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yourstru1y4ever · 1 month ago

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Day 12 - "You remembered?"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Word Count: 599 Content: Fluff! Reader is allergic to milk (sorry fam) Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!

A/N: And here’s day 12! It’s a little bit short but that’s because of how much I wrote for day 11 so forgive me about the length. Also this is totally self indulgent because I have a lot of severe food allergies (more than 5) and I just figured Matt would be like one of those dogs who can smell an allergen on a food. I wrote this very quickly and it's not beta read so I apologize for any mistakes!

It’s a busy night in Josie’s bar, it was lucky that you, Matt, Foggy and Karen were able to get a booth with how crowded it is. There was barely any standing room and you could tell the noise was starting to get to Matt.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Foggy stands up and starts to squeeze his way towards the bar.

“Our usuals please Fog!” Karen calls out, “It’s been one hell of a week.”

“You’re telling me.�� Matt responds and you smile, “At least it’s the weekend now, we can relax just a little bit.” You lean against Matt and he chuckles.

“Just for a bit.” He wraps his arm around your torso and brings you closer to him to kiss you on your check.

“Ew,” Karen teases, “Get your PDA outta here.” She points towards the exit and you both laugh.

A few minutes later Foggy comes back with a tray of drinks for you all, he and Matt have the cheapest beers known to man, a rum and coke for Karen and an espresso martini for you.

You’ve been trying your best to stay up longer at night for Matt when he goes out on his patrols, so far you’ve only been awake the one night he came back, most other nights you’re barely half awake or just asleep on the couch.

As Foggy hands you your drink, you notice Matt looking confused, “What’s wrong?”

“Your drink smells different,”

“Maybe Josie used decaf or something.” You joke, bringing the drink up to your lips.

“Wait!” Matt quickly takes the glass out of your hands, bringing the drink close up to his nose, “You can’t have this.”

“Aw what? Matt, come on!” Karen says.

You give Matt a questioning look before he takes a sip of your drink, “Yeah there’s milk in this.”

“What?” Foggy spits out his drink and looks over at you, “Did you drink it?”

“No I didn’t I- wait you remembered?”

“Your milk allergy? Of course sweetheart, why wouldn’t I?” He looks at you with concern.

Karen gasps, “Was it because of a shitty ex or something? Spill.”

“No it’s just-” You look down at your hands, “People usually forget about my allergy and I don’t blame them. It can be hard to remember sometimes.”

“It’s not hard to remember,” Matt tells you, “It’s worth remembering to keep you safe.” He takes your hand in his and gives it a small squeeze. You smile at him and nod your head in thanks.

“Hey, I’ll get you a new drink. Want anything in particular, aside from an espresso martini?” Karen asks as she gets out of the booth.

“Let’s see how Josie does on a margarita,” You say to Karen and she laughs walking up to the bar.

Foggy gestures over towards Matt, “Just be sure to have your little allergen checker make sure it’s safe for you alright?”

Matt grins, “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

Karen soon comes back with your favorite flavor of margarita and before she hands it to you she gives it to Matt.

After a moment he sets the drink down, lips forming a thin line.

“Well?”

“. . .It’s safe,” “Matthew!!” Foggy cries out, “How dare you put us on edge like that?!”

Matt grins, “It was a funny,”

Foggy crosses his arms and glares at Matt, “. . . yeah it was a little funny.”

You grab your margarita and start drinking along with everyone else, thankful to have a group of loved ones who care about your food allergies and are careful of what they have around you.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock fluff #tuna tober 2024 #daredevil x reader #karen page #foggy nelson #this is so self indulgent #please forgive me

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orbitariums · 6 months ago

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rum punch | patrick zweig x black fem reader

writing this because patrick is definitely the type to text you like “if you wanna pull up just to get fucked here’s the addy”

obsessed with this song right now (rump punch by cash cobain) and listened to it over and over while writing this. i recommend listening to compliment your reading experience ��🏾 it’s sooo challengers especially patrick zweig coded. let’s review: “top five nasty, you ain’t even gotta ask me” and “soon as you leave i miss u too, like damn”; “don’t be asking questions like a interview cuz you really know what we finna do”... “i just made her cum twice you ain’t make her cum once”?!!>!##? that’s patrick DOWN. sorry it must be said…

so a little drabble-ish thing is ahead! contains: cheating (ooops), degradation, smut

it started when you started dating your current boyfriend, or at least that’s what you would tell yourselves to make you feel better about the whole ordeal — not that patrick cared much to begin with. but anybody who knew you and patrick knew that this had been going on for far longer than either of you would care to admit, or that either of you had enough introspective ability to even realize. every single playful shove, every time you squeezed his hand to deflect from parting at the end of a hangout, the way he’d stack his legs on top of yours while you were studying even though he knew you “hated” it, his thumb circling your hand, your head on his shoulder during a late night movie sesh with art and tashi, eyes fluttering closed until you found sleepy heaven in the perfect crevice of his neck. nearly every time you saw each other, which was frequent, you were touching without touching. art, who wasn’t one to make crass comments often, would always tell patrick: “it wouldn’t even make a difference, you should just go ahead and fuck each other. the shit you two do is more than just sex.”

it was 11:16 pm when you called him. your boyfriend had sped off in the middle of the night in a fit of anger after an intense argument about the same thing for the hundredth time. you were so tired. you’d been so close to texting or calling him before, but you refrained — you didn’t want things between the two of you to get messy when nothing in your life was going right in the first place. but now that you were nearly slumped against the wall with tears hot against your face, so tired beyond comprehension, you could blame it on the delirium brought on by exhaustion. you told yourself you just needed the comfort of your close friend, who always made you laugh.

��patrick, can i come over?” you’d asked, your voice trembling, your face buried in your sweater sleeve.

patrick had never heard you sound so upset — he’d never even seen you cry. when you were around him, you were always so jovial and giggly. so when he heard your voice on the phone, so late at night, sounding so fragile and fractured, his eyebrows immediately knit together with concern, and he sat up on his couch.

“yn, are you okay? is everything alright, you sound—”

“i’m fine,” you sniffled, breath catching on your voice multiple times. “just-just need a friend. please, can i come over?”

you couldn’t see it, but his features softened, and some wedge in his heart seemed to shift over,

“yeah. yeah, of course you can.”

he was so confused, but just glad to know that you were at least okay, taking pride in the fact that he was who you wanted to be around, whatever was going on. he made some rushed efforts to tidy up his bachelor apartment, sweeping crumbs under the rug, tucking in pillows on the couch, throwing yesterday’s takeout into the overflowing trashcan, and swiping the trash off his coffee table.

he couldn’t believe how shrunken you looked when you appeared in front of his door that night, clad in an oversized stanford hoodie and sweatpants, slippers, tears still welling up in your eyes. this couldn’t be the same yn pushing him off of her with excessive force and maniacally cackling at his stupid jokes.

“wh-”

before he could get a word out, you threw your arms around your waist, plopping your head down on his chest. he stilled for a moment out of shock, then relaxed into your touch, embracing you with his arms around your shoulders and down your back, holding you because he knew that’s what you needed right now.

and then you were pulling away, sniffling and wiping away your tears, finally feeling some ounce of comfort now that you were with him. you knew, you knew, this was what you needed, as much as you had resisted this very thing.

“it’s chris,” you said, moving past him and inside his apartment, groaning as you plunked down onto the couch.

now, looking out the open door at the hallway ahead of him, patrick was nodding to himself silently, like he had come to some realization. he sat beside you, and you turned to him with a pout. and it was then that patrick knew he was not a good man for thinking about how pretty you looked with tears streaking your face and your lips pressed together in a girlish pout.

“he’s like… intimidated by me or something. every single thing i tell him about my day, about work, about my friends, my wins… he’s always finding some thing to harp on like i’m some villain stopping him from achieving his finance bro dreams. he hates that i’m living my life because he isn’t living his yet. so every thing i earn, he just picks it apart and tears it down, questions my motives for everything.”

“he’s a dick, alright?” patrick said, in that ever so frank tone that you honestly missed, and wished you could hear during these arguments with your boyfriend. “yn, i’d never… we wouldn’t treat you like that, me and art and tashi. we’re your real friends, we celebrate you. that’s how a relationship’s supposed to go. he’s a stupid fuck.”

you grinned a bit at his correction, the corner of your lips turning up.

“i know you wouldn’t.”

“can i ask you something though, yn?”

“mhm?” you looked up at him with such innocent doe eyes that he didn’t want to call bullshit, but he was calling bullshit.

“why… why’d you come over here? why not to tashi or your mom’s or… anyone else? why me?”

you sighed deeply, shaking your head,

“because, patrick, i… i just… want you right now.”

his face impossibly close to yours, intruding your senses and all your walls before you even realized they were up.

“how do you want me?” he asked, his voice the softest it had ever been, his breath tickling your cheek.

you were hoping you wouldn’t have to finish your sentence, and patrick knew it — his hands gripped the sides of your face with a stronghold, and then your lips were crashing against each other like a wave coming to the tide, foaming and sputtering and wetting the cracked sand at the shore. and it didn’t take long before you were climbing on top of him and straddling him, your clothes falling off one by one. his rough hand clutching your breast and squeezing, another in your panties navigating your clit like a fucking expert, making your back arch against the air. then your legs by your head as patrick drove himself into you, tender and slow and making you see stars instead of his face and the ceiling. fucking every tear out of you, turning your sobs of pain into sobs of pleasure. your moans were like a choir to him, licking flames against his earlobes each time you whimpered his name, leaving little half-circle imprints in his back with his nails. sweat dripping down his forehead as he clutched his eyes shut and tried not to come too fast, tried not to let the way you wrapped around him like a fucking snake— pussy squeezing his cock, legs trapping him inside you, hands roaming his back like new found land — make him lose focus.

“fuck, your fucking moans. d’you have any idea how much i’ve thought about this? f- fuck, if you come to me crying again, i’m not gonna go so easy on you.”

if he had an ounce of self-respect, he’d have stopped you after the first time (he didn’t have the discipline to deny you completely), but something about him stirred at the unpredictable predictability of it all. he knew that at least once a week, you’d come crying to him over something your asshole boyfriend did to you, it was just a matter of what day of the week.

he liked when you came over on friday nights most, because more often than not you’d stay the night, sometimes the weekend, making the excuse to your boyfriend that you were sleeping over at a girlfriend or your mother’s house. but really you were just spending the whole weekend getting fucked by your recovery boyfriend patrick, who would scrape up the little money he had to order food from your favorite thai restaurant every night and watch what were, in his opinion, the most insipid movies he’d ever seen — because he knew that less than halfway through you’d be split open on his cock, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulder as princess diaries became a distant echo in the background. his hand on the small of your back, his vision glazing over as he stares ahead at the tv, too enraptured by the sweet whimpers you make while you’re (attempting to) ride him, the sounds of your slick pussy swallowing him whole in slow intervals, panting and gasping as he speared you open because he was: “so big, patrick you’re so big.”

he’ll snap out of it then, find his hands wrapped around your waist and his lips buried in the crook of your neck,

“it’s okay, baby. you can take me.”

“i’m trying,” you wailed, the frustration so clear in your voice that it almost made him laugh.

instead, he wrapped his hands around your waist firmly, leading you down onto his cock himself.

“fuck!” you shouted out, practically collapsing forward onto him. “patrick, please—”

“if you can come to me crying just to get dick, you can take it.”

you gasped at the directness of his words, punching yourself for how much it turned you on. and he knew it too, by the way your pussy throbbed around his dick. you couldn’t see his face, but you could practically hear the shit-eating smirk in his voice as he grabbed your asscheek,

“yeah, your pussy loves it though. and you love being my little slut behind closed doors when your boyfriend isn’t acting right.”

you couldn’t control the moan that tumbled out of your lips when he said that, and definitely not the screech you let out when he started to thrust up, jackhammering into you so his cock reached the hilt.

