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snippychicke · 7 months

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Kinktober (NSFW)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader

Week One: Virginity

"There's nothing to be scared of, sweetheat," He soothed, pressing a kiss to your lips. "But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I haven't done this before."

Sanji hesitated for a moment, his gaze caught in your eyes as he processed your words.

You looked like a goddess beneath him, bare skin glistening with sweat from the previous orgasam he pulled from you from burying his face between your thighs. You had been reluctant first, but he could understand that--it was probably hit or miss to find someone who could eat pussy well. And he had eagerly proved he was dedicated to your pleasure and yours alone.

But a virgin? As beautiful and amazing as you were?

Yet there was no hint of deceit in your eyes, just worry. Embarrassment. Fear.

"There's nothing to be scared of, sweetheat," He soothed, pressing a kiss to your lips. "But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"No, I-I want to," You said right away. "I just… thought you should know."

Sanji smiled, one hand trailing down to between your legs, fingers easily slipping between your slick folds. Your little whine as you arched into him was so beautiful, so delicious as he captured your lips as his finger entered you. He had known you were tight from before, but to think he was the first. The first to touch you like this. To hear you moan and whimper in bliss.

One finger became two, his strokes slow and tender until your hips started rutting against his while your nails dug into his shoulders. Even stretching you out he knew you'd be tight, that there would be pain, but he'd take care of you. His precious sweetheart.

"If you want me to stop, or slow down, just tell me baby," He whispered as he readied himself, precum dripping from his cock just at the thought of finally entering you. Enjoying the bliss that awaited both of you.

He covered you in kisses and whispered sweet encouragement as you took him slowly, praising you for enduring when he could feel you forcing yourself to relax. It was a sweet torture to settle in you, his hips flushed with yours, and not move until he could feel you really relax.

"Fuck, you feel amazing sweetheart," He breathed in your ear as he peppered your neck with kisses. "And you're taking me so well. I can't wait to make you feel so good."

"You already have done that," You whispered back, slowly rolling your hips, making him gasp and choke back a moan. "I-I'm ready Sanji. Please."

He gave you a sly smile as he slowly pulled out. "Alright then sweetheart, you just lay back and let me take care of you."

#sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #kinktober

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sleeepy-sim · 11 months

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Simon "Touchy" Riley

This is somewhat smutty?, no one cums or anything, but it's like leading up to a moment, idk 🤷‍♀️, it gets VERY suggestive like the 4th paragraph, so I wld say it's smutty, fluffy

“Sweetheart?” He brushes a hair away from her eyes, so he can see his girl, fully.

“Yes, Simon?” She smiles lazy at him. After Simon got tired last night, from some activities. He cleaned them up and curled around her body that was in a fetal position. Even with his thick arms wrapped around his girl, she somehow ended up facing him.

"You're my beautiful girl, you know that? Don't you?" He rests his palm against her cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth against her high cheek bone. Her hand reaches up at rests upon his hand.

"Of course, Si." She smiles wide at him. Giggling, she switches their position, her naked hips on top of his own. His hands grip her thick, plush thighs, pulling her closer to his stomach and then pushing her back rub up on his cock.

Rocking her hips back and forth, she can feel his hard cock on her back and then near her wet core. Bucking her hips with a whine has Simon chucking up at her, his head resting on one of their pillows, hands still on her ass pulling at pushing back and forth.

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you, sweetheat." He says smirking up at her, his eyes switch from her face to the wetness trail his sweet pussy made on his abs and his leaking cock. He smacks her ass cheek after not getting a response.

"I thought you learned last night, hm?" He grabs a handful of both her ass cheeks, he leans up, his hot breath hitting her ear. He's teeth tug and nip at her ear lobe, causing her hips to buck once more.

"I want everyone to know you, and this," he rolls her hips up his stomach, causing her to moan in his ear.

"pussy, is mine. Do you understand, sweetheart?" He speaks harshly in her ear. Her head tips down, her teeth bite into his shoulder, she kisses the bite mark.

"Yes, Si." She leans back and kisses him, his tongue slips into her open lips and explore for what could be the millionth time. Kissing her could never get old for Simon, he craves even just the slightest touch from her.

