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lovebugism · 9 months

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Steddie get a little rough with you (because you beg for it) and then give you really good aftercare 💙💙

thanks for your request lovely! this focuses more on the aftercare rather than smut so i hope you like it!! — the one where you ask your boys to fuck you like they hate you but they can't help but love on you after (18+, smut, 1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

You’re sprawled out in the center of an unmade king-sized bed, lightheaded and sticky with cum — only some of it’s yours.

You’ve never felt this used before, this loved. You think it must be insane to feel so adored after being so barbarously fucked within an inch of your life, but you do anyway.

You can still feel the shape of their hands in the bruises they left on your hips. You can still feel their wet mouths in the lovebites sprinkled across your burning skin. You can still feel their hard cocks drilling into you in the cum that seeps from your pulsating pussy.

You can still feel the racing beats of their hearts from where their chests were so intently pressed against your own, pounding in time with yours. It was a piece of them you always knew you had, but one you can suddenly feel. Their hearts have crawled behind your ribcage and nestled on either side of your own.

That must be why your chest feels so strangely tight, you figure — why it’s equally as light and sparkling with golden sunshine.

“Did so good for us, baby,” Eddie coos to you even though he knows you can’t really hear him.

He sits on the edge of the bed beside your body and rubs a wide palm up and down your inner thigh. Your skin is damp with sweat, slick, and cum. “Such a good girl…”

Steve returns from the bathroom with a wet washcloth balled in his fist. His lower half is covered in briefs that leave little to the imagination, though his lean torso is fuzzy and bare.

His heavy, honey eyes go wide at the sight of you — still squirming softly on the sheets as though you were lying on a cloud.

He’s seen you in subspace before, but never this long.

His gaze flits to Eddie. The boy has pulled on a pair of plaid boxers and tied back his sweaty hair. Steve can feel his chest warm at the sight of both of you in his bed, so effortlessly looking the way you do. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he’d get hard all over again.

“She still out of it?”

“Yeah. She’s coming down, though… I think.”

They turn to look down at you simultaneously.

Your eyes have long fluttered shut. Your naked body twists in the aftershocks of your orgasm — all five of them.

One leg is straight out on the mattress and the other is bent, leaning into Eddie as he curls his hand around the inside of it. You’ve got one hand underneath the pillow and the other lazing absentmindedly on the pudge of your stomach.

You have no idea how beautiful you look, all bare and glowing and blissed out.

Still a bit dizzy and not all there, you can vaguely hear a conversation going on around you. The voices are muffled, as though you were hearing them from underwater. They come from every which direction, as far away as outer space.

You couldn’t understand them if you tried.

When Steve settles onto the mattress on your other side, it dips beneath his weight. It feels like he’s softly jostled the cloud you’re lying on. One hand props himself up and the other settles over yours on your stomach. His long fingers engulf your smaller fingers. He gives you a gentle squeeze you hardly feel.

“You okay, babe?”

Not yet equipped to answer him verbally, you only hum in response. It sounds like a soft moan. You sigh through your nose and arch your back for a moment.

Steve’s plush lips quirk in a crooked smile.

He’s always distantly feeling a sense of inadequacy even though he’s been with you for so long. He’s scared of being bullshit. Bullshit at being your boyfriend, at being Eddie’s boyfriend, and especially in the bedroom. He often needs verbal approval that he’s made you feel good.

It’s not so necessary anymore, though, and the thought makes his chest swell with pride.

“Can you give me a color, baby?”

You’re the one smiling now. It feels like you’re beaming, though in reality, it’s only vaguely hinting at your mouth.

He’d been so rough with you earlier — both him and Eddie. You told them to fuck you like they hated you and they did just that, leaving you in a useless puddle on an unmade bed. And even though you never once questioned that they actually hated you, it was nice to be verbally reassured that they still cared for you.

“M’okay…” you slur with a smile, eyes still closed. “M’green. M’so green. Bright green.”

“Broccoli green?” Eddie teases.

Even though you can’t see him, you can picture his wild hair and glimmering eyes and pink lips spread in a wide grin.

His hand squeezes your knee and you hum, nodding softly against the pillow.

“Like a pepper… Or a lime…”

“You heard her, Harrington. Our girl’s hungry. Go get in that kitchen.”

You hear the familiar sound of Eddie’s boyish laughter and Steve’s amused snort.

“I’m gonna clean you up first,” the latter boy tells you. “Is that okay?”

You nod.

Even though you’re distantly prepared for it, you still jerk when the rough rag meets your sensitive cunt. The warmth of it has gone cold with time.

“I know… I’m sorry, baby…” Steve murmurs sympathetically to you, using the gentlest touch he can muster as he wipes around your thighs and the outsides of your still quivering pussy.

Eddie lays down beside you. One hand props his head up and the other settles further down your thigh. “What do you want, huh, babe? Say the word, and Stevie’ll make it for you.”

The boy in question scoffs in return — not because he wouldn’t, but because he’s being volunteered for something he’s obviously not as good at.

Eddie was the cook between the three of you — a borderline chef at that. Steve often joked that was what made him fall in love after he swore he’d never catch feelings.

“Mm… A shower…” you answer finally.

Steve huffs out a laugh and tosses the balled-up rag on the other side of the bed. It dampens the cotton sheets, but you did that first, so he figures it really doesn’t matter.

“Uh, news flash, babe — you can’t eat a shower,” Eddie jokes with a teasing inflection.

Steve’s hand smooths over your jaw. You lean into his touch like a cat.

“I’ll start the water for you, okay? Then you can rest, and Eddie’ll fix whatever you want.”

