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#when you were made // the growlers

oasismental · 6 months

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La guerra de los Rose.

The growlers - When you were made

#the growlers #when you were made #la guerra de los rose

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empresskylo · 1 year

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call of duty ೃ⁀➷ NSFW headcanons

↳ includes: ghost, price, soap, and alejandro.

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, rough sex

cod masterlist | main masterlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost

♡ ghost has a size kink for sure. loves being bigger/taller than you. loves towering over you. loves covering your whole body when he fucks you.

♡ he’s a growler (-: i mean, his voice is just really deep and that in combo with his accent causes him to make growling-esque noises in bed.

♡ but he was really quite quiet when you first fucked. he was used to having to be silent when he jerked off because teammates were always around somewhere. and so he didn’t even realize how quiet he was being until you said something. he was even a bit shy at first but once you showed him how much his sounds got you off, he was glad to oblige and let loose.

♡ he doesn’t like to “choke” you, but he likes to rest his hand around your neck in a firm hold allowing him to hold you steady so he can fuck you deeper.

♡ he’s rather simple. he likes a few basic positions. it gets the job done. he doesn't see the need for any wild or crazy positions when fucking you missionary, doggy style, or against a wall gets both of you off. he will do new stuff with you if you ask tho.

♡ really likes to praise you. he’s got a praise kink but only for being the praiser lol. he loves to tell you how good you feel, how pretty you look, how well you’re taking him. especially when you react to his words, fuck, he loves knowing he can do that to you.

♡ however, when you praise HIM, he gets all flustered and legit fucking blushes! my guy isn’t used to soft compliments, only ones about his combat skills. so when you say sweet things to him like how good he feels, how hot he looks, how turned on he makes you, how perfect he feels inside you, how badly you want him… he blushes. every. time.

♡ professional pussy eater. he very much enjoys going down on you, usually touching himself simultaneously. he’ll yank you to the end of the bed and wrap his arms around your thighs to hold you down. he likes when you ride his face too. he’s been known to get you off like that and make the two of you late. he moans a lot too when you ride his face. loves when you use him to get off and he can't help but moan at that.

♡ he has fucked you with the handle of his knife before and then made you lick it clean.

♡ gets a perverted sense of gratification when he sees you limping after fucking you senseless.

♡ has a breeding kink. he accidentally let it slip one day when he was fucking you, just about to come, when he moaned out in strained breaths “i need. to fucking. breed you.” (my brain: *414 error*) it doesn’t necessarily mean he wants kids, but he just loves the idea of getting you pregnant/coming inside you/breeding you.

♡ definitely a dom. but can be a sub when need be. he wasn’t sure about being submissive at first, but he’s learned to love it. he likes when you boss him around and tell him what you want. even likes it when you edge him and don’t let him finish, dragging it out painfully. but that’s only occasionally, he usually likes to be the one in control.

♡ comes the hardest when you tell him you love him as you're orgasming. he's a romantic at heart.

Price

♡ daddy kink.. i mean… com’on! he gets flustered as fuck when you call him that in public. usually, you’ll say it quietly or whisper it to him. it’s a rare sight to see Price so flustered. and he definitely punishes you when you get home. (that’s if you even make it home. as long as no one can see, he’ll fuck you anywhere)

♡ wants a video of you for when he’s away. you were shy at first so he just recorded your lower half while he was fucking you, the only thing visible was where your bodies were connecting. but he could hear all your moans in the video and that was plenty for him. he’s watched the video countless times.

♡ keeps a naughty polaroid of you in his wallet

♡ reallyyy likes to go down on you. he would spend the rest of his life between your thighs if he could.

♡ loves to tease you and make you beg. he’ll have you on your knees, begging him to fuck you. and of course that gives the cheeky bastard an aura of arrogance, but it’s hot on him so its ok.

♡ he specifically likes to tease you while you’re training together. watching the way you get flustered and try to ignore his innuendos and subtle hand movements on the more intimate parts of your body. then, when he has you alone, he’ll make it seem like you were the one causing all the distractions. he’ll stay fully clothed and strip you down, fingering you while you stifle your moans. “this why you were distracted today, love? thinkin’ bout my fingers inside of you?” (when, in fact, you were trying to train and he was the one being all cheeky)

♡ over the clothes... he is fond of letting you ride his thigh, both of you fully clothed (that, or you're in underwear and he's fully clothed). sometimes he'll fuck you with everything on, dry humping you so aggressively that you come harder than you ever have. my guy is good at what he does.

♡ quite intense and intimidating when having sex. he's demanding in a way that makes you nervous and embarrassed. always making you say things that make your face heat. "is this want you want, pretty girl? gonna have to say it. unless you want me to stop?" "tell me what you want, love. use your words." "you want me? where? gotta spell it out for me."

Soap

♡ doesn’t love the fact that you might get off to porn when he's not around, so he sends you audios of him jerking off, whining and moaning loudly for you. he gets so turned on when you tell him you got off to his video.

♡ likes to switch between being dominant and submissive. he’ll fuck you hard and fast, make you beg, tell you what to do, and edge you until you’re a crying mess. but he also likes it when you take control, riding him and stopping just as he’s about to finish, making him whine and whimper as you suck his dick, not letting him touch you as you tease him mercilessly, likes when you wrap your hand around his neck as you ride him.

♡ likes when you scratch him up. he wears all the marks you give him proudly and secretly likes being teased by the guys about it. he'll even tell you to be rougher on him. "bite down, love, I can take it."

♡ loves blowjobs. and loves finishing on your face with your tongue out. he finds it so hot when you lick your lips, his cum dripping down your chin.

♡ likes to be slow and gentle with you, dragging it out. he wants to take his time with you. and he'll do whatever you say or want. he's constantly making sure you're doing good or you like what he's doing. Sometimes you end up getting a bit frustrated, "yes, johnny, that feels fucking fantastic, now shut up and fuck me!" "yes, ma'am!"

♡ aftercare involves cleaning you up. taking a shower together. lame jokes. braiding your hair. giving you his sweatshirt to wear. and spooning you.

♡ almost came in his pants the first time he saw you in sexy lingerie that you bought just for his viewing pleasure.

♡ has a slight oral fixation and likes to keep his mouth busy the entire time. he's always kissing or nipping somewhere on you. he loves kissing your neck, jaw, chest, just anywhere really. he often groans into the kisses, making you swallow them.

Alejandro

♡ "if you're a good girl and don't come until i tell you, i'll make you come over and over again"

♡ for some reason, he likes to leave hickeys on your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly as he kisses you everywhere below your hips except where you need him most.

♡ he lives for teasing. he wants you a withering mess before he even considers giving you what you need. will have you crying because of how bad you want him. those are his favorite tears from you.

♡ he will overstimulate the fuck outta you too. you come at least 3 times every time you fuck. and he'll threaten to keep going, your core throbbing in painful overstimulation, unless you do exactly as he says.

♡ leaves bruises and scratch marks all over you. but he also expects the same in return. both of you look like you got into a gnarly brawl every time you fuck. "jesus christ, were you two fucking in there or wrestling a wild bear?"

♡ he is amazing at aftercare, a big switch up from the dominant, rough sex. he'll clean you up while muttering little praises. he'll carry you to the bathroom, sometimes taking a warm bath with you and washing your hair. he'll get you situated into clean comfy clothes and curl you up into him in bed. whatever you need, he'll do.

♡ likes the thrill of getting caught. he doesn't actually want to get caught, but it's the rush of it all. he's down to fuck anywhere. he's sneaky too and can be really subtle about touching you under the table, or in a dark corner of the bar, or on the roof while you're on watch duty. but he definitely prefers when you can both let loose and be loud.

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wxnheart · 1 year

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𝐅*𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: Because today was a wonderful day to wake the fuck up and tease the ever-living shit out of your babygurl(s). Make love sex not war, babes. ❤️

Captain John Price - So, uh... that was unexpected. Not really. Not when you spent the better part of the day absolutely testing his bloody patience, so it should come as no surprise that he called (more like summoned) you in for a... personal meeting. Officially, it's about your recent code of conduct. Unofficially, however... let's just say that it involved some intense orgasm denial (that you're still pissed about), the sad parting of ways with your favorite pair of underwear, and some nice hickeys on your inner thighs. You feign ignorance when others comment on Price's shiny beard and mussy hair.

Gaz - Oh sweet baby. You thought Gaz wasn't one to really lose his cool but he proved you wrong. Man's nostrils were flared and if you didn't know him, you'd swear he'd kill you with his glare. He had you cornered, arms on either side of your head, and leaned in and gave you the most passionate kiss of your life. Oh fuck. It would've gone on further if not for the poor bastard who happened to stumble in (and out when you two silently stared him down). Oh well. Gaz promises to finish what he started later that night. He does that and some.

Soap and Ghost - Sure you're good after this? Turns out Ghost and Soap have little patience for teases, especially ones that like to keep their dicks harder than fucking diamonds. You might have gone a bit too far because the next thing you know, Ghost has slung you over his shoulders and Soap is not far behind, a smirk on his face. Oh... oh. They proceed to put your mouth, your hands, your everything to good use, and Ghost, guttural growler and all, talks shit the entire time. Fucker. But oh god did it turn you on.

König - He's so adorable. He was so concerned about giving in and possibly scaring you but you had to assure him that you most definitely wanted him to give him. And he does. And you're wondering how a man so controlled and hesitant and... and—goddamn, don't stop, König, don't you DARE fucking stop—!

