LIPSTICK MARKS | Matt Sturniolo

LIPSTICK MARKS | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: you were staying over at your boyfriend's place, and he had been gaming all day playing fortnite while you were on his lap but once you started kissing him and marking him up, it was now leading to more passionate moments.

warnings: smut, blow job, submissive matt, unprotected, gentle sex, whimpering matt, handjob, pet names (mommy, baby, darling, good boy, slut), nipple playing, hair grabbing, biting.

a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. Do you play fortnite??

WORDS: 3.1k

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you - pink | matt - blue | nick - purple

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You've been hanging out with your boyfriend for two days now, and even though he didn't want you to leave, you decided to stay at his because you had a whole week with no plans.

Currently, he is playing Fortnite while you were sitting on his lap. He was on his gaming chair but occasionally he had his hand on your thigh, but not for long due to he’s focused on the game.

He is on mic with his brother Nick, as Chris couldn't be bothered to play at the moment so it left to them two. "110!" Matt exclaims as he successfully hits an enemy with a sniper shot.

While playing, you can hear Nick yelling at Matt for help, even though Matt is already assisting. "GET HIM! I'M LITERALLY ON 20 HEALTH, YOU DUMB FUCK!" Nick shouts over the mic.

You can't help but laugh quietly at nick due to you faintly heard him on mic. Matt groans as he got knocked down after being sniped by the opponent they both were trying to kill.

He glances at you before moving your position slightly on his lap so your comfortable. He couldn’t help but your movements were gonna start arousing him, though he doesn't say anything and tries to focus on what to say to you while he’s spectating Nick who’s trying to get his reboot card and run.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, muting himself to avoid being teased by Nick. "Yeah, how about you?" You reply with a smile, and he nods before kissing your cheek.

He wrapped his arms around you for a moment, taking a break from playing. His thumb gently rubbed your arm. “Sorry if I’m boring you,” he said, making you chuckle.

“You’re not,” you replied, and he simply smiled before kissing your head. In the background, you could faintly hear Nick screaming on his mic as he was being pursued by an opponent, while Matt had temporarily watching due to he died.

“FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LEAVE ME ALONE!” Nick shouted, although his opponent couldn't actually hear him. Matt chuckled, then unmuted and put his headset back on. “No need to scream,” he teased, but you could have sworn Nick rolled his eyes.

Matt kept his arm around you as he watched Nick, who surprisingly managed to stay alive despite being considered the weakest player of the group. Matt didn't mind as long as Nick was still in the game.

You traced your fingers over his tattoos, a gesture he enjoyed. He looked at your hands before kissing your head.

Nick hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should reboot Matt at reckless railways or not due to there was a medallion. He risked it, guided by the yellow circle on the map indicating the enemy with the medallion was moving away.

"You're only on twenty health.. you should find some meds," Matt advised, rubbing your arm before focusing back on the game, with you still sitting on his lap.

"I'll manage for now," the eldest triplet assured Matt, as he returned to the game, searching for weapons instead of settling for a grey pistol.

You were watching him game as he gathered loot, followed by Nick. "There are six people left, two duos including us, and two solos," Nick calculated. "Got it."

As the game reached its final moments with only two teams remaining, Matt spotted the other duo and roughly marked their location. "They're around there.. I saw both of them," he noted, giving a slight indication of their whereabouts due to their medallions and he saw them.

Nick acted without hesitation, taking a shot at the opponent, but it was only a body shot. "34," he exclaimed, as he swiftly swung his assault rifle at the player who was building cover, while another opponent attempted to snipe.

Matt tried to assist by firing back, but Nick was soon taken down by a headshot. As Matt constructed protective barriers, he spoke on mic, "Come here," prompting Nick to crawl towards him in the game.

Despite the attackers targeting his structures, Matt persevered in attempting to revive Nick. "Damn it, I'm running low on materials," he muttered, dividing his focus between building and reviving to avoid getting shot.

"Leave me behind," Nick insisted, but Matt refused, knowing their chances of survival were slim without him.

As you observed their gameplay, you shifted slightly on his lap, causing him to bite his lip not just from concentration, but also from the heat of your body against his, starting to make him hard.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath as Nick was revived and began healing with a Medkit. "Head to the circle."

