#he's usually more like the top right. chill as fuck. not a single thought in that head
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[zombie au] when ur.when ur brotherturns into a z.when ur brother turns into a zombie and u spend the next several years of ur childhood braving the most fucked up shit ever so u can find a cure and it gets to the point where ur killing parts of urself just to pick up the pieces of ur brother with shaking, cut up hands and glue him back together but at that point ur just going to end up bringing him back to a world that's not worth living in
#qkdraws#id in alt#mob psycho 100#mob psycho#mp100#zombie au#ritsu kageyama#mp100 ritsu#shigeo kageyama#mp100 shigeo#mp100 mob#btw even tho i like to draw mob snarling and being a bit feral i do wanna make it clear that he's Very rarely like that#i just enjoy it when he Is so i draw it <3 hope thishelps#he's usually more like the top right. chill as fuck. not a single thought in that head#mob only gets aggressive when ritsu's in trouble#in the top left one he's actually snarling at tome. bc of uhm.reasons <3#dw she didn't hurt ritsu. mob just Thinks she did and he's going mad abt it#wanna write that part eventually. maybe. some day perhaps#anyway yeah.uhm. i think im cookin w this au#im cookin Smth. might not be edible but im cookin and u can't take that away from me#mob doesn't just have eye bags cuz he's a zombie and owahh zombies gotta look scary#he has them cuz in this au it's REALLY hard to fall asleep when ur zombie#but ur stillhuman and u still require sleep to live. which is why sleep deprivation is like the leading cause of zombie death in this world#and that means ritsu has to be Super careful not to let mob go too long without sleep#he's always tryin to get the poor guy to Rest. even when ur exhausted beyond belief it's Rly hard to sleep when ur a zombie#ur brain's been rewired n shit man. it fucks up a lot of systems#ritsu has eye bags bc he's .tormented.by the entire earth#quite literally everything is against him.for a very long time#and he's fuckin exhausted man.he's fuckin tired#fun fact if u raid my inbox about this au ill kiss u on the mouth
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The Younger Kind Part 49 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley confides in you, loves you, and takes care of as much as he can. When he needs you to help him more than usual, you never complain. As the two of you get ready for a hectic weekend, Bradley makes sure he has his plans in order. And he reminds you that you're always one of his top priorities, even when things get busy.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, oral, smut, cock warming, and age gap (18+)
Length: 5300 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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It was dark outside, and you were sitting on the couch with Skittles while you waited for Bradley to get home. Noah was already sound asleep, worn out from an evening of helping you make ants on logs and going for a hike around the block, but you were alert and antsy. All you got was a text from Bradley an hour ago letting you know he was on his way home.
Skittles aimed her puppy eyes right up at you. "I know. I miss him, too." It was kind of funny the way all three Bradshaws had the same brown eyes that made you want to give them anything they asked for. "Okay, fine. But don't tell anyone about it."
You stood and the pup followed you into the kitchen where you cut up a meatball and dumped it into her food bowl. Then you heard the front door open and nearly wiped out on your way back to the living room where Bradley was closing the front door behind him. He had his uniform belt and a ziploc bag filled with his pins in one hand, but he held the other out for you.
"What happened?" you asked as you tucked yourself against him and examined his face. His expression was unreadable. "Did she sign the paper?"
He nodded as Skittles ran in and sniffed his boot. "Yeah. She signed it," he replied, leaning to kiss your lips as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Wow," you whispered, standing in the living room right next to the area rug where you were laying the first time he ever told you about Meredith. "I'm... kind of surprised."
"Me, too." He tossed his belt and pins onto the couch and held you close.
You didn't want to pry too much, but you were so curious, it was killing you inside. "What was it like when you talked to her?"
Bradley rubbed his face against your hair as he undid the top few buttons of his uniform shirt before wrapping his arm around you again. "It went better than I expected. I was only in the room with her for maybe ten minutes. She..."
You rubbed soft circles against his back as he collected his thoughts. You didn't care how long it took him to get the words out, you just wanted him to know you'd always be here to listen. His heartbeat was strong and steady as you let your head rest on his chest, and he gave you a little squeeze.
When he spoke again, his voice was rough and sent a chill along your back. "She thinks she would have been better off if she had an abortion. And I tend to agree with her in some respects. But my god, I'm so happy she didn't. I can't even think about living without Noah. So I'm happy she didn't do it." His voice broke, and your eyes welled up with tears.
"Me too, Daddy," you whispered as you started to tug him toward the kitchen. He'd already had a very long week, but now you could take care of him so he didn't have to do it by himself.
"Baby, I'm fucking exhausted. I'm not hungry. Can we just go to bed?"
You nodded and changed direction. "Of course." You worked on the rest of his buttons and helped him out of his shirt. When he sat on the edge of the bed, you knelt to untie his boots and yank them off, and Bradley looked at you with such adoration, it made your cheeks feel warm. You peeled off his socks, too, and when you got up, you sat on his lap.
"I'm really proud of you for going to talk to Meredith," you whispered. "I hope Noah grows up to be just like you."
Bradley scooped you up and lounged back against the pillows with you on top of him. "Funny thing about that, Princess... I hope he grows up to be just like you."
Less than fifteen minutes later, you lulled Bradley to sleep while you played with his hair and softly kissed his face. "I love you, Princess," he muttered as you rubbed your nose against his. Then you crept back out of bed to make sure everything was in order for the three of you for the following morning, and you stopped in Noah's room to kiss him before getting ready for bed yourself.
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Wednesday and Thursday were both long days, and once again Bradley had to rely on you to pick up all of his slack when it came to Noah. Cyclone was running him ragged in preparation for the air show. Wednesday, he went to the bank to transfer the money into a new account with just his name and Noah's on it. Thursday, he went back to talk to Tracy as soon as he could leave base.
When he called and asked her if she could help him put up some extra safeguards for his own peace of mind, she told him she could. When he strolled into her office for the second time in one week, she was talking on the phone and drinking a Red Bull, but she pointed to the conference table and a large folder with his name on the front. He skimmed through a stack of paperwork; she'd really thought of everything. Tracy even had your name listed on several documents along with a few notes for you to read.
When she ended her call, he said, "Thanks for helping me with this. I want to get it all in order."
"You mean like I told you to do years ago?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Listen. At least I'm doing it now."
"I hope you brought your checkbook this time."
When he eventually got home, you already had dinner on the table, and Noah was eating a piece of broccoli. And sure, he'd just dropped another couple hundred bucks when he wrote out a check, but he'd be damned if anything was going to mess with his family again. He set the folder and checkbook down on the counter and bent to kiss you between bites of your dinner while he tousled Noah's hair.
"You're home earlier than I thought, Daddy," you remarked when he leaned in for another kiss. "And that's a mighty fine looking checkbook you've got there."
"I've been late too much this week," he whispered, stealing a piece of broccoli from your plate. "It shouldn't be like this."
"Next week will be better," you promised. "After the air show and everything this weekend, next week will be quieter. And then maybe I can plan our trip to Disneyland."
"Shhh!" Bradley scolded playfully, reaching to cover Noah's ears as he started to feed his broccoli to Skittles who was begging next to his chair. "Not so loud." You laughed and pointed to the stove where a plate of dinner was waiting for him. "Thanks, Princess."
Once he settled in, you looked at him with a little smirk. "You know, all of these late nights meant I didn't get to my nail appointment. I wanted to have them done for the hospital tour and the air show."
Bradley grimaced. The tour was tomorrow, and you were already leaving work an hour early to get there on time with him. "I'm sorry. The week really got away from me. I should have reminded you to buy a new outfit or two if you wanted."
"Oh, I did," you told him. "I used my Princess card."
He swallowed hard. He could tell you were subtly asking him for a spanking, and he was more than happy to give it to you, but he had something else in mind for the remainder of the night after Noah was in bed. He glanced at his son who was now picking apart his chicken. "Can you take a raincheck, Baby? I have some other plans for the next few days, but I'd love to get my hands on you next week?"
You raised one eyebrow. "What are your other plans?"
He took a bite of food before he said, "I'll tell you after bedtime. After you show me the clothes you bought."
Eventually he sent you off to change into one of these new outfits while he got Noah ready for bed. "I'll be home more next week, Bub. I promise. We'll have time to read more books. And maybe one night you and I can go to the park and give Mommy a little break?"
His son nodded as he rolled over and closed his eyes. But Bradley didn't really want to give you a break. He wanted you with him and Noah all the time. And after this weekend, he anticipated that feeling would grow even stronger.
When he walked into his bedroom and found you examining yourself in front of the mirror with a form fitting black dress hugging your body, he groaned. "Are you wearing that for the hospital tour?" he asked, and you looked at him in the mirror.
"Yes?" you replied. "Unless you think it's too much."
He grunted softly. Of course it was too much. You looked sinful in it. All he had to do is put his hand on your ass, bunch the fabric up an inch, and everyone would be privy to the charms he got to enjoy on a regular basis. His cock grew a little hard just thinking about it, which is why he shook his head and told you, "It's not too much, Baby. Not if you're with me all night."
You smiled and peeled it off, baring yourself to him before reaching for the floral sundress on the bed. "What are you wearing tomorrow night?" you asked.
"My flight suit."
"You can't wear that! It's for work and for looking sexy at home!" you protested as you put the second dress on.
"Cyclone wants me in my flight suit both days. Please don't make me piss him off."
You laughed and spun in your second dress and he closed the distance to you. "I'll behave. Like a good girl."
Bradley kissed your forehead. "You're wearing this to the air show?"
"Yes," you whispered. "I got Noah a yellow shirt to match me."
Bradley wasn't sure exactly why, but that information sent his brain into a whirlwind. Matching outfits. Mommy and son stuff. "Princess," he moaned.
"We'll look cute next to you in your sexy flight suit."
"You will look hot as hell both days," he confirmed, helping you pull the sundress off again. "Now, I think I owe you a manicure and a pedicure?" he asked, making you gasp and smile.
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You quickly changed into one of Bradley's oversized shirts and met him in the kitchen with all your nail supplies. "Are you really going to do this?" you asked him, and he just nodded and smirked like he had a little secret. "Wait... are you secretly really good at painting nails?"
He shrugged and patted his knee, naked except for his black briefs. "I have no idea. Never tried it before."
It somehow made you feel giggly that he was going to sweetly attempt to do your nails for you even though he didn't know how. You settled down on his lap and set out some bottles of polish. "Which color?" you asked him.
He had his lips on your neck as he murmured, "Do you really need to ask? Purple, Baby."
You moaned his name as you pushed the other colors aside, and then Bradley's hand was up underneath the shirt, teasing your skin and checking to see if you were wearing underwear. You leaned back against his chest and looked up at him over your shoulder. "You feel like fooling around first?"
His thumb stroked softly along the length of your slit. "Kind of," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "You ever warmed a cock before?"
The pad of his thumb felt a little rough, sending goosebumps all along your skin and making your lips part in need. "No," you whispered, always a little sheepish to admit your lack of experience when it came to things that he liked. "But I've heard of it."
He hummed softly and kissed your ear as he continued to stroke you. "You want me to tell you a little more about it? And maybe then you can tell me if you think it's something you'd enjoy?" When you nodded, he kissed your neck and said, "You would take my cock inside you. We would make each other feel warm and safe, and I could paint your nails while we sit here. No thrusting or anything." He dragged his lips and mustache back up to your ear. "You could warm me with your mouth, pussy or ass." You moaned softly, already clenching as he stroked his thumb up and back down your slit. "But since you didn't give yourself some time with your plug first, we could try it with your pussy. If you want to."
Even the idea of it sounded hot and intimate, and you were surprised and delighted that he wanted to try this with you. All of it. The cock warming and the nail painting and just everything. You turned slightly in his lap and took his face in your hands. His skin was warm and rough beneath your hands where his stubble was growing back from when he shaved earlier this morning. His brown eyes were fixed on yours. "I want to," you whispered as you kissed him.
He smiled softly as you let your hands trail down his body to the waistband of his briefs. When he lifted his hips, you yanked them down and marveled at the sight of his half hard cock resting on his thigh. "You do that to me," he rasped, visibly growing harder. "Just having you on my lap, and the way you let me touch you. Baby, that's all you."
You whimpered into his mouth as he kissed you, and when you turned so your back was to his chest, you said, "This is what you do to me, Daddy." Then you spread your thighs and draped your legs over his, and you took his hand in yours. You eased his thumb along your slit again, this time letting him feel how wet you were when you were spread open for him.
He murmured, "I love you," into the crook or your neck while he cock bobbed up and tapped against your inner thigh. "You ready?"
"Yes," you sighed, and Bradley reached in front of you with his right hand and guided his cock through your wet folds and inside you. When you adjusted yourself and leaned forward a bit, the sensation of being so full made you gasp as you took him to the hilt.
"Feel okay?" he asked softly, pulsing gently inside you even though he wasn't thrusting. "If you don't like it, we'll stop."
You turned your head to look at him. "I like it. A lot. I feel so full. Do you like it?"
"Feels incredible," he whispered. "Like you're just holding me and gripping me with your sweet pussy." Heat rose in your face as the raspiness of his voice washed over you. Then he asked, "Want me to try to paint your nails?"
You sat there with Bradley's arms wrapped around you and your palms flat on the kitchen table while his cock was nestled inside you. Neither of you moved very much, and your voices were soft as he worked slowly. After he finished a nail, he treated your neck and cheek to a smattering of kisses, and his breathing was even next to your ear while he worked.
"I can't even look at the color purple without thinking about you," he murmured, and you clenched around him. "God, Baby," he gasped. "Fuck."
You couldn't help that you loved being loved by him. "You feel really good inside me," you told him as he swiped polish onto your left ring finger. He seemed to be taking extra time with that one, kissing and nipping at your ear between each dip of the brush into the bottle.
"Baby, you hardly wear any jewelry," he mused.
You laughed softly as he finally moved to your pinky. When you adjusted yourself on his lap, he grunted. "I don't really have any jewelry."
"And if I got you some, would you wear it?"
"That's a ridiculous question. Of course I would. But you already get me what I need, and you paid off my school loans. You don't need to buy me anything else."
He finished with your pinky and screwed the lid on the nail polish bottle. "But I want to." When his hands came to rest on your thighs, he remarked, "Your nails turned out better than I expected."
