Sometimes he forgets just how big he is, but you never fail to remind him.
He remembers everytime you sit next to him and you take up half of the space he does, smaller thighs pressed to his.
Everytime he tugs on your tactical gear to make sure everything’s in place before a mission and you glance up at him wide eyed, dwarfed in his shadow.
Everytime you chose him as your sparring partner and he pins you under his muscular thighs, pelvis pressed to your ass purposefully.
You like it, he knows you do. It’s apparent from the way heat radiates off you in waves when you’re next to him, from the way your lashes flutter and your lips part when he stares down at you, from the way your legs twitch together for something more anytime his larger hands touch you.
So, when he finally gets you spread around his fat cock after months of you staring at him with hunger in your eyes, it’s amusing the way you protest like you don’t like it, like you haven’t been imaging him stuffing you full, haven’t been imagining how easy it would be for him to pin you down and make you take it.
“Ghost ‘s too much— too big.”
Your words are broken between choked breathes, tears framing your lashes, pawing at his hold on you like he’s suffocating you and he’s barely half way through. His hands engulf your waist, fingers touching at the small of your back as he pushes you to take more.
Your glassy eyes and tinged brows are a sight, but the way your tight cunt stretches thin around his girth is even better.
A/N: Did I just get a seasonal fic out on the day it's meant to come out? I think I did, motherfuckers!
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Sword in hand, shield on your back, you descended the stairs into the basement. The landlord had been complaining about hearing noises this morning when the tavern opened. Getting rid of rats in a pub basement is the perfect way for an adventurer to cut their teeth.
Edging down the creaking wooden steps, you could hear why they wanted a sellsword. It must be a few huge rats, not the small ones you’d either learn to live with or put down some traps for. Your grip tightened, whatever it was, you’d put an end to it.
When your boot touched the stone at the foot of the stairs, you reached into your coat for a necklace. The only piece of your kit not begged or borrowed, an amulet of light. Closing your eyes for a moment, you touched the pendant with your mind. Tiny pinpricks of light started to float from the trinket. Your heart dropped. The noise wasn't rats.
A thousand black eyes were looking at you. Forming the core of a great mass of mottled greyish tendrils. You started up the stairs again, hoping to outpace it. You weren't that lucky.
The moment you looked away, a tendril wrapped around your waist, pulling you back. Fingernails clawing at the rough stone, you slid backwards. You screamed for help, only to get another slick tendril wrapping around your face, covering your mouth and nose.
More set to work, dextrous feelers undoing buckles where they could, splitting seams where they couldn’t. In seconds, your lower half was bare. Exposed to it, kicking and struggling as your lungs burned. You clawed at your face, stealing thick-smelling air through fleeting openings. Both of your ankles were wrapped now, forcing your legs apart against your straining to keep them closed. A thin tendril trailed slime over your slit. It burned where it touched the sensitive skin, hot and desperate. Your grunts of exertion changed, a note of arousal to match the spreading warmth in your loins. Your mouth hung half open, letting more of the slime flood your senses. The desperate need to be filled flowing down your throat.
You weren’t struggling now.
Holding yourself open for it, feeling the tip of a tendril probe your folds. The slime mingling with your slick, teasing you, almost tasting you before it finally found the opening.
Your body tensed in waves, hands clenching, toes curling, cunt pulsing. You almost doubled over, if not for the strong limbs holding you. More of the slime oozed from the tip, spreading deeper inside. The tip nestled against your cervix, a dull ache mingling with the prickly, tingling heat. You felt it probe against the entrance to your womb, sliding against the tight opening before making purchase. Squirming against your muscles, sliding through until the tip plunged deeper inside than any man could reach.
It waited, throbbing, oozing more of the mind-melting ooze deep inside. Your belly ached, your thighs twitched. It held you like a ragdoll, no longer restraining you but holding you up so it could better reach your fertile holes. Another tendril probed your winking asshole, yet another slipped into your mouth fully. They slid in effortlessly, well lubricated by the drugged mucous driving you insane. Languidly slipping through your body, nestling deep in your guts.
They started to twitch and pulse, thickening within you. They rearranged your insides, stretching out the soft tissues, growing hard and stiff. Then you felt it.
Through the drugged haze, you could feel the thick masses travelling through the tendrils, stretching your already plugged up holes, nestling in your belly and your womb. Your body wanted to cry out, to scream in orgasmic release, but you couldn’t so much as make a noise around the thick breeding plug in your throat. All you could do was hang there, tears streaming from your eyes, feeling yourself twitch and writhe against the slick arms stretching you out.
Your belly began to swell, bloated by the volume of the eggs finding their way inside. Another, then another, then another, until you looked as pregnant as you were. By the time the creature was done with you, you couldn’t move. Holes stretched, belly distended outwards, still leaking juices and twitching with aftershock orgasms.
Summary : When you realize that Spencer likes the way you play with his hair more than you initially thought, you decide to experiment a little.
Word count : 4.2k
Notes/CW : Smut, fluff, hair-pulling, sub Spencer Reid, Oral (r!receiving), reader has female anatomy, no further description of reader, no use of Y/N, idiots in love, plot what plot, lots of mentions of Spencer's hair and eyes because of, course have you seen him??
This can be read as part of the Leaving on a jet plane universe, but it's not a series in any way and you don't need to have read it to read this one.
This is my first time writing smut, and I debated posting it, but think I like how it turned out. As usual, let me know what you thought (especially with this one) and I hope you enjoy ! <33
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Leaving on a jetplane
Your attention was torn from the movie playing on the screen by the hushed voice of your boyfriend.
"Can I ?" Spencer asked, gesturing at your lap.
A smile graced your lips as you understood what he was requesting. You'd been together for a few months now, and his displays of affection evolved every day. Recently, he'd discovered the joys of using your lap as a pillow, and the bliss of not having to say anything in order for your hands to explore his soft and messy hair.
As soon as you nodded, the young doctor scooted to adjust his position, before pressing his cheek to the top of your thighs. He curled into himself on the couch, a hand resting on your knee, thumb swiping gently across the fabric of your pants.
When he finally settled, your fingers found their usual spot tangled in his brown curls, twisting gently, absentmindedly, as your eyes went back to the screen.
