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ellemj · 5 months

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Letters to Santa, Part 2: 12 Days of Smut #11

Bucky Barnes x Reader 2-Part Fic

Request/prompt courtesy of @stuckysbike. Read part 1 here.

Warnings: profanity, dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: There is a scene in this that was wholly inspired by one of @littlemiss-yeehaw's latest smutty sketches, check out her blog and comment on the sketch that you think I used! This is a continuation of the request submitted by @stuckysbike, thank you again for submitting it and trusting me to give it a go! I've decided that day 12 will simply be the gift that comes tomorrow (today technically, in less than 24 hours): Needs & Wants Bonus Chapter.

You can’t deny that you look a little bit like a Christmas gift all wrapped up in your short little burgundy bathrobe. You’ve just finished showering and doing your skincare, and you’re flipping off the bathroom light switch when you hear the softest knock at your door. You stand still for a moment, wondering if you actually heard what you think you heard. The only person who ever comes to your door is one of the girls, and even then, they never knock, they simply let themselves in. You hear the knocking sound a second time and your feet begin carrying you away from the bathroom, across your room, and straight to the door. When you pull it open, Bucky stands before you, looking like he has a million things to say but very few words to utilize.

“Bucky?” You say his name like you aren’t even sure it’s him, but obviously it is. His eyes are quick to coast down your figure, taking in the sight of you in that little burgundy robe with the tie around your waist fashioned into a bow. You look like a fucking gift. Someone to unwrap me like a Christmas present. The first wish from the list in your dirty letter to Santa flashes through Bucky’s mind as he memorizes every detail about the way you look right now.

“How much did you have to drink tonight?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at you as he finally focuses his gaze on your face. You scrunch up your cheeks and nose in annoyance. You can’t believe he’d have the audacity to knock on your door and ask you something like that.

“Why the hell are you here asking me that?”

“Because if you had a lot to drink, then your letter to Santa ending up underneath my bedroom door might’ve just been a momentary lapse in judgement. But if you didn’t then…” Bucky lets his voice trail off as he studies your expression, looking for any answer to the countless questions he has swirling around in his head.

“My letter? Under your door?” You ask incredulously. You immediately begin backtracking in your mind, remembering how you started cleaning up the kitchen and totally forgot about the letter you left sitting on the coffee table. One of the girls or Sam must’ve grabbed it and slid it under Bucky’s door as some stupid prank. Your face falls as you realize he very well could’ve opened it and read it. “Wait, you didn’t…” When your shocked eyes look into Bucky’s, he almost wishes he hadn’t read it.

“So, you didn’t slide it under my door.” Bucky confirms. Why is there a hint of disappointment in his tone? Are you imagining it? Was he hoping that you had? Wait, why the fuck did he decide to knock on your door? Just to ask how much you had to drink and to find out if you gave him the letter yourself? What would he have done if it really had been you? By the time you pull yourself out of your whirlwind of thoughts, you see Bucky giving you one last look before turning on his heel to head back to his own room. All inhibitions flee as you start moving without thinking. There isn’t one thought left in your mind when you reach out and grab Bucky by the arm, stopping him in his tracks. He tenses up as soon as your hand meets the fabric of the sweatshirt that’s covering his flesh bicep, but he doesn’t pull away from you. Instead, he turns back to face you as your hand falls away from him.

“You read it.” You say softly, not quite sure where your mouth is about to take this unexpected conversation. Bucky nods, his eyes scanning yours for any sort of reaction. “It was a joke letter, just a stupid game Nat wanted us to play.” Bucky nods again, maintaining eye contact with you as you fiddle with the bow at the front of your robe.

“Right, I can’t imagine you’d actually want someone to cum down your chimney.” Your words written on a piece of paper were dirty, but somehow hearing them leave Bucky’s mouth makes them absolutely filthy. You can feel the blush creeping into your cheeks, turning them a soft shade of pink, as you stare up at the man with your lips slightly parted in surprise. A small smirk tugs on the corners of his lips. You don’t quite like how he’s enjoying your surprised reaction, so you decide to try and get a similar reaction out of him, just so you’ll be even.

“Why not? It was on my list, wasn’t it? I also asked for three orgasms in one night, if I remember correctly.” Now Bucky’s the one with the parted lips and a raised eyebrow. He probably would’ve even blushed if all of the blood in his body hadn’t rushed straight to his cock. “What was the other thing I asked for?” You can’t remember what else you’d written in the letter, but now you’re sure that Bucky does. Bucky stares at you for a moment, taking in your pink cheeks, your playful gaze, and the way your arms are currently crossed over your chest as you toy with him. He decides to take the leap.

Bucky slowly reaches out with his flesh hand, giving you every opportunity to either swat his hand away or step back and close the door on him, but you don’t. You follow his movement with your eyes, watching as his fingertips first brush over the fabric around the neck of your robe, and then begin to trail down the front of it lightly until he reaches the bow. He grabs one of the ends of the tie, his eyes flitting up to yours before he makes another move. You don’t say a word. You don’t move a muscle. You’re actually holding your breath. So, Bucky continues. He tugs on the end of the tie with just enough force to unravel the bow and loosen your bathrobe right there in the doorway of your bedroom. You’re still fully covered, but one move and the front of it may fall open and reveal your naked body to the man in front of you. Bucky reaches out with both hands now, as he takes one step forward, limiting the space between the two of you to just a few inches. He wraps his fingers around each side of the opening of your robe, holding them in place so nothing is bared to him, but wanting nothing more than to throw it open. His actions suddenly remind you of the forgotten wish on your list: someone to unwrap me like a Christmas present. Realization spreads across your face and Bucky gives you a soft smile as your eyes meet his.

“Is this what you asked for?” He questions, rubbing his thumbs over where he holds the fabric of the robe in between his fingertips. You swallow hard and nod slowly. “I know you can use your words, just like you did in the letter.”

Fuck.

“This is one thing.” You answer softly. Bucky could stop here. He could let go of your robe and let you shut the door on him. But the way you’re looking up at him, letting your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you patiently wait for his next move, it makes it impossible for him to stop after only fulfilling one of your wishes. Besides, he hasn’t even fully unwrapped you. It wouldn’t be fair to you if he stopped now.

So, Bucky lets his instincts take over, throwing his rational mind out the window. He looks into your eyes one last time, and you can tell from the lilt in his brow and the serious expression painted on his face that he’s making sure he has your permission. The slight nod that you give him is all he needs. In one swift movement, he’s pulling you against his chest by the front of your robe. When you practically crash against him, he lets his vibranium hand rise to cup the side of your face. His eyes are the most mesmerizing blue, making it simultaneously hard to look into them yet hard to look away. Bucky can’t stop himself from placing his cool, vibranium thumb over your lips, and then dragging it down until it just barely sits between your parted lips. He wants to see how you’ll respond to his touch.

When you part your lips a little more, Bucky knows he’s done for. He won’t be going back to his room at all tonight, he fears. He watches you so closely as his thumb slides past your lips, slipping into your mouth and rubbing over the surface of your tongue as you wrap your lips around it and suck. Fuck. He wishes he’d done it with his flesh hand so he could feel your mouth. Or maybe it’s best that he used the vibranium hand, because if he felt what his vibranium thumb is experiencing right now, he might’ve ended up wanting you to suck him off, and he doesn’t remember seeing that on your Christmas list.

You let Bucky pull his finger out of your mouth with a soft pop of your lips, watching as lust floods into his gaze. In this exact moment, you just want to thank whoever it was that slipped your letter under his door. You have a feeling they did you the biggest favor.

Just a second after Bucky has removed his thumb from your mouth, you’re turning on your heel and heading back into your bedroom, trusting that he’ll follow you without a word. You hear the door click and then the sound of the lock turning just as you reach the foot of your bed. You’re just about to ask Bucky to finish unwrapping you when he’s suddenly right behind you, letting his hands slide over your hips to pull you against him as he leans down and presses his lips to the side of your neck. His mouth is so distracting that you don’t even notice what he’s doing until your robe begins falling off of your shoulders, coming to pool at your feet on the floor. In Bucky’s head, he’s mentally crossing off the first thing on your list.

“You’ll sit on my face.” Bucky says boldly, moving around you and climbing onto your bed like he’s done it a thousand times before. He positions himself on his back, with his head resting flat on your pillow, and his eyes flitting over to get a look at you. The way his gaze trails all over every inch of your naked body lights a fire inside of you, that you think may only be extinguished by riding an orgasm out on his face. So, you don’t question him or second-guess yourself. You do exactly as he wants, carefully positioning yourself to straddle his face. He was planning to take it slow, figure out what you like and what you don’t like, drag you up the hill to your first orgasm slowly. But as soon as he saw your glistening cunt, hovering mere inches above his face, he couldn’t keep himself from gripping your thighs and pulling you down hard. His tongue made contact with your entrance first, and he dove into it with a fiery passion, first dragging his tongue around it in circles, teasing you effortlessly. When you felt the first dip of his tongue inside you, your hands flew to the wooden headboard, holding onto it so tightly that you worried it might splinter.

“Bucky, oh my god.” You moan, letting your right hand float down to tangle in his hair as he licks a line from your entrance, through your folds, and straight to your clit. When he finally starts licking and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves there, you know you won’t last long like this. Moans and whimpers start falling from your lips freely, spurring Bucky on and encouraging him to hold you in place as he works you closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum.”

Bucky almost laughs against your clit, but he controls himself and continues sucking and swirling his tongue right where you need it most. He almost laughed because of how fucking easy it was to get you on the verge of cumming for him. He knew he was good at this, but he didn’t know you’d be so ready and willing for him to please you. When you go tumbling over the edge, waves of pleasure rock through you so hard that you nearly put all of your weight on Bucky’s face. Truthfully, he would’ve welcomed it, but he also has other plans that he wants to carry out.

As you hover above Bucky, catching your breath and trying to calm your trembling thighs, Bucky places a soft kiss against your clit before sliding his hands up to your waist and helping you move to lay on your back next to him.

“That was number one.” He whispers, crawling over you and pressing his lips against your jawline. He lets the tip of his tongue slide over your cheek teasingly, and when he nears your lips, you can nearly taste yourself on him. He uses his knee to nudge your legs apart while continuing his ministrations along your jaw and neck, drawing soft exhales from you with ease.

“Let me catch my breath first.” You laugh lightly. Bucky’s fingers are already diving between your legs, gently slipping back and forth over your folds as he gathers your wetness and spreads it around.

“That wasn’t something you put on the list, catching your breath after any of the three orgasms.” Bucky points out, focusing the pads of his middle and ring fingers over your already overly-sensitive clit and applying a light pressure. “I think you can handle this.” He coos. Fuck. Your back is already arching, causing your tits to press against his still-clothed chest. You start to wonder why the hell he still has his clothes on, but your train of thought is immediately derailed when you feel his middle finger slip inside of you without a warning. It’s been so long since anyone has done this to you, and even since you’ve taken the time to do it to yourself, so the stretch that you feel gives you a stinging pain that causes you to draw in a sharp breath and tighten around his fingertip. “Oh, you’re so fucking tight. How are you going to be able to take my cock, huh baby?” You aren’t sure what gets the loudest moan out of you, his finger plunging into you as far as he can send it or his words. He plans to fuck you.

“I’ll take it.” You promise, not even thinking about what you’re promising. Bucky chuckles lowly before pulling his finger out of you and shoving it back in, beginning to fuck you with it over and over again.

“You’ll take it.” Bucky agrees, adding a second finger as he looks down into your eyes and watches the way your teeth once again sink into your bottom lip. “You’ll take it if you want that last thing on your list.”

Bucky Barnes promising to cum inside of you is the very last thing you expected to get for Christmas. It’s only a couple of minutes later when he’s thrusting his two fingers in and out of you in such a coordinated manner that you’re seconds from another orgasm. Bucky curling his fingers inside of you is what sends you careening over the edge, your second orgasm crashing in so hard that you reach down and grasp Bucky’s hand, holding it still as you roll your hips, riding your high out on his fingers yourself. He’s in awe of you. He’s in awe of every little movement, every little sound, everything you do as you cum for him.

“That’s number two.” Bucky whispers against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your smooth skin as you finally release his hand and let him slide his fingers out of you. As soon as your breathing begins to slow back to a normal rate, Bucky is pushing himself off of the bed and pulling his sweatshirt over his head. You prop yourself up on your elbows, taking in the curve of his shoulders, the soft scars where vibranium meets skin, and the heaving of his chest. When he pushes off his sweats and boxers, letting his cock spring free from its confines and finally stand fully on display for you, your mouth falls open. “Remember, you said you’d take it.” Bucky reminds you, wrapping his hand around the impressive length and stroking it slowly as he crawls back over you on the bed. “Turn over.”

Once he has you laying on your stomach, he leans down over you, letting his warm chest press against your bare back. You feel his hard cock resting against your ass as he inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo, closing his eyes and wondering to himself if you’ve always smelled this damn good. The next few seconds are both a blur and seemingly happening in slow motion as Bucky guides you to slide your knees underneath you and raise your ass up for him. Feeling the head of his cock brush against your entrance has you seeing stars, not even from pleasure, but from anticipation and pure adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Bucky, please.” You moan, pushing your ass against his length, begging for him to fuck you already. He chuckles lowly once again but obliges, rubbing the tip of his cock back and forth through the wetness coating your folds a few more times before finally slotting his cock into you. You feel every inch as it disappears inside you. You feel it move in the slightest every time Bucky so much as takes a breath. He buries himself to the hilt and then stills, his breath fanning across your neck as you bury your face in your pillow. The grunt that rumbles past his lips sends a rush of heat through your body, traveling straight to your cunt, which then flutters around his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He groans out, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging his cock out of you slowly. When he thrusts it back in a second later, he can’t bear to stop again. He starts fucking you so hard that you can’t do a damn thing besides moaning out his name and gripping the bedsheets with both hands. It’s a sight Bucky vows never to forget. “This is what you wanted for Christmas, huh? Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! God, yes, Bucky.” He loves the way you sound when you’re at his mercy like this. He picks up the pace of the snapping of his hips, watching as your knuckles turn nearly as white as the sheets he’s fucking you on.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock just like that.” Never in your wildest dreams could you have conjured up with a dirty talking Bucky Barnes. He’s filthy. He continues thrusting into you, over and over, relishing in the feeling of your pussy pulling him back in every time he tries to pull out. “You’re going to let me cum inside of you, aren’t you? That’s what you want for Christmas.”

“Yes, please. Fuck, don’t pull out.”

“Good girl, that’s it baby.” Just a few more thrusts from Bucky have you fighting to hold back your orgasm, and he can tell. “Don’t fucking keep it from me, let it go.” He demands, gripping your hips and pounding you into the mattress. Your third orgasm of the night begins with his cock fully seated inside of you. He fucks you through it, chasing his own high as he listens to the dirtiest sounds fall from your parted lips. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He says the words only half a second before he starts filling you up, fucking his cum in as deep as he possibly can.

A couple of minutes later, Bucky is still laying on top of you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck as you enjoy the warmth and closeness he offers.

“That was number three.” He whispers, letting his lips ghost over your skin.

“Thank you, Santa.”

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lvlyghost · 8 months

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Hello do you take requests cause I had this idea in my mind but I suck in writing

how bout a ghost x reader where he had a bad day and takes it out on his beloved reader who he's been in a really long relationship with, by starting an argument and maybe saying some really mean and bad things that break the reader. Like the reader is only a shell of herself and completely ruined by ghosts words and just crying or sitting completely still staring off the wall or just staring at nothing just being numb.

What would be interesting is Simons reaction when he realizes the damage that he's done, maybe he would cry/break down idk when he sees the usually happy reader being so dull and almost lifeless yk

But Pleasee don't do this to our hearts and write some comfort and a happy ending please I couldn't handle too much angst❤️😭

The Weight of the World

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You promised to always lean on each other but sometimes love isn't enough.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TW: heavy angst, literally got some mid anxiety writing this🥴 swearing, self-doubt, hurt-comfort and slight fluff towards the end. lmk if i missed any.

A/N: finished this in one sitting lol, also not proofread and poorly edited, i've been having a shitty week so expect more angst lol. meet me in therapy. Enjoy anon!🤍🌟🫶🏻💕

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You hesitate right outside Simon's studio, the place where he secludes himself from everything and everyone. Ever since he came from his last mission he seemed to be on the edge constantly. The usual softness that he reserved specifically for you was... absent.

Still you wouldn't let that stop you from approaching; having dating him for a few years now let you know so much of that. You knew when he was hurting. When he was sad, angry, jealous or even happy. Little to no people could say that.

Somehow this was different. He wasn't even letting you in, constantly keeping you at arms length and that hurt. How were you supposed to get to him this time? Get him to talk to you?

To look at you again with that same glint in his eyes, the spark that you ignited in him and that won't fade away even years after.

The sound of a chair creaking startles you, the same time the timer in the kitchen goes off. You walk back, turning the oven off, and sticking out the apple pie you so happily baked for both with hopes that you'll get him loosen a bit that dark cloud that's been looming over Simon these past few days.

The door of his studio is yanked open the heavy stomp of his boots resonating across the small apartment you two share, then his bulky frame appears just to grab the keys to his black motorcycle.

"Simon!" You call him, burning your hand in the process. He stills halfway through the living room, waiting for you to say something else. Wetting a cloth hurriedly and wrapping it around the burnt skin.

"I made something for us... maybe," standing behind him you leave a reasonable space between the two. You swallow down hard. "Thought we could have it together and just, you know spend...-"

"I don't have time for that now." His voice is cold and monotone. "Don't wait for me."

"But Si-" he turns on his heels, eyes hard and unyielding. He approaches slowly, making you gulp. "What's gotten into you, Simon?" You fight back the tears, this was the man you loved so dearly, the man you knew loved you back; there was a reason for the golden engagement ring on your left hand. "I..-"

"Fucking hell would you stop that? Please just..." he notices the wetness in your eyes. "I can't do this. Not anymore."

