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everythingspokenfor · 14 days ago

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All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

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You knew this was a possibility, that's why you took extra precautions, tied the strings so well that you were sure you'll have to cut them at the end of the day. But here you were, contemplating how on earth did this happen...

Mina had finally pulled the entire group into going on a vacation, choosing one of the Okinawa beaches, all of you packed up and came to the private penthouse. The vacation was long overdue, everyone too excited to chill out and relax.

It was all good, friends chilling out eating, drinking and finally relaxing after months of tedious hero work.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, even if you had to deal with him. Bakugou and you had a sort of love hate relationship, constantly fighting but still having each other's back. Friends constantly commenting about the thick sexual tension between you both, which left you yelling at them, they weren't wrong tho, not that you would admit outloud.

"Move, Sugar." Bakugou rasps out, hand holding a can of beer, he was shirtless, wet swim trunks sticking to him thighs, tan lines clearly visible on his legs, he was still glossy from playing in the water. Had you hated him any lesser, you would have licked the water off him, alas that thought is something to be revisited in darker hours of the night.

"Go around the towel, dipshit", You retort, going back to lathering yourself up with sunscreen, he snorts, before stepping on your fucking towel and going along.

"Asshole!" You yell at him, whole he continues to laugh at your face. You took in deep breaths, this fucker isn't going to ruin your vacation.

You got back to your sunscreen, before reapplying you lip gloss, you put too much effort into your appearance today. It was a deep maroon two piece, the bottoms had a fabric around it making it seem like a mini skirt, while the top was tied with strings.

As much as you loved the bikini, the top was making you nervous, you had taken every measure to prevent the strings from untying, even kept a spear towel, having heard too many stories of women losing their bikinis in the sea making you paranoid. It was probably also why you hadn't ventured into the ocean yet.

"Gurll- you lookin' cute there." Mina walked up to you, handing you a bright blue concoction, you grinned at her before downing the drink.

"Thanks, babes." You giggled, cheekily winking at her.

"What aren't you getting into waters tho? The weather is pleasant too." She queried, leaning in to steal your gloss. "I am gonna go, just applied sunscreen." You dusted your hands, as you stood up, Mina finished putting on the gloss, tossing the tube in your bag before both of you raced into the waters.

The boys, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero welcomed you both in with splashes, playing around in waters lasted for a bit, after multiple rounds of chicken fight, Kirishima called Bakugou, asking him to join in.

"Ain't interested in yer shitty games." He yelled back, didn't bother looking at the group.

"Scared you'll lose," Sero provoked him, knowing that with right words he can get Bakugou to do anything.

"Fuck did ya' say?" He grits out, before standing up and charge towards your group, all of you scream before swimming in different directions, trying to not be his first victim.

Adrenaline pumped through your vessels, as you swam to furthest end of the shore, leaning against the big rocks keeping you hidden from the main shore. Breathing hard, you placed a hand on your chest, trying to slow the beating of your heart. Only to come to a horrible realisation that you weren't wearing your bikini top.

You were bare from waist above, frantically you tried looking for you top, hoping to find a maroon cloth lying somewhere, unfortunately you couldn't see anything that could vaguely resemble your bikini.

Panic set in when you realised that from this end of the shore, you can't even go to your spot on the beach, chance of grabbing your towel without being seen by your friends were too thin.

"Caught you!" Bakugou roars as he swims around the rocks, only to be stopped as you let out a yell, turning away from him.

"Stay there, Bakugou!" You barely even stay afloat, hairs shielding your back, while hands crossing over your chest.

"What? You suddenly don't want to play, when I catch you?" He rasps out, slightly curious as to why you wouldn't even turn to face him.

"It's not that." You let out a sigh, contemplating whether it's a good idea or not to ask Bakugou for help, he could potentially swin back and get you a towel.

"What is it then, Sugars?" He is much closer now, you can almost feel him behind you. "My top is lost." You whined out, praying he helps you.

"Sorry, what?!"

"My bikini top is lost, it untied while swimming." You whisper-yell at him, giving him a stink eye over your shoulder. He doesn't reply, instead it goes too quite, you slowly peek over your shoulder, only to lock eyes at Bakugou who is already looking at you.

Infact he was looking slightly below, as if checking whether or not you had the top. "Fucking pervert, I'll beat your ass!" Had your hands not been busy you would have whacked him.

"I am not a fucking pervert, I was thinking."

"Had you thought longer, you would have popped a boner."

"You want my help or not."

You went silent at that, of course you needed his help, especially if you didn't want to flash your friends.

"That's what I thought." He speaks at your silence, his voice a little too smug, "you got spear clothes here?" He queried, swimming back a little to look at your bag by the beach.

"I have a towel in there, it's big enough for me." You answer him over your shoulder, he wasn't looking at you anymore instead he was turned away mostly, head slightly tilted so he could hear you.

"Stay put, I'll get it," he almost start swimming before he turns towards you and says "Try not loosing the bottoms, in the meantime." And off he goes.

You knew just from that comment, he isn't going to let you live it down, you are sure he'll probably end up changing your name to some stupid shit constantly reminding you of today, but at least he is helping.

Everybody had already gone inside, letting Bakugou get you, when he reached where your towel had been laid out, he looked for your bag, not wanting to snoop too much, he got to work, quickly looking into the back to realise that there wasn't any towels in it. For a moment he wondered whether he should gather up your sand towel but decided against it.

He quickly jogged over to his spot at the beach, and grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing earlier, getting back into the ocean, he swam towards the rocks where you were hidden.

"Oi! There wasn't any towels, got you a t-shirt tho." He stretches an arm towards you, wet t-shirt in his fist.

"I had one, tho." You look at him in confusion, submerged neck deep into the ocean, hands crossed tightly. You were facing him slightly, eyes looking that clothe, you unwrapped one arm, from around yourself and reached for it, Bakugou averted his gaze, further stretching out his hand so you could reach it.

He moved a little closer, eyes still looking away, arms spread to make sure nobody can see you, even if it a private area of the beach.

You put the shirt on, feeling a little less exposed, turning around to fully face Bakugou, "Thank you, I suppose." You sheepishly scratch the back of your head, assuming the interaction is over and you'll both head back in.

"First of all☝🏻'you suppose?' and secondly you owe me more than a thank you."

He spits out, crossing his arms, and jutting out his hips. You eyes immediately drifted to his tits pecs that had become extenuated, before immediately locking eyes with his.

"Fucking pervert," He mimicked your earlier words.

"I am not! What do you want, Bakugou?" You exasperated, sighing dramatically, crossing your arms as well.

He moved towards you, arms unfolding to sway by his side, "Be nice, Sugar."

You scoff, eyes squinting at him suspiciously, more than aware of how close he was to you. He leans in clear, backing you against the rocks, leaning towards one side, leaving ample space for you to move away from him if you wanted.

He was close enough you could feel his minty breath onto your face, he locked eyes with you before leaning in, instinctively you closed your eyes, head tilting as your hands came to rest on his chest.

The kiss was taking a bit too long, peeking with one eye, you realised Baking was staring at you with s grin on his face.

"You asshole!!" You yelled at him, pushing at his chest, trying to move away from him, he was cackling, hands still grasping at your wrists, not letting you move away from him.

"Sorry, sorry." He wheezed out, pulling you towards him,"Oi, I am sorry, listen Sugars."

You didn't care tho, too tired to be dealing with his shenanigans, he was determined tho, pulled at your wrists, turning to glare at him, you were surprised by feeling of his lips against yours.

You stood there limp, Bakugou taking the lead for you, one arm around your waist other tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You slowly brought you hands around his neck, fingers coming to run through his blonde hairs.

You pull away breaths heavy, he continues kissing down your jaw, leaving behind love bites for you to later press into.

He comes back up, pressing his forehead against yours, "So, how 'bout I take you out, Sugars?"

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simonsrileyhusband · 26 days ago

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AAHRRG I NEED TO HEAR YOUR SIMON SHARING READER WITH PRICE IDEAS and maybe a little ghostprice in there too just maybe

🙏🙏

nsfw:

simon is jealous... no, possesive, you are his and only his. but before he met you he meet price and his captain means a lot to him.

so when he sees the way price eyes you up at the tiny reunion the 141 had at his house, he starts thinking. thinking why wasnt he angry, why didnt he punch him in the face like he has done before with random guys on the street?

"yer joking, right?" price was sitting alone with simon on the tiny office of the house, a quick drop off something simon forgot at base turned into a small talk session and drinking.

"i never joke like that." his voice is harsh, dry and determinated. simon looked at his captain death in the eyes, waiting for an answer.

"i mean..." the older man speaks, drinking a bit of the whiskey, nervous. "if he is up to."

simon hums and stands up, leaving the glass on the tiny table and walks off the room.

"wait-..." he tries to complain but its too late, price hears how a door opens from afar and how the two of you talk, far enough to not be able to actually pick up any words.

after a good 10 minutes simon walks in, you walk behind him shyly, grabbing his hand you hide behind his strong frame.

"you already know eachother, no needs for introductions." he pulls you into his lap, sitting besides price. "if you wanna stop just say, m'kay?" you nod softly, wiggling closer to simon, watching price carefully. he is hot, big biceps and a bit of tummy, just like your simon, big thighs and husky voice...

"words baby." he whispers, and you nod again, lost in the way price stares at you while he finishes his drink. "i-... yes." you finally speak and your boyfriend hums.

"go on. sit on his lap baby." you obey, crawling into his lap, facing him. "hi, love." he mumbles, placing his hands barely above your knees. you whisper a little hi back. "can i... can i kiss him?" you ask shyly, while looking at simon, your cheeks blushed. "you can do anything, lovie, as long as you are comfortable." you nod and turn back to price, whose hands were a bit higher on your thighs now.

you kiss him, not like you would kiss your boyfriend, you hold back a bit, tasting the alcohol on him. but he is older, he has experience, he knows how to make someone feel good, you feel his hands rub your legs and waist, squeezing just enough to make you want more, and when you feel his bulge grow you cant help but grind on it, moaning softly into his lips.

"enough, on your knees, now." you quickly pull back, and look at simon flustered, yet, you do as he says quickly, kneeling in front of the two men. "jesus, ya got him trained well."

"he know he gets a reward if he's good."

you look up at them with desire, a burning sensation growing inside of you, sinful images filling your mind of all the things they can do to you. both of them undo their belts and unzip their pants. you perk up and pull down simons boxers. instinctively grabbing his dick. "not so fast, be a good boy and do the same with john."

a little whine scapes your mouth, and you do as you are told, pulling down his boxers too, both of your hands start to move up and down their hardening cocks, you look at them, how theu grunt and pant, how they stare down at you like hungry lions waiting to eat their prey.

"suck." a simple word, a command that came out as a grunt. you lean in and kiss his tip lovingly, you lick and kiss all over his lenght, taking your time to take all of it inside. you continue to jerk price off, who was lost in the way you moved your head up and down, how your eyes water and how good simons voice sounds when he is whispering naaty praises to you.

your mind is blury, you dont know how lomg you have been sucking their dicks, being yanked by the hair and cheeks to be shoved into their aching dicks. but when they get tired of that and need more than just your mouth your mind is already gone.