“that what you wanted?”

“yes, yes!” you wailed, nodding desperately, positively wrecked as your head practically hung over his shoulder, enveloped in a world of pleasure.

“yeah… i know…”

and sometimes he won't be so nice. he'll be damn near using your pussy like a fleshlight, his body practically covering yours as he fucks you like an animal, hard and fast and rough, your pussy squelching around his cock each time he rams it into you. he'll use you like he's the one that needs comforting, like your pussy is the only safe haven he knows. and it's only fair, the way you hide out in his house and act like his dick is your life source. he fucks you like he's an athlete and this is his sport, tennis be damned. he'll degrade you anyway he knows how — because he knows you love it, knows it makes you finish two times as fast.

"he doesn't fuck you like this."

"you're such a fucking slut. come over here crying acting like you don't pull up just to get fucked." he'll laugh as he says this, and you want to smack his chest in indignation, but you can't manage anything but moans.

“you’re such a good girl. letting me use this pussy when i want.”

"there you go, squeeze my cock like it's yours."

"pussy's so greedy, getting fucked by the both of us. still so fucking tight."

"your boyfriend's probably wondering where you are." this has made you come twice now.

"whose pussy is it?" (and even though you have a man, you tell him it's his every time. sometimes he doesn't even need to ask, sometimes he fucks you so good that you just scream out: "it's your pussy — it's your pussy, daddy", and he'll chuckle and say: "i know.").

and you let him say these things and more, because he fucks you like no one ever has, like he knows something you told him in complete and total secrecy. like it's something so complex — but all it ever takes is one touch.

your friends have noticed something is different between you two, but it's honestly not a big jump from before — only this time, you guys sealed the deal and were actually fucking now. of course, patrick can't keep his mouth closed for long and ends up bragging to art, and you tell tashi because she's one of the girls, and now there's this unspoken understand between all of you. but no one feels the need to intervene, because honestly... it makes sense.

and you’ll have a conversation with him every other time, telling him “we have to stop doing this.” and one day he replies,

“yn. not to be a dick or anything, but you’re the one who calls me. you act like you're coming over for comfort, but we both know it's my dick doing all the comforting."

and you know it’s true, you know patrick is right even if he is an asshole. but you won’t let that stop you from texting him: thai food and a movie? everytime your boyfriend fucks up. and patrick won't stop you either.

#might continue this in bits and pieces #comfortfriend! patrick who stands in when your man isn't acting right #might need a better name for that #but not best friend patrick cuz that's a whole different vibe #we haven't even entered that universe #x reader #x black reader #challengers #challengers smut #challengers fic #patrick zweig x black reader #patrick zweig #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig imagine

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sevenop · 4 months ago

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Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: O Captain! My Captain!

A/n: A slightly alcoholic cultural revelry in the warmth atmosphere of the O'Connell's family ends in a totally uncultured way. Billie relaxes and gets drunk, pestering you almost at the table. Finn looks too excited when he hears the notification sound on his phone and looks at Claudia. Later you find out that these talented duo have made a crazy bet.

"As far as I know," Patrick sips the drink with a funny sound and the amber column in his glass drops slightly after a sip, and the cinnamon wand sticks into his gray mustache like a straw, - "this drink came to be called 'rum on three waters,' or 'grog,' after Captain Old Grog, a nickname given to Vernon for his habit of strolling about the deck in bad weather in an old waterproof cape. "

"I didn't know you were so into alcohol, Mr. O'Connell." - you grin good-naturedly and twirl the cinnamon stick like a spoon, creating a small alcoholic tornado in the cup: the swirls of fruity berry tea mixed with golden rum are mesmerizing, making you stare for a few seconds before returning your gaze. A warm smile plays across Patrick's face as he looks at you, blue eyes sparkling with gratitude for your interest.

"Please, just Patrick." - the man gently corrects you and you nod in agreement. Eh, it's all the fault of your boundless reverence.

"And not so much the alcohol as its history, my dear," Maggie returned from the kitchen with a careful, soft step and stood next to Patrick, who immediately put his arm around her waist. It certainly adds to the comfort. As does the presence of a beautiful woman like Maggie in general. - "There's that traditional Irish trait about him. Will you help me, darling?"

Patrick nods in agreement, assuring you of his imminent continuation of the story, and the parents retire back to the kitchen to tackle the long-awaited tofu turkey, another of Maggie's proud culinary masterpieces. It looks like it's about five minutes away from being fully cooked, at most.

You hear a new chirp notification opposite and without hesitation turn your gaze to Finn, continuing to observe: the red-haired man grabs the phone from the table abruptly, and after recognizing the contents of the screen becomes even more flighty, staring at Claudia with a mute question. You literally see humped question marks appear above his head, almost getting tangled in slightly overgrown copper hair, to which the girl responds with an innocent smile.

"Guys, is something wrong?" - you put your cup to the lips to take a generous sip, but you nearly choke on it, coughing as you feel a sudden tight grip on your right thigh.

A sharp turn of the head and you meet head-on with the source of your mild asphyxia: cloudy drunken lights flash in Billie's blue eyes, accentuated by her cheeky grin.

"Careful, my girl." - Billie gives you a gentle pat on the back, and then shifts her gaze to Finn as if nothing had happened while her hand slowly slides down already on the inside of your thigh, keeping some decent-to-non-decent distance. - "Yes, brother, you look very... excited."

Finneas buries his face in a glass, almost with his nose, and all the secrets of the universe are concentrated in the amber surface of the grog. He doesn't even look at Claudia now, but for some reason it seems to you that the blush on the guy's cheeks and ears has become clearer. Perhaps alcohol is to blame for everything. A new notification bell and an attack of your asphyxia is already transferred to him, and the role of the rescuer is Claudia.

"I'm fine," he awkwardly picks up a few drops of diluted rum with his palm from his short red beard. Several images of the pirate aesthetic immediately run before your eyes. - "Just... can't let go of thoughts of the turmoil of the day."

"Relax, it's just a regular night out with your loved ones, right?" - Billie's heated voice is pleasantly husky, and you twitch slightly, catching the sudden goosebumps of arousal. And it's not just her voice that's to blame, it's also her cheeky palm, which has slid deftly from your thigh to the zipper of your jean shorts, playfully yanking the lock tongue down just a couple of links. Fuck! What's going on today...?

By God's miracle, you restrain your emotions of shock and embarrassment, which strive to play out with the whole palette on your face, and quickly intercept her hand, closing your fingers with a bracelet around her wrist. In your mind, you offered up over a dozen prayers to God so that no one would see this movement.

"Billie's right, love, you really should relax," Claudia gently pats her lover on the shoulder with the same perfectly simple-minded smile. But when she and Eilish glance over, you could swear you see some fleetingly conspiratorial, sly spark in her green whirlpools. Eilish herself echoes it. Both of their smiles turn predatory as Fin's phone beeps unobtrusively again, and the guy covers his face with his palms in anguish. You've obviously missed something.

"I'll tell you a little later," noticing your misunderstanding, Eilish smoothly moves closer to you, scorching your ear with an ingratiating whisper. - "In the meantime, I have something for you as well."

She slips out of your grasp in one imperceptible movement and intercepts your hand to place it on the fly of her incredibly voluminous shorts. You feel the hard bulge through the soft fabric and it seems to you in a moment that the chair beneath you will shockingly split on the floor, spreading all four legs in different directions, in pairs parallel to each other. Because you have mentally fainted about three times already.

"Pirate, what the hell is that?!" - you seem to whisper a little too loudly, but Billie even likes it. She only winks playfully and bites her lower lip a little too hotly, hiding it behind her cup when you hear the sound of footsteps from the kitchen.

You try to pull your hand away, but Billie only moves a little closer to you, squeaking the leg of her chair lightly, and springs your hand back. And you don't know what's stronger: your embarrassment at the possibility of total embarrassment in front of her parents, your growing arousal, or your trust in the reckless younger O'Connell. Fuck.

"Here we are!" - Patrick solemnly brings in a tray of flaming vegan turkey to set it on the table.

"I hope you enjoy it," Maggie steps a little behind him, smiling with a note of maternal awe.

"What's so stupid, Mom?" - Eilish drains the rest of her cup and then plops her chin on the palm of her arm bent at the elbow. - "You know you and bad cooking are categorically incompatible."

She sends a warm smile to her mother, then transfers the murky pre-storm seas to you afterward. "Trust me." And you, frothing with excitement, trust. Eilish is your favorite and authoritative captain, guiding your ship through this palpable absurdity of a situation.

Fin's phone pings again.

×××

"That was too good, can I get the recipe?" - Claudia gently pushes her plate away, passing a paper napkin over her lips. You nod in agreement at her remark as well.

"Of course, girls!" - Maggie shone, the word of the August sun: blindingly bright, yet so warming. - "I'll be sure to describe everything to you in the morning, but now it's time for us all to rest."

And you exhale in awe, even though Eilish's hand under the table outlines your knee a little too flirtatiously. What's a kneecap! In these past thirty minutes, Eilish has replaced the biblical Tempter Serpent himself, getting you as hot as she can and can't. She's done everything from playful touching of your leg to overly explicit, lingering strokes of your thigh. She even managed to walk on the very blade: still unzip your fly and slip her fingers inside for a few moments, touching the very epicenter of your heat and tension through the thin fabric of your underwear. You nearly fly up in your chair, held up only by multi-ton shackles of awkwardness and adrenaline. God... Eilish is gorging himself on his third and final cup of grog, chugging from a teaspoon with the most satisfied smile on his lips, and you don't find the moment better. You press sharply on her bulge at the fly of her shorts and she nearly chokes, biting down on the spoon. The blue drunken seas churn with stormy foam, but how sweet is revenge!

And now you're blissfully thinking that the most dangerous stage of dinner seems to be behind you.

New notice. Oh, good lord....

"Son, is everything okay?"

Finneas is the perfect embodiment of a red traffic light, now tousling his hair with his pale hand. All nervous and hunched over.

"Yeah, Dad, I just think I overdid it today."

Billie bounces her fist with laughter and you catch her again, paying for all your patience with her own gold coin: another press and she bites her fist just barely visible to let out an embarrassed groan. You seem to have grown bolder after your second drink.

Patrick steers the conversation slightly into traditional fatherly admonishment, only to then return to the rails of everyday topics. You graciously agree to help Maggie with the dishes, acting as a precautionary measure (if Billie gets up from the table, there's a fifty percent chance that one unfortunate move will be a staggering disaster), but before you do, a small, crumpled piece of paper falls with filigree precision onto your lap. Billie, even under the influence of alcohol, is perfectly aware of her movements.

"I want you. Now." - The slightly smudged letters are eloquent, and her deep-blue gaze is a seal of assurance. You swallow nervously, silently letting out an exhale. Eilish is sure to drive you crazy someday. Would you mind?

"I'll help your mom out real quick, okay?"

And she nods silently, swallowing you whole, completely, in her deep blue waters. Eilish touches your cheek briefly with her hot lips, and Finneas stares at you like he's never stared before. As if you'd committed this smashing obscenity after all and you'd been noticed. Billie nods at him briefly, and a smile of incommensurate pride blossoms on his face, as if he'd won a dozen Grammys and as many Golden Globes. You are mentally ready to add everything, even the Illuminati, to this silent conspiracy, which has bypassed you in its details.

Relief only comes when these two golden talents of the music industry go upstairs with the speed of comets scattering across the sky, albeit not quite sober. You and Claudia stay behind to help, but there's a rush in her movements, too, so similar to yours.

"What's the matter, anyway?" - You ask quietly, grabbing the empty salad bowl from the table.