When you'd first met him in that coffee shop, you'd taken note of his impossibly soft looking hair. The first time you'd kissed him, your hands had flown to the curls, satisfied by the knowledge that they felt exactly as you'd imagined they would.
After the first few weeks of dating, you'd realized just how much he actually enjoyed the contact, the light scrape of your nails on his scalp. You noticed how his breath slowed, how his shoulders relaxed, how his eyes closed. Soon enough, he started falling asleep, the action lulling him into such a deep state of comfort, of calm, that sleep just claimed him within minutes each time.
This time though, you'd suggested the movie, and you, albeit a little selfishly, wanted him to see it. So when his eyelids started drooping, you gently withdrew your hands.
Your periphery vision caught the way his brows furrowed, the way his face turned to find your gaze.
"Why'd you stop ?" he asked, unable to keep the whiny quality from his voice.
His tone made you bite back a chuckle, "You were falling asleep baby," you replied simply.
Spencer huffed, a petulant child being denied candy, and his brown eyes turned pleading.
"I won't fall asleep, just keep going," he took one of your wrists and guided your hand back to his scalp, "please ?"
Of course, the profiler had figured out long ago that you were defenseless against his pleas and puppy eyes. He never failed to use it to his advantage, as long as it remained reasonable. So, unsurprisingly, you relented.
"Just keep your eyes open then," you insisted as your fingers found his curls again.
"Mhm," he hummed contentedly as he turned his attention back to the screen.
As the movie kept rolling, your eyes flickered between the tv and your boyfriend's face, making sure he stayed awake.
To his credit, he did look like he was trying his best. That's when you noticed that when he didn't close his eyes immediately, they rolled back into his head. The sight had no business being as erotic as it was. Spencer Reid, completely putty in your hand, pressing against your fingers like a cat, eyes rolling back in pleasure at the feeling of your nails against his scalp.
Intrigued by the sight, you decided to experiment a little more. Untangling your hand from his curls, you combed his hair back, making him crane his neck to follow the movement, exposing the column of his throat.
Whenever his eyes would close, you'd pause your movements, your tone disapproving.
"What did I just tell you ?"
Spencer's eyes fluttered open to find yours, a flush coloring his cheeks, "I- To keep my eyes open-"
"Right. So keep them open. I'll stop if I have to ask again," you hummed sweetly.
He just nodded, trying his best to keep his attention from drifting. Soon enough, his honeyed eyes started getting lost under his lashes, and it was your own attention that left the screen. You moved your fingers expertly through his curls, keeping track of the spots that made him follow your hand. The sight of him so entirely at your mercy was causing a warm feeling to bloom into your abdomen. Seeing him like this was making you realize some things about yourself, and you weren't sure how you felt about those. The only certainty you had was that you didn't want to stop.
You clicked your tongue when his eyes started to close, and his ears turned bright pink.
"Sorry-" he whispered quickly, but your hand had already stopped moving.
"Are you ?"
The young doctor nodded, his eyes pleading, as if willing your fingers to start moving again.
"If you're incapable of staying awake when I play with your hair, I might as well stop." you taunted as your hand moved to the armrest of the couch.
"No- please, I'll keep my eyes open, I promise-" Spencer sat up and moved to face you, his fingers finding yours and lacing through them.
Turning your head away, you sighed.
"I don't know Spence, you said that twice already, and look where it got us," you picked up the remote, "maybe you're just too tired for movie night."
The tv switched off just as he tugged at your hand, "I'm not too tired- I'm sorry, it's just- I just really like it when you play with my hair, and I- I didn't mean to fall asleep-"
Your lips curled into a soft, amused smile as your gaze found his again. You cocked an eyebrow at his pleading expression and tilted your head to the side.
"I'm not mad," you brushed your fingers up his arm, "I just think maybe you need practice." knuckles brushed the line of his jaw, and you saw the shiver that ran up his spine.
"Practice ?"
"Yeah," your hand splayed against the back of his neck, "at staying awake," he drew a sharp breath as your fingers combed through his hair once more, "I can help with that."
From the furrow of his brow, your intentions weren't getting across. Deciding actions spoke louder than words, you tangled your fingers in his curls and scratched his scalp gently.
"Just keep your eyes on me baby."
It took him all of ten seconds to start struggling again, his irises fighting to keep steady.
"Come on," you hummed, "eyes on me."
Spencer let out a soft groan, feeding the growing heat in your abdomen. His eyes grew lidded as he tried to will them to stay on you, a light fog glazing them over. God, he looked so pretty. And to think he had no idea of it, it drove you mad.
Your nails traveled through the curls, caressing, until you noticed his eyes rolling back again. Your fingers twisted in the strands and you tugged slightly, just enough to make his breath catch in his throat.
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, and his gaze focused again. His lips had parted slightly, and it was taking everything out of you not to lean down and kiss them. You kept your hand still in his hair.
"Please," he whispered, "keep going,"
A huff of air left your nose as your lips curled cruelly, "Say it again,"
Your eyes followed as his Adam's apple slowly moved, the urge to catch it between your teeth almost strong enough to stop playing your little game.
Almost.
"Please," he breathed again, the soft caramel of his eyes never leaving yours.
"There you go," you cooed as your nails found his curls again, dragging slow against his scalp, coaxing a low hum of pleasure out of him.
His eyelids lowered, but before you could remind him of the instructions, his mind seemed to do it for him, eyes going wide once to push the slumber away. Once you were satisfied with how long he was holding on, your fingers found the hair just behind his ears, and he followed the shift like your touch was the only thing tethering him to reality.
Once again, irises disappeared past the line of his brow, and you tugged again. The sound that escaped him prompted a soft giggle out of you, his eyes shooting open, face red.
"Sorry–" he turned his head away, and your free hand found his chin, guiding him back to face you.
"Don't be. I want to know how I make you feel."
Your voice made him shiver, and though the flush didn't leave his skin, he gave you a sheepish nod. Tracing a path through his curls, you found the shorter hair at the base of his neck, and he pressed his lips together to muffle a quiet moan.
"You like that baby ?" you cooed, leaning in as he tilted his head back to follow your hand. He nodded quickly, and you tutted, "Tell me."
"Yes–"
"Good boy," the words sent a shock through his veins, and he turned his head so that his cheek pressed into your palm before his eyes found yours through his lashes.