"its okay baby, relax f'me" you hear your boyfriends husky voice sooth you, face down and ass up on the couch they were once sitting at. your hole dripping and your breath heavy. simon pats princes arm, "ye' can go first, but no cumming inside of him, that’s only f'me."

price says something that you dont quite graso because a heavy hand falls harshly into your ass, making you whine. "do you want me to fuck you, mhm? tell me honey, tell me how badly y'want your boyfriends friend to fuck you."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 8 months ago

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You looked up from the cot you were changing the bedding on to see Daryl stepping into the clinic. Your brow furrowed. "Please don't tell me you're feeling sick too," you said.

He shook his head and you breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. That's good," you sighed. You continued frantically cleaning up the area around you and stuffed the dirty bedding into a nearby basket. You were about to go and retrieve clean sheets but Daryl was suddenly there holding them out to you. "Thanks," you murmured, grabbing them and getting back to work hurriedly.

He watched you flitting from task to task like a hummingbird. "How many is it so far?" he asked.

"Fifteen," you said, your face tightening. You pulled off your gloves and tossed them into the bin. "But it's only a matter of time before another walks in.

Daryl nodded grimly. He watched you pause for only a moment and you seemed to waver on your feet, passing a hand over your eyes. "Hey—why dun ya sit down. Ya look dead on your feet," he drawled.

You shook your head and glanced at the clock hanging high on the wall. "I don't have time. I need to check on Mr. and Mrs. Johnson again and sanitize more of the IV lines and containers and—"

Daryl gently grabbed your elbow and led you over to a chair. "Sit down. Ya ain't gonna be any good to anybody if ya run yerself into the ground. Have ya eaten anythin' today?"

You sank back into the chair and shook your head. As soon as you were off your feet, you noticed them aching. "No... the first wave came in at 4:30 this morning and—I don't think I've stopped since then."

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip. "Right... Sit here and dun move," he said firmly. "Drink some water. I'mma go fix ya somethin' to eat."

You made to stand up. "You don't have to do that. I can go to the pantry and—"

"Wasn't a question," he said gently but resolutely. "Ya gotta rest while ya can. I'll go grab some more people to help ya in here. Ya shouldn'ta been doin' this by yerself all day."

"I wasn't, but I sent Siddiq to get some rest," you said.

Daryl smiled and let out a dry laugh. "Course ya did. Anybody can sterilize and clean. I'll round some more people up and then I'll come back and help ya myself. And yer gonna eat."

You could see that there was no arguing and so you sank back down, letting the exhaustion settle over you heavily. "Okay. Thank you, Daryl. I mean it."

He nodded. "S'nothin'."

But it wasn't. You knew this was Daryl's way of telling you just how much he cared.

Prompt: "Have you eaten anything today?"

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ffsjustletmesleep · 25 days ago

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Silent Bonds: Chapter Three

Re-wrote the smut (updating word count in a bit)

Chapter Two

word count: 3.2k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of blood, implications of suicide, poorly written smut, slight oral?, fingering, sex, unprotected sex(y'all know better), creampie, Daryl calling the reader a whore. (I think that's all) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

As soon as they had entered the CDC they were met with a man by the name of Dr. Edwin Jenner. He led everyone into the building and explained that he was the only one left out of all the others who had worked there. Jenner took each of us one by one for a blood test to make sure that none of us had gotten bitten, which you could understand. He wasn't supposed to let any of you inside but he had anyway, it was just precaution.

Later after Jenner had finished taking samples of everyone’s blood, he decided on sharing the food that was left in the building for dinner. Everyone sat around the table laughing and eating. Dale suggested that Carl should try some wine with dinner which Rick and Lori had let him do so, he was grossed out by the taste which made everyone laugh. “That’s my boy” she muttered with a smile before taking the glass away.

Daryl spoke up as he looked over at Glenn, smiling as he held the bottle of booze in his hand. “Keep drinkin’ little man. I wanna see how red yer face can get” he opened his mouth in a wide smile. You looked at Daryl as you smiled and drank from your glass of wine, giggling at his childish behavior, he looked down at you and smiled as he took another drink from the bottle, chuckling under his breath.

Rick noticed Jenner’s uncomfortable expression and tapped his glass to get everyone's attention before standing up from his seat. “It seems we haven’t thanked our host properly.” he smiled as he looked at Jenner. “Booyah!” Daryl shouted as he raised the bottle, shifting to stand behind you, and everyone began raising their glasses and cheering out as they thanked him. Jenner then awkwardly nodded back as a thanks.

Shane then brought up the cure and spoke about the rest of the doctors Jenner had said that most of them either left or had taken ‘other’ routes out. Which had ruined the mood in an instant. Glenn walked back to his seat and frowned as he looked at Shane. “Dude you are such a buzzkill, man..” he muttered before he sat down.

You put your glass down as the mood started to drop, Daryl scoffed and took another drink from the bottle before walking out of the room. After dinner, Jenner showed you the way to the rooms, and the mention of hot water got everyone settled in.

Daryl insisted on staying in your room with you, not wanting anything to happen to you after today. Though he brushed it off as “being too tired to go find his room” which you didn't mind. You set your bag down on the couch next to the bed and sighed softly as you picked out something comfortable to wear to bed.

“You know. Daryl. I think a shower might do you good, you reek..” you turned around to look at him, frowning playfully as you put your hands on your hips.

“I ain’t need no damn shower..” He grumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking another drink from the bottle of booze. You sighed softly and shook your head at him before stepping over towards the bathroom and getting in the shower, taking your time to wash off the muck but not taking too long to waste the hot water.

Once you got out of the shower and stepped back into the bedroom, Daryl was lying sprawled out on the bed waiting for you to come back. You smiled to yourself as you walked over towards him, gently taking the booze from his hands.

“You getting tired?” you asked as you set the bottle down on the nightstand and sat down on the bed beside him. “No, was jus’ waitin’ for yer ass to be done.” He muttered as he narrowed his eyes at you, his lips turning down into a frown as he put his arms underneath his head.

You huffed softly and shook your head at his expression. “You’ve had too much to drink, huh?” you asked as you looked at him. He looked away from you and scoffed as he closed his eyes. “Dunno what yer talkin’ bout.” He muttered.

Tilting your head to the side and turning back to your clothes, you got dressed into your pajamas before climbing up onto the bed. He tensed as he felt your arm touching his, but slowly relaxed as he realized it was just you.

You let out a small hum and looked down at him as you sat next to him. Your hand moved to his hair as your fingers ran through the short strands of dirty blonde hair. Gently pulling his head into your lap. He let out a small grumble and looked up at you annoyed.

“Why you always touchin’ me??” He growled as his eyes narrowed up at you. You let out a soft laugh and held his head as you leaned down slightly, looking into his eyes.

“I don’t know..” you shrugged and smiled at him as your fingers rounded his face, from his cheeks to the small stubble on his chin, and down to his chest as your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Am I not allowed to?” you asked with a teasing smile.

His cheeks burned a little red as he felt your hands touching all over his face, his eyes analyzing your expression as your arms hugged his neck. “Ain’t sayin' that-” He muttered as his hands moved to grasp your wrists. His eyes darting away from yours.

You watched him as he looked away, his embarrassed yet annoyed expression making your heart flutter as your eyes landed on his lips as he chewed on his bottom lip. “Daryl..” you called softly as one of your hands came back up to cup his cheek.

His eyes immediately met yours at the sound of his name, his eyes widening slightly as your face had gotten closer. “Wha- What’re you doin'..?” he asked as his grip tightened on your wrists.

You leaned closer as your thumb brushed against his cheek, your heart racing in your chest as you saw his flustered expression. You gently pressed your lips against the mole on the side of his lips, listening to the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

He froze as he felt your lips graze the side of his mouth, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he stared at you with shock. Your lips moved from his mole to his cheek, then to his nose, his forehead, and the other side of his face.

You pulled your head back slightly to see him, his face red and his eyes staring right at you as his lips parted slightly out of shock. You smiled at him and ran your fingers down to the side of his jaw before your lips finally landed on his own.

He felt like he was going to explode, he didn't know whether to be annoyed or angry, he wasn't used to this, especially not from them. Out of all the years they’ve known each other they’d never done something like this, yet it made him feel things he’s never felt.

He let out a soft breath and pulled your arms off him, he sat up and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist as his lips returned to yours. He knew this was wrong, you guys were friends, but he couldn't think straight around you, and it was driving him insane.

You gasped softly as he sat up, his lips enveloping yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. It must have been the alcohol making him so desperate, but he couldn't tell, nor did he care. His lips moved against yours as his hands slipped down to your hips, pulling you closer.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whined softly at his touch, his tongue toying with yours as he grasped your hair, forcing your head back and kissing you deeper, his hands grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, tossing it somewhere around the room.

His lips moved to your cheek, your jaw, and then your neck as his stubble and hot breath tickled your skin, still lingering with the smell of alcohol. He groaned softly at the taste of your skin, you let out a small moan as his hand slid up your side, grasping at your flesh in sheer need.

His tongue licked down the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking small bruises as he travelled lower. He pressed a kiss to your chest, his tongue flattened on of your nipples, tracing small circles around it with the tip of his tongue and taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.

His hand reached down to grasp your ass, squeezing it tightly in his hand. Your hands shot up to his hair as your fingers threaded through it, holding onto it as he gently bit down on your hardened bud, before giving his attention to the other one, repeating the same actions.

You moaned out softly at the feeling of his mouth on your chest. Your face burning hotter as he slowly lowered you down onto the bed, his lips kissed down your stomach before his hands grasped the hem of your shorts, his eyes looking up into yours for permission, and once you’d given him that look, your shorts and underwear were discarded onto the floor.

You looked up at him as he pulled away from your body, his eyes raking over, analyzing every mole, every freckle, and scar. He let out a heavy breath as his eyes darkened more, you laid there below him, feeling like prey in the hands of a predator.

His eyes then met yours, his pupils blown, eyes dark and as blue as ice. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips against yours and enveloping them in a kiss, before pulling away and kissing down your body, gently pushing your thighs apart as he settled down in between.

You whined, looking down at him. “Daryl..” you begged. He spat in his hand and brushed his finger up against your entrance, he kissed your hip to silence you as he gently pushed his finger into you, groaning as your tight walls welcomed his finger. You let out a small moan as his finger entered you, your hands grasping the bedsheets as you bit down on your bottom lip.

He pulled his finger out of you before pushing back in slowly, his teeth nipping your hip as his dark eyes watched you squirm and whine. His pants growing tighter at the sight. His finger gradually picked up its pace before he added a second, his thick fingers stretching your tight hole as he pressed his forehead against your stomach, biting his bottom lip and rutting his hips against the bed for some kind of relief.

“Fuck— yer squeezin’ ma fingers so much, Sunshine..doin’ so good f’me..” he whispered as he curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot, and listening to you cry out. You were driving him insane, he was practically shaking in your grasp as your sounds filled his ears, your walls clenching around his fingers as he stretched you out, scissoring them and curling them just to hear more of you.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste of you on his skin. He sat up in between your thighs as he looked down at you, your lust-filled eyes, flushed and breathless expression going straight to his cock.

His hands fiddled with his belt as he pulled it off and tossed it to the floor, unbuttoning his pants, and pushing them down to his thighs along with his boxers. He let out a small hiss as his cock sprung free, the tip red, angry, and leaking with pre-cum. You lifted your head up and panted softly as your eyes wandered down to his cock, swallowing thickly as you whimpered at the size. “Shit..” you breathed.

