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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐨𝐲 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Previous Joel Fics: Mule [5.1K], Atta Girl [10.2K]

Summary: Ellie steals one of Bills magazines and you and Joel decide to see what the fuss is about.

Word Count: 3k

CW: Possible spoilers for episode 3, but I haven’t seen it! Based on the game. Heavily inspired by my bestie @foxilayde. A much lighter fic than the last few, a little bit of dry comedy, a little bit of playful Joel, but also a little bashful. Consumption of porn magazine, companions to lovers(?), p in v sex, fingering. Not proof read.

Tease: “Can feel you squeezin’ me. You gonna c** for me?”

“N-Now Ellie, that ain’t for kids-“

“Woaaah!” Ellie had exclaimed, holding up the magazine rustling in her hand by her fingertips, her arm outstretched to take in the whole double page, “How- How the hell would he even walk around with that thing?!”

That had piqued your interest, eyes snapping up to the rearview mirror. Ellie was giggling, grinning from ear to ear as Joel turned in his seat to snatch the paper emblazoned with PLAYGIRL in red lettering from her hand.

“Would you jus’-“

“Hold your horses!” Ellie had insisted, “I wanna see what all the fuss is about!”

You hadn’t said anything at the time, chuckling at the way Joel’s cheeks flushed as Ellie asked all kinds of inappropriate questions. It was only when she discarded the pornographic magazine on the floor of the truck at the end of her smutty inquisition and fell asleep on the back seat upon Joel’s insistence that you made a note of where she had dropped it in the footwell.

Joel, having stopped to rest, slept in the front seat. His head tilted forwards; a gentle snore indicated he was out cold. With some courage and a little luck, you managed to grab the magazine without waking either of the sleeping duo and exit the truck.

Settling back in the bed of the pickup truck now and minding how uncomfortable it was to lean against the metal, you set a flashlight against the floor, open up the worn pages of the filthy magazine and chew nervously on your lower lip.

Of course, you weren’t to judge Bill for his sexuality. You never had before the outbreak, and there certainly wasn’t any point in being a bigot when the world had ended. In fact, thumbing through each crinkled page, you can’t help but thank Bill for his impressive collection of smutty male pages.

Each page had a collection of pictures and articles on everything from the ‘best sex positions for your zodiac signs’ to ‘average penis size of men around the world’. Clearly photographed in the 80s, based on the moustaches alone, each man photographed in a multitude of poses was muscular, slathered in oil, and donning the tiniest speedos while exhibiting the most prominent bulges beneath the aquablade fabric.

Ellie was right, how do they walk around with those things?

One, in particular, caught your eye; the sunset-orange speedos sat snug against the globes of his ass. The muscles in his back were defined, rippling with each of his poses. They were so clear beneath his golden tan you could probably label each picture like an anatomy textbook. He was pretty, and he made your face warm up.

“That your type?” A gruff, rumbling voice makes your body jolt in shock, inhaling a petrified gasp.

Joel had stepped out of the truck while you were distracted by the glutes and pectorals of the gorgeous male models, catching you off guard as he walked up behind you. He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps straining the sleeves of his denim shirt.

“Mhm- N-No! No, I was just reading about how standard American men have a less-than-average dick length,” you lie smoothly to cover up being caught red-handed, using some of the data you had read a few pages back. “What about yours? Is your moody personality compensating for something?”

“You ain’t funny,” he answers flatly, refusing to rise to your childish jabs as he climbs up into the truck bed with you. You catch a glimpse of the pistol buried in the waistband of his jeans, and your pulse races faster than it had with any of the round bums you’d seen in the pages.

“I’d say I’m hilarious. It’s the trauma of experiencing The End. It builds chara-cter,” you ramble, only stuttering when Joel manages to pry the glossy papers from your hands. His eyes scan over the page with a look of disinterest.

“But outta date, don’t you think?” He grumbles in that grumpy, man-child way he does that always has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He’s pointing at the very 80s-style porn staches.

“Dunno, wouldn’t exactly call your facial hair ‘trendy’,” you scoff, watching him flick to the page titled in bold capitals: EXCITING SEX TRICKS TO TRY!

It’s ridiculous. You’re both grown adults, and it’s not as though the two of you were born during the outbreak. You’d both been through high school, and no doubt had sexual partners before Cordyceps took hold of the world. However, the prospect of talking sex with Joel Miller was mortifying.

You can feel the heat creeping up your throat as his eyes scan the sections of information with such indifference that you’re almost sure that he’s bored. Perhaps he was. It wasn’t as though you had caught him taking some time to himself during your great journey.

Joel is so lost in the writing that you allow yourself a moment to take in the slope of his nose, the slant of his cupid's bow framed by his greying moustache. Beneath his creased, frowning brow, his long lashes surround the deep brown of his eyes as they flick back and forth across the page. He was a handsome man. Was there no one waiting for him back in the Boston QZ? He’d never sa-

“The fuck is guddlin’?” Joel speaks out, shocking you from your thoughts with a start. You blink slowly, probably looking really fucking stupid as you choke on the words stuck in your throat when Joel looks up at you with a quirked brow.

“I-“

“I mean, I know guddlin’ in a fishin’ sense,” he interrupts, pointing to the page and prodding it with the tip of his finger, “Not in a-… Not in this sense, though.”

“Does-… Does it not explain?” You ask him quietly, your mouth suddenly very dry. Joel gives a light shrug, his eyes wandering over the page in search of a definition.

“Oh- Here,” he points out. He takes a second to read, his tanned skin tinged with pink as the words sink in. “Uhm… It’s- Well, it’s-“

Poor Joel looks as though he’s seconds away from an aneurysm attempting to explain the bizarre sex act without actually saying it. You scoff, snatching up the crinkled magazine and reading over the asterisk in small print at the bottom of the information page.

‘To insert one's finger(s) into a woman's vagina to pleasure her digitally while simultaneously having penile-vaginal intercourse with her.’

You pause, your lips parting as you look at Joel with a weak laugh. He’s rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes cast somewhere on the horizon in an attempt to avoid your own. He’s as embarrassed as you are, it seems, clearing his throat with a weak chuckle.

“Well,” he mumbled, eyes flicking to the magazine, “Must’a been good for it to end up in that.”

You nod slowly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you glance down at the black and white print that appears to all blur together in embarrassment. “Mhm.”

You can feel your pulse between your thighs, your skin tingling beneath what you assume is Joel’s gaze. It’s crude, utterly filthy, but you can imagine the stretch, the feeling of his weapon-calloused fingertips coaxing your g-spot as he slowly sinks into you.

Slowly, with trembling hands, you close the magazine with a nervous laugh, discarding it with a half-hearted toss over the edge of the truck bed and onto the roadside. “Stupid shit anyway…”

Your aimless comment is met with silence, and you’re far too humiliated to face the notion of looking at Joel. You imagine he thinks you’re insane, having caught you reading and enjoying this filth.

“… Take it you ain’t tried that before?” Joel’s gruff voice cuts through the sound of the crickets in the surrounding grass, and you can’t help but laugh, simply shaking your head and avoiding his gaze.

A delicate brush of skin against your ankle sparks something raw up your spine. You look at it quickly, seeing Joel’s fingertips tracing the rough circumference of the joint beneath them. Your skin prickles pleasantly, and you look up at your partner- your smuggling partner- through your lashes.

His expression is firm, but his eyes betray his outward calm display. They’re flickering between your lips and eyes, his exhale slow as he attempts to force out some words he appears afraid to put out into the atmosphere.

“Do you… Do you wanna try it?”

It’s haphazard, delivered clumsily, and so utterly unlike Joel. You can see the cringe in his expression when the sentence settles in the air, and your heart lurches when you see he’s sincere. That he wants you and that he’s letting you know after years of hiding it from you.

God, you don’t even give him another second to doubt himself. You’re scrambling into his lap, straddling it and pressing your mouth to his in a kiss that hurts more than it pleases, his teeth scraping your lower lip and your tongue tracing his own.

You can feel it through the thin, worn denim of his jeans, the jump of his cock when you settle your crotch down against the seam. His hands are vicious, grasping handfuls of your thighs, your ass, your hips. He could bruise the shape of his fingerprints into you, and you’d thank him, would beg him to put you through the pain again to brand you as his.

