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g-xix · 5 months

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Chaos Crew MASTERLIST

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ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ: ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀᴛᴠ, ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴄʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ, ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ʜɪʟʟ, ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴍᴅ, ᴀʟᴇx ᴇʟᴍꜱʟɪᴇ, ᴄᴀᴍ ᴋɪʀᴋʜᴀᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴʙᴀᴄʜ!

☁️= fluff, 🔞= smut, 💢 = angst

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Send litr anything in thru the inbox n i'll write it (or not)... No promises it'll be done any time soon tho :DD

Arthur ATV Frederick

☁️"Pub golf forfeit" - Chippo catches wind of your little YouTube crush on ArthurTV and decides to put you in a team with him to try and set you up- but when Harry, Chris and the rest of the boys do their best to embarrass you in front of your crush, how will the night really end as you fight the cameras, pints and awful pub gold forfeit cards... | ChrisMD half-sister!OC x ATV 💢☁️"Caught" - Months of sneaking around behind your brother's back with his best friend gets exposed as you and Arthur get a bit too careless and get yourselves CAUGHT... 🔞"Submissive" - pwp (porn w/out plot), desperate, whiny, sub!Arthur x dom!reader ☁️Head Scritches" - Short 800 word blurb of Arthur just kinda realising that he likes the feeling of your hands between his hair a lot. 🔞"Locked In" - Xtra long 7.3k word smutshot set in S3 locked in house. Y/n is set the strenuous task of ignoring Arthur all day by Sugarlips - yet when Arthur realises this, he does everything in his power to break her... Will you successfully pass your challenge or succumb to Arthur's antics? 🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head ☁️"Return from Sri Lanka" -inspired by Chip's Sri Lanka vids w ATV, a hyper-fluff oneshot of what it's like for gf!reader, seeing Arthur after a whole week of being apart "Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

Chris Chrismd Dixon

🔞"ChrisMD NSFW alphabet" 🔞"Threesome" - W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head 🔞"Piercings" - in which gf!reader gets nipple piercings as a surprise for Chris, which leaves Chris battling his inner demons and resisting all urges to pull or touch those sensitive buds to see you scream whilst he pounds you | part of [KINKTOBER] "Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

Alex Imallexx Elmslie

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head

Cam Kirkham

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Arthur Hill

🔞"Eating Out HC's" - headcanons of what the Chaos crew would be like giving head "Harry Potter x Chaos Crew HC's" - what these goofies would be like in a Harry Potter/Hogwarts Alternate Universe ✨

George Clarkey

🔞"Rodeo Ride" - Something about George riding that bull machine at the pub just looks so sinful, and the alcohol gives you an extra buzz of confidence when you're talking to him afterwards, leading to a good night with George...

☁️"Nights out" - Just a plain, fluffy cuddles n kisses style oneshot reflecting on what it'd be like when George came home after a night out- a huggy, touchy drunk bf ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

☁️"Christmas Imagines" - A note-form story of getting Christmas decorations out and celebrating alongside boyfriend!George... V fluffy and wholesome :)

☁️ "Snow!" - Friends to lovers, featuring ATV, ChrisMD, WillNE, Mia, Immallexx, Alice, Cam n Chloe all celebrating in the apartment when the snow starts covering the London streets which they race down to play in. Super fluffy G Clarkey x y/n festive Winter vibes

Isaac ItalianBach Smith

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ALL!! - silly little drabbles "Chaos Crew as lawyers" "Chaos Crew on a Roadtrip" "Chaos Crew Cooking" Cutesy lil platform roulette moments (1),(2),(3)

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hypnoneghoul · 29 days

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Sundown: Chapter 1

WC: 2,6k

Relationship: Pre-relationship SwissAlps

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, First Meeting, Fluff, Protectiveness, Discussion About Being Transgender, Transphobia (warning for that if someone's sensitive to it), not from swiss tho he's supportive!!!

Swiss has been travelling for a while. He finally gets to a place he can rest in and meets an unique individual. He's immediately enamored.

Notes: comm for @jazz-bazz, first part of our au! ty bex <3

Read chapter 1 under the cut or on AO3.

He’s been sweating his ass off for three days before something resembling civilization has finally come along. He’s half dead, his chick is half dead, and all he wants is to get a pint of cold beer and a damn bed.

The town—barely big enough to be called such—is obviously sparsely populated. Swiss doubts it’s even inhabited at first, but the closer he gets the more signs of life he’s noticing and the hope in him grows. He leans down to pat his chick’s neck and sighs at the puff of dust coming off of her.

“Soon, girlie. I’m gonna give ya a good brush, you deserve it.” The mare nickers and the pair continue their slow walk toward the town. It doesn’t take that long for them to make their way into the shadow casted by the town’s buildings. It smells like cow’s shit, but the people obviously have more water and food than they really need, which means there is a chance Swiss and his horse will get some. If not given freely, he’ll take it, but he is tired and he hopes their visit in that place will go smoothly.

Swiss doesn’t see any heads peeking out of doors or windows to look at him, neither threateningly nor curiously, as he looks around searching for any sign that would indicate where he can find a bar. He really needs a beer.

His knees crack when he jumps down from his mare. The ground is dry and a cloud of dust arises as his boots touch it. He finds something that could be a spot for travelers’ horses and as he leaves his chick there he hopes nobody will shoot her off if he was mistaken. It’s a solid roof over a spot covered in a thick layer of straw, with buckets full of fresh looking water hanging off of wooden beams and cubes of hay under them. Inviting enough.

Swiss pulled the reins over the mare’s neck and pulled the bit out of her mouth before tying her to one of the beams by the water. He hopes she won't be too picky. “Drink, girlie, I’ll be back soon.”

He pats her on the ass on his way and walks away, heading into the adjoining building. The batwing doors’ hinges squeal loudly as Swiss walks into what indeed is a saloon. It’s nearly empty, only two men are sitting in a corner and talking quietly over drinks. Swiss scans the space and even though it’s empty, it seems nice. The men from the corner don’t acknowledge his presence, but he doesn’t crave attention this time, so it is fine by him. It’s a bit colder there than outside and he already feels some relief.

Swiss goes straight to the bar and just as he’s sitting down on one of the squeaky stools the barmaid walks out from behind a dark brown curtain hanging between the shelves. A gorgeous, tall wo…man? They are a very pretty man, if that's the case. He shrugs, though, it’s none of his business.

They are wearing a long, light green dress—a little old fashioned in style, but it’s a good piece. Little dirty-white apron covers the dress from their waist down to where their knees are under the skirt. The dress doesn’t have sleeves, only straps digging into their shoulders and going down to create a laced neckline that makes their tits look very compelling. Their hair is long and wavy, a beautiful shade of dark amber flowing down their back and over their shoulders.

Their eyes, though…oh, their eyes are what makes Swiss’ belly swoop and his mouth go even drier than it already was. Big—adorned by thick and long lashes—and in the color of the healthiest, most fresh, summer grass ever. Swiss haven’t seen grass as green in years.

“Anything to drink for you?” They ask, picking up a rag to wipe the bar. More to busy themself than because it’s dirty. If anything it’s dusted over from unuse.

“Well, ain’t ya a pretty thing?” Swiss winks, his head tilted to the side. He knows he most definitely looks like a creep, but he can’t stop staring.

“Oh, me? Uhm–thank you?” they stutter as blush creeps up their cheeks, coloring them a light rosy pink. Gorgeous. “What…what about that drink?”

“Get me a pint of some good ole beer, sweetheart. Pretty please.”

