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yuutx · 2 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ! (𝒵𝐻𝒪𝒩𝒢𝐿𝐼)

dragon form!zhongli x f!reader . sfw — fluff . established relationship ⟆ waking up with zhongli when he is in his dragon form ! ⟆ not proofread !

this fic is inspired by the dragon!zhongli collection by @dragon-ascent ! ! i absolutely adore her works + i luv reading them ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The soft fur of his tail brushes your nose, the sensation tickling you enough to rouse you from a deep slumber. The scent of glaze lilies floods your senses, and you find yourself inhaling deeply. You nuzzle your face deeper into the softness that smells of glaze lilies and a musk that is uniquely Zhongli, before slowly peeling your eyes open as the feeling of a forked tongue flicking out to lick your cheek forces you into consciousness.

A sleepy giggle bubbles up in your chest, and you raise your hand to stroke the long length of Zhongli's snout. He lets out a deep rumble, shifting in his sleep to wrap his large body tighter around you. You can feel the hard scales of his belly pressing into your back, his thick tail wrapping around your legs. His large, dragon form is curled protectively around you, the soft fur of his tail resting across your face like a blanket. The glowing markings adorning his body pulse in time with his breaths, casting a golden light on the surrounding area.

You smile at the sight, still amazed that this beautiful, powerful creature was yours. You continue petting the length of his snout, trailing your fingers along the hard ridges between his golden eyes. He stirs slightly, his deep breathing stopping, before his large eyelids flutter open to reveal molten pools of liquid gold. They focus on you, and Zhongli releases a purr of satisfaction. He moves his large head closer to you, the tip of his muzzle nuzzling against your own face, before he places a gentle lick to the tip of your nose. The action causes a fit of giggles, and you wrap your arms around his snout, holding it to you. His eyes crinkle with mirth, and you feel him chuckle.

"Good morning, 亲爱的." his deep, velvety voice whispers, his breath ruffling your hair, the strands dancing with movement. You close your eyes and hum happily, contentment filling your soul.

"Good morning, Li.." you reply softly. You release his muzzle, and he pulls back, a small puff of air blowing from his nostrils as he sighs. His head moves down to nudge your neck, before his muzzle comes to rest underneath your chin, his enormous horns framing either side of your face. You run your hands through his mane, reveling in the silky texture and the vibrations of his purrs.

The sun's rays start to filter in through the opening of the cave you reside in, the light reflecting off of his scales and painting the walls in a kaleidoscope of colors. You watch them dance along the stone, and Zhongli lifts his head, watching the light. You take the opportunity to sit up, leaning against his side and running your fingers along the ridges along his spine. The muscles in his body ripple, and you can feel the low rumble of his purrs through the stone. A deep chuckle resonates from his throat, and you feel the muscles flex as he rolls onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly. A grin splits your face, and you quickly take the invitation, sliding down to curl into his warm body. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heart, the sound like a soothing lullaby. Your fingers absentmindedly stroke the soft fur of his belly, the movement relaxing. His large wing wraps around you, creating a warm cocoon. His long tail moves to lay across your back, and you reach up to wrap your hands around the tuft of fur at the end.

"It seems the sun has decided to make an appearance," Zhongli comments, his voice reverberating through his chest, "Perhaps we should greet the day?"

You groan, snuggling deeper into his body. He laughs, the movement jostling you, and his large paw comes to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer. His muzzle nudges your hair, and he inhales deeply, humming at the scent.

"Or perhaps we can stay here for a while longer.." he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble. He presses his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breaths caressing your skin. You nod in agreement, your eyes slipping shut as sleep claims you once more.

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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STEPSISTER AND ETHAN?HER SECRETLY RIDING HIS COCK DURING A MOVIE NIGHT.

Ultraviolence- E.L & C.M

(pt. 2)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)

Warning: dubcon, slight sliiiight mention of vomit and suicide (but not in a serious manner), stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), public sex in front of relatives (the parents are completely clueless), scent kink, dom! Ethan, dark! Ethan, sub! Reader, p n v, squirting, finger sucking, degradation, possession, rough sex

A/N: 😱 how have I not thought ab stepbrother! Ethan before ??!! Thank you for this. The way I wrote the whole situation is literally so unrealistic but fuck it we ball. Literally going to write so many more stepbro fics now and am totally making this a series 😘 this is pt 2! Pt 1 is already posted <3 luv u

“Care if I sit here, sis?” Ethan’s voice is laced with sarcasm, and you cringe.

It’s movie night, and your mom and Ethan’s dad are sprawled out on one couch. The only spots left are the ones on the smaller couch with two seats. The lights are off, and Ethan is standing above you, a large green comforter clutched in his ring clad hands. The light of from the television makes him a warm silhouette.

You give him a thin awkward smile, mumbling a small “yeah, sure.”

He grins, but there’s a mischievous look to it that doesn’t sit right with you.

“Great!”

He plops down beside you, covering his tall form with the blanket. He moves close to you, even though he has a whole other half of the cushion to take up. Your face flushes when you catch a whiff of his cologne, and you have flashbacks to a few weeks ago.

A flashback, it seems, that racks you with a shit ton of guilt.

You cant stop thinking about it. About how Ethan threw you on top of the kitchen counter when your parents were gone a few weeks ago and fucked your virgin pussy open. Can’t stop thinking about how his hands had felt, how his cock had felt.

You shiver, and your stomach twists in knots. What the fuck is wrong with you? This whole thing is sick. He’s your stepbrother, for god’s sake!

Ethan’s fingers gently skimming along your knee cap is what pull you out of your thoughts. You narrow your eyes at him, not in the mood for his antics right now.

But, as usual, Ethan doesn’t know how to fucking listen.

“Sis, you’re practically freezing. You should move a little closer and share the blankets with me.” Ethan suggests. You are freezing, but you aren’t going to admit that.

You scoff, and then roll your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Watch your mouth, young lady,” Your mother scolds from across the room. “And be nice to your brother!”

Brother. You might throw up. In fact, jumping off the roof sounds like a very good idea right about now.

“Whatever.” You mutter, and scoot closer to the the boy next to you. Your mother turns her attention back to the movie as Ethan’s dad wraps his arms around her.

Ethan’s scent gets stronger, more prominent, now that your arms and legs are touching. You notice that it’s not just his cologne that smells so good; it’s him. Just, completely and utterly him.

You really do hate yourself right now.

Ethan throws the blanket over the two of you and he begins to slowly lift you and sit you down on top of him. You stiffen, his closeness in such a public setting confusing you. Does he just want you both to get caught?

“Oh, look at them, Wayne! They’re bonding!” Your mom gushes when she sees Ethan holding you. She’s so naive.

‘We’re certainly bonding all right, but not in the way you want, mom.’ You think. You move around to try and sit correctly on Ethan.

And then you feel it. Big and hard, pressing against your ass. He’s hard.

In front of your fucking parents, too. Jesus, this motherfucker is demented.

You try to ignore it, you really do. But your pussy has a mind of its own, and Ethan isn’t making it any easier. His thigh flexes and pushes the muscle against your soaking pussy. He seems calm, but his grip on your hips is a dead giveaway. You try not to gasp, to moan at the feeling of the friction against your swollen little clit. It’s difficult.

“Oh! See, Wayne? This is my favorite part.”

Your mom’s voice cuts through your wild thoughts, and your face gets hotter than it was before, if possible. She doesn’t deserve this.

Ethan’s hands rest on your upper thighs now, and you feel the coldness of his rings against your skin.

He’s breathing quietly down your neck, and you feel him adjust. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when your lightly lifted by his strong arms, while he moves his sweatpants down. You try to act calm when he lowers you back down and his big cock is resting in between your pussy and his thigh. And then, when Ethan sees that your parents aren’t looking, he presses a light kiss to your neck.

“Be really still, angel. Don’t wanna get caught, do you?” He whispers, lips against your ear. You shake your head.

He chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

You clench. And then, you feel the boy gently pull your sleep shorts and panties to the side. He lifts his cock and presses the tip into your tight hole, and you almost whine. He already feels so good. Why does he feel this good?

His cock is wet, and you can feel his pre cum spreading around your outer lips. You cringe when you hear the faint sound of your creamy wetness sliding around on his dick. It’s hard for him to stick it inside, really. You had only had sex once since before this moment, that time a few weeks ago. The stretch burns, and Ethan’s above average size doesn’t help. But you sit, and you take it like a good girl. And eventually, slowly, while slightly readjusting you, Ethan’s cock slides all the way in. You feel filled to the brim, and ashamed. Your parents are still watching the movie. Your mom has no idea that her sweet little girl is getting impaled by her stepbrothers big dick.

And then Ethan just…stays there. He doesn’t move, or even try to, and you don’t understand how he can physically handle it. Because as of right now, your thighs are almost shaking from the feeling of being filled. You know you’re soaking, can feel your juices trailing down onto Ethan’s balls and his sweats. You can feel his cock throbbing, can feel all 9 inches and every vein. Your walls clench down on him on accident and you feel his breath hitch.

You smirk. If he wants to play dirty, you can too.

You clench again, your hands going down into the blanket to run your fingers over his balls. He inhales sharply, and his fingers go up to put your arms in a tight grip.

“Stop it.” He growls, his tone low. You lean back to whisper in his ear in a hushed tone.

“Why don’t you make me?”

All of Ethan’s willpower is trying to stop him from plowing you straight on the fucking couch. He can smell the intermingling of yours and his arousal dripping down his cock. His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

God, you smell so fucking good.