You vaguely hear a slapping sound coming from over you. A smile tugs at your lips, knowing the honey-brunette boy was getting shoved for volunteering the other — even though Eddie had done it before.

You can slowly fill yourself descending from the clouds, still floating a little as you come back down from your high. Your bones are heavy with exhaustion — an utterly pleasant, faraway feeling you know is bound to ache come sunrise.

But you feel good now, pampered as Steve and Eddie continue to caress you while they argue back and forth.

After so thoroughly fucking you and taking you apart, they effortlessly put you back together again.

It didn’t matter how rough and cruel they pretended to be with you and your body. They hold all their love for you in their hands, and you feel it every time they touch you.

It’s like being basked in sunlight.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #st drabbles #steddie x reader #bug's summer fic fest!

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insaneprincess · 1 year

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toji letting his lil bunny gf ride him<3

🐾 praising, ass smacking, chocking, cowgirl, titty slapping, creampie, thick/chubby reader, not proofread

“fuck- jus’ like that princess” you whined raising your hips to slam them back down on toji lap. your ass continued to slap on his thighs and the previous mixed cum of yours and toji sticking in your inner thighs. you moaned at how he slapped your breast through the sheer lace fabric. you tried so hard to not close your eyes watching the grin toji had on his face before lifting his hips to meet your thrust. “ da-daddy oh my-” you cried out feeling your thighs shake and legs giving out. you leaned forward to have you lips against toji- tongues down each other throat while listening to the flithy sounds of skin slapping against one another. you buried your face in toji’s neck “shit- daddy ‘m gonna- gonna cum” and that made him go fast. the bed creaking under him once grabbed your hips, slamming you down on his cock- panting and grunting at the white nectar on his long grithy cock. he moved your pink panties to the side of your fat ass that blocked his cock from thrusting into you. a yelp at the big hand that slap your ass two times “you fuckin’ like that don’ you. my pretty lil bunny hm?”. he felt you squirm which made him lift your face up from his neck. you began to babble and cry out incoherent words letting toji know you’re about to cum. “ tell daddy what you want baby, c’mon be a good girl” he played with you swollen clit, helping you cum. acrylics straggling his sculptured back from how his cock hit your cervix. he rose up from the soft pillow beneath him while a hand went to your throat making him repeat what he said after not gaining an answer. “daddy i wanna cum please-please let me cum ima good girl” you could feel that your near- so close. “you want daddy to fill you up- gonna make you a mama. gonna look so cute and full yeah?” “ yes yes yes please gimme it daddy” you chanted totally obvious that your brain was no longer working and you were going stupid. when toji continued to slam in your fucked out pussy your back arched feeling his thick heavy load fill you up. could’ve sworn your little pudge looked full. you weren’t far behind- milk toji’s cock completely. “ fuck look at you ma” he chuckled while taking his phone out taking pictures of his artwork not forgetting to add it to his personal album.

#toji fushiguro #toji scenarios #toji smut #toji imagine #toji x y/n #toji zenin #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fic #toji x black reader #fushiguro toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro

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ddejavvu · 4 months

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Omg! I saw that fic you wrote based on friends tv series and i love it! Its so freaking cute!! Reading that fic remind me of another scene of friends tv series if you dont mind writing it?

Where chandler is having a bath and everyone just comes in at one point and start having conversations in the bathroom.

Maybe reader is like the therapist of the group and everyone wants her opinion on smtg and while reader is taking a bath, one by one just starting to enter and start having conversations with her and the rest until one of marauders (reader’s bf) start shooing everyone out so reader could have a peaceful bath?

i changed this a teeny bit, i'm sorry! but i've never seen friends so i think that's okay

"Y/N," Sirius is the first to interrupt your warm bath with James, meant to soothe his sore muscles after Quidditch practice, and lull you to sleep against his chest. Thankfully, James has poured a liberal amount of strawberry bubble bath into the water, so there's foam up to your necks.

"What's'a matter, Pads?" James answers for you while you try clearing the almost-sleep from your brain, but the man scoffs at him.

"Prongs, no offence, but I need help with makeup. And you're the last person in this castle I'd come to for that."

Before James can make an affronted retort, you pipe up, smoothing a soothing hand on James's thigh beneath the bubbles, "What do you need, Sirius?"

"Black or blue liner?" He shows off his outfit, then the two eyeliner pens in his hand.

"Black," You decide with a wrinkled nose, "Blue doesn't match your earrings."

"Thanks," Sirius grins, tossing the blue pen onto the counter and leaving with the black one, "Oh-! Sorry, Rem, go ahead."

Just when you'd been about to settle back against James's chest, Remus steps in, clearly having run into Sirius on the way out. James groans, but Remus incurs less of his wrath than Sirius often does, the price of becoming siblings as well as brothers.

"I left The Nightingale on your bed," Remus informs you, "Can I take Falling Leaves?"

"The smaller one," You nod, "Not the special edition. Sorry, Rem, I know you're careful, but I can't afford a chocolate stain on it."

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, but he'll respect your wishes. After all, he's careful in lending out special editions of his books, too.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Remus," James calls at the retreating form of his friend, "Do me a favor: close the door behind you!"

Remus does so, and James hooks an arm around your waist beneath the suds. It's warm and slightly pruned, and you sink into it gladly, reclining once more against his bare chest.

"Now that that's over," He gripes, his hand travelling below your waist, fingers hooking into the pudge of your thighs, "We could..."

"Don't even think about it," You pinch his thigh, just above the dome of his kneecap, ignoring his yelp in response, "This bath is to fix your sore muscles, not make new ones."

"I'm fine," James insists, burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck where fine droplets of water cling to your wispy hairs, "Please, darling, I swear I can-"

"Y/N?" Lily calls, the sweet tone of her voice matching the strawberry scent heavy in the air, "I know you're bathing, I'm sorry, but it'll only take a moment."

