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Rooster x Single Mom!OC
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After divorcing her gay, marriage of convenience husband, Olivia and her teenage daughter move to North Island. Her daughter's one wish for Christmas? A hot step dad. And damn, if Rooster's Hawaiian shirts don't look like the perfect wrapping paper.
[Chaotic teenager daughter plays wingman | Rooster has total dad vibes | Olivia's exe just wants her to be happy | Olivia really needs to get laid | Her exe and daughter agree | Lots of domesticity | Olivia is the best mom to her gremlin daughter | Fresh start at life | Accidental pregnancy]
Hangman x Marine Corpsman-Devil Doc!OC
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Every time Fiona "Kitten" Reid is deployed, something bad happens. Win-a-medal type bad. And when Warlock is looking for a survivalist instructor for the Daggers during the uranium mission, he's shocked that the top recommendation from his colleagues is a young medical corpsman the Marines she served with dubbed "Kitten." After making a grand entrance at the expense of Jake's older brother and Bob's sanity, Fiona finds herself squarely in Hangman's sights. But he better pay attention in class because her lessons come from more than a textbook...
[Its classified sweetheart | Tequila makes her want to dance on elevated surfaces | Fiona has a Meredith Grey level disrespect for her own well being | Jake really wants to know how Fiona knows his brother | Fiona prepares the Daggers for being shot down in enemy territory | Warlock is a chaos enabler | Lots of Marine slang | Big Gibbs vibes | She once ran towards gunfire with a stethoscope around her neck | Bob is a great dancer | Penny will kick Jake's ass personally if he hurts her | She'll also kick Fiona's ass if she hurts him | Penny needs a raise]
@closetspngirl saw your post 💕 hope this helps, wrote it up on my phone so please excuse any errors
I've Got You | Drabble
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader
Jake holds you until you fall asleep after a rough day.
Warnings! None, pure fluff, no use of y/n
"Baby?" Jake's drawl filled the quiet bedroom, you groaned in pain, flipping over so that you could see him. He was still in uniform despite the late hour, concern etching its way onto his handsome features as he got a proper look at you in your shared bed. "What's going on?"
"Rough day," You groaned, making grabby hands in his direction. "Need you."
"I'll be right there, sweetheart." You watched him take off and fold his uniform, admiring the muscles the Navy had given him. The sight of your handsome boyfriend was a welcome relief after the day you had, your mind was a mess and your body ached.
"I missed you," You whispered at he crawled in bed behind you, bringing you into his solid chest. The heat of his body and his familiar scent relaxing you almost instantly.
"I missed you too, baby. If I had it my way, I'd never leave your side." You hummed, liking the idea. Everything felt right when you were in his arms. Even though sleep had eluded you up until that point, you felt your eyelids begin to droop.
Jake kissed your neck, hands sliding beneath your night shirt to rest on your bare skin.
"Go to sleep for me, baby. I've got you," He began to softly hum a comforting tune, burying his face in your neck. Your last thought before you slipped into sleep was I love you.
Something About The Moon Brings Us Together | Ch. 9
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Buck was waiting for the day that Eddie came clean about being a werewolf. The entire 118 pack had scented it on him during his first day but he hadn’t brought it up or taken Bobby up on his offer to join them for their full moon night in the mountains. As it turns out, Christopher was going to force his father’s hand because in the middle of Buck’s living room was a half-transformed and terrified child.
Or: The one where Buck takes care of the Diaz boys, especially when Christopher turns out to be a werewolf too.
Buck finally gets his nest and Eddie is... Eddie's in love but he can't help his judgy face when it comes to Buck handling his dirty laundry.
@closetspngirl
Eddie was trying his best not to look horrified as Buck laid dirty laundry over the bed and Buck appreciated his effort. Especially when Buck took a pair of boxers from the bottom of the hamper and tucked them into his pillow case.
“If you’re going to be judgy, you can leave until I’m done building my nest,” Buck pouted, laying all the softest blankets and pillows from around the house onto the bed as, well, the nest shape started taking form.
“I’m not being judgy-”
“Your face is being judgy-”
“My face is always judgy.”
“Then you and your face can wait in the hall.” Eddie narrowed his eyes at Buck and if he had been a wolf, his hackles would have raised, that sense of being prey running down Buck’s spine. Eddie closed the space between them, crowding Buck against the bedroom wall, nibbling at the mating mark on Buck’s neck, sending shocks and shivers through Buck’s sensitive body.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” Eddie’s voice was low and growly. “So finish building your nest however you need to, sweetheart, but finish quickly.” Eddie took a few steps back, giving Buck space to work, while trying to keep his face not so “judgy.”
Buck could feel warm sparks shooting over his skin like electricity curling around his muscles and he worked faster to build his nest. His omega instincts demanded comfort, security, and most of all Eddie.
Mate. Mate. Mate
Eddie groaned from behind Buck and the omega knew why, he could smell his own scent perfuming the air, signaling that the next wave of his heat was close. Buck rushed past Eddie to the closet, where a small box contained a few more items. A scarf, a blanket, a few shirts, and a pair of thick wool socks.
Pack. Family. Safe.
Buck had collected items that smelled like his pack as part of his nest building ritual since joining the 118 and as he added them to the nest, Buck realized he was out of time.
“Are those Bobby’s socks?” Eddie asked, that judgy look back on his face.
“Do you want me to answer that or do you want to help me get naked?” Buck flashed him a slightly desperate but no less charming grin, running a hand through his curls. Flames of excitement licked up Buck’s spine, Eddie’s eyes darkening, his nostrils flaring as he caught the rich scent of his omega’s heat kicking in once again.
“I’m still unclear why you decided to put clothes back on in the first place,” Eddie mumbled, wasting no time in closing the distance between the two of them. Eddie slipped his calloused hands beneath Buck’s shirt, guiding the soft cotton up and off, revealing the wide expanse of Buck’s tattooed chest.
“It felt weird roaming around your house naked.” Was it a weird line to draw after getting fucked stupid on the hallway floor? Maybe. Eddie growled, nipping at Buck’s mating mark.
“Our house,” Eddie insisted, his hands pushing down Buck’s boxers with the confidence of a man who had been doing it a lot longer than just a few days. Buck didn’t know whether he should giggle like a school girl or swoon. “It’s our house, it’s always been our house. I just didn’t realize it yet,” Eddie licked a stripe up Buck’s neck and Buck felt his dick snap to attention, throbbing and weeping at the tip already.
“Fuck,” They groaned together. Eddie lifted Buck into the nest, crawling on top of him. The heat between their bodies was sweltering hot, heat and rut mixing together until they were both sweating and panting with need.
Eddie’s tongue traced the lines of Buck’s tattoos, his teeth teasing Buck’s sensitive nipples, until Buck was practically crying with need beneath him.
Buck’s cock was rock hard, precum dripping in a steady stream from the tip, coating Eddie’s stomach as the alpha did everything in his power to take Buck apart without actually being inside of him.
“Do you need something, sweetheart? Huh? Use your words, tell me what you need,” Eddie’s tongue swirled around Buck’s left nipple before his lips closed around the rosy bud, sending stars into Buck’s vision.
“You. Fuck, Eds. I need you,” Buck whimpered, hips lifting off the bed, seeking any kind of friction he could find only to be denied by Eddie’s strong forearm pinning him to the bed.
“You need me? You need me to do what, be specific, Buck,” Eddie scraped his teeth along Buck’s nipple, grinning when it drew a whine out of the needy omega. Buck was the one known for keeping lists and notes, colorcoding them in his phone and notebooks, but Buck could see Eddie filing away exactly what reaction that move got him.
He was studying Buck and god did it make Buck love him even more.
“I need you to fuck me, Eddie. I need your cock stretching me out,” Buck panted, his heat starting to get painfully needy again, his skin feeling like it was on fire. “I need your fucking cum in my womb and-”
Eddie’s face went scarlet red at the filth coming out of Buck’s mouth and he silenced it with a kiss, tongue sliding past Buck’s lips with a fervent need to taste him. Buck whined into the kiss, knees falling apart to welcome Eddie between his thick thighs.
“You’re so wet for me, such a good boy,” Eddie grunted when his dick slid through the slick that had accumulated at Buck’s ripe and ready hole. “Such a good fucking boy,” Eddie slid into Buck with ease, barely giving the omega a chance to register the satisfying stretch before his hips pulled back all of the way and snapped forward without mercy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buck moaned, scratching angry, red lines down the muscles of Eddie’s back. “I just want to have your dick inside of me all of the time, it feels so fucking good.”
Eddie fucked him harder, deepening their kiss. Buck wasn’t the only one with a praise kink it seemed. His knot start to grow, catching with every stroke, making Buck moan louder.
“Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum so hard my chest is covered in it,” A growl rumbled through Eddie’s chest, sending Buck over the edge. Buck’s vision blurred, hot, white streaks of cum painting Eddie’s chest.