As he watched the enemy player with the medal on his map move away, likely heading towards the circle, he scanned the area with his sniper rifle but found nothing at the moment. Without hesitation, he dashed towards the circle, with Nick following suit.

They soon found themselves inside the circle, while their foes remained hidden. Matt muted himself and concealed his character in a bush in the game. "Baby," he whispered, feeling a rush of excitement just from gazing into your eyes.

"You keep moving, and it's turning me on," he expressed after ensuring he was muted. You simply stared back at him, while Nick's voice came through the mic faintly, "Are you there?"

Just as Matt was about to unmute himself, you intervened. "I'll take care of your little issue if you promise not to mute yourself." This statement puzzled Matt, but he agreed to your terms.

You stood up from his lap, causing him to furrow his brow and frown. However, he soon realized you were now kneeling in front of him, which widened his eyes. "Y/n," he murmured, but you didn't act, only whispering, "Unmute yourself... be a good boy, hm?" Matt complied, though his hands trembled as he grew more aroused.

Matt confirmed his presence with a simple “Yeah, I'm here,” as he gazed at you briefly before refocusing on the game to locate the elusive duo before the circle closed in.

You began to tease him, eliciting a surprised moan that he quickly stifled with his hand. "What the fuck?!" Nick exclaimed over the mic upon hearing the moan, but then laughed. Matt chuckled so it wasn’t awkward, though his attention remained primarily on the game.

Removing his jeans and boxers, you found his throbbing cock exposed to the cool air. "I've found them," Matt announced, as you began stroking him, causing him to bite his lip and let out a whimper. Fortunately, Nick either didn't hear or chose not to acknowledge it.

As they both engaged in shooting at the enemy in the game, you, with your hand now covered in pre-cum, continued to pleasure Matt, whose legs widened to give you better access and control.

His focus disrupted, Matt was eventually taken down in the game. "Damn," he muttered, a soft moan escaping him under your touch.

You watched as Matt leaned on his gaming chair, trying not to make a sound because he couldn't mute himself. He kept glancing at you, stroking him, which made him whimper. Then his attention turned back to the game, where he was was spectating Nick once again.

He removed his headset and placed it around his neck, but, as you had instructed, he didn't unmute himself. "Please, mommy," he whispered so softly that Nick couldn't hear.

"Louder," you urged, causing him to look at you with his blue eyes fixed on your face. He hesitated for a moment before repeating it louder, knowing that Nick heard this time. "Please, mommy," he said more audibly and firmly. Nick asked why he had said that, but he didn't respond.

You increased your stroking pace, eliciting a stifled moan from him and causing his legs to faintly tremble. He closed his eyes, whimpering.

Feeling the need to mute himself, he did so, placing the headset on the table. As you looked at him, he spoke, "fuck you for this," before grabbing your hair and making you gag on his member. "Choke on me, baby. Get what you deserve."

He watched as you pleasured him, guiding you gently. "That's it, darling," he said as you took him deep, causing you to gag slightly as his sensitive tip brushed the back of your throat.

Looking up at him, you noticed his grip on your hair tightening as he neared climax, urging you to pick up the pace. You traced your tongue along his veins, eliciting moans and whimpers from him.

"holy fuck, mommy!" he exclaimed, not too loudly to alert his two identical brothers nearby. He notice he had won a game Nick seemed to finished for them both.

Releasing your hair, he allowed you to take control while you continued your ministrations. "I'm so close, baby," he whimpered as his moans intensified.

He reached his peak in your mouth, some of it spilling onto your chin, his breathing heavy. “Shit..” he muttered, closing his eyes and catching his breath.

"Darling," he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face to gaze at you after you had finished giving him pleasure. “yeah?”

He stayed silent for a moment. He could hear Nick faintly on the mic, but it seemed like he had given up asking where Matt was or what he was doing. Nick was now watching TikTok while they were both in the lobby.

“you marked me in a way, your lipstick all around my dick” he whispered before cleaning himself up with a tissue. His dick was now soft, no longer hard from the earlier head you had given him but you both couldn’t help but chuckle.