Both of your thoughts are interrupted when the both of your parents sigh tiredly. The end credits. Ethan’s dad looks incredibly tired, barely even acknowledging the both of you and saying goodnight as he throws you the remote.

“If you guys aren’t going to go to bed anytime soon, just put on something else.”

Ethan’s head is leaned back against the couch, his chest heaving slowly at the feeling of you. Your face is hot, for obvious reasons. Your mom frowns at you.

“Honey? Are you okay? You look a little sick..” her hand goes up to feel your head and Ethan adjusts his hips. You gasp, but quickly cover it up with a cough.

“I’m f-fine mom!” You smile, all teeth. “Just a little tired, that’s all. We’re probably going to watch the wizard of oz… or something.”

Your mom looks at you both strangely for a moment, but decides to shake it off. Both you and Ethan give her a sheepish smile as you begin to actually turn the wizard of oz on as a distraction. She goes upstairs, and lastly, you and Ethan are alone.

As somewhere over the rainbow plays, Ethan instantly throws you onto the couch, shoves his fingers into your mouth, and pounds you so hard that you can feel his tip kissing your cervix. He reaches down to rub your soaked clit, the sound of your wetness prominent.

He begins speaking in a hushed but growling whisper. He’s angry, most definitely. And his full intention is to take it out on you.

“You dirty fucking slut.” He sneers. “Think you can get away with the shit you do? The shit you say? You’re lucky our parents were here tonight, or I would be spanking that cute little ass until it bleeds.”

You let out a cry, one thats muffled by Ethan’s fingers, one you hope doesn’t catch the attention of your parents upstairs. You can feel that elastic in your gut start to snap, can feel yourself letting go.

And then you literally ejaculate onto Ethan’s cock and balls.

He grins down at your squirting pussy, his teeth shining. Your sobs and moans are muffled by his hand, and he gives your cunt a light slap.

“Yeah, squirt all over that cock, baby. Fuck, just wait until mommy and daddy aren’t home. Gonna ruin this fuckin’ pussy, sweet thing.”

He watches your hole as he spreads it apart with his fingers, watches your greedy walls suck him in. Your face is contorted in pleasure, looking up at him like he’s God. His eyes are completely black, almost evil. As he looks at your precious face, your fragile body, possession overtakes him.

Family be damned, you belong to him.

#Ethan Landry #Ethan landry x reader #Ethan landry x fem! reader #Ethan landry smut #stepbrother! Ethan landry #stepbrother! Ethan landry x reader #dom! Ethan landry #sub! reader #stepcest #scream 6 #scream

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 2 months

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Simon x gn!reader

Read the Modern Warfare: Ghost comics yesterday and they poked my brain in some spots. They inspired this, because yes Simon sexy; big man makes brain go brrr but what if Simon says no?

Warnings: heated make out session, not proofread and it's late so it sucks

Simon moans under you as you kiss him, the sound making your body ache with need. It echoes in your ribcage making your heart flutter and frantically beat against your ribs, trying to get to Simon.

Your bodies are pressed against each other and you already feel lightheaded when you haven't even taken your clothes off.

But Simon is shirtless and all that skin under your hands drives you insane while you're making out. Tongues lazily intertwining, rubbing together, creating that delicious friction that makes you pant.

Simons pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you on his lap. You can feel how affected he is by you as well and it increases your desire tenfold.

You think you'll go crazy if you don't get the clothes separating you two out of the way. Your entire body is calling out to the man under you and you need to do something about it before you lose your mind.

Slowly you move your hand over his pecs, dipping your head to follow that path with your lips and tongue, marking his skin while you're at it.

Simon makes a sound that's half a whimper, half a moan and it makes you bite down on his pec which in turn gets an actual whimper out of him.

You look up at him and he's thrown his head back, watching you through almost closed eyes, burning you with his desire.

His chest is heaving and his harsh pants of air are actually audible. You have never seen him so wrecked before and you can't wait to ruin him when he moans your name. And your hips twitch in response.

Th reaction only seems to fuel his desire more and he bites his lip trying to stifle the sounds he's making.

Your hand continues its path down his tummy towards his pants where your reward awaits. Your heart speeds up as you get to his waistband.

It's such a tiny moment you would have missed it if you were less aware of every single movement of Simon.

Just for a second he goes stiff and then relaxes again.

Your hand stills. Your eyes trail up from his crotch again to meet his eyes. There's a tightness around his mouth that doesn't sit well with you.

He's the picture of relaxation, but it's not real anymore. His eyes are wide open, you can see the muscles in his arms flex, even as he keeps them down, seemingly open and relaxed.

You sit back on his thighs, ceasing all other movement.

"Tell me, baby.", you gently encourage.

Simon shakily exhales, puts his hand over yours, that's still sitting just over his waistband and moves your hand back up to his chest.

You can feel his heart hammering under your palm and it doesn't feel like desire anymore. It feels like a hectic little animal being chased. It feels like anxiety and slight panic.

He stays quiet, not moving a muscle and you match him, gently stroking your thumb over his skin, scooting closer again, so you're not half bent over from where you tried to get to his zipper.

"I don't... I'm sorry, 'luv.", he whispers roughly and you smile. A sad smile but it's gentle and you can feel Simons heart slow down under your palm at your smile.

"It's okay. No need to apologize."

His other hand finds your neck and he draws you in until your foreheads touch and you can feel his shaky breath on your lips.

One of your hands mimics his, while the other one stays on his chest, his skin warm and scarred against yours.

Gently you squeeze the back of his neck. "We're okay." You whisper and you can feel him finally relax again.

You know there's so much he probably feels like saying but as he so often does he lets the silence speak for him.

Luckily you've gotten fluent in Simon's silence over the time.

"I don't care, baby. I only care about you being here with me. My needs can be taken care of in other ways. We don't need that to be close. We've got our own ways."

Instead of answering, he kisses you again and you arch your back so all of you is pressed to him.

It has nothing of the desperation of earlier even if the heat is still simmering deep in your belly.

It's all comfort and closeness now.

He cups your face, as if you're the most precious thing he's ever held and you smile into the kiss.

"How can you be so... so... good?", he asks. If you didn't know him as well as you did you would have missed the way his voice sounds slightly choked up.

"I love you.", is your simple answer and he shakes his head.

"I don't get it. Why are you not sick o' me? Why haven't ya found someone who can do normal shit."

You smile, peck his lips and try to pull back, which turns into him holding you close and deepening the kiss before you attempt to pull back again. He doesn't let you and you grin into the kiss. Finally he lets you go, both of you laughing quietly.

"I will never be sick of you. I don't need anything but you. And you are enough, exactly as you are, right now in this moment. You've always been enough."

You can see his eyes widen as your words hit him, his hands find your hips and hike you up a bit more and then he hides his face in your chest, his arms around you, chrushing you to him

If the way his fingers dig into your skin is slightly painful you don't comment on it. You bring your arms up and hold him just as tightly.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod simon x reader #gn!reader #simon x gn!reader #consent is sexy #little something in between while I'm working on the angst

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roguerogerss · 8 months

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Wanted To Have You

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

W/C: 3.7k (i think i didn’t check tbf)

Warnings: mention of smut (no actual smut though), swearing, arguing

(welcome back babes, missed you. tommy has been on my mind all the time recently so i decided i’d bang something out and post it. it’s basically just word vomit tbh but hope u enjoy. LOVE a lil bit of angst when it comes to peaky blinders and hope u do too!! luv u the most b back soon)

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Birds chirped, the sounds of the market opening began, golden sunlight poured in through the window. The morning had come too early, but Tommy was always a sight to see in the morning.

Laid on his back, one arm curled loosely around her waist, the other on his chest, right above a bullet scar that Y/N had helped Polly to stitch up in early January. His lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling, dark lashes settled on ruddy cheeks.

She smiled and traced the tattoo on his chest ever so lightly with the tip of her painted fingernails, her way of quietly waking him up. It always worked, and today was no exception. He sighed as he stirred, a small smile making it's way onto his face.

"G'mornin', love." How she loved the way that his voice sounded in the morning. Heavy with the day before's cigarettes, low and gravelly, Brum accented. "Sleep okay?"

"Slept great." She was so tired from the night before's antics that she couldn't have stayed awake another second after they'd collapsed onto the mattress and he'd pulled her close underneath the sheets. "Did you?"

Tommy hummed, "Mm, slept alright. Wasn't great, thinkin' a lot."

"Thinkin' about what?" Her fingers absentmindedly wandered from his tattoo to the back of his neck, tugging at the short hairs that gathered there.

"Business stuff, darlin'. Nothin' for you to worry your pretty little head about." He gave a soft, bleary-eyed smile and pressed a hand to her cheek, thumb stroking back and forth.

"Tommy, you always say it's just 'business stuff'. Why won't you just tell me what's going on for once?" She wasn't angry, really, but the pout on her face might've said otherwise. Business stuff was the closest that she ever got to knowing anything about Tommy's personal life.

But rumours fly, and she'd heard a lot from the people of the town that made her think that her Thomas wasn't as innocent as she thought he might be.

"I've told you. It's not important, nothing you'd want to hear." His voice strained as he stretched, biceps flexing as he raised his arms above his head. "Would bore ya, honest."

"You don't bore me, Tom." She looked up at him through her lashes and he gave a short-lived chuckle and ran his fingers soothingly through her hair.

