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Bumping Beach Bikini - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Pregnancy; References to Sex/Suggestive Jokes; Flirting; Use of Second Person POV “You,” No Physical Description of Reader (Minus Pregnancy), No Y/N

Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.

Master List

Bradley had a mental list of the best outfits that he had ever seen you in. There wasn’t a set ranking, just general levels of appreciation.

There was a step above your normal beauty and allure, which mostly included random casual outfits that for whatever reason just got him going. Like the yellow sundress that you wore when it was exceptionally hot out that was super easy to slide his hands under. Or those jean shorts that he loved to slip his hand into the back pocket and give your ass an appreciative squeeze. Or anything of his that you chose to wear.

And the step above those were your slightly dressier outfits that got him even more excited. The backless black dress that you wore out in Vegas when the two of you went out with the Dagger Squad. Or the blue floor length dress that you wore to Maverick and Penny’s wedding that looked like it was literally sculpted for you and your figure. Though he did rip the zipper on that one.

Then there were the more special outfits. Your wedding dress mostly, since he literally burst out into tears the second that he saw you step out in it. The photo of you that he kept in his cockpit was from your wedding day with your veil spread out around you, giving you a completely angelic appearance. And, well, Rooster was also very fond of the matching white lingerie set that you wore underneath it that night too. He did rip that one too though.

And at the very top of the pyramid of his favorite outfits was, of course, your birthday suit. Nothing would ever top that one.

But seeing you in a maternity bikini with one of his Hawaiian shirts wrapped around your shoulders and your baby bump sticking out from between the folds of his shirt—now that was a sight that he ingrained into his mind for the rest of his life. That one really challenged your birthday suit in his mind.

“What?” you laughed, shooting your husband a look as you applied more sunscreen. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re glowing,” Bradley praised, still taking in your beauty.

“With sweat,” you giggled, rubbing in another layer of sunscreen. “It’s only spring and I swear I’m melting already.” You set down the tube of sunscreen and shot your husband a playful look. “You just had to make sure that I was heavily pregnant during the hottest months of the year in Southern California, didn’t you, Bradshaw?”

“Maybe you should have done the math before you begged me to get you pregnant,” Bradley replied, a bit smugly.

“I don’t beg,” you scoffed, shooting him a look. “And besides you offered about fifty times before I let you. If anyone was begging, it was you, Bradley.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rooster mused, smiling over at you.

There was one rule to surviving with a heavily pregnant wife—it was to let you win. On just about everything. Anything health or safety wise, he would argue back, but Rooster took a rain check on all of the little things. And frankly he got more satisfaction out of seeing you happy than being right.

“Do you have enough water?” Rooster asked, sitting up some more.

You reached over and lifted your giant water bottle into the air. Taking a long sip from it just to prove your point to your husband, you set your water bottle back down on the sand.

“I’m fine. Just need some time to relax,” you replied, leaning back in your seat. “Before it all really sets in.”

Reaching down to pick up your ankle, Rooster started to massage your foot, earning a sigh of relief from your lips. Practically melting into your chair, you turned to your husband with a small, thankful smile as you curled your toes a bit.

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m sure you could,” Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of your calf.

“There’s only one thing that would make this better.”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster jokingly admonished, causing you to smile wider. “Be careful suggesting that. I knocked up the last woman who asked me to take my shirt off in that tone.”

“I’ll take the risk,” you replied with a smile, rubbing your bump slowly.

“So long as you understand the risk,” Rooster returned with a wink.

“Jesus Christ, the rest of us are trying to eat here,” Phoenix cut in, sounding annoyed.

You and Rooster turned to the other Daggers, Maverick, and Penny, who was hiding an amused smile behind her hand. Maverick turned to Penny with a similar expression, shaking his head. But most of the other Daggers, those who were single anyways, shot both you and Rooster somewhat disgusted looks.

“Sorry,” you called sheepishly, waving to them.

“I’m not,” Rooster replied, reaching up to take his shirt off.

Arms uP

tella baby it’s ♡ anon I LOVE SWEETHEART READER but J was wondering what if Rafe were with an Americana aesthetic reader? I imagine her being a very vintage-esque girl who loves picnics, farm work, listening to Lana, thrift shopping, sucking lollipops, wearing small shorts and denim skirts, just your typical girl next door OMG sorry if this is too long of an ask I can send a shorter one ahhhhhh ♡ ♡

this is perfect! ugh i love this sm <3

rafe had met you, through the likes of his sister, sarah — she’d stumbled upon your parents’ land during one of her bike rides through figure 8, her lips parted in awe at the sight of you brushing the shiny coat of your white camarillo horse, who’d she quickly learn was named ‘leche’ a silly name that stuck since you first got the horse as an innocent child. that one question about your beloved horse, was all it took for you and sarah to become engrossed in an hours-long conversation about anything and everything. she fell in love with everything about you — your big bombshell hair, cutesy doll lashes, skimpy baby pink polka dot bikini top, and even skimpier daisy dukes, all the way down to the adorable butterfly belly button ring that adorned your tummy.

the moment you’d exchanged the pleasantries of learning each other’s names, sarah was quick to make you her very best friend, your latin tongue making itself known as you spoke, leaving the perky blonde even more entranced by you — making sure that you had her phone number, before she pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your horse’s nose, turning to send you a small wave as she got back on her bike, pedaling her way back to tannyhill. the two of you were pathetically giddy and the potential of your budding friendship, you both were left giggling into the late hours of the night, before ending the call with plans for you to teach sarah how to ride a horse, tomorrow. it wasn’t until you had been friends for about six months, that sarah decided that you should come over to her house for once, she’d grown to accustomed to the judgement-free air that came with being on the farm with you.

