#daddy cyclone pls

[bradshawssugarbaby]

HELLO???? i did not know i needed this at 5:30 am but apparently i did ✋🏼🥵

One Night Stand in Fightertown

Summary: You've just arrived in Fightertown and meet a mysterious, older man who intrigues you. Drunk and horny, you agree to spend the night, but what happens in the morning?

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Cyclone so please be kind! Please note GIF was all I could find for smut, so please do not focus on the woman's attributes (Or the fact that she's wearing a fucking bra?!?! Wtf is that about? How's he supposed to suck your tits?)

Song they're listening to on the jukebox is Otis Redding's "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay."

Warnings: 🔞, smutty, smut, smut, very little plot, unprotected sex, impact play, daddy kink

“You sure I can’t take you to dinner, honey? It’s your first night in town and you don’t know a soul,” your father said in a concerned voice. 

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said with a laugh at his overprotectiveness. “I just need a night to myself,” you explained. 

“Ok, I know when I’m not wanted,” he guilt-tripped you. 

“Are you going to be this clingy now that I live in the same city?” you teased. “I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast,” you reminded him before ending the call and shoving your cell into your back pocket. Heading back inside the bar your roommate recommended, you ordered another drink and meandered over to the worn out juke box. 

You bit your lip and tilted your head as you read the selections, trying to decide which tune to play. You finally chose a familiar song and punched the yellowed buttons with your index finger slowly, your buzz catching up to you faster than you realized as you stopped yourself from pushing the six instead of the eight. As your song began to play, you swayed your hips to the music, feeling pleasantly warm and happy in your own little bubble. 

Tonight was about relaxation and a fresh start. You needed to have some fun and clear your head before work started. You tried not to think about work now though as you stood by the open window, breathing in the sea air. You’d finally made it to California and you were going to enjoy yourself.

“Ottis Redding, nice choice,” you heard a deep voice say behind you. You spun around to see a dark, handsome man standing behind you and your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of him. He had muscular arms, a broad chest and trim waist, accentuated by the tight t-shirt and jeans he wore. It was casual, but stylish. The ruggedness of his jawline was punctuated by the slightest hint of stubble and you noted how there was tinge of gray there. You raised an eyebrow at him. An older man, you thought. This could be interesting. Not like the boys who usually tried and failed to capture your attention. 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You didn’t want to appear overly eager, but his gaze was already making heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’m impressed that you know it,” he said continuing to compliment you. He stepped closer, placing his beer on the table beside you.

“Well, he’s one of my dad’s favorites so I sort of had to form an appreciation early on,” you rambled. 

“Ooh, hitting me with that already. How old do you think I am, sweetheart?” he said with a playful wince. 

You held your hands up in mock protest, “No, no. I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. You were wondering how I knew the song,” you said trying to defend yourself. 

He smirked at you and you saw a glint in his eye as he extended a hand to you, “No offense taken. My name’s Beau. What’s yours?”

“Y/n,” you said shaking his hand and feeling your hand slip into his large, rough grasp. He held you there for a moment, locking eyes with you and you swore his breath hitched. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he said. “Now that we’ve established your taste in music and my age, let’s move on to something more important. You want to dance with me?” You nodded, placing your drink next to his on the table and held your breath as you felt him slide his arm around your waist. 

The rest of the night was a blur of drinks, easy conversation and several rounds of pool. You were delighted to learn that your skills were far superior to his and threw your head back with laughter as he cursed at the accuracy of your bank shots. Soon it was last call and Beau’s hand was on the small of your back. You didn’t hesitate as he lead you out of the bar for a walk along the beach. 

“I can’t believe you haven’t been given a tour of the city yet,” he said. “I was sure a hundred servicemen would have offered by now,” he said glancing at you with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Nope,” you shrugged. “But I just got in today.”

“Ah, that’s it’s then,” he said with a shake of his head.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve been around military types my whole life. I’m not the type of girl who swoons over a uniform,” you said matter-of-factly, staring out over the ocean. 

“Really? Well, what does make you swoon then?” he asked, stopping suddenly.

