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53 / 2.7k / Alejandro being a man who knows his own sex appeal (with medic reader)
kinktober keywords: medical kink, healslutting, healing sex (so-called)
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"Excuse me?"
Alejandro pauses at the door, looking back at you blankly for a moment before repeating himself. "You're with me," he says again, slower this time as if to make sure you've heard him. "We have things to discuss in the medbay."
Typical.
You follow him with your arms stiffly crossed.
He leads you to the medbay in relative silence, pushes open the door once you arrive, and gestures for you to walk inside first.
"Sit."
You don't. "What is there to discuss?"
His voice rasps with irritation. He tries to soften it when he speaks again. "Just sit. I'm not asking again." He nods at the table. "I'm suffering too much tension. You already know how I want to relieve it.â
You stare him down for another long moment. Then you yield--just a little--and push yourself up to sit on the edge of the examination table. "Not advisable with your injuries."
"I'm fine," he says. His gaze drifts to your legs, where your skirt has exposed several tantalizing inches of skin. "I prefer your brand of medicine."
nsfw âŹ
"I know you don't care about your injuries, Colonel, but I do."
"I know. It's your job to care. That's why I'm here. And who better to give me release than you?" He lets his fingers graze your knee and lifts them up along your inner thigh. "I need your help. You're going to be a dutiful doctora for me, aren't you?"
Your heart rises into your throat. That tone of voice. You swallow to ground yourself. How can you keep letting him do this to you? How are you still this weak? You shift, wanting to squeeze your thighs together. But Alejandro steps closer, standing between them.
He runs his hand up your leg, stopping just before his fingers brush the edge of your skirt. "You need to help your commanding officer, don't you?"
"You're hardly my commanding officer.
"Semantics," he purrs. His other palm goes to your inner knee, coaxing your legs to spread apart some more. "You're my medic, are you not?
Pulling rank on you? Does he really want to play that game? "I'm not your anything.â
"You think you're the one who's really in charge here?"
"It's not about who's in charge."
"Oh?" He almost finds your snark amusing. Almost.
"You're injured," you snap.
That makes him laugh. "That's what makes you the perfect one for the job," he tells you, letting his hands drift further up your legs. "You can't walk away from a poor soldier telling you he needs your help, can you? Even if he's being a bad patient. Not that you'd ever bring it up to your superiors. Or mine."
"No, I wouldn't. But I'm not going to help you risk popping your stitches just because you want to get your dick wet."
"Always so blunt, doctora. Always so crass. But I have faith you won't let that happen." His hands on your legs press you back on the table until you're leaning on your hands to support yourself.
He pulls the crux of your legs flush against him. The position forces you to either lean back and spread your legs to ease your weight off him or to let him pull your full weight onto his thigh and straddle it. You swallow, eyes darting down to the way your skirt is riding up. You swore you wouldn't do this again. You leave the base with your team tomorrow. Youâve already gone too far with him too many times. "Alejandro..."
"Mm," he rumbles in response to the way you say his name. He grinds his thigh up against you just to see you clench around his leg.
God damn him. There's nothing worse than a man who knows his own sex appeal.
You grab his collar, pull him forward, and close your lips around his pulse point.
He leans into your touch and braces his hand on the table next to your hip, enjoying the way your teeth graze against his skin. His hands find your hips and pull you flush against him. "That's it," he mutters. "This is what I need. Give it to me."
You push off the table and round on him to shove him against it instead. "Get on your back. You're not in any shape to top."
"So demanding." But he takes a seat on the edge of the table. "I suppose if my doctor says I'm not in any shape to top, I'll listen to her."
"For once."
"For you," he murmurs. He falls back on the table and props himself up on his elbows. He lets his legs part. His eyes drag over your body, wanting to see you naked again. "Show me how you take care of a wounded soldier."
But you don't bother stripping your clothes off--just skim your underwear down your legs and climb up onto the table to hover over him. Your eye falls to the stitches disappearing down the neckline of his shirt and running down his right pectoral. You instinctively check it for inflammation or discoloration, but it's clean. Just fresh and tender.
