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museaway · 6 months

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ghostlyfleur · 5 months

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whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

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toruslvt · 23 days

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you and Toji living as a broke couple and he suggests you both start an only fans where he fucks you day and night. it's probably an excuse to fuck you more but the money is always welcome.

#brrr i need him #I'll probably post a drabble soon idk the brain juice is dry sorry to the requests in my inbox #𐙚 ⁞ a little death.#jjk toji smut #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushigro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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OUUH WHAT ABOUT spencer watching her do her makeup, pick out an outfit, get dolled up to go meet his team

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 498.

a/n: AWW OMG writing this actually gave me cavities. this is probably the fluffiest thing i've ever written on this account!! i really tried to get into the mind of our precious bimbo reader, and i feel like i did a pretty good job if i do say so myself! 😏

You always liked to say that you did your best work under pressure, so why in the hell wasn’t your eyeshadow… eyeshadowing?

You looked at yourself in the vanity mirror, your gloss covered lips turned down into a deep frown. The lines caused by your frustration left behind little creases in your carefully laid foundation. You were one more mishap from a total breakdown.

“Spence?” You turn around in your porcelain white chair that completely contrasts the dark coziness that was Spencer’s room.

Tonight was the night that you were going to meet your boyfriend’s team, which in your mind translated to his family. You had met his mom already, and she liked you, so why were you so intimidated? Maybe it was because these people were like your precious boyfriend just twenty times more terrifying.

Tonight had to go well, or you swear that you might just die!

“Yes, sweetheart?” Spencer responds from behind the book he had his nose buried in. He had been resting against the headboard, the lower half of his body relaxed and his legs were stretched out carelessly. The advantage of being a human string-bean, you supposed.

“Does my makeup look okay?”

Your exasperated tone in your voice forced his eyes away from the page and onto yours.

He was surprised by the light tones of eyeshadow you had picked, they were a lot different from the bold pink, purples, and blues. That could only mean one thing.

“There’s no need to be anxious, honey. You look beautiful.”

Usually, you were very susceptible to Spencer’s praise, often turning bashful and shy, as well as giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl. Nope, not today. Today felt like not even the sweetest of hymns could bring you down from your anxiety ridden stupor.

“Really? Because I don’t know about the color… I feel like the eyeliner makes it look clumpy.”

Spencer Reid was trained for this, if the hours of cosmetology research he had done counted for something. Why you may ask? Well, the first time you had asked him about your makeup was when you two had first started dating, and it had unfortunately gone a little bit like this:

“Does this look okay?”

“It looks fine, angel.”

“Oh God, I should just start over, shouldn’t I?”

“That’s not what I said.”

Spencer smiles fondly, “It doesn’t look clumpy at all. In fact I think the dark and light colors complement each other well, they make your eyes look large and enchanting.”

And just like that, all of your apprehension melts away. “Oh, good!” You all but cheer.

He watches with a lovesick smile on his face as you pull out outfit-after-outfit from the closet – that’s really more yours than it is his – with an excited grin.

“How about this one?”

Spencer knows he’s in for a long night; with his book long forgotten, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that you have an hour before you guys have to leave.

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maiiuelle · 4 days

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as we all know, jj is not a fan of cops. so, you can imagine how angry he’d be getting a call that you’re locked up.

it's sort of a game of telephone actually. you called kiara from the jail, pleading with her not to tell jj knowing how he'd react. but, with her parents grounding her from any more involvement in pogue business, she didn't really have a choice. so, she told pope, who immediately told jj.

luckily, your offense wasn't serious, you'd been having a bad day already and decided to go on an innocent bike ride. jj was kind enough to have slipped a joint into your backpack for an occasion like this, which you happily lit up to get your mind off of everything. your mistake was riding through the rich side of the island, some kook must've seen you and called the station to complain about who-knows-what, and the smell of weed sticking to your skin made it easier for shoupe to find you. you complied, letting him haul you in the back of his cruiser while he lectured you about drug possession and public intoxication. must be a slow day.

now you're sat in the lobby of the police station, hands bound together in metal cuffs, resting in your lap. you're barely high anymore, the light feeling in your head replaced by irritation. you hear jj before you see him, and the sound of his booming voice makes your heart sink.

