Warnings/Contains: Smut, semi-public sex, public sex, alleyway sex, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex, he calls you baby a few times.
WC: 1,326
Posted On: 01/07/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: MENLO PARK - Ayesha Erotica
Original Request:
I’d love to see some Hawks x reader content 👀👀
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @pixopix
Patrol was absolutely boring.
Keigo had been perched upon a random building for ten minutes, mindlessly scanning for any criminal activity. He was five hours into his patrol and so far it had only been petty crimes or people just trying to steal — everything was just so dreadfully boring.
His mind wandered off a little, thinking about the dangerous yet sweet villain who had attacked last week — you. Before the encounter, he heard rumours of a villain with some kind of psychokinesis power, of course, he didn't think it was true.
Then, he had an encounter with you one night, what started off as a fight amongst a crowd ended up with you riding his cock in an alleyway.
"God…" Keigo ran his hand through his hair, feeling quite embarrassed that such a short interaction could have such an impact on him. The hero flew down to the ground, taking a more closer approach to find anything. While he was walking, a couple of people had smiled or waved at him; a few people walked by him wearing hoodies or outfits that could easily disguise them. But they weren't doing anything harmful.
In particular, Keigo could feel a pair of eyes glaring in the back of his head. He turned around quickly and smiled a little, he recognised those eyes quickly.
"Y/N," he greeted quietly, jumping a little as you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into another alleyway. You were wearing a plain grey hoodie, sweatpants, and slides. "Oh hoh, nice outfit," he winked towards you, running a hand through those bright blond locks of his, "didn't think I wouldn't recognise you out of your usual outfit?"
You rolled yours eyes at him and squinted, "damn- ugh Hawks. This is absolutely pathetic of me, but I just- I can't get you out of my damn head," you gripped his wrist tighter, slamming him against the wall. He had that stupid smirk on his face, eyes twinkling at your confession.
"You feel the same way, huh?" he teased, letting you press him against the wall. You both knowingly looked at each other, feeling the growing erection between his pants, "can't get enough of how I made you squirt on me last time?"
Your eyes widened at his question, face heating up at his stupid words. "Shut- shut the fuck up, Hawks!" you hissed out, hands already squeezing his bulge, "I just- I need relief and I saw you on the streets…" Keigo raised an eyebrow at the confession.
"S'that why you're dressed like a hobo?"
"Shut the fuck up!" you squeezed his bulge again, making him whine out quietly, "I- my vibrator died so I was on the way to buy another one when I saw you walking around mindlessly like a headless chicken." Keigo blinked a couple of times before letting out a laugh.
"Oh, you're so cute, Y/N," he teased, moving his hands to your shoulders, "fine fine, I'll give you a couple of minutes of my time so that you can get off." His hands moved to his pants, unbuckling his belt to push his pants down a little, "in this alleyway? That fine?"
You groaned in relief, "thank fuck," you dragged him behind a dumpster, pulling your sweatpants and panties down, "should track you down more to have a nice fuck." Your words made Keigo blush a little — you were a very forward person.
"Well shit, Y/N," Keigo's eyes widened a little as you leaned back against the wall, arching your back to present yourself to him. Your pussy was glistening with arousal, which filled Keigo's nostrils strongly. "My God… is it my birthday or something?" he laughed to himself, using his thumb to spread your lips a little.
"Just- just fuck my already… jeez," you whined impatiently, covering your mouth with your hand as he used the middle and ring finger of his other hand to finger you. You were moaning in your hands shamefully now, enjoying the way he touched you like you were his.
Keigo grinned in excitement, "oh, what a pretty pussy indeed," he teased, curling his fingers to hit to the right spot. You squeaked into your hands again, eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensation. "You ready, baby? Want me to fuck you well?"
"Please- please, Hawks," you begged, hand flat against the brick wall.
"Mmm, since you beg so nicely…" Keigo pressed a kiss to the back of your head; he grabbed his cock, with the hand that was fingering you and slowly teased the tip towards your entrance. "That's it baby," he cooed as you whined out for him, "just relax…"
Slowly but surely, Keigo pushed his cock in her pussy slowly. "Oh fuck- fuck you're so wet," his head leaned forward, almost touching your shoulder as the both of you moaned. He waited a couple of minutes for the both of you adjusted before he started moving. Keigo would admit — you had a really wet and tight pussy that was just felt so addicting to him.
You gritted your teeth at the pressure of Keigo's cock in you. "This- this is better than any- nghh- dildo or vibrator I own," you confessed, letting out a low moan as he started to thrust at a regular pace. Keigo's grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly at the compliment, resting his forehead against the back of your head.
"Fuck- oh, baby… you're gonna get me addicted," Keigo confessed, letting out a particularly erotic moan near your ear as his pace accelerated. Your pussy was clenching around his cock and it was making the hero lose his mind. "Oh- oh fuck you feel so good. Best- ahhn- best pussy I've ever had, even if it did come from a villain."
You were going to cum already. It had only been a pathetic couple of minutes but fuck, could he fuck well. "Shit, I'm gonna cum already," you whined, letting out quiet moans as he started to fuck in you harder, "Hawks- oh fuck Hawks! Fuck me harder!"
"Keigo," he corrected, moving a hand to rub your clit with his thumb, "call me Keigo when you cum."
No way was he already giving you his real name already.
"'m gonna cum! Please please please, inside of me, Keigo!" you begged, "'m on the pill, please just cum in me!"
Your begging was just too cute to him. The way you pleaded for his cock, how you clenched around him — he was growing addicted. "Such a pretty woman, Y/N," he moaned in your ear, gasping out as his own orgasm loomed, "I'll- I'll be sure to fill this pretty pussy of yours. Ohhhh fuck fuck! Gonna cum!"
Keigo's wings ruffled as he orgasmed, biting down against your shoulder as he shot ropes of cum inside of you. At the same time, your own orgasm hit you hard, making your legs tremble.
The two of you stayed there for a couple of minutes, panting hard in each other's proximity.
"Oh, that's it baby," Keigo teased, finally pulling his cock out of you. He helped out and pulled your panties and sweatpants up and over your butt, fixing his own pants afterwards. "That feel good, baby?" he asked, rubbing your butt as you finally turned around to face him.
"Tch, it was fine," you mumbled under your breath, crossing your arms, "you better fuck me like that next time."
Keigo's eyes lit up a little at the mention of a 'next time.' "Next time?" he echoed, "hoh… I think I'll take you up on that offer, Y/N," he gave you a wink before fixing up his hair. "Seems that it's getting a little late. I need to get back on patrol, stay safe."
With that, the winged hero quietly flew up from the alleyway, getting back to his patrol. You just stared up at him as he went away, wondering when you'll encounter him again.
Summary: You and your husband have a bit of fun before his patrol.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, kissing, domestic bliss, praise, EATERRRRR SHOUTA, wholesome sex??, missionary position, doggy style, light spanking, multiple orgasms, sloppy kissing.
WC: 2,656
Posted On: 29/06/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @saradika-graphics
Five hours.
Shouta had at least five hours before he had to start patrol. Today had been hell, dealing with Class 1-A on an almost daily basis had been aging him rapidly — he swore that they were going to give him a heart attack at just 29.
The man shrugged his bag off to the couch, immediately relaxing at the smell of dinner being made. It was a Thursday, which meant his wife, you, was making some kind of western food tonight. Shouta quietly slipped into the kitchen, watching as you mixed a pot of whatever.
"Hi, dear," he greeted tiredly, wrapping his arms around your waist, peering over into the pot, "what is it tonight?"
Almost immediately, you leaned slightly into his touch, savouring the warm press of his lips against your neck. "Making beef stew," you replied, placing the wooden spoon against the grill of the stove to turn and face Shouta. He had a signature tired-look on his face, small smile on his face.
"Yeah?" the man pushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, "missed you a lot today, dear. The kids keep asking about you, looks like they weren't done talking to you when you came in last week to drop my lunch off." Shouta sighed and pulled you closer, breathing in your smell.
"Maybe I'll come in to visit," you hummed against him, lightly tracing his lower back with your nails, "sound good, baby? I'll stay for lunch." At your words, the man nodded slightly, face still buried in your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he pulled away.
"I'm gonna wash up. Dinner almost ready I presume?" he asked, hands just holding your waist. You nodded and kissed his nose.
"I'll have it all plated."
Shouta hesitantly moved and headed to the bathroom, freshening himself up for a couple of minutes. When he came back to the dining room, he saw the two bowls of stew on the table, alongside some warm, buttered bread on the side.
"Fuck…" he mumbled under his breath, "honey? I'm ready to eat." When he announced he was back, you walked in, taking off the apron you had on before and draping it over your chair.