His eyes locked onto yours as he heard you curse, he smirked and grasped himself in his hands, smearing the pre and his spit as he coated his length. He moved closer to you as he leaned down to kiss your neck, nipping gently before his lips lifted and pressed against yours, capturing them in a sweet kiss. He moaned softly into your mouth as he stroked himself a few times before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach.

You grunted softly and grasped the blankets gently as you turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder, blushing as he loomed over you. His eyes locked onto yours as his cock slid against your back, lowering his gaze to your heat as he rubbed the tip against your entrance, coating it with the slick on his length.

He looked up at you through his lashes as he saw the desperate look on your face, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, humming softly in your ear. “Yer so needy, aren't ya..?” he asked in a low voice as he nipped your lobe gently, pressing his hips up against yours.

You blushed and whined softly as his cock pressed against you, you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you nodded, whimpering softly. “Need you, Daryl..so bad..please..” you begged in a short whisper, feeling his grip on your hips tighten at your words. His hips pressed harder against yours as a growl rumbled in his throat.

“Ya need me, Sunshine..? Huh..?” he asked as his lips trailed down your shoulders, nipping the skin as his tongue traced the marks he left. “Ya’ want my cock that bad..? Want me to fill ya..?” he pulled your hips back against his as he glanced down at your heat once more. “I'll give it to ya’..don’t worry, Sunshine..” he whispered against the skin of your back.

He was shaking slightly from the buzz and his need for you, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself in control. The tip of his cock pressing against your entrance as he slowly pushed inside of you, his eyes closing as he felt your tight walls hugging him. He growled softly and bit down on your shoulder to keep from going any further.

You moaned out as your grasp tightened on the sheets of the bed, pressing your face into the pillow as you felt him stretching you out. “Oh- Fuck-!” you cried as he bottomed out inside you, your back arching as your ass pressed back against him, taking him in even further.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he started to move, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, and hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of you squeezing his cock. He slowly picked up the pace as he pulled your hips back with every thrust, panting and groaning against your neck.

You moaned out as he started to move, feeling his cock hitting the deepest parts that even your fingers couldn't reach, his thick shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls. “Daryl..!” you moaned out as you cried against the pillow, your body moving up slightly as he thrusted into you over and over.

His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he pounded into you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “Ya’ feel so good around me- fuck I can’t get enough..ya’.” he panted. “Like that? Huh, Sunshine? Ya like my cock so deep inside ya??” he growled as he picked up the pace, chasing after his release and biting down on your neck to muffle his noises.

You cried out into the pillow as he bit your neck, your back arching and your face pressing further into the fabric as your moans grew louder, the sound of your moans and whines filling the room as he slammed into you over and over. You could feel your orgasm slowly approaching as the heat grew inside you.

He groaned against your skin as he thrust into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot as he heard you cry out his name. He angled his hips and rammed into it over and over. “Yer practically made for me- squeezing me like this..fucking hell yer just a dirty whore..ain’t ya..” he muttered teasingly into your ear. “Ya close..? Ya gonna cum for me? Cum all because of this cock filling ya so good?” he chuckled before it quickly turned into a moan, feeling the heat grow in him as his orgasm approached.

Your moans and cries grew louder as his cock drilled you into the bed, his hot breath against your neck, his grasp so tight his hands would leave bruises on your hips by morning. You gasped out as your orgasm grew closer, your breathing getting quicker as your legs trembled. “Fuck! I’m so close!” you sobbed.

He growled at your words and picked up the pace his hips grinding against yours as he rubbed his cock up against your sweet spot repeatedly. “That's it- cum for me, Sunshine, come on!” he panted as his thrusts grew sloppy, his hips stuttering as he closed his eyes and hung his head down.

Your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm washing over you, a loud cry leaving your lips as you came, stuffing your face in the pillow as he slammed into you a few more times, groaning against your ear as he came, his hot cum spilling deep inside you as he rode out both of your highs.

The next few moments were quiet, the only sound was you both catching your breath. His arms hugged around you tightly as he pressed his face against your back. “Fuck..” he muttered before he slowly pulled out of you, lying next to you and pulling you in his arms.

He looked down at you as your eyes closed, your face flushed with redness and sweat, your hair sticking all over the place as he brushed it away from your face. “I didn't hurt ya, did I..?” he asked softly and rubbed your back gently.

You looked up at him after a minute of trying to catch your breath, seeing his soft blue eyes return, his face all flushed and his lips red as he panted. “No..of course not. I’m alright..” you whispered softly as you leaned up to kiss him. He leaned into you as he reciprocated the kiss, cupping your face gently and humming against your lips.

He pulled away slightly as he looked at you. “Good..” he muttered, his rough thumb grazing your cheek as he watched you. The two of you lay there together as you both eventually fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, letting the exhaustion take over your bodies from the intense moment you two just shared.

Thank you for reading Silent Bonds: Chapter Three I hope you enjoyed it :) this is my second time writing smut so I hope its not too bad, I tried to keep the gender neutral theme to be inclusive so if I made any mistakes pls lmk <3

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 months ago

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Simon wakes with a hangover after a night out and decides he's gonna fuck Price about it. #GhostPriceWeek

Day Three: Blushing/Tea

cw: anal sex, kissing, blowjob, handjob, fingering. Britlish. ( @gomzdrawfr )

Simon slumped on the sofa and flicked the telly on. BBC One, Sunday Morning Live. He'd turn it over to something a bit less bright and breezy but he'd already dropped the clicker and it was a whole five inches from his hand.

The pint of water he'd sunk before collapsing into bed the night before deserved a VC for the futile battle it had fought against the sheer volume of alcohol in his bloodstream. A clean engagement, but in the end the enemy had been too strong. Not even a quick shower had lessened the thrum in his temples and the ache of bad sleep around his eyes.

There was nothing for it. He'd have to order Powerade from Ubereats. Unfortunately, his phone was currently M.I.A.

As Sean Fletcher introduced criminologist and fraud expert Dr Elisabeth Carter to discuss how gullible religious cranks were getting scammed out of their money, Simon heard life shuffle around in the ensuite attached to their bedroom. The bone-deep groan of pain, the sound of furious teeth brushing and running water, followed by the gargling and spit of Listerine against porcelain. Moments later, Price emerged into the living room with his head in his hand.

“Mornin’,” Simon rumbled, head lolling against the backseat of the sofa.

“Unfortunately…” Price replied, squinting in the light streaming through the balcony doors. “Sitrep.”

“‘Angin’ out my fockin’ arse.”

“Rog,” Price mumbled, shuffling over to the kitchenette. He hadn't bothered throwing a shirt on, his flannel pajamas sitting low on his hips, slippers trodden down at the back. “Where did MacTavish learn t’ drink like that…”

“S’national sport up there. Reckon they start ‘em young.” Simon watched Price fill the kettle and pull two mugs from the cupboard: one red, one blue. “I'll text ‘im later an’ tell him we went out for a 10k at 5am.” He slouched over the sofa to grab the remote and turned down the volume on the telly as the fake laughs of the presenters grated right through him.

Price wandered to the fridge after dishing out the tea bags and a generous amount of sugar, and lingered with the door open, milk in hand. “Was the filfy kebab really necessary? Yer fuckin’ insides must be rotten…”

“Don't recall you complainin’ when you were scoffin’ half of it in that bus shelter.”

Simon had offered to purchase two kebabs in the full knowledge that his would be raided the moment he unwrapped it, but Price had declined, because chips and doner meat tasted a hundred times better when it was pilfered from your boyfriend’s pita bread, while he struggled to perch on the tiny fuckin’ bus shelter bench and eat at the same time.

“Tha’ explains why I were breathin’ fire when I woke up.”

Simon heard the clang of the bin as his respectfully wrapped leftover kebab was relegated to landfill. “Brutal.”

“We’ll go out for a fry up down the road when my ‘ead stops spinnin’.” The kettle clicked and Simon heard the slosh of water as Price poured their brews.

“Could order in.”

“Don't be fuckin’ lazy. Fresh air’ll help.” Price carried the two mugs over to the sofa and Simon reached up to take the blue one as it was passed down.

“Yer bloody ‘eartless,” Simon said.

“Fink you'll find ‘m all ‘eart.” Price slumped onto the sofa and leaned into Simon's side, his eyes lidded. Simon took a few cursory sips of tea, his mouth like teflon after years of scoffing overcooked rat packs and over-boiled filter coffee, before placing the mug down on the coaster.

It was difficult to ignore the draw of Price's body when it was pressed so close, even through the haze of a hangover. Simon tilted his head into Price's ruffled hair and breathed him in. Despite spending a night on the lash, he still smelled fuckin’ delicious; faded cologne and deodorant, a sleep-warm musk beneath it all. Simon’s cock twitched with interest, enticed by the smell and heat of his partner, relaxed and half naked against him.

Simon slid his arm around Price's chest, fingers playing in the soft curls of his body hair before he cupped the swell of a tit and squeezed. The give of firm muscle beneath his palm made a lick of arousal curl through his gut, and Simon nuzzled Price’s head over a little to nibble at the shell of his ear.

“Gerroff,” Price huffed, putting up token resistance by nudging his elbow against Simon's ribs, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he reclined a little further over Simon's chest, sipping his tea once more before resting it on the sofa cushion, fingers hooked loosely in the handle.

They'd been too hammered to fuck last night. Sure, there had been some heavy grinding when they'd stumbled through the door, some sloppy, heated snogging, but the moment they had stripped off and fallen into bed, they had passed out in a heap of tangled limbs. A lazy Sunday 'morning after' was the perfect time to make up for it.

Simon stroked Price's happy trail and slipped his hand into the loose waistband of his pajamas without preamble, inviting himself to Price's prick as his eyes wandered back to the telly. His touch was gentle, lazy, caressing the soft length with his fingertips until it began to chub up. He stroked back and forth over the ridge of Price's crown through his foreskin as it slowly drew back, enjoying the muted sighs of enjoyment as much as the velvet softness and warmth against his palm.

“Yer plannin’ t’ do anythin' with that or yer jus’ gonna give me blue balls?”

“Depends, ya gonna drag me into public with a hangover or ya gonna let me order in?”

“You cruel little shit,” Price murmured without heat, lifting his hips to rub his cock against the heel of Simon's palm.

“What’ll it be? Deal or no deal?”

“Noel Edmonds is a fuckin’ turn off…”

“Stephen Mulhern now.”

“That cockney twat ain't much better–fuck, Simon, c’mon, la… do it proper, like.”

“Still waitin’ for the decision.”

“Fine, fine… MaccyD’s kitchen round the corner ain't bad–haa, ah, mmm.”

Simon stroked firmly from base to tip, squeezing on the upwards tug around the glans. Price bucked into his palm, precum wetting the fleece of his pajamas as Simon worked him over. Simon felt his body warm through the cotton of his shirt, and pressed a kiss into his hair as his own cock pushed his shorts into a tent.

“You make me so fuckin ‘ard,” Simon growled into Price's hair. “Jus’ the bloody smell of ya drives me mental.”

“Yeah? Show me, Simon. Show me what ya want…”

Simon trailed his hand down until Price's balls sat in the cradle of his palm and two fingers were teasing the rim of his hole. Price didn't push him away, but spread his legs with a low, wanton moan, his hips rolling up to grind the wet head of his cock against Simon's wrist.