“I’m going to lick that off of you later,” Buck mumbled, going boneless in the nest he’d made with Eddie locked inside of him. The alpha’s cheeks burned red, giving Buck a sense of satisfaction that if he had more energy, he’d tease Eddie about it.
“Someone needs to wash your mouth out with soap,” Eddie chuckled, shifting them onto their sides. His nose scrunched up the second his head hit the pillow. “This is the pillow you put my dirty boxers inside of,” The disgust on his face sent Buck into a fit of laughter he failed to choke down. “Don’t laugh, you’re disgusting.”
“You love me,” Buck teased. “And besides, that is not the grossest thing I’ve ever done. Remember the-”
“I remember,” Eddie huffed, hand clamping over Buck’s mouth. “And I don’t need a reminder of that while my knot is inside of you.”
“Fair enough,” Buck mumbled against Eddie’s hand before getting a great idea.
“Hey!” Eddie exclaimed, yanking his now saliva-covered hand away. “You’re so lucky I love you.”
“Yeah,” Buck’s laughter died down, gaze softening as he took in Eddie’s face, tracing over every feature. “Yeah, I am.”
Let's be real, he's been tormenting Buck in different ways since his first shift, he just needed get comfortable with the whole 'werewolf married his best friend' part before becoming a proper menace again 🤣
Something About The Moon Brings Us Together | Ch. 9
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Buck was waiting for the day that Eddie came clean about being a werewolf. The entire 118 pack had scented it on him during his first day but he hadn’t brought it up or taken Bobby up on his offer to join them for their full moon night in the mountains. As it turns out, Christopher was going to force his father’s hand because in the middle of Buck’s living room was a half-transformed and terrified child.
Or: The one where Buck takes care of the Diaz boys, especially when Christopher turns out to be a werewolf too.
Buck finally gets his nest and Eddie is... Eddie's in love but he can't help his judgy face when it comes to Buck handling his dirty laundry.
@closetspngirl
Eddie was trying his best not to look horrified as Buck laid dirty laundry over the bed and Buck appreciated his effort. Especially when Buck took a pair of boxers from the bottom of the hamper and tucked them into his pillow case.
“If you’re going to be judgy, you can leave until I’m done building my nest,” Buck pouted, laying all the softest blankets and pillows from around the house onto the bed as, well, the nest shape started taking form.
“I’m not being judgy-”
“Your face is being judgy-”
“My face is always judgy.”
“Then you and your face can wait in the hall.” Eddie narrowed his eyes at Buck and if he had been a wolf, his hackles would have raised, that sense of being prey running down Buck’s spine. Eddie closed the space between them, crowding Buck against the bedroom wall, nibbling at the mating mark on Buck’s neck, sending shocks and shivers through Buck’s sensitive body.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” Eddie’s voice was low and growly. “So finish building your nest however you need to, sweetheart, but finish quickly.” Eddie took a few steps back, giving Buck space to work, while trying to keep his face not so “judgy.”
Buck could feel warm sparks shooting over his skin like electricity curling around his muscles and he worked faster to build his nest. His omega instincts demanded comfort, security, and most of all Eddie.
Mate. Mate. Mate
Eddie groaned from behind Buck and the omega knew why, he could smell his own scent perfuming the air, signaling that the next wave of his heat was close. Buck rushed past Eddie to the closet, where a small box contained a few more items. A scarf, a blanket, a few shirts, and a pair of thick wool socks.
Pack. Family. Safe.
Buck had collected items that smelled like his pack as part of his nest building ritual since joining the 118 and as he added them to the nest, Buck realized he was out of time.
“Are those Bobby’s socks?” Eddie asked, that judgy look back on his face.
“Do you want me to answer that or do you want to help me get naked?” Buck flashed him a slightly desperate but no less charming grin, running a hand through his curls. Flames of excitement licked up Buck’s spine, Eddie’s eyes darkening, his nostrils flaring as he caught the rich scent of his omega’s heat kicking in once again.
“I’m still unclear why you decided to put clothes back on in the first place,” Eddie mumbled, wasting no time in closing the distance between the two of them. Eddie slipped his calloused hands beneath Buck’s shirt, guiding the soft cotton up and off, revealing the wide expanse of Buck’s tattooed chest.
“It felt weird roaming around your house naked.” Was it a weird line to draw after getting fucked stupid on the hallway floor? Maybe. Eddie growled, nipping at Buck’s mating mark.
“Our house,” Eddie insisted, his hands pushing down Buck’s boxers with the confidence of a man who had been doing it a lot longer than just a few days. Buck didn’t know whether he should giggle like a school girl or swoon. “It’s our house, it’s always been our house. I just didn’t realize it yet,” Eddie licked a stripe up Buck’s neck and Buck felt his dick snap to attention, throbbing and weeping at the tip already.
“Fuck,” They groaned together. Eddie lifted Buck into the nest, crawling on top of him. The heat between their bodies was sweltering hot, heat and rut mixing together until they were both sweating and panting with need.
Eddie’s tongue traced the lines of Buck’s tattoos, his teeth teasing Buck’s sensitive nipples, until Buck was practically crying with need beneath him.
Buck’s cock was rock hard, precum dripping in a steady stream from the tip, coating Eddie’s stomach as the alpha did everything in his power to take Buck apart without actually being inside of him.
“Do you need something, sweetheart? Huh? Use your words, tell me what you need,” Eddie’s tongue swirled around Buck’s left nipple before his lips closed around the rosy bud, sending stars into Buck’s vision.
“You. Fuck, Eds. I need you,” Buck whimpered, hips lifting off the bed, seeking any kind of friction he could find only to be denied by Eddie’s strong forearm pinning him to the bed.
“You need me? You need me to do what, be specific, Buck,” Eddie scraped his teeth along Buck’s nipple, grinning when it drew a whine out of the needy omega. Buck was the one known for keeping lists and notes, colorcoding them in his phone and notebooks, but Buck could see Eddie filing away exactly what reaction that move got him.
He was studying Buck and god did it make Buck love him even more.
“I need you to fuck me, Eddie. I need your cock stretching me out,” Buck panted, his heat starting to get painfully needy again, his skin feeling like it was on fire. “I need your fucking cum in my womb and-”
Eddie’s face went scarlet red at the filth coming out of Buck’s mouth and he silenced it with a kiss, tongue sliding past Buck’s lips with a fervent need to taste him. Buck whined into the kiss, knees falling apart to welcome Eddie between his thick thighs.
“You’re so wet for me, such a good boy,” Eddie grunted when his dick slid through the slick that had accumulated at Buck’s ripe and ready hole. “Such a good fucking boy,” Eddie slid into Buck with ease, barely giving the omega a chance to register the satisfying stretch before his hips pulled back all of the way and snapped forward without mercy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buck moaned, scratching angry, red lines down the muscles of Eddie’s back. “I just want to have your dick inside of me all of the time, it feels so fucking good.”
Eddie fucked him harder, deepening their kiss. Buck wasn’t the only one with a praise kink it seemed. His knot start to grow, catching with every stroke, making Buck moan louder.
“Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum so hard my chest is covered in it,” A growl rumbled through Eddie’s chest, sending Buck over the edge. Buck’s vision blurred, hot, white streaks of cum painting Eddie’s chest.
“I’m going to lick that off of you later,” Buck mumbled, going boneless in the nest he’d made with Eddie locked inside of him. The alpha’s cheeks burned red, giving Buck a sense of satisfaction that if he had more energy, he’d tease Eddie about it.
“Someone needs to wash your mouth out with soap,” Eddie chuckled, shifting them onto their sides. His nose scrunched up the second his head hit the pillow. “This is the pillow you put my dirty boxers inside of,” The disgust on his face sent Buck into a fit of laughter he failed to choke down. “Don’t laugh, you’re disgusting.”
“You love me,” Buck teased. “And besides, that is not the grossest thing I’ve ever done. Remember the-”
“I remember,” Eddie huffed, hand clamping over Buck’s mouth. “And I don’t need a reminder of that while my knot is inside of you.”
“Fair enough,” Buck mumbled against Eddie’s hand before getting a great idea.
“Hey!” Eddie exclaimed, yanking his now saliva-covered hand away. “You’re so lucky I love you.”
“Yeah,” Buck’s laughter died down, gaze softening as he took in Eddie’s face, tracing over every feature. “Yeah, I am.”
Warnings! Fingering, dirty talk, Jake calls reader ‘pretty girl’, p in v, no condom but reader is on bc, mentions of pregnancy
“Baby, you can not be serious,” You laughed as Jake ran his fingers over your side. Rain pelted against the window, the sound soothing as the two of you laid in bed the day after he returned from deployment, a rare day off work that you two spent together. You loved days like that, when you could just enjoy spending time with your fiancé.
“Dead serious, darlin’,” Jake leaned in close, nudging your chin with the tip of his nose to tilt your head back so that he could start leaving a trail of lazy kisses over the sensitive skin there, his hand continuing to stroke your side. “I think… we should expand the family.”
