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So I don’t know if you still take commissions (even though it literally says it’s open by the time I’m typing this lmao) but I was thinking of Ghost from COD modern warfare 2 with male reader who is mute? Also male reader is like a total sweetheart, pretty shy.
Maybe it’s winter and Ghost invites his friends to his house for dinner for some reason (maybe male reader wanted to meet them but ghost said no cause he wanted privacy) , and on the car ride there Ghost accidentally mentions his househusband which suprised the team since he never talked about him. (Let alone he was into guys)
Ghost says that he wanted their marriage to be private and makes a quick recap of what male reader is like, who is a photographer and has 3 Barbie dolls (I like Barbie dolls don’t judge me 😂) and gave them their own personalities and stuff on social media to look like they’re traveling the world.
They reached home, male reader welcomes them and quickly heads to the kitchen cause he’s making the food. The crew all sit at the table eating (the food is delicious) and Soap asks how they met and Ghost just says that it’s pretty boring.
Idk what happens next, (maybe they play a board game? Or they continue chatting with Ghost and male reader, ur pick) but after that the crew stays for the night and Ghost and male reader sleep together.
(Also, small detail, male reader is wearing a sweater and sweatpants)
thank u for your time
This has to be one of the cutest requests I've had in a while! Ngl. The barbie doll part honestly took me out.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X MUTE photographer MALE READER
Finally winter break in task force 141 arrived. It's one of the few times they get off for holidays and to be with family.
So the team made a tradition. The first day of the break everyone takes turns to take the team to their home for dinner, since it maybe the last time they'll see each other in a while.
This time around it's Simon's turn.
At first Ghost didn't want to be the host. He didn't want the team all up in his personal business. Simon already had an excuse in mind as to why he couldn't host, but sadly his husband found out about the tradition and begged Ghost to meet them.
But the cold hearted man said no at first, but his husband had convinced him to host.
So this leads into now.
Ghost was driving to his house with Price in the passenger seat while the others were in the backseats. The car was blasted with loud music because of Gaz. and conversation.
"Hey Simon!--" Soap shouts trying to catch the male attention. But sadly the music went over his words. "Ghooost!~" Gaz drags out as well. The pair try over and over again trying to catch Ghost.
Soap taps Price on his shoulder. Price turns his head to the side looking at Soap. Soap signals with his hands to turn down the radio even using his hand as an example. The captain immediately understands and turns his head back around facing the radio and turning it down.
"Fuckin hell finally. Ghost!" Soap says finally being able to hear himself. Simon hums in response.
"You got anything or anyone at home? Like dogs, cats..." Soap trails off with Gaz finishing the question. "Secret girlfriends?" Ghost lets out a groan and an eye roll.
"No Johnny. I have no one there." Ghost says clearing lying shooting down the question.
The car grows silent with only soft music playing in the background.
"Any kids? Since theres a little barbie back here with brand new packaging." Gaz points out picking up the box. "Don't tell me you play with dolls L.t?" Soap teases with a smirk.
"No. I don't have any kids. And the box is a gift for my husband..." Simon trails off as realization slowly sets in.
Price eyebrow raises looking away from the window and to the soldier next to him. "You liar!" Soap shouts point his finger at Simon. "Husband?" Price repeats looking at Simon. "You like guys!?!" Gaz says looking around wide eyed.
"Fucks sake." Simon says slapping himself mentally.
"Well who is he!?!"
"What is he like??
"What's his job?"
"Does he treat you right?"
"Why didn't you tell us about him!!"
Question after question comes from the group.
"I wanted our marriage to be private. It's none of y'all's business about me and my husband's love life. But i'll only give you a small recap about him, but that's it..." Simon breathes out with his tone full with annoyance.
"His name is Y/n L/n. He's a mute photographer with three barbie dolls he gave their own personalities and background stories with verified social media accountants about what's going on with their lives. Like them traveling the world, their boyfriends, mental health updates and so on. The girls names are (___) (____) and my favorite (___)"
Simon says getting his phone and goes to one of the dolls social media accounts clicking on the newest photo of the girl and shows his team.
The picture is (____) looking outside the window looking for someone while the other girls are trying to confused in the background.
The caption read:
"(____) waiting for her husband to come home from the military."
After everyone sees it Simon takes his phone back and likes the post.
After a few more miles Simon sees his house in a couple more feet away. "Were here." Simon says waking up Gaz. Simon parks the car in the driveway and turns the car off.
Ghost looks in the backseat snatching the brand new toy from Gaz's hands before leaving the car with the team following close behind him.
"Don't make me regret taking y'all here." Ghost breathes out mostly talking about Soap and Gaz.
Before Ghost could unlock the door, the door swings open.
A pair of arms wrap around Ghost's body hugging him tight. Almost causing Simon to fall.
Insistingly Simon wraps his arms around his husband back hugging him tight bringing him closer. "I miss you too..." Simon says into the crook of Y/n's neck.
Y/n is first to pull away before giving Simon a quick kiss on Simon's covered lips. Y/n's head looks over Simon's shoulder looking at the men behind him.
Y/n gives them a bright wave before walking back inside the house.
Soap and Gaz lets out a few giggles thats quickly shushed by Price glaring at them.
"Well don't just keep standin there cmon." Simon groans out walking inside the house leading them into the dinning room.
TIMESKIP
After Simon gets the team all settled down in the dinning room he walks to the kitchen holding his husband's gift behind his back. "Y/n love, come here." Simon says looking at him.
Y/n turns his head to his husband and stops from what he was doing and walks over to Simon looking at him confused.
"Here. For you and the girls." Simon says showing the brand new barbie to him. Simon watches his husband's eyes become filled with joy and ideas.
Y/n takes the box out of Simon's hands before using his free hand to pull down Simon's mask to kiss him deeply on the lips. Y/n kiss him over and over again as thank yous.
"Your welcome." Simon says against Y/n's lips.
"How about you go show the girls while I take over cooking." Simon suggests.
Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he goes upstairs to the dolls "personal" room.
TIMESKIP
After the food was done cooking Y/n and Simon began to serve the team with food and drinks even Deseret. The whole team loved the food. (Even got Gaz asking for seconds)
As everyone is eating and talking about whatever Soap finds something to talk about.
"Where did you two meet." Soap asks looking at Ghost and his husband.
"It's pretty boring..." Simon answers trying to shoot down the question. "I bet it's not." Price voice rings out. "Trust me it is." "I don't believe you." Gaz says already planning to ask Y/n if Simon doesn't tell them.
"It's just pretty boring how we met. Nothing fancy or cute just boring." Simon says once again.
As the team begins to argue about wanting to know they don't notice Y/n with one of his dolls and his photography camera posing her at the dinner table taking pictures.
Y/n even got to sneak some pictures of her staring at Price with love in her eyes.
It isn't until a while Simon notices he wasn't paying his husband any attention. Simon looks to the left of him to only get met with a doll in his husband's seat looking at price.
"Y/n." Simon calls out looking at his husband taking her pictures. Y/n looks away from his camera looking at Simon with a smile.
Timeskip
Finally hours past everyone is ready for bed. Y/n takes each team member to a guest room signing them "goodnight" before finally going to his own room with his husband.
Y/n strips out of his clothes and into one of Simon's shirts and sweats before crawling into the bed.
After a while Simon comes inside the room after washing the dishes. Simon takes off his shirt pants putting on sweats as well before climbing into bed.
Simon wraps his arms around Y/n bringing him close.
"I love you." Simon whispers against Y/n. Y/n kiss Simon on the cheek responding with the same love.
THE END
#simon riley x male reader#ghost x male reader#ghost simon riley#mw2 x male reader#mw2 ghost#call of duty x male reader#call of duty#x male reader#x mute male reader#male reader#the bear club
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The 141 + König with a s/o who goes non-verbal
Tiny disclaimer: im autistic and have moments of being non verbal during breakdowns etc, so this is based mostly off of my own experience, but if anyone feels like ive said inaccurate or offensive things, please let me know as that would never be my intention. The way I've written this suggests this is a negative feeling (, since thats how i experience it) but I understand that might not be the same for everyone. For some people this might just be a daily or
Requested by @apocalypticseagull
Warnings: mentions of stress and the slightest hint at possible injury, besides that nothing I can think of
M!reader
Ghost
Ghost relates to you. While he wouldn't claim his experience is the same, he gets moments of overstimulation where he wants everyone to leave him alone, and will just stop reacting to people.
When he feels like this, he prefers to sit in his room, either completely in the dark or with only a small lamp on, and have as little noise around him as possible.
If you're in a stress situation, not knowing what else to do to help you, that's what he'll resort to.
He'll take you into either his room or yours, whichever you would prefer, and holds you while letting you get away from all the triggers for a bit. Unless you're dealing with life or death situations, whatever work you have left for the day can wait. Your wellbeing always comes first.
Soap
Soap is a lot more observant than people give him credit for. He's the king of avoiding stressful situations for you whenever he can.
But alas, he can't avoid it every time. Whether you start saying less and less as the minutes go on, or just stop talking suddenly, he notices immediately.
Not that he'd be quick to admit it, but he's got a written list of everything you like, even if it's just something you mentioned in passing. He absutely will use this list to do whatever he can to make you smile and relieve some of your stress.
He'll make sure to find a way to still communicate that both of you are comfortable with. He'll happily lend you his journal to write in, or he'll ask Roach for some lessons in sign language. He'd break his back bending over backwards to make you comfortable if he had to.
Gaz
No matter how often it happens, Gaz still feels a jolt of panic whenever you don't respond over coms when you're on a mission. He almost sags in relief as soon as he hears you hum, or even just hears the crackly static of you pushing your radio's button.
He knows you're a talented soldier and you're more than capable of handling yourself, he still prefers to be near you at all times. What if something happens and you can't tell him? You could be in trouble without him even knowing. He'll, just knowing you're stressed is making him want to reach for you.
He likes his job, likes helping people and ridding the world of danger, but his favourite part of every mission is when you're sitting in the exfil helo after a good mission, and you give him that wide smile he's been waiting hours, if not days to see.
Price
You and Price have been working together for so long, you both know the drill. When he starts to notice you going quiet, he makes sure he only asks yes or no questions. On your side; one click of your radio button for no, two for yes. Throw in some improvised morse code when necessary, and you've got a solid communications system.
Having this system is also a huge bonus during stealth missions, when he can't talk freely without risking being spotted.
He loves hearing your voice, but he doesn't treat you any differently when you can't talk. He'll support you in whatever way you need, without making it feel like he's babying you.
The two of you are a well oiled machine. No matter how stressful the situation, usually you can tell what the other one is thinking just by looking at them. You know you both have each other's back, verbal communication or not.
König
König doesn't mean to make a big deal out of it, and he won't if you don't, but he does worry.
After a situation like that happens once, he commits everything that helps you to his memory, and uses the knowledge to help you the next time it happens.
Even down to the tiniest detail, he'll remember. If you don't like a certain texture or can only stand a certain flavour of drink during moments like this, he's making sure you have everything you need and are as comfortable as possible. Whatever is stressing you will be dealt with by him while you're resting and calming down.
If you want to be alone, he understands and respects that, and gives you the space you need. But if you don't, there's nowhere he'd rather be than by your side.
#i think its kinda funny how so often when someone sends a request kinda like this i can relate#its the haha i do that meme#me 🤝 ghost: being the kings of mental illness#simon ghost riley x male reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mactavish x male reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john price x reader#john price x male reader#kyle gaz garrick x male reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#könig x reader#könig x male reader#also i hc roach as being either mute or non-verbal hence he might get mentioned lol#i just love him i wanted to include him in some way#cod x male reader#cod x reader#call of duty x male reader#call of duty x reader#i love that gif of soap so much#ive made ghost soap and könig a bit more general and focused more on the mission part for price and gaz to avoid repetition
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My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.
The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s
Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:
• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking
• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone
• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow
• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group
• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵
Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:
• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it
• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage
• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you
• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad
Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:
• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got
• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it
• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;
You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.
He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.
• After that you both became good friends
• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people
• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.
• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face
Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:
• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)
• Would beg you to teach him how to use it
• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string
• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first
• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older
• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF
• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you
Other characters:
Merle:
• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute
• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you
• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday
• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother
Maggie:
• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first
• But she was also really curious about you
• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy
Shane:
• Bro hated you from the start
• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)
• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)
• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband
• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew
• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful
• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦
• Especially after Otis died
• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up
• Shane knew better by that point though
• You seemed to know everything
Hershel:
• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm
• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl
• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons
• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it
#the walking dead x male reader#mute reader#rick grimes#daryl dixon#twd headcanons#headcanon#male reader#glenn rhee#carl grimes#x male reader#twd x male reader#maggie greene#shane walsh#merle dixon#hershel greene
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Hey bbg
Can u write a matt x Chris x nick x reader
So like they do the deaf blind and mute and they make the kitchen a mess and Chris and nick go out to target and matt and reader have sex on the counter and get caught and continue in his bedroom and the matt is rough with her telling her to shut up and this and that
Plz and thank u ur work is amazing 👏 💓
Wait I actually love you. Such a good idea. I hope that this will live up to your expectations. I tried my best❤️😘
Caught in the kitchen👀
Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: You and the triplets are filming the deaf, blind, mute video when Chris and Nick goes to the store for frosting. You and Matt takes things to the next level in the kitchen…
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“Hey guys and welcome to todays video” Nick yells. “Today we are in our kitchen again doing a deaf, blind, mute video.” Nick continues.
“Yeah and today we are joined by a very special guest” Matt says putting his arm around my shoulder. “Y/n!” They all yell excitedly. “Hiiii everyone” I say smiling widely.
“We are so excited for todays video they are always soo fun to film” Chris says. “Yeas so let’s decide who’s gonna be blind, deaf and mute. And we are thinking that since we are now four, just two of us are gonna be deaf.”
“I’m deaf 100% I don’t wanna be mute anymore” Matt says. “And y/n you should be deaf too” he says pointing at me. I smile at him in agreement. “Okay that’s fair. Then I’m gonna be blind and Chris you’ll be mute” Nick says.
Matt finds a pair of headphones for both of us and puts on nightcrawler by Travis Scott. “Great pick Matt” I yell. Matt just nods his head not able to hear me. We start jamming together as Chris and Nick gets ready.
“Okay guys today we are gonna bake brownies” Nick says. “Chris find me the batter” he demands. “Do you have some spare change? On me, I’ve got hundreds I’ll throw in your face!” Matt and I sing while dancing totally ignoring Chris and Nick.
“Matt, y/n, stop fooling around and get your ass over here” Nick yells. I get over to Nick and helps him get the batter into the bowl. Into it by Chase Atlantic starts playing and I look at Matt smirking at me. Suddenly I feel some hands laying softly on my waist. I look back and see Matt standing right behind me looking over my shoulder.
Chris looks over at us in confusion. Nick and Chris don’t know that Matt and I have been flirting around for the past couple months. We’ve kinda wanted to keep it secret.
“Guys we are making a fucking mess. There is batter everywhere” I yell. “I can’t fucking see. You guys are supposed to help but all you do is singing!” Nick yells.
I go over to the sink to get some paper towel to clean the kitchen table. As I come back Matt looks at me and laughs. “God y/n you have flour all over your face” he says laughing. I can’t hear him tho cause of the loud music playing in my ears. I just lightly push him away but he yells again. “Y/n you look like a fucking snowman. Let me help you.”
He grabs the paper towel out of my hand and uses it to wipe the flour off my face. His hand is resting on my cheek. We smile at each other. “Guys the cake is ready to get into the oven” Nick yells.
We separate and I get over to help Nick put the cake in the oven. Chris starts to search though the cupboards for cake frosting. Chris rips of the tape from his mouth and yells “Fuck guys, we forgot to by vanilla frosting”
When no one answers he goes over to me and Matt and takes off our headphones. “Guys vanilla frosting! We forgot to buy it!” He yells again. “Oh nooo” I yell. “We can’t survive without frosting” I say. “Can you guys go to the store and buy some? Then y/n and I will clean this fucking mess you made.” Matt suggest.
“Fine, we’ll be back in 10” Nick says. Nick and Chris leaves the house and Matt goes to lock the door after them. As he comes back to the kitchen I see him on his phone. Suddenly into it by Chase Atlantic starts playing again from the speaker.
Matt walks closer to and wraps his hands around my waist. “Your shirt is covered in batter” he says. “I know, what are we going to do about that?” I ask looking up at him. He starts pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my black lace bra.
He throws in on the ground and puts his hands back on my waist. He turns me so my back is against the kitchen table. “We were supposed to clean this” I say chuckling. “I don’t give a fuck. I just need you” Matt whispers in my ear. He starts kissing me down my neck. I lay my hands over his shoulders.
“You are so fucking hot” he says. He lifts me up by my waist placing me on the table. He puts his hands on my thighs and moves up to kiss my lips. After a few seconds I allow his tongue to slip into my mouth.
We are now having a heated make out sesh. But I can tell that Matt wants more. Matt is wearing a black crew neck and grey joggers. He pulls off the shirt and presses his growing bulge into my stomach.
Matt reaches down for the waistband of my joggers and seeks approval for him to take them off. I nod at him and lift my hips to make it easier.
“What if they come back and catch us?” I ask. “They won’t” Matt assures me. I’m now only wearing my bra. “Fuck y/n I want you so bad” Matt says putting his hand down to my throbbing pussy. “God babe. So wet already and I didn’t even touch you” he says smirking.
“Shut up” I say jokingly. “Please just fuck me” I say with my hands on his bare chest. “Yeah? You want my dick inside you right here in the kitchen table?” He asks. “Fuck yes” I say.
That was all Matt needed to hear. He pushes his joggers down to his knees and his rock hard cock springs up to land on his torso. “God so big” I say chocked. Matt and I have never had sex before. We’ve only kissed once at a party a few weeks ago. So I was excited to test his skills.
“Spit in my hand” he demanded and I instantly obeyed. He put his hand on his dick and covered it in my spit. He gave it a few pumps before placing it at my entrance. The table was the perfect height for him.
He looked at me for my approval. I just nodded. “Words baby” he said. “Please fuck me Matt” I say looking in his eyes. “That’s it baby” he says as he starts pushing his cock into me.
I moan from the slight stinging of him stretching me out. But it quickly turns into pleasure. As he is half way in me he starts pulling out again. “Please don’t tease me Matt.” Matt smirks and immediately slams into me.
My mouth is left fully open. He starts pounding into me at fast pace beating the air out my lungs. “Omg Matt fuck” I say between whimpers. “Fuck babe you feel so good. Taking my dick so well” he says as he proceeds to thrust into me harshly.
As I’m moaning Matt quickly covers my mouth with his hand and stops thrusting. “Ssshhh” he says. I look at him in confusion and sadness from the lack of motion. “What is it?” I ask. “Shut the fuck up” he says in a low voice.
“I heard the door open” he whispers. “Fuck fuck fuck” I say. “Heeyyyyyyy” Nick yells from the distance. “Shit shit shit” Matt says pulling out of me and rushing to get our shirts. I hop down from the table and quickly put on my pants and my shirt.
Just as Matt finally slips his crew neck over his head Nick and Chris enters the kitchen. “Heys guys” Chris says. “Wtfffff. You guys says you were gonna clean this” Neck says annoyed. “And why is your crew neck backwards Matt? And your pants to y/n?” Chris asks looking at us with a suspicious expression.
“They were covered in flour so we just flipped them” Matt quickly says before I get a chance to answer. “Okay, weird” Nick says.
“Well let’s finish this video” Chris says.
As we finished the video we all quickly cleaned up the kitchen and Chris and Nick both decided to go to bed as it had gotten late.
“Fuck, that was close” Matt said walking closer to me. “Omg I was so scared” I said laughing. Matt grabs my waist pulling me in to feel his bulge. “Well I’m still hard. Should we take this to my room and finish what we started?” He asks. I nod and take his hand and pulls him to his room.
As we entered his room he closed the door and made sure to lock it. He pressed me against the door and started kissing me roughly. “Fuck I’m gunna bust just from kissing you now” he says. I push him towards his bed and lay him down on his back. I took off my own pants before pulling off his along with his boxers.
I place myself on his lap and go down to kiss him. He grabs my ass and lifts me up for him to put his dick inside me again. I lower myself down on his cock fitting it all in the first go.
I started bouncing on his cock with the help of his hands. My hands are on his chest supporting me and he looks up at me admiring.
“Fuck babe I’m gonna cum” I moan. He grabs my waist and turns me over so I’m now on my back. He hovers over me and starts thrusting into me again speeding up the pace. “I’m close too” he says between moans.
“Good girl. Come with me” he says. “Fuck Matt, ugh I’m cumming I’m cumming” I say. Matt makes a few last thrusts into me before pulling out and cumming all over my stomach. He is grunting and moaning.
“Shit babe. That was just what I needed. You are fucking amazing” he praises. I feel my cheeks blushing. I grab his face with my hands and pulls him down for a kiss.
He lays down beside me and pulls the covers over us. He puts his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. “We should definitely do this more” he says smiling.
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This was quite long but I hope you like it anyways. Love u guyyys❤️❤️
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#male whimpering#nick sturniolo#smut#fanfic#hot as fuck#deaf#mute#baking#brownies
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𝑀𝒲𝟤 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
An: For the sake of this fic Reader has permanent vocal cord damage.
(Y/n) "Snake" (L/n). Have finally become the new sergeant of Task Force 141 by Captain Prices picking himself. But here's the catch, during your time in the army your vocal cords were completely damaged causing them to be permanently damaged(Leaving you only able to moan(Not in a sexual way you horn dogs))... The reason you got your code name? One of the new privates thought he was the shit and challenged you to a 1v1, in the end, it landed him being choked with your thighs and being constricted like a snake with its prey. Which earned you the name Snake.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
He heard of the task force getting a new sergeant but he was a bit surprised to find out you didn't talk.
At first, he wasn't a big fan of you cause of your code name (it reminds him of his past) he, of course, didn't let that change his opinion of you as a person whatsoever (He understands that these types of code names aren't typically picked by the person themselves but picked by others, plus you had no connection to what his dad did to him). If Price picked you then that had to mean you were good and he trusted the man's judgment.
at first, he struggled a bit with understanding sign language but after a lot of patience, this man is now almost as fluent as you are and now because of it you both sometimes talk together in sign language during missions.
If your native language isn't English and you can speak in your native language in sign language then this man will learn it.
When the two of you talk in sign language in front of people who aren't part of the 141 task force you get some looks but Ghost quickly shuts them up with a glare.
When he does find out the reason for your code name he slightly chuckles but pats you on the back.
"Now we know who the others shouldn't mess with aye?" he would tease you from time to time because of this.
After he heard this story he would follow it up with nicknames relating to your code name.
Some of them are Sir Hiss, Rattlesnake Jake, Sammy(The snake), Sandy (The snake), and so on. (Let me know if you know the references lol).
Def got you something snake related as a birthday gift.
(This part I'm basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)
When the two of you went to the park with your dog and he saw you moan to your dog and then return to you he was impressed.
He HAD to try it for himself.
So when your dog went back to doing their business he tried at first to call your dog by name,
"Come here (Dogs name)!"
which clearly didn't work.
So he mimicked your moan and your dog responded he started petting your dog and praising them.
"Who’s a good dog? You are!"
John "Soap" MacTavish
He was super excited, new sergeant on the team? Hell yeah!
Sure he might've been a bit skeptical of you at first but after a little bit he warmed up to you.
When he first met you with the others he was surprised to see you pull out a large notebook and write you're name on it.
He didn't understand why you did it until the Captain explained how you couldn't talk.
He'd get you to try to pull pranks with him and Gaz on the other members.
Would beg you to teach him so he can be in the loop with you and Ghost.
Would draw on the cover of your notebook when he's bored (Or on the corners inside the book).
If you are together and have to talk to other people who don't know sign language he would totally translate on your behalf.
Also calls you snake-related nicknames for a light laugh.
