(First time writing in a while holyyy. Anyways this is just mainly me rambling cause everyone ik is offline and a certain app I use is down so I can’t beat my meat)
This is all unchecked.
It’s not often when this big ass man(writing for Brian Thomas (hc that he’s just a big guy),Jason Todd ,AND Captain Jonathan "John" Price) gets to be a submissive bottom but when he does? Absolute pillow princess(Pillow Princess? Prince? Pillow King? Queen? Idk I’m a loser virgin I don’t know these terms) idk like something something you said you wanted to take over for the night so he finally agrees because he wants to please you but his body is too tired to move cause he just got back from a mission. Either you work him open and peg him, you give him head, or ride him, he doesn’t care, as long as he can get you off (himself too as a bonus or something it’s all about what you want) anyways he really just does it so you can get off.
Life when I’m lowkey trying to beat my shit on the smut tags only to find actual fanfic chapters instead, which force me to read them cuz I’ll never know the context for why on gods green earth I’m cracking in a submarine with Jason Peter Todd while Homelander and Omniman are watching, John Price and Hugh Morris driving in the front (either that or there’s no smut at all)
content: SMUT MDNI, fingering, cockwarming lol, age gap, military inaccuracies, fem!reader
This was your favourite thing to do - surprise John at work. Technically, you weren’t really supposed to be on base. No unauthorised civilians were, but somehow you always managed to get in. Maybe it was the way you batted your eyelashes at the guards. More likely it was the fear of what Captian Price would do to them if they upset you.
You strut through the halls, pushing open the door to John’s office without knocking. Luckily, he’s alone. His eyes flick up to you and he sighs, a heavy sound filled with amusement at your audacity. “What’re you doing here, love?”
“Can’t a girl want to see her boyfriend?” You say the words innocently enough, but the way you walk around his desk is anything but. Your hips sway, your dress riding up your thighs. John groans knowing he won’t be getting much more work done today, reaching out to squeeze your hips and haul you into his lap.
His hands move to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh under his fingertips. He slides them up, tutting when his knuckles brush against your core. Exposed and already slick with arousal. “Really, sweetheart? No panties?” John chuckles, shaking his head at you. He presses his thumb against your clit, humming when you let out a small whine.
“So that’s why you came here. You been feeling needy, hmm?” He relishes in the way your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, his middle finger slipping inside your pussy and gently caressing your velvety walls. You mewl, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. “John… please…”
He moves his finger so fucking slowly, in and out, driving you insane with each drag and flick of his wrist. He smirks up at you, raising an eyebrow. “What? Be a big girl and use your words for me, baby.” His voice is low and delicious.
Christ, it drives you crazy when he speaks to you like that. The blush on your cheeks darkens and spreads down your neck as you mumble quietly, “Need you, John… please…” John knows he can drag this out more and make you really beg for him, but his dick is already hard in his pants. He doesn’t want to wait any longer.
He pulls his finger from you and within a few seconds, he’s got his belt open and his cock out. It’s heavy in his hand, ready for you. You bite your lip at the sight, wiggling your hips in anticipation and impatience. John steadies you with a hand on your hip, his other moving to your face. His fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. “You move your hips and I’ll get Ghost to take you home. Understand?”
You nod immediately. “Good girl.” John hums, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. The kind of kiss that makes your stomach flip. While he kisses you, his hands grip your hips and move you over his cock. Slowly, he pushes you down and fills you up just right. You moan into his mouth, your hands squeezing his shoulders.
“There we go…” John hisses out, trying not to thrust up into you. You just feel too damn good wrapped around him. But he’s a Captain - he has control. So he doesn’t move, his fingers flexing around your hips for a few moments before he speaks again. “Happy now, sweetheart?”
You nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck. This is what you wanted, what you needed. Him. Your man, filling you up and keeping you happy. You feel his hands drift from your hips. One runs up and down your back while the other picks up his pen to get back to his paperwork.
