#ovulating asks💞💞

[letternotekisses]

Hey, so I see you write for my husband Mauga a lot, and you did something for hazard…

I literally CANNOT STOP thinking about being sandwiched between them. Just crushed in those tits. The threesome that would LITERALLY break the bed

ohhh anon, your beautiful, beautiful little noggin!! this was a bit rushed but omg such a hot idea💞

Being in a relationship with both Mauga and Hazard would be the threesome that breaks EVERYTHING, let alone the bloody bed! Even just while messing around, jokingly wrestling each other over who gets to go first has the sofa legs creaking in agony. Hazard is admittedly a little more considerate of the furniture, but Mauga takes it as a challenge to bend you over every single surface until he can get it (or you) to break.

Also, the amount of food those two eat, you’ll be cooking seconds and thirds and freezing the fourths in case they get peckish again later. No need to make dessert, though, when they’re both looking at you over the kitchen island with heated gazes that tell you just what they have in mind for pudding. (Spoiler alert: it’s you.)

Not only are their appetites large, their libidos are just as insatiable. Both of them typically catch you off guard, sharp grins splitting their faces and bearing their pointy canines until your back is met with a wall of solid muscle, smushed comfortably between their humongous badonkadonks until you’re dragging them both into the shower with flustered grumbles. Works every time.

(A lot of your trysts happen in the shower, as those two fuckers know how to make a mess.)

You’re often on your knees, their huge, hulking bodies blocking the light and most of the hot water. Heavy cocks resting over your face as you tentatively stroke one and lathe your tongue leisurely over the other, their breathing loud and hungry, chests heaving hedonistically as Mauga cups your head to coo down at you, guiding your movements. Hazard’s hair is slicked down by the water, giving him a deliciously disheveled look as your fingers struggle to connect around the girth of his meaty cock.

If not that, then you’re hoisted up by their conjoined strength and stuffed to the absolute brim. One on either side with their cocks bullied deep inside your soft, inviting holes, their movements so perfect in tandem that it has you drooling against one of their chests, all fucked out. And yes, both of them whisper sweet nothings into your skin, growling and grunting about how they’re going to breed you so fucking full.

Life with them is just as sexy as it is fucking expensive. 💞

[eiightysixbaby]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

[sturnioz]

ur page is the BEST for late nights cause im ovulating rn n its like im in damn heat 😣 i lovelovelove ur responses to asks n allat stuff 💞💞

do with this how u will BUT imagine cockwarming with matt and he tells u 'dont move and dont make a sound and maybe ill fuck u after this' while hes being a dork and playing fortnite w his friends nd brothers and u js get so horny n needy that u rock ur hips or whine into his ear which his mic almost picks up and hes thrusting his hips up to try and get u to shush but it only makes u whine louder and it gets to the point the guys ask 'yo what was that sound????' where he has to leave the game n the call and just fuck u silly for being so needy and disobeying his orders :(((

i dont even have anything to say rn because this just made me speechless as fuck like i had to take a step away just to look out of the window and think abt life.

but if you'll let me, i'll put it in the fic planning docs and i will write abt it?

[bridgetoesoteria]

🔮Quickie Read: Pick an Oracle Card🔮

(This post has Piles 4-6)

Pile 4

Spread: Jack of Spades, 3 of Diamonds + Observer (Oracle)

Omg...are some of you pregnant? You could be pregnant and wondering how to break the news. Break the news usually has a slightly negative connotation. So maybe this is very inconvenient for some reason. Either way, the observer card is telling you to look to meditation or prayer (whatever your spiritual beliefs call for) for the guidance you seek.

"Cautious" and "clever" are repeated twice in the guidance book for this card. The next message I'm getting is that you may have to be more cunning than what you are used to or comfortable with. Right now, you have to look out for yourself. If you have to communicate something, choose your words carefully.

Card Description: The Observer watches the skies unlocking hidden messages. She is cautious, clever, and aware; understanding, cautious, clever, patience, endurance, connections.

TL;DR: Move very wisely right now. Seek "higher" guidance before you make a decision. Maybe you need to move according to the moon or astrological cycles. Choose your words carefully. Look out for your interests.

Pile 5

Spread: The Joker, Ace of Hearts + Medusa (Oracle)

Some of you could have Medusa tattoo, relate to Medusa, or be into Greek mythology. As soon as I flipped this pile over, I felt quite a spicy spicy feelinnn. What y'all got going on? lol. I was hearing "medusa the sedusa (seducer)" 💀💀

I'm sober so I know it ain't me...

If you aren't in that energy that is where you are headed. Your sexual energy could be, or will be, very strong. You may have a new romantic offer. I feel like this is with someone you have not been with. If there was an ex that put you in this medusa, man-eater type of energy, I don't think this is them. This feels positive.

If you are in this energy as self-protection, or you feel like a monster and that you put people off, that is not true. This card talks of shedding your skin, renewals/rebirths, and fears. You aren't tainted. If you are concerned about another person, they will be okay eventually. If this joker and ace of cups does not represent a new love situation, it could certainly mean new self-love.

TL;DR: It seems you are headed for healing. For some of you, you will have a new emotional connection with another person. You will be healing from past heartbreak. For others, you are shedding who you used to be and considering that maybe you aren't the problem (you're not). Both groups are lovable and deserve love from themselves and others 💞

Pile 6

Spread: Ace of Club, Jack of Clubs + Rose (Oracle)

Omg what is up with the last two piles lol. So much heat is coming through and its getting to me. Like I am ovulating right now so my ovaries literally cannot handle this. So uhh lets make this quick!

