#please leave your own comfort fics in the tags 😌

[msdanvers]

@pscentral​ event 09: comfort ↳ comfort fics [supercorp]

i’ll be your west coast, honey by @thebluewritingbench

don’t go slow ‘cause you’re gonna be someone by @i-am-robie​ㅤ

stay the night by @lynnearlington

it’s all happenin’ at the zoo by @searidings​

there’s a big old moon shining down at night by @jazzfordshire​

we are what we pretend to be by @c--and--b​ㅤ ㅤ

she shines me up like gold on my arm by @itllsetyoufree

kryptonian tradition, or something like it by @sapphic-luthor

you & me & holiday wine by @ekingston  

[fatherrussia-69]

The Q&A Sun and Moon Edition - Silence Speaks A Thousand Words is finally finished! (o゜▽゜)o☆

We decided to use our voices for this one, however, 2/3 of us were not comfortable using our actual voices. So courtesy of Capcut, we used AI filters over our actual voices.

This leaves you guys to voice over the other characters similar to a comic dub! If you are planning to make one, then please contact us via Editor T's email. 😌😁

In the meantime please refer to our previous post for rules and information about this Q&A. You can ask questions, give statements, or just interact with us and the characters from the fic in general. (☆▽☆)

To share art, tag @fatherrussia-69 to your post. If you don't know what foc we are talking about, click the A03 link below. Thank you so much @thegenderfluidace for making the intro to the Q&A. You did amazing.

😁 Main Characters you can interact with (Other characters will take longer to respond):

Father R

Editor T

Henchman A

Sundrop

Moondrop

Eclipse

Mc

Elliot

Maria

Kiara

Chica

Roxanne

Montgomery

Avery

Logan

Doug

Clovis

Alister

Damari

Curtis

Mozzarella (Mozza)

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[one-boring-person]

Another idea for a fic:

Submissive Christoph begging you to fuck him with a strap-on while he jerks himself off 😌

I've changed the character in this to Hans again, and I appreciate there may be some historical innacuracy in the existence of this particular toy, but oh well, it is fiction after all😅 I hope you like this!

You Can Do Better Than That.

Colonel Hans Landa (Inglorious Basterds) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, pegging, swearing

Masterlist

(Tagging @jawline-of-steel because I think you'll enjoy this ;)

The door closes loudly behind us as we walk in, sounding almost deafening in the silence we've created. It's a comfortable quiet, but there's some tension, coming particularly from Hans, who has been shooting me looks all afternoon, clearly trying to ask me for something he's struggling to verbalize. I know he's too proud to ask me outright, so I'll wait until he starts taking his advances a little further, knowing the reward is always much sweeter when I do. 

Going to the kitchen, I place my bags down and start putting stuff away, humming quietly to myself as he follows me inside, putting his own load down, too. Instead of going about tidying away, however, he stops and stares at me, lip pulled between his teeth, shifting somewhat nervously as he watches me work. Turning to him, I give him a look, only to continue ignoring him as he starts to fiddle with his hands, debating with himself.  

I have a vague idea about what he wants, his obvious discomfort making it abundantly clear that something's got him a little flustered, though what it is is a mystery to me.

"(Y/n)..." He finally speaks, voice soft, trying to get my attention.

Turning to him again, I tilt my head, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

The colonel bites his lip, glancing away briefly before looking back.

"I, err, I need your help with something." 

"My help? With what?" I smirk now, knowing exactly what he means - he's moved his hands to shield his crotch from view.

Once again, he hesitates to answer, subtly moving the palm of his hand over the bulge forming in his trousers, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"I...I need you, (Y/n). Please." He tells me, making eye contact with me, the hopeful desire in his eyes sending a flash of arousal through me as he fixes them on me, "I've needed you all day."

His admission is what does it for me, my smirk growing larger now.

"Needed me to do what?" I tease him, coming over to him until I'm inches from his face, "Hold you? Kiss you?"

I smirk and move a hand out to brush over his crotch.

"Fuck you?"

Hans' eyes dilate as I say this, a breathy moan leaving him at my words. Bingo, I know just what he's after.

"Fuck me...Please…" He confesses, biting his lip. 

Grinning, I lean in and bite his earlobe, speaking directly into his ear.

"Get upstairs, on the bed. Take your clothes off for me." I order him, watching as he nods and leaves, the bedroom door opening moments later as he enters. 

