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gutsby · 6 months

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Pregnant Pause

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v (duh). Daddy Daryl + daddy!kink Daryl. Difficulties trying to conceive.

Note: Part 2 to Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk. I fully blame @murdadixon and the Blood Ties series for all the pregnancy-related one shots lately - veryyyy much in my Daddy Daryl era now 🫣💓💘

If trying to get knocked up was an Olympic sport, you would’ve won the gold.

On the merits of your efforts alone you and Daryl probably should’ve had several hundred babies under your belt by now. Thousands. The past six months had been nothing but babymaking, a steady stream of rawdog bedroom rodeos and two-person pushups being your primary form of sustenance. But, try as you might, there wasn’t so much as a whiff of a kid in sight after all this time. You were starting to lose hope.

When, one month, your period didn’t make its usual appearance two days after the time it was meant to, you were over the moon with excitement.

Swinging one leg over Daryl’s sleeping form to straddle him in bed, you leaned down and shook him hard.

“Daryl!” you hissed, pinching him under his shirt.

The man below you grunted, shuffled, and blinked uncertainly up at you before slowly raking his eyes over your body and starting to smirk.

“Climb on, cowgirl,” he purred, already starting to tug your panties down.

Your hands quickly covered his and stalled their movements, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“Not that, not that!” you whispered, “I’m late.”

“Fer what?” Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand.

“My period.”

Daryl’s gaze darted back to yours. A beat as he processed what you meant.

“No shit?”

“Shit.” You were nodding, beaming.

Daryl hauled himself to his feet in a second, taking you with him. Then he slipped you onto the floor and raced you to the door, practically fighting you through the threshold of the bathroom to get to the cupboards first.

Together, you flung cabinet doors open far and wide and went foraging for little blue boxes in somewhat of a frenzy. Daryl was chucking pads and tampons and rolls of toilet paper over his shoulder while you stuck yourself waist-deep in another stuffy wooden space, searching in earnest for that stupid Clearblue logo.

“Got it!” Daryl chirped. You almost smacked your head on the sink coming out so fast.

“Yeah?!”

Daryl thrust a blue-and-white stick in your direction, grinning with pride.

Your eyes narrowed just a little. Your stomach sank.

“Daryl, that’s a thermometer.”

Your boyfriend’s mouth hung slightly ajar in an ‘o’ shape, and you couldn’t even be mad at his attempt.

Trying to hide your dismay, you sighed and told him to keep looking. You crawled back over to the cupboard and felt a gentle coil just then start to take shape in your stomach—whether that might’ve been a real-life baby or another burst of anxious nerves, you couldn’t be sure. You and Daryl continued to comb over the boxes and bottles lined across your shelves.

That was how your day had started. It continued, at present, outside a largely dilapidated Target Superstore, with your hands on your hips and your eyes scanning a sea of the undead that occupied its front entrance. Shit was worse than any Black Friday crowd you’d ever seen.

“You sure you don’t wanna check the Walgreens?” you asked, tightening your grip on the rifle in your hands.

“Place was overrun last time I checked. Got a camp of military types stationed nearby too. Best ta leave ‘em be,” Daryl answered.

You suspected if anyone came across the two of you now they’d be put off just the same—with the AK-47 in your arms and the crossbow/M4 Carbine combo on Daryl’s person, you probably looked every bit as lethal as you’d ever been.

All for an itty bitty pee stick and some snacks.

You sat down on one of the red cement balls to your left and crossed your arms. You watched the herd. If there was just some way to slip in, sight unseen, and sneak past their rotting bodies to get to the Sexual Wellness section, maybe rappel from the ceiling and drop dead on the spot, go in guns blazing or else just—”

“Mask it,” Daryl said, suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow but quickly had your curiosity quelled when Daryl nodded toward a throng of walkers down the way.

There were four or five of them stacked together, crushed between shopping carts and pinned, interminably, in place as they stood, hissed, and clawed in your general direction.

Daryl had a hatchet in hand in a second. You watched, enthralled, as he made lightning quick work of the walkers, hacking off their arms, dismantling their jaws, and slinging rope around their bodies like they were little more than a miniature herd of cattle. He came back smiling, probably thinking to himself how proud Michonne would be if she could see him now.

“Here,” he hummed. He passed over the rope attached to two jawless walkers like they were pets on a leash.

You accepted it and joined him as he walked, eyeing your newly-tripled group with a curious look.

“Should we—” you started.

“Not naming them,” Daryl said before you could finish.

The six of you trudged along a path of broken glass and steered toward one of the semi-shattered doors. Your stomach started to twist when the sounds of the groaning walkers within reached your ears.

“’S’okay. Nothin’s gonna hurt us with these ugly fucks around,” Daryl murmured to you, glancing back at the doe-eyed, mutilated geeks at your rear.

You nodded silently and followed his lead. The pair of you were practically halfway through the entrance now, making your way past piles of debris and gradually drawing closer to the hissing mob inside. You eyed the looming horde, chewed the inside of your cheek, and yanked your brand new friends a little closer.

And, like magic, the herd hardly stirred when you approached the perimeter. A few parted ways enough to give you entry and, when you’d stepped inside, proceeded to close right back around as if you were one of their own. Not a single snarling mouth or clouded eye turned your way as you and Daryl shuffled ahead, mimicking their moans and hisses and occasionally trading looks as if to say, ‘No fucking way this is working.’

You carried on. Followed by sight where streams of light went pouring in through the caved-in ceiling. Even looked to a couple worn and faded aisle numbers and quickly learned you were much closer than you thought.

You slowed your pace.

“Condoms, 2:00,” you whispered, trying to direct Daryl’s attention to the right.

The pregnancy tests were always stationed somewhere near the condoms—like a warning, you thought. You never could’ve imagined you’d be so happy to see that silent admonition in your life, now, as you and Daryl sidled over to the scattered rows of sexual wellness products and took a closer look.

Daryl reached down, seized a box, and held it up to you.

“Nope. Ovulation test,” you shook your head.

Another.

“Pantyliners.”

“Goddamn, how many pussy products do y’all need?” Daryl groaned, stepping aside to let you check the shelves yourself.

You found a pregnancy test in four seconds flat. You chucked the box his way and grabbed half a dozen more.

Internally, you would’ve loved to celebrate this momentous occasion, but rationally, you knew there were several hundred flesh-eating horrors just waiting for you to fuck up and serve yourselves on a platter a stone’s throw away. Moreover, you were ill at ease—almost fearful—of the result you might get from the tests. After six months of setbacks and cyclic, habitual frustration, you almost didn’t want to know one way or another. You weren’t fit to face another disappointment.

When your gaze flitted to Daryl’s, you saw his expression had softened. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and cradled your head to his chest.

“Don’t matter what the test says,” he murmured into your hair, stroking it softly, “’m gonna put a damn baby in ya if it’s the last thing I do.”

You surprised yourself by bursting into laughter, not tears, on his front, trying to stifle the sounds in his shirt as he hugged you tighter. You squeezed him back, held him close, and almost forgot your four drooling companions and the many more still prowling about the store. You turned your head up to Daryl.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too.”

Daryl leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

He probably meant it to be a peck, nothing more than a second or two, but when you pulled him in and really kissed him back, he didn’t mind at all.

He walked you back into a shelf, pushed your body as careful as he could so as not to disturb any items behind you. You brought a hand to his hair and threaded it tight through your fingers, prompting the smallest of groans between you. Daryl stepped a little closer.

The second your tongue breached the seal of his lips, you felt a hand slide down to your backside and nudge you up a little, so you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your tongues delved deeper, hands roamed further, and moans took on a volume that likely wasn’t safe at all for your current surroundings. Your four gummy-mouthed comrades stood as silent and still as ever.

“Wanna— have another go for good measure?” you muttered against Daryl’s lips. Hips grinding with his against all your better judgment.

“Couldn’t...hurt,” Daryl groaned in return.

Undoubtedly, it could do more than just hurt you—if those walkers sniffed you out, they’d kill you—but, as it was, neither of your hormone-charged bodies had the presence of mind to say any differently. You and Daryl shed clothes quicker than either of you could comprehend and, within a minute, were back on each other with another flurry of quick, frantic kisses.

Daryl gripped your bare hips, pinned them to the shelf, and almost cursed in your mouth when the whole damn thing threatened to give way.

In a blink, he’d grabbed the metal behind you and was slowly, desperately trying to yank it back while you cast a look around you.

Nothing roaming nearby. At least as far as you could see.

You shifted as though you were going to slide out of Daryl’s arms, but he just drew you closer. Once he’d righted the shelf, he secured his arm underneath you and grinned.

“Wanna take this someplace a little more private?”

You nodded and motioned toward the big ‘Rx’ sign at the end of the aisle. Daryl followed your gaze.

The pharmacy counter would have to do.

You were propped up against the cool surface in no time at all—right after Daryl had tied the walkers to a nearby pole—and suddenly you felt warmth all around. In spite of your nearly stark naked stature, you were enveloped by Daryl’s body, pressed flush against the counter and feeling his touch run every which way he pleased. He kissed, licked, and sucked every supple inch of your skin and acted like it was the first time he’d tasted you in ages. Like it wasn’t last night, and the morning before that, and every day preceding that he’d gotten his fill.

Daryl watched with eyes that drank you in like a novelty, and somewhere deep within you both, you knew you needed this now.

You hardly had a moment’s time to think before Daryl was thrusting inside you. Laying you flat on your back and fucking you hard against the counter with your legs draped over either one of his shoulders.

Daryl fought back a moan when your walls first welcomed him, slow at first, but maddening all the same. You felt a hand drift to your neck and seize it at the base, saw Daryl lean in a little and say, through gritted teeth,

“Tha’s my good girl— take daddy’s cock.”

You whimpered in response, feeling him rut his hips even harder. Daryl squeezed your throat as he did, and, seeing how much you loved it, held it there as long as you could take it before you came gasping for air.

He’d fill you to the hilt, pull out, and do it all again, quietly moaning your name as he pumped in and out.

“Fuck, Daryl, I— fuck,” you tried, and failed, to speak a coherent sentence as the archer picked up speed.

“Wha’s’at, honey? Ya say sumn’?” Daryl pried, pretending like he wasn’t already sending you straight to the brink of orgasm with the force of each stroke.

You hummed in an effort to conceal your moan but ended up letting loose an even louder sound, punctuated by something of a shriek when Daryl delivered a particularly hard blow. You clamped a hand over your mouth and watched Daryl shoot a look over his shoulder. Then he turned back, smirking.

“Didn’t quite catch tha’, honey,” he managed between ragged thrusts, “Wanna moan a little louder so the whole fuckin’ store can hear?”

You shot him a look as if to say, ‘Get fucked’—then pulled him even deeper with your fingers wrapped fast around his forearms. Daryl hardly seemed fazed, simply dropping a hand between your legs and offering another shit-eating grin when your body jolted under his touch.

“Feel good, baby?” he hummed.

You nodded and whimpered. Couldn’t help but clench when he leaned forward and angled your legs higher. Daryl let out a throaty moan.

“Gonna cum f’me?”

Before you could answer, he lowered himself even closer, ‘til your legs were all the way up by your ears and your body was chock-full of pleasure, all but brimming with tears. You tried to nod, found that you could scarcely move, and felt Daryl cup your face in his hand as he continued to fuck you, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip,

“Cum fer daddy, then. Cum all over this cock.”

Daryl knew he didn’t need to tell you twice. In a matter of seconds he felt you come undone beneath him, hands gripping him tight and walls clenching even harder. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, tried to quiet your moans, but found himself chasing that high not too long after. He spilled his seed inside you and watched your face contort with pleasure—not from your climax alone, but that pure, primal feel of his warmth spreading out deep within you.

The two of you parted, panted, and grinned in each other’s faces like that wasn’t the single dumbest, and most dangerous, fuck you’d had in your entire lives.

You didn’t need to exchange a word; you knew you shared identical thoughts. Daryl squeezed your thigh.

Twenty minutes later, with your walker quartet in tow, you paced a nervous path back and forth before your car in the parking lot. On the hood sat half a dozen, urine-soaked pregnancy tests with the screens facing down. You stopped and turned to Daryl, eyes locking on his.

“Ready?”

“Flip ‘em.”

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muchosbesitos · 9 months

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friends with benefits part 2

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

warnings: a bit of miguel being a stalker, angst (?), oral (f receiving), missionary, mating press, cowgirl, overall smut

author’s note: oh em gee, thank you for all the support on part one <33. i hope you enjoy this part and sorry for getting carried away LOL

word count: 3073 🫣 part one here

It had been two months since Miguel had ended the arrangement with you and had regretted the decision ever since the words came out of his mouth that he didn't want to see you again. Truth was, he missed the way your scent lingered on his bedsheets for a couple days after you came over or the way your eyes lit up when he engaged in a bit of conversation with you before he fucked the shit out of you. But he couldn't bring himself to come to terms with it, much less admit it to you. Regardless, he still found a way back to you, creeping up on the rooftop opposite of your apartment building and just watching you. He knew it wasn't right to feel possessive over you, but he would rather have you be crying over him than smile at someone else.

However, what Miguel didn't know, is that you were faking your excitement with your friend, trying to motivate yourself into going out again and dating. Your friend had been there when you arrived at her place two months at four in the morning, babbling and crying about how Miguel ended things with you, constantly reminding you that you were a bad bitch and that you deserved better than only being wanted after midnight. You were mostly doing this to make yourself feel better, growing tired of being melancholy all the time, rather than actually having interest in the guy you were going out with. You knew it was wrong to use someone else to heal the pain someone else left, but meaningless sex and dates was the only thing that could help soothe the ache you felt from Miguel's absence.

Miguel locked himself in his office in HQ, throwing computer monitors and slamming them against walls in frustration. He eventually calmed down a couple minutes afterwards, deciding to pull up his file with Gabriella up as he stared at the pictures, the laughter from his 'daughter' filling up his ears. he couldn't help but think about you, what it would've like to introduce you to Gabriella. He knew you two would've gotten along, both of you reminded him of a ray of sunshine on a snowy, cold day, providing him the warmth and light that he needed in his life. It was with those thoughts that he sat down at one of his office chairs, grabbing a bottle of Don Julio that he kept around the office for when he wanted to mourn in his sorrows. He played "Nadie es Eterno" by Dario Gomez, warm tears rolling down his cheeks as he drank the tequila straight from the bottle.

Jessica Drew walked into the office, her eyes slightly narrowed as she looked around for Miguel. She saw the tall man slouched on his desk, mouth slightly parted as he snored and gripped a half empty bottle of tequila in his hand, gently tapping on his shoulder. Miguel stirred awake, letting go of the bottle of tequila as he rubbed his eyes, getting adjusted to the light in the room. "I brought you an empanada," she said, placing the plastic box on his desk as she sits down on the office chair next to him. "If you're here to psychoanalyze me, I don't want to hear it," Miguel muttered, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and from the crying. "I just want to know why you're drinking on the job again, Miguel," Jessica replied, keeping her voice light and gentle when speaking to him as she placed her arm on his shoulder. Miguel debated on telling her everything that had happened with you, deciding that he should so he could get some insight on what to do from here.

"So, you stopped the sleeping arrangement you had with her because you started developing feelings?" Jessica asked, basically summarizing what he had said as he nodded, placing his head in his hand, realizing how stupid it sounded when she said it like that. "You're one of the smartest people I know, but even you have to realize how stupid that sounds, Miguel," she said, mirroring what he was now repeating in his brain. "Look, I get that losing Gabriella traumatized you, and it's hard dealing with that type of loss, but it's also not an excuse to close yourself off on love. Think of all that you're missing, and yes, some people don't last very long but sometimes their presence in your life is worth it," she added, rubbing his shoulder and grabbing the tequila before walking away. Miguel let out a small sigh as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that Jessica was right.

A few days had passed by, and it was finally time for you to go on a date with the coffee shop guy. You let out a small sigh as you looked out the window, letting your mind drift off before you had to go get ready. You changed from your normal moping sweatpants into a pretty pink sundress and white flats, already starting to feel a bit better. You sat at your vanity, starting to do your makeup when you heard a knock on your front door. You knew your date wouldn't be due for a couple more hours, so you were confused as to who was at your door right now. You opened the door, surprised by the man who was standing in front of you.

Miguel looked at you as you opened the door, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, your favorite, to be specific. You were about to close the door, your eyes starting to sting from the tears you were holding back when Miguel placed his foot on the door. "Look, you don't have to forgive me but at least just hear me out, please," he spoke up after a couple seconds of silence, the desperation in his voice evident. You decided to open the door, at least for the sake of closure, and stepped back to let him inside. You sat down on the couch opposite from him, facing him with your arms folded as you waited for him to speak.

He looked over at you, taking in how painstakingly gorgeous you looked for someone else, before clearing his throat. "So, I was an asshole," he started, watching as you nodded your head in agreement. "I regret the fact that I made you cry. Look the truth is, I ended the arrangement between the two of us because I was starting to fall in love with you, found myself wanting more time with you than just having you in my bed, and that scared the shit out of me. I pushed you away because I was afraid of losing you like I lost Gabriella," he added in after, letting his head drop as he waited for you to say something, say anything. "I understand that it's hard to love again after that, but you threw me away like I was a used toy you got tired of playing with. Just give me some time to think about all this and I'll get back to you," you promised, watching as he got up, wrapping his arms around you and leaving the flowers on the coffee table before he left.

Despite the fact that Miguel had come over to your place and you were ready to forgive him on the spot, you still decided to go out with the guy at the coffee shop. You wanted to prove something to yourself, that you were fine without Miguel. But the truth was you really weren't. You kept comparing this guy to Miguel: how much smaller he was in comparison, the way he talked, and even the way he dressed. You gave yourself a chance to pretend to be interested in what this guy was saying, but while he was going on about business mergers and stocks, you found yourself daydreaming about being with Miguel once more.

"Thank you for the coffee, this was a lovely date but I think we would be better off as friends," you offered with a polite smile, extending your hand out to Lucas, the guy you were going out with. "I would like that, thanks for joining me for this," he said, returning the smile and shaking your hand. You left the coffee shop a while later, taking the scenic view home as you walked down the street of Nueva York, seeing the small snowflakes start to fall. You glanced over at Central Park, seeing couple after couple snuggled up together and talking, some throwing snowballs at each other, and found yourself wanting that with Miguel.

Which is how you found yourself knocking on Miguel's door a couple hours later, shivering from the cold despite your winter coat. You looked up at Miguel when he opened the door, the exhaustion evident on his features but he still offered you a small smile, stepping back to let you in. He took off his glasses and sat down next to you on the couch, folding his arms on his lap. "I don't want to be the person you call after midnight anymore; I want to mean something more to you than just a quick fuck," you spoke up after a couple seconds later, looking up at him as you took in his expression. "I didn't go to your house to convince you to be a quick fuck. I went because I'm so in love with you that it hurts, it hurts not having you next to me and it hurts not being able to call you," he replied, holding your hands in his as he put his heart on the line. "Show me how much you love me," you whispered, leaning into him as you kissed his cheek.