sure, you lived on figure 8, but your family’s property teetered on the fine line of being considered part of the cut, but your parents were insistent on you being in an environment where you could experience the lavish side of life. so, as you got to know sarah cameron, the daunting thought of stepping foot inside of tannyhill had left you a nervous mess as you meticulously dolled yourself up. latin music flowed softly through your speaker as you squeezed your tube of glittery lipgloss between your sparkly cotton candy pink acrylic nails, precisely smearing the sticky gloss across your swollen lips, mushing them together before your pulled away from the mirror of your vanity with a content sigh.

carefully clasping your rosary around your neck, you gently combed your nails through the ends of your perfectly curled hair, before smoothing your hands down your strapless micro dress, the lace and silk lined cups that confined your breasts, adorned with a neatly sewed bow, pushing them up cutely against your chest as you slipped your feet into dainty white kitten heels, before rushing downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you stepped out onto your driveway, silently praying to yourself that you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself. i mean, it was only meant to be an innocent lunch where you’d meet your best friend’s family — surely, in your little naive mind, you manipulated yourself into believing that nothing too bad could come from having lunch with the cameron family. right?

you were broken from your whiplash-inducing thoughts with parted sticky and swollen lips as the sound of sarah’s familiar car horn filled your pearl-earring adorned ears.

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with a sigh, sarah linked her arm through yours, biting down into her bottom lip as the two of you stepped inside of the grandeur that was tannyhill. before the two of you could exceed the confines of the foyer, she pulled away from you, suddenly overcome with the impending annoyance and embarrassment that came with introducing people to her family, specifically, her older brother. your dolly lashes fluttered together as your eyes softened with confusion.

before sarah could speak, the staggering height of ward cameron stopping behind sarah came into your line of vision, your lips parting as he clasped a fatherly hand down onto his daughter’s shoulder as she forced a warm smile at you, “hi sweetie,” he pressed his lips to sarah’s head, squeezing her shoulder before he pulled away from sarah, extending a firm hand in your direction, “s’a pleasure to finally meet you, i’m mr. cameron,” ward smiled, nodding approvingly as you revealed your name, enveloping your small hand around his as you politely shook his hand.

“hi mr. cameron,” you extended a courteous smile, fighting back a laugh as you watched sarah roll her eyes teasingly.

with a clap of his large hands, ward stepped to the side, “well, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting outside, your brother should be home soon, sarah,” ward breathes out a laugh, your wide eyes sparkling with awe as you walked through the grandeur main room of tannyhill. sarah allowed a giddy smile to pull on her pout as she took in your observant gaze. she loved how despite your status of living on figure 8, you remained humble, extending kindness to every person and animal you came across, so much so that it inspired her to treat even the smallest bugs with utmost respect.

“your home is beautiful, mr. cameron,” you beamed, lashes fluttering as you stepped out into the pristinely decorated backyard. your brief moment of shock once again overtaken by your meddlesome nerves as you approached the flower adorned table, smoothing your hands underneath the plush curve of your ass, before taking your seat beside sarah.

the table was quiet as your wiped your clammy hands against your dress, suddenly overcome with insecurity as sarah’s stepmother and younger sister stared at you, their eyes greedily drinking you in. with parted lips, you began to speak when wheezie suddenly cut in, “you’re really hot,” she blurted, your parted lips expanding into a flushed smile as sarah snorted beside you, a complete contrast from the stern and bewildered stares that wheezie received from ward and rose.

“that was so inappropriate, wheezie,” rose scolded with a displeased roll of her eyes, before turning to face ward who kept his stern eyes on wheezie who sunk into her seat.

you were quick to mouth ‘thank you’ to the younger girl, before turning your attention to ward who let out out a sharp sigh, running a hand over his face, before forcing a smile, “alright, well — my son should be home any minute, so please, feel free to help yourself to what’s on the table,” ward motioned to the array of salad, sandwiches, fruits, and pitchers of juice that covered the table. with a shaky hand, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, licking over your glossed lips as sarah did followed suit, filling her glass.

just as you brought the glass to your lips, the sight of a tall young man, with greasy strands of hair fanning over his face approached the table, dressed in a black button up and khaki pants. fuck, he was hot. subconsciously your pressed your thighs together, focusing your attention on swallowing down the citrusy juice that flooded your tongue.

“nice of you to join us, rafe — have a seat, son,” ward spoke gruffly, watching closely as rafe took the seat at the opposite end of the table, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your presence. his bright blue eyes immediately went the swells of your pushed-up breasts, before flickering up to meet your shy gaze, earning a disgusted scoff from sarah. ward did not miss his son’s inappropriate transgression, clearing his throat to gather the attention of the table, “son, this is sarah’s friend,” ward introduced you, rafe’s eyes remaining on yours as your name fell from ward’s mouth, causing rafe’s eyebrows to raise in intrigue as his head cocked to the side.

rafe decided that he had to toy with you, see if you truly were as light and airy as your physical appearance portrayed as he parted his pink lips, “yeah? how’d you get so lucky to meet my sweet sister, sarah?” rafe spoke, his tone pathetically condescending as he carefully watched you awkwardly shift in your sweet. you were a skittish one — he liked that.

with a forced and breathy laugh, you smiled politely, “she was riding her bike and she saw my horse, leche,” you answered truthfully, earning an amused chuckle from rafe that left you somewhat embarrassed. your doe eyes were quick to glaze as you swallowed thickly, before you turned to sarah.

