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amoebaforce · 7 months
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the Thancred/Emet/Zenos post was good shit may I request pegging for the Ishgardian elf guys / possibly Ysayle-on-WoL...
another chance to contribute to the Pegging Broody Men community?? who am I to refuse?
thanks for the request anon!!
characters featured: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Haurchefant Greystone, Ysayle Dangoulain tags: NSFW (mdni), anal sex, fingering, lube, oral, praise, use of a strap-on, gn!WoL (implied AMAB for Ysayle <3)
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Aymeric
The Lord Commander has never blushed so hard as he does when the WoL asks to peg him. He stammers for a moment, red as an apple, and for a moment the Warrior feels as though they might have made a mistake. Was it too presumptuous? Had they crossed a boundary? But then, to both of their surprises, Aymeric reluctantly agrees to give it a try.
The WoL takes great pains to set the mood appropriately. Candles, soft music, a glass or two of wine — all the little romantic gestures they know Aymeric appreciates. They spend hours on foreplay, too, all to ensure he’s mentally and physically ready for them. The WoL doesn’t mind at all. Kissing him, running their hands down his body, feeling him unravel in their hands… they could do this for days and never tire.
By the time the WoL kneels between Aymeric’s thighs, the elezen has already climaxed twice. Between the mind-numbing oral they gave him earlier and the fingers that are still buried inside him, Aymeric’s babbling is nearing incoherency. “Please,” he whimpers, over and over, squirming to press himself closer. 
“Please what?” the WoL teases gently. Aymeric whines, a noise so full of need that it only makes him blush harder. “Please take me,” he begs, eyes watery. The Warrior coos and wipes a tear from his cheek, telling him what a good boy he is as they remove their fingers and sink their lubed toy into his ass instead. 
Aymeric’s eyes roll back, his moans pitching higher and higher the deeper they thrust. The feeling is… insurmountable. All thoughts of a slow introduction abandon him, replaced by a vast and urgent need. Chest heaving, he arches into their strokes, hands balled in the sheets, chasing the release building, burning in his gut. 
When he finds it, it’s like nothing he’s felt before. Aymeric lets out a long cry, body tensing around the WoL’s toy as the pleasure crashes in waves against the shores of his mind. They fuck him through it, firm and slow, their hips grinding together while he bucks against the sensation. Aymeric is so cute, the WoL thinks, with his hair all tousled and his ears flushed pink. The most beautiful, most blasphemous angel. 
They lean down, feathering little kisses on his skin as he resurfaces from the current of his climax. “Still there, sweet boy?” the WoL hums. They give him one more shallow thrust, driving another whine from Aymeric’s throat. He nods weakly. “Please don’t stop,” he says, and for the second time, both of them are surprised.
Estinien
When the suggestion is made, the Warrior isn’t expecting much. Hells, knowing Estinien, he might very well flee the scene and pretend it never happened. They didn’t anticipate that he’d cock that pretty head of his to the side as he eyed them up and down, analyzing the intent in their eyes. And they certainly didn’t think he’d accept.
But that was hours ago, and now the usually stone-faced dragoon was nude and panting on a pile of cushions, watching the WoL fuck their strap-on into him. His gasps are quiet but constant; his loose hair pools like liquid moonlight as he throws back his head. With one hand on the back of each knee, the WoL has him pinned right where they want him — but Estinien has never felt so unbound. So unburdened. 
The Warrior’s fingers dig into his thighs as they tilt his hips back, spreading his legs somehow wider as they continue their tireless pace. Estinien’s breath hitches, and he swallows a groan. His legs are shaking when the WoL presses a kiss to the inside of his knee.
“Let me hear you,” they urge. The Warrior buries their toy to the hilt, and Estinien is powerless to stop himself from moaning. The way his body opens to welcome them, conforms to their whims… it melts his inhibitions even further, strips his mind even barer, and his eyes glide closed. The dragoon sucks in a shaky breath.
“Fuck,” he growls, as if the word is red-hot on his lips. The WoL giggles, rolling their hips faster, matching the rhythmic clench and release of his hole. Estinien bucks into nothing. “Oh, gods…” he keens, body begging for friction. The WoL takes pity upon him, releasing one leg to wrap their hand around his throbbing cock, and his words dissolve into stammers.
A few more strokes send him toppling off his edge. Estinien lets out an obscene moan, spine arching as he spills over the Warrior’s fingers and onto his stomach. Before he even catches his breath, he’s reaching for them. Long, thin fingers find the curve of the WoL’s cheek and tug them down into a languid kiss.
“You make the prettiest noises,” the WoL murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Estinien can only moan into their mouth. He’s too far gone to argue, even if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. He just wants them: their hands, their mouth, their toy. Next to him, on him, inside him. Wants their body to mesh with his, souls intertwining. Right now, that’s all that means anything.
Haurchefant 
Haurchefant raises an eyebrow at the WoL’s request, but the smirk that graces his lips is anything but hesitant. “Could it be?” he teases, inching closer. “Am I finally being added to the mighty Warrior’s list of conquests?”
As if he wasn’t there already. The WoL may as well have cast a spell on Haurchefant, the way his heart skips beats when they enter a room. When he takes the Warrior back to his room, though, those missed beats find him all at once. He’s kissed them, bedded them before, but somehow this feels different. 
The Warrior can feel his pulse as they kiss the skin beneath his ear. Its drumbeat pace floods their veins with anticipation. Mouths wander, bodies converge, and soon Haurchefant’s chest is pressed into his duvet, hips grinding back onto the WoL’s strap as they kneel behind him.
He groans when the slippery length slides across his hole, not quite catching where he needs it to. Tantalizing him. “You toy with me,” Haurchefant pouts. “Will you grant me no satisfaction?” The Warrior just giggles and drags the tip backward again, but as Harchefant is preparing his next round of complaints, they shift their hips downward. 
The toy catches, pushes. Enters. His breath falters in his chest. “Gods above,” he chokes out, hips flexing as they sink their inches within him. Haurchefant’s teeth grit, but it’s pleasure, not pain, that colors his expression. He lets his forehead drop to the mattress. From this angle, he watches slack-mouthed as the WoL bottoms out, pelvis flush to his.
He can’t stem the flow of moans and filthy words that pours from his mouth. He needs it faster, and harder, and deeper. Needs to be full of them, surrounded by them, entirely possessed by them in every possible way. The room rings with his pleas, underscored by the lewd, constant slap of skin on skin.
The WoL can tell he’s close when his thighs begin to twitch. “Gonna come for me?” they ask, nearly out of breath from the exertion. Haurchefant mewls shamelessly. “Yes,” he cries. “Oh, baby– Yes, yes, right there!” 
His climax strikes like lightning, hard and fast, splattering the duvet beneath him. His chest heaves, and his fingers knot in the sheets. The WoL has never seen him so undone; it’s half-glory, half-ruin. All bliss. Haurchefant cracks his eyes, finding the remnants of his pleasure still dripping between his thighs, and finally, his words fail him.
Ysayle 
Despite her evocative moniker, Ysayle is really quite warm once the WoL gets to know her. She’s a generous leader and friend… and an even more generous lover. Thus, when she wants to try something new, the Warrior hardly hesitates at all before agreeing. 
Ysayle lays them down, gentle as the night, lips breezing down their torso as she pops open the buttons on their shirt. The chasm of her mouth burns hot as it clasps around their sex. The Warrior swears under their breath, sweeping her long, pale tresses back from her face. No matter what she plans to do to them, they want to see it.
Her tongue laps and dances around their lower head, sending jolts down their legs. Her fingers explore, circling the WoL’s entrance. It’s almost too much at first — the feeling is entirely foreign, yet enticingly delicious. Her fingers disappear for a moment, then return slick and damp.
Wordlessly, Ysayle pushes her way in. The Warrior shudders at the intrusion. A momentary oddness, a strange kind of stretch, and then it’s all pleasure. She pumps her hand steadily, curling the digit when it reaches its deepest point. Their hands tighten in her hair, moans echoing through her cavernous bedchamber as she works them. When she adds a second finger, they spill into her mouth with a wild fervor.
But Ysayle isn’t done, and the Warrior knows it. She sits up, reaches into a nearby box. The toy she produces makes them whimper. Not the size — thankfully — but the shape. There’s a little upward curve, and the slightly bulbous tip looks as though its meant to press something deep within them. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Ysayle says, eyes crinkling into a smile. “I’ll go slow.” She ties it around her hips and rubs on a layer of lube, touching the glass phallus as if it were really hers. At the image, need blazes through the WoL like a wildfire, all-consuming. Ysayle aligns the tip to their hole, and with one easy push, it slides inside. 
The noise that exits the WoL can only be described as unholy. Their mouth lolls open, body flexing and stretching in ways they’d never considered. As their back arches off the bed, Ysayle gives a soft moan, one full of pride and admiration. “Such an angel for me,” she murmurs, snapping forward to fill them to the brim. The praise is like wine to the Warrior’s senses. Heady and pleasantly sweet.
She rolls her hips, pushing deeper and deeper with each deliberately careful thrust. That rounded tip finds its mark at last, and the WoL’s hands fumble for a lifeline. Their fingers twist through Ysayle’s, tightening into a vice. The Warrior’s airless whimpers tell her all she needs to know. 
 “That’s it,” Ysayle urges. “Let go.” Another long thrust drags the toy along their pulsing walls, and suddenly the WoL is tumbling. Their second climax peaks with a scream, stars dancing behind their eyelids as they surrender to the sensation. They don’t know how long it lasts, but when it’s over, their legs are gelatin, and Ysayle is wiping the sweat from their brow. 
Sleep creeps up on them, pounces like a panther. The last thing the WoL sees before it takes them is the glitter of mirth in the Lady’s eyes. She smiles down at them. Their heart flutters. What they’d give to see such a look every day…
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shybunny · 2 years
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more msub fdom stuff but not pegging? pegging is great and all but i can hardly ever find other stuff with this dynamic
had a half-written draft with your name on it 👌
🔞 this post contains erotic writing intended for adults. do not interact with this post if you are a minor/under eighteen
😚 soft dom, femdom, msub, heavy petting, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, blowjob, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
You’re in bed, making out and groping each other. Your hand slides down to the crotch of his pants, where you can feel the outline of his swollen cock, all hard and excited. You stroke him through the fabric and he moans into your mouth. It feels too good, he grips your wrists like he doesn’t know whether he should stop you or not. His moans grow more urgent with each stroke, and before you know it he’s cumming in his pants, twitching and spurting right under your hand, and pulling away from you like he’s trying to hide it. You don’t let him. “Poor baby,” you purr, still cupping his twitching cock through the fabric. “Such a needy little cock, cumming just from that. Did that feel good?” Your soft words make him groan brokenly. He can’t look you in the eye, but he shyly presses himself harder into your hand. “What baby, did you cum too soon? That wasn’t enough for you, huh? Poor thing, let me give you some more, okay?”
He lifts his hips and you pull down his pants, revealing his cum-covered cock. “What a mess you’ve made,” you say, teasing. “Let me clean this up for you.” He visibly swallows as you go down on him, carefully taking his soft sticky cock into your mouth. You’re trying to be gentle but he still jerks and gasps from the overstimulation. He tries to press his thighs closed, he can’t help it, but you force them open with your hands. He grips your shoulders but doesn’t try to push you away, he wants to be good, he tries to sit still and accept your treatment, your tongue swirling gently around his sensitive shaft, already half-hard again. He moans for you as you cup his balls, gently hefting them in your hand. You slide your mouth off of his cock with a wet plop and grin up at him. “Your balls still feel so heavy,” you say. “You really need to cum again, don’t you baby?” He nods eagerly, looking down at you with a desperate expression. You take his twitching cock back into your mouth and eagerly suck, bobbing your head and letting your slick lips glide along the length of his shaft. It doesn’t take much of this until he’s already biting back his embarrassed moans and rolling his hips to push his cock deeper into your mouth. You grab his hips to pull him closer. His fingers dig into your shoulders and you can tell he’s about to lose it again.
“I’m,” he gasps, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Mmph,” you say around his cock, and with a hoarse cry he unloads into your mouth. You swallow it all.
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gndrfld-fem-fatale · 1 year
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After coming inside me twice, they realize they as a sub service top cannot stand for my coming less than they did
They're almost past words at this point, panting, cock softening on my thigh, basking in the praise of having fucked me well
My little tcock, ever the betrayer, pulses twice. Hard.
They feel it pressed against their soft, hairy belly.
They stir and start moving their long fingers up and down my bare arms to tease me lightly, shifting their big belly to press it more firmly to my traitorous little cockhead
They know me too well. "Which part were you thinking about, my love" Their voice is syrupy, slow and sweet. They're in that special place where their insecurities fall away and all they care about is satisfying me. I love how much they trust me. I love them.
My cock pulses again. This time the base swells a bit, too.
"The part where you tongue-fucked my mouth while emptying your balls in my pussy"
They blink, post-sex brain stalling on my crassness. Knowing me well, they put the pieces together, and lift their head.
"What do you need?" Their tone is urgent and focused.
I pulse, stiff tcock rising further into their belly.
My voice cracks as I speak but I manage to get out
"Fingers. Please!"
They yank their hand from lightly stroking my arm, and, after a quick glance at their fingernails, they carefully hold themselves up with one elbow, cross their index and middle finger, dab at my entrance to coat the tips and lines themselves up.
They hesitate momentarily and look up at my face
"Three?" They ask with a knowing grin
"yes, yes please, baby, please hurry"
They snap to attention, not wanting to keep their sweet dom bottom waiting
They add a third and slowly plunge in, expertly turning and opening their fingers as needed to fill my needy pussy completely
I keen loudly and throw my head back like I'm already close. Knowing me, I probably am.
They lean over me, expression joyful and indulgent. They peek down at the situation unfolding in their hand.
Their fingers disappearing in my pussy that's still wet partially due to their own release, and at my tdick giving him a firm salute and something snaps. They look up with a kind of fervor in their expression
"Can I suck your dick? Please."
My eyes snap open, my stomach pulses with an old nervousness that I associate with dysphoria, but their genuine demeanor and raw desire breaks through my rumination
I look up at them, sitting up between my open legs, staring breathlessly at me, sweaty, hair disheveled, eyes soft, and I find I want this. With them.
I nod, clear my throat and clarify "Firm yes, but I'm really sensitive while I'm still growing, so treat it more like a soft, rhythmic French kiss? No tongue flicks or teeth, okay?"
They take in the information and ask a few follow ups about what feels good. There's a pause while they gather their thoughts, then they suddenly pulse their hand still inside me and say "Ready?" with a grin so eager it makes me laugh.
My laugh turns into a choked moan as they purposefully scissor open their fingers while they lay on their belly, head hovering over my dick, which visibly pulses in response.
I think they're going to stop and make a teasing comment about it being glad to see them, but they just dive in, wrapping their swollen lips around the head and sliding firmly down the shaft.
I try to writhe but their other hand is pressed firmly on the front of my pelvis, leaving me entirely at their mercy.
I'm not holding anything back, gasping and moaning as they build a rhythm and find the right pressure for my sweet little cock. I groan lightly and then give an undignified squeak as they start circling their fingers right at my g-spot while suckling at my cock.
I thrash at the stimulation and the knowledge that when I do come, it's going to be messy. I'm about to try to stop moaning long enough to warn them, when their head pops up into my field of vision to
"Let go, my love, isn't that what the towels are for?"
As if they read my mind. They're right, I look down once more and watch their eyes close while they pull my tiny cock into their mouth
I lie back and enjoy the build, making ungodly noises as they grow closer to unraveling me.
I quickly direct their hand inside my pussy to add a bit of friction to the g-spot.
Of their own accord, my increase the suction to my cock and hum a bit.
My head snaps up, then back down, before my entire torso arcs off the bed and my mouth opens in a silent scream.
They stay at it, working hard to keep their fingers inside me as I coat their chin and neck with my release
Trembling, I place my hands on their face and push it off me, gently laying them on my thigh while I shake and whimper with aftershocks.
I make them stay inside me until I catch my breath, kick the towels to the floor and pull them in to be the little spoon
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binaryeclipse · 2 years
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60 miles an hour 🤔
I wish there was more to this one it's pure porn without plot. Exists in the same universe as the Martial Arts Discipline Fic. Basic plot outline is Obi-Wan takes Anakin for a motorcycle ride up to a secluded spot in nature and bends him over the bike to fuck.
I posted a snippet of it a while ago but my organization skills on tumblr are non-existent so I found the original discord messages to my gf and I'll post it here again lol.