Expand the family? Jake’s words went through your mind, bouncing around as you weighed the options you had. Did he mean a kid before marriage? Or was he proposing getting married sooner than you’d expected? Or did he-
“Fuck, Jake,” Your thoughts were halted when his hand slipped between your legs, his thumb finding a home on your clit with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how to get you going.
“You started thinking too hard,” Jake nipped gently at your shoulder as one finger teased your entrance, sending little pricks of pleasure through you, drawing out a soft moan. “And I don’t want my girl thinking of anything but me right now.”
“Whatever you say, Lieutenant," You rolled onto your back, Jake following and settling between your legs, his long, calloused fingers slipping inside of you. The stretch after so many months without him was tight and delicious, the feeling sending rivulets of warm electricity up your spine, your back arching off of the bed. “Fuck, baby.”
“That’s it, pretty girl, rock those hips for me. Fuck yourself on my hand,” He murmured, voice hot on your neck as he leaned over you. “I’m not going to give you want until you fall apart on my fingers like a good girl.”
“You suck,” You grumbled without any heat to your words, earning a huff of laughter from him as he slid another finger inside of you, the sound pulling at your heart after so long without it. You moved your hips, tongue poking out between your teeth as you focused on working yourself up.
Jake helped, of course, his fingers and thumb never ceasing their movements until you were dripping wet, the sound obscene as your moans and his gentle praises filled the air.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” Jake ordered softly, his soft lips connecting with the sensitive skin of your neck. “Come all over my fingers so that I can fuck this pretty pussy of yours.”
He slid another finger inside of you as he began to suck a hickey over your pulse, the sensations of his lips and fingers, paired with his dirty words, sent you over the edge.
The orgasm hit hard, like a wave you weren’t expecting at the beach, knocking the air from your lungs.
“Jake,” You moaned, mind going hazy as he worked you through your orgasm with his fingers.
You were barely down from the high, still sensitive, when Jake pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean with an obscene pop.
“You ready for me, pretty girl?”
“Ready,” Your lips found his as he slid inside you with a firm, fast stroke that had your back arching. Last night, when he’d gotten home from deployment, that had been the time for sweet love making that had taken hours. Right then, in that moment, it was just as emotionally intense but quicker, a little rougher, and just as breathtaking.
“I love you so much,” He murmured between kisses. Jake had set a quick but deep pace, hitting deep inside you before pulling all the way out and back in again. The feeling made your brain go hazy but you heard his words clear as day, his voice cutting through the mental fog like a beacon.
“Love you too,” You slid a hand into his hair, feeling the silky strands move between your fingers. “I missed you so much.”
Jake made a soft, wounded noise before his lips crashed against yours. You could feel it, the love, the desperation to have you, the six months and thousands of miles apart. The apology.
His slid his hand between your bodies, thumb finding the clit, working it hard and fast as his strokes became sharper. Jake was close and he wanted you to come with him, just like he always did.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” Jake nipped at your bottom lip, his gaze locking on yours, eyes filled with love. “Come on my cock, let me hear your beautiful noises.” Your second orgasm hit just as hard as the first and Jake followed right behind, your name on his lips as he spilled inside of you, his hips jerking with each spurt of warmth.
Once you’d both come down from your mutual release, Jake stood, pressing a hand to your stomach in a silent stay. You watched as he crossed the room, grabbed the polaroid camera that only ever saw you naked, and snapped a picture of your pussy.
“Out of all my pictures of you, I realized I didn’t have one where I can see my cum spilling out of you,” He smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. “And that broke my heart.”
“Poor baby,” You chuckled, smiling adoringly in his direction. “How could I ever let you go on deployment without a complete porn collection,” He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark.
“I know, I know, I didn’t think you could ever be so cruel to me, pretty girl.” Jake’s tone was teasing and light. He put down the camera and came back with a warm wash cloth, slowly cleaning you up.
“You realize I’m on birth control, right?” You asked after a moment and out of all of the reactions you expected, a belly deep laugh from Jake was not one of them.
“Baby, when I said I wanted to expand the family, I was talking about getting a dog.” Jake kissed the inside of your thigh. “I like where your head went though…”
Overstimulation | Bradley Bradshaw x reader | wc: 591
Minors DNI - 18 + only
warnings! oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, Bradley being a menace, mention of broken leg
I'm so sorry I'm late, it's been busy - I'm going to catch up, pinky promise.
Your husband Bradley had been off work, recovering from a broken leg that had kept him from flying for months. Being grounded from flying, and later from stepping foot in the hangar at all by Maverick after he tried to climb into the cockpit anyways with Hangman holding the ladder, was driving him insane. Which meant he spent his time driving you insane.
If it wasn’t him playing piano at all hours, it was you having to force him to sit down when he tried to hobble around the kitchen and book. If the doctor told him not to do it, he had tried at least three times to do it. Bradley was a good husband, always loving and kind, funny, and tried to put you first in everything. But he was also a big ball of energy that could not be contained, even with a broken bone and a few pounds of plaster.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Bradley pouted, settling down on his stomach on the bed after you’d had enough of telling him to sit down off his leg in the last hour. You’d gone into the bedroom to cool off, scrolling through your phone. And now he was laid between your legs, that mustache of his tickling the sensitive skin of your bare thighs, which were exposed by your nightgown. “Let me apologize to my beautiful, patient, loving wife, huh?”
That had been an hour ago, now you were writhing with him between your legs, his muscular forearm like an iron bar across your hips to keep you in place as he toyed with you like a cat with a toy. Licking, sucking, nibbling, fast strokes, short licks, one finger, two - he was relentless.
“Lee, baby,” You gasped for air, tears streaming down your cheeks as he let go of your hips, only to lift your legs over his shoulders to bury his face deeper in your soaking wet pussy. “No more, can’t take it.”
“You can give me one more, baby,” Bradley slipped a third finger inside of you and despite the overstimulation, you moaned, your back arching off of the bed. “That’s my girl,” Bradley slurped at your juices, the sound obscene and it only made the incredible warmth that had been building up in your body mount even higher, sweat building on your forehead.
All of Bradley’s laser focus that was typically pointed towards flying was now solely dedicated to making you orgasm again and again and again. With every stroke of his fingers and lick, you could feel your poor, abused clit riding the line of pain and pleasure. The moan the sensation drew out of you only spurred your husband on, Bradley doubled down on his already mind-melting efforts until you were crying his name as the orgasm ripped through you.
And then finally, he let your legs drop onto the bed, sitting up on his elbows between your legs, his mouth and chin soaked with the proof of your arousal. He grinned, dark eyes raking over your shaking, wrecked form, a proud smile gracing his pretty face.
“As soon as the doctor gets me out of this cast, you know I’m going to have to fuck at least a hundred orgasms out of you to make up for all the time we’ve lost?”
His warm, throaty laugh filled the room as you groaned, knees snapping shut at the thought of any more stimulation only to have Bradley slid his hands between the them and gently pry them apart.
Overstimulation | Bradley Bradshaw x reader | wc: 591
Minors DNI - 18 + only
warnings! oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, Bradley being a menace, mention of broken leg
I'm so sorry I'm late, it's been busy - I'm going to catch up, pinky promise.
Your husband Bradley had been off work, recovering from a broken leg that had kept him from flying for months. Being grounded from flying, and later from stepping foot in the hangar at all by Maverick after he tried to climb into the cockpit anyways with Hangman holding the ladder, was driving him insane. Which meant he spent his time driving you insane.
If it wasn’t him playing piano at all hours, it was you having to force him to sit down when he tried to hobble around the kitchen and book. If the doctor told him not to do it, he had tried at least three times to do it. Bradley was a good husband, always loving and kind, funny, and tried to put you first in everything. But he was also a big ball of energy that could not be contained, even with a broken bone and a few pounds of plaster.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Bradley pouted, settling down on his stomach on the bed after you’d had enough of telling him to sit down off his leg in the last hour. You’d gone into the bedroom to cool off, scrolling through your phone. And now he was laid between your legs, that mustache of his tickling the sensitive skin of your bare thighs, which were exposed by your nightgown. “Let me apologize to my beautiful, patient, loving wife, huh?”
That had been an hour ago, now you were writhing with him between your legs, his muscular forearm like an iron bar across your hips to keep you in place as he toyed with you like a cat with a toy. Licking, sucking, nibbling, fast strokes, short licks, one finger, two - he was relentless.
“Lee, baby,” You gasped for air, tears streaming down your cheeks as he let go of your hips, only to lift your legs over his shoulders to bury his face deeper in your soaking wet pussy. “No more, can’t take it.”
“You can give me one more, baby,” Bradley slipped a third finger inside of you and despite the overstimulation, you moaned, your back arching off of the bed. “That’s my girl,” Bradley slurped at your juices, the sound obscene and it only made the incredible warmth that had been building up in your body mount even higher, sweat building on your forehead.