James holds his breath, but you use yours to call, "Come in, Lily," And he releases his in a scoff, fingers finally abandoning your thigh.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow your green sweater," Lily hums, politely avoiding any eye contact with James's muscled shoulders as he drapes his arms over the sides of the bathtub.

"G'head, babe," You smile sweetly at her, "You going to Hogsmeade?"

"The whole dorm is," She nods excitedly, "You wanna join?"

You consider it despite James's hand plunging back into the water and latching tight to your hip. Finally you decide, "No, but I might end up joining you if James can't learn to keep his hands to himself."

"Hey!" He tears his hand away from you once more, spilling water over the side of the tub when he finds purchase against the edge, "If you keep letting people barge in here, we won't be able to do anything anyways."

"Excellent point," You nod thoughtfully, and James's exasperated groan brings a smile to Lily's face that she shares giddily with you, "Lily, if you happen to see Professor McGonagall on your way over, send her in."

#james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one shot #james potter one-shot #james potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction

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sonicrainbooms · 1 year

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how do you think pear butter and bright mac died

well Apple Bloom exists, but neither she nor AJ remember too much about them. So AJ would have had to be really young, and Apple Bloom would have to have been too young.

I think Pear Butter died from complications during childbirth that are a bit Much for a children's show, and Bright Mac died at some point after due to heart break since he canonically loves her that much.

I think Granny would never tell them that, though, out of fear the kids would accuse him of loving PB more than them and leaving them orphans.

#mlp #my little pony #applejack #apple bloom #pear butter #bright mac #pudge answers #mayodayo

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fourmoony · 2 months

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This may be weirdly specific so feel free to ignore if so but

Jamie with a reader who’s never felt like she was someone’s first choice and is having a hard time grasping that she *is* his

thanks for requesting angel! 1.5k f!reader modern!au

he's my sweet boy i need him in a way i cannot describe

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James' shrill ring tone fills the room, but neither of you make an effort to move for it where it's buzzing against the coffee table. You probably should be the one to do it, considering you're sprawled across the top of James, making it rather difficult for him to move. But, he doesn't ask you to, so you don't. Even when it rings a second time. You think James might actually be asleep, unaware to the incessant ringing. He's slept through worse, in all fairness.

But he groans petulantly when the ringing stops, turns to ping after ping, the texts flashing across his locked screen and illuminating the dark calm of his living room. His hand leaves it's place on your hip, reaching half heartedly for the device and when he fails, you sigh and reach for it yourself. It'd been a peaceful two hours of relaxing, just existing together in the same space, not really talking, not really doing anything except revelling in the feeling of each other's presence on James' couch after a busy week of barely seeing each other. Between your work, James' rugby practices, and trying to maintain social lives, it'd been hard to have quality time.

You're okay with that. More than okay with that. James has his life and you have yours. This thing you have, it's new and it's fragile, and you won't dent it or risk losing it by being clingy, by telling James that you miss him, that you want to spend more time with him, friends and coworkers, practices and life be damned. You refuse. So you slide the top half of your body off the couch, one hand holding yourself up on the floor, and the other outstretched for James' phone.

His left hand cups the back of your thigh, fingers slipping between the left and right. It's an innocent touch, but heat floods your body all the same as your fingers wrap around his rubber phone case and you heave your body back on top of his. He grumbles when the phone starts to ring again, rubs an apologetic hand up and down the back of your thigh which has you forcing your face into the crease of his neck and shoulder to hide the bright red of your cheeks.

He rests his head atop yours as he answers the phone.

Sirius' voice booms through the speaker, though it's too muffled to make out what he's saying. James answers whatever it is with a tired sounding "Not tonight, mate."

There's more muffled talking, a couple of voices added into the mix and you assume that Sirius is in the local pub. Your heart sinks a little when you realise he's likely inviting James out, and you don't have the heart to tell him you'd rather stay inside the cozy confines of his flat, half asleep in the dim evening light. You don't want to seem controlling or toxic, so you lie still, control your breathing, don't react to whatever is coming down the line from Sirius' end.

James chuckles lightly, his free hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back, hand warm against your skin where it's worked it's way under your - his - rugby jumper. "Yeah, yeah, she's here." James' hand squeezes the pudge of your hip at the mention of you.

You tilt your head up in interest and James smiles down at you, warmly, presses his lips to the crown of your head as Sirius screeches down the phone.

"No. No, Sirius, she doesn't want to spend her only day off in the pub listening to you lot." James speaks with humour in his voice, but you can see the hint of frustration that's in his eyes.

You frown, wonder if he's frustrated because he feels he has to pick between you and his friends. You love his friends, you get on well with them, but he's right, you can't think of anything worse on your only day off than going to the pub. "You should go." You whisper, urging James by attempting to climb off of him.

His arm wraps tight around your waist, brows furrowed as he looks down at you and shakes his head, "No." He mouths.

Then, "No. Sirius. No. Mate, you're smashed, have Moony take you home."

James laughs at whatever Sirius says in retort, and then the two are saying their goodbyes. James tosses his phone onto the coffee table after he switches it to silent mode.

"You should go. This is your only day off, as well. Go see your friends. We can do a quick dinner or something tomorrow." You try to urge him again.

James' immediate response is to hold you tighter to him, as though you may actually be trying to escape him. "I'd rather spend my time here. With you." He shrugs, like it's nothing.

Your heart does a little stutter at his words, but your brain catches up and you sigh, "Jamie, it's okay. If you want to go, you should."