He groans out your name into your mouth, but it sounds more like a growl rattling in his chest. You’re fumbling in the low lighting with his belt buckle, the clinking of the clasp bringing you relief when you free Joel’s hips from their leather confines. It’s almost frantic, the pace you set as you try and fail, try and fail before you successfully pop the button of his jeans and yank them over his hips. There’s not enough time to rid him of them completely, so Joel settles with the waistband resting just above his knees.

“C’mere,” Joel husks, his lips brushing yours as he speaks and forces your cargo pants over your hips without even bothering to let down the zip. It hurts a little, smarts, but it sparks something desperate in you when you realise it’s pulled down your underwear too, leaving you exposed to his gropes.

One hand grasps the globe of your asscheek, giving a brutally harsh squeeze. The other sinks between your thighs. Joel’s groan of delight when he finds the insides of your thighs soaked causes your cunt to throb before he’s even touched it.

"Is that all me?" He asks you, his voice dipping to a deep, spine-shuddering hum. He sweeps the calloused pad of his index fingertip up the inside of your thigh and through your pussy lips. You can hear the wetness there when he notches against your clit, when he sinks the very tip of his fingers into your entrance. "That all me, or did you like the pornstache more than I realised?"

You usually would scoff in Joel's face, tell him to stop being so ridiculous and self-absorbed, but he's slowly circling your frayed bundle of nerves with his thumb, and your jaw is slack. You can't even think of a witty retort, just grasping feebly at the collar of his denim shirt.

"I'm gonna take what I want from that lack of response," he fills the silence for you, an infuriating smirk settling on his lips as he sinks his fingers inside of you.

The lack of resistance and eagerness from your cunt catches you both off guard, Joel groaning in delight as you take the length of his digits so easily. "Fuck~”

You whimper out Joel’s name, thighs trembling on either side of his lap as he coaxes his fingers towards him inside of you and wasting no time in finding the spot that would bring tears to your eyes.

“Ah,” he breathes, a smirk playing on his lips when he sees your torso crumple inwards as his touch brushes something electric inside you. “Ah- that’s it, ain’t it?”

It’s pathetic. You want to answer him, even sob out wordlessly as the wave of pleasure crashes through you at the delicate touch, but your words are stalled in your throat as Joel circles that sensitive wall inside you with his nimble fingers.

“C’mere,” he growls, seeing your expression contorted desperately and deciding he can’t wait much longer. One hand is still busy with building your orgasm, and his other clumsily pulls down his boxers and exposes his ruddy length.

Joel gives you barely a moment to absorb what it is you see, managing to process the pink tinge to the velvet skin of his cockhead and the smear of precum that glistens under the low lighting before he’s hoisting you over him, knees on either side of his hips.

It’s filthy and disgusting and raw, the way he uses his free hand to sweep his cock across your clit. It sparks something dangerous deep inside your abdomen, another wave of increasingly unmanageable bliss that wraps around your spinal cord and constricts your lungs. You barely choke out his name, your fist punching his shoulder as if to say, ‘stop teasing!’ before Joel sinks into your wet heat with a broken rasp of your name.

Tight. Everything is coiled up so tightly inside you as the width of Joel’s cock-head pushes past your entrance, your walls swallowing him and squeezing him as he sinks in slowly. Your fingernails are digging into his shoulders through his denim shirt, tears of bliss welling in your eyes as he fills you completely. All the while he continues to circle and poke and prod at your g-spot, simultaneously building up your orgasm and wrecking you.

“That’s it,” he husks, breathless as he helps you settle down to the hilt of his dick. He’s nudging your cervix, and you feel so impossibly full that your body is trembling around him, pushed to its absolute limit as your tears stream down your cheeks. They drip from your chin, leaving deeper wet stains across the faded blue of his shirt.

Then he’s shoving his hips upwards and into you, and it’s like you can’t hold onto him tight enough. You’re scrabbling for some kind of grip that can brace you against the simultaneous stimulation of his thrusts and his fingers circling something mind-numbingly raw inside you. The rusty parts of the van creak beneath the motion, and between your slurred curses and weak cries of his name, you’re trying to warn him to be quiet, not to wake Ellie.

You can barely manage to coax him on, eyes rolling back and forehead falling forward onto his shoulder as you give in entirely to the creeping orgasm that picks up your spine.

“C-Can feel you,” Joel stumbles over his own words and laughs, his cock twitching inside you as he continues to drag in and out of your abused pussy, “Can feel you squeezin’ me. You gonna cum for me?”

You want to slap him. Want to make him walk to Pittsburgh with this cocky attitude, this cavalier facade that is so unlike his usual brusque persona. Instead, you’re keening for him, nodding your head against his collarbone and squeaking out your best impression of a ‘yes, Joel, please, please!’

Shit- it’s coming. You feel it racing through you before he even delivers his devastating blow. You think it can’t get any more intense, that it can’t feel any better than this, until he’s pushing his hips upwards and manoeuvres his hand to brush his thumb against your swollen, sensitive clit.

The print of his thumb doesn’t even make it a full rotation before your orgasm comes roaring forwards, slamming through your body to the point it’s almost painful in the best way. You’re quick to smother your scream of his name, biting down hard on the denim fabric at Joel’s throat and releasing the devastating shout of his name into the fibres between your teeth.

Poor Joel stumbles with how hard your body clamps down on him, his galloping thrusts reduced to sloppy stutters of his hips as a grating, pained groan rattles through his ribs beside your ear. Distantly, you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you until his cum is spilling down the sides of his cock.

“God-“ He chokes out, voice catching in his throat as you heave for breath. It’s not as though he has the energy to lift you from him, still buzzing. You’re somewhere else entirely, vision blurry and consciousness far outside the dermis walls of your body.

Slumped against Joel, you focus on breathing. How do you do it again? In and out… In and out. It’s embarrassing, the way he’s left you unsure of essential bodily functions. The ease with which he’s numbed your mind and body.

Ironically, though, he makes it easier to find your way back to yourself. His steady, albeit heavy, breathing ticks like a metronome, easing you down from the impossible high you’ve ascended beneath his touch. He smells like salty sweat, like mud that cakes his boots and the truck's tyres.

“You think maybe we should pick that magazine back up?” Joel mumbled into your hair, oddly quiet and almost shy despite the blunt delivery of the query.

Pausing, you glance up at him through your lashes and catch a tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks. He’s staring down at the sidewalk next to the tyres, no doubt eyeing up the pages strewn across the cement flags.

“… Well,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “You never know what survival skills we might need. With your blueprints for Molotovs and upgrading weapons and my articles on ‘bizarre sex positions’, we’re bound to survive the apocalypse-“

“Alright, darlin’,” Joel attempts to speak you down from your amused ramblings, made awkward by the crudeness of the conversation once again.

“I mean, what the fuck is the ‘Pretzel Dip’?”

“Fuck if I know,” he admits with an air of chagrin.

“… You’re not much of a playboy, are you Miller?”

“Shut up and put your pants on.”

END

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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if gabi was made from a not safe day Incident

And benjamin was made in the car

How was rosie made? 🤨

Benjamin was almost made in the car jsksj. 🤭

Anyways, nsfw undercut. Flatiron position, cunnilingus and light somnophilia.

Not proofread.

Sometimes Miguel truly wondered if anyone was doing their job anymore, sometimes he'd leave two hours early, and other times he'd have to make up for those hours by staying behind in the lab.

But little it mattered when he knew what awaited him back home. A gorgeous wife, wonderful kids that reminded him why he woke up super early in the mornings. That made his heart to be happy enough to push all those nagging work thoughts away.

Silence welcomed him as soon as he crossed the main door, a quick look on his watch. four pm. It was time of your evening nap, he sidled into Benjamin's room and kissed his head, deep sleep rooted in his baby boy.

He put the lab coat in his office, just as his briefcase to then move to his bedroom.

The sight that welcomed him had his pupils wide blown immediately. You, curled in the middle of the bed, an undressed leg peeking from the tulip sundress he loved so much on you, naked and hooked on one of his pillows, a pretense of him. Even in your sleep you seeked him.

His tongue wetted his lips the more his eyes scanned your sleeping form, for a minute he felt jealous of how delicious and snug the dress hugged your body. Specially on the curvature of your ass.

He nodded inwardly, congratulating himself for such feat of having a woman like you as his wife. Not only you were exactly what he wanted, but none other could take him like you did.