When she does touch him, he craves more, he wants her to touch every inch of him, he wants to his body to hover over her own, he wants to hide her from the harsh people in this world, he just keep her safe and happy for as long as he can.

If you have any ideas for either, tell me!! I would love someone's else's opinion 🤷‍♀️

#ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #cod ghost #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #damn daddy

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erwinsvow · 6 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

summary: you and aaron are having a hard time deciding on a baby name.

word count: 1.5k

author's note: eeeeeeee x3. cannot stop writing for aaron, especially domestic, happy aaron. not bau!reader but i stole elements from that story too, linked here. i really loved this one!

now spinning

You had thought time would fly by during pregnancy, or at least that’s what everyone else made it seem like. You felt like all you’d heard so far was warnings to enjoy this time with ‘just the two of you’ and spend your days preparing as much as you could.

You’d taken it very literally—your evenings after work were spent reading baby books and prepping food to store in the freezer.

Your days off from work, and even the rare, treasured weekend Aaron has off, is spent looking at paint samples (all yellows and greens, even though you’ve known it’s a girl since the two of you had Jack take a big bite out of a cupcake with raspberry frosting inside) and browsing websites for a car seat and a stroller. Aaron digs through the garage for Jack’s old things, and comes out with a sturdy wooden crib and a beautiful bassinet.

Aaron doesn’t worry as much as you, of course, and he has the best dad instinct you’ve ever seen. It comes so naturally to him, you almost worry about yourself. Will it be this easy for you?

You have experience parenting now, thanks to Jack and all the time you spent with him and Aaron even before you got married, but he barely counts. He’s an angel child—one who asks for extra servings of vegetables, does his homework without being asked, and never complains when you have to remind him to tidy up his room.

Besides a few puzzle pieces and various, outgrown sports gear scattered throughout the house—your house, your family home, you think fondly— he always puts away his belongings in the proper place.

He even reminds you and Aaron of his upcoming school projects and which commitments he penciled in for—a friend’s birthday party next weekend (When should we go get the gift?) and a class field trip next month (They need two more chaperones. Should I ask Uncle David?)

You’re convinced you’ll never have it this easy with another child. You start over preparing the week you find out you’re pregnant, after Aaron smothers you in kisses and hugs.

He takes you out to dinner with the team—another rare, treasured event, but not because he doesn’t want to, just because they’re always on a case—and you break the news to them when you turn down a glass of wine from Emily, who looks at you quizzically. No more wine for nine months, you had said. Ten, JJ corrected.

You’re seven months now, halfway to eight. Pregnancy brain is very real and has affected you like crazy. You keep forgetting to go grocery shopping and then you keep misplacing the paper grocery list Aaron keeps on the fridge with a little magnet. You and Jack have been eating a lot of take-out, and he’s not complaining but he still inquires about his vegetable intake over slices of pizza.

“You know, the baby is the size of a coconut right now,” you tell Aaron on the phone, rubbing your stomach. Your back has been killing you lately, another thing you had read about happening nearing month eight in your baby books of horror.

Aaron offers a massage when he’s around but it always hurts the most when he’s gone. Besides, his massages are what got you into this predicament in the first place.

Jack is asleep on the sofa right next to you. He had asked to watch Star Wars before bed—it’s a Friday night and he has no soccer practice tomorrow, and you are a perpetual good cop who can’t say no—so you had cozied up with him and a bowl of popcorn on the couch while The Empire Strikes Back played quietly in the background. You move your hand back to stroke his hair while he sleeps.

“Really, sweetheat? A coconut?” Aaron says. The team is up in Connecticut, and though he’s gone and you wish he was here with you, you’re thankful he’s in the same time zone.

You’re not sure about the case and can’t stomach the gory details anymore, but you think they must have made some strides since he’s staying on the phone with you and not in a rush to leave.

“Uh-huh, that’s what my book said. Never knew a coconut could kick this hard.” Aaron laughs on his side of the call, a sweet sound. You smile. “Maybe she’s kicking now to let us know she wants to play soccer like her big brother.”

“A prodigy in the making. Speaking of, does Jack have practice tomorrow?” Aaron likes to remind you of these things because he knows you keep forgetting.

