#eat a bullet fucker!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
how the fuck do you calm yourself down from wanting to completely rip into those dudes on dating app who just saw the non-mono tag on your profile didn't read any further then texted you the most offensive shit and now you just wanna rip his head off
#I am really holding myself back here holy shit#no alex I am not in an open relationship LIKE YOU#I am fucking poly which is fucking different#and dude you describe yourself as conservative how have you fucking looked at my profile and decided sure she's gonna like me and will#become my new fwb#FUCK OFF DUDE#I haven't been that angry about online dating in a bit motherfucker#I need to add to this because the not so hidden misogyny is making me vomit:#he wants âa women to have fun with but she should also have sth in her headâ#eat a bullet fucker!#and he is quite famous in his field (â5 digit of people listen to what he says so it must be interestingâ)#drive yourself off a cliff please I beg you#âexcept for ballsports and laying tiles he could beat me at everythingâ#gosh I just wanna end this guy's ability to ever talk to a woman again#I might almost start to feel sorry for his wife but who knows
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
could i request mean!ellie fucking you with her strap while wearing a suit? including a daddy kink if possible đ
mine
dark! mafia ellie x fem! reader
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, mean and dark ellie, jealousy, death of a second character, ellie commits murder, begging, guns, strap on! sex (r receiving), teasing, ellie being a menace, rough fucking, daddy kink, praise kink, praising, ass smacking, cum eating, use of good girlâŠ
okay but what about mafia! ellie pissed the fuck off âcause one of her allies couldnât just stay the fuck away from you during the mafia dinner; complimenting you, touching your hair, your dress. so she just had to show the motherfucker his place, and you, yours.
âyou enjoyed it, huh? enjoyed the attention?â she groaned, her hips harshly smacking your ass as she pistoned into you, fucking your absolute brains out. âenjoyed that fucker gushing for you?!â
ân-no, daddy! i swear!â you cried out, your perfectly manicured nails digging on her desks wood, in which she had bent you over before dicking you down.
you whimpered at the sting of her hand landing on your ass in a harsh smack.
âit didnât look that way to me. do you like it? like it when someone else rather than daddy touches you? you want him to fuck you?â
âno!â you shook your head, stuttering due to her relentless pace.
âlouder. say it louder. who do you belong to?â
âto you daddy!â
âwhose pussy is this?â another smack. her thrusts were kissing your cervix.
âyours daddy! my pussy is yours!â you babbled in between moans and whimpers.
âfucking right. youâre fucking mine.â she smirked. looking at the man tied to a chair in front of the two of you, muffled, watching. ânow say it to him, baby.â
your watery eyes found the manâs, your lips puckering in a moan.
âiâm daddyâs. only daddyâs.â your high pitch voice promised.
âatta girl. thatâs daddyâs girl.â you cried at the harsh thrust she gave you, one of her hands âthe one that wasnât forcefully pushing your head down against the woodâ found your clit, overstimulating you. ânow show him how much does this pussy love my cock baby. cum for me. give him a show before i blow his brains out.â you moaned, crying out âdaddy, daddy, daddyâs! in between sobs as she ripped out of you an orgasm so big your ears rang and vision went white. âfuuck. good girl baby. soaking my fucking cock.â she chuckled, fucking you through it, watching your cum gather on the silicone. once you were completely fucked out of your mind, she pulled out, drops of cum splattering on her carpet.
she hummed, her hand circling her cock to pump it, your cum slicking her fingers as she made her way towards the man who had dared to touch you, to even breath beside you.
âyou see this?â she inquired, bending over the man with her soaking hand showing. she slowly pushed her cum-covered fingers inside her mouth, smirking at the teary eyes of the man who muffled pardons for his life. âmine.â she whispered on his ear, the gun she had extracted out of her leather belt on the other side of the manâs head, against his temple.
that was the last thing he heard, ellieâs piercing eyes the last thing he saw, and the rope against the skin of his wrists and the napkin in his mouth suffocating him the last thing he felt. âcause thank god he didnât felt the piercing of the bullet across his head, blowing up his brains.
ellie didnât even flinch, wouldnât even have nightmares about the dying light in his eyes as she saved her gun and made her way towards you once again, taking you in between her arms to pull you away from the body and to guide the two of you towards your room.
âi swear i didnât mean it daddy. i only love youâŠâ you whispered against her neck, and she hummed, kissing your head.
âi know baby. it was his fault. for touching whatâs mine.â
#ellie williams the last of us#ellie williams tlou#tlou ellie#ellie x reader#ellie#ellie williams smut#ellie smut#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams tlou2#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie williams fan fiction#ellie willams x reader#tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou imagine#tlou smut#tlou fluff#tlou2#tlou x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
what if the resistance tried to, and somehow failed to kill monster!konigs mate? I know you said they usually do mercy kills but how would Konig react?
If you think you were a prisoner before, you need to rethink your whole freaking existence. You were allowed even too much before - eat outside of your room, follow your monster-husband-owner around, sometimes even explore the base while Konig was away for ten minutes or so, allowing you to stretch your legs just a little...well, it's all gone now. You don't even remember how you got caught by human resistance - you just remember standing there, in the middle of the battle, a bullet passing you only barely. It scrapped your side, dangerously close to the swell of your egg-filled tummy, and Konig thought he might just die on the spot. He can try to convince himself that you don't matter, that he can just ask for the cleaning squad to let his annoying little pet wife disappear after she is no longer useful...but he knows it's false, he is lying to himself, and failing at it. You're his everything - his mate, his pet, his precious incubator, and the most perfect being to ever lay in his nest. When he saw the humans getting their dirty hands on you...god, he wanted nothing more but to ignore the treaty with humans, all the laws about not eradicating humanity as a species, and wedge war against every single one of the fuckers trying to hurt his wife. When you cling to him, barely escaping certain death, he knows he will never let you outside your room again. If you lose the eggs from stress, he wouldn't even care about the clutch - he only cares about you, dumb and trembling in his hands, too freaking fragile to even think about resisting or escaping anymore. If eggs are safe inside, he almost wants to stop breeding you like this, putting you in such a dummied-out fragile state that you can't even resist attackers trying to kill you. This incident is forcing Konig to finally confront his feelings about you - and to hell with any of his subordinates who think that pamper and coddle your pet humans is too unmanly. He will bathe you with gifts and best nest materials, even allow you to wear clothes to hide the wounds while you're still sensitive...
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
HEY ASHHH!!! hope youre doing amazing HOW ABOUT SARCASTIC READER (tony stark kinda personalityđđ) WITH DARYL AAGHH IT WOULD BE SO COOL like readers always so careless
A Friend
⧠Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
⧠Era : Season 4
⧠Pronouns : she/her
⧠Genre : Fluff
⧠Word Count : 3.5k
AN ~ Hiii! Thank you for this request, I love the idea! I think any kind of sarcastic character paired with Daryl is just perfect. Iâm not super confident on how this one came out but I tried to just work with it lol. Hope you enjoy!
You felt the hot sun beating down onto your skin the longer you stood outside, causing you to have to constantly wipe your forehead every few minutes to get rid of the sweat that pooled there. Your arms continued to burn with how many walkers you kept having to stab on the outsides of the fences, their arms trying to come through the openings to claw at you. You had the privilege and the honor of taking on this job today as Rick instructed, while his happy ass stayed inside and did a count of all the weapons and bullets we had. Making checklists if you will while you were stuck out here working your ass off.
Over the course of a few months, you had all been able to live peacefully inside this prison now without the Governor trying to kill everyone twenty four seven. It was relieving, but the problem you all seemed to have to deal with now were all the walkers built up along the fences, attempting to push their way in. No one knew what exactly caused this to be such a problem, maybe the loudness that everyone provided now with how many of you lived on the other sides of the gates. But it had become a pain to deal with to say the least.
You gritted your teeth as you took your weapon to stab another through the skull, moving down to the one below it, and then the one below the next, trying to take them out as fast as possible. Though suddenly you felt a cold pair of hands grasp onto your wrist, your eyes snapping up to see one from the left had a death grip on you. Literally. You yanked your arm back the moment it registered in your head, taking the blade and stabbing it through the eye, seeing its blood go everywhere.
You huffed out a harsh breath, âFucker.â you muttered to yourself as you shook out your hand, stepping away from them for a moment to take a small break.
You reached down for your water bottle that you had placed off to the side, raising it up to your mouth to take a drink, feeling the coolness glide down your throat effortlessly. It wasnât nearly enough to cool you down completely, but it was still better than nothing.Â
Your eyes then drifted around to the many people outside the prison walls, working, eating, talking with one another. It was nice to see the larger community you had now when it was once just a small and tight knit group. Everything was expanding and growing, and you liked the look of it. But then your gaze trailed off to the left, and you really liked the look of that instead.
Daryl was hunched over the side of his bike as he tinkered with it, using a variety of tools and cursing under his breath sometimes when he couldnât get it just right. Though that wasnât the only thing you were focusing on. The way his arms flexed beautifully with every tug and pull he seemed to do, it was causing you to feel even hotter than you were before if that were even possible. And the sweat glistening on his skin while he worked, you couldâve sworn you were drooling a little. God he was hot.
Blinking rapidly, you managed to snap yourself out of it as you turned away before he could notice you staring, looking down towards the ground for a moment to compose yourself. Lord only knows there was just something about that man that you weren't able to resist, but the downside about that was, you knew he hardly even noticed or felt the same. The two of you had never really been the closest, in fact you barely even talked at all for the most part. He was more of a loner type, preferring to be on his own than socialize with other people. But hey, you canât blame a girl for hoping. You then just put all your attention back to killing the remaining walkers outside the fence, wanting to get it done as fast as possible.
But you found you only lasted about another hour before you were completely over it, needing something else to do to pass the time but also make yourself useful. You found yourself wandering back towards the building as a few other members took over for you at the fence, lingering near the garages before your eyes suddenly spotted some fishing rods. You remembered how Glenn brought those back recently with the intention to use them at a lake just a few miles from here, in hopes of catching other types of food besides deer and squirrel.
You only saw the opportunity for a split second before you just decided to take it. After all it was something to do, and something that wouldnât want to make you die while doing. You practically skipped over to the supplies laid out, grabbing the two fishing poles and the tacklebox filled with some bait, before heading back towards the gate so the person on watch could let you out.
The walk down towards the large lake was a breeze, giving you an actual opportunity to clear your head for a moment as you could finally get away from the constant snarls of the walkers. You could hardly even step outside anymore before the sound was already ringing in your ears. But out here it was peaceful, calm, and approaching the lake even further, seeing a wooden dock coming into view, it felt even more so.
You stepped out onto the wooden platform and instantly got to work, placing some bait on the hook, before casting the line out into the water, pulling at it a little every once and a while to get the fake fish to move around. You sat in silence for the longest time now, it then suddenly hit you all at once how boring this was to do alone with no one else to keep you company. How there wasnât a single sound to be heard or even anything interesting to look atâŠnothing. A sigh then passed your lips as you held the rod loosely in one hand while resting your chin in the other, the silence now growing even more so.
That is until you heard a distinct noise. Footsteps approaching you from behind, heavy ones too, marching against the dock pretty loudly as they inched closer to you. Your eyes then peered over your shoulder, trying to not show the shock you felt when you saw it was Daryl coming up to you, crossbow in hand and a typical serious look on his face.
âThe hell you doin?â he asked once he was close enough, eyeing the supplies that surrounded your figure, before his gaze returned to you.
Your brows furrowed. Was he serious?
âOh you know, justâŠskydiving.â you said with a shrug, your tone coming out monotone and serious as your eyes squinted up towards him because of the bright sun behind his head.
He scoffed to himself at your sarcastic answer, his permanent scowl intensifying as he didn't open his mouth to speak again, causing you to roll your eyes. âIâm fishing-â
âI know that girl.â he cut you off, âI mean why the hell did ya come out here alone in the middle of the damn day?â he spat, literally. With the way he spoke so harshly he accidentally spit on your skin as he hovered above you.
You blinked a few times in slight disgust, âItâs a free country sprinkles,â you commented dryly as you wiped your cheeks, âAnd anyway, I needed to get away from all the constant noise back there. Didnât think it would be that big of an issue.â you informed with widened eyes.
His expression continued to remain neutral as he nearly glared down towards you in almost disbelief. Was it because you came out here alone? Because you talked back to him? Or because you pointed out the literal shower coming out of his mouth, you werenât completely sure. But he didnât seem to want to say another word.
âOkayâŠâ you trailed off awkwardly as you turned back around to face the water, preparing to just ignore his presence now until he decided to go away. He always did with interactions like this. You would know that better than anyone.
Though this whole interaction confused you slightly. He never seemed to care when you, or anyone else for that matter, went off on their own like this, so why the hell was this situation any different? Maybe he was on his man period or something, who knows. But still, besides the spitting, you couldnât help but shake how hot he still looked in the sunlight. A part of you almost wished that he would stay.
But after a few lingering minutes, you still felt his hovering presence behind you as he continued to say nothing, yet he continued to stand behind you firmly in place. The whole thing was weird and was honestly starting to make you a little uncomfortable, just wanting to know what was going on in his head.
So you glanced back up at him, âOkay, either leave or come sit down.â you said bluntly, âYour stare is making me itchy.â
He stood there for only a moment or two longer, clearly debating in his head, before moving closer towards the edge where you sat and took a seat for himself with a sigh. His actions honestly surprised you, almost expecting him to just walk away with some kind of grumble under his breath. But it was safe to say he threw you off guard a little bit. That, and he managed to not say something assholey.
âDonât want yer dumbass somehow gettin yerself killed out here.â
Ah. Never mind.
Your eyes narrowed towards him as you looked at the side of his face, âYou think I canât handle myself or something?â
âI know ya canât.â he replied without missing a beat.
You scoffed to yourself, âOh you better watch yourself, Iâll make you eat those words. I could take your ass down if I really wanted to.â
Now it was his turn to scoff as he truly didnât believe a single word coming out of your mouth, âAlrightâŠâ
Rolling your eyes at his response, you reached around behind you to pull out the other fishing rod and held it out to him, âMake yourself useful at least.â you said with a pointed glance.
He eyed the thing in your hand for a long moment, making you think for a moment that he wasnât even going to try. But again, he seemed to surprise you. He snatched it out of your grasp with a small huff, turning to put some bait on the hook just as you did before throwing the line out onto the lake, a bored expression written on his face.
Well this should be fun.
For a while, you two only sat in complete silence, but it wasnât one that was uncomfortable. In fact you didnât mind it in the slightest. He was out here keeping an eye on you, helping you bring something back to the community and it was not something you would be complaining about anytime soon. He sat fairly close to you to the point where you could briefly smell the lingering scent of cigarettes on his clothes. You felt that anyone else would be slightly bothered by the smell, but in all honesty, you loved it.
You didnât know how much time had passed before Daryl began to shift uncomfortably where he sat, his movements bringing your attention to him. He looked a little stiff, almost uncomfortable as his posture was a little rough around the edges.
âYou alright there?â you asked with a raised brow.
He groaned a little as he straightened up, âMy backâs fuckin killin meâŠâ he huffed as he continued to squirm a little bit now.
Amusement crossed your features once he said that, âReally? Damn, how old are you?â
His face however was far from amused as he looked back at you with some kind of pointed look, narrowing ever so slightly that caused you to back off. â...Tough crowdâŠâ you muttered while turning your attention back to the lake.
You could briefly see out of the corner of your vision, his eyes were still on you as he let out somewhat of a loud and lingering sigh. âForty three.â he answered almost regrettably.
It was obvious you were surprised, slowly turning back to face him, glancing over his features before you let out a small, âhuh.â
His eyes rolled, âYeah, go ahead and say whatever, I can feel it comin.â he spoke bitterly as he tugged a little on his pole again.
