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celtic-crossbow · 10 months

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Skin You With My Tongue

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: Poorly written smut, p in v, fingering, oral (fem rec), brief hand job

Summary: What has gotten into Daryl? It doesn’t matter because you like it!

A/N: I haven’t been feeling great but I wanted to finish this before taking a break. Then I’ll work on my last request. Once again, I don’t think it’s great but ah well. I’m trying to just be thankful to be writing again. I hope some enjoyment comes from it!

You had no idea how you’d ended up in your current predicament: flat on your back, naked, with an equally naked Daryl Dixon devouring you like a man starved. You weren’t complaining by any stretch of the imagination. Though he had claimed to have little experience, the man deserved medals for the sounds he was wringing out of you with his tongue.

Anyway, back to the question of how did you end up here?

The day had started like any other. Your group was still new to Alexandria. While most had been given jobs, you and Daryl had not yet been set to work by Deanna. So, Rick had easily agreed to letting you both go hunt. Daryl had refused to give up his crossbow when you had first arrived in the community, but you had to sign out a weapon.

“Bullshit.” Daryl growled from where he leaned against the doorframe of the armory. You couldn’t say that you didn’t agree with him.

Regardless, you played by the rules, got your gun, strapped the weapons to the back, and climbed onto Daryl’s bike. He had decided the two of you could go further out today, not having much luck the past couple of days in the direct vicinity.

Daryl was your closest friend in your tight knit group and had been since you all had been forced to wander around in the cold before the prison. He was difficult to read and his emotional walls were high and thick. Somehow, you had been able to scale those walls, if not shatter them completely. You accepted him without question but you didn’t take any shit from him either. You weren’t afraid to call him out. In fact, the first time he had willingly come to sit next to you by the fire was just after you had asked him if he was “violating the Georgia sodomy law by having his head that far up his own ass.” You’d been close ever since.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his stomach and rested your chin on his shoulder, making kissy noises at him when he glanced back at you.

“Stop.” He grumbled before starting up the motorcycle. You simply gave his midsection a squeeze and could practically feel him roll his eyes as you headed through the gate.

The first part of the day was uneventful. Daryl stashed the bike before you walked and walked, finding nothing to track. About midday, the two of you came across a gorgeous lake. The water was clear and having only crossed two walkers on your trek there, you decided that a swim was an excellent idea after lunch. You didn’t ask Daryl, truly figuring he wouldn’t mind and that, hell, maybe he’d even join you.

You didn’t look at him as you stripped down to your bra and panties, mismatched as they were. If you had, you would have seen him comically fumble and drop the piece of dried meat in his hand.

“The blue hell ya doin’, girl?” He snapped after righting himself.

“Cooling off.” You gave him a smile over your shoulder before mimicking his frown with added exaggeration. “Maybe you should do the same, you old grump.”

He scoffed, keeping his eyes averted. “You’re bein’ careless. Careless gets ya dead.”

“I’m not going in unprotected!” You spun toward him, drawing his gaze toward you before pointing to the small knife tucked securely between your breasts. You couldn’t help but laugh when his face reddened and he looked away so quickly that you could swear you heard his neck crack. “I won’t be long.”

And you weren’t. Barely twenty minutes later, you were sitting down next to him, fully clothed albeit damp, but feeling much better.

“Ready to head out?” You asked cheerfully.

He did not share your enthusiasm, scowling as he stood and secured his crossbow to his back. “Been ready.”

“Well, aren’t you just a bucket of sunshine?” He had already stalked off by the time you gathered up everything. You had to sprint to catch up.

After a couple of hours, Daryl finally caught the trail of a deer and began tracking it. You followed quietly, watching his methods and learning everything you could. You knew how to hunt, thanks to him, but you were always eager to sharpen your skills. When the animal was finally within sight, the archer kneeled after signaling for you to stand still just beside him. He was lining up the shot when something caught his eye to the right of where you stood.

“Get down!” He whispered sharply, grabbing your arm and pulling. The sudden jerk caught you off guard and you were thrown off balance, crashing into him. He fell flat on his back with you on top, your palms on either side of his head with your chest almost directly in his face. With half a dozen walkers shuffling into the area, you couldn’t move lest you be detected.

The deer sensed the danger and ran, the group of undead following mindlessly. As they passed where you and Daryl hid, you instinctively lowered, feeling his breath against your shirt. It took several minutes for the threat to move far enough away that you felt comfortable to lift yourself up and sit back, effectively placing your ass on his stomach.

“Well, that sucks. That was a big doe.” You complained. When he didn’t comment, you looked at him. He was propped up on his elbows, looking anywhere but at you. His face and neck were flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. “You okay?” You queried with general concern.

“M’fine. Can ya get offa me?”

“Oh. Right.” You stood quickly, as did he. His back was quickly turned to you.

“We’re done. Let’s go.”

Your head tilted, brow creased in confusion. “We’ve got hours of daylight left. Shouldn’t we—”

“Said we’re done.” He was already walking away, leaving you staring at his back and wondering what you’d done wrong.

The ride back was tense and silent. You even chose to just lightly place your hands below his ribs and keep some space between your bodies instead of how you would usually have a tight hold on him.

When you entered Alexandria, Daryl parked the bike and got off, leaving you there, confused and more than a little upset. He passed Rick by without a word, the former sheriff turning to look at you with an eyebrow cocked. You gave him a shrug.

“I have no idea.” Shaking your head, you grabbed the gun from where it was secured to the back and went to sign it in before returning to the home you shared with Daryl and Carol. He was nowhere to be found on the first floor, leaving you to assume he had retreated to his room in the basement. With a heavy sigh, you went upstairs to shower.

Evening was upon you before you knew it, the sun having only set a few minutes before Carol invited you to walk to the other house for dinner with the group. You weren’t feeling all that hungry so you told her you’d be there in a few minutes. It was a lie. You had no intention of leaving your room.

Turning over onto your side, you closed your eyes. You had just drifted off when there came another knock. “Ugh.” You groaned and threw back the blankets, remaining in just your tank top and underwear since you didn’t plan on leaving with her. “Carol, I really don’t—” Once the door opened, you screeched to a halt, meeting the impossibly blue eyes of your favorite bowman. “Daryl.” You blinked at him blankly.

“Hi.” He nearly whispered. “Can I, uh—?” He gave a vague motion toward the inside of your room.

“Right. Uh, yeah, right, sure.” You stammered while stepping aside. He stepped in and you turned to push the door closed, a gasp leaving your mouth when you felt him press himself against your back. “D-Daryl?”

“First, the lake. Then your tits in my face when the walkers came. An’ now—this?” His finger was tracing the outline of your panties over your hip.

“What? I didn’t—”

He growled, a low sound in his throat, as he spun you around and pressed you back against the door with his body. He grabbed your chin to force your gaze on him.

“Didn’t what? G’on. Tell me.”

“Daryl, I didn’t mean anything by any of that.” You gulped, though you weren’t afraid. Exactly the opposite. Heat and wetness was pooling at your core, your skin feeling electrified where he was touching you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t lie to him. “I really wasn’t trying to fuck with you, I swear.”

There was an instant change in his eyes and it broke your heart. He released you with a muttered “shit,” his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. The dim light of your bedside lamp was enough for you to see his face reddening and the slight tremble to his frame.

“Y/N, I—fuck—m’sorry.” He quickly attempted to sidestep you and reached for the doorknob, but you were faster and blocked his path. His head shot up, eyes wide and panicked. He had absolutely misread the day’s happenings but he wasn’t wrong on one thing.

“I wasn’t intentionally fucking with you.” You repeated, your tongue snaking out to wet your lips before you continued. “But I would have if I had known it’d end with you here like this.” His arm dropped away from the knob and you entered into his space, pressing your chest against him to hover your lips over his. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Daryl Dixon.”

And now you were here.

“Fuuuuck!” You moaned, pressing the back of your head into the pillow before raising it to look down at the man between your thighs. Your fingers twisted and tugged his hair as your hips rolled, grinding your cunt against his tongue. Daryl growled against your clit, the sound vibrating against the swollen nub. His large hands pressed down on your inner thighs, holding you open while also effectively rendering you immobile.

A whine slipped past your lips when his tongue once again pressed tightly against you, sweeping up and down before he closed his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You tried to lift your hips but he pressed down harder, his nails biting into your skin. He removed his mouth from you, dark eyes glaring from just above your mound.

“Be still.”

His gravelly voice was even lower, darkened with lust and demand. You found you couldn’t help but obey. Breathing through your nose, you nodded eagerly. He kept his gaze locked on your face while his right hand lifted from your thigh, fingertips whispering over your flesh to dance down to your core. He ran a single digit through your slick once…twice, never breaking eye contact.

Your hands left his hair and fisted into the sheets of your bed, but otherwise, you remained frozen in place, panting through the pleasure of stretching around his middle finger breaching your opening. He slid in to the first knuckle, then the second, pausing only briefly before pushing in all the way. The sound that left your throat was positively sinful. You dropped your head back to the pillow and focused on not moving.

“Good girl.” He praised you, rewarding you by drawing his digit almost all the way out before sinking back inside, thus beginning a steady rhythm of which he continued. When you remained unmoving, he lowered his head once again to lavish attention onto your clit.

Who was this man? This was a completely new Daryl. In control, demanding, vocal, and positively panty-dropping. A new part of him for you to accept and adore. A part of him that, to your knowledge, only you had seen. One that you definitely hoped you would see again and again!

“Daryl, fuck!” You cried out when his index finger joined the first. You shivered almost violently when you felt him smile against your pussy.

“In a minute.” He purred, pumping into you faster.

Your hands moved from the sheets to the headboard, palms flat to keep the thrusts of his hand from pushing you upward. The moans and cries were constant, his mouth and fingers igniting a fire low in your belly. The knot was twisting tighter and tighter, and you grit your teeth when you felt the sparks of it begin to shoot down to your toes and up into your chest.

“Nngh, Daryl! I’m—” You panted, eyes screwed shut and legs trembling. He curled his fingers, driving them against that soft spot inside you mercilessly while his tongue and teeth tortured your clit. Just when you thought you might die from the pleasure of it all, that knot in your belly pulled taunt and snapped. Wave after wave of euphoria traveled through you, broken moans of his name tumbling from your lips like a mantra. You had grabbed his hair again at some point, holding him against your center with your thighs attempting to trap him there. He didn’t seem to mind, too busy eagerly lapping at the nectar you spilled while riding your high.

When you went limp against the mattress, he pulled his fingers from within you, leaving you to whine at the emptiness they left behind. You were still pulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pressed one last kiss against your sensitive clit before sitting up on his knees. You blinked away the haze in your vision to watch him suck on those two fingers that had just fucked you senseless, your juices still glistening on his face.

You weren’t sure what came over you but you dove forward almost clumsily while he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He caught you easily with the other arm and pulled you against his chest, your arms encircling his neck to pull his lips to yours. The kiss was desperate, all tongues and teeth. The absolute need to be close to him in that moment was something you couldn’t explain. When you pulled back to look at him, your pupils blown wide and lips swollen, it was as if he understood before your sex-addled brain could form any words.

“I gotcha, girl.” Daryl said softly, a contradiction to how he had commanded you only moments prior. You nodded and let him kiss you again. It was tender this time, slow and deliberate. The archer began to lay you back. He caught himself with one arm while the other stayed behind your head to control your descent until you were once again on the pillows.

His mouth left yours and began to roam across your jaw. He nuzzled his cheek against yours in a way that you found absolutely adorable but then he was pressing open-mouthed kisses below your ear. Large hands traveled to your chest to cup both of your breasts, calloused fingers exploring the supple mounds before settling to roll your pebbled nipples between them. He kissed his way down, that sinful mouth eager to take over worshiping that part of you.

“Daryl,” you gasped, arching up into him when his mouth closed around your right nipple, “mmmm, Daryl, please!” You could feel his erection against your thigh, hot and hard and yet completely ignored. “Please—” you tried again, the plea coming out more like a pathetic whine.

“I know whatcha want.” He murmured against the skin between your breasts. He latched onto your left nipple with his teeth while his left hand took over stimulating the right. “Whatcha need.” You did the only thing you could and twisted your fingers into his hair, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth with a quiet whimper. His touch left you suddenly and you opened your eyes to find him directly above you and lowering down until his lips were just barely touching yours. “But I wantcha to say it anyway.” You felt every syllable against your mouth, the simple action enough to make your cunt clench around nothing. Goddamn, this man knew how to play your body like an instrument.

His fingers were ghosting down your left side only for his hand to maneuver between your bodies. Grasping his cock, he slid it through your folds, gathering your juices in agonizingly slow strokes. Each time the tip of him grazed your clit, your back arched from the mattress with a cry on your lips.

“Say it.”

“I want you, Daryl.” You whined, anchoring your legs around his hips. You dug your heels into the skin just below his ass in a desperate attempt to pull him into you. Too bad he was much stronger than you.

He hummed in response but only began to stroke himself, spreading your slick along his shaft. “Tell me whatcha want me to do, girl.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were going to literally combust if he wasn’t inside you at that moment. You weaved your arms underneath his and pulled at him. “Fuck me, Daryl. Please, please, fuck me!”