Matt got off the gaming chair, put on fresh boxers, but couldn’t be bothered to put on sweatpants at 8pm. He looked at you and chuckled before wiping a tiny bit of his cum off your chin. “Missed a bit,” he teased, which made you chuckle before replying, “seems like I have.”

He grabbed your hand and sat you on his lap once he was back in the gaming chair. He noticed the hairband in your messy ponytail that he had pulled earlier, so he gently let your hair down and made a neater ponytail for you.

"I'm going back on the mic, okay?" He said before placing his hand on your thigh and putting on his mic. He could hear his brother TikTok, "I'm back," which made Nick gasp. "Finally, after years it feels like"

They played a few matches and lost their crown win, but it was now around late 10pm. You were on your phone and then watching him. He was mostly dying, but he wasn't focused on it anymore ever since you gave him head. He loved the way you did it, and he didn't know how he was going to forget about it since it was probably one of the best he’s had.

"You still haven't answered me. Why did you disappear?" Nick said, and Matt's cheeks turned red, but he lied. "I mean, my girlfriend is here. I can't just be gaming all day and forget about her."

Since nick now got his answer, he was buying it especially since he knew you were actually in matts room for another night. He even didn't notice that Matt was saying a lie.

The middle triplet, Matt was daydreaming while spectating Nick due to the number of times he died, even dying by two Fortnite AIs.

All he thought about was how you gave him the head and wanting you even more.

He thought for a moment, still listening to Nick a little longer before deciding to excuse himself. "Nick, I'll be right back," he said, muting himself and removing his microphone, placing it around his neck.

He glanced at you, engrossed in your phone, and couldn't help but smile. "y/n," he whispered, catching your attention.

His eyes were filled with love and another emotion that you recognized from the way he looked at you earlier.. lust. "Yeah?" you responded.

"Can you ride me while I play? I promise to behave," Matt murmured, locking eyes with you with his blue gaze.

Your eyes widened, but you couldn't resist rolling them at his vulnerability. Nevertheless, you started kissing his neck, eliciting soft moans from him.

"I didn't expect you to be in the mood already," he murmured, ensuring that he was still muted, which he fortunately was.

Leaving lipstick marks on his neck, you whispered, "Talk to your brother if you want," knowing his skin was a bit paler than most.

"I can't... I know he will realise that we are fucking," he mumbled, closing his eyes as you gently moved your hips against him.

"I swear if I'm not inside you in the next five minutes, I'll lose control and take you forcefully," he said firmly, releasing a moan as his hands gripped your hips.

You began to kiss his neck, causing him to moan even louder, but then decided to playfully tease him. "You can't leave your brother waiting," you said with a smirk, to which he just cursed.

"Forget him... all I want is for you to be with me," he whispered, biting his lip and locking eyes with you. "I should speak.. shouldn’t I?" he groaned.

You chuckled softly and increased the pace of your movements before glancing at him, noticing the marks you left on his neck.

He simply looked at you before putting his microphone back on. "I'm going to spend some time with my girlfriend," he announced quickly before exiting the Fortnite lobby and shutting down his PC.

Before you could say anything, he gently placed his headset down and kissed your lips, his hands tangled in your hair, drawing you closer. "Fuck me, please... I'm such a slut, I swear, but only for you," he whispered.

He let out a soft whimper as you removed his shirt, his breath hitching when your hands touched his cool chest.

You glanced at him in his boxers, while you were in a shirt and shorts from a brand called Let's Trip, as you had been about to head to bed not long ago.

"Well, like I said.. I am a slut for you, but you are as well since your the one sitting on my lap without underwear or a bra," he said with a smirk, but you just rolled your eyes playfully and began to palm him instead of grinding against his lap.

His eyes widened as he let out a loud moan before biting your shoulder and closing his eyes. "Y/n... seriously. I'm about to cum and I'm not even inside you yet."

You noticed him playing with your shirt, so you paused as he removed it, revealing your breasts.

His eyes widened, but he wasted no time and began rubbing his thumb on your sensitive nipples before sucking on them, listening to your soft moans.

He was desperate to be inside you and couldn't wait any longer. He pulled away briefly to look at you before removing your shorts without asking, knowing you would allow it.