“rafe, don’t be such a dick,” sarah spat, earning a corrective tut from ward as rafe glanced at his father with feigned confusion.

leaning forward, rafe focused his attention onto sarah, a tall knowing smirk on his face, “easy, sarah — m’just getting to know your little friend, i mean, isn’t that why she’s here?” rafe pushes further, returning his eyes to yours as your fingers fiddled with the silk trims that lined the hem of your dress. “she’s a big girl, i’m sure that she could speak up for her-” rafe began, before he was harshly cut off by the slam of ward’s closed fist colliding with the table, causing rafe to silence, his jaw clenched as he closed his eager mouth.

there was a part of you that felt bad for rafe, you almost felt responsible for his scolding, your soft eyes didn’t miss the way he flinched as ward hit the table. you could see that rafe just wanted attention, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore to subtle ache in your chest as he remained silent for the duration of the lunch, his eyes hanging low as the rest of the cameron family made polite conversation with you. it wasn’t until the entirety of the table went off to do their own thing, that you turned to rafe who blankly stared at his empty plate.

going against sarah’s wishes, you insisted on at least trying to talk to rafe and sarah knew that you’d simply felt bad for her brother — it was in your nature to want to fix anything that was broken. so, you remained seated, flipping your hair over your shoulder as your eyes feel on the gold signet ring that dressed rafe’s finger, “i like your ring,” you smiled, your core simmering as rafe brought his eyes to yours, his blank face empty of any definite expression.

“look — y’just a naive little girl who is my sister’s friend, not mine, y’understand?” rafe snapped, fighting back every urge not to bend you over the table as your glossed lips slightly quivered at his harsh words. your stomach churned with embarrassment as your eyes welled with hot threatening tears, “y’don’t speak to me, unless i speak to you, a’ight?” he spat, swallowing back the bitter guilt that became apparent in his tongue as you furiously nodded in your seat.

“okay,” you squeaked out, before hastily standing from your seat as you rushed to make your way back inside of the home, before rafe could see the fat tears that rolled down your blushy cheeks.

rafe knew that he had been a bit too harsh towards you, but he could tell that you needed some tough love — i mean, what was wrong with some redirection? your head was too far up in the clouds, and that would end up getting you into trouble that not even your pretty and swollen smile would be able to get out of. and what kind of a man would rafe be, if he didn’t look out for you, keep an eye out for you … even if it meant that he stole a glance up your dress as you tearfully walked away from him.

Day 16: Massage

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: A relaxing day on Bucky’s private yacht turns into a sensual massage.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, sex on a yacht, oral (male receiving)

Word count: 1.6k

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“Buck, baby, can you please rub sunscreen on my back?”

You feel Bucky’s private yacht fluctuate as the swell of the water flows beneath the hull. It’s easy to see, as Bucky hops out of the glass-bottom pool, that he’s found his sea legs, walking over to you with that sexy strut as if he were on steady land. Something you haven’t quite mastered yet.

His eyes are hidden by his custom Gucci sunglasses, but you’re absolutely positive that his gaze is roaming over your body in the designer swimsuit he picked out as you lay sunbaking on a sun lounger by the pool.

His toned, tanned body looks like that of a Greek God, firm enough to have been carved from stone, and now droplets of water running in rivers through the canals between his abs which makes you drool. There are some days where you don’t quite understand how you managed to convince a man with a body like that to marry you.

You squeeze the tube of sunscreen lightly, so that a couple of drops land in the centre of your chest, flowing down between your breasts. A cheeky smirk curves at your lips as you rub in the lotion over your entire chest, all the while maintaining eye contact with your husband.

He tugs the sunglasses down his nose, peering over the top of them as you spread the cream over the top of your breasts. Those spellbinding eyes are the colour of the vast ocean beneath you, a deep lust swirls in his pupils and he bites the inside of his cheek, a telling sign his mind is billowing with lascivious thoughts.

This is his ‘two can play at this game’ face. Just what you were hoping for.

Once your skin has absorbed all the sunscreen, you pass Bucky the tube, adjust the sun lounger so it’s lying flat and flip yourself over so you’re laying face down, ass up. Bucky’s fingers graze your skin as he slowly unties the knot of your bikini top. Though there is not a cloud in the sky and the sun shines warm and bright, a shiver flurries down your spine.

As Bucky begins to rub the sunscreen onto your back, you feel the tension in your muscles melt away under his skilled touch. His hands expertly work out all the knots and kinks in your back, those that remain from the stress of planning a wedding to the King of New York's underworld, moving in slow, relaxing circles that make you want to moan.

Bucky's hands roam every inch of bare skin he can find, tracing the curve of your hips, kneading your uptight shoulders and stroking the tension from the back of your neck. The pressure of his touch is so soothing that you almost forget where you are until you feel the sweltering rays of the sun on your skin.

But then something changes.

As Bucky continues to massage the lotion into the expanse of your back, his fingers continually drift lower until they're brushing against the top of your swimsuit bottoms. At first you consider it accidental, but this is Bucky Barnes you're talking about, he knows exactly what he's doing with those adept, calloused hands. No touch is incidental with him.

