Summary: Reader comes with Marty to 1955, while getting ready for the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance, Marty is floored by how gorgeous she is and gets a little carried away.
Warnings: Light SMUT, 18+ MDNI. May have got a little carried away, but nothing too graphic. Oral f!receiving, Marty being a lovesick puppy.
Puppy Love (Light Smut)
The temporary 1955 bedroom was dimmed, with the orange sunset spilling through the blinds. You sat at the old-school vanity doing the finishing touches to your makeup.
Footsteps traipsed up the stairway, before the bedroom door flung open, “Hey babe- ..woah!”
“What? Is it too much?” You worry softly, not feeling used to the pink knee-length dress or the wool cardigan across your chest.
“No, no not at all, baby.” Marty jitters like he usually did when surprised, “You look good.. you’re just so hah.. h-”
“Marty?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re so beautiful.” He practically whimpers, looking more desperate to please than you’d ever seen him.
He placed his head in your lap as you finished the makeup, a little lopsided smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. Your hand raked through his hair, causing him to purr subtly, “Mm.. feels good~”
You looked down occasionally to ask if he was okay, which he responded to with a little nod- but this time he spoke up.
“Yeah, fine baby.. just you know when we go back to 1985?” He sheepishly asked.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Bring this with you..” Marty softly instructed, his hands roaming your torso a little more as well as your legs.
“Okay, okay…” You chuckle softly, your hands equally on him now. Marty slowly stood to until he was level with your face before dancing his lips down your jawline.
With a little hiss, you tilted your head to give him further access.
“Oh god..” Marty groans against your skin. The desperation he clearly was struggling with was too cute to resist as you gently guide him to the bed.
“It’s better here, baby,” you reassured, kissing his tenderly as you lie on the bed, pulling him on top of you by the tie.
He landed with an oof, but quickly resumed kissing at your jaw and neck. All of a sudden, Marty’s hips meet yours as he presses down with need. He began rolling his hips against yours, creating friction between your clothed skin.
“Fuck, baby-” you hiss through your teeth, bunching up the dress around your waist. Your boyfriend eagerly helped, looking like you’d never seen him before.
“We’re gonna be late for the stupid dance,” he murmurs as his lips trail up your inner thighs. “Not that it matters. This is more important right now,”
Your head fell back against the pillow as soon as Marty reached your sweet spot, lapping up like a parched dog. Your face scrunched up in ecstasy as the grip in your partners hair tightened. He welcomed the pressure of your hand, liking the way you ground back into him.
“Keep going,” Marty groans lovingly, “god, you taste amazing.. fuck, (y/n) I’ve missed this…” while his moan was muffled by your thighs, you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and despite how dirty a situation was, Marty was hopelessly in love with you.
Marty Mcfly is the best protagonist because he’s simultaneously so awkward and so cool. He says insane ominous things to strangers. He has the goofiest run I’ve ever seen. He plays loud music no one gets. All the women are in love with him. All the men are impressed with him or threatened by him. The children look at him like he’s the coolest person in the world. His name is Marty Mcfly. That’s such a sick name.
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Year posted - 2021
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"I'm George, George McFly, I'm your density." George stated confidently as he looked to Lorraine, his heart sinking a little when the girls laughed at him. "Destiny love, you mean destiny." (Y/n) peeked up from her book, sitting across from Lorraine, looking up at George. His cheeks tented a bright hue of pink, while the other girls continued to giggle. "Oh ignore them, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mix up my words all the time, humans are silly that way." (Y/n) smiled up at him, pride in her heart when he seemed to cheer up a bit. "I'm (Y/n) by the way." (Y/n) offered her hand to George, giving a firm shake when he took her hand in his larger one. "I've never seen you before." George admitted. "That's because I'm new here, I've only been in town a few days. We just haven't crossed paths until now." (Y/n) reasoned making George's lip quark in a small smile. "Well then maybe he's your density." Lorraine teased (Y/n), her words clearly hurting George's feelings. "Well maybe he is, destiny is a fickle thing after all." (Y/n) bit back as she closed her book with a firm thump. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've decided that I don't want to be in this little friend group." She added as she rose from her seat, taking her bag with her. "What, why?" Lorraine asked with confusion. "This boy was only being sweet on you, and you practically kicked dirt in his face. If that's how you treat people then I'm afraid I don't want to be your friend. Excuse me." (Y/n) retorted before turning her back on the stunned girls, her head held high as she exited the diner, unaware of George following after her. "(Y/n)." He called out to her as she began crossing the street, rushing to step in stride with her. "Oh hello George." (Y/n)'s annoyed expression was quickly replaced with a wondrous smile, making George heart skip a beat. "Thanks for sticking up for me back there." George ducking his head down a little, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Well of course, they had no right to be so rude." (Y/n) hummed with a huff as she thought about what they did. "No one's ever stuck up for me before." George admitted, his words causing (Y/n) to freeze in her tracks. George walked a few more feet before realizing she wasn't following, he turned back with worry in his eyes, only for the worry to be replaced with confusion. "Are you alright?" He asked as he approached (Y/n). "No one's ever stuck up for you before?" (Y/n) questioned with doe like eyes, making George blush. "No." He murmured softly. "George McFly... You're my new best friend, and if anyone picks on you again they'll have to answer to me!" (Y/n) concluded as she looped her arm with George's, making his blush deepen as he allowed her to lead him. "Oh y-you don't have to-to." George stammered over his words. "Oh nonsense you're the most pleasant and interesting person I've met so far in this town. I like you and I want to be your friend." (Y/n) insisted with a smile, unknowingly melting George's heart. "Thanks." Was all he could manage, a wide smile taking over his initial worried expression.