Ju-Ju, Mr. Snake, Kaa, Rattle Shake, Solid Snake, etc.
Has definitely pranked you by placing a snake plush on your chest during you're sleep.
During missions, if the two of you have to be quiet you two would easily talk strategy in sign language.
The type of guy to talk late at night with you through sign language, no matter how dark it is he will try.
Out of the whole task force, he is the one to use the most nicknames on you.
(This part I'm basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)
When John first met your dog and saw you shake your beer can and moan he was confused about why your dog left the room.
But when he saw what your dog did he was shocked. How did they know that you wanted another beer?
When he tried using his voice to get a beer all he got was a tilt of the head to the left.
When he copied your moan and did the exact can movement and saw your dog return with a beer he cheered and fist-bumped the air.
Then he praised them.
Captain John Price
This man wasn't surprised in the slightest, if anything he laughed at some of the others' reactions. He saw your file and knew exactly who you were.
He was the one to properly introduce you to the team.
He's the only one who knows how you got your code name but won't tell the others no matter how much they beg him.
He was there during the accident and sometimes blames himself for it.
He's one of the few people who have heard your voice pre-accident.
While he doesn't typically follow up with the nicknames like the others he does sometimes call you one.
When you two are drinking together and if he was drunk and you brought up the story of how you got your code name he would be snorting and laughing loudly, def the type to slap his knee.
If you know morse code he'd definitely talk to you in it.
(This part I'm also basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)
When Captain Price saw you moan at your dog and point to the other room and them leaving you alone it definitely surprised him.
When he left for the kitchen and your dog was trying to get his food he pointed to the left and tried to get him to stop.
"Go you muppet go to your owner".
When that didn't work he copied your moan and when your dog listened and went to you he started laughing and explained to you the situation.
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[Selective Mute - SKZ Lee Know X M!Reader] [NSFW]
“Babe, this colour or this colour?” M/N looks to his boyfriend who held two different suit. One was grey, the other was white. He gave a light shrug before pointing to the white one. “What about you? What colour would you be wearing?” M/N made his way to the rack and pull out a black suit. “Looks good. Let’s check out, I’m starving and the kids just texted me. Felix made brownies.”
M/N smiled, wrapping an arm around his older boyfriend and gave a chaste kiss to the latter forehead. The couple were preparing for the red carpet of MAMA, attending as a pair for the first time in the two years of their relationship. A week prior, with the approval of JYP, Lee Know came out to his fans, to the world about being a gay and having a boyfriend. He explained that they had been together for two years. Instantly, the news blew up and thankfully, the outcome was positive. MAMA even invited M/N as a guest to attend with Lee Know.
“We’re homed!” Lee Know voice echoed through the hallways of the entrance as he took off his shoes, putting them neatly on the rack. M/N followed through the older, heading inside the living room.
“Welcome back!”
“Hi Hyung”
“Hey M/N,”
The chorus of response ignited in the kitchen where SKZ joyfully prepared dinner as a team. It was half an hour later when all of them sat at the dining table, devouring their home cooked meal, which was a once in a blue moon thing considering how busy they were and all they ever ate was take out when the leader begins to converse in small talks
“Have you picked out the suit?” Bang Chan asked the couple who sat opposite him.
“Yeah we did. I can’t believe it’s happening tomorrow night.” Lee Know said. M/N gave him a squeeze on his thigh, calming the older down.
“It’s finally time. STAYs love you guys as much as they love all of us so everything will be alright.” ChangBin assured the dancer just as he got up to take a drink from the fridge.
M/N watched fondly as Lee Know started ranting out about how nervous he was whilst the rest of the members assured him calmly. It was a beautiful scene to watch, having them showing support to each other. Unfortunately, by the end of the day, closing to midnight, M/N waved goodbye to the members, getting himself ready to leave the dorm.
“I’m going to see you tomorrow afternoon right?” Lee Know frowned as he look up to his taller boyfriend, hands intertwined behind his neck. M/N smiled softly, planting a soft kiss to the latter’s forehead. “Can you not go home tonight? You can just sleep over.”
M/N shook his head, apologising through his eyes. Lee Know knew he couldn’t get M/N to stay for the night, at least, tonight because M/N had to prepare for tomorrow and he had work to be completed the next morning. M/N is a composer in HYBE.
“Okay,” Lee Know let out a soft sigh, nodding to the latter. Both of them understood each other. As much as the lovers want to just lock themselves in a room and forget the world exist, the world still exist and life had to move in. “I love you.” M/N responded by kissing the older deep enough for the the latter to cry out a soft moan.
Heavy heartedly as Lee Know watch his lover disappear into the closing elevators door, he sighed, going back into the dorm, straight into his room.
“Hyung? Are you okay?” JiSung peeked his head into the dancer’s room, concern on how dejected the other looked. He found Lee Know sat on his bed, knees tugged into his chest as he stroll nonchalantly on his phone. “Hyung?”
“Oh, hey Sungie. What’s up?” Lee Know asked.
“I’m worried about you. I know you’re nervous for tomorrow but, you look as if you are going to attend a death sentence.”
Lee Know frowned even more, “I look that bad?” He sighed, “I know I’m nervous but, I’m more terrified for tomorrow. What if there’s an anti or some kind of sasaeng? I mean, there must be at least one or a couple of people who dislike our relationship. Not that I care about them liking it or not but, what if they hurt M/N?”
“I hear you and I understand where you’re coming from but, you need to know that both of you aren’t alone here. You still have us. We will be there to protect you both and STAYs will be there to protect us. They’re our guardian angels you know.” JiSung said, “have you forgotten when a sasaeng literally snatch Felix’s ÏČË scream randomly out of nowhere? STAYs hunted her down and made sure she was reported. That’s how STAYs are for us.”
“You’re right. I’m getting too worked up for tomorrow.” Lee Know sighed, “thanks Sungie.”
“Always there for you Hyung.” JiSung grinned and gave the older a tight hug.
It was late at night, early in the morning, where neither the Sun or the stars shine in the sky. It was 4am when M/N found himself yawning for the ninth time as he type in the lyrics that he compose an hour ago into his laptop. He was tired but, he was not exactly sleepy. Yawning means coffee. The producer saves his work and took out a can of coffee, gulping it in one shot. He finally took his phone from his back pocket, surprised to see missed calls from none other than his lover. Something was wrong. Lee Know almost never calls, or at least, Lee Know knew when to call considering how little M/N even speak. Locking the door to his studio entrance, sitting back down on his roller chair. M/N called his lover.
“M/N, I——I’m” When Lee Know spoke, it sounded like his voice was made of gravel. His clear tone was undercut with a choking heaviness that forced him to pause several times.
“Give me 15 minutes. I’ll be outside your dorm baby.” M/N was not going to lie at how his heart aches hearing Lee Know’s voice. The last time he heard this voice was almost a year ago when they had a huge fight due to a misunderstanding. It wasn’t pretty but M/N thanked god they manage to talk it out.
His fingers tapped against the elevator walls as he anxiously waited for it to reach a certain level. Every second that went by cause more ache to his heart. He needed to get to Lee Know, fast. Ding! The elevator door opened and M/N sprinted out of it to where SKZ dorm was. There, he crouched, tears streaming down his face as he hiccups, swallowing back sobs that threatened to echo down the hallway.
“Baby.” M/N whispered, scooping his lover into his arms, holding him tightly. Lee Know buried his face into M/N’s chest, letting out a soft sob. “Come on, let’s get you inside, you’re freezing.” The producer lifted the dancer effortlessly. Lee Know has his legs wrapped around M/N’s hips as he buried his face deep into the latter’s neck. Not wanting to wake the rest up, M/N tiptoed towards the room, locking the doors behind him.
M/N gently laid Lee Know on the bed and hovered on top of him, “baby?”
“I’m sorry.” Lee Know sniffled, “you were busy and I just had to disturb you. I don’t even know why I can’t stop crying,”
“Baby, it’s okay. You’re my priority,” M/N gently ran a hand through the dancer’s hair, “now, baby. what’s wrong?”
“I….I just feel so scared for tonight. I.. I know it should be a joyous occasion but, what if, someone hurts you? What if there are anti and sasaeng who wants to hurt you? I’m scared. I don’t want you hurt.” Lee Know sniffled, clenching onto M/N’s black cotton shirt.
M/N cooed and kisses the tears away, booping their noses together, “baby, how could I ever not love you?” The producer grinned, planting a kiss to the dancer’s lips, “everything will be alright, let’s not think negatively. If it’ll make you feel better, I was once a policeman.”
“I forgot about that and I feel so dumb right now,” a blush spread on Lee Know’s cheek as he finally calm down.
“It’s okay baby, thank you for worrying about me. I love you. I love you. I love you.” M/N repeatedly said as he plants kisses to Lee Know’s forehead, down to his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, his neck. “May I?” The producer asked for consent, knowing where the kisses were leading to.
“Yes please,” Lee Know whispered as M/N continue to plant kisses on his neck, sucking on them to leave a bruise. The producer continued, sliding his hand under the dancer’s shirt, caressing his torso so lovingly. Lee Know mewled, arching his back in pleasure. It was just a matter of seconds when they got themselves undress.
“I love you baby.” M/N smiled softly to the older, as he insert a lubricated digit into him. Lee Know bit his lips, suppressing a moan, “let me hear you baby.” The producer insert another finger in a scissoring motion.
“Fuck, I want to feel you love, I want you in me.” Lee Know moaned.
M/N chuckled, planting a kiss to the older’s forehead as he added another finger into him, “patience, baby.” Almost like a growl, Lee Know felt the high in him arise, with a arch back, he came. “Cumming only from my finger, baby?”
“V—-voice, your voice,” breathless, Lee Know clawed on M/N’s broad shoulder, “fuck me.”
M/N smirked, “how about a little ‘please fuck me’, baby?”
“Please fuck me. Please fuck me now, make me scream.” Lee Know moaned as he felt M/N slide his dick teasingly on Lee Know’s entrance.
“Safe word?”
“Euphoria.” Lee Know responded instantly.
“I love you.” M/N whispered into the older’s ears before slamming hard into him.
“A—agh, fuck.” He could feel the older’s tremble under him as he kept a consistent pace, feeling the warmth of Lee Know around him. “B—ig big. You’re too big.”
“Am I hurting you?” Concern, M/N stopped his movement, staring into Lee Know’s teary eyes.
Lee Know felt warmth in his heart. It wasn’t the first time they made love, it has been countless of time and yet, M/N never failed to be gentle and caring. In the name of SKZ, Lee Know swore despite the countless time, he could never get use to M/N. M/N was thick and long. Every time the producer thrusted in him, he could feel his guts being rearranged indefinitely.
Lee Know chuckled, holding onto M/N’s cheek, “I’m okay. I promise.”
“I love you.” M/N kissed him deeply before thrusting in rhythmic. “You’re so tight baby. I can never imagine this pleasure from anyone,” M/N growled as he grip Lee Know’s waist, thrusting into him harder. He puts a hand on the older’s lower stomach, smirking when he sees the bulge each time he thrusted.
“A—agh, agh, M/N, I’m gonna cum. Cum in me please,” Lee Know breathlessly moaned. M/N smiled, locking their lips together as he thrusted with a inhumane speed.
“AGH~~~,” The two moaned, riding their highs. Lee Know could feel the warm liquid of M/N in him as he came onto their chest.
“I love you.” M/N said.
“I love you.” Lee Know gasped. “Why…why are you growing bigger in me?”
M/N chuckled, “round two before everyone wakes up?” He glanced over to the clock on the nightstand seeing that it was almost 6am.
“If I can’t walk on the red carpet later, it’s your fault.” Lee Know laughed, “but oh well, round two please.”
~~~~~~
“Did you guys not hear it this morning?”
“I think Hyung brought someone back.”
“He’s cheating on M/N?”
“That’s impossible. Hyung loves M/N to death.”
“But they were fucking and there was another voice, apart from Hyung’s. M/N is mute. I doubt he would make any sound while fucking”
“Maybe we should talk to Lee Know first. Let’s not jump into conclusions.”