"What do you want Spence ?" you hummed, knowing all-too well, if he felt even half of the burning between your thighs.
"Just– you– I want–" the genius mumbled, his lack of coherence making your smile sharpen.
"Oh, sweetheart…" you leaned in and kissed the skin just below his ear, the hand that held his chin now diving back into the brown tangle of tresses, "Come on, I know you can do better than that."
His breath hitched at the contact, and his own hands found your waist, grabbing fistfuls of your shirt like they could anchor him to you.
"I– I want–" his voice shook in tandem with the beat of his heart against your chest, "I want you–"
"Yeah ?" your mouth traced his jaw, and he leaned closer into the touch. When you reached his cheek, your nose caught the flutter of his eyelashes as they closed, "What exactly do you want ?"
"Kiss–" he turned his head slightly, and your lips caught the corner of his mouth, "Please– Kiss me."
You smiled, breath fanning over his lips, "You want a kiss ?" he nodded quickly and tilted his head to meet you halfway. You pulled back just enough to hear him whine.
"Ah-ah, I want you to ask again." your fingers tucked stray hair behind his flushed ears, "I need you to give me a reason."
Spencer frowned, confusion and a hint of frustration weaving into his brow, "I've been– I've been good," he whispered, "I've been good, and I want your lips on mine. Is that enough of a reason, your highness ?" he jabbed, though his tone was too strained for it to sound snarky.
You yanked his head back in response, the gesture earning you a grunt. You planted kisses along the column of his throat, "Come again ?"
A breathy moan left him, and he lifted his head again, "Would you please kiss me ? Please ?"
You chuckled in response and eased the grip on his hair, "See ? Wasn't that hard, was it ?"
"I know you're using those words on purpose, love," he huffed, and you grinned, leaning closer.
"Stop complaining and kiss me."
He didn't hesitate. In an instant, he was on you, a mess of lips and tongues as his hands pressed against both sides of your jaw. You responded immediately, your fingers tightening in his hair again as he moaned into your mouth. His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, pressing into the skin of your waist as you settled against the back of the couch. His lips left yours to trace a path down your neck, and you kept scratching gently at his hair as he went.
His fingers tightened around your thigh, and you chuckled as his nose brushed the curve where your shoulder met your neck. Pulling his head back just enough to look at him, you tucked loose curls behind his ears and cupped his cheeks. His pupils had swallowed the sweet brown of his irises, and the sight left you aching.
"You're adorable baby," you grinned, making him whine softly, "what is it ?"
He swallowed slowly and you felt his thumb trace circles against the fabric of your trousers, "Nothing, I just– I want to–" he dug his teeth into his bottom lip sheepishly.
You tilted your head in a question, fingertips caressing along his burning cheekbones, "You want to… what ? Are you too ashamed to say it ?" you teased.
"No– I mean maybe. Can I just show you instead ? I just– it feels strange to say it out loud." he admitted.
"Sure. Though I might make you say it anyway," his pleading eyes found yours again and you couldn't help but laugh softly, "Just show me and I'll decide then."
Nodding slowly, he pulled away from you, pushing himself to his feet with his hands pressed to your thighs. Then, he sank down to his knees in front of you, his hands skimming back up your hips and settling over the bone there. Your fingers trailed up his jaw and dug back into his hair, pushing it out of his face.
"I think you can ask me that," you whispered, "I'd love to hear you ask me that."
Spencer's brows furrowed in gentle frustration, and his reddened ears seemed to almost glow. He took a deep breath, his fingers anxiously picking at a loose thread from your waistband.
"It's embarrassing" he whispered, and you leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"It's just me here." you responded just as quietly, "It's just the two of us. There's no one to impress, or to feel ashamed for." you pressed a second kiss to his temple, "Unless you like that."
He let out a huff of laughter, "I have no idea if I do. But not… Not right now, that I know."
"If it's too much, you don't have to say it. It would be a bonus if you did, because as I said, I'd love to hear you say that." you assured him, "But there's no obligation, and I'd understand if you didn't want to."
To your surprise, he shook his head, "No, no you're right, it's just you. I want to be able to say it."
You caressed his hair soothingly, "Alright. Well, you can always change your mind."
He nodded, and after a few moments, he seemed to have gathered enough courage to try. After swallowing slowly, he tried again, his voice slightly hoarse in the way that always made your heart stutter.
"Can I…" he took a breath and looked up at you, "Can I taste you ? Please ?"
A satisfied sigh left you as a smile snaked its way to your lips. Tilting his chin, you leaned in and kissed him again, feeling his fingers tightening around your hips as you dragged your tongue over his. Only once your lungs started to burn did you pull away again.
"Yes baby," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the lack of air, "you can taste me."
In what felt simultaneously like seconds and hours, Spencer helped you out of your trousers, and you lifted your hips to assist him. His fingertips trailing up your bare legs sent a shiver creeping up your spine, and you could feel his breath fan over your thighs as he looked up at you with those perfect brown eyes of his. You'd do anything to have those eyes on you forever.
Your fingers threaded through his hair as he kissed your inner thighs, eyes closing as your nails dragged over his scalp. His thumbs were hooked under the waistband of your panties over your hipbone, awaiting your approval. Tugging at his roots, you directed him where you wanted him, and you heard his breath hitch as his nose made contact with the wet patch in your underwear.
"Jesus," he breathed before looking up at you.
You chuckled and brushed a curl away from his brow, "See what you do to me ?"
He nodded, a little incredulous look etched into his expression, lips parted, and his eyes flicked back to your hips.
"Can I–" instead of finishing his question, his thumbs gave your underwear a gentle tug.
"Well, if you say the magic word," your smirk earned you an amused eye roll, but he didn't protest.
"Please ?" you'd swear his puppy-like eyes would be the death of you.
As soon as you nodded, the garment was off, and the cool air felt sharp over the heated area. The temperature shock didn't last long though, before Spencer's fingers found their way to your core.
"Jesus–" he whispered again, and you huffed a breathless laugh.
"I don't think he's here honey," you tucked his hair behind his ears, "why don't you call out to me instead ?"
