#side note have you ever had a baby pull your hair it fucking HURTS
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did somebody say dadkarios
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale dekarios#galemance#dadkarios#pregnancy cw#just a man and his slightly terrifying wife and goblin offspring#the sign won’t stop her because she can read but she’s ignoring it#this was inevitable we all knew it was coming#i almost regret spending so much time on these but they’re so pretty#i love decorating the wizard tower#side note have you ever had a baby pull your hair it fucking HURTS#they’re out for blood from day one#spoilers for future stuff but poor cyra goes through fucking HELL with that baby and it looks nothing like her#also i'm fully a gale abs denialist. where's his tummy you cowards make him Soft
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hi. im just a girl daydreaming about mating with aged up! loak. please make my dreams come true. some angst. with happy ending. female reader. smut. I BEG YOU. and i would do ANYTHING.
kisses lots of love and bye 🥰
The moon, the stars and his life
adult Lo‘ak x female metkayina reader
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, sexual harassment, bullying, mean Aonung (sorry to all Aonung stans), smut with feelings, possessive / jealous Lo‘ak
Notes: I hope that’s what you had in mind, I was simultaneously writing Lo‘ak x reader angst for my fic on ao3 and had to make sure they’re not too similar 😵💫
Lo‘ak didn’t know what he did to deserve such a blessing in the shape of you. Did he even deserve it? He doubts it. You were just so perfect, from the top of your head to your cute little toes and the tip of your tail. Perfect.
Which is why it hurts even more, to hear those Metkayina boys talk about him like this to you...
Originally, he just wanted to go for a swim, see what you were up to and if you wanted to come along and spend some time with him. Down at the shore is where he had finally found you. You were sitting in the sand, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin and with your feet in the clear water, while you were braiding your hair in peaceful silence. Lo’ak was about to approach you, until Aonung and his friends came into view.
The sight of them, surrounding you like you were their prey made him clench his teeth in anger. But before he mindlessly jumps into action like last time, he decides to watch, see what they’re gonna do. At first he thought they would tease you too, just like they did with him and Kiri- for your different shaped tail and small arms. But the conversation quickly went into a different direction.
"…You should hang out with us instead", one of them says and reaches his hand out to brush through your hair. "We can show you around, nobody knows these island like we do, baby." You’re quick to shove his hand away, politely declining his offer. You’re always so kind, Lo’ak sighs. Too kind. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, couldn’t treat them in the same disrespectful way as they were treating you.
"Ohh I forgot", Aonung says with a wink to his friends that you completely miss, "You and Lo‘ak, right?" The chiefs son confidently lays his arm around your shoulder and pulls you a little closer, much to your visible annoyance. "What does a pretty girl like you even see in a freak like him, huh? Have you seen his hands? Gross!" The group laughs at his words. "That dick can’t even be that good, right? If you come with us, we‘ll show you how you deserve to be treated." You scrunch your nose in disgust of these words.
"C‘mon, don’t be so shy, we don’t bite. Let’s have a little fun together. You don’t have to hang around with that freak all day." Aonung leans even closer to you and that’s when you finally decide it’s enough and get up. It pains him to see that forced smile on your lips, knowing you’re too scared to tell these guys to fuck off. Instead, you politely tell them that you had to leave now.
"If you ever want to get a taste of real Na‘vi, you know where to find me!" Aonung calls after you and his friends can’t hold back their laughs.
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"Lo‘ak, there you are!", your soft voice calls out for him. "Oel ngati kameie." You greet him with a smile but he can’t bring himself to return it to you. With a frown you sit down next to him and immediately ask, "What’s wrong?" Lo‘ak shrugs, "Nothing is wrong."
"Are you sure?", you lean against his side and look up to him through your long lashes.
"Yes, I‘m sure", Lo‘ak responds cold and you sigh.
"Lo‘ak I’ve known you long enough now, I can tell from a mile away that there’s something on your mind so spit it out." The Na‘vi knows he won’t stand a chance against you. You always got everything you wanted from him and it was impossible to tell you no, let alone keep something secret from you. You definitely had your ways of getting him to talk…
"Do you think I’m a freak?", he mumbles and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
"What?", you scoff, "Why would I think that?"
"I’ve heard your conversation with Aonung", he tells you with a painful look on his face.
"These guys are pricks, Lo‘ak. Just a bunch of village boys that are probably too scared to ever leave their home. They could’ve never done what you and your family did."
"I know that but–"
"Just imagine them in the forest, do you think they would be able to adapt as quick as you did? Can you imagine Aonung bonding with an Ikran?" She laughs and his features soften a little. "Fishlips wouldn’t survive a day!"
It’s incredible. You are incredible. You just had this way of magically washing away all of his worries in the blink of an eye.
"So you’re… not interested in spending your time with Aonung instead of me?" He playfully nudges your side and you giggle.
"Oh you know, his offer was definitely appealing, but I’m way more interested to be with one of those Omatikaya boys. You know, the cute one? What was his name again?"
Lo‘ak rolls his eyes and chuckles, "Skxawng."
"No, I think his name is Lo‘a–" You can’t even finish the sentence. Without thinking, Lo’ak reaches down, hand cupping the back of your neck so he can haul you into a kiss. He always kisses you like it was the only thing that could keep him from dying, like your kiss and your lips were his saving grace in life.
You kiss him back just as eagerly, matching his vigor, his speed and that’s one of the things he loves about you. One of the things that’s been driving him crazy, keeping him up until ungodly hours as he tries to figure out how someone could affect him this way. You always keep up, even if you’re not ready to run into the line of fire.
You rest your hand on his chest, tilting your head and he instantly wedges his tongue between your lips. Lo’ak has something of an oral fixation. He’s all lips and teeth and tongue, he sucks and bites at every inch of skin he sees, like somehow it brings you even closer to him. You know that it isn’t necessary for him to leave a mark, everybody knows you are his, but he tends to anyways, with how he assaults your skin. In the blink of an eye, your top is discarded to somewhere behind him and then your back makes contact with the warm sand. The Na’vi groans with your nipple between his lips, desperation rocketing through your core and up your spine at the feeling, the sound. His lashes flutter as he suddenly pulls back to gaze up at you.
Lo’aks fingers tighten on your hips, almost possessively, as he looks at you. "You’re mine", he tells you and immediately you know, it's not something he says just like that. Nothing he says only in the heat of the moment. He says it because he means it. You were his. Always and forever. You look at him with your big doe eyes and nod. He reaches behind his back for his braided ponytail and then presents those tiny, pinkish tendrils in front of your face. You waste no time doing the same, reaching for your tswin.
"Say it", he demands, breathing heavily, "Say you’re mine." His pupils dilate as he watches your lips move, "I‘m yours, Lo‘ak. Only yours." And with that you connect, forming the tsaheylu bond. Your eyes close and you sigh in unison.
An almost animalistic purr rumbles deep within his chest and his broad hands sweep up your thighs, the lightest of touches searing against your bare skin. You lean yourself on your forearms to catch his lips in another kiss, rougher this time, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. Subconsciously, you roll your hips up against his, gasping into his mouth at the grind of his erection against your core. His hold on you falters for just half a second and then it returns with a vengeance, fingers digging into your skin and you gasp.
Lo‘ak‘s lip twitches up into a smug smile.
He’s desperate to have you. Seeing another man hit on you today has awoken some animalistic urge inside of him. He wants you to scream– scream so loud that everyone in the village would know what’s going on. If he wasn’t so possessive over you, he would’ve enjoyed to let Aonung watch you fall apart for him and nobody else. Because yes, his dick really is that good.
Your hips buck, seeking any sort of friction to ease the ache between your thighs. The throbbing between your legs has steadily grown and now reached a point where you couldn’t ignore it. Lo‘ak is quick to realize that and grinds his own hips against yours. You can’t help but let out a desperate moan.
Lo’aks hands make quick, steady work on your loincloth, pushing and pulling at it until it‘s bunched around your waist just high enough so that he can slip his hand between your thighs and finally get a feel of your wet heat.
“So wet for me already, sweet girl?” A lewd grin takes over his face as he runs two fingers through your slit. "I’ve barely even started." He dips his fingers into you just enough so that you begin to feel a hint of the stretch he could give you, but not enough to please any desire. "Lo‘ak please", you whine desperately. "Please, what? Tell me what you want, my mate."
How could you possibly decide?
“Anything, I’ll take anything", You moan out.
With a chuckle, Lo‘ak makes the decision for you, moving quickly as he frees his cock from his loincloth. You stare at it without a shame. No matter how many times you saw it, you would never get tired of the perfect sight. Lo‘ak kisses you once more, kisses you like it was the last time he would ever get to.
Slowly, he lowers his body onto yours, until there was not a single part of you both that was not touching. You fit together like a puzzle.
Pushing a hand in between your bodies, he guides the tip of his cock to prod against your entrance. "Don’t forget to breathe", he whispers against your lips and you release the breathe you didn’t even realize you were holding. The stretch of his cock entering you is a lot, but it’s not entirely painful. You whine and cling to him, nails digging into his back and Lo‘ak groans.
His fingers expertly find your clit and he begins to rub small, gentle circles around it, never ceasing to kiss you all the while. A shudder goes through your entire body at the stimulation and you sigh into his mouth before breaking away to let out a long moan.
You’re warm and soft around him, tight but still giving as he stretches you. Once fully inside, he stills, pushing his face into the side of your neck. "Oh fuck,” he curses under his breath.
He reaches up to grab one of your arms, pulling it from its position around his back and pushes it down on the warm sand, intertwining your three fingers with his own, four, much larger ones.
And then, he begins to move. His strokes are deep and on point, pace slow at first but increasing as time passes, your whines turning more desperate with every thrust of his hips. His eyes roam over you, starting from where you were connected– in and out, his cock glistening with your slickness. Then your breasts, bouncing every time your hips meet. And finally your face, lips swollen red from his kisses, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded, yet still focused on him –an expression that only he would ever get to see on that pretty face of yours.
From then on, his eyes were locked with yours. Something has him trapped in your gaze and if you asked him to now, he would give you the moon and the stars and his life.
A moan slips past his lips when he feels you clench around him. "You feel -oh, fuck- feel so good, squeezing me so tight", and to underline his statement, his hips snap roughly against yours and you moan, loud. "Lo‘ak!"
"Yeah, just like that. Let them all hear who’s making you feel so good", he groans. Unable to hold himself back, the Na‘vi starts to increase his pace to match the intensity of his feelings for you. You buck your hips, trying to match his as a shared effort to chase the sweet release together. Sounds of pleasure fall from both of your lips, uncaring if you’re too loud. It’s was too late for that now anyways.
The coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, prompting you to curl your toes. You squirm against Lo‘ak, who continues to hold you close to his body as his thrusts loose their rhythm, becoming much more erratic. "I’m coming, Lo’ak, feels too good", you moan and whine and he nods along to your words. "I know, I know its so fucking good, right?" You lift your legs and wrap them around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him as Lo‘ak continues to pound into you, unable to think of anything else asides from the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.
He curses under his breath, uncertain if he can hold out for much longer until one deep and hard thrust has you throwing your head back, screaming out his name as your body shakes under him, your walls clenching dangerously tight around him. "Good girl", he praises as he fucks you through it, "That’s it, my sweet mate. Let me feel you cum on my cock." Your nails claw at his back without restraint, eliciting a small hiss from him before white fills his vision. His head dips low to bite into your shoulder, trying to muffle his own moans while enjoying the feeling of the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. And then he spills inside you, claiming you as his, once again.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The walk back to your marui pod is filled with sweet laughs and giggles, as you hold onto his arm and intertwine your fingers with his. Aonungs face is sour, anger radiating off of him in waves as you both pass him like two lovebirds. The both of you don’t even realize that he’s there, too lost in each others eyes, as you bring Lo‘ak‘s hands to your lips and press a soft kiss to his pinkie.