Now naked before him, he was only in boxers, he kissed the shoulder where he had left a mark. "Sorry," he mumbled. “Don’t worry..”

You felt his soft lips on your skin, but then he patted your thigh, indicating for you to get off his lap. As you stood up, he removed his boxers, revealing his throbbing, erect member.

"Please, baby... I need you so badly," he whimpered as you returned to his lap, slowly taking him inside you.

You let out a soft moan as Matt became a whimpering mess, feeling how tight you were around him. He held your hip to encourage you to slow down. "Take your time," he mumbled.

No matter what, he always prioritized your comfort, even if he lost control. He always made sure you were okay.

He arched his back as you felt his size inside you, guiding you down onto him, hearing you moan with a mix of pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to reassure you. He loosened his grip on your hips and slowly guided you to grind on him to ease the discomfort. "Ah..." you groaned.

You glanced at Matt, who was a moaning mess but was trying to hold back, focused on making sure you were not in pain.

He continued to guide your hips, and soon he found your G-spot, causing you to moan and roll your eyes back slightly, while Matt gasped and groaned.

"Oh my..." He said as you now ground your hips on his lap, covering his mouth to avoid drawing attention. "Y/n!" he whimpered.

He slowly released his grip and carefully placed it on his gaming chair, gripping the arm rest tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white.

As you picked up the pace and began moaning louder, though not as loudly as Matt, who always did when he was submissive, he whispered, "Mommy..."

"Are you close already?" you asked in a hushed tone, to which he nodded. He moved his hands, now squeezing your backside, but couldn't help the tremors running through his body as his orgasm approached.

"Me too," you said before increasing the intensity slightly, mindful of his sensitivity when he wasn't in a dominant role. "Slow down."

You matched his desired rhythm with your hips, but it was still satisfying for you. Soon, he climaxed inside you, emitting a moan that might have been heard by one of his brothers.

You reached your peak with him, letting out a loud moan, though not as loud as his, and soon found yourselves panting, covered in sweat, and his room likely smelling of sex. He rubbed your back and kissed your jawline.

Exhausted, he whispered, “No more rounds, please,” as he caught his breath. You nodded in understanding and hugged him briefly before attempting to get off his lap. However, he shook his head, signaling for you to stay seated.

“Just a little longer?” he asked, to which you huffed before speaking. “Only because I care about you- and love you,” as you wrap your arms around him again.

MIYAS MASTERLIST

Y/N had always cherished the quiet moments with Bucky, the nights spent in each other's arms, the way he made her feel safe and loved. It had been a whirlwind romance, starting with a chance meeting at a cozy little bookstore in Brooklyn and blossoming into something neither of them had anticipated. They had faced challenges, of course, but their bond only grew stronger.

One particular night stood out in Y/N's mind. It had been a night filled with passion, a night where they had let go of all their worries and simply existed in the moment. The memory of Bucky's touch, his whispered promises, and the way he had made her feel was something she held close to her heart.

A few weeks later, Y/N noticed she was feeling different. There was a persistent nausea in the mornings and an overwhelming sense of fatigue that she couldn't shake. She tried to ignore it at first, attributing it to stress or maybe a lingering cold. But as the days went by, the signs became harder to dismiss.

One sunny afternoon, she decided to take a pregnancy test, more out of a desire to rule out the possibility than anything else. She bought a test from the pharmacy on her way home, her heart pounding in her chest. Back in the safety of her apartment, she followed the instructions and then waited, staring at the small window on the test with bated breath.

When the result appeared, her heart skipped a beat. Two lines. Positive. She was pregnant.

A wave of emotions crashed over her – joy, fear, excitement, uncertainty. She sank onto the edge of the bathtub, clutching the test in her hand. Her mind raced with thoughts of the future, of Bucky, of how this new life would change everything.

Y/N knew she had to tell Bucky, but she wanted it to be special. He deserved a moment that matched the significance of the news. She spent the next few days planning, trying to come up with the perfect way to surprise him. Finally, she settled on an idea that felt just right.

On the evening she planned to tell him, Y/N set the stage carefully. She prepared a cozy dinner at her apartment, filled with all of Bucky's favorite dishes. She decorated the living room with soft, twinkling fairy lights and lit a few candles to create a warm, inviting atmosphere. In the center of the coffee table, she placed a small, neatly wrapped box.