You laughed a little to yourself, âCalm down, I wasnât going to say anything bad.â
âAlrightâŠsure.â he spoke again, clearly not believing it as he didnât look at you again.
âI was actually going to say you donât look itâŠsoâŠâ you trailed off, your words far from a lie at what first popped into your head. It was honestly hard to believe, thinking to yourself that he looked like he was at least in his mid thirties.
But those words took him a little off guard, looking back towards you to see if you were actually telling the truth, before letting his guard down a little as he felt a little warmth in his chest, âOhâŠthanksâŠI guess.â
You nodded sincerely, âYouâre welcomeâŠgrandpa.â
The sound surprised you. It even surprised him. But Daryl couldnât help the sudden laugh he let out at your little jab, covering his mouth as he chuckled to himself in surprise that you said that so effortlessly. Even he had to admit, it was a good one.
You even smiled a little to yourself at the unexpected reaction, seeing him calm down a little as he spoke next, âManâŠI guess I walked into that one, Iâll give ya thatâŠâ
You dipped your head as you did a little bow from where you sat, âOh thank you, thank you, Iâll be here all week.â
He chuckled quietly again at your sarcastic attitude, wondering to himself for a moment why he hadnât spent this kind of time with you before. You were both in the same group for a good amount of time, nearly the whole time, and yet neither of you never really sought each other out. The two of you just never had gotten to know one another that well he assumed. But regardless, he supposed it was nice to do it now. Better late than never.
âWhyâŠwhy havenât we done this kinda stuff before?â he found himself asking out loud, just a slip of his tongue as he didnât exactly mean to voice his thoughts like that to you. Though he almost couldnât help it as he seemed to want to know your point of view.
But nonetheless you responded. âCause youâre always too busy with bingo.â
He found himself laughing again, hearing you join in after a moment as your quick comebacks seemed to throw him off yet again, âAlright, alright, enough of that shit. Yer gonna make me feel ancient if ya keep it up.â
You laughed again with a shake of your head, âSorryâŠbut honestlyâŠyou kind of intimidate me.â
His brows furrowed a little in confusion, thinking to himself that you of all people wouldnât have been intimidated in the slightest. Especially because of how long you knew him. â...Really?â
Your gaze ducked a little, âWhat? You see yourself as some big teddy bear or something, youâre not exactly Mr. Rogers.â
Daryl couldnât stop the smirk from forming on his face at the comparison, nodding along as if you had a point, âFair. JustâŠdidnât think ya saw me like that.â
âWell, if it helpsâŠI donât anymore. Itâs nice to see you laughâŠyou know, showing some human emotion.â
The small smile he had still hung on his face as he looked at you, nodding again towards you, âItâs nice hearin ya laugh too.â he commented a bit quietly.
You smiled in return, not saying anything else as you were left completely content at where this ended up. You already liked looking at him, that was a given, but you also found yourself liking to see this other side to him as well. The side where he could actually let loose for once instead of putting up this whole tough guy act. And though you didnât hear him admit it out loud, you knew he liked it too.
Though after only a few minutes of comfortable silence that fell over the two of you, he spoke up again as he squinted his eyes up at the sun, âDamn itâs hot out here.â he commented casually.
You on the other hand practically lit up at the opportunity that was given to you, staying quiet for a moment as you only nodded in agreement to his statement. He thought you couldnât handle yourself against him? Not being able to catch him off guard? Challenge accepted.
Your eyes trailed down to the water just in front of you, leaning in a bit as you pretend to look at something below the surface, âHey, do you see that?â you asked as you pointed.
His eyes looked toward you, before leaning down a bit as well to try and make out where you were gesturing to, âHuh? Where?â
âRight there.â you pointed again.
He felt a little stupid as he saw nothing, squinting his eyes more as he leaned a bit closer, â...Where?â
âItâs rightâŠâ you trailed off as your other hand moved up to his back, âThere!â you said as you gently shoved him into the water, hearing him gasp before he fell face first into the lake with a splash. His reaction alone caused you to quite literally fall over laughing, hugging your sides as you giggled uncontrollably.
He then came back up with a breath, looking at you with a pointed glare as he was now completely soaked, âWhat the hellâs wrong with ya?â he asked angrily as he shook his head a little for the water that surely got in his ears.
You laughed even harder than before, âYou said it was hot.â you pointed out as you laughed again to yourself, âPlus, I just made you eat your words.â you spoke cockily, referring to what he claimed earlier.
He stayed in place for a long moment absolutely dumbfounded, but then again he wasnât planning on just letting you off the hook like that. He was absolutely drenched and pissed.
You began to notice the serious look he had on his face and you quickly calmed down, âHey, Iâm sorry, it was a joke.â you said as you leaned down a bit lower and reached out to him, âHere.â you offered to help him back up.
The man didnât even need to think. No hesitation whatsoever.Â
He quickly took your hand and pulled you into the water right along with him, hearing your small scream before you fell clumsily into the water. He chuckled to himself as he backed up, seeing your head pop back up almost instantly with shock written all over your features. But then again, you and him both knew you deserved it a little.
âYou asshole!â you yelled playfully as you sent a splash toward his face.
âOh, Iâm the asshole?â he yelled back as he sent a splash back towards you, âYou started this girl.â he chuckled as he kept pushing the water towards you.
That only caused the two of you to linger and splash each other in the water for quite a long time, neither of you even caring about the amount of time passing by. You were having a good time, playing around in the lake felt incredible on such a hot day like today. And neither of you could deny that each other's company, that was pretty nice too. You couldnât even remember the last time you had laughed this hard, the situation alone causing you to be taken aback for a moment that Daryl was the one to bring out that side of you again. But it was refreshing, along with the cool water the two of you swam in for a few hours.
Though as the hour grew late and your fingers were starting to get pruney, you both collectively decided to get out and back up to the surface, ringing out your clothes all the while as you prepared for the walk back to the prison.
âNo luck with the fishin, huh?â Daryl asked as he shook his head a little, the water droplets from his hair landing on you with how close the two of you were.
You sighed a little as you glanced back at the supplies you brought, âGuess not.â you commented, âButâŠI do think I found myself a new fishing buddy.â you said as you glanced back at him with a smile.
He looked at you for a moment before scoffing dismissively, âWe ainât no fishin buddies, that shitâs stupid.â he said with a chuckle as he moved around you to begin to gather up the stuff on the dock.
Your mouth dropped in offense, âOh come on, it would be fun, grandpaâs love fishing.â you teased him as you watched him gather up all the supplies in his arms.
âStop.â he said dryly as he brushed past you, beginning to walk back towards the prison.
You sighed dramatically, âWell at least bring out the joke book and humor me, itâs going to be a long walk back.â
âI swear to God, girlâŠâ he grumbled a little at your teasing. But as much as he didnât want you to see it, there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at your words. And maybe a little amusement in his eyes too. Perhaps this whole thing was just the startâŠmaybe he had finally found someone he could laugh and joke with. Someone he could call a friend.
~ Thanks for reading! (also, i am working on a part two for older, itâs just taking me some time. but i promise itâs on the way;))
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon x oc#daryl fanfiction#daryl twd#daryl dixon the walking dead#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x original character#daryl dixon imagine#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x female reader#the walking dead imagine#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead daryl#the walking dead#twd daryl dixon#twd daryl#twd fanfiction#twd#norman reedus#norman reedus fanfiction#norman reedus x reader
413 notes
·
View notes
Text
summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is in maranello but that doesn't mean he can't help. part one.
word count: 1.3k
content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), porn with a dash of plot, use of explicit language, phone/skype sex, masturbation, toys, overstimulation, praise kink, google-translated french (kay strikes again), fluff, i still really like em dashes
a/n: part twooooooooo! (you can totally read this before part iâthis is just a sister smutlet ;) ) i've been really pleased with the response to part i, so i was super duper motivated to get this cranked out for you guys. there's mentions to previous encounters, and i'm very tempted to flesh those out in the future along with the allusions to future events. anyways, eat up! enjoy, loves! xx
You could be a tease, but Charles Leclerc was a bigger one. Â
âCharles, I swear to God thatââ
âThat what, chĂ©rie? Hm?,â he asked as he quirked an eyebrow to you, waiting for you to answer as he watched over the Skype call. You let out a frustrated sigh, sinking back into the bed and allowing your thighs to relax once more.
âSo impatient, mon angeâŠ,â he chided, hand working slowly, lazily over his length. You were on the doorstep of your climax when heâd suddenly cut the power to the delicious little bullet in your hand. Heâd been teasing you for a solid thirty minutes now, listening to soft moans and needy whines as he built you up before allowing your orgasm to recede away once more.
You scoffed, brow furrowing and lid heavy with need. âWell yes, but-butâ,â you stammered as you tried to think of some good reason why you just needed to come. You couldnâtâno reason that would be particularly compelling when he was like this.
As much as you enjoyed your games with your fiancé, your thighs were beginning to cramp and you swore you were going to have to change the sheets now, too.
Youâd gotten on your usual Wednesday night call, mood worse than usual. Itâd been a long day and you were just ready to put it all behind you, bury yourself in the fluffy duvet of your shared bed, and scroll TikTok aimlessly for a few hours to allow yourself the time to rot in peace.
Charles, on the other hand, had other ideas. If heâd been there, heâd have happily buried his head between your legs until you couldnât put together a coherent thought and the tension had melted from your shoulders and jaw. Seeing as he was in Maranello, though, he had to find another way to get you in a better headspace.
Enter: the vibrator.
Well, a remote-controlled bullet. One that he could control with an app on his phone, the bastard. Some men found toys in the bedroom to be a competitor, but the Monégasque saw them as an accomplice of sorts; they were friends, not enemies.
In the moment, though, the little fucker sure as hell seemed like an enemy to you.
âPlease, baby,â you whined for him, pouting with glossy eyes to the camera, âyou already know itâs been a long day.â
Charles hummed, taking pity on you as he turned the vibe on once more to a low-power setting. You took a stunted breath, eyes closing as pleasure rolled through you once again. The sound went straight to his cock, angry red in his hand as precum leaked over the vice grip he held it in.
âThankyouthankyouthankyou,â you whimpered fervently as the toy kicked up another speed, sending you careening towards your climax.
âI wish I could be there, chĂ©rie,â he coaxed as he watched you start panting once again, breaths coming in stuttering bursts with whines trapped in the back of your throat. âJ'adore entendre tous ces jolis sons, ma jolie,â Charles purred, pulling a particularly pitiful moan from you. He laughed as he ticked the power up another notch, âOuiâjuste comme ça, chĂ©rie.â
You could feel your orgasm coming at you hot and fast, mouth falling open as your hips dug into the soft material of the mattress. A tear spilled from the corner of your eye at the sheer sting of need coming into full view, one of your hands planting hard into the bed beside you as your eyes rolled back in reflex.
âCharles, please, I-I-Iââ
âCâest bon, minette,â he soothed, his own desire starting to rear its head, âLet goâlet it all go for me, mm?â He set the devilish little toy onto full blast, and you didnât wait for him to rethink his offer.
You babbled half-coherently as something melted in the pit of your belly, washing over your senses until your ears rang and your legs buzzed. You could feel your sweat pooling in the small of your back as loose strands of hair stuck to your forehead and neck from the matching sheen that covered them, and your partner had turned the bullet to its lowest power setting to nurse you through the aftershocks that rocked your hips. You were well and truly dripping at this point, a small wet spot forming under you on the white sheets. You really should have put down a towel before you got yourself into this mess.
But with no warning, as you basked in the afterglow of a much-needed orgasm, the toy went into full power once more. Your eyes shot open and hips jolted away from the sensation as you looked to the screen after a moment of realization. âBaby, no, Iât-too sensitiâ,â you started to whimper to Charles as you heard the sounds of his own pleasure growing more prominent.
âYes, mon ange,â he said firmly, hazel eyes dark with pleasure, âJust one moreâI know you can.â He watches as your brow furrows once more and your hand disappears between your legs once again. Never did he ever think he could be so jealous of a fucking hand.
You mewled as you fought the stuttering of your hips each time you pressed the toy to your already-aching clit. Still, in no time you were there once again, and Charles cursed and muttered under his breath as he watched the show you put on for him.
âMerdeââ
âSuch a good girl, yesââ
âGoing to fuck you so goodââ
âFuckâŠfuckââ
He grunted your name once more and came with a growl, jaw slack as he spilled over the fist that held him so tightly. Meanwhile, you were coming down with glazed eyes and parted lips, breathing hard as you let out a quiet âfuck.â
âOui,â Charles agreed teasingly as his head dropped back behind him lazily.
Toy discarded onto the bed next to you, you rolled onto your side to face him on the video call. âWhy do you have to work so far away sometimes?,â you grumbled rhetorically, pouting as your body pooled in one of his old t-shirts and your breathing started to match something more normal. Your body had lost the tension it had been carrying, those dual orgasms working to relieve the stress youâd felt when youâd started the call. Still, a toy was a poor replacement for the man on the other side of the call, and you wanted him there with you more than youâd wanted that first orgasm. You hated making him feel bad about being away, but damn did you need to be fucked within an inch of your life right about now.
He tsked softly, lifting his head once more to see your pout. âI know, mon cĆur,â he nodded, adjusting the lid of his laptop to angle more towards his face, âbut if I didnât come to Maranello, I wouldnât get anything done. Weâd be like bunny rabbitsâlike Corsica.â
Memories of that trip came back, causing your tummy to flip at thought. You really had fucked like rabbits on that trip, and no surface was safe from the fury of your shared lust. Nothing was sacred and anywhere that had just enough privacy was good enough for one to start tormenting the other with their fingersâŠtheir lipsâŠtheirâ
âI donât see why thatâs a problem,â you teased back, smile finding your lips once more as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. One elbow helped prop your head up while the other hand rested between the soft skin of your thighs.
âMy sunburn disagreed,â Charles chuckled as you found yourself laughing with him. âI looked like aâŠaâwhatâs the word? Homard?â
âLobster?,â you chimed in with a smirk as you remembered just how red heâd been. You swore youâd slather a metric shit ton of aloe on him during that holiday. The way heâd keep you warm in the cold showers, thoughâŠ
âYes, a lobster,â he sighed, dropping his head into his hands at the thought. âChĂ©rie, it hurt so badâand Carlos wouldnât wouldnât stop laughing at me in the paddock in Spa!â
âBut you would taste wonderful dipped in butter!â
âYou are an idiot, chĂ©rie.â
âAnd knowing that, you still wanted me to be your wife. So whoâs the bigger idiot in this equation, baby?â
#velvetsainz.works#charles leclerc#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x fem!reader#cl16 x reader#cl16 x y/n#cl16 smut#cl16 x you#cl16 x fem!reader#f1 smut#formula one smut#formula 1 smut#f1 driver smut#f1 one shot#formula one fic#f1 fic#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#formula 1 x female reader#formula 1 x fem!reader#formula one x female reader#formula one x fem!reader#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 x you#f1 x y/n
886 notes
·
View notes
Note
I think that Logan would enjoy (more than he should) his s/o or crush or situationship telling him theyâre proud of him
He needs to hear it
oh this ask is truly filthy. because can you imagine his reaction?? priceless. but also why is he hard and why is his heart twisting violently in his chest???
It's after a party. A Wade certified good time (no cocaine involved per Disney rights) party. After saving the timeline Logan and the walking red condom of a man have been sought out to assist on "hero jobs". Or as Logan called it - paying rent.
Wade is lost in Vanessa's eyes and you're in the kitchen nursing an already warm beer. That's where Logan finds you. He greets you with a smile, a tentative how was your week, and hopes that you can't see the way his ears always turn that horrid shade of red in your vicinity.
You never do. He always wishes for the opposite.