He chuckled. The asshole actually chuckled but you didn’t care because he then immediately entered you in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt. His arms nearly gave out as your wet heat welcomed him, stretching and molding to his cock as if your body was made just for him. He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder but you were too far gone to notice. The pleasurable burn of accommodating him brought you to new heights. You almost came right on the spot.

“Fuck.” He breathed against your neck, fighting to keep himself in check.

After you both had a moment, Daryl pushed himself up onto his forearms, drawing back his hips slowly before snapping forward and earning a broken moan from you. The feeling of him moving inside you was overwhelming, the push and pull driving every thought from your mind to leave only the ability to feel. And you wanted more.

You clawed at his back, each thrust forward tearing a cry from your throat. You barely registered that his mouth was on yours, but responded immediately, craving the taste of him. The smoke and pine mingled with the taste of your cunt on his tongue and you couldn’t get enough. You swallowed his delectable moan when your hips came up to meet this thrusts, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing off the walls of your room. Bringing a hand to his hair, you pulled his head back, pussy clenching when the action made him hiss between his teeth.

Teeth met his skin, biting down just above his collar bone. The salty taste brought a moan into your throat. You marked him there, sucking hard until you brought blood to the surface and then you released him. “You—feel so good.” You panted before your mouth was back on his. He pulled back suddenly and you whined at the loss of his weight but then he was sitting back on his knees, grabbing your hips and fucking into you so hard that you saw stars. It was just on the good side of painful, your cunt spasming around his cock as the familiar heat began to build in your belly.

Daryl didn’t stay that way way long. He released your hips and leaned forward to use the headboard as leverage, pounding you with such force that you again had to brace yourself with your palms. Your cries mixed with his moans and grunts and you prayed that Carol was still away. The angle was intense, each thrust had his tip pressing roughly against your sweet spot, building your pleasure at a pace you wished would slow.

“Daryl, I’m—I’m gonna—” you couldn’t get the words out between breaths and moans, but he knew from the way you tightened around him that you were nearing the precipice. And he was determined to throw you over the edge first.

He released the headboard and grabbed your arms, yanking you up while he sat back on his heels. You grabbed for his shoulders and then encircled his neck, resting one hand on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder blade. He moved his hands to your hips, helping you to bounce on him, spearing yourself on his cock and driving it deeper. Your moans became pleas and then a chant of his name, mouth hanging agape between words and breaths and eyes screwed shut.

“Cum for me.” He grunted against your jaw and that was all it took. You were almost certain you screamed but you couldn’t hear it, vision blacking out as euphoria swallowed you. You came back to yourself as the waves began to ebb, Daryl continuing to fuck you through. Your body felt heavy and uncoordinated and you pulled back a bit to clumsily seek out his mouth, greedily drinking down each sound he offered as he chased his own release. His grip on your hips would leave bruises, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

His movements grew sloppy and you could feel him beginning to twitch and pulse inside you. You pulled your mouth from his and watched him until he pulled you from his lap. You moved quickly, aware of his actions, and wrapped your hand around him, pumping him fast and hard. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands gripping your thighs while he fought to breathe through the sensation. His teeth were clenched and his eyes tightly closed, sweat shining on his skin and you were sure it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

Half a dozen more strokes before you twisted your hand and he cried out, muscles freezing and face contorting into a grimace of pure ecstasy. He breathed out your name, hips jerking and ropes of cum painting your hand and both of your thighs. No, that was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

You pulled his mouth to yours before he could come all the way down, relishing each twitch of his muscles. When you pulled away, he finally opened his eyes and swayed on the spot. He seemed dazed but when his gaze met yours, he leaned forward to kiss you. It was gentle, almost hesitant. As if he didn’t know whether or not you’d welcome it.

“That was amazing.” You whispered, finally catching your breath.

“Yeah.” He replied quietly.

You brought a hand to the side of his face, watching all the courage melt away. His already flushed face was growing impossibly redder. You couldn’t help but smile. He had been dominant and commanding only to morph right back into the Daryl you had fallen in love with.

Your eyes widened.

Shit.

You were in love with him.

You were actually in love with Daryl.

You didn’t move when he got up to grab a towel, slipping on his boxers while he was at it. You still didn’t move as he cleaned you up, his mouth moving once he was done but no sound registering. He snapped his fingers in front of your face and you flinched.

“What’d you say?”

“Ya okay?” His brow was drawn inward in concern. He looked so, so nervous and you just wanted to pull him onto the bed and hold him.

“Yeah, I’m great.” You beamed.

He nodded and worried his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing over at his clothes. “Guess I should go.”

Your face fell as he reached for his pants. “Why?” Daryl froze and looked at you, head tilted. “You could stay. Here. With me.” You offered, your own face reddening. He stayed in the awkward position of halfway reaching toward his shirt but was obviously considering your words.

“Ya want me to stay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.” You smiled sincerely. He nodded and straightened, coming back around to the other side of the bed. He sat stiffly against the headboard, chewing his lip again. You started to lean against him when there came a soft knock at the door. You both looked up and then at one another.

Busted.

You both scrambled to get dressed and it would have been comical had you not been thinking of who could be on the other side of the door. Carol. Rick. Michonne. Oh god, Carl! You looked back at him just as he pulled his shirt over his head, an apologetic expression on your face. Turning the knob and pulling the door open, you smiled innocently at—

No one.

“What the—” You leaned out and looked down each hall to find them empty. However, at your feet were two wrapped plates of food. One with a note addressed to Daryl and the other to you. In Carol’s handwriting.

You looked around for the woman once more while picking up the plates and stepped back into the room, kicking the door shut. Eyebrows raised, you crossed the space to hand Daryl his and then placed yours on the bed, removing the note and unfolding it.

“Good for you. Now tell him that you love him.”

You almost laughed but held it, simply folding your note and putting it in your bedside drawer. Daryl was looking at his own with a raised brow before he folded it and put it in his pocket.

“M’starvin’.” He announced, plopping onto your bed while unwrapping his food. He watched you smile and follow suit, gaze lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

His note?

“Don’t be stupid, Pookie. She loves you too.”

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yearning-butch · 2 years

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Just venting in the tags, I’ve got nowhere else to

#I just #I feel so overwhelmed rn #school is exhausting #and I barely have time for myself it feels like #I have to pick and choose what I’m going to trade away anymore #don’t have enough money so free time gets filled with work so I can afford class #no free time means no time for fun so I stay up late to try to find some time #but then I sleep like shit and I’m exhausted #my chem grades are shit so I’m trying to study more #but it’s so hard when my brain is full of car stress and money stress and family stress #I’m feeling the lowest I’ve felt since moving out #and I don’t know how to fix it #no time for therapy #no money for therapy or antidepressants or anything #and I’m sitting on the fact that I haven’t even been able to get my anxiety diagnosed #can’t even catch a break physically #can’t afford healthy food so I feel like shit #no time for exercise so again feeling awful #and I think the fibromyalgia I was told I would probably inherit is rearing it’s ugly head #I feel like I’m bargaining mental health for time and money #it’s bullshit #I just need a fucking hug #can’t even talk to my friends because at this point I’m barely a third wheel #and the larger friend group is always busy or dealing with their own problems #and my mom just doesn’t understand #sorry to be dramatic but god I just need to get this shit off my chest before it crushes me

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enwoso · 20 days

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PUPPY LOVE — alessia russo

*i don’t want anyone to think i haven’t forgotten about anyone’s request, i’ve started/planned all those that have been sent in and i’m slowly getting through them, and some should be posted by the end of the week! but thank you for the support on my last fics. i love and appreciate you all<33*

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you loved your birthday.

some people you knew hated the thought of being born in january, as they saw it as a depressing and cold month. the fact it was right after christmas and all the festivities had died down. but you, you loved it.

after christmas and new year it gave you something to be excited for. having your birthday in the first week of january wasn't all too bad, christmas lights still lingered in the streets as well as small hints of christmas left behind. it all brought a huge smile to your face.

the sun peering though the crack in the curtains as alessia laid draped over you, her arm stretched across your body as her face was hidden in your neck. not wanting to disturb the blonde, you lay looking at the ceiling as your fingers rubbed through her hair.

not long after the blonde began to stir, moving a little as her face became a little more clear as a smile appeared on your face. brushing the loose blonde hairs that had escaped her low bun she had slept in, out of her face.

her head moving a little so you could not see her and the small smile that was on her lips, "happy birthday, tesoro" she mumbled her eyes still shut as she placed a gentle and sleep kiss on you neck. "i love you"

"thank you, lessi. i love you too" you turned to move the blonde so that you were both now facing each other instead of her lying on top of you, a few grumbles coming from the blonde as you moved her that she was already comfy.

looking at her, her eyes just beginning to open slightly as she rubbed them as they adjusted to the light that was beaming into the room. grinning as she pulled you closer back into her embrace, the tips of your noses touching.

a few moments of silence happen, before you close the gap. attaching your lips to the blondes. it was slow and soft the kiss, full of love. her hands found your waist, her fingertips warm as they drew tiny little circle on your hips. pulling away, not before pecking your lips a few more times making you giggle as she smiled.

"hope your ready for today to be all about you?" she whispered as your eyebrows raised, she had been telling you that she had been planning your birthday for weeks but unfortunately for you, you hadn't been able to drag out of her what she had planned.

usually you could push a few buttons and the blonde would crack, telling you her plans but this time she had been determined to keep it a secret making you even more curious about what she had planned.

"mhm and what does that entail?" you asked, as the blonde just smiled not saying a word instead kissing your cheek and pulling the covers off her. grabbing her phone from the bedside table leaving the bed cold as she reached the doorway.

"you just have a shower, get ready and when you come down all will be revealed" she sung out as you narrowed your eyes.

"i don't like all this secrecy from you russo!"

after having a nice slow get ready, you were finally making your way down the stairs, voices getting louder with each step you took. reaching the bottom to see the whole of your lounge decorated, balloons scattering the floor and a big happy birthday sign on the wall with a balloon arch going over the top of it.

being in shock of how much effort had gone into the decoration of the room, you hadn't even processed the fact that alessia's family and your family were sitting in the living room.

"happy birthday teeny! gio yelled, hearing alessia's parents and yours say it too but his standing out and being the loudest pulling you out from your day dream.

the nickname coming from your height difference not only from him but also your girlfriend. you being a few inches small then her.

"how long did this even take you to do?" you asked the blonde as she came over, flapping her brother on the way for the teasing comment as she wrapped you up in a hug. "oh i did this last night after you had gone to sleep!" she whispered in your ear.

"you look beautiful by the way" she kissed your cheek pulling away from the hug, as you went over to your parents saying your hellos to them as well as alessia's parents and brothers.

falling into conversation, as well as eating breakfast that your parents had brought for you. the morning going off to a lovely start surrounded by the people you love as you moved onto opening your presents as you were beginning to get bored of listening to giorgio ask when you were going to open them.

the younger russo brother insisting that you opened the one of him and luca first, it being a bottle of perfume which you had been wanting for some time, "woah, you guys shouldn't have" you sat with the box in your hand, standing up to hug the two of them in thanks.

"we had a little help from someone on which one to buy" luca said flashing a smile to alessia as you grinned.

"thank you!

moving onto your parents who had gotten you tickets to see a concert in london that you had been wanting to go to and alessia's parents getting you a weekend spa trip away, for you and alessia to enjoy one weekend when you both were off.

which left alessia who passed you a bag, moving the tissue paper from the top - revealing a small white bag and inside was a jewellery box. opening it there was a small dainty bracelet with a heart charm dangling from it. "here, look it has my initials on it and the. there's yours" your girlfriend pointed to the two letters AR and then to yours which was right next to hers.

"oh lessi you shouldn't have" you pouted, leaning over to wrap her in a hug, pecking her lips a few times as you pulled back from the hug. before wrapping her in a tighter hug.

"thank you lessi" you whispered as you hugged her, awhs being heard around the room from both familys. the blonde smiling, kissing you cheek a few times before you let go.

"i have one more thing for you.." alessia grinned as she reached down beside where she was sat, getting a small round box out that had a pretty bow on it. your brows furrowed as you looked down admiring the gifts the blonde had already gotten you wondering what more could you need from her. "here" the blonde said handing you the small round gift box.

opening the box left you even more confused, a small bright green fuzzy tennis ball - smaller than your regular tennis ball. you looked to the blonde who was sitting next to you a nervous laugh escaping you.

"i know i said i wanted a new hobby but- we, we both know i'm rubbish at sports!" you giggled not really understanding the gift looking at the russo brothers and her parents for any sort of hint of what the gift meant.

"it's not for you silly!" alessia was the one to laugh this time, leaving you to try and follow along with the riddles, "then who?" you hesitantly laughed, as the blonde stood up not saying a word and leaving the room coming back seconds later.

"for this little one!" alessia beamed, in her arms a small dark brown puppy. you sat in shock, no words could be found as the happy tears began to well in your eyes. as the blonde got closer, she placed the small puppy in your arms a red blanket covering it too keep it warm.

"no way- is this ours.. to keep?" you stuttered, your voice betraying you as you tried not to let the tears spill.