In the midst of the chaos between the members of SKZ, leaving Lee Know apart, M/N walked into the kitchen, half asleep. He nodded to the members as a good morning before pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“M/N Hyung.” I.N called out the latter, “when did you arrive here?”
‘This morning.’ M/N wrote on the board hanged on the fridge. The members had put him into consideration in terms of how they wanted to converse.
“This morning? Meaning, you just came back from work?” SeungMin asked, earning a nod from the latter.
All of them shared a look with each other before Bang Chan beckoned to the producer to sit with them. M/N raised an eyebrow confused but nonetheless took a seat.
“I know we shouldn’t be the one saying this but,” ChangBin gulped, debating whether he should say the next sentence in mind.
“Lee Know might have brought back some—,” Bang Chan was cut off when Lee Know came limping into the kitchen, half asleep.
“Morning guys.” The dancer greeted and smiled sleepily to his lover. He too poured himself some coffee before heading over to M/N, casually taking a seat on his lap. He plants a kiss to M/N cheek before snuggling his head into the producer’s neck.
Everyone gave a death stare.
“Do I have blood on me or was the limping too obvious? Why the hell are they death staring me?” Lee Know whispered to his lover. M/N shrugged putting his hand in surrender. “Are you going to kill me or how is this going to work?”
“Hyung.” HyunJin deadpanned.
“Who was in your room this morning?” Felix asked.
Lee Know looked at them confused, “who was in my room? Myself and M/N of course.”
“How can you prove it?”
“Well, I don’t know if M/N is a invisible man but, I am right here sitting on my man’s lap. Literally.” Lee Know emphasised.
Bang Chan sighed as he finally knock on the table to get the attention of others, “okay. I know we aren’t suppose to actually get ourselves into your business but, we heard someone else in your room this morning Lee Know. The person and you were making love. As you know, the walls are not soundproof here.”
Lee Know and M/N looked at each other, the dancer turning red every second.
Chang Bin continued, “and we do not believe that it was M/N because number one, you are way too loud and two, M/N is mute, we doubt he would make a sound.”
Lee Know broke out into a laugh so hard, tears were accumulating in his eyes, “wait wait wait, so you’re telling me that you suspected that I cheated on M/N?”
“Yes!” The members responded simultaneously.
“Omgggg, I would never cheat on M/N. Besides, if did, I would lose literally my life along.” Lee Know giggled.
“See I told you, Hyung would never cheat.” JiSung chimed.
Lee Know calm himself down and wipe away a fallen tear, “my apologies for being too loud but, the other voice you heard was actually M/N. M/N is mute but he’s a selective mute.”
“I can speak, I have a voice.” M/N said as he adjusted Lee Know on his lap, sitting upright. Everyone gasped, eyes widened. “The only person I feel comfortable speaking to is Lee Know Hyung.“
“You did good babe.” Lee Know praised the producer. He knew how much it would take a toll for M/N to speak to others. “It’s not that he is uncomfortable with you guys but, M/N had a rough past with his voice which causes severe anxiety. It’ll take time for him to open up. It took close to three years when we were just friends for him to speak to me.”
“Oh lord, we’re so sorry for assuming such things.”
“Don’t apologise. You guys did nothing wrong, instead we should be the one apologising for the disruption this morning.” Lee Know blushed.
JiSung grinned, “nah, it is good to know that M/N actually can speak. What we’re worried it’s more of, can you walk later? I swear the bed creaking and your scream Hyung was a little over the moon.”
“Oh, that’s not even a full session.” Lee Know cheekily smiled as he kisses M/N’s cheek.
“Ewwwww,” the member cringed at the lovers.
#kpop x male reader#malereader#stray kids x male reader#straykidsxmalereader#lee know#fluff#selective mute#skz x reader#stray kids#lee minho#skz minho
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BBC Sherlock
Living With Moriarty
Living With Sherlock
Hero
Danger Nights [TW] (F)
She’s My Sister [Holmes!Sister]
Proud Of You [TW] [Holmes!Brother]
Adjustments [Austistic!Reader]
The Other Brother [Holmes!Brother]
Brother My Brother [Holmes!Sister]
In Your Silence [Mute!R] [Holmes!Brother]
Dear Sweet Sister [Holmes!Sister]
How do I Hold This [Holmes!Sister]
You Think I’m Dating a Man? [Holmes!R] (F)
Operation & Princesses [Holmes!Sister]
The Safest Place [Holmes!Sister]
Home for Christmas [Holmes!Sister]
#sherlock x reader#bbc sherlock x reader#platonic x reader#platonic fanfiction#john watson x reader#mycroft holmes x reader#sherlock holmes x reader#mycroft x reader#holmes!reader#male reader#x male reader#mute!reader#autistic!reader#sherlock x autistic!reader#sherlock x sister!reader#sherlock x brother!reader
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Urgh! The angst of Tyler Galpin X Sister! Reader— I LOVED IT
I'm probably going to make a few requests cuz I'm in love with your ideas(if you don't mind of course) but I will start with a not-so-random one
Could you do headcanons for Wednesday x Selective mute! Reader?
I'm making a series based on this pairing but the relationship/romance part it's not really my thing so...could you help? I mean, just ideas for them bonding and getting closer after season 1 would literally save me
It's such a pleasure to know that someone loves my works. Thanks you for the idea. I hope I managed to do it.
Wednesday x male! Reader
Your life before Nevermore
Your parents were sirens and used to attend Nevermore. When they found out you are mute, their life mission became making your life as comfortable as it was possible.
They showered you with love and tenderness but your peers were pretty cruel. They called you 'fish' and taunted constantly.
You often changed schools because of your parents who tried to stand up for you by all possible ways including siren' song.
You loved reading so you are the greatest nerd in the world.
You have a great imagination. Instead of watching TV like ordinary kids, you wrote fantastic stories about your adventures and you being normal. After all humiliation you became introverted and insecure.
You liked to have a stroll when streets get empty. You had a dog Bonnie so it was like your motivation to get out of your house. She was quite playful and adored you. You found her when she was a little sick puppy. She was left to die and local kids tried to make her die sooner throwing rocks in her but you protected her, shielding her with your back.
- Get lost, freak, or you want to get a punch?
- They are the same. This trash is dirty and ugly and this one can't even say a single word.
- His brain is so small that he can't do it!
They laughed at you but it was usual for you. You stopped trying to find out why people are so tyrannic towards you because you got used to it.
Your parents saved you and praised for bravery. You had nursed Bonnie till she got better. Eventually, she became normal and looked like other dogs and still she kept to your side.
One day you were walking around the town with Bonnie and she sniffed something and started barking. These were local bullies who made your life in school miserable but you kept it to myself.
- Who is here? Oh, that's the poor boy who can't even say something.
- Jack, he isn't going to say something. Maybe, we can do it with another way.
They rushed to you, taking out a small knife from their pockets to scare Bonnie but she didn't let them approach you. She attacked one of them and he stabbed her with the knife.
Meanwhile another bully tried to beat a soul out of you. When you saw her blood, you went ballistic. Your eyes were full of anger and something clicked inside of you. The bully stopped and you pushed him. He wasn't trying to defend himself then you glared at the other and he frose. He started shaking and fell on the ground. You dashed to Bonnie. Your phone was broken so you took her in your arms. She was heavy but you didn't have other options. Your parents were shocked to see you covered in blood after a walk.
It's a pity but Bonnie lost much blood and died in your arms. You were depressed for a long time, keeping her toys and photos.
You met the bullies in the school and they pinned you by your closet:
- We don't know how you and your shitty dog escaped but now we want to continue our conversation
You felt the anger again. Because of these bastards you lost your only friend. Their looks made your blood boil. You felt the feeling again and they froze. You used the opportunity and punched them, not caring that someone can see or hear you beat them. When you saw blood, you felt excitement. You were dragged by some teachers. That's how you were expelled.
Your parents didn't scold you for this and one day enrolled you to Nevermore, thinking that you can find some friends there.
Your life in Nevermore
Gossips about you reached the school before you. Everyone talked behind your back but you didn't care. Rumours about you reduced when this strange girl appeared because her story was more interesting than yours.
One day you were paired with her. She looked intimidating but turned out to be as indifferent to everything as you. You agreed to do your project in your room because you didn't have a rommie.
You were doing your project and she saw a photo on your table by your bed.
- Dog lover?- she asked showing you some signs
You squeezed a pen in your hand and ink was all over your hand. You left her, saying that you would be soon, trying to hold tears.
She was surprised and understood that the dog on the picture isn't ordinary but she was busy with her investigation so left the topic.
After the project your ways crossed rarely. You were also busy with investigating the case. You had your suspicions about Weens, who tried to hide death of Rowan. You was the one who found Thing at the station. It told you about Wednesday investigation.
That's when you started talking with Wednesday about the case. Some students started shipping you both.
She asked out the barista from Weathervane on the day of Raven. You, Eugene and her had decided to watch after the cave, but she chose to stay.
You left with Eugene. At first everything was okay but when someone appeared and burnt the cave you tried to see who it was, but you stepped on a branch and the sound revealed you. You tried to run away but the monster appeared. You tried to hypnotize it but its claws made a deep cut on your stomach. You passed out from blood loss.
Wednesday felt guilty and tried to visit both of you every day. Your parents appeared as soon as they heard about the accident. They had an argument with Weems calling her 'heartless witch who can't cope with her only duty - keep children safe' . They wanted to take you from the school but you were in coma. Wednesday promised them to look after you and they said that after the loss of Bonnie you avoided people so they are glad you to have found friends.
You woke up shortly after Eugene. Your parents wanted to take you away from Nevermore but you knew that if you do it, you will regret it. You had seen red boots and recognised them as Thornhill's.
You wanted to tell Wednesday but she already had left. You were worried and when Thing with Enid bumped into you, your guts told you that she is in a danger. You dashed to the Crypt with them, but when Enid started her transformation you had to go there by myself
You saw Tyler who was holding Wednesday by her collar so you pushed him. He transformed into a Hyde and attacked you. You used your hypnosis and it helped till the moment you lost control over him hearing some noises. He threw you in a tree and got ready to end your life but Enid saved you.
Wednesday dragged to Nevermore, knowing what's going on there right now. You saw the castle in fire and everyone was in panic but you were ready to any danger. While Wednesday was fighting with Crackstone, you were helping others to get out and then came back to the castle. You found Thornhill, who wanted to kill Wednesday so you attacked her from behind.
When everything ended, you took a small ball from your pocket, looking at it closely. It had some marks from Bonnie's teeth. You felt the hand on your shoulder, it was Wednesday. She hugged you tightly unexpectedly and you returned it. She told you about her Nero, who had been killed by bullies, and said the words you wanted to hear the most " I'm glad to have a friend like you" she smiled "If there were more people like you in the world, the world would be a better place. Hope to see you in the next semester"
" So do I" Enid appeared out of nowhere and hugged you
That's the time to turn a page and this time it will be easier with a friend who accepts you.
#wednesday#tyler galpin#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday characters x reader#mute reader#male reader#wednesday x male reader#wednesday angst
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Sweet Dreams
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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Guide for tormented hearts
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective Mute! Reader
Warnings: flashback in italics, violence, mention of past trauma,
Summary: Having a sleepover in Wednesday's room was stressful enough, but having a sleepover with her and Enid was...you don't even had a word for it. Somehow, you ended up being interviewed by Enid. And, somehow, you felt Wednesday's hands involving yours in the middle of the night.
Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.
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The picture shown to you was deserving of an award. It was theatrical, poetic, medieval. It showed a boy hooded, half naked, with his exposed skin painted red with the letter "A".
Any normal teenager would associate it with a popular series, and fear the one who pranked the hooded boy. However, the few who knew the true meaning behind the letter, knew that it was a punishment.
Surprisingly, Enid belonged to the second group, and her gossip blog was used to share the truth about the pranked boy — there weren't files or proof of what he had done, you didn't leave any on the scene. You know that the rumors about why a popular jock was hanged and mocked like this would ruin him — that's why you did it. Still, Wednesday complained about how merciful you were. For a second, you thought she was the one who told Enid to post about all the truth about the boy, but Wednesday seemed as surprised as you with her sudden arrival.
