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[Part 3] If I meant something to you.

toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Here's Part 1 and Part 2 hehehe enjoy ;> Word Count: 5k trigger warning: drugging. viewer discretion is adviced.

Dating Simon reminded you of the British economy, constant fluctuations.

He would stay over at your flat, shower you with wet kisses, and the next day he'd walk right past you as if you didn't exist.

It felt like at times Simon did really love you. He listened you to, he brushed and plaited your hair post sex, but sometimes it's like his brain would switch and his behaviour would mimic that of a ghost.

Though it been nearly 3 months since he'd popped that question in the car, you often found yourself regretting your decision.

"I do like him...but I mean- it's just, he doesn't like me back you know? Sometimes I wake up and he's just staring at me like I've just told him I've killed his dog. I mean, he doesn't have a dog I don't think, but if he did, he'd prefer the dog over me, y'know.

I don't even know why I said yes that day. I mean, he's the first real guy that's actually shown interest in me. Maybe that's why I crave his attention so much. He makes me actually enjoy being with my family, if that's so hard to believ-"

"With all due disrespect, d'ya know you?" Your neighbour answers finally.

You stare back, blood rushing to your face, "I literally live next door to you. I smile at you before I leave for work every morning-"

"So, there's nothing wrong with your face?

"What? You know me- and I'm talking about Simon, he's next door to me too..."

"What?"

"You know skull face..."

"Who?"

"Tall buff dude, y'know."

"Huh?

"Riley-"

"Oh, the guy with the big dick."

You choke on your saliva, "What- How? Um..."

"Military dude yeah? The fit blonde? Yeah, he's big, if you get what I'm saying, virgin."

You furrow your eyebrows, words trailing off, "No I'm not...I'm sorry, how'd you know..."

"Yeah, he's fucked like everyone in this building, girl. Why d'ya think he doesn't come to the flat meetings? 'Cos then he'd be surrounded by all the people he's stuck his dick in, duh." She states like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Guy comes in, drinks a bit, and runs out."

"...I thought it was because he was nervous to see....me?" At this point, you don't know if you're telling your neighbour or asking her.

"Oh girl don't be delusional, you ain't no Beyonce. Anyway, been a while since I got that dick. Let 'im know next time you see 'im." She winks at you before, hobbling off with her walking stick.

"Yeah...sure...wait- Mrs Brenda, you're like 65... AND MARRIED-"

When the 3rd month anniversary mark finally reached, Simon decided to treat you to an expensive meal at a luxurious restaurant.

And by that I mean, 6 McNuggets at Maccies.

"They're cold, babe." He complains, slouching across you, one leg bent and propped on his seat.

Yes, Simon. Because you spent 15 minutes arguing with the worker for an extra packet of mayo. But you refrained yourself from saying that, in case you'd anger him further.

"So how's the task force?"

You've learnt very little about Simon, one part that stuck out to you was that the people he was closest to was his team in the military, naming his Captain John Price, who seemed to pop up in every conversation the two of you had.

"You got that 'lil mustache on yer face again."

"Excuse me?"

"Nah babe, it's cute. Reminds me of Captain's."

It hurt even more when he showed you a picture of John Price and you're face to face with a middle aged man with a full grown beard, who's being compared to the peach fuzz on your upper lip.

"Team's good." He sighs out of exhaustion. "Soap's engaged now, y'know."

You smile, mind suddenly racing to the thought of Simon proposing to you, but you shake it away, oddly cringing at the thought.

"'Old man's thinking of getting transferred to the States. Finally..."

The thought of Simon being jealous over his Captain was always a hidden theory for you. He'd mention it so frequently, it was as if he was keeping tabs on his superior, bringing it up at every moment at his signs of weakness. And when he'd compare Price to you, it was never in a positive light, rather one where it felt like he was looking down at Price, but through you.

You wondered if Simon had a superiority complex, and maybe that's why he'd chosen a little naive lamb like you, to project all of his insecurities onto you.

I mean, you're not gonna do anything about it are you? Nah, you're gonna take it like the good little girl you are.

I mean you are right now- literally.

His dick is cramped right in your pussy, his rounded tip rapidly kissing at your cervix. His chapped lips crash against yours, but you can't seem to ignore the faint taste of his Big Mac through his mouth.

"Can tell your cunt likes that, 'lil slut." He seethes out, through inconsistent breaths. You can barely hear him, through the sound of your sweaty bodies colliding and the ringing through your head.

You hum uncomfortably. It was gonna be a long night.

The following weekend, you find yourself spending eons getting dolled up for a get together at the base. You decorated your face with a bold smokey eye, paired with a lined red lip, only to be mocked by Simon.

"Red? We're going to base, not the circus."

So you take off the lipstick. And the eye makeup. In fact, even when you changed from a tight black pencil skirt to a matching sweatshirt and joggers combination, you still find yourself being berated by Simon.

"Getting kinda lazy with the clothes huh, love?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows towards you.

Is he for real?

Grunting in response, you look out the window, shoving your headphones in, grateful for the noise cancelling feature so you wouldn't have to sit through Simon's mouth breathing throughout the journey.

The meeting itself was as awkward as imagined. The moment the pair of you entered the room, Simon decided to detach his arm wrapped around your shoulder and immediately brisk walk to the nearest woman possible. If he was trying to fool his team to thinking he was single...boy was he good at it.

Being left out in an unfamiliar space was unfortunately not too foreign for you, and you quickly found solace by the water fountain, sipping on a plastic cup of lukewarm water.

"Bored, eh?"

You jump, having zoned out.

You turn to a man you've seen oh so many times on Simon's phone.

"Captain John Price?" You smile.

"The one and only, lass. My, a pair of sweatpants. Priorising comfort, are we?" He jokes, lightly.

"Were you expecting lingerie?"

"Pretty either way." He chuckles, and you eye the way his eyes squint as he smiles, and the smile lines painting his cheeks. You shouldn't be looking at your boyfriend's competition captain this way.

You're at peace with John. You find yourself opening up about yourself, something you now know you couldn't truly do around Simon. John cared about what you said, reacting to every joke you dropped here and there, unlike Simon, who plays connect the dots with your forehead blemishes as you rant passionately.

John chuckles, "Oh God. Work sounds intense."

You hum, admiring his laughter, which cuts off to the sound of a loud buzzing (buttplug?) coming from his back pocket. He excuses himself from the conversation, but you can't help but eavesdrop.

"John Price speaking. Yes. Uh huh-what? Another soldier? Same substance? Christ's sake...Doctor's got a name? Succiny- Succinylc- what? Okay, okay. I'm coming, gimme 20 minutes-what, now? I'm...busy" He turns to flash you a small smile, "Okay, fine. Dammit."

"You okay, seemed urgent?"

He dramatically sighs, "We both got work problems...There's been a...how do i say this...another one of our soldiers have been getting drugged?" It sounds more of a question than an answer, "We think it's some sort of new drug on the black market, and now that our enemy's have a hold of it, our soldiers...fuck, getting drugged left, right and centr- Sorry, um, unauthorized information..." He trails off, realising he's said too much.

You're ears perk up, "Drugs? What are the um, symptoms?" You can't help but be curious.

John looks around, as if to check if anyone was listening to the conversation, though most people are hammered on hardcore liquor and cigarettes. He lowers his voice, "Starts off with headaches, nausea, then there's seizures...worst case scenario is paralysis. Gotten 4 of our soldiers already, poor men, had to be medically dismissed...."

You hum, silently and unsure of what to reply with. If you were attempting to flirt with John, the mood had definitely dissipated.

"But hey, listen. You ever need a change of pace, a better job, you can call me." He grabs your hand, and messily writes his phone number with a biro, winking before he leaves.

Maybe you will call him.

As the sky becomes darker and the clock strikes past 9 P.M., you find yourself walking outside the building, searching for Simon.

"...annoying."

Huh? You peer over the corner to overhear the conversation. Was that Simon?

"..follows me around a sad 'lil shit."

Was he talking about you?

You catch a quick glance, confirming that it was indeed a drunk Simon, with who you believe was Soap.

"Her mum's hotter, too. All over me." Simon boasts, whipping out his phone, presumably to show them a picture of your mother, as it sparks a 'milf alert' comment from Soap.

"...nothing compared to her. She's like a doormat."

You look at Simon, and for a second, you swear he made deliberate eye contact with you.

"She's fuckin' spineless."

For a moment, time pauses.

...

Spineless.

You're spineless.

I mean, it may be true. But the truth doesn't always have to come out, no?

After doing so much for this man, you'e still...spineless?

Laying at the comfort of your bed, dragging a tipsy Simon out of the car and him rushing to his flat, you find yourself gazing down at the smudged ink on your palm. Maybe it's time to switch your job.

Who knows who you'll run into...

That night, you rest, dreaming about John Price.

You're in an abyss in your dreams, John's pale muscular arms wrap around your frame, with the faint scent of cigars and whisky wafting around your nose. You blink and you see the bottom of his groomed beard, and small smile resting on his tired face.

You blink once more. But this time, you don't see John Price. This time, you're staring into the sullen eyes of a skeleton-masked man, lifelessly staring straight at you with no emotion. You look down the body of Simon.

