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[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 9: Praise Kink || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/F!Reader

Praise Kink Summary: Bradley is a good man. You let him know exactly how much he means to you.  660 words Female/AFAB reader. Established relationship. Warning: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: hand job.  Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

Early morning sunlight creeps through the partially open curtains. Bradley is sprawled out on top of you, his head resting on your chest. Your fingers card through his damp curls, your touch languid and lazy. He had woken you up a few hours ago, tangling up in arms and legs, sweet kisses and sweaty sheets. Now, in the quiet of the morning he’s curled up with you, fingers brushing along your sides. He’s warm and heavy, comforting. “You still with me Lieutenant?”

His chuckle sends warmth spiraling through you. “Just thinking about how I want to spend the day with you.” Bradley presses a kiss to your sternum. “It’s my first day off with you in weeks. Maybe I want to spend the entire day in bed, order bad take out and remember all the ways I can make you cum.” “Sounds like a wonderful time.” You murmur softly. “Such a good boy.” You feel his breath hitch against your skin, the slow shiver working its way down his back. “Always so good to me. You know just how to touch me.” “I like making you feel good sweetheart.” “I know you do. Love the way you make me cum at least twice before you fuck me. You lick my pussy so well baby. When you use those gorgeous thick fingers.” He whimpers softly, face pressing tighter to your chest. “You’re so good to me baby.” Bradley whines your name, soft kisses raining down on your torso, your stomach. Gently you tug on his hair, drawing him back up your body. “Let me, please.” His eyes are dark, lower lip swollen from where he was biting it. “You’re one of the best men I’ve ever known.” You let your fingers trail down his cheek, along his jaw, tipping his chin up, those beautiful eyes looking up at you. “You’re gentle, and kind. Strong.” Your thumb passes over his chin and his lips part. “You make me feel so safe. You’ve given me a home just by being here.” He trembles, shifting his weight above you. You can feel how hard he is through the baggy gray sweats. “Oh, sweet Bradley, you’re a wonder.” His eyes flutter closed and the sound that slides past parted lips makes your pussy clench. His mouth closes over yours, soft and needy. Your hands slide over his bare shoulders, tracing along the defined muscles in his back, feeling the golden skin ripple under your hands. His cock twitches against your thigh, and you smile against the kiss. “You like hearing how much of a good man you are?” He ducks his head, burying it in the curve of your neck. You caught a glimpse of the flush rising on his cheeks. Your hand slides between the two of you, sneaking under the waistband of his sweats. His cock is so hard, heavy and hot in your hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “You fuck me so well.” Bradley’s moustache scrapes against your sensitive skin. “Fill me more than I’ve ever been filled. Nothing feels as good as this gorgeous cock in me.” His hips rock thrusting into your hand. “When you’re gone and I have to fuck myself, it’s not as good.” “Baby,” he groans raggedly. “I found one that’s close, so close to your cock, but it’s not enough. Not as good as you.” You press a kiss to his temple. “You gonna cum like this sweet boy?” He nods against your neck, whimpering as he continues to rut into your fist. “I want to watch you cum. I want to see how good my words make you feel baby. Come on please, let me see my good boy.” Bradley lifts his head, his cheeks dark and flushed, eyes half lidded. He’s panting, needy sounds swallowed by your kiss. It doesn’t take him long to spill into your hand. With a soft smile, you lean in and kiss his forehead. “There’s my good boy.”

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 8: Pegging || Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Pegging Summary: Phoenix gives Bob something he’s been craving.  1636 words Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/Robert “Bob” Floyd.  Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI anal sex, pegging, use of a strap on Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

There's a buzzing under his skin, an itch in his hands that he can't quite soothe. He hadn't been sleeping well, surviving on bitter black coffee and energy drinks. Robert knew, he knew what would quell the creeping sense of impending doom. However, here, at Miramar there was no way he could find someone to keep it quiet. So here, he sat in his dorm room, once again glad that he had a solo space.

He rubs his hands against his thighs, the touch only sending electric shocks running through him, only compounding the frustration he felt. He aches, needing the stretch and fullness of being taken. He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.

The frustration had spilled over into his work life, snarling openly at Hangman. The worst of it was getting into it verbally with Phoenix. His free hand curls horrified that he had nearly shoved her out of his way. The person he trusted more than anyone in the world.

Guilt had made the bile rise in his throat when he realized she had braced for the shove. Instead, he turned and stalked off toward the locker room.

There's a knock at the door and he starts. Bob gets to his feet, shuffling over to it. He blinks owlishly when he sees Natasha standing on the other side. She pushes past him, taking a seat at his desk. He closes the door and turns to look at her.

"What's going on Floyd?"

He winces, arms crossed as he leans against the door.

"It won't happen again. I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, mouth in a tense line. "Bob, I depend on you up there. I need to know if there's something that's going on."

"I'll take care of it." Bob says softly. He could look for something a couple hours away. That would work.

She gets off the chair, staking toward him. Her hand reaches up, cupping his cheek. His eyes close leaning into the touch. His chest is tight, lips parted a soft needy sound escaping from the back of his throat.

"Bob?" Her fingers trace his cheekbone, his jaw. Her thumb brushing his lower lip. He chases the digit with his tongue.

"I'm sorry." He knows that desperation has brought out his accent, the vowels are round and full in his mouth.

"I know it's not me, so what do you need?" There's nothing but gentleness in those dark eyes that pierce through him.

"I switch." He licks his lips. He had come out as bi to Natasha soon after they had started flying together. He had been her wingman when she had gone on a date with a cute townie girl.

Realization fluttered across her face. "Grindr?"

He clears his throat, "Can't risk it."