A few seconds later, I follow him up, going into the room to find him lying on the bed, his body completely bare to me, cock already hard and swaying in the cool air. Licking my lips at the sight, I go over to the set of drawers on the side and take something out, holding it out of his sight and dropping it by the bed as I get closer. 

He keeps his eyes on me, watching my every move as I approach the end of the bed, leaning forward to stroke my hands up the inside of his thighs, smirking as his breath hitches audibly. 

"How long have you been hard, hm? How long have you been waiting for this? All day I bet, like a dirty little slut." I tell him, kneeling between his legs so I can lean over him, looking down at his body appreciatively, "Like my good little slut."

He almost moans at his, arching up towards me, eyes begging me to do something, though I make sure to keep clear of contact until he speaks.

"Use your words, Hans." I scold, hovering over him.

"Please touch me, (Y/n), I need you so badly! Please!" He moans out, biting his lip.

"Good boy." I praise him, before leaning down and kissing him roughly, my tongue slipping into his mouth almost instantly, licking deeply into him. Sounds of pleasure escape him as I press myself down on him, applying pressure and friction on his flushed erection, our eyes falling closed as our tongues dance with one another, mine wrapping around his even as he sucks on it. Our teeth knock together accidentally, my hands now running up his bare chest to his nipples, which I flick and roll between my fingers, drawing gasps from him. Needily, he grinds up against me, searching for more friction. 

Pulling back, I smirk as a string of saliva trails between our open mouths, his lips swollen from the ferocity of the kiss, his eyes blown with lust. 

"Please...Please…" He gasps out, hands lifting to clutch at me.

Batting them away, I smirk and lean back onto my knees, sitting on my heels as I slide my hands down his torso, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Bending over him, I bite at his collarbone, his sharp intake of breath telling me I've hit the jackpot, my teeth scraping over his skin as I drag my mouth over him. Kissing and sucking, I mouth at his exposed torso, leaving countless marks in my wake, goaded on by the soft moans echoing up from the parted lips of the man below me, his cock starting to weep now as I move further and further down his body. 

As I reach his happy trail, I slow my movements, very deliberately kissing down to the base of his hard cock, which I suck at harshly, knowing it drives him crazy. Crying out, Hans bucks into me, only to whine when I hold him down, licking a long stripe up his cock, following the pulsing vein running up his length. Groaning, he struggles not to move, eyes wide as he watches me kiss his tip, desperation clouding his expression when I pull away. Smirking, I sit up and place a hand at the base, wrapping my fist around him and squeezing just the way he likes it. Hans moans again, his head falling back as I drag my hand up to the tip, starting to jerk him off nice and slowly. Using his precum as lube, I get him all worked up, pressing my thumb over the vein, slipping it over his slit, alternating the pressure of my fingers. 

Watching him closely, I take note of what affects him the most, using it to my advantage to get him closer and closer to orgasming, lowering my other hand to fondle his balls. This seems to do the trick, Hans' cock starting to twitch as his body tenses, clearly ready to cum.

At the last minute, I pull away, chuckling at his whimpers of desperation and disappointment, his gaze returning to mine. 

"(Y/n), please, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything!" He pleads with me, clutching at the bedsheets in panic. 

I tilt my head.

"Don't worry, you'll get to cum...but it depends how badly you want it. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I tease him, stroking his quivering thighs. 

"Yes, yes please! Fuck me, (Y/n)! Please, fuck me hard!" He begs, looking up at me pleadingly.

"And how should I fuck you, hm?" I start to run a hand down to my own crotch, finding his pleasure to be incredibly arousing, his whines and pleas going straight to my core.

He blushes as he realizes what I want to hear, his ears going bright red.

"I...I want you inside me." He murmurs, looking down.

Tutting, I tilt his chin up with two fingers, making him look me in the eye.

"What was that?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He hesitates before replying again.

"I want you inside me." He bites his lip, "Please, (Y/n), I want you to fuck me hard. Please fuck me, until I can barely walk tomorrow without being reminded of how you ruined me."

His words send a bolt of heat to my own core, arousal building quickly.

Climbing off the bed, I strip myself of my own clothes, Hans watching me raptly as I get bare, the man swallowing at the sight. Leaning down, I pick up the object I dropped by the bed before, securing it to my crotch with a smirk. He eyes the strap-on with some trepidation, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"I'm going to need this slicked up if you want me to fuck that tight hole of yours, Hans." I gesture to the fake cock protruding from the harness, knowing full well it isn't the only prep we'll need.