You turned to look at him slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder seductively. “Let’s just say I like men, not boys.” Leaning into him for a deep kiss you whispered against his lips, “Besides, the only place in town I’d like to see right now is the inside of your bedroom.” You felt him smirk as he ran a hand down to grab your ass. 

“You giving the orders now?” he asked in a low voice.

“We can negotiate. I have a feeling you know what you’re doing,” you said biting your lip. 

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You arrived at Beau’s house in record time and he escorted you inside with the urgency of a man who wanted you badly. He pushed you against the wall and removed your shirt immediately. You allowed him to pin you, wanting to feel his weight against you at last. It was as satisfying as you had imagined. He wasn’t timid, wedging a knee between your legs and pressing it into your throbbing cunt in one swift motion that left you breathless. He rocked into you as his mouth worked yours open in a desperate kiss, pushing your hands from your body. He grabbed your wrists suddenly and pinned them over your head as his tongue delved deeper into your mouth, exploring and tasting you as low growls escaped his throat. You moaned in pleasure at the thought of him ravaging you.

When he broke away, you raked your nails through his thick hair and pushed his head toward your neck. He began pressing kisses to your jugular vein and then your collar bone, not wanting to miss an inch of your delicate skin. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe playfully as one hand massaged your breast. Unhooking your bra for better access, he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you nearly screamed at the contact.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” you cried out wantonly. You felt him smirk against your chest and he scooped you up in to his arms, carrying you toward his bedroom. When you arrived at the meticulously appointed room, he threw you onto the bed and you squealed as you bounced off the mattress. Beau laughed as he lifted his t-shirt and threw it over his head. You gasped viewing his perfectly defined chest and ab muscles in the dim light. He looked as though he had been carved from stone and you pushed up on your knees, crawling toward him and reaching out a hand to trace your fingers over his cut lines. He grabbed your hand and began to suck on your index and middle fingers while gazing at you intently. Your breath caught in your chest as you watched his eyes darken, feeling your clit pulse against your jeans. 

Holding you by your wrist he instructed, “Lay back and show me what you like.” Then he quickly removed his pants and then your jeans. Now nothing stood in your way save for the tiny, lace thong you wore. You traced the delicate fabric with your wet fingers, then stretched it to the side to pump your fingers in lazily. You shivered suddenly and he asked, “Are you cold?” You bit your lip and nodded. Moving closer to you, he offered, “Can I warm you up?” You removed your fingers and watched as his large hand came to rest over your cunt. Soon you felt the warmth from his palm radiate over you as you struggled to breathe normally. 

You swallowed harshly, wanting him to finger you, suck you…anything but this torture of waiting. Finally, he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to your clothed pussy. It was so delicate and sweet you barely registered anything had happened. Was he joking? you thought. You reached out and grabbed hold of his head, attempting to pull him back to where you needed him most.

His reaction was harsh, jerking your underwear down to deliver a stinging slap to your pussy as you hissed in surprise and pain. He chuckled as he looked up at you, “Don’t be impatient, baby. Promise I’m gonna take good care of your sweet little pussy.” Then he leaned down to soothe you with a full kiss to your lower lips that felt so good you dropped your head back onto the bedding with a whimper. 

Diving in to take your clit into his waiting lips, he sucked hard, making you see stars. He treated you exactly the way he promised and as you bucked your hips into his face, chasing your high, you wished his attention to your sensitive bud would never end. You began chanting his name like a prayer as he lapped and sucked, adding his fingers to your pulsing cunt. The sounds of his digits entering your wetness, made the most obscene squelching noises, but you didn’t care as you raised your hips to him, begging for more. His fingers hooked inside of you in just the right spot and you began panting with your impending orgasm. “That’s it, let go for me,” Beau urged. “Cum on my fingers, honey,” he said as he stroked your walls expertly and that was all it took to make you come undone, crying out loudly and shaking beneath him. 

When you finally came back down to earth, you realized Beau was still holding you against the mattress with one arm across your hips. You hadn’t realized the force of your orgasm and rolled your head from side to side to shake the fog from your brain. What had he done to you? He rose from the edge of the bed and hovered over you to kiss you full. You tasted yourself on his tongue and desire set into you once again. You reached down to grasp him through his boxer shorts and felt how hard he was for you. 