"Billie took my word that I wouldn't say anything," Sulewski gives a cat-like sly snort, summarizing. - "But... you and I are obviously going to have to be quieter tonight."

And you are sincerely lost, not knowing what to do: to raise an eyebrow in skepticism and break the roof of the cozy house O'Connells or to fall into a new, only now no longer imaginary fainting, embracing the salad bowl.

You finish the rest of the cleaning in silence, floating in your own rapidly changing thoughts, like a lone sailor on a huge Dutch galleon. You emerge from your thoughts only when you hear the creaking of the wooden stairs beneath your feet. Claudia ironically wishes you a "good night" before hiding behind the door of Finneas's old room and you die, burning the carpet beneath you with a mixture of feelings. It's too crazy an evening.

×××

"Now, Pirate, tell me what the fuck this-", you're unceremoniously silenced with a deep kiss, with force and accompanying rumble spurring to the door. A hiss from the painful meeting of your shoulder blades with the white-painted wood and a groan from the frenzy and duration of your arousal mingle together, sticking across your throat. You bite down on her bottom lip with force. Just the way she likes it.

"I'm sorry," her voice is husky and the blue sapphires glistening in the dark, mysteriously clouded with desire and rum, hypnotizing, turning you into a porcelain statue in her arms. You freeze, and she touches your shoulder blades with her hands through the thin fabric of your black shirt, stroking gently. - "Does it hurt much?"

"It never hurts with you," you whisper, your fingers wanting to sink into her tarry hair. The striped bandana immediately slips to the floor beneath your palms, reaching the floor completely silently. - "I want you, and I also want answers to tonight's performance."

"I can give you everything at once," the cold tip of her nose touches your neck, creating an unreal contrast to the hot, plump lips that slide ever so gently down to your collarbones and then back up to your earlobe. You feel the bite, and she presses closer to you, pressing her impromptu, artificial boner against your very needed spot, and you wrenching a strong exhale. - Finn and I have a bet for tonight."

"More details, Pirate," you cling to her shoulders, ready to climb the wall with excitement. Eilish moves mockingly, creating a friction that fogs your mind and dulls your desire for long-awaited answers. Another thrust of her hips and you gag, biting on your fist as she fast pulls your hand away. - "I fucking... need details..."

"We bet which of the two of us could handle arousal in public better, who could hold out longer," she grins as she sees you touch the waistband of her shorts with trembling hands, undoing the knot. The interfering piece of clothing falls off as you both look at it thoughtfully, as if you were watching the jets of a waterfall falling from high above the glistening cliffs. Actually, as expected: in the semi-darkness of Eilish's old little room, the dark straps of the strap-on glisten, highlighting her alabaster skin so well. How she'd managed to never once get caught with such a 'surprise' at fifteen centimeters - the eighth wonder of the world, no less. - "Well, Finn's condition you can see right now."

"And what did you confront him, Pirate?" - you take a few insistent steps, causing Billie to steps back and fall back onto the sheets of her bed with a smile, fleetingly touching the fabric of the open scarlet canopy. You dive in after her, hovering dominantly. The singer's gaze is breathtaking from the sultry and lustful look in your eyes.

"Not even Eilish anymore?"

She slides her palms under your shirt, stroking your waist. The warmth of her hands is so damn relaxing, you're already not even wanting to be angry for detailed shenanigans. Tugs on the bottom button with her fingers, taking a rhythmic route straight to your collar.

"It's not my fault you were sipping rum tea today like the most badass pirate of the seven seas." - You tease good-naturedly as the shirt slides off your shoulders, revealing it for the silver light of the moon from the window and the hungry blue gaze. Equal to her in terms of clothing, you peel Billie's T-shirt off as she obediently raises her arms for comfort. The smirk on her face mirrors yours exactly.

"I decided to keep Finneas' condition a secret for him, so he only realized at the table that I'd enlisted Clau's support," Eilish continued, watching with amusement as you first deftly tugged off her bodice and then personally exposed yourself like a model in front of a talented artist. - "Lucifer bless her multi-caliber concealed folder."

"Wait," you sit down on the bed next to her, knocked off your feet by the incoming information, the facts folding together in your head in a brisk fashion, like outstretched red threads on a detective's cork board. - "Are you telling me he was getting hot pictures of her all through dinner while you paralleled torturing both of us under the table?"

Billie nods slowly, savoring the pleasure of her own splendid prank, and you collapse into a histrionic laugh, finding a pillow with your hand. Remembering Finneas's sloppy exit from the table, pulling the already long edges of his sweatshirt taut, you nearly cry out in a fit of laughter, clutching the soft pillow tighter.

"You're such a bitch, Billie," you touch her lips as she gently takes the pillow back, hovering over you already.

"As it is," a new stroke on your neck, serving as her delicious dessert, setting her back to her former intimacy. Just below, near your collarbones is the slightly crooked scarlet flower of a hickey, eliciting a muffled moan from you. - "Kissing your partner on the cheek is a voluntary admission of defeat. And even though I lost, admit you're impressed."

"Oh, Captain, my Captain..." - you murmur, running your fingers along her ribs. He takes it as agreement.

Her gaze clings to the only thing left on you: blohsh's gold pendant, set with transparent white sapphires that look like stars in the night sky's companion light. Her heartly present. She grabs the pendant, pulling you gently toward her, so as not to break the chain, but you feel such indescribable strength from her in the gesture. Her free hand touches your cheek with all the tenderness she can muster.

"Mine," she whispers fervently through the kisses, your tongues clashing hotly. The tangy karamel, half bitter, golden rum flavor, the slightly stinging cinnamon, - "only mine precious girl. I can't tolerate stand to be around you."

"Only yours, Captain Eilish. Take me on a voyage of a lifetime with you, please."

And she speaks so confidently that you are ready to rip your heart out of your chest for her right now and present it to her in the palms of your hands, even hotter and only hers.

"I'll take you. Pirates always take their treasure with them forever."

×××

You lower yourself onto her strapon leisurely, trying not to make too much noise, though the knot of pleasure inside will soon burn through you like a magical sphere of fire. Billie holds you by the waist, thrusting only deeper, her mysterious night seas staring at you uninterrupted, wrapping you headlong in their warm waters. She burns out your naked body into her memory, noting that your most appropriate attire is only moon white light and nothing else. The rest is unnecessary tinsel.

"You're so flawless," the soft whisper of plump, templed lips is entirely polarized by the roughness of the thrust that follows. Her right palm slides down, smoothing over your pelvic bones, and then she touches your clit with her index finger, thrusting sharply again. You are immediately literally folded in half in an orgasm. And Eilish really can't get enough, she continues, "folding" you over and over like exquisite Chinese origami.

Even when you're off of her, you don't let yourself rest and drop to your knees, unbuckling the strap, peering into her already relatively sober oceans and touching the moist 'petals' with your tongue, taking you leisurely to the very bottom. You're still shaking slightly, and Eilish rumbles, her guttural moans barely audible.

A thump against the night stand and a cursing is heard from behind the wall opposite both of you. Billie chuckles.

"Maybe I lost," she throws her head back, gently pushing you closer with her hand. - "But the temptation is too sweet. And my girlfriend cum first, I won this one, sucker."

She lets out a chuckle, but immediately drowns in a silent moan as you lips press deliberately slow and pressurized. Someone has to teach your captain patience, right?

Eilish doesn't like alcohol, of course, but she definitely likes rum.

#billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish #light smut

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bitchinfawkseh · 3 months ago

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Vegas Wedding

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Daryl Dixon x Female Reader PRE-APOC

Summary: It's 1990 and you just graduated high school, as a celebration, you and Daryl go to Las Vegas. The next morning, you wake up naked in bed with him after drinking way too much the previous night, but you also have a ring on your finger... a wedding ring.

Word Count: 2341

[A/N] I've been working on this for like a year lols

A spur of the moment Las Vegas trip with your best friend was definitely not something you should have done with little to no funds. You both just graduated high school - well - you did, Daryl dropped out junior year. And the two of you thought it may be fun to drive out to Vegas for the weekend to celebrate your newfound freedom.

The bright neon lights of Vegas were pretty overwhelming from even the car. You stared out the window at the scenery "I wonder how many hookers are working here." You muttered under your breath causing Daryl to snort. You glanced over at your friend, watching as his grip on the steering wheel tightened and he tried to bite back the smile growing on his face. You smiled too. "What?"

He spared you a quick glance before grinning "Don' let anyone else hear ya say tha'. Alrigh'?"

You giggled and nodded "Okay, okay. I won't."

He gestured towards the bottle of rum you were holding onto. "Pass me tha'."

You cocked a brow and crossed your arms "What's the magic word?"

Daryl shot you a glare "Please." You smiled sweetly at him before passing him the over half empty bottle. The sight of your smile made his heart flutter and sent warmth to his cheeks. He was lucky he was drinking right now, otherwise he'd have nothing else to blame for the extensive blush on his cheeks. Daryl finished off the rest of the bottle before tossing it into the back seat.

You rolled down the window just a bit, the cool night breeze hitting your face as you did. You closed your eyes and felt immediate relief as it washed over your heated form. The AC in Daryl's car didn't work, and it didn't help that everything he did made you so horny. "Did you book a hotel?" You asked. He hummed out what sounded like a yes, you had fake credit cards, and he had fake IDs. Although he didn't really use his ID, you two just stole most of the alcohol you got from your parents.

You glanced over at him, his eyes were trained on the road ahead of him. There was a cigarette between his lips and every so often he would exhale a cloud of smoke. It didn't bother you, hell, you smoked too on occasion. It was the 90s, everyone did. "Gimme a hit." You muttered as you scooted closer to him. Daryl grinned slightly before taking a hand off the steering wheel and taking it out of his mouth to rest between his fingertips. "Wha's the magic word?"

You wrinkled your nose at him "Please?" He then passed the moe to you and you took a long drag before blowing the smoke out the open window.

Once you arrived at the hotel (one that you spent way too much money on) you both started to drink more than you have already. The Labyrinth was playing on the small box TV that sat on the dresser in the room. You and Daryl sat side by side on the bed, you were sipping on a beer and he had some cheap whiskey. You swayed a bit and looked up at Daryl. He had a joint between his fingers, courtesy to his older brother Merle.

"Blow it in my face." You instructed as you closed your eyes. Daryl's brows furrowed and he leaned closer to you. "Are ya sure?"

"Yes." You said, confirming it with a small nod. It was a few more seconds before the cloud of marijuana hit your face and you didn't spare a single minute to inhale deeply. Your eyes fluttered open and he was staring right at you, it was a little difficult to figure out what he was feeling. He hid his emotions so well… and right now he looked quite dazed. Like he was thinking about something. Your lips quirked up "What?" You asked as you cocked your head to the side. You thought you saw his eyes dip down to your lips before back to your face. "Nothin'." Daryl muttered.

Your brows raised. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Daryl swallowed hard and shook his head "Nah, forget about it." He grunted. Heat rose in your cheeks and you purse your lips together. You glanced down at your bare thighs, you were just wearing a short night dress and a hoodie. Your mother would kill you if she found out you were alone with a boy, "half naked" in a hotel room. She would probably die herself if she knew it was a Dixon boy too. She told you time and time again that those boys are nothing but trouble and to stay away from them. "I want to kiss you." You whispered softly. You were much too shy to look at him now - you didn't know how he'd react - whether he'd look at you in disgust or just get up and leave.

"Ya…" He trailed off as you glanced up at him. Daryl rubbed the back of his neck and a muscle in his jaw twitched. "Ya don' mean that." Your brows knitted together and your lips parted. "I do." You said firmly. It may or may not be the alcohol giving you a false sense of confidence right now. "Yer drunk." Daryl mumbled.