Hiii can you do a Bradley Preston fic? Can it be about us before the island were we have a secret relationship with him before he took over the company and we basically use our *ahem* assets to keep our job this is my first time doing an ask sorry if this makes no sense😭
Okay, I have written this THREE FREAKING TIMES, and tumblr decided to let it vanish into thin air when I pressed post- so fourth times a charm🙏
Cw: MDNI smut 18+, Bradley being a bitch and put in his place, reader is somewhat dominant and we love her.
What can I say, I’m a firm believer in sub!Bradley Preston.
‘Assets’
Bradley Preston x f!reader (SMUT)
“You’re done.”
Your eyes widen as you comprehend the situation. Did your own boyfriend just fire you..?
“What.” You quip.
“Yeah…” Bradley clicked his tongue. He reached for his golf club, lining it up to the mini golf ball in the corner of his office, “I’m sorry babe, but you just don’t have the right assets.. professionally speaking. And you know how companies are, you need all the cogs or.. whatever the saying is.” He shrugged.
He was dense alright, anyone with half a brain could see that. You eye him sceptically as he hit the ball, “And what assets are those?”
Bradley went quiet for a second before thinking on his feet. He sounded unsure, although it was quickly forgotten with his ego in the way, "You know, like the professional ones."
"You're saying i'm not professional enough?"
"No, no baby that isn't what i meant-"
"Then what did you mean?" you spat unapologetically. While Bradley was going on a tangent, trying to find any reason other than financial, you had sneakily unbuttoned the top half of your shirt, allowing just a peak of your cleavage. The red lacey bra he adored sat underneath.
“And you know,” he began as he turned around. He paused mid-sentence, eyes flooded with heat as he saw your position. You uncrossed your legs, standing up to his level thanks to the expensive heels he had previously bought you.
He stumbled upon his words, disguising it as a cough, “And, as I was saying… this company needs…”
“Assets.” You fill in for him.
He swallowed, “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly it… assets.”
“And what sort of assets are those, Brad?” You ask condescendingly, stalking up to him with confidence. Your hand touched his chest, “Are they the sort of assets that could benefit the company, or the sort that could benefit you?” You tease, a smug smirk tugging at your lips, letting the clueless man feel you up.
“You know what you’re doing,” he almost growled.
“Oh, yes I do.” You chuckled, somewhat darkly, “and I know what makes you tick. Sit.”
There was some minor shift in his gaze: from snarky, to confident, to now looking like a lost little puppy; and you drank that in like you were dying of thirst. Without another word, he sat in his office chair.
“Good boy,” you smirk again, your heels clicking against the marble as you went over to kneel between his legs.
Bradley bored his glistening eyes into yours, and a whimper escaped him as your palm made direct contact with his bulge. Your other hand ran smoothly across his slack-covered thigh, “so last season.” You verbally bit once more.
“God, you’re hot when you’re mean,” he sighed blissfully, causing you to raise a brow.
“I’d say it goes both ways, but I personally prefer my men a little more… compliant.” You purr, letting your boyfriend take off his pants and underwear with need.
“Such a good boy,” you repeat silkily, “that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
He shook his head, “No..- Oh, fuck-” he groaned loudly, not expecting the sudden suction you put on his cock. Your mouth worked wonders, your tongue gliding up and down him- it felt like heaven.
“Baby.. please,” he panted alongside a whine, “I need it.”
You slowly slid him out of your mouth, your tone sweet with a hint of mockery, “Awh, I know baby.. I know you need it.” Pulling your own panties down under your skirt, you straddled him in the office chair, sinking down onto his cock. A moan escaped the pair of you as you began to ride him slowly.