At least then he'd have a reason to explain why he feels the way he does. Why your laughter brightens his day - your voice makes his head go the kind of fuzzy that usually only comes after a bullet to the skull. He wants you to know. Needs it some days.
If only he could see inside your head - catch the way your eyes linger on his body longer than necessary. You glance down at the belt buckles you've imagined opening time and time again. Before he turns back, handing you a freshly open cold beer.
You sip at it carefully - slow enough for his eyes to fix on your lips. How they part and mold around the top. It's not long before Logan has to adjust himself discreetly as you turn to glace at the group by the too small couch. If it were up to him, he'd ask to have your lips around something else. But as usual...he was a chickenshit.
"How was your um mission?" you ask, nerves lighting up beneath your skin. You wonder if he can hear the fast beat of your heart.
He nods. "Good. Wade and I helped out a woman being stalked."
"That's some hero work." You laugh and Logan can already see himself dropping to one knee some time in the future - a question ready to fall off the tip of his tongue. "I'm proud of you Logan."
The reaction is involuntary. Surprising if he actually thought about it for longer than a second. But the second was up and there he stood - eyes wide, lips parted, and cock throbbing at the knowledge that you...were proud of him. Every response he could have given you flew out the window the second you gave him the shock of his life.
He could stand there for hours wracking his brain and come up empty for how many times he'd heard those words in his lifetime. And he's been alive for a long fucking time.
"Thanks," he rasped, trying to fight every instinct that told him to take one more step, pin you to the counter, and kiss you until you breath ran out.
Instead he's left to flounder as you smile again, take another sip from your beer, and press a soft kiss to his cheek. Leaving him in the kitchen to join the group again, with a new issue on his hands. How the fuck was he supposed to walk back out there sporting a hard on that nearly made him light headed?
Answer: He downed his beer, grabbed a new one, and thought of Canada - and Wade. That didn't matter. One step out into the room he was locking eyes with that fucker - a shit eating smile directly on his scarred face.
#witch aunt responds#pinkiemme darling#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett#my writing#SOMEONE HELP THE OLD MAN HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FLIRT UNLESS HE'S MAKING THE FIRST MOVE#logan thoughts & musings
259 notes
·
View notes
Text
A COLLAB WITH @cryptidcircuswrites ! PLEASE CHECK OUT HIS VERSION HERE!Â
Genre: Gore smutÂ
Summary: A mission goes awry and Toby is shot straight through the skull. Tim decides to take the new hole for a spin, and Toby is more than happy to let him have it.Â
Content/warnings: OHHH MY GOOOOD DONT FUCKING READ THIS IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, Toby literally gets his brain fucked, bullet hole wound fucking, explicit gore, I cannot emphasize this enough STRAIGHT UP PENIS IN BRAIN SEX, brain creampie, guns/shooting/etc, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, fake out death, Toby vomits a little at the end, cum leaking out of face holes it should never be in, mirror sex, rough dom top Tim, Tim bullies Toby for his trauma regarding his physically abusive father, use of homophobic language/slurs, degradation, just general nastiness, very mean spirited. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THIS IS AS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AS IT GETS.
A/N: if you skipped the warnings on this one or didnât read them all the way, go back and fucking look at all of them, otherwise donât read.Â
Breaking and entering.Â
Itâs a routine for Tim and Toby at this point.Â
Tim can brute force open any door, Toby can pick any lock, and both of them have long since shaken off any qualms about taking a life. Theyâre skilled at it now, neither of them ever leaving the cabin without their weapon of choice. In a line of work like this one, after all, you can never be too prepared.Â
This was supposed to be easy.Â
Three people in the house, a couple and their third wheel squatting in an abandoned vacation home. Bare bones interior, probably no weapons.Â
Probably.
A lot of good âprobablyâ had done them.Â
Toby had gone in while Tim stood watch in the doorway, just in case one of their targets tried to run out. His revolver fit into his palm like a glove, his grip confident and ready. Heâs done this a million times before.Â
Tim can only hear the altercation going on in the back rooms of the house, but he has a good idea of whatâs happening.Â
The sound of a hatchet coming down onto a throat.Â
One down.Â
A woman screams. Something knocks over, a shelf or a table. A splatter. Silence.
Two down.
A man cries out. Something hits the wall. Rogers swears. Thereâs a struggle. A gunshot rings out.Â
âŠA gunshot.Â
A gunshot?!Â
Footsteps.
Fast, frantic footsteps coming down the hallway.Â
Tim readies himself, aiming towards the dark hall with a hand that is far too steady. Heâs holding his breath. The steps are getting closer.Â
In a split secondâs time the last target emerges from the shadows, Timâs gaze zeroes in on the whites of his eyes and the trigger of his revolver is pulled by a swift finger one, two, then three times.Â
The shots ring in his ears as the body falls limply to the floor, devoid of life in an instant.Â
Three down.Â
But still one bullet unaccounted for.Â
âRogers?â Tim calls into the hallway, stepping over the body without looking down.Â
No answer.
âRogers!â He says again, with more authority this time.Â
Nothing.Â
That little fucker runs his mouth like an engine at all hours of the day, but now heâs quiet?Â
A stabbing pain of fear twists in Timâs gut.Â
Their âbossâ wonât let them die, he knows that. The pseudo immortality theyâve been given keeps their bodies functioning and regenerating even after some of the worst injuries one could imagine; he knows that, heâs felt it, and yetâŠÂ
This silence is sickening.Â
He canât stop himself from rushing into the makeshift bedroom, heavy boots on the creaky wood floor announcing his presence before he calls for his partner again.Â
âAnswer me, dammit, Rogers!âÂ
He looks around the room, scanning the blood splattered walls. Two bodies are slumped against them, opposite to each other, one with its neck severed and the head hanging on by a thread of viscera, and the other with half of its innards thrown to the floor. Neither are Toby, he knows that in an instant.Â
Then his gaze trails to the center of the floor.Â
The cold washes over him so suddenly he feels faint. He can feel the color draining from his face as he lays eyes on his partner, face down on the ground, a thick splatter of blood painting a moonlit halo around his head.Â
Or whatâs left of it, anyways.
A hastily fired bullet has carved a path through the boyâs skull and out the other side.Â
Clean through.Â
Timâs body seizes with shock, disgust, grief, and everything in between, tensing so suddenly and so harshly he nearly passes out. A hand clamps over his mouth as it opens in a silent scream, a gasp that canât escape because he canât breathe. He rushes to the body before he can stop himself.Â
âRogers?! Rogers, get up!â He demands, but the way his voice cracks and trembles shows his true fear. He shakes his partnerâs still body harshly, desperate to jar him into consciousness.
Thereâs no movement.Â
Not a sound.Â
Timâs eyes start to wet behind his mask. He shakes harder, even bringing a fist down on his shoulder blade.Â
Nothing.Â
âThis isnât fucking funny, Toby!â Tim screams, landing a few more punches on his back, âIâve seen you take worse than this, get up!âÂ
Not even a twitch.Â
The realization settles in like splinters under Timâs skin.Â
He backs away from the body, the room spinning around him. He grasps at his face under his mask, his lungs starting to expand and restrict so fast itâs painful. Thereâs a searing panic burning the back of his skull and threatening to engulf his entire body. He stumbles back and falls onto one of the now bloodied mattresses their targets had been sleeping on.Â
This isnât happening.Â
This isnât happening.Â
Heâs not really gone.
Heâs not really gone heâs not really gone heâs not really gone heâs not really gone heâs not really goneâÂ
A sudden noise makes Tim jump out of his skin, his eyes shooting up to find the source of the sound.Â
Was that aâŠcough?Â
He looks down at Tobyâs body.Â
It hasnât moved.Â
Maybe it was just air escaping, or some other weird thing bodies do after death. If he didnât get up already, then he must beâŠ
Tim nearly screams when Toby suddenly splutters and hacks, his body jerking as he fights for air. Tim is frozen in place as he watches the partner he thought was dead slowly struggle to get up, managing to get on his hands and knees. He coughs again, spitting onto the ground and groaning at the unpleasant but not unfamiliar sight of blood.Â
âYeughâŠgod, itâs in m-my nose,â Toby mumbles with a sniffle, wiping his face with his sleeve. He doesnât notice Tim as he sits up on his knees, inspecting himself in a way that is far too casual.
âŠHe has no idea what just happened.Â
Tim can feel his eye twitching as he stands up slowly, his frenzied gaze trained on the younger man as he approaches. Toby looks up at the sound of the footsteps, and Tim has to stop himself from reacting to the sight. His body trembles as he forces himself to stay still.Â
Tobyâs right eye is completely gone. Thereâs not even a shred of the eyeball left, only a pulsing, bloody cavity he instantly recognizes as the entry hole of a bullet.Â
Toby blinks up at Tim with his remaining eye.Â
âS-Shit, I mustâve passed out whenâbitch!âwhen h-he hit me, heh. What, you-you thought I wasâgrrrk!âd-dead for real?â Toby asks with a head tilt and an amused giggle. Timâs eyes narrow.Â
Slowly Tim turns his head, following the imaginary trail the bullet would have made based on where Toby fell.Â
Right there, lodged into the decrepit wall right next to the doorway.Â
The first bullet.Â
Clean through, and out the back.Â
Toby follows his gaze, squinting in the dark to see whatever it is his senior partner is seeing.Â
ââŠO-Oh shit,â He mutters, âTalk about a-a closeâdonât listen!âa close callâc-callâcall me!âheheâŠâ
Tim stares back at him with a look in his eyes that says âYou have no fucking idea.â
ââŠW-Why are you looking at meâ a-at me like that?â
Tim looks around. For some reason, heâs not sure how to answer that.Â
That is, until he lays eyes on a conspicuously mirror shaped object draped in a sheet and pushed into the corner.
Yeah, itâs easier to just show him.
Tim shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walks over to the mirror, trying not to rush. Heâs annoyed with Toby for scaring him like that and nearly bringing him to tears, even if itâs not really his fault. Maybe startling him a bit will take the edge off that embarrassment.Â
Tobyâs eye follows him closely as he walks, then watches as his hand slowly raises to grasp the sheet obscuring the mirror. His brow raises, curiosity piqued.Â
The sheet is pulled away in an instant. The cloud of dust that results makes Toby cough, trying to wave it away from his face. He squints through the grimy mist, struggling to make out his own reflection in the mirror.
âL-Look, Tim, I donât know what it-it is that you n-need me toâsuck it! fuck you!âsee, but I-I donâtâ Oh my fucking God?!â
There it is.Â
Toby crawls closer to the mirror, his remaining eye wider than Tim had ever seen it and the hole where the matching one wouldâve been stretching gruesomely.Â
Tim winces. Toby canât feel it, even if he could feel pain normally all that nerve damage would make it numb, but Tim canât stop imagining what it would feel like.Â
ââŠJesus ChristâŠâ Is all Toby can manage as he looks at what remains of his face. He feels around the wound, getting far too close to touching the exposed insides for Timâs comfort. Toby stares at himself for a long few moments. Tim canât tell what heâs thinking.Â
Then Toby turns to his partner, and to Timâs surprise, heâs sporting the widest, most lopsided grin heâs ever seen, his crooked teeth stained with blood on one side where it runs down his cheek from the wound. Tim holds back a shudder.Â
âThe fuck you cheesinâ for?â Tim growls, walking around behind Toby to see him in the mirror, âYou nearly got half your damn face blown off!âÂ
âRelax, o-old man!â Toby replies without missing a beat, âIn a-a few days there wonât e-even be aâ b-be a markâŠâ
Tim rolls his eyes behind his mask. Thatâs true, yes. An injury this extensive will take a bit to regenerate, but itâll grow back like nothing happened. Still, Toby doesnât even seem mildly disturbed. He practically saw himself die, and here he is giggling to himself and moving his face in odd ways just to see the horrid wound contort in the mirror. The quiet squelching noises it makes nearly bring Tim to vomit.Â
ââŠYouâre not even a little put off by the fact thatâŠyou know. Youâre missing half your fuckinâ face?!âÂ
Toby lets out a sharp laugh at Timâs outburst, amused by his clear discomfort.Â
âDonât be s-such aâbitch! bastard!â baby, I-I think itâsâasshole!âI think itâs k-kinda cool. BesidesâŠâ
He turns to look up at Tim, yellow teeth glowing in the moonlight that leaks in through the busted windows.Â
ââŠI-I got a brand new hole f-for you to try out.âÂ
Tim gasps in disgust. Before he can think a hand comes up to smack Toby upside the head, though he immediately regrets it when a splatter of blood is thrown to the floor as Toby rocks forward.Â
âDonât say shit like that, you dirty fuckinâ pervert!âÂ
Toby nearly breaks out into hysterics at that, grabbing his sides as he laughs like a maniac. His tics increase tenfold at the sudden rush of energy, his fingers flexing unnaturally and tearing at his sweatshirt.
âH-How can I not?! You m-make it so f-fuckingâfuck! funny!â fun, haha!â Toby replies, his voice cracking as his head jerks involuntarily in all directions.
Tim crosses his arms, huffing in annoyance but not sure what to say. He can feel his cheeks getting warm under his mask. He hates when Toby laughs at him. It pisses him off like nothing else.Â
He stares daggers into Tobyâs restless reflection as he leans into the mirror to inspect his wound again, mumbling to himself endlessly and doing his best to stay still.Â
Tobyâs rambling starts to fade out as Tim glares at his mirror image. He can feel something dark bubbling up inside of him, its vines sprawling out and over his body as he marinates in his thoughts.Â
He thought he was gone.Â
For a second there, he really thought heâd lost Toby for good.
And now here he is, without a care in the world, looking at his own fucking gunshot wound like itâs a new tattoo.Â
Someone oughta teach this kid a lesson.Â
Timâs not sure what comes over him, but something, a nagging little thought has settled into his brain and taken root there. It thumps in the back of his skull like a heartbeat under the floorboards. He pulls one of his hands from its glove, looking down at his bare palm.Â
ââŠYou think this is all some joke, donât you?â Tim mutters, forcing the words through gritted teeth. Toby doesnât even turn to look at him.Â
âW-Why are so damn u-uptight, old man? Itâs notâgrrrk!âitâs not like I d-died. Psuedo-immortality, r-remember?â
âBut you couldâve. You know at the end of the day you canât really trust anything that monster gives you. It would kill you in an instant if it felt threatened or betrayed.âÂ
âT-The fuck is yourâ i-is your problem?!â
Suddenly Toby isnât all smiles anymore. His head jerks to the side violently, pulling a sickening pop from his neck. Tim is used to these mood swings, but that doesnât stop the heavy tension that settles over the room.Â
âY-Youâre always on my back about something, a-arenât you old man?!â Toby hisses. Timâs ungloved hand squeezes and flexes at his side.Â
âYou a-always got something to say about m-me, or what Iâfucker! shit!âwhat I-I think, you can never j-just let meââÂ
Toby is cut off as a high pitched cry is violently forced from his throat, making his body spasm as it dissolves into an animalistic moan like neither of them have ever heard. It feels like every nerve in his body is seizing, splitting apart and contorting under his skin. He almost screams at the feeling, but he canât manage it. Heâs choking on nothing.
Thereâs a sickening squelch as something is ripped from the back of his skull, and he falls forward onto his hands, dizzy and struggling to breathe.Â
âW-WhatâŠwhat the f-fuckâŠwasâŠâ
He canât even finish the sentence between his inability to process the unnatural sensation that just overtook him and the indescribable feeling still rippling through his body.Â
Slowly he cranes his neck to look back up into the mirror. Instantly his eye is locked onto Timâs, but he isnât looking back. Heâs staring at something else.Â
He follows Timâs gaze down slowly, swallowing thickly with a sudden nervousness. His eye widens as it falls on the thing that has captivated Timâs gaze:Â
His ungloved hand, the middle and ring fingers now dripping with blood and viscera not his own.Â
No. Fucking. Way.