"I have to get up." He ignored her statement and gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head, before rolling over and sitting up. He was still only wearing his underwear, and so she marvelled at the way that the muscles in his back flexed as he moved to grab his previously ironed button-down shirt from the side table.

She almost forgot that she was angry as he got up and pulled his slacks on, shirt still unbuttoned and the light hitting his toned torso just right. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." Tommy leaned down to place a kiss on his girl's lips, barely taking a second to enjoy the feeling but really only doing it so that he could continue to taste her on his lips for the next hour or so.

"Family meeting?" It was obvious that Y/N was unimpressed, but Tommy either didn't notice or was pretending that he hadn't, because he didn't comment and simply nodded. "And I can't come?”

"Told ya." Tommy tucked his shirt into his slacks and knotted his tie, eyeing Y/N all the while. "Would bore you."

He wanted to tell her about what he did. He really, really did. But he also wanted to keep her, and he knew that he couldn't do both. There was no way that she'd want to stay with him if she knew about all of the terrible things that he'd done, and so he'd made everyone who worked with him agree that she was never to know.

He supposed that she'd get suspicious at some point, but he hadn't expected that point to come so soon. It had been a year, and he figured that the towns people spoke and that she heard, but he was dreading having to actually let her know by himself.

"And I've told you," Y/N had gotten up, pulling her silk robe around her small body and padding lightly across the floor to where Tommy stood. She fixed out his jacket and smoothed down his shirt affectionately. "You don't bore me."

"We can talk later." Tommy smiled softly, hand smoothing Y/N's hair against her head as he pressed his lips to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. She made him linger for a second, hands grabbing at the back of his neck and holding him in place as their lips moved together.

Tommy chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers. "I have to go.

"Fine." She pecked his lips once again and then let him go. "Go about your business, Mr Shelby."

"As I will, Miss Y/L/N." He smiled and then he was gone, unlocking the bedroom door and slipping out of the room.

Y/N was furious. That was really the only word that she could think of to describe the sheer anger that bubbled inside of her. Thomas Shelby is a Peaky Blinder.

And she knew that the statement from the woman at the market wasn't a lie. What other reason would he have to hide everything from her? To never tell her about his life or where he'd been or why he would often come to bed at ungodly hours?

She stormed into their shared home and, upon seeing him sat at the kitchen table, cigarette in hand, decided that she couldn't deal with him. And so she threw him a look and then took off up the stairs to their bedroom.

Tommy followed, of course he did, yelling her name and asking what was going on. But she ignored him, simply sitting down on the bed and waiting for him to join her.

"What's wrong, love? Did someone do something? I swear, I'll-"

"You'll what, Tommy?" She stood then, still keeping her distance but crossing the room only slightly. "Cut them? Kill them?"

"What the hell is this about?" Tommy sighed. He seemed bored already, unprepared to listen to her ramble because, oh, Thomas Shelby knew that his girlfriend could ramble for hours.

"Let me see your hat." She knew what the Peaky Blinders were, she knew fair well what the name meant, and she needed to confirm what the townsfolk had told her. "Where is it? Show me it!" She started searching for the hat, opening drawers and cabinets, she knew that she had to find it, because she had to know.

"Y/N, calm down, for God's sake." Tommy clasped a hand around her forearm, but she yanked it away and simply stared up at him, tears threatening to fall from her already glassy eyes.

"Are you one of them?" Her voice was almost a whisper, so quiet and timid that maybe Thomas wouldn't have heard her if they weren't almost chest to chest. "Are you a Peaky Blinder, Tommy?"

And now she was really crying, tears smudging the makeup on her cheeks and clouding her vision as Tommy's piercing blue eyes stared down at her. He was thinking, thinking about whether it was best to tell the truth or to leave, and thinking about what the consequences of each would be.

What would she do if he told her? Would she yell? Hate him? Would she leave? And what if he left? Would she let him back in?

But she looked so vulnerable, was crying so hard because she already knew the answer. And Tommy wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her head and wipe the tears from her eyes. But it was his fault that she was crying, he'd caused the tears and the hurt. And he had to tell her.

"Yes." Her heart felt like it might've stopped. Because Tommy was the only person that she trusted, and now she felt like she knew nothing about him.

The room fell silent, she stared at him and waited for words to come, and she waited, and waited. Thomas wouldn't break eye contact with her. In truth, because he was scared that, if he did, he'd never look into her eyes again, she'd leave and she wouldn't come back, she'd go back to Ireland, back where people told her things because that was the right thing to do, because they weren't afraid of what the Peaky Blinders might do to them.

She decided, after a few beats of standing still, staring at him, heavy breaths coming from both of them, that she couldn't look at him anymore. She'd been waiting for him to say something, anything, that would mean that this had all been some sort of sick joke. He'd start laughing, tell her he was kidding, that the woman at the market had told her that just to see how she would react. She'd be angry, yes, but it'd only be short lived, and it wouldn't change anything.

But he didn't, and he wouldn't, because she already knew there was no hint of a lie in what she'd been told. She took a last, deep breath, and then departed to the other side of the room, where she turned her back to Thomas and took a few more deep breaths.

"Listen, love, I...I wanted to tell you-"

"Don't, Thomas."

"I really did. I wanted to. But I knew you'd react like this-"

"And so you thought that keeping it from me was right? You thought that holding the threat of the Peaky Blinders over the entire town's head to keep them quiet, was the right thing to do? You thought I'd be happy when I eventually found out?" Thomas found himself falling silent, speechless. He was never speechless.

"I was hoping to tell you myself."

"Well, you missed the opportunity to do that two years ago, Thomas." She'd picked up her handbag now, and Thomas noticed that tears had pricked his eyes and were threatening to fall. "To think I worked for you, as your secretary. I signed off your fucking books, I made phone calls for you, you involved me in this without even telling me, you didn't even ask me if that was what I wanted, Thomas."

"I know, and I'm sorry-"

"Pack your things."

"Love-"

"Pack your things, Thomas. And don't you ever call me anything other than my name."

And with that, she'd gone. To where, Thomas wasn't sure, but he found himself watching her, almost in slow motion, as she stormed through their bedroom door. He could hear her heels clicking as she hurried down the stairs, the brief pause as she pulled her coat - the one he'd bought her for their anniversary - around her body, and then the click open and slam shut of the front door.

He lowered himself onto the bed, placed his head in his hands, and sat for a few minutes in silence. The window was open, and so the sounds of the bustling street below floated upstairs, and he tried not to listen. The thought that she was out there, inconsolably upset, with every intention of leaving him, because of a mistake he'd made off his own back seemed entirely too much to handle.

So he closed the window, lay back on the bed, and lit the end of a cigarette. He needed to figure out a way to make things right by her, after all, Thomas Shelby didn't care about opinions, but what she thought of him was the most important thing in the world.

She'd gone to the Shelby's family home, mostly to try to seek comfort from either Ada or Polly, but also to berate the brothers for not thinking to tell her their secret.

She burst through the front door, to find Polly and Ada at the dining table, each smoking a cigarette. They jumped up when they saw her, womanly instinct coming into full effect, knowing that something must've been wrong from the way she'd stormed in, and the look on her face when she had.

"What's he done, my love?" Polly was always best at being able to tell when Thomas had messed up, and she was always on the right track when it came to guessing what he'd done wrong. His aunt knew him better than anyone, as much as he'd hate to admit it.

"Did you know?" She was breathing heavily, trying not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes slide down her cheeks.

"Know what, love?" Ada had come to Y/N's side now, guiding her to sit down at the kitchen table, and had shooed the men away, into the drawing room, after Arthur had come mooching for a bottle of rum.

"Did you know what he was doing?" Her eyes were full of tears now, making it hard for her to see properly. She placed her elbows on the table and used the sides of her palms to wipe the tears as they fell. Polly pulled her chair over so that she was sat close to Y/N.

"Calm down, sweetheart." Polly placed a tentative hand on her arm, "What has he done?" His aunt could feel her heart drop in her chest, from the way that Y/N was speaking, she was almost certain that her nephew had cheated on his girlfriend.

"Did you know he was a Peaky Blinder? Is that what they're doing through there?" Y/N was really crying now, looking that horrible, vulnerable way that Tommy hated. Arthur had opened the door a crack, and he, John, and Finn were peeking out at the women sat in the kitchen.

Ada sighed and ran a hand over her face, and Polly seemed to erupt into anger, "We bloody told him, didn't we Ada? We told him you'd find out, but he listened to these bloody idiots," She jabbed a finger at the doors to the drawing room, which made Arthur crack up like a child, provoking Polly to pick up a teaspoon from the table and throw it at his face. "The women in this house are apparently the only ones with any sense in them."

"Why wouldn't he tell me, Polls?"

Polly took a long pause before answering. Thomas's reasonings had never been clear, behind any of his madness, and, even while having known him his entire life, she often wondered what the method behind the goings-on in his life was. "Listen, love, you know he loves you, yes?"

Y/N nodded slowly, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "Then you know how he protects the people he loves. Yes, he does all of this bad work, but he doesn't want you to know because he's scared something will happen to you if you know too much. And he doesn't want you to see him as this monster, Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Sometimes, he just wants to be Tommy. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Polly, as always when she assumed anything about Tommy, was right. He'd liked Y/N from the moment he'd hired her to work as his secretary, but he knew she wasn't the type to turn a blind eye to his work. He supposed it was selfish, not telling her, but he wanted her to know him for who he was, not what he did.

She let out a sigh, partly letting go of all of the anger she'd built up towards Tommy, and partly because she was relieved to hear what his aunt had to say about it. "I know what you're saying, Pol."

