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f10werfae · 1 year

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No Panties Indoors

pairing: Lumberjack!Husband!Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader

summary: Housewife Y/n can’t help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he’s fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)(requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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Y/n gushed happily watching her husband Henry, fix up the treehouse in their backyard. His blue vest not doing anything to hide his big burly arms, which he used to constantly man handle his wife into the most compromising positions. In his head he was just, “Makin a little baby for us” claiming that’s all Y/n really needed.

It had only been weeks since Henry had convinced Y/n that her friends had been no good for her, ever since they made her think that she needed to use makeup. And to think they nearly convinced her to shave her bush, which Henry was not the happiest about. Since then the possessive bear of a man had kept Y/n cooped up in their secluded cabin in the woods, his arms never leaving her body unless absolutely necessary.

“You just gon’ stare at me all day bun?” Henry smirked breaking Y/n’s train of thought, his hands going around her waist to land on her ass, using his strength to push her against him. “Didn’t mean to, jus thought you looked pretty” Y/n smiled, looking up with stars in her eyes, and she just couldn’t help but squeal when she felt him grope her ass. To the rest of the town that action may seem extremely lewd, but that was simply the couple’s way of showing affection.

“Pretty huh? Ya know what else is pretty? My sugar’s sweet gorgeous pussy” He whispered into her ear, his hand going from her rear to under the skirt of her summer dress. “Bearrr” Y/n whined holding onto his thick wrist, his fingers pressing on her button lightly.

“Jus’ checkin my woman’s followin the rules, can’t be too careful” Henry winked, rubbing three slow circles onto her clit before pulling his hands out, holding her eyes as he licked the slickness which had already collected onto his thumb. “See! I told you I follow the rules, no panties in the house” Y/n scoffed walking away, Henry’s eyes trained on her beautiful figure as she walked away to presumably start on supper; all Henry could think to himself was ‘How did I convince a woman like that to elope with me?’

Once Y/n saw that Henry was back to work on his treehouse, she resumed her place on the seat by the massive window, if Henry looked at her direction he’d be able to see her as clear as day. In fact when he was busy chopping wood, he’d ask her to sit there so he could just look at her every few minutes. Saying that he needed his sweet sugar or else he’d go through major withdrawals and who was she to deny her husband, the man who was now providing for her.

Y/n watched as Henry wiped the sweat from his forehead, his skin showing a shiny sliver of a tan from working all day long, in truth Y/n had missed the clinginess of the animal she called her beloved husband. Propping up her legs wide open to face the window, the heat of the sun hitting her exposed pussy. Y/n slid her hand down, feeling the wetness start to leak onto the soft cushions, a pout in her face knowing Henry wouldn’t finish until he was done.

She gasped as two of her fingers found her sensitive button, trying to imitate Henrys actions from earlier, but of course nothing compared to his calloused thick fingers. Throwing her head back she let her fingers slip through her folds, soft whimpers leaving her as she reached her slicked up hole, her fingers taunting the opening.

“Fuckin’ hell sugar, you can’t even pleasure yourself like I do, pathetic. Come out ‘ere and i’ll sort you out lovely” Henry said knocking on the plane glass window, Y/n immediately closing her legs in shock and pouting once she saw Henry now up close to the glass and smirking at her.

“Mhm don’t wanna interrupt, you seem busy, and if you don’t finish then you’ll take longer to come insidee” Y/n said shaking her head defiantly, rushing out the backdoor when she saw Henry tilt his head, his jaw tightened and his eyes now glaring. “i’m finished sugar”

“C-coming!” Y/n shouted rushing out to put on her new branded slippers he had bought her, only for her body to smash into his chest suddenly. “Damn right you are woman, n’ maybe we can get started on that baby you want so badly” Henry grumbled interlacing their fingers together, her giant golden wedding ring spitting lights all over the dark fence.

“wait… really?!” Y/n beamed naively letting him lead her into his treehouse, but then again, what sort of treehouse had he really built?

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divine-demon-dummy · 29 days

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PORTRAIT OF MY GUMMY BEARRR (ROLLS AROUND IN THE DIRT)

my love for cecil is immeasurable im deranged

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #invincible fanart #invincible #cecil stedman

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passionpeachy · 3 months

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YOURE WATCHING THE BEARRR???