“Mhm,” they nod, obviously flustered, and turn to disappear behind the curtain again. Swiss sighs—he really is exhausted—as he rests his chin on his fist, his other hand scratching at his stubble. Well, more like a beard, he didn’t have much time or opportunities to take care of it, so it’s a bit unkept now.

Soon enough the bar…person returns with Swiss’ beer and hands it to him with a light smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you kindly,” he mutters, nodding, before pressing his lips against the chilly mug and tipping it back. He moans at the refreshing feeling washing over him the moment beer pours into his mouth.

“Is it that good?” the person chuckles, leaning against the wall with their hands crossed over their chest. Their beautiful, full chest and it’s–Swiss shakes his head. He ain’t seen no tits in ages but he isn’t an animal, damnit.

“Nah,” he snorts before taking another gulp. “It’s piss, but I’ve been dry as a desert, sweetheart.”

The person curls their lips into a little amused smile and turns, grabbing the rag and starting to wipe the bar again. Swiss tries to not be obvious in his staring—looking from under the rim of his hat. The stranger is so captivating, he can’t tear his eyes away.

“Listen, I don’t mean any disrespect, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta ask–” Swiss starts after clearing his throat, but gets cut off. The other probably expected it to go that way.

“You’re the nicest person I’ve encountered in a long time,” they say with a smirk and Swiss bows his head, grinning. “Phrase your question as nicely and there’s a chance I won’t take out the revolver from under the bar and shoot your hat off.”

“Damn, sweetheart.” He recoils dramatically, raising his arms defensively. “You’re too pretty for me to offend, don’t ya worry.”

“So?”

“Are you a boy or a girl?” The question lands, but no offense shows on the person’s face. Swiss continues. “Cause if you’re a boy, then you’re the prettiest one I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a lot—and if you’re a girl, then…well, then you’re the prettiest one of those.”

“I’m a woman, kind sir,” she laughs, fully this time, and the melodic sound of it goest through Swiss’ ears right to his heart, “you haven’t proven yourself worthy of permission to call me a girl. Yet.”

“Understood. I'd love to try and prove my worth.” He winks and lifts the mug nodding, as if in a toast. “You’re a gorgeous woman, ma’am.”

“Thank you. I do understand the confusion, though, even my own body didn’t get the memo.” She sighs, fidgeting with her hands and worrying her lip between her teeth. Swiss gets a sudden urge to gently pull it free, lest she breaks the skin and paints her mouth with blood, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, they’ve just met. Swiss doesn’t know what possessed him.

“Huh, that’s so…” He mumbles, staring holes into the already rugged wood of the countertop. With the corner of his eye he sees the barmaid pull up a chair on the other side of the bar and sit on it, right before him.

“Unnatural?” she finishes for him, but her guess of his thoughts couldn’t be falser.

“No, I wanted to say it makes you unique. It’s amazing,” Swiss says—confident—looking up at her again. She is so much closer now and so many more details of her beauty are visible to the man, and if she’d let him he’d count all the golden freckles adorning her face a hundred times over.

“Oh…” she whispers. Swiss doesn’t count her freckles, but he does follow the path of a blush crawling up her cheeks. “Well, uhm, I don’t know. It doesn’t feel amazing most of the time.”

“That must be tough,” he replies, wondering. “Is it like…like you don’t feel right in your body? Like it’s not yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” she has no idea why she’s suddenly spilling her innermost thoughts to a stranger she has met not even half an hour prior. There is something about him, though, that makes her feel safe and maybe carries a chance of finally being understood. Even if just a bit. “And sometimes I just feel…wrong all around.”

Swiss hums in acknowledgement and leans down to his mug, swallowing down a few gulps. Once his mouth is unoccupied again, he asks, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“It’s Mountain,” the barmaid says, “but I prefer just Mounty.”

Swiss snorts at that, but immediately regrets it upon seeing Mounty’s brows furrow in confusion and her eyes fill with a tiny bit of hurt. “Sorry, sweetheart, I ain’t laughing at you! My horse’s name is Monty, that’s why!”

“Oh. Oh, okay,” she relaxes and chuckles, too, a bit embarrassed by her immediate defensiveness. “Yeah, that is funny.”

“Nice to meet you, Mounty.”

“Won’t you give me your name?” the barmaid’s eyelashes flutter and Swiss wouldn’t be able to refuse or lie to her even if he wanted to.

“Swiss, sweetheart,” he says, lifting up the mug again. “My name’s Swiss.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Swiss,” Mounty replies, her face lighting up with a soft smile, and if Swiss was standing it would make his knees buckle. Still, his insides warm up and twist and he’s never felt like that; so stupid and…vulnerable.

Swiss feels himself blush and he quickly hides behind his mug.

“Would you–” Mounty is about to ask him something, but a squeak of the doors and heavy steps interrupt her.

“Afternoon!” a stranger calls out, walking into the saloon as if it was his own ground. Swiss looks up at the barmaid and sees her tense up—her lips turn into a thin line and her brows furrow. She knows the man and she isn't fond of him in the slightest.

Swiss doesn’t like that look on her.

“Afternoon, sir,” Mounty mutters, standing up. The man doesn’t reply, just walks over and sits down by the bar next to Swiss. He is alert after Mounty’s reaction, one of his hands close to his gun.

“Get me some whiskey, girl,” the stranger grumbles, spitting the last word out like it burns his tongue, like an insult. Swiss realizes it is supposed to be one and the knot inside him tightens, this time with something resembling anger. How can someone treat such a gorgeous, brilliant and kind creature without utmost respect?

“Hey, she ain’t your girl,” Swiss hisses as Mounty disappears to get the man’s drink. He won’t sit there and pretend he is okay with what is happening right next to him. “Bark orders at your wife like that. If you even have one, it don’t seem like you’ve got a lot to offer.”

“Why do you care?” the stranger scoffs, “he’s a freak.”

One second Swiss is sitting relaxed, sipping on his beer, and then in the next he’s up with his back straight, looming over the other man and staring down at him with fire in his eyes.

“I suggest you either apologize to her when she gets back,” he growls, reaching behind himself, to his revolver, “or get out now so neither of us have to see your ugly face any more. Or else…”

“Or else what!? Ya one of them, too, hm?” the man—clearly an idiot—snarls, craning his neck to look up at Swiss, pretending to be brave. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had no balls on you.”

“Oh, I’ve got enough balls, asshole,” Swiss laughs and that seems to hit. He pulls his revolver out from behind his belt, twists it on his finger and watches the other man hesitate about his next words. “You wanna lose yours?”

The man scoffs as if there wasn’t fear in his eyes. He’s a coward and he storms out accordingly, because it’s unlikely he knows better than to actually challenge Swiss. He doubts he knows who he was.

Just as the man disappears outside, Mounty returns with a glass of whiskey intended for him. There’s no smile on her face and her rather neutral expression turns to confusion as she sees only Swiss by the bar. “Where did he go?”

“Oh, he realized he left something at home.” Swiss shrugs, returning to his stool.

“And what would that be?”

“Respect for women,” he says with a smirk and Mounty returns it, knowing and thankful. She sits again and looks at the glass in her hand before pressing it against her lips and cringing as she tips it back to drink. “Not a fan?”

“Not at all,” she coughs and Swiss chuckles. She is adorable. “All I drink is tea.”

“Tea is good,” he says and looks into his mug—there was still some beer left. He lifts it again and silence falls for a moment.

“You really are nice to talk to,” Mounty speaks after a while. “I get called a freak and other names all the time, usually the moment I come into someone’s view. It’s nice to be treated normally, have my feelings acknowledged…and be protected. You know?”

