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hastyprovocateur · 2 years ago

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Girlfriend Abby Headcanons

Cw- mature content, mild sexual themes, fluff, SPOILERS FOR TLOU2!

● Abigail Anderson grew up as a guarded girl, her life and psyche got stunted in a way when she lost her father. She'd train day and night, leaving little room for recreation, pleasure and healing. It only worsened when revenge dragged her into further loss of her comrades and close friends.

● However, ever since she's found you and Lev, she's seen your smiles and found herself mirroring the happiness. You love her for being in your life and she's slowly accepting that love, directing more of it into herself. Feeling needed and cherished has allowed her another chance at life.

● She's grown fond of long hikes with you. Abby is no rogue but lately, she's gotten obsessed with grabbing your hand and disappearing for hours on end, only wanting you by her side. Whether rambling or silent, she will look at you every now and then, give an easy laugh. She'll show you sunsets and sunrises alike, staring at that lovely smile grow more radiant on your face. She would definitely officially ask you to be her life partner on one such early morning just as the sun rises.

"Babe, can you answer a biit faster... the cliff is making me nervous"

● The switch to living together would be quick. Abby's learnt the importance of time spent with her loved ones and will let you know that she won't be wasting much of it with you around. She secured a previously abandoned house with a secure electricity and water supply, steadily amping up the living spaces to make it more suitable for you and Lev. It was healing for her to do things more so out of love, even hanging up stupid signs and placing trinkets on tables. Her every thought involves spending time with you and Lev. It came to fruition when you all moved in.

"Is that a handmade home-is-where-the-heart-is sign, Abby?"

● She will build a basement gym and insist you join her everyday. No, she vehemently denies just looking for reasons to see you exercise in body hugging clothes. But you suspect otherwise as she spots you during bench press, insists on holding your thighs while you do sit ups, resting a hand on your back for one-arm rows and wanting to do twin pull ups. Her facade later falls off before you go shower when she comes for your sweaty, warm body fair and square.

"The only sets I did were tearing my eyes away from you"

● She maintains her military-like discipline. A tad to your chagrin but you adore her for it nonetheless. Plus, getting ordered around by Abby was one of your shrouded kinks. She monitored your food and water intake and acted as your stand-in alarm system since her body was organically wired to waking up at set times. If you didn't wake up with her, she'd carry you out of bed herself, change your clothes amid protests and make sure you don't get tardy for the day.

"Is this a house or THE FUCKING BARRACKS" you yell at her

● Quite literally rendered you useless at home since she insists on cooking, cleaning, driving and getting things in order. Will sneak into the shower to bathe you thoroughly, getting frisky per usual but will specifically request that you shampoo her hair with pine scented shampoo and braid them once they dry. She'd ask for massages, especially in her calves and shoulders after a long day. Abby would pull you into random cuddles throughout the day, asking you to stroke her head while you kiss and praise her.

"Tell me I'm a good mama bear"

"You're a good mama bear, Abby"

● Her car music CDs are stacked with her favourites: Deftones, Genitorturers, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails and Velvet Acid Christ. She will make you her royal passenger princess. She will mentally note all the details you love and stack them in the glovebox, like the fruity car freshener, your fidget toys, lip balm, sunglasses, body mist, cup holder for your coffee and... well... a discreetly hidden vibrator and lube for date night.

"The car smells like 10 different things and I'm scared"

● Aside from no drinking or smoking, she will establish a swear jar system, especially with Lev around. She knows you can be foulmouthed and swears often herself but resolved to put an end to cursing in the Anderson household when she saw Lev catching on all too quickly. The 13 year old asking why you called Abby "big daddy" was the straw that broke the camel's back

● With help from her handy polaroid camera, Abby took to capturing every little moment. She'd let them develop and add them to an album, replete with particulars from the day. She didn't care if it was a big or small event, Abby would grow tender over a wholesome dinner with good food and tell both you and Lev to pose for her. Neither of you minded, you knew it was important for her.

"But Abby is not your father..."

"Oh no, honey..." you try to explain

"Say cheese"

"Nacho"

● She'd brought the camera to the bedroom as well, eyes heady with love mid-sex as she'd capture your face flushed with swollen lips, eyes damp and doe-like. Her large hand would cover your nipples as she captured you in the heat of the moment. A family photo with Lev took centrestage in the clear section of her wallet but more discreetly, your intimate photo hid in a slot just behind it. There were more in a tin box in her nightstand and you gave it a cursory glance everyday, smiling but never going through it.

● She'd become an even more voracious reader than before. Her choice stuck to action thrillers, picking Lee Child, David Baldacci and Tom Clancy. Nights consisted of her sitting up near the nightlamp on her side of the bed, you lying snug in the crook of her arm while her eyes ran over the lines, flipping pages. You tried to keep up but it just went by so quick, you made sure to ask for chapter updates in the morning and Abby would gladly fill you in.

● Ditto with films. She's a sucker for action, thriller movies like Predator, Matrix, Indiana Jones and Kill Bill. She also liked martial arts movies like Ip Man, Street Fighter, Enter the Dragon and Fist of Legend. She'd hoot at the fighting moves and dramatic villain reveals. You'd often lose track with all the rapid fight sequences and she'd patiently pause the DVD and explain the scene to you.

● She'd grown to love woodworking projects, especially since Lev could join her, with you weaving in and out of the duration of it with snacks and drinks. She liked the physical workout as well. You accidentally let slip in bed one night how you'd love to have a treehouse on the oak tree near your house and Abby swore to build it for you. She spent a whole summer at it, aided by you and Lev since being up on the tree made her jittery but not discouraged enough to stop. Lev, on the other hand, took to performing circus tricks on the branches to petrify the both of you.

"Do you think it would break if we have sex up there"

"I'd rather die than have sex in the treehouse"

● Abby carried sachets of puppy chow in her jeans to feed any doggo she might see on the streets, naturally, they'd happily trail her back to the house. You'd look at her sternly in the doorway, eyeing the puppy in her arms, licking and yipping, waiting for your approval. You wouldn't know if it's Abby's sad little pout or the adorable baby but you'd let them in anyway.

"I swear this is the last time, Abigail"

● Though you could competently defend yourself, were safer than before and stably settled. Abby wouldn't risk it for anything. She'd insist that both you and Lev stay trained so you could take on anything as a family if it were to come your way. Abby, being a deadshot with a crossbow, will keenly note your marksmanship. Your personal training sessions will be rigorous and serious once you get past how sexy it feels with her hands positioning your body, holding your forearm and guiding your aim to the target.

"If you hit it, I'll let you top tonight"

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namazunomegami · 11 months ago

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Into the Void

Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader

Synopsis: Geto is so succumbed to his ideals that you have no choice but to run. But the hunt for you is more than a simple chase. It's resurrection. It's repentance. Just like in the parable of the lost sheep.

CW: canon compliant, established relationship, predator/prey, injuries, blood, toxic dynamics, heavy religious symbolism, emotional distress, dissociation, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, yandere behavior, Geto is a manipulative ass how surprising

WC: 5.2k whoops

Credits: my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading but tbh I should start calling you my editor from now on lmao. I'm glad you enjoyed my sneak peeks so much 💕

Song rec: since I can't control myself, I picked 3 songs by Nine Inch Nails that gives the perfect vibes to the story. For the exposition, I recommend Heresy, mostly because the lyrics resonates with the reader's thoughts about Geto. For the escape/chase part, I picked Eraser for the creepy vibes and reader's slowly deterioriating sanity. For the closing part, I picked A warm place because it's a comforting yet a bit gloomy track

A/N: Saying that this idea possessed me is an understatement. Initially I only wanted to put effort into the whole chase scene but obviously I started to add lore into the whole thing. And since they grew on me and I simply love their dynamic, a part 2 is on the way yaaay.

Minors shall not interact unless they wanna get punched.

And a usual warning for dark content. I wanted to keep it mild but I couldn't. Maybe I'm a lil bit too skilled when it comes to writing about fear.

It’s all too painful to think that maybe running away with Geto wasn’t the best idea.

Of course you loved him, you loved the twins too and the makeshift family you created, it really healed some of the wounds you received in the past. But you wished it would’ve stayed that way. Living together, somewhere far away, isolated, in peace. Have a fresh start, build a nest for the four of you and fill it up with love.

But he had other plans.

There were a lot of improvements in the initial phase of your plans. Building community, uniting the herd. You enjoyed some reverence from the followers too. Eventually the initial number of breakthroughs began to stagnate, despite all the effort. It became routine, like you were being dragged through the same day for years and years without end. When you were faced with even more setbacks, you started to realize that you basically never left the temple and it soon began to feel like a cage. Golden and holy. It was draining to see people lose their sense of individuality and how he became their only source of validation. It was torment. Living life as an idol of worship tucked into a forgotten corner of a church. Praised like a twisted Gothic Madonna with a blue cloth over your head, but in reality you weep, you’re their Mater Dolorosa, with swords piercing your sorrowful heart.

The most devastating thing about realizing you’re not fit to run a cult, is the fact that you lack the most understated yet important aspect of it: believing in the agenda you want to spread. How could you guide all those helpless, simple-minded sheep while questioning whether your destination is real or not? Maybe that Canaan has nothing to do with milk and honey, instead it’s just a pile of rubble.

You soon got tired of it all. His drive, his goal, all too impossible to achieve. Maybe he knew he could never make it happen, but it consumed him regardless. You’ve lost the most cherished parts of him to his hatred, his deeply repressed rage against any injustices he had to deal with after the infamous Star Plasma incident.

You weren’t sure about your feelings towards Geto anymore. Were you afraid of him? Angry at him? Bitter? Disappointed? Worried? It all turned into mush, a grotesque, black liquid as the thin walls of the temple slowly made you feel like they were closing in on you. You had no idea how much time you had, until your unresolved feelings will taint the whole place.

You always circled back to the worst possible action to protect your soft, aching heart… When you thought that nothing will change for the better, you wanted to run away. You wanted to hide. The ambivalence of your feelings towards him weighed on your heart and conscience, like a thousand stones. You loved him, yet you loathed what has become of him. Despite that you trusted him with the map of your soul, made it through all the highs and lows of your relationship so far, all the deep abysses of pain and suffering.

Maybe you should run, just for the sake of it. To test how it will make you feel. Will it make you feel freed? At ease? Will it lift the weights on your chest? Will this sense of incoming doom vanish?

Maybe you should find Gojo. He wouldn’t condemn you, but he would be disappointed. If you set your judgement and resentment to aside, he’s the only one who can talk with the higher ups to scratch your name off the list of curse users who are on death row.

How much time did you need to forge your plan? Not even a single minute. It was only natural for you to memorize everybody’s routine, how to distinguish the sound of their steps, to pick a timeframe when nobody is lurking around the halls. The first (and probably last) time you were glad those who have hurt you gave you a skill, besides the ability to harness cursed energy of course. They made you stealthy, alert, observant.

And when Geto left you to cater to his followers, you decided to put your plan into action.

Your body is strung tight with the tension of waiting, agitation making you feel as if you were unraveling at the seams - but something deep inside of your mind pleaded for you to stay. Agony and anxiety were plaguing you until you’ve found enough courage to get up and sneak out. Now, you had the chance to show off everything you’ve learned: sliding the doors shut so slowly that they don’t make a noise, walking down the corridors with socked feet, carefully putting the middle parts of your feet on the floor, instead of your heels, easily avoiding those parts that creak.

Sometimes, when he was immersed in his thoughts, he was amused by how faint your steps sounded.

An involuntary instinct warns you. It’s trying to convince you that he can see you through the eyes of bodhisattvas residing in the thangka paintings decorating the walls. You almost give up your quest as you glance at the depiction of Vajrabhairava. In all its anger, with its six faces and twelve limbs. A dreadful beast that defies death itself.

You don’t want to do this to him, do you?

You look away from the painting, focusing on getting your shoes on and climbing out through the window. As you’re squatting on the windowpane, you can see all of Tokyo stretched out beneath you. You’re a little bit annoyed that all temples are built on a mountain. A long way to go, but you can never know when this place will turn into a funeral pyre.

It’s a little bit too easy. There’s no sign of surveillance curses nearby, you only need to slide down on the wet tiles, jump up high, land in the mud and let yourself be swallowed by the darkness of the forest. You specifically picked your least conspicuous clothes to blend into your surroundings perfectly. And the cold and murky night will let you go safely. The leaves will conceal your tracks.

So many things are working in your favor tonight.

You know there’s no need to rush. You can only draw attention to yourself if you are running around, creating noise and disturbing the wildlife. You don’t even use a flashlight, you have to get used to the darkness, the full Moon will guide you with all her dazzling light. And after that, Tokyo will do the same, with its crowded streets and all its places to hide.

There’s a weird kind of tranquility in your heart. How the cold prickles your skin, the moisture in the air, the faint noise of the creatures dwelling under the leaves, up in the trees, singing, chirping, crawling. The scent of wet soil, the gentle caress of the wind…

Now, you feel free.

As you walk deeper and deeper into the woods, you feel lighter, you feel like you could fly away, like you could dance all the way towards your destination. You’re thinking about actually doing that, as if you got possessed by a strange spirit…

But the uneven, slippery ground makes you fall right into the mud. You squirmed a little, trying to get hold of a tree trunk and then…

Silence, dead silence.

Your heart sinks deep in your chest.

You know what it means. When nature falls silent. There’s…

There’s a threat nearby.

A primal instinct tells you to run.

There’s no way, there’s no fucking way that he already noticed you were gone.

Twigs whip at your skin as you’re running mindlessly. Wherever you end up, it will be fine, as long as you can enter the outskirts of the city. The cold night air stings your throat, your heaving breath leaves your mouth in puffy clouds. You feel the urge to cough, deep from your bone-dry lungs.

The ground beneath you turns soft and steep. You lose your poise, stumbling and rolling all the way down until you fall from a high clod of rain-washed soil. Your body collides with a cold, wet, yet incredibly hard and flat surface, fraying the skin on your palm and face. Your back and shoulders will be bruised by tomorrow, painting your body with black and blue spots. The pain ripples through your entire being, paralyzing you for a couple of moments.

As you slowly gathered your battered self from the ground with a grunt, you realize you landed on a road. It’s a good sign, you’re not so far from civilization. But instead of following the road, cutting through the forest is the wiser decision.

Your relief is short-lived, just like a may fly.

A sinister feeling takes hold on you. It makes you freeze, squeezing your insides. Like you’re sitting in the jaw of an eldritch beast. You slowly turn back to the direction of your fall.

The lights are flickering.

You grab on the guardrail for dear life. You try to fill your lungs with shaky breaths, your heart desperately beating against your ribcage. Your trembling knees barely keep you upright, yet nothing can make you move. You have been found, you’re defeated, there’s no point in running away from him. The injuries, the already forming bruises will only deplete your strength.

How could you fight him? You’re aware that if he wanted to, he could break your bones and twist your body at the joints with an arm behind his back.

How could you outrun him? He’s capable of summonning a swarm of curses before you even take a step.

How could you make war with him?

Three of the lamp lights were already out, you stared into the darkness, the boundless abyss right before your eyes. You can’t even force yourself to blink.

And when the lights came back on, he was just standing there. Without breaking a sweat. Your pulse feels non-existent.

What infuriated you even more was that he wasn’t wearing his gojo-kesa. The motherfucker even gave you a head start by changing into something comfortable before he came to fetch you. Or simply he noticed your absence later than you expected.

Whatever, both is bad news for you.

He doesn’t utter a single word, he merely walks towards you. Slowly cornering you. Feasting on the terror on your face. Meanwhile you can’t unravel what could possibly be going on in his mind. The only thing you notice is that those violet sparks in his eyes are so sharp they could cut yours out of their sockets.