"of course, he's our little fur baby" alessia grinned as she sat next to you in her original seat, stroking the puppy on the head as you sat in utter awh.

you had been pestering the blonde for months now, about getting a dog. spending countless hours during a night time trying to convince her why having a dog would be a good idea but the answer was always, 'we both don't have time for a dog'

you had even got as far as one time drawing up a schedule of how a dog would fit into your schedule to show the blonde that it was possible to have a little puppy in your life but the answer was always the same.

"what you gonna call him then?" gio yelled over, as you looked up from your little fur baby. thought taking over you, "snoopy." you nodded out loud as everyone looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"yeah, snoopy. he suits it" you said, it sounded as if you were trying to convince yourself but also everyone in the room. "snoopy it is then!" alessia confirmed, smiling at you who was looking down at the puppy with so much love.

the rest of the day was spent with you having snoopy in your arms or cuddling with the little puppy or watching him as he napped making sure that he wasn't woken.

the two of you had bonded for life, he was your little child. that evening was spent with you cuddling with less as you watched a film she had let you pick as you cuddled with snoopy however both you and snoopy fell asleep within the first five minutes.

and there was no better way to end a perfect birthday.

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alessia if i ever loose them both, at least i know if i find one i’ll find the other cause there never apart!

comments -

bethmead a new friend for myle!

-> alessia can’t wait to introduce them🥹

ellatoone y/n finally got you to cave then?

-> alessia she did, love our little man snoopy!!

-> yourusername best birthday present ever!

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cranberryjuice-posts · 2 months

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I would like to request a oneshot of clarisse x fem reader where they are rivals, but during one of Dionísio's children's parties, a small "slip" occurs (kissing and making out sessions fr) and reader ends up waking up in the morning in clarisse's bed and reader doesn't remember anything.

If you don't want to do this that's fine!

- mistakes were made -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

An - i do Write every request fun-fact except for a select few but yeah it’s normally in order unless I get Like such a good one I have to write it right then and there BUT! It’s almost always in order of request 😻😻‼️ anyways request more I’m loving them all

An Pt 2 - im having writers block ☹️

Did you think you were going to be here.. no. But we’re you complaining. Also no..

You were sitting off the edge of a cliff with clarisse while capture the flag happened behind you. Her hands on your hip while yours were pinned by her waist helping you both lean on one another.

Just exchanging soft slow kisses neither saying a word. You pulled away only slightly hiding your face in her neck embarrassed. Since you first arrived at camp you both had this un-natural rivalry, from athletics to academics and beyond.

However after a month ago you both haven’t been able to keep your hands off one another. Finding every excuse or situation to be alone, though nobody knew about your secret makeouts, and no one would.

Some ares kids in the distant started shouting for clarisse bringing you both back to earth. With a heavy sigh she pulled away from you. Standing up she started to grab her spear and helmet.

Following her lead and grabbing your weapons you had started to zone out once again thinking about what you were doing. Jumping some clarisses arms snakes around your waist. “Your gonna be at the party tonight right?” She asked kissing your cheek softly.

“Yeah, im showing up with silena” you closed your eyes and leaned back slightly into her. Clarisse Just hummed in Response. “Great… I’ll see you then” she let you go but not without slapping your ass one good time. Before you could yell at her she was already running off to catch up with her siblings.

••

Standing around near a tree the party quickly got more and more chaotic. Chiron was long gone not really caring as to how or why he left, Mr. D the man who the party was for also had left most likely due to not liking being around all the campers.

With the littles away and in bed the Hermes cabin quickly broke into the dispensary and spiked the punch. One thing you knew was demigods and alcohol don’t mix well.

Your friends all gone and left with some guy or girl into the woods to do what only the gods could judge them for. Finally having enough of being alone you walked past the bonfire, grazing against clarisses shoulder as you did before heading towards the table.

Taking a seat towards the end of the table you swung your legs back and forth just trying to find something to enjoy.

“It’s improper to sit on a table” clarisse spoke making you jump as you hadn’t seen her follow you. Sarcastically sighing you pushed her back by hitting her arm.

“Shut up I’m resting my legs” you chuckled, the effects of the alcohol causing you to be more favorable towards her. After a moment you brought your head up watching as clarisse just leaned on the table beside you watching the kids around. “What are You doing?”

“People watching” she nonchalantly shrugged. “Him, Chris how much you want to bet he has a crush on the new Athena kid” clarisse moved closer to you trying hard to be sly though you saw right through her act, but you played along and leaned into her as well.

“Maybe” You Hummed. “What about Luke who do you think he likes” looking up you admired her gentle eyes, even if clarisse wanted to deny it when her face was calm she looked ethereally beautiful.

“Nobody im telling you that man would rather die than let anyone hit” she rolled her eyes with a smile, turning her head to look down at you she didn’t bother hiding her sarcastic grin.

“Well I guess I’m glad your not like him” everything in the background went semi silent as the small gap between you both closed.

Your lips softly touched one another’s. The first kiss was slow and gentle, your lips barley grazing over one another. Though it only lasted a moment before clarisse placed her hand on the side of your face deepening the kiss. The faint taste of alcohol on her lips, contrasting her subtle cologne. Pulling apart from her you quickly noticed campers looking over whispering and running off most likely to tell their friends, clarisse noticed aswell.

“Fuck.. let’s just get out of here” she muttered helping you off the table and walking towards the cabin. Your hands laced together as she dragged you through the woods, the occasional her yelling at one of her siblings that seemed to be going in the same direction.

Once in the cabin everything happened in small blurs that you could only semi remember. You sitting onto Clarisses bed, her Kissing you, You on her lap, your shirt on the ground and lastly where you currently were heavily making out with the daughter of ares while she grabbed at every inch of skin that she could.

Tangling your fingers into her curls you tilted your head, pressing your body closer if you could. Her tongue finding its self into your mouth while she helped shift you on her lap by your thighs.

Breaking away for a breath of air you kept your face close to hers. “Wanna like, hangout or something” she breathlessly panted.

“Sure” You mumbled quickly kissing her again.

••

Sitting up you rubbed your forehead, the after affects from the alcohol last night hitting you like a hurricane. Running a hand through your hair it took only a moment for you to realize that you in-fact were not in your bed.

Actually you weren’t even in your cabin. Looking around frantically you soon realized you were in the ares cabin, bringing your eyes down you saw clarisse peacefully sleeping with an arm on your waist.

With a slight frown you laid back letting out a deep sigh. Turning your head to the side you just watched as the normally angry girl was calm for once.

Not remembering exactly what happened last night bothered you some. But cuddling with clarisse was a worth it bargain.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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sugrhigh · 4 months

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BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo

the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.

you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.

it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.

wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.

neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.

you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.

but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.

you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.

you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.

you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.

the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?

besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.

for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.

so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.

it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.

the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.

you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.

you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.

but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.

you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.

his eyes find you before yours find him.

he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.

but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.

you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.

he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.

he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.

then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.

“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.

“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.

it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.

two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.

“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.

“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.

you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.

“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”

chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.

“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”

he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.

“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.

even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.

“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”

chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.

“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”

you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”

“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.

“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”

“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.

lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.

“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.

“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”

there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.

you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.

“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.

“your wish is my command, princess.”

you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.

the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.

luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.

you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.

chris

see you friday

sweet dreams ;)

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beenbaanbuun · 3 months

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misunderstandings w/ san

words - some

genre - fluff/angst with a dash of nsfw but not smut

warnings - horny!san, soft!san, sad!reader, misunderstandings, san in grey sweatpants, mentions of sex, no actual sex/sexual acts, reader speaks in riddles and expects san to understand

it’s no surprise to anyone that san likes to be cosy and comfy

we’ve all seen that fuzzy great sweater that he always wears

that thing looks like it would send me to sleep within seconds of putting it on, but i digress…

another item of clothing he keeps close to his heart is sweat pants, more specifically grey ones

he says they’re just comfy, but you know exactly why he wears them

they cling to his thighs so nicely and leave very little to the imagination

sometimes just seeing him in them is enough to drive you insane

it’s even worse if he takes a shower before putting them on, because 9 times out of 10, that man is not putting underwear on with them

a shirt is also optional… apparently san just doesn’t like the way they feel when his skin is damp

personally, you think san just does it because he knows it drives you crazy

in fact, there’s been more than a few times when you’ve texted san throughout your day at work about how much you miss him

and shown up at the end of the day with him on your couch, just like that; half naked with sopping wet hair

and whilst ‘i miss you’ usually is just code for ‘i’m horny’, sometimes it just means you’re having a bad day and want to hold him close for the rest of the day

either way, you don’t mind showing up to your house with a half naked san on your couch

you’re about to get the best dick of your life, or incredibly soft cuddles

it all depends on your response to his obvious advances, although sometimes he isn’t the best at taking hints

“you’re home,” he opens his arms the moment you walk through the door, as if asking for a hug

you’re more than happy to oblige, dumping your bag on the floor and letting your tired body collapse onto his

it had been a frustrating day to say the least

your coworker had been off so her work had been passed to you, despite the fact that no one person would be able to do all of that by themselves

still, the boss expected it whether you complained or not

saying you were drained was an understatement

as your body connects with san’s, he grunts, but catches you effortlessly

“fucking hell, babe,” he squeezes you gently as he holds you to his chest, “careful, yeah?”

you nod half heartedly into the damp skin of his neck

“you’re naked,” you deadpan, snuggling into his warmth a little

you know what it means, but you haven’t quite decided whether that’s what you want or not

maybe sex would take your mind off the day behind you

or maybe it would overstimulate you and send you spiralling… who’s to know!

“hardly,” he replies, “i have my sweatpants on…”

“and what are the chances of there being something underneath,” you wait for his response, but he stays silent which tells you everything you need to know

not that you need any confirmation; you can feel his hardening dick pressing against your thigh

you decide then and there that no, sex definitely would not be the best option

the thought alone of the ache that would follow is enough to make you decide that you certainly could not handle it right now

“it’s covered, is it not?” he finally says through pouted lips

you sit up fully and look at him with a fed-up expression, hoping he gets the message

you’d never been too good at saying no to people

something along the lines of not wanting to disappoint people

usually you just dropped hints and hoped for the best; san usually understood sooner or later

“it’s rock hard against my leg, san,” you scoff, “i don’t think your sweatpants are going to stop me from feeling that…”

he shrugs with a smirk

“that sounds like a you problem,” he says, which is actually factually incorrect, “maybe you should do something to sort it out…”

you can’t help but sigh at his inability to take any sort of hint

“or maybe, you can take yourself up to the bathroom and get rid of the problem yourself!”

it’s more obvious that the glare you gave him previously

still, the smirk remains as though you’re just teasing him

he shakes his head with a grin

“but you’re literally right here,” he whines, “and the bathroom is all the way upstairs…”

“i’m not in the mood to ache right now, sannie,” you once again, drop a hint that he, once again, completely disregards

in fact your statement makes him smile, clearly happy with what your statement implies about how good he fucks you usually

“i’ll be gentle?”

“san!” you scold, frustrated that your rock-headed boyfriend can’t seem to understand that whether or not he was rough was not the issue here

“i’m just saying,” he puts his hands up defensively

you look down at him with tired eyes, frustrated tears forming in the corners as you grow tired of throwing hint after hint at him

as much as you hated saying ‘no’ so bluntly, you settle on the fact that you might have to

“san,” you start, taking a deep sigh to calm your nerves, “i’m trying to tell you that i don’t want to have sex right now.”

you have to force yourself to look at him

even though you know that he’ll be more than fine with that fact, you can’t help but feel a little guilty about it

and when you look up at him, you can’t help not notice that his face falls a little

not that he’s upset at you not wanting sex, he’s just upset that he clearly misread the situation

and maybe he feels a little (a lot) guilty for pushing so hard when, now that he thinks back on it, you actually weren’t that interested

“oh, baby,” he mumbles softly as he moves his hands to rest against your thighs that sit either side of hips, “bad kind of ‘i miss you’, huh?”

you nod

“the bad kind,” you respond with a shrug, as if you’re trying to pass it off as nothing

but of course, gentleman san would never let that happen

because your emotions are never nothing

“you should’ve told me straight away,” he scolds gently, “or maybe i should’ve asked…” he frowns, “either way, if i’d have known i’d never have pushed so hard… you know that, right?”

you nod ever so slightly

of course you should’ve told him straight away, but again, saying no is hard for you and the ever present fear of disappointment hangs over your head like a rain cloud

and while you were positive that nothing you did could ever disappoint san, there was still something in the back of your brain that told you otherwise

“of course i know that, sannie,” you pout, “but you know me…”

“hm, i do know you,” he mutters as he rubs gentle circles into your thighs, “and i know how scary saying no is, but it’s just me.”

just san… it’s just san

you nod, understanding exactly what he means

there’s no external judgement, or any judgement at all for that matter, because it’s just san

and san doesn’t care about these things

san just wants to make you happy and if sex wouldn’t make you happy, then san would happy live with blue balls for the night

you nod again, more enthusiastic this time

“it’s just you,” you give him a small smile, which he returns without even a second passing

“there’s that pretty smile,” he coos before shifting his hands to your waist and tugging you gently until you’re lay flat against his chest once more

and you’re happy to just lie there in silence as san trails his fingers up and down your spine to soothe you

he’s not asked about your day yet, and he probably won’t for a while, content to sit in silence and love you for now

and you’re content too

very content

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 5 months

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#389

This is a direct follow up to Story #387

“Well, hello there shithead. So, you finally get to serve me outside some disgusting bookstore theater. I hope you are ready to get really nasty. Get on your fucking knees pig and sniff my foot….

