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20 days remaining â I love fall...
#the kneesbees arts#art#my art#etc#the outsiders art#the outsiders#steve randle#sodapop curtis#stevepop#steve/soda#ok so technically its 19 days but ive been so busy shhhh#also dont look too hard at the last panel#shes a littlw rough around the edeges#in my defense it was the last thing i did and i was so sick at looking at this#<333#i do like this one though <3#enjoy#halloween#countdown
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On a scale from one to YOU HAVE TO DRIVE TO THE LOCAL STATE PARK TO USE A FREE PUBLIC SHOWER BC UR HOT WATER HEATER did not actually break, and is under warranty, but the ELECTRICAL LINE TO IT SHORTED AND WILL BE EXPENSIVE TO FIX, HOW POOR ARE YOU
So yeah how was y'all's weekend?
#eljin talks#happy fucking holidays to me i guess#though to be fair the camp showers are exceedingly nice and clean and handicap accessible#its like a really ghetto osen#crisp winter air the sounds of nature and nice steaming water#i am sure the fact i find the bathroom spiders cute helps the positive outlook haha#the other upside is that this campground is literally closer to the house than the grocery store#just little 200 year old run down probably haunted farm house things#last time i took a shower in the house there was a draft coming from INSIDE the tub where the caulk line broke! so thats... bad#oh also i found out yesterday i had accidentally lowered the airpressure in my toom so much due to the houses fan placements#that i actually had given my self high altitude sickness#so now i know its REALLY IMPORTANT to be sure the ac is at least on fan mode in their for circulation#and to just not turn it off bc i am too lazy to empty the dehumidifier tank >>#fun fact if no matter how much you drink or run the humidifier you mouth srill feels tingly and painfully dry#do NOT install ceiling fans right between air vents to attick rooms you will create a human sized vacuum chamber#we did not put the ceiling fan there we were just stupid enough to use attick room as living space insteas of storage.#also if every time you go to pee its easier to breath? PROBABLY YHE AIR WUALITY IN YOUR ROOM GO FIGURE HUH#in my defense my brain was literally not getting enough oxygen
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âyour boyfriend does not appreciate you, but his uncle toji does.
pairing: toji x fem! reader
content: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praise, a little degradation, tojiâs hot ass has tattoos, belly bulge, cumming inside you
You couldnât really pinpoint when things went wrong. When your boyfriend just lost interest in you. You couldnât even date back the last time you had been fucked. Simply turning his body when you tried to start something, or using the excuse that he wasnât in his mood and that you needed to stop being so needy.
But how could you? You just needed to feel something. Anything. You were so tired of using your fingers when he left for work. Or the shower head on your clit when you showered alone, which was now always.
Your relationship was failing, but you couldnât find it in you to break up with him.
You were quite confused when your boyfriend invited you over for a dinner at his parents. Getting to meet all his family as he introduced you with a wide smile, hands on the small of your back to guide you from person to person.
There was somebody who stuck out like a sore thumb. And you couldnât take your eyes off of the man was probably twice your age and most definitely twice your size. Tall, broad and muscular with tattoos of all shapes and sizes trailing down his neck and onto his toned arms.
You swallowed hard, ignoring the heat you felt in between your legs as you ogled the greek god infront of you. With his messy black hair and dark eyes, a smirk spread across his handsome face as he tilted his head to stare you down. Hands in his pockets as he strolled towards you, your hand gripping your boyfriendâs shirt as you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller under his gaze.
âNow whoâs this pretty thing?â The deep voice questioned, looking down at you with the subtle bite of his lip as he let his gaze run over your figure. âYouâre not gonna introduce your lil ole uncle to your girlfriend?â
Your boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes and pulling you closer into him. âI have no need to. Now beat it.â
You frowned at his harsh tone. Tojiâs hands raising in defense as he chuckled. âJust trynna be nice.â His smirk widening when he turned to face you fully. âNow, whatâs your name doll?â
Your knees grew weak at the deep rasp of his voice, avoiding eye contact when you felt yourself face getting hot. âuh.. y/n, my nameâs y/n.â
Toji hummed, grabbing hold of your hand and bending down to place a kiss to the back of it. âPretty name for a pretty girl.â He winked.
âOkay thatâs enough. You can go now.â Your boyfriend fumed, your eyes never leaving the older manâs as he took his leave, leaving you with a short. âNice to meet ya, dollâ before he walked away.
âWeâre leaving.â
Your eyes widened at your boyfriendâs words. âWhat? Baby why? Your family seems so nice we canât just leave.â You tried to convince him.
âWe can when youâre looking at my fucking uncle like heâs a five course meal.â
You resisted the urge to scoff, maybe you wouldnât have to if he did what he was supposed to. âI promise you, i wasnât. Now letâs at least enjoy an hour for dinner before we leave. Okay?â
Your boyfriend only scoffing before shrugging your arm off of him and walking away into the kitchen.
Great. This was just what you needed.
The dinner was awkward for you. Your boyfriend wouldnât talk to you and kept glaring at his uncle. Who only added fuel to the fire by sending short smirks your way, his muscles flexing as he ate.
You couldnât help the way your face flushed, fidgeting with the food in your plate as you bit down on your lip.
âY/n, dear? Are you okay?â your boyfriendâs mother asked in genuine concern. âYou have barely touched your food honey.â
You gave her a smile. âSorry, iâm just feeling a little sick right now.â
âOh dear, would you like to go to the bathroom? Darling, show her the way.â his mom insisted. Your boyfriend not even sparing you a glance when he spoke, âIâm sure she knows the way, mom.â
You sighed, a piece of you missing the relationship you once had. Giving a tight lipped smile and assuring her that you knew the way before getting out of your seat and heading to the nearest bathroom.
You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, rubbing at the bridge of your nose while telling yourself to get your act together. You gasped when the door swung open. A smirking Toji closing the door behind him and leaning onto it, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.
âYou know, for a girl pretty like you, you sure are stupid.â He laughed, âDonât you see you deserve better than my scumbag of a nephew?â Closing the gap between you two until you were backed up against the sinkâs counter.
Tojiâs hand reached up to stroke gently under your cheek, trailing his finger across your lip as he bent his neck to look down at you. In turn looking up at him through your lashes when his other hand held onto your waist.
âYou gotta know how a real man treats a lady. How a real man fucks. You want that doll?â Waiting for your shy nod of approval before sitting you on the cool marble top. Your legs hooked around his waist and your hands gripping the counterâs edge when his rough lips met yours. Kissing you hard before trailing soft bites down your neck, careful enough to not leave any marks.
You let out a moan, Tojiâs hands moving to peel off his shirt so his rock hard abs were on display. Grinding lightly onto the hard surface with a whimper at the full sight of black ink spread across his pale skin. A grin on his face when he went back to attacking your neck, hand slipping under your dress and pressing against the heat of your panties.
âThis wet for me already? Iâm flattered.â His fingers making their way to rub between your folds through the side of the fabric. Collecting your wetness before dipping a finger into you. âThink you can take it doll? Youâre so fucking tight. Practically a virgin again, how longâs it been since you were given a good fuck?â
You truly didnât know the answer for yourself. Only moaning as Toji pulled off the lace material, spreading your legs wider and pulling his thick cock out the confinements of his jeans. You whimpered when Toji stroked his length, the size being bigger than anything youâd seen before. ââS alright, âm gonna mold her round my cock.â he groaned, lining up with your sopping hole before slowly thrusting into you.
âNnhgâ so big, T-Tojiiâ canât take it.â you mewled, Tojiâs hand latching over your mouth to muffle your pleas as he forced himself deep into you. âGonna make it fit doll, just sit real pretty for me and take it yeah?â
You nodded with a shaky moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick girth as he bottomed out inside you. Grunting heavily at how tight you were around him, his cock so deep that he could see himself bulging in your stomach through the thin fabric of your dress.
Toji started off slowly. Your moans increasing in volume as he sped up. The burning sensation turning into nothing but pleasure as he fucked into you, ricking your body back and forth with each thrust.
Tojiâs hand fell from your lips, the tattooed skin finding itself wrapped snugly around your neck instead. His cock grazing your gummy spot as he leaned into your ear. âThis is exactly what you need doll. Need me to fuck that pretty little pussy so good.â he grunted. âExactly what your dumb boyfriend failed to do.â
You could only let out a cry, your smaller hands holding tightly onto the arm around your throat. Digging your nails into his flesh as you moaned out into the air. Your lips parted in a string of mewls as the older manâs cock pierced deep into the depths of your insides. Fucking perfectly into your g spot before bullying its way to the entrance of your cervix.
The unfamiliar sensation making you cry out even louder as your head fell back. âT-toji- ahhâ so good Toji, feels sâ good.â you cried, your legs trembling around him with curled toes.
âCareful now doll, as much as i would love for him to hear me fucking you right, thereâs other people out there.â he teased, your pussy clenching when your eyes met his. Your eyes glassy and your head fuzzy as you were fucked into oblivion.
Letting out a whimper when his grip tightened unintentionally on your throat. Drool falling past the sides of your lips as your eyes fixed on his v line, up to his abs then further until you reached his face. Finding his dark irises staring back down at you hungrily before pulling you closer to him.
His large body swallowing yours when he pressed you up against him. Your moans and cries getting noisy again as you felt yourself getting close. âTojiiiâ nnh, âm so c-close, ahhâ gonna cum.â
âYeah doll? Close fâ me? Gonna make a mess on this old manâs cock?â he rasped, broad hips still rolling hard into yours as he watched your mouth hang open slightly, your eyes rolling back before closing completely as you reached your high.
Body shaking and pussy spasming around him as your pussy held onto his cock like a vice, letting out a choked scream muffled by Tojiâs knowing kiss as you came. Squirting messily onto his cock with the quiver of your hips.
âSo fucking hot.â Toji groaned as he pulled away from you. Your breathing noticeably heavy as he fucked you through the aftermath of your orgasm. âFuck, gonna cum. Whereâd you want it?â he breathed.
And you let out a mewl as his thrusts grew sloppy, veiny cock twitching against your walls as he got ready to release. âFuck, gotta hurry up and tell me doll.â
âNnhgâ inside, want you inside.â you moaned, âC-cum inside me.. please.â
Tojiâs pupils dilated and his grin grew wide. âYouâre a slutty one in disguise arenât ya? âS my pleasure baby.â His thrusts becoming merciless as he slammed into you. Using your pussy to stroke his cock as you choked out little cries at the fast pace.
âFuck, gonâ fill you up so good.â he panted, âGonâ stuff you so full that youâll be begging to be my good girl again.â his cock throbbed, âShitâ there we go, thatâs it doll.â Spilling spurts of his hot cum into your cunt. Making you moan at how easily he filled you up.
Toji gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out as he helped you put back on your panties. Trapping his seed deep inside you with a hum. âFeel better doll?â he smirked, giving you a short kiss to your lips and laughing as you tried to not let him go.
âCome back to me when you gain some sense and drop that asshole, okay? Iâll be waiting.â Pulling his shirt back on and tucking himself into his boxers, giving you a wink before trying to fix his hair. Your eyes glued onto his back as he walked out the bathroom door.
Leaving you touching your lips that just felt his tongue. Your heart beating faster before you were startled by hard knocking on the door followed by your boyfriendâs voice. âCan you hurry up in there? Youâre making my mother think youâre dying or something.â
You closed your eyes and let out a breath, thoughts of Toji plaguing your mind and keeping you calm. âComing!â
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Tyler Owens x Reader: No Hesitation
Request: From anonymous: âI had an idea for Tyler Owens!! I feel like Tyler would be the type of guy that if a girl came up to him and said âthis guy is creepy, pls pretend to be my bfâ he would be like âhell yayâ and scare the guy away without making the girl uncomfortable?? Maybe you could do a scenario like that with reader?? Thank youuu!!! Lots of love!!â
Word count:Â 3.1k
Warnings: none
A/N:Â guys.... i'm down bad for tyler owens, pls send help (or requests so i can keep writing about him). anywayyy, enjoy!