His brows hook upward at the middle when he furrows them, his eyes searching yours, "Why is it so hard for you to believe I'd rather be here with you?"

You try not to flinch at his words, try not to think about all the boys before who've put a myriad of things above you. It's fine, really. You've grown accustomed to settling for the dregs, the stolen moments. James is worth the heavy feeling it leaves in your chest to be second best. Simply because when you're with him, the world melts away.

Feigning indifference, you shrug against him, "Because all we're doing is laying here in the dark, half asleep. Wouldn't you rather be out with your friends having a laugh?"

"Would you?" James counters, and it seems like he genuinely wants to know your answer, like he thinks, foolishly, so foolishly, you'd rather be anywhere else. That you wish you were doing more.

Doing nothing with James forever sounds like the best thing you've ever heard. "No. Not at all. I love this. But I know you. You're a social butterfly." You speak softly, cautious of the conversation turning into a row.

You have too many experiences with conversations like the one you're having now being turned into a row.

James nods, "I love this, too. And you're right, I like to be social, but sometimes that drains me. I've spent all week being social, spent all week missing you, and I'm drained. All I wanted to do all week was see you, spend time with you. I couldn't think of anything worse than going to the pub, right now."

His hands are as assuring as his words, trailing a path of warmth and comfort across the planes of your back, your thighs, your hips. It's surreal, the assertiveness he speaks with, the way he makes sure you know he means every word. Your stomach flutters with the idea of him missing you as much as you missed him. It's weird, to feel validated, to feel content and sure.

"I just don't want your friends to think you're picking me over them, or something." You mumble, head dropping back into the space between his shoulder and neck.

James hums, "I am though. Not in a bad way. I just," He pauses, like he's searching for the words, "I'm sure about this, you know? Sure about you, about us. You mean a lot to me, and I'm all in. You come above everything else because, for me, that's the only way it'll work."

You feel rather silly for the tears that spring their way to your eyes, and begin to leak without your consent against James' neck. He must feel them, because he tuts, using his hands to pry your face away from the skin, thumbs swiping softly at the fallen tears. He looks at you so gently you might start sobbing. Relief washes over you in waves, and you realise you hadn't even been aware how worried you were that you felt more for James than he did for you.

"Why are you crying, sweet girl?" He whispers, pressing a kiss to each of your tear stained cheeks.

You loose a breath, "I've never been someones first choice before."

That visibly upsets James, who takes it upon himself to right this wrong, stave off your tears by pressing kisses all over your face between murmured promises.

"I'd pick you in this life," a kiss to your nose, "the next," a kiss to your forehead, "the one after that," a kiss to your chin, "and in every universe."

He finishes with a kiss to your lips, soft and deep, his hands steady on the line of your jaw. You whine a little, pushing further into him until he's chuckling into your mouth.

"I'd pick you, too," You say into his mouth.

James smiles, bright as anything you've ever seen, "Thank God for that, lovie."

And yeah. Thank god for that.

#marauders #marauders fic #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter fic #james potter one shot #james potter x f!reader #james potter fluff #hes a sweet boy your honour #sirius black #remus lupin #fluff #marauders fluff #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #fourmoonys asks

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monpalace · 1 year

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Athena: “Ahh this training area is dedicated to my dear friend Time who died tragically”

The Chain: looking between Time and Athena

Time: “Quit telling people I died”

Athena; “I can still hear his voice”

-🧚🏽‍♀️

"is this because i said i'd rather percival babysit my future children than you?"

".."

"his ghost just asked if it's because he prefers percival to you"

"it's really because he was keeping secrets with him before he died"

"???? he's trying to be a good husband and surprise you?????"

"he just said he prefers percival in every imaginable way"

"wild, can that sheikah slate of yours kill ghosts?"

"😨"

"dunno. d'you wanna try?"

#faeries in the garden #the palace answers #i sketched songbird #or how i imagine her at least #whats that one lyric thats like 'ik her pussy good bc her stomach got a pudge'#<- twi fr #ME AND TWI ACTUALLY #Athena. Songbird. Atalanta. and Aphrodite

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ofsnarkandmagic · 1 year

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'Ever listened to Bob Dylan?' - Unprompted

Unprompted--@silntimes

It took him a moment to read the sign that she held up, though there's a nod in response. Just that at first, since Melvin has his headphones on, Walkman button pressed moments before to 'pause' the music. Moments after that, the headphones are removed, so he doesn't seem rude.

"I have, actually, I quite like Mr. Tambourine man and Knockin' on heaven's door. I'm guessin' ya listen to him yourself, miss...?"

#silntimes #v; appreciate every mixtape your friends make #I actually listened to some Bob Dylan so he'd give a better answer #but he totally has #pudge controls the weather queue

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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months

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could u please write a lil something for a chubby reader and spencer :)) maybe a small meet-cute at a library or coffee shop? (something really fall inspired hehe) thank u thsnk u love ur work <3

spencer doesn't usually stop at this particularly library, but he'd had to for the case. he and emily had been tasked with finding more information about the books related to the unsub.

he's in fall colours- soft browns and muted oranges, his scarf the only pop of colour visible in a deep purple.

"uh, hi," he says softly, tapping his fingers on the front desk.

his eyes light up when you tip your chin upwards, a warm smile on your face as you look at him. "hi, can i help you find anything?" spencer feels his head cloud and hopes emily doesn't notice.

"yeah, we're looking for this book," she shows you the piece of the paper and your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth, eyebrows scrunching as you puff up your already chubby cheeks.