Anakin swallowed slightly, his face feeling hot, as Obi-Wan's hand planted itself between his shoulder blades and gently pushed him forward to bend, his other one holding onto his hip to keep Anakin steady. His forearms braced against the seat of the bike, the heat of the engine still wafting around them in a faint caress as Obi-Wan's hands trailed down his body.
The spring air was chilly against Anakin's skin as Obi-Wan crouched behind him and suddenly pulled Anakin's jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips and ass to bite into the meat of his thighs, not bothering to open the fly. Anakin's semi-hard cock jumped at the rough treatment, plumping further as gloved hands parted his cheeks to expose his hole to the cool air. He tried to spread his legs but his jeans impeded the motion and the sound of Obi-Wan chuckling behind him was the only clue he needed to know it was planned. Obi-Wan's breath was hot and moist as it brushed over his skin before biting his ass cheek slowly.
"Hurry up," Anakin begged, shaking his hips when Obi-Wan's teeth let go, trying to entice him. His skin felt feverish with arousal and embarrassment in equal measure--what if someone drove up and caught them? Saw them? The idea was equal parts mortifying and... something Anakin didn't want to unpack as his husband buried his face between his ass cheeks and lapped at his rim and perenium like a starving man, his beard rubbing in a way that would definitely leave delicious red burns later. "Obi-Wan, please!"
"No," Obi-Wan said, his voice a hungry growl. "We both know you like this, that you wanted it."
Anakin bowed his head, his hips jerking as a leather-gloved hand forced its way between his legs to cup his balls, stroking slowly. His cock dripped at the touch, a pulse driving precum to the tip to dribble down as the overwhelming reality of his fantasy sank in. Helpless to do anything else, Anakin whined, nodding his head in shameful agreement. He was shivery and turned on in a way he hadn't been in months.
He could hear Obi-Wan's boots shifting in the dirt behind him, before something cool and slick brushed against his entrance. The texture of wet, slippery leather rubbed at his rim, massaging slow and sure until just the tip slipped in. A cry left Anakin's lips, hot and urgent, Obi-Wan's finger feeling so much bigger wrapped in leather and the texture both new and almost taboo.
"Oh fuck," Anakin breathed as he pushed back, trying to get more.
Obi-Wan chuckled, smoky and soft. "I bought these gloves specifically to ruin them."
"I love it," Anakin breathed, when the finger bottomed out inside him. His head felt cloudy, the pleasure of the fantasy come to life suffusing through him and leaving him trembling. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"I love you, too," Obi-Wan promised, pressing a hard kiss to the bite mark he left as he slowly drew the finger out only to press back in. "Filthy thing."
"Yeah," Anakin agreed. It may be filthy but he felt so full of light and love, Obi-Wan's love for him, that the whole thing made him feel washed clean by it.
Obi-Wan eased another inside, and another, stretching Anakin maybe too quickly but the burn was something Anakin loved anyways, the bite of it enough to hold back the orgasm that always lurked so close to the surface when he was played with. He was a mess of keening whines, his voice the loudest thing in the pine forest around them, like a lone bird singing for its mate.
When Obi-Wan stood, Anakin felt a shiver of delight go down his spine as he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and a foil being ripped. Obi-Wan's weight blanketed over him, pushing him further onto the motorcycle until his cock brushed warm metal and the seat bit into his hips. His flesh hand flailed out to grab hold of the handlebar for stability as Obi-Wan's arm wrapped around his chest. The heat of his latex-covered cock slipped between his ass cheeks.
"Okay?" Obi-Wan asked, kissing his jaw, still showing concern and affection for him. Anakin's heart felt like bursting.
"Yeah," Anakin replied before twisting his head to press a desperate kiss to his husband's mouth, whining into it as Obi-Wan bit at his lips, licking into him. He broke away when Obi-Wan's hips shifted, his hand guiding the head to his loosened hole, the tip teasingly pressing against him like a lewd parody of a chaste kiss.
"Ready?" Obi-Wan shifted back a little, to get a better angle.
Anakin nodded, a wide grin stretching his lips as he met Obi-Wan's gaze.
"Oh, fuck yeah."
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xxlost-cityxx · 3 years
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ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS
Ship/Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki
TW/CW: Rough anal sex, virgin Katsuki Bakugou, slight choking, slight piss kink/bladder control, brief spanking, rimming, bottom Katsuki, dom Kirishima, begging, crying, anal fingering, degredation and praise
I posted this on Ao3 literally last night, so enjoy.
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Stupid fucking Kirishima with his stupid fucking face and stupid fucking body-
Again. Once-a-fucking-gain. Katsuki was hard at work. Kirishima had simply aided Katsuki in a surprisingly powerful villain attack- even though everyone knew Dynamight had it under control. But Eijirou's help...made it easier to take down the villain- NOT that Katsuki needed his help in the first place. 
The villain landed a hit on Katsuki and he flew into a pile of concrete and wooden rubble, and the next thing he saw was Red Riot, unhardened, nearly body slamming the guy into a wall, digging his forearm and elbow into his neck and his knee between his legs. It looked painful for the villain and it looked like Ejirou was definitely holding back from completely crushing the dude's balls...But. The way Kirishima was looking at the guy, a stone cold face, a deadly glare he hasn't seen since the last time Eijirou had heard Monama talk back in U.A. He was mad. And Gods if that sight didn't make him pop a boner-
So now here he was. Virgin Katsuki pretending he was too good to be around all his druken friends who were surely getting laid tonight, meanwhile, all Katuski would do tonight is ride his dildo until the sun came up. 
Bakugou couldn't jack off. It wasn't really a fact, but he's pretty sure that any man would avoid jacking off with even a small risk that you might blow your own dick off, especially if you were gay. Gods bless the prostate. And really, it takes forever to cum riding 6 inches of colored silicone without touching your dick, but the point was, it got the job done and no one knew his secret to having 'thunder thighs' or some shit. He still remembers the first interveiwer who asked about his leg day routine, stating that he had entranced everyone with his thighs or some shit. He never thought he'd be referred to as 'thick' or whatever it was.
He took another shot of vodka, ignoring the pestering jealousy as he watched Kirishima dance with Denki. It was obviously platonic, not only did they repeatedly state in multible interviews that they were 'strictly bromance' and that they liked fucking with their fans's minds, Denki was dating Dead Eyes and Earphones. 
Bakugou wasn't even a little tipsy really, it took a lot to get him drunk. It took a lot to get any of them drunk, but that didn't stop anyone from trying. But Bakugou wasn't going to go home drunk and have drunken masturbation for 5 hours, never was his thing. So he'd stick to being sober for tonight. 
He growled as Kirishima's hand was on Denki's hip, Kaminari's back against Eijirou's chest. The much smaller blonde wiggled his hips against Kirishima's surely soft dick. Sero and Mina were laughing their asses off from their seats, Denki smirking and trying to be as dramatic and intimate as he could, a few phones recording them. 
Katsuki growled to himself, slamming the shot glass on the bar top so hard it slightly cracked. He stood up and grabbed his coat, oblivious to how red eyes quickly switched from watching the smiling and laughing faces of his friends to laser focused on the ash blonde in a split second. 
As Katsuki left the bar, he grumbled to himself until he was outside his place. 
An hour later, he was panting. It felt like his entire body was covered in lube by the time he was bouncing on the silicone properly. He frowned, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the head bump into his prostate with practiced movements, usually a feeling that would have him gasping and shuttering, but he wanted this cock to be Kirishima's. He was sick and tired of riding an inanimate object that didn't praise him, didn't make noise, didn't cum. He wanted to be pinned and fucked so hard he would have to call off work the next day.
He whimpered as his toned thighs easily let him travel up and down the silicone. Silicone. He couldn't even get himself hard, he was soft, even with his ass stuffed and his prostate stimulated, he was soft. There wasn't a twitch, and even his prostate felt dull. 
He groaned to himself, sliding off the dildo and reaching for his phone. He quickly unlocked it and pulled up his gallery with his singular 'clean' finger, quickly going to his hidden folder and clicking on the picture that always got him hard. Kirishima did a photoshoot nearly 6 months ago, he was in a kimono that was completely opened with white pants that banded to his stomach. He stared at Katsuki through the picture, a belt in his big, tanned hand. He already felt his cock harden slightly, a small frown painting his face as that was like a weak attempt at mimicking his usual reaction to the picture. 
He slid back on the dildo propping his phone against his wall and started bouncing. He imagined those toned hands sliding against his back, barely touching him, and it was almost like he could feel it, his body twitching with slight interest. He imagined his voice, telling him to ride the dildo, training his hole for what was surely a monster cock, Eijirou too nice to let Katsuki destroy himself on his cock right off the bat...unless… What if he would just fuck him? And that got his reaction. His dick was fully hard now, but it wasn't aching with need like usual. 
What if Eijirou would slam into him as soon as the dildo was out? Would he let Katsuki adjust, or would he pound him into oblivion with the raw power his body held? 
He let out a moan, but the pleasure didn't last long as his phone started ringing. He nearly flinched, scowling at his phone for ruining what he worked hard for, but his face sofened as it was Kirishima calling him. 
His mouth went dry, his eyes slightly wide. He doesn't know what really compelled him to answer the phone, but as Kirishima's voice rang through the other end, he couldn't help but bite his lip and shift on the dildo. "W-What do you need, Dumbass?" He asked, cursing himself for starting his sentence off weak. "Haha- Hey, Kat! I just wanted to made sure you were okay. You hit that rubble pretty hard today, and you left earlier than usual." His cheery, sober, voice said. Katsuki closed his eyes, slowly rolling his hips up the dildo, the familiar arousal burning in his stomach, finally. 
He stifled a whimper, "M' fine, Shitty Hair…." He pretended to grumble out, desperate to think of something to keep him on the line as long as possible. "That's great! I was a little worried, y'know. Didn't want to lose the manliest man I've even known since highschool!" He said, and Bakugou's heart did a mixture of dropping and fluttering. He felt guilty for trying to get off to his voice, clearly ignorant and innocent, but he couldn't help but acknowledge that he didn't refer to him as his best friend which would usually put him down. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his hips, gasping as he accidentally his his prostate. He dropping the phone, slapping a hand over his face. "Katsuki!? What was that?" Kirishima urgently called. Bakugou's dick was on fire, his body was alight with arousal, if only Kirishima knew. 
He hesitantly picked up the phone. "I'm f-fine~ Shitty Hair!" He replied, cursing himself for not stopping himself from slowly bouncing on the dildo again. 
Silence. 
He slightly wondered if he accidentally hung up, but there was still static. "I'm not stupid, Katsuki." Kirishima suddenly said. Bakugou froze. His voice was lower but soft, almost like he was hesitant to say it in the first place. "W-..What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, not daring to move on the dildo, even though he wanted to take advantage of Kirishima's tone so fucking bad. 
"Are you getting off right now?" Kirishima asked, Bakugou suddenly became aware of how slick and schelchy the lube was. Bakugou's throat closed up, his mouth too dry to produce words. "Fuck…" Kirishima whispered, the sound making Bakugou's eyes widen. "Are you trying to fuck with me…?" He asked, but Bakugou wasn't deaf to the distant sound of Kirishima nearly break checking himself. 
Bakugou whimpered quietly, but a part of him prayed that Kirishima heard him, and as his breath hitched over the phone, he knew he did. 
"Fuck-" Kirishima groaned. Bakugou gasped at the sound, bouncing on the plastic lightly once again, the lewd noises surely reaching the phone. "C-Come over." Bakugou's stern voice said, once again sounding weak in the beginning. "Already on my way." Kirishima nearly whispered back. 
Bakugou's body was on fire, every part of him was twitching. The call ended only a minute ago, and suddenly Bakugou's night was going to change who he was. He was hard, nervous, excited but horny above all else. As soon as he heard his front door open and nearly slam shut, Bakugou gasped, trying to let out his nerves. Heavy, fast footsteps made their way down his halls, and suddenly Bakugou was conscious about how he should present himself. 
He didn't have time, and so he let himself be cocky, leaning forward on his hands, arching his back and rolling his hips on the silicone gracefully, and it probably looked a little too good based on how smooth the action felt. But he didn't have room for his usual pride, Kirishima was stuck in the doorway with his mouth slightly open and wide eyes. Bakugou looked at him in the mirror to his side, and his eyes were staring at him. 
"Holy fuck.." He groaned, his hand slowly moving to his crotch, but he gripped the inside of his thigh. Mid. Thigh. 
Bakugou's eyes widened as he finally had the rough sketch of Eijirou's cock in his mind, and fuck he wanted to go stupid with cock. 
"C'mon…" Bakugou nearly whimpered, rolling his hips a little more dramatically. Kirishima groaned in the doorway, slowly walking into the room, Bakugou's position giving him the perfect view of his pink, glistening and stretched hole swallowing the silicone easily, the dildo's girth seemed pathetic to what Eijirou knew he had. 
Eijirou knelt down behind him, and as Katsuki smiled, expecting him to caress his body, that didn't happen. 
Kirishima quickly wrapped his hand around the smaller man's throat, yanking him back to meet his still clothed chest. Bakugou wheezed at the unexpected and sudden movement, but fuck if his own cock didn't love it already. 
"Riding this pathetic dildo while I was out there concerned about you, hm?" He darkly whispered, his finger tips lightly digging into his neck. Bakugou whimpered, wiggling his hips back, trying to get a feel for the man's clothed cock for himself. Kirishima sighed, almost in disappointment. "Tell me.. What were you thinking about? Riding this pathetic excuse of a dildo." He asked, talking right into Bakugou's ear. Bakugou let out a stuttering breath, squirming in Kirishima's sturdy grip. 
"Tell me." 
Bakugou gasped at his dark tone paired with his hand gripping his entire neck roughly. He wasn't used to feeling so small compared to someone else, but fuck he was loving it. 
"Y-You…" Bakugou gasped out as Kirishima loosened his grip just enough. "What about me..?" He asked, only slightly softer. 
Katsuki's cock was aching, begging for the same attention Eijirou was giving his throat. "H-How hard you would fuck me- How big your cock is…" Bakugou finally admitted, squeezing his eyes shut. 
Kirishima hummed in his ear, his hand moving to the back of Bakugou's neck instead and pulling him up to his feet. Bakugou let out a guttural moan as he was ripped off the dildo still suctioned to the floor. 
Kirishima hummed, noting how the dildo really did look like a pathetic version of himself. 
Kirishima dragged Bakugou to his bed, glaring at the blonde when he tried to move. He pulled off his own shirt and pants quickly before joining him on the bed. Bakugou's eyes quickly widened at the sight, his mouth slightly open and his face slightly filled with fear and shock, but quickly replaced with determination. "Better fucking prep me, asshole." Bakugou spit out, laying on his back. 
He didn't expect Kirishima's rough nature to continue though. Eijirou glared at Bakugou before swiftly gripping his neck and pinning him further into the mattress. "Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to right now? Order me around again, I fucking dare you." Kirishima spit out a look of fake disgust on his face. Bakugou was shocked by the moan that left him, more than happy with his decisions from tonight, at least so far. 
He yelped as Kirishima's hand left his neck and grabbed his hips instead. Kirishima pulled his ass into the air, Bakugou's legs spreading automatically, falling to almost meet his chest. "W-What are you gonna do?" Bakugou asked, eyes wide with arousal. "None of your fucking buisness." Kirishima spit out, digging his thumbs into the stretched pink muscle. Bakugou gasped as Eijirou pulled his rim apart, testing just how stretched he was. 
Bakugou saw his cock when he took off his pants, the way it weighed itself down, how his fingertips would definetly have trouble touching each other, and the fucking length- he wondered if Kirishima would actually show through his stomach…
As Kirishima added a finger to stretch and play with his rim, he decided to take down the roughness, only for a couple seconds though. "Use the traffic light system, okay?" He almost ordered, wanting to keep the same sexual energy but also let Bakugou know there was a safe way out. Bakugou's breath stuttered and he quickly nodded, having read enough fanfiction about being fucked by Kirishima and having done enough research to know something as simple as the traffic light system, and he's so fucking green.
Bakugou didn't expect a tongue to enter him though.
Bakugou nearly shouted, gripping at the sheets before pathetically trying to reach for the other man's head. "N-No!" Bakugou shouted, but it was moan filled and an empty request. Kirishima's eyes shifted to Bakugou, lapping his tongue over the blonde's rim before softly shoving it inside as far as he could. 
Bakugou was squirming around at the foregin feeling, gasping every time he moved his tongue, it felt so warm, soft and perfectly wet. 