You’re content to sit on his cock like this while he works, fighting all your instincts to roll your hips. You know you have to wait and be patient.
You know that when John finishes whatever he’s working on, he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!lantern!reader, reader is also an alien ( improper use of her tail ), kyle’s a little dorky, oral sex ( m!receiving ), kyle whimpers it’s canon bc i said so, praise kink, anal play ( him! ), slight overstimulation, cum swallowing, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act two [ road head ]
Kyle was trying desperately not to bite down on the fleshy webbing between his thumb and forefinger— it was a childish reaction to the way you were making him feel, but the alternative was a sharp whimper that was already dribbling free. “Mn— fffuc—“ he can’t help it. he bites down on his palm, his other hand on the glowing, green steering wheel. it was all for show, of course. the construct Cadillac could drive itself, there was no need for him to navigate through the speckled, black sector of space that was nearly void of any intergalactic traffic. but there was a certain eroticism to this that he couldn’t help but sink into the fantasy. you were splayed across his lap from the passenger seat, your head bobbing at a wickedly slow pace. he would be lying if he said he didn’t consider resting his palm on the top of your head, instead, giving you a light and encouraging spur to suck him faster and harder. you were too skillful, and that was exactly the problem. the slower you moved, the more he could feel the undulations of your long, serpentine tongue as it wallowed against his throbbing length, and the fluttering of the split end as you flicked at his slit.
the way your face is angled, your sparkling eyes that seemed to go on for eons and eons stare up at him, it sparks a wild need for desire in his usually crystalline gaze. his pupils are blown out with lust. with one, fluid motion, you pull yourself back, his engorged tip slipping free from the confines of your warm, wet mouth with a sticky pop, and you purr, amused to see him so flustered. “You said you’ve fantasized about this, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?”
Kyle sucked in a breath when he could no longer take the pressure of his own teeth against his skin, and pried his hand out from between them, nodding, but his shoulders knit up when he feels the tickle of your long, slender tail snaking up the inside of his thigh. “So many times… since I first got my driver’s license, heh…” he let out a nervous breath of a chuckle. his eyes flit to watch the way it writhes, before coiling where his cock meets his groin.
but you were still staring. with large, unblinking, questioning eyes. you almost looked as if you had no control over the naughty tendril, but he knew that you did. “What’s a driver’s license?” you repeat the term, foreign on your tongue, much unlike the taste of his precum that was now oozing in tight, little pearls from his slit. you wanted to taste it again, licking your lips as your gaze slowly lowers to watch, all the while, your tail wraps and wraps, entangling his shaft and sack in a warm, constricting bundle that had him whining and squirming in his seat, cursing under his breath.
he couldn’t take you staring at his throbbing, eager cock with your couplet parted and shiny, not when he knew the warmth— the nirvana that was just beyond that plushy threshold. the way your tail simultaneously milks his dick and toys with his balls only adds fuel to his already raging flame. “D-doesn’t matter,” he utters, gripping the steering wheel for dear life, until his knuckles ached. “ssshit, baby,” with his free hand coming down on the top of your head, fingers gliding between your tender antennae, he grips one and elicits a startled yelp from you, but he can’t think straight enough to apologize, yet. “Suck me again. Please.” he’s eager and wanton, pushing your head down, needing to feel the sensation of being enveloped in your perfect mouth once more, and you’re all too happy to oblige. you hollow your cheeks, creating a vacuum that sucks him in, and traps him there, and he bellows out a happy moan upon throwing his head back. “Fuck, yes…!” Kyle’s voice was trembling, his thumb rubbing the base of your thin, stalked antenna at the crown of your head, as if soothing the sting of him gripping it before. “Your mouth feels so good, uh…”
was he this desperate because he’d been lacking physical touch for months at a time, patrolling a lonely sector? or did you simply bring this out in him?