Eagerly, he scrambles up the bed until he's level with my crotch, opening his mouth as he looks up at me, knowing exactly what I want. Smiling at his obedience, I slide the cock into his mouth, watching as his tongue caresses the rubber, his eyes falling closed as I buck it into his throat, wanting to get it completely wet with his saliva. Drool drips down his chin, his lips stretched beautifully around the fake body part, being as gentle as as if it were real. 

Deeming it ready, I tap his chin and pull out.

"Up on the bed, on your front, ass up." I command him, slapping his thigh as he goes to move.

Whining needily, he does as he's told, swaying his ass temptingly as I climb on behind him, his hole bared to me. 

Groaning at the sight of him so ready for me, I spit on his asshole and use two fingers to push the saliva into him, working him open for me. He's tight, muscles clenching around my digits as I push them into him, the sensations drawing loud moans from him, his fists clenching the bedsheets again. Adding a third finger, I work him open, quickly getting him prepared. 

As soon as he is, I move forward and place the head of the cock at his entrance, pushing in only enough so it starts to penetrate him. Rocking back into me, he whines, trying to encourage me until he realizes I want him to speak to me again.

"Please...please, fuck me, (Y/n), fuck me so hard!" He pleads, accent heavy now.

"You can do better than that, Hans." I tell him, slapping his ass hard, a frown escaping him.

"Fuck me until I can't walk! Destroy my tight hole with your big cock, so that the only thing I can remember is your name and the feeling of you slamming inside me! I want you so bad, please! Please completely ruin me!" He begs, sounding as if he's crying for me, arching into me as he does so.

"That's more like it." Is all I can say as I thrust the cock into him, bottoming out in one go.

He moans loudly, a groan leaving me as the end of the cock presses into my sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me. Rocking back on me, Hans urges me on, craving more, his cock still weeping from earlier, balls drawn up tightly.

Moving out, I keep the head in for a brief moment before I slam back into him, setting a hard, rough pace, using his body as the harness rubs against me, drawing grunts of pleasure from me even as he makes obscene sounds himself. I grip his hips, using the leverage to my advantage as he grab a at the bedsheets, needing something to hold on to as I pound into him, fucking him roughly. 

As he gets close again, however, I pull out once more, not giving him time to complain  as I roll him over and enter him once more, continuing the hard pace relentlessly, watching the pleasured expression on his face. Precum stains his chest and abdomen, his cock slick with the stuff as it moves in time with my thrusts, the head red and flushed, looking painful. Leaning down, I bite at his chest again, leaving yet more marks as he arches into me, mewling needily from the onslaught of pleasure he's feeling, his brow furrowed in ecstasy as he grasps at me. Once more, I feel him getting closer to his climax, stopping again as he reaches the brink.

Whining, he looks up at me, surprised when I suddenly roll us both over, leaving him on top of me. The surprise swiftly vanishes as the cocks sinks further into him, sliding over his G-spot, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he falls forwards, bracing himself on my chest. Instinctively, he starts to ride the cock, lifting and lowering himself onto it, finding the right angle even as I buck my hips up into him, slamming into his prostate with every thrust, rendering him almost speechless as the pleasure consumes him. 

He takes his cock in hand, fisting himself in time with his movements, twitching in his hand. Smearing his fluids all over himself, he bites his lip and squeezes himself, going faster even as he bucks up and down on the strap faster, drawing sounds of pleasure from me as it starts to knock hard against my clit, bringing me close to orgasm. Pleasure races through me, mirrored in him as his body goes tense, cock already beginning to spurt as he grinds down on me, head thrown back.

"Cum, Hans, cum!" I growl up to him, holding his hips hard as I thrust up into him, moaning as my orgasm erupts within me. 

Through the rush of ecstasy, I watch him cum all over my chest and his hand, his grip tightening as he cries out, falling forwards onto me, made weak by the flood of sensations. He jerks in my arms, sensitive as his cock spills the last of its seed onto us both, his hole fluttering around the hard cock still inside him.

Gently, I push him off, removing the strap from him and myself, returning to bed with him.

"That better?" I murmur to him, pulling him into my arms again.

He nods, humming.

"Much better. Thank you." He says against my chest, holding me close.

"Anytime." I smirk, "Especially if you beg as prettily as that again."