Pushing up onto your elbows you tugged at his shorts eagerly as though unwrapping a present. As you freed his cock, you gasped at his size and licked your lips in anticipation. Running a hand behind your head he asked, “Won’t be a problem will it?” You shook your head and took him in hand, trying to close your fist around his thick length. He extended a hand to steady himself against the wall as you sat up to take him into your waiting mouth. You lapped at the precum that was leaking from his tip savoring the taste of him as you licked ever so slowly. Finally he took your chin in his hand reprimanding you, “Don’t tease me.” The sharpness of his words sent heat straight through to your core and you began taking him into your mouth inch by inch. He stroked your cheek with his thumb as he let out a contented sigh, but the moment of tenderness ended when he began thrusting. You relaxed your throat to take him as deeply as possible, but still gagged harshly on a particularly deep stroke, saliva dripping down your chin. Beau withdrew to give you a rest and you took the opportunity to raise up and plant your hands on his chest, pushing him to the mattress firmly. 

You swung a leg over his torso, mounting him before he could protest and sunk down onto his cock in one quick movement, closing your eyes as you relished the exquisite feeling of being stretched to the hilt. You lifted your hips and sank back down again just to experience it again. You released a shaky breath and felt Beau’s hand come up to brush the hair from your face. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said breathlessly. His hands rose to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples as you rode him. 

He couldn’t keep his hands from your hips for long though. He kneaded the flesh, sinking his nails into you and you knew you’d have bruises by morning. The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls was too good for you to mind. You loved the mixture of pain and pleasure melding as you took what you needed from him. You could tell he was enjoying himself as well, the way he looked up at you with an awe-filled gaze. 

Your second orgasm was building quickly and your legs were tiring. Beau noticed you slow down and took control of your movements, clamping his large hands at your hips and dragging you over him again and again. Just as you were about to scream out with your release, he lifted you off him and you were left panting and confused. “Get on your knees,” he commanded and you obeyed without question.

You stuck your ass up for him and he brought a hand down over your cheek, watching it jiggle. Intoxicated by the sight, he repeated the action again on the opposite side before rubbing a hand over your stinging flesh. “Please, please fuck me, Daddy” you whined in desperate need of relief, pushing back into him. And then you stilled, suddenly wondering what he might think of the nickname. 

Using a knee to spread your legs further apart, he chuckled, then replied, “What did I tell you about patience, little one?” 

Relieved and excited that he enjoyed your little game, you answered breathlessly, “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”

You swallowed thickly as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance and pushed the thick head into you with a low groan as he savored the feeling of your warmth. When he resumed thrusting, the pace was punishing, so much so that your legs began to tremble. Finally, they gave out entirely and you collapsed flat on your stomach, but Beau didn’t stop. He kept pounding into you, one hand on your hip and one hand intertwined with yours on the mattress. “Taking me so well, sweetheart,” he praised. 

Without warning you came around him and the feeling of your tight, velvety walls milking him was all it took to trigger his own release. He spilled inside you and you moaned at the feeling of his seed filling you to the brim. "Fuck," he groaned, hot breath hitting the back of your neck as the waves of pleasure engulfed you both. He kept his weight off you, resting on one arm, but stayed inside you a moment longer as he placed kisses along your shoulder. “You were incredible,” he murmured against your skin.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you said with a giggle.

“Let me help you clean up,” he said, uncoupling from you to stand and disappeared into the en suite bathroom. When he returned he gently wiped between your thighs with a warm washcloth and kissed you softly as he cupped your cheek. “Do you want to stay the night? I could use a good night’s rest with a beautiful woman,” he asked with a charming smile. You nodded and snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest and carded a hand over his chest hair until you fell into a deep, uninterrupted slumber. 

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You woke before dawn, an old habit having been raised in a military household. Dressing as quietly as possible, you glanced over your shoulder at Beau as you left still in disbelief of the incredible evening you’d had. You jotted down a note and your number on a pad in the kitchen before leaving for your apartment. You knew you’d have to rush in order to be on base in time for your first day. Shit, I promised to meet dad for breakfast, you thought. And you moved even faster to be ready on time. 

