summary; just a totally made up hospital gala bc i wanted an excuse to use pics of shawn LOL...some drunk trinity and shen shenanigans...
warnings; umm nothing much. mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption,, also the pics used in the instagram posts arent reflecting readers body, just the vision of the outfit i had in mind <3
a/n; probably only one or two parts left of this :'(
contents; fem! reader x jack abbot, some hucklerobby crumbs...a little 'friends' ref bc im rewatching it for the hundreth time lol but thats about it.
a/n; i want to thank @plast1cdoll for the AMAZING idea to name the kitten robby and then have them not tell anyone the kitten is named robby and prank them LMAOOO ur mind is wonderful!!!!
summary; readers mom (sadly) makes an appearance again. trinity being the best once again. jack having readers back!!
warnings; victim blaming, toxic family member (jack handles that though), mentions of death and loss, reader going thru it
a/n; i think this series has a couple more parts left, then it may be over :') i've seen a lot of asks of a tag list, i dont have one rn! i probably wont make one for this since its almost over, but if i make a new smau, i'll add a taglist to that one!
summary; reader and jack take their relationship a step further ... <3
warnings; mentions of injury and some fake blood!! (a bts pic of shawn as titus, lol) (but its obv jack not titus in this) (sorry im overexplaining)
a/n; my brain totally blanked but ofc jack basically did all the work, reader just sat and packed some things due to her leg!!! so sorry for totally forgetting to mention that LOL also how is there already almost 500 of you?!!! this is so freaking awesome thank you all sososos much!!!! <3
headcanons of younger!reader sending jack hot photos of herself while sheās on a girlās trip and heās stuck at work :))
Jack Abbot x reader
He is so pissed that he is at work while youre having fun!
Constantly checking his phone to see if youve texted him, if youre in any kind of trouble.
-> Goes to the point where someone from work points it out.
He likes that youre having fun. He trusts you completely so he isnt worried about you cheating or anything.
He is worried about you drinking tho. What if your friends dont take care of you while drunk? He has met them a few times but he does know that they are quite party animals too.
He wishes he could be with you but! He also knows its a girls trip and no boys allowed.
Then you start sending him these photos...while he is at work...
Innocent outfit checks right!
If you want more of these kind of headcanons, request!
Your friends warned you that fifth margarita wasnāt a good idea. But drinks were flowing and if you hadnāt taken it, you wouldāve been texting your ex tonight.
Now, texting your ex didnāt seem so bad compared to being in a hospital with a swollen ass ankle. The strobing, white lights blinded you even when you closed your eyes. Meanwhile your friends couldnāt stop laughing.
āAlright! I hear we got a twisted ankle.ā
The curtain pulled back and the most handsome man youāve ever seen was revealed to you. Salt and pepper hair and the biceps that were basically bursting out his shirt. He had a very professional look on his face that made him even hotter.
āSuper twisted.ā You slurred, still holding intense eye contact. Your friends were giggling even harder now. One of them even said,
āYou got the hot doctor! No fair!ā Jack smirked, he dealt with drunk girls all the time, nothing new.
āAlright, well, Iām dr. Abbot,ā he gently shook your hand. āIām gonna take a look at your ankle now. Could you tell me how you injured it?ā He asked softly.
You were melting like butter. Alcohol mixed with butterflies wasnāt a good combination.
āMmmh. Between the margaritas and my heelsā¦ I was dooooomed from the start.ā Jack chuckled as he kept prodding around your foot. āOuch!ā You hissed, trying to retract your leg from his grasp. It didnāt work, though, he kept you in place with ease.
āGood news. No fractures or breaks. But you definitely need to ice it and Iāll wrap it up for you, alright?ā You nodded, holding eye contact until he pulled away.
You got your foot wrapped up by a doctor Shen and opted to spend the night here so you could sober up a little. By morning, you and your friends (who desperately needed water and ivs) were getting ready to leave.
Your attraction to Jack didnāt go unnoticed byā¦ anyone really. You were trying to play it cool though. While you filled out some release forms, you snatched a sticky note from a pad that was lying around and jotted down your number.
You didnāt see Dr. Abbot anywhere around, so you waited by the front until he popped up. āDr. Abbot!ā You called out, starting to hobble towards him.