He took you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed your collarbone, nipping on the skin before setting you down on the bed. He hovered above you, his lips wrapped around yours as he kissed you passionately. He nipped down on your bottom lip, reveling in the small moan you let out and slipping his tongue in your mouth. He took his time, exploring your mouth as if it was the first time while his hands entangled in your hair. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer to him as he pulled away, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. He nibbled gently at some of the spots below your shirt, marking you as his. He nipped at your skin, licked, and kissed before he pulled away, taking off your shirt and jacket.

He let out a small groan as he saw the white bra you were wearing, the color practically tempting him closer. He leaned in, his mouth closing around where your areola was and started sucking on your nipples through the bra. He pulled away a couple seconds later, working on taking your bra as quick as he could. "Need to taste you," he muttered before his mouth attached to one of your breasts, licking around the nipple as his hand massaged the other one. Your hand intertwined in his hair, gently tugging on the strands as your breathing started to grow heavier. He pulled away, gently biting on your breasts, not wanting to leave a spot that wasn't marked by him.

He pulled your pants off, tossing them to the side as he kissed down your stomach, gently nipping on the skin before reaching your thighs. He adjusted himself in between your legs, his eyes looking directly at you as he kissed your inner thighs. He gently nipped on the skin there, before his eyes went down to the wet spot on your panties, his mouth following suit. He licked through your panties, letting out a groan as your hands gently tugged on his hair. He wanted to take his time, show you how much he appreciated the opportunity you were giving him, but he quickly left that once you started grinding on his face, needing more than he was giving you. He pulled off your panties, putting them in his pocket before his mouth attached itself to your pussy.

He licked on your folds, his hands wrapped on your thighs before his tongue plunged inside you. He looked up at you as he continued to eat you out like a starved man, his spit mixing with your juices. He let out a small hum as your hands tangled in his hair again, his mouth attaching to your clit and his pointer finger plunging deep inside of you. You arched your back as he began moving his finger, his finger curling to hit that spot inside of you. He put another finger in, plunging inside of you as he felt your walls clench around your fingers. "Thaaat's it," he murmured, looking up at you as you started to rock your hips on his fingers. Your walls clenched tightly around him, babbling nonsense about your impending orgasm while your back arched as his tongue circled on your clit. You let out a moan as your hands wrapped in his hair, coming all around his fingers. He licked your release off his fingers, letting out a small moan as he got up, taking off his shirt.

You were about to get down on your knees to return the favor, but he stopped you, placing you back on the bed. "Maybe later, querida. This is all for you," he murmured, his head resting on your neck as he kissed your pulse point. He slid off his pants, laying you down on the bed as he grabbed a condom from the bedstand. He gave himself a tentative pump, sliding the condom in before slipping inside of you, letting out a small groan as your walls clenched tightly around him, trying to accommodate to his size. He leaned his head down, giving you small kisses as he pushed deeper inside of you, letting you get used to it once more. "No sabes cuánto te amo," he whispered, starting to thrust his hips once your walls opened up around him. He started off slow, a vast difference than your past experiences, given the fact that there was no rush of him trying to get you out of his bed. (darling/you don't know how much i love you)

He sped up a few minutes later, his hips snapping against yours as he sought out to make you cum. You moved your hands to his back, leaving scratches in your wake as he continued to thrust at an inhuman pace inside of you. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach building up, your toes curling as his cock continued to hit your g spot. The knot unraveled as his hand went down to your clit while his thumb rubbed small circles on it, your orgasm making a creamy white ring around his cock.

He put your knees up to your chest, starting to thrust inside of you once more, the angle allowing him to plunge deeper inside of you. His hips snapped against yours, a small smirk on his face as he watched your dazed eyes and your lips parted in a 'o' shape, babbling small broken whispers of his name. He had one hand on your hip to ease him in, moving faster against you while his other hand was on your clit, rubbing small circles on it. He let out a small moan as he felt your walls clenching tightly around his cock, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix from this angle. "Come for me, princesita," he whispered as he saw your hands tugging on the bedsheets, your face contorted in pure pleasure. Your toes curled as you reached your peak, coating his cock with your release once more. (princess)

You took a moment to get yourself back together before getting on top of him, slowly pumping his cock underneath. You positioned yourself above him, slowly starting to slide into his cock, both of you letting out a small moan as you bottomed out. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them as he helped you move on his length. Your walls clenched tightly around him as you moved your hips against his, undulating them. You felt his cock move against your g spot once more as your legs starting to shake as you slid down his shaft, his hands now massaging your breasts. You started to slow down, feeling a soreness in your legs when Miguel grabbed your hips, his hips snapping off the bed as he started to thrust into you. You reached down, your hands on his chest as you moved easier on his cock, letting out moans from the pleasure you were receiving. You started rubbing on your clit, feeling yourself grow closer and closer to your climax as Miguel continued to move deep inside of you. You let out a loud moan as you came, your walls clenching around Miguel tightly. “Mierda,” he hissed, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm, his breath heavy. He released his cum onto the condom with a loud moan of your name, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You took a couple seconds to regain your composure, getting off from him as he stood up, going to dispose of the condom.

You were about to leave, something out of habit mostly, getting your clothes from the floor as you began getting dressed. You stopped in your tracks when Miguel grabbed your arm, turning you around to look at him as he cleared his throat.

"Stay the night, chiquitita."

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kvtie444 · 5 months

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A/N: I luv this song smmm

Summary: after chris leaves reader for LA and blowing up, unspoken words are brought up again,

Warnings: ANGST, drug and alcohol use, swearing, nsfw??

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Love. Everyone thinks love is so beautiful, but it's not. It's parasitic and inconvenient. I don't trust love. I don't like what it does to people. I don't like what it does to me.

Chris was back in Boston, and now that he was a big deal, every girl seemed to be throwing themselves at him. Before he left for LA, we had a thing - we literally took each other's virginities, and it meant a lot to me. He meant a lot to me. Then he blew up, moved away, and I watched it all happen from home.

He'd text me here and there, but it usually ended up being sexual. Of course, he was hooking up with new people - it was easy for him, being good looking and having a ton of followers. I watched him from a distance in the party, joint in hand, red solo cup in the other, chain visible, and some overpriced outfit on. I watched him as he was all over a girl, leaning down to her ear, her arms running up his body. It pissed me off.

"Are you good?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Kai, some guy I was talking to. He was nice, but boring. As bad as I feel to admit it, there was nothing interesting about him. I smile up at him, "Yeah, just need a drink." He smirks at me and grabs a bottle of Bacardi, taking a hefty swig. I look around the room, and my lips part slightly slack as I see Chris's eyes darting into me, his little fling whispering into his ear, her back facing me. I gulp and look back over at Kai.

"Pour me some straight in my mouth," I demand, smirking up at him. His eyes go wide for a second, but soon enough, he licks his lips at me as he cups my jaw. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue slightly, and he pours around half a shot in. I grab his wrist, pouring more in. "Shit," he chuckles as we pull away. I swallow, gagging slightly. I look over and see Chris still staring at me; his eyes now seem a lot darker. I sigh and look up at Kai, whispering in his ear as I hold onto his bicep, trying to look as seductive as possible to make Chris jealous. You think he could just come back home and not say a word to me? No fucking way. "I'll be back in a sec," I say, moving my hand down his bicep. I get off my tiptoes and walk away, looking back and smiling.

I walk to a bathroom and shut the door. I walk over to the sink and sigh, looking at my reflection. I wanted to leave; seeing Chris was too much.

My attention is brought back to the door slamming open, green led light peaking through, and music becoming audible again before being muffled behind the shut door. It was Chris. I sigh and look back at the sink. "I was just leaving," I mumble before turning around, until Chris's arms cage me in between the sink.

"The fuck is your problem?" he scolds me. My brows furrow, "My problem?" I begin, but I'm quickly cut off. "I mean Kai? I'm gone for 2 months, and now you're fucking Kai?" he yells at me, leaning down closer to my face. "It wasn't just 2 months, Chris; it was the whole summer. Don't suddenly act like you care about me; you never cared. You didn't even bother checking up on me because you were preoccupied sticking your dick in other girls' mouths," I shout in his face. He scoffs, "It's not like we were together, Y/N," he replies, throwing his hands up.

I breathe out a laugh in shock and anger. "I can't fucking believe you; you're a dick," I say, barging past his shoulder and stepping away. He's quick to grab my arm and spin me back around; my mind is telling me to slap the shit out of him and go, but my heart is telling me to stay. I can't resist those blue eyes and his pretty pink lips. "I'm sorry, baby," he mumbles. Baby? Are you kidding? "You know you'll always be my girl," he says, looking down at me, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. He leans in to kiss my neck, "You know how good I can make you feel. How good I can treat you," he mumbles against my skin, nipping at it.

I gasp and run my hand through his hair. Despite my intentions, he always had this effect on me – I would just fold, and I hated myself for it.

"It's shitty to see Chris. You can fuck around with other people, but I can't?" I sigh against him. He looks up at me, his hair slightly messy from my hand. "You ghosted me," I continue. He sighs, "Let me make it up to you, baby," he pleads, leaning in to capture my lips. As expected, I give in and kiss him back, his lips tasting like Hennessy and weed. "My pretty girl," he mumbles against my lips as his hands move down to my ass, and mine reach up to his jaw. What am I doing? I'm just going to be another one of his fangirls. I push him back. "No," I mumble. "What's wrong, baby?" he asks.

"This, Chris, you ruined it," I reply, feeling my eyes tear up. I feel like shit. "What, so you didn't want me to move, didn't want what was best for me?" he scolds, stepping closer and leaning down at me again. "No, that's not what I-" "You deleted all those photos of us from your Instagram, acting like what we had didn't exist," he motions his hand between us.

"You're a fucking dick, somehow playing the victim. I, for whatever fucking reason, stayed loyal to you when you were gone, didn't even kiss another boy. I'm such an idiot," I scoff, smiling at how ridiculous this situation is. "Whatever, Y/N," he mumbles, breathing out a laugh. I sniffle, attempting to control my emotions, and push past him, leaving the bathroom.

Fuck love.

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closeness and proximity part.6

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: fluff, some angst, ooc simon, virgin! reader, 18+ smut, cunnilingus, piv, praise kink, this a softer smut, degrading terms are still gonna be used but in a praising way because i think after everything that's happened her first time shouldn't be too much, he still gets rough though. size kink, overstimulation!receiving, some masochism!receiving on simon's behalf, some sub!ghost, cursing.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

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The last half a year wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. Turns out she wasn't a sociopath, she had some tendencies sure, but in reality she was just broken from years of unresolved trauma. She had a long way to go, but according to the reports sent to HQ by her therapist, Ms. Maeve Riva, she was making excellent progress.

Price moved out halfway through her leave, and at first she was happy about it, the flat was a lot cleaner, quieter, she had more space for herself and she could decorate it in peace without hearing him grumble about how feminine her decor was.

But she got lonely within a week, and adding on the depression from reliving her worst traumatic experiences, she'd end up calling someone to talk to, which was more often than not, Price. She trusted him enough for that, and she knew he wouldn't tell the team. She wanted them to think she was getting better, and in a lot of ways she was, but some aspects of recovery couldn't be helped.

It was the last day before she was officially off leave and back on call, and she wanted to make it memorable. She sat down in her usual spot in front of Maeve who smiled warmly at her.

"Last day! I brought.." She pulled out two half liter bottles of cherry coke, handing one to her with a cheeky look in her eyes.

"These, to celebrate you! Look how far you've come!" Her therapist gushed emotionally. She chuckled, cracking it open and taking a sip. She sighed at the burn of the carbonation as it slide down to her stomach.

"Thank you Maeve. Couldn't have done it without you and you're weird obsession with tea." Maeve rolled her eyes, snickering as she took a swig from her bottle. Normally she'd do this with alcohol, but knowing her client it was best not to.

"So what's on the agenda for today. Party your heart out, one night stand." She hummed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I was actually gonna call a friend of mine."

"Oooooo one night stand with a friend then. Those are always interesting." She laughed and looked at her incredulously.

"No no no just for some time to reconnect. I'm getting tired of being alone all the time." Maeve nodded, tilting her bottle towards her in agreement.

"Who's this friend of yours? Are they hot?"

"Name's classified, but damn straight he's hot. Shit. I wanted to climb him like a tree when we first met." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Alright then. So have you asked him out yet?" She sighed, leaning back on the couch.

"Nope. Don't even know where he is right about now. Haven't tried to call in the last 6 months either."

"And why is that?" Here the therapy session truly started.

"About 2 weeks before I was put on leave we had an.. altercation. Meaning a knife to my neck and some hurtful words. He apologized, we moved on, but a part of me still feels like what he said was true." She knew what she was referring to, and she leaned forward and put her hand on her knee gently.

"You then and you now are two very different people. Yes your occupation requires more, gruesome methods of getting information out of people, but you feel remorse, you do it out of necessity. You can't keep beating yourself up about it." Y/N nodded, looking down at her phone for a second in contemplation.

"Give him a call. I'll be here with you." Her eyes flickered to Maeve's, only seeing comfort and reassurance. She sighed, her tongue poking at the side of her cheek for a moment before she picked up her phone and looked in her notes. She'd asked Price for Simon's number before he left, and she saved it for when she got the courage to actually contact him. She took a deep breath, hitting the call button and listening to it ring in her ear.

"This is Ghost." Her heart was beating out her chest, the sound of his voice causing her eyes to water involuntarily. Maeve noticed the immediate panic in her eyes and reached over to squeeze her hand, gesturing her to respond. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she could tell by her facial expressions the idea of what was going on.

"Uh-, hey, it's Y/N." All the air left his lungs for a moment, his throat dry as he sat up from his bed. It was his off day, so he back at his flat, watching some old crime movie that he'd seen a while back and took a liking to.

"I just wanted to ask if you um, if you wanted to just ya know, hang out with me later. If you can." She hated how she sounded. Her voice was shaky and she was having a hard time getting the words out. The silence was killer, and it was because he was shocked. 6 months of no contact and suddenly she's asking him to dinner.

"...Yeah. Alright. Time?" Her eyes blew open, Maeve cheering her on as she forced herself to remain calm.

"Does 6:30 work for you? I know you prefer staying in so I can-"

"S'alright I'll come to you. I know where you live anyway."

"Oh alright." It went silent for a bit, and she shrugged at Maeve's curious look.

"...You doing alright then?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. I'll tell you about it when I see. I don't have alcohol so if you plan to drink you'll have to bring your own. Oh, and no masks. Bye." She hung up quickly, taking a deep inhale as she looked at Maeve with wide eyes.

"So you have a date then."

"I guess so. He's coming to me... fuck." She realized she had no idea when he was going to show up.

"We can cut this one short. I got you covered." She thanked her, seeing it was 4 and she needed time to get ready. She rushed home, cleaning up before racing upstairs to change where she was suddenly at a loss. What the hell was she going to wear?

Simon was in no better situation either, staring at his closet that consisted of hoodies, cargo pants, black t-shirts, and mostly work attire. What did a hang out at her place constitute? Nothing formal surely, casual? He decided on a black t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black shoes he had that weren't too worn out.

The idea of no masks surprised him, but he didn't care too much. They'd known each other for years and he'd been meaning to find a reason to show her his face, and seeing her own. Then realization struck him.

Did that mean she's not wearing one either?

He couldn't help the sudden bloom of excitement in his chest and stomach at the thought of it. He sprayed on his cologne and grabbed his keys before heading to his car. He had memorized the way there, having driven by sometimes to catch a quick glimpse at her as a way to check in.

She sighed, looking in the mirror at her final look, fear and overthinking plaguing her mind. She didn't wanna look like a bum in her own house, so she put on a nicer pair of clothes, which was really just an all black, long sleeve two piece. She looked comfortable but put together at the same time, even if she was anything but the latter.

What if she just called him and said something came up? What if he's already driving over here?

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, mentally cursing herself as she sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and scurried downstairs while adjusting her hair. With a deep breath, the door opened and her eyes blew open, and so did his.

Fuckin' hell. I'm not gonna make it through the night. He thought to himself.

Her mask was off, revealing her perfect nose, skin, and god those lips. They were just the right size, shiny with whatever lipgloss she was wearing. She flashed him a smile that took his breath away. Her outfit hugged her curves in sinful ways that made him swallow his drool before it had to chance to run out of his mouth.

He was just as hot, the way his clothes perfectly hugged him figure, showing off the slim of his waist and broad, bulky shoulders. His pants accentuated his muscular thighs, getting just that much tighter around them as he moved in them.

His jaw was chiseled, as if sculpted by the Gods themselves, his scars added depth to his face with plump lips and a look that would make anyone's drawls or panties fall off. She's surprised hers didn't.

"You look great."

"You look beautiful." They said at the same time, their cheeks beginning to burn.

"Thank you Simon. It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too Y/N, oh and I.. I brought these.. for you." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, her eyes lighting up in surprise as she hadn't noticed his arm behind his frame in the first place. They were gorgeous. White roses with stems of lavender to compliment them.

"Awwww thank you. These are beautiful." She smelled them, humming at the aroma.

"Do you mind if I put them in a vase really quick?" He shook his head, watching her shuffle back into the flat as he trailed behind her, shutting the door. He took his time looking around, nodding to himself as he was impressed at how well decorated it was. He left his fairly bare, the walls were gray and he'd only furnished it with the necessities. He watched her walk back into the room, bending down to put the flowers on the coffee table in front of the couches.

He almost groaned at how perfectly those pants hugged her legs, complimenting the shape of her ass as she adjusted the vase to be at the center of the table. Her hair fell off to the side beautifully, her velvet locks entrancing him as this was only the second time he'd seen it naturally. He forced himself to look away as she stood back up, smiling at them before shifting her gaze to him. She noticed that he didn't bring anything other than the flowers.

"Not drinking tonight?" He shook his head, dropping his keys onto the table.

"Alright, do you want anything else? Water, I have some coke."

"Coke's fine." She hummed, quickly grabbing two bottles from her fridge and coming back to see him getting himself comfortable on her couch.

"Here." She passed it to him before taking a seat next to him, crossing her leg over the other as she grabbed the remote to put on a movie.

Fuck, those thighs of hers.

He couldn't help but let his mind drift off for just a moment.

How good they'd look locked around his head as he ate her pretty little cunt out until she was begging for him to stop. How'd they feel against his body as he fucked her through the night. Their smoothness, how'd they be shaking by dawn.

"Simon, you okay?" Her voice dragged him out. She looked at him curiously as he snapped out of it suddenly, embarrassed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She pressed, making him snicker to her surprise.

"I don't think we'd make it to the end of the movie if I told you that." Her jaw dropped for a moment, suddenly not sure how to comprehend his blatant statement as her thighs unconsciously pressed together.

"Don't do that." He commanded roughly, eyes flickering away from her legs and his hand squeezing the bottle in his hand a bit tighter. Suddenly she understood, and she couldn't help the grin stretching across her face making him roll his eyes.

"I know I know, I'm hot. Don't gotta tell me." She teased lightly, chuckling to herself.