“No, nothing tomorrow, I triple checked. And this little brainiac is just like you, keeps reminding me so I don’t wake him up at seven-thirty tomorrow.”

You hear Aaron laugh again. It all feels very domestic. Your mouth hurts from smiling.

“Aaron, it’s getting to that time. We need to pick a baby name soon. Any crazy ex-girlfriends or female serial killers we need to avoid?”

“Well there’s certainly a few. Serial killers, that is, not the other thing. What are you thinking so far?”

“Well my book said-” Aaron groans on the other end. “Hey! Don’t knock my book, it’s helpful.”

“Honey, your book had you convinced the baby would be missing fingers and toes if you had a turkey sandwich.”

“Deli meat is bad during pregnancy! So is sushi, thank you very much. I’d rather not risk my baby’s digits just because you wanted subs.”

“Reid said that’s not true and everything’s fine in moderation.”

“I’m sorry, has Reid ever birthed a human before?”

“Point taken. Your book also said your heartburn isn’t a big deal because it just means the baby will have a full head of hair-” “JJ said that too! And she said Henry had lots of hair-”

“And it also said sex during pregnancy is bad. Remember that?” Your face heats up. Damn him, making you blush even when he’s hundreds of miles away.

“Oh, whatever. Just tell me which names we have to avoid. I think we should do something with a J, though. Make it matching.”

“Very sweet, honey. Jordan? Juliet? June?”

“Hmm,” you ponder carefully. Even if it’s silly, this feels like one of the biggest decisions you’ll ever make. “I like them all but I don’t love them. They’re too… something. Too new maybe.”

“Older names, then? Joy, Josie, Julia?”

“I like those too. Should we really name our child after a Beatles song though?”

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you?” You can almost hear it in Aaron’s voice—he’s relaxing for the moment. Either they’ve already caught the unsub or you have a bigger impact on him than you thought you did.

“Well if we’re gonna do that then we should at least use Eleanor or Michelle. Or Lucy! I like Lucy.”

“I’d prefer not to name our daughter after a song written about hallucinogens.”

“Aw, you're no fun. How about Anna?”

“What happened to wanting to match with Jack?” he asks.

“Ah, let the kid have his own identity. If he had it his way we’d name the baby Leia or Yoda.”

“Leah’s not bad. Pretty and simple. Four letters, keeping the trend.”

“That’s not a Beatles song!” You hear Aaron groan.

“You have too many demands, honey.” “No, I’m just picky. You should consider it a compliment, I’m choosy and I chose you, remember?”

“Vividly. Prudence, then?”

“Oh, that’s pretty.” You try to picture it written on holiday cards and homework sheets. Prudence Hotchner. You say it aloud to test the feel of it. “Prudence Hotchner. Prue Hotchner.”

“Sweetheart, I was joking.”

“You should never joke around a pregnant woman. I like it, it’s so pretty. Pretty Prudence.”

“You don’t think it’s a little old?”

“Well, her father is an old man who wants to name her after a Beatles song, so yeah, it’s very fitting. Doesn’t it just roll right off the tongue? Prudence Hotchner? We could call her Prue.”

“Prue is very cute. I like Prudence Joy.”

“Oh, I love Prudence Joy. Prudence Joy Hotchner. I like it so much. I’m tempted to wake up Jack and ask if he likes it. Will you ask the team if they like it too?”

“I will, honey. Isn’t it time to sleep now?”

“Yes, I’ve just been putting it off. Jack’s asleep next to me, I have no idea how I’ll get him upstairs without waking him.”

“If you wake him he’ll be able to fall asleep again, as long as it’s quick-” “I know, honey, don’t worry about us.”

“Can’t help it.” You can’t stop the smile that spreads, cheek to cheek. You have a feeling he’s smiling too.

“You’ll ask the others, right? About Prudence?”

“Yes, honey, I will. I’ll see them in a little bit, I stepped out to call you while I made another cup of coffee.”

“Oh, Aaron, it's so late for coffee,” you chide, lovingly. Don’t drink a whole cup please. I wish you guys would drink tea instead. Or at least decaf.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I gotta go now. Kiss Jack goodnight for me?” “Of course.”

“And play Prudence her song, then?” You can’t contain the smile on your face.

