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ticketstomydaydreams · 3 years

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Lockdown Frustration (18+)

Part Two: 'Need a hand?'

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: The line between friends and lovers has been officially blurred. After your afternoon of passion, Colson knows you want more...

Word Count: 1,112 (just a quickie!)

Feels: Pure Horn

Warnings: Total smut, rough handling

A/N: Lockdown Frustration was going to just be a one off but I like the dynamic I've set up so here we are. More to come! (all puns intended) 😈

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The events of the afternoon had been at the forefront of your mind all evening. You and Colson had pretty much had the house to yourselves earlier, with everyone else occupied in the studio, sleeping or out getting supplies, but now the house was lively and full of energy.

Everyone was gathered in the lounge, chatting, smoking and watching TV. You’d purposefully sat as far away from Colson as you could, trying to play it cool in front of everyone, but he kept catching your eye, knowing exactly what you were thinking about. Staring at you from the opposite end of the sofa, he leans back and lifts his shirt, gently scratching his anarchy tattoo then adjusting the waistband on his Ethikas. He smirks when he sees your eyes wander, knowing he’s got your attention as you squirm in your seat. Hooking up with Colson was supposed to have scratched the itch, but you were now hornier than ever...

Damn it

After a deep exhale, you break his gaze saying “Right, I’m cooking tonight. Who’s up for fajitas?”

This gets a ‘whoop!’ from the guys so you push yourself up off the sofa, slip your feet back into your slides and make your way to the kitchen. Getting everything you need out of the fridge, you grabbed a chopping board and a knife and started slicing some onions, glad to have something to occupy your hands...and mind.

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You’ve only been in the kitchen for a couple of minutes when Colson appears, making his way around the counter to stand behind you. He leans forward, placing his hands on the counter either side of you, so he’s towering over you and whispers in your ear, “You need a hand?”, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t see how you could be any help, you can’t cook to save yourself” you reply, your breath hitching as he bends his knees slightly to press himself against your ass, so you can feel his hardening cock through his jeans.

“You know, that’s not what I mean” he says, biting your earlobe as he slips his right hand into the waistband of your sweats and down into your underwear. He traces his middle finger through your folds, feeling how wet you already are and starts rubbing slow circles around your clit.

You sigh at the feeling and your grip loosens on the knife, still in your hand. He leans down to your ear again, “Concentrate on what you’re doing. Keep chopping”

You try to carry on, but your hands are shaking as he starts to quicken his movements against your clit and continues whispering in your ear.

“I saw you watching me, you get this wet just from looking at me huh? Thinking about how good I made you feel before?” he says, sliding his finger down to your entrance and pushing it inside, pressing hard against your g spot. The knife clatters on to the chopping board as you quickly move your hands to the counter’s edge to steady yourself, your knees buckling beneath you as he beckons his finger against your inner wall, hard and fast.

You try and stay quiet, your breathing heavy and ragged, but when he pushes his ring finger in alongside his middle, stretching you and putting even more pressure on your g spot, you can’t help but let out a moan.

Colson brings his left hand up and covers your mouth “Shhh Y/N” he whispers, pausing his movements to listen for any movement from the lounge. Satisfied hearing the sound of idle chatter continuing in the other room, he starts working his fingers inside you again.

“You gonna be a good girl and keep quiet while I make you cum?”

You nod your head but as he moves his soaking fingers back up to your clit, rubbing hard, side to side, another moan escapes your lips, muffled against his hand. He lets out a soft chuckle

“Seems you can’t be trusted Y/N, looks likes I’ll have to keep you quiet myself”

Colson presses his hand tighter across your mouth as he buries his long fingers back inside you again, bottoming out to his knuckles. Your knees are shaking and you can feel yourself crumbling, as he pounds his fingers against your g spot repeatedly, the heel of his hand providing an almost unbearably pleasurable pressure against your clit.

His hand still clamped across your mouth, he pulls your head back into his chest, pressing your body firmly against his as he keeps you upright, your body starting to convulse slightly as your orgasm builds

“You wanna cum babygirl?” You nod your head as best you can while being held so firmly

“Cum on my fingers for me” He whispers, breathing heavily into your ear, getting off on feeling your writhe in his grasp. Hearing his words and feeling his hard cock pressed against you from behind, you are sent over the edge. He quickens his pace and your vision blurs as you feel the knot in your stomach break, your walls clenching so hard around his fingers he can barely keep them moving as your orgasm floods through you, soaking his fingers further as you buck against his hand.

You’ve barely had a chance to ride your orgasm out when you both hear footsteps approaching the kitchen. Colson pulls his fingers from you and moves to the other side of the counter so quickly, you feel dazed, your pussy still throbbing with pleasure but pulsating around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside you.

You quickly pick the knife back up off the chopping board with shaking hands, as Rook enters the kitchen and heads towards the fridge. As Rook is getting beer from the fridge, his back turned to both of you, you look up and catch eyes with Colson. As he adjusts his hard cock with one hand, disguising it in the waistband of his jeans he brings his other hand to his mouth, slowly sucking your orgasm off his wet fingers, holding your gaze the entire time.

