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sacharinee · 10 months
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hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
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you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 
“can’t you stay here with me?” 
“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”
“but i-”
“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”
“y/n!”
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 
“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”
you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
“so do we have sex?”
the awkward silence in the room kills you. 
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”
“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”
“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”
the boy seriously has no filter.
as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”
he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”
you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”
“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”
“where we going?”
“home, sweetie.”
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”
“oh my god.”
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 
he’s extremely dramatic. 
he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.
“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.
“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.
“what? no,”
“why not?”
“because you’re too heavy.”
and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”
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anantaru · 2 months
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What would be genshin men(of ur choice) reactions when you leave them hard and desperate?
Also love ur work💗
including. wriothesley, ayato
cw. you leave them hard and desperate, lots of teasing, dry humping, needy & dom genshin men, fem! reader
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— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱
from your yielding touches to the pliant bends of your hand palming wriothesley's bulge, he finds himself leaning back into the pillows with one arm lazily concealing his flushed expression. the room felt hot and sticky too, and with each never-ending squeeze of your palm stroking his clothed cock, he throbs in your hand.
for some reason, watching wriothesley slowly falling apart because of you was surely addictive, consuming as it had no grounds being that attractive, that desirable— in fact, his pants were still on, only his belt had been unbuckled to somehow soften the harshness of his shaft straining against the rough material.
"fuck— you always know how to get me real good," wriothesley huffs out with a messy grin, mumbling the unspoken words of love in every moan as his breath hitches and falls into his words.
you lean your face into his neck to smear a couple wet kisses on the skin, "’just need you baby, can't take it like that forever,"
your warmth on his neck was setting his loins on fire, and your eyes following his every twitch and turn was purely mesmerizing as wriothesley began to hump your palm, repeatedly bottoming into your hand as you nibble on his jaw— the lewdest, most desperate faces manifesting on your boyfriends handsome features, "i want you s-so badly," he groans, barely, before you slope your lips from his jaw to the shell of his ear.
"ahh, that was fun!"
you giggle apathetically, "gotta go now baby, see you later," and stop your movements, stilling your hand before pulling it off his groin and by that point, wriothesley could barely breathe evenly nor keep his eyes open for a longer period of time, although now he looks at you in disbelief as you move from the bed towards the drawer to grab your stuff.
"huh, fuck— w-what?" he hisses, the pain in his groin aching,
"babe? wait, babe."
you sigh innocently and lick your lips, "yes?"
wriothesley can tell now, finally, understand what this was all about and no, he wasn't mad or anything, not at all, despite his pulsing cock still being hard and erected, he found himself plotting his revenge already.
the man smirks, and it sends a sudden shiver down your spine as he moves from the bed towards your pretty frame, silently cradling your cheek in his palm and stroking the flesh with his thumb,
"going to get you back for that one thousand times worse, you understand?"
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— ꒰ AYATO ꒱
"you like playing with fire, i see," ayato murmurs softly as you grind your clothed pussy against his throbbing member— his arms tightly enclosing your waist as you're comfortably settled on his lap, slowly watching the strings of his strong, powerful demeanor trail apart.
"y-yes," you whine, "i need you so badly, please," pseudo innocently pretending to be at his full mercy as you sob into his neck, your hips gradually picking up on pace as ayato moves you back and forth his straining erection,
he smiles with a firm nod of approval, "do you think you can handle more of this?" ayato asks, pursing his lips together when you roll into him particularly hard— and it felt so good when you angled your pussy into him in that candid way, evidently noticing it inflict something deep on his frame as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
"of course," you mewl out, drool escaping past your lips, "i can go as long as you want, baby, pinky promise," your words and affirmations catch his muscles within a tremble.
jocularly, the man smirks, squeezing the fat of your ass before making it jiggle underneath his large palms, "i am delighted you feel that way, sweetheart,"
ayato shudders as the tips of your fingers scratch down on his scalp when you push his gaze towards your own, your plump lips ghosting over his jaw as it makes his cock throb.
the yashiro commissioner was so mindless now, piece by piece succumbing to the strapping pleasure as he breathes deep into his chest, his shuddering hands clawing into the flesh of your hips to keep you steady on his shaft.
by now, you can evidently tell his thudding groin has made an entire mess of his boxers, his pre cum smeared everywhere, it's just so filthy and delicious at the same time— in essence, to turn such a commanding, powerful man into something like this was fueling your ego to a much surpassing extent.
you will probably never get over this.
"archons, ayato, you're so nasty, baby," you coo at him, before smiling, "but that's fine, you see, i'll just finish this up later, okay?" you swiftly swathe away his arms and push yourself off his lap as the man shudders from the sudden loss of your heat on his cock.
"hold on, wait," ayato gawks at you, his jaw practically on the floor as he cups his groin and pushes down to maneuver away the sticking garment from his cock, hissing out— and you're hearing how desperate and needy your boyfriend was by just how filthy he reacted to rubbing his own shaft, almost unable to stop,
"w-what's the meaning of this?"
"you see, i am late for work," you claim and put on your jacket— and in obvious truth, you weren't late at all and ayato knew that as well, he wasn't stupid, you were probably going to arrive there a lot earlier now,
"not this again," ayato sighs, "how did you make me fall for this a second time?" he swipes his tongue against his lips as he realizes that you managed to use him like a marionette, and you adore being his puppet master, just yearned to amuse yourself with those cunning charms on him.
"but i'll see you later?" you ask without airs, eyeing the exit before ayato grabs a hold of your wrist, daintily moving you back on his lap.
"easy now," he whispers before tapping his lips once, twice, with his pointer finger, reminding you that you had forgotten to give him a goodbye kiss.
he grumbles, "you can't just go like that, without properly saying goodbye," the man continues, sassy nuances in his tone, "you will definitely see me later, love,"
your legs writhe a little from the situation he had you in— and seeing your boyfriend like this, despite his facial expression still being bathed in bliss, he never let go off his dominance that it was almost enough for you to give in.
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lukesaprince · 8 months
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Keep Watching H.S
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Summary: After having a baby, your body isn't what it used to be. Your husband notices that something is wrong and decides that if his words won't help you see what he sees, his actions will. Think softdomrry and very loving husband <3
Warning: Body image issues, specifically mentioning stretch marks, weight gain and loose skin/body fat. Negative self talk. Also smut!! takes place in front of a mirror, fingering, dirty talk, penetration, lots and lots of praise, mild lactation kink and breeding kink (if you squint).
Word count: 8k+
Author’s note: This is based off this request so thank you to whoever sent it!! He's very nice and sweet in this one and it felt really healing writing this as someone who is self-conscious about similar issues so I hope some of you might feel the same reading it? Enjoyyy
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Having a baby was single-handedly the most beautiful and tiring experience of your life. 
You had a good understanding of what it would be like before you gave birth. You did research on the milestones and asked for advice from your mum and any other woman you knew who had kids. 
They told you you’d never get sleep again and that your life would suddenly turn upside down, but that it was all worth it because of the bundle of joy you brought into the world. And they were right. It was worth it, oh god was it worth it. 
Your little girl, Rosie, was the light of your life. Big green eyes and a wide smile with little dimples that matched Harry. She had this cute giggle and an adorable snore that made you crack up every time you heard it. The first time she did it, you laughed so loud it woke her up and she cried in fright. 
Harry, unfortunately, missed her first proper snore and pouted like a grown baby, complaining that he missed her first ‘first’ because of work. He had a fear of missing any of her milestones because of touring and timed his break for when you were due to give birth. Still, he had meetings here and there to plan for the next coming years. 
The first time Harry heard Rosie snore, he had the same reaction as you and woke her up due to his outburst of a giggle. You were around when it happened and eagerly waited for her to do it so he could hear. She cried in fright just like with you, but settled quickly when she saw the face of her dad. 
She’s a daddy’s girl through and through. 
Everyone also told you that your body would change a lot after giving birth. That was something you knew even before every woman you asked for advice told you about their experience with their postpartum body, but you didn’t really realise how self-conscious you’d be. 
You hoped you’d be one of those women who was proud of her new stretch marks and loose skin around her belly, of the extra weight on her love handles and thighs. But you weren’t. 
You were proud that you made it through childbirth, and that your body was the home of your daughter for 9 months. But when you looked in the mirror you didn’t feel proud. You felt… ugly.
It was something you tried to fix… mentally that is. You tried to spend extra time looking in the mirror after you showered or when you did your moisturiser. You even read somewhere that looking at your naked body for a couple minutes a day helped in improving self-love or whatever. 
So you tried that. But it only made you see the loose skin more and spot new stretch marks that you were convinced weren’t there before. 
After that you kinda just stopped looking at yourself. When you got out of the shower you’d get dressed immediately and avoid looking in the mirror. When you left the house you made sure to wear something a bit baggy, which usually ended up being leggings and an oversized t-shirt or jumper. 
You let yourself go a little, you knew that. 
Despite that though, Harry never stopped complimenting you. He told you every day how much he loved you and how beautiful he thought you were. Even in your ratty baby-puke-covered t-shirt and your hair in the greasiest bun ever, he still said you were the most gorgeous girl alive. 
He’d slap your ass when you walked by and hug you extra tight and he could never stop his hands from wandering when you were in bed or on the couch. When you kissed he always found himself tracing over the curves of your body, caressing and enjoying the weight you still haven’t lost from your daughter. 
At first, you thought he was just lying because he noticed how down you were and wanted to make you feel better. When you felt so ugly it was hard to believe that he was still attracted to you. You never mentioned your doubts to him, because you knew he’d deny it and try and convince you otherwise and you didn’t want that. 
But then he got hard just looking at you and you realised he actually was still attracted to you. There wasn’t a morning he didn’t wake up without morning wood, and the way he looked at you was with hunger you had never seen before. 
Harry had seen you at your fittest and heaviest and all in between, yet the desire he held in his eyes towards you after you gave birth was more intense than at the weight you felt most confident. He seemed to be horny all the time, and you were too. 
He seemed to slide into fatherhood with grace and sexiness. He was growing out his moustache and hair, always keeping it up and out of his face so it wasn’t in the way. Harry was ageing like fine wine, and you were reminded of that when he returned from his daily early morning walk and woke you up with breakfast and Rosie propped on his hip. 
He’d always be sweaty and shirtless, his tank top tucked into the waistband of his shorts. God, he just looked so delicious and ugh. There was something about a shirtless man being domestic that made you want to scream. You just wanted to lick his chest clean and have him bend you over the bench. 
But you found it hard to have sex when you felt so insecure. He was always patient and never pushed. Even when you weren’t ready and offered to help him out he declined because he didn’t want you to feel pressured. 
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex. Because you did. As soon as you got the all-clear from your doctor and didn’t feel any pain in your vagina, you were as horny as ever. But mentally, you weren’t totally there. 
Eventually, you were ready for it and Harry was as happy as anything. You had been so reluctant to even be naked around him any more that he missed the sight of your skin and had dreamt night after night about feeling your body pressed to his. 
Even when you got out of the shower, you were quick to get dressed. Before giving birth, even when you were about to pop, you were happy for him to look at you and touch you… taste you. But things changed after having your daughter and he hated how drawn in and self-conscious you became. 
All Harry ever wanted was for you to be happy and healthy. To him, he’d always think you were the most attractive woman on the planet. That was at any weight or any haircut or with or without stretch marks. It didn’t matter because he would always love you, and always want to touch and eat you like some fine dessert. 
He tried to bring it up, but you didn’t really want to talk about it so he didn’t push. When you said you were ready to finally have sex again, he was as eager as anything. It was like he was a virgin all over again. 
Harry couldn’t lie, it was hard not having sex. It was nearly three months before your first time together after giving birth, and those three months were hell for him. You two had a very active sex life and practically had a marathon of a fuck in the days leading up to giving birth because you were late and you wanted to get the baby out faster. 
So going from three or more times a week for years, to nothing for three months was hard. But you just gifted him with his beautiful daughter and he wouldn’t have traded that for anything else on this planet. 
There was just one problem though. You didn’t want to do it with the lights on. 
Finding time to even have sex in the first place was hard because Rosie was a bit of a fussy baby. Some nights she slept all the way through aside from feeding and others she was up every 20 minutes. If she was finally in a pattern of getting sleep she’d get sick or something else would happen that ruined it. 
So the moments you did get time, you needed to take advantage of it. It was usually late at night, but before having Rosie you’d at least put a lamp on so you could see each other. Now, you asked to keep it off so he wouldn’t see you. 
He didn’t say anything the first or second time, even the third time because that particular time you quite literally had five minutes so it was a very quick rushed fuck. But then his mum dropped by and wanted to take Rosie out for the afternoon and he thought it was the perfect opportunity to have some proper alone time. 
“Hey baby” Harry murmured, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He hugged you tight, pressing his chest to your back and dipping his face to your neck where he left a chaste kiss. 
“Hi,” you sighed, giggling a little as you tipped your head back to rest on his shoulder. You were busy cleaning up a few dishes and continued the washing even as Harry was pressed against you. 
“Now that Rosie’s out of the house for a bit… do you wanna?…” he trailed off, lips ghosting along your neck as he dipped his hands up the front of your t-shirt to the waistband of your leggings. “Missed you lots, wanna love on you”
The feeling of his mouth against your neck was riling you up in all sorts of ways. Harry made you feel indescribable things. You were so head over heels in love with him it was crazy and he never failed to make you feel all squirmy and gooey inside. 
Even five years of marriage and a child didn’t change the way you felt about him. 
But that gooey feeling only lasted a minute before the thought of him seeing you naked in the daylight for so long overtook it and filled you with dread. 
“Oh… um” you dried your hands, “I kinda wanted to have a nap while she’s out if that’s okay? I didn’t sleep very well last night”
He knew that was a lie because this morning at breakfast you expressed how energised you felt after sleeping last night. It was Harry’s night to wake up for Rosie so he was on feeding duty giving her bottles that you pre-pumped. 
You usually breastfed her but some nights you just couldn’t do it and needed a sleep catch-up. You’d pump before sleeping then manage okay until the morning since Harry was always happy for the time he got with his daughter. 
“Okay… yeah, of course. You deserve sleep” he removed his arms from you and stepped back. He didn’t seem upset and there was no hint of dejection in his tone. There never was. He was always supportive and caring, never anything less. 
“Thank you, H.” You smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck to thread your fingers in his hair. He smiled back, but you could see a bit of sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?” 
“Of course” he responded, grabbing onto your hips. “I’ll finish those off for you. Go to bed” he kissed you gently, patting your hips while referring to the couple of dishes still in the sink. Your brows furrowed, not completely believing him but agreeing with him nonetheless. 
“Okay… I love you” you kissed him again. He smiled into your mouth and deepened the kiss, unable to resist because of the way his whole body reacted when you told him you loved him. It never failed to make him feel good. 
“God I love you” he groaned into your mouth, drawing you closer. His hands travelled further backwards until he had a solid grip on your ass. It was riling you up again, or rather riling you up further since that beat between your legs hadn’t stopped the entire time. 
“Don’t” you giggled, pulling back and pressing your finger to his mouth as you started to step away. “Nap” you reminded him. 
He rolled his eyes playfully before spanking your ass once and grabbing your hand. Your arms stretched while you kept walking towards your bedroom. “Okay, go before I eat you.” 
You laughed and finally pulled free, walking away out of his view to your room. As soon as you parted though, you felt guilty. You felt like you were ruining your marriage and love life somehow, self-sabotaging it because of your stupid insecurities. 
Needing a nap was a lie too. When you took yourself to bed, you just laid there wide awake and regretted declining your husband's advances. There was nothing more that you wanted than feeling his body on yours, feeling him deep inside you while love poured out in every moan and whisper and ‘good girl’. 
Having more time with him than something rushed seemed amazing too. And with the blackout blinds already closed… you didn’t feel as panicked about your appearance since it was so dark. 
So you walked back downstairs and found Harry still in the kitchen, this time chopping some veggies. 
“You alright baby? Need a tea or something?” he asked, sensing your presence before you even said anything. He was still focused on cooking, chopping up carrots so quickly the veins in his hand seemed to be working overtime in turning you on. 
“Yeah actually… you.” His head snapped to you so fast you thought it might break. 
“Me?” A little smirk grew on his lips and he was quick to put the knife down and turn to the sink to wash his hands. 
“Yeah… changed my mind about you know” 
There was another thing that hadn’t changed, despite being together for years. The way Harry’s stare never failed to make you nervous. You could barely say that you wanted him to fuck you when he looked at you with those deep green eyes and that stupid smirk on his lips. 
His ‘I own you’ stare that you were on the receiving end of a hundred times. 
“Oh yeah?” He smirked. Then barely a beat later he was tearing his shirt off and running after you. 
“Harry!” You laughed, turning around and running back upstairs as he chased you. He caught you right as you got to the door of your bedroom and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to grab your face and kiss you. 
You laughed into his mouth and kissed him back, grabbing his waist while he grabbed your hips instead and walked you backwards towards your bed. “I can’t believe you just chased me like a child” 
“I’m excited, what can I say?” He grinned, dipping his head to kiss down your neck. 
You laughed through a gasp, unable to help yourself from running your hands over his chest and down to his abs. He groaned against your skin when your nails scraped him then kissed back up to your mouth. 
“I love when you do that” he kissed you deeply, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling at it a little as he grabbed onto the bottom of your t-shirt. “Now let’s get this off.” 
Your lip released with a little pop and it had you whimpering in the air. With a lift of your arms, he had your t-shirt off and on the ground. The moment it was off, his lips were on yours again and his hands were on your bare breasts.
You loved when he played with your breasts. They ache constantly, especially after breastfeeding. Your nipples were always sore and chafed and your breasts just felt so full all the time. Even after pumping, it was this never-ending ache and heaviness. 
But Harry… his touch always made it better. He’d knead them in bed and even just over your shirt when you asked. Nothing compared though, to his hands on your bare skin when you two were intimate. 
“Harry…” you sighed, tilting your head back and grabbing onto his forearms. 
“I love these… I love you” he groaned, running his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. The action had your back arching into his touch, whimpering and cupping his face again to bring his lips back to yours. 
The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and he guided you down. “Scootch up, darling…” 
You started following his instructions and scootched up towards the pillows, even going as far as tucking your thumbs in the top of your leggings and beginning to tug them down. But then he started speaking. 