Like a gentleman, he met you halfway so you didnāt accidentally fall on your face. āYou on your way, sweetheart?ā The nickname had you ready to twist your other ankle.
āI just wanted to give you this. A thank you for taking care of me.ā You pressed the sticky noted into his larger hand. He smelt so good, like some kind of manly cologne you knew nothing about, but wanted to learn quick.
āOh, your phone number. Didnāt know you felt that way.ā You nodded shyly.
āCall me sometime.ā You smiled. āBye, Dr. Abbot.ā You turned on your good heel to walk away, feeling very confident in what you just did.
Robby popped up behind Jack. āYou always attract the youngers one, brother.ā
Jack barked out a laugh. āThey attract me too. Especially that one.ā He said, pocketing your number.
Being Jack Abbottās younger girlfriend and constantly reminding him heās old
- ādid you ever meet a dinosaur?ā āWhat? I wasnāt born that long ago?ā āOh really?ā
- āwow grandpa, the font on your phone is so bigā
- Jack forever asking what does that mean? Over something you have said or sent him
- āand I said thatās a fax machineā āa what?ā āYeah they all said the same thingā he mumbles
- ādo you want me to get you a zimmer frame for your birthdayā ābaby, I made it where you couldnāt walk straight last night I donāt think I need thatā
- Jackās army friends asking how he keeps up
- Jackās army friends asking if you have any single friends
- trinity being shocked when he understands something a man his age should not
- āwait, I need to meet herā āno you donāt santos now back to workā
- ādid you know Iām into fossils?ā āIs this another old joke?ā
Based on [this] and [this] awesome art by @honeyhobbs
Now imagine being with snowy owl!gaz in the middle of the snow covered forest, right?
It's freezing even with your gear on, lying on your stomach in hiding with snow pressed all along your front. Gaz had ordered you to stay low, to keep hidden until the zone is announced clear.
Just to your left, your sergeant seems to be faring better than you. Large, white wings obscure most of his body, and a thin blanket of snow has accumulated on top from the hours lying here. He doesn't seem phased at all, almost enjoying it all.
"You okay, soldier?" Gaz glances sideways at you, brow raised in amusement at your shivering. Teasingly, he lifts a wing "need to warm up under mommy's care?"
Usually, you'd tell him to piss off, that he won't phase you. But. It's freezing, and you swear your lungs are making an effort to actively seize up from how cold it is. So you glare right back at him and huff "yeah, actually. I'm fuckin' freezing, sir."
After a stunned silence, gaz is sliding on top of you, blanketing you both under thick wings.
The sudden temperature change is almost dizzying, your sergeants warmth and the insulation from his wings. You bask in it, thankful for him invading your space for once andā
"Fuckin' christ, sir?" You shift, heart stuttering "are you seriously...?"
The hard line of gazs cock nudges against your ass, gloves hands moving to your waist while he chirps above you "can't help it when I've got someone like you under me. Figure it evens out the closet, yeah?"
You blush at the reminder of the closet, tuck your head down and arch your back to a pleased "hah, knew you'd like it."
Gaz begins rocking into you, not at all bothers by the mutliple layers when he settles his whole weight into it. Christ, you wish you were back in that shitty motel so you could fuck him properlyā
"Close." He warns, one hand sneaking under to give you a palm to rut into as well.
The cold from earlier is a distant memory, forgotten beneath the heat of his wings and the pleasure between you. Gaz chirps, coosā
"Really, soldiers?"
Ghost, stood directly over you both. Fuck, you were so close too.
Truthfully, this is your boyfriends fault. That's exactly what you plan to tell him when he gets home.
Because how the hell were you supposed to know his work buddy regularly breaks into his apartment?!
"Fuckin' hell, good swing, kid." Simon slumps over your kitchen sink, nose steadily leaking blood into the basin. Simon, Kyle's friend whom you've met once. "Next time, don't hesitate on a second swing."
"What the hell!" You hiss, shock draining way to pure indignation. You grab his jaw and forcefully lift the balaclava up properly to assess the broken nose "what the fuck were you even doing in here?!"
"Needed a snack." This giant of a man grunts, shrugs his shoulders as if breaking into his friends apartments for a snack is a reasonable course of action.
"Yeah, well now you need the hospital, dumbass." You frown, fishing your phone out of your pocket and shoving ghost to lean back over the seat. You miss the blush that spreads across his face from the rough handling.