"i think we're supposed to have three copies of them, would you mind waiting while i check?" you look up and spencer finds it hard to do anything other than shake his head.

your eyes shine in the amber light of the library and your glasses chain holds flowers and little yellow ducks that clink together as you walk over to the desktop. you're in a pale yellow top and from what spencer can see, brown corduroy jeans. you look cute and the curves of your waist and the little pudge of your belly looks good enough to grab to spencer.

emily coughs softly and his cheeks heat, his eyes lifting back to your face.

"did you know that ducks at rocks? they do it to help them digest hard foods and store them in their gizzards," your eyes seem to light up as spencer speaks so he presses on. "in 1911 in nebraska hunters actuaally found gold nuggets in their gizzards. it supposedly spurred the 'gold rush.'"

emily is proud that he doesn't stutter and is even moree proud of spencer when your eyes widen and you look up from the computer.

"their ducklings communicate while they're still in their eggs and they try to hatch at the same time." you say softly and spencer smiles, letting you work while emily looks between you both shocked.

"you should ask her out." emily whispers to him and his eyes widen.

"we're on a case and i don't know her." spencer whispers back, eyes tracking your every move.

"you were just sharing duck facts, boy genius. leave your number for after." emily says it so easily and with such belief that spencer will get a date or at least a friend out of this case that he considers it seriously.

"they're in aisle three, on the third shelf. there's also some other related books in the shelf across from them."

"thanks," they both say as they walk off. you spend a couple seconds watching after the man in the purple scarf.

they return in a couple minutes, with three books.

"are you checking them all out?" you ask and spencer nods, you stamp and process the books. "could i get a name?" you hold your pen just below your lips as you wait for answer.

the woman says, "i'll be in the car spence." the man blushes and you give him a gentle smile.

"spencer reid." he says softly, voice a whisper as you scribble, slipping the card into the book along with a small piece of paper. "have a good day." he says as he takes the book and you nod, waving him out of the library.

emily watches him open up the first book and leans over into his space as she starts to pull off. "what did she say?"

spencer smiles when he sees the note, your handwriting leaning to th right and slightly looped, "good luck, spencer reid. maybe we can exchange more facts soon, y/n" he reads and smiles even brighter when he notices your number below that.

"told you reid," emily says fondly and spencer can't ease the blush on his face all day.

#spencerreid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x chubby!reader #spencer reid x black!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds

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jupipedia · 1 year

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— older bf!toji headcannons. warnings: age gap, established relationship, implied plus-sized!reader, black!reader, afab!reader, ooc toji, fingering [ f. receiving ], oral [ m. + f. receiving ], praise, degradation [ reader gets called a slut, whore, etc. ], cervix kissing, dumbification (?), unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, slight size kink, pet names [ baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, etc. ]

— older bf!toji is a sucker for pretty things, including you.

— he thinks you're beyond gorgeous. he can't tell what he loves more, your beautiful smile or your narrow eyes. he's in love with your complexion, your brown skin clashing perfectly with his porcelain tone.

— toji loves your figure, not being able to take his eyes off of the slight pudge off your stomach the first time you wore low rise jeans around him. nor could he stop thinking about your full chest and round ass, usually choosing to use either of them as a resting place when he's had a long day.

— he can't help himself when you're around, always reaching for you as you walk by him, pulling you into his lap and holding you firmly by the plush skin of your hips.

— you're just so cute when you squeak when he appears behind you or when you avoid eye contact as he holds your chin in his hand, forcing you to face him or when his hands trail under his big t-shirt that stops at your mid-thigh.

— he's a bit older than you and definitely more experienced. he knows how to get you worked up. he know your body incredibly well, knowing what spots to prod with his nimble fingers to make your eyes roll back. he know how much pressure to apply to your clit to push you over the edge. he knows how to push you to a grander release, forcing clear streams from your cunt.

— that doesn't mean you don't know how to please him just as well.

"fuck, baby. you're, mmh, so good with your mouth," toji panted, holding your braids at the roots as he worked more of his cock into your mouth. your knees dug into the plush carpet below you as you forced yourself to swallow around him. "so warm and so-so wet. such a good whore f'me."

he guided your head, allowing himself to control the pace at which you pleasured him. his head was thrown back as he felt your tongue trace along a vein of his cock, heightening his arousal. he fought the urge to force your head further down, wanting to feel you choke around him. he opted to pull your head away, dropping onto his knees and meeting your gazes as you caught your breath.

"i need you to get your pretty ass on the bed and spread your legs for me. think you can manage?" he said, smirking as he watched you nod and turn to get onto your shared bed. he smirk widened at the yelp that escaped you once he landed a quick smack onto your ass.

once you were positioned to his liking, toji took a firm grasp of you plush thighs, kissing down the left one before skipping over your core to kiss up the right.

"toji, please~" you whined, wishing that he wouldn't tease you tonight. he responded by biting down on your thigh, soothing the mark with his tongue as you moaned.

"stop your fucking whining. you'll wait until i decide on how much i want to give you. do you understand?" toji scolded, resuming his trail of kisses.

"yes, yes, i-i understand," you forced out as toji's fingers trailed along you slit, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers.

"shit, doll. you're soaked. all worked up over a little kissing, hmm?" toji wasn't searching for a proper answer as he decided that he was done teasing, opting to take a languid lick before suctioning his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue on the nub. he used his shoulders to push your legs closer to your chest, allowing him to force his face deeper into your heat.

"ah, ah~ toji... to-ung! feels so good, ah~" you squealed out, back arching off of the bed as his slipping two thick fingers into you entrance. it didn't take him any time to find your g-spot, causing your body to jerk wildly due to the stimulation.

"you're so loud today, making so many pretty noises for me. your little cunt is so tight around my fingers," he pulls away from your center for few breaths before diving back in, licking in to your core and suctioning your clit. his finger moved in and out of your pussy rapidly, hooked ever so slightly to graze your g-spot with each movement.

