Really love the petplay ogilvie agenda you have, would love to also listen to him say “Please i’ll be good.” in that voice🫣
PETPLAY IS MY JAM OKAY
Usually as the pet but something about Ogilvie just SCREAMS well behaved little puppy. I wanna put some floppy ears on him real bad.
and GOD YES him hitting you with those pathetic pleading eyes and begging real pretty. Imagining him like begging to go down on you and you giving him a skeptical look like you're not sure he's up for the task and him giving you that "please i'll be good" desperate and breathless.
He'd be so eager and need a little guidance but once you get him doing something just the way he likes it, he's LOCKED in. even more so if you lock your fingers in his hair and give him some praise. "That's my good boy, just like that, Puppy."
GOD I need him on a leash real bad
There is an audio on tiktok where Hawks calls Endeavor 'Endaddy' and I just imagined Rennko hearing him say it a few times and using it herself. Of course it hits a little different when your cute intern is saying it.
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He looks at her, a slight angry blush on his face. "What did you just call me?"
Boldly she looks him right in the eye and repeats, "Endaddy."
His face gets even redder. "Where--"
She cuts him off before he can even get his question out. "I heard Hawks say it a few times so I figured I'd call you that too."
He groans "tch damn Hawks." He mutters to himself. "Don't repeat everything that idiot says."
"Oh.." she says quietly. "So you /don't/ like it when I call you Endaddy?" She asks innocently, batting her eyelashes as she looks up at him while bitting her lip.
'God damn her...' he thinks to himself, his hero suit suddenly getting a little tight.
Rennko glances down, just fast enough to catch the buldge growing in his uniform. It takes everything not to give a triumphant smirk. "
I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again I promise." She smiles before turning on her heel to leave, soft purple hair fanning out around her as she did so.
'Little bitch' he thinks as he watched her leave. Endeavor didn't buy that faux innocence for a second. He had half the mind to snatch her up and fuck her over his desk, but he knew better. The number one hero had to practice self control. But even as Number one, he was just a man, and for how long could one man resist the sirens call of this tempting younger woman.
Card Collecting || Adrian Chase/James Ogilvie/Reader
This is really self indulgent because I collect Pokemon cards, but I can't stop thinking about it.
The Three of you all collect cards and share what you pull.
By the three of you I mean mostly You and James.
Adrian has an Orange binder full of Infernape cards and nothing else. Yes he has multiples of the same card. Yes he is very proud. Anytime you go to card shows or card stores, you always grab him whatever they have of the pokemon
You just collect your favourites and anything with pretty art. You'd considered doing a binder for the pokedex of the first four gens but are real lax and casual about hunting for the cards you need to complete it.
James is certifiably insane and likes to do master sets. On the shared bookshelf in your living room, there are multiple binders of the sets hes finished and are working on. Since he's the most dedicated of the three of you, you always let him know when you happen to come across restocks.
Something about Adrian always getting the best pulls despite not caring for whatever he gets makes some kind of sense
Most of the money you spend on buying cards is cash you've swiped from Adrian's 'dirty money' stash that he refuses to touch.
Which brings me to what i really wanted to write about.
You and Adrian go grocery shopping for the house while James is working. Of course you get massivly lucky and catch a restock at the grocery store.
It's like you were the first to see it because there was so much on the shelves, meaning it hadnt been combed over yet.
Looking at some of the sets though, you couldn't remember which ones James were focused on.
"Adrian do you know if James has started Ascended Heroes or is he still trying to finish Prismatic?" You hold two products in your hands, weighing your options. It wouldn't be an issue to get both but you'd rather know for sure.
Adrian shrugs. "I honestly stopped keeping track since none of these bogus sets have had the best pokemon ever, infernape, in them."
You think for a moment longer and as youre doing so, someone walks up, gives the two of you a sideways glance, and then stacks three ETBs in their cart before quickly shuffling away.
You toss them both of what you have in your hands into your cart before grabbing another thing for yourself. Setting them so they are standing up in the child seat of the cart, you take a picture of what you grabbed and send it to James with message that reads "Did you want me to get these for you?" as the caption. You go to continue shopping and add a new message after new message to your text thread, waiting for him to answer.