“God it’s so dark in here. Can barely see you” it was more of a mutter to himself than talking to you before he started walking to the window. Your looked at him in a bit of a panic and you had the sudden urge to cover yourself with your arms. 
“No!” You blurted, a bit too loudly. His head snapped to you, hands still on the blinds and his eyes widened a tad, immediately concerned. “I mean… can we, can we keep them shut. Please” 
“Baby…” he sighed, letting go of them so the room was still dark before walking back over to you. He knelt on the bed and you immediately brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. He shuffled towards you until he was right beside you, his hand on yours to intertwine your fingers. “What’s going on, lovey? You’ve been so… different recently. I’m worried” 
“I’m not… I just. I look so different after giving birth and I… I don’t know. It’s stupid” You looked down at your feet, but Harry was quick to gently grab your chin and turn your face to look at him. 
“Of course, you look different after birth, y/n. You had a three-kilo human inside of you that you grew for nine months” his tone was gentle and caring, and his eyes full of love. 
“I know that Harry. I popped that same three-kilo human out of my vagina, trust me I know” you responded, a little too bitterly. 
“Heyy, don’t do that. I’m just trying to help” he seemed a little hurt at your attitude, and you immediately felt bad. 
“Sorry, sorry I know. I didn’t mean to snap” you apologised, mumbling a little while you squeezed his hand. 
“It’s okay, just… talk to me. Explain how you’re feeling so I can help you.” The room was nearly pitch black, but you could still make out his soft puppy dog eyes and the furrow of concern between his eyes. 
“I just feel so… so ugly, H.” You looked away, shrugging out of his grip and resting your chin on your knee. “Like, I’m so proud of Rosie and being her walking, talking house. But she’s ruined my body.”
“She hasn’t ruined your body, y/n. God… you’re beautiful” he interrupted, hurt that you’d even think like that about yourself. 
“But I feel like she has! I’ve got so many stretch marks and loose skin and I can’t seem to drop this damn weight. I don’t even know why you want to look at me. It’s better with the lights off” you hugged your knees closer to your chest and avoided looking at him at all costs. 
“God y/n. That’s so fucking far from the truth it’s crazy. I love you and I want to look at you. I always want to look at you and I always want to touch you. How could you doubt my attraction to you? I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since we met.” He tried to comfort you, to make you believe that he still loved you. 
You believed that he was still attracted to you, you did. But you didn’t believe it enough to love yourself and see what he saw. 
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat then kept talking. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He ran a hand through his hair, his heart hurting at how you refused his eye. He was so goddamn in love with you, with all of you and yet you had been feeling so much self-loathing for so long. It was killing him. 
“Since I gave birth” you admitted, finally looking at him. 
“I… I don’t even know what to say” he cradled your hand in both of his and brought it to his chest like he was hugging it. “Will anything I say change how you feel about yourself?” 
You shrugged, looking away again. You felt awful. This was meant to be a nice afternoon between you and now you ruined it with your insecurities.
There was a bit of silence. Harry just pressed kisses to your knuckles before he finally spoke up again, figuring out how he might be able to make you see what he saw. He didn't expect it to magically get rid of all your insecurities, but he hoped it would help at least a little bit.
“Can I show you? Will you let me try and show you why I love you?” His question was soft and earnest, care in his gaze. 
“How?” You whispered, looking at him. He opened your hand and turned it over so he could press a kiss to your palm. 
“Do you trust me?” His eyes searched your own, emitting warmth and love. It was exactly the look you needed in that moment. 
“Of course I do” you answered immediately, knowing that you trusted him with your entire heart, soul and mind. 
“Then let me take care of it. Let me take care of you” he cradled your face and kissed you gently. He waited for you to reply with a small ‘okay’ before he pulled away and got off the bed. He entered the walk-in-robe and you just watched as he dragged out your full-length mirror and propped it up against the wall in front of your bed. 
“Harry, what are you doing?” You were getting nervous watching him. The moment that mirror was in place and you could see your silhouette sitting in the middle of your king size bed, you felt anxiety rise in your chest and heat your body. 
“Trust me, baby. I’m gonna try my hardest to make you feel better” he smiled at you, which was barely visible in the darkness of the room. That was until he ripped the blackout blinds open and illuminated the bedroom. 
You hugged your knees harder to your chest, suddenly exposed to Harry and yourself in the mirror in front of you. That heat of anxiety filled your chest, but there was another sort of heat accompanying it. 
You knew where this was going, and it was both nerve-wracking and arousing. 
He sat down on the floor in front of the bed with his back against the end and legs wide on the floor in front of him. Then he made eye contact with you through the mirror and patted the spot between his legs. 
“Come here, y/n” 
You were frozen for a moment before you slowly got up from the bed and made your way to him. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, covering your breasts while avoiding making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. 
“Good girl, baby” he said softly, smiling up at you as he rubbed up and down the back of your leg. His praise sent a little shiver up your spine and warmth to the pit of your stomach. “How do you feel about taking these off, hmm?” He plucked at your leggings at the back of your leg, letting them snap against you skin gently. 
“I don’t know” you were being honest, because this was a lot for you. 
“It’s okay. Just come sit here then, okay? We’ll take it one step at a time” he patted the spot again and grabbed your hand, giving you some balance to sit down between his legs with your back against his chest. You avoided eye contact in the mirror, keeping your arms tight against your chest and your knees bent and pressed together. 
He wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed onto your jaw gently with the other hand, turning it to the side so he could clasp his lips with yours. It was a gentle kiss at first, one that steadily grew into something deeper and more passionate. 
You found yourself relaxing in his touch. Your arms were dropping down into your lap instead of covering your chest. You brought a hand up to cup his jaw, running your thumb over his cheek and melting at how good it felt. Kissing Harry seemed to wash away all your worries and you were no longer sitting in front of a mirror or anxious about some rolls on your stomach. 
It was just you and Harry. Nothing else mattered except you and his hand trailing up to your breast, grabbing it firmly and kneading it in his hand. You whimpered in his mouth and arched into his touch, gasping when he pinched your nipple and pulled it. 
“Harry” you squirmed a little in his arms, clenching your thighs together at the nipple stimulation. 
“Feel good?” He mused, grabbing your other breast as well and stimulating both nipples at the same time. He kneaded your breasts and tugged at your nipples, pinching and pulling and ugh your brain was turning to mush. “Look in the mirror.”
“What?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder. You knew that this was where things were going, why else would there be a mirror set up right in front of you? But it still knocked you out of your pleasure daze. 
“Look in the mirror and see how fucking gorgeous you are” he turned your head to face forward, keeping a firm grip on your chin so you wouldn’t turn away. Your eyes met his in the mirror, but you refused to look anywhere else. Especially not yourself. 
“No.” He shook your chin. “Look at yourself. Now” he was firm, but his tone still gentle. 
“Harry” you whined in protest, refusing to look lower than those gorgeous veins on his hand. 
“Now, y/n. You can do it. Be good for me, yeah?” He coaxed, kissing your neck and immediately heading for your sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure left your mouth, his left hand still kneading your breast while he nipped at your neck. “Be good for me and I’ll be good for you, baby. Don’t you want to feel good?” 
“Y-yeah” you stuttered, eyes fluttering closed. Your clit was getting achier and achier and your underwear more soaked with arousal as time went on. 
“Then look” 
You finally let your eyes trail lower and you could feel his pleased smile grow against your neck. “Good girl. See how pretty your neck is…” his hand at your chin slid lower to your neck, where he loosely wrapped it around. “…and how pretty it looks with my hand wrapped around it? God I just love the cute little sighs you make when I choke you, when I make that gorgeous mind of yours all hazy and dizzy. Don’t you?” He applied gentle pressure to the sides and that familiar hazy feeling clouded your mind.
“Mhmm” you agreed, placing your hand over his and biting your lip. You missed this, but you especially missed the way he looked at you. His eyes were dark and full of lust and you could already feel his cock beginning to harden against your lower back. 
That hazy feeling disappeared as quickly as it existed because his hand was already moving lower. “And your gorgeous tits. Gotten so much fuller now that you're breastfeeding.” He groaned in your ear and your back arched again as both breasts were being stimulated at once. “Can’t help but feel a little jealous sometimes that Rosie gets to be on them all the time”
“Harry! Don’t say that” you scolded, hitting his arm and making him laugh. He was right though, your breasts did get a lot bigger now that you were breastfeeding. 
You never really liked that before, but now that you were properly looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a long time, you actually loved how they spilled over Harry’s hands. Before, he had a nice handful and now it was like the extra tissue was spilling through his fingers. 
There was something just so sexy about it. You didn’t know how you hadn’t seen it before. Maybe because you never allowed yourself to actually find things you appreciate about your new body. 
“It’s true” he nipped at your neck, just loving how your skin felt between his teeth. Was that a weird thing to love? Maybe. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he was finally able to appreciate your body and take his time with it. “They’re just so fucking full and pretty, and your nipples are just so hard and fucking begging for my mouth.” He tugged at your nipples extra hard just for good measure. 
You whined out loud and a smile curled at his lips. “And that. The noises you make. I fucking love those noises, baby… Always gets me so hard when I know I’m making you feel good” 
Then his hands started moving lower until they slipped below the waistband of your leggings, just his fingers at first before his palms were flat against your stomach and fully tucked in your pants. “And this… this was the home of our daughter for nine months. Nine months you grew our daughter in here and made her strong and healthy, just like her mum. Without you, there’d be no little Rosie” 
“I think it takes two people to make a baby, Harry” you blushed, hating the attention he was showing to your stomach. 
“It does, but only one of us grew her inside them.” He kissed your cheek lovingly, smiling at you through the mirror. “That was you, baby, and I’ll forever love you infinitely more because of it” his right hand slid lower and lower to your mound, right over your underwear then lower. He could feel your slick arousal through the thin material but wasn’t able to get much further due to your legs pressed together. “Can we take these off now?” 
You nodded, feeling achy and unbearably wet at all the foreplay you two had been doing. “These too?” He plucked at your underwear. The little space created by his hand allowed the band to snap a little against your skin, giving you a little taste of what it was like for him to spank you there.
You had missed that type of sex. The loud, rough, hair-pulling, bruise-making utterly mind-numbing sex that you two used to have before you gave birth. With time, you hoped you’d get back there. But today wasn’t about that and you knew it. 
All you wanted out of today was to feel a bit more comfortable being naked around Harry again or just being naked around yourself, really. 
“Yes… please” you agreed, lifting your bum to help him. Harry found himself smiling at your eagerness, just so happy that you were excited to get your clothes off in front of him. Progress was being made, and that’s all he cared about. 
He was also really fucking excited to look at you. From the moment you sat down between his legs he had been trying to hold himself back from just spreading your legs wide and tearing a hole in your leggings so he could touch you. 
He wanted to feel your warmth around his fingers, your arousal on his fingertips when he rubbed your clit and made you cum. He wanted to watch your cream build up at his knuckles as he curled his fingers into the perfect spot to make you scream.  
Then he wanted to fuck you so good you forget about everything. Your problems, your insecurities, everything except just you and him. 
Harry took the opportunity of your lifted bum and pulled your underwear and leggings down at the same time, letting you take the lead to kick them off your legs and to the side. You let your knees fall inwards again as Harry kissed you again, but this time he didn’t let you cover up. 
He used his ankles to cross over yours, bringing them up and over so his feet were on the inside of yours. Then he spread his legs wide and effectively pinned your legs to the floor so you couldn’t move them inwards, or outwards, or anywhere really. 
“Harry” you whimpered, your upper body twisting as you grabbed onto his hair while kissing him desperately. 
“Look at the mirror” he rasped, grabbing your neck right under your jaw and forcing it to turn towards the mirror again. 
Your eyes widened at the sight, and your immediate reaction was to try and slam your legs shut. But Harry’s strength was too much and kept them wide apart so you could see everything. 
“See how gorgeous you are? How pretty your pussy is?” He teased, his hand sliding down your stomach and two fingers immediately finding your pebbled clit. 
The light touch had you gasping and grabbing onto his thigh in reflex. That was one thing childbirth did that you actually enjoyed, it made you much more sensitive to every little touch. Even just his fingers pressed there had you squirming in his grip. 
“Harry” you gasped, guiding his spare hand to your breast again. 
“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You look away and I stop touching, understand?” He hummed in your ear, kissing below it on your neck as he started rubbing little circles on your clit. His touch was steady and with good pressure so a back-arching pleasure filled your spine.
“Uhuh” you agreed, eyes hooded while you focused on the way his hands touched your body. One at your breast, kneading it and tugging at your nipple while the other rubbed your clit just perfectly. 
Then he slid his fingers lower, dipping one to your entrance then two before he pushed them both into you at once. It had you gasping, eyes fluttering shut and nails digging into his thigh. 
“Uh uh. Open” he tutted, pulling his hand completely away from you. 
Your eyes flew open and you whined a little at the loss of contact, feeling your cheeks flush at the smirk playing on his lips. “Keep watching or I stop. You know the rules”
“Sorry… sorry, oh Jesus!” he slipped his fingers back into you, this time immediately curling them upwards to your g-spot and stimulating there. He pressed the heel of his palm to your clit, stroking your g-spot while grinding his hand against you. 
“See? See how good it can feel when you’re a good girl and listen to me? See how pretty you are when you’re feeling good, hmm?” He smiled against your ear. “My pretty girl. My gorgeous wife. How'd I get so fucking lucky?”
And just kept speaking to you the entire time, whispering filthy words about his cock stretching you out then following it up with a praise or compliment. It was dizzying and had you gasping and whimpering in pleasure. 
Being forced to watch it all had you so overwhelmed too. It was a bit mortifying to be honest, watching the way your stomach rose and fell with every pant and how your breast just overfilled Harry’s hand. But then it was also so… eye-opening and exhilarating.  
Harry watched you with such intense attraction and arousal. His eyes were all over your body, trailing and leaving a burning line behind as he just looked at every inch. He was trying to memorise every detail. 
He stopped at your face and mouth, then lower at your neck and breasts, focusing on how it moved in his hand. He licked his lips at your stomach and you could practically see his mouth water when he focused on your pussy. You were so wet and shiny and so damn soft under his fingers. 
He was mesmerised by how perfect you were. His wife. The love of his life and the most incredible person in the entire world. 
He was crazy about you. 
Seeing him look at you like that made you feel so… good. You were naked and possibly in a very unflattering position, but he still looked at you with such hunger and just. It made you feel so loved and appreciated. 
Maybe you were seeing what he saw. Even just a little bit. 
“Harry… I… I think I’m close” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your eyes were threatening to close, but you were trying so hard to push against that urge. If you closed your eyes or looked away he’d stop and you didn’t want that. 
You were so close. 
“Come for me, my love. Give me all you’ve got, baby… Show me how pretty you can be when you come around my fingers” 
Then you let go. You came with a moan of his name and tipped your head back onto his shoulder while waves and waves of pleasure rolled over you. Harry whispered words of encouragement in your ear the entire time as he carried you through, grinding his palm and fingers just enough to prolong your orgasm until it became too sensitive for you. 
“Okay, okay” you gasped while pushing his hand away from you. 
“Sorry” he chuckled lightly while kissing your neck lovingly. He then happily licked his fingers clean, moaning obnoxiously at your taste with a smirk on his lips. “God you taste good” 
“Harryyy” you blushed, covering your face with your hands. 
“Don’t do that, don’t cover yourself anymore” he pulled your hands from your face and intertwined your fingers, hugging them around your body so his arms were wrapped around you. 
He gently unhooked his ankles from yours at the same time so you had free movement of your legs again. Once your eyes met his in the mirror he smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing his chin to your shoulder. 
“There she is, there’s those pretty eyes of yours… How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think” 
“Better is all I need, baby. I just want you to feel good around me” he smiled softly to you through the mirror and you returned it happily, loving the closeness of just sitting there like that. 
But the heartbeat between your legs hadn’t disappeared yet. As much as you wanted to focus on how you felt significantly less uncomfortable looking at yourself naked in the mirror, all wrapped up in your husband, that beat of need between your legs was stronger. It was yelling at you for action, attention, for Harry. 
“I always do. Always” you responded, turning slowly in his arms until you were on your knees and facing him. You didn’t say anything else, not when you slung your arms over his shoulders and ran your fingers into the curls at the back of his head, nor when you kissed him softly. 
But kissing Harry was never just soft. It always turned to more. And how could it not this time when you were completely naked and pressed against him? Your pebbled nipples against his chest and his hard cock against your knee. 
His arms wrapped around you and he grabbed your ass, squeezing it until you whimpered then spanked you hard enough to make you yelp. The bite of pain had you reeling and you were growing more and more desperate for him to be inside you and make you feel all full and wonderful. 
You pushed your knee a little harder against his cock, making him groan hard into your mouth and spank you again. “Get on the bed. Now” he rasped like he was barely holding on. 
All you could do was nod before standing. Harry followed suit and shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor before he was cradling your face again and kissed you. It was passionate and deep and filled your belly with butterflies. 
He guided you back onto the bed like you were at the beginning of this session, head on the pillows. But this time he joined you. He knelt between your legs and hovered over you, fists on either side of your head as kissed along your jaw and down your neck. 
“Please. Please” you panted, tugging on his hair to bring him back to your mouth. 
“I got you. I got you baby” he assured you, pecking you before sitting back on his feet. 
He rubbed up and down your inner thighs, spreading your legs further and almost pinning them to the bed before he was pulling you down closer to his hips. Your legs were now slung over his thighs on either side of his hips, close enough so that he could easily slide into you.
And he did. He guided the head of his cock to your folds and wasted no time pressing it to your entrance. It was slow at first, a deep overwhelming full feeling as he slowly pushed into you. Little by little he filled you up; the intrusion made easier by his earlier fingering and how damn wet you were. 
That didn’t stop you from moaning loudly for him, your head thrown back on the pillows just at the feeling of him entering you. You’d never get used to how utterly perfect his cock felt inside you. Large and long, enough to stretch and sting a little but not enough to make you completely immobile the next day (unless that was his plan).
Perfect. 
You and Harry just fit perfectly together, you always had. Even with this changed body of yours, you felt like you always would too. 
“God you feel so fucking good. So wet for me” Harry whimpered, gasping when he went as far as he could go. 
“Move… just move. Please” you begged, grabbing his arms and the duvet tightly. 
He followed your command instantly, rocking his hips back and forth. It was gentle at first, like he didn’t want to get too rough with you. But when your pussy properly opened up for him and he got deeper and you felt warmer and wetter around him he couldn’t help himself. 