He watches you go through the motions of checking his stitches. He knows that you wouldn't be coming onto him if you didn't think he could do this. But itâs still irritating how focused you are on the state of his injury rather than letting yourself get carried away with his body in other ways. You leave tomorrow. There might not be a next time.
âYou always so thorough, doctora?â he asks, a bit of an edge to his voice. âOr are you just stalling?â
"I'm exactly as thorough as I should be," you snap, grabbing the button and zipper of his pants and undoing them with quick, rough movements. "Regardless of what other rules you have me break."
His eyes darken as you take the initiative, but he canât deny that he likes watching you get demanding. He lifts his hips to let you tug his pants partway down his thighs.
âYou break the rules for me and I'll make sure no one can touch you for it.â His hand snakes up to your hip. âYou want this? Go ahead. Take it.â
You let yourself sink down on him and hold in a breath as he fills you. You fight to keep your wits about you and you don't quite succeed.
He lets out a low, guttural moan. One hand grips the edge of the table as if heâs trying to hold onto control of himself, but then he gives up and lets his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place. "That's it,â he hisses, letting his head fall back against the table. âSo warm.â He rocks his hips upward, pulling you down at the same time as if he can somehow get you any closer than you are.
You flush as he pulls you forward and runs his tongue up the side of your neck. But when he starts to pump his hips against you in earnest, you push yourself up and force him to lay flat on the table again. "I told you to lay here. Don't move or you'll pop your stitches and we'll have to stop."
"Don't threaten me, doctora," he growls. But his hands fall away from your hips. He lays them flat on the table to show that he's not going to move them. "You both know you couldn't stop him if he wanted to take charge.
Still, he does like the way you're sitting on top of him. he'd just like to do something about the fact that you're still fully clothed. "Lose the shirt," he orders.
"No."
His jaw clenches. "Don't push me. You make me lie here at your mercy, and I'm not used to being controlled like that.â
He knows perfectly well that he can't command you to do a single thing. You, as his doctor, are the one calling the shots here. And despite the fact that being ordered around in his own base annoys him more than anything, you're still breaking the rules to ride his cock.
And you're slipping past the point of no return.
You pump up and down slowly, fighting to keep your breath even. You tell yourself this isn't for you, it's for him. As demanding as he is, as much of an ass he can be, this behavior is an expression of frustration. Of need.
But you make the mistake of looking down at him, and your hips stutter at the heat in his eyes.
He watches you with a need you rarely see in a man.
âDios, doctora," he mutters. He wants you. Needs you. He runs his hands up your thighs, but he doesnât try to take over. He lets you keep the control. For the time being, youâre the one calling all the shots. But that doesn't mean he'll be nice. "Faster," he mutters, gritting his teeth. âYou can do better than that.â
He watches you as you begin to move faster, your breath coming in pants. He keeps his hands on your legs, but otherwise doesn't move. He lets you do the work--lets you take what you want from him. At least until your muscles begin to clench around him.
You bounce faster. You're still convinced you're keeping your head on straight when you jolt and gasp in a sudden fit of pleasure. An orgasm washes over you. You didn't expect it--didn't mean to do it.
A hoarse sound escapes his throat at the sudden tightening. âFuck,â he gasps, his fingers digging into your thighs. âYou feel so good." The way you jerk in pleasure forces a rough exhale from him. His grip on your hips gets tighter as he fights to keep his hands there, wanting to grab you and push you down in the heat of the moment but restraining himself. âI knew youâd be good to me. You give in just as good as you put out.â
You pant wordlessly. You still for a moment, shuddering in the pleasurable aftershocks. But then a clatter in the next room reminds you there's no time to waste. You get to moving your hips again, sluggish but dogged, to give the colonel the release he needs.