Bucky arrived right on time, as always. He walked through the door with a smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Hey, doll," he greeted, pulling her into a hug. "Everything looks amazing."

Y/N returned his embrace, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "I wanted tonight to be special," she said, her voice soft but steady.

They enjoyed the meal together, chatting and laughing, the warmth between them palpable. Y/N found herself getting lost in the moment, savoring the time they spent together. But throughout the evening, her gaze kept drifting to the box on the table, her excitement building.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, settling onto the couch. Bucky noticed the box and raised an eyebrow. "What's this?" he asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Y/N took a deep breath, her nerves tingling. "It's for you," she said, handing him the box. "Go ahead, open it."

Bucky took the box, his fingers deftly unwrapping the ribbon. He lifted the lid and pulled out a small, handcrafted wooden figure. It was a soldier, meticulously carved with intricate detail. He turned it over in his hands, a puzzled expression on his face. Then, he noticed the small, folded piece of paper tucked underneath it. He opened the note, his eyes scanning the words.

"You're going to be a dad."

For a moment, Bucky was silent, his eyes wide as he processed the words. He looked up at Y/N, his expression a mixture of shock and wonder. "Y/N, are you...?"

She nodded, tears of joy brimming in her eyes. "Yes, Bucky. I'm pregnant."

A slow, radiant smile spread across Bucky's face. He reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I can't believe it," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We're going to have a baby."

They held each other for a long time, the reality of their new future sinking in. Bucky pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "How do you feel about it?" he asked gently.

"I'm scared," Y/N admitted. "But I'm also incredibly happy. I know it's going to be a big change, but I can't think of anyone else I'd want to go through this with."

Bucky cupped her face in his hands, his touch tender. "We're in this together, Y/N. We'll figure it out, one step at a time."

In the weeks that followed, they navigated the ups and downs of pregnancy together. Bucky was by her side at every doctor's appointment, his protective nature coming to the forefront. He would talk to her belly, whispering sweet words to their growing baby, his excitement and love evident in every gesture.

They spent nights planning and dreaming about their future, imagining the kind of parents they wanted to be. Bucky would often wake up in the middle of the night, just to check on Y/N, his hand resting gently on her growing belly, a look of awe and contentment on his face.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Y/N felt a fluttering sensation in her abdomen. She gasped, grabbing Bucky's hand and placing it where she felt the movement. "I think the baby just kicked," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Bucky's eyes lit up, and he gently pressed his hand against her belly. A moment later, he felt it too – a tiny, almost imperceptible kick. He looked at Y/N, his expression filled with awe. "That's our little one," he said softly, his voice choked with emotion.

As the months passed, their excitement grew along with Y/N's belly. They prepared the nursery together, Bucky carefully assembling the crib and painting the walls a soothing shade of blue. They filled the room with soft toys, books, and little clothes, each item a testament to their love and anticipation.

One night, as they lay in bed, Y/N turned to Bucky, her hand resting on his chest. "I can't wait to see you with our baby," she said, her voice filled with tenderness. "You're going to be an amazing father."

Bucky smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude and love. "And you're going to be the best mother, Y/N. I can't wait to start this journey with you."

Finally, the day arrived. Y/N went into labor, and Bucky was there every step of the way, holding her hand and offering words of encouragement. It was a long and challenging process, but when their baby finally arrived, the room was filled with a sense of profound joy and relief.

Bucky held their newborn daughter in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he looked at her tiny, perfect features. He turned to Y/N, his heart overflowing with love. "She's beautiful," he whispered. "Just like her mother."

Y/N smiled, exhaustion and happiness mingling in her expression. "We did it, Bucky. We brought her into the world."

As they settled into their new life as parents, Bucky and Y/N found that their love only deepened. They faced sleepless nights and countless challenges, but they also experienced moments of pure, unadulterated joy. Their daughter grew, bringing laughter and light into their lives.

And through it all, Bucky and Y/N knew that they were stronger together. Their love had brought them this far, and it would continue to guide them as they embraced the beautiful, unpredictable journey of parenthood.