He takes a joint down from behind his ear putting it between his lips and taking a deep inhale as he lights up, his eyes trained on yours

“Hey Rookie, pass us one of those will ya” he says, before taking a beer that Rook holds out to him from the fridge “You’re all good in here, right Y/N?” he says, sticking his tongue out at you

Rook walks back out of the room and just before he follows him, Colson leans over his side of the counter and winks at you

“To be continued…”

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years

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webbed down [2]

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

summary: the morning after webbed down

notes: the long awaited sequel (literally over a year) is finally here!!! i hope it doesn’t disappoint––

give me feedback! please :)

so peter was never one to back off on his word

and you knew that of course,

but today you would really know that

so you woke up in the morning to pee and somehow managed to wobble your way over to the bathroom while peter was still asleep

you had a feeling that it was going to be a long day since peter said he wasn’t going to go easy on you today so while you were in there you brushed your teeth and washed your face

then you slipped into the kitchen and drank some water and got a quick breakfast before making your way back into bed for a quick nap

(you were tired, what can you say)

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were basically out

it wasn’t until around noon that you woke up again

you heard a slight buzzing noise that made you stir a little bit in your sleep

then you felt a buzzing make it’s way up your thighs slowly

you opened your eyes to find peter in between your thighs, his dark eyes gazing over your naked body with a smirk on his lips

“oh good, you’re awake.” he said nonchalantly

“i was starting to get impatient––”

he had one hand on your inner thigh, stroking it deceivingly soft as he moved your vibrator closer to between your thighs

you subconsciously tried to shut your legs closed and couldn’t

realizing that both your legs were webbed to either side of the bed

then, glancing up, you noticed your hands were webbed up as well

you looked back to peter and his smirk only deepened

“these are my new webs i just made, baby.”

you waited for him to tell you the catch

“let’s just say you’re gonna be tied down for a good while––longer than usual”

he finally pressed the vibe to your clit, but not enough for it to feel as good as it could

he ran it through your folds, up and down, only letting it lightly graze your clit until your hips began chasing his hand

and you could tell he was getting hard at the sight of you

(he was wearing the grey sweats that you loved on him and that alone was a tell that he felt like being a huge tease today)

he always loved seeing your body submit to him, so much that you could barely control your movements

peter told you his plans for the day and just the thought of them had you squirming already

well as much as you could in the restraints anyway

“i’m gonna leave you all tied up here today, pretty girl.”

“gonna go run some errands, stock up on some food since i know you’ll need lots of it when i’m done with you.”

“then ned’s gonna come over and we’re gonna hangout for a few hours while you’re in here,”

“quiet,” he looked at you sternly, pressing the vibe directly onto your clit, making you yelp before he resumed his original teasing pace

“cumming over and over, as much as you want.”

you gasped and he laughed, “oh did you think i was gonna edge you today, princess? no today we’re gonna overstimulate that little clit of yours until you’re crying, shaking and begging me to stop.”

he leaned over you, his breath hitting your lips as he looked into your eyes, his hand still moving the toy between your legs

“so you gonna be a good girl for me today?” he asked, his queens accent prominent as ever

you nodded, swallowing thickly as you looked into his piercing stare

“promise”

he locked your lips with his, intending for it to be a quick peck but once he got a taste of you, he could never get enough

plus, he would be leaving you here all day so he decided he had to make it count

he laughed when he saw you craning your neck for more and grinned, leaning down to bite your lip before pulling away completely

he moved so he was back between your legs and you jolted when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit again

he pulled a web cartridge out of nowhere and webbed the toy to you somehow so it managed to stay directly on your most sensitive part

with a kiss to your thigh, he got off of the bed

he made sure to ask your color to see if you were okay with all this

when you responded green through a small whimper, he grinned, winking as he walked out of the room

“i’d say see you soon,” he bit his lip looking at your pussy clenching under the vibe, “but that’s a lie.”

and with that he shut the door

you don’t know how long peter was gone but you were sure he was taking as much time as he possibly could

you honestly lost track of how many times you came

since you were alone you could have been as loud as you pleased, but you didn’t want the neighbors to complain, especially since you weren’t exactly able to get out of bed if they knocked on your door––

so you were biting your lip and trying your best to muffle your moans, knowing that when peter came back with ned, you’d have to be quiet anyway

and honestly that made you even hornier

by the time he came back, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was setting

and he didn’t come to you immediately

no, he made you wait even longer

he knew you were just aching for him to see you, to touch you and kiss you

which is why he took his time

well that and, he was also playing video games

ned was going off on one of his many tangents when you let out a particularly loud whine

luckily, ned didn’t notice

but peter did

he subtly turned up the volume on the tv before excusing himself

you faintly heard him say something about how you weren’t feeling well and how he had to check up on you real quick

he made his way into the room, shutting the door so ned couldn’t peak inside in case he got curious

as soon as he saw you, his gaze darkened

you could practically feel his eyes heating your skin as he scanned your body up and down

your lips were plump from all the bites you’d been giving them all day

your chest was shining in the light, a sheen layer of sweat coating your skin

your nipples pebbled, straining for attention

and you were dripping

he took his time admiring you as he slowly walked to the end of the bed

he took a seat between your legs and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hands rub up and down your thighs

he waited a moment before reaching over and turning off the vibrator

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or if you wanted more but you didn’t have much time to think about it before peter moved the toy out of the way, wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked hard

you jolted and couldn’t help but let a particularly loud moan of his name out

though he groaned at the sound of you and couldn’t help but grin into your heat, he scolded you teasingly, his voice like velvet

“bad girl“

he pulled away and smacked your pussy, making you whimper, your back arching

“don’t want ned to hear, do we?”

he raised a brow and you shook your head in agreement, letting out a quiet “no”

“had to turn up the volume since you were so loud,” he tutted, shaking his head in mock disapproval

he dissolved the webs holding the vibe and threw it aside before lying down and burying his face in you

you almost screamed but you bit your lip, not wanting to scar ned for life

and even though ned was right outside, peter was not holding back one bit

he put one hand on your stomach, holding you down as he licked up your wetness, spreading it all over your pussy

“so fucking wet, princess.”

“m’sure you don’t even know how many times you came––”

“i’d say at least 20 with how long i left you here.”

