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all-risejd · 1 year

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Only Treats

Taken from AfterShine. Damian/OC, warnings for dom/sub culture. This is from a kidfic so they might be referenced in the passage.

Luis / Damian

Halloween Night, 2022

All the kids were fast asleep in their beds at the rental Danika had gotten them for trick or treating (she had arrived on Saturday morning, since Dallas had trick or treating Saturday night, Sunday night, and Monday night). Danika, Reby, Brett, Wendy, and Becky had taken the group of too many damn children trick or treating early in the night, Becky had eventually had to head to their house show, leaving Roux with Danika. He’d waved the Hardy’s, AJ, Wendy, Seth, Becky, Liv, Dolph, Finn, Dom and Rhea off when they all tried to talk him into going out with them. He wanted to stay in and spend a couple of quiet hours with Danika if he were being honest. She’d cued up a series of horror films on Prime and was curled up in the couch still in her adorable little black dress from earlier in the night when she’d been Wednesday Addams handing out candy, she’d pulled most of the outfit off since the kids looking for candy had dropped off around the time they made it from the arena back to the rental house (they’d done a house show a couple of towns over). She had made popcorn, and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she’d brought his preferred beer into the living room alongside her glass of wine.

As much time as they spent together he doubted he was ever going to get enough of this. Just soft domestic things. They cook together, it's a stress release for him but a passionate hobby for her. They are learning sign language now, with Jace and for Jace (but all of them are doing that). She’s his other half in ways he can’t very well explain, honestly. An angel in her own rights who was always looking out for him. They don’t talk much about their shared employment under Danny Cage but he knows that’s because that was less of them knowing one another and more of them being two ships passing in the proverbial night. Even though, when she talks about that time in interviews she cast him in a better light than he would ever paint himself. She doesn’t talk about the insults he more than likely hurled at her or the way he taunted her from town to town because her famous daddy couldn’t get her a real wrestling gig. He wondered if she’d ever heard how he remembers her, now that he’s done a handful of interviews about them. The young girl who wanted to take on the world, the bright eyed kid who saw them all as heroes and wanted the world to know their names, the dedicated assistant who protected them the best she could considering the obstacles in her way, but who also left them largely to their own devices unless Cage wanted something.

“Are you coming or not?” She called over her shoulder, turning to look at him just standing in the doorway. “You can probably still make it downtown if you're having second thoughts about staying in tonight.” Danika for the most part was confident. In spades. But she had her insecurities. And the biggest one she had that he knew of was this fear that he would find her boring somehow. He couldn’t stand the look of insecurity on her face, so he crossed the room to drop down next to her on the couch. She studied him for a few long seconds, “You sure?”

“No place I’d rather be.” He kissed her temple, watched the blush slide down her cheeks and neck. He has other reasons for not wanting to go out tonight, Finn and Vero’s marriage was fracturing, breaking apart at the seams and there was nothing Finn (or anyone) could do to stop it. Danika is tactile, his little love, always wanting to touch or be touched. Tonight was no different. She climbed into his lap, bringing the popcorn, remote and blanket with her. With her back to his chest, she wiggled around until she was comfortable, then stretched the blanket over them both, and settled the popcorn in her lap, before pressing play on Cabin In The Woods. They won’t watch the movie long (they never do). Usually they end up talking and planning. He is at the age now where honestly he’s not sure how much longer he is going to be wrestling or want to. He knows the peek for his industry is from like 34-45, but he’s edging closer to the exit than the entrance these days. He also isn’t sure he’s Rey Mysterio, willing to be doing this until he’s almost fifty.

Halfway through Cabin in The Woods she excused herself to put pajamas on and refill her wine. She returned in one of his larger t-shirts, holding a wine glass full of white wine. She dropped back into his lap, not facing the television but facing him, straddling his waist. “¿Qué estás haciendo, mami?” He asked as he settled one of his larger hands on the small of her back, she sipped her wine contemplatively before she leaned over him to place the wine glass on the small table behind the couch, she didn’t answer him, instead she rested her hands on either side of his neck, and gave him a lingering look, before kissing his lips, nipping at them in a way that screamed brat. He had been meaning to talk with her about the more complex layers of his bedroom interest. They have messed around, he supposed, but it’s never been too much more than mutual orgasms. “Hungry, little love?” He asked her, his voice going deep. Danika could look like such a little doll sometimes, tiny and breakable in his arms.

“I know…” Danika paused, thinking, “I know there is more to being with you like this, but… we’ve not really had the chance to talk about it.” She breathed out, “So I thought, maybe tonight, you could just show me.”

“When you give me so much trust, mi corazon, it makes me worried that I might break you in my hands.” He squeezed her wrist, hard enough she squirmed a little, “You are so innocent, Danika, I feel like showing you this part of me might… be too much.” She kissed his lips, and shook her head, nuzzling against him.

“Nothing you give me is too much.” She promised, “I want everything.” She added when he started to object.

“No quiero lastimarte.” Damian asserted.

“You’d never hurt me.” Danika whispered, so close to his lips, he could feel her lips brushing against his. Damian was one hundred percent sure that Danika put too much faith in him. He was after all a weak man, and there was no way he deserved her trust, or her faith. He let out a long exhale, there were things he wanted to do to Danika, probably more than was normal, he frowned for a moment, thinking about how much he loved Danika, even if she was a little brat. She was being patient, waiting for his guidance, waiting for him to make some sort of move, he realized. “Luis?” She breathed out finally, looking at him so innocently that he wanted to melt.

“Danika,” He nuzzled her nose, “You sure about this?” He asked for clarification.

“I am absolutely sure.” Dangerous words, Damian thought to himself, before checking her face over for any doubt whatsoever. “Luis, I want to do this with you, I want to be the one who pleases you.” She offered, “I want to be sure that you know that you can come to me for everything you need.” Damian pressed his forehead to hers, this was another one of her little insecurities, she was afraid she couldn’t please him the way he wanted, the truth was he hadn’t been craving anyone or anything but her - for a lot longer than he’d care to admit. Even back when she was that annoying kid on the road he’d wanted to keep her away from him for fear he’d ruin her completely, and Cage had warned him off of her. There were the starts of tears on her lashes, he was taking too long he realized. He moved his hands from her waist to coil around her throat, squeezing lightly. Her eyes went wide just a bit, then fluttered closed, she exhaled softly, and seemed to melt.

He’d known she was a brat, but he hadn’t realized that she would be so responsive. He squeezed her throat twice, to prove his point, before he used his grip to pull her forward, kissing her lips in a demanding way, biting her hard enough she whined a bit, but he swallowed up the noise with his kiss. “Danika.” He pulled back to look at her, checking her over for any doubt, “This… I might hurt you,” He squeezed her throat again, “But if it becomes too much you absolutely have to tell me.” She nodded her head, “Words.”

“Yes, Luis.” She promised, her eyes went slightly mischievous with a twinkle, “Daddy.”

“Daddy, huh?” He exhaled, “Ever call anyone else that?”

“No.” Danika whispered, her eyes on him, “I’ve never called anyone that.”

He knew his smile was probably predatory, he slid one hand down from her neck, dropping it to her thigh, before he sank the tips of his fingers in, she didn’t flinch, so he kept up his exploration, raking his nails upward from her thigh, to her hip, grinning when he realized she didn’t have underwear on. “Did you have plans, little one?” He asked, seriously, as he dug his fingernails more into her hip bone, he moved his other hand from her throat, to grip both her hips hard enough to bruise, her neck had the starts of his handprint encircling her throat. He dipped forward to bite and suck at her neck, leaving hickies up and down the column of her neck, he wanted the world to know that she belonged to him, that she was his first and foremost. Danika, under his grasp, let out an adorable whimper, “What do you need?” He asked, worried already that the punishing grip was too much.

“More.” She said evenly, admittedly a little softly.

Damian grinned darkly, before he yanked her forward, forcing her to grind against him, more specifically the zipper of his jeans, where his cock was hard enough he was pushing against the inseam of his jeans. Her whole body seemed to shiver, “Take what you need, what you want.” He ordered her, “I’ll hold you, I’ll lick you and bite you, but you take what you need from me.” She gave him an odd look, almost like she hadn’t been aware she could control anything, before she moved her hips slightly, a flush spread across her cheeks, “Ah, there you go, kitten.” He felt the goosebumps erupt on her flesh, as she continued to rock against him, a bit harder than he’d yanked her down, he pushed forward again to bite harshly at her neck.

He let her play for a bit, before he moved his left hand from her hip, to grip her hair at the back of her head, and yank her backward a little, “I’m taking you to the bedroom, now.” He declared, holding on to her tightly, as he stood, turning the television off before carrying her up to the stairs to the bedroom they’d claimed as theirs, he tossed her onto the bed harshly, “Shirt off.” He ordered, she hustled to do as he asked, he grinned at her as she dropped back against the pillows. “Good little kitten.” He toed out of his shoes, pulling his shirt over his head, before launching himself onto the bed. She let out a loud little giggle, as he crawled up the bed to crowd her space.

“Daddy.” She cupped his face, “I love you, you don’t have to say it back, but… I love you. And I need to tell you this before we…” She breathed out, as he licked across her lips, up to her nose, making her scrunch her face up, he loved her too but he wasn’t going to tell her anything like that right now, not when he was potentially about to ruin all of that, he caught her wrist with one of his hands, and pressed them above her head, she gave him a reassuring look, smiling warmly at him.

”Thank you for telling me, kitten.” He kissed her nose, then peered down at her, “Remember, rules. You have to tell me if anything becomes too much, ok?” She nodded her head, then remembered his earlier words and said a quick ok, daddy. “You also need to trust me, and trust that I want you to feel as good as me.”