"where d'ya even have her? huh, plumb?" you squeeze your eyes shut, the heat of his anger growing closer and closer.

"you need to relax, maybank." she hisses, rounding the corner before him and stopping at the sight of you. she crosses her arms, almost amused. "she's right here."

your blonde boyfriend stomps in after her, wide eyes searching the room before landing on you. he's disheveled, clearly having been in a rush to get here. you don't know what to do other than to stare back at him doe eyed. deputy plumb comes to your side and hoists you to stand with a hand on your arm, spinning you roughly so she can start to unlock the cuffs.

“alright—let’s make this quick.” shoupe’s voice draws everyone’s attention, a stack of papers in his hands that he offers to jj. “i’m doin’ her a favor, just a written warning.”

jj snatches the papers from him, superficially looking them over and then using them to point at the deputy. “you’re outta your mind, shoupe. i can’t believe—“

“i suggest—“ shoupe cuts him off, and jj’s jaw clenches. “—you kids get on home now. we’ve got some real work to do.”

deputy plumb lets you go, clipping the cuffs to her belt and nudging you toward jj. “and keep the dope on the cut.” you look back at her, keeping your mouth shut as you slink over to jj’s side.

“can count on kildare P.D., ain’t that right?” jj keeps his eyes on the officers, face red with anger as he adjusts his hat and starts walking toward the door. you stick close to him, feeling better attached to his side even if he’s angrier than you’ve ever seen him. “pickin’ on teenage girls — real tough, shoupe. pretty sure y’all got bigger fish to fry, maybe focus on that.”

on the way out of the station, he’s silent. he doesn’t look at you or say a word until you reach the twinkie, where john b is sitting patiently in the driver’s seat. you feel real bad now, realizing you brought everyone into this mess that you could have easily avoided. jj stops at the front of the van, and you follow suit, anxiously biting your lip.

“jayj, i really didn’t mean to cause a whole—“

“nobody’s upset, sugar. relax.” he takes a second to look you over, running his hands down your arms and scanning over your body. “didn’t rough you up in there, did they?”

you shake your head. “oh, no. i’m fine.”

“good.” he brushes your hair over your shoulder, letting his hand linger by your jaw to pull you into a kiss. “least y’got a little street cred now, huh?” a warm smile spreads across his face. you’re relieved, in the end really grateful that your boyfriend came to save the day.

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lafleshlumpeater · 2 months

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Luke Castellan x Daughter of Dionysus reader? The show version of Dionysus was funny and I just want to know how the whole interactions would go

i loved this request, thanks sm for sending it in!! i actually haven't watched the show, so if this is inaccurate i'm v sorry </3

warnings: mentions of eating and drinking (no alcohol), fem!reader, established relationship, mild PDA, nickname

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Your boyfriend lovingly nuzzles his nose into your temple from where he's sitting next to you. “Your dad is giving me looks,” he whispers. Your lips pull upwards at Luke’s antics, rolling your eyes and looking over at your father at where he’s sitting next to Chiron. He’s trying to be subtle, you’ll give him that, but there’s nothing implicit about the way he’s eyeing your boyfriend in an attempt at being suavely menacing. With his leopard- print shirt, pot belly and an aluminium Coca- Cola can he’s gripping so hard it’s beginning to crumple, it’s not working.

You take a bite into your wrap. “He is.”

“He’s scaring me.”

This elicits a snort from you, choking slightly on a cucumber chunk. “Luke Castellan, one of the most intimidating campers at Camp Half- Blood, is scared of my dad? The god of wine?”

Luke whines in protest through a sip of water. “Yeah, the god of wine. Imagine, if, like, he got drunk and… I don’t know, whacked me around the head with a baseball bat.”

You snort. “What? Babe, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know your name.”

Your boyfriend pouts. “That makes me feel so much better.”

“Baby.” Luke rolls his eyes playfully, relishing in the banter the two of you have managed to maintain throughout your relationship. But his momentary glee is cut short when he realises Dionysus has risen from the table, disposing of his empty can and making his way over to where the two of you are sitting. Panicked, he nudges you.

“He’s coming,” Luke indiscreetly whisper- screams, as if you hadn’t noticed already.