"Whatever it is I promise we can work it out together!" your lips quivered. "Just talk to me!"

"I don't need to talk about anything girl!" He seethes, one finger pointing at you. "Think some cheap counseling with you will make things right? Bloody hell no. Neither some homemade bread, this isn't fucking working and it won't until you learn how the bloody world works."

It breaks your heart into a tiny million pieces, breathing becomes a challenge and the injury in your hand can no longer be felt. Simon's words were worse than any physical pain. Where was the man you loved? The man who used to lift you up and kiss you on the forehead? The man whose hands couldn't stop roaming your body late at night? The man who'd helped you reach out for things he probably put away in the highest shelf so you'd ask for help. That same man that had proposed to you no long ago, right before he was deployed to a special op God knows where. The fabric of his mask moves when he keeps talking but you don't listen. You can't. Just like you can't stop the tears dribbling down your cheeks and the tremble of your hands. Simon's jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he takes a step back and leaves.

You walk sluggishly to where the dessert awaits. It's when your knees buckle that you finally let out a loud cry.

Simon knows he isn't a good man. He's done quite questionable things that he could never say out loud. He knows he's fucked in so many ways. But he also knows that there's one thing that kept him from spiraling further down into an abyss of death and self-loathing.

You.

The woman he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that didn't care about his past, the bad moments and his complicated persona. You who would selflessly love him without asking for something in return. What had you seen in him in first place? Even now after three years he can't wrap his head around the fact that he has someone who waits for him.

Simon knows how much he loves you, but what he doesn't know is how—or in what earth—he deserves every part of you.

You've been avoiding him ever since that horrible night. Words he can't take back. Looks that haunt him every time he closed his eyes. He hears you cry when you go to sleep or when you're taking a shower. Muffled sobs and wails that will come for him until the day he dies.

You avoid him like a plague, when he walks in. After all he's the one to blame. He wanted to ask you to tear him apart maybe that'd feel less painful.

The last remaining of sanity that was left in him came crashing down when he began to notice how you stared off in a haze, numbly looking at the window. He was losing you. Destroyed the one good thing he had. So, a few days later, despite his own demons. Despite the things that broke him all irreparably during the last mission in Moscow, he comes to find you. Sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes set on your left hand.

The engagement ring was gone, forgotten someplace unknown. Simon felt the panic wrenching his guts.

It's all on him.

He whispers your name, calls you softly. Slowly sitting in front of you, the coffee table creaks under his weight. Words get caught in his throat.

"May I take your hand?" He pleads, not getting an answer. Simon sighs, lowering his head as silent reigns yet again. "I don't deserve you." He murmurs, eyes bored into the floor. "I... I ruin everything I touch. Just never thought I'd ruin my girl."

Your eyes flutter shut, wet tears clinging to your eyelashes. Simon watches as you stand and leave without a word, he follows close behind to your shared room.

"Love..."

"Don't call me that!" the hurt in your voice... the resentment in your eyes, he's earned it.

Simon reaches out for your arm, grabbing you firmly but gently, mindful not to harm you.

"Right I deserve that." If there's one thing Simon regrets it's being the reason that your eyes no longer shine. "What I said... what happened I...-"

Shaking your head and biting down your lip.

"You never gave me the chance, I thought we said we'd always find a way."

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry baby." in an instant he's pulling you close, although you want to push him away, scream at him, slap him for the calvary he made you go through. "I'm not good with words, and I'm no good person." You feel his body shaking with anxiety as your eyes widen in shock. "I tried... I can't forgive myself for my mistakes."

"Simon..." he hushed you, cradling your head with his big hand. "I can't sleep knowing I can't protect you from what's out there, couldn't bloody protect that kid in Moscow, or my family."

You guide him to the bed, sitting down side by side and holding onto each other.

"Said I would always be with you Simon, why the hell did you push me away?! Have I not given my everything to you? We promised to always make it work!" He grabs your face staring intently into your eyes. "What happened there?"

He blinks, deciding how much to say. There was no need for you to know the entirety of it. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of this world, and he would as long as he lived.

"A young lad whose life's was cut short because I wasn't there on time. How can I come back to you, be happy when someone else just lost their kid..."

"That wasn't on you! Simon Riley you stop that now." He inhales, cinnamon and vanilla flooding his senses. It's you all of you. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. We do that together, yeah?" Your chest hurts from how hard it's beating. "You've done far so much. You won't lose me."

A rumble in the sky and cars passing by outside your home is all you hear. Brown eyes like honey stare back into your soul.

"You took it off..."

"I burnt my hand, it wasn't healing properly. And you know what?" He quirks a brow. "It wasn't homemade bread. It was an apple pie, you silly."

"You'll never forgive me for that one won't you?" He doesn't chuckle but the air feels lighter.

"No. Probably won't." Simon takes your burnt hand bringing it to his lips, they're soft against the marred skin.

"But we're still getting married, yeah?" He asks.

You smile fondly, humming when he kisses your forehead, tears have now dried.

"Yeah. We're still getting married."

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nanawritesit · 5 months

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Jungkook Imagine: Taking Care of Him When He Gets Sick From Playing with Bam in the Rain

a/n: i think i might have accidentally deleted the actual request for this when i was cleaning out my ask box, but i know for a FACT it was requested 😤 it’s been on on my to do list for a while now, and i miss him sm rn, so here it is :)

TW: sick!jungkook, it’s just a cold but he’s kinda whiny, living together, mentions of food

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“Jeon Jungkook, you get back here right now!” you screeched from the back porch steps. It was pouring down rain and chilly, but you were safely tucked under an awning with one of your boyfriend’s sweatshirts on.

“Don’t worry, honey!” he yelled back, chasing his pet doberman all around the backyard. “Bam loves the rain!”

“It’s not Bam I’m worried about!” you retorted. “You’re not wearing a coat or hat, and you’re gonna get sick!”

“I’m not going to get sick!” he argued, putting his hands on his hips sassily. “Don’t worry about me! Just go back inside, I’ll be there in a bit. I just want to make sure Bam gets some exercise in.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back around to walk into your shared apartment. Songie and Paengie, your other two greyhounds, cocked their heads at you as you entered the living room.

“Kids, your daddy is an idiot.” you sighed, petting their heads.

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“Ugghhhh….” you heard your boyfriend moan from his bedroom.

You laughed to yourself as you finished preparing his soup. Oh how you loved being right.

Picking up the bowl and a big glass of water, you made your way down the hall to where he laid in his bed, bundled up in a million blankets.

“There’s my beautiful nurse…” he beamed with a crooked smile when he looked up and saw you. All three dogs perked up from their places on the bed, looking at you with wide eyes.

You gave him a warm smile and sat down on the bed next to him. “I made you some chicken noodle soup. And here’s some water, you’ll need to stay hydrated.”

“You’re the best, baby.” he pouted affectionately, sitting up to take the bowl from you. He winced as he did so. “Ah, it hurts to move…”

“Your muscles are just weaker because your body’s trying to fight off the infection.” you explained with a small smile.

“Is that why I’ve been so tired?” he asked, eyes sparkling innocently. You would think he’d never been sick before.

You nodded in confirmation. “You’ll need to get lots of rest to get better.”

He blew on a spoonful of the soup, then ate it slowly. His eyes squinted shut at the warmth and comfort of the meal. “This is so good. Literally the best thing you’ve ever cooked for me.”

You scoffed dramatically. “Ouch, thanks darling.” you grumbled sarcastically.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” he pleaded, reaching for your hand. “I just meant that it’s really touching that you’d take the time to make me soup while I’m sick!”

“I know, baby.” you shushed him, brushing some of his hair back. “I was just teasing.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, going back to his soup. “That isn’t a very nice thing to do to a sick person.”

“Well, if you had listened to your partner, you wouldn’t be sick right now.” you quipped back, a satisfied smirk on your face.

“Yeah, you’re right…” he sighed in defeat. “I definitely learned my lesson.”

You grinned triumphantly. “Good boy. Have you been feeling any better?”

“Not really. My throat still hurts and my nose is runny.” he complained. “But having you take care of me makes me feel a bit better.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “It’s no trouble. I’m not heartless after all. Hearing you admit I was right is reward enough.”

He chuckled at your cheekiness. “If I wasn’t so sick right now, I’d kiss you.”

“Awh…” you pouted, rubbing his thigh comfortingly. “When you’re better you can give me the biggest kiss in the world.”

“That’s all the motivation I need.” he grinned hopefully.

“Alright then, finish your soup and water and go straight back to bed.” you instructed, ruffling his hair a bit before you stood up to leave. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yes, nurse.” he replied, giving you a theatrical salute.

You chuckled, then leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” he whimpered as you opened the door.

You turned around momentarily to smile at him. “I love you too, baby. I hope you feel better soon.”

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blue-slxt · 9 months

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Imagine petite!human reader literally being used as a living fleshlight😩

Like she’s so small she can just be lifted off the ground and pounded🥴

Honestly don’t even care who it’s written for feels like a Jake, lo’ak, or quaritch kinda senecio

Sincerely, a no where near petite girlie

Thank you so much for your patience. I've been working on like a million different things at the same time so I am so behind on requests. But I looove this idea. Something about just being manhandled however your partner wants you to be is so fucking aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh😩! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“Make sure you don’t break my bed with your big ass.” You playfully scold Lo’ak while pulling on your spaghetti strap shirt. He flops his entire body weight onto your bed making it creak. It was times like this when you really took note of just how big of a size difference there was between you. Of course, the Na’vi were much bigger than average humans already, but you were even on the small side for humans. Watching how his body can’t fit properly on your bed while you could be swallowed whole by your sheets and blankets never ceased to amaze you. He waves you off with a ‘yeah, yeah’ while he makes himself comfortable putting his hands under his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to search through all the DVDs you have for something for you two to watch.

“What are you in the mood for this time? Something funny? Romantic? Dramatic?” you fire off the different genres as you toss aside disc after disc.

“Hmm…” he dramatically hums thinking about his answer.

You don’t bother to look at him while he mulls it over and you continue searching. You faintly comprehend the sound of him shuffling and moving around behind you, but you pay it no mind until a pair of big hands find their way on your small frame. Lo’ak’s lips brush lightly over the back of your neck and it almost tickles when he speaks.

“I think I’m in the mood for something sexy” he presses kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

“You are so corny” you say with a laugh, but you still lean into his touch anyway.

“Just put on whatever. I’d rather watch you anyway.” His low voice in your ear makes your nerves come alive with this intense fluttering all over your body. His impatience is rubbing off on you so you hurriedly throw whatever you can reach into the player without really bothering to look at what it is. Once the movie starts playing, you turn around to face Lo’ak and he immediately swipes you up off the floor and your legs lock around his waist while he presses his lips to yours. Holding onto him like this gives you the perfect feel of his cock straining against his tewng and poking you right between your legs. Clearly, he can feel it too from how his hands hold your hips and grind you down against him. Every move brushes against your covered clit and gives you small tingles of satisfaction, but it’s not enough. He’s got you so riled up now that you decide to have a little more fun and push his limits. On any given day, Lo’ak could, and would, fuck you until your body felt like jelly. But on occasion, he would lose himself and by the end, even your brain would feel numb and fuzzy filled with nothing but him possessing you completely. That’s exactly what you need right now.

Without warning, you unfold your legs from around him and let go completely dropping to your feet on the ground. His puzzled expression is nothing short of adorable.

“Shit, I just remembered that I have a report to finish” you say walking over to your computer desk and sitting down.

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me right now.” You were never one to deny Lo’ak what he asked for. Ever. Not even when you would join the clan for communal dinner and he would pull you off into the dark out of view of everyone else.

“It’s only going to take a few minutes, Lo.” You say sitting down and pulling your hair forward and exposing your neck. Lo’ak groans behind you. You know how much he loves when you present your neck for him to mark. He’s starting to catch on to your little game. If he wants it, he’s going to have to take it.

“If it’s only going to take a couple minutes, then do it after” he says pulling your chair away from your desk and over to the bed. He spins you around to face him and heat settles between your thighs at the way he’s eyeing you right now. “I need you, mamas.”

“You’re doing a whole lot of talking and yet, I’m still fully clothed” you say with a sly smirk.

He chuckles lowly to himself, “oh, you are asking for it.” In one swift motion, Lo’ak pulls you onto his lap by your waist. Your hands brace against his chest to keep yourself from flying forward. His face settles in the crook of your neck and he nips lightly at your skin making you jump.

“Now, am I going to have to rip these cute little shorts off of you or are you gonna behave and take them off yourself?”

“Don’t…I like these ones.” You whine.

“Then get rid of them. Right now.”

You shift yourself around so that you can maneuver out of your shorts while he pulls his tewng to the side to expose his thick, hard cock that was already leaking precum from the tip.

“Already so hard, love. Is that for m—”

“Don’t try to get cute with me” Lo’ak cuts you off by grabbing you by your waist and slamming you down onto his dick in one quick snap.

It feels like an electric shock is shot up your spine and goes straight to your head being immediately filled to the brim. He gives you no time to adjust before he’s fully lifting your body by your waist up and down on his cock.

“Ah! Fu-ck! Lo-ak!” Your words and breaths are broken from how he’s making you bounce on top of him.

“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin perfect” he says through gritted teeth.

His big hands on your smaller frame completely take control of your movements and you have no choice but to let him have his way with you. His dick continues to bully its way into your tight cunt and kiss your cervix making your toes curl.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum inside of you, mama. You want that, hm? Want me to fill you up?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell from the look in his eyes and his laser focus on you how close he really is and how badly he wants to give you everything.

“Yes, yes, yes, please Lo’ak!” your vision is already starting to spot as you near your own high while he keeps using you as his own personal fuck toy.

“Hng, shit!” he bucks his hips up to match the way he’s moving your body for you a few more times before the heat of his cum starts to fill you from the inside out. It sends you over the edge into your own orgasm and your pussy clamps down on him even tighter if that was even possible. Lo’ak sucks in a sharp breath feeling how tight you are around him and his forehead falls forward onto your chest waiting for you to stop milking him for all he’s worth.

His hands finally let go of your waist and they fall to sit on top of your thighs while you both try to catch your breath.

Suddenly the TV booms from across the room, “I am Bruce Almighty! My will be done!” making both of you snap your head in its direction.

“What the fuck movie did you put on?” Lo’ak laughs breathlessly.

“I have no fucking clue and I kind of don’t really care” you laugh equally out of breath. “But it looks like we still have some time before it’s over…” you lightly suggest.

He already knows what’s on your mind and a devilish smirk crosses his face.

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atomicami · 7 months

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omg HIII. could you maybe like- write abt like abby and reader at school (in college obvi) and abby pulls reader into a bathroom and like makes sure it’s empty and locks the door, and things get uh.. hot and heavy?🤭

U DONT HAVE TO IF U DONT WANNA BUT THIS IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND IM A SHIT WRITER AND HAVE SHIT GRAMMER.

btw, ur awesome.

hi anon! i hope you don’t mind, i changed the setting to a college/frat party instead, but i hope you like it though! tysm for the love 🤍

all clear

abby anderson x fem!reader (college au)

- summary: it’s halloweekend, and after a lot of convincing, you reluctantly agree to be dina’s plus one to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s frat house. the night flies by slow for you, until an encounter with a certain classmate changes that.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are in college (as stem majors), reader is a little introverted, frat house setting, college partying, some alcohol consumption, bathroom hookup, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), reader is wearing heels, and abby tells you to keep them on, nicknames instead of y/n (mostly angel), and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: happy halloween everyone! i’ve been having a bit of writer’s block with my bfm!abby fic lately, so i have to admit the timing for this request was perfect since it gave me the inspiration to write out this fic. i hope you guys like it!

“I still don’t get why you won’t come join me.”

You let out a sigh, taking your eyes off of your laptop and looking over at Dina, who was currently getting ready.

“Because, Dina, I’ve told you a million times that parties are not my thing,” you reply. “Especially if it’s in one of those awful frat houses.”

For the past week now, Dina’s been trying to get you to come to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s fraternity, Sigma Chi. It’s known to be one of the biggest fraternities at your university, and it’s also known for throwing the biggest parties.

The thing is, unlike Dina, you could honestly care less about college parties. What was the point of drinking and partying all night long when you’d just end up passing out and forgetting everything the next morning? You didn’t see the fun in it. If anything, you’d rather be spending a Saturday night curled up in your bed with a movie than getting blackout drunk and waking up hungover on some random person’s couch.

Dina finishes zipping up her skirt before turning around to face you. “But it’s Halloweekend…Don’t you wanna get out of here for a bit, and have some fun?” she asks. “I seriously don’t get how our dorm doesn’t give you any claustrophobia.”

You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes. “I think I’ll be fine, Dee. Besides, I need to study for my chemistry midterm next week.”

Dina lets out a groan in response. “You’re seriously going to spend this night locked up in our dorm studying?” You watch as she walks over to your bed with her black over-the-knee boots in hand and sits down next to you to put them on. “I truly love you babe, but you have got to let loose a little.”

You look over to your side as Dina goes on while she zips up her boots. “Besides…” she continues, zipping up her second boot. “There’s a possibility that a certain classmate of yours might be there…” she says with a wink as she nudges your shoulder with hers.

The ‘certain classmate’ that Dina was referring to was Abigail Anderson. She was also a STEM major just like you, but particularly majoring more towards the engineering field instead. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find her attractive, but you never found the desire to go for her simply because you felt like she was out of your league. You figured that she only saw you as nothing more than a classmate who would always sit in the back row during every lecture.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at Dina. “Just because Abby and I have the same chemistry class doesn’t mean we have actual chemistry, you know.”

