I've been working on this for a couple of weeks now, am I entirely happy with it? No. But am I happy enough to post it before it starts to drive me a little crazy, yes.
I absolutely love Abraham's character, he along with Eugene and Rosita have been three of my favourites throughout (and I'm still not over his death or the final episode)... So I wanted to write some smut, as you do.
Summary/Backstory: The reader (fem - afab) is sort of in a relationship with Daryl, but it's been a very slow burn over years. They live together but sleep in separate beds, are the best of friends and will hug a lot but aside from that they've kissed a few times, never slept together and keep it that way. The reasoning is Daryl and the reader not wanting to let their guard down combined with worrying what will happen if they do and both feeling like they don't deserve happiness/to have that and worrying how sleeping together would affect their relationship after all these years. But, the reader gets to a point where she's ready, she's been ready for a long time and Daryl isn't, she is understanding but after several horrific events that affect the group, she needs to release tension, she needs to be close to someone to help her heal and Daryl isn't going to be able to provide this. In the meantime she opens up to Abraham about this a few months earlier and they have this sort of on-going joke/understanding that the day may come when she comes to him for nothing more than sex. It's implied that Daryl also is aware of this arrangement and 'ok' with it - I started to write a 'the following day' with Daryl part but it made me too sad, so maybe in the future.
TLDR - Reader needs to get rid of some sexual tension, Daryl isn't the man to help with this and so they go to their close friend Abraham for some help getting off.
Warnings: Smut - P in V sex - Eating out - Slightly rough sex/rough kissing. MINORS DNI!! 18+ only Word Count: 3,500 Relationship: Abraham Ford x Fem! afab reader
It was late, you weren’t sure he would answer the door but when you saw a light from inside and heard Abraham swearing something about who knocks on this late you felt relieved. Getting caught in nothing but a silk dressing gown by anyone else was not something you’d enjoy.
When he opened the door, he looked ready to shout but when he saw you his face softened. What followed was the realisation of what you were wearing, he stepped back allowing you inside.
Once the front door was closed you undid the silk tie around your dressing gown letting it fall open and looked up as Abraham turned back around exposing your lingerie to him.
You didn’t need to explain yourself to him, you’d spoken about this several times in the past, there was an unwritten agreement that should the time come…you would come to him and now here you were.
His eyes widened as he stepped towards you, his hands already moving to open your dressing gown further before you stopped him. He had to confirm he understood before you would act, “You know I’d be using you right?”
“Oh I know.” Abraham responded, gruff and exactly how you needed him to be. He leant in a little closer and whispered into your ear, lips so close you felt the fine hairs move sending a shiver down your back. “I’ll be using you in return.”
“It’s how I want it.”
He nodded and looked over his shoulders at the stairs, “Up.”
There was something else playing on your mind something you had to say first, “Abraham, you know there’s a strong chance at the end,” you paused for a moment trying to think of how to continue. It was silly, you and Abraham were friends you needn’t have feared his reaction but still it wasn’t easy to say. “I just think when we’re done, I might cry.”
Crying after sex. What an attractive proposition.
Abraham’s expression softened, his eyes full of lust melted and relaxed. He let out a small sigh and placed a hand on your shoulder, “And if you do, I’ll hold you.”
“But we’d still just be friends with benefits,” you clarified.
“Of course darlin', who said that friends couldn’t also comfort one another?”
You smiled. Now reassured you stopped worrying about all the things that could go wrong along with the emotions that were likely to follow.
“Okay.”
You led the way up to Abraham’s bedroom, careful to tread lightly so you didn’t wake Eugene. There was no doubt he wouldn’t be able to sleep through the two of you fucking, it’s like he had a trained ear, but if you made it to Abraham’s room at least he wouldn’t know it was you.
Once the door was closed with his foot, Abraham didn’t spare a moment, pushing the robe from your shoulders and picking you up in his strong arms. Your legs wrapped round his waist as he spun you round and pushed you against the wall, pinning you against his chest. A beat passed where you stared into one another’s eyes until you could stand it no more and sent your lips crashing into his. Abraham was evidently as hungry as you had been, kissing you back with such force you found it hard to breathe. Your fingers linked together behind his neck, gaining a little purchase so you could hold your own against him.
As he stole air from you and lapped at your wounds you felt yourself grow light-headed but perfectly unafraid and safe in his arms.