A slow Sunday morning fuck now well and truly on the cards, Simon needed to prep. He pulled his hand away reluctantly and leaned over to grope through the clutter in the drawer of the lamp table. They had fucked on this sofa so often that Price had dumped a tube of durex water-based amongst the allen keys and miscellaneous house debris.

When Simon slumped back with his prize in hand, Price had rolled onto his front and was shoving at Simon's shorts with an impatient growl. Simon lifted his arse magnanimously, his hard cock flopping free against his thighs as Price pushed his waistband past his knees, pressing his nose against Simon's shaft. “Heard receivin’ a blowie after the giver’s drunk tea feels good,” Price said, licking a thick vein bulging from ruddy, hard flesh.

“Fancy testin’ that?”

Price smirked and leaned to the side just enough to knock back the rest of his brew before he returned to Simon's cock. He gripped the base, drawing the tip of his tongue through Simon's slit to savour the first beads of precum, before swallowing him down with a deep, longing moan.

“Oh, fuck…” Simon lifted his hips into the tingling heat of Price's mouth, his head falling back with the rush of pleasure through his hips and up his spine. Yeah, there was mileage in the tea thing. His hand pushed into that soft, ruffled hair only for an anchor as Price hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue, head bobbing slowly as he drooled and moaned around Simon's cock, his mouth stretched almost beyond capacity.

If someone had said a few years ago that Captain John Price was a champion cocksucker, Simon would have knocked them the fuck out for the slur. Now he knew it would have been an accurate evaluation of his skillset. The fuckin’ mouth on him. And with the added flush of the tea, Simon's bare toes curled against the floor in pure ecstasy.

When the initial shock eased into a more constant swell of pleasure and Simon's stomach unbunched, Simon could concentrate enough to slick his fingers and slip them between Price's arse cheeks. He circled his rim in firm, smooth passes, teasing him into relaxing. He felt the sweet vibration of Price's moan as he slid his first finger in, Price’s legs spreading until one knee dropped off the edge of the sofa, back curved to give Simon better access once he'd wriggled out of his flannel trousers.

Simon tilted his head back and closed his eyes, luxuriating in the filthy, wet sounds of saliva and lube, the suction of Price's clever mouth punctuated by the rumbles of guttural moans as he was fingered open, the weathered hand that cupped and tugged Simon's sac was warm and firm, enjoying the promising heft that would soon empty deep inside him.

There was another reason other than convenience that Simon enjoyed fucking Price here. It was the living room mirror on the opposite wall. Tall and narrow, intended for a last minute check of teeth and hair before they stepped out the door. Maybe Simon had purposefully hung it at the perfect angle to reflect their athletics on the sofa, but if he had, that was between him and god.

Either way, since it's arrival he'd got to watch Price's back flex, sheened with sweat, as he ground himself down on Simon's cock, and watched his face as he was fucked from behind over the coffee table, even admired himself working on top as he'd pushed Price’s head down and pounded into him until he'd come screaming and begging, muffled by the sofa cushions. There was something about the sight of them together, of Price taking his cock and loving every second, that set Simon on fire.

“C’mon, up ‘ere.” Simon tugged at Price’s chin until he pulled off his cock with a soft pop. “Reverse, lean back.”

“Givin’ orders now…”

Simon smirked, holding Price’s hips to help him balance as he straddled Simon's lap, dropping one hand to smear a little lube on his cock and grip it at the base to hold it steady. He got to watch as Price’s body swallowed him, slick hole stretching wide to take every fuckin’ inch until Price was seated almost to the hilt. Simon's hands slid over his hips and pulled him down into his first thrust, forcing a choked noise from Price’s throat. Simon pressed a kiss in the middle of Price's freckled back and murmured into his skin. “Oh, fuck yeah, you're so fuckin’ ready for me, you wan’ed this so bad, didn'tcha?”

“Yeah, Simon… oh, oh, mm, yeah, your fuckin cock…”

“C’mere.” Simon pulled Price’s back against his chest and tilted his chin for a deep, wet kiss, their tongues working over each other as Simon slid his hands beneath Price’s thighs to lift them up and apart, forcing Price to relax back and let himself be fucked. Simon dragged his cock in and out slowly, savouring the long, drawn out pleasure of each thrust, always leaving the tip inside and sinking in almost to the base.

Price moaned and gasped, trying to hold the kiss at first, but soon having to flop his head back as Simon began to thrust faster. At this angle, with the wicked curve in Simon's cock, he was dragging over Price's prostate with every roll of his hips.

“Haa, ah, Simon, yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah, so fuckin’ good.”

Simon could just about see over Price’s shoulder in this position, those few inches of height in the torso coming up trumps in providing the perfect view of the most beautiful fuckin’ sight in the world; John Price being split open on his fat dick. His muscular thighs spread wide, secured by Simon's hands into yielding, his hole sucking greedily at Simon's cock, his face, neck and chest blushing and his cock flopping and drooling against his belly.

“Look at ya, look--ahh, look at yaself in the mirror, John… mm, fuck, look ya takin me.”

Price did look and Simon got to watch those blue eyes widen as he saw his own pretty little hole swallowing Simon's thick cock, watch it bully him open with each thrust and leave him empty every time it drew back. Price moaned, low and broken, one arm curled behind Simon's head while the other sloped down his body so he could jerk his own prick in rough, messy tugs.

“Gonna come--fuck, nn--so deep in ya, John… want me leakin’ out of ya for days.”

”Simon!”

“Feelin’ me inside ya, ahh, as you bark orders.”

“Haa, ah, fuck, fuck!’

Even with the distant echo of his hangover, the pleasure of fucking into the snug heat of Price’s body and listening to him fall apart was overwhelming. Simon sunk a little lower to brace his elbows for a harder fuck, and felt the throb of Price’s climax in the clench and flutter of his arse. Price arched, his legs pushing out against Simon's hands, testing his strength, as he continued his relentless pace even as Price painted his own belly with milky white.

The wrecked sounds each thrust forced from Price's overstimulated body were enough for Simon to follow him over the edge. Two big hands slanted over his hips to pull him down and Simon thrust up, coming as deep as he could. Price moaned, leaning forward a little so his thighs could spread side over Simon's lap. “Oh, fuck, Simon, tha’s fuckin ‘ot… ya filthy git.”

Simon knew Price loved being fucked full; the spread of warmth as Simon's balls emptied inside him, the way he'd feel it leak out of his stretched hole when Simon pulled out, evidence he'd been thoroughly bred.

Simon ground up, biting his lower lip as his thumbs pushed into the muscle of Price’s arse. He didn't want to pull out. He wanted to stay in what was his forever, but as the euphoria abated and his cock softened, he decided he'd rather spoon his fucked out partner and order a fuckin' Big Mac. Gently, he eased Price off, snagging some Kleenex from the coffee table to clean up before he half draped himself over Price's back.

They cuddled in the afterglow, too big to spoon on the sofa really, Price's leg hanging off and Simon's knuckles dragging on the floor, but both were too interested in exchanging lazy kisses to care. At some point, Simon found his phone and punched in their order and Price began to doze.

Once they'd eaten, Simon would decide just how many times he was going to make Price come before they had to turn in for work on Monday. Double figures seemed a reasonable goal.

#captain john price #simon ghost riley #ghostprice #ghostpriceweek #time for some t and some angst after this iirc

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guppybibi · 5 months ago

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Late WIP Wednesday ..

(aaa km not sure if i should finish this, it started off strong but just fell off and now my brain isnt working)

Simon’s home & marriage was his refuge, until it wasn't. He knew something wasn't right when you were coincidentally prepared for his return, all dolled up when you greeted him with an “I miss you” kiss. No, he was sure it wasn't you when he saw that the dinner table was prepared with a generous spread of food on it.

There was no reason for you to come this prepared, everytime he comes home from deployment is a surprise. So..how exactly are you this ready? It didn't sit right with him, the whole thing felt like it came out of a painfully obvious scripted reality TV show.

But food was food and after countless weeks spent eating barely edible MRE’s, a home cooked meal was all he needed. Sluggishly, he sat down at his unsaid designated spot at the dinner table. He closely watched if you would sit down at your designated spot, if you didn't; that’d explained a lot. You do end up sitting at your spot, it wasn't all that hard to do though. Dinner with you was unsettling to say the least, all of the small talk you were making felt forced, it’s barely been an hour and he already feels like he's going crazy.

He knows more than to question you upfront though, having gone through enough interrogations to know that he should take his time and that you could get hostile if things don't go your way. You could be a threat for all he knew, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Unsure if it was the right decision, he starts out some sort of small talk himself, asking you some seemingly innocent questions.

“What were yer up to while I was gone, luv?” He asks mid chew. “Oh not much, I just picked up a new hobby actually. Clay sculpting! I've been watching online tutorials, I could say I’ve been getting the hang of it if I do say so myself.” Liar, was all he could think while he subconsciously nodded to your words. You hated clay, not fond of the texture it had and the way it’d get stuck under your nails. Perhaps it was another one of your impulsive decisions, jumping into conclusions should be the last thing he should be doing. It could cost him more harm than good, so he lets it slide. For now at least.

“Sculpting eh? That's new, have ye finished any?” He pauses, swallowing his food. “I’d love to see them.” A spark lights up in your eyes, but it didn't look right. There's a lit candle in there but it's far, far away. The lack of life in your eyes makes his stomach spin like there's a guinea pig rolling around in their wheel in there, it made him want to puke. He wasn't the biggest fan of prolonged eye contact anyway, so he’ll just avoid looking you in the eye to prevent making a mess. “Oh yeah I actually do! They're already displayed on top of our shelves, I’ll show them to you after.” You exclaim, if that was you anyway, which it wasn't.

Dinner passed at an uncomfortably slow pace, Simon swore he could hear each individual tick and tock of the clock, the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates and each chew you took. He’s gone through debatably louder things than this, the booms of the explosions were unforgettable after all but this somehow takes the cake. Wanting to distract himself further, he helps with washing the dishes which you normally did but you specifically chose today to help do the other minor chores. Water, that was your weak point. He noticed it, you didn't drink water after dinner either. What kind of monster doesn't drink water to hydrate after eating roasted pork?

To test out this thought of his, he decided to ask another question. “I'm heading to the shower, luv. Care to join me?” Meekly, he suggests to you, deep brown eyes staring intently as he awaited the already expected answer. “Oh I..actually already showered earlier dear. Maybe next time.” A dishearteningly dismissive reply, just like he expected. “Alright, suit yourself luv. I'll be back.”

He thought about it, almost forgetting about the bubbly soap running down his body from how deep in thought he was. There was no doubt about it anymore, everything about you being you, pointed away. At this point, he didn't care what the fake you was anymore, rather where you actually were. You could've been dead for all he knew, replaced by the soulless woman that now roams around his home.

This was beyond cruel, beyond the pain physical torture could've caused. It was like the universe was a cat and he was a yarn ball, being played by it meticulously. The whole thing was definitely planned out by a certain someone he knew, the both of you are fairly private so it couldn't have been a random person. He couldn't handle this alone, as much as he’d hate to admit, the situation was way bigger than him to do alone. So, he decides to call a trusted someone.