“you’re practically dripping onto the sheets, fuck––”

you were so sensitive and so so wet, you felt like you were going to burst out of your skin, you felt like you were on fire but you’d never felt better in your life

peter slid two fingers inside you and you mewled when he sucked on your clit while scissoring his digits inside of you

he quickly found that spot inside of you that made you melt and you let out a quiet but desperate string of curses

“shit pete, oh my god! fuck––”

you were so so close and you were about to tip over the edge when you heard ned speak up

“dude i finally beat the level!”

peter lifted his head and looked up at you, his mouth slick with your wetness, fingers still pressing against your spot

“dude no way! i’ll be right out, just helping my girl for a second.”

it was honestly impressive how peter could switch the tone of his voice so quickly

“no problem! also it sucks that you’re sick y/n. i hope you feel better!”

you cleared your throat and shut your eyes tightly, about to answer when you felt peter’s tongue back on your clit, his fingers going faster than ever as they repeatedly hit your spot over and over

your eyes shot open and you looked down, eyes wide, to see peter looking right at you, a smirk on his face

“well don’t be rude, princess. answer him.” he commanded before wrapping his lips around your clit again, coaxing you to the edge

“th––thanks ned!” there were tears in your eyes and your voice cracked as you replied to him but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when you were so close to cumming

peter slid his hand up to your breasts and pinched your nipple hard just as he slipped a third finger inside of you and you came without warning, your eyes rolling back as your whole body tensed, your mouth dropping open to let out a silent moan

it felt like your soul was leaving your fucking body

“such a good girl for me” peter said, licking up your juices

the noises your pussy was making were borderline obscene but you couldn’t control it

you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as you felt peter get off of the bed

it was a couple of minutes later when you heard him moving something

you open your eyes and he’s setting up a “fucking machine”

he placed it on the bed and turned it on,

setting it on the slowest setting so that he could make sure it’s positioned properly

and as soon as the dildo slid into you, you let out a broken moan

“oh my god––”

peter could feel himself swelling in his sweats and how he was going to hide that from ned, was beyond you

you and him both knew that this was going to be torture since you couldn’t cum from that alone

but peter was more than ready to have his fun with you

and just when you thought things couldn’t get any “worse”, he pulled out a remote

he was going to fuck you from the other room

he smirked as he watched the realization set in on your face

“i’ll be right outside, princess.”

he leaned down to kiss your clit and you couldn’t help the moan that you let out

his eyes turned a shade darker,

“i’d say scream if you need me...” he paused, glancing over your body, “but if i hear anything from you while i’m outside,” he turned up the speed on the machine and your eyes widened, your mouth dropping open only for you to quickly bite it closed, “this stops.”

with that he walked out of the room, slipping the remote into his pocket

you could already hear him joking around with ned, shouting excitedly and laughing but it soon drowned out as he the speed picked up on the machine

you were slipping further into your headspace––you’d been slipping all day, but now that peter was here when you really needed him and he wasn’t touching you, that’s what pushed you further

you were so fucking sensitive

peter kept alternating the speed and it felt so good,

but it wasn’t enough to make you cum

you felt the bubble in the pit of your stomach expanding wider and wider but it just wasn’t enough for it to burst

you felt so drained that you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to

the sun was completely gone by the time ned had left and it seemed that peter did every other possible thing he could have done before coming to you

you weren’t even sure when peter actually stepped into the room

you were so far gone that when you shut your eyes it felt like you slipped into another dimension

but as soon as you heard him speak up, your senses went into overdrive and you were completely aware of him and where he was

you just needed him to touch you

“look at you, princess...” he clicked on the highest speed, the remote still in his pocket and you let out a long whine. “all fucked out for me and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

he picked up the vibrator, set it on the highest vibration and pressed it directly to your clit

you let out a gasp and your legs weakly strained against the webs as you came

the sight of you struggling through your pleasure only made peter want you even more

without even letting you settle down from your high, peter put the vibe on the bed, dissolved the webs on your legs and hastily threw the fucking machine aside

(you were honestly surprised it didn’t break)

he practically ripped his sweats off and positioned himself between your legs

you were honestly out of breath but once peter slid into you all at once, his thumb immediately finding your clit with no warning, he managed to knock what little breath you had left out of you

he started deep and hard, letting you feel every inch of him as he slammed into you over and over

“had me. so. hard. all. day.” he said between thrusts.

“you know that?” he asked rhetorically, not even letting you think of a response

“unlike you, cumming in here as much as you pleased, i was out there leaking in my fucking boxers at the thought of you.”

you regained strength of your legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into you and he laughed breathlessly

“you got to cum all. damn. day.”

“what do we say, angel?”

when you struggled to respond, he stopped, his cock buried all the way inside of you, throbbing as your pussy clenched around him

“what do we say?” he repeated himself, moving so that he was leaning over you menacingly, his breath hitting your lips

you whined loudly before looking into his eyes that were the darkest you’d ever seen them,

“th––thank you, sir.”

he grinned, moving so his lips were by your ear, before whispering “good girl.”

with that he picked up his pace and began thrusting at a pace that was almost inhumane

your mouth dropped open, your body aching to scream, but all that came out was a weak gasp

peter slid a hand down and raised one of your legs, opening you wider and you groaned at how the change in position felt

he growled, leaning into you to kiss and suck at your neck

he felt himself getting close but he didn’t want to cum yet so he pulled out, ignoring your whines

the webs on your hands were loosened up by now so peter ripped them off of you and your eyes were quick to find his

you looked so innocent but the wet spot between your legs on the sheets and the smell of the room said otherwise

“can i please touch you?”

he smiled before flipping over so you were on your hands and knees and you pouted, your face hidden in the sheets

but it was soon replaced with a smile as peter grabbed your arms, twisting them behind your back so he could interlace his fingers with yours

you sighed contently and he laughed, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before asking

“you ready?”