Kirishima took his mouth away, licking his lips as he roughly slammed 3 fingers into the unsuspecting hole. He quickly spread them as far as he could, Bakugou's gasp turning into a pained moan. As Kirishima softly stroked his slightly pulsing insides, Bakugou was panting with wide eyes. "Beg." Kirishima ordered darkly, jamming his fingers into Bakugou as far as he could, hitting his prostate hard. 
Bakugou moaned out, caving in on himself because of how Kirishima held his ass up. But he wouldn't beg. 
After a few seconds of soft finger thrusting and no begging, Kirishima picked up the pace, slipping one of his fingers out, knowing Katsuki won't like the lack of fullness anymore. He jams his fingers into his prostate every time, Bakugou's eyes nearly crossing as he tries to arch his back but just keeps caving in on himself. 
"Fucking. Beg." "F-Fuck you.." Bakugou responds, his voice shakey, the defiance fake and fragile. Kirishima's eyes narrow, a frown forming on his lips. "Fine." He replies, shifting one hand to Bakugou's abdomen and pressing, pleased with the slight fullness under a specific layer of muscle. He continued to slam into his g-spot, Bakugou's eyes widening and getting slightly watery. "W-Wait-!" Bakugou moaned out loud, slight panic coating his oh so beautiful face. The tip of his penis kept rubbing against Kirishima's arm, and he knew so much stimulation was working against him. He was either going to beg or piss himself. 
"S-Stop! Too much- T-Too fucking much! I have to go you f-fuckkk-ing lunatic!" He moaned out, grabbing at Kirishima's arms. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, or you're going to piss yourself, get your clean sheets dirty, all unsatisfied and embarrassed. Poor little Katsuki couldn't hold his little blatter while I fucked you with my fingers." Eijirou cooed, tiliting his head a little before bending down and licking along the back of his thigh to the crease of his ass. He travels up to his sack and licks him firmly with the flat of his tongue. 
Katsuki screams.
His clawing becomes frantic, and he's sure he's sobbing, but he's no match for even Kirishima's strength. "N-No! Ei- Stop! I-I'm gonna pee!" Katsuki cries, thrashing around as much as he can. But as Eijirou gently sucks in one of his balls, his resolve snaps. "Please! Please, please, please!" Katsuki finally cries, Eijirou's fingers slowing down and his hand letting up on his blatter. He moves away from Katsuki's cock and smirks down at the red and teary face below him. 
"Please what?" He asks, Bakugou's eyes widening. "P...Please… Please fuck me… I want you to fuck me with your fat cock!" He cries, tears falling from his eyes. 
Eijirou sighs, content with his work. "Good boy~" He coos, swiftly plunging 2 more fingers inside and spreading them. Katsuki gasps, looking up at Kirishima who refuses to look away from his face. 
As Kirishima slowly pulls out, he bends over and grabs the lube from the floor, popping open the cap and pouring it into Katsuki. He flinches and wines at how cold it is, and Eijirou just travels the bottle to his cock, rubbing his hand over it and coating everything with lube. 
As he sloppily closes the bottle, he moves Katsuki onto his stomach, Bakugou groaning as he was finally out of that horrid position. 
Kirishima places the tip at his entrance, kissing Bakugou's nape, and right as Bakugou prepares for a dreadfully slow slide. Kirishima slams into the hilt. Bakugou's eyes shoot wide and his thrusted up further into the bed with the force, his mouth dropping open as a horrid moan filled scream leaves him. 
This is it….he's not a virgin anymore…
He feels nothing but cock, painfully perfect cock that makes it hard to breathe.
Kirishima groans at the tight feeling, his body shaking as he convinces himself not to fuck Katsuki into oblivion. 
Eijirou starts off slow, dragging his cock out halfway before pressing in again, the pace making them both groan. God, Katsuki's back tooks so fucking pretty all arched like that, delicate but strong all in one. He always knew Bakugou would look so pretty with his face burried in sheets, his ass high in the air and filled with his cock. 
He feels himself slipping, his thrusts slipping into violent, angry lust every so often before he catches himself quickly. 
But as Katsuki's sweet moans keep reaching his ears, he finally gives in, grabbing Katsuki's wrists and pulling them back, lifting Katsuki off the bed and using his wrists as leverage, pulling his weak body back onto his cock as he slams his hips into the man's ass. 
"Holy fucking shit~" Bakugou's voice calls out as Kirishima's thrusts get rougher, violent. His voice bounced with the thrusts, his moans cutting each other off as Kirishima no longer cares about hitting the man's prostate, pounding into him purely for selfish pleasure Bakugou didn't know he was capable of. 
"Fucking pathetic cocksleeve- Such a fucking whore for dick, huh? You fucking-love! -taking my fat cock like this!" Kirishima spits out, pulling on Katsuki's wrists harder. Bakugou's eyes are crossing, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 
'Ruining me-'
"Not a single thought going through that head of yours, huh? Just taking my cock so good like this, loving how I ruin every other cock out there for you! Only my cock can make you cum, can make you feel so fucking good!" "Y-Yes~" Bakugou's broken voice cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. 
The bed is slamming into the wall so hard the pictures are rattling, and Bakugou can't register anything but cock, pleasure, Kirishima and cumming. 
"So fucking good, so~ fUCKing go-od~" Bakugou sobs, not caring of the searing pain in his arms and shoulder blades. But as Kirishima angles his hips, he starts slamming into Bakugou's prostate, and as Bakugou tries to arch in Kirishima's hold, he cums. He clamps around his cock so hard Kirishima moans, letting go of Katsuki's arms and letting him fall face first into the bed as his entire body rocks with unbroken thrusts, shaking with the ongoing orgasm that never seems to end. Eijirou hears the sobbing and groans with pleasure, swinging his hand down to Bakugou's ass, growling as he watches the muscle and fat ripple with the perfect impact. 
Kirishima puts his hands in the curve of Katsuki's spine, pressing him down and shifting forward, slightly sitting back on his calves as he jackhammers into Bakugou's swollen, red and oh so fucking soft boy cunt. 
Katsuki is screaming but it's so distant to Eijirou, all he can hear is the squelching of his ass and all he can think of is cumming. 
"FUCK- EIJIROU~" Katsuki screams, sobbing and begging for him to slow down, not to thrust so hard, not to be so brutal. He can't feel his limbs, all he can feel is the overstimulation as his body is pounded so hard he inches forward on his bed, only to be pulled back just as quickly. He feels like a cocksleeve because he is one. 
Kirishima groans, finally slamming into Katsuki with all he has, his cock pulsing inside Bakugou almost like a slow vibrator. As Kirishima completely fills Katsuki's intestines with cum, his own cock spurts out a pathetic amount of it's own cum, his balls drawing up tight and his cock twitching with painful interest. 
Kirishima and Bakugou are panting, and as Eijirou gives another overstimulated thrust for good measure, the both moan out. 
"F-Fuck…." Kirishima groans, Katsuki panting into the sheets with wide, tired eyes. 
He really did ruin Katsuki's chances at fucking anyone else. There's no way he can go back to toys, and there's no way he can fuck anyone else.
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bokebelle · 2 years
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minors dni. cw: male masturbation, gn!reader, afab!reader. not edited we rawdog horny thots here
okay but like imagine being yuuji itadori's first ever partner <3 he loves you and dotes on you so much but he's just so anxious whenever you two do anything intimate beyond making out :( one night things get really heated and he has you on his lap, his lips leaving angry needy bites on your neck while his hands grab onto the soft fat of your hips and thighs god this sweet boy cant get enough of you !!! when he feels your ass dragged across his raging boner in his pants, he's so red at the most unholy groan he lets out.
but sweet baby yuuji is too into his own head. he just wants to make his pretty baby feel good and he's not sure if he can do that yet :( so he hastily gets up, kisses you goodnight, and practically runs back home. he locks himself in his room and his chest is heaving at the memory of your warm cunt over his dick. he wastes no time dragging down his pants and boxers, spitting messily into his own fist before fucking his own hand...yuuji doesn't think he's ever been this hard and sensitive, but just the thought of how much more wet and soft your cunt is compared to his palm has his balls tightening up in pleasure. his need for you is so blinding and urgent, he doesn't even stop fisting himself when he feels hot cum drip down his fist, soiling his sheets. yuuji tries so hard to keep quiet, but he can't stop hissing at the overstimulation, tears in his eyes as he moans out your name, wishing it was you instead of his own hand.
post nut clarity hits him like a bus after and he feels so dirty :( he can't believe he thought about you so lewdly, even going as far as moaning out your name :( he can't believe he got so turned on at the thought of fucking his sweet baby's pussy like a pussy drunk animal. yuuji promises the first time he'll fuck you, he'll be nothing but sweet and caring to make up for his bad and dirty thoughts.
but little does he know his sweet baby is at home too, stuffing their fingers desperately into their needy cunt, wishing it was his fat cock instead <3
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hereforhalstead · 3 years
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Ambo 61
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*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*
• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader 
• Requested:  “I’ve missed being like this with you”
• Warnings: mention of fire/fatality/needles
• Summary: You’re instructed to contact Jay to assist with a fire you’ve been called to and he’s there to support you after dealing with your first faitality.
• Words: 3978
• A/N :  Thanks so much for this request! I’m not over struck with it and it’s quite short but wanted to get it posted - hope you enjoy xx
***
Tonight was your third night shift in a row at the firehouse, starting to take its toll as you slumped around looking for any excuse to take the weight off your feet just for a few moments.
You were grateful Severide had got you the job as paramedic alongside Brett but you were now feeling like you’d been hit by a truck with all of these night shifts.
The firehouse was a close unit, everyone had each other’s back and looked out for one another. This always helped with your down days but everyone hits their breaking points and sometimes the adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping you going.
What made it worse was seeing everyone else seeming to be having the time of their lives, throwing a ball around by the trucks but you slouched in Severide’s chair with your feet kicked up on the table in front of you.
Eyes just about coming to a close as you hear that dreaded alarm which sends everyone running ‘Truck 51. Squad 3. Ambo 61 fire reported on the corner of 8th street” no matter how drained you were it was always able to put that spring in your step and you were in the ambo and out the door in seconds.
You could hear the sirens following closely behind you, scanning your wing mirror to see the parade of flashing lights that tailed down the street and towards the fire.
“You good?” Sylvie asks, snapping you out of your thoughts “night shifts taking their toll, nothing unusual” you joked but she still mirrored the look of concern on her face with her furrowed brows and occasional glare at you as she drove.
“Really I’m fine. Just looking forward to being in my own bed” you gazed out in front of you as you continued on towards the scene “Not long girl, only a few hours to go” she gives you her doting smile as she slams her foot down on the peddle to speed through an intersection
“everything alright with you and Jay?” She asks and you shrug “only see him for a few hours these days and even then it’s mostly when he’s asleep and I’m sat on the sofa wide awake” you admit, letting the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think about it.
“He’s so proud of you though” her cheery voice changes the tone of conversation “I always hear him brag about you in Molly’s, you’ve got yourself a good’un there Y/N” you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and smile creep on your face “i just miss him” you huff and reach for the energy drink that was by your side.
“I thought Jay told you to not drink those anymore” she utters as the truck comes to a stop, making her way to your side after grabbing the medic bag from the back.
“He’s not here right now” you remind her “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him” you add, causing her to cock her eyebrow at you and chuckle “You’re brave”.
You put Sylvies comment to the back of your mind as you head over to the scene in front of you, Casey already with his team positioning the engine by the fire hydrant across the street whist Severide and the squad were storming over to the building that was currently ablaze.
You had barely stepped over the threshold as a girl no older than 5 came sprinting towards you, wrapping herself round your legs as she clung to you with all of her might. Whilst your mind was now on the young girl, a woman who was presumably the mother quickly followed in running out of the building and towards you.
She gripped at your shoulder as Sylvie eased her off of you, stood in shock as you barely had a chance to familiarise and asses the situation before being presented with two victims.
After several rounds of tests, being confident that neither of the victims required rushing to med for urgent treatment you helped them wrap up and had the oxygen masks placed round their necks just in case they felt the need.
Whilst securing the young girls blanket you thought back to you sat in the chair an hour ago, nearly asleep and wishing to not hear that alarm but here you were.
Back with your head on the job and dedicating yourself to the people who needed you, proving to yourself that you were good enough and deserved your spot with the great team you had surrounding you.
You looked up to see the fire dwindling out and Casey rounding up his team, Severide was retracting the ladders back onto the truck as the rest of the squad shuffled out of the fragile building that barely stood in front of you. 
You were awaiting the go ahead from the Chief that you could leave, taking a swig from your energy drink and placing it back into the front of the ambo where you were earlier sat. Making your way round to the back of the truck to sit with the mother and daughter, still understandably shaken but doing well considering how bad things could have been.
“How long have you lived here?” You questioned, making small talk to pass the time and attempt to keep their minds preoccupied “Nearly 4 years, we moved in when I was pregnant and haven’t looked back since” the mother opens up, the young girl under her arm beside her.
You shifted your focus onto the girl, sat staring at the ground with her head hung low to lean on her elbows “How you doing sweetie?” You asked but didn’t get a response. The mother looked down on her daughter, you moved yourself so you could be in front of her and reach her eye level.
“You tell the lady if something hurts or you don’t feel well Claudia?” Still no response, you gently reach your hand to place on her shoulder but she flinches “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” you whisper, leaning towards her for empathy “Will my daddy be okay?” Her voice cracks and you look to the mother who looks just as puzzled as you.
“Daddy’s at work, honey?” She asks with the same panic and confusion laced in her tone “I saw him come through the back door just before the fire started” she confesses “He was with another man who told him he was in trouble” she continues and you scan around to see if they pulled anyone else out of the fire but you had no such luck.
“And you’re sure your daddy was in the house before the fire?” You yet again ask to try and get the facts before you go off and panic to one of the others “I’m positive!” She raises her voice but you try to keep her calm.
“is he going to be okay?” She probes towards her Mother but you excuse yourself to go and talk to Severide who stood on the other side of the truck with Casey.
“You guys pull anyone else out of there?” You question but can tell by the looks on their faces and the happiness in their banter they thought it was a successful save with two victims being relatively unharmed, their faces fall as they realise what you’re asking
“Just the two” Severide answers before Casey nods in agreement “Only the mother and daughter, rest of the place was clear” he adds, sounding confident in his answer. “You mind going inside to do one more double check? She seems certain her dad was inside when the place went up but the mother doesn’t seem to have a clue” you quietly recount to the two lieutenants who waste no time in rounding up a few of their team and heading back inside.
You decide to wait by the rig to avoid more questions from the victims as you really had no answers and didn’t feel right speaking to them before you knew more.
Minutes go by and your eyes are pinned to the door that the men walked through just moments before, nervously biting on your fingernails and feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Silently hoping it was from the energy drink and not the nauseous feeling you had in the pit of your stomach that you knew something wasn’t going right.
Casey appears at the door and nods his head for you to go over, you follow his command and find yourself bounding over “you might wanna call your boy toy” he murmurs, aware of the close proximity of the mother and daughter that sat close by “Jay?” You question to which he nods “We got a body.”
You do as you’re told and call Jay who you can hear immediately gathers up the available Intelligence members and leaves the district. You head back to the ambo, trying to hurry yourself but also attempting to not raise suspicion as you’re being intently watched by both the mother and daughter who sat before you “what’s going on?”
The mother stands and makes her way over to you and the front of the truck “I’m just gonna need you to stay with your daughter ma’am” you try and be as aversive as possible whilst already knowing that wasn’t going to be enough for the distressed lady “Was my husband in there?” She asks, dread and fear laced through her voice as she stands with her arms crossed over her chest trying to hold herself together.
Before you have a chance to speak, you’re interrupted by the sound of sirens coming from down the street, you turn to see several trucks speeding down towards you. Jay and Voight in the first vehicle that screeches to a stop, closely followed by Adam, Hailey and Kevin who are soon to follow suit and begin to push back nosey neighbours.
“What’s going on?” Jay heads over to you with Voight hot on his heels “Hailey” you call out to catch her attention and of course she is quick to leave the bystanders to Kevin and Adam as she joins you with Voight and Jay.
“Can you just stay with the mother? Sylvie is keeping an eye on the daughter but I need you to keep her calm” you plead and she nods and turns to introduce herself to the mother “Why don��t we take a seat?” She suggests as she geustures towards the back of the ambo where Claudia is sat.
Surprisingly she obliges and follows her guide, stopping to do the occasional double take but soon being out of sight and back with her daughter.