“Okay, but she’ll probably still be there…maybe this party could be an opportunity for you to create some of that chemistry…” she replies back, nudging your shoulder once again.

Dina was most likely right about that. Abby didn’t seem like much of a party person either, but her best friend Manny sure was. Coincidentally, both Manny and Jesse just happened to be in the same fraternity together, which created a mutual connection between the two of you. And given that both Abby and Manny were on the market right now, chances are that she was going to be at that party too.

But as much as Dina was trying to convince you to go right now, you were trying your best to hold back.

“Well even if I did want to go…I still have a midterm to study for, so I still can’t come,” you said, pointing toward your laptop screen.

Once you turned around, you didn’t see the smirk that was growing on Dina’s face. She was so close to getting you to give in and join this party with her.

You felt the weight of your bed shift as Dina got up and walked around to where she was now standing in front of you. “You can study tomorrow,” she says, closing your laptop shut. “Come on, we’re going to the frat house.”

“But I don’t have a—”

“You can find something in my closet.” she interrupts back, pointing towards her closet. “Now start getting ready, I'm gonna go fix up my hair so we can leave.”

You watch as Dina picks up the set of bunny ears off her bed and walks to the bathroom, the sound of her clicking boots following along with her. After a moment of hesitation, you finally muster up the energy to get off of your bed and walk over to Dina’s closet to pick something out.

Your eyes meet with a crammed closet of clothes once you open the doors of her closet. As a roommate, Dina was one to keep her things organized, but when it came to her clothes, it was like an addiction. Her closet was so packed that if one more hanger were to go inside, you’re convinced that it would probably burst.

Taking a deep breath, you dive into her closet and dig around for her past party costumes, praying you’ll find a good candidate to wear for the party. You’ll have to admit that it's definitely not gonna be an easy task, given that Dina is obsessed with all things tight and revealing when it comes to going out, especially with costumes.

You fish out a few costumes from her closet and bring them over to your bed, spreading them all out to get a good look. At first glimpse of the costumes, you realize that none of these options are a good fit for you, so you try your best to pick the best option through the process of elimination:

Schoolgirl? No…

Nurse? Not really…

Cowgirl? Perhaps…

Mermaid? Absolutely not.

Eventually, you’ve narrowed your choices until there was just one option left: an angel costume.

You pick up the costume off of your bed and take a look at it. The outfit consisted of a white tie front corset top, paired with a white skirt and thigh highs, and topped off with a halo and large feathered wings. Out of all the costumes that Dina had in her collection, you figured that this one would be the most suitable for you.

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Dina now fully ready in her Playboy bunny costume. She smiles once she sees the costume in your hands. “That’s a perfect choice, and I even have the shoes to match with it,” she says, pointing at it. You then feel her hands on your hips, motioning you towards the bathroom. “Now go get ready! I don’t wanna miss the party!”

Yeah, this was going to be a long night for you.

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The two of you arrive at the Sigma Chi frat house, and you can already tell how packed it is just by looking at it. Music was blasting, multicolor lights flashing through the windows, and even a group of guys chugging a keg on the front lawn. The sight of it alone was already making you start to feel sick. You’re starting to wish you were back at your dorm now, studying as you were before Dina dragged you to this party. But it was too late to back out now.

You both approach the front door of the house, and Dina rings the bell. A smile soon appears on her face once she sees Jesse answering the door.

“Hey you!” she exclaims, leaning in to give her boyfriend a hug and kiss before pulling away to adjust his hat. Based on the red velvet robe, anchor chain, and captain’s hat, it's clear that Jesse was dressed up as Hugh Hefner to match up with his girlfriend.

Jesse smiles back at her before looking over to you, his eyes slightly widening in surprise. “Wow, I did not expect you to be here too,” he says to you.

Dina looks back at you before looking back at Jesse. “Believe me, you have no idea how much convincing it took me to get her to come join me,” she says to him.

Jesse simply nods in response, his eyes now on the both of you. “Well in that case, welcome to Sigma Chi,” he says, stepping towards the side to allow you two to come in. “Make yourselves at home, there are drinks and food in the kitchen, and whatever you guys do, please don’t fuck with the thermostat…the electric bills in this house are already fucking expensive as it is. But other than that, knock yourselves out.”

As soon as you enter the house, you realize that it is just as chaotic as you saw it from the outside. The night’s just getting started, and you truly have no idea when it’s gonna end.

Before you know it, 20 minutes have passed by, but to you, it feels more like a decade. You were upstairs, sitting on a couch, watching Dina and Jesse play beer pong with another couple. You’ve drank less than half of the Twisted Tea that’s in your hand, simply because you had thought at the time that it was just a regular iced tea when you picked it out of the cooler. The music and lighting were overbearing, and the corset and heels were practically suffocating your chest and feet by now. You wanted nothing more than to leave the frat house and head back to your dorm to rid yourself of this feeling.

But instead, you stand up from the couch, deciding to opt for a different drink from the kitchen downstairs. Before leaving you walk over to Dina and tap her on the shoulder to let her know. “I’m gonna get another drink,” you tell her loudly, hoping she can hear you over the music. Dina looks down at your drink and nods. “Get something stronger next time! I think Jesse has a bottle of Smirnoff in the liquor cabinet!” she shouts back at you.

You simply sigh and walk out of the room, the hard iced tea still in your hand. You look down and watch the liquid sloshing around in the small hole of the can until you bump yourself into a familiar figure.

“Shit!” you mutter quietly, almost spilling your drink. “I’m so sorry, I—“ your words get cut off as soon as you look up to see who you have just run into. “Abby?”

“Hey there,” she said with a smile, looking back down at you. “I didn’t expect to see you at this party…what brings you here?”

“Oh, I um…” you stammer, looking back into the room you had just walked out of before turning back to her. “Dina wouldn’t stop begging me to come so…I’m here.” You tell her.

Abby nodded in response, finally putting the pieces together. “Makes sense, I definitely figured you wouldn’t be a party person, not that it’s a bad thing though.” she tells you. You can’t help but notice her checking you out, her eyes trailing over the angel costume that was tightly hugging your figure. “This costume looks pretty on you,” she says, running her thumb and pointer finger through the large feathered wings that were on your back.

You try your best not to get flustered over her compliment. “Thank you, um…” you take a moment to look at what she was wearing. She had on her usual clothes, dark wash jeans, and a muscle tank, except she had on a backward snapback hat with the fraternity’s emblem printed on it. “Are you…supposed to be a Sigma Chi member?” you ask.

You hear the blonde let out a chuckle before nodding again. “Yeah, um…costumes are never really my thing, so this is really all I can come up with,” she tells you. “Besides, Manny dragged me into coming to this party anyway, so I figured I’d steal something out of it.”

You smile back at her response before letting out a chuckle as well. “Well, it suits you, Abs…” you let out a sigh before continuing. “If I’m being honest, I’m so glad I ran into you…This night has been flying by so slow for me,” you admit to her, briefly looking down at the ground.

That’s when an idea passed through Abby’s mind. However, she needed to know if you were up for it. “I can help it fly by faster, if you'd like…”

You looked back up at her, and you truly couldn’t hide the smirk that was appearing on your face. “Is that so?” you ask her. “What do you have in mind, exactly?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but instead reaches a hand out to you. “How about you come with me?” she offers, smirking back at you.

You hesitate for a moment before soon giving in, leaving your drink at the nearest surface you can find before grabbing her hand and following her. She walks you down the crowded hall before stopping at a door that was on her left, assuming that it might be a bedroom or bathroom. She opens the door with no hesitation, only to be greeted with an angry couple protesting from inside.

“Shit! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly closing the door again. She then turns to you and you can’t help but let out a laugh, leading her to shake her head at her poor decision to do that. “Come on, I think there’s another bathroom downstairs.

With your hand still being held by hers, you walk down the stairs with her until you get back to the first level of the frat house. You then feel her hand letting go only to snake itself around your waist, holding you close to her broad build as you both walk through the partying crowds of people. Abby soon stopped at a door that was on her right, this time knocking twice before slowly turning the doorknob to take a peek inside.

You also try to take a look inside to see if it is empty. “All clear?” you ask her.

She nods in response. “All clear.”

You then feel her hand moving over your wings down to the small of your back, motioning you to go inside first before entering herself, closing the door shut, and locking it.

The last bit of patience you had left was now gone the moment you stepped into the bathroom. Once Abby had turned around after locking the door and switching the light on, you grabbed her by her muscle tank and pulled her toward you in a kiss. As soon as the contact hits her, you can feel her lips smirking against yours in the kiss. One of her large hands rests at your waist while the other runs through your hair, causing the plastic halo on your head to fall and clatter on the ground.

You try your best not to trip on your heels as she slowly walks you backward toward the bathroom counter that was by the sink. Her hands that were on your waist and in your hair soon moved down to the back of your thighs, giving you a boost to lift you and sit you down on the counter.

Abby pulls her lips away from yours to get a good look at you, smiling as she does so. Your lips were plump from kissing her, your hair slightly messy from when she was running her hands through it, and your eyes were blown out with lust and desperation for her. “Look at you, my angel…” she murmurs, running a thumb through your lower lip line. “So beautiful for me.

Her hand trails down to the front of your corset top, fingertips landing on the silk ribbon that held it all together. “Is it okay if I untie this?” she asks, holding her eye contact with you.

You nod.

“Words, angel.”

“Please, Abby…” you whisper out to her. To Abby, that response was more than enough for her to start undressing you. The ribbon from your corset begins to loosen, and you instantly feel a wave of relief wash through you. Once the ribbon was undone, Abby then uses both of her hands to loosen the rest of it, just enough to free your tits out.

A whimper escapes from your mouth once you feel Abby’s hands on your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening from her touch alone. “God…such pretty tits…” she murmurs out to you, leaning in to quickly kiss down from your neck to your tits, her mouth latching onto one of them and gently sucking while her hand is gently squeezing the other.

More whimpers and whines escape from your mouth at the contact, followed by your thighs rubbing and clenching together. Abby was quick to notice that, removing her mouth and hands from your tits as a result. She takes off her snapback and tosses it to the ground next to your halo before getting down on her knees in front of you.

Once Abby was kneeling on the ground, that’s when you decide to remove your heels, desperate to get them off of your feet. Abby notices this as well, and catches one of your heels before it fals to the ground. “Leave them on, angel.” she tells you, slipping the heel back on your foot. “You look so fucking sexy in these.”

Normally, you’d just protest about how much they were bothering you and take them off anyway. But you simply oblige to keep them on for Abby’s sake. You were willing to go through it a little longer to stay on her good side. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to be her angel.

Her hands are now making their way up your thighs, stopping at the bottom hem of your skirt. She then bunches the tight fabric that was hugging your hips before pushing it up, allowing more space for you to spread your legs open for her. Her eyes were now met with your clothed cunt, along with a visible patch seeping out of your white thong. She soon hooks a finger underneath the fabric and shifts it to the side, revealing your wet pussy from underneath it.

The sight of your pussy alone already had her mouth watering. Your slick was glistening under the dim, incandescent light of the bathroom and your tight hole was visibly clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck…” she groaned out quietly as she gently ran two of her fingers over the surface of your cunt, collecting a bit of your slick in the process. “Is this all for me, angel?” she asks, looking up at you.

“M-Mhm…” you whimpered back, nodding quickly. “It’s all for you, Abby, please…”

Abby averts her gaze back down to your pussy, watching as your slick trails itself down to the bathroom counter. She was soon quick to dive her head in and lick an experimental stripe up your pussy to collect your slick on her tongue, achieving the taste of you as she did so.

“My god, angel…you even taste just as heavenly as you look right now,” she mutters out quietly.

Abby wasn’t lying about that. From her perspective, you were truly a sight for sore eyes right now. Legs spread out for her, head thrown back in pleasure with the material of your costume bunched up around your waist and hips to show the parts of you she wanted to see the most, all while your wings remained steady on your back, surrounding your precious figure. You truly looked heavenly in her eyes, and the sounds you were making from her touch sounded just as angelic as you looked right now.

Without delaying any longer, Abby inserts two of her fingers into your pussy, The sudden movement startles you for a bit, before your cunt soon begins to relax around her fingers.

“Look at that, angel…she’s taking my fingers so well…” she murmurs to you, watching as your pussy greedily sucks her fingers further inside. “This pussy is already doing so good for me, baby…I bet you’ve been wanting this for a while now, haven’t you?”

You nod quickly once again. “G-God, yes, Abs…I need you so bad..” you whimper back to her biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

Abby notices once again, and brings her free hand up to your bottom lip to free it from the grasp of your teeth. “There’s no need for that, angel…I need to hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

With her fingers still nestling inside your cunt, she brings her mouth to your throbbing clit, gently sucking on it as she slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you.

It didn’t take long for the speed of her fingers to increase. The faster her two fingers pounded into your pussy, the harder her lips would wrap around on your clit, taking away all of the space in between as she continued to suck on it.

As a result of her fast movements, the sounds your body was making in that bathroom were absolutely obscene. Between the wet squelching noises of your pussy and the moans and whimpers that were escaping from your mouth, Abby can’t help but feel so turned on from it, practically rubbing her own thighs together for some relief as she continued to devour your pussy.

Your orgasm quickly began to build itself up inside you, and based on the way your cunt was squeezing Abby’s fingers right now, she could tell you were getting close too.

“A-Abby…I-I think I’m gonna cum…” you whine out to her, both of your hands gripping onto the bathroom counter while your hips begin to involuntarily grind against her face.

“Let it out for me, angel…” she murmurs into your pussy, her movements still refusing to quit. “Take it out on me, baby…fuck my face until you finish, just like that…”

Your hips rut against your mouth a few more times, along with the involuntary movements of your pussy tightly clenching around her fingers and your clit pulsing in her mouth.

You instantly finish into her mouth and onto her fingers with a loud moan of her name, followed by your thighs trembling right after your climax. Thank God that the party’s music from outside was loud enough to keep anyone else from hearing what was going on inside.

Abby soon removed her mouth from your pussy while slowing the pace of her fingers, fucking you through it as you progessively recover from your orgasm. You hear a quiet groan escape from her mouth as she pulls her fingers out of you, watching as your cunt pushes out your thick white release and let it drip its way down to the counter. You watch her do the same movement from before, licking another stripe up your pussy to collect the rest of your release onto her tongue.

Once you were clean, Abby removes each of your legs off of her shoulders and pulls herself away from your pussy, wiping whatever that was smeared on her face with the back of her hand.

Abby then picks herself up off the floor and stands in between your legs to fix up your costume. Once you were all good, she helps you get off of the counter and back on your feet.

You reach over to pick up your halo off of the ground, Abby also doing the same with her snapback. “Thank you again for that, Abby…This definitely made my night.” you tell her, biting your lip again to hide back your smile.

The blonde smiles at you in response. “Of course, angel, its no problem…” she takes a quick breath before continuing. “You know…you can spend the night at my place, if you’d like..” she offers to you, nervously rubbing the back of her head as she does so.

You smile back at her and nod, your eyes beaming at her blue ones. “I would love that, actually.”

Abby then turns the knob and opens the door, revealing the chaotic atmosphere of the party once again. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” she tells you, keeping her hand back around your waist and by her side.

From that point forward, it was safe to say that the rest of that night was anything but slow for the both of you.

- a/n: i’m so sorry if this looks rushed, i really wanted to have this out by today! @ anon if you’re out there i hope you enjoyed it 🙏🏻

happy halloween y’all, stay safe for me tonight 🤍

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @whore4abby @zombholic @catfern

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spirit-jello · 3 months

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Im gonna fill ur page with requests BUTTTT

Imagine cockwarming gamer bf! while he's on a stream and ur trying ur best not to move

(and failing miserably bcuz everytime you move he pushes deeper inside u just so that u moan and he can humiliate the fuck out of u with millions of ppl watching)

Soooo I didn’t know who you were talking about so I just assumed I could choose my baby~ I hope you enjoy!

You were currently reading something online while your boyfriend was streaming. You were a bit needy, but since he was busy with his game, you decided to help yourself with some spicy stories.

“Babe, can you come in here for a second?” You heard Gyuvin call out, so you quickly composed yourself and walked into his office. “Hm? Are you done streaming already?” you asked, and froze when you saw his camera was still on.

“No~ but I wanted to show you off! The viewers kept asking about you.” He smiled cheekily, pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled, before letting out a squeak as he started to pull you on his lap. “W-wait baby I can stand” You laughed nervously, not wanting Gyuvin to feel your wetness through the dress because you stupidly decided not to wear panties. You remembered your thought process, ‘easier access for when he’s finished.’ God you hate yourself right now.

“But how are they going to see your cute face?” He pouted, finally getting you to sit down and wrapping his arms around your waist. Luckily(for him not you) he could still easily play his game, so you stayed silent, trying not to squirm too much.

As for him, he didn’t notice at first until he started bouncing his leg in excitement, it going in between your thighs. Now he feels your slick on his pants. At first he started getting flustered, faltering his quick skills for a moment, before smirking at an idea that popped into his head.

Oh dear. You saw his dark eyes through the webcam, and knew you were fucked. Funnily enough, you didn’t think literally.

“Give us one second viewers~ I have to fix something really quick” Gyuvin grinned, seeming innocent but you knew otherwise.

As soon as he muted and turned off his webcam, he lifted you up slightly and unbuttoned his jeans. “What are you doing??” you squeaked out, feeling his bulge through his boxers.

“More like what were you doing? Were you touching yourself without my permission?” He tsked teasingly, before pulling out his dick. “Baby, we can’t do this! Your viewers would start to worry if you’re gone this long-”

“Who said I was gonna be gone?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek before lining up to your folds, slowly pushing inside causing you to moan softly.

“Your punishment, cutie, is that you’re going to stay still on my cock, and if you even slightly move, I’ll bounce you once or twice. You wouldn’t want the viewers to hear your slutty moans would you?” You looked at him in shock, and a little bit of lust.