“Of course. Good night from all three of us, Aaron.”

#hope everyone likes this one!#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner imagine #hotch imagine #hotch drabble #aaron hotch

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tojigasm · 1 year

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Casual dominance with Jake sully <333

The way he tightens your Ikran's saddle, reminding you of his safety rules you're expected to follow after you'd begged him to let you fly with him. Jake pats the soft of your thigh, "Stay close to me, sweetie, okay?" To which you nod excitedly

The way Jake keeps a hand at the small of your back, when making your way across the roots of trees and branched bridges that stretch too high up for his liking. Rubbing soft circles into your skin in a comfort as he reminds you to take your time and to be careful. He directs you along the twisted and thick vines, "Watch your step, sweetheat."

The way you get obnoxiously disobedient at times. Ignoring his orders and acting out in hopes of getting Jake to react. Sometimes, you'll run around him while he's trying to get you to calm down and end up getting his tail pulled, which is an instant no, no. And Jake's immediately grabbing you by the scruff of your neck with a hiss, baring his canines and ears falling flat against his thick hair. When he puts you down, he keeps his hand on the back of your neck, giving you the look anytime you attempt to escape his hold.

The way Jake helps you hunt, angling your arms and holding your back to his chest. "Good job, baby," he whispers, "Just like that." He helps to pull your arrow back, massaging the skin of your arm when you release. He leans down some to which you jump up in excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The way in the middle of battle, you've found yourself hidden behind a fallen tree, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Jake makes his way over to you, checking you over, "you hurt?" His eyes are wide with worry. You shake your head, still panting, "m'just tired." Jake nods before he's pulling you into a hug, his chin resting atop your head. "Easy, easy." He runs his hand up and down your back softly, kissing your temple ever so often.

The way he covers your head with his hand anytime you move too fast and almost hit a branch, a dark eyebrow raising when you chuckle sheepishly

The way he immediately moves to push you behind him when anything or anyone is deemed a danger to you. "Stay behind me, sweetheart." His ears are flat against his hair, turning his head to check on you.

Jake would love you so much <333

#jake sully x reader #avatar #jake sully x reader fluff #jake sully fluff #jake sully #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #avatar 2 #avatar wow #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar 2 fluff

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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A lil sneak peek of bartender!eddie’s night in Whatta Man at The Foxy Lounge.

“This one’s on the house sweetheat, it’ll help make your date cuter.” Winking with a sly smile your stomach flutters at his words reaching for the drink he was offering.

Fingers wrapping around the thick glass you stare at the dark liquid with a slight grimace on your face but before you can even swallow your pride and ask for a chaser he’s already filling a slightly bigger glass with some coke sliding it over with a chuckle.

“How do you know I’m here for a date?” Quirking your eyebrow, the sides of your lips twitch as you try to hold a straight face. “A girl can’t come to the bar alone on a Friday night?”

The chocolate in his eyes lights up at your playful banter, slinging his white towel over his shoulder he leans his forearms against the counter invading your space just enough to still remain respectful. Just enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with a faint hint of cigarette smoke underneath.

“Are you telling me you’re available then?” Dropping his voice low enough to feel between your legs, you really wished you had a different answer.

Cheeks heating up, you avoid his smoldering gaze as you clear your throat befoe tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“N-no unfortunately, you were right.” With an exaggerated sigh you finally dare to meet his eyes again, his confident demeanor never wavering as he holds your stare with a widening smile.

“Unfortunately is right huh?” Biting his lip to contain it from growing any more he pushes back before raising his shot towards you in an offering of cheers. “To what could have been, baby.”

#Whatta Man #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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sofiiel · 9 months

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Date: theme park with Eddie

He asked for triple scoops at the cotton candy stand.

He nomed a piece of said candy and then kisses you so it melts as you kiss.

He's stuck between the biggest ride and the photobooth because he's torn between "I must ride the machine of death and terror" and "I need adorable snaps with my lover" his head is turning left and right as he tries to decide which direction.

Eddie picks the biggest ride. At first, he throws his hands up, and suddenly he's squeezing the life out of you, at the drop. Then that scream becomes a joyous cackle. He's having a blast, but he is still got his arms locked around you as best he can manage. You know, for safety reasons.