"That's it. Just keep going," he says. His voice is thick with desire, his body tensing as he approaches his own peak. "No te pares," he gasps. "Please, don't stop. Just keep going. I'm close." He's not used to begging, but he can admit to himself that he needs this, and he needs you.
You do as he says, slamming your hips down onto his over and over to jar him loose. The pace is brutal and thatâs how he needs it. This is his medicine. He lets out a string of unintelligible Spanish at your pace, his hands squeezing your hips as the fire in his lower abdomen burns hot. He grits his teeth and locks his eyes on yours.
âMadre del Dios, youâre going to kill me,â he mutters. âYouâre going to have me bleeding all over again.â
"Don't you dare," you growl. You keep a sharp eye on his stitches to watch for signs of strain.
Alejandro is too far gone to notice. âOr what, doctora?â he asks. He reaches up and hooks two fingers into the neckline of your shirt. The weight of his arm alone threatens to pop the button wide open. âAre you going to punish me?â
You grit your teeth and let him open up your uniform top to see your body as you bounce. You even help him along with undoing the buttons. To shut him up, you tell yourself.
He falls silent. His eyes fix on your chest, on every square inch of skin. "Oh, you are beautiful." He's rapt at the way your body moves. "Teasing me like that. Teasing a wounded man."
Wounded, your ass.
You keep it up, knowing he's close. But before you can stop him, he pulls you against him again, teeth at your chest, pulling a cry of protest out of you at the sharp pain. His hips buck hard. You struggle a little, but you let him pull you close, letting him nip and bite at your skin. He wants to mark you as his, even if youâre only his to own for the moment.
âTake it,â he growls, his voice rough.
"Alejandro-!"
He lets out a guttural, feral moan as his climax washes over him.Â
He rocks your hips together slowly, riding the waves of his release. He doesnât let go of you, even though itâs over. You shiver, unable to do anything but let him move your hips for you. He just needs this a bit longer.
Finally, he releases you and lets his head fall back against the table. His eyes flutter closed. His teeth leave indents in your skin. Nothing major, but there will be marks all over you that will be there for a while. Proof of what you've done here with him.
âYou wear me out.â
"Good. You need more rest," you mutter, easing off him.
He lets out a huff of almost-laughter. He lets you sit back on the table next to him and swipes a sweat-damp lock of hair out of his face.
âI have to admit⌠youâve got an interesting bedside manner,â he says.
"And you are the worst patient I've had the displeasure of encountering on this base. That's a high fucking bar, too."
âI never liked to stay still for the doctor.â He props himself up on the table on his elbows and looks over at you. âYouâll have worse patients in the States, surely.â
You stand up gingerly, testing your shaky legs before you walk. "You need to watch yourself. No drills. No resistance training. Only physical therapy. You got that? If you tear your stitches again, there will be hell to pay."
âI can handle it,â he insists, a note of irritation creeping into his voice now that youâve turned the topic to his injury again. âI wonât tear any stitches, Iâve done this before. Iâm plenty tough. I can handle a drill or two.â
You round on him and jab your finger into his chest. "No. No drills or else. I'll ban you from training altogether if I have to."
"Youâll ban me?â he asks, raising an eyebrow. âTry it. I'd like to see you try to keep me in bed with your panties on."
"It won't be me. It'll be Rodolpho. He's just as worried about you."
That gets him. He knows damn well that every other Vaquero wants him to heal up. "Fine. No drills. But only because I don't want to spend the next few weeks with those pendejos lecturing me. They're a bigger pain in the ass than you are."
You scoff and turn away. "You were singing a very different song a minute ago."
"And then you start going all doctor on me.â
"Yeah, well. You've clearly demonstrated you're capable of taking orders when it suits you. You're just choosing not to."
The corner of his lips curve in a smug little smirk. âI take orders I'm willing to follow,â he says. âI donât do well with people telling me what to do. You just have a way of making me forget that.â
Of course. He'll let you get away with ordering him around when he feels like it. And when he's not in the mood, it's a hell of a time getting him to listen to you. Typical.