“Take a deep whiff! I’ve been on my motorcycle for two whole days. Haven’t had a shower in that time. So I can’t imagine those dogs are fresh.

“Hey! No one told you to start licking. But since you started, you may continue. You know, when I come over here, you will always start with my feet. I want a foot massage at the same time as you are slurping on my toes. The one thing I allow my pigs to do to me without permission is taking care of my feet: licking, sucking, cleaning, scraping, chewing, and so on.

“Don’t look at me like that. You want to be an intern for the executive team, you got to do what’s expected. Foot worship includes foot care. In fact feel my heel for callouses. Dry hunh? I want you to scrape them off…. Use your teeth.

“Wait you think that’s nasty? Aren’t you the one who seeks me out at Ruby’s bookstore and beg me to use you? And how do I do that? By forcing you to take random cock after random cock in your pussy, and then making you clean them off after they dump a load in you. And I hold your head while those same blue-collar tradesmen bend over you clean out their ass cracks. You drank my piss. You are a pig through and through. And you balk at this? Shithead, please.

“You do as you are told. That electrified collar around your neck is there for a reason. While I don’t get into the pain thing like Ben and Lloyd do. I will use it to get what I want. You got that. The four of us executives have our own thing when it comes to using shitheads like you, but we all believe that you need to be trained to do it all. I’m here today to see how much of a pig we both know you to be. One of those things includes eating the dead skin off my feet.

“Normally foot service is the beginning of giving me a tongue bath, but that will have to wait for now. I need to take a piss.

“Sit back on your heels. Help me with my sweatpants. Whew! Smell that? That’s my jockstrap. I have worn it for a week now.

“What are you doing? Don’t discard my sweats in some heap. Pick them up. Now, sniff my crotch. Inhale the nastiness. You always sniff my crotch anytime you remove pants or underwear, or jock. And’s not just me, but do that to Bryce, Lloyd, and Ben. You should be able to tell the four of us apart from our crotch and ass smells.

“Now sniff the ass too. Even if there’s skid marks, sniff it. My socks, you sniff. My jock, you sniff. My shirt, you sniff. Then you fold it, and respectfully put it down.

“Here’s my shirt. It’s full of dried sweat and armpit stink. I’m going to leave it with you so you can smell me when I’m not here. Rub it on your face, especially the arm pit area. Smelling my own pit gets me rock hard. I love my stink. One thing you need to know, and don’t ever fuck this up. While you are expected to give me a tongue bath, you will never lick my pits. I don’t want some piss drinking pig to contaminate my smell with his licking. Rather I want you rub your face in there.

“Here, get in here. Rub your fucking toilet face in my pit. Feel my oily sweat coat your nose, your mouth, your cheeks, everything…. Yeah pig. Now the other side. Get it in good. You can use your lips, but no licking.

“You are going to stink! But it’s my stink. And that is everything. Pull back, leave some for me to enjoy.

“As I said earlier, I got to piss. Let’s go into the bathroom.

“Kneel in the middle. Lloyd made sure that this bathroom was large enough for some serious fun. Bury your face in my jock. Oh yeah. Like that.

“You ready to drink me? You did that a couple times in the bookstore’s theater in front of those hard-working men. I don’t think the bookstore liked cleaning up the piss. Oh well.

“Put the bottom of my bulge in your mouth. Feel my cockhead under the jockstrap pouch? Tastes nasty hunh? Just wait.

“…Ahhh! Drink all you can pig as it comes through my rank jock. You get the extra benefit of the week-old stale piss being reconstituted.

“Get that mouth back where it belongs. I know it tastes nasty. That’s what I want. But keep drinking. I don’t give a shit that it’s going all over the place. You can clean it up afterwards. I see you want to gag. Don’t you dare.

“Focus on the task at hand. Piss drinking should be second nature to you. If not, it will be. If you are retching at this, then the next thing is really going to make you hurl. I got to take a dump.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! The terror on your face tells me everything and is getting me hard. Now I can’t speak for Lloyd, but I don’t really get into scat. As nasty and disgusting as I can get, it’s not my thing. I will think about it, I will tease you about it, but I’m not into the reality of it.

“No, what I have in store is you giving me a blumpkin, you are going to give me head as I take a dump. Over here. Kneel in front of the toilet….

“I put my jock next to my shirt. After I leave, I want you to wear that jock around your neck. You can enjoy the richness of my smells when you are alone.

“Ok. You have blown me before. You are to do it again now. I’m going to do my thing…. Is this your first time?... Well, just ignore the sound and the smell. And the taste is going to be nasty.

“Oh, look! After two days of being in the hot sun riding on my motorcycle, my cock was very sweaty. I developed some cheese for you. You can probably smell it too.

“Nasty, isn’t it? Well, your job is to clean me up. Now crawl over here…. PIG! Now. I will give you a count of three. One…

“…Well damn! That shock knocked you to the floor…. I guess the collar works. You want another jolt? No, then crawl. Pig! Crawl!

“Good pig. You are learning. Don’t think about it. Just take it in your mouth and start the tonguing…. Good! Ahh!

“…Don’t stop sucking. Look up at me…. Notice I don’t have the remote or my phone in my hand. So, you might be wondering who shocked you.

“Keep in mind, there are cameras everywhere, and that collar can be triggered by accessing the controls on the internet. Now Lloyd, being our company’s Chief Security Officer, routinely checks the system to make sure that only us four men have access.

“Bryce could have zapped you. He likes it when his presence is felt, always reminding the pig of his control. It could have been Ben; he likes to inflicts pain on a whim. Or, it could have been Lloyd, who likes pain and raunch and wanted to see you cleaning off my cock. The thing is that it wasn’t me.

“The other interesting fact is that I’m done.

“Pull off. Get under the rimseat. Time for some tongue fucking and face riding…. What? Don’t give me that look. Toilet paper service is not scat. It has none of what I don’t like. Now you may think differently; I don’t care. Besides, you’ve eaten dirty asses before. I’ve seen the asses I had you lick at the bookstore. I know they weren’t 100% clean. Besides, I know what foods to eat to make using toilet paper merely a courtesy.

“Under the seat. Good pig.

“Look up at my ass. If you remember, this is the first thing you saw of me. You were on your back on that platform near the screen at the bookstore’s theater with your legs up in the air getting plowed by that electrician. I stood over you, showing my ass. Remember what you did? You stuck out your tongue. I squat down on your face and your tongue went to work at that instant. I knew you were an ass eating pig right away.

“Get that tongue going. Oh yeah. Good pig. Your tongue was made for this.

“You know, after I sat on your face and used you a few times, I recognized you immediately at the company picnic a couple of months ago. I knew you were Timothy Stone’s boy. I pointed you out to Lloyd and Ben and they were very interested. Lloyd said he would investigate you and your dad. I gladly bowed out and went to the office.

“I looked at your dad’s work. Well shit. Being the Chief Financial Officer, it took me less than an hour to find how he’s been scamming the company out of a serious amount of money. Lloyd found a lot more. We got things set up for him. Bryce is actually meeting with your dad in Vegas today.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Just keep that tongue action going.

“Too bad you aren’t going to Ruby’s any time soon. But don’t worry. Once you are established as trustworthy, I’ll take you on one of my bike runs as my pig. The guys I ride with like to go to the middle of nowhere and drink, smoke, and fuck. Ben and his boy sometimes join in. We use pain pigs and raunch pigs however we want. Some of those men can get rough and nasty.

“Some of them are local. I should call them over to have you clean out their shitholes for them. We need to get a good gang bang going. That’s my thing, a good ol’ train going.

“Let me see if Lloyd wants to join in. He’s always up for a good fuck.

“…Were you just zapped?... That must have been him.

“Hey Lloyd! I’m sure you hear me! Get your cock down here and let’s spit roast the pig.

“Pig. I know he’s training your pussy muscles to tighten up. For me I want you to be as sloppy as you can get. Remember each that for each cock going in your puss.

“Get your legs up in the air. Keep eating my shitter. I got your ankles. Here, let me put them under my armpits. Now that reveals your pussy to anyone walking in.

“Lloyd! I told you this pig would meet our needs. His pussy is ready for an all afternoon pounding.”

This story continues in Story #394 and Story #400

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scarlethexelove · 4 months

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Hi! Request you ask? Well, what do you think about Wanda x Natasha x Reader being in a relationship but after a while Nat and Wands are slightly ignoring R, which makes her question their relationship. Wanda and Nat are doing that because R was on a long mission and they fell into a routine without R.

I Don't Even Know You Anymore

The image is not mine.

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Siblings)

Word Count: 3904

Warnings: Angsty for sure, break ups, allusion to depression, I guess suicidal tendencies, Gun shots, bloody injuries, I guess no happy ending just an open ending. I'm not sure what else.

Part 2 What About Now?

A/n: this one got out of hand. I did not expect to write almost 4k words. But I hope you enjoy. I normally don't leave it with a none happy ending but this one felt like it needed it. If anyone comes up with other warnings I should add please let me know. I hope you all enjoy.

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Your body aches as you wait for the quinjet door to open. Excited to be home after being gone for 3 months. Also being excited to see both of your girlfriends smiling faces. You weren’t able to talk to them because this mission was covert. It was just you and Clint for 6 months, but it was finally over.

The door opens and as you look around. You're disappointed when you see no one waiting. You expected your girlfriends to be waiting for you when you got back. You haven’t been able to talk to them because the mission was covert. Only weekly check-ins with Fury were done which would be relayed to the team. This was to keep you and Clint safe. So it was sad when you returned and the two people you wanted to see the most weren’t there waiting for you.

As your demeanor deflates, Clint places a hand on your shoulder. “Maybe they had a mission or maybe Fury didn’t tell them we would be home today. Don’t worry Y/n/n.” Clint smiled reassuring you. You don’t know how he knows what you are thinking because he has always been able to read you like an open book. “Yeah, yeah you're right I’m just overthinking it.” You give him a weak smile. Something deep down is still nagging you.

You both make your way into the compound. If your girlfriends aren’t around then you want to be able to go take a nice long hot shower and take a nap. You are exhausted and just need some small comforts. But as you make your way through the common area you are shocked and hurt to see your girlfriends sitting on the couch and the rest of the team surrounding them in chairs.

Your brother Bucky is sitting across from them. When he notices you he jumps up and comes over and about squeezes you to death. “Hey sis!” Bucky exclaims. “Hey Buck.” You pat at his back hoping he will let you down, which thankfully he does. So that is when you turn your attention to the redhead and brunette sitting in front of you.

“Hi Nat. Hi Wands. I’ve missed you both.” You give them a gentle smile. Up until this point they really hadn’t given you a second thought. You were feeling hurt but hopefully it is just a big misunderstanding. ‘Hey Y/n.” Natasha greets you. But the fact that she used your name and not a pet name stung a bit. Wanda only gave you a gentle smile but you didn’t feel that it was genuine.

“I-I’m going to go take a shower and take a nap if either of you would like to join me.” You say hoping that maybe the way they are treating you is just all in your head and they just are shocked to see you back. “We were just about to start a movie. So you go ahead and do that. You look pretty rough and in need of that.” Wanda finally says to you. “O-oh ok. Enjoy your movie.” You respond hurt hoping that no one notices the wavering of your voice.

You ignore the looks you are getting from the team. They all give you a look of pity and you hate it. So you quickly make your way out of the room. You miss the look of anger on your brother's face towards the two women. He can see your hurt as you make your exit. You don’t want to stick around where you are clearly not wanted.

Once you make your way into your shared bedroom and straight into the bathroom. You strip your grimy suit off and toss it into the hamper before turning on the water and stepping into the nice hot shower. You let the water rush over you, rinsing all the tension and hurt away. A few tears slipping down your face and into the drain.

After standing there for a few minutes you finally look around for your soap, shampoo, and conditioner but they are all missing. Maybe you ran out before you left and forgot to replace them. It has been 6 months and that sounds like something you would do. So you use Wanda’s shampoo and conditioner and Natasha’s body wash.

Once you feel adequately clean you step out of the shower drying off and walking into the bedroom. You see your favorite hoodie of Natasha’s and slip it on. Before climbing into bed and curling up. You see your bear that Wanda had gotten you one time when you were sick strewn almost off the bed. You grab it and wrap your arms around it. Within minutes you are passed out in the bed. Your heart is heavy and your mind confused.

When you groggily wake up you look at the time and it is already 9pm. You slept most of the day. Your stomach roars with hunger so you listen as you crawl out of bed. You grab a pair of sweatpants and throw those on before heading out towards the kitchen. In your sleepy state you hadn’t even noticed that you were carrying around the teddy bear in your arms. You chuckle to yourself before setting it down on the counter going to make yourself some food.

You whip up something to eat before sitting down at the counter. You slowly eat your food. The compound is quiet as you eat alone. Once you have finished eating you clean up your dishes and put them all away before making your way back towards your room to get more sleep.