"This looks so delicious," he complimented as the two of you sat down to eat.
Dinner was quiet like usual, the two of you making the occasional conversation about your day, the upcoming day, next week… it was nice.
By the time the two of you finished eating and the dishes were washed - Shouta insisting that you rested on the couch so that he could clean them - you were laid together in your shared bed. Shouta had you in his arms, pressing you tightly against his chest.
Nights like this were always the best, even if he would be out for most of it to patrol.
"Y/N…" he mumbled in the back of your head, his hand rested over you moving under your shirt to hold your stomach. "Gonna miss this pretty, warm body of yours while I patrol tonight," he leaned over to kiss your cheek, his long black hair cascading over your faces.
You turned just slightly to lay on your back, pressing your lips against his. Shouta's hand moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss as he moved over your body, trapping you under him. "Fuck… I'm supposed to be conserving energy before my patrol, not waste it," he complained against your lips, hands pressed against the bed on either side of your head.
"Gonna miss you a lot tonight, though," you smiled a little, cupping his face in return, "can't I spend some time in bed with my husband?"
Shouta could feel his cock pressing against his pants a bit painfully now at your question, "shit, Y/N, the things you do to me." He kissed you deeply once more before his lips moved down your face, kissing your jaw slightly before they ended up on your neck.
His hands moved down to your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His eyes met your breasts, making his breath hitch, "like what you see?" you teased, moving his hand over your breast.
Goosebumps prickled your entire body as his mouth made work of your neck. He bit down on especially sensitive areas, almost immediately soothing it with his lips and tongue. "Gonna fuck you all nice and hard, that way you'll have a good night's sleep without me," he muttered into your neck, looking up at you for a second before looking back down.
Almost immediately, Shouta made good work to cup and grope your chest, muttering to himself quietly at how soft and squishy they were.
"Could die like this," he sighed out, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth.
You were a quiet, moaning mess underneath him as his other hand made work to play with the other one between his fingers. He looked so calm with a breast in his mouth. "Khh- oh God, Shouta…" your hand ran through his hair, gripping the roots carefully as he switched breasts, playing with the other one now.
Much to your slight protesting, Shouta moved his mouth off of you to catch his breath. "You taste so delicious," he pressed another quick kiss to your chest before crawling down, "pass the pillow, baby. Let me take care of you."
You obeyed his instruction and handed him a pillow. Shouta lifted your hips a little with his free hand and placed the pillow under your lower back.
"Good girl," he pressed a kiss on your stomach before hooking his fingers under your waistband, pulling down your pants and panties down together, throwing them on the floor.
"There she is… my second favourite lady," Shouta moved your thighs on his shoulders, getting a better look at your puffy, wet pussy. You started to feel a little shy under his gaze; you two had been married for six years and dated three years before that, but you still felt so embarrassed being naked in front of him.
Shouta pressed one last kiss on your thigh, his hand moved forward. His finger moved one your labia lips to the side, getting a better look at your clenching, wet hole. "How pretty," he commented under his breath; his thumb on his other hand shifted to move your clitoral hood up.
The man leant forward and finally attached his mouth onto your pussy, tongue sliding up from your slit to your clit.
"Nngh… right there, Shouta," you whined out, knuckles almost white as he started to work his tongue on you. Getting head from him was probably one of the best experiences of your entire life.
At your praise, Shouta moved his mouth faster, practically making out with your pussy. His hands moved to your thighs now, gripping them tightly to pull your body closer to his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue and mouth was so soft against you but your ass was itchy at his scruffy chin scraping against you.
"Keep going- oh fuck- you're so good at this, Shou," your back arched while his tongue moved faster, eyes closed in bliss.
Shouta knew if you agreed, he'd have his face between your thighs every night.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing it at a faster pace to get you to cum sooner. It was working. Every one of his touches was overwhelming you and you were going to cum soon, Shouta could feel it too. "That's it, pretty lady," he moaned against your pussy, slurping at it at an embarrassingly loud volume, "cum for me, please."
Who were you to deny his request?
One particular suck of his mouth had sent you overboard. "Shh- shit shit shit!" you cursed out one last time before cumming on his mouth. Shouta slurped up whatever you were giving him, savouring the slightly bitter taste.
After a couple of seconds, he moved his face away from between your thighs and fuck — what a man. The lower part of his face was absolutely glistening, some of your cum smeared on his nose. "God, Shouta," you whined, laying your head flat on the bed, one arm over your eyes to hide your embarrassment.
"I know I'm not a usually messy person, Y/N," he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I hope you can forgive me for that."
Shouta leaned forward to kiss your lips and grabbed your arm to peel it away from your face.
"Let me make love to you now, please," he begged, keeping eye contact with you as he pulled off his shirt, pants, and boxers — thank God for hairy men. Your eyes broke contact as you looked right at his cock.
It was just so thick and pretty — at least six and a half inches and uncircumcised. "Like what you see?" he teased, leaning forward on his knees, pumping himself before pressing the head just at your entrance. You were just so absolutely entranced by him.
"Do I like it? I love it," you spread your legs for him a little, "can't believe that's all mine."
Shouta sighed out, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit to smear your cum on it. "'m all yours, Y/N, always," he confessed. He pressed a final kiss against your shoulder before slowly sinking himself entirely inside of you.
Both of you reacted instantly to the sensation.
Your hands moved under his to grip his shoulder blades, fingernails digging into the skin carefully. "Oh- oh fuck that's it, Shouta," you groaned, holding the man to you as he adjusted to your warmness.
"Feels so good, every single time," Shouta sighed out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "can't get over it…" After adjusting to your tightness, the man finally started to thrust his hips, hands fingered in your sprawled-out hair. The moans coming from both of your mouths were loud in each other's ears as his pace fastened.
Having Shouta so close to you like this during sex was everything you wanted and more.
"Oh- oh God, Y/N," he moaned in your ear particularly sultry as he felt your hole clenching around him. It had only been a couple minutes of him thrusting in you, but he already felt like he was going to cum already. He had the stamina for it, being a pro-hero and everything, but fuck, were you tight.
Shouta sat up straight on his knees, looking down at you from below. His hands gripped your thighs again, trying to thrust as deep as he could inside of you. The new angle felt much deeper this time, and more exposed as his eyes stared at every inch of your sweaty body.
"That's- ngh- that's it, pretty lady," he moaned out, "clench- clench around me. Gotta know how much of a good job I'm doing for you."
Your eyes were quite watery now as the sensation of your orgasm loomed over you. Shouta could feel it too and wanted to help you out, so he moved a hand to your clit, rubbing it desperately with two of his fingers. "SHIT! Oh fuckkk- fuck fuck Shouta," your voice cracked at his name, head throwing back against the pillows as your orgasm started to grow.
"Keep at it! Fuck!" your voice stopped entirely as you let out a final cry. The familiar coil in your tummy snapped as you came against Shouta's raw cock. He felt that you came on him, trying not to cum himself as your pussy spasmed around him.
"Fuck…" he groaned quietly, he pulled out of you and held your hips, "let me- let me from behind, baby." Once he saw you nod, still fucked-out from your recent orgasm, he turned your body around.
You were on your knees for him now, face resting on the pillow as your back arched, fat ass splayed in front of him. "What a pretty fucking sight," he complimented, holding his cock once again to slap against your ass momentarily.
"Gonna take me again, my love?" he asked, moaning at the overwhelming sensation of your dripping pussy. All you could answer with was with a pathetic groan. Shouta laughed a little at the response; his free hand held the swell of your ass, steadying himself as he finally pressed himself inside of you again.
The man immediately let out another loud moan, other hand gripping your hip tightly as he started to thrust in and out of you again.
The wet, sloppy noises your bodies made were extremely pornographic. If he could, Shouta would have had this all recorded for later use, but this was good for now.
"That's- that's it, baby," Shouta body loomed over yours, fucking you fast and hard. The new angle had him losing his mind once again, entranced by the plapping sound of your bodies meeting. Both of his hands were now holding your hips tightly.
His pelvis was hurting slightly at your body hitting his but he didn't care, the pleasure your pussy was giving him was numbing the pain. "What a fucking sight," Shouta growled, straightening his back to move a hand to your ass, spanking it a couple of times to get a reaction out of you.
Your face was practically buried in your pillow, holding it close to your face to muffle the pretty noises you were making. Why you kept doing that? Shouta would have no clue.
"Baby- shit- baby don't do that," he moved the hand on your ass to your hair, running through the strands to grab the roots carefully, and pulled your head back so that he could hear your fucked-out moans. "Let me hear the pretty- pretty noises you're making," he begged, thrusting growing more desperate.
The noises you were making were numbing Shouta's mind; everything you were doing was making him lose his mind. "Fuck- fuck I don't- ahhhn- I don't think I can last," he confessed, pulling your head back to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips.