“I can only imagine.” Swiss smiles at her fondly. It must be hard living like that. Trying to live right by yourself and offending others by simply existing, just because they are too thick-skulled. If he could, he'd sit on that creaky chair every damn day and chase off every single man who'd as much as look at Mounty wrong.

It’s quiet again, Swiss finishing up his beer and Mounty drinking her whiskey—frowning at every single sip. They have just met, but the silence is comfortable. It feels like not only did they know each other for ages, but that they have a…special connection, of a kind.

Swiss snorts at his own thoughts. He’s stupid for them, for thinking this is anything more than…than what, exactly?

“A’ight, sweetheart,” he sighs after a moment, breaking the dead silence. “I should get going, find somewhere to sleep.”

“We’ve got beds,” Mounty perks up, immediately shying away as she realizes she might’ve been a bit too enthusiastic, “if you want…”

“I’d love a bed, but I don’t have much money,” the man shrugs. He’d rip anyone off without any remorse, but not her. He’s never gotten a soft spot for someone as fast as he did for her. “And I’d rather get a place for my horse than myself.”

“And if it’d all be on the house?”

“What, like me so much already you don’t want me to leave?” Swiss laughs, winking.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Mounty scoffs, but her own wink says something else. “You’re clearly exhausted, who would I be if I let you go back on the road without a proper rest?”

“Will you at least accept my help in here and in the stables as a payment?”

“I can consider it,” she mumbles, smiling softly as she stares at Swiss through her lashes.

“Alright, then. I’ll stay, sweetheart.”

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for answering the request for the eugene smut, it was everything I wanted and SO much more, you have no idea thank you thank you thank you 💞💞 (ps: I would love to request a friends to lovers eugene smut hehe, the “friends to lovers” smut is my only request, everything else is up to you and your absolutely brilliant writing! but only if you feel like it tho ofc!! don’t stress <3 take your time)

Hey! I’m so glad you enjoyed& thank you for your request I loved writing it, and this concept is amazinggg, thank you again <3

Eugene Roe x reader - Friends to Lovers *SMUT*

Eugene and the local English girl have been friends for the past 2 months since Easy arrived in her small village. There’s an obvious tension and spark between the pair but both of them are too worried to act on it. After one evening in the pub, everything completely changes and the two can finally unleash their feelings to one another.

tw- smut, 18+, outdoor sex??? Is that called , voyeurism, idek? But Gene is so soft I love this boy. Anyway you’ve been warned 😈

“Hey guys!!!” My mood was instantly lifted, walking into my local pub and seeing the men of Easy company gathered around. A chorus

of greetings erupted from around me as a pint was thrown in my direction, and an open seat on the table that consisted of dozens of the tipsy men. “Hi Gene.” I smiled, a warmth instantly spreading through me when I sat down besides the company’s medic. “Hey.” The American greeted, I flashed him a toothy smile, settling into the small space, a little too happy with the seating placement. Gene was my best friend out of all the men, in the eight weeks I’d spent around the men I’d grown close to them all- however Gene was different. He was sweet, kind, super respectful and let’s just say my soft spot for him was instant. I’d fallen for Gene a long time ago, but I yet awaited anything to happen more than a conversation between us.

“Heyyy, you got all dressed up for us, didn’t you?!” George Luz teased from across the table, “yeah, yeah, just for you, Luz.” I joked back, taking a sip from the beer in front of me. “How long have you all been here for, half of you are already blathered?” I giggled, turning to Gene who shifted in his chair, head turning to face me. “I only just got here, but these lot…” he scanned around the table to the mixture of drunken, sober and everything in between men. “I’d say since this mornin’.” I giggled at his words again, amused by his funny southern accent. I liked it, I always tried to imitate it, that usually made Gene laugh at how botched it sounded. “Heyyy, you, budge up you’re the only person here that’s not a fat ass.” Joe Toye stumbled over, nudging me over in my chair as we shared a stool. The men all chimed out their objection to Toye’s mock about them all as I shuffled closer into Gene’s chair. There was 3 of us sharing 2 stools, and neither of the men were exactly small guys. “Sorry.” He muttered, budging up as I swallowed nervously, our sides were pressed together. “It’s fine.” I chuckled again, keeping one hand on my glass so it wouldn’t accidentally fall onto Gene’s lap due to the close proximity of us both. If I was a slightly bit drunk, then I would have no problem being a little more flirtatious, but right now I was stone cold sober and suffering with my confidence in my abilities to be seductive. “Are you at work tomorrow?” At some point, after an hour so of being there, Gene muttered down to me, giving me a break from yelling back to all the rowdy men surrounding me. “No, I got the weekend off. Are you training?” “Finally got a weekend pass.” He rolled his eyes. They barely ever got weekend passes, I’d heard a lot about the infamous Sobel, and none of it was good.

“Oh, finally, it’s about time.” I angled my body a little closer to him, my shoulder nestling against his arm as he lifted it, dropping it over the back of my chair comfortably. I was two wines down, and although I wasn’t drunk, it had given me the smallest bit of Dutch courage to engage in a one on one conversation with him. “Our first in eight weeks.” Gene told me as he took another swig from the almost empty pint glass. I had no idea how many he’d had, but his eyes were looking slightly hazed, apart from that he seemed fine. “I don’t know how you do it’s Gene, all of you- I’d be so upset.” He shrugged, shaking his head, indicating his lack of answer as I smiled back to my nearly empty wine glass. “You want another?” He then pointed out. “Oh, I’m alright for now, I don’t know how much more I can stomach.” “Probably more than these guys.” Gene smiled, nodding his head towards Moe and Malarkey who had both their heads on the table. “I thought Malarkey was supposed to be Irish, isn’t he supposed to be good at drinking?” A

“Mmmmh, supposedly.” Gene shuffled slightly, the back of his arm grazing over the bare of my neck. In return, that caused me to fidget, my legs were more comfortably rested against his own, and it wasn’t until I settled that I recognised how truly close we were. There wasn’t even a gap between us, it made me blush, bad. I was positive he could tell. I hadn’t been this close to a man in ages, never mind one that I harboured genuine feelings for.

We were midway through a conversation about how different it was in America, when a fight had broken out between some of the disorderly men nearby. In return all of the soldiers got kicked out of the pub, ruining it for everybody in there. Sighing, I mentally cursed the pair out, now my chances with Gene were ruined, again.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” Gene hushed, grabbing his blazer for his uniform that was slung on the back of his chair, the two of us walking out into the warm air. “I’m so glad it’s warm outside. I love summer.” I exhaled, grateful to not feel the cold breeze of the English wind against my bare arms. “Back in Louisiana, it’s always like this. Maybe even hotter.”

“Oh really? I’d love that.” I gazed up to him as we walked side by side. The walk back to my house was only 10 minutes, it made me sad to think I couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with Eugene in the pub as planned. “Mmmh.” Gene laughed out. “You’d melt.”

“Probably. I already know I’d be complainin’.” “I can imagine.” Gene teased as I let out a fake gasp, nudging into him playfully. There was a brief silence between us as we walked a little closer now. There was a lingering tension between us, it wasn’t awkward, but I could just feel there was something there. “How long until you’ll be shipped out, d’ya think?” “No clue..” Gene voice lowered, I momentarily felt bad for bringing up the topic. I winced at the thought of them all being shipped off to war, especially Gene. I hadn’t any idea of what they’d face out there, nor did I grasp the concept of how bad it could or would be. I wandered if Gene did.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring it up. It’s not exactly nice to talk about.” I kicked at the gravel below me. “No, it’s fine.” He drew out in his deep accent. “I uh… already know there’s a few guys lining up to write t’ya.” Genes words caused my head to snap up in his direction. “Yeah?” My eyebrows lifted, stunned by the topic.

