#soft dom reader

[elliesbff]

“i need you.”

- abby anderson

cw: nsfw, oral sex (abby! receiving) fingering (abby! receiving) slight dacryphilia, slight voyeurism? softdom!reader, sub!abby. enjoy! ˖ ࣪⊹

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abby’s been pumping it at the gym as per usual, with less than pure thoughts racing through her mind. she’s been feeling… weird. something she knew was bound to come sooner or later, but it’s been pushed to the back of her mind so far that she’d been oblivious to it until now.

you.

her patrol partner, but by this point, you guys were more than just ‘friends.’ she’d had deep, obsessive thoughts about you. ones she’s too embarrassed to talk aloud — ones where she feels weak at the knees just by thinking about it.

abby’s hand flex open and closed from a fist, grabbing onto the weighted bar she was laying underneath. she had to let off some steam or else these thoughts would nevertheless, totally consume her.

she picks the bar up with ease, her blood already flowing in a coursing stream from the millions of dirty things she wanted you to do to her. it was filthy, and she couldn’t help but let out a little groan thinking about what power you’d have over her strong, muscular figure.

how your soft fingers would trail over her arms in wonder, unbeknownst to you, it would be the only thing she’s thinking off at night when fucking herself off to the thought of you.

you’re gleaming eyes, ones she’d fantasised would stare her down as you’d pound into her cunt with your tongue.

and not-suprsingly, your thighs. she has a thing for those, especially yours. it’s something she’d wish you’d rub all over her own as your moans and whines would meld together to form one sickening melody.

abby kept her eyes on the ball, squeezing the bar as tight as she could manage while lifting the bar up and down.

“4…. 5…. 6….”

she huffed out in even yet laboured breaths. it wasn’t the workout that forced her out of breath, it was you.

you were now standing outside the glass walls across the gym, giving abby a curious look as you analysed her workout routine. your eyes grazed across her arms, how they were already dripping with sweat, and her reddening face from what you presumed was her laboured session.

little to your knowledge, she felt heated from you and your eyes forcing daggers through her throat, making breathing like a normal human a challenge.

“13….14….15….”

abby puffs out, letting the bar rest on the bench press. she sits up, wiping a gleam of sweat from her forehead as she averts your piercing gaze. it suddenly felt hotter than usual, not just with you staring at her, but her core. it felt fluttery, and all the more warm.

she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together to try and fight off that feeling, but it’d only made it grow stronger with each swipe of friction from her work-out shorts.

maybe that’s why you were staring.

how her ass perfectly fit within the fabric, and every time she’d squat with weights above her shoulders, it grew more pronounced than ever. it was enough to make you melt right into the concrete floor.

abby hurriedly picked up her waterbottle, taking a large group of sips from it before pulling away with a couple heaved breaths. she stood up right upon you entering the gym, knowing she can’t avoid you entirely, she shyly walks up to you.

“hey.. you in for today?” she asks, a lump beginning to form in her throat as you look up at her with those adorable beady eyes.

“yeah, i missed out yesterday from our patrol.. you leaving already?” you ask, lips curling into an indiscreet grin.

“ah yeah.. i’ve done my fair share of work, but i’ll catch you soon, yeah?” she reaches her hand out, presumably to pull you into a hug like she does with the rest of her mates. but you were irrevocably different.

“mhm, let me know if you ever wanna have a session with me.” abby pulls you closer, her hand almost wrapping around your waist entirely. it amazed you how she could do that.

abby nods, her cheeks flaring up as you flashed a smile. god you were so sweet. too sweet for her but she craves it.

she picks up the pace and heads out of the gym to her room. turning around all twists and corners, nooks and crannies until she makes it to her door.

her legs are squeezed together, she can already feel what’s about to happen as soon as those doors fly open.

—

abby, all heated and breathless, is laying on her bed. the sheets are all sprawled out in whichever direction, which she could care less about. her fingers are madly thrusting in and out of her seeping, needy hole, the only thing on her mind is the thought of you spreading her thighs and licking all around her cunt, lips and all.

her whines are muffled with her hand plastered over her lips, so desperately wanting to shout out to you, to call your name and have you tell her she’s taking you so well.

“mmfh.. c’mon..”

her eyes rolled to the back of her head, to the sides and closed shut as the friction caused by her fingers slamming into her was making her legs spasm. it was hard to keep going knowing you weren’t really there between her thighs and drinking up all her delicious juices, but it felt so real.

her whines grew needier, with strands of her dirty blonde locks sticking to her forehead with sweat. she took her calloused hand away from her mouth for a moment to palm her tits, letting her fingers twist and massage her nipples. she audibly whined, shutting her eyes tightly as to imagine you were the one touching her, making her feel so good.

her eyes began to well up with tears, drops of her pleasure trickling down her rosy cheeks as she moaned out your name. over, and over, and over,

“abby?”

her eyes fly open to see you standing beside her bed, with your arms crossed and an almost stunned expression on your face?

abby grabs at a pillow that was next to her head, pulling it close to her flushed body with the most mortified look painting her face.

“oh- oh my god-” she sheepishly mutters. her voice grows an inch of an octave as she nervously stutters to grab the scrunched up blanket instead to cover her large figure.

“i’m- oh my god, i’m so sorry-”

if she felt embarrassed before, she’d now experienced her life literally flashing before her eyes as you towered over her.

“abby.. were you..?” you trail off, trying to hide that smug look on your face with a hand.

“no, i.. no i wasn’t..”

she searches for an excuse, one that would be believable enough for you to entertain. but she knew you were smarter than that. you could see right through her, now more than ever.

“abby...” you almost coo at her, sitting beside her and placing a hand on her thigh. just because she was embarrassed and still trapped in a state of shock didn’t mean that she wasn’t actively feeling her liquids pool out of her at your touch.

“i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking-”

you cut her off.

“ ‘s nothing to be ashamed of.” you pronounce. your eyes are locked onto hers, although she’s desperately attempting to avoid you entirely. she wanted to skip to maybe 5 minutes ago when this whole thing started so she wouldn’t have gotten carried away and basically fucked herself to the thought of you.

abby remained silent.

“..what were you saying? ‘i need you?’ ” you directly quote, making abby’s lips quiver in shame. it felt so good in the moment but she hadn’t ever expected you to walk in on her.

abby doesn’t respond, the reality of her actions slowly washing over her, each wave bringing her a sense of shame. shame she wished she could undo at the snap of her slick-covered fingers.

the atmosphere grew tense with each beat of silence that passed them by, but you were less than disgusted.

“..y’know, i can maybe help you out, if you’d like?”

your needy hand lightly trailed up and down her thigh, making abby shiver with want. your face inches closer to her, but only proceeding if she agreed.

she keeps her head down, but you can feel she wants it, she’s just too embarrassed to say anything. abby’s thighs begin to discreetly rub against each other, her liquids generously covering her inner thighs. that was enough of a sign for you.

“just sit there and relax, don’t do anything except look pretty, m’kay?” you whisper, words laced with sincerity as you pulled her closer with your index finger and thumb.

"this okay?" you ask in a soft tone one final time, but abby can't contain herself anymore, her needy lips meeting yours with nothing short of a moan. your lips are immediately locked, lapping over each other like you hadn't been touched in years. you could both just feel the desperation from each other as abby cubed your cheek with her hand, the one she was just using to pleasure herself a moment ago.

abby moans once more whilst you deepen the kiss, swapping saliva and messily letting your tongues meld together. now you could only hope no one would walk in on you both this time.

you pull away for a breather as you placed her hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her to lay on the small bed.

"shh, let me do the work" you coo, placing a wet kiss to her throat, your mouth sparing no break at sucking on her sweet spot, earning a soft whine from abby. oh how pretty her moans were. they drifted so effortlessly through the air like the wind on a fresh summer morning. you could feel just how needy she was for you by the way her hand aimlessly massaged your back. your back shivered, her touch making you tingle in all the right spots.

you begin to make your way down to her chest, pulling the blanket away from her breathtaking figure. her tits were perked up, just for you. she turned her head away from you as you gawked at them. although you'd just caught a glimpse of them as you walked in, they looked more savoury up close. you immediately jump to kiss her sweet nipples that just begged for you to touch them. you lapped your tongue around them a couple times before sucking them, saliva perfectly coating her pretty buds. she dubiously let out a whimper, her cheeks growing rosier each second you spent eyeing her.

"please.." she muttered in a dragged whine, which caught your attention.

"please what? use your words baby," you pulled away for a second, your tongue slightly perking out from between your lips. teasing her, you flicked her tit erupting a whimper from abby.

"just.. please, fuck me." she whispered. you didn't feel the need to make her spend aloud as that was all you needed. you knew no bounds as you lowered yourself, passing her stomach, her waist and abdomen. thanks to abby, she was already undressed from the moment you walked in, so there was no need to undress her and waste time.

your eye were met with a pretty, lightly trimmed bush above the most irresistible pussy you've ver laid your eyes on. you swab a finger across her clit, passing by her lips and her hole that desperately clenched around nothing. how adorable.

"mmm, so wet.." you hummed at the sight. you breathed onto her skin, the warm air sending rounds of shivers up and down her spine that slightly arched off the bed. she let her hand gently grip onto your hair, although you haven't even worked your magic yet.

you run another finger across her pussy, picking up her liquids and playing with it, circling her needy hole wit her own juices. she squirmed, making you have to hold her down with your less than buff arms. this was going to be a journey.

"hold still baby, i haven't even started." you chuckled, to which she ran her fingers through your messed up locks. you let your tongue fall flat, swiping it along her folds. a quiet moan elicits from her parted lips, trying to contain herself and not let herself go instantly.

you begin to slowly lick at her bud, seeing just how sensitive she was as she squirmed at there touch. you held her in place, slithering your arms around her thighs and over your head. you pick up the pace suddenly, flicking your tongue at an even and steady pace. not too fast and not too slow, just enough for abby to grip a chunk of your hair into a fist and bucking her hips into your face.

abby was melting under your touch, almost every couple seconds she'd whimper quietly, and if you worked hard enough she'd even call your name in that pretty, sultry voice of hers. you wished you'd experienced this sooner.

your nose pokes at her bud while you let your tongue roam around her hole, licking at all her tasty juices like it was fresh, icy water. she whines,

"oh.. ohh..."

abby's eyes gradually develop a rim of tears below her lash line, a tear or two trickling down her freckled cheeks while you relentlessly lapped around her cunt. she bucked into you, giving you a full taste of her as you dove deeper into her trench. your grip on her thighs tightened each time sheared to squirm out of your touch.

"i'm- mfhm.." she kept her eyes on you the entire time, watching as you paid close attention to the area that needed you most. your eyes pull away from her cunt for a second, looking up at those equally as gorgeous eyes that fluttered open and tightly shut when you began to suckle at her clit. she began to shiver, her legs almost squeezing your head to pulp.

"im close.." she managed to say without letting a moan slip, her free hand slapping over her mouth as you continuously lap over her pretty pussy, her hips actively squirming away and bucking into you at the same time. it wasn't like you cared, since all that mattered was how abby was reacting to the way you constantly abused her engorged clit.

you pull away for a second, your head lifting from in between her soaked thighs as you leaned closer to her face.

"suck." you gently demanded before sticking two fingers out for her to have her fun with. you gave her a soft smile, admiring just how irresistible and perfect she looked in this moment, along with her messy braid which concocted of loose strands and hair sticking to her flushed face from sweat. her eyes remained half lidded as she grabbed your wrist with her hand, feeling her trembling when she takes you into her mouth. the warmth of her tongue makes you shiver with delight. she circles her tongue around you, in between your digits and your fingers as a whole. you don't push her in taking in the whole thing, letting her enjoy the feeling of you.

you pull out your fingers from her mouth, your thumb gently caressing her bottom lip in adoration. "good girl," you whisper voice soft as velvet as you lean in to give her a kiss on the lips. all she can do is smile back as you waste no time in diving back between her thighs, prodding at her hole whilst it clenched around nothing yet again.

she's filling up in a matter of seconds. you gently push a finger through, feeling her walls gently tighten around you. another moan escapes from her puffy lips as you circle around her clit that twitched just for you.

"just relax, abby. i know you can take it." you tell her, your words muffled by her hips bucking into you time and time again. your fingers seep deeper into her hole, already beginning to pull in and out at a steady pace. the combination of your swift tongue and your leisurely fingers was enough to make her sob with arousal. you worked her body so well.

abby mumbled curses under her breath as you incessantly began to suck on her clit. she squirms and grinds on your tongue to feel your tastebuds drag on her swollen bud. her moans grew louder with each passing moment, shivering like a helpless wet puppy.

you’re fingers picked up the pace, curling in spots she’d never experimented with before. she arches her back well off the mattress and whines, her gorgeous groans echoing through the spacious room.

“fuck- please, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

she’s close. you can tell from the way abby’s fingers interlock with your locks again, she pulls on it like the reigns of a horse, guiding you where she wants you. licking and sucking and rubbing along all the right places gets her thighs quivering besides your head.

you keep the same pace with your fingers, now evenly pushing them in and out. each thrust covers you fingers with more and more slick as abby moans one final time, her grip on your hair tightening. she pulls on it for you to halt, but you don’t stop.

“please- i can’t take more..”

“yes you can baby, you got one more in you. you got it.”

you whisper, still attacking her clit with your ravishing tongue that kept the same movements. you pushed in and out with your soaked fingers, making it easier to curl upwards and feel the insides of her intensely clenched walls.

she screams in a whine, her eyes welled with tears as she prepares for her second climax. it felt so good, so much better than her just fucking herself. and she knew if she ever got the chance with you, you’d take care of her so well

in a matter of moments, she cums again, back falling flat on the bed. her juices elegantly flow in waves out of her pussy when you slowly pull your fingers out. you’re never seen such a delicious sight. licking one final swab of her cunt, her cum laid generously on the tip of your tongue.

abby was such a mess. her hair sticking to her face and neck, eyes pink from crying, lips puffy from kissing. she’d never looked so beautiful.

“you did so well abby, took me so well.”

you plant a kiss on her forehead, too dazed for her to reciprocate.

all she does is moan in response, earning a chuckle out of you.

she mumbles felt so good under her breath as you pull away to get her cleaned up. wiping at her liquids that generously coated her thighs and her cunt.

—

“hmm, was that good?”

you asked, looking up at her chasmic blue eyes. she seemed deep in thought.

“better than i imagined.” she poked at their previous embarrassing encounter with each other.