âDidâŠd-did you justâŠâ
Tim doesnât answer.
He doesnât have to.Â
For the first time in a long time, Toby is still. His twitching and jerking ceases, his face halts its uncomfortable wrenching; Heâs still, and soundless.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence where they both just stare at Timâs bloodied hand, neither of them moving an inch. Itâs like time has stopped in this instant. Toby can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his brain. Something in his chest is twisting and turning with a burning emotion he canât quite place yet.Â
He doesnât even have time to process the sudden movement before Tim has plunged his fingers into the wound once again.Â
This time Toby is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror as Tim violates the gorey cavity, thick digits rooting around inside his head and shooting a new sensation through him with every touch. His entire body stiffens, his mouth falling open involuntarily as he loses control of it. He can feel his senses being reduced to mush as he groans, the endless sound falling from his lips in unintelligible waves. Itâs mindless, desperate babbling, but he canât do anything else.Â
Toby watches the depraved scene in the mirror until his eye starts to roll back in his head, further than it should be able to. Tim watches the hazel iris recede until only white is left. Only then does he finally give some reprieve, yanking his hand back and shaking off the chunks that come with it.
Tobyâs head bows towards the ground as he catches his breath, his entire body rocking as he heaves desperately for air. Heâs too preoccupied to notice the way Tim is leering down at him, his breathing now hot and labored.Â
ââŠHow did that feel?âÂ
Toby sneers at the question, not looking up.Â
âH-How did it feel?! Youâre d-digging aroundâshhhh!â in m-my fucking brain, d-dipshit, how do youâ d-do you think it f-feels?!â
âI donât know. Thatâs why Iâm asking. I know it doesnât hurt, so how does it feel?âÂ
For some reason, Toby doesnât have an answer to that. He wants to snap back with something witty and biting, to tell him it feels like Hell and back and if he doesnât stop heâll scatter his brains next, butâŠ
That wouldnât be the total truth.Â
ââŠItâŠI-It feelsâŠâ He stammers, unable to find the words. He sits back up on his knees, locking eyes with his partner in the mirror. Tim is silent. Heâs anticipating the rest of that sentence. Toby thinks for a moment, a series of tongue clicks in an odd rhythm sounding as he pauses.Â
ââŠItâŠI-It wasnât bad, if thatâs w-what youâre looking for.âÂ
Timâs breath hitches.Â
Only Toby could hear a sound so small, yet so telling.Â
He has to push this further.
âA-Actually it was kind ofâŠk-kind of good, y-you know? I-I donât knowârrrngh!âhow to explain it, but i-it justâŠitâs like n-nothing Iâve ever f-felt or imagined, I-Iââ
Toby cuts himself off with a gasp as Tim grasps his hair tightly. His other hand moves to his belt. The sound of the metal buckle makes Toby shiver.Â
Tim leans down a bit, speaking lowly to his partner.Â
âKeep talking.âÂ
Tobyâs stomach flips.Â
Timâs not giving him a choice.
âI-Itâs likeâŠfuck, itâs l-like every muscle in myâ in my b-body is spasming like c-crazy,â Toby continues, watching with crazed eyes as Tim slides the belt from its loops. He grits his teeth as it clatters to the ground.Â
He doesnât want this to stop.Â
He has to keep going.Â
âI-Itâs like f-fire under my skin, b-but I canât feel t-the burnâŠâÂ
Timâs hand moves to the fly of his jeans.Â
ââŠI-I lose all control of m-my body, I canâtâfuck off!âI-I canât even think, i-it just all turns i-into gibberishâŠâ
Tim tugs down his zipper, and Toby can see his twitching bulge straining against his boxers.Â
ââŠItâs l-like I can feel myself l-losing my mind, and I c-canât do anythingâ d-do anything about it, I c-canât even p-putâput it back! put it back!âput together a sentenceâŠâ
Tim hooks a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He starts to push them down.Â
ââŠF-Fuck, Tim, I-I wanna feel it again.âÂ
Toby clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to break free as he watches Timâs erection spring free from the confines of his clothes. Heâs thick and uncut, throbbing with rabid need. Toby shudders as his partner lets out a relieved groan, breathing hard under his mask.Â
âS-Shit, TimâŠy-yourâyour cock! your cock!ân-no! I mean youâreâyour cock! your cock! fat cock!âdammit! I-I didnât mean to s-say thatâ!â
âIâm taking you up on your offer, RogersâŠâ Tim growls, cutting off Tobyâs attempt to explain himself. He grabs Tobyâs head with both hands, fingers digging into the front of his wound on one side and the gash in his cheek on the other. This time Toby doesnât bother to stop the moan that crawls up his throat as he feels Timâs cock rut against the back of his head.
ââŠI wanna give this new hole of yours a proper fucking. What do you say?â
Toby canât see Timâs mouth, but he can tell heâs smiling from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners behind his mask. Toby groans at the thought. He canât stop the crooked grin that spreads across his pale face like butter on a hot pan.
âPâŠP-Please, Tim,â He whispers, and he knows heâs hit a nerve when he feels Timâs grip tighten for a moment.
ââŠPlease what, Rogers?âÂ
He figured he wouldnât get it that easy.Â
âPlease, Tim,â Toby continues, sucking in  a breath and swallowing his pride, âI-I want you t-to fuck me, pleaseââÂ
Tim ruts against the back of his head again, barely brushing his wound. He wants more.
âP-Please, fuck, I-Iâmâneed! give it!âIâm begging you! I need it, I-I need you to fuck m-my brains out, please!âÂ
Tim shifts his hips. Heâs lining up at the opening.Â
Itâs working.Â
âPlease, please, p-please, Tim, I-I want you to f-fuck my brain! I n-need toâfffuck! fuck! fuck!âI need t-to feel it! Please, dammit, j-just fuckingâ!â
Toby doesnât get a chance to finish his sentence.Â
Tim shoves himself inside the bloody cavity without warning, forcing Tobyâs brain out of the way as his cock enters. The scream that rocks Tobyâs body is as lustful as it is carnal and gruesome. He reaches up on instinct and grabs Timâs wrists, not trying to pull his hands away but holding on for dear life before he loses the ability to move at all.Â
âYou broke so easy,â Tim sneers as he bottoms out, talking over Tobyâs uncontrollable moaning, âWhat would the others think if they saw you begging for dick like a whore on the street? Huh?!â
He punctuates his sentence with a sudden rut of his hips, making Toby yelp and his body jerk. His nails dig into Timâs arms, and the pain is delicious.Â
Tim studies the scene before him in the mirror.Â
Itâs disgusting. Itâs horrid. He can see the tip of his leaking cock resting inside his partnerâs skull.Â
He doesnât want this to end.Â
Heâs going to relish this opportunity, every sickening moment of it.Â
âWhat would they thinkâŠâ
Tim starts to pull back, breath trembling at the slick noises from the movement.
ââŠIf they knew I had you whining for me like a dirty fuckinâ sissy?!â
He pushes back in with even more force than before. Blood is forced out the front of the wound, dripping down Tobyâs face and onto the floor, leaving a red trail on his skin. His meaningless babbling is music to Timâs ears.
Again Tim pulls back, faster this time, and pushes in again. He watches Tobyâs face in the mirror as he finds his rhythm, completely enamored as it contorts with overwhelming sensations that no human should ever experience. His mouth is hanging completely open, his tongue limp and lying against his chin as he pants and wails desperately like a dog in heat. Heâs starting to drool from the lack of muscle control.
Thereâs something about watching Toby quite literally lose his mind at his hand that makes Tim feel like God.Â
âYou know, I like you a lot better when you canât run your mouth,â Tim says with a chuckle. He digs his fingers into the front of the wound, groping around in the cavity and feeling the pulsing meat shift under the pads of his fingertips.
âYouâre lucky Iâm not gonna tell anyone about this, not gonna tell the others youâre a nasty fuckinâ faggot whoâs so desperate for dick youâd take it in your brainâŠat least someoneâs finally making use of the lump of meat in your head, eh?!â
He pulls Tobyâs skull back on his cock hard and fast, fucking into the hole with more fervor than he thought possible. His arms are bleeding now from where Tobyâs nails are digging in, his knuckles locked up as his motor function is ripped to shreds.Â
Timâs eyes trail down the reflection as he thrusts, down to Tobyâs body and stopping at the tent in his pants. Thereâs a painfully obvious stain on his groin now where his erection is straining against the denim of his jeans with wretched need. His precum is leaking through the material in viscous waves, a constant stream of shameful arousal. It looks like it hurts, like his zipper is about to burst, but Tim has no interest in granting him even that small mercy of freeing his hard-on.Â
âDamn,â He mumbles to himself, watching the liquid pool where the tip of his partnerâs cock pushes against his pants, âYou really are enjoying this, arenât you? Youâre not just tolerating it to see how far Iâll go, youâre getting off on this shit! Youâre a dirty fuckinâ boy slut!âÂ
Heâs getting mean, meaner than he really needs to be, but he doesnât care. Toby might not even be able to hear him, and even if he can, Timâs not going to waste this chance while his partner canât snap back.Â
He ruts his hips more intentionally, trying to hit every spot he can. Heâs catching on to patterns, that certain touches here or there make Toby twitch or jerk or yelp involuntarily. His eye has rolled back in his head almost completely. It looks agonizing, and it only makes Tim thrust faster.Â
âThen again, in that messed up little mind of yours I bet this is nothing. Youâre so used to gettinâ beat on this practically soft to you, ainât it?! Or did your old man slam your head into the concrete too many times for you to know the damn difference?!âÂ
Timâs practically screaming at him now, drool running down his chin and neck as he loses himself to the pleasure. Itâs unbearably hot under his mask, but he canât bring himself to release his death grip on Tobyâs head to take it off.Â
âI shouldâve put you in your place a long time ago, lord knows youâve needed it for who knows how long!âÂ
Tim angles his hips upward a bit, brushing against a certain spot that makes Toby tense and cry out suddenly. The thing Tim notices most, though, is the way Tobyâs cock twitches in his pants. It spurts just a bit, not climaxing yet but getting dangerously close. The stain on the front of his pants is only growing with each passing second that Tim violates his brain.
âOh, you really are disgusting,â Tim huffs, âYouâre really about to cum in your pants, and I havenât even touched your cock? Thatâs pathetic, Rogers.â
Tim angles his hips up again just to watch the precum gush from his partnerâs tip, his stomach flipping in his gut at the thought that Toby is so, so damn close, but he canât beg for more or touch himself or even move at all.Â
âNnghâŠLike hell Iâm gonna let a little bitch boy like you cum first, though.âÂ
He takes a moment to adjust his grip. Heâs preparing for the last stretch.Â
The speed of his thrusting increases tenfold, completely losing all sense of rhythm. He can feel the pleasure taking him over, melting his resolve and screaming at him to go, go, go, just keeping going, go until you canât anymore, and thatâs exactly what he intends to do.Â
âYou better take all of my cum, Rogers,â Tim growls through gritted teeth, âThough I ainât exactly giving you a choice, am I? Youâll take it whether you like it or notâŠâÂ
He hasnât looked away from Tobyâs face in the mirror. The sight of it twitching and frozen in a state of screaming ecstasy is like a horrific work of art. Timâs never going to forget it. He wonât forget any of this. Every second is burned into his brain, and heâs more than happy to keep it that way.
The gory cavity is carved into the shape of Timâs cock by now, each thrust only feeding the growing puddle of blood and viscera on the ground below Toby. That stain will stay there forever, Tim thinks. A permanent reminder of the debauchery the two of them are so gleefully partaking in. The idea of someone else finding this old house scattered with bodies, walking around and not even knowing the half of what these walls have been subjected toâŠ
God, thatâs good.Â
The knot in Timâs stomach starts to tighten.Â
He canât hold on for much longer. Neither can Toby.Â
Tim angles his hips in that special way again, hitting that sensitive spot over and over and over again with each frenzied thrust. Tobyâs practically soaking himself now, so close to the edge but not quite close enough to fall off, though he runs the risk with each passing second. Itâs barely a matter of time.Â
Faster, faster, faster, thatâs the only thing Tim can think.Â
More, more, more, thatâs all he can think about.
Faster, faster, faster, more, more, more, more, more more more moremoremoreâ
âShit!âÂ
Suddenly Tim throws his head back with a wild noise, his cock releasing without warning into the bloody cavity heâs been so graciously desecrating. At the same time he brushes that spot again, and itâs finally enough to give Toby his release, too, only a second later. His cum soaks the front of his now completely ruined jeans, the shameful stain running down his groin and thighs. The scream he lets out as his climax rocks his body will haunt Timâs dreams.Â
Timâs thrusting doesnât slow to a stop until it feels like his balls are empty. Only then does he finally go still, allowing himself to breathe. He looks up at the ceiling as he pants, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment as his orgasm gradually washes away.
Finally Tim allows his fingers to unfurl, releasing Toby as he pulls his cock from his ruined skull. It comes back soaked in blood and sticky with viscera, taking a few chunks with it. He tries to step back, but Tobyâs still gripping his wrists.
He manages to shake him off, only for Tobyâs body to go completely limp and fall forward, face first onto the dusty wood floor and into the puddle of mixed bodily fluids. He twitches a bit, but doesnât move or show any signs of life beyond that. Anyone else would think heâs dead.Â
âIâm not falling for that again,â Tim mumbles with an eye roll, using his discarded glove to wipe off his now flaccid cock before tucking it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.Â
He crouches over Toby, grabbing his hair and forcing him up from the floor back onto his knees. All Toby can manage is a pathetic groan. Tim studies his partnerâs fucked-out face in the mirror for a moment, watching as the blood and seed lazily roll down his cheek and chin. He canât help but chuckle to himself.
ââŠAnything to say for yourself?â Tim asks teasingly, shaking him a bit.
The only response he gets is the sound of gagging as Toby retches. Tim barely moves back in time to watch him cough up a horrible concoction of blood, cum, and God knows what else without being in the splash zone.Â
âGoddammit, watch it!â Tim scolds cruelly, âIf you hurl on my new boots Iâm leaving you like this.âÂ
He at least has the decency to let Toby finish before scooping up his limp, helpless body. He carries him under his arm like a log, not taking any care to be gentle.
âIâll get you back home to Eyeless,â Tim mutters, âHe doesnât ask too many questions, and heâll patch you up good âtil youâre all healedâŠâÂ
Tim tries not to think too hard as he carries his partner out of the house, away from the crime scene and into the endless wooded darkness.Â
All is quiet for a moment, save for the sound of Timâs heavy steps on the dry leaves. That is, until what Tim thinks is a muffled giggle sounds from his partner. He stops and looks back, but thereâs no more noise.Â
Dammit, he thinks.Â
Neither of us are going to be forgetting this.Â
Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!
Also, please reblog! itâs free, takes two seconds, and really helps me outÂ
Feedback is encouraged and appreciated.
Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!
mdni & reblog banners by cafekitsune
#masky#tim wright#marble hornets#ticci toby#toby rogers#slenderman#creepypasta#smut#gore#ticcimask#masky x ticci toby#ticci toby x masky#wound fucking#gore kink#gore smut#skull fuck#dead dove#dead dove fic#dead dove do not eat#darkfic#masky smut#ticci toby smut#creepypasta smut#tw gore
376 notes
·
View notes
Text
i walk the line.
You had joked with Ghost before about getting married, never with a tone serious enough for it to be taken into account, even if it was something you dreamed about whenever you were alone with your thoughts. What you hadnât expected was the question to come up at such an inopportune time.Â
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Sergeant Reader
rbs greatly appreciated!