As you get to the door you are shocked when you find it locked and you can’t get in. You try and knock but get no response, but that is when you hear it. Your enhanced hearing picks up on Wanda’s moans and Natasha’s grunts. They get louder with each passing second that you stand there shocked. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. You weren’t just overthinking that they were giving you the cold shoulder. They were just waiting for you to leave them alone to lock you out. To seemingly break up with you.

Tears start streaming down your face, a small sob escaping your lips. A door clicks open, you turn and see your brother looking at you. But all you can do is run. He tries to call after you but you run to your old room. The one that you had before you moved in with Natasha and Wanda. You slam the door shut and lock it before letting your back hit the door. You slowly sink to the floor sobbing and clutching the bear in your arms.

That is when you notice the room. It is filled with most of your things. You had been so exhausted when you got back that you hadn’t realized that your things were missing from your shared bedroom. Your sobs become uncontrollable as you curl up in a ball in front of the door. You can hear your brother banging on the door to let him in but you don’t move. You can’t move. You're frozen in place like all those years with Hydra. You were nothing again.

And that is where you stay locked in your room for most of the day sleeping the day away. Only coming out at night when everyone is asleep. Bucky occasionally stays up just so he can see how you are. You don’t say much but you let him be around and he is grateful for that. Sometimes you catch Steve in the early morning when he gets up for his run and you're heading to bed. He always gives you a sad smile. You can’t stand the look of pity in his eyes and you don’t want to see it from the rest of the team either.

What you don’t notice is that Natasha and Wanda have also been watching you in the morning. They realize that they took it too far but they don’t know how to fix it. They still love you deeply and hate themselves for how they treated you.

But Bucky sees them. You’re already in your room as he walks by the two women. He only scowls at them. He would love to do more but as much as wants to he knows that you would not forgive him. No matter what they did to you, you still care about them.

You're startled awake when you hear FRIDAY speaking. “Miss.Barnes you are requested for a mission immediately.” “Do I have to go?” You mumble taking your pillow and covering your head. “Yes Miss.Barnes Fury has assigned you to a rescue mission. The quinjet leaves in 15 minutes.” FRIDAY informs you. “FRIDAY who else is on the mission?” You question scared that you may have to see the two women. “Mr.Barnes and Mr.Rogers will be accompanying you.” You let out a sigh of relief hearing that it will be your brother and Steve who you see as another brother.

You get up and quickly take a shower. It has been a few days, you haven’t had the energy to bring yourself to do it. Once you are done you slip on your suit. Not completely surprised that it doesn’t exactly fit. You have lost weight due to rarely eating. Only eating enough to survive. So it hangs loose on you but you don’t have time to care.

You make your way out to the quinjet and join the two men standing there. You have been wearing baggy clothes so the two can see just how terrible you look. But they don’t dare say anything. They love you but they know never to push you into something you don’t want to talk about or do.

You settle into the seat as the quinjet takes off. “So does anyone want to fill me in on what is going on?” You question. “Hydra has taken a group of scientists and doctors hostage. We need to rescue them before they are forced to do something for hydra. This is a time sensitive and top priority mission.” Steve tells you before you guys go over the game plan of your roles during the mission.

Once you land you all have to split up. It is unknown where they are being held and the place is so large that in order to do it quickly and efficiently you have to split up. You pull your gun and head off to the right side of the building. Taking out Hydra agents left and right. Keeping up communication with your brother and Steve as you clear each section you were tasked to search.

As you make your way down the hall you appear into a room. You see about fifteen Hydra agents and also the hostages. You press on your com. “I found the hostages but also about fifteen Hydra agents.” You whisper. “Y/n wait for backup we will be there in a few minutes.” Steve informs you. “I’m going in.” You ignore Steve’s orders. “Y/n/n you need to wait for backup.” Bucky tried to keep you from doing something stupid. “I can take them.” You tell them. Both of them keep trying to convince you to wait for them. It started to frustrate you so you pulled out your coms and stepped on it.

You rush in and you’re able to take down ten of the Hydra agents, but then they are able to start overwhelming you. The remaining five were able to overtake you. One was able to get you down on your knees. One agent kneed you in the jaw almost causing you to bite off your tongue. You have blood in your mouth before you're completely knocked down. They don’t stop the beating there. They start kicking you. Several kicks to the head have you disoriented and barely conscious.

One rolls you on your back as you spit some blood out. You can barely see but you can make out the silhouette of a gun. Just before he is about to discharge his weapon you can hear the distinct whooshing sound of Steve’s shield. It barely misses the man as he gets a shot off but it is enough for him to miss his main target, your head. The bullet hits your shoulder making you cry out. Before Steve can get another throw off the man is able to get off three more shots. Two hitting you in the lower stomach and one in your upper stomach lower chest area.

All you can do is whimper in pain as you’re sure that the last one hit your lung. You can hear Steve taking out the remaining agents. As he does the door slams open and you hear Bucky yell out for you and that is the last thing that you remember. He sees you in a puddle of blood barely moving as he falls down next to you. He puts his hands over your wounds trying to stop the bleeding. One of the hostages comes over to you. “I’m a doctor, I can help.” So he and Bucky get to work on stabilizing you and being able to move you.

They are able to get you out of there with the hostages. Once everyone is on the quinjet and it has taken off the doctor does everything he can to keep you alive long enough to get you to the compound so that you get the help that is needed. On the journey back you flatlined three times but the doctor was able to get you back each time. Luckily they keep blood for each avengers blood type on the quinjets in case of emergencies.

Once the quinjet lands the doors are quickly opened and the team of doctors waiting move in and take you straight into surgery in hopes of saving your life. Bucky and Steve make their way into the waiting room where the other avengers are waiting. Everyone has a somber look on their face. The team was notified that someone was injured badly but they weren’t informed who. As they see the two men they know that it was you who was hurt.

Seconds later the door to the waiting room slams open. Wanda and Natasha come running through the door. They look around and spot Bucky and Steve and their hearts drop. They know it was you. You were the one who was hurt and could possibly not make it though. The team was told it was bad and that whoever was hurt may not make it through.

“W-what happened?” Wanda stuttered out tears in her eyes. Bucky quickly moves towards them and points at them. “This is your fault. Both of you. Get the fuck out of here before I make you.” Bucky yells at them. Natasha steps in front of Wanda and gets closer to Bucky. “We aren’t leaving.” She stands her ground. “If it wasn’t for you two she would be fine. You broke her. You broke my sister. You don’t deserve to be here.” Tears prick at Bucky’s eyes. After everything that you and him had been through you don’t deserve this. “She didn’t care about her safety. She ran in there without backup because she didn’t care to live anymore. She became reckless, no care if she lived or died. If my sister dies it will be all your fault and I could never forgive you. Now get the hell out of here before I make you!” Bucky continues to yell at the women. Natasha stands stoic but Wanda pulls her to leave. Not wanting to upset the room.

They exit the room together. Natasha is doing everything she can to keep herself together and not break down. The door swings open and Clint steps out after the two. Natasha turns to him and she sees the disappointed look in his eyes. “I-” Clink cuts her off, raising his hand. “Natasha you are my best friend but Bucky is right about some things. What you two did to her was wrong. If you wanted to end things you should have done it the right way but you two were cowards. You truly broke her and even I’m not sure I forgive you for that right now. I still love you but you need to get your shit together.” Clint says giving Natasha and Wanda a reality check on just how much they fucked up. “I still love her.” Natasha whispered tears shining in her eyes. “Well if you do then you need to work on that. God forbid she doesn’t die in there and she actually agrees to even see you let alone forgive you you have a lot of work to do. She didn’t deserve any of that and you don’t deserve her. She was too good for you. If she does by miracle make it through you fix it. Both of you.” Clint finishes before turning to head back into the waiting room. “She was too good for either of us, we didn't deserve her.” Wanda says as she cries holding back a sob. Clint stops with his hand on the door. “I hope you both have the chance to fix this.” Was the last thing he said before entering the room again.

Bucky never let Wanda and Natasha be around you. You have been in the hospital for a month now but you still haven’t woken up. Everyone was happy you were alive but still scared. They don’t know if there is going to be any long term effects if you wake up. The two women sneak in to see you late at night when the rest of the team is asleep. Sometimes Bucky is sleeping in your room so they stay outside. It breaks their hearts to see you like this. All the tubes sticking out of you and your unmoving form in the bed. They can really see how fragile you look laying in the bed. It is obvious to them that you had lost weight and not just from being in the hospital but because of them. They vow that they will spend the rest of their lives trying to make it better and to get you back.

Another month passes with no changes. The women have been able to spend the nights with you since Bucky was sent on a mission. He fought to stay but Fury gave him no choice. Tonight is like every other night. Both women are sitting and reading listening to the steady rhythm of your heart beat. It is comforting to them to hear that your heart is still beating that you are still here with them.

But this night is different from the others. They are startled to hear a groan coming from the bed. Both of them drop their books, not caring as they tumble to the floor. “Detka?” Wanda questions. Your throat burns and you feel groggy. It is hard to open your eyes or even open your mouth. You hear the words but your brain is sluggish and takes a minute to register. Once your brain catches up to the words you try and respond. “N-no-not y-your d-det-detka” Your voice is hoarse and you stutter your words. “Y/n/n don’t speak.” Natasha tells you. Your eyes finally blinking open to look at the women who are staring at you with joy and concern etched into their faces.

Natasha gets up and quickly fills a cup with water and puts a straw in it. “Drink this.” You want to refuse her but your burning throat tells you to do what you are told. She holds the straw to your lips and you hesitantly take it and sip the water. The water hurts your sore throat at first but soon soothes it. You quickly start to suck it down not realizing how thirsty you were until you had the water. “Slow down detka you will make yourself sick.” Natasha tells you. You slow down to a stop knowing that she is right.

“S-stop ca-calling me that.” The stutter is getting better and you still croak out your words but you sound slightly better than before. The women look at you sadly but nod in understanding. “W-why are y-you here?” You ask the women. They look between each other and back to you. “We love you Y/n.” Wanda tells you. “And we just want to help and take care of you. Y/n/n you have been in a coma for 2 months.” Natasha adds. You're shocked to hear how long you had been out for but you scoff at the rest. That hurts your throat but you ignore it.

Your body has mostly healed in the two months that you have been out. The only question was if you would ever wake up and would you still be you. No one could know but they can see that you are still there. You may have a stutter but you're alive and talking and that is all that matters at the moment.

“W-wh-why?” There are tears in your eyes when you look at the women. Begging for the explanation that you never got the one you thought you never wanted. Natasha sighs and looks down, not able to look you in the eye. She tries to take your hand but you flinch away. “We were hurt when you were gone so long. That is no excuse for what we did. We still love you. We fell into our own routine. We never meant for it to go this far. To hurt you this much. You don’t have to forgive us, but we will do everything in our power to prove to you that we are sorry. What we did to you was wrong.” Natasha sniffles and finally looks at you with tears in her eyes. “I never deserved your love.”

As much as you were hurt by them, her words broke your heart. “You are too good for us.” Wanda adds tears streaming down her face. “Y-you di-did. I-I-I” The stuttering is frustrating you. “L-love you.” You finish. “B-but I-I do-don’t know i-if I c-can for-forgive you.” You cry as you say the words. You love them with all your heart but they hurt you. They threw your relationship away because they were hurt. Hurt over something you can’t control. Over the job that you all share.

Both women cry but nod. “We understand.” Wanda tells you. She reaches out for your hand and this time you let her hold it. Natasha follows suit. You three are crying even if it is hard, this was needed. As you calm down you speak again. “I-I ne-need time. Pl-please g-go.” The women understand. Each kissing your cheeks before letting go of your hands. Natasha hits the call button before they both make their exit before the team of doctors rush to your side.

The doctors rush in and are surprised to see you awake and concerned to see you crying. The women watched from outside the door hiding from plain sight. They don’t know if they will ever have you back but they will try with all their power to get you back. They just hope they can show you how sorry they are.

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yaesnovels · 1 year

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. THE KAVEH WAY !

synopsis: after being married for quite some time, you and alhaitham decide to expand your family and try for a baby – unfortunately, things don’t work out as you imagine for a bit. after a short chat with kaveh, alhaitham decides to try switching up things a little and try the kaveh way while trying to get you pregnant – letting loose completely and making you feel absolutely loved and cherished.

cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used but only in the beginning; mentions of pregnancy, trying for a baby, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), pet names (god there’s so many; baby, babe, sweetheart, good girl, my queen, honey, princess), slight degradation (he calls you his pretty slut once or twice lol), aftercare

minors, please do not interact. i‘m okay with likes because i don‘t go through those but do not interact with my blog via reblogs or comments.

wc; 2.6k

alhaitham was rolling his eyes when he heard kaveh’s laugh, the blond architect acting to be wiping tears off his cheeks. “so, you’re actually telling me that you were completely relying on logic with this whole thing?”

“yeah, so? what’s so wrong about it?”, alhaitham argued back, it simply just made so much more sense for him to get real with facts and logic about your mutual decision to try for a baby, after being married for quite some time and being absolutely ready and sure about it. “it doesn’t really make sense to try when she isn’t even able to get pregnant, so what’s the problem here?”