You've lost him in the midway games and can't find him. Eddie tries to win you the biggest prize, and he's tried three different games, several times. He trudges back to you with an arm fool of the smallest prizes and a pout - only to find you won him a giant stuffed creature. He did however win a kiss from you.

He spots a man walking on the tallest stilts he's ever seen and follows him around, asking questions about how hard it is to do and how long it took to master. He then looks at you. "Babe, we're getting stilts. I will play the filthiest solo on stage in those god-damn stilts."

Eddie wants pictures with all the characters and mascots. He's somehow dragged a few of them to get in the photobooth with the both of you.

You go on the water ride, several times. Mostly because it's really doing it for him to see you drenched from head to toe.

Smoking weed in the back corner behind something. He wants to be high as a kite when goes on the space themed ride and the haunted ride. If you don't smoke it ~ that's fine. He'll happily entertain you while you're 100% lucid by tripping out at everything.

In the haunted house, he accidentally backhanded one of the actors who jumped towards you after you got scared and scream "Eddie!". It was a natural reaction. He had to apologize and you two run before you get kicked out.

Doing a bungee jump ride. While preparing to go, Eddie's saying his last I love yous. "Babe, if the string snaps....I was happy to spend this one moment with you, than the rest of my life alone." But when you two jump he's nearly giggling and when it's over he looks at you saying "25 more times, please, please."

You two are doing the cutesy couples 'ha ha i bumped you silly!' thing with the bumper cars. Ignoring almost everyone else. Until one guy wanting to kill the sweetness rams his cart into you - Eddie goes off, terrorizing them the whole time while rage cursing. The guy might actually have whiplash.

Eddie bought a ring from the coin gacha, and offers it as a promise ring in the tunnel of love, when the couples cam is on you. You've got it on photo for all time.

Poor Eddie road the tilt'a'whirl after gorging on what amounts to carni food. You stood there rubbing his back and holding back his hair and desperately trying to tune out the retching sounds. "oh god that was stupid, that was so, so stupid." he's muttering.

Eddie loses you in the crowd for the smallest millisecond, and he's climbed up on one of the park statue's shouting your name out over the sea of people.

You've gotten matching touristy merch from the park and instantly change into it for the rest of your trip.

Every single ride must be ridden thrice. At the very least.

But if you don't like a ride, Eddie will happily go it alone, he's waving you to you and talking anytime he spots you. Even if he's way up high, he's shouting. "This is amazing!" - "You look so little!" - "Hiiii sweetheat!" - "It's too fast!"

You aren't leaving without a balloon animal, and one of those foam animals that 'walk' as you drag them with the wire leash.

He's taken to holding your hand the whole time, so he won't lose you in the crowd again.

At lunch eddie starts to wind down and he's in his 'yeah, I'm gonna be that boyfriend mode' and he's trying to feed you part of his food because "you have to try this."

Shhh, you've written your names in the bathroom stall with sharpie...and behind that ride you *probably* low-key banged behind.

Eddie's somehow ended up with 300 raffle tickets. He isn't sure how, and neither are you - you don't even know where the raffle is. but hopefully you'll win something nice.

There's a band of characters playing instruments to amuse the visitors. You sneak up to them and ask them to play a specific song and dedicate it to Eddie. When he hears it, Eddies looking at you the same way people watch the happy ending of romance movies.

He's doing that thing where he tries to hop over statues/trash cans/barrier things. As if it'd impress you and yes it goes wrong, and he gets a rude awaking in a very sensitive spot. - time to go kiss it better 🙄

He's collected so many pictures that it's ridiculous. You've had to buy a tote bag for all of them, plus the theme merch, plus the pile of little prizes.

On a forgotten note: Eddie lectures of park employees the importance of keeping his giant prize you won him safe every time he has to leave it to get on a ride.

Playing sheriff vs outlaw on the merry-go-round.

Cuddling close while in the animal exhibit as you marvel at all the creatures. Trying to pick out which animals remind you of loved ones back home.

Singing pirate shantys on the ship ride.

You have been at the park all day, night is falling and after watching a light show they put on. Eddie kisses you under the neon lights of the parks' entryway. He's paid off some rando to snap a picture of the moment for him without you knowing, so he can surprise you with it later.