“I’m back, viewers! Just had to troubleshoot some things.” Gyuvin smiled at the camera after turning everything back on, returning to his game.

For the first half, you were pretty obedient. But then you slowly got more flustered as time went on. You’d let out whimpers from time to time, as your pussy would pulse in need without warning.

Without thinking, you squirmed trying to calm yourself down. By the time you realized what you’ve done, it was too late; He acted as if he was just readjusting, when really he gently thrusted up into your special spot. You let out a little ‘eep!’ but luckily you were able to bite back anything more. Meanwhile, the chat has been overflowing with thirsty comments about you, causing Gyuvin to chuckle.

“Guys, sorry to inform you but y/n is mine. Isn’t that right babe?” Gyuvin looked at you but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to be an asshat and thrust up a bit rougher causing you to let out a soft moan.

_craddymommy_: Is she ok? >_>

Your_mom_69: Dayum she made that sound?

BigDEnergy_420: hot ;)

God this was humiliating. Also the last two are such lazy ass names? “She’s fine, just feeling a little flustered, she is camera shy right hun?” He pulled you closer as if that was possible, you staying silent.

As a warning, he pinched the inside of your thigh as you bit back a whine; “It’s rude to ignore the chat you know.” He whispered in your ear, before pulling back and continuing the game.

As he went on, every once in a while you’d move and he’d move his hips to hit your g-spot.

After an hour more of ‘torture’ and many moans and concerned chatters, he finally leaned back and stretched, ending the live with “Sorry guys, I need to fuck my girlfriend.”

Right after the end button was hit, Gyuvin wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand going down to your clit as he fucks into you roughly. “You know how- haah- how difficult it was to not fuck you into oblivion with millions of people watching you cum from my cock?” He moaned in your ear, before getting bored of the position and turned you around, picking you up easily with his dick in you at the same time, before going to your bedroom while occasionally slapping your ass. Barely making it into the room, he threw you down on the bed on your stomach. He pulls your ass up and goes back into your tight pussy, pounding hard causing your moans to turn into screams of pleasure.

“F-fuck~ Slow down- ah~!” You whined, with him just ignoring you. As you babbled almost incoherently, him letting out a raspy laugh as if he wasn’t just as needy. “Fuck baby, you drunk off my dick already?” He slammed into you, his balls slapping against your thighs.

As if you weren’t already fucked dumb, he started spanking you leaving handprints.

“Mm~ such a fucking good girl. Mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” He growled, suddenly getting possessive thinking of the viewers who might be jacking off over your moans. Sadly you were too dumb to respond, causing him to flip you around and pulling you into a deep kiss.

“Mine~ don’t you fucking forget that” He muttered against your lips.

It didn’t take much longer before you were close, and right when you came, he followed shortly after.

A few moments of being out of breath, and him laying down next to you, Gyuvin looked to his side to see you passed out. Letting out a weak chuckle, he got up with a groan and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bath. <3

A/N→Hope you enjoyed ya nasty(Kidding ILY POOKIE) This was way longer than I thought it’d be 💀

#zb1 #zerobaseone #gyuvin smut #zb1 smut #kim gyuvin x reader #kim gyuvin #lord have mercy #holy fucking shit #gyuvin x reader

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midnightbluebells03 · 1 month

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hellooo! I wanted to request you (and if you are interested) power!bottom Abby or Ellie × sub!top reader. That's all, thanks!! have a good day.

SWITCHED POSITIONS

CW - strap on (A receiving), praise (R receiving), choking (R receiving)

WC - 1.7k

Reader isn't described (I think)

No outbreak

Leave me any requests for Abby or Ellie!

Hi my name is Cas and I'm a certified bottom, so if this sucks pretend it doesn't

"You're so cute when you're nervous," Abby teases from her position on the bed, legs still trembling slightly from the previous orgasm you gave her. Her taste still lingering on your tongue. Normally you would be in her spot, fidgeting inpatiently while she would be toying with the harness straps. However tonight she's the one sitting crossed legged, watching you carefully almost like you're her prey.

"Just- just wanna do a good job" you mumble as you finish adjusting the harness. A sleek brand new 7" black dildo is now attached between your legs. It's weird, unfamiliar. The added weight makes you knit your eyebrows together. But you had seen Abby use her one on you a million times, so you tried to keep yourself grounded. Failing miserably but trying. You pop the cap off the lube and apply a generous amount, not failing to notice how Abby's eyes follow your hand movements as you stroke the toy. The same way you do, knowing that it's only making her wetter by the second.

"You're gonna be fine" Abby tries to assure you, but it does nothing for your nerves. The rattling of your heart in your chest is almost concerning. If it wasn't for the fact Abby was a doctor, you might have called an ambulance. Once you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, she beckons you over with a finger. "Cm'here" so you listen, like always. Walking over and watching as she lays back on the bed, wiping your hand on the sheet while making a mental note to throw it in the wash after. Abby takes your hand and leads it between her legs, where you're met with so much wetness that you almost doubt if you need the lube. "Feel that?"

"Mhm" you say while biting your lip. Before you can move your hand against her clit Abby pulls it away.

"All from you" she flashes you a quick smile before tilting her head towards the space next to her. "So relax and lay down"

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, your voice sounding a little shaky as your nerves work their way up from your stomach to your throat. "Am I not meant to be fucking you?"

"Yeah baby, but" Abby's hand moves up your sternum until her fingers graze against your throat in a way that makes you gasp softly. "I wanna use you a bit first, until your nerves calm a bit" you just nod as her hand slowly wraps around your neck, there's no pressure it's just enough to make your heart speed up and your pussy ache a little. She always knew how to get you like this, needy. "Colour?"

"Green" you reply so fast it's almost embarrassing. Whining softly as Abby's hand retreats and pats the bed instead. You fill the space, propping a pillow behind your head as you watch Abby straddle your lap. Trying to not let your jaw drop at the sight. You could look at her like this forever, the way she pushes her hair out her face, the freckles splashed across her skin, every scar you had ran your fingers across lovingly. You just couldn't get enough of her.

"Good girl" her praise always made your breath hitch. But at the same time it calmed your nerves, knowing she really meant it. Abby slowly trails her hand down from your collarbone, ghosting over your sensitive nipples before resting it on your stomach. She looks like she wants to eat you alive. And you would let her. "God, you look so pretty like this"

You swallow hard while looking up at her. Trying to sound confident through your wavering tone. "You should see yourself"

Abby reaches down to between your legs, gently enclosing the strap in her hand and lining it up with herself. You can't decide where to look, at the toy disappearing or the way her face distrorts in pleasure. "Fuck" she moans softly under her brearh. Slowly moving until she takes the strap to the base, making you moan quietly at the way it adds pressure to your clit. "Fuck that's good" After a few seconds Abby starts to work in a slow steady rhythm. As you grab a fistful of the sheets below you. Unsure of what to do apart from just watch her and listen to the way her moans echo throughout the room. "You can touch baby" she teases. Your hands tremble as you reach for her chest, massaging her breasts in your palm while she moans. "Good girl"

"Abs" you try to buck your hips up, but her hands land down on them. Keeping you still as she moves to her own rhythm. She really meant it. She was going to use you. All you can do is watch and let your hands wander over the parts of her you can reach. One of her hands trails up your stomach until she reaches your throat. Wrapping her fingers around it and giving you a light squeeze. Enough for you to let out a soft moan and your hips buck up uncontrollably. The way it makes Abby's eyes flutter shut has you weak. So once her hands finally rest beside your head you move your own to her hips. Holding onto her as you start to move up into her, drunk off the moans she lets out with every thrust you give.

"Just like that baby" her gentle words only make you want to work harder. You grip onto her tighter, leaving little crescents in her skin as you bounce her on the toy. Sliently thanking all those times she forced you to go to the gym with her. Because when you two started dated there was no way you could've done this. "Such a good fucking girl for me, you wanna make me cum baby?" There's a slight hint of condescension in her tone. But you're too far gone to care. Only focused on making your girl feel good, making her feel even a fraction of the pleasure she gives you.

"Please" your core is already starting to burn a little, no wonder Abby had abs like that. Perfectly chiselled and currently covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Please please please". You start to beg, with each thrust another pathetic please leaves your lips. "Wanna make you cum"

Abby chuckles softly and places a hand on your stomach after a few minutes or so. Stopping you from moving anymore. "Okay, okay" dipping her head down to meet you she presses her lips to yours. Giving you a deep kiss as she slides herself off the toy. A soft gasp leaving her mouth as she pulls back. "No need to be so pathetic about it" the way she teases you makes your face feel hot. You don't complain through. Instead, you watch her roll over onto her back next to you. Patting her thigh while spreading her legs to make room for you. "C'mon then baby, show me what you've learned"

You quickly move. A little too quick, stumbling over the bunched up sheet as Abby tries to suppress a laugh at your eagerness. You hold the silicone in your hand while being incased by her strong thighs. Biting your lip at the feeling of Abby's wetness coating it. At first you rest your hand on her inner thigh, just looking at how pretty she is like this while you trace shapes with your fingers. Babyhairs stuck to her forehead, sweat glistening across her defined body. God, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have her. To be the only one to see her like this.

"What is it?" She asks while propping herself onto her elbows. A slight hint of worry in her voice at how long you had just been still. "You wanna stop?"

Shaking your head you finally snap out of your daydream. "You're just so fucking pretty Abs" your spare hand moves up to her clit, circling slowly as you line up the toy with her dripping hole. "Love that your mine, love that I'm yours"

"God" her eyes roll back as you push it. Starting to rock your hips slowly while darting your eyes between her gorgeous face and the toy covered in her slick. The endless prasies breathily coming from Abby are enough to make you ignore the pain in your core. Forget the fact you're going to be sore tomorrow. You speed up slightly, met with Abby's hands flying onto your back, pulling you down while her blunt nails scratch lines down your skin. The sting makes you moan loudly. "Shit just like that baby" she gasps in your ear, all you can do is moan in response, feeling it getting harder to move as she clentches around the strap. "So so close" Abby had always whimperd when she was about to cum but when you had her like this it was different. She sounded so desprate. "You feel it baby?"

The friction of the base against your clit was making your legs tremble. You know you're close but you're trying so hard to make her cum first. They same way she does for you. "Feels- fuck feels good" you moan while resting your forehead to hers. Feeling yourself teter on that edge. A soft whimper of "Abby" leaves your lips as your eyes screw shut.

"Yeah?" She teases through her shaky moans. "You gonna cum with me baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?" Nodding frantically in response you open your eyes for a minute. Just long enough to watch as Abby's orgasm rushes through her. Yours following only seconds after.

You slump down on top of her as you both try to catch your breath. Every muscle in your body feels like it's on fire as you slowly pull out, discarding the harness with the strap still attached to the bottom of the bed. You'll deal with it later. For now, you just wanted to be cuddled up with Abby before you both take a shower.

"You did so good baby" she presses a soft kiss to your head and you just smile. Already excited for the next time she let's you wear the strap.

#lesbian #wlw #fanfic #smut #writer #writing #fanfiction #tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #request

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so-long-soldier-writes · 6 months

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One of Those Days

poly!mikaelsons x reader | request

summary: between the constant fighting and city clamor, you're overstimulated from the minute you wake up. you try to isolate until you feel better, but sometimes, that only makes things worse. luckily, your loving vampire partners are always there for you.

tags: sensory issues, mental health, overstimulation, arguing, mild emotional hurt / comfort

word count: ~2.6k

a/n: requested by @asexualaromosafezone - i am SO SORRY this took me literal months to complete. a couple days ago, i suddenly remembered i never filled it and finished it asap. i hope you like it, and again, so many apologies!

Sometimes, you wake up, and can immediately tell it’ll be a hard day. The sun has barely risen, yet there’s already a million noises coming through your window. Chatters of people having their morning walks, car horns from those too impatient to let them cross, the distant clang of a dropped pot, and-

“REBEKAHHH!”

-Klaus, yelling for his sister. At seven in the morning.

“What the bloody hell are you shouting for?! I’m right here!”

You sigh, glad that mystery solved quickly.

There’s probably a few more minutes until your alarm rings, so instead of getting up a little earlier, you opt to enjoy your last minutes of peace. Though you soon realize that’s impossible, given your circumstances. On top of the city sounds, there’s a bird right outside your window, and when you try to turn away from it, the tag on your blanket itches the inside of your thigh.

“Ugh!” You toss the blanket off.

Your alarm sounds not a second later.

With a slap to your phone and then another to your forehead, you decide to just get ready for the day. Luckily, not much is planned. Marcel still has control over the city, and with you being human, your Mikaelson hosts don’t want you outside at all.

See, you live with the family of original vampires. You used to be a Mystic Falls’ resident, but then after developing a close connection with the siblings, decided to move to New Orleans with them and get a fresh start. You were tired of the small town life, and while the big city can be overwhelming at times, you’ll never get sick of the culture it has to offer. Besides, living with the most powerful family makes you happier than you ever believed you could be.

As much as you love them, though, they can be a pain. Like when Klaus can’t find his sister, but forgets a whisper would summon her just as effectively. Instead, he has to wake up the whole quarter, and inconvenience you with a headache. When you reach the dining room that day, you slump your head on the table.

“Everything alright, darling?” Kol’s voice floats over your head, making you aware of his presence.

“Tired.”

“Is your bed comfortable enough? Do you need more blankets?”

You haven’t been in the city long, and his consideration warms your heart.

“Oh, I’m okay. I’m very comfy. Just haven’t gotten used to the city yet.”

“Ah, I understand.”

His attention drifts to his sister. You busy yourself with a plate of food and ignore how tired you feel. When Elijah sits beside you, you offer a smile, but don’t say anything. The man, polite as ever, does the same. Though while two of the siblings are quiet, the other two aren’t. Klaus and Rebekah are still on the same topic from earlier. They bounce off each other quickly, childish banter turning into an argument.

You try to eat in peace and ignore them, but it’s difficult. And it doesn’t help that you’ve been feeling down lately, anyway. It’s rather unexplainable, the way you feel. Some days you’d rather stay in bed all day than face the world. Your whole body could be begging for you to get up and get things done, but you just can’t. No matter how hard you fight your own mind, sometimes there’s no winning the raging war.

To make matters worse, you’re always hypersensitive when you find yourself in these low moods. Every little thing is overstimulating and there’s no pause button. This morning, you didn’t even get a chance to wake up before the sounds started. (Thanks, Klaus.) You roll your eyes in your head, annoyed.

“Hey.” A poke to your shoulder startles you, making you jump. “You okay?”

“Ooh, you caught me off guard.”

“Sorry,” Kol smiles, “you in deep thought, or rolling your eyes at Klaus’ statement?”

“Uh…” You bite your lip. You were rolling your eyes about Klaus, but missed whatever statement it was that he just made. “What did he say?”

“That he was on his way to have a little chat with Marcel. That will go swimmingly.”

“Oh.” You snort and decide to joke. “Both.”

Kol grins at you, but then, thankfully, leaves you alone again.

After breakfast, you retreat back into your room, not in the mood to face the day. If Klaus is really going to start shit with Marcel, it’ll be an intense day. You’ve never met the current king of the French Quarter, but Elijah’s told stories. Marcel and the family used to be close, but then, like all their other relationships, ties ended drastically.

“But not with you, of course,” he had promised. “You’re our girl.”

You were skeptical for a moment. Who wouldn’t be, knowing the Mikaelsons? But then Klaus approached you from behind with a kiss to your hair and confirmed his brother’s words,

“As long as we have your loyalty, you’ll always have ours.”

You could see the truth in his statement. Everyone who ended up on their bad side had betrayed them in some way. So, as long as you didn’t repeat others’ mistakes; as long as you kept your trust in the family, you would be considered family. And ever since the day you first grew close, you have been their family.

You’re close with all of the siblings. Elijah, first, when you couldn’t take your eyes off him at Damon’s dinner party. Then Rebekah, and then Kol, when he undaggered. Even Finn, before his untimely death - thanks to Matt, your good friend now worst enemy. Klaus took the longest to trust you, and you can’t blame him for having trust issues, but once he realized how much his siblings adored you, he was quick to accept your place with them.

Now, the five of you live together, nine hundred miles from your hometown. It’s certainly a change, but every day with them is an adventure.

Like today, you suddenly think, overhearing Elijah’s footsteps in the hallway. Today has definitely been one of those days.

“Y/N?” He stops outside your door.

“Mhm?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Elijah opens the door, but doesn’t fully enter your room. He looks you up and down before smiling. “I just thought you seemed sad earlier and wanted to check on you. Is everything okay?”

“Oh!” You put on a brave face to mask the tiredness you feel internally. “Yeah, I’m just out of sorts today. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because if someone’s bothering you, that’s something we can take care of.”

“No, no, I promise. It’s all just me. Just having a day.”

“You’re positive?” He asks for confirmation again.

“Have I ever lied to you, ‘Lijah?”

He looks down at his shoes, embarrassed. “No, you haven’t. I apologize for doubting you.”

“It’s okay,” you step closer to him, resting against the door frame. “No need to apologize. But I swear, I just… woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something. New Orleans is a loud city. I’m still adjusting.”

“Okay. Well, call if you need anything. Even the smallest thing.”

“I will.”

“Oh, and be careful in the off-chance that Marcel storms in here. There’s a fight brewing in the quarter.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Better yet, stay inside for the day. So you’re not in harm’s way at all.”

“Okay, ‘Lijah.”

He smiles at you, then kisses your hand. “Now, I need to neutralize my brother. But I needed to make sure our girl was okay first.”

“She’s okay. Go deal with him.”

Elijah straightens his collar before speeding off to no doubt defend his brother in a fight. You love Klaus, but man, does he get angry. And then from anger, comes pure rage, then absolute chaos. Once situations escalate that far, the whole block better hide if they want to keep their hearts in their chest.

