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radlyradar · 8 months ago

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Sharing a moment.

Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown or Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock

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Chapter one: 1021 words, full chapter here and AO3 :D

Fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers

Mark is a clingy person, but does he really want Brown to know that?

Brown stares at his sandwich as he tunes out Brown’s rant. Something about lions or some shit that he had stopped paying attention to when he had started using his ‘fun fact’ voice. They had just finished scouting a path to get away from the bank, and Brown had suggested they go eat before they went home. “Don’t you think it means something?” his question snaps Mark out of it.

"What?” “Lions man, They’re scared of honey badgers when they’re like born. Like instinct or something.” He’s way too excited, but Mark decides to humor him. “How's that?” Brown’s eyes light up, as he starts talking again. Mark stares back down at his sandwich, still following his words. Something about his food looked wrong, he glances over at Mark’s half eaten sandwich. “Yeah, that sounds fake.” Mark drags his eyes up to Brown’s. “It’s not! Swear on my mother!” “Careful, you may be out of a home without her.” This successfully got Brown to chuckle. Something about making him laugh always makes Mark feel accomplished.

“How's your food?” “It’s alright.” A blatant lie, both of them know the sandwich hasn't been touched. Brown picked up a chip and ate it. Then offers one to Mark, “I have my own fucking chips.” “But I want to give you some of mine. You don’t look like you’re enjoying yours.” “It’s the same chips.” Brown only held the chip out further. “Is it really?”

Brown smiles and something about that infuriates Mark. It’s not, they both know it’s not the same.

“You’re a real asshole you know?” Mark mutters as he snatches it away.

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It’s dark already when Brown drove him home. They stop at a gas station. “Why’d we stop?” “I wanted to get a snack.” Brown gets out of the car, almost skipping away. Mark groans and sinks in his seat watching Brown until he walks out of view. He looks in the backseat to see his sandwich. He’s been like this all his life, he’d rather share something than enjoy it alone. He was always painfully aware of how this contradicted his usual disposition. Still, he couldn’t help it some people just made him- “I couldn’t find those chips you like so I just got these.” Brown tosses him a bag. “What the fuck are these?” Mark picks up the Dorito 3Ds. “Doritos!” Mark stares at him, “These are not Doritos.” “It says Doritos.” “Why are they puffy?” “They’re not puffy, they're 3D!” Brown’s smiling, Mark just rolls his eyes and tossed the chips back. “I’m fine, not hungry anyways.” Mark turns away and stares out the window, onto the sidewalk where the fluorescent lights weaken and the darkness starts to swallow any detail in the cement. “Why are we not moving?” Mark asks as he hears Brown crunching on some chips. “I just wanted to eat first. Do you want any?” Mark just holds his hand out. When he’s given the chip he puts it in his mouth before even looking at it. They follow the same pattern that they’ve seemed to fall into during the time they’ve known each other. Brown ate, then offered him some, Mark took it and Brown ate some more. It’s a system that makes sense. Mark likes that about Brown. He makes sense.

“Alrighty time to go!” The car starts and Brown smiles over at him. Mark turns back. As the car starts moving, Mark looks down at the empty bag of Doritos and turns back to the window.

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Brown stops at a building a few blocks away from Mark’s apartment. He didn’t want him knowing exactly where he lived. As Mark gets out Brown says something that surprises him. “Hey I know we’re not supposed to be all buddy-buddy, but today was fun.” Brown isn’t sure how to respond, he looks at his friend- his coworker’s face. So he just nods and asks “Can we do this again? Maybe get pizza.” “I don’t know...not really professional is it?” When Mark says this Brown seems to deflate. “Yeah, you’re right, have a good night Pink.” Brown starts the car and drives away. He feels his chest tighten with regret. Regret? Really? Over Brown? The guy who talks about stupid hidden meanings and weird conspiracy theories all day? Mark pushes it away, making it a problem to deal with another time, as he walks in his apartment. Turning on the lights. He’s felt a lot of emotions over his new friend, most being quite disturbing to realize. Like his fondness of him. Mark finds genuine comfort in him, for years he’s felt something like this but now he has and it's him? He loves listening to his stupid rants and getting into pointless arguments with him. What did it mean? Ring ring! Mark walks over to the phone and picks it up, he wasn’t expecting a call. “Hello?” he asks. “Hey. Pink?” Brown’s voice comes from the other end. Mark felt his heart do something funny, though the reason was something that eluded him. “Hey, Brown… What’s up?” He cringes at his own words. “I just wanted to check if you got home safe, I know we’re not supposed to use our numbers for this but-” “Yeah I’m home.” “Yeah, cool, okay. I should go.” Brown says, but he doesn’t, thank god he doesn’t because that gives Mark some time. “Brown, you know what you were talking about yesterday, with the pizza?” “Yeah?” “I changed my mind, I think it’d be fun, and um. Help us with coordinating later.” His words come out fast and he can’t help but feel embarrassed. “Really? Cool, how about Friday, I’ll pick you up at umm.” Mark can hear Brown shuffling through some papers. “six?” “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll make sure to bring a movie.” “Yeah.” Something in Brown’s voice makes Mark’s chest feel light. “I’ll see you then.” Mark hangs up and sits on his bed. Why did he feel like this, excited and nervous? He covered his face as his mind ran rampant with confusion and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

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hotpinkboots · 1 year ago

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Could you write A fic where reader comforts a sick Mrs Lovett please?☺️

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~Sick!𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓽 x Reader Headcanons~

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MRS. LOVETT MY BELOVED. We really need to fish her out of the furnace. Maybe we can piece her back together...she's probably fine, right

Summary: So, it turns out that being around the deathly smell of corpses all day long isn't good for anyone, no matter how used to the smell they may be.

Note 1: This is 100% safe for people with emetophobia to read.

Note 2: For any violent fics I write (such as this one), I will be using warning tags so you can filter them out if needed.

Warning(s): Sickness, corpses, mentions of cannibalism, blood, mentions of death/murder, mentions of body horror, rotting, gore

~Enjoy~

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𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓽

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~After getting used to the stomach churning smell of rotting, peeling flesh, lovely Mrs. Lovett had assumed she'd be fine.

~She worked with corpses all day, anyway, and nothing had happened to her. She hadn't fallen ill.

~Heaving the bodies up into the meat grinder. Using sharp knives that easily could bust a blood vessel with one slice to chop off fingers and toes. She was no longer disgusted by the iron scent of blood that occasionally splattered onto her dress when she was careless about work that day.

~But her body certainly didn't agree with it.

~She eventually found herself feeling rather ill and unwell, but of course, she had to keep going. It's not like she could stop now, when the bodies were piling up and people wanted to be fed.

~Her shop was finally doing well, thanks to the "secret ingredient". She was not only feeling ill, but was overworked, as well, people left and right to feed and serve.

~And one day, it eventually caught up with her. Lovett simply couldn't handle it anymore, and found herself sick. This was going terribly. How could she keep up? Sweeney couldn't do all the work himself.

~Ah, but she had one last resort. Her lovely, loyal friend, perhaps the only other person in the world she could trust with with a morbid secret.

~You, of course!

~You've come to help out in the shop when since she's down for the count.

~She appreciates the work you do around the shop for her while she's sick, and offers to pay you for doing it.

~Would like if you read to her for awhile to get her mind off of how ill she feels.

~Always reaches over to give your hand, arm, or knee a thankful little squeeze.

~Mrs. Lovett also insists that you don't spend TOO much time around her, though, worried that she'll get you sick as well.

~She think it to be sweet that you come to check on her every now and then.

~When she's better, she'll look at you fondly and kiss your forehead in thanks while she gives you a brief ruffle to the hair. She wants to make sure that you know she appreciates you taking care of her.

