest room. The reasoning he gave was that it had an attached bathroom, and he wanted you to have as much privacy as you could get in the two-bedroom house.
It had been almost two weeks of living with Bob. You two had slowly fallen into a normal routine as you had never been apart for the last five years. You didn’t even need an alarm clock to wake up at the same hour as Bob did. While he got in the shower and shaved for work, you found your way to his kitchen (which you went and stocked. . . after calling his mother and having her scold him for having nothing but boxed macaroni and cheese) and started breakfast and making lunch for him.
Bob would join you right as the toast would pop up from the toaster, and pour two cups of coffee for the both of you. He would then help you clean the kitchen, as you packed up his lunch, and set in by the front door with his backpack, a travel mug, and a snack for when he’d go to the gym after work. And every morning, just like when he went to work for Ol’ Man Silverspoon, you’d stand on the front porch and watch him pull out of the driveway in that old Ford pick-up he refused to get rid of.
Slowly, the Dagger squad noticed the changes in Bob. Phoenix was the first to notice, being one of the closest members to him. She noticed that his flight suits smelled like lavender and he was actually bringing a healthy lunch to work instead of his usual honeybuns and cheetohs from the vending machine. She also noticed that he would leave the Hard Deck earlier than usual on Friday nights, and would hardly talk to anyone on the weekends.
Phoenix was sitting across from her sister in the breakroom, enjoying their lunch, well, Dragon hastily picked at hers, her morning sickness still getting the best of her, when Bob came and joined them. Both of the girls greeted him, as he sat and opened his lunch box.
“Here,” Bob said, “I was told you should try this.” He handed a small baggie of chips to Dragon. The Trace girl furrowed her eyebrows at him, “They’re ginger kettle chips. I was told that they help with morning sickness.”
“You know that ginger helps with morning sickness?” Dragon asked.
Bob just shrugged, “My mom said it always does the trick.”
Dragon nodded, pushing away the salad that Bradley had packed for her, and opened the bag of chips. She took a sniff of them, before pulling one out and biting it slowly. She chewed it before looking at her sister with wide eyes.
“Holy shit, these are actually good,” Dragon laughed.
“Told ya,” Bob chuckled, taking out the ham sandwich you had packed him, “Honeybee knows what she’s doing.”
“Honeybee?” Phoenix asked. Bob stopped about mid-bite and realized what he had just said.
“I-”
“Robert Michael Floyd, do you have a woman?!” Phoenix smiled, and Bob blushed, setting his sandwich down.
“It’s a complicated story,” Bob said, “We were together, a long time ago, but we separated and now she’s back, and I-”
“Are all blushy, gushy,” Dragon said, nudging him. Bob shook his head and looked down at his food, “Well, she made me and my baby happy, so I already like her.”
“It’s very easy to make you and your baby happy. I watched you eat pickles and peanut butter yesterday,” Phoenix pointed out.
“Bean’s got exquisite taste,” Dragon moved her eyebrows up and down as she placed her hand on her belly and leaned back in her chair, “And speaking of Bean, they are sitting on my bladder,” She pushed herself up from the chair, “Tell ‘honeybee’ thank you for the chips.”
The second that her sister was gone, Phoenix turned and faced her WSO. Bob clenched his jaw, trying his best to keep the red from creeping up his cheeks under Phoenix’s stare. From the moment they met, Bob hadn’t kept a single thing from her. She was his best friend, his closest confidant. He told her everything about Bea, and Elosie and how his heart still belonged to her after all these years.
“I was going to tell you,” Bob sighed, “I just. . . I wanted to have a little more time with her by myself before I told you, and then everyone.”
“I get it,” Phoenix nodded and put her hand on his forearm, “You don’t have to tell me every-”
“It’s what makes us a good team.” Phoenix smiled and nodded. Bob was right, their open and honest relationship was what made them one of the best pilot/co-pilot duos in the military.
“It does, but I know how much she and Elosie mean to you,” Phoenix said, “How is she?”
“She’s. . .” Bob sighed, “She acts and looks like the same Honeybee, but there’s something different. Something, I don’t know, off? I just can’t quite-” The sound of Bob’s phone buzzing in his pocket cut him off. He furrowed his eyebrows as he reached into his chest pocket, pulling his phone out, “Hello?.. What? No, slow down, I can’t. . . No! Don’t just. . . I’ll be home in five,” He stood up abruptly from the table, gathering his trash in his hand, “Whatever you do, Honeybee, do not leave. I’ll be right there.”
“What’s going on?” Phoenix asked, standing up.
“Not sure, but she says she has to run. That he’s found her.”
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You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks as you paced back and forth in Bob’s kitchen. You had finally been able to catch your breath after doing some of the breathing exercises your therapist had coached you on. Your hands still felt numb and tingly as you looked at the packed duffle bag on the floor right next to the door.
The second you answered the unknown call, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. Every fiber in your being was screaming at you to not answer it, but you did anyway. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, as the breath was stolen from your lungs. You had thought that you escaped it. That you had done everything you could to run away from him and the monsters that were still out there. The man you had hired to make it look like you had vanished without a trace said it had worked.
You jumped at the sound of the front door being pushed open. Closing your eyes and taking slow breaths, you listened as Bob’s footsteps entered into the kitchen.
“Honeybee,” He sighed out.
“B-Bobby,” Your lip quivered as you ran to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you as you sobbed into his chest, “He’s found me. He’s coming for me.”
Bob pulled away from you, cradling your tear stained cheeks in his hands, “Who? Who is, Honeybee?”
“My husband.”
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My headcanons for the batfamily’s body types, in no particular order;
Jason - Big. Tall, broad, insanely big muscles hidden under a healthy layer of fat. No particular part of him is more defined, or even particularly defined at all, he’s just Big with a capital b. Absolute powerhouse, the definition of a bear.
Dick - He’s got the gymnast’s build. Probably the most “cut” of the family he’s got the trim waist and extremely defined shoulders you’d find on any high level gymnast/acrobat. Tons of muscle definition even when he’s relaxed but especially when he flexes. Most of his muscle mass is up in his shoulders, seeing him work those back shoulder muscles is a work of art. And of course, you can’t forget that iconic ass ;)
Tim - Honestly, Tim Drake is the kinda guy who looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over. Super pale and insanely skinny with very little definition. Stick thin limbs that pack a surprising punch. He’s got wiry muscles built for speed and endurance over brute strength
Damian - Best word I can think to describe Damian would be “lithe”. He’s small, still a kid and with some of that childlike roundness to his features. He’s a vegetarian which greatly reduces his potential sources of protein, so he’s definitely more on the lean side, at least for now. He may grow into a build more like Bruce’s as he ages but for now he’s short and fairly skinny.
Bruce - Think of a famous actor you’d see posing on a magazine. That’s him. Dorito figure, six pack abs, muscle definition out the ass. He’s the fucking Batman, and has an absolutely insane workout routine to boot. Super tall with the widest shoulders imaginable, but still capable of making himself soft when comforting kids (his own or other people’s).
Cass - Typical ballerina build. Super petite with a surprising amount of strength hidden behind soft slender limbs. Short with a tiny waist and no hips or chest to speak of, she’s silk over steel with an insane of muscle control she uses to make herself as soft and pretty as possible. 100% capable of knocking a man out with one punch, though you’d never know it by looking at her otherwise.
Barbara - First off, my version of Barbara is still in a wheelchair, though she definitely didn’t let that stop her from working out. She may be the girl in the chair both literally and metaphorically, but she still likes to make sure she’s fully capable of defending herself if necessary. Iirc her specific flavor of wheelchair bound is paralysis, so her legs would be fairly small with very little definition, even if she does all she can to exercise those muscles and keep them from atrophying, considering. That being said she has arm muscles for days, super strong both from working out and just using her arms to propel herself and to transfer in and out of her wheelchair. 100% capable of doing a weird little army crawl using just her arm muscles to get around in an emergency if something were to happen to her chair.
Steph - Definitely the squishiest of the girls, though considering they’re all vigilantes that doesn’t necessarily mean much. She seems like the type to have curves, and not work towards having any specific kind of figure. Think a bit of a stocky pear kind of shape. She’s definitely got some muscle definition, but not nearly as much as she could she focuses more on actually being strong than just looking it. A bit on the short side, but not overly so.
Duke: I… honestly know the least about Duke out of the whole batfamily, so he’s definitely the least defined in my head. From what I’ve got, he’s probably more than a bit lanky. I picture him being super tall but not having the body mass of Jason, Bruce, or even Dick to go with that height. Decently strong but more speed oriented, with more of a basketball player build.
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Smoking Ages You
Kappa Delta Pi was the it place on campus, and I was the king. Michael Webber, Mikey as my friends called me. There I am in the center of our group photo. We were an inseparable group of bros. Porter, Kent, Oliver, Damian, and me. Kings of the campus is what people called us. Could you blame us. We were hot, ripped, and rich, and boy did we love our cigars. Lungs be damned. There was nothing like the deep, rich scent of a perfectly aged cigar.
If there was one thing the girls on campus did not like, it was our unique love of cigars. Many girls actively avoided us. Yes, we never suffered for women, but we never got the cream of the crop. Until one night we managed to score dates with five of the hottest girls from Alpha Salem Theta. After dinner, we were sitting in the senior smoking room of our frat. Five boys with their cigars, whisky, and girls.