The lower half of his body was missing.

By the third blink, you jolt awake and look around, but this time you're on the floor wrapped in your quilt and covered in sweat. Very much alone.

What was this dream trying to tell you?

The jump from retail to cyber-operations was large and challenging. You went from serving customers to quite literally serving the country, from scanning items to defending the weapon's system. But 2 weeks into your new career and you feel like you've actually put your degree to some use.

Your family have been ringing you almost weekly, asking about your new position, although it's mainly your mother interrogating you about Simon.

And to say he was upset with your choice of working with the army, was an understatement, in his words, he felt like you were crowding him in all areas of his life. His home, his workplace, and now his mind.

You'd ask him to drop you off, considering he's going the same way, but he'd come up with unjustified excuses.

"Can't. Need to be there early."

"Nah, gonna distract me, love."

"Can't be seen with you." He mutters the last one, but you're not deaf and Simon can't exactly whisper very well. Sometimes you wonder why you haven't broken up with him.

So you've resorted to the next option.

Public transport. Calling John Price.

"You're not a burden, sweetheart. Who's been tellin' you that?"

You subordinate <3 But you can't say that, so you resort to casually laughing at his question. You can't help but think about the reoccurring dream you've been having, they always start the same.

You're in a abyss, and you're in the arms of John Price, you blink and suddenly face to face with the half-corpse of Simon. You're struggling to work out the deeper message of the visio-

"Love, you there? Went to lala-land or something?"

Think about John Price. Focus on him, why are you still bound to that jerk? You think.

"I'm good. So uh, how's the situation with you? And the um...drugs thing?" You look at him, your words surprising yourself, since when did you have an interest in drugs?

"Oh, uh. We're not allowed to disclose that sweetheart...besides, Simon didn't tell you? Kinda big thing here..."

Of course, Simon wouldn't tell me, why would he? You tell me, John.

You give him your best puppy dog eyes, eyebrows knitting together, "Oh..."

He runs his thick fingers through his brunette hair, adjusting himself in his seat, "Succinylcholine. There's a mixture, but that's the main component. Causes paralysis to the legs and spine...seems like that's what they wanted, to paralyse our soldiers, 7th victim this we..."

Paralysis huh. You turn to look at the passing trees outside the windows. Paralysis to the spine and legs...

By the time you reach work, you're at your computer by your desk, typing away at the lines of code on your programme, once again eavesdropping to the conversations in your vicinity.

"...it's the same location they keep getting deployed, why are they getting deployed there again?"

"Captain Price is going this time..."

"...2nd guy's in a coma now..."

The chatter dies down to the loud slam of the door: Your supervisor.

"People. Come on. Chop chop, we have deadlines to meet. Stop the chatter, fucks sake."

You get back to your screen, but you can't help but shake the unsettling feeling off your mind.

Ding!

11:26 A.M. Si:- Come outside on your break. Need to talk.

I guess you're finally breaking up.

"Getting deployed."

Simon's scarred hands caress yours, gently lifting your ring finger and slotting a shiny silver ring, with a skull stuck in the center. You think back to the times where you told Simon that you preferred gold jewelry over silver, since it complimented your skin tone better. To love is to be seen I guess.

A crowd of soldiers begin whistling at the scene, and Simon retracts his hands almost instantaneously.

"Wanted to give this to you for anniversary...but I ordered it a little late."

You hum, immediately twisting the ring around your ring. It's tight and cramped.

"How's work?" He asks, his eyes roaming around the people behind you, his gaze not falling on you once since the conversation had started.

"Oh it's goo-"

"Cool. So um, here's my key if you need something." He hands you his key, more like shoving it into your chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and running off towards the crowd of soldiers that were now practicing drills.

Seems like you've gotten promoted from girlfriend to house-keeper.

By 8 P.M., you and a handful of your colleagues began to go home.

With your 4th cup of caffeine in your hand, you check Simon's text once more.

7:52 P.M. Si:- What time u finish Si:- 8? Si:- Too long to wait, going home

He couldn't wait 8 minutes?

As you trudge past the empty hallway, you're met face to face with the door of the lab, which you notice was half open.

You felt like a character in Alice in Wonderland. Trespassing is a crime, is it not?

A normal person would just inform a staff member and go home right? Definitely wouldn't enter the room. And definitely wouldn't head straight towards the counter that held various labelled test tubes.

Definitely wouldn't snatch a test tube labelled danger, and most definitely stuff it in their bag and run out the door, as if they haven't basically committed a crime.

But it's a good thing you wouldn't consider yourself a normal person.

The wind blows against your skin when you finally make it outside, and it feels like natures punishing you for breaking into the army's laboratory. With your bag clutched tightly against your chest, your mind begins racing - what if someone saw you? What about cameras? What if-

"There you are love. Thought I'd have to come 'n get you myself."

John leans against his range rover, wrapping his large military jacket around your shoulders, and you instantly lean into his towering frame.

"John...didn't you go home?"

He shakes his head. "Saw Simon speeding off the moment we finished, thought you needed a ride, especially at this time."

The wind blows against you again, and your smile falters, remembering the contents of your bag.

"Can we go home now? Please?"

A comforting silence accompanied the drive, with John's palm ghosting your thigh ever so slightly and you had to resist every urge in your body to just lock hands with him.

So you do.

His large hand encompassing yours completely. If his grin could widen anymore, they just did, and you swear you could see faint dimples decorating his cheeks.

But they fall just as quickly, jerking his hand back.

"Nice ring."

You're visibly confused, eyes dragging back to the tight skull band wrapped around your ring finger.

Fuck you, Simon.

When you exit John's car at the entrance of the block of flats, your eyes catch another deep brown pair of menacing eyes, standing at the balcony, hiding behind a black balaclava. You can't see the lower portion of the face, but you'd bet your life that there was a smirk hidden behind the cloth.

You grit your teeth, tossing the ring by the nearest bush as the car drives off. The grip around your bag tightens, and you remember the test tube.

If you're going to ruin my chances of love, I'll ruin your chances of life, Simon Riley.

A week later and the test tube lay aimlessly on your bedside time, alongside a small post card gifted yesterday from your truly. John Price, that is, not Simon.

Leaving soon - If I find something you like, I'll bring it for you :-D - J Price

Even the way he drew his little smiley faces warmed you.

On the other hand, Simon had shot you a single text, ignoring all the spelling mistakes.

Si:- bee home ina mont. by.

When he gets home, you're immediately breaking up with him, assigning yourself mental homework.

But for the meanwhile, you have to decide what to do with the test tube...for now you decide it's too risky to keep it at home, who knows if the wrong people get their hands on it.

So you opt to shoving into deep into your purse.

At work, as you walk back to your team's common room, you hear the commotion coming from the...laboratory?

"Doctor, how careless are you?"

"Sir...I-I-I didn't do anything! The lab was locked, I don't know who would have taken it-"

"And how are we sure you haven't stolen it? I mean for all we know, you might have the drug at home. How do we know you're a traitor and working for the other side. I should have you reported."

"Boss, you've known me for the longest! And why don't you stop shouting me and get these cameras fixed already-"

"Captain Price's gonna flip and fire his entire team when he comes back-"

"If he comes back that is-"

"Boy if you don't shut your mout-"

Scurrying to the common room, you shut the door abruptly. You don't why you stole the drug, but you do know you can't let anyone find out about what you did.

Not Simon.

Not John.

A month had nearly gone by, and a train of gifts has began coming, from small affirmation notes to bags of lego flower bouquets and teddy bears. All of course, accompanied by a small note with the signature smiley face :-D.

Considering the notes weren't hand written, you couldn't tell whether it was from Simon or John, though it was quite obvious. Even though you liked John, you couldn't help but feel some sort of sorrow towards Simon. I mean, who else does he have apart from you?

On a dark Friday evening while you and your team were getting ready to leave, the sound of shouting followed by stampede coursed through the hallway. Screams of terror broke from whom you made out to be doctors and nurses.

"What's happening?" You turn to your coworker.

"More people have gotten drugged, like 7 this time..."

You couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt washing over you, considering a sample of the weapon of the crime was quite literally concealed with your belongings.

"Oh -"

"Apparently, Captain Price and Liutentant Riley were involved."

That was enough to strike a nerve. You don't know which name hit you harder, but before your colleague could even stop you, you began sprinting down the hallway towards the hospital rooms.

By the time you reach though, it's already too late, and the doors have shut, the nurse informing you that surgeries have already begun undergoing. But for who, they didn't disclose.

It didn't matter who it was, you just had a reoccurring thought that if maybe you had left the sample alone, maybe a curve could have already been developed.

Oh God, this is your fault isn't it....?

A person's going to die in your hands, and you're not even a soldier.

With discomfort running through your nerves, you sit by the hospital rooms, your hands feeling heavy under the weight of your head, waiting to hear more from the nurses. But as they rush in and out of the room with urgency, your voice gradually drowns out by the monotonous beeping of the machines inside.

4 hours go by, and you can't tell if it from the lack of sleep or not, but the staff around you shoot you looks of pity as if you're in critical condition. Those hours in the waiting room felt like hell, and you couldn't help but notice the lack security in the building. No cameras again, huh?