Honestly, this could be the energy many of you are in. You may hide it on the outside, but some of you are carrying a candle for another person. You probably are wanting to have some "one on one" time. I see that it is possible. You could have great chemistry in that way, even if everything else has gone to shit.

I think many of you know this person. The jack of clubs is somehow giving both knight and page, simultaneously 🤥🥴 If you cut them off I can see why. You have a lot of protection up. I think you are also very protected spiritually. If the right thing to do is stay away, then stay away. Keep yourself safe.

Another message I am getting is that some of you are so guarded and used to flying solo that you are blocking a potential partner. Again, you are protected and you can always ask for more. Maintain your boundaries, go at your pace, and consider giving someone a chance.

TL;DR: No matter what decision you make use protection. Idc what they tell you, how fired up you feel, or what your previous experiences may have been...always prioritize your health! You may have a hookup on the horizon. You could be debating if you should or you should not. If this person is cold or known for breaking hearts, it may be best to walk away. Others of you are being asked to consider letting your walls down just enough for you to let someone in. Know that you are protected and can always ask for more protection.

~ K

[freedomfireflies]

Breed me: Bee is tracking her cycle and ovulating and Harry finds out?

LISTEN I GIGGLED

So, I mentioned in a previous ask and touched on it a bit in the story but technically, she can't get pregnant! I adore this idea and I do want to steal a few things from it (especially because I do love that title HAHAHA) so hopefully if it's okay, I'd like to change a couple of small details but overall keep this because YES!! It's what they deserve 😩

Thank you so much for this!!😭💞

[na-ta-sh-aa]

AHHHH I'M SO EXCITED!! This chapter made me jump for joy! I can't believe we are in the baby making era, I'm so happy.

“Are there big bears at Big Bear Lake?" “I... actually have no idea.”

It was amazing how it was only Noah who thought there might be bears at the lake😂

“He couldn't seem to help himself; thoughts of diamond rings and the perfect proposal were always near the surface now. He kissed your nose and then turned to look at Noah.”

Aww🥹🥹

“I'm just more than twelve years older than you. Sometimes it seems like a lot."

“That doesn't matter at all," you replied, holding eye contact with him. "In fact, I think I like it more this way. It's so much better being with someone who is serious about me and has his life together." One hand trailed down to his chest as you added, "It's almost flattering, the fact that you love me."

Aww I totally agree with Princess! Age doesn't matter, and it's so much better to be with someone who knows what he wants, who respects you, loves you and treats you like you deserve than with a guy your age who is a mess. And If the someone in question is Bradley Bradshaw then things are even more perfect, I will never stop saying what a dream man he is🥹

“If you think we can financially support a baby, and it's what you really want, then I'll let you flush my birth control down the toilet." “I'm ovulating and I skipped my pill yesterday, and I want you to fuck a baby into me."

AHHHH!! The perfection of this part is immense! I love how she used the same words Bradley told her to say when she felt ready to have a baby. And I loved how quickly Bradley flushed her pill down the toilet, he didn't think twice! Aww I love them, seeing them both so in love and ready to have a baby together is something that warms my heart. It must be such a beautiful and special feeling.😭🫶🏼

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?" he asked, voice dark and rough.”

“Yes”

“Then I'll fuck a baby into you."

“Keep quiet, Baby. Unless you want everyone to know how good it feels when I try to knock you up."

Sorry, I think I fell in love with him even more, he’s so sexy🫠

“I'm gonna give you a ring, and you'll give us a baby. I'll give you anything."

Aww Princess you are living the dream!

Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for their family to grow. I can't stop thinking about pregnant Princess, Bradley totally and madly in love with her belly, Noah very tender and protective of his pregnant Mommy😭. It's really all so beautiful, I love it so much and I can’t wait to read more about them🥹💞🫧

The Younger Kind Part 37 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley realized on the way to the lake house that he hadn't taken a vacation in years, but he already knew he was going to want to go on so many more with you and Noah. And you weren't going to let Bradley get away with an omission of precious information. In fact, you had several things to surprise him with as a result.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, pregnancy talk, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

The next morning while you made breakfast for yourself and your boys, you could hear Bradley on the phone in the living room. You stopped mixing up the bowl of pancake batter just in time to hear him say, "Hey Tracy, can you go ahead and finalize that updated copy of my will?" There was a short pause, and then he said, "Right, but if any assets need to be combined later, we can discuss it then. We can both come in and meet with you."

You wondered if he was talking about you, but then his voice got a little quieter at the same time Noah bounded into the kitchen. "Mommy, I don't want to go to the lake," he said, face practically crumbling into tears. 

"Why not?" you asked, setting everything aside to kneel and pull him in for a hug. "What's wrong? I thought you were so excited."

Then he started crying as he asked, "Are there big bears at Big Bear Lake? I don't want to see any big bears."

"Oh, sweet Noah," you whispered as you hugged him and tried not to laugh. Then it dawned on you that you actually weren't sure if there were any bears there or not. You knew it was a good three hour drive from San Diego up into the mountains, but you hadn't even considered that.

When Bradley walked into the kitchen to see you and Noah on the floor and his son in tears, he asked, "What's going on?"

You covered Noah's ears and whispered, "Are there big bears at Big Bear Lake?"

Bradley laughed for a few seconds, and then his expression turned contemplative. "I... actually have no idea. I'm going to go ahead and call Maverick." Then he was gone again, and you were left to try to coax Noah over to the kitchen table with the promise of some pancakes covered in melted butter. 

You were wiping his tears while the batter sizzled on the griddle. "It's okay. Daddy won't let anything bad happen to us."