Your tongue met his half-way, pressed up and sloshing against his.
The taste of your mouth, grip of your pussy around his cock, and the fucking overwhelming sensation of his balls slapping against your clit was bringing him over the edge. You were about to orgasm for a third time that night too.
"I love you," he cried against your mouth; he didn't expect you to say anything, but the way the corner of your mouth twitched upwards told him everything. One last final thrust was all it took for the both of you.
In an instant, the both of you came together. Shouta's warm, runny cum had painted your walls, dripping down towards your cervix, mixed with your own cum that was partially dripping out of your pussy. His hands let go of your head as the two of you collapsed, Shouta being careful not to crush you under his muscular body.
"Did so good for me tonight, baby…" he mumbled in your ear, pulling out of you to lay next to your spent body. His arm made its way under you, the other going over to pull you close to him; Shouta's arms were wrapped around you tightly, his face pressed in your hair and giving you soft kisses.
Your eyes were drooping already, feeling absolutely wasted
"Mmm… Shouta," you mumbled, indulging his clingy behaviour.
"I got you baby," he promised in your hair, keeping your body close to him, "let's… let's just sleep now. Then I'll go on patrol, okay?" He waited for a response, but noticed that your breathing had evened out.
Soon, Shouta's eyes grew heavy too and he eventually fell asleep, still keeping your body close to his as the two of you slept.
Summary: You catch Katsuki jerking off and help him.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, established relationship (MARRIAGE!!!!), masturbation, voyeurism, scent kink?, sub!Katsuki, praise kink, orgasm denial, dirty talk, fantasies, Katsuki begging, 'good boy' use, orgasm, a lot of 'fucks'.
WC: 1,933
Posted On: 14/06/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Thinking Of You - A Perfect Circle
Author's Note: Requests are now open since I'm done with uni for the semester!!
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @thecutestgrotto
Katsuki Bakugou was never the kind of guy to jerk off.
After he had gotten in a relationship with you in your second year of high school, his need for pleasure always happened to be you. He'd barge in and took what he want from you — with your consent, of course.
Then, once you two married three years after graduating, you two had sex a lot. Like a lot; nearly everyday.
He couldn't keep his hands off of you.
But tonight, you weren't at home. 'Stupid Pinky' had dragged you out to go clubbing with her tonight, not that he minded — you both knew you belonged to each other anyway.
Now, Katsuki was sitting on the couch uncomfortably, erection twitching through his black sweatpants as he tried to ignore the need. You left hours ago, but fuck, that short dress you were wearing had made him lose his mind the minute you walked out of your walk-in closet. The one he had custom-made for you.
"Stupid…" he growled to himself, adjusting his length through his pants, "am I fuckin' teenager or somethin'?" He could barely focus on the dumb, old pro-hero history documentary he had put on just to distract himself.
But every time he closed his eyes, he could only envision you. Your dumb face. Dumb smile.
Katsuki groaned once more and ran a hand through his hair, furrowing his eyebrows hard. "Khh- fuck- fuck this," he shot up from the couch, turning off the T.V. as quickly as possible, storming off to their bedroom. Curse his stupid wife for making him feel so horny without her there.
He pulled his pants down once he laid on his bed, getting comfortable on his back. He saw your shirt on your side of the bed and tensed up, he hurriedly grabbed it and brought it up to his nose. "Shit…" he groaned out in satisfaction, soaking in the scent of your musky shirt.
His hands shot to his throbbing cock, too needy to care about dry beating.
"Mm… F/N…" he let out a quiet groan, gripping his length, stroking it at a medium pace. He missed you, so damn much. Your tits looked absolutely perfect in that dress, the fuck-ass dress he bought you as a surprise.
The grip of his hand tightened, thoughts drifting to the sight of you under him the night before. He had a stressful patrol and just needed you under him. "Shittttt," Katsuki hissed, pushing his nose deeper into the shirt, sweaty palms soaking it a little.
"My perfect woman," his voice muffled by the shirt, "need- need you so fuckin' bad."
What he hadn't realised was that you had gotten home five minutes beforehand. You had quietly made your way home, leaving early from clubbing since you had a coffee date planned with Katsuki the next morning.
You slipped your heels off and placed them against the wall, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. What you had assumed was that Katsuki was already sleeping, since his Saturday bedtime was around 11pm; it was currently 1:34am.
However, there he was on your bed, sniffing the pyjama shirt that you had been wearing the night before, other hand fucking his fist. He was moaning pathetically, occasionally grunting out your name.
Your eyes widened at the sight; you had never seen him jerk off before and boy, was it incredible. Yeah, you could have said something. But it was too good not to watch for a little, so you did just that.
Katsuki was clueless to his wife watching.
His eyes were shut tight, hips pathetically thrusting in the air while imagining you. You being fucked by him. Your face as he ate you ate. Just you.
"G- Goddammit, F/N…" Katsuki choked out, throwing the shirt back to your side of the bed, using that spare hand to tightly grip the bedsheets. Your hands were placed gently against the doorframe, biting your lip as you tried not to make a sound.
But as soon as Katsuki had choked out your name loudly, you stepped through the door, face flushed with wide eyes, staring at him with need. "W- What the fuck!?" his voice cracked at the end of the sentence as you suddenly appeared.
Katsuki was suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Embarrassed he was caught.
Embarrassed he had been jerking off.
"D- Dammit, F/N!" he yelled defensively, covering himself with the blanket, whimpering as the material grazed his leaking tip. "When did- when did you get home?" he felt utterly pathetic.
You snorted, closing the door behind you gently, "about six minutes ago. Spent the last four watching you touch yourself," you answered honestly, smirking at him. "Don't stop on my account," you walked to the end of the bed, sitting crossed-legged in front of him.
Katsuki's eyes trailed down between your legs, damn soaked panties visible for him to see. "Fuck off," he muttered, "this was a Goddamn moment of weakness. Just- just fucking come here so I can pound your pussy for real."
You shook your head at his request though, resting the side of your face on your hand. "Didn't I just say 'don't stop', Katsuki?"
He gritted his teeth at your defiance but fuck, was it hot. "Fuck you…" he pulled the blanket away from his body, showing off his built, muscular body for you to see. "You better… better let me fuck you after this," he growled as his hands slowly trailed to his cock.
The both of you managed tense eye contact as Katsuki started to tug at his cock, thumb swiping the tip to spread his pre-cum. "Nhh… shit," he pant out.
Every touch and movement had suddenly felt ten times more sensitive with you watching.
Your eyes were boring holes through his as he started to jerk off again, you weren't even paying attention to his pathetic actions that you told him not to stop.
"Are- Are you gonn' watch?" he gritted, biting his bottom lip while his movements grew faster. "You fuckin' asked- asked for it, so watch."
You let out a gasp at his words; you finally looked down and holy shit — his cock was dark red and angry, pre-cum continuously dribbling out while he jerked off.
The image was permanently burned into your memory.
"Shit… what a fucking sight," you leaned forward to intensely stare at it now.
"What the- the fuck are you doing?" Katsuki let out a choked moan, feeling horrendously embarrassed - and turned on - by your intense watching.
"Watching my cock get jerked off," you replied.
The reply shot straight down to the base of his cock, squeezing it a bit harder this time. "Don't fuckin'- ohh- fuckin' say that, F/N," he begged pathetically.
He didn't know how much longer he could last anymore. He was turned on with you watching him that he felt like he was going to burst his load right then and there. You were truly the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"You look so good, Katsuki," you muttered, licking your lips as his breathing hitched. "You're so generous for letting me watch you touch yourself like this. You miss me that much, hm?"
Katsuki's moans choked in his throat. "Don't- don't fuckin' say shit like that…" he begged, his vermillion eyes rolling back, "you're- you're insane." He had never felt so pathetic in his life, he was always the one that teased, not you. But shit, he was kind of enjoying it.
"Aww, c'mon, Katsuki. It seems to me you like being ordered around like that," you chuckled, scooching closer to him as your knees slotted between his legs. Katsuki's heart pounded as you practically forced his legs open a little more.
"Fuck- ugh- fuck off!" he shouted while his hands still moved, "I'm gonna- gonna make you fuckin' regret teasin' me like- oh shit- like this!"
You just shook your head and laughed, hands resting on either side of his knees. "Just keep fucking going, Katsuki. Be a good boy and jerk off for me." Pleasure shot all throughout his body at your demanding words, he never knew he could feel so brainless before.
Is this what you felt like when he would say stuff like that to you?
"I'm gonna cum…" he confessed, head tilting back, making his skin glow under the bedroom lights. "Shit- shit fuck, F/N-" However, you cut off his orgasm shot as your hand shot to his wrist.