Should you give up? Should you beg for forgiveness?

But then, an idea blooms inside your mind.

You don’t hide your fear, you let your body tremble freely, fingers desperately clinging onto the metal, with your shoulders hunched to protect your neck and your wide, frightened eyes stare back at him. Letting him believe that you won’t fight back. That he can take you back to the temple and throw you back into your cage.

And when his foot hits the bisector, you jump. Right into the nothingness behind your back.

You fall on leaves and broken twigs again. You roll and roll with such speed you can’t comprehend the growing distance. Not even having an idea of how far you’re from him. Small rocks, branches, hardened roots of trees, bones all cut, scratch and pierce you. But you endure it, you’ll undergo any torture if it meant you’ll be freed. Your only hope is that the adrenaline will deal with the pain.

Suddenly, you violently crash into a tree, the ridged texture imprints deeply into your stomach. Acid bursts from your throat. Your diaphragm didn’t avoid the hit either, breathing is not unlike Sisyphean task as you try to get your shaking limbs to stand. Your mind is disturbed by the lack of air and your desperate attempts at getting yourself together. You’re wheezing like a dog. You must look pathetic, you think.

It takes almost all of your mental strength to calm down and slowly breathe through your nose, your lungs finally opening. But Geto won’t let you recover, you hear the fallen leaves getting crushed under his feet. You take a few sharp, ragged breaths, like it’s the last drag of a cigarette before the train comes and then, you move.

You hide behind a thick pine tree, palms covering your mouth and nose. The lack of oxygen is just another frustrating hindrance to your successful escape plan. Dizziness fills your head like a thick fog and sucks the strength out of your shins, needing to lean against the trunk to keep yourself standing. You try to conceal your cursed energy with all your might. A tracker who’s untraceable is a useful pawn in the hands of the higher ups, this skill made you a cherished student back in the day. Back when everything was so… no, it’s only the nostalgia making you wistful, it wasn’t any better.

The rustling gets quieter, you wait until the sound eventually dies. An almost muted sigh of relief leaves your lips in a thick cloud, dancing in the cold air.

From the corner of your eye, a floating form cuts through the pale moonlight.

Looking closely at its shape, you realize what kind of curse it is. The beetle looking one that attacks instantly once it senses movement. You can’t believe it, you’re going to -

The curse drags itself into your aura, scanning your form that is fused with the pine. Every muscle is tensed, you’re stiff as a board, you suppress every reflex in your eye and empty chest. You’re just like a statue, a corpse, showing no signs of life. Only an agonizing scream echoes inside your skull. A scream that puts mental breakdowns to shame.

It’s like an eternity until the curse finally disappears from your sight.

You definitely look exhausted, your body is limp and heavy like lead. But you must keep going at all costs, even if you have no idea how many curses are sent after you. You walk around the mountain instead of going down like he’d expect it.

Slowly yet surely, you calm yourself down. You know that you’re still in his grasp, but you still have a chance to outsmart him. You go deeper and deeper, you’re near the heart of the forest now. The moonlight barely crawls through the leaves, it’s easier to navigate according to what you hear rather than to what you see. The surroundings are growing eerie, you ache for light and warmth. And the longing sucks a bit of spirit out of you.

Before you can start questioning yourself, the sound of running water fills your ears.

A narrow, yet fast running stream plowed through the forest. Though you were unsure of staying close to the stream, going through it and getting to the other side sounds like a smart idea. As you take a reluctant step, you realize the water is ice cold. And when you dive into it further, enduring the strong current, it’s not as shallow as you believed. You’re submerged all the way up to your thighs. At its deepest point, the stream hugs your waist. The cold makes your movements slow and rigid, your teeth clang together in a frenzy. The bottom is filled with smooth, flat pebbles, they make it easy to -

You slip on the rounded, polished stones and fall into the stream. The freezing temperature makes your skin shrink, it prickles you like a thousand needles. Scared, you crawl around the bottom, trying to get a hold of something and emerge back to the surface. A sharp, burning pain wakes in your palm, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to swallow your scream, but it wants to burst from your lungs, you grunt and whimper until you can bite down on your sweatshirt, letting the material muffle your shout. Your gaze fixates on your hand and even in the darkness of the night, you see blood oozing from the deep cut, from your own torn flesh. The urge to retch is strong.

You palm is plunged back into the cool water, in hope of easing the pain.

He calls out your name right behind you.

You crawl out of the water, running from him, just as before. It doesn't matter how many times you trip, fall, stumble. It doesn’t matter how your fresh wounds end up in the mud, you don’t have it in you care about the pain or the looming threat of an infection. You hear him trying to reason with you. You must come back home, you’re injured, you’re bleeding. He must take care of you.

Why are you running? Where could you go? Who’s going to help you recover?

No, you mustn’t let your determination crumble. But oh… it sounds so easy. Giving in to your hopelessness.

An evergreen bush becomes your shelter to collect yourself and check on your wound, which is aching from all the dirt and is still bleeding. Water is dripping from your hair, your clothes are soaked, makes it easier for the cold night air to bite into you, to shake the whole length of your body. Your fingers are hardly moving and have no strength in them. The adrenaline is starting to wear off. You feel alone, small, and vulnerable. You’re freezing, scarred and aching. All the things you see in the dark twist into creepy, threatening forms. Everything that surrounds you is suddenly dangerous. As a lonely spider crawls within your field of vision, you flinch. The world around you is evil and everything is after your flesh.

And the only person who can save you is the one you’re running away from.

What are you going to do now? Fight, flight, or freeze? Which instinct is going to win this time? Because comprehensible thoughts won’t work on you. Every little layer of a fully-fledged human with a conscience has been stripped from you. You left them scattered everywhere in the woods. You’re nothing more than a primordial shell of a being.

Ceremonial horns wake in the distance, soon followed by howling. They let the dogs out to hunt you down. Poor, little hare. Your own stupidity has woken up the beast.

Who is like unto the beast?

You defeat the paralyzing dread and decide on flight. You dash out from the bushes, but - Oh… your eye. Your soft doe eye. There’s something in it. And your tears have an oddly metallic taste on your tongue.

And power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.

You wish you could see yourself from the outside, but you’re probably nowhere near as majestic as you think you are. Right now you feel like you’re the fastest, stealthiest creature who’s ever lived, even if your muscles are almost torn, weak, and tensed. This is the last crumb of your strength, this is your all.

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him.

You don’t dare to look back. You know he’s there. He’s so close, he’s orbiting around you like a moon does with its planet. As if all of this is a dance. A hunt is a dance with a coital rhythm. And mother nature is the audience to your deadly waltz.

And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.

He takes your hand in his. Gentle and kind. To not scare you any further. You snap like an electric current under his touch, but you break free and zigzag between the trees.

He grabs your waist. Forcefully. It scares you this time. You escape from his embrace before he can swallow you whole. But he might have bit your throat during the process, you feel something trailing down your collarbones. You hear your bones crack.

It was all a mistake. You are a mistake. But mistakes can be forgiven, right? He has forgiven you so many times, you can’t even think of a number.

You slide down on a slope, leaves stick to your clothes, and you drop onto a thick trunk of a fallen oak. Tensive pain ripples in your side. You should stand up and run, but you can’t move. You won’t move. What’s wrong with you? What kind of prey gives the fight up before its last breath? But you think about your frozen limbs, the pain in your palm, your back, your shoulder blades, everywhere. You think about home… you want to go home or be left here to die. But the thought of dying here, alone, makes your heart palpitate rapidly, like there’s not enough air to fill your lungs. Your breathing becomes desperate, panicked even. Your chest hurts, your ribcage is ready to break apart by your racing heartbeat. You press your palms against your head, clawing into your hair. Every little morsel of you is bursting into a tremor. The connection between your mind, your body and the world cease to exist. And that lovely, unlimited stretch of space inside your consciousness is shaken, it’s in utter chaos. Breaking into tiny little pieces, like glass, like porcelain. Tears and plucks like paper and fabric. Shrieks and wails, rejecting the only thing that makes all creatures on this plane of existence agitated over their own mortality.

You’re doomed.

Unconsciously, your limbs curl into the very same position you took when you saw the world for the first time, protecting your belly and face, making you seem small. Geto knows you only do that when you fear what might happen to you, despite being unaware of the kind of terror your brain had subjected you to. That’s why he approaches you slowly, making no sudden movements as he picks you up gently, like one would lift a porcelain figure from the ground. When you open your eyes, he had already settled you into his lap as the manta ray curse lifts the two of you up to mount the skies.

You have no idea if he hunted you down or saved you from your own demise.

What a defiant, ungrateful creature you are, you think. You tried so viciously to run away from your burden, and now you feel safe with him again, you dare clinging to him, you dare seek his warmth. The contradicting thoughts and desires torture you on the way back. There’s only one faint voice inside your head that’s capable of calming you down, able to keep your sanity intact…

You’re the lost sheep, and he’s the shepherd who searched all over the world to find you. And he’ll bring you back to the flock, and he’ll love you more than the rest of them.

Your false god. Your fallacious savior. Will he forgive you if you repent on your knees? Until they get bloody and bruised?

Back at the temple, he refuses to let you take even a step on your own. You weren’t born to run, to soil your soles with the ground that filthy monkeys walk on. You’re meant to be worshipped, to claim the whole world as yours beneath dainty, soft feet.

The warm lamplight and the comfort of your shared room helps you unwind. To shift back into a much more civilized, humanlike state. And as you practically glue yourself to the heater, you notice more dirt, more cuts, more blood marring your flesh than you expected.

When you take off your grimy sweatshirt, shoes, and socks, Geto is towering over you. There’s nothing imposing about him, he looks rather troubled as he sighs.

“What do I do with you?”

You roll your eyes. Oh, the good old rhetorical question. He has no idea if he should treat your wounds first, bathe you or break your leg just like the Gospel says.

“Come, let me take a look at your hand.”

You see your reflection in the mirror, and you’re horrified. Your right eye is bloodshot, a deep cut is splitting through your lower lip. You’re drenched in mud, already dried on your face along with some patches of wine dark blood. Together they seal the scraped skin on your cheek, makes your hair stick together into thick strands, accessorized with pine leaves and other remains from your little hike. You’re blistered and torn, you can barely recognize yourself.

It's pleasant to rinse your hands with warm water at the sink, but the sight makes your stomach twist. That nasty wound is too deep, it has to be sewn shut. A shiver races down on your spine when you see the first aid kit. He soaks a fresh gauze pad with wound solution and guides it towards the gaping cut with a pair of tweezers. The sting is horrible, the burning sensation rivals acid being poured straight into your flesh, it makes you grunt and hiss. He gives you a moment to breathe and collect yourself then he continues, despite your whimpers and twitching, tensed fingers. But the pain pales in comparison to when he swipes a new, clean pad inside your wound, cleaning it of all the filth. A pathetic cry erupts from your throat.

“Stop.” you sob, pulling your hand away to hug it close to your chest. You’re too distressed to realize that the temporary discomfort is necessary. But maybe this whole act is nothing but another one of his silly little games.

He places a finger under your eye, close to your lashes and collects your tears. The sight of you crying is somehow not worth of savoring to him. Before any little drop of your sorrow and regret can roll down your cheek like diamonds, he smears them, as if they could make your misery vanish. Well, they can’t. It frustrates you that you can’t let your feelings manifest because he’s ready to devour them just like his curses.

He doesn’t care that your face is caked in dirt, blood and tears, he lifts your chin up to kiss you. Deeply. You’re not reprimanded for not kissing him back.

You were right, he’s definitely toying with you. He makes it hurt before he soothes the ache. He creates a connection in your mind. Like you’re the dog of Pavlov, slowly conditioned to associate him with anything that makes the human heart fill with delight.

The tiles attract your attention much more than watching how the curved needle dives into your skin, how the thread closes the wound proficiently. Your features soften for a moment. Shoko would be so proud of him... Not for the reason he got so good at it though. He learnt to treat his wounds for the sole purpose of not letting a non-sorcerer doctor ever touch him.

He’s crazy. Vile. Petty. And delusional. It drives you crazy too.

But when your stitched hand is wrapped up in bandages, you seriously think about thanking him for putting up with you. For not being angry at you.

“Maybe this will make you reconsider your actions next time.” he remarks in a flat tone, concealing what’s going on in his mind.

You keep your gratitude to yourself.

But it’s not an easy task when he continues spoiling you, with so much care that it rivals motherly love. How he rinses all the grime out of your hair, how he gives you a moment of peace in a tub filled with plain, warm water, no bubbles or scented oils to irritate your scarred, sensitive skin. He dries you, brushes your hair and fills the whole bedroom with the calming notes of lavender and cedarwood coming from the incense burners. But he’s just so fixated on your injuries… every scratch, every surface level cut is thoroughly sanitized. It’s still humiliating, even when you’re the one sitting comfortably on the bed and he’s kneeling on the floor.

You’re afraid the extra pampering will twist your reasoning and resolve. That’s all part of the mind games he plays. You know he’ll go out on his way to prove that the world outside is cruel, that this is the only place where you’re safe, loved. In his proximity, under his hand.

And somewhere, deep down, you admit that he’s close to convincing you.

It makes you mad, you want to tear him to shreds, you want to weep for him just like Mary did under the cross. There’s still care, there’s still love under all those layers of burning hatred. What remains is twisted though, but it is there.

After you’re patched up, he glances up at you, thumb brushing your lip right next to that nasty cut. His other hand is resting where your thigh and knee meet. It’s a sign, a warning.

“Was it worth it, little lamb?” his tone is soothing and playful. So close to being outright mockery.

You reflect in silence, averting your gaze from him. All those scars and discolored skin, your disturbed mind, and the ache in your bones - you realize that your stupid little plan was futile. Totally unnecessary, it’s no achievement you can be proud of. At least if you’re not as masochistic as to pride yourself on your injuries. But the fact that he can recognize the parallels coats your answer with bile.

“No.”

Because you know that you can be so much more… There’re unlimited possibilities to a repented non-believer. And now you know that being his doubting Thomas has no benefits.

Maybe you did lose your faith in him, like the lamb in that story, to eventually realize how much you need him and vice versa. But you’re not satisfied with being a lost sheep. You just haven’t decided on your role in his Gospel yet. This is your call, you don’t know exactly which part of him calls out to you, but you’re satisfied with either of them. Whether it’s a prophet, a messiah, a beast, or the devil itself. The fallen Morningstar who used to be the favorite.

This can be your true Genesis.

“Go on, break my leg if you want to. There’s meaning in that, at least.” you dare echo his last words to Gojo, clean and low.

And your bones remain whole.

You’re relieved. Though you’re sick of his maneuvers with your mind, you’re aware their purpose is not to hurt you or punish you. These aching limbs of yours go limp as he crawls into bed next to you. The arm you were scared of coils around your waist. Viciously tight, much like a snake. The snake that corrupted Eve in the garden. The one that made her sin, got her cast out of paradise, the one that turned her whole world upside down. And maybe Eve did fall in love with the serpent, the worst creature that God had ever created. But even though he caused the fall of mankind, the serpent freed you from the clutches of a jealous, ungrateful god who denied knowledge from his own creations. Now you have the passion to rebel, to prove your creator wrong, to avenge his mistreatment. Give in to the temptation of your snake, believe his honeyed words, accept the fruit for a second time. Because you still remember the taste, oh so sweet and luscious. And with all the power he wields, you can win back your lost Eden or re-build it on earth, the home you’re both yearning for. It’s a promise between the two of you, silent, because words are not needed, only closure.