All of Bradley’s laser focus that was typically pointed towards flying was now solely dedicated to making you orgasm again and again and again. With every stroke of his fingers and lick, you could feel your poor, abused clit riding the line of pain and pleasure. The moan the sensation drew out of you only spurred your husband on, Bradley doubled down on his already mind-melting efforts until you were crying his name as the orgasm ripped through you.
And then finally, he let your legs drop onto the bed, sitting up on his elbows between your legs, his mouth and chin soaked with the proof of your arousal. He grinned, dark eyes raking over your shaking, wrecked form, a proud smile gracing his pretty face.
“As soon as the doctor gets me out of this cast, you know I’m going to have to fuck at least a hundred orgasms out of you to make up for all the time we’ve lost?”
His warm, throaty laugh filled the room as you groaned, knees snapping shut at the thought of any more stimulation only to have Bradley slid his hands between the them and gently pry them apart.
warnings! fluff and smut, thigh riding (duh), Buddie causing paperwork
“And why aren’t you in bed?” You came up behind Bobby, kissing his temple. Your boyfriend, Bobby, was sitting at the kitchen table of your shared apartment. He looked stressed enough that if his hair wasn’t already silver, it would’ve been soon.
“I’m just finishing up paperwork,” Bobby sighed, scooting back from the table to give you space to settle on his lap and you did. You settled on his right thigh, resting your head on his shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his neck. “Buck decided to jump off of a bridge to save someone in the water, against orders.”
The exhaustion in his voice at the troublesome firefighter’s action was a familiar sound.
“Let me guess, Eddie jumped in after him?”
“Of course he did,” Bobby gestured in frustration with his hands before they fell to your hips. “Buck grabbed the patient and Eddie grabbed him.”
“How much longer do you think the paperwork will take?” You asked, kissing a small scar on his chin that was hidden by day-old stubble. Bobby sighed,
“Too long.” He used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth, the subtle movement more than enough to draw out a soft moan as the rough denim of his jeans grazed against your clit.
You hadn’t been wearing panties beneath your sleep shirt, which was supposed to be a surprise for Bobby when he came to bed, except he hadn’t come to bed.
“That’s my girl,” Bobby praised. “Make those sweet sounds for me while I finish these reports?” He kissed your forehead, sending a wave of affection through you, making you feel warm and fuzzy all over.
“Whatever will make you finish these reports faster,” You kissed his neck before resting your hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to move your hips.
Every movement against the fabric drew out a different moan or whimper, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
“Bobby,” You whined, kissing his neck, every nerve in your body tingling with need and desire. “Love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Bobby turned his head to give you a quick kiss before focusing back on the paperwork in front of him. If this wasn’t part of your weekly routine, maybe you would’ve been offended by Bobby not giving you more attention while you were grinding yourself against his leg like a dog in heat.
“Baby, baby, baby,” You moaned as you got closer to the edge of release, hips faltering as you felt the orgasm building. “Need help,” You kissed his neck with a whine.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” You heard his pen drop before his hands settled on your hips. Bobby captured your lips in a sweet kiss, hands guiding your movements until your moans drowned out everything else in the apartment, from the running dishwasher to the clothes in the dryer, all of it was lost in the sounds of your lust. “That’s my girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”
And you did, soaking the denim of his jeans, body trembling as the orgasm washed over you in waves. When the trembling stopped, Bobby peppered your face with kisses.
“Are you going to stay out here while I finish or do you want to wait for me in bed?” He asked, rubbing circles into your back.
“I’m going to stay here,” You murmured, tucking your face into his neck. Bobby chuckled, the sound full of affection. He kept one hand on your back, cradling you to his chest as he picked up his pen and went back to filling out the paperwork.
Because just as sure as Bobby loved you, being captain at the 118 came with a lot of paperwork.
Ok. We all knew I was going to be a couple days behind.
Then I ended up with a headache (either too much screen time, crocheting, putting myself into an anxiety spiral over that desk, the barometric pressure I was warned about or the lack of hydration) so I read the shortest of the three. I'll do the other two plus Wednesdays tomorrow. 😅😩
This also reminded me why I like an older man.
As well as making me realize I can't find any good gifs of Bobby. 😪
“Buck decided to jump off of a bridge to save someone in the water, against orders.”
and
“Buck grabbed the patient and Eddie grabbed him.”
Yeah. That tracks.
He used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth...
I have a thing for hands...
"That’s my girl,” Bobby praised. “Make those sweet sounds for me while I finish these reports?” He kissed your forehead...
I got a "That's my girl" AND a forehead kiss?
“Need help,” You kissed his neck with a whine.
and
I’ve got you, sweetheart,” You heard his pen drop before his hands settled on your hips. Bobby captured your lips in a sweet kiss...
and
“That’s my girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”
Fueidncbdgajcbdifbdbskfbf sorry, brain short circuited.
"I’m going to stay here,” You murmured, tucking your face into his neck. Bobby chuckled, the sound full of affection. He kept one hand on your back, cradling you to his chest as he picked up his pen and went back to filling out the paperwork.
Drink lots of water and give yourself a morning without screens/crochet if you still have your headache (drink a coffee too) 💖💖💖 I hope you wake up without it though!!
But omg, I thought writing Bobby was going to be hard because typically he's a little on the older side for me... but I think I've changed my mind about that
Every time Buddie does something, Bobby knows it's going to be extra paperwork
But I think we can all agree that a man who gives us orgasms while doing paperwork is a keeper 😍🥵
warnings! sprained ankle (accidentally inflicted), sexual confusion, lack of communication, idiots in love (heavy on the idiot, your honor), rough oral, mentions of Tommy Kinard, cannon insecurities (abandonment/replacement)
Buck was consumed with guilt. Not an unfamiliar feeling for him. But the sight of Eddie in the passenger seat of his jeep with a brace around his ankle and crutches in the back seat were enough to make his stomach churn and twist with an increasing need to pull over and empty the contents of his stomach onto the side of the road.
He hadn’t been thinking when they were playing basketball. Buck didn’t even like basketball, that was issue number one, but Eddie had seemed so excited about it, and the idea of Eddie being alone with Tommy had driven Buck to join them before he could think better of it.
Then he’d seen the way that Tommy was looking at Eddie, checking out his perfect ass, squeezing his bicep while delivering a well-placed compliment. It had driven him to make an aggressive play, for a reason he didn’t understand, which had ended up putting Eddie in the hospital with a sprained ankle.
Buck was about to launch into his tenth, maybe twelfth, round of long-winded apologies when Eddie, who had been a good sport about the whole thing, held up his hand to silence him.
“I can’t listen to another apology, Buck,” Eddie’s brown eyes, which normally Buck thought reminded him of a baby cow who wanted a treat, but not at that moment. Instead, Eddie looked like he would hold him down and forcibly keep him quiet.
Unfortunately for both of them, Buck had never been good at keeping his mouth shut.
“I don’t know what happened- I was just- And then Tommy was- And you-” Buck fumbled through the apology that had gotten worse every time until Eddie grabbed his hand and yanked the larger man forward.
Buck stumbled forward, tripping over his own two feet onto his knees, cursing when he bumped Eddie’s injured foot.
“I’m so sor-” Eddie put one hand over his mouth and the other on the back of his head, keeping him quiet. Pain was etched onto the older man’s face, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Stop. Talking,” He grunted. Buck resisted the urge to whimper like a scolded puppy, staying on his knees between Eddie’s legs until Eddie had breathed through the pain of a 200+ pound man bumping his injured ankle.
Eddie opened his eyes, staring down Buck for a few quiet minutes that felt like hours to Buck. Every passing moment made Buck’s stomach twist into knots, worried that this time it would be the last straw, that Eddie would finally find the moment that he didn’t forgive him for screwing up.
“You hate basketball, Buck,” It didn’t sound like a question and Eddie didn’t remove his hand from Buck’s mouth either. The corners of his mouth quirked up, like he had a secret to share. “But not as much as you hated the thought of me and Tommy out on the court alone.”
An unbidden whine left Buck’s mouth, dampened by Eddie’s hand. Eddie guided Buck’s head forward an inch.
“Were you afraid of being replaced?” Eddie hit the second biggest insecurity Buck had like he was asking for a favorite pizza topping. Which was extra cheese, just like Christopher’s. “Were you afraid that I’d abandon you, Buck?” And there was his biggest insecurity, served up to Buck on a silver platter by his best friend. The same best friend who he was letting guide his head closer and closer to his chest. No. Not his chest.
“Eddie?” Buck mumbled against the hand over his mouth, eyes fixated on Eddie’s. There was something unreadable in the darkness that sent an all too familiar warmth through Buck, electricity shooting down his spine.
No. No. No.
He could not get a boner. Not from being touched by his totally straight best friend.
Fuck. Too late.
“Don’t you know that no one could ever replace you in my life?” The hand covering his mouth slid down to the all-to-familiar place on his shoulder, Eddie’s calloused thumb finding it’s home on his collarbone.
Eddie’s words washed over him, tugging at the desire to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved. The same desires that had always been buried inside of him.