“Boys, could you please stop smoking. It’s disgusting,” said Porter’s date, Amber.
“Don’t you know how bad it is for you,” said Damian’s date, Chelsea.
“Boys will be boys. Stupid and idiotic till it’s too late,” said my date, the head of Alpha Salem Theta, Samantha.
“Oh, come on babe. Smoking is sexy. We are hot and you know you love it,” I said.
“I’m not your babe. Come on girls. Let’s leave these little boys,” said Samantha.
The five girls got up to leave and started walking towards the door.
My brothers and I pleaded with them to stay, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Fine! Be that way you stupid bitches. We can have any girls we want,” I said.
Samantha slowly turned around. “What did you just call us?” She was furious.
I started to stammer and then Samantha said “Girls, I thought we would let them go tonight, but since they want to be cruel, it’s time they get what’s coming their way. Boys, SIT!” she commanded.
Suddenly five chairs made their way to the center of the room and we were forced to sit down. We couldn’t move. We just kept puffing away at our cigars.
“What’s going on! Why can’t we move?” said Kent.
“Boys, we at Alpha Salem Theta practice the witchcraft of our sisters of yore that used to reside in Salem. We hate to see people throw away their lives on ridiculous things, such as cigars. You are all hot. You are smart, at least I presume you are, but you are all addicted to cigars. It is embarrassing. You act like a bunch of middle-aged men who have let themselves go. So, if that is how you want to act, why don’t you become just that.”
The girls started chanting some weird incantations. We were unable to decipher what they were saying. The wind started whipping and the room turned a vibrant red color. As it crescendo’d, it suddenly stopped.
“Ha, it didn’t work” I said.
“Just wait,” said Samantha.
Suddenly Porter started moaning. A rumbling came from his stomach and it started pushing out. His hair turned white and his hairline receded. A bushy beard grew on his face. Everywhere on his body, he gained fat. Wrinkles appeared everywhere and he aged right before his eyes. He looked like he could be 60. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds. His clothes burst at the seams and then they reformed. His blue button down resized to fit his body, his ripped jeans turned into khaki shorts and a belt wove through the loops as his shirt tucked in. All the while he puffed away on his cigar, attempting to scream, but unable to.
We all started panicking, but we couldn’t move and we continued to puff away at our cigars.
Kent was next. His stomach pushed out even faster, but didn’t grow as large as Porter’s. It almost seemed like he shrunk in height. All of his hair turned white as he aged up and a trimmed beard appeared. His white button down turned into a blue polo and his jeans expanded along with his waistline as a belt appeared. He was the mirror image of his dad.
Oliver aged the worst. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and his beard looked like something George Lucas would sport, but way worse. His jeans turned into dad jean shorts that barely fit his much-expanded waistline. He looked like an old fart that was most comfortable in his recliner. A pair of old man glasses appeared on his face. Tears were streaming down his face, but all he could do was puff.
Damian was so proud of his hair. No more. His hair receded the most, leaving him with just a ring of hair. His face hardened with age as his beard grew in. His button down turned into a white tank top tucked into his jeans as his beer belly hung over his belt. He looked like trailer trash. He went from modeling for A&F to modeling for Medicare. His flabby arms were revolting.
“And finally, for the finale, the great Mikey Webber gets taken down a peg, or five, Samantha said.
It felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rumbled so badly. Then it started growing, and growing, and growing. All the buttons popped off my shirt. My pant seams ripped. All of my hair fell off my head. I could see it on the floor around me. I was crying. I felt myself gain a second and a third chin. I had to be fatter then all my brothers. A blue button down formed over my body, and the ugliest pair of khaki shorts appeared on my body. I looked like Tony Soprano, but 10 times worse. Finally, it stopped, but it was too late. I was a man far past his prime. A tub of lard.
All of the girls laughed. “Good luck boys, with your new lives. Too bad no one is going to know who you are. Bye!” All of the girls left. We all slowly stood up and felt our new ages. Back pain and arthritis.
“My hair. It’s gone. I’m old. We are all old. How are we going to get girls now,” said Damian.
“That’s not our biggest problem. We need to find a way to switch back,” said Oliver.
Suddenly, Henry, the Junior class president walked in and started yelling. “Who the hell are you. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. Creepy old men.”
We tried explaining who we were, but to no avail. Eventually we gave up and trudged downstairs and out of the frat without any of our belongings. We walked till we found an empty front porch. I sat down, trying to come to terms with what happened. We looked at our ID’s and it still showed our old lives, meaning that no one would ever believe us when we explained who we were.
“What the fuck are we going to do. We look like people’s dads. No one is going to believe who we are,” said Porter.
“Shut up. Just let me think. We will just have to convince the girls to change us back. Just let me finish my cigar,” I said. We all stayed on that porch, smoking our cigars, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this mess. Little did we know, we were stuck like this forever, and our problems had only just begun.
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Bruised & Bloody | part 1
Eddie Munson x plus size fem!reader
summary Eddie defends your honor, never leaving unscathed, he asks you to come patch him up at his place and you learn the secret crush you've had may have been mutual. request by @psychedelephantt (im sorry this took so long but part two will be up tonight <3)
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author's note i haven't slept since watching vol 2, that shit was intense buuuuut this part is really just the pre story to the smut in part 2 but ya girl needs sleep and i wanna focus a whole fic on the filth lmao so enjoy part 1 :) not proof read plz bare w me
warning swearing, fluff, insecurity, covered by fake confidence, reader has a praise kink fs, physical violence, sexual tension, making out, leading up to smut
Always with the feeling of immediate regret. Immediate regret of what you wore, as you've been told most clothes people with your body type wear "distract" others, immediate regret of what you ate the night before knowing that you'd wake up bloated, but the biggest regret you had so far, was the regret you felt after feeling the words "go fuck yourself" leave your lips, much louder than you intended, to none other than Jason Carver. "What the fuck did you just say to me, lard ass" Jason spoke, enunciating the last words, making sure entire lunch room knew exactly who he's talking to, as everyone grew quiet from the sudden eruption.
The blood in your veins gushing hot, short breaths and pure adrenalin making you slightly dizzy. The anger you feel is so intense that you don't even notice that every eye of the student body is on you and as per usual, not a teacher in sight. You're not one to over react about these things, knowing that kids just bully to feel better about themselves. So normally you just let the comments made about your appearance slide, especially since most are too afraid to say them at a tone louder than whispering under their breath. This time though, Jason and his goons decided to pull some kindergarten shit and trip "the fat girl". A tray full of too squishy meatloaf and watery mashed potatoes covering your chest as you fell face first on the floor, landing into the five-star meal.
You stand back up, not bothering to wipe anything from your chest as all you could hear for a split second was the laughter and gasps coming from those around you. Before you could think, as Jason was walking away smirking to the rest of the basketball team, all that could pass your lips was a crescendoing "go fuck yourself" followed by a slightly lower "you piece of shit" as you look down at the mess on your chest. High school was never meant to be this hard, and I guess it wasn't for the people with a smaller pant size than an 8, a successful school sports background and a style and personality that you could only describe as Abercrombie & Bitch. Being a girl of many labels, while none of them being nice, just puts you in the overall category of outcast.
So there you were, standing in the middle of a dead silent lunch room and not being able to think of what to say, after Jason's "lard ass" comment. He stomped over to you, snatching the front trim of the neck to your shirt, balling his fist as he jolted you forward, your faces now inches apart, bringing you up with such force you were on your toes now. "Watch what you say girl, I wouldn't wanna hurt anything more than your ego today", he spat, the words spoken so harsh you felt like you could hear them grinding through his teeth. You stared at him for a moment, both of you not breaking eye contact.
Suddenly your heels hit the ground again making you stumble back, when you felt Jason abruptly let go of your shirt as he got thrown back from a swift right hook to his jaw, making him fall to the ground. You catch your balance to see none other than Eddie Munson standing over top of the jock, beaming down with a smirk on his face. "Now Jason, you've always been a dick, but now you've stooped to threatening girls? Not a great look my friend”, Eddie spoke with a sarcastic tone as the entire lunchroom stared with wide eyes at the majority ruled "freak" of Hawkins. Jason held his jaw, and without saying a word stood up, swinging a fist towards Eddie's face, Eddie leaned back dodging the first attempted hit. His eyes not leaving Jason, but as much as he knew he could dodge Jason's disoriented hits, 4 of the other basketball players came rushing towards Eddie. "Oh shit", is the last thing he said before the players proceeded to land 3 more hits to his jaw, sending him to the ground as the rest of the team landed some heavy kicks to his stomach, back and chest.
"Stop! Get off of him", you shout, pushing one of the players while they just shrugged you off from them. You go to step in again but that's when two of the teachers, who were nowhere to be found prior, run over to players, pulling them off of the boy and shouting at them to “break it up”. You run over to Eddie, who’s holding his stomach with both arms, his eyes squeezed shut with his breaths short and fast. He’s slightly curled up, he’s still lying on the floor so you crouch down and grip his shoulder, making him jump, his eyes shooting open. “Hey, it’s just me, are you okay”, you say quickly as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “Oh yeah, never been better”, even when this kid is bruised and bloody he still manages to get in a snide remark. “I can see that, come on let me help you”, you say as he takes your hand, slowly helping him up as he winces slightly holding his side with his other hand.