Something warm blooms inside your chest. Yes, that’s it! You can finally feel it now…

The very first ounce of belief.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #idk why but geto is very downward spiral coded to me #fun fact the title is another song by nin lmao #and i dont delibaretely write him as a yandere but somehow i finish a fic and reread an then... whoops he's yandere #geto suguru x reader #meesa writes

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 years ago

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Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

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Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

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#february filth fest #choi san #san #ateez san #ateez #choi san smut #choi san smau #ateez smut #smut fic

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iamtryingtobelieve · 2 months ago

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Bah! I copied and pasted all the ones I wanted to ask and Tumblr is being dumb and won’t let me paste and honestly, too lazy to redo. So you get a screenshot ask!! 💕

Sorry it's very late but thank you very much Sara <3

1 - Top 10 Favourite Songs of All Time So this isn't a definitive top 10 as my choices tend to ebb and flow over the years but my number 1 pick has been my number 1 pick for a good 12/13 years now

Nine Inch Nails - In This Twilight

The Beatles - A Day In The Life

Lana Del Rey - Pawn Shop Blues

CHVRCHES - Under The Tide

blink-182 - Stay Together For The Kids

The 1975 - Sex

Enter Shikari - Mothership

Manic Street Preachers - William's Last Words

Green Day - Macy's Day Parade

Linkin Park - Waiting For The End

12 - 3 Songs That Make You Nostalgic?

Basshunter - All I Ever Wanted

Son of Dork - Ticket Outta Loserville

Allister - Somewhere On Fullerton

24 - Least Favourite Genre of Music? I don't really have one particularly and the ones I could put here, admittedly I've not dug deep enough to find anything I like. However the whole mc'ing/grime/drill/whatever the hell it is nowadays I can never get on board with, especially over here in the UK where some of this has caused such a problem that kids are genuinely losing their lives and causing all sorts of problems.

35 - Favourite Vocalist? Mike Patton... that absolute range and experimentation and weirdness you can do with the voice... holy shit

36 - Favourite Guitarist? Herman Li is one that instantly springs to mind for me - still has vivid flashbacks to hearing Through The Fire And The Flames for the first time

37 - Favourite Bassist? Les Claypool hands down. One of the reasons I'm interested in bass guitar and of course, Mike Dirnt from Green Day

38 - Favourite Drummer Ilan Rubin

42 - Top 3 Instrumental Songs (i could easily make this list all NIN but wanted to be fair)

Nine Inch Nails - A Warm Place

The 1975 - Please Be Naked

John Murphy - In The House, In A Heartbeat

53 - Do You Have Any Tattoos Related To Bands/Artists? Not at the moment. I'm not against getting one though but inspiration hasn't struck me just yet

60 - Put Your Music Player On Shuffle and List The First 20 Songs (Be Honest!)

My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You

Deftones - When Girls Telephone Boys

Sabrina Carpenter - Juno

The Japanese House - Still

Muse - Ghosts (How Can I Move On)

Less Than Jake - History of a Boring Town

Joji - Mr Hollywood

Phoebe Bridgers - Savior Complex

Jeff Buckley - Eternal Life

The Dillinger Escape Plan - Setting Fire To Sleeping Giants

The Primitives - Crash

The Replacements - Swingin' Party

Joy Division - Atmosphere

The Yayhoos - Baby I Love You

Eels - 3 Speed

Bring Me The Horizon - Crucify Me

The Connells - '74/'75

Paramore - Brick By Boring Brick

Pulp - Like a Friend

Wolf Alice - Lisbon

Thanks for asking Sara <3

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angel-bruises · 1 year ago

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Initial opinions on the suggestions I was given for songs that feel like Twin Peaks & Laura Palmer (including some I was suggested on Instagram) Under a read more because it ended up being quite long

Les Revenants Soundtrack album - Mogwai I did sort of skip through each track since this was an entire album suggested, but I agree it sounds like Twin Peaks. Like the town's grief after Laura's death. Will definitely be giving this album a proper listen later because I really like what I heard.

Otterley - Cocteau Twins I'm already a massive Cocteau Twins fan tbh. And I totally see the Twin Peaks vibes here! It's Agent Cooper having dreams about the case. It's owls flying at you in mysterious caves.

Midnight Cowboy - Faith no More This is so Cooper-core. And the brighter side of Twin Peaks in general. Love it.

Painless Steel - Bohren & der Club of Gore Oh I completely hear it tbh! It's giving traffic light in the wind at night. It's giving Twin Peaks soundtrack. The low hum sounds right out of Laura's theme, but then it also gets a bit jazzy like the rest of the soundtrack. Really like this one

On The Sea - Beach House I really enjoyed it. The lyrics definitely fit Laura's story.

A Warm Place- Nine Inch Nails Oh my god I love it. Gorgeous. AAAAAAAGHHH

La Mer - Nine Inch Nails Ngl I had no idea Nine Inch Nails made music like this and I'm really loving it??? It's so good!! And definitely get the Twin Peaks vibe with this, moving from beautiful to chaotic.

Ghosts I - 1 - Nine Inch Nails Well I'm definitely going to start listening to Nine Inch Nails. And yeah, it absolutely gives a Laura & Black Lodge vibe to me. Like, all the darkness of Twin Peaks.

An Angel Held me Like a Child - Yeule Yeule can play at The Roadhouse like a modern Julee Cruise. It reminds me of Laura's happy ending getting her angel. Or when she's created by Dido in The Return.

Laura - Bat for Lashes I see the connection to Laura with the lyrics. I'm not sure it feels like her to me though. But maybe I'm wrong because two separate people suggested this one

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain Very black lodge. This is what they're listening to in the room above the convenience store. Sounds like Laura's heartache. I also love it (although the outro is kind of long)

Laura Palmer’s theme - Xiu xiu Kind of cheating imo since it's a cover of a track off the soundtrack but I did like it. Nothing beats the original one though, Angelo Badalamenti is on another level and you can't improve on perfection.

Caroline - Concrete Blonde Makes me want to just get on my bike and go with this playing. Very 'giving a little lap dance in the Fat Trout trailer park' (I may have been influenced by the music video)

Redlights - Salem I'm already a huge Salem fan so I already know this track well and love it. Definitely get the Twin Peaks feeling from a lot of Salem's tracks, though I think Asia fits the vibe the most personally.

Better Off Alone - Salem Another track I already love. And I very much agree it has that feeling. It's Laura Palmer high out of her mind having a breakdown at James before running away. It's the darkness of the Lodge. It's dopplegangers and pain. Which is kind of funny when you remember what it's a remix of

Cocteau Twins Like I mentioned, I'm already a big Cocteau Twins fan and agree that most of their stuff feels very Twin Peaks! Or just Lynchian in general.

Fast moving cars - Carla Del Forno I totally get that Twin Peaks vibe from this one too. I'm running out of things to say lol. But yeah I like it and whoever suggested it is right.

Sarah Missing - Should This is so Bobby and Shelly. This is exactly what their romance sounds like and you can't convince me otherwise. I like it!

Rough Song - Beach House 30 seconds in and I love it, I love the bright sound Beach House have & will def be listening to more of them. The lyrics here are very fitting of Laura's story and the song itself sounds like Twin Peaks as a whole and very Laura.

Shadow - Chromatics I mean it's literally a song on the show. I would argue it's the song of The Return, much like Falling the song of the original show. Of course it sounds like Twin Peaks, it is Twin Peaks The Return!! And it's great

You Wish You Were Red - Trailer Trash Tracy I could see them playing at The Roadhouse! I feel like I've heard this song before but idk if I have. Feels like Cooper's journey?

I'm so glad for all these suggestions, I def have some new music I'm gonna listen to more!!

Also I know my writing is cringe as hell but you know what they say, I am cringe but I am free ;) I wasn't expecting to write as much as I did lmao

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the-cult-of-riley · 10 months ago

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Seventeen)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: Simon is secretly a big sap, confessions are made and Charlotte has some… fun with Simon >:)

Nine Inch Nails - I Would For You

What a pathetic string of words

Just leave them lying on the floor

The warning posted on the door

Not over here, not anymore

There was a place that could have been

Step over all that used to be

Since you have let yourself come in

Some things I'd rather you not see

See, I keep lying to myself

Don't know what else there is to do

If I could be somebody else

Well, I think I would for you

Didn't it seem like something more?

So long, I can't remember when

All this has happened all before

And this will happen all again

And I only have myself to blame

See, I keep lying to myself

Don't know what else there is to do

If I could be somebody else

Well, I think I would for you

See, I keep lying to myself

Don't know what else there is to do

If I could be somebody else

Well, I think I would for you

There’s a blissful moment just before you wake up where you aren't quite asleep but you're not awake either. It's this quiet space, a liminal space in your mind where you just linger for a while before you fully wake up. Simon felt like he was suspended in time and space, enjoying the feeling of the best kind of blankness. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware it was later than he usually got up, yet he felt no urgency to force himself to wake fully. Had he booked the day off? Was it weekend? He couldn't tell you, couldn't fucking remember.

A warm tingle started in his toes and swept up his entire body, making him hum softly in delight. He was unsure what the feeling was, yet he found himself wanting more of it. It happened again but it felt more intense, his stomach tightening as it ripped through his entire being and his eyes flew open with a ragged moan. He was dazed and confused, eyes frantic and wide as they darted around the room, only to find his girl between his legs, sucking on his very hard cock. Another needy moan left him as he watched her, feeling vulnerable in his half asleep state. She let his cock slip from her mouth with a pop, those blue eyes scanning his face carefully.

“Good morning, handsome,” she smiled, not giving him a chance to reply before she dove right back in and took him all the way in until he hit the back of her throat.

A choked gasp tore from him, his hand flying to her head and holding her there for a moment as she spasmed around him. He released her and she went back to bobbing her head up and down, her soft, warm, velvety mouth massaging his cock for all it was worth and he couldn't hang on to save his life, not when she’d cornered him in the dazed state he was in.

“That's it, just like that,” he moaned roughly, back arching as the pleasure increased at a rapid rate. She looked beautiful with her hair all mussed from sleep, her hazy blue eyes on him as she sucked on his cock like she was hungry for it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head as he exploded, spilling himself right down her eager throat.

The room was spinning and he couldn't get his bearings, he felt like he’d been washed out to sea and his body was shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He started to come back down to earth when she lay beside him, a bright smile on her face as she tentatively touched his cheek, turning his head to her. He leaned into the touch, seeking her out, needing her. She seemed to sense his neediness and hooked her leg over him, pulling him closer as their bodies entwined.

“Happy birthday, Si,” she beamed and his heart softened, the world finally righting itself as he looked at her. It was his birthday, that was why he was off. Didn't feel much different now being 24.

“Thanks, love,” he replied with a lazy smile, reaching out and smoothing her hair away from her face.

“What d’you want for breakfast?” she asked, allowing her hand to trail over his face as he’d once done to her, tracing over every feature with a featherlight touch.

“Not fussed,” he shrugged, not really wanting her to get out of bed.

He hadn't really planned anything for his birthday, he never really bothered with it much to the chagrin of Tommy and his mum. Lottie hadn't had any of it though, telling him that even if they just stayed home, she fully planned to celebrate him. It touched him enough that he'd allowed her to plan what she wanted but he wasn't sure if he'd given her too much power. She informed him the night before that they'd be going to a club later on but she was being all hush hush about most of it and he was unsure why. For the most part though, the day would be spent at home with her as per his request and she seemed content with that.

“Come on, babe, pick,” she pouted and his heart jumped erratically at her words. Babe, that was a new one. He'd never been called babe before, didn't think he'd like it much and yet here he was, butterflies making his stomach feel like it might fall out of his arse.

“Wouldn't say no to some bacon and eggs,” he murmured softly, eyes affectionately soft as he looked at her little proud smile that she'd got him to answer her question.

She sat up and he watched, feeling forlorn that she wouldn't be laying with him anymore, placated for a moment as she leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to his lips. She hopped off the bed and he went to grab her, just missing her by a millimetre.

“I didn't get to return the favour,” he frowned as it suddenly dawned on him.

“You don't need to. It's your birthday and I wanna take care of you,” she replied, smiling at him as she pulled his shirt off the floor over her head.

“Lottie…” he started, fully intent on having to give her the lecture once again about how him ‘taking care’ of her wasn't a burden to him. In fact, he very much enjoyed it.

“Simon,” she replied, using the same tone with a mock stern impression of him that made his eyes narrow. “I'm fine, you can touch me all you want after breakfast but I'm feeding you, so get over it,” she cocked a brow at him and he found himself slightly speechless by her sass, watching as she left the room and left him there alone. He had half a mind to put her over his knee and show her just what that attitude got her.

Having no use in laying in bed alone, he heaved himself up, moving to get into some boxers and sweatpants. He left himself shirtless, knowing his girl liked it and wanting to give her something to look at. He caught his reflection on the mirror on the wall and he ran a hand through his hair. It was getting a bit longer and he knew he'd need to cut it again soon. Didn't half love it when she tugged on it though when he was devouring her sweet cunt. He moved out of the room, seeing her in the kitchen area humming to herself as she cooked. He allowed himself to stand in the doorway and just admire her for a moment. He was sure she was humming a Placebo song but he wasn't sure which one and she danced to her own humming, turning the bacon in the pan. He loved watching her like this, unguarded and utterly beautiful, when she didn't know he was watching. He crept up behind her, sneaking his arms around her and making her yelp.

“Jesus fucking… you need a bell!” She chided, sagging against him as a hand went over her chest like she was about ready to have a heart attack. He chuckled, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her scent deeply.

“Sorry, love,” he mumbled against her skin before kissing it, making her squirm against him.

“You don't sound too sorry,” she pouted, a whine leaving her lips when he kept planting slow and wet kisses to the side of her neck. He laved at the skin with his tongue, a growl rumbling in his chest at something primal in him, something tugging at him to fuck her raw, make her his over and over.

“Simon,” she whined again, trying to wriggle from his grasp but he held her still.

“Thought it was my birthday,” he knew he was playing dirty with his words but he was fucking hard again already and he wanted her. She scoffed, turning her head to send him a glare and he flashed her a grin.

“I know what you're up to, Sergeant Riley and it won't work. I've got plans for you later so I suggest saving yourself,’ she muttered. He really wanted her but now he was well and truly intrigued.

“Plans?” He asked, roguish smile tugging at his lips as a myriad of thoughts ran through his head at a rapid rate.

“Yep,” she smirked, popping the p loudly. “I wanna try something… new. But it's a surprise, so behave yourself and sit down,” she pointed with the spatula to the dining table and he sighed, nodding like the obedient little dog he was. Damn his curiosity.

Breakfast was delicious and he devoured it with gusto, taking note of her little smile as she kept glancing at him. She only had bacon, not as hungry as him it seemed and she hopped out of her seat when she finished before him. He watched her go into the bedroom curiously as he finished his food and then she came bounding back in. She plonked into the seat beside him, a bright smile firmly in place as she put a wrapped present on the dining table. He blinked at it for a moment as if he'd never seen such a thing, he hadn't really considered she'd get him something.

“You didn't have to, love,” he murmured, glancing from the present to her. She tilted her head with such a condescending look on her face. He figured she felt smug at what she was about to say given the fact he was the one always saying it to her.

“I wanted to. Now shut up and open it,” she snorted, pushing it closer to him. She was clearly excited but there was a nervous energy about her that he picked up on, noticing how she was nibbling her lower lip.

He tore open the plain blue wrapping paper, brows rising and eyes widening a little at the box he found underneath it. He didn't need to open it to know what item lay inside, the name Cold Steel written on the box. Some kind of knife. He opened the box and his breathing felt like it ceased altogether. It was the AK-47 field knife and it was one he'd had his eye on for a bit. He got it out of the box, weighing it into his hand before twirling it expertly. Fuck, it felt good and he knew it would make a good addition to his collection.