"OMG!" She gasped, running over to you both. "Did you guys see this? I still can't believe it!" The she-wolf showed you an Instagram post with the photo of the boy hanged. "Don't pity him though, Divina knows the guy and....well, let's say someone was really angry at him."
You couldn't help but chuckle.
"Do you think it's funny?"
Yes.
You said nothing, but Wednesday did.
"It's silly. I doubt anyone understood it."
"They will." Enid added right away. "I made sure of it and also...the guy felt so humiliated that he started to confess!" She was a bit too excited about it. "He bullied some kids from Nevermore too. Hank will be very busy because of him." Wednesday's eyes widened. "A bunch of older victims gathered the courage to accuse him too!" Enid cheered. "It's a bad guy paying for his crimes." The she-wolf seemed too happy about it, and both you and Wednesday watched in her silence for a brief moment. "We should know who did it."
You stepped away immediately, and Wednesday’s gaze followed you.
"Why is that?" She asked Enid, her eyes still on you as you walked away.
"Well, first, they committed a crime too, so the police will be looking for them." She argued, voice more steady and controled now. "Second, they deserved an award for their courage! I mean, it was a great idea! Efficient, cruel just enough." Enid suddenly stepped towards Wednesday. "Please don't tell anyone I said this."
"Do I look like I'd?"
Enid rolled her eyes and finally directed her attention to you. "Y/N!" She called you. "What do you think?"
It was hard for you to keep a blank face. In a dangerous act, you tilted your head in Wednesday's direction and smirked.
"No!" Enid jumped over to Wednesday. "You did not!"
"How dare—" She tried to hiss at you, but Enid grabbed her shoulders.
"How did you know it?" The she-wolf inquired. "OMG! You gotta tell me everything!"
"I'll kill you." She roared at your direction while Enid walked her to her colored side of the room.
"Please, please, I have to post it!"
"No."
"But—"
"I'm offended by your belief that I truly made such a harmless plan." She shoved Enid away with a cold glance and walked towards you slowly, following you by the room as you kept trying to flee. "I'd have done worse. Much worse." She finally cornered you. Wednesday stood so close to you that you weren't able to see Enid anymore. You weren't able to seek help anymore. "Y/N did it."
You held your breath instinctively — if you breathed wrong, Wednesday could kill you. And if you looked at her wrong, she would kill you.
Your gaze was locked on hers; you could not dare to contemplate the smirk on her lips or the freckles on her cheeks; you could not dare to follow the trace of her jawline or watch how softly her bang moved. If you did it right now, you did not know what the consequences would be.
However, Wednesday wasn't so cautious. Her gaze fell to your lips immediately, and her smirk grew wickedly as she watched your features twisting in stir and confusion.
"Please tell me everything!" Enid pumped up beside you and you jumped in reflex. Your eyes finally left Wednesday's. "Please! I promise I'll leave you anonymous but I have to know everything about that guy." Enid held your hand and pulled you away from the goth girl. "I want everyone to know what he had done."
You glanced at Wednesday for a brief second, not trying to get allowance, but to know why she did it, why she revealed you.
She wanted you to be friends with Enid too? Or was it a little revenge for your silly action?
Either way, it despaired you; You were sweating under Enid's careful touch.
She was glancing at you with expectation, and part of you knew Hank would never approve it.
But Hank didn't approve anything.
So you shook your head.
X
The interview with Enid turned out to be a slumber party. While she giggled and gasped at your short responses, Thing helped her to build...something. A fortress, you guessed, made of colorful blankets. Half of it was pink and yellow, the other half was black and white. You stood in the middle, unsure of where to go.
"So you found him drunk in the street and took your chance?" She asked after laying on the padded floor. "It was spontaneous like that?"
You shook your head, but it was Wednesday who replied. Your surprise by her voice was so great that you stepped back and watched her carefully.
"Y/N told me about the plan before we found him."
"So you found the douche in the street together?"
"Yes." She replied, unaware of where Enid wanted to get.
You were.
"So you were walking together? Like a date?"
You stepped away once again. You didn’t want to stand between the two girls right now.
"We spent the night together." Enid gasped, but Wednesday went on. "Investigating."
"I thought Hank was your partner in crime."
"Not anymore."
Not anymore. So you were. You were her partner.
You clutched your hands and grabbed your own arms, scratching yourself at distance from them both.
"Are you done with your questions?"
"No."
Wednesday stared at Enid, but the she-wolf didn't back away.
"Does Hank know about it?"
"Hank's a suspect."
You could no longer hear them. Your nervousness and excitement turned to anger in less than a second; you stormed out of the room with silent steps.
"What?"
"He's been lying to all of us."
Wednesday could only hear you closing the window to the balcony. Enid, Thing, and Wednesday watched you walking purposely and climbing over the rail.
A chill ran over Wednesday's body for a moment; she froze, and her chest stopped beating with the thought of what you could do. But you remained motionless, simply sat over the parapet, fingers tapping the concrete nervously.
You knew he was a suspect — it was obvious — you had no reason to react like this. No reason at all.
Still, you ran away from her like you did after arguing with Hank. Like you were angry and offended, upset. Why would you—
"Wednesday." Enid's voice stopped her train of thought. She glanced at the she-wolf abruptly, her expression flushed and confused like her roommate had never seen. "Go talk to him."
Silently, Wednesday followed the advice and walked to the balcony with loud steps. Behind her, Thing started to sign to Enid with hushed gestures.
"Y/N"
"What's your family like?" You shot at her; You didn't give her the chance to approach you, you didn't even turn to talk to her. She walked towards you before answering.
"Smothering and embarrassing."
"So they love you." Your voice didn't sound affected, nor angry. It sounded distant. "They love you." You whispered, and Wednesday wouldn't have listened to you if she hadn't just sat by your side.
Your head was turned to the sky darkening, your feet moved in the air as your fingers tapped the rail.
Where were you?
"I could say it's my dream." You said suddenly, low voice and eyes on the heavens. "To have a family like this."
"You don't know them."
"I know you." Your head dropped, but you didn't look back at her. "And I....I think..." Your voice was disappearing. "I think you are..." Wednesday noticed how red your face turned one moment before you shook your head and moved away from her. "I had a family too." You said with more strength in your tone. "After my father, I found Hank and...Rachel." You smiled weakly, and finally turned to Wednesday. Her skin mingled when she saw the sadness in your face. "Hank is not a suspect. He cannot be." Your gaze dropped as your fingers stopped tapping. Slowly, your whole body and countenance seemed to be turning off. "Not after he had done to Rachel....for me."
"I saw your poem." Wednesday told you, voice colder than you wished. "He took you back to the camps."
"He made a deal with the devil. He surrendered in order to keep me alive."
"He gave up. He killed Rachel. He locked you. "
"He—" you choked. "He kept me alive...from her." Your hand unconsciously touched your right rib. "I got hurt when we first escaped and Rachel...wanted to use it. Use me."
Wednesday frowned at your downcast expression.
You were betrayed too.
How were you not angry?
"But in your poem you blame him. You say you miss her."
"I do." You whispered. "She was desperate, and I still think she didn't mean it. But Hank...He became one of them that night." You wiped a tear away. "He's still my family, but he's bonded to them too."
"How?"
"Through blood." You swallowed dryly. "Now he owns a camp too."
"He's guilty too."
"Y-yes." You turned to her, eyes gleaming with tears. "I don't know what to do."
"He deserves it, Y/N."
"He was used!"
"He made a choice." She retorted firmly. Mercilessly.
You widened at her, lips suddenly clued in a straight line.
She would never have mercy for him, or for anybody. She was not like this.
"He's my brother." Your grunt made Wednesday frown. You sounded, probably for the first time ever, upset. "My family."
"I cannot let him—"
"I know." You cut her off. "I'm only asking for a chance. For a doubt." You felt her hand suddenly; you didn't intend to hold her, nor reach her, but she was sitting closer than you thought. Your skin brushed against her only for a moment. Only before you ask: "Could you?"
"You're naive."
You shook your head, slowly and lazily. It was the response: no, she could not.
She would never have mercy on Hank.
You accepted defeat with a hard swallow and turned your head to the stars again. With her intervention or not, you'd protect Hank.
But you preferred to have her by your side.
"Yes." She said, and you turned to her so quickly that you almost lost your balance. "Only one." She repeated strictly.
And then she saw that smile again, the same when she said you were friends, ecstatic and electrified. Alive, more than ever, so energetic it made her feel it too. And what she felt made she look away, but she could still hear your happiness when you said:
"Thank you."
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Fear has become something you got used to: since you first left your father's farm, on the day he took you to the festival, you were afraid. You were afraid because you didn't know what you'd find outside your little world — but you loved it.
Then you felt afraid again, a few years later, when you had the chance to walk around the forest by yourself. You felt afraid when you understood that the toy in your hands — the very same one the L/N's gave in order to conquer you — was stained with your father's blood.
You were afraid the night after, when you were completely alone in the camps — and you felt afraid every single night since then.
Fear guided you, drove you: it made you hide, and it kept you alive this far. You hate it.
But, tonight, you felt none of it — just like the night before, when you counted the freckles on Wednesday’s hands. When you felt the warmth of her closeness, and the hitch of her breath as she read your writing. Somehow, despite being haunted and hunted together, you felt no fright, and you knew she was responsible for it.
She was brave like no one you've met before — and maybe, just maybe, some part of her courage has rubbed off on you. Just like she was learning to write poems from you, you were learning bravery from her.
And it was your brand new courage that made you look for her in the middle of the night.
"Wednesday?" You whispered in the dark, not sure if she was awake. As comfortable as you were, laid down on the blanket fortress, you didn't seem able to fall asleep. "I must tell you something."
"Do not thank me again." She hissed, way louder than you. Surprisingly, the she-wolf was still asleep. Her snoring was still louder than yours and Wednesday’s voices. "It's unnecessary and distressing."
"No." You felt your face heating. "It's not that."
"Then say it." Her words were met with silence: suddenly, from her side, Wednesday heard and felt nothing but your shaking breathing. You were closer than she expected, and she was surprised when you moved slightly away.
"That night…" She could feel the sheet slipping under her as you spoke. "When you saw m—the Alp." You corrected yourself hushedly. "It got inside your head."
Wednesday turned her face to you: her features moved fast, attentively in the dark, but she couldn't find you. She could only hear your hoarse, low voice, whispering the last words she wanted to hear.
"I saw what he did." You paused. If Wednesday could see you, she wouldn't stand the expression in your face, nor understand it: the frowned eyes, scrunched nose, twisted lips. She wouldn't recognize your anger — she had never seen it, after all — but it disturbed your face as much as it burned your body. And she would never comprehend how it did not affect your voice. "And I must tell you that…" Her hand reached you in the pitch dark. "You're wrong." Wednesday's touch made you gasp the words; for a brief second, your tone failed, but you went on, no matter how hard her grip was.
"You're not unlovable." You held her instead of fleeing: that was what she expected you to do. To shy away from her, from her touch — that was what she wanted to do. "You're not detached."
Her fingers left your skin and you shook. You trembled in the complete dark. But you had to finish.
"You have a heart that overwhelms you and I—" Your voice cracked. "I…" You closed your eyes and said, "I want to know it."
Wednesday remained out of your sight, and the room suddenly went silent — you saw nothing and heard nothing. Not even Enid's roars.
"Please" You whispered last. "Would you let me know your heart?"
Coldness involved your burning face as you felt something suddenly coming closer — the dark was not enough to hide Wednesday now. Her hands were on you, and could watch her eyes, only inches away from yours, targeting you. Not with rage, not with determination, but with an unknown gleam that shone even in the darkness.
And those same pitch black, yet bright eyes closed as her breath engulfed you.
"Guys?" Enid moaned, her claws stretching out and reaching Wednesday's blanket. The Addams girl retreated immediately, and the sound coming from her gritting teeth proved that she was more annoyed than startled. "You fine?"
"I'll kill you." Wednesday roared.