"Do whatever you want, then," you tell him, buttoning up your uniform. "But don't come crying to the next medic when you bust a stitch. If you're so self-reliant, if you know everything, then you fix yourself."
"Oh, I will, doctora." He lets out a little huff as you leave the room, rolling his eyes. Of course youâd get pissed at him, just like that. He doesnât bother to call you back and apologize. Heâs not the sorry type. Not even if this is the last time he sees you go and it's you going off in a huff.
As a matter of principle, he won't give you the satisfaction of crawling back.
But youâll still come around. You always do.
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When you have CPTSD itâs really hard to feel safe pretty much anywhere. Iâm working through that but having a spot I can associate with safety is so so so healing.
Iâve been working through the idea that self care looks different for everyone. Whether that be taking baths or having a cage safe space.
So if you have a weird thing that gives you comfort (being tied up, laying in a bathtub, wearing diapers, acting like a dog, or whatever else your silly little mind finds safety in) just fucking do it. If you arenât hurting yourself or others itâs really not that big a deal. You only live once so live a life you enjoy
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I Healing Hands I Marcus Acacius I
Summary: Acacius returns home with an injuryâand you try to care for him. But his ideas of healing (and baths) are a little ... different. Especially when you finally have some time to yourselves.
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 2.3k Tags: Explicit, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Handjobs, Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Bathing/Washing, Blood & Injury, Secret Relationship, Mention of Period-Typical Violence, Mention of Period-Typical Slavery, Not historically accurate
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notes: i can't believe i wrote smut about romans. anyway, i can't wait to see the trailer, enjoy the porn <3
domus - a type of house dulcissima - sweetest anaticula - little duck (affectionate) subligaculum - a type of underwear (i had three years of latin so i absolutely know what i'm doing)
The domus he lives in sits on the edge of Palatine hill, a small house that feels more welcoming to you than any palace could. The atrium is decorated with a variety of plants, the green colors peaking through the columns that line the sides of the open space. Youâve come to know the details of this place well, from the feel of the stones below your feet to the artistically created, coffered ceilings.
As you let your gaze wander over the sunlit atrium, you find yourself looking at the small statue that sits in the middle of a small fountain, both almost hidden by the plants around them. The water below reflects the merciless sun above and sends small reflections of light dancing across the open space. The form of Apollo stands still, frozen in a heroic movement with one arm raised and his head held high.
The god of music, of truth, and most importantly, of healing. You always think your presence in this house must please him, because since being here, you have felt more healing than you have known before.
You hear Acacius before you see him, his breath coming in a little shorter than youâd like. His footsteps sound through the atrium and you catch glimpses of him as he passes behind the columns on the other side. Even from a distance, the way heâs holding himself tells you heâs hurt, not to mention the dirt on him and his armor. The golden details usually shine in the sunânow they look almost ancient, covered in grime.
You sent a silent prayer to Apollo, your eyes briefly flying back to the statue. When you turn back towards Acacius, he has rounded the corner, making his way over to you, though much slower than he usually would. A small sigh leaves his lips as his eyes land on you and you can see his body deflate visibly.
âAcacius.â
Youâre by his side in an instant, attempting to let him prop himself up on you, to use your body to support his. Instead, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. You wrap your own arms around him, a hand finding his hair and attempting to brush through itâonly to find it matted with blood. He must feel you tense next to him, a sharp breath escaping you as your fingers feel over his scalp, trying to locate the wound.
âNot mine,â he mumbles under his breath. He pauses for a short moment. âI promised I would come back.â
âYou always do and yet I dread the day you will break that promise,â you say, a sad smile playing around your lips. You pull back enough to look at him, taking in the small cuts on his face and the deep lines between his brows that you want to smooth out until he looks as peaceful as he does in his sleep.
He does not protest when you try to take some of his weight on you, silently wishing you could take his worries too, and lead him away from the atrium and towards the small bath that is off to the side. You maneuver him through the small archway that is framed by beige columns on either side and into the middle of the room, the scent of the bath salts filling your nostrils as soon as you take a deep breath.