You feel Bucky's hands slip under the fabric, his fingers now exploring the curve of your ass. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try not to let out a wanton moan as he nudges your thighs apart and fingers begin moving in patterns over your clothed pussy.

His touch is gentle at first, playful even, but then he finds the sweet spot that sends an electric current racing through all your nerves. You let out a whimper, unable to hold back any longer, and that's when he firmly grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back.

“You like these hands, don’t you baby? I can practically smell how wet you are.”

You stare pleadingly into Bucky's eyes, silently begging for him to continue touching you, to satisfy you in the way only he knows how.

You're addicted to your husband, to how he touches you, the tenderness in his contact even as he is about to ravage you, to how his eyes brim with a devotion you have never known another man to have for his partner, to how he makes you feel so loved and as if you are the beginning and end of his entire existence within the span of a single breath.

With the assistance of you lifting your hips, Bucky slides the swimsuit off your body, maintaining piercing eye contact with you the entire time. He flings them somewhere close to the pool.

His gaze carries an intensity you’re familiar with by now, and you can feel the throbbing pulse within your clit in response to it.

“How about a simultaneous massage?” Bucky’s roguish voice breaks through the calming sound of the water splashing against the side of the boat.

Your husband steps out of his swimming shorts to reveal just how worked up he became while massaging your body. His dick stands tall and ready for you, and a characteristic charming smirk curves on his menacingly beautiful face as he saddles up beside you, hand reaching to find the wetness pooling between your legs. Two fingers trail gentle paths through your folds, gathering arousal, as you curl your fingers around the base of Bucky’s length, twisting your wrist as you begin jacking him off.

He swears with a sharp exhale, twinkling blue eyes looking deep into yours as you pump your hand with the rhythm you’ve learnt he enjoys. But Bucky knows your body like the back of his hand, he doesn’t need to look between your thighs for the pads of his fingers to locate your clit and continually toy with it. No matter how many times he touches you, it never feels any less magical, the way pleasure surges in the pit of your stomach, ballooning to the point where you’re anticipating the moment it will pop and fill your entire soul with sparking satisfaction.

“Mmmm Buck, that feels so good. I love your fingers.”

As you begin rolling your hips to meet the dexterous movements of his fingers, you sit up further in the lounger so you have the leverage in your body to lean over towards Bucky and swirl your tongue around his bulbous tip leaking precum.

When you take him in your mouth, a strained gasp falls from his lips, the sound sending tingles straight to your core. He’s thick, long and heavy - the first time you ever attempted to suck him off had been a challenge to fit even half of him down your throat, but now, after a lot of practice, it’s like second nature.

“Look at you, baby, doing so well for me.” Bucky concurrently affectionately swipes his thumb over your cheek as you gag on his cock with one hand and continues to stimulate the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs with the other. He’s simultaneously the sweetest, most devoted life partner, and the filthiest, prurient personification of sex on legs you’ve ever laid eyes on.

How did you get so lucky?

You moan around his cock as Bucky finds the perfect tempo, pattern and pressure on your clit which has stars exploding behind your eyelids.

“Fuck darling, your mouth feels like heaven.” Bucky begins rutting his hips into your mouth as if he can’t help but want to feel even more of you.

Ecstasy blooms in the pit of your stomach that only Bucky has ever been able to give rise to - he can make you feel unimaginable pleasure with just the sound of his voice and the pads of his fingers that no one else has ever been able to show you.

You choke on Bucky’s length as your orgasm washes through you like a warm wave, your back arching off the sun lounger and eyes fluttering shut with the ferocity of your climax.

Bucky’s hands coax you through your high, and you attempt to continue to stimulate him while your body seizes. Once the world around you comes back into focus, your senses seemingly heightened, your attention hones in on Bucky’s pleasure.

You swallow as much of his shaft as you can whilst reaching up to cup and fondle his balls in that rolling motion you know absolutely does him in. Tears spill from the corners of your eyes and saliva messily coats Bucky’s length as you gag on his whole dick, challenging yourself to take as much of it as you can.

The guttural groan which comes from his lips only encourages you to work him over quicker, and all it takes is for to look up at him through your lashes, meeting his vulnerable gaze, for you to feel his balls tighten under you touch, his cock to twitch and his warm spend shoot down the back of your throat.

You don’t stop bobbing your head along his shaft until his entire release coats your tongue. When you pull back, you make a show of displaying this to him before swallowing all of it in one gulp.

“My perfectly filthy wife.” Bucky beams even though you look completely dishevelled, before cupping your face in his hands and capturing your lips in a devoted kiss.

You scoot over on the sun lounger to create space for your beefy husband to slide in beside you. His embrace is almost as warm as the bright sunshine coating you both as the sway of the yacht lulls you both to sleep.

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Junk Drawer Item #1

Cleaning out the WIP folder, enjoy! This was part of a collab with microscotch that didn't make it to the cutting floor. Any issues, let me know.