Alejandro - Gotta finish what you started. You never thought the man's mask would crack but it fucking did. All you remember is him muttering curses in Spanish and next thing you know, you're bent over and he's giving you those long, deep strokes. You're so fucked out, you don't even know what time it is and you can't stop trembling. But you sure as fuck are ignoring the smirk he throws your way.

Rudy - Rudy is... oblivious. Oblivious to the fact that he has that good good, that demonic dick. But the bastard is good. You tried him and he got your ass ALL THE WAY back. Had you in fucking tears begging him to fuck you. But he wouldn't. Had you right where he wanted you... with only the tip. Just the tip. Just. The. Fucking. Tip. Fuck you, Rudy.

Valeria - Oh, you fucked around and found out alright. You thought you wrote a check your ass couldn't cash. But your mouth certainly made up for it. And she made it her fucking throne. God, you loved it when she fucked your mouth.

Horangi - The bastard didn't fuck you, no matter how much you begged him to. What he did do, however, was run those large hands over your body, alternating between whispering sweet nothings in your ear and telling you every. damn. thing he was gonna do to you. He so loved a good game, and if you wanted to play the tease, he could play it too. And in this case, he'd play it better.

Phillip Graves - Have you ever been fucked while at the same time being soothingly degraded and told what a thirsty and needy whore you were? And your partner didn't raise their voice not even once? Because that's what Phillip did. Yep. And he'd do it again, too, if you keep fucking around with him. Yes, Phillip. Yes...

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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flightless bird | bradley bradshaw x reader

masterlist | ko-fi

hehe, happy valentine's day! surprise! it's a bradley-tastic holiday with lots of smut. this is part two to my fic songbird.

summary; after spending a week in a snowy cabin, rooster finds himself deployed over the holidays and well in to the new year. with the help of nat, maybe he can still make your valentines memorable?

warnings; 18+ explicit smut, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, songbird universe, yearning, frantic, pussyjob, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, shower stuff, fingering, l-bombs, food mention, dd/lg(?), sleepy sex, pussy spanking, choking, hair pulling, cunnilingus, blowjob.

word count; 8.3K

tagging people who might like; @mak-32 @roosterforme @roleycoleyreccenter @theharddeck @lt-bradshaw @rhettabbotts @hangmanbrainrot @laracrofted @mothdruid @notroosterbradshaw

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The week spent in the snowy cabin with you before the holidays had been just what Bradley had needed. A week where he could curl up in front of the fire with you, stay in bed during cold mornings watching snow whirl outside the windows - nights spent hearing his name sighed from your lips as he loved your body.

It felt extra special seeing as Bradley had been called out on his first out of the country mission the day after Christmas. For once, he had requested to not get put on lengthier operations, and had asked to spend the holidays state-side. However, as it was, not all requests could be accommodated - and he knew that after the dagger squad was formed, many of their new found skills in the air were coveted.

Which meant that his contact with you had been minimal. He managed to snag a video call for New Years, his eyes raking over your dolled up form as you blew him kisses, a tear rolling down your eyes as you smiled and said you missed and loved him. But other than that his superiors were quite strict about contacting home.

It was now the beginning of February, and Bradley was starting to lose it just a little. He would spend hours in the gym, enjoying the distractions they could provide him, letting out the steam that his mind plagued him with. It felt like every time he closed his eyes, the image of your blissed out form on top of his abs softly mewling his name played again and again. His gruff groan resounded in the small gym as he lifted the weights with more force than before, needing to shake the image from his head before he lost it.

It felt weird, spending so much time in such a cramped space again. The body and mind quickly got accustomed to space and the luxuries of being on land - and his claustrophobic little bunk didn’t exactly give him peace of mind to… take care of his problems. Especially not when his bunk mate, Growler, most likely had freaking sleep apnea or something. Damn the man snored loud. So now, after six weeks of grueling night flights, paired with snoring bunkmates and the tantalizing thought of your voice, your face, your embrace and body - Bradley felt like he was on the brink of insanity. He needed to come home to you. He needed you.

Sighing heavily, he trudged through the narrow corridors of the ship he was on, making his way to the small space reserved for showering. He’d spent the whole night in the cockpit, navigating as the stars twinkled happily back at him. Some constellations reminded him of you, in the way they would form a particular shape that would remind him of one of the scars or spots he’d loved during your time in the cabin.

Bradley knew you’d strangle him with your bare hands if he ever confessed that he thought of you when he was supposed to be focusing on navigating his jet. The thought made a small smile quirk on the corner of his lips. He could almost hear your scolding voice, reprimanding him and saying something along the lines of ‘keep your eyes on the road, Bradshaw! or… well, the clouds or whatever it is you watch!’

Even imagining your voice sent a stitch of longing through his chest. Seeing as this was not a ‘long stint’ as one admiral had expressed (Bradley had grumbled below his breath at that), he hadn’t heard your voice since New Years, and that was the longest Bradley had gone without hearing your sweet voice saying his name since he met you. It felt like torture, and he had been working since mid January to make it possible for him to deliver a surprise to you.

Bradley was relieved that during the time that you’d been in a relationship, you and Phoenix had found a friend in one another - often spending nights gossiping and painting your nails or whatever girls did together when Nat was home. It made it easier for her to help him arrange this surprise for you.

Stepping under the spray of lukewarm water, Bradley groaned softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut as water ran across his face. He couldn’t wait to stand under the warm water at home with you. Sighing heavily, he finished up his shower quickly heading off to get some sleep. Soon, he would be putting his plan into action.

Natasha had been absolutely relentless all week. You had suggested that maybe the two of you could spend Valentine’s together, but she just shook her head, revealing that she had a date with a pretty girl she had met at a cute little coffee shop in downtown San Diego earlier this year. She had, however, spent the day before the fourteenth going to different lingerie shops with you - hinting at sets you could buy for when Rooster made it home. The notion just made you feel a sad, longing ache for your boyfriend. Shaking your head, you told her that maybe you’d get a set when the time for his homecoming was a bit closer.

“C’mon, doll” Nat had taken to calling you many of the terms of endearment Bradley did when he wasn’t around, knowing you missed hearing them when he wasn’t home. “Maybe Roos will be able to sneak in a little video call during the day? I would hope his superiors aren’t completely heartless?” Natashas raised brow and tilted head had you furrowing your brows slightly. She was right. What if Bradley managed to get a video call slot? The thought immediately brought a smile to your face, and giddy excitement filled your every pore.

“Nat! Wouldn’t that be amazing?” you didn’t want to get your hopes up, but if he did manage it, you sure as hell wanted to treat him with a mighty fine visual. You had honestly had such a hard time ever since Roos had left - your fingers and toys just couldn’t compare to him, and more often than not your tries would only end in frustrated tears and unsatisfied feelings.

Phoenix smirked softly at you as you dragged her along now, looking at different bras and sets of various intricacies. Licking your lips you looked at a fairly simple set - Bradley was a simple man, and you knew that more than anything, he just wanted to see your body. You weren’t too comfortable wearing too many garters or complicated get-ups with ribbons twisted all around your body. In the end, you chose a simple red bra and panty set that looked good against your skin, cute little red hearts dotting it.

The rest of the day was spent plotting with Nat, giggling and speculating as to what would happen on her date tomorrow, and if Bradley would be able to call you. Going home and going to bed that night, you felt warm and happy for the first time in a while, the set sitting ready for you to wear tomorrow - not knowing what time Bradley might be able to get a call in, you figured you’d just wear it for the duration of the day.

As darkness fell, you sat by the kitchen table, a small pout on your lips. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, but Nat had been so convincing in her ideas about Bradley calling you. Stomach growling, you just sighed softly - you didn’t really feel like cooking today, perhaps you’d just have a sandwich and go to bed. Just as that thought entered your head, your doorbell went off. Furrowing your brows, you went to open the door. A man stood outside the door, a large bag of food in his hands.

“Delivery for you, ma’am,” he spoke, and you shook your head. “I think you have the wrong house, I haven’t ordered anything.” the man only smiled.

“Nope, got clear instructions from a Natasha Trace that this was the right house, and she said you might be a little confused,” that made you laugh softly, accepting the bags from yours and Bradley’s favorite restaurant. As the door closed again, you couldn’t help the tears that accumulated in your eyes - Nat was truly the best friend a girl could ask for. She knew you so well.

Unpacking the bag, your eyes widened at the sheer amount of food. Both yours and Bradley’s favorite dishes, along with a bottle of wine, and chocolate covered strawberries. Furrowing your brow, you reached for your phone, about to text ‘Nix and ask her why on earth she had ordered for a whole army, when you heard keys being inserted to the door that you’d just locked.

“Natasha? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date? If this is you coming over to confess your undying love for me, I’m sorry but–” your tone had been teasing, a smirk playing on your lips as you made your way towards your front door to greet her - seeing as she was the only one with the spare key to yours and Bradley’s home.

“Happy Valentine's Day, doll,” you stopped dead in your tracks, a gasp tumbling from your lips as your eyes widened in shock.

“Bradley?” your voice quivered, along with your lower lip as you took in the form of your boyfriend, standing in your hallway, his khaki uniform stretching deliciously over his upper body. It was not that tight when he left, and the thought of your boyfriend’s body getting even more toned had your insides buzzing with need.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled softly, it looked as if his whole body had relaxed as he heard his name rolling off of your lips. His arms had spread wide, inviting you into his embrace. You didn’t need any more convincing, and you surged forward jumping into his arms, soft happy noises leaving you without you being actively conscious you were making them - Bradley’s name falling from your lips over and over again as you kissed at his face. A low, rumbling groan resonated deep within Bradleys chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as he squeezed you tighter.

