Drunk!joe Going Feral Over You

Drunk!joe going feral over you

Tonight’s a particular favourite of Joe’s antics pulled when he’s in the horny state of mind. He’s got one hand pinning your own together above your head, your back is slammed against the wall. His mouth sucking sweetly on your neck, tongue tasting the perfume on your skin making him hum.

Meanwhile, his other hand is engaged down your jeans, in your panties and he’s rubbing vigorously against your clit, pleasuring the ache you’ve been sporting since he first told you how much he wanted you when you were out. Your heads slightly tipped back against where you’re placed, your lips parted and little moans are seeping from your vocal chords; only egging Joe on further to keep going.

His mouth trails upward to your ear as he nibbles on your lobe, two fingers are now pressed down hard against your bud, making your thighs squirm, you’re doing your best to keep yourself held in a position that won’t make you fall to your knees from the satisfaction you’re receiving from the fingers that treat you so well.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, a deep exhale followed by a shiver down your spine and straight round into the pit of your core when he does the inevitable.

“Yeah baby, you like that don’t you? You like when I play with you this way, giving you what you want.” Joe panted the words that hit your ear drum like a prayer.

You nodded enthusiastically, and his fingers pressurised your cunt more, messily rubbing the combination of his spit and your own slick to fasten his pace. There wasn’t a great deal of room as your clothes hindered his movements a little, but Joe knew what he was doing and he knew how you liked it and that one thing didn’t stop him from almost making you cum then and there.

“Feels so good Joey.” You bite down on your bottom lip when you feel a growl erupt from him. His hand disappears from inside your jeans, but falls over the button, undoing it and pushing them down side by side with your underwear until they fall far enough.

“Spread for me.”

His grip tightens where he’s still holding your hands up. Good thing he did too because when you felt two fingers thrust up inside of you, your legs almost buckled.

“Oh my- oh my god.” You moaned out.

His fingers fucked into you almost as well as his cock did. He stretched them out a little to feel your walls clench around them.

“This pretty little pussy is soaking for these fingers, holy shit.” He quickened the way he slammed into you, a third finger added briefly after.

“Joe I can’t, p-please, I” you groaned his name out over and over again, but the selective hearing took over him and he chose not to react, instead he began a circular motion, pushing them to a side you particularly enjoyed being stimulated. Folding them slightly, it touched a nerve right against your sweet spot and you arched your back from against the wall, almost hitting a riding motion to his movements.

“Cum, let go for me beautiful. Wanna be able to taste it after and smell you on me for days.”

You did. Your lungs, your body and your cunt shook and squirmed and let go just as he instructed. A rush of the erotic kind coursed through every part of you, making you scream.

“Joe! Fuck!”

“Atta girl, that’s it!”

He let you ride out your orgasm for the next few minutes, you held onto the feeling for as long as you could. Joe’s erection was pressed against you and you knew suddenly he wasn’t done with you yet.

“On your knees. Gonna fuck your face next.”

imagine jacaerys who is the sweetest person to be betrothed to, jace who upon meeting you takes your hand softly bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it. jace who will stand up to aegon when he makes an inappropriate comment to you. jace who gives you sweet gifts that range from jewelry to new dresses to sweets early in the morning. jace that makes your heart swell with pride when he stands up for himself and luke at the family dinner. jace always keeps his hand in yours or has his arm around your waist to show others that you’re his <3.

Imagine rhaenyra catching Jace exit his betrothed's quarters late at night and she's ready to whoop him for doing something inappropriate but he swears he was only comforting her because she was having a nightmare. You would hear them talk outside your room so you open the door and swear that nothing inappropriate happened and that jace left the door open when he came in (to prove nothing happened) rhaenyra would see your puffy eyes and would be convinced. She raised a gentleman in Jace✊

I really liked your fic about this and i wanted to give a shoutout to rhaenyra for raising jace right 😂

HAHAHA YEAHH

When it comes to nightmares, or simply you feeling low, Jace is the supreme gentleman that comforts you no matter the moment, or the hour of the day - he'll be right there in an instant to be your saviour. And this night, it was no exception.

After having a nightmare, you requested for him, and Jace was already in your chambers in a literal heartbeat to fully support and comfort you. It was late at night, so he was sneaky and quiet as to not get caught without being able to offer you some warmth. Like always, he manages to succesfully calm you down from the nerves and the intense river of tears by whispering sweet nothings, and cuddling tightly with you - but of course, with the door slightly open, in case someone wanted to question both of you.