"Oh" Enid yawned. "Sweet dreams for ya"
Sinclair's snores restarted, and your heat finally felt like ceasing. But the coldness didn't leave your skin, then you realized Wednesday's hand was still covering yours.
"You need to sleep." You felt her grip pulling you in her direction.
"I don't want to." Either way, you obeyed, moving slowly over the blankets. "I don't want her to end this."
'This' , Wednesday thought again, 'what was this?'
"I won't let it." She spoke before her mind could silence her: her rationale told her she should not, but the heat coming from your body, now laying so close to hers, confused her. Her hand was still on your skin, and she was the one pulling you closer. "I won't let her."
She felt your hair trickling her skin, and she smiled; the smell of dew and old books mingled inside of her lungs. Suddenly, her whole body was filled by your scent, and an uncontrollable smile grew widely in her lips.
You could only see a glimpse of it and, yet, it was the most beautiful image you have ever seen: Wednesday, laid by your side, smiling blatantly at you. Because of you.
You intertwined your fingers with hers, and her slow breathing soon helped you to relax.
You were smiling too, and enjoying her closeness with serenity: your hands were glued together, as your heads brushed softly. You were close enough to keep each other at safety, at peace. At fondness.
At warmth and rest.
"Sweet dreams, Wednesday."
You whispered, almost in her ear, before closing your eyes.
"Sweet dreams, Y/N."
X
"You don't understand what she's like." Rachel hissed in a desperate whisper, running after Hank as he paced over the room, looking for as many remedies as he could find. "We cannot stop now. She'll find us. She'll find Y/N if he—"
"If he doesn't sleep, he'll die." Hank argued back, picking a bottle of alcohol and gathering it with the others medical equipments. "It's out of discussion."
A sob of pain grew louder as they approached you: the bed was soaked with your sweat , and your gritting teeth could be heard from meters away. You were grasping the sheet as if they were your life — your freedom. And in some certain way, they really were; if you blacked out now, the Alp would rise, and the Hexe would find you all.
If you stayed awake, however, such as you were trying so hard to be now....maybe you wouldn't make it.
"If he sleeps, we all die." Rachel repeated, in a stronger and deeper voice. "We need to let him, Hank...It's him or us."
"What?"
"Your heard me." Rachel sobbed. "We can come back later, with policemen and weapons. We can free everyone and end this!" You grunted: only a few words made sense to you, but her cries forced you to look up. To look at her. And to notice how painfully she avoided your gaze. Her eyes were locked on a distant figure: Hank, then agitated and reactive, now was quiet, motionless. Rachel watched his back, his almost unnoticeable breathing. She went on: "We can, I swear we will, but only if we survive now!" The boy didn't move. He stood in the dark, completely silent. "Hank, please!"
What happened next was hard for you to understand: you saw a bright flash of blue light, you heard a roar — maybe Hank's, maybe your own — and you felt a weight. A grip, claws cutting deep into your skin as you tried to scream.
But it wasn't Hank. Your widened eyes glanced at the creature that made you winch: an werewolf. Rachel's transformed. Her claws and teeth engulfed* you as the blue light approached — your flesh was pierced apart, and when you thought that the cut on your rib would knock you down, the pain coming through your chest awakened you.
"STOP!" A voice, trembling and low like fire crackling, took over your ears — your mind. The presence of the devil dominated your mind before you could actually see it. The Kigatilik was in front of you, white and curled as always, long claws and fingers being raised as the blood emerged, soaking your clothes.
You blinked, slowly, painfully: the scene didn't make sense for you; You only recognized the inuit, and its broad, monstrous back covered every glimpse of the werewolf. Hank — now in his devilish form — stood between you and Rachel. He— it forced the beast away, marching over to her until the roars became barks. In the middle of the dark, in the middle of the night — the monsters were fighting over you. Sweat and blood sprinkled over you, mingling with your own.
You couldn't see much, you couldn't hear much; all you could do was breathe: it was hard and painful, but you managed to — you had to.
The last thing your understood was:
"Take me." The plea came from a hoarse, sobbing voice. It came from below, from the devil crawling on the floor, on the pool of blood. "Not him. Take me." There was a shadow standing above him. You saw: you knew it. You could see the gleam of its eyes shining in the dark. Like the shadow itself was watching you.
Like a nightmare observing.
Like the Mare.
The Hexe said "Yes."
And it all went black.
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dwayne hoover x mute!male!reader
req: COULD YOU DO A DWAYNE HOOVER X MUTE MALE READER FLUFF? 😭 IM MUTE AND ITS SO HARD TRYING TO FIND ONES WITH MUTE READER (wattpad)
wc: 1.4k
warnings: male reader (he/him), mute reader, reader can be cis or trans it really doesn't matter, takes place before the movie, maybe second-hand embarrassment, awkward ending whoops sorry </3, kind of short
note: this was so fun to write tbh!!
cut for length!!
You get out of your parent's car, your notepad in hand as you got ready to have to deal with the hell that is school. You couldn't blame the bullies at school much, not many of them meet mute people in their lifetimes. You tried to use ASL but barely anyone knew it so you decided to just use a notepad and pen instead, you figured it was the main reason some kids made rude comments about it.
Your family had just moved to this town mid-school year, you hadn't minded it much since your family moved a lot but you were going to miss one of the friends you made in the town you were just in.
You walked into the office and wrote something down quickly, asking where the counselor's office is and showing it to someone at the front desk.
"What? can't talk?" She laughed after she spoke, her laughter dying down when she realized that you weren't joking. She quickly points you towards the office and goes back to work, filling out papers and such. You knock on the door before the counselor opens it, smiling at you when she sees your face.
"Hey, kiddo! What's up?" She says joyfully only to be met with you scribbling on your notepad, she frowned slightly before you showed her what you wrote. 'I need my schedule' written in big letters on the yellow paper. "Your schedule? Why won't you talk?" confusion rang in the counselor's voice. You pulled your notepad back to you and wrote again, this time saying that you're mute and don't talk, she nodded in understanding and invited you into her office. "What's your name?" She begrudgingly said as you sat down in one of the chairs.
You wrote it down and showed her, she typed the name into her computer and found your schedule, printing it out for you. As the page printed she turned her chair to be facing yours.
"You know, there's another mute student here, Dwayne Hoover. I think you two would get along, I'll call him down to give you a tour of the school," She turned back to her desk, not even noticing you shaking your head 'no' so she wouldn't call him down. She did some typing on her computer before pressing some numbers into the phone and telling whoever it was on the other end to send Dwayne Hoover down.
You waited awkwardly in the office while you waited for the supposed other mute to show up, you nervously twiddled with your thumbs when you heard a curt knock on the counselor's door.
"Oh, Dwayne! How good to see you again, this is a new student to the school that also happens to be mute. I was hoping you could take him on a tour of the school?" She said, standing up and grabbing papers she needed to deliver to another room. Dwayne just nodded and motioned for you to come towards him.
You stood up and followed him as he led you out of the counselor's office and down the hall. He made a writing motion with his hand, as if he was asking if he could talk to you through writing. You pulled out your notepad and wrote a small 'i'm m/n' written near the top. You handed the notepad to Dwayne and he read it, using his own pen to write 'dwayne' and hand the notepad back to you.
You two kept switching your notepad back and forth as you walked, ending up sitting down on a bench in the hall as you two communicated. He wrote down his house number and then wrote that you could call if you ever wanted to hang out, this turned into you two making plans to meet up after school so he could show you the music that he likes.
By the time you two were wrapping up your conversation the bell rang, so Dwayne walked you to your next class and went on his way. It was the third period when you two got done talking so you had to sit through the rest of the day waiting for it to be time to see Dwayne again.
At lunch, you saw him and sat next to him though you didn't talk as much. All you two wrote to each other was Dwayne asking if you wanted some of the apple slices he somehow got, you declined but told him you appreciated the offer. Lunch ended quickly after that, Dwayne walked you to your next class again and then left to his. You could barely focus in the rest of your classes thinking about what it would be like to hang out with Dwayne.
As the classes passed and the day got closer to 3:00 pm (15:00), you got more and more excited. When the bell finally rang, you rushed to the front of the school. Dwayne wrote that at the end of the day he would go to the front and look for you, he walked home from school every day so he didn't have to worry about if one of his parents would want to drive you to their house or not.
Just as Dwayne said he would be, he was in the front looking over the crowd of other kids to see you, he quickly found you and ran up to you, waving and motioning you to follow him just as he did the morning of that day.
You got the hint and started following him as you both walked to his house, you didn't write anything to him as you figured he'd still only want to focus on walking home instead of talking to you. It was a short walk, a little over half a mile. He frowned when he got to his house, embarrassed to introduce his family to you if they happened to notice that you two were there.
He made another notepad motion with his hands and you got the hint, pulling out your notepad and pen and handing it to him. He wrote for a bit and gave the notepad and pen back to you, standing and waiting for you to read it.
The note read, 'my family is embarrassing, you don't have to interact with them if you don't want to'
You understood where he was coming from but still wanted to meet them, you wrote your response before handing it back to Dwayne to read.
'that's ok, i get how embarrassing families go'. Dwayne handed it back to you and just shook his head with a small smile, leading you inside his house. At first, no one did anything, the house felt empty. Until you heard a door open and saw a little girl run out. She looked around 9 or 10, with big glasses. She squealed loudly when she saw you, then ran up to you and hugged your legs.
Her voice was going a hundred miles per hour, talking way too fast for you to even get anything she was saying. Eventually, she slowed down and was able to get out what she had been trying to say the entire time.
"Hi! I'm Olive, I'm Dwayne's little sister, are you Dwayne's friend? Can you stay the night?" Though her voice was calmed down, it certainly wasn't slowed very much. You nervously looked at Dwayne and he just motioned towards what you assumed to be his room, you nodded and smiled at his little sister. You waved a small bit before awkwardly getting her off your legs and getting into Dwayne's room. In his room he had his own note pad so he didn't have to get you to let him use yours, he got to his notepad and wrote something before showing it to you.
'sorry Olive is so hyper, I warned you about my family,' is what the note said, you just smiled a 'that's ok, i don't mind,' you wrote back. Dwayne went over to his collection of CDs and pulled a couple out, his favorites, before putting one of them into the CD player next to his bed. He wrote something on his notepad again before handing it to you, 'you can sit where ever, i don't mind' you nodded and handed it back.
Unsure of where to put your stuff, you took your shoes off and put them next to the door along with your backpack. You sat down on the edge of Dwayne's bed, next to where Dwayne sat down when you were taking off your shoes, and just listened to the music. You pulled out your notepad and wrote 'you have a good taste in music', handing it to him to read. He looked at you and smiled as he handed it back, writing down 'thanks' and a smiley face next to it on his own note pad.
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Stay with Me
Pair: Mute/GN! Reader
Type: Drabble - 906 words
Genre: Fluff
Summary: You have training to attend to with Mute, but you’re a famously terrible morning person. You’re also a famously convincing person, at least when it comes to your boyfriend. Mute has other plans, however.
TW: None
A/N: Just wanted to write some more variety and write for my favourite R6S guy! Also wanted to make my debut in the tag, since I don’t think my masterlist reaches it ^^;
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
Mute didn’t necessarily consider himself a morning person, but he didn’t have as much difficulty when it came to waking up on time. At least, not as much as you. You always wondered where he’d gotten such tenacity from, but he merely shrugged. He had a job to do and lazing around wasn’t going to win him any permanent favours. How admirable. You were almost envious of how easy it was for him. Maybe your struggles came from your terrible sleep schedule- but that’s besides the point.
As an alarm spells out impending doom for you, it spells a loud, annoying get the fuck out of bed to your boyfriend- which you are none too pleased about. Especially when as he leans up in bed, you find your arms being unwillingly dragged along- causing your body to contort weirdly. You could’ve easily just let him go but… You’re stubborn, as you keep your arms as tightly locked around his figure as possible in your sleepy state, making the latter laugh lightly,
“C’mon, it’s time to get up, love.”