"i'm s'close. ah, toji please! wan' cum, please~," you begged, feeling a familiar pressure build up in your lower stomach. he increased his pace, never pulling away from your clit.

"you're gonna cum for me, hm? i can tell by the way your slutty pussy keeps spasming around my finger. go ahead and cum for me, pretty girl. gotta cum for me so i can stretch you. wanna fuck you real good," he mumbles around your clit, the vibrations increasing your pleasure and pushing you towards your release.

"cummin', cummin', fuck ah~ i'm cumming," you whined out as you came, legs shaking on toji's shoulders as he continued his ministrations, not letting up until you started pushing his head away due to overstimulation.

he pulled his fingers from your heat, sucking your sweet juices from his fingers before kissing up your body, stopping at your lips where he forced his tongue in your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

"you taste so good, baby. mmm, so good," he pulls away from you lips before positioning himself at your entrance. he pumped his cock a few times before wordlessly pushing into you, not stopping until his tip kissed your cervix.

"ahhh~" you wailed, tearing welling up in your eyes from the pleasure. it was a a pleasurable stretch, toji molding your pussy into the shape of his cock as he pulled his hips back, only to slam right back in. he repeated his deep strokes a few times before lower himself towards you and grabbing your thighs, pushing them to your chest. he began to fuck into you heat, his length dragging against you g-spot with each movement.

the depth of his strokes left you gaping wordlessly. he took this as an opportunity to kiss you deeply, teeth clashing and lips bruising your own. he groaned into your mouth, losing himself in the pleasure.

a specific thrust of his hips had his tip making direct contact with cervix, earning a wanton moan from you as you scraped along his back, acrylic nails leaving read marks in their wake.

"i love this cunt so much. fuck, such a slutty. fucking. cunt," he punctuated his words with a thrust, causing stars to fill your vision as you neared your climax. "you're gonna cum already? i'm fucking you that good? is that it, baby? you wanna cum for me?"

you couldn't give him a warning as you came around his length, him groaning as you tighten around him. your release didn't stop him as he continued to fuck into you with a rough pace. you clung onto him tighter, feeling your pleasure increase as he overstimulated you.

"you can give me another one, right?" toji asked, slipping a hand in between the two of you to draw sloppy circles on you swollen clit. "you can go again. and you will."

toji dropped his head in the crook of your neck, leaving hickies in the wake of his harsh suckling at your skin. your legs shock wildly as the added stimulation to your clit dragged you towards another orgasm.

"gon' cum. ah~ 'm gon-ah. please to'," you warbled out, unable to make a real sentence due to the intensity of your upcoming orgasm.

"is my dumb whore gonna cum? hm? gonna squirt all over my cock? go ahead baby. cum. cum on my cock, whore," toji egged you on, rubbing you clit in quicker, tighter circle.

your vision turned white as you came, clear streams of liquid leaving your cunt and forcing toji's cock from your core as he continued to rub your clit. he only stopped once your squirting ceased, tapping your cunt with his dick instead.

"that was a good one, beautiful. think you can do it again?"

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Perfect

Mike Schmidt x Chubby!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Mike realizes that you're a virgin, leading to him talking you through it for your first time.

☆ Word Count: 2.9k

☆ Warnings: Smut!! Soft sex, swearing, fingering, mirror sex, p in v , loss of virginity, no use y/n

☆ A/N: This turned out to be soo much longer than I expected, and it took a lot more time than I thought(◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ). But I hope you enjoy it!! This was requested by the amazing @druigssidelady ( *ˊᵕˋ)

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Sitting on Mike’s bed, you groaned in embarrassment, cringing at the memories from last night. Those burning kisses he placed against your lips left you craving for more, and his tender touch made everything feel just perfect. But as soon as he slipped his hands under your shirt, you shied away. You didn’t understand why you were like this; too nervous to go beyond a makeout session with anyone.

On the other hand, Mike practically worshiped you. Whenever he laid against the soft pudge of your stomach he would ramble on about how it’s the best part, head spinning any time you laced your hand through his hair. Enjoying the way he’d practically beg to lay between your thighs on those tired days, instantly relaxing as he felt your body press against his.

So why did you always stop??

Burying your face in his pillow, you mentally beat yourself up, knowing that these thoughts would be carried to your grave. You were certain that Mike thought he had done something wrong last night by the way he moved away after seeing your nervous look. That alone had you dying in shame.

You slipped from your mind’s prison when you heard the door creak open, light spilling into the room. “Oh, hey you’re—“

“Mike, I’m sorry” you interrupted, not looking up at him. He opened his mouth, but you couldn’t stop the words spewing from your lips, “About last night. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I just..” you shook your head “I don’t know.”

His brows knitted together, walking to where you were sitting, “Baby, what are you talking about?” He laughed, not recalling anything from yesterday. You fidgeted with the sheets, refusing to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean to stop that whole thing so…suddenly.”

Confusion filled his face before he finally nodded, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know I’d love you the same even if we don’t have sex.” Heart pounding, you froze.

Fuck.

“I—Mike I promise it’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, it’s just…” Trying your hardest to find the words as he gazed down at you patiently. “I’ve never had anyone see me so exposed.”

“Do you not want me to see you exposed?” His words had you tripping over your own, mind desperately running to find an answer. “No—I mean—I don’t know.” Glancing down at the floor, you crossed your arms, leaving Mike to take in your closed-off state. “C’mon, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

You sighed, refusing to look up at him. “It’s embarrassing.” you admitted, struggling to speak, “I don’t want you seeing me differently.”

He blinked back his confusion, “See you differently? What are you talking about?”