It didn’t help that you were begging him for it too. Whimpering ‘more’ and ‘ugh, more’ and the obvious ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ hints that he needed. 
He slung your knees over the crooks of his arms and grabbed you that way so his hands could be free to play with your breasts. This position opened you up more so your knees were closer to your chest and he felt impossibly deeper inside you.
That right there is what had you squealing and writhing. His big large hands tugging at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers and just utterly sending you to heaven. 
The pleasure was indescribable. His cock was deep and heavy, sliding in and out of you with a pace almost cruel. He hadn’t fucked you like this for a long time, so fast and hard you knew it would ache your insides for days after. 
Your orgasm was building up fast too. Every nerve was alive and fiery and just everything about this situation was making you a little overwhelmed. In a good way. Your mind was at peace, for the first time in a long time and your body was being fucked like Harry was so passionately in love with you it was bursting at the seams. 
“Oh fuck, baby. What do we have here, hmm?” Harry teased coyly, eyes right at your nipples where fucking breastmilk started to leak from your ducts. It must’ve been from the prolonged attention he was giving them all day, or maybe he was stimulating them just right. 
It didn’t matter why or how it started happening. All that mattered was now that your milk was leaking over Harry’s fingers and down your tits, all he could think about was licking them clean. 
He never thought about it before. It hadn’t even crossed his mind as something that might’ve happened from his touch, or something he might’ve been into. But now his mouth was practically watering at the thought and it was itching his brain in a kind of fucked up yet satisfying way. 
“What… what are you? Oh.” 
His cock was overwhelming your senses so much that you genuinely had no idea what he was referring to until you felt the wetness at your chest and actually looked down at his hands. His fingertips were covered in your milk, and a little line of it was dripping down the side and dangerously close to the bedding.
“Just leave it. Fuck just ignore it, H. It’s fine” you begged, pushing his sweaty hair from his face. 
“No. I’ll clean it” he let go of one breast and pressed his hand beside your head on the bed for balance. Then, as his hips still rocked inside you he leaned down and licked the bead of milk from the end all the way back to your nipple where he flicked his tongue against you.
“Harry!” you gasped, completely unexpecting him to do that. 
“Is that okay?” he paused his movements, waiting for the go-ahead. His hand was still firmly on your breast, your nipple between his thumb and forefinger like he was preparing to squeeze more of your milk out of you. 
You didn’t expect to like it. But the feeling of his tongue running against your skin was delicious, even more so when it ran right over your nipple and the source of your milk. So you nodded. You wanted him to do it again. 
“Yes… yes, it’s okay” 
“Get on top then” he responded, voice rushed. He was quick to get off you and sit beside you with his back against the headboard. You were equally as quick as getting up and climbing onto him, hands on his shoulders to support you as you slid back down onto his cock. 
Before that mirror exercise, you wouldn’t have gotten on top of him unless it was pitch black and you had a t-shirt on. But now you felt a little better about yourself, and you were way too focused on getting filled with his cum while he had your tit stuffed in his mouth. 
Harry grabbed your hip with one hand and guided your tit back to his mouth with the other, and then you were gone. Your hips moved on their own, bouncing and swivelling and searching for your own pleasure as he licked and sucked at your nipple. 
He cleaned all around it, groaning and moaning at the taste of your milk before switching to the other. Harry just kept stimulating them, getting more milk and lapping it up like he couldn’t get enough. It was so fucking erotic that you could barely watch it, yet you also couldn’t stop yourself. Especially when he looked right at you and tugged your nipple between his teeth, pulling it out as milk spurt out.
It sent him right to heaven. His mind was in a new state of pleasure and he honestly couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be so close like this with you. So intimate… so connected. You couldn’t really get more connected if you tried.
“God baby, I love you. Love you so fucking much. Making me feel so good I can barely hold it any longer” 
“Don’t, don’t hold it” you gasped before pulling his face upward so your mouths met. “Come. Come inside me, H. Fill me with another baby.” 
That was all it took for him to explode inside you, his loud moan of your name filling the room as his come filled you. It was one of those feelings that physically matched how emotionally full you felt right now. Barely a beat later you were also coming, gasping his name and holding him close as you both rode your highs, still very connected in the most intimate way. 
“So… are you feeling a bit more confident now, my love?” Harry asked, his fingers lightly running up and down your arm. You were now both showered and laying in bed, preparing for an actual nap now that you two had finally reconnected. 
“A bit. I think I might need a few more sessions with Dr. Styles though” you grinned, looking up at him. 
It was true, Harry really did make you feel more confident in yourself. And while your insecurities weren’t going to be fixed during a single session of sex, it definitely helped and it felt like a step in a positive direction.  
Harry rose his eyebrow and laughed, cupping your face to kiss you. “I think that can be arranged.”
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Happily Ever After
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: You have a big fat crush on Spencer Reid. And now you have to share his clothes, his hotel room and his bed for one special night.
Warnings: Day 31 of Kinktober - The End, vanilla sex, love confessions, p in v, pretty softcore compared to the other stuff. Fluff.
A/N: We did it! It's literally halfway to December, but I finally finished all of the kinktober fics! Thank you, everyone, for coning with me on this amazing journey. Thank you for all your support for thesr 31 fics, I literally wouldn't have done it without you 💖
It was hard being hopelessly in love with your coworker. This was a fact that you'd learnt upon entering the BAU and meeting Doctor Spencer Reid. 
You'd never believed in love at first sight  and to be truthful, you were still a sceptic, but there was something about him that had you leaning in, eyes sparkling as you hung on his every word. 
If you were asked what exactly it was about him that you liked so much, you'd probably tie your tongue up trying to answer. 
Maybe it was his intelligence. Maybe it was the complete obliviousness that went along with it. 
It could have been the way he made sure to check in on you regularly, made sure you were managing the transition to the BAU well, and let you know that he'd be there to support you. 
It was probably also because of how goddamn attractive he was. You swore that he was walking around like the female lead in a 00s rom com - he just didn't know how hot he was. In fact, he was so oblivious that he still didn't reconcile the fact that ‘Pretty Boy’ was less an insulting nickname and more the cold, hard truth. 
You'd accidentally reminded him of that fact about a month into being deliriously into him. 
“Pretty Boy…? Hey, Spencer? Doctor Reid? Nothing…” Morgan sat on the edge of your desk as he called over to the man just opposite him, sitting completely still bar his hand that was racing across a page as he read furiously. 
“He's busy, Morgan. I'm sure if you just call his name Louder, he'll answer.” You sighed. Watching the two men quibble had become an interesting pastime, to say the least. 
“Spencer, the office is on fire. Spencer, Hotchner, is naked in his office right now. Spencer, Rossi is naked in his office right now. Spencer, Y/N is-” 
“Okay, that's enough,” you said, standing up from your desk and clearing your throat. You thought you'd just stand up and get Spencer’s attention the same way Derek had, projecting your voice just a little bit more.
“Pretty Boy.” As soon as the words fell from your lips, the man in question bolted upright, hitting his knee on the desk as he rose, locking eyes with you. 
“Yes, Y/N?” Almost as soon as he was upright, Morgan was in fits on the floor, partly from the reaction, partly from Spencer's self injury. When he turned back to you and noticed your red face, the laughing fit only doubled. 
Spencer joined you in perpetual embarrassment as Morgan slipped off, still laughing  but seemingly no longer interested in whatever it was he wanted Spencer for in the first place. 
“Y/N, did you need something?” He asked, clearing his throat as he sat down once again. 
“No! No, actually, Morgan… it doesn't matter.” You smiled politely and sat back down, quickly pulling some paperwork together to make yourself look busy. 
“Usually only Morgan calls me pretty boy.” He murmured from the other side of the desk  
“That's because it's the truth.” 
“What?” His eyes locked with yours as you suddenly realised he'd been talking to himself, not engaging you in further conversation. 
“I… well, I mean, he wouldn't say it if you weren't actually pretty, Spencer.” He looked at you for a second, then relaxed, smiling softly as he continued his reading. 
You could've sworn you heard a tiny thank you under his breath  but you just continued your work and tried to calm your heart rate down. 
After that, you made it your mission to out an arm's length between yourself and Spencer Reid. You were polite about it, of course, but you felt an awful lot like a teenager with a crush. Or maybe a pre-teen with a crush. Sometimes, to be honest, you were probably acting like a complete child. 
Fate, or Aaron Hotchner, had other plans for you, though. 
“If you can't make it, that's okay, but it's regulation to send two agents because of some prior interviews that have turned particularly violent.” He explained after he called you into his office. 
“JJ has Henry to take care of, same for Kate and her niece. Morgan has a trial tomorrow, so he's unavailable as well, so I really only have you and Reid to ask. Can you do it?” 
You weren't sure if it was some need to please the man in front of you as if you were his child who had scored badly on a pop quiz, or his perpetual state of exhaustion that had you giving in and nodding to the man, agreeing to five hours in a car with Spencer. But you did. 
The ride wasn't all that bad, to be honest. In typical Spencer fashion, he'd bought along a few audiobooks to listen to, so most of the time was filled with The Faerie Queene and the sleep that you'd fallen into after listening to The Faerie Queene. 
You couldn't fully escape conversation, though, and in between changing tapes, he started asking questions. 
“How are you liking the unit?" He asked casually, his eyes on the road as you turned to stare at him. 
“It's been good. The only downside is all of those field work fitness tests, though.” 
“Be glad that you had to do those before you joined us. Morgan decided to be helpful and train me and Penelope.” 
“That doesn't sound too bad,” you laughed at him as an honest frown coated his face.
“Have you seen the guy? He's like a walking weightlifting advertisement, I think he could bench press me. And it turned out that we didn't even need the training anyway.” 
“Wow, and you fell for it? I thought you were a super genius, Doctor Reid.” 
“Hey, that's discrimination. I can be very stupid, too. I contain multitudes.” You laughed and relaxed into the seat some more, memorising each detail of his face as you looked at him. There was a small awkward pause as he waited for you to say something else. Just as he made to turn and look at you, you straightened again and looked away before he could catch you. 
“I'd love to see those multitudes some day.” 
“I'd love to show you them.” 
After that, you'd sat silently in the passenger seat, staring out of the window so he couldn't see the effect his words had on you. 
You were thankful that the actual interview finished shortly, the death row inmate becoming rather chatty in his final days and gracious in the details he was willing to give out. The prison still put you on edge, though, so you were glad to have your gun back on your hip and fresh air in your lungs as you moved towards the car. 
You were just waiting for Spencer to get off the phone so you could get back on the road and into your comfy bed. 
“That was Hotch,” Spencer said, walking over. “We've got a case. We're closer than they are, so they want us to drive there and stay in the hotel for the night, and they'll see us tomorrow.” He smiled in sympathy as he watched your face fall. 
The stuttering of your heart was so loud that you almost couldn't hear his words. Surely, that didn't mean you had to spend the night with Spencer Reid? You didn't know if you'd actually survive that. 
“I-I don't have my overnight bag.” You said. 
“Hotch said JJ is picking it up. She'll pass it to you tomorrow.” 
“But it's winter, what am I going to wear tonight?” You practically whispered the words as your brain finished functioning once again. 
“I have something you can change into. Of that's okay with you, of course!” You didn't trust yourself to talk, so you just nodded at the man and climbed into the car, ready for him to take you to your home for the night. 
Fate didn't stop there, though. 
“There's been some kind of mistake,” you heard Spencer mumble as you walked up to the front desk behind him. You'd been sat on a sofa in the foyer waiting for him to return with your key and his when you realised he'd been taking too long. 
“What's the problem?” You asked as he turned around to look at you, running his hands through his hair in frustration. 
“They only booked one room.” 
“Sir, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to take up the issue with your company. But there's only one room here in your name, and we're otherwise fully booked for the night. We had two weddings and an academic gathering this weekend. Guests are still trickling in and out.” 
“Okay, what about my name? Can you see if there's anything under Y/L/N?” 
“I already tried that. They have Hotchner down, but only from tomorrow.” His jaw tensed again as he turned to you. If you knew him better, you'd probably be able to recognise his nervousness. God, how you wished you knew him better. 
“It's one night?” You nodded and took the keys from the receptionist as you and Spencer walked towards the room you'd be sharing for the evening.
“Derek says I talk in my sleep, but that claim has never been substantiated with any real evidence. Also I prefer to sleep on the bed nearest to the window, is that okay?” Spencer rambled slightly awkwardly as you approached your new hotel room. 
You smiled at him and flexed your hand slightly, trying to reach out to comfort him but holding yourself back from the casual physical contact. 
“It's okay,” you said, grabbing the key card. “Let's go in.” 
If that day had taught you anything, it was to expect something else to go wrong. 
The room was wonderful, with a large window, a competent bathroom, surprisingly spacious for the usual FBI budget. There was, of course, only one bed.
“I'll take the sofa. It's right next to the window anyway.” 
“Spencer it's not a pull-out. You're never going to get any sleep on that thing.” You stood your ground, dumping Spencer’s bag and your own small purse on the sofa so he couldn't take up permanent residence there. 
You weren't sure why you were fighting so hard to get him in the same bed as you, knowing what effect it would have on you, but you didn't care to think about that right this second. 
“Okay, let's just get ready to sleep, and we can talk about it again.” He said, digging you out an old pair of sweatpants and a caltech jumper and gesturing for you to use the bathroom first. 
You quickly showered up and changed into the warm clothes. It was strange to be able to feel how much bigger than you he was since you'd never really considered it. 
Spencer was tall, but you weren't exactly petites, and yet here you were, getting swamped by his college sweatshirt. And you knew for a fact that he'd been practically a child still when he'd last graduated. 
“All yours, Spencer,” you said, walking from the bathroom and over to the bed where you'd left your phone on charge. 
He didn't say anything, but you noticed he'd stayed stuck to the spot and sat at the opposite end of the sofa reading a book. 
“Spencer? Did you hear me?” That seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and he finally diverted his eyes away from you. 
“No pretty boy this time?” He pouted under his breath, but you laughed all the same, watching him grab similar garments from his bag again and travel to the bathroom.
You must've drifted off slightly between him going in and coming out, because when you woke, there he was again on the sofa. 
“Spencer? What are you doing? Get into bed.” You blinked your eyes a few times, rubbing away the sleep in them as you sat up. Spencer had sat up on the sofa, reading his book again, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. 
“I said I'm fine here, Y/N. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Sighing, you pushed yourself out of bed and walked around it to where Spencer was. 
“Spencer, you're like 6’4. This sofa couldn't even sleep a five year old comfortably, let alone all of you.” You slipped the book from his hand, shutting it and placing it on the side table. 
“I'm assuming you don't need a bookmark?” When he shook his head with a resigned sigh, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up. 
“Y/N, are you sure?” 
“Spencer, you already gave up your clothes for me, I'm not letting you give up the bed, too.” 
“It's okay, I enjoyed giving up the clothes.” You couldn't really help the nervous goggle that slipped from your mouth at that statement. 
“Sorry, I just meant I'd-” 
“I know what you meant, Spencer. Let's just go to sleep now.” Grabbing his hand once again, you turned the main lights off, lamps lighting your way to the bed. 
Turning Spencer around, you gently shoved him onto the bed. Though, expecting him to let go of your hand, you'd planned that only he would land there. 
Instead, he doubled down on his grasp of your hand, and you fell with him, landing directly on top of him on the bed, mouths inches from each other. 
You paused there for a few moments, not sure what move was the right one to make. His hips shifted upward slightly, but that was all the movement you needed for you to settle over his crotch rather than his legs. 
“I'm sorry,” you whispered breathlessly as you felt every inch of him harden underneath you. 
“I'm not,” he said, eyes searching your face for god knows what. 
When he found it, though, he didn't hold back. His free hand slid up to the back of your head, slamming it down so your lips could lock together, a passionate joining that rid you of all the oxygen in your body. 
“Spencer,” you gasped between kisses as he worked his hand lower, both hands free to wrap tightly around your waist as he continued kissing you with a passion. 
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he finally pulled away again, holding you as close as he could before capturing your lips one more time.
Your head swam through the sensations blindly, both confused and considerably fused to him at the same time.
Spencer's lips, Spencer's hands, Spencer's everything pressed up against you as you sighed contentedly at his ministrations.
“Spencer… what are we doing?” 
“I don't know. I don't want to stop, though.” His lips matched yours furiously as he pushed his sweater off your body, whining slightly when he had to break contact to get it over your head.
His hands were instantly exploring your chest, grasping your body like it was his lifeline, as your hips rocked against his own. 
You knew you needed to stop this, and soon. Your body didn't agree. If you had sex with Spencer Reid right now, you knew there was no way in hell any other man would ever match up. 
“Spencer, stop.” 
To his credit, he did, hands dropping instantly as he created space between the two of you. Or as much as you'd allow, still sitting on top of him. 
“I'm sorry, I took advantage, I shouldn't have kissed you like th-” 
“I love you.” You blurted out, so desperate for him to shut up and listen to you. Which  again, to his credit, he did. 
“What?” He whispered, stars shining in his eyes.
“I told you to stop because I love you. If you don't feel the same way, that's okay, but I don't think I can do this if you don't.”
“You love me?” 
“Yes, I just said that. Aren't you supposed to have an eidetic memory?” 
“Individuals with eidetic memories often struggle with short-term memories, hanging onto older memories more vividly and recalling them faster.”
“So you want me to say it again?” 
“Over and over, preferably.” He said with a grin, flipping you over so your back was on the bed as he hovered over you. 
“I love you,” you whispered as he kissed your cheek. 
“Again.”
“I love you,” you whispered as he kissed your neck. 
“One more time,” he whispered, stroking your hair as he finally looked into your eyes. 
“I love you,” you whispered as he kissed your lips once again, holding nothing back as he poured all his joy into you. 
“I love you, too.” 
Your legs tangled together in a blur after that, both hopelessly breathing each other's oxygen. You were giggles and moans, whimpers, and confessions as you found yourself pushing down the covers and your pants so you could slide into bed. 
Neither of you stopped your confessions, still professing your love in each scrape of a nail, each lick, each bite. 
When he finally entered you, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, drunk on him and every reaction he was giving you. 
“I love you, Y/N,” he moaned. “I love how you feel wrapped around me.” His hips snapped softly into you, but he went deep, pushing in the entire way before even letting himself think of drawing himself out of that beautiful heat. 