“alhaitham, you’re such an idiot, oh god”, kaveh laughed. “so, you guys have only been having regular fucks whenever she was ovulating and didn’t even pay attention on how you were feeling at all? of course things wouldn’t work out like that!”

that made the scribe think – no, neither of you had really considered that your emotions and the intimacy throughout the process of trying. the more kaveh spoke on what to pay attention to, alhaitham was absolutely sure on what to do – well, luckily, you were ovulating anyway. he couldn’t totally let go of relying on logic with this.

he might as well make things up to you for not paying attention to you as much as he should have as your husband. and he might as well try the kaveh way of things to get your mutual dream come true.

–

the moment you were back home, alhaitham pulled you inside the house, close to himself and lifting up your chin as he kissed you. he kissed you, oh, so softly, he hadn’t been this gentle with you in such a long time.

you knew that he had been absolutely busy with the akademiya falling apart so he was insanely stressed out with the sudden workload. so, the whole baby making thing you were both excited about had been a complete disappointment so far – he probably didn’t even realize how much the stress affected his mood and you didn’t really want to talk to him about it either.

he was going to realize it sooner or later and it appeared that just now, he did realize it. “i’m so sorry for neglecting you recently”, he mumbled, burying his face against your neck. “i’ve been a terrible husband, haven’t i?”

“well, i wouldn’t say terrible because either way, i love you, but yeah, the last couple of weeks were somewhat lonely for me”, you replied, voice soft as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying your best not to sound too sad about the whole situation.

“i love you”, alhaitham said, planting yet another kiss on your lips before he pulled you inside to the kitchen where you were met with an already prepared, candlelit dinner that had you look at him with so much love in your eyes.

“this all looks so great, thank you, my love”, you smiled, sitting down, as you immediately dived in, groaning at how good it all tasted. “this is amazing.”

“of course, love. you deserve all the best.”

–

after dinner, he pulled out some wine as he put on some of the sensual music he got from kaveh (which he only accepted reluctantly, after deciding it was time to pamper you since he didn’t get to do that for so long now).

“going all out tonight, aren’t you?”, you teased, “well, it wouldn’t be fair if i were to let you do everything right?”

you finally returned from the bedroom you had buried yourself in after dinner, wearing one of the sets of dark red lingerie your friends had jokingly gifted you for your wedding. alhaitham gulped at the sight, you were looking so gorgeous in that soft silk, it was so hard for him not to pull you on his lap and rip that fabric off.

you grabbed the glass of wine alhaitham had already poured as you sat on the couch next to him, drinking a sip to calm your nerves – it had been so long since alhaitham truly paid attention to you, which you didn’t blame him for. it just simply affected how easily shy you got around him; something you had gotten over with after a while of being with him.

“you’re so beautiful, baby”, he mumbled, “i missed you so much the last couple of weeks. everything was just so stressful, i’m sorry for not paying attention to you more.”

“it’s alright”, you replied, placing the glass on the table, pulling him on top of you, giggling as you noticed how taken aback he was about that. you had your legs wrapped around his hips, laying down on the couch before you kissed him. you only realized in that moment how much you had missed your gentle and doting husband.

though, the only thing you did not realize was that this piece of lingerie that didn’t really cover anything of your skin and beautiful body was letting out the pussydrunk beast he tried so hard to push away from coming out.

he deepened the kiss, one hand softly lingering over your legs, as the other one was pulling down the fabric to reveal your nipples which he just started to play around with, pinching, sucking, biting on them, having you writhe around. the more he went down on you, he noticed the beautiful scent coming from your body, he assumed a perfume that had an undertone of some sort of aphrodisiac because it made him go so feral out of nowhere, pulling off the panties covered by the short dress.

“you’re so gorgeous, baby”, he mumbled against your thighs, and leaving a soft kiss on your clit. “i can’t wait to pamper you like you deserve, my queen.”

alhaitham didn’t care how messy he was when he was fucking you with his tongue, thumb circling your clit and he was holding your thighs apart with his tight grip, already so pussydrunk with your taste and he was unsure if he would be able to stop.

“feels good, honey? i can tell by your cute noises, baby, oh you sound so good. it’s been so long since i last got to taste you, hasn’t it? i missed the way you taste and the way you pull my hair when you get so needy, baby”, he talked you through your first orgasm of the night, you were shaking and your eyes had gotten all teary.

“alhaitham”, you whimpered out his name, body relaxing as you calmed down. “please.”

“please, what, lovely?”, he questioned, teasing you with a soft giggle. “just kidding, honey. let’s move to our bedroom, shall we?”

he had you thrown over his shoulder, having you laugh as he tickled you and then put you down on the bed, before he laid down on top of you, caressing your cheek. “i keep on repeating this but archons, i’m so in love with you, baby”, he whispered, “i can’t imagine spending my life without you anymore.”

“i love you, too”, you replied, kissing him so passionately when you were turning you both around, sitting down on your husband’s lap as you pulled the silk over your body, all naked on top of him and you couldn’t help the heat rushing up your cheeks as you realized that alhaitham was still in his clothes.

“not fair”, you mumbled, unbuttoning his dress shirt, before he sat up to pull the fabric off his body. you leaned down to press soft kisses over his skin, down to his abs, still so mesmerized by how toned his body was despite being a researcher and mostly sitting in his office doing paperwork.

“you know what’s not fair, love? the fact that you try to pamper me when tonight was supposed to be all about you. and since i know you love me being rough”, he interrupted himself as he pushed you back down on the bed, keeping your wrists pinned against the soft mattress, “i will just use you until i fuck a baby into you.”

you rolled your eyes back as he spoke, the thought of you finally getting pregnant after trying for so long had you whine in need; you just wanted him to fill you up over and over until you couldn’t take anything anymore.

alhaitham pulled his pants down and threw them off the bed, grabbing your hips to lift you up and thrust deep inside of you, having you cry out as you pulled him closer to you. “please, fuck me”, you whimpered, the needy gaze you had in your eyes were simply making him go feral on you, rough and hard thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin had you so weak in the knees.

“archons, you feel so good around me, honey”, he groaned, keeping up his relentless pace as you buried your nails into his back. “go on, babe, leave your marks on my back. go crazy, i don’t mind. i love the sweet pain you make me feel. beg for me to make you come and cream on my cock. beg for me to come deep inside you, to get you pregnant with my baby. you want that so bad don’t you, baby? you want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

“please, i need it so bad. wanna make you- make you a daddy”, you babbled, your brain no longer properly functioning as the attention he gave you and your pleasure was making you feel dizzy, tears rolling down your eyes.

“oh, honey, you will. don’t worry, you definitely will. even if it doesn’t work out this time, i promise you, i won’t give it a break until we make our dream come true”, he calmed you down, slowing down with his thrusts to give you his full attention again. “shh, baby, don’t cry, love.” his voice was so soft and he stopped his movements for a moment, pulling out as he realized you were actually crying and those weren’t tears coming solely from pleasure.

“need me to stop?”, he asked then, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. you shook your head no. “shh, what happened, love?”

“the thought… of not being able to get pregnant and giving you what you want”, you mumbled, “you wouldn’t leave me if i weren’t able to get–”

“hey, hey, no. stop right there, love. there is nothing in this world that could make me love you less, especially just because this didn’t work out. i would never leave you for something as simple as this. i love you too much to do something like that. i’d rather get old with you alone instead of leaving you because i couldn’t get you pregnant.”

he left soft kisses on your face, making you giggle while your sobs stopped and you calmed down again. “archons, that must’ve ruined the mood now”, you mumbled.

“what are you talking about, babe?”, he smirked, leaning down to kiss you on your lips. “i recall promising you to pamper you like you deserve, didn’t i? and believe me, i intend to keep that promise.”

–

he was manhandling you like it was no struggle for him at all – lifting your legs to get you into a mating press, your hips up as you were laying on you stomach as he fucked you from behind. alhaitham was not hesitant to let you know who‘s in control in this situation, having you at his complete mercy as he made you gush around him over and over again.

“oh, you feel so good, princess. take it like the good girl you are, sweetheart”, he moaned, “mhm, good job, honey. you‘re doing so amazing for me, taking your husband‘s cock like the good and pretty little slut you are. you’re my good little slut, aren‘t you, baby?” he chuckled as you nodded in agreement, brain totally empty from all sort of thoughts.

“good girl”, he groaned, intertwining your hands as he leaned down to kiss you on your soft, yet somewhat swollen lips from all the kissing sessions you had in your breaks. “oh, archons, i’m so obsessed with kissing you, honey.”

you were pretty much unable to reply at this point – brain totally clouded from how good and exhausted you were feeling.

“look at how much you’re coming for me, honey. look how much of a mess we made here”, he mumbled against your neck, watching how his cum leak out your cunt, before he scooped up some of it with his fingers and pushed them inside of you. you had lost all track of time and you were sure it had been a couple of hours since he had started ravaging you.

“sensitive”, you whimpered out, brain unable to process anything else. it had been a bit since all power had left your body and you were just laying there, taking it like his good girl he loved to praise you as.

“oh, love, did you think i was done? that’s cute”, alhaitham giggled before he thrusted his cock back inside, “i’m not going to stop.”

your eyes widened, the overstimulation had you look at him somewhat in fear of what to expect. you couldn’t remember the last time he had made you shake so intensely, make you come over and over until you were nothing but his good girl, his good little slut, clenching around him so tightly as he had you at his mercy.

“what is it, sweetheart? am i scaring you, baby? good. you’re all mine. you deserve such a good fuck for being such a good girl for me, lovely.” he let our a groan as he - once again - buried his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls white. “come for me, baby, just take it all and come for me.”

the moment you gushed around his cock, crying out his name and sobbing in pleasure, he just watched you unfold, losing all control of yourself as you submitted to the way he made you feel so good.

“you took my cock so good, honey. i’m so proud of you”, he mumbled, pulling out. “and if you this time did not work out, we‘ll try again. it‘s alright, sweetheart. it will happen eventually.”

he placed a hand on your tummy, thumb softly caressing the naked skin. “one day it will work out.”

–

“relax, sweetheart. i know this was a lot to take in, i don‘t really know what came over me tonight”, alhaitham calmed you down as he hugged you tight from behind as you both sank into the bath. “feel good honey?”

you nodded, closing your eyes as you relaxed against him, your tense muscles turning into mush as he simply made you feel so giggly and happy. “i have a good feeling about tonight, y‘know? i feel like this time it will have worked out”, you said.

“we‘ll see, honey. and even if not, it‘s perfectly fine”, he whispered, making you shiver at how deep his voice was. it was a reminder of all the promises he made; how they were always kept and came true eventually. and you knew that this one, no matter how long it’ll take, wouldn’t be broken either.

a/n: inspired by jake and amy from b99 trying to get pregnant. i have no idea what came over me with this one. it just happened.

#. flowers for : alhaitham !#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham smut #genshin fanfiction #alhaitham fanfiction #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you

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Coffee shop crush · Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia and reader finally meet each other in a coffee shop (fluffy)

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This has been the fourth time in a row this week, seeing her in my local coffee shop. I walked in with my hands in the pockets of my coat, looking around hoping to find my usual seat by the window empty. But to my surprise it was taken. Taken by who, you might wonder. Taken by the pretty blonde who’s been staring at me since I’ve walked in.

I tried to keep my composure knowing that if I looked back and returned the glances, I might make a fool out of myself. She was holding a cup of coffee in one hand while holding a phone in the other, frowning at whatever she was watching on the screen in her hands and shaking her head every few seconds. I felt a frown creeping on my own face after realizing her attention had shifted to something else, something other than me. I continued my secretive glances hoping she wouldn’t notice how I’ve almost analyzed her entire existence.

‘'Miss? Would you still like to order?’’ I turned my head after hearing the barista in front of me trying to get my attention. ‘’Yes, sorry.’’ I began, internally swearing at myself for being so caught up in this stranger. I tried looking for another seat after making my order, a bit sad at the fact that I won’t be sitting in my favorite seat. I still hoped the blonde was enjoying the amazing view instead of me, but I doubted that. The frown on her face was still present, frustrated eyes replacing the sneaky ones she had when I walked in.

I saw someone getting up from their seat once I retrieved my coffee, right in the front next to the woman my eyes have been glued on for the past minutes. The empty seat was calling for my name. The blonde put her phone down once I walked past her to take place. A shy smile grew on her soft face, her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she was fidgeting with the gold rings she had on her fingers. I returned the smile and turned around. Did I just turn around?

‘'Joder (fuck)’’ I raised my eyebrows after hearing the blonde woman behind me curse softly. I haven’t been living that long in Barcelona, but I certaintly knew what that meant. I hesitated before turning around, not sure if it was my business to ask her if something was wrong. But I did. Her hazel eyes were wide open, and a playful smile replaced the shy one she had given me a few seconds ago. ‘’This is your seat, isn’t it?’’ She giggled.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me, even though her eyes were literally staring into mine, and looked around to make sure. ‘’I’m talking to you’’ She said, the smile on her face growing wider as her pearly whites were on full display. I shook my head while hoping the blush on my cheeks wasn’t that visible. ‘’I mean, it’s not my seat.’’ I replied. ‘’I’ve seen you around here a couple of times, I wanted to see what’s so special about it.’’ The blonde admitted while looking past me. The roaming streets of Barcelona were right in front of our eyes, the windows of the coffee shop separating us. Everyone had their own thing going on.