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pinguwrites · 1 year ago

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In The Light of the Moon | Thomas Shelby

Pairing -> dark!thomas shelby x innocent!reader

Summary -> Having enough of being mistreated by your family, you decide to runaway to the small town of Birmingham. There, you meet the feared gangster, Thomas Shelby, whose intentions with you are less than pure.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), kinda dark tommy, innocent!reader, mentions of abuse, p in v, anal, oral (both sides), fingering, allusion to stalking, bunny pet name (briefly, as a joke), lingerie, spanking, very light breeding, bleeding, pain, first time for reader

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Tommy asked, taking a quick drag of his cigarette, the white smoke curling up in the cold, bitter air.

You hugged your body with your arms and averted your eyes. “Sir, I have to go home. It’s almost night.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, amused. “Home? The streets?”

You didn’t have anything to say to that. You were sleeping on the streets, ever since you ran away from your abusive family in London. You had nothing with you but a bag of sandwiches you were carefully portioning, some cash, and the things you were wearing — a light skirt with intricate pink patterns and boots.

“Are you here just to make fun of me?” you said, a little annoyed.

He stepped forward and brushed his fingers against your cheek. You shuddered at the feeling, involuntary leaning into his warm touch, but then you realized what you were doing and backed away.

“Such a pretty girl,” he complimented. When you pulled away, he stopped his caressing, but he didn’t bother to create space between you two. No, he seemed to like the way things were. “Where’s your family?”

“You don’t need to know,” you huffed. You were trying to sound intimidating, but your tone betrayed your emotions. You were vulnerable, without a clue of what to do.

He laughed. “You have some bite, sweetheart. Tell me, what’s your name? I told you mine.”

You hesitated.

“What’s your name?” he repeated, more forceful. “Or do you just want me to call you girl? Perhaps bunny?” He chuckled. “You’re cute like one. Ought to get you some fluffy ears and tail, maybe a collar . . .”

“I’m not a bunny!”

This man was embarrassing you. Why’d he have to say things like that? The idea of you wearing an outfit like that, probably provocative based on the manner he was suggesting, made you feel small and upset. How could he say such things so freely?

“Then what’s your name?”

You grumbled but told him anyway.

“Good girl.”

You ignored the way his words made your body tingle and warm up in all the wrong places.

“Now, did you run away?”

“Why are you so curious?” you questioned, not wanting to tell him. What if he got in contact with your family and found out about the reward they were offering for your return?

“Because you’re a strange girl who shouldn’t be here, on my fuckin’ property, and I like to know who goes on my property and why.”

“Are you a gangster, Mr. Shelby?”

You were starting to think this man wasn’t just some wealthy mayor, but rather a criminal, the kind you were always warned about. He was far too crass to be of a higher class, but he certainly had power, or he wouldn’t be acting this way.

Tommy took another puff of his cigarette. “Ah, so you know a thing or two. Thought you’d be stupid.”

“I’m not—” you cut yourself off, not wanting to engage in such useless conversation. “We’re done here. Goodnight, Mr. Shelby.”

He grabbed your wrist before you could leave. “You think I’m letting you go out there, alone? With no family to keep you safe, no man to protect you? No. You’re coming home with me. I’ll give food, shelter, nice clothes,” he tugged at your dirty dress, “a place to sleep. How does that sound?”

“I don’t even know you!” you sputtered out. “I can’t go to a stranger’s house and live with them.”

His eyes darkened. “And what is the alternative? Lay on concrete? Starve to death? Wait for some bastard to come along and hurt you the way sick men like to hurt little girls?”

You were at a loss. You had nothing to say, no argument to defend yourself. Staying at Tommy’s place sounded comfortable, but you couldn’t.

“I—I can’t.”

Tommy sighed and pulled you closer to him. “I’m just telling ya’, you wouldn’t be a burden on me. I won’t harm you, and I won’t touch you if you don’t want it.”

“You’re touching me right now!”

"There's a difference," he growled, pushing you up against him, his face inches from yours. "I'm protecting you. Do you think I’d hurt you?”

You whimpered, scared. “N-no. I—I don’t know!” you stuttered. “I barely know you, Mr. Shelby.”

You turned your head so you didn’t have to be so close to him, or look him directly in the eyes.

“You’re staying with me,” he said in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“. . . Yes, sir,” you breathed out, flustered at the close proximity.

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Tommy led you back to his apartment. He got you some food and water, a cozy room to sleep in, and a hot bath. He was so generous with everything, and though you were cautious of him at first, you couldn’t help but let your fantasies run wild.

Before you could start daydreaming, Tommy entered the washroom, holding something behind his back.

You shrieked. You had just gotten out of the water and were drying yourself off with the towel, but it was too small to cover your entire body. You squeezed your legs together and covered your chest.

“You can’t be in here!”

Tommy laughed and ignored your words. “Why not? It’s my place.” But he looked away. “You were taking a while, that’s why I came in. I was worried.”

“I’m fine, you can leave now.”

“And what will you wear?”

You didn’t think of that. He hadn’t given you any clothes yet.

He showed you what he was holding, but it didn’t even look like proper clothing, rather undergarments and a skimpy top. You stared at it for a moment, before realizing he was expecting you to take it.

“I can’t wear that,” you protested.

He sighed. “‘I can’t do this’, ‘I can’t do that’, when are you going to learn to do as I tell you? I want to see you wear this, so wear it.”

You didn’t complain after that, though you did hesitate. You made him turn around while you changed, trying to fit the skimpy clothing on your body.

The bra was white and comfortable, but it would easily slip down if someone wanted it to. It accentuated the curve of your tits. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever worn, and you felt horrified at the thought of Tommy seeing you in this thing. It made you feel like a . . . like a prostitute.

The panty barely covered your ass. It was all hanging out for show. What is the point of such outfits? It’s useless! you thought.

“You can turn around now, sir. Just, please don’t stare.”

He did stare, he stared at every part of you like a hungry beast, ready to tear his prey apart. You felt wanted under his gaze, but the whole situation was making you feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to behaving like this, you weren’t used to being around men like Tommy. It was all so new and daunting.

“Walk towards me,” he ordered.

You did so, hugging your body with your arms — a bad habit. Your tits were bouncing slightly with every step, but you made sure it wasn't too obvious. You couldn't help but wonder what your family would think if they saw you like this.

How have you gone from being a rich girl to living on the streets to the arms of a handsome gangster?

“Oh, that’s a nice view, sweetheart.” He licked his lips. “Turn around now.”

You did that as well.

“You see that scrubber on the floor?”

You looked, spotting the thing you used to wash yourself. It must have fallen at some point.

“Yeah, do you want me to pick it up?”

“That’s right.”

You knew your bum would be clear to him if you did, but it was your fault it was on the floor, and you felt bad about it. It was your obligation to pick it up, right? You didn't want to be a poor guest.

"Don't look."

You bent over and picked it up. Mr. Shelby let out a heavy sigh and you immediately felt something poking your behind. He was pressing his body up against you! You tried to get up, but he pushed you back down, holding your waist and shoulder so you didn’t fall over.

“What are you doing?!” You couldn't move with the way he was holding you. It was such a compromising situation, what was he trying to pull?

“You’re so easy,” he groaned. “You don’t question why I want you to wear those things? Or maybe you do know . . . dirty girl.”

He picked and placed you over his shoulders, carrying you through the apartment hallways. He led you over to his room, placing you down on his bed despite you smacking your hands against his back.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me!”

“Only if you didn’t want it. But you want this, don’t you?”

“No!” You tried to get off his bed but he pushed you back down with a thud. “. . . Maybe. I don’t know! I’ve never done this before."

You didn't even know what exactly he wanted to do with you. You were vaguely aware of promiscuous activities ungentlemanly men got up to at night, and that it could sometimes result in babies, but you were uneducated on the details.

His gaze softened. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I know you’re a virgin. I’ll be gentle at first, okay?” He gave you a rough kiss, his tongue flicking against your bottom lip.

"Mmph!"