"I know," he muttered, sniffling.

Bradley poked his head back into the kitchen. "It's very unlikely, especially this time of year," he said with a shrug.

"What does that mean?" Noah asked, and you were afraid the tears would be back as you flipped the pancakes.

If they wanted you to be the mom, then you were going to go ahead and be the mom here. "It means you have absolutely nothing to worry about, okay? Now do you want to eat your breakfast on the red plate or the orange plate?" you asked, holding up both options. Noah pointed at the red plate, and Bradley walked in and kissed your forehead.

"Good save," he whispered. "You're a natural." He ran his hand along your tummy with a wink, and you felt yourself flush with heat. 

"You get the orange plate that nobody else wants," you told him with a breathy giggle. "Now go sit."

He did as he was told, and when you handed him his plate and a larger one with a stack of pancakes on it, he started to get one ready for Noah. "After this, I'll pack up the car and we can head out."

"Sounds good," you replied, adding a pancake to your own plate. You had discreetly packed some snacks for Noah on top of the box of items you didn't want Bradley to see, so you thought it was fine for him to pack the car. Once you were done eating, you took Noah into the living room and watched Bradley cart bag after bag and box after box out to the driveway. 

He was looking a little sweaty when he came back inside one last time. He took you by the hand and scooped Noah up as he said, "Can't forget to pack these two." He led you outside and kissed Noah all over his face while he laughed hysterically. After Noah was buckled in and reassured that you had packed him ants on logs to eat during the drive, Bradley was pulling away from the house. 

Once he was on the highway and you had started up the kid friendly playlist, he sighed. "I'm so happy you made a playlist for Noah so I don't have to listen to the Sesame Street soundtrack or something equally egregious." 

"Isn't Sesame Street from the '70s? Just like you?" It was so hard not to laugh as you asked him that. 

"Funny," he deadpanned. "I was born in 1984. You know how old I am." 

"Do I?" you asked, your voice taking on an accusatory edge as Noah asked you to hand him more snacks. 

"Mmm," Bradley hummed as he drove. You and he held hands, and you offered to drive if he got tired. "I'll be fine," he promised softly. "Why don't you just relax? It looks like Noah is about to doze off."

"Okay, Daddy." You squirmed down in your seat until your cheek was resting on his hand, and then you fell asleep, too.

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Bradley tried his best to drive one handed up the rough trail toward the house, but he really needed two hands at this point. His right hand also happened to be asleep from the way you'd cuddled up with your head on him. "Princess," said, wiggling his fingers beneath you. "I need my hand back."

You moaned as you sat up, but when you looked out the window, you gasped. "It's beautiful here!" The early afternoon sunlight was reflecting off the lake and the mountains beyond. It was stunning, and Bradley realized it had been years since he'd taken any proper time off from work that didn't involve a day at home with Noah while he was too sick for daycare. 

"If you enjoy this weekend together, you're going to have to make sure I take some vacation time. Because I actually never do."

"Is this some sort of joke? Of course, I'm going to love this weekend! I get to spend it with my boys! And wait... are you telling me you've never taken Noah to Disneyland?"

"Never."

"Daddy!" you complained loudly. "I thought you were a good parent!"

Bradley laughed as he looked for the correct driveway. "Clearly we needed you, Baby. You make us better."

He could practically feel you preening next to him as he put on his turn signal and pulled up the long driveway. "You need to take that sweet child to Disneyland. And you need to get him a dog," you said, kissing his cheek as Bradley pulled up next to Penny's car. 

"So this has nothing to do with you wanting to go to Disneyland and you wanting to get a dog?"

"Not at all," you said, but you were smiling. "This is about what's best for the child."

"Right," he said once the engine was turned off. Then he kissed you, wrapping his hand around your neck before letting his fingers dip down into your shirt to toy with your bra strap. "Hey," he murmured against your lips. 

"Hmm," you hummed, pulling his lip between yours and nibbling softly. God he just wanted to take you inside for some uninterrupted sex, but he knew he'd have to get through the afternoon and evening first. 

"I love you," he whispered, running his fingers down to cup you through your bra. 

"Daddy?" Noah called from the backseat, and you broke the kiss immediately. 

"Yeah, Bub?" Bradley asked, his eyes still on you as you smiled at him. He couldn't seem to help himself; thoughts of diamond rings and the perfect proposal were always near the surface now. He kissed your nose and then turned to look at Noah.

"Don't let the bears come out, okay?" he asked softly, a smudge of peanut butter on his cheek. 

"I won't," he promised, and you were already climbing out of the Bronco and walking around to get Noah. Bradley was just so impressed with the way you pulled a wet wipe out of your purse to wipe Noah's hands and face before you got him out of the car. You always had everything under control in a way that he just never seemed to be able to do alone. 

"We'll be inside saying hi to everyone," you called over your shoulder, and Bradley was left to unload everything. Every time he carried bags inside the house, he could hear everyone talking and laughing. When he finally made his way into the sprawling kitchen where everyone else had congregated, Penny rushed over to give him a hug.

"Pete and I are so happy the three of you could come!" she said, giving him a tight squeeze. Amelia was chasing Noah around the room while you talked to Maverick. The house was beautiful, and he finally felt relaxed. 

"Thanks for inviting us," he replied as Maverick kissed your cheek and headed toward Bradley. 

"Grab your sunglasses. It's time to test out the boat."

"Boat?" Bradley asked. And about five minutes later, he was holding on tight to the side of a speedboat as Maverick drove it around the lake. 

"This thing is fast!" Bradley shouted over the engine. The man was addicted to pushing things to the limit, and Bradley would have to make sure he was driving the boat if Noah came with them next time. 