“Relax, nothing’s gonna happen,” you murmur back. You were sure of it. Mostly.

“Luis,” your father greets, suddenly next to the two of you. Luke swallows, afraid to correct him. You’re milliseconds from letting out a laugh aloud.

“Dad, it’s Luke.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Yes. Lucas. That’s what I said.”

You can’t help but purse your lips, both from suppressing an entertained chortle and half in contempt for your father’s annoying penchant of feinting at carelessness for every camper who wasn’t you. Honestly, you were surprised he didn’t give you the same treatment sometimes.

“Well, Lucas, it has come to my attention you are dating my daughter.” He nods towards you; you cringe. If he was about to give Luke the ‘take care of my daughter or else’ talk, you were going to run away and never come back.

Luke nods, gulping. “Yes. Sir.”

Trying to save him and yourself from embarrassment, you intervene. “Dad. Please.”

“Oh no, no,” he insists. “I just wanted to have a quick word and say that… the two of you look quite happy. And I’m proud of the two of you.” He turns to the shell- shocked boy beside you. “But I have to mention, young man, if anything changes-”

“Okay dad!” You shoot him a ‘please stop’ look disguised in a beaming grin which he’s on the receiving end of too many times to be oblivious to. “Thank you! You can go now!”

Finally, he wanders off again, muttering under his breath. You catch little of it, something about how ‘teenagers nowadays’ and ‘so ungrateful’.

You turn to Luke; he’s already looking at you with an incredulous look on his face. “What… just happened?”

Like a ticking time bomb, your laughter finally escapes, Luke quickly joining you.

Dionysus looks on, back in his seat next to Chiron, hiding a satisfied smile behind a glass bottle of Coke.

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bruisedboys · 10 months

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miguel o’hara x fem!spidergirl!reader

I’m on my period so this is really just self indulgent but all I can think about is miguel being worried abt you when you’re on your period!!!!

first of all, you don’t show up for a briefing in his office, which is weird because you always show up, even if it’s just to see him. miguel shrugs it off, maybe you’re busy, maybe you’re with your friends, maybe you’ve decided you hate him. it’s only when it’s lunch time and he braves the cafeteria but can’t see you anywhere that he really starts to get worried. you unfortunately love the cafeteria food. miguel hates it but sits with you while you eat, anyway.

he decides he should probably call you, or ask lyla for your whereabouts. he goes with the latter because you never answer your phone. lyla reports that by the location of your multiverse watch, you’re in miguel’s quarters, which are really his and yours by now.

when miguel enters the room he finds you on his bed, half dead or maybe worse.

“cariño.” miguel drops to his knees at your side, all attempts to hide how much he cares for you forgotten. “I’ve been looking for you all day. what’s the matter? are you sick?”

you mumble something into the pillows that sounds vaguely like “m’cramping.” miguel clocks the painkillers on the bedside table, your hands clutching your stomach, remembers how you’d burst into tears over lunch two days ago for no apparent reason, and says, “oh.”

work goes on hold for the rest of the day. miguel spends it coaxing you out of bed, into the hot shower where he shuts his eyes while you get in, not because he hasn’t seen it before but because he knows you probably want privacy right now. then he gets you back into bed with comfy clothes and a glass of water. you’re grumpy and unwilling the whole time but miguel tries to make it better by giving you an abundance of kisses between each task. he supposes this is how it feels for you to take care of him normally, except he doesn’t get a period, he’s just grumpy by default. his fondness for you multiples tenfold.

once you’re back in bed it’s your turn to beg, though it doesn’t take much for him to climb in next to you, let you rest your head on his shoulder and guide his big hands to your aching stomach. he gets at least twenty incoming calls on his watch from multiple spider-people wondering where he is. he switches it off after the twentieth and decides he’ll deal with it all tomorrow. besides, you’ve fallen asleep on him, your face squished into his shoulder and your hands resting on top of his, and he really wouldn’t like to know what would happen if he woke you up.

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rafesmuse · 6 months

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And how do you think jj maybank would act in the relationship with that Kook girl?

- xoxo, Anonymous's Step-Mom

soooo caring oh my god. takes care of you like you’re a porcelain doll. always makes sure you’re okay, because he knows you aren’t used to the wild life he and the other pogues have.