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i’m so sorry for your loss. i hope you’ve received a lot of requests though and are managing to stay distracted 💛
could i please request some soft period sex with din djarin? i’ve been loving your din fics lately and there really aren’t enough people out there writing for him, so thank you for doing god’s work!!
𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍
» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x f! Reader
» CONTENTS : established fwb relationship, feeeelinggggs, period sex (duh), p in v sex, he talks you through it, cream pie (must I say it again, *wrap it kids*). He removes the helmet but you don’t see his face. Romantic as Mando can get. 18+, kiddos.
» AUTHORS NOTE : thank you for your condolences sweet pea. I’m doing much better with all these asks to work through!
» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here
“You’re in pain.”
For a man that doesn’t like droids, the voice that floats through The Mandalorians modulator sure sounds droid-esque. His tone is flat, devoid of emotion as he tries to ascertain the reason for your scrunched-up brows.
“I’m fine,” you dismiss awkwardly. The Mandalorian would have to set you alight with his flamethrower vambrace if he wanted to pry the information out of you.
Your period has started, settling a creeping pain across your lower back that kicks into what you can only describe as cramp-hyperspace. You’re both irritable and needy simultaneously, desperate for his attention yet frustrated by his presence all at once. Besides, you couldn’t call what you and The Mandalorian had a ‘relationship’. Sharing a cot every once in a while to ease the frustration built in a tin can in hyperspace wasn’t exactly marriage, was it?
A leather-clad hand gently finds its way onto the small of your back, rubbing slowly against the tight muscles there and soothing the ache that’s so intense it feels like it may pull away the flesh from your spine.
“I heard…” The Mandalorian hesitates for a moment, a twang of nervousness sounding from the tip of his tongue. “I heard that release is… is good for the pain.”
Your heart plummets into your stomach when his visor tilts to you, taking in your expression. His hand slides along the curve of your ass ever so gently, a ghost of a touch that feels more likely to be a figment of the force than something the big, burly Mandalorian could muster.
“Mando-“
He’s on you in a second, grabbing underneath your ass and hoisting you upwards in a strong lift that makes your head spin. You push your forehead to the smooth, cold metal of his helmet as he struggles to pull your pants down. He doesn’t get them past your knees, pushing your back against the wall and groaning as he works at his flight suit.
“I-I’m bleeding, Man-“
“I don’t care,” he rasps, voice dripping with arousal as he pulls his cock out from his pants. You can hear him work at it for a moment, his breath picking up as you whimper. “If you want me to fuck you- if that’s what you need- stars- I’ll give it to you, pretty baby, give you anything you need.”
He’s babbling, pushing your panties to the side and swiping his gloved fingers through your folds until the leather catches on your clit. You gasp loudly, the slight friction enough for your hips to jump off the wall.
Mando doesn’t hesitate, lining the head of his cock against your entrance before pushing into you with such ease. You take him so well, your body desperate to be filled by him that it offers no resistance at all. A groan tears from his throat like someone had punched him straight in the gut, wheezing slightly when he feels the head of his dick bitch against your cervix.
It should hurt, and it does, but stars, it feels so good, too. Your back is arching against the cool durasteel, tears welling in your eyes as he rolls his hips impossibly deeper. The coarse hair on his pubic bone grinds just right against your clit, and your walls clamp around his cock while you whine out his name.
“I know, Baby Girl, I know,” he breathes, his hips starting a languid, steady pace that has you digging your fingernails into the pauldrons on his shoulders. It stretches you out just right, your hips raising to meet each thrust as you sigh out his name in what could only be described as some kind of prayer.
“MmmMando,” you moan, head tilting back until your crown hits the wall behind you. Eyes cast to the heavens, they tear up as tendrils of pleasure work their way up your spine, Mando’s hips already working you towards bliss in a way only he could.
“Close your eyes, Pretty Baby,” you hear him groan, his voice gravelly. You do so without question, eyelids heavy already with the intensity of the pleasure building between your thighs.
There’s a shift, a mumble of ‘keep ‘em closed’ that sounds too loud to be him, and then his lips are on your neck. Nando’s lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin as he ruts into you at a blinding pace.
“Ohmy- Mando-“ you choke out, tears streaming down your cheeks at the overwhelming rush of adrenaline, of emotions. The coarse hair of a trimmed beard you didn’t know he had bristles your skin, and he whispers a moan against the junction of your shoulder.
“Fuck, Baby,” he chokes out, his hand gripping at the flesh just beneath the curve of your ass where he holds you up. “So fucking wet, so tight for me, Baby. That’s it, I know, I know, I can feel it-“
You’re arching into him, moaning louder. The sound of your keens bounces off the walls of the hanger, ricocheting back into your ears as you feel your orgasm work its claws into your abdomen.
“I’ve got you,” Mando soothes you, even with the strain in his voice, “I’ve got you, m’here.”
It sends you dropping through space, plummeting past the stars and the planets as he hits something vital inside you. You’re cumming, bliss spilling through your body and momentarily blinding you as everything blurs before your eyes. It roils through you, tears you apart at the seams like you’ve been stretched and ripped open in the best way.
You must be screaming, must be wailing and sobbing his name, because Mando is offering you a chorus of ‘I know I know I know’. You’re so tight around him, gushing on his cock and his hips stutter, spitting out your name against the column of your throat in a voice that’s unmodulated and crystal clear as he cums, filling you up when he spills inside of you.
You’re both panting heavily, legs like jelly and bodies buzzing with a burning afterglow that could compete with the twin suns of Tatooine.
“M-Must have made a mess,” you whimper, voice cracking. Your eyes stay firmly shut, even when you hear him chuckle and feel him press a kiss to your jaw.
“That’s what a shower is for, isn’t it?”
You share the shower, share a cot in your moments of frustration on this tin can in hyperspace. Mando takes his helmet off for you, kissing and whispering utter bantha-shite while he smoothes your discomfort… Maybe it is a marriage proposal, after all.
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hiya! can yous do Mitch & 6 please ?
thanks 🩷
send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩
Notes: weirdly obsessed with his shoulders right now
MISCOMMUNICATION
Mitch Rapp was difficult to understand; signals were crossed and mixed to the point where a blur was left behind, emotions swinging left and right as they failed to settle, and looks that were longing one second before harnessing avoidance the next. You didn't know whether he was coming or going and it pulled so much harder at your heart than you ever anticipated it would.
You didn't think that falling for such a man would leave you awake at night, constant thoughts running through your mind about the things he said or did - trying to analyse their meanings, trying to find even a slither of hope that there was something worthwhile there. He made butterflies flutter, but he could also make them sink. Coldness stemming from his neutral gaze had the capacity to suddenly warm and light up the space you surrounded yourself in. He would soothe any stresses you had with his undivided attention, or leave you so utterly alone to lick at your wounds in silence.
Mitch Rapp was an enigma, which both hurt and healed you. And for some reason, you loved him for it. For all of it.
You were trained to be robotic; every move was calculated to an exact second, every thought confident and assured before being acted upon. Mistakes weren't just frowned upon, they were inexcusable, and a single minuscule hair out of place was enough to brand one as atrociously disreputable in the eyes of the Central Intelligence Agency. But it wasn't until you were behind closed doors and the thrill of your mission was over, that you managed to exhale out the craziness and finally be human again.
The past few days had been difficult - Portugal had worn you down, and the fresh scar draped from the edge of your ribs to the crease of your hip had only just started to heal. The skin was still raw as it sported a flushed shade of pink, but the suture that had taken years to properly perfect was holding together nicely. You had difficulty moving about, and usually, it wouldn't bother you as the mission was over, but right now you'd do anything in this moment to escape your hotel room.
With squinted eyes, you cringed from the raising pitch of your partner's voice - the tone booming as it chastised you. The 'blame-game' was one that you never won, and even though you tried, you couldn't even cheat your way into the winning circle. You were underneath a spotlight and you hated it, despite only the two of you occupying the temporary living space. Mitch had started, and he hadn't planned on stopping until his point got across.
"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" He yelled, the small space you sat within only amplifying the delivery even more.
This Mitch was the one that you often saw clouded by cold tones and closed-off personalities. It's the one that made you walk on eggshells and question everything you had said or done priorly that day. It's the one that told you what you should have done, and not praised what you had done right. This Mitch was the one that you had first met when he had been a recruit, and all of that trauma that led him to you was still buried so deep inside his tortured heart and mind. You could never tell if he was being protective of himself, or of you.
He is different to the Mitch that you saw a few days ago, however. This one was scared, frozen in place as he watched a knife aim for your stomach but instead drag down your side. His eyes had grown wide with worry as you collapsed in a small puddle of your blood, and his touch was delicate and gentle as it cupped at your cheeks and told you that everything will be okay. This Mitch scooped you into his arms and took you somewhere safe, with his own hands trembling in fear. He embodied warmth and care, and for a second you swore you saw his baby-brown eyes glaze with nervous tears.
You were hastily brought back to your hotel room as you heard Mitch groan loudly, his rant continuing as he overlooked how you momentarily spaced out. Your focus flicked up to him as his hands tugged roughly at his growing locks, brows furrowed and voice raspy from the exertion, "You need to be more careful! What the hell was going through your damn head!? Everything was going according to plan and you had to go rogue? Are you fucking serious?! You could've died! "
"Then why didn't you just leave me there if I'm such a damn liability then, Mitch?" You were tired. He had let you rest since the mission had been completed, successfully, but in true Mitch Rapp fashion, he still had to tell you what you had done wrong.
He grunted at your comment, nostrils flaring as he seemed to briefly consider whether to continue lashing out. You watched as his left hand balled into a fist, veins protruding up the back of his hand and over his wrist, as he channelled his emotions into the tension of his curled hand. The man eventually released the hold after his knuckles grew white, only to point a stern finger in your direction, "I never leave people behind. I especially would never leave you behind, don't you ever say that."
Your head shook as your tongue clicked, perplexed over his conflicting temperaments, "I don't understand what you want from me!" Your own voice rose, surprising Mitch as much as it did you as you both jumped ever so slightly. The room fell quiet for the first time since he barged through your door. The shrill of your voices had died and was instead replaced with heavy breaths and a staring contest between two sets of sad and confused eyes.
Mitch tilted his head in bewilderment, an ask for you to elaborate before you continued with an exasperated sigh, "It's always Good -Cop Bad-Cop with you. One minute, you can be the sweetest man I've ever met who would do anything to make me laugh, or smile. And then, other times y-you're just a whole different person, like all of your walls are suddenly back up and you have a fucking grudge against the world like a goddamn moody teenager!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" He was taken aback, voice leaving breathless as he took a tentative step closer to you. Not that he could pretend - Mitch knew that the hot-cold treatment was cruel, but he couldn't help it. Emotion to Mitch Rapp usually held a capacity for pure anger and revenge, but being with you allowed him to open up to many more possibilities. It terrified him, and he had been in such a slump for so long that he didn't know what to do. But he did need you, he needed his light.