âYou cominâ T?â Boone asked as he peered into Tylerâs motel room.Â
Tyler glanced up from where he sat on the edge of his creaky, double mattress and nodded. âYeah, I just need to grab a shirt that doesnât smell like pig shit.â
âGood luck with that,â Boone chuckled. âWe haven't done laundry in almost three weeksâ just about everything in my bag smells like pig shit.â Â
âMaybe itâs time we popped home for a bit,â Tyler muttered as he continued digging through his bag. Finally, he pulled out an unused, plain, T-shirt that had been folded at the bottom of his duffel. âWhat kind of place is this, Boone?â he asked as he pulled the shirt over his head.Â
âJust a bar, man. Nothinâ fancy. They got darts though, and a pool table. Which, by the way, I bet you fifty bucks I can smoke you at.â
âBoone, you donât even have fifty bucks,â Tyler replied, shaking his head. He stood up from the bed and joined his friend in the hallway, shutting his motel room door behind him.Â
âDo too,â Boone said defensively as they began walking towards the parking lot to join the rest of the team.Â
âOh you mean the fifty bucks I gave you to get the vanâs oil changed last week? Which now Iâm assuming you never didââÂ
âAn honest mistake,â Boone said, putting his hands up in surrender. âThey were closed the day you gave it to me, then Iâll be honest, I forgot about it. But my point is, beat me at pool and that money is yours again.âÂ
âI donât want the money to be mine again, I want the van to get an oil change.â
âWell you get your fifty bucks back and you can use it for whatever youâd likeâ oil change included.â
Tyler shook his head, knowing there was no use arguing with his friend.Â
âWhatâre you two love birds arguing about now?â Lilly asked. She was perched on the hood of Tylerâs truck looking at footage sheâd taken from her drone earlier in the day.Â
âTâs too scared to play me in pool,â Boone answered before Tyler could.Â
âAw,â Lilly said teasingly. âNothinâ to be scared of. Weâll still love ya, even if Boone kicks your ass.â
âYeah, T,â Dani added from the front seat of the van. They had the door kicked open and their feet resting out the rolled down window. âThereâs no shame in losinâ. Only in never trying.â
âI oughta just leave the lot of you behind. Me and Dexter can take things from here. Isnât that right, Dex?â
âSure,â Dexter said casually. âBut Iâll have you know I can also beat your ass at pool.â
âUnbelievable,â Tyler muttered to himself. âWhoâs ridinâ with me?â
Lilly and Booneâs hands shot up. âShotgun,â Boone announced.Â
âYou always get shotgun,â Lilly muttered as she climbed into the backseat of his truck.Â
âWeâll meet you guys there,â Dani said as they pulled their feet into the van and started it up. Dexter climbed into the passenger seat and then the group of them were off.Â
It took about fifteen minutes to get to the bar Boone had been going on about all day. He insisted they served the best chicken wings in all of Tulsa. Tyler would be the judge of that.Â
The parking lot was relatively fullâ but not surprisingly so for a Saturday night.Â
âIf you have more than three drinks, youâre ridinâ back with Dani, you understand?â Tyler said to Boone as the five of them walked into the bar together. âIâm not havinâ you get sick in my truck for a second time.â
âWhatever you say, Dad,â Boone said sarcastically. âIâm gonna mark my territory at the pool tableâ let âem know weâre next. Grab me whateverâs on tap, will ya?â
He didnât even wait for Tylerâs confirmation before darting off, Dani and Dexter on his tail.Â
Meanwhile, Tyler and Lilly made their way to the bar to order for everyone else. âMan, heâs full of it today,â he muttered once they reached the counter.Â
âYeah, well. Weâre all a little restless,â Lilly admitted. âItâs been a long few weeks without much action. Booneâs kinda like a puppy. Except instead of walks he needs adrenaline rushes and excessive fun. Tonightâll be good for him.âÂ
Tyler chuckled as he turned to check where the bartender was at. Except, as soon as he did, his elbow collided with the person beside him.Â
âSorryââ he said quickly, eyes wandering down.Â
His words caught in his mouth at the sight of an unfamiliar, but beautiful girl. You were gazing back up at him with equal surprise, mouth hung open slightly.Â
âIâm sorry,â he repeated.Â
âThatâs okay,â you answered quickly. âI was standinâ too close.âÂ
âNo other way to really do it in here it seems,â he said.Â
You smiled sweetly. âI knowâ itâs never this busy here, even on the weekends.â
âYou come here a lot?â he asked, just trying to keep the conversation going.Â
âI wouldnât say a lot, but enough. Any time I have a hankering for some wings.â
Tyler adjusted his body so that he was facing you entirely now. He was boxing Lilly outâ but sheâd understand. Especially after she got a look at how gorgeous you were. âYou know, my buddy said they were good. I didnât entirely believe him. But if you say soâŠâ
âYouâre gonna trust a total stranger over your buddy?â you asked teasingly.Â
Tyler tilted his head to the side. âIf you met my buddy, youâd understand why. You know weâre all gonna play some pool in a bit if you wanted toââ
âHey Y/N, there you are!â Tyler heard someone say, cutting him off. He watched as your head snapped around. A manâ tall with broad shoulders and black hair, was pushing through the crowd towards you.Â
âI gotta go,â you said to Tyler quickly, instantly causing his shoulders to fall. âHave a good night.â
âYeah, you too,â he grumbled. He turned back towards the bar to avoid seeing you reunite with who he supposed was probably your boyfriend.Â
âDonât sweat it, T,â Lilly said, clapping him on the back. âYouâll get the next one.â
Tyler rolled his eyes, kicking himself for letting himself get his hopes up over a stupid, two minute conversation.Â
Once he and Lilly got everyoneâs drinks, the pair of them made their way back towards the pool table which Boone had successfully taken over. No time was wasted before Boone was insisting the pair play.Â
To Tylerâs absolute dismayâ he really did suck.Â
He lost three games in a row before finally calling it quits. He opted to sit at a high top table with Dexter, watching Lilly and Boone compete instead.Â
Tyler was just about to throw down the last of his beer when suddenly, he felt an arm loop through his. He turned to tell who he assumed was Dani, that theyâd had way too much to drink, but before he could, a voice (that certainly didn't match Daniâs) rang out.Â
âHi baby, there you are!â Â
Dexter, who was sitting across from Tyler, glanced at him surprised.Â
Tyler looked to his left and locked eyes with the same girl from the bar earlier. Except now, she was gazing at Tyler desperately. Without warning and before Tyler could even react, you leaned closer to him.Â
In a hurried whisper, you spoke so that only Tyler could hear. âThereâs a guy over there. I keep asking him to, but he wonât leave me aloneâ can you just pretend to know me so that heâll go away?â
Then, you press your lips to the side of Tylerâs cheek quickly, like it was a gesture the two of you had shared thousands of times. You continued holding on to his arm, your eyes wildly trying to communicate how terrified you clearly were, as you looked pleadingly at him to help you.Â
Tylerâs face broke out into a huge grin as he, with absolutely no hesitation, took on the role of boyfriend for a complete stranger. He wiggled his arm out of your grasp and instead wound it around your waist, pulling you tightly into his side.Â
You were taken aback by how secure and safe you suddenly felt.Â
âIâve been looking all over for you,â Tyler replied. He could visibly see the look of relief that washed over your face once you realized he had decided to play along.Â
Tyler tugged at your hip, indicating that he wanted you to lean in closer. You took his hint and tilted your head towards him. Â
âWhich guy is it?â he asked discreetly.Â
âRed shirt, black hair,â you mumbled quietly. It was only then that you notice the other man sharing the table with your rescuer. You offered him an apologetic smile, hoping that he was intuitive enough to pick up on the cues youâd been dropping. Â
Next you noticed the rest of his group scattered around the pool table. Initially, they were in the middle of a game when you came over, but now, their attention had shifted. You glanced at the beautiful girl with tanned skin and long, braided hair, holding a pool stick. She offered you a small, but cautious smile. You hoped it wasnât her boyfriend you were currently draped over. Then, thereâs another guyâ with messy black hair topped with an old, worn ball cap. He had a confused look on his face, but when the girl leaned over and whispered something in his ear, his eyes lit up in understanding.Â
The man you were clinging to rubbed your hip bone gently with his thumb. The sensation sent sparks across the entire surface of your skin. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it. Â
Youâd seen him at the bar earlier and had gotten a good, gut feeling about his demeanor. He seemed genuine and kindâ even though youâd only managed about a two minute conversation with him before the man whoâd been following you around all night came back. It wasnât until after you darted off that you realized you should have just explained what was going on right then and there.Â
Youâd realized he was handsome earlier, but this was the first time youâd gotten a good look at him up close, now that your nerves had calmed down and you felt like you were able to breathe again. You wanted to give yourself a pat on the back, because it seemed like youâd chosen the best looking man in the entire bar, if not world, to be your pretend boyfriend. He had distinct featuresâ a strong jaw, tanned skin, and eyes so green, it made you feel like spring was blooming. His brows were furrowed into a firm line as he scoured the bar nonchalantly, looking for the man who had led you to him. You felt grateful that this complete stranger cared enough to help you out. Â
âThat him?â he asked, nodding in the direction he wanted you to look.Â
You turned your head and watched in dismay as the creepy man from earlier approached.Â
âShitâ yes.â
âI got ya, donât worry,â he murmured gently. âCan I help you?â he asked, turning once the man was within earshot.Â
He stopped in his tracks, eyes glued to you. âI was jusâ lookinâ for her,â the man said, words slurring together.Â
âAnd what use do you have for my girlfriend?â he challenged, grip around your waist tightening.Â
âSorry manâ she didnât tell me she had a boyfriend.â
âBut she did tell you to leave her alone, right?â
âYeah, jusâ thought she was playinâ hard to get. You know how these girls can beââ
âNo, I donât actually,â Tyler said. âI think if she said leave her alone⊠you should probably leave her alone.â
The man put his hands up in surrender. âEasy man, I didnât mean any harm by it. Like I said, I didnât realize she was taken.â
âI donât think youâre getting itââ Tyler said, standing up from his chair to face the man. You were surprised by how cold you felt without his hand around your waist.Â
âYou donât get to just choose to respect her now that you know she has a boyfriend.âÂ
âYou tryinâ to start something here, man?â The guy narrowed his beady eyes.Â
âWhy? You offerin?â Tyler took another step forward, anger surging in his chest faster than he anticipated. Â
âMight be,â the man said, meeting Tyler halfway. The two were face to face nowâ things were escalating.Â
But before things could get out of hand, the guy from behind the pool table hurried over. âEasy, Tââ he placed a hand on his shoulder before facing the guy. âWhy donât you just back off, man? Get outta here.â
âYeah, câmonââ two more people from his group stepped forward. Like a small army, you thought. All stepping up to protect youâ a total stranger.Â
There was a brief moment where the man studied the scene before him. Then, like he realized that taking on the four people defending you was a bad idea, he backed off.Â
âWhatever, sheâs not worth it anyway,â he said, throwing you one, final nasty glare before turning and stalking off.Â
You didnât realize youâd been holding your breath until you saw him walk out the front door. Only when it snapped shut behind him were you able to exhale a shaky sigh. Â
That guyâs been following me all night. I thought I could handle it, but then he got really mad when I wouldnât let him give me a drink,â you said shakily.Â
âWhat a creep,â one of them said.Â
âThank you so muchââ you said, utterly relieved. Then, you introduced yourself to the table of people youâd abruptly intruded upon.Â
âDonât mention it, glad we could help. Iâm Tyler.âÂ
The others had gathered around the table now and each introduced themselves as well.Â
âYou were right to trust your gut,â Dani said, offering you a reassuring nod.Â
âYeah, who knows what that creep mightâve stuck in your drink.â
You shivered at the thought.Â
âWell, I guess Iâm glad I crashed your table then,â you smiled, turning to Tyler. For more than one reason, you thought, taking in the sweet laughter lines around his eyes and full lips. You caught yourself staring and forcibly looked away. You werenât even drunk, but Tyler made your head spin. Â
âAnyways, I should go,â you said quickly. You had to remind yourself of the circumstances. Youâd practically mauled Tyler in front of his friends and forced him to get into a brawl in the middle of the bar. And no matter how breathtakingly attractive you found him, there was no denying the fact that this entire situation was awkward and uncomfortable. You cleared your throat. âIâm really sorry for intruding, thank you again.â Â
Tyler was still entirely dumbstruck, even as you walked away. It was like his brain couldnât keep up with whatever the hell just happened. He watched as you disappeared through the crowd of people.Â
âDude, what the hell are you doing?â Dani spoke up. Â
âHuh?â Tyler turns towards them.Â
âShe was into you, Tyler.â
He wasnât sure he heard them right. The bar was loud and Tylerâs mind wasnât working properly tonight, thanks to you and whatever perfume youâd been wearing.Â
Lilly nodded her head in agreement, âAnd if I had to guess by the drool on your chin, Iâd say you were into her too.âÂ
Feeling a little ganged up on, Tyler just stares at his team in disbelief. âI donâtâ I donât know what youâre talking about.â
Boone shook his head and chuckled as he walked back towards the pool table. âMan, I have neverâ in our entire ten years of friendship, seen a girl leave Tyler Owens speechlessâ this one might be special folks,â Boone chuckled.Â
âGo after her, you dummy,â Lilly said.Â
âAnd do what?â Tyler asked.Â
Dani scoffed, âTalk to herâ invite her back to the tableâ literally anything but let her just walk away, you idiot.â
Slightly offended, but more motivated, Tyler stood up from the table and finally took the last sip of his beer. It was warm, but he used it as a final attempt at some liquid courage, before striding off after you. The crowd of people was thick, but he was confident that no matter where you were, youâd stand out. Â
Sure enough, he spotted you across the bar. You had left your glass on the counter and were currently shifting through your bag, looking for something. Tyler took a deep breath before walking over. Â
He called your name, which he was proud to now know, causing you to look up from your things. Â
âTyler, hey,â you said, unable to hide the surprised smile that crept across your face. Â
âSo that was pretty weird, huhââ Tyler tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but all he did was realize how dry his mouth was.Â
You bit your lip, âYeah, Iâm really sorry about that. I didnât mean to make it weirdâ I justâ I was scared. He was so creepy, and you just looked like youâd make a good fake dateâŠâÂ
Oh my god, what were you saying? You were rambling, like you always did when you were nervous. You took another sip of your drink, wishing it was something stronger.Â
But a smirk crept up on Tylerâs face, like he could tell you were floundering.Â
âOh yeah?â His voice was playful. âAnd how do you think Iâd be as a real date?â
Butterflies ran rampant in your stomach as you clenched down on your jaw, trying to play it cool. But it was hard to remain casual when you were pretty sure Tyler was asking you out.Â
Your voice was hitched slightly higher than normal when you responded, âI think Iâd like to find out sometime.â
Tyler flashed his white teeth in a stunning smile before nodding back towards the table heâd just come from. âHow about we start now? I got a hankering for some wings, what do you say I get us a plate to share?â
With no hesitation, you reached for his outstretched hand.Â
âShould we eat before or after I kick your ass at pool?â you smiled sweetly.Â
#tyler owens#tyler owens imagine#tyler owens fic#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens x reader fanfic#tyler owens x reader imagine#tyler owens fanfic#tyler owens x y/n#tyler owens x you#twisters imagine#tyler owens twisters#twisters#twisters fic
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Aelwyn is sixteen and preparing for midterms at Hudol. Uniform pressed and starched, head full of incantations and spell components. She doesn't mean to bump into Adaine and get orange juice all over her shirt but today isn't the day she's going to start showing weakness.
"You know, you really should watch we're you're going," she says archly, playing off the clumsy mistake as a purposeful jab.
Playing it off a bit too well because, the next thing she knows, Adaine is flipping her off and a bolt of queasy looking, green energy is coming towards her. Ray of Sickness. And she can't spare the spell slot for Counterspell because she needs it for her exams.
"You little bitch!" Aelwyn says once she's emptied the contents of her stomach down the front of her shirt.
"Good luck with your exams," Adaine says sweetly.
Aelwyn is eighteen and the oldest, mangiest cat she's ever seen in her life has just vomited on her shoes.
"My," she says, casting a shield spell around her ankles to stop the cat from clawing at them. "You weren't kidding. He is a little bastard, isn't he?"
The shelter volunteer looks mortified. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry. I tried to warn you--I mean, not that I'm blaming you but--"
"No, it's alright. I did ask you to show me stragglers."
The shelter worker gestures to another pen on the other side of the room. "I can show you the kittens we just got in or there are some very well behaved older cats as well if you'd--"
But Aelwyn cuts her off, scooping up the old cat--though she holds him at arm's length for now, just to be safe. "No need. I haven't changed my mind. I'll take this one." She looks at the tag on his collar. "Hector."
Aelwyn is three and, as of a month ago, no longer the youngest Abernant.
She's had baby dolls in the past but never a baby sister and this is exciting new territory. She's full of questions. When is she going to be able to walk? When is she going to be able to talk? When will she be old enough to have lembas bread instead of formula?
Her parents seem less fascinated by the new addition to the family than she is but her mother is amused when she slaps away the hand of a colleague of her father's who tried to touch Adaine before sanitizing his hands, standing between the much larger man and her sister.
"So defensive. Perhaps she'll be an abjurer."
When Aelwyn asks what that is, her mother says that it's a kind of magical protector and she likes that a lot. That sounds like a good thing to be.
At night, Adaine cries. Except, she doesn't hear it because the mobile above her crib is etched with runes that cast the Silence spell.
"But what if she gets hurt?" Aelwyn asks.
Her father brushes her off. That's what the Unseen Servants are for. But she thinks that's what an abjurer might be for too and even though she isn't one yet, that doesn't mean she can't start practicing.
So, every night, Aelwyn waits until her parents have put Adaine down for bed and then tiptoes into her room. She checks to see if Adaine is silently wailing and if she is (and even sometimes if she isn't) she presses her face between the bars of the crib and sticks her little hand over Adaine's face.
"Don't cry," she says, even though the Silence spell mutes her words as completely as the tears. "Mum said I'm an abjurer. Nothing will get you. Don't cry, baby."
Adaine grabs her hand with impressive grip strength for something so small and, within a few minutes, she's trancing peacefully.
Aelwyn is seventeen and her sister is off to save the world again. This time from a Night Yorb--whatever that is.
It feels cruel that Adaine should have to go risk her life again so soon after she just almost died--not almost died, she did die before being raised by her cleric.
She wants to come with, to help in some way. Surely she could be helpful--last quest they brought Gilear for Helio's sake!
But Adaine doesn't ask her and she can't bring herself to say the words she needs to have the conversation she wants. So, instead, she lightly whaps Adaine on the shoulder with her spellbook as she's packing for the quest.
"I know you haven't done much studying lately what with your grades being based on how many hobgoblins you kill or whatever ridiculous system Aguefort has cooked up," Adaine rolls her eyes at that, "But if you don't mind a little cram session before you leave tomorrow, I can show you how to cast Teleport like I said. Might help you stay a touch less dead on your quest."
Her tone is light but her eyes betray her: Please, please, please don't die again.
Adaine's expression softens but then she scoffs, playing her half of their game. "I don't know what a Hudol dropout who's been in jail for the past year is gonna teach me but do your best."
Aelwyn is seven and her father is cross with her.
"Really Aelwyn," he says and even though they're talking via crystal she can feel the frost of his glare. "You thought it was appropriate to call me at work for no good reason? How many times have I told you and your sister to not bother me while I'm working."
She hates the word bother. She doesn't want to be a bother. She tries very hard not to be. Maybe she just didn't explain herself well enough.