"Nurse, is John Price in there?" You ask wearily, the strain in your voice was evident.

The nurse shakes her head, "It's Lieutenant Riley."

Your breath hitches, and unfortunately you can't help but a slight feeling of relief.

"Is he okay? Was he...drugged?"

The nurse clenches her jaw, "That information can't be disclos-"

"He's my boyfriend." You urge, standing up to meet the nurse eye to eye.

The palpable tension in the air was uncomfortable and pervasive, hanging over the room like a heavy fog, and the nurse eventually breaks, slowly opening the door to what looked like a corpse.

"No traces of the drugs were found in his body, but there's no way to really say in the early stages...He is displaying some symptoms however..." She reads off a clipboard.

You nod, though her words aren't really getting to your head, "Like...paralysis?" There's no movement from the bed, just the constant ringing from the machines.

The nurse pauses, "No. Headaches, and muscle pain, just the regular. Bullet shot in the shoulder, but that's been taken care off. We're still monitoring him. I'll be outside if you need anything." With that she leaves, shutting the door behind you. And you find yourself alone with Simon's corpse.

Simon's face looks like broken china, like fine art but damaged externally, yet still holding the essence of its beauty within. His features, usually composed and serene, now bore the cracks of strain and worry. His under eyes were now darker than ever, and you couldn't help but press your now tear soaked lips across his rough cheek, until you stopped.

His neck, though scarred, bore scattered red marks, which you know could be confused with a rash. But it wasn't.

They were hickies.

Fresh hickies.

It's been a month since you've last seen Simon, so you immediately rule out yourself, disregarding the fact that you haven't even been intimate with anyone in a while.

As you sit beside the bed, a surge of anger rises within you, fueled by the betrayal and disappointment coursing through your veins. You want nothing more than to confront Simon, to unleash a torrent of accusatory questions upon him, but you know it would be futile.

His chest rises and falls gently, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you.

The situations looks like that particular scene straight from your dreams. Dark room, alone with Simon, him laying there still.

His body is still intact, you think. Intact and littered with marks.

You try to recall what happens in the dreams after this, but you always wake up at the last second.

And you can't help but inch your hand towards your purse., the outline of the test tube screaming at you to finally use it.

Use it for the reason you had originally stolen it for.

Use me.

Drug him. It screams. It's not like he ever loved you? Francesca, remember her? The other women? Your own mother, your own flesh and blood? Think about the times he forgot your anniversary, your birthday, when he insulted you, in front of you, in front of others, hell, even behind your back! You're spineless remember.

I mean you'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of this from this world, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you.

John Price would be proud of you wouldn't he?

He finally be with you.

With a steady hand, you reached into your purse and retrieved the test tube, its contents glinting in the dim light of the hospital room. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, before steeling yourself and uncapping the tube.

The acrid scent of the drug filled the air, its toxic fumes making you gag slightly. But you pushed past the discomfort, focusing all your attention on the task at hand. With precision, you extracted the entire liquid from the tube and carefully poured it into Simon's IV drip, mentally wincing at how effortlessly you had manipulated the situation.

You have to get rid of the drug somehow, and if it means using it against him, then so be it.

The next morning had come and you're awaken by the phone buzzing by your bedside table, the screen lighting up with John's name. You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before you finally answer, steeling yourself for whatever news awaits you on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" Your voice comes out strained, betraying the anxiety churning within you.

"Hey angel, it's me," John's voice crackles through the phone, the urgency in his tone palpable. "You need to come to the hospital. It's Simon."

Without a word, you hang up the phone and hail a cab, the journey to the hospital passing in a blur of anxious thoughts and racing heartbeat. Did they find out you stole the drugs? No...how could they? The empty test tube is in your bin, at home, not at the hospital and there's no cameras at you recall...

Arriving at the hospital, you're met with a scene of controlled chaos. Doctors and nurses bustle about, their faces tense with worry. You navigate through the maze of corridors, the familiar scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, you reach Simon's bedside, and what you see makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Simon manually lies propped up against the pillows, his face pale and drawn, his body racked with violent tremors as he retches into a basin. The sight is enough to make you physically ill, although it slowly dissipates, seeing the now purple marks on his necks darkening.

John appears beside you, and without a word, he takes your hand in his, his grip steady and reassuring, pressing a small kiss at the side of your head. In that fleeting moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

"I'll be outside," he mumbles, leaving with you with Simon.

With a heavy heart, you take a seat beside him. Simon looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion. It takes all your strength to meet his gaze, the truth burning like acid on your tongue.

"Hey." He groans out. He can barely move, as his head painfully cranes to look at you, the effects of the drugs taking effect slowly.

"What happened." But it's more of a demand than a question.

Simon sniffs, "Traces of drugs..."

"No. I meant your neck."

He pauses, like he was trying to carefully choose his words, though he didn't have much of a escape now.

"Don't act like I see you and Price-"

"Don't bring him into this, Simon."

Don't lie to me anymore.

A tear rolls down his cheek, but you can't tell if it's crocodile tears or not.

"They-they... dismissed me."

You hum, a smirk gradually building up on your face.

"Why?"

Simon closes his eyes, "Back. My spine. Can't move it..."

You let out a slow, deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

"I know." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hang heavy in the air between you. "I drugged you."

Simon's eyes wince once again, studying your face silently.

"Excuse me?" He begins.

You stand up, placing your purse back on your shoulder.

"What- what do you mean? You he-heard me? Love. Listen to me-"

You walk towards the door.

"WAIT. Wait. What do you mean you knew? You said you knew. What. What did you do. Sweetheart. Come back. Let's talk. You love me don't you? I love you! Where's that ring I gave you?"

You laugh, twisting the door handle.

"Baby, you better not fuckin' leav- THEY'LL FIND OUT-"

"And who's going to believe a damaged, deluded man, Simon Riley? You were out on a mission, I'll pin the blame on the enemies."

Simon shakes in his bed, unable to control any part of his body now. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME- HOW FUCKIN' DARE YOU- After that life I gave you-"

"Life? You call that living?"

"I LOVED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID-" His voice is painfully loud now, you're wondering how no one's running to his room already.

"Love? You don't know one thing about love, you fucker."

"I should have never fucked you, you- YOU BITCH-" He shouts, his body flailing violently, globes of tears racing down his clenched jaw and red cheeks.

"Rot in hell Simon Riley, I guess we're both fucking spineless now."

And that's a wrap for this mini seriesss - thank all of you for sticking around ;D IM AWARE IT TOOK SO LONG- I KEPT WRITING IT AND FOR SOME REASON IT DIDN'T AUTOSAVE LIKE TWICE??? SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT- Quick Notes: Let's all be real. We wanted reader to get with ol' john boy. But let's also be for real, if Reader was an object, she'd be a doormat. Although I've implied John Price x You, the bitch really needs to focus on herself and sort her shit out right now 💀 in the near future they're together for sure. ALSO the reference of drugs is highly inaccurate but let's all switch our imaginations on <3 lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12 , @restrictionsapply-blog , @lunamoonbby , @nigthmar3moon , @thychuvaluswife , @itsnourm , @bubusi11, @owkittie, @cheomain , @corvusmorte , @k4es , @mandythemint , @copiasratscheese , @yyiikes , @funkyyysho3s

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whole-circus · 11 months

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Cozy night

Jeff the Killer x afab reader NSWF??

➥ TW. dunno sex or somethin? reader being shy pussy and a virgin (kidding love you!)? jeff itself? fake, a bit pornish like idea of sex? Remember about safe sex and stuff!

Wanna him so much..(im a virgin) (i have never ever hold hands romantically)

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You and Jeff were sitting on his bed, cozy night quickly turned into make out session. His rough hands were all over your body, caressing and gripping soft flesh of yours skin. Jeff know very well about your purity, about your innocence..he loved how you get shy and blush at the smallest touch of his. He loved the idea of him being your first and last, the only one who can make you feel this good, and the only one to take your virginity. One of his palm grasping your hair, controlling the movement of your head, keeping you all good and obdient for him. His other one grasping your hips roughly as his mouth exploring your neck. His tongue licking your sensitive area, as his hand move closer and closer to your panties, caressing your thighs. Your neck now with marks and hickeys, as all you can do is moan and make sweet, desperate sounds. Jeff loves that. Jeff loves seeing his pretty, obdient girl under his influence, all needy and wet just for him. „What is it bunny?” - he chuckles in his husky and deep voice, almost mocking you.

He sees how shy and embarassed you are, that why he pushes you even more, wanting to break you. He continue to kiss and bite your neck, his hand now slipping into your panties. As you seat on his lap, you can feel him, his throbbing bulge. At the thought of him being soon inside your sensitive place, you blush and try to hide your face into his chest. All Jeff can do is chuckle again. „My eyes are up here sweetheart..” - he whispers right into your ear, gently biting it and forcing your jaw to the position, when you can look at him. His warm hand now pushing your underwear aside, exposing your swollen clit and leaking hole. He licks his lips and gently kiss your neck. After a moment you feel his touch, as Jeff start softly rubbing your clit. He still has you on his lap, holding your head on his chest as he watches your reaction. He can see your arousal, he can see how you try to hold back your moans. „You are such a sensitive mess, arent you? Whats wrong? Have you never touched yourself there..?” - he ask teasingly, continuing his movement, gently caressing your hair. His hand now speeding up a bit, as he sees how shy you still are. Suddenly you can feel something inside you, and as you look down you see Jeff's finger gently moving in and out, as he keep rubbing your clit with his thumb.