Maverick finally eased off the throttle once they were out in the middle of the lake, and Bradley was able to let go of his death grip on the boat. "Grab a beer," Maverick said, gesturing to the small cooler he brought along. "So, tell me, Bradley, you going to make that girl a permanent fixture?"

Bradley laughed as he opened a can and took a sip. "The thing is, she's pretty much been a permanent fixture since the beginning, at least as far as Noah is concerned."

Maverick nodded and opened his own beer. "I heard him calling her his mom."

"Yeah," Bradley replied, pushing his sunglasses up his nose as his brow creased. "I encouraged that. Sometimes I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Like ever. But that felt right."

"Well, if you're keeping her around, and you plan on marrying her, then she really is his mom."

Bradley thought better than to mention his updated will, but he nodded. "Been thinking about it a lot, actually. I'm going to propose soon. In a few more weeks, we will have known each other for six months. Noah and I are sure about her, and that seems like a good amount of time to wait before buying a ring."

"That sounds like a very solid plan."

Bradley smiled at his dad's best friend. "Don't you dare tell Penny. She talks too much," Bradley warned.

"I won't."

"I want to surprise her and make everything perfect." He already had some ideas, but in his mind, you deserved perfection. You'd put up with just being his babysitter for way too long while he tried to convince himself you weren't the one for him. And you'd dealt with Meredith like you would have protected Noah with your life. You'd be the best mom, and Bradley wanted you to be his wife. He was thirty seven now. He knew you were the one. It was time. 

Luckily, he was able to convince Maverick to let him drive the boat back to the dock, and he took things at a much slower pace. He passed a few other people out boating on the way back and decided he'd bring you and Noah out with him tomorrow or on Sunday when it was supposed to be even warmer. 

On the walk back up to the house, Bradley's steps slowed as he asked, "Were those lights hanging up like that before?"

Maverick looked at the strings of sloppily hung twinkle lights all over the porch and scratched his chin. "I don't think so?"

"This was definitely not here earlier," Bradley remarked when he opened the front door to reveal an eight foot tall Christmas tree in the middle of the living room. It looked like someone had thrown strands of lights at it from across the room, and there was Christmas music playing. "What the hell?"

"Happy birthday!" 

Bradley and Maverick both turned toward the kitchen where Noah was sitting on the island and the three women were standing. You looked absolutely delighted with everything that was going on as you waved them in. 

"What's going on, Baby?" he asked as you walked over and took him by the hand. 

"It's your birthday party! Mav's too!"

"Why is everything decorated for Christmas?" he asked with a laugh, because you, Penny and Amelia clearly thought this was normal. And Noah was giggling as he colored in a Christmas coloring book.

"It's Christmas in July!" you explained, still leaving so many unanswered questions. 

"Apparently the house is a popular holiday rental," Penny added as Mav hugged her. "And all of the Christmas decorations were already here, so we just rolled with it."

Bradley pulled you tight to him, careful to keep his hands on only the most appropriate of body parts. "My birthday was a month ago. When I was deployed."

"Yeah, thanks for letting me know," you said sarcastically, lightly smacking his cheek before kissing it and pushing your fingers into his hair. "I had no idea until I saw your driver's license out last week. You deprived yourself of a proper party, so now you get Christmas in July."

"And Maverick's birthday is in August," Bradley added with a huge smile.

"We don't play by the rules," Amelia said. "We have Christmas cookies to decorate and a movie to watch."

So Bradley spent the evening of what actually wasn't his thirty seventh birthday licking frosting off your cheek while you laughed and then holding Noah during the movie Elf. It seemed absolutely ridiculous as the oversize French doors were open to let in the summer air and the sounds of crickets chirping. It was also somehow exactly perfect, and it reminded him that he was allowed to have all these things in his life now that you were there. You'd probably want to do things like celebrate his birthday every year and decorate the house. And Noah would get to benefit from all of it. 

"I want another birthday movie," Noah said as he yawned uncontrollably. 

"Not tonight," Bradley told him as he carried him to the small bedroom where you'd already unpacked his things for the weekend. He changed Noah into pajamas and read the dinosaur book you'd left out on the dresser, and pretty soon his son was sound asleep. 

It wasn't too late yet; Bradley could still hear the others out in the main living space, but he decided to see if you'd gone to the bedroom already. "Princess?" he called as he walked into the pretty wood paneled room that had a view of the lake and the last bits of purple sky as it got darker. Then you came strolling out of the en suite bathroom in nothing but a tiny lace bra and matching panties. 

"Are you ready for your birthday present?" you asked sweetly, draping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. 

"Oh, I like my birthday present," he murmured as he ran his hands down your back to cup your ass. 

You kissed along his neck and whispered, "You could have had some special treatment sooner if you told me when your birthday was, Daddy."

He grunted, both from the feel of your lips on his skin and because he knew you'd find out when it was eventually. "I just feel a little self-conscious sometimes about my age."

Your mouth paused, and then you were looking up at him like you were embarrassed. "But I tease you all the time."

"I know," he replied right away. "I know, and I love it when you do. It's not that." You combed your fingers through his hair and gave him a moment to collect his thoughts. "I'm just more than twelve years older than you. Sometimes it seems like a lot."

"That doesn't matter at all," you replied, holding eye contact with him. "In fact, I think I like it more this way. It's so much better being with someone who is serious about me and has his life together." One hand trailed down to his chest as you added, "It's almost flattering, the fact that you love me."

"I do," he said, watching your hand slip lower down his body. "I love you."