Meanwhile in The Pitt
For the past thirty minutes, James phone has been going off almost nonstop. The first time he was with a patient and actively ignored it. The time after that, trying to proofread the chart he had created using Dr. Al-Hashimi's AI Charting app. When the constant vibrating finally got to him, there was thankfully a brief lull in cases and patient demands, so he snuck off to the bathroom to check his phone.
Seeing your sting of texts was almost laughable. Since he had a moment, he decided to facetime you.
"Jaaaaames" You squeak with excitement the second his face came into view. "Babe, did you get my messages?! Did you want me to get these for you?"
James smiles and laughs a bit.
"Yeah i got them, all twelve of them."
"There were only five, I was keeping track!" Adrian cuts in from over your shoulder.
"But yes please get them. I haven't started Acending yet but after todays shift, ripping some packs would be a great way to end the night." He responds.
"Nice Nice Nice. Anything else you want me to get while we're at the store? Since I already have you here."
You watch as he rubs the back of his neck, thinking about the question.
"Not anything off the top of my head." He says slowly, as if the words are being formed as he's thinking about it. "If I change my mind I'll probably just get it myself on the way home."
You wrap up the call, Adrian shoving his face back into the frame just in time to get his "byeeeee" in.
And of course after James returns from his shift, you all sit around the coffee table and open what you bought.
Much to everyone's suprise, Adrian pulls the Gold Mega Dragonite card which leaves you and James in a state of shock.
"I mean its nice but its still not Infernape so," he shrugs.
Since I've been seeing people make crack ships on Twitter, I'm throwing my hat into the ring withJames Ogilvie from The Pitt and Adrian Chase/Vigilante from Peacemaker 🥴🤪
My vision here is they're roommates.
Adrian goes out and does his vigilante thing and comes home just early enough for James to patch him up before going to his shift at the ER
they talk crazy to each other in a way that only two autistic men could LMFAO
One of James' first patients when he goes into work is someone talking about how he was "attacked" by someone fitting Adrian's description and barely made it away.
Ofc James calls Adrian and gives him shit about it later 🤣
Hannibal being the best psychiatrist ever by sitting you in his lap and fucking you with his fingers until you cum when you tell him how stressed and overwhelmed you've been lately.
Because obviously the best remedy for that is a good orgasm.
I have a bruise on my arm from walking into a shelf and it hurts but because I'm a degenerate I cants stop thinking about like
Kylo grabbing you by the arm in a casual manhandling type way and putting pressure on the sore spot and, while truely unintentional, him being amused by your reaction. Flinching back from the pain but still caught in the state of arousal.
"Be careful, that hurts" You whine, pulling back slightly.
His grip doesn't let up
"Does it?" He says thoughtfully, as if he doesn't believe you. He runs his thumb over the spot, soothing it you think, before pressing on it again.
You whine his name as you twist in his grip again.
"I don't believe you're being honest with me... Or yourself"
"Does it really hurt?" He asks.
You shift as much as you can, turning your head from him. "It does.." you say quietly.
Suddenly he grabs your chin with his free hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. "But?" He continues for you.
You release a breath your didn't realize you were holding, his eyes breaking you of any bit of resolve you thought you had. "I.." you open and close your mouth, trying to get your words out.
"You like it, don't you?" Kylo asks, a knowing smirk forming in his face as he presses on the bruise again.
"Yesss." You whine, mildly embarrassed.
He chuckles to himself. "It's cute that you still think you can hide your desires from me."
He then pulls you closer to kiss you aggressively, all the while aggravating the sore spot on your arm.
There is no explanation for this other than I really want Kylo Ren to step on me.
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"You take my fondness for you as a sign of weakness?" Kylo growls as he stalks toward you making you shuffle backwards.
"Make no mistake," He throws his hand out, causing an invisible force to snake around your legs and pull. The movement causes you to end up flat on your back and before you could even roll over to your stomach to reorrient yourself, he's standing over you.
The heavy footfalls of Kylo's thick boots make the floor rumble in a way that goes straight to your core. Positioned with Kylo caging you from above, you watch as his boots move closer to your head before looking up him.