In those quiet moments, when the world seemed to stand still and they held their daughter close, they knew that they had found something truly extraordinary. A love that could withstand anything, a family that would endure, and a future filled with endless possibilities.

A/n: this is my first time please don't judge. I already know it's bad

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza loomed ahead, its neon lights flickering in the twilight. You had heard the rumors about this place, but the paycheck was too tempting to ignore. As you pushed through the creaky doors, you met Mike Schmidt, the night guard who had been here for a few nights already.

"New recruit?" Mike asked, his eyes scanning you. There was something about his gaze, a mixture of wariness and determination, that drew you in.

"Yeah, I’m here for the night shift," you replied, trying to hide your nervousness. The building's unsettling aura was already starting to get to you.

"Stick close," Mike said, his voice low. "This place is more dangerous than it looks."

The two of you made your way to the security office, where Mike showed you the array of grainy monitors. As the clock struck midnight, the hum of the building seemed to grow louder, more menacing. You felt a chill run down your spine.

"Keep an eye on the cameras," Mike instructed, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck. "They move when you’re not looking."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you scanned the cameras. The animatronics – Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy – stood lifeless on stage. Or so it seemed.

Hours passed in tense silence, the only sound being the occasional rustle as Mike shifted beside you. Suddenly, the power flickered, and a low, ominous hum filled the room. Your heart raced as you saw Bonnie had moved.

"Mike, look!" you whispered, pointing at the monitor. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing against yours, sending an unexpected jolt of electricity through you.

"Stay calm," Mike said, his voice steady. "We can handle this."

As the animatronics crept closer, you could feel the tension in the air thickening. Every brush of Mike's arm against yours, every shared glance, seemed to amplify the intensity of the situation. The danger made everything sharper, more acute.

The power suddenly dropped, plunging the building into darkness. Your flashlight flickered on, casting long shadows down the hallways. You and Mike moved together, navigating through the eerie corridors. The closeness, the shared fear, made your connection feel almost electric.

Foxy sprinted down the West Hall. Mike slammed the door shut just in time, but not before his hand brushed against yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"This place is insane," you whispered, trying to steady your breathing.

"You’re telling me," Mike replied, his voice low and rough. "But we’re in this together."

With the power out, the animatronics roamed freely. You and Mike found yourselves in a hidden room, panting and leaning against each other for support. The dim light cast shadows on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

"Thank you," you murmured, feeling a rush of gratitude and something more as you looked into his eyes.

"We’re not out of this yet," Mike replied, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "But we will be."

The moments of danger were interspersed with moments of intense connection. Every close call, every shared look, seemed to draw you closer. The building’s threats made every touch, every whispered word, feel more charged.

Finally, as dawn broke, you and Mike stumbled out of the building, battered but alive. The animatronics were locked away behind you, their mechanical roars fading into the distance.

Breathing heavily, you turned to Mike, the first light of morning casting a soft glow on his face. "We made it," you said, feeling a mixture of relief and exhilaration.

Mike’s eyes met yours, a small, relieved smile playing on his lips. "We did," he replied, his hand finding yours once more. "Together."

As you walked away from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you knew the nightmare was far from over. But with Mike by your side, you felt ready to face whatever came next.

also thinking about ethan getting flustered and shy around reader all the time in public (shes literally walking him like a dog that he has to hold onto her waist whenever she walks too fast) but in private its a whole different story.

smut below cut MDNI

"ooh look at that dress!" you gasped, squeezing ethan's hand before leading him into the direction of the store.

you stood in front of the window, trying to decide whether or not it was worth purchasing the piece of clothing.

ethan's hand dropped from yours to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as he waited patiently for you to decide.

"is it cute?" you asked, looking up at him with a curious expression as he stared at you in silence, "ethan?"

"s-sorry, what baby?"

you giggled at his answer, realizing he was busy staring at you then actually paying attention to what you were saying.

"you're so adorable," you smiled, standing on your toes to peck his lips quickly, causing his face to heat up almost immediately.

in front of family, friends, especially in public; ethan was this shy quiet boy who was too busy admiring his girlfriend to really pay attention to anything else, which you found adorable.

but behind closed doors, he was the one in charge.