You tried to push him off you but he wouldn't have any of it. He pinned your arms above your head and continued to ravish you, nipping at your neck with his teeth, running his hands all over your body — your arms, your stomach, your thighs, all the way down to your feet.

His lips finally left yours, but before you could say anything, they were back on.

You couldn't deny, it felt good. This was the best you'd ever felt your entire life, even more so than that one time your desires got the best of you and you tried touching yourself, though that was probably because that time resulted in a swift confession and punishment.

Tommy started grinding his hips between your legs, making you moan against his mouth. He pulled away, still rolling his body. "See? You're enjoying it." He let go of your hands, to which you immediately gripped the back of his shirt. “I know you want this,” he continued. “Say you want this.”

You didn’t say anything, too overwhelmed to respond. You weren’t sure what you wanted.

He stopped and you whined.

“Say you want this,” he said, his nose brushing up against yours. “Say you want me to fuck you.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Shelby. I shouldn’t . . .”

“But you should,” he convinced. “I won’t dump you after I’m done. I’ll take care of you. You’ll live here, with me, okay? You’ll be my sweetheart, my pet.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, but you placed your hands against his chest.

“I don’t know how to have—how to,” you struggled to find the words.

“How to what? Fuck?” He laughed. “I’ll teach ya’. What do you know?”

It felt weird saying it out loud, but you did. “A man and a woman need to be married,” — Tommy huffed at that — “and a man is supposed to take his . . . well, I’m not sure, but he’s supposed to take a part of him and put it inside a woman’s privates.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” he said, but he didn’t look upset at your lack of knowledge. “I’ll show you, but first I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

You nodded your head slowly in anticipation, not ready for how vulgar it was going to be.

“I’m going to split you open on my cock and fuck you till you go dumb,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “This thing here, it’s called a cock, and I’ve got the best one you’ll ever see.” He pulled it out, a hard length, too long and thick to possibly fit in you. It was throbbing, with some type of liquid leaking out the top. “Look at it. This is what I’m going to ram inside your holes — all three of them.”

Your breathing hitched and you gasped. “All of them? I don’t understand—”

He interrupted you by forcing two of his fingers down your throat, making you gag and sputter, tears welling up in your eyes. “My cock will go inside your mouth first. It’ll make me feel good. I’ll teach you how to suck properly, how to lick, how to swallow.”

He removed his now wet fingers, letting you relax for a brief moment, but then he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your panties down, giving a nice, hard slap to your ass.

You yelped.

He spread your cheeks apart and pushed his finger in your hole, just a little bit, to give you the idea. You squirmed. It didn’t hurt that much, but you were sure if he went further in it would.

“Then here, sweetheart. We’ll spend a lot of time here. It’s always been my favorite.”

You thought about how his cock was supposed to fit in there. His fingers already felt too big.

“It won’t fit—”

“—It will. I’ll shove it in until it does.”

His hand snaked under your stomach and down between your legs. “And here.” He brushed his fingers against your folds and over your entrance. “Your pussy. I’ll fuck it, and you’ll take it, like the good girl I know you are.”

You felt your heart beat against your chest like it was going to jump out. In excitement or fear, you did not know.

“Will it hurt?”

“Yes, and it may even bleed, but only for a while. I promise I’ll make it feel good. Now, flip over and spread your legs.”

You rested on your back and widened your legs, wondering what he was going to do when he placed a pillow under your hips, moved your panty to the side, and kissed your pussy with fervor.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, the sensation feeling warm and weird.

“I need to get you ready, and I want to show you what an orgasm feels like.”

“An orgasm?”

“You’ll see.”

He flicked his tongue over your bud, sucking on it, holding your hips in place. It felt like heaven, enough to make you forget your guilt and focus on the way he was eating you out.

“Oh,” you moaned softly, looking down at Tommy. He was looking up at you, observing your reactions, trying to see if this made you feel good or that. He was doing it with such precision, too. It felt sloppy and messy, the sounds of his kisses a loud pucker, but it couldn’t have been unthoughtful, because it felt so good.

He kept doing it. Your body was tingling as he started to get more passionate, finally pushing his tongue inside your pussy.

“Huh,” you let out.

“I’m going to put my fingers inside now,” he told you. “Just relax.” He slid his hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “Relax.”

You loosened your tense muscles and rested your head on the pillow. You shut your eyes, trying to let your thoughts go blank, but the sudden intrusion of his finger was too painful for you to ignore.

“It hurts,” you whispered.

“I’ll go slower.”

He pushed in a little further. He wasn’t going slower, or at least, it didn’t feel like he was.

“How much more needs to go in?”

“About three more quarters of what’s already there,” he guessed. “But I’ll need to put two more fingers in after that, and then my cock.”

You looked down at his cock. It was still open, hanging firm out of his trousers. Huge and thick and fat. You were sure he was lying when he said it would fit. You imagined him trying to push it in, but failing, because how could that possibly make its way inside you?

“I wish it didn’t hurt, sweetheart. I wish I could take away your pain.”

Now his finger was halfway through. It was like someone had placed an object where it was not meant to be. How could this be natural if it was so painful?

“Just a little bit more.” He continued running his other hand up and down your thigh. “You’re taking it so well.”

He pushed the rest of it in, letting it stay for a bit.

“Shh,” he soothed. He brushed your hair out of your face, curling his finger inside. “You’re alright, you’ll be alright.”

He pulled his finger out. There was a bit of blood on it, mixing with your clear juices.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, looking away. It was disgusting.

“No, don’t apologize. It’s normal. I won’t have you feeling ashamed of yourself.”

He added another and did the same thing. Eventually, he was pushing in and out at a slow, steady pace. It was horribly painful, but it was starting to feel a little good, especially with the way he started licking your pussy again.

“One more. Just one more.”

You cried out. “Too much!”

He didn’t respond.

Your walls were being stretched, and you felt like you were a stretchy piece of fabric about to get ripped apart. But the pleasure of his tongue managed to counter it a little.

You felt a strange sensation in your belly, coupled with pain.

“I—I,” you tried to say.

“I know. Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”

You came — whatever that meant. You felt like you were at some peak, a little dizzy in the head, with some substance leaking out of your body.

You panicked, worried it was something else, but to your shock, it was white, and Tommy was lapping it up.

“W-what’s that?”

“Your cum. It’s what happens when you orgasm.”

You nodded your head in understanding, even though you didn’t fully understand. It was like heaven, pure bliss, and as long as it was happening, you were fine with being ignorant. You just wanted to feel that way again, and you wanted to make Tommy feel that way, too.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Tommy took his cock in his hands and gave it a few pumps. You sat up. He pushed the tip to your lips and you gave it a lick. It was an alright taste.

You looked up at Tommy nervously, running your fingers down his length.

“Just leave some kisses along it,” he instructed. “I’m not expecting your first time to be perfect.”

You did as he said. He didn’t make any noises, but you were observant and could tell his breathing was getting a little uneven. When you put his tip in your mouth, his hand went to the back of your head, guiding and gentle.

You pulled away. “Do I just . . . take it all?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s okay if you gag, just push it all the way in. Breathe through your nose.”

Calming your nerves, you slipped about a fourth of his cock into your mouth, wetting it, swirling your tongue around the way you did sweets like ice cream.

“Use your hands for what can’t fit.”

You started pumping the rest of his length, the way you saw him do.

Tommy finally made a noise, a little groan. It made you feel more confident that what you were doing was right, so you started sucking more passionately, with more enthusiasm, taking in more of his length — enough to make a difference, but not enough to make you gag.

Tommy let out a little choke and started pushing your head down on him. “Think you can take all of it?”

You couldn’t say anything with your mouth filled, but it was a yes. You wanted to push yourself.

“Good.”

He gave a quick, experimental thrust into your mouth, one that made you gag. Tears welled up in your eyes, but it was gone after a few seconds. It was just so unexpected. It didn’t hurt much, it just felt odd and uncomfortable.