"Nuh uh, Katsuki," you warned, tearing the hand away from his cock. Katsuki's eyes widened, throwing his head forward with a pissed-off expression. Usually he was the one who cut off orgasms, but you? That was simply unfair.
"What the fuck!" he snapped, tears welling in his eyes as you made him stop. Well, it wasn't like he couldn't easily get out of your grip, but he liked you being this controlling. "Why'd you damn stop? I was about to fuckin'…"
You cut him off with a laugh, making him feel pathetic and small.
"The only way you're gonna be cumming tonight is by begging for it."
Katsuki blinked mindlessly at your words — are you fucking kidding him? "Ex-fucking-cuse me??" he barked. He was pissed. "I don't fuckin' beg. Not even for a fuckin' orgasm. Are you jokin'?!" However, you just shrugged and moved his hand off his cock.
"Fine then. If you don't want to cum you could have just said so…" you suddenly moved away from between his legs which made him suddenly whine. That noise made you stop and really look at his face; he was flushed red with lust and embarrassment, a sight you rarely saw.
"I- fine. Whatever…" he felt utterly defeated, like putty in your hands. "Please, F/N, let me cum… I'll be- God fucking dammit- I'll be a real good fuckin' boy if you let me."
There it was.
You moved comfortably back between his legs and smirked. You were cruel. "Be a good boy then and cum for me," you permitted, "I'll let you." Before you could finish off your words, Katsuki's hands flew back to his cock, fisting it fast and desperately.
"Yesyesyesyes! So fuckin' good… ughhh," Katsuki let out a loud moan, head thrown back against the headboard as he chased his orgasm. After only a few movements, his body shook in overwhelming pleasure.
Cum squirted out all over his torso, dripping down his abs and sides as his hand squeezed the tip to let more of the liquid dribble out. After a couple minutes of catching his breath, Katsuki cursed silently, staring down at the mess he had made.
Despite the many years of intimacy the two of you have had, he had never felt so pathetic before.
"Fuck you…" he gritted quietly, feeling shy under your overbearing watch.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" you leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips momentarily, "was that okay? did it feel good?"
Katsuki clicked his tongue, refusing to make eye contact with you while reaching the tissue box, grabbing handfuls of tissues to wipe his chest. "I'm gonna fuckin' wipe the bed with your stupid, smirking face," he promised as he cleaned himself up.
You helped him out and grabbed a couple tissues too to wipe up his abs, "Yeah? You promise?"
"I'm gonna fuckin' clean myself in the bathroom. You better be naked on the bed by the time I get back, otherwise, I'll do fucking worse to you."
HEYAA it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read any good Patrick stump x reader and I LOOVE your writing!!! May I please request best friends early tttyg era Patrick and fem reader go to a blink-182 concert cuz they’re her favourite band and then after he confesses his love for her and they kiss and it’s all cute and shit haha woah corny thank you so much ilyily🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡
(Btw I like how you’ve mentioned blink in so,e of your other Patrick fics it makes me feel very characterised)
Hi there!! I hope I can fulfill your need for Patrick fanfic.
Summary: Patrick and F/N go to a Blink-182 concert together.
Warnings/Contains: TTTYG!Patrick, fluff, friends to lovers
WC: 1,386
Posted On: 28/05/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: I'm Lost Without You - Blink-182
Author's Note: HELLOOOO EVERYONE!! I promise that I am alive. I am sooo sorry that I've been dead for nearly two months now. University and life has been kicking my ass; hopefully I will be uploading some fanfics coming soon from my requests, so enjoy this for now. Thank you all so much <3 Also, let's IGNORE that FOB was on this tour for a bit. For the sake of my sanity.
Original Request:
HEYAA it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read any good Patrick stump x reader and I LOOVE your writing!!! May I please request best friends early tttyg era Patrick and fem reader go to a blink-182 concert cuz they’re her favourite band and then after he confesses his love for her and they kiss and it’s all cute and shit haha woah corny thank you so much ilyily🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡
(Btw I like how you’ve mentioned blink in so,e of your other Patrick fics it makes me feel very characterised)
Divider by @himeblogging
F/N might have been the luckiest girl in the world.
Around five days ago, F/N had entered her town's local radio show giveaway for two tickets to Blink-182's upcoming tour and had managed to win them - this was the highlight of her life!
Of course, she already had a person in mind to take.
Ring! Ring!
"Hey, Patrick!"
She called her closest friend and the guy who introduced her to the band. On the other side of the phone, Patrick was sitting on his bed trying to, and hopelessly, come up with song lyrics for his own band.
"What's up?" He answered while chewing his pen.
F/N was feeling giddy about the phone call already, unable to contain her excitement. "Guess what?" She yelled out, already buzzed-up from the surprise, "remember that radio show that I called up? Well, I actually won the fucking tickets to them!"
Patrick's interest piqued a little at mention of the . "Oh yeah? What band was it for?" F/N felt like she could explode at her answer.
"Blink!"
"Blink? As in Blink-182?!"
"Yes! And I won two tickets, so you're coming with me!"
Patrick's eyes widened; she was really going to bring him? He felt like the luckiest friend in the world. "You're- You're bringing me?" He stuttered out, suddenly dropping the pen from his mouth.
"Well, duh," F/N snorted, "who else would I bring? Obviously, the guy who showed me Take Off Your Pants and Jacket."
He never expected to see Blink-182 at all — the tickets were unaffordable for him. For days on, the only thing that he would discuss with her was Blink-182's current tour, which he was feeling extremely FOMO about.
"That's really nice of you, F/N, when are they uh- when're they coming?" he stuttered out, excitedly playing with the ends of his hoodie string.
"Next Friday. You are free, right?" She asked; Patrick hummed a 'yes.' "Okay, that settles it: come to mine at like three, we'll line up for a while — hopefully, we can get close to barricade."
Patrick was practically bouncing around the room in excitement; if he could, he'd kiss her so fucking hard on the mouth. "Alright! That- that sounds amazing; I'll be at yours next Friday then. See ya."
Friday felt like it couldn't come soon enough.
College had been exhausting for both young adults, and this concert was extremely worth it in the end.
Patrick had arrived at F/N's home at around two-twenty in his beat up red 1999 Toyota Camry — he beeped the horn two quick times to signal that he arrived. After a minute exactly, F/N had rushed out of the house, wearing a The Smashing Pumpkin's hoodie and grey jeans.
"H- Hey!" He called out, opening the passenger door from the inside, "you got the tickets?" he asked, waiting for her to put her seatbelt on before driving to direction of the arena.
F/N had this bright beam on her face, pulling out the two tickets from the hoodie pockets, "fucking score! Argh, I'm so excited! Do you have merch money? I brought at least $50, so hopefully that's enough for like two shirts and a poster at least."
He let out a small chuckle, quickly taking a look at the tickets, before staring back out at the road. "I managed to scrape up $20, so I think I'll be fine." Her smiling, excited face was making Patrick feel all strange, as if his heart was trying to claw its way out of his ribcage — she was such a special friend to him.
The drive itself to the stadium wasn't as stressful, he managed to park at a side street close enough to the arena so that he wouldn't have to pay for any parking. The hard part was waiting for the doors to open at seven.
Five damn hours waiting in line for barricade.
The two friends managed to distract themselves for the long wait — F/N had brought along a CD Walkman that her parents had bought her for the previous Christmas, while Patrick had his notebook that had his lyrics in them.
Patrick couldn't help but get distracted from coming up with lyrics, everything that he was seemingly writing had managed to relate towards F/N. The past couple of weeks have been messing with his brain; he had been getting more… romantic thoughts about her. His best friend.
And fuck, was he conflicted.
After the long hours of waiting in line, the two managed to score barricade for the show. The two were practically buzzing with excitement as they stood together at barricade. The entire show had felt amazing, every song sounded better than the last. F/N poured her heart and soul out to Always while Patrick screamed Go.
F/N had managed to snap decent, albiet a bit blurry, photos on her digicam.
The show was almost over in what felt like a blink; I'm Lost Without You was the last song of the night. F/N could barely move her neck while Patrick's throat felt sore and scratchy. "Fuck… I feel so disgusting and sweaty," she complained, wiping her forehead with the shirt she bought while looking at the front.
"I feel you," Patrick agreed, throat croaky.
The lights dimmed for a few seconds before Tom DeLonge spoke out, throwing his sweat towel into the crowd. "We're almost at the end of the fucking night," he yelled out into the microphone, "I wanna thank you all for coming here tonight… you could have been anywhere else but you're all fucking here! Holy fuck."
"I want you guys to think 'bout that special somebody for this last song tonight. Hold 'em close to your heart and tell them you fucking love them — this song is called I'm Lost Without You."