“Have they not said?” He frowned. “Nah…” we continued walking in silence for a couple seconds. “Who?” I then questioned.

“Guess.” “Floyd? I don’t know, maybe Luz or somebody- they probably just said it cos they were drunk.” “I think they’re pretty serious.” He responded as I turned over my head to see the local park nearby, “you wanna keep walking? We could just go through the park.” “Sure.” Gene responded as we changed direction, walking through into the darkness of the wilderness surrounding the stretches of fields and woodland.

“Um, but no, I didn’t know they wanted to write to me.” I giggled. “If they did I’d be polite and write back, you know check up on you all but… you know, it wouldn’t be in that kinda way.” Gene nodded along, following with what I was saying. A thought then sprung to my mind, and a tight feeling in my chest just itched at me to get what I was feeling off my chest. “Unless-“ I cut myself off abruptly when I realised he was looking at me. I was smiling widely, and I could feel the heat rise to my face quicker than I could think. “Unless?” Gene repeated as I opened my mouth to speak but the words fell flat. Say something, say something.

“I mean, I’d write to you, see how you’re doin’ and all, you know.” My admission sorta fell flat on my tongue, I’d hinted around the topic of admitting my feelings, but I didn’t think it was obvious enough.

“You’d want to?” Gene’s gaze lingered over me as I nodded, meeting his eyes as I dropped my head back slightly. “Course, I’d want to… Obviously you don’t have to, if you don’t want-“

“No, I want to.” He was very quick to respond, settling my nerves slightly. I smiled up to him, before turning back in front of me. The paths were windy and long, surrounded by woodland, I didn’t think there was another soul around us, not at this time anyway.

“I was wonder in’-“ “I was gonna sa-“ the two of us began speaking at the same time, we shared a brief awkward laugh. “Go on.” I spoke.

“Well I was gonna ask anyway if ya’ wanted to write to me.” He cleared his throat, “I just didn’t know if some otha’ guy had already asked ya’.” My heart accelerated at his words. Was this him admitting we both shared mutual feelings? It was kind of vague but I could feel an excitement burning through me like no other.

“Well, if I’m honest I’d rather write to you.” I shyly spoke, a hand coming up to twirl a strand of my hair. “Than other guys, like Floyd and all them.” I added on nervously.

“You would?” Gene seemed genuinely stunned by my words. “Yeah.” I giggled, “why are you so shocked?” I borderline teased, as he smiled, shrugging to himself. “I dunno.” He’d mumbled, the smile never fading on his face. There was a slight rustling from the bushes to the left of me causing me to startle and jump two inches to my right, straight into Gene’s body. “I’m scared, what the fuck was that?” I cursed out, Gene’s eyes widening as he looked down to me. I felt the smooth of his hand move up my back as I tried to look out for whatever made the rustling noise next to us.

“I didn’t realise you swore.” He, on the other hand, sounded amused. My hand knocked into his chest with an embarrassed smile, realising how close we were. The two of us shared a smile before he glanced back out to the bushes. “Probably just a rabbit or something.” He uttered, but I was too focused on the beauty of his face to notice, we were so close, he just stood taller than me, that was the only distance between us.

When he did catch my eye again, he soon caught my lips, making my breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him, so I purposefully glanced at his own parted lips in return.

The thumb on my back shifted slightly, drawing a pattern there as he moved closer, in return I stood higher on my toes, almost sighing out in relief when I felt the gentle press of his kiss. Finally. At first, I was a little in shock, the back of his fingers grazed over my cheek and in return I smoothed my own hands over his shoulders, enjoying the intimacy of the kiss. Whatever was in the bushes was no longer on the forefront of my mind. Gene was.

The kiss didn’t just end there, when we did pull apart, he had the most beautiful smile on his face. He was so soft and gentle, I couldn’t help but reach up to kiss him once again. I needed to feel more of him, after months of being so close as friends, the intimate moment between the two of us felt foreign, but overwhelmingly good. The kiss deepened, my hand ran over the back of his neck and scalp, to which he reacted by pulling me closer into his body. I could feel more of him now, the swell of my breasts pushed up to his front. His grip was becoming firmer, keeping me close. The butterflies in my stomach had travelled lower down, and I didn’t feel ashamed to admit that the kiss was turning me on. The placement of his hand on my lower back made me want to wiggle it down just a little further so he could get a handful of my ass. Of course Gene was so respectful, I didn’t know if he’d make the first move to become more intimidate. I figured he wanted it, just from the feeling of the hardness in his pants that pressed into my front. God, that made me blush harder than anything before. The thought of him feeling that way because of me was a huge turn on.

Slowly, my hand snaked down to the buckle on his belt, as soon as my fingers wrapped over the waist band of his pants he pulled back slightly. “You want to?” He asked breathlessly, waiting for my consent.

I nodded up to him. “Do you?” “Yeah.” He gently responded and captured my lips once again. This time, he left kisses on my cheek, jaw, neck, and back over my lips whilst he removed his blazer. My hand slowly grazed over his erection as he let out a soft hun against my lips. That’s all I wanted to hear, it was beautiful the noises he made. “Here?” Gene then asked between kisses. “C’mon, let’s go somewhere bettuh’.” He then took the initiative to lead me by my hand towards the fields edge. “Here’s fine.” I laughed, as he set his blazer down, “c’mon.” He hushed, pulling me down onto it whilst he rested on the grass besides me. As I sat down, Gene initiated the next kiss, bringing me down to lay on the dry grass below. I let out a soft hum in appreciation as his hand smoothed over my ribs, slowly fiddling with the buttons on my white, summer dress.

Gene seemed a little shy at first, the top half of my dress was completely unbuttoned, my breasts in the bra were still exposed, yet his hand still remained over the soft skin on my torso and waist. Gently, I took his hand, guiding it up to my breast, earning a soft moan from his mouth as he groped over the swell of my boob.

Gene shifted, growing confident as he rolled his body on top of mine, planting himself between my spread legs as he softly rolled his hips into my own. The feeling was amazing, it was enough to elicit more moans from my mouth. The best thing was, Gene seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as I was, his breathing was heavy and when my hands shifted to start working on his belt, he broke the kiss just to give me a smile.

Slowly, a hand slid up the bare of my thigh, stroking and grazing over the sensitive skin as my hips purposefully bucked upwards. I felt Gene’s finger dance over the cloth of my underwear, pressing down with firm yet gentle strokes to my core. I swallowed harshly, glancing down to see his movement before our eyes met. His mouth was hung open slightly, looking just as pleasured as I felt as I moved in for another kiss.

Within minutes Gene had me moaning out his name, he had a finger buried inside of me whilst his face pressed into my neck, leaving hot kisses and nibbles in his track. I felt like I’d been sent to heaven and back- and this wasn’t even the peak of it. “Is that okay?” Gene whispered out, gulping as he added another finger to the mix. “Yeah.” I nodded, growing accustom to the stretch of his two fingers inside of me, instead of one. He curled them up, nudging a spot deep inside me which I had to bite down on the back of my hand to conceal any overly loud moans escaping my lips. “God, it feels so good.” I whined out, tugging him closer by the shirt as he kissed me once more. “I want you to fuck me.” The words then escaped my mouth, Gene’s movements stopped as he nodded, pulling his fingers out gently to instead rub his fingers slowly over my clit once again. “You want to?” He panted out, hand hesitating to remove his belt. “Yeah… I do if you want to.”