“Don’t you know how special you are to me?” Those were the words that broke him. That time, Buck was the one to move forward.
He leaned forward, pressing his face into Eddie’s stomach with a needy whine. Buck all but drowned in Eddie’s familiar cologne that lingered beneath the sweat and musk that had come from playing basketball, which mixed together with what he instinctively knew as Eddie’s scent. The scent that made him hold onto a hug for an extra moment. The scent that made him bury his face in the blankets lent to him when he spent the night on the couch at the Diaz house.
“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie grunted, his fingers threading through Buck’s hair. His hips ground upwards slightly, barely noticeable, but Buck noticed. He wasn’t Buck 1.0, the self-diagnosed sex addict anymore, but he knew a signal when he saw one.
Without thinking, Buck shifted his head downward, mouthing at Eddie’s hardening cock through his jeans with a moan that was downright sinful.
“Let me apologize,” Buck panted, voice strained. “Please, Eddie. Let me show you how sorry I am,” The feral edge to his pleas was paired with a lick across the growing bulge. Eddie’s hips bucked up, spurring him on.
“Fuck, yeah, okay. Show me how sorry you are,” Eddie groaned, grinding against Buck’s face. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, unzipping jeans while simultaneously pressing open-mouthed kisses over Eddie’s crotch, soaking the denim.
When Buck finally got the zipper down, he pulled out Eddie’s cock and moaned at the sight of it. Thick and veiny with dark curls at the base, pre-cum spilling from the tip.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Eddie,” Buck missed the blush on his partner’s cheeks, eagerly taking Eddie into his mouth, humming happily at the salty taste. Over eager and an over achiever, Buck tried to deep throat right away, pulling back when he gagged but Eddie’s hands on his head didn’t let him pull off completely.
“Show me, fuck. Show me how sorry you are,” Eddie guided Buck’s mouth back down his thick length, taking his time with it, and Buck found himself in heaven like never before.
Sex in the past had been filling a void or a desperate attempt to cling to whomever he was dating but thirty seconds in and Buck was quickly realizing that this was how it felt to be with someone he truly cared about and it was addicting.
After his leg injury, the doctors had warned him about the pain medications, how addicting narcotics could be, but no one had ever thought to warn him about the taste of his best friend’s cock. How it felt in his mouth, the weight of it against his tongue, the-
“You’re doing so good, Evan,” Eddie’s praise was icing on the cake. Eddie got rougher with him, holding his head in place as he rutted against his mouth, bruising the back of his throat. He wouldn’t be able to talk when they were done but Buck was willing to accept that if it meant he got to know how Eddie sounded when he came.
Buck’s jaw ached, saliva pouring out of his mouth, mixing with the taste of pre-cum. And when Eddie came? God, it was like angels singing to Buck. It was the most beautiful noise in the world. He swallowed Eddie’s cum down greedily, sucking Eddie’s cock, paying special attention to the sensitive tip, tracing very vein with the tip of his tongue, committing the taste and feel to memory.
“Okay, okay, baby. That’s enough, come up here,” Eddie’s voice was soft as he coaxed Buck up onto the couch beside him. “You did so good for me,” Eddie zipped up his jeans, then wrapped his arms around Buck.
“Eddie-” Buck rasped, voice rough from the abuse his throat had just taken.
“Shh,” Eddie guided his head into the crook of his neck. “No more apologizing. I should’ve told you sooner, I should’ve known that you needed to hear it aloud.” Buck’s confusion melted away at the feeling of Eddie’s lips on the side of his neck, just below his ear. “No one else stands a chance when I can have you.”
Russ stared you down, hands on his hips. What was it about having blood on their face that made a man even hotter? You weren’t sure, but the split lip was working for Russell Shaw more than you wanted to admit. You had known the Shaw brothers growing up and when Russ needed to lay low after a job gone wrong, he had shown up at your apartment to stay out of trouble.
Then the trouble had found you.
Russ had made it clear, his gravely and low when he’d tucked you into your closet with a spare gun in your shaking hands, that you weren’t to come out under any circumstances unless he told you to. Which… you had disregarded completely.
Now that the police were gone, Russ looked just like he did the first time you’d ignored his caution and climbed too high in a tree as a kid, leading to a broken leg and a fearsome lecture from the older boy who had always been protective of you.
“What the hell were you thinking? I had it under control,” Russ grabbed your chin between his fingers, turning your head right to left, his green eyes checking you for any injuries. “You could have been hurt, sweetheart.” His sharp tone dropped off into something noticeably softer, his fingers releasing your chin, hand sliding up to cup his cheek.
“I thought you were in trouble.” You leaned into his touch, giving Russ the puppy dog eyes that had gotten you out of trouble dozens of times before. But tonight was different; there was a lingering tension in Russell’s jaw and in his broad shoulders.
“Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to you?” Russell tilted your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes. Not for the first time in your life, you found yourself lost in the green orbs, a warmth starting in your gut before spreading outwards.
“I’m okay, Russ.” Your words didn’t seem to reach him, his hand sliding down to your throat, his thumb tilting your chin back until you felt an uncomfortable stretch in your neck. He applied a small amount of pressure to your neck and you didn’t pull away or ask what the hell he thought he was doing. You were under Russell Shaw’s spell, like you always had been.
And he was realizing it in real time before you.
“You’re normally so good for me,” Russell’s voice was quiet but rough. He was testing you, seeing just how far he could go, what he could do, where the boundaries were. Russell was the type who liked to know the rules before he decided to break them. “You’re normally such a good girl.” His eyes were trained on you, watching intently for your reaction. But you were putty in his hands. A smirk spread across his face, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “But tonight you were a bad girl and do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“They get punished?” Your breathy whisper only served to deepen Russell’s smirk, the sight of it sending a bolt of excitement and arousal through you, warmth spreading through your body from your head to your toes.
As kids, punishment would have been him lecturing you but the tension between the two of you was enough to tell you that you’d be getting much more than a lecture. And your body was vibrating with anticipation and excitement at the prospect.
Russ released your neck, then sat down on the bed beside you. You held your breath, biting your lip at the two-day stubble on his sharp jaw, the way his green eyes were filled with a level of desire that had never been pointed at you before. He patted his lap twice and that’s all it took.
You laid yourself over his lap, breaths uneven, body shuddering at the tension between the two of you.
His hand settled on your ass, drawing out a pent-up whine from years of imagining him touching you like that.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He rasped, the gravely tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Russell toyed with the waistband of your sweats. “Lift your hips, darlin’.” And then he slid your sweats and panties down in one go.
Russell spent time massaging your ass, his calloused hand rough against the delicate skin. Each passing moment was beautiful torture and you could feel yourself getting wet with the attention.
“Russ, please,” You begged softly, wriggling in his lap. His deep chuckle did nothing to quell the need rapidly building inside of you.
“Good girls get rewards.” The bastard was enjoying dragging things out, making you squirm, you knew it from the sound of his voice.
“Russ-” Your complaints were silenced as his hand came down on your right cheek, hard and firm. And then your left. Again and again, praising you between strikes.
“Good girl, let me hear how sorry you are,” Russell paused for a moment, soothing the red, warm skin. “God, you look even better with my hand print on your ass. Should’ve done this a long time ago.” He groaned before landing another harsh strike, rubbing soothing circles when you yelped, your throat getting raw. “You did so good, darlin’. You’ve been such a good girl and good girls get a reward.”
You moaned as his thick fingers slid between your thighs, pushing them apart just enough to run his fingers through your wet folds, finding them drenched.
“That’s right, moan for me, baby,” Russell slid a finger into you easily and you could feel just how aroused he had gotten from spanking you, the proof pressing into your stomach. The punishment, if you could call it that, had also put you on edge. It didn’t take long for him to work you up.
The sensation of his thick finger moving in and out of you, your walls gripping the digit as he varied the pace just to see which speed made you moan loudest, it was dizzying. And when his thumb found your clit as a second finger slid inside of you, you were gone, crying out Russell’s name as he fucked you with his fingers through your orgasm.
warnings! fluff and smut, thigh riding (duh), Buddie causing paperwork
“And why aren’t you in bed?” You came up behind Bobby, kissing his temple. Your boyfriend, Bobby, was sitting at the kitchen table of your shared apartment. He looked stressed enough that if his hair wasn’t already silver, it would’ve been soon.
“I’m just finishing up paperwork,” Bobby sighed, scooting back from the table to give you space to settle on his lap and you did. You settled on his right thigh, resting your head on his shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his neck. “Buck decided to jump off of a bridge to save someone in the water, against orders.”
The exhaustion in his voice at the troublesome firefighter’s action was a familiar sound.
“Let me guess, Eddie jumped in after him?”
“Of course he did,” Bobby gestured in frustration with his hands before they fell to your hips. “Buck grabbed the patient and Eddie grabbed him.”
“How much longer do you think the paperwork will take?” You asked, kissing a small scar on his chin that was hidden by day-old stubble. Bobby sighed,
“Too long.” He used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth, the subtle movement more than enough to draw out a soft moan as the rough denim of his jeans grazed against your clit.