The sound of a piano playing slowly came from the speakers as the band started playing. This was it. Patrick gulped nervously as the band started playing, he could just see F/N by his side, tearing up. "You okay there?" he asked quietly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
She nodded and sniffled quietly, wiping her tears, "I just- I just really like this song," she explained, laughing awkwardly as she leaned into Patrick's side-hug.
"I will go down as your lover, your friend."
Patrick's heart couldn't take it. He knew these feelings had been conjuring on for weeks now, but he was at his end point. "F/N I…" his voice faded out when he saw that she was already looking at him; he gulped nervously.
She was just so pretty.
Her eyes looked so shiny and sweet, and her lips… he'd fantasise about kissing them nearly every night.
"Yes, 'Trick?" she asked, still leaned into his touch; his hands gripped her shoulder a bit tighter, he couldn't believe he was going to say it.
"I like you so much. More than a friend, than a best friend," he confessed, his voice was shaky, "you're so damn beautiful and amazing, I haven't been able to stop writing about you. You've been in all my music and I just cannot concentrate for the life of me."
His confession was short and sweet, but F/N was just staring back with an open mouth and wide eyes, did he fuck it up? "C'mon, say something," he begged, voice cracking and an octave higher, "I'm sorry, I probably just ruined everything…"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" her voice came out shaky, "I fucking- oh my God, I like you too I just- wow."
He couldn't believe it.
Patrick started to feel giddy, he pressed his clammy hands tighter against her shoulder as he pulled her closer. "Am I dreaming right now? Oh God can I… can I kiss you?"
F/N grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down, smashing her lips against his. The world around them felt like it disappeared as the band's music drifted into the background — it was only them in the moment. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes before she pulled away.
"That answer your question?"
"God, you're really fucking corny."
By the end of the night, F/N and Patrick ended up making out in the backseat of his car, Radiohead blasting from the speakers loudly.
I feel like I have to make one of these since there's some old fandoms here I don't write for anymore + new ones! So just below are fandoms that I'll be willing to write for :)
Bandoms (MyChem & FOB)
Attack On Titan
Resident Evil
My Hero Academia
Definitely will change overtime, so make sure to check if the fandom you like is on here!
Summary: F/N and Erwin have a habit of making love before his expeditions.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, yearner Erwin, established relationship, dry humping, intimate romantic steamy sex, he's conditioned like a Pavlov dog, praise kink, Erwin is such a romantic, nipple sucking, oral sex (f!receiving), mentions of voyeurism, mentions of having a threesome with Miche or Levi (or both of them!!), aftercare king Erwin.
WC: 3,373
Posted On: 29/03/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Is This Love - Whitesnake
Author's Note: Oh my God this song is so fucking perfect for Erwin... ughghhh
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @epickiya722
It was the start of the month, which meant that the Survey Corps had another expedition.
This time was dreadful for F/N; her husband, Erwin, was the commander of said military branch, which meant he was in the most danger. Two whole days with the love of her life going outside the walls for the sake of humanity.
She always thought that it was inspirational Erwin had these dreams of going beyond the walls, discovering humanity's secrets, discovering the secret of the titans. She knew that his beloved father had fuelled that passion.
But it was such a dangerous passion; she knew that he would sacrifice everything just so that humanity would know more.
Which is why she was holding back her emotions while cleaning Erwin's Scouts cloak. It was kind of weird, but F/N liked it's smell after he had been wearing it for so long — it just reeked of his sweat, not that she was complaining of course.
"F/N?" Erwin called out from another room, trying to look for his wife.
"I'm out the back," She replied, peering over to the door to see the blond man. His eyebrows seemed to relax once he saw his wife by the bucket; he noticed that she was cleaning his cloak.
"My love, you know you don't have to clean it before these expeditions," He reminded, walking over to place his hands gently on her shoulder, rubbing out any tense muscles with his thumbs; he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he watched her hands work their magic.
F/N sighed leaned back, resting her head on his tummy, "I know, Erwin, you should be presentable and clean — you are everyone's commander, after all," she muttered, closing her eyes and relaxing into Erwin's large hands.
The man smiled at her words, where would he be without her?
"My dear wife, you're always looking out for me, aren't you?"
"That I am…" F/N replied, dropping the cloak into the warm water to hold Erwin's hands. The couple stayed like that for a couple of moments; he always made sure to be with her wife as much as he could before these expeditions.
He knew that he was a replaceable commander, not a replaceable husband.
"Just give me a couple of minutes to finish washing your cloak then I'll join you inside, alright?" She promised, turning her head to place a kiss on one of Erwin's calloused fingers. At that, he left her to finish off her laundry alone, heading inside to finish off any last-minute paperwork.
F/N continued her cleaning in silence, secretly excited for what's to come later on that day. Usually, before Erwin left for his expeditions, they would make love, just in case it was the last time. Usually, he'd come back in one piece and they'd do it again.
After a couple minutes of cleaning, she had hung his cloak and headed inside, wiping her wet hands on her skirt before closing the door behind her. She noticed that Erwin was waiting patiently for her, sipping a cup of tea as he read skimmed through some files.
"F/N…" He called out, smiling as he noticed her presence and laid the cup on the table. He got up from his chair and walked up to F/N, holding her hips as he pressed a kiss on her forehead, "How are you feeling, my love? Is everything done?" he asked, pressing her close to him.
She could feel his excitement in his pants as he moved closer to her, "Gosh, Erwin… Are you that excited for our… monthly ritual?" she teased, rubbing his biceps under his shirt.
Erwin leaned his head down, humming as he buried his face in her hair. "Mmn, I'm always excited about anything that involves you," He sheepishly replied, taking in the scent of her washed hair. F/N chuckled at his words slightly and held him a bit closer to her.
"C'mon, let's head to the bedroom then…"
At the mention of their bedroom, Erwin perked up a little and nodded. His hands moved down to her ass, manoeuvring her in his arm so that he was holding her bridal-style and proceeded to walk to their bedroom. When the couple made it to the bedroom, he made sure to carefully lay her down on the bed, crawling on top of her.
"My gorgeous wife," Erwin called out quietly, pressing kisses on her neck. His hands splayed under her top, thumbs slightly pressed into her belly as he moved his kisses up to jaw. F/N's own hands moved to the back of his head, resting there as she ran her fingers through his blond locks.
Erwin's lips eventually met his wife's, practically mashing them together while his own hands that were under her top slowly moved them up to rest it just above her chest.
"You're so perfect," He complimented against her lips, trailing his tongue in her mouth.
Their tongues met, thrashing and desperate to taste one another — F/N could taste the faint bitterness of the tea Erwin had just minutes ago. Small dribbles of saliva were dripping down his chin slowly, he could feel it but he didn't want to ruin their kiss.
Eventually, he moved away to catch his breath, noticing the small bridge of spit that connected their mouths. "F/N… You taste so good, like peppermint," He muttered, pressing more kisses on her neck again, his teeth bit down on parts of it, noticing how she reacted to it.
"Mmm, Erwin…" She sighed out, holding his head close to her, "I can never get enough of you and your mouth." She could feel him grinning softly against her neck.
He was a sucker for her remarks, even if he didn't feel like he deserved them sometimes.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one," He moved his head up - much to F/N's silent protest - and lifted the rest of her top up and above her head — all that remained above her torso was her bra, the expensive one to be specific that he bought her a couple of weeks ago.
"You dirty girl," He teased in a low voice, "as much as I love to see this on you, I'm afraid that I'll have to take it off." One of his hands moved to her lower back, using it to arch her back slightly as the other unclipped her bra, pulling it off her and to the floor.
F/N felt flustered under his loving gaze, no matter how many times they would do this, she always felt so shy.
"So beautiful," He complimented, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it. F/N let out a quiet moan, breath hitching at his careful gesture.
"Oh- Oh Erwin…" She moaned, eyes closed and head throwing back in pleasure, "You're so good, my handsome, brave commander." At her words, Erwin let out a groan, other hand groping her breast and rubbing her nipple between his fingers.
The sensation was overwhelming; Erwin was such a gentleman when it came to sex.
He moved both his hands down, holding her hips again and without moving his mouth away, lifted F/N up so that she was perched on his lap. His hands moved up to hold her waist, squeezing her a little as he moaned against her nipples.
"Sh- Shit!" F/N cried, cradling his head closer to her chest, "You're so good at this… h- hah- I'm losing my mind."
Erwin moved his mouth away from her nipple and switched to the other one, leaving a wet gleam across her nipple and breasts. There was just something so oddly comforting for him about sucking her nipples, maybe it as a lack of a mother. Maybe it was the need to be back during a time where he didn't have to think.
Either way, Erwin wasn't really using that big, smart brain of his.