A quiet sound escaped him, and his free hand slipped under your shirt, lifting it enough for his lips to find the plump skin of your stomach. His palm pressed against your side, caressing its way to your spine, as his mouth found your ribs.
"Are you teasing me darling ?" you asked quietly, a smile stuck to your lips, adoring as ever.
He shook his head, nose brushing against your navel, "Not teasing," he whispered, "worshiping."
The word fully undid you. Fingers leaving his head, you lifted the shirt up and over your head, tossing it in the same direction as the rest of your clothes.
"Well in that case," you breathed, "go ahead."
Hands wrapping around your waist, he pulled you closer until his torso was flush between your thighs. His lips latched onto your breast, and you arched your back against him, breath catching in your throat as you closed your eyes. Once he'd managed to pull a few soft moans out of you, his fingers found your cheek and he lifted his chin to meet your lips, which you did without protest.
"Love you," you hummed into his mouth, nails finding his scalp again.
"Love you too," he whispered before going back to where he'd started, pulling your hips to the edge of the couch cushion as he settled back between your thighs.
Brushing curls back and holding them there, you looked down to find his eyes already on yours, searching for confirmation that you wanted this. And oh did you.
"Go on baby," you hummed, "show me worship."
The shaky breath had barely been torn from his lungs that his lips were already on your core, and with them his tongue. It flattened against the wetness, gathering it slowly as he hummed and closed his eyes like you were the one pleasuring him. His fingers dug into your hips, anchoring himself as he pressed closer to the warmth, making you throw your head back against the backrest of the couch. Your own hand fisted in his hair, pulling at the roots as you moaned.
He was careful, meticulous and deliciously deliberate, as he was in every aspect of his life. He explored your folds like you were a book he'd just opened, drinking your words like you were scripture.
Your grip on his hair tightened, and you worried about hurting him until you felt the vibration of his moan against your core.
"God– Look at me baby–" you panted, and the sight of his eyes lifting to meet yours, fighting against the urge to roll back, nearly had you finishing on the spot.
"You're so good– Doing so well–" you cooed as your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him as close as you could while your hips stuttered against his face.
He whimpered at your words, and his irises disappeared behind his eyelids as he sucked on your sensitive bud. The room filled with only the symphony of your filthy sounds and the drumming of rain drops against the window.
"Spence– Eyes on me darling–" you hummed, your words slurring with the growing blur of pleasure. When his eyes didn't open, you gave a sharp tug, rewarded by a low groan that rumbled all the way up your spine.
"Eyes on me," you repeated, and he looked up through his lashes. The sight of him was sinful, cheeks and ears flushed with heat, irises drowned out completely behind his pupils, eyelids barely open enough to look up. You could see the muscles in his jaw working, and the moan that escaped you was equally due to the sight than to the feeling of his tongue.
"There you go– There you go baby, good job– Oh–" your head bobbed to the side, your neck going slack with pleasure as he continued devouring you like a man starved, "Doing so good for me– so good– Wanna make me cum baby ?"
He nodded quickly against you, not letting up. His eagerness made a chuckle bubble in your throat, though you weren't sure if it actually sounded like one once it left your lips.
"Yeah ? Well keep it up and you will– Fuck–" your own eyes rolled back in your head, and your hand tightened in his hair again, making him moan against your throbbing core.
His nails were dragging down your painfully arched back, and this time, when you lowered your eyes to his face again, he was already looking up at you. His gaze was so reverent, it made you dizzy. Or maybe it was the way his tongue was circling your bud.
You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen tighten dangerously, and you couldn't control the way your hips were grinding and rutting into his face. His grip moved to hold them in place as he continued, eyes fixed on the way your body writhed with pleasure.
"Fuck– Spence– I'm–" both of your hands were fisting in his hair, and you'd make sure you hadn't ripped any of his wonderful curls later.
He hummed in approval, dedicated to keeping the same rhythm as he watched you, eagerly awaiting the way you threatened to come undone. The tightness in your belly only grew, pressing down onto your every senses as your thighs clamped around his head, quickly parted again by firm hands. Suddenly, the pleasure was white-hot and the feeling in your abdomen turned to magma, erupting from you with a cry. Your ears filled with a buzzing that colored your fingertips and your toes in equal measure as you fell back into the couch.
Coming down from your high, you found Spencer looking at you with adoring eyes, his cheek pressed against your thigh. His lips and chin were still glistening with wetness, and you ran a hand through his hair tenderly as your free hand wiped his chin.
"Jesus…" you breathed, your chest still heaving.
A delicious smirk found his lips, eyes sparkling with mirth, "I thought he wasn't here ?"
You huffed a laugh, "Well, he isn't. But I also told you to call out to me instead, so I guess you were only half listening."
He pushed himself up with his hands on your thighs, "I wasn't exactly able to call out to anything," he argued, before his smirk turned devilish, "but you did call out to me."
Pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, you kept him an inch away from your lips as you murmured, "Don't get cocky now, I could still ruin you."
The playfulness in his eyes made way for the wonder of having you this close, but it didn't leave entirely as he whispered, albeit a little sheepishly, "I'm afraid there isn't much ruining left to do sweetheart."
With a questioning lift of your eyebrow, you lowered your gaze to find a dark spot on the fabric of his trousers. His cheeks grew even redder when a chuckle escaped you.
"Don't laugh…" he complained, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.
"I'm not laughing at you–" you grinned, pulling his head back to look at him, your hands finding his cheeks, "I was just surprised, but it's honestly really hot."
Scoffing, he turned his eyes away from you, "It's not hot, it's ridiculous."
Your laughter found his ears again as you kissed his nose, "Baby, you came from just eating me out while I pulled your hair. It's hot. You don't get a vote on that."
Another huff escaped him, and you didn't wait for his retort before kissing him. This one was slow, tender in the way the last ones had been more impatient, a gentle caress of lips, breaths mingling as your thumbs traced circles on his cheeks.
As usual, he needed air before you did, and you reluctantly let him pull back. It was adorable how flushed and breathless your lips on his always made him, albeit a little frustrating when all you wanted was to kiss him forever.
Letting your foreheads press together, he brushed his nose against yours and chuckled with you. You let the quiet settle softly, just the sound of your breaths harmonizing with the rain outside, the gentle caress of his hands on your waist anchoring you to reality.