“you okay, sweet girl? are you hurt?” “j, I’m fine” “you can tell me if-“ “j! I said i’m fine!” “sorry mamas, just checkin’”

he would also joke a lot about you being his sugar mommy since you buy everything for him, which he hates by the way but he can’t stop you. you already got your card out before he even realises, giving him everything he wants or need.

“damn. can’t believe i got my own sugar mommy” “stop it j, i’m your girlfriend that just likes taking care of you” “exactly. you’re the mommy that’s got the sugar!”

very protective. whenever a guy looks at you he immediately slides his arm around your waist and keeps you close to him. is wary of every guy that even looks your way.

all daydreams

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rissouu · 3 months

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Can you do a story with plugony about him and his gf doing a drop off together because she begged to be there with him and one of his female clients start to flirt with her right in front of him and what his reaction would be ?

I. GOT. YOU. LET. ME. COOK.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat as ony went back and forth with some girl through the window. earlier, you had begged him to let you ride around with him to make drops and surprisingly he let you.

usually the overprotective man would say ‘no, i don’t want you around all `dat’ but he wanted to be in your presence right now, so fuck it.

you casually scrolled through your phone— not paying the two any mind. ony was a popular dealer so of course he’d have to deal with female clients as well, you didn’t mind it. but, they did get out of hand at times.

“c’mon bro you knew an eighth was gon’ be thirty, i been told you dat’.” ony was fed up with the annoying girl, she kept asking for him to lower the price. which he wasn’t going to since he let her know how much it was before hand, and she was okay with it.

now she was fucking with his time and his money, shit he never took lightly.

“onyyy don’t be like that.. maybe i can repay you in other ways?” she took one glance at you and cockily smiled, she knew what she was doing. her hands slipped through the car window in an attempt to touch his chest.. but before she could even do so the man slapped her hand away.

“oh this bitch got me-“ you leaned up from your seat—already preparing to whip some ass. evidently you didn’t want to cause ony to lose any clients but, oh fucking well. you weren’t going to let her disrespect you without retaliating, period.

as soon as you reached for the door ony locked it, placing his hand on your thigh in an attempt to cool you down.

“no ony cause she need her ass beat, ion know why she playing wit’ me!” one stern look and a rough squeeze to your thigh was all it took for you to hush. you were still heated of course but it wasn’t worth making your man upset, he didn’t like you fighting at all. you were too pretty for it, honestly.

“i got it mama, let daddy handle it. ight?” you reluctantly nodded before sitting back in your comfortable position. because if your man said he’d handle it, then he would.

ony chuckled lowly while grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, sitting it on the dashboard so that the girl would see it.

“you see my girl sitting right here dawg.. fuck is you playin’ for?” the girl watched him with nothing but pure fear in her eyes as he slowly picked up the gun— aiming it to her head.

“you played wit’ my time.. my money.. and my girl,” ony grinned before nodding his head towards you which took her attention off of him and onto you..

“ain’t she pretty?” instead of answering verbally the girl decided on a simple nod, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or just scared for her life.

“fuck wit’ her again and you dead, now gimmie my thirty broke ass girl”

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ghostlyfleur · 6 months

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hiii idk if ur taking requests rn, but i’ve been thinking heavilyyy about steve harrington walking into his innocent!best friends room to find her fucking herself w her hairbrush and i feel like you’d do that story justice <3

18+ mdni. smut.

steve’s always thought about his sweet best friend in less than innocent scenarios, but actually seeing it happen? he couldn’t breathe, his cock was suffocating in his tight jeans, his palm started to sweat, and he couldn’t help but let a groan come out. quite loudly.

because there you were, his innocent angel, clearly trying to ease one of your hairbrushes into your wet cunt. steve immediately thought of how small the handle was compared to his cock, and how you’d whine and whimper and moan and grab at him once he started fucking you, ‘cause you were clearly struggling with the brush and steve couldn’t imagine how tight you’d be if that little thing was a challenge for you.

but your eyes snapped his way once he let his needy noise leave his lips, trying to understand if you were still only daydreaming about your best friend while you touched yourself and if he was really there, watching you, and your hands stopped with a surprised look on your face once you realized that yes, he was there. squeezing at his cock over his pants. your lips parted, still breathing heavily and eyes wide. steve could see you retreating into yourself, a second away from hiding from him, but your eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants and how big it looks, and you moaned. you fucking moaned and he couldn’t help but step in your bedroom, and like your brain finally caught up to you, you threw the brush to the floor and put a pillow over your lap, ready to apologize, “‘s okay, sweet girl. d’you want help with that? hm? lemme take care of my girl, yeah?”

you nodded.