After a “stern” talking to in the cafeteria corner, they let Jason and the team off with just a slap on the wrist, can’t have the whole basketball team suspended the night before the championship game right? “Are you sure you’re alright, you want me to help you to the nurse or something?” I ask as Eddie sits and leans against a lunch table. “That’s alright doll, I’ll be okay” Eddie said with a low tone looking up at you with a slight smile. That smile combined with him calling you “doll” sent the blood rushing straight to your cheeks, turning your head shyly.
You weren’t usually timid like this, always putting on a confident exterior no matter how you feel, but you’ve had a thing for Eddie since middle school. The shaggy headed, carefree, ambitious, gorgeous boy had been your crush ever since you saw him play with his band way back. You always assumed he wouldn’t like a girl like you, since you saw the way he looked at the other cheerleaders, especially Chrissy Cunningham. You’ve traded a few nods down the hallway and awkward eye contact when you happen to be staring for just a little too long, but other than that you and Eddie were strangers.
“Eddie! Shit man, I thought you were dead for sure!” Dustin yelled running up to you and Eddie. “That shit was crazy, they really beat the hell outta you! But hey, at least you look super heroic, ya know defending y/n’s honor” Dustin said as Mike walked up to you guys, laughing along with Dustin. You had gym class with Mike and Dustin, which really just consisted of the three of you chumming it up in the bleachers for an hour and scratching up fake nurse notes so you guys wouldn’t have to run laps. You’d grown to love the two freshmen, they try to convince you on at least a weekly basis to join Hellfire Club, you always decline saying it’s social suicide, and they never miss the opportunity to remind you, you have no social life besides them. They knew you were always just making up cheap excuses to not join, in reality you just didn’t want to be that close with Eddie, if he didn’t even have the chance to reject you then you could just pretend it wasn’t meant to be.
“Thanks Dusty, that dickhead Carver always thinks he owns shit, but he really shouldn’t have put his hands on you”, Eddie shook his head looking over to you. “I’m used to it from the whole team by now, usually it’s just verbal but today I guess he was feeling spicier”, you said as Eddie tried to stand up, folding over holding his mid section the second his feet were planted. You reached down, throwing his arm over your shoulder trying to help prop him up. “You don’t look so good Ed, you sure you don’t need help?” Mike said as Eddie snickered under his breath. “Yes Wheeler, I’m all good, no need to go all nurse mommy on me” Eddie said, tossing your arm away and ostumbling over to the Hellfire lunch table, grabbing his lunch box. “I’m just gonna call it a day, remember find me a sheepy by tomorrow or it’s your ass” Eddie said making them both chuckle as he walked, more like limped, slowly to the cafeteria doors.
You look back at Eddie who was making his exit and run over to grab your bag. “Y/n, where are you going?” Dustin calls. “Um I’ll catch up with you guys later, I gotta talk to Eddie real quick” you say with a hesitant tone the boys could practically smell on you. They look at you curiously but you aren’t staying for any questions. You walked out the lunchroom, seeing Eddie making his way through the parking lot to his van. For somebody with most likely a few broken ribs, he was moving pretty damn fast. “Munson! Hey, wait” you shout coming out of the school’s side doors, running up to Eddie who was leaning against one of his most prized possessions. “What’s up y/l/n” Eddie says squinting through his fingers trying to shield his eyes from the sun.
You didn’t even know if Eddie knew your name, let alone your last. “You know you really didn’t have to do that back there, I just wanted to say thank you” you said looking straight into his big brown eyes. “You’re good darling, I needed a good ass kicking to reset me anyway” he said smiling down at your giggling face. “But can I ask you something?” he said. “Anything, yeah” you said, almost too quickly. “I didn’t wanna seem weak in front of my boys, I think they messed me up pretty bad if I’m honest, would you mind giving me a hand to patch me back up. I mean I was defending your honor after all” Eddie smirked as your heart started to pick up pace. “Uh- I- I mean yeah, I’d be happy to” you stutter, making Eddie smile. “Awesome, hop in, I have supplies at my place” he says, crawling into the driver seat as you run to the passenger.
You took short breaths, nervously twiddling the rings on your fingers. You were really in Eddie Munson’s van, driving to his house, to patch up the wounds he got while “defending your honor” as he and the boys call it. You look over and your eyes become locked on his large, metal covered hand grip the steering wheel. Still entranced as he takes a pack of cigarettes with his other hand, biting a cigarette right out of the package and tossing it back on the dashboard and scrambling for a lighter. Everything about this seemed more sexual than it should’ve, feeling your hands tense up and your breath quicken.
“Oh shit, did you want one?” he said, lighting his smoke, taking a long first drag. His voice knocks you out of your near hipnosis. “I’m good” you say swiftly while he fiddles with the radio, cigarette hanging from his plump lips, until David Bowie’s ‘Rebel Rebel’ starts playing through the muffled speakers. “This is my favorite Bowie song” you say bobbing your head while mouthing the lyrics. “You know Bowie” Eddie says, slightly condescending, not meaning disrespect, he just didn’t meet a lot of people who weren’t just purely pop fans. “Who doesn’t? You got a problem with that Munson?” you say sending a playful smirk his way. “Absolutely not, just didn’t think a girl like you could get any better” he said, making your cheeks heat up instantly. Did he really just say that? Any better? What’s that mean? Before today you didn’t even think he knew your name, now he’s talking about “girl’s like you”. Your mind was racing as Eddie sped into his dirt driveway, stopping the car hard enough to make your body jolt forward.
“Welcome to my castle” he said smiling, putting the van in park. You hop out, walking to the driver side to make sure Eddie didn’t need any help out. You two made your way up to his trailer, he opened the door, bowing as you walked in, giving you a quick “after you”. “This is me and my uncle’s place, he works nights usually, but he must be out since his car isn’t here” Eddie said picking up stray pieces of trash. “Where’s your medical stuff?” you ask. “It should be right back here” he replied walking towards the back of the trailer. You tapped your shoe on the ground not being able to get ‘a girl like you’ out of your mind. “Aha! I got it back here” Eddie called. “Last room, straight back” he calls again.
Shit, is this his room, you thought, being hit with a slight breeze from a desk fan and an overwhelming scent that you assumed was him, never having been close enough to smell him. The room smelled of cheap colon, teenage musk and a hint of apples. A weird combination, but for some reason that smell turned you on more than you anticipated. Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking through the box of bandages and alcohol wipes. You stroll over taking a good look at the cut on his cheek. “Here, let me” you say, taking the first aid kit from him, getting out the wipes and bandaids. “Thanks” he says softly, letting you clean the small cuts.
“Can I ask you something” you say, still spiraling over what he had said earlier. “Sure, dollface” He said, making you even more nervous. “Okay, so in the car you said ‘a girl like me’, what did you mean by that” you said quickly, the words sitting in the air for a moment before Eddie sighed and let out a small laugh. “Getting straight into it I see, I like that” he breathed but as you were still rubbing alcohol his open wounds. “You know I’ve known you since middle school right?” he said. “Of course I know, I thought you just didn’t remember me. How could forget someone who’s actually stayed themselves through high school” you say as Eddie smiles shyly. “Well I damn sure had the time, beings I’ve been a senior for almost three years now” he said laughing, a slight tone of discouragement laced his words. “Who gives a fuck, school sucks, I’m might have to start bribing to graduate this year” you laugh, making Eddie chuckle.
“Well, as I was saying, what I meant by that was, as long as I’ve known you, even if it was from a distance, you’ve always been so confident in who you are, you never take any shit from anybody, I should’ve known you like Bowie. You’re just confident being you and that’s cooler than anything” hearing Eddie gush about you made the heat between your legs grow and your cheeks grow flush. “You’re absolutely gorgeous too but I mean that’s just a bonus” he said looking up into your eyes as your lips separate, not believing those words just came out of Eddie Munson’s mouth. “Sorry if that was too much, I know we don’t know each other that well bu-” his words cut off by your lips colliding with his, taking him into a smooth yet eager kiss.
His lips stayed stagnant for a moment before his brain caught up with him, reaching up to cup the slight softness of your jaw. You pulled away swiftly, your eyes shooting open, staring directly into him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I understand if you were just being nice and I took that wrong” you said quickly as he smiled, shushing you while bringing his finger up to your swollen lips. “Shh, not at all baby, wasn’t the first response I was expecting but it was just enough” he said, stealing glances of your lips while trying to maintain eye contact. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while, but typically pretty girls like you don’t like freaks like me” he said, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess we both have fake confidences, ‘cause I always thought showstoppers like you wouldn’t like chubby girls like me” you say, sitting next to him on the bed as he scoffs. “Are you joking? Why would that even be your first thought, not only is your body just beautiful in itself, even an idiot would be able to tell there’s so much more to you than just that” he says, making you smile wider than anticipated.
"You got any other wounds I just can't see or am I done playing nurse" you say looking Eddie up and down his torso. "You wanna check for me, sweet thing" Eddie says lowly, pulling his shirt off with one fluid motion. Your eyes now glued to his bruised sides but also his sexily tattooed body. Eddie looked at you through dark eyes, examining every inch of your face as you star at his chest. "You can touch baby, I don't mind" he says, sliding his hand up your exposed thigh. "Is this okay" he asks, all you can do is nod as your breath quickens, his hand responding with a tight squeeze of your plush thigh, you bite your lip trying to not reveal how eager you are for him. Your hand reaches up gliding over his exposed chest, receiving a smirk from Eddie. You were preoccupied admiring his body, so he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck, sucking so slightly to make sure you're okay with the touch before he continues.