When he paused you took the opportunity to kiss his neck. They weren’t the kind of kisses you gave to just anyone, they were reserved for the true lovers and moments of hopeful desperation. Abraham didn’t stop you as you trailed down his neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh when you reached his shoulders you squeezed his muscle and continued to kiss him, your lips sucking on his muscle, teeth gently digging in.
The moan Abraham gave when your teeth made contact with his flesh had your knees buckling and grateful, he was holding you. Was there any doubt that he’d be the one in charge in this situation?
One of his hands reached to unclasp your bra, which he managed with surprising ease. You took your hands away from his neck, one staying on his shoulder to hold yourself steady, the other slid the bra straps down your arms to it could fall to the floor. The moment your chest was bare Abraham pressed his nose hard against your sternum and inhaled your scent, moving then to kiss the soft flesh of your breasts.
He turned you around again and walked you slowly back to the bed, laying you down underneath him. All you could see was him and, in that moment, he was all that mattered.
Something about the silence felt wrong, felt uneasy and gave you pause to think about what you were doing, so you had to fill the silence. “It’s awful isn’t it, the end of the world and all. I just realised I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“You ain’t gotta explain to me.” Abraham replied as he knelt onto the bed, his weight sinking down into the mattress as he edged closer to you. Straddling you he took off his shirt and vest, revealing his broad, muscular chest and curly ginger hairs. Your eyes dove lower where you could see the start of a garden path leading lower, he cocked his head and grinned on catching where you were looking, unbuckling his belt, removing it and undoing the top button of his jeans to give himself a small release.
The look of adoration is what you lived for and what you longed for from Daryl, but you knew it could take years to get to that point so for now this little piece of heaven would have to do.
Abraham’s large hands explored your body little by little, taking his time with every new piece of flesh to stroke, scratch, squeeze, lick, bite…In return you reached out to gain whatever contact your fingers could make, you wanted his shoulders and to feel them in the palms of your hands spilling outwards. Abraham was safety.
Abraham rest his knees either side of your thighs and gazed down admiring you, your face, your form.
He smiled at you, that goofy smile that meant he could get away with so much. His weight pinning you down was a comfort, a safety blanket that meant just for a moment there was nothing else you could do, nothing else to focus on, you were protected and, in this space, together.
When he kissed you again any trepidation that existed melted away, he believed you wanted this as much as he does and it’s safe, there’s no risk of falling in love or relying on one another. You were both free to be as carnal and animalistic as required.
His kisses trailed down your body, small sucks at your inner thighs, his breath so hot against your underwear. Without warning he pressed a kiss right to your core, “Huh you’ve really soaked these good haven’t you baby girl?” He kissed you again and pulled a little material in-between his teeth, you heard him suck, “Fuck Abraham, please.”
He let go and tapped the side of your hips, his command for you to lift so he could slide your underwear off.
With his face between your legs, you held onto his red locks as if your life depended on it. Although every part of your body craved him and the sweet release he would soon bring, Abraham was in no rush. He took his time exploring you, making you feel all kinds of sensations you hadn’t in years. His moustache tickled your sensitive skin, his …breath making you quiver, the way his hands held onto your hips so firmly. Him, only him.
When he slipped a finger inside you, his name escaped your lips. You’d promised to be quiet, but damn if he wasn’t so incredibly talented and thick, no wonder Rosita missed him.
Your hips raised and bucked into his face, unable to control your own actions as the animal in you took hold. Your body moved with him, desperate to generate any further friction, chasing your own orgasm as you heard Abraham chuckle into you, clearly amused with the show you were putting on and just how much you were enjoying him, how could you not? And why hadn’t you done this sooner, Daryl, Daryl…His name nearly escaped your lips but you swallowed it along with your pride.
You knew your orgasm was close when your body started to twitch and you found yourself struggling for breath, the fingers of one hand clutched the sheets, the other gripped Abraham’s hair tighter, he responded by slipping a second finger inside you curling upwards towards your g-spot. One of his hands slid underneath you, scooping your bum up a little higher, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh.
Your heart pounded in your chest and a voice inside your head said, “Just let go, just let go…”
“Abe, I’m gonna…”
The speed at which he fucked you with his fingers increased, his tongue flicking over your clit with varying intensity to help push you over the edge. Every second was the sweetest torture as you grew closer, afraid that at any second he may pull away and deny you, but Abraham couldn’t have been that cruel, at least not for tonight.