"Don't get all cocky on me now. You were the one fantasizing about me while I was in the shower that one time." "Fuck yeah. Told my therapist about it too, she thought I should've shot my shot when I had the chance back then." He looked over to her for a brief moment, watching as she took in the look in his eyes before they flickered back to the screen.

"You could still shoot it." He suggested quietly, his cheeks burning red as he took another swig of his drink. He wished he'd brought the damn whiskey.

"Would I miss?" He huffed a small laugh at her uncertainty.

"You never miss." Her throat went dry, her eyes darting around the room in front of her before her hand reached out to the one he had on his thigh, grasping it in hers before resting it on the meat of hers.

She sighed lightly at the feeling of his hand squeezing her quads, her eyes shutting for a moment as she let her head fall back.

"Call it a miracle if we get to the credits Riley." He chuckled, his thumb stroking her clothed skin gently. They watched the movie in tense silence, their breathing a bit ragged in an attempt to not jump on each other.

"So, how's the team been?" She began, watching him shift in his spot.

"S'been good. Soap's still a shithead but what's new with that." He listened to her chuckle, missing the melody of it.

"Not surprising."

"How's therapy been? Honestly." He was looking for a genuine answer, turning his head and seeing her bite her inner cheek for a moment.

"It's been rough at times, but I guess I should've been expecting that." She avoided Simon's gaze for a bit while, feeling a bit odd talking about it. When she looked back up, she noticed his look focused on her neck.

Her hand reached up, feeling the unevenness in the area from the scar that was left after he pressed his knife against her neck.

"It's okay, forgot it was even there." She brushed off.

"No it's not." Every part of him regretted that, he never forgave himself.

"It was justified. I threatened you before that too. You were just scared, rightfully so." She had reached over to the other side of him, grasped his clenched fist and gently poking her fingers through the break it apart.

"Si, honey. Look at me." His eyes flickered to hers, his chest tightening at the tenderness looking back at him as she squeezed his hand. She was so close, he could smell her lovely perfume, one that made his head spin.

"I forgive you. Okay?" He hesitated, his hand slowly relaxing as hers slipped in, intertwining their fingers for a moment before she sat back. She noticed the dazed look on his face, his mouth slightly opened as his eyes flickered all over her body, from her face, to her waist, to her legs, and back up.

"So how long have you had a crush on me for."

"Oh fuckin' hell."

"What it's a fair question! I'll answer if you answer."

"I'm not answering that."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a bloody stupid question that's why."

"No it's not! If we're gonna fuck then I should at least get to know how long you've been waiting." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his eyebrow and listening to her laugh.

"Well, hopefully not JUST fuck, but I'll take what I can get." She added on quietly, picking at her nails with a small smile on her lips.

"Since a few months after we met." He answered suddenly, looking back up at her. His stare was intense, as it always was, his amber eyes boring into hers.

"Yeah. About the same for me. I didn't understand it for a while until I went through therapy, a bit before that but I wasn't completely sure until I talked it out." He nodded.

"Thank you, by the way." She spoke up, her leg beginning to bob nervously.

"For?"

"Everything. Trying to help me when I didn't want it, coming back for me, fighting HQ for me. All that stuff."

"Of course I came back for you." She placed down her bottle with a shrug.

"I didn't think you would."

Sick, selfish bastard. I don't want something like that on my team.

Those words had stuck with her, and he could tell.

"Oh um, speaking of. We did this thing in therapy where I had to write a letter to the person I think I hurt the most and you were one of them. I was gonna mail it but I never found the courage. Can I just give it to you now?" His eyes widened for a moment, placing down his coke on the floor next to him and giving her a curt nod. She rushed upstairs, opening her drawer and taking out the singular letter she had kept, the rest already having been shipped out.

She stared at it for a moment. Was she ready to hand this to him? For him to read her thoughts and emotions during one of the most vulnerable times of her life? She could say she lost it, accidentally shipped it to the wrong address by mistake. She could've just wrote "sorry for being a prick my bad" and moved on, but she made it personal, emotional, she was pretty sure that there was a stain on it from a tear that had fallen as she wrote.

"Get lost?" Simon called out, noticing how long she'd been gone. She took a deep breath before going back down, staring down at it as she took a seat next to him. He could see her hesitance to hand it to him, her fingers tightly glued to the sides.

"Read it to me then." He offered, shifting his body to face her.

"I'm not sure if that'll be any better."

"I disagree. Go on. Take your time." She felt small in that moment, his intense gaze causing her hands to shake as her finger glided over the indents of his name written on the front. She turned it over, gently slipping her finger underneath the seal of the envelope and opening it, pulling out the letter.

"I tried to keep it short." She spoke, her heart pounding and her voice wavering. He nodded, though she likely didn't see it with how trained her eyes were on the letter. With a deep breath, she started, her voice being the only sound in the room as Simon paused the movie.

"Dear Simon, I dreaded writing your letter because of how personal it would be, but I managed to force myself to pick up my pen and put ink on the page. This letter has no goal, and my therapist told me it was supposed to make me feel better, but that isn't the case for this one."

She stopped for a moment, feeling her throat close up and tighten.

"Take your time lovie." He crooned softly, watching as her eyes darted around the page. She could do this, she thought to herself, clearing her throat and beginning again.

"We've known each other for a few years now, and at first I thought we'd be great friends. We were alike in some ways and even if some our conversations were painfully awkward, I looked forward to them. I was excited when I found out that I was being moved to team 141 because I'd see you again. I used to stay up sometimes and think about some bullshit future with you, where we'd live somewhere quiet together, getting old with a cat and a small garden in the back or whatever else I imagined. But then I actually got there."

She could feel the tears burning in her eyes. Simon didn't speak, instead he just continued to stare at her with a soft gaze, watching the emotions flicker in her eyes, like the candlelight he had seen all that time ago.

"I was confused. I didn't understand why I imagined these fantasies about us or why I wanted to be around you in the first place. I couldn't handle all of it at the time. I had done horrible things in front of you, tortured people in ways that now I can't stomach thinking about. There is no amount of money or apologies I can give to take my actions back, to bring those people back to life and figure out another way. And I did it because I'd seen it done before. I've watched the strongest of people break in Verdansk, and I replicated it because I knew it would work, and that's what matters right? That i got the job done."

Her voice had cracked, the tears that had once blurred her vision now streaming down her cheeks.

"I know that none of this is an excuse, and I won't ask for your forgiveness because I know that I don't deserve it. But I need you to know that I'm sorry, for hurting you, for scaring you, for failing you. Your face in that room is what I see when I close my eyes at night, consistently reliving it every chance of sleep that I get. You tried to save me and I didn't let you, and I'll always regret that. You words stuck with me, and I promise that I will spend the rest of my life trying to make amends with myself and everyone else I've hurt. If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading, and for what it's worth, if anything, I'm truly sorry for what I've done to you.

Yours wholeheartedly,

-Y/N L/N."

He watched as she covered her face with the paper to try and hide her sobs, even though her body shook and convulsed lightly as she cried. His body moved before his mind did, getting up silently. She thought he was leaving, and she was okay with that.

"Hey, look at me." He cooed softly, gently taking the paper from her tight grip and placing it on the table behind him. Her eyes flickered to his, her cheeks red and puffy in his hands as he cupped her cheeks.

"I forgive you, Y/N." His voice was calm, even. She shook her head, her hands coming up to her face to hide her tears, only for him to pull her arms away and intertwine their fingers.

"What I said was fucked up. It's not true. You're not sick, you're not selfish. Do you hear me?" The resolve in his eyes only made her feel worse. She wanted him to hate her, to scream in her face and rip up her letter, but here he was. On his knees in front of her and holding her hands, doing the opposite.

"You're all I want, and you're all I'll need. I know that now, always have." He could still see the hesitance and disbelief in her wide range of emotions, so he did what he's been wanting to do for so long. His hands went back to her face, and with a gentle tug their lips met. It was almost too overwhelming, the sensations that flooded her senses soon overpowered her. She kissed back with the same fiery passion, sighing into his mouth as his hands dropped to her waist.

He rose, pushing her frame back into the couch, hovering over her. She was engulfed by him, he kissed her like it would be his last, pouring every ounce of his soul into hers, and she drank it gladly. She engraved the feeling of his soft lips on hers into her mind, feeling the roughness of his palms gliding under her top to feel her skin against his.

"Let me show you how much I need you lovie." He muttered against her lips, his eyes dark with lust, love, and desire.

"Let me take care of you."

Her throat when dry at his words as they sent shockwaves through her body, her thighs pressing together once more as heat gathered in the place she now needed him the most. With a single nod she was picked up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his middle as he began heading up the stairs to her room.

"Where." He followed her point to the right, pushing the door open with his hand and shutting it with his leg. His lips met hers again, moaning at the feeling of her hands combing through his hair. He tossed her onto the bed with a small umph, and she suddenly regretted wearing pants.

~ Oh we're switching to 2nd POV for this yall. Buckle up! Or should I say saddle up ;)))) ~

He settled himself between your legs, his hands squeezing the flesh of your plump ass as his lips hit yours, this time rougher and more needy.

"You ever done this before lovie?" He mumbled against your lips. Your breath hitched, your body tensing underneath his as you look away, embarrassed by your unspoken answer. He on the other hand, he loved it. His length grew impossibly harder at the idea of him being your first and your last.

He'd be damned to let you go again. You were it for him, it ended here, just you and him.

"Hey hey, look at me." Your eyes flickered to his, only to find fondness and excitement in his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"It's alright love. I'm more than happy to be your first." He could feel you relax, his lips grazing over yours as he moved to your ear.

"I'll do it right yeah? I'll take my time with you, give it to you real nice and ruin you. You want that sweet thing? You want me to ruin you?" He could hear your uneven, shaky breaths as your legs pressed together, trying to relieve some of the pressure of your arousal. He groaned at the sight, of your small body under his and aching to be touched by his big, rough hands.

"Please Si." You whimpered, your eyes shiny with lust and need. He used his knee to push your legs open, his hand traveling down your body and cupping your hot sex. Your skin burned at him feeling how wet you were, the moisture pushing through your panties and just nearly to your pants.

"I know lovie. I got you, always have right?" You nodded vigorously, buckling your hips into his hand desperately for some friction. He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips before they traveled to your neck. You felt his tongue travel over your scar in a silent apology, one of likely many as his hand cupped your breast under your shirt. He loved how perfectly they fit in his hands, how soft and supple they were.

"How about we take some of these things off." His suggestion was more of an order, and you worked quick, pulling off your top and unclipping your bra as his knees sat on either side of your hips, watching with a raging hard on and sultry eyes.

"You're fucking beautiful love, so perfect for me." You felt vulnerable under his intense gaze, gripping the sheets to stop yourself from covering your chest. His head came down, swirling his tongue around your nipple as he teased and pinched the other one. Your breathy, soft moans were music to his ears, and they only grew louder as you felt him grind his clothed length against your core. He kissed and sucked, leaving marks all over chest to claim you as his.

"Simon" You whined, grabbing at his shirt, watching it ride a bit to showcase his lower back. With a smirk he lifted himself up for a moment, slowly peeling off his shirt as if he were giving you a show before tossing it somewhere in the room. Your hands began to roam, and he watched as you became entranced by him, your fingers delicately tracing his scars and running over his muscles.

You shivered, feeling his finger gliding underneath the waistband of your pants. You watched as he got off of you, sinking down to his knees as he began to slide them and your panties off of your legs. With a grip of your thighs he yanked you closer, amused by your small yelp as he examined your wet cunt.

Were you okay down there? Your thoughts began to race as he sat in silence.

"You... are a fucking goddess." His words caused you to gasp lightly, his hands pushing at your now arched legs to open them wider for him. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of him kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, leaving more marks he'd probably reencounter soon.

He was addicted to you already, fuck knows how many times he'll be in your room on base, doing just this.

He gripped your hips, cementing you in place before he licked a strip from your hole to your clit, listening to you moan as your head fell back against the bed.

"Eyes on me lovie. Want you to watch me eat this delicious fucking pussy." Once your eyes met his, he began eating you out like a starved man who had been deprived of a good meal for months. Your hands landed on his head in shock by his vigor and need as you moaned his name. He hummed, the vibrations adding to the hot pleasure that was coursing through your body as his tongue swirled around your clit.

"Fuck this is the best pussy I've ever had." He growled, his tongue entering your hole as he fucked you expertly. He forced himself to not thrust his hips into the bed for some relief, focusing all of his efforts into this moment. You moaned his name as you approached your orgasm, his eyes shooting up to look at you as he almost came from the way you said it. You felt his fingers replace his tongue, grinning at you as two slipped into easily.

"Gotta get this pretty cunt ready for me lovie." When his mouth attached to your clit and his fingers moved inside you, you saw stars, your hand gripped his free one that pressed flat of your lower stomach.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers." He instructed. He felt you clench down on his fingers, your head thrown back in ecstasy as your orgasm rocked you. He continued his motions until your whined, pushing at his head to get him off for a moment.

"You taste amazing, fuck I could do that for hours." He came up, pressing his lips against yours and shoving his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste your euphoria. You tugged on the belt loop of his jeans, feeling his chest vibrate against yours as he chuckled. He stood back up, your eyes trained on his body as he undid his button, letting his jeans drop.

Your eyes blew open, a sudden fear striking your heart. He was massive, his tip red in agony from the lack of attention.

"Si... that's not gonna fit." You told him. He brushed it off, stepping out of his pants and returning to his position, hovering over you.

"I'll make it fit. Don't worry." Shivers ran up your spine at his deep, raspy promise to you. You reached down, gathering some of your slick and beginning to slide your hand up and down his cock. his head hung for a moment, moaning your name softly. You sped up for a brief moment, only for him to yank your hand away with a shake of his head.

"This is about you love. Just do me a favor and say my name all pretty like you did earlier while I fuck you." You moaned, your arms wrapping around his neck as he grabbed the base of his dick, slowly pressing himself into you with a quiet groan in your ear. You felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size, your eyes flickering down to watch as he slowly disappeared into your sopping cunt.

He bottomed out with a moan, looking down at you.

"Any pain pretty?" Your cheeks burned at the pet name, shaking your head as he shifted your hips to get comfortable, listening to him hiss at the movement. He gives you a moment to adjust, and with your signal of buckling your hips into him for friction, he began thrusting into you. His pace was slow, following through with his promise to take his time with you as he memorized the feeling of your pussy clamped around him, hot and wet and needy for him to fill you up.

You soon began moaning loudly, still sensitive from his tongue as your nails pressed into his back.

"You're taking me so well Y/N, swear your pussy was made just for my cock." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he fucked you.

"You were made for me love, made to be fucked like the pretty fuck toy you are." Your mind was sent into cloud 9, the feeling of his hips driving into you with purpose and need sending you over the edge.

"Oh fuck si right there!" He knew just how to fuck you, his length hitting the spot he knew would make you see stars, spots that had never been touched or stimulated in your life until now. He grunted at the feeling of your squeezing him again, kissing and sucking your neck as he pounded into you faster.

"Oh f-fuck yeah. Pussy feels amazing, so fucking good for me Y/N. I can feel myself, right here love" He took your hand and used his to push yours down on your lower stomach, feeling him fuck you with rhythm.

You were the best he'd ever had, and the best he'll ever have. No one could compare to you, nobody could moan his name like you could, make him feel good like you could. He was yours now, and he intended to let everyone, including yourself know that. The pleasure soon grew to be overwhelming, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades and making him shudder and whine into your ear.

"Fuck, do that again lovie. Mark me. Give me something to show off and let em know I belong to you." And you did just that. You left deep, red scratch marks on his back, kissing and nipping at his neck and his chest, leaving dark marks that he could flaunt later. His praises never stopped, him talking you through every orgasm you had and quickly slipping his cock back in when one had forced him out. He had no filter now, saying anything he wanted, which consisted of the filthiest words you'd ever hear him speak, and each time it would bring you and him that much closer to the never ending ecstasy you found in each other.

"S-Si I can't." You cried, tears rushing down your face as you pushed at his chest, the pleasure mixing with pain as your legs shook against his torso.

"One more for me. I'm so close lovie." Your want for him to cum was more than enough to help you persevere, his thumb coming down to rub your clit as he felt his orgasm approach.

"Where do you want me my love." He groaned, looking down at your fucked out face with his hooded eyes.

"In me. Please fill me up Si." You begged, your doe eyes big and watery. He let out a dirty moan you'd have to get out of him again later when you were able to move again as he let your legs down, fucking you fast in missionary, your legs locked around his middle.

"You want me to breed you huh. Dirty little girl, I'll give it to you. Fill that tight pussy up, you'll be full of me every day, walking around with my seed running down those pretty thighs of yours." His words sent both of you into a euphoria, your cum mixing together as he shot his load into you, your pussy having a vice grip around him as he shuddered. He managed to fuck you through yours, only stopping when you had begged him to with your pretty voice.

"Shhhh. I'll take care of you Y/N. Just trust me." He cooed in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and hearing you whimper from the loss of connection. He picked you up, bringing you to the shower that you lazily directed him to. He ran a bath, noticing how you were unable to stand up without his help. He scrubbed you clean, leaving loving kisses on your delicate skin, feeling you shiver as his tongue swirled over a few love bites he made.

When you were all clean he dried you off and helped you get dressed. You sent him to shower and managed to keep yourself up enough to grab some old clothes Price left behind that you cleaned and left in your drawer for whenever he came back for them, which was never. You laid on the bed, your eyes closing from exhaustion as you curled into yourself under your comforter, missing Simon's warmth and body heat. You were asleep by the time he got out, throwing his clothes into your laundry hamper and slipping into bed next to you, bringing your body flush against his.

"Goodnight lovie." He soothed, brushing your hair back and pressing a slow, loving kiss on your forehead before falling asleep with you, happy and content to have you in his arms.

That night was the first in 6 months where you slept through the night, no nightmares to plague your mind, no loneliness to keep you up in tears. You were in his arms, full of his love in every way, your closeness and proximity being the last identifier you needed to believe that life would get better.

And it would, you both knew it.

And that's it people!! It was my first time writing smut to be published so bear with me if it's bad. I might write a follow up chapter to this series but this is what I'll consider to be the last part! Thank you so much for your love and support and if you have an ideas for the next series, any hcs, preferences, smut etc let me know!

@thaprilks @bowtruckleninja @almightywdm @niallcozidonthavebettername @gothgirl6-6-6

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #cod mw2 #fanfic #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost fanfiction #ghost smut

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cluescorner · 1 year

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I have been unable to get the idea of baby Kaeya sneaking off to Sumeru without telling anyone out of my head

Baby Kaeya: I have successfully snuck into Sumeru in a merchant convoy. I may have left without saying goodbye, but I’m sure the Ragnvindrs will not mind. After all, surely they don’t see me as their actual family. They might raise a fuss and be in agony if Diluc were to disappear, but not for me.

Meanwhile......