You're sure ghost only stayed in the car so he could hear you tear gaz a new one for not warning you about his insane friends. He does try to escape once you actually park, which simply leaves you dragging him in by the ear.
Afterwards, you give ghost a set of keys "if you need something, you text me or kyle in advance and you use the damn door."
You don't care what sort of shenanigans your boyfriend and his boy toy get up to, but you draw the line at interrupting your sleep schedule.
No thoughts just post-TBI!soap who's hair is a grown out mess when you met him, right?
It's difficult to take care of his hair when his body doesn't want to listen to him most days. Limbs jerking at odd angles, cramping up, or running on a delay.
"I could cut it for you," you offer one night, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. It's one of those days where soap wants to be anyone but the person he is. "I used to cut my friends hair all the time. Mohawk is easy."
"Y-you know it'll t-take forever, dove." Soap warns, refusing to get his hopes up "i can't s-sit still. Not like I used t-to."
"More time with eye candy? Oh nooooo...what will I do?" You roll your eyes, teasing.
Which is how soap ends up in the bathroom, shirt off because he knows he'll be hopping in the shower afterwards anyways. It feels weird having anyone so close, your hand in his hair "okay, johnny. I'm starting now, be good for me."
Turns out, soap has been missing this. Letting go while a lover cards through his hair. You easily adjust to the sudden jerks and twitches of his body, pulling the clippers away and resuming seamlessly with a "mh, so reactive, johnny."
It's been months since soap has felt in any way sexy. It's impossible for him to find pleasure in the body that hardly feels like his own.
But as you slowly shape out that familiar mohawk, it's like something snaps back into place. Your hands gently tugging soaps head into place has him blushing, half-hard from the absent touches alone.
"Oh? Really, johnny?" Then your hand really cards through his fresh mohawk, grips his roots tight and pulls him back to look at your pleased expression "enjoying it? Hm?"
The other hand slips down to palm at his jeans, and for the first time in months soap is arching his back with a moan. He clumsily humps your palms, eager.
"Go clean up and then we can play, okay?" You coo, offering his bulge one last stroke.
Soap sets a record for his fastest shower post-injury that night.
I was wondering if you could write a jason todd x reader fluff/smut wheres he's been gone on an Outlaws missions for almost a month with little to no contact and when he comes back earlier than planned he finds the reader playing with herself
ā¤· your boyfriend, jason, has been gone on a mission with the outlaws for just over a month. you decide its finally time to relieve yourself of a stressful few weeks, a stressful day. and thats when he decides to get back? great timing š
NOTE: hi anon. love this ā ppl should req. more. its good for me to write smth else whilst writing a fic bc u can get bored/writers block soooo freaking easily.
IT'S BEEN A MONTH. One very fucking long month.
Jason had been on an off-world mission with the Outlaws.
You'd been pretty stressed about it because Jason had told you that if all went well, it'd be about 2 weeks.
It was approaching 5 weeks. But, logically, you knew he'd be fine. His team was strong. Jason was strong.
So after a long day at work, you decide to give yourself the ultimate self-care night.
You get into the shower as fast as you can and spend half an hour in there scrubbing the day off, shaving everywhere on your body because nothing feels better than getting into fresh sheets with completely bare legs. You use your expensive body wash that smells like some designer perfume. You also wash your hair, massaging shampoo into your scalp, pressing conditioner into the ends.
It felt amazingāthe ultimate stress reliever.
You get out of the shower, towel around yourself, and stand in front of the mirror. You do all your nighttime skincare and brush your teeth. Lastly, you blow-dry your hair so it's ready for tomorrow morning when you have work early.
As you enter the bedroom, your pyjamas and underwear are laid out on the bed.
You stare at them. Then look down at yourself in the towel.
You grab the pyjamas and put them on your nightstand next to the lamp that's emitting a soft, warm glow across the room. You then slide the towel off, leaving it on a heap on the floor and lie on top of the bed, completely naked.
There was a part of you that liked being alone because you got to be naked and not feel observed. There was something very intimate about being by yourself without clothes on.
That's not to say Jason has ever made you feel watched in your own skin or anything. Everything is just heightened when another person is seeing you so vulnerable.
You had Jason weren't overly sexual in general. Being intimate once or twice a month. I mean, you were a sexual person. But he was always a little more hesitant. He'd assure you it wasn't because of you, just memories that crawl their way back up whenever something feels too good.