"Mmn, F/N," Erwin groaned out, grinding his clothed, heavy cock up into her groin. He moved his mouth away so that he could talk to her properly. "I think having sex like this before expeditions is conditioning me — I notice that I always get hard when we plan them."
Her heart fluttered at his words, that may have been one of the hottest things he's ever said.
"Do we have to stop doing this then?" She teased, raking her nails against his scalp gently.
"Nonsense," He replied, pressing a few small kisses over her sternum, "I think that this a good-luck charm of some sorts — I always feel so prepared and hopeful."
F/N rolled her eyes at his words but smiled, she could never get really mad at him, so she leaned down to kiss him again. Her hands moved to his face, holding it with a small squish as their saliva mixed together, sloshing around in each other's mouths.
Erwin's hands moved down to splay across her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before grinding his hips up again. Even if it wasn't sex, this was one of the best pleasure he ever gets in life.
"Mm, I love you," He muttered into the kiss, moving away quickly to look up into her eyes. He swore he couldn't make out the colour of her iris', they seemed so black from her dilated pupils. "Here… Let me have you more."
He laid her carefully on her back again, lowering himself too and carefully pulling down her underwear and skirt. The smell of F/N's wet, turned-on pussy was strong in his nostrils — it was the only thing he ever wanted to smell.
He cursed under his breath quietly; he quickly hooked one of her legs over his shoulder to get better access to her. His fingers moved over to her cunt and used his middle and index finger to spread her lips.
"Wish I could have this every night," He sighed, pressing his fingers up to her hole, teasing it slowly, "wish I could bring you with me everywhere to eat out."
F/N let out a stuttered laughter, turning her face away in embarrassment. "E- Everywhere? You- you don't mean that," She replied, replying nervously.
"Hmm? Why not?" He muttered, leaning forward to press a kiss against her clit, eyes focused on the way her body reacted, "I'd have you everywhere: my office, the kitchen, meeting rooms… Maybe I'd even let Levi or Miche watch — maybe have both of them involved."
He pressed another kiss against her as she heard her let out a nervous but turned-on laugh. "You cannot be serious, Erwin," She whined in disbelief, "you- you would never…"
However, he looked up at her with a serious gaze, "Are you sure, dear?"
Before she could respond, his tongue poked out of his mouth and licked a stripe from her hole up to her clit. "Oh- Oh fuck!" F/N cried, hips flinching at the sensation, "Nnnh… keep using your mouth, please."
Erwin seemed to have complied to her request and moved her other leg to his other shoulder so that they were both propped up on him. He wasted no time in using his mouth, practically latching on her cunt, sucking and licking it desperately.
F/N's hands gripped the sheets instantly, gasping loudly as she threw her head back, back arching while he used his mouth. She never expected for him to eat her out, but fuck was he extremely good at it.
"Er- Erwin!" She cried, hips grinding against him, "Shit-! You're so talented at this!"
Erwin, not moving his mouth away, looked up at her with predatory eyes.
"A- Akh-" F/N let out a loud moan, letting out every sound that was daring to come out her mouth. Every little word and noise that came out of her mouth was just fuelling Erwin, his tongue and mouth moved harder, occasionally sucking on her clit.
"Nnn- Erwin," She gasped, hips thrashing desperately, "I'm gonna cum… Hahh- ooh- it feels so fucking good!"
His fingers quietly moved to her cunt and under her legs; his middle and ring finger pushing into her cunt, curving upwards so that she would cum sooner. He could sense it, she was so close to cumming on him.
At his fingers, F/N felt something deep within her snap. Her body tensed up as she came all over his fingers and mouth.
Erwin groaned and moved his fingers out of her, making sure that she was looking at him as he sucked his fingers clean. "Oh- Oh shit, Erwin," F/N groaned, she was turned on even more, if that was even possible, "I need you now, please… Please Erwin."
"What is it that you want exactly, F/N? Use your words like a good girl," He teased, smirking down at her slightly as he sat up on his knees, continuing to eye her down as he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt.
"You know!" She cried, pouting as he just laughed at her, "Your fucking cock, Erwin!"
He laughed softly at her desperate words, he leaned down to quickly press a kiss on her knee as he finally pulled his pants and boxers down. Getting married to Erwin meant marrying two monsters.
"Aahh, it's so perfect," F/N whined, blushing at the sight of his cock — it was about seven and half inches, uncut, and a pretty red colour, especially at the tip. Shit, was he girthy and veiny.
Erwin slightly blushed at his words, no matter how many times she'd compliment him, he always felt a little flustered by her words. "You fluster me, F/N," He sighed out, grabbing his cock and fisting it slowly, "you're so beautiful underneath me, my love, I wish I could copy this sight on a print and bring it everywhere with me."
He leaned down, pressing one last kiss on her shoulder before his tip teased her hole, rubbing it slowly up and down, "Are you ready, my love?"
"I'm as ready as I'll always be," F/N reconfirmed, running her hands up and down his muscly arms. Shit, she should get him to headlock her one day.
With her consent, Erwin slowly pushed the blunt head of his cock in her aching cunt, letting out a deep groan at how warm she was. "F/N…" He groaned, moving his hands to her legs, helping them wrap around his waist.
F/N let out a quiet gasp, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he bottomed out inside of her. "So- So fucking huge… Oh it's so good," She muttered, burying her face in his shoulder as he waited for her to adjust.
She'd think that with the amount of times they fucked, she'd be used to his cock size.
"You okay now?" He asked, pressing kisses to the side of her head, F/N nodded and anticipated for him to move. At her confirmation, he slowly started rolling his hips, groaning out.
Erwin was so in love.
The legs around his hips squeezed, holding him close against F/N as his hips thrust hard. "Oh- Oh fuck- Erwin!" F/N cried out, bed creaking under the couple as his face gradually got faster, "I love you- I love you so so much!"
"F/N… Shit…" Erwin moved his head back to look down at F/N, heart tightening at the sight of her fucked-out face. "You're so gorgeous; I love you too," He leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers, swallowing up her moans as his thrusts got deeper.
His hands moved to her hips with his middle and ring finger on both hands just capturing the bottom of her ass. Their tongues met in pure, needy passion, not caring about the mess of spit rubbing around their faces; F/N took notice of the taste of her cum still on his tongue.
Erwin could never get enough of her, her cunt was just so fucking addicting and he felt so selfish. Selfish for wanting her all the time. Selfish for wanting to bring her everywhere. Selfish for wanting to show her off.
His brain was feeling quite hazy at this point — his hips were basically thrusting automatically against her. "That's it, F/N… Take my cock," He groaned, gulping down a little bit of their combined spit as he spoke against her lips.
"Er- Erwin!" Extra stimulation being put on her as one of his hands moved to rub her clit, "Keep going! Please please please!" she begged, tears welling up in her eyes.
"My beautiful wife- uhhn- can't last much longer," He chuckled, hissing at the feeling her cunt clenching against his cock. He moved her legs so that they were pressed up against her body, the bottom half of her body in the air and her legs folded.
This angle was much deeper, so much so his tip was just grazing her cervix. "Keep- Keep going!" F/N sobbed out, overstimulated at the sensation. Erwin was above her, panting and groaning deeply, eyes closed shut in pleasure.
If he wasn't a commander, he'd just fuck her all the time if he could.
"I have to cum…" He confessed, letting out a choked half-moan, "My love, you're so- fuck- fucking tight," he let out a shuddered laughter, pressing his thumb back on her clit to rub.
The familiar, bubbling sensation of her orgasm was just peaking and F/N was getting desperate. She moved her hips up, trying to get as much pressure as she could from both his cock and thumb. "Mmmn- mpph fuck! I can't I can't- Erwin I love you so much!" F/N's body started to jitter as she finally came on his cock.
Her orgasm had to be one of Erwin's most beloved and cherished sights ever.
"F/N… Oh F/N," His own hips faltered for a second and finally he came deep inside of her. He could feel his cock tingling a little as thick, white ropes of cum painting the inside of her walls.
Erwin's body slumped over his wife's for a couple of minutes, hands holding her close to him as their bodies relaxed. "I love you so much," Erwin sighed, pressing gentle kisses on her neck, "I… I hope that wasn't too much, my love, I really try and hold back on you sometimes."
F/N hummed out in pleasure, her eyes half-lid while looking down at her husband.
"Y'did so good, baby," She praised, kissing the top of his head as he laid his head down on her chest. After a couple of minutes, he slid out of her body and got up.
He left the room to grab a wet flannel for her and came back a few minutes later, rubbing the warm, wet towel across her body. "You took me so well this time," He hummed while he pressed the towel against her cunt, wiping off any cum that was leaking out.