"I know, father. But Addy got really scared and panicky on the playground. She was breathing really hard and--"
Her father makes a noise of disgust. "I don't have time for this. She is in primary school now. Stop coddling her. And her name is Adaine, not Addy. Please speak properly. I'm raising you better than that."
He hangs up before she can say anything else.
Aelwyn is eighteen and most of the claw marks on her arms have healed, which is nice. On her lap asleep is Hector who has apparently decided he likes her enough to use her as a radiator but not enough to submit to medical treatment without using her arms as a scratching post.
"You little heat vampire," she says as she slides her thumb across the screen of her crystal, searching for a video that will help her out. Eventually she finds one that looks promising and she calls it up.
On the screen, a halfling is standing next to a cat who is actively shredding her sweater with its claws. "You're going to be tempted to use some kind of a shield spell when applying the ointment," says the halfling. "But cats can smell abjuration magic and they don't love it. You won't get close enough to do the job. Isn't that right my darling?"
In response, her cat hacks up a hairball.
"Darling indeed," she says under her breath.
But even laced with sarcasm, the word is sweeter against her tongue than she anticipated.
She sinks her hand into Hector's fur and scratches his back for a few moments before tentatively speaking aloud. "Sleeping well, my darling?"
Hector says nothing--he's asleep and a cat. But warmth blooms in Aelwyn's chest--more than enough to make up for what Hector is leeching from her.
Aelwyn is seventeen and her father has just given her the most horrible command she's ever received in her life--and she's counting being made to sink a ship full of people in that calculation.
She knows her father doesn't expect her to delicately extricate the knowledge he needs from Adaine's mind. He expects her to get it at all costs. To ransack and pillage the memories if necessary with no heed of the consequences on her psyche. He'd probably prefer it that way--the more broken Adaine is, the easier it will be to mold her into a version of herself that is more useful to him.
Aelwyn is usually a smooth talker and a convincing liar but now, she stumbles all over her words, babbling out a stream of deflections and pleas as her heart squeezes tighter and tighter in her chest until she can't hold back the truth that she's been suppressing for years anymore.
"Adaine's justâŠshe's a baby."
Aelwyn is eighteen and her apartment is full of cats.
She's always thought that the phrase, "One thing led to another" was a bit of a cop out--clearly there were key steps between point A and point B being glossed over--but in this case, there is truly no better way for her to articulate how she went from zero cats to ten cats in such a short amount of time.
She's sure that if she was still living with Jawbone, he'd have something to say about it but that's exactly why she isn't currently living with Jawbone.
She portions out food for all of the cats, saving Hector for last because he likes to eat curled up next to her.
"My darling baby boy," she says, lifting him onto the couch with her because the jump up is a bit much for him and his old bones. She kisses him on the top of the head and then pulls out her crystal. She scrolls mindlessly for a bit before checking her messages despite the fact that there's conspicuously no notifications.
Not that she has many people to expect texts from but she hasn't heard from Adaine in a few weeks and it's unsettling. When they weren't getting along, they were still living under the same roof. She was able to keep tabs on her, more or less. Now, they're closer than they've been in ages but barely talking.
I'm the older sister, I suppose, Aelwyn thinks. I should take the initiative.
She pets Hector with one hand and drafts a message with another: Are you alive, bitch?
She's about to press send but then she frowns and deletes the draft. After a few moments of thought, she taps out a new message: Can't believe I'm gonna say this. Miss my little sister. Everything all right?
Aelwyn is seventeen--though she doesn't feel like it.
Her mind is telling her that she's sixteen and that she was just been broken out of a jail cell in Solace but Adaine is telling her that she's just been broken out of an entirely different prison after being tortured for months even though she doesn't remember any of that.
But her body feels frail and Adaine says she's been in her mind which means she must have used the hard reset.
She's suddenly feeling very vulnerable--not because of the disorientation or the of the levels of exhaustion she can feel weighing on her like leaden chains. No, it's because of the fact that Adaine using the reset means that she must have read the treacle-y note that she left there for her to find.
It was just an insurance policy, she tells herself. There was wisdom to buttering up your savior to make sure she'd do what you needed her to do.
She manages to mostly believe it. But the small, truthful part of herself that knows how deeply she meant the words is so uncomfortable that she antagonizes Adaine until she's annoyed enough to hit her with a spell, sending her into blissful unconsciousness.
Aelwyn is nineteen and she's going to kill her mother.
Well, not alone of course. Adaine deserves the kill at least as much as she does if not more. It'll be a group effort.
It's a strange mix--the cold fury at her mother mixed with the warmth she feels for her sister, sitting across the table from her. She summons a flame to her palm, a preview of what their mother has waiting for her. She watches Adaine's eyes harden with resolve and she sees the face of her baby sister, left to wail alone silently for hours, soothed by her presence. "Let's get her."
"Yes, my dear," she says, the endearment coming freely as if this has always been their dynamic. "We'll get her."
But there will be time for that later. Right now, it's time for ice cream and seeing Adaine so content in such a simple pleasure causes the warmth in her to surge so suddenly that it would be startling if it wasn't so pleasant. The urge to voice it is so powerful that she doesn't know that would have been able to stop it at any point in life, let alone now.
"I hope we get to eat ice cream and cast magic forever," she says, words that would have been impossible for her to say one short year ago and impossible not to say now.
And, to her delight, Adaine agrees.
#fantasy high#fantasy high spoilers#dimension 20#d20#spoilers#aelwyn abernant#adaine abernant#i wrote this for two reasons#the first reason is that I'm obsessed w/ how verbally affectionate aelwyn became in jy and I wanted to explore that#the second is that tumblr user catartac wanted more cats in a previous meta/fic I wrote about aelwyn and she was so valid#it didn't fit in the last one so I put it here#i watched a video about how much vocabulary three years olds have for this lol#abernant sisters#edit: i tweaked a bit in the last section bc i was reminded during clip watching today that it's actually aelwyn who summons a fireball#in the middle of basrar's lmao#whoops#honestly should have remembered#aelwyn is nice now but she's still a drama queen
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prompt: the rest of the 118 see tommy and buck be affectionate together for the first time. not just the aftermath, like with the wedding kiss, but they actually witness it. cuteness overload!
It took a few weeks for everything to calm down enough for everyone to get together.
The 118 was adjusting to working under Captain Gerrard.
Bobby and Athena were adjusting to moving into an apartment half the size of their house.
Hen and Karen were adjusting to visits with Mara every chance they could get.
Chimney and Maddie were adjusting to having two young girls running around the house.
Eddie was adjusting to being alone.
And Buck was less adjusting and more enjoying his new romance with Tommy.
He didn't mention Tommy much at work. He got sick of Gerrard's one-off comments pretty quickly. Usually, he would have been egging him on every chance he got, but it turns out he was more protective of Tommy than he originally realized, and anytime his name came out of Gerrard's mouth it made him want to punch the man.
It was easier to not bring him up.
When Bobby and Athena had finally settled into their new place, which very conveniently had a grilling and picnic area on the roof, they invited everyone over.
Bobby made sure to include Tommy in his invitation. His and Buck's relationship may have been new, but he was an old friend to the majority of the 118, and a new friend to those he hadn't known all that long.
He did not include the fact that Athena was insistent on seeing their dynamic because, âOne of them is gonna give the other a run for their money and I can't figure out which one's which yet.â
In fact, the majority of the group was interested in seeing Tommy and Buck together. Everyone except Eddie, who accidentally witnessed far too much of their dynamic a couple weeks ago when he decided to head into Buck's place without knocking first.
It would be the last time he ever made that mistake.
The others couldn't help their curiosity. It was the first time Buck had ever seemed so settled in a relationship. The first time he wasn't asking for near-constant advice. The first time he wasn't endlessly concerned he was doing something wrong or about to screw things up.
Something was different. Something had shifted. They wanted to know what it was.
And while Hen and Chimney had known Tommy for a long time, they hadn't exactly stayed in touch after he left. Up until the cruise rescue, Hen hadn't really spoken to him at all, and Chimney would send him a text or two each year just to ask how he was keeping up. The Tommy they knew was closeted, scared, defensive under Gerrard's leadership, cocky, and seemingly always searching for something... more.
âI'm kinda bummed,â Buck said as they headed up to the roof.
âWhat?â Tommy glanced at him curiously. âWhy?â
âBecause everyone already knows you,â he explained. âI can't introduce you as my boyfriend.â
Tommy smiled, eyes crinkling up in the cute way Buck loved. He switched the wine bottle he was holding to his other hand took Buck's hand in his, giving it a squeeze. âYou can still do that, if you want. I mean, they might look at you funny, but who cares, right?â
Buck squeezed his hand back. After a moment, he gasped, eyes widening as he did a little jump. âI can introduce you to all the kids!â he exclaimed.
Tommy couldn't help but laugh at Buck's excitement. âThat sounds perfect, Evan.â
*****
Bobby wasn't sure how they'd gotten to this point only five minutes into Buck arriving, but here they were. Before Tommy had even handed off the wine, Buck was going into a story on Gerrard mentioning the 1933 Griffith Park Fire, but he had been wrong about some information.
âAnd I was trying to tell him how twenty-nine people died, not twenty-seven, but he was insistent that I was wrong. I knew I wasn't. I had just spent a couple hours the other night reading over articles about it. When was it, Tommy?â he asked, turning to his boyfriend, âTwo nights ago?â
âUh, three. Three nights ago.â
âRight, three nights ago. See, two people died later at the hospital, so they weren't included in the initial death toll. So, obviously, I had to get online and show him...â
As Buck continued, Bobby nodded along, trying to take in at least some of what he was saying. Sometimes, when Buck got on tangents like these, it was hard to keep up.
As the discussion got more heated, Bobby noticed Tommy's hand drifted to Buck's back, resting at the base. Buck continued without missing a beat, but his voice calmed and his posture relaxed.
âDid he ever admit defeat?â Tommy asked. To Bobby's surprise, Tommy had kept his eyes on Buck the entire time. He seemed genuinely interested in every word that was coming out of Buck's mouth.
Buck shook his head. âNo, he'd never do that. But he was quiet for the rest of the day, so I took it as a win.â
âOh, that's definitely a win,â Tommy agreed.
Not that he ever doubted, but it was then that Bobby knew his initial analysis was correct. Tommy was good people, and he was good for Buck.
*****
Hen's eyes drifted over the rooftop, settling between Tommy and Buck. She had noticed earlier how they always seemed to gravitate toward each other. Now was no different. Even though they were on opposite sides of the roof, Buck talking to Maddie, and Tommy having a very expressive conversation with Jee, they would steal glances at each other. A smile here, a wink there. Buck even gave Tommy a little wave, like they hadn't been sitting side by side only five minutes ago.
âI don't think it's just the honeymoon phase for those two,â Athena said, scooting a chair closer to Hen before sitting down.
Hen rolled her eyes affectionately at yet another tiny wave from Buck before turning to Athena. âI think I agree. I've never seen Buck so smitten before, and I don't use that word often.â
âMhm,â Athena hummed with a nod. âTommy seems just as smitten as Buck. I don't ever remember him looking so peaceful before. I haven't worked with him much since he transferred to Harbor, but I remember what he was like before.â
Hen huffed out a laugh. âArrogant?â
âAnd stiff.â
âYeah. He changed a lot, especially after Gerrard left, but this is different.â
They kept watching as Jee got distracted by Mara and they ran off to play. Tommy walked over to Buck, who held out his hand for Tommy to take before Tommy was even close.
As soon as he could, Tommy took his hand and sat down beside him on the little couch. Buck leaned in close, whispering something in his ear, then they laughed deep and loud.
âIf I watch anymore of this I'm gonna throw up,â Hen said, standing up. âI'm gonna go rescue Karen from whatever game Denny is showing her on his phone.â
Athena laughed, squeezed Hen's hand as she went by, but kept her attention on the boys.
She couldn't seem to look away.
*****
Maddie tapped Chimney's thigh, nodding toward where Buck and Tommy were standing in a corner of the rooftop, watching the sunset. They had their arms wrapped around one another, occasionally stealing a chaste kiss. âThey look so happy,â she said, a warm smile on her face.
âYeah, they do,â Chimney agreed. âI'm happy for both of them. They're good together.â
âYeah, they are. Did you know Buck hasn't even been to his loft in a week? When he's not working he's at Tommy's place.â
âAnd they're not sick of each other yet?â Chimney laughed. âOh, they're in deep.â
Before Maddie could respond, Eddie was coming up to them, kneeling down beside Chimney. âWe gotta hide the clipboards.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI'm serious, man, we're gonna be in deep trouble if we don't.â
Maddie leaned forward. âWhy do you need to hide the clipboards, Eddie?â
Eddie motioned to Buck and Tommy. Tommy had an arm around Buck's shoulder now, both of Buck's still wrapped around Tommy's waist. He had his head resting against Tommy's shoulder, and Tommy pressed a kissed to the top of his head. âHave you seen the two of them? I'm not even gonna go into what I witnessed a couple weeks ago-â
âThank God.â
â-but they've got it bad for each other. I give it six months before they're engaged. You know what happens after that?â
Chimney thought for a second, sucking in a breath when the realization hit him. âWedding planning.â
âWedding planning,â Eddie repeated.
Maddie shook her head. âYou guys are crazy.â
âWhat? You don't think they'll be ready to walk down the aisle in six months time?â Chimney asked.
âOh, no, they definitely will. You're just crazy if you think not being able to find a clipboard will stop him. I don't know if you guys know this, but Notes app Buck is far worse than clipboard Buck.â
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Logan request!!
Logan finally had enough and fucks you the way heâs always wanted putting you in your place then you have to deal with the mansion over hearing him
Everyoneâs just happy you guys donât argue anymore instead your loud in a different way
Logan X FemReader SMUT!!
Warnings: No y/n, fem reader (she/her) , pet names, sub/dom if you squint, arguments, embarrassment, breeding. squirting.. lmk if there is more.
Logan has been super cranky lately, but to be fair, so have you. And this has caused a lot of tension and arguments between you two. You arenât sure why itâs been this way, it probably ranges from the constant stress of missions to the lack of sleep. Who knows at this point, but everyone including yourself is getting sick of the arguments.
And theyâre not even real arguments either, theyâre just loud disagreements about stupid small things.
And it seems like today you were the one to start a disagreement..
You and Logan were in the mansion's kitchen, talking about a mission you both came back from. It was exhausting, and the last thing either of you should be doing is having a beer, but here you are..
âI just really donât think we did the right thing, thatâs all Iâm saying.â You put your hands up in defense. Loganâs eyebrows drew together annoyed.
âWhat do you mean? We did the only thing we could do. There was no other option.â He huffs.
You sigh, âLook, all Iâm trying to say is we did have other options, they just didnât come to mind until we literally had no other option but to act on what we did.â
You watched as Logan downed the rest of his beer, annoyance on his face as he sat at the table across from you.
âWhatâs your deal?â He asks seriously, crossing his arms.
The sudden change in demeanor made your heart race.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me, whatâs your deal?â He repeats.
You anxiously shrug and awkwardly laugh. âI donât understand what you mean. I'm just sharing my-â
âWhy have you been so wound tight? Everything has to be an argument with you lately.â He huffs.
Your eyes widen at the comment, feeling attacked almost.
âI'm sorry? Youâre putting the blame all on me? What about the ones you caused? Just gonna forget about that now?â You stand up angrily.
Logan stands up and walks around the table, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen wordlessly.
âWh- Logan where are we going?â You nervously ask.
He was tense, his jaw clenched as he speed walked to their shared room.
He didnât reply. Just continued on until they reached their room. He opened the door, almost running inside & locking the door. He picks you up and places his hands under your ass, catching you by surprise.
âLogan-â you whisper breathlessly. He walks over to the bed and places you down on it, crawling on top of you.
âIâm gonna fuck that attitude out of you.â He mumbles, not letting you reply before smashing your lips together. His hands roam over your body, teasing and seducing. You give in, wrapping yourself around him. With His free hand, his claws come out and rips your pants down the middle in one motion. You gasp from fear but also excitement.