You sigh, thinking of the carnage that may come. You’re not sure you can deal with his anger issues today, especially not coupled with those of Marcel. Of all the days they have to fight, it’s the one that you might snap, too, if he raises his voice one more time.

Suddenly, your bed looks like the perfect oasis away from the mess behind your door. A good pillow over the ears might prevent an impending meltdown. You crawl into it at once and let your body melt into the mattress.

You hadn’t lied to Elijah, though you hadn’t given him the full truth, either. Yes, you are, in general, okay. Not necessarily today, but at that moment, you were. Also yes, you’re not feeling great today, partly because of all the city noise. And, finally, yes, most of it is just you and your body not in the mood to be awake. Though Klaus is contributing, just a little bit, to your mental distress today. Elijah would understand, of course, but then he’d have a talk with his brother about it, and you really didn’t want to burden either of them in that way, so you put on a smile and didn’t mention it. You’d bet Elijah knows the full truth, and knows why you won’t admit it, but he respects you if you don’t want to talk about it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much.

You get a couple hours of rest until your slumber is interrupted by a new knock on your door. It’s not soft, like Elijah’s, so it must be one of the younger two.

“Oh no,” you mutter, wondering what it must be now.

“Y/N?” Rebekah’s voice comes from the other side. “Are you awake?”

“I am now.”

She opens the door as you reply. “Oh what the bloody hell are you still doing in bed?”

“Sleeping.”

“Obviously! Come watch a movie with Kol and I! We’d love your company.”

“An actual movie, or the public display of violence happening outside in the quarter?”

“We haven’t decided yet!” She grabs your hand. “Come on!”

You yawn. “I’m gonna pass today, I’m not up for it.”

“Awh, Y/N! It won’t be as fun without you!”

“I have a headache, Bex,” you fib.

“Do you want some blood for that?”

“Does that even work like that?”

She shrugs, “not sure.”

You cuddle into your pillow. “Another time, okay?”

The girl smiles, then leans forward to kiss your head. “Okay. If you change your mind, come find us.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Dinner’s at seven. Will you be there?”

“Yeah,” you promise, “I should be better by then.”

You are not, in fact, better by then. If anything, your foul mood progressed into an actual headache within thirty minutes of Rebekah leaving. Shouts throughout the city managed to penetrate the thin glass of your windows, and you could hear almost everything as Klaus heckled the current king. For hours, it went on, until the sun went down and they assumedly put it off for another day. By seven o’clock, you were able to sneak in another nap, but you still felt way overstimulated from the day’s events.

Not to mention the fact that you spent all day in bed. Sometimes, you’re overstimulated by too much going on, but today you partly did it to yourself by hiding away all day. The guilt of avoiding everyone weighs on your chest. Rebekah had invited you to a movie; Elijah went out of his way to check up on you, and you had more or less dismissed them both. A bitter taste sits in your mouth when you think about it. Water doesn’t wash it out.

Hopefully dinner will.

For the first ten minutes, the night passes peacefully. Most of the conversation is focused between the meal and the movie the two had watched. The events of the day, seemingly, are left in the past.

But then, of course, Kol has to make a comment on something he overheard that he thought was funny. And that set Klaus off into a spewing of anger. He’s pissed at Marcel, but now, also, at Kol for bringing it up. Elijah puts his face in his hands, and Rebekah sends both a huge eye roll.

What was a moment of much-appreciated silence is now a yelling match. After five minutes, you reach your breaking point.

“Why do you feel the need to comment on that, Kol? It was so insignificant, but you’ve felt the need to bring it up, and now I’m reminded of how much Marcel has done to piss me off!”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, bloody hell! I thought it was funny!”

“It wasn’t funny to me when he was spitting in my face! I-”

“Oh my god! Are you ever not arguing?!” You suddenly shout.

The table goes silent and all eyes are on you. A needle could be dropped and it would be heard across the quarter.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quickly, embarrassed.

“Love,” Elijah puts a hand on your shoulder, “are you alright?”

At his touch, you flinch. He retracts his hand quickly, but doesn’t move his body away from its proximity to yours.

Klaus, although upset at the interruption, notices this and calms a little. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“That little outburst didn’t sound like nothing.”

“I’m just stressed.”

“Darling, what’s got you all upset? Tell us and we’ll sort it out now.”

“It’s no one, Kol, I’m just not feeling well.”

“Still have a headache, sweetheart?” Rebekah asks.

“You have a headache?” Klaus butts in.

The assortment of questions makes you drop your head. It nearly hits the table, but Elijah grabs your frame before you can fall. Tears form in your eyes, visibly.

“I’m just really overstimulated today. I woke up weird and this city is loud, and then there was all the fighting all day long, and then I hid in my room all day, but then I felt bad about hiding, and now I’m making you all worried because I can’t get my shit under control!”

“And that’s your fault, how?” Elijah asks, “you cannot blame yourself for the way you feel.”

“But I need to handle my emotions better. I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary, love,” Klaus adds, “I certainly haven’t helped, fighting with children all day.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah warns, but Klaus doesn’t argue with him this time.

“I should’ve stayed with you when you said you had a headache.”

“Don’t blame yourself either, Bex. It’s not your fault.”

“But we could’ve cuddled,” she frowns.

“It’s okay. I got a nap, and it helped a little. I just need to get used to my life being different now. None of you are at fault.”

“Nor are you,” the eldest reminds, “it’s been quite a day for us all.”

Kol clears his throat, “say, after dinner, if you feel up to it, we could all watch a movie and cuddle around you? I think some comfort is much needed.”

“Sure,” you agree, “but I might fall asleep during it.”

“That’s quite alright,” he smiles. He then stands up to hug you, but when his arms wrap around your neck, you freeze.

“Not yet, please. I’m still a bit stressed.”

He gives you a wink. “Of course, darling. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Klaus flicks his napkin across the table. He’s folded it into the shape of a heart. “We love you. You know that, right?”

You take the heart, kiss it, and put it in your pocket. “I do. I love you all, too. Thanks for understanding.”

#poly!mikaelsons x reader #poly!mikaelsons #elijah mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #tw mental health #i feel so bad for taking so long on this

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xxcallmemaryxx · 5 months

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HIYA THERE!! im in absolute LOVE with everything u write like omg idk how many times ive reread everything here BAHSJBDGAS

ssssoooo if youre still doing ur lovely requests, may i ask for how a virgin AFAB reader's first time with the ghouls would be?

like the reader is hella scared of intimacy but is damn fucking horny and badly wants to take the next step with them? yeah hnggh

ITS UH FOR A FRiEND

Heheheehee this is gonna be soooooo self indulgent

Ghouls x GN reader

(Obviously talks of sex, but no smut and nothing going into detail)

Mountain knew before you even said anything to him. Ever the observer, he picked up on your change in behaviour almost immediately. He was aware of your lack of experience, so when you felt you were absolutely ready to share this moment with him, and from your own change in behaviour around him… Mountain put it together pretty quickly. Mountain spent days mentally planning how he was going to make the night perfect for you, so when the night came, and you were both sure it was happening… he spent every second focusing entirely on you. He is very observant and he pays very close attention to your body and the way you respond to him. Mountain will constantly ask you if you’re okay and if what he’s doing feels good. Of course for your first time he takes it easy, and focuses on getting you used to (not only him) but to lots of different sensations that come with having sex for the first time. All in all, it’s very very intimate with Mountain. He makes sure you can feel every ounce of love and affection has for you, he secretly has a lot of pride in the fact that you trusted him with such vulnerability. And he will cherish this very moment for the rest of eternity.

Aether almost can’t believe you’re trusting him to share this moment with you. When you tell him, he asks you about one million times if you’re sure, not because he doesn’t want too… but because he is so ecstatic about this he doesn’t believe he isn’t dreaming. Once it really sinks in that yes, you want to have sex for the first time with him he immediately sits down with you and has you throughly tell him what’s good and what’s not good for you. He goes nice and slow, his self control with you is unreal. Only focusing on you feeling good, to Aether his own pleasure is not important right now. This is about you and you having a good first time. He holds you so gently, and checks in with you constantly. And Aether looooves to tell you how good you feel and how good you’re doing and how proud he is of you. He will absolutely hold your hand the whole time to keep you nice and grounded with him, keeping you close to him and as comfortable as possible. To Aether, sex isn’t about the end goal. It’s about the act itself. The intimacy and the real and raw feelings that flow between the two of you. That is what he loves the most, and he is just so unbelievably grateful that he gets to share this with you.

Swiss takes a bit of a different approach, in the sense that he still wants you to have a good time but he doesn’t want you to focus too hard on it being as perfect as possible. He wants you to feel good, and he wants you to feel good with him. So he sticks to what he knows… which is being a little bit goofy with you. He 100% helps you get comfortable, and makes sure you have everything you need before you two start. Don’t get him wrong, he completely understands how important this is to you and that this is a big deal. It’s a big deal to him, Swiss is over the moon to share this with you and it’s something he too will never ever forget, but ultimately he’s going to keep the mood light, that way if something doesn’t feel too good at one point, or if you don’t finish (because that is completely natural, which he made a point of telling you just incase) he wants to ensure that you still had a fun first time despite the possibility of it not being as perfect as possible. The time for experimenting and having more serious or intimate sex is later, the time for just enjoying the moment and enjoying each other is now. So expect some hushed giggles between the two of you, expect him to be all smiles the whole time and expect him to just be really chill and happy. Happy to be with you. Happy to be experiencing this with you. And happy that he is able to make this moment as enjoyable and memorable as possible for you.

Dewdrop is all guns blazing ready to run at whatever the hell the world throws at him at every waking minute since he was summoned… so when you told him you wanted him to be the ghoul you lose your virginity too he could barely keep himself calm. He pretty much drags you back to his room with the biggest smile on his face. Let it be known he has zero malicious intent here, this behaviour is pure excitement to experience this with you. He’s got about a million questions to ask, everything ranging from what you think you’re into to what’s on or off the table tonight. Dewdrop is eager, partly to feel good with you and partly to be the reason why you feel good. He can’t stop kissing you, you two haven’t even made it to the bedroom yet and he just can’t stop himself. He’s a real talker, he likes to tell you every little detail about how good he feels all because of you and how amazing you feel and how well you’re doing. He picks up on the way your eyes light up and your shoulders untense when he tells you this. His claws are all over you, pulling you closer to him and touching you everywhere. He reminds himself to chill out a little, and there will be more opportunities to switch things up a bit later. His eagerness to please you shines through quite a few times and he speeds up a little without realising, but he catches himself. Despite all this, he still keeps a close eye on you. Making sure you’re still present with him and enjoying yourself as much as he is, if the sounds he’s happily pulling from you have anything to do with it.

Rain was not at all prepared, he was happy to be with you and exist with you and love you without the sex for as long as you wanted. Even if that meant forever. He never wanted you to feel pressured at all, so if it never happened between you two he was okay with that. But imagine his surprise when you very confidently brought it up to him, and told him you wanted him. Him!! He almost didn’t believe you, and he absolutely had to double check you were sure you wanted him right? So when the time came and you were both in bed together he was nervous. What if he does something wrong? What if he does something you don’t like? What if you don’t enjoy yourself? He cuddled up with you for a bit to settle himself down and then he was able to snap himself out of it and realise even if it didn’t all too smoothly you two could always try again another time. He checks in on you a lot, double and triple checking that you felt good and that what he was doing was okay. He presses constant little kisses all over your face and neck, trying to keep himself as grounded as possible because damn you just feel phenomenal. He tells you too… but he figures you already knew that from the sounds he’s not able to keep to himself. He coaxes the most beautiful sounds from you as well, and he can’t help but get a little bit lost in you. You both soak each other in and really just take the time to make love to each other for as long as you both want. There’s no end goal here, just loving each other.

Phantom could probably be considered a little bit less experienced too. Since being summoned not too long ago there’s a lot he’s still getting used to and things he’s yet to properly experience. Sex was one of them. Well… sex on the surface… and with a human. You two bonded over this, it came as a kind of comfort knowing there was someone else who just understood. Which ultimately turned into being the very person you both wanted to change that with. Phantom had a pretty good idea of what to do, you were the one that was going in with nothing to go off. The only thing with Phantom was… he wasn’t prepared for how good you were going to feel. It really threw him, and so as a result his mind went completely blank and all he knew was you. Just you. The way you looked underneath him, the way you felt around him, the way your hands held onto him and don’t even get him started on the way you sounded. And then just like that he was zoned in. Chasing pleasure he couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without. He held you close and buried himself within your being. Trying to just scoop up as much of you as he possibly could hold. He gets a little bit possessive over you, because he now has the knowledge that he was the one who introduced this pleasure to you, and helped you experience this for the first time. And he would rather march himself back down to hell then ever let anybody take this very special moment away from the both of you.

(Also hey requests are open but shhhh you didn’t hear it from me)

#the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain ghoul x reader #aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghoul x reader #rain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #phantom ghoul #phantom ghoul x reader #mary’s headcannons

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shadowlali · 6 months

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mayor que usted - ch. 3 [epilogue]

COD AU - Coronel Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~7.6k series masterlist

series summary: You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love? Based off this request.

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Alejandro is taller than reader), age gap (not specified but keep it legal), stalker behavior by unwanted suitor, mentions of blood/violence/death/killings, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of narcos/cartels, mentions of drugs, mutual pining, size kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, HEA a/n: almost a week after i said i would post :( thank you once again for being patient, i had the chapter finished but i still wasn’t content and ended up switching/adding a few things. life also got pretty busy. this is indeed the final chapter but maybe in the future i’ll write more about this lovely couple <3 hope you enjoy!

Reader's P.O.V.

The first thing you notice when waking up is the stench. A mixture of mold, sweat and heavy chemicals. It seeps through the walls and into your skin. You feel heavy, not just from the pounding headache, but from the thick air and your inability to move. You lift up your head slowly, doing your best to open your eyes. You have no idea of where you are or even what your last memory is.

“Ah, she’s finally waking up.”

You freeze, recognizing that disgusting voice… León. Even through the fog in your brain you manage to recall the trip to the coffee shop that resulted in being kidnapped. It only took a matter of minutes for León to subdue you. The only reason you knew it was him before you were knocked out was because of the nauseating cologne and the sparkle of heavy chains around his wrist. Fear courses through your veins but you try to stay calm.

You open your eyes slowly, noticing the dirty walls and liquor bottles that litter the floor. You’re sitting on a hard metal chair, unable to move because of a thick cord that binds your legs and arms. León stands facing away from you, leaning over the counter while he uses a small card and a rolled up bill to inhale a white powder divided in little lines. While he inhales, you take in the rest of your surroundings. It seems like a run down trailer from the small space and the peeling newspaper that covers the windows.

León turns around, a sick smile on his face. He wipes away the powder left on his nose and walks slowly to you. You stay quiet, your throat constricting from the sudden need to vomit. A million questions run through your head. Why are you tied up? What does León want with you? Does Alejandro know you’re gone? He stands right in front of you, reaching a hand to caress your jaw. You flinch away from his touch.

He makes a tsks sound and quickly moves to grip your jaw. “Don’t be rude, princesa.”

You hold in your whimper of pain and try to move away from his hand. “Stop, let me go–”

He moves his hand lower, squeezing your neck. You can feel the dainty chain dig into your skin. León removes his hand to touch it, seemingly mesmerized by the butterfly.

“Is this how you treat me,” he demands,” after I buy you your favorite flowers? You go off and start dating some pendejo?”

He yanks the chain off, throwing it on the small counter. Tears prick your eyes from the sting of pain and the loss of the necklace, the necklace Alejandro gave you. León’s eyes are becoming wild, dilated from the drugs in his system.

“I don’t like red roses,” you spit out,” and Coronel Alejandro Vargas is going to find me. We’ll see what he does to you.”

León barks out a laugh, reaching behind his back to pull out a handgun. “You think he’ll find you before or after I kill you,” he growls while pressing the gun to your temple.

Your body runs cold yet it doesn’t stop you from talking. “Does it matter? You kidnapped the girlfriend of the man who took down El Araña and El Sin Nombre… people who had so much more money and manpower than you. You think he’s not already here? Maybe lurking outside–”

“¡Cállate, cállate!” León screams,” Hija de tu puta madre! He–he won’t bring me down! I will make sure I destroy everything he loves just like he destroyed my labs.” [Shut up, shut up! Daughter of a bitch!]

He paces around the small space, waving the gun in the air as he thinks. You stay quiet, too scared to speak again.

“I’m building an empire. One that you, princesa, could have been a part of. But instead you chose him, and he’s doing everything he can to destroy me.” León stops pacing to stand in front of you again. With the tip of his gun he lifts your chin. “I know Vargas is going to find us eventually… I’m going to make sure he watches me put a bullet in your head, princesa.”

He taps the gun to your chin and walks out with those final words. Tears burn hot behind your eyes and the feeling of wanting to vomit only intensifies. You hold it in as best as you can, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you see a man walk in with a machine gun strapped to his chest. He gives you a once over but fortunately stays standing by the door.

The guard's phone rings and he turns away to answer it. You take that time to wiggle your wrist, trying your best to loosen the restraints. By the grace of god, the restraints give out almost immediately. Before the cord can fall to the ground you hold it in your hands. An idea pops in your head right as the guard finishes the call. You swing your body on purpose, tipping the chair over and landing on your side.

You let out a small grunt of pain and see the guard place his phone on the counter and walk over to pick you up. Luckily he doesn’t notice your untied hands, roughly sitting you back up with the chair.

“¿Eres una estúpida o qué?” he spits out. [Are you stupid or what?]