“I do.” He simply spoke, as I helped him unbuckle his belt. He seemed a little shy to fully expose himself, I didn’t know why, he was big, I could see him through his briefs, probably the perfect size.

“I uh… I don’t have a condom.” He then awkwardly admitted, thumb nervously toying with the hem of his underwear. I propped myself up on my elbows, considering it for a couple seconds. “Um… as long as you pull out- I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” He eased himself down, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Yeah.” There was no way I could deny him or myself from what had been coming for so long. “Okay.” He swallowed, lips attaching once again as both our hands fumbled down to his underwear, pulling him free from the confinements of them. My stomach churned with the anticipation of what was about to happen. He was so gentle and careful, sliding himself in as he watched over my expression with his mouth slightly agape.

The second I heard his breath escape his mouth I was done for. The pleasure was immense, despise the slight aching of him stretching me out, it felt so good to have him inside of me.

His movements started off slow, I think he was holding himself back, my hands smoothed over his cheeks, admiring the pure beauty of his pleasured expression. He looked so beautiful, god, I couldn’t get enough of him. “Harder, Gene.” With a slight moan, his head dropped into my shoulder as he nudged my legs out wider, thrusting into me at a faster pace, his fingers tightening into the skin under my neck.

It felt so good, his hips grinding up into me, hitting a sensitive part inside of me that made my head drop back in pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe I was here, doing this with Gene Roe. He was my friend! Well- I suppose now it was more than just friends.

Our gasps and moans filled the outdoor space, it seemed it was completely silent around us, there wasn’t another soul in sight. My legs lifted up further and wider, growing accustomed the sensitivity I felt in my core. I let out a gentle whine, moving my hand down to rub my aching clit, knowing I’d be close to an orgasm sooner than later. Gene pushed himself up, supported my both his arms as he watched himself pumping his cock in and out of me, mesmerised. “Oh god.” Cried out, my head and jaw tilting back as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. Gene’s hips were curling into mine, thrusting deeper inside of me as his skin slapped against my own. “Yeah?” He hummed, borderline cooing as my breathing became laboured. I was seeing stars, my jaw was slack and I felt my back arching as Gene’s hand slapped down onto one of my breasts, gripping hold of it as he seemed to let himself go.

The love making became so passionate, he’d steal kisses from me every now and then, biting my lips and groping at my tits as I felt myself becoming closer to the edge of pleasure. “Gene!” I writhed, choking out a strained gasp of his name as my hips bucked up into his before I felt myself becoming undone, my chest heaving and falling as an overwhelming rush of immense pleasure and satisfaction washed over me.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good.” I cooed out, my hands lazily drooping over his shoulders. Gene’s mouth was slack, panting out against my face as he shuffled down to kiss me hungrily.

“I’m close.” He muttered in his deep accent, thrusting himself harder up into me as I yelped out, sensitive from my orgasm. “Please.” I began to whisper, his forehead dropped against mine. “Please, give it to me.” I wanted his pleasure so bad, I wanted to feel him, see him, shit I needed it.

Gene’s sharp breaths soon turned into grunts and stifled groans, he was fucking into me at such a fast rate I could barely keep up, my legs aching from the love making as he let out one last strained groan before pulling out and finishing into his hand. His body collapsed on top of mine, groaning and exhaling as he let out the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard. Jesus Christ, he was too good.

It was only when I stirred that he lifted his head back up, watching over me with the most gentle eyes. We shared another sweet kiss, whilst his fingers trailed up my sides carefully. “Well I never expected to do that in the middle of here…” only when I looked around and fully came back down did I remember we were in the middle of a field, surrounded by wildlife and wilderness. “Gene.” I giggled back to him, kissing him once more through a smile. Well that was unexpectedly the best thing to ever happen to me…

#Band of brothers x reader #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe smut #Eugene roe x reader smut

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mariailoveyou-guerin · 6 months

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watched and Karl and Sharah truly the best the way they only did everything for other while the 2 others did it all for selfish reasons idk if that was one of the point’s especially the 2053 lady that was clear sign of yt people always choosing the bad guy always supporting the oppressors the genocidal maniac it was so on point really and the fact she did all for legs plz, and the fact after she k1lled Defoe she out on the crocodile yt people tears they always do when they regret something minutes after they do it watching her cry after she k1lled deofe even tho Elias literally said yes to murdering almost half million she still was on his side of that’s not yt to a T taking the wrong sides of history then regretting it definitely gave me nasty Oppenheimer vibes the way she acted never listening to the good people so many people was telling him

not to do it then started crying and having quilt only bc his mistresses di*ed and all of sudden he had regrets like from the moment I saw iris I disliked her so mad idk she just gave off nasty vibes and I was so right I love being always right and reading people characters to T!

dont get me started on Alfred I love him bc he was good for his time but the fact he gave up his family and sacrificed himself for a man he just met was so nasty but I get not wanting to frame an innocent man thats ew but he was really willing to give up his family

It’s giving Viktor from umbrella academy I will never understand characters giving up their families for somebody they just met 2 weeks ago idk if it’s a yt queer character or yt people thing it but it’s just so nasty to me like how that’s y’all family so so eww #bodiesnetflix

what a great show tho it was so good every character except iris were so amazing love them! can’t believe she still is alive but hopefully I doubt it but hope taxi driver Iris is better person then 2053 iris was she was so eww made me so sick to my stomach #

miss female Oppenheimer they way both didn’t care until someone showed the truth in their face and still they didn’t give a fcvk untill someone they cared about D worded! I now get why she was picked and why she was yt makes so much sense in reality it’s always yt people doing

that sort of thing joining the evil side, Iike you would never see Charles Sahara joining Elias they can’t be bought we literally saw Whitman saying no to all that safety in the time he was living oh what a beautiful man what beautiful soul heart he has and sharah obvi she’s 2023

she would never as the character she is, they way they picked perfect characters time lines for each other, storyline character development so complex and interesting! then there’s iris doing for the most selfish rzn! her character was so good to hate more

then Elias even because how did she believe in that bs when her own brother couldn’t get the treatment only bc he didn’t wanna join them I thought it was eveyone felling loved no matter what even if they didn’t wanna be forced to part of their bs utopia!

KARL AND SHARAH YOU SO LOVED BY ME! also not Karl flirting and asking Sahara for pint trough time once a ladies man always a ladies man god I love him! Alfred I’ll ignore ur one mistake so you are also loved not as much them but still and nothing for Iris!

I wish Karl Sahara would’ve met the way I have played back when Elias tells him her name and he’s like what Sah what so cute they were the best characters I love them so much wish they met the asking for pint so him even in his last breathes I LOVE HIM a lot actually!!

I did notice how only Karl Sahara weren’t DI even tho they were given the same cases another important point on society oh what a great show! Love it so much

#iris been so on brand for todays world even tho hee character was supposed to be from the future #believing in wrong side even when the facts proof are literally shown you #So where on brand with what’s happening now in the real world wigh all these western people supporting yk and western gov #she really was metaphor for them #bodies #bodies netflix #Netflix bodies #Bodies on Netflix #Karl Wissman #Charles Whiteman #Sahara Hassan #Alfred hilinghead #iris maplewood #iris mapelwood

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fanbananananana · 1 year

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green for go

Summary: Someone bumps into you in the pub and, frankly, you’ve reached your limit. Or you will.

Pairing: Irish Joe (From the Pub) x Reader

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Ummm... quite a lot of smut. 2,881 words of it in fact. Daddy kink, degradation, spitting, breeding kink (a smudge), mean joe being mean :( but then not so mean :) basically, if you like the idea of getting railed in a pub bathroom, this is for you.