You smiled softly as your hand rested on the fly of his pants. "Happy birthday." You undid the front of his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs along with his underwear. He was semi hard and getting harder by the second as you bit your lip and sank down to your knees. And then you opened your mouth so Bradley could set his cock right there on your glossy bottom lip.

"That looks pretty," he muttered, already breathing harder as you ran your tongue along his tip. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked gently, eyes bright and cheeks hollow. His cock was throbbing for you now, but he was enjoying the way you weren't taking him deep yet.

He kept his hands soft on your face, stroking his thumb along your chin and jaw. And then you reached up with both hands and wrapped them around his base as you withdrew him and kissed along his shaft. "I love you, Daddy." Then you took him deep in one go until you were gagging and he was seeing stars. His hands were rougher now at the back of your head, holding you in place while he grunted and groaned. 

When you moaned around him, he released his grip on your head, and you popped him out of your mouth with a little gasp, and some strings of saliva dripped down to your chest. "More?" you asked, and he just nodded as you took him deep over and over again. Every time you gagged, you let him push a little harder, and you had tears in your eyes as you pulled him free and abruptly stood to kiss him.

Your tongue was in his mouth, and Bradley's hands gripped your ass as you ground against him. "Mmm, Bradley," you whined. "Ready for your present?"

He tucked his fingers inside your lace underwear and teased at your holes as your eyes went a little wider. "Is this not my present right here?" he grunted, trying to decide how he wanted to get off.

You shook your head in a jerky motion and whispered, "Not exactly..." Your voice was breathless and broken as you said, "If you think we can financially support a baby, and it's what you really want, then I'll let you flush my birth control down the toilet."

Bradley was gaping at you. A baby. With you. No more birth control. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yes," you replied. "I'm ovulating and I skipped my pill yesterday, and I want you to fuck a baby into me."

Bradley tipped his head back and moaned at how perfect that sounded coming from you. "Where are the pills?" he asked. 

"Bathroom counter," you replied, and he kissed you so hard you were clinging to him.

Bradley hauled you into the bathroom with him where he popped each remaining pill out of the packaging with unsteady fingers and his erection hanging out of his jeans. You were squeezing your thighs together and whining softly as he swept them into the toilet and flushed it before he rounded on you. 

"You want me to fuck a baby into you?" he asked, voice dark and rough. 

"Yes."

"Then I'll fuck a baby into you." He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, and Bradley carried you to the bed. He set you down gently on your back and marveled at how perfect you looked for him. You were playing with your tits and already getting a little loud as you watched him get undressed. 

And then he was on top of you, his cock aching to be inside you. He just kept thinking about you all pregnant and swollen as he pushed the lace covering your perfect pussy to the side and thrust into you hard and sure.

"Bradley!" you nearly screamed, scrambling beneath him and clawing at his shoulders. But he didn't stop the steady powerful thrusts that pushed you down into the mattress. He had to bring one big hand up to cover your mouth as he grunted.

"Keep quiet, Baby. Unless you want everyone to know how good it feels when I try to knock you up."

You nodded and moaned against his palm, but he just fucked you harder. Your legs were shaking as you spread them wider for him, and your fingers were tangled in the bedding. When your tits bounced free from that tiny bra, Bradley put his mouth on you, pulling your nipples gently one at a time. 

Soft squeaking noises and moans escaped you as he pressed his lips to your ear. "I'm gonna cum. You always make me cum. You always give me everything, don't you? Don't you, Princess? I'm gonna give you a ring, and you'll give us a baby. I'll give you anything."

You were shaking all over as he rammed deep and spilled himself inside you. He was panting hard when he slipped his hand away from your mouth, and then your lips were on his in the sweetest kisses. 

"I'm sorry I was rough," he whispered, running his fingers along your skin. "You okay?"

"I'm so good, Daddy. That was hot. I hope you liked your birthday present."

Bradley eased his body away from yours a few inches and gazed down to where you and he were still so perfectly connected. "Not sure if you or the unprotected sex was the actual gift, but either way, I liked my birthday present a lot."

You giggled as he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, keeping you close. "You said something about a ring."

"Did I?" he mumbled. He knew he was rambling while he fucked you, but he wasn't sure exactly what he'd been saying. Apparently it was a lot. 

"Mmhmm," you hummed as he ran his fingers along your lace bra, but you didn't push for more. "So what's on the agenda for the rest of the weekend? And when are you going to get us a dog? And when are we taking Noah to Disneyland?"

Bradley narrowed his eyes at you playfully. "Boating and barbecues for the rest of the weekend. And as for the dog and Disneyland? Just let me enjoy my fake Christmas-birthday in peace. Because I'm sure it will be my last one without a dog who is constantly bugging me to let it outside or to play with it."

You settled down on top of him, placing a kiss to his pecs with a smirk. "That's absolutely correct. You just enjoy yourself while you still can."

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When Bradley kissed you the next morning and whispered, "I'll be back. Going out to buy fishing bait with Noah and Mav," you just grunted in response. The sun was barely up, and as you rolled over, you could feel the delicious aftermath of the way Bradley had fucked you so hard. You were tired and a little sore in all the right places. Very carefully, you extracted yourself from the bed and padded along the floor to the bathroom. 

He had flushed your birth control instantly, and you giggled just thinking about it. There was no turning back now, and you were so excited. You already had a family, and like Bradley, the idea of adding to it was enough to make you melt inside. 

Since you didn't have to rush to get Noah ready, you took your time with your hair and makeup even though you were just going out on the lake for the day. You changed into your purple bikini and slipped your purple sundress over it, both of which you had purchased using your credit card. 