Your arm pulses from landing roughly to the ground but you stay quiet. You’re not sure what to do next to get him to leave the phone but by another miracle someone pounds on the door. The guard steps out and you take the moment to drop the cord from your hands and lean down to unravel the restraints that tie your legs to the chair. Even if you go down tonight, you’ll make sure you go down fighting.

Free from your restraints, you stand up on unsteady legs and swipe the phone. Seeing that it's a flip phone, you quickly punch in Alejandro’s number, hoping he picks up. It only takes one ring and you hear his staticky voice through the phone.

“Hello?” his gruff voice answers.

“Alejandro?” you try to keep your voice quiet, ”Alejandro can you hear me?”

“¿Nena? Nena ¿eres tú?” His voice softens but still sounds panicked. “Where are you? Hold–hold on, stay on the line so I can trace you–” [Is it you?]

You feel your throat close, tears fall freely down your cheeks at the sound of his voice. “Ale, I don’t have much time but it was León,” you take a deep breath,” I don’t know where I am but please, he wants to kill–”

You feel the trailer shake from the guard walking up the small stairs. You end the call and delete the number quickly, throwing yourself back in the chair. You just manage to wrap the cords around your legs, no time to re-wrap them around your arms, before you hear the man laugh on the other side of the door. He opens it, barely taking a glance at you to grab his phone and once again close the door.

You don’t even try to stop the tears that fall freely from your eyes, hoping Alejandro is able to do something, anything to save you from León.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.OV.

He hears the call disconnect, not wanting to believe it's true,” Nena! Mi amor, please answer me! Kill? Kill who–”

“The call ended, Coronel.” Rudy’s soft voice interrupts Alejandro.

Alejandro slams his phone on the desk, the object bouncing and landing on the floor. He doesn’t pick it up, leaving it exactly where it lands. His heart pounds rapidly, blood rushing to his ears. The panic hasn’t stopped since he received a call from your boss, informing him that you hadn’t returned and the soldier assigned to protect you was found in their alleway, a gash on his head from being hit.

Alejandro immediately rushed over, finding the soldier being loaded onto a stretcher, still unconscious from the hit. Once your coworkers told him you were walking towards the local coffee shop, he rushed over to see a group of employees from both the coffee shop and the corner store talking about what they heard. They presented him with your broken phone, which was found right next to darkened tire marks from where León’s car sped off.

He didn’t know it was León for sure, but he had high confidence that it was. The conversation he just had with you confirmed his suspicions. Alejandro feels like he’s going insane. Every emotion ranging from anger and terror and panic has invaded his body for the last hours. He can usually compartmentalize his feelings when under pressure, but this is different. Your life, your well-being, you are involved in this.

His reality has shaken, shifted for the worse. Los Vaqueros have been broken up into groups, some scouting the area you were taken from to others reviewing the various security cameras from that part of town. Alejandro is so close to breaking, the only reason he hasn’t is because he needs to ensure you get home safe. Rudy is his lifeline through all of this, keeping Alejandro focused and not letting him destroy his office.

“Alejandro? Alejandro!” Rudy’s voice cuts through Alejandro’s thoughts once more. “We were able to trace the phone call—“

“To where? Where?”

“Another location in the mountains. Not too far from here, but it isn’t precise. The call lasted less than a minute.” Rudy states.

“Let’s send out some drones to scout the area while we prepare a team. She mentioned something about kill, Rudy,” Alejandro's voice breaks, completely terrified.

Rudy places his hand on Alejandro’s shoulder, noticing his bloodshot eyes and the lines that mar his face. Alejandro looks like he’s aged many years in the hours you’ve been gone. “We’re going to find her, Coronel. She’s going to be okay.”

Their thermal cameras catch a large group of people in a field. Once again with a similar set-up of tents, trailers and semi trucks. In the footage Alejandro makes out a much larger trailer, surrounded by armed guards and a car parked in front. A car that matches the description of the one caught in the security cameras back in town.

His stomach churns, knowing that you’re most likely being kept there. He hopes, prays that León hasn’t done anything to you, that you weren’t caught with the phone. Alejandro and Rudy set their plan in motion. Surrounding the field, they park a few clicks away. They decide it’s best to enter quietly with two groups, one entering through the back while the other enters through the front.

Alejandro and his team enter through the back, taking down the guards that surround the perimeter. They spread out in small groups, walking slowly through the mazes of trailers and tents. Even if Los Vaqueros aren’t here to take down León, the way the labs are set up is bound to cause an explosion soon. Alejandro has the sudden urge to start destroying the labs, but he stops himself, not until he has you in his arms and a bullet in León’s head.

With a quick swoosh he stabs one and another in the neck. Adrenaline runs through his body and gives him the strength to move the bodies behind a trailer. Alejandro works his way through the trailers and tents, his eyes on the big trailer that most likely holds you. He tries to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting any of the men to get trigger happy with their machine guns or grenades.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V

You don’t know how long it’s been. The chemical-filled air is messing with your senses. You try not to breathe too deeply, but it’s difficult to avoid it. Hours pass and unfortunately León returns. He slams the door and paces around the trailer. He’s breathing erratically, running his hands through his hair and tugging at his collar.

“Esto no puede—esto no puede estar pasando!” León yells while slamming his fist on the counter. [This can’t be—this can’t be happening!]

He turns to look at you, fixing you with an ugly stare. You can tell the drugs are affecting him from the constant fidgeting. You’re not sure if he’s taken more or if it's the same lines from earlier.

“I make good product,” he motions to himself, ”I make some good fucking product! There’s no—there’s no reason for people to be dying from this!”

He’s yelling now, kicking the liquor bottles on the floor and knocking over anything that he can get his hands on.

“I know what I’m doing,” he points an accusatory finger at you, ”my product was going to change this entire fucking region!”

You stare back, wide-eyed and confused. He breathes deeply before turning around and placing both hands on the counter.

“You really should’ve chosen me, princesa” he whispers,” I would’ve been the better choice.”

He stumbles slightly, reaching a hand into his jeans to reach for his gun. You’re paralyzed with sudden fear, wondering what he’s going to do. I have to do something, I have to do something, I have to do something, is repeated over and over in your head. Even if you can’t physically overpower him, you still have to try. Thinking quickly, you loosen the restraints around your arms and legs.

In León’s drugged out state, he barely notices your movements. You grab the chair and with all your strength, slam the metal object on his head. León grunts in pain and falls. You take that opportunity to reach for the gun on the counter, immediately stepping back. Your body is so weak after inhaling the heavy air, that you double over on the other side of the counter.

“Pendeja, I’m going to make sure you regret that.” León growls. He stands up, grabbing onto the counter to right himself.

A wave of dizziness hits you again, León taking the opportunity to grab you by the arm and throw you to the floor. Your head hits the floor hard, the gun falling out of your hands and sliding away.

“No!” you scream, feeling León grasp at your leg.

With all the strength left in your body, you kick him square in the chest. You begin crawling away and immediately kick him again when he tries to reach for you. León sees you reaching for the gun and throws his body to grab it first.

You beat him to it, picking it up and pointing. You don’t think, immediately pulling the trigger twice. The gun vibrates in your hands and you feel the recoil from the force of the two shots. Your hands shake and tears once again begin to fall from your eyes. You barely recognize the sound of ongoing gunshots outside and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

The door to the trailer slams open and even with your eyes blurry and your body trembling, your turn on your knees and point. It’s not until you hear your name being called by the voice you love so much that you bring both hands down. Warm hands grasp yours and take the heavy gun away from you. Strong arms wrap around you and Alejandro’s woodsy scent invades your nose.

“Shhh, mi amor. You’re okay, you’re okay,” he whispers,” I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.”

You’re sobbing, melting into Alejandro’s arms and breathing him in. He presses warm kisses on your forehead and rubs your back with soothing circles.

“You did so well, baby. Held up all on your own,” Alejandro murmurs on your forehead, ”We need to leave. We need to go now.”

He doesn’t give you much room to argue, standing you up and tugging you towards the door. He doesn’t let you take a look at what happened to León, keeping your head pressed to him. He pauses by the counter for a brief moment then helps you down the small steps of the trailer. You hear shouts and see the blood orange light of a fire out of the corner of your eye, but Alejandro drags you along with him, not stopping to talk to anyone.

You’re loaded into a Jeep, practically sitting on Alejandro’s lap. The tears don’t stop and you keep your head pinned into Alejandro’s neck, inhaling his warm skin. It’s hard to process what’s happened, from the moment you were abducted to the moment you fired two shots. You have no idea what happened to León, and you can’t find the energy to care.

The car eventually slows down and you look up to see you’ve arrived onto base. The tears have stopped, but you want nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for eternity. Alejandro has other plans, immediately taking you to their on-site doctor. You sit on the exam table, holding onto Alejandro while he stands. The doctor, a kind older woman, asks you a few questions but you assure her nothing happened except inhaling the fumes and hitting your head.

“I think it’s best you stay here so I can monitor for the next few days, okay?” She suggests, her soft voice and Alejandro’s hand on your back calming you down.

“That’s a good idea,” Alejandro agrees.

Too exhausted to speak, you nod and hold onto Alejandro while he takes you to one of the beds in their small infirmary. He doesn’t let your hand go, not when they take blood to run tests or insert an IV. You think it’s for your comfort, but one look at Alejandro’s face and you realize he needs this just as much as you. His eyes scan your entire body, as if he still can’t believe you’re safe and with him. Alejandro stays with you the entire time, holding your hand when you fall asleep from the exhaustion.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

He watches you sleep, running his hand over your arm and whispering sweet words when you’re in the middle of nightmares. Alejandro still can’t believe it, that you’re here, finally safe and with him. He couldn’t imagine, didn’t want to think about what he would do if he lost you. Now more than ever he’s committed to forever being in your life, in any way you allow him.

Alejandro barely notices his own exhaustion, not wanting to leave your side in case you wake up. Movement at the door causes him to stand up, Ximena and Rudy walking in quietly. Rudy stands by the end of the bed while Ximena engulfs Alejandro in a tight hug. He wraps his arms around her and squeezes tight.

“Thank you for bringing her back,” she whispers.

Alejandro kisses the crown of her head and she steps back, wiping away the tears from her face. Rudy nods to the door and Alejandro follows, leaving Ximena to stay while you sleep. Once outside of the infirmary, Alejandro notices the injury on Rudy’s face.

“I’m fine,” Rudy assures, ”it’s a little sore but not too bad.”

Alejandro nods, clapping Rudy on the shoulder and bringing him in for a hug. “Anyone else hurt?” he asks once they separate.

“Nothing the doctor couldn’t fix. Leon has a shitty cartel,” Rudys says with a laugh, ”our men are fine. Them? Not so much.” Rudy immediately stops laughing, as if remembering something. “There’s–there’s something else, Coronel.”

Alejandro crosses his arms over his chest, and raises his eyebrow, nervous at what Rudy has to say.

“León had some of his men test out a new product. It killed them… We don’t think it hit the streets in Las Almas or any surrounding towns, but we’ll keep a lookout.”

“Good. Thanks, Rudy. ¿Y León?” [And]

“One in his shoulder and another in his stomach,” Rudy states,”We took him to the hospital but I don’t know if he’s going to make it. We did catch his second-in-command unharmed, pendejo was trying to escape in one of the cars but we shot out the tires. If they have any other labs in Las Almas, we’ll find them, Coronel.”

“So we don’t need León anymore?” Alejandro asks, more to himself than to Rudy.

“No, I guess not…What happened in there? You’re usually a much better shot if you were trying to kill him.”

Alejandro shakes his head, looking back into the infirmary to take a glance at your sleeping form. “I wasn’t the one who shot him.”

Rudy glances at you, nodding with pride once he understands.

“She’s going to be sleeping for a few hours. If you or Ximena can stay with her until I come back–”

“Where are you going?” Rudy asks.

“I need to make a trip to the hospital.”

Rudy stares at Alejandro for a few moments, noticing the serious look in his eyes. He opens his mouth, ready to stop him, but another glance at your sleeping form has Rudy shutting up. He nods and pulls Alejandro in for another hug. Alejandro walks out to his truck, quickly getting in. Sitting in the driver’s side, he contemplates his next actions. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out your broken necklace that he found in the trailer. The broken butterfly winks back at him in the low light. Alejandro makes a decision and puts the car into drive.

No one pays too much attention to Alejandro when he walks into the small hospital. Not when he asks for the room León is staying in or when he closes the door and shuts the blinds. The hospital staff continue with their tasks, even when they hear León's heart monitor turn into a shrill alarm. Alejandro emerges minutes later, only slightly winded. He leaves the door to the room open, and once when he’s peeled out of the parking lot, do the nurses and doctors go in to turn off the machines and announce a time of death.

You’re in and out of sleep in the days that follow, waking up only to eat or shower. Alejandro is there every step of your recovery, only leaving for a short while when you encourage him to get some rest. Once the shock wears off and the doctor informs him that you're in perfect condition, Alejandro takes you back to his ranch. His mom and Rudy’s mom are there waiting, ready to dot on you and make sure their sons are okay.

Alejandro doesn’t want to leave you, even if all threats have been eliminated. But there’s still the matter of finding and destroying the rest of the labs.

“Nena?”

You look up, placing the boxes of tea and cookie tins on the table. His mom and you have been preparing food and a care basket for the soldier assigned as your bodyguard. You felt awful once you were told he was hurt after the altercation with León. Fortunately, he was recovering well at home with his family.

“Yes, Ale?” you ask, walking over to Alejandro and wrapping your arms around his middle.

He tilts his head to land a soft kiss on your lips, his body calming down once you return it. “I need to leave with Rudy for a few days,” he murmurs,” we need to make sure it’s done.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, ”I feel much better. Plus, your moms and Ximena will keep me company.”

“This will all be over soon, mi amor. I promise.”

“Promise?” you ask.

“I promise,” Alejandro affirms.

It’s not difficult to convince the second-in-command to give up the rest of the labs. Alejandro and Rudy are thorough and efficient in their interrogation methods. They find out more about León in the process as well. He wasn’t anyone special, just an idiot who thought making and selling drugs would bring in easy money. He had no real plans or strategies, only dumb luck that ran out very quickly.

Los Vaqueros find and set it all on fire, wiping away León’s small cartel and his entire existence. It’s not until the last tent and barrel of chemicals is knocked down does Alejandro finally feel peace.

“Ready to go home?” Rudy asks, glancing at the rearview mirror as he drives. “Nightmare is finally over.”

Alejandro nods, recognizing that he’s right. Rudy and the other Vaqueros engage in conversation on the drive back to base. Alejandro stays quiet, thinking about… you. Even before the last of León’s cartel was taken down, this was mostly all finished. Yet, you returned his kiss, leaned into his touch, helped him pack his bags and hugged him tight before he left.

It wasn’t because his mom was there and you felt the need to continue with appearances, it was simply because you wanted to. The night and morning you two shared, wrapped in each other’s arms, is still fresh in Alejandro’s mind. He’s confident in his love for you, in his need to have you in his life for the rest of eternity.

Reader’s P.O.V.

You hear the sound of the front door opening, waking you from your sleep. It’s past midnight, so you quietly run down the hallway, recognizing Alejandro’s footsteps. He stops in his tracks, opening his arms for you. A muffled oomph and laugh escapes his mouth at the force of your hug.

“You’re back,” you whisper,” are you okay? And Rudy?”

“Sí, mi amor. We’re all okay,” he whispers back,”and it's all over. Exactly like I promised.”

His hands cradle your jaw and he brings his lips down to meet yours. You breathe in, running your hands up and down his hard chest. He steps back after placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Who else is here?”

“Just your mom and Ximena,” you respond, ”they’re in my room.”

“Let’s go to the patio then. I want to talk to you, nena.”

Alejandro grabs a blanket from the basket in the living room and leads you to the back patio. He sits down on the patio couch first, then tugs you down to sit right next to him. You shiver slightly, partly due to the cold air and also because you’re curious at what he wants to talk about. There’s a million things he could say, but your mind races and scrambles. He wraps the blanket around you both and breathes in deep. He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your lips, scanning his eyes over your face.

“Te amo.”

Your eyes widen at his statement and your heart begins to beat faster. You open your mouth to respond but he places a finger over your lips, shushing you.

“Let me finish, please.”

You nod, wanting to hear what else he has to say.

“Te amo con toda mi alma, nena. I think I have for a long time… I was just too scared to admit it,” he asserts. “This–this fake relationship that we had, it didn’t feel… it didn’t feel fake to me. I knew it was, I knew, I understood why we had to but–but it was difficult to separate—I couldn’t pretend, not with you. Never with you.” [I love you with my entire soul]

Alejandro cradles your head in both hands. He’s close enough to where you can see the tears pool in his dark brown eyes, even in the moonlight. Tears cascade down your own face, emotions clogging your throat.

“You deserve someone different, someone younger and less bloodstained–”

“Ale–” you interrupt, shaking your head.

“No, nena. Let me finish,” he whispers. “None of those things stopped me from falling in love with you. Even if you don’t feel the same, I’ll always be here. I’ll always protect you and find you and love you. I failed, I let León take you away. But it won’t happen again, I swear.”

“Ale,” you cry out,” I love you. I love you so much.” You press a kiss to his mouth, tasting your own tears mixed with his. “It felt real to me too. Please, don’t think León was your fault. That was all him. It was all his fault. And you saved me, you found me in less than a day. You took down everything,” you assert, ”you made sure he and his drugs will never hurt anyone ever again.”

You bring your fingers up to his jaw, lightly running your hands through his scratchy beard. He cradles the back of your skull and fuses his mouth to yours. You whimper into his mouth, hoping he can feel the immense amount of love you have for him in this kiss.

“Thank you, baby,” he says while pressing another kiss to your lips, “thank you,” another to your jaw, ”thank you,” another right underneath your ear. “I want you to live with me. I want you to sleep in my bed, I want to watch the sunrise with you before I go to work, I want to come home and listen to you talk about your day, I want to take you horseback riding, I want to take you to see the orchard. I want it all with you, nena.”