Crepus, on his 8th bottle: How on earth have I managed to lose an entire child?? Did he get kidnapped? Did he run away? Is he alive? Is he safe? I’m going to have a breakdown holy shit. I have failed as a father. Elzer, have the knights gotten back about their search of the area? Or the private squad I hired?

Elzer: I’m afraid they have found nothing...but look on the bright side! At least we haven’t lost Diluc...

Adeline, literally physically restraining Diluc to stop him from running off to search for Kaeya: Yet. We have not lost Diluc YET.

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Merchant guy: Hey, uh, guys?

Merchant lady: Yeah?

Merchant guy: Can somebody read this handwriting? I think whoever wrote this must have been in a hurry or something. And are those...tear stains?

Merchant lady: Sure...hm looks like the boss’s son is missing....

Merchant guy: Huh. Well we guarded the goods pretty well but let’s check just to make sure.

Merchant lady: *Opens up the goods to find Kaeya wedged between 2 crates* Oh we’re so fired.

Kaeya: In your defense, it’s only been a few days. One time I hid from...something for a week. And it was far more perceptive than you are, so you can hardly be blamed for missing me for only a few days. It was a fun challenge, but I was very hungry afterwards. By the way, do you have some water? I did not want to risk revealing myself, so I have not moved from this spot since we left.

Merchant guy: We’re not fired...we’re dead.

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Crepus, sprinting to Sumeru: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Merchant guy: So...while we wait for your dad, why did you come here anyways? I’m sure we could do something fun.

Kaeya: Hmmm, no. You should not look into why I came here. That would be bad, for me and for you.

Merchant lady, whispering to merchant guy: Hey, um, what the fuck does that mean?

Merchant guy, whispering to merchant lady: The boss said his new kid was kinda odd, but this wasn’t what I was expecting.

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Crepus: KAEYA! OH THANK GOODNESS YOU ARE OK!

Kaeya: Hello Master Crepus. I hope I didn’t cause too much-

Crepus: WHY ON TEYVAT WOULD YOU JUST RUN AWAY? DID YOU JUST WANT TO GO TO SUMERU TO SEE THE RAINFORESTS OR SOMETHING?

Kaeya: ...Sure. I read about it in a book and thought it looked cool. I wanted to see it, and so I left.

Crepus: *sigh* Kaeya, next time you want to take a vacation somewhere, please just tell us. You ARE grounded for a month since you broke a very big rule, but afterwards I’ll see about arranging a trip to Sumeru for us.

Kaeya: Crossing Teyvat to find me, grounding me, and arranging trips around my preferences? Why are you treating me so similarly to how you treat Diluc?

Crepus: Because you are both my sons. Why on earth would I treat you any differently?

Kaeya, forming the first healthy relationship with an adult in his entire life and realizing that he has grown attached to the very family he was left to spy on then eventually betray: Oh. This...I feel weird. Bad-weird and good-weird.

Crepus: Well, you probably feel weird because you were LODGED BETWEEN TWO CRATES FOR 4 DAYS STRAIGHT? You’re going to give me a heart attack one day, I swear. Now we’re going back to Mondstadt right now, and you’re grounded starting the day after we get back. I highly doubt Adelinde and Diluc will be able to restrain themselves from fawning over you, they’ve been a mess.

Kaeya, realizing that now only has he grown attached to his new family, but they have grown incredibly attached to him: Oh...oh no.

#genshin impact #kaeya #crepus ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #he is not technically a speaker but I think he is present enough to qualify a mention #adelinde #my beloved #elzer #IDK what his timeline is but I'm assuming he's working for the Ragnvindrs at this point #anyways #what if this was the moment when Kaeya realized just how much he loved his new family #and when he realized how much they loved him #bro Crepus PERSONALLY TRAVELED ALL THE WAY TO SUMERU TO GET KAEYA #I can only imagine that Diluc was trying to break out of the house on a daily basis to save Kaeya like a good knight would

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desswright29 · 9 months

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Femininity Pt.2

Pairing: Shuri X Reader

Contains: Smut(18+), violence, slight angst, fluff. Shuri being fine af per usual.

Word count: 4,6k

A/n: Thought I’d drop something cute before I destroy y’all with this series lol. Enjoy!

The sun streamed through your floor to ceiling windows, cascading onto the light wood floors. Setting your beautiful home aglow, as music poured through out the area. With your balcony doors ajar you could hear the waves of the ocean and the smell of the nearby beach took over your home. Today was a beautiful summer day. You’d sent Zah with his grandparents and invited Asia over for brunch. Currently you were frantically trying on outfits that you’d bought specifically for this special day, forcing opinions out of your friend. On edge, nervous excitement filling your body to the brim, as you stepped out of your room once again doing a spin to show off your dress.

“DAMN!” Asia obnoxiously yells. She sat at the bar in your home pouring a glass of your Double Diamond Oakville Cabernet Sauvignon, giving you a once over. “Asia! This is why you stay uninvited! That’s an expensive ass bottle you’re pouring!” She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch! Aren’t you dating a Queen? I’m sure you can afford it.” Your palms began to sweat at the thought of your very recent relationship status with Shuri. It had been about Two months; but unfortunately almost three weeks after you’d made it official The Black Panther was sent on a mission. Meaning you hadn’t seen eachother since, and only talked sparingly. You’d been worried sick but, you understood that this was a consequence of dating the Queen. “I don’t even care right now. I’m nervous as fuck!” Shuri had returned to Wakanda two weeks ago, and today she was due back in Cali where she would be visiting you and Zah for awhile.

“Well you’re definitely gonna knock her head back with that dress. Look no further!”

“It’s not too much is it?”

“It’s just enough to get exactly what you’re looking for.” Smirking she looked you up and down. You’re waist length micro loc’s had recently been re-tied and dyed red. You wore them down, completely straight with a middle part. You wore a fresh face, lashes and brows freshly done lips plumped and glossy. A short red, spaghetti strap dress adorned your curvaceous figure. The tie inbetween your breast undone giving a peak at your perky breast. The dress clung to your body, an opening on the left side revealing the supple skin of your waist. Just under your vulumptious ass, a short layer of lace flared out beneath. An ultra thin gold necklace wrapped around your neck with a small S charm dangling from its center. Your body glistened from head to toe. A gold anklet graced your pretty ankle. You were soft, supple, hydrated, and smelled just as good as you looked.

“Ugh! Usually I’d find something smart to say but you’re right! I need it! I’m fiending. At night I get the shakes. Shuri has fucked my entire world up.” You say as you grab a glass and pour yourself some of the expensive red wine. Taking a sip you walk towards the couch as Asia follows you, and takes a seat. “Girl, I can tell you got it bad. You over there shivering and shit. Calm down!”

“You can see me shaking?”

“Hell yea! You got the couch vibrating” Both of you burst into loud laughter, hitting eachother as you cackled. Quietly, Shuri entered the house with the key you’d given her, hearing the laughter from the foyer, she closed the door and made her way down the wide hallway. Leaning against the wall at the entrance to your living room, she smiled waiting for the laughter to die down. “Looks like I arrived just in time for the party.” Both you and Asia taken by surprise jumped a bit turning behind you at the sound of her voice.

“Sssshhhiiiittt.” Both of you whispered at the sight of Shuri. Shoulder leaned against the wall, sunglasses perched on her nose, legs crossed, and hands clasped in front of her. Her curls were freshly done, under cut fresh, and she wore an all black silk short set. The top unbuttoned halfway; nothing underneath but a single gold chain the pendant of your initial sitting perfectly between the valley of her small breast. A gold watch on her wrist, her rings glistening on her fingers. Her smile sparkled a little more than you remembered, and upon further inspection you noticed her her canines were gold, the tip of her bottom row of teeth were also covered in gold. GRILLS!!

You shoved your drink at Asia, hopped over the back of the couch and ran into Shuri’s arms.

“Babyyyyyyy!!” Her arms were open wide, smile as big as the sun as you jumped inside of them. Effortlessly, she catches you by your ass as you wrap your thick thighs around her slim waist, your arms wrapping around her neck. She grabbed a fist full of your hair, planting firm kisses on your cheeks down to your neck. “I missed you so much Shuri” Your eyes watered and voice cracked as you held her tighter, body quivering at her touch, her kiss. Shuri pulled back looking into your eyes. “You crying mama? Don’t cry baby girl. I’m here now. I’m safe.” She wiped at a fallen tear and your lips finally connected in a passionate kiss.

“Y’all cute as fuck! I want to love somebody like that!” Asia interrupts, from across the room. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes hopping out of Shuri’s arms as she laughed. You turn to face Asia as Shuri pulled you back against her by your waist wrapping her arms around you, chin settling on your shoulder. “You must be Asia. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yea? Well she can kiss my ass, cause I know she was talking shit.” You smack your lips and Shuri laughs as you stare Asia down. “It’s nice to finally meet you your highness” She came forward extending her hand for a shake and Shuri took it. “No need for the formalities Shuri is just fine.”

“Well Shuri. I was just heading out. I’ll leave you two love birds to your reunion.” She said collecting her things. “Yes, she was.” You said as you remove yourself from Shuri’s arms to help her gather her things. “Uh Uh! Don’t be rushing me out now hoe! Tryna get rid of me to get you’re back br-“

“ASIA PLEASE! For once,filter it!”

“And ion know how to do that!”

“And this is why I talk shit. Bye girl!”

“Bye! Walk me out. It was a pleasure meeting you Shuri.”

“The pleasures all mine.” Shuri says smiling with a slight laugh, Grills on full display.

“Mm mm mm” Asia says shaking her head walking towards the door. You could hear Shuri chuckle as you walk Asia out. “Girl that woman is fine as fuck. You hit the fucking lottery. Pictures don’t do her justice! No disrespect but my knees went weak when I saw her. Fuuuuck.”

“Yea you doing a lot. But imma let you slide today. She does look a lil too good.”

“Well you need to go take that for a ride girl. Hell I almost want to stay and watch.”

“Too far. Please leave.” You both laugh and hug and Asia heads home. You release a deep sigh as you close the door. Walking back into the living room, stopping at the sight of Shuri leaned against the back of the couch. Lip trapped between her teeth. “She seems fun” She says. “She aight.” You slowly walk over to her putting an extra sway in your walk as her eyes trailed over your body. A soft groan left her throat. “You look so fucking … Whew baby girl. I don’t have the words.” Your pretty smile spread across your face, blushing as you made it back into your lovers arms. Melting into her as she enveloped you. This felt like home.

“You’re looking edible yourself Panther. You’re early.” Bending to reach your small stature Shuri rubbed her nose against yours. “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms again entle.” Her hands caressed your curves as her breath grazed over you lips. “Oh yea? And what was the plan from there.” you say removing her shades from her eyes. Sighing from the intensity in her gaze. A chill running down your spine. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” In a second you were lifted back into Shuri’s arms, her lips attached to your neck as she walked around the couch. She sat with you in her lap as you began making out on the couch. Unbuttoning the rest of her shirt as she lifted your dress. The time apart left no room for foreplay you both needed eachother now. Shuri reached between the two of you rubbing your clit over top of your thong. Throwing your head back you grind against her hand. “Oh, fuuuck Shuri” you moaned out.

“Mmm, is this what I do to you beautiful?” Sliding your panties to the side she slid her fingers through your sopping wet slit. “Oh my God I have to taste it.” You were on your back before you knew it; Shuri hovering over top of you, kissing down your body making her way to your wet mound. She quickly ripped your thong from your body, causing your back to arch. “Oh how I missed you sweet girl.” She spoke into your vagina before diving in. Spreading your lips open she placed a kiss on your clit. “Oooh, yes! Make me feel good Panther. She’s missed you like crazy.” In response Shuri attached her mouth to your clit sucking on it moving her head up and down, as she moaned. Your hands made their way into her hair as you tugged mouth falling wide open. “Oh God! You’re the best. The fucking best baby!”

“You taste so sweet baby I need it I missed it so much. I’m thirsty baby. Let me drink it.”

“Mhmm drink me baby! Make this pussy squirt in your mouth.” She added two fingers to your cunt and began to mercilessly pound into your pussy. “Oh Panther! You always know what to do! I-I’m gonna cum! Fuuuck make me cum!”

“MOOOOOMMYYYY!!!” Your eyes widen and Shuri immediately detached from your pussy and hit the floor. “What the fuck” she mouthed at you. “I don’t know” you mouthed back quickly adjusting your clothes “Hold on Zah!” You yell. “Go to the room. Hurry!!” You whisper yell at Shuri as she spider crawled to the room, To clean your juices off of her, picking up your ripped underwear on the way. She got out just in time as Zahir and his father walked into the room. Your face immediately dropped. “H-hey! What are you guys doing here? How’d you get in?” You’re voice shook a bit.

“It was unlocked”

Zah’s Father Traves looked around the room as though he was searching for something. You snapped. “Uh hello! That doesn’t mean you can just walk in.” His eyes met yours as a grimace sat on his face.

“Who you got over here?”

“Don’t start that Trav. Why are you here?”

“Zah, wanted me to see the gauntlet that ‘mommies friend’ made him.” He said putting his fingers up in air quotes. “Who’s mommies friend. And why haven’t I met him before he’s been around my son.” On cue, Shuri reappeared from the room, mugging Traves hard, buttoned up and fresh as though nothing had happened. Zah’s eyes lit up and he ran toward her full speed.

“SHURIIII!!”

“Zah Zah!! My main man! What’s up little guy! Still working on those muscles I see!” Shuri smiles swooping him up into her arms. Traves watched in shock as his son played with the Queen of a nation. “Yep! I can do a hundred push ups.”

“No you can’t!” Shuri said in playful disbelief. “Uh huh! I can show you!” He said trying to wiggle out of her arms. “Oh yea? I gotta see this. You’ll have to show me later. But, Right now I need you to go up to your room and don’t come down until me or your mommy come to get you. Ok”

“Yes, ma’am” he said before taking off running to his room.

“Are you gonna introduce us Y/n?” Trav interrupts. “I know who you are, and I know you know who I am. So that won’t be necessary.” Shuri says, staring him down. She was fully aware of the checkered past of you and Zah’s father and she was not a fan, nor did she intend to pretend to be. Trav looked at Shuri and scoffed. “I know of you. But I don’t know enough about you for you to be around my son.” Shuri chuckles, looking at you. “This guy” she says pointing at him with her thumb.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem!?” He says stepping forward as Shuri took a step forward as well.

“I don’t like you. And that’s not as much of a problem for me as it is you.” Shuri calmly states. “This what you doing now y/n. You fucking females, got my son around this dyke. Bout to have him confused.” Shuri laughed, grills glistening in the suns rays. “Scared a woman might be more of a man than you?”

“Just cause you look like one doesn’t mean you measure up”

“Ah Ha! Is that why you’re staring so hard. Y/n I think he’s trying to tell us something. What did that video you were showing me say. *singing* Be who you arrrrree.” Traves clears the room, stepping in Shuri’s face, as she stands there with a smirk on her face. “Oooh, aggressive, I’m shaking.” She states sarcastically.

“Ok, ok! Listen you two! We’re adults. This is stupid!”

“No, Sthandwa. He likes hitting women right? Let him hit me.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, the smirk never leaving her face.

“Oh that’s what she told you.”

“Nah. That’s what I saw. And I’ve been waiting for your ass ever since”

“Shuri baby. Let it go. He isn’t worth this”

“You’re right. But you and Zah are. So, tell me. Why are you here and why do you have Zah, Because as far as I know y/n has a restraining order against you and you’re only allowed supervised visits.”

“You should mind your fucking business”

“You haven’t guessed it yet? Y/n and Zahir are my fucking business, and you have 30 seconds to get out of my face and out of this house before I stomp you through the floor.” Your phone began to ring getting you and Traves’s attention. Shuri’s eyes remaining trained on Trav.

“Yes he’s here….. we’re safe, but how did he get Zah!…. No he’s staying here. Why would you let that happen!…. Just get them sent here!” You hang up. “The police are on their way I suggest you go peacefully so we don’t make a scene in front of Zah. Please.” You finally walked around the couch leaning against the back. Trav looked at you and then to Shuri. He nodded his head and turned to walk out, when suddenly he decides to run over to try and wrap his hands around your throat. In the blink on an eye Shuri had her hands around his throat and he was through the living room wall with Shuri right in top of him.

“Fuck!” You yell, as Zah came running from the room crying. You run to comfort him and sheild his eyes. Shuri’s eyes were wild as she choked the life out of Traves.

“Are you fucking crazy!” She yelled at his unconscious body. “Shuri don’t kill him! Don’t kill him! Not infront of Zah!” Snapping out of it she stood up dusting the drywall residue off of her. “I’ll get it replaced nkosazana.” She walks over and grabs Zah from your arms as he cried. “I’m sorry, I scared you little man” she says as she sits on the stairs holding him. The doorbell rings and there was a knock on the door. “Police!!”

“Take him upstairs please”

“I got him.” She says, carrying him up the stairs. Opening the door you let the police in to get Trav. “What happened here ma’am?” They asked. “Um He got a bit belligerent and fell through the wall” You say quickly coming up with an excuse to cover Shuri’s ass. They looked at you skeptically but proceeded to arrest him and escort him off of the property. “What the fuck was that” you say to yourself as you walk up the stairs to check on Shuri and Zah. Opening the door your heart melts at the sight infront of you. Shuri lay in the bed with Zah on her chest she sang him a song in Xhosa as he fell asleep. The sunset cast an orange glow throughout the room, pouring over your son and your girlfriend. You’d never felt more safe and protected than you had in that moment. Closing the door you head down stairs to clean up the mess.

After a while you hear shuffling on the stairs. Looking up you see Shuri headed down. You continue clearing the wine glasses from the living room table. You try to walk straight past her to the kitchen but she grabs your arm pulling you into her. “Are you mad Ubusi? I’m so sorry I’ll get it fixed. I just got so angr-“ the glasses in your hand fell to the floor and you grabbed Shuri by the collar of her shirt smashing your lips into hers. She hungrily returned the kiss. Her fist bunching up the fabric in the back of your dress. You pull away looking into her eyes.

“Thank you so much Shuri. I’ve never felt so safe, so protected in my life. I-I’m so sorry about all this, this definitely was not the plan for you to have to come into this bullshit today. I understand if you don’t want to have to deal with this. I already have a child I know you don’t need all of this baggage. I don’t want to be a burden.” You start to break down in her arms.

“Hey, hey” She takes your chin in her pointer finger lifting your head up to her. “When did I suggest that you were a burden?” You try to look down and her grip tightened on your chin. “No, no. Look at me and you listen. Listen to me good. It will never. NEVER be an issue for me to protect what I love. And I loooove you. And I loooove Zah. And you can put a frame around that hole in the wall to represent the bare minimum of what I’d do to anybody who has the gall to threaten my family. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will be my wife one day and I’m going to treat you as such. So get used to being loved and protected like you never have before. I’d move mountains for you umfazi. You’ve got to know that.” As this fine specimen of a woman reassured you of her commitment to you and your son only one thing ran through your mind.