“You tellin’ me ye think your wife got abducted or something..and a doppelgänger replaced her?” A gruff voice questions, lightly tapping his cigar against the side of the ashtray. Price, him and Kate are the only members of the Task Force so far that Simon allowed you to meet. Well, it unfortunately looks like the sergeants won't get to meet you under these circumstances just yet. Strangely enough, the clocks inside the pub weren't working. Must be a malfunction. The masked man nodded, sighing through his nose when he got a whiff of the alcohol-filled air in the bar.

“I feel so.” He grumbled. “Couldn't she be just having an off day? We all have those, Simon.” John opposes it, it was an unquestionable possibility they couldn't simply ignore. “No, I know my wife. In my years of being with her, she's never acted this way.” Ghost hissed back, a hint of crystal clear impatience seeping out from his words. The lack of respect in his tone wasn't intended, but what could he do when his wife is apparently kidnapped and replaced so seamlessly? “I guess you have a point, but you need to confirm it Simon. You shouldn't make any decision on impulse, if the woman in your home really isn't your wife then this is a bigger issue.”

Then the plan was set, still a little all over the place but there really wasn't any time to lose. Simon would further observe the woman who's allegedly ‘you’ to make sure he isn't making things up, then if he was incredibly sure it wasn't you, he’ll head to the police and file a report for a missing person. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to do, having gone through missions more intense than this. Yet the fact that you were involved made the bugs inside of him crawl, this was totally his fault.

He didn't hide you away from the world enough, he should've just kept you locked inside a cage like the little birdie you were to avoid any danger coming your way. Simon wasn't stupid though, that was inhumane, you were one of the only few people who has managed to make Simon feel less of a ghost and more of a human. So doing such a thing to you was unethical and out of the books, but how could you blame him for subconsciously letting his possessiveness and worry take over when you're literally so far from his grasp? Being so near before that he could easily grip at the back of your top, now so far that the trace of your scent is long gone.

It makes Simon feel sick, his core being left to rot. He comes from the pub to what felt like an empty house, not home because nothing would feel like home without you there. He’d rather be living in a pile of rocks and plywood with you than in a giant mansion without you, that would be the real hell. “Bloody hell..where are you?” He murmurs under his breath, stressedly rubbing his creased forehead. If he could, he’d pry at every surface that comes up within his sight just to find you.

“I’m back.” He whispers, unsure if the fake you was asleep or not. Anyone, human or not wouldn't be happy being woken up from their slumber. “Welcome home, hun. You alright?” Looking up from your cup of tea, you ask. “Yeah, just spoke with the Captain. That's all, no alcohol.” Simon was so used to you being a worrywart about his alcohol intake, telling you that he didn't have any alcohol is practically ingrained into the wrinkles of his brain. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to care less about his health, let alone him in general. The lack of nagging that usually filled his ears to the brim didn't feel right, he would've much rather gone through another one of your yap sessions about how constant alcohol intake affects him in the long run than..just silence.

He feels the desperation inching up on him, eating him whole. At this point, he's willing to admit he doesn't want you. He needs you. He needs to hear your fretful complaints about him getting deployed, knowing you’d shut up because you were used to it by now. He needs you to tell him to include more vegetables in his diet because he's not some kind of carnivore to be eating that much meat. God, he just needs you with him. Whatever bloody thing came with you he’d take like it was on a stupid Black Friday sale.

“Not yet..” He’d think every single night, eyes wide open as he prevents himself from making a rash decision. The woman sleeping soundly right next to him, if that was you..But it wasn't, even if he stared at the unfamiliar woman for ten hours straight, she wouldn't just magically turn into you. Well sure, she was a carbon copy of you from head to toe but she simply just didn't scream ‘you’. Whatever and whoever you were anyway.

“When all is said and done, I think it'll end well Simon. My gut feeling tells me so, it's rarely ever wrong so I’m pretty sure we should trust it.” You ramble on and on, the little amount of alcohol taking over your lightweight self. Simon was still courting you here, yet he remembers it like it's been replayed in his mind like a broken record. He trusted your gut, and he could consider that as one of the best choices he's ever made in life.

But..trusting you now? While you're probably out, all shivering & teeth clattering from the immense cold night? Impossible, he’s fully aware that you're a capable strong woman however..how far can his trust go? How far do you have to venture into someone’s soul to gain their fragile trust, something that can be easily broken with your own bare hands? Ghost doesn't trust you, but Simon does.

“You're a strong gal, you can hold on for much longer.” He supposes, deep in thought while he flipped around in bed. The fake you hasn't set off any red flags yet, acting normal. Too normal. He knew ‘you’ had a purpose for being here, one with malicious intent, though what exactly? One wouldn't simply come in here and replace his wife with a fake one just out of spite, unless they were a little cuckoo. Tossing aside to check the time, he presses the ‘on’ button on his phone. Weird, the time didn't show up. Maybe it's just a glitch in the system.

“Simon, Hey? Simon, wake up. Hurry, you need to get up.” A voice shakes, lightly nudging him in order to awake him. It's your voice, he can instantly sense its meekness. With one eye and another, they flutter open, still full of sleep in them. “Oh thank goodness, you're awake! But you seriously need to wake up, like right now.” You crooned, hoping he’d fully wake up to the sound of your voice. Groaning, Simon sat up, a few joints popping in the process. “What..? Yeah, I’m awake luv. Whad’ya need me for?” He questions groggily, eyes opening further once he gets a closer look at you. It's actually you, he can tell! The way your eyes meet his, connecting like a bee landing on a precious flower. The way your voice lilted to him like a mother bird nursing her hatchlings, it really was you.

“Wait–luv? You're here? Bloody hell, you actually are–Did you see the other gal who looked just like you? Tell me I’m not losing my shit please.” Then you shushed him, convinced he’ll continuously go on and on if you didn't. “Please listen to me closely, Simon.” You pause, noticing how his eyes bask in yours like it was long overdue. “You need to wake up, hurry.”

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byte-your-tongue · 6 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader

(Platonic, Gn Reader)

AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time

Laios:

Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....

He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.

He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.

If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.

If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.

"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.

Chilchuck:

Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.

What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?

If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.

Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)

Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.

Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat

He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.

"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.

Senshi:

Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.

He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.

He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.

If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.

He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.

"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.

Izutsumi:

She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??

Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.

She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.

If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.

Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.

She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.

Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.

Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.

"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.

Marcille:

Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.

She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.

Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.

She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.

She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.

She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)

"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.

Falin:

Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.

Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.

She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.

If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.

You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.

She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.

"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.

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bluemerakis · 2 months ago

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Drabble: Butcher takes care of sick reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: I’ve been under the weather lately, and I want a soft, cutesie Butcher to take care of me. That’s all :p

The apartment door creaked open, causing your eyes to flutter open as your consciousness tethered to the waking world. You blinked a few times to dislodge the disorientation of your nap, a hefty yawn splitting your lips. The door clicked closed soon after, and the sound of heavy boots thudding across the room told you all you needed to know about the identity of your visitor—not that it was a difficult guessing game; nobody other than your boyfriend ever came around to see you.

Riddled with lethargy, you couldn’t bring yourself to face Billy, a migraine weighing so heavily on your senses that you felt you’d throw up with the slightest of movements.

“‘ello, Love,” Billy chirped, the rustle of a plastic bag following shortly after. “Got yer some o’ tha’ shite chinese nosh y’love so much. Now, I know what yer thinkin’—eat first, then give good ol’ Billy one hell o’ a thank ya fuck later. Offer graciously accepted. Yer a lovely, charitable dame, Love—yer just keep on givin’.”

You smiled weakly at the sound of his voice. You’d seen him last two days ago, but within that short time, you’d already come to miss him dearly. Sickness tended to come on strong with you, always rendering you vulnerable and bedridden for the first few days, and it was sure hell to endure. This sickness in particular had come on a day ago with a bang, and honestly, you’d been struggling to cope with it. You hadn’t told Billy about it, though, knowing that he likely had bigger things to tend to with The Boys. However, you couldn’t say that you weren’t thankful for his visit.

There was something about his presence alone that boosted your body’s morale and seemed to help you bounce back quicker—it had to be some sort of mental placebo effect. No matter the reason, you were thankful to have him here with you now.

“Sadly, your English breadstick is going to have to take a rain check on that,” you told him feebly. Your stomach seized up with a series of cramps, causing you to curl into yourself with a groan as you rode out the duration of the pain.

“All right there, Love?” Billy asked as he approached you, large hand outstretched to caress along the expanse of your back. The contact sent shivers up your hot spine. “Feelin’ a tad bit under the weather, are we?” He remarked, alluding to the dampened material of the shirt that clung messily to your underlying skin.

You hummed in confirmation, brows creased and eyes falling closed as you braved the nausea that seemed to arise in conjunction with your stomach cramps. “Not a tad bit—I’m in full-fledged suffering,” you grunted.

“Have yer eaten at all today?” He asked, the hand on your back snaking up to the nape of your neck. His palm hovered over the area, his thumb rubbing comforting circles along the feverish goosebumps of your skin.

“Haven’t had an appetite,” you pushed out. The warmth of his hand against your neck was a relaxation your body subconsciously craved, and it seemed to make the cramps let up an inch.

“Have yer a sip o’ water, at least,” Billy suggested. “Just a second, and I’ll fetch yer some.”

“Thank you, Billy,” you said softly, turning your head with caution to offer him an appreciative smile. You seized the opportunity to drink in his beautiful face, staring as if to burn his image into the memory of your retinas.

“Yeah, I gotcha,” he said with wink, hand neglecting your neck as he turned toward the kitchen. You turned and allowed your head to collapse against your pillow once more, eyes closing to bask in the peace of darkness. “Yer got any ginger?” He called back to you.

“Check the fridge,” you said, then added, “why?”

“I got a killer recipe tha’ll hand nausea’s arse back to ‘er,” he said. The fridge door clanked open, followed by a satisfied grunt from Billy. “There we are,” he said.

“Just don’t poison me,” you said. “I’m suffering enough.”

“Oi, have yer some faith in me,” Billy scolded gently. “S’me mum’s recipe. Woman ne’er once went wrong with ‘er whimsy kitchen faffing. I’ll make yer tha’ shite-tasting cup o’ ginger char, and soon after, you’ll be stuffin’ yer gob with all tha’ bloody chinese.”

The atmosphere simmered into comfortable silence as Billy tended to your mystery tea, the occasional clatter of utensils keeping you from drifting into another sleep. It wasn’t long before he was back at your aid, a gentle thud occurring atop the bedside table beyond your back, followed by the more shrill clink of a glass. You glanced over your shoulder and glimpsed the mug of ginger tea, as well as a cold, sweaty glass of water beside it.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Billy cocked his chin at you. “Shimmy up,” he ordered.

“I could do that, but if you get whatever nasty thing I’ve got, I don’t wanna hear a single world about it,” you said.

“Don’t yer worry, Love, I’ll have me a good weepin’ of the eyes, then a good wank or two, and I’ll be right as rain after.” He leaned onto the bed, prompting you to shift yourself forward to make space for his broad frame. He manoeuvred about the mattress a few times as he moulded his body to the contours of yours, forming the large, comforting spoon you’d been craving in his absence. “Blimey, have yer got all o’ bleedin’ hell shoved up yer ass? Yer burnin’ up,” he remarked.

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed weakly.