When you made your way out to the kitchen, Penny was assembling sandwiches, and you could tell she was wearing her bathing suit, too. "Where's Amelia?" you asked, washing your hands so you could help her.  

"She's a teenager," Penny replied with a laugh. "She sleeps until noon. You'll see one day when Noah is older."

You pressed your lips together, because you weren't so far removed from those years yourself. But you also felt butterflies in your tummy as you thought about the fact that Penny stated so confidently that you'd be there when Noah was older. And now you were hoping you'd be there with Bradley for more than one teenage kid.

"He's so sweet," you said as you cut the crust off one of the sandwiches for Noah. "Don't remind me that he'll be a surly teenager one day."

Penny eyed you carefully. "You'll handle it well. You already do. I still can't believe you started out as the babysitter, while Bradley was delusionally going on dates with other women. And I can't believe I didn't notice the way he looked at you at first."

You ducked your head. "I didn't notice for a few weeks myself. I just knew I was already attached to the two of them."

"We're back!" Bradley called out, carrying Noah into the kitchen. And he was immediately looking at you just like he always did, and you couldn't help but smile. 

"And we have worms!" Noah said, holding onto a little styrofoam container. 

"And more beer," Maverick added as he set two six packs down on the counter.

"Well we have sandwiches and ants on logs and lemonade and kisses," you said, taking the worm container from Noah and kissing his cheek and then Bradley's. 

Amelia finally emerged from her bedroom as Noah started whining that he wanted to go on the boat and go fishing. "I'll take him down to the marina now so he can look at the water," Bradley said, but you shook your head.

"I'll take him. You help carry the coolers," you said, taking Noah by the hand and leading him past the Christmas tree. "We'll meet you all down there."

You grabbed your tote bag which was filled with coloring books and other activities for Noah, and then you and he walked down toward the boats while you sang his favorite dinosaur song together. And then you realized you didn't actually know which boat was yours for the weekend, so you led Noah out onto the long dock to wait for the others. 

"Make sure you hold my hand. The water is really deep here," you reminded him as he peeked over the side to look into the water.

"Where are the fish?" he asked as he looked up at you. At least he was no longer asking about the bears. 

"I think the fish are out in the middle of the lake," you told him. 

"Well, how do we catch them? With our hands?"

"Oh, sweet Noah, I love you so much. The boat has fishing rods."

"What does that mean?" he asked, still looking down into the water. 

You looked around at the boats docked in the slips and pointed to one behind you. "Fishing rods are those long things sticking up into the air on that boat. Come look." You led Noah down the narrower wooden dock between two large boats so he could see what you were talking about, and that's when you saw a man about Bradley's age looking down at you and Noah.

"Hi there," he said with a wink as he looked you up and down. And now you felt like your cute little dress was nonexistent as you awkwardly stood there looking up at him.

"We were just checking out your fishing rod," you told him, but he wasn't looking at Noah at all as he grinned. And you realized that it sounded like you were talking about his penis, and you wished you could just disappear. 

He jumped down onto the dock with a laugh. "Oh yeah? I'll let you touch it if you want."

"No thanks," you replied with a grimace. You turned to leave, your hand still gripping Noah's, but the man headed you off. And now you were looking around for the others, because he was blocking the narrow path with his body.

"Now just hang on a minute," he said, pulling his sunglasses off, presumably so he could see you better. "You look beautiful. What do they call you?"

Noah looked up at him and said, "She's my Daddy's Princess."

The man was finally looking down at Noah, and you didn't like that either. So you mumbled something as your heart pounded, and you shoved past him, making sure Noah didn't walk too close to the edge of the dock. He kept calling out to you as you walked along a different part of the pier, but a moment later you could see Bradley walking down in the distance holding one end of a long cooler and sipping a beer.

"There's Daddy and Mav," Noah said, and you picked him up to rush in that direction. 

"Let's go get him." They were setting the cooler down next to a boat that was smaller than the other one with the huge fishing rods, and thankfully it was in the other direction as well. 

"Hey, Bub!" Bradley called out, and when you got closer, he took his son from your arms as you were slightly out of breath. 

"We didn't know which boat to go to," you told him.

"It's this little white one," he said, kissing your cheek. "You look beautiful."

"That's what the other man said," Noah told him.

Bradley's brow creased instantly. "What other man?" he asked, looking around everywhere. 

"It was nothing," you said, but Noah pointed toward the other boat immediately. 

"In the big, blue boat. Mommy was looking at his fishing rod, and he told her she was beautiful, and I said she's my Daddy's Princess."

Bradley kissed his cheek, and said, "Good job, Noah. She's your Mommy and my Princess." He set Noah down inside the boat where Maverick immediately started getting his life jacket buckled before he helped Penny and Amelia onboard as well.

But Bradley had one of his big hands on your hip as he slid his aviators down on his nose and smirked. "You were looking at a man's fishing rod?" he asked softly, an edge of annoyed humor in his tone.

"Oh, come on," you said, rolling your eyes and laughing. "I wanted Noah to see what a fishing rod looks like, and there were a bunch lined up on that boat."

Bradley nodded and kissed your forehead. "We've got some fishing rods on this boat, and I have a special one just for you."

You bit your lip and tried not to laugh. When Bradley said it, you absolutely wanted to learn more. When that other guy said it, you wanted to jump in the water and try to swim back to San Diego. "Really, Daddy?" you asked in your most eager voice. "When can I try it out?" 

He groaned softly and cupped your face, kissing you softly as he said, "Try to behave for a couple of hours, and it's all yours."