you responded a quiet “always”

and he replied “so good for me” before sliding his cock into you and slapping your ass

he went fast and hard and with each thrust you let out a small moan

he felt himself getting closer and closer before he knew it

he was so overwhelmed by you he couldn’t even think straight anymore

deciding he wanted to see you while he made you both cum, he flipped you over again, his cock still snug inside of you

you gasped for what felt like the tenth time that day/night

peter kept thrusting into you, leaning forward so he could kiss you

you moaned and melted into the kiss, finally getting what you ached for all day

you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling just the way he liked, making him groan into your mouth as he brought a hand up to pull you closer to him

your smiled cheekily, your tongues still rolling together, barely noticing when his hand slipped away

but you soon dropped away from the kiss when you felt the vibrator back on your clit at the highest level

peter started thrusting faster you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched

“want you to cum one more time on my cock so i can fill you up...can you do that for me, baby?”

you nodded, tears pooling and rolling down your cheeks “y––yes...”

peter held out as long as he could, still pounding into you and as soon as your legs tightened around him, he knew you were about to cum

he just didn’t know how hard

you finally let out that scream that had been inching it’s way out of your throat all day, seeing white as you came all over peter, your legs shaking

he groaned, releasing his load inside of you “holy shit baby, fuck that’s it––”

he turned off the vibe and threw it aside, thrusting inside of you a few times until your hands came down to push him weakly

“no please please––”

he grabbed your hands and kissed your palms, soothing you

“it’s okay baby, you’re okay. we’re done.”

he slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum slowly make it’s way out of your used hole

“god you’re perfect...”

normally he would bury his face between your thighs to clean you up but he didn’t want to hurt you so he let you be

he kissed your forehead before lying down next to you, pulling you over to him to rest your head on his chest

the both of you were panting hard as peter’s hands caressed your body, coaxing you back to him

“you did so so good for me, princess.”

you took some time to respond, still in shock from your orgasms

“yeah?”

“of course,” he kissed your cheek, “always so good for me. my best girl.”

it was a while before he spoke up again, wanting you to fully be able to process his words since you were a little out of it

“gonna clean you up soon, take a warm bath.”

you sighed, happy with those plans

“then i got you takeout from your favorite restaurant, which we’ll eat after you’re nice and clean.”

you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “thank you baby.”

he smiled when you pulled away, looking at you fondly, wondering how he got so lucky. “anything for my best girl.”

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ryuichirou · 4 years

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Could you share some of your erejean headcanons? 👀

Oh could I 👀 I’m glad you asked, anon! Because we do have some headcanons about EreJean…

As I already mentioned, we have a headcanon that they used to fool around together when they were cadets. Chemistry + intense arguing + stress + horniness did their thing. Even if they intended to keep it masturbation-only at first, it quickly became something more.

Jean was very horny back then, and Eren was helping him out. Jean was the first one to come with this type of problem. Jean really had no one else to turn to but Eren with this, he really needed him. He couldn’t ask Connie because Connie was an idiot and Jean was barely friends with anyone else. He maintained a rivals-friends relationship with Eren and it helped. It was just that one moment when Jean realised jerking off wasn’t enough and he wanted something else... That’s how it happened first. When Eren got horny, Jean would help him out too of course, that happened often too.

At some point they did it every time when they got an opportunity to be alone for like 5 minutes. If they were alone in a shower, it was the best case scenario.

Although there were a lot of situations when the rest of cadets would enter the showers at the worst possible moment. And the right thing to do would be to stop whatever they were doing, go to different corners of the room and make it seem like they were just showering before anyone noticed anything. But Eren got stubborn sometimes, so they had to continue having sex stealthily, which is almost impossible when the room is filled with loud guys. Reiner noticed that and helped them to avoid unnecessary attention at least once.

Technically Eren and Jean were just helping each other out, but still there are some feelings here. We have a headcanon that Jean has a crush on Eren, both in the canonverse and in the AUs where there are EreJean interactions.

After their cadet years they were too busy to continue their thing as often as they used to, but they still do it from time to time. Not enough for Jean’s taste, but he’d rather bite his own leg off than say that to Eren.

It also became more difficult for Jean to provoke Eren, this is why Jean complains so much about the fact that Eren is too moody now and always just mumbles something to himself while looking at his own hand. And this is why he was so shocked when Eren replied to his snarky comment back then before the Shiganshina Battle when they were having meat for dinner. He was extremely happy.

Their kisses were very awkward at first. They don’t kiss very often in general, but at first it was almost funny, because Eren was too aggressive and he basically attacked Jean’s mouth with his own. And Jean kind of wanted to take the process into more of a sensual territory, but he didn’t want to lose to Eren, and it ended up being just a straight-up fighting with tongues (and maybe bites). As a result, after about 15 minutes both of them were an exhausted drooling mess.

Jean tried to argue with Eren for the right to top at least once, but they both kind of knew that Jean didn’t really want that. Less than 3 minutes after Jean’s statement about the matter, he bottomed once again and his heart and body were satisfied.

Jean has conflicted feelings about him enjoying being pushed around by Eren as much as he does. He can act all offended and angry at Eren for treating him too aggressively or being rude to him, but it still makes him weak at the knees. The amount of times he moaned quietly when Eren said something mean to him during the process… a lot.

Jean also likes it when Eren is all mad and shouting, he provokes him a lot. Of course he’s sure that he just enjoys the fact that Eren is too emotional and is easy to provoke, it’s fun to poke a bear when the bear is this entertaining when mad. But there is a part of Jean that genuinely just likes it when Eren is grabbing him roughly after they had a fight in front of everyone.

This isn’t a headcanon per-se, it’s something that Isayama mention in the SnK Encyclopedia, but I still love this fact, so I’m gonna put it here anyway: Eren and Jean are very comfortable with each other physically.

Which makes me think that there is a lot of shoving, pushing, grabbing, slapping, headbutting and other stuff going on when these two are in the same room together. A lot of it happens unconsciously, Eren can just kick Jean’s leg out of nowhere while they’re sitting next to each other talking to someone. And Jean will likely kick him back.