"So are you."

Daryl's heart felt like it was about to pound right out of his chest - the girl he's liked since freshman year, you wanted to kiss him. What if you were only saying this because you were intoxicated? He didn't want you to regret it later - he cared about you too much for that.

You let out a tiny huff and crawled onto your knees, the plush duvet of the bed rubbed against them. You were now at eye level with Daryl, you puffed out your bottom lip in a pleading manner. "Kiss me, Daryl. Please?"

Your whole "please" and "what's the magic word" spiel started during winter break of freshman year. All because he watched as your dad said that to you after you asked if he could also give Daryl a ride home (your father liked Daryl despite how his dad and brother acted.) Your dad actually thought that Daryl was a nice kid after asking him a series of invasive questions. Now that didn't mean that he was okay with the possibility of you two being alone together, having the door shut while you hung out - none of that. He said privacy led to sex, and sex led to babies - and he wasn't going to have a pregnant teenager in the house.

The last thing you remember is him pressing his lips against yours gently.

Sun poked through the blinds, shining directly onto your face. You squinted and let out a low groan as the immediate pounding headache hit you. What the hell happened last night? You were suddenly aware of the fact that you were naked, your eyes widened and you lifted the sheets to peek at yourself. No weird tattoos or piercings…

Someone deeply exhaled from beside you and shifted slightly. You glanced over and sucked in a sharp breath as you saw him. Daryl - he was in bed with you- he also appeared to be naked - but you weren't about to check. You could only assume that you had sex with your best friend last night in a drunken haze. "Oh my God…" You whispered. A deep heat settled in your cheeks and stomach. "Oh my God!" You said once again, a little louder this time. Daryl's eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice - you seemed panicked. He was immediately aware of the fact that you were naked and that he was as well. Daryl sat up abruptly "Son of a bitch!"

You frantically pulled the sheets up to cover your chest. "Oh my God!" You repeated for the third time. Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest - it felt like you were about to die really.

Everything that happened last night started to hit you all at once. Your stomach was in knots - your heart was pounding in your ears. "We got eloped?!" You yelled in a state of panic. You eloped and had sex with him - all because you got drunk and high!

"Don't look at me!" You yelled at him. Daryl quickly turned his head away from you, his cheeks were tinted pink with embarrassment. "'M sorry." He grunted. You scrambled to put on a hoodie and sweats, he was drunk when he saw your naked body - he may not remember how it exactly looked and he sure as hell wasn't going to get another look right now.

You turned your back towards him and clenched and unclenched your fists. Your nails dug into your palms, making moon marks in them. "Okay, you can put on some clothes now." Daryl didn't say anything but you could hear some rustling and some quiet grumbling. He always got all grumbly when he was embarrassed or upset. It's a cute trait of his, he wouldn't even be saying anything most of the time. Just complete gibberish masked with grumbling. "Turn aroun'." He mumbled. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly before turning. He was wearing what he was yesterday when you guys got here, grey t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Presumably, he just grabbed them off the floor, not caring to put on clean clothes.

"We-." You began.

He cut you off. "Yeah." He muttered. Your brows furrowed and you crossed your arms. Daryl interrupting you was a bit of a piss off, although the whole situation was also a piss off. But a part of you felt relieved that you had sex with him, even if you didn't remember it - you hoped it at least was good. But getting married to him!? That was extreme - out of the question, he probably didn't even like you. Maybe this could be the first step towards sharing your feelings with him… "We should talk about it." Daryl groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, talking wasn't his strong suit. "Wha's there to talka 'bout? Pre obvious wha' we did."

That made you roll your eyes and sit down beside him, giving just enough space so none of your limbs touched. "Not that. I mean our- our feelings." You said. Daryl stayed silent, meaning you were the one who was supposed to start talking. Just wonderful.

You spun on your heel as the beat dropped in the current song you were listening to - bottle of whiskey in hand. Daryl grabbed your hand and made you turn to face him. "Hey." He mumbled. His lips ghosted over yours and you were quick to stop dancing. Ever since he kissed you - the two of you were all over each other. You grinned against his lips and your eyes fluttered shut, "What?"

"Stop movin', I can't kiss ya when yer wigglin' around." He said before pressing his lips to yours. He tasted like cigarettes - and alcohol, but it tasted so good. He tasted amazing.

Daryl kissed you for a couple more seconds before pulling away. Your grin widened "You like kissing your best friend?" You asked softly. He hesitated before nodding, your expression fell and your brows furrowed. "You don't like kissing me?" Your voice was strained, you hoped it wasn't true. He quickly shook his head and his eyes met yours, "Nah - I do. It's just I don'... I don' wantcha to be my friend. I wantcha to be my girl." Daryl mumbled under his breath. Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, he wanted you to be his girlfriend? You wanted it too - but you also wanted more. "What about your wife?"

Now it was Daryl's turn to be surprised, you wanted to marry him - you wanted to be his wife and you wanted him to be your husband. He wasn't husband material, he wasn't sure he was going to be a good boyfriend to you - let alone husband.

He scoffed, "Ya don't want a church or sum? Big fancy weddin'?" You shook your head and kissed him firmly to show him you meant it. "No, I just want you."

"Ya don't wanna marry me." Daryl said. You pressed a finger to his lips and tilted your head slowly. "Yes I do." You whispered. You leaned closer to him, your smile widening. "I'm sure there's an Elvis wedding chapel close by."

It didn't take much more to convince him to go to the closest wedding chapel.

“Vegas’ wedding laws should be much more strict.” You muttered as you peer at the cheap ring on your left hand. It's silver with intricate details on the band, and it has a cluster of gems that resemble a blocky heart. Daryl hums in agreement and you glance up at him, part of you wondered if he regrets marrying you. You swallow hard and square your shoulders as if trying to build confidence to ask him this. “Daryl,” you breathe and he looks at you almost immediately. The sound of his name on your lips is like an angel’s cry. He wasn't much for romantics, but it doesn't mean he doesn't think it occasionally. Finally, you ask the question: “do you regret marrying me?”

Daryl falls silent and angles to stare at the floor, he doesn't regret it - not one bit. He never pictured marrying you, he always thought you'd marry some rich guy and pop out a buncha babies; but, you being his and him being yours makes him happy. Gingerly, he sets his hand over top of yours, feeling the gem from your ring against his palm as he entwined your fingers. “Nah, I don’.”

You smile wide and glance down at your hands, relief filling you and his words making your heart flutter. He doesn't regret marrying you - he wants to stay with you.

Hopefully mom and dad won't be too upset that you are Mrs Dixon now.

#Spotify #the waking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon the walking dead

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wutheringcaterpillar · 1 year ago

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A Crime for the Times

Summary: You were Tommy’s younger sister and there had always been a connection you shared that no one could understand or get the chance to. But when Tommy comes home from the war things are different.

Warnings: Incest, (Everyone is of age), name-calling, p in v, loss of virginity, hair pulling, jealousy

He didn’t intend intend to fall in love with his sister, and neither did you for your brother.

Tommy was the only one who was ever present and took interest in your life in the family.

It all started in the age of adolescence, just two children mindlessly playing house in his bedroom when no one was home.

It’d always partake in innocent kisses on the lips, that wouldn’t fail to make you both blush.

The stuffed animals you had pretended to be kids, they were yours of course as your father wouldn’t allow Tommy to have such childish toys.

It was a shame really, whenever Tommy was sad he’d find his way to you in the middle of the night, finding solace in your warm embrace as no one else understood or would tell him to man up. His father always put too much pressure on him at such a young age, always blaming him when things went wrong, going so far as hitting him after your mother’s passing.

When your father ran out on you as teenagers your dependency for each other increased immensely.

There was one night Tommy sent the boys and Ada out to go investigate and talk with some important people so he could stay home with you, he longed for alone time with you.

“Y/N?” He knocked at your bedroom door.

“They’re gone.” Within seconds he heard your feet hurriedly approach the door on the hardwood floor.

You opened it with no hesitation and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pressed your lips to his in a long, much anticipated kiss.

His tongue curled in between your lips, meetings yours. He tasted of rum, and tobacco with a hint of peppermint.

The taste warmed you inside as his tongue wxplored every inch of you.

Breaking away reluctantly Tommy eyed you with serious, yet loving blue eyes while one hand cupped your cheek. “We shouldn’t.”

There was a moment of silence, a stance of a tremendous decision for you as you had never gone past making out and cuddling with Tommy.

Granted there were a few times where you would wake up and his hardened member stood stiff against your back but you were too nervous to do anything.

You looked into his eyes intently, hands resting at his shoulders.

“Please Tommy. Don’t make me wait, I’m ready now and I can’t imagine anyone else being my first time.”

Nodding, once he determined for himself that you meant it, he closed the door and began shedding himself of his jacket snd shirt.

Your hands tugged at his tie as your lips found his once again.

You had craved Tommy for so long, especially throughout puberty as your hormones raged on.

Stumbling, you were stopped by the end of your body, you layed down as he towered over you.

Your hands grazing over his chest, down his torso.

He was warm, and his skin was rough but toned from his muscles.

“You have to see how wrong this is eh? I just want the reassurance that this will stay between us and we’re not making a mistake.” You shook your head back and forth as your eyes never left his.

Pulling him down by his belt buckle, his hair fell down, just barely over his forehead.

“Tommy, listen to me. I love you. Now make love to me.”

He dropped down sinking his lips into the delicate, untouched skin of your neck, sucking sweetly until he was sure he had left his mark while he removed your tanktop and bra.

His eyes dilated in on your chest, he had only seen you naked one time when you were undressing.

He may or may not have peeked through the crack in your door when no one was around.

“You have quite the chest my love, they’re perfect.” He cupped your boobs in his hands, squeezing gently causing a small moan to escape your lips while your hips grinded down against him.

“Tommy please, I need you.”

“And I need you my dear sister.”

He aided himself to tugging his pants and underwear down as did you.

When he layed eyes on your most prized possession he was stunned at how beautiful, and small it was.

From what Tommy could see it looked like you had never even masturbated so he knew this would take some time.

When he glanced up at you your eyes were wide with worry and nervousness.

“Tommy, you- is it going to fit? Will it hurt?”

You watched as he guided his head down between your legs. He spoke before he dove into your divine sweetness.

“This is my first time too y’know? I’ve heard it can hurt for women their first time but I’m going to make you feel good beforehand in hopes that it won’t. Just remember we go at your pace my love.” You nodded and leaned your head back when you felt his tongue slide in between your folds.

His tongue felt wet but soft, and when he began to circulate it near the top of your lips, you felt pleasure you didn’t think was possible.

Tommy ensured to keep his hands placed on your thighs, so you felt a sense of comfort and not strange.

There was a sudden intrusion when you felt his finger enter your tight hole, that desired him so much. “Remember, it’s your pace baby. I’m going to go slow.” His crystal blue eyes locked with yours as his head went back down to subtly eating you out.

His nose grazed through your folds, breathing in your scent causing his dick to twitch.

His finger moved slowly in and out of you as he trailed sweet kisses a long your thighs before his lips attached to your clit.

“Tommy, it feels good. Really good.” When he felt your hole beginning to moisten, he slipped another finger in, still keeping at his slow pace.

His tongue swirled slow, agonizing circles around your clit, sucking on it here and there so it would get some light friction.

“Tommy, please. Please I need you.” Your voice was a low whimper.

He popped his head up trailing kissed up you naval.

“You’re so adorable when you’re needy for me. My little sister begging for my cock is she?”

You nodded and he gently parted your legs, centering himself with your pure, inviting hole.

He entered slowly, your hand grasped his wrist at the intrusion.

“Do you want me to keep going?” You nodded up at him once more. Still staring down at his length.