Miraculously, you made it and had an uneventful meal. After you finished eating, your dad gave you a tour and introduced you to a few people to make you feel welcome. As you were leaving to go to work, he joked with you that your normally pristine bun was a little out of place this morning. “Did my little girl have a wild night or something?” he teased, patting you on the shoulder. You nearly spit out your coffee before realizing he was joking. As Beau rounded the corner looking handsome in his uniform you were hit with a wave of shock and actually did spill your coffee. 

As you stooped to clean the spill with a napkin, your father greeted him. “Good morning admiral!”

Fuck, they know each other! Of course, they know each other! you thought, wanting to sink into the floor.

“Good morning!” Beau called out in a clear voice. Knowing you couldn’t avoid him forever if you worked on base together, you collected yourself and stood as straight as possible, giving him a salute. 

He saluted in return and said, “At ease, lieutenant…” then paused as he read your nameplate. “Bates?” he said looking from you to your father. “Any relation?” he asked nervously.

“Beau, this is my daughter, y/n,” your father said proudly. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said extending your hand a bit too quickly. You searched his eyes to see if he would play along and he did, allowing you to release the breath you’d been holding.

“I have to return to my desk now. Do you think you can find your way, honey?” your father asked.

“I think so. Thanks for breakfast, Daddy,” you said with a nod and he turned to leave you and Beau standing in the hallway looking at each other. 

Beau took a step closer to you once your father had left asking, “Warlock is your father?”

“You’re Vice Admiral Simpson?” you countered in a panicked whisper. “This is going to be awkward,” you noted. 

“Why would it be awkward?” Beau asked, pretending not to understand. He hooked his fingers into your belt loops and pulled you toward him slowly until you were flush with his body and tilted your chin up toward his smug face. “Because you call me daddy too?”

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[isitovernow-ootw]

i keep seeing people interpreting the tattood golden retriever line as meaning little ttpd is about ratty. my feeling is that that song is one of the best examples of how the album intertwines & compares both muses

here's some of the lines that seem to be pretty clearly about one or the other. I cut out the chorus but in my view it applies to both

joe mh both

So basically the first verse would be joe, second verse both, and bridge mh. i almost wonder if "tattooed golden retriever" itself is a combination of the two, but I'm not as sure about that.

the second verse also could just be mh exclusively, but to me it feels like it's likening the two. smoke is used in referenced to both of them in different songs, both have mental health issues

"i chose this cyclone with you" feels like the thesis of both relationships in slightly different ways. for joe it's I swore I'd stay no matter what, I put all my hopes and dreams into this, I'm with you even if it makes me blue. for mh it's also i put all my hopes and dreams into this, but with more of a but daddy i love him / i can fix him (no really i can) vibe. "I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"

and those two versions of "I chose this cyclone with you" are also basically a summary of the first verse and the bridge, respectively.

"I've seen this episode and and still love the show" vs "it's meant to be 'cause we're crazy"

this comparison to me is a big part of what the album is about (obviously there's a lot going on beyond that & still figuring things out) and I think it's kind of incapsulated in this song.

pls let me know your thoughts on this and if you agree or disagree!! obviously this is super new & this is just what I'm thinking right now + may change after settling in with the album and hearing other thoughts

[rhettabbotts]

Pairing Req: Sugar Daddy Cyclone x f!reader

Fluff Prompt: [ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye

Reader is a single mom civilian that owns a bakery near The Hard Deck so that’s how they met.

One day Mav is hosting a party at The Hard Deck and reader is providing the cake/sweets when she spots her daughter chatting with Cyclone and he’s looking at the young girl with so much care as if she were his.

Afterwards Cyclone finds reader and they enjoy a fluffy intimate kiss.

I love the love Cyclone is receiving!!

this is so cute pls!!!!!

you were apologizing profusely to mav when you showed up with your daughter on your hip. her sitter had to back out last minute and there was no one else that could watch her. he was so understanding and all of the pilots were obsessed with her!!!

you saw beau walk in and your heart nearly stopped. he looked so good in a pair of khakis and white button up. the sleeves rolled to his elbows, showcasing his strong forearms. he knew you had a daughter but had not met her yet and you couldn’t believe today was gonna be the day.

you were handing out the sweets when you looked up and saw beau bent down at nearly eye level with your daughter. she was talking a mile a minute and he just smiled and nodded his head, looking over at you every so often. you could tell that he really cared about what she was saying.

afterwards, you were cleaning everything up, knowing that she was safe with phoenix and bob. beau offered to help carry things to your car.