“how long have you been… getting off to me?” you ask out of the blue, only realising how strange the question really was when abby gave you a surprised look.

“uh.. well, quite a while actually.” she responds after some time. it’s not a question people get asked often, so she didn’t really know what to say.

“mmhm..” you hum, letting your fingers roam around her chest. the blanket used to cover abby previously was now laid over you both as you rest from the heat of the moment.

“..can i have a turn?”

tbc.

HELLO!!! this is the first thing i’ve properly written since like.. 2 yrs ago or smth LMAO. pls be nice cos ive never written for tlou before and wanted to captivate abby’s personality perfectly!! i hope you enjoyed!! and feedback is appreciated thank u ♡ edit: scissoring will be in pt 2 if y’all were wondering!

dt: louise my realest oomf

word count: 3,284

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[multifandomlover01]

Stress Relief

Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU!)Stressed!Fem!Dom!Reader

Established Relationship

WC: ~2.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!Spencer, dom!reader (soft dom and kinda mean dom at some points), Mommy kink, CNC (kinda; safe word/use is mentioned/implied to be in place), Spencer wants reader to hurt him, to use him as stress relief, reader puts her hand on his throat but does not restrict his airflow, degradation (Spencer is referred to as a whore a few times), objectification (Spencer gets called a toy), slight dumbification (description, not dialogue), slight praise kink (in dialogue), almost caught by Derek, Hotch knew

Summary: While reader is under investigation for a perceived bad shoot on a case, Spencer sees how stressed she is and wants to help her relieve some

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Gif from 7x13 and some plot based on Season 7 opener but that placement is loose (used more as a template) and not in stone. It can be set really anywhere. It’s not specified.

“Look at my record. You will not find one reprimand on it for my behavior. Unless you’re now questioning my unit chief’s ability to be effective in the position instead of my alleged incompetence as an agent.”

After being grilled for an hour about your conduct on a recent case, the Lead Investigator had the nerve to suggest that Hotch was covering for you and your behavior, as if it were a habitual problem.

"To your knowledge, has Agent Hotchner ever falsified a report?"

"No. I have never asked him to do so and to my knowledge he has never done so on my behalf. If he has falsified a report without my knowledge, you'd have to ask him about it."

-

“Hey…what happened?” Spencer asks softly as he sees your expression as you come out of the room.

“I can’t discuss it.” You say simply, curtly, as you walk past your team, leaving them concerned.

Spencer almost instinctively follows you.

You were moving fast but he caught up to you with his long legs.

“Hey, Y/N. Wait, please.” He says pleadingly, reaching out to touch your elbow. You stop and turn to face him.

“I really don’t want to talk right now.”

"Then let's not talk."

"What?"

"Follow me." He gingerly grasps your wrist and guides you to an empty supply room.

-

The kiss was getting more passionate. You were clutching tightly to his shirt collar as you kissed him deeply. You could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your feelings and you had to stop this before you went too far.

“Baby, baby, stop…I can’t do this right now…I might hurt you with the emotional state that I’m in.” You reluctantly pushed him away.

“Then hurt me.” He looks at you pleadingly, his lips red and puffy. His face was flushed as well.

“Wh-what?” You ask, caught off guard by his request.

“If it’ll make you feel better, hurt me.” He says with complete sincerity.

“N-no…I can’t do that.” You shake your head.

“Please…I see how upset you are. You’re furious about whatever happened in that room. You need to let this stress out instead of just bottling it up inside. That’s not healthy. Use me as stress relief, please. I promise I’ll safe word if it gets to be too much. But you need this. I can see that you do.”

“Spencer…I-I can’t…” your head reels at his words.

“But feel how hard I am for you, hon.” He says sweetly as he takes your hand and places it over the bulge in his pants. He’s definitely not above manipulation. That much is most certainly clear. “Come on…tell me I’m a whore for being this aroused by you when you’re this upset. Punish me for being a bad boy.”

“Spencer…” you warn lightly.

“Mommy…please…I’ve been such a bad boy. You’re all angry and I’m all horny. That’s just not fair. Punish me.” He whispers in your ear.

“Spencer…” you groan.

“That’s it, miss…get angry with me.” He grinds his hips against yours.

“Stop it.” You grit out.

“No.”

He’s pushing you. You shouldn’t let him but he knows full well what he’s doing and how to do it. The more you resist, the more he’ll push.

“Spencer…I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“Yes, you are…you just refuse to let yourself be. Come on…give in.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Spence.”

“I promised to safe word if I needed to. And I will. But you need this. I want you to do this to me. I’m letting you do this. Just let yourself lean into it.” He begins to massage your shoulders. You’re really tense.

“Damn you.” You mutter.

His hands are off your shoulders and his hips are grinding against yours again. He's smirking at you. Your hands glide up to his shoulders and you’re whirling him around so he’s now against the wall and you’re pressing him into it. He doesn’t even try to fight you. You’re in control. You can do whatever you want to him and he’ll let you.

“You wanna be a bad boy…goad Mommy even more?”

He nods. “Yes, Mommy. Wanna make you angry. Want you to take your stress out on me. I really do promise I’ll safe word if I need to. But I want you to use me, Mommy, please.”

He looks so soft and pathetic. You growl slightly before cupping his face and kissing him passionately. He melts against you, still bucking his hips against yours before you press more into him. He whimpers at the pressure against his hard cock through his clothes. He stops his hip movement.

He moans into the kiss. He's being louder than usual and you realize that he's still likely trying to goad you into it more. You're in a semi-public place so you're all for it. You break the kiss and set a hand against his neck. You're not squeezing, it's just there on his neck.

"Shut up." You hiss.

"But it feels so good, Mommy. Want you to know how good you make me feel."

"Well we can't very well get caught, now can we? So be quiet."

"Make me."

You glare at him and he just smirks because this is exactly what he wants. He wants to make you angry. He wants you to take your anger out on him.

"I know what you're trying to do." You lean in close and whisper.

"I know you do. But it's still working, isn't it?"

"What's your color?"

"Oh so green, ma'am." He has a cocky grin on his face.

You chuckle and shake your head before you squeeze ever so slightly on his throat. You can practically see his eyes glaze over slightly with lust.

"You're sure this doesn't bother you?" You ask, still wary and concerned.

"I'm very sure. Please...keep going." He smiles reassuringly at you.

"I'm gonna bite you...you're gonna let me...and you're gonna be a good boy and be quiet, ok?"

He smiles and nods. "Ok,"

You release his neck and lean in. You waste no time smelling him, kissing him, or nibbling him. You just sink your teeth right into his neck.

He sucks in air. It hurts a bit but he loves it and he's going to take whatever his Mommy needs to give him to make herself feel better. That’s all that matters to him right now.

You bite and suck a nice mark onto his neck. He gets over the pain and lets his pleasure consume him. He’s moaning pornographically.

“Still don’t wanna be quiet?” You hiss against his neck.

“Still feels so good, Miss.”

“You’re such a whore.” You chuckle softly.

“But I’m your whore, ma’am.” He looks at you with heart eyes.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do…now be quiet.”

“What will you do, Mommy? Hmm? Tell me what you’ll do if I can’t keep quiet.”

“I’ll take your tie off and stuff it in your slutty little mouth.”

“Oh please do that, please. You know the second you get your hand around my cock, I’m gonna be gone. I won’t be able to keep quiet.”

“Who said I’d be touching your cock?” You smirk.

“Wh-what?” He looks at you with those sad puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just kidding, hon.” You squeeze his bulge and he gasps sharply.

“Oh yes, Mommy, please, stroke my cock and get me ready for you.”

“You gonna be quiet?”

He shakes his head no. You chuckle. You quickly work his tie off and bunch it up and shove it in his already open mouth. You make quick work of getting his slacks undone, running your hand over his bulge through the material of his boxers. He moans through the tie. It thankfully is finally muffled.

You continued to rub him through his boxers. His head falls back against the wall and his eyes flutter closed.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He hums and nods.

You slip your hand inside his boxers and fondle his balls. He jolts.

"I'm gonna get you nice and hard, baby, and then I'm gonna use your cock to get me off, would you like that? Would my little whore like his Mommy to use him for her own pleasure like he was just a toy?" You squeeze his balls and he sobs into the gag, tears forming in his eyes. He nods his head enthusiastically.

You chuckle. "Thought so."

You get his slacks and his boxers pushed down, letting his cock free of its confines. It stands hard and more or less tall and proud. You take it in one hand and stroke it. Spencer moans into the gag.

“Love how even though this is about my stress relief, you still moan like the whore you are.”

Tears slip down his face. He sobs into the tie.

"'M sorry." gets muffled by the gag but it is more or less understandable.

"It's ok, baby. Just don't forget who this is about."

He nods, indicating that he remembers exactly who this is all for. You. Not him.

"Stroke yourself...slowly." You command and he obeys immediately as he takes over from you. You kick your flats off and take your own pants and underwear off completely. You take Spencer's hand and guide it to your sex as you take back over stroking him from him.

"Rub." You command and he obey immediately as he rubs at your clit in just the right way that he knows will get you wet and ready to use him.

After a few minutes of rubbing your clit, he moans into the tie when he feels how wet you are.

"Stop." You command and he does. By now his cock is hard and ready.

"Should I make you lay down on the floor so I can ride you?" You wonder out loud and Spencer nods enthusiastically.

"Alright, then. Be a good little toy and get on the ground."

He doesn't have to be told twice and immediately lies down on the ground on his back. His pants and boxers are still only halfway down his legs but he doesn't care. He can only bring himself to care about you.

He watches you intently as you position yourself. He moans into the gag when you rub his cock head over your slit and clit. He can feel how wet you are.

Tears brim at the edges of his eyes when you keep doing it and don’t put his cock inside of you already.

"Pwease." He murmurs through the tie that is still stuffed in his mouth.

"Please what, baby? I can't understand you." You tease before you slowly work the tip of his cock through your entrance.

Once again, he is moaning around the tie.

"Shh, honey. You're too loud." You continue to tease him as you slowly work more of his cock in you, which causes him to now whine into the tie.

You rock your hips back and forth slowly when you fully sink down on him. His eyes are glued to where his cock disappeared inside of you. His eyes drag up your body and land on your clothed breasts. He stares. He wants to see your breasts bounce as you bounce on his cock.

You look at where he’s looking and smirk.

“It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?” You chuckle and he nods quickly, eyes gleaming.

You slowly unbutton your shirt and he’s looking at the show with intrigue. You shrug the shirt off your shoulders and take your bra off next.

He moans softly into the tie when your breasts are fully revealed to him.

“Does my pretty toy wanna see my breasts bounce while I use him?”

He nods as tears spill from his eyes. You rock your hips back and forth before lifting them up and down. His gaze is still fixed firmly upon your bouncing breasts.

He desperately wants to touch them, to knead them, to rub his thumbs over your nipples. But he hasn’t been instructed to do that. He hasn’t been instructed not to do that either but he’d rather be safe and not do it than do it and be sorry because you didn’t tell him to do it. He knew that he’d get punished if he did something that you hadn't instructed him to do. And he didn’t want to get punished. This was about you. Not him. He had to be a good boy for you. And good boys do what they are told. Good boys don’t do things they weren’t told to do.

You start to bounce on his cock, his tip hitting just the right spot inside for the both of you. He didn't dare cum unless you gave him permission to, though.

You snake a hand down to rub at your clit. Spencer wants to rub your clit for you but he hasn’t been told to and he can’t very well ask to due to the fact that his tie is still stuffed in his mouth. He just watches you as you pleasure yourself and relieve your stress. He is happy he can help you in any way he can.

Tears brim at his eyes when he feels like he’s close to cumming and is trying really hard not to.

“You can cum in me if you want but then you’re getting my pussy on your mouth.” You tell him in a neutral tone, evidently happy to use him in any way to get off.

Spencer’s brain goes haywire trying to figure out what the best course of action is but his dick feels so good in your pussy that it’s the only thing he can bring himself to think about. His mind gets clouded with pleasure. He doesn’t even realize that he cums inside of you until you’re getting off of him.

You take the tie out of his mouth and use it to collect the bit of his cum on your thighs that’s leaking out of you. You don’t care that he can’t wear it now because it’s stained and that its absence would still raise questions among the team.

You repositioned yourself, your cunt hovering over his mouth. He opens his mouth and pants lightly, sticking his tongue out like a dog as he eagerly waits for you to sit on your throne (meaning his face). When you do, his lips immediately begin to suck on your clit as he wraps them around it.

You grind against his face and his tongue delves into your heat. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue flicks in and out of you.

“That’s it…such a good toy.” You praise as you card your fingers through his hair.

He whimpers against you. You rock more back and forth and he licks and sucks more. He knows you don’t have much time left before the team gets suspicious or either of you are wanted by the Lead Investigator. He works faster to bring you to an orgasm, paying special attention to licking and sucking your clit. Your arousal coats his lips and chin.

There is a knock on the supply room door.

Spencer stills his movement, mortified at the prospect of getting caught. He expects you to stop and get off of him. But you don’t.

Instead, you grasp his hair a bit tightly and hiss: “don’t you dare fucking stop.” And so, he continued.

“You two wanna stop smooching? They’re gonna want Reid next after Hotch.” Derek’s voice comes through the door.

“Uh…y-yeah…we’ll be out in a minute!” You call back out to him, succeeding and not letting him in on the fact that you were not in fact smooching.

“You gotta make me cum in the next minute, baby, can you do that? Pretty please?” You softly as you tug on Spencer’s hair again.

“Mhm.” He hums as he doubles his previous efforts. He’s licking and sucking faster. And you have to work harder to contain your moans.

It only takes a minute before his face is getting even more coated in your arousal. He moans deeply against you but it’s muffled still. You get off of him and clean up and get dressed quickly.

Derek is outside of the room and surveys the two of you. You’d done a good job of hiding what you’d done and Derek just thinks you two were kissing.

You go back amongst the group and Spencer is called in next after Hotch.

Hotch sits down next to you after he comes out. He doesn’t look happy.

“Did they ask you too?” You ask as you look over at him.

He nods. “They did. It’s completely unwarranted and inappropriate. They’re going after both of us for things they know we didn’t do just to try and justify investigating you for something else you didn’t do. Anyway…did you and Reid…have a nice time?” He asks with a small smile on his face.

“Wh-what?” You ask, cheeks tinging pink as you look at him to see if he’s asking what you’re afraid that he’s asking.

“You seem pretty pissed. You’re under investigation here. I can only imagine how it was for you. Did you let off that steam?” He asks and is completely serious but doesn’t seem mad.