A shiver went down his spine upon realizing you weren't wearing panties of any kind. Not even the seamless ones that had you foaming at the mouth by being so comfy.

With a quiet movement, he closed and locked the door. He removed his clothes, leaving him bare to a sleepy and unaware you. He mentally thanked however above for having a chance like this. He crawled to bed, cock hardening at the image of the dress riling up further your thighs, supple skin inviting him. Calling for him.

A hand removed gently the skirt of your dress, revealing more and more of your skin, plump ass, lovely thighs that he adored when you trapped him between him while he ate you like a starved man.

Fingertips grazed your skin, feeling the heat he always loved relishing during winter and cold days specially. Then, they removed the pillow from you, leaving you flat on the mattress, ass in full and proper display before him. Hands squeezed gently, before taking a hold of your glutes and spreading the flesh apart.

"Gracias por estos alimentos, mi amor." (Thanks for the food)

He chuckled before dipping his head in between them, a swirl of his tongue delved around your entrance, a low hum in approval had him groaning at your taste and closing his eyes.

The tip of his tongue delved in upwards, tasting and dribbling between your folds. Lapping up at your skin with hunger, tasting and reaching as much as the moist muscle could, and when he found your clit, he sunk his face deeper, pursing his lips into a sucking motion on the pearly nub of nerves.

Thumbs spreaded the outer labia further, granting him an instant access to your now soaking pussy. His lips captured the outer folds and kissed them, soft and tender nips on your skin made you stir and hum at the sensations.

A deep sigh came out of you as his tongue pressed and toyed with your clit and coiled around the entrance. Chin drenched with his own drool and your juices as he ate your pussy from behind.

Tongue zigzagged before curling and pressing once more on your clit. His mouth moved expertly on you. He knew every crevice and texture but your taste had him craddling your ass, to then knead it and push it against his face. He grunted while nipping and giving soft bites that had you moaning in your sleep.

He wasted to time and hauled you by your hips upwards, suspending you while he held the rest of your lower half in his arms, and close to his lips as he kneeled on the bed. Your legs dangled lazily on his strong arms if it wasn't for him hunching a bit, your face would be colliding against his crotch. Almost into a standing 69.

Your torso still met the bed, but the rest was on his upper limbs, handled like a rag doll as he pressed, licked, sucked and slurped your clit and soaked opening.

When he squeezed you impossibly closer to him, and his drenched tongue assaulted you, your eyes snapped awake, giddy at first to then clamp at the waves of dizzying pleasure that rushed to your now awake brain

"Mi-Miguel" You gasped while feeling your insides twitch and your clit being deliciously gorbed down by his mouth. A mouth you loved kissing and stuffing with your breasts and other body parts that he loved tasting.

Your hands reached for the pillow once your precipice was looming ahead of you. Sleepy breaths had turned into needy pants and gasps the more he ate. And he ate well, leaving all etiquette behind.

Your legs trembled as they tried to set themselves free, but the angle he was feasting on overrode your senses, letting a loud moan escape you.

"Shhh, I'm sure you don't wanna wake up Benji and interrupting this, don't you?"

A desperate shake of your head.

"Then keep it quiet, Mi cielo."

You smirked as he plopped a couple of pillows underneath your pelvis and propped you over them, ass up high as he separated your legs.

You giggled as he positioned himself behind you, his frame engulfing yours completely while his hands entwined fingers with yours, and trapped you underneath him. His hard on pressed against the slope of your ass, for his tip to rub against your cunt's folds.

"Told you I'd fuck you in this dress"

A silent laugh turned into a breathless whimper as he pushed in, stretching and invading your insides while you adjusted your pelvis to grant him more inside access.

"Por Dios, mi amor"

He slurred within a grunt at the new level of tightness your snug cunt provided him.

"No te muevas, déjame-Oh shit.. Let me feel you." (Don't move, allow me to-)

He was half in, your fingers grope his, trembling, his mouth busied in kissing your neck and nipping your earlobe. He was big, but this position really made it dawn on you. Finally feeling the heft and girth properly, molding your insides at his size.

"You okay, mi reina?"

A whimper while his knees dug in each side on the mattress, securing your frame underneath him. You had no escape.

"So deep" you croaked as he pushed in to the hilt, stuffing you completely with a satisfied and shaky groan. His hands maneuvered yours, locking you in a mimicking embrace. Yours and his arms and hands underneath your chin, serving as a support for your head.

His hips moved slowly, allowing you to adjust to the position while all the air felt abandoning you at once while his back slotted perfectly against the curvature of your own.

So intimately consuming and wanton on both sides. His hot, trembling and laborious breath fanned over your neck and ear. Another roll of his hips had you rolling your eyes back and jaw slacking open.

"Like that, mi reina?"

"Yes. Ohmygod yes-" You gulped as one of his hands let go of yours, to clamp gently on your mouth before a loud muffled whine came out.

He was heavy, and hot and was wrecking your hole so torturously slow that you could only think straight for a brief nanosecond before mind turned into a puddle again. at the rhythm of his plows.

With every plunge he gave you, he crushed your back, pushing all air out of your lungs, leaving you with nothing but mewls and pleas to him to go faster. His hand removed from your mouth

"Más... Más duro!" (harder)

"Are you sure, preciosa? You sure you want me to fuck this hole the right way?"

"Yes"

You hissed and pleaded. He gave you a kiss on your temple before letting your hands go and taking a firm hold on your hips. Your hands were clinging to the sheets now.

All you could hear was the now obscene plap plap of your flesh clashing together, waves of pleasure washed over your senses, his cologne and healthy sweat had your mind a blur, His husky and blown voice made you shiver.

Your insides felt like never before. You were tight and warm and welcoming, so so pretty and all his. That scrumptious hole he loved wrecking to oblivion was all his to ruin and fill up the many times he saw fit.

He knew fertile days were ongoing, and that thought alone made his thrust even deeper and meaner while he clamped a hand over your mouth shut once more, preventing you from waking Benjamin or having Gabi hear you if she came home from her practice.

Muffled sobs kept turning into growls, and suffocated pleas. His free hand buried in your skin as it shook with every ram.

"You like that, mi reina?"

A weak nod as the bed creaked and shook underneath yours. Without much warning he took a tighter hold on your hips with his free hand, guiding them a bit more upwards, meeting his in a mind splitting thrust. A loud and slurred whine was trapped in his hand.

Your body shook with every rough push, hands clinging for dear life at the sheets as your chin rubbed furiously on the surface. He kept the onslaught on your shorter body, grazing mercilessly at your sweetest spot.

So maddening that was impossible to grip on the current reality. All you felt was his need pushing into you, until it kissed your cervix with such despair it had you slipping in and out of coherence. Why haven't you tried this position sooner?

Upon feeling you clamping down on him, he cradled you underneath, securing you and preventing you from escape but whimpered as soon as you contracted and clenched on him with such vice like grip it made him still for a moment.

"N-No te muevas-" (Don't move)

He grunted while holding the bedsheets in a steely grip, his knuckles went white. He growled while burying his face in the crook of your neck, letting his weight to crush you as overstimulation flooded his brain.

"Fuck... cielo-" He rasped, "Me estás apretando tan rico..." (You're squeezing me so good)

He gasped at the heightened sensations, he didn't dare to move even further cause he'd knew he wouldn't be able to stand another climax too soon. That would break him.

But he was addicted to you and your cunt. His body shivered with shallow and short breaths as he painted your womb white.

"Carajo..."

The heavy load remained well pooled inside. Pussy releasing him with a wet slosh. He laughed in between pants as he plopped next to you with a satisfied yet lazy smile. You eventually joined him, letting your high wane.

"Round two?"

"Let me catch a break."

"Gabi wants her sister. Need a baby girl inside"

"Does she now?"

"You're not leaving until I'm pregnant."

Maybe it was the hormones talking for you, but your words had him staring at you with such hunger, you could only squeal when he pulled you closer to him, ready to start round two.

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taurder · 1 year

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Rooftop

top!dom!reader x bottom!miguel o'hara.

contains: exhibitionism kink, voyeurism kink, begging, biting, oral (character giving) degrading, dirty talk, anal, dumb-fucked, implied villain reader.

note: i'll continue to be self indulging until i get requests.