A/N: Yeah, I need some help. Thanks for reading tho!

The noise in the pub was ridiculous, it had reached truly awful levels a whole pint back and didn’t seem to be receding anytime soon. She and her mates had had enough and with a slam of the last gulp she dropped her glass onto the table and took a steely breath, fully ready to turn around and unleash some type of judicial wrath on the pillocks in the corner of the pub.

Before she could even turn her body she was jolted nearly half way out of her seat by someone dropping into her back.

“What the absolute fuck-”

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t see ya there!” She whipped around and came face to face with pure green. Everywhere, all in her eyesight, she blinked and craned her neck up when she felt a hand settle on her arm, landing straight into a pair of big brown eyes looking at her over a pair of godawful early 00’s sunglasses.

She’s struck dumb, how can someone so cute look like they just stepped out of of 2001 music video? She doesn’t realise he’s waiting for a reply until she glances back up after perusing his grey Adidas bottoms and jolts when she realises he’s caught her doing the full stare-down. A blush rises on her cheeks and his eyebrows raise as his tongue comes out to lick his lip.

“Uhh, is that you lot in the corner then? Making all that noise?” There's a beat where they both take in what she’s said and she nearly kicks herself for sounding like a 55 year old grouch.

“Yeah!” he grins, “My mate Mike is doing a music video, it’s well funny, he’s a rapper.” She tries not to stare at him blankly but she can see him deflate the longer she doesn't have a reply for him.

“So um, what are you doing here then?” he stutters.

“Oh I was just here for a couple of drinks with my mates” she looks down and realises that there’s absolutely nothing left in her pint which means there’s very little reason for her to idle; her voice trails off as she glances back to her drink and then back to him.

“Oh!” he seems to get the hint “Do you want a new one? What you having?”

“Just a pint of Guinness please” He seems overly pleased with her choice while she gets up to join him at the bar. A long break seems to come over the both of them as they lean against the old wood; a mutual eyeing up, a deciding factor, and suddenly she doesn’t don’t know why she’s waiting. She decides to take the plunge.

“I-uh-actually I’m going to head to the loo” she tries not to fumble the words leaving her mouth but she sees him tilt his head in confusion when she stares a little too long at him. Before she can think about it she rushes off and resists the urge to look back, banging into the bathroom and leaning against the sink, letting out a shaky stilted breath.

She looks at herself in the mirror and strains her ears to hear if he’s followed down the hall - suddenly the door crashes open and closes just as fast, he’s locked the door in lightning time and spun around to face her. A breath, a moment passes, and then he’s in her space, sharing breath. So close she can feel his chest expand when he drags in a deep breath. He reaches up and pushes his sunglasses up his head all without taking his eyes off of her - she’s satisfied that he seems just as entranced as she is.

He brings his thumb up and runs it over her lip smearing her lip-gloss across her cheek; her moan stutters out of her as she imagines how it would look if it was his come instead. He pries her jaw open and has two fingers pressing down on her tongue before she can even catch her breath.

She adjusts and then starts to suck; is intent on learning the pattern of his fingers. She can almost feel his hips jerk and “Jesus fuck, sweetheart, your mouth.”

He grasps her chin then, resting his wet hand across her cheek and spitting into her mouth like he hasn’t just met her 10 minutes ago in a tiny London pub on a Tuesday afternoon. As soon as she feels his spit land on her tongue the edges of her vision goes soft, everything muted as her whole awareness narrows down into him.

She barely realises that she’s being lifted up and over the sink, the bathroom mirror a shock of cold on her flushed face as she’s pushed into it. Hearing coming back in a sharp rush as she hears him snarl “Come on sweetheart, look at yourself, cock drunk already and I barely even have my hands on you, hm? What are you going to be like when I finally make some room in your cunt for me huh?”

She feels him lean over her and relishes in feeling suffocated between his hard body and the unforgiving sink. She feels his breath on her cheek before he wrenches her head back and when he finally gets his mouth on hers, he groans, the sound reverberating throughout the room and straight down to her cunt.

Fuck, it’d been so long since she’d been kissed. He feels all-consuming, feels like if he didn’t have a hand around her jaw she’d float up to the ceiling. She moans as his tongue flicks the roof of her mouth, the kiss becoming slopping as she takes in the taste of him; pure guinness and an under-tang of something smooth, cigarettes and cotton infiltrating her nose with his closeness.

His hands get desperate, grabbing across her thighs and up up up until her panties are suddenly pulled down around her ankles. Immediately, she feels two fingers sink into her and the stretch makes her cry out, her breath misting up the mirror in front of her. She’s barely aware of the breathy noises she makes every time he crooks his fingers and she makes the mistake of glancing up into the mirror and catches his eyes just as she clenches up tight tight tight. Thighs shaking as she breathes through the wave; she’s boneless, knees knocking as she turns and slides to her knees.

Smooths her hands up his jean clad thighs and starts to un-do his trousers but stops suddenly- “I think it’s-I think it’s too big” she whispers, wide-eyed as she comes face-to-face with his cock.

“Aw honey,” he mocks. “You’re the one who invited me here, remember? And now you can’t handle a little extra cock in your mouth?”

She narrows her eyes, she understands a challenge when she hears one. She pulls away and before he can even think to raise a complaint she’s halfway down his dick, taking more than she can manage. His hand shoots to her hair and clenches hard while she moans, a muffled sound with her mouth full of him.

“Fuck sweetheart, you like that?”

She nods the best she can and he pulls harder, letting his hands manipulate her hair into a ponytail for leverage.

“‘M gunna fuck your mouth now, okay? You gunna let me use that pretty mouth for whatever I want?”

Her eyes flutter as he pulls her closer and he pushes further into her mouth until he feels the flutter of her throat.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he pants. You’re doing so good for me honey, that’s it.”

She hears a thump and glances up to see his head has fallen back against the wall as he uses her mouth. The glide of his cock comes easier now as she starts to drool slightly, the mess mingling with her lip-gloss he had smeared earlier across her cheeks.

“You’re so fucking messy, aren’t you? Just a messy fucking girl wanting to be fucked like the dirty little baby you are in a fucking public bathroom, isn’t that right? God, I can see the way your thighs are clenching together every time I slide deeper down your throat, you’re desperate for it aren’t ya?”

She nods as much as she can with the grip he still has on her hair, straining to take him even deeper even though she can feel his edging his way into her throat - the furthest she’d ever taken anyone before. She gags and it only seems to spur him on, his pace increasing until tears start to escape from her eyes.

He notices and slows slightly, reluctant to remove himself completely, he leaves the tip in her mouth while he wipes her tears away.

She pulls back and croaks a soft “Thank you”

He smirks, his countenance softening slightly as he strokes her cheek “I should be thanking you, shouldn’t I?”

Before she can blinks he hoists her up again against the wall, pressing her tits against his chest as he asks “Are you-?”

“Yeah, fuck, jus-”

He slaps her, not hard enough to hurt but just enough for her to startle as he brings his mouth to the red spot on her cheek “Such a dirty mouth on you. Try again. Try better.” He murmurs.

“Please. Daddy. Please, I’m on the pill” she can feel her face flushing over her already redding cheek.

“Aw, baby” he mocks as his tongue comes out to rub along his teeth, “You don’t like it when daddy is mean to you?”

Words have escaped her, she opens her mouth to speak and a whine leaves instead, her chest rising and falling rapidly and she stares into his eyes, pleading for him to hurry up.

“I think you do like it,” he continues as he brings his hand up to wrap around her neck “You like having a mean daddy to order you around, honey? Slap you around a little bit until you get wet from it? Fuck my come into you nice and deep?”