After a moment he pulls out, smirks and throws you to bed. You didn't have enough time to complain about feeling empty, because Jeff is already taking off his tshirt and move his pants on the lenght of his knees, staying only in boxers. His underwear shows his already hard member, creating a bulge and small stain from his precum. He gets on top of you, looking down and smirking. „I cant wait to fucking ruin you..” - he whisper to your ear, pinning you down with his much bigger and stronger body. You can feel his heat on you, desperatly moving your hips to touch his crotch. Jeff start kissing you roughly, your tongues dancing as your savilia mixes. He forcefully take off your underwear and his, giving his cock a few strokes. He looks at you with gaze of predator, looking at its prey. He keeps kissing you, and once again touching your wet pussy. Jeff stop what he is doing and start teasing your entrance with his tip, chuckling darkly. You can feel his and yours sexual tension and arousment. With one, strong thrust Jeff slides in you, giving you a moment to get used to new feeling, to feeling of feeling completely full and under his control. As he starts moving, you shyly turn your gaze away and moan softly. Noticing that, he grab your hair and make you look down. „Shh..look how deep I am hun..You see that?” he whispers and keep forcing his big cock, stretching your warm hole. You can feel how much he abuse your virgin pussy, geting more and more needy from his every thrust. You moan his name and keep whimpering into his chest, as he moves. You can feel his strong hands moving all around your body, during him pounding into your gummy walls. The rooms fills with your sweet sounds mixed with male whimpering and growling. His peace gaining on speed, as he looks down at you, his long hair covering his face. Movement of his hips thrusting into you make your eyes roll,you are clenching on him, squezing him so hard. „Fuck..m gonna breed you slut..gonna ruin you bunny..” You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, with him pounding into you, whimpering into your ear and touching your breasts you feel one final wave of pleasure and reach your climax. Not soon after, you can feel your walls being filled with his hot and sticky seed with final moan. Now its just you both on bed, trying to gain your breath.

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#slasher #slasher x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods #horror #headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta smut #crp #fandom #creepypasta fandom #wholecircus

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stxramr · 10 months

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I love Scaramouche

(NSFW BELOW THE CUT)

I love Scaramouche its genuinely so fucking insane.When I first saw that man I wanted him to break my legs and ruin me raw.I wanted him to degrade me and make me cry,laugh at my tears as soon as he noticed only to go harder and faster.

His attitude made him even better tbh.His high ego and pride,bro I wouldn't hesitate to get on my knees to suck him off if I ever saw him.

Like idfk if it's made out of wood or something ILL MAKE IT WORK.I will literally force it in me and he'll have me shaking and crying for hours I swear.

He could make me disabled for weeks then not give a fuck about me and I'd still be thankful.

He could use me as his personal cum dump and hide me in his basement I would not mind it one bit.As long as I am stuffed full and ALL my holes are oozing with his sticky white residue I am game.

Ngl I'd get myself all dolled up for him when he's away so when he's back he could release all his pent up anger and fuck me for how long he wants to,we could go on for all of eternity if he wanted.

He's so fucking hot tbh.He's fine in all his forms I dont even wanna get into detail about that.

I also want to smash him when he's wanderer.Especially before he got his past memories back like bro was so fucking cute I bet he whimpered and begged.

Also his ult??like step on me pls.He could edge me for hours just by stepping on me.It would be weird but I'd still be begging for him.

He looks like the kind of guy who'd be mean and bossy with a female significant other but would be all hooked and submissive if his significant other was a male.

He looked rideable and peggable at the same time its so fucking insane.Like if it were railing a woman he's be groaning and grunting,but if he was the one getting railed he'd be crying and whimpering.

I wouldn't mind if he made me his personal sex slave.Like a little dog he'd drag around to show off and then fuck senseless once he gets home.

Like pls,he could fill me with any type of liquid from him.Whether it be cum,piss,blood,whatever as long as he's in me I could not possibly care.

He could fill me with his cum if he even has that,he could impregnate me everyday and night.

And if he doesn't want kids of him own I'd get abortions any time possible and I might as well find a way to make myself infertile so he could fuck me without a care for any consequences what so ever.

Also the idea of him always being so neglectful and always ignoring his significant other when he's busy with his duties??hello??

I would ride his foot until he's pity me enough to actually give me sexual attention.And if I have to cream on his foot for him to finally put the papers down then SO I WILL.

Im gonna add more to this because this man is fucking everything.His personality,his attitude,Istfg he could break my legs and pound me for DAYS and I would complain

Also the hat stays ON during sex so while he's thrusting the only sound you could comprehend is the jingle sound of the thingies of his hat

Okay but like semi public sex with scara in a fatui tent while all the other agents are sleeping and he just muffles your moaning with a rag like yes pls

He could slap me multiple times,beat me up,make me pass out just to fuck me and I would let him.He could leave me all bruised and bloody filled with cum somewhere in teyvat and I'd still be thankful.

Ok but a threesome with childe and scara??like childe bending me over behind me while scara is muffling my cries and moans??

Imagine all the jealous cicin mages and female fatui agents because scara's scent is so strong and the marks on your neck are so visible no amount of concealer could hide them.

Scara could step on me,abuse me,degrade me,hurt me all he wants as long as I get fucked in the end its okay

When I finally got him on his first rerun I was so happy.Like as soon as he came on screen I did too tbh

HE'S SO PRETTY IT HURTS TO LOOK AT HIM I LITERALLY SPENT DAYS ON GENSHIN STARING AT HIS DESIGN AND LISTENING TO HIS VOICE LINES

Wanderer would probably do it in the forest if his significant other got too needy

#yandere scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin impact #keithoughts #smut #scaramouche smut #genshin imagines #genshin smut #wanderer #wanderer smut

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madlittlecriminal · 10 months

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Can I please request Miguel O’Hara x shy Reader who bonded venom? Where Miguel is madly in love with her even tho they’re already dating. They have an infant son together who’s a mommy boy who has his dad Miguel powers. Venom is overprotective of his host and her infant son who loves their suit. https://pin.it/BXeKxrH

Parenthood ⥓ Miguel O'Hara × Shy!Venom!Female!Reader [headcanon]

this became headcanons because i had too many ideas that made me rewrite the fic about 5 times... im also upset because the link didn't work :(

Warnings: mentions of stretch marks, birth not specified, son's name is not mentioned, venom and miguel bicker...a lot

He thought it was odd when you first met

As far as he knew, Venoms in different universes were either cocky or just awkward until they full bonded with their symbiote

But you...you were shy

Even after bonding with Venom, you were still shy which made him curious.

Three years later, he was madly in love with you

He never failed to show you how much he did, especially now with an 11 month old son.

He had little fangs like his father which made you smile

If anything, he looked more like Miguel than you

Which made Venom speak up.

"I love little human...but why must he look like the spider vampire hybrid and not you?!"

Miguel only glared at the symbiote, but he had no room to complain

Whenever your son was upset, he would smile when you had your suit on

To be honest, your son was a momma's boy

Miguel loved it.

I mean, it only made sense since Miguel was basically obsessed with you

There were days where he'd catch you poking at the stretch marks your son gave you

"You know, I've always told you your stretch marks were beautiful, but our son definitely gave you some that puts that word to shame. You look breathtaking with them, querida. Don't forget that."

Then he'd wait until your son was asleep before he showered your stretch marks in kisses and would give you endless cuddles.

Venom though...let's just say he still had a grudge against Miguel after he found out your recovery process was longer than the normal

"You dare harm my host, Spider?!"

"Listen Venom, I didn't know it was going to happen!"

"Well, when he has your damn genetics!"

"Doesn't he have yours too?!"

"That's not the point, vampire!"

You didn't say anything

You were always too shy to say anything and thankfully, neither of the two ever pressured you to pick a side

You struck gold with your symbiote and with your boyfriend.

You'd sometimes bring your son to the Society building when Miguel was working.

He and Mayday became instant pals as Mayday giggled at his fangs

But when you'd give him to Miguel, he quickly did grabby hands to be back with you

"YES LITTLE ONE! MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR FATHER!"

Miguel sighed, gave his son a kiss on his hair before handing him back to you

"Can I give him a suit when he's older?"

"I think I'll give him a suit when he's older, thank you Venom."

"Well, he likes the one I gave (Y/N), so I think I'll give him one."

Miguel rolled his eyes at the symbiote.

You gave him his lunch and gave him a kiss before leaving with your son.

"Hey Miguel, do you think you and (Y/N) would be fine with a playdate with him and Mayday?"

Miguel gave Peter a stoic look.

"I'll talk to her."