“Sir…I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.”

“Just say yes or no and we can drop the subject. I just want to make sure one of my best agents isn’t keeping her emotions bottled up until they explode.”

“Y-yes…it got…taken care of.” You answered, feeling weird about your unit chief asking you such a question.

“Good.” He nods.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #sub!spencer reid #sub!spencer #sub spencer reid #dom reader #dom!reader #soft dom reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #bau reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic

[mggsv]

My Remedy

m!reader x spencer reid (18+)(fluff)(angst sorta but happy ending)

summary: Spencer’s had a rough day at work, and you do your best to make him feel better

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!spencer, subspace, sir kink, praise kink, milking

“Spence..? Baby..talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“M..Mhm.”

“Sweetheart..i need a clear answer. Let’s stop right here-“

“No- It’s..it’s okay.. keep going.”

His breath hitched as you kissed up his trembling thighs lovingly. Your fingers slipped deeper into your lover’s hole while you watched his glossy eyes, and the faded tear marks on his cheeks. He moaned softly..your name slipping beautifully off his tongue.

Spencer had a bad day at work that day. The way he came into your shared apartment and immediately went to the bedroom without your normal kiss was the first alarm. Secondly, it was the shower water running afterwards. You always showered with Spencer when he got off of work- no matter if you’d taken one already or not. You enjoyed the space you both shared (and washing his hair was a fever dream). You ordered his favorite too, indian food. Hell- you’d starve yourself until he got home and don’t have an issue with it, as long as it was time spent together.

“..Spence?” You frown as you call out to him. You made your way down the hall to your shared bedroom, making your way to the bathroom door. You knock twice before you heard it, faint, but as you leaned your ear against the door you heard him sniffling. “Baby..?” you speak softly, “Are you okay?” He sniffled once more, a faint “no” could be heard.

“..May I come in?” the shower water turns off, and you hear Spencer mutter, “yes..”

You open the door to find your lover sitting on the edge of the tub, looking down at his lap. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask him, taking a seat down on the floor by his long legs. you lean your head on his thigh, smiling softly when he starts to touch your hair.

“Bad day at work.” he sighs.

“We’ve all had those.” you chuckle. his hands pull gently at the strands.

“..it’s just..it was overwhelming. one case after the other i don’t sleep. i think my mental stability just collapsed, i couldn’t proceed with work and came home.” the thoughts made you frown while Spencer shuddered. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Sweetheart ..it’s okay. How about this: i draw you a nice warm bath, and get the food heated up and then we can head on to bed hm? no boring late night shows, just us in bed.” You stand up and grab his hand, which he gladly accepted. You kept his hand as you turned on the tub water, looking underneath the bathroom sink for his little aftercare basket you had.

“..Baby?” Spencer’s voice filled your ears. You look back at the red figure and raise a brow, “Yes sweetheart?”

“Tonight can we..”

And so it started, Spencer on his back while you fingered his already gaping hole. You watched intensely at the way he tried his best to stay still. Helplessly stroking his little cock, you prod your fingers at his prostate, pressing against it gently.

“feels s’ good..” he moaned, back arching just the slightest. “that’s good baby,” you cooed, biting your lip as you sped up, “i want you to feel good.”

“i wanna- i wanna cum..” Spencer’s bottom starts to twitch, that pool building in his stomach for the third time tonight, “..please sir” he begged, shutting his eyes tightly. your fingers brushed against his prostate once more and he shudders. he felt like jelly against your body. You were so hard.. but this was about making Spencer feel his absolute best.

“fuck fuck fuck-“ he choked out a groan, body twitching even harder, still, you gripped his little cock in your hand and jerked his off faster, thumb shielding his tip. “s..sir please..” he whimpered, rutting against your hand.

“be still baby. you’re doing very good for me, so good” you loom over him and smile softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. Spencer began to spew nonsense as his whole body shook, tears leaking from his eyes once more. “c..can’t hold it” he breathes deeply.

you let up, hands and all. you sit back and watch his cock shoot it’s strings. all over Spencer’s tummy. “sir…s-“ he cried out, thrusting into the air as he kept cumming. you enjoyed milking Spencer, you knew he loved it as well.

Once he calmed down, his body stilled, and you watched it relax.

“Spence…? Baby?” you murmur, grabbing a wash rag to clean his body with. You made sure to grab the aftercare basket with you from the bathroom.

“mm..” he breathed shakily. as you clean his body you notice he’s staring up at the ceiling, eyes clouded and hazy.

“Sweetheart- focus on my voice okay?”

“..mhm” he moans. you touch his body gently. washing him off and kissing each little spot. “come back to me hm? you have food to eat i know you’re hungry.” chuckling softly you kiss his forehead.

“I love you sweetheart.” you say once more

#spencer reid x male reader #gender neutral reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg x reader #mgg #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x reader #angst #spencer reid angst #male reader #spencer reid x y/n #sub spencer reid #dom reader #soft dom reader #soft dom #fluff #aftercare

[midnight-black2]

𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : you decide to show farleigh just how much you love him

disclaimer : praise, sub!farleigh, softdom!gn!reader, masturbation (m receiving), very sappy, just a bit vanilla unfortunately but i wanted to keep it gender neutral

note : this is loosely inspired by the song "to love" by suki waterhouse, so to enhance the reading experience, listen to it !!

it was dark outside, the moonlight spilled into your dorm through the window. farleigh lie next to you, peacefully. the two of you completely content with the warm silence that filled the room. completely content in just each others presence. he was looking at the moon and you? you were looking at him. he seemed, preoccupied; a look on his face you couldn't quite decipher.

"y/n?" farleigh called, softly.

"hm?" you hummed, eyes darting between his and his lips--you couldn't decide what was a better sight.

"i think you're the only person who's actually cared for me...loved me, even," he said, pensively as he kept his eyes on the moon. there was a beat of utter silence. "i mean, just think about it, you were supposed to be out having fun with your friends and instead you're here, with me. anyone else i know would've dropped me in a heartbeat."

"you don't know that," you answered, with a small frown.

"oh but yes i do," he countered, with a sigh. he chuckled, he didn't know how else to deal with his feelings but laugh. alas, he was never good at expressing himself through words. "it's just i-...why do you stay? even when im rude, or i don't communicate properly like im doing now, you stay. why?"

"because i love you, farleigh. you're the only person i've ever wanted to be around. we understand each other, and i understand you, all of you. your flaws and your strengths," you responded. it almost broke your heart the way he couldn't see how much he meant to you. "i love you so, so much."

"yeah?" he queried, a small grin creeping up on his lips, as he turned over to face you.

"yeah," you assured, returning the smile. he leaned in just a bit closer, your noses touching.

"let me prove it to you," you uttered out, against his lips. his brows furrowed slightly, as he swallowed shallowly.

"what?" he questioned. he knew what you meant, although he wanted to hear you say it.

"let me show you just how much i love you. then maybe you'll stop all this crazy talk," you said, eyes flickering to his lips. he nodded eagerly, a small smirk on his face. you pulled him into a kiss, a gentle one. you wanted to treat him right. your hand found its way to his cheek, holding gently. you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, before you adjust yourself to straddle him. you break away from the kiss, the both of you breathless.

"you're so pretty, love," you said, gazing into his eyes. his cheeks turned a crimson color, as he kept eye contact with you. you leaned back in for another kiss, before grabbing the hem of his jumper. he helped you in the effort of pulling it over his head. you tossed the sweater off to the side, before you trailed kisses down his chin, and to his neck. you left faint marks and hickeys on his smooth skin. he sighed pleasurably at the feeling.

your hands traveled down his unclothed chest , your fingers grazing his nipples, causing his breath to hitch in the slightest. you smiled at that, reminding yourself of how sensitive he really was. your hands found their way to his jeans. his eyes were trained on you, anticipating every single action you made.

"do you want me to continue?" you asked. after all, consent is hot. he squinted his eyes a bit, and scoffed.

"are you seriously asking me that?" he asked, sassily.

"yes, i am. do you want me to continue?"

"wha-yes! yes of course i want you to continue! please."

"that's all you had to say, love," you said, with a small laugh, before you began to unbuckle his belt. you then unbuttoned his jeans. he pulled them down, and you lifted your hips so he could get them off. you discarded the jeans to go along with his jumper. he was left only in his neon orange boxers. they were bold, they were very...him.

"interesting choice of boxers," you teased, with a chuckle.

"oh don't bully me," he replied, dramatically with an eye roll. nonetheless, there was an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"i like them, i do. they are definitely something you would pick." you both shared a laugh, before you kissed him once again. you smiled against his lips when he pulled away to say something.

"god, can't you just fuck me already? with all of this love and kissing you're making me feel so...i don't know," he protested, a prisoner to your stare.

"i wanted to take my time with you." he gulped, cheeks burning. he felt showered in love by you.

"i don't think i could love you anymore."

"likewise." you said, as you continued kissing his neck. your hand snuck its way into his boxers. your forefinger circled his tip. he whimpered, softly, but still audibly. he was growing harder by the second.

"you're such a tease," he said, breathily. you grinned as your finger traced up and down his length. you put him out of his torture, and finally form a circle with your fingers, properly stroking him.

"oh fuck," he whines, as he locks eyes with you. you smile softly at the sight of him, writhing and whining and moaning underneath you.

"you're such a good boy, farleigh," you say, quietly. he whines even louder, he didn't think he could handle it--he was gonna faint. you were being so kind, and he didn't even know how to handle it.

"i-i oh, oh my god," he moans.

"you're doing so well, angel," you praise, before enveloping him in yet another kiss, swallowing all of the sounds he let out. your pace sped up, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock gently. he let his mouth fall slack, brows knitting together.

"s-shit please," he moaned. goodness, he wasn't even sure what he was begging for at that point.

"i love you so much, sweet boy," you kissed his forehead. he looked up at you, big doe eyes clouded and hazy with pleasure.

"l-love you too," he barely managed to mumble out. he whines as your hand twists and teases his length. "fuck, y/n, think m'gonna come."

"come whenever you want to, my love," you responded, admiring him as he breathed more heavily. soon enough, he stayed true to his word, cumming. he felt utter euphoria wash over him, as his mouth fell impossibly more open in a silent moan. you rode out his high, slowing down your pumps. he could hardly breathe, but there was a content smile on his lips.

"you did so good f'me, farleigh," you said, before pecking lips softly. "now do you believe i love you more than life?" there was a beat of silence as he tried to catch his breath, he smirked a bit.

"i don't know, you might have to prove it to me again."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#dom!reader #smut #dom reader #saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #farleigh saltburn #farleigh smut #soft dom reader #sappy

[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

Hungry For Your Living Kiss [sub Loki Smut]

Sub TDW!Loki x Dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person. Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it. When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Well, there we go. I’ve actually written smut for once, big surprise! This fic kinda developed a mind of its own at some point and now this is the end result. I don’t know what happened… 😂

Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​ for inspiring me and being a cheerleader, and also thanks to @lokischambermaid​ for encouraging me to actually go through with writing this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it.

@muddyorbsblr​ I hope you like this too!

I haven’t written smut in a long time, so this is basically my first official attempt in... 3 years, I think. Please be kind. 😅

The title is inspired by the poem “If I Was Dead” by Carol Ann Duffy. I love her poetry and every single one of her works gives me Loki vibes. I can only recommend you check it out.

Loki stared grimly into the dungeon hallway, his vision obscured by the orange glow of Asgardian magic trapping him in this dreaded cage.

With nothing to do but reading.

And maybe waiting on new material – not that he was concerned about the plays and mythology retellings his mother kept bringing to him.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you?”

Loki bit back a comment about how he was far more interested in the maid delivering them than he cared about the books themselves. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he turned away from the wall to face his mother.

“Is that how I am to wile away eternity?”

Loki’s voice was calm, though the words sent a flash of pain through him.

Trapped in this cell, forgotten by the world. All alone.

Bitterly, he added, “Reading.”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Frigga’s calm words carried a certain emotion that he couldn’t quite place. Loki looked up at his mother, interrupting his mindless pacing around the cell.

“Have you?” he asked slowly.

He took a step towards her, allowing a hint of pain into his voice as he eyed his mother with his usual façade of indifference.

“Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor?”

The look she gave him in response made Loki want to laugh. “It must be so inconvenient, them asking after me day and night…”

Frigga ignored his comment, as she always did.

Memories of his childhood rose from the depth of Loki’s mind, how his mother had smiled in amusement whenever he showed her something he cared about. He’d been so convinced that she cared about his stories, that she was listening with interest.

Now, Loki couldn’t help but wonder how much of it had just been her being amused at his childish joy. If she’d simply waved his passions aside like they didn’t matter.

Had she ever truly listened?

Frigga frowned at him. Her stern eyes trapped Loki under their stare, preventing him from hiding behind his carefully-constructed mask again.

“You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.”

Loki bit his tongue, fighting a memory that threatened to close in on him.

Your actions…

“My actions.” he echoed in a dull voice, turning away from Frigga to pace around the cell again. His stride was more forceful now, every step crushing a painful memory beneath his sturdy boots.

Loki soon found himself arguing with his mother, finally allowing himself to release a fraction of the weight he’d carried on his shoulders since his childhood days. Frigga’s insistence on his parentage ignited a storm deep within his chest, his ears filling with white noise while she continuously compared his actions to Odin’s.

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!” Loki finally interrupted her, screaming the words right into her face.

Frigga didn’t remain quiet for long even though she’d taken a step back at his loud voice. “Then am I not your mother?” she asked softly, her ancient eyes filled with sadness.

Loki stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he choked on all the things he’d always wanted to tell her. When he finally managed to say something, it turned out to be the worst possible option he could have chosen. He already regretted the words before they even left his mouth.

“You’re not.”

Frigga just looked at him, that same deep sadness from before still on her face.

Loki reached out, wanting to apologize, to touch her, to hold her. Anything.

His hand faded straight through hers.

Frigga’s eyes didn’t leave him as she slowly dissolved into sparks of magic.

Loki stared at the spot where she’d stood only a second ago. His chest constricted painfully as their conversation repeated in his head.

You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.

He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the memories of what he’d done in the past two years. What he’d been forced to do.

As usual, Loki was too weak to fight the onslaught of pictures and sounds. They overwhelmed him, playing out in front of him in blindingly bright colors.