Billy’s one arm slipped between the mattress and the nook of your neck, while the other curled around your waist to hold you against him. His lips pressed against your hair, hovering there for a few seconds before he withdrew to place his chin atop your head. You melted into his hold and his scent, a content breath easing from your nostrils.

“I’ve missed you,” you told him.

“Afraid I know the feelin’ all too well, Love,” he murmured against you, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against the crown of your head. “Shoulda called to check in with yer sooner.”

You gave a disapproving noise. “You don’t have to worry about me every second of the day. I love you, but I’ll survive a day or two without you from time to time.” You probably wouldn’t, if you were honest with yourself. You’d barely been hanging on as of recently.

“Bloody liar, y’are,” he poked, his hand on your waist shifting to stroke along the sensitive skin of your stomach. “I know you’ve been craving me touch these last two days. Yer absolutely can’t live without it—and don’t yer get the ‘alf the mind to deny it, else I’ll give yer a punctual reminder.” His hand trailed down your stomach and toward your panties, where his fingers teased at the rim suggestively.

You sucked air at his motions, lower lip taken into a playful bite. “You sure as hell do make it tempting to play stupid,” you said, turning to glance at him through a grin.

Billy’s lips spread in a smirk before he leaned forward to impose a rough kiss on your lips. You savoured the taste of his lips, and the ever present underlying trace of cigar smoke, which you’d come to tolerate only because of the constant exposure via his frequent company. Once he pulled away, he moved to hover over your ear.

“Tell yer what—you get better f’me, Love, and I promise I’ll give tha’ stomach o’ yers a real rearrangement to fuss ‘bout, yeah? Sound like a solid plan?”

“Deal.”

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kvrokasaa · 1 year ago

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Please, Don't Leave Me

Karasu x reader

cw: Gn!pronouns but afab!reader, reader has female genitalia, implied cunnilingus, and sex, suggestive themes at the end, angst-ish, fluff, kinda forced plot ngl, Karasu's accent might be off, not proofread, Otoya being respectful to a woman 😨, Isagi and Bachira are mentioned once.

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Today felt off. Well, more specifically, the past week has felt off. You don’t know if you’re the only one feeling this way. But it’s like the shift in your relationship has turned.

Every time you try and get attention from your boyfriend, he waves you off. Literally. He waves his hand, acting as if you’re a fly pestering him.

You don’t know what started this behavior. Just two weeks ago you both were fine. Visiting your family and having a nice time. You know it wasn’t anything your family said, they don’t pry into your relationships. But you can’t seem to figure it out for the life of you.

Just last night when you came over to his place, you tried to ask if he wanted to watch a movie with you. It was movie night, every week you both dedicate a night to watching movies, whatever happens, happens. But Karasu simply shrugged and said, “ ’s late and I have early practice tomorrow.”

Karasu never shrugs off movie night.

As to get some clarification for why this is happening, you decide to show up at his practice. And it wasn’t early morning, which made you even more confused.

So much questions and so little answers.

As you make your way to the field, they stopped playing for minute to catch their breaths and drink some water, you pass by a few of his teammates. They all give you confused glances.

You’ve never once showed up to his practices. Only to his games. It’s not because you didn’t want to, he just never asked and you didn’t want to intrude.

You carry a little bag in your hand. He forgot his lunch and, being a good s/o, you decided to bring it with you.

“Hey baby,” the words come out as you rest your head on his back. “You forgot your lunch, here.”

You hand him the bag. It’s already past noon, but you’re guessing he didn’t have anything to eat unless his friends offered some of their food.

He only grunted in response and took the bag from your hand, rather forcefully too. “Thanks.” His response was curt.

He made his way to the benches and set the bag down.

“Why have you been ignoring me,” you’re not sure ignoring was the right word, but it was among the similarities of the traits he’s been showing you this past week. “I’m not ignoring ya.” His voice was laced with malice. You don’t know why, but your body reacted before your brain as it flinched a little.

His words, even the mean ones, never seemed to startle you. But after the agonizing thoughts every night, which caused less and less sleep, you couldn’t think straight. Which resulted in your body moving before you could think to stop it.

If he was concerned or remorseful about his attitude, he didn’t show it. His face was hardened and still, as if it was sculpted.

“It doesn’t feel like that. You’ve been putting me off all week. Not even a good morning text. What’s…” Your voice died off as you saw him turn around and glare at you. He’s acting like you broke one of his million dollar vases, which he does own unironically.

“Is that what ya want? A ‘good morning’ text, a ‘how was your day?’ text? I’m working my ass off all day to provide for me and you and yer complaining that I don’t show enough love? Just be grateful for once in our fucking relationship.”

You wanted to bite back, to tell him that you work too. Sure your job doesn’t pay as well as his does, but he also has the inheritance from his family to back him up. You don’t. You get up every morning and work, you don’t complain either. Sure, what you’re doing now can be classified as complaining, but you rarely ever open your mouth to complain. And you are grateful, you don’t know how many times you’ve been grateful in your relationship with him. It’s not a chore for you, but he’s acting like you’ve never said, ‘thank you,’ to him once.

But you bite your tongue when he opens his mouth again. “I don’t think ya understand, Y/n. I play soccer for me; this is the only chance I get to be away from you. But now you show up and have to ruin everything. Get it through yer thick skull, I don’t want you around unless it’s necessary.”

Your eyes widen at his last sentence. Did he think you were a chore to be around? Did he only want you around when he felt it was convenient? Did he ever think of you as his s/o?

You aren’t one to cry in public places, sometimes you even hold back your tears in your own bedroom. You don’t like the feeling of tears sliding down your cheeks. You hate the feeling of pain and failure. You’ve never even cried in front of your own boyfriend and you have been together for six months now.

But you can’t stop the tear from falling down your cheek and onto the grassy field. You manage to stop the next one, and the one after that. You sniffle and nod your head. You have nothing left to say to him, if he wants space, then you’ll give him space. This is just him setting his boundaries, right?

Right.

“Okay.” You don’t know how, but you manage to hold your head up and keep your tears at bay, along with your voice neutral. “If you really feel that way, then I’ll leave.”

There were many implications behind your words. You could mean the relationship or just the field where you stand in now. You honestly don’t know which one of them you meant. But you let your legs take you away from his one happy place.

He chose his career over you, and you’re fine with that. But you being fine with that doesn’t mean you will settle into this little routine.

You’ll dip your feet into the water, see how much of an impact his words leave in your relationship. If you don’t like the ripples in the water, then you’ll just leave.

He hears scoffs and snorts from his team as he snaps back to reality. “What the fuck dude? All they did was ask you a simple question.” Isagi chimes in. “Yeah man. You did not need to blow up that like.”

Otoya looks over at Isagi and nods his head, “I’m going with Isagi on this one.”

Karasu scoffs. “Shut it, fuckboy. You-” “Don’t tell me what to do moron. You made them fucking cry.”

He made you cry? You’ve never cried before, at least not in front of him. Was he so lost in thought that he didn’t even see your tears? Did his words hurt you that much?

“You gotta fix this before it’s too late~.” Bachira voiced Karasu's thoughts.

...

Your house seems bare and lonely without the smile on your face, or the warm touches from him. Your plants seem to reflect your emotions, droopy and sad.

You make your way to your bedroom, ready to sulk in bed for the rest of the day. Thanks to it being a weekend, you have the day off. Which means you could sulk for as long as you want.

You pull the weighted blanket onto your body and sigh contentedly at the comfort. This is the only comfort you need right now, a stupid rom-com, some junk food, and a good amount of weight.

Your phone goes off before you can delve into the movie too much. You sigh, already knowing who it’s from. You picked it up and just as you guessed, Karasu.

He had a written a whole paragraph about how sorry he is and that he would be glad to make it up to you. You opted to just text him back with:

It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it haha, it’s late so I’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight!

You already know that he’s going to think something’s up. Let him, he deserves the cold shoulder, an insidious voice sang in the back of your mind. As much as you want to brush the voice away, you know that it’s true. He does deserve the cold shoulder. You’ve been nothing but good to him and he treats you like this?

You let your thoughts run wild and finally determine that you'll respect his words for a bit. If he wants you to leave him alone, you'll leave him alone. You won't go to his practices and games or make him his lunches anymore.

A few hours passed by as you dwelled in your bed. You should probably text some of your friends and ask for a night out. But honestly, you just wanted to stay in and eat all the junk you can.

You've watched at least three rom-com movies; some made you laugh and some made you cry. You want to say that you mainly cringed, but what you mainly did was wish Karasu could act like some of the male leads.

Yeah, he remembers your favorite food and gets you as many things as you want. But you wish he would put away his pride and apologize.

Before you knew it, your eyes drifted off while your mind rambled about Karasu.

...

The smell of pancakes and eggs woke you from your slumber. You yawned and stretched your muscles as you made your way out of bed. You weren't too shocked to see Karasu in your kitchen with the 'kiss the cook' apron you gifted him as a joke on his birthday.

When you two had an argument, he would always cook you food, buy you things, and spend the entire day with you. But those things are meaningless after the argument you had the other day.

But you still let him try.

He smiles when he sees your sleepy face. But his smile turned into a pout when he saw your runny mascara and puffy/red eyes. He did that. He made you cry. Karasu walks up to you and brings you into his arms.

"I'm sorry pretty baby," he kissed your forehead. "I don't deserve you."

You snort at that; there's something you both can agree on. He smiles when he hears your snort. Step one: make you laugh: check.

You both sit at the table and eat the delicious food he made. Contrary to popular opinion, Karasu is actually a good cook. The food was gone in minutes.

"I have a game tomorrow," he says as he chews the last bite on his plate. "I can reserve a front-row seat for you, like always."

You give him a kind smile; you want to say no but his puppy eyes are too tempting. "Okay." Your response was curt, you didn't mean anything by it. But Karasu took it as you giving the same attitude he gave you yesterday. He pouted and grabbed your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. "I wanna hear ya cheering f'me, okay?" You nodded your head and he smiled at that, bringing your hand up and kissing it. "That's my pretty baby."

You two spent the whole day talking and shopping. You got the things you needed and wanted, and even more things that Karasu thought would look good on you.

The gifts made you smile, but they held most of the weight behind your fake smile. You didn't want to speak out that you didn't need these meaningless things, you just wanted him to hug you and tell you that he loves you. You know that you just have to speak up about these things, but you don't want to start another argument.

Your tongue was bit through the entire day and night with him.

...

You woke up a bit later than intended, but the sleep was welcomed and needed. You felt like the pain and memories of the past few days have been erased.

You felt like you were forgetting something. You yawned and turned on your phone, then it hit you.

Karasu's soccer game. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, you're sure the game is already halfway through. And it's a thirty-minute drive to the stadium. Which means when you get there, it'll be almost over. So, there's no point in going. So you opted to just grab something to eat and turn on Netflix. Yeah, you feel bad, but honestly, Karasu deserves this. Maybe he'll remember not to catch an attitude with you for no reason.

Karasu on the other hand, is distraught. He doesn't remember how many times he's looked over at the stands.

He thought that you were over the other day. He apologized and made it up to you. He took you shopping and to your favorite restaurant.

His mind was elsewhere and he couldn't get into the flow of the game. His kicks weren't on point and his precision was flawed. The coach called him in and swapped for another player.

"Get your shit together or leave."

Karasu took the latter; he needs to see you.

The drive was long originally, but his thoughts made it longer. Every second he wasn't with you, he felt that it was another second you could up and leave his life.