“i’m so sorry it happened this way, i wanted it to be more planned out,” you were rambling as you were placing the dishes into the back of your car.

he placed his finger under your chin and made you look at him, before placing a soft, barely there kiss to your lips to silence you.

“she’s just like you, you know.”

[1space-geek1]

YO PARTY PPL. TIS I, I HOMOSEXYAL FANFIC WRITER!!

So here is my intro/request rules!!

My names opossum!(not actually but having an online persona is cool as balls!)

I'm a Minor!! (Idc how old you are as long as ur not 11 or under (pls get off this app there's some nasty crap here)

I'm an artist, gamer, and fanfic reader and writer!!

I guess I'll say that some of my fav characters are: sniper(tf2), junkrat(overwatch), floofty(bugsnax), Hi_5(glitch techs), and there are so many more!!

Now onto the rules part...

when requesting just comment, use the ask button(this is perferred) or do whatever you need to to let me know, once you've requested please be patient! I'll get to it eventually! To request on my page you gotta atheist be 12. If I find out you're under without telling me I'll block you and won't do ur request! (Sorry I just don't think 11 year Olds need to be reading about them n a character making out or smthn plus it makes me uncomfortable)

For requests! \/

I WILL WRITE:

-hcs

-oneshots occasionally

-prompts for multiple characters (EX: "could you do the mercy with a _______ s/o?")

- I'll write scenarios

- fluff

-angst

-deathcrap

-sad stuff (it fuels My love for making others cry with happiness or sadness)

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

-Nsfw

-smut

-character x character

-lemon

-lime

-ANYTHING SEX RELATED OML

-long ass oneshots

-oc x character

-super specific crap

-racism, homophobia, pedophilia, etc

Fandoms u write for:

Bugsnax: all characters

Atlantis: Only Vinny LMFAO

Overwatch: all characters

Tf2: all mercs

Steven universe: anyone but steven

The owl house: all characters

Mummy/daddy I'm a zombie: all characters

Ruby gloom: all characters

Back to the outback: all characters minus the children

The book of life: all characters

The nightmare before Christmas: anyone but the boogie boys

Ride the cyclone: all characters

[beachbabey]

i didn’t know i needed Daddy Cyclone and his little until that last blurb. Now I am begging for more pls 👉👈

…..I may have another piece coming out after I finish work tomorrow….. who knows???

[zablife]

Could I request 🤵🏻‍♂️ kiss and tell + cyclone or Jake if you arent doing Beau yet pls <3

He doesn't remember when it happened, but the playful nickname stuck and now it's part of your dynamic. You are more than happy to oblige, unless you're lost in the moment and today you're a goner. "Beau!" you cry out as he bottoms out once more, pubic bone brushing your clit with a fast downward stroke. Suddenly he stills within you and grabs your throat, bringing you crashing back to reality. "What the fuck did you say?" You gulp, trying to remember. He tightens his grasp trying to get a response and your eyes focus on him as you bite your lip, knowing you fucked up. "I mean, Daddy," you correct yourself breathlessly, pushing your hips off the mattress to encourage him to keep going. He drops a hand to your side to pin you down as he moves his lips closer to yours. Ghosting over you so you can feel his breath mingle with yours he whispers, "That's right. Try not to forget again, princess. I don't want to have to punish you, but I will." You nod obediently as he begins to thrust so deeply you see stars.

🤵🏻‍♂️Kiss and tell~Request a NSFW head canon about your fave character.

For my 1K celebration. Masterpost here.

[green-socks]

“You know your worth, kitten. You need to remember it.”

When I tell you that that made me squirm more than any dirty talk ever. I just alskdåfläelfäs you know???

Devotion | Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson/F!Reader.

