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bueckersworld · 2 months ago

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can you write reader x paige where it’s the first time reader has used strap? p and r have been dating a while but have never used it. one day paige brings it out and reader tells her she’s never done it before and p takes really good care of her /being really gentle and sweet ?? thank you!

new with you

SYNOPSIS: in an intimate and tender moment, paige surprises you with a strap she’s been thinking about using, offering it as something new to explore together—not out of need, but trust. nervous but curious, you agree. the experience is slow, gentle, and full of care, with paige guiding you patiently and lovingly. afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, you reflect on how safe and seen you feel. it’s not just about sex—it’s about growing together, sharing vulnerability, and choosing each other fully.

WARNINGS: smut — mdni, fluff, use of strap-on (r!receiving), intimacy, pet names (mama, baby), soft!paige, lowercase intended.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k info. masterlist. taglist.

the box is small. unassuming. resting casually in paige’s lap like it belongs there.

you hadn’t noticed her pull it out from under the bed. you were too busy folding her sweatshirt neatly over the back of a chair, too distracted by the faint sound of bon iver playing through her speaker, the kind of music that makes everything feel slower, closer, quieter.

now, the air is heavy.

she doesn’t say anything at first—just looks at you from where she sits on the bed, legs folded under her, hands brushing the cardboard like she’s nervous.

you raise a brow, unsure. “what’s that?”

her lips twitch into a smile, sheepish and a little crooked. “something i’ve been thinking about for a while.”

she opens the box slowly, carefully, like she’s giving you time to say no. inside, you see it—sleek, black, and neatly folded. not intimidating, not even loud, but it still makes your heart skip because of what it means.

a strap.

you blink at her. she watches your reaction like she’s reading every twitch in your face. “you okay?”

“i’ve never…” you pause. “i’ve never done that before.”

there’s a beat of silence. paige tilts her head, her hand brushing over the edge of the box.

“yeah?” she says gently. “that’s okay.”

you chew your bottom lip, fingers fiddling with the hem of your oversized shirt—hers, really. “i mean, we’ve never needed it. you always make me feel good, it’s not like—”

“i know,” she cuts in softly. “this isn’t because something’s missing. i just thought… it could be something new. something we try together. if you want.”

you look at her then, really look—her calm eyes, her steady hands, the soft patience in her voice. she’s not pushing. she’s not asking because she needs it. she’s asking because she wants to share something with you.

and god, the trust in that.

your voice is quieter when you speak again. “what if i don’t know what i’m doing?”

paige’s smile is so tender you could cry. she reaches for you, tugging you gently down onto the bed beside her. “then i’ll take care of you.”

“you always say that.”

“because i mean it every time.”

you laugh softly, nerves knotting in your stomach, but not in a bad way. you let yourself melt into her side, feeling the warmth of her palm against your thigh.

“i want to try,” you murmur.

paige presses a kiss to your temple. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

and when she looks at you again, it’s like she’s seeing something sacred. not just want—but care, and love, and something deeper than both.

she kisses you once, then twice, her hands steady as they cup your jaw. “we’ll go slow,” she promises. “you’ll tell me everything you feel, okay?”

you nod, the nerves still fluttering, but your heart steady under her voice.

“okay.”

⸻

it started slow. gentle. measured in the way paige always is when it matters most.

she kissed you with intention—tender, warm, like she meant it. and she did. she always does.

she eased you onto your back, settling above you as her lips deepened the kiss. nothing rushed. nothing rough. just the soft, steady rhythm of care in every touch.

her fingers slipped beneath the hem of your t-shirt, the contrast of her cool skin meeting your warmth making you shiver just slightly. she kissed your cheek, then the curve of your jaw, her hands gliding over your stomach as she gently lifted your shirt up and over your head, tossing it behind her.

“you’re so pretty,” she murmured, almost like a secret, her smile blooming sweetly as her eyes roamed over you.

and you smiled back, your heart swelling with all the quiet love you felt for the girl above you.

she kissed your neck, soft and slow, before her hands moved lower, tugging down the waistband of your shorts and underwear in one motion. she paused.

“are you sure?” she whispered, her gaze locked on yours.

you nodded, fingers brushing her cheek. “yeah. i’m ready.”

paige nodded once, almost like a promise, before turning to the sleek black box resting on the nightstand. she slipped the harness around her hips, adjusting the straps until it fit just right. there was nothing hurried about her movements—just quiet focus, steady hands.

she knelt between your thighs and gently guided your legs upward, her palms caressing your skin as she massaged along your calves and thighs. her lips pressed a soft kiss to your knee, her right hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together.

then slowly—so slowly—she eased the strap inside you. you gasped at the stretch, your body tensing on instinct. paige stilled.

“shh, it’s okay, baby,” she cooed, brushing her thumb over your knuckles. “i’ll wait. just breathe for me.”

you did. and when you nodded, giving her the okay, she began to move—pulling back gently, then sliding in again with the same soft, deliberate care.

your quiet moan met her ears, and she smiled, her voice a warm whisper. “there you go, mama.”

her pace stayed steady—deep, but tender. every movement was filled with purpose. she watched your face, studying every shift in your expression: the way your brows knit, the way your mouth parted, how your eyes shimmered as you looked up at her, trusting her completely.

you were beautiful. so painfully beautiful.

she held your hand the whole time, her thumb sweeping gently over your skin, grounding you. her thrusts weren’t fast, but they carried depth—reverent and steady, like she was learning you, honoring every inch of what you were willing to give.

“paige…” you whimpered, squeezing her hand.

“yeah, baby?” she murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek, her breath brushing your skin.