#eddie munson x reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #a date with eddie #contains some suggestive content #mostly sfw #modern!eddie munson #might take request for these date things this was fun!

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joandarxh · 6 months

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Dark!john price x reader MDNI +18

Tw - kidnapping

“You're alright, sweetheat. There, there, now. No tears. Can you be a good girl?” Price asked you with a firm but soft tone as he looked down at you in your cage.

He had put you in the cage again two days ago and you're legs ached so much from not being able to stretch and it had made begging to go to the bathroom a humiliating familiarity. And the only thing you wore was the collar he had put on you. You nodded your head up and down as you looked up at him, the chain on the collar rattling excitedly.

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry for what I did. Please let me out,” you begged him, bottom lip trembling as the word bubbled out. You had begged him every time he had come to give you your meals and water and to ask him if you needed to use the bathroom.

“There’s my good girl. What did you do?” He asked, crossing his well built arms over his chest as he took another puff of the cigar between his teeth.

“I-I,” the word stammered out of your throat. “I tried to escape,” and you felt even smaller end and repeating it made your stomach twist.

Price stuck his tongue and shook his head at you and you felt the pit in your stomach drop. Was he not going to let you out? Were you getting more time in the crate? Nononono you wanted to get out and be good for him.

Tears started to brim around your eyes as he took a slow step toward you. And then another and you heard the clicking of keys and the door to the crate opening. It swung out slowly with a long creek and he stood at the end of the crate, holding out an open palm towards you.

“Come here, girl,” Price commanded with a click of his fingers.

Since it had been so long in the crate, you had to crawl out. But you didn’t care. You crawled forward eagerly with a wide smile on your lips as you happily escaped your crate and pressed your face into his open palm.

Oh god it had been so long since you had felt another person's touch. His calloused skin brushed along your cheeks and nose as you pressed it against your face letting out soft, hiccupping sobs.

“My poor girl. You didn’t like being in the crate, did you?” Price asked as he pressed his palm to your cheek and ran his thumb along your teary cheeks.

You shook your head and leaned into his touch. You didn’t want to go back into that horrible box ever again. You could be good. If you're good you get to sleep in and stretch your legs and even get clothes.

Price’s thumb dragged along your bottom lip as you snuggled into his palm. His eyes looked down to your body, you're breast, hips, and ass. You opened your mouth immediately as he nudged his thumb into your mouth and you started to suck down on it, looking up at him with pleading, teary eyes.

“There’s my good girl” he said as your tongue dragged up and down his thumb, head bobbing up and down.

He had expected resistance. Truth be told. What he hadn't anticipated was the long game you played. The quietness, the obidense. All an act to get him to lower his guard and then out the door you flew. He had arrogantly thought that because he went for a woman in her thirties then you would be more accepting of your new life.

Your old life, and other men, had all had their chances to disappoint. Maybe you would want a farmer that wanted to be with you and have kids and live together in your own paradise.

Oh how wrong he had been.

If it had been any other man than he would have laughed and said they would have deserved it. But it was him. And by some miracle he had found you before you had managed to hurt yourself or scare yourself. He had found you by the river, sobbing as you slowly realized there was nowhere to go. 200 acres of nothing. You had no clothes, money or food and you were alone.

He had been rough, he could admit it to himself. He had grabbed you by your elbow and wrestled you to the ground. You tried to scramble out of his grip but he was stronger. He moved you onto his lap and you didn’t even hear the belt before it came down on your ass.

Sobs of apology came too late as the belt came down again and again. You squirmed and clawed at him, crying and then cursing before falling back to the pleads for him to stop. And when it was done he put his belt back on, took off his coat and wrapped it around you before taking you into his arms as he mumbled softly to you.

Everything hurts. And as the coat came around you and he took you into his arms as he started to walk back into home. His words were soft and gentle and you hated yourself so much for wrapping your arms around his neck and burying you're face into the crook of his neck.

“My poor girl. You just got confused and scared, didn’t you?” He asked, snapping you back to reality.

You nodded your head up and down and sucked on his thumb. And then you heard the sound of his belt and froze. You haven't done anything. His chuckle rattled through his chest as he stroked your head with his free hand.