As you came you watched Abraham at work, not wanting to miss a moment of what he was doing to you, seeing his determination and just how tightly he held onto you only increased the intensity of your orgasm. All your efforts to try and stay quiet went out the window as you let out a loud, guttural moan.
Your body shook in waves, Abraham didn’t stop, not until it became unbearable and even then you had to beg. So long, it had been so long since you’d reached climax by the hands of another and now all the tension you’d been carrying simply melted away. He licked you one last time and slowly withdrew his fingers, his grip on your butt softened and slowly he slid his hand from under you. You propped yourself up with his hands behind your head for a moment and watched as he licked each finger clean, “Why would I let this sweetness to go to waste darlin’?” as he spoke you felt another knot in your stomach, almost as if he could feel your body and thoughts he placed a hand on your stomach resting it there a moment.
When he’d finished licking your juices from his fingers, he got off the bed to remove his jeans, you remained entranced watching him as he did so. Once down to his boxers he knelt back where he was before.
He took his time as you recovered from your high, kissing the inside of your thighs and massaging your muscles with the pads of his thumbs, tender, tender…You were sure you heard him whisper, “Tender, tender, there, there…” repeating it several times – some mantra to make both of you feel better. It said, this is okay, you’re okay, I’m okay, we’re okay. You came for me and bared your soul though your heart belong to another, “Tender Tender,” he repeated.
You blinked fighting back the tears, here it came, the inevitable only it was now you realised just how much you’d come to care for Abraham also. He rest his cheek against your leg, just breathing you in as your heart rate fell slowly. You knew it wouldn’t be like this for long, you were only just getting started but Abraham’s actions offered you a small moment of intimacy that had been lacking in your life for years. If only…if only this was with Daryl and not Abraham.
You cursed yourself silently, feeling guilty for both parties even though they both knew the truth. There was no room for lies in the new world you found yourselves in.
Abraham raised his head and slowly kissed up your hip bone, your stomach, in between your breasts. His tongue trailed across to one of your nipples making you shiver at the sensation. Then his lips were on yours, passionate kisses were not something you’d expected to experience with him. Wasn’t that kind of the deal, nothing too romantic they’d said and yet here they were. With every kiss he gave you found yourself chasing another, trailing along his lips, tasting the cigars on him like they were home.
You hadn’t realised just how much you’d needed this until now, just how much you’d need to feel close to another, to have them inside of you and to completely surrender.
With Abraham’s weight on top of you it was almost hard to breathe, at least you could feel the pressure in your chest, the way he pinned you so tightly to the mattress. Mostly he was propped up on his elbows, but those few moments where he let himself go were when you moaned the loudest, when your fingers curled to scratch down his back and he wasn’t even inside you yet. That was bliss.
His kisses and massaging of your flesh with rough and calloused fingers were unrelenting, Abraham careful to ensure you were stimulated throughout.
The thin material of his boxers was the only thing separating your flesh from his hard member, the glances you had seen when looking down had you gasping in anticipation – he was big, really big. You licked your lips hungrily as Abraham knelt up above you and you watched as his thumbs went under the hem of his boxers.
He looked up catching you gazing so brazenly at him, you wanted to say you were unashamed, but the red of your cheeks suggested a different story. Abraham smirked, “Like what you see doll?” He asked.
“So far,” you replied, a little too nonchalantly, it was cocky and you knew you’d pay for it in time.
“Well, let’s see how you like this,” his chest was puffed out as he spoke, Abraham was a man who took pride in his appearance and pride in his ability – there was no doubt he exaggerated. He pulled down his boxer shorts so they were just above his knees, his cock springing free as he let out a slight moan that came with the feeling of release.
You stared, mouth open a little as you watched it fall heavy, head red and swollen, cock twitching, cum leaking. There was only one word, “Fuck.” You spoke hoarsely, your mouth going dry in that instance.
“Yeah, that’s about the sum of it Babydoll.” Abraham moved off you and stood up for a moment so he could remove his boxers entirely. You sat up, clutching the sheets to your chest, when he looked down at you he looked at the sheets and your hand clutching them, “Hey, what you covering up for? After all I’ve seen,” he whispered as he placed a hand on yours. His tone was kind though, concerned perhaps that this was what you wanted.
“Hey,” Abraham speaks softly. You look up at him, his other hand catching your jaw – his thumb gently traces across your chin, “You still want this?”
You nod, “Yes, yes I know I need you,” he took your lips in his own in response to your confirmation, your confession, your desire, and then pushed you back onto the bed, the sheets dropping from your fists, Abraham straddling you.