“Fuck me Shuri” Shuri’s head canted back in surprise but a slow smile spread across her face. Those beautiful grills showing themselves again. “You want me to fuck you?” She said licking her lips. You nod. “Hard and long make me cum over and over again. Take care of me Shuri.” Her eyes darkened and her nostrils flared as she licked her bottom lip nodding. “Gladly.” She picked you up carrying you to the room. As soon as the door closed you began shedding Shuri’s clothes. Unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. You couldn’t wait to see her undressed in all her naked glory. Attaching yourself to her neck you begun to suck, kiss, and lick all over her. You wanted to taste her, to feel her, hell to live in her skin.

Removing yourself from her arms you kissed her while walking her back towards the bed. “C-can I be in control for awhile. I want to make you feel good.” Shuri raised a brow, smiling at the irony of the question. “Just do it sthandwa.” You took her by her waist and positioned her on your lap to straddle your thigh. Once on top of you she pulled your dress over your head allowing your breast spill out. Tossing your dress to the side she began to grind into your thigh as you flexed it and sucked on her breast. “Ssss oooh” She moaned as you grab her hips guiding her thrust. She began tugging and pinching on your nipples while nibbling on your ear. Your hands were all over her body as she began to ride you with fever. “Mmmmm undenza ndizive kamnandi (you make me feel so good)” She whispered in your ear. Whimpering, her hot breath caressing your skin. “You take such good care of us mama, I want to make you feel good baby girl, I want to make you cum. I want to take care of you too baby. I can take care of you too.” Shuri’s hips stuttered before she picked up her pace. Throwing her head back and grabbing her one of her breast. “Oooo YES! Take care of me bhabha (baby)” Grabbing her ass and squeezing you ask “You gonna cum for me?”

She nods biting her lip “mhmm”. Watching Shuri unravel for you made you swell with pride. Allowing her to release herself from her protectiveness allowing her to set aside masculinity and be treated like the pretty pretty princess she was made you feel…. Powerful. You smack the side of her ass “Cum pretty girl. Cum for me so I can taste you.” A high pitched groan fell from Shuri’s mouth as she began to release on your thigh. Her body shook as you sucked her whole breast into your mouth moaning. “inkosazana entle (pretty Princess)” You say once she calms down from her orgasam. She shivered hearing you speak to her in her native tongue. Her eyes were glazed over in bliss as she succumbed to you. Allowing you to easily lie her on her back. You hover over top of her and slowly kiss her lips. “I love you Shuri Udaku” you whisper. “I love you too sooo much y/n l/n.” She sounded so soft, so feminine. You smile and began kissing your way down her body. Getting on your knees on the side of the bed you pull Shuri to the edge and begin to dive in. You lap at her clit and she starts climbing up the bed running in over stimulation. You grab her thighs pulling her back to you. “Mm mm, no running baby”

You open your mouth wide and take her entire pussy inside your mouth and suck. Sucking all the cum off of her pussy. You open her pussy lips with a long stripe of the tongue and then focused on her clit. Grabbing a hand full of your locs she began grinding her pussy into your face. You opened your mouth and moved your head in circles allowing her to use your face to get off. “Uhn oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum again. Oh Bast, Oh Bast, You feel her thighs shaking above your shoulders. You give her a muffled “uhhuh” and she immediately gushes onto your face. You clean her up with your mouth and come up to give her a kiss. She looks up at you like you moved heaven and earth and you get lost in her beautiful brown eyes. Her hands traveled down your body to your bare soaking wet pussy. Running her fingers through your folds she closes her eyes and hums as she adds two fingers. You began to grind riding her fingers like a dick as she pumps in and out of you.

Suddenly she sat up. Standing with you in her arms. She walked to the closest wall “I think you’re ready for me now.” Pressing her kimoyo bead earring, her strap materialized and she slowly sunk it into you. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she grabbed your ass pressing you harder onto her strap. Both your heads lulled forward foreheads connecting as she began to move. Bouncing you up and down her shaft by gripping your ass cheeks.

“Shuri! Yes!” She pressed you harder against the wall. Taking you by the back of your knees she held you wide open pressing your legs back into the wall she drilled into you. Your mouth fell open as you began to fill full. Your body reaching the brink of explosion.

“Hmmmm, fuck me, fuck me Shuri. F-fuck me!” You grunted tears streaming down your face as she set an unimaginable pace, placing your legs up on her shoulders and using the wall for balance. She got deeper slowing her strokes to a slow roll. “ndive mntanam (you feel me baby), Deep inside you. I’m trying to touch your heart. Can you feel it?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as saliva comes out of the side of your mouth. Shuri chuckles and picks up the pace. “Oh you love this shit. You like when mommy takes care of you? Hm you like watching me put a man through a wall for you don’t you? It makes that pussy leak huh?”

“Yes I love it! It’s sexy as Fuck. FUUUUCKKK! I’m cumming baby!” You began creaming all over Shuri’s strap. Body convulsing but she didn’t let up. “Just the thought got you cumming like that?” She walked you over to your vanity knocking everything off of it. Taking you off of her strap only for a second before she turned you around and pressed your breast against the cool surface of the vanity and entered you from behind. Grabbing your hair she pulled your head back forcing you to look at you two in the mirror. You watched her chain slap against her chest with each stroke, making your pussy clench around her. “Look at how sexy we are together. How I got your body trembling baby you needed me huh?” You nod. “Nuh uh, ndiphendule mntanam (answer me baby)”.

“Got damnit yes! I’m a fiend for it Shuri! You fuck me so good!”

“Ooo I like that shit.” In response you throw one of your legs up onto the vanity and start to toss your ass back at her slapping it against her firm stomach causing it to recoil. Shuri lost her mind. “Myyyy Baaaast!! Throw that shit back for me. Oh my Bast. You should see this shit. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Fill me up Panther! Give me that cum!”She reached around your body and began rubbing your clit digging deeper inside of you with her strap as she got closer to her peak. “Oh Fuck mama, I’m gonna explode!” Simultaneously you both had explosive releases. Shuri’s legs gave out as you both fall to the floor. You fall beside her and you both lay staring at the ceiling catching your breath.

“That was fucking AMAZING.” You say dreamily. “Hell yea.” Shuri agreed. You turn and position yourself on top of her lying on chest. “You’re on a roll today with destroying shit though” You say pertaining to all of your makeup items that had been on your vanity. Shuri laughs, “We’ll go shopping tomorrow sweet girl.” A few beats pass before she breaks the comfortable silence.

“ndizakwenza umfazi wam (I’m going to make you my wife)”

#letitia wright #letitiawright #shuri udaku #spotify #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri x you #shuri angst #shuri fic #shuri smut #shuri imagine #shuri black panther #Spotify

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puddle-nerd · 5 months

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Next Go Round

Summary: It was Miles’ first rut and at this point… you were ready to tap out until he came up with a solution. (Recombinant Miles/Human Female Reader)

Prompt #2 (Titty Fucking) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Titty Fucking, Female Reader, A/B/O, Established Relationship, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Sex

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A few months ago, you were considered to be ‘nothing but a lowly nurse’, assisting with the freshly awakened recombinants getting used to their newer, bigger, bluer bodies. It was that same few months ago that you were very, very single and relying on your fingers and your toys to get yourself off, whenever you weren’t too exhausted at the end of the day to do so. That is, until the colonel started to take notice of you during one of his routine checkups. It just so happened that you were ovulating while simultaneously crushing on him. After that, you weren’t just a nurse… and you were no longer single.

Not in the least.

Especially not now with his first rut underway and hitting him hard.

“Oh fuck, Miles,” you whined, slumping heavily against the Na’vi-sized military-issue bed and trying desperately to catch your breath, you skin shining with sweat and other bodily fluids. “Holy shit… I don’t…” you huffed, “I don’t know if I have another round in me. ‘M getting sore.” Your cunt had been stuffed full and your womb had been filled over and over with near on at least a gallon and a half of cum for the last… Your head lolled to the side and you squinted at his clock to check the time and your mouth hung open in utter shock.

Almost five hours!?

The huge recombinant chuckled breathlessly and leaned onto his side, his chest heaving as much as yours. He grunted, tail flicking over your bare legs, the black tuft tickling your sweaty skin. “Can’t seem t’stop, cupcake,” he sighed, his firm shaft like a warm rod of steel against your hip. “No matter how much jizz I dump into yer cute li’l pussy, I need more.” His golden eyes roved over your curves and his fangs peeked out at you as he smirked, an idea forming on his face as his gaze settled on your breasts. “Hmmm, I think I got a solution fer the problem, if ya can’t take me in yer cunt at the moment.”

You hummed, your eyes feeling a bit heavy as you forced yourself to look up at him. “Yeah, baby?” you asked. “What solution do you have?”

Miles sighed heavily and shoved himself up to his knees, his tail lashing in eager anticipation, towering above you like a sapphire colossus until he swung a knee over you and straddled your belly. And it immediately clicked what he was proposing, with his thick cock sticking straight out of his pelvis, his balls swollen and full despite how many times he had emptied it into and onto you in the last several hours. The pink tip was leaking steadily onto your breasts. “Wanna use those perfect titties o’ yours t’help me dump more out an’ ease the ache, sweetheart. Ya game?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Miles. Whatever you need.”

Your lover smirked widely at your agreement, his cropped ears and his tail both twitching in renewed excitement as he leaned over to his nightstand, grabbing the mostly empty bottle of lube and dumping the rest of it onto your chest, specifically between your breasts that he loved so much. Your boobs were littered heavily with a multitude of bruising hickies and bite marks in Miles’ show of over-possessive worship from earlier. With a wicked leer, he tossed the now empty bottle carelessly over his shoulder, the plastic cracking as it bounced off the metal floor.

“Okay, cupcake, push yer tits together fer me,” Miles murmured.

With heavy arms, you grabbed the sides of your breasts and pushed them together for your lover’s benefit, shooting him a smile as he carefully bent down and slid his shaft into the tight, little canal, you had created for him with a quiet moan. The lavender tip of his cock butted up against your chin each time he pressed himself forward, his hairless balls dragging against your belly with each thrust, causing you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue to give experimental kitten licks to the slit. His answering shuddering moan made you feel powerful and you did it again. Miles’ pace sped up to near frantic at that, groaning as you continued to lap at the mushroomy head as best as you can until a moment later, he was jerking his head back as his cock spurted, thin ropes of seed spattering over your chest, your collarbone, your shoulders, and your chin, much less than the start of his rut and maybe a clue that it was finally winding down. Or something.

Miles shuddered above you, his blue cock twitching as the last of his cum finally dribbled weakly out of his slit and onto your body. “Ha, thank you, cupcake,” he panted, grinning down at you. “I think… that actually helped… some.”

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Originally Posted: 15 December 2023

Word Count: 805

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#avatar12daysofkinkmas #avatar #atwow #avatar smut #human reader #recombinant miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #avatar quaritch

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surshica · 1 year

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BAD ROMANCE. <3

synopsis : fake bc scenarios ft. chishiya arisu and tatta

genre : valentines fluff <3

warnings : fake bf scenarios — cussing — pestering friends — mentions of kms — ooc chishiya arisu and tatta (whoops)

A/N : happy valentines day AND I KNOW ITS LATE sorry LOLOL [i did this last minute so it’s ass but HEYYY]

— TATTA , ARISU , CHISHIYA x GN!READER

KODAI TATTA !

Drunken Incident

Tatta and you had been fake dating for over 2 months, it got to the point you started to believe the two of you were dating. this only happened due to the fact tatta slipped up at a company party saying you were his s/o, instead of saying he slipped up and embarrassing him you kinda just ran with it. you had a mere crush on tatta it wasn’t too big but it was very small, you simply adored him from the sidelines—you found him cute. tatta had seen you as a best friend but had a crush on you for a while, and when i saw a while i mean he had a crush on you since highschool. he had never found the courage to ask you out in fear of rejection. so him saying you were his s/o felt like he was dreaming right now. that mere crush you had on him grew slightly larger over time; but definitely in those two months that snail sized crush turned into a ‘i hope he is doing alright’ crush. there were some of your friends and his that had maybe got a hint that the relationship was fake but they never ever tried to confirm it with you since it wasn’t their business in the first place. tatta had invited you over to drink with him at his place and just a simple invite changed how you saw him.

“tatta don’t get me drunk, i have some work to finish tomorrow” you had hummed sitting down as tatta brought some drinks over to the little coffee table you and tatta were going to drink on and have some snacks, you might of forgotten to mention you are a light weight. especially doing sake shots. the big bottle of sake, “is it too late to mention i’m light weight.” you stifled a laugh as tatta poured you a shot of sake for you, “you should’ve said something i would’ve gotten something easier” tatta pouted, your heart had fluttered at him pouting; “no no it’s okay! i just won’t drink as much” you assured him. well that was a fucking lie. you ended up drinking more than tatta; to say you were drunk was an understatement. you were fucking drunk off your mind. you started saying shit to tatta, you ranted, you cried, you laughed, you ended up drinking more. tatta never saw this side of you and it made him feel more at home. “yn you need to stop drinking..you’re already drunk” tatta took away the bottle of sake putting it out of your reach, “why?” “because you’re really drunk.” “okay but your not my real boyfriend so stop pestering me.” you snapped at him. you didn’t mean too but as they say drunk people say what’s really on their mind. tatta simply parted his lips as a frown grew on the parted lips. “you’re not my real boyfriend..your just a fake one. AND I HATE IT” you had whined laying down on the floor. your face was flushed your hair was a messy—you couldn’t think or see straight. tatta wouldve laughed at your state but what you said made his heart beat into his ear. “what do you mean by that..” tatta interrogated the drunk s/o. “its just not fair!” was all you said as hiccups echoed through the silent room.

“i’ve been watching you from afar and not to sound creepy or anything but i realized after these 2 months that i love you BUT IT WONT EVEN WORK OUT since this relationship is nothing more than two friends pretending to be a couple to get others off their dick!” you said in one go having to catch your breathe. “who said i wasn’t in love with you?” tatta smiled at the drunken s/o who was laying on the floor. your eyes had widened sitting up quickly, “you love me?” a wide smile formed on your lips slowly, “i’ve always loved you silly.”

RYOHEI ARISU !

One Room

you and arisu had been fake dating for some time now, it really started off as arisu paying you off to make his ex jealous. to say it worked was an understatement, the one rule was to not fall in love with eachother since it was just a temporary relationship. you never minded the fact you were basically used as a rebound due to the fact you were never in love with him in the first place—you didn’t even know he went to school with you. his friends has persisted you and arisu go with them on a 3 day vacation to the islands, you didn’t mind since you enjoyed traveling; but you had fully expected to get a room with your friends you had tagged with you. only to get the same room with arisu, a one bed. “arisu. now what the hell was this.” you deadpanned at him, arisu had akwardly smiled at you. “listen they would’ve been suspicious if we weren’t sharing a room together..it only makes sense right.” he tried to reason, “i mean sure i guess, i’m going to change.” you placed your suitcase near a chair unzipping it to get some clothes heading into the bathroom to change into some beach clothing. arisu just watched you walk passed him, scratching his head he had wondered if he did fuck up by not giving you a room with your friends instead of with him. a part of him felt hurt, he had fell too far down the rabbit hole to realize he had in fact fallen in love.

keeping up the fake dating act with arisu was a little difficult since he was very awkward, simply holding his hand made him blushy. you had questioned if this man was actually in a relationship or not. but over the 3 day vacation you ended up getting closer to arisu and actually teaching him to not be awkward in a relationship. although arisu wasn’t good at acting he actually did make a great FAKE boyfriend, he was sweet, very caring, protective when necessary. you didn’t want to break the one rule you and arisu had placed and that was to not fall in love—but after constantly hanging out with arisu you felt the need to get rid of that rule, you had started getting waves of jealousy when arisu would do the bare minimum of interacting with other females. the two of you had fit the black cat s/o and golden retriever bf stereotype quite well. it wasn’t like you were the only one falling in love but rather it was the both of you. arisu had finally realized his true feelings for you on the last day of the 3 day island vacation, he was going to really miss this and the way you actually treated him as your bf. the idea of him not being able to be with you everywhere killed him inside. he seriously couldn’t do it, he had to break the rule and he really had hopped you wouldn’t be mad.

“listen, i know this was against the only rule we created. but i don’t think i can keep the fake relationship any longer” arisu came clean, “what do you mean arisu?” you we’re slightly nervous. you had fallen in love with him but the thought of him saying he didn’t love you ached, “i’m trying to say i love you; i love you and i want to make what was fake real.” he had grabbed your hand placing a peck on the backhand.

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA !

Helpful Gesture

it really started off with your friends pressure you into a date with a guy you absolutely loathed. not wanting to go on a date with him, you ended up asking chishiya. a smart ass ignorant classmate of yours. “listen, i’ll pay you to just act like my boyfriend for a day.” you has bargained with him. he had placed a finger on his chin, he wanted to say ‘give him some time’ but he really just knew the answer. “if it’ll help you sure.” chishiya shrugged grabbing one of the books he had been eyeing off the shelf stuffing it into is bag. “wait actually?” you we’re actually surpised he agreed, all the times he had been around you it had seem he hated your guts. “yeah. i’ll pick you up at 6” he had walked off before you could say anything else, you don’t even know if he had your number. (time skip) when he picked you up he actually looked really cute, you’ve had a crush on him but never put a stamp on it. there was small chit chat in the car; you guys could’ve planned out the simple question of ‘where’d you meet’ ‘who asked who out first’ ‘who kissed who first’ but no yall were quite literally arguing over music. the little date with friends was at some cafe that wasn’t well known but known enough for locals. Wanting to have a strong first impression, you had intertwined his hands with yours. “why are your hands cold..it’s literally spring.” “you ask too many questions.” he shrugged dragging you into the cafe.

chishiya actually ended up making a strong first impression, which was actually surprising after all the questions your friends threw at him, there was one that really did stick out like a sore thumb; “when did you guys start dating?” was the question that made you clear your throat. the two of your haven’t planned it out but don’t worry chishiya had it planned out. “well we had been talking for some time but we never put a label on it, you can really say this is our first date. right [nickname]” chishiya smiled, it looked like a wholesome smile but you wouldn’t count on it. “AHH that’s why you guys had that tension between you two for some time..i see i see.” one of your friends exclaimed. everyone had a great time but i guess this wasn’t the end even after what 2 hours? they still had more questions to ask and more things to pester about, chishiya being the human he is had to go to the bathroom. it was kinda awkward since your friends hadn’t paid much attention to you but rather your “boyfriend”. unthankfully your friends weren’t that stupid, “we know you two aren’t dating.” friend 1 had crossed her arms sighing as friend 2 just nodded; “no we are. well we haven’t officially we kinda put a label on it before you pestered me about going on a date with [insert some random ass name].” you smiled trying to keep up the lie. friend 2 had widened his eyes and mouth looking over at friend 1 who looked shocked as well, “that’s something hard to believe..you and chishiya? ive seen your diary, i knew you liked him but i would’ve never thought you’d actually said yes.” friend 1 caved in sighing, “and you are still unconvinced we aren’t dating?” “basically.” “and sonic i kiss him then what? will you believe me?” “yupp!” you noticed chishiya walk out the bathroom and stand near a wall, it’s almost as if he was talking to someone important. you nervous whipped your hands on your jeans walking over to him. “hey..” you smiled at chishiya; he had put his phone away, “bare with me okay?” he looked at you confused, taking a deep breathe you grabbed his face placing a kiss on his lips. he was taken aback quite shocked to the fact he didn’t even kiss back. quickly pulling away.