"Just tell me what's going on, Mitch! Because it's so fucking hard to read you sometimes and it makes me want to tear my hair out and scream -"
"I LOVE YOU!" His voice echoed once more, the sentiment ringing through the enclosed space. Whisky-coloured hues glazed as his heart became exposed, laying out raw for you to see. Your expression harnessed shock and the lack of response made his laugh hollow and brittle. Mitch shook his head, focusing now on the scruffed toes of his shoes, "I'm in love with you. I thought you knew - "
"No, I didn't." You managed to say with whispered words, observing how the usually confident man in front of you now sank and closed in on himself. He was shutting down, drained from your fight and from the roller-coaster of the past few days. He already thought he was going to lose you when he felt the fresh warmth of your blood run through his fingers only a mere few days ago, but now, he might've just lost you as a staple in his life for good.
Silence had returned, yet it rang the loudest of anything else within that room that night. You had always expected that you'd fall for Mitch Rapp - how could you not? He had his moments of hilarity, amusing you when things got a bit dim or when mischievousness wove itself into his boredom. He held passion proudly like a medal when his interests were at play, showing just how he can truly immerse himself into hobbies or things that he liked. He was tough, both mentally and physically, and it was admirable to see how he would always stand up after being knocked down. He was also sweet when he wanted to be - even when he was raising his voice, purely exposing his protectiveness. Plus, he definitely wasn't bad to look at either.
What you didn't expect, however, was for him to have fallen for you, too.
"I hadn't even thought of loving anybody after Katrina died." His voice broke the barrier, eyes still peering down. Mitch drew a breath, his exhale shaky as he tried to gather himself, "I mean, I always seem to lose the people I love, and she was the last straw." The man cleared his throat as his hand ran back through his already teased hair, his stress evident, and he suddenly peered up at you, "Until a pain in my ass was elected my partner, and became so incredibly annoying that I began to find it endearing. Before I knew it, I was dreaming of life after all of this agent bullshit, married with kids, the whole white-picket-fence ordeal. And we were so damn happy."
A sweet smile shone his way through quivering lips and matching teary eyes. You held out your hand, desperate to have his hold ground you as Mitch's fingers slid between yours and he squeezed with complete adoration.
He licked his lips, "I'm sorry for yelling. I was just scared that I'd lose you, like I did the others. Because if anything happened to you, sweetheart, I swear - "
"You'd burn down the world?" You interjected a small chuckle from Mitch solidifying your correct choice of words.
"You have no idea just what I'd do for you." His other hand reached out to push back the small strands crowding your forehead, calloused fingertips never feeling so soft against your skin before. "I thought it'd be easier to shut you out, if I'm being honest... If I didn't love you, then it wouldn't hurt. But let's be fucking real, that's just impossible."
Pieces fell into place with perfect precision the moment your arms secured around his neck, your nose pushed into his shoulder, and his grip securing tightly around your waist. This moment was one filled with clarity and understanding, a mutual passion that cleared the air and prompted harmonising beats of hearts against two flushed chests.
"I bet it'd be even more impossible, since I love you, too." Your voice muffled against the worn cotton of his shirt, but Mitch heard you. His shoulders sunk in comfort, arms tightening even more, and the light of his life growing brighter with each and every passing second.
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BAD MIRACLE ➵ F. CASTLE
Summary: After a tense argument, you get triggered and Frank is there to pick up the pieces.
Warnings: Past abuse (Frank does not hurt the reader), implied PTSD, feminine nicknames, cursing, hurt/comfort
Word count: 1.5k
Author’s note: This was also a request — I promise I’m gonna try my best to start replying to asks with the corresponding fics! I'm still very much figuring this whole thing out. Stay safe lovelies <3 (Also by now you may have figured out I’m out here naming after FOB lyrics, hehe.)
He would never hurt you. He wouldn’t. Ever. You knew that — and yet, all reason and logic flew out the window just like that as soon as he raised his hand in retaliation.
You couldn’t even remember what you were arguing about, your mind only locked in on that one moment that made your heart hammer in your chest and any words drain from your throat. He had been heading out the front door of your apartment and you reached for his arm, only for him to pull it away and lift his hand, in the process. That was all. Just... moving away from you.
And you still flinched. As soon as he turned to you with his hand up in the air, you flinched. He saw it, saw the panic flash by your eyes, saw the way your throat closed up on you and saw how you took a step back in blind fear. Within seconds, whatever had been building the frustration in his chest evaporated and the heavy bag carrying his guns fell onto the floor with a thud that only startled you further.
”Baby...”, he breathed out, tilting his head to the side while reaching for you with both hands, only for you to react by stepping back and forcing a quick smile onto your lips.
”It’s okay”, you uttered out, running your fingers through your hair and nodding to confirm your own words as you trailed away from him. ”I’ll—I just—I’m gonna... the—the bathroom”, you stammered before turning your eyes away from him, unwilling to face the stare aimed at you as you headed down the hall to hide in your bathroom.
As you disappeared behind the door that was firmly sealed and then locked, Frank couldn’t help but take in a heavy breath and bury his face in his hands. The urge to kick something was almost irresistible, but aware that it would only scare you further, he settled for pacing back and forth and grumbling into his palm.
Whoever had caused you to react like that, was going to fucking suffer. You had always been the one person to look at Frank without fear, and here you were now, hiding from him behind locked doors. He could hear your suffocated cries, too, and it broke his heart in two — how could he do that to you? How could anyone have done that to you?
He struggled to suppress his anger at himself and anyone else who had made you cry, but eventually, he exhaled and stepped over to the bathroom with a gentle knock. ”Sweetheart”, he began, only to realize he had no clue what the fuck to say. There was no excuse or defense, after all. ”Hey, I get if you don’t wanna see me. But tell me you’re alright, yeah?” he pleaded, the despair evident even in his rough voice as he leaned his forehead against the door and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt sick to his stomach.
He heard your sob through the door, and when you unlocked it, he didn’t hesitate to carefully open it and peer in, only to find you lurched over the sink with your head in your hands. You were shaking and your breaths were far too shallow to his liking, and for a split second, right before his instincts kicked in, he felt awfully helpless and unsure what to do.
”Sweetheart…”, he frowned, ”hey, can I touch you? That okay?” His hands reached for you gently, and with a desperate nod, you swiveled towards him and fell against his chest. He cradled you in a tender embrace, one that you wanted badly to wash away all the raw memories of unwanted, hurtful touches. Frank… he would never hurt you.
”It’s okay, baby. Take your time, aight?” he whispered, his gravelly voice grounding you as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. He didn’t waver, not once, the thought of this being too much never crossing his mind. He was going to stand by you through everything — he had decided on that very early on, and his mind could not be changed.
You hiccuped, and damn-near hyperventilating, you clung onto Frank’s shirt like it was your lifeline. ”I’m—I just— I thought…”, you sobbed, and closing his eyes, Frank nodded.
”Shh, sh, shh, I know. I know, darlin’. C’mon, try and take some deep breaths for me, yeah?” he tried quietly and solemnly, and managing a frantic nod against his chest, you followed his example and drew in longer breaths, calming down your panicked state with each inhale.
”C’mere. Let’s get ya outta this hot bathroom. We’ll sit down on the couch, huh? That sound good, baby?” he suggested, talking you through everything, gentle and careful as he began guiding you into the living room. Still sniffling, you let him lead and wiped your eyes, a surge of embarrassment rearing its head in your chest as you sat down on the couch.
”I’m sorry”, was the first coherent thing you managed to speak, your shaky hands fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt as you avoided Frank’s gaze on you. ”I’m really… really sorry”, you added, lifting an ashamed hand to your face as you sighed.
Immediately, Frank was reacting with a mixture of a scoff and a snort — one that you had no time to overthink when he was speaking up.
”You got nothin’ to be sorry about, sweetheart. That wasn’t your fault. Ever. You got that?” he pressed with demanding words but his tone was genuinely soft and concerned for you. He didn’t want you to dwell in unfair guilt or worry, and he needed you to know that. ”I was an asshole”, he continued, before taking in a weak breath and looking down at his fingers. ”But I would never, ever touch you in any way you don’t want to me. I’d never hurt you. I know I’m—I’m a scary guy, yeah? But you never have to be scared of me”, he went on, desperate for you to trust him again.
Quietly, you nodded in understanding, not sure what to say. You believed him, of course, yet words failed you and, in doing so, left Frank fearing the worst.
”Are you?” he whispered weakly. ”Scared of me?”
At that, you looked up at him with widening eyes, your hand automatically leaping to his in a way that made a weight roll off of his chest. At least you still didn’t mind touching him. ”No”, you promised with a shake of your head. ”I was just... startled. But I know. I know you wouldn’t, I do”, you sighed, and with the need to console you somehow, Frank tenderly swiped his finger across the back of your hand to caress the smooth skin there.
”Has that, uh... has that happened before?” he asked lowly, his eyes trained on where your fingertips rested across his, unsure if he’d be able to handle your answer. You could hear it in his voice — the strain, the unwillingness to know mixed in with the insistency on hearing all about it.
Swallowing, you nodded. ”Yeah”, you whispered, not elaborating further but it was enough for Frank to pinch his nose and breathe out with anger.
”Jesus”, he muttered, his heart pounding in his chest and his trigger finger itching — and yet, he gulped it all down and gave you a careful glance. ”I appreciate you tellin’ me. As much as you want to talk about it... I won’t leave your side or judge you, ever”, he vowed, and wiping a tear from your eye at his kind, protective nature, you smiled at him.
”I wish I had met you earlier”, you laughed dryly, not really amused but certainly grateful for this man by your side. ”I’m really lucky to have you now”, you added with your eyes watering up, and with his stomach lurching at your fragile voice, he inched over to you on the couch to press a kiss onto your temple.
”And as long as you want me, I’mma be right here”, he swore.
It seemed almost funny, now — it had been a complete misunderstanding, and certainly, whatever you had been arguing about had been completely forgotten about by now.
”Is there anythin’ else I should know? I don’t ever wanna make you… y’know. That was pretty hard to watch”, Frank swallowed, clearly remorseful, and it made you feel guilty, too.
”I, uh, I don’t really react well if someone raises their voice at me”, you explained quietly, and listening attentively, Frank nodded. ”Arguments happen, I get that. It’s not me trying to get out of it. I just… hope we can have an adult conversation instead of screaming at each other”, you continued, and Frank reacted with his hand coming over yours.
”Hey, shit, that’s more than fair. You got it, darlin’. I’ll, uh, I’ll try my best to make sure we don’t fight, period. But if it comes to that, if I’m outta line, you tell me, okay?” he insisted, and with a weak smile, you squeezed his hand.
”Thank you for being so understanding”, you whispered, and with a sad chuckle, Frank scooted closer to kiss your temple.
”You deserve nothin’ less, sweet darlin’.”
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Mirror, Mirror // DRW
Characters: Danny x Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, you know the rules. Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Mirror kink. Oral (male receiving, allusion to female receiving). Praise. Mentions of porn. I'm probably missing something so let me know.
Author's Note: A little Danny smut blurb fic thingy never hurt anyone.
Summary: Absolutely no plot.
The bedroom door flies open as Danny kicks it and steps into the room with you wrapped around his waist. He carries you over to the bed and lays you down before finally parting to catch his breath. “Aren’t you glad we left the party early?” He says as he moves his hands down your waist before gliding them up underneath your dress. “I can’t believe you wore this tonight. I practically had to fight every primal instinct to bend you over the couch in front of everyone.”
Looking up you notice a mirror on the ceiling. One the size of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you tap his hip and he lifts his head. “What the fuck is that?” You say pointing behind him. He turns his head, a smirk spreading across his face.
“It’s new..” He says.
“Do you like to watch yourself?” You say.
“It helps when I’m alone.” He says with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
You hum and smirk at him before flipping the two of you over. “Have you ever imagined giving me a blow job?” You say as you undo the buttons of his jeans.