Devotion

Summary: After a party, Beau reminds you not only of your worth, but who you’re devoted to.  1,347 words Female/AFAB reader.  This is a consenting D/s relationship between two adults.  Warning: Explicit MINORS DNI. Consenting D/s relationship, spitting, oral (male receiving) face fucking, oral (female receiving)  Notes:  @rule107​ is entirely to blame for this for this. They sent me a lovely tasty photo of Jon, and well this happened. Likes are appreciated, comments and sharing feeds the muses. Thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate it, and it means the most. 

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[ravensmadreads]

Fantasies

-- I would like to apologise if this isn't great but I have a rager of a headache but this was rotting my brain and needed to get out lol

Tw. MINORS LEAVE NOW 18+, P in V sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, dirty fantasies (duh.), slapping, etc.

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Warlock seems to take ages to go down to the showers. Beau gets why, they always get rowdy after a certain time and as the superior officer it’s up to them to keep the peace, which is exactly why he’s not going yet. 

Well, that and …

The door shuts and he jumps up from his bunk to lock it. Rear Admiral Bates will be gone for twenty minutes but Beau still feels the need to hurry as he wrestles his belt off and drops his uniform to the ground. Seconds later, he’s naked in the middle of the room, kneeling underneath his bunk to remove his suitcase and fish out the half empty bottle of lube. 

He tries not to think too much about what he’s about to do. He tries to keep these thoughts away from his mind at all times, really but especially when he’s about to jerk off at the mere thought of you. You have plagued him since the first day you arrived, thoughts of your perfect tits and round ass swirl around his brain at all hours of the day. Sometimes, he finds it impossible to function, impossible to work, or sleep, until he’s cummed to the thought of taking you in the dingey base showers, or eating you out on his desk. 

At first he tried to resist. He’d crawl the bars for women to take home but it got old fast. He could only fuck so many women before growing disgusted at himself whenever he closed his eyes and imagined it was you making those pretty noises, you drenching his chin with your juices. He stopped after a while, figuring it was best to just use his hand and avoid hurting any women genuinely interested in him. 

He squirts the lube onto his hands and strokes up and down his member a few times. He’s already hard, a fat bead of precum threatening to drip down. His cock twitches when his hand grazes it and the sudden warmth when his palm grips it and jerks it makes him stifle a groan. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking about what he could think about tonight. Which one of the millions of fantasies he has about you will he play out in his mind, projected against the back of his eyelids like he’s sitting in a movie theatre at the back of a sex shop, rutting into his hands to a porno of his own making.

Maybe he could think of you, alone in your room. You’ve managed to catch a few minutes of alone time as Lieutenant Trace is off doing God knows what. You certainly don’t care. In fact, you can’t really seem to think as your fingers rub against your sensitive bud, bringing you closer to your end with every movement. Then, just as you’re about to reach it, you stop, eliciting a needy whine even though you’re the one behind the action. You let yourself catch your breath before doing it all again, and then again. 

You’re vaguely aware that Natasha will be back soon and you don’t want her to see you in this state, so you grab the dildo next to you and spit on it before distributing your saliva around the shaft with your hand. 

Cyclone hears himself groan but he tries to focus on the dream as you are teasing your dripping entrance with the plastic cock before plunging it in in one smooth movement. Your other hand flies to your mouth to gag yourself as you nearly scream from the sensation. The shaky hand that’s holding the base of the dildo has started moving it in and out of your in rapid little thrusts, desperate for the orgasm you’ve been denying yourself for so long. 

Your pussy flutters against the toy, tightening a little with every movement until eventually you sink it inside you one more time and hit the spongey bit that makes you see stars and you cum harder than you have in a while. You’re still gagged with your hand, your teeth sinking deep enough into your skin that you draw a little blood.

Beau stops short of cumming. Forcing himself to stop from desperate rutting himself into his hand and cumming before he gets to the good bit. He lays there for a moment, his eyes still shut, scared that if he opens them the magic might vanish and he might be confronted with his incredibly inappropriate thoughts he's having about the insubordinate he's currently sharing a carrier with on a three month mission.

Those thoughts quickly turn into fantasy number two, the one where he rips the flight suit off of your pretty little body and fucks you against the nearest surface. Usually, he likes to imagine it’s the recreation room back on base, but against a wall in the alley next to the Hard Deck does the job nicely too. Beau likes this fantasy to happen in semi-public. The idea that anyone can catch you really gets him going.