‘’I hope you’re enjoying it’’ I sincerely said while looking in her warm eyes, the lines around them made her so much more charming. She smiled down at her phone ‘’I must say I haven’t really been appreciating it.’’ She replied and turned her screen to show me. She was watching a football match from what I was able to see. Pretty random if you ask me, it was a Wednesday morning. I didn’t know they played matches this early.

‘’That looks nice as well?’’ I hesitantly said not really knowing if she indeed was having a good time. She let out a soft laugh, ‘’Nice’’ She murmured before she took a sip of her hot drink. The blonde extended her arm after putting the green cup down. I shook her hand, feeling her slightly larger hand engulf mine firmly for a second or two. ‘’My name is Alé.’’ I nodded and gave her a smile before giving her my name. We continued sipping on our coffee as we sat in the small coffee shop in the center of Barcelona.

‘’Feel free to take a seat’’ She proposed as she was pointing to the empty space next to her. ‘’I still feel bad for taking your place.’’ The mischievous look on her face was telling me she wasn’t that sorry about it. Her eyes were fixed on the almost empty cup of coffee while she was waiting for me to move. I of course did without a second thought, our knees brushing as I sat down. I felt her warmth radiating off of her making me instantly feel at ease. The nerves I had were completely gone now. I attentively listened to Alé as she was sharing stories about the place she grew up in, a place not so far from here. She said that she was visiting it later today and asked me to show her pictures of home, something she was really curious about. I guess my accent threw her off a bit.

The atmosphere between us shifted. The sneaky glances turned into shy, warm ones as the time went by. Her hand brushed my shoulder while she was laughing at a confession I made. ‘’Hey, I have a confession to make as well.’’ Her flushed face got closer to mine and I leaned in mimicking her. I felt her warm breath on my neck as she got closer and whispered in my ear. ‘’I knew this was your seat. I just didn’t know how to approach you.’’

I rolled my eyes at her distancing us to give her a little shove. She let out a small laugh and squeezed my hand that was resting on the table. ‘’So, you made me feel like a psychopath over nothing?’’ I asked, referring to my creepy staring. She shook her head and shrugged ‘’I mean, I was staring pretty hard as well wasn’t i?’’

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piichuu · 7 months

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♡ BACK IN HIS ARMS - CHUUYA NAKAHARA

WARNINGS: spoilers if you haven’t watched episode 61 of bsd. fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 573

NOTES: i wrote this when the last episode of s5 dropped like a month ago

the sound of the front door opening is what causes you to open your eyes after a few hours of much needed sleep. it’s been a struggle to not stay awake since your boyfriend disappeared without a word. none of his co-workers have answered their phones either nor his friends, so the fact that you for once got some sleep was a first.

as the door creaks open, you sit up in bed and slowly make your way out of the bedroom, trying to stay quiet as the one walking inside your apartment could be anyone. there is a key in your hand as that is the only thing you could find as a weapon and your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“darling?” that’s his voice. you immediately drop the keys and with quick steps make your way into the hallway were chuuya is standing with his long ginger hair that is no longer hidden by the hat that he has now put away. “chuuya?” you run into his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck, not being able to stop the tears that begin to stream down your cheeks.

he stumbles backwards but is quick to stabilize himself as he puts his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry for just leaving like that, i had to help dazai with something,” chuuya mumbles as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “that idiot keeps getting himself into these stupid situations.”

you can’t help but relax in his warm embrace. the amounts of sleepless nights you’ve had have all been worth it now when he’s back here and holds you close. “i couldn’t tell you anything even if i trust you more than anyone else, it was a life or death situation for dazai and i had to help him, i’m sorry for worrying you,” he whispers while slightly pulling away so he can cup your face.

his lips curl up into a slight smile as his thumbs rubs against your cheeks to wipe the tears away. “are you mad?” chuuya asks, his own eyes watering as he watches the tears continue to fall from yours while you shake your head. “no, you’ll have to explain more though, i’ve been really worried about you. i wish you could’ve told me something at least so i’d know you’d be away for a while.”

“i know, i’m so sorry darling. i’ll explain everything to you, i promise,” he presses a kiss to your forehead before fully pulling away to untie his shoes and take them off. “did i wake you up?”

you shrug your shoulders and reach for his hand, needing to be close in some way now that he’s finally back home. “i don’t really care, i’m just happy that you’re home. i’ll be able to fall back asleep now when you’re here,” you smile softly and he chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“okay, that’s good,” he places a kiss to your cheek and allows you to lead him into the bedroom where the two of you lay down in bed, crawling under the covers. “i’ve missed you a lot, my love.”

his arms once again wrap around your waist as you lay your head on his clothed chest. “i won’t ever leave like that again, i promise. i will tell you everything that’s happened tomorrow, but let’s just sleep now that we’re finally together again.”

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kausstar · 16 days

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LOVER BOY.

⟡ KID x f! reader￨nsfw + sfw content￨wc: 1k > lı|lı|l hey lover — the daughter of eve.

his nights have always been sleepless and miserable— something’s never change, but the fact he spends them with you makes them less lonely.

cw. kissing / making out. no monkey man spoilers. unprotected. creampie cuz i can’t resist. L bomb while you ride him :((. reader and kid are kinda playful and grin a lot during cuz it’s canon. i am not responsible for your media consumption!! black reader in mind but anyone can read! mwah!

𝓴aus. y’all please. i haven’t written anything this long in two months… think i’m losing my touch. * starts crying in corner *

୨୧ FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ARE HEAVY APPRECIATED.

before he meet you, there wasn’t much to his night but loud men snoring and screaming inside of his head. they felt lonely, empty and tiring. the wind outside of the windows were quieter to him because of the menacing memories of his mother pounding against his skull. then, his breathing would pick up, heart would pump too much blood inside and out of it at once, and his eyes wouldn’t dare creek shut.

but now, the bedroom inside of your apartment fell quiet, your warm body wrapped in his didn’t leave him lonely, but something’s still remained the same, like the pounding of his chest and his daring eyes. you notice. you always do whether he’s sitting on the opposite side of the room or laying down next to you. he knew you noticed when he feels the hand that was once laying across his chest, run up it until you get to his bearded face and you run your thumb along his cheek.

your relaxed body doesn’t move a muscle against his—almost as if the movement of your hand was a subconscious decision. and, your touch is affective, leading his breathing to become steady slowly. he hates to keep you up so he’s quick to grab your wrist lightly and bring it to his lips, placing a kiss to it. “sleep,” he whispers, not even completely sure if you can hear him.

“you first,” you mumble, gaining an instant reaction of light laughter from him. he holds your hand close to his heart as your eyes flicker open and you look up towards him. he turns his head and looks down to meet your gaze. the two of you look at each other through the darkness in the room. “you know i can’t,” he whispers. “i’ve seen you,” you grin up at him, teasingly. “for an hour,” he grins back, shooting you a look.

you feel a light touch of his warm hand on your back as he rubs up and down. his scars giving you an extra layer of comfort that it’s him. you lightly sigh from the sensation and defeat. knowing how affective your loving methods can be, you slip your hand from his grip and you run your fingers through the short hairs on the nip of his neck before leaning in the kiss him. it’s soft and tender, but sloppy and sensual. it nearly gets him going until he realizes how late it is and how tired you must be. he slowly steadies the kiss and pulls away. “you sure?” he asks, eyes soft at the looks of you.

you don’t respond at first, only throwing your leg across his hips to straddle him. “i’m sure,” you reassure before connecting your lips back to his in a hungry kiss. his hands don’t hesitate to meet your hips, his scars grazing your skin. you moan into his mouth as your clothed pussy rocks back and forth on his growing bulge. with need, his hands slightly pushed you down onto him, creating more friction between the two of you.

you don’t allow it to last long, stopping your moving hips and removing your mouth from his to mumble out, “take them off.” he moves to take them off, allowing himself to be freed from the fabric. you reach back to touch him, soon after. his hands find their way up your shirt, grazing and taking a hand full of your breast behind it as he groans. you lean into him more and move your hips down to be able to slip him in, but your panties are in the way.

seeing as your hands are a occupied with holding yourself up and angling him where you want him, he aids. pulling his hands from your shirt to move them away from your pussy. he notices how slick you are when you push his tip to your entrance and slowly inch him in further. the both of moan in response to feeling one another, warm breath on each others faces. once he’s snug inside, you sit up enough to be able to rock your hips comfortably but still take him deep.

your hands find home in his hair as you meet his lips and rock your hips into him—drawing his cock inside and out of you, moans slipping from your lips. his arms wrap around your back to bring you closer to his chest, needing you to be closer. your bodies are covered in sweat as your hips grind into him, taking him as deep as you can. his cock blurs your vision slightly and flogs your brain.

meanwhile, he’s suffocating in you. the feeling of your hands through his hair, the sweet scent of your body wash, the taste of your lips, the softness of your skin, the warmth of your pussy, the sounds slipping from lips traveling onto his. he’s damn near overwhelmed, but he knows he wants more—forever even. one of his hand quickly moves from your around your body to your face. “i-i love you,” he mumbles onto your lips. your hips continue their upward and downward movements as you smile against his lips.

“i love you too,” you say after pulling away briefly. “really?” he questions, grinning against your lips, groan slipping from his. “d-don’t ask stupid questions,” you roll your eyes, deepening the kiss in attempts to shut him up. he notices your attempt and only obliges, allowing your tongues to search one another mouths. your focus is now pulled back to your building orgasms that seem to be catching up soon.

your hips move faster, pussy squeezing on him as you get closer. he takes notice to it, feeling himself become closer right behind you. the curve his cock catching a certain spot on your insides that makes you whine out. you disconnect your lips from his as you come, allowing your moans to bounce off the walls. he isn’t far behind before he’s burying his face into your neck, moaning into it as he releases inside of you.

you rock your hips lightly as the two of come down from your highs. as if he can’t get enough, he meets your lips in a small kiss. one hand on his face, you hum into the kiss with satisfaction. “think you can sleep now?” you say, thumb running across his wet lips. “for a little,” he says in response.

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cod-dump · 7 months

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A Married Man

(Inspiration struck me in the dead of night)

———

Soap had been flirting with Ghost for a while, and the man had returned most of his advancements with jokes and more flirtation. But then things started to get serious and there was something obviously bothering Ghost.

Finally, he sat Soap down one evening, nervous and having a difficult time holding Soap’s gaze.

“Johnny, I have something I need to tell you. I should have told you already and I can’t avoid it any longer.”

Soap grew nervous, worried, as Ghost spoke.

“What is it? You can talk to me about anything.”

“I… God, there is no easy way to say this… I’m married.”

Soap stares at Ghost, expecting laughter because this had to be a joke. This was a fucking joke.

“You’re married?”

Ghost was quick to explain, making Soap realize that it was in fact not a joke.

“We got married years ago! We were deep undercover, shit happened, and we got married. It was to keep our cover so we had a legit wedding… and we haven’t gotten a divorce yet.”

Soap blinks, “Mission? Are you married to someone I know?”

Ghost shrinks, “Yes…”

“What the fuck— And you both had been keeping this from me?! Who is it?”

Ghost chews on his lip as he turns away, “I should’ve told you with him. He would’ve been able to explain it better…”

Soap blinks before it hits him. He stares blankly, not sure how to respond. Ghost was obviously nervous, now refusing to look at Soap. Soap looks away from him, staring at nothing in particular as he processed everything.

“This… oh my god-“

Soap gets up and Ghost starts talking again.

“I should’ve told you long ago! Fuck- We should’ve ended the marriage by now!”

Ghost stands and Soap turns to him and hugs him.

“I need to process this, okay? I’ll- We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Ghost is stunned as Soap pulls away and leaves the room. Soap couldn’t think about anything other than the situation. He knows Ghost is losing his mind back in his room, but Soap couldn’t think of much other than the fact that the man he’s been seeing was married. And married to—

“Oh my god-“

Soap stops when he sees the man in question right in front of him. Minding his own busy, Nik talking to him about something rather unimportant. Well, it was unimportant at the moment.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

Price and Nik stop walking and turn. Price blinks, taking a good look at Soap before he understands what is happening. Nik looks at Soap before looking at Price and just grins.

“Oooo-“

“Nik, not now-“

“When were you going to tell me?! Just carry on like nothing- Like I haven’t been fucking dating your husband?!”

Price looks around them, “Wouldn’t you rather have this conversation somewhere more private?”

“I thought you were married to Nik?!”

Price sighs as Nik continues grinning, the man deciding to cut off Price from speaking.

“On all levels except legally, we’re married.”

Soap stares at Price. Price groans as the man silently presses for him to say something, anything that would explain everything.

“Let’s go to my office. Except you, go to bed.”

Nik pouts , “You’re forcing me to miss the fun?”

“Go.”

Nik sighs dramatically before he leaves, snickering as he continues down the hall. Soap doesn’t take his eyes off of Price for a moment as they head to his office. As soon as the door closed, Soap cornered Price.