She can’t help it, the whine that leaves her mouth travels all the way up from her belly, entirely too loud for where they are and he immediately shoves two of his fingers back into the wet het of her mouth. “Shhh baby, be quiet for daddy.”

The fingers do a good job of shutting her up, she’s too distracted pressing her tongue up against them to realise that his other hand is guiding himself inside of her. He slips along her folds, rubbing over her clit and she jolts a little before mumbling “More daddy?” around his fingers. Evidently he’s feeling compassionate because the next thing she feels is him giving her tiny nub a hard slap with the tip of his cock.

It knocks the breath out of her and before she can gather any back in she feels him push his way inside of her, making room where there was none before, “Just a little more baby” he mumbles, clearly distracted by the wet heat of her, not stopping until he’s wedged all the way inside. It feels like she can feel him in her throat, the painful pinch deep in her belly letting her know there is no more room for him, something that he doesn’t seem to believe.

“Fuck, baby” he groans in her ear as he grinds down into her, starting a pace that he knows is too fast but can’t quite make himself stop. Her hips squirm against his and her hands have started to paw uselessly across his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his ugly green rugby jumper as she tries to ground herself. She suddenly becomes very aware of the whines coming out of her mouth silly little pleas of daddy, please, no, it’s too fast, please, too hard, don’t, it’s too much, I can’t- but he doesn’t seem to care, just shushes her until she finally goes limp and pliant in his arms like a silly little doll.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Are you crying, baby?”

“It’s too big, daddy,” she splutters, and yeah she’s crying now, tears spilling over and running down her rosy cheeks.

“Look at you, my sweet girl” he coos, “letting daddy see how good he fucks you, you look so pretty when you cry baby.”

This time when he wipes her tears away it seems to make something snap inside him, his thrusts get harder and he brings a hand down to play with her pink nipples, pulling and twisting, her groaning reaction only seems to fuel him-

“You’re gunna take what I give you aren’t you?” All she can do is stare into his face as he continues to thrust - it’s clearly not the response he was looking for and his hand moves lightning fast to catch her cheeks between his fingers. “I said-you’re gunna fucking take it aren’t you?” and before she can even respond he’s moving her head for her, her cheeks pinched between his fingers, puckering her mouth.

“I know.” he pants, “I know baby, it’s hard but you’re taking me so well aren’t you?” he nods along now, a faux little sympathy smile lighting up his face, his bottom lip pouting as he mocks her. “I know it’s too much for your little cunt but you’re doing so good, you’re so perfect for me, fit me like a glove, don’cha?”

All of a sudden he’s pushing her face back roughly as he pulls out and flips her around, she finds herself face down over the counter and he’s back inside her within seconds. His tempo has increased, thrusts hitting harder as she whimpers and goes limp.

“Fuck,” he groans, fucking up into her. “You” —thrust— “like” —thrust— “that” —thrust— “baby?”

Her breath hitches and she whines, trying to keep it down, trying to not let the sounds and words out in the small bathroom. Her eyes scrunch up tight and she bites her lips so hard she can start to taste blood.

She underestimated his attention and suddenly he’s reaching for her clit, “Come on, sweetheat, don’t keep it in,” he starts to rub in slow, messy circles and she can’t take it anymore, it’s building in her chest and climbing up her throat “-daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” She cries as she clenches down babbling as he continues to thrust, his hand gradually getting more soaked as he continues to rub her clit even after the pleasure starts to turn into a sharp awareness. He presses in with just an extra little pressure and the breath is punched out from her, a wounded noise escaping as she realises she’s stuck between him and the counter, no escape in sight.

“Daddy, mean” she stutters out as he straightens up and brings her with him, “Look.” he demands pushing her head to lean back onto his shoulder so she can see their reflection in the bathroom mirror. His cheek pushed to hers and those stupid sunglasses still pushed up on his head.

Her mascara has streaked across her cheek, her cherry-flavoured lip gloss still smeared across her cheeks and chin. His eyes catch her own glazed-over look in the mirror and his tongue pokes out of his mouth, a smirk rising as he takes her in.

“My baby’s going to look at me this whole time, isn’t she? Because if she’s not I’m not going to let her come again, isn’t that right?”

You nod along, too far gone to resist and he seems to relish in it, this power he has over you. He starts back up again; pushing in with one hard thrust, enough to make her scream.

“Shut the fuck up” he snarls, “ You want everyone outside to know you’re in here getting filled like a little slut hm?”

The words make her clench and “-oh you do? You do want everyone to know you’re in here getting fucked by daddy yeah? Want your little pussy plugged full of my cum before I send you back out there? Drippy and still needy?”

She squirms at that, pushing herself back onto his cock, all white-hot heat - she’s getting close again, spurred on by the ragged breathing behind her and the obscene squelching noise her pussy is making every time his cock moves in and out. It makes her flush more than she thought possible, a tingling moving up from her toes.

His thrusts are getting sloppy and his voice raspy “You gunna come for me, baby?”, he’s gritting his teeth, refusing to give up before she does.

She’s crying again, punched out noises being pulled from her with every hard thrust and suddenly it hits her like a boulder, her toes curl, her cunt clenches and he folds himself over her as the aftershocks of her orgasm drag him under, collapsing with a deep groan.

“Fuck,” he pants while pulling out gently. “You okay?”

She whimpers a little at the loss of him and she can feel him twitch from where he’s still leaning against her bum.

“Yeah, ‘m okay,” she says, still breathless. “So, daddy, you got a name?”

He breathes out a chuckle, “It’s Joe.”

She catches his eyes in the mirror, still lent over the counter catching her breath. “Well Joe, fancy buying me a pint?”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #irish joe x reader

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stillalittlelostngl · 1 year

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MHA Boys w/ 5ft Tall S/O (Reader)

This was a request I had from a while back that I'm reposting

Katsuki (5’8)

-his initial instinct wasn’t to recognize them as any sort of threat due to their height - he knows logically it's a bit of an assumption so he *should* still keep an eye on them (they're in the hero course after all)

-until of course they quickly went on to prove they could pack a punch even with such a small frame and he hated to admit it but he was pretty impressed

-cue constant teasing about their height - Bakugou generally likes to get under people's skin partly because he's just a confrontational dick like that and partly because he can further assess them that way - their reactions, emotional disposition, how confrontational they are etc. he makes a mental note of it all. He tells himself it's because it's useful info to have that'll translate well to how they are during a fight or stressful situation. Definitely not at all because it's the only way he knows how to get their attention on him - nuh uh couldn't possibly be that

-short stack/short stuff, smalls, small fry, half pint, pipsqueak, ankle biter - honestly it seems like he has a new name every day for them. He gets a kick out of their reactions since they do have a bit of a temper of course that also means they tend to retaliate which left the rest of the class having to defuse the situation

-(honestly liked that they weren’t scared to stand up to him or talk back so that and their general strength are what he respected about em from the jump +drew him to them)

-overtime he develops his crush and he wants to hit himself in the face for thinking that them being short is something endearing - honestly it probably stems from the ego boost he’d get anytime he had to help them get something off a shelf or help them up during training. Sure he'd give them shit for it the whole time but he was always the first to rush to help them when they asked for it.

-when they started dating the names didn’t stop of course but some more appropriate pet name ones occasionally got thrown into the mix too (firecracker, mini, lil bit, etc.)

