Im not saying the guy in this video looks a little like price but I am absolutely saying that and can you imagine doing this to him after a stressful mission :((( just taking care of him n making him feel good ❤️🩹❤️🩹
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I think I just passed out what the fuck
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I can absolutely imagine him like that, nestled against your chest as you lazily jack him off, fingers unable to meet around the thick of his shaft. Soft lips dragging across his temple as he shakily exhales, eyes screwed shut as you pump the day's exhaustion out through his cock.
He'd sound so breathy, deep groans mixing with the slick sounds of your hand as it strokes his reddened length, veins protruding as you twist your grip at the head, careful not to tip him over the edge of release.
His hands would be clenching into tight fists repeatedly, bicep muscles straining where he tries to keep himself restrained, locked in an internal battle of taking over, and letting you have the power; a rarity he doesn't let himself indulge in as much as he obviously should.
"That feel good, handsome?" You'd mumble against his dewy skin, your gaze locked on the way his cock twitches in your grip, drinking in the sight of him pliant and needy in your lap with near insatiable eyes.
He'd barely be able to form a coherent response, just a rough nod of his head, a baritone moan escaping from barely lucid lips as he hurtles ever closer to his climax. He might be force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, but in your arms, he's reduced to nothing more than a writhing wreck, skin flushed red, hips canting up to meet every slick pump of your hand against his straining cock.
He needed this, needed you to take care of him, to stroke every morsel of lingering stress from his body in a way only you can.
"Wanna cum, John?" The question articulated with a squeeze at his base, fingers reaching down to momentarily cup his balls, massaging them in a way that has your name ripped from his throat in a low groan.
"Fuckin' course I do, love, shit—"
His heart rate would skyrocket, able to feel the way it kicks up from where your other hand is pressed to his chest, your arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him pinned to your body.
"You've done so well, baby, coming back to me again, letting me take care you, my big bear." The last words are whispered into his ear, punctuated by your teeth gently biting the lobe, feeling as much as hearing his responding growled curses, echoing against the walls of your living room.
You would know he's close when one of his hands darts up to grip yours at his chest, thick fingers engulfing yours, holding onto you as though he needed grounding, like he was scared of floating off into the abyss. His gaze wouldn't once waver from where you fist his length, too absorbed in how big he looks with your hands wrapped around him; more adjusted to seeing his own larger fingers gripped around his hardened cock, rather than the dainty hold you have on him. It's enough to drive him to nothing short of insanity.
It only takes a few more pumps before he's tipping his head back as far as your grip will allow, eyes scrunched closed as spurts of white cover his chest, dripping down onto your fingers, using his cum as lube to continue fucking him through his release. It'd take all the power within you to stop. Especially as you watch his release settle against the hairs on his chest and abdomen, along with the rapid twitches of his cock, his panted moans prove that he's teetering on the edge of overstimulation. You'd give his cock a few more tugs, for your own satisfaction more than his, before you'd finally let go, dragging your cum soaked fingers up his marked chest and whispering sweet nothings against the side of his head, pressing doting kisses against reddened cheeks.
You'd stay like that for an indistinguishable amount of time, minutes bleeding into each other as you hold him close and wait for his heart to finally even out into the slow, steady, sure pace you've come to associate with your John.
"You're so good to me," He'd mumble, lips brushing yours, before nimbly turning over in your grasp, strong hands securing themselves under your knees and pushing until they meet the resistance of your torso, azure eyes locked on the damp spot against your panties, "Now it's my turn to take care of you."
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thinking about "you have a life" / "i don't know what i have" + "what do you want, dana?" / "i want everything that i should want at this time of my life" + the perceived shame in scully's loss of normalcy... "unlike you, mulder, i would like to have a life" + "do you believe in the afterlife?" / "i'd settle for a life in this one" + "don't you ever want to just stop? get out of the damn car? settle down and live something approaching a normal life?"
her friend ellen saying, "well, first you have to get a life." tara, pregnant with their christmas gift, saying that life before one grew inside her was "somehow...less, just a prelude," while barren dana cries in the kitchen. "i know you and dad were...disappointed...that i chose the path that i'm on."
thinking about how mulder said, "this is a normal life," and how she smiled. (he doesn't know any different). how, in the end, he said, "hey, scully? i know it's not your normal life, but thanks for coming out there with me."
(christmas before quantico, "i guess i'm afraid of making a big mistake. dad thinks i am." and missy's response: "it's not his life, dana.")
her application to adopt emily was rejected: "you're a single woman who's never been married or had a long-term relationship. you're in a high stress, time intensive, and dangerous occupation."
bill's reaction: "sounds like something your partner would say. this isn't about any little girl, dana. this is about you. it's about some...void, some emptiness inside you that you're trying to fill."
and mulder to the judge: "the fact that she can adopt this child, her own flesh and blood, is something i don't feel i have the right to question, and i don't believe anyone has the right to stand in the way of."
(that last christmas with missy before everything: "there is no right or wrong. life is just a path...just don't mistake the path for what is really important in life. the people you're going to meet along the way. you don't know who you're going to meet when you join the FBI. you don't know how your life is going to change, or how you're going to change the life of others.")
and ultimately, it all leads to a leather couch. and after contemplating that sacrifice of normalcy, what she should want, the decisions she could have made, she says, "i once considered spending my whole life with this man...what i would have missed."
she could've been a doctor, like her father wanted. she could've settled down, married waterston, had a normal life, like her friends and brother wanted. but what would she have missed?
"what if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong?" / "and all the...choices would then lead to this very moment. one wrong turn, and...we wouldn't be sitting here together."
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