“Is it… is it okay? I wasn't quite sure what knife to get you but I figured a tactical one would be good,” she rambled anxiously and he tore his eyes away from the knife, landing on the pretty girl in front of him. Truth be told, she was the best gift he could ever ask for and he never needed another thing in his life. He did love the knife though and it warmed his heart that she knew him so well that her choice had been one from his own personal wish list.

“It's perfect, sweetheart… You're perfect,” he breathed, raw honesty in his voice as he reached out and stroked her cheek. She flushed furiously, ducking her head with a shy smile.

“No one's perfect, Simon,” she muttered shyly and he gripped her chin, making her look back up at him.

“I beg to differ,” he smirked, raising a brow at her. She huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes playfully.

“If anyone’s perfect here, it’s certainly not me,” she murmured, giving him an obvious once over that had his ears burning.

She got up to grab the dishes but he stopped her, arms around her as he pulled her onto his lap sideways. She laughed lightly as her arm went around his neck to steady herself and he just smiled up at her. He pulled her in for a kiss, taking his time as his tongue languidly toyed with hers. She smoothed a hand over his chest and he moaned softly, a hand digging into her thigh greedily. She pulled away with an amused grin.

“Stop trying to seduce me, I told you to wait,” she smirked, tapping him on the nose before she jumped up and scooped up the plates.

The day seemed to fly by despite doing nothing but snuggling on the couch together like he wanted. It had been the most relaxed and calming birthday he’d ever had and it had been nice to just take a step back and do nothing for once. He’d mentioned he fancied a curry so they wound up getting Indian for tea, a new place that was now his new favourite and his dupiaza was fucking delicious. When 7 pm rolled around, Charlotte glanced at the clock before peeling herself away from him.

“I’m gonna start getting ready. It's a nice place by the looks of it, found it on the internet,” she started, glancing him over and looking deep in thought. He wondered why she'd picked somewhere other than the usual pub they went to. He wasn't typically a club person if he was honest but she obviously picked it for a reason.

“Your black jeans should be good… maybe a nice shirt or something,” she mused and he realised it must be a nice place if he needed to wear a shirt.

“Alright, you get ready first, it won’t take me long,” he murmured, curious as to what she planned to wear and where the fuck they were going. She nodded, pecking him on the lips before prancing off to the bedroom.

He lounged for a little longer, watching TV as he waited for her to come back. He didn't need to do his hair and he certainly didn't plan on wearing make up, so he only really needed to get his clothes on. He’d be ready in like 5 minutes. The bedroom door opened and he glanced at her, doing a double take as his eyes almost bugged out of his head. If he was in a cartoon, his jaw might have been on the floor. There wasn't an inch of her the black dress wasn't hugging tightly and it was so short that he almost marched her back to the bedroom and demanded she put pants on. He didn't though, he wasn't about to be a possessive arsehole who told her what she could and couldn't wear. Besides, he very much liked the view. He just hoped no one else fucking did.

“What do you think?” she asked, twirling with a pretty smile on her face. She’d done her make up all pretty, smokey eyes making them stand out more and brown lipstick on her pouty lips. Her wavy hair was half up in some kind of braid, the rest flowing past her shoulders. Combined with the tiniest black dress in the world and some black wedges, she was certainly a sight.

“Look divine, sweetheart,” he hummed, moving to stand and walk over to where she stood blushing.

He still towered over her even with the heels and she blinked those long, dark lashes up at him, making his stomach feel all funny. He took a moment, his dark eyes really taking her in and he couldn't believe he’d landed a girl like her, couldn't quite understand what she saw in him. He wanted to kiss her but didn't want to ruin her makeup so he settled on kissing her cheek, making her beam a smile at him.

“I’ll go get ready, won’t be long,” he said before slipping off into the bedroom.

He kept to his word, being ready in 4 minutes, black shirt, black jeans and his boots on. He’d splashed a bit of his cologne on for good measure and that was the extent of his grooming. His curiosity over where they were going was burning in him as he went back into the living area and he got a wolf whistle for the first time ever in his life. He hated how he blushed like a little girl when he snorted at her.

“Fuck off,” he muttered, making her laugh as she walked over to him. He had no idea how she could walk in the heels she was in. He'd never actually seen her in heels before when he thought about it, always those Docs she seemed to live in.

“Ready?” she asked eagerly, now in her leather jacket too. Fuckin’ hell, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her into next week, but he remembered her promise of plans later on.

“Ready,” he nodded, not bothering with a jacket of his own. It wasn't too cold despite it being the start of November and he always ran a bit hot. She took his hand, lacing their fingers together before they both left and got into the elevator.

She told the taxi driver where to go and he wound up in a part of town he’d never been before. They got out and she led him down the street, other people milling about and enjoying the night. The clubs looked a little more upscale, certainly not a place a man like him would go to. He kept quiet, trying to figure out just why they were coming here and when she stopped outside a sleek looking club, he saw the purple neon sign over the door reading ‘Pleasure Paradox’.

His brows raised and he allowed her to guide him to the door, two massive bouncers giving them a once over before nodding and allowing them entry. He wasn't sure what he’d expected when she said she was taking him to a club but it sure as shit wasn't this. The first thing he noticed were the naked dancers on stage, dancing a pole and somehow making it look elegant and not cheap like the place he’d been to for Tommy's bachelor party. Everything was black, purple and silver, looking high end and a lot of the men in full blown suits.

He felt a little out of place even in his nice jeans and shirt. It didn't escape him how some people were blatantly getting it on in the booths and he glanced at Lottie to see if she noticed, but she seemed dead set on finding the bar. He got dragged along by his hand until she stopped, waiting patiently to be served as the bartender went around tending to people.

“Lottie…” he murmured carefully, drawing her attention and making her nod. “A sex club?” he asked quietly, not wanting to offend anyone that wanted to be here.

He knew they got up to all sorts of kinky shit but this felt a bit weird, like something they should have discussed beforehand and she’d always been good at that sort of shit. She never sprang shit on him, always wanted the green light to go ahead, especially after learning of his inexperience. This whole thing just rubbed him the wrong way and he wasn't sure why. She laughed, the sound slightly nervous as a blush crept up her cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something when this swanky wanker in a black and red suit sidled up to her, far too close for Simon’s comfort, especially when he was still holding her fucking hand, making it obvious she was with him.

“What are you two having to drink?” he asked and when he settled a hand on Lottie’s shoulder, Simon’s vision almost went black. He clenched his jaw so tight that his teeth started to ache, his eyes zeroed in on the hand on his girl.

“Oh… uh…” Charlotte turned to him, her eyes pleading like she was unsure what to say and he hated, no, fucking loathed the fact he was so soft for her that he went along with whatever bullshit she was pulling on him.

“Bourbon,” he grit out and the man nodded, waving over the bartender as he looked at Lottie questioningly. The man must be someone important since the bartender ignored all the others who had been waiting longer and went straight for Mr Prick.

“I don't know what to have, maybe one of the cocktails?” she sounded so unsure of herself and he was left once again baffled why she was even here.

“You seem like a Cosmopolitan kind of girl,” the man smirked, giving the bartender the order. It took less than a minute and a glass was being shoved in his hand by the man who was far too touchy for his own good.

“Benedict,” he grinned with a tip of his head and of fucking course the twat was called Benedict. The fuckers full name was probably something pretentious like Benedict Montgomery the fucking third.

“I’m Charlotte, this is Simon,” Lottie flashed the man a smile that had Simon’s blood suddenly feel like lava running through his veins. His hand was still holding hers in a death grip, drink in the other and he took a large gulp of it, tugging her a little closer possessively. The man seemed to notice the move, eyeing Simon’s hand around Lottie’s and then he looked back at Simon with a patronising smile.

“First time swingers then?” he asked wryly and Simon blinked dumbly at him.

Swingers. This was a fucking swingers club. There was something that felt akin to betrayal that shot through him violently as his eyes darted to Charlotte but she’d looked over at the booths across the room and he couldn't see her face. Was she avoiding him?

“I wouldn't mind sharing her with you,” the man smirked smoothly and Simon heard ringing in his ears.

He clutched his glass so hard he thought it might shatter in his hands and when Charlotte laughed it only made it worse. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He wanted to deck the fucker, punch all of his perfectly straight teeth right out of his mouth. He didn't though. This club was clearly different, the man was just going along with it. He was the odd one out here and for a moment, he wondered why the hell Charlotte had brought him here.

He felt sick as he slammed his glass down, letting go of her hand and storming away from them as he weaved through the sea of bodies. He sucked in a greedy lung full of air when he got outside but his feet didn't stop. The urge to get as far away as possible burrowed deep into his skin. He wasn't used to this feeling, this weird burning in his chest that scorched him from the inside out.

“Simon! Simon, wait!” She called after him. He stopped, unable to keep going at her plea, but he didn't turn around. His whole body was held taut like a string about to snap, his hands clenched to fists by his side as he took in a shaky breath.

“The fuck was this then? Am I not enough for you now?” He growled harshly as he turned around. He really couldn't help the burning insecurity and betrayal he was feeling at the idea she wasn't happy with him anymore, that she needed to bring in someone else. Hurt flashed across her face making her look as though he'd just struck her.

“What? No! I-I didn't even…” she tripped over her words and something stabbed him deep in the chest when her lower lip trembled, her eyes glazing over with tears.

“I didn't know the club was like that. I just… I wanted to bring you ‘cause of the dancers, I thought you'd like it. I never meant for that to happen, that wasn't what I wanted,” she blurted, her voice wobbling as she wiped her eyes furiously. It made the makeup smudge around her eyes and guilt shot through him like a 7.62mm bullet. What a right bastard he was to make her cry like this, to hurt her fragile feelings. He believed her too, believed she hadn't brought him here to try and bring someone else into their bedroom because he could see the sincerity all over her face. But then her words replayed in his brain and he frowned.

“Why would you think I'd wanna see the dancers?” He asked her, watching how her cheeks flushed as she looked away. She wrapped her arms around herself in the way she did when she was trying to distance herself. His frown deepened as he took a few steps towards her.

“I… I don't know. They're… different… New and exciting, I guess. I thought you'd like it, they're pretty,” she murmured quietly. He blinked at her, his chest feeling heavier by the second as he took in her demeanour. He’d seen her look self conscious a fair few times, no doubt a result of her upbringing and then her twat of an ex, but this was different. She looked like a wilting flower and it physically hurt him.

“New and excitin’? You think that's what I want?” he asked carefully, his voice thick as his throat constricted. She opened her mouth before snapping it shut again, a distraught look crossing her face.

“I don’t want you to get bored of me,” she admitted quietly, her eyes full of pain and her cheeks pink. It felt like his chest caved in and he tilted his head as he gave her an incredulous look.

“Why the fuck would I get bored of you, love?” he asked with a shake of his head.

He tried to keep his voice soft because the poor girl looked ready to shatter at a moment's notice. He watched it happen right before his eyes as she looked down, a small sob ripping from her lips that broke his black heart in two. He wasted no time in stepping into her space, cupping those pretty cheeks that were stained with her tears and makeup. He tilted her face to look at him and she scrunched her face up as more tears fell, looking like she’d just been shivved.

“Everyone gets bored of me, Simon. Ethan, Jessica, even my mum and dad. Everyone reaches a point where they just… don’t care anymore. And I don’t… I don’t want that to happen with you,” she cried softly and he wrapped his arms around her, caging her against his chest as he stroked the back of her head.

His poor sweet girl had been through far too much bullshit for the sweet little thing she was. Hearing the venom that was poisoning her mind made him feel physically sick, not knowing how long those thoughts had been burrowing in her mind like a fucking parasite. He tried to figure out an appropriate response in his head, not wanting to come out with something that would make the situation worse. She was fragile right now, that much was clear and it was his job to glue her back together. Words were hard for a man like him, always had been, so he decided to show her something instead.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go back home, need to show you somethin’,” he murmured. She blinked her tearful eyes at him looking confused but she nodded. Maybe she was grateful to get away from prying eyes in the street or away from the damn club that started all this bullshit, but he was glad she didn't ask questions.

Getting the taxi back, Simon felt nerves bloom in his belly at what he was about to do. He’d do it for her. Do it because she needed reassurance, do it because she needed him and there wasn't a world where he wouldn’t do whatever she needed of him. He led her inside their place, shutting the door behind her. She kicked off her heels, a morose look on her face that reminded him of the day they met.

This wasn't exactly how he thought his relaxing birthday would go but something in him told him this was a long time coming and what he was about to do really needed to happen. He moved behind her, gently taking her jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door.

“Sit down, yeah,” he gestured with his head to the sofa and she complied, padding over and slumping down. He looked at her for a moment before wandering into their room, crouching beside the bed before pulling out a shoe box. He got back up and wandered out to the living area, moving to sit next to her. Even with makeup smeared around her red rimmed eyes she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. Her blue hues darted to the box in his hands and he set it on her knee, making her confusion grow.

“Open it,” he urged, trying to ignore the huge spike of fear that shot through him at his own words. He was about to make himself the most vulnerable he’d ever been and it fucking terrified him.

She looked at him warily for a second before prying the lid open and setting it on her other side on the couch. She blinked at the contents before starting to pull some things out to look at. The first thing was a receipt for the stuffed dinosaur he’d gotten her from the museum. The next was the movie tickets from when they went to see Final Destination 3. Every receipt from Cafe Metro where she’d scribbled a little note on them for him, every letter she’d written him when he was deployed, a picture of the pair of them with Tommy and Beth from Beth’s birthday, a picture of her and his mum in his mum’s garden as they both planted some flowers. She pulled out the strip of pictures they’d had done in a photo booth, one of which he’d cut off and put in his wallet, wanting to carry it with him wherever he went. The last thing she pulled out from the very bottom was the bus tickets dated from the night they met. Her eyes snapped to him, glassy and shining in the light.

“You kept all this?” she asked incredulously, her eyes searching his face before she shoved everything back in the box. He felt the blush dusting his cheeks but he tried to ignore it.

“I did… Kept it ‘cause… ‘cause I love you, Lottie,” he admitted, his voice wavering as he uttered those words he’d held in for so long.

He thought he’d broken her for a long moment as she stared at him without blinking. Started to worry him, started to think he’d fucked it all up by telling her, but then a blinding smile overtook her face and he didn't think he’d ever seen her so radiant. Gone was all the earlier sadness, all the self doubt, in its place was pure happiness that made him feel like a grenade had gone off in his chest and left nothing in its wake.

“You love me?” she asked hopefully, wide eyes sparkling at him.

“I do. Have for a long time,” he breathed, feeling terrified and relieved all at once now it was out in the open. “And I’m not expectin’ you to say it back, that's not why I said it. I just… you got no need to worry about me gettin’ bored of you, Charlotte. You're… everythin’ to me. You’re my reason to exist, my fuckin’ oxygen. I’d never get bored of you for as long as I’m still walkin’ the earth,” he implored, baring his bloody and beating heart for her, on his knees begging her not to crush it.

The box got plonked on the floor and then she was on him, on his lap as her lips claimed his with such desperation it made his head spin. He kissed her back hungrily, hands gripping her hips as she pressed herself impossibly close to him. When she pulled away, she was still smiling and he knew that this was all he wanted in life. He didn't care about anything else, all he wanted was her.

“I love you too,” she smiled and it was his turn to stare unblinking for a moment. He thought maybe he’d heard wrong, but then she gripped his cheeks, radiant smile still painted on her perfect lips. “I’ve loved you for ages but I was scared of saying it. Thought you’d run off,” she snorted with a blush and his whole body sagged in relief.

“Guess we’re both fuckin’ idiots then,” he replied and she laughed, moving to press her face in his neck, nuzzling him.