A long pause followed, with only the bustle of the drawing room keeping the place from being in dead silence. Polly's hand was still resting on Y/N's arm, and Ada's on her back, and she found herself able to forgive. The Shelby women certainly had their ways.

"What do you want to do, love?" Polly broke the silence that had settled on the room.

"I don't know." Y/N couldn’t even think of anything else that she could say, she truly didn’t know what she wanted. Polly’s face contorted slightly, and Ada rubbed her hand up and down over Y/N’s back.

"Well, are you going to tell him it's over?" Ada asked, voice quiet, so as not to alert the men in the other room that anything too serious was being spoken about. She thought for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness come over her at the fact that she had to even think about whether or not she wanted to end things with Tommy.

"No. No, I'm not going to do that."

Polly breathed out, a breath that she didn’t even know she’d been holding, and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her in and squeezing her in a way reminiscent of a mother holding her daughter.

"Okay. Okay, good. He does love you, so much, you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, and Polly didn’t leave enough time for Y/N to even answer. “Do you want to go home? Or will Ada boil the kettle and we can have a brew?"

"A brew would be nice."

The air was almost cold when she left the Shelby house to start the walk home. Summer was coming to an end now, but the sky was still bright past nine. She'd begun noticing things that she hadn't before, after finding out Thomas's secret. People would greet her profusely as she walked down the street, some even going out of their ways to let her past. They'd hold their children back from walking in front of her, the men working at the furnace would shield her from any soot that might come her way.

It felt strange, like Thomas was king of Small Heath and she was his Queen, and god forbid anyone see what might happen if they disrespect the Queen. She made an effort of smiling and thanking these people, showing that she didn't actually need them to be doing these things for her, but they did them regardless.

When she reached the front door of the house she shared with Thomas, she stood for a moment, simply staring at the front door. The mark was still there from the nail Thomas had banged into it months ago now, so that she could hang a holly wreath there to celebrate Christmas. He'd called it unnecessary, but they'd only just moved in together and she'd been so excited for their first Christmas in their new home, she'd come home from work one day to find the largest wreath Thomas could find at the market, hanging on their front door.

She smiled to herself, suddenly feeling emotional with all of the memories of their time together coming flooding back. She opened the door.

She was pleased to find that, when she got home, Thomas's hat and coat were still hanging on the coat stand at the front door. His pocket watch on the mantelpiece, shoes still placed neatly at the door. He hadn't gone anywhere yet.

"Thomas?" She called, and was met with the sound of soft footsteps in the bedroom.

"Upstairs." His voice was quiet, small, something that hurt her to hear. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him truly upset, even after two whole years.

She placed her handbag on the floor and draped her coat over the coat stand, then crossed the hallway and climbed the stairs to their bedroom, where Tommy was sat on the bed, head in his hands, suitcase at his feet. She felt a piece of her heart chip away upon seeing him.

"I'll be gone soon enough, I just-I didn't want to believe that-"

"Do you want to leave, Tom?" She took a few steps towards him, and Tommy lifted his head to look at her for the first time. His eyes were red, and she knew that Tommy Shelby strictly did not cry, except when it came to her.

A pause followed, Tommy simply staring up at her, opening and closing his mouth every now and again, thinking of the right thing to say. Was there a right thing to say?

"You know I'm not really religious. But I've been praying all day that you'd come home and we'd be fine again." A small, sad looking smile had settled on his face.

"Maybe you should start going to church, then." She placed her house keys down on the bedside table, she was here to stay. Tommy felt a weight lifted from his shoulders as she gave him a small smile and held her arms out to him, letting him back in, “Come here."

He didn’t hesitate, pulling her into his lap and wrapping himself tightly around her. Please don’t leave again, he was saying, eyes closed and cheek pressed to her stomach. Her arms settled around his neck, one hand drawing comforting patterns on his shoulder and the other smoothing his hair.

"I wasn't doing it to upset you." He needed an explanation for her, he owed her that, especially after she’d come back when he wouldn’t have blamed her for walking out of the door and never having a thought of him again.

"I know you weren't." He hated how forgiving she was. He hated that he’d done wrong, and, instead of just leaving like she deserved to, she’d come back and was comforting him, making him feel good about the lies he’d fed her. But he knew her all too well, he knew deep down she’d have forgiven him, because she wasn’t one to deal with things in any way other than graciously.

"No, sweetheart, I know I've been selfish. I know I’m not fair to you. But I'm only selfish because it's you." His hands roamed her back, underneath her dress, feeling every dip and scar, memorising them again, “I just wanted to have you, loved you since the minute I met you, I swear. Couldn't have you thinking of me as this cold, relentless monster. I just remember thinking you were too pure to know, thought I’d only ruin that if I got too close and you knew the truth.”

“I know you better than you know yourself, Tommy. You’ve got a heart in there, you know.” She gave him a small smile while he looked up at her, bright eyes piercing through dark eyelashes, “I don’t understand why you did all of this for me, you could’ve chosen another woman, one who you could’ve even helped you with your work all this time, but you chose someone who you felt like you had to hide everything from.”

“Told you already, I just wanted to have you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then one to your nose, and then your lips. “You, not anyone else, not a woman who’d do my work for me, not someone easy, I wanted to have you. And you know I’m selfish with things that I want.”

You were really smiling now. Tommy always knew the right things to say, always knew how to make you happy. You wrapped your arms around him again, and, while Tommy didn’t like to admit it, he felt safe with you, something that he didn’t feel in many places.

“Thomas Shelby, you’ll always have me.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby smut #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders x reader

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forggywrites · 10 months

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Hiii. This is my first time requesting anything so sorry if it’s kinda confusing cause I’m not good at punctuation but here I go. Could you do a Hobie Brown or Earth 42 Miles Morales (not sure if you write for him but I’ve never seen anything with a trans reader with him so I thought I’d ask) x female to masc non-binary reader who’s on their period and like has dysphoria with it and stuff and like weird names for that kinda thing (it might sound dumb but I call it ‘manly bleeding’ because it makes me feel better) if you don’t want to or can’t or wtv just ignore this request

Thank you -ezra

as I stated in my last post I don’t feel comfortable writing for earth 42 miles as I don’t feel like I know enough about him, but I will HAPPILY do this for Hobie :)

Hobie x AFAB trans masc reader on their period.

CW: talk of periods, gender dysphoria, masc compliments

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The two of you have known each other for a while now.

But this is the first time you’ve been super open about your cycles and how they make you feel with him.

He first noticed that you had been acting more irrational than normal.

Then he noticed the mood swings.

Then he realized you were probably on that time of the month.

Man has no problem with it.

He sits you down and straight up asks if you’re on you period and if you need help with anything.

You started to cry, like HEAVILY.

He immediately pulled you into a hug and started to comfort you

After calming down you explained everything to him, how you hate everything about periods, how everyone treats you horribly because you have them, how you don’t feel valid in your emotions around that time of the month, etc.

While he doesn’t know what it feels like personally, he will do his best to try and understand.

Gets one of those period cramp simulators to try and know exactly how you feel

You appreciate the gesture.

No but really, he will do anything he can to help.

Midol? He’s got it.

Massage? Where do you need it.

Snacks? He’s already swinging to the store to grab what you need.

Heating pad? He’s plugged it in already.

Cuddles? He will immediately pull you in and hold you however you want

Need to relax? He’s got a bath, shower, cozy spot, or whatever ready in a heartbeat. (also he’s not afraid of a little blood, of you know what I mean *Wink wink*)

He’ll use whatever name you want for products and the whole experience, no matter how ridiculous others might think it is.

He wants you to be as comfortable as humanly possible.

He knows that gender dysphoria is a bitch, and he will constantly be calling you cute nicknames and giving you compliments to help you feel better.

”you’re looking extra manly today.” “I got you some blood boxers from that brand you like.” “Flex for me, luv. I love your muscles”

It doesn’t matter what’s going on with you, he will always treat you the way you want to be treated.

If you don’t want him to do anything for you during these times, he will respect your wishes.

It all comes down to how you feel, that is what is most important to him.

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that’s all I could really come up with for this, thank you for requesting! I loved writing this one :)

#forggy #forggy speaks #forggywrites #x reader #across the spider verse #hobart brown #hobart brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #ftm reader #afab reader #trans reader #spoderverse #spiderpunk x reader #fluff

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allkordelia · 1 year

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (11)

A/n: Thoughts, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you! 😊 I luv ya

Word Count: 2.0k

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I watch as Daemon and Caraxes circle Bloodstone as my grandfather and great-uncle argue, I roll my eyes at their bickering before turning to go up to the table. I learned my fists against the table as I look down at the map before us, I don't even know why I even try to look at it. It won't help us and it certainly won't help kill the crab guy, I look up to see caraxes flt over us making me stand straight.

I bowed my head as my uncle and great-uncle started bickering, "Shut up!" I snapped making them both go quiet and make everyone look at me.

"Bickering and complaining won't get us nowhere, so if anyone has any idea how we can kill this man and go home. I'm all ears." I looked between the young velaryon and the two older men, "But, if you going to bitch and moan then I advise you to throw yourself over that cliff, so we won't have to hear it." My eyes snap to vaemond who stares back at me with a scowl.

"You forget yourself, nephew. Just because your mother no longer sits on the lap of the hand, but rather–"

"Finish that sentence and your sons will be carrying your mingle body back to that cow you call a wife," I closed my eyes at the sound of daemon's voice, I turn to see him glaring at vaemond while the second born velaryon stare at him with a clenched jaw.