"fuck, look at you- my little cock slut," he groaned from above you, mesmerized by the way his fat cock would disappear inside your tight hole.

you laid there under him completely powerless, brain foggy and eyes watering from his rough thrusts that seemed to rearrange your insides.

"too fucked out to answer?" he cooed, fake pout on his lips as he started toying with your nipples, causing a whine to drop from your mouth.

"good, just lay there and take this dick."

Thinking about the cutest little beefy babie Bucky who just needs cuddles and kisses and to feel small. He’s spent so much of his life forced into the complete opposite, the large killing machine who was hosed down with ice cold water, fed through tubes, his mind wiped a thousand times over. He knows he wants to be babied but he has no idea how to put it into words and he’s too embarrassed to ever bring it up. That's all he wants. A safe space all just for him.

The mission takes forever, mental and physical exhausting competing against each other to wear the soldier down. He sits at the able after mustering a quick shower; your heart hurts seeing him look so defeated, not touching his food, too tried to even lift the spoon.

“Here, let me feed you” you smiled, taking his plate from him and feeding him little bites of pasta. You notice the way his eyes light up, sitting up a little straighter for you while you carefully make sure not to spill anything. Your thumb wipes away a tiny smidge of sauce from the corner of his mouth and Bucky feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Thank you” he whispered, cheeks tinted pink

“What else do you need, Bub?” You caress his scruffy cheek and you swear you hear him whimper. He's in a headspace he can't quite place his finger on, desperately craving more of your affection. He contemplates keeping his mouth shut and just going to his room, not wanting to push his luck but you touch him so softly and he needs it so badly.

“Cuddles please?” He manages, immediately nuzzling into your side.

"Of course" You take his hand and lead him to your room, leaving the lamp on so Bucky isn't plunged into total darkness. He shuffles at the edge of your bed while you pull back the sheets, tugging him to lay on top of you. He’s physically much larger than you but on the inside he’s so little. He curls him self up into a ball, loving the way you wrap him up, holding him close to your body. His head rests against your chest and for the first time ever, he falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat without a single nightmare plaguing him.

Bucky managed to keep it between to two of you, those puppy eyes always a sign that he needed his safe space. Around others he'd hold himself together, going through the motions and as soon as he sees you, he simply melts. He only lets his inhibitions' down when there is no on else around.

There are some days where he's so lost in himself, so tired, so drained, he struggles with the most basic tasks. Tears well in his eyes, his head hurting as he tries to comb through his hair, some how making it worse. You hear a sniffle as you pass by his room, gently knocking before entering and seeing his fallen face.

“Mama?” He doesn't always realize when he calls you that but he can't help it. You're the safest person on the planet for him, so soft and pretty and oh so loving.

“What it is, bear” you coo, taking his hand away from tugging with the brush, seeing his frustrations grow. He whimpered at the knot in his hair that hurts to detangle, looking at you with glassy eyes. You lead him to sit down at the edge of his bed while you work through his chestnut lock. He lets out a content sigh when he feels your gentle nimble fingers work through his hair without hurting him. You graze and massage his scalp as you detangle and your small ministrations make it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“Sleepy” he mumbled, pushing his face into your tummy and hugging you close like his favorite stuffy. He lets out a precious yawn and pulls you to bed to cuddle.

“Go to sleep, bear" You whisper, kissing his forehead, rubbing his back in soothing circles. He nods against your skin before descending into soft snores.

Such a cute beefy baby.

───〃★ C’MERE, BRING THAT D⍣CK HERE .ᐟ

〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ You’ve been a good wife—you really have! But when your husband’s boss confronts you about him cheating with his secretary, you just can’t help but take up his offer to get back at him.

〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ nanami x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader, geto x fem!reader, cheating (not reader), smut (mdni), exhibitionism (sukuna, gojo), slight n⍣pple play, slight cl⍣t play, slight creamp⍣e (geto), full Nelson (gojo), office s⍣x.

〃★ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ I was gonna add toji but realized his broke assss not the boss of anyone🤧

────〃ଘ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - NICE ‘N SLOW

The wooden legs of his desk scrapped against the floor with every deep thrust, important paperwork scattered all over from how much he had you squirming from his slow, calculated movements. Your nails dug into the wood, scratching and latching onto the edge as your back arched, a cry of pleasure bubbling from your throat.