“You're not in trouble anymore, sweetheart. You can be good, can't you?”

You nodded again, and wiping the tears from your eyes and cheeks. You saw him freeing his cock from his trousers.

God.

You knew Price was well endowed, the way he wore his clothes, the shapely lump between his legs. But what had really sealed the deal was the way you felt his hard cock rubbing on her belly as he spanked you.

#john price x reader #price x reader #my writing #joan writes

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gumballavocadoharry · 10 months

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Ties before guys:

Ian. The most charming cache to roll off your lips, and the most beguile image of a bulky muscled dark blonde, silver eyed, cleft chin and a magnetising smile. He lit up your world like a thousand lights that floated within the stream of the midnight river.

Ian had this protective complex where anything that could be a threat, was a threat. So, he would wrap his girthy arm around your shoulder and menace any guy that would look you up and down with coquettish grins or stares.

But there was one guy who wouldn't allow himself to be swindled by this 'charmer'; Harry, your older brother. Harry would shoot Ian's intense looks back with pieces of his own; glaring at any little edgy thing the hunk would try to pull. You saw it as a friendly competition between the two over who could protect you more. But it was anything but friendly.....Harry hated the guy.

Ian was a jock like; he was nice and sweet to you, but everyone else, he would be exceedingly cruel towards. Especially Harry. Ian deep down was jealous of the bond you both had with each other and how protective Harry was of you. So it no doubt became an issue when he saw you were dating an awful man like Ian. Of course, like all the lovesicks of the world; you were too blind to see the bitterness of his double side.

Harry tied his long locks into a bun, while sitting on the couch waiting for the 'monster' to arrive. "Harry, he's not a monster. Of anything he's a huge sweetheart," A snort escaped from a disgruntled Harry. "I bet he is." Sarcasm bit into you from the auditory irk your brother had created now in the thick of the tension.

"And isn't this 'sweetheat' an hour late?" His voice now smothered in exasperation. "Maybe he's running a little late, but don't worry, he'll be here." Harry nodded, looking down with pursed lips.

He wasn't shy about expressing his antagonism for Ian, and you were no stranger to knowing this. Finally a knock at the door sounded and Harry sprung from the couch before you could even glance to the door. "Hi, is yn re-"

"Where were you?" Harry questioned, the frown still not leaving his face. "Hi babe, sorry about that." You interjected. Since when do you have to apologize? Harry thought. Ian wrapped you into a tight hug, squeezing your thighs more provocative than justifiable. Harry sharpened his glare at this but softened at the notion he forcibly suggested. "How about I go with you guys to the movies?" You squinted your eyes, in clear vivid annoyance, but Harry couldn't care less at the maddened gesture.

Ian looked at you, sharing your annoyance but utterly and disgruntledly agreed, seeing at the lack of free choice in this situation. On the car ride, Harry drilled Ian with questions. Steam was pouring from your ears and you could just about punch Harry for pestering your boyfriend all because of his inquisitive desire to be overprotective. Gosh, even Anne didn't act like this!

Upon arrival, Harry did just about everything to get in between you and Ian: standing in the middle of you two and pulling you away from him, sending you off to get popcorn and drinks and staying behind to interrogate Ian. You growled at this, and became obstinate in wanting to be around Ian.

During the movie, you made Ian sit next you on the opposite much side much to Harry's chargain. Ian didn't hesitate to make a move on you once given the chance. He grouped your breast in his meaty hand; which bothered you.....but you assumed all couples took things physical at one point.

Harry glanced over, and pressed a tight angry glare to Ian.His teeth almost turned sharp to the points and his face grew hot and red; seething with vexation at this jock. Your eyes silently screamed for help, but your mouth was pursed tight, taking in every moment of being taken advantage of. Whether you believed it or not.

That night, after coming home, the air was silent yet brittle. Harry knew what happened, and you knew that he knew. Ian was at home and you decided to busy yourself with the dishes. "I'll help you," your big brother suggested, "Oh it's okay-" But Harry had already plopped on an apron and some gloves. You gulped back any mention of Ian as you knew that's what Harry was going to talk about.