You can't help but let out a shallow moan, tossing your head back to give him more access. He took that as a yes, increasing the suction between love bites, grazing his teeth along your skin, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck. "Still feeling good?" Eddie's now low, lusty voice asked, whispering so close his lips scraped along your ear. His breath dripping down neck to your clavicle making the heat in between your legs become too much to ignore. Eddie takes his lips away from your neck cupping your face with both of his large calloused hands. "You sure you wanna do this" he said, panting already, feeling like the air shot up 10 degrees. "Please Eddie" you whine. Hearing you say his name with such want making his jeans grow tighter, as his member twitched in his boxers. "That's all I needed to hear" he smirks, pushing you down to where you were laid flat on the bed, hovering over you before placing a wet, quick kiss on your lips.
To Be Continued... part 2
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Niragi from aib please!!!!!!!!!!
Niragi NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Hardly any after care if at at all. Sometimes he will show his softer and vulnerable side and he will take care of you.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves his tongue. The things he could do with it <333 He loves your legs and loves to have them wrapped around his waist while he pounds into you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He loves to cum on your face. It feels like a sense of ownership and he feels good seeing your face coated in his cum.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He once ate you out while you were asleep.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He knows what he is doing. He's pretty confident I'm what he is doing.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Thighs up. He can hit so many places he couldn't in other positions.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He definitely more humorous in the moment but he does have his moments when he serious.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He is trimmed down there. It's sorta thin and short.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He's not that romantic but can be if he tries
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He hardly jerks off. He goes to you if he needs a fix. But he does jerk off a couple of time.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Orgasm denial. Your just so cute whining and begging to cum.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
In a game. It just fills him adrenaline knowing you could die any minute or a person could find you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Literally almost anything you do. Especially bending over, you could be picking something up you dropped but seeing your ass made him hard.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Let you degrade him. He was already bullied severely so you degrading him brings back though memories.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He prefers to receive. But doesn't mind giving because you taste so good. But he just loves seeing your pretty mouth around dick.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He is more of a fast and rough boy. I can see him slowing his pace here and there though.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn't mind quickies. He likes them and you guys always have a quickie before a game.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He's always down to take risks and experiment!
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He last up to 6 rounds. If the rounds don't last to long then he could possibly go for more.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't own toys and doesn't plan too. He's pretty confident in his ability to please you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves to tease you. It's so fun seeing you squirm underneath him. Trying to keep contact so you can cum.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He can be pretty loud. It ranges from moans to grunts to whispering dirty little things in your ears.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He loves biting you and giving you love bites. Seeing you in marks he gave makes him feel like he marked you and let everyone know your off limits. Fills him with so much pride if you show then off.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's almost 7 inches long and thick enough for you to feel a stretch.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Very very high sex drive. Wants to fuck you every hour.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep after a couple of minutes
#x reader#gender neutral#gender neutral reader#gender not specified#Alice in Borderland#niragi aib#niragi x reader#niragi alice in borderland#aib#alice in borderland
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Hi, I just read your latest work and it was great. Can you write about Bucky x reader are married. And reader is a plussize girl that has been insecure her whole life and she still is and is struggling to love herself and she doesn't think that she's enough for Bucky but she always pretends that she's okay and confident when she's with him.
Depressing. I know.
| carrying your love with me |
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: Insecurities, slight allusions to fat-shaming, slight mentions of disordered eating, angst
Note: hi lovely! i'm sorry this took so long, i've been caught up in life for a few weeks, but i'm back now! your request hit home for me and i hope you enjoy it. thank you so much for reading ❤️❤️
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Mrs. Barnes?
You fidgeted your hands in your lap, running your nails underneath each other as your fingers trembled. You stared and stared at the marble tiling beneath your feet, lost in thought.
Mrs. Barnes.
You tried avoiding eye contact as best you could, knowing what to expecting if you looked up and met eyes with any of the other women sitting around you. You didn’t look like them - you knew that. You envied the way they sat in their chairs, crossing a leg over the other with ease, holding their heads up high.
That should’ve been you. That could’ve been you, had you not been cursed with the need to unnecessarily binge eat and a metabolism slower than a sloth ever since you could think for yourself.
Instead, you were stuck with pants that fit a bit too tight, shorts that rode up and made your thighs chafe, and shirts that did little to hide your belly, no matter how much you tried.
“Y/N?”
This time, your name being called pulled you out of the vortex of your own mind, and you lifted your head with raised brows, only to be met with a slightly concerned smile.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed, giving an awkward smile of your own.
“It’s fine. I’m ready for you over in the first chair.”
Your hairdresser was a nice girl, short and petite in all manners of the word; her hands were dainty and soft, her black hair was cut short to frame her round face, and it seemed to you like her waist could fit inside yours at least three times over. Mariana was always kind to you, always chatted and kept up conversation, asking about any new happenings in life, spoke to you about her piece of shit ex - the usual. Yet even after coming to the same hair salon many times over the span of the past year, you still never felt quite like you belonged.
You walked over to the chair Mariana gestured at, and you refrained from clenching your jaw as you felt eyes on the back of your head. You tried telling yourself it was just your imagination, but after years and years of sticking out like a sore thumb in society, it was hard to ignore the feeling.
You sat down with a small sigh and let Mariana envelope you in the cape that always made you feel like you were suffocating, and she smiled at you in the mirror with her hands on your shoulders.
“Alright, lovely, what did you have in mind for today?”
You pursed your lips to the side and shrugged. “I was thinking just a trim. My ends are completely dead so my hair hasn’t been growing.”
Mariana nodded, reaching around you to grab her spray bottle and comb from the vanity.
What you had asked for only took about twenty minutes, which were filled with small talk about the brand of conditioner she recommended and the new puppy she adopted from the shelter. When she was finished, Mariana took the cape off and smiled at you broadly in the mirror.
“Gorgeous,” she said quietly, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
You made to get up from the chair in the exact moment the bell above the entrance rang softly, and you looked towards the door in the mirror. A feeling akin to joy spread warmly through your body as you made eye contact with your husband, and the grin on his face was borderline contagious.
Your eyes flickered towards the women sitting in the small lounge, their heads turned down toward their Cosmos and Vogues, but their eyes following Bucky’s every step as he made a beeline to you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted, placing a kiss to your cheek, and it was only then that you noticed a small paper bag in his hand, which he extended out towards you. “Hope I’m not too early.”
You shook your head in response as you took the bag from him with a skeptical look in your eyes. “No, you’re fine... what’s this?”
He looked down at you with a small smile as you unraveled the top of the bag and peeked inside.
“You didn’t have time to eat anything before we left,” he explained, and you felt your heart lunge. “I bought you a couple of muffins when I finished at the grocery store.”
You willed your breath to stay steady as you stared down at the muffins. They seemed to stare back at you, tauntingly so, with their chocolate chips and soft, golden brown skin. You looked back up at Bucky as you closed the bag.
“Thank you, honey,” you said, and you meant it. It was a considerate thing for him to do. He was thoughtful, it just wasn’t his fault you hated the way you looked.
Bucky smiled, one of his smiles that had his nose crinkling and eyes glinting as he looked at you, and he leaned down to place a short kiss to your lips.
“Oh, Mr. Barnes! You’re just in time.”
The cheerful voice had both of you turning around, and you finally got up from the chair as Mariana reached the two of you.
“Mariana, it’s good to see you again!” Bucky greeted her with a smile, and went in for a friendly hug.
She laughed and gave him a quick pat on the back before pulling away. You told yourself you were overthinking it, that there was nothing to it, but the way Bucky’s hand lingered on Mariana’s small waist was not lost on you. Nor was the way his arms seemed to wrap around her frame perfectly, contrary to your hugs with him.
They exchanged a few words, throwing in a smile and a nod here and there, but you couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in your ears. You stood there and watched them talk, and you felt like a stranger in your own skin.
You knew Bucky loved you. There was no doubt about that. Yet, often times you couldn’t help but wonder: wouldn’t he be happier with someone like Mariana? Someone he could easily pick up, easily carry around, someone he could hug and have her disappear in his arms completely. Someone he could introduce to his friends and family and be proud about it.
You zoned back in to the real world when you heard your name fall from Bucky’s lips, and you blinked at him. His blue eyes twinkled in amusement, as if he knew you had just been lost in your own head, yet he didn’t know why.
“Thank you for making my beautiful wife even more beautiful, Ri,” Bucky said to your stylist, though he was looking at you with a smile the entire time he spoke. You felt the blush creep up on you, and you rolled your eyes to disperse some of the embarrassment you felt.
Mariana gave a shrug, and her eyes fell on the paper bag in your hands. She pointed with a grin.
“Are those muffins from the bakery down on fifth?” she asked you, eyes glittering, and Bucky nodded in your stead.
“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “They’re Y/N’s fav-”
“You can have them,” you blurted out, shoving the bag in her hands. Mariana stared down at the bag, then blinked up at you and frowned.
“Are you sure, Y/N?” she asked, hesitation lacing her words. “If they’re your favorite, I don’t want to keep you from them.”
Your blood stilled in your veins. You knew that wasn’t what she meant. You knew she meant the best. But you couldn’t knock enough sense into your brain to see that she didn’t mean it like that.