EA EP07 Bikini Tube Top - SFS | MF 15 recolors | all morphs | AF only | casual + swim | 1708 poly

credit: paluding (tattooer)

Alexis Dudley

Brown tube top and jean shorts fit check

defo need eren x black! reader when reader gets jealous nd the aftermath of it…i’m the biggest sucker for jealous fics ..

girl me too !!! and I gotchu speak nun of this 🤫.

my man.

summary: eren is hanging out with you and his friends at the pool till some girl comes up to him flirting, him not knowing so, he basically flirts back after dismissing her. this causes you to get jealous and have a sour mood but eren gone handle that.

warnings: arguing, missionary, oral, degrading, a bit of anal (thumb in thy bottox), mature scenes, black reader, bad bitch y/n, a bit of mean eren, etc.

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at the moment you and the group were in the new pool place that opened up. the water felt so nice and they even had a hot tub. you were sporting your black chanel bikini with hair in a updo showing off your butterfly tattoo. looking over at eren shocked after he splashed some water on you when you were taking pictures. “boy- don’t play with me” eren laughed while trying to run away in the water but failing miserably and falling face first.

you and eren were matching a bit, him being shirtless showing off his countless of tattoos and black swim trunks clinging tightly to his thighs. his hair in the same updo as you. getting up to swim after him then jumping on his back to bring back into the water when he tried to get away.

“okay okay!! you win love let me go!!” eren wiggled from your grasp then kisses your nose after. “let me fix your hair-“ eren’s words were cut off by connie and armin spraying him with water guns.

automatically disregarding you he made a beeline to jump out the pool and run after them. all you did was laugh watching the whole mess. everyone was having a good day, good vibes and all that stuff. but yours was ruined when that girl went up to him rubbing on his arm. getting out the pool to hear the conversation being in a ear shot of them you heard along the lines of “you’re handsome you know that?” she said with him responding “thank you, you’re pretty as well but I got a girlfriend..” smiling at her showing his pearly whites as if he was practically flirting back.

she frowned then it at that. crossing your arms you stood behind me as he turned around and was startled by you being right behind him. “bro! you scared tf outta me mama” chuckling while grabbing at your waist went to lean in for a kiss by which your declined by curving out the way. “what’s wrong? you okay?” putting his hand on your forehead to check if anything was wrong.

moving his hand from your forehead you frowned “do you flirt with all girls who come up to you looking thirsty asf like that?” not beating around the bush you got straight to the point. eren scrunched his face up after what you said “what are you talking about? I literally dismissed her” letting go of your waist eren mimicked your actions by now being the one to cross his arms.

“ ‘thank you you’re pretty as well’ that sound like dismissing to you?” rolling your neck at him you wanted to know what excuse he would come up wit now. “I was simply returning a compliment !” raising his voice to a higher octave he stared at you giving you the same attitude as if what he did was okay.

“oh I seee, you’re jealous aren’t you” eren smiled as he pointed out the obvious. you being who you were, you weren’t going to admit to it. “boy bye.” pushing your hand against his chest to make him move out the way you walked out and went to change to a pair of jean shorts and tube top walking towards the car and hopping in sitting in the back waiting for everyone you finish changing and leave together.

everyone got seated in the car as jean drove y’all to your respective houses. eren sat next to you trying to slip his hands between your thighs but you moved closer to armin practically leaning against him. this caught armin making him nervous so he leans toward your face to see if anything is wrong. “you okay y/n?” for a second you flicked his eyes to look at eren who was already staring at him with the most deadliest glare.

this caused him to sit back up and act like you weren’t all up on him. “I’m fine ‘min thanks for asking” side eyeing eren while doing so to see him leaning back against the chair staring right at you while tonguing the side of his cheek.

the glares and side eyes went on the whole ride till jean dropped you guys off at your house while waving a bye. you started speed walking to the house noticing eren was trying to catch up to you. “y/n stop right there.” eren yelled into the house as you continued to go up the stairs to your shared rooms. ignoring all his yells while rolling your eyes, you took off your clothes and put on a robe while looking for an outfit to put on.

meanwhile eren made it to the room and grabbed your arm “you’re that jealous that you have to be all up on armin for attention huh?” forcing you to look up at him. “I wasn’t all up on him- let me tf go-“ snatching your arm from him you turned to look at your mirror fixing your edges “I was trying to get away from you obviously- matter of fact why are you worrying about what I’m doing? don’t you miss the pretty lady from the pool?” eyeing him from the mirror you see him glaring at you.

not giving you the chance to rebel, eren picked you and slammed you on the bed while then leaned in giving you a rough sloppy kiss with anger. you being angry as well you gave in while harshly gripping his hair. “ma why are you acting like you’re not the only one for me huh?” trailing kisses down your stomach then to you inner thighs eren waited for an answer. ignoring him you spread your legs as you felt him kiss right near your cunt.

“you know you’re my pretty girl right?” looking up at you while staring to kiss your clit giving it a good lick.

“y-yes~” talking low and breathy you slipping your hand into your silk robe tugging onto the perked up nipples. eren fully placed his mouth around your pussy then started flicking his tongue up and down. moaning lightly you moved your hand to grip his hair looking down at him. “you won’t talk to girls anymore?” pouting at him he simply nodded then shoved him tongue into your hole. “ouuu~” rolling your head back from the immense pleasure.

eren was fucking your cunt with his tongue so well that when you felt your high coming you started pushing at his head. grabbing your hand eren moved it away and gripped your thighs harder burying his face in your cunt shaking his face left and right “cum on my face mama~ make a mess” like in command you started cumming to which he gladly lapped up.

licking his lips eren got up while staring down at you, starting to tug at his pants pulling them down eren rubbed at your thighs. “you’re still jealous mama?” rolling your eyes as he started laughing at you. “it’s not funny nigga; you know what, you seemed quite jealous when you saw me and armin I’d say we have chemistry don’t you think?~” this shut eren up as he finally ridded himself from his pants and took no time in sliding in with force.

letting out a yelp you stared at eren as he smirked at you and pushed your legs near your ears. “you think I see armin as a competition? you’re embarrassing yourself mama, just admit you’re jealous” slamming down into you before you could rebuttal making your let out a loud fuck while gripping onto the sheets. “this pussy is too good for you to be acting all jealous.” grunting while hitting deeper and slow eren made you stare at him the whole time.