“Fuck, missed this,” you breathed, pressing your chest up against his as you shared lazy kisses.
“Mhm, me too,” he groaned happily.
Straightening your form again, you bounced your hips just enough to hit the right spots, your hands messing up Bradley’s hair as you let him suck and kiss at your hard nipples.
“Fuck, yes.. don’t stop,” you moan softly, head slightly tipping back. Your partner simply whimpered into your boobs, allowing you full control- something he very rarely did.
“Need to cum,” his voice was muffled from the softness of your skin, but the point was clear.
“Not yet, gorgeous,” you lightly say, “I’m close.. let me finish first.”
All he could do was nod. It felt pathetic, and even so all that fell from his lips was, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Mmh… fuck, you’re so good.” You chuckle breathlessly as your peak came creeping closer. “Look at my baby, making me feel so good.”
Your high praise made Bradley’s head reel with euphoria, it wasn’t even a minute later when the two of you shared an orgasm; intense and ethereal as you collapsed into his arms in the chair.
“Oh my god,” he panted with a dopey smile, “gotta let you take charge more often.”
With a soft peck to his cheek, you wonder, “So, how’s my appeal coming along, Mr. Preston?”
Bradley’s usual smirk naturally returned, “Your appeal has been approved. Monday morning, don’t be late.” He chuckled. You chuckled with him, standing to dress yourself again, but not before sensually murmuring into his ear,
“I should think so, because who the fuck else is going to run this shit?”
Warnings: smut, age gap (Herbert is like inm his 40's reader is in her 20's), teacher and TA/student type relationship, reader has dirty thoughts
An: more Herbert stuff ig.... enjoy!
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You always thought he was hot. In like your dad's nerdy friend kida way......but that didn’t stop you from getting yourself off thinking about what his cock looked like. You would imagine it so many times. Imagining how big it would be. How good it would feel inside of you. It wasn’t until last week when you had finally seen it that your dreams became reality.
It all happened one night after class. You were working on homework in Dr. West’s office while he finished grading papers. After finishing up his work he came over and sat next to you on his desk chair. “I need to ask you something,” he said
“Yeah? What is it?” you asked as you looked up at him. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black tie, and slacks. His brown eyes seemed to pierce through you as he addressed you .
“Would you like to help me out with some research?” he asked.
“What kind of research?” you asked curiously.
“Well, I need someone to test my latest theory.”
“Okay? What does that mean exactly?” you asked.
“Basically I need someone to help me see if my theory is correct.” he explained.
“So what does this testing involve?” you asked nervously.
He leaned forward and put his hand on your knee, “Well, there will be some physical contact involved.” he said as he rubbed your thigh.
You swallowed hard and nodded, “Okay.” you replied.
He smiled and stood up, “Great! Would you like to start now?” he asked as he took his jacket off.
You bit your lip and nodded as he turned around and locked the door behind him. He walked back over to you and sat down on his desk chair again. “So what exactly is this theory Dr. West?” you asked batting your eyes at the scientist.
He grinned and shrugged, “Oh well, we’ll get to that later. Right now I want to make sure you are comfortable.” he said as he undid his belt buckle.
“Comfortable?” you asked raising an eyebrow.
He laughed and stood up again, “Yes. I want to make sure that you are okay with everything before we proceed.” he said as his hand went up your skirt, and he ran his thumb up and down your inner thigh getting higher and higher
“Oh my god,” you gasped as he reached the edge of your panties.
"Do you still want to participate in this theory?" You practically moaned out a yes
He chuckled and pulled them aside, exposing your pussy to him. He bent down and licked his tongue along your slit causing you to shiver. “Mmmm, delicious,” he whispered against your flesh as he sucked on your clit making you moan softly. He continued to lick and suck on your clit until you were dripping wet and begging for more.
“Please,” you panted, “Fuck me.”
Dr. West smirked and stood up, “Not yet. First, I want to make sure that you can handle what I have planned for you.” he said as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his hard cock.
“Holy shit,” you gasped as you stared at it in awe. It was longer than any cock you had ever seen before.
“Do you like what you see darling?” he asked smirking.
“oh, yeah,” you moan
He chuckled and shook his head. as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He then pushed his cock inside of you causing both of you to moan loudly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “This feels so good.”
“Oh my god, yes,” you whimpered as he began thrusting into you faster and harder.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so tight darling.”
“Please don’t stop,” you begged.
“I won’t,” he promised.
He kept thrusting into you harder and deeper until you couldn’t take anymore and came all over his cock. He felt your walls tighten around him causing him to cum too.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he filled you up completely.
You collapsed onto the floor panting heavily trying to catch your breath.
“Are you okay darling?” he asked concernedly.
You nodded and tried to speak but all that came out was a soft moan.