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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please MORE KÖNIG X READER !! you write him so well it actually makes me feral. maybe smthn like sitting on his lap and getting your groove on, then the rest of the squad enters the room while könig is buried deep inside you 🫣 just a THOUGHT OK BYE

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Public sex, mentions of riding, orgasm denial, voice kink, possessiveness, being caught

This is bad.

This is really, really bad.

You hear them as they come in- muffled voices and boots thumping on the back stoop of the safehouse, the aged wooden door groaning as it swings open. They shuffle inside, trading conversation in weary German as they linger in the back hallway. The metal clink of gear, the groans of tired soldiers echo out into the main room where you sit.

Where you sit on top of König, with his shaft still balls deep inside you.

Motherfu-

Your eyes dart wildly to your superior officer, aghast with mortification. You can’t speak, can’t move, can hardly think with panic. His eyes seem to mirror yours for a moment, but as the footsteps of the other soldiers draw near he shifts, reaching for a worn blanket at the other end of the couch. As he moves he shifts inside you, heavy and full and warm-

You slap a hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens to escape, body sinking into him and eyes closing, shoulders shivering-

König manages to drape the blanket over you both, hissing instructions in quick German you’re just barely able to parse.

“Sleep!”

You follow the order instantly, collapsing against his chest and turning your much too warm face away from the entryway just as the squad begins to filter in.

They stop, however, upon seeing the sight of you both before them. With you braced on König’s front, arms tucked up along his chest, and König leaning back into the arm of the couch, your form splayed atop him.

The chatter stops.

The blanket is secure over you both, hiding any indication of your…other activities beneath bunched fabric. Still, the position is…intimate to say the least, no doubt a shock to your squad members who suspected you of having a relationship but never found any evidence to confirm it.

You stay completely still, forcing slow, even breaths to mimic the indication of sleep despite your wildly fluttering heartbeat. You think perhaps they might hear it, might realize exactly what is going on.

“Report.” König demands, and his next in command splutters before offering a brief, concise description of the recon mission they were just deployed on. He doesn’t dare mention your sleeping form, not when König’s tone commands nothing less than complete attention, utter respect for his authority.

Still, you hear the soldier trail off, eyes wandering to you, to the undeniably close position you are both in.

You don’t dare shift, but the mere realization of the compromising situation you’re in can’t help but make you tense, and then clench.

König’s hand tenses on your hip, the only indication he’s felt you. Yet hidden under the blanket the grip is close to bruising, digging into the meat of your side and making your face scrunch from where it’s turned away.

You can’t help it, you shiver.

Inside you, you feel König’s cock twitch. Hot, heavy, it forces your cunt to stretch around him, clinging slick and snug to his girth. The lack of friction has poisoned the growing heat in your belly, the pressure of it rising heady and salacious inside you. You want to chase it down, force yourself back on his cock and reign back your waning pleasure but you can’t, not with your squad eyeing your feigning sleeping form.

You shift, just an inch. Tucking your hips back against his and your face burns with the lewdness of it all, at the way König fills you so wholly, so completely there’s room for little else except the waxing, wet, covetous pleasure between you.

König’s hand grips your thigh.

Don’t.

You bite your lip to keep from whining, wanting little else than to sink your teeth into his chest, still clad in his favorite dark, black shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

You clench around him again, forcing your muscles to contract and holding the gasp that bubbles up your throat at the pleasure that spikes through you with the release. Wordlessly, you signal to him, heedless of your comrades.

Please.

A tap, two fingers on your hip bone.

Soon.

Despite your need you force yourself to settle, sinking further into his body even with your entire form coiled like a spring, energy pent up in every fiber, every cell. All the while König discusses the mission with his second in command in low, serious tones.