Was this wrong somehow? No. Your cheating scum of a husband should receive the treatment he’s given you. And you almost wished he’d walk in on the sight of his boss balls deep in his wife. Well, ex-wife, anyway.

Nanami leaned in to your ear and you shivered, feeling his breath fan past your neck, smelling his cologne and—fuck, you could feel his muscles through this suit against your back. “Hope you’ve finally found your worth. He never deserved you.”

His words entered one ear and came out the other with how hazy he had you feeling, cock penetrating you over and over in a cycle that had you feeling delirious. Your head spun, and the world seemed to blur from existence—except for Nanami; his hands, his words, his voice.

“I’ll make you feel better—cum better than he ever has.”

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - I’LL DO IT INSTEAD

Now, Satoru had always had his eyes on you. From the very first moment you came into the office, bringing your husband his forgotten lunch, he knew he had to have you. The whole interaction left him feeling bitter anyway—he only waved you off after he grabbed his lunch and refused to kiss you in front of his colleagues.

What kind of man was he?

Satoru had no problem fucking you in front of him, though.

You watched your husband’s wide eyes, embarrassed but basking in your sweet revenge. A smirk graced Satoru’s lips, his own focused on your husband’s flickering gaze from how he split your cunt open so lewdly to your bouncing tits as if in a trance.

“‘S how’s it feel? Watching your pretty little wife get ruined?” He breathed, strong arms folding you further into the full Nelson position he had you locked in. “You turned on, hm? Seein’ her lil’ cunt get fucked?”

Your eyes closed and your tongue lolled out, head thrown back onto Satoru’s shoulder as your hand came down to pinch your pulsing clit in circles.

Satoru peppered kisses upon your jawline and stopped by your ear. “Why don’t you tell him how good ‘m making you feel?”

────〃ଘ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 - DO IT BETTER!

You’d always had your eye out for your husband’s particularly hot and intimidating boss, though you’d always stray your gaze away from him out of respect and loyalty. Respect and loyalty that your husband never seemed to reciprocate.

And when his boss finally confirmed that he was cheating on you—you’d finally given into your fantasy of fucking him.

But this isn’t how you imagined your fantasy would go.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to you, either out of fear of what Sukuna would do or out of pure infatuation from how wet your cunt was. You sat on Sukuna’s lap, legs spread open for anyone and everyone to see—even your spouse whose face was a mix of anger and confusion.

He didn’t have the right to be mad right now.

You were almost about to curse him out when Sukuna slid in with one swift thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, tears already welling in your eyes as he began to move without giving you even a second to adjust to his abnormal size.

He bounced you on his lap, heavy balls smacking against your ass so loudly it resonated throughout the meeting room. His big hands groped your chest though your blouse, practically ripping it off you.

“I’ll show you fuckers how to properly fuck a pretty lil’ thing like her.”

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - LIKE YOU DESERVE

Heat creeped up into your face. You hadn’t expected your day to amount to anything—considering your husband’s boss had told you about his affair just a day before—but there you were, sat on the same man’s lap as he fucked up into your cunt.

I’ll fuck you like you deserve. Those were his words—the words that got you here in the first place.

Suguru’s fingers toyed with the hood of your clit, pinching the nub of nerves in such a gentle yet pleasurable way that had shocks of electricity rocking through you. Your legs shook and quivered with how wide he had you spread them, muscles beginning to feel sore after some amount of time.

But Suguru hadn’t had his fill yet, he had to show you—make you feel what your husband couldn’t do to your body. So, with his cock still pumping in and out of you recklessly, two fingers entered your mouth while his unoccupied hand pinched and twisted your hardened nipples.

“Suck,” he ordered, and you did. It was almost embarrassing how fast you complied, wrapping your tongue around his thick digits as you suckled on them, excess saliva dribbling down your chin.

And it was all so lewd. The ring of cum coating his cock from both your multiple orgasms, your red and pulsing clit, your moans—and shit. If Suguru knew one thing it was one thing only; he would keep his promise and fuck you like you deserve.