"just like that, yeah, yeah, mgghh– i love your mouth so much– yeah, fuck. you can go deeper, ah– c'mon" his small choking sounds make it more pleasant for you. seeing him on his knees in this dirty rooftop with scratches on his suit showing his chest, with your dick in his mouth and one of his hands touching his own covered member is just delightful.

You didn't even think in the fight you two had before, because the newest of your schemes didn't matter, or his sense of justice or the police sirens that were still on in the distance with several cop cars looking out for you. what mattered was that you were fucking his throat. there was fresh blood in your nails from scratches and punches you gave him, you probably were going to sport several bruises tomorrow along with a swollen lip and nose, but the only thought in each others minds was if you were close enough to cumming.

"that's it, that's ohmygod– yeah, swallow me whole, c'mon you want this. if you don't swallow it all i'm gonna cum all over your face and tits, slut" you made your words sound mean, awful, but you saw his enthusiasm to every single one of them. the way he rubbed harder into his member to touch himself over his suit, how his cheeks hollowed to suck you off better. "you'd like that, wouldn't you? fuck, of course you do, you love my cum so much" a whine from his throat made you swear too loud, jerking your hips on and on to make him swallow every inch of your cock.

"you're watching your fangs for me, yes? i can't fuck you later if you paralyze me, kitty" a half choked laugh was the only thing you could muster before you reached your limit. his tongue flicked before flattening entirely when he knew your climax was near and he allowed every ounce of semen to go directly into his throat as you pushed his head towards your pelvis. you grabbed his hair for your own balance, but he took it as a silent request of keeping himself there.

"fuck, fuck, just fuck. if i knew you liked my dick in your mouth this much i would've made you my cock warmer sooner" spider-man's body twitched and he closed his eyes tighter, still sucking a little to get every drop of your seed. "is that another idea you like? at this rate i could tell you i want to fuck you while the police and your spider-society friends watch us and you would consider it". he moaned, and by the way the hand that was rubbing his member stopped you could tell he had just cummed too.

you pushed his head away, swearing low when you saw a string of saliva connect from his swollen lips to the tip of your cock. "look at you, miguel. you want everyone to see you like this?" coming out of his daze he groaned a little in annoyance, but his face was hot. "i'd like to. make everyone see how much of a cock hungry slut you are" you came closer to him, offering your hand for him to stand up, and you immediately after took his glutes in your hands, getting him to jump a little so you could carry him, pushing his back into the wall where the door to the rooftop was.

"idiota" he hissed at the rough treatment, shutting down any other complain he had when you really grabbed at his ass, making sure your fingers would get imprinted there. he squirmed in your hold, ultimately pushing back at your hands. "este idiota quiere cogerte, precioso" you said back, already leaning to have a go with his neck, kissing and slightly biting as he reached with his right the other hand, touching some buttoms to deactivate his suit completely, groaning when a bite from you made his fangs instinctively go out. [t: this idiot wants to fuck you, gorgeous]

"naked in the wild.. anyone could see us from here, don't you think? maybe even a spider-person of yours doing a late night patrol.." you got the lube out of your pocket with ease, still assaulting his neck when your first two fingers went inside him. he pushed back again, so turned on with your words and the way you could carry him as if it was nothing that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin ".. they'd see the menacing miguel right here, being finger fucked by ol' bad me" he threw his head against the wall when you added a third finger. "dying to have me inside to fill him up and–"

"please just fuck me!" he growled, hands on your shoulders while he hopped up and down to reach deeper inside himself with your fingers, but it wasn't enough. "please, please, you can call me anything, please, just fuck me already" his desperate eyes looked foggy, as if he was near losing himself. and you did love to make him go dumb in your cock.

so you whispered more filth into his ears, pushing him into the wall, biting at his broad shoulders and calling him a slut for having such big tits, all shiny with the slight coat of sweat that covered his body. and he said yes to all of it, screaming and pleading with pretty whines as you guided your cock to his hole. you called him desperate, a bitch in heat, a poor excuse of a hero who truly just wanted to be dicked down by every strong man available that could handle him.

and just as he agreed to all of it you sank deep, letting go of his body and leaving him no other option but to take all of it in one go with no support. his eyes went up on his head, mouth hanging open as he taked what he craved. you carried him again, giving him only a little to adjust before you started thrusting into him with force, making his body go up and down (and he'll probably be mad at you for the red marks the uneven wall is leaving on his back but right now he doesn't care).

right now he can only wail and moan deep once you find his prostate, going on and on into that same spot just to watch his face show how much he loves this. his pecs are moving just as quickly as he tries to regulate his breathing in-between thrusts but it's just as hard as to keep his legs hooked into your body. "you want to open up, big boy, don't restrain yourself" you say and he nods in gratitude just before really letting go of his body. the hands that were touching your shoulders travel down to his own dick, not really jerking off but only putting his palms around it, holding them in position so your movements can also dictate the rhythm in which he touches himself. you feel more weight, but it doesn't stop you from going harder and faster into him. his legs keep opening up more and more, practically bouncing at your sides as you hook your arms under his knees, hearing him bitch about the momentary stop.

the new position allowed you to keep him open, and even if you had to really push him against the wall you don't think he cared as long as he was getting fucked. "you look so hot like this. quite a whorish hero, yes? maybe you should call up layla, make her record this whole thing". a moany sob comes from his throat and he closes his eyes, you could swear he's imagining everything you said while he lets out a line of ah, ah, ah, ah from his mouth. "that way you can watch it at your headquarters and jerk off to this. you could finger yourself so in our next fight you're nice and ready for me to just– fuck! you're getting really tigghhh.."

and just like that he cums, hard. squeezing your dick in the process, forcing you to reach your climax too, filling him up as he keens for the sensation, holding you close even if there's semen in both your chests and stomachs. you two breathe in and out some seconds in the same position before your dick twitches again inside of miguel, and you push in a little, swearing at the wet sound and the feeling of fucking your fresh cum out of him. you're about to pull out when his walls contract against you, spider-man's hips starting to move once more and as you look at his face you catch him opening up his eyes again, a lazy smile on his lips. he moans once more, trying to milk your cock again.

"you're insatiable, you know that?" you chuckle, thanking to yourself that you both sharing a short refractory period and a strong libido is a blessing. your schemes and his morals could wait a couple more hours.

#m!reader #top male reader #gn reader x miguel o'hara #gn reader #atsv x you #bottom miguel o'hara #dom reader x miguel o'hara #male reader x miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #submisive and breedable #spiderverse x reader #spiderman 2099 x male reader #spiderman 2099 #top reader x character #sub character

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shotoh · 1 year

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❝ SO… ASS, T!TS, OR THIGHS? ❞ feat. itoshi sae

— what’s his preference?

cw + tw. 18+, smut, minors dni, fem!reader, dom!sae, all characters are aged up to over their 20s, sae’s ogling you (respectfully and as your boyfriend), backshots, oral (f!receiving), pet names (sweetheart, love), lowkey exhibitionism, spanking, hinted creampie, brief religious imagery idk i’m putting this here just in case

notes. kaneshiro did not know the demons he unleashed when he decided to tell us sae has an ass fetish...

ass.

sae’s a very straightforward man who knows exactly what he likes and dislikes. and to put it bluntly, he loves your ass. the man has a canon ass fetish and we’re going to respect his tastes to the t.

that isn’t to say he doesn’t have an appreciation for your other assets (i’m sorry) though. he always ensures that every part of you is loved and revered, whether by buying you clothing that emphasizes your beauty in all the right areas or exchanging subtle (and/or not so subtle) touches, ghosting his hand or straight up palming your lovely curves.

but if there’s ever a chance you catch itoshi sae slipping, it’s because of your gorgeous ass.

regardless if he’s able to admit it or not, sae is the reason why you two can’t work out at public gyms anymore. 1.) because he gets recognized way too easily as a world renown professional athlete. and 2.) because he can never stop ogling your ass as you’re working out. and, for an added bonus: 3.) because of what ends up happening after you catch him doing so.

there have been countless times, you’ve found yourself in a squat or pose which focuses on your glutes. while in those positions, your ass looks incredible, and sae is always there to let you know even if he never says so out loud. you’d be hands and knees on your mat, ready to do a few sets of leg kickbacks, and the midfielder will be a couple machines away, sweat clinging to his workout gear as he reaches for the water bottle next to his feet.

when he takes a swig from his hydro, his ocean blue eyes are evidently at an angle. if you draw his line of vision, you’ll discover he’s watching you go through your exercises. it’s almost a ritual for him, to observe and admire the way your butt is accentuated with every stretch, your muscles flexing along your well-developed curves as your seamless shorts cling to you like a second skin. all this is done out of utmost respect, of course. at least that’s what sae likes to think.

you’re not at all oblivious to his wandering eyes, and sometimes you like teasing your audience, angling yourself in a way that allows him a clearer view of your movements. after you finish going through the motions, you stand up from the mat and stretch before turning over to send him a cheeky little wink. to add more oil to the fire, you bring your hand behind you and lift your cheeks, before releasing them to let them bounce before his eyes.

it’s downright hypnotic and sinful, but sae can’t help but indulge in the devil as he swings his towel over his shoulder. then, he immediately drags you in the showers with him to watch your ass bounce some more, pistoning his hips against you and splitting you on his cock under the running waters.