"They look so good, Daddy," you said, holding your hands up.
"How long does this shit take to dry?"
"Maybe ten minutes?"
He gently took both of your wrists in his hands and set your palms back on the table. "You want me to paint your toenails, too?"
"Please," you whispered as his hands returned to the tops of your thighs. He was humming as he cupped your pussy with his fingers while he dragged his other hand up to your breasts beneath the shirt you were wearing.
Hands rough against your nipples, he asked, "Will you let me fuck you first? Paint your pussy really pretty too?"
"Oh my god, yes."
As soon as the words left your tongue, Bradley groaned loudly and thrusted upwards while he stroked your clit, and you practically screamed. "You have to be quiet, Princess," he warned, and you pressed your lips together. "God, you got me so fucking worked up, just sitting here with your little pussy wrapped around me."
He fucked up into of you again and again until you were actually holding onto the table to keep yourself upright on his lap. "Daddy," you whimpered as he went a little faster. Each movement had your clit bouncing against his sure fingers, and when he started spanking you softly with them, you nearly screamed again.
"Oh. Oh, fuck," he grunted, panting next to your ear. His breath was warm, and his words were sinfully deep as he told you, "I'm gonna come." He moaned your name as he held you to his chest, fucking you with your legs spread wide on his lap. "It's so fucking good."
Bradley's hips rolled as he filled you with his cum, his broad chest rising and falling against your back. You were about to turn and kiss him when he hauled you to your feet as his softening cock slipped out of you. You squealed as he eased you down onto the floor on your back and pushed your legs open wide.
"What are you doing?" you asked as he knelt and eased himself into position with his hands on the backs of your thighs.
"You didn't come." He licked your pussy, making you gasp. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if you came tonight or not, because you loved the cock warming, but his face was already buried in your messy pussy. You felt so wet as you propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His mustache was covered in his own cum and your wetness as he looked up at you and said, "You didn't get enough of my attention this week. You deserve more. I always want you to have more. I'll make you come."
He sounded so sure of himself, and as soon as you nodded he went back to work. "Daddy!" you whined when his tongue swept up around both of your holes before swirling around your clit like he was unwilling to leave any of his cum behind. Just the thought of it had you clenching, and then he started to fuck you with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. The noises were beautifully obscene.
As he started to add a little pressure, you realized something big was building inside you. "Oh god!" you groaned, once again loud enough that you should be concerned about waking up Noah. Your hips rocked up to meet his mouth and fingers, and your legs started shaking.
Bradley grunted as he licked a long stripe and then started to suck. When he released you, your hips bobbed to chase him for more. "So damn sensitive," he crooned, his face a glistening mess as he licked his mouth and looked up at you. "Squirt for me."
You don't know how he knew better than you did what you were about to do, but he licked you from your asshole all the way to your clit while you rocked against him. He pumped two fingers deep inside you, stroking you just right while he plucked at your clit, and you shook your head from side to side on the kitchen floor.
"Daddy." It came out as a gasp as you felt yourself gush.
You squirted on his face. You could feel it dripping down your butt to the floor. You felt wet everywhere as Bradley continued to pump his fingers gently in and out. "Baby," he whined, licking all around your overworked pussy until you shook. Then he kissed along your inner thigh and said, "I always want to make you come. You're mine. Now don't move an inch. You've done enough."
He leaned over your body, and kissed your lips, letting you taste the mess both of you made all over his face. It was intoxicating, licking his own cum from his mustache where he also tasted like you. But perhaps the best part was the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth before he said, "I love you."
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Bradley took his time, making sure they looked as good as he could get them. Every swipe of polish on one of your toenails was accompanied by a press of his lips to your foot or ankle. You were laying on the floor looking like a perfect fucked out mess. He could still see a drop of his cum ready to drip out of your pussy if you moved just right, and you'd squirted all over him and the floor. The whole room smelled like sex and nail polish with your underlying wildflower scent, and he wished he could bottle it up.
You giggled when he pressed his lips and mustache to your ankle. "Tickles," you whispered, looking up at him in adoration. So he kissed your ankle again before finishing up with his painting project and blowing softly on your nails. Your eyes drifted closed as you told him, "You're such a dream, Bradley. You just painted my nails and made me squirt on the kitchen floor."
This was the life he wanted with you. He'd worship you and love you. Take care of anything you or Noah needed. Dote on his family. And if another baby came along, well, he was ready for that, too. After this weekend, he prayed you'd be sporting your engagement ring, because more than anything else, he was ready for that next step.
He kissed the side of your big toe before setting your foot down on the messy floor. "Your nails look damn good."
"Thank you, Daddy," you whispered as you pushed yourself up and crawled toward him. He picked you up and carried you directly to the bathroom where he got the shower ready for you and pulled his shirt over your head.
"I'll be right back. As soon as I clean up the floor." He kissed your smiling lips before dashing back into the kitchen. He took a deep breath and groaned. "Incredible," he whispered, wiping up the floor and cleaning up your nail supplies. Then he joined you in the shower.
"Will you sing to me?" you asked a little groggily when he wrapped you up in his arms. He sang his favorite song while he looked at your purple nails and thought about getting that ring on your finger. As soon as you were in bed for the night, he made sure Noah was asleep, and then he took Skittles outside. Before he climbed in bed, he checked the top of the closet for the ring box. Everything was ready to go. When he pulled the covers up, you scooted closer to him in your sleep.
"I love you, Baby."
Friday morning, he needed to be on base early, so he woke you up just before he left in his flight suit. When he pressed his lips to your forehead, you tried to pull him back into bed. "I can't," he whispered with a laugh. "But I'll be home and ready to leave for the hospital tour at five. And Amelia should be here by then, too."
"Okay," you croaked softly as you cracked one eye open. "I'll take care of Noah."
"I know you will," Bradley rasped, now desperately wishing he could climb back in bed with you and let you know how much he fucking appreciated you. "I'll leave the coffee maker on. I love you."
You waved from bed as he grabbed his wallet and keys and made his way to the front door. There was nobody out yet, and he got to base quickly only to find Nat and Javy practically groping each other by their cars. When she saw his Bronco pulling in, Nat jumped away from Javy like he was actually made out of fire and started to head for the building.
"Could have told you to stay away from that one, man," Bradley said as he closed his door behind him.
"I asked her out," Javy replied sadly. "Four times."
Bradley clapped him on the shoulder. "Either throw in the towel now, or get ready for the longest marathon of your life."
He started walking away when Javy called out, "So you think if I stick with it, she'll admit she's in love with me?"
Bradley shrugged. "The only thing I know for sure is that she's a pain in the ass."
Bradley dropped his stuff off in the locker room and headed out onto the tarmac where Cyclone and Mav were waiting for him. He saluted both of his superiors and then collected the paperwork Admiral Simpson handed to him. "This is your itinerary for tomorrow morning. Be here by 0500 to fly your aircraft up to Miramar to meet with everyone else you'll be flying with. Some are from Lemoore. Some are from out of state. Make Top Gun look good."
Then he left Bradley alone with Mav to go over the schedule and practice the maneuvers. "Listen," Bradley said as they walked toward his jet. "The earlier I can get out of here today, the better."
"Amelia's babysitting tonight, right?" Maverick asked. "You're doing the charity hospital tour?"
"Yeah, and I'll need to get some actual sleep tonight if I'm waking up at four in the morning tomorrow," Bradley replied. "It's not just about the air show at this point." When Mav gave him a confused look, Bradley sighed and added, "I'm hoping to go from boyfriend to fiancé this weekend." Maverick broke out into a toothy grin. "And don't you dare tell Penny!"
He held his hands up innocently before pulling Bradley in for a tight hug. "It'll be our little secret. But your mom and dad would have loved to see how good you are with Noah, and that you chose a partner with him in mind. And I'm proud of you, too."
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"But I'm hungry," Noah whined as soon as you got him home. Casey pissed you off by taking so long to retrieve Noah, and now you were running late. The plan was for Amelia to order a pizza since you and Bradley would be enjoying food at the cocktail reception, but you still needed to get ready to go. Thankfully you usually always had a snack prepared.
"How about some ants on logs?" you asked him as you kicked off your shoes and opened the back door for Skittles. Before Noah could answer, you opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of carrots and peanut butter. He settled in a chair at the table and started crunching through a carrot stick. You started to feel flushed and warm when you thought about last night's activities that took place exactly where you were standing now.
Skittles broke you free from your thoughts as she pawed at the door to come inside. You scooped some dinner into her bowl and then ran to the bedroom as you said, "I'll be right back, Noah."
Black dress, black heels, black thong. You smiled for the millionth time when you looked at your purple nails. You just needed to get your beaded clutch down from the top of the closet. As you stood on tiptoes, you brushed your hand along the shelf. Your fingers connected with Bradley's gym bag, and you pushed it out of the way. Then you felt the corners of a small, square box instead of your bag, and you wrapped your fingers around it just when you heard knocking at the front door.
You gave up on your quest and ran to let Amelia inside. "Hey," she said casually as you opened the door.
"Can you order a pizza and feed Noah?" you asked her as you handed her your purple credit card. "I really need to get ready."
"Sure," she replied heading for the kitchen where she greeted Noah with a pat on his head. You could hear her asking what kind of pizza he wanted while she got his coloring books out.
When you made it back to the closet, this time you got your hand on your beaded bag right away. "Perfect," you muttered. You took the world's fastest shower and got your hair and makeup perfected. When you heard Bradley walk inside, you were slipping your thong up your legs and then shimmying into your dress. When you looked in the mirror, you turned to inspect yourself. Everything looked pretty damn good.
"Hey, Princess," Bradley said when he let himself in the bedroom. "Wow."
The look he was giving you was so funny when he himself was standing there in a clean flight suit looking like a million bucks. "You look hot, Daddy," you said as you picked up your high heels and rushed toward him. "We need to go, or we'll be late."
He kissed you and wrapped his hands around your hips. "We could just stay home? I think we should stay home."
You pouted up at him playfully. "But I wanted to tour the hospital. Jake promised me he'd take me if he was flying in the air show. Remember?"
Bradley stroked your jaw with his thumb, a playful smile on his lips. "Don't be a brat."
You moaned as he took your shoes from your hand and knelt in front of you. "I'll behave," you promised, your breath catching a bit at the sight of him on one knee as he helped you step into your shoes. You let your fingers play with his wavy hair as he kissed your thighs just below the bottom of your dress, and when he stood, he scooped you up in his arms.
"As excited as you are about tonight, that's how excited I am for tomorrow," he whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I'm excited for everything," you promised as he carried you out to say goodnight to Noah.
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Daddy has some big plans for the weekend. And if she touches that box one more time, he might have a heart attack. But what I wouldn't give to have him paint my nails. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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WY@ ☾
exboyfriend!minghao x fem!reader
Warnings: kissing, cursing, explicit smut, oral (m.), unprotected sex, cumming inside, cum swallowing, toxic relationship,
Summary: Even I know you ain't no good for me, but you feel so good to me
Word Count: 2.1k
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song – wy@ - brent faiyaz
wya delivered
You look at the text message for the fourth time in the past 2 minutes. Your heart is racing and your stomach is turning.
You know better.
You are better than this.
You shouldn’t let him back in.
home sent
thought so
omw delivered
You drop your phone on your bed and stand on your feet. Your heart is instantly filled with a mix of regret and excitement. One, however, outweighs the other. You're better than this, you really are. Somewhere deep down inside you already hate yourself for what's to come, but it's not nearly enough to outweigh how much you want to see him.
You pace around the room anxiously awaiting his arrival.
When he arrives, he only knocks once, like always. It makes your heart stop beating in your chest and then pick up at a faster rate.
You stop yourself from rushing over to the door. You inhale, taking small steps to the door. You turn the knob with shaky hands and open it enough just to expose the top half of your body. "Hao."
His hair has gotten longer since you've seen him last. His black hair has grown into a shaggy mullet, longer than usual but not enough to cover the sliver piercings along his ear.
He leans against your door frame with both of his hands in his pockets. "Hi baby," he smirks.
His eyes are glued to your frame, looking you up and down shamelessly. Aside from the slight smirk tugging at his lips, his face has the same unreadable expression as always. You never really know what he's thinking, he masks it so well behind his intimidating eyes. They're dark and piercing, as though he can see right through you.
The entire atmosphere around you has changed instantly. You know you'll regret it, but he keeps pulling you back in effortlessly.
He cups your jaw and draws soft circles on your cheek. His face draws in closer to yours and your lips are mere centimeters apart. "I missed you," He breathes out.
"I missed you too," You respond a little too quickly.
His lips curve upward and he closes the small gap separating you. Fuck, it's so wrong. You know it's wrong, but it feels so good. You allow yourself to fall into his trap every single time.
He presses his lips against yours, kissing you softly and gently. He doesn't give in too much, failing to match the way you're desperately touching and kissing him. The cold metal from the snake bites on his plump bottom lip brushes against your skin and sends chills through your body.
He pulls away, leaving you wanting more. He awaits your response, knowing you'll invite him in. He knows he doesn't ever have to ask. It's too easy with you. He knows his place in your life regardless of how much you pretend he doesn't mean anything.
You step back, opening the door wider for him. "Come."
He grins, stepping through the familiar doorway and closing the door behind him. He follows behind you as you lead him into your bedroom.
He knows exactly what he came here for. You do too, despite how much you try to convince yourself it'll be more. His eyes watch your back profile, taking in the way your hips sway and the way your shorts are riding up with each step.
Your bedroom is already dimly lit when you enter. He kicks the door closed with his foot and pulls your body against his. He holds you close to him, taking what's his.
You press you body firm against his, feeling the way his half-hard cock pokes at the inside of your thigh. Your lips leave his, trailing along his jaw and his neck. You suck lightly on his skin, but he stops you before you can mark him.
He pulls you by your hair, tilting your head back and forcing you to look him in the eyes. His demeanor sends shivers down your spine and makes you weak in the knees. He's not too rough with you, just enough the grab your attention.
He doesn't say anything, simply suggestively raising an eyebrow. You know exactly what he wants.