“I have..” He says, craning his head downwards to watch you. He lifts his hips high enough for you to pull down his pants and boxers. You pull them off his legs and dump them on the floor. He’s already panting in anticipation of feeling your lips wrapped around his cock.
Nestling yourself between his legs, you wrap your hand around his cock and slowly begin to pump him. His head drops back on the pillows as his eyes fall closed. “Keep your eyes open,” You order as you still pump his cock. “You have the mirror. Use it.” You see his eyes move upwards, staring at the mirror. “Good view?”
“Mmhmm..”
You smile and lean over to wrap your mouth around his cock. He groans, his eyes flutter closed once more as his hands curl into your hair. He tugs gently as he thrusts his hips upwards and pushes himself deeper into your mouth and nudges the back of your throat.
Forcing his eyes open again, he looks back up at the mirror. He groans at the sight of you with his cock in your mouth. He’s all spread on the bed, his hands in your hair and your head bobbing up and down. All of his imaginations become real right before his very eyes.
He watches your hand as it leaves his cock and trails up to his hip and gives it a gentle squeeze. He feels your tongue lick around his cock making his eyes roll.
“Fuck baby.. Right there..” He pushes you deeper on him as he thrusts once again, shoving himself down your throat. “Mmmm.. So perfect, you take me so well.” But he abruptly pulls you off of him.
“What?” You say as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“I want to watch you ride me..” He says as he pulls you up by your arms and plops you down on his lap. “I want to watch in the mirror.”
He pushes your dress upwards and pulls your underwear to the side before slipping his cock inside of your entrance. Both of you moan in pleasure as he stretches you out and fills you. His hands grip your ass as he guides up on his cock.
He tilts his head back to look up in the mirror. “Yeah.. Just like that baby.. Look at you, so beautiful.” He reaches up and pulls on your hair, tilting your head backwards. “Look at the view baby..” He says. “So fucking sexy..”
“Oh fuck.. Danny..”
He thrusts himself deeper inside of you, still holding your head back. “Yeah, say my name again..”
“Danny..” You moan, clenching around his cock.
“Open your eyes,” He says as he tugs on your hair. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you come undone.” He says, continuing to pump himself inside of you. You moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.
“Danny..”
“Mmm, getting close baby..” He breathes, now clutching tightly to your back and digging his fingers into your skin.
Feeling you clench around him, he tilts his head back again to look up into the mirror as your orgasm finally takes over your body. He praises you through it until he reaches his own. String of curses flow from his mouth until he empties completely inside of you. The two of you fall back into the pillows, you still on his chest and him still inside of you.
“Fuck.. I knew that mirror would come in handy.” He says, looking back up at it and admiring your bodies that reflect back at him. Sweat gleans on your bodies and he can see his rosie cheeks. A smile spreads across his face and he hugs you closer. “We’re gonna be doing this often. It’s like free porn..” He says earning a slap to his chest making him laugh.
“Daniel Robert!” You say with a hint of a laugh in your tone.
He laughs and rolls the two of you over so that he’s on top now. “Now it’s your turn to watch me..” He says as he slowly slides out of you and moves down the bed.
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Don't Stop
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie doesn't hear you use your safe word.
Word Count: 821
Content Warnings: p in v sex, overstimulation, general smut, accidental ignoring of safe word, aftercare
Author’s Note: This was supposed to come out for Valentine's Day, but my day was ruined, so you can all have it today! Feedback appreciated 💗
He's rough - wild - as his hips pound against you, into you, his hands trailing bruises over your hips with how strong his grip is. The bed groans beneath you, the aged thing threatening to break, a symphony of creaks all but gone to the sound of his moaning.
His head is thrown back, hair blown out behind him, and he's panting open-mouthed as he desperately clings to the frayed edges of his control, the feeling of you fluttering around him quickly becoming his undoing.
"Fuck, baby…." Eddie's voice is hoarse, lips parted as he gasps for air - for release, but refusing to reach his crest before you. "[Y/N]... Christ-"
Beneath him, drowning in the faded depths of his blankets, your body writhed - whether or not in blinding pleasure, you couldn't tell anymore. With your eyes clenched shut, you gnawed at your lip to the point of bleeding, yet the sharp tang of metal was lost on you. All around you, overwhelming you, everything suddenly became too much.
The soft covers felt like sandpaper against your sensitive skin.
The warmth of Eddie's hands felt like coals, charring, scalding you.
Once, twice, you'd tried to move, to reposition yourself, chasing the pleasure you'd had at the start of it all. But, it was a futile effort, and all you were left with was discomfort, aching, pain.
It was too much.
"M-Maiden…" You mumble, somehow remembering your safe word through the haze of your thoughts. Your voice evaded you, your tongue feeling like cotton as it stuck to the roof of your mouth.
He didn't hear you.
"Maiden, Eds…!" You tried again, your chest beginning to heave in your desperation to stop. Still, he continued with his tortuous pace, the deafening music spilling from his speakers drowning out your words. Tears run rivers down your face, dripping into your hair, soaking into the pillow beneath you.
Your vision starts to darken, your stomach rolls, and with a sob, you shriek,
"Maiden!"
Eddie's eyes snap open, his body stilling the instant he'd heard the urgency in your voice. He pulls away, out of you, watching with tears of his own as you roll onto your side, arms wrapped protectively around yourself as you weep into the pillow, body trembling from the lingering overstimulation.
"Sweetheart?" His voice is small, breaking as he shifts toward you, his heart shattering as you curl away from him, your head pressed to your chest. "Baby, talk to me, please…"
"H-Hurts, Eds…" Your words gut him; he swallows against the lump in his throat - the last thing he'd ever want to do was hurt you.
He leaves the room, returning quickly with an armful of supplies - a warm cloth, two Tylenols, a bottle of water, arnica gel for the bruises dotting your skin. You flinch as he brushes your thighs, but you slowly relax at the feeling of his hands moving over you.
His lips trace over your thighs, your stomach; you feel more so than hear his apologies, painting them over your body in streaks of golden warmth. You hiss at the cloth running over your core, but Eddie soothes you with yet another kiss to the underside of your jaw, gentle and lingering. You melt into the bed as he continues his worship of you, the pain once so glaringly apparent now but a fading memory…
Eddie eventually pulls away from you, his fingers pulling and twisting as he stares at you, unsure of what to do next - of what you'd want him to do. To his relief, you hold a hand out to him; he's quick to slide into bed beside you, throwing a blanket over both of you, his arms gentle as he pulls you to him.
"I'm so sorry, princess…" he mumbles into your neck, voice quaking as though he were on the verge of tears. He kisses your forehead, his eyes falling shut once more. "I'm so, so sorry…"
"Eds, I-"
"[Y/N], I swear to God, if you try to apologize-" The quiet warning in his voice made you pause. "The safe word is there for a reason." He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "I'm proud of you for using it."
You can't help the tired smile you give him. "Yeah?" His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and he presses a kiss to your lips.
"Yeah, I am." He presses into you, ever so slightly, relief blooming in his chest as he feels you melt in his arms. "Anything else I can do to make you feel better, sweetheart?"
You nod, and nuzzle your face into the spattering of hair on his chest. "Mhmm." Your voice is muffled, yet he hears it all the same. "Stay with me."
"Always." His words come out as a sigh, and he sinks into the bed, taking you with him, the two of you slipping away into a loving, blissful slumber.
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Bro, a request. Listen, I fucking love angst and drama that ends with shocking!!revelation and then happy ending so, listen up! I'll give you three choices (Hanzo, Genji or Cassidy), you pick whoever you want to write the most at the time/fits the request the most! Character breaks up with reader because they don't want to endanger them, but a year or so later they bump into reader and oh my god!! She has a little baby. And it's clearly theirs, exact copy of them. Cute, fluff, but also the angst that they left, guilt, who knows? Have fun with it! You can change it as much as you want!
Decided to do something a little different with this one. I couldn't pick between the three of them, so I wrote a small piece for each ♥
HANZO
He planned it, and it hurt. He wanted it to be easier for you but the guilt was proving a little too much. All he wanted to do was hide away, to avoid the entire situation, but leaving without saying anything would only cause more issues and pain to arise. So, he planned the entire break up, noting every tiny detail, your possible reactions, everything he could think of.
However, when the day came, he practically fumbled with his words, something he rarely ever does. It pained him deeply but he had no other choice. He didn’t want to see you hurt physically, but his job now had put a target on his back. He feared your death, it kept him awake at night as he watched over you, wanting to make sure you were safe and out of harms way.
When he sat you down, voice low and almost shaky, he just came out with it, ripping the bandaid off, so to speak. He noticed your face drop, features saddening as he kept speaking, listing off the reasons as to why breaking up would be the better option for the pair of you. Hanzo knew that you loved him dearly, he always did seeing as though you were dedicating your time to making this work, and now he was breaking it to keep you safe. His hand embraced yours, fingers locking as he squeezed gently, wanting to reassure you that you were going to be safe, a lot safer without him.
He kissed your forehead, muttering his finally goodbye before he left, the words feeling a knife into your heart, but you knew he was right. He had to leave, he wanted to protect you. If he was true to his word, he would come back. You trusted him, never doubting his words or actions. He will come back…
Almost a year had passed since he had left, and while the target was still plastered on his back, he had outrun his enemies, eventually finding his place back in the hometown he resided with you in the previous year. It wasn’t planned by any means, maybe something had pulled him back, he wasn’t too sure, but returning home brought back a pang of guilt.
Your teary eyes and puffy face was the last thing he saw before he left as he wandered the streets, a keen eye on watch just in case. While he may have outrun those chasing him, he could never be too sure.
When a quick scan of his surroundings came back clear, his shoulders relaxed a little as he made his way over to a cafe he frequently visited with you, and to his surprise, you were seated in there at the table the pair of you sat at almost every visit. Hanzo’s heart pounded, stopping in his tracks as he looked over you, noticing a small baby seated next to you.
He knew he couldn’t stay long, only wanting a quick break before going back on the move again, but he wanted to stop and say hello first, and that’s what he did when he was handed his order.
His steps were shaky as he approached, feeling as though he was falling for you once again as he stopped just short of the table, a welcoming smile on his face as you looked up at him, eyes widening at the sudden appearance.
“Hanzo…?” Your voice was quiet, tears pricking your eyes as you watched him sit in front of you.
“[y/n]...” His head cocked to the side slightly as he looked over at the baby, noticing the look was quite similar to his. Dark eyes and black hair was the first giveaway, but they looked softer, how he did whenever he looked back on his family photos. His eyes stayed glued onto the small girl before she looks over at the larger man, gently giggling and reaching over towards him. Hanzo sighed happily before looking back over to you, hand reaching for yours.
“I am sorry…” He muttered, gently stroking the top of your hand, the guilt only rising within him. He knew now that he had another choice. Keep running, or be a father.
GENJI
The Shimada brother wasn’t exactly the best at break ups, usually leaving his partner and moving onto the next one without saying anything. You, however, were different. You had been with him for awhile now and he watched himself mature, no longer playing around with other people as he settled down with you.
However, as the years went by, threats started emerging, and while he shook the majority of them off, he couldn’t quite let the threats to you go. He wanted to keep you safe and if leaving you was the way to save you, then he was going to do just that.
The guilt was only rising the more he wrote. He couldn’t do it face to face because he knew that the moment you started crying, he’d never want to leave you, so instead, he went old school, writing a letter and leaving it on the bedside table for you for when you woke up.