He kept thrusting, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside your mouth. Every time you thought it couldn’t go any further, he proved you wrong. Now you really were crying. You thought that maybe he would stop, but all he did was make a shushing sound and wipe away your tears.

You tried to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for him, and it seemed to be satisfying enough because he didn’t ask you to do anything different. He just had that blank stare, grunting, the only sounds in the room ones of him and the slurping noise you were making.

After a few more minutes, he told you he was coming, and forced you to swallow his sticky, white liquid.

He pulled out and you coughed.

You went to him for some comfort, but he was already leaving the room.

You were confused, your throat sore, but then he came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. He cleaned off your face and helped you drink. It made you feel much better.

“I’m tired, Mr. Shelby,” you said.

“Such a princess,” he responded. “Have to do some work once and decide you don’t like it? Just want your own pleasure?”

His words made you look down. Now that you knew how it felt to orgasm that was all you wanted to do, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy your mouth on Tommy’s cock. You were sure that you would get used to it after a few more times, and soon it would stop feeling so uncomfortable.

“No.”

“It’s okay. All you have to do now is take it.”

You remembered his words. He was going to take your ass next.

“Can’t we wait a bit—?”

“No,” he growled, pushing you on your hands and knees. “I’ve waited too fuckin’ long.”

Waited too long?

“And besides,” he continued. “Don’t you want this?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “But I just want a little break—”

He slapped your ass hard and you cried out. “What do I have to do to make you listen to me, huh? Is it a good spanking? ‘cause I can do that.”

“No,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good, m’sorry.”

He spanked you again, pulling your underwear all the way down and tossing it to the side of the room. “I think I do want to spank you. Pretty, rich girls like you don’t get much discipline, eh?”

You did, but you didn’t know how to say it.

He pulled your top down a little, to reveal some small scars. You knew he could see them, but you couldn’t see his reaction.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

“Yes, yes!”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means doing as you tell me, sir.”

Satisfied with your response, he rubbed your sore ass, trying to make it feel better.

He grabbed a bottle from the nightstand and applied it on his hands. “This is lube, sweetheart. It’ll reduce the friction.”

He slid his lubed-up finger in your ass and you hissed.

It was the same process he did with your pussy. He pushed in and out, stretching out your hole. It hurt, and you were sure it was bleeding a little, but after a while, it began to feel pleasurable.

Tommy’s fingers started rubbing your clit, distracting you from the pain. He pressed the tip of his fat cock in your ass, shoving it inside it.

“Mr. Shelby, slow down!” you squeaked out.

He didn’t listen. He pushed his cock further in, and it made you feel like your insides were going to snap if he stretched them too much.

“Mmm,” you winced, “is that all?”

“Fuck. That’s only half.”

Tommy held your shoulder with his other hand on your waist. “So tight,” he murmured, pushing further in. “You’re going to make a good pet, I can tell.”

The term was degrading, but you didn’t say anything, not like you had the guts to when he was inside you, not after he warned you that you would get a spanking if you didn’t behave like a good girl.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby.”

He pushed himself all the way in. You felt so full of his cock, and you had half a mind to ask him to stop. He was beginning to move, slowly at first, making sure that you were okay with it.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Tommy asked. The hand on your waist moved to your top, his fingers sliding underneath it.

“Y-yeah.”

“Good.”

He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your body. Suddenly, the force of his thrusting was pushing you forward, the only thing stopping you from falling over was his grip. You cried out, the pain and pleasure too much for you to handle.

Your breasts started to bounce, but their movement was being held by the top he gave you, which Tommy slowly pulled up. Tommy pinched your nipples, flicking them, twisting them, pulling on them, whatever he wanted. You whined, half-heartedly trying to shove him away, but while he did stop, he was still cupping your breasts in his hands, continuing to ram your ass.

‘This is what I want from you,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside. “Most days, I’ll want to fuck you like this. I’ll — ah — I’ll expect you to be ready on your hands and knees when I tell you to.”

Occasionally, you could feel the scrape of his pants against your skin, reminding you that his clothes were still on. You moaned when he started rubbing your clit more vigorously.

“Spread your legs further apart,” he ordered.

You did, which only made him gain access to a deeper part inside of you.

He continued his brutal assault for a couple more minutes until he changed his position. He forced you to lay down on your stomach while he draped his body over your back, thrusting stiff and rough. Now, he could start kissing your shoulders, the back of your neck, any part of your body he couldn’t reach before.

He finally came into your hole, his whiteness spurting out. You could feel it drip out and down your thighs. You tried to wipe it away but he wouldn’t let you.

He flipped you over on your back. He took off your top completely, admiring your naked body. Despite the fact that this man had just taken your virginity, his hungry stare made you cover yourself up. You supposed it was because you weren’t used to it.

“Oi!”

You immediately sprawled your body, fearing a reprimand.

“There ya’ go.”

He grabbed another wet towel and wiped off your body. He told you it was important, to keep clean and safe.

As you expected, he didn’t give you much of a break. In this hour, you figured that he could only fuck you — or prefer to — when his cock was hard, and within a few moments, it was already starting to rise up.

Once he got his cock inside your pussy, all the way in, despite your squirms, he started fucking — rough, hard, and fast.

“So good,” he praised. “So good for me.”

You whined in response. He was gripping your waist like his life depended on it, making sure you couldn’t squirm or move away.

“You’re learning so well. Keep still.”

His movements were making the bed and your body shake. You whined, pathetic mewls leaving your mouth. You really weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. Your limbs were starting to feel sore and your mind foggy, like if you didn’t take a break you would pass out from the sheer intensity of the moment alone.

But you didn’t want to. You fought to open your eyes. You didn’t want Tommy to know you couldn’t take it anymore, that would be embarrassing.

He finally came inside of you, locking your hips together as he murmured something about your breasts getting bigger and swollen, which you didn’t understand, but didn’t ask for clarification regardless.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, droplets of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was exhausted, and so were you.

After taking a few minutes to yourselves, Tommy said, “I’m never going to let you go, you hear me? Never.”

You didn’t say anything. Somewhere in all that fucking you had accepted your fate. You belonged to Thomas Shelby now, and that was just the way things had to be.

“I ran away,” you finally confessed. “My family . . . they weren’t nice to me. Promise me,” you said seriously, looking into Tommy’s beautiful eyes. “Promise me you won’t send me back. If . . . if you don’t want me anymore, you can just send me on my way, not back to them. Promise?”

Tommy laughed, as if what you had just said was absurd.

“I won’t let you go back to your family. Those oil bastards.”

You paused. How did he know they were in the oil business?

“How did you—?”

“Shhh.” Tommy placed a finger over your lips, silencing your words. “You’re tired. It’s time to sleep.”

“But—”

“Sleep.” He caressed your face, running his fingers through your hair. You couldn’t fight the command, you were truly feeling sleepy, and all you wanted to do was shut your eyes and rest.

But that nagging thought in your head. How did he know?

He didn’t give you any more time to think. He pulled you close to him, close enough so that your head was resting on his shoulder and your legs were draped over his body.

“Sweet dreams. Tomorrow we’ll have a few more rounds. You’ll need your rest.”

And with that, your eyes fluttered shut and you were taken away into the abyss of darkness, into your dreams.

Taglist:

@henrywintersdearestgirl

@alice-drysdale

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x you #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #pinguwrites

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jam3sacaster · 1 month ago

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“How beautiful you are, my girl.”

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by the lovely @laverna-fanfictions 🩷 / You trust your new boyfriend, Declan, enough to be your first..

18+ FANFIC / SMUT & Daddy Declan always 💋Short work. Reader character aged at 21.