The wild look in his eyes excites you in a way that it shouldn't. Kylo slams one foot right next to your head making you flinch slightly.
The other foot is placed right in the center of your chest and he slowly leans into it, letting his weight rest on you.
"I can, and I will, end your life without a second thought if you choose to defy me like that again." Kylo presses harder on your chest, the dull ache blooming into actual pain. "Am I understood?"
A whine escapes your lips as you nod frantically, thighs pressing together as the pain from Kylo pressing on your chest turns to pleasure. Anyone else would be fighting to get from under him, but all you could think about as Kylo threatened you was how to get /under/ him.
"I can't /hear/ you." Kylo growls through clenched teeth, shifting his foot so that the heel of his boot grinds into your skin.
"Yes!" You choke out quickly. "Yes, I understand Kylo, please." You hate how desperate you sound.
"Good." Kylo states as he rights himself, stepping off your chest. He looks you over as he steps back, now fully aware of how your body betrays you and gives a sinister smirk that makes your heart flutter.
"Absolutely disgusting." He says before turning to leave, black cloak bellowing behind him as he leaves you, writhing and wanting, on the cold floor.
A/N: I’m not really sure what warnings to put on this, I never do. There is some fairly aggressive force choking and uhhh Kylo gets really emotional. Otherwise some fairly tame powerplay type stuff and uhh degradation. Maybe near-death experiences just to be safe. A tiny sprinkling of angst and a tiny bit of fluff; sugar and spice. Slap on a long drawn out orgasm and my fairly inconsistent pacing and you’ve got a decent fic on your hands.
This is an idea that I’ve had floating around in my head for a while so it was nice to finally get it down. Hope y’all enjoy!
"I want to hear you say it." Kylo growled into your ear.
You whined, shaking your head as you covered your face from embarrassment. Suddenly you felt like it was a mistake to leave him alone with AO3 open. Every saved fic, every sick and depraved fantasy you've had of him was suddenly open to him and he was taking full advantage of it. As if he needed the help.
"No?" He said in a deceptively soft voice. "I understand, perhaps I should stop then." Pushing himself up, he pulled out of you, settling back onto his knees. Kneeling above you, he began stroking his cock, eyes locked on yours.
"No no no Kylo, please." You practically sobbed from the loss of contact. He knew you were too wound up to just let him stop now. He knew you would give him what he wanted. And he was right.
"You know what I want. And I know what you want. How about you stop playing this game with me and just give in." He paused only to let out a deep groan as his hand stuttered over his cock. "Before I make myself cum." The sound of his voice seemed to send shockwaves through your body and you wondered if it was a Force trick. You always forgot he still had those abilities until he showed them off.
Gods you hated this. Fucking smug asshole.
"Say it. I can practically feel it on the tip of your tongue; Just let go."
"Please, Supreme Leader." You finally said.
Kylo gave a smug look that hinted all too well at those Solo genes of his. He leaned forward and placed one hand on your side while the other stayed on his cock. The way he towered over you made your size difference all too apparent and again you found yourself cursing your Fic history.
"What was that? I don't think I heard you." He taunted as you could feel him position himself over your cunt. With the slightest thrust of his hips, you could feel the head of his cock rub against your clit. Desperately you tried to move your hips with his, but the second you managed to get some good friction going you felt an invisible force holding you still causing you to whine again.
"None of that, not until I hear you. Say it like you mean it." He was really dragging this out, making sure you were fully aware of the power he had over you.
"Fuck," You exclaimed. "Please Supreme Leader fuck me please god damn you fucking asshole." The words came as one long, loud demand; the annoyed desperation apparent.
All at once, you felt his cock slam into you and his hand squeeze around your throat.
"Watch your mouth." Kylo growled.
In an attempt to hide any sign of your enjoyment, you bit your lip to hold back your whines, but that was near impossible. With each thrust Kylo made, you were pushed further into the mattress. Your entire bed frame was moving with such force you were sure that the supports would break or leave marks in the wall or both. Kylo made sure to pull every possible noise from your lips to claim as his victory over you.