“You gonna tell us what’s going on?” Voight wastes not time to question as you take them over to Casey who is still in the doorway waiting for them “she said she saw her dad in the house before the fire but the mother had no idea as she thought he was at work.
They went back into investigate and” you’re cut off by a body bag passing you, the vile smell hitting you as it goes by. You quickly turn your head to try and avoid it but it was inescapable.
Jay places his hand to the top of your back as he furrows his brows in concern “you good?” He probes, concentration now more on you as Voight speaks to Casey “Good” you reassure, smile flashing on your face but he remains stern as you feel his eyes bore into you as you turn your attention back onto Voight and Casey .
“We didn’t spot it at first, he was crouched in this room that we didn’t know existed behind one of the cabinets” Casey ushers the three of you into the building, still feeling the warmth coming from the torn apart walls and the smell of ash clogging your every thought.
“Any ID?” Voight let’s himself into the room Casey had just mentioned, Jay allows you to step in first before following. The room was tiny, shocked it could fit a grown man at all, looking more like a pantry that was never used or something they intended on expanding but never did as it laid empty for all these years.
“What am I gonna tell her?” You mumble, feeling the lump in your throat and the thought of explaining the situation to the already shaken up pair sat outside “we’ll do it” Jay is quick to answer, you’re relieved to see Voight nod in agreement and not rip into Jay for speaking before thinking.
A less than helpful tendency he had when it came to you but in this case he was right as it was up to them to break the news to the family and not on you. You still wanted to be there as they relaid the heartbreaking information to the mother, being a familiar face made all the difference in these situations and whether you liked it or not you had to put that to one side and be there for support.
You watched as Jay respectfully informed the mother, watching the blood drain from her face and the strength leave her body as she began to fall to the ground.
You and Jay both instinctively lunged forward to catch her, pulling her up to now being held in Jay’s arms as she sobbed into his chest “I can’t tell Claudia, they were so close” she uttered through your tears and your heart broke, you were fortunate enough to be on the job long enough to have your fair share of threatening injuries but so far no fatalities.
You were soon learning on the job what it was like to deal with it first hand. You scan over to Hailey and Sylvie who were now both with the young girl, oblivious to her mother’s sobs as she faces away in deep distraction “why don’t we get you both to med and we can go from there?” You suggest, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder to which she nods, still buried in Jay’s chest and clutching at his arms.
You do your best to slowly unwrap her tight grasp from Jay and pull her towards you, her tear stained face was now bright red and body temperature rocketing in stress.
“Go with Y/N and we will be in touch when we have some more news” Jay consoles, still with a quiet and calming voice to try and not add to the intense situation. You had never seen him like this at work, he’d been called to a number of your jobs but only to help with rough crowds or to arrest a suspect who was injured.
He helped you through this process whether he knew it or not, if it wasn’t for him staying so calm who knows how you would’ve handled it..
Sylvie peers her head round the side of the ambo and calls out to the mother “we’ve got a little girl back here who wants her mother” she tilts her heads towards the girl before noticing the state she was in.
You give a subtle shake of your head which she thankfully spots “on second thought, why don’t you ride in the back with me and my partner will take care of your mother” she speaks to young girl in an excited tone to try and deflect away from where you were stood with Jay and the devestated woman.
“Yeah!” Claudia exclaims before climbing into the back of the ambo and settling on the seat “I can do it, I need to be with her” you hear the timid voice from beside you crack with every word. She takes a deep inhale and wipes away the tears that had stained her cheeks.
“If you need anything, give me a call no matter what hour” Jay hands her his card with a comforting smile. He flicks his eyes over you as you guide the woman towards the back of the ambo “keep me updated” he points at you to which you nod before he heads back over to join Voight who was still in the house with the rest of the team.
**
A few hours go by and you’re on your way from med, truly drained and ready to crash in your bed at the station. What started as luckily, a less than intense fire soon took a turn and had you put through your paces when you were least expecting it.
You and Sylvie both sat in silence, finishing the last of your energy drink as you toss the empty can by your feet “you still drinking that? It’s like 10pm” Sylvie chuckles as you keep your eyes staring out of the window at the darkness, her hands clinging to the steering wheel as you sat back in your seat and huffed.
“you remember the first time you see a dead body?” You question, avoiding her comments about the energy drink as you really weren’t in the mood.
“Yep. Turned up to a house call, man said his wife had been quiet and had locked herself in the bedroom, we got in and there she was laid on the floor with a needle sticking out of her arm” she woefully speaks, eyes still firmly on the road
“as much as I try and forget it, it will never leave me” she adds but you remain silent “Did you see him?” She asks to break the silence that had fallen in the ambo, the only noise being the humming of the engine and equipment clanging in the back.
“Not even, just a body bag” you admit “that shook me up enough, who knows what I’m gonna be like with an actual body” you slump further into your chair, crossing your legs in the footwell.
“maybe I’m not cut out for this” you confess and feel her eyes snap to you “are you crazy? You’ve just experienced your first fatality and you still managed to keep calm and I most importantly keep the others calm” slight strain in her voice as she continues to speak
“If you’re not doubting your job after a rough call, you didn’t do it right”.
Her words play in your mind for the rest of the journey, resting your head on the window as you pull into the station. You open the door to jump out when she tugs on your hand to stop you.
“You did good Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you different” you give her a half hearted smile before stepping down out of the vehicle. Slamming the door behind you with a deep exhale “oh, her day has just got a whole lot better” you hear her chime, your head hanging low as you make your way over to the other side to join her.
You turn the corner to see Jay stood besides Severide, signature mischievous grin and arms outstretched towards you “you really think I wouldn’t be here waiting for you?” He questions as you stroll over to him, wanting to bound into his arms but knowing how you’d never hear the end of it from the surrounding team which now all had their eyes on you.
“come on” Sylvie grabs at Kelly’s arm “let’s give them a moment” she ushers him away from the pair of you as you stand engulfed in Jay’s arms.
“You still working?” You question, leaning into Jay’s chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back “Finished hours ago, been waiting here for you” he mumbles into the top of your head as he places a kiss to your temple.
“Thought I could stay here tonight? Can’t sleep alone in that bed for another night, I’ll go insane” you pull back to see his toothy grin beaming down onto you as you feel your heart pull
“you’re gonna stay here? With me?” You question, still latched onto his chest as he gently pushes your hair back from your face “that alright?”.
You nod into him but still want to stay wrapped up in his presence as you feel everything wash away and all of the stress dissolve in your body when he holds you. “Come on, let’s get you to your bed” he gently taps at your lower back, signalling for you to unattach yourself from him.
You resist your urges and escape his grasp but he soon slings his arm round your shoulders to pull you back into him as you walk towards the station bunks.
“I haven’t heard great things about these from you so if I get a bad back we know why” he chuckles into your hair as he places a kiss to the side of your head as you continue to walk.
“That isn’t an energy drink I smell is it?” He pulls you under his arm and closer into him. You clear your throat as he does his best to remain stern “uh, no. Just fumes” you try to slightly pull away to reduce the smell but he had you in his hold and you both knew you weren’t getting out “ah those classic fumes, always forget about those”.
You and Jay laid in silence on your station bed, luckily in the corner to stay away from prying eyes which you know your nosey team would have.
Laying content as you find your natural position with your head on him and his arm wrapped around you, hand splayed on your hip as the other absentmindedly fiddles with your fingers resting on chest.
The silence isn’t uncomfortable and awkward, feeling the need to start small talk in efforts to make some form of conversation. Instead it’s a comfortable silence, filled with happiness and content with being back where you belong.
Jay let’s out a deep exhale as he rubs light circles into your skin but keeps his eyes on the ceiling above “you know you can always talk to me” he whispers, aware of other people in the room behind asleep.
You angle your head to look up at him, catching his attention as he glances down at you “I’ll get over it, just another day at the office” you try and make light of the situation but he wasn’t having it.
“I’m serious” he scowls but not out of anger, more of concern “I don’t want you bottling this up” he runs his thumb over your temple in a comforting motion “I won’t, I promise” you return your head back to his chest as he intertwines your fingers with his.
“I’ve missed being like this with you” he confesses, seemingly out of the blue as you return to your comfortable silence. You place a kiss to the exposed skin through the neckline of his T-shirt and nuzzle further into the crook of his neck “I missed you too”.
He lets out a content hum as he tightens his grip on your side and closing the near enough already nonexsistant gap between the pair of you “my life isn’t the same without you in it” he whispers but by this point you’ve closed your eyes and we’re dozing in and out of sleep, soothed by the soft rhythm within his chest “sleep tight baby”.
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maybe some draco angst with prompts 20, 17 & 15 (angst ones)? thank you 🤎
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The Other Potter
summary - after a heated argument, draco finally confesses, or rather shows you, his hidden feelings
pairing - draco x fem reader, mentions of ron x fem reader
house - gryffindor
time period - 7th year
word count - 2.6k
warnings - very angsty, violence and a whole lot of swearing
a/n - ahhh this is my first official post skdjkssjskksjssk !!!! i hope it’s okay i made the reader harry’s sister? i just randomly came up with the storyline and thought it would fit well with your request ... anyways i hope yall like it <3
prompts
“are you going to cry now?”
“you’re scaring me”
“you’re nothing. you hear me? nothing”
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"Y/N!" You heard the distant calling of your name amongst the chatter of the mass of students in the Great Hall. Cocking your head slightly forward from your seat at the Gryffindor table, you found the source of the noise as they barrelled into the entrance with a frantic look in their eyes.
"Neville, what's wrong?" You question him, as he flops onto Seamus Finnigan, seated adjacent from you. Seamus furrows his eyebrows at his friend's breathless state, then looking at you with the same confused expression on your face.
Neville audibly heaves for a good minute, catching his breath from the seemingly long run he underwent.
"Harry, he—" His sentence is interrupted by a lengthy inhale of oxygen.
You perk up at your brother's name. A plethora of questions surfacing in your mind. "Harry? What happened? What did he do now?" You stand up, placing both hands on the table as you peer over at the short-winded boy now laying flat on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“He ... he—”
"He what?" You persist.
"Courtyard. He's— A-And Malfoy. "
That's all you needed to snatch your bag off the floor and bolt for the courtyard.
You realised you had developed some sort of attraction to the infamous Slytherin Prince around the start of 5th year. Although, you had assumed it was just a phase. In what world could you ever be attracted to the one guy that makes you and your brother's lives a living hell?
So that's what you had concluded it was. Just a phase. One that had seemingly fizzled out once you started dating Ron and now call a silly mishap.
But that wasn't true at all, was it?
A series of scenarios flickered through your head as you begun to wonder just exactly what had happened for poor Neville to nearly faint from shortness of breath to fetch you.
It must've been urgent.
As you reach the Courtyard, a crowd has formed around the oak tree, most likely watching the interaction between the two boys. Your hand finds the wand tucked in the pocket of your robes, gripping it tightly as you push through the cluster of people to get to the front.
He sees you before you see him.
"Ahhh, how nice of you to join us. Now the other Potter's here, we can really have some fun" Malfoy announces. Sniggers erupt from the group of Slytherins behind him as you finally reach the centre of the circle.
Your eyebrows knit together in perplexity. Malfoy is stood in the middle, surrounded by his goons but there's no sight of Harry.
"Where is he?" You snap at Malfoy, hostility lacing your words as you look around the gathered students agitated.
"Y/N, I'm here!" Harry's voice calls from above. At first your skeptic but as you look up, there he was. Floating in mid-air. Along with Hermione and Ron.
"You bloody git. I'll get you back for this Malfoy. I swear—" Ron is cut off by the single wave of Blaise Zabini's wand, effectively silencing him.
"They look rather comfy up there, Potter. Don't you think? Care to join them?" Malfoy pulls his signature smirk, eyeing you up and down.
The hold on your wand tightens as you whip it out and point it at him, stepping forward. "Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Unless you want a repeat of fourth year? Don't think we all forgot about you running stark naked around the corridors after your little ferret incident."
The crowd bursts into laughter at your witty comeback. Even Theodore Nott couldn't contain his laughter and eventually gave in when he saw the humiliated look gracing Malfoy's face.
Malfoy's gaze on you hardens, his upper lip curling in contempt as he too takes a step forward. If looks could kill, this would be it. He flicks his wand upwards, still maintaining eye contact and you hear the thud of 3 bodies on your left, followed by grunts from the hard contact as he relinquished the golden trio from his spell.
"Yeah? No wonder Weasel left you for the Mudblood. I would too considering what a bitch you are." He hisses with no remorse.
Gasps emit from the crowd at his harsh riposte.
As much as you'd hate to admit it, the comment hit a nerve. You remained civil with Hermione and Ron after having found out he cheated on you with her but the pain was still there. A guilty expression flickered over the couple's faces as they shot you an apologetic look.
"Awww, are you going to cry now?"
Your wand lowers slightly from the impact of Malfoy's insult and he takes this as an opportunity to cast a leg-locking curse.
However, he underestimated you. You managed to block the spell with a simple protection charm before quickly shouting "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand jumped into your open hand in a fleet of a moment and he was left defenceless.
"I may be a bitch but at least I'm not a disappointment. It's obvious that your Father would rather have anyone— hell, he'd even have Harry rather than you as a son" you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him.
You felt a surge of satisfaction when an emotion that resembled hurt flashed across his face. But it went as soon as it came.
Something in Draco snapped. It was one thing to ridicule him in front of his peers but to bring up his Father? Now that was a whole different ball game. Before he could even stop himself, a barrage of insults came pouring out.
"Are you even hearing yourself? At least I have a Father. And I have a Mother. You? You have no one. Your parents are fucking dead, Potter. You don't even have any recollection of them—"
"MALFOY—"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter" He snaps at Harry then instantly directs his attention to you again. "And as for your sorry brother, I don't even see you two together anymore. He'd rather be around the two people that betrayed you—"
"Draco, mate, I think that's enoug—" Theo tugs on Malfoy's sleeve to get him to stop but he's persistent on speaking his mind.
"Piss off, Nott. A-Around the two people that betrayed you than— than a pathetic excuse for a witch. No one likes nor cares about you. You're nothing, Potter. You hear me? Nothing."
Malfoy appeared deranged in the way he lashed out at you, chest heaving from his rant and wild eyes that looked as if he could kill you right at that moment.
But you didn't care.
You were past the point of caring. You knew all the things he said to you were true, you sometimes even thought it. But it felt like a whole new revelation when he stated it aloud. In front of everyone. Soon the whole school would be talking about this.
But you didn't care.
It was then, Draco knew. He knew he messed up. He took in the wide eyes and gaping mouths of his peers around him. Harry's enraged expression. His friends' guilty body language; despite the fact they played no part in the insult.
Then his eyes swept over to you. He had knocked the life right out of you. You looked ... numb. With your faintly quivering lip and glassy eyes, he realised he had overstepped. Usually, you'd retaliate and he would too until you were both separated by your friends or the professors.
Though, this was different. This was overdoing it.
"R-Right." You managed to say flatly but the distress was clear in your words. The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill and you felt sick. Sick to the stomach about the fact everyone had heard and were most likely going to realise that about you too if they hadn't already.
You had to leave. Bolt out of there before you became a weeping mess.
You turned on your heel and made a beeline for the closest abandoned corridor you knew by heart. You couldn't go to your dorm because Harry would find you there and you wanted to be alone for the time being.
You ignored your brother's calls to come back aswell as Hermione's and a few other fellow Gryffindors you had befriended over the years.
Tear after tear came rolling down your flushed cheeks. Each one representing a time you had bottled up those feelings and refused to give into the 'let it all go' mechanism.
The past 2-3 years had been a blur of pain and heartbreak. Ron and Hermione's betrayal had hit you worse than you thought, combined with Harry's absence and the pitiful treatment your friends had been giving you.
"Potter, wait!"
You whirled round so fast at the all so familiar voice. Out of all people, you hadn't expected him to be the one to follow you.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Please— Just .... just please leave me alone" Your plead came out in splutters, unable to fully form a sentence with the state your mind was in.
You swivel back round and begin to continue further down the hallway but you don't get far as Malfoy calls after you again.
"Potter, stop."
"WHAT? WHAT IS IT? YOU WANT TO HUMILIATE ME EVEN MORE? IS THAT IT? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT, MALFOY?" You turn, snapping at him.
Through the swelling anger and haze of your tears, you couldn't make out his expression as he stared intently at your face.
"I— I just wanted to—" Malfoy pauses for a second, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he simply sighs, eyes travelling to your hand. "My wand. You have my wand." He points at your clenched fists that have both his and your wand in it's tight grip.