Per his silent request, you drop to your knees and reach for his belt. You unbuckle it and pull his black jeans down to his ankles. You rub your palm over the bulge peaking through his black boxers slowly. You hear a curse slip from between his plump lips as he runs his teeth along the bottom.
"Don't tease," He rasps.
You're quick to obey, pulling the material down to his ankles and allowing his cock to spring free. You waste no take, taking him in your small hand and pumping him slowly. You twist your hand, swiping your thumb across the tip to spread the pre-cum dripping from the tip.
He sighs in satisfaction.
You run your tongue along his length, coating it with your saliva from base to tip. His head tips back and his hand tangles within your hair. He's getting impatient.
You open your mouth wide, attempting to take as much of him as you can fit in your mouth. He guides you, pushing your head and making you accidentally gag around his cock.
"Be good, I know you can take it," he rasps.
You hum in acknowledgment, sending vibrations through his cock. He breathes out in pleasure. You start bobbing your head at a steady pace, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You focus on breathing through your nose and avoid gagging around him too much.
Your mouth drips with saliva, coating his cock and making it easier to slip between your lips. The moans and curses slipping from between his plump lips are turning you on. You can feel your panties start to stick to your skin uncomfortably and you press your thighs together to relieve the ache.
You cup his balls with one of your hands, massaging lightly and making him let out the most beautiful moan. Your other hand finds solace on his thigh for support. He's still pushing your head down his length, causing your nails to dig into his skin. The pain isn't unbearable, especially when the pleasure from your mouth masks most of it.
Your eyes are watering and your throat is sore, but hearing him moan is worth it. You can sense him getting closer, the way the muscles in his thigh grow tighter, and the way his moans grow breathier.
You let him push your head a few more times before he reaches his climax and unloads in your mouth. You gag as the warm spurts of cum trickle down the back of your throat.
You pull away, swallowing his entire load as you wipe your teary eyes. Your lips are glistening from his cum and your throat and knees are achy.
He holds his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself to avoid going soft. His cock twitches as it grows back into the length he fucked down your throat only moments ago.
"Come here baby," He tilts your head back lightly. "Fuck, you're so pretty."
You blink away the rest of your tears and rise back onto your feet. He pushes you lightly enough to have your back meet the mattress. He strips himself completely of his clothes and hovers on top of you. You do the same, tossing your clothes off layer by layer until you're lying naked underneath him.
"You gonna let me fuck you raw?" He asks, rubbing his tip along your folds teasingly.
You breathe out at the much-needed contact. It's not much, just enough to leave you aching for more. When you don't respond immediately, he pushes his tip in and pulls out just as quickly.
"I asked you something, pretty girl," he smirks.
"Yes, fuck yes," You nod desperately. "Please."
It's all the permission he needs before flipping you over and sliding his length into you. His pace is rough from the start, his hips smacking against your ass with turbulence.
You cry out, body jerking forward as you grip the sheets for dear life. Your back arches as he fills you up repeatedly. His cock hits deep inside of you, making it hard for you to stay quiet.
He holds you steady by your hips, pulling your body back against his at the same pace he thrusts into you. The sound of sweaty skin smacking against each other fills the room.
"Fucking love this pussy, love you," he groans.
You take his words to heart. He's telling you everything you want to hear and you can't help but listen.
He groans out loud, relishing in the way your pussy tightens around his length. It feels so good to have him inside of you again. His hips pull back, thrusting back into you with a force that sends shivers through your body.
You tighten around him uncontrollably, Minghao's grunts turning you on even more. You're dripping around his length, only making it easier for him to fuck his cock deep inside of you.
"Hao..." You whimper. "I... I–"
Your voice is hushed as he presses your face deeper into the pillow. "I know baby, I know." He rasps out.
You're making it harder for him, tightening and squeezing around his length. It's a telltale sign he knows all too well, that you're close. "C'mon gorgeous, I know you're close."
You nod into the pillow. Your hands grip the sheets tighter as your orgasm courses through your body. Your legs shake and you moan into the pillow.
He fucks you through it, pushing his hips into your ass as he thrusts his length into you. His nails begin to dig into your hips as his own orgasm overwhelms him.
"Fuckkkkk," He groans.
He cums inside of you, spilling his load deep into you and painting your walls white. He pulls out of you and lays down on the bed next to you. He lets out a breath of satisfaction.
The room falls quiet as the two of you lay together beneath the sheets. He doesn't hold you or cuddle you, he simply lays by your side in silence.
His phone suddenly buzzes and he rolls over to check. You can't help but notice how easily his attention was drawn to his phone. You hardly appear to be an afterthought to him.
He sits up to reply to the message before leaning over and planting a kiss on your forehead. "I'm heading out."
His words crush you. The post-sex clarity is really beginning to kick in and the regret outweighs the excitement.
"Where are you going?" Your tone is bitter, you're getting emotional and it's hard to mask your hurt.
He leans over the side of the bed, grabbing his pants and underwear and sliding them back onto his body. "Out."
You frown. "Thought you were gonna stay the night."
"Never said I was," his response is short and devoid of any interest.
"I know... I guess I was just hoping," You bite the inside of your cheek.
"Don't bother," He shrugs.
Ouch.
"Fine," You mumble. "Didn't think it was a crime for you to want to spend time with me."
"Can you not do this shit tonight, Y/n?" he rolls his eyes. He rarely ever calls you by name. Even the two years you were actually together, it was rare he'd ever do so. You're so used to hearing pet names– his words now only sting.
"I just don't understand why you'd tell me you love me and then leave like I don't mean anything to you," You scoff.
"I do love you, but we're not together anymore." He pulls his shirt over his head. "You know it's complicated."
"If you loved me you would-"
"I'm not talking about this anymore. I'm leaving, I'll hit you back later." He rolls his eyes and scoffs.
You sit there, embarrassed and dumbfounded. You shouldn't be shocked, you did it to yourself. He's never really talked to you like that or been so cold toward you.
But you've only seen him a few times since the breakup. You're not his girlfriend anymore. Of course, he wasn't going to treat you like it. You're an idiot, truly. Expecting that he'd call you baby and hold you and take care of you the way he used to.
Hell, he stopped doing it long before things even ended.
He grabs his phone and leaves without saying another word. It leaves a bad taste on your tongue and a hole in your heart. Somewhere deep down inside of you, you're better than this.
You tell yourself that this is the last time and you'll be through. You fight back tears, knowing the reality of your situation. The next time his name pops up on your phone, you'll fuck up and do exactly what he wants.
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day 10: virginity
nct/wayv
1.4k words
female reader insert
Reader x Liu Yangyang
NSFW
🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤
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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."
Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.
"It was just a joke," says Renjun.
You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"
"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."
Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."
Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."
But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.
What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).
But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.
Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."
It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.
The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.
You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.
Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.
But Yangyang...
"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.
He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."
"Because you were kind of out of pocket."
"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."
That's a good plan, in theory.
Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.
After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.
You stick around.
The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.
It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-
Well. No reason to go overboard.
You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.
He doesn't answer. You knock harder.
The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"
"He went home," you interrupt.
"Then you should-"
"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"
"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"
You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."
It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.
"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.
There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.
"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."
"He never feels bad."
That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."
"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."
"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."
Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."
"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."
He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"
"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.
"Really?"
"In my experience, yes."
There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.
It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.
"No!"
"Oh, come on!" he whines.
"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"
"You're already here!"
You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"
"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."
You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.
"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.
But even as you protest, you know how you feel.
Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.
"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."
"Ew."
As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-
"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."
"You wouldn't dare-"
But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.
Well.
Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.
You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.
Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.
Right onto Yangyang.
He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.
Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.
"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).
He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."
Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.
"Then it's your lucky day."
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In The Light
Nathan Bateman x Female Reader
Summary: Nathan takes you camping to the highest mountain in his estate. He may have more plans than he's letting on.
A/N: 18+, fully consensual smut, bit of powerplay, Nathan has control issues, brief reference to scars and wounds that are canon. Written on the spur of the moment on my phone so typoes. Thanks to @my-secret-shame for thinking it's an idea worth a story
"Holy fuck", you whistled, taking in the sight before you. When Nathan had suggested trekking up the hill to camp, you'd expected...a camp. It did pique your interest that you weren't carrying tents, and he'd insisted it's not necessary to pack much. Now it made sense. At the top of the mountain right behind his research facility, the man had built himself a cabin worthy of magazine covers.
"How did you...", you start, eyes sparkling in awe. "There's not even a path..."
"Life finds a way", he says shrugging off his daypack and padding over to a fully stocked wine cabinet. "Fancy a glass?"
You blink owlishly as Nathan pours a couple drinks without waiting for your response. You were still sweaty from the long hike up. Heck, you'd had to climb up rock faces at a couple spots. Within six hours you'd gone from lush rolling meadows to grey rocks and thin flaky snow. Your feet bring you to the French windows overlooking the valleys, his estate lands as far as your eyes could fathom. It's a beautiful sight, the empty rolling hills, and the knowledge there's not a single other human for all the miles around.
"I come here to take a break from everyone", He hands you a glass, tilting his own in a salute. You scoff before you can stop yourself. His brows pinch in a faint frown and his chin tilts down. His wide brown eyes peer over the gold rimmed glasses, daring you to explain yourself. "You talk as if you're not a recluse already", you mutter, setting the glass down after a small sip. Usually he'd challenge a comment like that, or outright start a debate, but today his lips curl up into a smirk.
"I lied", he shrugs, a far too recognisable spark of mischief in his eyes. Before you can open your mouth to respond, he closes the few inches separating you. When you're back knocks against the thick glass of the floor to ceiling windows, he's grinning like a cat that got the cream. "You wanna know why I really come here?" he eggs you on. Something tells you it's a trap, another of his games you really shouldn't play into, but you're oh so curious. When he presses the rim of his glass to your chilled lips, coaxing them open and slowly pouring some in, you slowly nod.
"I come here", he starts, drawing away the empty glass and setting it aside. "To remind myself" His warm fingers trace your cold rosy cheeks, pausing and taking in the slight tremor in your form. "...To remind myself what's mine"
Your brows shoot up, ready to call him a cocky bastard. But words die on your tongue as a large palm settles at the back of your neck and swiftly turns you around so your face is pressed against the glass. The glass is surprisingly not cold, but there's a thousand feet drop before you. Nathan's hand slowly strokes down your back, as if petting a pouting toddler. "Relax, it's strong enough for an elephant", he says in a voice that doesn't seem eager to reassure you.
"What the fuck, Nathan", you hiss. "Let me go"
"I could", he starts, gathering your hair and sweeping it across one of your shoulders. You feel the soft brush of his beard on the sliver of skin on the other shoulder. "Or I could tell you why you're here"
You sputter in indignation at the comment. "A certain someone told me we're going camping", you huff, pressing your hips back into his. Two can play this game.
"And you believed them. Seems like my algorithm did a better job at choosing you than I'd expected", his voice is practically dripping with mirth.
"Your genius creation didn't work as you'd expected. Who would've thought", you mutter dryly.
That makes him pause. His fingers loosen around your neck, and he even takes a step back. The warmth of his broad form hovers inches away and it feels like a loss in more ways than one. Did you cross a line? Fuck, yes, you did.
"Nathan...I...", you whisper carefully. "I didn't mean to..." His hands leave you completely now, and you swiftly turn to face him. With his lips pursed he shrugs,"I brought that upon myself" He doesn't resist when you grab a hold of his hands, press a chaste kiss to his chest where you know the scars are.
"You did", you agree. "But that wasn't cool...am sorry" He regards you carefully for a few moments before he shakes his head with an amused chuckle. "You're too empathetic for your own good", he points out. "Or you wouldn't be stuck with me"
"How do you know you're not stuck with me?", your eyes dance playfully, grateful for the dissipating tension.
"Because, baby, when I'm up here.... whatever the light touches and my eyes can see, it's mine"
It sounds conceited, superfluous. If this was anyone but Nathan Bateman, you'd shrug it off as pretentious. But this man is honest, raw. As infuriating as it is to hear, it's the truth.
"I wanted to show you the sunset from here", he continues, stepping closer. His hands slide under your shirt to grip your sides, chest pressed against yours. "And I wanted to see how you look in the falling light", he completes.
Everywhere the light touches....
Your eyes are wide in a mix of awe and disbelief when he presses his lips to yours. From that it's a few moments to you moaning deeply into his mouth, tongue rolling over his as you both struggled to get the upper hand.
Your cheek bumps against the glass again, and his hands are almost rough as they pull down your trekking pants. He's grinding into your ass, hot and hard, hands grabbing your breasts in pure hunger. "Fuck me", you demand, rolling your hips into his. "You don't give orders", his snap comes out almost as a purr. If the harsh pinches on your nipples were meant to be a rebuke they didn't achieve the intended outcome.
"I decide what happens here", he whispers into your ear, rewarding your grunt of frustration with another strong squeeze of your breasts.
"M-make me yours?" your voice falters, and you swear you feel his hips stutter.
"Say that again", his voice is breathless.
"Make me yours Nathan, show me who I belong to", you moan, groaning as that earns you a sharp nip on your bare neck.
"Don't bother keeping quiet, angel", his warning sounds more of a gloat. And that's all the warning you get before he quickly parts your thighs and impales himself in one bold stroke.
The sounds you make are filthy, needy moans and pathetic begs of going harder, faster. His hips are fucking into you at a punishing pace, and your trek-tired body would've given out had he not held you up by your chest. He chases his orgasm with all the focus of the genius he is, but damn is he good at what he does. Your lips leave a small line of drool on the glass as your mouth parts in a silent cry, pleasure overwhelming every sense. When he finally cums in you, you're shaking at the ebb of your orgasm, knees weak and mind in a daze.
You wake up to soft sheets and a warm figure pressed to your front. Morning light poured into the room and the man curled up with his back to your chest was still sound asleep. You began to push yourself up to wash, but dropped back to the bed with a wince.
Nathan was up in a jiffy, eyes almost wild as he looked for potential dangers. His face softens into a chuckle when he sees it's just you, curled up in a way that explains exactly why you'd winced. "Too much?", his voice is teasing. "Did you forget I'm not an Android?" you huff, watching as his figure steps off the bed and disappears into the washroom. "You asked for it. Quite literally", he comes back with a wet cloth, coaxing you to lay back and placing the warm fabric on your swollen folds.