I already watched the whole thing 🤍 that show was so stressful I had some flashbacks to my old job 10/10

#asks

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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Hey pookie bearrr 🥰🥰

Feeling a little silly tonight after listening to some more Tyler while lying in my bed and thinking up random scenarios that will forever stay in my head and imagining myself being the main character in an edit SOOOO I got an idea

Okay but like just imagine- super happy reader x pavitr x gayatri (yan or not, don’t think it matters too much for this one so do whatever you feel like), they’re really down to earth and manage to calm both pavitr and gayatri down when they get stressed or angry. They don’t really talk about their own problems because they don’t view anything as problems, they’re and optimist that turns every difficulty into an opportunity per say. They’re just a very calm and happy person all round but one day after coming home from maybe a family gathering, with a family that isn’t the best, and they’re just so- upset and angry.

Not in the upset and angry that lash out at every little thing but the upset and angry that’s cold and short.

Anyways, gayatri and pavitr notice pretty quickly they’re really mad and they try to comfort reader but they’re just so dry it’s almost upsetting- short answers and snapping a little bit but then saying short and annoyed sorrys.

After trying to comfort the reader but failing gayatri and pavitr try and give them space and leave them to their own accord. Pavitr and gayatri and worrying about what to do in the living room when they hear loud crashes and thuds coming from their room. Scared and worried they run over the the room to find that the reader just trashed it, book cases thrown down, clothes scattered, papers and pens and pieces of glass scattered everywhere. In the center of the trashed room is the reader with their back to the door just seething by trying so hard to just keep it in and internalize it they’re on the brink of almost hurting themselves just to keep it internal.

Idek how to describe it cause it sounds kinda silly but I need some good ass hurt comfort and your the best person who could do my wacky little ideas justice 🕊️🕊️

Inspired by She by Tyler 🤑

𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣

Cw: poly!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, reader has a toxic family, self harm, small bit of blood, hurt/comfort, tw for Gayatri and Pavitr being actually sane in this one fic.

Notes: hiii darling 💞 I really hope you like this<3 (I also do this so it's kinda inspired by my own issues 💀). I don't know if I got the "She" vibe, I think I'll save that song for a darker one

You're a calm person, a mature person, a positive person. The one that always knows what to do, the one that everyone goes to for advice, the one that has everything under control.

Control, controlled every crisis, every tear, you bite your tongue until you choke on the metallic taste, you swallow your own venom to save others the inexpedient. And you reap what you sow when others call you "sunshine", when they trust you, when you can help others through their own feelings, planting in other fields, the kindness you cannot grow on your own, for the life of you. The love, the mercy, it blooms around you, never in you.

You accept it, you embrace it, whenever you bottle up your emotions, you kiss it, you keep it. You hoard these ugly, complicated, muddy feelings, they remain even when you do what you're supposed to, when you do the healthy thing to do. They are kept with compassion. You hope for the day this boggy substances may have any use, may be adjuvant to fertilize the dry, mistreated field your heart, to clean it, rebirth it. You hope that your heart beating means something. That is a sign of hope, and not just a mechanical, calculated tic tac performed by a cold machine in order to keep the most important gear working, you hope that in the machine alike action of your body, there's something deeper, a "beyond" the blood and veins.

It's worth it, it's always worth it to you. When you guide your partners into confronting their emotions, teach them to see the bright side of life, when you take the higher ground instead of letting yourself say something you'd regret. However you look at it, it's worth it, and it's working.

Pavitr often notices it, he tells you to not work yourself too hard, and not bottle up your emotions, but even with though he has the best intentions in the world, he just doesn't understand it. Yes, there's the possibility that bottling up stuff might come back to bite you in the end, but why bother worrying about that? Your method works, and, isn't being positive, well- positive?

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?" Gayatri looked at you, troubled, she knew interactions with that side of the family rarely brought you more than distress. They offered to be there with you for you countless times, but you'd rather leave them out of it, away from your family's scrutiny. "I am, 'Tri you don't have to worry about me" she laid her hand on top of yours, silently saying "I got you", you look in the mirror and finish fixing your hair for what you know will be an hours long martyrdom you have to endure in order to keep peace.

They both say goodbye at the door, Pavitr kisses you cheek, you know what they're thinking, but you can handle it, unpleasant experiences aren't the end of the world, and you have been avoiding this for long enough, there's no use in hiding from your problems.

"I got some ice cream in the freezer in case you need to vent a bit after it" He offers you

"Sounds nice" you respond with a weak smile, you won't vent, he knows that. It's still so nice of him to want to give you space to.

During the gathering, you shift your attention to trivial, small things, like your spine. It should be straight, you need to correct your posture, you look at your nails, they're not at their best, you should get them done, your steps seem off, you couldn't have forgotten how to walk, is that concerning? Maybe you should go to a doctor. How does that one uncle always manages to smell like watered down old wine? You don't even sit down yet, he doesn't seem drunk, maybe it's his natural smell. The air also smells like lemon, that's a nice touch. Touch. You have to touch people to greet them, it's okay, you've done it before, you'll be okay, touching isn't a big deal, it's just customary, don't worry, you're almost done.