“s-shut up ‘renn~” moaning quietly and biting your lip from how slow he was going but was still hitting the right spots. “tell me mama, you think armin can fuck you like this, hm?” suddenly he started speeding up and tugging onto your nipples. you started squirming from how the pace changed and the stimulation being put on you.

“n-noo~ only you can~” curling your toes and rolling your eyes back in your head when eren hit that one spot. “right there~!! ‘rennn right theree~” smiling eren took that ass a chance to tease you and purposely moved away from the spot and gave antagonizing thrusts. “righhtt here?” this went on for a whole two minutes till you snapped and wrapped your arms and legs around him then pushed your feet to force him to hit the right spot repeatedly.

“there’s my girlll~” moaning into your ear eren gave you what you wanted and started pounding down into that spot with no remorse.

“oh shittt~ erenn it’s so good~” mid way eren flipped you onto your stomach and gave you mean back shots !! eren licked him thumb when he saw you trying to move away with his thrusts then shoved his thumb in your ass and tugged you back to him “where you goin mama?~” screaming out you put your hand on his stomach as he continued to fuck you out regardless.

“erennnn~ enoughh~ too much~” eren pouted at you mimicking your face but let up and cummed on your ass.

turning you over on your side with him laying down behind you, you and eren shared a kiss ass he started rubbing on your clit. crying out yet again you went to tug in his wrist but he kept going. “give me one more baby then I’ll leave you alone okay? my pretty baby I’m sorry I made you jealous” pinching and rolling your clit and sometimes shoving his fingers in your clenching hole begging to be filled. finally you cummed again and eren licked his fingers slowly while looking at you.

“you still jealous mama~?”

take it easy baby, make it last all night - iwaizumi hajime/f!reader (1.5k) tags: cali!iwa, college!iwa, tit worship, dry humping, mentioned cumming in pants, no actual sex (sorry fellas), bi iwa is canon and if you disagree you're a coward xo!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - 18+

iwaizumi's biggest culture shock when he moves from japan to california for school isn't the different language, the heat, or even the party culture at UCI. 

it's the SKIN.

hajime has never stopped to consider the conservative conventions of his home country at any great length, since it's all he's ever known. but suddenly he's in sunny SoCal, and everywhere he looks he's met with glimpses of exposed skin—of parts of strangers' bodies he never thought he'd see. 

it flusters him at first; never quite sure where to look when he's speaking to a girl in a low-cut crop top, or a guy he meets out on a jog who'd forgone a shirt. but he acclimatizes to it eventually. comes to appreciate it in many ways, too.

take the humble tube top, for instance.

sure he likes bikinis, and mini skirts, and those skimpy skin-tight dresses girls wear on nights out. he likes those tiny running shorts that ride up on the track teams thighs when they go out for runs on campus near the athletics building, muscle tees cut low under the arms that the guys at the gym wear, or those grey-sweatpants whose infamy hajime has come to understand.

but there's something about tube tops that he just adores.

or, at least, something about you wearing one.

he's been watching you quietly for most of the night, flitting around the party like you normally do, nursing your drink in small sips to make it last. your tube top clings snugly to your chest, and fuck he's pretty sure you're not even wearing a bra underneath it. he watches the way your body moves, the way the top moves with it. the way your tits lift and settle again, pretty and soft, each time you subtly adjust the top with a little tug. 

you gravitate towards him in intervals throughout the night, like a moth to a flame.

that's another thing hajime's come to like about america: no one bats an eye at PDA.

you sit comfortably in his lap on the sofa at the house party, playing with his fingers where his hand rests on your thigh. your body is warm. his body is warm. the party's crowded, the little house off campus jammed with students and driving the temperature up, but still he keeps you exactly where you are with his arm looped around your waist.

"hey," you say, peeking back at him over your shoulder after a while of idly tracing your fingertips along his knuckles. "you having fun?"

he is, but probably not for the reasons you think. he couldn't care less about the merriment around him: the happiest he's been all night are the moments where you've drifted back within arm's reach. he nods anyway.

you pout a little, and it surprises him.

"you wanna get outta here?" he asks curiously, picking up on your unvoiced disappointment. your eyes watch his lips as they shape the question, and then flicker back up to his.