"Happy you can finally join us, rogue prince. I was just about to go over another plan–" Daemon was next to me as I held a stick in my hand pointing at the map, he moved his hand to my shoulder cutting me.

"That can wait. Has the Seahorse come yet?" I shrugged his hand off as he looks to laenor, my uncle shook his head making Daemon flex his jaw, "Until it does I will be in my tent resting." I tried to hide my annoyance at his dismissal, it's been years and we still have yet to win and it's all because of him.

All he does is wait for the Seahorse, my mother's ship that drops off food and supplies. He has been using them to send letters to my mother for the past year and a half, and even though I keep telling him, she won't write back, he still does it like a lovesick fool.

"Aeron. Don't." Laenor warns next to me as I bend the stick I have in my hand, "His trying his best with what he has." I rolled my eyes behind my eyelids, so laenor wouldn't see, I still don't understand why he riding Daemon's dick so hard. The man hasn't had any successful wins since he claimed Dwarfstone.

"The hell with him. If he too tired to win his war, I'll do it myself." I said loud enough that he could hear me, I watch as he stopped in his track.

"Once I do, I will make myself, King of the Stepstones, and my house will have full control of the Narrow Sea. " I gave a smile as he turn around and looked at me, "Two dragons are enough to win this war, we do not need him." I turn my back on him and look at the map, it was quiet until a metal object hit me in the back of my head.

I hissed turning to look down at the empty tin cup before at daemon who stood with a wide smile of his own, I gritted my teeth as I snarl at him while my hand rubbed the back of my head.

"If the plan is so important, my boy. All you needed to do is just say that you don't have to make silly threats to get my attention." He stood next to me at the table, he looked down at the map making me to the side to stare at him with a look of dismay.

"What did I tell you about calling me, boy." The corners of Daemon's south lifted a bit still looking at the map.

"Apologies, cousin. Would you rather me call you 'Ironheart'." He gave me a look making me clench my jaw trying to hold my anger, I scoffed before muttering not that either before the other three velaryon men joined looking at the table.

The back of my head was still pulsing painfully, "....prince daemon." My eyes snapped over to a knight that belongs to house targaryen holding a scroll, I look at Daemon as he moves to the messenger.

"Prince Aeron." I turn to see a knight from House Velaryon walk up in front of me handing me a letter, before turning to leave back to his ship I reckon.

"Is it from valaena, again?" Laenor asked looking at the envelope, I turn it on its back and saw the stamp.

"No, it's from my mother, I don't remember sending her–" I was looking at laenor when the envelope was snatched out of my hand, I glare at Daemon as he held the scroll from his brother under his arm while ripping open to read the letter.

I watch hoping the look of displeasure spread across his face when he realized the letter wasn't for him, but the smirk on his lips tells me something else, my mother wrote back to him?

"Daemon, where are you going we still have to–aw fuck." I hissed going after him as he abandoned his brother's unread message on the ground and start walking away, laenor followed after me probably to keep me from killing the rogue fool.

"Where are you going," I asked finally catching up to him, he pulled the letter against my chest with a wide smile.

"To win the war." He turned away making me take the letter and look down at it before rolling my eyes, "Aren't you coming, Ironheart." He threw the paddles in the boat making me turn to laenor and tell him to get ready for an attack.

The young velaryon nodded before returning to base, I pocket the letter somewhere safe before helping push the boat into the water and jumping in after daemon. I recognize the handwritten and I know Daemon did too, but like I always thought any excuse to stay was broken and any excuse to leave was presented to Daemon even if it was faked by my sister.

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Rhaelle and her two children were in their family room, where they spend their time together talking and having tea. But, today was a quiet day since rhaelle had time out of her day to spend it with her son and daughter, she was on the sofa with baelor next to her with his head resting on her arm as she reads to him. Valaena was on the other sofa across from them with her new sketchbook drawing her mother and brother, rhaelle would look up from time to time to see her daughter making faces as she erase and redraws them, she would smile and go back to reading too baelor as he reminds her to do the voices of the characters.

As rhaelle took a small break and closed the book leaving her finger on the page so she could remember where she left off, baelor moved to get up and go over to the tray of delicious food that was on the table in front of the window. The door to the room was opened with a bust opened by Alora, who looked disheveled and out of breath, making the clan look at her taken back.

"Alora, what on earth–"

"The war is over in the stepstones, Aeron's dragon was seen flying ahead not a moment ago, they're back." She said happily looking at the group of three, rhaelle looked across from valaena as she look back at her mother. A moment of shock passed before they scattered up and rush towards the door.

Alora was hurrying down the hall with the queen and her children in tow, it took them a while before getting to the great hall where they saw Aeron with a bag over his shoulder and another in a cloak hiding his face as they look around the great hall.

"Aeron!" Rhaelle exclaimed catching her son's attention, he smiled and run up to his family, "My sweet baby boy, you're home." Rhaelle engulf her eldest son in a hug, rhaelle and the others didn't pay any mind to the obvious stranger as they were in a group hug.

"And look how tall you got, oh my sweet boy, I hate how the war took your youth away from you." She said sad as she look over at her son's scar up face.

"You don't need to worry about it anymore, it's over now and I have reunited with you all again." He said in his gravel voice with a wide smile as he has his arm around his mother and sister's shoulder while baelor was stuck in the middle.

"Yes, thank the mother for that for looking after you and your kin, speaking of kin where is your brother." She looks behind him not seeing corwyn anywhere only the stranger who hides his face, making her give him a curious look.

"Corwyn had some business to take care of back at Driftmark, he said he will be joining us in a few day's time." Rhaelle looks away from the stranger and back at her son.

"Of course, when he returns to us, we will throw you both a grand celebration. In your honor," she said with a bright smile, her eyes cast over to the stranger in the cloak once again.

"Well, Aeron are you going to introduce your friend." Aeron looks at his mother before back at the man who started to come to the family, he turns to his mother with an annoyed and guilty.

"Trust me when I tell you I had nothing to do with this, " Rhalle gave her son a confused look as he pulled away and move to stand behind her next to his sister.

"Lady Rhaelle." Her eyes snapped to the stranger, who wasn't a stranger to her but rather a nuisance, "It is an honor to see you again, issa jorrāelagon." Rhaelle glared at Daemon as he removed the hood from his head and gave a wide grin to the woman.

"It is Queen Rhaelle now, prince daemon. I am no longer a lady but a queen." She said with pride with a rise of her head, she watch with a look as he came closer to her.

He let out a low hum moving his hand to grasp one of her white dreads, "Queen Rhaelle," he purrs twisting the dread between his finger before looking at her.

"I like it. It fits you very well, my queen." He smirks looking down at her, she looks away from snatching her hair from his grasp and turning her back to him to look at her daughter.

"Valaena, why don't you show your brother to his new room, baelor why don't you company them." She says looking at them with a strained smile as she held her hands tightly together, valaena is pretty sure she heard a few bones pop as her mother squeeze her hand.

"Of course, mother. Come along, brothers." She said quickly looking at them with a look, valaena's hand went to her younger brother's shoulder to guide him away from daemon and her mother. As she loop her arm into her twins arm pulling him along, she signal for alora to follow suit.

"Why are we in such a hurry," baelor asked as he was ushered through the double doors.

"We not. I just want to give mother and the prince some time alone," she said making her brother snort.

"She means to say, she doesn't want to be anywhere near mother. When she finds out that our sweet Val forge a fake letter to daemon." Aeron says to baelor as he had his brother to his side as they walk down the hall just a few feet away from the great hall doors, valaena gave her brother a look.

"I did no such thing–" valaena was stopped in her lie by a loud voice.

"WHAT?!?!....VALAENA." the young girl eyes widen before she looks over at her twin who gave her a brow raise and a look.

"Shut up."

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decadentpaperduck · 2 years

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haii i luv luv luv your writing !

if i may, could i request cuddling with steve ? ty babes !

Hi sweetness, I luv luv luv your ask!

I do not know how long this has been sitting here, for which I apologise, and I didn’t know how you wanted it laid out so I thought I would give you a few genres of Steve’s cuddles. All fluff! (More under the Read More).

Feedback and reblogs always appreciated!

Cuddling With Steve

When you are sad, he bows his head just a little to look up into your eyes. His facial expression mirrors elements of yours, his face muscles relaxed and his eyes wide. You find yourself falling into his eyes, tears spilling out of your own as he approaches you slowly. You let him hold you up and into his chest, close enough to feel his heartbeat and smell his amber and tobacco scent. His breath tickles your ear as he whispers soothing words and sounds. “Inhale.” He instructs softly. “Exhale.” You do it. He does it. Together your chests rise and fall in sync. You’re so close to him in every sense.

When you are too scared to ask, the look on your face gives you away. It happens more than you would care to admit. The man still gives you butterflies and it’s hard to contain the nerves he erupts in your soul. He looks you up and down, as if to tell you you know how to ask, and if you did, he would do it. He would do anything you asked him. Your embarrassment would be evident in your turned in body language and your eye contact avoidance. He would give in, reaching for your hand with a long, slow, reach, before pulling you in at your waist, keeping his torso leant slightly back so as to survey you with awe. His hand would fit perfectly against your cheek, holding you steady, locking your eyes to his. Tummies pressed together, wrinkles at the edge of your eyes, your smile would be untamed as he gave you exactly what you wanted without even a word. You know each other so well.