The screams. The pain. The view of all the destruction from atop Stark Tower, in that brief moment where he’d finally been himself again. The way Thor had pleaded with him, right before he’d lost control once more…

Loki’s legs gave out beneath him. He stumbled to the ground, the impact shooting a flash of hot, burning pain up his spine. Tears trickled down his cheeks before he even knew he was crying.

Your fault. Weak, useless, despicable.

Loki pressed his forehead against the cold stone floor, his hands balled into fists next to his face.

The whispers didn’t cease. They only increased in volume as a single word stood out among the storm of insults. It echoed off the walls, digging its claws deep into Loki’s trembling body.

Monster.

Loki awoke with a start. He blinked against sleep’s firm hold, trying to shake the remnants of his dream – or rather, his nightmare. He barely remembered anything and the pictures faded quickly as he reached consciousness.

He could still hear the screams though. They always followed him, even when he was awake.

Loki slowly sat up. His entire body protested and his limbs ached as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He paid it no mind.

He’d survived so much worse…

Loki stared at the hard surface beneath him in confusion; he must have fallen asleep on the floor. No wonder he’d been plagued by a nightmare.

Not that his waking hours were free of horror. The ghosts of the past two years followed him like a shadow even when he was wide-awake. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t escape them.

Loki wiped at his eyes to brush away the first tears rolling down his face. He gritted his teeth, ultimately failing to control himself as he gave in to the pain.

It would be one of those days again…

Voices rang out in the dungeon hallway. The two guards with their rough, ceremonious language – and then a third person, speaking in a much more joyful tone.

Loki froze. An ice-cold flash shot through him as he stared at the nontransparent cell wall.

No. You couldn’t be here, not right now!

He couldn’t let you see him like this, crying on the floor like some pathetic wimp. You deserved his best behavior, the charming prince who treated you like royalty. Not this…this sobbing moron.

Loki tried to hide his tears, desperately rubbing at his face with his sleeve. It was no use. Fresh tears continued to spill from his eyes, no matter how harshly he wiped the old ones away.

You entered the cell, the pile of books in your arms so high that it obscured your vision. You’d brought more than usual this time.

Maybe Frigga had added some books to teach him a lesson after their fight…

Loki shuffled backwards until his spine met the wall. He suppressed a pained hiss as his back protested at the impact and instead pulled his knees up towards his chest, trying his best to hide himself from you.

“Good morning, your highness. I hope I’m not too early. Queen Frigga requested that I deliver these as soon as possible.”

Your voice was far too chipper for the current time of day.

You carefully set the pile of books down onto the chair, reaching out to catch one of them before it could fall to the floor. Afterwards you turned around, quickly wiping your hands on your clothes as you searched for him.

“I know you probably haven’t finished the old ones yet, so I thought I’d just –“

Loki could tell when you spotted him cowering in the corner. He tried to make himself even smaller, wishing he could just fade into the wall.

An expression of deep concern washed over your beautiful features. You hurried across the room to kneel beside him, cupping his face between your palms.

“Are you alright?”

Loki could only stare at you in disbelief. His crying ceased, the pain replaced by utter shock at your proximity.

Did you forget who you were talking to? That you couldn’t just touch–

A shiver ran through him as your thumbs softly wiped his tears away. The careful, almost loving caress fueled the ache in his chest, though it was another kind of longing this time.

Why were you being so gentle with him? Why weren’t you running from him like everyone else?

Your touch became stronger. You angled his face towards you, leaving Loki no choice but to look at you.

“Are you alright, your highness?”

The title made him shiver, even though you’d addressed him in this manner countless times before ever since Thor had dragged him back to Asgard.

Something about your soft voice as you said the words this time was different.

It almost sounded like a term of endearment…

Loki’s mouth fell open, a quiet gasp slipping out against his will. His hand flew up and covered his mouth as he stared at you, embarrassment at his own reaction stunning him into silence.

You studied his face. A smile spread over your features – gods, you were truly beautiful – when you carefully pulled Loki’s hand away from his face. You placed it ever so gently against your cheek instead, closing your eyes for a second and leaning into the touch before you pressed your lips against it, softly kissing the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t breathe. He stared at you, your boldness leaving him completely speechless.

If someone saw you, you’d be executed immediately…

You were still smiling as you kissed his palm a second time, and a third, before your lips gently grazed the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. Your lips left goosebumps in their wake as you slowly kissed along his forearm.

A shiver shook Loki’s body. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep some semblance of composure – not that he’d possessed much to begin with. Your eyes met his while your mouth still brushed against his skin. He audibly gasped this time, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

With a soft peck to the inside of his elbow, you lifted your head and sat back on your knees, looking at him expectantly. You smiled, soft with a dash of mischief.

“Does your highness require anything else?”

Loki opened and closed his mouth without making a sound. His silver tongue betrayed him, a situation that didn’t occur often. He could usually rely quite confidently on his eloquence and quick wit.

In this moment, Loki was robbed of that gift. His tongue was immovable as stone inside his mouth.

Ironically he only ever found himself in this position when he was with you.

“I – “ Loki gulped, silently willing his mind to come up with anything, anything at all. It disobeyed him when he watched a small smile form on your face.

Oh, how badly he wanted to feel your lips on his skin again.

“Kiss me…”

It was intended as a command, authoritarian and cold to remind you of your place.

Instead, Loki’s voice was shaky, the volume barely above a whisper. Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gave in, covering his face behind his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Your amused chuckle disrupted the silence, accompanied by the shuffling of fabric. A shaky breath later, your hands grabbed Loki’s wrists, slowly pulling them away from his face.

He barely dared to look at you.

Surely you’d laugh at him, mock him, tell him how ridiculous –

Your fingers caressed his chin, slowly pushing his head up until Loki had no other choice but to look at you. Your eyes were kind, without any of the mockery he had grown so accustomed to. Your thumb gently stroked over his skin.

When you smiled at him, it was like the sun came out.

“What did you ask of me, my prince?”

Loki blinked, completely entranced by your presence. Your words repeated in his head, over and over again.

My prince…

He took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly before he opened his mouth. His voice was stronger this time, though it still trembled ever so slightly.

“Kiss me.”

Loki leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “Please,” he whispered.

He was begging now but he didn’t care anymore. How could he, when you looked at him like he was the most precious being in the universe.

Your fingertips trailed upwards from his chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand. Loki nuzzled into your touch, making you smile for the duration of a second before you pulled him towards you.

Your lips connected with his. Loki swore he stopped breathing.

Everything slowed down as if hit by a freezing spell. Even the silence faded away that’d been so deafening a few minutes ago. Loki could only sit still, completely overwhelmed by the heat of your body, the gentle pressure of your lips against his…

They were slightly chapped, something he hadn’t noticed before. And incredibly soft…

A shaky sigh left Loki’s mouth as he gave in. He returned your kiss, moving his lips cautiously against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut and he relaxed against your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought against the urge to touch you.

He would never forgive himself if he hurt you…

You shifted to straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. Carefully, so carefully, you reached for his hands, peeling his fingers apart before placing them on your waist.

Loki groaned. Your weight above him made his head spin. He dug his fingers softly into your hips, straining his neck upwards to kiss you again from this new angle.

You pulled your head back and pressed your finger to his lips.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Loki stared at you in shock. Your commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered, struggling to even get the words out. His throat had become almost painfully dry.

You clicked your tongue dismissively and shook your head.

After a moment of silence you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. Loki’s face scrunched as he pouted. You simply giggled in response, kissing his nose once again.

Your lips began to trail over his skin, to his cheek, then his jaw. You grazed your teeth over it, making Loki shiver at the sensation. He closed his eyes as his head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck to you.

Your mouth soon latched onto his throat. Your kisses were starting to linger now.

“Mine,” you whispered softly, tracing your tongue across the main artery in his neck. “All mine…”

Loki’s breath hitched. He’d never thought about belonging to someone before, at least not in this manner. Something about the sound of your voice as you said it made him tremble beneath you.

Mine...

The words slipped out of Loki’s mouth before he could stop them. “Can I – can I touch you? Please?”

You pulled your mouth away from his neck and raised your eyebrows at him. Your eyes darted to where his hands were holding onto your hips.

“You are touching me.” you said teasingly.

Loki closed his eyes in embarrassment. Yes, he was aware of that – but it wasn’t what he meant and you knew it very well.

“I want to make you feel good. Please, it’s not right that I’m not giving anything back to you.”

Loki barely opened his eyes fast enough to catch the grin that lit up your face. He still saw a hint of it though, the fondness in your smile quickly overtaken by desire as you leaned back, raising your hands in a gesture that he read as, Well, what are you waiting for then?

Loki’s hands carefully moved upwards from your waist while he watched your facial expression for any sign of discontent.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked softly, just to make sure.

You nodded immediately, tilting your head to give him access.

Having your soft skin displayed right in front of him like this tore a whimper from Loki’s throat. He surged forward and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in. His mouth tenderly caressed the side of your neck.

Your gasp echoed off the walls. You dug your fingers into his hair, pushing his face even further against you.

Loki chuckled at your reaction. He couldn’t believe that he was holding you in his arms right now, that he could kiss you like this.

He would very likely still doubt his memories once he woke up tomorrow.

Loki gave into the desire boiling in his veins. He pressed his lips firmly against you, sucking harshly. You panted above him as he carefully dug his teeth into your neck, making sure he didn’t break skin.

“You’re doing very – mmmm, yes – very well. Who knew that silver tongue was good for – ohhhh – other things as well…”

Loki shivered at your praise. His fingers began to play with your nipples through the fabric of your clothes as he sucked on your neck. His efforts earned him another moan from you, this one even louder.

You pulled his head away from you by his hair, staring down at him with hooded eyes.

“I need to fuck you, now. Will you let me do that?”

Loki nodded without having to think twice.

You reached for his pants, pulling his aching cock free where it had previously strained against the fabric, hard and dripping. Your free hand quickly pulled off your undergarments. You kicked them off before digging your hand into his shoulder for leverage and sinking onto his cock.

Loki couldn’t breathe.

You were a true goddess, your eyes dark with lust as you stared down at him.

You could've asked him for literally anything in that moment and by the gods, he would've done it so willingly. Without question.

Loki’s mouth fell open as you started rolling your hips. A guttural moan echoed through the cell, the sound so primal that he didn’t even recognize it as his own at first.

“Mine,” you growled into his ear, your teeth scraping against his neck, “all mine!”

There it was again, the word that would haunt him in his dreams.

Loki threw his head back. It crashed against the wall but he didn’t care, not even when his spine protested at the painful impact.

Your hand wound itself into his hair, gripping it roughly as you pulled his head back further and pressed your hungry mouth against his throat. A whimper fell from his lips, the sound turning into a low growl when you tugged on his hair.

“Yes,” Loki gasped. His head slammed back into the wall. “I – mmmmh, gods… I – I’m yours!”

It felt incredible to actually say it out loud, like a rush that left him dizzy.

Loki wasn’t sure how much of it was rebellion against the way he’d been raised – a prince declaring himself owned by a servant; all the stuck-up royals at Asgard’s court would gasp and clutch their pearls – and how much was the idea of belonging to you. Of being yours.

It didn’t really matter either way.

Loki squeezed his eyes shut, chanting the word until his voice cracked. Yours, yours, yours…

Your moans echoed in his ear as your hips moved faster, grinding into him relentlessly.

He’d never felt this close to Valhalla.

You kissed him again, your hands still buried in his hair. Your kisses took his breath away, suffocating him and bringing him back to life at the same time. Loki’s hands grabbed your hips tightly, clinging to you as he desperately tried not to drown.

Gods, he loved you.

Loki froze. The blood in his veins that had just been on fire turned to ice in a matter of seconds. Even your lips were cold now as they pressed against his.

He couldn’t love you. He couldn’t do that to you.

Words echoed through Loki’s mind. Words that kept him up at night, accompanying his nightmares so often that he saw the scene replay around him even though his eyes were wide open.

If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you.

Loki’s breathing picked up.

Thanos would find him. He’d kill anyone in his way to get to Loki, anyone who mattered to him, just to watch him suffer – a punishment for his failure.

If Thanos found out how much Loki cared for you…

The air was too thin now, his tunic gripping his chest so tightly that he wheezed, still unable to breathe properly.

What if –

A sharp pain on his cheek snapped him back to reality.

Loki gasped, his body surging forward as he struggled to fill his lungs with air.

He reached out, searching purchase. Something to hold onto, to ground himself. Something real.

Your arms wrapped around him from where you were now kneeling next to him on the floor, holding him against you.

Loki’s hands clung to your waist, gripping you tightly in a desperate attempt to center himself as his forehead fell against your shoulder. Your hand gently ran through his hair while you mumbled something in a soothing voice. The other hand stroked over his cheek, providing a sensation for him to focus on.

Loki didn’t know how much time passed until he finally dared to lift his head from your shoulder. His eyes fixed on the pendant around your neck, staring at it as if he wanted to commit every little carving in the material to memory.

You didn’t rush him, just calmly playing with his hair until Loki slowly raised his gaze to meet yours. You seemed surprisingly calm. He couldn’t spot any confusion or anger on your face, nothing but a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” you asked carefully.

Loki paused, taking a few breaths. Then he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, surprised by the steady sound of his voice. He cleared his throat. “What, er, what happened?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Loki stared for a moment before he caught himself and looked away.

“You didn’t respond anymore when I tried to talk to you. You were just…” you lifted your hand from his cheek and waved it through the air in search of words, “you were frozen. And, well, I… I had to find a way to bring you back.”

You lowered your eyes for a moment.

Loki slowly raised his hand to the side of his face that was still tingling. His eyebrows rose as he stared at you, realization dawning on him.

A sheepish smile twitched at the corners of your mouth.

“Did you hit me?” Loki asked, completely dumbfounded.

You chuckled, looking at him with what he presumed to be a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness. “I had to get you back! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not slap me, perhaps? Surely you could’ve figured out something else!”

Loki rubbed his cheek, grumbling under his breath as you chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief.

You’d just slapped him. Right across the face, with all your might.

His mind conjured an image before he could stop it.

You raising your hand, your palm colliding with his cheek, the sharp burn as you hit him.

Loki bit back the groan that threatened to rise in his throat. He couldn’t suppress the shiver running up his spine, though. His body twitched.

You looked at him with barely concealed amusement, a knowing grin on your face.

Loki rolled his eyes, turning his head away from you. He was still unable to shake the mental image and it confused him greatly.

Your fingers caressed the sensitive spot on his cheek where you’d struck him a few minutes ago.

You applied pressure. Loki hissed sharply through gritted teeth.