It'd been really difficult for him at first. Many failed attempts. Many moments that stopped and restarted or just stopped altogether and ended in cuddles. Even times when he'd had to get up right in the middle of something and run to the bathroom to throw up.
But as you'd been together longer, he'd gotten better at enjoying himself during sex.
And when he did? Holy fuck, it was a sight to behold.
Since it was such a rare occurrence, you'd committed his face to memory.
His eyebrows furrowed, eyes hazy as he tried his best to keep them on yours, constantly resisting the urge to bury his face in your neck in embarrassment and not come out until his high was over. Those quiet sounds he'd make that got louder and more uncontrolled the closer he got. The rambling towards the end: H-heyā¦ baby.. m'gonnaā¦ I can'tā¦ holyā¦. babyā¦ s'goodā¦ sā¦
Jesus.
Your hand slides down over your chest, playing with the peaks for a little that has you gasping softly.
You haven't even touched yourself in so long. It never felt the same after being with Jason. You had wished you two would be a little moreā¦ active in that department. But you'd never push him into that, considering he has some form of traumatic past you know little about.
You arch your back a little into the touch, fingers swirling over the hardened points of your breasts. It felt nice.
You press your head back a little further into the pillow, and it's not sitting right. You huff as you take your hands away and adjust it so there's ample padding behind your head. Perfect.
One hand stays at your breast whilst the other trails down your stomach, so slowly.
The thought crosses your mind of looking up some video to try and make this quicker, more intense. But you decide that you really want to feel yourself tonight. Be with yourself.
You squeeze the flesh of your chest and the skin of your thigh simultaneously.
Fuck, you need to feel it. Now.
It was times like these you wish you had some kind of toy. Something has a placeholder for your boyfriend. Because even in the weeks between when you guys would be intimate, a dildo or a vibrator could definitely satisfy you in a way Jason maybe just couldn't keep up with yet.
You reach the hand on your thigh up slowly and run it through your folds. Slick, slippery, wet. So wet you're concerned about it getting on the sheets. You convince yourself not to worry; you can change them later.
You slowly bring your fingers up to your sensitive clit andā
THUD!
You jump. Quite literally jump.
Your eyes go to the window with the fire escape attached and, there he is. Red Hood.
Jason.
He opens the window, and you very quickly become aware of just how flustered and bare you are. So you scurry under the covers quickly. Hiding yourself. Pretending to be asleep.
You're so excited he's home. But this would be a new level of embarrassment.
He enters the room with a sigh. A deep, exhausted, modulated sigh.
Your eyes are closed ā playing the part of sleeping beauty and all āĀ but you can hear him release the mechanism on his helmet. Taking it off and dropping it on the floor with a loud noise.
Your eyes snap open at the sharp sound, and he looks at you. Leather jacket draped on his broad shoulders, Red Hood symbol across his wide chest, weapons in his holster across his waist, camo utility pants a little more tattered than usual and his boots covered in some substance that must be alien-adjacent.
You realise he must've accidentally dropped the helmet whilst trying to put it on the dresser.
"Fuck, sorry. Did I wake you?" He asks softly as he comes over and kneels next to the bed.
The sheets are up over your shoulders as you smile at him. "No. You didn't." Your voice is fond when you speak. "Hi, there."
He lets out a dry chuckle. "Hey, gorgeous."
You lean a little forward to kiss him, making sure the sheets stay up to your neck to keep you dignified when he leans away a little.
"Haven't brushed my teeth in a few days. And I'm covered inā¦ whatever the fuck I'm covered in." He explains.
"Still sexy." You shrug.
He shakes his head and stands. "I'm gonna go shower."
"Okay." You respond, "I missed you."
He pauses and exhales a smile. "Missed you too. A scary amount actually."
You chuckle, and he goes into the bathroom; the shower starts running.
You have three options here.
Option 1: Get changed into the pyjamas on your nightstand and forget about it altogether.
Option 2: Stay like this and see what happens.
Option 3: Sort yourself out quickly whilst he's in the shower because he's probably too tired or wired to do anything with you tonight.
You very quickly choose the last one.
You reach your hand down again, sheets still up to your chin as you shift onto your back.