When you are excited, his energy matches yours. Your happiness is his happiness. He’ll open his arms where he stands, and you’ll run to him. Across the parking lot, through a store or from the other side of the living room; he stands with his feet firmly planted on the floor and a smile on his face to rival the brightness of the sun. When your bodies connect, he sways with the force and throws his arms around you instinctively. His excitement manifests itself in the flexing of his fingers over your back as he squeezes you.

When you have had a bad day, Steve’s eyes will watch you carefully before he makes his way to you. You’ll often be facing the other way, not wanting to worry him with your feelings. He can sense the way his earth shifts when you’ve had a bad day, he feels what you feel and he wants to help. He will never shun you for your feelings. He will snake his arms around your back and rest his head on your shoulder whilst you busy yourself with something unimportant. He will kiss across the plane of your collarbone at varying speeds and pressure, until you start to giggle at the way it tickles or the way that it sounds comical when his puckered lips meet your neck over and over. He’ll hum when he successfully gets the reaction he wants and laughs along with you right at your ear. He’ll ask if you want to talk about it before he makes any other movements. He’ll rock you gently from side to side, whether you decide you want to talk about it or not, it helps lull you into a restful mindspace. You’re not sure where it came from but you think it’s rooted in his love for children and the day you have a baby together will be the day, he won’t stop his arms from rocking. He’s almost practised his whole life for that moment.

When you are in bed, his hand softly rolls over your waist, his palm splaying over your skin as he pulls you in towards him. His hand wanders in a small circle, the hands never presumptuous, only soothing. You’ll often try to open your eyes, meet his gaze and indulge in pillow talk that solidifies your love for him. But you’ll often fail, your fluttering eyelids never opening as you fall into a slumber only induced by the safety of Steve Harrington that you have never found in anyone or anything else.

#tjwrites #tjhopesyoulikethistbh #im falling in love with steve again #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #self insert #fluff #fr

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ladypascal · 8 months

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Summer Nights, Mid July

and is that the most basic title i could think of? yuuuuuup but it works for now.

anyways, here is a quick sneak peak now that I've finally almost finished everything after my laptop betrayed me - a snippet from my neighbor! Joel x female reader fic :')

Warnings: none YET ;)

“Sorry, I can change, if yo-“, you motion to the house.

“No,” Joel interrupts, shaking his head softly, clears his throat, “no it’s fine, you don’t have to do that, ‘s fine,”

“Oh, okay,” you smile, setting your coffee down on the table between the two of you, “I was going to go for a swim before I start on everything though,” you stand, stretching your arms above your head.

Joel feels his mouth run dry.

“Wanna come?” You ask, looking at him over your shoulder as you continue towards the pool.

“Oh, uh, didn’t bring my swim-“

“Just wear your boxers,” you tell him as you slowly walk down the steps into the water, “not like it’s that much different, just me and you,” you shrug, wading out further, hoping it came across as confident as it sounded in your head.

You dip under water, coming to the surface and pushing your hair out of your face, wiping the water from your eyes. He watches as you do, wondering how the hell he got this lucky, but feeling like his body is anchored to the chair. You swim over to the ledge, folding your arms, resting your chin on your forearms, the water shallow enough for you to stand as you look at him, tilting your head to the side;

“Seems silly that we spent all this time getting it up and running and we don’t test it out, right?” You tease.

You watch as he sits silently, seemingly debating what he should do. He seems to be struggling with deciding if he should join you, and you start to panic a bit – maybe you read the signs wrong, maybe he wasn’t looking at you like that, plus he’s your neighbor, a very helpful one at that, and Sarah’s dad, should you reall-

And then he’s standing, placing his mug next to yours, kicking his shoes and socks off, stripping his shirt and shorts off, leaving him in just his boxers.

Oh.

Oh God.

He follows your earlier movements, slowly walking into the pool, not saying anything, only looking at you. His expression is unreadable, you can’t focus on anything but the way his thighs flex as he walks down the steps, or how big his arms are as he slowly swims over to you.

You smile as he joins you on the wall.

“This what ya wanted?” He teases and you hold back a groan, nodding instead.

“Only seems fair we enjoy it while we can, before it’s full of middle schoolers,” you try to joke, but you know your voice comes out shaky.

He laughs, “Guess this is the last time we’ll ever have it to ourselves,” he agrees.

You lock eyes then, and feel your breath catch, a sudden jolt of confidence surging through you.

“We should make the most of it then,” you say softly, turning so your back rests against the ledge, before you finally make the final step towards him. He realizes what you’re doing and lifts his arm so you have room to situate yourself between him and the wall, he doesn’t look away from your eyes the entire time. “Right?” you ask.

His other arm comes back to cage you in between himself and the wall, he dips his head lower.

“How d’you think we should do that?” He asks, voice low, his eyes flicking from your own to your mouth as he waits on your response.

Your hands come up to touch his chest, slowly gliding them across the wide expanse, to his shoulders. You watch as he tenses as you do so, then you wrap them around his neck, his body pushing up against yours, you can already feel how hard he is through his boxers. You pull him in closer, letting your lips lightly trail along his jaw, “I’m sure I could think of somethin,” you reply.

Hehe okay I hope you all luv it sm, lmk :)

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cutest-bunny-writings · 2 years

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Hey luv can you write about ceo namjoon x autistic reader who is having a meltdown????

I added my own little twist. I hope that's okay.🥺

🤟 (I Love You)

Warning: MC is having a meltdown, Joonie trying his best, brief mutism(?)

Note: I just needed some Namjoon x sign language in my life.

Also, I apologize that it's American Sign Language, I was having issues finding Korean Sign Language.

Pairing: CEO!Namjoon X (f.)autistic!reader

You're trying really hard right now not to burst into tears and failing miserably.

You shoot a message to Namjoon's pager befroe giving in to the meltdown completely.

Rocking back and forth, crying uncontrollably and attempting to breathe, hands flapping and looking like they're fanning your face.

Namjoon was home in mere minutes.

You hear the thud of his bag and his frantically takes off his shoes, coming to kneel in front of you.

"Babygirl, what happened?" Namjoon's eyes search your face but your eyes are staring at the Starrry Night pattern on his tie.

You try to answer him but an ugly sob comes out in its place.

"It's okay, it's okay. We don't have to talk about it right now. Come here." Namjoon carefully pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he tucks your face in his neck.

He sits on the floor with you nestled in his arms as he rocks back and forth, pressing occasional kisses to your head.

He feels your hand start to play with his hand that rests on your stomach.

"That's my babygirl. Are you starting to feel better?"

You snivel and nod in response.

Namjoon's hand flexes into the sign for "I love you" and watching your hands feel around his to figure it out.

"I love you."

"That's good." He kisses your temple. "Have you been practicing when I'm not home?"

You use your fist and bob it up and down to answer "yes."

"Wanna go take a shower? Rinse all these bad vibes off?" Namjoon strokes your hair.

You do the motion again.

He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, leaving you alone with a kiss on the shoulder and privacy to shower.

When you come out, you smell like petrichor and Namjoon beckons you over to sit on his lap.

"How do you feel about coming to work with me tomorrow?" He takes the towel in your hands, starting to dry your pretty locks while he continues. "We can set you up a nice little area with all your stuff, you know I have a book shelf too."

The tiny smirk he gives you makes you giggle and he presses his nose into your cheek.

"Okay."

"Perfect." Namjoon gives you a kiss, making sure to make and obnoxious 'muah' sound.

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I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

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73itsolutions · 1 year

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thajuicyone · 2 years

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We've got time NOW

Dilf: Deku x tamaki x milf reader

Words: 2.1k

Aged up tamaki, 27 deku 25, noise play, light bondage, tag team, slow burn, power play, aftercare, dom tamaki (jiki)

names: princess, slut, bunny, luv, bitch

We all haven't had a lot of time to be as intimate as we were before we started our own commission office and had our 2 beautiful children (one from + of each😌). Though the most we've done the past 2mons was flirt on the phone on the 3-way calls but, that's as far as we could go because like I said we're always busy. So tonight... they were as pent up as you were.

It's been a long day and all your motherly duties are handled to perfection as usual.

You softly tell them while walking down the seemingly long hallway. "The kids are asleep, got kisses from all 3 of us and a bedtime story." When you walk in they're both talking about something but when you get in there.. They stop and stare. At that moment you knew it was about you. "We were just talking about you luv" Izuku said with a devilish smile that made you wince. "We're both showered did you take one as well bunny?" Jiki asked with a pair of questioning eyes.

"No not yet. I just put the kids to sleep but I'm going now."

"Well be quick now, were waiting on you" Jiki said with a slight chuckle

"Yes sir Amajiki." He froze mid laugh.. All your head could tell you was "GOO GO NOW" Sooo on you went, quite quickly if I might add. You had a lovely 20min body soothing shower. After you got out and put on your towel you walked to your bedroom.. to your doom. You opened up the door seeing both of them. Jiki was on top of Izuku kissing him slowly and letting out little whimpers and moans. You closed the door behind you softly. All you could do was watch. Watch how their naked bodies glisten, muscles flex as they grind into each other, the sounds they make when they moan and kiss each other.. all things that turn you on by just impure thoughts or memories. They stopped to look at you, almost immediately looking down. Jiki whispered something in Izuku's ear. They got up almost in unison then walked to you Amajiki grabbing your neck and Izuku grabbing your ass and smacking it.

"It's been 2mons since I've grabbed pretty little neck like this.. might as well leave a few bruises for you princess."

You flinch and whimper at Jikis touch.