At that, you feel immensely stupid for lashing out at him. Huffing, you shove it in his hands and collapse against the vacant corridor's wall out of frustration.
You bury your head in your hands and replay the scene that had just occurred. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating ... but it was the truth.
"Potter."
You started slightly at the sound of Malfoy's voice. You had expected him to go running back to his goons to ridicule your breakdown yet here he was.
"Wh-What are y-you still doing here?" You managed to reply in between hiccups as you kept your eyes wired shut to cease the ever flowing stream of tears. "Would h-have thought you'd ran off and celebrated this v-victory of yours with the other Slytherins."
"Potter, I—"
"No, you know what, I don't even care anymore." You get to your feet and push yourself off the wall. This would only satisfy Malfoy even further; watching every piece of the facade you managed to maintain, crack and fracture. He didn't deserve to see you like this.
As you swivel round, about to make a run to your dorm, you're pulled back by a harsh grip on your wrist. Cold rings digging into your skin as he spins you back round.
"Well, I do." Malfoy says in almost a whisper.
You shoot him a bemused look at his vague and random words.
He takes in your confused expression and further elaborates. "...Care. I mean." He says, flatly whilst looking around you as if he were avoiding your eyes.
You can't help the scoff that passes through your mouth as you yank your wrist free of his grasp. "You? Care? Yeah, right."
You go to turn again but he stops you once more. "Look, Potter—"
"Malfoy—"
"If you would just—"
"No—"
"Listen to me—"
"Why would—"
In a fleet of a moment, Malfoy shoves you against the wall. His large hand wrapped around the back of your head to mitigate the impact. And the other squeezing your hip to hold you in place.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, STOP INTERRUPTING ME. IS IT SO HARD TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND FUCKING LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY?"
You open your mouth to protest but you're quickly cut off by his hand leaving your head as it drives into the stone wall right next to your face.
"STOP IT. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT LISTEN MEANS, POTTER?"
You jump at the abrupt act of violence combined with the volume and harshness of his words.
"LISTEN."
His fist rams into the wall again.
"TO."
And again.
"ME."
And again.
Your eyes screw shut as you let out a small whimper from the proximity of his punches between the wall and your face. Tears escaping and falling rapidly from the fear he had elicited out of you combined with the occurrence that had put you in this mess in the first place.
Malfoy is pulled out of his momentary ballistic rage at the sound of your small and helpless sounding whimper. He had yet again let his temper get the better of him. Culpability overcame him as he took in your cowering state and he instantly regretted spinning out of control.
"Potter." His voice, eyes and grip had softened drastically, completely contrasting his aura just seconds ago.
"Y-You're scaring me." You murmur.
Malfoy instantaneously takes a step back, releasing you from his hold.
Your eyes fly open and immediately register the immense shame etched on his face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't—" He pauses momentarily, sighing to himself before continuing. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or hurt you. I didn't mean the things I said earlier."
It was an understatement to say you were taken aback by Malfoy apologising. You didn't think he even knew how to.
"You're sorry?" You reply, dubiously.
"Yes. I am."
You squint your eyes at him in suspicion, "No, you're not. Why would you be sorry? You don't even care—"
"Fuck's sake, not again." He cuts you off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose out of irritation.
You don't understand. What's his angle? Surely, he doesn't really care. Right?
"What? You don't. Or else you wouldn't have—" You attempt to explain your point of view but he interrupts you once more.
"FUCKING HELL, POTTER. I AM SORRY, OKAY? IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I'M APOLOGISING FOR HURTING YOUR FEELINGS?"
A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.
"Yes." You breathe. "I-I just don't understand why you would—"
Before you could even process what was happening, Malfoy has you pinned to the wall anew but this time with his lips pressed against yours.
You undergo a mixture of all sorts of emotions in the time span of a second. Shock, confusion, disbelief and most of all a tiny spark of exuberance.
He gives you little time to melt into the kiss before he's pulling away already and holding your face in his hands.
You've never been this close to Malfoy before, so needless to say you wouldn't have believed anyone if they said Malfoy actually had the most entrancing eyes. Like a storm brewing behind grey clouds, you thought.
"Does that answer your question?" He asks, a smirk creeping up his face.
You can't help the little smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you attempt to mirror his smirk. "Partly, yes."
Without a second thought, you smash your lips against his, hands travelling to his hair as you lightly tug on the ends.
He slightly moans at this and mumbles in between kisses, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
You both suddenly pull away from each other as you meet Harry's eyes from the end of the hallway.
Shit.
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Genre: Smut Contains: NSFW (minors dni) exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving) Synopsis: You are in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and miraculously matched with Osamu. Word Count: ~1.9k A/N: Took me so long to post again because I was swamped with school works. I apologize for another porn without plot eyyy. (check out the master list here !!). -- quokka 😆
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You were in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and the first profile that popped up was Miya Osamu, the hot owner of Onigiri Miya, whom you had been secretly lusting on ever since you moved into the area a few months ago. You're not quite sure if it was the onigiri or the cook that made you come back to the restaurant every day, but you had been a regular ever since. With the way Osamu flushed every time you gave him flirty remarks whenever you passed by his restaurant (“this tamago onigiri’s really good, it makes me wanna kiss the cook”), you had good reason to believe your feelings were mutual.
The notification on your phone which flashed “It’s A Match!” confirmed your suspicion.
All the times you had secretly peeked on Osamu’s biceps while he prepared your usual order flashed in your mind and you were suddenly charged with a powerful determination to have the man fall apart with pleasure from you tonight.
A ping! from your phone pulled you out of your lustful thoughts.
Osamu had messaged you.
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But thirty minutes had already passed and there was still no sign of Osamu. The delicious knot in your stomach when you pictured Osamu in your fantasy earlier was now slowly fading away. You were starting to get conscious of the judging looks of a few passersby. They were probably wondering why you were standing alone in the dark, at 11 o'clock in the evening, in a deserted parking lot across Onigiri Miya. You wished you had a better reason for them other than "coz I’m motherfucking horny” but… eh.
You were starting to think he stood you up when you saw someone entered the parking lot. It was quite dark but you could easily make out Osamu's pretty face underneath the hood of his cap.
"What took you so long?" You greeted from the shadows, making him jump.
"Hm?" He replied while reluctantly making his way towards you.
"I've been waiting for you."
"Really?” Osamu replied with a quizzical look. “You're the new girl from the apartment across, right?"
"Yes. I’m your hook-up for tonight."
He smirked. "Ooh. You’re very direct, I love that."
"I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I moved here," you purred while pulling him towards you through his jacket. “So, you said you wanna do it here in this parking lot?”
"Oh, hell yeah I'd love that," he replied with unexpected enthusiasm. He hurriedly popped a mint into his mouth and let you lead him to a more secluded area.
Once free from the unwelcomed eyes of passersby, he immediately captured your mouth into his while pinning your back on the concrete wall. You pulled his cap off and raked your nails through his hair. His tongue traced your lower lip, asking for entry, which you eagerly granted, and the taste of fresh mint overwhelmed you at once. You passed the candy through each other’s mouths until it finally melted between your tongues.
You grabbed his hand and planted it on your chest, letting him palm your hardened nipples through the cloth of your pullover. He slipped a hand underneath your sweater and heard him hum in satisfaction once he confirmed that you were not wearing anything underneath. You miserably failed to swallow your moans as his fingers played on your already sensitive nipple. You worried someone might hear you but the thrill of getting caught only turned you on even more.
He hitched your sweater up, commanding you to bite its lower hem to allow him easier access to your breasts. He nibbled on one of your nipples while his fingers teased the other. Your teeth tightly clenched on the cloth of your sweater, desperately but miserably failing to muffle your whimpers.
He stood straight once again and planted a trail of wet kisses on your neck. “Try to keep your voice down, puppy,” he murmured while plunging a hand inside your shorts. “Mmm. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” He taunted upon feeling your drenched panties.
“Oh god – yes, fuck” you cried out as he slipped a hand inside your underwear, his fingers swiftly finding your throbbing clit.
“Not bothering to shut up now, are we?” He panted against your ears, “you really wanna get caught don’t ya?” His fingers became more vigorous against your mound while his mouth continually explored the crevices of your neck.
You clasped a hand over your mouth, successfully stifling your cries. But Osamu suddenly sucked a hickey on your neck and you once again failed to bit back a moan. Your voice echoed into the deserted parking lot. You were worried someone might have heard you but was snuffed out of your thoughts when Osamu suddenly turned you around and pinned your front against the wall. You felt him thrust his hips against yours, his erection rubbing on your ass. He snuck a hand back to your clit while the other rubbed through your bare nipple. “Oh fuck – mmm” you whined before you could even stop yourself.
He planted another hickey on your neck. You bit the flesh of your own hand, successfully preventing a moan from escaping you.
“Good job, puppy,” he whispered before giving your nipple a pinch. The sudden sensation made you send out another moan into the night. He was certainly enjoying seeing you struggle to shut yourself up while he tortured you with pleasure, eager to see just how far you could go.
His strokes on your clit turned more vigorous, turning you into a whimpering mess, not even bothering now to keep your voice down, “fuck, fuck – ah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop – fuck!” Your knees almost gave out as he finally drove you into a splintering orgasm. You let yourself collapse on the wall in front of you.
You turned around and put your arms around his neck. You let your foreheads lean against each other, your pants misting your lips.
“Now, let’s see how loud you can be,” you purred while stroking his erection through his jeans.
He buried his head on your shoulders, his breath tickling your neck. You fumbled on the button of his pants and massaged his dick through his boxers. He sucked on the thin skin of your neck to muffle his groans. You freed his erection and started stroking him slowly, determined to drive him into an absolute mess. “Shit,” he hissed into your ear, “I wanna fuck your mouth so bad.”
“Mmm, yeah?” You mewled while continuing to stimulate his cock painfully slow.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked by those lips,” he panted while rutting his hips into your hand.
Unable to resist his pleas, you kneeled in front of him and gave his head a tentative suck. “Mmngh. Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned a forearm against the wall in front of him while his other hand rested on the back of your head. You put a hand on his base and started exploring his cock with your tongue, eliciting more grunts from him. You slowly took his length into your mouth until the tip reached the back of your throat, making you gag. “Jesus,” he moaned, not even bothering to muffle his voice. He ran his thumb on your lower lip as you took out his entire member, “make me feel good, yeah?” he purred, to which you once again readily obliged.
You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on the parts of his dick that you could fit into your mouth while your hand stroked the parts that couldn’t. He thrust his hips against your mouth, hissing as he felt your fingers brush against his balls. His tiny groans of mmm fuck, so good, made you want to please him even more. You bobbed your head as you took more and more of him, gradually upping the pace that you’re pumping him. “Fuck – yes, there, just like that.” You gently rubbed your fingers again through his balls and felt him ram his dick into your throat, making you forcefully gag.
“Ugh fuck. Sorry. Are you alright?” He asked, trying to look at the reaction on your face but failing to do so because of how dark it was.
You didn’t bother to reply. You ignored the tears that streamed down your cheeks and wrapped your lips around his cock once more. He threw his head back and gave out a loud groan when you started sucking him deeply, his cock occasionally reaching the back of your throat. “Oh god, please I wanna fill your throat with my cum,” he mumbled as he rolled his hips against you, both of his hands tightly grabbing on your hair. Your jaw was starting to ache and more tears threatened to spill from your eyes but a sliver of light illuminated Osamu’s face, and the look of utter ecstasy on it only made you want to let him fuck your mouth even harder.
“I’m close –fuck!” He let out a deep groan as he jolted multiple times into your mouth. Your hands clutched the sides of his thighs, determined to swallow every bit of his cum.
“Fuck. Felt so good, pup,” he panted.
“Hey,” you panted, looking up at him, “me too.”
“What?” He breathed.
“I’ve always wanted to have you cum down my throat, too.”
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You and Osamu decided to continue your hook-up in your apartment. As much as you both enjoyed going down on him in public, you both agreed that you could fuck each other more properly in the privacy of your own room.
He let you step out of the dark first since the cap he was wearing got lost while you were both making out earlier. “My brother’s gonna kill me if I lost it,” you heard him mumble while fumbling in the dark.
You were halfway across the parking lot when someone suddenly called you from ahead.
“Hey! I’m so sorry, I’m not usually this late but something urgent happened in the restaurant. I kept on calling you but you weren’t answering your phone.”
A barrage of questions flooded your brain as you watched a second Osamu, his brown hair bouncing, as he jogged towards you.
You quickly looked back and saw another Osamu, emerging from the shadows, twirling a cap around his finger. Only, this Osamu had blond wavy hair.
“Atsumu?! What are you doing here?” Exclaimed the brown-haired Osamu at the blond Osamu.
“What are you doing here?” Atsumu shouted back.
“I’m meeting with her,” Osamu replied while planting himself beside you.
Atsumu’s eyes shifted quickly between you and Osamu, a few seconds passed before realization dawned on him. “Oh god!” He cried out, “I swear, ‘Samu! I had no idea! I thought she just really likes me and uses weird pick-up lines to – ”
“What the fuck did you do, ‘Tsumu?!” Osamu replied, rage building up in his voice.
“Oh my god,” you smacked a hand to your head as realization also finally dawned on you, “I sucked off the wrong twin, didn’t I?”
“Oh no, honey, you didn’t,” Atsumu smirked, “you sucked off the better twin.”
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Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Warnings - sub Bucky, oral sex (m receiving, f implied), slight mention of rimming
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He was always in charge, always in control, that’s how he liked it. After so many years of being Hydra’s puppet he needed to feel in charge.
You had been dating for a year now, he trusted you - which was huge. He’d only relied on Sam and Torres before you came along. You were on a mission and saved his life, the big bad Winter Soldier looked at you in awe as you took down the three men that surrounded him. You winked at him and ran off to find Torres to make sure he was ok.
That night was the first night he spoke to you outside of missions and briefings. You sat on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn watching reality tv, the best way to unwind, when he brought you a glass of wine and sat down next to you. You smiled at him, slightly in shock, and thanked him, taking a big drink and passing him your popcorn.
That’s how it all began, you were inseparable and it only took him a few more weeks for him to ask you out. You hadn’t wanted to push him, he’d opened up to you about how his life felt so chaotic and he was trying to get a grip on where he fit in now so you kept it simple around him. Movie nights, helping him build an island on Animal Crossing, teaching him how to cook, showing him how to use new technology amongst other things.
There were some small things you noticed as you got to know each other better, he liked it when you decided where you would eat that night or who’s room you would sleep in and you often wondered if he just wanted to be looked after but didn’t want to ask. You started laying out clothes you thought he might like and running him baths with the bath bombs he’d never admit he liked.
He was always attentive to your needs in bed, sometimes just wanting to get you off then cuddle after but you wanted him to feel good too. You decided to surprise him and booked a cabin away from everything and planned a weekend away just the two of you. Packing the new lingerie Monica had helped you choose, a black baby doll, you were impatient to get there as you drove to the middle of the woods.
He disappeared for an hour to check out the surroundings and gather wood for the fire before returning and relaxing with you. You ate and talked, noticing how he dropped his shoulders and unclenched his jaw, he was finally relaxed and you had him exactly where you wanted him.
Grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom, you slowly stripped him down to his underwear and lay him on his stomach. Straddling him, you rubbed his back firmly and worked out his knots, smiling at the groans he made. You light some candles and kiss his shoulders, whispering that you’ll be right back before slipping into the bathroom and changing into the lingerie and quickly dabbing some of the perfume he bought you on your wrists.
As you walk back into the room he sits up and watches you approach him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. His eyes roam your body and he exhales loudly. “Fuck doll, you look amazing.” You smile at him and straddle his thighs, kissing down his neck and across his collarbone.
Sitting back and smiling at his lust blown eyes. “Do you trust me?”. He nods at you and kisses you, cradling your head with one hand while the other rubs circles on your hips. “Let me look after you,” you say between kisses, he stares at you and you can see the hesitance in his eyes, taking a moment before he nods and kisses your lips whispering, “I trust you”.
You grab his hands and place them on the headboard, kissing over his body wherever you can and quietly saying in his ear “leave your hands there for me baby, tell me stop whenever you want”. He nods and kisses you deeply, his tongue urgently pushing into your mouth as he grips the headboard, the wood protesting under his grip. You push him back gently and kiss the tip of his nose “remember to keep your hands in place, use your words”.