Once you finally felt better, Jace swiftly fully opened the door, and began sneaking once again quietly out of your room. Unfortunately, Rhaenyra seemed to be walking through the corridors and passed by your door... right when Jace was leaving out of it. This turned on massive alarms and red flags for her, and immediatly caught his attention. Whoops! Bad timing.

Right there, she would scold him about being careful, about doing something inappropiate without speaking about it with her first, and aaaall those things that would lead to Nyra badly scolding him and Jace nearly receiving a bad whooping from her. But luckily enough for Jace, you heard her scolding mum tone from outside your room, and you popped your head from it — being immediatly spotted by the Targaryen princess.

And right there, you greeted Rhaenyra politely, and reassured her that nothing inappropiate had happened between the two of you, plus that the door had even been left partly open so anyone that passed by could see that Jace was simply in your chambers just to comfort you from a bad nightmare you had.

Seeing your eyes so puffy and even a bit red — from crying —, she knew you were certainly being wholeheartedly honest with her, and was convinced in a heartbeat. It was a true relief for both Jacaerys and you after Rhaenyra was convinced, approved of it by congratulating her son in being a true gentleman — cause she's a good proud mummy — and no one got whooped.

Of course, afterwards, seeing how sweetly Jace always treated you and how he always made sure to comfort/protect you if you need it, Rhaenyra would be so proud for her son, and she would be absolutely delighted to see you both so joyful together. She knows she raised a proper gentleman. 💞

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truly nothing more eddie munson loves than just feeling the weight of you on him.

loves it at night, especially, before bed when you’ll hike your leg up, sling it over his waist. lying on your stomach, one leg kicked out in front of you, the other across him so he can rub your hip.

“helps me fall asleep.” you told him once, lashes fluttering closed.

his hand would rub up and down, over the swell of your hip, down your lower back and over your thigh. sometimes he’d get lazy- caught up in his tv show or starting to nod off himself. you’d wiggle, a sharp pop of your hip up, always followed by a whiny huff that had him grinning lazily.

“sorry, baby.” eddie muttered, pulling your leg closer over his torso, rubbing your hip again.

when you’d finally go to sleep, body slack and heavy over his, he’d feel you settle, start to pull away only for him to pull you closer. arm over his chest, snoring lightly in his ear. sometimes you’d roll, half your body slotted over his, and he’d have to fight the urge not to wrap his arms around you and pull you more into him. he knew you’d wake up, whine and wiggle away, batting his hands away sleepily and muttering you were “too hot” to cuddle. so he’d let his hand rest on you instead, feeling safe and content with the weight of you over him.

size kink but like domestic…. can’t reach the cabinet and joe pushes you aside gently “here, you’re too little, let me do that” or cuddling with him and doing the whole “omg your hand is SO big” routine 🥺

screaming. kicking. crying. i love the domestic side so so so much

warnings: fem!reader, size kink (not sexual), reader is described as "small, tiny, little" but no description of a body type. lots of fluffy goofy soft joey.

little silly side note; in my head, everything i'm writing that's related to size kink is all about the same couple from that fic so it's 'their story' basically like this is when they first started dating. obviously you don't have to read it like that but just thought i'd let you know incase you wanted to read it the same way :)

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he's been watching you for the past two minutes. leaning against the wall of your kitchen with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk fighting its way on his lips.

he wasn't being quiet deliberately, you just didn't happen to hear him come in which is extremely unlike you. usually, you could feel when he's close by sensing his mere presence. it also helps that he's almost twice as big as you so it isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to hear his footsteps approaching.

but right now you were caught up with something else. something bigger. something more out of your reach than the top of your boyfriend's head.

the goddamn skittles that seem to have magically teleported to the top cabinet in your kitchen.

how it even got there makes no sense to you. you never use the top cabinets since they're too high out of your reach.

another minute of stretching your arms out to their maximum stretch distance while standing on your tallest tip toes, your muscles started to hurt and you were starting to think that maybe the skittles aren't really worth it. maybe.

joseph couldn't help himself. he wanted to intervene, he wanted to help and get them for you but you just looked so adorable to him like that. wearing his shirt which sat like a dress on you, a shirt he didn't even realize you stole until he walked in and saw it on you then he knew that shirt was no longer his, reaching down to your mid thigh. putting your best effort into doing something he could do in an instant, without even rising his arm.

he only stopped admiring you in silence once you heard you huffing, clearly getting irritated and he knew it's time to step in.

he walked up to you and this time you could feel him approach but before you could turn to him, you felt his hand on your hip, gently pushing you aside a little bit so he could get a better look at what have became the snack cabinet since of course, he can see into it. "what do you want darling?" he asked, trying his best not to chuckle at the pout on your lips.