It forces another small shiver out of you, the way you can hear his voice dip and rumble with your ear pressed to his chest. Only minutes ago it had choked your name in a high, reedy whine, begging for you to sink down on him and offer the relief he so desperately sought.

“Mercy, meine Liebe. Please-!”

Now it speaks with authority, his voice rasping low in his native tongue. The words echo and ricochet in his chest, with your ear pressed there.

He shifts abruptly, scooting you higher on his form and you have to bite down hard on a groan as the head of him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled in the softness of you. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden you flinch, face scrunching as you contain a whine of need. Entire form coiled tight, you try to not tremble atop him, shoulder shaking as a wave of velvety, coiling warmth spreads from the core of you, up along your hips and spine. It ghosts across your shoulders as your heart races, tries to climb up your throat with a lecherous, forbidden moan.

Fuck-

Worse yet, König’s hand grounds you, guides you, forcing you to grind yourself down on his length with the molten tip of him braced against your g-spot.

You can only cling to him, breathe through it as he keeps you there, refusing to let you budge from the unrelenting, scorching thickness of him.

You want to sob as you flutter helplessly around him, the wet center of you gripping him in a velvety embrace. When you clench, pulse around him it’s completely involuntary, a reaction built off the pure desire he stokes inside you. His hand tightens on your hip and it only feeds that flame, his grip to the point of pain and yet delicious, intoxicating in the way only he is.

The others in the squad have wandered off now. You can hear them in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, milling around the apartment in any room except the one where you both are.

You know their faces, their names. Young and fresh, they don’t have his experience, his strength, the history of scars you’ve kissed along his stomach, his arms, his shoulders. It doesn’t stop them from trying to flirt with you, the pretty medic that patches them when they’ve run into trouble. They moon over you, tease you, let their hands brush against your shoulders.

König sees it, sees their bright eyes and fixed stares. You know he does, even as you brush off their advances and dedicate yourself only to him. It’s only behind closed doors do you let him remind you of how you belong to him, only him.

“You’re mine.” He tells you, grunting in your ear. “They can’t have you, not the way I can.”

After all, it’s him who’s inside you right now, him who’s holding you steady, him whose voice rumbles deep and low in your ear.

He’s an elixir, a potion, one that glides across and into the core of you, coaxes your own molten desire into an echoing crescendo that shakes the very foundations of you.

You nearly shudder with relief when König dismisses his sergeant, only to suck in a sharp gasp when he bucks into you, unrestrained. His voice purrs into your ear, drowning out the sounds of other men beyond the realm of you and him.

“I almost wanted them to see.” He confesses abruptly, grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him once more. You bury your head in his chest, shaking at the twisting, curling pleasure that climbs inside you without reprieve. “To let them know you’re mine.”

“K-König please-” You choke, voice hardly a whisper as your nose bumps the underside of his jaw, pressing into his hood.

“I know, I know Schatz.” He murmurs back, voice caught in his throat. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

You know he will. It’s all he’s ever done. Your guardian, your mentor, your protector, your poison-

Your beloved.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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hey i love your work so much!! i was wondering if you could do something where hotch gets lingerie for the reader. and the reader is like mmm no maybe not.. but hotch is like please just try it on to see if you like it?

reader is like ok, so they put it on and they are stilly kinda hesitant but when hotch sees them he is like star struck and… ya know shows them how pretty they are!! and he just praises the reader, maybe they do it in front of a mirror 🫣🫣

i think it would be cute, but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want, sorry if this is all over the place it was just a stream of consciousness!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

— pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

— summary: to aaron, buying you lingerie was an act of love, to you, it was something new.

— warnings: lingerie wearing (obviously), slight body insecurity, illusions to mirrors being used for future... unsavory acts, kissing, heavy petting, praise, heavy kissing.

— wc: 745

⋆ a/n: hello hun!! i'm so glad you like my work and sorry that this isn't as detailed as you probably would have liked. funny enough i couldn't find space to fit actual smut in there, but never fear! it is still as equally spicy and fun!

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“What the fuck is that?”

Aaron held up a piece of lingerie that looked more like pieces of string and lace were sewn together than any actual cloth.