you supposed it didn’t matter, not really. pride swells in your chest, causes your heart to thump harder. you want to make him even needier. you wanted to see his face contort, watch his toned body writhe in torturous ecstasy against your ministrations.
the bulbous end of your tail begins to slither underneath his balls, where globs of your spit and his pre coats his taint. with the lightest touch, the very tip of the rounded muscle presses to it, smearing the slick further, worming between his ass cheeks and prodding his puckered hole.
the fleshy rope tightens its hold on his package, and you swirl your tongue in maddening circles around and around his tip, the thin and flicking points of it teasing his sensitive frenulum. he’s on the brink of pure euphoric insanity, pushing at your head with one hand, bracing his feet hard against the glowing floorboard, while his tense body bucks upwards, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your obedient mouth. he didn’t even seem to notice that you were teasing his back door, prodding the tight ring until the knob on the end of your tail could stretch it open enough and slide in.
“Oh, fff—!”
the sound Kyle makes is shock, and awe at how good it feels. his head rolls on his shoulders as if not fully attached, and he warbles around, helplessly trapped in your barrage of pleasure. moans spill out of his open mouth, sweat beading and sticking his raven bangs to his tan foreskin as he combats the intensity. “I— I can’t, oh fuck, oh shit, baby, I—“ you take his inability to articulate a coherent sentence as both a compliment and encouragement, and your tail, slick with the cocktail your bodies create, pistons at a shallow, slow pace, punching against the peculiar knot of spongy nerves that you found within him. your hands slide up his thighs, over his abs, and up towards his chest. your destination was his nipples. you pinch and roll them between your svelte, soft fingers, but for only a moment before Kyle shudders, and both hands immediately flee to grab yours. “I’m gonna cum,” he pants, and presses his palms flush to yours, “gonna cum, gonna— cum—“ it’s as if that’s all he could say, because that’s all he could think about. his primal instinct, the base and all-too animalistic drive to release had overtaken his brain. his thick fingers interlace with yours as he holds your hands, his head dropping back and his chest heaving. if he hadn’t been gripping your hands so tightly, his hands might’ve even shook.
with what little control of his muscles he had left, he rocked upwards against your mouth, riding his orgasm until he couldn’t go any further, croaking your name amidst the ragged breath and fervent slick skin colliding. his cock twitches in your mouth, before he empties down your throat. your eyelashes flutter upon feeling and tasting his load filling your mouth for the first time, and you look up at him as rope after rope begins to swell your cheeks, and eventually dribbles out against the sides of his cock, bubbling and frosting what few inches were not stuffed in your mouth. a few splatters even mark the holo floorboard by his feet, and he pants, rolling his head around the head rest. “Mm…nnn…” pursing his lips together, the sound vibrates them.
finally, when you felt he’s had enough, your tail unplugs him, and releases him from the bondage, and you pull yourself up to sit on his thigh. his spunk was still drooling from your lips, but you’d swallowed what you were able to keep in your mouth. the rest, you didn’t mind so much discarded, as it soaked your front and left you painted a sticky, warm white that smelled of him.
“What other ‘fantasies’ have you had, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?” you inquire, eager to see how much more fun there was to have with him.
I kinda want to get back into writing again but like I feel kinda scared since I haven’t been like half asleep for anything recently and I got nothing interesting to write
How it feels to go through the #creepypasta smut tag and see nothing but Ben, Jeff, Ej, and Toby like plsss I am depraved from Brian, Tim, Slenderman, and literally any other creepypasta (excluding Offenderman fuck that guy and the children cuz ain’t no person worth living is about that life)
(This is all because I can’t explain how much I LOTHE that stupid fucking twink)(Toby)
(ALSO NO OFFENSE TO ANY WRITERS I LOVE THE WORK FOR THEM I JUST WISH WE GOT A LITTLE MORE CUZ IM DEPRAVED FROM BRIAN HOLDING A GUN AT READER AND BLOWING THEIR BACK OUT)
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