Izuku chuckles.

"It's been a few hours since I've kissed these lips and smacked this ass."

It's light but demanding.

They get you to the bed and you look up to see Jiki getting something from the mini fridge next to the nightstand.

"Takoyaki if you're wondering" after he ate a few pieces he put it back and almost immediately his tentacles grew from his fingers on both hands. That's where he needed all of his quirk to go for now.

"Spread your legs and relax for me, my slutty princess. " his hoarse voice sending shivers down your body.

You never the less follow his quiet relaxed commands. You relax your body as best as you can. He sends one of his tentacles to your neck and mouth and two to your nipples. During that he and Izuku give you a show. They start kissing again just as slow and patient as last time Jiki grabbing Izuku's throat with his other hand.

"Yes daddy Tamaki" he groaned into the air.

Jiki took that time to make tentacles on that hand as well. Putting one around Izuku's neck and the other four around his cock, stroking it slowly. Izuku whimpered. That sent your pussy into a twitching frenzy. Jiki notices that and uses that to his advantage. He gave you one tentacle on your clit. You squeal a little too loud.

"Both of you be quiet or else. I don't want to make noise but I will if I have to."

Izuku looks over at you and the mount of pre doubles. Izuku tries his best as he can to make words come out while slurring.

"I gonna chhum~"

Tamaki takes one tentacle off Izuku's cock and puts it around his balls moving faster. It sends Izuku into yet another frenzy of a sporadic orgazam, twitching and groaning with every stream of cum that enters the atmosphere. Also cumming on Jikis stomach.

"Lay in the bed and kiss her with your hand around her throat for me, and make sure you pay attention to those gourmet nipples of hers as well."

Jiki takes no time to shove two tentacles in your already overstayed, leaking, and aching pussy, leaving no room for you to breathe moving at a constant pace.

"Make noise i fucking dare you"You yelp and grab a pillow because daddy said to be quiet.

You put your hand around Izukus cock, letting him fuck your hand. All of a sudden there's a light knock on the door. Tamaki speeds up with a devilish smirk and tells you to answer. So in the calmest voice you could have, you've managed to push out a

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I had a nightmayoe, can I sweep wit you and daddies. PWEEASSEE?"

"Hold on luv. How about I p-plug up your n~nightlight the one with d-addies and I in it, that sounds good?"

"Yes mama"

"Ok here i cu-come"

"Are you ok mommy"

"Yes mommy's ok, m~ommy is pe-herfectly fine"

You whisper to Jiki looking him dead in his eyes.

"I'm gonna cum daddy"

"Yea?"

"Yes"

He slows down almost barely moving and whispers in your ear:

"I'll give you two options you can cum now and we'll be done or you can wait and when you get back. I'll eat you out and fuck you with this hard fat dick and tentacles of mine with Izuku. Pick one. Now."

You of course being horny but somehow patient, you picked the 2nd one.

"There's my nasty bunny bitch"

He pulls out and you go hook up the nightlight for your baby, hug him and kiss him goodnight. Almost running back, you busted into that room like you heard someone dying.

"Let me show you why they call me the Milfeater and Izuku, use her mouth however you please. When and only when I tell you to."

"With pleasure"

Your pussy twitched, throbbed and shuddered from just the pictures your brain could conjure up about what they were gonna do to you.

"Lay down, propped up on your arms, legs spread, looking at us and nothing more"

You aimlessly follow Jijki's commands. He gets on his knees in front of you and spreads your slippery lips open.

"Look at this pretty little pussy. Isn't it beautiful Izuku?"

"Yes indeed. Can... can I help you eat her juicy cunt. I know you don't need me to but, I really REALLY wanna taste her and kiss on her sensitive pearl"

Jiki lets out a chuckle and a reassuring smile.

"Go ahead my sexy boy, bone-apple-teeth."

We all have a quick laugh but that soon turns into a whimper and a moan when Jiki starts licking and sucking your swollen clit causing a bridge reaction to your back. Izuku soon joined in the fun and they were soon making out with your clit in their mouth. Tossing it back and forth with their tongue and moaning. Jiki took Izuku's cock in hand once again causing him to jump and jolt. Once again you're gonna lose it.

"I'm gonna cum daddies"

Everything stopped. They stopped eating, you didn't cum yet, and you felt one quick smack on the ass. You immediately got on all 4s.

"Izuku use her mouth NOW"

He got up as quick as possible on his knees in front of you, and shoved his hard cock down your throat while Jiki got on his knees and stuck his cock balls deep making your toes curl and eyes roll back. There was nothing more you loved than being double stuffed with a cock down your throat and Jiki knew that. Izuku took out his cock to give you a breather.

"You ok princess?" He stared at you more.

"You do so good for us, can I keep going?"

You stuck your tongue out as an answer.

"Yes mam" and he continued fucking your throat.

Your pussy clenches with Jiki inside you so he obviously uses THAT against you.

"You're gonna cum for us slutty princess"

"Yesshshsss" You say while still choking on Izuku.

"Cum for us NOW..cum" he says trying to stay quiet.

He speeds up to the pace that makes you space out. You all came in unison, twitching and cursing and now we switch positions.

"Awweee Izuku look she creamed."

"I know, she's soo cute like this. I fuckin love her facial expression."

"Izuku take my place, but get on your hands and knees, put a pillow under her back so you can kiss her cervix, and put your cock in her, use our cum as lube if you need to but DON'T move. I'm getting behind you and I'm gonna put a load inside of you as well. Nobody move until I say so, understood?"

"Yes sir" With both of your wobbly voices

"Do I need more lube izuku? I don't wanna hurt you more that I intend to"

"Yes please, I wanna hear the noises all 3 of us make together"

"Is that enough?"

"Yes.. it feels too good already"

"That's what i like to hear. Start slowly and follow my pace."

Clap, squish, grunt, clap, squish, clap* the repetitive sounds not straying far away from your hollow head from the overstim.

Your body is shaking and convulsing on his cock getting strung out. "Harder, please.."

"She wants it harder Izuku, don't disappoint her now heh"

"I'm gonna count us down from 3. Don't cum before 0 or after 1. Got it?"

"Yes sir-r fuckk~." Your legs shaking, eyes watering, mind blank. Waiting for him to start you you can finally finish

"Got it." He struggles to get out quietly.

Jiki started counting "3"

"2½"

"Oh come on Jiki seriously?" He smacked Izuku's ass soo hard that he screamed and basically made you jealous.

"2. Yes and do you have a problem with it?"

"No big daddy." Izuku said, whimpering.

"Exactly so, 1½."

"1" Everyone's moving as fast as they can.

"0.5" Jiki bit Izukus back and he bit your lower lip to keep quiet but it was pointless.

"0. Everybody cum now or never."

Being quiet was pointless.. you all knew it. Everyone came almost yelling curse words. The covers, everyone's hair, hell even the air was a mess. But it was quickly filled with shuddered quiet voices and cracked giggles.

"If the kids aren't up NOW, they sleep like you during hibernation Jiki"

"I see you still have jokes luv, ready for another round.. 4 I think? My heads all swoozie" Izuku said, trying to join the fun.

"H-hey it's not my fault.. i-its part of my quirk." He struggled to speak, starting to get back to his regular shy self.

"Fuck you're such a great mom, wife, ceo, and assistant. Youre wayy more than OUR little fuck toy. We just want you to know that you're the only one and you've never let us down." Izuku said while kissing you all around your face.

"We could never ask for more of you. You keep all your responsibilities held down and we're proud of you. I just don't know if anyone can do it better. Thankyou for being there and we love you... But I love her more." Jiki gave you a kiss with his same devilish smirk that he had before.

"Try me" Izuku snorted, kissing you as well, biting your lip.

You try to release the tension

"Thank you to the both of you. I appreciate the BOTH OF YOU as well.

Everyone starts snuggling up together and drifting off...

You tap Jiki "I have to go pee but I can't walk and he's already asleep. Can you take me there?"

"Sure babe but be quick. We have a busy day at the office tomorrow with All Might coming to set final preparations to honor Sir. Nighteye."

"I know, I know. I'm just soo happy he picked us for the 1st annual event for Sir. Nighteye. Everyone's gonna be there, even AIZAWA SENPAI. I'm done. Can we go to sleep now"

"Say less Y/N"

You both crawl back in bed kissing one another, snuggling to slumber. You're still in shock with everything and yet still exhausted from the whole day, let alone tonight. All the more happiness that filled your day... and night with a smile.

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Can't wait to hear how everyone feels about it. I'm sooo happy that I could get this out. This took WAAAYYYYY LONGER than I had anticipated bc I wanted it "perfect"😒. But it's here now so hope you enjoy😌

Have a nice day/night~ Juicey💮

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 2 months

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I have a moral conflict, there's this girl who's lowkey flirting with me, but she has a boyfriend, they're in an open relationship cuz he cheated on her and she cheated on him as revenge and I guess they opened up the relationship to feel less bad about it; but after their last fight she's been calling me "my love" and "sweety" and claimed that she'll now act like "my jealous girlfriend", her words not mine.

From what I get in their relationship they can fuck whoever they want but only have one formal partner, so my question if I'm the wrong for playing along and walking around with interlocked arms and calling her baby and stuff like that?