He throws the ripped pants off of you, then before you know it his hand is at your heat, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He smirks, watching your face contort to pleasure and desperation.
âLogan⊠fuck.â You moan. He kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving deep purple marks along it. Your hips buck up into his hand, his pace too slow.
âYou want more, huh bub? You gonna stop being a little brat if I give it to you good?â He whispers in your ear. You nod rapidly, your hands clawing at his shoulders.
âPlease Logan. Please.â
And with that he sits up, quickly removing his own pants. He pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out, head red and leaking pre already.
Your mouth waters as he grabs your ankles, pushing your legs towards your head, putting you in the mating press position.
From past experiences, this position means heâs not going to hold back.
He rubs his cock against your folds, gathering your slick on him.
âFuck baby. So fuckinâ wet fuâme.â He nearly growls.
You whimper as he starts to push his way in, tingles shooting up your body. He goans, white knuckling while holding you down by the back of your knees.
He starts to thrust slowly, the wet noises your pussy makes as he thrusts into you makes his cock twitch. He canât help but have his eyes flutter, gaining a faster pace every minute.
âLogan- please. Fuck- more!â
And with that his hips snap into you and heâs going to pound town. He growls, teeth showing as he looks down at you with possession.
âMine, all mine.â He grunts, leaning down and biting into your shoulder. You moan loudly, and unfortunately Logan isnât being too quiet either, you already know everyone can hear you two but at this very moment in time, you donât care.
âY-yours-â you moan back. Your body shivers as you squirt on his cock unexpectedly, adding even more slick to the mix.
âFuuuck yes, thatâs right baby.â He smiles, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit while he fucks you.
Your legs shake, eyes closing.
âUh uh- look at me.â He grabs your face with his free hand. âYou better be a good girl after this. After Iâve been so nice and fucked you senseless.â He says with short breaths. You can barely even understand him, the white noise in your ears and the static in your eyes only getting louder as youâre about to cum.
âY-yes sir- yes- Iâm gonna- I need to cum!â You whimper loudly.
With one final slap to your clit youâre cumming hard, clenching around his cock so tightly that his claws retract and push right through the headboard of the bed. He cums hard right after you, a deep guttural growl leaving his throat as he paints your walls white. You hold onto him tightly as he fucks his cum into you, your legs shaking from overstimulation with every thrust.
âFuuuckk.â He groans.
The morning after, you two leave your room after a shower & getting dressed for the day. You notice Scott smirking as he walks by.
And as youâre walking down the hall, you see people whispering. Logan looks smug as could be, and you were completely oblivious.
âWhatâs going on Logan?â You whisper to him,
He smiles, âReally?â He wraps his arm around you.
âYou have no idea?â
Your face heats up with embarrassment once you realize.
âOh.. damn it..â you mumble.
Then Ororo walks by you two. âGlad to see you two arenât arguing anymore!â She smiles.
You stop and hide your face in your hands.
âThis is so embarrassing.â
Logan laughs, âHey, itâs not so bad. At least theyâre happy for us.â He clears his throat. âOh, donât let me forget, I have to get us a new headboard..â
#logan howlett#deadpool and wolverine#hugh jackman#wolverine#wolverine x reader smut#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x reader smut#logan howlett/reader#logan x reader#logan howlett x reader
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A day in a life with Ivan. [ONESHOT]
Warnings below the cut ăăă
â ïž NSFW, yandere content, alcoholism, reader got tradwifed, stockholm syndrome, domestic violence, Ivan is very blatantly sadistic, size difference, dacryphilia, vague breeding kink, no use of Y/N, forced feminization(?), gender neutral reader.
hey yawll!! i drew this since i wanted to play more with the painting style and color palette i did in my last post, but since i hit 800 followers recently, i decided to write something to go along with it too!
thank you guys so so much for putting up with my bs and enjoying the slop i create LOL. hopefully this will be enough to thank you all and to satiate you guys till i come back from hibernation again đ©”đ
also!! while this is a gender neutral reader, ivan still refers to you as a housewife. this is pretty much an extension of the headcanon post i did on him.
MAN I NEED TO RECONNECT WITH NATURE AFTER THIS đđđ
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The average heart rate of a rabbit is a hundred and eighty beats per minute. Much, much faster than a human's at only a hundred, the little hearts of rabbits pump virile blood into their vulnerable bodies in order to outrun the cursed life of a prey animal they have no choice but to live.
Living with Ivan feels the exact same way. You, a human, were reduced to nothing but a prey animal whose only line of defense was either freeze or flight. Ivan prefers the freeze response. Tries to squeeze it out of you as much as he can.
The morning begins normally. You wake up next to his large, minimally clothed body, while you're bundled up as much as physically possible. You don't understand how he's so comfortable in the cold, but you've learned not to liken him to humans. You gently wake him up before you leave the bedâ you learned that he doesn't like waking up to an empty bed without any prior notice. It takes a while for Ivan to wake up, he's a heavy sleeper, but when his violet eyes finally open and dilate at the sight of you, the first thing he does is smile and pull you in to trap you in a strong bear hug. Don't struggle, he'll just tighten his grip. Then he kisses your cheek, and just holds you there without saying anything. He'll grumble a little when you tell him you have to leave bed to make breakfast, but he eventually will let you go.
It's a little sick how your current living situation makes chores the best part of your day, given how it allows the most proximity between you and Ivan. Cooking in the early morning is your favorite, since it takes Ivan a long time to recover from his hibernation. Thinking about what to cook is a bit of a meditative process as well, allows you to think thoroughly about anything other than your way of life and the man keeping you here.
Today, you decided to make something simple and similar to something you ate growing up. Luckily, Ivan is not a picky eater, even though he rather obviously prefers Slavic food. He'll eat whatever you make happily, but he'll be in even better spirits if you make something familiar to him.
You do not cook in silence. Silence has quickly become one of your biggest pet peeves since your captivity, and you do anything to drown it out. This damn empty mansion, the way Ivan is so terrible with his words and chooses instead to crush you with his actions, the bleak snowy landscape that greets you if you dare try and find any solace outside of this cage and your captorâ It's enough to drive anyone insane. So, you pass the days by drowning out your thoughts with music and movies.
Ivan doesn't allow you a cellphone, or anything remotely modern at all. His home has a terrifying dedication to being so analog, you'd think you'd been transported to the 90's if not for the TV with a few streaming services on it, the only modern piece of technology he allows. He likes to collect cameras, radios, and old phones. Ivan's menagerie of antique goods is so expansive that it earned itself its own room. It's almost like a small museum, and you're very glad he allows you to look at and touch them as you pleasedâ with care, of course. He can actually be rather charming when he acts as your "museum guide" in this room. One of the few times you find yourself thinking anything remotely positive about him.
Ivan's voice is soft, it always is, but when he talks about these things he's so passionate about and so engrossed in, it takes on a bit more of a stern, confident tone that is easier for you to listen to. And when he's looking at the objects he's explaining, you can admire his side profile more openly. He's caught you multiple times (he has surprisingly sharp senses), and you're met with a flustered smile instead of the usual so-sweet-to-the-point-it-looks-fake type of smile.
"What are you looking at?" He'd ask, his voice quieting back down to that syrupy tone.
"Just you." You'd reply, which makes him pause in surprise for a second, before it earns a soft giggle from the towering man.
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Vanya." The nickname makes him melt. "You just looked pretty."
The smile falls from his face, and his cheeks redden even more than you thought possible, before his grin returns tenfold. He laughs and looks away.
The memory of such interactions make you feel like buttering up to the man instead of rejecting him so much, then you realize you're just describing stockholm syndrome. As crazy as it is, it feels like, at this point, it'd be better to let it happen than to be aware and hateful every day you live here.
As if your thoughts had alerted him, you hear Ivan's deceptively soft footsteps descend the stairs. He doesn't say anything, and just makes his way to the kitchen to watch you.
He's dressed in more clothing now, a dark blue sweater and gray sweatpants. His neck is left bare around you. When you first met him, his clothing that purposefully covers his neck always went unnoticed by you, because such clothes fit him so well, like they were always meant to be there. It was only after your capture, when he took off his scarf and you saw the bandages around his pale neck did you start to question it.
You've never outright asked him, you worry the subject is too volatile. He just... decided to stop hiding it one day. It was after a shower when you first saw it, the ligature marks around his neck and a few faded pink scars on the front of his adam's apple. Ivan noticed you staring, and you've never seen him look so small and insecure before.
"Is it bad?"
"No." You shake your head. "Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore."
And that was that.
You finish plating up two dishes, one with a significantly heftier portion than yours considering how much he eats. You quickly place the chopping board and all the pans you used in the sink to wash later, and you bring the dishes to the table.
Ivan yawns, rubs at his eyes, and without much event, just picks up a knife and a fork and starts eating. You do the same only after fetching some tea from the samovar.
Breakfast is always quiet besides the background noise of whatever media you chose to play.
"Mm. ĐжОĐș ĐČ ŃŃĐŒaĐœĐ”?"
"Yeah. I like this one."
"A little somber, isn't it?"
"The hedgehog is cute. I relate to it a little bit."
Ivan takes his eyes off of the television to look at you, and ponders what you said a little more. He doesn't say anything, and continues eating.
"What will you be doing today?" You ask, in case you needed to iron some clothing or prepare extra food for guests.
He hums in thought for a moment. "I'll be going out in the evening to drink with the other nations."
"What will you be wearing?"
"What I usually do."
You nod, "I'll have it ready soon."
"What about you?" He asks.
"Hmm... I'll wash the dishes, then iron and press your clothing. After that, I'll think of what to cook for lunch while cleaning the house, and I'll prepare a meal for you before you leave. Then while you're away, I'll clean up some more and prepare dinner. And if I have some time, I'll sit and watch some more movies."
Ivan hums in satisfaction. He enjoys how strict to routine your lives were. Familiarity and stability are what he desires most, and he believes you're the only one who can grant him that wish.
"Perfect." He smiles, petting the crown of your head with a large, broad hand.
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You adjust the dusty pink scarf around his thick neck after finishing wrapping the scars on his throat with bandages. You do it neatly and comfortably, as opposed to how Ivan does, quickly and efficiently, learned from decades of routine, yet it's still so much more uncomfortable compared to when you do it.
"How is it?" You ask. Ivan replies by taking your smaller hands in his and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"You do it perfectly, Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ ĐŒĐŸŃ." He sighs, before pouting slightly. "I wish I could just stay home."
"You'll be alright, Vanya. Alcohol is like water to you anyways."
He snickers and rolls his eyes. "That just means it'll be boring for me, then."
"Just try to have fun and relax. I'll be safe and quiet here."
A mousy smile appears on his pink lips. You've said exactly what he wants to hear. "Alright. I'll just get it over with." He presses one last kiss to the top of your hair before leaving.
"Don't cause any trouble!" Ivan sings, before exiting the living room and closing the door behind him. You get a glimpse of the blindingly white outside world, and a gust of stinging cold air brushes against your skin like a warning.
You let out a taut breath, finally feeling like you're able to breathe without his crushing presence. You dust off your hands, from nothing in particular, before going off to do just as you said to him earlier. It bothers you how much he still affects you without even being around.
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The sky is dark, and all that is heard is the droning of soft music and the burbling of something boiling on the stove. Its tranquility is broken by the door opening with more aggression than usual.
"Vanya?" You call out, hoping the sweet usage of his nickname would quell whatever spawned this roughness within him.
All you hear is something vaguely resembling a groan and a sigh, and his heavy, thudding footsteps. Your heart starts to race a little.
"Is something wrong, Vanya?" You ask meekly, approaching him with caution. He reeks of alcohol, and his movements seem all sluggish. Jesus, how much did Russia of all people need to drink in order to get this wasted?
"I'm alright." He huffs, taking off his gloves and his coat with slight difficulty. You step in closer to help him undress, taking off his scarf. You don't miss how he tenses up, so you freeze and meet his constantly intense stare to gauge his expression. His eyelids are low, pupils contracted, eyes darker than usual, and cheeks flushed like they always are. He seems to be pouting a bit. He doesn't do much else, so you continue, stripping him of his large overcoat. All he's left in now is a black sweater and thick brown slacks.
"I've made dinner. You can just sit wherever you want and I'll bring it to youâ"
Ivan leans in so quickly, you couldn't even register it in order to dodge or deflect his kiss in time. This time, it lands on your lips. He doesn't do this usually at all, unless he was planning something. The blood drains from your face when his large hand finds the back of your neck, and holds it stiff, preventing any chance of backing out.
His skin and the inside of his mouth are impossibly warm, and the bitter, sterile taste of vodka is the only damn thing invading your senses. You grip the fabric of his knitted sweater, it makes him part from your lips to pant like a dog and take said piece of clothing off, now left in a dark gray shirt.
"V-Vaâ You taste like alcoholâ"
"Get drunk off of me." He whispers, before grabbing the sides of your arms and kissing you tongue first, lapping at your lips, and at this point, you learned better than to deny him. With all the mental fortitude you could muster, you rigidly part your lips. Despite all your efforts to be as pliant as possible to try and guarantee your safety, you can't help the shiver of revulsion when his tongue invades your mouth like a parasite and rubs against yours.
It feels like time slows down, you can feel the milliseconds before your instincts kick in, and each millisecond feels like a year of dread. Unable to stop raw instinct, you bite down.
Your heart stops when you hear him grunt, and feel his grip around your arms tighten before he shoves you away. He gasps, cursing under his breath in his mother tongue before setting his sights back on you.
Doe-eyed and trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, you begin to plead.
"N-No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Vanya, pleaseâ"
He approaches, kicks the back of your knees, before you are grabbed by the scruff of your shirt. The collar of your blouse is yanked back and presses the fabric tightly against your throat as he drags you to the front door. You're coughing and struggling to regain your footing, and the moment you can breathe, you beg.
"Please! Nononoâ Vanya please don't do this I'll be goodâ" The words tumble out like unorganized clutter using the one short breath you were able to catch.
With one more harsh tug, you fall to your knees again, and the door opens. The sight of the snow immediately triggers something within you, and you begin sobbing.
Ivan takes a peak at you, seemingly taking pity.
"Only for a few minutes."
You shake your head in a frenzy, not believing a word he says. Even if he was saying the truth, you'd much rather continue to humiliate yourself over being outside for even a few seconds. What if he forgets about you? What if that door never opens again? What if you die a miserable death, separated from your survival by just a few inches of wood?
That's why, the moment he throws you out, you scramble to your feet and shove that damned door open before he can fully close it. You know you're in deeper shit when you hear the door slam against him, and the deep yelp that follows it. You run for your life into the confines of his house.
You quickly make way to one of the bathrooms, the only rooms in the house you're still able to lock from the inside. You knew even that meant nothing, since you're sure Ivan could and would break them down without a second thought. Yet, it was still your best shot.
You lock the bathroom door and sit on the flooring right next to it. You try to calm down your heartrate and your heaving so you could try and listen in on whatever was going on outside this room.
Eerie silence is what greets you. You hate it, hate it so much. Shuddering, you hold your breath and strain your ears just a little more.
And that's when you hear it.
Soft footsteps.
You have to bite back a scream from how much raw fear that little sound sends shooting through your nervous system. Makes your skin crawl so bad that it almost hurts.
Ivan's clearly not in any rush, but FUCK did you wish he'd just get it over with and sprint right at you. You're sure he knows where you are, he just likes to freak you out, you can tell. That sweet smile he always puts on is nothing short of sadistic, constantly has this look in his eyes, some kinda weird sparkle that tells you he enjoys watching you struggle beneath him. Knowing you'll be face to face with those very eyes shortly makes your ribs squeeze around your quaking lungs and heart.
The footsteps approach. You brace yourself for a rough kick to the door or a pipe slamming through it.
Instead, he knocks. This was wrong, what was happening? Oh, god, this was so much worse.