I’ve been thinking about it since Anon mentioned it the other day, and I accept this headcanon with my whole heart: Jean grew out his hair because it feels good when Eren pulls it. Of course he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself.

Jean secretly thinks that Eren is very handsome and cool. He’d never compliment him of course, but he might comment on how freakishly big Eren’s eyes are. Eren, however, talks a lot about how stupidly tall Jean is and how stupidly long and heavy his legs are. It ends up with another bickering, but Jean gets very obviously shy anyway.

Jean’s stupidly long legs are always super shaky after sex, Eren scoffs at it and compares Jean to a newborn baby horse every time.

Jean blushes A LOT. His entire body turns red when he’s turned on, his ears are very red, his face is red. His eyes get teary and he sweats a lot. He also breathes heavily and moans a lot (of course he’s trying to hold back, but Eren is too intense for him)

Jean is very loud and he doesn’t notice that a lot of times, he thinks that Eren exaggerates when he complains about it.

For that reason, Eren loves putting his hand over Jean’s mouth sometimes. But a lot of times he’s doing it just because he likes that.

Jean loves being manhandled and having sort of a rough sex just in general.

If we’re talking about an AU where both Erejean and Ereri are a thing, Eren would definitely notice how loud, whimpery and sensitive Jean is compared to Levi. He might even comment on how slutty and obvious Jean is, which would only make Jean even hornier.

Ghh I love EreJean very much and have a huge soft spot for Jean in general. Thanks for your question, Anon, it’s fun talking about them.

#replies #erejean #jean kirsein #eren yeager #headcanons

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joshslater · 4 years

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So long, schlong

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He was good looking, black hair, hazel eyes, nicely toned body, and he was charming. Sure, he got paid to look pretty and act nice, but if he faked it, he did a damn good job of it. He came off as genuinely attractive and attracted. It confirmed what I had been thinking for several days, that I needed a break from the party-fuck-party loop I was stuck in. To me he was perfect, and yet I felt no desire to go home with him tonight, if that had been an option. My shorts didn’t show any more bulge now than when I entered the club.

The bartender psychiatrist had quickly moved from fast and fake to more frank topics. It was Wednesday, so it wasn’t as packed, and there were two of them, but I was happily surprised with the time he devoted to actually talk to me. I guess he was experienced enough to sense when someone needed a non-alcoholic pick-me-up.

- So, given all that I’m not really looking for anyone tonight. I wasn’t sure, but, you know, I think I am now. - That bad huh? Perhaps if you couldn’t it would be different? - What do you mean? - Everyone is always looking at what they can’t have. I should know. I could go home with almost anyone in this room tonight, if I asked the right way. That came off too much like a brag, but you get what I’m saying. So to me the most irresistible ones are the ones that would say no.

Was he talking about me? That would be flattering, but I suspect he was talking in general terms. He was on the clock, and making the patrons feel good was part of the job description.

- Really? Well, there are one or two here that would say yes to me also. - Don’t sell yourself short. Besides, that’s not the point I’m trying to make. I’m saying that perhaps you are tired of sex just because it is so easy for you to get what you want, and when you want it. - What do you suggest? Break my nose to look uglier.

He grabbed something from below the bar and plonked it down in front of me on the bar desk. A big, shiny chromed chastity device in full view. Not a big reaction from anyone though, if they even looked. This kind of transaction wouldn’t be that big of a deal in a place like this.

- You want to lock me up? - No. I want you to lock yourself up. It’s just what you need. Something to stop yourself from cumming whenever you want. Then perhaps you value it more.

I stared at the metal cage on the table. A well crafted but not overly complicated design with a handcuff like mechanism that locks around the base. Another piece that you put your dick in and that locks with the first piece. Some sort of integrated lock mechanism that looked like a brass button with a keyhole locked everything in place. Clearly the deluxe version, with a small, blunt hook that separates the balls, and a short tube on the inside that goes into the hole of the dick.

- Never used before, and you can keep it until you see me again. Go try it!

I’ve never tried one on. To go straight to such a serious design is really a plunge in the deep end, but why not? I’m not going to do anything else tonight, by my own admission. Worst case scenario, I take a bolt cutter to it tomorrow and pay him the $100 or whatever this monstrosity costs.

- I’ll try it on, and then decide if I want to keep it on. - Sure. All yours.

I took the device and headed towards the men’s room, if such a term held any meaning at a place like this. The restroom was spacious, with several, individual toilet rooms. No cheap stalls here. They knew what their patrons wanted, and that included the thumping of fucking that clearly was going on behind the second door. I opened the first door, entered and locked it.

I stepped out of my shorts, to have better access. No underwear tonight. A habit on party nights. I held all my junk together with one hand, and put the first piece around the base of my cock and sack with the other. I forced it close with the same hand. It made a few clicks as the handcuff mechanism ratchet locked. How snug should it fit? I noticed a small button on the side, pressed it and the device sprung open, and I almost dropped it. Well, I needn’t worry about fitting at least. I closed it again, as tight as I dared. It wasn’t a cock ring, reminded myself, but it should probably be pretty tight still. This was intended for a flaccid penis after all.

I hesitated a bit with the other part. Sticking something into the eye of my dick wasn’t something I ever planned on doing. It was a small, hollow metal ball connected to a thin, transparent rubber tube that was connected to the inside of the front of the second piece. Well, I usually try everything once. I spat on the metal ball and started to attempt to insert it. It was tricky for many reasons. Awkward position of everything made it hard to see, hard to manipulate, and to complicate everything I started to have an erection. That would make it impossible to secure the different parts, and now the first part was becoming a cock ring.

I removed it, put my junk in the sink and washed it with cold water until it was small again, and rinsed the metal parts in cold water. I would have to work faster.