Acacius lifts his right armâand immediately screws his face up in pain. You send a stern glance his way. âLet me do that.â
You nudge his arm to the side just enough to reach the leather strings that hold his armor together, slowly working your way through them until you can easily slide the dark leather off him, shaking your head weakly when you see how caked with blood and dirt it is. When youâve placed the armor on one of the stone benches that line the wall, you move on to his braces and his shoesâand finally, the undercloth, taking it off just as carefully and leaving him in just his underwear.
And then, you suddenly see the reason heâs holding himself the way he is.
A nasty cut marks his right side, just below the ribs. You swallow hard, reaching out and tracing the dried blood around it with a motion that comes naturally. You feel Acacius shift under your fingers, bringing his own hands towards yours and wrapping them around it. They fit perfectly, his grip strong despite his injury.
Your gaze is drawn back to his face by the movement and he smiles weakly. âIt looks much worse than it is, dulcissima.â
Heâs not wrong. Heâs definitely had worse injuries, including the time he barely made it to the atrium, instead collapsing into your arms just behind the entrance to the domus. But, quite frankly, it doesnât mean you donât worry.
âIt stopped bleeding halfway here,â Acacius adds, correctly interpreting your silence.
âWhy didnât you clean yourself at the baths? They wouldâve tended to your wound.â You search his face as you speak.
âI wanted to be with you.â
You sigh disapprovingly at his response, though you canât deny you like to have him close too, especially when heâs injured. Which, with him, feels like itâs every other day.
He leans down to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, mumbling. âIt really does not hurt all that much anymore.â His arm sneaks back around you, though his hand is now wandering much lower than it did before.
You bite your lip, trying to give him another stern look but you can feel the way you begin to falter as he smoothes circles into the fabric of your tunic. âAcacius, your servantsââ
âThey are busy,â he assures you, dragging his lips over your cheek and towards your earlobe. âBesides, if any of them attempted to talk, Iâd have their heads.â
You listen into the silence that follows, almost determined to catch a pair of feet approaching or a voice in the distance. But the only sounds that reach your ears are those of the small fountain in the atrium and Acaciusâs breath against your skin.
âWe wonât be disturbed,â he hums and you sigh in defeat, reaching down to undo his subligaculum, the soft fabric falling away to reveal the trail of dark hair that leads down towards his cock. Youâre only mildly surprised to find him already half-hard.
âLet me clean you first at least,â you mutter, leading him further into the room and towards the small bath embedded in the tiled floor. You sit him down at the edge of it, letting him dangle his legs into the warm water. You reach for a cloth, wet it slightly and get to work. You start with his arms, watching as the dirt and blood starts to come off, revealing the tanned skin underneath.
You hear Acacius sigh above you and you feel his eyes on you, the soft gaze he looks at you with so different from the one he carries on the battlefield. His hands begin wandering again, dipping below the thin fabric of your tunic and you are just reaching down to wet the cloth again when he manhandles you into him, placing you comfortably on his lap.
You tense for a split moment before he catches your lips in a kissâand then you hear yourself sigh as the protest inside you makes space for a fire thatâs rapidly building in your lower abdomen. You can smell him, his sweat mixed with a hint of blood, you can feel the dirt rubbing off on you but you donât care. You just want him.
His voice is a growl. âMerda, get out of that thing already.â
You obey, crawling off him and slipping the tunic off your body, carelessly letting it fall to the dirty floor. You see Acaciusâs eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve like heâs seeing you for the first time rather than the hundreth.
âYou are as beautiful as the gods, my dulcissima,â he mumbles, pulling you back onto his lap, one hand securely placed on your back to keep you from falling into the water behind you.
Heâs careful not to lean on his bad side as he sneaks his free hand between your bodies, dragging it down ever so slowly until he reaches your mound, his index finger drawing a few circles around your bundle of nerves before moving on, a smile spreading over his lips when he finds wetness waiting for him between your legs.