Your amused laughter erupted right next to his ear.

“You know…” you said slowly, your hand dropping from his face to play with the tips of his messy hair instead, “I could just… hit you again. If you want to see how it feels.”

Loki’s breath hitched. He squeezed his eyes shut until he saw spots but it didn’t help him gain control over the onslaught of confusing thoughts.

The image in his head just wouldn’t go away.

Loki looked over at you, huffing grumpily for good measure.

You smiled at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your other hand now cupped the unharmed side of his face while your thumb stroked over his cheekbone.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you assured him.

Your voice was soft but firm. It calmed the chaotic thoughts racing through Loki’s head, although he didn’t know why. Maybe he was underestimating just how much power you truly held over him.

He trusted you though, he knew that with every fiber of his being.

Loki took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I – I would like to… I would like to try it.”

You studied his face carefully. “Are you sure?”

Loki nodded. He didn’t have to think this time.

“Alright. We’ll try one and then see how you feel, yes?”

Your voice was still gentle but it now carried a hint of determination. Loki shivered. He nodded again.

You gave him a stern look, similar to the one his mother always used with him. “Words, your highness.”

“Y-yes,” Loki stammered quickly, nodding his head in confirmation.

Your fingertips stroked his unscathed cheek one last time before you raised your hand, looking at him questioningly. When he nodded, you slapped him swiftly across the face.

Loki’s mouth fell open, a moan ripping from his throat. Pleasure washed over him like a wave as his body surged forward, almost as if it were chasing after the pain. He doubled over, forearms resting on his thighs to steady himself while he shivered and gasped for breath.

Before he’d met you, Loki was sure he knew pain. He’d experienced enough of it to last multiple lifetimes, even where Asgardians were concerned.

He didn’t know it could feel this good though.

Loki slowly straightened again, his breath still coming in short pants. He looked at you, only to discover that you were watching him intently, carefully taking in his facial expressions and his body language.

You gently held his face between your palms, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

Loki shook his head to the best of his ability, your hands brushing across his skin. “No,” he said slowly.

You smiled at him, some of the worry leaving your eyes. You reached out to push some of his messy dark hair away from his face.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Your tone was casual now, as if you were discussing the weather.

“Yes! But –” Loki interrupted himself, awkwardly pointing towards his lap, “w-would – um, would you…”

You giggled under your breath and grabbed his cock, slowly sinking back onto him. Your combined moans reverberated around the cell.

Loki’s hands clutched your hips as you started rocking back and forth on top of him. He tried to keep his grip light enough that he wouldn’t impact your movement while still having something to hold on to.

Loki’s hips instinctively jerked upwards and he groaned low in his throat.

You didn’t punish him for it this time. Instead you smiled and lifted a hand from the back of his neck, softly brushing your fingertips over his cheek.

After a moment, you pulled your hand back, eyeing him questioningly.

Loki nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing picking up in anticipation.

His head flew to the side as you slapped him again, hard. The sound echoed through the cell.

A hot flash raced up his spine, making Loki cry out in pleasure. The stinging sensation almost tipped him over the edge.

“Th-th-thank you,” he stammered once he was able to speak again. His face burned from humiliation and pleasure.

You smirked, pulling Loki into a rough kiss. Your hips continued their maddening pace that made his head spin all over again

“Again,” Loki urged softly once you broke the kiss, “p-please, again.”

You paused and frowned at him, slowing down the movement of your hips. He whined loudly in protest.

“What was that?” you asked slowly, a hint of darkness in your voice.

Loki shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he battled the last remaining shred of his pride.

“Please… please hit me again, Y/n.”

He cringed, ashamed of the utter desperation in his voice. This was so far from the behavior his mother had taught him, so unlike what his golden brother had always been praised for during their childhood.

However, when you resumed the grinding of your hips on top of him – moving even faster than you did previously – and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, Loki found he didn’t care. He simply let go, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

You broke the kiss soon after, smiling in amusement as his lips chased after yours.

“Well done. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Loki complied, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you started bouncing on his cock.

“Yes, th-th– ohhhh – th-thank you – mmmm, just like that… Please hit me again, I want it so badly, I – ohhhhh, GODS!”

Your hand had come down onto his face again, striking him so hard that his ears were ringing. This time however, you’d slapped him on the other cheek.

Loki swore he saw stars. The sharp sting pushed him over the edge and he spilled inside of you, your name falling from his lips in a broken scream. He remained sitting propped up against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled over him, leaving him a trembling, moaning mess.

You bounced on top of him, your head thrown back towards the ceiling while you chased your own release. You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit relentlessly until you came with a strained cry.

Loki caught you in his arms as you slumped forward into his chest, spent and exhausted. He stroked the back of your head with tender fingers, smiling to himself in awe and disbelief.

How in the hels did he deserve you?

You hummed softly, burying your face in his shirt. You remained that way until your heartbeat slowed down and your breathing returned to normal.

Loki’s breath caught in his throat when you finally raised your head to look at him, leaning in to kiss him so lovingly that he forgot everything around him.

All that mattered was you.

Loki woke up slowly, feeling rested and calm for the first time in forever. He found himself curled up in his chair, which explained why he wasn’t in as much pain as usual.

He didn’t remember lying down to sleep though.

He couldn’t remember when he’d last slept without nightmares either.

Loki stretched carefully, not quite trusting the lack of pain just yet. After all, he’d learned the hard way how easily his body could be manipulated, how it felt to lose control of his own hands only to wake up to find them covered in blood that he didn’t remember spilling.

Loki yawned, rubbing at his eyes while he slowly shifted into a sitting position.

Today would be a good day, he could feel it. He really deserved one.

Someone pointedly cleared their throat.

Loki flinched, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spotted Frigga standing in the middle of his cell.

“Mother! What are you doing here?”

Their conversation two days prior came back to him. Loki practically jumped out of the chair, the quick motion making him dizzy. He pushed the feeling aside.

“Mother, I apologize for –“

Frigga only lifted her hand, effectively silencing him.

“No need,” she said graciously, a hint of her usual loving tone resonating in her voice. “You’re forgiven.”

Loki stared at her, a weight falling off his shoulders as he processed her words. He took a deep breath of relief.

His mother’s presence still confused him though. Why was she here?

Frigga smiled at him. When she spoke again, her eyes held a spark of amusement, maybe even mischief.

“I suppose you’ll be interested to hear that I disguised your… encounter with my maid. I wouldn’t want you or Y/n to face punishment over something so trivial.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he was unable to look at his mother. Her words left him torn between shock and disbelief as the realization slowly set in.

He didn’t know what to say, utterly mortified by what she was implying.

Frigga grinned softly and shook her head.

Loki remembered that reaction very well from his childhood, whenever the guards dragged Thor and him towards her after they’d once again done something reckless and incredibly stupid. She’d looked at them with the same expression then as she regarded him with right now.

Frigga took a small step towards him, the movement barely noticeable. The amusement in her eyes dulled, though it didn’t fully disappear.

“I’m so glad that Y/n reciprocates your feelings… but next time, please try to at least conceal yourselves a little bit.”

Loki swallowed and nodded. His face grew hot as his boots suddenly became extremely interesting.

After a while of awkward silence, he slowly dared to raise his head, discovering that Frigga had disappeared. He dropped onto the chair beneath him, burying his face in his hands.

When you came back two days later to deliver new books, Loki barely managed to cast an illusion before your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 !: okay so i'll say it again just to prevent confusion, i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so reader might be calling him that

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: fuckshit sneaks through your window after getting in a fight seeking your comfort, and for you to patch him up because god knows he couldn't do it himself

you find your eyes growing heavy as they desperately try to chase each word on the page of your book. you're so close to finishing it, but can't seem to find it in yourself. "i'd better go to sleep," you say, to no one in particular. you turn off your lamp, letting the moonlight spill into your room as the only source of illumination. suddenly, there's a tap at your window. then, there's another tap followed by another and another and...you finally get out of your bed, determined to put an end to the tapping noise.

"what the hell?" you utter. once you reach your window, you look down to find fuckshit, pebbles in hand. he looks up at you, and gives a half smile. your brows furrow, as you open the window. "what are you doing here? it's nearly twelve in the morning, dude."

"i know i just..." he trails off, getting lost in the attempt to find the right words. "is there a way up there?"

"aaron i don't think it's a good idea," you say, looking out the window cautiously making sure none of your parents have noticed and investigated.

"please, [name]." you think about it, and how could you really say no?

"alright, fine. there's a ladder on the side of the house." after a few moments of waiting, surely enough he returns with the ladder, fearlessly climbing up. you help him inside, even though there isn't much light in the room, you're still able to make out the dark bruises littering his body and his bloody nose. you rush to the lamp, and turn it on before going back over to the boy.

"what the hell happened to you?" you ask, concern laced in your tone. you place a hand on his cheek, studying his face making sure there are no dire injuries there apart from his nose.

"those fuckin' idiots were talking 'bout you, ma. i dont know where my head was at but i just started..hitting them," he admits, looking down, and leaning into your touch just a bit.

"aaron, baby, i need you to understand that it doesn't matter what they say, okay?" he doesn't say anything to that, and looks back up to your eyes. "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up." he nods, as you lead him to your bathroom. you switch on the light, and gesture to the counter.

"sit there," you instruct softly. he does as you say, and looks at you patiently as you get out the first aid kit. you go to stand between his legs, before you grab a wipe, and reach up to his nose.

"how bad does it hurt?" you ask, as you touch it lightly. he hisses slightly in pain.

"s'not too bad," he answers. you nod, and start to wipe away the blood. as you continue taking care of him, he simply gazes into your eyes, seemingly in a daze.

"you okay, baby?" you ask, looking at him with slight worry.

"yeah i'm good," he responds, as you apply a bandaid to the cut going across his nose. you then tilt his chin up gently to take a look at his bruised jaw.

"you poor thing," you coo.

"i'm tellin' you it's not that bad," he counters, with a small smile. you shake your head smile, and begin to patch up his knuckles. you apply some bandages, and clean up the blood. you rest your hands on his thighs, before pecking him on the lips.

"all done," you say, proud of your work. he smiles as he admires you.

"thanks," he says, before his eyes flicker to your lips. you take that as him asking for a kiss, which you happily oblige to. you lean in, kissing him softly. he kisses back contently, and after a moment you pull away.

"so who won the fight though?" you mumble against his lips. he chuckles.

"obviously me."

"oh obviously, huh?" you tease, with a small laugh. you kiss him again, smiling into it.

"only for you, [name]."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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[carnivorousyandeere]

Hii, can I request orgasm denial with Erik x male reader please? Dom or sub reader is your choice, and maybe some overstim? Thanks :D

Of course~! Thank you for the request. My sleepy stressed ass forgot to make it male reader specifically; I hope you can forgive me 🙃🙏

Denial and Overstim with Erik 💕💕💕

( MDNI )

CW: smut, orgasm denial, overstim, forcing him to accept praise via unconventional means, gagging

Other info: Gender Neutral Reader (Sorry 😭), Dom Reader

Erik groaned faintly through the gag in his mouth, head rolling back against your shoulder. You shushed him gently, sliding your free hand up around his throat to keep him from head butting you on accident.

It was rare to get him to agree to be like this with you; to be helpless and soft for you. Usually, if you were in charge, Erik preferred it if you were rough with him, and him bratty with you. Sure enough, once you’d had his hands tied behind his back, he started mouthing off like usual.

You weren’t in the mood for his games. He wasn’t going to goad you into ruining him any faster than you wanted to. Hence the gag.

And what you’d wanted was this; Erik leaned back against you, legs strewn over your lap, flushed and chest heaving as you stroked their cock and dipped your fingers teasingly into their cunt here and there.

It was driving him absolutely wild, if their squirming and hazy gaze had anything to say about it. Your gentle, loving touches and soft words in his ear made him feel so… vulnerable.

And you played with that vulnerability to your heart’s desire; bringing them ever so close to edge, then sliding your hand away when they got too close. Whispering soothing words into his ear as he writhed from each denial.

They’d struggled almost angrily at first… but no matter how many times you checked in, they didn’t use his safe gesture. Now he wasn’t fighting at all… he’d given into the pleasure, given into you.

Just to make sure, you decided to edge him just one more time. Sliding your fingers gently into his pussy, scissoring them softly as he closed his eyes and panted into the gag.

“You okay, sweet boy?” You whispered against his temple, pressing a kiss there. He lets out a garbled sound. You hum thoughtfully as if he’d really answered.

His hips jerked as your palm brushed against his sensitive t-dick and whined. You groaned at that noise, so rare from him, and sped up your fingers. Their muscles tensed, hurtling towards the edge too fast and too hard and then— you pulled your hand away.

Erik whined even more pitifully, turning his head and burying their face in your neck as best they could from that position. Your own core throbbed, sickly-sweet satisfaction spreading through you.

You pushed him upright and helped him to walk, on shaking legs, from the living room couch to the bedroom.

They collapsed facedown onto the mattress as soon as the two of you reached the bed. You couldn’t help but snort at the sight of the strong, uptight man shaking helplessly with his ass hanging off the side of the bed. You couldn’t help but give it a pinch, relishing in his muffled squeak, before dragging him further up and rolling him onto his back.

His eyes were dark and pleading; you smiled and kissed him over the gag. You kissed down his body, nipping and biting as you went. He watched you intently as you gently took him into your mouth. As soon as your warmth surrounded him, their eyes fluttered shut and his hips rolled against your face.

They whined and groaned pitifully as you brought them to the edge with just your mouth, maybe expecting you to edge them again and seemingly resigned to it. But you didn’t.

His eyes flew open and he let out one of the loudest sounds you’d ever gotten from him, even through the gag as he came. Their expression was fascinating as they fall apart, as if they were having an ecstatic religious experience.

You pulled away as they came down from their high, pressing one last kiss to their still-throbbing t-dick and made your way to lay beside them. They met your gaze and shivered, unable to hold eye contact. You gently undid the gag, leaning in to kiss and lick at the drool that had accumulated under the gag.

“….Thank you,” Erik whispered, voice rough.

You smiled. “Of course, love. I love making you feel good.”

He squirmed weakly at your tone, and gasped when your hand snaked down to his cunt and you slipped your fingers inside him.

“Uh— it’s too— too much.” His voice cracked on a moan.

“Remember your safeword, baby?”

A confident nod.

“Do you want to use it…?”

A shyer shake ‘no.’

“You sure?”

He frowned, shaking his head harder.