“I love how reactive you are for me. I love seeing each of your emotions cross your face. I love how you called me pretty. I love how intelligent you are. I love you.” You were overcome with emotions as you finally felt pleasure wash over you, tingling through your body in ripples as he grunted into your ear, close as well. 
Wrapping your legs around him, you nuzzled into his neck and held him tight as he finally finished inside of you. 
You fell asleep like that in each others arms, clinging to each other for dear life. 
When you woke the next morning, it was with a start as you realised the sun was already awake. 
Spencer, however, wasn't, and you jolted up in a panic as you rolled him off of you. 
“Spencer, wake up, the others are going to be here any minute, it's 8:45.” 
“No, they're not,” he said, pulling you right back into his chest. 
“You said yesterday that they're coming today ready for the new case.”
“They started driving at 7am. Driving is going to take them 5 hours 34 minutes, give or take half an hour if there's an accident on the roads. We have plenty of time.”
You relaxed slightly into his hold, then feeling his warmth against you as he stirred slightly again. 
“Of course, we could always do something else to pass the time.” You opened one eye and turned back to face him as his hand traced down to the parting of your legs.
“Nice try, lover boy. If you're awake enough for that, you're awake enough to get started on the case.” 
“I preferred pretty boy,” he groaned but rolled away from you, as you both started getting ready for the day. 
Within half an hour, the two of you were up and ready to answer an incoming video call from Penelope Garcia. 
“Hello beautiful, how is upstate treating you?” She said as you picked up and beamed at her, somehow unable to control the happiness rolling off of you.
“It's been good,” you practically giggled, wiping a hand across your face as you attempted to clear away the grin there.
Spencer approached the laptop screen, too, greeting Penelope with a small squint as he looked down. 
“Hey, Penelope. Do you have the case details for us?” 
“I sent through the files to your emails, Hotch has a paper copy for you too, Reid, when he gets there. We've got a copycat or a resurfaced killer from the 80s. Rossi says the details are familiar to him, but he was going to ask you when he found you.” You both nodded and thanked her, but still, she didn't hang up. 
“So, one hotel room, how was that?” Penelope asked from the other side of the screen, eyes dancing between the both of you. 
“How did you…?” You squinted as Spencer hurriedly closed the laptop to the sounds of her laughing victoriously. Spencer's face flushed again as he brushed his hair out of his face, trying to discuss the files with you as he changed the topic almost expertly. 
“Stop. Spencer, how did she know about the hotel room?”
“Penelope books most of our hotel rooms.”
“Spencer, what aren't you telling me?” He shifted uncomfortably and looked at you in the eyes. 
“I may have asked her to book only one room.” 
“What? But the receptionist said-” 
“I slipped her a twenty before you came up.” 
“Why?” 
“I wanted to be closer to you. When Hotch said he had this interview, and he said he was sending you too, I was so excited to spend time with you, because you've been avoiding me, and I wanted to know what I did wrong so I could make it better, but I guess I didn't do anything wrong because you love me somehow, so I must have done something very very right to deserve that.” He was rambling, but you didn't stop him, smile spreading as you listened to his accidental declarations of love. 
“And then I had to beg Hotch to take this case next, because then we'd have an excuse to be alone longer if we were so close.” 
You tried to catch his attention then by calling his name, but he didn't listen, too intent on his confession. 
“I was going to tell you later today, once we were off work, I didn't want to say something in the middle of the case because that would've been unprofessional  and honestly I didn't want the others to hear because I want you all to myself.”
“I'm rambling, aren't I?” 
“Yes, God  just shut up and kiss me.” 
“You're not mad?” 
“I might have been if I weren't so damn in love with you. But lucky for you, I'm crazy for you.” He smiled at you again, pulling you in close for one more kiss. 
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hyperactively-me · 5 months
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break in, break down
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"You're stayin' with me tonight," he declares, voice firm and unwavering. You open your mouth, nearly telling him no, I'll find a hotel, but the look he shoots you suggests that you go with him. With a nod of agreement, Simon leads you away from the scene, his hand on your back firm and reassuring.
this has been sitting in my drafts for like, ever. it's not the best cause its super old, like months old and i lowkey forgot i even had it, but it'll do for now while i'm in this writing rut.
happy reading <3
warnings: home invasion, panic attack reaction (i think that's it? lmk if i missed anything please!)
A loud bang reverberates through your apartment, your peaceful sleep interrupted.
You open your eyes with a start, the volume of the sound causing your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.
You're silent for another moment until the sound of glass shattering causes you to jump. You sit up now, dumbfounded for a brief moment before unshakable anxiety takes over.
There's no way this could be happening to you right now.
You immediately leap out of bed, grabbing a stray hoodie off the floor, slipping it over your thin pajamas. Next, you grab your phone with shaky hands, trembling from the adrenaline and anxiety coursing through your veins. The sounds from outside your bedroom are starting to get louder. You swipe your car keys from your drawer, shoving them into the pocket of your hoodie.
In a frenzy, you grope under your bed for a baseball bat, struggling to steady your shaking hands as you grip it tightly. The rattling of your doorknob nearly makes you pass out in fear. Simon had told you multiple times to keep your door locked when you sleep, stressing to you that it wasn't safe to leave it unlocked, especially at night.
There was no way you could escape through the hallway. Lucky for you, your apartment is on the first floor of the building, meaning that you would be able to safely jump out of your bedroom window without injuring yourself.
You place all your things down quickly, unlatching your window from its locks. You heave it open with all your might, grunting as you hold it up to lock it into an open position. Grabbing your baseball bat first, you throw it out the window and onto the grass below you. Could never be too safe.
Suddenly, the person or people on the other side of your door start kicking at it, the flimsy wood shaking from the impacts. You bite back a scream, prompting you to jump out of your window, dropping onto the grass below you clumsily.
You don't bother looking back as you sprint to your car in the adjacent parking lot, throwing yourself into the drivers seat unceremoniously.
Without another thought, you dial 911. Running on pure adrenaline, you tell the operator your address and the urgency of the situation. The kind voice on the other end tells you that the police are on their way before you hang up.
You bite back a sob as your shaking hands type in Simon's phone number. You hold your phone up to your, chewing your finger as it rings once, twice, and the line picks up.
"Hullo?" a scratchy, sleep-ridden voice on the other end of the line rings out. His accent sounds particularly thick.
"Simon," your voice breaks, the adrenaline now worn off, leaving you a wreck.
"What's wrong?" he asks immediately, now sounding more awake. You hear shuffling on the other end.
"I- I think my apartment got broken into," you sob, fat tears now freely falling down your cheeks. "I'm so scared," you cry, bawling like a baby.
Simon's voice takes on a sharp urgency. "'M coming over right now. Where are you? Are you hurt?"
"I'm in my car, in the parking lot," you say tearfully, trying to wipe the tears from your face unsuccessfully.
"I've already called 911; they're on the way—" you add, clutching onto your phone.
The sound of a door opening and slamming shut crackles through the phone. "Be there in ten. Stay on the line, love."
"I'm scared," you cry again, your free hand trembling as you reach to make sure your car door is locked.
"I know, love, I know. Just hang in there. 'M on my way," Simon reassures you, his voice gentle. The ten-minute wait feels like an eternity as you sit in your car, sniffling every so often as you look out your car windows to make sure no one is coming towards you.
Sirens wail in the distance, the police clearly arriving on scene. Despite the growing fear gnawing at you, Simon's voice provides a source of comfort.
"The police are almost here," you breath into the phone, pulling your knees up to your chest.
"Good, I'm here," he grunts. You look up and see his truck hurtling through the parking lot, stopping abruptly right behind your car. He slides out of his car, rushing to the drivers side of your car.
The moment he reaches your car, you throw open the door and practically fall into his arms. Simon holds you tight as you fall into him, sobs wracking your body.
"Don't cry," he soothes, pulling you tighter against him. "'S alright, 's handled."
He cradles you in his grasp, running his hand over your hair as you sob into his t-shirt, fists bunching up the fabric. You cling to him as if he's your lifeline, the scent of his t-shirt grounding you ever so slightly.
"I've got you," he murmurs, rubbing your back.
Your sobs gradually subside into quiet sniffles, and you take a deep breath.
The distant wailing of sirens grows closer, indicating the police are here. Simon releases you just enough to glance over his shoulder at the approaching vehicles. "The police are here," you whisper, your voice shaky but relieved.
The flashing lights of police cars illuminate the surroundings as officers approach. Simon steps back, maintaining a protective stance beside you.
Two police officers approach you and Simon, asking for details about the break-in. You pull at the hem of your hoodie, trying to cover up your practically bare thighs from your tiny pajamas. Simon settles his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to speak to the officers. You recount the events timidly, telling them as much as you know. After providing your statement, the police assure you they'll investigate your apartment, but advise you that it's not the best to stay there tonight. For obvious reasons.
Upon their insistence of you spending the night somewhere else, before you could even open your mouth, Simon is insisting, no, demanding that you stay with him for the night.
"You're stayin' with me tonight," he declares, voice firm and unwavering.
You open your mouth, nearly telling him no, I'll find a hotel, but the look he shoots you suggests that you go with him.
With a nod of agreement, Simon leads you away from the scene, his hand on your back firm and reassuring.
As you approach his truck, Simon opens the door for you. He helps you up into the passenger seat, making sure you're settled before closing the door with a determined thud. Simon then strides around to the driver's side, the scent of him lingering in the air as he gets in. The engine roars to life, and you find comfort in the steady hum of the engine.
The drive to Simon's place is mostly quiet. He occasionally glances at you, concern etched into his features. You stare out of the window, the events of the night replaying in your mind. You shiver in your seat, thinking about what could have happened if you hadn't escaped through your window. Simon's hand finds yours, a silent gesture that makes your heart ache with gratitude.
As you pull into Simon's driveway, you're met with the warm glow of his porch light. The familiar sight brings a new sense of relief. It's not the first time you've been to his quaint home. Simon turns off the engine, and without a word, he's at your side, opening the door for you again.
He leads you inside, the click of the door shutting behind you echoing in the quiet house. Simon heads to the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets. Moments later, he appears with a mug of tea, a small but comforting gesture. He hands it to you, the warmth seeping into your cold hands.
"Drink this. It'll help calm your nerves," he says, his voice gentle.
You take a sip, the familiar taste of chamomile offering a small respite. Simon sits across from you, watching as you try to steady your trembling hands. The silence between you isn't uncomfortable; it's a shared understanding that words might not be enough to mend the damage that's been dealt.
After a while, Simon breaks the silence. "I'll make up the spare room for you. Take your time. We'll deal with everythin' in the morning."
He disappears down the hall, leaving you alone in the living room. You look around his living room, eyeing his front door for a brief moment. You finish the tea and set the mug on the coffee table, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you.
When you enter the spare room, you find it tidy and pretty bare. The scent of clean sheets and the comforting atmosphere of his home a stark difference from your own. You watch as he double checks the windows to make sure they're locked tight. He also shows you the lock on your own bedroom door.
"Everythin' is secure, 've triple checked it all," Simon states, turning from the window to look at you. His concern is evident in his eyes, and you nod in response.
"Thank you, Simon. I appreciate all of this," you say, your voice quiet.
He moves over to the wall, crouching down to plug a night light into the wall. He taps it a few times to make sure it works. When it flickers on, he grunts, satisfied. Pushing himself up to standing, he walks over to you.
He gives you a reassuring smile. "No need to thank me. 'S the least I can do. You get some rest. 'M right across the hall if you need anything."
With that, he leaves the room, gently closing the door behind him. You make sure to lock the door behind him as he leaves. You crawl into bed, pulling the covers over your weary body, exhaustion settling in.
You close your eyes, hoping that sleep will offer some reprieve. As you lay there, the events of the night replay in your mind. The fear, the vulnerability, and the violation of your home weigh heavily on you. Slight sounds make you jump in fear, and all of a sudden you start to breath heavily. You can't be in here, not alone.
You stumble out of the room, practically falling into the hallway. The dim glow of the nightlight casts long shadows, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. Determined, you make your way to Simon's door and knock softly.
The door opens, and Simon appears, concern etched on his face. "Everythin' alright, love?"
You can barely form the words, your voice barely a whisper. "Can't stay in there alone."
Without hesitation, Simon opens the door wider, gesturing for you to enter. His room is dark, all lights off. You step inside his room, tugging your hoodie tighter around your body. You settle onto the edge of his bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to ward off the residual fear.
Simon shuts and locks the door behind him, plunging you both into darkness, save for the slight shine of the moon pouring through between a crack in his curtains.
Simon stands in front of you, looking down with a mix of empathy and concern in his eyes. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need. I don't mind."
"Thank you," you manage to say, the vulnerability in your voice more pronounced in the darkness of the room.
Simon hesitates for a moment before flicking on a small bedside lamp. The soft light casts a warm glow across the room, revealing a space that's both lived-in and comforting. You feel a bit more at ease.
He pulls a chair from his desk and sits across from you, leaving a respectful distance. The silence between you is filled with unspoken words, the weight of the night's events hanging in the air. Simon's gaze is unwavering, and you find solace in the fact that he understands what you need without the need for words.
As the minutes tick by, the atmosphere in the room becomes less tense. Simon breaks the silence, his voice a gentle murmur. "I don't want you to go through this alone. You deserve to feel safe, love."
You manage a weak smile, touched by his sincerity. "Thank you, Simon. You really don't have to be doing all of this for me--"
"Don't say that, I want to," he cuts you off gruffly, offended as if you would even suggest that you weren't worthy enough of his care.
His response hangs in the air, and you notice a flicker of something in Simon's eyes—a hint of frustration or something deeper. The unspoken tension lingers, causing you to shift slightly.
"I just... I don't want you to feel unsafe," Simon adds, his voice softer this time. He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, his gaze fixed on yours. "Or alone. Fuckin' hell, if you hadn't been able to get out of there..."
He stops, jaw ticking as he thinks. He can't even say it.
The room feels charged with unspoken emotions, and you sense a vulnerability in Simon that mirrors your own.
"Simon," you say softly, your voice a gentle reassurance, "I feel safe with you."
"I've... 've cared about you for a long time, maybe more than I should," Simon admits, his words hanging in the air like a fragile confession.
The vulnerability in his admission tugs at your heart, and you find yourself pushing yourself up off the edge of the bed, cupping his face in your hands.
"I've cared about you too," you confess, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted.
He looks up, meeting your eyes with a mixture of relief and adoration. Simon's hand reaches up to grasp your wrist lightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand, his eyes searching yours for confirmation.
"I never want you to feel unsafe or alone again. I can't stand the thought of somethin' happenin' t' you."
Your heart swells at the sincerity of his words, and you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
The conversation lulls, and for a moment, it's just the two of you in the sanctuary of Simon's bedroom. The emotional exhaustion begins to take its toll, and your eyes grow heavy.
He stands from his chair, grasping your upper arms gently, leading you towards his bed once again. Before he sits you down, he looks at you expectantly.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes," you nod, "I've never wanted anything more."
With your permission, he lays you down on his bed, following you into the bed with a contained eagerness. He drags you up until you're settled on a pillow. Simon slides into the mattress right next to you, pulling the covers up and over the both of you. You turn on your side to face him, eyes searching his face just before he turns off the lamp, plunging you both into darkness.
Simon's hand brushes against your forearm, seeking permission yet again. You scoot over until you're flush against him, cheeks heating up at the proximity. You feel Simon's warm presence beside you, his hand finding its place on your waist before he pulls you up against him, cuddling you. Simon's fingers trace patterns on your back, a soothing motion that pulls you deeper into relaxation.
"Get some rest. I'll be right here if you need anything, love," Simon whispers, playing with the ends of your hair.
"Thank you," you whisper into the darkness, your voice barely audible but carrying a depth of gratitude.
He tightens his grip on your waist, a silent affirmation that he's here for you, that you're not alone. The warmth of his touch and the gentle rise and fall of his breath provide a sense of security that eases the lingering tension in your body.
. . . 
The morning light begins to seep through the curtains, casting a soft glow in Simon's room. As you slowly awaken, the events of the previous night come back to you in fragments. You turn slightly to find Simon still asleep beside you, his features softened by the morning light. His arm is draped protectively over you, and a sense of peace settles in the room. For a moment, you simply revel in the quiet stillness, savoring the moment.
As Simon begins to stir, his eyes meet yours, and a sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Mornin���," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.
"Morning," you reply, a small smile playing on your lips. The air in the room feels different, more relaxed.
Simon props himself up on one elbow, his gaze searching yours. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than I thought I would," you admit, a genuine warmth in your voice. "Still kinda freaked out that people broke in to my apartment, but better."
He nods thoughtfully. "We should probably get up, check in with the police," Simon suggests, but there's a reluctance in his eyes to let go of the warmth of the bed.
You cuddle against him once more, hugging him tightly. His arm comes to wrap around your back, hand splayed across your skin.
"Yeah, we should," you say, pulling away gently as you push yourself out of bed.
"We're goin' together," he tells you. "And I will be installing a new security system in your apartment."
You manage a small smile. "I don't think you understand how much I appreciate you for this."
He sighs as he leads you to his small kitchen. "You never have to thank me for anything, love."
Before you can retort, he turns to you. "Let's get some breakfast in ya. How do you like your eggs?"
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months
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Be Quiet For Me » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky spends the night and Y/N sneaks into the guest room.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (Y/N is in her early 20s), dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, metal arm kink, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, choking, degrading, Bucky’s dog tags, name calling (slut), pet names (doll, babydoll)
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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You were walking back to your bedroom from the kitchen when you seen light peaking through the door to the guest bedroom that Bucky is staying in. You grinned to yourself as a lightbulb went off in your head. You quietly opened the door more and stepped in the room, closing the door and locking it behind you. You seen Bucky laying on the bed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscular body.
“Well hello there, Mr. Barnes.” You say, biting your bottom lip and admiring his body.
Bucky looked up and seen you standing in front of the door.
“What are you doing in here, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bucky asks.
“I’m big girl now. I’m allowed to stay up late.” You say, approaching the bed.
Bucky watched your every movement when you crawled onto the bed. You placed your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Your fingertips traced the lines of his abs. “I want you.” You say seductively.
“Y/N…” Bucky breathes, loving the feeling of your touch. “You’re my best friend’s daughter.” He says.
“Just because I’m your best friend’s daughter doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun.” You say, rubbing your hands along his muscular chest.