His hand tilted your chin up softly so your eyes were now connected.

“Keep your eyes on me. It won’t seem so scary. Tell me if you want to stop, eh?” You nodded and he continued pushing his girthy length inbetween your soaked walls.

It felt sharp, almost like you were getting a shot in your most private area.

Tommy watched your facial expressions intently.

Once he wad all the way buried in you, he stayed still for a moment as you both relished in the fact you now had each other. Now taking the most pure trait of one another.

Maybe it was sick, maybe it was twisted but how could something so morally wrong feel so right.

The feeling of being so full felt overwhelming for you, but pleasurable.

“Tell me when to move, I don’t want to hurt you.” When you gave him the go ahead, he was slow, and very gentle.

He leaned down placing small, but lustful kisses, suckling your sensitive skin in between pale lips.

He needed people to know you were claimed, not by who, but by a man.

Your innocence belonged to him and him alone, as did his to you.

Your hands found each others intertwining on the white, soft sheets as he thrusted in and out of you at a faster pace.

The pain hadn’t subsided but the pleasure was for more stronger. You squeeze your thighs tighter around him, as your lips found his again. You could feel him twitch inside of you, and what felt like your insides clamping down on his length.

You found your hips begin to move with him in a slow but sensual rhythm. In this moment it felt like everything you had ever wanted, everything you had ever wished for.

“Baby I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. You’re just- oh you’re so tight.” He moaned and it was like music to your ears.

“Let go Tommy, let go in me.” You both knew the risks but neither of you had a care in the world at the moment.

Tommy sped up, and when he noticed he found the sweet spot inside of you, he tried his best to stay at the same space, hitting your special spot again and again.

You crumbled below him, moaning sweetly and seductively when the most unimaginable, unexplainable pleasure rode through your body.

Tommy collapsed ontop of you, still thrusting in and out of you as he was approaching his high at the same exact moment.

He had heard sex felt good but he didn’t know it would feel this good, like euphoria.

The sounds that escaped his lips were raw, passionate. You rode out your highs together, in a moment that didn’t belong to anyone but the two of you.

You layed there silently a moment in Tommy’s arms.

“Was it okay? Did I do good?” You looked up at his worried gaze with now tired eyes.

“That was perfect Tommy. I- I love you and I know it-“

“I love you too Y/N. I’m glad we did this and I wouldn’t have with anyone else. They’re not you baby girl.” You cooed in his arms, snuggling in his warm embrace.

You fell asleep in one anothers arms that night. No one aside from you laying in the bed of a crime you had just committed. You made a promise to each other that not a single soul would know. You thought you had him forever.

There now was a gap in that comfort ever since he came back from the war. You hadn’t known what happened and often cried yourself to sleep, feeling as if a part of you was missing.

He no longer came to you when he needed you. He would suppress his emotion and when you would ask him why, he’d simply say, “We can’t anymore. We were children, if someone were to find out it’d be bad for business, and terrible for our reputation.”

Now here you are sat in your bed, with some of your brothers clothes scattered in the sheets.

The smell of him brought a comfort to you that nobody could possibly understand.

You loved him, you were in love with your brother and you knew it was wrong but it felt so right.

Thomas was currently in talks of seeing a woman you did not like at all, which he had called you out on for your jealousy. That was why tonight was special, you wanted Thomas to admit he still had feelings for you, still loved you in a way a brother shouldn’t.

Tonight was a family dinner and you had invited a special guest to accompany you, in sheer hope to get Thomas to realize this woman isn’t what he wanted, not really.

Hearing a knock at the door, you bursted up from your seat, flattening your dress.

Opening the door your date for the evening had appeared. “You look stunning sweetheart.”

“Thank you, you look rather handsome yourself.”

Tommy watched from across the room, glass of whiskey in his hand, his grip tightened as his jaw clenched.

He stared at the boy as the two of you approached him.

“And this is my dearest brother Tommy.” Your date extended his hand Tommy shook it reluctantly, tightening his grip around the boy’s hand until he heard a bone crack.

“Tommy nice to meet you. Ah! That- That’s a firm grip you have there.”

“Thomas or Mr. Shelby.” “He tilted his glass toward you.

“Y/N’s the only one who calls me that.” The boy winced and excused himself to go and get ice for his hand. As you attempted to pass Tommy to go assist him, Tommy grabbed your arm stopping you in your tracks and tugging you back roughly in front of him.

“What the hell are you doing and why are you dressed like a whore, hm? I can see you just open your legs for anyone now eh?” You were taken aback by his cold hard words, he didn’t even blink an eye at what he spoke to you, just continued to take a swig of his whiskey.

“What the hell are you talking about? You left me remember! I am free to date whomever I please. You’re not one to talk I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a disease now from the ugly slut that’s sitting at the table.” You shoved his shoulder and pushed past him.

When you were out of sight Thomas eyed his glass, now feeling guilty for what he had said to you. He knew he was in denial but he was trying to keep you safe, keep the entire family safe.

He would not let his feelings for his baby sister get in the way of that.

At the dinner table Tommy sat next to you, while your dates sat beside you.

Ada began to make a speech about how successful the family business had become, and how much she had appreciated every one of you.

You caught Tommy glancing at you every once in awhile, even when you began to eat.

Once dessert came around that was when Tommy couldn’t hold himself back anymore after watching you flirt with your date right in front of him.

Trailing his hand up your thigh Tommy cusped it roughly in his firm grip, enough to leave a red mark.

You jumped slightly at the table your knee just barely missing the wood above it.

Tommy leaned in as everyone was involved in conversations with each other.

“He couldn’t fuck you like me and you know it. I do still love you more than a brother should and I don’t love her, my love never left you.”

Goosebumps formed on your skin below you dress and you could feel the heat begin to form in your underwear.

“I’m using her, just in the same way you’re using him. Make things look normal eh?” His hand trailed up your thigh, below the thin fabric, his firms fingers resting between the small crevice in your thighs, his thumb rubbing slow circles around the area he had missed so much.

“Now you’re going to go excuse yourself to your bedroom to change-“

“Tommy I don’t under-“ In a swift movement, his elbow knocked over the glass of water in a way that looked like an accident causing you to gasp.

All eyes turned to you, your brothers starting to laugh and make fun of Tommy for being such a cluts.

His date settled her unwanted hand on his shoulder, sending him back to the role he was going to play at least for the next few minutes.

“Tommy you ruined my dress! Now I have to go change.”

“Sorry sister, maybe I’ve had a little too much.” You rolled your eyes and excused yourself, your date offering to help you but you told him to stay.

As you lay your dress down on your bed the door opened and closed quietly causing you to jump.

Tommy stood across from you, hands in his pockets as he eyed your partially nude body with hunger and thirst.

The two of you stood there for a few mere seconds before you approached each other quickly. His lips connecting with yours in a passionate, longing kiss. A kiss you had missed very much.

His tongue explored inside your mouth fighting with yours for dominance.

He picked you up and slammed you on top of your dresser, your hand fumbling with his belt.

He moved your underwear to the side and within seconds plunged his length into you deeply, his hand covering your mouth from the loud gasp he knew was going to escape between your plump lips.

Time seemed to stand still as it had been so long since your brother made you feel so full, so complete. You both knew it was wrong but it felt so right.

You missed him as he did you. He released his hand from your mouth.

“This is so terribly wrong, how fucked is it I can’t even bring myself to be with anyone but my baby sister.” You gazed at him, mouth slightly dropping in shock.

“You haven’t fucked her?” Tommy shook his head no, and began to thrust in and out of you, causing your eye lids to flutter shut as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Not anyone but you, I can’t let you go baby girl. Can’t get you off of my mind. Not with that beautiful smile and tight pussy. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Your animal instincts took over you and you grabbed him by the back of neck and pulled him into you roughly.

His thrusts quickened, banging into you over and over while your hand was gripping the side of your dresser.

Your inner walls clenched for dear life around his length. Your legs wrapped around his waist matching the rhythm of your brother trying to push him into you as far as you could.

“Fuck, fuck Tommy, feels so good.”

Waves of pleasure rushed through your veins, as he fucked you stupid, your eyes rolling back.

Seeing how well he could pleasure you fueled him even more.

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over on the dresser onto your stomach, hands gripping at the fat on your hips as he drilled into you.

“You’ve always been such a good girl. Look at you fucking devouring my dick in that tight little hole.”

All you could do was moan in response, he spread your cheeks, watching his cock disappear into your warm abyss.

Your slik was starting to coat him and he could tell you were close. He slapped your ass cheek, and pulled your hair back.

“Tell me who you belong to. Who’s pussy is this?” He slapped you again.

“Y-yours Tommy. All yours. Mmm.” He slapped your now reddened skin again harsher, and your mouth slowly fell open as you were reaching your high.

“I- I’m close Tommy-I-“ He latched his hand over your mouth once more as your back was now arching. He drilled into you over and over, and he felt himself coming closer, with his free hand he held one of your boobs in his chest as he began to release himself inside of you.

A few seconds after you felt your body begin to twitch and tremble as your body contracted from your orgasm. The only thing keeping you standing was your brother’s chest against your back.

He pulled out, holding one hand on your shoulder as he watched his creampie slowly trickle out of you down the insides of your shaking thighs.

Catching your breath you stood up and Tommy tossed you a new dress he always thought you looked beautiful and elegant in.

Once he helped you pull it on, you felt his eyes staring down at you. His hands cupped your cheeks and he looked into with those sincere crystal blue eyes in a way you haven’t seen in a long time.

“I love you and I know I have been an ass to you, being cold and distant. But I want you to understand, this woman here tonight means nothing to me and I nothing to her. We made an agreement, she thought it would look good for her family business to be acquaintances with our family. No emotions, sex, love. She is simply just there. I know it’s wrong but neither of us can protect ourselves from what we want. I took a long time to come around to that but I haven’t been able to be with any woman since you. Seeing you here tonight with a date crushed me inside, the thought of you being with someone else saddens me deeply and-“ You stopped him mid sentence.

“Tommy I brought him here to make you jealous. I haven’t been with anyone else either I just wanted my brother back in the most wrong, sinful way imaginable. I always worried you’d find a more suitable woman when you went away to war. There’s been no one else Tommy.” His thumb traced away a tear that had escaped your now watery eyes.

“Darling, my mind was on you that entire time. It is every day. Now let’s look presentable and go back out there, we have a facade, and a role we need to play. I know it may hurt, or seem rather odd but I will be there with you every step of the way.” You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

When you took your seat back at the table a few moments after Tommy, there was small chatter and everyone commenting about how you still look pretty, Arthur cracking a joke that the dress you wore now was better in the fact it wasn’t so revealing.

Throughout the night Tommy’s hand stayed in yours, quietly hidden underneath the table for no one to see or know about but the two of you. The way it had to be.

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #ranaewrites

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coldwayhome · 7 months ago

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IS IT CASUAL NOW? piper mclean.

synopsis: in which you're "casual" with piper mclean.

tags: 16+ ONLY!!!! suggestive content ahead. mentions of hookups & drinking, both parties are over 21. no graphic nsfw written. some angst & fighting. no set gender, but relationship is implied to be wlw.

notes: soo self indulgent i hope you enjoy <33

✧˚ · .

10:36. she's late.

you paced around the lawn, waiting for her to pull into your driveway. she said 10:30, but she's always running late. you can't blame her for it, she's busy. that's what she tells you at least.

headlights flared, and piper's white jeep speedily pulled up to you.

she asks if you're ready to go, and you feel yourself smile at the sound of her voice. she has you wrapped around her finger (whether she knows it or not).

driving to her apartment is a quick 10 minutes, but feels like ages with her hand tracing your thigh. getting inside her door is better, you think. at least she looks at you.

laying in bed with piper at night was nice. she's sweet to you, kissing the dark purple bruises and wrapping her arms around you when you need it.

but it always made you question things. question things like: what are we? what do you think of me? do you think we'll grow old together?

and when do you know if it's stopped being casual— when you've moved in? it's not like you could ask her, because she just smiles and changes the subject. everyone thinks you're dating and you don't have the heart to correct them. it's nice to think about.