“what did you think was gonna happen when you pulled a stunt like that, sweetheart? such a naughty girl,” he grunts, muttering curses about how well you’re taking him while his eyes are glued on the flesh ricocheting off his thrusts. honestly, he has some nerve reprimanding you when he’s the one who started it with his obvious gawking, but if it means you’ll be blissfully filled with his cum and creaming all over his cock, you don’t have any complaints.

eventually, sae has his own private gym installed in his residence. which is what he honestly should have done in the beginning given all the money he has, but his trips to overseas matches doesn’t grant him many opportunities to use it.

that aside, your prior antics don’t really change, except the two of you are much more shameless since you don’t have to worry about stray eyes or cameras everywhere. usually, you find yourself only a few sets into your routine before sae is bending you over the equipment while pulling your leggings down to your ankles. yet somehow he’s not tearing a hole through them, to your astonishment.

he has some class at least, but that means little when the midfielder prys your asscheeks apart with firm hands, fixated on how your glistening pussy twitches and your flesh overlaps between his fingers. “what do you want, sweetheart?” he asks in a deceptively gentle tone given his grip that makes you feel so exposed.

you crane your head, features flustered and hot. “cock, sae.”

“where?” his stoic expression acts ignorant even when he already knows what you’re about to say.

“inside me!” you cry and you’re met with a quick spank that stings your ass.

“manners,” he reminds you, piercing teal eyes glowing at the mild red imprint he left behind.

your voice is quieter but shaky, “i-inside my pussy, please… i’ll behave...”

“that’s all i wanted to hear, my love.” he rewards you with his lips over the faint mark on your skin, tenderly soothing the pain while worshiping you all the same before he moves away to line himself to your hole. he enters slowly, loving how your tight, yummy walls take him as his length gradually disappears. your nails dig into the leather beneath you, and you rasp a sensual cry as his cock deliciously kisses all the right spots inside you over and over again.

#sae x reader #sae smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #itoshi sae smut #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae x you #sae x y/n #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons

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readychilledwine · 5 days

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✨️ACOTAR Booty Headcanons✨️

💕Peep the thigh headcanons here💕

Warnings - Butts. Fanart of butts. Nakey butts. Bubble butts. Lady butts. Man butts.

Up next? ✨️ Hands ✨️

✨️Body Headcanons Masterlist✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

Edited to add - short plus size Elain sneak peak

A/N - for @lady-of-tearshed, I hope this meets all your dreams, my love.

A message from Mother - You, my sweet dear reader, are gorgeous as you are. You are real, touchable, and made with imperfections that enhance your beauty and uniqueness. You are a treasure. Do not compare yourself to a single body on this list.

Rhysand-

I like to start off strong..

Rhysand has a very bite-able booty.

He is slightly leaner than Azriel and Cassian, but he still has a firm butt.

Rhysand loves to wear tight slacks, just to watch your pretty little brain go blank when you see his ass.

He sleeps naked and it's hard for you not to just.. touch the booty.

To be fair, he loves to keep his hand (and hand print) on your butt, too.

Art by Amai actually just posted Rhysand butt fanart. Enjoy it below

Cassian-

John Cena has been described as having a military grade ass with an inhuman body.

Cassian also has an inhuman body, so it makes sense that my guy has a military grade ass.

Cassian has butt muscles in places you didn't even know you could have butt muscles.

It is intimidating. Very intimidating.

But you LOVE watching this man walk. Especially when he's walking to the bathroom to grab towels for aftercare.

Azriel-

Azriel's ass surprised you in the best way.

Azriel is lean compared to Cassian, so his bubble butt shocked you.

Much firm. Still jiggle.

You were ready for this jelly.

Azriel gets super shy when you tell him how good his butt looks, but he's like that one friend who secretly loves it and makes sure to wear the same pants/skirt/shorts the next time they see you so you are in love with their deliciousness again.

Sometimes, you just sneak up on Azriel and accidentally squeeze. In front of his family. But don't worry. He squeezes yours back.

Tamlin-

I'm disappointed I can't find this gif when I need it.

We can all hate on Tamlin as much as we want, but SJM herself says the man is muscular.

I imagine Tamlin was worried about his arms and chest being thicker than his legs, so he started hitting legs and glutes hard.

Then, the next thing he knows, he has a damn shelf.

He hates when you touch his butt though. He'd prefer you touch him other places.

But you bet your ass he is touching yours

Lucien-

I stand by Lucien having Chris Hemsworth's body type.

Lucien had the perfect, truly bite-able ass.

You constantly have your hand in his back pocket.

You constantly are giving it a little smack so it jiggles.

You always walk behind him.

Lucien loves the way you worship his body. He's insecure about his scars, so you loving every inch of him helps.

Eris-

Daddy 🫠🫠

Eris has the captain America Dorito proportions build, and I hope all of you know *exactly* what I am talking about.

I imagine Eris as slim muscular, and when I decided to do these, I needed him to have Chris Evans's ass

I mean look at it

Imagine that ass in Eris's finely tailored clothing.

Imagine that ass getting off a horse.

You're touching him. Constantly. And he loves it.

He loves that you seem to think he's some sort of God.

And he really loves it when you touch his butt because you begged him to treat you as his equal, meaning that ass of yours is in his hands quickly.

Helion-

You know when a guys thighs are so thick they become one with his dump truck? Helion.

He actually requires a CDL for his ass.

You can't really tell until he's naked and turns around due to the thickness of his thighs, but this male has ass for days.

And his ass is FIRM. There is not an ounce of fat on him.

He considers his ass a trophy of sorts, so touching it is only for those privileged to.

Luckily you have that privilege.

Oh, look.. I included the Archeron sisters

Feyre-

Don't accuse me of doing our girl dirty, but I picture Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit when I think of Feyre's body.

The reason you can't accuse me of doing her dirty is because the things I'd do if Halle Berry told me to do them are extreme.

I picture Feyre as very lean, very cut, and she had the cutest baby bubble butt.

She's definitely the friend who thinks she has no booty until you help her find the right outfit for the booty.

She also blushes whenever you touch it.

She wishes it was bigger sometimes, but a few spanks in, and she's telling you she's perfect as she is.

I wish I could find a better picture of this 🫠

Nesta-

Nesta I also picture as tight and lean.

For some reason when I read her, I picture Adriana Lima, but with blonde hair.

Maybe it's because I think Nesta has sultry vibes?

Nesta tries to keep herself small. It's ingrained deeply into her head because of her mother and grandmother that she has to be small.

She's also constantly training, so it keeps her tight.

She may not have the biggest ass, but that thing is the best apple you've bit

Elain-

If you don't know by now, you're about to: elain at minimum is slim thick.

I personally see truly happy glowing elain as mid to plus size, and I'm hoping for mid to plus size elain once this stupid shipwar is over.

Right now, though, elain is slimthick.

She's still recovering from her spicy sadness days, and her recovery has her doing squats in the garden

Ass. For. Days.

It's why she actually doesn't wear pants. She tried once and every almost had a collective mass failure heart attack.

So now, her booty is reserved for you and you alone.

You love it when she wears cheeky things in the bedroom.

I imagine elain is super into impact play because she loves the way you compliment her recoil.

I think she's secretly proud of her booty. She just doesn't want anyone else to know. So sssshhhh.