He hated it, he hated leaving you, but he had no other choice. He kissed your cheek before you left, standing to watch you sleep peacefully for a moment before he took off, heart breaking as he left you behind. If this was the only way to keep you safe, then he was sure he made the right choice.
After a year or so had passed, the threats surrounding Genji and you had died down and the ninja believed it was all over, so he made the trip back, heart racing as he boarded the plane. For once, the Shimada brother was excited to see a friendly face, one whom he loved dearly.
As he stepped foot of the plane a few hours later, he practically rushed back to the apartment, begging the taxi driver to floor it as if it were an emergency. Only when he was mid way there did he realise he was bringing nothing but a bag, so he made a quick pit stop to grab a bouquet of flowers, yellow and red tulips bunched together as the drive continued.
Genji felt his heart flutter the closer he got, the excitement overpowering the guilt he felt for leaving you so suddenly, and when the ride came to a halt, he overpaid and ran out of the car, not wanting to waste anymore time. He caught a quick glance of himself in the passing window as he slowed down, fixing his shirt and hair, giving it a slight ruffle before he calmed down and walked to the door.
His heart was practically beating out of his chest as he knocked, standing there waiting, flowers close to his chest. When the door clicked and opened, he was greeted by you, eyes wide as you looked over him while a single tear fell down your face as you hugged him tightly, not caring about the flowers.
He was taken aback, but managed to pull his arms free and hug you back, a feeling of relief rushing through him as he knew you were safe. When a small noise caught his attention, he let go, looking down at the small child who was trying to escape between your legs.
You pick them up, cradling them in your arms as you look up at Genji, smiling softly.
“He’s yours, you know…”
Genji was practically in shock, heart nearly stopping at the sound of the baby being his. He looks at the child, cocking his head slightly as he holds out a finger, a smile embracing his face when the child holds onto him.
“Looks just you…” You say. Genji nods in approval, slowly seeing his own features within his son. With another smile, you invite him inside, wanting to catch up with your run away partner, hoping he is willing to stay this time.
CASSIDY
“Listen, doll, we need to talk…” His voice was low as he spoke, hand gently holding yours as he pulled you over towards the sofa.
“Cass… What is going on?” A panic started to rise within you. Everything was going so well with the man, hell, it was next to perfect. Every bad and hurtful scenario crossed your mind as you sat next to him, fingers loosely holding his, eyes scanning for something to ease what was about to happen.
The cowboy hesitated, eyes looking everywhere but at you, his shoulders were heavy as he took in a shaky breath. “I think it would be better if we separated…”
“What…? Cass what’re you saying?” A disbelief coursed through you, hand clasping around his tightly but he didn’t return the gesture.
“I can’t keep you worried like this. With work takin’ me out of your… our lives… What if I never come back? Baby, listen,” he paused, sucking in another breath. “I don’t want this to end, I promise you that, but… I can’t shake that feelin’ of leavin’ you behind…”
He locked eyes with you for a brief moment and that’s when you knew where this was heading.
“No… Cass…” Holding back tears with your breathing catching in your throat, you pull back your hand. “Please…”
He looks away, knowing it was hurting you greatly. “I’m sorry, honey… I do love you, I just- I can’t keep you in this unknown cycle of stress. Believe me, I don’t wanna do this…”
All you could do was nod, not knowing what else to say as the tears fall down your cheeks while you choke back a sob.
It pained him, maybe more than it pained you. He knew how much he meant to you, everything was next to perfect in your relationship and he just had to go and ruin that. Nothing could’ve prepared him more, but he was glad there wasn’t much of a scene. He knew you understood, but it still hurt him. He had the choice, and perhaps he chose the wrong one…
Both hearts broke that day, even more so the following week when he separated, focusing more on work, without much worry of leaving someone behind. Cassidy felt he moved on too quickly, but with work constantly making him move around, he didn’t think much of it as time went by, eventually forgetting the most important thing to him.
As the months went by, gradually turning into a year, both parties were going about their lives, neither one expecting to see each other again, so it came as a sudden shock to Cassidy when he spotted you walking down the street, a baby in your arms while he was mid mission.
While he couldn’t break his role, he watched from afar. At first he did wonder if it was actually you, but the way you walked was the first sign. Only when you turned your head, looking back at some noise behind you, did he feel like he fell in love all over again. His heart hurt as he stared at you from across the street, wanting nothing more than to run over to you and to embrace you, to apologise for leaving you back then.
Just like back then, nothing could’ve prepared him for when you got closer, crossing the street and pointing at different items in windows as your kid looked around, a bright smile on his face. His laughs were audible from where Cassidy was standing and he felt his heart melt. When you got even closer, the cowboy was almost in awe until he realised something. The kid with sun kissed freckles on his cheeks, hazel eyes and light brown locks, looked just like Cassidy did when he was younger. Then it hit him fully.
That child was his.
He didn’t say anything as you passed, but the three of you gave a gentle smile, Cassidy tipping his head slightly while the child looked back over your shoulder towards him, a hand reaching out for him as if he knew who he was.
While he knew he was no longer in your life, Cassidy felt some form of relief that the child you carried was his, a little reminder, soon to grow into a big one, that he was always there with you. Part of him knew what his next move was to be. After this mission, he was going to try and get you back, to be there to support you and the little one, no matter what it will cost him.
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How about....reader is kuai liang's lover and he introduces them to his brother, Bi han, and they secretly fall in love with him?
So, I wrote something kind of similar to this a long time ago so I decided to rework it a bit and expand in it. Hopefully this is similar enough to what you had in mind, I hope you don’t mind that nothing happens though, I just couldn’t write Bi-Han cheating with his brother’s s/o. It made me too uncomfortable.
Side note: I need to make some fancy little dividers and kharacter headers, I just need to pick out some pictures I guess.
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You sigh from boredom, walking idly around the Lin Kuei Temple’s complex, waiting impatiently for Kuai Liang. You knew from the start dating the second in command of the Lin Kuei wouldn’t be a normal relationship, but it was lonelier than you anticipated. Even when you’re with Kuai Liang most of the time it feels like he’s always exhausted or acting cold and distant, leaving you sexually frustrated and craving attention and affection. You’re so lost in thought you don’t notice the sudden chill in the air, or the tall cryomancer turning the corner.
“Oh? All alone again huh?” Bi-Han’s deep voice startles you out of your contemplations as he makes his way over to you.
“G-Grandmaster Bi-Han!” you yelp in surprise, looking up at your boyfriend’s older brother. Even though they weren’t twins Bi-Han’s height and messy hair were about the only way to tell the two of them apart.
“Does Kuai ever spend time with you?” he teases, smirking at you playfully as he makes his way over to you.
You jump as his cold fingers brush against your cheek, “Honestly, even when we are together it never seems like he wants to be with me, you know?” You can’t help but continue your confession, “all he ever does is spend time with his students or Tomas, I-I can’t even remember the last time we were intimate.” You grimace as you belatedly realize you probably shouldn’t be dumping your relationship grievances on Bi-Han, not only was he too close to the situation, but the older cryomancer had quite the playboy reputation and not much of a respect for boundaries.
Bi-Han bends down, hovering so close to your face, that you can feel goosebumps breaking out across your cheeks, “If you were mine, you wouldn’t have this problem.” His cold fingers trail down your cheeks as he continues, voice lower and rougher, “I would fuck you all the time, I still can if you want me to. Baby brother doesn’t have to know.”
You shiver in his grasp, “I-I really shouldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to Kuai.” Bi-Han’s words shoot straight to your core, you feel guilty as you feel a pang of arousal that makes your stomach flip and flop.
“He’s not being fair to you, not taking care of your needs, why does it matter if you’re fair to him?” The older cryomancer reasons, his lips nearly touching yours as he continues trying to seduce you.
“Well, I,” you falter, it had been ages since Kuai Liang had even shown you any physical affection, he was always so proper and buttoned up in front of the students making it harder and harder to resist the physical contact Bi-Han provided so willingly. That’s when it hit you, you weren’t in love with Kuai Liang anymore, you were in love with Bi-Han, it made your heart ache. You didn’t want to hurt the pyromancer but you couldn’t deny your feelings for the cryomancer either. You hadn’t spent much time around the cryomancer but the time you had he had always made you smile and laugh far more than your actual lover had, but there was one way to be sure. You lean forward and press your lips to his cold ones and it feels electrifying, heat immediately coils in your stomach in spite of the cold rolling off his body.
Bi-Han seems taken aback at first and almost pulls away but at that moment you let out a soft moan and he buckles and gives in. He deepens the kiss as his cold tongue glides across your lower lip and he pries your lips open to gain entrance into your warm, wet mouth.
It feels perfect, it feels right, it feels like everything you’ve been missing from your relationship with his brother. You part your lips and let his tongue inside and you moan louder, needier against the cold appendage. Bi-Han runs it along your lower teeth before tonguing the roof of your mouth then tangling his with yours. You paw at his body desperately trying to grab onto something before settling with wrapping your arms around his neck. “Bi-Han, please,” you break the kiss to whimper.
He breathes deeply, trying to regain his composure, “are you sure? What about my brother?”
“I’m not in love with him, I haven’t been for a while, you’re the one I want, please,” you beg him.
Bi-Han holds you at arm’s length as he speaks seriously, “some teasing and a kiss are one thing, but I can’t and won’t fuck you until you break things off with my brother, I’m a lot of things but someone who betrays their family isn’t one of them.”
“I-I understand, I’ll end things with Kuai Liang when I see him next,” you’re disappointed but part of you is grateful Bi-Han stopped things. You didn’t want Bi-Han as a horny, desperate fling, you wanted him, all of him, and you would do what you had to in order to get it.
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❀STAN’S GIRLS❀
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Summary: pregnancy comes with many ups and downs, but Stan is happy to help with anything.
Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, boobs, pregnancy
Author’s Note: I actually loved this one so much, the concept seemed cute and it was so fun to write. I decided to make it a series of domestic fluff with Stan, so send in requests!
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YOU GROAN loudly, holding onto your chest as your bra fell to the ground. Stan was watching tv on your bed, not noticing the slight winces you let out as you got ready for bed. Now being in your 7th month of your pregnancy, it was apparent you had gone through many changes. One in particular being the size of your breasts. And while this wouldn’t normally be too much of a problem, you were so close to the end that your body began adapting. There was no baby yet to relieve the fullness, which left for father sore painful boobs.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft wince as you pulled one of Stan’s shirts over your head, your shirts no longer fitting over your swelled stomach. This time, Stan noticed. He paused the tv, and looked over at you with concern.
“What’s the mater love?” He asked softly, concern filling his face. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Stan had been extremely protective. A hand always at your side helping you up, or bringing you things you needed. He always wanted to be there to help, and was extremely extra protective if you were being honest. You turned to him with a huff of annoyance, holding your boobs in each hand.
“I know you love ‘em, but they hurt an awful lot.” You said, and he shook his head in response.
“No, not my girls.” He said with denial, holding his chest with fake hurt causing you to roll your eyes. You went to sit on the foot of the bed, rubbing your bump to soothe yourself of some pain.
“Good lord.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as Stan sat up closer to you.
“My girls can do no wrong, isn’t that right.”
He went to reach out, grabbing one of your boobs and holding it before you winced in pain, pulling away. He looked at you with a sad expression.
“Ow.” You wince, feelings tears brim in your eyes, damned hormones. He pouts at you, holding his arms open for you to come snuggle into his chest.
“Aww, come here sweetheart.”
He pulls you into his chest, kissing your head as you whimper lightly in pain. He let out a loud sigh, your head laying on his chest, listen to the calming rhythm of his heart beat. He went to move his hands onto your chest, causing you to look up at him.