You kiss over his jaw and neck, moving lower and focusing on the skin around his metal arm, kissing and licking over the scars, giving him words of praise and watching his face for any uncomfort. Looking at him as he silently begs you to keep going, you move slowly down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with your tongue. You watch as his arms flex but he holds on. “Good boy, keep them up there, remember to use your words”. You kiss the line on his abdomen that leads to the prettiest cock you think you’ll ever see, kissing the tip and licking up the precum already leaking out. You check in on him and smirk at the needy look on this face, kissing lower and lower, running your tongue over his puckered hole before licking all the way back up and taking him deep in your mouth.
You hollow your cheeks as you move your head up and down, your tongue licking at what it can reach? as you move. The moans and groans you hear above you make you throb, you rub your fingers through your wetness before bringing them up to his mouth, watching as he greedily licks and sucks on your fingers. Your head sinks back down, finishing him off, tugging gently on his balls as he cums down your throat, you crawl back up him and kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue.
Running your fingers over his tense arms, you slowly pry his fingers off the headboard, impressed at the indents he left in the wood. Softly kissing him, you begin to rub yourself on his thigh, moaning in his ear. “You like it when I take care of you?” He nods and grips your hips firmly in his hands.
Kissing and nibbling his neck, you rub circles on his shoulders, feeling him relax again as you continue rubbing yourself back and forth. “I think it’s my turn now.” You grip his jaw in your fingers and tilt his chin up, looking deep in his eyes. “Get to work, soldier.” He smirks at you, flipping you over and kissing down your body, you moan and grip his hair, keeping him in place as he devours you.
Oh this was going to be so much fun.
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thearvariblues · 3 years
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A Man of Easy Virtues
Just another ‘I’m so sorry but I couldn’t resist’ fics I wrote instead of, you know, doing the important things I should be doing.
This time it’s based on @likecastle‘s post about the kind of pants Jaskier should be wearing (and isn’t wearing, obviously) in the show and all the fanfics.
Warning for almost underage slutty bard (don’t worry, though, he’s eighteen, so definitely not a kid) and no Geralt in sight.
And yes, there will definitely be a part 2.
*
“You don’t understand,” Jaskier sighs and looks down at the tiny, fat tailor in front of him. “I just need a pair of pants that stays up without a hundred tiny ribbons.”
“They aren’t ribbons, young man,” the tailor says. “They are actually called–”
“I don’t care what they’re called. I don’t want them anywhere near me.”
“How would your pants stay up, then?” the tailor frowns.
“I don’t know. You’re the expert!”
The tailor sighs and lifts his hands to fix Jaskier’s partially unbuttoned doublet.
“Young man. How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” Jaskier mutters.
“Eighteen,” the man repeats. “Are you aware, young man, that what you’re asking for is very inappropriate?”
“But very practical. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get into appropriate clothes when you’re in a hurry?”
“There are things you cannot hurry up, young man. This is one of them.”
“Have you ever tried telling that to an angry cuckold?”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” Jaskier bites his lower lip. “Could you at least consider–”
“No.”
“I will pay you double–”
“Still no. There,” the man smiles, straightening Jaskier’s collar. “Much better now. Your chemise is meant to be hidden. You wouldn’t want people to think that you are a man of easy virtues, would you?”
“Oh, no,” Jaskier mutters. “That would be horrible…”
*
“Fuck, yes,” Jaskier moans as a pair of eager hands slip into his doublet. “Please.”
“Mhmh,” his lover’s deep voice answers, impatiently tugging at Jaskier’s chemise. “More skin. Right fucking now.”
“I actually don’t think,” Jaskier murmurs between the kisses, “that it will be possible to… Oh, yes.”
The hands slip lower and try to get into Jaskier’s pants. They don’t succeed. The man – the Witcher, for fuck’s sake – growls.
Which is fair, Jaskier assumes, because while the young student’s fingers are roaming freely over the scarred torso and firm buttocks, Jaskier is still fully clothed. And it is going to take forever before he’s naked.
“Drowner’s shrunken ball sack,” the Witcher swears, tugging at one of the points holding Jaskier’s clothes together. “I’d sooner get into a noonwraith’s rotting cunt than your asshole!”
“Yeah, it’s a little complicated, but if you let go for a little while–”
“Oh, fuck off,” the man grunts and before Jaskier even blinks, there’s a long knife in the man’s hand. And before Jaskier manages to open his mouth to protest, the man makes short work of all the points and unceremoniously throws Jaskier onto the bed, grinning.
“Well, fuck me,” Jaskier whispers, feeling his blood rush straight to his crotch (well, at least the tiny amount of blood that wasn’t there already).
“That’s the plan,” the man nods, cutting Jaskier’s chemise open. “The name’s Lambert, in case you forgot. Because I expect you to scream it until your voice is fucking raw.”
“Yes, sir,” Jaskier purrs.
The Witcher smiles.
“Good boy.”
*
“Melitele’s tits!” Jaskier swears, staring at his pants in disbelief.
Lambert lifts his head from the pillow and raises an eyebrow.
“Problem?” he asks.
“There is, actually. You completely ruined them!” Jaskier growls and throws his currently useless pants at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to get back home?”
“Oh, come on. I was careful not to cut anything but those motherfucking tiny ribbons. It’s not the end of the world. What do you need them for, anyway? I mean apart from driving potential lovers insane with lust.”
“Well, for nothing important. Just holding the fucking thing up,” Jaskier sighs and puts on his doublet, which is his only piece of clothing that’s intact. He’s slowly coming to terms with walking home with his ass bare. Again. Third time this week.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Lambert frowns. “Shit. Sorry, I guess. Would you like my spare pair?”
“Does it have the points, or did you cut them off when you urgently needed to take a shit?” Jaskier smirks.
“I honestly don’t know what the fuck are you even talking about.” Lambert gets up and after a few seconds of rummaging through his bag he pulls out a pair of worn-out leather pants and throws them to Jaskier. “Here. Take them. Guess what. They stay up on their own.”
“They… do?” Jaskier whispers, his eyes going comically wide.
“Honey, when werewolves attack your camp while your Cat Witcher boyfriend is balls-deep in your ass, you don’t have time to tie some fucking ribbons.”
“Cat Witcher…” Jaskier blinks.
As if on cue, the room’s door open and a lean, long-haired blond man rushes in, slams the door closed behind him and starts dragging a large chest in front of it.
“Oh, you’re done. Good,” he says to Lambert. “We need to leave. Now.”
“Aiden, I swear by Vesemir’s flaccid cock…” Lambert groans. “What did I ask you – no, beg you not to do tonight?!”
“I swear I didn’t cheat this time!” the man says, leaning with his full weight against the chest just as someone starts to bang on the door. “It’s not my fault I’m so fucking good at gwent, is it?”
“Good at gwent my ass. I could beat you drunk if you didn’t have another whole pack stuffed into your sleeves.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Lambert. It’s not a whole pack. Just like… twenty cards or something, usually.” The man grins at Jaskier. The doorknob rattles. “Hey, Lambert’s fuck of the day. I’d suggest you start getting dressed.”
“Just how many did you manage to piss off this time?” Lambert asks, already pulling his shirt over his head.
“Not many. I could deal with them in a matter of seconds, but you always say your brother doesn’t like it when Witchers murder innocent citizens.”
“You mean my brother the fucking Butcher of Blaviken?” Lambert laughs.
Jaskier looks up from fastening his (well, Lambert’s) pants and gapes at the two Witchers.
“Your brother,” he whispers. “Your brother is Geralt of–”
“Not now,” Lambert says. “We’re in a bit of a hurry. Tell me, Jaskier, have you ever jumped out of a window before?”
“Four times just this week. Mostly to escape jealous husbands. A jealous wife, in one case.”
“Good,” Aiden nods, letting go of the chest supporting the door and grabbing his bag. “Let’s jump.”
*
The tiny, fat tailor is staring at the pair of worn-out black leather pants laid out in front of him with polite disgust.
“Not possible,” he says for the fifth time.
“Let’s be absolutely clear here,” Jaskier smiles and his voice holds just a hint of a promise of some very unpleasant things that could hypothetically happen to the tiny man. “Do you know my name?”
“No, young man, and I wouldn’t care even if you were–”
“Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove,” Jaskier says calmly.
“Oh,” the man replies and he suddenly seems even smaller than before.
“I am willing to pay you twice your usual fee–”
“Sir, what you’re requiring is outrageous–”
“Three times.”
“I couldn’t possibly sully the name of my shop with such an immodest–”
“Four times your usual fee, and an opportunity to start a fashion revolution.”
The man closes his eyes and nods slowly.
“Four times my usual fee. You can keep the revolution. It’s not as if you can find another man willing to wear something so scandalous…”
*
In a month, almost every young man in Oxenfurt (and several young women) wears the same model of pants Jaskier does. It’s much more comfortable, and also much easier to get into if you happen to get caught naked in a bed you shouldn’t be in, making it an instant hit among the students.
When Jaskier jumps, completely dressed, out of yet another window, this time running from a father whose two sons he just fucked into the bed, he thinks that he definitely has to thank Lambert and Aiden properly the next time he sees them.
Or any other Witcher he meets until then.
They basically saved his life, didn’t they?
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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years
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you’re definitely flirting with me
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—jason todd x villain!reader
second and final part to are you flirting with me. can be read as a stand-alone tho
navi | bat boys m.list | are you flirting with me
content — language, blood, mentions of harassment, mildly suggestive (use of the word ‘daddy’ but ironically)
notes — i know that its literally been years and that i formerly posted a part two to are you flirting with me, but looking back, i didn't like how it turned out. i did find a fun drabble in my drafts with villain!reader as well, so i decided to rewrite it and use it as a continuation. i actually deleted the old parts personally, i prefer this version of the end!
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"I'm in."
"Hot. You should be able to see–"
"Nothing?"
Silence.
"Is this your way of telling me you're visually impaired?"
"I will scoop your eyes out in your sleep."
"Please use an ice cream scooper. My eyeballs would fit so well, it would be so satisfying–"
"Harper."
"Okay, okay. What do you mean nothing?"
"By nothing I mean nothing, ball sack. The warehouse is fucking empty."
Frantic rustling of papers and violent knocking of objects could be heard on Roy's end of the line. Jason sighed, going to pinch the bridge of his nose before realizing he had a helmet on. 
The whole situation was throwing him off his rhythm — that much was evident. The intel they had collected on the gang of criminals seemed too obvious, too predictable. Jason had his suspicions, but Roy was quick to shut him down. 'Dude, trust me,' he said. Famous last words.
A crackle of static sounded in his earpiece. Roy's voice urgent and choppy before completely dying out. Jason could only attempt to call out to his partner in the hopes of a full response, but his efforts brought no avail. That's another thing that went wrong today.
"Hey, sexy."
What in the fuck.
"Your ass looks great from this angle. The party you're looking for is in a bar on the other side of the city, by the way."
You couldn't actually see him, but he doesn't need to know that. It's just your thing to mess with him, and by the sounds of him cussing you out for hacking into his means of communication, it was working. It was amusing. He kept you entertained.
That was all you had to say to him for now though, so you bid him goodbye. The roaring of his motorcycle over his colorful language directed at you was the last thing you heard before you cut off and allowed his partner to get back on the line.
"Jaybird? You there?"
"Ah, you're back. I'm never trusting you with getting intel again."
"Whatever. Anyway, was that...?"
"Yeah. Y/v/n."
"Hm. I don't know what she's on, but you have no ass like–"
"And yet I have more ass than you, so shut the fuck up, paddle board."
“That... That was a bit harsh, bro.”
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Soft gushes of wind blew against your masked face. You shut your eyes, feeling the breeze and relishing in your little moment of peace. Lazily pacing, you hummed a random tune.
Your mischief and cunningness is something your alias was known for. Most often, it's a convenient trait to be able to slip around with ease and get the job done in a snap, but sometimes you get bored. It can be such a drag when nobody tries a confrontation with you. That's why you're so fond of the Red Hood. It's a shame that it's been a while since you've seen him around, so imagine your delight when you feel a familiar presence behind you.
You took a seat at the edge of the building. To anyone, you would've looked like you were having your main character moment, peacefully looking over the city if not for the small pile of bodies rotting away not too far from you. The dried blood on your attire and your fingers no longer irked you in the slightest. It's something you've gotten used to, which lead to your habit of picking the blood under your nails. Red gets annoyed when you do this — all the more reason to entertain your habit in front of him.
You let your legs dangle over the edge without a care. You didn't bother to greet the vigilante, who currently had a gun aimed at your back. Sigh.
“Oh, I do hate the sight of blood.”
“Well then, maybe — just maybe — you shouldn’t kill for a living.”
That got you to turn your head to face him. You cock an eyebrow — doesn’t he kill for a living too? Sure, his victims are usually criminals and thugs while yours are people you’re paid to target, usually business owners and the occasional politician, but you digress. Details. The point is, he kills people too.
A few seconds of staring and prolonging the tension passed, and Jason weighed his options before eventually putting down his gun. He then opted to join you on the ledge.
“So,” he started, “what’s your favorite color?”
Funny.
“Sweetheart, if you thought you’d be able to keep me entertained with small talk... I think I’d rather you shot me.”
You stood up from your spot on the ledge and leaned over the rooftop to examine your altitude. You grin to yourself.
“What are you doing?”
You don’t answer. You want to see something. Instead you turn your body to face Jason and mockingly salute him before leaping off the building, though not before you heard him call out your alias’ name and yell a panicked ‘Wait!’
Immediately after you, Jason followed. You chuckled when you saw him get closer. You enjoyed fooling him around almost as much as you enjoyed fooling around with him.
With no time to waste, he pulled out his grappling hook, yanked your body by the waist, and zipped to the rooftop of the nearest building — one different from the last one you were on.
Jason‘s heaving chest radiated distress.
“You’re fucking insane! You could have died!”
You stood in front of him, arms crossed and your stance relaxed. Nobody would’ve suspected that you literally jumped off a building just a few seconds ago. Aw, you pout, he cares about me.
“Would’ve made your job easier. You know, you heroes are supposed to get rid of the bad guys.”There’s humor in your eyes. Jason knows you’re enjoying this. He hates how much you enjoy this. “So, why’d you save me?”
“Why’d you help me with my mission last time?”
He’s deflecting. Cute.
“Hey, I asked you a question first.” You know he won’t budge til you give him an answer. He’s probably been asking himself that question since it happened. You mentally pout, aww he thinks of me. Sigh. Okay, fine.
“The gang you were after just so happened to have given me a job a little while ago.” You recall some of the gang members attempting to grope you. Some unpleasant memories you’d rather live without. “Pissed me off. Now your turn.”
Why’d you save me?
A pause. He shifted to look to the side. Oh, this is interesting.
“You could have died.” Ah, this again.
“Well, you’ve died,” you remind him. “Not that it really stuck.”
He says your name — your real name. You wonder when he discovered your identity, but then again, you’re not all that surprised. It’s him after all.
He can see your growing smile the longer he refuses to answer your question. He knows you’re already thinking of something, and still opts to ignore your question, allowing you to further indulge in your thoughts. He dreads you enlightening him; he knows it’s coming. Jason could not fathom how one woman could frustrate him so much.
“You like me.” There it is, he thinks. There’s your stupid smirk and your dumb air of arrogance.
“Come on, just admit it, hot shot. You can’t live without me.” Okay, maybe that one’s a bit of a stretch (just a bit), but you stand by it nonetheless.
You grin wide as you approach him. Leaning slightly forward to grab Jason by the collar and pull him down to meet your eyes, you repeat yourself.
“You like me.” Stated with more emphasis, like a significant fact that you try to drill into your head when studying for an exam.
“I’ll shoot you.”
“Please, daddy.”
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© smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my works. reblogs are appreciated!
tags — @iwriteaboutstuff @comicsgirlimagines @httpfandxms
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alicedopey · 3 years
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Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
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Fandom: Vikings
Pairing: Ivar x plus-size reader
Genre: Modern AU, Smut, Romance
Words: 3034
Warnings: Smut, oral (giving and receiving), self-depreciation
Summary: Working with Ivar has triggered something in your mind, especially at night.
A/N: This was supposed to be posted for @flowers-in-your-hayr​ ‘s birthday but is now my contribution to her 650 followers celebration. (Moodboard is her own creation) Enjoy !
“Mr Ragnarsson, I…”
“Ivar, call me Ivar.”
It seemed accurate, since he was balls deep inside you.
“Ivar”. You were painting. “I’m going to come.”
Your words made him thrust deeper into you. “Then come, Y/N. Come on my cock.”