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mrwavellswaps · 9 months

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Becoming His Type

Jamie had just been sat and having a couple drinks at the local gay bar when a man walk in who immediately caught his eye. He was fairly tall and lean with young handsome features. But most notably he was wearing a very sharp looking suit. Not a cheap one that was for sure. The man sat down a few seats across from Jamie and ordered a drink. Short and stylish brown hair, perfect porcelain skin, dark stubble coating his face, impeccable sense of style. He was Jamie’s type. So much so that he couldn’t resist shooting his shot. Part of him expected to be shot down right away. After all Jamie never felt like he was anything special. Skinny and pretty average looking, small in most departments and a rather mundane work life. And yet after 10 minutes of talking and laughing the suited man, who’s name turned out to be Leo, grabbed his hand and led Jamie out of the bar so they could head back to his place.

Judging by the attire alone Jamie assumed this guy must’ve had a nice place as well and boy was he right. Soon enough he was standing outside a huge fancy looking place with a gorgeous view as Leo fiddled with his keys until he’d finally unlocked the front door. The two made their way inside and Jamie was just as blown away by the interior as Leo guided them though the place.

Upon arriving at the bedroom, Jamie was last to enter so he turned to close the door behind them. Only when he turned back around, he didn’t have a second to react as Leo slapped what felt sort of like a sticky note on his forehead. “Hey what is-OOUUhhhGghhhHHhh…” Jamie moaned involuntarily as his entire body started to convulse.

“I’ll be honest. You aren’t really my type. But you did seem the most into me at that bar so I thought I’d fix that…” Leo took a step back as he pawed at crotch and watched the transformation begin.

Jamie’s grunts filled the room as his body quickly started the change. His height shot up several inches placing him well above six foot causing his shirt and pants to ride up. His skinny noodle arms quickly started to bulk up, growing larger and thicker by the second. What were once lanky chicken legs began to bulge with insane size, pumping up not only his thighs and calves but his glutes as well! Not to mention his back and shoulders widening while a plump pair of muscle tits began making themselves known. As his muscles continued to swell and rip apart Jamie’s clothes, his pale skin darkened significantly as it filled with melanin giving it a rich brown pigment. All the while his facial features shifted such as his lips growing fuller and nose becoming broader. Even his wavy hair became darker and more wiry before restyling itself into dreads. His hulking body managed to rip through his pants and underwear just in time to give Leo a full view as Jamie’s small dick thickened and elongated to monstrous proportions while his balls grew fat and heavy.

The tag that’d been stuck to Jamie’s forehead fell off at last as his transformation came to an end. “Huh? What the… fuck did you do!?” Jamie bellowed in shock, slightly started by his much deeper voice. “My body… my skin…”

“I made you my type.” Leo grinned as he knelt down to pick up the small piece of paper that’d caused this. “I used one of these handy magic tags on you. This one in particular can turn anyone into a massive black jock.” He said while gesturing towards Jamie’s gigantic new form. “Now how’s about you get over here and stuff me full with that big black cock of yours!”

Jamie wanted to protest but… how could he? He might not have asked for it but this body… it was everything he ever wished he could be. Tall. Buff. Hung. Plus he’d alway kinda wonder what it’d be like to be a black dude. How could he ever be mad about this! Instead he simply allowed Leo to grab him by his giant dick and tug him towards the bed with heavy footsteps!

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The next morning Jamie was the first to get up. Not much of a surprise considering how he’d destroyed Leo’s hole after depositing three fat loads in there last night. He grabbed the large pair of pyjama bottoms Leo had prepared for him yesterday and pulled them on, still baffled by how such a massive pair of bottoms could fit his new body.

It’d dawned on him that during all the fucking last night, he’d hardly gotten a look at his new face so he headed straight for the bathroom. And he wasn’t disappointed. The man he saw staring back at him was gorgeous. An upgrade from his former self in every way.

Not only was he handsome but was powerful too. He could feel it. These huge muscles weren’t just for show, that was for sure. Every movement he made felt like it had so much weight behind it. And just the way he towered over everything now was intoxicating. Not to mention how even with these baggy ass pyjama bottoms, his new cock was still making a hell of a bulge. And he wasn’t even hard! At that point he just couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand under the waistband and jerking it a little.

“Ohhh yeah. I could definitely get used to this.” Jamie smirked. “Could probably use a new name though…” He thought as he turned around and pulled his bottoms down slightly to get a look at his thick new ass cheeks, jiggling them a little. “How about… Jabari! Yeahhhhh that sounds good.”

With that Jabari made his way back into the bedroom to see Leo slowly beginning to stir. With a cocky grin he slid back into bed with the man that’d given him this perfect body and wrapped his huge arms around him. “So… I take it we’ll be on for a second date?”

“Absolutely.” Leo confirmed before letting out a small yelp as he felt one of Jabari’s thick fingers sink into his still throbbing hole. Satisfied in having gotten the huge black soon to be boyfriend he desired.

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sucker-for-emily-prentiss · 3 months

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The beauty hidden underneath

Summary: You are not comfortable wearing a swimsuit/bikini and Emily is there to help you love yourself.

Ship: emily prentiss x fem!reader

Promt by: @emberfrostlovesloki

TW: body dysphoria

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You’ve been at it for what seems to be hours. It, being standing in front of a mirror, staring at yourself and trying to not cringe or flinch at every scar, every curve and every hint of cellulite. If you stare too long, if you think too much, a new wave of tears will make its way down your face and no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop it.

You try to remind yourself that this body has suffered great pain, has survived many tragedies. That every scar is a story, every dip is a love mark. But you can’t, because this body, this woman staring right back at you, is not a woman that’s pretty. It’s a woman whose thighs are touching, whose belly is slightly protruding, whose glutes are covered in stretch marks.

You turn sideways, you look at how your lower stomach is sticking out. You suck in a breath and hold it, you arch your back, you look thin. You need air, you release that breath and then it starts all over again. The loathing, the tears, the sobs. You punch at the extra fat on your arms, on your belly on your thighs and you try so hard to somehow make it disappear.

You don’t even know how all this started in the first place because you’ve been so good for so long. But as you think about it, you know exactly when it started; when Emily suggested you and her take some time off and go to the beach for spring break.

You’ve been dating for almost six months now and you’ve finally let the team know, which means you can be open about it and be in public without fear of someone seeing you. So when you finally told Hotch and the team on the way home from yet another grueling case Emily suggested you two go to LA, enjoy some time alone, out and proud. You didn’t think twice before saying yes, because she looked so happy and you didn’t want to ruin it for her.

That was two weeks ago. Two weeks of you trying your best to feel comfortable in your own skin. Two weeks of you trying to remember how to swim because in reality, you hate your body so much you haven’t been to the beach in three years. It’s been fourteen days of trying swimsuit after swimsuit, seeing what covers most her skin and what hides her shames.

“Y/n?” Your head has never snapped faster towards the direction of a sound before.

You grab your robe from the bed and turn around as you wrap it around yourself, trying to hide your face from Emily, not wanting to alarm her. “Hey, I didn’t expect you home so soon.” But you didn’t even know what time it was or how long you’ve been standing there.

“Honey, look at me.” You hear Emily asking you softly as she steps closer to you. You shake your head, your body still turned away. “Y/n, please.” She says softly.

You cannot say no to her when her voice is so sweet, so soft, so concerned. You turn around, tears still streaming down your face and you lock eyes with Emily. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” You say, words coming out in broken sobs as you lay your head on Emily’s shoulder.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” She says, leaving a kiss stop your head. “What is it?”

You raise your head and you look at her; this gorgeous woman you get to call your girlfriend. “I can’t go on vacation with you. Not at the beach, I can’t.” You confess as you pull yourself away from Emily’s embrace.

You watch as Emily blinks several, her expression not hurt but confused. But she seems to put the pieces together quickly after taking one look around and revisiting the scene she came across moments prior; her girlfriend looking at herself in the mirror and crying.

“Oh, honey.” She says, approaching you once again and this time taking you by your wrist and positioning you in front of the mirror while standing behind you.

“Emily, please don’t.” You beg her looking away from the mirror.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” She asks you.

You look in the mirror then, only then, and you look at Emily. You look into her eyes and you smile at her trying not to blink, the bangs too close to her eyes tickling her. “With my life.” You respond, the question not needing to be pondered.