He sighed in content, a blazing warmth starting in his chest and warming up every crevice of his being. She loved him back, had done for a while. He couldn't even place the emotion he was feeling right now, a happiness he’d never quite experienced before. He held her tightly, hand splayed on her back to keep her close as he pressed his nose to her hair.

He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders now. He’d said it and she’d said it back. He didn't have to bottle it up and keep it to himself anymore, he could tell her every time he got the fucking urge, which was all the fucking time, and it wouldn’t be a problem. She loved him. For some reason unknown to man, Charlotte loved the mess that was Simon Riley and he couldn’t be fucking happier about it.

“I’m sorry I ruined your birthday,” she murmured against his neck and his fingers rubbed her scalp.

“Didn’t ruin anythin’, love,” he replied, using the grip on her hair to move her face, making her look at him. “But… someone did say they had plans for me,” he raised a brow with a smirk, watching the way her eyes lit up with excitement and he suddenly wondered just what he was getting himself into.

“I did. Come on,” she grinned, far too eager for his liking but he allowed her to get up and take his hand.

He followed her to the bedroom, watching as she tugged her tiny dress off and then her underwear. He took his own clothes off, figuring he might as well save her a job and waited to see what she wanted him to do,

“Will you lay down for me?” she asked sweetly, fluttering her lashes and he was powerless to resist her. He lay on his back, relaxing, his eyes lazily watching as she crouched beside the bed and rummaged in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. She stood back up with a triumphant smile, handcuffs in her hands. He’d enjoyed using them last time and he smirked to himself, about to move so she could lay down instead and he could cuff her. Imagine his surprise when she shoved him back down, kneeling between his legs and giving him a wicked grin. It clicked then and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

“You wanna cuff me?” he asked slowly, the dominant animal he had inside of him snarling at the prospect. Yet the cheeky and hopeful look on her face made him curious to try it, to see what it would be like to have her in control for once.

“Only if you're okay with it,” she murmured and he nodded, making her smile.

“I’m up to try it,” he shrugged and she leaned over him with the cuffs, encircling one of his wrists with them. Her delectable tits were right in his face and his free hand came to grab one, his mouth wrapping around her nipple and suckling on it greedily and making her gasp.

“Simon!” she chided with a giggle, squirming against him in a way that felt divine. God, it wouldn't take much to take the power back, would it? She was always so pliable for him.

He let her go with a dark smirk, allowing her to take his other hand and cuff him to the headboard. She jerked on them a little and then hummed, seemingly satisfied with his restraints. She moved back to kneel between his legs, tilting her head as she observed him. Made his cock twitch the way her eyes devoured the sight of him all trussed up for her, a predatory gleam in her blue eyes. His breathing hitched when her soft hands smoothed up the inside of his thighs and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” she purred and maybe those words should have embarrassed him but he moaned instead, cock jumping against his stomach as something dark flashed behind his eyes. He nodded and she tutted at him, moving to hover over him as she bit her lip with a grin.

“Use your words,” she ordered and why did that make his dick ache so badly?

“Yes,” he breathed softly and her grin turned into something almost sinister.

“You can do better than that, Simon,” she raised a brow.

“I’ll be a good boy,” he murmured and she looked like she might just purr in delight at his words. Her lips claimed his demandingly and he surrendered to her, enjoying having her take the reins.

When she pulled away, her teeth nipped at his lower lip and he groaned, fire spreading over him as she tugged it before letting it go. She started kissing down his jaw and then his neck and he titled his head, soft moans leaving his lips as he revelled in her attention. His hands instinctively went to grab her as he always did but instead he couldn't move them, the metal clinking against the headboard as he tried and a growl rumbled in his chest at the spark of frustration. He really wanted to touch her.

She chuckled against his neck before sucking on it harshly and he knew it would leave a mark. A long drawn out moan left him and he arched up, wanting to feel her cunt that he knew would be dripping for him but she moved away every time he tried, denying him of the friction he was badly craving. Her kisses moved down to his chest, giving him a cheeky bite every now and then and by the time she got to his stomach, he was a writhing mess. He’d never been teased before, this whole thing was new but he was on the brink of insanity with how much he ached for her. She hadn't touched his cock once.

“Charlotte…” his brows furrowed, hips bucking and finding nothing but air to greet him.

“You need something?” she asked mischievously, sucking a hickey just above his hip bone and drawing another ragged moan from him.

“I need you,” he bit out, starting to get agitated with being kept away from her touch. She looked up at him through her lashes, kissing his stomach just next to his cock, so close he felt her breath against it and he whimpered, something he’d deny until the day he died.

“Is that how you ask for something like a good boy?” she asked roughly and he felt so frustrated that he was sure he was about to cry. Is this how she felt when he teased her? Fuckin’ hell, it was torture yet he didn't want it to end.

“Please. Please fuckin’ touch me,” he begged, too far gone to feel ashamed at the notion. The grin she gave him was something he’d never seen on her face but he didn't have time to think about how his angel had turned into a villain because then she was grasping his cock in her hand. Even the small contact made a raw moan leave his lips and he felt ready to go off at a moment's notice.

“Don’t cum, not until I tell you to,” she demanded, eyes narrowed as if she could read his mind and he nodded, lungs unable to get air properly.

His eyes were glued to her, watching as she leaned down and licked a thick stripe up his cock and fuck did it feel good. The strangled noise he made told her as much too. She took him into her mouth and his head fell back, moaning wantonly as he started thrusting up into her mouth. She didn't like that, moving off him and giving him a firm look.

“Do you want me to touch you or not?” she asked him as if she was scolding a child. His cheeks flushed and he made a pained noise, his hands tugging on his cuffs. She made no move to touch him, still giving him that stony glare and his cock was throbbing.

“Yes… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” he whispered in a raw voice and she smirked, moving to crawl over him and he could almost taste the impending relief. He half expected her to tease him more, to withhold her precious pussy from him, so he was more than pleasantly surprised when she lined him up and sunk down onto him without preamble. The noise he made was embarrassing and the cuffs strained against the headboard as he desperately tried to reach out and touch her.

She rested her hands on his firm chest as she started to move up and down. He was so worked up that he knew he wouldn't last long yet worried what she’d do if he came without her permission. That and he didn't like to cum before her but he could do little about it when he was restrained like this. She didn't waste time, didn't take it slow, didn't tease him. She started bouncing on his cock with such force, her tits were jumping up and down and he was helpless to lay there and make noises like an animal in mating season.

Her own moans were needy and he knew she’d probably teased herself with what she’d done to him, getting off on bossing him about. He knew because that's exactly how he felt when he was in control. He took a chance by rutting up into her but she seemed too into her own pleasure to chide him for it and he took the tiny slither of control she was allowing him, using it to fuck her harder, deeper.

Her face was a picture and he was enraptured. Her mouth open as she moaned, eyes screwed shut as she chased her own pleasure, used his body to get off. It didn't take much longer before she was gasping, squirming on his cock as she came hard. He could barely breathe, his moans raw and painful as he tried his best not to spill his load into her when her cunt milked him so well.

“Lottie, please. I can’t- I need-” he gasped desperately and she nodded, fighting through her own pleasure that had temporarily blinded her as she picked up her pace bouncing on his cock.

“You can cum. Want you to fill me up,” her sinful words pushed him right over the edge and he came with a roar, vision going white for a moment as he gave her every drop he had.

He felt weightless, like his body was gone and he was nothing but a puddle. Felt like there was nothing left of him at all. He couldn't open his eyes, his high wrapping around him like a snake. He felt the cuffs release, the sensation of his arms finally coming back to him as she gently put them by his sides. He opened his eyes, lazily looking at her through his hazy mind. She was radiant as she looked him over, concern shining behind those pretty blue eyes and when he smiled at her, she relaxed infinitely. He grabbed her, glad to finally be able to and stopped her from getting off him, wanting to keep his cock inside her a bit longer. She lay right on top of him and she giggled, splaying herself over him with her face in his neck.

“Was that okay?” she asked softly, her hand rubbing his chest. His own hands were wandering her body greedily, soaking up the silky feel of her skin.

“Perfect. Wouldn't get used to it though, we all know who’s really in charge here,” he murmured tiredly and she snorted, kissing his neck sweetly.

He could feel her breathing start to even out, tiredness taking hold of the pair of them and he knew this wasn't the most comfortable sleeping position but he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. His hand smoothed up her back, holding her close as he pressed his face into the top of her head.

“I love you,” he whispered, glad he could just say it now. He felt her smile against his neck and she snuggled even closer to him.

“I love you too,” she replied, rubbing her nose against the sensitive skin she’d previously marked. “Happy birthday, Simon,” she added and he pressed a kiss to her head. Despite the hiccup with the club, he could say this was his best birthday ever. She loved him back and he still couldn't quite wrap his head around how he got to be so lucky. Loving a mess like him was the best gift she could ever give him and he wouldn't take it for granted.

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Ice - JJ Maybank

Request: I have Tourette’s and I would love to see a fic where JJ has mild/moderate TS and that's why his dad abuses him. After luke beats him one night he goes over to john b’s and has a tic attack. Here are some tics he could have Verbal tics: pop sound, whistle sound, throat clearing, squeak sound, clicking sound, sniffing. Motor tics: Neck jerking, shoulder shrugging, blinking hard or Repetitively, eye rolling (which gets him in trouble) grimacing. please no Coprolalia because its actually a stereotype

Author's Note: Some of this is very descriptive in talking about tics and honestly I had to stop a few times while writing cause it made me feel like I was tic-ing. So just, be aware of that if you're reading and you have any neurodivergence that would cause you to tic.

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He knew he was doing it. Not that it was hard to miss or ignore or not know, but JJ was distinctly aware of the cracking of each of his knuckles individually and then all together. When the familiar pop didn’t sound on his ring finger he kept pressing down on it and then pushing it back, trying to manipulate his joints into submission.

When it refused he finally gave up, instead popping all the pockets of air in his neck, back, right knee (easily manipulated since he’d fractured it when he was nine), and his toes. All ten cracked satisfyingly and then he felt the familiar wash of relief over him as if encouraging arthritis in all his joints was the only way to calm down the nerves that were short-circuiting in his body. 

John B was supposed to be back from his date with Sarah soon and JJ was trying in vein to chill out before that happened. He’d been around the house already, opening every cupboard once, then once more, fiddling with the loose handle on the cutlery drawer (which was mostly plastic takeout utensils) until it fell off and he had to fix it back into place. He’d twisted so hard in the opposite direction that the nail left an indent in the cheap wood. JJ had thought about laying on the hardwood floor and trying the breathing exercise that Kiara had tried getting him practice a handful of times before. He imagined it working every time but every time it just made him more agitated. Breathing in and out to a steady rhythm and focusing on every limb until he was sinking into the floorboards like quicksand, too heavy to climb back out. Thinking about made his skin crawl and then he was itching at his forearms, red marks littering with little white flakes of dried skin from the combination of sunburn and saltwater. His short nails ran up and down and up and down and up and down and his head still felt like it was going to implode. Like he couldn’t think or talk and if he stopped moving...he couldn’t stop moving. He made it to the freezer and popped ice cubes into the sink and then he shoved one in his mouth and bit until it was warm enough to break and he chewed and chewed. One after the other until all twelve of them were gone and his mouth was numb and his teeth hurt but he’d stopped moving. His brain freeze went down the back of his neck into his shoulder and the pain felt like heaven it was so distracting. Like he’d turned himself into the ice and numbed out every inch of his brain so it stopped working and he could just breathe.

And then the door slammed and he startled, turning away from the sink to catch Pope coming in with Kiara and John B. He nodded when Pope said his name and John B was still talking, loud like he always did, and JJ frowned involuntarily before stretching his jaw but not opening his mouth. He tried to crack his ring finger again and it worked this time, Kiara’s nose scrunching at the noise. She shot him a disapproving look, she hated the noise, he knew she hated it. She hated the ice chewing more, for a list of reasons from it being bad for his teeth to it being obtrusive to listen to on a daily basis.

“You okay?” The words cut over the end of John B’s sentence and JJ was still standing there holding his right hand and staring at Pope. He felt like he was hearing everything underwater and all the nervous energy that had been there before came flooding back over him. He blinked, eyelashes fluttering at a rapid succession as he tried to collect his thoughts or a least have any coherent ones.

“Good. Great.” He nodded, then nodded again for effect and also because the motion of his hair flopping against his forehead was a nice distraction. “Good.”

“Are you sure?” Pope looked skeptical as he walked further into the room.

About to nodd for the third time, JJ felt the familiar tightening of muscles, like someone was pressing their hands on either side of his head before it shook, rather violently, for a split second. He twisted his fingers, hearing another series of cracks from where the joints had stiffened up again. “Just shit at home.” He finally said, falling into his normal rhythm. He felt like he was deflating, the shake of his head a crescendo to his mild breakdown. He could breathe. He opened and closed the cabinet near his head twice, opened it a third time and took out a box of pop tarts, and closed it again. “How was the date?”

Pope was still watching him, mildly concerned that something had thrown him over the edge, but John B launched right back into a story about Sarah and Ward being weird and Wheezie bothering them while they were out on the Druthers. Kiara took one of the sleeves of pop tarts, moving over to plug in the toaster that was only unplugged because JJ had missed it on his trip around the house (unplugging everything that was attached to the wall and then plugging it all in again, except the toaster).

JJ clicked his tongue once, tapped on the counter, and then took his pop tart when it was expelled from the toaster.

“Hey,” Pope had replaced Kiara, leaning against the counter and side-eyeing JJ as if they were in on some secret together. And it wasn’t like John B didn’t know, hadn’t clocked it immediately when he noticed all the coins scooped off his coffee table and disappeared (moost likely into a drawer somewhere). It was just that John B never said anything and Kiara only ever said things that sounded like she was trying to placate a disease. “Is it Luke?”

He blinked. Once, twice, breath in, calm down, breath out, two steps to the freezer and-

“JJ, can you not with the ice?” Kiara looked guilty for asking but annoyed that she had to. As if he’d forced her hand.

“Sorry,” he mulled it around in his mouth and felt it melting against his gums as he tried to get back that feeling, that numbness that had stopped it all in the first place.

“Sorry.” Pope echoed the sentiment. “I wasn’t trying-”

“It’s fine.” JJ lied, now he was the one placating. Cause it wasn’t really fine at all. He didn’t want to talk about it because then he’d have to think about it and none of the words he wanted to say could come out of his mouth. And then he felt his ears fill up and all his joints stiffen and he tried too breath but all he wanted to do was stick his whole head in a tub of that ice and hope it froze something inside of him long enough that he could breath. “I’ll be right back.”

The air outside was warm and sticky and not even a little refreshing but at least he was outside and he stood there with a glass of ice cubes and he chewed, bare feet sinking into the gravel of the driveway like some kind of pseudo-acupuncture. And then the door opened and John B’s converse creaked on the wooden porch step.

“Yo, you want a beer?”

JJ imagined relaxing enough that he didn’t have to feel the tightness in his chest and the pressure in his head, “yeah...yeah.”

#jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fic #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks one shot #jj maybank one shot #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #collecting stories imagine

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tenderflint · 2 years ago

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putting a warm place directly after hand covers bruise on the better alone playlist is so perfect and insane and genius like. this singular soft, tense instrumental track from an otherwise incredibly angry, abrasive early album as like an artistic harbinger to the subtle yet terribly emotive score work of the later years as exemplified by ! fucking hand covers bruise! a beautiful painful perfect piece of music! this man owes me emotional damages

#i was literally just mocking this playlist yesterday but i take it all back. this is so good #i LOVE to see artistic development over time it's so delicious #that's the benefit of getting into an artist with an extensive history i think is you can really see how things change and what sticks and #what themes are hinted at before being more fully explored and so on and so forth #like with a warm place i feel like that's an instance of like. hey i kinda wanna talk about this (musical notion/theme) but this isn't #really the time or place so i'm only gonna hint at it #and those hints pervade until finally you get stuff like ghosts and the score work where those notions and themes are the focus #there's an opening up to say okay now i'm ready to talk about it #nine inch nails #trent reznor #ari rambles

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domesticblisss · 2 years ago

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bite the hand that feeds

dmitri antonov x female reader rating: mature. minors dni word count: 1139 summary: dmitri goes to the united states with hopper and the gang and he meets joyce's younger sister. warnings: smut. spit kink, slight dom/sub dynamics, squirting, having naughty thoughts about other people. i think that's all? it's pure filth. inspired by nine inch nails "the hand that feeds" a/n: this is the first time i've written anything outside of wrestling related fanfics, so i hope this is the slightest bit good, stranger things is one my favourite shows and i'm obsessed with the st men, and i’ll probably write for more of them (might have some eddie thing brewing). anyways, hope you enjoy it. part 02

Leaving your country and getting used to a new culture is never easy. Add being a defector, a former russian prison guard to that.

But Dmitri couldn’t complain, the american got him a roof over his head, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on and good company.

The good company took shape as Joyce’s younger sister.

“What is go– Jim?!” she exclaimed like she had seen a ghost. Well, kind of, right?

“I’m back?” Jim said sheepishly.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

“Honey,” Joyce interrupted, “let us in and we’ll explain everything.”

And they did. From the Starcourt Mall incident opening a portal to Russia, to Hopper getting imprisoned, to Joyce and Murray traveling all the way to said country – which got Joyce an earful for doing what she did without telling her sister – and to how they got out of the prison and back to the States.

“Okay, hold on.” The young woman pleaded, the amount of information almost unbearable to digest. “Okay, so you're telling me all those creatures, the ones that got Will, the things we saw at the underground base– I saw– we saw Hop die! But in reality, he just magically showed up in a russian prison, and Enzo, Dmitri…” she stopped for a second, taking the time to look at the russian man’s face, the amused smile on his lips making her lose her already scrambled train of thought, “what should I call you?”

“I don’t care, both are fine.”

“Well that was very helpful.” she scoffed. “Anyways, so Dmitri” she raised an eyebrow towards the blue eyed man, earning her a shy smile and a timid nod in confirmation “a russian prison guard, sent you a doll full of clues, you and Murray went to Russia, got ambushed, found Jim, fought with other prison guards, fought the tulip from hell, and made it back home?”

“Yeah!” Joyce said with her sweet, joyful voice.

“Okay,” the younger Byers nodded, “so what you need me for?”

“We need a place for Enzo to stay.” Murray said.

“For a little while, just so we can solve everything.” Jim added.

“Of course. Welcome, Enzo slash Dmitri.” she smiled.

But harder than adjusting to life in a new country, it was adjusting to living life with her.

She was nice from the get go, going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel at home.

Her guest room turned into Dmitri’s room, the decoration becoming as cozy as it could get. She learned how to make his favourite dishes, making a separate grocery shopping list with whatever he wanted, and she even started taking russian classes. The small act of kindness made Dmitri emotional.

He could hear her repeating the foreign words through the shared walls of their bedrooms every night.

Dmitri often told her that she didn’t have to do everything that she was doing for him, and her answer always was “I’d do it for anyone who helped the people I love the most.”

Bit by bit he got used to it, but he never got used to her and the effect she had on him.

She’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. And it didn’t take long for her to plague his every single thought.

It started innocent, like when he saw some flowers down the driveway that he thought she would like, or when a new episode of her favourite show was on and she wasn’t home.

But his daydreams quickly escalated.

How wouldn’t they when her scent felt intoxicating, the house impregnated with the almost sickly sweet smell of her shampoo whenever she showers, or the cute noises she makes whether she likes or hates something, let alone waking up and walking in on her making breakfast in only a oversized t-shirt, one that he often dreamt about being his, dreamt about her stealing from him after sex.

Dmitri would be lying if he said that he didn’t lie awake at night thinking about her.

The russian man had lost count of how many times he had touched himself thinking about her, thinking about how sweet but tangy her pussy would taste, about how he would make her come at least two times before actually fucking her.

He always edged himself with the thought of her opening her plush pink lips to take his spit as the most precious nectar, how she would say ”thank you, sir” in gratitude, or how her warm tongue would make home for this fingers, muffling her moans as she came undone beneath him.

But what truly gets him, what makes him cum hard is the thought of his thick cock buried inside her tight cunt.

In his daydreams he always starts slow – even after having her prepared – to get her used to his size, filling her to the brim. It starts with that uncomfortable pain, slowly graduating to an almost dying pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside her repeatedly.

Right now, a new material for his thoughts is unlocked.

As he stands on the doorway, she runs around the kitching in a sundress – he had never seen her in a dress – the blues, yellows and oranges of the dress contrasting perfectly with her soft skin.

In his head, he has her bent over the kitchen table, the dress messily scrunched up around her waist, with her panties shoved down to her knees. His face is impossibly close to her core, his tongue stimulating her clit while his fingers work on her hole. The assault he has on her makes her squirt and he laps around to get her clean. He doesn’t waste any time, opens his belt and gets rid of his pants as fast as he can, and enters her in one swift move.

His usually slow moves are now fast, as if the world is going to end if he takes his sweet time. Dmitri’s left middle finger finds her clit, rubbing soft circles around her nub, an almost ironic move compared with how hard he’s thrusting. He knows she’s close, her knees are giving up and her walls are starting to close around him.

“Just a little bit longer, just wait a little–“

“Earth to Enzo!” she says as she snaps her fingers in front of his face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Dmitri answers, shame consuming him.

“Joyce, Jim, Murray and the kids are arriving in a few, could you help me set up the table?”

“Of course, дорогой”

God, this is going to be the longest afternoon of his life.

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Trnaslations: дорогой: dorogaya -> Sweetheart

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

#x reader #stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov imagine #dmitri antonov #enzo x reader #enzo imagine #enzo stranger things #db writes #db fics

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booppooo · 3 years ago

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I would like to request prompt 2, the reader's pronouns are gonna be she/her, and the whole plot of this oneshot is gonna be where Manny and Mel are on the supply run and Abby is left with reader in the car. They want to relieve themselves so reader eats Abby out in the car. Abby squirts a lot, please and thank you🥰

Gotta Make This Quick

AN: Ask and you shall receive....eventually.

Warnings: unestablished relationship, semi-public sex, lesbian sex, oral, squirting

Word Count: 1743

Third POV:

It was just another simple supply run, nothing special to it. Only this time Y/n had been assigned to tag along in lieu of Abby's favorite girl - Alice. An extra set of hands were always nice in this world considering every horrible possibility could happen at any moment. So the solider didn't mind seeing Y/n hop in that back seat with her, if anything she was looking forward to this supply run, however the other two passengers couldn't say the same.

Mel always tried to brush off the fact that she hated how much she made Abby smile - purely because she hated to see Abby so happy in the first place. "I don't have an opinion on her, she's just a good fighter," she'd shrug and turn her nose up. Manny (surprisingly) was on Mel's team in terms of Y/n as well. Though it brought him great joy to see Abby laugh and carry on, Y/n was Abby's greatest distraction and therefore there were a lot more mistakes made than there needed to be. They were a better duo when they were safe inside the stadium, but more of a disaster in terms of a combat. Needless to say, the job always got done and that's all that mattered at the end of the day.

The terrain was rocky and bumpy as always as Manny sped down what was left of the roads. He slowed to a stop at an old warehouse that had yet to be picked through since the Seraphites always patrolled it so heavily, but after finding out their schedule the WLF was able to find a time to squeeze in and sweep the place. And since that time window was so small, Mel urged the two giggling friends to stay behind and keep watch.

"What the hell Mel?" Abby protested while tugging on the door handle.

Mel stepped over to Y/n's window, "Stay here, we'll only be a few minutes."

"Yeah but you didn't have to lock - fuck." Abby scoffed and turned to her friend, "What if there's an emergency and they get ambushed?!"

Y/n slumped in her seat and rolled her head toward Abby, "Obviously they're betting on no one showing up. Just relax."

Abby rolled her eyes, "You're fucking kidding me right?"

"Couldn't be more serious babe."

And at that Abby's pretty freckled cheeks burned a soft crimson. Her mind fell fuzzy while her palms began to sweat against her rifle. She broke the tense eye contact and darted her gaze around the vehicle.

"They're... they're not doing this very smart." she continued, but Y/n had tuned it out and was completed infatuated with the way she had made Abby crumble.

Daringly she took a step further by inching closer and nonchalantly resting an palm over Abby's gorgeously massive thigh. It wasn't hard to miss the way the blonde's breath got caught in her throat - adorable. She lazily drew circles on the rough fabric and gazed up to Abby.

"You're so tense, what's got your panties in a bunch all the sudden?" Y/n teased and didn't bother to suppress the shit eating grin on her face.

Abby swallowed the spit pooling in her mouth. Though she was a blushing, sweating mess, she was absolutely loving every moment of this. Should she entertain it?

Abby softly shook her head and forced herself to stare out the window. This was surely just Y/n being her flirtatious, silly self.

Then her hand came up and squeezed softly on Abby's exposed bicep. It was like she was holding a flame against the hard muscle and lit Abby's entire body on fire. Her thighs pressed together and Y/n's nails dug into her pants. This was overwhelming in all the right ways, but Abby still wasn't sure her intentions.

Her warm breath fanned across the soldier's neck, "I know a thing or two about how to de-stress."

This woman who was known for being the strongest and sturdiest solider quickly felt her heart and mind melting at her friend's words. Just like a flip was switched and she completely folded over. Y/n was nearly foaming at the mouth; it was now or never.

With that she guided Abby's beautiful features to face her and they shared the most lustful kiss. Of course with the ticking time bomb Abby had been she soaked up every bit of touch Y/n offered her and found herself grabbing and feeling along her body. She had built her up and broke her down to the point where she was nearly feral. Abby loved the way she hated all the teasing.

Of course the strongest tried to settle her place over Y/n, but she wouldn't go down so quickly, after all it was Y/n's idea. She pulled away from the intense making out to smirk at her freckled companion and shove her shoulders down against the old leather seats. Again Abby's breathing failed her and left her abruptly while her heart hammered against her chest (not to mention the heat and slick accumulating in her pants).

But before the fun could continue Abby was struck with reality, "We're really gonna fuck here? What if someone sees?"

What a ridiculously question, Y/n thought.

"All the better."

Before Abby's rational could put up a resistance Y/n was earnestly working to remove Abby's cargo pants. Time was of the essence and both of them were well aware of that, but the desire swirling inside the car was just too overpowering to be ignored or interrupted.

The fighter laughed mockingly seeing the wet spot that had shamelessly formed on Abby's panties, "You're so fucking perfect." As expected the praise went straight to the blonde's core before even reaching her brain.

Y/n was ravenous and hasty in her approach. She nipped and licked and kissed all along those thighs she had dreamed to be between for an embarrassingly long time - it really was a dream come true. Then the underwear were ripped down her legs, thighs pressed open and against her strong torso, and Y/n's tongue went to work.

"Ah!" Abby cried out and smacked a hand over her mouth. All Y/n could do was laugh.

The goal: do whatever it took to make her cum as quickly as possible. Mel and Manny could be sprinting out those doors any second and there wouldn't be time to redress.

"Mmm fuck.." Y/n groaned and continued her ministrations.

Abby found herself trying not to shoot up to cloud nine, reaching and grabbing at whatever she could to give her a sense of reality. It was like she had the wind knocked out of her and each time Y/n's swirled her tongue deliciously over her clit a spell was casted on her. It was hopeless, Abby was hopeless, there was no way she was lasting very long.

And she didn't last very long, because in an instant that hot coil in Abby's abdomen snapped, her eyes rolled back into her head and she was crying into her hand. Y/n was elated when her lips, chin, neck, and chest were gushed on and drenched, in turn fueling her to work more fervently until Abby couldn't take it.

Those famous thighs began to tremble and Abby breathlessly begged Y/n to stop and tried squirmed away. How she wanted to continue to feast on her until she was an absolute mess of a person, but their circumstances were not in their favor and Abby was incredibly embarrassed at the fact she had squirted for her first time. Needless to say it was one of the most intense orgasms she had experienced to date but she never knew that would be the result.

Of course Y/n being the lady she was, cleaned up the mess she had made on Abby with her tongue, not missing a spot. The taste was unforgettable and her next mission was to get this wonder of a woman in her bunk. But for now they needed to get her dressed and Y/n's shirt changed.

Almost as if on cue, Y/n finished tugging a new shirt over her torso as Mel and Manny came darting from the warehouse, tossing the supplies in the trunk and throwing themselves into their seats.

"Everything okay?" Y/n wondered as Manny began to tear out of the scene.

"One of 'em saw us so we're leaving before we get ambushed. How were things out here?" Mel turned in her seat.

Abby instantly became flustered and her gaze retired to the window.

"Couldn't have been better." Y/n smirked.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut

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z0mb1ekittie · 2 years ago

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thank you for the tag @kaeko <3 i luv uuuu :3 I have no idea how to repost it cause im like a tumblr noob D: but lemme try this...

game #1: using your spotify top 100 playlist, shuffle 10 songs and tag 10 people below

1. Let It Die - Three Days Grace 2. Because of You - Kelly Clarkson 3. Carry me Ohio - Sun Kil Moon 4. Tree House - Alex G + Emily Yacina 5. I Got No Iphone - Parry Gripp 6. It's Been so Long - The Living Tombstone 7. Black Bush - FREEMAN 8. Various Methods of Escape - Nine inch Nails 9. Hey Bunny -Remix - Baby Bugs 10. Face Plant - Pepper

game #2: choose an artist you like and use the name of their songs to answer this as close to the truth as possible!

1. Name of the Artist: Nine Inch Nails 2. What is your Gender: 09 Ghost I 3. Describe yourself: The Fragile 4. How do you feel: Everything 5. If you could go anywhere, where would it be: Into The Void 6. Describe your best friend: A Warm Place 7. If your life was a tv show, what would it be called: HYPERPOWER! 8. What is life to you: Everyday is Exactly the Same 9. Relationship Status: We're In This Together 10. What do you fear: Hurt

game #3: share your top 5 current songs

1. Emergency Contact - Pierce the Veil 2. Sedatives - Irving Forces 3. Juliet - Cavetown 4. I Love You - OMFG 5. Cut Your Bangs - Radiator Hospital

I tag @g1r2007 @firel0rdh0tman @naruislesbianlimpbizkitxoxoxo @lilac-roze if yall wanna do it :) i am not good at being social so I also tag anyone who wants to do this >.< just pretend I tagged u it's ok :) u dont have to do it either it's just fun

i started to really try to make the songs fit how i was feeling for the second part LOL instead of just the titles... it took me like an hour to pick songs.