You nod to everything he says, wanting all the same things. “I want to live here at your house too–”

“Our home. This is our home,” Alejandro corrects you.

You stay locked in each other’s embrace for the rest of the night. The blanket and Alejandro’s body heat keep you warm. Your lips are swollen and you feel his beard scratch your neck. It’s a feeling you didn’t realize you missed. You both fall asleep, waking up to the sound of the patio door opening and Alejandro’s mom placing two coffee cups on the small patio table.

“What are you going to do with all your stuff?” Ximena asks, pointing to your vanity.

“I think I’m going to give it away? I only need the rest of my clothes and personal belongings.” You say, folding your dress and placing it in a box.

Having returned to work the day before and assuring your coworkers you were okay, you’re now packing up your things. Alejandro was serious when he said he wanted you to move in, taking it upon himself to speak to the landlord and break your lease. He paid for the fees and even told you to grab the things you needed most, promising to buy you anything else. As sweet as Alejandro is, you like your clothes. But you won’t say no if he wants to buy you more.

“So… Can I pick stuff out?”

You laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah, Ximena. Take whatever you want.”

She helps you pack up your things, choosing stuff that she likes and putting them aside. Soon, you hear a knock on the door and find Alejandro, Rudy, and their moms outside. You’re a little confused, knowing that Alejandro was going to help you take things to his house, but unsure of what everyone else is doing here.

“I think it's time to come clean, mi amor,” Alejandro whispers, kissing your cheek.

“About the fake dating thing?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he agrees, “don’t worry, no se enojarán.” [They won’t get mad]

They take it… surprisingly well. They do become somewhat annoyed once they realize the four of you knew, but once Alejandro explains they needed to keep it secret for it to actually be believable, they understand perfectly. And it also helps when Alejandro tells them that the whole fake dating brought you two closer, and now, actually in love.

“We’ll have to plan a wedding soon!” Alejandro’s mom exclaims.

You let out a nervous laugh, “um–”

“Amá, please.” Alejandro interrupts, sending his mom an indiscernible look. [Mom]

She rolls her eyes and turns to look at Rudy’s mom, ”marriage is too much but moving in together isn’t?”

You walk away, feeling your face heat. Alejandro scrubs a hand down his face in exasperation and hits the side of Rudy’s arm once he begins laughing.

“You are so right, Mrs. Vargas,” you hear Ximena agree, laughing along with her brother and mom.

It takes two afternoons for you to pack up your belongings and get rid of anything you don’t want. The guest room at Alejandro’s ranch already has a lot of your other things and Alejandro encourages you to keep that room as yours, especially when you want alone time. You set up the rest of your books and journals on the wooden desk, all gifts from Alejandro from years prior.

“This weekend,” Alejandro starts, tucking you into his side. It’s after dinner and the two of you are sitting on the couch, Alejandro going over reports and you reading a book. “This weekend I want to take you on a picnic. The peach orchard should be blooming by now.”

You put your book down, grabbing Alejandro’s hand. “Yes, that sounds fun!” you say.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

Nerves eat at his stomach. Alejandro tries to calm his breathing and instead focus on the dirt path. The drive up to the orchard is picturesque, a testament to Alejandro’s labor. You point in delight at the goats and the addition of two horses in the field. He drives the ATV slowly, telling you about the first peach trees he planted. You listen with rapt attention and he turns to look at you, watching the wind ruffle the frills of your dress and the sun warm your skin.

Alejandro takes you to the perfect spot, one he had already picked the day before. You walk around the trees while he sets up the picnic, gently touching the petals on the flowers and taking pictures on your new phone. He watches entranced, his heart beating rapidly in his chest at the way your eyes light up.

“I’m setting this as my wallpaper,” you say, showing him your screen.

“Pretty, como tú,” Alejandro states. [Like you]

You roll your eyes in fake annoyance, failing to hide a shy smile. He sits down, patting the space next to him.

“This is–this is nice, no, beautiful. All of it, Ale. The farm, the trees, this picnic. You’re really hard-working, you know that right?”

Alejandro shakes his head, feeling his face blush in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and landing a kiss on his cheek. He brought all your favorite fruits and cheeses and even managed to make your favorite lemonade. He keeps the picnic basket next to him, keeping your gifts hidden inside.

Butterflies move amongst the flowers, delicate and colorful. The birds chirp and sing all around you. He takes it in, breathes in deep and listens. You’re recounting a story from your childhood, about the first time you went to the library by yourself and could barely carry all the books you checked out. You were back a week later with all the books read and a new list.

He’s always thought your obsession with books and journals is sweet. The first gift he bought you was a journal covered in pink tulips. Los Vaqueros were in the middle of a mission, stopping in a little town for supplies. He walked past the shop window on his way to the Jeep and stopped in his tracks once he saw it. Alejandro immediately walked in and bought it, keeping it in his desk until your birthday.

Alejandro has the sudden urge to kiss you, to feel your warmth on his skin. So he does, tugging you to him and molding his mouth to yours. You taste sweet, like the lemonade and strawberries. Gently, he lays you down on the quilt, moaning once your hands glide through his hair. Your soft thighs open for him and he presses his hips to yours. Knowing how ticklish you are from his beard, he places soft kisses on your forehead then over your eyelids, on the tip of your nose, over the apples of your cheeks, and on your neck.

He pauses, looking at the space where your necklace used to be, now free from any jewelry. “I have–uh, a gift,” Alejandro stutters, sitting back up.

“Oh, um, okay?” You say in confusion.

He reaches into the picnic basket and pulls out a long, thin box. He opens it and flips it towards you to see.

“It’s a new one,” he explains, “I don’t know why the other was broken. If it was ripped off or something else, but I wanted to give you a new necklace.”

It’s the same design as before. The same dainty chain and sparkly gold butterfly. You deserved a new one and he missed seeing something of his on you.

“Ale–I… thank you. Thank you,” you say, placing the box down and reaching to hug him tight. “You shouldn’t have brought me this but,” you place a finger over his lips to shush him,” but, let me finish, I’ll accept it because you won’t take no for an answer. And I also really love it,” you laugh.

“Here let me help you put it on,” Alejandro suggests.

It looks beautiful on you, like most things do. There’s another thing that would fit nicely with it too. Alejandro reaches into the picnic basket again, the nervousness returning.

“I have another gift for you, mi amor.”

“Alright, now you’re pushing it and I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything,” you tease.

There’s a small, square box in his hand. He opens it and presents the ring to you. The same one he saw you look at in the jewelry store. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands.

“¿Te casarías conmigo?” [Will you marry me?]

You glance at the ring and back up to him. Tears pool in your eyes and you nod. “Yes, yes, yes!” you exclaim.

Alejandro’s lungs inflate with air once he hears your answer. He slips the ring around your finger and pulls you in close, pressing his lips to yours. A chorus of I love you, I love you, I love you is repeated by the both of you. You jump in his lap, hugging and kissing him with so much intensity that he loses balance and falls on his back. He wraps his arms around you, chuckling at your reaction.

“I can’t believe you got the one I wanted,” you whisper.

You hold up your hand and watch the diamond glitter in the sunlight. Alejandro flips you both over so your back presses to the quilt. His lips trail a path from your neck, to the little butterfly and down to your chest. He tugs the thin straps from your dress down your shoulders and runs his nose on your skin.

“Of course I did,” he says, “I have my grandparents' wedding bands that we’ll use for the ceremony. If that’s alright?”

You help him push down your dress, lifting your hips for him to tug the dress down your legs. You lift your chest to unclip your bra and throw it to the side. Alejandro immediately latches his lips to your nipple, sucking gently at the soft skin.

“Yeah,” you moan, “that’s alright with me.”

You arch your back, pushing more of your tit into his mouth. He sucks and bites, laving your sweet skin with his tongue. Alejandro’s fingers drag down to your inner thighs and back up your stomach. His pants tighten at the feel of your heated skin. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you moan, running your hands through his hair. He moves down to press a kiss on your lower belly before sitting up.

He tugs off his shirt and unbuckles his jeans, kicking them off along with his boots. You reach down to wiggle out of your tiny panties. In a single movement he spreads your thighs open and runs his tongue from your warm entrance to your clit, back down and up again. Alejandro’s eyes flutter close and he moans at your taste. He does it again, but this time using only the tip of his tongue to tease you.

It’s been a while since you two were intimate. Kissing and cuddling is the most you’ve done, and Alejandro is perfectly okay with that. He’s wanted to give you all the time and space you need to feel better, and he’s perfectly content to wait longer. But the past week you’ve been more affectionate with him. You’ll run your fingers over his lower stomach and tease his happy trail, lightly rub your ass on his cock when in bed, kiss him until you’re both breathless and panting.

“So wet,” he murmurs, running his thick finger through your folds.

He prods your entrance with two fingers, scooping your slick and slowly fucking it back into you. He’s breathless at the feel of your sticky heat, so grateful to experience this all over again. Alejandro rubs his beard on your inner thigh and kisses the soft skin.

“Oh fuck–that tickles,” you moan, stifling a laugh.

Alejandro speeds up his movements, making sure to press and bump on the spongy spot that makes your back arch. His tongue moves to tease your clit and you gush so nicely around his fingers. It takes all his strength to not reach a hand down and relieve the ache in his hard cock or rut against the ground.

He’s only tasted you a few times, yet he’s memorized every centimeter of your cunt. You whine and grip the quilt as he repeatedly licks your swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby–that’s so good,” you cry out.

He lands a glob of spit on your button and moves his thumb to rub fast circles. Alejandro removes his soaked fingers from your entrance and sinks in his tongue. His thumb continues rubbing and rubbing but his tongue tastes you slow and precise. He moans at your taste, burying his face into your perfect pussy.

Your thighs wrap around his head and you begin to shiver. You pulse and drool right onto his tongue as you come, Alejandro lapping with intensity. Once he knows you’ve had enough he stops, kissing your mound and lower belly. He moves to his knees, brings you in closer and runs light fingers over your inner thighs. Your eyes are closed and your body twitches with the aftershocks.

“Was that good, mi amor?”

“So good,” you mumble.

Alejandro pumps his cock as his eyes scan your pretty face and peaked nipples, down to the slick mess between your thighs.

“How do you feel, baby? Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asks.

You nod your head and open your thighs more. “Please fuck me, Ale,” you whine.

Alejandro leans down to take your mouth, rubbing his tip up and down through your folds. He shivers at the feeling. Your hands frame his jaw and you bite and suck at his bottom lip. Alejandro presses his tip at your entrance and plunges to the hilt. He stills from the heat and flutter of your pussy, wondering if this is what heaven is like.

“Shit, shit–fuck,” he stutters.

"So big–that feels so perfect, Ale," you moan, "you stretch me so good, baby."

He pulls out slowly and plunges back in. Your fingers caress his arms and back and your thighs tighten around his hips. He’s grateful, grateful, so grateful. Alejandro moves his face into the crook of your neck and moans with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, I love–love you,” he groans,” so fucking–oh god– fucking perfect for me.”

“I love you,” you whimper, “I love, baby.”

Your little whimpers and breathy pants go right into his ear. Nothing could drag him from this moment, from you. Wet and warm and slick and so beautiful, he thinks. His hips slam faster and faster against your own.

“My pretty fiancé,” Alejandro moans, “all mine.” He reaches for both of your hands, linking his fingers through yours and pressing them onto the quilt. “Isn’t that right, nena?”

“Yeah, ye–yeah, I’m all yours.” you whine. “And you’re all mi–mine, too?”

“Just for you, only for you.” he promises.

Each plunge into your pussy sends heat up his spine. Alejandro feels your fingers squeeze his and the twist of your hips meeting each of his thrusts. Baby, I’m close–oh, oh–so close you chant. Alejandro releases one of your hands and brings his thumb down to rub your clit.

He’s close too, electric-like shocks cascading through his body. Alejandro leans up slightly to watch your face. He pounds into you faster, practically fucking you into the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fu—” you cry out. Your mouth stays open in a silent scream and you clamp harshly around his cock.

Alejandro’s own orgasm simmers beneath his skin, feeling you fall apart in his arms. His hips move in sloppy, stuttering thrusts before shuddering and releasing deep inside of you. He keeps pounding, making a mess inside of you and all over your inner thighs. The last of his energy is drained and he falls right beside you.

You curl up to his side, placing your head on his chest. The two of you fall asleep for a short while, woken up by a cold gust of wind from the setting sun. Alejandro helps you put on your clothes and has you wait on the ATV while he packs up all the things. The drive back home is quiet and serene, his hand linked tightly in yours.

You shower together, caressing and running soap over each other’s bodies. He holds you close in bed and runs a hand down your soft back.

“Ale?”

“Hmm?” he asks, smiling at the sleepy mumble of your voice.

“Your mom was right.”

“About?”

“We’re going to have to plan a wedding soon,” you whisper.

Alejandro laughs,” yeah, I guess she was right.”

You soon fall asleep, Alejandro holding you close, comforted by the heat of your body and the future ahead.

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Sunburns - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: A beach day goes wrong when someone forgets the sunscreen. [Requested]

Warnings: None, very fluffy with an established relationship. | Words: 1.206k

A/N-> Very, very old request I found. Maybe I even posted this before, but if so, read it again :)

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You had a lovely pout - in Wanda's opinion - the rest of the way back to the tower.

After spending hours at the beach on what was supposed to be a decent tourist weekend with the rest of the Avengers, you all were heading home. And because you were born in California and were so used to the sun and didn't have to, in your words, worry about sunscreen like everyone else, you were sitting on the last seat - afraid to move and get anything on your sore skin - looking very much like a shrimp.

Natasha and Tony had spent the whole way with a million puns and teases that made the rest of the car laugh and your frown get worse. Wanda's amusement at your stubbornness turned into something else when she noticed your discomfort at getting up.

Before you could isolate yourself in your room, however, she followed you inside - scarlet magic working in the air to the bathroom, from where towels were soaking with ice water, and healing ointments from the cabinet moved - and ignoring your questioning look, she stole a short kiss on your lips, one hand pushing you sitting up in bed.

"Ouch." You complained softly over the burns, and Wanda retracted her hand with a guilty expression.

"Sorry, baby." She asked, taking her hand to move your hair out of the front of your eyes, stopping between your legs as your hands instinctively landed on her thighs.

"No problem." You assure softly, offering her a gentle smile. The items she asked for floated into the room, and you raised a curious eyebrow. "What's with all this stuff?"

Wanda holds the wet towel in one hand, and the other gropes your skin very gently. " You're hot."

"Thank you?" You tease making her roll her eyes with amusement.

"Your skin, Y/N." She clarifies by moving the item to wet you. The relief is small, but it is appreciated. "You need to cool the burn before giving the medicine. Don't you want to take a cold shower?"

You bite back a smile, your hands going up to her hips.

"Only if you join me." You suggest, lifting your face slightly for Wanda to kiss you. She smiles, meeting your lips but pulls away before you can deepen, and manages a soft grumble.

"I can barely touch you..." She recalls, fingers moving along your ribs until you pull away with a mumble that makes her laugh. "Go, tiger. I'll wait for you."

Half begrudgingly, and stealing as many long kisses as you can, you leave the room for a cold shower.

Wanda is not surprised to hear the loud complaints a while later. She finishes sorting an outfit for you before entering the bathroom, finding you static under the water.

"Aren't you moving?" She comments almost teasingly as she approaches, eyes glittering with amusement. You mumble with your arms crossed and eyes closed, water running down your skin and it's an image that makes Wanda bite her lips.

"I'm fine like this, thank you."

She laughed softly, reaching for a bar of soap. "You need to clean yourself up."

"Everything hurts, and I'm going to stay still forever until it gets better." You retorted stubbornly, finally opening your eyes and finding a smiling Wanda shaking her head in disbelief.

"What a crybaby." She mocks affectionately, face growing close until you meet her halfway, but Wanda only brushes her lips against yours and turns away with a smile, raising the soap between you. "Let me help you."

You grunt automatically, taking a step back. Wanda raises an eyebrow. "Be gentle." You ask and she chuckles softly.

"Of course, baby. Now come on, closer."

With a sigh, you obey. It was an interesting bath, to say the least. Definitely different from the ones you take together - which usually consist of heavy sighs and intimate, bold touches - this one consisted of gentle complaints and mischievous giggles.

But eventually, you were wrapped in a towel on your way to bed, and Wanda was drying her arms as she followed you out.

You appreciated the choice of clothing - and honestly, Wanda did too because she could see so much skin - and had finished dressing when Wanda sat on your lap.

"Hum, hello you." You greeted somewhere in surprise but she giggled, and it was only then that you noticed the ointment in her hands.

"Hold still." She asked as she poured some of the cream on her hands. You sighed, but obeyed, your hands resting on her thighs at the side of your body as she began to rub the ointment over the length of the exposed skin.

You were more than pleased to watch her concentrated expression so closely, counting the nearly invisible freckles she had on her cheeks as her fingers traced your body.

"How many dirty little thoughts you're having, baby." She remarked almost mockingly, eyes meeting yours for only a second before she touched a particularly sensitive spot that made you grunt in pain.

"I'm sorry, but can you really blame me?" You retort, applying gentle pressure to her thighs. "Such a beautiful girl on my lap and running her hands all over my body? My imagination flies."

Wanda giggles, a soft pink appearing on her cheeks. "I could have done this sooner. With the sunscreen, if you weren't so stubborn..."

You let out an exclamation of false disbelief: "What? I could have had this before? My god, regret is bitter." You state playfully making her laugh. Her mistake is to throw her head back as the exposed neck in front of you is enough for you to firm your grip on her thighs and move forward, soft kisses making her laugh harder with the tickling.