WC: 2.1 K
a/n: i hate giving my fics titles so just assume the song in the title is the vibe i want the fic to have lmao. also this is unedited and not beta read so beware of typos and shit
warnings: estabilished relationship, profanity, whump, description of wound, mentions of death, badly timed marriage proposal, medical inaccuracies, fluff, happy ending
Itâs cold.
No, scratch that. Itâs fucking freezing.
God, you hate the cold. Considering how much you despise it, it amuses you to think you might have been a desert creature in another life. A lizard, maybe. The types to scurry really fast and eat small insects all day. What a life.
Youâre lost in your musings but you think there are a few very faint voices calling for you. Where are they coming from? Above? Seems like it. First, you hear their voices getting clearer, and recognize a word. Itâs your codename, meaning, itâs your teammates voices. But why do they sound so agitated? Next, you feel pain. Quickly rising, scorching hot pain in your abdomen.Â
Oh, thatâs right. You were shot.
A scream echoes out wherever you are and only later youâd recognize it as your own, in the same moment you recognize Ghostâs own booming voice frantically calling out for you, and the heavy weight of Soapâs large hands holding you down so you wouldnât trash as much. It had been ironic, really, how much the mission went smoothly, 99% of it being completed without a hitch, but right as you were about to celebrate success, some fucker neither of you had seen before had decided to put a bullet in you - any of you - blindly, and it so happened it would hit you. The offender was long gone, a throw knife lodged in his skull as quick as a blink of an eye in the split second after the gunshot was heard, but the damage was already done. A few seconds before it happened, you had groaned how much you couldnât wait for evac to come so you could take a hot shower and sleep, since your bones were aching, and Gaz had laughed and called you old-spirited. So much for that shower, you think as you take in the surroundings of what you could see of the abandoned safe house from your position on the blood stained table. It was painful to think about if that same table was used in the past for a family reunion or to gather folks around for good news, before hell broke loose and war tore apart the people, so you didnât think about it. Ghost called your codename again and you cast your eyes downwards to look at him, the fear in his eyes sending a chill down your spine.
âHey! Talk to me, donât you dare close your eyes!â
You had screamed as he was removing the projectile from your flesh, you realized. Was not your first rodeo, a thought that made you want to laugh bitterly, but just the idea of laughing made you wince in pain. His hands were currently trying to stop the bleeding, and after taking one look at the wound, you suddenly felt at peace.Â
It was pretty shitty you were going to die in an equally shitty safehouse, but thatâs the life you chose. So, against your better judgment, you chuckle lowly and decide to follow your superiorâs orders.
âKeep talking, eh? Alright.â You groaned once more when he applied more pressure to your gaping wound. âL.t, do you- do you remember when i told youâŠI wanted to retire early and - fuck - get to the countryside and get a big ass dog?â
He looked up at you briefly, glad you were talking but clearly wondering where you were going with this. You knew he hated when you spoke of the future as if you were going to die - which, right now, you were pretty sure it was really happening this time - but you couldnât help yourself. Of course he remembers that conversation, it was in the beginning of your secret-not-so-secret relationship. You had asked him what he would do if he wasnât a soldier, and he had given you a very cryptic and vague answer that resembled a lot like nothing. In turn, you told him your wishes half heartedly, as if thinking of living for 10 more years was a very distant dream.Â
The relationship between the 141âs Lieutenant and one of its Sargeants was a sort of urban legend going around. People knew it was happening, but didnât dare speak of it, and no one had ever really seen any proof of it, so, it was best to avoid prying into Ghostâs private matters as to not risk being at the receiving end of his annoyance, and, in turn, you both found solace in having something that only the two of you knew about. It never hindered your professionalism and it had been going on for a few good years now, so it became somewhat naturalized between the folks coexisting in the same space as you and Simon after a while. However, that never stopped the natural curiosity to flourish in a few people - namely, your comrades, who always knew there was something going on given the fact youâd literally look at your superior with hearts in your eyes - so you had to ignore Gaz and Soapâs expectant eyes on you as you spoke so tenderly, the intensity of witnessing the start of what seemed like a very intimate talk momentarily sharing space with the worry they were feeling over you.Â
â...Yes. I remember.â
He never forgets the things you say, even if you think itâs not important at the time. You hummed, ignoring the pain that came with it.
âBig dogs were never really my thing. I just-â A cough ripped out of you, and you didnât need to look to know there was blood in it. â I just thought it was the kind of thing youâd want. Big dogs fit you. It felt less scary to think about retiring once I added you in the equation.â
You were slurring your words and you knew it. As you regained your breath, you briefly saw a very wide-eyed and angry looking Price curse into his comm asking where the fuck was the goddamn chopper. Your codename being barked alongside the word âWIAâ to a poor fellow soldier on the other side of the line left you with a bad taste in your mouth. You hate how scared Ghost looked, your big, scary, stoic Ghost, and you canât help but feel selfish for leaving him, even if being shot was not your fault and wasnât really in your plans when you left the base that morning.
âStop talking like youâre fucking d-â
âWe could have done it, you know?â Your laugh is, once again, bitter, and youâre acutely aware of the tears streaming down your face. Death has never scared you, but now that you got a reason to stay, youâre terrified. âCouldâve gotten hitched somewhere nice. Canât really imagine you in a suit, though.â
The pain doesnât stop, but it gets duller as you feel your consciousness slipping away, and you never fought so much to stay awake in your entire life. Simon yells something to Soap among the lines of getting something from somewhere so he can continue trying to save you, but you donât register his words. His tone softens once his eyes are back on you.
âIâd wear a suit if you asked me to, sweetheart.â
âI know. I wouldnât ask, though.â
Not caring there are other people in the room, you smile at him, well aware it must be uncanny to see Ghost be so tender towards another person, but again, you were the lucky one who got to see it every time it was just the two of you, so you got used to it with time.
Your vision starts spinning more and more, and your eyes start to close the moment you hear the familiar, faint sound of a helicopter getting closer, Simonâs big hands suddenly on your face to try to keep you grounded, and he sounds even more exasperated than before. He calls your name - not your codename, for once.
âStay alive, do you hear me?! You gotta stay the fuck alive so i can take you to the bloody countryside and get bloody hitched-â
âYou askinâ me to marry yaâ in my deathbed, sir?â You manage to slur out, your smile growing despite the panic you donât have the energy to express settling in your bones, and Simonâs eyes widen even more behind the mask.
âYes, I am, so stay with me, thatâs a fucking order-â
You chuckle, closing your eyes as the frantic sounds around you all blur into a garbled mess. Faintly you feel your body being moved around, a strong wind on your blood and dirt caked hair, hear some more shouting, but then,
Silence.
ââââââââââ
Feels like the thousandth time you have woken up, and the feeling of coming in and out of consciousness is unbearable at best.
The first time - or the second, you donât remember - there was a strong light above you, but you had no energy to open your eyes, so it lasted a measly second before you were out again. Later, you heard an unfamiliar voice saying something about an induced coma for a few days for a better recovery. You wondered if they were talking about you (they probably were). This happens a few more times before you actually feel your consciousness coming back for good, and, before you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is how warm it is, and, if you could, youâd smile. The spring air smells good, and you think you catch a whiff of cleaning products while you inhale, suddenly aware of how empty your lungs felt. The third thing you notice is the weight on your hand, and once you open your eyes, you find a familiar set of skeleton gloved hands on top of your own. A few years back you had told him with a laugh the print was very 2000âs, and he had just brushed you off with a scowl, but youâve never been so glad to see the tacky thing. His thumb caresses your skin as he patiently waits for you to become more aware of your surroundings, and you instantly smile when you finally meet his gaze, which looks extremely relieved.
âHi.â Your throat feels parched, voice straining as if youâd swallowed a kilo of sand, but Simon thinks your voice never sounded so sweet to his ears.
âHi.âÂ
It hurts to move, but you do so anyway, slowly sitting up despite Simonâs protests just so you can see him more clearly and grasp his hand a little better. While you are busy cringing at the dull pain in your stomach from the stitches, he extends a glass of water for you, to which you grab and gulp down immediately, quenching your thirst and looking over at your partner with such gratitude an onlooker would have thought he was a literal godsend.Â
âHow bad is it?â Your voice still felt rough from disuse, but at least it sounded a bit more familiar to your ears.Â
âPretty bad.â He doesnât bother you with details; he knows you were never a fan of hearing about your wounds descriptively. âBut youâve always been tough.â
You flash him a grin that has him silently flabbergasted both with how beautiful you are and how quickly you seem to bounce back from a near fatal injury. Suddenly, you remember your last words before you blacked out, and your smile turns shy as you cast your gaze down to where your hands meet.
â...Did you mean it?âÂ
Simon has always been extremely observant and smart, he knows what you are talking about immediately, and you like to think he is smiling under the mask as he goes back to gingerly caressing the top of your smaller hand with his thumb.
âI did, sweetheart.â His voice is low, and every time he calls you a pet name it has your heart doing somersaults. âIâm sorry I don't have a ring yet and I don't know when we would have some time off to have a ceremony, but I want to marry yaâ. If youâll have me, that is.â
Feeling like your smile would grow so big it would rip your face, you beamed at him, acutely aware of how you must have been looking like a mess with a - hospital - bed head and tired eyes, but youâd hoped he could notice the hearts in your eyes as obviously as you felt them. Things always seemed to fall in place with Ghost; no need for extravagance or huge acts, and the fact that your marriage proposal was exactly that, made you fall even more in love with him. You watched lovingly as he raised your hand to press a mask covered kiss on the top of it, and shook your head, laughing gently.
âOf course iâll marry you, Simon.â
#capy.writes#cod#cod mw22#cod mwii#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod modern warfare#cod modern warfare 2#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost#ghost cod#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reade#simon riley x reader#cod ghost x reader
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
|| welcome fellow Ghoul fuckers ily
|| notes: sequel to [this], got nothin' to really say beyond reader and Cooper make the most fucked up implied pseudo parents for Lucy lmao, Canon somewhat compliant, post s1, gonna have to wait for the prequel meeting dic to know why reader knows Coop's whole name
|| warnings: weapons supplier!reader, Canon typical gore/violence, something something save a horse ride a cowboy, NSFW ă
Ą fingering, edging (i had to take a lap around my house), irradiated cream pie, unprotected sex (supposedly those swimmers are FRIED but I can dream),
The low croak of a crow echoes over the barren stretch of sunbaked, irradiated earth ă
Ą and the creature itself lands on the bent, rusted post of a long gone sign. Tilts its head this way and that, blinks liquid black eyes ă
Ą three of them. Then squawks indignantly when a bullet narrowly misses it, jet black wings flaring as it takes to the sky to complain in that low, creaking voice.
"Get lost," you tell the bird, glancing at the way Dogmeat tracks the creature. Then she whines, licks at her muzzle like she wants to go catch and eat the damn thing.
"Don't even think about it, pup." You inform her, soothing the disappointment with rough scratches to her head that have her nudging for more before you walk away, sharp whistle summoning her to your side. You don't know why, but she's taken a shine to you over your companions, and you're not about to push her away.
The set up for tonight isn't far off, but it's the skitter of some other creature off in the distance paired with the ominous rumble from above that gets your attention ă
Ą and you click your tongue at the foreboding, electric green that rolls in the clouds, cracking with lightning. It isn't nightfall yet, but it's growing closer with that mess on the horizon.
There's a pitiful attempt at a fire being made by Lucy when you return, and she offers a smile that you echo briefly before moving to Cooper's side, nudging him with your boot. "Storm's rollin' in."
He grunts, tugs his hat from where he'd been shading his face ă
Ą pretending to sleep to ignore Lucy's still-attempting-to-be-friendly rambles, you suppose. "How far out?"
You shrug, slinging your pack back onto your shoulders. "About an hour, give or take."
Lucy flicks a confused look to both of you as Cooper gets to his feet as well, and her head tilts. "Why're we moving?"
You raise an eyebrow. "You want radiation sickness, vaultie?" It's worth it for the way she bristles, and you snicker. "Come on. There's something of a building not far from here."
You're kind enough to wait for her unlike Cooper, who heads off with Dogmeat while you trail with Lucy.
The building was probably an apartment complex at one point for the squared off, honeycomb like interior, the sections that remain halfway decent.
The presence of scattered, long empty supply packaging ranging from stimpacks to tins of cram says that you aren't the first to be here though, and you split off with Cooper to scout out the place, leaving Lucy with Dogmeat.
You're just as quick with tongue and trigger as Cooper ă
Ą Lucy has learned that the hard way over the last week or so. But there's still a softness to you that Lucy likes, gravitates towards ă
Ą and figure that Cooper likes it too, for the way she spots him watching you sometimes, pretends not to notice when he looks up and glares at her.
"Clear," you report, pulling her from her thoughts as you toss her a bedroll and a spare blanket. Where you got them, she doesn't know. And the dark stains of what absolutely is most likely blood tells her she doesn't want to know.
What she does know is that she's allowed what constitutes as a room to herself ă
Ą three walls and a roof that won't cave in are enough for her to take it without complaint. Dogmeat goes with her, and when she looks up, she knows why with the unspoken way you and Cooper split off for the same little room a couple broken spaces down from hers.
"Get some rest, Lucy," you tell her, offer a small smile that makes her beam as she settles down for the night, deciding that she is far, far better off not thinking about just how close you and Cooper actually are.
"Cute kid," you remark as you finally trail into the room after Cooper, earning an amused scoff.
"Fuckin' annoying is what she is," he grouses, and it's your turn to laugh as you shrug off your pack and kneel, digging for your own bedroll.
"Considering that's what you called me when we first metă
Ą"
"No, I called you an annoying bitch."
"Potayto, potahto." You tug the bedroll free and roll it out, blinking as Cooper settles himself over it with a groan and then a sigh. "Excuse me."
He peers up at you. "What now?"
"This is my bed." You snip, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "Up, Cooper."
"Nah." He folds his arms behind his head. "You like the vaultie so much, go cuddle up with her."
You stare. "Cooper Howard," you say, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous of the kid." He's silent, and you raise an eyebrow. "Are you?"
"No." The words is sharp, and he lifts his head to eye you. "Don't need to be jealous when I know what's mine," he rasps, "now quit bitchin' and c'mere."
You don't know what it says that you do so without fuss, settling yourself to straddle his hips as he sits up, draping your arms over his shoulders.
"There," you snip, adjusting to flick at the rim of his hat. "Better?"
He watches you with eyes as dark as an oil spill, and you don't miss the flick to your mouth and back up. "Gettin' there."
You snort. "You know," you murmur, tone dropping lower, "if you wanted to kiss me, all you gotta do is ask."
He smirks, the flash of his teeth. "Where's the fun in that, sugar? I like the chase. Besides," he lowers his tone, leans in further, "you're the one bitchin' when we can share this sad excuse for a bed. And the way I see it, you're gettin' the better deal anyways."
You roll your eyes, act like you're annoyed ă
Ą but the way you don't tell him to shove it or get off of him speaks volumes enough.
Poetically, it starts raining just as you kiss him. The fingertip drum of it on the roof, sour-sweet smell of it that still reaches you because this isn't a real bedroom, just some shitty excuse for it. Doesn't matter, because this is far better than the kisses you've stolen over the last few days when you're absolutely certain Lucy isn't watching either of you.
Cooper seems to think so too for the way he deepens the kiss, cups your face as he nips at your lower lip and licks into your mouth when they part.
He squeezes at your hips, snakes his fingers back under your shirt, pinches and tugs and maps until you're squirming in his lap as he shoves your shirt off completely. He pulls, coaxes you into an arch that lets him mouth at your ribs, nip and sow sparks of pleasure in your veins as he leaves little patches of bruised pink skin in his wake.
He likes marking you, he realizes, the subtle claim without him having to say it. Mine.