Pulling periwinkle woollen socks over your glacial feet, you watched adoringly as Declan O’Hara kneeled by the fire, throwing jagged lumps of wood into the blazing fireplace. “There we are. That should keep us goin’ for a bit.” He beamed, rising to his feet and clapping his hands together to rid them of ash. The garden of The Priory was enveloped in a beautiful duvet of crisp snow, still falling and settling. Declan quickly snapped emerald curtains shut on the picturesque scene, and reached over the fireplace to turn on the radio. “And now, George Michael.” The tinny voice of the deejay spoke, promptly followed by Careless Whisper. “My favourite song!” You beamed, jumping to your feet and fiddling with the radio, increasingly the volume loud enough to make Declan’s face contort.

“Come here, you.” He sighed, pulling you tight to his chest — one hand wound around your waist, and one hand clamped onto yours. Declan was aware of your affinity to dancing and although not too partial himself, he would degrade himself enough to see the sparkling grin painted across your lips. Resting your rouged cheek against the warmed cotton of his taupe shirt, you pushed out an exhale. “I love you, Mr O’Hara.” You purr, fumbling over a few steps in your jumbled dance routine. “I love you too, girl.” Declan replies without missing a beat. He inched his face towards yours, chocolate moustache bristling against your lips. His sharpened eyes scanned your elegant button nose, your rounded lips, your twinkling eyes.

“Tonight, the music seems so loud.” George Michael warbled through the radio, as Declan crashed his lips against yours in passion, feral hands pulling at the hem of your golden satin dress. “Take it off.” He grunted, and you promptly pulled the dress over your head. Much to his pleasant surprise, the removal of your dress exposed your tremendous naked body — lustrously silky skin, huge breasts with rosy nipples and a neatly trimmed entrance to your soaking cunt. “Lie down.” Declan instructed, and you steadily lay against the shaggy mauve rug, adjacent to the fireplace. The stirring heat of the flames warming your blood, softening your nipples and coaxing you to spread your legs for your lover.

Stripping the constricting clothes from his person, Declan knelt on the rug to meet you, stroking his gargantuan cock, readying himself for entry. “Declan, wait, wait… I need to tell you something.” You splutter, covering your cunt with a hesitant hand. “What?” He interrogated, shuffling back in shock of your sudden outburst. “I’ve never… I’ve never actually… You know. Done this before.” You mumble.

Declan’s face portrayed quite the picture of bewilderment. You certainly suck my dick like you have, he thought to himself. “You’re joking, aren’t ‘ya?” He most certainly stifled a laugh as he spoke. “Why are you laughing?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows and furrowing your eyebrows in almost-fury. “I’m not, I’m not. Ya’ just…” He paused in disbelief, “Ya’ suck my dick like a fuckin’ porn star.” Chuckling to himself again and pinching the bridge of his nose softly, he was bracing himself for a swift smack on his arm… which you punctually delivered. “Declan! I’m being serious. I’m actually very nervous.” You mutter under your breath. “Well, do ‘ya want to? Do ‘ya t’ink ya’ ready?” Declan questioned, glaring at you expectantly with hazelnut eyes. All you could do was nod, and spit out a small ‘yes’ whilst removing your hand away from your wet spot.

Just the sight of your glistening, pink folds made Declan’s cock jump in excitement. You watched with bated breath as he inched towards you, grabbing a firm hold of your leg and resting it in the muscular crook of his shoulder. “Are ya’ definitely sure?” He asked again, and waited for your peep of a ‘yes’ once more. Lining the pink tip of his penis with your slick entrance, pushing himself into you at a painstaking pace — giving your body time to adjust to his sheer size. “My God, how beautiful you are, my girl.” The Irishman mumbled under his breath, his face twisted in pleasure. “Christ, how are you this fuckin’ wet?” His sultry voice growled, and in response, your muscles tightened around him, causing his eyes to clamp shut momentarily.

As he steadily begun to increase his pace, thunderous whimpers fell loosely from your mouth, toes curling at the newfound pleasure. “Fuck me harder, Declan. I can take it. I promise.” You plead, wisps of golden hair shadowing your leaf-green eyes. Following orders and placing his left hand on the mellow part of your waist, Declan thrusted himself into you with monumental vigour — his balls thumping against you and the delectable wet smack of your skin colliding with his providing the most stunning music to your ears.

Continuing his tempo for a mere matter of moments, Declan spat towards you, “Fuck me, I’m gonna cum already. Tighten it up for me again, girl.” You clenched your soaked cunt again, keeping yourself contracted around him. His resounding thrusts grew sloppy, and a droplet of sweat fell from his forehead, splashing onto the small of your back. Declan quickly pulled his cock out of you, straddling your chest with his fleeced thighs and pawing at his cock over your face. “Where do ya’ want it, love?” He spoke through gritted teeth. Without audibly replying, you open your mouth, waving a yearning pink tongue towards him. Grunting melodically, Declan released his hot load onto your tongue and watched as you swallowed it greedily. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You chime, licking across your lips and savouring the taste in its entirety. “Such a good girl.” He purred, stroking a rugged hand across your cheek.

#rivals #rivals disney+#rivals disney #rivals fanfic #rivals fanfiction #declan o’hara x reader #declan o hara #declan o’hara #aidan turner #my own dreadful writing

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pshstar · 1 year ago

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seonghwa library ! ♡⁠.

disclaimer !! the works in this masterlist are NOT mine. it was only compiled to help you (and me myself, lol) find and read fanfictions conveniently, and to show appreciation to the authors. enjoy reading

♡ - FAVEEE! | unmarked - planning to reread

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note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

! the following fics contains smut !

favourites!

mr. popular | @wooyoungiewritings ♡

read for me, cry for me, moan for me | @pirateprincessblog ♡

teacher's pet, the heart wants what it wants | @hyuckilstan ♡

@tenelkadjowrites m.list (i love all of her hwa fics)

fucking ra | @songmingisthighs

late night activities | @kitten4sannie

dom estique | @hwanchaesong

unexpected company 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | @mia-tiny

bluff | @sm-entertain-me

better check twice | @essenteez

the thing about pretty boys | @wonusite

roommates | @auroumi

cheating | @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

rebound | @minkisluver

mine | @sluttyhwaa

fire and water | @wooyoungiewritings

bonnie on the side | @hwaightme

take me back | @hwaightme

bang bang | @hwaightme

seeking trouble | @hongcherry

hiding a vampire | @jonghoslvt

dancing with the devil | @bro-atz

after hours | @desirehorizon

pleasure of punishing | @songmingisthighs

warning signs | @mphountitled

home | @hwalloween

one last time , 2 | @bambikisss

daydreaming , 2 , 3 | @sluttywoozi

our secret | @hyungwonmyheart

his for the night | @honeyhotteoks

always and forever | @halotopicecream

migraine | hate | @kileaderie

all mine | @deadxxaccount

bloodsucker | @agustdiv1ne

pink rover | @1-800-shedevil

sleep talker | @mingigoo

slow it down, make it bouncy | @ryuyejiho

pink flags | @justaaveragereader

4:57 KST: Before the Boom! | @stardragongalaxy

rewards | @obligatoryidolblog

the hanged man | @starlitmark

aphrodite | @shinestarhwaa

impregnation | @hongism

cliché? cut! | @hwanchaesong

what's a soulmate? |@pocketjoong

#seonghwa smut #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #masterlist #seonghwa recommendation #seonghwa library #seonghwa fic

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softtaemu · 1 month ago

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To All the Fics I love(d) Before

Links to fics, blurbs and others for my own (and maybe, others) enjoyment | don't be afraid to message me if you want something taken down or if i typed something wrong !!

i love all the authors here pls make more content especially my dick, jason, poe and pines author pls pls

some of these i don't really remember but i made a rule to myself where if i truely enjoy a fic it goes into my liked folder

so what if they're mostly smut,,,

🍄 for my favs hehe

Poe Dameron

I. Mercy, Sabotage, And Dead Space 🍄

II. Rumors, Freebies, And a Race for Last Place - @no-droids 🍄

Give Me My Sin Again - @brandyllyn

Feels Right - @jake-g-lockley

The Hating Game - @light-yaers 🍄

The Heart of a Ship - @im-poe-dameron

Seeds of Love - @moonlight-prose

Aphelion Duology - @oscarseyebrow

Running to You - @dailyreverie

Deft Hands - @eyelessfaces

Better Safe Than Sorry Series - @eyelessfaces

Favor - @eyelessfaces

Stripper!Poe - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Directions - @zinzinina