"yeah."

the first year hajime spent in california, he lived in a tiny UCI dorm. the second, he moved into a small apartment off campus with some friends he'd met at school. the apartment isn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. it's austere; spartanly decorated; and with four college-age boys living in it, it isn't always the tidiest place. but one thing he appreciates about his living arrangement is that on a friday night, the place is usually empty.

not to mention it has a double bed.

hajime has you sprawled across it almost as soon as the two of you stumble through his bedroom door. you laugh a little at his eagerness as you tip back onto the mattress, bouncing lightly atop the padded springs, and then he's crawling in overtop of you, pressing his mouth against yours.

he's greedy as he kisses you, like he's making up for all the times he thought about it while he watched you that night from afar. his hands are just as intrepid, drifting along your body in careful but keen grazes and gropes. everything about you is so soft—it makes his head spin how delicate every part of you he touches feels. the soft swells of your curves, the silkiness of your skin, the little sounds he pulls from you when the presses against the places you like most.

he leans back on his knees, poised between your parted thighs as you lay flat on your back underneath him, and finally—after hours of praising its very existence—hajime tugs down the neckline of your tube top.

your chest spills out as the thin material is drawn away by a single finger looped under the edge as leverage. as your skin, all of your skin, is bared to him, hajime finds himself once again so so pleased with his decision to study abroad. 

god bless america has never rung so true.

"fuck, you're so pretty," hajime groans, cupping a hand around each of your tits and pressing them together. you laugh but it's a breathy sound, more air than anything. his thumbs skim gently against the edges of your nipples, working them into stiff little peaks. after a moment, he dips down and catches one in his mouth, closing his lips around it so his tongue can take up the task.

he continues like this for a while, alternating between each breast, switching from his hands to his mouth as he lavishes your skin with attention and sates the thirst that had built throughout the evening. when he opts to use his hands, his mouth quickly finds its way to somewhere else, keeping itself occupied—your collarbones, your throat, your jaw, your lips. he kisses every inch of you that he can reach, but pays special attention to any little freckle or mark he finds along his way, dragging the tip of his tongue against them like he's savouring the taste of them most.

the two of you have been grinding lazily against each other while he devours you. iwa’s straddling one of your trembling thighs, his knee pressed firmly against the seam of your tiny denim shorts, and his painfully hard cock is pinned against your hip as he holds himself up over you. your tube top is still rucked down around your ribs, and iwa’s own t-shirt had been hastily tugged off over his head at some point during the excitement.

"hajime," you pant, tugging against the short hair at his nape as he suckles a bruise into the top of your left breast. he draws back only enough to meet your eyes, though his are unfocused and heavy-lidded, and his warm breath catches on the wet mark of spit left where his lips had just been attached. you look similarly wrecked: lips swollen and kiss-bruised, your stare glassy, your skin dewy with the flush of perspiration. your lips are still parted after having uttered his name so desperately.

that’s another thing iwa likes about it here. he likes being called by his name.

especially like this.

hajime rocks his hips against your own again, pressing his knee against you a little harder, groaning and he dips down and nips at your skin once more.

“i think i’m gonna cum,” he admits through gritted teeth, half-embarrassed and half-recklessly chasing the high he feels cresting in the pit of his stomach. he’s barely even touched you yet—at least not in any way that counts—but seeing you like this in his bed, tasting you in the way he has been, feeling your body react underneath his own, it’s all just a bit too much.

you could chide him for his clumsy eagerness and he wouldn’t even blame you for it, he feels like a pent-up teenager when he gets like this. but you don’t tease him, or reprimand him. instead, you take his cheeks in your hands and guide his lips back up to yours, letting his tongue slide—hot and wet and indecently noisy—against your own.

“cum then,” you whisper into his mouth, canting your hips up to meet the next roll of his. “wanna feel it, haji.”

and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

iwaizumi moans brokenly, his hips picking up a steadier rhythm as he ruts against you. he’s being greedy, he knows that, but how could he deny you your request when you posed it so sweetly?

but he’ll make you feel good afterwards, just like he always does. unclasping the button at the waist of those tiny shorts, peeling them down with the same reverence he’d paid to your top and turning his rapt attention to what he bares there in just the same way too.

it’s friday night in sunny southern california, after all. and hajime intends to make the most of every minute.

emily x reader maybe on vacation????? idk something summery

Emily Engstler X Fem!Reader on vacation 

                    ⛅️🌊🐚🐝🍍

the whole trip there’s never not a moment where she’s asking to rub sunscreen on you 😭

classic masc wearing a swim top/sports bra and swim trunks combo 

she tans so nice, giving sun kissed 😩

wants to take advantage of all the dumb adrenaline junkie tourist spots, parasailing, jet skiing, tubing, cliff diving etc etc 

y’all are on vacay so she’s ready to let loose, you already know she’s fucking UP all the beachy drinks, strawberry daiquiri’s, long island iced tea, margaritas, tequila sunrise ALL OF IT

hot tub alone together>>>>

drooling over all your bikinis and sundresses 

waking up at sunrise to go to the beach and watch it together

+ staying out to watch the sunset

she documents every second of the trip through her instagram 

she takes so many pictures of you that look like this

and they quickly become her favorite pictures of you

she leaves her hair down for most of the trip and it’s so wavy and pretty 😩

spared no expense for the trip, the hotel is stunning, she rents out a NOICEE ass car for y’all, you guys have 1st class on the way there and back

phone is full of pics of you sleeping, on the plane, on the beach, at your hotel

such a domestic trip 😓🫶🏾🫶🏾

moreeeeee dom mikasa x thick blk fem reader 🤭

ask and you shall receive! 🥰 this is going to be a full fic in the future (I mean it this time!)