#my music so silly #parry gripp #parry gripp ftw #i aint got no iphone #music #nin #tdg #nine inch nails #music meme #hiii #emo #squee333chatz #tag #tag meme thing #tag meme music #music tag #spotify #squee.txt

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station26 · 3 years ago

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hiii i saw @fossilbed doing this and i decided i want 2 do it too. some of my favourite albums :-)

ghost quartet live at the mckittrick - dave malloy: no words. u just cant go wrong with concept albums, nonetheless dave malloy. i love me some audience interaction and weird plots and talking bears and betrayal and reincarnation

the great comet of 1812 - dave malloy: licherally changed my life i think, possibly one of the best musicals to be on broadway and i became friends w @romancepdf through it. the finale still makes me want to throw up screaming (positive)

hadestown (live) - anais mitchell: another musical that changed my life, also opened me to folk and jazz and blues :-) i will forever believe that this version of hadestown will always be above the broadway version. u just cant beat live recordings. u cant!

year zero - nine inch nails: struggled to pick a NIN album to put on here and i went with this one. trent makes a lot of emotional music but i dont think anything he has made touched my soul as much as in this twilight or zero sum

transgender dysphoria blues - against me!: whats there to say. this is essential music for each and every transsexual

wasteland baby - hozier: i cant listen to this without being like, a little sad cause i listened to this album a lot when i was in a really good place in my life. this album reminds me of sunsets on a balcony and roadtrips and homemade pies and laughing a lot.

year of the rat - terminal city rats: local band, found out about them when the main singer approched me and my partner at a bus stop and told us to listen to his band. and at the first punk show i went to, we saw them preform and it was SOOO fun

octet - dave malloy: sorry this is another dave malloy album. would u believe me if i said this also changed my life. this is the first time that ive seen like, commentary on the dangers of social media and phones and technology done in a way thats not like "oooh phone bad toxic gen z addicted to PHONE" like this is the first time its been done WELL

hymns for the exiled - anais mitchell: ahh this album feels like a warm hug. anais mitchell is such a strong writer and i simply love me a good gentle folk album that is also political.

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jangofctts · 4 years ago

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oNCE again I have no CLUE which boys ya want but here, tiS under the cut

boba: since I wrote about this I hope YALL WOULD UNDERSTAND thAt when this bitch eats you out he’s gonna EAT YOU OUT. Boba likes to tease a lot before actually putting his mouth on you and so expect a lot of “aw, princess, what's got you so worked up?” or like “I haven't even touched you, little one, and you’re already dripping.” maybe he’ll coat his fingers in your arousal and then suck it off while you just have to watch. SHIT LIKE THAT, HE’S A SMUG MF bc if he’s putting his mouth on you he’S GONNA DO IT HIS WAY. when he actually DOES taste you, he just sucks your clit until youre shaking or begging aND THEN puts his entire mouth over you, isn't afraid of it getting a little messy, esp when Boba wraps his arms around your thighs and just locks you in place so you cant wiggle away. he’s a bit of a biter, so he’ll nip your thighs and very lightly scrape his teeth over your clit. when he FINALLY gives you what you want and lets you cum he just smirks and doesn't stop. he’s a fan of overstimulation and just, pushing you over the edge as many times as it takes for you to start sobbing a bit or just incoherent babbles. once he’s satisfied, his lips and chin soaked with your arousal, he’ll flash you a cocky smile and drag you into a lONG, open mouthed kiss

din: baby boy. angel man. sweetheart who can do no wrong. since he's a virgin or very inexperienced, he’s very CURIOUS. he’ll be laying between your legs, head resting on your thigh as he run his fingers through your folds. he asks what feels good, sees what makes you twitch/moan or grab at his hair (pssst he likes his hair PULLED). din is a quick learner and so he jumps right in, licks a long line from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit and sucks for a little. he lOVES when you yank his head closer or arch your hips to get more of his tongue inside of you. din's not afraid of being loud and so, expect to hear little moans/curses/praise--whatever comes into his mind he just says it. imo I dont think he intentionally means to overstimulate you BUT he just cant get enOUGH--addicted to your taste when you cum on his tongue so he just doesn't stop. you have to force his head away and TELL him to stop or else yall gonna be there for hours ngl. he’s lived under armor for so long that every flavor, scent and touch is so fuckiN CRISP for din and so he wants to savor everything before he has to put the helmet back on. (also pLEase CaLL him a good boy--might bust a phat nut in his pants tho so wekejh)

paz: a fuckin horndog. sit on his face--do IT, in fact he asKS YOU TO. he wants to drOWN in that wap. paz is an ass man and so he loves it when you let him eat you out from behind, or you ride his face reverse cowboy. if you’re into it he’ll stick a couple fingers in your ass while he sucks your clit or has his tongue buried in your cunt. his lips are very wARM and plush so it just feels like HEAVEN. he’s a talker too, wants to tell you how pretty you are or how well youre doing for him, yknow? he ALSO likes when you pull his hair or tell HIM how good he’s doing. paz is a big boy but he’s also a big teddy bear and he just wants to make you feel good. hoWEVER he does have a tendency to edge and or overstimulate you so watch out kekjhrekw

rex: he jUST wants to treat his baBY--wants to show how good you make him feel by eating you out. I think rex is a bit reserved with telling people how he feels so he likes to show a lot of his love through action. he’ll sit you down on a couch and be on his knees for you while you stroke his face and maybe steal a kiss before Rex gets started. he definitely wants to hold your hand while he does it, scratch that HE NEEDS to hold your hand, needs to feel grounded and loved bc he adores you. it’s very slow and gentle--he’s worshiping every inch of skin his tongue laves over and savors each moan and gasp of his name. his favorite thing to do is suck/lick your clit while he fingers you--rex just likes to feel everything and give you his absolute best. since imo he’s a bit shy with these sorta things you need to encourage him and tell hm what he’s doing right and what you like, yknow? but after a couple times eating you out he’s AN EXPERT. he’s memorized you and uses it to his advantage. after you cum make sure to give him a sweet kiss, soft praise and ofc CUDDLES

cody: lmfao gOOD LUCK YOU AINT WALKING STRAIGHT AFTER HE’s DONE WITH YOU. nine times outta ten cody will eat you out after he’s fucked you. he literally gives zero shits if his cum is all over you, he just wants his mouth on you IMMEDIATELY. it’s very sloppy and needy, lots of cursing on his part and rumbly groans. he’s a biter too, youre not leaving without his teethmarks or big ol hickeys over your thighs and hips. he you to remember for days (lmfao like you could forget). if you’re a Jedi/senator/whatever, and youre on a mission with him, he’ll 100% pull you into a supplies closet or behind a gunship and eat you out there. he doesn't care if you get caught, he actually thinks it’s funny if one of his brothers walks by and sees you cumming over his tongue and crying his name. he’s DEFINITELY a talker in bed and it mostly consists of him teasing you, that rumbly voice feels like heaven when hums around your clit or asks if you’ll be good for him and cum in his mouth. I also have nO doubt in my mind if you’re being a brat, cody will edge you for hours and then just fuckin leave. he likes to see you squirm..just a bit :)

wolffe: aGGRESSIVE--idk how to explain that other than aggressive but kjrkjehr wolffe bites and digs his nails into your thighs when he eats you out. I feel like he’s a blend between cody and boba with the teasing--he likes to edge you, maybe he’ll eat you out and then leave you at the brink of orgasm, leave for hours, and then come back and overstimulate the fuck outta you until you cry a bit. if you agree, he’ll want to definitely want to wake you up by putting his mouth on you with lazy licks and quiet groans. you should pull his hair too :) he Definitely wont Get Grumpy or Bite Your Thigh. I feel like wolffe could be a spitter, like he’ll spit on your pussy, rub it over your clit and then drag his tongue from the base of your cunt and then all the way up. yknow? he also likes it when you ride his face, doesn't care if he literally cant breath from how hard you’re grinding into him, all that matters is your taste on his tongue and you screaming his name. I feel like when he asks to eat you out it’s another way of showing how much he cares for you, bc like rex, he’s shy with feelings and so wolffe will do little acts of service like this or anything else you wanna try. but anyway, he likes to rip your panties off and just go ham

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professorrw · 4 years ago

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Life’s Unfair

Pairing: female reader x Bucky Barnes

Requested: Yes

Warnings: abusive relationship, abuse, mentions of PTSD, victim blaming, cheating, alcohol, Bucky and Steve save reader from abusive boyfriend

A/N: If I missed any warnings please tell me! If there is anything wrong with this let me know. Requests are open for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, and drabbles for My Hero Academia, Harry Potter, and Marvel! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on that just tell me! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Why is life so unfair? Why do bad things happen to you? Why don’t you get a happy ending? Why do you have to suffer? Why do you attract bad people? Why are you so weak? These were all the thoughts running through your head as you laid next to your boyfriend board stiff. You were silently crying, if he heard you he would hit you more.

Life is unfair, that’s a statement, a fact. At least you believe it is. In college you were a good student. You were smart, but you let people walk all over you. One of those people being Chad. It was okay at first, you really believed he loved you. But he didn’t, and he still doesn’t. In college you were a means of getting good grades and sex. Now you were a way to live rent free. While you worked as a sort of assistant for the Avengers he would party, drink, and cheat on you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know. He didn’t try to hide it at all. You would randomly find panties that weren’t yours and acrylic nails that weren’t your style under the bed, even sometimes in it. You didn’t say anything though. You couldn’t. Because if you did he would hit you and yell at you. Even if you acted good and stayed quiet he would abuse you.

It was a never ending cycle that you couldn’t leave. He had control over you. He made you feel like shit every single day. He would tell you you couldn’t survive without him and you would die if you left him. You were scared of him. He had physical power over you. It wasn’t like you just pack up and leave.

What was even more unfair was that you were in love with someone. That someone being Bucky Barnes, a former Winter Soldier. You were assigned to help him adjust to his new life and you slowly but surely realized you loved him. He was kind and funny. Gentle, even though he had a dark past. He was intent on changing and you were there to help him. He found solace in your continued company, even when he was adjusted and could do things on his own.

You were a constant in his life and he was secretly in love with you too. But you had a boyfriend. That was the only thing holding him back. What he didn’t know was that Chad abused you. You didn’t tell anyone and made sure to keep it a secret. It was embarrassing to tell people that you had been in an abusive relationship for nearly ten years and you were too scared to leave it. So you suffered in silence.

You clocked into work at the Avenger base early the next morning. You left before Chad was awake. You didn’t want to hear his empty apologies anymore. They didn’t mean anything. He was a manipulative bastard that would abuse you at night and then act all innocent when he woke up. He blamed it on the alcohol. But if he really wanted to stop he could have.

It was humid outside and you were sweating bullets in your long sleeve blouse. You were usually dressed in long sleeves and pants, to cover the bruises. It was a miserable way to live, but you endured it. The Avengers didn’t question your fashion, they just thought it was your personal style to dress modestly. It wasn’t. If you could, you would dress more freely, sexy even. But even if you didn’t have bruises Chad wouldn’t let you. He would claim you were dressing for other men, trying to seduce them.

You were hired as a rehabilitation effort to help Bucky but all the Avengers like having you around and hired you as a sort of assistant. Even though they didn’t need assistance and you mostly just talked to them and had fun. The only real work you did was sorting out their public affairs and sometimes talking them through tough times.

As you walked into the cool Avengers tower lobby you were greeted by the receptionist, who informed you that Bucky was in his room. You took the elevator up to his temporary placement while he looked for his own apartment, which you were doing today.

You knocked on the door and he immediately replied, “Come in.” Once he saw it was you his face lit up.

“Hey-” your voice caught in your throat when you saw Bucky, who was shirtless.

He noticed your flustered face and bashfully pulled his shirt on. “Sorry about that doll. I was getting ready.”

“It-It’s fine.” You couldn’t seem to look him in the eye now that the sight of his abs and chest were burned into your brain.

“I asked Steve to come too. For advice, ya know.” He was leaning against his bed frame with his non-metal arm. He looked like a model you would find in a magazine for some masculine cologne.

“Good idea. Steve’s been in your shoes before and he’s known you for years.”

As if on cue there was a knock at the door and Steve stuck his head in. “Sorry I heard talking and assumed you guys were ready.”

You and Bucky glanced at one another before you answered. “Yeah, we’re ready.”

The three of you began your trip around Brooklyn, where Bucky wanted to live. You went to all the listings you had marked, spending most of the day there. You took a break from hunting and went to get lunch.

You took a seat outside with Bucky while Steve got your food.

“So… do you like any of them?”

“Yeah, I mean, they’re apartments, that's for sure,” he shrugged.

“Buck, come on. What’s wrong with ‘em?”

“S’just weird, ya know? Acting normal and doing normal stuff.”

You reached across the table and took his hand. “It’s okay to feel weird about this stuff. I’m sure Steve has felt it too.”

“Yeah, but Steve-” he was cut off by the man himself walking up to your table and placing your food down. You quickly pulled your hand away, but not fast enough to hide it from Steve. He knew all about your feelings for one another.

You tucked into your food, forgetting about your conversation for now. Bucky had confided in you a lot of what he had done, sparing you the nitty gritty details. He told you about his PTSD, about all the dreams he had. He trusted you and allowed you to comfort him. You were the only woman in his life, the only woman he even considered close to him.

It broke your heart knowing what he went through for all those years and all you could tell him was that he’s changed. And he has. At first he was cold and wouldn’t talk to anyone but he warmed up to you and Steve and let you into his bubble.

Lunch went well and you continued on your search. You looked at a wide range of apartments until it was nearly nine and you had arrived at the last apartment. It was close to one of your favorite restaurants, which Bucky knew.

You walked up the flight of stairs and into the apartment. It had exposed brick on one side of the wall and a fire escape right out the window. It felt like Bucky’s style and something that would suit him. He surveyed the living room, kitchen, and bedroom before he returned.

“I think it suits you. It seems like something you would like,” you said.

“I agree,” Steve said.

Bucky stopped in the middle of the living room, contemplating it for a second. “I like it too.”

“Great! Do you want me to call the owner and tell her you want to make an offer?” you asked.

“Yeah, thanks doll.”

You did just that and luckily the owner was in the building at that moment. You three went down to talk to her and submit Bucky’s application before you stepped out into the cool night air.

Steve’s house was in the opposite direction of your apartment and the Avengers tower so he told you two good night and went on his way, leaving you two alone.

You two started walking towards your apartment. Bucky didn’t know where exactly it was but he wasn’t going to let you walk home alone at night.

“I’m glad you found one.”

“Me too. It’s not that far from your place is it?”

“No, just a few streets away.” You two were walking so close together your shoulders were bumping.

“I might have to come visit you sometime then, huh?”

You glanced over at Bucky who was gazing at you as he walked. He had a gentle expression on his face, no worries or cares creasing his face when he was with you. “Yeah you might.”

You kicked at some pebbles as you both got closer and closer to your apartment. As you arrived in front of it you stopped, causing Bucky to halt as well.

“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow Buck.” You rocked back and forth on your heels as Bucky smiled down at you. He was waging war within himself to keep from reaching out and kissing you. He too felt how unfair life was.

“See ya tomorrow doll.” He waved goodbye as you walked up the stairs. He waited on the sidewalk until you were safely inside. You had a giddy feeling inside you. Spending the day with Bucky was like a breath of fresh air. Your home away from home in a way. You walked into your apartment and locked the door behind you with a small grin on your face.

It was quickly wiped away when you heard Chad’s voice behind you. “Who was that? Your lover?”

You turned around slowly and answered him in a calm voice, “No, he's my friend.”

“What did you say? Speak up when you talk to me!” His voice was steadily getting louder and you were close to trembling.

“He’s my friend!” you shouted. Your fists were clenched at your sides.

“You want to yell at me? You want to yell at me bitch? Who do you think you are? Without me you’re nothing! You belong to me!” He moved closer and closer to you until he was inches away. He pushed your shoulder with each sentence he spoke, each push getting progressively harder.

“You can tell your little boyfriend that! You’re mine! Isn’t that right?” He grabbed your chin with his hand and made you look into his eyes. His breath reeked of beer. “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded meekly, fighting back the tears. He was scowling at you with pure hatred in his eyes. What did you ever do to him? What made him think you deserved this treatment?

He let go of your face and pushed you one last time, making you hit the coffee table and then the floor. Your whole body was shaking and your left arm was aching where it hit the table. You went to sleep the same way as every night, silent and scared.