“You wouldn’t be keeping anything from me, Ri,” you said, a slight cold tone biting the edge of your sentence. “You have them. I insist.”
She looked at you warily, then cleared her throat and gave you a slight smile. “Thanks, Y/N.”
Bucky seemed to sense the shift in energy, because you felt his touch on the small of your back, grounding you, bringing you back to the surface of whatever waters you were drowning under.
“Let me pay real quick, and then we can go,” Bucky said to you. “Alright, honey?”
You nodded, and he left you with a kiss to your temple as he walked to the front desk.
You watched him walk away, and you swore your blood switched the direction of it’s flow at the sight of him owning each and every room he stepped in. When you turned your attention back to Mariana, you found her already halfway through one of the chocolate chip muffins, and when she noticed your stare, she covered her mouth and smiled.
“Sorry,” she said when she swallowed. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
You smiled at her. It wouldn’t matter if she had or hadn’t had breakfast yet. Girls like Mariana could have breakfast three times and still deserve muffins from your favorite bakery on fifth.
“That’s okay,” you reassured her. “I already had breakfast anyways.”
You lied straight through your teeth, right through the fake smile you mastered over the years in order to deter questions and steer conversation away from what made you most uncomfortable.
And so what if you did lie? It wasn’t like you would die if you skipped breakfast or lunch a couple of times. Your body had more than enough of what it needed to get you through the day. You could skip breakfast and dinner altogether for an entire week and it wouldn’t make much of a difference. You would know; you tried it.
Bucky’s footsteps sounded against the tiles behind you, and soon enough you were wrapped up in a cocoon of all things Bucky, his arm hanging heavy across your shoulders, the smell of his cologne dizzying your head.
“Ready to go?”
You nodded. “Let me just get my bag.”
You walked over to the lounge area, avoiding the wandering eyes of skinny women sitting there in their cute outfits and airs of superiority, and picked your handbag up from the seat it occupied.
With a sigh and a clench of your jaw, you turned on your heels. When you met eyes with Bucky again, and he gave you a smile he reserved only for you, you felt your heart melt. You swallowed nervously, but kept your head higher than before as you walked over to him, waiting for you by the door. Fake it ‘till you make it.
“Bye bye! See you next time,” Mariana called out and waved with one hand, muffin in the other. Your eyes flickered from it to her face, and you forced a smile on your lips.
“Bye, Ri,” you waved. “Thanks for the trim.”
And you stepped out of the salon, out of the too-stuffy, warm atmosphere and into fresh air. The slight breeze cooled your cheeks and you took a deep breath.
“C’mon,” Bucky mumbled, and grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I parked the car over here.”
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“You feelin’ okay?”
“Hm?” you asked, absentminded as you poked at your rice with your fork.
“Is everything okay?”
You lifted your head, locking eyes with Bucky, and you could see the concern flooding them, the soft furrow of his brows and the tilt in his head as he stared at you. You forced a smile to your face.
“I’m fine, babe,” you said with a nod, but couldn’t help letting out a loose breath as you turned back to your dinner.
You felt terrible. There was an inner turmoil conflicting you, deep inside your soul, and both sides of it felt completely out of your control. On one hand, Bucky had made you both dinner. He had stood in the kitchen for an hour and a half, cutting, chopping, frying, boiling, the whole nine yards, refusing to let you touch anything, claiming he wanted to do something for you today. You felt horrible not being able to eat what he had made with so much love and effort.
On the other hand, you felt horrible trying to force yourself to eat. Why should you eat, anyways? You saw how well Mariana and Bucky fit together, how right they looked. Bucky deserved something like that, and you wanted to give it to him.
Bucky stared at you. And stared. And stared. You were too wrapped up in your thoughts, with your head kept low into your plate, to notice the way his shoulders dropped with a sigh. He placed his fork down against his plate and rested his elbows on the table.
“I love you.”
The sentence was quiet, and matter-of-factly. It coaxed a small smile to your lips.
“I know,” you replied.
“Do you?”
The question made you look up at him again, slight shock and confusion spilling over your features. “Of course I do.”
Bucky sighed again, blinking at you over his hands, resting under his chin. He said nothing for a few moments, and you were beginning to feel fidgety under his steely gaze.
Suddenly, he slid out of his dining chair, and your eyes followed him as he stepped around the corner of the table, and crouched down next to you. Bucky took one of your hands in his, and brought it up to place a kiss to your knuckles. For a soft moment, the air was quiet around you
“I know what it looks like when someone hates themselves,” he murmured into your hand, and your heart jumped.
“W-what?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Stop it. Stop acting like you don’t know what I mean. I’ve been there before.”
You knew he had. You knew it took him a long time to reach a place of happiness and acceptance that his life hadn’t gone smoothly, but that it was better now. Which is why you always tried your best to keep it that way, in any way you could.
“Buck...”
You turned slightly in your chair, your fork clanging out of your hand as you brought it to the back of his neck.
“I need you to know you’re enough,” Bucky said in a breath. “Enough for me, enough for yourself, enough for everybody else. There isn’t a single thing about you that I would change if given the chance. Not a thing. I love absolutely every part of you, physical or not. You’re so fucking perfect, and it hurts that you can’t see that.”
Your vision blurred, and as you stared down at him, his eyes still closed, you realized you’ve been stupid. Of course Bucky would notice if something was off. It was just the way he’d always been, in tune to your wants, needs, emotions, pet peeves. He could read you like an open book with you just so much as blinking at him.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered wetly, and he shook his head adamantly against your hand.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I-”
“Nothing,” he repeated fiercely, and you sighed, bringing your face down to your shoulder to wipe away a stray tear.
You were silent for a second, then you sniffled, and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he echoed, and he opened his blue eyes with oceans trapped inside them, and he looked up at you. He was so beautiful, and it always took your breath away.
“Now,” he started, rising to his feet after another short peck to your hand. “Can we please eat?”
Your eyes followed him as he went back to his seat, and you let out a long breath.
“Alright,” you finally answered, and he smiled.
Bucky picked up his fork. So did you. He took a bite. So did you.
He swallowed it. So did you. And then you gave him a smile.
It was difficult. And it was unbearably hard to change the vision you had of yourself. But for him, you would try.
For Bucky, you would try. And he would do everything to make it feel worth it.
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better ride
pairing: freeloader!toji x f!reader
summary: toji's (negligible) payday finally came, so he's treating you to a road trip!
wc: 1.1k
an: HELLOOOOO BEANIE'S BACK ! this crack shit is for the wet hot slimeball summer collab put on by @bastardblvd ! dreams rly do come true :') as always - likes, rbs, and comments always appreciated <3
cw: car(?) sex, major crack fic, voyeurism, exhibitionism (unintentional?), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, please laugh at this i think im so funny
cameos from: landlord!sukuna, slutty mailman!geto, yuuji, nobara, megumi, tired cop!nanami, and mcdonald's worker!aki <3
“oi! are you ready yet?”
toji’s call into the apartment you share (you pay for and he crashes in) doesn’t go unanswered.
“just a sec, babe!” you yell, applying the last of your lip gloss, checking your summer fit in the mirror. it was hot, hotter than satan’s cleavage, so you decide to show some. a skimpy cropped cami and revealing jean shorts - it wasn’t anything toji hadn’t seen before.
you grab your purse and shut the door behind you, seeing toji standing by the car. it was his most prized possession that you both and the entirety of bastard boulevard called the flintstone mobile™. a four door sedan (?) equipped with butterfly doors and a (saran wrap) sunroof - all entirely made out of cardboard he stole from the mcdonald’s whenever they got their supply shipments.
“she’s purring and ready to go,” toji said proudly, patting the side and shaking the whole vehicle (she was in fact, not purring, as there was no engine).
“and you,” he purred, looking you up and down. “i might have to have a taste before we get going.”
you saunter over to him, planting your hands on his chest. “put on my cherry lipgloss that you like so much.”
he smirks, turning to lift the cardboard flap door for you. “let’s get a little more comfortable, then.”
within about a millisecond of the two of you settling into the backseat, his tongue is shoved down your throat, his hands crammed into that skimpy cami to pull your tits out. within about a millisecond, he’s pulling down his gray sweatpants so you can get his dick wet. within about a millisecond, your lips are fastened fast around the salty gorgeous banana curved slightly to the right #ac907c 8.386in shaft, the cut mushroom tip (#735354; circ done homemade to sell it online) nosing the back of your throat, nose pressed against against the trimmed bush and tongue sliding along the spindling veins and over his #6a6057 fat breeder balls. within about a millisecond of giving him the sloppiest toppiest gluck gluck cross eyed white knuckles tongue twister gut wrencher 9000, he’s folding you in half and bullying his 6in girth into your death trap of a cunt.
“god damn!” you hiss as he crams himself in, not stopping until the base kisses your clit.