“God, baby… I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burrowing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“How are you here right now, Roos?” your legs were wrapped around his waist now, and Bradley’s hands had settled underneath your thighs to hold you in his embrace. Your hands had found his face, cradling it as your eyes roamed happily over his beautiful face, taking in all of his features greedily.

“I pulled some strings, contacted some people,” Bradley joked, smirking softly up at your elated face.

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw…” you spoke jokingly, almost reprimanding in your tone, and to your surprise Bradley groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t say that to me right now, doll,” he growled, surging forward to attach his lips to your neck. A breathy moan rolled past your lips as your fingers moved to tug at the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Bradley,” you spoke breathlessly as his lips left kisses and licks to your exposed throat “food, Nat—” Bradley broke away from your neck, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much “I know baby, I had her help me make sure you were home,” blinking a couple of times in disbelief, laughter bubbling in your throat, and the way Bradley smiled at you like you hung the moon had your body heating up slightly.

“Rooster,” it seemed as if you couldn’t get enough of saying his name, almost wanting to make sure he was real - his name carried such emotion as you uttered it, tears gathering in your lashes, threatening to fall as you took in the adoration in Bradley’s amber eyes.

Slowly, he released the hold he had on your thighs, gently letting your body slide down his own until your feet were planted on the floor again. His large hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb slowly soothing the tear stained skin.

“I missed you,” you whimpered, and Bradley nodded, furrowing his brows as he leaned down, his other hand swiftly moving to your neck before his lips connected with yours in a searing kiss. Bradley inhaled sharply, a soft moan slipping out as he moved his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly licking at your lips - loving the way you yielded to him, his tongue stroking languidly against yours.

Your hands, that were planted on his chest, fisted the material of his uniform in your fingers - tugging slightly as Bradley pulled whimpers and moans from you as his tongue caressed yours, as he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, as his teeth gently nipped and tugged at it.

“Fuck” he swore, voice raspy as one of his hands moved to grip tightly at your hip, the other reaching into your hair. A breathless gasp left you, knowing what was to come. Rooster pulled away from you slightly, smirking at your obvious reaction before his fingers slowly closed around your strands, enjoying the way your breathing instantly picked up in anticipation.

“My pretty baby,” Rooster cooed as he finally tugged softly at your strands, and the desperate cry that spilled from your parted lips made a drawn out groan rumble deep within his chest. “Bradley,” you whimpered, eyes filled with desperation as you looked up at him - you needed him, needed to feel his skin against yours, needed him to hold you, to make you feel safe.

“I know, baby,” he murmured softly, tilting your head back to let his lips attach themselves to the sensitive skin of your throat. “I know,” he mumbled again as you gasped at the sensation. “I haven’t been–” you struggled to get the words out, your whole body felt like it was on fire at your boyfriend's touch “You–” licking your lips, you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Bradley murmured, letting his thumb stroke along your jawline, up to your cheek and then settling on your chin, his large hand holding it gently, tilting your face up to gaze into your starry eyes. “What’re you trying to tell me, sweet baby?” his voice was like honey, dripping over your senses and making your mind hazy.

“I– they– my,” you whimpered, frustration filling you and tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to find the words to express how much you needed him “Aw, baby” Bradley cooed as his large form towered yours “Are you trying to tell me your small fingers haven’t been enough, hm?” your eyes widened at his words, nodding eagerly, a soft whine leaving your throat as you pawed at his chest, needing to get this stupid uniform off of him.

A soft chuckle made his chest move slightly, making you feel all the more how much more defined his pecs were. Your fingers moved to work at his buttons, and he smiled fondly down at you as you fumbled a little in your eagerness - finally managing to get it undone enough to tear it over his head, exposing his broad shoulders and large, muscular arms to you. Before you had a chance to let your hands roam over his warm skin, Bradley had once again scooped you up into his arms, walking towards your shared bedroom.

“As much as I would love to ravish you where we’re standing, I plan on taking my sweet time with you baby - I’ve missed you too much,” he grunted, kicking the door open more before entering with you cradled in his arms. That promise made a small smile appear on your lips, and you hummed in pleasure at the thought of being able to feel your boyfriend's warm body again.

The soft light from the bedside lamp had Bradley’s skin looking all the more warm and tan, the shadows accentuating the dips of his collarbones and his defined muscles. He had placed you gently in the middle of the bed, making quick work of his pants and undershirt, leaving him in his black boxers. Seeing his almost naked body had your breath hitching in your throat, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes roamed over his defined abs.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” Bradley smirked, once again gently grabbing hold of your chin, his thumb resting against your lower lip. You nodded, eyes locked with his as the motion made his thumb drag your bottom lip down slightly.

He slowly swiped it back and forth across your plump skin, and you opened your mouth eagerly, brows coming together slightly as his hungry eyes took in your obedience. Slipping his thumb between your parted lips, it softly moved to press down against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed in relief as your lips closed around the digit, suckling softly at it, small mewls leaving you sporadically.

“Fuck, baby - I’ve missed your pretty little sounds so much…” Bradley groaned, letting his body cover yours, grinding his hips into your still clothed thigh, and the feeling of his rock hard cock against you had your eyes flying open and a muffled whimper coming out around Bradley’s thumb.

Releasing Bradley’s thumb, he leaned down, nudging your jawline with his nose before placing a kiss below it - alternating between licking and sucking marks into your skin. His hands trailed down over your collarbones, a soft groan leaving him as his large hands covered your breasts.

You had worn a white top, cut so that your decolletage was visible, your new bra pushing your tits together to create a nice visual of the swell of your breasts. Bradley moaned at the feeling of your soft flesh once again in his palms, kneading and massaging them carefully, letting his thumb stroke over your hardening nipples.

“Bradley, feels so good–” you moaned softly, letting your fingers tangle into his slightly curled strands, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp. He hummed softly, not wanting to leave the comfort your skin provided him.

Kissing down your chest, he soon reached your breast, his mouth tonguing at your hardened nipple over the white fabric, wetting it and sucking at it - drawing soft whimpers from your lips as your thighs clenched together. His other hand had slipped under your top, letting his fingers pinch slowly at your nipple over your bra.

As he drew back to take in his work, he raised his brows as the dampened white material gave way for red to shine through. “Baby… what do we have here?” you smiled bashfully, heat filling your body as Bradley removed your top, leaving you in the bra that you and Nat had picked out the day prior.

“Did Nat tell you I’d come home?” he seemed a little sad at that prospect and you shook your head, “She made me buy one because she said you might be able to video call me, and that it would be a nice treat for you,” your voice was small, your fingers now tracing over his exposed collarbones, over his shoulder and down his flexed bicep.

“Thank fucking god for Natasha fuckin’ Trace,” Bradley groaned, his forehead falling to rest in between your breasts as he kissed and laved his tongue all over your skin, one hand running down the length of your abdomen to undo your jeans. As his large hand splayed on your lower abdomen, he inhaled deeply, reigning himself in slightly to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he spoke softly, making you smile softly as he gazed down at you “Hi,” you whispered back, stroking his cheek lovingly. “Would you stand up for me, love?” he continued, moving so that you could stand. As you shimmied out of your tight jeans, Bradley sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, showing off his muscular thighs.

As you stood in front of him, in only the red set, he smiled softly at you. “Would you give me a twirl, doll?” he never wanted to take his eyes off of you, you were a vision in red, and the tiny hearts that scattered across the fabric honestly drove him a little insane in their cute sensuality.

“Look so beautiful… I’ve missed you so much,” Rooster confessed as you stepped in between his legs, his hands immediately coming to rest against your hips, slowly moving further back until he was kneading your ass cheeks, his face scattering kisses across your abdomen. Letting your head fall back, you gripped tightly at his hair, every move of Bradley’s making your knees grow weaker and weaker “Roos,” you moaned, about to warn him - but he already seemed aware, and gently guided you to sit on his lap.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Bradley cooed, holding you close to his body, finally feeling your skin against his own. Sitting on his lap, you wriggled closer to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, letting your lips kiss and suck at the junction, moving further down to his muscular shoulder where you nibbled and suckled softly. Bradley moaned softly at the sensation, hands gripping your hips as you started to grind them down against his cock.

“Bradley,” you whined against his skin, his cock dragging deliciously against your clit, the sheer fabric of your panties only heightening to sensation. “I know, doll, I know,” he rasped, arms wound around your midsection as he rutted against your wet core, one hand splayed on your lower back to press you harder into his clothed cock.

“I need you,” you whined softly, followed by a harsh whimper, teeth biting down on his skin to keep you in the moment, to not slip away entirely.

“How do you need me, baby?” Rooster spoke gruffly, gripping your jaw firmly to make you look at him, the sting of your bite still felt in his shoulder. At his rough movement, your eyes rolled back slightly, craving this type of touch so badly. Breathing labored, you couldn’t get the words out until his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“Answer.” he commanded, and a soft mewl left your mouth before you began to beg “I need you in my mouth, please - please, want your cock in my mouth so bad, Roos,” Bradley hummed softly before releasing his hold on your throat, letting the back of his hand stroke along the side of your neck “Good girl,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your jaw.

“Get on your knees then, sweet girl” he murmured, stroking your cheek before spreading his legs further, so you could sink to your knees between them. Shuffling, he removed his boxers and tossed them aside before turning his attention to you. You looked like a dream, sitting back on your heels, waiting for him, putting your trust entirely in his hands as you gazed up at him with your hands folded in your lap.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he praised, letting his palm cradle your cheek, loving the small smile that appeared on your face as you nuzzled into his palm. “What did I do to deserve you, huh?” he murmured mostly to himself, his other hand reaching down to stroke his cock languidly. He looked on as you blinked slowly, biting your lip as your eyes followed his every movement.