She kisses your cheek and slowly unties the robe around your waist and pulls it down gently, allowing it to fall on the floor. Her hands caress over your stomach, across the jugged scar in the right side of your abdomen. “This on is from when you were twenty three, when you had your appendix out.” Emily says her voice low and sweet as honey. “You told me that you couldn’t stop picking at it because you needed something to do with your fingers.”

“You should know by now, I can’t stand still.” You say with a small chuckle and you feel Emily nod against you, leaving a kiss on your right shoulder.

Her hand doesn’t stay there, she moves the scar on your chest. “That’s from last year. And also the day that I realized how deep my feelings for you went. It took almost losing you to understand. To see.” And then her hand goes and rests on the part of you you hate the most. “And this, this little bump right here is gonna host our future babies.” She says with a small chuckle as her thumb caresses your still empty belly.

“Oh yeah?” You ask her with a small laugh. “So I’m the one who gets pregnant?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Emily says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re the stronger one between the two of us. Can you imagine me walking around being kicked and punched? I so don’t have your strength. Or your patience.” You find your hand resting on top of Emily’s and for once you can actually imagine it. And the image of you gaining all this weight has never made you happier.

“How many are we gonna have?” You ask, your smiling growing upon gazing into Emily’s loving brown orbs.

“We’ll start with one. Hopefully they are twins, but if they’re not we can always adopt.” She says with a shrug. “And you’ll carry them with these strong arms and you’ll run after them with these strong legs that chase criminals.” She reminds you, now both her arms wrapped around your waist. “And you’ll put them on those shoulders that always seem to carry the world’s weight on them.”

You turn around in her embrace and you wrap your arms around her neck lazily, planting a kiss on her lips. “I love you, Emily Prentiss.” You say against her lips.

“Good.” She replies. “‘Cause I love you, too.” She kisses you once more, before pulling her lips away and placing a strand lick of hair behind your ear. “And if you don’t want to go to the beach that’s okay. We can go somewhere else. Or we can go to a vacation house I have in the Hamptons. It was it’s one pool and only I’ll be able to see you.”

“You’d go through all that trouble for me?” You ask, your insecurities somehow still getting to you.

“When are you going to understand, y/n?” She asks with a sigh. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for you if it meant you would smile.”

And smile you do, lunging forward and kissing her once more. “The Hamptons sound nice.” You say eventually, because you realized that so long as you had Emily, you had all you needed.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds fandom #emily prentiss is a lesbian #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x y/n #wlw fanfic #oneshot #writing prompt

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Dream is an artist experiencing a spate of creativity since he's found a new muse -- a gorgeous (mystery) man who excercises (shirtless running/yoga) in the park near Dream's studio. All his current art are studies of this guy's back and arms (and ass, and package); Dream's gotten in to sculpting just to try and work out the need to feel this man's body under his finger tips.

One of Hob's friends brought him to this art show, modern art stuff isn't really Hob's bag, but he'll take free booze. Hob walked into the show and isn't sure why he's blushing, but all the art is like staring at himself, naked in a public mirror. Hob might have a slight exhibition kink, but this all seems so (personally) intimate.

Dream is hiding behind the full body sculture of his muse,,,,,staring at his blushing muse --- in person.

AKAKADJAH this amazing

Hob: that's... that's my butt.

Jo: huh? wait, holy shit, that's your BUTT

Hob has always considered himself quite a plain man, really. He's got a decent body, nothing special. He's not super tall, or super muscular. He's been trying really hard to do the whole "self love" thing, actually - and that's where the idea of working out shirtless came from. Jo suggested that maybe stopping himself from hiding his body under baggy jumpers would be a good start.

It has helped, and Hob feels a lot more confident... but even with his improved self image, being surrounded by lovingly worked, passionate art depicting his body? Its a lot. A lot in a good way, though.

And then someone grabs him by the arm and he's being unceremoniously hauled into what seems to be a supply cupboard. There's a slim, surprisingly forceful man in front of him, looking like he wants to confess a terrible crime. Hob puts 2 and 2 together quickly.

"I feel like you should probably pay me for my services, mister artist. I could have racked up hours of modelling fees if you'd only asked." He grins. The man's cheeks turn very pink.

"If I promise you a fee, this time." He says, in a sinful voice that makes Hob want to melt. "May I touch you? I would like to find out if your glutes have the weight and texture I had imagined."

And that's how Hob ends up getting groped and eventually fingered until he cums inside his nicest pair of trousers. Apparently his butt is everything Dream had... dreamed of. He even takes a picture.

Hob will never feel plain again. Especially when he wakes up in the artist's bed the next morning... and finds Dream already working on a scale model of his morning wood. In a few months the final product will have pride of place on their (shared) coffee table, because Dream refuses to sell his boyfriend's gorgeous cock to anyone else.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Transmasc!Reader

❤️ Plot: Miggy builds you, his partner, a strap-on which creates realistic sensation in the user so that you can top him for the first time.

❤️ Content: Inexperienced/shy Miguel, Messy oral (giving and recieving), Prostate massage, Anal sex, Mutual orgasm.

Word count: 2470

‘So, what does this do again, babe?’

You admired the slick, prosthetic strap-on sitting in the palm of your hand as Miguel grunted beneath you.

The gorgeous man was spread over your shared bed in his full nude glory, arms folded beneath his head as he waited for you to start. You couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. His heaving sloped shoulders that rolled when he moved, his dainty little waist and perfectly sculpted ass, he was a sight to behold. You traced a single finger up his spine to his enormous back and watched him shudder.

‘Mm—it, should transmit phantom nerve signals to your brain that mimics the pleasure receptors and overall sensation of penetration’ he said, reciting his research with the ease one could only gain from obsession. You knew he must have been planning this for a long time.

‘Uhuh, now in layman’s terms please, sir’ you teased, gently slapping the phallic object on his right thigh.

He flashed a fang in your direction, probably hoping it would tease your brattiness, but it only excited you more. You bit your lip as you smiled and watched his eyes soften.

‘It’ll feel like a real cock’ Miguel grunted. ‘That basic enough for you?’

‘Big words, big boy, but you’re the one on your front’ you teased again. Despite his exasperated expression you could feel him shuffling closer to your touch as you rubbed his back.

‘I’ll put you on your front if you keep talking back’ he said, his voice turning gruff. ‘Show you how to use it before you break something inside me.’

‘I think you’re just worried I’ll be better than you.’

‘I built it, I can talk it away.’

‘Aw, I keep forgetting you built it just for me’ you cooed. Miguel rolled his eyes slightly as you nestled in against his back. You started with just your cheek pressed against his spine, then gradually sank down until your chest, belly and legs were spread over him too.

He grunted but his annoyance was obviously feigned; you could feel him shuffling to get a better feel of your body against his, languishing quietly under the sensation of skin on skin. He was so warm, so quietly affection.

‘You’re so nice to me Miggy’ you murmured in his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper, ‘I guess I should be nice to you too.’

You withdrew from his back and gently patted his ass, signalling that you planned to start. You felt his muscles tense as he braced.

Miguel had felt safe enough with you to confess that he’d never bottomed for anyone before, something you’d found surprising until you remembered how inexperienced he was in general. Being work-first had left him sorely underappreciated physically, and you were trying to make up for that now.

You were his first, and he was your first. You didn’t want to fuck this up.

You tried to start by gently massaging his lower back, moving down inch by inch until you were stroking his glutes. He felt so good, so rough and warm under your hands, but despite his soft moans you could feel that he was nervous. His muscles betrayed how tense he was, how vulnerable be probably felt.

You were obviously excited to feel him, to move inside him, but you were going to do this right.

‘Okay, babe, on your front first’ you said, gently tapping him on the side.

He rolled obediently, though you could see in his face that he was confused by your order. You could also see, quite brazenly, his fully erect cock now perfectly curved and straining for attention, gently twitching in the cold air as he settled on his back.

You didn’t even try not to stare. He was full, thick, covered in dark hair, already coyly sporting that pearly pre-cum delicately dripping down the shaft. He noticed you staring and clapped your arm to draw you back.

‘Why my back?’ he asked. You rolled your eyes.

‘Because I’m not here to just jump in. This is special, and I want to show you that. So, you can give me that—’

You bent down and unceremoniously swallowed half his shaft in one go, earning you your favourite sound: something halfway between a gasp and a groan, slipping from Miguel’s lips as he involuntarily arched his back.