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insuke69 · 10 months

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!Miles 42 headcannons

HES SO HOT OMFG HES SO FINE ANS THIS DUDE KSDJGQIUG HE BRAIDS AND HIS ACCENTS BRO IM ON MY KNEES AL-

fuck hes a minor dammit im a minor as well

no full on sexualizing p in v or whatever but lil things along those lines, nothing EXPLICIT ..i think, so yeah.

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(This is mostly for me that is painfully lonely and needa vent my thoughts abt this man as a perfect bf is some ways, ..i feel like he'd be toxic though.)

this is mostly for uterus havers :(

-He is a GENTLEMAN. whoever said chivalry is dead has never dated Miles: Opening doors for you, Paying for everything, Always letting you in first, polite mf.

-He loves hand holding, this man will always have something on you, hand, shoulder, etc. PDA goes hard

-y'all can be talking and blabbing on about something but if you are talking for 'too long' this guy will suddenly give you a passionate kiss when you're mid-sentence to shut you up. (It always works.)

-JEALOUS MILES; he would seriously do anything w you in public if another dude is staring at you. scenario:

imagine y'all are at the mall, you are focused on the shop you two are walking to as you and Miles make small conversation and Miles has his arm around you. suddenly with his hand on your shoulder he turns your chin so you look at him then just kisses you. when you say something like '???' not that you're complaining but sudden PDA isn't 110% something you do, this mf would shrug and say something like "Just marking who's mine." and the guys staring would be long gone.

-Miles has a pic of you two in his phone background/wallpaper, the image slightly more zoomed in on you yet you both are visible.

-His phone is either pristine condition, like new 24/7 or a cracked monstrosity that barely can turn on. There's so in between; fight me on this.

-hugs from behind + nuzzling into your neck.

-when you meet his mom + uncle Miles'd show his more polite/loving side when introducing you to his mom and his more mature side with Aaron

With him mom: "Mami, here is my girlfriend ____" he'd say with a soft smile and gesturing to you.

With Aaron: "Yo uncle Aaron, meet my girl." he'd say as he gestures to you with a small nod.

-if you are Mexican and at one of your family's parties, he gobbles anything in his sight, he doesn't have much spice tolerance but he'd drown himself in salchichas a la diabla or would add too much sauce to his tacos al pastor. Literally; keep soda or Agua de jamaica READY for when he gets spiced. (He'd act like he isn't and would try to drink his drinks casually, as if his tongue weren't on fire.)

-He makes playlists for you, with songs he knows you'd like and would smile to himself if you hum the tune, he'd recognize the song and would play it in the car or something.

-Miles occasionally takes your phone and uploads himself on your Instagram story just as a 'reminder' to the guys that follow you on there.

-He is an amazing kisser, you can't prove me wrong istg.

-Miles will keep him being the prowler away from you completely, wouldn't even go with you once he was done as prowler just in case.

-He has so much respect for you, him having a single working mother and all? he is so respectful of woman.

-He can unhook a bra w one hand.

-Makes hickeys on your lower neck, stomach, thighs a lil on chest. (He's a lil mindful at the fact that you may not want visible hickeys everywhere so when he does any on your chest he does it where its at least covered by a bra.. sometimes.)

-He barely has a small idea of how periods work but barely, he knows to at least keep his mouth shut and to give chocolates. (And to decline some of your advances 'cause nobody is risking having kids.)

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My phone hasn't been working so i wrote this on my stolen chromebook so idk how the spelling or grammar worked

p2 and p3 made

#across the spiderverse #miles morales headcanons #42 miles morales #miles earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales fluff #earth 42 miles x you #headcanon #spider man miles morales

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gowonders · 9 months

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so i will! ♥ c.yj

notes: goddd i love that photo of yj sm 😕😕 inspired me to write this~~

warnings: fem reader!!!, suggestive/smut? (y’all tell me but i’ll mark it as such!) thigh riding (but clothed.. so maybe u consider this something else??), yeonjun loves giving hickeys, one mention of hair tugging, reader is whinyyyyyy

you’ve known yeonjun for a while.. and you’ve always seen him as the shy, popular guy that your friends have introduced you to

hes definitely cute.. in your eyes.. the way his skin shines and his cheeks flush when he’s slightly sweaty, the way he pouts his lips when he thinks about what he wants to eat, the way his lips parted when you told him you like him…

”whatttt…?” he says with a breathy laugh. it was sooo cute.

he was cute! as we’ve established!

which was why after a get together at your place, after he caught you admiring him..

”i just like your sweater, jjunie!!” your eyes dart along the pink fabric as you tried to get away with practically staring at him..

he dragged you back onto the couch, both of you giggling as he does so.

”you’re so cute— you know that, right? like i could just kiss you.. so i will!” yeonjun says as he pins you lightly to the couch, pretty lips planted on yours.

the kiss definitely had something behind it.. which was weird. the way his hands glided under your blouse, how quickly his tongue glided along your bottom lip.. it was oddly possessive, which was not anything you expected from yeonjun…

..not that you were complaining, though.

as yeonjun pulls away from the kiss, his eyes sparking when he looks at your pretty face~

”shit, yn.. you’re really pretty!!!” yeonjun says, giving you that charming smile that made you fold for this man in the first place..

his eyes move all over your body, he’s in awe. like.. how are you so perfect??

he doesn’t even give you time to respond before kissing you again, this time though.. it’s deeper. a lot deeper… like.. something had flipped in yeonjun.

hes nibbling on your bottom lip, and you guys are full on making out now.. again, not really complaining, now are we!

he pulls away again before leaning to your ear, chuckling and whispering softly; “can i ruin my pretty girl? please?”

what happened to that cute, sweet, and shy yeonjun we were just talking about….?

you just nod, still thinking about the past two kisses before he smirks, that was enough of a ‘yes’ for him!

he moves from your ear to your neck, his plump lips leaving blooming purple marks along your neck slowly, before moving to your jaw, leaving a few soft and slow hickeys too, nibbling on the gentle skin in between each mark.

”my pretty looks even better all marked up, yeah?” he whispers before gently picking you up, placing his thigh between yours.

you look at him, sheepishly laughing at the motion, opening your mouth to speak before yeonjun cuts you off.

”so..? are you gonna move? i said i wanna ruin you.” yeonjun says, his eyes looking up at you with his arms crossed.

oh. im doing this by myself.

you sigh, but comply with his words, the mere sight of his swollen lips enough to motivate you..

”here.. i’ll help you get started, okay pretty?” yeonjun laughs, his hands gripping onto your hips as he moves you slowly, helping you to rut into his flexed thigh.

once you start to get going though? yeonjun moves his arms off you, crossing them back as he watches you like a 10/10 movie.

short and quiet whines start to spill from your lips already, your pace speeding up to chase your own release.

he was in awe at your swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, and even your cute sounds, but he noticed you starting to speed up..

what he disguised as him running his hands through your hair, quickly turned into a light tug on your locks, making you stop your movements with a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

”nuh uh, love.. can’t have you finishing so soon.. slow down, or this is all you get.” he says, letting go of your hair and bringing his hands back to your hips, his fingers digging in slightly.

now he was controlling your pace, with a smirk on his face, he starts to let you rock your hips again, pretty whines already leaving your lips at the feeling.

”see… you sound so pretty for your jjunie, yeah?” he says, letting you move faster as your thighs tremble around his.

you nod, whimpering at the quickened pace as you lean closer to him.

yeonjun takes that as an opportunity to mark up your shoulders and collarbone, still letting grind on thigh, even pushing his thigh into your throbbing core.

he’s slow and soft with every hickey he leaves, a small peck on the mark left behind on every pretty and purple splotch.

”jjunieee.. please..” you mumble, the feeling of his plump lips on your skin and the quick and hard feeling of his thigh on you is too much..

”is my pretty girl gonna cum?” he chuckles, pulling away from your collarbone, eyes twinkling at his work. “okay, i won’t stop you..” he smiles, looking up at you.

those words were all you needed to finish right there.. and it hit. hard.

he helped you ride out your high, sweetly laughing at how cute you looked unraveling on his thigh before pulling you off, taking your hand and walking you to your bedroom.

”did you want more, hm?”