“Please?” you breathed out, glancing up at him. “Come, baby,” he motioned you closer, and without prompting you eagerly let your tongue run along the underside of his dick, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. You took in every vein and ridge, kissing and licking along his length over and over again, relishing in hearing Bradley’s every soft moan and grunt. Licking at the tip, you felt yourself moan softly at the taste of his precum, letting your tongue swirl around the tip, your lips only ever so slightly wrapping around the very edge of him every now and then.

One hand held the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as the other rested against his thigh. Finally, you took him into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his heavy cock rest against your tongue. Arousal flooded your entire body, feeling yourself get more wet by the sounds Bradley was making as you took him further into your mouth.

Soft whimpers were muffled by his cock, and you felt so deliciously dizzy at the feel of him stuffed deep into your throat. Your nose was almost down to his abdomen, his pubic hair tickling your nose as you inhaled his heady scent, another muffled moan leaving you as you felt him twitch against your tongue. Hollowing your cheeks, you managed to suck on him as you let up a little.

Bradley had been leaning back on his hands, his head tilted back at the sensation of you taking his cock so well into your mouth. Small gasps and moans leaving his parted lips as he felt your tongue swirl and suck at him.

You slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock as you pulled away, licking at his tip before you inhaled deeply, one hand pumping his hard dick in the absence of your mouth. Looking up at him, you whimpered at the sight. Bradley’s broad chest was heaving slightly, his abs slightly tensed as he sat leaned back, fiery brown eyes gazing down at you - a thin sheen of sweat covering his upper body.

Breaking eye contact, you had to feel him heavy on your tongue again, and you moaned as he entered your mouth, letting it rest heavy in your mouth. Bradley’s large hand came to rest at the back of your head, looking down at you with a soft smile playing on his lips as he let you take what you needed from him.

His palm slowly stroked over your hair, and the feeling of your muffled whimper had his cock stirring against your tongue. With his hand on the back of your head, he gently rolled his hips, fucking into your eager mouth, cursing softly at the sounds you made as he slowly sank deeper into your throat.

“Look so pretty warming my cock baby, doing so well,” he murmured as his hands tangled into your strands. He knew what it would do to you if he tugged ever so slightly, but he had a feeling you wanted it as much as he did. How much you needed it. Your soft moan and the way your body shivered and twitched slightly let him know he was right.

Feeling Bradley slowly fuck his cock into your throat, you let your eyes flutter shut, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of his hand resting heavy on your head, letting saliva slip from the sides of your mouth down onto Bradley’s abdomen. Swallowing involuntarily around your boyfriend’s cock, you were rewarded with a throaty moan and the softest of pushes against the back of your head, paired with Bradley’s hips rolling ever so slightly, stuffing your mouth so full of him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks from feeling him so deep in your throat, and the lack of oxygen, but you loved it - loved how hard and silky he felt in your wet mouth, loved the way your lips were stretched to accommodate his sheer size.

“Fuck, baby,” Rooster growled, tugging at your hair to make you ease up. As much as he loved having your lips wrapped around his cock, he needed to be inside you - had waited so long to feel you and hear you fall apart on his cock for him. You took a shuddering breath as Bradley easily maneuvered your body so that it was splayed out for him on the bed.

He had you on your stomach, face pressed into the pillows as he kneaded at your ass cheeks again, “Such a fucking lovely ass,” Bradley groaned, gripping the globes of your ass hard, separating them and letting spit drip from his lips down to your holes, making you moan loudly at the sudden sensation.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling them back slightly so that you were rested on your knees and with your face still pressed into the mattress. “Mm, and this pretty fucking cunt,” he continued, letting his fingers slide between your soaked lips, gathering up your slick in his hand, loving the needy sounds you were making.

“Who’s pretty little pussy is this huh?” Rooster teased, letting his finger softly grace your clit, your moans only getting louder as you gripped the sheets. A harsh slap made a strangled cry leave your lips, eyes flying open in surprise at the fact that Bradley had slapped your puffy cunt with his fingers.

“Yours!” you cried out with a sob, squirming against the sensation of Bradley circling your sensitive clit again. Bradley hummed deep in his throat as he settled behind you, his breath hitting your clothed cunt before he harshly pulled them down to your thighs, not wasting any time before his mouth was all over your cunt, his skilled tongue laving over your clit, fucking into you, swirling around your wetness like a man starved.

Your cries of pleasure only seemed to make him more eager, and you soon found yourself grinding your hips back against his mouth as he gripped your ass in his hands, letting his thumb rest over your sensitive hole. That, along with the quick flicks of his tongue against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, crying his name over and over again.

Bradley wasted no time in flipping you over, slotting himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips, the scent of you lingering on his mustache. His cock, now aching from how hard it was, was leaking precum onto your swollen clit, and the sensation of his hard, silky cock so close to where you needed him had you mewling softly.

“You like that, baby?” you could only nod feverishly “Like feeling my cock against that wet cunt of yours?” you nodded again, whining slightly as he let his cock drag between your folds and up to your clit again. “Please!” you whined, canting your hips towards him, wanting him to slip into your warm heat.

“Please what?” Rooster murmured into your ear, repeating the action of letting his cock grind and slip just out of reach of your weeping hole, letting the tip tease at the entrance when he drew a particularly loud moan from you.

“Please, please– fuck me, oh god, fuck me,” you chanted, squirming underneath him, breath coming in short spurts, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. “I need you so bad, fuck, I need you, need you to fuck me, please, please” you sobbed, wanting him to understand that you needed him to fill you, needed to be one with him again. Bradley loved when you begged for him, it didn’t happen too often, as he would feel too bad to tease you for too long, but right now he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful.

The red tip of his cock slowly circled your clit, and your panting increased, more whines and mewls falling from your lips as tears once again burned in the corners of your eyes “Please! Please!” your words were turning into cries, soft and drawn out, chest heaving slightly.

“What do you want, baby?” Bradley smirked, letting his tip sink slightly into your needy hole before withdrawing again, making you sob out right. “I need your cock, I need you to fuck me– please! Please! Please!”

At your words, Bradley let his cock sink deep into your cunt, the sensation so overwhelming he almost spurted his cum instantaneously into your core. You were moaning loudly, the sound almost echoing in the room as you babbled “thank you, oh god - feels so good, fuck, wanted to feel so full, missed you,” Bradley groaned, rutting into you slowly, relishing in your cries as his tip massaged at that sensitive spot within you. “Missed you too, pretty baby, feel so damn good around my cock”

Pulling down the cup of your bra, as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, Bradley started to thrust hard into you, needing his release so bad after being apart from you for so long. His other hand snuck down between your bodies, drawing tight circles on your clit. As you fell apart on him, he groaned deep in his throat, spilling all of himself into you.

“Fuck,” his voice was strangled as he collapsed on top of your body, chest heaving as he felt his cock pump the last of his seed into you, your soft moans gracing his ear as he kissed at your neck.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, rising up on his elbows to look at you. Tears were streaming down your face, but a smile was on your lips as you sniffled “I missed you so much, Roos,” your voice was small and vulnerable, and Bradley’s heart clenched. “I know, I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” he let his arms wrap tight around you, cradling you in his arms as he laid down on his back, taking you with him to rest on his chest.

“I love you,” he continued, pressing kisses all over your face as more tears fell from your eyes. You nuzzled your face into his chest, kissing softly over his heart “I love you too, Bradley. I’m so happy you came home to me,”

He smiled down at you, his hand drawing soft circles on your back. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you in my arms again,” he murmured lovingly, letting his nose rub softly against yours.

“Want to take a shower with me, baby? I’m Navy gross,” Rooster joked, kissing your lips softly. You nodded happily, placing soft kisses against his jawline before moving to stand up. Bradley kept close to you as you padded into the bathroom, always having a hand lingering on your skin, or his arms wrapped around you as you waited for the shower to turn warm, his lips attached to your shoulder and neck, pulling soft sighs of content from you.

Warm water engulfed the two of you, and Bradley sighed deeply as he felt his muscles relax gradually under the steam, low moans rumbling in his chest. “Are you hurt?” he looked down at your concerned face, and he smiled reassuringly “No, sweets, not hurt - just been crammed into the cockpit a lot,” he mumbled against your lips, letting his lips linger against yours, letting you take the lead this time.

Your arms wound around his neck, stretching your body out against his. Your tongue gently prodded at the seam of his lips, and he let you softly caress your tongue against his. At one point, the tip of his tongue fell between your plump lips, and you were quick enough to give it a soft suckle before letting it go - that drew a low moan from him, cock stirring again at the sensation.

“God, I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he sighed softly as you broke away, still leaning your naked, wet body onto his as your fingers played with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. His hands caressed your sides, gently grasping at your tits every now and then, earning soft mewls from you. You kissed him lazily, feeling your body react to his touch so easily - he’d made you cum less than five minutes ago, and you were already feeling your core slick with arousal again.

“Please, baby,” Bradley pleaded against your mouth “Can I make you cum again, pretty girl?” nodding, you kissed him again, as he pressed your back into the cold tiles of the wall. His hand left it’s perch at your breast, caressing one of your thighs softly before hitching it over his hip, letting his thigh help support you as he used his other hand to cup your sex.

“Wet for me again, baby?” he cooed, smiling softly as he planted an open mouthed kiss against your mouth “Yes, all for you,” you sighed, feeling your body relax as he let his index rub slowly against your sensitive cunt.