"Well now I can't trek down", you're actually worried now. The climb up had not been a breeze and the idea of going down in this condition was frankly terrifying.
"We're not trekking down. Arthur's getting the helicopter here in two hours. Told him we have a medical situation."
"Very believable, Nathan", you grumble burrowing your head in his chest. "A medical situation that can wait hours"
"It's a shit ruse", he agrees. "And that's how he'll know you're mine."
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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 2)
Part 1
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warnings: explicit language
Sleeping on the Blacktop
“You’re asking me to assemble a team to prepare for attack and these guys are my choices?”
Jake hadn’t meant to raise his voice when speaking to Maverick, but the image of that girl and her fucking grin after her little performance was sending him spiraling.
Admiral Simpson responded before his captain could tear into his ass about his volume. “You aren’t impressed?”
Rooster spoke up from where he lounged against the opposite wall, the rest of the team scattered around the office like weeds. “I thought they were pretty good.”
Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You would.”
“Who’s top of the class so far?” Phoenix interrupted as she sensed the tension between her teammates rising with every second passing.
Cyclone smirked at Jake, and something about the older man’s expression irked him even more.
What was happening to him?
“Lieutenant Canadee. Callsign ‘Cheek’.”
He wanted to scream.
“She’s one hell of a pilot,” Coyote offered.
Jake didn’t know why, but the statement bugged him. “She’s reckless, is what she is!”
Eyes from all over the room settled on him, a genuine laugh leaving Phoenix at the sight of him. “Never thought I’d see the day Bagman wanted someone to take it slow.”
Jake rolled his eyes, both at the nickname and the comment. Maybe he wasn’t the safest or most “textbook perfect” pilot, but he was damn good and he knew his limits.
Most of the time.
But she didn’t. She hadn’t even finished the program yet, and she still flew with the arrogance of a seasoned professional.
And he hated it.
Every single part of her flying screamed ‘untouchable’. And that little bitter rage inside of him wanted to correct it, to put her in her place and keep her from killing herself.
‘That’s not true,’ snarled a little voice in the back of his head, and again, he yanked on that internal leash until it quieted.
It was true. It must’ve been true. He wouldn’t be so riled up over her if it wasn’t. She was dangerous and he wouldn’t allow that. Not on his first assignment as squadron leader.
“So my only options are inexperienced pilots who cower against some kid?” he simpered.
Maverick sighed, a defeated sound that only served to push Jake further. “Or you pick the kid.”
“I’m not putting her anywhere near my team.”
It was final, his voice. No room for argument or discussion. He had made his choice and that was that.
Rooster didn’t seem to think so.
“I don’t get why you’re so against the idea of her being on the team. Her and her RIO seem like a good pair, and the other pilots talk highly of her. She might do great,” he tried. Jake didn’t miss the way his voice seemed to soften more than usual, as if picking up on the tension mounting.
“Or she could get us all killed,” he sneered.
And herself, but he didn’t voice that point.
How was no one seeing his side of it? How had no one else in the room picked up on the fact that this was a ridiculous idea?
Top fucking 1%.
A beat passed before Beau sighed, pushing himself back from his desk and stalking around to lean on it. “The rest of the crew calls her and Rev ‘the Twins’.” His lips spread into a small grin that seemed to chill the air around them. “Ask me why.”
He was baiting him, and Jake knew, could read right into him. This was a way to reign him in without saying as much. Jake had been towing the line between passionate and disrespectful, and Admiral Simpson had had enough. He was trying to reel him in before he got too far out.
Jake, at least, had the decency to appreciate the effort.
“Why?” he all but spat.
If he was affected by the snappiness, Beau didn’t show it. “They walk alike. They talk alike. They think alike. They eat, breathe, sleep, and fly alike. They’re the most cohesive team I’ve had come through this program in quite some time, and yes, that includes all of you.” His eyes slid across the crew assembled, somehow making a room full of the Navy’s finest feel small and insignificant under his stare. “They’d be a fine addition to the team, but in the end, it’s up to you… squadron leader.”
The title sounded sour when he said it, and Jake realized this was never meant to be a reward for his bravery during the dagger mission, or a “challenge” as Maverick had tried to frame it.
It was a punishment. For not following orders and flying without instruction. Forget that he had saved Mav’s ass (and Rooster, the son of a bitch), he had bucked and shouted until he took what he wanted, and left despite his orders to stay put.
And they wanted him to pay for it.
Admiral Simpson would never say as much, and Maverick probably did see it as a learning opportunity, but Jake saw it for exactly what it was.
His captain stirred in his chair, shuffling his feet uncomfortably and finally speaking up again. “Give it a shot. You’ll have plenty of down time to talk to them, and starting tomorrow you all will be flying in dogfight drills with them. Just take a few days to get to know everyone and see who meshes with the rest of you,” he encouraged, but his eyes didn’t have the same cheer in them. He didn’t believe the words he was saying as much as anyone else in the office. “Be open-minded, and see what happens.”
See what happens. A team tasked with protecting the fortress they called ‘home’, and they wanted him to just…
see what happens?
Jake spun on his heel and stormed out before he said something that very well may have cost him his career.
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Coyote had tracked him down, pacing on the deck while sweat headed down his neck. It took all of twenty minutes to convince him to join the team for lunch, but he relented nonetheless and sulked behind his friend down the corridors and to the mess hall.
Goddamn Coyote.
Because “team lunch” didn’t just mean them, Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, and Payback.
“Team lunch” meant his team…
…and every single one of the rookies.
The urge to turn around and stalk back to the deck was almost overwhelming, but Coyote clamped a hand down on his shoulder and steered him towards a seat near Bradshaw. A quick glance over the crowd was enough for him to realize a certain young woman was absent, and he cursed the surge of disappointment he felt, insisting it was annoyance.
Yes. Annoyance. He was annoyed that she would skip team lunch. That’s all this was.
“If it isn’t our fearful leader,” Bradley cooed, halfway through a plate of whatever the higher ups had ordered for catering. A celebratory lunch, he was sure, for the graduating class.
Celebratory lunch for mediocrity.
Great.
Jake knew he was being unfair, anyone with eyes could tell he was in a mood, and it’s not like anyone did anything to piss him off. But he was upset, and he was squadron leader, so it was their problem now too.
He realized too late that Bradshaw had been in the middle of conversing with Rev, the latter of which was staring at Rooster like he hung the stars. He had half a mind to stand up and relocate, maybe sit somewhere where no one would bother him (like another room), when the door swung open, loud enough to echo through the room, and Rev’s eyes lit up.
“There she is!”
Fuck.
Cheek seemed to skip into the room, her steps light and bouncy and unrelentingly agitating for some reason. Because of course she would fly hard enough to make a mockery out of the rest of her team, and still have the audacity to just stroll on in.
The chair across from him was pulled out and before he could brace himself, she was in front of him, changed out of her flight suit into a Navy sweatshirt and athletic shorts. His nails bit into his palms at the sight of her bare legs, and he wanted to scream.
Jake knew her type. She flew fast, and without regard for herself, only concerned with the task and those around her, and that kind of flying was not what he wanted to put out in the field for this mission. He wouldn’t risk her failing and reaping the consequences because of her recklessness.
‘You don’t even know her,’ a voice in his head reasoned.
He didn’t have to. At least, he didn’t think so. He didn’t want to.
He didn’t.
“Hey handsome,” she smiled, and the way her eyes crinkled under the weight of it made his chest hurt.
He didn’t want to think about what that meant.
He didn’t.
A hand hovered in front of him, outstretched and gentle, and it was only then that he realized she had been speaking to him.
“What?” he bit out harshly.
But it didn’t deter her. That same bright smile was practically cemented to her cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Gwyn.”
Gwyn.
Gwyn.
Somehow having a name, an actual name to call her made the knot in his chest so much worse.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Hangman,” he replied without humor. She didn’t need to know anything beyond his callsign. He couldn’t handle the idea of her calling him anything else besides his callsign.
Her hand hung limply between them as she replied, “Oh we’re using callsigns. I’m Cheek.” Jake didn’t want to, but he shook her hand, for no other reason than to get her out of his space and back to her side of the table where she wasn’t so suffocatingly close. She perched herself on the edge of her chair, elbows resting on the table, as she leaned in like she was hanging on to every word he said.
“Alec Shaw, callsign ‘Rev’,” cut in the dark haired man next to her. Jake didn’t bother offering to shake his hand, and Alec didn’t seem interested in offering his.
Bradshaw introduced himself next, ever the charmer, and began a series of polite questions that Jake probably should’ve been asking as squadron leader, but he was too preoccupied watching the way Gwyn’s eyes followed their every movement, as if she was scared to miss something.
“So,” Rooster smiled, lacing his hands together on the table, “why do they call you ‘Cheek’?”
Gwyn opened her mouth to respond, but Rev beat her to the chase, and Jake got the distinct impression that he did that often.
“Because she never knows when to shut the hell up.”
The young woman smiled, clearly unbothered but the comment, but Jake bit back the urge to reprimand Alec for it all the same.
‘See what happens.’
Fuck.
He knew he should’ve been more engaging in the conversation, maybe even make rounds to different tables and speak with all the other candidates, but he was glued to his chair, trying (and failing) to ignore Gwyn as she told Bradshaw about how she had been invited to join the program.
“Alec and I have been flying together since flight school, so we were really stoked to be invited here together.”
“You make a good team,” Bradley smiled politely, side-eyeing Jake in a way that told him he should be paying attention. Jake sighed and sat up.
“What makes you better than every other pilot here?”
Straight to the point. He wanted to hear her brag out of her ass that way he could report back to Mac that she wasn’t a reliable team member, and move on.
Gwyn’s brow furrowed, only a little, but enough for him to catch it before it was gone. Almost instantly, she replied, “I don’t think I’m any better than the other pilots. I don’t think anyone here is any better than anyone else. I just happen to have a great RIO, and we just happen to make a great team.”
Rooster nodded approvingly, but Jake tensed. That wasn’t the answer he wanted, not the kind of answer that was going to help solidify his feelings towards her and help him be done with all of this. So he pushed.
“You may not be better than anyone else here. Some of us are.”
The furrow in her brow was back. Alec sat up a little straighter, glancing between the two of them before interjecting. “Well, what makes you better than the rest?”
His response was instant, practically rehearsed. “I'm faster, I'm smarter, I'm just better.”
“Do you think I’m not as good as you are?”
The tone she spoke to him with was quiet, almost timid, and he knew he had hit a nerve. A better man would’ve pulled back, maybe apologized, and moved the conversation along. But he didn’t want to be a better man. He wanted to be rid of her and the tingling that was now spreading through his chest and down his spine.
“With all due respect, only one of us has actually completed Top Gun.”
“And yet, we’re sitting at the same table.”
Jake’s shoulders tensed at the challenge in her words. She was angry, and pushing his buttons. Had he deserved it? Sure.
Would he accept it? No.
“What are you implying?”
Her gaze narrowed before settling again, and when she spoke again her voice was distant. “Nothing, Lieutenant Seresin.”
She stood from her chair and left the room in four strides, quickly enough to miss the way his face fell at how she said his name, spitting it out like a curse.
Alec watched her go, and smirked. “We’ll see you guys tomorrow for drills.” And with that, he stalked after her.
Rooster sighed from beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, but deciding not to speak. Jake didn’t need him to, anyway. He knew was being an ass, but it was like he didn’t have control over his mouth or his feelings. He didn’t want this responsibility, didn’t want to lead a team. Even more, he didn’t want to lead a team with her in it. Didn’t want to think about the mission at hand and how it would affect not only his friends, but some kid who hadn’t even finished Top Gun yet. So if he had to bitch and moan his way into getting her as far away from this assignment, so be it.
It still didn’t fix the feeling in his chest, though.
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"That's A Wrap!!!"
A Reggie Kray X Abigail Hathorne(FemOC) One-Shot
***LIT SMUT***
A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing good and yes I haven't posted much I actually wanted to take a little "break" and also just haven't been feeling myself lately. But I wanted to give you guys a new One-Shot. And this time finally I'm touching on my favorite gnagster of all time, Reggie Kray. I actually was daydreaming about this piece of cinema a couple of days ago and I said "Reggie and his GF making love in the movies?" what an idea right? And here it is and I hope you all enjoy this short and fun short story of Reggie and Abigail. Again thank you all for the support and please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for me and my blog as a whole. Thank you to each and every one of you guys love you guys to death. As always guys please enjoy and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!!
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Word Count: 4,520
WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Violence, Some Graphic Blood, Mentions of Trauma, Death, Gang Affiliations, Fluff, and Lit SMUT
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Abigail and Reggie had been together for almost a year since he laid eyes on her that night at The Esmeralda’s Barn. It was very unexpected for Abigail to encounter the notorious and fearful prince gangster of East London. She was solely focused on getting herself a quick drink to enjoy the many cheerful sounds of the people surrounding her. In her perspective, she never had a single thought of ever finding a man in a place such as The Esmeralda’s Barn. But that thought alone would change her point of view of men when she met Reggie that same night when he step foot inside the hall of the club.
It happened so quickly when Abigail was sitting alone at the bar counter while drinking her second cup of red wine since she got there. She didn’t notice his presence after she heard that smooth, charming, and yet booming voice he possesses once Abigail eyed him sideways.
“Two gins like usual,” Reggie said while he took out his pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he lit it up with his small gold light.
Abigail suddenly felt chills running down her spine as she caressed the top of the cup with her right finger. Lost in her thoughts, however, the man behind the bar came back with some drinks that they accidentally tumbled in front of Abigail. Making her gasp, and stood up on her feet at the cold liquid now all over her long sleeve dark brown dress.
“I’m deeply sorry miss, please let me help you clean that for you,” the bartender said in a panicked and stuttering voice, trying to find a towel for Abigail to dry herself up.
“You mate, yea, FUCK OFF NOW!!!” said Reggie, shouting out at the young man behind the counter. He didn’t question him back and did what he was told.
Some people around her were looking on, suddenly feeling embarrassed as her cheeks became red as blood.