“Good. My Theory was proven correct”
"And what's the theory?"
"That you had sexual feelings towards me" he gave you a smirk.
Cw: smut, 18+ MDNI, reader is in her 20’s, Tanner is such a sweetheart omg, but slightly feral, no use of y/n, established relationship, mild age gap
Long day
Agent Tanner Briggs x f!reader (SMUT)
It was fairly late into the evening when you got back home after a long day of profiling with the FBI.
Unlike the other naturals, you didn’t stay in their shared house; you simply came and went every day like a job. Because that’s what it was, your job. After all, was it so bad to have a life outside of it?
“Tanner?” You call out.
There was no answer.
You left him alone for the time being, deciding to fix him a drink. Walking over to the mini bar in the luxurious kitchen space, you pour him a neat whiskey; after his recent cold cases, you knew he’d need it.
You knew where he was, you always did.
Traipsing up the large staircase, you meekly stand outside his office. Knocking softly you repeat yourself, “Tanner?”
“Yeah?” He called in a gruff voice, he was clearly tired. Exhausted, even.
You open the door just a smidgen, but he spoke before you could, “Not now, baby. I’m just trying to solve this last thing…” he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for half a second. He wasn’t mad, just tired.
“I could help,” you offer sweetly.
“It’s okay, love. You really don’t have to, I know you’ve been working yourself all week.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Baby, no.” He murmured softly, “you take a break, okay?”
You nod, but still let yourself into his workspace. Before he could protest, you place the glass of whiskey on his desk. Tanner’s expression broke out into a greatful smile, with a hint of playfulness, “Oh, you little star,” he chuckles, taking a swig.
“Now can I help?” You offer once more, sitting in the edge of his desk as you were careful not to mess up any papers.
“Sweetheart, as much as I appreciate it, this case might be a little much for you-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Tanner finally looked up from his work, realisation hitting him fast, “Oh?”
You nod in confirmation.
“Sweetie, you don’t have to,” he reassured, but you quickly assure him,
“I want to.”
He debated in his mind for a minute or two, before finally closing the case file, “Fuck it, c’mere then.” He leant back against the office chair, spreading his legs just enough.
You quickly hoist yourself off the desk, position yourself in his lap. Tanner’s hands smooth down your spine and sides, feeling every curve he could, “it’s been too long,” he subtly growled, already attacking your neck with kisses.
With a quiet gasp, your fingers fly to his neck, loosening his tie as quick as you could.
“What do you want?” You whisper against his lips.
“Mmh, anything.” He breathed deeply, “anything at all, baby; just need you, m’kay? Need my gorgeous girl.” He rambled, almost with raw need- it was difficult to fit in times like this with both of your work schedules, but you made it work.
You kissed down his jaw before slipping off his lap, kneeling between his legs. Tanner was quick to unzip and pull down his slacks. Wasting no time, you begin to palm through his underwear, causing him to groan deeply. The throaty sound alone nearly made your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
With his underwear also discarded, you pump his length a few times in your hand; if there was one thing about Agent Tanner Briggs, he was big.
“C’mon, darlin’, show me how good you are,” he encouraged huskily. He knew you could take him well, you always did.
His larger palm massaged gently at your scalp as you finally take him into your mouth.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he moaned deeply. Your cheeks heat up at his vocals, spurring yourself on to suck a little harder. Tanner’s groans were music to your ears, your heart racing with excitement as a response.
“C’mon, just a little deeper… I know you can.” He lovingly urged, and when you took in a few extra inches, he let out another heavenly moan. “Such a good girl,” he growled, “I knew you could do it.”
He began to rock his hips just slightly, careful not to be too rough as his grip on your hair tightened. “My baby, always knowing exactly what I need,” he mindlessly spoke, his head swimming with pleasure.
Your hands gripped and kneaded at his thighs as you happily sucked his cock, occasionally looking up at him. He gave you a little smirk, “you’re so good at this… fuck- gonna make me cum,” he grunted.
He began to thrust into your mouth, his movements becoming erratic, “Just a little more, baby,” he’d reassure between laboured breaths. “Just a bit more.. mhm, yeah- fuck.. Oh, that’s it, that’s my good girl,” he rambled on in bliss as he hit his climax. Hot liquid spurted down your throat before Tanner relaxed back into the chair.
“C’mere,” he panted. Briggs instantly brought you back into his lap, holding you close. Your head rested on his shoulder as he stroked your hair, occasionally showering your temples and cheeks with gentle kisses.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered lovingly before finishing the rest of his whiskey. He noted your heated expression, wanting to return the favour,
“C’mon, bed. I’ll call Judd tomorrow and tell him you’re ill.”