“Have you missed my fingers, doll?” he hummed, letting one of his large fingers sink into you “Yes,” you mewled, letting your head tilt back against the tiles “Haven’t been able to get myself off since you left, Roos,” you pouted “couldn’t work myself with my fingers like you can,” you whispered, and Bradley groaned “Baby,” he moaned “you haven’t cum since I left you?” you shook your head, still pouting as that reality settled in.

“My poor baby,” he murmured, kissing at your neck, letting his finger sink in and out of you, your soft moans like music to his ears. “I’m home now, baby - I’ll take such good care of you, okay?” he reassured you, kissing your forehead, looking into your eyes, that held so much love and trust for him. You nodded mutely, and he knew you were thankful he was home, not only for him to take care of you like this.

“Feels so good when you touch me, Bradley” you moaned breathlessly as he added a second finger, the heel of his palm giving your clit just enough stimulation so it wasn’t overwhelming. “I always want to touch you, sweet girl,” Rooster replied, placing another sweet kiss to your swollen lips. As his pace picked up, you wound your fingers around his neck again, keeping his forehead pressed tight against yours as you felt that familiar tightness in your stomach.

Needy whines and whimpers fell from your lips as your breath stuttered and you tensed under Bradleys fingers “Shh, baby - it’s okay, let go for me, I’m here - I’ve got you. Give it to me, pretty baby,” he whispered against your lips, and that’s all it took for you to reach that high that had been building and building until it now finally snapped.

A long, drawn out, relaxed moan echoed over the sound of rushing water as you came on Bradley’s fingers, who were still pumping them slowly through your orgasm. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cum for me baby,” Rooster smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled, a little dazed from the high he just gave you. Bradley only smiled, slowly pulling you under the stream of water again, washing your body and hair with the products he knew you liked.

He made quick work of washing himself before he stepped out of the shower, retrieving two towels, quickly patting himself off and slinging the towel around his hips, before he gently wrapped the fluffy towel around your form as you exited the shower after him. He gingerly dried you off, taking his time to peck your lips every so often.

“C’mon, honey - should we heat up some food?”

As night fell, you found yourself perched in Bradley’s lap, talking softly about your time spent apart, eating the food Natasha had made sure you got, slowly sipping wine and sharing soft kisses.

“I love you,” Bradley mumbled for the umpteenth time, and still, your heart fluttered helplessly in your chest “I love you, too,” you smiled, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. Your hand was resting on his neck, sporadically stroking the hair there, alternating between small tugs and soft caresses. Reaching for a strawberry, Bradley slowly held it up against your lips, a small smile on his face that told you to indulge him.

He traced the strawberry slowly across your lips, pushing it between them, letting you nip the top off, before he brought the rest to his own mouth, biting off the rest. Reaching up, his lips captured yours in a kiss after he swallowed, tasting the sweet juice that lingered there.

The two of you sat cuddled in each others embrace for a long while, not wanting to succumb to the exhaustion that trickled into your minds - wanting to stay with each other. But ultimately, after your fifth yawn, Bradley slowly steered you towards the bedroom.

Climbing into bed, you whined at the loss off contact as Bradley rid himself of the robe he’d put on earlier, he smiled as he too climbed under the covers, turning the lights off before he quickly made his way over to you, letting his arms drape over your form.

“Please, don’t leave me,” you murmured sleepily as you snuggled into his embrace, and Bradley felt his heart lurch “No, I’m home now, sweetheart - I’m not leaving,” he kissed the top of your head softly, settling into the embrace and letting himself drift off to sleep.

It was one of those nights where neither of you got much rest, waking every so often to share soft sleepy kisses and whispered words of love. Sometimes you’d wake and find you’d rolled over to your side of the bed, and you’d have to seek out Bradley’s arms again to settle down, and likewise Bradley would find himself waking up every once in a while a little cold, seeing you sprawled out of his arms.

As moonlight filtered in through the windows, Bradley woke up once again, now spooning you. He blinked slowly, inhaling the scent of your hair before gingerly brushing it to the side to place soft kisses along the column of your neck. Your soft noise of pleasure told him you were in between sleep and consciousness too, and he gently sucked at the warm skin beneath his lips. Your hips instinctively canted backwards, your ass pressing into Bradley’s crotch, where his cock was already half hard from feeling your soft forms under his hands.

“Bradley,” your sleep ridden, needy whine had him groaning with pleasure “Yeah, baby?” his sleepy rasp shot straight to your core, and you licked your lips as his hand sneaked up to squeeze your tit. “Need you,” you confessed breathlessly, once again grinding your hips into his erection.

“Fuck…” his fingers pinched at your hardening nipple, drawing soft mewls from you as you ground your soaking cunt into him. Bradley’s lips ghosted over the bare skin of your shoulder as his fingers reached down to your pussy, spreading her open with his fingers to gather the slick there with his middle finger, circling your clit slowly as you moaned for him.

As a finger sunk into your wet core, you whined in frustration, brows furrowed and a pout forming on your lips “What’s wrong, pretty baby?” Rooster murmured against your skin “You okay?” you whimpered, needing something else, needing more. You squirmed a little as his fingers stilled “Do you want me to stop?” he kissed at your shoulder.

“No,” you felt petulant, almost, but in your sleepy state it was hard to pinpoint what it was. “Okay, baby” Bradley mumbled patiently, letting his fingers continue dragging against your slick walls, his thumb lazily circling your clit as you gathered your thoughts. “So pretty for me like this,” he spoke softly against your ear, catching your lobe in between his teeth, licking gently - making you whine again. “My pretty, pretty baby,” he breathed out, his fingers working in and out of your weeping cunt.

“Daddy,” you whined hesitantly, reaching your hand up to his hair, rocking yourself against his fingers. A drawn out moan flowed from Bradley’s parted lips, his body relaxing even more against yours, burrowing his face into your neck as he grunted, pressing his cock harder into your backside. His chest felt like it was exploding, his feelings catching in his throat, overwhelming him.

“Yes, daddy’s here, pretty baby, daddy’s got you,” Bradley’s voice was raw, his grip on you tighter as his fingers sank into you again. A soft sob tore from your throat as you cried out for him again “Daddy!” tears flowed freely now, and you were desperate to turn around, to see him. “I’m here, baby, I’m here,” Bradley cooed “Daddy’ll take such good care of you,” you nodded, a soft noise of agreement leaving your throat.

Your mind felt fuzzy as you relaxed in his strong arms, mewling as he cradled you, one hand softly massaging your breast, and the other slowly fucking into your pussy. His hand slowly retracted from it’s spot between your legs, before he pulled you up with him, settling you between his spread legs as his back rested against the headboard, and your back against his chest. Large hands graced your inner thighs, spreading them and splaying them over his own, kneading lovingly as your head fell back against his shoulder.

His fingers sank into your core again, his other hand tweaking your nipples and groping at your breasts. “Daddy,” you whimpered softly, squirming in his embrace “Hmm?” he tilted your head up towards his face, his fingers resting against your jaw as you moaned softly into him. He captured your soft lips in a slow kiss, swallowing all of your soft noises.

“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers still leisurely pumping in and out of you.

“Need you,” you licked your lips, nudging his nose with yours, needing to be so much closer to him. “You have me,” he smiled, placing another kiss to your parted lips. “Need you to fill me again, daddy,” you whimpered, clenching around his fingers at the thought.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, letting his fingers slip out of your slick heat, your legs still spread over his own. He held them up against your lips, and you eagerly sucked at his two fingers, swirling your tongue around them.

“Good girl.” Rooster praised, low in his throat, and he relished in the soft moan it pulled from your lips. Gently, he pulled you off of his chest, lifting you so you were facing him instead, guiding your legs apart with his own so that you were straddling him.

“You want daddy’s cock, is that it?” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips. “Want daddy to fill you up so good you forget your own name?” you closed your eyes and whimpered at the thought “Yes, daddy, please” you sounded so sweet for him, and he groaned softly. Taking his hard cock in his hand, he pumped himself slowly before helping you position yourself over him.

“Go on, sweets, take it,” he encouraged you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Your smaller hands settled on his broad shoulders, and slowly you sank down on his length, moaning at the stretching sensation.

As he bottomed out, you felt so stretched out, so filled to the brim by Bradley that you could barely think - your heart was pounding in your ears, breathing a little shallow as you took in the sensation of Bradley’s cock so deep in you, his pubic mound rubbing against your clit as you rutted your hips ever so slightly. The shooting pleasure made you shudder, and a small cry of ‘daddy’ left your lips again. You had slipped so quick, and it had been so long, you couldn’t quite grasp what to do to scratch the itch that you needed.

“C’mere, sweet girl, daddy’ll do the work,” Bradley rumbled, sitting up slightly, letting his arms circle your waist, hand splayed on your ribs as he slowly fucked into you. “That feel good, baby?” he murmured and you nodded “Uh-huh” biting your lip and squeezing at his shoulders.

“My little baby feeling so good stuffed full of daddy?” he was smiling, and it felt so good to see him smile at you, you were doing good. You nodded again, mewling softly and sighing in pleasure every time he bottomed out in you.

“Missed you, daddy,” you mumbled, letting your arms wind around his neck, his smile and his voice helping you out, your hips now moving in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I missed all of you, fucking… beautiful girl, I love you,” Bradley moaned against your skin, overwhelmed by the emotion, overwhelmed that you gave your trust and love to him so quick, so freely after he’d been gone for so long.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he confessed softly, moaning as you pulled his face closer to your chest, letting him lick at your nipples as you rode him. “S’okay, daddy - I’m close too,” you murmured, tugging at his hair, the friction of his body against yours enough to have a slow heat flowing through you.