“Ok, daddy.” She purred the last bit, like a true kitten, which made him smile a bit alarming at her, before he dipped down and pressed his lips against hers. He used his free hand to run his fingers down her stomach, tickling her a little bit, she squirmed under him, as he tapped her right thigh, she spread her legs, quickly, he shifted so his legs were between hers. Damian took a few minutes to look her body over, Danika he’d seen in various stages of undress. She was naturally pale, with a sparkling of freckles over her body. Her breasts weren’t big, but they were cute, her stomach wasn’t toned like the other Superstar women he worked around, her being a mom had changed her body - from a young age, but she was healthy. He glanced over her tattoos, there were some he understood, some he didn’t, ultimately he wanted to know what the art meant, but right now it wasn't the important thing. Danika stayed waxed and shaved - since she did modeling on the side even when she was only an influencer. Her thighs were toned, and her calves were delicate.

Damian dug his fingertips into her lower stomach, raking his nails in just enough to make her arch upward, she let out a little whine. He trailed his fingers lower, making her shiver, as he dipped his fingers between her spread legs, grinning at how wet she already was for him, he slid two fingers into her, without giving her a chance to adjust, she let out broken little yelp, as he pressed his thumb into her clit and rubbed hard. Danika jerked her hips hard, making Damian snicker as she came for the first time of the night, hard. “What’s my name, gatita?” Her eyes snapped to his, hearing him call her kitten in Spanish had made her focus on him, the afterglow of her orgasm waning as she focused on him, eyes gone wide, she finally managed a weak daddy. “Oh, you liked that, mi pequeño gatito.” She bit her bottom lip, nodding her head, as he started to finger fuck her, now that she was coming down, twisting his thicker fingers inside of her, pushing her limits to quickly add a third finger, spreading them open, stretching her out, once he was sure she could handle him, or at least the start of him, he slowly inched his fingers out of her, tightening his hold on her wrist, as he shifted his weight, to use his now free hand to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Normally he’d do his best to be naked for her, but tonight he wasn’t in the mood, too eager. He shoved his pants down enough to free his cock, he lined himself up, and pressed forward, Danika tensed for a moment, as he released his hold on her wrist, and wrapped his hand back around her throat, “Gatita, darling, you're taking me so well.” He promised, kissing her lips forcefully, he was almost ten inches long, and thick, he knew how much he could potentially hurt her, especially with how tight she was - it felt like her body was doing everything to hold him in. Inch by inch he watched her face, there were twinges of pain, but she rocked her hips up to meet him, he pulled away from kissing her to lick and bite at her neck again, pressing himself more into her, once he bottomed out, he kissed her cheek, nuzzled her jaw, and whispered, “Let me know when I can hold you down, kitten, and fuck you like I own you.”

She moaned, low, before wiggling her hips a little, and bringing her hands up to rake against his spine, digging her nails into his back, “Go ahead, you own me.” She breathed out, Damian chuckled low in his throat, he shifted his hand from her throat, where he’d left another ring of bruises, to tangle his hand in her hair, and tighten his hold, he slipped his other arm around her lower back, so he could angle her hips the way he wanted, before he rolled his hips back, then slammed forward, she let out a choked little noise, so Damian shifted to kiss her, swallowing the noises, as he set a rough pace, slamming his hips into her, he could feel her body trembling from the onslaught, a spike of worry danced through him (maybe he was being too hard, too rough, he pushed it down quickly). “Luis, Daddy!” Her voice hitched, as her body tensed, and pulsed around him, normally he’d back off and let her cool down from her orgasm, but he was showing her a bit of his preference, he continued to fuck her through it. He set a rough pace, chasing his own orgasm - only to realize a bit too late that there was no condom, or discussion of one.

“Kitten, Danika, I’m gonna-”

“Inside, is fine.” Her voice was weak, when he looked at her, there were tears on her lashes, her face was flushed, her neck was covered in bruises from his lips and teeth and hands. He contorted himself, to bite at her collarbones and leave dark bruises against her chest, sucking dark spots into her pale flesh, he refocused on the task at hand, which was his release, he pushed himself upward, to hold her wrist with both his hands, she coiled her legs around his waist, as he hammered into her, she let out a few short little whimpers as he finally buried himself as deep as he could, pressing his face into her neck, and exhaling harshly. He never had unprotected sex (Jace was the exception to his rule, he hoped), it was his number one rule, Danika was his world, and he knew that she wanted more kids. He smiled against her skin, kissing softly at her skin, “I love you, Luis.” She managed after a few minutes of panting, he was still panting, “I don’t know if I can do this all the time, but I wanna give you this, and more, anytime you need it, Luis.”

“I’ll take what you can give me, kitten.” He promised, finally pushing up, and carefully pulling out of her, he raked his eyes over her frame, she had more bruises than he had meant to leave on her. “I marked you up, mi bebe lo siento.” She just shook her head, and pulled his hands to her lips to kiss his fingers, he was resting now on his knees between her thighs. “Let me clean you up.” He gave her a soft look, “Stay here.” He ordered before he climbed out of bed, stripping out his pants and underwear, as he went. She let out a whistle, making him chuckle, he headed for the bathroom, grabbed a washrag and ran it under water, before carrying it back to her, cleaning her off gently. He found the shirt she’d been wearing and helped her back into it, before finding himself some sleep pants, and her a pair of underwear. He was beyond sure one of the kids would climb into bed with them before the morning light. He hurried after to get a bottle of water, and handed it off to her. She took a few sips before making grabby hands at him, chuckling as he climbed into bed with her, and curled around her, “Get some sleep.”

#damian priest #damian priest x oc #damian priest x reader #the judgement day

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negativemindfeild · 6 months

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is it really that hard?

just read...

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR, AND THE CHARATERS

SHOWS;

shameless ;

ian gallagher, fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, mickey milkovich, kevin ball, v fisher, carl gallagher, and frank gallagher

nsfw available for all [ s5 + for ian, lip, and mickey, s11 for carl]

stranger things ;

jim hopper, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper

nsfw available for all except mike, will, dustin, lucas, max, and el

the umbrella academy ;

diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves

nsfw available for all except five

the last of us ;

joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]

nsfw available for joel

black butler ;

sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus

nsfw available for all

inside job ;

reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee

nsfw available for all

kobra kai ;

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos

nsfw available for daniel and johnny

supernatural ;

sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester

nsfw available for all

lucifer [netflix] ;

lucifer morningstar

nsfw available

demon slayer ;

kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima, daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito

nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro

gotham ;

oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne

nsfw available for all except bruce

daredevil ;

matt murdock

nsfw available

the mandolorian ;

din djarin 'mando'

nsfw available

GAMES;

call of duty ;

simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves, keegan russ and könig

nsfw available for all

red dead redemption 2 ;

arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie

nsfw available for all

team fortress 2 ;

spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'

nsfw available for all

stardew valley ;

harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy

nsfw available for all

sally face ;

sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell

nsfw unavailable

mortal kobat 1 ;

johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel

nsfw available for all

doki doki literature club ;

monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori

nsfw unavailable

danganronpa ;

makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo

nsfw available for all

MOVIES;

spiderverse ;

peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and pavitr prabhakar

nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess

star wars ;

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor

nsfw available for all

marvel cinematic universe ;

tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson

nsfw available for all except peter

x-men ;

logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’

nsfw available for all

deadpool ;

wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel

nsfw available for all

karate kid ;

daniel larusso and johnny lawrence

nsfw unavailable

the breakfast club ;

john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds

nsfw available for all

the outsiders ;

dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis

nsfw available for darry and two-bit

the hobbit ;

bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur

nsfw available for all

lord of the rings ;

frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir

nsfw available for all

scream ;

billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley

nsfw available for all

the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;

coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs

nsfw available for all except lucy gray

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inagetawaycarxo · 2 years

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For fun fun Which do you think is sub dom or switch for one Chicago all the ones on your list 😈

content underneath the keep reading tab!

warnings: smut, 18+, errors I missed.

Kelly Severide; Dom but I personally think he is a switch...

Matt Casey; Without a doubt, he is a sub. Though I think he could be a Dom if you make him jealous.

Sylvie Brett; Switch.

Leslie Shay; Dom, but if she trusts her s/o or has been with her s/o then she will be more of a sub.

Gabby Dawson; major DOM Vibes from her.

Connor Rhodes; personally I think he is a Dom, enjoys being a sub on some occasions but is mostly a Dom

Will Halstead; switch, but more so a sub.

Ethan Choi; stuck between a Dom and a sub.I think he is more so a sub in vulnerable moments.

Crockett Marcel; more so leaning on a Dom, but he definitely is a little bit of a sub.

Natalie Manning; I don’t know with her; I’m stuck between a switch but I think she is more so a Dom.

Jay Halstead; personally I think he is a sub, like Matt I believe if he is mad or jealous then he would show a dominant side.

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz; Oh definitely a sub. Might be a Dom once in a while.

Adam Ruzek; personally I think he is a Dom or so he likes to think he is a Dom, till you become the Dom [that made a whole lot of sense in my head]

Antonio Dawson; Switch? But more so I think it really depends on n the situation at hand. Like I believe he would let his s/o be a Dom, I think he would find that a big turn-on.

Kevin Atwater; definitely a Dom, but he doesn’t mind his s/o being a Dom 😉

Kim Burgess; more so a sub, occasionally a Dom.

Erin Lindsay; switch, thoughshe is a Dom,more than a sub.

Hailey Upton; she is definitelya Dom, but she doesn’t mind her s/o dominating her. Like Antonio, she finds that a big turn-on. she can't help but be putty in her s/o hands.

Hank Voight; Dom.