For the time you're back home, your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, your muscles are tense, you want to lay down, but you won't. You know you're annoyed, but it doesn't mean anything, just knowing you're feeling bad never did anything, never helped.

You open the door, and pray Gayatri and Pavitr are away, you are not surprised when those prayers aren't answered, and you find Gayatri working in her laptop and Pavitr probably making coffee, judging by the smell.

"How did it go?" Gayatri asks meekly, she hoped you'd take a sit next to her, but you're going straight to your room.

"Fine." You'd have the decency to look her in the eye while answering, but in your face is obvious it didn't go "fine".

"Well, we still have that ice cream in the freezer, we can always eat it to celebrate, no?" It doesn't take a genius to know you were lying, so now you know she's trying to cheer you up. Normally it'd be sweet.

"No. if you want it that badly, eat it." You hoped that answer would give her a sort of clue, but it doesn't, now she's getting up from the office chair to go get you.

"It doesn't look like you're fine" she says, putting her hand on your arm

"No shit, Sherlock"

"Y/N, I know you're stressed, but she's just trying to help" Pavitr comes out of fucking nowhere to intervene

"Now where did you come from?" You really didn't want to say it in that tone, so bitchy and almost disgusted

"It's my apartment? It's hers too?" He doesn't back down, he just states the obvious and remain unfazed by your tone

"Mine too, so I'd like to go to my room."

They leave you alone along with alright, whatever you want's said under their breath, you don't care.

They're both very surprised to see their usually down to earth, cheery partner acting that way, but per explicit request, they leave them alone.

The two walk silently to the living room, sitting next to each other in the periwinkle couch.

"It must've been quite bad to have them like this" Pavitr started, he was verbalizing what was evident, but it needed to be said

"I can't even imagine how they must be feeling, or what they did to them" Gayatri sighed

"Do you think there's something we could do?"

"Right now? Leave them alone, probably, they won't mean whatever they say. And I'm also a little mad, but it's not the time to talk" Gayatri rested her head on her lover's shoulder, it's an attempt to calm the racing thoughts, but they both know it's not enough.

The rummaging and the sound of their things hitting the floor starts. Pavitr shakes and tries to stand up, Gayatri grips his hand tighter, and just looks at him, no words spoken. But he understands he must stay away. They hear your various sounds of distress, the hairs in their arms and nape spiking, as they look to each other's eyes, hoping for some kind of answer.

Until none of them can contain and just sprint to your room, the door is locked, but it's a fairly weak safe, and it only takes a strong push of Spider-Man on the door to break it. You're crouching on the floor, face puffy from all the crying, and the room absolutely trashed. Books you were so eager to read, now mistreated and damaged, art supplies you saved money for, spilled, laying around, some broken, clothes scattered, your figures and other accents from your shelf on the floor, uncared for, and of course, the glass vase that held the latest flowers you received, spilled and soaked some of your belongings and left a puddle on the floor, along with spiky broken glass. Your breathing was audible, a cry for strength, so you'd be able to bottle up everything again, you didn't even seemed bothered by the sound of the door being violently opened.

You lay at the middle of all the chaos, and with graceful movements, they cross the sea of clutter for you, careful to not break anything more.

Pavitr crouches too, facing you, and softly grabbing your wrists so you can't keep using your nails to hurt yourself, he can see the bruises already forming in multiple spots of your body. Gayatri doesn't touch, afraid it'll overstimulate you more. Instead, she hums a melody, both to help you snap out of it, and to steady your heartbeat.

You come back to reality, muttering apologies, and wanting to leave this all behind, you really just want to encapsule your emotions away and avoid seeing such expressions in their faces.

But they won't let you, not this time, no matter how long you need to talk, how long it takes you to actually talk, if you cry or want to scream in the middle of it, they are both now vowing to never let you reach your breaking point again.

You have two people to share your burdens, who will never think less of you for not being useful, who'll appreciate all your feelings, even the ugly, muddy, complicated ones.

#atsv x reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gayatri singh #gayatri x reader #gayatri singh x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x gayatri #spiderverse pavitr #ATSV Gayatri #gayatri x pavitr

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ilovewriting06 · 1 year

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Day Off

I groan as a hundred pound dog jumps on the bed and plops his head on my stomach, “Bearrr, get offf, it’s too early for morning cuddlessss.” Instead of getting off Bear simply shuffled to the foot of the bed and laid his head on my legs. I sigh and roll over to grab Mike but I’m met by cold sheets. I open my eyes to see Mikes side of the bed empty and huff a sigh of annoyance before glancing at the alarm clock, 6 am, I hate mornings and he loves them what a perfect match.

