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sacredthefran · 6 months

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Birthday Breakfast

Authors Note: Okay so uhhhhh...this was supposed to be a blurb but I couldn't stop myself - but its still a blurb if that makes sense? Idk I'm tired. (also it's not edited because I'm lazy) It’s my first time writing Noah too…please be nice to me 😭

Warnings: Oral (f! receiving) lets be honest...we all know Noah's a munch. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.8k

Just thinking about how you would make breakfast for Noah on his birthday. He loves to sleep in so you knew that you had a couple of extra hours to get everything made just the way he likes it. As you were taking a chocolate chip waffle out of the maker, you were startled to feel calloused tattooed hands gripping your waist, rubbing small circles into your hips.

"Baby....you're supposed to be sleeping."

"You left the bed." He hummed into your hair before giving a quick peck to the top of your head.

"So?"

You removed his arms from around your waist - moving across the kitchen to the cabinet that held the dishes. Specifically the black plates that had a golden accent on the edges - you couldn’t stand the plate but Noah on the other hand insisted that you two couldn’t leave the store until you purchased them. You could feel his boba eyes staring you down as you moved across the kitchen, humming quietly to yourself as you plated everything - even going the extra mile to grab whip cream and making a smiley face on the waffles.

You knew that it seemed childish, but it was something you loved doing for him. Growing up he didn’t really get to experience moments like this, where his birthday was celebrated, where he was appreciated, where he was shown love.

“Okay, cover your eyes.”

“Love, I’m no-” Noah stopped his protest when he looked down and saw you looking up at him and giving him the biggest puppy dog face you could come up with.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth as you watched him slap his long fingers over his eyes, even going the extra mile of tilting his head up to the sky as he heard the clanking of the plate hitting the counter.

“Open.”

A toothy grin graced Noah’s features as he took in the sight before him - hell, even a light pink dusting was on his cheeks. He slowly lifted his head up and if you knew better, it looked like he was blinking away a tear or two.

“This is great and all…..but I’m hungry for something else.”

You watched as his 6 foot figure started making its way across the kitchen counter to tower over you. His coffee colored eyes turning black with lust as he took in the sight of you. You were dressed in an old Bad Omens shirt and were wearing a pair of skimpy red lace panties - his favorite.

“Noah..” Trying to move away from the tall man, you found yourself being trapped against the island with Noah’s arms on either sides of you.

“What’s the matter princess?”

Averting your eye contact from his, you could feel your thighs closing together involuntarily. Hating the way a single sentence from Noah could make you drip.

“I didn’t shower.”

You mumbled, hoping he would get the hint of what you’re getting at. Last night you two had fucked for hours, nonstop.

“And why would I care about that?” He tilted his head sideways - leaning down to close the gap in between the two of you.

“You know why.”

Noah brushed your tangled hair behind your ear, giving your earlobe a lick before whispering, “Oh, because my cum is still in your pussy? Is that what it is?”. He paused to hear your breath become shallow. “You act like that would turn me off.”

The dark haired man spoke the last sentence while making sure to press his body completely against yours - his hardening dick pressing against your hip bone. Air left your lungs as he closed the gap inbetween your lips, a hungry pace being set by him. Your hands wandering up and down his back as he made sure to grab your ass cheeks - giving a rough squeeze every couple of seconds before slipping his hand to the front of your panties feeling the dampness that was pooling in between your legs.

“Would you like that? Trying to deny me of what I want, when your pussy’s soaking. My dirty girl.”

You hated that a moan slipped out of your mouth as Noah spoke that sentence, his fingers circling your clit over the lace - hardening the bud. His other hand found its way to your throat, gently wrapping around it and giving a light squeeze, an evil smirk appearing on his face as he watched your pupils black out with lust.

“Are you going to be good for me and give me what I want? Or do I need to take you upstairs and tie you up?”

“I’ll be good.”

Noah leaned forward to give you peck, squeezing your throat one more time before taking the bottom of your shirt and ripping it up over your head. A loud groan left his body as he saw your tits out in the open for him. Bending his neck down, he captured your right nipple into his mouth, wrapping his mouth perfectly around it, switching between the motions of sucking and licking - not wanting to leave your other nipple feeling neglected, he raised his hand and mimicked the actions of his mouth on it.

Looking down, you saw him with his eyes closed as he was enjoying the taste of your skin, your back was arched over the counter at that point but Noah didn’t pull away, he followed wherever your body went - putting your hands in his hair, gently tugging on it.

“So needy.” He mumbled against your skin, popping your nipple out of his mouth. “What do you want?”

You didn’t respond to the man in front of you - giving him a blank stare.

“Good girls get rewarded for saying what they want.”

“I wa-” You trailed off, feeling yourself blush as you tried to tell him about what was on your mind.

“Use your words.” He hissed out, placing kisses all over your chest.

“I want you to eat my pussy.” You whispered - if you weren’t red before, you certainly were now as he looked up at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Huh? Didn’t hear you.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.” You spoke louder this time, your voice echoing throughout the house.

“Good girl.”

Noah nipped at your left nipple before starting to lead a trail of kisses and spit all while sinking down onto his knees. He stopped when he reached the top of your panties, looking up at you with a smirk, leaning forward and giving a quick peck to your clit - an evil chuckle leaving his mouth as your knees buckled.

“Someone’s impatient.” He whispered out the words while his mouth was still near your clit, the hot air adding to the intensity of the moment.

It felt like your skin was on fire every time he ran his hands over your thighs, purposefully getting close to where you needed him the most then pulling away to run over the lace material on your hips. He kept up this teasing game for what felt like hours - smirking to himself when he could see your slick leaving a wet mark on your panties, dipping his fingers into the waistband of the material, slowly dragging it down your legs.

“Fuck.” Noah dropped his head back, letting out an animalistic growl as he took in the sight of your bare pussy.

In a flash he grabbed your right leg and threw it over his shoulder, moaning as he could see your wetness starting to coat the inside of your thighs. He knew that he couldn’t tease you anymore - mostly because he could feel the beads of precum dripping out of his cock as he took in the sight of you. He needed to have a taste.

Wasting no more time, Noah dove right in and gave your opening a kitten lick - both of you moaning out, you from the feeling and him from the taste. Noah was a beast, once he started he couldn’t stop. Noah licking up and down your slit like a man who hasn’t had a meal in months. A pitchy moan leaving your mouth as he worked his way up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it, applying the right amount of suction.

Placing one hand on your left breast, toying with your nipple as you reached your other hand down and weaved it into Noah’s hair - your hips beginning to move involuntarily.

“That’s it princess. Use my face.”

He took his mouth away from your clit, just to flatten out his tongue to give you more access to what you needed from him. His pointer and middle finger were gently circling around your entrance before entering inside of you - rubbing your walls in a perfect way.

“Oh….fuck.” You groaned out as you felt the white heat building in your stomach - his fingers curling into your g spot every couple of seconds.

An involuntarily moan would spill out of Noah’s mouth every time he felt you clenching around his fingers, your cunt was squeezing his fingers so tight - fuck, making it harder for him to move his fingers in and out of you. He could feel his own release starting to build as he watched your head tilt back in ecstasy, fucking his face. The dark haired man suddenly shook his head aggressively, catching your clit on the bridge of his nose -him tightening his grip on your hip, making sure you couldn’t lift off of his face even if you tried.

“Noah..fuck..I’m gonna cum.”

You were a blubbering mess as you could feel your release getting closer. Noah taking his fingers out of you - placing that hand on your other hip, forcing you back into the kitchen island as he continued his assault on your clit. His tongue flipping rapidly as you had no choice but to stand there and take it, reaching down you pulled at his hair, his eyes popping open and staring back at you. Your chest heaving up and down as your legs started to shake - Noah circling your clit even harder with his tongue now.

You couldn’t fight your body anymore, letting out a loud shriek as your orgasm washed over you - your eyes rolling back into your head as he sucked your clit into his mouth, milking your orgasm.

Only given a few seconds to come down from your high before you were met back with the feeling of Noah peppering kisses up your body, humming gently as he made his way back up to your mouth.

“You still with me?” He questioned, placing his hands on your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes, feeling himself becoming mesmerized by your fucked out look.

“Yeah…just give me a second.”

“Actually, we don’t have a second. I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Squeals leaving your mouth as Noah scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the hallway leading to your bedroom.

“But the food.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #this a blurb i promise #i just got carried away #bad omens #bad omens fic

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rafecameronsbadussy · 2 years

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Under the stars

Summary: Rafe and reader go out for a night of romance under the stars. On their outing they hit a big milestone in their relationship.

Warnings: slight exhibition (nothing too public no one is around), fingering, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex

My work is not to be plagiarized.

A/n: Please forgive me for any mistakes I edited this 3 times but I have the attention span of a chipmunk so by the end of the story I am somewhere else. I’m praying somebody actually reads this. Have fun, sweethearts. <3

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You finished up styling your hair before grabbing your phone, keys, and throwing on Rafe’s grey sweatshirt that you “borrowed” and a pair of black yoga pants. Suddenly a notification popped up on your phone. Here princess. You smiled and crept out the door, blankets, and pillows in arm. Careful to not wake your sleeping father.

Your smile grew as your eyes set on Rafe making his way out of his truck. He skipped over to help you with the items and kissed you hello.

“Hi,” you giggled.

“Hi,” he smiled down at you. You both set forth to the car and began your drive to the mystery location.

“Have you been here before?” You pestered your boyfriend glancing over at him. The soft street lights you passed illuminating his features.

“Quit trying to figure out where we’re going it’s supposed to be a surprise.” He replied glancing over at you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“But I like knowing things!” You whined.

“Well this will be good for you then.” He remarked.

“Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, still mesmerized by his features.

“You’re what some would call nosy.” His sapphire eyes locked with yours momentarily as he pointed your conjoined hands at you.

Your jaw dropped as you faked a gasp, “I am not,”

“I don’t blame you. You just get bored easy.”

“I can’t believe you would say that.” You replied still faking offense before he gave you a look. You burst into giggles. “Okay, you’re right though.”

“I’m never wrong. In all the years you’ve known me I would’ve thought you’d have figured that out.” He said before kissing your hand, as you giggled more. “And would you look at that we’re here.” He said putting his truck in park. You involuntarily grinned as you tried and failed to figure out the location.

“It’s Falling Waters park.” His eyes locked onto yours as you grabbed both sides of his face leaning in to kiss him. You got carried away from the ethereal feeling of his soft lips fitting with yours. His warm tongue slid past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close. Both of your cheeks a rosey hue at this point.

You slowly broke the kiss to come up for air “It sounds beautiful.” You gazed into his sparkling eyes both your hearts swelling, due to something in the air.

“Come on, baby.” He smiled getting out of his truck, meeting you on your side of the car. He opened the door and you jumped out, both of you gathering the blankets, pillows, and snacks.

You gasped “You got my favorite!” You said grinning ear to ear at the sight of your favorite candy and chips.

“Of course,” he smirked over at you, finding it adorable how excited you got over a simple gesture. You both spread out the blankets and pillows across his truck bed. He climbed up first, offering you his hand.

Taking it you remarked, “And they say chivalry is dead.” You cuddled into his side pulling a blanket over your laps.

“Well they haven’t met me.” You turned admiring his lazy grin illuminated by the moonlight. He wrapped both arms around you and pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“No they haven’t.” You giggled gazing up at the stars and full moon. The combination of the sight above and being wrapped in Rafe’s arms elicited a deep peace within you. Cracking open the snacks you looked up to the constellations and basked in the simple moment as you innocently chatted.

“This is wonderful thank you hon.” You said eating a piece of the candy.

“Of course baby. You know I’d do anything for you.” He sounded adorable, talking with a slightly full mouth. You tightened your arms around him, snuggling further into him. You had both expressed how deeply you cared for one another but you have yet to say those three great big words. Maybe it was your shared commitment issues or maybe it was the great value society placed on those three words, but neither of you had gotten around to saying them.

Rafe began lightly running his hand up and down your side, making you squirm. He chucked which further egged on your growing arousal. You lifted your leg to rest on top of him and you noticed his partial erection.

“Baby, how long have you been like this?“ you asked smirking at him.