Got it Bad - @sinisterexaggerator

The Idea of You - @st4rymoon

Sex pollen - @eyelessfaces

For Your Entertainment - @melodygatesauthor

Miguel O'Hara

Pequeña - @that-sokovian-bastardkovian 🍄

The Ideal Gaze - @bluesidez

Starved - @honestsycrets 🍄

Back Massages - @wyvernest

Love Drunk - @bruisedboys

Baker!reader x miguel fluff - @bruisedboys (untitled)

Love Bite - @madschiavelique

Touch - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

College roommated Miguel - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄 (i'd put all their miguel fics but im too lazy)

Once Upon a December - @mrs-lockley

Churn - @luvrxbunny

Nerds During Exams ?? - @obxsprincess (untitled)

Dad bod!Miguel - @cupcakeinat0r

Miguel going beastmode in bed - @tired-biscuit

Honey-Sweet - @fettuccin-e 🍄

Next Door - @cherryredstars

Insoportable - @ovaryacted

Between Your Thighs - @intoxicated-chan

Miguel Love Strong Women - @sillysillygoofygoose

Take My Breath - @whatthefishh

Shower Sex - @miguel-ohara-lover

Let Me Wrap My Teeth - @psychedelic-ink

Tired Miguel eats you out - @dilfartist

Breeding kink - @buryustogether

Amazing Head - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

This Series - @devilfic

Convergence & Webs of Opacity- @runa-falls (to read)

Dick Grayson

Help Me, Help You - @tetzoro

Written All Over Your Face - @roturo

A very freaky blurb - @hanasnx (untitled)

Freaky bfb! grayson - @killakalx (untitled)

Shameless smut grayson - @liciaarchives (untitled)

Squirting (as a friend) bsf!dick - @killakalx (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick - @uc1wa (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick again - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Jason Todd

Dick Pic! Jason - @dxckgrxsonx (this isn't finished idk if it'll get continued pls do ella pls pls) 🍄

Big eyes Big dick blurb - @dxckgrxsonx

Jason's in charge - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Restroom Attendant - @sanguineterrain

My Lady, Oh Sorceress - @e-nonsense

Jason overstims himself - @dxckgrxsonx

I'll Prove It - @dxckgrxsonx

Bruce Wayne

Right Place, Right Time Series - @devilfic

Honeymoon Series - @devilfic

Sugar on the Rim - @mostly-imagines

Cape stealer fluff - @devilfic (untitled)

Bruce Being Cockblocked- @c-nstantine

Nocturnal Animal - @devilfic

Joel Miller

You Owe Me Series - @tofics 🍄

Texas Sweet - @coquettepascal (if i had a nickel for every back massage smut i had in this list i'd have two nickels) 🍄

Wild Like the West - @hellishjoel

Heavenly Bound - @ozarkthedog

Head Lightning - @shellshocklove

Honey-Do - @kiwisbell

A Matter of Time - @thriftedtchotchkes

Pretty in Pink - @lincolndjarin

Javier Pena

Whatever My Wife Wants - @javierpena-inatacvest

Not so Secret Santa - @lincolndjarin

Plans - @wayfaringhoax

Have You Ever Seen the Rain - @psychedelic-ink

Tu Sonrisa - @tokkiwrites 🍄

Constructive Critisism - @lincolndjarin

Moonknight Boys

What You Like - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (marc backseating steven so) Hand Covers Mouth - @juneknight

Steven Grant

Dry Humping - @eyelessfaces

Marc Spector (i ong love love me some dorm!marc content)

Precum Dorm! Marc - @juneknight

Dorm!Marc drabble - @juneknight

Obsessed - @juneknight 🍄

Accidental Stimulation - @spicyllewyn

Beneath His Breath - @juneknight

Jake Lockley

Stan Pines

Snapshots Series - @moonieandi 🍄

SPECIAL MENTIONS (RANDOM EDITION)

Mixed p eating (gotham ppl) - @killakalx

I'd watch him lick it off - @killakalx

@Cherryredstars' whole ass masterlist (bookedmarked cause i wanna read more)

The Legend of Mar'sol Series - @sirowsky Mandalorian x reader

Free use Miguel - @runa-falls

The Inn (witcher) - ao3

Sirowsky's masterlist

Siren - @chvoswxtch

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borvooven · 2 years ago

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We live in a world where the only content we get for our rare ship is made by an AI

Another (longer) one:

Ok Im not a big fan of ChatGPT but I just found out it can write fan fic... and a page of Cherry Cola content is a page of Cherry Cola content.

#reservoir dogs #cherry cola #mr pink #mr brown #i could just write myself but no #got tired of reading the same ten fanfiction for them

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mvndfvelds · 11 months ago

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HELLO !! i've not written any fanfiction in like 3 years so excuse how awful this is, but the spencer reid obsession is just too strong to resist. also there are a serious lack of gn!reader and especially male!reader fics, so if i ever write it'll be for those pairings :))

here's a cringey little valentine's day drabble x

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☆ pairing: gn!reader × spencer reid (no use of 'y/n')

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Valentine's day is overrated anyway, right? At least that's what you've been telling yourself all day whilst being silently bitter about the fact Spencer, your roommate, probably already has a date.

It had hit around 6pm, and you had yet to hear Spencer move from his room - in all honesty, he probably had a date with about 10 books this evening anyway. The romance films all seemed a little too much today, so you ended up laying there staring out the window with a takeaway pizza box laying across your stomach.

Giving up on sitting alone, you swung your legs off the sofa and onto the floor, padding up to Spencer's door and raising a tentative hand to knock.

"Come in!"

You poked your head around the door, still not wanting to intrude fully. You opened your mouth to speak, but he butted in already, "look. If you're gonna comment on the fact I'm alone today, I'd like to remind you that you are too."

"I- wow, you think so lowly of me!" You snarked, "I was going to ask if you wanted to watch something with me seeing as we're both alone?"

"Statistically, there's still 30% of Americans who spend their Valentine's day alone or with friends anyway. Besides, it's all developed into feeding into capitalism now. Oh, and yes, I'd like to watch something!" He rambled whilst you smiled fondly and turned to leave, assuming he was trailing near behind you.

Both of you flopped to the sofa again, the soft lighting in the living room was almost romantic when you looked to Spencer. You tore your eyes away and trailed through the romcoms - Spencer would never admit it, but his guilty pleasure film is '10 Things I Hate About You'.

Halfway through the film you draped a blanket over yourself, revelling in the fact Spencer had moved his feet into your lap afterwards. It wasn't out of the ordinary to be subtly affectionate with Spencer anymore, you'd both taken a fair while to settle into a domestic life, but it was second nature now. Though that didn’t mean your heart didn’t stutter a little at every touch.

"I don't really understand high-school hierarchies," he said absent-mindedly, referring to the film.

"Me neither, though I don't either of us need high-school hierarchies to be considered 'nerds', do we?"

He chuckled lightly before deciding to reposition himself on the sofa entirely, turning the other way and asking, "can I lay my head on you?" You nodded, slightly bemused by his wriggling, focusing on the TV.

One of his lanky arms had made its way to drape over your lap, and one of your hands had settled on playing with his hair. Nearing the end of the film, during Kat's monologue, Spencer sniffled lightly.

"Spence... are you crying?"

He shook his head defiantly, "no? It's just a film."

You held his chin gently and turned his head so he was looking up at you from your lap with teary eyes. You cooed teasingly making his face heat up, "see, you're just a little crybaby. No shame in it, man, we've all been there."