You groan as you realise you're not as slick anymore. The shock of your masked man being at your window probably dried you up a little.
You bring that finger to your mouth and wet it before it descends back down to that bundle of nerves you were circling before.
You start slow, because thats what feels better. But you know he's going to shower fast. He always does after missions because he wants to get back to you.
You bite your lip as it starts to feel really nice, hand fastening a little on yourself andā
The shower stops running.
Fucking hell. You take your hand off yourself and quickly realise you've been forced into the second option.
Stay like this and see what happens.
You bury your head under the covers now.
Because although you two had been together a little while now. Were you comfortable enough to get caught touching yourself by your boyfriend? Certainly not.
The bathroom door opens, and you hear the rustling of clothes before the mattress beside you dips, and the sheets lift as he gets in.
There's a little more movement before he speaks.
"You hiding from me?" He asks playfully.
"Maybe." You respond.
"Can youā¦ not hide?" His voice has a smile on it; you can tell. "After a month of seeing a lot of ugly shitā¦ I'd like to see my girlfriend's face."
You slowly peek your head out, and God, he's so fucking handsome.
His hair is mussed up and damp from the shower. He must've run a towel through it after.
The scars on his face make him look so much more beautiful; it's honestly ridiculous. And his eyes? Fuck, you could talk about them for the rest of your life and not run out of material.
He grins as he reaches a hand out under the covers to your waist, making contact and then realising. Oh.
He gives you a look.
"Are youā¦" He runs a hand up your waist to the side of your ribcage, and you can see the moment he realises you're completely bare underneath the sheets.
You sigh. "Yeah. I am."
He eyes you, then pulls down the sheets just enough to reveal your bare shoulders. Confirming it.
"Why?" He looks confused.
"Workā¦ stressed me out today. You stress me out every day you're not here because I care about you. And I'd decided maybe I was due forā¦ someā¦ alone time."
There. Explained. Now you wait for his response.
He squints at you. "Still not following."
You groan, exasperated. "I was touching myself, Jason."
His eyebrows shoot up at that, cheeks turn a little pink.
"Oh." Is all he manages.
"Yeah. Oh." You say. Because now you're embarrassed. Fully embarrassed. "I know it's stupid, but I just needed to relax, and then you spooked the shit out of me when you got home, and I had to stop, and then I thoughtā¦ I don't know what I thoughtā¦ but you look fucking exhausted, and now I just feel like an idiot andā"
He leans forward and kisses you, completely shutting you up. Your hands are around his neck as you lie on your side, his come down to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss is deep, long.
And when he finally pulls back: "What d'you need?"
You stare at him. "You've just come back from a really long mission, baby, I don'tā"
"Just tell me." He says softly.
You're silent for a moment before it comes out breathlessly: "Touch me?"
His breathing shortens when you say that. He nods as he kisses you again, tongue plunging into your mouth, dancing with yours. His hand comes down to your thigh under the sheets and hoists it over his hip, both of you still lying on your sides. His hand then runs up your thigh to your hip bones.
Your hips twitch, and he smiles into your mouth. "Sensitive?"
"Please, don't fucking tease meā¦" You practically beg.
And with one kiss to the side of your mouth, he begins running his fingers through your folds. You sigh out, forehead falling onto his, hips grinding absentmindedly. His breath shudders at the feel of how ready you are.
He rubs around your entrance before finally pressing in slowly with one finger. You let out a soft sound as you clench around it. A curse falls out of his mouth as he moves it in a come-hither motion. The one you'd taught him when he'd first tried this over a year ago.
He then brings his thumb to your clit, and your breathing gets heavier as you shut your eyes and feel.
His crooked finger inside you hits just the right spot. You love his fingers. He thinks they look mangled, wrong. You think they're fucking amazing. They're his. And anything of his is absolutely perfect.
"Mmā¦ feelsā¦ s'goodā¦" You hum, feeling his eyes on your face even if your eyes are closed. He loves looking at you in moments like this.
You bite your lip as your muscles tighten and relax over and over. It feels amazing, but this won't get you over that edge. Jason knows that.
"What do you need? Just ask meā¦" His voice is quieter than before, almost shy. His fingers, however, are the opposite as he adds another one inside, curling against that spongy spot that feels so so good.
You shake your head. "Don'tā¦ don't want t-toā¦ make youā¦ mphhā¦ feel like you have to do anyth-thingā¦ fuckā¦"
His hand stops, and you whine.