“Sweetheart, you alrigh’? Come on, I’ll escort you to the ladies’ room so you can get yourself clean up, yea? And I’m sorry abou’ that young lad, he is a bit of a clumsy bastard but he won’t be coming back here anymore now. But I am terribly sorry abou’ that love,” the tall man said as he was then handed a small wet towel from Albert as he gently placed it against her dress.
“No, it is alright. It’s not a big deal this happened to me before, believe me, but thank you, good sir,” Abigail said as she and Reggie made their way through the crowd making their way to the bathroom.
“Sir? Did you just call me sir? That is actually very cute of you there love, from now on alrigh’ you will only call me by my first name. And that is Reggie, not sir, yea? Especially for a lovely-looking woman like you, that seems so pure and innocent just by looking into your eyes,” he said as Abigail gave a smile at his nice compliment.
After about an hour later of cleaning her dress to the best of her ability, she then made her way out of the ladies’ room. To her surprise, Reggie was there waiting for her all this time, which made her feel a bit confused.
“Reggie, were you really waiting for me all this time? Why?” Abigail said in a shy tone as he took another drag from his white cigarette and let out a slow and smooth blow.
“Because why not?” he said, making a small shrug of his shoulders as he walked his way to her, taking another puff of his cigarette, “I wanted to know you looked good and well, you are pretty much alone around here. Wanted to ask if maybe if you don’ mind I be some company for you tonight if that is something you wish to have?”
Abigail didn’t know what to say about this unexpected request from someone as handsome as Reggie did. She then bit her bottom lips lightly, trying to accept his request or reject him, since Abigail felt like it wasn’t what she wasn’t expecting tonight. She never really had any boys come up to her and ask her for a drink or a dance since she got there at the club. Abigail was thinking of leaving after she got her second cup of wine until Reggie came along tonight.
“Well, I was thinking of leaving right now but… actually…,” Abigail’s words trailed off for a second while collapsing her hands together once again, feeling her face flushed red again.
She could feel Reggie’s warm presence as he took in another puff from his cigarette as he side smiled in her direction.
“How abou’ this then yea? Would you like to go out with me sometime this week, like maybe Saturday night? I can take you on a nice dinner date and I’ll let you choose whatever place you like. If that is something you might like and be interested in and also if you feel comfortable, of course. It is up to you, darlin’, and if you say no, I’ll respectfully take your word, love.”
Before Abigail could speak again, a gentleman with a very nice-looking suit and his light brown hair combed smoothly back on his head, then disrupted them.
“Reggie Jack is here, and he wants to speak to ya, and he said it’s urgent too,” the man said as he noticed Abigail in front of him, “Oh my apologizes miss for the interruption, I’ll see you in a bit Reg.”
Reggie just nodded his head as the man left them alone again, seeing his facial expression change, looking a bit disappointed at being called for.
“I must go now love, I’m very sorry to leave you soon. If you want to find me and need anything, I’ll be sitting with my brother at a corner table booth. Again I must apologize miss… I’m sorry, what’s your name dear?”
“Abigail, my name is Abigail Hathorne, but you can just call me Abi for sort,” she said, giving Reggie a small smile.
“Abigail, well, that is quite a lovely name. I like it a lot. It was a pleasure to meet you then and again. I apologize for leaving you in such circumstances, really. But you have a lovely nigh’ love,” Reggie said as he now made his way down the small brown-lit hallway until Abigail called out to him and placed a hand on his left forearm.
“Reggie wait, I… I accept your date with you and what do you say maybe 7:30 at night at most? And if that hour fits for you, then as well?” she said, feeling nervous now that she quickly welcomed his offer.
Reggie did that same attractive side smile at her, and Abigail looked away for a moment.
“Of course Abi, Saturday night at 7:30 in the evening. I’ll be there for you then. Would you like another drink with me, love hmm?” he said as he searched for those brown almond eyes that he had been growing fond of since this entire night.
“Hehe… I would love that very much Mr. Kray,” she said as she looked up at his astonishing brown dark eyes, which he then gave her a quick wink.
“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”
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Having a movie date night was one of the best things that Abigail enjoyed the most when Reggie wasn’t away from work. She already knew what type of business Reggie and older brother Ronnie were into, not really minding how much blood and bones were being broken or shed. Especially that one night when he was released from prison, he and Ronnie got into a terrible fight with each other. Finding out that Ronnie was going overboard and fucking their entire system while he was away made Reggie infuriated, and they got into a bloody fight. Abigail felt devastated at seeing both brothers fight almost each other to death, but after all, they were still brothers by blood in the end.
Reggie afterward felt terrible that Abigail had to witness such a thing, but she didn’t mind it for one bit since she had seen that type of violence growing up with her older brother Vincent.
Back in Manhattan, where she and her family used to live, wasn’t such a pleasant and welcoming area. Filled with lots of poverty, violence, drugs, and alcohol, and almost everywhere she would go there would be girls hanging out on the sidewalks. Her brother Vincent was a good boy, the best brother she could ever have and asked for. But he did some things that no young boy isn’t supposed to do at such a young age. Vincent joined a gang for a small period, where he had to beat the living hell out of anybody that his boss would tell him to do. He has seen things that made him have nightmares almost every night that her parents didn’t know what to do with him. They didn’t know about his little secret about him being in a gang, but Abigail was the only one who knew about his secret troubles. It saddened Abigail to see her big brother go through such multiple traumas, knowing that she kept it between herself and Vincent. One time she accidentally stumbled upon his brother hitting this other young boy in an alley when she went out with a friend. She remembered really clearly how the boy’s face was covered in both his and Vincent’s blood and she felt disgusted to see such a thing. Vicent realized her little sister and her friend as he then gave the big another big hit, making him go out old and tumbled down to the cold pavement floor. He took out a small red towel as he cleaned his bloody knuckles while Abigail’s friend breathed in and out uncontrollably. Abigail only stood there quiet and frightened to see his brother do such horrifying things, not knowing what to think about his actions. Abigails’s friend only ran away from the gruesome scene while Vincent took Abigail’s left arm gently. They walked their way down to an ice cream shop where they would hang out most of the time. Vincent knew inside of his heart he felt terrible to know her sister had to see him that way.
“Abi, hey, look, I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that boy. You were not meant to see that at all, but I promise you something right now. I will go clean after I win a good amount of money, no matter how much I have to stay. Please don’t tell mom and pops about this too because I know you won’t say a single word of this. Can you do that for me, Little Abi?” he said as he took a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream. Abigail only nodded her head shyly as she was picking out her strawberry ice cream with her spoon.
“Do you really mean it, Vincent, about you going clean? And cross your heart that you will do it whenever you get enough money for us to get out of here?” Abigail said sometime later as she was finishing her ice cream.
“I promise I am being serious with you, dear sister. I cross my heart,” he said, making an X on his chest with his finger, believing in his words.
Mostly when it came to the money, he would store it away in a secret redwood box he hid inside the walls of his room. Promising his sister that one day he and hopefully his parents would understand that they will move out of Manhattan and live a better life than where they were.
“You will never have to worry about those scary bastards that you hear from outside your room window. We will get out of here no matter what Little Abi, I promise you so much,” he would say one night as he showed her his secret box where the money was stashed.
She patiently waited for Vincent to do the dirty work that he did for his boss. Some weeks later, Vincent however turned his life around after he came back home one night later. He realized he wanted more than just a life of corruption and violence, and risking himself between life and death. So he then had the courage to tell his boss that he quit and wanted nothing to do with him and the rest of the gang. His boss didn’t take it nicely, but he let Vincent go.
He then got himself back to school, trying to get a degree in something better and wanting to make his family proud to see his oldest son graduate strong. Abigail was very grateful and relive to see him strive in school instead of seeing him in the streets. However, it wasn’t easy to get what he dreamed of and wanted for himself and for his little sister and parents. Until one day, they found her brother dead in a small obscured alleyway around Manhattan. Abigail didn’t lose just a big brother but a best friend, a mentor, and a protector that she will never get back for all eternity. She knew who her killer or killers might have been, but after the police were finding and searching for her brother’s killers. Suddenly, they also were found dead. Their bodies were hanged under a small bridge as their own blood dripped down to their shoes. There wasn’t any justice in her brother’s death but only grief and loss of someone she was close to and someone who promised her a better life than where they all were.
After two months after the death of Vincent, Abigail and her parents moved out. Ending up going to London out of all places, she and her mother were confused about why his father thought it was better to live in London other than in America. Her father found it would be a fresh start and be away from all the terrible violence around where they lived. He thought it seemed like a better choice and this made her mother upset and thought about it for quite some time. And so that is where she is now and to her surprise, found herself again in the world that she grew up in. But Reggie, however, was another man that she didn’t expect, and also he reminds her too much of Vincent. Reggie is very overprotective of Abigail going out by herself when she had to go to the marketplace or when she just walked her way to work. She found it annoying at first to see Albert and another young gentleman named Frank outside of her front door. But after some time going by, she got used to them being there and then offered their rides to take her anywhere she desired.
Reggie and Abigail then walked their way to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets for the film Cleopatra. Inside the dark, dimly lit theater room, they sat down on the seats where the projector was above them. As they got comfortable with each other, he then looked at Abigail as he gave her a soft small smile, giving her a small kiss on her small sweet lips. She then leaned back for a moment, smiling as bright as the sun.
“Do you want me to get any treats or popcorns for you, babe?” Reggie asked in a whisper, caressing her soft skinny cheek with his hand.
“I”m alright my Reggie thank you, I’m happier that you are here with me, especially on nights like these,” she said placing her hand against his large strong hand, which he chuckled giving her another big kiss on top of her head.
As the lights dimmed, the movie then played. Abigail rested her head against Reggies’ broad chest.
When the movie continued playing sometime later, there was a romance scene that appeared in front of their eyes. Abigail then gave a small kiss on Reggie’s right cheek. Feeling those sweet lips of hers made him feel goosebumps through his body. While having his right arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, he then softly cupped her chin with his left hand as he gave her a deeper kiss than the first one. Hearing the background audio and music of the movie, their kiss became passionate, sensual, and overall erotic. Abigail placed both of her hands on the side of his face. Reggie caressed her right leg with his hand. Their tongues then dance smoothly between thrift mouths. She let out a quiet moan, making Reggie kiss the side of her neck, biting her bottom lips at his kiss.
“Reggie…,” she whispered next to his left ear, nibbling his ear as he continued to leave small kisses on her neck down to her left shoulder.
“You like that, don’ you, my little princess?” Reggie said seductively in a whisper, making Abigail get goosebumps through her now warm body.
His hand made its way underneath her black shirt, feeling her silky lingerie panties craving to touch what’s beyond the small material. Abigail let out a soft gasp once she felt his hand caress soothingly against her white panties, giving him those hypnotic eyes that made Reggie go mad. Those familiar begging eyes that Reggie has known already for a while, then move his hand inside of her. Feeling her wet, sloppy pussy between his fingers made Abigail tilt her slowly back. She felt like she was above the clouds, as Reggie tried his best to unbutton her dark blue blouse with his free hand. All the while, she felt one of his fingers thrust in and out of her wet walls, as she then reached for his now aching budge with her right hand. This made Reggie bite gently down on her now exposed collarbone as Abigail caressed and rubbed his hard crotch with her small hand.
“You want me to go down on my knees like a naughty slut? While I take in your hard, lovely cock of yours inside my dirty mouth, babe?” she said devilishly seductively, leaving a small hickey on her left shoulder.
Reggie then thrust another two more fingers inside of her, making her gasp louder, which he quickly covered her mouth with his right hand.
“Shhhh quiet love,” he said in a whisper as he looked around the theater to see if anyone was around to their surprise they were the only ones there tonight, “You so fuckin’ wicked my little horny spawn, get on your fuckin knees and give daddy some love hmm?”
“Yes daddy, your wish is mine to command,” Abigail said as she slowly made her way down between his legs, she took her small and yet lovely tits of hers out from her small white bra.
Reggie bite his lips together once he saw Abigail’s nice, small, and round chest while she unbuckled his black belt. Once she got the belt unbuckled, she then went on with his zipper while she gave him a tantalizing look while excavating out his lovely long wood.
“Just like baby, take out that enormous cock so it can feel that hot and lovely slutty mouth of yours,” he said while caressing her long silky black hair with his hand, as Abigail did what she was told.
Feeling the cool air around his erected bulge, Abigail bites her lips while letting out a small chuckle, knowing what was yet to come. She gently thrust his length with her right hand as she gave a few small kisses on the top of his cock’s head. While her other hand massaged his small yet smooth balls as she then licked the head of his dick. She then slowly consumed his cock with her mouth, making Reggie groan quietly as he felt her warm mouth go lower and lower on him. Abigail then gently bobbed her head up and down in a lovely rhythm while having both of her hands now thrust between his length. All the while licking and sucking Reggie like there is no tomorrow.
“Fuckin’... shit… Abi… oh babe yes, yes,” Reggie moans out, quietly closing his eyes in concentration, feeling many erotic emotions throughout his tingling body.
She picked up the pace as she then deep throat him as she felt the side of her mouth drip a bit of saliva, not caring if her red lipstick makeup gets sloppy. Her thrusting and sucking became faster while she also closed her eyes in concentration, knowing that she wants to make her king burst sooner than she wanted him to. Feeling his insides were building up more and more, he then tighten his eyes harder as he grabbed a fist of her black hair with his right hand. This made Abigail get even faster than she now felt the tip of his cock all the way behind her throat.
“FFFFUCCKKKK!!!! yea, yea, yea, don’t stop babe, don’ stop,” he said medium loud tone, as he was breathing in and out feeling her moaning vibrations around his cock.
Abigail went faster until in a few seconds his wet and tasty white milk burst inside of her, making her bob her head slowly. Consuming every bit of his heavenly milk inside of her mouth. Abigail’s mouth was now filled with Reggie’s semen as she teasingly opened her mouth to show his man how much she has inside. This only made Reggie get harder while his beautiful angel was being a joker and yet naughty at the same. She then swallowed everything whole as he gave her another deep kiss, tasting a few of his own fluids between his lips.
“Now, you sit back and let me take care of my queen now yea?” he said as he gave another peck on her lips, which Abigail giggled, knowing it was her turn to be his toy now.