#anon #asks #answered #one chicago related #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago fire x reader #chicago med x reader #chicago pd x reader #one chicago x reader #headcanon

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strwbrrykss · 2 years

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could I request fem reader x hailey upton x Sylvie Brett

kinks; orgasm control

basically the reader has been edging them both for a while and finally let them cum, and then takes care of them both

oh my god - oh mY GOD -

I'm actually salivating at this concept anon I might turn this into a ficlet (like my sub!Sylvie + Mommy!R fic)

Prompts + Characters

18+/MINORS DNI

"Please, please -" Sylvie sobbed as you turned the vibrator up again, making her squirm and whimper against the headboard whilst you remained between Hailey's thighs.

"Uh-uh, not yet," you stated as you curled your fingers against that one spot that had Hailey white-knuckling the sheets with a loud, unabashed moan. Your torturous antics continued as you devoured Hailey's dripping cunt and made her legs shake with her impending orgasm.

"Fuck -" Syvlie cried as Hailey pushed a hand into your hair, not that you minded because you'd been dragging this out for almost two hours now.

You drew it out for a little while longer, listening to your girls moan and beg for release, before letting Hailey cum first. Tears clung to her lashes as her thighs squeezed around your head and shoulders, grinding against your mouth as her orgasm rocked through her.

Thoroughly fucked out, Hailey went limp against the sheets and pillows. You left a string of tender kisses against her sensitive cunt and a pat on her thigh before untangling yourself from her and moving over to Sylvie, who was a babbling, begging mess.

"It's okay, Bambi, you've been such a good girl whilst I've been takin' care of Hailey..." You reached out to push against the inserted vibrator, leaving no more room for it to move. She grabbed at your wrist and tried to shuffle away from it but Hailey moved in too, stroking her tear-stained cheek and pushing the stray hairs off of her forehead, whispering in her ear.

With a final click on the remote, the pulsing pattern started and you watched in awe as Sylvie got louder and louder through the overstimulated and overwhelmed tears.

"There we go - easy, Bambi, we're right here," you soothed as she turned into a trembling, moaning mess and soaked the sheets beneath her. When you were sure she'd had enough, you turned the vibe off and removed it as carefully as possible.

When everything had calmed down, you fetched them both a bottle of water and some snacks, waiting until they were both ready to try and move to the shower so you could all clean up. You kept assuring them that they did a good job and encouraging them to get into the shower.

#hailey upton x reader #sylvie brett x reader #voicemail

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female-malice · 6 months

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At the start of February, Ørsted, the world’s largest offshore wind developer, announced a major scaling back of its operations, exiting wind markets in Portugal, Spain and Norway and cutting both its dividend and its 2030 target for the number of new installations. The announcement followed the firm’s shock decision last November to back out of two major wind projects in New Jersey. Last week, it agreed to sell stakes in four US onshore wind farms for around $300m.

But Ørsted’s troubles are hardly unique. In September 2023, the UK government’s offshore wind auction failed to secure a single project from developers, who argued that the government-guaranteed prices on offer were too low in the face of rising costs. Two months before that, Vattenfall pulled out of a major wind UK development for the same reason. And in February, the German energy giant RWE – which provides 15 per cent of the UK’s power – warned that without more money on offer, the UK’s next auction, opening this month, might just fail again.

These cases are only a handful among many and have come as jarring setbacks for an industry grown accustomed to triumphalism: headlines over recent years have routinely celebrated the plunging cost of renewables and the seemingly unrelenting transition to clean energy advancing around the world. A quick Google of “renewable energy deployment” yields no shortage of charts with impressive upward slopes.

Much of this enthusiasm has centred on a metric called the Levelised Cost of Electricity (LCOE), which represents the average cost per unit of electricity generated over the lifetime of a generator, be it a wind farm or a gas power station. The LCOE has something of a cult status among industry analysts, journalists and even the International Energy Agency as the definitive marker of the transition to clean energy. When the LCOE of renewables falls below that of traditional fossil fuel sources, the logic goes, the transition to clean energy will be unstoppable. If only it was that simple, argues the economic geographer Brett Christophers in his latest book The Price is Wrong: Why Capitalism Won’t Save the Planet.

As Christophers writes: “Everyone, seemingly, has gravitated to the view that, now they are cheaper/cheapest, renewables are primed for an unprecedented golden growth era” that will see them supplant fossil fuels. Doing so will be no mean feat. Despite the vertiginous growth of new renewable capacity in recent years, renewables have scarcely made a dent in the proportion of global power that comes from fossil fuels. The overall share of fossil fuel power in the energy mix has remained broadly stagnant for an astonishing four decades, from 64 per cent in 1985 to 61 per cent in 2022. Critically, the absolute amount of fossil fuel power generated each year – the figure that ultimately matters for the climate – has continued to rise.

In large part, this stems from overall growth in electricity consumption, which will continue apace in the coming decades as millions around the world gain access to electricity and as we race to electrify the economy. Thus, for all their upward momentum, global electricity consumption is still growing faster than solar and wind power is coming online, meaning the gap is widening. To close it, by the IEA’s estimates, the world needs to install 600 GW (gigawatts) of solar and 340 GW of wind capacity every year between 2030 and 2050. By comparison, the UK’s current total installed wind capacity is approximately 30GW, the sixth largest in the world, while Germany’s domestic transition plan implies installing the equivalent of 43 football pitches of solar panels every day to 2050. In short: the task is immense – almost unimaginably so. It is similarly urgent.

Where will the momentum needed to build this clean energy future come from? As Christophers documents in detail, the industry has thus far relied on an array of subsidy and support around the world. Extensive state support is hardly unique to clean energy, much as detractors and climate deniers may like to highlight it: the fossil fuel industry benefited from tax breaks and direct subsidy to the tune of £5.5trn in 2022 according to the IMF. The declining LCOE of renewable energy has been increasingly viewed as an argument for unwinding this government-backed support. As Christophers shows, however, in practice this has proven a near-impossibility. The question he therefore asks is why, in the face of declining costs, subsidies continue to be necessary, and what this tells us about whether the current approach to decarbonisation is fit for purpose.

The answer, Christophers argues, is that we’ve got it all upside down. When it comes to investment in renewable energy, as in anything else, it’s not cheapness that matters. Just take it from the investors themselves, he notes, citing one former JPMorgan investor who described the LCOE as a “practical irrelevance”. What matters instead is profit, and expectations of it.

Despite its simplicity, Christophers’s account is a quietly radical one that contravenes the received wisdom of not only the technocrats, mainstream economists and free marketeers who tout the wonders of the market, but also many on the left, for whom the problem with profits is typically their being far too high. Instead, as he demonstrates, the trouble is that renewable energy is nowhere near profitable enough, and certainly not reliably so, for the market to deliver it with anything like the pace, scale or certainty that is needed.

If the costs of renewables are indeed so low, one might ask, and profits are equal to revenues minus costs, then surely plunging costs should mean higher profits. But Christophers shows that low and unreliable profits are the definitive obstacle to the decarbonisation of the electricity system and, by extension, the wider economy.

The precise answer as to why low costs don’t necessarily translate into high and steady profits in this sector is technically complex and multifaceted, deftly handled by Christophers, a reformed management consultant, over nearly 400 pages of fine detail drawn from company documents, interviews and dense sectoral reports from global energy agencies. Put simply, the core of the problem is that the very features of markets so celebrated by mainstream economics – mediation via the price signal, increasing competition and private investment – are the undoing of a private-sector led transition to clean energy.

For Christophers, the commitment to marketisation in electricity systems is increasingly self-defeating. At the heart of this problem is the so-called “wholesale market” that prevails in many parts of the US and Europe, including the UK. Under this system, generators are paid a single price per unit of electricity for a given period, regardless of whether it is derived from a wind turbine or a coal plant. This price is based on what’s called a “merit order”, with the cheapest sources – generally renewables – being deployed first, followed by as many sources as are needed in order of escalating price. The wholesale is set by the last unit of energy needed to meet demand. In the UK, this is typically gas.

The defining feature of this wholesale pricing system, cast in sharp relief over the period of sky-high energy prices in 2021-2022, is volatility. With a host of factors potentially feeding into the price – from the balance of supply and demand through to global gas prices and geographic location – the swings can be enormous, regularly spiking from double to triple digit prices and back again within a matter of hours. In times of crisis, the figures can become outlandish, with the price of electricity in Texas during the state’s 2021 shock winter storms reaching $9,000 per MWh.

For Christophers, this volatility is nothing short of “an existential threat” to the “bankability” of a renewable project – that is, its ability to secure financing – because it makes profitability so uncertain. Worse still, within a competitive wholesale market, as the proportion of renewable generation in the market grows, and by extension the proportion of time in which renewables drive the wholesale price, the more frequently and strongly prices swing to the lower extreme, a phenomenon known as “price cannibalisation”.

The energy industry and governments rely on an impressive array of methods to circumvent these problems, from financial hedging to feed-in-tariffs, and from mega corporate Power Purchase Agreements with the likes of Amazon and Google to the UK’s “contracts-for-difference”. As Christophers writes: the reality of “liberalised electricity systems such as Europe’s is that, to secure financing, renewables developers ordinarily do everything they can… to avoid selling their output at the market price.”

Thus, despite ultra-high wholesale prices over 2021-2022, many renewables generators failed to enjoy correspondingly high profits, because they had traded the possibility of these certainties in the face of intolerable market volatility. For Christophers, this is the “signal feature” of the liberalised electricity market: that “the hallowed market price… is the one price that renewables operators endeavour not to sell at.”

It is in explaining this apparent contradiction that the book offers its most radical suggestion. Borrowing Karl Polanyi’s concept of a “fictitious commodity”, Christophers ultimately contends that electricity – like land, labour and money, Polanyi’s original trio – is not a commodity in the conventional sense of having been created for sale, and is therefore ill-suited to market exchange and coordination. This incompatibility sits at the root of the spiralling complexity of interventions that policymakers are obligated to make in the name of upholding the freedom of the “market”. The result, in the words of the energy expert Meredith Angwin, is that today’s electricity markets are less market and more “bureaucratic thicket”.