But Wanda sighs as she gets used to it, the more precise pressure making her blink heavily before she remembers what she was doing. Biting back a mischievous grin, she pokes your ribs and you pull away with a loud grunt.

"Babe!" You complain about the pain, but she laughs, stealing a quick kiss before raising a finger in warning.

"Behave yourself, Y/N." She says. "Let me finish or it might get infected."

With a sigh of defeat, you nod in understanding. She smiles, going back to rubbing ointments on the reddest spots.

"Let me see your back." She asks as she gets off your lap, and you sigh softly as you move to lie on your belly. You let out an appreciative sigh as Wanda sits on you.

"My my, this is getting interesting." You comment closing your eyes and Wanda chuckles.

"You're the worst." She comments as she works with the burns on your back.

"But you love me." You retort back, and she smiles, leaning her face in until her mouth is at the height of your ear.

"I really do, very much so." She assures sweetly, kissing your cheek before pulling away. You smile, but you had downplayed your tiredness from the day at the beach. After a few seconds of lying on the soft bed with Wanda drawing patterns on your back, you are practically asleep.

She smiles warmly as she notices, and unhurriedly finishes off the ointment until your breathing grows deep.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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hi ^^ can you do best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head ?? like she’s so curious how it all works and i feel like eddie would be so vocal omg like so instructional while trying to keep his cool lol

I know this trope has been done a lot, so I hope y'all enjoy my take on it 💚

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m!receiving), fem!Reader, kinda perv!Eddie, mention of weed, Eddie & Reader are both over 18

WC: 1.8k

The cafeteria is buzzing with conversation, including the table where you sit amongst the Hellfire boys. Mike and Lucas are arguing over something–you can’t be bothered to pay attention to their constant squabbles anymore–while Dustin is whining about his failing Spanish grade to Gareth and Jeff.

The only ones not talking are you and, surprisingly, Eddie. He’s nibbling on a pretzel, reminding you of one of the bunny rabbits that congregates in your yard. You’re not exactly sure why he’s so quiet, but you take this opportunity to whisper, “Can we go out to your van for a sec?”

His eyebrows pinch together in confusion; if you wanted weed from him, you would wait until after school hours to buy. Well, buy wasn’t the right word, considering Eddie always gave you yours for free.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sliding his chair back from the table without bothering to push it back in. If one of the meathead jocks happens to trip over it and twist an ankle before their precious game, that’s not his problem.

You wait until you’re outside, away from anyone who could possibly overhear the absurd request you’re about to make, before you start speaking. “So, um, you know how I have that date tonight? With Mark?” you ask, biting your lower lip nervously. You can taste the strawberry gloss that you’d reapplied after finishing lunch.

Eddie’s already digging through the glove compartment for the baggie he keeps stashed away. “You want some for him, too?” His tone is impatient; irritated, even, as he pulls out the blunt he’s already rolled for you. “Because I only brought one.” For you, he adds silently.

“Wha–oh, no; I didn’t need any weed,” you tell him, shaking your head before dropping your gaze to the gravel beneath your feet. “It’s our third date, and I was thinking he might wanna…y’know…do stuff?” You cringe at the phrasing, but press on. “But I…I don’t really know how.”

“Sweetheart, if you’re confessing your virgin status to me, I already know,” Eddie says with a smirk. “I mean, we’ve been friends for a million years. If you did it and didn’t tell me, I’d be pissed.”

You manage a giggle at his candidness. “Nope, still a virgin,” you report miserably. “And last time, he asked me to give him head, but I told him I had to get home. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t wanna do it wrong.”

Eddie shrugs. “Just don’t use teeth,” he replies casually. “Other than that, there isn’t much you can do wrong.” He starts back towards the school, pausing when he realizes that you’re not by his side. “Look, I don’t have any other tips. I’ve only ever been on the, uh, receiving end of dick sucking.”

“Yeah, well,” you mumble, shoving your hands in your pockets and brushing the toe of your sneaker against the ground, “that’s kinda what I wanted to ask you. I was thinking that maybe I could…practice on you?”

Eddie’s eyes practically pop out of his head. “You…you wanna do what?”

“Forget it. It’s stupid, I’m sorry. Can we never talk about this again?” Tears well up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away before he can notice. What were you thinking? Asking your best friend if you could give him a blowjob?

“Hey, no, I just wanted to make sure that’s what you meant.” He smiles, letting his hand graze yours. “Do you mind…in my van?”

You nod, returning his smile with your own shy one. “Um, yeah. I mean, no, I don’t mind. I can give you head in your van.”

Eddie swallows a lump in his throat, opening the back door and helping you inside. He lays down on the shag carpet–the one you always tease him about–and pats his thigh. “C’mon over.” He watches as you timidly straddle his waist, trying not to sit down on his lap. “You’re not gonna crush me, y’know,” he jokes lightly. “And even if you did, s’not like I’d be mad about it.”

You hesitate but ultimately let yourself rest on him; immediately, his cock starts to stiffen, and you pull back. “Shit, I-”

“S’okay,” Eddie says, tilting his head. He’s not about to let you know that this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten him hard; just the first time you know about. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Fingers fumbling with his belt, you pull on the strip of leather until the shiny metal clasp unhooks from its notch. He undoes the silver button on his pants but lets you tug his zipper down until you get a glimpse of his blue-and-white checked boxers. “Can I take these off?” you ask.

“Y-Yeah, ‘course,” he stutters, sitting back on his elbows to give you more leverage. You have to keep yourself from gawking at his hardened length as it rests against his Iron Maiden shirt, tip leaking a pearly bead of pre-cum. He mistakes your awe for nerves, and he quickly adds, “if you changed your mind, I’m not gonna be mad or anything–”

“No,” you shake your head. “I just d-don’t know where to start.”

Relief visibly floods his body. “I like being teased a little. Like, kissing it or licking it–holy fucking shit.” His train of thought is abruptly cut off when your tongue flattens against the base of his shaft, dragging upwards until you reach the head. His lithe fingers grab onto the collar of your cotton t-shirt, twisting the fabric around them just to steady himself.

“Like that?” you ask, giving him eyes that are far too innocent for someone who just coated his dick with her saliva.

“J-Jus’ like that,” Eddie nods, gripping your shirt tighter as your lips brush against his length with tiny, measured pecks. “And then you’ll wanna–fuck–wanna focus on the tip. Wrap your lips around it, there you go.” His toes curl as you lower your mouth, licking at the saltiness. “Make, like, circles w-with your tongue.”

You do as he says, feeling him twitch against your parted lips. A wanton moan escapes him, and it’s music to your ears. A sign that you’re doing something right.

“When you’re ready—Jesus H. Christ, your mouth feels s’fucking good—hollow out your cheeks and kinda…glide down? I dunno, all the blood is rushing to my dick right now.”

You blanche as you reposition yourself, glancing at his girth. “Eddie, I…I don’t think I can fit all of you in my mouth.”

His fingernails could tear through your shirt with the grip he has. “Shit, y-you can’t say that. Actually, you can. Tell me how fuckin’ big I am, baby.”

Baby. You try not to let this new pet name distract you as you say, “you’re huge, Eddie. I won’t be able to take it.”

“Yeah? Gonna choke on my cock?” Eddie growls, momentarily forgetting his role as oral sex tutor. “S-Sorry. Um, if you can’t, you can use your hand to help you out.”

“Okay,” you nod, crouching back down. One hand rests on his thigh while the other wraps around the base of his dick. He hisses at your touch, and you smile despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“M-Might help if you spit on it. My, um, my dick.”

The trail of saliva drips down until it reaches his wiry patch of pubic hair. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few more times for good measure before opening your mouth a bit wider and bringing your head down.

“Thassit, keep doin’ that. Don’t worry about getting it all; jus’ do what you can.” His knees tremble as you move a bit faster. “You can do the t-tongue thing when you come back up. I really like that, fuck.”

You want to ask about the pace: is it too fast? Too slow? But when you lift your gaze to meet his—your lips still on his length—he lets out a whimper. A fucking whimper.

“Yes, look at me, baby. Look at me while you blow me,” he pants. “Wanna see your cute little mouth stuffed full of my cock.” And if that wasn’t enough, what he says next could stop a bullet in mid-air: “You’re better than I ever imagined.”

That’s enough to warrant you to ask a follow-up question, and Eddie could cry when you pull away. “You imagined this?”

“Mhm,” he squeaks out. “Wanted you f’so long. Please just keep going. Please don’t stop.”

So you don’t. You find your rhythm, using his groans and twitches to find what he really likes. It’s messy and different but so fucking right.

“Hnng, baby, ‘m gonna cum. You might wanna—”

But you shake your head gently, not wanting to break the momentum you’ve built. You lock eyes with him, silently telling him that it’s okay.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You can spit it out if you don't wanna swallow, pretty girl. B-but ‘m about to c-cum—fucking shit!” You take as much of him as you can until you start to gag, and you feel his hot release hit the back of your throat. It’s a lot; much more than you’d anticipated, but you swallow it all.

Eddie stares at you incredulously, momentarily speechless. “Did you just…?”

“Was I not supposed to?” The intimacy of it only dawns on you now. He’s just teaching you, and now you’re going on a date with someone after swallowing his cum. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

He barks out a laugh. “Do not apologize for that. Just wasn’t expecting it.” He sits all the way up, adjusting his softening dick and re-fastening his pants. “So…that’s how you give a blowjob. Any questions?”

There’s an awkward silence as you contemplate, ultimately deciding to ask. I mean, you’d just performed oral sex on him; he could answer a measly personal question.

“When you said you wanted me for so long…did you mean that? Or were you just saying it?”

Eddie’s gaze is suddenly glued to the van floor. “Look, you’re with Mark now. I can’t…”

“Did. You. Mean. It?” You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for his response.

He relents after a moment. “Yes, I meant it. I’ve had this big, stupid crush on you, but I kept making excuses not to ask you out, and then you got with Mark—”

You cut his rant short with a clumsy kiss, noses hitting each other as you press your lips to his. You stumble a bit and he catches you, bringing his hands to your hips. “I have a big, stupid crush on you, too,” you admit, “but I figured you would’ve asked me out if you felt the same way.”

This time, Eddie kisses you, soft and sweet. “I can taste myself on your lips,” he murmurs into you. One finger grazes your pants button. “Do me a favor?”

“Yes, I’ll cancel with Mark,” you say, teasing but truthful.

“I mean, you fuckin’ better,” he laughs, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I need you to lie down f’me.”

Your brow creases. “Why?”

“A gentleman always returns the favor.”

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actress

tags: biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x actresses!Afab Reader, Fluff, Established relationship, reader is a famous actress. Mentions of sex and sexual acts but no action is taken. Minors should still take extreme caution reading!

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader is on set of her newest movie and Simon comes to visit!

a/n: First story I’m posting! I’m a little nervous for what everyone will think but I hope you enjoy it!

ps. biker!Simon is my current hyper fixation so bare with me if there’s like a million more biker au stories :}.

edit: adding this in but my requests are open!

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It was a warm Tuesday inside studio lot B. A beautiful facade of a two story house stands in a field of white daisies. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked onto the set. It looked so real! An exact replica of the real house you’ll be shooting on in a week.

The role you are playing is that of a farm wife with her three children, except your husband is having an affair with the barns keeper and your sleeping with the maid. Neither of you know you’re both cheating of course but the children do. The entire plot of the movie is the children trying to get the parents to find out about the double affairs. It’s a LGBTQ+ romance set in the early 1950s. It’s filled with steamy sex scenes and overly dramatic fights.

It’s the exact kind of movie you love doing. Sappy period pieces. In fact the movie that put you in the spotlight was almost exactly like this except it was the 1860s and you where a young unmarried queen with a “live in maid”.

Your boyfriend of 5 years Simon, or as his biker group likes to call him “Ghost” for the skull bandanna he likes to wear around his face, dropped you off on set on his newly refurbished 1980s Harley Davidson. You swore sometimes you thought he was more in love with that bike than he was with you.

“Make some money baby.” Simon told you after a steamy kiss early this morning.

Simons always been supportive of your career. The two of you met on the set of a Tv show when he was hired as a last minute extra for for some bike scene you can barely remember. For Simon it was love at first sight, but for you it was ‘I’ll wait and see where this goes’. Spoiler: You fell in love and are engaged, set to be married later this year.

“Where is my Anna Marie?” You hear your director yell out as you sit in your makeup chair getting touches done to your character’s signature red lip.

“Over here Clark! I needed my lips retouched. I think Amy got a little excited!” Clark Russel. You’ve worked with him a few times now and he’s always been a joy and a pleasure to work with, not something you find comes easy in this industry.

“Your needed on set in five. We’ve got to have this last shot of you and Blanche in the kitchen. We’ve got one week of shooting left here in the studio before we all go out on location.” Clark quickly spills out with you barely catching any of it.

Blanche is played by your costar Amy Heart. A talented actress 3 young years older than you. You’ve done several movies with her by now. You consider her one to your best friends and even plan to ask her to be a bridesmaid.

“James, Finn and Blanche are all on set. We just need you.” Clark makes direct eye contact with you as your makeup artist finishes the last touches on your makeup. He always insisted on calling people by their character names and you never questioned it.

James is played by Arther Godwin. The man that’s supposed to be your characters husband. You’ve never met him before this project but a quick IMDB search led you down a rabbit hole of bad low budget horror movies that you and Simon later binged watched. Finn is played by Roderick Grant, a fresh face. This would be his breakout role after a stream of hit indie movies.

“All done.” Your makeup artist releases you and you stand up from your seat grabbing the jacket that goes with your costume. You throw the jacket on around your shoulders and loop your arm in Clarks.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” You say in an over dramatic southern accent to which your director roles his eyes at.

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After 3 more hours of grueling take after take of Clark just having to get the tear sliding down your cheek just right, to which you where ready to rip his head off. Your just about to pass out on your trailer couch in nothing but a robe and very thin 1950s appropriate lingerie, when you hear 3 gentle knocks on your door. You get up with a puff of air leaving your lips putting your hands in your hair.

“Who is it!” You yell not really wanting to get up to answer the door.

“Open the door and find out!” You hear that oh so familiar thick Manchester voice behind the thinness of your trailers door.

In no time you’re rushing to the door and pulling your bulky fiancé in to your trailer and lacing your red lips with his. Simon closes the door through your sloppily sweet kisses. He smells of expensive leather and gas but you still drink all of him in.

“You miss me tha’ much?” Simons thick accent lets out through a smirk.

“Always.” You smile up at the tall man resting your chin on his chest.

“How was today? Make anyone else cry today?” Simon jokes but you take serious offense.

“That was one time and I didn’t even mean to yell at the poor guy.” You slap his shoulder as you both take a seat next in the oh so comfy couch in your trailer.

“I was only joking love.” Simon laughs and places a gentle kiss to your temple. He has one hand around your shoulder and the other rubbing up and down your thigh softly. You with one of your hands on his much bigger thigh and the other holding the hand that’s around your shoulder.

“Long day. Completely closed set. Only Clark and the main cast where set to shoot today.” Closed sets are usually indicators that you where filming your sex scenes today. You had one with your on screen husband and one with Amy. You almost never liked doing sex scene with men. It was never because Simon didn’t want you to or that you ever hated your male costar. You had this respect for Simon and you felt like the sex scenes could get too real sometimes. Personally, you never wanted for Simon to watch a scene of you sharing a bed(or even sometimes a kitchen counter) with another man. But every time you would ask Simon he would always just say some form of ‘This is all make believe. It isn’t real. I know you love me and some fake sex scene isn’t going to change that.” You still sometimes denied it though.

“When are you off?” Simon ask softly moving his hand further up your thigh.

You knew the game he was playing, he always did this when visiting. He always got you worked up and sweating before you had to go back and shoot a scene.

“30 minutes my love. We have to finalize a few things for today, but nice try honey.” You push Simons hand down slightly and look up towards him. Of course he has the cheekiest smirk on his face.

“I miss you at home.” Simon says kissing down your neck this time and creeping his hand back up your thigh.

“Simon.” You whisper scold him as he makes his way onto your shoulder planting sweet kisses.

“I miss the way you smell…” He grabs your hips and lays your back flat against the couch hovering over you as he plants kisses down over your collar bone. You inhale sharply when he moves his hand under the thin bra provided by the costume department.

“I miss the way you feel…” He moved his other hand to finish untying to robe from around your waist. He slowing starts kissing his way down your stomach stopping at the hem of the very 1950s lingerie.

“And I certainly miss the way you taste.” Simon has a giant smile planted on his face when he plants open mouth kisses down your thigh.

And just when he’s about to touch your center 3 harsh knocks are placed on your door.

“Miss, Mr. Russel said he needs you.” The voice calls out not even waiting for you to respond.

Simon lets out a laugh and you sit up and push him lightly.

“That’s not funny!” You whisper yell at him only to make him laugh even more. You stand up and tie your robe back around your waist and walk to the trailer door.

“It’s a little funny.” Simon says watching you with a panicked look on your face.

“I’ll be back in 20 minutes. I love you.” You place a gentle kiss on Simons lips and him returning the kiss.

“I love you too.” He says back placing one final kiss to your forehead.

Before you leave however you whisper into his ear “I think you owe the costume designer.” and bite the end of his ear playfully.

Simon watches you with his his cheek drawn inside his mouth as you grab the door handle of your trailer and leave him alone with his nothing but his thoughts for the next 20 minutes.

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final thoughts: i definitely got carried away while writing. I tend to do that. I get caught up on details that most likely don’t even matter all that much. I feel like somethings definitely could have been left out and more things added in but in the end it’s just a story and if you don’t like the first few sentences, just skip the story and move on.

@gauloiseblue for you friend <3

#simon riley x reader #fluff #slight smut #afab actress reader #biker!simon #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod simon riley #if you see this thank you <3 #and also if there are mistakes i’m sorry but i’m only human #and also i’m just a girl

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