“Lingerie, honey.” He said with a deep chuckle. “And you want me to wear… that?” You questioned in disbelief. “That would be ideal, yes.”

There was a wince on your face as you continued to stare at the dark red thing. “Yeah… no. Absolutely not.” You crossed your arms. “Sweetheart, you don't even know if you won't like it.”

“No, I know I don't like it. How about you just see me naked?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I would like it very much if you were to try it on.”

Your eyes flickered from his to the bundle of lace.

Now, it wouldn't be fair to say no, because Aaron has indulged in many of your fantasies over the years, and he barely asks for anything, as well as always focuses on your pleasure. If you said no he'd drop the conversation entirely, he was never one to pressure.

You could see it in the burning of his irises that he wanted to see you in the lingerie, and he would never steer you wrong and pick something ugly. Oh God, just thinking about him going into a place like Victoria's Secret made your cheeks heat up.

With one final glance you sighed, sticking out your hand. “Fine, but I'm doing this just because I love you and… because I want to.”

He walked up and handed you it, pulling you into his side to give you a kiss on your head. “Thank you.” You just hummed before disappearing into the bathroom.

Oh you looked like a fucking clown.

You knew this would be no good. This was not flattering at all, at least in your eyes. You cringed, tugging at the straps that dug into your arms uncomfortably. You had never felt so… unsure sexually before.

“Aaron, I look ridiculous.”

“I'm sure you look great.”

“Did this thing not come with a robe?” You couldn't help but ask, because the outfit felt like it was missing something.

“It did.”

“And where might it be?”

“With me.”

“You're such a bastard.” You mumbled to yourself.

You took a deep breath to ease your nerves.

“Alright, I'm coming out, but if you laugh at me, I'm going to kill you.”

“In what world would I laugh at you?” He was right, you were being nervous and irrational and — God, you've never done this before. Was it hot in here? Were you sweating?

Stepping out of the bathroom was one thing, but Aaron staring at you speechless was a whole other can of worms.

You shifted anxiously in your spot as he approached you, his large hand cupping your cheek. His calloused thumb rubbed the hot skin of it softly.

“You look breathtaking.” His voice was strained. The other hand that wasn't cradling your face landed on your naked hip. He squeezed the fat of it, a light shiver shooting up his back at the feeling of the fat spilling through his fingers.

Your body thrums with excitement, your last hesitation slowly melting off of you.

“You think so?” You ask shyly. “I know so.” Aaron confirms with that warm, comforting voice of his. He connects your lips together and a light, surprised gasp exits your mouth. Your hands shoot-out to hold his strong biceps.

His lips molded themselves firmly onto yours, tongue exploring your mouth with desperate fervor. It was like he was trying to consume you, and a new type of fire burned in his veins. It was a rabid kind of need that threatened every part of him that was a gentleman.

You pushed away from him to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your eyes fall on the mirror hanging on the well next to where you guys are standing and you groan.

“Ugh, Aaron…” You whine in embarrassment, burying your head into his hard chest. “Don’t be ashamed of yourself, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous.” You groan in embarrassment. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Because I mean it. I love all of you.”

“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you, Hotchner?”

“As much as I like sweet talking you, I like having you in my bed more.” He locked your lips again, nosy hands massaging and gripping at the chub exposed by the two-piece.

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pinkmirth · 4 months

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himbo reiner and bimbo reader hmmm?

HIMBO!REINER x BIMBO!READER (black coded)

the cuuutest duo, they would be! they’re both so openly affectionate and giggly with each other, it would be the most adorable display. himbo!rei’s always in tight tees or tanks that make it easy to flex his thick biceps, and his precious girl is never seen without a short frilly skirt, bubblegum-pink heels, flattering push-up bras, lacy tank tops, or all of the above. he loves kissing her glossed lips; they taste like candy. the sweetest thing, she is. he unashamedly displays his feelings for her, as he wears his heart on his sleeve. that man’s gonna gush about his girlfriend all. the. time! his friends on the football team are just about sick of him. reiner doesn’t care, though. you’re forever on his mind, and he can’t bring himself to hide it. not to mention that he’s the kindest boyfriend the universe could bless you with! his arms are always wrapped around your waists, smothering your face with kisses, treating you like nothing short of a princess ❤︎ rei-rei’s an enthusiastic lover, same as bimbo!reader, bracelet-clad arms thrown around his neck to pull him in for a sugary smooch. those manicured hands of yours are always looped around his firm arm, or rubbing down his broad chest. reiner loves having you this close, especially because you smell like heaven. smooth, brown-hued skin hinted with traces of— vanilla, is it? maybe strawberry? or cotton candy? his replies to your adoring touchiness are usually laughs of flattery, cheeks dusted pink at your sweet affection. the both of you may be a little . . . airheaded, sure, but it’s only ‘cause your minds are clouded with pure love >.<