“I love you, daddy,” you moaned as Bradley rutted into you, his cock twitching as your core clenched around him “Fuck,” his voice sounded strangled as his hips stuttered, emptying himself into you for the second time that night. At the feeling of his hot seed coating your insides, feeling his cock so deep in your cunt, you came with a soft cry as Bradley held you in a tight embrace.

As you caught your breath, Bradley managed to scoot down so that he was lying, with you curled on top of him, fingers tracing sleepy patterns on his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bradley,” you sighed softly, kissing his sternum, and Bradley chuckled softly, humming slightly as he traced your spine with his fingers. “Should probably let you sleep,” he murmured and you nodded, already drifting off a little. “C’mon, should we clean you up?” he suggested but you shook your head. Morning would be here in only a little while. “Stay with me.” you said sleepily. “I am here, baby,”

“Sleep.” you mumbled “In me.” you pressed another kiss to his chest, laying your head down, letting your breathing even out. Bradley chuckled again, letting his hands rest on your back as he too closed his eyes.

“Whatever my pretty baby wants.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fanfic #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #my writing #smut

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streaminn · 9 months

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Since you mentioned Enid going through the anger part of the stages of grief it made me think it would be kind of interesting if the tournament accidentally reflected those stages, from Enid’s point of view, her whole year doing her best to have her pack be the Arcadia representatives could qualify as Denial, the animosity of being forgotten kickstarting Anger and maybe Bargaining coming as the bridge between Wenclair happens as a “”maybe”” alliance against the other schools (who in turn want the biggest threats of Nevermore and Arcadia out), it’s a nice step, they are kind of awkward as teams but they work, and Depression happens when Enid not only realizes her attitude definitely hurt her old friends to some extent (c’mon you know that little info reveal is going to be brutal) but that, in a way, she was right, maybe those horrible thoughts she had for so long of being inappropriate were right all along, they truly were better off without her, I mean, they are indeed closer now, they were there for each other when she was gone, and Enid? Enid had wanted to crush them under her heel to feel better over her friends not being miserable over her, which they had been, and all of this is her fault and—

Also fuck acceptance, we are not resolving this like proper adults, we are running off into the woods out of shame (and to not go into a rampage on the middle of a literal school) - The Choir’s suggestion, probably, Enid seriously considers it, though

Also a funny name fact, idk if we share this language tidbit but the Oars used for things such as rowing are called Remo in Spanish, coincidentally, our way of writing Remus, so I think the Rowers/Rowing team name is kind of fitting, also Rowers reminds me of Growlers and it accidentally follows the Nevermore Outcast name system

HOW'D YOU FIGURE OUT MY PLAN?? (has not been discreet at all)

Also bargaining is also Enid and Wednesday having time between themself outside the tournament. Where Enid sees wednesday getting affected by everything and offers a tour because there's no point in being up against you if you're distracted

Itd be like old times, Wednesday

Silly Enid, why don't you just say you want to hang out?

BUT NOT ENID RUNNING AWAY WHEN THE SHAME HITS 😭 I HAD A WHOLE ENDING THOUGHT OUT WHERE ENID AND THE PACK WON THE TOURNAMENT AND EVERYTHING

It should be a joyous occasion, there's people cheering and so much noise but even then Wednesday catches her eye

The nightshades look sad sure but they're patting each other in the back and essentially taking it in such a good sportsmanship way that it leaves a bitter taste on Enid's mouth

It's then that enid gets reminded that what's the point of winning when it isn't with her?

And it just slams into Enid that while this is another poe cup tournament, it will never be like the first, the one she won with Wednesday

#Military school au

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schrodingersachillesheel · 8 months

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15 songs that i would fully believe were ghostwritten by Anthony J. Crowley except i absolutely should not believe anyone who tries to convince me of this and it gets progressively worse:

Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo (UGH someone needs to edit this im BEGGING)

Hands Up! - Ayesha Erotica (this being #2 should tell you how insane i get)

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

Me and You Versus the World - Space

Hey Ya! - OutKast (post ineffable divorce)

Our Song - Taylor Swift (now hear me out-)

When You Were Made - The Growlers

As the World Caves in - Matt Maltese (incomprehensibly depressing, could only be crafted by the most emotionally haunted immortal)

Fireflies - Owl City (why not atp)

Killer Queen - Queen (just a sick ass song and he was totally friends w freddie mercury bc i think that idea is fucking hilarious)

We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel (got tired of repeating himself to demons)

Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry (play that funky music white boy!!!!!!)

ABBA. he orchestrated that whole iconic disaster, down to the divorces and remarriages.

These Boots are Made for Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra (have you seen his shoes? HIS WALK?!)

And finally....

Everyday - Buddy Holly

goodnight :)

#good omens #good omemes #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #good omens season two #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen

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jabbage · 2 months

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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iridescentghoul · 5 months

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-Burning Passion-

Originally posted on my wattpad account-PlaugedGhost. This is a little older so may not be the best

Sodo x Male Ghoul reader

Genre: Smut

Prompt/Plot: Sodo is in rut, your his mate boom

TWs/WARNINGS: Mentions of mating cycles (ruts), Ghouls not seen as humanoids, smut, possesive sodo, reader called "pretty" by sodo, sodo calling reader "mate" , SMUT, Sex, not super rough. Please tell me if i missed anything!

Do not read if any of that bothers you.

Sodo had told you weeks before that he was expecting his rut anytime soon, and to stay away from him during it as he could get aggressive. You had told him you refused to stay away from him, and as his mate you were supposed to help him. He didn't like your answer, but excepted it.

You didn't expect his rut to be so soon though.

You were talking to Mountain, he was talking about the Poppies in the gardens, their varying colors, how beautiful they were this time of month.

"The red Poppies will always be my favorites, but the white ones are always my second favorites.." Mountain said, watching you nod Before speaking "I like all pf them, no matter the color they are all pre—" You were interrupted by a clawed hand grabbing you and pulling you to his chest, Sodo's scent invading your nose.

Mountain had backed off, hands raised when Sodo growler at him before grumbling a possessive "Mate" into your ear. The fire ghoul had started to drag you to his room, telling you how he was gonna mate you.

You whimpered softly as you reached his room and Sodo threw you on his bed, crawling ontop of you.

"All Mine~ My mate~" He growled possessively, diving down to kiss you hard on the lips. He enjoyed the whimpers coming from your mouth. The fire ghoul started to toy with your waistband, diving down to stroke your thighs which made you moan softly.

He tossed your pants off, leaving you in boxers, your cock straining against them. He purred happily before starting to lick and suck on your thighs, relishing in your moans and soft whimpers of his name.

"Do you want this mate?~" he asked, now toying with the waistband of you boxers after discarding of your shirt.

"Y-yes Sodo..! P-please..!" You begged, arching your back as he licked and nibbled at your perked up nipples, hos hand diving under your boxers to stroke your hard cock. He quickly disposed of his own pants and boxers, his 7 inch cock erect and leaking precum.

He pulled your boxers off swiftly, purring and stroking your cock a few tomes before moving to circle your hole.

"So pretty~" He purred, dipping the tip of his finger in and back out, teasing you.

"Aa-ah!~ s-sodo p-please p-please..!" You begged, tears in the corners of your eyes. He laughed, plunging a finger in and thrusting in and out your hole,

"N-ngh~! A-ah!~ e-eugh!~ s-sodo..!~" you moaned, arching your back as he added a second finger and thrusted faster and harder.

"You ready my pretty little mate?~" He purred, readying his cock at your entrance. "P-please S-so—" You were cut off by your own moan as he thrusted all of him into you in swift thrust. You grabbed onto his shoulders, clawing at them as he thrusted faster and harder, needing to mate you.

"S-so tight~" He growled, grabbing your cock and starting to jerk you off, kissing you passionately. You could feel his cock twitch in you, signaling he was gonna cum soon.

"P-please S-sodo I-in..!" You begged, moaning as you released into Sodo's hand, he kept thrusting in you, chasing his own release.

"Gonna mate you real well pretty boy~" He growled, thrusting as deep as he could in you before cumming in you, moaning.

"So g-good pretty boy...so good..~" he panted, dropping beside you and wrapping you up in his chest.

"I love you [Name], thank you.." Sodo mumbled, "We'll clean in the morning.., love you to Sodo" you mumbled back, curling into his chest and drifting off

A/N: Their may be mistakes in this, i do not have a beta reader and i do it all myself. I suck at catching my mistakes and i apologize

#the band ghost #sodo ghost #sodo ghoul #bottom male reader #ghoul reader #dewdrop ghoul

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thesinglesjukebox · 6 days

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TAYLOR SWIFT FT. POST MALONE - "FORTNIGHT"

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As you may have heard, it's been a big couple of weeks (dare we say... [ED. NOTE: WE DO NOT]), and today in particular is a very big day. What day, specifically? It's BEARDO FACETAT DAY! Today we cover music's greatest growlers (and also Taylor Swift).