He was the first one to break the silence, his voice barely over a whisper.
"I love you."
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, twirling a loose curl around your finger.
"I love you too."
Lmk what you thought ! I'm a little nervous to post this ngl. Likes don't do a whole lot, so I'd be super appreciative of any reblogs and comments ! Hope you enjoyed my lovelies ! <33
Ayy Azzi scored 20 and first thing I ran to was here…. CYFABH snippet let’s goo!!!
Chapter 11 is coming along… you can all thank @peach4pazzi for the snippet choice and the advice to just get drunk to write all the smut, and @dripanddrive for the immense edits to said drunk writing 😭😭
Content Warning - When you go visit your grandmother in the woods for a small vacation, you encounter a strange man named Bruce.. He’s strangely distant and rude, yet you feel something gravitational that wants you to approach him..
Tags -Fem! Reader x Wolf!Bruce, teratophilia, squirting, p in v, monsters, sex, smut, shameless, there’s a plot if you squint, poor pussy, fingering, stimulation, maaturbating, risk of getting caught, chains, teasing, transformations, Bruce is huge, roughness, creampie.
You heard tales, the woods were full of monsters, specifically one big monster hunting out humans. Grandma always told you to be careful during night time, afraid of you getting snatched up from the ‘Wolf.’
“Grandma! I’m here!” Now, you were out of your childhood years and freshly an adult. Your plan was to spend the time at your grandmothers cabin before heading off into the real world, allowing the short break.
Your ears perked up, trying to find a trace of your Grandma. Thankfully, she hadn’t been eaten by the big bad wolf like you heard as a child. “Sweetheart! I’m in the backyard.” You sighed, rushing along to the back.
While you had been breaking your ass off, Grandma stayed by herself in the woods, managing to not get into serious danger while everyone was away. “Oh hi granny! You can’t always be outside it’s not good for you.” Your hand swatted the air, wiping away the cobwebs in the air.
“Oh grandchild, you know I have to move in some way. I can’t stay in and be on my butt all day!” She plucked a bunch full of fresh grown fruits, the ripe strawberries in her basket highlighted from the sun.
You were thankful enough she was still alive, your other family members being a handful. “Grandma is the wolf still here?” Your voice was slightly higher than usual, bending down to pick out some dandelions from the garden.
There had been visions, or more likely scenarios in your head. You wondered what it was like to fuck a wolf, or just any monster in particular.. Totally not lewd, right?
“Yes, he is still out there. Fortunately, the wolf seems to not bother me here. I’m always left alone.” Granny got up from crouching and wiped away the sweat on her forehead, her long sleeve blocking out the sun. Now that you realize it, Grandma barely reaches out to contact, it’s always someone coming to her.
“Well what have you been doing without me Grandma?” You brushed off the dirt on your pants, a small brown stain left behind. “Oh, just harvesting, cooking, baking. I head down to the local market, about an hour away when winter nears. There’s a sweet man who helped me last time.” She gave you a toothy grin, hand on her hip.
“There’s someone who’s helping you? Who?” You raised an eyebrow, curious about who it’d be. “His name is Bruce, if I remember. I could barely walk in the heavy snow, so he helped me out by shoveling the path. That man is fast, sweetie. I’m sure you two would get along just fine!”
A blush rose over your features, your hand coming up to slap your cheek. “I’m okay Granny! I don’t know how to feel dating someone in the woods.” She chuckled, brushing your hair down.
“Come in, I’ll bake you fresh pastries.” You trailed along behind her, eyes wandering around the place. It looked the same.
Picture frames with various family members, old books, a trophy your Grandma won a long time ago. You stuck around the living room, setting down into the comfy recliner when a knock sounded on the wooden door. “Be a dear and get it for me, sweets!” Grandma shouted, clanging coming from the kitchen.
You shuffled up and opened the door, seeing a tall bulky man. “Oh- Can I help you?” He brushed you to the side, ignoring your presence. “Excuse me?!” How rude!
“Who is it darling? Oh~ Brucie! Back to help this old lady again? How mindful of you.” You peeked into the kitchen, closely observing the man. “Who’s this lady, Granny?” He looked at you, then back at her.
“That’s my grand daughter I talked about, sweetheart. She still has that fierceness in her soul!” Grandma laughed, stirring her dough inside of the metal bowl. “Ah, I see. Sorry. I didn’t mean to shove you out of the way.” His look of sincerity was the same of an unpleasant toddler!
“You could’ve said that at the door! Can’t believe this is the guy helping you, Grandma, he’s mean!” She just laughed again, shooing you away. “Both of you out of the kitchen while I cook! Go to the living room and get to know each other!”
Bruce walked out first, heading to the living room. Your eyes caught on to the tight shirt he wore, a large red flannel that was buttoned to the top, it looked like the fabric was about to pop off! He sat down in the comfy recliner, basically taking your seat.
“Ugh. Took my seat but okay! Anyways why are you even here?” You sat on the opposite end, glaring daggers into his face. He returned the look, eyes slanted.
“I’m helping out your Grandma, sweetheart. No need to look like I’ll kill her.” You scoffed, then looked down at his chest. He had some soft fuzzy chest hair, maybe even bigger boobs than you, and the most soft looking hair ever.
His physique was immaculate, large arms, a broad chest and thicker thighs than your head?! Woooweeee!
“Um, where do you live?..” You cleared your throat, acting like you weren’t checking him out. “I live deeper in the woods, near some caves. There’s a river that you can locate which is near my home.” His baritone voice vibrated something inside of your body, heat crawling up your neck.
This was insane, he looked so different compared to the scrawny guys in the city. Most of them were boring, taken, or just not your type. “And you have a job, right?” You eyed him suspiciously, cheek resting on your palm.
“I’m a lumberjack, I quite literally helped your grandmother with this cabin. I also run her errands and help out when she needs it. Besides that, I’m always creating something in the woods.” You shivered, feeling warmth crawl up your spine.
You nodded, distracted from his gaze, the cabin letting in the heat. Your throat constricted as you swallowed, sweat running down your temple. “Dearies! Come eat my pastries!”
Thankfully in time, your Grandma came to the rescue. Never in your life have you sped up fast enough for some food, feet fumbling over nothing. “Oh my! No need to rush over pastries dear, there’s many to come.”