You hadn’t been wearing panties beneath your sleep shirt, which was supposed to be a surprise for Bobby when he came to bed, except he hadn’t come to bed.
“That’s my girl,” Bobby praised. “Make those sweet sounds for me while I finish these reports?” He kissed your forehead, sending a wave of affection through you, making you feel warm and fuzzy all over.
“Whatever will make you finish these reports faster,” You kissed his neck before resting your hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to move your hips.
Every movement against the fabric drew out a different moan or whimper, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
“Bobby,” You whined, kissing his neck, every nerve in your body tingling with need and desire. “Love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Bobby turned his head to give you a quick kiss before focusing back on the paperwork in front of him. If this wasn’t part of your weekly routine, maybe you would’ve been offended by Bobby not giving you more attention while you were grinding yourself against his leg like a dog in heat.
“Baby, baby, baby,” You moaned as you got closer to the edge of release, hips faltering as you felt the orgasm building. “Need help,” You kissed his neck with a whine.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” You heard his pen drop before his hands settled on your hips. Bobby captured your lips in a sweet kiss, hands guiding your movements until your moans drowned out everything else in the apartment, from the running dishwasher to the clothes in the dryer, all of it was lost in the sounds of your lust. “That’s my girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”
And you did, soaking the denim of his jeans, body trembling as the orgasm washed over you in waves. When the trembling stopped, Bobby peppered your face with kisses.
“Are you going to stay out here while I finish or do you want to wait for me in bed?” He asked, rubbing circles into your back.
“I’m going to stay here,” You murmured, tucking your face into his neck. Bobby chuckled, the sound full of affection. He kept one hand on your back, cradling you to his chest as he picked up his pen and went back to filling out the paperwork.
Because just as sure as Bobby loved you, being captain at the 118 came with a lot of paperwork.
Russ stared you down, hands on his hips. What was it about having blood on their face that made a man even hotter? You weren’t sure, but the split lip was working for Russell Shaw more than you wanted to admit. You had known the Shaw brothers growing up and when Russ needed to lay low after a job gone wrong, he had shown up at your apartment to stay out of trouble.
Then the trouble had found you.
Russ had made it clear, his gravely and low when he’d tucked you into your closet with a spare gun in your shaking hands, that you weren’t to come out under any circumstances unless he told you to. Which… you had disregarded completely.
Now that the police were gone, Russ looked just like he did the first time you’d ignored his caution and climbed too high in a tree as a kid, leading to a broken leg and a fearsome lecture from the older boy who had always been protective of you.
“What the hell were you thinking? I had it under control,” Russ grabbed your chin between his fingers, turning your head right to left, his green eyes checking you for any injuries. “You could have been hurt, sweetheart.” His sharp tone dropped off into something noticeably softer, his fingers releasing your chin, hand sliding up to cup his cheek.
“I thought you were in trouble.” You leaned into his touch, giving Russ the puppy dog eyes that had gotten you out of trouble dozens of times before. But tonight was different; there was a lingering tension in Russell’s jaw and in his broad shoulders.
“Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to you?” Russell tilted your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes. Not for the first time in your life, you found yourself lost in the green orbs, a warmth starting in your gut before spreading outwards.
“I’m okay, Russ.” Your words didn’t seem to reach him, his hand sliding down to your throat, his thumb tilting your chin back until you felt an uncomfortable stretch in your neck. He applied a small amount of pressure to your neck and you didn’t pull away or ask what the hell he thought he was doing. You were under Russell Shaw’s spell, like you always had been.
And he was realizing it in real time before you.
“You’re normally so good for me,” Russell’s voice was quiet but rough. He was testing you, seeing just how far he could go, what he could do, where the boundaries were. Russell was the type who liked to know the rules before he decided to break them. “You’re normally such a good girl.” His eyes were trained on you, watching intently for your reaction. But you were putty in his hands. A smirk spread across his face, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “But tonight you were a bad girl and do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“They get punished?” Your breathy whisper only served to deepen Russell’s smirk, the sight of it sending a bolt of excitement and arousal through you, warmth spreading through your body from your head to your toes.
As kids, punishment would have been him lecturing you but the tension between the two of you was enough to tell you that you’d be getting much more than a lecture. And your body was vibrating with anticipation and excitement at the prospect.
Russ released your neck, then sat down on the bed beside you. You held your breath, biting your lip at the two-day stubble on his sharp jaw, the way his green eyes were filled with a level of desire that had never been pointed at you before. He patted his lap twice and that’s all it took.
You laid yourself over his lap, breaths uneven, body shuddering at the tension between the two of you.
His hand settled on your ass, drawing out a pent-up whine from years of imagining him touching you like that.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He rasped, the gravely tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Russell toyed with the waistband of your sweats. “Lift your hips, darlin’.” And then he slid your sweats and panties down in one go.
Russell spent time massaging your ass, his calloused hand rough against the delicate skin. Each passing moment was beautiful torture and you could feel yourself getting wet with the attention.
“Russ, please,” You begged softly, wriggling in his lap. His deep chuckle did nothing to quell the need rapidly building inside of you.
“Good girls get rewards.” The bastard was enjoying dragging things out, making you squirm, you knew it from the sound of his voice.
“Russ-” Your complaints were silenced as his hand came down on your right cheek, hard and firm. And then your left. Again and again, praising you between strikes.
“Good girl, let me hear how sorry you are,” Russell paused for a moment, soothing the red, warm skin. “God, you look even better with my hand print on your ass. Should’ve done this a long time ago.” He groaned before landing another harsh strike, rubbing soothing circles when you yelped, your throat getting raw. “You did so good, darlin’. You’ve been such a good girl and good girls get a reward.”
You moaned as his thick fingers slid between your thighs, pushing them apart just enough to run his fingers through your wet folds, finding them drenched.
“That’s right, moan for me, baby,” Russell slid a finger into you easily and you could feel just how aroused he had gotten from spanking you, the proof pressing into your stomach. The punishment, if you could call it that, had also put you on edge. It didn’t take long for him to work you up.
The sensation of his thick finger moving in and out of you, your walls gripping the digit as he varied the pace just to see which speed made you moan loudest, it was dizzying. And when his thumb found your clit as a second finger slid inside of you, you were gone, crying out Russell’s name as he fucked you with his fingers through your orgasm.
Warnings! a LOT. CNC (heavy on the consensual here, people), knife play, mask kink, degradation (praise/aftercare provided), unprotected p in v, rough oral (male receiving), outdoor sex, I might've missed some but in general, it's a dark fun time - you've been warned
Your boyfriends, Buck and Eddie were at work for a twenty-four hour shift. It was both a blessing and a curse, twenty-four hours to do as you pleased around the house, especially since Christopher had decided to stay overnight with Denny for the evening. But you missed them when they were both gone, the house feeling empty without their casual touches, the quick kisses and pats on the butt when they passed by you, the way they bickered and teased.
But they were firefighters and the once-weekly twenty-four hour shift was something the four of you had to accept as a family. You’d taken a bath, caught up on your favorite shows, and everything else on your to-do list. By the time you’d eaten dinner and gotten ready for bed, it was nearly ten o’clock. And then the phone rang.
“Hi, babes,” You laid down on the couch as you picked up the phone. “How’s work going?”
“It’s just me, mi angelito,” Eddie yawned but it sounded forced, like when he was trying to convince you and Buck to go to bed with him early. “How’s our girl?” He asked, avoiding your question but you didn’t have time to call him on it before there was a sound outside, like someone had dropped something heavy.
The sound sent a shiver of awareness through you, the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up. The house that the four of you were renting was farther out, neighbors were in sight but not close, there was no reason for anyone to be near your house.
“Eds, I think I heard something outside,” You whispered, throat tight and dry as you quietly stood from the couch. Of all the nights there had to be a strange noise, it had to be when your boyfriends were at work?
“I’m sure it was nothing,” Eddie’s voice was soothing and calm, like a warm blanket on a cool night. His lack of worry struck you as a little odd but he was a firefighter, a combat veteran, a strange noise probably didn’t rank high on the list of what raised his hackles.
“But what if it was something?” You insisted quietly, tip-toeing down the hallway towards the back door like you were in a spy movie. Or maybe it was a horror movie given the fact that you were home alone. Either way, your heart was beginning to pound in your chest in horrified anticipation.
“I’m sure it’s just a raccoon fighting with that anti-racoon lock Buck put on the trash cans, mi angelito. Take a deep breath,” He took one as an example and you breathed with him. “Close your eyes and take another,” Eddie guided you through it, the familiar routine relaxing.
“I think I need to stop watching horror movies when you two aren’t home,” You chuckled, feeling a little bit better. Then there was a beep as the call dropped and with it went your heart to your stomach. “Eddie?”
You glanced down at your phone, hitting the redial button before realizing that you had no signal.
“As if things couldn’t be any fucking creepier,” You grumbled, looking up and that’s when you saw the reflection of a man wearing a Ghost Face mask behind you.