-he likes that they’re able to fit under his arm perfectly when he puts his arm around them when they walk and that he can pick them up like it’s nothing - the laughter he’s able to get out of them when he does it is cute as hell. Of course his favorite thing is that they have to get on their tip toes a bit when they want to kiss him and he’ll often tease them by not leaning down for them

-(what then ensues is them climbing him and tryna wrestle him down to their height or if they’re annoyed enough to the ground - how successful they are varies day to day)

-(if he’s irritated with them he’ll hid their shit in the top cabinets and on top of the fridge - after several instances of him yelling at his classmates they’ve learned to not interfere and help his s/o)

-(his s/o buys a stepstool)

Todoroki (5’9)

-honestly doesn’t think much of it, has no strong feelings about it either way as he’s kinda oblivious to these sorts of things unless they’re in relation to a fighting situation or efficiency - it’s just how he’s been taught to process things tbh

-so, he things its kinda a disadvantage to not be able to reach things or to have to work harder to keep up with him when he’s walking - but they’re also able to hide better and could probably do infiltration missions better, so that’s cool

-of course he makes sure to tell his s/o this anytime they ask him to help them get something down - he thinks their reactions are pretty funny tbh

-he does like being big spoon tho and watching how comfortable they are all wrapped up in him, that’s pretty cute

-one time they mentioned how it was kind of a pain to always have to strain to kiss him so he lifted them up a step so that they were a equal height before asking them to kiss try kissing him then (kinda becomes their thing after that - if his s/o wants to initiate a kiss they’ll look for something to climb or sit on before doing so)

-idk it’s not really something he thinks about - he likes his s/o because they’re them and so he’ll find anything about them physically appealing. It’s not more complicated for him than that.

Midoriya (5’5)

-he’s not really used to being *that* much taller than folks so it secretly pleases him that you’re short. He treats it as if it’s some guilty pleasure or something because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s demeaning you for something you can’t control, he just think it’s so adorable that you have to look up at him or stand on your tip toes to kiss him or ask for his help to reach things!

-(midoriya loves to feel needed and it just really reiterates a feeling of being a hero because he’s able to help you with stuff - even if it is just small tasks)

-how small your hands are in his is what does it for him tho babyyy - makes him feel better to have your hand engulfed in his so that he can keep you safe

Shinsou (5’9 )

-he’s used to towering over classmates so it’s not something he pays too much attention to but he does find it pretty cute

-he teases you about it from time to time (not to the extent Bakugou does - normally just using you as an arm rest or some “if you want me to reach that or help you up you have to pay the toll” (changes from being one kiss, saying he’s the best and is better than you at everything, etc. - the things you do to get to the top shelf smh)

-the first time he tried to kiss you he was so nervous that when he leaned down he missed completely and ended up just kissing your forehead - tried to play it off as intentional but it was pretty obvious it wasn’t lmao

-forehead kisses do become a thing for y’all though

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five good things

okay, gonna start with the main one because it's a big one:

LAST CAT STANDING IS GETTING HIS THYROID SORTED! He's had an overactive thyroid for pushing on for three years and we've been managing it with medication but it's been getting worse and although there is a treatment that will fix it outright (radioactive iodine injection) there have been such shortages that only one place has been doing it and their waiting list is over a year long, so he wouldn't be getting it this year, and he's nearly 18 so the longer he has to wait the worse he's going to get. However! Our vet called us last week and said she'd been doing a bit of research and found a couple of places much closer to us who are offering the treatment again and have much shorter waiting lists - one of them only about a month - so we said please refer him to one or other of those, and settled down to wait. Then I got a call yesterday from a very lovely vet at one of the places who talked me through it all and booked him in FOR TWO AND A HALF WEEKS' TIME. He'll have had it done by the time he turns 18 in mid-April! The really amazing thing is that this treatment has a 99.9% success rate - the vet described it both as 'the gold standard' and 'magical' and if a Sensible Veterinary Science Person is describing a treatment as 'magical'...well. I can't even begin to describe how thrilled we are. Our other three all had things that couldn't be cured (we don't even know what it was that Beanie had) so to have something that really can be cured straight off with one injection is just...it's such a relief you guys, I don't know how to tell you.

I've just had a really good two days at job number two with my gardener-lady biographer (who has turned into a really good friend and in fact bought our lovely little car off us a couple of months ago - so I got to see the little fella again which was lovely) - we did some reboxing of the stuff she's been sorting out, shuffled everything up and sorted it into a better order, and it all feels a lot more manageable now.

X-Men 97 is out!!! I haven't had chance to watch it yet but I'm SO EXCITED YOU GUYS OMG. I've seen a few stills, and it looks like my beloved Gambit is just as he was, and oh I am so pleased. <333333

The sun's been out today and we went for a wander at lunchtime, the spring flowers are all out and it was just so gloriously lovely to stand in the sun and feel warm.

Barduil Month is nearly here! (if anyone wants to prompt me please feel free - I have a couple but am always on the lookout for more!)

I am sitting in the pub with a very nice pint of Camden Hells and the laptop, one of my fellow regulars who I get on really well with is in the back room watching the rugby on his ipad and is going to come and join me when he's done, and some of my favourite bar staff are working. I am utterly knackered (I am such a lightweight, I'm not used to doing five-day weeks any more, and when I do two days in a row for job number two, to make it worth it for my friend to come up from London to work on gardener-lady's papers, I am always utterly wiped out at the end of it) but I'm chilling out and decompressing, there's a Wall of Sound playlist on the speakers (Da Doo Ron Ron currently) and everything is very lovely.

Both Isaac Howlett from Empathy Test and The Holy Ones have new singles out! Isaac's is here and is just perfect wounded-yearning-boy electropop (much like Empathy Test really) and THO's is here and is huge fun stoner-rock and Japa-the-guitar-player (who is one of my favourite people from the Finndom) hasn't changed a bit in fifteen years and I adore both him and the song. I'm hoping they'll announce some shows - they were playing in Helsinki in May 2020 and announced the show with enough notice that I was able to make arrangements to go, and I was on the point of doing so when Covid happened, the show was postponed to the September (when I still wouldn't have been able to enter Finland) and then cancelled, so I'm really really hoping they come through this time because I'm dying to see them. I also have itchy feet like you wouldn't believe and am dying for an excuse to go somewhere, and Helsinki being one of my favourite places in the whole world, well... :D :D :D

I had a fab birthday last week, and we went up to the new 'food dock' in town (one end of the docks has been converted into lots of bars, cafes and restaurants and it has been a very protracted process but it's finally finally all open) and had awesome burgers, locally-produced ice cream and locally-produced beer and looked at the pretty lights on the water and generally had a lovely evening of it.

Aaaaaand I have a fancy record player that works with our fancy wifi sound system, and Placebo's last two albums on vinyl, courtesy of the missus, and it's fancy enough that it doesn't auto-return at the end of a side so for the first time in about forty years I heard the track in the runout groove of side two of Sgt. Pepper which I hadn't heard since my dad got a tower stereo system in the 80s that had an auto-return and didn't play the runout groove and...yeah. Awesome. I sorted all my vinyl back into order (the missus does not do alphabetical order, and she'd had it all out of the cupboard at some point to do something or other behind the cupboard and then had not put it back in the right order), rediscovered a good few things, listened to a bunch of stuff and generally nerded out quite happily for a good few days XD

I had 96% on my most recent OU assignment XD all that's left to do is an essay plan for the final assignment, and then the final assignment itself, and given that I find planning really difficult, I'm probably going to write the final assignment and then summarise it for the plan, hand that in, then hand the final assignment in once I've had the feedback from the plan XDDDD And then I will be done, and I will be the king's favourite band (the Three Degrees) XDDDDDD

I think that's more than enough, don't you? :D Things are pretty all right at the moment, which is rather nice.

#five good things

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