F/N nodded slowly at his words, feeling a little flustered again as she looked at his face. He had this loving expression on his face as he continued to memorise every inch of her body; he didn't know if this would be the last time he ever saw her, so he had to make it count.
Once he was satisfied with his cleaning, Erwin moved back on top of the bed, stretching arm out for her to lay on his chest. "Come here, my love, please," He begged, smiling towards her — of course, she complied straight away.
Erwin wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I will try my hardest to come back alive and in one piece, alright?" He reassured, one hand rubbing her back softly.
F/N hummed at his words, closing her eyes as she got comfy in his arms, "Please… I can't stand being away from you for too long."
With that, they spent the rest of the night talking and laying in each other's arms with the hope that he'd come back after those two days.
hiii, gosh ray is having more reqs lately and i'm fucking happy cuz i love him!!let's see, reader and ray have this "friendship" dynamic, like they try to force themselves to think they're not madly in love w the other one so they try to suck it up having one night stands very often. they both know abt each other's sexual life and it's like "well, i'll do the same until this shit snap". and well, it ends snapping, and very very hard. the rest is left unspoken. thanks for reading and have a nice day!
Oh my God, when I tell you my eyes lit up at this request...
I had sooo much fucking fun writing this and I hope you that you enjoy reading it :)
Summary: Ray and F/N get sick of hearing about each other's hookups.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, love confessions, no foreplay, making out, backshots, sorta breathplay.
WC: 1,989
Posted On: 29/03/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Fire In My Heart - Escape From New York
Author's Note: Might be huge errors in this idk... mb 😞
Original Request:
hiii, gosh ray is having more reqs lately and i'm fucking happy cuz i love him!!let's see, reader and ray have this "friendship" dynamic, like they try to force themselves to think they're not madly in love w the other one so they try to suck it up having one night stands very often. they both know abt each other's sexual life and it's like "well, i'll do the same until this shit snap". and well, it ends snapping, and very very hard. the rest is left unspoken. thanks for reading and have a nice day!
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @jellyskyy-art
"He's just- He was the worst kisser I had ever been with!"
F/N and Ray were sitting on her bed late at night, the two friends once again discussing their late-night escapades. Deep inside, they both knew that they had these stupid feelings for each other, but had never said anything to each other.
The man laughed at her words, shaking his head, "Is that so, F/N?" he asked, in a teasing voice. F/N sighed and nodded, running a hand through his hair.
"Maybe my luck has ran out — am I cursed with only shitty dudes to hookup with now?" She cried out, leaning back so that her head hit the pillows underneath, "Maybe I should call up a former person… or one of your band mates?"
Ray slightly flinched at the mention of his band mates, he wouldn't lie, they were all really attractive looking men — F/N could probably pull all of them. "Hey! You know my band mates are off-limit!" He cried out in a too-high pitched voice, gripping the bedsheets in disbelief.
She laughed at his nervousness, noticing that he was biting the inside of his cheek, "Chill chill, Ray, I was just joking — I know that they're off-limit." Ray let out an annoyed huff, frowning slightly at her.
These hookups were a joke…
They both tried to hide their feelings for one another by hooking up with other people, was it a good idea? No, but was it what they thought was for the best? Maybe.
Both of them were idiots anyway.
"It's just…" Ray groaned and held his head in his hands, "I'm starting to hate this. I hate hooking up with people, it feeling so empty lately," he confessed, frowning at his own words. F/N looked over at him with a soft facial expression.
She was starting to feel the same way as well.
"I think mostly, I hate hearing about your hookups," He looked over at her with a slightly flustered face, "I don't care about them. I don't care how they made you cum or made you tremble. I don't- I don't care if they made you moan so fucking loudly; I'm sick of it!"
F/N's eyes widened slightly, "What- What does that mean? You were the one who fucking started talking about your hookups first! I started to share my own stories because of you! Because I was the one first who was fucking tired!" her voice raised, fists balling up by her sides.
"Do you know how- how upset I was when you first told me months ago? I felt so sick to my stomach, I- I was so fucking jealous, I want you so bad and-" Once the words left F/N's mouth, she covered it instantly, her face growing hot.
Was Ray hearing this correctly? Was she jealous about his hookups?
"You were jealous?" He repeated slowly, disbelieved at her words.
F/N let out a choked sound and threw a pillow at his voice, "Shut- Shut the fuck up, Ray, just shut up."
Ray smiled at her words, not even worrying about the pillow she just threw at him. "Yeah? I get jealous too about your hookup stories," He muttered, gripping that same pillow close to him, "if it wasn't obvious from before."
"You- You make me sick," F/N stuttered with a gulp.
Something in the air shifted. It felt more tense; hot and… bothering for both parties.
"You make me feel so good, F/N," Ray spoke back, leaning forward, "you know, last hookup when I came I accidentally said your name. Safe to say I got a good smack from that woman I was with."
His words were flustering her too much. Too much on her. Too much on her heart.
"Don't fucking say that, Ray," She grumbled out, "you're too- shit- you're too fucking- ARGH!- I hate you!"
"I love you too."
F/N immediately shot over to him, climbing onto his lap quickly before pressing her lips against his. The sudden movement surprised Ray, but he wasn't going to reject her. His hands moved immediately moved to her hips, holding her in place as their mouths moved together.
Their mouths opened almost in unison, tongues meeting and clashing against each other. The whole room just sounded so loud with the sounds of wet tongues and mouths groaning against each other.
"Mmnph- mm fuck, F/N," Ray moaned against her mouth, licking up a small trail of spit that have globbed down her chin, "let me- let me make this good for you, please."
F/N huffed, moving from the kiss to catch her breath and nodded, "Please, Ray… shit-" she groaned out, grinding her hips against him, "I'm all yours."
Those words seemed to have sparked something within Ray. Gripping her hips just a bit tighter, he flipped them around so that F/N's back was laid on the bed and he was on top, caging her with his large, tall body.
"Shit… This- This is a sight that I have prayed for for many nights," He confessed, lips pressing all over her neck, "wanted- wanted you under me so bad for so long — felt so to think about a friend like this, especially you."
F/N whimpered at his words and movements as he slid her shirt over her head, "You're so pretty," he complimented again, pressing kisses down her chest and to her tummy, mindlessly pulling down her pyjama pants and panties. "I just wanna eat this pretty girl up already."
"Is this real life?" She sighed out, lifting her hips up to help him take her clothes off. Her hands moved to his own shirt, lifting it up and over his head, revealing his well-rested pecs and muscles. "Oh my God, pinch me- I must be dreaming."
Ray blushed at her words and gulped down a groan, "This is very much real," he replied, kissing her lips once more before tugging down his own pants. "I usually don't rush this much, but shit, F/N… I can't resist you."
He grabbed her legs and moved them up to his shoulders, pressing down a little so that her body was folded. "So pretty like this," He kissed the inside of her knee, before grabbing his cock, "y'want this, huh?"
"My God, Ray, if you don't start fucking me now I'll do it myself!" F/N groaned out, gripping his hair quite tightly.
He felt a laugh escape and nodded, fisting his cock while kissing her jaw, "Anything for you, F/N." At his words, he slowly pushed past her puffy lips, letting out a straggled groan when his cock became enveloped in her.
"Shit, Ray!" She groaned out, trying to pull him closer to her, "Your- fuck! You really are big," she let out a loud moan when he bottomed out, the tip of his cock grazing her cervix.
"Atta girl…" He hummed and kissed the top of his head, "Always knew you'd feel so tight and wet." Ray held her close to him for a couple of minutes, kissing the base of her neck, "You ready? Want me to fuck you now?"
F/N whimpered at his words, feeling unusually pliant. "Please, Ray… I- I'm gonna fucking explode, I swear to God."
Ray laughed at her words but nodded, rubbing her shoulder, "Alright alright, you're so impatient," at the beat of his last word, he slowly but deeply started to fuck into her, rolling his hips against hers with need. F/N's hands moved down to his shoulders, digging her fingernails into the soft skin.
"Oh- Oh God, F/N," Ray groaned out, concentrating hard on anything but how good her cunt felt squeezed around him. Out of the countless woman that he's fucked — this may have been the best one ever, he was never going back to another woman after this.
"You feel so fucking big- shit!" F/N's pants and breaths were coming out staggered, his heavy thrusts were sucking the life out of her. She could feel one of Ray's arms moving; she noticed that his hand was trailing down, other arm hoisting her up as his other hand's thumb slowly dug into her clit, rolling it around.
F/N let out another moan, cursing out loud as her nails dug deeper into his shoulders. "Fuck! Oh Ray- Ray Ray shit!" She moaned out, eyes closed in pleasure, "I can't- this feel so fucking good! I- I haven't been fucked this good ever!"
Her words snapped something in him and he knew he wanted more.