You ran a thumb over his cheekbone, catching a stray tear and wiping it away. "If you weren't a pretty crier I'd take the piss out of you right now, y'know?" You said, sounding far too fond when it was only supposed to be a joking comment.

Evidently this wasn't going to slip past Mr. BAU, so he grinned up at you shyly and muttered, "you think I'm pretty?"

You nodded, face pink, you'd fallen into your own failed sarcasm and there was no way out at this point. Ah, fuck it, you may as well take your chances. You leant down slowly, your intention clear, waiting for a sign that he was happy with this. It soon came as he lifted his head slightly to meet your lips in a gentle kiss. You let out a small whine when he flopped back down with a satisfied grin, finding one of your hands and playing with your fingers gently.

"I guess we don't fit into that 30% anymore, right?"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid drabble #matthew gray gubler #mgg #mgg fluff #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x gn!reader

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spaceorphan18 · 7 months ago

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The Rogue and Gambit Project: Previously On X-Men... Gambit

It's time to talk about Gambit! The nice thing about Gambit is that he was, at the time, a relatively new character, having only been around in the comics for about a year. Which means there is way less to cover! Boy, are we going to have to deal with some questionable art, though.

The Basics:

Name: Remy Etienne* LeBeau

*Okay, so, this is the funny thing about the name Etienne. Apparently, it started out as fanlore, and - as so many things that happen in fandom - gained popularity as fanon from a particularly well known piece of fanfiction from way back when. I believe it's actually been used in canon at this point. It is on Marvel.com - which is the official site. I'll keep a look out for it to show up.

Also, in case you didn't know (and I'm sure you did), Le Beau is French for The Beautiful.

Backstory: Just like Rogue, Gambit's backstory is shrouded in mystery. He's a thief. He's from New Orleans. He's Cajun. That's all your getting for now. Don't worry, we'll peel back the layers. ;)

Power Set (via uncannyxmen.net): interkinetic power allows him to produce bio-kinetic energy within his body and use it to convert any inorganic object's potential energy into kinetic energy on contact, making the object highly volatile and explosive on contact, internal energy also grants him heightened agility and creates static interference that shields his mind from detection

I should also give the obligatory comment of - these powers are toned down from his full abilities because of /reasons/ which we'll get to eventually. He had Mr. Sinister give him a lobotomy and, we've all been suffering the consequences sense.

Alright, let's dig into Gambit's pre-Rogue run...

Uncanny X-Men 266-267

Uncanny X-Men #266

I have to start by appreciating the fact that Gambit is a thief who wears bright pink and metal boots. It's a bold look.

Anyway, the funny thing about Gambit is that the character he turned out to be ended up being a lot different from creator Chris Claremont's initial ideas. Apparently, he was supposed to be, ultimately, a villain and, while he was supposed to be a love interest for one of our characters, it wasn't Rogue, it was... Kitty Pryde. He was also supposed to be a Mr. Sinister creation and a third summers brother. Yeah, I'm kind of glad Claremont left before any of this stuff really came to fruition.

Also, I once read that Claremont claim that original artist Mike Collins made Gambit too pretty. Which is funny, because ngl, I really am not a fan of the look in his debut, and it will be a while before he really earns his name.

Uncanny X-Men #266

I also want to note that Gambit's powers were a little different back then. He didn't have playing cards yet, and instead used metal spikes as throwing devices. The powers were designated in green. And were charged from his eyes. Also, interesting to note - his eyes aren't red on black yet, either.

There's also 'hypnotic charm' thing that was kinda used in the early appearances. He does use it in his first appearance to tame some of the Shadow King's Hounds.

Uncanny X-Men #266

He's gonna be calling her 'Stormy' for years. She's gonna love it. ;) (Btw - he calls her Stormy 4 times in this issue alone.)

Okay, so... Gambit shows up, crossing paths with Storm at a mansion of some rich person. Storm is de-aged (for... reasons) and is running from the Shadow King and his minions. He's busy stealing art from the rich dude (who apparently is not home and has no security, lol).

And thus, one of my favorite comic book friendships is born. And really, this first appearance is a lot of fun as Gambit and Storm play off each other's strengths to get away from the Shadow King.

Uncanny X-Men 267

Jim Lee is going to add some of Gambit's more iconic features -- such as throwing playing cards (Gambit's Ace of Spades shows up in this next issue) and using some kind of staff (hilariously, it's a broom in this issue).

Storm and Gambit's adventures continue. He takes her to New Orleans for a while so she can recover from the Shadow King. They go thieving -- playing Robin Hood -- stealing from rich people because they can. And then the Orphan Maker comes along, who makes Storm a teenager? (Idk - the whole thing is weird - she'll become her real age again in the next story arc.)

Uncanny X-Men #267

And then Storm is like, hey, I have a crazy idea....

Uncanny X-Men Annual #14

Fun fact: Because of release dates and such, Uncanny X-Men #266 wasn't the first comic released to have Gambit in it. The Annual technically came out first, though it clearly takes place after Uncanny 266-267. But this is the first time we see Gambit among the X-Men team. Not that he does anything remotely interesting during this whole thing. He doesn't even speak, kind of hides awkwardly in the background.

X-Tinction Agenda (Uncanny X-Men #270-272; X-Factor & New Mutants)

Uncanny X-Men #270

Welcome to the X-Men, Gambit! Hope you survive the experience!

He's in the credit roll now, must be official. ;)

Gambit joins the team just as the mega X-tinction Agenda crossover starts. (Uncanny X-Men joins New Mutants and X-Factor for this one) And, I'll be honest, this isn't one of my favorite crossovers. The whole thing revolves around the nation of Genosha, how they're using mutants for slaves, and how all the teams come together to change the status quo. And of course, mutants get capture and tortured and a few killed. Fwiw X-Men: The Animated Series did do this storyline.

Uncanny X-Men #270

Gambit and Cable don't (won't) get to cross paths very often, so I found this an interesting panel. Anyway... Gambit really has very little to do during this crossover. When Storm gets captured, he is really concerned for her (as he considers her his partner at the moment) but he's not really vibe-ing the whole team dynamic yet.

Uncanny X-Men #272

This is arguably the coolest thing Gambit's done as of yet. Dude pulls a spike out of his leg to use as a lockpick and gets himself rescued. I'm glad they give him this, because, again, for the most part he's just kinda hanging around in the background not doing much.

I will say - he and Jubilee get to cross paths, which is going to be a source of fun in the next arc.

Space Shenanigans (Uncanny X-Men 273-277)

Uncanny X-Men 273

Some of my favorite issues are when the team is regrouping. Post- X-Tinction Agenda, it's clear that things in the X-Office were changing. Claremont is at this point sort of being pushed out, while Jim Lee and Co are becoming more the driving force behind the books. On panel, the teams are kind of merging. X-Factor's first era is drawing to a close, and the X-Men are resolidifying after being in flux for so long.

We're about to get a Space Soap Opera, as Claremont so dearly loves, but this issue is a bit of a breather between the arcs. And we get this bit of tension between Storm and Gambit - where Gambit is ready to move on, but Storm is back on solid footing again. They don't explicitly state why Gambit sticks around, but he definitely does...

Uncanny X-Men 273

I swear, this is Chris Claremont's favorite joke. He's used it before this moment, and he'll do it again. It's impactful the first time, but it does get old the more Claremont does it. However, we get the first highlight of the dynamic between Gambit and Wolverine -- which will be antagonistic for a while, but is fascinating.

Uncanny X-Men #274

Doesn't Gambit look sexy in his yellow team uniform?? ;)

Btw - as I mentioned earlier, this is the first issue Gambit and Rogue appear in together. Though they be miles and miles and miles apart.

Uncanny X-Men #275

The whole crux of this arc, that I've been kind of ignoring, involves Xavier being brainwashed in space (or something) and of course the X-Men get involved in space politics (again). Honestly, space stories are Claremont's favorite trope, so it doesn't surprise me that the end of his run are filled with a couple of them.