"Please just ask me."
Your eyes open at that. It's like he wants you to ask. Like really wants you to ask.
You take in his face, as per usual. His cheeks are flushed. Chest rising and falling.
Your forehead presses further against his as you whisper. "I want you to fuck meā¦"
He lets out a long exhale and nods. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You say pathetically quickly.
He retracts his fingers as he shifts over you, then sits back on his heels to take his t-shirt off, sheets now completely off you, cold air of the room hitting your naked body. He used to hate being shirtless in front of you. But there was one time when you kissed every single scar on his body, and he's never felt insecure about them around you ever since. Next, he shimmies off his boxers, and he's completely bare in front of you.
You take each other in. Him staring at your face, your body. You do the same.
He leans back over you, not bothering to bring the sheets back up around you both.
You reach down in between your bodies and softly grip his cock.
It's so fucking hard; all you can do is smile.
He lets out a sharp exhale, a nervous chuckle: "Told you I missed you." You chuckle too as he leans in to kiss you. He pulls back between kisses to whisper. "You good?"
You nod and keep kissing him with fervour, sloppily chaotic, fueled by the need you have for him.
As he's kissing you, your hand starts pumping him softly, which earns you a groan. Then you position him right at your entrance, and he shudders.
He pulls back from your face, watching closely as he slowly presses in. Your mouths fall open, each with your own noise as your hand comes up to his shoulder to squeeze him through the feeling.
When he's gone for so long, sometimes it takes a minute to get used to him again.
He keeps pressing into you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.
"S'okayā¦ m'okayā¦" You manage, and he presses all the way.
He's still then. Head falling against yours as you can see his eyes squeezed shut. You breathe through the feeling of how big he is and smile faintly.
He takes a few seconds before he pulls his hips back and rolls them forward again slowly. His eyes shut the whole time. Your hand moves from his shoulder to his hair to give a little tug and a scratch you know he likes.
He makes a low noise at that: "Fuckā¦ keep doin' thatā¦"
God, his accent. Always comes out when he's unguarded.
You keep tugging lightly at his hair, nothing too much. He doesn't like mixing pain and pleasure after what he's been through.
His hips speed up slightly, and he opens his eyes. Gaze boring into yours. His eyes flit down to your breasts for a second but then are straight back on your face. You know he likes looking at them but feels weird about it. Like there's some level of objectification to it.
"Y-youā¦ can look, Jasonā¦" You say as a gasp abruptly surprises you when he hits that spot inside. The spot further back than where his fingers could reach.
He looks down at your chest, bare, bouncing softly. One of his hands moves from beside your head to play with one of the hardened points of your tits. You gasp again at the feeling. His hips move a little faster with every noise that escapes from you.
His eyes then fall to where you're connected. How big he is compared to you. Turns him on.
A loud groan falls from him as his eyes snap to yours. His hand moves from your chest to find your hand that isn't in his hair and interlock fingers.
He's close. You know he is.
His free hand that isn't holding yours goes down to your clit, like you'd told him a while ago that sometimes him fucking you just wasn't enough to get you over that cliff. He starts circling, and you writhe at the feeling. His hips fast, circles faster. Your back arches of the bed for the second time tonight.
"Mmā¦ b-babyā¦ not g'nnaā¦ lastā¦" He says desperately. Hips moving erratically now.
"Comeā¦ w-with meā¦ oh fuckā"
And that coil snaps for you. Eyes on his face as your mouth falls open with a wordless cry as all your muscles spasm and clench around him.
His eyes are on your expression as you feel his pace falter.
"M'fuckā¦ co-comingā¦" He mutters as he goes to hide in your neck. You take your hand out of his hair, still overcome with pleasure and grab his chin, forcing him to stay looking at you.
"Eyesā¦ o-on'me.. mphfuckā¦" You splutter as he almost looks pained. Like looking at you whilst reaching his high is a new type of vulnerability.
But then he nods, and his eyes slam shut before opening again, eyebrows furrowed, mouth open wide as a loud, deep moan escapes him. A noise you've never heard from him. His hand squeezes yours painfully hard, but you squeeze back, a reminder that you're here with him. His hips stutter and buck irregularly as he comes. Gaze locked with yours the whole time. He starts to gasp for air as his head drops forward slightly, but you force his chin back up straight so you can see what's happening across his features.