Knowing that I won’t get back to sleep without Mike by my side I sit up in bed and rub my eyes as I stretch. I stand up and shuffle to the bathroom to pee before venturing out to find Mike. I start to head down the hall and pause realizing I’m only in one of Mike’s shirts and a thong. I know no one else is here but he could be filming so I spin around on my heel before grabbing a pair of sleep shorts that barely cover my butt but it’s better than nothing.

I wander through the house and check the rooms as I go not in the living room, kitchen, or filming room. I sigh knowing where he’s at, the home gym. I pad down to the basement and hear music playing in the background followed by the clink of the weights hitting the bench press. I walk in the room to see Mike in nothing but a pair of shoes and shorts and groan as I watch his muscles flex, God we should have had sex last night, maybe I wouldn’t be this horny.

I shuffle to the radio and turn it off getting Mike’s attention. He sets the weight down before sitting up and wiping his hands on a towel. He took a drink before standing up and heading to the treadmill. I huff at the fact he’s ignoring me because if his smile said anything it was that he’s doing it on purpose to get under my skin, and it was working. He gets on the treadmill and I whine and stomp my foot dramatically before walking in front of it and leaning on it and looking at him until he looks at me. He smiled as I begged, “Mike.” He stops the treadmill and gets off before standing in front of me, “What’s wrong?” I shrugged before hugging his waist, “I didn’t see you all day yesterday and I missed you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, “I know baby but I had to pull a long shift and I missed you too.”

I smiled against his chest before pulling back, “You need a shower, maybe I can join.”

He chuckled and brushed a piece of hair out of my face, “Nuh uh, I’m not done working out yet but then I’ll take a shower but no promises about you joining.”

I groan and pout, “Whyyyy? We haven't done anything in awhile.” He looked at me with amusement written all over his face, “Baby, we literally had sex the night before last and I gave you oral yesterday morning.” I wrap my arms around his neck before sighing, “But now I’m horny because of watching you lift those stupid weights.” He laughed before kissing my forehead, “I promise you can join me in the shower but I have to finish my workout first.” I smile and nod, “Okay babe, have fun working out.” He gave me a quick kiss before going back to the treadmill.

After another forty five minutes Mike walks into the kitchen where I’m getting a glass of water. When the cup is full he takes it out of my hand and takes a big gulp of it. I glare at him when he hands me back an empty cup causing him to laugh, “What?” “You stole my water.” He smiles and kisses my cheek, “If it makes you feel better I’m ready for a shower.” I bounce up and down for dramatic effect and he laughed at my antics when my phone rings. I turn around to see it’s my mom and groan knowing if I don’t answer she’ll panic and spam my phone and if I do answer I’ll be on the phone for an hour.

I grab my phone and look at Mike, “Please wait.” He shakes his head and walks toward the bathroom as I frown and answer the phone. After talking to mom for thirty minutes I was saved by her getting another call from her friend. When I got off the phone the shower was no longer running telling me he was getting dressed. When he came out his hair was damp and he was in a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. I bite my lip but turn away so he can’t see because he knows what he’s doing, he’s playing dirty. Well jokes on him two can play at this game.

I get up from the couch where I had migrated to while on the phone and told Mike I was going to get dressed he looked up at me and smiled his goddamn adorable smile before nodding.

I walked in and decided on what to wear and smiled as I got an idea. It was the end of June so New York was very hot so I put on a pair of shorts that were barely longer than my sleep shorts and a black sports bra with a thin white cropped tank top and to top it off I threw my hair up into a high ponytail knowing that it would get Mike’s mind going a hundred miles an hour.

I make my way back to the living room to grab my cup and make sure that Mike sees me. I smile as I see him look up from his phone and open his mouth a little. I take my cup to the kitchen and open the freezer to get chicken nuggets but stop when I see the popsicles that I bought the other week when I was on my period so I grabbed one of those and take the wrapper off before going back and sitting on the chair across from Mike. I take the popsicle into my mouth and suck on it before releasing it with a loud pop. His head shoots up and his pupils are blown as he watches me lick and suck on the popsicle until it’s gone and I’m getting the remnants off of the stick. He watched my every move as I get up and throw the stick away and walk towards him.

I straddle his hips and grind down a little causing him to choke back a groan but instead of giving him the attention he thought I was going to give him I reached behind him to grab the remote that was sitting on the back of the couch. As I grab it I make sure to rub up against him and grab the remote before I collapse on the couch beside him with my feet in his lap.