Bucky took a deep breath. It took everything in him not to give in and fuck you into the mattress. You placed your hands firmly on his chest and started moving your hips against his.
“Oh come on, Mr. Barnes.” You playfully pouted. “Don’t you want to have some fun?” You asked, batting your eyelashes innocently.
Bucky hands gripped your hips to get you to stop moving. You leaned down, your lips near his ear.
“I wonder what your big fat cock would feel like in my tight little pussy.” You whisper in his ear.
You were testing him. Bucky’s breath got heavier.
“I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with your metal fingers.” You whispered, rubbing your fingertips along his metal arm.
“Stop it.” Bucky says, his grip tightening on your hips.
You gasped when you felt his bulge poking your clothed pussy.
“You’re so hard, Mr. Barnes.” You grind yourself against his bulge. “I know you want to fuck me. Just do it. Fuck me, daddy.” You say.
Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped the two of you over so your back was on the bed, smashing his lips on yours.
“Oh I’ll fuck you alright, doll.” He practically growls.
Bucky sat back on his knees, his metal hand grabbing onto the neckline of your tank top and ripped it off of your body causing you to gasp in surprise. He leaned down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind.
“Oh my god!” You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his metal hand against your breast.
Bucky chuckled at your reaction. He lightly rolled your nipple in between his metal thumb and index finger. You gasped loudly when his metal fingers pinched your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. Both of his hands went down to your sleep shorts and pulled them down your legs, exposing your wet lacy panties to him. His fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit through your panties causing you to buck your hips against his hand, only for you to receive a smack on your inner thigh.
“None of that.” He says.
Bucky kissed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down your legs.
“These are mine now.” Bucky says with a smirk and put them in the pocket of his sweatpants.
Bucky spread your legs wider and laid on his stomach in between them. You shivered when you felt his breath against your wet cunt.
“I have one rule for you.” He swipes two of his metal fingers through your wetness. “Be quiet for me. Can you do that, babydoll?” He asks.
“Mhmm yes, daddy.” You hummed.
“Good girl.” He praises.
He placed kisses along your inner thighs, making his way up to your wet pussy. His tongue licked in between your wet folds causing you to moan.
“What did I just say?” Bucky asks.
“Be quiet.” You say.
“Then fucking be quiet.” He says.
“Yes, daddy.” You say submissively.
Bucky’s tongue circled around your clit a few times before he latched his lips on it and started to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands flew down to his hair, tugging on his hair. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.
“Fuck. You taste as sweet as I thought you would.” Bucky moans against your cunt, sending vibrations against your pussy.
The stubble of his beard scratched the skin of your inner thighs in a way you love so much.
“You said you’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked with my metal fingers? I’m gonna give you just that.” He says.
Without waiting, his metal index and middle fingers slid past your entrance causing you to arch your back off of the bed in pleasure. You rolled your hips against his face, but Bucky placed his right arm across your stomach to keep you from moving.
“Stay still and let me enjoy your sweetness.” He says.
Bucky moved his fingers faster, hitting that one spot inside of you that made you want to scream in pleasure. You just let out a whimper every time his fingers hit that spot.
“Is that your little spot, babydoll?” Bucky asks, looking up at you.
“Mhmm!” You whimpered, nodding your head yes.
Bucky took that as a sign to move his fingers faster. He flattened his tongue against your cunt, wiggling it in between your folds. The sensation made you close your legs around his head. Bucky chuckled at your reaction and opened your legs back up. Your cunt clenched around his metal fingers. Your orgasm was building up to the point that it felt like you were going to burst. Bucky sensed it when he noticed your breathing got heavier.
“Gonna cum, doll?” He asks with a smirk.
You whimpered and nodded your head yes.
“Give it to me, babydoll. Soak my face.” He says.
His movements with his tongue and fingers quickened to help you chase your high. Your grip on his hair tightened. You threw your head back, his name leaving your lips as you soaked your face. Bucky’s movements came to a halt. You laid there panting as he lifted himself up from in between your legs and hovered over you, his dog tags dangling over your face. His face and stubble were wet with your cum. You grabbed the chain of his dog tags, pulling him closer to you and kissed him hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips. Your hand blindly found his bulge and massaged his hard cock through his sweatpants.
“I want to suck your cock, daddy.” You say against his lips.
“Fuck.” Bucky groans.
He got off the bed to take his sweatpants off, his hard cock hitting his stomach. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Bucky got back on the bed, laying down next to you with his back against the headboard.
“Go ahead, doll.” He motions towards his cock. “Suck daddy’s cock.” He says.
You didn’t need to be told twice. You sat up and leaned down towards his cock. You wrapped your hand around it, swiping your thumb over his tip and using his precum as a lubricant to move your hand up and down.
“Fuck.” Bucky moans, tilting his head back against the headboard.
You wrapped your lips around his tip, lightly sucking on it.
“Mmm.” You hummed around his tip. “You taste good, daddy.” You say, looking up at him innocently.
You wrapped your lips around his cock and started to bob your head up and down. Your hand jerked off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Bucky’s jaw dropped, pants and inaudible moans left his lips. Bucky’s right hand grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head down further on his cock. You placed both of your hands on his thighs. You gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat causing your eyes to water.
“Relax your throat, babydoll.” Bucky says soothingly.
You tried your best to relax your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks every time his tip hit the back of your throat. You lifted one of your hands to his balls, lightly massaging them and caught Bucky by surprise.
“Holy shit!” Bucky moans.
He quickly put his metal hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. You were pleased with his reaction and continued to massage his balls with your fingers.
“Fuck!” He moans into his metal hand. “Don’t stop!” He says panting.
It took everything in Bucky not to blow his load right then and there. He wants to enjoy the feeling of your mouth for as long as he can. He kept his hand on the back of your head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moaned into his hand.
He thrusted up into your mouth, making you gag a little. His orgasm came closer and closer until you felt him cum in your mouth, a little bit rolled down your chin. You took your mouth off his cock and wiped his cum off your chin, licking it off your finger while maintaining eye contact.
“I need to feel you now.” Bucky says.
You squealed in surprise when he pinned you to the bed. He spread your legs, getting in between them. He rubbed his cock through your wetness before lining his tip up with your entrance. His tip alone stretched your pussy. He sinks his cock inside of you inch by inch. Your jaw dropped. Bucky is the biggest you’ve ever had.
“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, tilting his head back.
Once he was deep inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust. You nodded your head, giving him permission to start thrusting. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you all at once.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned, trying your best not to be loud.
Bucky’s metal hand slid up your stomach and in between your breasts, wrapping around your throat and squeezed lightly.
“Such a little slut.” Bucky says.
“Your slut!” You moaned.
“That’s right, babydoll.” He pulled you up so your face was inches away from his. “You’re my little slut. You’re mine now.” He practically growls.
His thrusts got more rough. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His tip hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly. You wrapped your hand around his metal wrist and squeezed it every time he hit that spot.
“Who would’ve known that Captain America’s daughter is a little slut for his best friend.” Bucky whispers in your ear with a small chuckle.
You whimpered in response. You slid your hand down to your clit and started to rub it in fast circles. Bucky noticed and smacked your hand away, making you whimper.
“That’s my job, doll.” He says, his metal hand applying a little more pressure to your throat.
His fingers on his right hand began to rub fast circles on your clit.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck, daddy!” You moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, babydoll?” He says with a smirk.
“Mhmm!” You moaned.
Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm build up a second time.
“Daddy, I’m— mhmm fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.
“Cum for me, doll.” Bucky whispers in your ear.
His fingers gave your now sensitive clit a particular rough rub to help you chase your high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came harder than the first time. Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy, feeling his orgasm approaching him.
“Oh shit!” Bucky moans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. “I have to pull out.” He pants.
“No!” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back.
“I have to, doll.” He says.
“Cum inside of me!” You tell him.
“You can’t just say shit like that.” Bucky groans.
“Just do it, daddy!” You begged desperately.
Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His metal hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.
“Holy fuck.” Bucky breathes. “That was amazing.” He says.
“Mhmm.” You hummed in agreement.
Bucky’s eyes widened in realization.
“Your dad can’t know about this.” He says, looking at you.
“Don’t worry, daddy. It’ll be our dirty little secret.” You say, kissing his neck.
Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you on top of him causing you to squeal in surprise.
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aikaterini-drag · 5 months
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Night of Sensual Delights
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with your boyfriend, but he has other ideas for enjoying his candy.
Author's note: I hope you enjoy this sweet sinful Halloween delight! 🍭🎃 Show some love if you liked this, in any way you feel comfortable! Hugs and kisses!
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
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October was almost over and James and you decided to do something simple this Halloween just to get into the spirit. You had stocked up on all kinds of candies and planned a Halloween movie night with your boyfriend. With only a candle lit up, you snuggled into the couch, with James tucking you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You cradled a bowl of candy in your arms, remote in the other hand and pressed play.
The movie of the night was a classic; The Addams Family.
Bucky hadn’t seen this one and was exited to find more about the films he had missed during his life as the winter soldier. As the movie started playing, you both watched and munched on the snacks. You laughed quietly at his reactions. He appeared unused to that kind of movies. At some point, he tensed up during a spooky scene and clutched you tight.
You grinned. "What’s wrong, oh, big, strong super soldier?"
He chuckled. “The transition was sudden.”
"Don't worry, Sergeant Barnes, I'll protect you from everything."
He took a popcorn from the bowl and tossed it at you. “You are such a teaser.”
“Hey!” You laughed and tossed another piece of popcorn at him. “Watch the movie!”
“You threw popcorn at me.”
“Well, you started it.” You gasped when he gently pinched your ass through you pajama pants. “You are doing it again!”
“What?” He lifted her against him, now both his palms pinching you bum.
“Barnes stop— ouch!”
“Liar,” he tapped your bottom. “I’m barely squeezing.”
You chuckled. “Well stop teasing my ass and watch the movie.”
“I’d rather watch you”, he drawled, his deep blue eyes gazing at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You are such a flirt.”
“Only with you.”
“Shut up, and have some chocolate,” you said sweetly, pressing a the sweet piece to his mouth.
He consumed it and in a sudden move, he flipped you over, your back colliding with the couch, him pressing between your legs. “I’d rather have something even sweeter.”
You gasped at the feel of him against your core. “What is it you want exactly?”
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “Want to have you for Halloween. Want my sweet girl and her pretty little pussy. Will you give it to me, sweets?”
“Hmm… as if you have to ask…” you said in between wet kisses. “More, please… James…”
“I know baby, I’ve got you.”
And with that, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at the Halloween pajamas, dragging at your underwear till there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. He grasped your knees and steered them wide apart, leaning down to enjoy the view. Creamy thighs, and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for attention.
He licked his lips and with a low growl, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. You threw your head back and threaded your hands through his hair, grinding your pussy against his face. He moaned his approval and thrust two warm fingers inside you, while teasing your clit with the metal one.
A few more thrusts and you keened, shook, and came apart with long-drawn moans. He didn’t stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, causing a series of less intense orgasms to rock through you. With a victorious grin, he left one last kiss on your pussy lips and cupped your face.
“My pretty pussy has the sweetest taste. Better than any candy.”
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to slip down his pants along with his boxers. He cooperated and tossed everything off and pressed his hot, raging hard body against you.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and tapped it on your pussy lips. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
Cupping under your knees, he spread your legs and thrust forward, watching as you small slit was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. You always did. He was so big and thick, yet you both fit perfectly together.
After a few seconds, he puked back, his dick flushing with your arousal and slammed back in. You saw stars. He slowly did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt. He drew back till all his length was out, the pushed in, his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
And then he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul.
Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and floated higher and higher. You shut your eyes tightly and came undone, your walls clenching hard around him. He followed almost immediately, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your thighs.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard cock lodged deep within you. He kissed your lips and swallowed back your moans of pleasure, sucking your nipples and cupping your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body full and spent.
“We should watch the rest of the movie now,” he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. “We missed most of it.”
He kissed her head with a grin. “Are you complaining?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“I think I’m gonna love celebrating Halloween.”
Grinning, you looked at him. “When did you turn into such a sex monster?”
“When you started making me feel alive again. You did that, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead and added, “Now watch the movie while I enjoy my Halloween treats.”
“What—” you didn’t manage to let out another word and moaned instead when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed breasts.
“James—”
“The movie, darling,” he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
“One day, your stamina will be the end of me,” you groaned as he moved against you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. He ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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imperihoe-writes · 5 months
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The Captains Weakness
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Captain John Price / fem!Reader
Summary:   You love to see Price come undone, but the Captain knows how to push your buttons right back.
Content:   soldier girlfriend, cock worship & deep-throating, needy Price, oral sex, dominance switch, mild spanking, dirty talk, protected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names
Word Count:   3.8k
Notes: I had a revelation last night: there is not enough Price smut in my masterlist. I decided to fix that. Completely self indulgent from start to finish - heed the tags and enjoy!
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You‘d never been able to pinpoint what exactly it was that made fucking John Price so god damn special. 
Every time the Captain threw you a look across the room, one full of heat and darkness, tingles started erupting all over your body. Sometimes he‘d leave you pining and aching for hours, days even if your schedules didn‘t match up. 
You‘d been with other men before of course, and you‘d had good sex. Great sex. Sex that made you check your phone constantly in hopes of a new steamy text message from your lover. But never quite like this. Never as addicting, as all-consuming and brilliant as it was with Price. 
It had taken you years and liquid courage to shoot your shot with him, unwilling to endure base gossip about how you‘d earned your rank. No man, not even one as thigh clenchingly attractive as the Captain, was worth risking your career and status over. But now that he had taken over the TF141 and you‘d been promoted to Sergeant Major in your own squad all through sheer grit and skill - well. The hunt was on. 
And judging by how easy it had been to wrap him around your pinky finger, John Price had been waiting for the right opportunity as well. 
The memory of your first kiss with him still sent shivers down your spine, the way he‘d grabbed your ass and licked into your mouth in the middle of a strategy tent you‘d stumbled into together. There had still been desert dust on his hat, and the hard outline of his dick had pressed against your stomach with every step he pushed you backwards and towards the emergency bunks.
One heavy hand settles on your upper thigh, squeezing it in warning as you squirm a little on John‘s lap at the memory. He‘s still reading through Gaz‘s report about the latest mission, with you playing on your phone as he works way too long as per usual.
Sighing impatiently, you twist around and kiss his cheek with a pout. 
"How much longer?"
Price quirks an eyebrow at your whiny tone, then sucks in a breath when your mouth trails lower and towards his neck, where you press a few open-mouthed kisses as well.
"Darlin'," he begins, but then exhales again as a whole body shudder goes through him. You‘re sucking the soft skin of his neck gently, the first stubble of his beard brushing against your cheek and lips as you do. 
You‘d never been able to pinpoint what exactly it was - but four months into the tangle of feelings and sex, you finally figured it out. 
What made it so special were his reactions. 
How he loses composure underneath your touch, how the dominant Captain turned into a needy mess given enough attention. The way his neck and chest flush as you slide off his lap and in between his thick thighs, how glassy his piercing blue eyes have become already.
No man had ever allowed himself to be so vulnerable and open around you, always keeping quiet or playing tough in bed. But not John. 
He stares down at you now, kneeling in the Captain‘s quarters and tugging his compression top up impatiently until he gets the hint and yanks it off in two jerky motions. 
He‘s so thick everywhere, shoulders and arms relaxed because he knows you‘ll take good care of him. His abdomen is firm, with little of the definition that young recruits always chase after. Just pure muscle under a thin layer of fat, solid and so fucking sexy.
You kiss your way down his happy trail, the dark hair fine and neat as it disappears into the waistband of his joggers. When your tongue darts out to lick the warm skin there, he groans and leans back, caging you further as he slides down the chair a little. 
"You feelin‘ impatient, doll?" He rasps, tangling one hand in your hair and you grin up at him as you tug the soft fabric all the way down his thighs and calves. 
Another thing to love about Price: once he‘s off the clock and showered, underwear is optional. And today must have been your lucky day, because his equally thick and proportionate cock is just there, as flushed as he is. 
You lick your lips and lean in closer, his hand tightening and then loosening again, like he can‘t decide if he wants to tug you closer or drag this scenario out. 
The thing is, it‘s not his decision to make. His first shudder had been his doom, because wether he knows it or not, drawing those delicious reactions out of him is what you live for, what you crave every day. Smoothing your hands up his thighs, he squirms in his leather chair, trying to push himself more firmly into your touch. 
John hisses when your fingers skim past his cock once, twice, and then you wrap only your fingertips over his head, spreading the little amount of fluid there all over him. 
"Oh, fuck," he groans. He‘s watching you play with him, his dick hardening further and further under the featherlight touch and your gaze. John looks wrecked already, and you haven‘t even started. You wonder what his boys would say if they could see him now, wonder if he would beg all pretty if you took it slow enough.
Thing is, you really are an impatient little thing.
So you shoot him a grin that‘s probably all kinds of predatory judging by the hunger you feel and the hazy expression on his face, and then lick a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the tip.
His skin is so soft and warm, and his taste has your eyes rolling back for a moment as you lap up his precum. 
Thick fingers finally tighten, and the sensation is so fucking nice your thighs clench on instinct. You love it when he pulls your hair, when he‘s a little rougher as he loses himself in sex with you. And some days the dominant Captain does slip through, but it‘s always just a matter of twisting your hips the right way or clenching around him to make him forget that razor-sharp focus again. 
You wrap your right hand around him more firmly, the left one stroking the small amount of skin from his thigh that you can reach, considering how closely you‘re pressed to him. The fine hair feels smooth as you trace patterns into his skin, then pump his cock a couple of times, just watching.
He‘s so pretty everywhere. John‘s hips push up into your grasp, fucking your hand. It makes you grin, and stroke harder, eliciting another groan and tensing of abdominal muscles from him.
When you glance up into his blue eyes, he‘s already watching of course, flush spread all over his chest and teeth buried in his lower lip as you twist your wrist just how he likes.
The temptation is too great to make him wait any longer, so you dart out your tongue and lick his frenulum and head with little kitten licks, catching more of the salty-sweet fluid. 
His other hand joins the first at the back of your head, gently pulling you closer, trying to get more of your mouth on him and you‘re happy to comply. 
That‘s another thing about John: with him, you love giving head. What had previously been an annoyance at worst and nice gesture at best has morphed into one of your favorite positions during sex. The amount of power is dizzying as you wrap your lips around him completely, then suck him into your mouth.