✧˚ · .

you're staring at your disheveled self in the mirror and think: sometimes, you wish you never met her.

what would life be like without piper? this situation with her has been going on for half a year, and she's still shown you no semblance of an official answer.

it doesn't help that you argued in the car. it was about something insignificant to both of you, but you knew there was something beneath the surface she was actually mad about. you chose to not bring it up, and say nothing but a short farewell when you were dropped back off at your house.

✧˚ · .

she says she hates you.

but it's just that she knows your coffee order by heart. and it's just that the passenger seat is adjusted to your liking. and it's just that you've met her parents.

but it's just that that you can see a future with her, and you know she can too.

so you call her. she doesn't pick up at first, but she calls back a few minutes later.

she's guarded; you don't usually call her.

you ask how she is, she says she's fine. you know she's not.

you just want to talk; doesn’t end well.

what, to check on her? she’s fine, don’t call her again.

✧˚ · .

2:12. a text from piper. two words, if you can even call it that.

you up?

no response from you.

three minutes later:

baby please

m sorry

miss u

she’s drunk, for sure. she only gets drunk when she’s trying to drown her feelings. aka, when she knows she fucked up. gods.

you grab your phone to text her: where are you?

no response.

you don’t really have to ask though. if she’s this drunk, she’s at home. hopping in your car with no time for bluetooth, the radio blares whatever station you left it on last. there were no thoughts circling you head other than her.

pushing the door open, you march into piper’s fancy apartment. there she is, sniffling on the floor with her emptied cup of coke & rum that was most likely refilled a couple times.

seeing your face, she attempts to get up off the carpet where she was sitting, but ends up falling over. rushing to her side, you pull her into an embrace and rest on the floor with her.

“i love you.” she slurs.

“stop.” you say, silencing her but not pushing her off.

✧˚ · .

you say won’t live in delusion. you say you hate her. you say piper mclean does not love you.

you, of all people, know that’s not true.

but you have no interest in talking to her about it.

ITS HARD BEING CASUAL WHEN MY FAVORITE BRA IS IN YOUR DRESSER 📢📢🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

where are the piper stans…

#starrie night #written in the starrs #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson x reader #piper mclean #piper mclean x reader

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matchadobo · 1 month ago

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matchadobo's 500 followers event!

forced proximity

"if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i'm gonna fucking kill you."

"never figured you for this much of a cuddler."

"a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire."

hurt to comfort

"i still smell you on my sheets, i still remember your favorite songs, i still remember all of your little quirks, i still remember the feel of you under my palms, i still remember your smile, and i still can't get you out of my head. even though you forgot about me right now."

"if i had three lives, i'd marry you in two. the other life, i would be writer trying to pen you into existence." click here for the fic!

"show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

fantasy

"been chasing me for weeks, and this is how you flirt? if you wanted to get under my skin, you should’ve skipped the silver and brought rum." (vampire x hitman)

"it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?" (knight x king/queen) click here for the fic!

"for someone who claims to hate me, you sure can't stay out of my waters. afraid you'll miss me?" (mermaid x pirate) click here for the fic!

he puts you in your place (smut driven)

"you act like a brat all day and you expect me to do nothing about it?" click here for the link!

"you're in no position to tease baby, remember that."

"oh please, you like it when i tell you what to do."

modern au

"i told you not to get too close to me." (mafia)

"oh alright, but you bet your sweet ass i won't be doing it for free." (tutor au)

"are you confessing or do I need to sweep you off your feet to make it happen?" (soulmate au where bells keep ringing if you're with your s/o until a confession happens) click here for the link!

RULES

follow my blog rules! in case of special requests that fails to follow my blog rules, it will not be considered upon creating the request or it will be considered void. i'll try to find a way to partially meet the request and align it to my rules, otherwise it'd be void. like what happened in this hc. (not blaming the person who requested, just demonstrating what i'll plan to do)

this will be strictly a kidd x reader event, it could be poly with another one piece character but the pairing of 'kidd x reader' shall remain.

once i have accepted a request, the dialogue starter and a prompt genre will be crossed out in this post. a dialogue starter can only be accepted once. meanwhile, a prompt genre will remain open until all the dialogue starters are crossed out.

i only write for gender-neutral (they) and afab (she) readers. indicate in your request your preference, otherwise i'll decide.

smut, fluff, angst, etc. are welcome.

the event will be open until all the prompts and dialogues are crossed out.

HOW TO REQUEST:

select one (1) prompt genre (from #1-5) and choose one (1) dialogue starter. inclusion of more than one on each will result to a void request. if you want to request more than one prompt/genre, make another request.

include your special requests if you have any (it's fine if you don't, and if your request violated my rules; it'll be up to me in that case 😼). special request/s may include a particular ending for the request, a particular preface, story flow, established fact about them, a little alteration/modification in the dialogue starter but the inital intent is still there, personality trait, or if kidd/reader will say the dialogue.

requests will be accepted on a first come first serve basis. i won't be picky this time 🫰😚

place your requests on my ask box.

sample format: "i'd like to request forced proximity with the 3rd dialogue. make it a gn reader. i'd like an angst where kidd will say the line. maybe make it a happy ending."

click here for masterpost link

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aloysiavirgata · 1 year ago

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I love reading other people talking about/observing Mulder and Scully. Please please!

“Gorgeous,” Kinsley says, two tequila shots and an amaretto sour in. “Both of them.”

Stonecypher rolls her eyes. “Weird,” she says. “But nice.”

“Gorgeous,” Kinsley repeats, dreamily. “Fox Mulder smells like an anthropomorphic regatta.”

Simon Trebbins gives him an odd look. “I don’t know what the fuck that means, Mike,” he says.

Kinsley waves his hand vaguely. “Sailboat wax,” he says, without clarifying. “Dry cleaners. Bay rum.”

Trebbins downs his vodka tonic. “I can’t believe we got cheated out of a weekend with the fuckin’ Spookies. Legends abound; I wanted stories for the grandkids one day.”

Stonecypher sniffs over a piña colada. “She’s tiny, I can verify that. You don’t realize it until she’s next to you and you feel like Godzilla in Tokyo. But a great rack. Amazing hair.”

“Lobster rolls,” Kinsley adds, unhelpfully. “Sun dried rope. Clean cotton.”

Stonecypher side-eyes her partner. “Jesus, Mike.”

Liz Clayton props her chin up on her hand. “Mothman,” she chuckles. “They actually believe that shit?”

Stonecypher, pleased to be playing the role of expert, considers this. “He definitely does,” she states. “I think she goes along. She’s got it bad for him but I think he’s got it worse for her. Heard he murdered some poor bastard when she had cancer, fucking hell.”

“Who can blame her?” Kinsley asks, like it’s a Zen koan. “Or him.”

Liz smirks. “I heard she fucked Jack Willis.”

“Good for Jack,” Simon laughs. “She’s really hot.”

Kinsley sighs into a Maker’s Mark on ice. “She really is.”

Simon laughs. “You gotta pick one, Mikey.”

“Why?”

There is no obvious answer to this.

“My husband went through the Academy with Walter Skinner,” Liz says. “Couldn’t pay me enough to have that man’s job. Wrangling the Spookies should come with hazard pay.”

Stonecypher guffaws. “Can you imagine trying to have a serious debriefing with those two? I mean I heard the rumors, everyone has, but Jesus Christ they were eye-fucking while Mike drove. I saw them in the rearview.”

Kinsley sighs deeply. “They really were.”

“Didn’t she shoot him once?” Trebbins asks.

“You gotta be talking about the Spookies,” says Rachel Ward, sidling up with a handful of peanuts. “And yes she did. And they worked with Luther Lee Boggs, and Mulder caught Props to boot. Not to mention John Lee Roche. Eugene Tooms. Donnie Pfaster. Have a little fucking respect.”

There is silence at the table then. A long silence that even Kinsley does not break.

Stonecypher raises her glass after a moment. “I guess I can spot the son of a bitch a Mothman or two,” she sighs.

They all clink their glasses then, respectful.

“Scully smells like jasmine,” Kinsley adds, unhelpfully. Wistfully. “And like an A on a calculus exam.”

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt #detour

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lynxindisguise · 4 months ago

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hello lynx please assign every werepuppy an (alcoholic or non alcoholic) drink and tell me about the first time they all taste alcohol/get drunk! 🫶🏼

hiii cat so for the purposes of this ask we’re going to decide that the werepuppies can drink safely bc magic.

- lyra is ofc black coffee/neat whisky etc. she likes to sit at the bar with sirius is her doggy leather jacket and drink from his glass when no one is looking. girl can hold her liquor so you won’t really see her drunk/she’s always doing crazy shit anyway so it’s hard to blame that on alcohol!!

- vulcan is red bull or monster, idk I don’t know much about energy drinks, but yeah he’s absolutely doing jager bombs in the club and getting some mad zoomies!!

- pip is a classic rum and coke. but really if it’s sweet, he’ll drink it, and then projectile vomit everywhere. he is an absolute liability when drunk.

- aurora is a glass of red wine. she drinks responsibly, gets a bit cuddlier than normal, then passes the fuck out. but on the rare occasion that she does have a bit too much, she’s also a liability and is probably rolling around crying about the cute dog she met once at the park.

- quincy is craft beer, for the pup with a refined taste. he doesn’t like alcohol at first, but then he discovers imperial stouts and judges his fathers for drinking shitty lagers. he gets very emotional when drunk.

- waffles is warm milk with honey. sweet little waffles doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he will get very silly over a strawberry milkshake!

#bored bar wench hours #wolfstar werepuppies #cat tag

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sucker4sixx · 7 months ago

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Relight my fire

Pt.2

plot: generation swine release party!!

Warnings: alcohol?

The next morning you wake up to nikki sitting beside you, holding a glass of water, the gesture reminding you about your pulsing hangover. “Hey.. drink this, i figured youd be ill with the hangover” nikki smiles alittle, hoping somehow you wouldnt remember the kiss as you gulp greedily from the pint of cold water like a warm dog “thankyou..” you look at his eyes for a few seconds before he stands up, leaving your room. After 20 minutes you walk to the kitchen, nikki sitting outside having a smoke like the morning before and the morning before that. You take a cigarette out your own pack and slip on his thick zipper, walking out to him and sitting beside him.

“You’re up already?” He smiles, passing you his lighter “and in my zipper?” You smile back to him, sitting beside him on the cold, hard bench, the smoke both of you blow out intertwining “yeah well.. its comfy, you cant blame me”

“No.. i cant” his eyes linger on you for a few seconds before he looks away. “Last night was… fun” he adds, wanting to speak about the kiss that you so desperately tried to get out of your head. “Yeahhh..” you reply awkwardly “it was..” he coughs, none of you sure how to talk about the elephant in the.. garden? “Listen i-“

“Listen-“ you speak at the same time only making things worse, his cheeks even red with the tension “you go..” you whisper and nikki nods, facing you as he stubs out his cigarette. “The kiss was.. something, and the confession and just.. listen, im not in the right place to start anything, im just out a fucking marriage..” he sighs in frustration but not to you, to his heart for letting him feel these feelings for you. “I know, nikki is promise this will be the last time this happens”

A week later you are both at vinces house, hes throwing a party for finishing their album “generation swine”, nikkis busy away talking to people the whole night, leaving you drinking alone on the white leather couches.