“This might hurt a bit but you have to trust me okay? You trust me?” He asked, causing you to nod.
“Okay.”
He began moving his hands gently, rubbing his thumbs over your breasts in a soothing motion. He kept going when he heard the content hums you let out. He continued to message your chest, relieving a great deal of the stress they held.
“How does it feel?” He asked, leaving a soft kiss on your head and you mumbled your response.
“So fucking good.”
He chuckled lightly, kissing the top of your head again, smiling at you as he noticed you closing your eyes.
“Good.” He said happily, moving one hand to trace careful pattern on your bump. He was completely and entirely enamored by you. How you could carry his baby and look so beautiful, how you could go through so much just for your kid. He couldn’t even begin to express in words how much love he held for you.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your hair, thinking you were now fully asleep before you turned to look at him, humming in response.
“Hmm? What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, causing Stan to sigh, wrapping a hand on your bump.
“This, for your pain. There’s been a lot of it recently, I just, I wish I could take it for you you don’t deserve it.” He explained, and you just smiled back at his adorableness. Yes, it was difficult, and yes, there was pain, but it was worth it. You would go to hell and back for your boy, and somewhere deep inside, Stan knew that.
“It’s okay Stan. It’ll all be worth it.”
“I love you so much, my strong girl.” He said softly, and you smiled, snuggling back into his side.
“I love you too Stan.”
He continued his message, alternating between your breasts and leaving soft patterns on you stomach. Eventually you had fallen asleep again his chest, which made him happy, seeing as you haven’t had many peaceful sleeps as of late. He couldn’t help but admire you. He took a deep breath, seeming to gain your peacefulness before carefully moving to be face to face with your stomach.
“Hey little buddy, how’s it hanging.” He said softly, kissing the fabric of your shirt, chuckling slightly as the baby pressed a kick to his hand.
“Unfortunately I’m gonna have to ask you to hold you excitement for a bit. I know you can’t wait to get out, but you’ve gotta be patient sweet pea. Your mommy’s already got a lot on her shoulders carrying you, I don’t wanna make it worse for her. Be good for your mom okay? Daddy’ll see you soon enough sweet pea.” He said, placing another kiss before moving back to cradle you in his arms. Stan knew, in this moment, that he truly was home.
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𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝘆 | 𝖫𝖬H
wc: 0.9k
warnings: sofdom!minho, sub!fem!reader, subspace, overstimulation, slight oral fixation, aftercare ♡
note: this is the first time i write subspace i hope this isn't weird or anything, i apologize for any inaccuracies. @gimmeurtmi this is for u bb <3
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"so good, baby, you're such a good kitten" minho praises, hips slamming down against yours at a relentless pace. you don't answer, too fucked out to form a thought, let alone verbalize it. mere mewls leave your parted lips instead, lust blown eyes zoning out of focus as you allow yourself to get intoxicated in the feeling of minho's cock pushing in and out of you, over and over again.
"hm pretty? aren't you so sweet? letting me use like this?" minho inserts two digits in your mouth and you suck on them immediately, your whines now muffled, trickles of saliva soon leaking from the corner of your lips when your mouth is not able to apply enough pressure to suck anymore, hanging a bit open.
"hmm," he coos again, "pretty kitten's too dumb on my cock? got you drooling for me?"
you're nonverbal, after trying to respond back to him in the first rounds, now you just lay back with no ability to answer, drinking in his words, filthy and sweet at the same time, like the finest wine you'd ever tasted.
minho soon makes you cum again, the only response he pulls from you is purely a reflex action, body jolting up and walls clenching around him. your whines are a little louder, but nothing compared to when you were fully conscious. the impact makes him shoot his load deep inside you, his own high taking over as well. when he tries to get up and pull out though, you hold him close in a haste. like you don't want him to ever go away, ever stop.
he looks at you, "more?" you just nod, convinced that he can read your mind.
"baby that's enough for today. you did so well." he says, a soft expression adorns his features.
"please sir? please i've been good, please fuck me" your eyes subconsciously start filling up with tears again as you beg. not yet, you think. i want to feel you again and again, i want you to control all of me.
he can feel your walls still spasming uncontrollably around him. you're overstimulated, and probably very sore. but in this headspace, you can't feel anything. nothing but the pleasure minho's cock had been giving you for the past few hours. your mind is foggy, your body feels weightless, like you're floating.
"been so good kitten." he reassures, "you took me so well, but i know you can't take it anymore."
"i can!" you huff desperately, wanting to show him that you're completely under his control, ready to take whatever he gives you. "i can take it. please?"
"listen to sir. do you want to make sir happy?" minho has to be a little firm with you when you're in this state, his tone is still gentle, but authoritative. he knows that when you're like this, you have no regards of your own safety.
you nod frantically at his question and he hums in acknowledgment, "sir knows what's best for you, kitten. don't want you to be hurt." he whispers, soft hands cupping your burning cheeks before landing a kiss on your forehead.
a kiss followed by a dozen others all over your face and neck. one hand gently carding through your hair, giving you occasional head scratches. and the other beginning to massage the feeling back to your body, going down your arm then ghosting over your waist and hips, the tingly feeling of his fingers on your skin helping you ground yourself back from that headspace. he mumbles sweet nothings between kisses, about how well you did, how pretty you are, how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you.
"let's get you cleaned up now yeah?" he doesn't want to leave your side to go run the bath, so to be more efficient, minho scoops you up with him to the bathroom and settles you in the tub as it fills up. your head lulls back instinctively to rest on the bath pillow, eyelids fluttering shut. he places a kiss on the top of your head before muttering a sweet "i'll be back in a second."
it doesn't take long for him to come back. you can't tell though, the concept of time still not settling quite well in your head. he kneels beside you, placing a plate of something on the bathtub tray before nudging a straw on your lips. you absentmindedly suck on it— it's juice, hydrating and sweet. but you let go of the straw after a few seconds, pulling your sore arms up to him, "with me," you purr, wanting him to join you in the tub. he obliges, placing the cup securely on the tray before dipping in. you shift forward for him to slip behind you, engulfing you in his embrace.
"open?" he whispers against your ear, pushing a piece of fruit into your mouth. he's glad he took the time to cut up a bowl this morning so it was easy to fetch.
you sleepily chew on the bite-sized cubes he feeds you, the warm water revitalizing the sensory receptors on your skin. the more you relax into minho's chest, the more you start feeling how sore your body actually is. core, hips, legs, back— everything. a wince leave your lips as your head falls back against his shoulder, signaling you're done with eating and ready to drift to sleep. there's still a few things to do though; scrub, wash you hair, towel yourself dry, change, apply moisturizer on your worn out skin. but minho's more than happy to do that for you.
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A quiet life
Paring: Billy Washington x reader
Synopsis: a quiet evening between you and Billy.
Warnings: kissing, fellatio performed on a dildo, a bit of face fucking, ass play, strap -on usage, a dash of overstimulation, Billy’s insecurities.
A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.
When you return home, Billy is already back; he’s wearing his trademark jogging bottoms and ancient T-shirt. He hears you open and close the door, turns around and heads your way to give you the hug you’ve been waiting for the whole day.
“How are you, love?” He gently asks, his lips on the crown of your hair.
You breath his masculine scent in before answering.
“Beaten. Thank God is Friday baby.”
Your arms sneak around his chest and hold him as tight as possible as he slowly starts walking backwards, away from the drafty door, towards the kitchen and living room area, where the TV is blaring.
“How was your shift?” You mutter against his chest.
“Hmm. Not the worst.” He sounds drained. “I only had one Karen today.”
“I’m so proud of you baby.”
When you had met Billy, he was just the cute guy working at the Tesco nearby your office, you didn’t know about his past. It had taken him time to open up, and tell you about what had happened to him, his eyes not meeting yours, his head sunken in his shoulders, trying to make himself as small as possible, and you had realized why he looked familiar.
It still hurts your heart to imagine in what dark place he had been, how hard it had been for him to build back his life, brick after brick and you never let pass the chance to uplift him, because he deserves it.
“I’m just so tired all the times.” He admits, blue eyes not meeting yours.
“Baby.” Your hands frame his angular face, making sure he’s looking into your eyes. “You’ve gone back to school, while working full time. Of course you’re drained!”
He stares at you from under his long eye lashes, soft, a puppy in human form.
“And,” You add. “You work your arse off at home as well.”
This is something you praise him the most, since he told you how his house used to be in those dark times. Now, even when he feels blue, he still tries to pull his weight at home, which tells you all you need to know about how hard he’s trying to do better for himself.
“I just wish I could give you more. I wish I could support you and your art, so that you don’t have to go to that corporate job that drains you.”
You can hear the defeat in his voice, and that’s not going to fly.
“You know I would never accept that?” You say gently, not wanting to offend him. “Not because it’s you, but because it’s not how I was raised, right?”
“Not even if I could buy all of your paintings? Would you ban me from doing so?” He answers, a tentative smile on his beautiful lips.
“Well, that could be negotiable.” You angle yourself to kiss his nose. “I love our life. It’s quiet and all I ever wanted.”
You wish you could pour all your feelings into his heart, let him experience first hand how you feel about your relationship, to wash away his insecurities. Make sure he knows that you still believe that slipping him a note with your number, was the best idea you’d ever had in your entire life.
“I still mean it. When I told you that all I wanted was a normal life, have some mates to go to the pub with, a job, someone by my side, that didn’t change. I just wish I could do more.”
Oh your Billy, ever the people pleaser, always insecure, the need to prove himself still haunting him. Always looking at himself with a critical eye, never seeing the good that he has done and he’s still trying to achieve. Still believing himself a failure, even after all the hard work he has done on himself.
“But you do, every day when you hit the books after hours at work, when you clean up after yourself, instead of leaving the bulk of the housework to me. You are choosing every day to do more, to go to your psychologist and face all that’s happened to you. You don’t see the results now that you are planting all these good seeds, but you will.”
When you’ve first met him, he would have shied away from your words, as if he was unworthy of your praise, now he blushes and tries to stop himself from making himself smaller than what he is. If things go your way, one day he’ll accept your words with pride in his blue eyes, you just need to be patient: he can’t just unlearn a lifetime of insecurities and inadequacy in a snap of fingers.
“Do you want to go to the pub? I can shower quickly and change in something more casual.” You ask, you both need to chill and the weather is nice, why not take advantage of it?
“Can we stay home?” He answers, a blush creeping all over his face.
Oh, you think, I see.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” Your voice lowers without you even realizing it, he blushes even harder, the splotches of red visible under the neck of his T-shirt.
“Yes, please?”
You heart swells with pride: it took him so long to be open about his sexual needs, to state what he wants, instead of blindly accepting to follow your lead. You wish there was a way for you to fully express your happiness; the only thing you can do is kiss him, your hand on the back of his neck, your lips passionate and hungry on his, until he whimpers and his knees wobble.
“What do you say baby: I go shower while you choose which toy I should use. You can join me, if you want, once you’re done.”
Billy’s body visibly sways, to the point you fear he might lose his balance and fall on you, but he manages to get a hold of himself, brows furrowed in concentration.
“Yes, thank you.” His voice is slurred and you can see the hunger in his eyes, his pupils enlarged, the black bottomless.
“Good boy.” Your hand reaches his stubby cheek to caress his warm skin. “Do you think you can walk?”
“Yes.” He slurs as he nuzzles your palm with his cheek, like a cat.
You’ve thrown your clothes in the hamper and are enjoying the warm water of the shower on your body, feeling all your muscles relax after a week of grueling work, the radio barely audible over the shower running.