"Good movie," You started, Harry nodded before placing a fork into the clear water side of the sink. His heavy breath rhymed a hollow mood, the more he shoved the dished into the sudsy bubbles and then clearing them off for you to dry.

"You know, Ian is an amazing-" "I don't like him at all Yn," Harry's bluntness took you for a ride. The curve he threw at you was something unexpected as he was very heedful with his words. Harry noticed your flabbergasted look, and didn't inch it off your face until he explained himself.

"I saw him trying to make a move on you while at the movies. He groped you Yn and I could see you were very uncomfortable." Anger rose inside of you. Deep down, Harry was right about feeling the bile of being seen as nothing but a mere sexual barbie doll to Ian. He didn't respect you, but you had another reason for staying with him.

You were terrified of the guy.

He stood a few solid feet above you; towering over you like a lanky tree. His bulky muscles could easily dominate you in strength, and his thick hands could pin you with every breath. But nonetheless, you still didn't think it to be Harry's business.

"Ian was just trying to cuddle. And besides- you barged in on our date!" "I'm glad I did, or else I would never have seen that! Yn, Ian is no good, and I really don't want you seeing him again."

"I can date whoever I want! You're the one getting in the way of our relationship all because you can't accept I'm growing up and have a new man in my life!"

"Yn-"

"No! Forget it Harry. You're the one who's no good for me!" You slammed the dish down before running upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you hurt Harry, but you didn't care. In fact, you wanted to hurt him. You slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed and cried. Everything Harry said was true, and the olid truth ate at you like a virus. Nothing could shake that feeling of not having what you needed in this relationship.

Heavy footsteps; ones you distinguished to Harry's pattered up the steps and past your bedroom, stopping for a minute and then continuing to his bedroom. You both stayed silent that night.

The sun was up and you layed in bed just staring at the little dust bunnies that were illuminated in the sunlight, floating around.

You pondered heavy on what Harry had said. Despite the zealous of silence between you two, you still took heart of what you're elder brother had said.

So, you set your ambition on calling Ian up and asking him to meet you at the park. Ian became excited, thinking this was a date. But your heart raced at the thought of being alone with Ian. But not completely.....at the park, in front of hundreds of people who could call the police if needed. "I'm off to the park," You announced, coming into the kitchen where Harry was eating his breakfast.

"Ok." He plainly said, still swollen at the arrows of words you shot into him last night. You met Ian at the park as promised, where he stood in a tight t-shirt, muscles bulging out of his arms assertively.

"Hey Ian," Nervousness was more of a covering than the yellow tanktop you chose. "I called you here because.....I feel like our relationship isn't working. We want two different things and- I just don't think it's going to work out....I'm sorry."

You wanted to walk away, but Ian's eyes turned red- his teeth clenched and his rancorous arm reached out and grabbed yours. "Yn, you don't see we're perfect! It's that stupid brother of yours isn't it!" Ian's aggression scared you. It shook you into a paralyzed stance. "I love you Yn,....and you're going to see that when-"

"GET OFF HER NOW!" A voice behind you yelled. You quickly turned to see Harry, grab Ian's arm and shove him away from you. You were astonished by the bravery Harry exhibited, despite Ian towering over him. Harry quickly ran to you and turned you and himself away from Ian.

"Are you alright?!" Your brother asked, eyes burning with fear, anger and adrenaline. You nodded, collapsing into Harry's arms. Even Ian's steroid like muscles didn't feel as safe as Harry's.

"H-how did you know I was here?" Harry smirked, "You said you were going to the park earlier.....I just had a gut feeling about Ian....and I felt you were in danger, so I followed you and when I saw him grab you like that..." Harry's jaw clenched. He grabbed your face gently and looked into your eyes. They twinkled with a fierce amount of protectiveness. "I just just couldn't let anything happen to you."

You cried into Harry's arms. "I'm sorry. For everything that I said. I didn't mean it....you were right and you're the best brother ever." You sobbed.

"I know," Harry's cheekiness meant you had been forgiven. Well, you always were.

You both walked home, arms wrapped around each other. You didn't need Ian to make you feel like a true lady.....you had Harry for that. The first and greatest man in your life. Your brother's love was more than enough for you.

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