“"What's Your Favorite Scary Movie?” The man asked, voice deep and unfamiliar.
Your adrenaline spiked, shooting through the roof, and maybe you screamed. You weren’t sure. You dropped your phone, scrambling to unlock the back door as the figure closed the distance between you.
The man cursed quietly as you took off in a run out of the door. Your mind was going to all of the things that Athena told you to do if you were ever in trouble, how Maddie had taught you to scratch at a man’s eyes, and the way Eddie had taught you to throw a punch. All of the knowledge was a jumble in your brain as your fear turned your brain into a playground for basic instinct.
You turned the corner towards the front of the house and suddenly the man was in front of you.
“Trying to run from the fun, sweetheart?” The masked man taunted, striding forward with a deadly confidence as you scrambled back, nearly tripping on the dirt in your bare feet.
“HEL-” A hand smacked down over your mouth, an arm wrapping around your waist, dragging you back against a solid chest.
There were two of them.
Fuck.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” The man behind you asked but your eyes stayed glued to the masked one in front of you, watching as he drew a knife out of his black robes. The one holding you moved his hand from your mouth down to your chest, pushing aside your tank top to grasp at your chest with his large hand.
For a moment, just a single moment, you pressed into the familiar feeling, a soft sound of pleasure escaping before your brain caught up, setting off all the warning signals it could that you were supposed to be scared.
“Let me go,” You panted, struggling against your captor, elbowing him in the stomach. It didn’t seem to phase him.
“Let me go,” He repeated. “I haven’t seen that movie.”
I think I have,” The man with the knife chuckled, the sound rough and low. “It’s the one where two psychopaths share a beautiful woman, isn’t it?” The rush of warmth through your body at the man’s words was dark, shameful even, but you couldn’t help it. Not when the images your mind conjured of that scenario called to a deeper part of you, the one that secretly yearned for something like this.
“You’re right,” The one holding you tweaked your nipples and you bit your lip to keep from making a noise. “I like that movie.”
“Hold her still,” The one with the knife ordered and suddenly you were restrained. The man behind you grabbed both of your arms, holding them tight to keep you from moving, and used his legs to spread yours wide in an instant. If you even could take a step, you’d end up face first on the ground.
It was impossible to tell what the men looked like, what their expressions were behind those Halloween store masks but they had to be enjoying themselves. At least the one behind you was, you could feel his excitement pressing into you and the size and hardness of it made your throat tight for a completely different reason than fear.
“Hold still, sweetheart,” The term of endearment that normally made you blush instead made your stomach churn. You felt the cool metal spine of the knife slip beneath your tank top before it cut through the cotton like butter. “Such a good little victim,” His whisper was distorted by the mask, almost lost in the tearing of fabric.
You wanted to struggle, to fight, but you couldn’t move with how the man behind you was holding your body tight. The whimper that left your lips was scared, pathetic, needy. And it didn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let us hear how you’re enjoying this,” The one behind you bumped his mask against the side of your head, like he was trying to nuzzle you but the plastic was getting in the way.
The knife passed through the neck of the tank top, slicing it in two, the halves opening to expose your chest. The man behind you let go of your arms for a moment and with a level of ease that concerned you, used the torn shirt to knot your hands behind your back.
The privacy fence Eddie had insisted on when the four of you moved into the house came in handy, your top half now bare in the moonlight between two masked men.
“Color?” Buck whispered, no longer disguising his voice, his mask having been lifted so that he could press a kiss behind your ear.
You took stock of the situation, how your body was feeling with your adrenaline running high, the way you were restrained, what you knew was coming next. Then you nodded.
“Green, baby. I’m green.”
“Good girl,” Eddie lifted his mask to kiss your forehead. “If that changes, even if it’s just because you need to take a deep breath, you tell us right away. Okay?”
“I will, babe, I promise,” You wriggled your fingers behind your back to check how tight Buck had tied you, fingertips brushing against his excitement.
“Hey!” Buck pinched your side, “Behave, baby.”
Eddie rolled his eyes at the two of you before pulling his mask back down. Buck’s grip on you tightened, his blunt nails digging into your sides. The scene had resumed.
Without a word, Buck shoved you forward, your wide stance sending you stumbling into Eddie’s chest. You tried to pivot and run, rebounding off of him. Your legs burned from behind stretched but you pushed through the feeling, trying to make it back to the house but the boys were faster.
“A feisty one,” Buck’s voice was farther behind than Eddie’s.
“We’ll have fun breaking you,” Eddie grabbed you by the hips, pulling you to your knees and then the ground, to keep you from hurting yourself on impact. You fought and struggled like it was real, kicking and trying to roll away, but Eddie was stronger. He always had been.
“Little bitch,” The sharp insult from Buck made your kicks falter enough for Eddie to roll you onto your stomach in the grass. Then everything went dark, a mark being pulled over your face, and with your hands bound it was there to stay.
The cool metal of the knife kept you still as Eddie cut your shorts and panties off, leaving you exposed beneath him on the ground, the damp grass tickling your skin.
Eddie spread your legs, settling behind you, and you felt air rush past your face as Buck seemed to settle on the ground before you. Confirmed when your head was jerked up by the chin with one hand, his thumb forcing it’s way through the mesh that covered the mouth hole of the mask.
“The little slut is enjoying this,” Eddie’s degrading words were punctuated by a harsh slap to your right ass cheek, followed by the left, and then right again in quick succession. “She’s dripping wet.” A second smack to the left cheek.
“Pretty little whore,” Buck’s normally sweet voice was tinged with sadism, setting your nerves on edge. You heard their zippers and the rustling of fabric.
Eddie manhandled you onto your knees, spreading your legs wide, tipping your masked face into Buck’s lap. Buck, without hesitation, grabbed your hair through the cloth of the mask, holding your head up as he shoved a finger into your mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your face until your lungs are burning for air and watch as your body writhes in desperation,” His voice was quiet but sharp. “Bring you right to the edge of passing out. But don’t worry sweetheart,” Buck forced a second finger into your mouth and you could feel yourself getting wetter. The fantasy was even better than you had imagined with both of your boyfriends playing the part of pure evil perfectly. “I won’t let you pass out. No, that wouldn’t be fun.”
“You’ll have to feel every second of this,” Eddie thrust into you from behind, deep and hard. Your scream of pleasure and pain was muffled by Buck’s fingers in your mouth, the familiar stretch from Eddie’s cock spreading you open amplified by the scene you had orchestrated together.
“Again and again,” Buck withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock. The salty taste of precum, which was leaking out of the tip like a firehouse making you moan despite yourself. “That’s right, sweetheart. We’re going to keep you. Lock you up, keep you as our little plaything until we break you into nothing but a fleshlight.”
Every thrust from Eddie pushed your mouth further down Buck’s shaft, gagging you over and over again until Buck’s menacing promise came true. Your lungs burned for air, your head going heavy and hazy, body twitching with an instinctual need to fight for life but without the capability to move in any meaningful way.
You knew all you had to do was open and close your hands twice and the whole thing would be over but you didn’t want that. You wanted to keep going, even as your consciousness began to slip.
As if he could read your mind, which, Buck might have been able to after so long together, he pulled your head off of his cock. You coughed and wheezed, trying to get a deep breath as saliva and precum spilled out of your mouth. Once you’d finally stopped wheezing, he pulled your mouth back down, using his grip on your hair through the mask to fuck your mouth roughly.
Behind you, Eddie was grunting, occasionally spanking you, ruining your pussy with every stroke.
“Such a tight fucking hole,” Eddie moaned. “Fucking perfect.” You knew that moan, that he was getting close to the end. You were so worked up from everything that you came within a minute of his calloused thumb finding your clit.
Your orgasm hit hard, knocking all higher functions offline as the boys finished inside of you. Buck and Eddie took a minute to catch their breaths before cutting your hands free.
“Our pretty girl,” Buck praised, gathering you up in his big, strong arms, carrying you into the house. “You did so good for us, didn’t she, Eddie?”
“The best,” Eddie still sounded a bit winded.
The three of you barely fit into the shower together but you made it work, careful hands washing away all traces of the night before they dressed you in soft pajamas - Buck’s shirt and Eddie’s sweats. Then you were in bed, laid between them on your back, being spooned on both sides, whispered praises gliding over your body like silk.
“Are you happy, mi angelito?” Eddie slipped a hand beneath your shirt, resting it on your stomach.
“Very happy,” You murmured sleepily, giving each of them a soft kiss. “Thank you for doing that for me, both of you.”
“I was skeptical at first,” Buck admitted quietly, “That we could treat you like that and you’d enjoy it but I’m glad we did it.” His hand found your breast like it had earlier in the night, massaging it distractedly as he scooched his large body even closer, a leg sliding over your hip. “We love you, baby.”
“We do, mi angelito,” Eddie echoed your other boyfriend, also curling his body around you, until the three of you were a tangled mess of limbs in bed.