Eventually he flops beside you, passing you a rum and coke “hey stranger” you smile wide, your cheeks automatically heating up at the sight of him “sorry hun, been a busy night” you shake your head, taking a sip of the rum and coke “no, dont apologise, this is your night.. im proud of you” nikki laughs bashfully “you sound like a parent telling their kid that their shitty drawings good.. to be honest.. i dont have a great feeling about this album” he admits, looking at his feet. You move your hand to his back and scratch it softly “well.. i think it sounds amazing” you kiss his cheek softly and he turns to face you, smiling “your a sweetheart, honestly.. dont know where id be right now if you werent with me” he moves in and kisses you softly before moving away like it was natural “i need a piss” he slaps your thigh softly and stands up, leaving you red faced and confused.

You get up after a few minutes and look around for him, pushing past the crowd of drunken rockstars, souring your face at the strong smell of cigarettes and hairspray untill you find him, hes leaning against a kitchen counter talking to some tall blonde woman. Without a second thought you walk up to him, your heart pounding when his eyes catch yours, he knows whats coming. You grab his hair and pull him down as you kiss him desperately, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his large hands hold your hair. He turns round so your standing with your back to the counter so you couldnt leave him as he kissed you like a dog in heat, moaning into you. “Jesus darlin..” he pulls away and you try to meet his lips again causing him to move back “your so desperate” he grins wide seeing the effect he has on you, just like he has on every other woman. “Nikki please-“

you both get cut off by a woman saying nikkis name, he turns round and its his ex wife, she smiles and runs over to hug him, clearly not seeing what had just happened. Beth.. they were married for years but cheated on eachother and it ended messy. Nikki wraps his arms around her and even though you knew they had more history, you cant help but feel your heart sink so you just step away, walking off back to the party. An hour later your tired and upset but nikki doesnt seem to want to go home, you approach him and tap his shoulder, beth raising her eyebrow. “Nikki could i get the house keys? Im really tired” you ask and beths face drops, thinking you were his girlfriend. “Of course sweetheart, here.. ill be home soon” he smiles up and you.

Two hours later nikki returns drunker than when you left, your surprised when you dont hear anyone with him. You get up and head to his room where hes stumbling around, struggling to get his clothes off. “Hey nikki” you smile, his face brightening up when he sees you “sweetheart!” He slurs and stumbles over to you “your so drunk, do you need help getting this off?” You tug at his shirt softly “yeah.. undress me baby” he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows “your so annoying” you smile, taking his shirt off as he sways alittle.

“So.. you and beth?” You ask carefully “i still love her.. of course” your smile drops and you nod, trying not to seem bothered “but she fucked you over nikki..” he falls silent “she cheated-“ “yeah well i cheated too” he buts in, its clearly a sensitive subject, you both fall silent “sorry.. i just want the best for you” you say quietly “i know.. but what if she is the best for me” your heart sinks even further , you knew you were the best for him, you knew you could treat him right “why did you cheat on her?” You ask as he struggles to take off his pants, you help out and unbutton them, helping him to his bed. “She cheated on me and.. i wanted to hurt her back, im no angel sweetheart” you nod and lay in next to him.

“Your sleeping here tonight?” He smirks “well, need to keep an eye on you dont i?” You smile and he pulls you onto his warm chest. “No.. but i dont mind if you do”

#80s #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #spotify #vince neil #nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fanfiction

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stargirlforevah · 2 years ago

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*•.¸♡ MAN OF THE HOUR♡¸.•*

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it folks) piv sex, oral(male!receiving), tit play, grinding/dry humping

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: MDNI! DENKI AND READER ARE IN 2nd YEAR OF COLLEGE!! Also this is one of my first longer “fics” so if you like, please interact so I can write more. Also PRETTY PLEASEE send in requests, I wanna write what ya’ll wanna see! Okay enjoy ya nasties!

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You stood in the mirror, holding up two mini skirts to your body. Red or black? You tossed your head back in frustration. Fashion was full of trails and tribulations.

“Minaaa!” You yelled. “Red or black mini skirt?”

“Black,” Mina called back, standing in your bathroom mirror trying desperately to shove a second pair of earrings through her piercing that closed months ago.

“Mins, lets just get it re-pierced,” you winced.

“NO! I literally got this!”

“Whatever you say,” you said with a sigh.

The soccer team at your Uni had won Regionals and was hosting a celebration at the frat. The star player who scored the winning goal, Denki Kaminari, was apart of the frat, so of course the party would be go big or go home.

You were mutual friends with Denki, although not as close as you’d like to be. Though he was incredibly attractive, a star soccer player and had a charming personality, you heard enough talk to believe he has yet to touch a woman. How interesting.

“Okay slut,” Mina said, grinning as she stepped out of your bathroom. “Let’s go.”

Giggling as you walked up the frat steps to the pounding base of Heartless by The Weeknd, you inhaled the party scene. Alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne. Lovely.

Mina quickly went off to find Momo Yaoyorozu, who she had been crushing on for weeks and who was unlikely to be found at a scene as vulgar as this. You can’t blame a girl for trying though.

You refrained from ingesting the punch bowl mix some random boy had told you was “jungle juice.” Sounded more like a trip to the emergency room to get your stomach pumped. You settled with a coke and rum instead.

Scanning the room for someone you could talk to, you saw a flash of blond hair with a lightning strike streak. Denki! He was leaning against the doorframe of his room, completely alone. Odd.

“Hey!” You called out. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!”

“Hey Y/N!” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” you smirked at him. He was nervous. How cute. “How’s the star player life treating you?”

“Oh same as always,” he laughed nervously.

“Oh don’t be modest, Kami. You put our soccer team on the map. You have to have a whole fanclub by now.”

“Nope,” he sighed.

“More for me, I guess,” you sipped your drink and looked up at him.

Denki nearly choked on air. A girl like you? Coming onto him? It seemed unfathomable. Sure, girls had hit on him before, but he had never had the courage to take it past harmless flirting. Maybe a kiss if he was feeling bold.

You stepped closer to him, smirking. “It’s a shame you aren’t getting the star treatment you deserve.”

“Y-yeah,” he felt his dick stir. “A real shame.”

“I can fix that,” you whispered, running your hand along his v-line.

“R-really?”

“Yes, Kami. Let me take care of you.”

You pushed him into his room and kicked the door shut. Shoving him on his bed, you straddled his lap.

“Y-you’re so beautiful Y/N,” he said breathlessly.

“And you’re adorable, Kami.”

You began to slowly grind your hips onto his half hard dick. He whimpered softly and squeezed his eyes shut, causing you to smirk.

“Has anyone ever touched your dick before?”

“N-no one but me.”

You began to play with the zipper of his jeans, continuing to ride his thigh. You began to moan softly at the pressure on your clit.

“F-fuck, do you like grinding on me?” Denki said nervously.

“Mhm..” you nodded slowly. Unsure of how to help, Denki began to bounce his thigh slowly to meet your movements.

“Shit Denki, that feels so fucking good.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm, I’m close pretty, but I wanna cum on your cock.”

Denki moaned at your words.

“But first, I wanna suck you off. Can I Kami, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck, okay.” He whined.

You unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers. His cock sprung free, leaking pre all the way down his tip. Your eyes widened, and Denki covered his face in embarrassment.

“Uncover your face, Denki. Wanna see the faces you make when I suck your cock.”

Denki looked down at you as you began to lick around his tip, eliciting whimpers from the blonde boy. Licking up the pre and moaning at the salty taste, you began your ministrations.

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I fuck..I can’t…” Denki whined.

You took his whole cock in your mouth and began bobbing your head. His moans grew louder as you began to play with his balls.

“N-not gonna last long,” Denki choked out. “M, sorry.”

You batted your eyelashes at him, eager to please and continued the bobbing of your head. Denki’s legs began to shake and his cock began to twitch, signaling he was close to his release. His hands found purchase in your hair, grabbing at anything he could grasp.

“F-FUCK,” he moaned out. “C-cumming, CUMMING!”

You popped his dick out of your mouth and hastily threw off your shirt.

“On my tits,” you moaned. “Please Kami.”

That elicited an incredibly loud whine from Denki as he spilled his hot seed all over you perky tits. Breathless and starstruck, he just stared. How did he get this lucky? As if scoring the winning goal wasn’t lucky enough.

You straddled him once more, and held up a tit to his face.

“Suck.” You commanded.

“Y-yes, anything,” he said eager to please. He took your tit into his mouth and began to suck on your pert nipple.

Moaning, you began grinding yourself on his leg once more.

“Fuck Kami baby, so good to me.”

He began to swirl his tongue around your nipple, producing more and more moans and whines from your lips. Suddenly, he unleashed your nipple with a loud POP!

“P-please,” he whined. “Can’t take it anymore. Please ride me.”

You smirked and grabbed his dick, which was hard again.

“Anything for my star player,” you grinned and sank down onto him, eliciting loud whines from you AND him.

“So big, Kami,” you whined. “Why have you been hiding this from me?”

You began to bounce slowly up and down, as his cock began to ram into your G-spot.

“F-fuck Y/N..you feel so good.. such a pretty pussy.”

You began to go harder, eager to please him and draw more whimpers from his mouth. The lewd squelch of you pussy and skin slapping sounds filled the room.

“So good, Kami..So wet for you and only you.”

“Y-yeah.. you don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.”

His cock repeatedly rammed your G-spot, making your vision blurry and speech slurred.

“M close Kami,” you slurred.

“M-me too.”

“Cum inside, please. Make me yours.”

Denki couldn’t hold on much longer. You came with an obscene moan, the one’s in the adult films that seem fake. But yours was so, incredibly real.

“F-fuck..F-uck..shit.. cumming…” Denki stuttered as he desperately thrusted his hips up into you.

“Please Kami,” you begged. “Make me yours. Fill me up please!!”

“FUCK!” Denki screamed as he filled you with his hot load.

Laughing and giddy from the pleasure, you laid next to him, his cum seeping in between your legs.

“Next time,” he stated. “You’re riding my face.”

#bnha smut #mha #bnha headcannons #bnha x reader #denki imagine #bnha denki #denki kaminari #denki smut #mha smut #denki headcanons #denki x you #denki x reader

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forest-falcon · 10 months ago

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WIP Nearly-Wednesday!

💚💛 Fishtank fic! 🐟🖌️

I'm not sure how to tag this one...

❗Warnings for angst/whump/IVs. References Gordon having tried to treat his own injury to avoid hospital/smotherhens.

Only just rattled it off the top of my head so it's likely pants! 🙈

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"Bag of the house white, if you please, my good sir!"

Gordon presented his preferred arm as though he were about to receive a stamp at the nightclub.

A nitrile-gloved hand turned his arm over and began searching for a vein.

"Your veins are awful. Keep collapsing," Virgil grunted, tightening the tourniquet.

"Can you blame them? I feel like an inverted hedgehog the amount of needles you vampires keep trying to stick me with!"

"There."

Virgil hooked the saline on the stand, then rummaged for some IV paracetamol.

"I'll not leave my crunch bar wrappers in Two if you swap the saline for something good..."

Virgil silently flushed the drip.

"Rum! Rum is good."

"No."

Virgil faced away, leaning the majority of his weight on the side counter and inhaled deeply.

Gordon watched his brother's back, seemingly able to read Virgil's silent thought-process through the minor tells of his breathing and body language. Virgil simmered with the quiet anger that was infinitely more terrifying than flat out rage.

Any minute, any second now; Virgil's calm facade would fracture, and the tirade would begin.

And three, two, one...

"Besides, we're all out of rum."

Gordon blinked; surprised by the absent lecture.

The aquanaut tried to read the room, but Virgil's poker face was just too good, so he offered up an impish grin. It was an artform Alan and he had mastered to disarm any disgruntled older brother.