#gowonder: smut #txt #txt x reader #txt smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x fem reader #RAGHHH let me know what y’all think of this!!#pls comment i love when ppl talk to me 😓😓

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crimsonbubble · 1 year

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head full, all thots. bear with me for one of them 🙏🏻

t141 and you having to deal with a super pissy graves during a mission and them being grateful when it's over and they get to go to bed and finally have some peace. which they would've gotten if they didn't have to listen to him loudly getting his attitude adjusted by you. but hey! at least he's blissfully quiet the next day lol

NONNIE IM GONNA SMOOCH YOU SO HARD OMG YOU ARE FEEDING ME SO WELL 💍💍

cw. nsfw, gn!reader with a dick, sub!graves, brat!graves, brat tamer!reader, makeshift handcuffs with a belt, anal sex, fingering, overstimulation, implications of marking, voyeurism and humiliation of sorts, nipple play, handjob, creampies, hair pulling, dacryphilia, degradation *not proofread, just pure horny

MINORS DNI!!

graves was always annoying enough to work with, but with each snarky remark about anything and everything, everyone was at their limit. you could feel your eye twitch as graves poked and pinched at your cheeks. you clench your jaw and cross your arms over your chest to lessen the urge to pin him to the floor.

it was only when the others had retired to their rooms to escape the seemingly never-ending headache that graves caused, knowing full well you're gonna take care of it. price gave you a knowing look and a quick pat on the shoulder as he retreated down the hall into his room. graves' room was closer to the others, making it a perfect place to reel him back in.

you pushed yourself up, grabbing him by the back of the neck, and dragging him off to his room. he struggled and squirmed but when you pushed him against the wall and shoved a knee between his thighs, you knew exactly how he felt about this situation. "don't act like you didn't want this, you little whore." graves let out heavy breaths, letting you handle him as you pleased.

you all but throw him into his room, tugging at your belt. he's looking at you with pleading eyes, biting his lip as eyes the way your lithe fingers turn your belt into handcuffs. graves knows better than to question the look in your eyes, immediately turning around and holding his hands behind his back. "you're an attention whore, yknow that? always needing all eyes on you or you'll start crying like a bitch."

your hands make quick work of tugging his pants and boxers down, pressing a thumb into his leaky slit. you take your hand away as quickly as you put it on him. he doesn't get a chance to complain as you hardly tug him onto the bed. you search his bedside table, finding an unopened bottle of cherry-flavored lube. graves looks away from you, shoving his face into the bed and shifting on his knees. you huff softly, popping it open and pouring some into your hand.

you wrap a hand around his length, making him lurch. you sat back on your knees behind him, grabbing his throat and pulling him to press him back into you. you don't hesitate to start stroking him at a quick and steady pace. he immediately lets out lewd moans and cries, desperately trying to bite his lip to hide his noises. your free hand leaves his throat, trailing down to pinch and pull at his nipple.

the others can't help but listen in, their cocks straining against their underwear, throbbing with need. you know the others are probably touching themselves to this, listening to him whine and cry as he's stimulated past his first orgasm. your hand leaves his twitching cock, to press two fingers against his hole. you push him down, pressing against his spine to keep him arched. you circle his rim with wet fingers, immediately pushing two of them in. graves shakes as you scissor his hole open, his cock already half-hard again.

there's a mess of lube and cum between his thighs. you plunge your fingers as deep as you can, curling your fingers up to find a good spot. graves chokes on his moans as your fingers press incessantly into his prostate. your breathing is labored with each pornographic whine and cry that leaves his swollen lips, your pants becoming too tight around your dick. curses and mewls leave his lips as he pulses and clenches around your fingers, adding to the mess between his thighs.

"want me to stuff you full? yea? give the attention whore what he wants? a cock in his ass to keep him satisfied?" mumbles of nonsense leave his lips, drool spilling from his lips as you stroke your cock with a lubed hand. he widens his legs, holding his cheeks apart, his hole clenching in anticipation as you tap your tip against his hole. your dick is throbbing in your hand, strung too tightly to not use him how you wish. he's asking for it, is he not? holding himself open for you to fuck into, battering his insides and abusing his prostate.

your hold on his hips is bruising as you wrench him down your cock, watching with lidded eyes as his hole swallowed you to the base. he's trembling, hands balled into fists with each punishing thrust you delivered. muted groans leaving your lips as his walls clenched and throbbed around you. you lean over him, planting a hand beside his head while the other tangles in his hair. you tug his head back, refusing to let him hide his needy cries. tears are flowing down his cheeks as he pushes back against you.

"oh, so you're an attention whore and a crybaby too? how fun." his face is flushed as he chokes on his tears, the pleasure overwhelming as you punctuate your words with heavy thrusts. he tightens around you when you degrade him, his cock twitching with need. "c'mon then you slut, make a bigger mess for me."

his mind goes blank as he cums, body going taut against yours. his hole is pulsating around your dick as you chase your release. he's sobbing as your thrusts become sloppy and deep, thighs shaking as he takes you down to the base. with a few more sloppy thrusts, your body shivers. your hips are twitching as you give him all that you can. graves is in taters under you, body falling limp against the bed as you pull out of him. your cum leaks out of him, thick and warm. graves is on the verge of passing out right there, laying in his own mess.

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the next morning, graves is quiet. no whining or complaining. but the harsh bites and bruises littering his skin plus the need to have a pillow under him let the others know your methods of handling work quite well.

"not so brave now are you, cowboy?"

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader smut #philip graves x reader #philip graves #phillip graves #cod graves #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod smut #cod x reader smut #graves cod

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Being in the hospital im thinking what would it be like if Ari's girl ended up in the hospital nothing life threatening but something that needed to be treated in the hospital. I'm betting he'd be a nervous wreck and wouldn't let anyone see it he'd maybe go into the bathroom and freak but I'm guessing he'd try and stay strong but crack a bit infront of her or maybe stay overnight if they let (it depends on the wards)

ok, full disclosure, I did absolutely no research for this because I'd like you to have reading materials, so it's in no way scientific 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Chair Beside Your Bed, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

No warnings except minor angst to fluff. (Sry, the gif barely works here but I'm...not changing it. 👀) WC 975

Ari can barely keep his eyes open. You're already asleep, but he just can't bring himself to join.

The IV in your hand looks uncomfortable when you tense involuntarily. He watches the tendons pull and roll beneath your skin and swallows hard.

He should have seen the signs, and the doctors say you'll be right as rain once the antibiotics are done. He still can't leave. He still can't eat. He still refuses to sleep.

Ari's mind can refuse all it wants. Eventually, his eyelids are too heavy, his neck slumps over the thin pillow behind it, and he's lost to a dreamless land in the chair beside your hospital bed.

"Ow," you hiss, releasing the two-by-four in your grasp.

"You get your hand, honey? I got those gloves for you."

You wave him off. "No, no. Stepped too close to the pile and scraped my leg. No big deal. That's almost all the wood from the truck."

"Great," Ari chirps, straightening after marking the outline of your She-Shed in the backyard. "I'll go get another load before dark. We can plot out the frame and whatnot tomorrow."

As you wipe the back of your hand over your head, Ari doesn't see any blood on your legs and immediately forgets.

"So we'll need equal amounts of wood on all sides," you ask.

He shrugs and pulls off his own thick work gloves. "More or less, yeah." Ari won't let you use any of the tools, but he will let you speak like it's a joint effort. Because it is. Everything he does is meant for you now.

While he's out at the store again, you divvy up the stacks of planks around the edges, far enough away for space to work but close enough for convenience. He's grateful, but Ari doesn't realize this means hours where you did not clean the cut on your leg.

A week later and you're running a slight fever. Ari only notices you aren't walking properly when you get off the couch.

His worst fear at that point is that stupid desk chair you're always complaining about. Your back is constantly aching. He wishes the company would replace all the chairs soon but especially, specifically yours.

You work too hard. You're worn out.

He knows you've had a bandaid on one calf, but it's on the outside leg where you sleep in the bed. He forgets a lot until his leg brushes against it while you two snuggle, and you hiss in pain.

Ari insists on taking a look, switching on the bedside lamp. He can tell something is wrong before even removing the bandage because it's red beyond the adhesive. The middle is warm to the touch, which he can barely do before you gripe at him.

You promise to go to the urgent care first thing in the morning, and Ari drives you himself. You're so sure that they'll just slap some pills in your hand and send you on your way that you shoo him off to work.

He gets a voicemail two hours later.

"Hey, uh, don't be mad, but they've transferred me to the hospital. I have to be hooked up to this drip thing for a few days and--"

Ari's in his truck before his supervisor can even wish you well.

If he'd thought about it at all, he would have gone by the house to get you and him a change of clothes, but no such luck. He refuses to leave the hospital grounds and only leaves the building when he absolutely can't stand his cigarette cravings anymore. Otherwise, he is right beside you.

You sleep a surprising amount, wiped out by the intensity of your treatment albeit fairly standard.

It's a long three days.

Ari decided after the first afternoon there that his chair needed to be on the other side of your bed. That way he could hold your hand that wasn't pierced with a needle, and he can safely rest his head on your side.

When you're awake, your fingers card through his hair. When you're awake, you tell him he looks like shit and needs to sleep, too.

"I promise I will later."

"You're lying," you complain weakly.

"Yeah, kid, I'm lying."

This exchange happens three separate times: the first you forget, the second you laugh at, and the third you start playing dirty.

You tell him you'd like to listen to one of your audiobooks, and since neither of you has headphones, you play it on speaker with the phone on your chest.

Ari is successfully out cold within minutes and wakes refreshed and a little pissed.

He lied and told the nurses you are his wife in order to be allowed to stay overnight, so them calling him by your last name during the discharge routine is awkward, to say the least.

Ari has fun explaining that one on the drive home.

With a few more days of ingestible antibiotics left, you're entirely on the mend and use every single ounce of your energy to argue Ari out of the house and off to work. He only feels less guilty when he comes back to find you asleep again, and after one more full day of bed rest, you are able to return to work as well.