His hips were snapping madly. He was close to his release as well. You could tell by the way his brows were tightly knit or his mouth was making this sexy pout you liked so much.
You raised your hips to meet his, he viciously grabbed your thigh and dived even deeper into you, touching your cervix in the most delicious way. A scream fell from your lips.
Eyes wide opened, you woke up in your bed.  Sweat was dripping down your bed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you rolled on the side to check your alarm and your eyes widened even more when you realized you had overslept again. Fifteen minutes was not much but it was still a lack of fifteen minutes in your morning routine before going to work.
You jumped out of bed and into the shower. The hot water helped your muscles relax. Those dreams were driving you crazy.
They had begun a few weeks ago when you were assigned to work with Ivar Ragnarsson on a very important contract. Since you spoke many languages fluently, the Ragnarssons considered you as one of the most valuable employees in their firm. When Bjorn had offered you to work alongside his little brother, you were flattered. Scared, but flattered. After all, Ivar had grown quite a reputation and the last thing you wanted was to end up like his personal punching ball.
Yet, working with him had revealed itself to be quite an adventure – and not in a bad way. Ivar was witty and passionate. He was sometimes treating you like an assistant, especially in front of his brothers but he was bearable most of the time.
The real problem were those dreams that had been haunting you during your sleep for a while now. Of course, they were mostly about sex: him taking you on your bed, in his office, against the wall, in his car…
The first time it happened you had laughed, figuring it was just a fantasy. He was quite a sight, after all. Second and third times were annoying. Then, it took place once or twice a week…and it started affecting the way you were behaving at work. A mere glance his way and you instantly became an awkward mess. Ivar would mostly get irritated, which made the situation worse and he ended up looking at you as if you had grown two heads.
If only you could make them stop but the more you wished for your crazy mind to leave you alone at night, the more you dreamt about him. So much that you had to admit to yourself you were falling for your boss. A boss who, according to flawless creatures he took to his bed, would certainly not glance at you for one second. You and your curves, you and your fat….no, definitely not his type you thought as you straightened your blouse over your wide hips a few minutes later before leaving for work.
Ivar was not there yet when you arrived at the office. You almost ran to the conference room in order to get everything ready for the presentation. It had to be perfect or he would throw a fit. Every brother would start yelling at the others and you would be blamed by Ivar in the end.
“Everything ready?”
You jumped, hearing Ivar’s voice and turned your eyes towards him. He was nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe.
“Yes”, you let out in a whisper.
His eyes scanned the room to check how you had everything settled. “You did well.”
“Thanks.” You squeaked nervously.
Ivar chuckled at your reaction. A shiver rand down your spine. “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine. We worked hard on this.”
If only he knew what you were really nervous about…
His brothers arrived shortly afterwards. Thankfully, Bjorn didn’t have the glorious idea to invite his mother to join the meeting or Ivar would have already been in a very bad mood.
They all took place around the table. You started the presentation to explain your line of work. Then, Ivar introduced the society you wanted to merge with and what the Ragnarssons’ firm could benefit from it.
As you listened to Ivar’s voice, you couldn’t help looking at his hand moving on the board. His strong firm hand…
“Sill here?”
You looked up, Ivar was eying you up and down, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you crossed your arms in front of you so that Ivar would not see too much of your curves.
“Yes. Your brother asked me to get some things ready for the big meeting with your uncle tomorrow. “
You thought he would leave after that but he kept staring at you while you stood there awkwardly.
“Need some help?”
“No, no…I’m almost done, thanks.” You stammered. Ivar never offered help to anyone.
He took a few steps towards you and took one of the files you had put on the meeting table to read it. “Looks like you worked hard. Bjorn will be glad.”
He smiled. A real smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.
He let go of the file which landed back on the table and set his eyes on you. The look he gave you made your heart flutter in your chest again. Lost in his mesmerizing eyes, you noticed he was closer when he put his hand on your hip. Your breath quickened. The heat radiating from his simple touch set your body on fire.
“I’m glad as well. Good job, Y/N.”
You did not hear the words, just watched his lips moving. Those plump tempting lips. Unable to resist the temptation to taste them, you kissed him. Ivar was not surprised. He kissed your back fiercely, his hand tightening its grip on your hip. He made you walk backwards until your thighs touched the table so you could lean on it.
You hiked up your skirt and spread your legs without even realizing it. Your body was acting on its own, all too eager to succumb to desire.
Nonetheless, Ivar did not move an inch and remained still as a statue. He was watching your body like a hawk as if he trying to remember every part of it. If only he could touch you the same way he was looking at you.
“Mr Ragnarsson, please.” You whimpered helplessly.
Ivar just smirked at you and played with the hem of your skirt. Your heart was beating so fast you had the feeling it would get out of your chest any minute now. You wanted him to put an end to your misery so desperately. He knew it and apparently loved watching you squirm, all needy and turned on.
When he finally sneaked his hand under your skirt, you bit your lip to prevent yourself from eliciting a sigh of relief.
His rough fat fingers stroked your skin until they finally reached your panties. His thumb touched your clit through the soft and soaked material. Your lower body lunched forwards, your teeth dug a little deeper in your lip.
“Oh, sweet Y/N…” Ivar whispered in a mocking tone. “Don’t damage those perfect luscious lips. That would be a shame.” He let go of his crutch, his body leaning a bit more on yours. Then, he inserted his thumb between your lips before saying. “Suck this. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me what you can do.”
Your lower lips clenched around nothing at his words. His other thumb pushed against your clit once more, eliciting a whimper to fall from your lips. You started sucking his finger greedily, pretending his cock instead as he had suggested.
“Good girl.” He praised lustfully. “I knew you could do it. Show me how well you can suck my cock.”
His motions on your sensitive nub accentuated and you took his thumb deeper in your mouth. Ivar groaned but ended up retrieving his fingers from your mouth. The two of you exchanged a lustful gaze before he attacked your lips with his mouth. His pace on your clit had become more urgent now. You pulled him against you and embraced him feverishly. Ivar kept kissing and pleasing you. Your body was completely on fire and yet, you were craving for more. So, you embraced him stronger, trying to get as much contact as possible between your two bodies.
Your lower body clenched, your breath quickened and you convulsed against him as you came. Ivar did not let go and made you ride your orgasm until you went limp in his arms. He chuckled, a deep chuckle that sent shivers running down your spine. “Ready for more?”
“If you are…” You whispered against his lips, congratulating yourself at the fact that he shivered because of it.
Emboldened, your palmed him through his trousers. Ivar groaned, pushing his cloth-covered dick into your hand. You rubbed him a few times before undoing his zipper and freeing his erected shaft. It was inviting to the touch, already glistening with pre-cum. But you did not touch him this time. Instead, you hiked up your skirt even higher to reveal your already damp panties that you led slid down your legs.
Ivar licked his lips. He was looking at your body as if he wanted to devour your body in one bite. A whimper left your lips. “Ivar, please…”
“Hmm?” He took his shaft in his hands and started pleasuring himself. “Did you want something?”
“You know what I want.”
“I want you to say it.” He rasped, still playing with himself. “Come on, Y/N. You can do it.”
You tried but no sound came out of your mouth. It was as if your brain did not want to give your body what it was craving.
“Y/N, I’m waiting.”
Once again, you opened your mouth to talk but did not produce any sound.
“Y/N, talk. Y/N ! Mrs Y/L/N !”
Ivar’s snapping voice made you startle. Several pairs of eyes were watching you; some expectant, some irritated. Well, Ivar was irritated.
You felt your cheeks heating under their stares, realizing you had been sex dreaming during a professional meeting.
“I’m sorry. I was…distracted.” Ivar’s glare intensified. He was probably going to strangle you. “You were saying?”
Bjorn explained patiently which points Ivar and you would have to work on. The meeting was adjourned after that. Ivar signaled for you to wait until everyone had left. Once they had, he closed the door and advanced towards you, each step making him grunt.
“We have some changes to do and we have to do them as fast as possible.”
He explained sharply. “Tonight. 7PM sharp. Your place. I’ll bring the wine.”
Then, he got out without waiting for an answer. You stared at his head until he had disappeared, realizing after a few minutes that your boss – who you too often dream about – was going to come to your place.
To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You left as soon as you could, went to the grocery store and started cooking dinner the moment you got back home. Once you were finished, you took a shower. Your door bell rang as you were just finishing getting dressed. You threw a last glance in the mirror to check your appearance: leggings and a flowery blouse, casual but not too much. You ran to the door and took a deep breath before opening it.
Ivar had played the casual card as well, wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and a dark jacket under his usual coat.
“Please come in, Mr. Ragnarsson.” You invited him to take off his coat. “I’m going to put this in my bedroom. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”
On your way back to the living room, you took some glasses in the kitchen. Ivar was on the couch, the bottle of wine was already cracked open, the files were out. As usual, Ivar did not lose any time so you started working right away, only taking a small break to each the chicken, pasta and salad you had cooked.
“This was nice. It’s been a while since I ate some real food. Drawbacks of being a busy businessman. Guess I need a real woman in my life.”
He smiled genuinely, which made you heart flutter for a second as you remembered your dream from this morning.
“Is there a man in your life enjoying your food?”
You shook your head. “Just cooking for myself.”
“That’s a shame, if you ask me.” He replied casually. “Any man would be damn happy with this. Don’t even cook for my brother Hvitserk or he won’t leave your side.” He smiled again.
Your cheeks heated under the praise. You had heard things about Ivar’s charming power but he rarely showed it at work – which was for the best or you would always be as red as a tomato.
“Are you alright, Y/N?”
“Yes.” You barely whispered and shook your head to clear your mind.
“Are you sure? Because you have been quite distracted lately, just like this morning during the meeting when you completely zoned out.”
“I’m just…tired.” You answered, slightly surprised Ivar was expressing some concern over someone else, especially an employee.
“Troubled sleep?”
Your eyes widened a little. His seemed to twinkle with something else than casual curiosity and you wondered if his question had a deeper meaning for a second before answering.
“You could say that.”
“Hmmm.” He stood up with the help of his crutch. “Well, since we are done here, I’m going let you get some sleep. May I have my coat back, please?”
His question made you realize you might have stared at him for a bit too long.
“Of course.” You almost jumped up from the couch and the both of you headed towards your bedroom.
Once there, you bent over to reach his coat on your bed. When you stood up, your back bumped against Ivar’s chest. Embarrassed, you turned around abruptly and handed him the piece of cloth to your boss. He took it gently from your hands before glancing at your bed.
“So, this is the famous place where you have been having all those troubling dreams.”
Your eyes raised up abruptly to meet his. “There are some things you should definitely not talk about some topics at work, where anybody could hear what you are saying.”
He knew. Of course, he knew. That sexy asshole knew everything about everyone even though you had mentioned it once to one of your closest coworkers.
“One could say you are obsessed. Well, your mind is at least.”
He gave you a teasing smirk which caused your heart to make a somersault in your chest.
“Mr Ragnarsson, I don’t know…”
“Shhh…” He put one finger on your lips and you were reminded of your earlier dream again. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, believe me. Quite the contrary.”
He took your chin between his fingers. His eyes intensely stared at yours.
“Tell me in your dreams, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow? Or are you making me sweat for it?”
“It depends.” You gasped at your own words.
“Is that so?” Ivar hummed against your lips. “How many dreams did you have, you naughty girl?”
“A few.” You whispered before Ivar took your lips ravenously.
His hands slid down your body to squeeze your plush bottom and push it against your pelvis. In response, you embraced his upper body and dug your nails in his back.
He had awoken a fire in you, you were not even aware you possessed. It was more powerful than in the dreams and so much better that you did not want to it stop.
Breathless, Ivar’s lips left your own to attack your own. Your head fell backwards, heavy pants left your mouth.
“Mr. Ragnarsson, I...”
“Ivar.” He cut you off. “I definitely want you to call me Ivar when you come on my dick.”
That elicited a deep moan to leave your mouth. You dug your nails deeper in his skin and Ivar groaned.
“You were having one this morning, hmm? What were you doing in that dream?” He pushed his erected cock against your core. “Tell me.”
“You were…you were eating me out in the conference room.”
“I like that.” The tip of his tongue tickled your neck. “I can easily picture myself buried between, your thick thighs. What do you say we reenact some of those dreams?”
He was now rubbing himself against you.
“Yes, please.” You whimpered. Nothing was more important now than being under him, screaming his name.
He delicately pushed you backwards until the back of your knees met the bed and you had no choice but to fall on it.
Ivar took off his clothes, you hastily did the same. The two of you exchanged a fiery look, trying to remember every inch of the other’s body. For once, you did not feel ashamed of yours. On the contrary, Ivar’s eyes on you were making you feel like the most desirable human being on earth.
Ivar let his crutch fall on the floor and his naked body finally met yours. You became away right then and now of what was going to happen, meaning sleeping with your boss.
Ivar sensed your discomfort. “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “Nothing bad will come out of this. I’m going to make all your dreams come true.”
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colossal-fallout · 3 years
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Sup could I request some sub Annie & dom s/o including some dry humping idk if you're comfortable with writing for a male bodied reader ,if not gn is no problem owo.
Oh that sounds hot 🔥😍
I am comfortable with that, I’ll be posting a rules list soon <3 
Behind closed doors
Warnings: 18+ Smut.
Male bodied reader X sub Annie
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  You couldn’t help but hold in a smug laugh.
Annie Leonhart was the coldest, most stoic and hell, even badass woman in your group of friends; yet here she was, rubbing herself against you like some cat in heat, her fingers gripping your shirt in desperation. 
 She’d called you into her room for “a word” but you knew your lover, and that blaze that was ignited behind her usual bored eyes told you she wanted - no, needed you. 
 You didn’t think anyone would believe that Annie was like this behind closed doors, as her satin soft lips pressed against yours; her cheeks tinged with that pink flush of arousal. 
“What’s wrong, baby?” You smirk into her, knowing all too well. But you wanted to hear her say it. 
“I need you...” Even her vocals were a lot softer than usual, as she began to pull your shirt up and over your head. 
 
 More than happy to oblige, you place your hands around her perfect peachy ass as you slide your tongue past those sweet lips. A whimper escapes her lungs at your touch, her leg lifting and resting at your waist. 
Picking her up by that aforementioned backside, she automatically wraps her legs around you; the legs that you’d seen kick grown men into the dust, yet quake and shiver weakly when you send her hurtling into the heavens. 
She clamps her teeth into your neck as you lower onto the bed, lying down with her straddling your waist, her breathing already heavy as she ached for you. 
As you remove her shirt, you wonder for a moment what could have gotten her so wound up. But the truth of it was, it was just the effect you had on her. 
You know how to please her both sexually and in other areas of your relationship - and she isn’t one who is satisfied easily. 
 Her eyes silently beg and plead as she rolls her hips, that rose tint in her face deepening to a more crimson as she stimulates herself on your lap. You continue to play with her gorgeous breasts while she rides you, sucking and biting; totally having your way with them as her panting quickens, her fingers tugging at your hair. 
 A soft moan floats from her mouth as you sit up slightly and encase her nipple in your warm mouth, your tongue flicking her nub and teeth nipping as your fingers keep the other occupied. 
She begins to grind her hips, feeling your cock hardening under your trousers, seemingly unable to wait. 
“You need me that bad?” You grin, not stopping the rolling motion of her breasts in your hands. “Okay... use me.” 
Her panties were soaked under her trousers as her pussy flexed and clenched, blindly trying to grasp at any part of you it could. 
“Y/N...” She breathed. “Y/N... I- I’m close...” 
It was like she was warning you for reasons unknown to you. 
Your shoulders roll in a slight shrug. “Keep going, baby.”
 Sliding you hands down to her hips, you help her movements as her nails begin to unapologetically dig into your chest, the small moans that left her lungs becoming louder and more urgent with each breath, each roll of her hips. 
“Y/N...Yes... Oh god...” 
Waves of pleasure rolled over her as she hurtled into the sea of bliss; the only thing in sight was you and that smirk she loved so much. 
A quivered “Ah~” left her mouth as she finished. 
But you were no where near done. 
Flipping her onto her back with one, easy movement her brows furrowed in an almost hysteria as you mouth clasped onto her neck, and your hands tugged at her trousers. 
“Oh, Annie... I’m just getting started.” 
A high pitched gasp leaves her mouth as your fingers finally slide inside of her, her walls embracing you like a long lost lover. 
You groan as you move down, her pussy had always been fucking gorgeous. Neat as well as tasting amazing. 