He then looked around the room once more to see if anyone was around, but in relief, there was no soul to be seen. The movie then continued playing in the background, while Abigail pulled her panties down as she felt the material down against her ankles. Making herself sit more comfortable against the seat, Reggie then lifted a bit of her black skirt. Abigail desperately wanted Reggie’s wet tongue to lick her out, knowing how much she can’t resist right now. Reggie caressed her right cheek as they smiled at each other.
“You’re my good girl aren’t you, my little Abi?” He said as he caressed his thumb gently against her cheek.
“Yes, my love, I am your only good girl in this world and you are mine to claim and have. I love you, Reggie Kray,” she said, kissing his hand and giving a side smile towards him.
“Well, let me take care of you now. Would you like that, my sweet Angel?” He said teasing as he reached further between her legs, biting her lips together to resist a smile and a chuckle.
Abigail simply nodded her head, and Reggie now reached where he wanted to be. He started slow once he inserted two fingers inside her lovely wet canal, making Abigail moan out quietly. Reggie massaged her right tit with his free hand while thrusting into her pussy ever so lovingly.
“Hmmm… Reggie please… don’t stop just like that make me feel like a dirty whore you want me to be,” she said rearing her head back, feeling his tongue licking around her sensitive clit.
Reggie licked the place up as he thrust and lick in a wonderful rhythm while Abigail closed her eyes, seeing some black spots around. She felt so much like she was in heaven loving how Reggie would treat her to her sinful desires that had grown to love. Anytime or anywhere, she and Reggie would always try to have time for each other, and no matter where they make love to each other. What Abigail cared about the most wanted to be close to him and have his warm body be against hers. Felt at home, safe in his arms, happy, and overall, a life that she expected to have with a man like Reggie.
Abigail felt so many tingles through her body as Reggie worked on his speed as his tongues twirled and nibbled around her clit. She knew she was this close to reaching her climax when Reggie thrust his fingers as he looked up at her beautiful face.
“Who do you belong to, hmm? Tell me who this little cunt and this slut belong to?” He said as he placed a gentle hand around her white neck as he thrust his three fingers in and out of her, making her curl her toes together.
“Ohhh fuck Reggie… I belong to you… ohhhh… I’m your only slut… for you to fuck me… and, oh god I’m about to come,” she said couldn help but love how her pussy was building itself up to her and burst out her juices.
Reggie then tightens his hand around her neck, making fingers thrust deeper inside of wet walls until she can’t resist the temptation. Abigail then came around his fingers, feeling her face flush red riding her organs around his large fingers. They both breath heavily for a moment once Reggie takes his fingers out of her now undone pussy. He licks her juices off with his tongue that sting a bit of a sweet hint that he only knew. Abigail giggled at seeing Reggie do such a naughty thing that he then placed his fingers in her mouth to lick off the rest of her juices. She erotically licked and suck his fingers while giving those devilish eyes in his direction. This made Reggie feel hard between his legs, once again loving her nice little tongue playing around his fingers.
The finale of the movie then came to an ending as the projector and the theater then lit up a bit, realizing that the film was over. Abigail quickly put her panties on again while Reggie buckled his belt around.
“That a Wrap, as they say in the movie industry,” Abigail said jokingly, making Reggie let out a small chuckle finally zipping his trousers.
“Don’t be such a joker love, come on, let’s get out here. Don’t you think this isn’t the last scene of our movie not yet? Because there is a continuation after this little misbehaved young lady has been very, very mischievous. Because she doesn’t realize she has a little surprise that her Prince Charming wants to give to her. What do you say, my darling? Are you ready for the big finale of this story of ours?” Reggie said, cupping her face with his hands and giving her another sweet, small kiss.
“I would love to know very much about my lovely king,” Abigail said as they made their way out of the theater excitedly, looking forward to seeing where this would go to.
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May I request prompt 25. for the Love Epiphany list with Kuko?
super cute! i think kuko having a love epiphany would be the strangest thing for him, and i love it. hope you enjoy 💜
love epiphany prompts : unable to tackle life's tasks because they're lost in their feelings
cleaning the temple was perhaps the shittiest job in kuko’s mind.
it was massive, hella dusty, and took wayy too long to clean. in short: a pain in the ass. and of course, it was the one chore that his old man pushed onto him with the almost-broken broom and dirty looking rags. he had no other option than to do it, reluctantly that is.
and it was taking longer than usual today to clean as well, which was an even bigger pain. he had plans today (well, perhaps not, but chilling out in nagoya with the cats surely counted as being busy), and he most certainly wasn’t going to get them done at this rate.
kuko was usually efficient, cleaning it from top to bottom in perhaps a few hours max. but not today. his mind was wandering, more so than usual, and he couldn’t focus on anything but it.
well, to be more precise, he couldn’t focus on anything but one thing: you.
an all too ordinary citizen of nagoya, yet he’s run into you one too many times. one too many that it had turned weird. the conversations you’d have never left his mind. kuko could remember every single detail you’ve mentioned. you liked that one café just a little off to the corner from the temple, and the float was your favorite. you fed the cats sometimes when they came by where you worked, and they liked you just as much as they liked him.
and he’s stopped sweeping by now, the more your voice resonated within his mind. it’s all he could think of, his mind going back to yesterday’s encounter each time he tried to sweep.
but then his heart would beat so strangely that kuko can’t help but wonder if he’s sick in some way. his chest feels weird, and he’s all too warm all over, as if he was running a fever in the middle of a cool spring. he has got to toughen up, kuko perhaps tells himself, overcome this obstacle and stop being so fucking strange. dammit.
he tries to sweep again, but to no avail. his hands are all too sweaty and gross, and the handle of the broom is too weird feeling against his hands.
then your pretty little stupid face pops into his thoughts once more, uninvited.
“ugh, damMITT!!” he throws the broom away, off to the side, in a bit of rage. cleaning is no use right now, he can tell. it’s not as if he can get anything done; you won’t leave his mind, at all, and his feelings were all conflicting. his head hurts the more he tried to understand, and his chest is all weird and strange that kuko just wants to punch himself for even being in such a predicament.
he didn’t know why or how or even when it happened for him to be so fucking in love with you.
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LAYER 001 : THE OUTSIDE.
name : Hugo Van Houten
eye colour : hazel
hair style & colour : dirty blond, cropped on the sides and back, kept longer and a little shaggy on top. falls into his eyes and he may be seen pushing it back or just running his hands through it in general. likes it played with.
height : 5′6 3/4″
clothing style : jeans with a hole in the knee that were not purchased that way, preference for bright colors / hawaiian shirts. can, has, and will wear a crop top. likes larger overshirts. his work boots are a staple in his everyday wear.
best physical feature : he says, “my ass.” so. there’s that.
LAYER 002 : THE INSIDE.
fears : being forgotten or phased out / replaced.
guilty pleasure : face masks and other spa-day things.
biggest pet peeve : having to slow down for someone else. usually this means walking behind tourists.
ambitions for the future : to figure out how to make big money with little effort.
LAYER 003 : THOUGHTS.
first thoughts waking up : ten more minutes.
what they think about most : honestly? food.
what they think about before bed : tony. food. that the bottom of his foot is itchy but scratching it tickles, so how the fuck is this gonna resolve itself? gotta remember to... wait, fuck... what do i have to remember? and then, wondering what he’s gonna have for breakfast in the morning.
what they think their best quality is : he would like to reiterate, “my ass, duh.”
LAYER 004 : WHAT’S BETTER?
single or group dates : single. he likes focusing on the one-on-one time.
to be loved or respected : loved. he couldn’t care less if someone doesn’t respect him because, honestly? hugo probably don’t respect them right back. but to be loved? to love and be loved is... yeah.
beauty or brains : beauty, he says. his own, he clarifies.
dogs or cats : he’d have one of each if he could. dogs got that best friend thing going for them but cats are chill dudes and he respects that. he’d probably defer to owning a cat first because he doesn’t have the spare cash for pet rent and it’s harder to hide a dog, and it’s easier to get someone to stop by the apartment to throw some food down and make sure the litter is clean if he and tony aren’t gonna be home for a bit.
LAYER 005 : DO THEY …?
lie : oh, for sure. daily.
believe in themselves : overwhelmingly. probably more than he should, considering.
believe in love : yes, wholeheartedly.
want someone : yeah, consistently.
LAYER 006 : HAVE THEY EVER …?
been on stage : only for karaoke and this one time in a dream where he was naked and had to participate in a spelling bee. the naked part didn’t bother him so much, but they just kept giving him words to spell even when he was getting them wrong and they were laughing at him. it was, quite literally, a nightmare.
changed who they were to fit in : he couldn’t if he tried. hugo is unashamedly himself.
LAYER 007 : FAVOURITES
favourite colour : that blue that fire turns when it’s really hot.
favourite animal : the little guys that scurry. rats, lizards, chipmunks, etc.
favourite book : he doesn’t have one, but he likes when people tell him stories.
favourite game : truth or dare. he really likes picking dare.
LAYER 008 : AGE
day their next birthday will be : march 26th.
how old will they be : 44, in real time.
LAYER 009 : FINISH THE SENTENCE
i love : my best friend.
i feel : a little hungry, if i’m honest.
i hide : money in my sock drawer.
i miss : walking into gramma lucy’s house on a sunday for dinner and the smell of her sauce she’d been working on for hours hitting you as you walked in the door. man, i felt like a cartoon being pulled by the nose and floating toward it, the way it pulled me in every time.
i wish : i could catch a break.
tagged by : @northliights.
tagging : everyone who sees this!
#001 ( ⚠︎ ) ─── ( about ).#god i love hugo van houten so much#i need to commission some art of him or smth.#things i learned abt hugo thanks to this : food is a family thing and means love to him#his fear is literally what happened with his dad and feeling usurped by eloise and raf.
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ONE BED
summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.
warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.
authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.
Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.
"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.
She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."
Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."
"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."
"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.
Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.
Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."
Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.
"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."
Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.
It was settled. This little side mission was happening.
You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.
"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."
"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.
"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.
You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."
"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.
Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.
"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."
Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.
"Real mature!" He calls after you.
"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.
Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.
So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.
The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.
"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.
"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.
You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.
"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."
"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.
You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.
You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.
"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.
"Peter I-," You started.
"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.
"I-I like you too."
It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.
"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.
You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.
You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.
You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.
You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.
Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.
"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.
"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.
"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"
He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.
"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.
You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.
"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.
You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.
"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."
"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.
"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.
"Yeah, it does."
"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."
The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.
The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.
"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.
"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.
Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"
"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.
Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."
The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.
The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker x reader imagine#peter parker smut#peter parker x reader smut#peter parker x you#peter parker x reader angst#peter parker x reader imagines
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four's company
-> it was stupid to flirt around knowing ari's had his eyes on you the whole time. it was stupid(er) to think that there wouldn't be any consequences.
Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ ONLY. 883 words of just smut, ari being a ruthless, mean daddy, ransom being a huge tease and andy trying his best to be mean to you. also other filth such as face slapping (!!!), pussy spanking, choking, degradation, 'slut'. oh yeah this is definitely my filthiest short fic as of this moment. oh did I also mention that this is a foursome?
Author's note: ++ This is my submission for the Shameless Hoes For Chris 2021 Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 !
prompts: CEO(s) AU
"You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time I'm we're done with you."
"It's cute that you think you have a choice."
characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson and Ransom Drysdale [but make them the Thrombey brothers]
𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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You had no idea how you ended up here. Skin bare against the cold, chill air. Your skin pebbled, goosebumps forming as your head falls back against Ransom’s chest.
Them— the top three of New York’s most eligible bachelors, the three heirs to Thrombey Enterprises. It’s a wonder how you’ve completely caught the eye of the three brothers- Ari, Ransom and Andy. They’ve played you right into the palm of their hands, and you’ve never truly left.
You could feel Ari’s stare, his gaze heavy as he stands in front of the massive bed. The oldest Thrombey in the room is set on punishing you.
And he’s got his brothers to do his dirty work for him.
Andy climbs up the bed, settling right beside you, fingers inching towards where you need him the most. Ransom’s holding your legs apart with his own thick thighs, one hand holding your wrists behind you as he kisses down your jaw. It’s a filthy sight— you shiver at the thought of Ari and Andy having a clear view of your dripping cunt.
“You made Ari mad, sweetheart,” Andy drawls, leaning in as he presses his lips against yours, before the kisses trail down your neck and to your collarbones. “What shall we do about that?”
Your hips shifts in Ransom’s lap, itching for the slightest bit of friction. “Please. ‘m sorry, Ari.” You whine hopelessly.
“Shoulda thought about that before you went on and flirt with some nobody right in front of me, huh?” Ari’s got a sinister look on his face, one that sends shivers running down your spine.
“Pretty girl,” You could practically feel Ransom’s smirk against your skin. “You just had to be so greedy.” His fingers runs up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his thumb as his tongue brushes over your ear. He pinches the bud between his fingers, pulling hard enough just to make you putty in his hands. “The three of us ain’t enough for ya?”
“Ran—” Your whine was cut off by your own whimper as Ransom tugged on your nipples just as he gently nibbles on your ear.
Andy’s hands is everywhere, but never where you were actually desperate for his touch. “How are we gonna get this through your pretty little head, sweetheart?” His hands grips your jaw, forcing your cheeks to squish and somehow making you feel even more powerless and pathetic under them. “You’re ours.”
“Please, Andy.” Usually, your doe eyes and that soft tone would’ve been enough to make Andy just a little less ruthless.
As tempting as it was, Andy’s made a promise to his big brother to not give in to you.
Andy tilts his head as he gazes up at you, a sinful smirk forming on his lips as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. He'd already loosened up the top two buttons earlier on. "It's cute that you think you have a choice." He wraps his arms under your thighs, pulling you down a little lower down the bed in a split second before he’s spreading your legs wider. Andy’s lips curl at the sight. “Look at that, Ari. The slut's fuckin' soaked.”
Ransom lets go of your wrists, only to bring his fingers towards your cunt, exposing your parts even more to his brothers. Your cheeks burn in shame at how they glance down at you, but you barely registered it when there’s two loud cracks— closely followed by a sharp pain on your pussy.
Your hips jerk, whimpering at the pain as you fisted the sheets. “Fuck!”
“Awh, I can feel your pussy drippin’, angel.” Ransom mutters, fake sympathy in his tone even though he’s reveling in your pain.