“Hm not too long. Just ever since I saw you in my hoodie.” He muttered close to your ear

“That long?” You chuckled, moving to straddle him. You looked down being met with his cock straining against his grey sweatpants.

“There’s no resisting you, baby.” He smirked up at you his hands flocking to your hips. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

Your smile grew as you leaned down locking your lips with his, slowly rolling your hips against his growing erection. You whimpered into the kiss as he slid his hand under his sweatshirt, breaking the kiss to pull it off of you. He admired your lavender lace bra and the way the moonlight struck your features.

You ran your hands under his shirt, exploring his toned abdomen. He then sat up allowing you to pull his t-shirt off. You tossed it to the side as both of your chests rose and fell dramatically out of excitement.

His lips attached to your neck hitting your sweet spot that he had memorized. You let out a moan as your eyes involuntarily shut. “Fuck,” you muttered. Your core ached and you knew a damp spot was beginning to form in your panties.

He started to work at your pants sliding them off of you, as you returned the favor. He pushed your panties aside feeling the wetness pooling at your core. “So worked up for me, princess.” He grumbled moving his lips to yours.

He teased your entrance with two fingers making you break the kiss, whimpering against his lips. He briskly reached behind you unclasping your bra and pulling down your panties. “Please,” you begged, breathing heavily.

“Please what?” He smirked, amused, forehead resting against yours.

“Please use your fingers.”

“Whatever you want, Y/n.” With that he inserted two of his long digits into you. He slowly started stroking your velvety walls.

“Mm go faster.” You whimpered.

“What’s the magic word?” He pestered getting significant enjoyment out of your state.

“Please, please, Rafe.” With this he chuckled speeding up. You moaned out burying your face in the crook of his neck, digging your nails into his shoulders. His other hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing figure eights. You were a whimpering mess, putty at his touch.

That familiar bundle of nerves in your abdomen began to tighten as your walls contracted against Rafe’s fingers. “I’m so close, baby” you muttered.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” With his words you fell off the edge and cried out his name. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your high, the chilly night air cooling you off.

Rafe whispered sweet praises into your ear, “You did so good for me.” You sat head resting on him for several moments, catching your breath.

As you gained your energy back and exited your phase of hypersensitivity, you remembered your plans. Smirking against him, you reached down and began lightly tracing his erection. You heard Rafe sharply inhale at this.

“You’re always thinking of your next move aren’t you?” He joked, smiling.

“You can’t get anywhere without a plan.” You giggled pulling your head off of him to lock lips with him once again. You pulled away, hooking your fingers in his boxers. Rafe groaned as his dick sprung free. You reached down to stroke his length he leaned his head back, eyes clamping shut.

“Fuck, baby.”

You leaned down and licked a stripe on the underside of his cock. Gazing up at him admiring his state. His glazed over eyes watched you intently, getting off on the sight in front of him. You slowly started taking him into your mouth, keeping eye contact. He groaned lacing his fingers into your hair. Pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

You bobbed your head up and down as he moaned your name. Your hands pumped what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“Shit you’re so pretty.” He groaned out, making you moan against his length. Your current appearance was just as arousing to him as the pleasure he was receiving. You could tell he was getting close, his dick twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/n, I’m gonna come.” You continued relentlessly bobbing your head up and down. “Shit” he muttered, holding your head in place. He shot his warm load down your throat before pulling you off of him. “Now swallow like a good girl.” He growled keeping fierce eye contact. He watched intently as you obliged. Further aroused, he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

You subconsciously circled your hips against his, whimpering into his mouth. He then wrapped his arms around you to flip you onto your back. He started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw while cupping your breasts in his hands and pulling at your nipples. He trailed his kisses down to your breasts and began working his magic.

“Rafe,” you moaned out squirming under his touch. He smirked at the evident effect he had over you.

“Tell me what you want.” He spoke into your ear, before sucking on that sweet spot right where your jaw meets your ear.

“Please. Fuck me.” You replied face scrunched. He chuckled amusingly against your neck which further sped up your breathing. “God Rafe, I need you.”

With that, he lined himself up and slowly slid into you making you feel each inch of his cock. He groaned out as he buried his forehead in the crook of your neck. You turned into a moaning mess as he slowly slid in and out of you.

“Fuck you feel so good, princess” he muttered into your ear. He began speeding up his pace, your sweaty bodies pressing together. He held one hand on your waist holding you in place and the other was dancing on your clit. You dug your nails into his back, whimpering, the feeling nearly too euphoric to take.

He sped his pace up even further as both of you released your moans into the night. The stars danced above as you shared one of the most intimate acts with the man you cared for above everyone else.

Moonlight illuminated Rafe’s face as he pulled back from your neck to lock eyes with you. Your walls of silk pulsated against his length while your eyes stayed trained on his. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, while your chest still moved up and down fervently.

“I want you to look at me when you come. Can you do that, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nodded as he pounded into you relentlessly. You were both dangerously close to falling off the edge, the moans between you confirming that.

“Come on baby, finish on my cock.” He muttered out, furiously rubbing your clit. Your hands reached up to run your fingers through his hair, the new pressure on your clit eliciting a loud moan from you.

Your walls convulsed around his twitching dick as you both neared your ends. You were a whimpering mess while both of your chests rose and fell rapidly. You gazed into his beautiful baby blues and with one final thrust, Rafe spilled his load into you as you simultaneously let yours out.

He pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. “You did so good for me, pretty girl.” He grumbled, his voice slightly raspy. He gently pulled out of you admiring the mess pooling out of your entrance. He leaned down to clean you up, licking his lips after.

You exchanged a sweet smile before he laid his head down on your chest, both of you catching your breath. He reached up to twirl your hair between his fingers. You wrapped your arms around him rubbing his back, pulling the blanket back up. You gazed back up at the stars and muttered “Thank you, this was perfect.” Your heart felt, full.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He mumbled his head buried in your chest.

“You seem pretty happy too.” You giggled, dragging your fingers through his hair. Rafe groaned in contentment.

“It’s hard to be anything else around you.” How did he know exactly what to say to make your heart flutter?

You took a shaky inhale feeling the the weight of what you were just about to admit. You stared out at the moon briefly before looking back down at him.

“Rafe,”

“Hm,”

“I love you.”

You felt him grin against you., “I love you too.”

It felt so good to admit it. You loved him. He loved you. You pressed your lips to his head and held him the tightest you ever have because he was all that mattered.

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words-after-midnight · 1 year

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Find the Word

Oh look, it's another edition of my favorite tag game! I was tagged by @elizaellwrites to find worse, wander, mindlessly, join, and hysteria.

Tagging: @pertinax--loculos, @klywrites, @sunset-a-story, @catchingbigfish, @winterandwords, @ls-daydreams, @oh-sisyphus, @westcountrygothic.

Your words are: dream, break, poor, light, yearn(ing).

All snippets are from the previous version of Life in Black and White.

cw: "Hysterical" references/alludes to a domestic dispute and parental abandonment.

Note: "Join" is from one of my all-time favorite scenes. 🥰

Worse

Jeff finds me in the bathroom twenty minutes later. He knocks on the door. “Yo, I have to piss.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I say loudly, but immediately feel bad.

He’s not fazed. “Dude, I would, but I seriously doubt I’m that flexible.”

“There are God knows how many other bathrooms in this house.”

“It’s the crack of dawn and I’m lazy. Get the fuck out.”

His nonchalant humor does nothing but make me feel worse. “Sorry. My meds are doing shit all for me right now, for some fucking reason.”

“Dude, can I please piss? You can tell me your life story after.”

Wander

Too quickly, I arrive at my dad’s – not wanting to speak to anyone, I close the front door quietly behind me and wander into the kitchen, hoping to make a straight run for it all the way to my room. Unfortunately, my dad ends up being in the damn kitchen... and I apparently look exactly as I feel, if that’s possible, because before I’ve even figured out what to do with myself, he’s on my back, following me into the living room.

“How did it go?” the stupid man asks gravely.

“How do you think it went?” I reply tonelessly, not so much as turning back. I just keep walking toward my room, hoping he gets struck by a lightning bolt on the way.

He grabs my arm, trying to hold me back. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” he asks. “You can talk to me.”

Mindlessly

Daphne explained the logic to me once before Christmas - before Silverwood was even in the picture, and before I started to see Jeff’s merits for myself. “The way Jeff sees it, people shouldn’t be forced to do anything they don’t want to do,” she said. The tone she used when speaking of him made me so sick at the time. “He thinks people are afraid of being themselves and of being free because of laws, and regulations, and blah, blah… it makes him sick when people just mindlessly conform to rules.”

Join

Standing beside him, uncomfortably close, I held up the candle to the breakers on the far wall of the basement as he flipped them all sequentially, not bothering to check which ones were which.

Nothing happened.

He turned to me, then, in the orange light. Looked me right in the eyes. There was no way he didn’t see them this time. He said, “Well, that’s a bust. Must be the power lines.”

We went back upstairs, and I joined Daphne again at the bottom of the staircase. His hand brushed mine as he took his candle back and returned to the window seat, watching the storm as though it was of his own creation.

Hysteria (hysterical)

All of a sudden, silence. With bated breath I waited. I heard footsteps coming my way. I stood from my bed. The door opened and I heard my mother’s hysterical screams more clearly, rising up from downstairs. My dad walked in with two big brown suitcases and knelt down in front of me, grasping both my little arms.

I looked into his face and I saw the tears in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks... and he smelled funny. I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time, but now I know it was beer. Terrified, I asked him, “Dad, what’s going on?”

#tag game #ftw #writeblr #libaw #writing

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asph6lt · 5 months

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gentle giant.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem reader.

↳ warnings: none

↳ tags: fluff, domestic!simon (?), soft!simon, sharing a bed, just a short drabble bc i love him sm

↳ a/n: hi hello! this is my first-ish post on tumblr, i’m still trying to figure out how it works so don’t flame me pls :’) enjoy!

big palms are kneading into the flesh sitting atop your hips, fingers digging gently as you’re pulled to burrow further into the huge expanse that is simon’s chest. you stir from your sleep, even with the slightest of movement you sink deeper into the arms that cage you in. you’re not leaving this bed under his watch.

a cool breeze flutters through the open window, a stark contrast to the warmth of simon’s breath caressing the nape of your neck, the light pressure of his lips nuzzled in a lasting kiss against your skin. you don’t want to leave the bed, anyway.

a content hum rumbles deep from his throat as you reach behind you and knot your fingers in his hair, nails scratching his scalp and dragging down to the base of his ear. it’s like being held by a cat in the form of a 6’4, broad-shouldered hunk of a man with the way simon is borderline purring at your touch. his arms around your waist wring impossibly tighter, almost knocking the breath out of you at some point you have to pat his arm to loosen a little.

“i know you love me, si, but i can’t breathe,” your breathless chuckle is like the pleasant song of a hummingbird in his ear, and he all but obeys your command. he always does. tight arms relaxing into a lazy hold around you, but still pulled flush against his bare chest.

“don’t want you leavin’ me ‘ere in the cold, love,” he grunts hoarsely in return, deep voice muffled against your skin as he’s practically shoving his entire face into your neck. all that’s left for him was to slip under your skin and become one with you. “not when you’re so warm and cozy, i jus’ wanna live in you.”

you huff, an amused and endearing sound; it’s hard to think that the man most feared on the grounds filled with violence and blood, a looming shadow that seemed to follow his enemies and unsheathes his knife to rid them of their lives—is reduced to a gooey, mumbling mess of cuddles and affection the moment he’s with you. a man that holds command over soldiers gets on his knees with his heart on his sleeve as he clings onto your words like they are prayers.

he’s so in love with you, it hurts.

you shift under the covers and turn to face him, slotting yourself perfectly in the midst of his arms as if you are made to be there. as if he is made to hold you like this. you see flecks of blue peeking through his lids as he cracks them open to gaze at you—even through the sleepy haze, you could see the hearts in his eyes as he stares.

pressing a warm palm on his cheek—uncharacteristically rosy—he brings his lips to graze the tips of your fingers. “y’look lovely in the morning,” he utters lowly, as if it was a secret only made for the two of you. his eyes scan your face—the way you remain half-lidded as sleep still has you in its clutches, the way your eyelashes flutter with every blink, the way your lips part slightly with every breath—burning the image of you in his mind. he can never forget this, forget you.

you feel a warmth bubbling in your chest—with the way he’s staring at you, you feel like flames are licking at your insides. always so intense, always so full of love and admiration. a burning that rivals the sun, a depth that rivals the seas.

a smile pulls at the corners of your lips, only growing wider as you survey his face this time—the same drowsy expression mirroring yours, but ever so content and calm, the scars weaving through his cheek and lips, the way his eyes never leave you; you intend to imprint the sight in your mind as well. “you look lovely, too. my lovely simon.”