“fuck—it feels so good…”

her smile was soft, sweet. “good. didn’t wanna hurt you, mama.”

she moved just a little deeper, a little more sure, the bed creaking faintly beneath you both. the moment wrapped around you, heavy with intimacy.

“paige—i think i’m gonna come,” you breathed, your voice shaking with every exhale.

her pace picked up just slightly, her hand slipping between your legs to draw slow, delicate circles over your clit. her lips kissed whatever part of you they could reach—your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

“come for me, baby…” she whispered.

and you did. your back arched, your jaw went slack, and her name spilled from your lips in a breathless, trembling moan. the warmth washed over you slowly, like honey spreading under your skin.

she held you through it, whispering praises in your ear.

“yeah… that’s it,” she soothed, her hand rubbing over your thigh. “did so good for me, baby…”

she slowed down gradually, finally stilling. her eyes searched your face, and her smile softened at the faint grin playing on your lips.

“was that okay?” she asked quietly. “i wasn’t too much, right?”

“no,” you said instantly, squeezing her hand. “that was… really good, paige.”

she leaned down, kissing you again. not to start something new—but just to stay close. just because she could.

⸻

you don’t know how long you’ve been there—skin to skin, limbs tangled, the sheets barely covering either of you. the world feels distant. muted. like it’s just the two of you suspended in something soft and warm and completely quiet.

your body still aches, but it’s the good kind. not soreness, exactly—just the echo of something slow and deep that still hasn’t left you.

you shift a little, cheek pressed to her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. one of her hands rests low on your back, her thumb moving in small, absent-minded circles.

“you okay?” she asks, her voice rough with sleep.

you nod, lips brushing her collarbone. “yeah.”

she hums, and for a while, that’s all there is. the sound of her breathing. the faint rustle of sheets when you breathe too deep. nothing needs to be said, but you speak anyway.

“i didn’t think i’d be ready,” you whisper. “not for that.”

“i know,” she murmurs. “you didn’t have to be.”

you close your eyes, let yourself be held. “i think i wanted to be. for you.”

paige’s arm tightens around you a little. not possessive. just close. grounding. “you don’t owe me anything, you know.”

“i know.” a pause. “but i still wanted to.”

she exhales slowly, nose brushing your hairline. “thank you for trusting me.”

you smile, a little crooked. “thank you for being so patient.”

her hand slips down to your hip, fingers splayed wide like she’s holding something fragile. like she knows how much you gave her, and she’s not about to drop it.

“you made me feel safe,” you say, quieter this time. like it’s the real thing you’ve been meaning to say.

she doesn’t respond right away. just kisses the top of your head and lets the silence hold it.

it’s not some dramatic moment. no sweeping declarations or promises whispered in the dark. it’s just two people, lying close, learning each other in the quiet aftermath of something new.

and maybe that’s enough. maybe that’s everything.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ man i need me someone like this. 💔💔

𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟

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boytumms · 10 months ago

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guy with a size kink gets knocked up by a size shifter. all through his pregnancy, his baby has growth and shrinking spurts the way other babies would kick. it's disorienting and painful. one minute he'll be fine, then his baby will knock him on his ass by deciding to grow as big as a foal, then his bump disappears when the baby shrinks to the size of a peanut. he has no predictability for any of this, and it's made his pregnancy a confusing nightmare. he didn't know this would happen, the dad didn't warn him, and he had to furiously look up sizeshifter pregnancy after an embarrassing growth spurt in the grocery store his first trimester, when baby decided to make him look ready to pop and tore apart his favorite shirt. clothes have been out of the question for months now. his belly skin is so red and stretched out and agitated with the constant inflation and deflation, the baby just getting more active near the end of the pregnancy. he worries about the birth. what if his baby has a growth spurt that makes it impossible to push out? or godforbid, one while he's actively crowning?

Having the baby shift sizes while he's giving birth would be so good, it keeps growing and shrinking rapidly while he's trying to push it out, making his labor so much longer and more painful than normal.

It's constantly changing shape, stretching him wider than his body was ever meant to stretch and getting stuck when it shifts into something huge. He screams and cries, thrashing in pain as he bucks his hips wildly in an attempt to dislodge the massive head, trembling under his towering belly and begging his baby to shrink before it breaks him. When it finally does shrink, he pushes frantically, not even waiting for contractions because he desperately needs to make as much progress as he can while the baby is small enough to be pushed out.

His labor drags on for hours, constantly bouncing back between non stop pushing when it's small and feeling like its about to split him in half and getting stuck when it's too big. He never knows how long each phase will be, he could have only minutes to push and hours of torture stretching around a creature with the head the size of a watermelon, or vice versa. His labor could last days if the baby decides to shift too big too much, leaving him exhausted and barely conscious by the time he manages to get it out.

He feels it slip out with one last push and collapses back in relief, thinking he's finally done, but suddenly his tummy jumps up, swelling right back up until he's even bigger than he started. He screams in pain, watching his belly in horror as it squirms and bounces with movement. It turns out that because shape shifting babies are always changing and shifting sizes, it's nearly impossible to figure out how many there really are. What he though was one baby constantly shrinking and growing could have actually been twins, triplets, or more.

After hours and hours of giving birth to just one baby, he realizes he has to do it all over again, and without knowing how many babies he's actually carrying, he may have to push out many more after that...

#ask #anonymous #mpreg #hyper preg #hyper pregnany #rapid preg #rapid pregnancy #multiples pregnancy #birth #writings #also imagine if the baby shapeshifts into something with horns or wings or spikes #i love shape shifting tho or like anything that grows rapidly #ESPECIALLY when its crowning omg #stretching around the head and suddenly it doubles or even triples in size #his hips would definitely break

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