Trays of fresh baked cookies and sweets were lined up, while your eyes set on the golden brown bread. Salt milk bread came from Korea, so your Grandma decided to try out the recipe. It came out delicious, as always.
“I haven’t had salt bread in forever! Oh thank you so much Granny!” You stuffed your mouth full with the bread, the sweet and salty flavor washing away bad taste from the past.
Bruce sat on the stool, his burly body making the poor chair groan. You turned to the side and stuffed the whole bread into your cheeks like a chipmunk, laughter muffled from your closed cheeks. “Now, don’t eat too much okay? You’ll get another stomach ache like last time.” Grandma was right, but could she blame you?! These rolls were so freaking delicious!
He took one in his hand, biting at the soft bread. Bruce thanked your Grandma for the treats, his tastebuds appreciating something else besides meat. Your eyes lingered on his face, specifically his mouth. God, he must be a talented eater, huh.
Bruce looked at you, hand extending outwards. Your body froze in place as he wiped away crumbs on the corner of your mouth, licking away the remains. You turned red like a cherry, backing away from him. “I- Don’t! Do that again..”
His lips turned into a curve, the small smirk on his face making him more handsome. You just stood and watched, seeing how he was. Bruce sighed. “Enough with the games, pretty girl. Listen, I’ll come back next time, but I better not see you checking me out again, alright?”
You nervously laughed, watching as he took some of the sweets to go. Bruce gave you one last look and disappeared into the woods, closing the door behind.
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While night time rolled around, Grandma had went to sleep. You laid in the guest room, sitting on the edge of the plush mattress. The window had an amazing view of the sunset and trees, your eyes watching as the sun blended into the moon.
An inkling had latched on to your brain, the thoughts about Bruce slowly worming into your thought train. He was bulky, not weirdly, but just right. Surprisingly, his hair looked soft and fluffy, something totally unexpected in the woods. His natural scent was soft and comfortable, like the sun basking on your face.
You let out a sigh once again, plopping down back into bed. What would you do here? Really, you came for a break but now that there was Bruce, could this be considered a new potential relationship? Who knew.
So you promised Grandma that you’d stay quiet so she could sleep, but you had an urge to.. masturbate.
Your body was silently screaming from nothing, wanting the relief of pleasure. Maybe it’s because of how backed up you were in the city, too busy with life that there wasn’t a chance to rub the bean.
Well, now you could. The waistband of your shorts slid down mid thigh, hand reaching in between your legs. You felt the cool air on your wet pussy, hissing.
Your fingers worked a miracle, wetting the two index fingers as you rubbed your clit. A small taste of iron laid on your tongue as you bit down on your lip, silencing your cries. You rubbed your clit while your other hand pinched and flicked your nipple, the double stimulation sending shockwaves through your body.
A wave of euphoria washed over your features as you bucked your hips into the air, slick coating the inner part of your thighs. You cried out silently, clamping your legs shut before melting into a puddle on the bed. You wiped your fingers on the cloth of your clothes before falling asleep, dreaming of a very tall handsome wolf.
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Grandma left a note on the fridge.
‘Hi dearie! I headed into town for supper and so I could stock up on items. If you get lonely, head over to Bruce’s house! He lives near the river. Don’t get lost, please. I can’t risk losing you and explaining that to your parents. Bring over the tray of leftover bread so you can share with him. Okay, love you lots! ^-^ - Gran.’
You stood there shocked, dumbfounded, then let out a breath. Back in your suitcase, you packed a few winter clothes and a pair of boots just in case. Now, you actually had to use the items.
Your clothes consisted of a warm fuzzy jacket, underneath a sheer long sleeve. Long pants served you better than shorts as a pair of brown boots adored your legs. You tied up your hair and made way out of the cabin.
Walking along the nature wasn’t as bad, it was refreshing. You located the river immediately, crossing over it with a bridge. A dark oak house sat near the trees, the loud thump setting a rhythm.
“Oh Bruceeey!” You called out, fanning your face. The little strands of hair got stuck on your skin.
The sudden stop made you halt, your eyes widening. Bruce was in a white tank top, the fabric soaked from his sweat. You could spot the hair on his chest, to the way his biceps flexed with the axe in his hands. He looked at you, eyes drooping. “Hi.”
You shuddered, walking closer. “Hey. What’re you working on?” You came close near him, an arm reaching out to stop you. “Be careful. Don’t wanna hit you, or your pretty face.” Your hands covered your face.
“I’m working on fuel for my fireplace, gets cold at night. Can’t stand it.” He chopped another stump down with his axe, a sweat drop rolling down his skin. You felt your pussy clench.
“Could I get a house tour.. Not to bother or anything!” His deep chuckle broke the awkward tension, your brain releasing different signals.
Bruce turned and looked at you, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose.” His axe was stuck into the thick wooden stump on the floor, your body frozen in place as he walked by. This might’ve been gross, but he smelt more manly than anyone else when he sweated…
You slowly walked behind him, trying not to act like a stuttering idiot when he offered water. Your boots were near the door, coat abandoned on the back of a chair.
Bruce drank his water within a few seconds, the droplets rolling down his chin and soaking his top. Your knees almost buckled.
“Alright. This here is the kitchen, obviously. Over there is living room, warmest place out of all rooms. In the other side, it’s just the entrance. Upstairs is a bathroom and my bedroom, I’m either up there or outside chopping wood. Underneath has a basement, it’s clean, barely use it. That’s it.” His way of a house tour made your head spin, the information spewed out making you question everything.
“Ohkay?” You nodded, walking from the cold tile onto the wooden floorboards. A gorgeous fireplace sat in the middle, warm lighting hanging from the ceiling. His leather couch blended in with the more neutral toned colors, your brain memorizing each nook and cranny.
Bruce stared as you wandered around, thinking to himself. He took off his tank top, the inside air blessing him. You turned around and were met with him shirtless, quickly turning on your heel. Your palms came up and covered your eyes, embarrassment washing your features.
“I’m going to shower, doll. Don’t get scared of me now. If you need anything, just holler.” His shoulder bumped into yours, the tingling sensation sending goosebumps up your skin.
While you were downstairs, Bruce fought with his self control upstairs. Maybe he was an animal, because you were just the right fucking prey for him.