#call of duty #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod fluff #fluff #drabble #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #i love this man sm it’s crazy #ghost fanfiction #ghost oneshot

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j-graysonlibrary · 8 months

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Fort Heaven Chapter 6

Title: Fort Heaven

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 69K

Genres: Suspense, investigative, drama, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Some call it a hoax. Others claim it’s a cult. But, to Evon and his friend Yasmine, two online journalists, Fort Heaven is the subject of their latest story. Along for the assignment is cameraman and not-so-secret crush of Evon’s: Russet. With a drunken, murky night in their recent history, things are especially tense between them but, of course, personal matters take a backseat when the interviews start. The trio speaks to ex-members of Fort Heaven and, while some of the accounts are shocking, the job remains just that: A job. That is until one of the women they interviewed, along with her daughter, goes missing. It soon becomes clear that not only is Fort Heaven a real threat but Evon and his friends are being watched. And what started as a simple cash-grab article is now a matter of life and death.

Full Chapter 6 under the cut

Chapter 6

The keyboard clicked with each tap of Evon’s fingers as he took the notes from the interview and tried to lace them together with continuity and grace. Linda’s story was a short one but it would still be a good insight—especially by the time he was done embellishing it a bit.

In the corner of his computer screen Yasmine sent him a few messages about her notes and a secondary interview.

Evon worked quickly to finish up a paragraph before checking what she had to say. He asked about the next interview and was immediately taken aback.

It would be at least a day’s trip away.

Unwilling to try to articulate his thoughts via text, he picked up his phone to call her. As soon as she picked up, she laughed.

“Why did you call me?”

“It’s easier,” he defended himself but still laughed along with her. “What’s up with the next interview? Did you get a reply back today?”

“Just about an hour ago, actually.” Her voice was distant—she probably had him on speaker. “I already said we’d do it but it might take a couple of days. Didn’t want to spring a huge trip on you out of nowhere.”

“Well I appreciate it,” Evon remarked, “who is it with?”

He could hear some typing over the phone before she answered him. “Bob and Darcy…no last name. I guess last names don’t really matter in this context anyway…” There was a short pause. “Anyway, Bob was in Fort Heaven for—wow—like a decade almost. He left with his wife and they had to move six…wait…SIX times!?”

“Jesus…”

“This is going to be a little intense…” she trailed off, probably reading more of the message. “Sorry, this is a new email from them I just got.”

Evon laughed. “I kind of figured with that reaction.”

“Alright they gave me their number so we can talk,” Yasmine mumbled but he could distinguish her words, “What time frame would work for you best, Evon?”

“Next week? Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday if that’s okay with them.”

The weekend would inevitably be full of polishing the small piece that they had written between the two of them about Linda. As long as it was interesting, well written, and fully engaging their boss then they could get a real time frame for the final project.

It was scary to think that Gavin could take one look at what they had and tell them that they had to either leave or take free-lance positions. Evon wanted to have more material prepared but he hoped that with Linda’s piece and a brief rundown of what they already received from Bob and Marcy that it would be enough.

***

Russet laid halfway down on his bed and watched over the video he had while mentally picturing how he would edit the pieces together. He’d have to get his computer up and running to go through the big camera’s footage but he was feeling just a little too lazy.

The video started from the moment the three had entered the car to the moment they left it with a few breaks throughout. Some of it was just scenery which he would keep but likely put to the side and add in later when needed.

He scratched the side of his chin before speeding forward a few minutes. Only Evon was in the shot and it was in the middle of one of their group sing-a-longs. Toward the end an overly excited Evon tried to hit a high note but his voice completely broke and he started coughing though there was a lot of laughter in there as well.

Yasmine could be heard cackling off camera. “You sounded like a thirteen year old boy going through puberty!”

“My throat is dry,” he retaliated and took his right hand off the wheel to smack at her.

She wasn’t bothered by it at all and continued to laugh.

“You didn’t hit the note either,” Evon said once she’d settled down some.

“I didn’t try.”

“Children,” Russet heard himself on camera, “No fighting.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Yasmine asked and the camera finally moved in her direction. She had her hand stuffed in the side of her jacket only so she could pull it out and reveal her middle finger.

Russet chuckled and threatened, “I’ll turn this car around.”

“I’m driving,” Evon pointed out just before the camera refocused on him.

“I’ll figure something out,” he responded.

“He’s gonna kill us!” Yasmine yelled dramatically, “God no! Is this why you agreed to come?! So you could kill us yourself?!”

“Absolutely,” Russet answered with a straight voice. “I’m filming so I can re-watch it later and re-live the moment forever.”

“Well this got dark really fast,” Evon said and then they all laughed.

Russet paused the video and sighed—mostly in disappointment at himself. He’d been getting steadily worse and the video and his recent actions just reinforced that. He wondered if anyone had actually noticed—Trinity specifically.

“This is stupid,” he mumbled to himself and then laid his head back onto his pillow. His room was small and rather bland in terms of decoration so there wasn’t much to focus on and that let his mind wander.

When he first remembered seeing Evon was when he was still a baby. Trinity, unlike a lot of children, was excited to have a little sibling. Personally, Russet probably would have thrown a fit if he knew he’d have to share attention with some kid he didn’t know. And, in a way, he felt that way toward Evon in terms of sharing Trinity’s affection.

The older Evon got, the more attention he demanded from his sister and there were certain time periods where he simply wouldn’t leave her alone. Russet always felt uncomfortable or irritated by the younger boy and didn’t try much to hide it though Trinity just found it to be funny.

She was beyond entertained when Evon told Russet that he had a crush on him—though at the time, Russet hadn’t exactly realized he was a boy yet and any ideas he had of nonconformity were securely locked away. Trinity thought the pair were cute and was excited at the prospect of having her best friend also be her ‘sister-in-law’.

It was after Russet came out that he realized something was wrong with himself. One of his greatest worries was whether or not Evon would accept it. If he would lash out because of his crush on a perceived girl. Other boys had felt that way at school and most flat out denied that Russet had said anything and continued to use his dead name and call him a girl.

Then there was Evon who was perfectly fine with it—almost too fine. It was if he knew all along but just waited for everyone else to catch up.

It meant far more than Russet was ever willing to admit. And after finding out—through Trinity—that Evon’s crush hadn’t gone away, he made it his mission in life to stay away from the kid if it was possible. The less time they spent together was less time he had to worry about slipping up and destroying a lifelong friendship.

That party was a mistake, choosing to be around Evon while he was drunk was a huge mistake, and agreeing to take on this project with him and Yasmine was easily the dumbest thing he’d ever done. And the video was proof.

Just as he was getting ready to travel down a rabbit hole of self hatred, his phone rang. He dreaded it being Evon and, lucky for him, it wasn’t.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he answered after a few seconds.

“Stuff,” Yasmine answered. They’d exchanged numbers before the trip since it would be best for all of them to be able to contact the other instead of Evon being the go-between. “We’ve got another interview on Tuesday.”

His brow furrowed. “This Tuesday?”

“Yep.” She sounded quite happy about it and, from her perspective he supposed it would be the sooner the better. “Our project has been approved by the boss and we have a month to work on it.”

“A month…isn’t that a bit, I don’t know, short?”

The woman laughed in a way that let him know just how much she and Evon were expected to do in such a short amount of time. Sure, he liked to have things done in a timely fashion but he felt quality was more important.

“It’s generous. Trust me.” She sighed.

“Got it,” Russet responded. “So where is the next destination?”

“…A few states away,” Yasmine spoke in a careful tone as if he’d disband from them.

“Ah, a little country traveling then,” he said with a smirk. His other hand seemed to move by itself and stated to roll the camera back and forth across the bed. “Doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

He could hear the sigh of relief. “Good. We’ll have to book a hotel while we’re there so…shit I guess I should get on that.”

Russet chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it; I’ll do it.”

That seemed to genuinely surprise her. “Oh…thanks, Russet. You don’t have to, you know.”

“I’m aware but…” he spoke and looked down at the camera in his hand. If he didn’t give himself something to do then he knew he would spend all night looking through his footage and over thinking things. “You two do enough already so I’ll pay for the hotels.”

“Okay,” she said, giving up her resistance to the idea rather easily.

“I’ll text you the place when I find it.”

“Send it in a group chat,” Yasmine declared before hanging up. It was almost startling.

Russet took his phone from beside his ear and watched the screen go dark. “Does nobody say goodbye…?”

#fort heaven #my novel #writeblr #lgbt writers

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funeralscythe · 9 months

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I am once again asking about your aus! What’s a cooking in your brain

finally gonna sit down and try to answer this!! fair warning, Long Post Ahead. also this is highly self indulgent and kinda sloppily put together but that's just 'cause i know which characters i want to play around with and have tunnel vision and can't be bothered to polish the irrelevant bits...

also if i seem unclear on certain bits of elden ring lore, it's because i am. that's just how elden ring lore is, miyazaki loves leaving things open to interpretation. shout out to hidetaka miyazaki for giving me a framework and letting me go crazy and go stupid with the rest of it thanks man ily.

edit: ALSO. if you know abt soulsborne stuff ignore my footnotes and explanations i realized i have no idea if you're a soulsborne fan or not.

the most relevant parts of elden ring's backstory to the fanfic are: in the lands between, there's this freaky hyper-controlling religious kingdom/organization/thing called the golden order, some dude called radagon was the consort of a neighboring kingdom called caria but left his wife queen rennala (a powerful lunar sorceress) and their three kids for the self-described "eternal god-queen" of the golden order named marika, becoming her consort instead. he leaves some sort of amber egg-shaped stone with her that possibly bewitches her, leaving her weakened and unable to be a threat to the golden order. caria's neighbors in raya lucaria, a magic academy that was previously taken over by rennala, decide to rebel and try to kill the whole royal family of caria.

however! and here is where the fanfiction-y parts start (i was too lazy to cast radagon, rennala, etc but i cast as many of the demigods as possible). her oldest son technoblade already ran away to study gravity magic, her middle son (i haven't figured out who he is yet don't look at me rykard's a weirdo he's difficult to pin down) was probably away from home as well tbhhh.... and her youngest, ranboo, escaped caria with the help of his half-wolf bodyguard, aimsey, leaving rennala imprisoned in the library of raya lucaria.

the timeline is kinda obscure so i took some liberties - radagon was cheatin' (shame on him) and already had *counts on fingers* three entire demigod kiddos with marika by the time he ditched rennala (family drama oooo). except due to Some Fuckery (don't ask me why but he and marika fused into a rebus at some point) all three of them were born cursed by various outer gods (we don't know much about these but they all seem pretty interested in the lands between and there seems to be this big constant struggle between them as to whose religion gets to be the most powerful one, if that makes sense). wilbur is cursed by the fell god of flame, niki is cursed by the god of scarlet rot, and as for tommy, it isn't clear which outer god got to him because he has so much going on, but mainly he's stuck looking like a 12 year old forever because of some sort of Life themeing and he's pretty unhappy about it.

wilbur and niki are constantly in pain from their fire and rot curses, which they can theoretically harness as weapons, but not without hurting themselves. tommy is a brilliant mage and has unlimited access to the path of dreams, and is friends with the scary eldritch goddess of dreams who seems to live there (it's more complicated than that), but also, he's physically 12 and people have a hard time taking him seriously. he's constantly working to find a way to cure wilbur and niki from their afflictions, thinking that the golden order would be able to save them, but he's slowly coming to the realization that it can't and he'll have to find his own way.

there's another thing, though: ranboo, niki, and tommy are all empyreans. empyreans are a special, powerful kind of demigod capable of becoming gods, like marika, although it seems like there can only be one at a time so marika would have to die for one of them to ascend. the issue with that is that marika removed death from the elden ring, which is kind of a, idk, sigil? guidebook? thing? that seems to dictate how life and death work in the lands between. by removing the rune of death, marika made herself and her demigod children (and step-children, in techno and ranboo's case) immortal. marika also made it seem like she's just been around and ruling forever and that there haven't been other gods before her but That's Another Story.

at some point marika calls her step-children to join her and radagon in leyndell now that they've been run out of caria. techno and [rykard, i still haven't. yeah.] show up to scope things out, techno fucks off almost immediately and heads southeast to start up his own thing in caelid near where he learned gravity magic. as for ranboo, though, this whole time he's been staying with and being taught by an old snow witch hiding up in the mountains who hates the golden order (valid, honestly), and she's been building on what rennala already taught him about his connection to the lands between's second, secret, dark moon (the cosmology here is wild) and teaching him snow sorcery as well. he's even more anxious and paranoid than he was before she started teaching him, while forcing himself to pretend that he isn't and that he has everything under control. like, daily affirmations type thing in the mirror, "you are a cool and capable supervillain sorcerer and nothing is going to get in your way."

anyway to make a long story short, she sent him to strike at the heart of the golden order and become the new god. except that this is still ranboo we're talking about so it takes him ages and many many panic attacks to even have the beginnings of an idea as to how to. do that.

there's still a lot more if you wanna hear it!! and there's also more highly self indulgent aus where this one came from, too!