[5.24]

Taylor Alatorre: Here is what it sounds like to sink fully into a warm bath of your own distilled hype. Many will naturally want to join in, others won't, and much like Post Malone, some of us won't be quite sure what we're doing here either way. Monoculture status: still dead. [5]

Isabel Cole: The one thing I liked about "Look What You Made Me Do" was the shock of hearing Taylor Swift, still possessed of a sweetheart persona despite the fact that she has never made much effort to hide the glint of something sharper in her eye, just come right out and say, unadorned: I don’t like you. After years of waiting, on "Fortnight" Taylor finally returns to a kind of disgust indifferent to its own justification, this time in a song that smartly avoids falling into its own metatextual abyss the way so much of reputation did. Your wife waters flowers, she drones; I want to kill her. The sentiment is shocking, made more so by the jarringness of the not-quite-rhyme (flowers/kill her). The opening verse’s even starker lack of a rhyme scheme suggests both the artist’s desire to discomfit and the narrator’s dissociation. She calls herself a functional alcoholic (well, a former one, although it’s entertainingly ambiguous whether she means formerly an alcoholic or formerly functional), but the track is giving mother’s little helper, a dark fantasia of suburban despair made more, not less, unbearable by the fact that the trap isn’t the picket fence so much as it is the ineradicable knowledge that once, long ago, she had proof that it didn’t have to be like this. At the end of reputation, she wrote, "Hold on to the memories / they will hold on to you." "Fortnight" turns that idea from promise to prophecy, wrenching its bitterness from the unavoidable fact that past joy can’t be outrun any more easily than past sorrow. The official lyrics give the first two lines of the chorus as for a fortnight there we were / forever running to you, indicating she’ll always be reaching for her lost love, but you can hear the line break differently when you listen: for a fortnight there we were forever. The setting is new, but this is classic Swift: happiness fades, but memory lives mercilessly on. By design or by accident, Antonoff’s much-derided featureless electronic wash is the perfect musical backdrop for this story, placing our antiheroine in a musical Levittown. [7]

Hannah Jocelyn: This feels like a non-entity at first: a chill background playlist song from someone whose personality, for better or worse, had always come through. Even something like “Ready for It?” has “Burton to this Taylor” and other wordplay that could only come from Swift. There’s not even the WTFery of other songs on the record, nor the tempo changes and orchestration that make “Smallest Man Who Ever Lived” captivating. Antonoff’s insistence on making everything sound 20 feet away means “it’s just there” is an overstatement. "I love you it's ruining my life" wouldn't pass a hundred notes on 2014 Tumblr. I feel more when Anna Indiana changes “we’ve lost it all” to “I’ve lost it all” than I do when Taylor goes “I wanna kill her.” So I was going to give this a [0], but this piece of shit genuinely grew on me. Taylor and Posty have surprising chemistry, and in its distance, the song finally recalls the '80s torch ballads Antonoff always tries to recreate. Unlike the rest of The Tortured Poets Department, "Fortnight" isn't bogged down in lore; it remembers to be catchy, not the superstar equivalent of someone venting on their Close Friends story. [6]

Alfred Soto: Apart from the novelty of a Yank sending thousands of listeners to Google "fortnight," this opening track is rather spongy as a single -- but then "Anti-Hero" became a genuine radio hit and gained resonance from being one. Maybe she's listening to Elvis Costello: "I was a functioning alcoholic/'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic" is the sort of clanking couplet he'd cough up for Trust. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Reading lyrics as poetry is a fool's errand even when the artist is practically demanding you do so; all of the critiques of "bad lines" on this album fall into this trap. That being said, "I was a functional alcoholic until nobody noticed my new aesthetic" fails even within the conceit of Taylor's songwriting. It's not that it's incomprehensible per se, but as the second line of a lead single it hits leaden, a collection of perhaps evocative syllables that utterly fails the melodic math test. You can't help but furrow your brow and figure out if there was perhaps a less convoluted way of assembling that. It's inauspicious: given that the Antonoff-Swift production conglomerate seems more and more devoted to creating musical backdrops completely lacking in notable features, you simply must listen to "Fortnight" for the lyrics. Leave aside that I want to write it as "Fortnite" half the time; this is tedious work, a haphazardly set work of serious adult drama that sounds oddly bloodless – Swift has sounded far more unhinged (that's a compliment, to be clear!) on songs where she does not write of a desire to kill. Post Malone is, as he often has been, a saving grace. His harmonies, and especially that counterpoint outro, feel inspired in a way the rest does, helping Swift achieve the Tango in the Night white-collar decadence that she otherwise merely feints at. [4]

Katherine St. Asaph: A demonstration in one single of the lyrical style of The Tortured Poets Department and why I often like it. (The curse continues!) "Your wife waters flowers / I want to kill her" is concise and striking. "I was a functioning alcoholic till no one noticed my new aesthetic" is deadpan and hilarious; it could do numbers online. "You're the reason ... quiet treason," meanwhile, is a self-consciously crafted Classic Taylor Swift couplet, and thus: not good! The arrangement is drowsy and ambivalent in a way that fits the subject matter -- residual feelings that are maybe mutual, maybe not, but drowned too deep beneath years of history to discern the exact angles. Post Malone's voice is extremely pretty in a way that shouldn't fit him. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: Session drummer Sean Hutchinson doesn't appear at the beginning. Taylor's vocals take up so much space in the mix that the sub-Vangelis synths and the programmed kick-snare pattern laid down by Jack Antonoff have to become almost a support system to protect the lyrics. Despite Louis Bell's effors to properly mix both Taylor's soft soprano and Posty's far more powerful voice, they blend together in a detrimental way: Taylor too thin and dull to take hold, Post nearly spectral lest he upset the balance of the mix, the synths so rigid and locked in they can't spill out and swarm your ears -- a frustrating miasma of 1987 pablum. So when Hutchinson's more present, sharp contribution comes in at the second chorus, this time repeated twice, it barely makes a dent: Sean is following the pattern. Serban Ghenea and Bryce Bordone's mix doesn't provide him any glory but simply makes it clearer that this is played by a more present and steady hand. And since both voices have been squeezed tightly by Louis, the additional drum work is fruitless. It feels like a credit more to soak up the blood, not to crack the skull itself. [5]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: So thoroughly bland that it makes me yearn for the days of Taylor Swift lead singles that were jarringly, appallingly terrible (We'll never forget you, "ME!"). Short aside: who is Post Malone's A&R? The fact that he's on Tortured Poets Department and Cowboy Carter is baffling given his fundamental blankness. [4]

Oliver Maier: What's good about the Blue Nile is that you can't describe any of their songs as "plodding", or "featuring Post Malone". [3]

Andrew Karpan: Something is objectively funny about hiring Post Malone to approximate the idea of Mr. 1975. It’s not great, but it works well enough. On some level, one imagines that someone out there wishes his face could be also used as a prop to try and sell an Amazon remake of Road House. At any rate, Swift makes a remarkably similar use of Malone’s face. It lingers harmoniously in the backend when it finally comes in, humming pleasantly like an old car, or like the past made present again. While nowhere near the most interesting or even the most comic study of Swift’s last relationship contained on the ambient, floating morass of content that it kicks off, “Fortnight” nonetheless persists, ticking along in a kind of styled and graceful camp, toward the mediocrity of middle age. [5]

Anna Suiter: Doing your gardening while your cheating husband watches you music. [7]

Brad Shoup: In a vacuum, “Fortnight” is, well, in a vacuum: suspended and inert. The phrase "in America" drops the ceiling significantly. When used by the workaday pop-rocker, it's lazy; when used by a superstar, it's cynical: a provincial way to give your emotional narrative fake heft. Swift’s so focused on tracing these thick thematic lines off of the story that she neglects to give anything interesting to Posty, who’s kind of a whiz at mixing alcohol and longing. He’s never been in her class as a songwriter, but he’s the better melodicist, and he could have contributed something wry and pining to match the tone of Taylor’s text. But resentful detachment is the move here, an inversion of Gwen Stefani’s “Cool”. [4]

Ian Mathers: Well, this is now the Fortnite song (although they spelled it wrong? weird unforced error there) I'm second-most likely to get stuck in my head, after that one kid's "American Boy" rip. [6]

Mark Sinker: As conscience requires I have a vast essay percolating, a full-on battle of the five armies between cultural historians & critics & reviewers & fans & bystanders, as the vast and ghastly dragon flitters once again above us all -- but before all that… FUNKO POPS LINE IN SWIFTIE EXES REAL AND MADE-UP WHEN [8]

Dave Moore: It hits a [6] easy just for "alcoholic/aesthetic" (I've started taking every criticism of this album and adding "...and that's why it's good!"), but the question is whether there's another point left in it. Pros: I can remember the melody, and Post Malone provides the anonymous duet vocals I haven't heard from Swift since Nathan Chapman was filling in. Cons: Annoying use of "fortnight" and [gestures at discourse]. But like a lot of lyrics on this album, "fortnight" sounds better than it looks, and I've learned to stop worrying and ignore the discourse. [7]

Michael Hong: The best lines -- "I was a functioning alcoholic"; "I wanna kill her" -- are buried under cumbersome lore and clunky metaphors, but that's what makes "Fortnight" feel so real. It's diaristic in its desire to record every feeling, to chase every thought, no matter how lame. The disservice is that despite shattering her American dream, the music still sounds like she's content to live in its image. [4]

Leah Isobel: I guess I feel pity for Taylor, which means the song is doing its job. I'm also grieving a relationship that I loaded with more significance than it deserved, one whose obvious dysfunction was part of its gravitational pull. The narrow melodic and emotional range of "Fortnight" accurately articulates how the afterglow of such a relationship feels -- still intoxicating, maybe even more so because its failure leaves several eminently pullable loose threads. But it doesn't offer any path toward self-awareness or redemption, even as it reaches for the kind of twinkling pop climax her songs practically require. Instead, it promises that Taylor will live in this mythical (probably shitty-in-real-life) fortnight for the rest of her life, or at least the rest of the album cycle. She's doomed to an eternal significance that makes even her soupiest, mushiest songs cultural events. Sucks for her. And us. [3]

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#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #post malone #music #pop #pop music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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reaperxxxxzz · 1 month

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Where I Need You Most

smut I guess??? I didn't know??!!! Mind you I don't really write things like this and have never written a fanfic before so beware!!!!! If I do post this mdni for posts like this I guess??!! Smut under the thing,

also this is pointed towards my fellow trans-guys, cus we need more content and Gaz needs more content so why not right?? And this is where the reader has already gotten top surgery and is on testosterone!! And there is gonna be praise and degrading and a little bit of a sir kink so if you don't like that then you don't have to read it, it's fine!!!