Your hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around his wrists, a weak attempt to push him away. A low moan leaves your lips at the sharp pain laced with pleasure as he drops a few more consecutive hits. You felt the pain of Ransom’s rings directly hitting your clit every single time before you even registered the next slap.
“Harder, Ransom.” Ari orders. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he never took his eyes off you.
“No— no more, please, daddy. ‘m sorry,” Your fingers dig into Ransom’s thigh, hips writhing against the sheets as you try to shift away from his palm.
Ari comes up beside you on the bed, one hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you towards him. His hand tightens around your neck as you look up at him in a daze. “You either shut up and take it or I’m goin' to take over. And you know I won’t be as nice as Ran’s being. You hear me?”
You left his question unanswered as you stare up at him and there’s a loud slap as his palm hits you on the cheek. “Don’t go all dumb on me now, slut.”
You wince at the pain, letting out a whine at the sting even though it almost had you begging for more. “Yes sir.”
Ransom leans up close to your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. It's scary how the simple act was enough to make you lose your mind. "You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time we're done with you."
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i originally wanted to post this for my birthday like two days ago but i ended up sleeping for the whole of tuesday (don’t ask) and i kinda missed my own birthday? ANYWAYS— i’m happy to finally have this filth out <3
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OK SO WE R JUST GOING TO PRETEND LIKE BUCKYS ROOM IS SOUND PROOF BC OF ALL THE NIGHTMARES HE HAS AND LIKE THE SCREAMING IN HIS SLEEP STUFF
summary : your a new avenger that passes through Buckys radar
WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content NO MINORS,kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, fingering, spit kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, bruises
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
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“Who’s that?” Bucky said to Steve in the living area of the commens.
“Oh that’s y/n, she’s new. Apparently she has some type of super soldier strength, but she’s stronger.” Bucky looked at you as you walked down the hallway. You were just coming back from boxing (well if punching a metal wall a million times counts as boxing), all sweaty and tired. Your sports bra was pink and your tight leggings were black. You didn’t know anyone was watching you so you adjusted your top making Bucky smirk a bit looking you up and down.
“She’s hot,” Bucky said turning to Steve, still smirking.
“Ha yeah she is, but she’s in a relationship, I think,”
“You think?”
“Well I don’t know I mean girls that pretty don’t jus’ walk around bein’ single,” Now you’ve walked into the living area, airpods still in your ears blasting music. You gave Steve a weak smile not even noticing the new face on your right. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it. Once your eyes opened up you nearly spit out all the water you just drank. Shit, I didn’t even notice someone was there you thought giving the stranger a smile while taking out your right airpod.
“Hi! I’m so sorry I play my music really loud,” you said while showing your bright smile and walking over with your hand outstretched.
“Oh that’s ok sugar. I’m Bucky,” he said with a warm smile, greeting your hand with the cold metal one. God he towered over you. He was like a full on giant. Once you had your gazing moment you pulled your hand away.
“Y/n,” you said bringing your hands to your hips, “Are you a friend of Steve’s?”
“Yea, we’ve been friend since childhood,” Bucky said gesturing to Steve.
“Ah,”
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, Steve and I were just wondering if you were single,” Bucky said with a smirk.
“Wha-“ Steve started to say.
“I’m single. Well, honestly I just sleep around, have fun, ya know?”
“Oh yeah I know,” he said now clearly looking at your tits, “I’ll be seein’ you, y/n,
later
“Can’t sleep babydoll?” Bucky said as you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The truth was you never could sleep and you were surprised that the bags under your eyes really didn’t show. You didn’t trust anyone, ever. So how did you sleep at all? Youdidn’t even know.
“I don’t sleep. Or at least I don’t try to,”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust people and I’m most vulnerable when I’m asleep,”
“Ah,” Bucky said rising from the kitchen seat, “Do you mind grabbing me a glass?”
“Not at all,” you poured water in both the cups and gave one to Bucky. your hands interlocked as he stole the cup away from you.
“Thanks doll,” he said winking before he chugged the whole glass in under five seconds. The best thing about it was that he didn’t break eye contact with you the whole time. Still not breaking contact, he reached over you to place the glass in the sink.
“So what do you do at night?” he said practically in your ear while he slowly put the glass in the sink. Masturbade. You usually have sex with someone or masturbade. But you couldn’t tell him that.
“Uh well I watch movies and stuff,”
“Is that all?”
“Well…” A smirk formed on his face as his metal digits found your shoulder making you flinch, cursing it up up and down lightly.
“…well you know I sleep around, I told you earlier,”
“Mhm,” he said the metal arm now cupping your face, “You said you liked to have fun,”
“Yes, I did,”
“So,” he said now coming up to your ear, “Wanna have some fun?” Not wasting another second he kissed you, moving his hand to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to lift a leg up. He quickly grabbed both of your thighs and thrust you upward making you yelp. Now you were practically riding him in mid air as he walked to his room.
“So needy doll,” he said and you could feel the smile with your tongue. You wanted to respond but you just nodded. Usually you weren’t this submissive, but there was something about him, something that made you think that there were no limits that you wouldn’t pass for this man. With his tongue down your throat he pushed you onto the bed. You stopped for a minute trying to pull away and get a word in.
“So *pant* what do you wanna do?” you ask while trying to catch your breath. A chuckle came out of Bucky as he removed your tiny pajama pants.
“No panties? And this sweet little cunt is so wet,” as he felt you the shivers down your spine only increased. Your back arched and he started to lick your upper thighs.
“Buc,” you moaned his name. Just his touch could make you cum. Without warning Bucky stuck two fingers into you, making you lightly scream.
“Mhm you like that baby?” he said as he moved his glorious tongue towards your pussy. “Yes,” you moaned making him laugh and sending chills throughout your whole body. He increased the pace of both his fingers and his mouth. He ate your out like you were his last meal. He couldn’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. You cursed and moaned, your back arching until the coil in your stomach snapped.
“fuck!” you yelled, both of your thighs shaking. Bucky pulled the fingers out of you and licked them both with pleasure.
“You taste amazing, babydoll,” he said your eyes fluttered shut, “God I got you so knocked up just from my tongue, wonder what my cock’ll do to you,”
“Please,”
“Please what sweetheart?”
“Please stuff me with your cock,” you said confidently as you opened your eyes. Bucky tilted his head a bit, smirking even more then before. He took off his boxers and thrust into you making you gasp for air. It was so big. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Bucky started to nibble on your neck, surely leaving marks tomorrow. You gripped the sheets and yelled his name.
“By tonight i’ll have you screaming my name until you can’t see straight,” His pace fastened and he pulled away from your neck to see the beautiful faces you were making. You tried to pull his long hair before he grabbed both you hands with his metal arm, pinning them above your head. He grabbed the headboard above the two of you making the whole bed move violently.
“Your so needy doll, you know that?” he said causing you nodded and bite your bottom lip.
“Open,” he ordered, and you obediently followed as he spit inside your mouth, “Swallow,” through muffled pants you swallowed his spit making him give you an evil grin, “You belong to me now, this pussy belongs to me,” he stated fastening his pace even more, “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Y-shit-you,” you were so close, “Buc, I’m gonna cum,”
“No wait,” he was almost there as well but he just needed a little bit more.
“Please, oh please,” you said begging him.
“I said wait,” he tightened the grip around your hands. his thumb now came to your clit rubbing circles around it.
“Cum,” as soon as he said it the coil in your stomach snapped and he poured himself into you. Both of you moaned and never broke eye contact with each other. He rolled over to the other side of you laid there filled with sweat and cum. Both of you were panting as you turned yourself over a bit and snuggled up next to him. He looked down at you giving you a warm smile and he put his arm around your body.
“So, you wanna have sum’ more fun tomorrow?” he said raising an eyebrow. Now that he wasn’t fucking you your confidence came back you straddled him, pussy right above his cock.
“From now on, I’m gonna have fun every night,” you said against his lips.
“Mhm, that’s my good girl,” he said licking his lips and kissing you.
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Weird Ways The Brother Touch You Headcannons
Belphegor
It is a know fact that Belphie is a yandere, so he tends to get jealous real easily.
If he’s waiting on you to walk to class together or to go home and he sees MC chatting with another lower level demon and laughing, he loses it in a lazy way.
He will calmly walk over to MC and wrap his arms around them, but instead of putting his head on top of their head, he squats down and place his head right next to MC.
His eyes would be staring directly into the demons, unblinking. A single hand will lay across MC’s torso while his other hovers above the other, showing off his long sharp nail, ready for action.
He’s not about to allow some piece of trash ruin his dreams of MC, his brother, and himself living a happy life together.
He only ever use that style of hugging if he’s trying to discreetly threaten a demon to back up. Other than that, he’s cuddled up on Mc’s side or wrapping himself around their arm to use as a body pillow.
Another weird thing he does is grab the back of MC’s shirt if he wants their attention.
He has already verbally complain about how his brothers spent more time with MC, so if he wants MC for himself without his brothers, he will just latch on to the back of their shirt.
Levi’s gushing about some new anime to you, but it’s 5 o’clock which is the time you two usually take a nap, but his brother is still talking.
So he’ll calmly walk up behind MC, grab their shirt, and as each minute passes by, pulls on it a little harder.
MC better get the hint before they get pulled backwards into Belphie’s arm where he will then just physically drag them to his room.
Beelzebub
It all started when MC got the brothers to watch Lion King and the scene of Simba being lifted came on. MC giggled a bit and explain how it was a meme to lift up your animals in the same way back on Earth.
It just started as a small thought about doing the same thing to MC. Just a small innocent thought.
But then he walked in on MC struggling to reach one of the higher shelves that were more in reach for demon’s height. (I still headcannon that the brothers are extremely tall, like unhumanley height).
He would walk over to you struggling and seeing you struggling and the thought of lifting you up comes again.
MC ask if he could help them and he goes with his first thought. Put his hands up their arms and lift them up to the cabinet. They giggle at his actions before grabbing what they need, but Beel doesn’t let them down.
“What are you doing?” MC asked, giving him a humorous smile.
“Simba.” That all he response causing MC to laugh.
Ever since then, Beel would randomly pick MC up under their arms causing them to laugh. Then it turned into something more.
Beel would love holding them up in the air and just feeling their warmth in his arms. So, he started sitting them on his forearm with a bicep as a backrest.
They just looked so small in his arms and he just liked how it felt.
MC couldn’t complain. They got carried around everywhere and see that happy smile on Beel’s face up close.
Asmodeus
This demon is the embodiment of lust, he has touched you in every way possible.
But the oddest way is sometimes instead of holding your hand, he will link pinkies together and walk around like that.
The pose is just so cute and MC just looks so cute when they glance down at their entwined thumbs and just smile at them.
Two of the hottest beings in the Devildom is looking cute at the moment. What else could the world need?
He also loves to play footies with you if you’re sitting down doing anything.
The teasing just gets to him and he loves it. Please just run your foot up this man’s calf and he will pounce on you.
Satan
You wouldn’t think that Satan would have any weird thing he does, which is true while he’s focus.
If MC were to be chilling next to Satan while he’s reading and he’s deep into the book, his foot will stretch out and just lay itself on top of whatever part of them is closest.
MC will be watching this video on their DDD while Satan is on this third volume of this series and he’s unaware of the world around him.
MC will feel a small press on their thigh. Look down and there’s Satan’s foot.
It’s not even the whole foot. Just the toes and maybe the ball of his foot. Never the entire foot.
If MC doesn’t say thing, he will just keep it there as he continued to read his book with his eyes scanning each line absorbing the information.
The only way he will realize it is if MC ask him why does he always put his foot on them.
He would turn slightly pink as he realized how indecent the act was. He will apologize for his action and promise not to do it again.
Soon as that book gets risen up again and his attention is snatched away, his foot will drifted back over.
Point it out and you will now have a flustered Satan. MC will say that it’s fine and kind of cute how he reaches out for them.
“I guess that’s my body way of telling you that you’re too far away.” He will then scoot over and beckon MC to lay right next to him.
He still accidentally does it if MC sits too far from him. It just a sign that Satan wants them closer.
Leviathan
This poor kid is just the type to see cute anime couple poses and want to do them with MC, but is too shy.
He will see all his brothers cozying up to MC and be like “It’s not fair. I want to do that.”
One day he will gain up the courage to wrap his arms around Mc’s waist while their cooking... It doesn’t go according to plan.
He went to wrap his arms around them and panic.
MC turns around to question why he grabbing the sleeves of their sweater, but sees his dark red face and his shivering, and decided against it.
Please be nice to the poor guy. Just start up a conversation to get his mind off his failed attempt at contact.
He realizes through the conversation about anime that you need to stir the pot and he panics thinking this is the part where they will shake him off.
Then MC just moves their arms normally with Levi still attach and continue on with the conversation.
This weird move became Levi and MC’s thing. If he wants to be close to them, he just grabs their sleeves and stand close behind him.
You want to really fluster him? Wrap your arms around yourself and his brain will crash as he realized that he kind of accomplished it.
Or slide your hand in the sleeves and hold his through the fabric. Make it better by swinging your arms, so the two of you rock together.
It’s weird to outsiders, but Levi’s just happy to be close to them in any way or shape.
Mammon
He’s a tsundere, so he will be trying to be smooth with it. But for some reason, he saw a guy with his girlfriend’s legs ontop of him and his arms resting on it, and he was like ‘I wanna do that with MC’.
He can’t just straight out ask you to rest your legs on him. He will wait for the perfect moment to strike.
And it came in the form of movie night. He bullied managed to get a spot next to MC on the couch as the movie started playing.
MC kept shifting around trying to get comfortable and saw this as his chance.
“Oi, stop moving around so much. If you need to stretch ya legs, ya could’ve just said it.” Proceeds to grab MC’s leg and throw it on top of his.
He will try to play it off, but his bright red face and shaking hands alert everyone of what was going on.
If MC doesn’t say anything and just snuggle down into him. He will relax a little. Maybe enough to put his hands onto of their leg as the movie continue on.
He had a moment of panic when MC went with Beel to get some more snacks during the movie change and he didn’t know how he was going get them back into that position without looking suspicious.
But worry not, when the movie started, MC swung their legs on top and continued watching the movie.