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König publicly swore to his team if he ever met the Ghost in person he would wrestle him on site. When Ghost heard the rumor he loudly bragged that he could win in 5 minutes.

The 2 teams meet for a shared mission and these legends lock eyes for the first time in front of both teams. And immediately start acting like rival bull moose. Literally crashing heads like rams trying to pin each other to the ground. No finesse no words no posturing just grunting and wrestling like they gotta prove something. Idiot college fuckboi jock style.

All the on lookers are just 😐. Horangi is confused but not, gaz is struggling to comprehend, soap is stoked, and price is filing for retirement as it all goes down.

Turns out the 2 legends are pretty evenly matched and they are beyond pissed about it. An hour in and they are no closer to a victor. The teams now have a betting pool going and price has called Kate to convince her to accept his resignation right now please, I can't do this anymore.

-sorry this is long. It got away from me a little

Everyone thought it was a joke, that the rumor circulating about KorTac’s colonel wanting to wrestle 141’s Ghost upon first meeting, it couldn’t possibly be real. But it was, to Ghost at least. He wanted it to be real, he wanted the infamous Konig wanting to challenge him to a test of strength. It was a ego boost, it made him even more annoying.

“It’s not real, LT. Why would the colonel want to fight you?”

“Wrestle, Garrick! He sees me as a challenge!”

“Hmm, right…”

Soap wasn’t helping the situation, he was also convinced the rumor was true… or he wanted Ghost to go pick a fight with Konig, Gaz wasn’t sure which one it was, honestly. Price was only partially bothered by it, maybe because he believed it was just Ghost fucking around and that he actually wouldn’t go head to head with the colonel.

If only that was the case.

The chance of running into KorTac’s colonel while on the field was extremely low, but it still happened. Both teams froze in shock at the appearance of the other, and Konig immediately looked at Ghost before shoving his gun into the arms of the closest operator. The excitement that took Ghost as he all but threw his gun at Gaz before charging Konig.

“This isn’t fucking happening.”

It was. Ghost was currently trying to overpower Konig who was trying to throw him to the ground. The KorTac men and women just blinked before a couple took their phone out and started recording. Gaz wasn’t sure how to feel, just watching Ghost all too eagerly take on a literal mountain of a killing machine like a kid on Christmas while Soap cheered him on loudly.

Oh, Price walked off, too. Lovely.

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eddie only lets you touch his hair. and if someone else does he gets upset I feel.

fr!! hes very particular about who gets to touch his hair. he’s such a dork I love him

fem!reader

eddie finds a knot in his hair at hellfire, and it’s driving him crazy but he can’t get it out himself for the life of him. dustin notices his aggravation and is like dude here. let me and eddie yells at him and slaps his hands away. but then when you come to pick him up from club, he’s pushing himself into your chest, arms around your waist, all whiny. babe :( I got a knot again :(( will you get it out for me?

unfortunately dustin and co are also leaving club and see the whole thing. you getting eddie to sit on a bench as you stand over him. you running your fingers through eddie’s hair gentle as ever, working at the stubborn knot until it’s gone. eddie practically melting under your touch. the sticky, sappy thank you kiss he gives you.

poor eddie doesn’t hear the end of it. complaints of that’s disgusting, dude and why’d you let her touch your hair and not me? it’s childish, eddie thinks. they’re just jealous they don’t have a pretty girl to get knots out of their hair like he does.

#𖦹 aerial!#idk if I did this ask justice but it’s been sitting in my inbox since forever so I just wanted to get something out #I maybe might write a blurb about eddie’s hair just 4 fun tho #ღ eds #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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