Thankfully, if the forces of capitalism, defined in terms of private ownership and the profit imperative, are fundamentally ill-equipped for this task, then we are not for want of alternatives. Public ownership and financing of energy, if freed from a faux market and the straitjacket of the profit motive, seems an obvious one. Christophers writes that the state is the only actor with “both the financial wherewithal and the logistical and administrative capacity” to take on the challenge of decarbonisation. The trouble though, when all you have is a hammer, is that everything looks like a nail. Thus, in the face of irreconcilable market failures, most policymakers seem only to offer more market-based fudges.

In this context, the tremors in renewable energy investment that we have seen with increasing frequency over the past several months are more than just a blip. They represent a potentially fatal flaw in the prevailing approach to the task of decarbonisation. From the perspective of the climate, every tonne of carbon matters, and every delay is significant. To continue to leave the future of electricity, and by extension global decarbonisation, to the whims of profit-motivated firms, is an intolerable risk. Rome is already burning, and there’s no time left to fiddle.

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If you were to ask Brett what his biggest strengths were, he would probably laugh you off, something about eating bubble tea and not gaining weight, or his pizzicato. But, if you were to actually get an answer; he might say something like this:

"I have a pretty good sense of how to work with others, and like, people in general." And if he were to answer further; Brett chose Eddy. Chose the boy with knobby knees and not enough space in his mouth for his teeth or his thoughts, and he still can't say /why/

Something in 14 year old Brett saw 13 year old Eddy and thinks "yes. you." Eddy rolls his eyes at Bretts "B+" in class, shifting his paper so his own "100%" is clearly visible. He cries after rehearsal, the only one to come in a bar early, the sharp words of the conductor.

Eddy laughs so hard he almost fell over at one of Brett's impressions of the soloist they're working with Eddy presses a cup into Brett's hands after the competition, the same Brett would order for himself.

And then- Something in 19 year old Brett saw 18 year old Eddy and thinks "It's still you." Eddy leading a quartet, bow dancing over strings that seemed to sing for him Eddy, sitting in a booth at some club, buying Brett a birthday drink and hiding his attempts to check the time.

Eddy, crying at anime, and girls, and the way that he has no one to talk to between clasess. Hanging onto Brett's friends like a limpet, desperate for their approval. Eddy, showing up to every recital Brett has. Every single time.

And then- something in Brett, 21, graduated; a new city a new world, saw Eddy, 20 and thinks "you will not be left behind. Phone calls get new names; calls to his parents and calls to Eddy- both calls home Eddy is still anxious, still demands Bretts time and sympathy and approval

He visits like clockwork, saving up every penny he has to squeeze their too-big bodies into Brett's twin bed, ignore the stare of his roommates. Bretts roommates, who scoff at his food and his play, his co-workers, who roll their eyes at his passion, he is alone often in sidney

It's in Sidney, watching Eddy plan out a video for their dumb channel that maybe isn't that dumb after all, that Brett realizes that he chose right. That every single time he has chosen Eddy; good things have happened-- that maybe he should stop being so afraid of his commitment

He choses Eddy again. Something in Brett, 25, looks at Eddy, 24, and knows "You. Wherever you lead me, it's you"

Leaving Sidney feels like leaving a part of himself; the part that was never satisfied, was always in contempt of the person he was in favor of who he could be Leaving Sidney is Brett admitting that maybe he doesn't need to do it all alone. Maybe he's better with a partner.

Hes right again Eddy is on fire, the passion he puts into their project, their weird little baby, their hope for the future, is unstoppable And it works. First 100k then 500k then they are halfway to 2 million subs and Brett still doesn't understand how he /knew/ that eddy was it

How he looked at him, still children, still unformed and rough, and //knew// that Eddy with his too big eyes and too long hair was the one that Brett could trust, the one that he could build the future with.

Brett has grown up. there is distance now, more than a decade, 3 cities, more apartments than he cares to remember, between him, 30, and him, 14. He doesn't remember what he saw, back then, what spark they must have shared, that made him know that Eddy was coming with him.

If you were to ask Brett what his strength is, standing in the kitchen as Eddy answers questions from the product manager with a deft confidence, he would say Eddy.

#tsv #my writing

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tangowatchesjj · 1 year

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Jessica Jones S1E7

He's in her house!!! Get the fuck out, stinky man!!!

Everything about him is just. The worst.

Oh No Ruben you should not have said that to him, he's going to kill you.

"Got a dollar?" She does not, she is a disaster. Enjoy your free sub!

Man she is going to be spotted like, immediately, she's not even trying to hide that she's following her! Although maybe that's the point? She wants Wendy to see her?

Oh Jess. Why are you threatening Wendy she doesn't deserve this.

JESS WHAT THE FUCK YOU DROPPED HER!!! SAVE HER GOD DAMN.

JUST JUMP OUT OF THE WAY ARE YOU SUICIDA - Oh.

She's really going off the rails. Or on the rails. Sorry, bad joke.

Is Ruben dead?? Is he dead???? The cake is on the table OH FUCK

How does Jess not have blood on her face from when she put her hand over her mouth?

It's murdering time - oh, guess not. Jail time!

Can you stop having sex for 5 minutes to pick up the phone, please.

Trish tops, confirmed.

Trish I mean she probably would but she's got bigger things going on right now and you are gonna regret not picking up the phone.

Kilgrave does deserve to die but we need evidence to save Hope.

"Top shelf criminals." Roll credits!

OH NO. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO RUBEN'S BODY?

Malcolm what are you gonna do???

I hate Ruben's sister but damn she does not deserve this.

He is not just a boy?? Yeah tell her Malcolm.

Yeah that's a much better message than "I want to have your babies" but also OW my heart.

DAMN Wendy is a badass!!!!

Who are these children. Why are you here Jessica. Is this Trish's mum??

Oh my god Trish was Hannah Montana.

SHE WAS ON DRUGS???

Wow I hate Trish's mum already, she's a piece of shit.

"Thanks, Mom." I love the sass.

Oh what a fucking liar, Simpson has a macho hero complex and it is some bullshit.

Malcolm <3333

Trish stop pointing a gun at Malcolm, please, there are better people (Kilgrave) to shoot.

Oh my god the intro song playing while she's on the bridge, my heart.

jESS

I'm really sad.

"You're exactly the hero I wanted you to be." AAAAAAAAA I'M CHEWING GLASS

Oh god, he's recreating everything from her childhood home.

How has. NO ONE LOOKED UP??? SHE IS RIGHT THERE, COVERED IN WATER HOLDING A SEVERED HEAD?

jeri let her go to supermax.

Jessica asking for imprisonment is so suspicious. You should know that won't work.

Okay the throwing stuff might work. IS THAT BRETT? BRETT!!!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

"Milk toast little man-boy." That's funny I hate that Kilgrave is funny.

"That we're inevitable." OK, THANOS??

OK I know I only pointed out the funny bits but like. The scene was so good and I cannot express everything good about it right now so you get the funnies.

Jessica should have gotten on a plane in episode 1.

Teen Jess! And Miss Bitch, ugh.

What wrong conclusions is Simpson gonna draw from this.

Also, absolutely chilling episode end.

#jessica jones #s1e7

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worthlessjunk · 3 years

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inside job smut whaaaattt

Brett x Reader (sub Brett Bc who can look at that boy and say he is not a sub)

I haven’t written in a bit so please do not judge

*****

Brett was annoying.

Not in a bad person kind of way, or way too full of themselves kind of way, but in a way too goddamn happy all the time kind of way.

You weren’t exactly sure how Reagen had grown so fond of him. You and Reagen had grown surprisingly close over the last year of work, and you were excited (and to be honest, a little frightened. She had kind of a tendency to want to take over the world) for her to become your boss. She was pretty fun to talk to, and you often spent time with her discussing mechanics. She was a strong person who knew what she wanted, the kind of person you wished you were. So you still have no clue how she and Brett had become friends. Brett was, well, Brett. Too excited, too peppy, too perfect. It felt like he was patronizing you, rubbing in your face how he was always ready for anything, while you needed to give yourself a pep talk before even going out the door. Everyone on the team seemed to like him, something you seem to have still not accomplished.

“Hey Y/N!” Brett waved enthusiastically. He quickly walked with you toward your office. “How was your weekend?” He smiled brightly at you.

“Fine, Brett. Do you need something?” You sipped your coffee quickly trying not to drop any files.

You could see his face fall for only a second. You felt a bit of guilt rise in your chest. He hadn’t done anything yet, and you had been a bit harsh with him.

“Oh, um- I just- well,”

He started nervously stuttering. You just about smiled. It was almost cute watching him all flustered like this.

You quickly shook your head at the thought of him being cute. Brett had been a nuisance the minute he stepped into Cognito Inc. The idea of thinking of those sweet amber eyes as cute was ridiculous.

Brett smacked into you as you turned, your files falling and your coffee spilling everywhere.

“Goddamit Brett! I spent all week on those fucking files!” You got on the floor and tried desperately to salvage any. You had spent hours on these. You knew you should’ve backed them into the computer database. Screw you and your stupid love of paper and pens.

“I am so sorry Y/N, I wasn’t looking and I-” Brett was down on the floor with you, wiping up coffee with his own sleeve. Of course, he would use his own fancy suit in a time like this. Always proving to be a good person even when someone was yelling at him. His hand bumped into yours picking up the papers. His hand was warm and soft. You felt your face heat up. With anger, right?

“Please let me make this up to you.” His watery eyes looked into yours, almost begging you. You liked the look on him. Innocent and needy. “Let me make you dinner tonight! You could come over to my place and I’ll help you rewrite your files.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. You felt a heart rise in your chest and to your cheeks. As much as you hated him, you knew how long it would take if you tried to redo all the work yourself. With a deep sigh, you nodded. He lit up, a smile returning to his face.