#ask #needlebeetles

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saffyspirals · 3 years

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𝚜/𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜!

; with: mitsuya, hakkai, inui and hanma

; warnings: hanma swears (once) in front of a baby.

; author’s note: posted it by accident in the middle of editing, so i deleted it! luckily, i took a screenshot of the request, so you can still see what it said :)

𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

this guy loves you so much. he could literally write novels, just listing all the thousands of things that he loves about you.

you being an expert in making babies laugh is just another thing to include this in novel of his.

the first time mitsuya discovers this talent of yours, is when he’s taking you home after school.

you choose to stop by at a supermarket, because you’d like to pick up a few ingredients for dinner.

in the fruit and veg aisle, you find a middle aged woman carrying a wailing baby.

it’s clear she’s distressed; eyes darting round to look at judgemental shoppers who are wondering why she hasn’t managed to calm this baby down.

leaving your shopping trolley with mitsuya, you walk over to the pair.

“can i help?” you offer, to which she nods. you draw the child’s attention by gently cooing at it, before giving him your finger to hold.

he takes it, teary eyes quickly filling with curiously.

with your other hand, you ‘boop’ his nose, smiling as you do. this alone is enough to get the baby smiling too, and eventually to laugh.

his mother thanks you over and over for cheering her child up, to which you kindly wave her off, telling her it was, “no trouble at all!”

when you return to him, mitsuya is grinning from ear to ear.

“you never told me you were so good with kids!”

“ah, well…it’s just never come up in conversation!”

from there, he discovers something that had helped: you’d looked after your baby sibling, whenever your parents had to go out for whatever reason.

not only does mitsuya love the fact that you’re good with babies, he loves that the two of you have yet another thing in common.

he too looked after his two younger sisters (and still does), because of his working mother.

him discovering your talent just brings the two of you closer, really.

𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚒

because of the kind way you treat others, hakkai has always figured that you’d be good with kids.

he’s thought about what it’d be like to have kids with you, and came to the conclusion that you’d be an amazing mother.

but, he’d completely underestimated just how good you’d actually be!

hakkai asks you to come over one weekend. he sounds panicked, so you come over as quickly as you can.

wanting to make a little money, yuzuha offered to take care of the neighbour’s baby while his parents went to work.

she’d underestimated how difficult it would be; since the time he’d woken up from sleep, the baby hasn’t stopped bawling.

hakkai had been in his room, and, hearing all the noise, had come out to try and help.

evidently, he’d been unsuccessful, which is why he called you.

upon your arrival, hakkai takes you to his living room, where the baby is.

you don’t even flinch at how loud the baby is.

yuzuha hands you the baby, finally relieved to be able to distance herself from the child’s noise.

you take a seat on their sofa, sitting the baby on your lap.

“hey.” you greet, gently. the baby continues to cry, but he’s looking at you now, paying attention.

“i bet you miss your momma and papa, right?” you bounce him on your knee. “i’m sorry that you do. but they’ll be back soon. promise!”

as if it can understand, the baby babbles back, no longer crying. you tickle him underneath his chin, which gets him to smile.

yuzuha and hakkai watch you in awe.

once the baby is totally calm, you put him inside his high chair, and retrieve some baby food from the bag yuzuha had been given by the neighbours.

“how’d you do it?” hakkai questions, watching curiously as you feed the kid.

“mmmm…” you give him a lazy shrug. “i have a baby sibling at home too, so i guess i have a little experience.”

this is what you call a little experience??

hakkai shakes his head at you, telling you, you shouldn’t be so modest.

you are the best with babies — seriously, like god-tier level.

“you can meet her sometime, if you’d like?”

“i’d love to.”

𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒

inui and you are on FaceTime one evening.

you haven’t been able to see each other outside of school for a few weeks now, because you were grounded.

inui is halfway through a story about something funny that a teacher had said to another student today, when he’s interrupted by what sounds like somebody shrieking.

“oh, sorry! that’s my baby sister. thought she would stay asleep for the whole night…”

“you have a sister?” he asks, as you pause your camera. he hears the rustling of your sheets as you climb out of bed, and the creaking of your bedroom door when you open it.

“yeah. my parents are out tonight, so i’ve been left alone with her.”

you go into your parents room, and turn on the light. the crying quietens immediately, once your sister catches sight of your smiling face.

inui wishes he could have seen the interaction.

“hey, [sister’s name]! you should be asleep.” you tell her, tossing your phone on your parents’ bed before reaching into the crib.

“awh. you were just lonely. am i right?” sibling in one hand, you go and pick up your phone with the other. “well then, come hang with inui and me in my room!”

once you get back to your bedroom, and both you and your sister are comfortably laying down, you unpause your camera, allowing inui to see your face again.

“meet [sister’s name]! say hi, little sis! this is my boyfriend.”

of course, [sister’s name] doesn’t understand what you’re actually saying, but your tone is cheery enough to make her laugh.

inui is nothing short of mesmerised.

𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊

final exams are coming up.

you know that hanma won’t study unless pushed, so you invite him to come over the weekend before the first test.

originally, the two of you were meant to have the house to yourselves; your mother was heading to work, and was supposed to take your baby sister to the sitter’s house.

but, twenty minutes before your mother was meant to drop your sister off and go to work, the sitter cancels, claiming to be ill.

so, your mother leaves her behind, promising to make it up to you once she got home.

hanma sends you a message, telling you he’s outside.

you’re in the middle of putting the baby down for her afternoon nap, so you don’t see it.

your bf gets tired of waiting, and climbs over your fence into your backyard, to get in through the back door.

finally, your sister falls asleep. you gently lower her into her crib, careful not to wake her again.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief, before walking over to where your phone is, to check for any messages.

“oi. why the fuck didn’t you answer my message?” hanma’s booming voice startles not only you, but your sister, who wakes up and starts crying.

“shuji, i just put her to sleep!”

you head back over to the crib, and pick her up. hanma watches, confused.

…you have a baby sister?

you’ve been dating for a month, how did he not know?

before he can even blink, the displeased baby becomes settled.

your sister starts giggling innocently, as if she hadn’t been screaming just a moment ago.

you return her to her crib, and her eyes flutter shut.

you point hanma towards the door; both of you leave the room.

“i — uh. you didn’t tell me you were that good with kids.”

“you never asked, love.”

this newfound knowledge spreads an oddly warm feeling through hanma’s chest.

[here’s my masterlist] !

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐜.𝐡.

❝ i'm the love of your life, until i make you mad ❞

summary: how many chances does she have left to give? word count: 2.5k warnings: cussing (?), alludes to sexual themes, no proofreading note: i keep trying to rework this over and over and i think i finally got it. i hope you like this, this one is a little more personal to me <3. (also, i'm changing the layout of the fics bc i am too lazy to edit photos so i hope you like this)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 –––

𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.

The grey text bubble stares you in the face, and you nearly type a response. But you know better, you know there was an impending drop after the high, the screaming, the tears. Truthfully, your heart can’t handle another rollercoaster ride with Carter.

𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

That stupid nickname, one he coined for you when he saw your red cheeks after your first hockey game, unaware of how cold it actually was indoors. You remember the goofy smile on his face, how proud he was at the new name he had for you. You can almost hear his voice, the raspiness of it as he calls you that stupid nickname. Your index finger presses down on the power button of your phone, locking it, before placing it screen down on your nightstand. You turn your back to it, eyes shutting in hopes that sleep will keep you from giving in to temptation with green eyes.

But then your mind races, worry and anxiety settling in your bones at the possibilities of why he’d want you over at one-fucking-thirty in the morning. You aren’t dumb, you know exactly what will happen when you walk through his front door, the chaste kisses before you’re naked in his bed, trying to catch your breath before you roll out of it and return home like it never happened. It’s the question of what triggered him to even text you after approximately three weeks of radio silence. What changed?

Curiosity gets the best of you, so you turn over to grab your phone on the nightstand. You ignore the new texts from him, instead going straight for snapchat. You go through the stories of your shared friends, and it isn’t until you get to Beez’s story do you find your answer. You watch in awe as he and Carter slam three shots in a row, in one video. Then the next video, the one of friends dancing, you spot Carter chugging his beer in the background as Trav cheers him on. It isn’t until the end of his story, the one with Carter speaking gibberish into the camera, do you realize how drunk he was tonight.

There’s a loud knock on your door, shaking you from your nosy daze. You roll out of bed, wrapping your robe around your barely clothed body before opening the front door. The universe must be playing a sick joke on you, the stars laughing at your current situation as you stare at a very sheepish Joel holding onto a very drunk Carter.

“I’m sorry. He wouldn’t shut up, and he threatened to drive here himself. I had to.”

You rub your face in exasperation, a grunt of frustration escaping you. “It’s fine. Just… couch.”

You point to the piece of furniture, stepping aside to allow Bee to drag his friend through the door. You shut the door just as he plops Carter down, and you make a beeline for your kitchen. You can hear your heart in your head, the beating obnoxious as it races to calm you down before your mind sends you into a spiral.

“Y/n…” You turn at the sound of Joel’s voice, leaning on the counter as you look over at him, “I’m sorry. I know things… things aren’t great between the both of you. I can come back before morning skate to grab him. He’s asleep too, so you don’t even have to worry about talking to him.”

You nod, smiling wearily. “Alright Beez.” You sigh softly, “I think Carter has one of my spares in his wallet.”

You walk past the boy and towards the limp figure on the couch. His brown wallet sits on the coffee table, and you are quick to snatch it up. Your heart clenches as you open it, the polaroid photo of the both of you sitting nicely in his wallet. Your vision is blurred with tears for a split second before you blink them away, forcing yourself to look away from the picture. You squeeze the leather between your fingers, feeling for the small key. You peel back the empty card pocket, slipping your finger into it to pull out the silver spare.

“Here.” You hand Joel the key, “Let yourself in in the morning.”

“For sure. Thank’s y/n, and I’m sorry.”

You let Beez out and lock your door. It’s already two when he walks out, and exhaustion is finally beginning to wash over you. You quickly grab a fleece blanket for Carter, as well as aspirin and a water bottle for him to take in the morning. It isn’t until you are tucking him in did he begin to stir from his drunken slumber. His brows furrow, and his hand absentmindedly finds your arm.

“Rosy…” He mumbles.

“Yeah Carter?”

His eyes peel open, swollen with sleep. “I’m Hartsy.”

Your eyes dart away from him, a sigh escaping you. “Yeah, you are.”

“You never call me Carter. Only Hartsy.” He blinks rapidly, reaching out to cup your cheek. Against better judgment, you let him. “Are you mad at me?”