I did everything again, but now got the first part on real quick, then pushed the tube up my dick, ignoring the strange sensation, and put the metal prongs of the second part into the first part with a click.

It felt super weird.

It felt like I was having and not having an erection at the same time. My body found the hole experience really exciting, while the device was doing its best to deny my body to express that feeling. I understood now what my handsome bartender was telling me. There was also something about the extra weight. I took a few steps, feeling how it all bounced in new ways. It could be interesting to try this for a few days. I pressed the brass button with the keyhole on. It made a click.

The change was immediate. With nothing to hold it up, my dick fell and made a tug. I gasped at the sensation. It took me seconds to realize what had happened. The chastity device was no where to be seen. Technically my dick and balls where no where to be seen either. Instead between my legs was a monster of a cock hanging half way down to my knees, with balls to match. It was thick, uncut and free from all hair. It probably weighed as much as the chastity device did. It wouldn’t surprise me if it weighed exactly as much.

It took me a while to even touch it. It sent a shiver through me when I did. It was mine alright, but way more sensitive than what I had before. I still had the same feeling as before locking the device. Horny without being able to physically express it. The dick, although thick, wasn’t erect. A small bead of precum did form at the end. How would I even masturbate such large dick. I grabbed it somewhere near the head with my right hand and started to move it back and forth. It just made the base part of the dick buckle and waved thin tendrils of precum around on the toilet floor.

I grabbed the base of the dick with my left hand and repeated the motion with my right hand. It was incredible. With all my frequent and varied dick play, I’ve never before come close to something feeling as good as this did. I probably spent a good five minutes doing this, but it only left me more horny and still with no erection.

So that was how it worked.

I washed my hands, grabbed my shorts, and paused. I picked these shorts to showcase my goods. My former goods. This dick would be noticed through sweat pants. How the fuck was I going to walk from this without being busted for indecent behavior? I pulled up the shorts, and as expected it showed my golf balls of testicles front and center, and the dick made its way down the shorts leg, and continued down the thigh. I grabbed the dick and pulled it up into the leg, and then arranged it horizontally towards my right. I made a few test steps. If I just readjusted the dick every few steps, this could work.

I stepped out of the restroom and walked towards the bar. I could see several eyes my shorts, and my constant adjusting only accentuated it. The friction and grabbing did nothing to calm my sexual feelings. Perhaps he was right that you fancy what you can’t have, but the opposite can also be true. Now that I was rapidly getting hornier than I have been in months, I was desperate to release it somehow, and none of the usual options were available to me.

I slowly sat down on the bar stool next to my almost empty beer glass, taking care to not spill out my dick. There was a small note under the beer glass.

- Where is the other bartender? - Which one? It’s only me working today. Wednesdays are a bit slow here.

I unfolded the note.

“Go fuck yourself =)”

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Good Morning

Rating: E Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Sexual Content (PWP) Words: 2,869 Additional Tags: Blowjobs, Morning Sex, Dirty Talk/Praise Kink, FLUFF Summary: Some moments are best not taken too seriously, especially when the rest of your life is saving the damn world. A/N: Last of my faves for good measure. I’ll have new content up tonight/tomorrow in SOME FORM, I swear. (ao3)

It was rare, if ever, that their days off lined up. Strike-Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes were busy men. And weaseling some spare time together out of the world usually took nothing short of an act of God.

Luckily, Jack wasn't shy about flexing his power when the mood suited him.

“I got us a day off. When you get back.” he told Gabriel over the phone.

In the video feed he was dressed in sweats, bags under his eyes, and sitting at the desk in his private quarters instead of his office for once. It was late back home, obviously, but Jack had endured the timezone difference just to be there when Gabriel got up before his flight that morning. Probably only going to get about 4 hours of sleep if he did well. True love.

“That means I get two whole ones?” he asked, raising a brow. Jack laughed faintly and nodded. “Hell yeah. Maybe I won't be fucking ruined from jet lag after all.”

Jack muffled a yawn into his fist, nodding. “I hope not. I'm thinking I make you breakfast, maybe some shitty movies in front of the tv,” he propped his chin on his fist, elbow on the desk, “get your ass all to myself for 24 hours.”

“You wouldn't know what to do with it.” Gabriel teased.

Eyelids obviously sagging, Jack chuckled. Shifted in his seat and stretched his back to try and keep himself more aware. Gabriel shook his head.

“Go to sleep, Jack. I have to finish packing anyway.”

Jack nodded, only vaguely looking aware of himself, and reached for the end call button clumsily.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. See you soon.”

Jack made a kissy face at the screen, winked, and the feed shut off. Gabriel chuckled to himself and closed his laptop off. Returned to his packing and hoped against hope that Jack actually did intend to get some kind of rest in the next 48 hours.

Gabriel's flight didn't arrive till late in the day, making it at least possible for Jack to go pick him up from the airport. But the trip had been choppy and the second he had somewhere reasonably comfortable he found himself falling asleep. The first time was literally resting against Jack's shoulder.

“Gabe,” Jack hummed, rubbing at his back soothingly, “Gabe, don't pass out on me.”

“M'not.” Gabriel whined, even with his face squished against Jack's neck. He dug his fingers into Jack's coat when he felt the man even considering trying to dislodge him from the hug.

Jack just laughed and squirmed until he had one arm free, the other looped around Gabriel's middle, and nudged him until he started for the exit. Snagged his dufflebag on the way by and seemed largely unaffected by the dead weight of a super solider hanging off his side. By some miracle they got into the car and Gabriel passed out against the window, snoring loudly, before they even left the parking garage.

Jack managed to snap a picture once they were home. Gabriel Reyes in all his glory, mouth hanging open and slumped against the car door. The next few hours, which did entail food and even a movie apparently, were largely a blur. If he'd been slightly more awake Gabriel would have had the means to feel guilty about wasting one of Jack's rare evenings with him. But as it stood he could barely process well enough to eat his dinner with a fork. Jack would have to forgive him.