What was the worse that could possibly happen? A free meal and not sitting alone at night sounded kind of nice, even if it was with him.

***

“Are you ready?”

Brett was holding his keys, twirling them around. After an exhausting day of work, he still seemed perfectly put together, while your ponytail was almost completely out, and your lab coat stained with whatever mysterious liquid JR had you test today.

“I’m driving.” You grab your keys and start walking out the door, undoing your ponytail and letting your hair fall. Your lab coat came next, letting it hang off your arm as you felt the cool breeze on your shoulders.

Brett quickly followed. “Oh! Okay, um I’ll give directions.” He was staring at you wide-eyed. You realized Brett had probably never seen you in any kind of none work attire. You had never exactly seen him outside of work. You didn’t really go to any of the work parties or late-night drinking, and Brett had only been with Cognito for a few months.

You looked down at yourself in your tank top. It was a bit more revealing than you had remembered, showing off your chest more than you wanted. You pulled your arms toward yourself, feeling embarrassed.

Brett looked away, bright red. You realized had been looking at you. THE Brett Hand had been looking at you. Your cheeks flushed, and you picked up your pace.

“I don’t know how clean my apartment is, I haven’t had people over in a while.” Brett was walking with you briskly.

“Really? I would think you have girls over all the time.” You chuckled.

“Why do you think that?” He looked at you cluelessly.

You were embarrassed now, having to explain your joke.

“Well, um, you- you’re quite attractive so I just thought you’d, you know-”

“You think I’m attractive?”

Your face was red. You kept walking forward, quicker than before, and from the corner of your eye, you could swear that Brett was blushing too.

The drive there was quick, you focused on the road while Brett tried to hide a constant blush. You couldn’t believe you had called Brett attractive. And to his face! You had never found Brett attractive before, had you?

Dinner was quiet, and most of the work was too. You didn’t think you had ever heard Brett be so quiet. It wasn’t as nice as you thought it would be. You could feel that all-so-familiar panic set in. The thought you had fucked everything up forever. You had gone and done it again-

Brett spoke up quietly, his voice a mere whisper.

“You know, I think you’re attractive as well.” His face had a pink glow, not making eye contact with you as you stared at him in awe. “I think you’re beautiful in fact, but I always thought you hated me.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Brett, the golden boy, thought you were beautiful. Not just pretty, or cute, but beautiful.

“I shouldn’t have said that. Oh god, I am so sorry-”

You were on top of him, one hand behind his head, the other sitting next to his hip. His eyes wide, staring into yours.

“Can I?” You asked him, close to his lips, placing your hand on his chest.

He whimpered at your touch and nodded.

You kissed him violently, digging your hand into his hip. His hands hovered against your waist, almost afraid to touch you. You moved to his neck, breathing hot air onto it, listening to him whimper and buck his hips up into you, desperate for some friction. Biting down on his neck, he let out a gasp. You brought your hand down to his clothed cock, softly going up and down. His moans made you feel like you were on fire. You could hear him quietly begging for more.

“Who would’ve known pretty boy Brett would be a sub?” You snicker.

“Please Y/N, Please-”

You started unbuttoning his shirt while continuing to suck his neck. He rolled his hips up into you. You could feel how hard and desperate he was.

“Please what?” You placed your cold hand on his chest, feeling him shiver underneath you.

“Please, fuck-” His breathy moans come out faster as you pressed yourself down onto his hard-on. Hearing him swear was like floating, a musical sound.

“Please, what pretty boy?” You started undoing his buckle, the other hand pulling his hair.

“Please fuck me Y/N.”

“Good boy.”

You sprung his cock free and saw precum already dripping down.

“Needy little thing.”

He gave a whimper in response, trying desperately to rock into your hand. He was shaking, teary eyed.

You started stroking him, slowly as you could, watching each stroke undo him a bit more. He looked beautiful like this, his shirt halfway off with his cock in your hands. You knew he was helpless to whatever you wanted.

You roughly grabbed his chin as his tried to look away from you.

“Look at me.”

He took your thumb into his mouth, gently licking it and bucking his hips up into your hand. You know how badly he wanted to be good for you. He’s was trying so hard not to just fall apart right there.

You let go of him for a moment, a soft whimper coming from his mouth at the loss of contact. You lifed off your tank top, and he stared.

“You can touch dear.” You laughed as his hands quickly fumbled to try and undo your bra. He’s was so fucking needy, and shaking beneath you.

He put your chest in his mouth, sucking and moaning into it as you grab him again, stroking faster.

You pulled your pants down, slipping your panties to the side. Watching him swirl his tounge around your chest, you slowly sunk down on him.

He gripped onto you, gasping. His hips involuntarily twitched up, and you let out a maon. He was big, and he stretched you out. Your eyes rolled back and you grabbed his hair, bringing yourself up and down.

“Y/N, fuck, please, I-”

You slamed down onto him as he blabbers. You both find a rhythm as he pounded up into you and you go down onto him. His hands clingling onto you for dear life and his eyes are teary. He went faster, and your moans are quick.

“Goddamit Brett, fuck me like you want it.”

And that destroys him.

His hands were clawing at your back as he tried so desperately to please you, going as fast as he can. You could feel heat pool in your stomach as you moaned into his chest.

He was about to finish, you could tell by the way his eyes were rolling back while he stutters.

“Good boy Brett.”

And with one final pant, he’s cumming into you as you clench around him, feeling each shockwave take over your body. He’s panting hard and clinging desperately onto you.

As you both sit there, holding each other, you run your fingers through his now damp hair, whispering to him how good he did.

“I take back what I said before.” He whispers to you, his breathing heavy. ‘You’re not beautiful. You’re exquisite.”

#brett hand #inside job #inside job fanfic #inside job fanfiction #alex hirsch #shion takeuchi #smut #sub Brett hand #inside job smut #Brett hand smut #femme dom #Brett Hand

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skysurfing · 3 years

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daddy issues, yeah!!

#overanalyzing myself like tiktoks for liking characters w daddy issues more than anything #netflix sub convenient when youre unemployed and need distractions #this show is brilliant #shion takeuchi i owe you my life #inside job #reagan ridley #brett hand #fanart

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fyeahinsidejob · 3 years

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Reagan, coming into the war room: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Glenn, shocked: Reagan— Language!

Brett: Yeah, watch your fucking language.

Andre: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BRETT THE FUCK WORD?

Gigi: 'The fuck word'.

Myc: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time!

Gigi: Oh my god, they censored it.

Glenn: Say fuck, Myc.

Gigi: Do it, Myc. Say fuck.

#i remember one of the rooms in cognitio inc being named something with war while i was rewatching the show w/ no sound and subtitles #inside job #inside job incorrect quotes #reagan ridley #brett hand #andre lee #gigi thompson #i like how people think brett is a puppy owo cutesy wutsey beta sub male when he's actually not lol

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urdadisgae · 2 years

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Brett hand is my current obsession so here is my hcs for dating him because I’m inlove with a 2D character again.

- pet names

- drives you to work but won’t tell you where you live because it takes extra long to come and get you

- gets you coffee in the morning

- first time you get him coffee he cries and hugs you for a total of 3 minutes

- you pat his head and he brightens

- physical touch is love language obvi

- lots of couch dates where you just cuddle and watch movies together

- he tries and fails to hide tears when you cook for him

- lots of random detailed love messages

- the Brett gang is tired of hearing about you

- he sneaks away from the office to see you

NSFW THINGS FROM HERE ON please leave if you don’t want to read that :)

- he is sub top methinks

- very handsy and he loves missionary with you

- Lots of neck kissing and a healthy amount of begging

- he’s a screamer

- he nervously asks you to be rough when you ride him

- likes to be told what to do

- aftercare is insane because he loves to give it but looks like he will die when he gets it

- you always end up big spoon and he always wants to talk but ends up being cut off by sleep

- he loses his mind with the morning handjobs you give

- you fuck at work. He’ll sneak to your department and then things get hot and heavy in a supplies closet

- you tried sex is his office but got walked in by raegan who just seemed annoyed and tired

- you did also get asked to leave the parking lot by Cognito one time because you were fucking in his car

(there were no real punishments because it’s cognito inc for fucks sake. JR has so many bad sex mishaps that Gigi now gets bonus commission pay from JR specifically on top of hourly pay just for all the times she covers up all the shit he has pulled)

#inside job #Brett Hand x male reader #Brett hand x reader #mentioned Reagan #mentioned JR #mentioned Gigi Luigi

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michu-writes · 2 years

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One: great taste in media judging from your masterlist! I had a idea for a request! Inside Job(either maybe brett,andre or gigi if you need specifics! I will be happy with whichever) x reader who is basically tom/tamara? In personality wise AND maybe this reader has holes instead of eyes like Tom? I think that be really interesting to see their reaction to it! No matter if you do or don’t write this! Plz take care of yourself and to stay happy!

A/N: Thank you, and I FUCKJNG LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH, ITS SO FUN LMAO. I hope you like this, and I hope you have a great day <3

Also I didn't write for Gigi because I didn't know how to write for her- Or I didn't really feel like it yk- IM SORRY :((!!!!

Warning: Slight nsfw (talking about making out, hickeys and sub or dom, nothing TOO bad)

Brett

When he first met you, he felt so intimidated and scared around you- LIKE LETS JUST SAY YOU ALSO WORK FOR COGNITO!! The moment he saw you, he was like "Jesus- You're very… scary. BUT IN A GOOD WAY" and you just looked at him like 🤨. Once you both had to sit in the same room for a meeting, and he just kept looking at your eyes. I mean, it's nothing new for you but he was like REALLY looking at it none stop to the point he couldn't even pay attention to the meeting. So you just gave him a bitchy look, which made him jumó a bit and look away- You just chuckled. BUT ANYWAYS WHEN YOU BECAME FRIENDS, HE KEPT ASKING ABOUT YOUR EYES!!!! Like how did it happen and shiz. Yo I didn't mind, but whenever you were going to explain, you always got interrupted by something (like in literal eddsworld). He eventually just gave up because he felt rude for always asking and looking about your eyes.