The alcohol made him forget, you assume. And you know better than to argue with him, so you smile softly. You take his hand on your cheek into your own, squeezing lightly. “Just tired. Go to sleep Hartsy. You need rest, you have a morning skate in four hours.”

His eyes droop tiredly, a small smile splayed on his lips. “Good night Rosy. I love you.”

You choke on air, those three words raising goosebumps on your skin. There is no time for a response, Carter’s soft snores filling the empty space before you can even react. You slowly retreat, letting go of his hand and turning off the lights.

In the six months and how many days you were “with” Carter, not once has he ever hinted that he ever felt that way about you. You were walking a fine line between dating and casual. It was a modern day situationship. You’ve spent the better part of your time together pushing and pulling him to and from your life. It’s always a rollercoaster of I need yous and I can’t do this anymores. Always one step forward, then three steps back.

But then three weeks ago, things changed. There was a shift in your dynamic, a change in your relationship in the form of a blonde puck bunny pressing her tits onto Carter’s chest and him simply allowing it. And as if that didn’t burn enough, he added fuel to the flame by walking out of the club with her in tow, leaving you in the dust and in shambles. You left him a text, a simple i’m done playing your game. And then it was radio silence. There was no attempt from either of you to reconcile like you’ve done before, no attempt to fix it with a late night hook up or breakfast at your favorite cafe. It was quiet.

You lay in bed, Carter’s voice repeating those three words over and over in your head until sleep washes over you. It’s a dreamless sleep, and you wake up to the sound of dishes clattering in your kitchen. For a split moment, you forget that you had a guest who was residing on your couch. Your ignorant bliss is immediately replaced by confusion. The sun is far too high for it to be six in the morning, so really who is in your apartment? Carter had to have left hours ago at this point.

You open your door carefully, peeking out into the general vicinity of your home. The green throw blanket is thrown over the back of the couch, and the TV is on playing at a very low volume. Carefully, you step out and walk towards the sound of movement. Carter moves comfortably in your kitchen, his back muscles moving beneath his skin as he spreads butter on his toast.

“Carter?”

He spins around quickly, relief flooding his features when he sees you. “Jeez you’re quiet. Didn’t even hear you come.”

“You’re still here… what happened to the morning skate?”

“Canceled. It’s an afternoon one now. Toast?” He offers. You shake your head, arms crossing over your chest.

“Beezer picking you up?”

Carter chuckles as he takes a bite into his toast. “In a rush to get rid of me?”

“Yeah, actually.” You mumble, walking into your kitchen to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

“Ouch.” He smirks, putting his toast down, “Still bitter?”

Your jaw drops at his crassness, the lack of sensitivity. Your blood boils, and you know very well that your skin is turning red. “You have some nerve Carter, some fucking nerve.”

You abandon the empty bowl and the box of cereal on the counter, walking away from the brunette. To no surprise, you hear his footsteps pad behind you and he is quick to pull you back from moving any further.

“Hey. It was a joke.”

You scoff, “Not a good one.” You yank your arm from his grip, “You need to leave.”

“Well since I’m here, why can’t we just talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” You challenge, “What is there possibly left to say at this point Carter?”

“You don’t think there isn’t anything worth talking about?” He raises a brow, “Considering the last time we saw each other?”

“I said all I needed to. I’m done with the games, I’m done playing it. Go play with your new blonde bunny.”

“Wow, nice.” He scoffs, “Thought you valued communication, valued a conversation, valued talking things out. Where’s all that y/n?”

“I already communicated with you Carter!” You snap, “I told you what I wanted, told you that I didn’t want you to sleep with other people, to do shit like that while you’re with me! Why should I have to repeat myself? Why should I have to remind you?” Your breathing is jagged and hot tears stream down your face as your frustration fills you to the brim. Images of that night three weeks ago flooded your mind. “You don’t respect me enough, don’t value me enough. You begged me to come out, kept me close until your blondey came around and suddenly I was nothing. You made me look like a fool in front of our friends, your teammates.”

Carter is quiet, studying your features with furrowed brows. You can see the guilt in his eyes, in the way his lips curve down, and his ears turning red. He was ashamed.

“You didn’t even try to apologize either. You avoided me, didn’t try to call, or text, or something half-assed like tell Joel or T.K. to invite me to something. Nothing.”

“Oh fucks sake Y/n,” He retorts, “I’m always apologizing, always the first one to initiate a talk, always-”

“Because you always fuck up!”

A thick blanket of quiet covers the room, only the sound of angry breathing heard. You weren’t wrong, and he knew that. But, fuck, you didn’t need to say it. Now it’s out there, the universe listening closely to the exchange. The first time Carter came knocking on your door with flowers in hand, it was a petty problem. It was small, something he may or may not have said while he was drunk that made you drop him home early. The second time, he ignored you at a party hosted by the WAGs, one you helped plan. He was frustrated with how his season was going at the time. He was too consumed with a conversation with Claude to even give you a second of his time to tell you what a great job you had done. You had become a fly on the wall, watching everyone weave their way through the party and find their places, leaving no room for you to fit.

Carter knows his sporadic moods and his need to tug you along has worn you down. He’s always feared the day you would have enough of him and his baggage would come, and now he believes it’s finally here. Your face only reads anger, disappointment, rather than the tear stained cheeks he’s become so used to. Tears that showed him you cared. There’s a sense of tiredness in your eyes, a plea for him to just walk out of your home and your life for good.

But he wasn’t ready.

“You’re right. I’ve fucked up so many times, too many times. Hurt you, embarrass you…. and there’s no excuse, no reason other than I’m a dick.” You chuckle humorlessly, pushing your hair out of your face and shaking your head. “I’m so sorry y/n, I’m trying to be better for you, I am. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going to wait around for you to fucking figure it out Carter,” You mumble, walking towards the front door, heart heavy with each step. Hurt rises to your throat as your fingers wrap around the cold door knob.

“Y/n, please no.” Carter takes long strides to fall to his knees as his arms find their way around your waist, head buried in your side. Your heart clenched at the firm grip he had on you, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. “Don’t let go now.”

“Then when?” You whisper, “You might want me now, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? What do I do when you don’t want me, when I’m no longer the one you want?”

“I always want you… I… I love you.”

Your eyes meet his bloodshot ones, the rosy tinge in his nose and cheeks. His words shoot through you like arrows soaked in acid, burning your flesh and breaking you down. Words meant to sound so sweet, tasted bitter in your mouth.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do, Rosy.”

“No you don’t, Carter.”

His calloused fingers move to clasp your hand, tugging you down to his level. You give in, knees buckling to meet the floor beneath you. You are putty in his hands, body molding into his touch as soft cries and whimpers escape you. A gentle shhh moves past Carter’s lips as he rubs your back, his chin resting atop your head as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

“I love you. I really do, I swear.”

“Carter please.” You shake your head, only moving enough so that you can crane your neck to look at him. “Please stop.”

His confession drowns you, squeezes your lungs tight. You dreamed of drowning in such words and affections. But here you are, begging for him to take it right back.

“You love me now, you say that you really do. But what about when you’re bored, or mad, or find another pretty little penny when we go out? Hm? Where’s the love then?”

Carter shifts between your sad eyes. “Don’t be done, just give me one more chance. One more, please.”

A sob forces its way up your throat, sounding strangled as the sound pushes past your lips. Your cries burn Carter’s ears, clenches his heart tight. With your palms flat against his chest, you push him away. You force yourself to your feet, glancing down at him one last time. You see the plea in his eyes, the hurt in his tear stained cheeks. He mirrored who you used to be. This was it, a culmination of your heartache and pain manifesting in this very moment as you stand over Carter.

“I’m all out of chances to give.”

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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please do #19 with ransom🤭

A/N: Hey, sweet anon. I let all of my requests build up so hence the long wait, which i am sorry for. However, i really hope you love this. I was supposed to upload an Andy Barber request first but it’s a long one and i’m in the process of editing it for y’all. But for now, here is a steamy, short and sweet Ransom fic because he’s my fave, to keep y’all satisfied for now.

Prompt #19: "Do you need me to finger you first?"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, vaginal fingering, brief thigh riding, degradation, swearing and a small mention of murder and prison. 18+ as always guys!

Word Count: 2,210

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Get You Ready

It’s 2:45pm, early afternoon time in Massachusetts and you’re currently held up and pre occupied in the middle of nowhere in a rented cabin with Boston’s most notorious playboy. Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

To say you’ve become well acquainted with the convicted murdered would be an understatement to say the least. He’s dangerous, bad news or a bad egg as your mother likes to say. But you couldn’t bring yourself to abandon him when he got arrested, and so the regular visits began.

At first, you tried to deny him the simplest pleasures of just kissing you, you refused to give yourself to a man with such a unsettling reputation. However, that refusal didn’t last long. He found a way, by somehow coercing you into succumbing to his touch, the slow drag of his lips across yours before he bit down hard on your bottom lip was enough to have you panting and keening for more.

And so it continued...

The kissing turned to touching and the touching turned to more, with your consent of course.

But the haze of white bed sheets and lazy morning sex had to end at some point, that point being the death of Harlan, Ransom’s grandfather.

From the moment news broke of his death, Hugh began to act shady, and although you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, you knew you had reason to be suspicious.

The will reading then fast approached and it only got worse, his restlessness, the way he seemed to be so irritable yet so unable to find anything to help. Nothing would suffice, not even the soft touch of your hand on his shoulders to massage the tension away.

And then Marta was handed everything...literally on a silver platter. Though you couldn’t fault Harlans choice, the same could not have been said for the good for nothing, money grabbing Thrombey's and Drysdale’s. They were angry, seething even. However, Ransom was peculiarly calm, it was worrisome.

Days passed with Blanc trying to solve the mystery of the best selling authors demise but to no avail. No one could figure it out. Fingers were pointed, digs were thrown. But no one knew, just who did kill Harlan Thrombey? It was a mystery.

That was until Hugh Ransom Drysdale was found out, Blanc clocked on eventually, he realised how Ransom had pulled the wool right over his eyes, for far too long.

This same realisation led to his arrest.

But with great lawyers, he weaselled his way out of a long sentence.

The day of his release, and much to your mothers dismay, you rushed into his arms. You wanted to be the first person he saw, the first person he held. You wanted him to know what he meant to you, how loyal you were to him. And you still are.

Throughout all of the shit that’s been thrown at the two of you, you’re still together, albeit in some old cabin in the middle of nowhere, but together nonetheless.

And now here you are on an extremely cold day, wrapped up in his warm embrace as you lay between his spread legs. Your head is rested on his chest as his fingers brush against your clit for the umpteenth time today, you had a taster of his cock inside of you and after days of him being too busy, it hurt a little, the stretch.

See, how you ended up here is a funny story, you dared to tread the waters around him whilst he was working on something in his study and in doing so, you earned a punishment.

He had told you he was busy one time too many and you didn’t listen, you actively ignored his refusals.

The whore that you’ll always be for him just couldn’t resist getting on her knees as he sat there man spreading and looking too good not to touch. And the moment you worked at his belt to pull his slacks and boxers down, his hardened cock sprang free from its confines and he looked too good not to taste.

But before you could wrap your sweet gloss covered and tempting lips around the throbbing tip that leaked his tasty pre-cum, he gripped your face aggressively with one hand. His phone rang in the other and as he answered, his punishing grip relented and he was tapping his lap for you to sit down on it, not before he signalled for you to strip though.

Whilst you undressed, he shimmied out of is slacks, until they dropped to his feet along with his boxers. He stepped out of them and waited for you to straddle him, for you to sink down on his hardened length. But just as you were about to, a better idea rose to light. Instead he manoeuvred the two of you so that you were straddling his thigh, the words ‘ride it’ that he mouthed let you know that that was all that you’d be getting today.

The phone conversation seemed to drag out agonisingly but he’d assist you by moving his thigh just to give you some reprieve, some friction, even if it only lasted a second.

However, once the phone call came to an abrupt end, it was game on. You began to move more, letting moans slip so casually until he stood up with you in his arms. He carried you to the bedroom, taking his time to admire every inch of your face as he walked, you felt warm under his stare.

Reaching the bedroom, Ransom positioned the two of you so that you were between his spread legs, your own legs wide open for his pleasure. He began to toy with your cunt, muttering degrading words while he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you just by rubbing at your over sensitive clit and now you’re not sure you even have another inside of you.