“Okay, okay.” You sped up your hand, heart melting at his vulnerable expression and the way he hid his head in your neck again, warm breaths against your skin making you shiver.

He was so defenseless and open in your hold… you took the opportunity to tell him everything you liked about him, how much you loved him. Everything they would deny and struggle to accept if they had the wherewithal to do so. You hoped, as you whispered more sweet things and brought them to orgasm after orgasm, that maybe he would really start to believe that you loved him too. That he was worthy of that love.

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[multifandomlover01]

Making Spencer jut just the tip of his cock in and out of your hole to see how much self restraint he has. Spoiler alert: not a lot.

WC: ~1.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!spencer, (mean but also soft?)dom!reader, mean!dom!reader (there's some aftercare, though), soft!dom!reader, mommy/daddy/boss kink (tried to make it gender neutral for some reason), safe word mentioned/used (and respected), penetrative sex, cumming inside either pussy or asshole, no contraceptive or contraception (birth control or plan b pill) mentioned, implied no condom, Spencer being a whore

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Gif cred: daily-cm

“I-I can’t. [M-Mommy/D-Daddy/B-Boss], please. I need…I need more.” He gasps out.

“Just the tip, baby, remember?” You remind him softly.

“I remember but…I need to be inside of you…fully. Please!” His face is red and his cheeks are tear stained.

“No, baby. Just the tip.” You reiterated, tone still gentle.

He continued to jut his tip in and out of your hole. He desperately needed to push further into you but he knew he’d be punished if he disobeyed. He whimpers as his sensitive tip keeps getting swallowed up by your hole.

He makes the mistake of looking down at his cock head getting engulfed by your hole. He whimpers more as he juts in and out, his hands behind his back just as you had instructed.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Spence. I’m so proud of you.”

“‘M gonna cum soon.” He whispers. It’s a statement, a warning.

“Not until I say so, understand?”

He whines.

“Understand?” You ask again, louder, harsher finally.

“Y-yes! I understand!” He rushes out.

“Good boy. Continue just like that. You’re doing well. Keep going. Look at me, baby. Don’t look down. You’re not helping yourself like that, I can tell.”

He obeys and looks up at you. But he isn’t so sure this is any better. Your eyes are piercing into his soul. He doesn’t know what is going to make him cum quicker: looking into your eyes or looking down at his cock head going in and out of your wet hole.

But he continues as instructed, jutting his cock head in and out. It’s torture. It’s agony. He longs to push in further and have his cock be completely enveloped by your heat. His tip is red and angry and leaky. He needs release. He needs to cum but he isn’t allowed to until you tell him he can.

He knows you like it when he takes things like a good boy and doesn’t complain. You’d made it clear you wanted him not to beg. He’d been begging you a lot about a lot of things lately and you’d gotten a little tired of it. He pleads with his eyes instead for you to allow him to cum. He’s been told he’s very good at the sad puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t give me that look.” You groan. “You’re not in control here. I am. Now stop it.”

He pouts but forces his face into a more neutral expression as he keeps rutting in and out shallowly. He can’t understand how you have so much self control. He can’t understand how your legs aren’t wrapping around him and pulling him deeper into you. He can’t stand not being fully inside you and he can’t understand how you can stand it.

He starts to become overwhelmed with the feeling of his tip in your warmth. He doesn’t know how much longer he can last before the urge to push further into you overcomes his logic and submission. Tears start to form in his eyes as he keeps going like the good boy he is. He aims to please.

“[Mommy/Daddy/Boss], please,” he whispers softly, “I can’t…I can’t take much more of this. I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“What did I say about the begging?” You ask, annoyed, almost bored as he continues. How can you be bored? He thinks. How?

He whimpers slightly. “T-to not do it.”

“That’s right. You’re just supposed to keep going until I tell you otherwise. You’re supposed to take what I let you have like a good boy without any complaints. But…It sounds like you’re being a bad little boy and complaining. And bad little boys get punished.”

“N-no! Please! I’m sorry! Don’t pun-ah!” He gasps as you deliver a smack to his bum. He was so overwhelmed and distracted by the feeling of his rutting and the thought of not wanting to be punished that he’d neglected to notice you propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning forward so you could get at an angle to hit his ass.

He immediately goes quiet. This makes you smile and caress his hipbone as you lay back down. "Good boy. Keep going."

"Yes, [Mommy/Daddy/Boss]." He keeps jutting his tip in and out of your hole. He looks at you. Your eyes still cut through to his soul.

"We wouldn't want a punishment, would we?" You have a small smile on your face as if you’d enjoy punishing him. Spencer knows this isn’t the case, though. He knows it should be very easy to just do what you ask. After all, it wasn’t as if it was complicated or unreasonable (at least in theory). You shouldn’t have to punish him. You truly don’t want to. But he’s definitely struggling a bit.

"No, [Mommy/Daddy/Boss]." He murmurs.

"Good. Don't make me remind you again what you're supposed to be doing. I know you get dumb, even with just your tip inside of me, but the least you could do is remember simple instructions."

Not wanting to make you repeat yourself because he knows he's put you through enough, he tries his best to do as you've asked. But he's still slowly losing control of himself just going in and out like this so shallowly. He wonders if you are aware of how torturous this is for him. But you didn't want him to beg. You just wanted him to continue as he was. So he did. But his face was flushed and sweaty. His hair stuck to his forehead. His arms were sore from having to be kept behind him. His thighs were sore from the position he was in to rut.

He just wanted to collapse on top of you and pathetically piston his hips into yours for the few seconds it would take for him to cum from that but of course he can't do that because then he'd be in trouble and you'd overstimulate him. He was so desperate to cum, wasn't he? So then he's going to cum...and cum...and cum...until you say he can stop because he'd disobeyed you and came without permission, not only that but from doing something you also hadn't told him to do.

But he can’t cum like this. He needs more. He needs his cock to be completely enveloped by your warmth. He can’t until you say so anyway and he’s afraid he won’t be able to when you tell him to.

“How you holding up, baby?” You ask after another minute or so as you look at him, your eyes softer than before.

“‘M doin’ good, [ma’am/miss/sir/chief].” He pants.

“Really? Are you?” You ask, skeptical. There’s no hiding the physical manifestations of his struggle. His face is red and sweaty still and his hair still sticks to his face. His breathing is quicker and you swear you could tell his pulse rate just from watching his pulse point on his neck.

He looks at your soul piercing gaze. It’s no longer angry or upset. It’s concerned. And he breaks. Tears spill as quickly as they form. He shakes his head.

“Uh uh. I need…I need more. I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to beg but I can’t do this.” He rushes out.

“You tapping out? Safe wording?” You ask, very much in caring mode right now.

He looks at you and clearly sees this. He thinks for a second. He nods.

“You need to say it, hon.” You say, very adamant about verbal consent. “I need to hear it.”

“Sand. I want out.” He says with conviction as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Ok. In or out, sweetie, which way?”

“In, please. I need to cum so bad.” He whimpers.

“Ok, Spence, go ahead and push in.” You smile and nod reassuringly.

He slowly pushes his cock into your wet hole and a long drawn out moan escapes him as he is engulfed in your warmth.

“You can move your arms and hands too, love.”

He is completely engrossed in the feeling of being inside you fully that he totally forgot how sore his arms were from holding his hands behind his back. He repositioned himself and fell onto his elbows, they are on either side of you. His face is very close to yours now.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs.

“It’s ok, dove, no need to apologize. I understand. Go ahead and move if you need to.” You whisper as you bring a hand up to cup his face and caress his cheek.

He smiles and nods and begins to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly, his mouth falling open.

“That feel good, baby?”

He nods. “Mhm. So good. Can I go faster, please?”

“Yes. You can go faster.”

And so he moves faster just like he’d wanted to for at least ten minutes now. Even though his body is sore, he somehow finds the strength to move his hips against yours. He buries his face in your neck as he ruts into your hole deeper. He murmurs things like "I love you", "so good", and "'m close" against your neck.

"Gonna cum for me, love?" You ask as you hold him to you as he lays on top of you.

"Mhm...wanna cum...please let me cum." He whimpers against your neck as he presses his lips to it.

"Alright, sweetie, be a good boy and cum for me."

His hips stutter as he fucks deep into your hole. He moans like the whore he is as he empties his balls inside of you and chokes out your name in sob.

"Shh, shh...it's alright, hon. I'm here. You're ok." You soothe him, caressing his back as he presses himself further into you, squishing you a bit with his weight but he's exhausted so you let him. He actually seems to fall asleep against you and you don't have the heart to move him immediately but you really need to use the restroom. You gently roll him over onto his back next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole.

He tries to grab at you and pull you against him as you go to sit p before standing and going to use the restroom but you swat his hands away lightly with the promise that you'll be back soon. He murmurs something incoherent. You use the restroom and clean up before coming back. You'd brought a washcloth with you to clean him up too and cool him down. He grabs your waist and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck.

"I love you." He murmurs against your neck.

"I love you too, Spence. You doin' ok?"

"Mhm...'M ok...jus' sleepy now."

"Alright, sweetie, just rest, ok?"

He doesn't respond as he grips you tighter and presses further into your neck before his grip loosens and his head falls back a bit. You feel his heart rate and breathing slow and even out and hear his soft snores and know that he's fallen into a deep sleep. You soon drift off to sleep as well, both feeling safe in each other's arms. You'd have to make sure to give him some extra morning kisses to reward him for trusting you enough to safe word. Even if he was a bit of a needy boy, he'd certainly tried his best to be your good boy.

#spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #sub!spencer reid #dom!reader #mean dom #soft dom #mean dom reader #soft dom reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Shrinkage

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Rating: Mature/Explicit- Minors DNI (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kyojuro/Female Reader

Tags: Mommy Kink, Oral Fixation, Unprotected Sex, Under-Negotiated Kink, Titty Sucking, Desperate Kyojuro, Praise Kink, Awkward Boners, Bottom Kyojuro, Soft Dom Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

You're wearing a low-cut shirt, and it's taking everything in him to keep his eyes off your tits.

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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Kyojuro didn’t know when his fixation on you had started.

The two of you had met through mutual friends, spending time together more and more often. Initially, he found you quiet and a bit forgettable, but he quickly realized that your reserved and shy exterior was a front put up to all new acquaintances. Each time the two of you met, your smile grew more natural, your laugh louder, and your harmless quips bolder and more entertaining. It was around that time, he supposed, that he began to notice the more… intimate details of you.

The smell of your hair.

The way your cheeks dimpled if you smiled a certain way.

How often you chewed your full lower lip.

These details he filed away in the back of his mind, eyes lingering on you during your interactions. He began to look forward to seeing you, making excuses to meet up outside your normal weekly group hangouts. He ran into you at your favorite café; completely unintentional, of course- it wasn’t like he’d stalked your social media to find out when you’d be there; that would be absurd. Conversation always flowed well between you, and Kyojuro couldn’t help the slow obsession that began to consume him during his waking (and sleeping) hours.

He could, however, pinpoint the exact moment he realized his body would react to you whether he wanted to or not.

He swallowed, trying to look anywhere but your chest. Usually, you were clad in a t-shirt and jeans- comfy clothes- but today you’d opted for a crop top with a deep plunge neckline, your bra obviously doing you several favors by holding your tits up and together. The smooth skin threatened to spill out at a moments notice, each movement you made making your chest jiggle.

Kyojuro covered his lap with folded hands, leaning forward to hide the bulge in his denim trousers. The living room echoed with conversation around him, his friends talking over each other here and there in layers of sound he couldn’t comprehend while trying not to focus on his growing discomfort. Sanemi and Tengen were seated diagonal from him on the couch, engaged in some kind of verbal peacocking (for who, he wasn’t entirely sure. They tended to show off at the oddest times). Your frame was tucked against the arm of the sofa, on Tengen’s right, body bouncing a little as he gesticulated with both hands, shaking the couch from his weight shifting around. Obanai and Mitsuri were cuddled up together on the loveseat across from him, talking in low conspiratorial voices that blended seamlessly into the hum of a movie that someone had put on in the background an hour ago- as if there wasn’t enough noise already.

The rest of the group sat on the floor or in beanbag chairs pulled from corners, oscillating between trying to watch the TV, and engaging in conversation. Kyojuro pretended he was focused on the film, the tension in his stomach not disappearing like he’d hoped it would. His mind kept replaying the jiggle of your chest. His hands itched to slide up your sides and fondle your tits, your hands on him. He wanted to nip marks down your neck and on the skin that would be exposed if you wore that v-neck crop top again.

His thoughts did nothing to alleviate the ache in his loins as he bit down on his lip in concentration. Your eyes flickered over to him, and your lips pulled back into a soft smile, showing just a glimpse of your front teeth. The trace of concern on your face was not lost on him.

“You okay? You look a bit warm.”

His face must be flushed, Kyojuro realized.

“Do you want some water?”

Kyojuro shook his head. “I’m alright. Thank you, though.”

“’ll have some,” Giyu said from his spot on the floor to your lower left.

Kyojuro ignored the way his dick jumped when you readjusted to move your legs out from under you to stand, leaning forward and flashing him a direct look at your half-bare chest. You disappeared into the kitchen, the expanse of your skin between where your shirt ended, and pants started making him swallow down a groan of desire.

“Is that one of your old shirts, Mitsuri?” Tengen paused in his argument with Sanemi to look to the pink-haired woman.

“Yeah, it got shrunk in the wash so I gave it to (Y/N),” Mitsuri laughed. “It looks good on her, huh?”

“She certainly wears it well,” Tengen agreed.

Kyojuro didn’t like the way the conversation had shifted. He wiggled a bit in his seat on the beanbag chair. It did nothing to help the ache. You returned with two glasses of ice water, handing one to Giyu and the other to Kyojuro.

“I got you some anyway. I don’t want you to get dehydrated. It’s pretty warm in here.”

Kyojuro accepted the glass, frosted with condensation. The cold bit into his feverish fingertips with icy teeth. It was a welcome relief and distraction. If he could focus on that, maybe he wouldn’t think about burying his face between the two pillows beneath your sweet face.

How Kyojuro survived another hour was beyond him. People began to trickle out one-by-one, citing various reasons for departure as the night dragged by. Kyojuro didn’t want to leave any sooner than he had to, even if it meant he could relieve himself sooner of the throb between his sturdy thighs. Mainly because if he stood, it would be revealed that he was sporting quite the erection currently hidden by the way he sat.