You don’t hear Billy opening and closing the door, you see his distorted shape through the glass of the shower, him discarding his clothes before joining you under the stream.
Billy is silent as he puts his hands on your shoulders, massaging the stiff muscles with deep, slow movements that make you moan, your pussy already warm for him, wetness pooling the longer he kneads the knots tightening your back.
“Do you want me now?” You ask, your back arching sultrily, ass pushing against his half-hard cock.
“Always. I want to take care of you now.” He responds, heat in his voice.
The desire in his words makes your head spin and your hole clenches around nothing, goosebumps blossoming on your skin when Billy starts washing your hair, his fingers strong against your scalp. With the utmost care he rinses the shampoo and uses the conditioner to untangle the knots in your hair, his hands move the loofah like a feather on your body, he teases your nipples and engorged clit, until you turn around and kiss him, devouring his lips, your tongue proprietary in his mouth, his hard cock trapped between your bodies, the drops of water dripping from your bodies tease his bulbous head.
“Please.” His eyes burn with his need for you, enhanced by the devilish way you move against him. “Please, I need you.” He adds with a whimper.
“Have you chosen how I should take care of you?”
“Yes, please.”
Billy sways again, he has to push his hands against the shower walls, eyes closed to center himself again: you two truly don’t need to run to the A&E.
“Billy?”
He doesn’t respond, he simply takes your hand in his and leads you out of the shower, your fluffy towel on the heater, ready for his use.
“Let me?”
He’s already wrapped you in the warm towel and helps you sit on the small stool near the wash basin, before kneeling to start dry you with long strokes on your skin, his lips following the movements of his hands, until your fingers find his wet hair and move his head to look into his big eyes.
“Thank you baby. Now, show me.”
The need in your voice makes him shudder with his own desire, pride pooling in his belly with the knowledge that the hunger darkening your voice is caused by himself: he’s made so many mistakes in his life, but choosing to fight for himself by your side is not one of them.
He still blushes, though, when you two enter the bedroom and you see the items he’s organized on the bed; your fingers brush against the lacy, black set, the one he gifted you for the first Christmas you two spent together and the harness you bought when you two decided to move in this flat. The dildo he’s chosen lies next to the lube, on a stack of pillows in the middle of the bed: he’s set the scene, you only have to follow his lead.
You turn around and open your arms, Billy has to bend his long back to make himself small enough to fit his head under your chin and squeeze you in a tight embrace that becomes teasing when his fingers find the towel and remove it from your body.
With wet, open – mouthed kisses, Billy follows an imaginary path down your torso, until he’s on his knees, your cunt in front of his face, panties in his hands, ready to help you wear them; your hands tremble when you find purchase on his wide shoulders to balance yourself as he dresses you in the pretty lace first, the harness second.
You sit, legs spread so that he can help you with the bra and hooking the dildo on the harness, the sex toy in front of his pretty lips, his tongue wetting his mouth, his cheeks ablaze.
Your hand finds home in his hair again, ruffling the short strands, his head following the movement with soft whimpers.
“Please?” He wails.
“It’s all yours baby.”
His fingers curl securely around the fake cock, his tongue already out, licking a stripe on the underside, spit on his lips when he reaches the head, ready to envelope it with a lewd moan; you couldn’t believe he had never sucked cock, you guessed all the porn he had watched during the years helped with the task, now he’s a pro, his lips the perfect ‘O’ shape around the dildo, his cheeks sucked in to offer more friction. He moans when the fake head reaches the back of his throat, lips moving up and down the shaft, following the gentle canting of your hips, lewd, wet sounds spilling from his mouth when you grab his head firmly, trying to breach his throat.
“Swallow it baby, I know you can do it.” You drawl.
His tearful eyes meet yours, the blue as clear as crystal, a whining sound almost choked by the dildo, when he manages to take it all in.
His hands grab your hips, pushing his face against you as much as he can while you fuck his willing throat, fingers in his hair to keep him there just a tad longer, when he starts trashing around, eyes desperate staring at you, until you let him go.
“Such a good boy:” You praise him and he preens. “This is the biggest you managed to swallow so far.”
He uncoils his long back, red, abused lips searching yours for a searing kiss that makes your head spin.
You fall back and he follows, arms bracketing your head, his tongue playful against yours, his cock slides against the dildo with haste, his moans reverberate in his chest: he needs you badly, until he’s sated.
He whines when your lips disconnect, torn between grinding against you and position himself on the bed, for your taking.
His cock hangs between his legs, heavy and red as he crawls towards the pile of pillows on the mattress, where he lies, hands running up and down his thighs as he watches you grab the lube and crawl towards him.
He’s beautiful in his need, the blue of his eyes eclipsed by the enlarged pupil, his whole body trembling under your gaze, back arched when you let the lube run down from his cock to his hole, he whimpers his pleasure and your cunt clenches around nothing.
He fucks himself on your fingers, desperate to be breached, he curses and moans when you start hitting his prostate, scissoring him until he gapes and begs, promises he’ll do whatever you want, as long as you fuck him.
“I will remember that, baby.” You growl.
You have to grab his hip with a hand, he’s squirming and trembling too much for you to breach him, his ass sucks the head in when you manage, his hands grabbing his short hair as you stop him from bucking up to you, to force you to enter him faster.
He babbles your name, and pleases, voice high pitched, his feet scrambling on the bed with each inch entering him, his upper body a trashing mess with every pull back and push in movement you make, until you’re fully inside of him and he moans, his big hands grabbing at your body, your skin his only tether.
“Good boy Billy. You’re such a good boy.” You say, grinding lazily against him. “Taking me so well. You were hungry, weren’t you?”.
He wants to answer, but the only sounds from his mouth are inarticulate moans and groans, spurred by your slow movements.
You help him curl his long legs around your hips, your hands go to his trim waist, thumbs caressing his hipbones to calm him.
“What’s your color, Billy?” It takes all your self control not to start fucking him like the hungry, desperate man that he is.
“Gr… green.” He groans, heart beating so fast in his chest he’s afraid it might burst.
“Good boy.”
You grab his hips with a tighter hold and moving with deep, slow thrust that have him whimper, high pitched with every pass, his ass trying to suck the dildo in as you start moving faster, one leg over your shoulder as you push mercilessly against his prostate, his hands grabbing at your arms, torso lifted to desperately reach your lips. When you change the angle to kiss him, he screams, the dildo reaching deeper than ever, splitting him in two, his body arching under yours when you grab his cock and start jacking him with fast movements.
He looks ravished, his cheeks aflame and pink lips open in a silent scream, his whole body trembling under yours when he comes, copious spurts over your fingers and his contracting belly. You fuck him through it, the overstimulation has him groan and whimper as tears stream down his cheeks, hands grabbing uselessly at the bed sheets.
“Don’t.” He begs when you try to shuffle backwards.
“You might get cramps.” You try to reason with him, but he’s stubborn.
“Just for a moment, please.”
He looks at you with the most pathetic, desperate expression on his handsome face, you can’t help but turn your bodies on the side and hug him, your noses touching and he breaths you in, the sweat and sex on your body; he fancies he can her the beating of your heart, he knows it’s drumming like crazy in your chest, because his does.
Billy knows he can fall asleep like this, feeling your presence around him and he almost does, his eyes fluttering close with each breath he takes; you slowly grind against his hips and his eyes open abruptly, whimpers spill from his lips, pathetic sounds of pleasure and pain that stroke the warmth of your desire in your belly.
“Be good now, Billy.” You murmur, pulling your hips back, until he is empty and you can quickly throw the harness in the general direction of the floor.
Billy’s face finds refuge against your breasts, his long legs entwined with yours, as his hands caress your sweaty back: he’ll never be able to put into words how grateful he is for this, for your acceptance of all his desires and mistakes.
He will thank you later, when you legs will be over his shoulders and he will be drowning in your scent, now he simply needs to feel you.
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Predator and Prey: Final - Chapter Nine
Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Lots of Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Kidnapping, Drugging, Mentions of Pregnancy.
Summary: You and Tommy start a new life together.
Short Chapter
- Chapter Eight Here -
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Three days had passed before the drugs finally cleared from your system, even after doctors administered activated charcoal and other medicines to help. The doctors had told Tommy you were lucky he found you so quickly, as you had been given a near fatal dose.
You finally began to stir, and Tommy immediately rushed to your side.
“Hey, hey.. take it easy.” He said gently, pushing you back down and stroking your hair.
You were confused, the last thing you remembered was being in your kitchen, and then you felt a sharp pinch in your neck and suddenly you were waking up in the hospital. Tommy filled you in on what had happened, and you cried. You couldn’t believe this had all been because you were stupid enough to trust someone like Chloe, and with your precious dog of all things. Tommy held you until you calmed down, and assured you everything was going to be ok.
You lay back down and looked up at Tommy, you were so grateful for him, for everything he’d done, and for finding and saving you. You were thankful for Sam and Mike too, and made a mental note to thank them when you saw them next.
You stroked Tommys cheek and gently pulled him down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle but filled with affection, and Tommy melted into you having been starved of this for 3 days, thinking the whole time he may lose you.
“I need to tell you something.” Tommy mumbled into your lips as he pulled away slightly.
“What is it?” You whispered, dizzy from the kiss, or the remnants of being drugged, you weren’t sure.
“I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I wasn’t really fucking sure I meant it… but baby, I’m in love with you. I knew it before this all happened but now I’m so sure it hurts. I thought I was gonna lose you before I could tell you and that scared me. Like a lot… I don’t ever wanna know the feeling of being without you. If you’ll have me, and I’m not just a hot piece of ass to you-“ he stopped and chuckled, “then it’s me and you, kid. I don’t want anyone else.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and tears slipped from your eyes as you grinned up at him. “Oh you are so the soppy one in this relationship.” You laughed, pulling him back down for a kiss. “I love you Tommy Cahill.” You mumbled into his lips, and you felt Tommy smile into the kiss as he pulled the white curtain closed around your hospital bed.
A month later, you and Tommy packed up his truck with everything you needed, with Jet securely in the back seat, and you set off.
You both decided a fresh start was needed. You sold your store, books and all, to an elderly couple looking to put their retirement to good use, and found a leafy little town about 2 hours West that looked like it had potential. You’d put a deposit on a house with a nice big back yard, backing up on vast green woods and with many local parks for Jet to enjoy. You would find a new little store to open, and you and Tommy would create a new life.
Tommy grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss as he drove. You smiled at him and finally felt relief wash over you as drove further and further away from the place you called home for 3 years. You also felt nervous excitement, as you hadn’t yet told Tommy that you were pregnant. You would tell him over a takeout dinner that night in your new home. You didn’t know it yet, but Tommy would be ecstatic, and he’d pick you up and swing you in circles. Tommy couldn’t wait to be a dad, and he would be a good one too.
Yes, everything had worked out somehow. If you had never met Jason, and he had never sent you running, you wouldn’t have ever met Tommy. In some way everything bad had brought you everything good, and so you could make peace with it.
You were ready for this fresh start, and as you day dreamed about your new life, you failed to notice the car that had been following you turn for turn for the last hour.
The end.
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Note: I’d just like to say a massive thank you to everyone who read this, I really hope you enjoyed it! It was so much fun to write again ❤️
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New Parents
Notes: I wrote this based off of a TikTok my mother sent me lol. Also imagine Harry in like mid-2022!
Dad!harry<3
They say children, when you have them, will become the best things in your life. You endure a few minutes of pain to spend a lifetime of happiness with someone who’s a product of you and your other half. Your life will hold smiles, laughs and wonderful memories together.