You woke up even earlier than the previous day and walked to the bathroom. Your eyes were red and puffy from last night's crying. You raised your left sleeve to see a new bruise on the side of your arm just above your wrist. You pressed a finger against it and winced. You got ready for work again and headed out.

There wasn’t much going on at the tower today. You saw Bucky an hour after you arrived. He thanked you for helping him before he told you that he was approved for the apartment. You shared your congratulations and went on with your work. Your mind went back to last night and how Chad’s excuse for hitting you was Bucky. He would use anything that he could find to use against you, even your friends.

You couldn’t help but think it was your fault. You were pretty close to Bucky last night. If it weren’t for Chad lingering in your mind you would have kissed him. You quit daydreaming about Bucky and started working again. A few hours later you were wondering whether or not to go out and eat lunch.

Steve approached your desk. “Do you want to go have lunch with me?”

“Yeah! I was actually just debating whether or not I was going to go out but I don’t have a reason not to now.”

You and Steve went out to lunch and chatted about whatever came to mind in the moment. When you were finished eating you left to go to the bathroom. When you were washing your hands your sleeves got wet so you rolled them up a few inches. You dried off your hands and returned to Steve.

“The waitress came by and gave me the bill. I went ahead and paid.”

“Thanks. I owe you.” You reached to grab your to-go cup off the table.

“What happened?” Steve was looking at you with concern.

You felt your blood run cold. You glanced at your arm. Your sleeve raised even more and your bruise was peeking out.

“Nothing. I tripped and hit my arm.” You tried to keep your voice steady but you were starting to shake. Steve’s concern didn’t go away. He could tell you were lying.

“Y/N what really happened? Did someone do this to you?”

“I- no that’s not it. I- I fell.” Your lip was quivering. You were on the verge of tears. Steve looked around before getting up and motioning for you to follow him. You walked out of the diner and onto the street before turning on a less crowded street where there was a small park. Steve sat down on a bench and you sat beside him. You were fiddling with your thumbs, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want anyone to know what was happening to you but now Steve knew.

“Y/N, please. You’re hurt. Tell me who did this to you. Is it your boyfriend?”

Your chest tightened and you gulped down the saliva that was filling your mouth. A tear escaped your eye and rolled down your cheek as you nodded. You put your head in your hands in an effort to hide your face. Steve put a hand on your shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“It’s embarrassing. I’m a grown woman and I can’t even- I’m afraid.”

“How long has it been going on?”

“Years.”

Steve was in silence. He couldn’t believe he didn’t realize sooner.

“Does anyone know? Does Bucky know?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t know what to do.” You wiped your tears and sniffled. Your breath was as shaky as your hands.

“We’ll figure it out. Can you go home tonight? Will you be okay for one more night?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Just answer me. Will you be okay for one more night?”

“I’ve been okay for all these years. What’s one more night?”

“Okay… be careful.”

You cleaned yourself up and went back to work for the rest of the day. When you got home Chad was black out drunk on the couch. That meant he wasn’t going to wake up for a while and you would be left alone. You went to bed alone, imagining all the things that could possibly happen tomorrow. Steve didn’t tell you what he was going to do but you were scared. There were many ways that it could end badly.

You headed into work the next morning the same as everyday. You were greeted at the door by Bucky. As soon as he saw you through the windows he ran to meet you. Before you knew what was happening you were in his arms. His human hand was shaking as it stroked your hair.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I should have noticed. I should have known.” He pulled away. “We’re going to get you out of this. You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re okay. I promise I won’t let something happen to you ever again. I promise. I promise…” He was so worried he was trembling. When Steve told him about your bruise and your boyfriend he was furious. He spent his whole night worrying about you, hoping that you were okay.

You pulled him back into the hug. “Buck it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known. I made sure no one knew.”

“Y/N I love you! I love you and I didn’t even realize! It was happening right under my nose! I see you every day. I talk to you every day. Have been for almost a year and I didn’t even know!” He took a moment to collect himself. “Y/N if you let me I’ll protect you until the day I die. No one, no one will ever hurt you again.”

His proclamation had driven you to tears. He loves you. He wants to protect you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Your crying worried him even more.

“Nothings wrong, it's just… you love me.” You wiped your tears and smiled at him.

“Of course I do! And I promise I’m going to get you away from him. You’ll never have to worry about him again.”

You couldn’t form words so you just laid your head against his chest. He embraced you back, arms wrapped around you like he was never going to let go. He loved you with his whole heart and never again would he allow you to be hurt. He would die for you.

Upon seeing you and Bucky, Steve rushed over. “What’s wrong?”

With a quivering voice you answered, “Nothing. ‘M just relieved.”

“Whew okay. We’re going to get you out of there. I told Tony we had stuff to do today so he’s excusing you from work. Now is your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… um the scumbag… home?”

You made an amused noise at the name. Scumbag. “He usually leaves right after he wakes up and goes to the bar or one of his girlfriends’ houses.” When you said that last part Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Girlfriends? As in multiple? What a dick.”

You and Bucky both turned to stare at the straight laced Captain. He waved you off and continued to talk. “When he leaves we’re going in and taking everything that’s yours and leaving, okay? You can stay with me or with Bucky until you can get your stuff figured out. I know it’s not ideal but it’s better than letting you stay there.”

“It’s alright honestly. Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t think I would have done it on my own.”

You waited until around lunch before going to raid your own apartment. You gathered all your belongings and put them in a cab before heading to Bucky’s new home. When you got there Steve left and went back to the tower, leaving you and Bucky to get situated.

You headed into Bucky’s sparse apartment and set your boxes on the floor. He helped you unpack your clothes and personal items, which was all you owned, before you both plopped onto his couch. It was like the calm after the storm. Everything was, hopefully, sorted out. When Chad gets home he’ll find your letter that says you’re leaving his sorry ass and to not even try to look for you. You’ve already blocked his number and all his social media accounts so there aren’t any ways for him to contact you.

You turned your head to look at your new roommate, “Bucky, was what you said earlier true?”

Now that you weren’t in the heat of the moment and you really wanted to know he felt shy. “I- Yes. Yes, it is doll. I meant it. I love you. I don’t want to rush you into anything though, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same or if it’s too soon.”

“Buck I love you too.”

He let out a breath, “Really?”

“Really. I just didn’t tell you because I was scared.”

He reached over and held your hand. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

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loving-all-for-loki · 4 years ago

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You Belong Pt. 2

Loki x reader

Word count: 2098

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex (YOU KNOW BETTER)

A/N: I don’t know how many of you actually wanted a sequel, but one person did so I’m making it. I think some of you are realizing what kind of an author I am. I’ll pretty much do anything. This is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me 🥺 Go read part 1 if you haven’t already!

It’s been two days since you went on a date with Loki. He took you out to a nice dinner then a walk before taking you back to your apartment. It was a really nice night and had Loki come in with you, you think it would be even better, but alas he didn’t. He was a gentleman and left as soon as you got in. Sitting at your desk like usual, Loki walks in with a cup of coffee and sets it down by you with a smile.

“Good morning, darling.”

“Hi, Loki.”

Your coworkers gather in a corner and start whispering about you again, knowing they probably heard about your date with the god.

“I really enjoyed our date the other day and was wondering if you wanted to do it again sometime?”

“Yeah,, I uh… I would love that.”

Loki’s smile is so wide, it goes all across his face.

“Wonderful. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to apologize again about Rogers.”

“Loki, it isn’t your fault. He was right in a way-”

“No, remember what we talked about? You belong.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m just a receptionist.”

Loki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“You’re impossible. I have to go, but I’ll stop by later.”

He makes his way towards the elevator and to the Avenger’s floors. The whole team is sitting around the living are and laughing, having a good time. Loki walks up to them and grabs Steve by the collar and drags him down the hall. The team gets up to him but Loki quickly disappears.

“We need to talk about Y/N.” Loki says, throwing Steve on the floor of the training room.

“What about it? I already said what-”

“Exactly, you have said what you needed to and it’s stupid. If you ever yell or make her cry every again, I swear to the nine realms, I will end you.”

Steve stands there stunned as Loki disappears again, right in front of you. He scares you so bad that you fall out of your seat on the floor in which he helps you to get up from.

“Loki, what the-”

“So sorry, darling,” he laughs, “I talked to Steve and he won’t give you trouble, now for that second date.”

“It’s been five minutes how did you-”

“Doesn’t matter. Tonight at six? I’ll pick you up from your place this time?”

“I- uh yeah, I mean I guess.”

“Perfect.”

And once again, time passes so quick you don’t even notice until the knocking on the door wakes you up. You check the clock and notice the time, realizing it’s Loki, and cursing yourself under your breath. Loki knocks on your door again and the sound starts to give you anxiety. You gather yourself and answer the door to see Loki in a full black suit and slicked hair. He hides a boquet of flowers behind himself as he takes you in… dressed in sweats. “I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.”

Loki laughs and steps inside the apartment.

“It’s okay, darling. We can stay in if you want.”

“Are you sure because based on your appearance, it looks like you had something planned.”

“Darling, any time spent with you makes me happy. Do not fret. I did get these for you on the way here.”

He hands you the bouquet of white lilies.

“I love them, thank you.”

“They reminded me of you. Cute, small, pretty.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you’re aware that he can probably see your blush.

“What do you want to eat? I can cook something.”

“No please don’t. Let me order something at least, to make up for the dinner.” He gives you a kind smile before the two of you relax on the couch together and order food. You settle on watching some movies together as you down a whole lot of Chinese food.

“This is amazing,” Loki chuckles, “This is still from Midgard?”

“Yes, it is,” you laugh, “It’s from China, it’s a different country.”

“Like New York?”

“No, no. New York is a state inside of America, which is a country.”

“I understand. Well, they make great food.”

“You and a million midgardians agree.”

He smiles and sets his food down, putting his arm around your waist on the couch. You snuggle into him, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. It’s hard to focus on the movie when Loki is so close to you and smells so good. You can feel your hands getting sweaty and your body getting hot. Loki’s eyes don’t even leave the T.V, oblivious to how he’s affecting you.

“Are you okay?” He looks down at you to see you squirming a little, trying to get more comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say out of breath.

He gives you a side eye with furrowed eyebrows, not believing you, but returning his attention to the TV. You can feel your heart racing and pounding inside of you, not allowing you to relax. Loki’s fingers play with the hem of your sweatpants which doesn’t help the butterflied in your stomach. You didn’t feel like this last night when you had dinner, thinking that the table being between you two helped with keeping the feeling at bay. With him this close to you now, you can’t calm down.

“Seriously, darling. You look flushed.”

Loki has adjusted himself to look at you a little better. There’s concern on his face.

“I’m just a bit warm.”

“Oh? We can turn the AC up for you.”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

You’re too nervous to say anything about your butterflies. Loki keeps staring at you which makes you even more uncomfortable. As you turn to look at him again, you see a small smirk on his face.

“Yes?” You ask.

“I don’t know why, but seeing you this flustered is cute.”

Loki lifts your chin and locks lips with you. His lips are so soft and tender as he kisses you. You’re stunned at first but you slowly lean into the kiss, setting your hand on his chest as he places his on your jaw, holding your head close to him. It must be five minutes before you stop, taking a moment to take a breath. You two look in each other's eyes before Loki grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap.

His hands wander as you begin to make out again. You run your hands through his hair and he holds you tight, moving your waist to rub against his crotch. His grip on your ass sends shivers down your spine, making you squirm on Loki more. Loki pulls back to moan before picking you up.

Loki lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, still kissing you deeply. He keeps one hand by your head as his other wanders your body. Your body leans into his hand as he squeezes your breast. His touch is magnetic, you don’t want it to leave you. Then he wanders lower, his touch barely laying on your clit. You whine, wanting him to touch you but he looks at you with a devilish smirk.

“Use your words, baby girl. What do you want?”

“T-touch me, Loki.”

“Good enough for now, but so you know, it’s my King now.”

“Yes, my King.”

Loki rubs your clit through your pants and watches as your face curls. He looks at you in pride, loving the way he can make you melt. Kissing the side of your neck, he leaves hickeys all the way down before putting his hand down your pants, covering your bare folds. You whimper, making Loki chuckle.

“My sweet girl. So needy. Loki starts to take off his suit, removing his hand from you and making you whine. You try to take off your shirt as he does but have trouble, so Loki assists you. He admires your body as he removes the piece of fabric, his mouth watering every second.

“Such a beautiful creature.”

Loki latches his mouth on your nipple, lightly biting and sucking as he works on your pants. You let out a moan as he bites you, the feeling being unremarkable. Then a sudden tingle sparks on your mound. It’s warm and soft on you, massaging your clit slowly. You look at Loki to see him smirking, realizing it’s his magic.

He lets go off your breast and yanks your sweatpants down to your ankles, leaving his head shadowing over your folds. He licks a stripe over you, making you drop your head back in pleasure, moaning as he keeps going. You grab his raven locks as he clings onto your clit sucking and nibbling. He smiles against you at the sound of you moaning his name over and over again.

Loki adds a finger into you without stopping his magic. You get overwhelmed and start sweating from the pressure building inside of you. He goes faster without giving you any kind of break, urging you into an orgasm. The feeling in your stomach tightens until you hit your limit, letting go and cuming on his mouth.

“Such a dirty girl,” he coos, moving back over you, “You act all shy, but really you’re just a little whore.”

“Im.. your whore, my King.”

“Mhmm, I like the sound of that.”

Loki dips his head to kiss you again, nipping on your bottom lip, as he takes off his pants. You admire his body as he leans up. He’s so nicely toned, his abs on full display. The veins in his arms are popping out as he grips your hips, pulling you into him more. Your eyes wander down to his hands taking his large cock out of his underwear. His large member springs out, impressing you with the size. Loki chuckles at your face filled with worry.

“Don’t worry, darling. It won’t hurt.”

He leans down to kiss you again, holding your body to his as he guides his member into you. Going slowly, you feel yourself stretch around him as he moves. You gasp at the pressure filling you deeply. You sink your nails into his bare back, encouraging him to go faster.

Loki speeds up with thrusting into you. Every inch of him is heaven. Even the way he breathes and grunts into your ear sounds like angels singing. He whispers dirty comments are he thrusts hard, building more pressure inside of you.

“Come on, my dirty girl. You take my cock so well.”

You feel yourself get more wet with each word, dripping as he slides in and out of you. The coil in your stomach begins to be too much.

“You’re so close, baby. I want you to cum all over my godly cock.”

His words send you over the edge as you let go around him. You scratch down his back, leaving marks and small trails down his skin. He groans at the feeling, going faster. There’s no relief as you let go because you feel the tightness in your stomach return immediately. Loki doesn’t slow down but in fact flips you over and grabs your wrists, pining them together.

He slides in to you and pulls your wrists back. Loki pounds into you relentlessly, one hand holding you together and one pulling your waist back every time he slams back into you. You scream at the pressure and pain as he thrusts mercilessly and slaps your ass. Loki smiles at the sound and feels you losing your control over him, loving every sound out of your mouth.

“One more, little girl. Give me one more.”

You feel Loki’s thrusts becoming more sloppy, signaling his closeness. He becomes ruthless, exchanging his speed for roughness, going hard and slow. He reaches around your waist and rubs your clit, forcing you to drop on your stomach, your head smashed into the couch cushions. It becomes unbearable as you cum around him for the third time, your body covered in sweat and you out of breath. At the feeling of you clenching around him, Loki lets go and cums inside you, thrusting one last hard time. His grip on your waist leaves bruises.

Pulling out, Loki leans back to catch his breath, admiring you lying in a mess on the couch in front of him. You’re panting heavily with your eyes clenched shut. He smiles at his work. You turn around onto your back, looking up at the flushed god. He leans down to kiss you gently, smiling against your lips.

“I’m glad you slept in,” he chuckles.

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