Obanai stood, pulling Mitsuri up with him after whispering something in her ear. The woman had a heavy blush on her face as he did so, her hand covering her mouth.

“I-I’m spending the night at Obanai’s tonight,” she squeaked out as she followed him out the door, leaving only you and Kyojuro in silence.

“Well…” you turned to Kyojuro. “That’s the third night this week.”

Your giggle set him on edge, but not in a bad way. He echoed your laugh, eyes crinkling pleasantly despite the lingering discomfort in his boxers. His eyes dropped to the shadow between the swell of your breasts. It was a chore to tear his gaze away in a timely manner.

“It’s pretty late,” you commented, glancing to the clock.

Kyojuro was nothing if not polite. He could take the hint. Heaven would be allowing him to stay for another few moments, but alas, he was still in the world of the living.

“I suppose I should be heading home,” he smiled, trying to mask his disappointment.

“O-oh, no,” you waved your hands, embarrassed. “You don’t have to leave. I was just trying to make conversation…”

Your face was flushed a pretty pink. Kyojuro wanted to take a picture so it would last forever.

“I don’t want to keep you up,” he shook his head, standing up before he realized what he was doing.

Your flush deepened and spread down your neck to your chest. Kyojuro wet his lips, willing his gaze to stay fixed on your face. The silence between the two of you was deafening, and Kyojuro swore he could hear your near-silent breathing from where he sat. In his haste, he’d forgotten about the very thing that had tortured him all night. He could feel the slight strain against his pants, and felt his face mirror yours in color.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, hands pulling his shirt down lower to try and cover the distinct tenting.

Kyojuro wanted to bury himself in a hole fifty miles away from where he stood. The shame that washed over him paled every other embarrassing experience. What should he do? If he told you the truth, you might think he was a pervert, but if he lied he would have to come up with an explanation for his untimely boner.

“Your shirt… looks very good on you…”

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but you caught it none-the-less. Your hands came up to cover your warm cheeks, feeling the heat of your skin under your cool fingers.

“Th-thanks… I did wear it to get your attention.”

The admission had Kyojuro’s fingers twitching, eyes snapping to your face.

“You did?”

You nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“I… wanted you to look to me. I thought if I wore something a little more… sexy?”

“Well, you got my attention,” Kyojuro took your hands in his. “What do you want from me now?”

Your pupils were blown out as you stared up at him, bolder now that you were sure he wanted the same thing as you.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Gladly,” Kyojuro crashed his mouth into yours, barely avoiding clicking his teeth into yours as he tasted the wet cavern beyond your lips.

His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you flush to him so you could feel hardness in his pants. You pressed closer to him, your chest against his. His head dropped to the expanse of skin that had captivated him, burying his face in the plush skin. He didn’t know skin could feel this soft. His lips brushed against the curves, hands dropping to under your rear as he boosted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. With your bosom leveled to his face, he carried you towards the bedroom. He could hear your giggles above him when he bumped into the doorframe, your body blocking his view, but he only smiled against your skin.

Once you were tossed onto the bed, however, and your chest bounced in that mesmerizing way, Kyojuro wasted no time in ridding himself of his clothes, while you stripped off yours. Clad only in his boxers, and you in your undergarments, Kyojuro nipped a bruise onto your neck, and peppered dark stains across your chest, laving his tongue over the marks he left behind and relishing in your breathy moans of pleasure.

His cock ached to feel you, and he rutted against your leg as he pulled at the clasp on the front of the bra. He was thankful it was in front and not the back, as it meant he didn’t have to fumble around behind you. Once your tits were free, Kyojuro latched onto a nipple. He sucked greedily, his other hand burying in the mound of flesh opposite. You were half-propped up on pillows, running your hand through his hair encouragingly.

It made your cunt throb to see the cheerful, eager man you’d had a crush on for the last few months get lost in nuzzling himself against your chest. He almost seemed to forget about the strain in his pants as he melted into your touch.

“Good boy,” you cooed, cradling his head and pulling him closer.

A whine left Kyojuro’s throat, surprising both of you. Your stomach and thighs clenched with butterflies. He looked embarrassed, but you stroked his hair again, dropping your lips closer to his ear.

“Good boy,” you fanned your breath across his ear, feeling his cock jump against your leg.

Kyojuro’s entire face was red, and it had steadily crept down his chest. You couldn’t help giggling as you pulled at him, readjusting him so he could sit between your legs while still suckling your tits.

He was in heaven- or maybe hell, with how you were grinding yourself against his front, your core covered by cotton and lace and nothing else. Kyojuro wasn’t the kind of man to freeze up in the bedroom, but with the way his head was buzzing from the way your voice had called him “good boy”, he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight. He knew his mouth was on your heavenly teat, and your hot, damp front was pressing against his aching groin, and beyond that, he was lost in the smell and feel of you.

Your hands made their way to his waistband, and you freed him from the confines of his boxers, watching him spring up and smack into his stomach. Kyojuro’s mouth popped off your nipple with a quiet whimper as he winced. You offered a kiss to his jawline in apology, and pulled your panties to the side, offering him access. It took a moment for him to realize what you were asking, the hazy look in his eyes clearing a bit as he lined himself up, stopped just before he pushed in to glance up at you with a questioning look.

“Go on,” you encouraged. “Fuck me like a good boy?”

You’d phrased it as a question, but Kyojuro seemed eager as he entered you, one inch at a time, desperately holding himself back as you lifted a hand to scrape your fingers against his scalp.

“You feel good…”

Your voice tapered off into a gasp as Kyojuro bottomed out, squeezing his eyes shut and relishing in the feeling of your silken walls caressing him. His hips snapped forward and he ground into you, bringing his head back to your chest to chase your bouncing tits as you threaded a hand into his hair and tugged it gently, earning a moan in response.

“F-fuck,” he gasped. “You feel so-fuck- good!”

You keened in response, the praise flooding your belly with warmth. You wanted him pressed against you, impossibly closer.

“Kyojuro,” you held out your arms, and he leaned into them, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you tightened your grip.

You could feel Kyojuro’s hips stuttering, the pacing growing erratic. You pushed him up and were pleasantly surprised to find him willing and pliant to move where you directed. He rolled over like an obedient dog, keeping you atop him as you positioned yourself to ride his dick.

When you were on top, you could control the angle and depth, and like this, you were hitting that delicious spot while also being able to grind against his lower stomach. Your throat constricted in a groan as you bounced atop him, watching his mouth fall open and eyes fix on your chest. You slammed your hips into his and were rewarded by a heavenly cry from his soft lips.

“Please!” he begged.

“Please?” you questioned; your breathing ragged.

Your hips repeated the motion, receiving another desperate moan from the golden angel below you. His chest was flushed ruddy, gleaming with a thin coat of sweat. You reached down and tugged his nipples, rubbing them between your fingers and smiling at the whine you heard.

“Please- ah- please go faster!”

“Are you close?” you asked, the thrill of having him under your control making your core clench around him as you slowed your movements to tease.

“Yes-yes! Please- don’t- I need-”

“Need what? Use your words, Kyojuro,” you nearly purred, despite still trying to catch your breath. You were moving agonizingly slow- and not just for Kyojuro. You wanted to slam him into you, but the desire to have him begging overruled your want for immediate friction.

“Move! Please- please I need more!”

“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” you tutted, leaning forward.

“Please…”

Kyojuro had tears in his eyes as he jerked his hips upward, trying to get some kind of relief on his aching cock, your pussy lips teasing his swollen head, just barely brushing against the reddened tip. He looked so pretty laid out beneath you, and you granted him mercy by slamming your body down into his. Kyojuro let out a choked cry, the tears streaming down his face as you bounced on his throbbing member, ecstasy blowing out his pupils as they were covered in a haze of need and pleasure.

“Ah! D-don’t- please don’t stop!”

You were so focused on keeping up the brutal pace and driving the man under you towards the brink of orgasm that you didn’t notice his babbling start to become more desperate and incoherent until-

“Ple- m-mommy, fuck!”

Kyojuro’s body arched upwards as his hands grabbed at your hips, head thrown back. You could feel him twitching inside of you, his eyes glassy and half closed as he trembled, body relaxing as the last throes of his orgasm receded.

You’d stopped moving, waiting for him to come down from his high. His eyes blinked slowly, the haze disappearing as he gazed up at you, face red from exertion, chest heaving. Your mouth was parted a bit, hot air rushing out with each huffing breath. He could see how blown your pupils were from his spot beneath you on the bed.

“Mommy?”

The low questioning voice in which you asked the question sounded almost innocent, if not for the smoldering gleam in your eyes. Kyojuro’s face lit up in horror, his hands flying up to cover his face in shame. He began to stammer out apologies, words running into each other and tumbling over.

“I liked it.”

Those three words had Kyojuro peeking through his fingers, hesitant as he gazed up at you.

“You… did?”

You nodded, this time feeling your face warm. The two of you sat in silence for a few heartbeats. Kyojuro looked down to where your bodies met, and you could feel him softening inside you. Suddenly, guilt wrote itself over Kyojuro’s features.

“You didn’t get off, did you?”

The look on your face answered for you, and Kyojuro sat up, eager to please you.

“Let me help you.”

“How do you want me?” you asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious and shy.

“How would you like it?” Kyojuro countered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Um,” you licked your lips and glanced down at him.

You felt a little bad for wanting him inside you again, burying himself to the hilt and pounding you roughly until your legs gave out. You were grateful Kyojuro was attentive, as he seemed to guess what you wanted. He wasted no time in flicking his wrist and pumping himself a bit until he was hard again, his free hand running up your sides and coming down to press at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. Kyojuro sheathed himself inside you a second time, thrusting at an even pace while you played with his hair, enjoying the way your body bounced almost lazily in time with his thrusts.

“You feel good,” you praised him, taking note of how he glowed under your praise. “You’re filling me up so good.”

Flesh slapped flesh and a groan escaped Kyojuro’s lips. You wanted to try something out, but it took a few moments of bracing yourself and making sure you wouldn’t chicken out in the middle of saying it, and chance ruining the mood.

“You fill mommy up so good,” you cooed, managing to keep your voice from pitching at the end in embarrassment.

Kyojuro’s hips faltered for a second, and you wondered if maybe you’d made a mistake, but they immediately picked up again with renewed vigor, and you could feel him trembling as his eyes locked onto you.

“I do?” he asked. His tone was pleading for praise.

“So good,” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “You fuck me so well, Kyojuro.”

He whimpered, burying his cock deeply and grinding against you, trying to rut his way further into you.

“You take good care of mommy, making sure I feel good,” you praised him, feeling bolder. “Sucking on my titties and filling me up.”

“I-I like making you feel good,” he panted, arms moving to press your legs towards your chest, but choosing to push them out to the sides a bit so he could fit his mouth around the erect bud on your left breast.

“Such a good boy,” you threw your head back with a gasp, nerves tingling with the sensation of a tongue rubbing and pressing against them. “Good baby boy-”

Kyojuro’s rutting had become frantic as he let go of your legs to slot one hand between your legs to press against your clit and the other to scrabble and grab anything he could ground himself with, which happened to be your hair. The slight tug alongside his tongue on your chest and cock in your cunt had the tight coil in your stomach finally snapping and your garbled cry was paired with a whimper from Kyojuro as you yanked hard on his hair out of reflex, muscles spasming. It must have pushed him over the edge as well, because a moment later his mouth had fallen open and his body shook, your insides painted white a second time.

Both of you collapsed on the bed, heat rolling off of you in waves. It took a while for you to come down- it usually did- and when you blinked back to the present, Kyojuro was stroking your hair, eyes fixed lovingly on your face, a faint blush across his cheeks and nose.

“Are you alright?”

It was a sweet question, and you smiled, pressing your face into his palm.

“Mmhm. You?”

Kyojuro’s eyes flickered away before tracing up your body and back to you.

“I’m perfect,” he purred into your forehead as he pressed a chaste kiss there.

You sank into his side, burying your face against his chest.

You definitely needed to thank Mitsuri for accidentally shrinking her newest shirt in the wash.

#kny smut #kyojuro x reader #kny fic #kyojuro mommy kink #soft dom reader #bottom kyojuro

[nudibranchlover]

NSFW

currently thinking about Dabi!

how, at first glance, he seems like he’d never even consider being anything other than a dom- but you had patience when no one else did.

when he’s uncomfortable at first you move slowly through the relationship, and you wait for him. you care enough to wait and that’s enough for him to trust you.

after a while, he finally lets you take care of him. your hands run over his body so softly until he’s shivering at even the softest graze, his eyes wide in curiosity as to what you’re actually going to do with him.

you caress places he didn’t even know were sensitive until he has to ask you, in the most polite voice he’s ever used, if you can touch him where he needs it.

he’s such a good, good boy the entire time, so you treat him. you spread his thighs on the bed and take your time exploring places he’s never thought to touch before, and he’s addicted immediately.

so when you’re finally fucking Dabi through the discomfort so gently that blood is flowing down his cheeks, he cums.

he apologises to you for crying while you’re holding him in your arms not a minute later, and you realise that maybe he needed this more than either of you thought.

#bnha #mha #dabi #soft dom reader #dom reader #gn!reader #gn reader #dom gn!reader #sub dabi #blood tears #I want to take care of him so badly it hurts #soft smut #fluffy smut #nsft

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Chapter 10: Fuck it? Fuck me

Chris Redfield x Male reader

Summary: Chris and you are on vacation when he decided he’s ready for a more intimate level. (😘) 

Cw: smut, cock warming, praise, safe words, virgin Chris (is this a shock let’s be honest 🤨), anal, blowjobs, finger sucking, fingering and slight oral fixation, virginity loss and aftercare ❤️

You hear a knock on your door as you perk up spitting out your toothpaste. “Come in hun.” You spoke rinsing your mouth out. “When your finished in here I’ve gotta ask you something, take your time I’m not in a rush.” He smiles as he goes back into the room. You tilt your head as you finish up.

You hop into your shared bed as you see Chris reading a novel. “What’s up baby?” He sets it down sighing heavily. “We’ve been together for awhile now, relationship and before elationship, I wanted to ask you something though.”

You nod listening intently. “I think I wanna take our relationship to a more intimate level. I’m sorry this took so long but you know trust is such a sore subject for me, no for us both.” You nod with a soft smile. You kiss him gently. 

He pulls you back in whispering in your ear “I want you now sir.” You shiver with delight at the nickname. “Alright we’ll add some safe words, green to go yellow to slow down and red to stop okay? Now we kiss a lot so, I’m just gonna kiss you some more okay?” You smile as he nods. You begin to kiss him gently with increasing roughness. 