"Oh Bobby," she says softly.  "I-I could help you out." There's a flush on her cheeks, her breathing a little shallower than before.

"I thought about it. But I can't ask you-- that's beyond..."

Phoenix's hand presses against his mouth. "Be quiet." Her weight shifts and she pressed him against the door. "Nod or shake your head."

He nods.

"You need someone to rail that tight ass." She says, he nods. "Face down?"

Bob nods again.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

He hesitates, shrugs.

"You can let me know if you need it." He nods.

"I'm going to go get what you need. You get undressed and lay down. I'll get you ready." She leans up on her toes whispering into his ear. "I'll fuck you good Bobby. Give you what you need sweet boy." Bob steps aside when she jerks her head toward the bed. It was easier to breathe when she let the door closed behind her. It takes a few minutes for his heart to get back to a regular pace. He runs his hands through his hair, exhaling forcefully through his nose. The distance from where he stood to the bed seemed too large, even as he shed his shirt, placing it on the dresser. He shoves his sweats down, stepping out of them, putting them on the dresser as well. Bob’s hand shook as he placed his glasses on the nightstand, digging out a bottle of lube and a condom. He stretches out on the bed, resting his head in his arms, focusing on his breathing. There’s a soft knock, a few moments pass before the door opens and closes, the lock clicking. His eyes close when gentle hands land on his calf. “How long has it been?” “Months,” he feels his shoulders relax as her touch lingers on his calves, rubbing at taut muscles. “I can normally handle it myself… I haven’t been able to.” She sighs, “I’m sorry. I understand how hard it is.” The massage continues up to his thighs. He’s vaguely aware of the heat rising on his face, and it spreads down his neck. The way she touched, the way she was talking to him. She was doing this for him even though there was no attraction between the two of them. The bed shifts, the soft cotton of Natasha’s shirt, brushed against his back. She reaches over him, before she’s settling further up on the bed next to him. “I’ve got you,” she says simply. One of her legs slides between his, pulling them apart. Natasha settles between his thighs. “I’ll stop at anytime if this gets to be too much.” “I know,” Bob says quickly, probably too quickly. His shivers at the first pass of a slick finger, a whimper passing his lips. Natasha works him open, and by the time she’s two fingers deep, he’s rocking against the mattress. “Feels good.” He mutters. “Feels really good.” He’s so hard he’s nearly cross-eyed, his cock smearing against his stomach. Her hand slides under him, and he lifts himself, resting his weight on his arms. “Good boy,” Natasha mutters, the words ghosting against his back. “You take it so well,” her fingers twist and his voice breaks in a sob. Her fingers continue to drag over his prostate until he’s trembling. “Please?” His hands clutch at the blankets, head bowed, lower lip caught between his teeth. “You ready for it?” Natasha eases her fingers from him. He hears the slick sound of her lubing her strap. She nudges his legs further apart, her hand sliding up his back, resting between his shoulder blades, pressing his upper body against the mattress. “Breathe for me,” She whispers. The stretch is immediate, and he moans wordlessly. She doesn’t stop until she’s bottomed out, her hips flush against his ass. He nods slightly and Natasha starts to move, fucking into him with an easy pace letting him get used to the feeling of the strap. “Go on Bobby, let go.” Her hand grips the back of his neck, and he shivers. His hips rock back, meeting her thrusts. Her praise urges him on, and he fucks himself on her strap whining when she angles her hips, thrusting deeper into him. Her weight drops against his back, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head realizing that she had put on a binder for him. Giving him the feeling of someone that she wasn’t. She’s not as broad as who he wants to have against his back, but the way Natasha fucks him made up for it. The ache, the longing, replaced with mind-numbing pleasure. Bob groans softly, feels the pieces of himself coming back together. Nat’s hands urge him up to his knees, the angle of her thrusts even deeper than before. Her arm circles his torso, pressing herself fully to him. Bob feels himself arch back when he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself. Natasha grunts softly, but keeps a tight hold of him, fucking into him harder. “Who are you thinking about?” Her voice is hoarse, strained. “I won’t say anything.” He whimpers softly, the man’s name spilling past parted lips, grip tightening around his cock as he strokes. “Come for him Bobby, come for him.” His breath hitches, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. Eyes closed, stroking his cock, slow, dragging his hand up and down his shaft. His hand is sticky with precum, his cock twitching when Natasha continues to thrust over that spot that makes him see stars. “Gonna cum.” Her touch moves, hands settling on his hips, holding him as she continues to fuck him. He comes hard, his cum splattering on his chest and stomach. Natasha’s thrusts slow and she laughs softly, throatily. “That was incredible.” She gently pulls out, and Bob nearly falls forward, catching himself on his hands. “Are you okay?” He nods, licking his lips. “Yeah.” He takes a breath, feeling the pain in his chest subside for the first time in a few weeks. “Natasha…” Her hand smooths down his back. “It’s alright.” Her voice is so soft, but the warmth and gentleness that he’s grown to recognize that was just her came through. “Let me get cleaned up, you get cleaned up, and I’ll come back and snuggle.” “You want to snuggle me?” Bob can’t help but chuckle. “Bobby I just fucked your brains out. That was intense. I’m not just going to leave you.” He rolls over, and sits up, watching as she wiggled out of her harness, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants. “Are we okay?” She nods, “Still totally not interested in men.” She winks playfully at him. “I also much prefer someone softer and curvier under me. You’re bony.” Natasha tucks the strap and harness into a bag. “Get cleaned up. I’ll be back.” 

She’s halfway to the door, when she glances over her shoulder. “You know, you really should talk to him. I’m sure Rooster would fuck you better than I can.”