"I won't ask again."
Scrambling to the door, not even sparing any time to actually stand up, you open it. You wince when you strain your neck to look up and see the damage done to him by your outburst. A nasty, bloody bruise on the bridge of his tall nose and that same crimson liquid streaming down his nostril. Your chest shakes like a dying sparrow's.
"I-I'm sorry. Please."
And he smiles.
Ivan is actually, genuinely, extremely pleased right now. He's wanted this all along, for you to fear the outside world so much you'd do anything in the world to stay here, right by his side. He doesn't give a single shit about the injuries you've caused him now and in the past, he's strong, he can take it, and he'll always forgive you over and over again. Of course, it makes him annoyed, because what good housewife would beat their husband like that? But he understands that your circumstances aren't exactly normal, so he'll endure it with irritation. At the rate he's breaking you in, though, you'll soon be as pliant and obedient as he expects you to be. Perhaps you'll even start to love him back. Just the thought of it raises goosebumps on his porcelain skin and makes his hands tremble in excitement.
You don't understand why he's giggling right now.
He sighs your name, and crouches down to meet your stare. You flinch as a droplet of blood hits the tiles. Ivan's grin only widens when your shaking hands reach for his face and try to wipe the blood away.
"O-Oh, Ivan," You whine uselessly, getting up on boneless legs to grab the first-aid kit. He watches with bright, amused eyes. He knows you won't try anything anymore. He's confident in your compliance to him.
As carefully as you can, you wipe off the blood with paper towels, crying harder when it smears instead of going away completely like you'd hoped. It felt like your mistakes were going to be impossible to fix.
Ivan's cheery gaze never falters. Maybe this is the happiest you've ever seen him, despite the blood streaming into the gaps of his teeth and forming a grotesque image. Dusty eyelashes frame his smiley crescent moon eyes, cheeks ruddy as little alcohol-stained puffs of air pollute the cold atmosphere. You jolt when he chuckles throatily.
"What's wrong?" His voice is as sickly sweet as it always is.
"Y-You're madâ I made you mad. I'm sorry." You choke on your own words, trying your best not to drop the bottle of disinfectant in your weak hand.
"What did you do?"
"Iâ" You hiccup, "I d-didn'tâ I didn't listen to you. I wasn't good."
Unable to hide his pleasure, he laughs and leans in to give you a chaste, bloody kiss.
"It will be okay. I love you."
You're glad your crying masks the gag reflex that almost makes itself apparent when you know what you have to say next. You steel your nerves and dryly swallow the taste of Ivan's blood.
"I loveâ I love you too."
He gives you a pleased, closed-mouth smile, and presses a kiss to the top of your head before taking the bottle of disinfectant from you. He begins to tend to his own wounds.
"This does not mean I forgive you, though."
Just as you felt your whole world crashing down around you, Ivan saves you.
He breathes out a laugh, "No, I won't throw you outside again. It's much better staying inside with me, yes?"
You nod in a frenzy. "Yes! Y-Yes, much better. Please don't."
"Well," Ivan prefaces, disinfecting the cut on his nose before placing a bandaid on it. He turns his head to the side and spits out the blood left in his mouth. "You will have to tend to this wound. Kiss it better." And before you could even wonder what he meant by that, his tongue lolls out, brandishing the red bite mark from earlier.
Disgust registers for only a second.
Like an automaton made solely to serve, you lean forward, grasp onto his biceps, and press a needy, desperate kiss to his drooling tongue. He laughs while you lap at his tongue like a wounded dog, warm, alcoholic breaths brushing against your face.
After relishing in the feeling of your worship for a little longer, he gently pushes you to the ground and crawls over your jittery body, placing a hand against the small of your back to hold you up and closer to him, with the other gripping the outside of your thigh.
"You will not bite me this time?"
Nodding fearfully, praying the conviction in your eyes will be enough to warrant his forgiveness, you wrap your arms around his neck.
Sighing happily, he presses his cold lips against yours, taking the lead happily as he moans into the kiss. The sound was more out of the satisfaction of establishing his dominance rather than the actual physical pleasure.
Ivan doesn't usually indulge in sexual fantasies or acts, which surprises you considering how touchy the man is. His mind usually favors daydreams of a stable, domestic life with you. Ivan prioritizes establishing your relationship over anything else, so he doesn't really find the time to lull over menial things like sex. Marriage is one thing, but your total submission is another.
Then again, this doesn't mean that he fully doesn't have any carnal desires when it comes to you. It's you, for christ's sake. When his fantasies of dominance come into play, it seems only obvious that sometimes his thoughts wander into the bedroom.
Ivan fantasizes a lot about having you desire him as much as he does you. He wants you to need him like air. Wants to have you mewling his name and clinging to him like your life depended on it, which would quite literally be the case right now. Wants to see your pretty, pretty tears reserved only for him. Wants to see you fall apart in his arms over and over again while comforting you so meanly and kissing your crying face.
Ivan tries his best to not let these thoughts make themselves apparent, but fuck, do you make it so hard sometimes. How could any man not be affected by the sight of their adorable little housewife in an apron? Takes so much for him to not just grab you by your hair and bend you over the counter. Whenever you cry for whatever reason, he almost feels guilty over how instantly horny it makes him. Almost feels guilty when all he can think about is licking those tears off of your face and making himself the cause of them. God, he wants to play the role of a nice doting husband so bad, but he can't help but feel you up and breathe down your neck when you try on the dresses and lingerie he buys for you. He can't help grabbing your waist and pressing his erection against your assâ not on purpose, he just wanted to be close to you.
While aggressive in his approach, Ivan never forces any sexual acts that you refuse. Even if he's left high and breathing heavy, he still wants to be someone you don't completely hate. Be a good husband, be a good husband. He always chants to himself. All his prayers proved fruitful when he quite literally cried tears of joy during your first time together.
Ivan doesn't know what was different that day, he didn't expect anything, just to make out and have you reject him after a bit, but you just... kept going, until he was ramming into you, hands tight around your sweaty waist and fucking into you like you were just a fleshlight. He's never seen himself like this, moaning and gasping like a girl and feeling so fucking good that all that he wantedâ all that he could think of was breeding you like a bull and how beautiful your family would be. God, the memory of you struggling, doing your best to take his thick cock and crying so cutely just trying to bottom out is engraved into the grooves of his brain. It makes his stomach feel all warm whenever he thinks of it. He wants to carve it under his eyelids so he can see it every time he blinks.
Ivan laughs a lot during sex, call him creepy, it's genuinely because he is just so damn happy that he can't hide it. Why should he hide it from you? He wants to show you just how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. You make him feel so damn happy and complete that all he could do was chant IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouâ while whimpering, giggling, his tears dripping onto your face.
Maybe he'll get lucky again.
Without parting, Ivan carefully lowers your back to the tiled floor, straddling your body and snaking his long fingers under your blouse, resting them against your heated abdomen. He smiles into the kiss when you jolt away, tickled by how frigid they are.
The ends of his feathered gray hair tickles your wet face, your body shivering at all the different sensations attacking you simultaneously. The cold tiles, his freezing hands, his hot tongue, the faint taste of blood, the warm drool seeping out the side of your mouth, his arid breathing, the smell of alcoholâ
Your hands, still by the back of his neck, reach up to ever-so-slightly tug at his hair to signal you needed a breather. Ivan makes a small noise of surprise, before pulling away.
He looks absolutely dazed, lips shiny with remnants of a spit trail, and lavender eyes heavy and glazed over with a feral lust. His breathing is labored, muscular chest rising and falling as he intently watches every minute expression your face makes. Despite the blatant lack of nudity, this might be the most erotic sight you've ever seen. Fuck, why does he have to look so good when you're supposed to hate him?
Right now, you were so exhausted you couldn't even remember what reason you'd have to hate him, despite there being enough that you could spend the rest of your life listing all of them down.
And just when you try to refuse by backing up, your thigh brushes against his boner and he lets out the most heated, breathy, shivery moan you've ever heard. The vocalization sounded like it was tailor-made to tantalize you, to tempt you into biting the fruit. And you know what? You were a sinner anyways.
"Bedâ B-Bedroom."
A toothy grin appears on Ivan's face, and he exhales a breathy laugh. He looks absolutely delighted, and starved.
Without a second thought, he picks you up, and carries you to the closest one.
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The next morning begins normally. Your body is sore, and covered in bite marks. That was one of the best sleeps you've had in recent memory. Ivan seems to think so, too, with his arms cradling your torso and a hand resting over your lower abdomen. The ache reminds you about what happened yesterday, you can still feel him in there somehow.
You woke up a little later in the morning compared to usual. Since you're still a little too exhausted to get up and begin cooking, you lay there for a while, listening to the quiet howling of the wind outside. You wonder when was the last time you heard any birds chirping.
Thinking of the outside world brings you a bit of dread, don't really like doing it. But when your life is so isolated and so alone, misery can become a form of entertainment.
The more and more days go by, the more and more do you forget what your life was like before meeting the Russian. The longer you live with Ivan, the more does it feel that he was just always there, and that your life before meeting him was a falsified memory. You're not even sure how much time has passed since, it's always snowing outside, every day feels the same.
That's the one thing you remember from before this life, the feeling of warmth. You're not sure you remember the feeling of it, really, but you're well aware of the absence it leaves behind. Maybe when spring finally comes around, you can open that door, and...
Eyebrows furrowing as a migraine starts to set in, you shake your head weakly. You didn't like thinking about the outside.
Turning over to face Ivan, you gently wake him up before you leave the bedâ you learned that he doesn't like waking up to an empty bed without any prior notice. He eventually stirs from his sleep, hugs you, and you do not struggle.
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HI SORRY THIS TOOK A BILLION YEARS BUT GUESS WHAT IT'S DONE NOW :) thank you for your patience sweet friend
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Female Reader
Trope/Prompt: Friends to Lovers x Body Worship
Summary:Â Law finds out you've never had an orgasm. A doctor treats a patients ailments. You get the idea. MINORS DNI
WC: 3100 hehe
TWs: inexperienced reader, alcohol consuption, fingering, oral sex f receiving, power dynamic kinda, smooth talking Law, body worship and praise, pet names, ugh it's porn.
Climax (+18)
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Sure, the Heart Pirates werenât the scariest or the biggest or the baddest pirate crew out there⊠but they were still pirates at the end of the day. The Heart Pirates could drink. Although Law himself didnât indulge in as many rowdy evenings as the other members of his crew, he still enjoyed socializing with them. They were his crew, after all.Â
This particular evening, Law found himself bored of his work and decided to venture out from his office and into the common areas of the ship. Law shuffled tiredly towards the sound of glasses clinking and slurred voices talking over each other. He almost decides to turn back to his bedroom and try to get some shut eye. His back ached, the twinge in his muscles pleading with him to go to sleep, but he hears something else. Your lilted giggle floats through the metal halls of the submarine and straight into his ears. He wanted to at least see you before he went to bed⊠something sweet to think about as he fell asleepâŠÂ
âYeah, okay well youâre stupid, so.â You sip from your freshly cracked beer and roll your eyes at Shachi.Â
âWow! What a good insult, y/n! Youâre so fucking creative!â Shachi jeers at you with a big fake smile on his face. âI set you up, and you lost! You have to finish your drink, I donât care that you just opened a new one!âÂ
âUnless you want me to barf on your cards, probably not.â You chuckle.Â
âAnd I have seen her throw up. It is NOT cute.â Ikkaku pipes up. Ikkaku leans in and whispers purposefully loudly to Penguin. âShes a scream-puker.â
âOkay so, I am not a scream-puker!â You defend yourself.Â
âYeah, you are.â
Your head whips around towards the galley door. Law stands there leaning against the frame, looking exhausted, but that wasnât out of the ordinary for him.Â
âLast time you had the flu I thought we were under attack and sounded the Tangâs defensive alarm.â Law says as he smirks at you.Â
You pout and turn back to the table.Â
âOkay that one time⊠and I was really sick, you know!â You huff.Â
âRoom for one more?â Law grabs a beer out of the fridge and sits down at the dining table without waiting for a response.Â
âOf course, Captain!â Ikkaku chimes in. âWe were just telling Shachi he has to finally tell that girl from the last island to stop calling him.âÂ
âSheâs sooooo hot though! And sheâs totally into me!â Shachi pleads his case.Â
âWe will never see her again!â You interject.Â
âSo? She doesnât know that! And besides, the phone sex is better than nothing-âÂ
âYouâre having phone sex? Here? On my ship?â Law immediately butts in and cocks his head in confusion.Â
â⊠is that? Is that not cool? Did we have a rule about that or something?â Shachi questions.Â
âNo.. itâs just vile, Shachi.â Law shakes his head.Â
âHah! He thinks youâre fuckinâ gross!â Ikkaku points and laughs directly at Shachi who was making quite the face. You couldnât help but laugh.Â
âOh whatever, Iâve been getting the best sleep of my life thanks to this! Iâm like, almost twice as productive as I normally am!â He tries to build his case back up.Â
âWhy?â You ask, curious what those things had to do with each other.Â
âWhat do you mean? Everyone knows how great the sleep is after you finish, am I wrong?âÂ
âYou are correct there.â Penguin adds, sipping his beer. Ikkaku hums in agreement.
âHah, okay. Wouldnât know.â You add softly, secretly hoping no one would hear you.Â
âWhat?â Ikkaku turns to you and asks.Â
âNothing itâs just that I⊠wouldnâtâŠ? Know..?â Really pleading with your eyes for her to read between the lines and you wouldnât have to say it out loud yourself.Â
âWait okay⊠youâve never⊠had an orgasm?â Ikkakuâs eyes widen.Â
âCorrect.â You take a deep breath. âAt least I donât think I have.â You feign a laugh.Â
âOh youâd KNOW.â Shachi affirms from across the table, also staring at you with a bewildered expression. âWoah⊠thatâs crazy. Are you a virgin or something?â He continues.Â
âNo!â You defend yourself. âThe guys Iâve been with just suck, apparently. Can we stop talking about this?â You knit your eyebrows together and rub your eyes.Â
âNo way this is fascinating. How old are you? Twenty five? And youâve never had an orgasm? Like never once? Even by yourself?â Ikkaku probes further.Â
âOooookay guys I never miss a good time to shut the fuck up, so I am going to head to bed!â You stand up from the table and straighten out your boiler suit. You were met with pleas and apologies from your crew mates, while your captain remained stoic during the entire exchange. You felt his eyes burning a hole through you as you left the galley.Â
You swiftly make your way through the metal corridors of the ship towards your stateroom. You werenât upset at your crew mates, it really was fascinating how you had made it this long in your life without feeling the peak of physical pleasure. It wasnât for lack of trying, you had tried several times to pleasure yourself⊠and taken a small handful of lovers, none of whom could make you cum.Â
You slip off your boiler suit and let it fall to the floor in an off-white heap. You pick out some grey pajamas, a thin camisole and matching shorts, throw it on and sit on your bed to brush out your hair. You untie your hair from the thick bun on your head and let it cascade down your bare shoulders.Â
You had almost finished brushing our your locks when you notice the room has somehow changed⊠as if in the blink of an eye everything was sheathed in a faint blue glow. A familiar blueâŠÂ
âWait no!â You could barely yelp out before you ass meets a different surface in an instant. âAh!â You gasp and open your eyes to see that youâre no longer in your own bed, but in Lawâs. You blink rapidly for a few moments to try and regain your surroundings. You catch your breath.Â
You look up and see Law standing at the edge of his bed, looking at you with his shirt unbuttoned. Did he already have it unbuttoned when you were drinking⊠or did he take it off since thenâŠ?Â
âGods, Law.â You sigh and shake your head. âYou canât keep doing that to people. You could have just called my snail or something.âÂ
âHeard Shachiâs been keeping the line busy tonight.â Law looks down at your barely covered form on his bed. You push your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. He smirks. âSo⊠is it true?â Law walks slowly around to the side of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. He was like an animal stalking its prey.Â
âT-the orgasm thing?! T-thats what you brought me here to talk about?!â You could feel your cheeks flush bright red. You sink your head further behind your legs. âI-itâs really not a big dealâŠâ You turn your eyes down to avoid his gaze.Â
âYou know, the human orgasm is really just a tool.â Law continues eyeing your body and ignoring what you had just said. âThe reason it feels so good goes back to our earliest days of evolution. All living organisms, even plants, exist with one similar purpose in common. Do you know what that is, y/n?â
You pick your head up a bit from behind your knees.Â
âT-to⊠n-not get eaten by a larger thing?â You sputter out.