“there you go, pretty.” he grins, letting out a low groan as he spends a moment just relishing in your warmth. “knew you could take it. you always do.”
you pant, flustered and already sweating, already squeezing around his stupidly pleasurable length as he begins to move. you throw your head back, nearly crashing through the cardboard side of the flintstone mobile™. toji lets out a guttural groan, picking up speed as the sounds of his hips slapping into your ass fills the air.
it doesn’t take long for him to reach his peak. the sight of your tits pulled out from your cami, bouncing with every thrust, your flushed and panting face begging for more, the warm gummy walls squeezing around him - it’s all too good. the deepness of his thrusts and the fat thumb on your clit send the orgasm crashing down through your body in tandem with his.
there’s something about the excitement of going on a road trip with him funded by his last few scams working perfectly on the dumbasses on the boulevard and the pre-trip sex that makes this peak even better than the last few. you let out a high-pitched whine and thrash, unable to control your limbs. at the potent feeling of your cunny convulsing around him, toji straightens as he shoots ropes of hot cum into you.
the inability to control your bodies sends toji’s head through the (saran wrap) sunroof, and you through the side of the flintstone mobile™. this doesn’t stop either of you, however, as you’re determined to make the most out of the most euphoric feeling. he continues to slam into you, and you continue to milk his cock, oblivious to the fact that you’re literally tearing the car apart.
the mailman tries to ignore this scene as he delivers the mail to the landlord just a few doors down. he knocks on sukuna’s door, the latter of whom was watching through his fucked up blinds that barely hide his voyeuristic tendencies. he goes to the door to meet suguru.
“and i thought i could deliver a package,” suguru mutters as sukuna signs off on his bunnygirl senpai merchandise in conveniently discreet packaging. sukuna ignores him and immediately slams the door in his face. other residents of the boulevard hear the ruckus and look, then promptly look away (most of them, at least). nanami rides past in the patrol car, pinching the bridge of his nose and deliberately ignoring the scene.
you and toji struggle to catch your breath, not even processing the fact that the flintstone mobile™ literally collapsed and left you tangled on the concrete, still enveloped in each other’s bodies. you close your eyes, the haze beginning to wear off. when you open them, you realize.
“fuck!” you yell, scrambling out from underneath him, setting your tits back into your cami. “toji, the car!”
“it’s okay, pretty.” toji stands up, looking around. “i’m a better ride anyway.”
you eye him curiously. “huh?”
he only grins, turning his back to you and crouching down. “get on, baby. nothing’s gonna stop this trip.”
“you’re the worst.” you grin and oblige him, jumping on him to piggyback to whatever destination he has in mind. it’s a hot summer day, but the wind in your hair dries the sweat as toji nearly gallops to the nearest mcdonald’s. the message on the board reads “TOJI. NO.” but he ignores it and quite literally screeches to a halt in the drivethru.
“toji. i’m not doing this again.” aki’s voice drips with annoyance. toji only grins, walking to see a car parked by the window waiting for their food. he doesn’t say anything, and you know better than to question his methods. after a few seconds, he takes off at a breakneck speed and you wrap your arms tightly around his neck to avoid getting thrown off his back. in a flash, he steals the food that aki was handing to the car waiting, and you glance to see megumi, yuuji, and nobara staring open mouthed at the ridiculous scene.
“sorry son!” toji yells when he sees his kid driving the car. “man’s gotta eat!”
you giggle and continue to hold on until toji finds a hidden spot for you to enjoy the kids’ food. after you eat, he motions for you to get back on his back. in a truly cinematic moment, you drive him off into the sunset on bastard boulevard, smiling at the promise of the roadtrip of a lifetime (it’s to the ihop three streets over).
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Till the Sun Rises
Okay okay, it’s time people
it’s
it’s
Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader smut time because
DAMNIT I WANT CHUBBY READER AND CHUBBY ARTHUR
HIS THIGHS WILL BE PRAISED DAMNIT
anyway
@kieropal This is for you! (and me lmao) Congrats on getting over 100 followers! You deserve so many more than that! And I hope you like the rest of this just as much as you liked the WIP!
Warnings: Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader, smut, 18+ themes sexual in nature, Female reader
18+ Under the cut y’all!
You crossed your legs and hoped to God that no one noticed.
You hoped to God that no one had noticed who you’d been staring at, who caused you to cross your legs, especially hoping that the person you’d been ogling didn’t.
Considering he had an ax in his hand you figured he had better things in mind.
You tried your hardest not to feel the way you did, truly, honestly.
You just couldn’t help it.
The more you looked at him…The more you felt a heat begin to pool in your stomach.
Plus, every time you talked to him you could feel yourself trip over your own words like you hadn’t been talking your entire life.
Arthur Morgan was a specimen, that much was true.
You watched with a sideways glance his way as he brought the axe up over his bare chest and swung down, cracking a log in half with a resounding crack! And he gave a grunt as he tossed the two pieces to the side to replace them with a fresh log.
It was hot in Clemmon’s Point, and you didn’t blame him for taking his top off.
But God did it make things difficult for you.
Dangling the shirt around his waist next to his suspenders, it was almost as if he was taunting you.
It was like he knew.
Like he knew that you couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles moved under his skin.
His arms flexing involuntarily with every movement, his forearms showing the most, with his back following, he might have had a bit more fat on his body, but that didn’t take away from the strength there.
He was a little round in the middle, no one could deny that, his stomach came over his belt, but if anything that added to the attraction of him. A man with a stomach ate well, and he ate well because he worked hard.
His chest was meaty in the best way, and covered in a dusting of chest hair, just enough to be handsome as hell, placed in all the right places, not too much of it, not too little.
Well-trimmed and well groomed.
He kept his hair short with a fade and kept a beard just slightly longer than his jawline, occasionally swapping it for a gentle stubble, like he had now to try and fight the heat of the south.
Arthur Morgan was a massive man, almost of beastly size, both in height and and in width.
And it made you hot and bothered to no end and every time he opened his mouth it was like heaven was tumbling out of his vocal cords.
That voice was like listening to honey, yet somehow it was rough in all the right places, you’d listened to him threaten so many people, camp members who happened to cross him on a bad day, people in town who tried to start trouble...
The way he lowered his voice?
Christ, he already had a low voice as it was, but he dropped an octive or two when he wanted to be threatening.
You knew it was supposed to be threatening.
You knew that.
But
Shit it did not feel that way.
You felt your entire body heat up every time he did it.
You were never able to control the direction your head went. He’d open his mouth, threaten someone to be careful or he’d split their chest wide open, and all you could think about was him taking control of you.
“Just like that Princess....arch just a little more for me, you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, takin’....shit...takin’ my whole cock like this....”
Those thoughts crossed your mind far too often, his hands all over your body, his voice in your ear, commanding you, muttering such awful, sinful things...
You were so embarrassed.
He was your friend, the two of you hadn’t had any kind of romantic interaction at all, yet every time you looked at him?
God, you just couldn’t focus.
This hadn’t happened until recently, the last two months, your entire body just seemed to react to him.
He had a fantastic personality too, it wasn’t just about his body, or his voice. He was a great man. Sure he could threaten someone, he killed men, he robbed, conned, but....he had a softer side, a kinder side, and you saw it, as much as he wished that no one did, you did.
He had a reputation to hold up.
He was patient with those who deserved it, funny, smarter than he let on, and just all around...
Sweet.
Everything about him attracted you. He was rough, but he was soft too.
He could strangle you.
But you wanted him to.
But he could also hug you, keep you safe, and you wanted that too.
“Y/N, I been talkin’ to you for the last five minutes, you hear a single word I said?”
You blinked and look up at the voice, your face going red immediately as you looked into those blue-green oceanic eyes.
Arthur leaned against the handle of the axe, his elbow propped against it and the head of the axe planted securely on the ground. Still stationed over by the wood, but considering you’d managed to take the closest seat available to the wood you were sure more than likely he’d noticed you staring.
His head cocked to the side with a sly smirk on his face.
“Lil preoccupied there are ya? Thinkin’ about somethin’ you shouldn’t be?”
You floundered for a moment, opening and closing your mouth like a fish.
“I...No...I...I..I..” You couldn’t properly think about what to say, your eyes wondering down his bare chest, you forced yourself to look back to his eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your face.
“I got somethin’ on me? Mud or somethin’? Probably flung from the axe.” He looked down to where you’d glanced, wiping his stomach gently with one of those massive hands of his.
Of course he noticed you looking. He’s observant, he’ll notice everything you do.
“No, no, I...I thought, but no.”
“Mhm.” He hummed and stood straight, and leaned the axe against the tree, and started his way towards you, taking a seat at the table directly across from you.
He searched around in one of his pockets, and pulled out a cigarette, placing it delicately between his lips.
He pulled a match out then, lighting it against the table with one swift flick of his wrist.
You watched as he covered the cigarette with his hand, and brought the match flame to the end, huffing as he managed to light it.
Please, for the love of God, focus. Stop looking at his lips.
“So,” He huffed a cloud of smoke out, turning his head to avoid blowing it your way. “You done anythin’ fun? ‘Side’s melt in this damn heat?”
Imagined you with your hand in your pants and your head thrown back but other than that nothing.
“No, I’m afraid not Arthur.” You chuckle, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “I think it’s almost too warm to do anything.”
“’Course, nearly thought about jumpin’ in the damn lake myself.” He snorted. “Everybody better count themselves lucky this is as stripped as I’ve gotten.”
Opposite of lucky.
You adjust your legs, hoping it isn’t noticeable.
God, why couldn’t you just explain it to him? Tell him what he meant to you? Maybe he’d feel the same.
Ah, who are you kidding?
You knew what you looked like, and you knew that you weren’t anything special in the personality department.
You were round yourself, but not the same way Arthur was.
He was...
It fit him, made up part of his look, it didn’t feel outward, out of place at all. It was attractive.
For you?
You knew most women had flat stomachs. That’s what men wanted. They didn’t want the marks on your thighs, or the squishy, flabby roundness of your stomach.