I feel his bulge by my foot and inwardly smirk as I watch him get frustrated out of the corner of my eye as I turned on the tv. After a couple seconds I move my foot rubbing up and down his crotch until he grabs my foot and snaps, “That’s it! Okay you win, I cave!”

I smile in victory before shifting to straddle his legs again. He watches me with lust blown eyes and takes in a shaky breath as I kiss along his jaw and leave a mark below his ear. His hands dig into my hips guiding me to grind on his bulge. I gladly do so and kiss and lick up his neck causing his head to fall back and for him to release a moan. I pull back and rest one hand on his shoulder while the other one plays with the hair on the back of his neck.

He looks at me with a smile and pulls me closer, “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get what you wanted.” I chuckle as I realize he knew my plan all along as he continues, “But that damn popsicle pushed me over the edge.”

I smile before pushing my lips against his in a passionate lust filled kiss. I continue to grind down on him until he flips us so that we’re laying on the couch and my legs are wrapped around his waist and he kisses down my neck sucking deep red marks as he goes, “Is this what you wanted? You want me to fuck you?” I moan as he bit my sweet spot, “Yes! Fuck yes, please fuck me Mikey!” “God I love when you beg.” He proceeded to pull my tank top and sports bra off with my assistance. We were soon fully naked and I was laying under him as his eyes wondered my body with lust filled eyes. I release a pornographic moan as he bit my nipple before suckling on it. I arch my back and shake as his finger grazes over my clit. I look up at him with hooded eyes and throw my head back in a scream as two of his fingers plunge into me unexpectedly before curling and hitting my g-spot.

He continues pumping his fingers in and out of me hitting my g-spot every time while rubbing my clit with his thumb. My body shakes as a moan rips through my body when he adds a third finger stretching me deliciously. I shake and moan, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gon-,” I whimper when his hand is removed from my core stealing away my climax. He smirks down at me as I whimper and bites my earlob, “Do you really think I’m going to let you come that easily?” I moan as he latches onto my boob again. “God, please Mike, please let me cum.” He releases my boob with a pop and shakes his head once, “Nope.” I cry out a please before he slips down my legs until his hot breath is hitting my core and he tsks while shaking his head, “You’re dripping onto the couch princess, that earns you at least two more edgings.” I cry out begging him to let me cum before I moan as he licks a stripe up my center. I pant as he shoves his tongue into my tight hole and I squeeze around him involuntarily. His thumb comes to rub my clit as I pull on his hair as I’m quickly approaching my climax before it’s all gone and I whine, “No!” He bites down on my clit causing me to see stars before saying, “Don’t tell me no, do you want me to add another edging.” I shake my head, “No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “That’s what I thought.” I arch my back and pull on his hair hard as his mouth and fingers are back on and in my core. I cry out a whine when I realize that this climax will be torn from my grasp too. Within seconds my legs are shaking and clamping around his head as I get closer to my climax than either of the other two times and my chest fills with hope before it’s smashed into pieces as he removes himself from down there and climbs back up my body.

I stare into his eyes silently begging him to let me cum and then I’m screaming again as he drills into me with no warning. My breathing is labored and my stomach is tight as I feel my climax fast approaching due to the edgings prior to this. He wraps his hand around my throat causing me to moan before ordering, “Don’t cum until I say so.” I groan and nod my head as tears flow down my cheeks.

After another minute I’m sobbing and begging, “I can’t! It’s to hard! I’m gonna cum! Please, please let me cum,” he hits me with a particularly hard thrust slamming into my g-spot causing my body to shake as it becomes nearly impossible to hold back my impending orgasm, “Please, Daddy, please, I can’t hold it anymore, you feel to- too goo-good.” He moans at the name and his thrusts get sloppy as the name pushed him a little closer to the edge and he nods, “Okay baby, you can cum.” I don’t need to be told twice as I arch my back as a pleasure filled scream rips through my throat as my whole body shakes as I let go. The orgasm hits so hard and so good that my body falls limp and I blackout for a few seconds. When my eyes flutter open my body is still shaking and I look up to see Mike smirking down at me as he’s still slamming into me. I shake as I feel a second orgasm build faster than any other one I’ve ever felt and I’m pushed over the edge again when Mike closes his eyes and his mouth falls open to release a moan as he cums.

When we’ve ridden out our highs he slumps against me and I pant trying to catch my breath. He pulls back and gives me a kiss, “Is that what you wanted?” I nod enthusiastically, “Exactly what I wanted.”

#dr mike x reader #dr mike #mikhail #doctor mike #mikhail varshavski x reader #mikhail varshavski #smut

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