From those days on, however, you are forbidden from helping with any repairs or building Ari does. José and Dimitri are rangled to assist when necessary, but it's a hard line in the sand that Ari will not shift on. He also takes it upon himself to be the First Aid King of the Castle and is in charge of all bandaging and cleaning of any wounds, no matter how small.

You only allow this complete farse (enacted over every papercut now) because he looks so cute when he fusses.

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“Hey everyone, it’s Missy, back with another sims stream.” I said into the mic, the sims 4 loading screen playing cheerful music.

The stream already had over a thousand viewers, even though it was just a casual sims video.

I took a moment to recap what happened in the last stream, our sim, Mya, went out with friends and hooked up with a mysterious stranger. I let excitement fill my voice, then I took a second to sip from my water bottle and read the chat. I was already quite full.

I’ve been really stupid lately, holding while live.

It’s…I know it’s stupid. I know it. But fuck, I can’t help myself. It turns me on so much I feel less like a person and more like an object. It helps when there’s people in the chat calling me beautiful, which there usually is.

The house I built for Mya loaded in, my game is modded to high heavens, and Mya has been fucking almost everyone she can get her hands on while I sit and watch like a freaky whore. Though, I have to keep that off stream as it’s inappropriate watching my sim get covered in come by six guys at once, or watching her suck dick in the middle of the sidewalk.

I shifted in my chair, I was pretty sure Mya was pregnant, which was not part of the plan. I could terminate the pregnancy, I hadn’t decided if I wanted to keep it or not.

The stream and I watched Mya think about rattles.

“Oh boy,” I said. She would’ve got pregnant from my solo playing, not from the last woohoo, and fhe chat would find out when it was born.

“I don’t know, I think this is gonna interfere with our challenge…y’all know I have mods. I think I’ll just take care of it.”

She had the unwanted pregnancy moodlet. I sipped from my bottle, feeling my half full bladder slosh around inside me. I read the chat while my sim was away.

“Omg but a baby from spencer would be so cute,” I read from the chat, hand gripping the mouse.

“Guys i don’t have time for a baby right now, oh man, you’re gonna wanna make me keep it.”

I read the chat again.

Have you been playing off stream?

I did not read that one aloud.

“Im just going to give her an abortion, we’ll have a baby later in the challenge, don’t worry y’all. We’re pro choice here on this stream.”

I drank deeply from my bottle as I waited for my sim to get back from the lot.

“Why are you drinking so much?’ Because I’m thirsty yall. Thirsty girl.”

I pressed my legs together and continued with the stream. The men in my chat section took off with that last comment and I had to ignore them for a minute.

As the stream continued, I decided to make repairs to the house, and I finished my water bottle.

That was a mistake. Clearly. Usually I do two hour streams, but I hadn’t even made it to the hour mark when I felt like I was about to wet my pants.

I tried not to squirm, knowing the chat would see it. The mouse creaked as I held onto it, laughing about something my sim was doing, trying to distract myself.

Fuck, I was throbbing. It felt so good, especially knowing I had hundreds of eyes on me. I needed to rub my pussy, it was making me insane.

I pretend to adjust on the chair and complained about the quality of the microphone. I dragged myself across the chair slightly, and wow, it was good, despite the layers keeping me from actual contact.

“Why are you blushing? It’s the lighting, guys,” I said, swallowing, looking back at the game. “Ooo, she’s back and she made bank!”

During the loading screen, the chat said:

Take off your shirt.

I of course, did not read this, as I did not encourage these kinds of comments. They may secretly turn me on but I didn’t want these men to think it was okay to go into other women’s streams acting like that.

“What brand water bottle is that? Guys honestly, I stole this from my buddy, I think he got it at like, a work function.”

I held it up to the camera, it had a business logo on it, which I mostly covered with my hand. It was transparent, showing off its emptiness.

“Damn you drank that fast,’ y’all are really commenting on my water intake tonight. I stay hydrated, drink water!”

The game continued, my sim beat someone up, stole something, kissed a stranger, then another.

“What do you guys think? Should Kimmy become the love interest?”

Once again I saw another objectifying comment: your tits are huge.

This was true, and reading it, knowing someone was looking extra closely, god I just wanted to touch myself, I felt insane. I was going to have to end the stream early.

But then my sim got abducted by aliens, and it was so startling that I jumped, gasping, and pissed my pants a little.

Of course, I was a professional. I had to play this off. I shouted, reacting boldly to her abduction to entertain the crowd.

“Oh my god guys, is she gonna die? Is she okay?”

I read the chat. “Yes she’ll just come back pregnant?”

“Yes and also get naked.”

Oops.

“Hey that’s inappropriate,” I didn’t mean to read that aloud and I felt extremely embarrassed. That’s when I remembered, I had shot a jet of piss into my jeans.

The stream couldn’t see below the waistband, that was by design, of course, they didn’t need to see me cross my legs and squeeze.

The squeezing sent ripples of pleasure running through my body.

“Gonna block you,” I said, pretending to block the person as I tapped at the screen, moving forward in the chair, as this could be an excuse to move.

“Oh she’s back! She’s dazed. Oh no, I hope she’s not pregnant again. I have to get this girl some birth control.”

I did not, because I had a light breeding kink, and any kink I had, my sims did as well.

I played on, noting the time.

“Guys I think we’re gonna end soon. I know it’s a little-“ I stuttered, pausing, as I felt another dribble hit my pants.

“A little early,” I was breathing heavy, suddenly, flushing red, and I could tell the stream was taking notice, everyone, not just the men that wanted to fuck me.

God I wanted to hold myself, snake a hand down there and just press. It would make me feel so good, so safe. It would press my little accident into my flesh and make me feel it all over.

I felt sweaty.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Thank you for your concern, I’m getting over a cold.”

I was not. I continued to play, send my sim home. I watched her walk silently for over two minutes before the loading screen began. This fucking game I swear to god.

I gasped, audibly, as the rolling waves of desperation disappeared all at once, only for a tidal wave of piss to flow out of me.

I looked straight at the camera, shocked, the chat was filled with concern. I started talking, afraid they’d hear the loud sounds of me wetting myself uncontrollably.

“No-no im fine,” I was a stuttering, blushing mess.

Oh god, oh god, they were all watching me have an accident. Why was the screen still loading.

“This takes forever. Don’t worry guys, im fine.”

I was still pissing. It had pooled in my lap where my legs crossed and I was afraid there would be a loud splash when I uncrossed them, so I waited, only for the center to fill up and start to stream down both sides of my thighs.

I stopped looking down, afraid I was caught.

“Whats that on your lap?” I read before it was too late. “Oh god, guys I have to go, I’m going to be sick!” I lied, and quickly shut down the stream.

I stood as soon as the stream blinked thst it was over, my wet pants were now in full view of my camera, which was no longer on. Piss loudly fell off me, soaking down my legs and onto the floor, and my socks.

I almost fell onto my desk, I grabbed on, righting myself before I ate shit, gasping as my legs shook.

I shoved a hand over my mouth. With my other I started to rub myself over my soaking jeans. I was still. Peeing. My god this was the most I’ve ever wet. It was euphoric, and everyone kind of knew, I had never had an accident on stream before. I only held and then ran to the bathroom afterwards. God, that was close.

Did someone see? The thought sent waves of pleasure through my body. I needed to come, I needed my vibrator.

I stopped pissing, I held tightly on myself and stopped the flow, my jeans were soaking. I stripped them down and left them in a wet puddle on the floor, and jumped onto my bed. In my soaked panties, I pulled my vibrator out of the drawer and sat up on my knees, this was how I wanted to do this.

I grabbed my chest over my shirt, bra still on, unfortunately, and began to rub the vibrator on the outside of my wet panties. It wasn’t on yet, and I could only take the teasing for a few seconds before I had to switch it on.

I pulled my wet panties down until they stuck uncomfortably around my thighs.

I turned the vibe on and pressed it against my clit.

My hips rolled forward as I gasped and moaned, my orgasm was approaching quickly, as was the last of my control. As I just started to come, the rest of my accident shot out of me, landing on the panties still between my legs and my bedspread. I cried out, falling forward, I caught myself on a shaky arm as I came, before fully submitting, my arms gave out, and I twitched and moaned against the bed, waves of pleasure rolling off me, my piss receding to a few dribbles, then nothing, as they soaked into a wet spot on the center of my bed.

I had collapsed facing my setup, and when I opened my eyes, through strands of my hair, I could see a blinking red light.

Oh.

Oh god.

I had shut the stream off. I know I did.

I sat up, staring with shock. I could see the chat going from here.

Tears welled in my eyes. No. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. It was happening. I must have started it again when I fell against my desk.

I cried as I stumbled over to the desk, panties still stuck between my thighs, I pulled them up to cover myself, not like it mattered, though. The entire internet has seen my pussy.

The chat was saying all kinds of things. Calling me a whore, calling me hot, a freak, disgusting, degrading me. They were degrading me so much I felt my pussy react.

I cried.

“Im sorry, I thought I turned it off.”

No you didn’t, you wanted this, you whore.

Your career is over.

See you on pornhub, that’s your only source of income from now on, slut

I watched in horror for a minute before the stream shut itself down, and I received a swift and shocking ban from the website.

I whimpered in the empty room, soaked in my own piss. What was I going to do?