“What. The. Fuck?!”

Price was acting much calmer than what Ghost had, though given they were in two very different positions given their situation, “What exactly did he tell you?”

“That you two got married during mission to keep your cover.”

“Hm, yea, that sums it up.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Six-seven years. Though we lived together during that mission for three, married for the last year.”

Soap had to sit down, unable to stand. He chose the couch given it was closest and sat down, leaning against it with his jaw hung open. Price, still keeping an annoyingly calm composure, sits at his desk.

“Wales, 2016. Small shit town with some terrorist crawling all over it. Had to get in and figure out exactly what was happening. Simon and I were placed together by Morris and clearly he didn’t think of how suspicious two fit, military men were showing up out if nowhere and moving into a house together. So, we decided to play as a couple wanting to start a life together.”

Soap blinks, “And that worked?”

“Surprisingly. Though after a year and a half of less than good acting, people started getting suspicious. So I decided to make a showy proposal to get things back on track.”

Soap couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “God…”

“Bought a fucking expensive ring, too. Silver, black diamond-“

Soap sits up straight, “No fucking way- He fucking wears that thing all the time!”

Price blinks in surprise, “You’re joking.”

“No! On leave, on our personal days, on our fucking dates-“

Price wheezes, “Guess I did a too good of a job finding something his taste! I thought he would’ve sold the thing by now! Good few thousand on that ring.”

“He told me it was custom.”

“It was. Go big or go home, and a proposal must be big.”

“God you’re extra.”

Price smirks, “What Kate says. You should’ve seen the wedding.”

“Fuck… Can’t believe it… I’ve been fucking the captain’s husband.”

Price laughs and Soap groans out. This was a lot to take in.

Price calms after a good bit of laughter, sighing and leaning back in his chair, “God, can’t believe it took this fucking long for him to tell you! Wait… where is Simon?”

Soap’s eyes widen and he jumps up, “Fuck- Talk to you later! I left him stewing too long!”

Soap runs out of the office without another word, running all the way back to Ghost’s room. He didn’t knock, just barged in and surprised the fuck out of Ghost. One panic attack after a narrowly missed thrown knife and Soap is curled up with Ghost on the floor, his blanket pulled off the bed and wrapped around them.

Ghost was clinging to Soap, head tucked under his chin as Soap held him close.

“Shouldn’t have left like that…”

Ghost mumbles against Soap’s chest, “It was a lot to handle… should’ve done it with Price.”

“God… I still can’t believe you two assholes kept the fact that you’re married to yourselves this long!”

“I didn’t feel the need to say anything if Price wasn’t worried about it.”

Soap hums, “Fair… I have to know something… Did you two ever-?”

Ghost bites Soap and his sentence is forcefully cut off by a surprised yelp.

“Fucking feral shit-! STOP BITING-“

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lenoraah · 9 months

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𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮

pairing - ollie bearman x reader

summary - reader finishes her finals and finally has time to visit her boyfriend, luckily his birthday is the same day her flight lands.

a/n - hi! this is my first motorsport x insert reader. i hope that it’s some what good and would really appreciate it if you have some feedback and would share it :)

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”Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Ah! Dino don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” The brown haired boy smiles sheepishly as he puts his hands up in defense, making the groceries bags slide down onto his forearms. “But seriously what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Ollie’s birthday since I just finished my finals. I thought it would be a good time since we haven’t seen each other in so long.” Y/n fails to hide the happy smile on her face and is clearly oblivious of the fact that her cheeks were a bright pink color.

The baby blue gift bag that is overstuffed with white tissue paper is being shifted from hand to hand is making it obvious to Dino that she is somewhat nervous even though her face is screaming happiness.

“That’s great. This is great. You’re great. Wait- no, I mean the fact that you’re here. Because Ollie hasn’t been able to stop talking about you all season. Also you are great. Sorry I’m so confused now,” Dino babbles as he shoves his key into the lock of his and Ollie’s current shared apartment. He pushes the door open with his back and drops the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter.

Y/n follows him inside and balances the gift carefully in one hand while the other is busy shimmying off her shoes. She hops on one foot into the living room as Dino shuts the door behind her.

Once she has finally managed to take off her shoes and set them by the door next to the pile of Dino and Ollie’s shoes, Y/n takes off her coat and draped it over a stool at the counter.

She looks at the mess sound the apartment and internally cringes. The mess of racing attire scattered on the sofa. The stacks of documents and notes on the coffee table. The helmet on the floor next to a random dark green dog leash. Not to mention lots of random things laying around everywhere.

“Ollie should be in his room,” Dino walks past the girl with a pile of clothes in his arms.

“Okay, thanks.”

“I’m will be downstairs trying to do my laundry. Call me if he not there,”

“Got it.” Y/n nods to herself and gives him a thumbs up. “And, Dino. Don’t use too much laundry detergent. You remember what happen last summer.”

“Yep, I know. It was fun and all but I don’t want to clean up all of that again.” Dino nods and snatches his keys off the counter.

Y/n stands there waiting for him to leave as Dino stands opposite of her with a basket of dirty laundry. He says one more thing about not wanting to hear any surprises when he comes back. The y/h/c girl nods and shoves him out of the door before he can say anything else.

After she hears the lock click and the faint sound of footsteps disappearing, Y/n takes a deep breath before quietly walking towards Ollie’s room.

The door is slightly open which is enough for her to see that her boyfriend is curled up in his bed. It amazes her that no matter how loud her and Dino were that he is completely unfazed.

Y/n opens the door just enough for her to get in. She sits on the edge on the bed and runs her hand up and down Ollie’s back.

The boy shifts before he slowly rolls over and scowls at her. He face immediately changes into a smile when he realizes who it is.

“Hi,” He mumbles as Y/n gently runs a hand through his brown curls.

“Hi, honey.” She smiles at him and Ollie grabs her by the waist and sits up as he pulls her next to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s your birthday and I really wanted to see you. I missed you so much,”

“I could’ve come and visited you. You didn’t have to come all the way to Barcelona.”

Y/n chooses to ignore him before pressing a kiss on his forehead.

They sit with their backs against the bed headboard and stay in each other’s embrace for a while before Y/n reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the gift bag.

“I got you something,” Ollie takes the bag and puts it between them. He buries his face in her hair and presses a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You didn’t have too,”

“I know but it’s your eighteenth birthday so either it was mail you the gift or give it to you now.”

“Hm,”

“Go on, open it.”

“Okay,”

The boy slowly sets the tissue paper aside while looking at his girlfriend with an eyebrow raised.

Inside is a rectangular shaped wooden box with a painted red heart and a small cardboard box with a ribbon tied around it.

“What is this?” Ollie takes out the small cardboard box first and gives it a good look.

“I was in Ely shopping around on the weekend when I saw this little thing that reminded me of you.”

Y/n shrugs her shoulders with a cheeky smile on her face. Ollie opens the box and takes out a small cream colored bear shaped candle with a smile on its face with a bow around its neck .

“Y/n/n, love, no you didn’t.” Ollie let’s out a light chuckle as he looks at the candle.

“It’s cute, just like you.” Y/n taps his nose and tilts her head to the side with happy grin on her face.

Ollie’s cheeks flush a bright pink color as she teases him.

“What is this?” He takes the wooden box from the bottom of the bag and before he can unlatch the lock Y/n places her hand over his.

“Don’t open it yet,” Y/n gently takes his hand off and laces their fingers together.

“What is it?”

“It’s a bunch of letters I wrote you for different occasions when we can’t be together.” Y/n mumbles against his shoulder.

“This is really great. Really, really great. It’s like I’ll have a piece of you wherever I go.”

Y/n smiles and rubs his arm.

“I’m really glad that you like it.”

“I really do,” Ollie presses a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Ollie.”

He puts the two gifts back in the bag and sets it by the edge of the bed. Y/n curls under his arm and kisses the bare skin of his collarbone. She hides her face in his chest and takes in the smell of his cologne.

The same smell that she has missed for the past six months that she hasn't seen him.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too,”

The couple stay in each other’s embrace and share longing and loving looks. They both might be trying to make a life for themselves and have goals they both want to achieve but they were making time for each other and that was important. The other person was important and they were not going to give them up.

“Happy birthday Ollie,”

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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omg if your killer!Eddie requests are open, could you write one similar to 'how long?' where r stays up late when he goes out for you know what and when he comes back, he's kinda shocked to see her up and she asks what's going on?? he'll probably find some sneaky way out of it but I'm wondering what you think ab the situation :)

Hiii lovey!! Oh I love this because we know Eddie loves being able to look down at his watch and know what his wife is doing so I can imagine the look of pure shock when he comes home late and she’s awake! I hope you enjoy this!!💖

-find all things a Killer’s Love here✨

CW: Eddie is a serial killer, mentions of blood

A/N: I didn’t have it in me to make this angsty so it’s kinda fluffy but still gets the point across that even Eddie with his killer instincts can be taken off guard🙈

Eddie lets out a loud sigh as he takes his keys out of the ignition after he pulls into the garage, he rests his forehead on the steering wheel as he closes his eyes allowing the events of the evening to replay in his mind. James was supposed to be an easy task, it was supposed to be an in and out job but somehow it ended up with Eddie not only digging multiple holes in Hawkins’s oldest cemetery just to dispose of the man’s body but he also had to get rid of his new pair of boots thanks to the fact James was a bleeder, another thing Eddie wasn’t really prepared for. When he opens his eyes he smiles as he looks down at his watch and sees the time, it’s well past midnight so Eddie knows you’re snuggled up in bed asleep waiting for him. He quickly grabs his duffle bag and tries to be as quiet as possible when he goes into the house, taking his old beat up boots off by the door.

“Eddie?” He freezes when he hears your sweet soft voice coming from the kitchen. “Honey is that you?” You ask as you poke your head out of the kitchen and into the living room just in time to see him putting his truck keys into the little bowl on the table by the door.

“Did I wake you sweetheart?” He tries to hide the panic in his voice as he slowly uses his foot to slide his duffle bag behind the couch so you can’t see it in the dark living room. “I tried to be quiet.” He adds as he takes a few steps closer to where you’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“I haven’t been to bed yet.” Eddie feels his eyebrow raise at your statement because he can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve stayed up this late and most of them involve him and you in your king sized bed. “Why are you all disheveled?” You ask as he finally is just a few steps away from you allowing the kitchen light to let you get a better look at him.

“You know how poker night goes baby.” You just smile as Eddie’s hands land on your hips before he leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Steve get a bit rowdy again?” You ask when he pulls away, Eddie just nods before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Someone needed to teach him some manners.” You laugh as Eddie gives your hips a little squeeze. “Now what’s keeping you up hmm? Something bothering you Princess?” He asks making you just shrug as his hands fall from your hips so you can turn and he can follow you into the kitchen. He looks around and can tell by the bottle of honey and some lemon slices on the counter that you were in the middle of making yourself some tea so he quickly grabs the electric kettle and begins filling it with water as you go sit on one of the barstools.

“I think I just missed my husband.” Eddie smiles as he looks over at you as he turns the kettle on. You return his smile and shoot him a playful wink making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to be out so late.” It’s not a lie so Eddie doesn’t feel that bad for saying it, he had every intention of being home and in bed with you well before midnight but then again tonight hasn’t gone the way Eddie had planned.

“It’s okay you deserve to have a guys night every now and then.” Eddie ignores the guilt that tries to take over as you give him a reassuring smile. He just busies himself with adding some honey to the bottom of one of your favorite mugs before placing the sleepy time tea bag inside.

“I missed you too.” He states as the kettle turns off letting him know the water is ready for him to pour into your mug. You smile as he walks around the island and places the mug in front of you.

“Did you really?” You ask in your sweet shy tone that makes Eddie’s knees go a little bit weak. Eddie just stands behind you and gently places his hands on top of your shoulders as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“From the moment I left the driveway.” You smile at his words and then feel a chill go down your spine as his lips place a kiss under your ear.

“I love you.” Eddie just smiles as he stands up after kissing your cheek and drops his hands from your shoulders.

“I love you too baby.” He watches you reach for your mug but he’s quick to grab it from over your shoulder making you playfully frown at him. “You’ll burn yourself sweetheart…come on let’s get you into bed and by then it’ll be the perfect for drinking.” You just let out a tired sigh as you get off the barstool and take his free hand so he can lead you into the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Your voice is sleepy and slow as you watch Eddie head for the bedroom door after he got you comfortable on your side of the bed with your tea in your hands.

“Just checking the locks and cleaning the kitchen baby don’t worry I’ll be back before you fall asleep.” Eddie watches you just nod your head and he’s well aware that you know he’s lying because both of you know you’re about two sips of your tea away from passing out but you don’t argue with him and for that he’s grateful.

When he’s in the living room he quietly grabs his duffle bag and takes it into the kitchen so he can shove it back under the sink where he normally keeps it hidden under trash bags and cleaning supplies. He grips the sink as he closes his eyes and lets out a few deep breathes trying to get his nerves to settle because from the moment he left the house early this evening till just now he’s been on edge because nothing has gone as planned. But he also can’t help but chuckle to himself as he opens his eyes and shakes his head at the fact that even after years of marriage you still somehow manage to surprise him.

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