He welcomes the grind of your hips against his, your body soft in all the ways that his isn't, filling in the cracks and rounding out all his sharp edges until he can't think of anything but getting his hands on you properly.
The pop of the button on your jeans is easy, the slip of his hand deliberate ă
Ą you're louder this time, covered by the storm above as you whine and moan and buck into his hand and the sinful, clever work of his fingers.
And then just as you're about to crest that wave of pleasure, he stops. Smirks at the way you glare, taps your nose with his other hand. "You know you don't get nothin' for free around here, sugar."
He's teasing though, pushes you back to work his belt open, pants down ă
Ą then dragging you back over him. Groans, tips his head back at the teasing glide of you before he's adjusting to line himself up and guiding you down.
The gasp he gets is music to his ears, nearly lost to the gutteral, hissed noise he makes himself at the tight, warm squeeze of you around his length. His eyes roll, and he bucks his hips up.
"C'mon sweet thing," he rasps, "don't make me do all the work. Ride for me."
The rhythm is stilted for the way he grips your hips anyways, reluctant to let you pull off of him too much ă
Ą but it still feels good. Your breath matches the staccato movement, hands splayed on his chest for balance and head thrown back, looking for all the world like some sort of dedication to a long gone diety that he'd gladly worship to the end.
And he does still, reverence to the way he touches, kisses, bites ă
Ą throbbing vitality in your veins calling to him, sweet siren song wrapped in those plush lips of yours. Soft skin squeezed under his fingers, forgiving for all the ways he can't be gentle, desperate as he is.
It's the throttled clamp of your warmth that says you're coming undone, gooey and wet and warm in all the right ways that has him clutching at you, cursing as his hips jerk and he fills you, mouthing at your pulse point as he does.
Heavy breathing sets the undertone of the roll of thunder outside crumbling walls, rapid beat of two hearts, and there's something dangerously soft, romantic in the way he lets you melt into him.
You drape over him, whisper soft kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his mouth until he kisses you back, slowly, selfishly, dangerously sweet.
"You," he tells you, "are absolutely no good for me." He slings an arm over your waist, softens the bite until it's nonexistent.
After all, what's one more vice?
ă
Ą
In the morning, the four of you leave ă
Ą there's a lot of ground to cover, after all. Lucy walks beside you, Dogmeat and Cooper just a few feet ahead.
"So," she begins conversationally, "what're those marks on your neck from?"
To your credit, you neither flinch nor blush, busy yourself with fussing with something at your hip. "Mosquitos."
Lucy hums. "That's funny, didn't realize mosquitos got so big. Best be careful then, huh?"
260 notes
·
View notes
Text
Consorts [Part 3]
The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader
Part 1 // Part 2 // <- -> // Part 4 // Part 5 //
Summary: The Reader and Cooper continue on their travels before running into some of the men hunting them down. One of them get hurt and they must retreat.
a/n: apologies in advance for this leaving on a slutty cliff hanger lmao
~~~
Cooper stood before you. Dapper in his attire, cleaned up in a suit and tie. His face was the same, but he bared a bright white smile. You were dressed in a vintage housewife dress, your hair fixed in an updo. It felt like a scene from one of those old black and white shows you used to watch.
He took one of your hands in his, the other going to the small of your back. He dipped you before beginning a ballroom-esc dance. Twirling you around, your dress dancing along.
"You look gorgeous," his twang falling off his tongue. You giggled at him. "My gorgeous wife," he kissed your collar.
"I love you, Cooper," your eyes stared into his. His grin painted his whole face, he leaned in for a kiss, "I lov-"
Your body jerked you awake.
You sat up quickly, looking around. Cooper was standing a few meters off hunched over something it looked like he was eating. You did not want to bother him knowing he was most likely feasting on something that would turn your stomach. Adjusting your clothes, putting your jacket back on as you stood up. You rolled your neck, stretching your shoulders and legs.
Cooper looked over his shoulder seeing you had finally woke up. He finished his mess then headed over to you. "'Bout time you got up," he strutted over to you. You gave him a halfway side-eye, how unamused you were written on your face.
"We've got a hell-of-a-lot more walking to do," he took a hit of his meds, "Hope you're ready, doll."
You nodded.
The two of you began walking. Sand and debris was the only thing you saw for hours. Mostly silence between the two of you made the travel all that more tiring.
You heard a strange sound in the distance. Cooper was humming some tune a few steps ahead of you.
"Do you hear that?" You questioned him.
He stopped in his tracks, stopping his whistling. It sounded like... footsteps charging in the sand.
Cooper looked around, seeing some blobs heading directly at you two. "Oh for fuck's sake," he grabbed his guns. You looked where he was, seeing the men charging you. All of them fully armed. You groaned, throwing your head back and grabbing your gun.
Cooper began firing at them, sweeping past one of their legs. Causing him to trip and the rest of the group to freak out. Muffled angry sounds came from them. Bullets started flying towards you and Cooper. Both of you pretty much unprotected, but confident in how bad of a shot those men were.
As they centered in on you, they began separating. You grabbed one of the grenades off your belt, pulling the pin and throwing it into the feet of the group approaching you. It sent them flying, blowing one of their legs off.
Cooper chuckled seeing their bodies go flying. He fired both guns, hitting man after man. They stumbled as he hit their legs and arms. They shot back smaller weapons until you saw one of them pullout a real gun. Not some tiny thing, something that would hurt.
Bang.
A bullet fired directly toward you.
Cold.
A cold pain shot down your arm. Like your body was in shock at the wound. Right through your shoulder. Your hand instinctively covered it, you pulled your hand away.
Blood.
Dark red, almost brown.
"Fuck," you exclaimed breathlessly. You stumbled a little to the ground, pain flushing your whole body. Cooper looked to you, his eyes widening seeing the red painting your shoulder. His jaw hung open, a glimmer of concern painted his expression seeing you hurt.
"Fuckers," Cooper began firing his guns rapidly at the men in front of him, each bullet piercing them multiple times. His demeanor changed, like he was angrier than ever before. You watched as all the men who had been chasing you flew to the ground. The desert sands painted red with their blood. A dozen corpses laid before you. Once every single one of them was good and dead, Cooper turned around to face you.
"Can you walk, sweetheart?" He kneeled in front of you, looking in your eyes to read whether or not you'd lie about how you were feeling.
You nodded, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"There's a settlement a few paces up from here. Make it there and you can rest for the night," he looked over his shoulder almost double checking that they were all dead.
You could not deny the slight embarrassment that formed in the pit of your stomach. You were supposed to be a strong bounty hunter and here you are kneeling on the ground with a bullet shot through your shoulder. Worse, your number one competition was the one who had to save you.
Cooper walked over to one of the corpses, ripping the skin and taking a bite. You stared mindlessly. Moments like this reminded you how bad things really were here. Your road companion could not survive without having to eat someone else.
You knew if he ever had to, he would do that to you.
You shook that thought off.
He walked back over to you, bending down to help you up. He was being so gentle with you. You winced slightly causing him to slow down helping you. Your arm was limp at your side as you stood. You rolled your neck, squinting your eyes.
"Come on, sweetheart." He walked with you. The whole way keeping pace with you, shooting a glance at you every time you made a slightly off noise. You eventually came upon the settlement he had spoke of, only it was completely empty. Only decaying bodies of people remained.
"Guess we got the whole place to ourselves," Cooper's hands went on his hips. He led you into what looked like an old house. Shooting his gun into the ceiling to make sure no one remained. No response.
Cooper helped you into an abandoned room. Dark other than a slight glow coming in through a single window in the room. An older mattress and a nightstand were the only things in the room. Once you got sat, Cooper went looking through the house for a form of something to mend your wound. You could hear his heavy boots throughout the entire house.
"I need to bandage you up," he spoke across the room. You looked at him. Hesitantly, you took your jacket off laying it on the mattress behind you. You unbuttoned the shirt underneath, leaving you in an exposed white tank-top. Stained around the shoulder with your deep red blood. He joined you, standing at the edge of where you sat. He wetted a piece of cloth, dabbing your wound. You gritted your teeth.
"Clean through you," he mumbled.
You watched as he gently cleaned your wound the best he could. You found yourself admiring how he was treating you. He was brash and coarse most moments, but right now he felt soft. Like he was worried about you.
His eyes looked up yours before directing back to your shoulder. For the moment your eyes met, it felt like everything slowed down. Like he was truly taking care of you. Eyes checking to make sure he was not hurting you.
He wrapped a dry piece of the same cloth around your wound, gently lifting your arm to make sure it was on properly.
"Thank you, Cooper," you breathed out. His eyes shot up at your face. Jaw slightly hanging open like he wanted to say something he could not. Slightly hooded eyes stared into yours. He lifted his hand from your shoulder as if he was going to caress your face, before swiftly putting it back down, "Have to make sure you're able to fire tomorrow." He turned his head. A small smile creeped on your face as you looked at him.
Cooper swallowed and cleared his throat. He stood up suddenly, his back to you. "Get some rest," he mumbled through his hand.
"What are you going to do?" You asked as you scooted back onto the mattress. You laid back, stretching your body out.
"I-" he looked over his shoulder at you. He could swear his cock jumped in his pants. Your body on display, skin-tight shirt showing off your breasts, unbuttoned pants showing your pantyline, your hair disheveled, sweat decorating every inch of your exposed skin. He took a deep breath, composing himself. "I'm going to keep watch," he spoke monotonous.
"You could try and get a little rest yourself," you grumbled, "We have a pretty big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Doesn't matter," he spoke stern, "Can't trust anyone, anywhere." You huffed at him. You rested your eyes, not quite ready to go to sleep. Your shoulder ached, pulsing under your skin. Silence filled the room around you. Your mind wondered to who Cooper was before the war. You knew he had been around longer than most people. Maybe he did not even remember who he was. You wondered if he had a family. If he had any hobbies. What his favorite drink was. You wondered what made him him.
Time passed. Your mind wandered imaging Cooper with hair. The image of him from your dream stuck with you. You bet he was charismatic. Somehow your body was still fighting sleep. Maybe it was the adrenaline from getting shot.
"No one's coming, Coop," you sighed, throwing your legs over the side of the bed.
"Why the hell are you getting up," he walked over to be standing in front of you. "I'm grown," you scoffed.
"Yes, I know that," he rolled his eyes, "I just want you to rest. I don't wanna hear you bitching tomorrow about how bad your shoulder hurts when you won't even lay down for a few hours."
Your head fell forward, eyes in your lap. Cooper stood in the same spot, waiting for you to lay back down.
Doe eyes stared up at him now. The slight light coming through the window illuminated half his face. You watched as his tongue wetted his dry lips. Hooded eyes stared down at you. Warmth washed over your body as you stared at him. "Don't give me those sad eyes," tilting his head. Neither of you were backing down. Both refusing to give into the other.
"What do I gotta do to get you to lay down?" Cooper blew his breath out. You thought of a hundred things you could say to him, ranging from snarky to sexy.
"Sit here and talk to me," you whispered. Cooper's expression softened. Something neither of you had done since reuniting: talked. You went straight into the mission back on the run. You had learned his name, but other than that there was nothing else but minor arguments and groans of disdain.
He clamped his teeth together, looking towards the window. He gestured at you to scoot down on the mattress, "This is stupid." Normally that would have angered you, but in this moment you could not help but smile at him. He was slightly slouched, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Why didn't you turn me in to those guys?" you questioned looking at his hands. You caught him off guard. He stammered slightly, "I-I... You're more important for me to keep you. Besides they would have just came back for me."
Important to him...
You nodded at his response. Thinking it over.
"What did you used to look like?" you smirked at him. If looks could kill, you would be dead. His head sped around to look at your face. He exhaled a slight chuckle. He licked his lips, smiling slightly like the memories made him happy. "Handsome," he grinned for a moment. "Oh?" you laughed out. "Handsomer than any boy you've seen in the Wastelands, that's for sure. 'Kind of handsome that you'd see in the movies," he sat up straight looking at you. You giggled at him. He framed his face with his gloved hands, "Can't you see this on the big screen?" He faked a toothy smile at you.
For a moment you both felt human. Like the world was good.
You had never seen him smile as much as he did right now. Maybe you were both getting comfortable again. Sometimes people moved past bad moments in their past. Maybe you and Cooper could...
"You don't get to ask me all the questions now," Cooper cocked his head at you. You gestured for him to go on and ask. You saw smugness dance across his face. "How was that night?" he grinned. You rolled your eyes, cheeks getting red from the memory. You shoved his shoulder, "Is that all you ever think about?" Cooper chuckled, "Okay, okay... But-" "Oh my God!"
You both laughed together for a moment before silence washed over the room. Somewhere in the laughing his hand had ended up on your thigh. Heat radiated when you realized.
You looked at him with slightly hooded eyes, the light making your eyes glow in the darkness. Your mouth ran dry, you swallowed heavy. Tension so thick in the room that you were losing your breath.
"Do you ever think that..." Cooper started before stopping himself. He blew his breath out, standing up off the bed. He walked back over to the window, hands on his hips. He tapped his foot slightly. He was angry at himself. He wanted to be soft for you. He wanted to fuck you again. He wanted a life with you that he could not have anymore. You stared at him from the bed.
Things got too comfortable. You scared him off. He can't be soft for you, not how you want.
You stood up, taking your pants off. Cooper looked over, watching you strip down to your underwear. "I'll lay back down," you mumbled a little disappointed, "Thank you for looking out, Cooper." You curled up under the old blanket wishing you were wrapped in his arms. You took a deep breath. Forcing your eyes to squint shut.
Silence for only a moment.
~~~
END//Part 3
[Thank you for reading! If you are interested in being tagging in any of my writings donât be afraid to message me! All tag lists are open! I have a master taglist and one for each character!]
Tags:
@mortuus-poet | @giggle-shade | @ghcstvibess | @pixelatedprofilepic | @maezydaezy |
#cooper howard#cooper howard x reader#walton goggins#the ghoul x reader#the ghoul#fallout#fallout tv series#writing#fanfic#sexymonsterfics
150 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sickness and Health
A married!Javi Drabble based on this request
Series Masterlist
Rating: All fluff except for a few inappropriate words
A/N: I had to use this gif because I couldnât think of anything for sick Javi. Just imagine heâs wiping his snot instead of his sweat (youâre welcome for the new mental association Iâve created)đ€Ș. I got this request a month ago and Iâm writing it only now đ Sorry anon requester, but I hope you see this and like it đ
Iâll be fine, he said. Itâs just allergies, he said. My god querida, stop mothering me, he said. Yet here he was, flopped on the sofa with a leg on the floor as he snored. The man never came home before her. There were times when heâd come home briefly in the morning to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes before bolting out the door with nothing to spare her other than a rushed kiss. And now here he was at 5 PM, sleeping.
She placed a hand on his forehead, wincing when she found him burning up. Not to say she told him so, but she told him so. But he would hear none of it. The man dropped her off at work with the promise that heâd take an Advil if he needed before driving away to the embassy. He probably forgot. Or his promise was made just to placate her, stop her from being the nagging wife.
She didnât quite know how to do it, the wife thing. Was she supposed to force a pill down his throat? Would she be the annoying nagging wife men talked shit about to their friends if she did? Was she supposed to leave him be? Would she be a bad wife for neglecting him and letting him go to work ill?
Knowing the man, he probably didnât have anything to eat. His only intake was whiskey and tobacco from all the smoking he did. Was she supposed to pack him lunch? Send food to the embassy? She didnât know. He never asked for anything and was happy to eat what she gave him when he came home. She provided dinner, leaving it on the table and leaving a note on his bed reminding him to eat it. Sometimes she managed to force a glass of OJ into his hand in the morning. But that was all. Lunch was a big question mark. What he ate when in Medellin was a blind spot.