There’s no verbal response as you shake your head fervently against his side. You try to pull him back, knowing full well he had the upper hand being fully awake already and all,
“Just a few minutes, come onn, it won’t kill you,” you drag your words out to try and tempt him, tugging lightly as you bury your head in his side. Your sentence is muddled partly by your face being in his side, and partly because of the slur in speech sleep cast on your voice. Mark could feel his lips lift higher into a more visible, amused smile, resting the hand next to you on his side on your head instead,
“Hmm, maybe that won’t but Thatcher certainly will,” he’s thoroughly entertained as you scoff, shaking your head,
“I don’t know about you but I'm not letting him get in between me and my precious extra 5 minutes of sleep with my beloved,” there’s a mock pompous tone in your voice as you cling a little closer. He sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly, but you can still practically hear that adoring smile on his lips as he speaks,
“With how long this,” he gestures briefly at your insistent grip, “has been going on for, i’d reckon you’ve had your so-called five minutes,” he tilts his head to the side with a smirk, already hearing your complaints of him being a smartass before they’d even begun. Mid-complaint, you’re already pushing your head past from under his hand to feign a glare face-to-face, or at least, as much as your head could crane up to his face with your awkward positions. His eyes gaze over the visible parts of your face, admiring the tired droop to your eyelids as they threaten to shut again, to the bed head that curls around your face in a frizzled, adorable mess.
Chuckling again, he simply presses the tip of his index finger to your nose. Almost immediately, your face scrunches up beneath the touch, as though you’d eaten a lemon, making him snicker even more. You can’t help but laugh along, trying to stifle yourself with the fabric of his shirt, “God, you’re ridiculous, love,” he teases affectionately, making you huff against him,
“Am not,” you pout childishly. He rolls his eyes and attempts to get up again, making your slackening grip tighten once more,
“Come on, I need a shower, love. I’m certain you want one too,” he tries to urge you up, his other hand moving to slightly push at the raised part of your back. You act like dead weight however, trying to drag this out as far as possible. Admittedly, mornings were one of your favourite parts of the day, if only to convince Mark to come back and snuggle with you back under the warm covers for whatever precious little, alone time you had left to spare. It was a recurring joke that simply grew into tradition. One you both loved to do, no matter how exasperated you both may seem.
He stops pushing you, if only to rotate you with a sigh into his lap. You’re mildly annoyed at the loss of warmth from being half under the covers, but you could admit that being in his lap had its benefits too. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for him to use your arms around him as leverage to lift you up- supporting your legs and lower back in his arms.
You yelp and hold on closer out of instinct, a few uncouth curses tumbling out of your mouth as he starts walking. He watches your reaction closely with a snicker, warm eyes crinkling with amusement as you squint your eyes in confusion,
“If you’re gonna be this stubborn and clingy, i’ll just have to carry you with me and have that shower together, hmm?”
The suggestion makes your face burn up, newfound warmth spreading to your ears and neck as the dirtier implications suddenly register in your sleep-addled mind. It almost acts like coffee in the way you perk up and wake up a bit. Oh. You can only hide your face in his chest as he walks you to the bathroom, teasing you about your reaction all the while.
Although, despite your mild fatigue and reluctance to get out of bed, you can’t help but be very intrigued at this new proposal.
#rainbow six siege#rainbow six siege x reader#r6s mute#r6s mute x reader#mute x reader#x ftm reader#x male reader#x trans male reader#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader#x m reader#r6s x reader#reader insert#r6siege#rainbow six#r6s
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Some more The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s
Thought of some more, some don’t even make sense Ngl
I’m binge watching TWD so send me ideas for HC’s, I wanna get into posting more of the stuff I write. Also might turn this into a series? I dunno
Also the amount of TWD gifs that are 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 Daryl is almost frustrating
Some HC’s more focused on you:
• You pretty much become the groups spy
• Even they lose track of you and you use this to your advantage
• You spy on everyone, although it’s unintentional most of the time
• Because of this you know 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 about everyone
• Some of the group members question if you were with the mafia or something before the apocalypse because of how quiet you are (and not just because you’re mute)
• You and Daryl become Ricks right hand men, Daryl being his second in command and you his third
• You and Daryl get to a point where usually if you see one, the other isn’t far behind
• Archers stick together
• After being with them for so long the group is able to read your expressions easy and have a general, if not very accurate, idea what you want to say (but can’t, obviously)
• No one touches your bow without your approval
• They seen what happens when they do and frankly, they’d like to keep their nose intact, and their teeth
• Your protective of your weapon, what can you say?
• You have a soft spot for Carl though
• He’s like that little brother that you just can’t get rid of
• Plus you’ve taught him how to use it as he’s gotten older so you don’t mind him practicing (with your supervision of course, Rick and Lori would have your head otherwise)
• Everyone is curious as to how you became mute, or if you were just born with it
• They know they won’t ever know though because you refuse to tell them
• By this point they also know not to pressure you for information
• (Another reason to believe you were with the mafia)
#the walking dead x male reader#twd headcanons#mute reader#x male reader#male reader#headcanon#twd x male reader#rick grimes#daryl dixon#carl grimes
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𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
summary: joel secretly watches you shower.
warnings: 18+ mdni. older!joel miller x afab!reader. dubcon -> reader has no idea. reader has a bush but no other physical descriptors. male masturbation. joel is a conflicted, dirty old man but we love him so. w.c: 1.3k
author's note: the title is way too sweet for this. thank you @ghotifishreads for looking this over!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
Joel is a bad man.
A very, very bad man.
Still, he couldn't think of a reason to stop as he gripped the base of his cock and began to stroke while he watched you dance like a sprite under the flowing stream.
It was a miracle the two of you stumbled upon a YMCA this far from the city. Joel figured it'd be swarming with people or worse, but it was oddly barren aside from crawling vines and small critters living in the alcoves.
It was even rarer that the water would still be working, but after you begged him with those big doe eyes, Joel checked it out.
You wait anxiously on a pathway in the center of a large washroom, shifting back and forth on your feet between the shower stalls while Joel stands in one of the less scary cubicles. The room was a mess. Mud cakes the floor and walls; once pearly white tiles are now smeared with dirt. Various tiles and mirrors are splintered and broken.
"'ere goes nothin'." Joel turns the knob, and the pipes behind the wall make a slew of thuds and loud creaking noises before a rush of water flows from the tap like a waterfall spilling over the edge of a cliff.
"No, shit." Joel curses in shock and tests the water's temp. "S'ice cold." he hisses before stepping out of the tiny stall.
You squeal elatedly. Uncaring about the cold, you move closer and cup your hands under the stream. You let out a soft moan at the frigid temperature. The unruly summer days were doing a number on you both.
Joel swallows hard at the sound and shifts his eyes to the floor before spying a few bars of soap a few feet away. He grabs two and tosses you one. "I don't know about you, but I'm taking a shower now," you announce, dropping your bag into the path between the stalls.
"Guess I should, too," Joel says, looking at the other, relatively clean stall across from yours.
"You definitely should." You quip and playfully wrinkle your nose as you shuck off your shoes.
"Shut up." Joel bites back with a sly grin. He takes a few short steps and turns the shower knob. Sure enough, crystal clear water streams freely from the head.
"See ya when we're clean." you send him a smile before tugging your curtain closed.
Joel shifts on his feet in the small space as he watches you pile your clothes on top of your bag from behind the curtain. He should keep guard and give you some privacy, but all coherent thought evaporates when he sees and hears you step under the stream.
Sunlight pours down into your stall from a window above, creating a tempting silhouette as you shimmy in the water and let loose an unrestrained moan. The sweet sound echoes off the washroom walls and slithers into Joel's brain. It races down his spinal column, and reaches home in his groin. His cock fills with blood instantly, forcing him to bite his cheek and mute his own moan.
"Ah, what the hell," he mumbles, setting his pack next to yours and closing the curtain to his stall. He's out of his clothes quicker than he remembers moving, chucking them carelessly on the other side of the curtain. His cock stands hard and raging, but he ignores it, choosing to step under the freezing stream with the hope it'll curb his arousal.
"Fuck." Joel groans when the cold rains down on his sweltering body.
"Told you." he hears you tease.
Joel shakes his head with a smile. It was by chance that your paths crossed. He wasn't looking for anyone to share in this new way of life, especially after Tommy left, but as luck would have it, you stumbled into his world at the right time, and now he's not quite sure he wants to live without you in it.
He'd kept his distance over the last few months. He was too old to get caught up in sappy feelings and didn't need the distraction when life was on the line. However, that raw, gnawing need never went away. It took him a while to relax and feel secure enough to get off, but when he did, he was able to let go and succumb to the urges he remembered enjoying so much before the outbreak.
He scrubs his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, across his broad, hairy chest, expelling dirt and grime from his skin as it swirls down the drain. His erection still hasn't faded; if anything, it's even harder now as your airy singing fills the room.
He teethes his bottom lip as he succumbs to the urge once more and curls a soapy hand around his twitching length, circling the girthy base with a tight grip. Blood pulses in the crown— a desert sunset red, throbbing and weeping.
Joel knows it's wrong, but he's past the point of caring. With his left hand, he eases the curtain to catch another glimpse of your inviting silhouette but gets more than he imagined.
A breeze from the open window above your stall must have pushed the curtain open without you realizing. It was no bigger than a small gap, but it exposed enough of your body to Joel's prying eyes.
His jaw clenches tight as his deviant gaze travels along the wet, soapy expanse of your body. Water drips from your hairline, over your clavicle, between your breasts, and trickles down your soft belly. A mess of droplets and soapy suds cling to the patch of curls that covers your mound. Joel's cock throbs at the sight of your bush; he always loved the taste of a sweaty, hairy pussy.
You wash yourself, utterly unaware of his stare. The knot in Joel's abdomen twists, an unyielding cramp cinching ever tighter. He swirls his large, slick palm over his drooling tip, expertly moving with the right touch, trying his quickest to get off before the floor opens up and swallows him whole.
His sac tightens, drawing up as an intense wave burns through his gut. He watches with shameless infatuation as you run your soapy hands around your breasts and between your legs before rinsing away the filth. He roughly thrusts into his grip, imagining it's your cunt as it hugs and swirls around him while he greedily fucks into your warmth. He wants nothing more than to feel you under him, writhing from his illicit and soothing touch.
His spine curves as he hunches over and leans one hand on the wall for support as he comes with a mess of deep, broken grunts. Fingers scratch the tile, body quivering with searing pleasure as thick white ropes splash against the dingy tile; he pictures you gasping for him while he fills you to the brim.
Shame creeps in, swarming hot and fast like the midday sun after a summer rainstorm. He yanks his hand from his cock like he's been burnt when you suddenly appear on the other side of the curtain.
"Are you almost done?" your voice cutting through the white noise of the shower stream. Joel peers around the side of the curtain, eyes piercing yet sorrowful. "Yeah, gimme a minute."
For now, Joel shakes off his shame. He cleans himself up and haphazardly splashes the wall with water, washing away any evidence of his perverted seclusion.
"Here," he hears you say as you hand him his clothes. He opens the curtain a bit and notices your eyes are cast downward. Joel instantly feels the sharp fangs of regret sink into his flesh; you must've heard him.
"Thanks," Joel mutters. His fingers brush yours as he grabs his clothes, making your big eyes snap to his before they curiously travel down over his bouldering, sun-kissed shoulders. He watches your jaw drop with a silent gasp, and your knees slightly buckle at the dewy sight of him.
"Be out right out," he smirks when you forget to let go of his clothes, forcing you to mumble a mortified apology before he closes the curtain.
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe he's not as bad as he thinks, and just maybe he might have a chance with you.
feel free to scream at me -> 💌
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veins and video games - m.s
PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.9K
GENRE(S): smut, established relationship au
SUMMARY: you notice how good matt’s hands look while he’s playing video games.
WARNINGS: smut [soft dom matt, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation]
“just five more minutes, baby,” your boyfriend, matt, says for the nth time this evening, his eyes not even leaving the PC screen as he speaks.
“ugh but you said that last time.” you whine sprawled out on his bed for god knows how long.
matt mutes his mic and turns around to look at you and says “I know babe, but i promise just 5 more minutes and i’m all yours okay?” then turning back around to return to his game.