You feel your breath catch in your throat as he inserts a finger without warning, the size of them always taking you slightly by surprise. His moves are shallow, never quite pulling his finger out completely but always keeping you on that delicious edge. When he adds a second one and starts curling them, he has you whimpering almost immediately.
âMarcus, pleaseââ
âI thought I was Acacius to you. Just to make sure you do notâhow did you put itâslip up,â he mumbles, a smirk on his face. The groan you intend to sound annoyed comes out much more desperate than you would like.
âYou know we have to be carefulââ you try to start, but with his fingers inside you, your brain simply does not work the way it usually does.
âOne of these days, Iâll make you my wife,â he mumbles into your ear, his voice so low you can barely hear it. Without taking his eyes off yours, his thumb finds the spot that, combined with his words, almost drives you over the edge. âAnd youâll live with me and we can make as many babies as you want.â
It catches you off-guard, but not in an unpleasant way. Itâs just a fantasy, one that may very well be unattainable, but you like to let your mind drift there regardless. Judging by the twitch his cock gives against your skin, youâre clearly not the only one who does.
At that thought, you manage to hold off a bit longer and reach for him in return, enjoying the way his breath catches in his throat when your hand wraps around his attention-starved cock. His gaze flies down, to your bodies already so intertwined, touching each other impatiently. And you know he craves it as much as you doâto be even closer, to feel the weight of him nestled inside of you.
âYou are so dirty,â he whispers, withdrawing his hand and making you whine at the loss. He wipes at some of the dirt on your thigh, mixing it with your own juices.
âAnd you seem to rather enjoy that,â you mumble back, squeezing him slightly. An affirmative chuckles leaves his throat before he lifts you up and lowers you into the small bath in front of him, the warm water immediately soothing your body.
He follows a moment later, stepping into the blue mass. A few petals swirl around on the surface, stirred by your movements in the water as he pulls you close again, his body seemingly all around you as he wraps you in his arms. Then he lowers his head, trailing kisses over your collarbone and down your skin until he reaches your chest, grazing his teeth over your hardened nipple.
âMarcusââ you whine, impatiently pressing your body into his, attempting to get any friction, a task made even harder by the water around you. âI want you inside, please.â
âAlways so polite, Anaticula,â he mumbles into your skin but he does satisfy himself with one more nip at your skin before pulling back. âIs that what you want?â
You nod impatiently and feel him lining himself up below you, gently directing you towards the far edge of the bath, where he immediately braces himself against the wall for support with you in his armsâand just a moment later, you can feel him sink into you.
Your bodies mold together, his cock making you feel so deliciously full and complete. You can hear him grunt as he begins to thrust into you gently, his hands on your hips as he guides you onto him again and again, making you moan into his neck as you cling on, half a mind not to touch his injury.
Acacius groans your name, his movements speeding up slightly. âCome on, I want to see your pretty face, dulcissima.â You pull back enough to see him and press your forehead against his. Your thumb comes up to wipe a spot of dirt off his face and brush over his beard, the hairs of it more gray than dark, like they were when you first met, and for a few moments, you both just stare at each other as the water around you ripples with your movements.
âLet go for me.â It's just a whisperâand one you donât think you could ignore if you tried. You feel the wave wash over you, your vision going weak as you fall apartâknowing that Acacius will hold you close until youâre put together again. You barely notice that he follows suit, spilling himself inside of you with whispered promises of all the things youâll have one day.
You stay intertwined in the water like that for a while. Eventually, you begin to gather some in your hand and let it run down Acaciusâs scalp, beginning to wash the dried blood out of the gray-streaked hair.
âYou are going to let me put a proper bandage on your cut once we get out,â you state, earning a loyal nod from him. His eyes are searching yours again, carrying the soft look you know is reserved for you.