His hand flew to your head as it bobbed back and forth, his claws digging into your scalp. He started to pump between your lips. ‘Mm—that’s it, that’s it—fuck, your mouth is so—precious—’

You could feel him practically melting as all his muscles simultaneously relaxed.

‘Such a good boy, that’s it—mm, use your tongue like that, please—’

As asked you gently swirled your tongue, carefully lapping at the base of his member. You felt his leg involuntarily shake and stamp, his claws flying out to scrape the sheets.

‘Ay coño—así, mi rey, así, mm- eres mi chico perfecto’ he rasped.

You filled the bedroom with the lewd, wet sound of your lips drawing bath and forth, filling your mouth until your jaw ached. You pushed urgently until his member hit the back of your throat barely halfway down. You wanted all of it. You wanted to feel him twitch, his shaft throbbing on your tongue, his sweet little spurts of pre-cum coating your lips.

You only pulled back when he physically tugged at your hair, his signal to indicate he was about to cum. You drew back and he gently wiped your mouth with his thumb.

‘Okay, hopefully you should be relaxed now, mm—fuck you taste so good. Okay, now…’ You paused mid-sentence to carefully clip the strap-on into place. He’d built it to fit in a jockstrap with a small censor patch over your groin, but slotting it into place on the front immediately proved quite difficult. It was a fiddly thing to clip.

‘Ah—fuck, it’s—delicate—’

When you got stuck Miguel leaned up and wordlessly helped you get it into place, and with both hands on the shaft you got it working.

Almost instantly you were shaken by a burst of sensation, the feeling of a whole new body-part now being grasped by warm, calloused hands. Your whole body trembled. ‘OH—F-FUCK, what—what is that? A-ah—’

You saw Miguel’s eyes widen as you shook. He tilted his head as his scientist brain instinctively began evaluating the effect of his creation, something that you would have found cute if you could focus at all.

‘A-Ah…. Fuck…’ You gasped, hard, as your body adjusted. You felt something throb; was that, you? You looked down and saw no change, but you could feel the shaft gently straining as phantom blood rushed through it.

It was dreamlike. Now curious, Miguel started to stroke you with his finger. It was just one finger, lazily dragged back and forth, but that alone made your knees weak. He quickly moved to using his whole fist.

‘Mi rey’ he purred, and his lips parted. You watched with the most unflattering expression as he slid his own full lips over your new shaft.

Your hands flew to his head for stability, your fingers desperately tangling themselves in his thick, dark locks. He groaned at the pulling but he refused to stop his hungry mouth from slathering you in attention.

You could feel it. You could feel him, his soft lips you’d so often felt on your own now swallowing you whole. You felt his tongue winding around the base of your shaft, flat and warm and dexterous, which mixed with the tightness of his throat for the most toe-curling sensation. Your hips started moving on their own.

You just wanted more. You wanted that tightness, you wanted to squish into his tight mouth and fill it. The euphoria was so strong it made you teary.

‘Mig, ah—’

You clung to his hair and pulled it, earning you a soft moan from him. You felt it vibrating from his throat to your shaft. You felt his spit pooling and sliding down onto your thighs as he got feisty with his mouth, his neck arching to get it deeper. So warm, so soft, so alive, with every muscle in his mouth moving to tighten and squeeze you.

‘Fuck—wish I could, cum in your mouth.’

You panted as Miguel withdrew, letting you feel every toe-curling inch of his lips. ‘I’ll try to… build that, into the next prototype, mi rey’ he promised. ‘You would, taste—amazing.’

‘Okay, okay, fuck, this is meant to be about both of us’ you said with a slightly breathy laugh. ‘Come on babe, are you ready now?’

‘Of course I am’ Miguel grunted. He was so rough with his mannerisms, and yet he looked so coy as he gingerly and hungrily lapped at your shaft one final time. ‘And don’t be gentle with me, okay?’

‘Uhuh, I promise’ you chided.

Miguel obediently settled on his front with a pillow under his belly and hips, helping to keep them lifted. You settled on mounting him from behind.

‘Okay, stay still for me babe. And, um—let me know, if you want me to stop.’

Miguel grunted his response. He was still a little nervous, but he was ready now.

You made sure to prep him as well as you could. You covered your strap-on with as much lube as you could, secretly enjoying the sensation of how cold it was, and teased him both by gently grinding just the tip of it against his ass before inserting one to two fingers at a time to see how he responded.

He was tight at first, clearly struggling to adjust to the new sensation, but he started to loosen as you helped find his prostate and began to gently massage it. He made noises you’d never heard him make before in his life. His claws scraped at the sheets, tearing them to shreds, and every moan was like a growl.

When he realized how good it felt he began to beg, pleading for you to just fuck him already, and you couldn’t say no to those desperate red eyes peering round at you from the bed. You mounted him once more.

‘Okay, stay still big boy, you got this.’

With your hands braced you lowered your hips, and after one or two gently bucks, you slipped inside him.

‘MMF—’

Miguel grunted hard, his hands tightening to fists as he adjusted to the size. He squirmed beneath you, bucking slightly as he was filled, but you barely noticed. You were ecstatic, sliding yourself down into that tight, warm space until you bottomed out.

You paused, then, when you were fully fitted inside him, letting him gently adjust while you panted. ‘Ah… you—you okay, babe? You okay?’

His response was unexpected. Miguel was whining.

As you rocked to a halt he started gently pumping his hips up at you, grinding that sweet cock into his spot all while mewling into the sheets.

You were enraptured by the sensation. You could feel it. You could feel him arching and pushing you deeper, the way his tight, warm muscles tensed around you with each pump. Fuck, he was so firm, but so soft at the same time. Your brain was melting. You wanted nothing more than to spread him wide and fucking plough him into a pathetic mess.

‘Fuck- fuck, oh my god- good boy’ you blurted. You felt him whine even harder at the soft praise.

‘Good boy’ you repeated. ‘Good boy, good boy. That’s it.’

You adjusted your mounting stance, with one hand on his back and one hand on his ass, your thumb pressing tight into his glute muscle as you started to move again.

It was hard to control yourself like this. The absolute pleasure of slipping inside him was turning your brain into pure, primal mush. You wanted deeper, harder. Your new shaft craved it.

It felt so fucking good, pinning down this terrifying man and seeing him beg for more. He was so cute with his calloused hands gripping at the sheets and his muscular back coyly arching for more. His soft moans, his pants, his gasps, the way he grit his teeth when you pushed too deep to avoid showing how it ached.

You tried to slow down to give him time to breathe, but he refused. He’d coax you back, the coy slut, by gently pumping his hips until you slipped a little deeper. You caught his eye as you returned to fucking him raw, and you saw that they were gleaming wet.

You started to rock together, gently curving and snapping your hips in a sweet rhythmic dance that pushed you together. You could hear the faint slap of your skin on his ass as you spanked him with each tender penetration, and god it made you weak.

You started to thrust harder. You felt yourself filling him, stretching him, breaking him in. Your panting began to sync up. He was pushing you up against his spot, right where your warm shaft was stimulating every nerve inside him, until he could take it no longer.

With a guttural groan Miguel orgasmed first, his whole body shaking as he ejaculated onto the sheets and across his own belly. You kept hitting him as he did, deliberately drawing back to savour his reaction.

It was something about that, about the joy of suddenly seeing your own cock carefully penetrating him from behind, your pelvis making his ass move each time you hit it, that tipped you over the edge as well. Right in the middle of his orgasm you shuddered into your own.

‘F-FUCKK—’

You pumped in deep and hard as the artificial sensation rippled through your body. You felt yourself throb, you felt your non-existent balls tighten and release as you unloaded spurt after spurt into his quivering body. You felt it pulsing hard before growing weaker, and weaker, until at last you were spent.

‘Mm… mm…’

He was whimpering as you slowed, and you were no better. You collapsed against his back and nestled into his sweaty skin.

‘I love you so much’ you whined.

‘I—love you too’ Miguel panted. ‘I love you too. Ah…’

You took a moment to catch your breath, slowly recovering your strength, before bending down to whisper once more.

'So... you wanna go again, right?'

Miguel's breathy chuckle was unbearably hot.

'Fuck... of course I do.'

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