It was an odd shape, it hung low, your breasts weren’t perky, your ass wasn’t as big as you wanted it to be, you had back fat, rolls, you knew no one that that was attractive.
Not even a drunkard would pay for you.
So why on earth would someone as attractive as Arthur want something to do with you?
Little did you know Arthur did think of you as attractive. He thought of you almost every single day, that’s why he talked to you all the time.
Why he stumbled over his words, why he took his shirt off this afternoon. He was hot of course, but he’d noticed you take a seat and he let that little boost of confidence hit him enough to take it off.
He hated the way that he looked, he hated how large he was, you, you were different, you were attractive, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft stomach. Him, he was ugly anyway. Adding a big stomach instead of even a slight hint of abs or at least a flat stomach, it just made him even uglier.
You though.
He didn’t care that you were bigger.
Hell, he’d gone after bigger women his entire life. He loved the way you looked. Your hips? Your thighs?
He liked your stomach, how it looked. He didn’t care that it was bigger, it looked soft and he often thought about what it’d be like to cuddle with you.
Granted, he also thought about snapping his hips against yours, listening to the wonton screams falling from your lips.
He thought about his hands gliding over that soft stomach of yours while he drilled into you as deeply as he could, all the way to the base, as much as you could take, screaming his name and clawing at his back.
He thought about pulling your hair and pushing your back down, helping you arch that back as he slammed you from behind.
The way your face would look with his hand around your throat, or his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they left bruises.
Sometimes he almost had to run away, afraid you’d see the tent forming in his pants.
Now the two of you sat in silence, you watching his lips as he smoked, puffing away at the cigarette.
The two of you were oblivious to each other. Oblivious of the obvious attraction to one another, and everyone in camp could see it, but no one understood how you two didn’t.
You tried not to stare at him, the silence between you wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but...it wasn’t a good silence either.
You were trying desperately to think of something to say, something to talk to him about, but all you could focus on, I mean...
You put your hand over your eyes for just a moment, trying to force yourself not to think the way you were, think about Arthur in such a way that you were sure a nun could condemn you to hell.
Your thoughts are pushed out of your head as he speaks up again.
“Y/N, I got an idea, if....I mean, if you’ll come with me.”
“Of course, I trust you Arthur.”
He smiles at you widely, and stands from his seat, reaching his hand out to you, waiting as you place yours in it.
Before you know it he’s pulling you along towards the lake, nearly running with excitement.
You do your best to ignore the mischievous glances you receive from Abigail and Mary-Beth as you pass them, but your main focus is on the feeling of his hand in yours.
The further along the shoreline the two of you get, the further away from camp you get.
Finally the two of you reach a secluded location, a little bit of the lake area surrounded by nothing but empty shore.
“Further away from camp.” Arthur muttered, he dropped your hand and faced you. “Ain’t no one who’ll see the two of us if we jump in to cool off.”
Why does he hate you? Is he teasing you on purpose, what kind of hellish torture is this?
“C’mon, I won’t look at ya, I’m gonna hop in, it’s hot as hell.” He offers another smirk and unbuttons the final button on his shirt that kept it hanging on and tossed it to side, followed by his suspenders.
You turn quickly to ignore the heat on your face, and begun to unbutton your shirt yourself.
You weren’t willing to pass this up.
You liked him, you knew that, and he had this idea himself, you weren’t going to refuse him.
You’d never get the confidence to do this on your own, so you had to go in the moment.
You heard a splash behind you, and twisted to see Arthur shoulder deep in the lake.
“C’mon! It’s nice!” He smiles widely and gestures for you to come in. “Promise, I ain’t gonna look.”
You swallow and nod, undressing as quickly as possible, crossing your arms over your chest and running into the lake, looking at the back of Arthur’s head as he leaned back to get water on his scalp.
“Ya in?”
“Yep, you can look now cowboy.”
He turned to look at you, a smile crossing his face again, and then his face began to redden.
He hadn’t thought this through.
You were naked.
He was naked.
Together.
Only a few feet apart.
He cleared his voice and moved back a little, glad that the water was just a little clouded, otherwise you’d see the arousal beginning to form between his legs.
Shit
He couldn’t stop staring at your collarbones, a little lower too, thankful again for the water’s discoloration.
He’d have no idea what he’d do if he could see lower.
He watched as you leaned back, sighing quietly as you dipped your head in the water, your hair getting soaked, falling around your face and shoulders as you brought your head back up.
“This is nice Arthur,” You smile at him, finally relaxing slightly with the cold of the water washing over your heated skin. “How’d you find this place? It’s nice not to have to worry about being spotted.”
He didn’t want to admit to you that he’d found it when he was avoiding you with a hard on.
Hell, that time it had been just from you fucking smiling at him, telling him he was such a sweet man.
That alone had made him harder than a rock.
“Uh..easy, just went on a walk one night, couldn’t sleep, so I took a stroll. That’s all.”
“Well it’s nice, maybe I’ll start taking my baths here.” You smile, really not meaning anything by it. “I don’t have much money to be spending on a hotel, so free is better than paying.”
You watch Arthur’s face contort a little, if anything he got redder in the face, his ear tips joined his face and his chest as well, glowing like a tomato.
“Are you okay Arthur?” You move closer to him, water sloshing as you half swim, half walk that way. “You’re looking red in the face, can you breathe?”
He backed away from you as you neared, bringing his hands above the surface of the water, holding them palms facing you.
“I’m...I’m..shit..I’m fine!” He stutters out. “Just...I...just.” He offers a cough. “Just choked on some of the water, that’s all.”
“Oh, good, I couldn’t have something happen to you.” You give a smile, and he nearly melts.
God he wished that smile was something else, a smile welcoming him home after a long day of jobs, a smile telling him that he’d done good for the day, a smile cause he’d called you beautiful in the morning.
A smile at him that he saw first thing in the morning after a night of lovemaking, hell he’d even take after a night of fucking.
He wanted to make love to you, he did.
But....
Jesus he wanted to fuck you.
He shook his head and you watched, your brow furrowing with confusion.
“You sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” he held his hand out again, and swallowed. “Just...thinkin’ that’s all.”
“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be?” You tease.
Arthur offered you a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck, swallowing as he looked at you.
“Oh....so you were?” You chuckle and bring some water to your face, hoping it’ll cool the oncoming heat you feel, wondering about what he was thinking about.
“Uh...” He chuckles again. “Yeah, I’ll...I admit, it’s...somethin’ I shouldn’t be...thinkin’...I’m just keepin’ myself thinkin’ about jobs is all, I’m supposed to be relaxin’.”
You move forwards, and this time he doesn’t back away, too busy watching you to do so.
You place a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile as he slumps them.
“What’s that for?” He questions you.
“You always seem to relax when I do that, I don’t know why, but I’m glad I can help.”
“I...I guess I do.”
He smiled in return, one of those genuine smiles, the little chipped tooth of his peaking through it.
You stepped a little closer and then-
You feel something against your leg.
Arthur’s eyes widen as he realizes what just happened, and his embarrassment only got worse when his cock twitched involuntarily, which he was sure you felt that too.
“I’m sorry-”
“No I-”
“I got too close-”
“I didn’t mean- Shit Y/N-”
You breath heavily and step back a little, unable to look away from him.
“I...Shit Y/N I’m....I’m so sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I didn’t think to...I...Wasn’t gonna let you get close enough and I-”
He swallows and you watch as he sinks a little lower into the water, just barely keeping his mouth above it. His eyes are clouded, and you can see how red his face has become.
“Arthur...I didn’t...I didn’t...” You swallow and try your best to ignore your body.
The heat you’d managed to forget from earlier returned, stronger than the last. Pooling at your stomach, making you want to do nothing but step closer to him.
“I didn’t....you...You like...You...Me?” You stutter out. “You...that...Is it...because of the water?”
Arthur stays silent, but shakes his head no, the water sloshing quietly with the movement.
“It’s...because of me?”
“Y/N I’m sorry, Damn sorry. I...Shit I...I...you make me feel things I...jesus, If I told ya the things you make me think you’d think I was some kinda perverted sicko.”
He sunk a little lower, keeping his nose above water.
Just let me drown.
You swallow and look down at the water.
It was now or never.
He’d just given you a confidence boost you didn’t believe was possible.
You stepped closer and he began to move backwards, shooting himself back up out of the water to his shoulders.
“Y/N please, let me be, I already want to kill myself-”
“Arthur stop moving.”
He listens to you, and swallows, looking anywhere but your eyes as you near, and then-
He shudders and you listen to the sharp inhale he gives as your hand finds his dick under the water.
It’s bigger than you expected.
The tip had touched your thigh earlier, but that hadn’t given you any idea of how large he was.
“Y/N...” He looks at you, his eyes clouded slightly, his pupils blown. “You don’t have to do this, you ain’t....don’t do this just...just cause you think you have to, don’t-”
“Arthur, you make me think like a slut.” You mutter. “A whore.”
You look down, your hand gently gliding gently over his dick, and you hear a small whimper escape him.
“I’ve just never felt....I’ve never thought I was...pretty enough to be...one for you.”
He stared at you, his jaw clenched.
“Darlin’,” He swallowed and reached for you, his hands finding your sides, and you tensed, hoping he wasn’t disappointed by the rolls on your body. “You ain’t a whore, you ain’t a slut...but I’ll damn well treat you like one if that’s what you need.”