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t cover that small shake in your voice, “I’m not used to this.” You looked up at him sheepishly, “I just don’t want to mess things up. I mean I’ve hardly even..“ Quickly cutting yourself off, your eyes darted away from him, biting the inside of your cheek.

Blood rushed to your face, feeling the bed dip as he sat down next to you. “Is this because–” he paused, grasping for the right words, a look of concentration on his face, “Are you a virgin?” You swore your heart stopped, somehow, those words felt even worse out loud. Nodding, that nervous feeling creeping up inside of you as you scolded yourself.

This old and still scared to do anything beyond kissing.

He shook his head, chuckling, “I don’t care about that, you’re a perfect woman, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.” Your face flushed at how he spoke to you. It was so gentle. Seeing that slight squint in your eyes, he studied you, reading your feelings like a book. Mike knew you were still skeptical, clearly too shy to initiate anything. Spreading his legs he motioned for you to sit between them, “C’mere.”

Hesitatingly, you bit your lip, pausing before you sat down with your back pressed against his chest. He traced the pudge of your waist, sliding down to your plush thighs. “So pretty.” He mumbled into your skin, hands holding you as if you were made of silk.

Your breath felt hot at his touch, head tipping back, burying yourself into his neck. This felt so familiar; his fingertips ran across your body as if he knew it like the back of his hand. You whined in slight embarrassment at his actions leaving you so exposed, grabbing his wrist, “Mike,” you huffed out, “What are you doing..” The sound of your voice muffling against his skin had him biting back a groan.

“I jus’ wanna make my girl feel good.” That slight slur to his words had your head feeling fuzzy, lifting your face from his neck and looking at him shyly. God those eyes. You swore that this man would be the death of you just from how he gazed into your face with such love.

You looked like a deer in headlights, staring up at him with that same nervous look from last night, eyes flicking down to his lips.

“Is this ok?”

You tried sorting your thoughts, nodding shyly. The light ache growing between your legs as his face moved closer, head tipping back to meet his lips as you clung to him. That comforting feeling of his hands sliding down to your jaw had your mind going blank; tongue slipping into your mouth as he sighed at that familiar taste of you.

Your hands grabbed his, moaning at the way he deepened the kiss. Body hot against yours, his sickly sweet taste made the world feel like it was spinning.

You were lost in his addicting touch, head fogging up from how he moved against you. No words could explain how perfect these moments were, lips fitting together like a missing puzzle piece; his fresh scent invading your senses.

You chased his lips as he pulled away, catching him in another needy kiss. A whine muffled against him as you melted at the way he held your face; that reluctant huff making his knees weak as your lips parted.

“Look at that.” Mouth against your neck, his mumbles had your gaze falling to the front of the room with wide eyes.

Oh.

A mirror. Putting your whole body on display for both of you. “Mike I—I don’t..“ Words couldn’t even form as you looked at the sight of yourself, clearly nervous.

“Do you want me to stop?” Hot breath hitting your neck, you bit your lip before meekly shaking your head, already beginning to feel fuzzy. “I gotta hear you say it, baby.” There was a pause as you stared into your reflection.

“Keep going…please.”

A light grin painted his face from your pleads, “God you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, fingers slipping under your shirt, making you tense up. “Relax..I’ll be gentle.” Voice soft, his hands roamed that soft pudge he went crazy for, kneading your skin as he kissed up and down your neck. He was in a drunk daze, addicted to your body like it was the strongest drug he’d ever tasted.

Playing with the hem of your shirt, he lifted it before looking at your shy expression in the mirror. You nodded, eyes darting away from the scene in front of you. Slipping the shirt over your head, he gazed at how you sat so perfectly against him, legs spread and face flushed he placed desperate kisses up your jaw as his hands grasped your plush waist.

You attempted to bury your face into his neck, burning with embarrassment, only for him to tilt your head forward, “C’mon, look at yourself, sweet girl.” His words pulled a whine from your mouth, eyes scanning your figure in the mirror. You hated this vulnerability, the way his eyes studied you had your face flushing. But you wanted him. You needed to feel him all over you. It was so hard to keep your composure when his fingertips were exploring spots that nobody else had, leaving you craving more every time he touched.

Eyes hazing over at the sight of his hands on you, your breath hitched, watching him slowly trail down to the waistband of your shorts, hooking under them. He looked at you for confirmation, “Can I?”

That voice of his, those tender caresses, the way he worked his mouth over your body so perfectly; It made your mind spin as you tried to keep your gaze on the mirror. “Mhm..” You mumbled weakly.

Hips lifting, you allowed him to slide down your shorts, biting your lip. The sight before him made it hard to keep his breath steady, looking at your plush body matching those angelic features. He gazed at you with eyes that made you feel like you hung all the stars in the sky, a wave of shyness washing over you.

He took his sweet time with you, hands rubbing the plush of your skin before creeping closer to your panties. An impatient moan slipped from you as his fingertips dragged against the inside of your thigh, touching you everywhere except for what you needed from him most.

Watching in amusement as you struggled to keep quiet, his other hand trailed up to your chest as he left open-mouth kisses against your neck. The agonizingly slow touches were addictive, hips stuttering slightly from the lack of contact. Your brain could hardly function as he stimulated your body, yet gave you nothing at all. The feeling of longing

Those soft whines you attempted to hold back spewed from your lips as his hand dipped under the flimsy cotton, gently teasing you; soaking in your pretty sounds. “Mikey–” You whimpered, mouth falling open as a finger prodded at your core, gently slipping inside of you. In a haze of pleasure, you tried to silence those soft sounds as he slowly pumped in and out, getting you used to the new sensation. About to speak, your voice broke off into a moan as he carefully dipped another into your cunt, staying still as you adjusted to the dizzy sting.