Warnings! Bradley is a morning person, reader really likes how he looks when he’s sweaty
“Babe, I’m hoooooommmeee,” You hear Bradley call out, his cheerful voice pulling you out of the nap you’d been taking on the couch since before he’d gone on his morning run two hours ago. You raised up on your elbows to glare at him, sunlight pouring in behind his shirtless figure, hurting your eyes but making the sweat on his tanned skin glisten.
Bradley chuckled at your disgruntled expression, crossing the apartment to flop down on top of you, his weight knocking the air out of your lungs. Your boyfriend peppered your face with kisses, his mustache tickling your face.
“Get off of me,” You grumbled before his lips found yours. Kissing Bradley never got old. From the way his lips moved against yours, to the way his calloused hands cupped your face, tilting your head to get the best angle to slide his tongue against yours.
The salty sweat from his run mingled with his saliva, tickling your tongue, drawing you further and further out of sleep. Your hands slid over his biceps, the slick sensation oddly arousing.
Bradley working out was a daily occurrence and on the rainy days, when he worked out in the living room, sometimes you’d just sit on the couch and watch. Watch as his muscles strained during bicep curls, listened to the way he grunted as he tried to hold a plank, licking your lips as your watched rivulets of sweat move across his skin until you couldn’t take it anymore, interrupting his routine for a surprise cardio session.
“Someone is getting a little less grumpy,” Bradley chuckled, noticing your change in mood, because of course he did. He wrapped his arms around your middle, hauling you up onto his lap and then laid down himself so you were straddling him. “There’s my girl,” Bradley rubbed his hands over your thighs. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, baby,” You whispered back, pressing kisses all over his chest and neck, licking your lips, savoring the salty taste. “How tired are you from your workout?” You asked, licking a stripe up his neck.
Bradley groaned, head dropping back against the cushions. “Never too tired for some cardio with my favorite workout partner."
...sunlight pouring in behind his shirtless figure... then Bradley chuckled at your disgruntled expression
That is the only acceptable way to wake me up. You know with being in the navy that man is up at zero dark thirty in the morning, so him being gone, it's maybe 7am. Yeah. I'd be disgruntled. You better be walking in shirtless.
...when he worked out in the living room, sometimes you’d just sit on the couch and watch...
Yeah I'd watch. Have you seen this man?!
“There’s my girl,” Bradley rubbed his hands over your thighs. "Good morning, baby."
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“Never too tired for some cardio with my favorite workout partner."
AAAAAHHHHH!!!! I didn't even realize you were awake and now I have this beautiful quote reblog from you 💗💗💗
Zero dark thirty, you get the vibes here. The man might've been gone for a couple of hours but it's still too damn early.
Now that I'm thinking about it, this early morning wakeup has a very similar vibe to the comfort drabble where Roo is trying to get his girl out of bed on a cold morning
Warnings! Bradley is a morning person, reader really likes how he looks when he’s sweaty
“Babe, I’m hoooooommmeee,” You hear Bradley call out, his cheerful voice pulling you out of the nap you’d been taking on the couch since before he’d gone on his morning run two hours ago. You raised up on your elbows to glare at him, sunlight pouring in behind his shirtless figure, hurting your eyes but making the sweat on his tanned skin glisten.
Bradley chuckled at your disgruntled expression, crossing the apartment to flop down on top of you, his weight knocking the air out of your lungs. Your boyfriend peppered your face with kisses, his mustache tickling your face.
“Get off of me,” You grumbled before his lips found yours. Kissing Bradley never got old. From the way his lips moved against yours, to the way his calloused hands cupped your face, tilting your head to get the best angle to slide his tongue against yours.
The salty sweat from his run mingled with his saliva, tickling your tongue, drawing you further and further out of sleep. Your hands slid over his biceps, the slick sensation oddly arousing.
Bradley working out was a daily occurrence and on the rainy days, when he worked out in the living room, sometimes you’d just sit on the couch and watch. Watch as his muscles strained during bicep curls, listened to the way he grunted as he tried to hold a plank, licking your lips as your watched rivulets of sweat move across his skin until you couldn’t take it anymore, interrupting his routine for a surprise cardio session.
“Someone is getting a little less grumpy,” Bradley chuckled, noticing your change in mood, because of course he did. He wrapped his arms around your middle, hauling you up onto his lap and then laid down himself so you were straddling him. “There’s my girl,” Bradley rubbed his hands over your thighs. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, baby,” You whispered back, pressing kisses all over his chest and neck, licking your lips, savoring the salty taste. “How tired are you from your workout?” You asked, licking a stripe up his neck.
Bradley groaned, head dropping back against the cushions. “Never too tired for some cardio with my favorite workout partner."
Warnings! Pet play (duh), oral (male receiving), leg humping?, kinard bashing if you squint
It had started as a joke. Everyone called him a golden retriever, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault that the description fit Buck so well. But one thing had led to another and now Eddie Diaz was sitting on the living room sofa in the middle of the day, while Christopher was at school, with his fly undone and cock out as his boyfriend gave him the sloppiest, no-hands blowjob known to man.
His boyfriend who was wearing a leather collar with Eddie’s name on it.
His boyfriend, who was wearing a butt plug with a soft, blonde tail that swished side to side when he crawled across the floor.
It had been a little strange at first, to treat Buck like a puppy when the mood arose, but the hazy, no-thoughts, empty head look in Buck’s blue eyes when Eddie called him a good little puppy had done away with any reservations by the second time Buck had come out of their bedroom wearing his collar.
Eddie wrapped his fingers around the supple, brown leather, using it to guide Buck’s deliciously hot mouth up and down in a more steady fashion.
“Good boy, Buck. Such a good boy for me,” Eddie grunted and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tail swish as Buck’s excitement at the praise made his hips wriggle. “Good boy, tap my thigh if it gets too much,” Eddie instructed softly before sinking his fingers into Buck’s soft curls.
Eddie held Buck’s head in place, frantically thrusting up, moaning and cursing as he lost himself in pleasure. Buck, ever so eager, wriggled his hips, trying to push his head down to take even more of Eddie into his mouth. Eddie corrected him with a sharp smack to the ass.
“Stay still, Buck,” Eddie scolded but he was a sucker for Buck, giving the man what he wanted, lowering Buck’s head down to take even more until Eddie was battering the back of Buck’s throat with every stroke until he came hard.
Eddie’s hands fell from Buck’s hair but the younger man knew what to do without instruction. He lapped Eddie clean before crawling onto the floor, giving Eddie a perfect view of his ass as Buck circled twice - an objectively hilarious sight, such a large man circling around on his hands and knees with a tail - before settling at Eddie’s feet.
Buck rested his chin on Eddie’s knee, letting out a truly pathetic whine. Eddie let the whining go one for a few seconds, catching his breath as he put away his soft cock before looking down at Buck’s big, blue eyes.
“Go ahead, puppy. You deserve your reward for being such a good boy,” Eddie cooed softly.
Buck laid his upper half over Eddie’s knee and thigh, nuzzling his face into Eddie’s side as he began to rut his hard cock against the rough denim of Eddie’s jeans, whining and whimpering for maybe a minute before spilling all over Eddie’s leg and shoe.
“Good boy,” Eddie praised, running a hand over Buck’s bare back. “Come back on the couch, puppy. I want to nap with my puppy.” Buck’s soft, tired whine sent a warm bolt of satisfaction through Eddie’s chest because he knew that no one else could ever make Buck so happy, that Buck had never trusted anyone in his long line of exes and hookups with this side of him.
Eddie quickly rid himself of his dirty shoes and jeans before laying down on the couch, patting his chest for the larger man to lay on top of him.
“You okay, cariño?” Eddie checked on his partner, dragging a blanket over them. Buck nodded silently, pressing his face into Eddie’s neck. “I love you.”
Everyone called him a golden retriever, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault that the description fit Buck so well.
I mean look at him. He is.
...as his boyfriend gave him the sloppiest, no-hands blowjob known to man.
Hot. That image is just fucking hot.
His boyfriend who was wearing a leather collar with Eddie’s name on it.
🫠 Oh my 😮💨🥵
...but the hazy, no-thoughts, empty head look in Buck’s blue eyes when Eddie called him a good little puppy.
Sub space is such a nice place. And Buck is absolutely the sub of the two.
“Good boy, Buck. Such a good boy for me,”
Eddie held Buck’s head in place, frantically thrusting up, moaning and cursing as he lost himself in pleasure.
the back of Buck’s throat with every stroke until he came hard.
Eddie’s chest because he knew that no one else could ever make Buck so happy, that Buck had never trusted anyone in his long line of exes and hookups with this side of him.
patting his chest for the larger man to lay on top of him.
“You okay, cariño?” Eddie checked on his partner, dragging a blanket over them. Buck nodded silently, pressing his face into Eddie’s neck.
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This fic was low key funny to write because I had to sit with the fact that Eddie's "I'm not allowed to enjoy myself" brain with the fact that he would do anything to make Buck happy, and play off of that.