He hisses again, head thrown back against the chair. John is borderline too long for you, his thickness already stretching out your cheeks. You try to be careful with your teeth, but it‘s hard when there is this much to work with. The Captain never seems to mind, happy about whatever pace you set and however deep you want to take him - the most delicious little grunts leaving his throat whenever you suck and stroke all at once.
He‘s so big and pulsing on your tongue, and you know it won‘t be long until you‘re drooling all over his lap just like he loves. 
John involuntarily jerks up into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around him, muttering a breathless apology and then groaning softly when you press further into him, sucking him down greedily. 
Remembering to breathe is always the hardest part, especially because of the fact that you don‘t want to take a break. It‘s almost become a personal little game for you to see how fast you can make him come, what pressure and suction makes John see stars. He‘s definitely caught onto your intentions over the last few months, but considering that it involves him getting the best head of his life regularly, he can‘t exactly complain now, can he?
"Look at me," the Captain murmurs, and your eyes fly open and up, meeting the dilated pupils that seem to devour you. "So pretty on your knees for me, doll."
The praise makes you shift where you‘re kneeling, thighs clenching a little. You‘re only wearing biker shorts and one of his t-shirts, but the soft material of both denies you any friction. He knows this, and the lopsided smirk makes him look dangerous, even as flustered as he is. 
No, that won‘t do. Still keeping eye contact, you lower your head further down, going past your usual stopping point and fighting against the gag that wants to travel up your throat.
John‘s eyes widen, fingers releasing your head so that you can pull back when you need to - but then the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and he‘s groaning and cursing and you swallow around him. Tears are prickling the corner of your eyes, but fuck, it feels good. You let him slide out most of the way, pumping his length and breathing through your nose and then take him deep again and again, sometimes choking a little but not caring about any noise you might make. 
John is gripping his knees on either side of your body, and with each swipe of your tongue, each deep stroke and swallow around him, he tenses more.
"Baby, fuck, wait-" he stammers, eyes screwed shut and panting. You release him from your mouth, pouting a little at the disruption. Your chest heaves though, and you draw in deep breaths as he leans forward.
His thick bulk towers over you, and you crane your head so that you can keep looking him in the eyes.
One massive, scarred hand wraps around your sore throat gently, stroking the underside of it. Your eyes flutter shut as John trails that same hand up your spit-wet chin, rubbing your combined slick over your lower lip.
You suck his thumb into your mouth on instinct, and he groans.
"You're that desperate for my cock, yeah? Can‘t keep that greedy little mouth off of me until I finish work, baby?" 
His voice is little more than a growl as his unoccupied hand wipes away the tears that had slipped from your eyes, before tangling in your hair again to keep your neck nice and exposed.
His thighs clench around you when your teeth bury into the calloused skin of his finger, and truthfully he‘s the only thing keeping you upright. The darkness in his tone, the one that borders on possessiveness, combined with his reactions makes you weak. 
You‘re torn between wanting to beg him for his dick and the desire to taste his load, to feel him release inside your mouth. Good thing he still has control over your mouth, or you‘d probably have given in. 
All that escapes you is a high-pitched whine when he pulls your hair again, then slides his fingers out and replaces them with his mouth.
The kiss is deep and messy and he completely takes over as you push your covered chest against his crotch. He groans and so do you as his hands find your ass and start to knead it roughly, the generous handful one of his favorite things to play with. 
It‘s only when he releases your mouth for a moment to kiss your neck and suck into the junction of your shoulder that you finally find your voice again. You want to order him to sit back and relax, want to be his good girl and make him squirm. But then his teeth sink into your skin and his hands grip you just right and all you manage is a string of please.
One of the sexiest things about John Price is the brute strength he possesses. The way he can simply flex his upper body and brace his legs just so, and then haul you up and into his arms for another kiss. He stands up in one fluid motion, then steps out of his long-forgotten joggers.
You‘re limp in his arms, and let him set you down by the desk - he‘s turned you around and you‘re bending forward before his hand has the chance to guide you. John rubs soothing circles in your tense lower back and you melt. 
It‘s a good thing his desk is so solid, because your knees are weak from kneeling so long - and then the massive form of his body is pressed against yours from behind, thick cock resting on your ass as he kisses your flushed cheek.
"You good, doll?" He murmurs with a glint in his eye, taking in your panting form as you make a mess of all his meticulously arranged documents. You push yourself back into him in answer, and the friction of your biker shorts on his dick is delicious. 
"Yes, please John," you whine, throwing him a glare over your shoulder when he simply kisses your flushed cheek again. Your hair is sprawled out like a halo, and he‘d have believed it if someone had told him that you were a fallen angel. Not that he‘d ever let anyone see you like this.
"Please what?" He whispers in your ear, gripping your hips and pulling them into his crotch roughly. You‘re jerked around on the table a little, and the teasing pressure and promise for more to come is enough to shatter your last resolve to be the only one seducing tonight.
"Please daddy," you whisper back, face burning. He‘d discovered that particular kink only a few weeks ago, and had exploited it ever since. 
"That’s right, baby," he praises you, and then he‘s gone, kneeling behind you as he tugs your shorts down. You faintly wonder how the fuck he‘d managed to take control of the situation like this, and resolve that you won‘t be as nice and listen to his little begging next time. You‘d been on a mission after all and-
"Oh, fuck!“ You yelp as his hot mouth is suddenly on you, your bent-over position enough to expose your soft pussy to him. 
The sounds he makes while slurping up your juices are obscene, borderline filthy. You hadn‘t realized just how wet you‘d become from sucking him off, but John groaned appreciatively and then almost immediately pushes two fingers into you at once.
You press yourself against the solid desk top, breasts flat against the reports and folders as your knees buckle under the deep penetration. The Captain knows what makes you tick, how to crook his fingers just right to massage your spongy insides and the wet sounds just add to the mix.
Other women might be embarrassed by that, but with him, you never felt any shame. Quite the opposite in fact, since you knew that John took the juices running down his fingers as the sign of a job well done.
When you pushed back into him over and over again with jerky motions, one broad hand settled over your asscheek in warning. A tingle ran up your spine from the point of contact, and you knew, just knew that he wanted you to stay still but you needed more more more-
The sharp sting of his palm against your bottom made you yelp and then push back against him again, as John rubbed the spot with his fingers. He must have felt you clench around him, judging by the growl he let out before another slap hit the same spot.
"Stay still and then I‘ll let you come," he warned. "Understood?"
"Y-yes, daddy," you whimpered, hiding your face in your forearm in mortification at the way your body reacted to him so desperately. 
"Thank you, princess."
You‘d had one other boyfriend before John that had been into degradation and name-calling… the only difference being that something about your dynamic with him had always left you feeling off-balance and cheap once it was over. But with the Captain? It was nothing like that.
He never made you feel less-than for having an appetite, and the soft nicknames combined with the rough fucking he was capable of made your insides clench every time, protected. 
John withdrew his fingers slowly, then pressed his face into your pussy from behind again, groaning as he pushed his tongue into you. You let out a tiny shriek at the sensation, clutching the edge of the desk as the same two fingers began circling your clit further down, with him thrusting into and sucking at your entrance. 
It was over before you could properly process it. The coil in your lower stomach suddenly sprung free, and shocks of pleasure gave you goosebumps with every drag of his fingertips over the most sensitive parts of your body.
You convulsed around him, quiet as you came with your mouth open and legs shaking.
John didn‘t give you much time to recover, quickly standing and slotting himself against you once more, with the very big difference that you were now exposed, open and ready for him. He rummaged in one of his desk drawers, then pulled out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his thick length. 
His massive hands stroked up your back and under your t-shirt, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples gently. He groaned at the same time as you whined, and when you felt his head nudge your entrance clumsily, you pushed back against him with more force than you‘d believed possible in your fucked-out state.
The stretch was intense, even with his prep, but John knew you loved this part the best. His breathing hitched as he bent over you properly, steadying himself next to your hips with one hand, as the other continued to play with your nipples.
"Yes, just like that, so good," you babbled, trying to get him to go deep fast. "Please-"
The Captain chuckled, pinched your nipple in another warning and then slammed himself all the way in. He was so thick and long, it made your eyes roll back and a steady small whine was punched out of you with each sharp thrust of his hips.
John groaned, and you felt his stomach flex against your ass as he set a quick, deep pace. Your hands tried to find purchase on the desk, to push yourself against him even harder - your orgasm had made you painfully sensitive, your clit throbbing with renewed want. The slap of skin against skin was loud in the room, and you were infinitely glad for his high rank. There was no one around to hear how you came undone for each other. 
The hand on your breast jerked and flexed irregularly, massaging and squeezing as John lost himself in his rhythm. One glance over your shoulder revealed his flushed face, how his eyes were screwed shut and teeth buried in his lower lip. 
You snuck your hand down between the solid wood and your stomach, finding your soaked clit. But what fascinated you even more was going lower, to the point where John was drilling into, where he stretched you so impossibly wide. He hissed as your fingers traced over your entrance and along the root of his cock. 
Your face was pushed onto the desk along with your shoulder from the awkward angle, but you didn‘t care. It was all worth it, just for the chance of feeling Price‘s composure slip. He grunted in the back of his throat as you hastily withdrew your fingers and rubbed your clit in jerky motions instead, both of his hands finding your hips now.
"Greedy," he panted, then pushed forward again. "I already gave you one, darlin'. So desperate for another, hm?" 
You only nodded in response, and he let it slide, too lost in the contractions of your pussy around his cock. He was reliable like that.
"Better hurry up then, because I‘m not slowing down for you."
The growl made you clench, the dark promise that he absolutely would leave you hanging limply over his desk curling your toes. You pushed back against him, tried to free your arm enough from underneath you to give yourself more space to masturbate and the desperation in your movements made John chuckle. 
But as confident as he was, you still saw all his tell-tale signs. The way his fingers twitched, how he couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, the glassy expression. He was absolutely whipped for you, and if you asked nice enough, he‘d probably eat you out again later. 
But the game was too much fun to give up, so you redoubled your efforts, the sensitivity ramped up to the max. It only took him a couple more thrusts that left him almost all the way withdrawn and then up close to your cervix again. You shook and moaned around him, and then came so violently that you had to stop the stimulation before it overwhelmed your senses.
There was a ringing in your ears, your breath coming rapidly through your nose as you finally shut your eyes and twisted your head away from his gaze, legs shaking. The Captain groaned and hissed a few times, motions losing fluidity and then he jerked down into you once, twice. 
His heavy body pressed yours against the wood, but you didn‘t mind, as it also kept you in place. His breathing was harsh against your sweaty neck, hands holding you firm as he experimentally pushed in and out once more, even as he gradually softened.
"Fuck, that was good," you grinned eventually, boneless and satisfied. John buried his face into the side of your neck, acting like he was simply enjoying the moment but really just hiding his cocky grin.
"Yeah?" He rumbled, and you lifted one hand over your shoulder to bury your fingers in his hair. 
"Much more fun than all your paperwork."
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Gahd damn, this ran away from me… and made me incredibly horny. Such is life. I hope y‘all enjoyed this other side of Price - I just love to see big scary men become a needy mess 🙌🏻😔
Have a great Sunday everybody!! - A✨
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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife # 8- Drama Queen
Joel Miller x F!Reader
Can be read with others in series or alone
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Warnings: allusions to sex, mostly fluff and comedy
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Its been a pretty quiet evening, and with you home, thats saying something. Joel's minding his business watching Tv when you come plopping down next to him on the couch. He doesn't acknowledge you.
So you scoot over and sigh heavily. Still No reaction from the male.
You feint a yawn and snuggle your head on his shoulder. He smiles a little, but doesn't look at you. You rub affectionately like a kitten.
Nothing.
Take the hint, you stupid hunk.
Your pretty manicured hand creeps on his thigh, stroking up and down senually with delicate fingertips.
He knows where this is going, but he won't entertain you. He coughs a little, bored, and continues scrolling channels. Wants to see how far you'll go to get what you want.
As if on cue, you persist. Wrapping your arm over his broad shoulders, hitching your knee awkwardly on his thigh despite the baby in your belly squirming at the uncomfortable angle. You playfully boop his nose, giggling like a flirt. He purses his lips, but nothing else.
You stare at his profile, that unique Joel Miller look of concentration. Handsome and stoic—that little shithead.
You're teasingly rubbing your fingers through his scruff, twisting gently as a massage.
You bring your lips and kiss him kindly on the cheek. Something sweet. Innocent. Then again, but a little longer. Then some more, peppered down his jaw, along his pulse. Heated and wetter. Growing more needy and nipping his ear, making little happy moans as your hand continues to wander over his legs, tip toeing to his crotch.
Joel sighs, finally looking at you. "There a reason you're trying to get me turned on, ma'am?"
"Mmm," you hum, biting your lip and staring his plump ones. You crawl closer, breasts smashed against his bicep as you lick your lips, tongue peaking out with lusty eyes trying to put him under your best charm. Yesyesyes give it to me, Fucker!
Yeah. He knew exactly this is where this was going.
"I want a Big—" you kiss his nose "—Messy—" teeth nip at his lower lip "—Hot—" you peck him teasingly, sucking his flesh in your mouth so he knows you mean business. Then you stare down at him with your serious eyes, foreheads pressing,
"—Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy Milkshake with extra Rainbow Sprinkles from Clyde's Creamery."
He cracks a warm smile, cupping your jaw and parting your lips with his thumb. You suck it into your mouth, hoping to please him. Just as hes about to kiss you, he leans in and says, "No. Its 11pm. Bedtime."
You get off his lap with a cold shoulder and a scoff, proceeding to ignore him for the rest of the night.
Hes evens surprised when you go to bed still silent, facing away from him without a kiss goodnight when you turn off your lamp.
Until it's 2am when he's startled awake by the sound of the the front door opening. He's storming downstairs trying not to trip, and haphazardly throwing a shirt on backwards while in his boxers, only to see you with a packed bag, hand dramatically caressing  your bump with fake ass tears down your cheek going outside to the car.
"Where the FUCK are you going??" He asks, rubbing his eyes. Aggravation and rough exhaustion evident in his tone.
"You said you didn't love me, so I'm leaving," you huff. There's no hint of a joke in your words. Genuine pain. Hurt. Quiet and walking away. You dont wait to see his reaction and without another word, you turn to leave.
Hes so whiplashed, wracking his brain trying to remember any time he even remotely could have said something like that and you interpret it—
"I SAID YOU COULDN'T HAVE A HOT FUDGE COOKIE DOUGH CHOCOLATE GOOEY FANTASY MILKSHAKE because it was FUCKING 11PM AND CLOSED! Now get your fat beautiful ass and our baby back in here and dont ever pull this stupid stunt again!"
You scowl at him, preventing any physical reaction of your internal swooning he thinks my ass is pretty. You hold your ground and refuse to move from your position, defiant, in flip flops and a long nightgown on the front porch at 2am.
Joel furrows his brows and closes his eyes, soothing over the wrinkles you've caused to grow on his forehead.  "Fuck. I'll get you one tomorrow morning for breakfast. Okay?"
You smile giddily and skip back inside "Okie!" You step past him drop your shit on the couch, kissing him on the cheek. "Dont forget the extra rainbow sprinkles."
He grunts, glad that it's dark enough in the house you can't see how exhausted and annoyed he is.
"Oh and close the door, Joel! You'll wake the neighbors with your unnecessary shouting bit. Dramatic much?" You scoff, and waddle up the stairs and right to bed like nothing happened.
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Tommy also has access to your ring camera notifications and sees Joel and you out there and the whole conversation, and he's laughing so hard when he watches the playback. He teases grumpy exhausted Joel the next morning, conveniently with a to-go milkshake in his hand at 8am.
"Softy for your girl?"
"Shut up."
"And when you have the baby, then there's gonna be two of her!" Tommy wheezes.
Joel's saggy and wrinkled eyes manage to open wider than ever as that particular horror sets over him.
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GIVE US THE HCS (Pretty please 🥺)
random, fluffy könig headcannons...
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i have plenty of headcannons, but i wanna talk about his routine throughout the day...
könig is too familiar with early mornings from being in the military, to the point where he's forced to become a morning person. he wakes up before five o'clock, usually sitting beside you and caressing your soft cheeks whilst you slumber peacefully, fully relaxed.
könig can't help but chuckle at the sounds of your snoring, how you squirm occasionally when he tickles your forearm.
he's definitely into black coffee, nothing else, nothing added. and despite his bitter, black coffee, he has a huge sweet tooth that is impossible to resist !! bake him a cake and he'll demolish it before midnight...
i believe könig would be a great chef, usually fantastic at making schnitzel and other austrian dishes. he loves your surprised reaction, seeing you eat happily, giggling and wrapping your arms around his waist to grip his stomach, the fat covering the muscles.
könig probably reads the newspaper, rather than the television. i don't think he's into movies (but, for some reason gets hooked onto series’?), with a short attention span, he'd rather read something quickly. he holds the thin, off-white paper in his hands firmly, taking sips of his dark coffee, while you're still fast asleep.
i also believe könig has a slow metabolism (just a random headcannon). growing up bigger than the other kids, and having a sweet tooth led to him getting bullied relentlessly. i think he lets go of the shame and guilt eventually. könig would probably struggle with body dysmorphia, having a warped perception of himself.
könig adores avocado, and loves putting it on whatever; toast, salads, etc... he adores the taste, you may even find him eating some at random times of the day, like a mouse, holding the avocado in his large hands.
at nighttime, könig takes a long, cold shower and spends ages under the lukewarm, slightly cold water. i think he's sensitive to the heat, his skin sensitive, and his body aching when he uses the hot water.
maybe, it's better not to shower with him, he'll either be breathless and sweating, or you'll be shivering... !!