You heard him tear open a condom, looking down as you watched him place it on his cock letting out a slow moan as he rolled the plastic down.
Then it was back to business, he placed himself at your entrance and gently rubbed himself up and down you, making you quiver when his head brushed your clit. Teasing gently he let out small moans, ensuring you were thoroughly prepared and wet before he slid into you.
“How’d you want it, want me to put it in slow or fast?” He asked.
Your stomach felt like it dropped from under you, “Slow…just at first,” you clarified.
He nodded and then you felt him pushing to gain access, in response you let yourself relax, fully and completely. Then…oh then you felt Abraham move little by little as he pushed himself into you, your walls contracting and squeezing around his length, the air that you’d been holding in your lungs slowly came up as you wanted to sing. A long almost inaudible moan left your lips as he bottomed out. Fully sheathed inside you he pressed his forehead against yours, “This okay?”
You nodded, your face flushed, “Ah yeah it’s good.”
Abraham rolled his hips, you closed your eyes as he sped up, your teeth biting into your lower lip. Abraham kissed you there a moment later, unable to take seeing you in such pleasure without tasting you again.
“Faster,” you begged as you clenched yourself around him, the small groan Abraham gave every time you squeezed spurred you on, clenching tighter and raising your hips to meet his with every thrust.
“Good girl,” he mumbled in between sharp in takes of breath.
Oh to be praised! The smile was one you were unable to conceal, even if you’d tried he knew exactly how good this felt for you.
“Don’t think I’m gonna last long darlin’,” he confessed.
“S’ok,” was all you could manage.
He picked up the pace again, fully removing himself from you before fully sheathing his member deep within you a split second later. The sound of flesh on flesh, his balls hitting against your butt was the most erotic thing you’d heard in years.
As he got closer, he removed one of his hands from your side, placing it in between your legs, “I want you to come with me,” he ordered as he pressed his thumb against your clit causing you to mewl.
You never could have imagined how gentle his fingers would be, brushing and tickling, moving in small, graceful circles as he helped you get closer.
“Abraham, you feel so good – you are everything.”
Everything, was that the right word? Your brain didn’t have time to process this however as a moment later you felt Abraham tense.
Despite the intensity of his orgasm he didn’t stop pleasuring you and as the first wave of his orgasm hit and you felt his cock spasm, he rest his forehead on yours and you too felt your second climax hit, this time you cried out Abraham’s name, no shame left in you.
Abraham moved slowly in and out of you several times, hissing as he did at the sensation as he milked himself inside your clenching walls. Panting, sweating, he collapsed on top of you, muttering praised and kissing your cheeks, your lips and only after his heart rate had started to settle did he unsheathe himself and silence filled the room.
Afterwards the tears came as you knew they would, and Abraham he was true to his word. He scooped you up into his arms, still naked before you went to the bathroom to clean up there was nothing you could do to stop the emotion spilling over.
Laying naked in his arms, your cheek pressed to his broad and hairy chest you at least felt safe and loved. Isn’t that all anyone really wants anyway?
Abraham stroked your hair; he didn’t speak but his small gestures showed he cared.
When he got up you returned with tissue from the bathroom and helped you to clean up, despite the flush of red on your cheeks, “What you got to be embarrassed about huh?”
You shrugged, pursing your lips you thought, “I don’t, I guess”.
“Exactly darlin’,” Abraham replied as he got up and sat next to you. His thumb traced your lips, his other hand brushed hair from your of your face and pulled you in for a tender kiss.
It was hard to end it, hard to pull away from him, “No feelings we said.” Was all you could say.
But you stayed the night anyway, cradled safely in Abraham’s arms, though the two of you didn’t speak again that evening and were asleep fast enough you were grateful he let you stay. Tomorrow you’d have to work out your true feelings about this situation, between Daryl and Abraham, what the hell were you going to do?
Abraham sorted to snore, but it wasn’t annoying, rather there was comfort in it and you cuddled tighter by his side, resting your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. Fuck, what were you going to do? Was Daryl okay, in bed alone… What would come next… for now you welcomed sleep and the escape it brought with it.
so in love with old man bf butcher. like u make fun of him for being an old man and he gets all huffy and rolls his eyes at u AHHH
"Y'so deep," you sob, words cut off by a pitched wine rolling up the back of your throat at an angled thrust.