ANYWHOOOOOO

Even when you were quite rude and cold to people and about your eyes, HE ALSO SOMEWHAT FOHND YOU KINDA HOT- Like maybe it's the way you look so badass and can literally beat him up anytime-

When you started dating, YOU WERE THE POWER COUPLE WHO CAUSED CHAOS <3. LIKE WE HAVE THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER, AND THEN ON THE OTHER HAND WE HAVE THE FUCKING CHIHUAHUA <3333. It's lowkey the best fucking dynamic !!1!1!1!! You'll be literally death staring everyone who thinks Brett or you are weird, while Brett is just being an oblivious son of a bitch :3. Honestly, the gang would be wondering how you guys even got together in the first place. I mean, they always knew that Brett had a strange taste, but still.

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Brett woukd fucking burst and turn red during make out sessions. HES LIKE "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god am I really making out with the hottest person in Cognito?!?!?!?!?!" He almost passed out 💀. He'd like to get a hickey from you too, he just feels so confident and powerful when people know that your his <333333.

Andre

DUDEEEE HE THINKS YOURE THE HOTTEST BEING HES EVER SEEN, NO KIDDING!!!! He doesn't even think about your eyes, he just wants to kiss you smhhh. Ever since he saw you, he's been trying to catch your attention some way or another. Either from flirting, teasing, chit chatting, ANYTHING to the point it actually started to annoy you a bit. One time he wouldn't leave you alone even if you tried to signal him that you wanted to be alone. Sure, sometimes he flattered you BUT YOU NEEDED TO FOCUS ON YOUR WORK!! So what did you do? You fucking kicked his ass! Literally! You pushed him to the ground and said "Leave me the FUCK alone, moron." AND THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU ISTG. He literally had hearts in his eyes. He literally mouthed "Holy shit" and fucking blushed. You noticed, which made you look at him confused, but you couldn't help but blush too. Because he looked so cute- You only sighed and helped him up. "If I give you my number, will you finally leave me alone?" "Can't say I promise, princess/prince." THE PETNAME. THE FUCKJGN PETNAME. You rolled your eyes and gave him a note which was your number and walked away. AFTER THAT INCIDENT, YOU BOTH COUDKNT STOP TEXTING EACH OTHER. It was that moment you actually thought he was kinda cool, and where he thought that you're his love of his life. THIS FUCKING BITCH- He's most likely dreamt about being dominated by you 🤷. HE HAS ALWAYS THIUGJT THAT HES A MASSIVE DOM, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU, HES THE MOST SUBMISSIVE MF OUT THERE. We won't talk much about it though because,,, yeah--

When you both started dating, he couldn't stop talking about you with his colleges. He's like "Oh, me? Yeah I'm dating this awesome sexy and hot person, you probably know them, it's y/n. They're so fucking attractive, you'll be jealous." He's basically a simp. BUT YK, HIS LIFE GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU A BLUSHING AND FLUSTERED MESS BECAUSE ITS ALMSOT IMPOSSIBLE. Whenever he tries to flirt with you, you'll only look at him like "Is that all you got?" And then start flirting with him instead and make him the flustered one instead.

ITS SO!!! I love him

#Andre lee #dr. Andre lee #brett hand #inside job #x reader #x y/n #y/n #andre lee x reader #brett hand x reader #fanfiction #headcanon

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cognitosclowns · 3 years

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NO CAUSE I'VE BEEN BINGE READING ALL YOUR SHIT I'M IN LOVE.

BUT LIKE- YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH ANDRE AND BRETT AND REGAN, ALL THREE. AKDKWKDOWODKW

PLEASE. IF YOU COULD PLEASE. GIMME. SUM SUBBY ANDRE WITH A FEM S/O

ALSO YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M WRITING MY OWN SMUT AS WE SPEAK.

I GOT A BUNCHA ASKS FOR SUB ANDRE SO,, IM COMBINING THEM INTO THIS SNMDSMD !!!!

tw : drugs + drug use!!

IM DOIN THIS AS X FEM READER BC IT’S ESSENTIALLY THE SAME,, AND I LIKE WRITING IN SECOND PERSON <3

The brattiest mf ever at first

Doesn’t matter what you two are doing, he’s gonna be his usually Light, Teasing self <3 Might take a bit of work until he’s,,, Properly Putty In Your Hands <3

I THINK I BROUGHT THIS UP BEFORE BUT,, IDC I LOVE THIS IDEA :

The shit that Completely Destroys him is vv Hard, vv slow thrusting. if he can feel every drag?? <3

He’s usually used so ppl being,, vv fast and rough - and don’t get me wrong, he loves that shit too - its just,,, such a different experience that he’s complete putty <3

with vv fast, rough sex, sometimes all the sensations blur together? He much prefers the kind of overstimulation where Every Sensation Is Distinct And Unique.

That he can feel the difference between your thrusts, your hand stroking, your lips on his neck, etc. Different rhythms for each, so that he can tell everything apart? He’s absolutely destroyed.

He’ll definitely try to,, Keep It Together but eventually it’s just gonna melt into a string of ‘yesyesyesyesyes’

His thighs have a habit of going together?? His legs,, get extremely Jittery. Big movements + twitches

Rail him through the orgasm, into another <3 trust me he’s gonna love you like nothing else. Feeling that massive Rush, the drop off, only to feel it instantly building back up into another orgasm?

At that points it’s just <3 noises and thumping his fists on the bed. No brain, no words, simply bliss <3

JUST SOME MISC SHIT??

If you have a Chest Of Any Kind he wants those puppies IN HIS FACE. Big or small, he wants em <3. Pressed against his face? Seeing them bounce while you rail him? The softness and warmth makes his brain go stupid. ALL ABOUT THOSE CONTRASTING SENSORY EXPERIENCESSSSS

50/50 on how high he’ll want to be. Sometime he prefers his Baseline Level Of Intoxications but,, othertimes he’s gonna pop an Assorted Bundle Of Shit

Aphrodisiacs, hard drugs, some shit he’s cooked up himself - usually those are the time’s he’s had A Fucking Day And A Half and,, seriously needs to get his brain fucked out. Please provide this <3

If you ask him to eat you out/suck you off <333 sometimes he’s just gonna melt naturally into body worship?? One minute his lips doing their Most to make you cum,, and then he’s licking at your stomach and thighs <3

he just gets,, very into it?? the taste of your skin, the texture (stretch marks, birth marks, old injuries, etc), the smell, etc. Completely shuts off his brain <3 he’ll positively lavish you in messy kisses and licks.

Prostate stimulation + your mouth on his tip = slack jawed, eyes rolled back, dead silence.

Just,, slowly curling your fingers inside, while lapping along his frenulum?

The lights upstairs shut off entirely. Nobody’s home. He’d let you do that shit for actual hours if you could keep it up smdnsd.

HH ANDRE LEE <333 LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND,, THIS WAS SO FUN.

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oqal · 2 years

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alright i wrote it its FINALLY out

soft dom brett and bratty sub reagan get it on lol minors look away

The two were stumbling into a warmer bar on the eastside of Alexandria, giggling quietly to themselves as little inside jokes and quips were exchanged. The team had decided to go out to a bar outside of Cognito, a little hole-in-the-wall pub on a lively night over the weekend, and for a bit as a group they enjoyed themselves, but eventually Reagan found it too bothersome to be shoulder-to-shoulder by unknown patrons. That’s when she took her drink outside and rested near the outside horizontal fire pit that ignited small blue flames, taking in the cooler breeze against her cheeks while nursing on her drink. That’s when Brett eventually joined her outside with two more beers, and the pair made conversation that turned into an hour of being outside, beer bottles littering around them, glowing smiles and jokes being told between the two.

The team knew Brett and Reagan were together as a couple but never showed PDA in the office, assumingly under Reagan’s edict. They also knew when they would clandestinely come back from a quickie, as Myc always announced that they just fucked in the backroom after sensing Brett and Reagan’s eroding oxytocin levels were through the roof. Otherwise, the two had a private romantic relationship outside of work, when Brett really brought out the happiness in Reagan in the company of only each other.

For a couple hours they were outside, leaning on the brickstone of the fireplace, taking down beer after beer, a warm blue fire warming their bodies and the flush of alcohol and flirtiness between the two. Reagan was thankful they were outside while the rest of the team was inside the bar, so any public displays of affection could go unnoticed. It began with Reagan beginning to give him small kisses, until he returned them, and the two would share a firm, prolonged kiss, her hand snaking up to his jaw and gently holding it, stroking her thumb over his cheek. The two disconnected and smiled warmly at each other, until Reagan glanced to the side and saw some alike lingering outside patrons glancing at them, whispering among themselves. Reagan blushed gently and grabbed Brett’s hand, dragging them to their feet and down the wooden dock-like entrance of the bar, one beer still in each hand.

Brett was goofily laughing behind her as she was grinning and giggling a bit herself, finding them a secluded, dark spot against a tall wooden fence it had adorned on its outdoor exterior. She pressed his back against the fence with an alluring smirk, tossing the half-emptied beers for them to the side. They landed on the grass, rolling away with beer leaking out of them, while Reagan was wrapping her arms around Brett’s neck, pulling him down with another messy kiss. Brett simply shook his head, huffed another laugh into the kiss and returned it quickly, snaking his arms around her waist. Reagan opened her eyes and pulled away, scoffing slightly as she looked up to him, pressing their bodies closer together.