“Does my dumb baby need my cock?”

Your eyes droop as you fight off your spent state, but you still manage a slow nod as you turn your head to look back at him, eyes pleading for just an inch of him to be buried inside of you.

“Beg for it, baby”

With a dry mouth and zero energy, you whisper “please, daddy. Please fuck me with your cock”

Your words, nothing but a whine to his ears but since you’ve been such a good girl thus far, he caves in easily until before you know it, you’re on your back with Ransom hovering above you.

He pumps his shaft a couple times, before tapping it against your sex lightly, making you jolt.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, lust blown eyes focused on yours as they turn darker. You give a simple nod along with a meek little “yes” to satisfy him.

And with that he slams inside of you, causing you to cry out in pain.

Ransom may be a lot of things, but he can never bring himself to fuck you if you’re uncomfortable. He prefers you to enjoy the sex.

His hips come to a rushed halt as he lowers his head to where yours is laying on the pillow beneath, his thumb brushing your tears away.

“Shhh, what is it, baby?”

“It’s been a couple days since we last did anything, i’m a little tight, it just hurt that’s all” you explain, trying to signal for him to continue. But instead he chuckles, pulling out entirely and pulling your bottom lip down as his other hand roams south.

“Does my dumb baby need a little help? Do you need me to finger you first, hm? Get that tight cunt ready for me?”

His crass words resonate deep within, sending more arousal to pool at your sore entrance and regardless of how bad it hurts, you want him.

“No, i want you now-”

“Hush, baby. Let daddy take care of it for you”

His lips begin to trail from your tear stained cheek to your lips and then down to the valley between your breasts. He sucks a now hardened nipple into his mouth, biting down and flicking his tongue across it with precision but you daren’t get too used to it as he soon moves further down toward your needy and aching sex.

Once he reaches it, your chest begins to rise and fall, your breath growing heavier.

You watch on as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit and he repeats this action a couple more times before sucking on the pulse point, flicking his tongue just like he did across your nipple. Your back arches and endless lewd moans slip as you struggle to contain how good he feels.

Two thick digits slip inside of you, scissoring you open and easing you through the stretch to prepare you for him once again. The thing with Ransoms size is that regardless of how often you fuck, he’ll always need to prepare you before he fucks you.

“Tastes so good, baby” he coos, his fingers pumping in and out of you, slowly at first and then the pace picks up until your clutching at the sheets beneath you. His mouth giving your body that extra push toward the edge, the pool of pleasure awaiting you below as you writhe around, enjoying every second of his sinful mouth.

“Ransom” you groan, hips bucking up to meet the rhythm of his fingers, chasing that all important release.

It’s like whenever Ransom is involved, your body ignites and you turn into a blazing inferno, every inch of you so needy for him, it never fades.

He has you right where he wants you and you feel absolutely no shame in that.

Your bodies are drawn together constantly, like a magnetic pull is responsible. And as much as your family don’t approve, you adore it.

The feel of his fingers curling inside of you, the tips poking that spongy spot deep within you that has the power to send your body into a shaking mess. You crave that release now, you’re starving for it. And you’re going to make sure he gives it to you.

The continuation of your hips rolling and bucking alerts Ransom of how close you are and a smirk appears on his sinister face... here comes trouble.

Without missing a beat, he withdraws his fingers from your tight cunt, lifting them up for you to see the way your slick covers them beautifully. His tongue dips out to wet his lips as he ogles the sight of your arousal before he takes them into is mouth, his tongue working expertly, making sure that every drop hits his tastebuds.

An overly satisfied and deep guttural groan rumbles from him and you feel your eyes widen at the hottest sight you’ve ever seen. Ransom in his element, pleasuring you until you break for him.

There’s just something about the way he fucks, the way he teases, the way he touches and kisses. It’s him in all of his glory.

He merely has to look in your direction with those darkened lust filled orbs and you’re a goner, weak at the knees. Some people’s talents lie in photography or creative writing, but Ransom’s lies in the art of seduction and pleasure. He knows exactly what he’s doing and no other man has ever come close to him.

It makes you question how you coped all that time before you met him.

“You think you can handle me now, hm?” his degrading tone doesn’t skim over your head, but somehow you live for the way his entire demeanour switches when it comes to these things.

He hovers above you once again, his hands braced either side of your head as he urges you to lift your legs up as high as you can before he drapes them over his broad shoulders.

Your breathing picks up, your chest rising and falling as your eyes remain locked on his, the tip of his impressive size nudging at your entrance. The edging he put you through now a distant memory as he eases in, or at least for the first 2 inches. Then he slams in, forcing you to take the rest of him, all the way.

“God” you scream, hands scrambling around again, searching for something to claw at as his hips snap into you, his pace nothing short of unforgiving.

“God can’t save you now” he grumbles, mouth falling open as he scrunches his face up in reaction to the feel of your pussy wrapped around him in a fist like grip. Wet and perfect.

The noises filling the room are making you grateful that you’re well away from everyone else, your own little safe haven in the middle of nowhere, no one can interrupt you now.

And It’s bound to be a long night....

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kemakoshume · 2 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 // enji todoroki x daughter!reader 🕊.⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ the first time was an accident, the next time it won't be.

a/n: i just cranked this out literally twenty minutes ago in one sprint & im too lazy atm to edit so apologies for any errors. not my usual content lol but this was on my mind so here, accept the gift. just a disclaimer for the ppl who don't know how tags work... if you don't like it... don't read it + liking something in fiction doesn't mean i think its acceptable irl yadda yadda yadda. [1.3k, enjoy!] ~

edit: coming back to add that this will be chaptered now! [pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3] <3 this can be read as a standalone though

warnings: father x daughter, mentions of p in v sex, masturbation, family time, tw incest obviously, voyeurism if you squint :D

The first time you cum in front of your daddy is on accident.

You’re in the living room together with your big sister Fuyumi, and your father, Enji, and your big brothers too, watching movies together for the first time in a while; the first time in so long you can barely remember the last. The living room was large—definitely big enough for you to sit correctly on a couch all by yourself, but you don’t want that.

You’re just so excited. Practically vibrating all over with glee at the mere prospect of spending time with your family, your whole family; minus your mother. Though, to be fair, you didn’t really miss her much. You liked the idea of having your Daddy all to yourself. You barely knew her, so her being gone was the least of your worries.

What mattered was that he was finally trying. He noticed you, finally, and was trying his best to be present—to be good, and you could finally show him how much you loved him despite him never noticing.

He was giving you the chance to make him notice you—to be his new favorite, even more than Shoto. The thought of it made you want to scream.

In all your joy at the sight of your daddy sitting on the couch, with some popcorn clutched in his large right hand, you climb up on the arm of the couch next to him. The desire to be as close as you can that you don’t even want to sit on the cushion beside him. No, you need to be right up against his arms, right in his face where he can see you and you can feel him—his strong dominant presence so soothing beside you.

“Alright, Natsuo. Startup the film. I have patrols in three hours,” he says, jutting out his chin to motion towards the DVD player.

Your big brother huffs, dragging himself off of the couch to put in the film Fuyumi had rented, lowering himself back onto the couch across from you with the rest of the siblings. The lights were off in the space, the only extra illumination in the room coming from the fire crackling lowly in the fireplace on the opposite wall.

Your skin is bathed in the orange glow from the fire, the warmth from both it and your flame-hero father sitting beside you making you feel soothed and warmed through to your bones.

Because you’ve effectively taken up the whole armrest, the hero has to wrap his arm around your ass, letting his hand loosely settle on your hip. Not grabbing you, but running his fingertips along the skin there. Innocent, absentmindedly, and your heart swells. He had never been an affectionate man in general, but he's changing. He's touching you, for the first time in the longest time, and it feels good.

The movie is going on, some romance film or another where the couple begins yelling and fighting but it ends in a kiss, and that kiss turns to more. You feel your father stiffen a bit as the scenes flash across the screen in a PG-13 appropriate haze, but still. His hands are more firm on your hip now, even dipping a bit lower to rest on your ass.

You don’t really notice the little circles you’re making with your hips—only really processing the sight on the TV in front of you, and the feeling of your father’s fingers tracing little figure-eights on the exposed meat just below the hem of your shorts. It feels good—when you rock back and forth on the extra-firm filling on the arm of the couch. You angle your hips down a bit, grinding your clit against the furniture as you imagine that’s your daddy touching you like the man is for the woman on screen.

His tongue on your neck, his hands touching your breasts, and his cock pistoning in and out of your barely used pussy.

You lick your lips, the small huff of air exiting your lungs nearly inaudible over the crescendo of music blasting from the speakers as the scene changes into something more upbeat. The couple is dancing down the New Orleans streets, with pretty lights and awed spectators all around them. It’s beautiful, and it feels so sweet when the man kisses her again.

Fuck, you wanted your daddy to kiss you like that—to make you feel as loved and whole and important as the men in the movies always did for their heroines. You wanted his hands to touch your body and his tongue against your clit and for him to say your name like sweet nothings when he came inside of you and held you close.

He feels your hips moving then; wrapping his arm firmly around your waist, squeezing the plump flesh as he leaned in towards your ear.

“Y’okay... honey? You’re shaking. Do you need me to do something for you?” he says, his lips lightly brushing against the shell of your ear. “You can trust me, I promise. Tell Daddy what's wrong.”

You look over at your father, looking into his deep blue eyes and melting beneath the warmth of his body so close to yours. You don’t mean for it to happen then, when you’re looking directly down at the man who gave you life. His face shows so much at once; a lifetime of regrets and a growing urge to please—a man who longs to make up for lost time, for not being the best man he could be for you. Looking into his eyes, seeing it all, you let go.

“I, Daddy,” you moaned, airy and louder than you could control, as the little rubber band stretched inside of you finally snapped—your little cunt sloppy and wet and dripping all over the fabric of the couch as you hump yourself into climax at his words. “Just want you—to be good for you.”

You’d be lying if you said the look on his face wasn’t at least a little comical, but the look on your siblings’ faces… not so much. You like to think that they think you did it by accident; since technically you did. Cumming so hard and so fast that you were dizzy was not something you intended to do in front of your siblings; it felt as though you and your daddy were the only ones in the room. Still, it was something you wanted—something spurred on by your thoughts—not just a spontaneous result of young adult hormones at work.

You accept it when Fuyumi comes over to you and asks if you’re feeling sick, trying to cover up for you despite the slight flush on your skin, with your nipples hard and visible through your camisole, and your little cotton shorts basically molded to your sex from the sheer amount of lubricant dripping from your cunt.

You pretend not to see how hard your daddy is when she whisks you away, the movie forgotten as your sister sets up a bath in the springs for you and helps wash down your body like she used to in simpler times.

You pretend to be lost in the night when you tiptoe out of your room, shimmying your way into your daddy’s bed nude to wait for him in the morning. You pretend not to like it when he scoops you up, and holds you for the first time, and fucks into you so deep and hard in those early hours of the morning that you cry. And most of all, you pretend not to be giddy with anticipation when your sister suggests that you all watch a movie again, as a family.

And in turn, they pretend not to notice when you cum for him again—riding yourself up to a high while he paints the inside of his pants white while some boring movie plays, rubbing the exposed skin on your body that you deliberately show more and more of every time.

You made a decision, that every time from then on that you came for him would be on purpose.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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safe space ~ corpse husband

word count: 1296

request?: yes!

“Ok I just had this random imagine idea for corspe husband pop into my head. Its kinda long but I think it would be cute. The reader gets panic/anxiety attacks too but the reader had never been able to calm down or have a safe space when they have them. One time they were on the verge of having one and corspe just held them and they calmed down and they were surprised. It happens like that a few times and the reader realizes he's their safe space. One time they were about to have one and corspe was in his room editing (not streaming or recording) and the reader goes to him and plops on his lap and he's confused and the reader mumbles something like safe space and he's just shocked and happy. Idk I think its cause I just had one that I thoguht of this. I know its long. I just want some long cute corspe fluff. 🖤”

description: in which she finds out that her safe space is in his arms

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety attacks

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The first time we realized that Corpse was my safe space was during an Among Us stream. I was in Corpse’s room playing so that we didn’t accidentally cheat off of one another. The round had ended with me throwing and voting for Leslie instead of Felix, causing the imposters to win, which resulted in everyone immediately yelling when they could all unmute their mics again.