"Yeah?" Butcher practically sneers from above you and you can hear the smirk in his voice. His bangs stick to his forehead and veins of his forearms bulge with ever movement he makes.
You nod, eyes fluttering shut.
"Yeah."
"Still think this old man can't give ya' what ya' need?"
Truthfully, you hadn't expected your own words to be thrown back at you – despite your obnoxious claim that 'he was too old to keep it up' was the whole reason the two of you were in this situation to begin with. You both knew there was no serious threat behind your words, you just wanted to rile him up.
His words send a shock of pleasure to your core and you instantly reach down to circle your clit only to have your wrist snatched away.
"Nuh uh." His eyes lid and he cocks his head to the side some, thrusting at a deeper angle.
You shake your head.
"Please–"
"Nope." He quiets you with a shake of his head, "you wanted to piss me off so yr'gonna take what I give you since you can't find it in yr'self to just tell daddy when y'miss him."
There's a layer of soft to his tone that makes your eyes tear up and legs go numb.
A whimper falls from your lips and Butcher moves to throw your leg over to rest in the crook of his elbow, opening you up.
You gasp at the sensation and the older man chuckles above you.
"Thaaats it. Right there, huh."
"Yes, daddy. Yes." You nod, lashes strewn together by the wet of your tears.
He gives you a particularly rough thrust that has your head falling back against his pillows and your toes curling.
"Hey," he's quick to slip a hand under the nape of your neck, tilting your head back forwards, "Eyes open, keep 'em on me."
The stretch of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls has your eyes fluttering closed and your legs shaking in Butcher's hold.
Butcher taps the plush of your thigh and you open your eyes in response, doing your best to make him proud under the intensity of it all.
"C'mon, love, ya'got it – There she is," he soothes, meeting your swollen lips in a gentle kiss as he ruts into you to the hilt.
The intimacy paired with the intensity of it all has you shivering and sobbing into his mouth, grabbing at any part of him that you can in hopes of grounding yourself.
"Butcher, please–" your voice breaks into a sob when he hikes your other leg over his shoulder and sinks his length to the base inside of you.
"Oh shit." Butcher groans, dropping his head to look at the way your cunt swallows his length whole.
Eyes rolling back and cunt quivering pathetically, you let out a broken gasp.
"I can't, oh my god."
Butcher doesn't shed any more time before he's thrusting into you so deep and at such a rough angle that you're nearly seeing stars.
"M'gonna cum," you manage, biting weakly at the skin of his forearm.
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(The gif isn’t mine, I found it on google so credit to the original owner)
• Him loving to just grab you and pull you over into his arms as soon as he has laid down, only to laugh about your surprised face as his quick move is making you flinch up, right before you can relax as you feel his warmth
• Whenever you’re already laying on your stomach in bed, still reading a book, making some notes or just relaxing him rolling on his side while letting his eyes roam over your body until he can’t hold himself back from letting his hands wander over your skin
• Him having to chuckle whenever you crawl over to him in bed and snuggle against him only to describe it to you in the colorful kind of way he has even though he loves to see and feel how comfortable he makes you feel
• After being completely exhausted after some passionate sex, him just looking over to you, only to have to chuckle as he sees that you’re just as exhausted before pulling you with a big grin on his lips over to him and enjoy the feeling of your naked body against his
• Him sometimes just needing to talk to you about his day while laying next to you or preferably holding you in his arms, only to just make you laugh with the way he embroiders his stories, especially the ones that drove him crazy or even excited him
• Him having a thing for pulling you on top of him while he can feel how you nuzzle your head into the curve of his neck and he get’s the advantage of having full access to your whole body, only for him to use his chance and tease you a little by pinching or even grabbing a handful of your ass
• Him loving it whenever he’s already laying half asleep in bed and feels how you lift his arm to huddle up to him, only for him to sigh deeply and contently as he’s tightening his arms around you and places a kiss on your head before he slowly drifts off to sleep
• Him loving to hold you especially close when you’re spooning, only for him to begin to place kisses on your neck as he gets in the mood for something pretty different to sleeping through feeling how your body is that tightly pressed against his and he just can’t stop himself from showing that to you
• Him actually being really proud of being able to make you feel that safe and protected that you can let your guards down, only to love the way your body relaxes in his arms as you cuddle a bit closer before ultimately falling asleep
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Another change of pace. This is a commissioned piece (commissions ARE open! DM me for more information).
Game is called Disco Elysium and this is a smut piece for Harry Du Bois.