"You know what I'm gonna say, right?"

"But why's the rum gone?"

"Virg! You do listen! We'll make a pirate of you yet!"

Virgil was quietly tapping the medscanner; focussing it on Gordon's knee.

"Blackbeard! You grow this stubble out..."

Gordon prodded the Bear's chin, and Virgil's brows relayed his annoyance for him. Brother medic clearly making that mental note to shave later.

"Not happening Fish. There's only room for one pirate in this family."

"John?"

"No-wha?"

"C'mon...have you seen his movie collection?"

"He lives in space."

Virgil opened his mouth to argue, then seemingly tired of the conversation and returned to the scanner.

A high-pitched beep, and an image of Gordon's right knee hovered in the air before him.

"Jesu-

"-Check it out! I only need four more legs, then I'll be an octopus!" Gordon joked, in a last-ditch attempt to distract from the horror written on his brother's face.

"Four? Wait. No. It doesn't matter. You're not distracting me from this."

"Ehhh, worth a shot."

Virgil folded his arms. Stood straight, still heavy-booted; his brother cut a rather menacing figure when riled.

The wall of muscle spoke.

"How long?"

"Idunno." His answer was more sound than word.

"How. Long?"

Virgil wasn't even looking at him now. A sure sign that his medic brother was anticipating his answer.

"Hydrofoil."

Virgil threw his arms up then turned to face away.

The engineer stared out of the curved glass window, and his mutter was lost to the ocean - which was probably for the best.

Gordon focussed on steadying his breathing. Who knew you moved so much simply by breathing?

"The consultant said it's more prone to dislocating now," he offered by way of an explanation.

Virgil scoffed, then tapped on his watch.

"You didn't say anything. I'm your brother and..."

Virgil began reorganising supplies.

Guilt gnawed alongside the aquanaut's pain.

"You'd just take me back to hospital," he mumbled.

"So?"

"So, A&E'd just refer me to the people I'm already seeing."

"Well sure, but they could at least reduce the joint for you?"

"Why bother? I can do that."

You're not medically trained.

"S'not that hard...I'm basically a human Rubik's cube. YouTube-"

"YouTube?! Christ Gords! Do you realize how reckless you're being? You could seriously injure yourself! You'll destroy your joints!" Virgil waved fiercely at the scan.

Gordon shrugged.

"They're toast anyway."

Virgil dragged his hands down his face and groaned through clenched fingers.

"Gordon. I get it. Really, I do. You don't want to worry anyone. You hate hospitals - we all do! But don't you owe it to the people out there to look after yourself better?" The medic jabbed at the horizon.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #virgil tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #thunderangst #thunderwhump

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khazadspoon · 8 months ago

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Day 4 entry two days late because I’m a nervous Nelly but now I’m brave enough to post. Jonah kisses Mr Favor because he is dealing with some internal stuff.

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Jonah was drunk, or at least well on his way to being drunk. That was the only explanation really. Or at least that’s what Gil told himself in the days after.

He helped the man back to his room with an arm around his waist, smiling softly at the quiet and tuneless humming. Jonah was an odd fellow, keeping to himself for the most part but coming out of his shell when you caught him alone. Gil liked him. He was good at following orders, yes, but he was also sharp eyed and keenly intelligent. But there was something about him that was… different.

Rowdy knew, or he had implied as such, but whatever it was had remained a secret. In time, if the man wanted to tell him, Gil would listen. For now he let it be. Men’s secrets were their own, after all.

He nudged the hotel room door open with his hip and guided Jonah through, smiling a little more at the muttered curse as Jonah stumbled to take off his boots. They were scuffed and well worn. Gil thought they must be very comfortable, soft as butter perhaps. He reached down and helped the man stand up straight.

“Here, let me-”

He stopped mid sentence, his attention caught by Jonah staring up at him with wide, almost grey-blue eyes.

“I think,” Jonah started, his voice breathy, “if it had been you, I might’ve been happy to be a bride, for a while at least.”

Gil blinked at the words. They burrowed into his mind and settled there like dormice.

Then Jonah kissed him.

His lips were soft, softer than they had any right to be. His hip and shoulder were warm under Gil’s hands, his breath a gentle sigh as he stretched up to reach Gil’s lips.

Despite himself, despite how he knew it was a bad idea (a terrible idea, a dangerous idea, liable to get one or both of them badly beaten at least should anyone find out) he found himself kissing back. His hands moved, arms wrapping around the shorter man until they were pressed together, his neck bent so he could kiss him easier, and the shaky moan that came from Jonah’s chest made his gut twist pleasantly. He felt Jonah’s hands on his shoulders, felt the warmth of a tongue against his lips and made a soft sound in his throat. He parted his lips, let Jonah in and tasted the rum they had been drinking, heat blooming somewhere in his stomach.

It had been so long since he had-

And then it was over. Jonah tore himself away and turned to face the bed, his back to Gil and the door. It looked like he was shaking.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I… just go.”

Gil stood for a moment, lips tingling, his hands still halfway raised where he had been holding on to the man. He could see the tremor in Jonah’s hands as he folded his jacket. The urge to step forward, to reach out and take Jonah in his arms again struck him like a mule kick to the stomach.

Jonah whirled, something cold and broken in his eyes. “Please, Mister Favor, go! Leave me!”

Gil shut his mouth, swallowed, and turned away. The door shut behind him with a click that was almost deafening in the quiet hallway. He went back down the stairs and to the saloon across the street, eyes glancing up to the dark window where Jonah’s room was. The lamp was doused. The curtains were shut.

“Everything alright, boss?” Rowdy asked when he walked in and sat down.

“Mm.”

Rowdy didn’t look convinced. Gil didn’t blame him.

“Well if you change your mind, I’m all ears.”

He took the beer from in front of his ramrod and drank deeply, hoping that if he could wash the taste of Jonah from his mouth he could somehow get rid of the warmth of him too, and forget the broken pain in his eyes.

Rowdy didn’t complain as the drink was taken. He waved the bartender over and ordered another, rubbed his cheek with one hand and drummed his fingers on the wooden bar top.

“Somethin’ just happened. I don’t know… it probably ain’t gonna mean anything but-” Gil shook his head and felt a sigh work it’s way up his throat. He felt dazed. “I don’t know.”

Rowdy frowned, his eyes far too keen for a man who had spent the better half of the day in the saloon. “What do you mean?”

“Not here.”

He followed Gil from the saloon, the questions he was obviously holding in clear on his face.

When Gil explained what had happened, the surprise Gil had expected didn’t come.

“I mean, he didn’t exactly hide it, boss.”

Gil stared at his ramrod. “Uhh…”

“You mean, you really didn’t notice?” Rowdy raised an eyebrow. “Come on, boss, you can’t be that dense.”

Had it been any other moment, Gil would have considered smacking Rowdy on the back of the head for the comment. As it was, he just stared down at his boots. “I… I really didn’t notice. But now I know, it’s hard not to.”

They walked through the darkened town and stopped by the stable. Rowdy glanced at him a little nervously, the expression strange on his usually cute face. “I know it ain’t my place, but I feel I gotta say something. You be careful with him. He’s-”

“Older than you,” Gil interrupted with a small smile. “Than me, too, by a few years.”

“Let me finish!”

Gil raised his hands, suitably admonished.

“He ain’t like us. This,” Rowdy gestured to the town around them, “this ain’t his life! He should be in some city sippin’ fancy tea with his pinky- well, his left pinky sticking up.”

“I know, Rowdy. I know.” He rubbed his face, fingers lingering on his lips for a moment. “You coming back to camp?”

Rowdy nodded.

Gil glanced back over his shoulder as the rode away, eyes finding the little hotel room. Hopefully Jonah would sleep the memory away. He wouldn’t, he was sure he’d spend most of the night thinking about it, but… maybe Jonah would.

#rawhide #rawhidefanevent #rawhidefanweek #gil favor #Jonah oc

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humaforever · 1 year ago

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Can I get a kid’s menu and a rum and coke, please?

(Huma?)

Thank you for the prompt. This was a self fluff indulgence but I hope you like it.

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"This food is like... disgustingly fancy" Harry said as he looked at the menu with a scowl

Uma raised her brow and looked at him "How so?"

"Why are they adding so many extra ingredients? What even is a sauteed onion?" Harry said

Uma couldn't help but agree, this food almost seemed too fancy.

"But it's still better than the food we had on the isle so I'm not gonna be too upset" Uma said

"I'm not sure that's even true. This shit sounds gross" Harry frowned

"Since when are you mister picky" Uma said

"Since I heard that tangy, aged goat cheese was a thing" Harry read off the menu in displeasure

Before Uma could respond, the waiter came to their table and asked for their drink order.

"I'll have a mimosa, thanks" Uma told the waiter

"And for you sir?"

"I want rum and coke" Harry said, "And I'll also be needing a kid's menu" he added

Uma closed her eyes and bit her cheek to stop herself from laughing at the bewildered look that crossed the waiters face.

"Of course" the waiter gave Harry an all to cheery smile before he left

Uma turned to Harry with a smirk "You really couldn't handle the big kid menu today huh? You're still too little for that" She teased

"Not my fault they only offer the good shit to the kids" Harry said

"What? Mac and cheese and applesauce?" Uma smiled as she continued to taunt him

"Exactly" Harry said somewhat sarcastically

"Okay" Uma shrugged "Anything for the wittle baby" she snorted out a laugh

"Make fun of me now but you won't be laughing when you're jealous of my food" Harry said smiling himself

"Do you think that waiter has ever had a grown man order alcohol and then proceeded to ask for a kid's menu?" Uma said

"He has now. You know how I love to leave a mark in everybody's life" Harry gave her a wink

"Yes, I know you can't leave a place without making sure everybody knows you were there" Uma said flatly

"What is the point if not to make a scene?" Harry said

"And this is exactly why you are banned from multiple establishments" Uma said

"You can't blame me for the last one really, it was just too tempting not to pull the fire alarm. Anyone would've done it" Harry told her

Uma couldn't help but cringe at the memory.

Eventually the waiter came back to deliver their beverages and Harry's menu.

"Hey would you look at that, kids eat free" Harry told Uma

"You think you can pass for a twelve year old?" Uma said

"Probably not, but we're gonna dine and ditch anyway so it's fine" Harry said

Uma gave him and unimpressed glance "Harry"

"Kidding love, only kidding" Harry sing songed

Uma knew that Harry would actually love to dine and ditch but that was very illegal.

"Look at this, I told you everything on the kid's menu is better!" Harry suddenly exclaimed "They have chicken tenders in the shape of a heart"

Uma curiously looked over at his menu "What part of the chicken does that come from?" She raised her brow

"Doesn't matter. It's fucking cool" Harry said as he took a sip of his rum

Uma shrugged slightly "It is kinda cool" she said barely above a whisper

"The peanut butter and jelly sandwich comes with a cookie that looks like a jellyfish" Harry informed Uma

"Wait what?" Uma said trying not to sound too excited over the thought of a cookie that looked like a jellyfish

"Yeah, see" Harry showed her

Maybe Harry was actually on to something here

"Hang on lemme see this" Uma gently guided the paper out of Harry's hand so she could get a closer look

"There's even a cool ass coloring page" Harry pointed out

Well...

Okay, so Uma may have been slightly hypocritical. Because she hadn't previously been aware of the fact that the kid's menu was far superior.

Both Harry and Uma would end up ordering from the kid's menu. Because even though it wasn't as fancy, it was more fun. They even colored in that coloring page together. After all they never got this in their childhood.

Uma had made fun of Harry, yes, but as it turns out, it is actually quite exhilarating to drink booze with your heart shaped chicken tenders and jellyfish cookies.

#huma #fanfiction #fluff #prompt #harry hook #uma

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