“What’s so funny?” Reagan’s fingers dragged at his chest, a bit of head fuzziness making her head tilt. His perfectly sculpted jaw, soft locks illuminated by a nearby street light. He looked almost too delectable in this light. She could drop to her knees right now and make him sing her name in a chorus of moans, if she had the chance.

“You’re excited tonight,” Brett remarked, tightening his grip around her waist tighter, delving in for a deeper kiss than she delivered prior, herself happily humming and giggling into it. One of his hands suddenly unattached from her waist and took her by the jaw, gently but firmly tilting her head, prodding his tongue into her mouth, making her emit a small moan from the bottom of her throat, bringing him closer in her arms. Once the invitation to explore her mouth was allowed, his stronger arms grasped under her thighs, gently hiking her up so she was completely entrapped in his hold. He turns around and presses her back to the fence this time.

Reagan gasped softly and made another pleasured hum when he was hungrily lapping at her lips, her hands now starting to entwine in his ginger locks. It’s when he was pressing their midsections together, moving his lips to the crevice of her neck, sweetly licking and kissing at it as she felt firmness from him harden against her crotch. A very soft moan escaped her lips once more, tilting her head up so Brett could continue to drag his lips and teeth against her already very sensitive neck. Once she felt his lips attach to a soft part of her neck and suck, she released a slightly higher but quiet gasp, curling around his body.

“B-Brett—” she muttered softly until she heard a wet pop from her neck, his tongue and teeth gently grazing the blooming red mark on her neck, she shuddered and breathed heavily against his ear, while he pushed his hardening midsection harder against her core with a small huff. Reagan’s breath hitched and she gently ground her core against him, trying to find his lips to hers again.

He finds them and kisses her gently, then firmly, letting her gently grind herself against his hardening bulge, another whiny moan parting their lips.

“Take me home,” she pleaded softly, biting her lip to prevent herself from getting too excited and grinding herself harder on him. Reagan needed to wait until they were in the privacy of her home before getting too worked up. “fuck, please, let’s go home.” She whimpered more impatiently, her hips unintentionally trying to grind a bit more to find some desperately needed simulation.

Brett quickly nodded in agreement, his chest going up and down in excitement. “I want you so badly, right now, god—” he confessed hotly against her ear, making her press her lips together and hold herself back from taking him right there from that sentence alone. It’s then he swung her body easily into fireman-carrying style, making her yelp in surprise but then laugh, her arms still around his neck.

Brett had to maneuver his hands to safely hold his girlfriend while scooping his keys out of his front pocket, unlocking his car and placing her in the passenger seat first, then making his way to the driver’s seat. It was almost instantly he was drifting out of the dirt road parking lot the bar had to offer, languity of the alcohol making Reagan cling onto his arm every so often.

It was luckily pretty late at night, almost two in the morning, so the backroads of the route back to Reagan’s house were primarily empty. Brett was speeding almost ten over, windows rolled down to let the cooler air flow through the car. Reagan, having a smaller stature than Brett and probably an empty stomach before they drank, was in a much more affectionate mood on the way home.

A hand was placed on Brett’s thigh and she was running her hand up and down the light blue denim of his jeans, getting closer to his inner thighs every so often. Brett chuckled silently under his breath, placing his hand on hers to pause her tantalizing touch, squeezing it somewhat.

“What?” Reagan purred softly, reaching over to press a gentle kiss to his neck, nearly needing to unbuckle herself from her seat to smother him behind the wheel. Brett’s head twitched and chortled again, growing impatient. Her hand forcibly moved towards his crotch, that was already hardening again, messaging his length through his jeans while smiling against his neck. His hips bucked slightly and her blatant teasing was making him testy, hissing softly under her touch, to which he quickly seized her hands once more.

“Wait ‘til we get home,” he said quietly, straining his lips together, giving her a side glance. The alcohol was thorough throughout her system, thus her gaze being nothing other than a longing one, needy for touch. Maybe she took down one too many beers, but Brett with his bigger physique was able to process them more slowly, giving him a slightly better clarity, but the lightness and aloofness also overtook him.

But more importantly, his patience was running out. All of her teasing was making him narked while trying to focus on the road. So he took her hand and placed it on her leg, to which he snuck his own hand forcibly between her legs, palming her core intensely, running his fingers very slowly up and down her clothed slit. It was something to distract her with, which immediately worked, as she balled her body up slightly, holding onto his arms, puffs of breath escaping her mouth as his hand worked, her eyes cast down suddenly. He smiled at such compliance he was able to get out of her, and continue to rub her core with force, her body squirming under his touch with small whimpers slipping from her throat.

And soon enough the time goes by so fast they’re already pulling into the driveway of Reagan’s townhouse, disregarding all belongings except for the keys to the door, both of them rushing to the entrance with amorous kisses in between, with Brett jamming the key into the hole and pushing the door open, not bothering to turn on any lights. They’re both taking off their coats as their lips collide together ferociously, Reagan being the one to peel Brett's t-shirt off from his hips, over his shoulders. He complies, but suddenly guides her body against the small dining table, lifting her legs so she could lean comfortably against it.

With him already topless, it was easy for Reagan to complete the process of undressing him first as she nearly always did. Her hands were fiddling at his belt buckles until Brett seized her hands once more, this time with more force to one hand squeezed both of her wrists together. Brett looked at her with a serious cast over her, to which she froze and looked up at him, with widened eyes.

“W-Wait,” he breathed in quickly, pressing his midsection against hers once more. A small noise briefly left her throat as she looked up at him, her arms subdued with one of his hands alone.

“Let me,” he said in between a breath, “let me be in control tonight. Please?” Brett looked down to her with a needy gaze, feeling his core tighten more. Reagan flushed some and then nodded quickly, feeling her slick wetten some at such an earnest request, once that didn’t come often.

Immediately did Brett unbutton Reagan’s jeans with haste and yanked them off with force, Reagan gasping as he pulled her closer to his crotch, letting her squirm against it. From there he lifted her blouse from her waist over her head, then undoing her bra from behind while his lips were grazing her neck, her collarbones, making Reagan’s breath hitch. He clutched her hands and laid her back down against the table, pinning her wrists above her head with ease, herself staring up at him with surprise of how controllingly strong he was. It shamefully only made her heat slicken up more and throb in anticipation.

It’s without warning that Brett takes his unused hand and palms at her dampened underwear, the moisture of it making him bark out a low, amused laugh while Reagan flushes, squirming a bit more. He works at the sensitive parts of Reagan’s neck knowing it’ll make her even more pliable. His hand palmed at her core begins to rub and and down, at a moderately pressured pace, making Reagan jerk her body, looking down at Brett while her arms twitch above her.

“Brett, just fuck me already—” she hissed in a needy whisper, and his hand applied more pressure, making her hitch a shaky moan as he chuckles against her skin, watching her close her eyes and buck her hips against his working hand.

“Just relax, Reagan,” Brett lowly cooed into her ear, honey dripping from his request, prompting another shudder from her, goosebumps forming along her arms. “Let me take care of you.” His teeth dragged against her earlobe and bit it softly, pressing feather-like kisses behind it, causing the brunette underneath him to immediately gasp more loudly, followed by a moan. That’s what Brett decided to put his words to the test, tightening his hold around her wrists softly to remind her he was in control.

The hand palming her crotch quickly left and ran up the side of her torso, caressing her prickled skin, making her stretch her body into his touch, begging for more. Reagan was beginning to breathe heavily, a sweat building at the hairline of her forehead, wanting so desperately for her pleasure to be fulfilled. Brett’s hand found its way to her breast and he flicked one of her erect nipples under his thumb, causing Reagan to jerk and choke under his touch again.

“S-Stop t-teasing me—” Reagan tried one more time, only for Brett to ignore the prompt and let go of her wrists above her, gripping both breasts in his hand, groping them firmly while applying wet kisses around her areolas, almost making Reagan screech his name, but instead she inhaled sharply, her shaking arms instantly trying to hug around his head, whimpering more under her breath. That’s when Brett broke off and freed himself of both of her arms, this time pinning them again over her head with more force. Brett’s eyes met her widened ones, her eyes flickering.

“I didn’t say you could move those.” It almost came out as a low-growled warning, but there was so much controlling desire in his gaze, piercing her so intensely that she immediately submitted to this newer, controlling demeanor. It made her slick throb even more, a desperate whine crackling from her throat.

“Please, Brett, just fuck me, god damn it—” it was more a pathetic plea than a demand when she repeated herself, when Brett only chuckled softly, now forcing her wrists down against the table as he snakes the freed arm to her heat once more, peeling off her underwear. Reagan bit her lip with an abrupt groan, her entire body now completely bare to his disposal.

“Turn off your thoughts for me, baby.” Brett whispered to her and Reagan gulped, looking at him with those hazy dark eyes of hers that made him want to mount her right then and there. He stared down at her until she blinked and nodded shyly, Brett smiling at her compliance, leaning down to softly kiss her neck.

“Thank you,” Brett praises while attaching his lips to her neck and suckling with force once more, making Reagan gasp lightly, whimpering at the sweet sensation again. “You work so hard, baby, let me reward you, please.” He cooed against her neck. She nodded quickly, closing her eyes, relaxing some.

It’s when there’s two fingers suddenly being pushed into her slick, throbbing entrance that makes Reagan shoot her eyes open and moan out again, a quick Brett---! escaping her lips. His two fingers create a moderate pulse, pushing in and out of Reagan while she lets her head drop against the table, her legs twitching, rambling a string of convoluted curse words.

“Shhh, I know, I know.” Brett continued to pin her squirming arms down while pushing his fingers in and out, pressing his lips to her forehead, then her temple, her cheeks. The pace of his fingers picks up a little and she lets out a louder moan, her hips twitching, the sounds of her slick wet squelching around his fingers as they work in and out of her. Brett bent down and was kissing her chest again, kissing and licking at one of her nipples, making Reagan cry out something incoherent, beads of sweat now trailing down her face and body.