Word Count: 791 words.
Content warnings: Drug and alcohol usage, sweat kink, breeding, dirty talk, some degradation and praise, FTM reader but it’s left pretty sex ambiguous (despite male pronouns).
Context: Prior to loosing his memory, Harry had ended up in a drug filled escapade with (ftm reader).
It tickled as his beard dusted along your stomach. Truthfully, you didn’t indulge much in the drug he was snorting. Speed was a bit too hard for your style. You knew he was at his lowest and offered him help (which he promptly refused and told you that he didn’t “need help”. That was a lie, obviously, but you couldn’t push further.)
You gasped sharply again as he bucked back into your guts, toes curling around his waist as he pulled back up to your face. You could see the sweat dripping down his forehead with wide, blown pupils. He wasn’t anything hefty down the belt but it still stirred your insides well, leaving you breathless and grasping at nothing.
“Pretty. A young little t-thing like you shouldn’t be sleeping with a dirty man like me.”
He grasps your wrists and pulls them above your head, pressing his lips against yours as his teeth clashed for entry against your skin. You squirmed wildly at the contact and half-reciprocated the action. It seemed to only encourage his thrusting inside you. You could hear Harrier’s short grunts and groans from the speedy thrusts. You could only assume the toll it took on the muscles of his lower back.
“I’m going to fill you up so full that you’ll be defiled for a-any other man. I swear, you’ll get pregnant tonight.”
He groaned again. His lids drooped as he gazed groggily at you. You could hear the slur in his words.
“Would you like that, sweet boy?”
His thumb came up to flick at your sensitive flesh.
You can’t help but buck your hips upward in response. Rocking his cock back inside your gummy walls. He croons in response to the pleasure and closes his lidded eyes. He continues pumping his length inside you while pleasuring your sex. You stare up in awe at the man who took care of your needy body. You wondered how sensitive the drugs made his body. You wondered how that felt to get fucked while out of your mind.
You were almost a little jealous.
His hips stutter once before he continues the bucking against you. Thighs clapping together each time you meet.
“Dirty boy. Dirty, dirty boy. Taking my cock like a little whore. Ughhh- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
You shiver at his voice. A pleasurable shock erupting through your spine and gathering in your guts like wild butterflies. You could only hope he’d take up on his offer and actually cum inside.
Harry parts from you for just a moment. That familiar tickle of his beard against your skin as he snorted up the rest of the powder on your stomach. His head rolls back with intensity before he locks his gaze on yours again.
“You’re so warm and tight around me. Do you feel good, baby? Is my dick stirring you up?”
You pulsate around him again, rapidly nodding with a whimper as he continues fucking into you. The head of his cock batters that one sensitive spot inside you. Your vision clouds and your eyelids droop. Everything was reaching a fever pitch especially with how he is stroking you. You want to cum so badly. You need to cum. You need it, you need it, you nee-
“Holy shit you’re tight. Clenching me like a little fucking viper. Are you going to cum? Around my cock? Shit, shit, fuck. That’s so fucking sexy.”
You nod again; head shaking with succession as you rock your own hips against him. The skin between you was sticky with fluid and sweat. It was so dirty. The sex between you— just full of filth. Your lips part as your eyes roll and everything inside you finally coils like a spring. Which leads into a pitch and… fuck! You were cumming around his manhood; head rolling back, spine arching, and hands gripping the mattress. Harry’s hips stutter again and again. He was close, dangerously so. He meets your gaze one more time for confirmation before he cums inside you himself.
It’s thick, warm, and it even feels liquidy inside you. Painting your walls white as he groans loudly. Pressing his body flush against yours with his head in your neck. He buffers his thighs with yours as he pumps the last of his hot semen into you. Then, he drops flat and rolls off to the side. You glance down to watch his seed spill out of your abused hole. All over the couch you two were sprawled on.
“So full. You’re totally going to get pregnant. I’m going to make myself the father of your child. C’mere…”
He wraps his arms around you and buries his nose into your scalp. You can feel him inhaling into your hair.
I will never not be deeply fascinated by Walt and Jesse's relationship in Breaking bad. Like holy shit. It's not exactly homoerotic but it's not totally platonic either. It's not friendly, it's violent and gruesome and intimate, in the way that being covered in someone else's blood is intimate. They hate each other, but they can't stand being apart. It's codependent, filled with hate and anguish and SO unequal. I'm so sick over them