If you want to give him a real shock, halfway through the movie, just scoot over and snuggled into him. He will be red the rest of the movie and stuttering every time his brother tease him about “why his face so red?”
Lucifer
Many would believe that this demon is not affectionate, but he likes it to be more subtle.
A hand on the lower back while you two walk around the halls of school. This way he feels that he can control what MC does.
His reasoning is because MC seems to like to seek out trouble, so if he keeps that hand there, it will kill that temptation to get themselves in trouble.
The truth is that it just feeds into his Pride. Seeing how big his hand is compared into your human frame.It makes him feel powerful.
Plus when a lower level demon tries to come up to MC, it’s more effective than telling them to fuck off. It’s the class version of it.
Demon tries to flirt with MC. Lucifer slides in and put a hand on their lower back, making them indirectly lean into him. Just one look at a demon and that’s all that is need to say, “They’re mines.”
A hidden one he won’t admit to is the bottom of the skull.
If it’s just MC and him relaxing on his bed, he will pretend to play with the hair in that area, but MC will pick up on it. He doesn’t rub their head or rub his hands through their hair, if their hair allows. It’s always at the back of the bottom.
It’s because that’s were human’s fragile skull is and the beginning of their spine. Not to include so many nerves and blood vessels there.
It shows that MC trust him if they allow him to touch them there and once again, it just feeds into his pride.
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Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
A Frank Adler One Shot.
Summary: It’s Frank’s wedding night… but you’re not quite ready to let him go just yet.
Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+) allusions to cheating…
Pairings: Frank Adler x Reader
A/N: Just a little smutty one shot featuring everyone’s favourite Dirty Boat Daddy. Written for @onlyjamesbarnes 1.5k Follower Challenge. Prompt in bold. Congrats babe!!
Lyrics from Fall Out Boy- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Frank Adler Master list // Main Masterlist
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I'm gonna make you bend and break,
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show…
Frank had always been powerless to resist you. He was a moth to your flame, but like always, you play with fire and you get burnt.
But now, you were the one burning, burning hotter than the sun.
With a groan, you ground your hips down as you leaned back, rolling and rocking down onto him. That face, sharp chiselled jawline covered by a slightly nearer than usual scruff looked back at you, his perfect profile silhouetted against the moonlight which drifted through the curtains of the hotel room.
How could something that wrong feel so fucking right?
And I want these words to make things right, But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys
He shouldn’t have let you in, but you knew he would as soon as he fired you the message with his room number. Your signature knock had sounded across the plush suite he was spending his last night as a ‘single’ man in, and like a sacrificial lamb welcoming its slaughter, he’d opened the door.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I wanted to see you.” You blinked up at him. He was still in his slacks and dress shirt, from the rehearsal you’d sat through, tie discarded, collar open. He cut a stark contrast to the boat greased and oil stained, salty air cured man you were used to.
He held the door open for you, stepping back and allowing you in. Without a word you walked over to the grand windows the space provided, offering a look at the shoreline outside and below. The view was breathtaking at night, the moonlight shining off the waves as they lapped at the shore, mere metres away from where tomorrow he would take his vows.
Through the reflection of the window behind you, you could see him just as his hands gripped at your waist. You turned on the ball of your foot, manicured fingers running up his chest from his strong pecs to his collarbones and over his shoulders to around his neck, your lips quickly on his. Your tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of scotch, a half drunk glass of which sat on the small coffee table to the right. Frank moaned against your mouth while your fingers slipped through the neatly trimmed hair of his neck.
You pushed against him slightly with your body, the back of his legs hitting the chair besides the coffee table and he took a seat, breaking your kiss.
“This shouldn’t-“
“Shhh.” You shook your head. “Just give me tonight, please.”
He stared at you with lust blown eyes, different to the playful glint he normally possessed when he used to look at you, as you thought for a second about your next move, bottom lip already swollen from his kiss between your teeth.
You knew he was a goner.
"Y/N," he managed to croak out as you straddled his lap, seating yourself over his now hard cock, the rough fabric of his dark dress pants constraining him, giving you just enough teasing friction agasint your sensitive inner thighs. His large hands slid up your thighs and under your light coloured, flowy dress as you moved your lips over his again, giving him access to your ass, finger tips grazing the barely there material of your panties.
You ground down against him, your hips rolling in a circular motion as he growled into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with his hands. You kicked off your sandals, making a thud as they hit the plush carpet. A sound that matched that of your heart. A heart that squeezed in your chest, as if someone had wound and elastic band around its middle knowing that tomorrow you’d watch him takes his vows.
And everything would change.
Frank broke away from your lips, to lick and nip at your jaw and down your neck, tongue rolling against your sternum. His face drilled between your breasts, inhaling your scent.
Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and plucked them open skillfully, French manicured nails raking across his chest, causing him to shudder and groan. You reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with little trouble, lifting your hips slightly, showing a strength in your thighs as you lifted away from him, to undo his flies. You adjusted yourself, pushing up on your knees just a little to allow the room you needed to dip your hand just under his boxers waistline, gently gripping at his dick.
“No, not here.” He growled, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. “I want you in the bed.”
The bed. Where he would spend his first night as a married man.
It was so wrong.
Yet you happily obliged.
It was a well practiced tango the pair of you had danced over the years, and now here you were, him keening underneath you with a desperation you’d come to know well.
You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls and it gave you the chills. You held the power and control as he struggled to keep his.
With a quick movement, Frank sat up, pulling you flush against his chest, the angle hitting you just at that pleasurable spot he always managed to hit within you. His head dropped, lips and teeth gently teasing your nipple, large hands splayed agains your spine as he lavished you with affection.
You started grinding down harder, looking for that clitoral stimulation you wanted and as you found it, he moaned deeply into your ear.
“I’m close, but I don’t wanna… not yet.” His words were a plea, a plea that he wasn’t ready to end, and you knew he didn’t simply mean tonight.
But it had to. There was no way around it.
One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
"Just...let...go," you purred against him.
"Oh fahk," he ground out as his feet planted firmly into the mattress and his hips thrust upward. It didn't take much, a few strong and hard drives and you were crying out his name, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you came around around him.
"Jesus, fahkk, I'm gonna fahking.... Oh fahk," he swore vehemently, his old Boston drawl thick as he drove hard into you for a final time, exploding his load deep into you, spraying your walls with ribbons of white cream.
The pair of you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Frank kept you held to his chest as you both drew ragged, heaving breaths. After a moment, Frank pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, no words needed.
And you blinked back a solitary tear.
*****
I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad.
And this crystal ball, it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past
One night stand
Frank had fallen asleep with you in his arms, not quite ready to let you go. But you were long gone by the time he woke the next morning, the only evidence you’d been in his room was a scribbled note on the pad on the night stand.
“Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life.”
He’d folded the note up and slipped it into his breast pocket, not quite sure why. Maybe it would keep you close to him in those moments he needed to feel you, who knows.
Who knows why any of this had started in the first place.
He watched Mary walk down the aisle first, her bouquet in her hand had been dropped as she had leapt into his arms for a hug, laughing as she told him how excited she was. He’d kissed her cheek and placed her down and she stood by his side, watching as his bride and her father started towards him.
It was then Frank’s eyes had found yours as you watched him, and he swallowed, his chest contracting.
He could still feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t get the image of you bouncing on top of his cock out of his head. He blinked as someone said his name, and he looked at the officiant, clearing his throat.
“Sorry, little nervous.” He apologised, flashing a cheeky grin before he took a deep breath.
A couple of I-Dos later, he was told to kiss his wife. So he did.
And all he could taste was you.
Man and wife walked hand in hand down the aisle to applause, and at the end they stopped and the new Mrs Adler peered up at Frank, a soft smile on her face.
“You happy?”
“Of course.” He smiled back.
“Good, because choosing me to spend your life with, well, I actually think it’s the second best choice you’ve ever made in your life.”
Frank blinked as he heard the click of the photographer's camera. “Oh? The second? What was the first?”
“Letting me into your room last night.” You grinned, your hand sliding up his tux, the diamond studded band catching the sun, glinting in the bright light.
Frank grinned at you, before he arched his eyebrow. “Time will tell if it really was bad luck to see my wife the night before.”
“Didn’t feel like bad luck to me,” you smirked, you hand gently tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as he dropped his head to kiss you, the cheers and applause once more chiming in your ears.
One night and one more time, thanks for the memories
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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:
pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time
- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you
-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit
-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”
- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.
-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy
- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.
- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.
-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv
-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄
-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”
-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.
-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit
- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.
- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream
-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh
-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge
-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”
-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??
-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion
-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it
-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”
-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.
-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman
- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again
-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it
-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely
-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine
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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him
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Just The Two of Us- Hwiyoung smut
pairing: hwiyoung x reader
warning: unprotected sex, let’s say reader is on the pill
genre: smut
summary: y/n rented a vacation house for her boyfriend’s birthday. things get heated after y/n tells hwiyoung about her plans to have birthday sex later on today. but can he stay patient?
the sound of the water coming from the shower and hitting the floor echoed through the room.
after spending 4 hours at the outdoor pool you decided to call it a day and hit the shower.
“I like it this way... just the two of us” your boyfriend youngkyun broke the silence as his voice echoed through the shower walls.
“So do i” you grinned and pressed your head on his bare chest, earning a forehead kiss from him.
“This vacation house was a brilliant idea” he said as he looked down to meet your eyes.
“I’m glad you think so, I wanted this birthday to be perfect” you spoke happily
As you finished washing up, you both put on some soft cotton robes and dried up in your bedroom.
“How about we choose a nice movie to watch? Order a fancy meal? You know I’m not a good cook” you asked
“I thought you had the entire day planned out” he chuckled
“well, I only had three things planned out.. I’m trying to kill time before we get to what I prepared next”
“first thing was coming here, second was going to the pool, right? what’s the third thing?” counting today’s plans on his hand, thinking of what’s coming next.
“I can’t ruin the surprise” you turned your back to him and frowned, jokingly
“besides, I still need to do my hair, dress up, put some sexy makeup and your favourite perfume” you added
“and all that for what?” he asked in a smirk
“if you really want to know..” you said and he let out a loud “mhm”
“well, it can’t be a perfect birthday without birthday sex” you said, flustered making him smirk almost immediately.
“honey, I told you you don’t need to make a big deal out of my birthday” he giggled
“yes but, we have sex all the time-“ you started and he bursted out laughing
“hey hey it’s not the point here! don’t laugh” you smacked his chest playfully, the movement making your robe loosen a bit and expose your body.
“what I meant to say is, i wanted it to be special because it’s your birthday” you said as he leant in, playing with the hem of your robe, which was doing a very poor job of covering your body.
“Special in what way?” He asked teasingly, causing you to blush even more and avoid his gaze
“hmm.. I bought some sexy lingerie... I wanted to show” you explained shyly
“It’ll be on the floor before you know it. besides, it’s you who makes it special and not a sexy piece of lingerie, trust me” he said as he leaned in and your head met the pillow, his body slightly hovering over yours, his lips inches away from yours.
“but I haven’t done anything fancy-“ you said and he shut you up with a hungry kiss, your hand went to his robe, sloppily playing with the robe’s string.
“So will you let me ruin your surprise” he asked in deep, playful voice.
you nodded and untangled it, letting the robe fall off of him.
despite his hard on poking from under his robe earlier, it looked even sexier, bigger when fully exposed. lightly brushing your hand against it, causing his knees to shiver while giving him a smirk.
“Lay back” you said suggestively as you took off your robe and threw it on the ground.
as he laid back for you, you motioned him to spread his legs wider so you can take him all in comfortably.
One and holding the base of his cock to keep it still, the other one resting on his thigh, you opened your mouth wide for him and bobbed your head up and down, spitting on the tip of his dick and massaging it lightly, giving light kisses to his balls, earning a soft grunt. down on his length again, you maintained a medium to slow pace, his hand automatically went to your had to shove you down on his length, but he took his hands back right away in hesitation.
“you may do this if you like” you spoked after popping his dick out of your mouth and going down on his length once again, this time he bucked his hips up, and started thrusting up your throat. as he pushed your head down on his length, his grunts were powerful, sending chills down your body as his movements caused you to choke on his length several times, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
“You alright there?” He said in a choked voice
“Mhm” you responded out of breath and pushed him back down, your hips rolling on top of his, dry humping and grinding on his thick plump member, his tip spilling some pre cum. Holding his member in one hand and gently stroking it while grinding on it with your wet pussy, his lips attaching themselves to your nipples, sucking on them and gently biting on them, causing your actions to become slower and sloppier as you were getting very hot and bothered.
his usual grunts broke into moans
“I know I said I didn’t want to make a big deal out of my birthday but I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day” he said out of breath motioning you to get on all 4 as he slapped your ass, spiting on his finger and rubbing your clit from behind, pulling his index finger in and out rapidly to prepare you for what’s coming, you let out a few moans which he cockily laughed at, knowing what he had planned.
He then motioned you to spread your legs as wide as possible for him, as your breast hit the mattress and your lower body was open wide for your boyfriend.
He then slid to you from behind, taking you doggy style, hands gripping on your hips as he pushed himself into you, giving you a few slow sexy thrusts that made you buck your hips against him before he slammed himself into you.
his grunts become faster, your moans echoing through the room, bucking your hips against him drove you crazy.
After a few more minutes, his speed became very fast, you could tell he was reaching his high, slamming into you and his cock twitching inside of you, he quickly pulled out and motioned you to lay back as he jacked himself off in godspeed and let his massive load on your bare chest. trying to calm his breath, his fingers made their way to your clit, making figure 8s around it in order to finish you off,
“Please moan my name, it’s my birthday”he chuckled as he connected his lips to your clit and slid his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out.
“Youngkyun-ah...” you moaned quietly
“Louder” he said teasingly against your clit, the vibrations making your knees weak, he knew you were close.
“k-kyun-ah,! just like that” you let out loud enough for his liking, and he sped up his actions
shortly after you reached your orgasm too and released your juices on his tongue.
“wow” you fell on your back, switching looks with youngkyun, earning a shy laugh from him as his hands covered his face
“It amazes me how you can be balls deep inside of me yet still act shy and cute after you come undone every single time” you said smacking his hands away, causing him to laugh
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