Retrieving some chicken, carrot, celery and broth from the refrigerator, she got to work. With some time, spices and low music playing on the radio, the soup was ready to be served.
She poured some into a bowl, placed it on the coffee table and hovered over him. Beads of sweat had collected on his forehead, either from the hot weather or his sickness. Messy black hair stuck to his forehead and she reached over and pushed it back.
âJaviâŠâ
Nothing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently. âJavi?â He stayed still as a rock. Goddamn. The man usually woke up at the slightest noise. A bullet could leave a gun two miles away and he would hear it. It was rare that he slept at all, so when he did, she did everything in her power to keep his surroundings quiet.
âMi amorâŠâ she called, caressing his sweat soaked forehead. âCome on, get up. You need to eat something.â
He trembled under her touch and whined something incomprehensible. She tried again, called his name while giving gentle rubs to his shoulders. ââŠhurts.â
âI know, baby. I know,â she said, smiling at his half-awake form. He looked so sweet like this, so innocent and childlike. She wanted to pick him up like he was a puppy and give him a million kisses. He might be a big bad federal agent but sleeping on their couch like this, he was her little puppy.
â⊠âs the paperwork andâŠWysessionâŠla QuicaâŠumm and yeah what do I think?â He mumbled, making her laugh. This fucker would not survive without his job. It took a few more tries and sweet words, some of which embarrassing enough that sheâd never repeat to him if he were awake. His eyes opened a little, his mumbling about work dimmed down and he spoke her name.
âYeah. Itâs me. Get up. I made soup. You should have some, have a Tylenol and sleep on the bed. Okay?â
âWhat time is it?â He asked, sitting up suddenly.
âSix thirty three.â The man always wanted the exact time. No rounding up or down. It was unnerving.
He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palms. âFuck. Got an early meeting at eight with Noonan. Gonna be late. Sheâll kill me,â he said, getting up. He hunched over the couch, hand gripping on to the leather of the headrest for support as his other hand clutches his head.
â8 PM is not an early meeting. Unless youâre talking about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.â
âTomorrow? Wait, whatâs the time?â
âSix thirty. In the evening. You have a bad fever and you were asleep on the couch when I got home at five.â
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath.
âYeah. Fuck. Now sit down and have some soup. You canât have Tylenol on an empty stomach.â
âActually, I can. The body absorbs it faster on an empty stomach.â
âAlright buddy, sit down and have the soup,â she said, coaxing him to sit next to her on the couch. He sat a bit too close to her, leaning on her shoulder and placing his weight on her.
âFeel like absolute shit,â he said, dipping the spoon into the bowl of hot soup. He blew on it once and then twice before drinking it. âSo good.â
âThank you, baby,â he said, pulling her to his side. She did not want to contract whatever he had and proximity would increase the chances of infection. But she didnât have the heart to push him away. Even on a normal day, the man liked physical contact with her. It could be anything from a hand on her back when they were out in public to full on cuddling her in bed. He just showed his affection through touch. She didnât want to deny him affection when he was so vulnerable and soft.
He drank it down quietly, wincing every now and then from his headache. He even surprised her by asking for a second helping and she gave it to him gladly, even topping his bowl up another time when he wasnât looking.
âNow Tylenol.â
âNooo,â he whined, flopping back on the backrest of the couch. âHate pills.â
She laughed and popped a pill out of the foil wrapper before handing a glass of water to him. âAww, is the big baby afraid of pills?â
âNot scared,â he pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant three year old. Good god. Was this really the man being paid by the US government to catch Escobar? Or was he the secret sweet cuddly twin to her grumpy sassy Javi?
âRight. Definitely not scared. Now have it.â
âIâll be fine without it. Just need to sleep.â
âSure, Dr. Peña. If you say so,â she teased. She was definitely noting down all the details of his behavior in her head to tease him with later. âCan you have the liquid Tylenol?â She asked, recalling seeing a bottle of it in their medicine cabinet.
âYeah.â
âOkay,â she said, getting up to go fetch the Tylenol for him. Before she could step away, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at him to find him staring at her with those big brown eyes, all wide and precious. He was still grumpy, but less intimidating and more adorable. âI need to take my hand with me, AgenteâŠâ
âNo.â
âNo?â
âDonât go. I miss you.â
âItâll just be gone for a minute. Iâll get you your Tylenol and be right back.â Huffing, he finally let go of her hand. When she returned, he smiled up at her lazily before grabbing both her wrists.
âJaviâŠI canât give you your medicine if you donât let go of my hand.â
âExactly.â
âDonât tell me youâre afraid of this too. There is no plan C, Javier. Pill or this,â she said, holding up the bottle of the liquid acetaminophen.
âThat tastes like shit.â
âYeah. Youâll survive.â
âI wooooonât,â he whined, pulling her onto his lap. He may be very sick, but he was still strong and worse, unaware of how much force he exerted. She fell with her face forward, smushing into his chest. She made a low sound of satisfaction before wrapping his arms around her and settling his chin on her head.
âBebitoâŠâ
ââm not your bebito. Iâm your husband.â
âYeah yeah. Then stop acting like a bebito, bebito.â
âDonât do this to me. That thing tastes vile. Tastes like shit. Like, like horse shit mixed in with rat poison.â
âGod, you drama queen,â she teased, adjusting herself on his lap to sit up properly. âItâs just 20 ml. Have some of it, drink some water to wash the taste off and go to bed. God knows you need the rest.â
âFine. On one condition.â
âUh huh?â
âBit of whiskey after the medicine.â
Absolutely not.
âOf course, baby. All the whiskey you want,â she lied through her sweet smile. She did not have the energy to argue with a gigantic baby she couldnât yell at. Sheâd make him have the medicine first and figure out the rest when she had to.
At the mention of whiskey, he smiled wider than the day they got married and happily let go of her wrists. She hissed at the dull pain around them, flushing when she realized just how strong he was. Yet he never used such strength on her, handling her gentler than this even when she asked for rough treatment. Sheâd have to ask for more the next time⊠she looked away from him embarrassed. The man was sick and delirious, for fuckâs sake. It wasnât the most appropriate time to be horny.
âTilt your head back,â she ordered and he followed immediately, exposing his neck to her. âNow open your mouth,â she said, bringing the little cup of the liquid to his lips. It went alright for the first second, but when it touched his tastebuds, he gagged and groaned.
âUhh that was fucking disgusting!â
âThat was just 10 ml. You need another 10 for the full dosage.â
âNo, no, no. Please donât do this,â he begged before sticking his tongue out as though casting out the organ for making him experience the medicineâs taste.
âPlease, Javier⊠Just one more, okay?â She said, pouring him the other half of the dose. âImagine youâre taking a tequila shot.â
âThen it should be on your bellybutton with salt on your tits and a lemon wedge between your lips.â
Horndog
âSuuure. You couldnât tell it was evening and not morning just half an hour back but you think you can do a body shot, huh?â
âAbsolutely can. You didnât know me in college. Plus Iâll do anything to lick your tits,â he said, his eyes looking too adorable for the things he said. Shouldnât he be too sick to be horny?
âAlright big guy, open upâ she said, tipping his chin back and forcing the rest of his medicine down his throat. He groaned and whined once more and summoned a couple demons with the sounds he produced.
âTequila?â He asked, pouting as he fixed his puppy dog eyes on her.
âSure. Go sit on the bed and Iâll bring you the goods,â she said, helping him get off the couch.
âPerfect. Youâre the best wife, you know that?â
âIâm your only wife. You donât have much else to compare me to, do you?â
âFine, Iâll get more wives. Test the hypo- hypoâŠtenuse?â He asked, squinting.
âHypothesis.â
âThatâs what I said.â
âYou said hypotenuse. Thatâs the longest side of a right angled triangle.â
âThe fuck,â he said under his breath, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom. When sheâd gotten him to lie down, he pulled her to himself and held her to his chest. She was yet to have dinner and there was a tv program sheâd wanted to watch before bed. But with his arms around her and his lips mumbling in his sleep, she couldnât bring herself to pull away.
It wasnât often that she got to be wrapped up in his arms at this early hour. Why fight it when she could savor it.
#pedro pascal#javier peña#javier peña x reader#javier peña x y/n#javier peña x ofc#javier peña x you#javier peña fanfiction#javier peña fluff#javier peña drabble#domestic javier peña#married javier peña#pedro pascal character fanfic#narcos javier#narcos fic#narcos fanfiction#javier pena fanfiction#javier pena one shot#javier pena x reader#javier peña imagine#all that i've inflicted on the world
845 notes
·
View notes
Text
đđ«đąđŻđ
(steve x fem!reader smut)
written for @imyourdaninow I love you so much Dani! đ€
wordcount- 970
warnings (do not read unless youâre eighteen or over! mutual masturbation, phone sex, name calling. reader is driving) if Iâve missed something please reach out to me! hope you enjoy, feedback is always welcome and appreciated! love you guys!
âBaby, did you hear what I said?â You snap back to reality at the sound of Steveâs voice coming through your carâs speakers. Youâd zoned out for a moment around the time when Steve couldnât shut up absolut wanting to get his mouth on you. âThis isnât fair, you know Iâm driving home baby.â You whine out, pouting even though he couldnât see you do it. The older man laughed on the other end, you could picture his smile in your head, he was far too cocky.
âAwww but isnât that a part of the fun honey? Donât you like being all wet for me? Donât you like being my pathetic slut?â You bite back a moan that threatens to slip out at his words, squeezing your legs together as you try to keep your car on the road and not run off into a ditch because your boyfriend is a menace. âI know you took your bullet with you, you always do, why donât you use it while you drive baby?â You roll your eyes, really you wanted to slap him silly for this, you sigh and reach over into your bag, pulling your mini vibe out, Steve knew you far too well.
âYouâre holding it arenât you?â You roll your eyes harder, pushing your hips up to pull your pants down to your knees, slowing down a little. You hold the button down, turning it on before pressing it against yourself, letting a strangled moan out, hearing Steveâs breathing pick up on the other side of the phone call. âI canât believe youâre actually doing this baby, youâre so fucking dirty. Canât even wait to get home to get off for me can you?â You shake your head slightly, gripping the steering wheel in your other hand that isnât busy pleasuring yourself.
âN-no, canât help it baby, you turn me on so much. I wish you were here, wanna pull over and ride you in my backseat.â Steve moans loudly, the slick sound of him rubbing his cock rings throughout the small space of your car. âFuck, listen to you, wouldnât even care if someone saw us either would you? All youâd care about is how deep inside you I could go, I think youâd love it if people driving by looked over and saw you bouncing yourself down around me, you want everyone to know who owns you.â
The aching in your body intensifies as you stop at a red light, his words shooting straight down to where you need them the most, youâre so wet it covers your thighs, leaking down onto your seat, youâd have to clean that up soon but for now you were enjoying the sensation of your boyfriends dirty words, not even caring if someone looked over and saw what you were doing. It would only make you cum harder if they did. âPlease, I c-canât last much longer Steve, need you please.â You press the button again, the vibrations kicking up some as you try to stop your hips from moving too much.
âCumming already? What a desperate thing you are, do you think you deserve to cum? I think youâre being a very bad girl right now, getting off in the car isnât what good girls do, baby.â You grit your teeth, what a fucker. âI-Iâm sorry! Please I canât anymore.â You bite your lip hard, feeling your orgasm approaching faster and faster, your legs shaking as you check your mirror, looking around to make sure you werenât keeping someone from being able to pass you. Steve says nothing, his breathing ragged as you hear his fist working himself faster and faster, the combination of trying to focus and feeling lust drunk makes your mind spin. You feel dizzy, or like a feral animal, he was driving you insane.
âJust think baby, if you cum really good for me, Iâll give you whatever you want when you get home. Iâll drop to my knees at the fucking door and eat you out like you deserve, Iâll fucking worship you, now, cum for me, show me how desperate you are, let me hear you.â He says. The fire burning within your veins finally becomes too much, you pull over quickly slamming on the breaks and quickly putting your car in park, a few more circles over your clit and the sound of Steveâs praises is all it takes.
You should be in porn, is the only thing you can think of as you cum, the breathy sounds coming out of you were enough to make you cum even harder than you already were. Steve didnât last much longer on the other end, grunting out some things you couldnât understand along with breathy little âfucks.â You quickly turn your toy off, your hands trembling as you throw it down onto the seat next to you. You slump down, gripping onto the wheel as your entire body trembles. Your seat completely soaked under your ass creating an uncomfortable feeling as you lift up your hips again, pulling your ruined underwear and pants back up your legs.
Steve laughs before speaking again, his voice sounding hoarse from how loud he was being just moments ago. âHoly shit baby, that was the hottest shit youâve ever done.â He praises, causing your face to flush as you shush him. You two quickly fall back into a regular conversation as you turn your blinker on, putting your car into drive and pulling back onto the highway slowly. You hoped Steve would make good on his promise when you got home, you cranked up the air conditioner and shook your head giggling at some joke he was currently making, pressing down on the gas with the thought of him waiting for you at the door, on his knees.
taglist đ·ïž
@bunnyhargrove @sweetdazequeen @steves-babysitter @reidsbtch
#steve harrington smut#steve smut#steve harrington x female reader smut#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n smut
251 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trouble in Paradise slowed down
Anika Kayoko x Male Reader
Request: could you do a male deadpool reader protecting Anika
Anika finished her class and you watched her come out of the classroom. You start to follow her but you are trying not to get too close to her. But Anika pretends to take out her cell phone and you look away. But she noticed you following her for days but hasn't said anything to you. She walked towards the library and pretended to go inside. You were about to go inside but she grabbed you by your shirt and slammed against the wall.
âY/n, why are you always following me around?â Anika asked.
She lets go of your shirt and you have one class with her.
âOh, just enjoying the fresh airâ You smiled.
âWe are in school the only fresh air here is from the vent on the third floor,â Anika said.
âI really enjoy your company,â You said.
âYou do know that I'm gay, right,â Anika said.
âSure do, girl powerâ You winked.
âYou are weird, Y/n I like weird,â Anika said.
âThatâs meâ You smiled.
âMy girlfriend's friend would love you, Taraâ
âOh, Tara Carpenter, yah high, nice smile, good butt, yeah never heard of her,â You said.
âYou are already hitting that?â Anika asked.
âYep, please don't tell Sam,â You said.
âI won't tell Sam,â Anika said.
You and Anika went to get lunch together. You tell her how you met Tara but Tara doesn't know that you are in love with her.
ââ-
You live alone and you are cleaning your gun while singing to the Spice Girls.
âColours of the world Spice up your life Every boy and every girl. Spice up your life, People of the world. Spice up your life Aah⊠I should be a singerâ You said.
You kept singing along to the song. Your phone sends you an alert text and you start to read it. You get Anikaâs location and you start to get ready, you put on your mask. After grabbing your gun, you get an Uber and you keep looking at the tracking app.
⯠⯠⯠âŻ
Anika is on campus and Ghostface starts to chase her. She managed to lose him and she went to the storage room to hide. She texted you that she is in the storage room hiding. You kicked the door open
âWhat in the earth, wind, and fire is going on here?!â You yelled.
Ghostface enters the room
âDonât worry your girlfriend will meet you soon,â Ghostface said.
You aimed your gun at Ghostface.
âHey fucker, don't fucking touch my fucking best friend!â You yelled.
âY/n?â Anika
âYep,â You said.
âYouâre Deadpool?â Anika asked.
âAt your service,â You said.
âGhostface is getting away,â Anika said.
âNope,â You said.
You pulled the trigger again, the bullet went straight through the back of his headâŠ
âNow let's look at who this fucker is under the mask,â You said.
You take off the mask of Ghostface.
âLooks like a fucking pussyâ You said.
âThatâs Ethan,â Anika said.
âThe same Ethan that has tried to hook up with Tara?â You said.