I knew they weren’t actually mad, but I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with all the yelling. My breathing was becoming quicker and more shallow, and everything I could possibly say caught in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes and my hands were shaking so bad I could barley even try to type anything in the chat. No one noticed my silence over all the shouting, except for Corpse, who knew me all too well.

The door to his YouTube room opened and the next thing I knew, his arms were around me, holding me tightly.

“They’re not actually mad,” he whispered, soothingly, in my ear. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

Although it was still a long process of coming down from my attack, I felt myself relax in his arms quicker than I normally did. I cuddled my head into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat until I felt myself feeling better. Corpse ended his stream and both of us left the game to spend the rest of the night just cuddling in bed together.

After that, Corpse became my safe place. Whenever he was around for an anxiety attack, he’d take me in his arms and would hold me as long as I needed him to. When he was busy, I’d put on one of his hoodies that smelled like him, which did the trick well enough but not as much as actually feeling his arms around me.

One day, I was hunched over my laptop, trying to make sense of the assignment I had been given for one of my classes. The wording of the assignment made absolutely no sense, and what was expected was extremely confusing. I didn’t know anyone in my class well enough to reach out and ask for help, so I felt stuck. And, of course, the stupid thing was due in a week’s time and I didn’t even know where to start for it.

My mind began to fill with anxious thoughts. I was convinced that this one assignment was going to lead to my ultimate failure of the entire class, and I was sure that that’s what I deserved.

You should’ve started earlier, a voice in my mind was saying. If you fail you deserve it. You have no one to blame but yourself, you lazy piece of shit.

Corpse was in his YouTube room, luckily just editing a video and not actually recording or streaming. As I felt my anxiety attack coming on, I debated on walking in without warning. I needed him more than anything right now, but I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was technically working. However, my vision was already becoming blurred from a combination of tears and how bad I was shaking, so I knew this would be a bad one that I couldn’t ride out on my own.

Corpse looked up at me as I walked into the room without knocking. He looked confused, but pushed his chair out anyways to give me room to curl up on his lap.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a mixture of confused and amused.

“Safe space,” I mumbled against his chest. My shaking was already becoming less intense.

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. We sat like that for some time. I listened to Corpse’s steady heartbeat, a soothing sound that could’ve lulled me to sleep if I wasn’t still coming down from my near attack.

After a while, I felt Corpse move his chair back to his desk. He leaned forward ever so slightly as to not disrupt me on his lap and continued to edit his video. I watched as he did so, giggling at the parts that made me laugh, which was approval enough for Corpse to keep them in the video.

We were sat like that for nearly an hour. I had long calmed down, but I was so comfortable in Corpse’s arms that I didn’t want to move. When he finished editing, I turned to face him, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked, resting his hands on my hips.

“I am now,” I confirmed. “I’m sorry for bothering you while you were editing.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. You know you can always come to me when you need me.”

I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a light kiss on the nose, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, my voice low in a whisper.

“Saying I’m too good to you implies that you don’t deserve someone who is going to be there for you at all times,” he said. “Which you do. You deserve that and so much more.”

“You’re gonna make me cry!” I said, blinking away the tears of happiness that were forming in my eyes. “Stop being so cute!”

“I can’t, it’s a disease. I can’t get rid of it.”

I giggled and kissed him again.

“Want to talk about what had you so worked up?” he asked.

I sighed and leaned back more to look at him. “It’s that stupid assignment for my class. I’ve left it for too long and now it’s due next week and I have no idea what to do for it. I’m afraid I’m gonna fail, the assignment and the class...and I feel like I deserve to fail for leaving it so late.”

“A week is plenty of time to work on it once you have it figured out,” Corpse said. “Can you email your professor to get it explained?”

“I can try, but she’s awful for responding. Last time I emailed her she didn’t respond until the day it was due, and by then I had already bullshit my way through the assignment and submitted it. I don’t even know I can do that for this one.”

“It’s worth a try. You can email her, then I’ll see if there’s any way I can help you figure it out while you wait. I warn you though, I am not the brightest person out there.”

“Well that’s a lie. You’re much smarter than I am.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. That’s the simp in you clouding your judgement of me.”

I chuckled at this as Corpse pulled me to him to kiss my neck. I let out a squeal as he rose from his chair, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his arms still holding me tightly.

He carried me back to his room and basically threw me down on his bed. He took my school stuff off the bed and proceeded to flop down on top of me, effectively pinned me down to the bed.

“Get up! I gotta email my prof!” I laughed, trying - and failing - to push him off of me.

“You can email later. I want to cuddle.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, but in truth I was grateful for this moment. No stress, no anxiety, just the love of my life in my arms and his head on my chest. I played with his curly brown hair as he ran his fingers gently over my sides.

This was my safe space, my happy place. And I truly couldn’t ask for a better one.

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watercolorfreckles · 3 years

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The Villain and His Therapist - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"You know, that shade of pink looks lovely on you," Villain purred, descending the stairs to lean against the kitchen counter.

Juliet paused where she was scrambling eggs in a skillet and glanced down at her attire of soft blue pajama pants and oversized grey sweater. "I'm not wearing any pink," she said slowly, lifting her gaze to look at the Villain.

He'd just come down from a shower, dark locks of hair curling over his forehead. He smelled of her green apple shampoo. It made her insides swoop all funny.

Villain's lips tugged into an easy grin as he took one step closer, two. He paused directly in front of her to lift a hand, brushing his knuckles feather-light against her burning cheek.

"I was referring to your blush. It suits you quite beautifully." His voice was liquid gold. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

Remembering herself, Juliet swatted his hand away and covered her cheeks with her palms. "I'm not blushing."

He didn't try to hide the amusement on his face.

"Mm, whatever were you thinking about, Doctor Meadows?" Villain took Juliet's hands to gently pry them away from her face, using the hold on her wrists to pull her closer.

Juliet sucked in a soft breath, looking up at him. The sun streaming through the window caught the highlights of his handsome face and illuminated his dark irises, turning them to molten amber.

"I...was...thinking about how gentle you can be. When you calmed me down that night, you were patient and sensitive; you displayed a lot of empathy and care. I'm really proud of you. You've come a long way."

Villain's grin grew a little softer as he tilted his head to the side, studying her face. The way he looked at her used to make her feel like prey being stalked by a lion. Now...it made her feel like she was the only thing in his universe.

Her stomach fluttered.

Juliet swallowed, continuing. "I imagine it isn't easy for you to be so vulnerable. I'm glad that you feel safe enough with me to be soft."

Villain brushed her fringe away from her face, tapping the side of her head. "That psychologist brain of yours never turns off, does it?"

She smiled sheepishly, gaze dipping down to the floor.

Villain's finger hooked under her chin, lifting it gently. "I never said I didn't like it. You are my therapist, after all."

Villain leaned in closer, eliciting the slightest hitch in her breath. He smiled, relishing her response.

His breath ghosted over her lips, leaving them tingling in anticipation.

"Yours?" she asked softly. Her mouth had gone dry.

"Would you like to be?"

Juliet's thoughts were rarely clear on her face. She was difficult to read under the years of training keeping her steady and prepared. Villain wanted to unpick that artificial calm from her; to map her every reaction. He wanted to watch her sigh and blush and smile...

"The eggs are going to burn," Juliet whispered, watching him.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Villain reached over her shoulder, turning off the stove. In one fluid movement, he turned with her, pressing her back against the counter.

If her cheeks were warm before, they were blazing now. Villain smiled again, this time something so fond it dazzled her senses. The world narrowed to just the two of them, flush together.

Juliet's hands fell against Villain's chest, lightly resting against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She breathed in his scent.

"Villain?"

"Mm?" he murmured, the hum of his voice vibrating against her palms.

"When your brother- What he said about how you feel...about me... Is it true?" She held his gaze, holding her breath.

"My sweet Juliet Meadows." His voice alone was enough to melt her. He took one of her hands with deliberate gentleness and placed a kiss against her fingers. "If only I were brave enough to say it out loud."

"You can say it in other ways," Juliet breathed.

His eyes gleamed.

"Oh I intend to," Villain said softly.

Villain's gaze flicked down to Juliet's lips. He kept one hand on her waist, slotting the other into her hair. He leaned in until their lips brushed. Pausing, he seemed to catch himself, probably remembering Juliet's comments in therapy about the importance of healthy communication.

He smiled again, sharp and beautiful. His warm breath grazed her skin while his thumb traced lazy circles against her jaw. "May I?" he whispered, his lips hovering just barely above hers.

Juliet opened her mouth to answer, and-

The door burst open.

Juliet jolted in surprise, panic shooting through her as she gripped Villain's arms before she caught sight of who was really at the door.

The figure was fitted in a deep red super-suit, a black mask concealing his identity.

She relaxed, releasing a breath through gritted teeth. "Hero?"

"Doctor Meadows," Hero said, relief flooding his expression. "I heard what happened to you on the news and with Supervillain's escape, I knew you were in danger so I-"

His eyes narrowed as he seemed to notice Villain for the first time. "You get away from her," he hissed marching closer, crimson beams of tech-powered energy sparking to life in his palms. "Let her go and get out."

Villain hardened at the sight of him in turn, straightening and pulling out an advanced weapon. "Now that's insulting, at least I was invited inside." His voice was smooth and dangerous. Chilling.

A far cry from the man who had held her close and smiled fondly only moments ago.

Juliet stepped between them, holding up a hand in each direction. "Stop."

"You invited him in? Doctor Meadows, he's Supervillain's brother! He's probably here to finish the job for him!"

"Oh that's rich," Villain interjected. "For all your self-righteous monologues begging me to change, to be better, when I actually try, you can't accept it."

"I'm not willing to bet Doctor Meadow's life on your 'moral awakening,'" Hero spat.

"Hero," Juliet said in the no-nonsense voice her job often required her to use. "Take a deep breath. Villain would never hurt me, you don't need to worry about that."

"He-"

"-is in rehabilitation," Juliet finished for him. "He is my patient, just as you are. He has made tremendous progress, you are in no position to discredit his reformation. I promise you that I am safe with him."

Hero stared, studying the pair. Villain's jaw was clenched, glaring hard at the hero. Juliet touched his shoulder and some of the tension immediately dissolved from him.

Hero extinguished the energy beams in his palms, shifting into a less guarded stance. He regarded them for a second longer.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"You want to prove you have good intentions? Help me find Supervillain and bring him in, for good this time," Hero said. "I can't do it alone."

Villain turned to look at Juliet. She stepped closer, taking his hand as she spoke.

"No. I don't want you to put yourself in a position where your recovery might be compromised again. You're too close to the situation to act rationally, and it would be too much of a trigger for you."

Villain's gaze softened as it landed on her, any hostility in his demeanor vanishing like it had never been there. He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers, leaning in. His thumb dipped down to graze her lips.

Villain kissed her cheek, her chin, the corner of her mouth. He straightened, eyes intent, looking like he wanted to kiss her properly--but not until they were alone.

When time would suspend like frost in the air and the moment would belong solely to the two of them, in the quiet and safety of each other.

Juliet's skin felt cold at the loss of his touch. Dread swirled in the pit of her stomach.

Villain turned to Hero, observing him for a moment before extending a hand to shake. "Deal."

Sorry I haven't posted in so loooong. I kept putting off writing this bc I was worried id mess it up lol. This is officially the longest series I've posted so far (the rest of my snippets have 3 parts or less) so wooo! Let me know if you want to see more :)

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worminstuff · 3 years

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Hi!! If you write for technoblade I’d LOVE some fluff?! maybe cuddling while he’s filming/editing? or just him being so happy he’s found someone who he has such a good connection with😭 thank you sm in advance

I've been meaning to get around to some techno stuff! I cant believe its taken me this long actually

Technoblade x reader

techno edits all the time, its half of his job after all. You've kept him company while hes edited plenty of times, why is this time so different?