"skittles please." you tell him before huffing again as you watch him effortlessly grab and hand it to you then you take it a little aggressively. "i don't even know how it got up there, i never use the top ones"

joe nods before closing it, turning to you with his lips tucked in in guilt. "that might've been my fault."

"what?"

"when we were putting away the groceries, i didn't know where to put away the snacks and that cabinet was empty so i just assumed that's where they go.." he admits, giving you his best puppy eyes, mentally knocking himself over the head with a stick for not knowing better and silently praying you wouldn't get too mad at him.

"why would i put something out of my own reach?" you ask him, more curious about his though process when he did it to be upset at him.

"i don't know maybe so you could invite me in and ask me to get them for you as a way of.. flirting..?" he says it more like a question, squinting his eyes at you for a second until you do the same at him, "yes, flirting. you do it to flirt with me."

"you're such an idiot." you turn your attention to the skittles in your hand, ripping the bag open and putting one in your mouth to hide your smile from him.

"i'm the idiot who got your skittles because you're too tiny to get them yourself, correct." he fires back and you can't even fake being mad at him anymore because he is right so instead you just do a dramatic sigh and walk out of the kitchen.

"if you're behind me, i don't care i'll start the movie without you"

~

two hours passed with you and joe cuddled up on the couch, watching shitty 80's horror movies because they're funnier than most of today's comedy ones.

as the night went on, you begun getting more and more sleepy even though you've napped for three hours earlier today in preparation for your movie night date but something about being in his arms just made you ready to doze off. you're pretty sure there's a scientific reason to why you feel this way whenever you're around him, you've read it before. something about your hormones or maybe his hormones but it had to do something with hormones responding well to each other and releasing some other hormone that stimulate the feeling of safety thus the ability to get vulnerable and what's more vulnerable than feeling asleep next to someone but you could be making all of that up in your hazy brain.

another thing your hazy brain decided to fixate on is his hands. you've noticed them for a while but only now you truly seem them as one of them is resting on your hip while the other is wrapped around your waist, both of them completely covering the space they've occupied.

you shift in his embrace to get both of your hands around his wrist, bringing it closer to your face, inspecting it kind of.

he ditches the television and stares at you as you're gawking at his hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world. he doesn't fail to notice how you had to hold it with both of yours. "anything exciting in there?"

"no it's just.." you pull his hand away from your face and make him open his palm as if he's giving a high five then place your own palm against his, comparing your hands. "oh my god.. your hand is.. enormous." you move your hands to the side so he could see them.

he's noticed it before, long before you did. how could he not? but seeing it now fully pressed against his own really puts in perspective how small you are, seeing how his hand is more than twice as big as yours. hell, it's probably the size of only three of his fingers.

"hmm? i think your hand is just little.." he watches your fingers begin to move into the inside of his palm, exploring it. tracing the lines and going between his fingers, seeing how many you can fit in there and he couldn't help but pull you closer and chuckle, feeling your entire body wrapped around his torso, amplifying his point. "god you're so small"

"no i'm not. it's you! you're just.. big." you tell him and mean it. he is big with his wide shoulders and chest, thick neck and thighs, big arms and enormous hands. bigger than you, so much bigger than you. if it was anyone else, you'd feel scared being around someone like him, fear of being overpowered or overcrowded but that was never you had to worry about with him.

you hated feeling small because most of the time before you only felt it when you were being belittled but not with him. he doesn't make you feel like you're easy to be pushed aside once you're done being used as an arm rest or a second best. he makes you feel small in a way that makes you feel safe enough to start to like it and you're liking it more and more by each second that passes.

he holds your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles before intertwining his fingers with yours. his look so much bigger now that yours are sitting between them like that but they fit with yours. he fits with you.

"yeah? well look at that, we seems like we're a perfect fit."

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just keep breathing | javier peña x f!reader

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

summary: javi finds it harder and harder to keep up with the more physical aspects of his job. reader offers him some love and words of comfort.

word count: 1k

rating: 18+ minors dni

warnings etc: BODY REPRESENTATION <3 (reader is described as having thicker thighs, a belly, and crow’s feet), smoking + smoking related health issues, hurt/comfort, back massages, fluff, angst, bein in ur 30s/40s, established relationship. probably bad spanish (please correct me). NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: just a little drabble while i finish up imh pt 2. this is not based on any canonical instance, just a made up scenario that i imagine taking place somewhere in season 3 of narcos. 

PLEASE NOTE that this is purely self-indulgent and may not to speak to the experiences of every larger-bodied person and/or smoker.

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