“ughhhhhh” you groan rolling over to your belly and going back to your phone. matt turns around looking at you, seeing a pout on your lips he starts to feel bad for playing for so long. he then has an idea.
“baby come sit on my lap and watch me play.” he says, you perk up and make your way over to sit on his lap.
he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, unmutes his mic, starts the game and you intently watch him play. you watch the screen for a little bit but then your eyes drift down to follow the movement of his hands and fingers. you notice his veins pop out everytime he moves his hands and his fingers move quickly across the controller. now thinking about how good his fingers would look inside of you, you start to rub your thighs together for relief. you then unintentionally start to move on his lap getting a little more comfortable which causes matt to let out a breath.
matt grabs your hips and says, “baby, stop moving.” quietly so the boys won’t hear him, eyes still not leaving the screen.
you pout your lips and move again still feeling uncomfortable. matt then utters out a small groan so quiet you almost missed it. you bite your own lip and smirk to yourself knowing what your movement caused, starting to feel something hard poke you from under. you move on him again and that causes his character to die.
“FUCK MATT WE ALMOST HAD HIM!” you can hear chris yell through matt’s headset.
“we got him for the next game bro.” matt replies.
taking advantage of the small break, you start to trace your fingers along matt’s veins, loving the way they look in the light. you then bring his fingers to your lips, give it a small kiss and that’s when you slowly start to put his fingers in your mouth. matt is watching you intently with a dark look in his eyes. you make eye contact with him and start sucking on his fingers pretending like it’s a lollipop. you start to feel matt get even harder from under you and you start to move on his lap causing matt to let out a groan.
“matt you good?” you hear nick say through his headset.
“yeah, just stubbed my toe. let’s start playing.” matt says, pulling his fingers out your mouth, giving you a warning glare. you pout and then an idea comes to your mind.
you get off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him. matt looks at you not knowing what your intentions are. you start to pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to take his cock out. the feeling of your soft hand wrapping itself around his shaft causes him to let out a quiet groan. you look up at him with wide eyes and that sight alone will make him cum. he sucks in a small breath as you lick up a small stripe, taking him in your mouth, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as you swirl your tongue around it.
you smile when matt jerks his hips up at the contact, his bottom lip between his teeth trying to keep his cool as you start to take him further down your throat. you make a ‘hm’ noise that sends vibrations through his body. you notice his jaw tightens and his grip tightens around his controller as you start to bob your head up and down at a rhythmic pace. He looks down at you and that sight alone makes you draw out a quiet whine. he throws his head back, closing his eyes causing him to lose focus in that game.
“MATT CMON BRO WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU TONIGHT” chris yells through his headset.
as matt is about to speak, you swirl your tongue around his tip and sucking on it like your life depends on it, and that makes him let out a loud groan.
“fuck.” you hear matt nearly growl into the mic, hips faltering as he tries his best not to cum down your throat.
“sorry guys im not feelin too great tonight imma have to clock out for the night.” matt says into the mic all in one breath trying his best not to stutter. immediately after telling nick and chris he leaves the game, takes off his headset, and shuts everything down. pushing his chair away from his desk he gives you a disapproving look. hair messy and out of breath, the tip of his cock still resting on tongue, he’s never looked so hot.
“you couldn’t have waited 5 minutes could you hm?” matt says with a husky voice shooting straight to your already soaked panties.
“i just..” you begin, starting to pout your bottom lip out with wide eyes that make him go crazy, “i just wanted your attention.”
“yeah baby?” matt smirks, getting up from his seat and dragging you to his bed.
you nod eagerly, letting him lie you down on your back and pulling your panties down, sinking straight into the soft silk sheets and legs spreading automatically. matt pulls his lip between his teeth, tracing you up from your thighs up to your pretty pink lips. he taps the bottom of your lip with his thumb signaling you to open, you comply letting him shove his fingers in your mouth. you start swirling your tongue and sucking on his fingers like you were on his cock. matt lets out a groan, replacing his fingers with his lips. the kiss is hard, heavy and messy, getting you even more wet if that was possible. you slowly start to feel his fingers running down your waist all the way to in between your thighs causing you to let out a small whine.
matt pulls away, “what’s wrong baby?” saying mockingly. you start to let out inaudible words. “use your words pretty girl” giving you a soft kiss.
“matt i need you.” you whine bucking your hips up trying to get some type of friction.
“i don’t know baby, after that stunt you just pulled, i don’t think you deserve it.” he slowly teases you purposely avoiding the one spot you need him the most.
“matty please i’ll be a good girl for you.” you whine. he smirks, “oh you’re gonna be a good girl for me baby?”
you nod eagerly, begging, “yes yes yes i’ll be so good for you please” and that’s when you finally feel his fingers rubbing your clit in circles.
you let out a sigh mixed with a moan finally feeling that relief you’ve been needing for ever. matt continues to rub in circles slowly getting faster and faster.
“matt please i need your fingers inside me.” you sigh out.
“so needy baby” he says as he starts to insert a finger into your wet cunt.
“oh fuck baby, you’re so wet and tight for me.” he moans out and inserts another finger starting to pick up the pace causing you to let out a loud moan. all you can focus on right now is how good his fingers feel inside of you and the way he curls his fingers is just hitting you all in the right places all while he’s giving you wet kisses on your neck. the combination of the neck kisses and him fingering you with those long slender fingers makes you closer to your orgasm.
“feel good baby?” he says as he picks up the pace even more.
you moan out, “mmm i’m close matty.”
“I know baby i know, i can feel you clenching around my fingers. you’re doing so good for me.” he says starting to rub your clit with his thumb as he fingers you and that pushes you towards the edge.
“oh my god” you scream out drenching his fingers in your juices. matt slows down his pace letting you ride out your high and once you finally calmed down he brings his thumb to your bottom lip signaling you to open. you let out a moan tasting yourself on his fingers looking at him deeply in his eyes making him let out a small sigh. he immediately dives in for a passionate kiss, tongues fighting with dominance. you feel his hands going to your waist to the edge of your shirt starting to lift it. you break away from the kiss to help him out by pulling your shirt over your head as he does the same to his own, reconnecting your lips together, he removes your bra with ease.
“open your legs wider sweetheart.” he mumbles against your lips. you comply feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your wet slit. the feeling makes you let out a small whine still sensitive from your previous orgasm which makes matt chuckle lowly.
he starts to slowly insert himself letting out a loud moan.
“fuck baby, you're so tight for me.” he says bottoming you out, once you’ve adjusted to him he starts to pick up the pace keeping a steady rhythm.
“oh fuck matt, fuck fuck fuck…” you moan out. he continues to pound into you at a fast pace, hands gripped onto your waist.
“mmm baby you feel so good. you’re doing so good for me.” he moans out, slowing his pace slightly making you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you deeply. he brings his thumb to your lips and you close your lips moaning around it.
“fuck..” he picks up the pace going harder and faster feeling your tongue on his thumb and that causes you to let out a scream.
“matty close close close…” you moan out feeling another orgasm creeping up.
“yeah baby? cum on my cock for me.” he groans out putting pressure on your clit. that action alone made you scream out his name covering his cock in your juices, but he doesn’t slow down.
“matt…can’t…too much..” you say breathless.
“yes you can baby. you’re gonna be a good girl for me right?” he leans down giving you sloppy wet kisses on your neck slowing down his pace but going in oh so deep.
“mhm wanna be… your good girl…” you say, slightly fucked out causing matt to chuckle. he then throws one of your legs over his shoulder letting him fuck into you at a new angle.
“mmm you take me so well baby im so close baby.” he says ramming into you at a faster speed. you can’t even speak words properly so you just let out noises.
“you gonna be a good girl let me cum in you huh?” he says in a low voice.
“uh huh uh huh” you nod your head clenching around him repeatedly.
“oh fuck im cumming baby, fuck im cumming.” he says squeezing his eyes shut, hips moving faster as he feels you clenching. you scream out feeling your third orgasm of the night wash you over as matt lets out a long string of curses and moans releasing his load into you. his hips slow down letting you both ride your high. he slowly pulls out, both of you wincing at the loss of contact.
“you did so good for me princess.” matt giving you a gentle kiss.
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author's note: hi dis my first story i've ever written, if you like it, kisses for you, and if you hate it don't tell me or i'll cry. i was actually debating on whether to start writing or not but i got a request (surprisingly) and so here's this but n e weighs fanks for reading mwah <3
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📄 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲
Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy 🫡 brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)
𝐀/𝐍: Is it me or has tumblr updated and it’s harder to use now?? Like I can’t move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by c.ai again as well as one of my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.
Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. You’ve finally finished your project that you’ve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.
Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.
You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.
You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.
His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. “There she is…”
You didn’t feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way you’ve neglected him for your work the past few days.
He didn’t expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, “¿Estás bien?
You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids you’ve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse “I’m sorry, I’ve been pushing you away.”
He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.
“Is that why you’re upset? You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you mi alma,” he murmured.
Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.
The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguel’s eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.
You were glad the main light wasn’t on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you — your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.
He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips again— almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.
You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.
“Miguel…” you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.
“How about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.” He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.
You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguel’s background in the science field. “Study? As in science?”
“Science is such a broad term. Let’s start with biology and anatomy,”
You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguel’s proposal.
He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.
Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.
It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.
But you’ve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.
“How about we remove your clothes.” His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.
“Is this part of the biology teaching?” You asked.
“Let’s just say it’s part of the more practical application.” He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “And you’re the specimen.”
You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguel’s professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).
You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.
“Your skin is so soft…” He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.
Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.
His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.
“The collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,” he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.
“Suprac—clavic—ular ligament—” Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.
His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.
Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.
“The breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,” He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.
“They also serve to attract a sexual partner…which seems to be working on us.”
You didn’t expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.
“They’re also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?” You nodded in response.
You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.
He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.
He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldn’t help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.
His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.
It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.
He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldn’t stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.
He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.
“Between the legs are the female reproductive system, we’ll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,”
He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.
A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.
“The labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra and…”
You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.
“…and the vagina.”
His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.
He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. “Do you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?”
He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldn’t fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.
“God— Miguel-!” You babbled out.
“Come on amor, I know you know the answer,” he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.
He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.
“O-oxytocin and…hm-m…serotonin?” Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.
“Such a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?” Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.
You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.
You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.
He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.
You felt your face heat up in astonishment, you’ve never seen yourself leak that much before.
You weren’t surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.
Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.
You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. “Since we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?”
You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.
“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldn’t stop the grin tugging on his lips.
“Come on Mig, do it for biology,”
You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.
His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.
“The penis and the testicles both….have a lot of blood flow to them but— hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone and—” He couldn’t help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.
“Go on…” you prodded.
“…produce testosterone and sperm cells…dios— the penis….the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!” He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.
“Thanks for the clarification…” You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.
After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.
You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.
“Now that we’ve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,” he said.
You couldn’t help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.
He pushed himself inside of you. You haven’t done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.
You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.
Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.
“Miguel, I might be on my fertility window…” you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.
While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you weren’t ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.
You’ve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, you’ve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawal— including your accelerated libido.
Miguel’s face didn’t falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.
“What are you trying to tell me, amor?” You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.
“I’m off the pills Miguel. So there’s a chance that I might get knocked up after this…but it is part of biology, right?”
You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.
“You wanna be a mami?” He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.
Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if that’s what you wished for. You nodded and that’s when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.
Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.
He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.
He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.
Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.
You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.
“Gimme a baby, Mig.” You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.
“Sí amor, I’ll give you as many babies as you want,”
His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.
The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.
You watched the familiar trence of your husband’s climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.
His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.
He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didn’t pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.
Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.
“Keep it in there,” he instructed. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.
He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you weren’t planning to take them anymore.
You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.
You sighed. “You know there’s a chance I might not get pregnant the first time…”
In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.
You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments you’d have to attend to, leading up to the day of your baby’s arrival.
“So, does that mean we’ll be having more biology classes?” Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.
“I think so…how about another round?”
He leaned into kiss your forehead. “I’m down if you are.”
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