âReproduction.â Law answers his own question. âEvery creature is designed with a primal need to create more of itselfâŠâ He paces towards his nightstand and back before taking his massive sword off his back and setting it against the bedpost. âThe male orgasm is necessary for human reproduction, obviously. But the female orgasmâŠâ He trails off and you look up and lock eyes. âIs it a bit more complicatedâŠâÂ
âO-okay?â
âSome professionals say the spasming of the female reproductive organs during orgasm allows for easier penetration through the cervix for the ejaculate to pass through⊠and some say the female orgasm doesnât even exist at allâŠâÂ
âAre you seriously doctor-ing me about this?!?â You finally find your voice a bit stronger in your throat. âIâve lived this long without it and-â
âI however, y/n, donât care what the purpose of it is. And I do know it exists. And I plan on giving you at least one this evening.â Law says as he sheds his button down off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Tattoos on full display, his chiseled abdominal muscles right at your eye level paired with the topic of conversation made you press your legs together even harder.Â
âC-captain that is highly unnecessary and unprof-â You try to protest shakily.Â
âNonsense.â Law steps so his thighs are against the edge of the bed. His right hand comes up to drag two fingers up your calf and rest his palm on your knee. He rubbed soft circles onto your knee with his thumb. âNow if youâre done being so stubborn, we can get started.âÂ
You leaned back on your elbows and blinked up at the man standing before you, your captain. You couldnât believe this was really happening, but you were too stunned to question it. You trusted him with your life and more, why not let him try and help you?
âAlright.â You say softly, more to yourself than to Law.Â
âGood. Now take your clothes off.âÂ
You cock your head back in surprise and your eyes widen.Â
âGetting straight to it I guessâŠâ You chuckle nervously.Â
âWe can go slower, if youâd like?â Law takes his hand off your leg, a genuine look of care in his grey eyes.Â
âNo no! I-itâs fine! I just didnât, you know⊠like⊠well I wasnât really planning for anyone to see me naked tonight is all!â You say awkwardly.Â
âThe only thing I care about tonight is pleasuring you. Will you let me?â
You donât say anything in response, but you lift your thin grey camisole over your head and throw it to the floor. You didnât look up to see Lawâs response, you just shimmied your shorts down your legs and resumed your position laying on Lawâs bed.Â
Fully bare in front of your captain, you could feel your cheeks become hotter than theyâve ever been.Â
âSo what should-â You begin.
âFucking gorgeous.â Law interrupts.Â
âS-sorry?â You question.Â
âYou are so fucking hot. So pretty.â Law was no longer staring into your eyes, but raking his gaze all over your naked body. âSpread your legs for me, yah?â Law asks, a bit more pleading than his normal demanding tone. It was like something shifted in him once you had taken your clothes off. He returns his hand to your knee, bringing his other hand as well this time to gently push your legs open to expose your sex to him. You hear him suck in a breath.Â
Suddenly, Law pounces on you. Youâre knocked back on the bed further and your head hits the mattress. Law chuckles playfully above you as he supports himself on his hands, black shaggy hair falling towards your face.Â
âHi.â He grins down at you.Â
âH-hi..â You manage to smile back. Law leans down further and begins placing wet kisses along your neck, craning your head to the side almost involuntarily. âO-oh okay.. t-thatâs fine⊠AH!â You feel a cold hand pinch your left nipple. Â
âSo sensitive⊠this is going to be easy..â You feel Lawâs mouth curve into a smile as he litters more kisses on you, this time across your collarbone. He moves his head lower and captures your right nipple in his soft lips and sucks gently. You let out a long sigh and throw your head back against the mattress further. Quiet gasps left your mouth as he worked your chest in his hands and tongue.Â
Without fully realizing that Lawâs hand had left your breast, you feel it cup your mound firmly without warning. You try to close your legs instinctively at the sudden contact.Â
âAh ah, no y/n. Youâve been hiding this pretty thing from me for too long.â Law says as he pulls back from your chest. He pressed his fingers against the top of your slit and started rubbing it in circles. âI promise itâll feel so good.â Â
Law leans up and places a gentle kiss on your parted mouth, you were too dazed to kiss him back just yet. He pulls away and settles himself on the floor on his knees in front of where you were laying. Strong arms hook under your knees and drag you swiftly so that your legs were hanging off the bed and your sex was mere inches from his hungry gaze and spit-slicked lips.Â
âEven more fucking beautiful than Iâd imaginedâŠâ Law says as he spreads your pussy with his thumb and forefinger, exposing your throbbing clit and dripping hole to him. âSo eager and ready for meâŠâÂ
âWait you imagi- SHIT!â You cry out as you feel Lawâs hot tongue lap at your clit. It was so good, so thoughtful, so precise⊠he knew exactly what he was doing. âOh my god-â You had never received better head and he was only just getting started⊠maybe he was going to fulfill his promise. He alternative between suckling at your sensitive pearl and taking wide swaths over your whole sex with his entire mouth, as if he was trying to drink up every last drop your pussy was offering him.Â
âSo sweetâŠâ You could barely understand what Law was muttering about, he was so drunk off your essence that all you could really hear was pained moans and groans of âmmhmmpphâ as he enjoyed your taste. Your back was arching off the bed and you grabbed at Lawâs hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as you wanted to make sure he kept going.Â
You moaned loudly as he slipped two fingers into your eager hole. He distracted you with harsh sucks to your clit as he crooked his fingers upwards inside of you.Â
âWait fuck!â You cry out, feeling a foreign sensation as Law pulled on that spot inside your walls.Â
âYeah there it is baby⊠there it is right there⊠let it happenâŠâ Law cooed into your wetness as he continued to hammer into your sweet spot with his two fingers. He resumed his ministrations on your clit.Â
âLaw! I canât!â You gasp as that warmth and pressure in your lower half grew stronger and tighter.Â
âYou can⊠get out of that pretty little head of yours, babe. Stop thinking and just let it goâŠâÂ
You try to center yourself and clear your mind, eliminating all thoughts except for the feeling of Lawâs hands and mouth on you. It wasnât hard to do, his presence took over your every sense entirely⊠the heady smell of his cedar cologne, the absolute determined and lust-filled look in his eyes that were peeking up at you from between your legs, and the overwhelming feeling of his mouth lapping up your juices with fervor.Â
âI-I think⊠ah! Fuck!â Your shoulders lurch forward on their own, your walls starting to tighten sporadically around Lawâs thick fingers.Â
âYouâre so close, pretty girl⊠just a little more⊠squeeze those tits for me, yah?â Law asks before returning his mouth to your throbbing nub.Â
You do as youâre told and you wrap your manicured hands around your own breasts. You pull desperately at your nipples and cry out from the intense pleasure.Â
âLaw!â You moan your captainâs name as tears prick the corners of your eyes from the sensation.Â
âCum.â Law growls.
With a strangled scream, everything in your body released and your breath caught in your throat. Euphoric waves pulsed from your sex outwards and you felt the tears fall freely from your lash line as your legs shook. Your scream turned into a moan, and then fell into a whine as you suddenly felt too sensitive to have Lawâs touch on you and you squirmed away.Â
You caught your breath after what could have been 30 seconds or 5 minutes and take a look between your legs. Law stared up at you, face and bangs soaked in some sort of liquid⊠your liquid⊠and a stupid grin plastered across his face.Â
âHoly fuck, Iâm sorry I-â You stutter out through heaving breaths.Â
âDonât.â Law stops you. âDonât apologize. That was so fucking hot. Didnât peg you for a squirter. Nice.â He rubs his hands on your thighs as he stands up. Your face flushes impossibly redder. âHow do you feel?â Law asks.Â
âIâŠâ You flop your head back onto Lawâs bed. âI feel like I got hit by a sea train but also incredibly light? My legs feel like pudding.â You sit back up on your elbows. âLaw⊠captain⊠That was amazingâŠâ You smile up at him.Â
âGood.â Law looks down at the mess youâve made between your legs and on his comforter. He looks down at his chest and sees even more remnants of your release.Â
âHow about we get cleaned up before bed and I can show you a few more things, yah? Youâre staying with me tonight.â Law offers you a hand and you stand up on shaky legs to follow him to the bathroom.Â
âHmmm maybe this time it can be your turn?â You glance down at Lawâs obvious bulge straining against his spotted jeans. âI owe you one, right?â You smirk.Â
â â
>:)
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His Favorite Nurse
Michael Myers x Black Fem Reader Angst
AslumPatient!Michael, Nurse!Reader, Kinda Dark, Feat. Dr. Loomis
Part 2: Right Here
Part 4 (Last): Right Here
CW: reassuring Michael after a rampage, he just missed u fr,
TW: gore/blood mention
Word Count: 1973 (give or take)
On my day back, I walked into the asylum to hear alarms blaring loudly, but I was in the lobby so everything seemed fine. It was only after hearing the faint sounds of police sirens that I ran into the elevator, tapping my foot impatiently as it took me to the 3rd floor. When it dings open, I run into the hallway Michaelâs room was in, heels clicking quickly until I reach the start of the corridor but I freeze in place.
My jaw drops and my breath halts.
Bodies of guards and nurses were scattered all over the hall accompanied by their own puddles of blood, some had their heads crushed into a chunky mess while others had their throats ripped out. None of these puddles are dry, did he just do this? Why? And where is he? Despite my stomach being sick I push through, stepping past and over the multiple corpses.
âS-Sheâs coming back, I swear!â He whimpered, âPlease, I didnât mean it, just please...!â
Shit, thatâs the next hall. I turn the corner to see The Shape further down the hall stalking towards an unarmed guard who crawled back from him with a brutally broken arm, begging for his life. The killerâs hands, arms, and feet were soaked in blood, I could hear his heavy breathing from all the way down here.Â
Without thinking, I ran a little closer in hopes of distracting him from earning another kill as loud police sirens closed in from afar. I stopped a good 20 feet from my big, murderous patient and did the only thing I could think of to potentially distract him enough:
âMichael!!â
The Shape freezes in place, his long, shaggy hair shifting as he slowly lifts his head from the guard. He looks back over his shoulder almost as if to confirm it was me before turning his entire body to face me, leaving the guard completely forgotten behind him. My heart pounded with fear and disbelief that I actually stopped him, even if for only a second. I remain still, watching him from afar and he doesn't move either, most likely analyzing me from behind that orange mask of his.
âI... I'm back...?â
After another long 10 seconds of silence, he tilts his head to the right. Then takes a step forward, foot thudding from his weight.
I stumble back a little but he continues to approach wordlessly, with slow, deliberate steps.
âUh, hey big guy...â
His breaths are instantly back to being undetectable, even more so as more police sirens join the others. At first, I wanted to let him close the gap between us but the scent of bloodâ the sight of it practically dripping from his body combined with the intensity of the moment made my courage crumble and I ran in the other direction. I hear Michael huff angrily as his heavy footsteps stomp quickly behind me, closing the distance as if my running didnât matter, his longer legs helping him gain on me in secondsâ in my defense, I was wearing heels.Â
Knowing that I wasnât gonna be able to outrun him, I started banging on all the patients' doors in the hall, hoping to find an unlocked one as my heart raced. Little did I know, this whole floor had been evacuated right after Michael broke out and before my shift started.
âHello!? Let me in!â I begged, âCâmon, please! Somebody help me!â
Nobody responds, the only sound being the loud footsteps of the nearly 7-foot killer getting closer. As I reach the next handle, Michael suddenly grabs my arm, causing me to scream as he forcefully spins me to face him. He calmly and slowly leans down to look at me while I panic but as soon as I try to pull away, he roughly pulls me flush against his blood-soaked clothes with a single grunt.
âMichael, no!â A familiar voice called, âStop!â
I look back over my shoulder to see a group of police officers running behind Dr. Loomis with their guns drawn as they make their way down the blood-soaked hallway. They all stop and stand at the end of the corridor, smartly staying a safe distance from Michael. Tears sting the corner of my eyes as I wait for him to hurt me.
But he doesn't.Â
In fact, upon seeing Loomis he pulled me impossibly closer to his bloody shirt, holding me so tight against him that a small amount seeped from the fabric and smeared my right cheek.
âWhat is he doing...?â Loomis asks aloud, âHe's never done anything like this before; he doesnât take hostages. Michael... Let the girl go... please.â
Michael doesn't say a word, his head never lifting to even consider looking at Loomis.
âPlease...â I whimper, choking up, âP-Please donât hurt me...â
âMichael...â Loomis says, taking a step forward, âShe's begging you. Donât hurt her, let her go.â
The doctorâs step made the masked killer immediately take another step back.
âNo.â I sniffle, looking up at him, âPlease donât hurt me, just... please.â
He tilted his head to the side, at least giving me some confirmation that he was listening to me, but his arm didnât even attempt to loosen from around my back. Thatâs when Loomis picked up on something:
âDo... you like her?â He asks gently, âThatâs it, isnât it... you like her...?â
I tense at his words, eyes widening at the revelation. After all this time, Michael hadnât made a single move to hurt me. He hadnât crushed me, broke my neck, hit me, nothing. I had been in his grasp for over a minute and the only thing wrong is how fucking terrifying he is. I look up at the killer's mask and take it upon myself to try somethingâ since we already bonded a little, it didnât seem like that big of a risk. I slowly wrap my arms around Michaelâs waist, staining my arms in blood.
âMichael...?â I say, taking a deep breath, âC-Can you can wrap your arms around me... like this?â
The killer stays silent for a moment, head tilting to the right.
âPlease...? Youâre... You're scaring me...â
He readjusts his head, never taking his cold eyes off me. A couple seconds of silence passed before he readjusted the arm across my back and added his other to mimic me, completely enveloping me in his tight embrace. I gasp softly in disbelief.
âYeah, like that, good.â I choke up despite being a little calmer, âThatâs better...âÂ
His huge arms instantly relaxed at my words, I even managed to catch a soft breath from behind that orange mask.
âYou just killed so many people, and... do you know why...?â
He huffs behind the mask, seemingly agitated again as he starts tensing against me so I instantly shush him and rub his lower back, bringing his large frame to a frighteningly immediate halt.
âEasy, you know Iâm just asking. Like the questions last week, remember?â
Another softened huff as he retightened his embrace. Then a subtle nod. Heâs really trying his best to be gentle; itâs kinda cute. Itâs just too bad my heart was already going a mile a minute. Everyone must think Iâm crazy, but I just need to keep him calm... or whatever his version of calm is.Â
I can feel Loomisâ and the policeâs confused looks on us, completely at a loss of what to do now but I ignore their stares, doing everyone a favor by keeping the murderous giant calm and collected by softly petting his chest and a few gentle words. Somehow.
âThat's it, you donât have to hold me so tight. I wonât go anywhere.â
My eyes stayed locked on the cold, dead blue ones behind the mask, making sure he was watching as I slowly pulled my arms from around him. I rest my hands on his broad, blood-stained chest while I gently coax him to loosen his grip, trying to convince him I wasnât gonna try to run away, and after a full minute, he finally listens, arms slowly becoming less tense. I smile.
âThere you go, see? I'm right here...â I whisper, âDid you hurt all this staff just because I left for the week?â
Michael suddenly drops his arms from my body. He hangs his head, his long, brown hair obscuring his mask as his bloody hands gently grab the chin of his mask and the string on the back of his head, slowly pulling off his mask before promptly dropping it to the floor next to him. I hear the cops murmur, their grips on their weapons tightening as Michael reaches into his pocket, but I hear Loomis shush them.