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[foxymoxynoona]

hi foxy, how have you been? i hope very well. i have a really strange question and i feel embarrassed asking it, but come on!!! this past week i've been going through my period and to be realistic i'll never get used to it, even though i've been menstruating for almost ten years. my point here is not to complain about menstruation, although i could write 50 pages about why i hate periods! anyway, my question has to do with our pitbull jk (the owner of my heart). he's a canine hybrid right…👆🏻 a puppy to be precise. GOD I'M RAMBLING BECAUSE I'M EMBARRASSED do you think he would have some kind of reaction to y/n's menstrual period? like, would he know she's menstruating without her having to speak? or because he's a dog would he already know by smell? i'm also wondering how his canine side would react to this state of her body, if it would have something to do with "pheromones" i guess would be the term. obviously he's a grown man and should know what menstruation is, but my doubts are more about the hybrid side of the story. i hope i don't bother you with these questions foxyy

sorry for rambling so much and sending you this huge text😭 i also apologize for grammatical errors and if something didn't make sense, english isn't my first language. know that you have an avid brazilian fan!!!

um abraço do Brasil 💞💞💞

I would think he does smell when she's on her period just because we know there is a smell that dogs are attuned to. However since periods are the opposite of the fertility cycle, I don't think it would affect him in a sexual way. It would make sense possibly though for hormones around ovulation to affect him, if you want to go down that route 😉 You can get as scientific as you want figuring out the overlap between different mammals fertility cycles and hybrids are sort of the overlap.

Thank you for writing to me all the way from Brazil! 🥰 And I hope your period passed without too much misery. Mine are worse since I went off birth control and it is not fun! 😂

[letternotekisses]

Idk if it’s still ovulation time for u but Mauga omg Mauga

He’s totally the type to discard or get out of an argument by making out w u. Like yeah yeah he left the toilet seat up 🥱🙄 but then he just wraps u into this breathtaking, soulreaping, knee knocking kiss and all u can do and huff and try to remember what u were fighting about.

Goes both ways. Just flash him a tiddy and he’ll forget why he was mad in the first place.

ohh ur so right. he does it on purpose too, likes to see you all huffy and flustered as you try to recall what on earth you were ranting up at him about, but all you can think about now is taking that kiss to the bedroom, or the wall, or the floor or anywhere, and it usually ends with you riding him within an inch of his life to get your excess anger out, not that he minds, of course

on the other hand, it’s a dangerous game to distract mauga if he’s biting at you for something menial, because once you flash a titty he’s taking it as an invitation, urging a slow spreading smile that bears his glinting teeth and then suddenly he’s hauling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, dropping you onto the sofa or bed or even the countertop if it’s the closest

where he then absolutely rocks your shit, keeping your hands held behind your back with one hand while the other uses your hip as leverage to pull you down faster, harder onto his leaking cock, using your sweet little pussy to get allll of his anger out until you’re both panting, sweaty messes, all made up and eager to indulge once more together whilst in the shower💞💞💞

[letternotekisses]

Pls something about Hanzo, I need something, even if it's a little fic or idc at all, whatever it is I'm taking it, I want that man to dominate me 😞😞😞😞

mmm hanzo

Hanzo who sets his sights on the pretty new recruit. He’d never been too bothered about anything of that sort before but there’s something about you that has him wired tight, ready to snap like a guitar string. Or an arrow string, which makes more sense. He catches your eye in the gymnasium, giving him a grin much too wide that has him wanting to see more of you.

You’re sprightly, too energetic with a bratty streak that has him pursing his lips tightly, has him stiffening with the urge to bend you over his lap and spank you until your ass is raw.

He wants to see tears. He wants to see swollen lips and watery eyes, overstimulated hiccups leaving your pretty mouth. It almost makes him scoff, because he was above those thoughts, surely?

He was indeed, not.

Once Hanzo gets you alone he makes it a point to reign that bratty streak in, fingering you over his lap until you’re begging for release, but he won’t give it to you unless you apologise for mouthing off. He has you anywhere he wants, on your knees begging for his cum, or bouncing upon his lap like a good little bitch.

He makes you crave him, and he’s happy to give. You belong to him now, and he’ll fill that pretty pussy as he sees fit.

These little sessions become frequent and heated, nobody else privy to your secret meetings but always asking why you seem so calm, so measured now. You can only shrug with a delightfully flustered expression, tucking your disheveled hair behind your ear.

Hanzo trained you well.

[letternotekisses]

I fear I have Lúcio Correia dos Santos brainrot and there is no cure so enjoy my thoughts

Lucio is the type of guy who CANNOT get his hands off you. Ever. He just can’t believe he managed to pull someone as hot as you. Every little thing just turns him on! Vacuuming the living room? Hard. Boring overwatch meeting? One glance at you and he’s excusing himself to the bathroom. Literally patching him up during a mission? Lord help that little dork because he thinks he might actually combust. He can’t help but want to drag you off to satiate his desires. 🐸

I fear you are utterly and amazingly right, anon.

When Lucio is in love, it’s impossible to turn it off for him, even the most mundane of things have him working up a sweat under his collar or hardening in his trousers. Tried a new hairstyle? He’s fawning and hyping you up. Doing the dishes? He’s coming up behind you to pepper your neck in ticklish kisses.

New, low-cut top that shows a bit of chest and plenty of collarbone? He’s rock solid under the table, sending you a dirty text message that has heat climbing your neck in the middle of a very important Overwatch meeting. (Winston trying to interrogate figure out who ate the rest of his peanut butter)

Lucio is a loving man who adores every aspect of his partner, and I might just say it, I think he sometimes cries during or after sex. I think he gets a little overwhelmed with it all, how beautiful you look glancing up at him with a genuine, heartfelt smile? He’s gone. He’s finished. His heart has exploded.