“i’m sorry..i shouldve asked you first but i just needed my friends to get off my ass..” “you could’ve done other things rather than kiss me you know that right..” “yeah but—“ “i like you too. i’ve liked you for a while now. id like to consider this a first date.” he smiled grabbing your hands placing a kiss on your knuckles.

tags — masterlist open <3

@nanamora , @parkersmyth , @trinmadol , @noxceleste , @eissaaaa , @dr3amscap3 , @arizzu , @bwnniidump , @kerenz , @minyoungieee , @saiewithakatana

#SCENARIOS . . . ‹3 #IMAGINES 💌 ୧ ˚₊#🎐 ։ ONESHOTS · ᘞ #- surshica ♥︎#alice in boderland x reader #arisu x reader #chishiya x reader #tatta x reader #fake boyfriend #i’m back 😜

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three-penguins-in-a-trench-coat · 9 months

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Lewis visits the Stardew Valley Farm every night. What kinda funky shit do you think he sees?

I mean, Lewis visits the farm every night to see if the Farmer wants to sell anything. Which is kinda weird, I mean, why do they have it set up like this? Why does the freakin mayor have to go to the farm and sell that shit? Who does he sell it to???

Anyways, imagine how much stuff he sees that just freaks him the fuck out.

He's grabbing Ancient Fruit Wine Bottle No. #12903 from the bottomless pit that is the shipping bin and the Farmer just teleports from out of nowhere, covered in blood, holding an equally bloody hammer that's glowing and a backpack full of rocks. Somehow I don't think Lewis would find that very live laugh love.

On another night, he gets drive-by cursed by a green lady on a fucking broomstick that makes his kneecaps backwards for 3 days. And then there was this one time where monsters rose out of the ground and started chasing him around the farm, until they finally crumbled to dust at around 2 in the morning. Lewis's sanity slowly crumbles day by day. He walks around the town like a war survivor, eyes staring off into the distance. Until, one day, he decides he's had enough.

Lewis starts to come prepared. He started working out with Alex, and following guides of old Kung Fu VHS tapes George gave him. He bought a sword from Clint (using the tax money, of course. They were purchases that would benefit of the whole town) and began bringing it with him to the farm. Stone golems? Lewis shat all over them. Escaped aliens? He mopped them up before breakfast time.

Nothing could flinch him. He would patrol around Pelican Town all day, sword strapped at the waist like a geriatric guardian. Nothing could faze him. Lewis didn't even bat an eye when the shadow people invaded Pelican Town. He just downed Gus's entire liquor supply and flogged their asses back to the mines. Within a few months, he was outlifting Alex, and looking good while at it. Marnie was quite happy with the new Lewis 2.0.

One time, a photography crew was sent out to do a photoshoot of him for their new 60+ Dating App Silver&Single. It was an instant success, but Lewis decided to turn down all other requests to become an elderly model. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else running the gauntlet to the shipping bin. No, that was his duty. Lewis swore that until the day he died, he would protect the town from harm, no matter what the Farm threw at him. As mayor, he would defend their hidden home, day in, day out.

The Farmer thought it was quite amusing that Lewis decided to become swole enough to make Dwayne Johnson jealous, simply to sell some vegetables. They offered to deliver the goods straight into the town so Lewis didn't have to fight for his life every single night, but he turned down the offer. For the first time, he truly felt what it was like to be alive.

Actually, there was one moment where he did consider it. He was strolling past the fish pond the farmer built after destroying that night's batch of abominations, when a salmon popped it's head out of the water. "Hey, you! Got any gemstones? The boys are hungry and I aint got any left. Help a fellow daddy out?"

Lewis didn't drink any more after that night.

#lewis swole arc #lewis canonically would have to fight monsters every night on the wilderness farm #stardew valley #stardew #sdv #stardew lewis #sdv lewis #story idea

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bellofthemeadow · 9 months

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Blended Hearts and Bitter Brew | Part 2

Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (3.8K)

A/N: Hey everyone, I am very sorry for the delay for this chapter, its been quite crazy at work and with the ini starting again (MY LAST ONE YEHHH!), things have been even more intense. So, it's safe to say it's been quite a whirlwind. I also had to delete my previous post because I encountered an issue with the chapter that required me to go back and make some fixes. I'm hopeful that everything is resolved now - fingers crossed!

Additionally, I'd like to extend an invitation to anyone who may have questions or requests for me. I would be absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to work on them. I'll be away for a few days, and there's nothing I'd love more than to find myself writing by the lake, to be honest. Thank you all for all of your support and kind words, I love you all very much!!

Taglist: @hehekittyhawk

Warning: SMUT, phone sex, discussion of sex, masturbation, wearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+) (no minors like at all!!!)

The Phone Call

Usually, after a long day at work, you were more than ready to head home and collapse on the couch while munching on an entire box of hot pockets. Today was a bit different, though. For the first time in a long while, you were actually... excited! Still riding the high from your encounter with Eddie, you took the extra 10 minutes out of your way to stop at the corner store and grab the second cheapest bottle of wine (Fancy) that you could find! Cradling the bottle like you were Gollum with the ring, you were ready to let loose and get a bit frisky.

You got home quickly, stepping through the streets of Indianapolis, your overheated mood a total contrast to the frosty outside. After a quick shower where you made sure to scrub every inch of your skin, which was now pinkish from the scalding heat of the water, you put on your favourite black satiny robe. The soft frock hugged you deliciously, flowing around you like water and reaching just beneath your ass, highlighting its fleshy curve. In front of your antique floor mirror that you’d found in a second-hand shop, you gave yourself a saucy wink while twirling like a damn Jewelry box ballerina. A slutty ballerina, in your case.

You giggled to yourself as you sifted through the kitchen drawer, searching for the candle you were certain you'd received during last year's Secret Santa. Your hand moved blindly, finally identifying the candle's rounded shape with your extended fingers. As you grasped it, you opened the container and took a deep sniff—Peppermint Mocha. You snorted; your manager really was an unimaginative dick. Well, it would have to do for tonight.

You lit it up using the lighter you had stashed under one of your flowerpots for smoking emergencies. You had promised yourself that you would cut back on smoking this year, but every once in a while, nothing could help ease the tension like a good cigarette. It was also unmatched after sex, although THAT front had been pretty quiet in the last few months. Perhaps Eddie could help resolve that, you thought with a cheeky smirk as you imagined him pulling harshly on your hair as you devoured his tattooed neck.

You let the pepperminty aroma waft through the room as you started to set the mood around your little shoebox studio. It wasn’t much – barely enough space for a double bed and a small round table – but it was all yours. You didn't have to share with anybody, didn’t have to abide by anyone’s schedule but your own. If you wanted to get high and eat ice cream straight out of the tube, or if you wanted to practice the riff you couldn’t quite get right on your guitar until early morning, or if, like tonight, you wanted to set a sultry mood and masturbate thinking about Eddie’s tattooed chest… Well, you damn well could.

You sink down to the ground and settle onto your round, fluffy carpet. This very carpet had been among the first pieces you had bought after settling in your new life in Indianapolis. Regret over this purchase had never crossed your mind; its deep burgundy shade harmonizes exquisitely with the studio's dusky tones. And right now, as you reach for your vinyl collection, you can feel all of its fibers against your bare legs. Your senses heightened since the afternoon; its gentle touch now feels almost teasing against your puckered skin making you shiver deliciously.

You allow your index finger to roam over the spines of the hundreds of vinyl records stacked at the foot of your bed. There were so many of them that you reckon you could use them as a bedside table or something. You were quite proud of them if you were completely honest. You’d spent so much time curating this collection since your dad brought home a vinyl player for your 11th birthday. Your dad had insisted that "its sound is far superior to them boom boxes kids use these days." Along with the player, he had purchased your first ever metal album: "Master of Puppets," That night, you had both spent the rest of your birthday listening to the music with your dad, both huddled in the living room, heads bobbing to the harsh rhythm of the tracks—much to your mom's annoyance who must have shouted "SHUT IT DOWN" at least a dozen times before you’d gone to bed, feeling like your life had changed completely. After that, there was no turning back. Ripped jeans, short black skirts, fishnets, and leather became your uniform, and music became your greatest lover.

You reached out and retrieved the specific record you had in mind. Gently sliding the sleek, obsidian vinyl out from its protective sleeve, you cradled it delicately. As the stylus met the surface, K. K. Downing’s guitar strings struck like a punch to your senses, in a delectable impact of metal. The music flowed through you like an electric current, coursing through the grooves, infiltrating your ears, and permeating every fibre of your being, until you were immersed, entwined, and carried away by the raw yet exquisite sound.

Moved by the beat, you rose and started swaying back and forth, the music's rush flooding you until you didn’t exist. Music always held a flavour more alluring than any drink and a sensation more ravishing than any drug – music consistently brought you to a peak of euphoria that couldn't be replicated by anything else. You loved that feeling; the one where you would float over the world in your own little bubble, where no one and nothing mattered except for you and the music.

Your hand found the bottle of wine resting on the kitchen counter, and you took a large gulp, letting the burning liquid cascade down your throat. With the buzz of the wine slowly enveloping you and the music infusing life into your being, you began to move your hands up and down your body, tracing your curves beneath the satin of your robe.

Swaying your hips to the music, you let your mind drift back to Eddie; his husky voice as he tried to tease you, the mischievous tint behind his hazel eyes that you hoped would, when properly provoked, turn more devious—perhaps even a touch wicked. You let your mind wander to what Eddie was hiding behind that Metallica shirt. With a teasing smile to yourself, your body swaying from side to side in a tantalizing shimmy, finding balance with the rhythm of the music.

Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master, master

The sound of your phone ringing brought you back down. "No way he called already!" You dropped the volume of the music before grabbing your phone.

Unknown number

This was too good to be true! And right on time too as the song on the vinyl changed. "Burnin' Up" started to invade your ears. Grinning deviously, that was perfect timing, and you were more than ready to put on a show if Eddie was on the other side of that line.

“Hey there handsome, feeling desperate, are we?” you sultrily cooed.

“Good to know you are a little brat outside of work too.” Eddie’s harsh tone sent a shiver down your back while his words sent a clenching wave through your core.

“Aw, but I just did what you wanted me to do.” You added a quiver to your voice for full effect, “I just wanted to be a good girl for you…”

“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that baby!” You let out your best teasing laugh.

“Why is that? Am I making you hard?” You questioned innocently, “Are you hard for me right now Eddie?” A strained sound made its way to your ears as you took another gulp of your wine “Am I being a good girl for you now?”

“Good girls don’t tease. Good girls don’t… arg… Good girls listen, and they don’t act like desperate little brats for attention! ‘That why you were acting like a spoiled little princess earlier? Ya wanted all my attention, like the desperate little slut you are.?Well, you have it now baby, so you better make it worth my while” You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t want to give into him – not yet anyway, you wanted to savour this as long as you could.

“Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need attention from wannabe metal douchebags, thank you very much.” A dark chuckle erupted from the phone.

“Tut, tut, tut. Baby, you can fool yourself all you want. But I can see right through your little spoiled brat display. Beneath all that though, rocker girl thing you’ve got going on, all you want is for me to put you in your place. Am I right, or am I right?”

Fuck, he was too good at this. Most men you had been with had not really wanted to indulge in this fantasy of yours. Most of them had found it weird, not really understanding that when you were acting like a bitch you didn’t want to have a “conversation to settle our differences” as one of your exes so aptly put it. You snorted - No, what you wanted was for someone to grab you by your hair and spit in your mouth. And then, you wanted to cuddle, eat junk food and listen to music until your ears bled. But that was a bit too much to ask apparently.

“Where did your mind go baby? Am I too much for your little bratty ass?” Eddie teased through the phone.

Suddenly a wave of vulnerability like you’d never really felt before washed over you, making you extremely self-conscious. You felt stupid in your little satin robe, half drunk on wine and desperate for some guy you all but had 10 words with. Your skin was itchy, and you felt too hot like a hand had wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Fuck, what was wrong with you? For once, a guy was willing to indulge in your little kinky fantasy and what? You were gonna have a panic attack?! You didn’t even know the guy, why were your nerves on fire, why did it feel like you couldn’t disappoint him? Why were you feeling like you were teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to plummet to your death?

Were you afraid of the fall, or were you afraid that no one would be there to catch you?

“… I’m sorry Eddie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You could feel tears gathering in your eyes.

“Fuck, shit.” You could hear Eddie scrambling on the other side of the line, “Did I go too far? Fuck I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Shit I should’ve checked for safe words before, shouldn’t have gone straight into it, it's just you drive me goddam mad honey.” A pause as he seemed to realize what he had just said, “Not like “mad-mad” more like lust-mad or – fuck, I don’t even know what I am saying and I’m rambling, and I probably sound like a complete maniac and…” You let him continue, his unfocused voice making you feel safe and maybe, just a little… understood.

“s’ok Eddie. It’s me, it's just… I guess I got a bit scared because you know… You just seem a bit too good to be true.” Silence.

“WHAT?! I seem too good to be true?” His voice took on a misbelieving tone, “Have you looked at yourself? You are like the definition of hot!” You chuckled at his words,

“Nah I am serious babe! Next to “HOT” in the dictionary, there is a photo of your face, I promise you that!”

You felt yourself grow warm under his words, “You’re just saying that…”

“Hey, don’t do that alright,” he counters sternly, his voice so full of certitude and assurance that it fills you with safety. You were so full of his words that you could pop at any moment, “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, never. And look,” a sheepish pause made you hold your breath, “You kinda intimidated me back there, you know. Like your fucking hot, and your witty and then I find out your kinky AF too? I mean, you’re like my dream girl brought to life. I feel like if I pinch myself you’ll disappear, like I made you up or something.”

You release a breath at his words, attempting to regain a modicum of composure you tease, “What like Pygmalion? Am I your Galatea then?”

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Never mind…Did I kill the mood?” you ask in a squeaky voice.

In response, Eddie burst into a hearty laugh, “Nah baby you didn’t. It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away from someone like you… How ‘bout we slow down? Maybe you could tell me what you were doing before I called you up.”

That you could do, "Well, I got back from work all flustered, just had to blow off some steam, you know? Poured myself some wine and put on Killing Machine..." A pronounced groan reached your ears.

“A tad controversial for a so-called metalhead to choose that record—a bit too... mainstream," Eddie quipped, his tone teasing. But your lips curled into an unabashed smile. "Maybe, but I was riding a Burnin' Up vibe, and needed the perfect backdrop. Anyway, a solid album's just that, regardless of how mainstream it might be." you bantered in return.

"Amen to that, baby. But tell true honey, was that all you were doing? Sitting around with music and a glass of wine?" Eddie inquiries with a touch of salaciousness in his tone.

"I might have been dancing... explored a bit beneath my robe—" you teasingly purred.

"Describe it," Eddie suddenly interrupted breathlessly.

" Oh, you want to know what I’m wearing? Is that what you want Eddie?" you replied teasingly.

"Don’t tease baby, be a good girl and describe what you’re wearing.”

You pause for dramatic effect, taking the time to compose your thoughts. "I'm in my black robe, it's all satin with lace, barely grazes below my ass..." you slowly croon, your voice a delicate whisper.

"Damn, keep talking, baby," Eddie's voice urges you, dripping with desire. "It caresses my skin so sensuously, makes me feel so good... Am I doing well?" you inquire, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in your voice.

"Absolutely amazing, baby. Have you touched yourself yet?" he inquires further.

"Just my tits, Eddie. I was kinda hoping you'd give me a call," you shily confess “Are you happy to hear how much I want you?"

"More than you can imagine baby, are you wet for me?” You could almost picture him; he was sitting in a nondescript room, perhaps with some Metallica posters and records strewed about, he’s clenching his teeth as you describe how much you want him, perhaps he took out his cock too. Is he touching himself, you wonder? Because right now, all you want is to dip one of your fingers inside your panty and relieve some of the tension that has been building since before you left for work.

“I’m so wet for you Eddie… I think I’ve been wet since before I left work, that’s how much you affect me. I want to show you that I'm not just a brat; I can behave, I can be your good girl" you say earnestly.

"I know you can be, but let me share a little secret with you, baby." Eddie pauses, and you hold your breath, awaiting his words. "Truth is, I kinda love it when you get all bratty on me..."

At his words, emotions erupted within you—a mélange of lust, desire, joy, and a tad of shyness. Each little butterfly fluttering deep within your belly in a symphony of feelings.

“There’s more of that where it came from,” you sheepishly admit, all too aware of your tendencies to tease and your strong-headedness. You lick your lip, and purr, “Are you hard right now Eddie? Are you as hard for me as I am wet for you?”

“Oh baby, I’m as hard as fucking Andúril right now!” Eddie loudly pants.

“… What did you just say?!” Nervous laughter meets your ear as Eddie stammers,

“No-nothing. It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” With regained confidence, he continues,

“You gonna touch yourself baby? Come on, be a good girl and touch yourself with me.”

You quickly fumble with your phone as you put it on speaker and lay it next to you on your bed. “I’m in bed…” You shakily exhale.

“Yeah? Me too honey. Now. Touch. Yourself.” His tone left no room for arguing. You could hear a belt unbuckle and a zipper coming undone amidst the rushing of fabric on the other side of the line making you shiver as you imagine him taking his heavy dick in his large hand.

Slowly you hiked your fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise under the trace of your nails. You reach under your robe, and you hiss as your index finger grazes your weeping pussy. “Ohh Eddie, I’m so wet, I’m dripping everywhere.”

“Fuck baby, I want to hear.” Blushing like mad you position your phone next to your dripping pussy before slipping your index inside, the wet squelching of your finger going in and out of your core sending pleasurable shivers down your spine as you imagine Eddie’s reaction on the other side of the line.

You breathlessly moan “You hear that, Eddie? You hear how much my bratty little pussy wants you?!”

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s the most metal music I’ve ever heard. My dick’s so hard right now, I feel like it’s gonna fall off.”

“I want to hear you too.” You frantically demand “Yeah? You want to hear me rub my dick baby? You’re such a perverted little girl!” Eddie didn’t need much convincing and all of the sudden you heard a loud plop, and a loud moan escaping Eddie’s throat. The sounds sending an arrow straight to your warm core; did Eddie just spit on his dick? The wet sound of his hand going up his dick was truly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard.

“I’m close baby…” Eddie admitted between loud moans.

“Already?” you giggle breathlessly.

“Fuck, don’t be a brat now baby. You close too?”

“Mmm-hmm” You hummed “Not close enough.”

“How many fingers, you’ve got in that sweet little pussy baby?” Eddie pants, almost pained.