His fingers kept their pace, not picking up but not slowing down either, then bending them slightly inside her, making her groan and curl around his body, panting. “Brett! Please!” She yelped in a breathy gasp towards him. When she felt a third finger slide inside her and cried out louder, panting heavily.

“Please, what?” Brett mused, smiling up at her, keeping her wrists above her pinned to the table with his strength. He did a deeper thrust of his fingers inside her and she threw her head back, her back arching while her arms strained above her, unable to form any more pleas. Her hips were now twitching and jerking around his hand, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes, about to come close to her first orgasm. When he pushed deeper, Reagan choked on a loud moan and her eyes widened, pupils rolling back, mouth opened with gasping noises, twisting her body some. Her body convulsed as he leaned up to steal a messy kiss from Reagan’s mouth, one she was barely able to return the kiss between moans, convulsing harder until he removes his fingers suddenly, making her suddenly whine up at him, panting and knotting her brows as he refused to let her achieve her orgasm around his fingers.

For a second he lets her catch her breath, looking down at his glistening fingers and licks her juices off of them with a pleased hum. “You taste amazing,” Brett whispers to her, making her whimper, until he’s leaning up and releasing her wrists to undo his belt and jeans, scooting them down a little. Reagan was still reeling from the best fingerfucking she’s had in her days, but glances down to see that he’s finally undoing his jeans, the redness in her face still glowing knowing he was going to relieve himself with her.

It’s until he’s wrapping her strong arms around her waist and forcibly flipping her over so her stomach is pressed against the table, Brett gently constrains her position so she is bent over the table, her hands now freed, shaking as they slip around the surface of the table. She emits a noise of surprise when suddenly manhandled, but bites down on her bottom lip, anticipating for him to finally go to town on her. He’s leaning down to brush her hair back so it wasn’t hanging over her face, pressing a sweet kiss to her dampened temple, Reagan huffing slightly. That’s when he’s digging his rock hard cock out from under his briefs, slick in pre already, rubbing the head over her dripping core, causing her to mewl in need and himself groan softly, trying to push back to impale herself on his cock. To no avail, his grip on her hips was strong and she felt his length slip past her entrance, causing her to jerk her head up with a more demanding whine, trying to glance at him.

“You’re so beautiful, Reagan.” Brett pressed light kisses to her back, grinding his hips against her, both of them filling the room with a crescending groan. He keeps grinding, running his hands up and down her sides, the shift in his breath changing to a more ragged one. Hitching her up more for an angle, his fingers run along her slit.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart, is that all for me?” Brett breathed out and Reagan moaned from the sentence alone, looking away abashedly with nod, causing him to slip just the tip of his cock inside her. Reagan balled up her fists and groaned against the table.

“Want more, baby?” He ran his fingers down her spine, Reagan gasped and shakily tried to squirm onto him more, but her hips were taut in his hold. “Want me inside you, yeah?” He said with a cooing, almost condescending voice. It made Reagan whine and bob her head up and down, looking back at him, with gritted teeth. “Will you be a good girl for me, baby?”

That’s what breaks the dam and Reagan barked out, “yes, yes! Fucking fuck me. please!” she strained. Brett tsked, shaking his head at her plea, pulling out, making Reagan loudly strain.

“Be good.” He gave her ass a squeeze with a calm warning, and she squealed softly, fervorously nodding in desperation.

“Please, please, I’ll be good, fuck me, please, please—” she begged with a higher tone in her voice, before he pushed his cock all the way inside her, cutting her off by making her belting out a sharp cry, his hips beginning to set a moderate pace.

“That’s it, sweetie,” a bead of sweat trickles down his jaw, feeling her insides clench around his cock as he pumps in and out of her, as Reagan’s symphony of moans and whimpers carry her throat against the table, her fingernails scratching against it. “You can take it, just like that, be good.” His breaths become more jagged as she moans with a high-pitch pant, nodding to his words.

“Yes, yes, I’m good, I’m good—” Reagan repeated to herself, when another harsh thrust sent her into another beathy gasp, Brett pressing his palm to the back of her neck to weigh her down, then opening his hand to weave his fingers through her hair into the base of her skull, then slowly closing his hand into a fist. She sobbed another moan as her head was being held up now, her knees going weak beneath her as he continued to pound into her backside, eyes rolling to the back of her head again.

“You feel so good, baby,” Brett grunted and bent down, a heavy breath hitting her the back of her neck and she felt his teeth lightly sink into her shoulder, a mix of stinging and pleasure making her mind melt. One of his hands searches for her hers and intertwines her fingers from behind, gripping it tightly as he continues to thrust in and out, as the table begins to creek under their weights combined. Reagan tries to look back at him but another harsh thrust seizes her throat, her body now trembling under him.

“Pl–please—” Reagan tries to moan out, but the intensity of his thrusts were gaining tactic over her, making her whimper breathlessly as her body convulsed, her insides beginning to tighten around his cock. Brett groaned and released her hair, having to plant both hands on the table and pant himself now as his hips rocked, leaning the crook of his forehead on her shoulder blades, his core tightening. Nothing but gasping silence and whimpers emit from her now as her body convulses, then inhaling a sharp gasp, cumming violently around his cock. She’s straining out a groan and his throat rumbles out another tantalizing growl, finding himself now releasing into her pulsing wet, slowing his pace some.

When she’s audibly breathing in and out with high pitches in between, Brett pulls out of her, his still erect cock slapping against his stomach, resting it on top of her backside for a second as the two catch up on breaths. Underneath him, Reagan is limp against the table, a bit drool dripping down the side of her mouth as her eyes flutter from her orgasm. Before she’s slipping her eyes shut, Brett looks at her and decides that nearly wasn’t enough.

With force again, he’s picking her up and flipping her over to help her sit up again, caging his larger arms around her torso as he presses a firm kiss to Reagan’s lips hungrily, her weakly returning it between huffs. Insatiably he scoops her up from under her thighs, lifting her from the table with ease and pressing her back against the wall, making her wrap her legs around his waist.

“Brett,” she breathlessly whispers as she’s wrapping her arms around his neck, the ginger lapping at her lips before pushing her cock inside her again, making her gasp weakly before she’s being thrusted into again, again at the same brutal pace they were at a minute ago. Brett hisses from the tightness she has at this angle, attaching his lips to her neck, suckling harshly. Reagan curls her body around him, trying not to slip as her body was drenched in bodily sweat.

“Fuuuck, fuck, f-fuck—” Reagan’s mind is fuzzing up again and this time another harsh wave of pleasure makes her tremble against him, dropping her head back and closing her eyes as open-mouthed gasps and pants left her mouth. Her arms tighten around him and she’s starting to drag her nails down her back, leaving vertical red lines in their path. “B-Brett, p-please, I c—can’t—” she tried to gargle out, eyes filling with pleasured tears and Brett was taking her by the lips again, nodding against her lips.

“Yes, you can,” he panted between the kisses, his thrusts becoming harder to where her head is gently knocking the wall behind her, biting on his lower lip in concentration. “J-Just a little longer—” he bit down on his bottom lip, groans grumbling from the bottom of his throat against her lips, the thrusts becoming more prolonged and impactful, hitting her sweetest spot. She’s silently gasping once more as her eyes fade with overwhelming stimulation, digging her nails deeper into his back.

“I-I’m gonna— ff-fuck—!” Reagan sobbed, until a last thrust hit that spot with such intensity, her body jerked and instantly tightened around his, her walls clenching his merciless cock and she nearly screamed against his ear, cumming on his cock again with a trembling body. Brett groaned loudly and leaned his head into her neck, his hips tightening as he spilled his load into her again, gritting his teeth as his pace slowed.

Her entire body weight was still being pressed against the wall as he kept his cock in her for a few more moments, relinquishing her sounds and body until his release was complete. Reagan remains pinned to the wall but wordlessly heaving in breaths, her head going from the wall to his shoulder, open-mouthed pants still leaving her mouth. Brett pulled out his dripping cock from inside her with a small groan, her own slick dripping with white, as he pushed off the wall with her still wrapped around him. He’s using all his arm strength to cradle her, gently laying them both down on her couch, herself limply lying bare on top of him, body trembling.

“Thank you, thank you,” Brett’s repeating between kisses around her face while pushing her hair back for her, her eyes trying to maintain eye contact, but exhaustion just left her with a slow nod, tear stains vertically off her flushed cheeks. He’s looking up at her, weaving his fingers through her dampened locks and she lets out a soft sigh, dropping the side of her head against his chest.

The two laid there for a moment, steadying their breaths. Her eyes were beginning to slip shut, her body still in a light tremor but loosely calming down.

“Are you alright?” Brett asked softly, looking down at her.

Reagan slowly nods her head, leaning it more heavily against his chest. “Yeah.” She replied softly, balling one of her fists against his chest to let him know she’s getting comfortable.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked once more, softly petting her brown locks as he leaned up slightly, flipping the couch’s blanket over them. Reagan shakes her head and lets a soft, content sigh escape her nose, her brain too much in overload to even think right now, Brett catching the glimpse of a loose smile tugging at her lips.

“‘m gonna lay here,” she said softly, her body weight becoming heavier as she completely relaxes and closes her eyes, Brett breathlessly chuckling as he plants a kiss to the top of her head, knowing sleep was going to cast over her any minute.

“Love you.” Brett whispered, stroking her back. A little love you was muffled out by Reagan as she allows rest to finally catch her, both finding peaceful slumber and contentment, together.

#drabbles #text post #ns/ft minors dni #breagan #reagan x brett #brett hand x reagan ridley #reagan ridley x brett hand

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