cw: sexual tension, black fem, pansexual reader, flirting, French kissing, fondling/groping, mentions of alcohol, toxic mikasa cause she’s my fave, pussy eating, toy use, these two are just so nasty like 🥴🥴

so I really love this idea of Mikasa being a bad bitch..like tongue ring, nails long, got the tight skirts on, tattoos down her arm and titties and ass out. A girls girl who loves to have fun and get a little flirtatious (freaky). Imagine her being your long time nail tech..one of, if not, the most talented artist in the city. Shes always on Instagram, posing in her y2k, gothic-esque fits, in her bikinis or with tube tops, displaying her incredible acrylic arts over her breasts. (giving very much ice spice) Even dyeing her signature pixie cut a couple of times just to switch it up. She was so fine and constantly getting the attention of everyone. You tend to frequent her salon pretty often..interchanging those extravagant sets out bi-weekly. Not just because you loved her work but because she too was quite the sight to look at. “Alright, mama. What are we doing for you today?”

asking so sweetly with a lollipop protruding from her mouth, knowing that you were her most adventurous and daring client; giving her the opportunity to challenge herself and stay honed up on her skills. The French tip and almond bitches preferably had no place in her chair. You worked at the club down the road as a bottle girl..so you had to be laced at all times. Nothing but forty inches or more of Brazilian bundles touched your head, the tightest fitting, tiniest clothes on that beautiful body..that ass swaying with each step and of course, the nails were perfect. Matching the pretty pink toes she done for you last week, (y/n) extended your arm out and showed her a reference photo of what you wanted. Merely giving you a smirk, Mikasa began picking up her tools and got to work. The entire time, she notices you glaring at her and can’t help but laugh. “You okay, sweetheart?” But little does she know that you’re just nervous being around her. Even for someone who was finer than a fucking parking ticket yourself and worked around the baddest bitches all day long…she was still raw. Still one of the most gorgeous women you had ever laid eyes on. For a moment, your eyes couldn’t help but to hone in on those new nipple piercings shone through her white Mui Mui crop top. Eventually, the two of you would talk about work, dating and because you two were the only ones around…a little sex talk got thrown into the mix. You’d tell her about your latest conquest..how disappointed you were in the dick and she’d just laugh it off, thinking to herself how sad it was that you even subjected yourself to such mediocrity. She on the other hand? Would never. Miss Ackerman has quite the reputation as a heartbreaker and homewrecker…but not in the sense that anyone would think. It was nothing for her to snatch a bitch straight off the arm of some dumbass man who wasn’t treating her right in the first place and fuck her until she came to her senses, leaving that loser where he stood. Only for her to leave the poor girl devastated because she wanted to be single. She was equally notorious for her antics as she was for doing nails and you loved that about her. But it was when you told her who the man was that she burst into laughter. “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t even like him. No way you let him fuck..” “I know, I was just bored and he was kind of fine. Total dud though..his ass could barely even find the clit. I should’ve kicked him out right then..” However, she felt like she had a solution to your problem. Eyeballing you as she patted on the acrylic, Mikasa flicked her tongue ring through her lips and smirked at you. “..you wouldn’t have that problem with me..” you pretended not to hear her at first because this bitch played too much but you’d ask her to repeat herself. “You heard me..let’s not act like it wouldn’t be fun.” She most certainly made a point. You’d heard stories of how she’d turned even the straightest bitches out. A real fantasy and she was equally infatuated with you..so the entire time she’s doing your set, the topic of sex only intensifies tenfold. Talking about what you like, favorite toys and the freakiest things but you assured her she wouldn’t know what to do with you..so she makes you a little proposition: “..after you get off, come by my place.” And you had never been so apt to agree!

your shift at the strip club couldn’t end any sooner because the second you touched down at her high rise condo, it was on. All the shit you were talking about being able to eat pussy better than her, saying she wouldn’t be able to handle you…you were about to eat every last one of those words! She knew you were full of shit but it was going to be so much fun to break you and show you who was really boss. This tiny woman, only five foot four in stature, tossing you around like a grown ass man! Bringing you to your knees the second she got you through the door. Flicking her tongue on your clit through the Fenty panties, fingering you slowly while forcing you to keep your eyes on her; a vice grip on your throat and even fucking you with a dildo, just because she wanted to see you cream for her. You didn’t move without so much as her say so..begging her for more with that fucked out expression on your pretty face. “What’s wrong, baby? I thought you said I couldn’t handle it…” laughing as she watches you slowly descend into a dumbed mind. Taunting as she teases that rose vibrator against you as you lie against her bare breasts. She’s constantly reminding you of your own words; and that she was only proving a point. You had lost track of how many times you came before she even slid that strap inside of you, folding you up like a pretzel so she can press a thumb to that aching bud and watch you squirt as she pounds your little pussy. You weren’t the first stubborn little bitch she’s had to break but you were damn sure the best and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d get you in her bed. “You’re my slut now, yeah? You’ll only come this good for me, right?” Not with the way you moaned and whimpered for her..tears streaking down your face and the mess you’d made all over her. Even telling you to get on top and ride her until your legs got tired. Only catching her in a moment of weakness when you bent down to flick your tongue across her sensitive, barred nipples. The two of you fucked like rabbits for hours on end..going at it until the early morning; only breaking for a few shots of alcohol that further fueled the freak fest. But once it was done and you lied there wrapped in her sheets, asking why she put it on you like that, she’d turn to you and snake her tongue into your mouth, tasting her sweet flavor. “You’re my favorite client, I always gotta take care of you.”