Not overwhelming just a bit intense. “I’m gonna start moving down farther, let me know honey.” You give his a kiss on his neck, moving down to his chest, stomach and you stop at his growing erection. “Can I touch it?” You ask rubbing his thighs softly. 

He breathes heavily. “Slowly please…” you nod as you slowly bring your finger to his slit. His breath hitches as he whimpers. You begin to spread his pre as you rub it in circles. Softly. His tip was a pretty pink, nice and long but also incredibly thick. 

You look in his eyes for his answer as you open your hand all the way. He nods as you smile. “So good Chris, so good for me.” You wrap your hand around his length as you slowly begin to stroke. 

His head rolls back as he try’s not to buck into your fist. “So pretty like this.” You start to kiss his thighs gong up higher as you let go of his dick to Chris’s dismay. It wasn’t long though before you put the head in your mouth. You begin to suck on his tip as his hips buck. You smile as you hold them in place going deeper. 

“Fuck fuck! Sir please, oh god please~” You smile as you raise an eyebrow “please what pretty boy?” You ask pulling off as you bring your hand back. “Wanna make you feel good…” You grin as you lean back on the bed waiting for what he had in store. 

He begins to pull your pants down as your cock springs up. His eyes go wide as he drools at the sight. “Like what you see?” His face goes and even dark shade of red as he puts his mouth on. It was obvious he’s never done this before. You can’t help but tease him a bit. Plus you didn’t want him to choke himself or anything.

You pull him off as he whines embarrassed. “Aw hun there’s no reason to be embarrassed. Alright put your mouth on loosely and just keep it on there for now.” He eagerly puts his mouth back on your tip as you massage his scalp grounding him. 

“Good boy. Now slowly suck and move your tongue around the tip.” He obeys as he moves his tongue around your head. “Now go deeper, don’t choke yourself, stop when it starts to feel uncomfortable, understand?” He nods eagerly as he starts to go deeper. 

He stops when it starts to go into his throat as he awaits your orders. “Good boy now do what I taught you repeatedly but add your fist to what you can’t suck.” He breathes through his nose as he starts to fist your cock as he sucks the tip. 

You moan at the sight, he looked so beautiful with your cock in his mouth, drool dripping out his mouth. He begins to add more vigor to his technique as you begin to get close. 

“Getting close, keep going hun.” 

He continues to suck as you yank your dick out his mouth. “Open wide.” He sticks his tongue out as you stroke your cock to your jearts content as you start groaning louder. 

Your load spurts out onto his face and some into his mouth. When you were finished coming you looked at the sigh before you with a smile. Chris had unshed tears In his eyes as the cum he didn’t swallow stayed on his face. “Good boy.” You use your thumb to pick up some of your load as you shove it into his mouth. 

He begins to tremble as he lays his head on your thighs. “Wanna cum sir…” you smile as you nod. “Get on the bed.” He obeys, So wrecked just for you. You take his hand gently as you put his fingers in your mouth sucking on each digit with care and love. 

You pull off as you look at the strand of drool glistening in the  lamp light “Mhm, now I want you to finger yourself for me, can you do that?” You ask concerned he blushes and stammer even more as you smile. He takes a deep breath nodding. 

“Go at your own pace prince.” You rub his head softly as he spreads his legs. He pulls them up as he rubs a finger around his hole. His breath hitches as he slowly starts to slide his middle finger in. He keeps it there for a moment adding another one. “Good boy.” You rub his head continuing to egg him on. 

His two fingers stay there as he pulls out all the way shoving them back in as he lets out a shocked moan. He continues his actions, in out, it was addicting to watch. Captain Redfield fingering himself was something you’d never thought you’d see. The sound of squelching and slutty moans was all that could be heard as he sloppily fingers himself. 

“Now pull out.” He whines hesitantly but pull them out like a good boy. He puts his fingers in his mouth sucking on them as you moan at the sight. You get in between his legs as you pull them up rubbing your cock on his hole. You than push in as his eyes roll back. 

“F-Fuck!” He curses you laugh as you start to thrust into him. It felt like you were tearing him apart but he didn’t care. “Fuck-fuck sir~” he groans out. You kiss his neck calming him as he wraps his arms around your back. “S-so much!” He didn’t say his safe word so you continued.

It was only about 30 seconds when he started to get close again. “Close close sir please!” You hug him tightly as you continue to pound him.

 You tilt his head kissing him as he shoots his load on your stomach. 

He lets out a loud final moan as you cum on him soon after. “Fuck..” you groan out. You go to pull out but he holds you there as he shivers. “Stay in me please.” You laugh with a nod and a kiss. You pull him in close as he breathes heavily in your arms. “Thank you for being so patient.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “Of course my dear, I love you goodnight.” You kiss his forehead as he smiles into your chest. 

“I love you too.”

@allen-444 @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x male reader #soft dom reader #sub Chris redfield #re5 #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader

[kya-is-kool]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! so this is my first tumblr post, i'm still navigating this app so excuse me if it's terrible lol. also send me any requests if you'd like ;) also i have a hc that fuckshits real name is aaron, so that's what the reader will call him (apart from fuckshit) in most oneshots i make for him.

(summary: fuckshit goes all "fucksoft" lol. i guess you could call yourself a soft dom-ish in this one. fluff. (lowercase intended))

he was always so vulnerable with me. the guy who was jokingly given the name "fuckshit." the guy who doesn't take anything too seriously, not even himself. the nonchalant, flirty, funny, obnoxious, loud, arrogant "fuckshit." he was vulnerable with me.

at first it started when we were alone. i had known him for about a half a year, he would get all quiet on me, and i would only slightly cringe at the deafening silence.

"what happened to you? your normal loud-mouthed ass ain't so loud-mouthed now that everyone's gone," i remarked, with a small smirk. i wanted to lighten the mood, god only knew what was up with him. it could've been another "friends with benefits" tragedy. it could've been another fight with ray. it also could've just been fuckshit being fuckshit. he goes through his moments just as everyone else does. but that was the first time he had been like this with me, naturally i was confused. he looked up at me, a wild golden curl falling in front of his face.

"aye im just chillin'," he responded, a dumb smile on his face. i kept my gaze upon him, and he locked eyes with me for a few seconds, before finally turning away.

"you sure? you seem just...unusually quiet," he shook his head with his normal goofy smile splayed on his lips. he didn't answer for awhile, simply staring down at his hands. "aaron?" he quickly looked back up at me, startled at the fact that i had used his real name.

"yeah, no i'm good. just got a lotta shit going on in my head right now."

"yeah i get it. we can talk if you want, i got all night." he smiled even wider at me, scooting closer to me. he eased up a little, a bit of his flirtatiousness coming back to him. he rested his head on my shoulder, with a sigh.

"question," i began.

"shoot."

"are you high?"

"fuck yeah i am."

"follow-up question,"

"okay."

"is this why you're actin' so weird? i mean you normally don't get this...soft when you're high."

"shut the hell up okay? i'm just tired is fucking all." i chuckled at him, resting my head on top of his. i didn't mind it, he was one of my best friends; being so close to him wasn't so weird, especially because of his inability to keep his hands off of the female species. in other words, i was used to it.

"so do you wanna talk?" i asked after a few more moments of the comfortable silence. i waited a few seconds for an answer, before hearing light snoring. i looked down at him and smiled softly. well, he definitely was high as shit. still cute as hell, nonetheless

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#mid90s #fuckshit #fuckshit x reader #fluff #soft dom reader #cute #imagine #oneshot #high on weed

[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

Loki Smut Masterlist

This list contains my Loki smut fics. All of them are NSFW and 18+. For fluff and angst, please check my main masterlist.

Sub Loki

Hungry For Your Living Kiss 

sub TDW!Loki x dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person.

Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it.

When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Dom Loki

dom!Loki fic coming soon

Blurbs

A Work of Art (Sub Loki x Dom gn!Reader)

Words: 338

handjob, mentions of edging and overstimulation, desperate Loki

Deal With The Devil  (Dom Loki x Sub gn!Reader)

Words: 885

power imbalance, manipulative Loki

Hold Me Now (Soft!Dom Loki x Sub afab!Reader)

Words: 747

edging, denial, sensory deprivation (blindfold), praise

Loki Thirst

Devil Incarnate

Words: 923

18+ themes; sassy Nat, seductive Loki

Eyes On The Road...

Words: 425

18+ themes; Loki thirst

#mywriting🧡 #loki x reader #loki smut #smut #loki x female reader #loki imagine #sub loki #sub!loki #dom!reader #dom reader #soft dom reader #loki fanfiction #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x gn!reader #loki x yn #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson imagine #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x f!reader

[lokis-army-77]

Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

Masterlist

Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight. 

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception. 

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out. 

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself. 

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum? 

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.” 

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well. 

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum. 

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.” 

And then the live is over. 

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed. 

…

Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class. 

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you. 

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang. 

He apologizes before making his introduction.  He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you. 

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence. 

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention. 

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O. 

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen. 

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand. 

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone. 

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes. 

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

…

Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself. 

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’ 

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad. 

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans. 

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat. 

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes. 

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth. 

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. 

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one. 

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off. 

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs. 

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length. 

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?" 

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound. 

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth. 

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect." 

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit. 

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level. 

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast. 

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy. 

"Oh fuck," you cry.  Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions. 

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized. 

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core. 

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end. 

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.” 

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated. 

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight. 

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure. 

…

It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week. 

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you. 

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you. 

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space. 

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?” 

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.” 

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it. 

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students. 

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job. 

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay. 

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition. 

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together. 

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster. 

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised. 

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer. 

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen. 

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

… 

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean. 

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not. 

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand. 

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered. 

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised. 

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans. 

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly. 

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin. 

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out." 

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved. 

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself." 

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped. 

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long. 

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to. 

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it. 

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen. 

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head. 

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more. 

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut. 

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him. 

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls. 

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more. 

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does. 

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” 

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises. 

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark. 

…

Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see. 

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf. 

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear. 

“Hi, Sweetheart.” 

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face. 

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret. 

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?” 

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer. 

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking. 

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head. 

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful. 

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down. 

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.” 

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.” 

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips. 

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours. 

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does. 

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.  

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank. 

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine. 

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work. 

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it. 

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise. 

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster. 

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg. 

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you. 

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt,  uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. 

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs. 

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds. 

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are. 

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you. 

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him. 

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster. 

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight. 

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.” 

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.” 

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions. 

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room. 

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half. 

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part. 

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again. 

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans. 

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow. 

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.” 

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits.  He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either. 

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight. 

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.” 

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice. 

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit. 

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!” 

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.” 

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed. 

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out. 

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.  

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time. 

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy. 

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Yeah?” You whisper. 

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin. 

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened. 

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you. 

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.” 

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again. 

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.” 

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on. 

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground. 

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first. 

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[clandestineloki]

miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader

cw: non-graphic mentions of violence, suggestive bit at the end lmk if u want an nsfw of this!!

ok but imagine shy lil missus o'hara who's a stay at home wife while miguel goes off to either alchemax or to fight some bad guys

and miguel comes home stressed all the time but just a touch of her hand on his shoulder grounds him after all that fighting

and miguel is tired but happy, grateful for his little love taking such good care of him :)) giving you a forehead kiss before he goes off to the bathroom, settling in the perfectly warm bath prepared for him before indulging in his little wife's amazing cooking 

but one night when he comes home a little bit more tense than usual

she's very tense

she's heard him yelling at his subordinates over the phone and yelling at dumb-ass cops who get in the way of him stopping some thief

and while miguel has always been soft and kind and gentle with her, she's scared that she'll accidentally do something wrong :((

so miguel walks past her, exhausted, and almost smiles at the smell of dinner

no forehead kiss for her :(( poor baby

sitting at the dining table head in his hands as he mumbles about not getting the chance to grab a snack, let alone a break in spanish

and she knows he's hungry, but she knows his whole body will be aching if he doesn't take a bath to regulate his body temperature

but poor baby doesn't know how to say it without him possibly snapping at her :((

she's standing on the other side of the table nervously fidgeting with the dish towel and finding the right words to say

"y-you... you gotta t-take a bath f-first..."

miguel sighs into his hands. "i know, but im really hungry, cariño..."

"b-but... if you don't... you'll be s-sore..."

he looks up, brows furrowing. "what?"

he was genuinely confused why you seemed so scared of him, but his voice came out a bit more bluntly than he meant it to.

your eyes widen and you look down. "n-nothing," you mumble, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "sorry."

"hey, hey, baby..." miguel stands up, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. "what's wrong? did i say something?"

"no..." you sniffle, "jus thought i made you mad..."

"no, no, no, i'm not mad," he kisses all over u: your teary eyes, your wobbling lips, your forehead, the tip of ur nose

miguel kisses you deeply and then hugs you close to him. "im not mad, i promise. i'm just so so tired and hungry and the food smelled so good i'm gonna die if i don't get to taste it," he whispers, laughing when you giggle at his declaration.

"the bath can wait," he caresses your cheek with his hand.

"b-but you're gonna get cramps tomorrow if-"

he cuts you off with a big smooch to your face. "it doesn't matter. im staying home tomorrow."

"wh-what?!" you look up at him as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. "but you have work- and- and you're spiderman- and-"

he shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair.

"i'm your husband first, and all that other shit second."

miguel sighs, pulling you closer.

"i know i haven't been taking care of you the way i should be."

before you can interject about how he's doing so much already, he presses a finger against your lips.

"ssh. and alchemax and the cops don't really give a shit about me, can probably last every other day without me there. they'd probably have a field day without this jackass there," he chuckles. "but you, baby, i need to return the favor- ah, ah! let me finish, gatita- return the favor for keeping this place a safe space for me."

a kiss here, a kiss there. "entiendes?"

you nod, hugging him. "just glad you're home," you mumble, nuzzling into his neck.

he spends the rest of that hour enjoying the food you made for him while also feeding you and rattling all about the thugs he stopped that day.

then he pulls you into the bath with him, despite your protests, and laughs as he splashes you with the soapy water, making you squeal and threaten to spray him with the shower nozzle

then the two of you dry up and snuggle in bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. miguel smiles down at you and you smile up at him, before he rolls you on your back and crawls over you to make the sweetest yet roughest love to show you just how thankful he is for having a sweet lil thing like u to come home to <3

(part 2 is here~)

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