âWhat are you doing?â
He pulls out a bloody ID card, the movement making 3 more fall out and clatter to the floor. He didnât react to them, opting to hold up the first one to my face with his fingers. A...nurse? He killed her and took her ID? Wait... I take the card and pick up the ones that fell, reading all of them to see that they were all nurses.
Between this and what the guard said when he was crawling away, it all clicked: âS-Sheâs coming back, I swear! Please, I didnât mean it, just please...â. I look up at his obstructed face and I couldnât help but pout sympathetically as if he didnât just murder 4 nurses and then some.
âI didnât leave you, and Iâm not going to. I just took a break.â
Michael's head lifts slightly, giving me a glimpse of those dead, blue eyes narrowing through his hair. Oh right, I leave when my shift ends. Shit.
âAnd if I do, I'll be right back; nobodyâs replacing meâ especially not if this is what you do when you miss me. Next time, Iâll tell you when Iâm taking a long break okay?â
He nods subtly.
âWhyâd you take off your mask? You didnât need to.â
He firmly grabs my wrist and to my surprise, he guides it past his dark strands until my palm rests on his cold cheek. I smile at him.
âAw, youâre kinda cute when youâre not all, uh...â I quickly glance at the carnage around us again, âAngry...?â
A small huff and I could see his eyes close.
âWe gotta get you cleaned up, big guy. Can I take you to the showers? I wonât let the police hurt you, butââ
The blue eyes snap open. The killer's body straightens up, lifting his free hand and poking my chest.
âMe...?â
A nod.
âFair, I guess them hurting you isnât really the issue but they wonât hurt me either.â
His lack of movement makes me sigh. Without letting go of his face, I look over my shoulder at Loomis wondering how to even ask this.
âLoomis, can you get the police to clean up everything else while I... fix him up?â
âIs he...â Loomis steps back, âAre you sure? Are you okay?â
âYeah, I just need you to get the police away cuz he thinks theyâll hurt me.â
âTheyâll hurt you?!â
âJust... humor me, alright? Unless you wanna deal with him?â
Loomis rightfully hesitates but knowing the carnage in the next hall, he complies and turns back to face the police, telling them to, at the very least, put their guns awayâ to leave him alone and carry on with the crime scene clean up as normalâ as normal as they can anyway. I look back at Michael, watching his shoulders lower as the cops holster their guns. Once a few start to leave to go get the cleanup team, he finally releases my wrist and steps back, waiting for me to lead him to the shower room.
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pairing: vi x reader | 1k words plot: violet does not appreciate when a guy touches what's hers authors note: this is messy and my very first vi work, send help
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âI love how you smellâ violet muses against your skin as you sit perched on her lap. The sweet words this woman whispers to you makes your chest all fuzzy and warm and you couldnât complain.
You hum softly, leaning back against her and her strong arms sneak around your waist. She loves having you in her lap, absolutely adores it. Her hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, the skin beneath warm and smooth.Â
âYou two make me sickâ Ellie makes a gagging noise and throws back her beer. âGet a room, mh?â Abby laughs and passes the joint to a girl beside her.
Damn jocks, a sweet moment and these brawly hockey players yap about it to no end.
âFuck offâ Violet laughs and nuzzles her face into your neck. Oh, how you loved her so close, so warm around you.
You place a hand over hers and grab your drink, youâre way too sober for this. These frat parties would be the last thing on a friday night for you if it werenât for Vi, the star player and your adoring girlfriend.
You set your cup down and pat Viâs arm. âIâll get us another drink, whatâd you want, baby?â She places a kiss to your jaw and humâs
âA beer, love. Hurry back, yeah.â Her voice rich and husky in your ear. With a small smile you get up from her lap and walk into the kitchen, not without Vi giving your arse a playful smack, of course.
Viâs eyes follow you, her gaze stuck on your bum in that sin of a skirt. Sheâd eat you up right then and there, god have mercy on her.
âMate, youâre drooling.â Ellie snickered beside her and she cracked a smirk.
âHow can I not when I've got a girl like her?â and she meant it, you were the hottest girl around, not even Cait could hold a candle to you.
And christ, she really wanted to lift that skirt and ravish you over that counter.
Ellie snorts and rolls her eyes, you were hot, thatâs no secret. âWe get it, you bagged the hottest of them all.â her voice exasperated as she nudged Vi.
Her eyes snap back to you, so pretty by the counter and utterly herâs. She adjusts her pants, just the sight of you makes her slick.
 Her eyes follow you as you pour a drink for yourself and pop open the bottle of the beer with a lighter, god how can you be so so hot?
Her smirk falters as she takes notice of a guy behind you, his eyes peering at your arse like you didnât belong to her. Alright, that sounded big headed, yes.
But, to her defense, everyone knew you were her girl, so why did that prick feel the need to approach you?
Viâs eyes narrow as she watches the guy reach his hand and touch you, a ugly soaring fire spreads in her chest as she gets up.
She can't put her finger on it but, rage? Maybe even fury. Her fists clench and her arms flex, the anger like gasoline to the fire within her.
You donât notice the guy, of course you donât - youâre preparing a drink for your girlfriend and yourself. The bottle is hard to open and you pray that the trick Vi showed you actually works, so you put the lighter in the edge of the cap- what the actual hell.
You whirl around as a hand, and not your girlfriendâs, touches your behind. The guy stands tall, a good foot above you and you have to lift your head to look at him. âWhat the fuck?â You bark, shoving the guy back. He gives you a cocky smirk and leans forwards. You notice his teeth sitting crooked and yellowish in his mouth and you have to suppress a gag.
 âSorry, princess. That ass of yours is too good to pass up on.â Your eyes narrow but, before you can even think, a tip of pink hair appears behind the guy and you pray to god and all his angels that Vi wonât break his neck.
Vi is quick to grab the guy by his neck, slotting a foot in the back of knee. The guy doubles over with a grunt. âI donât appreciate my girl being harassedâ her voice low and threatening as she pushes him down by the neck.Â
Ellie and Abby are by her side in an instant, both of them holding the guy by his arms like theyâve practiced this beforeâŠthey havenât right?
She doesnât waste a second before her fist connects with the guyâs face, a sickening crunch reaches your ears and all you manage to do is watch in bewilderment and slight disgust.
You appreciate your girlfriend defending you, of course you did but, she had the tendency to go a little overboard. Just as her fist rises again you step forward and slip a hand onto her bicep. Vi halts her movement and her eyes find yours, expression softening instantly.
âEnough, baby.â Your voice gentle and reassuring. Vi reluctantly lowers her arms and slips her hand in yours.
She gives Ellie and Abby a nod and they let go. âAw, come on. One more couldnât hurt.â Ellie pouts, what a psycho.
Vi turns to you, her eyes searching your face. âAre you okay, baby?â You nod as a small smile forms on your lips.
You hand her the beer and grab your own drink before the two of you follow Ellie and Abby back to the couch.
One last disgusted look at the guy hunched over on the wooden floor as Vi pulls you along.
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Inspired by that post about Thranduil being all defensive/protective over Gimli in Valinor:
We all know the head canon of Thorin being all "no nephew of mine even associates with an elf" BUT
Just imagine, in a world where all three Durins survived, and Tauriel saved Kili (again), and some other elf healed his and FĂŹli's wounds last minute.
Thorin saw both his nephews almost die before him, has LIVED through how the gold sickness twists the mind and perception of things, and after coming to terms with Bilbo's theft of the Arkenstone, he for a while questions EVERYTHING.
And yes, he totally has a dramatic phase of self pity, holing up in his rooms, drinking Elvish wine (cus thats all there is atm) and smoking Gandalf's pipeweed, and mourning how "everything i knew is a LIE" and "if elves can make such amazing wine there HAS to be some good in them" and "I almost got my boys killed I am such a failure boooohoooo", and after Bilbo kicks his ass out if depression (and a STRONG worded letter from his sister) he is like "okay FUCK y'all I have TRAUMA TM and will do WHATEVER I WANT!!"
So when Kili all shyly comes forward one day asking if Tauriel can please stay with them in the mountain because she's banished from the Woodland Realm he's all "OF COURSE she can stay, you do you my precious boy, if Thranduil is stupid enough to let such a great warrior go we'll stick it to him"
and BAM, Tauriel joins Dwalin in leading Erebor's guard, and Dwalin is torn between "excuse ME u want me to share my job with a pointy eared maiden?" And "holy hell that lass has fire can't show how impressed I am".
And Tauriel Takes No Shit even from her own boyfriend, so KĂŹli is forced to take his new responsibilities seriously because "I did NOT lose my home to live with a CHILD, Kili", and Fili gets dragged into the whole thing without really understanding what happened, but hey, his lil brother is happy so who cares really.
And whenever someone at council (like Dain) complains about an Elf in the mountain, Thorin goes absolutely FERAL like "are you saying I don't know what's best for this mountain I just won from A DRAGON?! are you suggesting that my perfect baby nephew has bad taste? Huh? Exactly, didn't think so!!!!" And is a protective Papa bear "listen Tauriel if someone gives you shit you SHOOT them. No, not killing them, but, you know, just maim them a little to make a point. Trust me I'm the king."
And once Kili and Tauriel have their first child Thorin constantly kidnaps the kid and has them in the forge before they can even talk because "need to keep up that good old dwarven influence".
Anyway I'll go cry myself to sleep now.
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Big question cause Iâm so mad about how they were used: any ideas on changing Berryheart and Curlfeather from this book?
I have ONE controversial opinion and you must allow me this;
Curlfeather not apologizing to Frostdawn kinda rocks as an idea.
Obviously it reads as insulting because of how they gave Berryheart a Tom the Wifebeater ass Redemption Death in this book, and the general way that they've not approached her with the nuance she deserves is frustrating. I agree.
But hold my hand and walk with me. Imagine Curlfeather, mauled and bloody before the daughter she died saving. Frostpaw's gone through so much fixing the damage she caused, furious at the state her mother's in, the mess she made of RiverClan, all the suffering everyone's gone through... and Curlfeather says,
"I don't regret anything."
"Really? REALLY? I go through all of that, I come ALL this way, and you won't even give me a rotten little sorry?"
She doesn't give her mother a chance to respond, lashing her tail towards the grimmace that hangs off the side of her shredded cheek, "You're not sorry for how you lead to yourself looking like THAT?"
Frostpaw shoves her scarred throat foward, "You're not sorry for THIS?"
She claws dig into the sodden black earth of the Dark Forest, "You're not sorry you're HERE?"
Curlfeather is quiet, her remaining eye stoic like a stone. Frostpaw begs furiously, "NOTHING?"
"I will vow on our blood that I will not lie to you anymore," the demon's tone is soft and honest, "and I hope that means more than the insincere apology I could offer you otherwise."
Just when it feels like Frostpaw has so much anger that her body can't handle it, pain stuffs itself inside her in equal measure. Her stomach is sick with love, throat choked with affection. It takes her a minute to form the word,
"Why?"
"When my father, Reedwhisker, was taken by the Kin, I saw how they broke him. His uncle, Stonefur, did not buckle under Tigerstar. My grandmother Mistyfoot quietly rescued the Clan from his accomplice, Leopardstar, while Mistystar willingly worked alongside a vicious impostor."
Now that Frostpaw is the one who's waiting quietly, Curlfeather's voice flutters hopefully, "I was willing to do anything to restore my Clan to greatness," the specter pads foward, touching her nose to her daughter's trembling forehead, "except sacrifice you."
She didn't expect to feel the harsh sting of her daughter's paw smacking her across the nose. She reels back.
"You don't get it! It's not about YOU! It's about everyone you hurt! Dont try to pretend it was all worth it, you didn't make anything great, you just broke it!"
"I had to break it so it could be set back stronger. I gave you the chance for the power, and now you are making it better than it was."
"That was in spite of you! You told me to trust no cat and I had to unlearn that!"
"I saved you when I could have escaped with my life."
"From a situation you caused in the first place!"
"It was a warrior's death!"
There is a silence that settles over them. Curlfeather is snarling in offense. Frostpaw looks, again, at her mother's fatal wounds, the defensive stance. She's reminded of how the cats of other cultures don't always see scars as rewards for a fight survived-- just reminders of pain you've gone through.
"...it was a warrior's death," she agrees, gently, watching tattered hackles smoothen out, "...and now you're dead, while I'm still alive."
The emotion in Curlfeather's face is solemn, but otherwise incomprehensible to her daughter. The expression on Frostpaw's is equally unreadable to her mother. This is the only thing they will ever understand about each other-- that there is an irreconcilable difference between them, steeper than the divide between sky and earth.
The last words the demon speaks to her daughter are, "I love you."
It's only years later that Frostdawn can say, "I love you too."
#better bones au#BB!ASC#BB!Curlfeather#BB!Frostdawn#Asc spoilers#Star spoilers#Berry I know that Im planning to be a lot harsher with#Not irreconcilably evil but she isnt as reasonable as Curl because a lot of her emotions are based on spite and fear#But Curl is simply ambitious. She's ruthless even. She has a vision for the future of riverclan and sees many things as a means to an end.#She's capable of joy and whimsy of course but *intense* is how I see her. A sort of natural and commanding authority.#Somewhat like how her grandmother Misty seems like a relic of an older time. Curl feels like a noble warrior who stepped out of the past#A past that probably never existed.#But her commitment to it makes you think it did.
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third time's the charm l oscar piastri x reader
request/summary â Hellooo!! Would you be able to write an oscar piastri blurb with little examples of the reader showing him off and him getting all flustered? For example, drunk in a club with her friends / to make him feel more confident / ect..? đ«¶
author's notes â idk if this was what anon was thinking of but this is what i imagined đ
I walked into the paddock, hand in hand with Oscar. I was talking about the newest episode of the series I had been binge watching. Oscar, as usual, had settled into listening to me attentively, as I yapped on relentlessly without an end in sight.Â
I stopped when I bump into Maxâs mum and sister. His family was like a second family to me, and I hadnât gotten a chance to see them yet since Oscar and I started dating.Â
âOh, hi! Iâve missed you guys so much. This is Oscar, you guys already know heâs my boyfriend,â I say excitedly as he reaches his hand out to greet them. âHe loves the curry I make just like you guys do. Sometimes I think he may like it even more. I mean, he always begs me to make it whenever heâs visiting home,â I ramble on excitedly.Â
âOoookay, we should get going now. Nice to meet you,â Oscar says before dragging me along with him to Mclaren garage. âWhat happened? I was talking,â I ask with a pout.Â
He laughs as he rolls his eyes playfully. âYeah, I know, babe. You never stop talking, do you?â he says playfully, âyou should remember to breathe every once in a while.â
âHa ha. Very funny. I wasnât even talking that much! I was just introducing them to you and telling them how much I love you!â I say defensively with a confused look in my eyes.Â
âLove, you were telling them I beg for your cooking, thatâs embarrassing!â Oscar says with a slight laugh. Itâs only now I stop and notice that heâs turned slightly red, making me giggle. Oscar gives me an unamused look before saying, âdonât laugh at me like that, you do this every time!âÂ
âIâm sorry,â I say with a giggle, âyou know I only do it because I love you. I just want people to know how great you are, promise!â Oscar opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted when some of his team members approach him to talk to him about the upcoming race weekend. âWeâre going to talk about this later,â Oscar says softly as he points a finger at me playfully.Â
ââ
I screamed as Oscar won the sprint race in Qatar, and I immediately rushed over to him after the race, peppering him with kisses all over his face. âIâm so so proud of you, oh my god!â I say excitedly. Oscarâs face was already red from the heat, and it somehow turned even redder when he saw the cameras approach us. He whined slightly as he burrowed his face into my neck. âBaby, donât embarrass me,â he mumbles quietly in a shy voice.Â
âMy boyfriend just won a sprint race in his rookie season in F1, of course Iâm gonna show you off and embarrass you. Donât expect anything less from me,â I tease as I give him one last kiss before sending him off.Â
When Oscar returns to our hotel room that night, Iâm already half asleep. He spends a bit of time on his phone while in my arms, trying to keep up with everyoneâs messages. He stops when he sees an Instagram post from me, his embarrassed and red face that was caught on the cameras now plastered all over this post. âDid you really have to post that?â He asks me playfully.