"B-baby, Godā¦" He has a sharp, shaky inhale as he finally stops his hips from moving.
And he's shaking. Literally shaking. He looks so overwhelmed. You let go of his chin, and he takes that as a signal to just collapse onto you. Hugging you with his full weight, burying his neck in the curve of your shoulder like he wanted to moments ago.
Sex is never a light thing for Jason. It's deep. It's connection.
You hug him back, hand leaving his to start running up and down his spine whilst the other is still in his hair, stroking through the damp strands at his scalp, now water from the shower combined with sweat.
He shivers slightly. "Fuck."
You hum softly, "You okay?"
He nods into your shoulder, "Mhm. Justā¦ need a second."
So you give him as long as he needs, stroking his back, his hair.
A few minutes later, he leans back and pulls out of you.
"Pleaseā¦ please tell me you're still on birth controlā¦"
You smile at him, "Yeah, of course."
He exhales, relieved, reaching a hand down to the foot of the bed, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up over both of you. He's still shaking. You can see it.
Jason brings you close to him, your head now on his chest as you both catch your breath.
His body is still vibrating. So you ask one more time: "You sure you're okay?"
He sighs; you look up at him, but he's staring at the ceiling, so it's hard to see his face. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him properly. He meets your eyes.
"Freaks me out when things are so good." He sounds scared, like being honest is terrifying. "Just waiting for shit to go wrong, I guess. Occupational hazard." He lets out a dry huff of air at that.
You frown. "You're allowed good things without a price, Jason."
"I know that now. I know that logically, I mean." He says defensively. "Look, I love this. Doing this with you isā¦ fucking amazing. Feelsā¦ unbelieveableā¦"
You wait a second for him to continue. When he doesn't, you urge him on.
"Butā¦" You elongate the syllable playfully in hopes of lightening the mood just a little.
"But," He starts, "Every time we do thisā¦ I feel exposed inā¦ a really, really intense way? Like... intense to the point where I'm not sure it's normal? I'm not... fuck am I making sense?"
You look at him. "It's when you're at your most vulnerable. And vulnerability feels like dangerous territory for you."
His eyes land on yours, and he smiles. "You know me so well; it's honestly embarrassing for you." You nudge him and snuggle back down into his chest. "But you're right." He adds. "I'm justā¦ getting used to feelingā¦ vulnerable andā¦ feeling good instead of having to protect all my vital organs."
You exhale contentedly, but then realise what might've brought this up. You prop yourself up on an elbow again.
"You know I'd never, ever want you to do something you didn't really want to do?" You say firmly. He nods. "Because I'm more than happy with what you give me. Whatever it is."
"Yeah, but I want you to be able to ask me for things too."
"Like what?"
"Like if you wantā¦ meā¦ like that. Just ask." He shrugs, "Not saying it'll always be a yes, butā¦ I want to give you what you want too."
"Jason, you just said you're still learningā"
"Yeah, I know what I said." He says, frustrated at himself, because maybe he's not explaining himself right. "Just saying you don't have to walk on eggshells when it comes to fucking me."
You scoff at his phrasing, "Yeah?"
He nods. "You'reā¦ fixing me. I think. So, yeah. Just ask whenever."
"You never needed fixing, Jason." You lean forward and kiss him. And again. And again. Then you snuggle back into him for the final time. "Night, sex freak."
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 45
+18 MDNI
pt. 44 / pt. 46
summary: the calm before the storm (aka a smut chapter before the family dinner)
content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), VERY lewd conversations. reader being a horny menace. reader (and writer) is ovulating. p in v sex. doggy style. mentions of fingering. over stimulation. spanking. rough sex. praise. use of princess during sex. facial. cum eating. "punishment" but its sexy.
a/n: the horny demon possessed me for real with this one oooooh boy. part text convo and part classic writing. - taglist is closed!