Anyways luv u lots💜

well...in my humble onion... if they're in an open relationshop it's nbd and their past together sounds kinda rocky anyways so mayb deep down she's looking to move on ! from her words and actions it appears that way. i would just advise, protect your heart ^^; <3 in my exxperience, when someone tries to flex their jealousy as a desirable trait...things dont always end well. But it can be a memorable fling to look back on one day so you knoww just live you life follow your gut feelings !! Hope it works out for u anon Always- #:)#<3#pmd9

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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What Do You See, Mirror? Chapter 7

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 1836

Summary: Ritchie’s in danger.

You were lounging in the living room, enjoying a drink with John when an unexpected chill raced down your spine. This chill was similar but oh-so-unwelcomely different than most others you’d felt in your life. Overall, it was the same . . . except for the sparks of electricity that danced painfully along your ribs as it passed.

“You alright, luv?”

There was likely no small amount of hostility in your gaze when you searched around the room for the source of your pain. “You making friends with angels behind my back?”

“Bloody hell . . .” It felt like every muscle in John’s body stiffened upon hearing that question, but his voice was still that Constantine-branded casual when he said, “Friend would be a mighty strong choice of word for it.”

“John, I’m disappointed,” a new masculine voice sounded as a dark-skinned angel appeared in the room with you.

“About us not being friends?” John scoffed. “You really shouldn’t be surprised.”

The angel rolled his eyes. “And here I’d heard that you’d come to your senses when you cut ties with this . . . filth.” The way he spat the word reminded you of the way one might discuss the finding of a rat in one’s dinner. “Yet you’re decided to start--what’s the phrase--slumming it . . . again.”

You could see John’s jaw flexing with his anger. “That’s none of your business,” you snapped before he could say anything that might get him killed.

“It is when the reason he got involved in stopping the Rising Darkness was to save his soul!”

The icy chill was back, but this one was born purely out of fear. “What?”

“If you wanted her out of it, maybe you shouldn’t have let literally everything point to the fact that we needed her,” came John’s sharp reply.

Now, it was the angel’s turn to be unpleasantly surprised. “What are you talking about?”

The laugh that left John’s mouth was a harsh, cruel-sounding thing. “Of course you don’t know. Zed, your precious seer--you remember her, right?--was having visions about the two of us. Apparently, we need her to fight your precious Rising Darkness.”

Angel boy’s jaw clenched. “Have you checked the scry map?” Apparently, he didn’t feel like discussing his shortcomings on the Seer Knowledge front.

“No. In case you haven’t noticed, I was having a drink with this lovely lady.”

“Even God had a day off,” you pointed out, voice sickly-sweet as you trailed a finger down the arm John had looped around your shoulders.

“God rested because he’d finished creating the world. John’s job is just heating up.”

Immediately, the exorcist’s brow furrowed, but he let the angel keep talking.

“There’s an old friend you can still help, and it’s even in your own backyard.”

You felt your face twist in confusion. “Aren’t you lot usually more cryptic than that?”

He didn’t deign to so much as look at you; those golden eyes of his stayed locked on John.

“I’ve only got one friend in town . . . if you can call him that, but my lady’s right. You getting used to breaking Daddy’s rules?”

Saying nothing, the angel just vanished.

“. . . Well that went better than I expected,” John muttered.

You pulled away from him slightly. “So when were you planning on warning me about the feathery threat to my existence?”

“Oh, don’t be like that, luv. I try not to think about the bastard as much as I can, to be honest. Besides,” he pulled you back to him, directing you to move onto his lap so that you were straddling it instead of the casual, reclined position from before, “you know I’d never let him hurt you. Right?”

You scoffed, trying to add levity to his suddenly self-conscious tone. “Since when do I need your help to defend myself?”

At that, he barked a laugh. “To, right you are.” The pair of you shared a brief, fiery kiss before he guided you to your feet. “Now, come on. Ritchie needs our help!”

“It’s Ritchie that needs us?” you found yourself asking while being dragged down the hall. “Oh, he’s gonna love this . . .” Not.

The taped lecture was painfully boring even from outside the lecture hall. Yawns forced their way out of your mouth every few seconds, it felt like. When the tape finally messed up and Ritchie ended the class, you (and probably every student inside) inwardly rejoiced.

Waiting outside hadn’t been your idea in the slightest. No, you’d wanted to sit with John so you could at least mock whatever lecture Ritchie would put on and have something to keep yourself occupied that wasn’t just listening and twiddling your thumbs. But then John had to go and make the far-too-valid argument that you and Ritchie had never gotten along, so he would probably bolt the second he caught sight of you.

Hence, outside.

While listening to John’s pointless question to dramatically announce his present was amusing, when the time came, you filed out with the students. Crowds were truly brilliant for going unnoticed, after all, and John already had Ritchie’s attention firmly locked on him.

The plan was theoretically simple. He’d probe his old friend for as much information as he could manage on the way to Ritchie’s office. Where you’d already be inside waiting so you could catch him off guard. Then, fingers crossed, the three of you could figure out exactly what this mysterious danger was.

You were already done snooping around the office (finding nothing, naturally) and were lounging on the couch when you heard Ritchie’s once-familiar voice saying, “We had a . . . a deal. I help you and--” He abruptly cut himself off when he saw you. “Oh, no. No, no, no.” His eyes started frantically darting between the pair of you.

John flopped down next to you, arm automatically falling behind your head.

“You swore. You promised. No supernatural stuff, no demons--”

“Hey!” you protested at the same time John announced, “Gary’s dead, Ritchie.”

Ritchie’s whole body froze, full dear-in-the-headlights. “D. . . dead?”

“I’m sorry to spring it on you like that, mate, but, uh, now I have it on good authority that something ill-natured is circling you like a pack of wolves, and I’m not just gonna sit there and wait for it to attack.”

As John spoke, Ritchie moved to sit behind his desk, face full of confusion and shock. “Why me?” he muttered. “Why her? Why did you bring her here if something bad was already after me?”

“Because dealing with me is a right side better than ending up in a shallow grave because of something worse.” Your eyes narrowed. “Or are you forgetting all the times I’ve saved your ass?”

John’s hand squeezed your shoulder.

“But that’s no answer to why me. I don’t do anything but work and go hom, all of which is sprinkled with a whole lotta sedatives!”

What about the data-mining?”

“I got sick of frying hard drives! I don’t do it anymore! I shut the program down.”

“All this doesn’t change the fact that something bad is coming, Ritchie,” you pointed out calmly.

“Looks to me like something bad is already here,” came his mocking reply. “Careful how you speak to my wife.”

“You divorced years ago, John! And for good reason. She’s a demon! It ain’t natural, and you know it!”

“She’s part demon, Ritchie, and you’d do well to remember that.” John’s tone was sharp, almost like he was moments from calling hellfire to those talented fingertips of his. When you squeezed his thigh to ground him, he relaxed some. “Besides, my reasons for parting with her died that day in Newcastle.”

“I’m here to help, Ritchie,” you vowed seriously. The hostility needed to tone itself down and quickly.

“Just--” His phone ringing cut him off. Convenient.

Based on his face, the news on the other end was anything but good. Of course.

Telling that young girl about her friend dying was easily one of the most emotionally traumatizing things you’d born witness to. Fortunately, after that it was quite easy to convince her to come to the millhouse.

“Don’t worry,” John was saying. “All reflective surfaces here have protections on them.”

“Get some rest while we work this out, alright?” you suggested.

“I’m sorry about all this.”

You waved her off. “Bah! You’re much better to deal with than Ritchie even with the whole evil ghost thing.” You winked at her. “He kinda hates me, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Why . . .” she trailed off as she seemed to realize that the answer wasn’t any of her business.

“You just get some rest. I’ll wrangle the magicians.”

You knew it was going too well. The other shoe was bound to drop, yet when it did you were still surprised and horrified in equal measure when she was sucked into that hellish dimension through her phone of all things.

Immediately, John started pulling out the supplies he’d need to do the spell. It was a little hard to hear anything over the blood racing in your ears, but you knew him and Ritchie were arguing about going in. But then you got dragged into it.

“She’s got mind powers, right?” You jerked your head around to see that Ritchie was pointing at you. “Why can’t she do it?”

John’s jaw clenched as his eyes met yours. “Her mind is too volatile. It’s overwhelming even to trained people; if she goes in we might lose Lily.”

“He’s right. I’d probably burn her out along with Shaw if he tried to get hold of me. Finesse is what’s needed, and that’s something I can’t do.” You looked at Ritchie. “If things go wrong, I’ll come in and be the battering ram. You two could handle it since you’ve got practice and warning, but it has to be a last resort sort of thing.”

He looked like he wanted to complain more, but Ritchie just sighed. “Fine.”

It was torture, watching the pair of them just . . . sit there in the trance.

It was pure Hell when John’s hands started bleeding. Still you didn’t try to enter. Lily was still alive. You had to hold out hope.

Then Lily came out. You patted her shoulder comfortingly but said nothing.

And finally, John came out of it and you immediately dropped into his lap to kiss him silly in relief despite the blood that lingered on his hands without wounds. “Good to see you too, luv, but I need you ready to drag him out incase the stupid git decides to try and stay there.”

You glanced over at Ritchie’s body. “You got it.”

But in the end, it all turned out . . . fine. Except for the dead kids. You’d all have to live with that on your conscience, but the three of them were alive. You were just happy to have them safe.

And if you and John got deliciously, irresponsibly, and hopelessly drunk after toasting Gary’s memory in the mirror . . . Well that was your own business.

And the business of that one little walk-in chapel in Vegas.

#john constantine x reader #constantine x reader #john constantine imagine #constantine imagine #hellblazer imagine #hellblazer x reader #reader insert #10k #DC imagines

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