âI absolutely did. Youâre amazing, and youâre mine. Two things every person should know,â I say playfully, earning a playful eye roll from him. âBut I look awful, babe!â He protests, zooming in on himself in the photo. I stifle a laugh. âThousands of people would disagree, actually. Plus, you donât look awful, you look happy!â I say softly.Â
He gives me an unamused look. âWhat if I donât want to look happy?â
I giggle. âThen you are one sick weirdo, Oscar Piastri,â I tease with a soft kiss to his lips.Â
ââ
Itâs Oscarâs birthday today, and I have been meticulously planning out every single detail for the past few weeks, including a party with some of his closest friends after qualifying session that day. Despite my protests, Zak also insisted inviting some sponsors to the event and key investors of Mclaren, to act as an opportunity for networking. I reluctantly agreed, although I knew Oscar wouldnât like it.Â
As I thought, Oscar seemed a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people there. He was whisked away to a new person every two minutes, and it was all too much for him to handle. He eventually sat down next to me outside with a loud sigh, leaning his head on my shoulder. âIâm sorry, I didnât want to invite this many people, but Zak said this and that. And you know how he is, he wouldnât have stopped until I said yes,â I say with a frown as I clearly notice how he isnât having the best of times at this party. Instead, he just smiles, leaning in to give me a soft kiss. He stands up again, holding his hand out towards me. âI donât care. Just be by my side while Iâm being interrogated?â He asks playfully. I giggle, and with a nod I take his hand, our fingers intertwining.Â
We soon see one of my old friends that I knew from RedBull, and I introduce Oscar formally to her. As always, I begin to praise Oscar as a driver and as a person. And as always, he gets incredibly red. This time, however, I catch myself before it gets too bad, cutting myself off. When my friend walks away, Oscar has a frown on his face.Â
âWhyâd you stop? You usually go on for longer,â he asks softly. I shrug. âYou always get embarrassed by it, so I just realized and quit while I was ahead,â I say quietly in a kind of embarrassed tone that he even noticed I cut myself off.Â
Oscar shakes his head. âOh come on, babe. Yes, I do get extremely embarrassed by it. But rambling on about me is so you, and I never want you to stop, you hear me? If I canât praise myself then I need someone who will,â he says with a playful smile.Â
âPromise? I donât want to make you uncomfortable or anything,â I say softly.
âNo no no, absolutely not. You could never make me uncomfortable, ever. And you rambling on and showing me off is embarrassing, yes, but I love you for it. I promise,â he says softly.Â
âWell, if you insist⊠then I guess I could squeeze in a few rambles here and there..â I say playfully with a giggle.Â
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For @steddie-week Day 3: Longing (1,032 words)
Tags: Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending
âEddie, man. I think you should talk to him.â
Eddie snorts. âOh, really? Whatâs with the sudden change of heart, Emerson? That desperate to knock me down a peg?â
âDude,â Gareth sighs, and the defenses heâd so easily garnered up fall just a little. âLook, I know I wasnât all that thrilled about Harrington in the first place â â
âOh, thatâs the understatement of the fucking century, Gare-bear - â
â â but,â Gareth ignores Eddieâs attempts at cutting him off, âthat was before I saw how miserable you are without him. Like, dude. We made it. Weâre on tour right now, and all you wanna do when weâre not on stage is sit on the bus and play Patsy Cline. You,â Gareth taps Eddie on the chest, âyou should be having the time of your fucking life right now, but itâs like youâre not really here with us, man.â
Eddie lets Garethâs words sink in for a moment. The kidâs not wrong, of course, but he doesnât get it. He canât. Eddie barely has the words to describe how the feelings started or what his feelings even are, but any time he bumps into anyone that has that look in their eye, that whole I wanna take an up-and-coming rock star for a ride shine, Eddie turns tail and practically runs the other way. Itâs not to say that he hasnât tried â oh, he tried, especially in those first few cities after first leaving Indiana â but it either didnât happen or it didnât end well for either party and eventually he just stopped trying.Â
Because none of them were Steve.Â
And the worst part is, itâs fucking hopeless. The King never, ever gave Eddie even the slightest inclination that it wasnât just âbabesâ for him. (Although, to be fair to Steve, Eddie himself didnât really know until he was too far away to do anything about it, and thatâs assuming Eddieâs balls got big enough to even fucking try something.) Steve was kind to Eddie, sure; hell, he was even calling Harrington his best friend at the end, before they left for tour. But then Eddie started wanting and, even worse, started knowing that he wanted any eyes that looked at him in pleasure to be big and brown and belong to Steve and â well, he hasnât been playing on this side of the field for long, but even a newbie like him knows just how this is going to play out.Â
(Which translates to: he slowly stops calling Steve until he isnât calling him at all. He takes âHead Over Heelsâ off the set list. He puts the swim team sweater he stole from Steveâs closet at the bottom of the âextra clothesâ pile in the back of the bus. And instead of going out after every show, instead of trying and failing to find some peace in the bottom of a bottle like his dad, he sits in the tour bus and plays Patsy Cline on his acoustic under his fingers bleed.)
âItâll only make things worse, Gare,â Eddie replies, fishing aimlessly in his pockets for the last of his Camels. âIâll get over it. Eventually.â
âYeah, well, maybe you will, but he wonât.â
Eddieâs fingers still in his pocket. âWhat did you just say?â
âYou heard me. You donât think Robin chews my head off every time I call to check in?â
(Itâs just Eddieâs luck, of course, that Garethâs first-cousin-and-childhood-best-friend happens to be Steveâs other half.)
âThen why donât you stop calling?â Eddie finally finds a cig and pulls it out of his pocket, only for it to get snatched out of his fingers.
âBecause Iâm not an asshole, asshole,â Gareth snaps. âAnd Iâm getting really sick and tired of getting yelled at every time I call home because somebody refuses to man up and deal with his feelings.â
Eddie turns in place, glaring at Gareth. âI am dealing with my feelings!â
âBy not dealing with them, dumbass! And for the record, youâre making it even more noticeable by notdealing with them! Hell, even Byers asked me about it the last time he called, because why else would you just drop Harrington all together? Itâs been like a year, man, you have to deal with this at some point.â
âI â I didnât know until a month and a half ago, Gareth, what the hell do you mean by the last year?â
Gareth snorts. âSeriously? Seriously. Holy shit, youâre serious. Fucking â really, man? Now I owe Jeff money.â
âGARETH!â Eddie snaps. âWhat do you mean, the last year?â
Something is on Eddieâs face, some expression that he canât control, because Garethâs eyes soften and grow sad. âEds, man, you wear your heart on your fuckinâ sleeve and your feelings all over your face. All anyone gotta do is see you look at Steve and know.â
âKnow? Know what?â
Garethâs voice is almost a whisper now. âDo I really need to say it?â
The wounded beast in Eddieâs chest shudders. âNo.â He pulls his eyes away from Gareth, refocuses on the rings on his hands â and more specifically, the ring made from an antique spoon that Steve had made him when they were going through his parentsâ shit.
(It was the only piece of Steve he couldnât bear to hide away these last six weeks.)
âDoes â does he?â
(Eddie canât finish the question; hell, Eddie doesnât even know what heâs asking.
Thankfully, somehow Gareth does.)
âGo call him, Eds,â Gareth says. He squeezes Eddieâs shoulder, a benediction for courage, and then leaves the tour bus, leaving Eddie alone and staring at the phone at the end of the bus.
(Maybe thereâs a world where Steve feels, can feel, has felt the same. Maybe thereâs a world where, when he told Eddie that heâs taking a break from dating that it meant taking a break from dating someone who wasnât Eddie. Maybe Steveâs been trying and failing to get past this too, and is spending his nights by the phone like Eddie, waiting for someone to call.)
The phone only rings twice.
âThis is Steve.â
(And maybe that world is this one.
But he wonât know until he tries.)
âHey, Stevie. Got a minute?â
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#rock star eddie munson#steddie angst#steddie week#guilty as sin?
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PUT A WIFE BACK IN HER PLACE
KINKTOBER DAY 25 - SPANKING WITH MARTIN
Pairing.| Martin x fem!reader
Summary.| When Martinâs attempt to win your heart back with a nostalgic trip on a secluded Scottish island fails, he has one last resort to remind you whoâs wife you are.
Warnings.| Dubcon, dry humping, spanking, arguing, infidelity, implied breeding.
Word count.| 1.4k
Notes.| This ain't that good but yolo because Martin is hot.
In Martinâs defense, you couldnât say that he didnât put in his all to revive your marriage, itâs been on the rocks for months now, every opportunity for intimacy always resulted in bickering at the best outcome. The arguments were daggering to the heart, zero remorse on either of your ends at times. But Martin was devoted to you, you were his world, he needed you more than oxygen.Â
His marvelous plan on resparking your attraction to one another seemed to be working like a blender unplugged from the power outlet. This will mark your third time vacating on the secluded Scottish island. You were quiet the whole boat ride, but it went unphased by Doug, he merely chatted on with Martin. Your husband would glance over at you every now and then, but you were in a different world.Â
With every day passing, Martin lost a handful of hope. Nothing was working like it used to. The way youâd smile at him when heâd come back after fishing had vanished. The gratitude for the small things he did for you was no more. Your marriage was flatlining. The small talk felt unbearable, turned shoulders made him want to rip his hair out. He only wanted to look at you, hold you, feel you. When you hid yourself in the bathtub, Martin felt his stomach turn in a mixture of shame and pleasure. How could you shy away from your husband? But then when was the last time he had even seen you naked.Â
He ran across the coastal shore, his expression was stern as he sprinted as fast as he could. His ears went blocked, heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest as the aches in his muscles grew. When he reached the top of the cliff, his hands formed into balls as he smacked the air.Â
âFuck!â Martin roared, a vein popped out in his forehead.Â
Martin heaved out, his hands rested above his knees as he tried to catch his breath. After inhaling his asthma pump, his hands searched into his pocket for his phone. His fingers jabbed at the screen, then he scrolled to keep his motivation alive. He flicked through the countless screenshots of evidence, his grip tightened after each swipe.Â
I want to be with you.Â
I think of you every night.Â
Youâre in my dreams, I picture the day when weâre together.Â
Now, Martin wasnât sure of the details of your affair, only the little love messages George would send you, youâd always respond with something similar back, but your level of passion was lower, he was sure of it.Â
I love you.Â
He stared at that message for the longest, because it was sent by you the night before you two left. Why didnât you love Martin anymore, your husband, the man you declared your vows to, the man you devoted your life for. In sickness and in health, you were his.Â
Martin decided to walk back to the cottage, for the chaos would unfold that night. Every few steps, Marin would roughly rub his eyes. The smell of the seaside did little to ease his stresses, the wind was picking up, the scent of rain grew.
When he entered the cottage, you took a moment to even acknowledge him, your attention drawn to the book you were reading. You gave him a small smile, his jaw locked, he turned his heel and headed to the kitchen. Martin did try hard to remain calm, he poured himself a large glass of red wine, then another for you. As he handed the glass to you, he sucked on his lower lip.Â
You thanked him, oblivious to his boiling anger. Impulsively, Martin took a large swig of the nectar and clinked it onto the table. His eyes burnt into you, but you ignored him completely, you were driving him mad.Â
âSo, does he fuck you good?â Martin abruptly asked.Â
You choked on your wine, your eyes darted up at him as you analyzed him, surely he couldnât know? It was as if you were a deer caught in headlights, Martin could swear he could hear your heartbeat race. You were waiting for the punchline, but eventually realized it wasnât coming.Â
âWhat are you going on about?â you replied, trying to remain cool as if you werenât a kettle boiling on the hot stove.Â
âDoes George fuck you good?â Martin clarified, huffing out in anger, his name tasted like venom on his tongue.Â
âMartinâ you warned.Â
âI should have figured it out sooner, I always knew he had the hots for you, but I didnât realize you were such a little whoreâ Martin insulted.Â
George worked with you, and yes, he did always have the hots for you. Despite your constant rejection, he kept on making sly advances on you. Until one day, when you were fed with your sickening feuds with Martin, that you just gave in to Georgeâs affection.Â
In a childish manner, you abruptly stood up and turned your direction to the hallway. Martin followed you just as quickly and you flinched, he looked unhinged.Â
âStep back Martin!â you demanded as you hurried to the hallway.Â
âWhere are you going to go! Itâs just you and I honey, a husband and his wifeâ Martin teased harshly as he followed after you.Â
When you didnât stop, he yanked you back by the shoulder and shoved you against the wall. You cried out as he pressed his body up against yours, his face drew close to yours.Â
âYou think Iâm not manly enough for you? Aye!â Martin shouted by your ear, you winced at his behavior.Â
âNo Martin!â you cried.Â
Martinâs eyes squinted together as he felt the tears forming. His hand smacked on the wall besides your head in anger, you shrieked out.Â
âWhy donât you fucking love me anymoreâ Martin snarled, his face twitched.Â
There was no response from you. His hands gripped onto your curves and you gasped out as you felt his erection grow against you. His stubble brushed over your heating cheek, you shuddered out. Quickly, he flipped your front onto the wall, you gasped out and swallowed down the ball of spit in your throat.
âYouâre my fucking wife, youâll stay with meâ Martin determined with a nod.Â
âO-okay, just calm downâ you shuddered. âMartin!â you yelped out as he yanked your comfy pants down to your thighs.Â
âShut it, just giving you what you deserveâ Martin responded harshly and he forcefully pressed your face on the wall.Â
You choked on your sob as he smacked your rear harshly. His hand pressed against your shoulder blade, you were confined against the plastered wall as he spanked your cheeks. Never has your husband been so rough with you, he was always gentle, kind and thoughtful. Martin would mutter curse words under his breath as he felt his cock twitch in his athlete shorts. The sounds of his slaps echoed throughout the walls, you bit back your moans, your eyes almost rolling back as you unknowingly squeezed your thighs together to create friction.Â
âI love youâ Martin confessed, his lips pressed to your ear as he continued to bring his palm to your flaming skin.Â
âI know you do, Martinâ you panted out, your breathing rugged, hips shifting.Â
âIâd do anything for youâ Martin grunted as he hit you with full force.
âI know you would!â you whined.Â
His blue eyes could see how your body was reacting, how horny you were becoming. Martin heaved out, his body molded against yours as he rubbed his erection over your stinging cheeks. Your knees felt weak, his body weight was holding you up. Desperately, his humps humped against your ass, Martin could hardly control his desires.Â
âYou want a baby?â Martin whispered, almost romantically.Â
âW-what?â you whimpered out.Â
âDo you want a baby, my darling? Iâll put one in you right now if itâd fix everythingâ Martin explained, his hands rubbing your hips.Â
You stammered out as you tried to think logically. A baby was all that you wanted, for so long. But Martin just always put his job first and shooed away the possibilities of creating a family together. You hated him for it. But now he wants to change?
âCome on, how many arguments did we have over it? How badly does it make you despise me?â Martin continued on, his head rubbed against yours.Â
You mumbled out, you tried to think of George, of your plans. But he seemed to be disappearing from your mind. Martinâs hands caressed over your stomach, you moaned out gently and turned around to your husband, your lips neared his.
#cillian murphy#cillian murphy smut#smut#dark smut#cillian murphy kinktober#kinktober 2024#kinktober#martin x reader#retreat 2011#cillian x fem!reader#cillian murphy x reader
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