And he did, apparently, considering Gabriel woke up to warm lips on his neck, then his cheek. He cracked his eye open in time to see Jack prop himself up on his hands, gaze roaming over his face. He muffled a yawn and reached out to drag Jack into a proper kiss.

“Mornin’.” Jack mumbled against his mouth, voice rough.

“Good morning.”

Damn, it felt good to sleep in his own bed. Jack dug his fingers into Gabriel’s beard, pulled him into a rougher kiss. Ran his free hand over his chest and pushed him lightly down into the mattress and deepened the kiss. Still half awake, Gabriel grumbled fondly. Just allowed Jack to lead as they parted and he pressed his face against the side of his neck, nipping at his throat.

“I had the best dream,” Jack said between kisses, “wanna see how it went?”

Morning sex was great. They hadn’t done that in ages. Especially since morning usually came about 0300 on a good day. Gabriel lulled his head to the side to give Jack more room and nodded.

By now, at least, he was awake enough to process further than ‘feels good’. So when Gabriel watched Jack adjust himself in his boxers, already hard, his first thought was something about wishing he managed to have dreams that damn good. The second was vocalized when he watched Jack move down to press his lips to his stomach.

“You first.”

Jack blinked as he sat up and pushed his shoulder, nudging him toward the mattress. But he offered no counter argument when Gabriel pressed him down into the sheets and groped at him roughly, mouth on his. Pulled a soft groan out of him as he ran his other hand over Jack’s chest, rough warm palms on sensitive skin.

“This is better than my dream was…” Jack mumbled.

Gabriel let out a low chuckle and slid down Jack’s torso, trailing kisses from his chest to just below his navel. Lingered there a moment, beard tickling the toned flesh and letting Jack squirm, before hooking fingers under the waistband of Jack’s boxers and pulling them down past his knees, leaving him to kick them off the rest of the way before returning to his spot, one hand on Jack’s hip and the other grasping his erection.

“If you dream about blowing me you’re way hornier than I though.” Gabriel murmured, lazily stroking as Jack sank into the mattress, breathing rough. “Should tell me when I’m not taking care of you right, baby.”

He took the tip of Jack’s cock in his mouth, hand on his hip keeping him from pushing up into the sensation, and rolled his tongue over it. Relished in the shuttering noise it drew from the other man. He gave a few more lazy pumps of his wrist before taking more of the length into his mouth, sucking loudly when Jack glanced down at him.

“Can we have normal, sexy blow jobs for once?” Jack grumbled.

Gabriel responded by puffing his cheeks out around his dick, getting a surprised snort-laugh in return. Jack threw his head back into the pillows, arm over his eyes, and pushed down further snickering.

“Sorry, I forgot; Your Highness doesn’t like it when I watch him suck my dick.”

Gabriel raised his head, spit and pre-cum trailing from his lips, to say, “You picked this.” before ducking back down and taking Jack in his mouth again.

Jack laughed and ran his hand over the back of Gabriel's head before cupping the back of his neck, palm warm on the bare skin. “I’d pick you every time.” he said, then, “And I know, ‘gross’. I’m disgusting and I love you and please suck my dick.”

Gabriel made a surprised snorting noise, mouth full, and Jack had to cover his face again to keep from laughing. But he asked nicely so Gabriel did his best to recover and do as he was requested to.

He alternated between licking and sucking the tip, a few lazy stokes thrown in, and taking as much of Jack’s cock as he cared to into his mouth, each downward motion inching just that much closer to the base before heartlessly retreating. The whole process was a lazy, teasing thing—hands holding Jack’s hips still to keep him from getting over eager. Not that he was complaining, groaning softly as he knotted his free hand into the sheets. It was soft, gentle. They didn’t have any reason to hurry.

So Gabriel offered no hurry when he heard Jack’s breathing hitch, the hand on his neck leaving to grab at the side of the mattress. He just continued on, holding Jack’s hips steady as he felt him try to buck upward. Slow and steady, nice and easy.

“Gabe, please—!”

Gabriel rubbed his thumbs in circles on Jack’s hips, gave his cock one more solid stroke with his tongue rolling over the tip, and then took it in his mouth down to the base. Jack groaned, hips pushing against Gabriel’s hands, and came on the third downward motion. Gabriel swallowed and lingered there, rubbing his thighs as Jack slowly melted into the sheets, before sitting up and taking his mouth off his cock with an intentionally lewd pop. Licked his lips as Jack pulled a face at him over it.

“I fucking love you.” he mumbled, reaching out and dragging Gabriel into a kiss. Sloppy and heated and handsy as Jack grabbed for his ass, fingers digging into the fabric of his boxers.

They parted, Jack already sitting up to push Gabriel over, and one of their comms pinged. They both shot it a look, eyes narrowed, and then the other went off. Jack groaned and threw himself back into the pillows. Gabriel reached over and picked his up, scanning the message before sighing and patting at his stomach.

“Least you got taken care of.” he teased as Jack lulled his head to the side dramatically.

“We got enough time?” Jack asked, peeking at him. Gabriel waved him off and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

“I want time to enjoy you with my dick in your mouth, thank you. I’ll just… take a cold shower and you can get me back later. Duty calls...”

Jack looked back at the comms, annoyed. Pulled Gabriel back into bed, hand in the middle of his chest to pin him to the mattress as he snatched his tablet off the nightstand. Tapped out a brief message and plopped it back onto the surface before turning his attentions back to Gabriel.

“They'll live without us for a few hours.”

Gabriel grinned up at him. “Oh baby, I love it when you abuse your title for my benefit.”

Jack laughed and pushed off his chest lightly, sliding down between his legs as Gabriel comfortably adjusted his knees. He squirmed out of his boxers with Jack's help and watched that blond head sink past his navel with a little too much glee.