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yawnderu · 6 months
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umm I saw you doing requests so I figured I could ask u something
Bully!miguel x nerdy!femreader
Where Miguel who’s enjoys bullying HIS little nerd,he does it to only satisfied him,he like seeing her cry,to him it the most adorable thing,he like seeing her reactions,but the one thing he won’t let anyone do to his nerd,is make her cry or even try to bully her (which he does the same thing,but not as worse as other would do,or not as worse as he does for others) but for nerdy reader is tried of him,to the point of making sure to not be noticed by him,when she cry’s, her glasses get all wet and fogging,nerdy reader who like to be alone,not being bothered by him,especially if she listening to music in her headphones,mumbling how she hate him,and try to get the headphones back,bully!miguel who’s makes nerdy!reader come to an party with him
Hi love! This is a NSFW twist of your request— If you'd like me to make a SFW version, please let me know!♡
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Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who got into the habit of dragging you into an empty classroom after school simply to berate and point out any flaw he can see, enjoying the way your glasses fog out whenever you cry, somehow making you even more charming in his eyes.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who pushes any thoughs of attraction to you to the back of his mind, hoping he'll eventually get over them.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who finds himself jerking off to the thought of your tear-stained face, wondering how many times he can make you cum before you're crying like that while he fucks you.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who only teased you about your sex life just to get more details on it.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who can't stop himself from growing hard when you confirm you're a virgin, clearly embarrassed about the topic. His fat dick just gets harder when he notices your gaze drifting down to the tent on his pants, yet he doesn't comment on it.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who uses your hand to jerk himself off, hips thrusting into your hand as he leans down, his massive frame resting on your shoulder as he mutters non-sense in Spanish, groaning as he cums into your hand.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who can't cum anymore unless it's you jerking him off.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who has you sitting down on a desk as he stays on his knees, face buried into your pretty cunt as he eats you out like a starved man.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who is pushing 2 of his massive fingers into your cunt as he sucks on your clit, the pretty moans coming out of your mouth just making him harder.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who is now fucking into you slowly after preparing you for almost an hour, holding your hips with surprising gentleness as he looks down at you.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who got to see more of your pretty, tear-stained face as he pulled the 5th orgasm out of you, finally focusing in his pleasure too.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who pulls out last minute when you tell him he can't cum inside, jerking himself off as he cums all over your thighs and tummy.
Bully!Miguel O'Hara, who still has a habit of dragging you into an empty classroom every single day, yet this time he doesn't make you cry by being cruel.
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He Paints a Picture (Price/Reader)
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WARNING: PERIOD BLOOD KINK
You have been warned!
“Wait,” Price narrowed his eyes at you, “why not? Is everything alright?”
You hated to break the news to him. Ever since you’d had to be off your birth control, your periods had returned with a vengeance. You’d always had rough monthlies, but it almost seemed like your body was getting its revenge. The elevator scene from The Shining came to mind as you considered confessing why you’d been dodging Price’s advances. 
Your ex had been so disgusted with you when it was “that week,” that you’d been conditioned to think you had to hide it. Unfortunately for you, that week was also when you were the most sensitive, craving a delicious pounding to relieve the cramps and satisfy your sexual cravings. 
You didn’t think John would be so cruel, but even just imagining a negative reaction from him truly upset you, so you’d evaded his attempts to fondle you for three whole days. He’d dip a finger into the side of your panties, and you’d scoot away, playing dumb. You’d given him so many blowjobs this week that he started to get suspicious. Now, he was asking you flat out why you were denying him his favorite midnight snack: your pussy. 
“We just…can’t,” you shrugged, hoping he would drop it. 
Fat chance. His brow furrowed, growing concerned,
“Love, did I do something wrong? I thought you were enjoying the back rub. Did I hurt you?”
He was so large that, when he pouted, it looked like you were comforting an disgruntled wildebeest in your bedroom. His big, sad eyes and his frowning, bearded face broke your damn heart. You bit the bullet, realizing you couldn’t go one more minute with him thinking this was somehow his fault,
“It’s that week.”
“What week, love? Did I miss an anniversary? I know I’ve been away last week. Maybe I accidentally had the wrong calendar…” he was frantically flipping through his smart watch, confused and distressed. 
“John,” you grabbed his forearm, shaking your head, “my time of the month, you know?”
You could see the realization wash over him, softening his features before returning immediately to confusion,
“And?”
“What do you mean by that?” You didn’t understand what he was asking. 
“So, the painters are in. What about it?” He looked so lost. You decided to be very upfront, the clarity burning in your throat,
“You don’t care that I’m bleeding?”
Still, no reaction. He shrugged, shaking his head,
“Why would I? I mean, if you don’t feel up to it, I’m happy to fetch the hot water bottle and neapolitan out of the fridge,” he grabbed you around your shoulders, “but a bit of blood isn’t going to scare me off, love. In fact, I bet you’re wet and ready for me right now. Hot.”
He kissed your neck, sucking into your skin, licking your throat, and pulling at the flimsy straps of your tank top. He exposed your breasts, and with how high your hormones were, they felt swollen and hypersensitive. As he rubbed them, kissing your nipples and laving his tongue over them, you moaned from the strong tingles he created in your nerves. 
“Are you sure?” You panted, still nervous about his perception. 
“Mm,” he tugged a nipple into his mouth before looking up at you, darkness shrouding his gaze, “very sure. Lay down. I’ll grab a towel.”
He yanked your top off, throwing your clothes on the floor and dipped into the bathroom to grab a towel. He came back with a big beach towel that he’d had for years. Big palm trees swayed against a perfect blue background. You hoped you wouldn’t ruin it. 
Price signaled for you to raise your hips, and he put the cloth underneath you, protecting the bed. Roughly, he stripped you of your bottoms, making you naked when he was still fully clothed. Then, to your horror, he assumed his usual position with his head between his legs, licking his chops like a hungry wolf. 
“John!”
Mid-lick, he looked up at you, frozen in place,
“What?”
You didn’t have a chance to say anything. Keeping his eyes on you, he continued toward his destination, licking and sucking on your folds, ignoring your worried throat noises. 
“You can’t! It’s…it’s gross, right?”
He mumbled, his mouth full of pussy between phrases,
“No, sweet girl, mmph, ‘s good. Gets my blood up. Cock’s gonna be achin’ in a moment.”
You tried to relax, even getting close to coming since you were so sensitive, but as he licked you, your shame became too much. You thought he was just appeasing you,
“John, please. You don’t have to pretend…”
He was on you in a flash. His hand slipped around your neck, crushing your jawbone, forcing you to look at him in the face, snarling at you like a hound,
“Are you really trying to keep this pussy from me? I don’t care if you bleed every day for the rest of your goddamn life. This is my cunt, and I’m starving for it. You know your safe word. Use it!” 
His sudden aggression stunned you. Price waited, patiently, knowing you needed time to think. He was already covered in red smears, his mouth and beard caked in your blood and sparkling with your slick.  
You looked up at him, eyes worried and full of past pains,
“Are you sure?” 
The captain smiled maliciously, 
“Does this feel sure to you?”
Your heart almost stopped when you felt him slap his cock on your thigh, letting you feel the heaviness of his impossibly hard erection. Your face must have worn your shock all over it because he chuckled darkly, obviously feeling vindicated. 
“That’s what I thought, love. Now, can I get back to my mission, or do you need to stop?”
You stared at him for a while, searching for any deception. Finding none, you shook your head, giving him free reign to proceed as he saw fit. 
Price was such a grizzly when he needed to be, roaring to stand his ground, but you knew that, with just one word from you, he’d release you, forfeiting his claim at your whim. You couldn’t believe that he wasn’t repulsed. If anything, he was turned on. 
He ate you like a man possessed, sucking at you and covering his cheeks and lips and nose in red, sticky blood, not giving a shit about the mess. Your thighs were covered. You could feel every bit of effort he put into making you come, and he seemed to be celebrating each and every moment you moaned or jolted your hips up towards his waiting mouth. 
Then, he reached his hand up toward your hole, sinking two of his fingers into you as deep as they would go, massaging your walls in slow circles as he pushed inside. You groaned in a deep, guttural voice, feeling like your whole body was quivering for his touch. Watching as he pulled his hand out to thrust into you again, you saw the dark burgundy fluid that had fallen from your womb. 
Price paid it no mind. He was too busy humping his cock into his other hand to care, readying himself for your shared pleasure. He began fucking you on his hand in earnest, his knuckles hitting that space between, sending shocks of pleasure through your body, the wet, milking sounds echoing in the room with both of your ragged moans. 
“Oh, fuck, love,” he grunted, “you’re damn well flooded.”
He licked his lips, smearing your blood with his tongue. Then, he bent to suck your clit again, groaning as he did, making it vibrate with his low voice. Even when he made you come from his lurid efforts, he didn’t let up. If anything, it made him wilder to see your redness staining his hand. 
Finally, he pulled away from you, and he used his dripping hand to stain his cockhead, lubing himself up for his entry. There was little resistance to him as he pushed forward into you. That was very abnormal for your coupling. He was heavy and thick, and it usually took quite a bit of grinding to reach your warm middle. Not tonight. 
Tonight, his head sank all the way to your womb, pressing against the soft, sensitive flesh like a wet kiss, and he was beside himself,
“Fuuuuuckin’ hell…” he growled, “That’s good. So. Damn. Wet.”
Each word was a struggle, punctuated by his rough thrusts. As he fucked you, you felt your blood and come coating the skin between you, making a mess of your thighs and ass cheeks, dripping down onto the towel and onto his balls and legs. His face was still covered in blood, as were his hands. He was rubbing his hand on his chest, enjoying the slippery feeling over his nipple, taking turns rubbing your breasts as well. Your skin had red streaks all over it, painted like a Pollock. 
He didn’t last long, and just when he was ready to come, he pulled his cock out to explode all over your belly, rubbing his dick on you and smearing your fluids across your skin. 
The aftermath looked like a war zone. He didn’t help you to the shower until he had repeated his sanguine worship twice again, each time more feral, almost animalistic. It was as if it made him hungrier, watching your blood dry sticky and dark on your body. When you finally walked to the bathroom with him, he made you stand with him in front of the mirror, dipping his finger into you like an ink well, painting more lines and shapes across his ruined face and body, eating it, marking himself with your blood.
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I am actually addicted to your drabbles btw you’ve literally turned me into a captain price SLUT.
Anyways, imagine you get back to base from a solo mission and you’re complaining about how sore you are so price offers to give you a massage 😞😞😞 then he starts getting handsy and can’t stop massaging and groping readers boobs and ass and thighs 🥲🥲
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Captain John Price x fem!reader
["Nevermind" Album by Nirvana]
[18+]
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• summary - what the request says but price eats you out too lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.4k • warnings - fem!reader, massaging but make it sensual, oral [f!receiving], price has a sir kink obvs, strong language
i used a gif from six just cause bear is fine asf and i literally want him so bad
and tysm anon i'm glad i'm converting people into price sluts it's such an achievement 🙏
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"I am so fucking sore," you groaned, shuffling into Price's office. "I feel like I just got hit by a fucking train."
Price looks up at you from a stack of paperwork, cigar between his pointer and middle finger as he thumbed through the pages.
"Is that right?" He hummed.
"Yeah," you all but whimpered, rounding his desk until you were standing directly behind him. You draped your body over his, your front pressed to his back, your head resting against his shoulder. "M'sore, Price."
Price placed his cigar in his crystal ashtray and pat your head gently. "Was it a successful mission?"
"Of course it was," you groaned, running your hands down his chest, hugging him. "But I feel like you're dismissing the fact I'm in pain."
Price chuckled. "I'm not dismissing you, love."
"But I need your help." You whined, fingers moving back up to grope along the covered outline of his pecs.
"What do you need from me?" He asked.
"Your hands."
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"That feel better, love?" Price asked.
You grumbled blissfully, face smushed into his bedsheets as he ran his large hands up and down your body, kneading the knots from beneath your skin. You groaned as he worked the stiffness from your shoulders, smoothing the tension from your back and tailbone.
"M'yeah." You mumbled, eyes closed, obsessed with the way Price ran his hands down your bare skin.
Rough and calloused from years in the military, yet his touch was soft. Still, he held a strength and firmness that made you resist the urge to moan as he massaged a particularly taut spot near the base of your spine.
He'd being doing this for just under ten minutes, and you were feeling better already. Body loosening, muscles relaxing. Even Price seemed to be enjoying it; humming contentedly to himself as he watched the way his hands manipulated parts of your body.
Also, the soft sounds you were making. So fucking good. The small whimpers and whines, the breathless mutters of his name, the slightly louder groans you released when he hit a particularly tense knot with his knuckle.
He was struggling to keep focus.
"Jus' need you lower, Price," you breathed, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. "Please."
Price was hesitant. Did you mean your thighs or your c—?
"My arse is sore... and my legs, of course." You added the last bit with a chuckle, and Price couldn't help but smile.
He obliged, of course, and shifted his hands downwards. The glide of his hands on your body was aided by some kind of sweet-smelling oil you unearthed from the depths of your wardrobe. It smelt good, smelt like you, and let Price's hands move effortlessly along your smooth skin.
His hands found your arse, and his eyes flicked up immediately to gage your reaction. He massaged— no he didn't, who was he kidding? He groped— the plush flesh, much to his delight, and yours too apparently, as you let out a soft whine.
"Good?" Price asked, voice a deep grumble.
"Mhm."
He worked the soft skin there for a while, eyes drawn to the way the fat moved beneath the push of his hands, and the sounds that dribbled from your pretty mouth. He was surprised that he didn't have a raging hard on by now.
"S'good, sir." You breathed.
Okay, never mind. He was hard as fuck now.
Sir. You little—
"Yeah? You feel good, love?" He breathed, dragging his hands over the curve of your arse and along your thighs.
He groped and kneaded the soft flesh, drawing as many sounds from you as he could. He pushed and pulled, working the knots from your muscles, making your skin shiny with the sweet-smelling oil. His eyes moved between your legs— pretty and bare, shiny and moving so freely beneath his strong grasp— and your face— pretty, blissed out, lips agape as you whined at him.
"You feel good, love?" Price echoed, working his fingers around the backs of your knees.
"Yeah—" You cut yourself off with a moan as Price pushed particular hard at the top of your thigh, just beneath the curve of your arse.
He smiled to himself. "Yeah?"
"Y-yeah, fucking hell."
"That's usually my line, love." He moved his hands back to your hips and helped you flip onto your back.
You called for him as his hands descended onto your shoulders, massaging your arms and the base of your neck.
"Lower." You muttered.
"Lower?" Price grinned. "How much lower—?"
You grumbled, a wave of arousal settling deep in your core. "My fucking tits, Price, just... Jesus."
His grin widened. "You sure? I don't—"
"Now is not the time to be a gentleman," you hissed, grabbing his wrists and placing his hands on your breasts. "Just... fuck, do what you were doing before."
"Okay, okay," Price mused. "So impatient."
You didn't reply, a whine caught in your throat as Price grabbed at your tits, massaging gently. His hands were warm and very much welcomed, and you couldn't stop yourself from arching slightly into his grasp. He hummed a laugh, tweaking your nipples, making you bite your lip.
"Sir, please—"
"Such a pretty girl," he mumbled, interrupting you. "So pretty. Beautiful, love. Absolutely stunning. Jus' look at you."
He continued to touch you, groping and massaging your tits and the soft skin around, including down the sides of your ribs and waist, making you squirm, ticklish.
After a good few minutes of his hands on you, you were going fucking feral.
"Need more." You said to him.
"More?" Price quirked a brow. "Tell me."
You just whined, and bucked your hips. He got the point. With a chuckle and a short shake of his head, he moved down his bed until he was kneeling between your spread thighs. He massaged your thighs, too, as he spread them further, eyes catching sight of your bare cunt, slick and drooling for him. For him.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, which you didn't hear. Louder, he said, "Felt that good, my pretty girl?"
You nodded, embarrassment squeezing your gut. You cursed, hiding your face in your hands.
"Don't hide from me," Price said sternly, but his words were still soft. "S'all right. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of my pretty girl."
As you moved your hands away, he placed his mouth on your core. You moaned, loud, as his tongue moved in a swiping motion from your dripping hole to your clit. He laved over the sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth as your thighs enclosed around his head.
"Oh my— fucking— Price—"
He hummed, the vibrations making you choke on a sob. His tongue was hot against you as he placed a few more licks to your clit, before dragging it down your slit, running between your folds before delving deep into your hole. You mewled as he filled you, warm and firm, sucking up your arousal with lewd sounds that made your ears ring. You reached down, fisting his hair, dragging his face closer to your cunt. His nose pressed to your swollen clit, and you keened, back arching off his bedsheets.
Your stomach pulsed, low and heavy with release, and it made your mouth drop open. He had barely had his tongue on you for thirty seconds, and you were already about to—
You were mortified. Price stuffed your sopping cunt with his tongue, mumbling something into you that had the vibrations coaxing your orgasm closer and closer until, with a final firm press of his nose to your clit, you came.
Was it way less than a minute? Quite fucking possibly.
You don't think you've cum that quickly in your life.
Your cunt spasmed and gushed around his tongue, and Price lapped it up happily as you moaned his name and sobbed "sir!" into the warm air of his bedroom. He groaned happily as your thighs tightened, clamping him closer to you. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way he was pushed further into your slick core.
Once your orgasm resided, ebbing like the waves on the shore, he pulled back, face wet.
You cracked your eyes open. He was back to groping your thighs, your arousal literally dripping in pearls down his chin. Your heart fluttered. He had a mischievous glint in his eye.
You groaned. "Don't—"
"That's gotta be some kinda record, eh, love?"
"Fucking hell, Price."
He placed a wet kiss to your inner thigh.
"You're welcome." He joked, a fucked out smile on his face.
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loaksbitch · 1 year
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“tell me you love me” — jake sully (⨳)
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no but like imagine jake sully crying while making love to you?? grammar errors ahead btw
+ warnings - first thing first it’s a smut y’all, idk if it’s detailed but yeah!! jake sully crying during sex?? absolutely my fav. also he’s super whipped for oc ( p in v ) idk what else i’m left with sooo enjoy :P
he’d definitely be the type to burry his face by the curve of your neck just like his cock buried deep in your tight walls.