He turnt on the hot water, letting the shower steam up as he stripped. His cock was hard, oozing with pre. You turned him on so much, like bunnies getting attracted to their mate.
Bruce stepped in, the water running over his skin. His fluffy ears hidden away had popped up, twitching each second. A large tail emerged from his back, the fur swishing restlessly.
He fisted his cock, feeling his fingers rub up and down his length. It was bittersweet, knowing he couldn’t just fuck you right there and then. God, you were cute as hell. Bruce gritted his teeth, ramping his pace.
His back was hunched over, one hand laid on the tile to support his body. Bruce grunted loudly before blowing his load on the wall, the thick cum shooting out like spider webs. He breathed erratically before cleaning up the mess.
You were on the couch, peacefully laying down while you contemplated your life decisions. Would he even see you in another light besides this one? Did you even qualify for his type?
The stairs thudded as he walked down, your eyes locked onto his huge silhouette. Bruce was now in a dark compression shirt and sweats, his hair dripping with water. You had to avert your gaze before looking back.
“Listen. You can stay the night since Grandma won’t come home until later. Just don’t, barge into my room tonight. Holler if you need anything.” Bruce said out loud, leaving you with questions.
He left to the small storage area he’d turned into a gym. His workout routine along with being a lumberjack had helped shape his overall psychical health.
Bruce hit legs for the day, deciding he’d need it for tonight. Unfortunately, being a werewolf meant that you had to embrace it on full moons. He hated those nights, the pain of transforming, dealing with the side effects by himself, even the thought of it made him sick.
He breathed through his last rep, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins.
You, on the other hand, got bored. So, why not try to bake something? Your ingredients (Bruce’s) laid out onto the counter, measurements on the side. Surprisingly, when you were a teenager baking had came to you easily. Thank god your Grandma passed that gene down.
The oven was heating up as your stirred in the dry ingredients, folding it with a spatula. You were making sugar cookies, simple enough for both you and Bruce.
His workout routine was finished, about an hour had passed. He went back into his kitchen when the fresh smell of sweetness hit his nose, ears twitching. Bruce looked at you, back towards him. You were setting up the cookies on a small platter, placing the glass cover on top.
“Trying to replace your gran doll?” Bruce snuck up behind you, caging you in with his beefy arms. You could barely register before he grabbed a cookie, biting it with slow intent. Your hearing was so clear because you could hear how that cookie was to him. He chewed it like a dog would chew on a toy.
“Stop- My ears are sensitive..” You covered your ear with a palm, trying to act like his breathing fanning your earlobe wasn’t turning you on.
Bruce leaned in and blew on your neck, earning a twitch and a slap to the chest.
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You heard the rattling from inside of his bedroom. First, it was common courtesy to ignore the noise because he was the host. But now, the sounds turned into full on dragging and banging.
Your head was buried into the old pillows of the bedroom, trying to block out the sound. Bruce was one rowdy night person and it disrupted your routine.
So, fed up. A sudden burst of confidence forced you up off your feet and onto the floor, walking in the hallway towards the stairs. Walking up was one thing, nerves suddenly lit on fire.
It was like time slowed down, seeing the small crack of light flood into the upstairs area. Bruce kept punching something in his room, and he was huffing, no, moaning..?
Your nosiness had made you look through the crack, met with an unexplainable scene.
He was rutting into his sheets, messed up materials on the floor. Pillows were thrown around, blankets laid in abandoned piles, even his clothes were, ripped off?!
You rushed in, gasping when you saw his features. “I told you not to come in, princess.” Bruce snarled, his fuzzy ears standing out of his hair.
The air was so thick with heat, his musky scent coating your tastebuds. You could barely breathe in here. “I’m sorry- I thought you were hurt and-“
He growled and got up in a flash, grabbing you by the torso and forcing you onto the bed. His claws dug into the sheets, making scratch marks in the bed.
Your face was red, and you were trembling. “I specifically told you to not come in, didn’t I? Now you figured out my little secret.”
Black ears, furry hair on his skin, claws, extended teeth, even his cock was huge. You laid there not knowing what would happen, only looking up in shock.
Bruce leaned down and sniffed into your neck, drinking your scent. He bit down onto the pulse point, a satisfying noise coming from him. You shrieked in pleasure and pain, the mix of the two giving you euphoric relief.
“T-too rough!” His hand dug into your wrist as he ripped off your clothes, throwing the shred of fabric away. Bruce left nothing behind, tongue licking at your skin. His fangs nipped at certain areas, red and purple spots blooming.
“Not enough for me, sweetheart. Can’t believe I found a jewel so beautiful in the woods.” He touched you between your legs, licking at your breasts. It was overwhelming, pleasure burning away at your every nerve.
You came on his thick fingers, feeling the rush of liquid coat your skin. Heavy, uneven breathing came from you. “Stop- I already came..” Bruce laughed in your face, continuing his attack on your poor pussy.
His thick heavy cock laid on your thigh, cum squirting onto skin. He rumbled, eyes lidded with lust.
“Gonna use this pretty pussy so good, okay? Can you give that to me darling?” Bruce has spread your legs and lined up the tip, his pumped dick pulsing. You gasped when he pushed in, not even halfway.
“Oh-my god!” Your hands flew to his shoulders as he rocked back and forth into your hole, your walls spreading out on his length. Bruce bit down hard and shoved it all in to the hilt, your throat releasing a piercing scream.
His continuous fucking was insanity, stamina unmatched with yours. You were a pillow princess, the raised position increasing your pleasure. Bruce had pressed onto your stomach, feeling himself in your guts. “Bullseye.”
Bruce came into your womb, thick spurts of cum filling your stomach up. You could’ve thrown up cum, if it wasn’t for him. He pulled out and watched the mess drip down into a puddle beneath you, fingers swiping it back up and plugging your hole.
“Gonna be the mother of my pups, yeah?” You nodded brainlessly, too fucked out to even hear his words. The night had dragged out into sunset, multiple rounds taken out on you. He finished with his cycle, gently carrying your limp body. Bruce had the most amazing aftercare as you fell asleep in his arms.
That is the tale of the big bad wolf.