That was stashed, briefly, when Jack took his half-hard cock in his hand and shot him an incredulous look.

“What?”

“I moan for you and this is the best you have after?” Jack asked, upper lip quirking up in a little sneer.

“Do something about it, Jackass.” Gabriel hissed.

Jack leveled his gaze at him briefly, head cocked, and then slowly lowered his face back towards his crotch. There was a brief moment where Gabriel actually believed things were back on track, Jack adjusting his grasp, then he felt him blow sharply at the tip of his dick. Followed by a whistle, like he was trying to get someone's attention. Gabriel glared down at him as Jack leaned in close and puffed a breath against the tip again.

“Hello, this thing on?” he drawled. Had the nerve to wink when Gabriel tried to swat at his head and missed. “I'm not getting any feedback here, Gabe. I think you need to turn it up some.”

“If you keep doing that I'm going to fucking smother you, Jackass.” he growled, doing his best not to laugh.

Laughing was rewarding him. Encouraging, even! No way in Hell he was going to do that. Even if it was certainly a difficult fight.

“Mm, maybe if I wiggle it around a little.”

That did earn a laugh. Gabriel snorted, squirming when Jack jiggled his cock lightly in his hand, and Jack beamed up at him triumphantly.

“Think it's plugged in?”

More laughter. “Jack, seriously. Please. You're going to give me the opposite of a hard on if you keep doing that.”

“What, is it gonna pull in like a turtle if I try to sing into it?”

Gabriel was roaring with laughter at this point. He drug a pillow over his face, trying to muffle the sound or smother himself—whichever came first. It was around this point, of all points, that Jack decided to work his half-erect dick into shape with a few steady strokes. This made it virtually impossible to catch his breath for a moment, Jack rubbing his thumb against the tip of his cock and pressing kisses against the side of his thigh.

Gabriel shuttered, hints of laughter still lingering, and fought to even out his breathing. When he finally managed he shot Jack a glare. The innocent puppydog eyes he got in reply were unconvincing but he let it slide as Jack leaned over and pressed his lips to the tip of his cock.

Jack lingered a moment, pressing teasing kisses to the tip of his erection before taking it in his mouth. He took the full length like the practiced champion he was, grasping Gabriel's ass for leverage as he pressed down toward the base. Absolutely perfect. Gabriel chewed his lower lip and watched Jack's head bob up and down on his cock. He grappled with the urge to hurry him along with a hand grasping his hair or a buck of his hips. Simply content to relish in the pace Jack set up. It was enough, he'd get there eventually. Jack knew a thing or two about sucking dick—particularly his at this point.

Instead, he found it in him to banter a little more, working through the haze of heat. Had to at least try and get Jack back for that display earlier.

“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are like this? Face flushed, eyes glazed, hair a mess.” He reached out and ruffled his fingers lazily through Jack's hair. “My God, Jack...”

Jack cut his eyes at him but didn't stop. Just kept inching him closer as Gabriel ran his finger over the rapidly reddening shell of one of his ears. Ah yes, that good old love of praise. Golden Boy sure did like being told how great he was. Not that Gabriel was any different. Or could ever resist encouraging him. It worked nicely.

“You dreamed about this, huh? Dreamed about sucking me off and making me cum. Got you all fucking hot and bothered before I even woke up.” Gabriel gave a breathy laugh and raked his hands through Jack's hair. Pointedly resisted the urge to pull it. Nice and easy, no need to rush.

Jack pulled away suddenly, lips wet, and looked up at him. Panted once to get a proper breath before speaking. He fumbled to grasp Gabriel's cock in the meantime, stroking it to keep up the pace he'd set.

“You moaned my name. Told me how good I was.” He sank back down, hand still working, and pressed his lips to Gabriel's cock. Mumbled, “Tell me I'm good.” before taking the length back in his mouth, pressing Gabriel up towards him by grabbing his ass roughly. It wasn't hard to fulfill his requests.

“Fuck, Jack.” he growled, “God. You know you're good. You fucking know. You're so good to me.”

He finished not long there-after and made a point of moaning Jack's name as loud as he could with consideration for anyone in the hall. Shamelessly writhed in bliss, Jack running his tongue up the underside of his dick as he slid his mouth off. Stuck his tongue out at Gabriel when he raised up on his hands, lingering evidence of cum in his mouth. And, also...

Jack smacked his mouth, looking confused, and reached up to pull a stray pubic hair off the tip of his tongue. He shot Gabriel a long-suffering look and wiped it on the sheet. There was a brief pause, moment processing, and then Gabriel erupted into laughter. Shook so hard he ended up clutching his sides, rolling side to side on the bed as Jack swatted at his legs indignantly.

“You shed like fucking crazy, what the fuck! It's not even just beard hair, it's everything. God forbid you ever grow out your goddamn hair.”

Still laughing Gabriel reached out and drug Jack down into a crushing hug. Pressed Jack's face against his chest and nuzzled his nose into his hair. Jack huffed, trying to seem annoyed, but snuggled into the embrace in mere seconds.

Once he managed to recover, Gabriel spoke up.

“Okay,” he said, “now I was promised breakfast and shitty movies. Is that still a thing or you want to try and sing karaoke with my dick again?”

Jack snorted and squeezed his arms around his middle. “I could do both.” he offered.

“Food first.” Gabriel said, rolling his eyes fondly. “Then we'll talk.”

“I'll sing love songs.”

Gabriel laughed. Even though he really didn't want to let Jack win again. Shook his head and pressed his lips to the crown of his head.

“I expect no less.”

#reaper76 #morreyeson #morreyes #fly writes fics #note to self: you're allowed to promo your own shit without feeling guilty (x100)#(whispers) i'll stop writing praise kink shit when i'm fucking dead y'all

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