“feels so good, princess, feels so fuckin’ good” he would whimper while holding your already bruised up hips as he flawlessly snaps his hips to you. “j-jake…” you’d stutter every time he knocks up your gut
jake would pull himself to look at your face as he feels your climax is closer with your walls tightening on his fat cock. “you’re close, fuck pretty girl, you’re so fucking close” he loves to say as he sneaks his hand between your body and rubs your sensitive nub.
watching your reaction close, brows knit he’d feel a course of emotion running through him to make his eyes sting in tears. the man above you doesn’t know why he’s suddenly emotional as he rearranges your gut
tears whelm up in his eyes as he takes your pretty face and let’s a soft almost silent chuckle out when your eyes roll back in pleasure. “princess?” you only raise your eyebrows to let him know you’re listening but a sharp thrust makes you deeply gasp
“look at me, baby” he demands softly watching you struggle to concentrate while he jack hammers you. “hm?” you’d only say before noticing his glossy eyes and cup his cheeks before placing a kiss at the corner of his lips. “ma jake, what’s wrong?”
he’d simply stare at your eyes before shaking his head and murmuring a little ‘nothing’ before pressing a kiss on your forehead between your brows. “tell me you love me” jake says straightening up his self and pulling your hips flush against him
he fully bottoms out and keep himself still while you gasp and connect words to make sense. “i— i love you, i love you, i love you” you’d say again and again. “i love you” jake says it back before starting to move, “i love you so much it hurts, princess”
you feel a tear drop on your bare chest and open your hazy eyes to see jake messed up with tears. “don’t cry,” you pull your man close as he hides himself by the curve of your neck again. you hear him let a small sob out and tell you how much he’s lucky and so in love with you as you do the same.
“cum with me” he’d start to roughly rub circles at your clit making you gasp and jolt before gushing on his cock buried deep in you. “i love you, so good for me, so warm and wet. fuck baby.” he hisses before going flush against your hips and rooting his seed deep inside you
once you both calm down from your high, you let a giggle out and press your forehead. “you’re cute when you cry” you immediately catch your man’s ear flattening. “shut up” he seals your lips with a kiss before cuddling you to sleep.
this is it lol don’t forget to leave a like + comment + reblog ** i love each and everyone of you babies.
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hueareloved · 4 months
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all in
★ pairing: choi soobin x reader
★ summary: it can never just be soft, calm love making when it comes to soobin and you
★ warnings: very soft dom!soobin, sensitive!mc, missionary, size kink i think, soobin is huge, checking in/pausing, mc finishes first, creampie, dirty talk?, soobin calls mc princess n sweetheart, cockwarming?, and there is a very missed opportunity for breeding kink but i got too tired to include it >_>
★ wc: 1,994
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soobin had every intention to have the sweetest, softest sex, to make love with slow, steady thrusts, petting each other’s faces and bodies, and in the midst of your couplings, for you both to tell the other how much you loved each other, maybe even talk about each other’s day. that was what he had planned, at least.
however, soobin somehow never took into account of how big he was until it was time, and just like that, his plan of restraint was foiled as easily as your composure.
you were never quite sure about what to do with your hands when you were in this position: lying down flat with a pillow under your hips, elevating them. your arms were folded over your face. with the twisting of the sheets beneath your sweating back, you writhed and let out a strangled cry with each stroke your boyfriend gave you as he slid into you.
beads of sweat trailed down soobin’s face, neck, and torso. he had this riktus smile on his face, gritting his teeth, and hissing. the pace was slow, manageable, even generous, he’d dare say, but this was too much.
when soobin’s fat, girthy tip kissed your slit, your insides twitching at what was about to happen, you were already shaking horribly, coming undone once he had even pressed a little. this wouldn’t do.
“do we need to stop, sweetheart?” he asked, through his grimace, as if your tight walls weren’t squeezing down on him it was taking his breath from him. your chest fell and rose in shallow, heaping breaths. every now and then, your mouth would get dry and your throat would get hoarse, so you’d start coughing through your long mewls and throaty cries.
wordlessly, you shook your head, but that was not the right thing to do. use your words, that was one of the most important rules.
soobin’s grip on your hip dissolved as did the unhurried pace of his thrusts. you moved your hands away from your face, bleary eyes watching him with confusion, almost pleading. your cheeks were flushed and wet with your tears, chin just the same from your drool. it even drifted down your jaw.
when he pulled out entirely, the gush of fluids made a sound, leaving you cold and empty. an action that somehow emphasized your previous reactions, gasping and softly whimpering. watching everything gush and pucker, he groaned, feeling his heavy dick twitch, standing up at his belly button. he soobin was so big. he was too big, at least for his own good, you’d humor yourself with this thought on occasion. right now, your mind was scattered, unable to stay in one spot, too jumbled from the waves of pleasure and sensations.
he closed the proximity, quickly settling your legs down to lean over you, cradling your face. sweat had taken to his hair, the strands thickening and wet, messy, and like he’d come straight from a grueling session of dance practice.
“you know what to do, princess. i won’t do anything unless you use your words.” his deep voice rumbled. his lean muscle rolled over your soft belly and breasts, pressing against it, fighting his instinct to bury his face in your chest and breathe in your scent. his thumbs wiped the tear tracks and he peppered your face with his intoxicating kisses.
“okay, okay, jeez, soob!” you were giggling in no time, coherent after so long. soobin only sighed to himself internally. “i’m, i’m good. just,” you swallowed hard, trying so hard to salivate. “you’re so big, bin. feel so full i don’t even know what to do with myself. i’m okay. we can keep going.”
he leaned over to chuckle in your neck, catching a quick whiff of how more permeated your smell was. he considered himself a little obsessed with you. soobin gave you another kiss that melted you to your core, silky smooth lips molding against yours. your smaller hands feeling his torso up and he grunted a little.
“you don’t have to do a thing, okay? i’ll take care of you, princess.” that seemed to suffice the time being. soon enough, looking at both your resolves that were reducing as more time went by, soobin was easing himself back in. with your legs over your arms, you kept your fingers busy, gently holding yourself open for him. soobin’s grimace was back, big deep breaths being drawn up. the stretch took a toll on both of you, but obviously, you were the one who was being filled up.
“soobin, ah, soobin!” you cried, shifting your hips and twisting your body. white hot pleasure filled your lower half, clouding your senses. your eyes rolled back. soobin moaned louder and louder with every slight thrust to get further in. “fuck, baby!”
“feels good?” his caring, curved tone almost felt like mock, but you were too far into it, nodding profusely with a sob. “you like the way i fill you up?”
“yes! feels good! feels so full!” your dry, loud wails ripped from your throat in between exhausting breaths. your breasts jiggled, along with your tummy, from how you moved around, even if his strokes were slow and steady. the overwhelming pleasure bound you speechless.
soobin dripped with sweat, and it turned you on so bad it was disgusting. his sweet, bunny disposition was replaced by an intense, grimacing, lustful one. your hand found its way back to your mouth, trying to quell the volume of your beckoning sobs that aligned with each hard stroke that was still an attempt at going slow. soobin growled a little, something warbled and higher pitched, moving your arm away, intertwining your fingers, bringing you down to kiss you.
he was trying his best here to keep his restraint at a very languid pace while you fell apart underneath him. your mouths were parted, lips meeting messily, muffled cries he swallowed up. it hadn’t even been long since you had started. his skin slapped against your own with the resonance of very soft applause parted by succinct sounds of his flesh sliding back and forth from inside you.
“soob, soobin! ‘m coming, i’m coming, oh, fuck, i’m coming!” you mewled out loud, twisting your head with blinding pleasure.
soobin was even being merciful, not pulling all the way out for his big strokes, even his small thrusts hit deep past your gummy walls.
“go ahead and let go for me, sweetheart, whenever you’re ready. you’re so beautiful. i can feel you’re close. you’ve been so good for me, baby. you sweet thing, so overwhelmed from me stuffing you full. i love you so much, darling.” he said so sweetly, hovering over your face, smiling a bunny smile as if he wasn’t buried inside you.
when he pushed his hips a little more, filling you to the hilt, that was when you gasped and arched forward, silent cry lodged in your throat, jaw hung open, your own hips lifting to twitch. soobin pulled off, grimace opening to part his lips with an incoherent groan. your insides fluttered, tightening then loosening arrhythmically.
your high collapsed on you, tearing your resolve completely, his name ripping from your throat. you trembled violently, wailing softly the longer your high progressed until you finished all the way, sinking back into the sheets, boneless.
“that was a big one, wasn’t it, princess? you did so well for me.” he praised with a murmur. you only nodded, eyes heavy and glazed.
soobin looked down at you. his eyes had darkened, shadowed by the sweaty fringes, pupils black. he had slowed down a lot. the creaking of the bed had followed. yours and his heavy breathing filled the air. he bucked his hips experimentally, watching you whimper and twitch with over sensitivity. that formed a smirk that formed an expression of fondness just as quickly as you’d discovered the initial one.
“ahhh, too much~” you whined out like a dog, squeezing your eyes.
eyes wide, he repeated his action, again and again, picking up the pace, bringing his large palms to your breasts, caressing them and rubbing, for some time. your eyes crossed. he slid his hands down your body, on your sides, loving the plush curves, squeezing gently at your waist and hips with careful measure. you clamped down on him, the slide of his veiny dick still stretching you wide open and pressing against your insides made you want to scream. it was a lot for him, too. soon enough, soobin picked up the pace that was faster but not as rough as he definitely could be, lifting your hips to meet him like you were a ragdoll. it made your head spin.
“please come inside!” you managed, your hands fisting the sheets below to keep up with the weight of his thrusts.
“thought you said it was too much, baby?” he teased through gritted teeth. you wailed and shook your head.
“please, bin!” you drooled. “need it there, inside! g-gonna lose it if you leave me twice as empty!” you cried. soobin groaned impossibly louder, hitting into you even deeper, minus the intense speed he so desperately willed himself to not use on you. gentle strokes like these did wonders for you, it seemed.
truthfully, it was just soobin and his massive dick.
you gasped, squeaking almost, noting the signs that he was ready, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight. soobin buried his face in your neck, breathing harshly through his nose and mouth to inhale your scent twice over. he held you tight from your shoulders and sides.
he grunted with every stroke, making you whine out into the air, and then, when it finally happened, he was nestled deep inside when he spilled his warmth deep in you, tip pressed against your cervix, pulsing to release his load. he moaned so loudly, open mouthed and panting so hard, slight whimpers falling against your skin at how you clamped down on him.
for a while, soobin rode out the last of it, bucking his hips every now and then, with the aftershocks. he made sure to rub your sides softly and gently while you did the same with his back, up and down. he lifted his head after some time, hovering above you, so close, to look at you in the eyes. your eyelashes were beaded with drying tears, darkened by the previous tears, that still had your cheeks wet. soobin’s eyes watered the more he looked at you, so full of love. wordlessly, he closed the gap with a kiss that embraced you in every single way you didn’t know you even needed. decadent exchanges were made, so loud on the surface and from your throats, small moans rounding the corners of your spent voices.
he finally pulled off, cupping your face.
“you are so beautiful. you always do so well for me, princess. so lucky to have you. so, so beautiful.” you smiled, reaching to kiss his nose that you love so much.
“you did great, too, soobin. you always know the right things to do and say. you take care of me perfectly, feel so safe and loved with you. i love you so much.” he nearly forgot he was still nestled deep in you, twitching slightly, making you both gasp. you both chuckled.
“i love you more than words could say, sweetheart,” he lack back down, nestling his cheek against your soft breasts, kissing them. “is it okay if we stay like this?” he asked timidly. you laughed, running your hands through his sweaty hair, petting and scratching softly.
“of course, baby. keep me warm all night long?” you asked softly and you could feel his grin stretching where it relaxed on your skin. he gave another peck to your chest.
“of course, princess. you don’t ever have to worry about me not doing that. i’m never letting you go.”
soobin stayed true to his word.
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fallingdownhell · 11 months
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Genshin men react to the 'Do I look fat?' question.
Oh boi.. Good luck to them..
Characters Included: Cyno; Kaeya; Wanderer
Content: gender neutral reader; slight cursing; comfort; but overall good feelings and vibes; insecurities mentioned; Wanderer is a bit of an ass, but he makes up for it (a little bit)
Word count: 1,6k words
Have fun!
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Cyno
You were nervous. Really, really nervous.
What the reason is, you ask?
Well, picture this.. your relationship with the General Mahamatra is relatively new. You have only been dating him for about two months, keeping a low profile in public since the both of you didn't want it to be known quite yet.
You were content with that, but now, suddenly, Cyno told you that he wanted to introduce you to his best friend, Tighnari.
Which, to you, was a big fucking deal!
Obviously, you planned to show the best side of you, wanting to impress and convince his best friend that you weren't with Cyno for any sort of benefits, but that you really liked him and were serious about him.
You were standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom for hours now, trying on every possible outfit at your disposal, yet nothing seemed to satisfy you enough.
There have been a few pieces where you thought they might be okay, but just okay simply wasn't good enough.
Cyno was already done, waiting for you in the living room so you could leave, but you weren't nearly done. A complete bundle of nerves, to be exact.
Now, you finally had an outift on that you were more satisfied with then the others before. You spun around in front of the mirror, looking at yourself from every possible angle, trying to decide wether this was good enough or not. But you soon came to the conclusion that you just couldn't decide for yourself.
You needed a second opinion...
"Cyno?", you called, and from the approaching footsteps, you knew he had heard you.
Soon after, he entered the room, looking at you questioningly.
"Yes, my love? What is it?"
"Do I look fat in this?", you asked, hoping for some kind of positive affirmation that you so desperately needed right now.
Obviously taken aback by the question, Cyno took a few seconds before he hesitantly answered.
"Not really? You look like you usually do, it's fine."
Your expression quickly sank at his answer, and Cyno could immediately tell that this was the wrong answer.
"Babe..", but before he could say anything further, you were yelling at him, shoving him out of the room.
"Get out! I have to change again! I can't wear this!"
You threw the bedroom door closed as soon as he was outside, and for a few moments, Cyno stood there, dumbfounded. He had absolutely no idea what just happened there, but he knew that he said the wrong thing.
"(Name), I'm sorry. You don't need to change out of anything. You look positively breathtaking.", he said through the closed wooden door.
He kept quiet and listened. Judging by the lack of movement coming from inside, he thought his words might have some effect on you.
".... sure?"
"What was that, my love?"
"...Are you sure? I wanna look good when I meet your best friend."
"(Name), I can absolutely assure you that Tighnari is not going to care about what you're wearing. And besides, you look good in anything to me."
He waited for a few more seconds, then the door slowly opened again, revealing you to him, still wearing the same outfit as before.
"Are you really sure about that? One hundred percent?"
"Yes, I am.", he smiled at you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of the bedroom.
"Now, we have to get moving, or we'll be late. And that, I can guarantee you, would piss him off."
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Kaeya
Kaeya has had his fair share of relationships in his time, so he knows that once this question leaves your lips, there are only two possible outcomes for him.
One, you simply ask him this dreaded question because you're bored and just want to see his reaction to it. In which case, he would walk away relatively unscathed, but he still had to be careful to not tick you off.
Or two, you were being absolutely serious and genuine. Which would definitely mean his demise as no matter what he was going to say, you would most likely spin it around in another direction so he would be the blamed party no matter what.
And right now, with the way you were looking at him from your spot, laying on his lap, it seems like the second option was the most likely one.
"Kaeya?", you asked, looking up at him. At the lack of response, you turn onto your stomach, now looking at him intently.
The man in question was still thinking about a possible answer, not wanting to upset you in any way since in his eyes, you were absolutely adorable and beautiful, but that didn't mean that this was what you wanted to hear from him.
However, as he kept silent, you thought this to be his answer, and you started to feel dejected.
"I see..", you say as you start to get up from his lap, which caused Kaeya to pull you back, confused and also in a slight panic.
"Hey, wait. Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"
You scoff at that nickname. "You don't have to lie to me, you know. Your lack of response was loud and clear."
You refuse to look at him as your mood got even more sour the more you thought about it.
"I'm sorry babe, but my silence wasn't for that reason. I was merely trying to find the right words to tell you how beautiful I think you are."
You scoff again, but this time, it's not as snarky as before, and he thinks he can hear a faint glimmer of hope in there.
"...you really mean that?"
"Of course! Would I ever lie to you, darling?"
You finally look at him, even if it was only to shoot him an obvious glare.
He smirks at that. "Okay, okay. But I would never lie to you about something important, I promise you that. And you, (name), are the most important person in this world to me. So, please believe me when I say that you're absolutely perfect."
At that, your cheeks suddenly feel warm as you lay down with him again, the doubts that had previously filled your mind starting to grow weaker and weaker in his presence and thanks to his reassuring words.
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Wanderer
Oh boy, is he not good with relationships. He does not know how to take a hint or how to sugarcoat his words. Even if he means good for you, his words sometimes come out as harsh.
You usually just ignore it, knowing that he's just watching out for you in his own, weird way. But there are days, where you're not able to just brush past his words, especially when they were touching on a subject you were particularly sensitive about.
It wasn't a common occurance for your boyfriend to take you out to eat like today. Usually, the two of you always cook at home, rather enjoying the process and the fun you manage to make during it.
Today however, he said he wanted to treat you for a nice meal out, and how were you to refuse such an invitation. On top of that, you haven't really had a proper meal for the past two days thanks to your workload, so you were absolutely hungry.
You ended up ordering more than you would normally eat, but since you had been neglecting your stomach for quite some time, you were able to eat all of that, no problem.
The Wanderer watched you silently as you were eating, but you could tell that he wanted to say something. It was practically written all over his face.
"What?", you decided to say between bites, curiously looking at him.
He seemed to think for a few seconds before he spoke up. "Don't you think you're eating a bit too much?"
At his question, you stop for a second, swallowing down the bite you had in your mouth.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you should tone it down and not make this a habit. You don't want to gain any more weight, right?"
Suddenly, your appetite was all gone. The food that had been looking so delicious in front of you now made you want to throw up just by looking at it.
"So... you think I'm fat?"
At that question, he looked up again to face you, and as he saw you, he immediately knew he just fucked up.
Big time.
The way you looked so sad at him, so defeated, made him feel like his nonexistant heart just shattered inside him.
"No! That's not... Fuck!"
You just silently nod, pushing the plate in front of you away, falling back against your comfortable chair.
The Wanderer sighed next to you, pulling his chair closer to yours as he pushed the plate back towards you.
"I'm.... sorry. That came out totally wrong. I fucked that up.
No, I don't think you're fat, you're most definitely not. I shouldn't have commented on that."
"Yeah, you shouldn't have."
You agree with him, but the fact that you were responding at all to him, meant that you weren't that mad with him. At most, annoyed. But not utterly mad. That was a good thing.
"Can you forgive me?", he asked as he pushed the plate closer yet again, urging you to continue with your meal.
You rolled your eyes at him as you reluctantly leaned forwards, picking up your utensils again.
"I'll think about it."
That's enough for him. He smiles as he leans back again, continuing to watch you again.
He still has much to learn about this whole relationship and communication thing...
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