He finally got there and quickly unlocked your door with the spare key. No boxes, nothing packed, nothing is gone. Air came back into his lungs, and he could finally breathe again.

He rushed to your room, his pout getting deeper as he saw you on your bed watching Netflix.

Your eyes widened as he rushed into your room. You swear this man will give you cardiac arrest one of these days. "What..What are you doing here?" Your eyes followed him as he stalked to your side of the bed where you were lying. "Your game, it hasn't even ended yet." He grabbed your hands before he answered, bringing them up to his cheeks.

"Baby, I'm sorry for being a dickhead, but doncha think it's rude to not come when I asked ya to?" He almost whined out. You pouted as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, "I'm sorry," you cooed out. "My handsome boy, I didn't mean to."

He shook his head, "No, don't apologize baby. I shouldn't have yelled at ya. Forgive me, yeah? Just please, don't leave me." He pouted, "I don't think I can go any longer without yer kisses and hugs." He doesn't remember when he got so romantic and cheesy. He used to laugh at people who were obsessed with their s/o and used to call them mediocre. But now here he is, so fucking obsessed with you. He feels like he can't breathe when you don't give him your love. He lives off it.

"I love ya so much, my pretty baby." He brought one of your hands to his lips, peppering kisses all of it as he looked into your eyes. "Ya don't gotta say it back, jus want ya to know."

And you did know, especially through his actions. The way he kisses you, the way he dotes on you, and the way he went down on you for hours. No amount of whines and pleads for him to stop, no amount of " 's too much," were enough to stop him. His tongue and his groans against you made you feel both pain and pleasure. Karasu loves you so much and proved that while he fucked you all night.

a/n: His accent, his smile, him <3333 Karasu is just ahbsdjsdhsdje. I'm acting up for this man

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inthepeakymidwinter · 1 year ago

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Cruel Summer (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to move on after seeing Thomas with another woman. Thomas comes back after weeks wondering where Y/N went.

Based on this anon ask:

“Hello! Can you please do Tommy is jealous that Y/N is moving on after having a crush on him for years but he was too focused on Grace? He realizes that he loves Y/n more than Grace after seeing her with another man”

Word Count: 2718

TW: drinking, alcohol

(Sorry it took me sooo long! Hope you all enjoy!)

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It’s been weeks since I slept after finding out that Tommy was with Grace. It shook my nervous system in ways I didn’t expect it to. I shouldn’t care as much as my heart actively does. I stopped going outside to water my plants. I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. The only thing I could hold down was tea. It took many days to feel like a person again. The night I caught them kissing at the derby my heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. I hadn’t seen Tommy since that day, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t plan on it. I ran out of that stadium and never looked back.

Strangely enough as one door closed another began to open. Thomas’ brother John had knocked on the door to my townhome one early morning. I answered the door in my pajamas, with my hair messy and wild, sipping a cup of tea out of one hand. “John?” I asked him, looking ahead of him to see if anyone else was with him. He stood there with a perfectly dry-cleaned suit on and his hair slicked back.

“Have you seen Tommy around?” He questioned; his demeanor was so serious that it almost felt like an interrogation.

I turned furious in an instant. “You really think I’ve seen him? I haven’t been out in weeks. What makes you think he’d be with me?” I shouted.

“Aye come off it. I didn’t mean anything by it. Last time I saw he was off to the woods for some gypsy thing. No one's seen him since…are you okay Y/N?” John asked sincerely.

“I’ll be fine John” I mumbled, looking down at his shiny black leather shoes. I took another sip of tea before I felt John’s hand on my cheek, slowly lifting my head up with his thumb so out eyes would meet.

“I know yer not” He sighed. I shook my head slowly and he rushed himself through the door, making his way into my kitchen. “Y’know Y/N if i had known any better I would have come by sooner…just haven’t seen you around…i thought you’d be coming by the betting shop any day now” He admitted.

“John, I barely make it out of my bed most days what makes you think I’d even make it to the betting shop?” I hissed.

John smiled, then realized what i said and how severe it was. His demeanor changed into a melancholic look, and he walked over to me. “Don’t tell me that” he said with his lips trembling. “Why have you done this, Y/N what happened?” John questioned me.

I looked down at the floor and then back up at him. His brown eyes stared me down until something came out of my mouth. “I just…saw him with her” Tears started to form in my eyes.

“Oh, fook me Y/N, him? You have feelings for him?” John asked. “You deserve so much better than my sorry excuse of a brother. He may be my brother, but he has flaws Y/N. Flaws that you are nowhere near” He told the truth and I believed him for once. I always knew Tommy had big dark secrets. I just didn’t know how bad they were and maybe that was for the best. “We’re going out tonight. You and me, eh?” John insisted, holding my hand as he spoke. I smiled for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ready but with John i felt like i could take a leap. “Put a nice dress on, I’ll pick you up at 8” John said and kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily as I watched him walk out of my townhome confidently. He always had this charisma about him, all of the Shelby brothers did. It was effortless to them.

At around 6:30pm I started getting ready. I put on winged black liner on my eyes, and slipped on a tight black dress with lace trim.

At exactly 8pm just like he said, John arrived in front of my house to pick me up. I decided to walk out of my home and saw John get out of the car immediately. He raced up to the passenger door and opened it for me. “You know I would’ve knocked on your door” He stated.

“I figured, but I was impatient” I smiled back at him.

“Well you look absolutely stunning tonight” John complimented. I nodded in his direction and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“So where are we going?” I asked him with a smile.

“You’ll see very soon” John stated and shut the door once i got in. He drove us to a bar that i had never been to. We went in and he got us drinks right away. I sat quietly in a booth with him as we giggled about old times and drank beer to our hearts content. After a few hours John cursed out of nowhere. “Fook me I forgot to pick up Arthur from the Garrison. Linda’s gonna have my arse” He groaned as he got up from the booth.

“I-It’s okay John I can go with you” I sighed. Maybe John was right. Maybe Tommy didn’t dare show his face in this town anymore.

John nodded at me and went up to the bartender to pay his tab, then we went back to his car and drove to the Garrison. John turned the car off and turned his attention to me. “Are ye sure you want to come in?” He asked politely.

“I’ll be fine John” I placed my hand on his and gave him a small smile. He held my hand for a minute in return before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked to the passenger side and opened my door, letting me get out before he slammed the door shut. We walked into the Garrison with our hands intertwined and John yelled out for Arthur. He was drunk off of his face, sitting at the bar and laughing with a random man I’ve never seen before. And by the looks of Johns confused face, neither did he.

“Alright Arthur come with us. Don’t wanna keep that Linda waiting do we” John spoke, trying to coax Arthur out of his drunken state.

Arthur looked at John and back to his drink then guzzled his entire glass of dark liquor in one go. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He said he’d be back” He slurred.

John groaned audibly, “Arthur, Y/N and I are taking you home. Tommy’s not coming he-“

“He what” Thomas spoke from the bar’s entrance. My stomach turned and I no longer felt happy from all those drinks like I did a minute ago.

Thomas and I exchanged quick glances before his gaze went back to his brothers. John stood in shock for a moment but it quickly faded to anger. “You don’t get to just leave us without an explanation Tom” He growled.

“I never left. Did I Arthur?” Thomas asked and walked up closer to the two brothers.

“Aye. He’s been out with his woman I reckon” Arthur raised his empty glass in support but Thomas grew furious.

“Never said anything like that you drunken bastard” Tommy growled.

“You didn’t have to” John huffed and walked towards me. He motioned to go out the door and i nodded my head in agreement, taking his hand once more.

“Where the hell are you two going?” Thomas roared from behind.

“We’re leaving for the night. You enjoy Arthur” John smiled before leaving the bar with me. I walked out of the garrison with John and felt myself crumbling. I walked the cobblestone street to get to his car and stopped.

“John…I need to go home” I croaked out.

“Y/N Please tonight was supposed to-“ He pleaded.

“John I need to go right now” I huffed, nearly running to the car at this point.

I made it to the car and opened the door myself, hopping in as fast as I could. John got in and slammed his driver side door, turning the car on angrily.

“I didn’t want this to happen” He sighed.

“What?” I asked grumpily.

“Just all of it. Fuckin Tom” He growled.

“Just take me home, John” I mumbled. Completely over seeing Thomas in person. I just wanted to climb into a hole and die.

The ride home was silent. Nothing but John’s breathing and cursing under his breath. It took us 15 minutes until I finally made it home. I made it home and rushed out of the car, slamming the door and storming into my townhouse after unlocking the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making sure no peaky ever got in.

I stepped into my kitchen and ran to the cupboard beside my refrigerator. I opened it and took out the bottle of red wine that had been sitting there for months. I went to fetch a bottle opened from the drawer beside it and heard a loud knock at the door.

“Leave me alone John” I shouted and proceeded to open the bottle of wine. I twisted the cork and it popped out of the bottle. Then yet again another knock. “I told you to leave me alone!” I yelled. I sighed deeply and got a wine glass out of my upper cabinets, pouring wine into my glass and taking a large swig.

Suddenly the knocks on my front door grew louder and i couldn’t take it anymore.

I cursed under my breath and stomped to the front door, unlocking it and about to curse out the person behind the door.

“I told you to leave me-“ I yelled until I saw who the person behind the door was. Thomas Shelby in the flesh.

“You can hate me all you want but do NOT get revenge by using my brothers” He argued with his baby blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair.

“I wasn’t getting revenge anyone. It's something called moving on” I huffed and tried closing the door on him. Thomas held the door open and stared me down.

“Then why go out with John” He asked me with hurt in his eyes.

“It’s none of your business, Tom. Go home” I stated and tried to close the front door again, but it was no use.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Tommy asked angrily. I wanted to curse him out but instead I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the front stoop with him and shut the door behind me.

“Thomas I’m trying to move on. The same as you did weeks ago with that blonde girl. I’m tired of you being in my life” I huffed and nearly cried. Just a minute later rain started to pour onto us. I felt cold drops trickle down my shoulders and looked down at them sliding down my arms.

When suddenly Thomas asked me, “…Why don’t you want me in your life, Y/N” This time with a fallen face and broken-down demeanor.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I wasn’t prepared to tell him anything about what I saw those past weeks ago. “You need to go Thomas…I-I can’t handle this right now” I croaked and tried to pull myself together.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on” He raised his voice and stared at me deeply with his light blue eyes. The rain had trickled down his head by now, making his dark hair completely wet and straight. He looked good and it just pissed me off even more.

“I never kissed anyone in front of you! Never fucking liked…anyone other than you. And then you go off with other people disappearing for weeks” I cried out and avoided his gaze.

“I didn’t think you wanted me. You ignored me every time we all went drinking. That’s why I went for Grace, but she was using me. Trying to find our guns. Trying to end our company. That’s why I had to leave. I was off the grid” Thomas explained. I sighed and sat on my front steps. Not caring if the rain made me wetter, I just needed to think properly.

“I can't let you go Y/N. Not like this. Nothings started between us. I’ve never got to tell you how I felt” Thomas spoke from behind me.“Y/N look at me” He ordered. I turned to face him, and he stepped down a stair, sitting beside me with his body turned fully towards me.