He’s also anything BUT selfish, going as far as to overstimulate himself just to ensure that you cum, humping into you like a jackhammer, whining on top of you with a tantalising sheen of sweat slicking his abs. And don’t get me started on quickies with him. Hot, fast and undeniably risky? He won’t tell you but he gets off on the adrenaline rush. 💞💞💞

[letternotekisses]

Mauga with a plus size/ bbw reader. Thoughts?

He goes crazy for it, loves a pretty thing with some flesh he can sink his teeth into and some love handles he can get a good grip on. I like to think Mauga actually prefers heavier girls/partners because if there’s no cushion for the pushin, then why bother? He’ll throw you around like a rag doll no matter what you weigh.

Likes to map you out, slide his heavy hands over your plush body and memorise every curve. A gal with big hips and a heavy looking rack will have him sitting and heeling like a good boy any day of the fucking WEEK. (They look so heavy, won’t you let him hold them for you?)

And yeah, there’s nothing he likes better than watching the soft parts of you ripple whilst his hips are slapping against yours in a manner that’s almost vulgar, but hey, how can you blame him?💞💞💞

[letternotekisses]

i NEED a reaper or widow fanfic , short or long , i need them to PUT ME IN MY PLACE , or maybe even both of them , i need them so bad

mfggghsh I can only think about Reaper stealing away a little cocky Overwatch support agent who was always just out of reach, always just a little bit too slippery for him to get a grasp on, and she knows she’s playing with fire, too

which is why it’s sooo gratifying for him when he finally gets his hands on her, and shuts her up by gagging her on his thick cock, tears flooding her eyelines as she fights to keep up, or maybe he crushes her against the wall with his bulk, sinking inside her warm cunt and fucking her until she’s shaking and can’t mouth off anymore

they meet up relatively often after that, a little taboo secret between mr grumpy and miss sunshine to fuck all that hatred out💞💞💞

[letternotekisses]

I have to know some of your thoughts on Junker Queen…she’s so fine I’d actually die for her

- ☀️

I stand by the fact that JQ is secretly a slight bit insecure, but not in the way you’d think. Dez has suffered a lot and it made her protective and possessive over anything she comes to think belongs to her. This extends to you, too. She digs her claws in deep, and she doesn’t plan on letting go until someone rips the heart straight out of her chest. She’s like a wild dog, snarling and snapping over her dinner with slobbering jaws as if someone may come and take it out from under her nose. She doesn’t know when she’ll eat next.

She keeps you close, like many of the treasures in Junkertown’s vault, except, you’re the most valuable of all. Dez makes it a point to show you off a little every now and then, perch you on her lap at one of the many arena battles, stroking your skin lovingly to let her citizens know of what a prize she had, one they couldn’t touch lest they suffer her wrath. It was known you were special, a rarity, hers.

Treat her heart softly, and her loyalty is yours forever. But tug on her hair while she eats you out? Or leg lock her while she’s got her strap buried deep between your legs, starry-eyed and begging to finish? Oh, she’ll eat you whole.💞💞💞

[letternotekisses]

Okay..bear with me bcs I’ve been playing with this idea in my head for a while…but like Mauga w a single!mom reader that’s an absolute milf!! The dad was out of the picture ever since she got pregnant, and Mauga loving on her and her baby!! And him lowkey having a daddy/lactation kink..and just wanting to give her a kid of his own 😋😋😋

I have a lot to say about this but that’s all for now LMAO

- ☀️

☀️ anon ur brain has blessed me oh my…might have to expand on this later on

he’d be such a good step in dad, even insisting on giving the kid a few siblings☺️☺️ which you then warm up to rather quickly after mauga has you thrown over the bed, his hand slotting between your thighs, murmuring against your skin about how good your tits look while pregnant and how he can’t wait to fill you up nice and full so he can prove just how good of a daddy he can be..

[letternotekisses]

Mauga is an absolute munch. That man loves being buried between thighs, I will die on this hill. (That and a daddy kink but like... that's just cause I want it-)

For your ovulation needs

fuuuckkk he so is. he spends half his time face down in that pretty pussy with your thighs squeezing each side of his head, he cannot get enough, and rumbles into ur skin like a happy rottie if you thread your fingers harshly into his hair, unable to control ur jerky movements because he won’t stop tongue fucking u even though ur so close to cumming

tears threatening to spill because he wants to pull another orgasm out of you, and ur begging for him to slow down, trying to appeal to him by playing coy and calling him daddy, so sweet and pliant just the way he likes but it only has him rock hard and grinding against the sheets, grinning at you like a shark before he wrings another toe curling orgasm out of u

…sighhhh anon ur wonderful brain💞💞

[letternotekisses]

Katie I just wanted to say I love you so much and I’m a big fannn!! Do you have any thoughts on face riding w Mauga 😋

-☀️

i love u too and I love this idea ☀️anon this is yum actually

mauga is a fucking MUNCH I fear, and he finds it laughable if you’re hesitant to put any weight on his face, not only is he absolutely fiending to get a taste of ur pussy, he wants you to ride his face to ur little hearts content

trust me, he can take it. and in fact that mf will grab onto your thighs and eagerly guide your movements, licking and slurping away like he can’t get enough, and the only way he’ll let you down from ur throne is if you’re trembling and overstimulated after cumming in his mouth

also. grab onto the hair. grab it and pull it. he will moan into your cunt and pull you down faster, gets him achingly hard within seconds 💞💞💞