To F/N's disappointment, Ray let go of her legs and moved out of her cunt, "H- Hey, what the fuck!" she cried out, whining out as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Shh shh, F/N…" He groaned out, he opened one eye to look at her and grinned, "You'll enjoy it more this way." Before she could ask for clarification, he grabbed her hips swiftly and turned her over so that she was kneeling on her knees, ass in the air.
"You- RAY!" F/N let out a loud scream as he practically shoved his cock into her cunt again. The sudden movement was exhilarating, her small whimpers and whines were replaced with 'uhns' and curses.
Ray kissed her back a couple of times, making sure that his hands stayed planted on her hips, "You like this? Being fucked from behind?" he groaned out, leaning back to burn in the picture of her curves and ass in front of him like this.
His brain was feeling absolutely fried. After months and months of pining for her he was finally with her — there was no way he could go back to just anyone.
F/N nodded at his question, groaning into the pillow that smothered her face. She couldn't even think, didn't care about it one bit.
All she had on her mind was cumming on Ray's cock. Thinking about Ray's hands on her lower back. Just all about Ray.
The man groaned out, moving his hands to her ass, splaying them out. He knew he had large hands, he knew they were attractive. "Fuck, if I had a camera right now-" Ray's breath hitched as he felt her finally cumming on him.
F/N's brain felt shut down, the lack of oxygen plus Ray's fucking had felt too good; her cunt clenched against his cock, shuddering as her cum dripping from her hole.
"Oh- Oh fuck you- you're so good! Cumming on my cock- shit!" Ray quickly held his cock, gripping it as he slid out of her cunt and cumming all on her back and ass. He took a few minutes to catch his breath, his eyes burning the sight of her cummed-out back in his memories.
"Let me- Let me clean you up quickly," He pressed his lips on her ass cheek before leaning over to the bedside, wiping her back and ass with a couple of tissues and throwing them in the bin just next to the table.
F/N moved her face out of the pillow to face Ray who had moved to laying next to her, his hands draped over her waist and held her close to him, moving her so that she was laid on her side.
"Was that okay? Do you need water?" He asked her, trailing the hand from her curves to her face, holding it in his large warm hands. She hummed and shook her head, dazed look on her face.
"Mmn, no, I'm okay…" She muttered, slowly blinking, "Just… Just feel so nice right now."
Ray laughed at her and pulled her to his chest, holding his friend close to him. "You're alright, F/N, I'm here for you…" He comforted, rubbing her back as he let her lay there.
There was no way they were going to stay friends now.
AYE CARAMBA!! THANKS FOR DOING MY TWO REQUESTS!! (Im also the one who commented on ur AO3 post if yew remember 🥹🥹) Kinda need a fic of us posing for ray... But no pressure lol!! Also could I be an anon maybe??? 🦇 If it's okay :3
Yesss, I remember you from AO3!! You're so very welcome for the fics - tysm for the requests!! Also having an anon now omgh??? I feel so special aahhh tytyty <3 We need more Ray love in the world
Warnings/Contains: Smut, Sexual/nude photography, pervert!Ray, F/N is lowkey mean, oral sex (m!receiving).
WC: 1,132
Posted On: 22/03/26, also on AO3!
Title Song: Take It Off - Kesha
Author's Note: I love this gif so much... let me stroke ur shit Ray 😂😂😂
Original Request:
AYE CARAMBA!! THANKS FOR DOING MY TWO REQUESTS!! (Im also the one who commented on ur AO3 post if yew remember 🥹🥹) Kinda need a fic of us posing for ray... But no pressure lol!! Also could I be an anon maybe??? 🦇 If it's okay :3
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @pixopix
"You're- You're serious about this?"
Ray's heart felt like it was about to explode out of his ribcage — did he hear correctly that F/N wanted to pose for him?
"Why wouldn't I?" She answered, hands on her lap as the two sat on the bed together. The man gulped loudly, already feeling his cock hardening just from her words, "I'm telling you now though, I don't have anything sexy underneath."
"I don't care if you're wearing lingerie or anything," He muttered, "your body is just so… beautiful."
F/N blushed at his words and gave him a grateful smile, "You're such a fucking romantic it makes me sick," she pointed out. Before Ray could say anything, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, moaning loudly into the kiss as she straddled his bare lap.
His hands immediately shot to her face, cradling it as their lips and tongues met. No matter how many times they kissed, he couldn't get over at how delicious her spat tasted like — he just had this gut feeling that they were made for each other.
"Mmph, mmph fuck…" Ray groaned out, his cock hardening from both them kissing and F/N's body touching it, "you feel so good… ahh- my cock feels so uncomfortable, can we just fuck straight away, please?"
F/N grinned deviously at him and shook her head, leaning away from his hot body, "Uh uh, I told you that I would pose for you, so I'm going to do that for you first… and then we can fuck afterwards," she shook her finger at him, making him whine out.
"Fine fine, shit…" Ray whined but agreed to her conditions, he leaned over to the bottom of the bed and grabbed out the Polaroid camera, "I think I have about three film left." She saluted and crossed her legs on the bed, hands in her lap.
"Alright, what position do you want me in first?"
He thought about it, "Can I… ask for anything?"
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Oh my God, Ray, I just said anything."
Ray frowned slightly but nodded, "Alright…" he thought for a moment before a pose came up in his head, "I'd really like to see you in um- in doggy-style I guess… with your pants down." F/N felt flustered for a moment as his request but nodded with a grin.
"Yeah? Wanna get me in that position?" She asked him. The man gulped loudly, head slightly fuzzed from his previous orgasm but nodded. He crawled on his knees towards her, heart pounding out of his chest.
His hands worked out the position for her, guiding her carefully so that she was on her knees; as her back arched for him, he shakily pulled her shorts down her torso, revealing her black panties to him.
"Shit, F/N, you look too fucking cute," He groaned out, pressing a kiss on one of her cheeks sweetly, "may I take my photo?" he asked, rubbing her ass.
F/N turned around to look at Ray over her shoulder and nodded, same smirk planted on her face, "When you're ready, babe." Even with permission, he couldn't help but feel shaky and nervous as he lifted the camera up to his eyes, pointing it down at his girlfriend's arched form.
He should have asked her way sooner to take photos, instead of being such a creep.
Flash!
The first photo started to slowly develop as Ray pulled it out of the camera, he shook it a couple of times and witnessed it developing. He let out a small curse under his breath, gulping as the picture gained colour.
"Lemme see," F/N crawled over next to him, peering down at the photo. "Damn… I got a good arch," She teased, chuckling at her own comment. Ray gulped however and put the camera and photo down, feeling more flushed now.
"F/N, I'm feeling really hard right now," He groaned, both the adults looked down and noticed Ray's… alarming situation — his cock had stiffened up again and was leaking pre-cum down his shaft.
Her eyes widened a little at his erection and laughed, gripping it almost straight away, "Take this one as your next photo then." She quickly pulled away from his cock and to his thighs, dragging him to the edge of the bed so that she could kneel on the floor in front of him.
Her hand moved back to holding his cock, giving it a small kiss before slowly lowering her mouth to the tip of his cock — the taste of pre-cum spread on her tongue as she started to bob her head. "Oh fuck, F/N!" Ray hissed out, one hand moving to the back of her head to guide her.
No matter how many times they would fuck, getting head from her just felt so new and perfect each time.
"Your mouth feels so- shit- so warm and wet," Ray groaned, head leaning back as he pushed her head down just slightly against him. "Let me take a photo," He grabbed the camera that was just to his side and pointed it down to her; she looked up at him just in time as Ray took the photo.
F/N didn't stop her pace though and continued bobbing her head, filling the room with the sloshing and wet sucking noises. He tried hard to shake the Polaroid photo, but his arms were shaking a bit too much from the pleasure — but he didn't want it to end.
"Ahnn- fuckkk, F/N," He groaned out, letting out a straggled moan when her mouth moved faster, "shit shit shit! You're gonna make me cum already!" he let out a final croaked gasp — his cock pulsated in her mouth, releasing streams of his warm cum.
F/N winced slightly at the taste, but kept her mouth on him, swallowing down every last drop of his cum. She moved her mouth away from his cock, small drop of his cum dripping down her face.
Ray's eyes widened at the sight and without looking away, snapped the final photo of her. "Oh my God, F/N," He groaned out, panting out loud as he shook the photo, "you- you okay?"
"'m okay, Ray," She wiped her mouth and leaned her head on his knee, panting out for a couple of moments, just resting there. He moved his hands to her hair, whispering out small praises as he stroked her hair comfortingly.
"I got you, baby…" He muttered, "Thank you for this, really… You're such a pretty and kind girl," he pressed his lips on top of her head and sighed softly. F/N nuzzled closer against him and held his leg.