“I rather die than hurt you. I wish I never did. I don’t want to lose you Y/N” Thomas confessed. I stared at him completely breathless, my hair dripping wet with rainwater. Thomas placed his hands on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I fell into his caress. “Please Y/N” He begged. I started to cry softly, and he wrapped me into his arms. Hugging me with an urgent tightness. I’ve never felt so comforted by anyone like that. “Tell me what you want…be honest, me or John” He gave me an ultimatum. My cheeks flushed a vibrant red color as I left his embrace and stared into his inviting gaze.

“You really don’t know who I like do you…” I asked him.

“I really don’t Y/N…you’re driving me insane right now. Waltzing in with him” He spoke with frustration.

“Me? Like you didn’t drive me to insanity weeks ago? You’ll be fine” I laughed in his face as the rain fully poured down onto us.

“I need you” He spoke, his voice much deeper than it was before.

“And I need a mental vacation but we don’t always get our way Thomas Shelby” I sighed and placed my hands on the stairs, holding myself up.

“Why are you doing this? You just figure when one person finally moves on that you can just come back, and everything would be normal again? You don’t understand how miserable I was because of you. John had to get me out of bed just to be a person again. And you think you can come over once and propose an ultimatum and make everything fine. I’m sick of it Thomas Shelby” I confessed with anger making my blood boil.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. For everything. I didnt know what happened to you. I didn’t even think you cared. No one told me where you went and i had to lay low. I wrote millions of letters i never got to send. I promise I will make everything up to you. Just tell me who you want the most” He pleaded and shuffled closer to me.

“It’s never been John…from the start you were the only person I wanted” I admitted. Getting near his familiar ocean blue eyes was enough for me to become lightheaded. He placed a hand on my wet cheek once more, staring back into my soul like he saw right through me. Rain drops trickled down his forehead making his jaw look even more chiseled.

He carefully placed his thumb on my bottom lip and swiped over it softly. “I’d really like it if you were all mine…permanently” Thomas growled.

“I’ve only been waiting for months” I mumbled out before he leaned in close and kissed me roughly like he yearned for this moment for centuries. The rain came down so hard i couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back. Tasting a mix of my own salty tears and rain water diluting them. I locked my lips against Thomas’ with him repeating back the same way. We shared sloppy, compelling kisses that didn’t stop until we both had to come up for air. When we did, Thomas pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” He breathed.

“Me too.” I smiled. “Let’s go get warmed up. I have wine waiting inside” I offered.

“Sounds like a dream” Thomas spoke and stood up off of the stairs, grabbing my hand and pulling me up in one go. The night ended with us lying in bed without clothes, overly drunk and tangled in the sheets. His big arms holding me tight as we drifted off into a good night’s sleep.

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gamblersdoll · 4 months ago

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Thankyou for answering my question!

This week is 2 years since my best friend was killed, grief sucks ass and not in the fun way.

I’d love to request a Katsuki x fem!reader who’s best friend passed away suddenly and how he helps them cope with it

Thanks DV! <3

first off, my condolences. angst turned to fluff

an: i hope this was satisfactory, added some things a bit.

two years since they died, and it still feels like yesterday since it all happened. the memories of the constant confusion, the fact they weren’t answering the phone, to getting the call that they had perished in the worse way possible.

you remember feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, the other person on the line barely giving any answers, a reason, nor comfort to the sobs that you choked out and feeling the world starting to spin.

luckily, katsuki was there just ready to help. he knew what death felt like, experiencing it briefly himself when he was merely sixteen in a war he shouldn’t have been in. he held you until you couldnt cry anymore, only rubbing circles in your back and stay quiet, warming his palm and reach over in the mini fridge to grab you water.

but yet, it was two years ago when they had perished. and here were you, stuck in bed and have yet to get up. along the lines of nightmares, the days that led up to their death, the last phone call from them, all just to everyone not even answering your questions.. you hated how depression and grief got to you. especially just doing motor functions or basics of life.

your job had given you the week off, knowing how it was and they graciously believed in mental health. and you needed the week anyway..

yet, you still feel stuck, your mind still in and out of the black waves of your pain and emptiness that you felt without having them here. you couldnt be social after that, feeling like it would be wrong to have a new best friend or just have a associate. your head hurt, becoming dehydrated from the lack of water you consumed. and somehow though? even if you didnt drink anything, you had to pee. yet, you physically can’t move.

everything felt way too heavy to even get up, costing your skin to become dry and scaly, your bladder becoming full and kidneys starting to hurt from the back up. you started to lose some pounds due to everything.. and you felt like you were going crazy—

“bad day, huh?” katsuki enters, kicking off his boots and taking off his gauntlets. he struts over, a gloved hand wiping tears and hair from your face. “you eat yet?”

you shook your head no, him nodding and scooping you up.

“can tell youve been in bed all day, dragon breath.” he mumbles, hearing your distasteful groans and plopping you onto the porcelain seat. “youve gotta piss though, cant fuck up your kidneys.” he reminds, the water faucet running and he dobbles a dip of toothpaste on the bristles, pressing your lip up and drawing circles on your teeth with the toothbrush.

“you dont have to baby me, katsuki.” you mumble, him snapping his fingers and quietly telling you to stick your tongue out so he can use the tongue scraper on you. “this is embarrassing” you say with your mouth open.

“try again?” he asks, pulling the scrapper away.

“it’s embarrassing you have to do this..” you say, him flicking your forehead. “ow!”

“yer my gahdamn girl, ain’t nothin’ embarrassing about me takin’ care of you.” he says, pointing at the mouthwash cup next to you. “now swish. im going to go get dinner started and get some clothes for your bath.”

you sigh, nodding your head, no strength in fighting with him. you hear the bath faucet start up, the strong current of water flooding into the tub and watching the stream go in.

“arms up.” he says, pulling your shirt over your head and tying your hair up. your pants were already off, due to him forcing you to express your bladder. he scoops you up again, gently sitting you into the bath and turning the water off. “stay here, ill bring you everything.”

maybe about fifteen, twenty minutes had passed? you don’t remember, the concept of time was little to non existent right now. but you hear him come in with some pasta, had cajun in it. and luckily, just a shirt and shorts to keep you in.

“you didnt have to do all of this.” you say, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion and potential tears bubbling down your face. “i should be able to do all of these things, im a grown woman.”

he only sits and listens, him picking up a rag and gently scrubbing your back, neck and shoulders. “let me tell you something,”

your ears perk up, slowly lifting the fork and eating the portion of pasta.

“when izuku lost his quirk, i was like this too a bit.” he says, recalling the day that allmight and izuku told katsuki after everything they had went through, he had been back to quirkless. “it was like a piece of me had died, and it felt like i had nothing to rely on, or anything.”

“yet, the only things that really helped me were a goal, and the extras around me that were in my ear everyday.” he says, watching your face light up just a little bit, turning up to look at him. “the memories of izuku being quirkless didnt die, we just.. made him a suit that did everything he did.”

“their memories dont have to die either, all you just have to figure out or remember is what they always told you.” he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers, and he watches your nose scrunch. “i know they arent the same, definitely not, but im trying.”

“it.. it helps, since youre here feeding me and washing my ass.” you chuckled, him rolling his eyes and scoffing in a joking manner. “thank you, katsuki.”

“you want me to shave yer pits too?” he asks, water being splashed at him and he growls. “cut the shit, forest fire.”

“choke on my smoke.” you say, doing the great lord explosion god dynamights impression.

they always told you several different things, being along the lines of them loving you, about how close they were to you, or about their obsession with bumblebees.

bumblebees? like.. the transformer or the actual insect? no, definitely the insect.

and with the turn of your head, finishing up putting on your clothes and hearing katsuki go down the stairs with the bowls of the eaten pasta , you saw them.

the biggest bumblebee that they raved about.

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rixsjwb · 6 months ago

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roommate toji x blk fem!reader. belongs to me

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you've never minded having a roommate until now. toji fushiguro, always disappearing into the early days and coming back in the dark night.

he was somebody who you had mixed feelings about. He could be nice if he wanted to, but he's mostly a grumpy ol' man. in the middle of the night, you'd wake up to loud bangging on the door to reveal toji, his arms rest just above the door hinges, stretching his arm in the process as he gruffly says. "can' i come in?" You move to the side, your eyes barely even open from the drowsy state you were in.

you sit yourself on the couch, your body in autopilot moving to lay down on the couch, closing your once again as you fall into the abyss, but your eyes shoot open when you suddenly feel your floating. only to notice you were being carried by toji, his hand fitting like a puzzle piece to the curvature of tour ass, but that memories a blur due to the sleepiness.

when you wake up in the morning cooking some breakfast, frying some bacon and eggs with a waffle you've come acostume to making 2x the amount you usually make. cutting up fruits to get your vitamins and a classic cup of water to stay hydrated. you notice a grumpy looking man erupt from his room a yawn leaving his scared lip as he scratches just under his arm.

you plate the breakfast before sliding it towards toji as he takes a seat, watching as you move around in the kitchen, placing the ingredients back to their original place. your silky nightgown left little to imagine as your lushous curves were in the flesh, but toji pushes his thoughts away silently, munching away at the breakfast you've made.

it was quiet throughout the morning. When you hit the shower, you heard some faint noise of a door opening and clothing, and once you finished getting dressed, you noticed that toji was once again gone.

around 11:12 p.m., you found yourself chilling on the porch of your house scrolling on your phone to pass time as you stared out into the distance.

a rumble of an engine coming near the area caught your attention, you watch as an all black bike pulls up, a man dressed in a black compression shirt and black jeans that outline his meaty and buff build. his appreance looked familiar.

you watch as he parks just outside of your home, kicking down the stand to hold the bike up, and turning the key in the ignition off, the neighborhood going quiet.

with his helmet that was still on, you watch as he hops off the bike, sending you a glance before he seemingly heads closer to you. taking a seat right beside you before finally taking off his helmet.

"toji?" you aloud confused as your met with your roommate,he let's out a gruff 'hm?" before talking "what'r y'doin outside?" before you could answer he's picks you up throwing you around his shoulder like your a sack of potatoes.

his hand just below the curvature of your ass as his hand rubs the side of your thight. once inside your familiar shared home, he ploped you on the couch turning on the TV.

his favorite show about cars on.

his hand hadn't left your lap groping the fat of your thigh before giving it a light slap. you remember the bowl of strawberries you left near the table in the kitchen, going to fetch for it coming back to sit beside toji.

before you could feast into them first, tojis fat fingers plucked out 3 strawberries with just 2 fingers, throwing them into his mouth as he munched without a care in the world.

you send him a glare, but he doesn't seem to care, sending another light slap to your thighs with a mutter "yer mine." Before nuzzling his stubble beard over your face, causing you to squirm from his grasp with soft chuckles leaving your mouth.

this was a habit of tojis. eating your food without your permission. It was frustrating, but you've gotten used to it now.

your favorite drink would be gone, but by night It'd magically appear back into your fridge.

and one lucky day if toji came back early from wherever the hell he goes to throughout the day he'd spend his time with you.

playing with your coils as he watches his favorite show, and if you pay close enough attention, you'd notice him admiring your beautiful face. sometimes you'd find a wad of cash on the table pretty much just left their with no comment. but you figured out it was tojis way of paying rent. even though he was late as hell.

he buys buckets of KFC for you when he comes home late because he knows you love KFC 🍗 might even get some watermelon with it, too, AND Kool-Aid.

but he was your roommate, after all.

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