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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If you do like, nice comforting smut, could you maybe do one for hook where the female reader has an uneven chest (if you catch my drift), it's a massive insecurity of mine that's never written about and why not with hook and by one of my favourite writers :)

of course love ! sorry i took so long writing it :'((

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { hook masterlist }

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{ summary } — tyler { hook }, notices your fear of intimacy, only to realise it stems from your poor self image. he intents to prove to you just how beautiful your body is to him.

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{ warnings } — 18+ { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, body dysmorphia, body worship, praise, nipple play, fingering, female orgasm squirting

{ word count } — 1.8k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @baysexuality @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @damnnhausen

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intimacy was not an uncommon thing, it came in the form of featherlight touches, to alert you of his presence, gentle kisses to the apples of your cheek or upon your petal shaped lips, a hand to hold in the company of others and each other. it was simple, you did not complain. the fact he was even so affectionate was comforting to you. however, it never delved beyond the realm of simplicity, not that it mattered, you felt secure and comfortable in your relationship and you knew tyler felt the same. he had come to the realisation, noticing you standing in front of the mirror, fresh out the shower, towel still wrapped around your body, hair still soaking wet, beads of water gathered at your hairline, droplets falling down your pristine skin.

he was perplexed for a moment, you weren’t doing anything, simply staring at yourself, although it was not in admiration, he could tell by the subtle furrow in your brows, the small purse of your lips, suddenly avoiding the gaze of yourself in the mirror as you dropped the towel. it was a look of disgust at yourself, at your body. tyler tilted his head, perched upon the bed, like a cat that had woken up from his slumber, his eyes still groggy, adjusting to the light of the room, although you had not said a word, he knew exactly what you were thinking, your body was not perfect, no one had the perfect body, even him, whom to many thought he was sculpted like a greek god. he knew you did not think too highly of yourself, especially in such a state of undress.

you did not like the way you hips seemed to dip inward, or the small pouch of natural fat that developed around your lower belly your biggest insecurity came in the form of your chest, he noticed you covering them with your forearms, sighting they were uneven, they were not full or as perky as other women, they sagged slightly tinted with light stretch marks. tyler could not seem to notice why you were covering them. he thought your body was the most beautiful, despite your so called “flaws”. he often coined your body to that of greek goddesses, they were the epitome of beauty and grace, their bodies ranged from all shapes and sizes, and they were all equally considered beautiful.

you seemed to be entranced, bewitched by the image of yourself, although be it not a positive one in your own mind, you still could not seem to look away. tyler noticed the slight quiver of your lips in your reflection, the mirror offering him a full gaze of your bare form, how the tears started to well in your eyes, becoming glassy and red as you made eye contact with him. cautiously he stood up, keeping his movements intentionally slow as to not frighten you, he wanted to observe you more, like a photographer capturing the beauty of an innocent doe. he made his presence known behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, a comfort it would be if your body had not been exposed to the elements, with haste you went to reach of the towel lain haphazardly at your feet, only for his hand to grab your wrist, effectively halting your movements, a silent order.

peering up to meet his gaze in the mirror, you noticed his expression was not one of anger or disappointment. his features were soft, confused, half asleep still trying to rouse himself from his slumber. he kept an arm wrapped around your waist, the cotton of his simple, black hoodie soft against your bare skin, his free hand guiding your chin upward slightly, his thumb gently grazing at your jawline.

“look at yourself for me” he muttered softly, his voice deep, infused with a quiet rasp. you could not bear the sight, choosing to focus on his reflection rather than your own, which only caused him to tilt your head back into position.

“you’re beautiful, princess-”

“no i’m not”

“yes you are, don’t say things like that” his voice was stern, words muffled into your shoulder, the deep russet browns of his irises peering up at you through long tired eyelashes. it was a subtle stare, one of confusion, not that he could not find the words to say, more so as to why you felt the way you did.

“i’m not thin, my skin is not tight and toned, my stomach hangs, my hips aren’t full, and my chest…” you took a pause in your sentence, to breathe for one but to also hold back the sobs you feared were to escape your lips. finally gaining the courage to remove the protective shield your forearms provided to your breasts. “my chest is uneven. i mean look how hideous it looks, with all the stretch marks, the way my breasts sag, they’re not full or big.”

you paused again, a thick gulp rising in your throat, still trying to keep your composure in his presence.

“i see other girls, and they look so perfect, not a single flaw on them. then i think why did you choose me, out of all those beautiful women? i’m nothing special. you could have someone so much better than me, tyler…and i can’t help but think everyone is staring at me when we go out, like what this beautiful boy doing with a girl like me?”

he let you rant. simply listening on as you vented your frustrations. his grip in your waist tightening, pulling you closer into the warmth of his chest. he let out a soft sigh, fingertips smoothing across the soft skin of your belly.

“i don’t want another woman, princess. i want you, flaws and all. i’ll always choose you…” you allowed yourself to relax into the comfort of his embrace for the moment, his breath softly fluttering against your neck, lips peppering gentle kisses to the skin. “if people stare it's because there jealous that i got such a beautiful woman all to myself, and i don't plan on sharing her anytime soon”

you let a small giggle leave your lips at the final scentace of his comment, yet, you wanted to cry, despite feeling safe in his arms, not wanting to be even more vulnerable around him so you kept your mouth shut as best as you could.

“let me show you how beautiful your body is…” his words muffles against your neck, the feeling reverberating against your skin, slowly he lowered himself to the floor, taking you along with him. he had you seated between his thighs, hands roaming your form with featherlight touches, up your stomach, tracing the undersides of your breasts, cupping them softly between his palms for the moment. a small sigh left your lips as his calloused palms grazed across your hardened nipple, relaxing back into his chest.

he kept his movements intentionally slow, watching the way your face lightly contorts, the way your body squirms against the phantoms of his fingertips, the mirror providing an excellent view of your frame. he let a hand fall from your breasts, trailing slowly down your torso, reaching the apex of your thigh, hovering over your core, so dangerously close to where you needed his fingers most. he did not touch you per say, merely spread your thighs apart so your glistening cunt was exposed and in full view of his gaze. he hummed in satisfaction, slowly tracing his fingertips around your soaked folds, intentionally bypassing your clit for the moment.

“tyler-”

“shh, baby. let me make you feel good” his voice held a low rasp beneath it, one that ties your stomach in knots of arousal. normally you’d be reserved in a situation such as this one, shy away from him more often than you did. you did not see your body as perfect, but to tyler it was the most beautiful thing. in some aspect that calmed you down, quelled your anxieties for the moment and just revel in his touch. his fingers featherlight against your clit, swirling small circles against your sensitive pearl, a feeling that made you push back against his chest, yet your hips still bucked forward, meeting the same rhythm of his hand. your own hand wrapping around his bicep nails digging into his skin as his digits sunk into your sweet void.

“look how wet your pretty little pussy is for me, princess” his voice thrummed softly against your skin, retracting his fingers from your dripping cunt, digits glistening with your sweetness. your mouth hung agape slightly, a small moan escaping as his free hand continued to toy with your breasts. his lips feverish, hungry for your skin, nipping softly at the flesh, a sensation which sent shivers down your spine in addition to the mind numbing pleasure coursing through your veins from his fingers.

a flurry of whimpers left your lips, thighs instinctively closing around his hand, hips bucking upward to meet the momentum of his fingers. your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip, trying so desperately to suppress your moans, albeit in a failed attempt. you could not control yourself, head flying back in pleasure, desperate moans spilling from your lips at the feeling of his fingers curling deep inside your warmth.

“you’re so fucking beautiful…” his words rang in your ears, so deep and guttural with the slightest pant in his breath. his free hand toyed with your nipples, forefinger and thumb, plucking and pinching at the sensitive bud. you took a moment to gaze upon your reflection in the mirror, in a odd turn of events, you’d never found yourself more sexier in that moment, simply the way your body contorted for him, under to control of his fingers, how they commanded your hips to swirl and buck, adding pressure in all the right places. you merely hummed in response to his statement, those words finally echoing true in your ears.

your body felt on fire, burning in flames in the best possible way, thighs already beginning to shake, hips bucking back away from the pressure of his fingers the faster his speed progressed. you ducked your head into the crook of his shoulder, breathless moans spilled from your agape lips, a constant plea of his name.

“tyler…s-so close…” you whined through a choked moan.

“good girl…i can feel how close you are…” his praises were muffled against the skin of your neck “ cum for me, princess”

it was not long before your defences came crashing down, thighs spasming with pleasure, muffled cries echoing through the confines of your bedroom as your free hand clasped over your lips in a futile attempt to silence yourself. a breathless sigh escaped your lips as the thrum of arousal slowly faded, glancing up through hazy, love-drunk eyes to notice the mirror glossed in your sweetness. tyler pried his fingers from your void, bringing them up to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself before doing the same. his body shuddered with arousal as your sweetness met his taste buds, bringing his lips to meet yours, the faint taste of yourself still on his tongue.

“do you believe me now, princess?”

“i don’t know…you still have some convincing to do…” you smirked softly in response to his question.

“how about you let my tongue convince you then?”

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