“Just the one Edd.” “Shit baby, add another one. Can you add another one for me, honey?” His words alone were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Yes Eddie, Yes I can. Anything for you!” You whisper-shout into your phone.

You dip another finger inside, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You part your finger, frantically spreading your slick all over and making a mess over your sheet. You curve your index toward you until you reach the spongey spot inside of you that feels oh so good. You rub and rub while your thumb aggressively circles your clit.

“Oh Eddie!! Mmmmm… Fuck, I’m close Ed, I’m so close! I don’t want to come alone!!”

“You won’t baby, you’ll come when I tell you to come. Not before.” Eddie pants into the phone. After what feels like forever, you feel the cord that had been steadily building inside of you start to grow taunt, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

“Eddie… pleasepleaseplease! Please let me come!”

“FUCK! Come for me baby, I’m cumming!” His words send you over the edge and you see a white light blinding you as your body grows tense before letting go.

You can hear Eddie’s panting on the other side of the line while you try to catch your breath. Now sticky and half-naked with your robe open, you feel a wave of shyness overtake you.

“Eddie? Are you… Are you ok?” A loud laugh meets your ear.

“Am I ok, Baby? Pretty sure the Milky Way just exploded in my room. Damn, that was the hottest thing ever!!” You shyly chuckled at his sweet words.

“It wasn’t like… too much or anything?”

“Wait Baby… Was that your first-time having phone sex?” You grew hot and are quick to dispel any ideas he might get “No, not at all. But…” you hesitate, “But it’s the first time anyone ever made me feel like that before.”

“What? Orgasmic?” Eddie teases.

“Shut up!” You laugh before your traitorous vulnerable heart plants himself down your throat, “I meant like safe; you know. Like you wouldn’t make fun of me or like you actually wanted to hear me come. Like I really mattered for a minute and it wasn’t just about your dick.”

Eddie’s voice grew soft at your words “Baby, there is nothing that I would love more than hearing you come every day, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. If you let me, I’d put it on a CD and listen to it on repeat.”

“You mean that?”

“With ever fibers of my being baby.” Eddie answers honestly. You can hear the truthfulness and the transparency in his voice. makes you feel better, and perhaps a little bolder, as you ask, "Does that mean you'd like to see me in real life again and not just when I have to serve coffee?" When Eddie doesn’t answer for a second you feel your heart drop down like a lead balloon.

"Or not," you chuckle, "I didn't mean to sound conceited. It's fine if you don't wan—"

Eddie cuts you off, "I'd love to, baby."

"You would?" you ask, your voice tainted with disbelief.

"I didn't mean to sound so unenthusiastic. It's just that I'm not used to having such a pretty girl proposition me like that. Had to pinch my ass to make sure it was real, ya know."

You laugh as your hand nervously toys with the lace of your robe. "So when would you like to see me?"

"How about tomorrow? Pancakes for dinner, and then if you want, I have a show with my band in town. You could come with."

"Yeah? You want to see me tomorrow?"

"Nothing else I'd rather do."

"There's nothing else I'd rather do either, Eddie."

“Then it’s a date… Be ready 'cause I’m gonna rock your world Baby!”

You giggle at his words “Can’t wait Eddie.” You look around you, with thighs still sticky with your pleasure—yeah, you really couldn't wait to see your rockstar again.

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sturnsgirl · 5 months

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More than friends..

⟡C.STURNIOLO ⟡

IN WHICH Chris and Y/n are bestfriends

⟡•STURNSGIRL •⟡

| Y/N'S POV |

"GOD CHRIS, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SELFISH. GET OVER YOURSELF!" I say yelling at Chris.

"ME SELFISH? ALL I'VE DONE IS CARE FOR YOU"

"RIGHT, SO THAT'S WHY YOU WENT OUT, AND KISSED THE GIRL I HATE! 'CAUSE YOU CARE FOR ME?" we shout back and foward

"IT WASNT LIKE THA-"

"OH YEAH SO THEN WHAT WAS IT CHRIS?"

It was silent..

"Exactly." I say biting my inner cheek before running out of their house. I walk out side to see its dark, pouring rain, and thundering that I couldn't hear from all the yelling.

I check my phone *8:57pm* I sigh and walk into the rain in a tube top and sweatpants.

• Flash Back From Earlier Today •

| Y/N'S POV |

Matt and I were walking to our next class that we had together before I realized I had forgot my algebra text book in my locker.

"Oh shit, Matt I need to grab my notebook. You get to class I'll meet you there." I say smiling at Matt and he gives me a reassuring nod before heading off to our class while I walk to my locker which was a few lockers down from Chris', but he rarely needed things from his locker so sometimes he would let me use it to spare extra things.

I walk through the crowded halls being pushed and shoved left and right trying to get to my locker. I finally reach my locker row and just as i turn i see Chris and Aliza full on making out. I dropped the English notebook I was about to switch out to the ground causing a loud bang to the ground, grabbing Chris' attention as well as maybe 40 other people around us.

Chris pulls away from Aliza looking at me with eyes wording 'I fucked up'. and he did, big time.

"Chris?.." I say saddened and hurt but also angry.

"No.. Y/n wai-" He says trailing off as I run away into my class crying.

Now I should have gone to the bathroom but if Aliza came in there god knows what she would do or say to me. plus I needed Matt.

• FLASHBACK- 2 •

| Y/N'S POV |

Back last year our Junior year of high school I was in class with Aliza. Who was the mean girl, and the perfect,pretty captain of the cheer team. She hated me for.. i don't know why, but it seemed like she hated my bond with Chris as because everybody knows she was in love with Chris, but he had zero interest in her.

We were all sitting in English. Me and Chris, and these two other boys Chris was friends with. I was next to Chris as his two friends were sitting in front of us. I was tired, I had gotten maybe an hour of uncomfortable sleep. so I was barely awake laying my head on Chris' shoulder before Aliza, and her friends walk up to us with a bottle of water in her hand.

I lift my head off chris' shoulder to see what she wanted. But before I could even ask what she wanted she opens the water bottle in her hand and splashes it straight in my face causing me to be soaked.

I froze. I didn't know what to do besides cry. I bursted into tears crying as everyone bursts out laughing, and taking photos and videos. I got up out of my seat running out Chris following after me.

I sobbed running before Chris grabbed me by my shoulder turning me around hugging me holding my head.

"Oh love i'm so sorry, its okay just brea-" I cut him off.

"Chris i- why would she do that? she ruined me!" I say sobbing

• END OF FLASHBACKS •

| Y/N'S POV |

And I wasn't over exaggerating because she did. The whole school went on about this for Months!.. now i don't know why, but it did and Aliza did not stop,And ruined who I was at Somerville high.

________________________________

I finally got home and about an hour passes and my phone rings.

*CHRISSS 🫀🫂* Is calling- answer//decline?

I for some reason answer the phone.

"Hey idiot, open the door I'm freezing"

I hang up the phone, got out of bed, and opened the door.

"what does your pathetic ass want?" I say rolling my eyes.

"Can I come in please? its -8 degrees" He over exaggerates.

I open the door wider signalling for him to come in. I shut the door and face his guilty eyes.

"What do u want?" I say trying my hardest not to cry.

"Look.. Y/n I'm so sorry for kissing Aliza, but that's not the full story, And just- before you cut me off let me explain. Okay so..."

• FLASHBACK FROM EARLIER TODAY •

I was walking with my friend Nate to class realizing I had left my AirPod's in my Lacross bag which was mainly the only thing I needed in my locker. The rest of it is my best friend Y/n's stuff.

I walk to my locker and open locker door half way before Aliza slams it shut. God this bitch again. I say in my head. Aliza has been obsessed with me since freshman year, and I hate her. Especially after what she did to my sweet girl y/n she is my best friend, and I hate Aliza for what she did to her last year.

"What do you want Aliza." I huff already pissed and annoyed.

"oh why I just thought you looked really good today so I just wanted to give you this." she says and before I get to ask what, she slams her lips onto mine holding my face so I couldn't move. I could have thrown up right there. She kissed me for about 5 seconds until a loud bang. It was Y/n. Shit.

"No Y/n wai-" I trail off as shes already gone. I try to chase after her, but she was already gone. Fuck.

• END OF FLASHBACK •

Y/N'S POV

"So that's what happened Y/n/n I'm so sorry I tried pulling away from her but her hands literally wouldn't budge. I'm so sorry you know I would never do that to you. I love you so much I'm sorry."

I felt terrible for what I said to Chris. Hes not selfish or annoying. He's the best, He's perfect, and I was so wrong for what I did. I didn't even let him explain. I felt terrible.

"No no no Chris don't be sorry I should be sorry for what I said. I didn't mean any of it, and I'm sorry for not letting you explain I'm sorry I love you." I blurt out quick.

"Shh its okay I know you didn't mean it love." he says hugging me tightly before letting go. "So are we good now?" He chuckles.

I nod my head yes before speaking.

"Look at you. you're soaked!" I giggle "Its okay I still have your hoodie, and sweats you gave me" I say grabbing his hand, and going upstairs handing him the clothes.

"You know how you have a drawer of clothes in my room cause you're always over?" He asks

"Yeah.. what about it?"

"We should keep one of those here for me" He says letting out a small laugh.

"I would be the one wearing them" I say chuckling

"Yeah you fucking clothe thief" He says holding up his clothes I gave him

"yeah, yeah, shut up" I say before walking out so he can change.

He get's changed, and tells me I can come in.

"So I get the hint you're staying here?" I ask.

"Yeah, but where are your parents?" He questions

"oh they went on a couples vacation i guess" I say as my black, and white 8 month kitty walks in.

"Hey Luna babyyy" I say picking her up. She was super tiny, and very fragile, but shes adorable.

"Ayeee Lunaaa my fav!" Chris says, carefully grabbing her from my hands while I close my door.

"Hey I wanna watch Riverdale so just watch it with me" I tell Chris as i put Riverdale on.

"AGAIN?" He yells startling me and Luna. "Whoops sorry lil Lun (loon), but haven't we watched this together like 8 times already?!" He asks

"Yeah, and we're about to watch it for the 9th" I say grinning

He chuckles but knows there is no changing my mind. I turn my lights off, and turn on my star light projector, and hop in bed next to Chris, and Luna.

Luna lays by Chris' legs and I lay on his chest. Most people might think it's odd that we are this close, but we have known each other since day one. literally! they were in my hospital room while I was being born. Since our parents are best friends, and they were a year older than me, but still our bond is different and I love it.

Eventually I got tired and fell asleep before I knew it with Riverdale still playing, and Chris playing with my hair.

"Good night love" He whisper's shortly before he also falls asleep.

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whumpster-fire · 5 months

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25 Exciting Phrases to Spice Up Your Next Business e-Mail

1: "Dear Motherfucker,"

2: "To whom it may concern, as well as the entire company directory who I am cc'ing because none of you care about my time so I don't care about yours,"

3: If you'd like to know why I am sending this e-mail, please consider reading it for fucking once."

4: "If I do not see conclusive evidence of your head being out of your ass in the next 3-5 business days, I will remove it from your shoulders."

5: "Please attach a current headshot and resume: the latter so I can laugh at your alleged qualifications, the former so I can print it out and put it on a dartboard as advised by HR's Anger Management Seminar"

6: "Due to the considerable destructive forces at my command,"

7: "Cc'ing The Pope on this one to keep him in the loop since the magnitude of this clusterfuck is nothing short of Biblical,"

8: "This is the fourth e-mail I have sent asking you to do your goddamn job. The fifth will be attached to a brick hurled through your office window. You do not want to know what the sixth will be, so get your shit together ASAP please."

9: "Please keep in mind that refraining from inappropriate use of the Reply All button is the only thing separating us from descending into complete Lord Of the Flies anarchy."

10: "All, please review the selection of Dilbert cartoons attached below and reflect on how they might be relevant to the current situation and your role in it."

11: "The Carpool Committee has unanimously voted to play exclusively Alvin And the Chipmunks songs in any vehicle you are a passenger in for a month the next time you schedule a mandatory meeting before 8 AM."

12: "The potted Ficus tree by the 4th Floor break room will be taking the lead on this project from this point on since it is more qualified than any of you."

13: "I didn't think I needed to inform everyone that 'accidentally' stapling your balls to get out of Company Spirit Meetings early is against company policy. However,"

14: "Due to recent events, any personal office supplies brought from home, e.g. paperweights, must now be checked with a Geiger counter."

15: "Please be advised that if you reply with a question that indicates you have not read and understood the list of action items below in its entirety, I will kick you in the teeth so hard you will chew with your appendix in the future."

16: "We regret to announce that Sean is now an outlaw and no longer protected by our Workplace Violence Policy. This decision was not made lightly, but the current situation re: the break room microwaves has forced our hand. Cc'ing Sean to keep him in the loop."

17: "Please keep in mind that you are neither the most profitable nor the most important of our clients, and your disproportionate share of billable hours is due primarily to your whininess, entitled attitude, and inability to give a straight answer."

18: "If you feel the need to contact me outside my scheduled hours, please write your issue on a piece of letter sized paper, then roll it up, seal it inside a glass bottle, and cast it into the ocean. This will get a faster response than emailing, calling, or texting me at 1 in the fucking morning."

19: "Team, As a result of employees being bombarded with hundreds of e-mails after inadvertently hitting reply all, we are now instituting the following change to our e-mail communication policy: to help prevent duplicate corrections, when admonishing a coworker who you feel has used Reply All inappropriately, please make sure to use Reply All as well so the other recipients can see that the responsible party has already been notified of their mistake."

20: "Cc'ing you on every e-mail about this issue due to your record of not giving a shit about a problem unless your time is being wasted."

21: "Please do not disturb the protective circle of salt around the 2nd fridge from the left in the break room, and do not under any circumstances open it without appropriate PPE and an escort from an old priest and a young priest."

22: "After consulting with Legal and HR, we have determined that the ficus tree by the 4th floor break room dispersing pollen into the office environment does not constitute a violation of our sexual harassment policy. Also, please be advised that the ficus tree is female and is not the source of your pollen allergies. No disciplinary action will be taken against it. However, your repeated complaints targeted at the ficus tree based on its status as a plant may constitute a hostile work environment. Please meet with HR ASAP to discuss this further."

23: "Team, Placing an 'Elf On the Shelf' in any location on company premises or within your home office where it may be able to see, overhear, or access proprietary information will result in disciplinary action up to and including termination of employment. Company proprietary data may not be divulged to any unauthorized third parties, and that includes Santa Claus."

24: "Cc'ing Santa Claus to keep him in the loop on this one."

25: "Sincerely, The Only Guy Who Does His Goddamn Job Around Here."

#shitpost #workposting #emails #another day at the office #business e-mail etiquette #comical threats of violence #pettiness #surreal humor

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sp00kycrumpet · 7 months

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Find A Way. (2/4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: season 1, soft!Joel, reader was besties with Maria, idiots in love refusing to admit it, pre-established relationship

Warnings: swearing; character death; spoilers (if you haven't watched the series/played the game)

(Part One)

Will also be posted on my AO3

I hope you like this second chapter. I feel it maybe moves a little too quick? But there's only so much you can write about travelling alone without it just looking like filler... I hope everyone still enjoys it 🙏🏻 feedback is welcome! ✨

That was months ago now. The radio had been silent the whole time and you burned through your supply of cigarettes and other assets to bribe people for information on Joel's whereabouts or even Tommy. Nothing. You'd had enough of the silence and not finding anything, so you went straight to the source. Marlene.

By the time you arrived at her hideout, she was packing her things; pausing from time to time to rest a hand against a wound on her side. She hadn't noticed you at first but paused after a moment and turned to look at you.

"I should have expected to see you here." She muttered, tossing her last notebook into her backpack.

"It's been months. Where did you send Joel?" You watched the other woman, she shook her head a little.

"I'm sorry. It's a need to know basis." You clenched your fists in frustration. You had a lot of respect for Marlene but right now you were starting to lose it.

"And I need to know." Marlene sighed, studying your face. "Marlene. Come on. Joel has been gone far too long now, you sent him away and you can't even tell me where? After I constantly saved your ass by giving you FEDRA info that even your top guys couldn't get?!" Marlene sighed as she eased herself down to sit on the edge of her bed, looking up at you.

"This is bigger than that. You know I'd never deal with Joel unless absolutely necessary." You groaned in frustration, pushing your hands through your hair as you watched the other woman.

"You're alone. You're injured. I can help get you out of the QZ without even a bug knowing you were passing by. All I need to know is where he is." Marlene pursed her lips, a snort leaving her.

"You're in love with him. And you'd risk your life just to catch up to him?" Your jaw tensed, staring at her silently for a beat.

"I just need to make sure he's okay. He's been radio silent, so has Tommy, so have Bill and Frank. I don't like it." Marlene shook her head as she reached to zip her bag up, awkwardly stiff as she pulled it onto her back then stood up.

"You get me out of the QZ. Once we're outside of the walls and out of sight, I'll tell you. Deal?" She held out a hand, you studied her quietly before taking her hand firmly in yours. "Alright. Get me the fuck out of here."

True to your word, you took Marlene through the tunnels you, Joel and Tess usually used. A couple of people threw curious glances your way but no one stopped you. Marlene was quiet for the most part, only subtle grunts of pain here and there as she walked behind you. Once underground, she needed a break. You helped her redress her wound and shoved a couple of pills into her hand. Marlene watched you closely as you fastened the bandaging around her midriff.

"You're really going to risk your life for him?" You grit your teeth and made a noise in the back of your throat. Marlene shook her head, leaning back against the wall behind her as she broke one of the pills in half and swallowed it with some water. "I knew there was something between you two. He had this look on his face when I said he couldn't tell you where he was going or why." You didn't reply, you just sat down and fished some jerky out of your bag, snapping some off to eat.

"He's different. Things just aren't so shit when I'm with him." You finally answered, your eyes on the bottle of water in your hands. "He keeps me grounded." Marlene nodded a little.

"Can't say I understand, romance has never interested me but, if he means that much you'd risk your life then it must be mighty powerful." You nodded a little, that little voice in your head scolding you for telling her too much and that you should have said all of this to Joel instead. The two of you rested for a little while before continuing on your journey, it took a little longer than planned but eventually you got her out and a safe distance. Marlene pulled a radio from her bag and arranged a pick up before turning to you.

"The old State House. He's supposed to drop something off for me there and come back." Marlene finally said, you watched her for a moment before nodding.

"Thank you." She waved a hand.

"Just don't get yourself killed over him. He should have met my guys there and been heading back this way. If you're lucky you might cross paths." You paused and nodded, shaking Marlene's hand. You exchanged farewells before you turned and headed back to the QZ. Once home, you threw what you could carry into your backpack and headed out. It would take a few days but, you'd cover as much ground as possible.