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āMmmm fu-uck Andy!āĀ
Youāre on your hands and knees, on the edge of your bed. Popeās taking you from behind; thrusting into you roughly, the sounds of slapping skin filling the room. His fingers digging into your hips so hard, you can already feel the bruises forming.Ā
Heād already fingered you to two orgasms, back to back. Three of his thick, rough fingers bully into your slick, puffy pussy. His other hand harshly rubbing at your clit from side to side. Heād pushed you past the point of overstimulation; your body arching and squirming underneath him, but he wouldnāt relent.Ā
āYouāve been a bad girlā¦ā heād growled. āYouāre gonna take what I give you.āĀ
After heād torn your second orgasm from you, your cheeks tear stained and legs shaking, Pope moved you like a ragdoll. Positioning you onto your hands and knees, kneading and spreading the cheeks of your ass. Your body still humming; he wasted no time impaling you with his thick, hard cock, setting a brutal pace.Ā
āYou like driving me crazy?ā Pope drives in deeper, hitting the spongy spot inside you. āLike teasinā me while Iām on a job?ā he growls, punctuating each word with a thrust.Ā
You let out a high pitched whine, pussy clenching around him.Ā
Pope harshly slaps the meat of your ass, watching the flesh ripple from the impact.Ā
āAnswer me, princess.āĀ
āYe- oh fuck! Oh my god- yes!ā you say, a deep growl tearing from your throat. āLove teasinā you Andy.ā Your head falls forward as you rock your hips back, meeting his thrusting hips.Ā
Pope grips your hair tightly, pushing the side of your face against the mattress. The new angle pushing him even deeper inside you, leaving you breathless and drooling.Ā
You feel him so deep. In your stomach. In your throat.Ā
He fucks into you hard, slamming into your g-spot with every thrust.Ā
āThis what you wanted?ā Pope slaps your ass again, even harder. āWanted me to come home and fill you up?āĀ
āUh huhā¦ needed it so bad Andy.ā you nod frantically, cheek rubbing against your comforter.Ā
āBet you did, princess.ā Pope spanks your ass again, leaving behind a bright red hand print.Ā
You cry out, clenching around him like a vice.Ā
āGodā¦. youāre squeezinā me so tight princessā¦ā Pope groans, his voice cracking.Ā
āFuckinā this pussy so good Andyā¦.ā you whine, voice hoarse.Ā
Pope grunts, fucking into you harder. His balls slapping harshly against your clit with each thrust. The pace he sets is punishing. Your pussy already feeling sore, the ache between your thighs only adding to the pleasure. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, moans becoming breathier. Your fingers clutching the blanket underneath you tightly.Ā
āYou gonna cum, sweetie?ā Pope teases, thrusts unrelenting. āGonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?āĀ
āYe- UNGH! SHIT! Yes! Yes! Yes!ā you chant. A scream tearing your throat as your third orgasm crashes over you.Ā
Your body seizes, cunt clenching and fluttering. Rocking back against him, matching his now sloppy thrusts. Your orgasm is ripping through you; your toes curling, ears ringing, your eyes rolling back in your head. Shuddering and crying out as you gush around his cock.Ā
Pope works you through it, fucking into you slow. Holding up your body as your legs turn to jello.Ā
āThere you goā¦. Cumming so good for me sweetheart.ā Pope praises. āThatās my good girl.āĀ
āAndyā¦ love you so much.ā you whimper, voice coming out small.Ā
āLove you tooā¦ā Pope huffs, trying to catch his breath. āGet on your back for me, sweetie.āĀ
You nod your head dumbly, flopping onto your back. Youāre sleepy, eyes hooded and limbs loose.Ā
Pope straddles you, fisting his cock over your face.Ā
You stick your tongue out, a satisfied smile falling across your face.Ā
Pope whimpers, stomach muscles clenching. He strokes his cock quickly; white hot ropes shooting out across your tongue and face. A deep moan escaping him, hips bucking. You moan with him, loving the feeling of him marking you.Ā
āSo pretty like this princessā¦ā he sighs, cock slowly going soft in his hand.Ā
He glides his thumb through the mess he made on your face. Letting it collect on the pad of his thumb. He brings it to your mouth, running it across your cum covered tongue.Ā
You moan as you lick along his thumb, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking it clean.Ā
āFuck y/nā¦ā Pope groans, spent. āYou like your punishment?ā he chuckles.Ā
You nod your head lazily, giggling.
āI think I need to be a bad girl more often.ā you tease, feeling his cum start to cool against your skin.Ā
āLetās get you cleaned up sweetie.ā Pope laughs, smiling at you.Ā
Heās looking at you like youāre the most precious thing in the world. And to himā¦ you are.Ā
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