They will have you on the floor, giggling like a crazy person. Spending months creating a room for them to stay in, making sure your home is suitable so they wouldn’t ever get hurt. Going to doctor appointments to hear a heartbeat, shaking your partner awake in the middle of the night to feel their first kick.
Heaven.
“It’s your turn, Harry!” She spoke, turning over and pulling the satin covers over her head.
“Fuck off,” Harry moaned, begrudgingly slapping his hands over his tired eyes. “But it’s your kid.”
“Yours too.”
No one prepared the new parents for the all hours of the night screaming. The sleepless nights created delusions of their mother’s cackles whizzing around their minds. How the hell could someone put up with these little demons?
Harry grumbled a curse under his breath, throwing the covers off his body and standing. His eyes were closed, hoping to get some sort of more shut eye before he’d be up for hours.
Walking with their eyes closed while still half asleep had become a talent of theirs, having to do it so many times within the last three months does that to people. The mapping of their home has become second nature to him, even in the pitch black of the night.
He would need a cup of coffee, desperately.
Screaming echoed from their daughter’s room, increasing with every zombified step he took. This was how it was the last few months, except for the first week.
The first week they brought their daughter Presley home was heaven, it was everything they had heard about. She was a quiet and peaceful little squished face baby, not a single ounce of fuss at all.
Like an excerpt of the bible, on the seventh day all hell broke loose. That was when the screaming started. As much as Y/n loved her wonderful husband, Harry got on her nerves. And the same would go for him, but he was a little better at hiding it.
His bare feet made it into the room, turning to the crib to console Presley. He held her like glass, something that could break if you made a simply wrong move. A high pitched scream shot through his ear and right out the other side of his head, a need to cry as well punching him in the heart.
“Okay Princess, daddy’s here. Shhh, you’re okay.” He soothed, rocking his bundle of love in his arms. Swaying to a gentle unheard rhythm, he willed her to fall back to sleep. “I understand you love me, but daddy needs his sleep. Please” His words were breathy, pleading not only with the infant but with whatever god could hear him.
Sadly, Presley’s love for her father overpowered his wishes of sleep. Screams and whines continued to pour from the infant's mouth, seemingly for hours.
It only took a few minutes of the gut wrenching noise for Y/n to clamor out of her bed and join her husband. Standing in just black boxers and a white tee with tousled hair, he still looked good enough to bite. Here’s to another sleepless night, she thought.
“Babe, give me her and let's go get some coffee.” She spoke slowly, reaching for the bundle held with his large arms.
“Coffee?” He asked, sleep evident in his husky voice.
Coffee was a safe haven in their home now. Harry wasn’t proud of it, though. He loved to pride himself on only his English breakfast tea and baby-chinos on the off chance he got coffee. He wasn’t a coffee drinker. Well, he didn’t used to be a coffee drinker.
Y/n hummed and grasped onto her daughter gently. She stepped aside so he could shuffle past, rolling her eyes as he hoisted his under pants up and burped on his way out.
“We need a bath.” She pointed out to the wiggling little monster in her arms. “You need to sleep.”
It had been almost two weeks since she had last had a shower, her own smell couldn’t repulse her anymore. That’s when she just knew it was bad. She probably had vomit in her hair, which itself made her wanna crawl into bed and never leave.
After another moment, Presley stopped screaming. She opened her eyes and peered up at her mother, chubby cheeks giving her a permanent fake-grumpy face. They decided to go join Harry, the thought of liquid gold the only thing present on Y/n’s mind.
The hallways were covered in ultrasound photographs and in every room were some sort of baby item. It had taken a month to babyproof the whole home with the help of Kid Harpoon and Lizzo.
Y/n walked into the kitchen to find her husband at the island counter, eyes still closed.
She walked over to him to offer a hand. Her steps halted when she made it behind his shoulder, peering down at what her husband was doing.
Using the coffee scooper, he was plopping spoon fulls of baby formula into the coffee maker. Holy shit. A smile crept up her face, which turned into a giggle. And giggling turned into a hysterical laughing fit of delusion.
When Harry opened his eyes and seen what was so funny, he himself started laughing. It had to have been the no sleep, but this was the funiest thing in the whole world.
Presley was confused as to what was happening, though. Both of her parents were laughing at seemingly nothing, slowly going mad.
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Steddie but I try and fix my own parental trauma
Steve was packing up. His parents had been gone for three months. Longer than they ever have. Longer than was fair. After two months and trying to call any one that might know where his parents were turning up nothing he gave up and figured that this was when they gave up the ghost and finally abandoned him. He didn't have a lot to pack but dutifully he was emptying the fridge and unplugging all the appliances to make sure nothing went bad or stale. Shit, did his parents even deserve that much? On the way to the trash bin the bag broke and he just kicked at it and started screaming. His body hurt, he was tired. He was alone. His parents didn't fucking care. Frustrated and sniffing he sat down debating on just leaving it there. Let it rot. Let this house rot. Let him rot. Steve was just. Done.
Two car doors slammed shut and the smell of his mother's perfume shook him out of his thoughts. "Wh. Huh? Mom?" Steve's mom was crying and wiping at his face. "Steve! Steve what's wrong baby what happened?" His dad looked around at the trash. "You didn't get hurt did you, son?" Steve's brain just went stagnant. What were his parents doing here? How long were they here? The confusion bled back to anger and exhaustion. He pulled away and got up. "Where. The hell have you been for the past three months? Huh?! Have you any idea how sick of this shit I am? Constantly never knowing where my parents are at any point? No note? Nothing? No cards no bullshit souvenirs? Not even a hi honey voicemail!" His parents just looked at him. It wasn't fair. They looked so pristine. Crisp clothes. Make up and hair done. His dad even got his eyebrows waxed. And here Steve was, covered in snot and garbage juice looking exactly how he felt, probably. "Sweetie we have to work. We have to pay bills!" His mom reasoned. "I know it's not fair but we have to be responsible." "Right. Because a kid isn't a responsibility." His parents at least had the decency to look mortified. "That's not what we mean." His father raised his hands to reach for him. "Look come here. Sit down." "Why do you even have this place. Why do you even have me?" Steve's mom sat close and leaned against Steve and his father sat on the other side. "I was your age when I got pregnant. My mother. Well you've met her. She was not happy. Forced me and your father to get married. Well both of our parents did. It was fine we liked each other well enough." Steve was reeling. His parents always preached about being safe and smart. Apparently with good reason. His father cleared his throat. "Well we had to get a job. Your grandfather made it clear that we could not ask him for a penny. Despite that big ol house he's got." Steve snorted. They rarely visited that house, even when his parents were around. It was stupid big too. His parents laughed, relaxing now that Steve was breathing normally. "Getting a job wasn't easy you know. Sometimes we'd come out of work covered in grease and soap and just go to the motel we were staying at exhausted. Took really good care of money to make sure your momma could eat enough and keep me up and moving. Luckily the motel was cheap and clean. We didn't need much. Mostly we were too tired to care." His mother laughed so hard at that. "We didn't even realize the pictures were creepy clowns till we were leaving." "Oh God don't remind me." His father laughed too and dammit Steve couldn't help but join in. This was the longest time he's spent with his parents and they're covered in dirt and sitting in trash. "Anyway. It was getting to the wire. I could barely hold a tray without someone kicking for attention." His mom glared at him playfully. "But it was almost time. And you were ready. And we needed a good job. Quickly. Baby food is expensive. Luckily the mom sharing the hospital room was looking to hire. She owned a hotel. You've met her." Steve vaguely remembered a woman with bigger hair then his, yeah she owned a hotel before she retired. "She offered me a job working for her until she signed the hotel over to me. Your father was great at business with customers and I have always been good with numbers. We got lucky. You have always been a motivation though. You never go to our hotels but we have your art from when you were a kid in every room. Your school's colors are the themes of every lobby. You are our legacy baby." Steve is fully sobbing again. "I didn't. I didn't know. I just wanted to see you." "We let you down. Trying to provide for you we actually well I guess neglected you. We're sorry. We'll fix it." His dad promised.
And to their credit they did. They met all of his friends and made genuine efforts to get to know them. They found out that Wayne was working ridiculous hours and when Steve saw his dad talking to him and shaking hands he just snorted and shook his head. "Hey what's your dad talking to my old man about?" Eddie shoved some animal crackers in his mouth. "Have no idea." Steve passed him a glass of water. "How are you? By the way?" Eddie coughed and waved to the adults talking. "Not sure to be honest. They're trying. Mom was working on some new plans for a hotel but apartments are kind of getting her interest so maybe that'll be her new big plan." Eddie smiled, all dimples. "She's talking to you about that stuff? That's awesome man. I'm. I'm glad." Steve bumped Eddie's shoulder. "You know. If apartments are something she's going for she's probably going to need some help. Maybe you could ask her. Get a place with benefits and retirement funds." Eddie stared at him for a moment. "Wait are you serious? Me? What do I know about apartments dude? I can barely keep my own going." "Well if maintenance isn't something you're ok with then maybe you can work with some of the other hotels!" Steve's mom walked up to Eddie, game face on, all business. "They've got staff that works with kids when parents are on trips and you seem to be good with people over all." Eddie was trying not to wiggle away from this conversation. "I don't do uniforms Mrs. Steve's mom. I have to be able to express myself. Now if you ask me to paint some stuff I'm your guy. I'll babysit some kids, no problem. But I can't do uniforms." Steve's dad held out a hand. "That works we'll see you next week. Say Monday? Wayne's already going to be there at a hotel we're finishing up." "I'm." Eddie hesitated, then reached out to shake his hand.
Steve and Eddie were hanging out in the living room, Robin was on her way. She was still frosty to his parents but they allowed it gratefully. "Look! Robin waved to me on the way out honey!" Steve didn't have the heart to correct them. It was definitely sarcastic.
Eddie was tugging on his shoe laces. "Is it going to be awkward working for them? I mean. Is it going to be weird working for you eventually? Shit I love being artsy and creative. And your parents really are cool." Steve smiled. "But?" "I like you Steve. I really like you. And it'll be awkward having a crush on my boss' son! I don't think they're that cool." Steve stared at Eddie. "You like me?" Eddie let his foot fall. "Only since I first saw you in home ec!" Steve wrinkled his nose, he didn't even know about face cream in junior year. And he definitely wore too much cologne. "Really? That's your type? I don't even look the same." Eddie looked at Steve, really looked at him. Covered in scars and too long hair. "You're my type." Eddie said softly. Firmly. "Steve you're my absolute daydream man." Steve's heart was going to beat out of his chest. "Eddie. Kiss me." "Any chance I get." And he was wrapped up in Eddie's arms, kissing this beautiful man like there was oxygen only in his mouth. Gripping and squeezing each other like their lives depended on it.
"Oh c'mon man. Gross!" Robin interrupted them. They broke away laughing. "Hey birdie." Eddie called and Steve sat up still sitting in his lap. Robin wrinkled her nose but winked. "I could come back later." Steve pretended to think about it before Robin threw a crumpled receipt at him. "I'll be inside. I'll see if you still have that twinkie I hid the last time." "I would join in your twinkie quest but alas." Eddie waved to Steve. "Yeah yeah you already found it." Robin teased and left to go raid the pantry. "Does that mean you'll fill me with cream?" Steve pulled at Eddie's hair. Eddie just looked up at him. "First. How dare you make me think of America's snack in a sexual way I'll never not think of it again." Steve laughed and leaned on Eddie's chest. "Second?" "Second. Yes. And a third and a fourth. Give me a minute I'll even do it again after."
Awkward ending cause I don't know how to end it.
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