What you hadn't expected was it taking longer, the city wasn't as clear as you'd expected. Something had stirred the Infected and they were shambling around relentlessly. But eventually the huge building loomed ahead of you, fear gripped your heart as you smelled fire. All sorts of scenarios flashed through your head as you picked your way through the charred remains of Infected. It stunk and you were doing your best to not panic as you looked at the bodies around you. Some Fireflies, some just general public. Off to one side though, you spotted a figure slumped against a column. You almost dismissed it until you realised there was something familiar about that body. You carefully climbed over a couple of Infected and pried the one off of her. The body covering hers had protected a few sparse items from the fire and you recognised a bracelet immediately.

"Oh Tess… what happened to you?" You sighed, your eyes wandering the burned body. A faint bite mark was sunk into the charred skin and you figured she'd sacrificed herself to get Joel out of there. "We didn't get along but you didn't deserve this." You carefully pried her gun from her hands but upon inspection realised it was useless. You glanced around the remainder of the building and sighed softly.

"Where'd you go Joel…?" You whispered to yourself. No sign of him here, no sign of where he'd gone or anything. You pulled yourself together after a moment, standing up and starting to head out of the back door. You had no idea where to go, what to do now. You were at a solid dead end.

You felt tears of frustration building as you sat outside the husk of the State House, your head in your hands as you tried to figure out what your next move would be.

"No. What would Joel's next move be?" You muttered, glancing around for inspiration. When it seemed to hit you like a bolt out of the blue. Bill. Joel would probably head to Bill's for supplies and maybe rest. You rested in a small building after boarding it up once you were inside. Your fingers idly toyed with the necklace still around your neck. It seemed to help you think and relax. As soon as the sun rose, you were awake and making a move. You'd met Bill a few times in the past, Joel had taken you up there with him when Bill and Frank had invited him to trade or to just socialise. You adored the couple and they seemed to like you too. Maybe they'd know something, anything. At least they'd take you in for a couple of days, maybe Frank would let you stay with them permanently. He had repeatedly joked about you and Joel moving into the house across from theirs so often you were starting to think he was genuine in his offer.

It took a few days but eventually you were at Bills gate, a little unnerved by how it was unlocked. That wasn't like Bill. You took your pistol from your holster and quietly made your way through the town towards the house. The first indicator something was wrong was that Bill's truck was gone. But more than that, the garden that had once been Frank's pride and joy was in disarray. Your heart was in your throat as you entered their house, calling out to no response. You could smell rotten food as you turned into the dining room. This was bad. You found Bill's note on the table, your heart breaking as you read what had happened. They were gone. That explained their silence recently, Joel had known in his gut that something wasn't right. You wandered through the silent house, taking a photo of Bill and Frank to remember them by and grabbed a change of clothes. You found signs Joel had been there, firstly his shirt still tossed on the bed from where he'd obviously showered and dressed in some of Frank's old clothes. You sat on the bed, the worn fabric wrapped around your hands.

"Where are you Joel…" You muttered and buried your face into the shirt. The smell of Joel still on the fabric. You had only just missed him it seemed. You knew this was a wild goose chase, you were too far behind to catch him and no way of contacting him to find anything out. Your best bet was to keep moving. You were out of the QZ, why not just keep going and see what you could find?

In the next town over, you found a motorcycle. Rusty in parts but perfectly usable condition. It made quicker work of moving across the roads rather than on foot. It was starting to get cold out and the warm engine provided some comfort as you drove with no real destination in mind. The more rural parts were quiet for the most part, the bike attracted a couple of clickers but you were quick to evade them.

Somehow, like the fates decided it, you found yourself in Wyoming and into the hands of a blast from the past you never thought you'd see again. You were hunting, trying to scavenge something to eat when you were tripped by a rope tied discreetly between two trees, the snow hiding most of it. You swore under your breath and rubbed your sore ankle, hardly having chance to react when a gun was in your face. You held your hands up, staring up at the man in front of you.

"I'm not sick. Just lost and looking for food." He motioned with his rifle for you to get up, silent but his eyes said everything. You pushed yourself to your feet and he forced you to walk with him to a couple of others, a few on horseback.

"Found this one on the edge of the forest." He said to a man sat on his horse. He eyed you silently for a moment before whistling.

"I'm not sick." You repeated, getting annoyed now. You'd done so well to avoid anyone else this far and had been caught out by the basic need for food. Another stepped forward with a dog on a short leash.

"She's trained to sniff out infected. If you're lying, she'll rip you apart." The dog was let loose, and naturally it just sniffed at your legs before trotting back to it's handler.

"I fucking told you." You muttered, your arms already aching from holding them up.

"You alone?"

"Yes. Just looking for supplies. I don't want any trouble." A couple of the men laughed.

"They all say that but you turn up here, armed and claiming to be alone." You opened your mouth to argue when a couple of others joined the group. A woman on horseback stopped beside the man interrogating you, looking at him before her eyes fell on you.

"No fucking way." She breathed. "Lower your guns. Now." A few argued with her but she repeated her command as she climbed off the horse. You stared at her as she walked closer, a hand protectively on her pregnant stomach.

"Of all the weird shit that's happened over the past few years, I would never have bet on this." You blinked, watching as the woman pulled her scarf down from around her nose and mouth to reveal her whole face.

"Maria?!" You choked out, staring into the face of your childhood friend. Finally she laughed and wrapped you up in a tight hug. You'd grown up with Maria, your parents lived next door to hers. There was barely a few years in age difference and the two of you had been inseparable. You were even Kevin's unofficial Godmother but you'd been on vacation when the outbreak started and never thought you'd see her again. Maria explained to the group that she knew you and that it was fine. She helped you up onto her horse and told you she was taking you home.

Home turned out to be a highly guarded and fully powered compound in Jackson. It was beautiful. Like something from a storybook. Inside the gates were families, farms, shops and everything. It was a little slice of heaven. Maria explained she'd found this place years ago and had worked hard to get it up and running again, fortified and a safe place to live. She took you back to her house, a modest place near the edge of town. She made tea and explained everything so far, even how she'd found love and was expecting again.

"Oh, speak of the devil and he shall arrive." She smiled as the front door opened.

"I hear you found somethin' while out today." A southern voice came from the hallway. You twisted in your seat and looked up as a man walked in. He looked familiar but you couldn't for the life of you place why.

"More someone actually. Remember me telling you about my best friend growing up? This is her!" Maria smiled warmly as you stood up to greet him, introducing yourself.

"I'm Tommy. It's lovely to finally meet someone Maria has mentioned many times." He chuckled softly as he held out a hand, you shook it as you stared at him. Tommy… it couldn't be…

"It's great to meet you too Tommy." Tommy smiled, kissing Maria's cheek before excusing himself to take a shower. You watched him go before looking at Maria.

"He seems really nice." You smiled, nodding as Maria motioned for you to follow her through to the kitchen. She started making dinner, the two of you talking about things that had happened since outbreak.

"You were in the Boston QZ? Why'd you leave? Other than the obvious FEDRA bullshit." She asked, glancing over at you. "And all alone?" You shrugged a little, chopping some potatoes she'd passed you.

"I was looking for someone. He left on a mission and I haven't heard anything from him so… I tried to find him. Hit constant dead ends and so I figured I'd just keep moving. If I'm meant to find him again then I will eventually." You shrugged again, not wanting to get too upset over it. It seemed ridiculous to even try to find Joel without any information, voicing it out loud made you feel like a stalker or crazy. "It's dumb. I have no way to contact him and no information." You sighed softly. Maria watched you for a moment.

"If he means a lot to you, it makes sense. Is he your boyfriend?" You paused at the question and shrugged. Maria frowned in confusion.

"It's complicated? Or well not really… We just hang out, have sex and seem to always spend our free time together. It's like a relationship but no romance or dates I guess?" Maria laughed as she took the potatoes from you to put them into a pan to cook.

"I swear, you're just as stubborn now as you were back then. You haven't just asked him?" You snorted, leaning against the counter and sipping your tea.

"No. I never thought to." Maria laughed again, making sure everything was cooking before looking over at you.

"Well maybe we can help find him somehow. But you're very welcome to stay here in Jackson if you don't want to go back to Boston." You nodded, chewing the inside of your lower lip as you thought about it.

"I'd like that… I don't have anything to go back to in Boston anymore. Unless he's suddenly shown up there, but I've contacted his radio a few times to no answer." You mumbled, shaking your head to get rid of any negative thoughts before smiling at Maria. "I have you now though! Fifteen years apart and we're back to gossiping and hanging out already." You grinned, Maria nodding.

"There's a little cottage a few doors down that's empty if you want it? It might need a little TLC but it's only been empty for two months." You tilted your head before nodding.

"That sounds amazing. Thank you." Maria looked absolutely elated to have you back in her life, and you felt the same. She told you about her small wedding to Tommy and the plans for the baby. Even showing you the room they'd decorated together when she'd found out she was pregnant. You were happy for her and a little jealous admittedly. You picked up a blanket someone had knitted for the baby, fingers gently playing with it. You noticed a little M in the bottom corner.

"M? Are you going with a M name?" You asked, looking over at Maria who shook her head.

"No we still haven't decided on a name so the woman who made this just put our family initials on it." You glanced back at the blanket again.

"So what is your surname now?"

"Miller."

(Part Three)

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #no use of y/n #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller x you #fanfic

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 4 months

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Blondies and Suds

Day 2 of @steddielovemonth 's Steddie Love Month event! Rating: Explicit CW: None Tags: Established Relationship, Bathtub Sex, Eddie’s a Romantic, Handjobs. WC: 1,891 Prompt: Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm Submitted by @eyesofshinigami

Today was absolute shit. Customers were screaming at Steve all day, Keith was on his ass about every little thing, The AC had broken and it was hot as balls in Family Video, and his parents had been home for the past week. Steve’s mom said that her and his father were only going to be home briefly, they were just stopping by before going on another business trip. This was the busiest time of the year for the Harrington’s company. Which means that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were going to be gone for the majority of the time. Steve pulls into the driveway and switches the gear shift into park.

‘Wait, why is Eddie’s van here? Are Mom and Dad out? Where is their car?’ Steve’s mind races with questions as he turns off the ignition and gets out of the car. He jogs up to the door and fishes for his keys. He finally finds it and sticks the key into the doorknob. He opens the door and walks in.

“Eddie? Hello?” Steve shouts into the suspiciously still house and waits for a response.

Nothing.

‘Ok that’s weird…’ Steve thinks to himself. He decides to look through the house and see where Eddie is hiding. After taking off his shoes, he walks down the hall and turns into the living room.

Nothing, again.

The T.V’s off, the cushions are straight, and everything is how it was left. That was also weird. Eddie usually watches a movie while he waits for Steve to get home. Steve turns around and walks further down the hall and into the kitchen.

This time, a delicious smell fills the air. The “Hot surface” light shines bright, and the room is warmer than the living room and hall. Looks like Eddie was in here after all. Steve spots a note on the counter. It reads;

“Steven,

Your father and I have gone East for the business convention we told you about. We expect to be back at the end of the month; as we have some other business to attend to after the convention. Keep the house clean while we’re gone.

Well wishes,

Mom”

That explains why their car wasn’t in the driveway and why Eddie’s van was. He turns on his heel and heads for the stairs.

As Steve reaches the top of the stairs, something soft presses against the bottom of his foot. He lifts his leg up and looks under his foot. A red rose petal is smooshed into the carpet. Steve looks up and sees a trail of rose petals leading down the hall. He knows it’s cliché, but roses are Steve’s favorite flower. They’re romantic, beautiful, and smell amazing. Steve follows the roses past his room, past the linen closet, and up to the bathroom door.

The door is slightly ajar, the lights are off but a low glow peaks through the gap. Eddie’s soft humming can be heard. Steve pushes the door open and steps in,

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing?” Steve asks

“JESUS-” Eddie jumps at Steve’s voice.

“Steve! You scared the shit out of me!” Eddie yelps as he grasps at the space above his heart.

“Sorry, I called out for you downstairs. You didn’t hear me?” Steve questions.

“Yeah, I didn’t hear you. I um- I was going to meet you down there and bring you up here.” Eddie stands and glides towards Steve as he speaks,

“Well, Surprise!” Eddie grabs onto Steve’s hand and presses a kiss to it. Steve’s cheeks warm up and he smiles. He looks past Eddie’s head and looks at the scene behind him. Candles are lit on top of the toilet lid. A bottle of red wine with two wine glasses sits on the counter. Next to them sits a pan of blondies. A golden caramel sauce is drizzled across the top, chopped macadamia nuts mix with the caramel. The smell floats through the air and makes Steve’s mouth water.

“You made blondies?” Steve looks into Eddie’s eyes, they’re staring at with admiration and love.

“Yeah, they’re your favorite.” Eddie says it like it’s nothing. Steve’s heart flutters at the gesture. Eddie acts like loving Steve is the easiest thing he’s ever done, like it doesn't burden him the way it burdens Steve’s parents.

Steve looks back to the bathtub. Even more rose petals sit upon mountains of bubbles. The light of the candles reflect across the bubbles, making them look warm and glowy. The room is bathed in candle light; it smells of vanilla and blondies. Steve looks back and Eddie. His eyes start to water and his nose gets all itchy, the tall tale sign that he’s about to cry. His chest aches with the feeling of overwhelming love.

Eddie looks at him with a small, private smile. He holds onto Steve’s hand as he sways into his personal space.

“C’mon Stevie, it’s time for you to relax.” Eddie whispers as he pulls Steve towards the bath. Eddie puts his hand on Steve’s chest to make him stop. Eddie’s hands drift to the bottom of Steve’s shirt. He kisses Steve’s cheek and tugs on his shirt. Steve gets the massage and raises his arms. Eddie pulls Steve’s shirt over his head. He drops the shirt to the floor and leans in to kiss Steve’s neck.

Eddie trails his kisses down Steve’s neck and past his collar bone. He stops at Steve’s chest, rubbing his nose into Steve’s chest hair.

“God , Love your tits, Stevie” Eddie says, his voice muffled from being pressed into Steve’s skin. A laugh bubbles out of Steve’s chest,

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve laughs. Eddie looks up and smirks.

“You love it,” Eddie says, turning his attention back to Steve’s torso. He kisses down to Steve’s stomach, paying attention to the scars littering his sides. His hands grasp at Steve’s belt. He undoes it and pulls Steve’s pants and boxers down in one go. Steve steps out of the fabric pooling at his feet, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder to keep steady.

Eddie straightens back up, running his eyes up and down Steve’s body as he undresses. Once they’re both sufficiently naked and ready for the bath, Eddie grabs onto Steve’s hand and steps into the water. He sits down and spreads his legs, making space for Steve to sit.

Steve steps into the bath, the warm water licking at his calves. He sinks down into the water and leans his back against Eddie’s chest. The warm water seeps into his legs and hips. It soothes the ache of the day away. Eddie’s body heat radiates into Steve’s back. The thrum of Eddie’s heart beating against Steve’s skin. Steve relaxes into Eddie, happy to finally be home.

After a couple of minutes soaking, Eddie leans into Steve’s ear whispering,

“Sweetheart, can I wash your hair now?”

Steve smiles, nodding in response. Eddie grabs the shampoo bottle and squeezes a good-sized dollop into his palm. He sinks his hands into Steve’s hair, lathering it in bubbles. He massages at Steve’s scalp, sending shivers down Steve’s back. Steve moans at the fingers working the dirt away.

“Like that, Stevie?” Eddie teases. Steve nods nonetheless. The feeling of Eddie's hands in his hair, Eddie’s skin pressing into his back, their entire bodies lined up from head to toe, the warm water settling against them, and this entire gesture hits Steve all at once. His body shivers with something other than coldness. A whimper escapes his throat.

“You doing ok, Baby?” Eddie mutters against the cuff of Steve’s ear.

“Eds, please-” Steve whines

“Please what?” Eddie asks, acting innocent; like he doesn't know exactly what this is doing to Steve.

“Please touch me,” Steve begs. Eddie gives in, knowing he did this all for Steve so that he could relax. Right now is for pleasure, he can tease Steve another time.

“Alright, Baby. Let me rinse this shampoo from your hair first.” Eddie says as he grabs the bucket they use for baths like these. Steve groans in protest, but he doesn't stop Eddie. Eddie fills the bucket and pours it over Steve’s head. A bit of water trickles down Steve’s face as Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair. The water sends shivers through Steve’s body.

Eddie gives Steve’s hair one last final rinse. He sets the bucket down and wraps his arms up and around Steve, placing his hands against Steve’s chest. Eddie leans in and starts kissing Steve's neck. Steve leans his head to the side, giving more access to his neck. Eddie bites down where his neck connects to his shoulder. Eddie pulls away and licks at the bite mark he left.

Steve moans in response, tilting his neck further. Eddie squeezes at Steve’s chest, rubbing against Steve’s nipples. Steve shudders as white hot pleasure rushes through him. Eddie gropes at him for a couple more minutes before slowly moving his hands down to Steve’s stomach. He massages at Steve’s scars, smoothing away the tenderness from moving all day. More pleasure shots through Steve,

“Eddie, please-” Steve mewls out.

“Ok ok, so impatient,” Eddie smiles. He slowly drags his hands down Steve’s thighs before finally grabbing onto his dick. Eddie rubs his hand up and down Steve’s length, the water acting as lube.

“Fuck-” Steve sighs, the pleasure dull and sweet.

Eddie softly tugs at Steve for a couple of minutes; before stopping at the head of Steve’s cock and rubbing his thumb at the slit. Steve moans loudly, back arching away from Eddie’s torso.

Eddie pulls his hand back, going back to stroking Steve’s dick. He quickens his pace, twisting his wrist at the tip of Steve’s cock. Steve shivers at the ecstasy coursing through his veins. Butterflies flutter in his gut the longer Eddie jacks him off.

He felt on fire, the butterflies in his stomach bursting into sparks, He was close-

“Eds- fuck- I’m close-” Steve pants out. Eddie takes his free hand and pulls it back up to Steve’s chest. Taking Steve’s nipple between the pads of his fingers, he rubs the bud until it’s puffy and red.

The combination of Eddie’s hands on his nipple and his dick sends him over the edge. He yelps out as he cums; ropes of cum shooting out into the water.

“There we go, Sweetheart. There we go,” Eddie coos at Steve. Working him through his orgasm.; stroking him until he whimpers from overstimulation.

Steve falls limp against Eddie’s chest, breathing heavy. Eddie lightly grabs his jaw, guiding Steve’s head towards him. He kisses Steve, falling into a languid make-out. After a couple minutes, when Steve’s chest stops heaving and his limbs stop shaking, they break apart.

“Um, Stevie-” Eddie says

‘Huh?” Steve asks, a sated happiness making him sappy and slow.

“I uh- I forgot to get the wine and blondies over here…” Eddie says, staring into Steve’s eyes. His brows are creased, he looks apprehensive. Steve chuckles. Blondies and wine are the last thing on his mind.

“It’s ok Eds, we can get it in a minute.” Steve mumbles out. Right now, Steve’s more than happy with sitting against his boyfriend. Feeling loved and loving Eddie right back. In a minute he’ll return the favor to Eddie, and in a minute they’ll eat the blondies and drink their wine. But that’s for later.

#unedited #if you see any mistakes no you don't #steddie fanfic #steddielovemonth

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