↓↓↓↓song I suggest!!↓↓↓↓

You looked at Gaz, the way he looked so nice and sweet and god you could go on about him for years, but right now you had to do a de-brief after the mission. Damnit though, he looked so pretty with his perfect skin, and strong arms, and his cute little accent, he was fucken' perfect.

"Okay everyone, I know a lot of you are tired so I will let you go, good job on the mission and get some sleep soldiers." Captain Price said, picking up the papers on the desk and going up to leave.

You quickly grabbed Gaz's arm and walked towards your room, not even looking at Ghost and Soap, when you got to your room you pushed Gaz against the door, making sure to lock it, you looked down at Gaz and smiled, his face looking so perfect with his smile.

"Hey my love.." you said as you pushed your head into his shoulder, finding comfort by him.

"lovie, are you really that needy for me?" He teased as his hands went to your waist, holding and caressing it.

"mmf.." You said with a nod, although it was muffled because you were pressed so close to his shoulder he could still hear your pretty little whimper.

"Aww, maybe I should make you cum, is that what you want lovie?" He teased as his hands went up your shirt, squeezeing your perfect tummy

You nodded as best you could in your position, a small "yes sir..!" Was heard, it sounded heavenly to Gaz's ears

"fuck...Yea? You want me to make you cum? Make you so messy?" He asked as he picked you up and sat down on your old bed and moved you so you were straddling his waist, his hands moving close to the part you needed most, but his hand stopped right next to it.

"please Gaz, I need you, need your hands please..!" You begged, your hips moving to try and get any kind of friction

"ohh boy, do you need it that bad? Huh boy?" He teases as he looked you in the eye before taking off your shirt. "Can I take off your shirt, my boy?"

You nod and just take it off for him, your cheeks getting slightly hot at the fact that he's seeing you, even if he has before it's still so sureal.

"oh good boy." he traces your top surgery scars gently, making sure to not hurt them, he looks at you with want in his eyes. "Don't be shy, look at me my love." He says as he moves your head by your chin to make you look at him.

You smile and start to take off your pants, throwing them on the floor, you guide his hand to your cunt, the only thing separating his hand and your wet pussy is your boxers, but they do have a little opening by your crotch, made for peeing, but you want to use it for another purpose. "C'mon please touch me..! I've been such a good boy..!" You whimper and beg.

Gaz grins, he starts to rub your clit through your boxers, there's already a small wet patch on them, showing just how needy you are. "Aww my boy is so wet, such a needy little slut.." He teases while rubbing your T-dick faster, making you even more wet.

"Fuck..! Yes sir I'mma slut.!" You whine as you grind on his fingers. "Wan' yer' cock please sir!" You beg him.

"Oh you want my cock? Want me to fill you up? Make you a slutty fucken' mess? Is that what you want?" He says as he moves you for some seconds so he can take off his pants and boxers, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum from you, he sits you right next to his dick, wanting to take this by your pace. "C'mon, you can touch it.." He says with a breathy voice, so full of desire towards you.

"its so big..!" You whisper as you stroke his dick gently, you swiftly take off your boxers and start rubbing his tip on your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own juices, getting you to moan.

"yea it is, is it to big for your tight little hole?" He said as he grabs his dick and starts to rub your T-dick faster, making him groan.

You start to push his dick in your tight hole, and although it stung it still felt amazing, you slowly got to his base and sat there for some seconds, getting normalized to his size, once you do you start to ride him, not bring the best at it though, so you look at Gaz for directing.

"baby boy do you want my help to ride me? Don't worry I'll help you." He says as he grabs your waist to help you up and down on his big cock. "Gonna make a mess out of you little slut."

You moan and move your head to rest on his chest, feeling so good and overflowed with pleasure.

Your ass bouncing on Gaz's dick mixed with the sounds of your cunt, makes so much noise, fueling both you and Gaz's adrenaline.

"Gaz, fuck I feel so good..never felt this way, wanna cum, please make me a mess..!"

That right there made Gaz ram his cock into your soaking wet cunt, him already feeling close with all the teasing beforehand, and he knows that you feel the same, he starts to kiss your neck, leaving marks so the 141 knows that your *his* and *only his*

"mm, fuck I'm gonna cum, wanna cum so bad sir..!" You moan and clench around him. "Cum inside me please sir, wanna be full of you..!"

"do it, cum around my fucken' cock, god yea.." Gaz moans and thrust up into you one last time before you both cum. "Good boy..such a good boy me.." He whimpers.

"fuck its so good, so full.." you mumble, absolutely exhausted but still there, you hug Gaz tightly and start to fall asleep.

Gaz gets up and starts to clean your body and his, making sure to make you comfortable, he then tucks you in right next to him, you immediately cudling him, then he falls asleep.

This was probably terrible lolz thank you tho

#gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #kyle garrick #cod smut #gaz smut #this is bad #sorry #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty fanfic #ahhh he’s so cute #I love Gaz #he's the best #i love him #Spotify

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mischiefsmind · 2 years

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Plz yes PLZ lean into that binnie brain rot, i am one hundo percent there with you

Those thighs, the way he would grin seeing how needy youd get riding them, but how hed look at you with wonderment of how luck he is that he gets to see you like this, so pretty for him.

I also choose to believe that changbin is a growler and/or deep moaner, but if you touch him just right he might whimper a bit.

He might punish you if you take advantage of his weak spot though, changbin is very fond of putting his pretty brat in their place.

Some brain rot for you, i played myself typing this out, time to perish.

A/N: I have been thinking about how to write this piece of work for about a day now because writer's block is a big ass bitch. I also haven't written smut in a while so please bare with me and how this will turn out in the end.

warnings: thigh riding, orgasm denial, Little degradation, some dom/sub-themes

pairing: Changbin X Reader

Words: 421

As Changbin laid back on the couch watching you become a blubbering mess as you road his thighs. His hands on your hips moving them the way he wants you to move making sure that he was in control of the whole situation. Seeing the way that you moved on his thigh, making a mess on high thigh as he was able to see the slick that was created on his thigh making him hard all over again. Each groan from him made you more pathetic by the minute. You could feel his thighs flexing on your clit; each time he did it you would moan out in pleasure.

This was your punishment for messing with him and making fun of him when he whimpered while giving him head, and because of this. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself composed as you grind your cunt on his thigh. He loved looking at your face seeing how brain dumb you were starting to get because of all the feelings at once, Changbin laughed at the way you looked making you whimpered in embarrassment. With each move of your hips on his thigh and the degradation that you got from him, you could feel yourself get closer to the edge.

“Please Binnie I need to cum please I am sorry for making fun of you I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” You started to beg him

He started to have a chuckle “Oh really so you saying that I sound like a messy baby wasn’t making fun of me.”

“Binnie I am really sorry, please. I really need to cum, I am so close to cumming I just need to cum please I am begging you, Binnie.” You started to sound pathetic but you didn’t care you wanted to cum you wanted to have the sweet release that only he could give you

He started to move your hip faster while pushing down harder, You gasped at the new feeling thinking that he was going to let you come. He paused for a moment stopping all movement at that moment making you whine at the lack of pleasure. “Aww, poor baby did you think that I would let you cum that fast this is your punishment for being a brat. You are going to edge yourself on my thigh till I am felt satisfied all right my baby.” You groaned at the punishment and the loss of your orgasm. He started moving your hip making you moan

#changbin smut #changbin #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz

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catb-fics · 4 months

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Idk if this is actually his account but it makes the most sense to be his. Don’t come for my head if this isn’t lol

Lo and behold, Van’s vibey pretentious pretty boy morning coffee playlist

Halah - Mazzy Star

It’s Alright With Me - Part Time

The Past and Pending - The Shins

I’m Writing A Novel - Father John Misty

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

The Bourne Identity - The Last Shadow Puppets

Ode To The Mets - The Strokes

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Days - Television

Songbird - Oasis

Let Me Roll It - Paul McCartney, Wings

Shangri-La - The Kinks

When You Were Made - The Growlers

Portland - The Replacements

More to come… (yes, *that* playlist has been found 🫣) - 🌴

Hello - can I just ask as I’ve been sent a couple of accounts that people think might be Van’s - this playlist isn’t titled ‘Your Coffee Break’ is it? As one had that on but it looked like it was a playlist Spotify made for you based on your other listens. Just wanted to check if this was the same.

Aww I wouldn’t say that was pretentious though - some good tunes on there!

Original Spotify anon - you still out there?

#catb asks #van’s spotify #🌴 anon

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wildmelon · 1 year

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pick a song for each letter of your URL and then tag that many people

tagged by @articstyx @mattodore @prematurehag @moonfromearth and @daydreamertrait! ty 💗💗 now u can see how truly random my music taste is

When You Were Made by The Growlers

I Can Break Your Heart Too by The Aces

Love is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse

Down With The Shine by The Avett Brothers