"Look at you whining for me like a little slut." He ground out through clenched teeth. "What would your beloved General think if he saw you, heard you, his precious little kitten." Kylo taunted really driving things home.
"Fuck, that isn't fair." You complained.
"Fair? Don't fucking talk to me about what's fair." You knew you struck a nerve, a sudden fire flaring up in his eyes. "I'm who knows how far from my own galaxy, I have to put up with strange--fandom nonsense on a near daily basis. Your trash planet has made my [i]entire[/i] life into some joke," As his voice rose, you suddenly felt that invisible grip tighten on your throat to a point beyond your comfort.
A million thoughts ran through your mind in an instant. Was this really how you were going to go? Choked to death by Kylo Ren in a manner eerily similar to that of Padme and Anakin? All while being fucked? It was a wild thought for sure.
"And above all that--" He stopped speaking suddenly, cutting himself off. In an instant his entire demeanor changed. The fire once in his eyes was cooled by the waters of regret and what you could argue as homesickness. It was a look you had seen in him only twice before, that stupidly hot teary eyed, pouty-lipped look. If you weren't on the verge of passing out, you'd laugh about the fact that he was seriously about to cry during sex.
Almost as quickly as the look came, it vanished and with it the crushing force grip on your throat.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. A moment of understanding, which, while you were glad to have, you still had his hard cock inside of you and it was mildly distracting you from being the emotional support he needed in that exact moment.
"You're such a needy slut." Kylo said with a laugh, and as if nothing had even happened, he started to fuck you again. Though his thrusts were still very deliberate and still had a certain amount of force to them, the entire mood was different. The emotional bond that was inadvertently bridged made things softer, as cliche as that sounded.
Your orgasm seemed to sneak up on you. One perfectly timed thrust made Kylo's cock hit you in just the right way that made your entire body tense. A sharp whine passed your lips as you clenched around his length and waves of pleasure washed over you like the slow waves of a calm sea. It was admittedly anticlimactic, given the intense build up, but still just as satisfying.
In your euphoria, you almost didn't notice Kylo slowing to a near stop. You clenched around him as if you were trying to hold him inside of you.
"You aren't going to cum for me?" You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. After all this, you couldn't just let him go unfinished. At this point he had definitely earned the right. "What good am I to my Supreme Leader if I can't make him cum?" With those words, you pushed him over so that you could get on top of him.
You placed your hands flat on chest as you began to ride him, slowly at first, searching for the perfect rhythm. Once you found it though, you really went for it. You could feel his muscles tense under your hands as you rode him. He said nothing but you could see it on his face that he was close. Speeding up your pace, you were eager to see this through to the end and in an experimentive gesture, you pinched his nipples. The look of confusion he gave you quickly turned to one of completion as he thrust into you and came.
With a lazy, satisfied smile you pulled off of him and collapsed at Kylo's side and in a slightly uncharacteristic gesture, he used the force to throw the comforter over the two of you.
"Next time, use your hand." Your voice finally broke the uncomfortable silence that seemed to last way too long. He gave you a look of confusion. "When you choke me, next time use your hand." You demonstrated the motion on him, your fingers brushing over the scar from his fight on Starkiller.
"What, so I can give your colleagues more reason to give me weird looks?" He scoffed.
"Okay first of all, colleagues makes it sound like I work somewhere important, just say coworkers. And no so I can make things weird by telling people how I enjoyed it when they come at me with questions of concern." You laughed. Kylo cracked a small smile, which is exactly what you were looking for. He never smiled enough and you always made it a point to try and fix that.
There was a moment of awkward silence between you after that as you contemplated addressing the other elephant in the room.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked.
“No.”
Honestly, you didn’t expect any other answer but you at least wanted to make an attempt. Canon had lead you to believe that this man had gone years with having his feelings ignored and you wanted him to know that that didn’t have to be the case anymore. That it was okay for him to open up if he needed to. Though you wanted to leave things at that and respect his answer, you simply wanted one final question answered.
”Do you miss her?”You broadcasted the thought as loud as you imagined you could, hoping he would give you an answer.
Simply he stated, “Yes.”
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A/N: I want to make it PAINFULLY CLEAR that he’s talking about missing his MOTHER.