 She cries out when your tongue laps against her already fired up clit, hooking your fingers and rocking her back and forth gently yet firmly. The melody of her moans makes your cock pulse uncomfortably, as if it were begging you to be let out and buried deep within her. 
“Y/N... p-please... Fill me up... I n- need to feel you in me...” She pleads, tugging at your hair trying to remove you and pull you up to her. 
Sitting up, you remove your cock and before long, your trousers are on the floor as she takes it upon herself to get onto her knees and marvel at your dick. The simple muscle that makes her go so insane, so hysterical and needy. 
Pre cum is pouring out as it were crying for her to just touch it. 
Grabbing her hair gently, with your other hand you encircle the base of your shaft. 
“Wrap those gorgeous lips around me, beautiful.” 
 Her tongue rolls over her bottom lip as if she were about to devour her favourite meal, before she slides her lips over your fat head, her face looking like it was her first taste of food in days. 
“S-shit.” You stutter as she begins to work you. Annie had always been amazing with that mouth of hers as she plummets you to the back of her throat, her tongue grazing under your base over and over again. 
Her hand comes up and gently caresses your balls, your grip on her hair tightening. Her eyes look up at you almost tragically; the ocean blues beginning to fill with water as her long lashes fluttered. 
“mmm fuck, Annie.” You groan. “Such a good girl... You take my cock s- ah... so well...” 
She moans, the vibration of her vocal chords echoing against you only intensifying your pleasure. 
Deciding to remove yourself from her mouth with a pop, you push her down and splay her legs open, needing to see that beautiful tight and needy cunt. Your thumb slowly circles her clit as you watch her slither and squirm beneath you.
“Y/N... yes... I need you. Please, I want you to ruin me.” 
Your tongue slides across your lip, more than ready to feel her clench around you. 
So you gladly obey, lining up at her heat before pushing forward. 
You inhale through your teeth in a pleasured hiss. Even after all that foreplay and how much she wanted you, it was still a tight fit. 
Her back arches as your cock intrudes on her cervix, pushing those soft, gorgeous legs up to her chest. 
“Ah...” her moans rise in pitch. “Y/N... oh my god, you feel so good.” 
You begin to slide in and out of her, the squelching sounds of her insides pulling you in deeper only adding to your arousal as she bucks her hips, greedily trying to take more of you. 
Her eyes roll and her tongue falls out of her mouth in a silent scream as you push every single internal button just right. 
 “Ah ~ yes. J-just like that... y/n, you f-fuck me just... so...ah ~  so good!” 
You pick up the pace, her cum from earlier mixed with her new arousal splashing onto her thighs and covering your balls as they smacked into her ass over and over relentlessly. 
“P-please, don’t ever stop.” Annie cries, pulling your hair harshly. 
 
“Needy for me, aren’t you?” You pant. 
She nods, her words leaving her as she’s pounded further and further into the ether. 
You feel her begin to spasm around your cock knowing she was going to orgasm again. 
“Urgh...” You grunt, not able to take how powerfully you were being milked dry. 
“I’m going to fill you up baby... And you’re going to take everything I give you to take.” 
“Y-yes!” She calls out loudly as her legs shake and she plummets into a burning inferno of ecstasy. 
Your rhythm stammers and stutters as her walls compress you, not letting you remove yourself even if you wanted to. 
You unload your thick, hot cum inside of her, pump by pump and like a good girl she takes it all, her convulsing cunt sucking it all deep inside of her as her nails dig into your arms. 
You flop down onto her, nuzzling into her neck. 
“Amazing as always babe...” You whisper against her skin. 
She just nods.
She still can’t move or speak. 
You always knew how to make her see stars with your fingers. With your tongue. And of course, with your cock. 
Her entire body trembles beneath you her insides twitching. 
She pulls your head to hers, planting a deep yet tender kiss onto your lips; happy that you’re the person who only gets to see this side of her. Happy that she has someone who takes care of her so well. 
Happy that she’s yours. 
Hope you enjoyed this, I found it hard writing about Annie but I didn't mind trying it. I'd love to do her more.
(Pun definitely intended)
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gyll-yee-haw · 3 years
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Take care of you.
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Prompt: it's your husband's first long travel since your wedding. You both just can't wait to see each other again.
Warnings: teasing, unprotected sex, breeding kink all over it, daddy kink, a bit of size kink maybe, 2 smuts in one, degradating and praising, multiple orgasms, overestimation.… I know, but its still fluffy, I swear
Fluffy warnings: Jake wearing THAT^ outfit. You washing his long hair. Like... him loving his wifey sm.... I'm unstable
Like 3k words.
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You were living a never ending honeymoon. Even after you and Jake came back home from your official one, nothing changed. Still had that same sweet energy.
And that only made it even harder when he had to say goodbye. Yeah, it was only for a month, and he definitely had been away for longer periods of time, but right now… it was painful because you both had to admit to yourselves that your honeymoon was over and real life started.
You missed each other so badly. You cried on the phone more than once. But you knew he loved his job. And you loved to support him.
Felt like it took ages, but the day of his return finally came. You barely slept the night before it. You missed his sleepy voice in the morning. His jokes and his weird behavior, cause he just felt so comfortable around you. And you obviously missed the fact that everything always turned into sex these days. Wherever you looked at in that house, Jake had already fucked you there. Your heart craved his presence and your body craved his touch. You didn't even know which one was more urgent... all you knew was that it all together was making you desperate.
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Jake felt the same way. He wanted to hug you and he wanted to shove his cock inside you so bad, all at once. He texted you from the taxi, saying he was 20 minutes away.
'I can't wait, tell the driver to hurry up, please.' You texted him back.
As a reply, all you got was a pic of the bulge in his pants. You shivered. You couldn't believe that would be inside you in a few minutes. You decided to tease him back:
'If you're already that hard, imagine how you'll feel when you see how fucking wet I am right now. So much, daddy… it's running down my thighs, I swear… need you here quickly, I promised you I wouldn't touch myself, but...'
He groaned frustratedly and decided to stay off his phone for now. You were already making him throb painfully, and he knew pretty well how wild the teasing could get between the two of you.
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He planned on fucking you hard even before he opened the front door and found you in nothing but his shirt.
I said nothing.
You knew he was coming and there was no time to waste, so…
You ran towards the door for a hug that quickly became a messy kiss. His hands were everywhere, like he was trying to find out if you were real. The truth was that he just didn't know where to touch you first.
Jake pinned you against the wall and you grinded his thigh while he was unzipping his pants, whining loudly cause you were desperate like that.
He grabbed your waist and lifted you a little, so you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You pulled him as close as possible and all you felt was him. His warm embrace, his soft lips on your neck...
He held you against the wall with one hand while he grabbed his cock with the other
He shoved it at once inside you, groaning wild and loudly.
Your face couldn't hide the pain as he started thrusting mercilessly the second his was in.
"What is that, babygirl?" He cooed, and his sweet voice didn't match the eagerness of his hips. "Did you forget how it feels to have daddy inside you? Forget how big I am? Well, I'm back now, so I gotta stretch this tight little pussy open for me again."
You couldn't say anything, all you could do was take every single thing he gave you.
The way his body was pressed against yours made it impossible for him to avoid brushing your clit with his lower abdomen.
"Jake, I'm gonna cum." You told him desperately. You didn't want to do it so fast, but it was impossible to hold it at that point.
"Yes, pretty girl, as loud as you can, I missed hearing you crying out my name…"
Your fingers wrapped around his hair, that was a messy bun at this point, and you came, screaming his name, hoping it would make him cum too.
But not so soon.
Your orgasm only made him want you more. Only made him harder, if that was even possible.
And he didn't give you a second to recover, he kept fucking you like nothing happened, maybe even harder than before.
Your clit was hurting from overestimation, your hips bucked trying to escape the constant pressure, your legs were shaking so much around his body. It felt so good that you had to beg him to stop, you couldn't take all of it.
"Cum inside me, daddy, please, give me your… fuck." You felt the tears in the corner of your eyes as your second orgasm approached.
"My what? You weren't going to say cum, were you, princess?" He smirked. "You were gonna say babies, you want me to knock you the fuck up, huh?"
You weren't even sure what you wanted anymore, but you nodded, moaning loudly as he pounded you through your orgasm.
"I barely came home and you're already begging for my children again, you little slut." He mocked you, but you could tell he was getting close. His movements became messier.
And like he wasn't already absolutely abusing your clit and saying things that could make you cum untouched, he just started hitting that special place inside you that made you dumb for him.
He used all the strength he had left to thrust DEEP and HARD inside you one last time.
Maybe you came for the third time, but you weren't even sure anymore. All you knew was that it was lot.
It was so relieving when his hips stopped and you felt his warm seed filling you up. Fuck, there was SO MUCH of it, it had been so long… you didn't remember ever feeling that full before.
But when he was done, he cursed himself for not doing that in bed, cause he was exhausted on a level that he could barely stand. His legs were weak and he was still buried inside you, his arms on each side of your head on the wall, supporting his weight.
Fuck it, he knew there was no time to get in bed. His cock was too hard, his balls were too full and you looked too hot with his shirt barely hiding the fact that your pussy was free for him to use.
And you were absolutely wrecked. Your pussy was so sore that you were afraid to touch it, even to remove his cock from you.
Maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss, mixed with the feeling or being so close after being separated for so long… but the energy of that moment was unmatched. Unexplainable. You both were feeling that way, and somehow you knew it.
But after Jake caught his breath, he removed himself from you, helping you stand on your feet again, but he still kept one hand on the wall to support his own weight, just in case.
"Babe…" You laughed. "Look at how exhausted you are, it's almost heartbreaking."
He sent you a tired smile.
"Come on, I'll run you a bath, what do you think?" You suggested, kissing his cheek.
"Sounds wonderful." He agreed. "As long as you join me."
"Jacob, you can barely stand, how are you still horny?" You rolled your eyes.
"Didn't mean that." He chuckled. "Just wanna stay close to you. Missed you, baby."
"Missed you too." He brought you for a tight hug and you melted in his arms.
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When the two of you managed to get upstairs, Jake sat in bed as you prepared the bath.
You walked into the room and found him going through his phone.
"Sorry." He said, without looking at you. "I'll be there in a minute, I'll just…"
When you approached him and realized he was working, you sighed and grabbed his phone.
He looked at you with a confused expression.
"Enough work." You sent him a sad look. "Work kept you away from me for WEEKS. Now it's all about us. Let me take good care of my husband, just for today?"
He couldn't resist you. Anything you asked, the answer was always yes. Specially in this occasion, when there was absolutely nothing he would rather do than spend time with you.
You grabbed his hand and guided him to the bathroom.
He removed his clothes and sat on the warm bubble bath
You only had his old shirt on, so you were able to do the same and join him in a second.
The kind of non sexual intimacy of your naked bodies touching was so relaxing. Jake walked into the house almost an hour ago, but nothing made him feel at home quite like that exact moment.
He closed his eyes for a moment. Just to enjoy the warmth from the water. To wrap his arms around you and feel like the happiest man alive.
But, suddenly, his peace was interrupted by the sound of the water moving and the loss of contact with your body.
You turned around and now sat down facing him.
Watching him with a sweet smile on your face.
You bit your lip and placed your hand on the back of his head, gently undoing the bun his hair was in.
"What are you doing?" He chuckled. "I thought this whole thing about you being eager to have a baby was only kinky stuff, honey. I know how to take a bath."
"Shut up." You laughed, taking a hand full of water to the back of his head, wetting his hair. "I'm just taking care of my husband."
He didn't say or do anything to stop you. So you grabbed the shampoo bottle and applied a little on your hand, proceeding to massage his scalp very gently with the tip of your fingers.
He closed his eyes and relaxed again as you finished washing his hair. You took your time and enjoyed the moment. Jake's hair was soft and he looked absolutely breathtaking like that. Relaxed. Humming softly. His wet golden chain caught your eyes as you watched his chest going up and down slowly. So beautiful. Beautiful couldn't even describe it…
"I love you." You whispered to him.
He smiled and opened his eyes. "I love you too. So much that sometimes I just can't believe you're my wife. Just too good to be truth."
You smiled like a fool and wished that moment could last forever. But the water was getting cold. So you stood up and wrapped a towel around your body.
"Where are you going?" He protested.
"Come on, let's put some clean clothes on, I miss movie night and cuddles on the sofa." You suggested.
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Jake was sitting on the sofa in his grey sweatpants and sweatshirt. You always told him that was his softest outfit and it was just perfect for cuddling. Heaven couldn't compare to that feeling... your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around you.
The tv was only background noise, cause he was actually looking at you. When you felt his gaze, you looked back at him, your eyebrows furrowed.
"What?" You asked. "Jesus, looks like you haven't seen me in like... a month?"
"I could spend my whole life looking at you and I still wouldn't have enough." He said, caressing your cheek with two fingers.
You stood like that for a while, looking at each other's eyes while he stroked your cheeks softly. Then his fingers started to move down to your chin. Then to your lips. You parted them a bit and Jake slid his fingers inside your mouth slowly.
You nibbled them gently with your front teeth until he moved them deeper inside your mouth, placing them on your tongue. He started moving them in lazy circles. All without losing eye contact. It was so intense that you left out a moan without even noticing it.
"What's on your mind, babygirl?" He smiled.
You grabbed his wrist and removed his fingers from your mouth, sucking them on the process.
"What you said earlier in the bathroom." You admitted. "And by the front door too. Thinking about you getting me pregnant, wouldn't that be nice?"
"Fuck, y/n..." He smirked. "Is this still only kinky stuff?"
"Yeah, for now it is." You said, straddling his lap. "Just wanna make you hard. Be the only one who gets to call you daddy just for now."
Those sweatpants weren't only good for cuddling. It was also amazing to feel his hard cock through them.
"Yes, pretty girl, I love it when you call me daddy." He kissed you passionately, while his hands traveled your body, ending up on your clothed core. His fingers barely brushed your clit through your panties and you left out a little "ouch".
"You still didn't even recover from how good I fucked you last time and you already want more, my greedy little slut." He chuckled.
"Yeah, I fucking missed you." You shrugged. "And we're not gonna fuck again, we're gonna make love now."
"Who said that?" He raised his eyebrows. "What if I want to fuck you?"
His fingers insisted on touching your clit until you started getting used to it.
"Be gentle with me, daddy, please." You begged. "Need your love, not just your cock."
If he wasn't convinced already, the way you asked made him change his mind.
"Okay, baby." He pulled his pants down and grabbed his cock, beautiful hard again. "Why don't you ride me nice and slow, then?"
You nodded, raising your hips a little, so he could help you remove your panties. He tossed them on the floor and his fingers went back to your core, spreading your folds and running his fingers through them until you were wet enough. He slid two fingers inside you and you started rocking your hips softly. He removed his fingers from you too suddenly, and your pussy automatically clenched around nothing.
You sent him a pleading look, but he was too busy licking his fingers. You waited. But your suffering didn't last very long, he quickly grabbed his cock and gave it a few strokes before aligning it with your pussy. He held it dangerously close and teased your entrance a bit. When the head was in, he left you do the job.
You lowered yourself on his cock slowly. Inch by inch like you didnt want to miss a single detail, a single vein. Your tight hole embraced all of his thick length. The last time he stretched you up wasn't that long ago, but you still needed to adjust to his size. You held on to his hair, that was still wet, and started moving your hips.
"Just ike that, my angel." He whispered, placing his hands on your hips and guiding them up and down slowly. "Nice and slow, good girl."
You managed to keep that slow sensual pace with him praising you and telling you that you were the love of his life every 10 seconds. But only until he was getting close. His words turned into incoherent moans and his fingers digged into your hips, which you understood as a sign to go a little faster.
Your 4th release that night was approaching. You felt like you would fall apart when you reached it, but you still needed it. After all… what's the problem of falling apart when you're in your lover's arms?
You two came almost at the same time. You were connected just like that. He held your body close and you fell on his chest, completely weak. But, one more time, Heaven couldn't compare. Sitting on his lap, his cock still inside you, after barely coming down from your high. Your head resting on his chest, on his soft sweatshirt, his cologne mixed with the smell of sex in the air.
He didn't want to leave that place. Didn't matter if it would be for a month again, of even for a second. He was fully aware at that moment that you were the most important thing in his life.
He gently removed you from his lap, placing you on the sofa, and fixed his clothes before standing up. You were absolutely exhausted and didn't move a muscle, just sat on the sofa on the exact same position he left you. He chuckled and leaned close to you, placing one arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders and he picked you up.
"What are you doing?" You yawned and rested your head on his shoulder.
"It's my turn now." He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I'm taking care of my wife."
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