^^^^^

It was around 8pm, and you had woken up about an hour ago. Which explained relatively well why you were adorning a chic green crewneck, with some old stains of sorts, some plaid boxers, and a pair of socks to many sizes to big.

“Hey can you grab me water while you're- Is that my sweater? I forgot I had that where did you get that?” You were stood in the doorway with your hands by your side covered by the sleeves of the sweater, staring at him. He blinked at you, waiting for an answer to his question.

“No...Its uh...Mine?” You did not want to tell him how you were to lazy to wash all of your dirty clothes so, as anyone would, you dug through your boyfriends closet.

“That's just not true, “ He shook his head chuckling. he turned his chair slightly so he was fully facing you, “You could've asked you know” He held his hand out so you made your way towards him. When he noticed the drag in your feet he realized you'd gone so far to steal his socks.

“Yeah but I didn't.” You replied, still only staring at him.

“Well obviously..” He gestured up and down at your outfit.

Once you were in front of him holding, not his full hand, but his pinky, he looked up at you contently. He knew you didn't mean to distract him, but how could he not get distracted when you were wearing only his clothes.

He wasn't generally one for, well for a lack of better words, feelings. He was usually a very sarcastic and monochromatic type dude. But with you rolling around his little apartment reeking chaotic havoc everywhere how could he not smile constantly? You made him feel like he was breaking character all the time. He couldn't tell you that though it would fill up your ego to much.

“Are you editing?” You curiously looked over his shoulder at his computer screen trying to decipher whatever was currently on it.

“Trying. A bit hard with you here though.” He tried to keep his grin at bay,

“Can I sit with you?” He shook his head, laughing a bit.

“Did you not process what I said y/n?”

“No I did I just wanna sit with you.” You were now holding his pinky and ring finger in both your hands, twiddling with them while you spoke. His heart just about melted ay the way you had said that, looking all sleepy and cozy in his cloths.

He nodded at you caving at how cute you were acting. Pulling the spare chair he had up beside him, you climbed into the chair, choosing to sit with your legs up and crossed. He situated himself back facing his computer and you snuggled in beside him, your head resting just below his shoulder on his arm.

You watched as he edited a stream highlights video. It wasn't really entertaining or exciting but it was calming and peaceful. He found it a bit less calming though. Don't get him wrong, he loved sitting with you liked this! It was one of his favorite things! Watching you be so calm and not your chaotic self, but he was always worried about moving his arm to much or coughing or sneezing or doing anything to disturb your comfy state.

He didn't want to poke the beast in other words.

Because just as he feared, a little while after he accidentally bumped your head up a bit with his arm you were starting to stir. Needing to move a bit.

“Kinda hungry.” you mumbled.

“Yeah?” He stopped what he was doing to look at you.

“Can we make cannoli's?” You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes, glazed over by some left over sleepy haze.

Techno stared down at you, instantly visualizing you trying to think of some weird recipe for batter, trying to fry it and then evidentially burning yourself.

“You'd have to fry the batter and you'll burn yourself.” He shook his head.

“How bout mac and cheese?” You tilted your head smiling hopefully,

“But then its just me making it, you don't like boiling water.” He kept his hard stare as he shook his head again.

You had to hand it to him, he knew you pretty well it seemed. He did too! He knew for a fact, you hated doing anything with boiling water cause it freaked you out, and he knew you were defiantly no better with hot oil. He was pretty sure he knew everything there was to know. That would explain why there were so many things abut you he loved.

“How about I postmates some chicken nuggets and French fries?” This was full proof. He knew you couldn't turn this down, and by the way your eyes lit up and the grin on your face he figured he was right again. As always. I mean, he's Technoblade, he’s always right.

^^^^^^

:DD this was v fun to write and i will 100% be doing more techno in the future most likely with in game stuff:) -bg

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serostuffsmh · 3 years

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— Showering Together

➵ anon(s) asked: HCs for showering with Overhaul? + Dabi

➵ gif credit: animations by me, 2nd edited manga photo by ash-c07

➵ pairings: dabi x reader, overhaul x reader

— Dabi gets a stuck-up grin when he asks to shower with you, sure he may have seen you bare more than once but it doesn’t mean he can’t tease you about it.

— When you’re in a cramped shower made for one person there is no such thing as personal space, so he does not so subtly run his hands all over you. But if you aren’t in the mood to fend off his behavior, he’ll tone it down for you.

— Another reason he likes to be with you in the shower is because you’re gentler with him than he is to himself, he can be a bit harsh with his scars and agitate the sensitive skin.

— There might be no shame in touching you but there is when it comes to him. The gnarled flesh is a sign of weakness and he refuses to be seen weak by a lot of people.

— He would not just trust anyone with taking care of them, he can barely trust himself with it. They’re a sore subject both physically and figuratively.

“Let me see the top of your head, you dope.” He had been particularly persistent in trying to get a rise out of you. Constantly poking at your sides and prodding where he shouldn’t be.

He huffed and bent forward so you could lather the soap in his dark hair. The hair dye was pretty persistent and only needed to be redone every few weeks so his white roots wouldn’t peek through. That didn’t stop it from making a mess every time he washed it though.

“You should be gentler with me, I’m fragile.” He grunted after your harsh lathering to his scalp.

“Why? Is the arsonist too soft?” You taunted. “Yes.” He was always so matter of fact with your teasing which did take most of the fun out of it.

“Well too bad, you have to shower because you smell bad.” He had come home stinking of smoke and covered in soot while tracking it throughout the house until you scolded him, telling him to shower. Not before rubbing himself on you and getting you dirty as well in god knows what kind of ashes.

He did nothing but hum at your response and continued to let you work your fingers through his hair. The dark color seeping through your fingers with every rinse of water and soap. Faint traces of grey and white were starting to show, a reminder that you would have to pick up more hair dye for him.

“Okay, I think you can wash it out yourself now.” It was your que to leave since you had done most of the work for him and you had long finished washing your hair.

“Not so fast”- he grabbed onto your arm and took you back inside the fogged-up shower- “you have’ta finish what you started.”

“You’re just lazy.” Complaining when you felt yourself being trapped between him and the bathroom tiling.

“To the bitter end, baby.”

— Showering together is usually ritualistic with no awkward touches or ruffled feathers, you both have done it enough times for it to be a normal tradition.

— The experience is a give and take for both of you, you’ll wash the specific contours on his back he can’t reach himself and he will do the same for you. It’s given you the chance to become accustomed with each other’s bodies, for familiarity and intimacy.

— Knowing every groove and curve on each other, what’s more intimate than that?

— It’s his favorite thing to come back to after a long day of working and will gladly be putty in your hands while you work your fingers in knotted muscles.

— The soap you both use only has a light fragrance, just enough to entice. A fragrance only he would have the pleasure of indulging. Eucalyptus, clean, crisp and most importantly not headache inducing.

Kai could finally treat himself in touching your skin without worry. Pressing the side of his face into the nape of your neck. You smelled clean, as did he. And your skin felt like it was made of soft marble from all the lavish soaps you used on it.

You’ll never get used to how unusually affectionate he can get in the shower. Letting his hands run free along your sides and basking in your presence like a man of worship.

“Isn’t it kind of wasteful to be in the shower this long?” you had finished washing yourselves long ago and he had been clinging onto the excuse of not being clean enough.

“Not at all, my paramour.” Pulling you just a bit closer to him and letting your back rest against him. It felt comforting to have you close to him, he wouldn’t usually enjoy the skin-to-skin contact but knowing you wouldn’t be carrying any unwanted germs reassured him.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

I guess it wouldn’t hurt.

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keiarchived · 3 years

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Dabi has a hunting kink. Listen to this! He’ll let his darling run in the woods or an abandoned building and hide from him and he’ll fuck her when he finds her. She sees a hole in a wall or tries to hide in a bush but only her upper half made it, her lower half is sadly unable to do the same (too much booty or thighs). Dabi finds her and sees her predicament, so he decides to help himself by fucking her dumb and spanking and cumming all over her ass and inside her pussy

I can definitely see Dabi with hunting kink, he absolutely love the way his prey trembles before him 💦🥵 STUCK IN WALL THOUGH OH GOD PLEASE 👉🏻👈🏻

No editing cause I’m lazy

Yandere!Dabi x f!reader

warnings: predator and prey, stuck in wall, dubcon/con, kidnapping, pet play, degradation, dumbification, master kink, mention of mind break

words: 896

God knows how long it had been since Dabi snatched you up from your own home in the middle of the night, taking advantages of your sleeping state. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention whey you’re locking those balcony doors, complete ignorant to the changes Dabi had made beforehand whilst you were somewhere else. Before you knew it, you woke up somewhere completely unfamiliar. With hands tied behind your back, ankles together and a gag around your pretty lips. It was a struggle to figure out just who, where or why they had taken you captive at first but those questions were soon answered one by one as a tall scarred figured came into your view and that’s the last time you had seen the sun.

In short, Dabi had his eyes on your for a while much like how a predator watches their preys and decide to make a move a week ago when he had the chance to make you his. The first couple of days had been rough, trying to earn your trust and for you to be a good girl for him. But Dabi got there at the end, breaking you down only for you to call him master and let him fuck your sobbing little cunt to the point of no return. You’ve been good, real good. That’s why Dabi decide to give you a little reward since you deserves it, a fun little game. Isn’t that great?

“Wh-What do you mean? You’re letting me go?” The confusion was clearly evident across your features, brows frowning as you looked towards Dabi baffle when he took the collar of your neck and shrugged. “That’s what I said didn’t I? I’m letting you go.” It was stupid of you to actually believe Dabi would keep his words before letting you run wild through the forest, weaving in and out between trees as you tried to find a way out of this hellish place whilst Dabi’s manic laughter could be heard from afar. “C’mon doll, didn’t think you’d be dumb enough to actually believe me.” He taunts, dead leaves crunching beneath his weight with every steps. Oh he is going to enjoy this no doubt.

Your breathing quickens in a uneven pace and heavily until a little glimpse of hope appeared before you in form of hole, surely you can fit through that right? But it doesn’t matter because you’re going through it regardless, the first half of your body went through just fine it was the bottom half that have some trouble. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” You are so close, this close in returning to the way it was before this madness began but the universe decide to play a cruel joke on you at the last minute. Leaving you stuck and exposed to the villain in question. You could practically feel Dab’s intimating presence inches closer and closer from beyond the wall, hearing that smirk when his hands found you. Tracing up and down along those skin before admiring the view with a hum. “You loose little mouse... I’ve caught you right in my trap.” Despite all your attempts in wiggling out of this situation, there was no use.

Dabi teared those thin fabric of your clothed cunt like they were paper, chucking at the growing wetness between your thighs as he dragged a finger up across your throbbing lips. “Look at you... so fucking wet even when you're literally stuck in a wall.” Your body jolted at the impact that his hands left on you, bitting back those moans until finally Dabi plunged himself deep into your mess of a pussy. Setting a rough merciless pace whilst his hands grabbed a handful either side of your now red ass. “Don’t mind if I do.” Dabi grinned, who would be rude enough to pass on such opportunity? You’re uncomfortable and stuck in a wall but that’s your own fault for trying to do the impossible, should’ve expected Dabi to find you soon enough to claim what is his.

Was it the unusual situation or the fact that Dabi is simply taking his frustration on you as per usual, it felt as though he had been fucking you since forever. Making your brain feel numb from the pleasure as all he could hear from you on the other side are moans, whines and whimpers whilst Dabi continue to fuck you stupid. “That’s it doll.. take it... take your master’s cum in that hungry sloppy pussy of yours and hold all of it in.” Dabi groaned as his thrusts soon became uneven, grip on your skin tighten with that voice of his stuttering slightly. “Or else... I’ll leave you here for anyone to find yeah? So they can use your pussy too until I come back for you tomorrow.”

Panic and dreads begin to settled in as you shakes you head as if he could see, “N-no no please! Don’t leave me here! I-I’ll be a good girl please master!” Consider yourself lucky that Dabi was in a good mood when he grunted and painted your walls white, filling you up to the brim until he slowly pulled out of your sobbing cunt. Wiping his own cock clean on the bare of your ass.

“How could I say no when you begged so beautifully, let’s get you out of here my little cock slut.”

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