âI did come back,â he whispers, voice thick with emotion and you suddenly feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
âI know.â
You kiss him softly and he kisses you back just as softly as you curl into him, inhaling his scent and pulling him close and ever closer, determined to let noone take you from him.
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don't I look gorgeous? aren't I pretty? tell me how beautiful I am <3.
special effects makeup !!
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not real !!
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dont report please i need this validation so terribly !!
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I want to leave deep styr0s that bl33d and fall asleep without cleaning them at all, and while Iâm asleep my gf or bf walks into my room and admires them as I sleep, and cleans/gives aftercare to them for me as Iâm sleeping
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Soap MacTavish is the kind of kinky menace that will ask you to dress up like a nurse to spice things up in the bedroom.
Only to get a little too overzealous, lose his footing mid thrust and end up breaking his ankle between the mattress and the bedframe.
Cue you throwing on whatever clothes are within arms reach and speeding like a madman to the ER while he boasts in the backseat that it was all worth it. Still in a daze from the adrenaline rush with his swollen ankle propped up on a pillar of pillows with the seat belt strung across it.
Of course, he's going to flirt with the ER nurse. He'll blame it on his natural charm and effects of the Dilaudid (he thinks the nurse is you, and even with a fresh fracture this man's still revving to bone you).
And you're somewhere between sympathetic and aggravated because he hurt himself but neither of you actually got a chance to get off. (He also split the bedframe from his relentless pounding). And now he's too high to care.
"Better luck next time," the nurse said, cute little thing she was before disappearing down the hall.
You nodded in agreement while he snored in narcotic bliss. Gonna have to make up for this escapade. Sans the nurse outfit and outrageous medical bill, of course.
I swear to God, this man would have used two wooden spoons and duct tape as a splint if it meant he could keep fucking you in that sexy little outfit
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Guys I think I might need to craft somethingâŚ
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First GIF I've ever made. It's of myself. If you liked it, plz tap buttons so I know you want me to make more gifs like this
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a reminded from our therapist to us to you-!! - Pip
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I am once again thinking about having a big strong butch lay back in my lap to nurse after a long day
Telling them that I want to make Daddy feel better and pulling their hands to my chest, helping them pull my shirt away. They'd hum and humor me because not even whatever cool-headed calm exterior they put on will stop them from having their princess's heavy tits in their mouth, and I'd eagerly pull them closer. Once their mouth was full, I'd start start talking them through it. Telling them how good it feels in my soft, warm voice, telling them how much I love them. What a good daddy they are, what a good butch they are, how they take care of me like a good husband should. My body's here to take care of all their needs.
I'd go from holding their hand to rubbing their forearm to massaging over their hips, and their eyes would get heavy as they relaxed more and more into me. Sure I'd sigh and whimper and love how it felt, but my voice would begin taking on that other tone; the one that reaches into their mind and soothes all their thoughts down until they can only wait for what I tell them. Before they even realized it, they're preening at being called a good boy and I'm undoing their belt, slipping my hands under their pants and palming at their bulge. I coo about how hard they are, how sweet they are to me, asking them little things like "do I taste good, sweetheart? does that feel good?" just to make them nod and listen and obey more than anything else. When I stroke their cock through their nice black boxers, I want them to moan into my breast and whine out "more" and "please" until they can't take it anymore n remind me whose in charge
#anyways i got off thinking about this earlier#i just want to be taking care of daddy and Pretending like I'm being subservient as they actually drown in subspace#she speaks#i know this isnt fine writing but i wanted to share#it would be so healing to start a scene cooing for daddy. make them moan for mommy. n then switch back to them being in charge n mounting m#once theyre inside. coming back to their senses and me falling apart under them#i wish you all a very lactation kink. drink my milk and tell me how youll help me produce more#greatest hits
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sfx makeup, it looks real bc I'm good at it, block don't report pls and thank you â¤ď¸
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stupid little cat scratches, any tips how to go deeper?
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healing already . . . ? iâll miss u
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TW SH
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