He took a deep breath.
“You’re sure as hell beautiful, I think about ya all the damn time, think about all the shit you do that just makes my head spin. Darlin’ if I wasn’t so fuckin’ insecure about myself I woulda had you by now.”
You swallow and take your hand from his cock and bring it to his face and slam your lips against his.
He kisses you with such fervor that nothing else matters.
Nothing around you is real besides him.
The heat of his body, the feel of his chest against yours.
His dick against your thigh.
Arthur’s hands trail all over you, moving over every part he can reach, anything he can feel, your arms, shoulders, breasts, over your back, hell he lingered his fingers, his palms over your most insecure parts there, the rolls you hated so much.
They make their way towards your ass, gripping it hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises.
The groans in your ear muffled by your own mouth.
The noises he made were just as fantastic as you’d hoped they’d be.
Low, guttural.
He grabbed you by the thighs, and pulled your body flush against him bringing your thighs up, wrapping them around his waist.
He pulled away from you only to place his mouth on your neck, kissing you in places that made you make noises you hadn’t realized you were capable of.
“Keep makin’ them sounds for me girl.” You felt Arthur’s lips against your skin as he spoke, and knew that you’d have no problem following his order.
You grabbed one of his wrists, and guided his hand, with a little resistance at first, taking his fingers to the opening of your most sensitive area.
“Mhmh...” His hum is muffled as he drags his lips along the skin of your jaw. “That’s what you want huh?”
“Please Arthur....”
“Maybe....beg me for it Sugar.”
Jesus.
“Arthur, please....Please, I’ve craved you for so long, I don’t want to wait any longer, please-”
“You gotta do better than that Princess.” He moved towards your ear, dropping his voice the way you liked. “Make me feel how desperate you are.”
“Arthur......” You’re nearly whining now. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for so long...Please Arthur....Please....I’ll do anything to feel you, anything-”
“That’s better.”
He’s quick, shoving a finger inside of you, and you let out a mewl, and he can’t help but grunt.
“Jesus girl, you weren’t fuckin’ lyin’, you’re....all this for some ugly man like me?”
“Arthur you aren’t-” You clench your jaw and lean your head against his shoulder trying to stifle the sound coming from your throat. He’d furled his finger just the right way, touched a spot so sensitive you couldn’t speak if you tried.
“No, no, what did I say?” Arthur kisses your neck again, making your head spin some more as he continues to pump his finger. “I wanna hear them noises.”
“What...about camp?” You manage to get out.
“Fuck them.” He grunts, and sticks a second finger into you, slipping it in with the first without even hesitation. “I’m here for a good time, and I’ve wanted you for a while now, and I’m gonna take you.”
The last of that sentence was nearly a growl, and you felt your entire body prickle with excitement.
“I want you to make it hard to walk tomorrow Arthur.” You huff out, trying not to let out another moan at another swift movement from his fingers.
“Don’t you worry Princess.” He grumbles. “You’re gonna be seein’ stars by the time I’m done with you.”
He smacks your thigh twice under the water, and mutters “Stay” as he takes his hand up to his shoulder where your hand resides.
He grabs your wrist and guides it between your two bodies, all while still pumping his fingers in you. moving them in just the right ways.
You hand reaches his cock, and he kisses your jaw, sucking there, making sure you’ll have a mark there.
“Stroke girl.”
“Yes Arthur,” You pant and do your best to keep a conscious idea of what the hell you’re doing, and begin to give him what he needs.
He lets out such a low noise, a sound of relief with just the first stroke that you think for moment he’s already finished.
“Arthur....Please.....”
“You’re wet girl, but you’re gonna cum for me once before we get to the main part.”
He leans back and looks you in the eye.
“I wanna see you come apart girl.”
You clench around his fingers as he speaks, that voice of his making it all the harder to keep a composure.
Arthur smirks, and then the pad of his thumb comes down on your clit and you let out such a noise that you’re absolutely positive people at camp know what’s going on.
“That’s what I want.” He growls. “Lemme hear you Princess, lemme see them faces.”
“Arthur....I’ll...Anything...”
“Mhm....anythin’....” He grunts and you feel as he thrusts into your hand, the motion of your hand running along his cock has become nearly muscle memory.
He continues with his attack, thumbing the most sensitive part of you, and your climax come up against you faster than you would have believed possible, and it isn’t long before you’re clenching around his waist, your thighs quivering as you bite down on his shoulder, almost on impulse, your noises muffled by the skin of his muscles.
“Thatta girl....just like that...”
“Arthur!” He helps you ride it out, and pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty feeling in your body.
He grabs your hand and takes it away from his cock before grabbing it himself and aligning with your entrance.
“Last chance to back out girl.” He looks you in the eye, his voice is confident but you see that bit of anxiety creeping out.
You can’t speak, still reeling slightly, so instead you kiss his neck, listening to the quietly whimper that comes out of him before he grips your hip with a steel hold and pulls you onto his dick.
He was wide.
Girthy.
Jesus you felt like he’d tear you in half, but in the best way.
You were still sensitive, but it felt fantastic at the same time, bordering between hurt and pleasure.
“Ohhhh....Christ....” Arthur’s voice comes out in a deep sigh against your cheek. “You...jesus you feel so fuckin’ good.”
“Arthur....” is all you can get out. All you can manage to even think.
Your head is swirling, all you can comprehend is the feeling between your legs and the smell of Arthur.
The sounds he made.
The feeling of his bicep against you, his forearm against your thigh.
Your stomach against his.
He snapped you back to reality with a hard thrust up into you, his hands clenching harder around your hips.
You let out almost a scream that sends Arthur’s mind fuzzy and he’s quickly overcome with the lust for you.
He moves you, his strong arms lifting you at the hip, and slamming you back down against him.
The water around the two of you sloshes loudly, but you couldn’t give a flying fuck.
You scream his name and that smirk returns to his face, his eyes darken and the fucking gets harder, his groans louder.
“Fuck girl....I been wantin....shit...wantin’ this for a while now....I...fuck...”
“ARTHUR!”
You want to say something else, you want to talk, say everything you’ve thought about him, how hot you think he is, how bothered he gets you, but you’re physically unable to say anything other than his name, other than moans.
“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.” He hisses under his breath. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna fuck you good, till the sun rises tomorrow.”
He looks you in the eye.
“Who’s are you?” He demands.
“Yours! Your! Arthu- fuck!”
You can’t get anymore out, your body doing what it needs to do, moving with Arthur, complimenting the snapping of his hips.
He leans to your shoulder, biting down, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to hurt.
You didn’t care if it did hurt.
You run your hand through the back of his hair as he moves to your jaw again, and you tug at the slightly longer hair at the back of his head.
“Mhmmm...” He moans in your ear, the feeling of your fingers in his hair doing wonders for him.
He huffs, and then stops, pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly, you felt empty.
“Arthur please don’t tease-”
He grips you tight and turns you around, forcing you to look towards the shore.
You feel him slip between your folds again, and before you know it his cock is buried balls deep into you once more.
He keeps a hand on your hip, gripping tightly and the other snakes around your front, under your arm and over your front, until his hand found your throat. He pushes you against his chest and groans in your ear as he thrusts upwards.
“You’re doin’ so good Sugar. Feel so...fuck....feel so good for me. Can’t believe we waited this long.”
“I didn’t-” You bite your lip and clench yourself around him, trying to delay a second climax. “I didn’t think...you felt...for...me.”
“Girl...I...been....shit girl I feel a lot for ya...too much- Fuck.”
You can feel that familiar tense in your stomach as you grow closer to your second climax.
“Arthur,” You pant. “I’m....soon.”
“Hold on Princess, just...Fuck...jus’ hold it, for me, please, just a little longer.”
“I’ll...try..” You mutter.
“I’m almost....I’m...soon too.” He huffs. “Jus’ hold on...”
He isn’t lying to you of course, you can feel his thrusts become erratic, no longer rhythmic in nature.
Even his erratic unplanned thrusts are pushing you further towards your end, and you can feel with each one how much closer you come to the edge until finally he pulls himself out of you and warmth that’s hotter than the water around you spreads around your thighs.
He groans in your ear, loudly and unashamed as he puts a sweaty forehead against your shoulder.
His hand reaches towards your center, going for your clit.
“C’mon, you can finish now girl, for me, cum.” It’s almost a demand.
It just took those words and a good final flick of your bundled nerves.
You again scream his name and he gives a breathy chuckle against your skin, helping you ride out your second for the day.
“That’s my girl...”
You breath heavily, leaning fully against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.
Quietly you kiss his neck gently and close your eyes.
“You alright Princess?”
You nod, still breathing heavily.
“Guess we should...” He chuckles again. “Guess maybe we should talk about how we feel ‘bout each other huh?”
You laugh and find his hand with your own, interlocking your fingers with his.
“I think,” you mumble. “You and I could...we could be really good together.”
“You want a fat man like me?”
“You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met.” You whisper groggily. “Your size...it’s one of the most attractive parts about you.”
“Hmm.” He hums.
“I’m just surprised you wanted all that with me.” You mumble.
“Love your body Darlin’, all of it....makes me hornier than I care to admit.”
You feel your face flush and swallow.
“You wanna try this...Arthur? I mean...not just...not...You know, but...us?”
He’s silent for a moment, but allows another small chuckle and then kisses your shoulder.
“I think I’d love that.”
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