“God..” He groaned, drinking in the sight of you, “Pretty sounds with an even prettier face to match that perfect body.” You so desperately wanted to tip your head back, looking away from the mirror, but part of you was so mesmerized by him and the way his hands moved, that you couldn’t tear your eyes away. “So beautiful.” He sighed.

Attempting to speak again, the only thing that fell from your mouth was a needy whimper as he curled up deliciously against you. You didn’t understand how it was possible to feel so good from something so simple; moaning as he hit spots you never even knew existed, the sweet sound of your wet pussy filling the room. “I wanna hear you say it.” Pressing up to your ear, he let out a breathy sigh from the feeling of you on his fingers. You shook your head, jaw slack from pleasure “I can’t–”

“You can do it baby, c’mon.” His words only pulled you closer to the edge, trying your hardest to conjure up an audible sentence. “I’m..pretty.” You whispered, whining at how that sounded in your mouth. His lips teased your skin, chuckling at your attempt, “I know you can do better than that.”

You could hardly process his words, that cloudy haze the only thing occupying your mind; other than the feeling of his strong arms and soft aura enveloping you. He paused his gentle movements, causing your hips to move against him.

“Please,” You begged, eyes darting away from yourself, seeing the way you moaned so with such desperation; the needy sound of your voice leaving him craving more. “You want me to keep going?” A weak nod was the only thing you could muster, “Then I gotta hear you.” That tone filled your head with a haze of desire, struggling to find the words, tipping your head back to avoid the sight in front of you.

He held your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself once more as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, earning a sound that he’d sell his soul to hear again. “Fuck, I’m–” You sobbed, “So, so fucking pretty.” Sweet mind foggy with nerves and lust. Whatever thoughts you had before were long gone as you saw yourself; his grasping at your body, desperate to feel you against him. Groaning, he admired your blissed-out face, knowing those pretty whines were from his hands.

You fell into that dizzy trance as his grip tightened ever so slightly as he felt you trying to look away, a breathy moan falling from you yet again. You couldn’t even manage anything other than desperate sounds as his fingers finally slipped from your pretty cunt, gently pressing your back to the bed.

The click of his belt along with the rustle of his pants made an unfamiliar heat pool in your stomach.

He looked down at your fucked out state, eyes dazed and glossed over from pleasure. “I need you to use your words f’me baby.” His voice soft as he cupped your face, “Are you ok with this?” Your mind was clouded with pleasure, words hardly coming to you, “God yes…I need you.” That longing tone had his head spinning, hands sliding down to your love handles as the tip of his cock slipped between you, stretching you open.

Your body tensed from the burn of him, desperately clinging to the sheets. The uncomfortable sting had you biting your lip harshly.

“Breath pretty girl, breath.” He mouthed against your neck as a choked gasp escaped you. Carefully pushing in deeper, he let you adjust to him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes before ever so slowly sliding himself further into you, rubbing soothing shapes on your skin.

He buried his face in your neck, trying to hide that quiet whimper from the feeling of you pulsing around him. You tried to relax, one of his hands lacing through yours. Your mind went all foggy as you felt him bottom out inside of you, trying to get used to the pain.

“Yeah–fuuck–that’s it, there you go.” He whined, making your mind go dumb at the feeling of him stretching you out so nicely. He gently rocked his hips against yours, lifting his head up and carefully studying your face, losing himself in that pretty little expression you made; eyes screwed shut and mouth parted so beautifully. Those gentle gasps spilling from your pretty lips were like music to his ears, loving the way your face softened as he pumped himself inside your needy pussy.

One of his hands grasped the thick of your thigh, spreading your legs further as his sloppy thrusts hit every part of you, a whiny gasp slipping from him as he tipped his head back in ecstasy.

You gripped his shoulders, fucked dumb on him, and unable to process anything other than those pretty sounds he tried to hide. He filled you up, hitting spots only he could reach as you squirmed underneath him, pressure building up inside of you. The way you squeezed around him had stars clouding his head, whimpering as your hips stuttered.

“Oh baby…Look at you,” He breathed out, admiring your body, marked up from his lips, “Lemme see those eyes.”

One hand kept a grip on your waist, thumb pressing into the pudge of your stomach, the other hand tipped your head up, desperate to see your eyes. Looking up through your lashes, he groaned, dipping that finger down to your clit with slow circles, matching the way he lazily pumped into you, blinded by desire.

“So beautiful,” He mumbled, feeling himself reach the edge, “You do so much for me, always so–” he whined softly, “So fucking perfect. I’d please you like this every day if I could.” His breathy rambling had your mind going numb, words spewing from his mouth that you’ve never heard anyone else say.

“You gonna cum for me?” He cooed, admiring the way your brown knit together“Let go for me, sweet girl.” God, everything about you had him weak in the knees, and the way his name rolled off your tongue was so enticing, that he needed to hear it again. Your broken sobs had him falling back into the crook of your neck, whispering sickly sweet praises against you, back arching as you let yourself go dumb on his cock. Pretty sounds spewed from you, feeling your orgasm crashing down.

Desperately, his lips pressed to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth to muffle his whiny moans as he gripped the soft dough of your hips, feeling himself reach the edge.

The caress of his hands pulls you back down to reality, the smell of sex and your perfume making him go dumb. “You sound so pretty baby” He panted, voice strained from the desperate attempts to hide his pathetic noises. He could have gotten drunk just from your ruined look. Swollen lips, and blissed-out face, the back of your hand covered your eyes as you tipped your head back, chest heaving up and down. He hummed into your skin.

“Next time I’ll have you on top of me.”

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