A/N - Still sick, fed up with my cough, and thought about a lot of stuff. Writing as we currently read rn🍷
Pairing: Boyfriend! Joel Miller x Mid/Plus size Afab!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend can't resist offering you a little post workout fun. Completely inspired by those pictures of Pedro from yesterday.
This one goes out to all my thigh riding girlie's (gn) <3
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Established relationship, AU no outbreak, Mentions of being body conscious in the past, vague descriptions of being fuller figured nothing specific though, sweaty post gym thigh riding, Praise, dirty talk. Undefined legal age gap. Spanking.
Not beta'd and probably not proofread very well, putting the disorder in adhd, as ever. ✌️
Word Count: 1.1k
Masterlist
“C’mere baby” Joel’s patting his thick thigh with a lecherous grin on his face as he’s watching you peel off your gym wear, the damp nylon is sticking to every inch of you.
You respond with a soft snort “What do you mean come here? Joel, I feel gross. That work out nearly killed me today.” It had been his idea to start going to the gym together, another ‘couples bonding’ experience he’d said. He was big into that kind of thing, but honestly you were pretty sure it was so he could watch your tits and ass jiggle, he thought he was slick.
“Do I look like I care darlin’? Get that beautiful ass over here and ride my thigh, c’mon...” It’s a command and an invitation all in one, your boyfriend of two years knew what he wanted, he’s never sugar-coated it and that horny, feral part of your brain loved that about him.
So, you shuck off your sports bra over your head, tossing it into the hamper. You can feel the sweat that had collected beneath the material was now running down your sternum, trickling to your belly button. You’d already be in the shower if you were alone, but these days doing anything alone is a huge feat in itself where Joel is concerned. On the days he’s not working, or when Sarah is at school, he’s with you, making the most of your time together. Usually naked.
You watch as his once brown eyes go almost completely black with desire, pupils blown wide, the bulge in his sinfully short shorts is impossible to ignore. You’d tease him a little more if you weren’t so fucking turned on. Maybe a joint session at the gym had been for both his benefit and yours. He’d been eyeing you in your figure hugging leggings and tight little sports bra while you’d been ogling his thighs and ass the whole time.
You should have known that once you made it back to your place, you’d both be spending the rest of the day engaging in a more horizontal form of exercise.
So you tug off your leggings, shimmying out of them as you take your panties off with them, his eyes never leave you for a moment, his gaze is both predatory and appreciative. You’re his. Every day he thanks his lucky stars for that.
You put on a little show for him as you strut towards the bed where he sits, his thighs parted wide, leaning back on his palms. Your hips shake hypnotically with every step. Before Joel, you hadn’t loved your body that much, but now with the way he worships every dip and curve, whether it be with his eyes, lips, tongue or fingers, now you love your fuller frame. Gone are the days where you’d be covering up in t-shirts that swamped you at the gym, you were beautiful and you didn’t feel the need to hide any more.
You lower yourself onto his thick thigh, more defined these days, he’d said a while ago that he wanted to stay in shape now he was getting ‘older’, if not for his sake then for the sake of his babygirl and you were more than happy to support him, they way he supported you in everything you wanted to achieve.
“That’s it” He coos, leaning back just pinning you with a stare that has you melting already “Fuck darlin’ look at you, pretty as a picture. Y’look good just like this...”
You preen under his praise, a little giggle leaving you as you plant your hands on his broad shoulders and start to glide along his thigh, the ridges and hairs tickle your clit just right. “Maybe we just skip the gym next time... Stay home and fuck all day instead?” That earns you a sharp spank, making you gasp, soothed by his thick fingers pawing at the fleshy part of your cheek. It’s a sweet sting that’s left there, one you know has probably left a red mark, one that has your cunt clenching around nothing nonetheless, dribbling onto his naked thigh.
“I could spend all day in this pretty little pussy, y’know that” His hands come up to your hips, kneading the soft flesh under his fingertips “But there’s just something about you... All hot and sweaty out in public that makes my motor run baby... maybe next time y’let me fuck you in the locker room huh? Stay nice an’ quiet for me while I bend you over one of those benches? That sound good sugar?” he’s guiding you now, pressing you down harder against his thigh, urging you to roll those gorgeous hips of yours.
With a breathy moan you nod and he spanks you again, the slap echoing throughout the bedroom.
“Use your words sweetness, need t’hear you say it.”
You feel your release quickly creeping up on you, his thigh is getting slicker by the second. You grind yourself deeper agaisnt his thigh with his guidance giving your swollen little clit all the attention she so desperately needs. “Yes! Fuck baby- P-please next time... N-next time fuck me just like that...”
He can feel you tensing up on top of him, he can hear the little hitches in your breath all the subtle cues that tell him you’re about to make a mess on his thigh.
“That’s it darlin’ just like that, keep goin’.. Fuck... After this we’re gonna go take a shower together and I’m gonna bury my cock so deep inside you, that you won’t know where you end and I begin... Gonna make this tight little pussy sing for me” His jaw is set and tense as he grits his teeth, urging you to move faster, you look between the two of you seeing his cock straining painfully against the stretchy fabric of his shorts, begging to come out and play.
You throw your head back, nails digging into his taut flesh as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave of pleasure. The deep, filthy groan that leaves him as he watches you fall apart is one that will be engrained in your memory for years to come.
His thigh is soaked, he can feel it running down his knee and he fucking loves it. Your cries of ecstasy are just dying down when he releases his grip on your hips and helps you up onto your feet, holding you upright since you’re knees are buckling like a deer taking their first steps.
He’s guiding you towards the ensuite when he ducks his head down to drawl in your ear “C’mon baby, let’s get you all cleaned up so I can make you dirty again”.
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Pinterest credit for the beautiful model in the moodboard.
I started with another drawing, but I didn't like the result. It looked boring. So I started another one. I'm in love with the Tenakth body paint and I think Seyka would also look very hot with it!
Aloy decided to paint her body as well. Buuuut I think they got a little distracted and she couldn't finish painting Seyka's body 😏 who could blame her? I think we all know where this led!
I like that style and I'm obsessed with Aloy's hair. Still practising with tons of references.
I'm curious to know if he actually liked wearing toupees or if it was more of a Hollywood thing. LVC doesn't need extra hair on his head to look handsome :) <3