Your face is flat against the table and he’s keeping it there with one strong hand against your upper back, effectively immobilising you as he pounds you from the back. You’ve been at it for a while now, your pussy making loud squelching noises as he pushes his cock back into you, undeniable proof that he’s already filled you up a few times.

You stopped being able to make coherent sentences a while ago, the only noises falling from your mouth being pornographic moans and a chant of “Please, please, please, please,” that you say with a quiet, broken voice.

“Don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you, Angel?” he asks and you reply with a nonsense babble, “Such a little whore,” he adds, feeling you clench around him.

“You like it when I call you a whore?” he asks, a smirk plastered onto his face

“ -- cum,” you utter

“What was that?” he asks, his tone mocking. Beau revells in the way he’s fucked you stupid, the way you can’t even make a full sentence. The way you would just fall to the ground, unable to stand on your shaky legs if he let you go. He revels in the knowledge that he’s fucked you so good he might just have ruined you for other men. 

“Wanna… cum… ‘dmiral,” you mutter

“Soak my cock, Angel,” he orders and your pussy grips him like a vice as you reach your high. Your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your skull, “That’s it, Baby,” he says, releasing inside you once again with one deep thrust.

“So good for me,” he mutters.

Beau stops himself again, wanting to end on something special. A fantasy he saves for special occasions, like months long deployments.

It’s the one of him laying down on his bed as you straddle him, slowly sinking down on his rock hard member. You whimper at the stretch, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with and it feels like he’s tearing you in half in the most delicious way. You lower yourself further down with a moan and Cyclone can see himself in the bulge in your belly. Then, you lift yourself back up again, your eyes screwed shut, your face contorted in pleasure as you fuck yourself onto him. 

It’s almost enough to get him to cum right then, but the fantasy continues. In his dream his hands come to rest at your hips as he helps maintain your rhythm. Your movements falter. You contract against him, coming undone with a silent scream. Beau doesn’t stop but one of his hands moves from your hips to your tummy. He fucks you through your high, inching closer to his own release every time you slam back down on him and he can feel himself through your belly. 

You come down from your high and look at him through half lidded eyes, a fucked out expression on your face. He pulls you down for a bruising kiss, controlling your movements by grabbing a fistful of your hair. Too soon for you, he pulls you back up. You can see he’s close, just a few more thrusts and he’ll empty himself inside you, and the idea of being full with his cum elicits a pornographic moans from you. 

“Are you going to cum Daddy?” you ask, your voice quiet and thick. Your brain is shutting down again as your second orgasm approaches

“Make me,” he replies and you lift a hand to slap him across the face. 

The sharp sting of pain sends him over the edge. In his fantasy, he paints your inside white with his cum. In real life, he cums with one last thrust into his fist, spraying hot ropes of arrival against his chest and chin. 

He lays there for a minute before cursing himself and getting up, picking a random shirt off of the floor and putting it on to make his way towards the shower. Before leaving the room he checks he doesn’t look too incriminating, and he’s glad he does, because he somehow managed to get some in his hair and on his chin. He wipes it away, thinking that this would be so much easier to clean up if he could gather the courage to talk to you. Maybe you’d let him paint your walls white. Maybe he’d hear what pretty noises you make when you cum.

[green-socks]

daddy cyclone pls take me home😩😩

The absolutely amazing @princessphilly sent me this gif with the bolded line and I just -

Beau hated these events. The ones he couldn't really wear his uniform to. The tie was choking him, his collar was damp from the sweat and his jacket. His jacket was the worst of it, trapping the heat and making him feel like a jackass.

He looked across the room, his gaze landing on his wife nearly instantly, seeing her in deep conversation with her boss. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned, eyeing him up and down with a hunger in her eyes before she sauntered over.

She tugged on his tie, attempting to pull him away from the bar.

"Baby, did you forget your words? What do you say when you want me?" he smirked around his glass, his size keeping him firmly in place against her strength.

"Come on, Beau," she whined.

"Nuh-uh," he tutted, "what do you say?"

"Daddy, can we please go so that you can rail me with your huge cock?" she sighed, causing the bartender to snicker until her husband shot him a look.

"That's all it takes, baby," he replied as he straightened up, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Let's go.'