âYeah,â Anika said.
You pulled the trigger many times and that made Anika jump.
âI think he is deadâ Anika said.
âWooops finger slipped,â You said.
âTen times?â Anika asked.
âIt happens,â You said.
âY/n,â Anika said.
âYeah?â You said.
âThank you for saving me,â Anika said.
âOf course bestie, I would have burned the entire town down to the ground to find the killer if you had died,â You said.
âGood thing it didn't come to thatâ Anika said.
âYep, now let's go get food I'm starving,â You said.
âMy treatâ Anika said.
âFuck yes, saving people is the best, especially free food afterwardâ You smiled.
âIâm digging the red suit,â Anika said.
âItâs sooo cool, right!?â You cheerfully said.
âIt is coolâ Anika smiled.
You hug her too tight and she starts to laugh.
You and Anika went to a Spanish restaurant. You ordered a lot of food and you still have on the suit. When the food arrived, you and Anika started to eat but she stopped. She is speechless at how you are eating your food. You are taking huge bites and your suit starts to get dirty.
âWow, you are really hungry,â Anika said
âYeah, I'm always hungry. These taste so good!â You smiled
You kept eating more and she started to eat again. You shared your tacos with her and she shared her burrito with you. After a while of eating, you feel full that you want to take a nap. Later, You and Anika took food home but you didn't want to leave her side.
You didn't go home and you followed her inside the apartment.
âY/n, you don't have to stay with me,â Anika said.
âOh, I'm not leaving your side,â You said.
âBut I texted Mindy and the others, they are coming,â Anika said.
âSo?â You said.
âYou don't have pajamas,â Anika said.
âYes, I do,â You said.
âWhat?â Anika asked.
You go to the bathroom to change. You leave your boxers and tank top on but you put on her bathrobe. Mindy, Sam, and Tara arrived, and they were in shock at what you had on.
#Anika Kayoko imagine#anika kayoko x reader#x male reader#male!reader#male reader#scream 6 imagines#scream 6 imagine
90 notes
·
View notes
Note
sorry to be that rehash that droid de suggondeez plotline (I REFUSE TO CORRECTLY SPELL FRENCH) with big e stealing a wife but could we pretttty ppLEAAAASE get some more mothiir? i am obsessed with the eldritch inhuman but human behaviour you write him with. it makes me want to chew on him while simultaneously wanting to beat him with a brick out of hatred. i have so many ideas. but ill take anything you offer up fr ill live off the scraps like a feral dog, its just that the the whole david and goliath vibe is TASTYYYY. please dignify my complete insanity for just an intsy winsy second because all i can imagine is how utterly FUCKED the stolenwife!reader's pov is. you try fight back a little too much? oh haha, ur so cute, but keep biting or scratching him and he'll sicc one of the custodes (or a few) to really try you out. let you be so overstimulated youre begging for something in you, and oh boy big e'll sooo do that dont worry. or maybe humble you by keeping you basically half bare like yeah not so cocky now LMFAO IM SO SORRY I NEVER GIVE PROMPTS SO BRAZENLY LIKE THIS BC IM A COWARD FULL OF SHAMEEE UR SO MUCH BRAVER THAN MEEE (thank you sm if you do or dont run with anything i spat out just then)
first of all, never apologise for requesting stuff and also i totally respect your disrespect of the French language. as an englishwoman i am contractually obligated to hate those frog-eating bastards (disclaimer: this is satire pls donât cancel me). secondly i absolutely love your description of my interpretation of big e because it is also exactly how i feel about him. beat him with brick, pat hair, back to brick. I know i have moved away from that content but I still wave my emperor fucker flag and am always taking requests for him
i promise there will be actual coherent fic soon, but for now here is a bullet pointed list of the sort of things that guilliwife experiences (if there is one in particular you want a full fix of let me know):
the Emperor steals you, and does not think to tell Guilliman â why would he? He fucks you, enjoys it tremendously, then has to go and do some important Master of Mankind warp fuckery that means you spend about a fortnight in some random rooms with no one to talk to but the Custodes. And they barely talk! You never work out if they are bodyguards or prison guards, since you canât imagine that you are important enough to warrant guarding, but you also donât think that there is much effort needed to stop you escaping. Where would you even go?
It would be so much easier if he was always a selfish monster in bed â but he isnât. Worse: he eats pussy exactly how you think a man with millennia of practice would. He likes bringing you to the very edge of orgasm and just stopping, pillowing his cheek on your stomach and watching as you whine and cry, partly with guilt and partly with sheer frustration. You end up begging him to fuck you, stumbling out every title you can think of â lord, emperor, sire, master â but his patience is limitless, and he can keep going for hours, until youâre completely insensible, promising every depraved thing if he will just stop teasing and put it in you
You belong to him. No one else is allowed to touch you â apart from valdor, one of his oldest friends and dearest allies. And captain Kytan. And a few other custodes. Sometimes at the same time. Theyâre extensions of his most absolutely not divine will â they can partake in the same luxuries he allows himself, otherwise what kind of a leader would he be? He likes seeing his best soldiers happy, especially when itâs because valdor is balls deep in your arse, while he enjoys the sweet warm stretch of your throat. You jostle and whimper between them, so full that you can barely breathe, and afterwards the emperor watches as valdor thumbs open your cheeks, just to watch your holes struggle to close up around the shape of his cock. Still, valdor canât linger too long - there is already a line
He will cum inside you so much you swear your stomach bulges a little from it all. You have nightmares about popping like a balloon
eventually word reaches the Emperor that Guilliman is looking to speak to him as a matter of urgency â he is currently buried deep in your throat, enjoying the cute little gluck-gluck-gluck noises your gag reflex makes as you try to fit him all the way into your tight gullet. He does not ask you to stop this before answering the vox from a distraught Roboute, who is blathering about his fiancĂ©e going missing? The Emperor chuckles a little to himself, patting your hair â ah, having a woman to be wed and a woman in his bed, Roboute is far more like his father than first thought â wait. Ah. Singular woman. Singular. Shit.
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sun Burnt: Yandere Reborn
Lot of stereotypes came with having certain Flame types I mused. As bullets rammed into my back, ricocheting around me like bouncy balls of death. My feet eating up the earth as fast as I could. It was all kinds of unfair.
Like? If you were a Sun? You were expected to be gregarious. Cheerful. Some happy go lucky healer type. To hell with your ambitions, I got a paper cut! And a storm? Well OBVIOUSLY watch out! We got a HOT HEAD over here! Look out for the HOT HEAD! A TEMPERAMENTAL ASSHOLE coming through!
I mean? Maybe they're pissed cause you keep POKING at them, huh? Wouldn't anybody?
I dodge down an alley. Jumping trash cans. Throwing them down behind me. Hearing curses and howls of outrage. Man, they are persistent. And! And like? Being a LIGHTNING?! God, being a LIGHTNING can SUCK sometimes! Sure, I get to be a Tank. And yeah. Human tazer. Pretty neat. But the ASSHOLES!
It's all "ooooh~! You're nothing but a DUMB MEAT SHEILD! Come be my DUMB MEAT SHEILD and lick my BOOTS, meat sheild! That's all you're good for! Because you're so DUMB! Impulsive! We wanna use you to solve our stupid ass turf disputes and lead you ooooon~!" Like? Fuckin REALLY?!
Is it MY fault your brains move so slow? That you're so SQUISHY? I'm not fucking IMPULSIVE! I think things through! I just do it FASTER then you jack asses! Granted... never said I do it BETTER. I may, in fact, be a dumbass. Probably am. All signs point to "maybe"...
......ARE THEY SERIOUSLY STILL CHASING ME!?
It was MY haul!!!
Steal your own SHIT!!!
And yeah, was it WISE to flip the table, punch the Don, and jump out a window with the fugly ass statue they planned to stiff me on? No. No it was not. But I REFUSE to not get paid! Try to steal from ME will you?! I'ma toss this fucker into the SEA!!! Swim for it BITCHES!
I skid onto the main road of Mafia Island. Knocking over somebody's fancy ass mistress. Probably gonna pay for THAT too. Fuck it! Yolo! I am pouring on the Lightning flames at this point. COATED. The metaphorical bull in this, the mafia land China shop. Pulling shooting. Amused and playing bets. Flames rising up to brush against me.
I am a fuckin circus act on display and I HATE it.
But by all that is holy! Those bastards ARE NOT getting their stupid statue back!
To the SEA with it! I shall cast it to the briny BLUE!
FUCK THOSE GUYS!
The crowd is parting like the red fucking sea. Except... except?! Oh shit! Pretty guy on a suit! Move pretty guy! MOVE!! Aaaaah!
I barely... BARELY!! Manage to stop myself from running into Pretty? Hiiitman? Hitman. Got a gun. Very calm. Yep, hitman. Barely! Dodge! By forward flipping OVER the guy and Superhero sticking the landing. Dropping the statue but... meh. Don't care. I still plan to...
Are. You. FUCKING SERIOUS!?
Drugs!?
That FUGLY STATUE WAS HOLLOW! No WONDER they were so desperate to get it! They were BREAKING Vongola's BAN!!! Ooooooh! I'm TELLING! You FUCKERS USED ME!!! Jail! Ten thousand years JAIL! Kill um, Mr. Hitman! They're dirty, non-thief paying, DRUG MAKERS!
Am I pointing accusingly? Yes. Hanging over the hitmans shoulder like the tattling tattle that I am? Absolutely. Jail for them! Get um! Boooooo! My flames still coat every part of me. Which is why I can FEEL when the hitman decides... "fuck it. Why not?"
I can TELL? Because it's like feeling the mountain you're standing on suddenly deciding to move. Like a giant, blinking their eyes open and beginning to stand. Rising up and up and UP. So great it feels impossible. The Sun flames infront of me? Go beyond the concept of "powerful".
It's like standing in front of a star up close.
So bright and burning fury, it consumes all other light.
I can't even FEEL the other Flames around us anymore. Almost can't HEAR what's going on. He... he has a low, purring voice. Like espresso. Smooth. The smell of gunpowder and decadent things... CLINGS to him like a lover. The suit under my carelessly grabbing hands... f... feels EXPENSIVE.
Bad. T... this is BAD. D..Don't panic. Just. Just let go! Yeah? Let go, be polite, and apologize. Y... you'll be okay. Oh god. What did I DO?! L... LET GO. Move! W.. why can't I MOVE?!
I feel more then hear the shots. The slight recoil. Utterly effortless, he ends their lives. An amused lilt to whatever he's saying. His head tilts so he can view me from the corner of his eye. A mean smirk on his beautiful face. I amuse him. My FEAR amuses him.
His Flames reach out like a crushing fist... I... I can not move...
The world seems to STOP.
As two notes of the same song find each other. Flitting and high to some great and terrible low. The two farthest ends of a Set, still empty, with no sky to hold it in balance. Yet? Resonance none the less.
"Oh~?"
The flat disinterest of those abyssal eyes changes. Like a damning light flickering on in the dark. Leading something terrifying straight towards me. No longer just background noise. I was interesting. I... I didn't WANT to be interesting! No, no, NO!
He turned towards me.
And my stomach plummets straight through the earth. Oh god. Please God, no.
Before me stand a terrifying legend. Living infamy itself. THE World's Greatest Hitman, it's greatest killer, Reborn. Who's eyes were locked on my face with a terrible interest. Who's Flames, vast and hungry, tugged and prowled at the edge of my own. His mean little smirk had turned into something that could pass for charming... if I didn't know who he was.
If I wasn't probably going to die.
He casually tucked his gun away. Pulled his other hand from his pocket. And then... oh god. Then two burning weights clamped down on my shoulders. No where to run. No chance of escape. He leaned forward, towering over me.
"You know, I didn't catch your name, bella. Who do you work for again? We have so much to LEARN about each other, don't you think? All the time in the world. Now... give me your phone."
I whimpered. His hands were almost burning with Sun flames. They washed over me in a greedy search for ties that bind and cracks in my defenses. Pushing and pushing. Trying to get IN. Covetous.
"After all~ It's not like you could possibly escape me."
#threepandas#yandere#Sun Burnt au#yandere khr#yandere reborn#yandere x reader#katekyo hitman reborn#yandere oc#stalker yandere#like you WOULD NOT BELIEVE#but not yet#lightning flames reader#reader insert
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thinking about Actor Au like how @no-see-um-incorrect did!
Bittersweet:
Interviewer: So tell me about you holding the gun at Derek?
Boo giggling: okay so like that came up bc I was reading the script and the backstory of Al, Seth and Derek.
Alphonse: oh shit yeah!
Boo: I was reading and just blurted out "I would put a bullet in this fuckers head." And everyone was shocked hearing me say that!
Seth: yeah bc you got this face when ya said it hon. Like you were actually gonna do it!
Boo: Yurri ended up liking the idea so that was added!
Star Cross Streamers:
Interviewer: So, when you started to work on Star Cross Streamer what did you think of actually meeting Star who is a big streamer?
Faust: I was actually really nervous meeting them and like acting with them as well. Since I'm an okay streamer and they're like a big shot right?
Star holding their chest: I made you nervous?!?!
Faust giggling: uuhhh yeah??? You were this cool person that was nice to everyone and I was a bitch.
Star: hey! You fixed your attitude anyways your much more enjoyable now!
Faust blinking: Did my attitude annoy you!?!?
Star giggling: no silly! I mean your just a but nicer now!
Escape:
Interviewer: Auron, we heard that when Rook first met you they flirted right away at you?
*Rook hiding their face and nodding*
Auron: Ha! They did Yuuri wanted dme to meet them and I walked in. A wolf whistle was heard and they shot me a "Hey handsome how you doing?~"
Rook blushing and looking away: God I was like shocked seeing a hot dude and decided to flirt to calm myself.
Auron: don't worry it was flattering and nice. Also Yuuri got a laugh out of it.
Rook: he did he was trying to breath as I was blushing and not looking at you as I apologized for coming off so strong.
Demon Boyfriend:
Interviewer: So Lucien how do you feel about having to take three hours to get ready for your shooting?
Angel whispering: oh here we go
Lucien: Its so annoying!! And it gets itchy when I'm in it for too long!! Which suchs bc i mess up my lines with the voice changer.
Angel: there are MANY bloopers with Lucien.
Lucien pouting: Also it's hard to eat and cook in my set up.
Interviewer: Oh? You cook on set actually?
Lucien smiling: I'm a culinary student right now! Yuuri liked the idea of me actually cooking with the series so he let me!
Angel: I'm the taste tester when he makes something on set. Also once we tried doing brownies for a episode but Yuuri scrapped it bc it didnt seem right I think?
Lucien: But when a episode gets scrapped and there was food everyone gets some goodies bc of it.
Angel: yeah hes basically the mom of the group bc of it. He always asks if someone's hungry and starts cooking if someone complains about being even a pit peckish.
Lost & Found
Interviewer: So you two were actually childhood friends?
Charlie nodding: yeah we are!
Casper laying on him slightly: yeah I knew this loser since like middle school.
Charlie rolling his eyes: like you weren't a loser too!!
Interviewer: did some of the childhood friendship got added to the story?
Casper chuckling: yeah Yuuri was surprised when he found out we WERE childhood friends turned lovers and he loved how it feels real.
Charlie: but it also makes it hard being serious sometimes.
Casper: theres lots of bloopers where its Charlie messing up and I'm dogging on him for messing up. Then it turns into a big bicker thing and Yuuri has to scold us.
Charlie: yeah we get scolded the most out of everyone after Lucien. Its bc he eats too much on set.
#yuurivoice#yuurivoice incorrect quotes#yuurivoice auron#yuurivoice alphonse#yuurivoice charlie#yuurivoice faust#yuurivoice seth#yuurivoice actor au#red writes
180 notes
·
View notes