Anyway -- if there's one person impervious to Gambit's charms - it's Jubilee. They get to hang out a lot during this arc, and it's really delightful since they team up to kind of figure out what is going on with Xavier acting weird and all the odd space kool-aide people are drinking.

Uncanny X-Men #277

I actually really like this cover. Gambit's got a sword and a spear! Plus, he looks like his 90s cool self now. The blue and yellow uniform doesn't suit him AT. ALL. But we don't have to deal with it too much longer...

Uncanny X-Men #277

See... I told you Claremont was gonna do this again, lol.

Uncanny X-Men #277

The nice thing about this whole space arc is that Gambit really gets to come into his own. He now looks cool (note the red eyes are here!). He's doing fun stuff. He's taking on Wolverine and holding his own. He's being smart and tactical and an asset. They've paired him with some great X-Men to start off with, and it's paying off.

Meanwhile, we don't really know much about him. As many of the other characters state, his background is shrouded in mystery... (whether you like what it actually is can be debated as we get to it). But for now, he's intriguing as a new comer.

And this is where we're at as two story lines come crashing together and our two romantic leads get to meet for the first time.... off panel.

But I'll get more into that next time when I discuss... The Muir Island Saga!

#xmen #x men #gambit #remy lebeau #the rg project #marvel meta #marvel #marvel comics #xmen comics #uncanny xmen

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fluffistuffin · 11 months ago

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Hot Pink Limousine: An Actor AU Fanfiction

"Seeing Mr. Darling on T.V. you thought he was sugar, spice, and everything nice tied up in a bow. Then you met him and thought he was the devil in a Puppet body. You thought it was an open and shut case, but as Wally Darling's official chauffeur, you realized he was actually a man of polar opposites. Not just on and off the stage. He was a tight coil of tension in a crowd, but lax when under the camera. Seething when surrounded by what he perceives as incompetence, but fidgety when he thinks no one's watching. The gossip and sheer beauty of the vehicle you had the privilege of driving was worth the toxic work, environment in your opinion."

Please make sure to read the tags on the fic it's self. If you believe anything in the fic will be triggering don't read it. You have to curate your online experience.

#wally darling welcome home #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home actor au #actor au #actor wally darling #actor wally au #referenced sa #sa #gee writes

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thegreeks · 2 months ago

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Melting Hearts

"I felt as if I were melting inside, and I might go on and on melting" - Joanna Glenn, "All my Mothers"

The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming roses as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, bathing Pemberley in hues of amber and lavender. A gentle breeze played with the loose strands of your hair, weaving them like golden threads through the warm embrace of dusk. You stood on the balcony, the delicate lace of your gown pooling at your feet, soft as a whisper. It was a scene that seemed pulled from a dream, and yet, here you were, embracing the reality of it all.

Tonight was special. The house was alive with laughter and the sound of stringed instruments filling the air. You had been invited to Pemberley, the grand estate of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, a man whose reputation for aloofness and pride had preceded him. Yet, despite the whispers and social blunders, you had found yourself inexplicably drawn to him—not merely out of curiosity, but out of a deeper yearning.

It wasn't long before the evening took its turn, and you found yourself in a dimly-lit drawing room, the warmth from the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. The guests shifted about like vibrant autumn leaves, but your gaze lingered, almost magnetically, on one figure. Mr. Darcy, tall and imposing, stood by the mantle, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he conversed with a few acquaintances. His voice, deep and smooth, seemed to resonate through the room, yet there was a vulnerability in his demeanor, as if he too felt the weight of the evening.

You were not oblivious to the tales of his character; his pride was a palpable thing, but deeper still was an unguarded heart that shone through a veil of reticence. Your own heart fluttered as he caught your eye across the crowded room, and for one heartbeat, the world around you faded to a soft blur.

With a small, brave smile, you turned your gaze away, feeling your cheeks blossom with warmth. But the fiery blush was no match for the way Mr. Darcy’s eyes held yours. It was as if they were meant to find you, drawing closer despite the distance of guests and the trembling air between you.

You were so lost in thought and embarrassment at your peering eyes being caught that you hadn’t noticed Mr. Darcy approaching until his voice, deep and steady, softly broke the silence.

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he began, his voice breaking the hum of conversation, and you turned, the world melting into insignificance as you met his gaze, poised yet hesitant, unsure of what to say but feeling every inch of his presence.

“Mr. Darcy,” you greeted, cheeks warming as he inclined his head. “I trust you are well?”

“I am, indeed,” he replied, though his gaze lingered upon you longer than was customary. His dark, intense eyes held a depth that you had scarcely been able to look away from since the day you met. Standing there, under his quiet regard, you felt as though time itself had paused, waiting on the words you might share.

“If you're not otherwise engaged, would you do the honor of dancing the next with me?” he asked, and though the words were casual, there was a notable tension beneath them, as if music played just for the two of you.

You felt an undeniable thrill course through your veins. “If you would grant me the honor, Mr. Darcy,” you replied softly, your heart quickening. His lips curved ever so slightly into a rare, small smile—a fleeting moment that sent warmth through you like a sunbeam breaking through a cloudy sky.

When he claimed your hand, you felt a rush of heat, and your cheeks flushed rose-kissed once more. Together, you stepped onto the polished floor, the melody of the orchestra swirling around you, creating an enchanting atmosphere. As the dance began, each step felt like a delicate negotiation between two souls slowly revealing their hearts.

Every turn and sway drew you closer, and the shuffling crowd faded into background noise. In this bubble, it was only the two of you, your soft-hearted nature meeting the guarded fortitude of his manners. As you twirled, you caught glimpses of his uncertainty melting away in the quiet warmth of your laughter.

In his eyes was a fierce intensity—one that made you forget the propriety of the world encircling you. As he drew you closer with each graceful movement, you felt the melting inside you intensifying, the flow of warmth spreading through every part of you.

“Forgive me if I speak too boldly, I find…” he murmured low, just above the sounds of the orchestra, “that being in your presence feels as I am unearthing something I had thought long buried.” His hand held yours with just the right balance of firmness and gentleness, as if he feared you might vanish at any moment.

The intensity of his words sent a thrill through you, an almost dizzying sensation that seemed to reach every part of you. You felt as though you were melting inside, warmth pooling in your chest and spreading to the very tips of your fingers. His presence was overwhelming, yet you could not bring yourself to look away.

“You…” Your voice faltered, struggling to maintain composure and balance in your dance. “You surprise me, Mr. Darcy.” You smiled, feeling as if the very essence of the evening—the music, the laughter, the scents of roses wafting from the gardens—were weaving around the two of you.

“I would not wish to presume, Miss Y/L/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I cannot help but feel… that in your presence, I am less myself and more… more of what I long to be.”

Your gaze searched his face, your heart pounding as his words settled over you like a tender embrace. The walls you had so carefully built around your heart felt as though they were melting under the warmth of his gaze, his words, his very presence. You felt exposed yet cherished, vulnerable yet safe, and in that moment, you knew you could not deny the depth of feeling he had stirred within you.

“Mr. Darcy…” you began, your voice trembling with the weight of the emotions swirling within you. “I… I do not know what to say.”

With the dance reaching its crescendo, you felt the rise of your heart, lost in that timeless connection. As the last notes of the waltz faded, you noticed the world around you blurring away, leaving only Mr. Darcy and you.

As the music softened to a close, Darcy’s hand lingered on yours, his grip gentle yet resolute, as if he were unwilling to let go. His gaze remained unwavering, and though propriety dictated that he release you, there was a quiet urgency in his expression.

“Would you…care to accompany me for a moment?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, barely audible over the sounds of applause and chatter as the other dancers withdrew from the floor.

You nodded, your heart pounding in quiet disbelief as he led you away from the crowded ballroom. Each step felt like a forbidden thrill as you followed him down the grand corridor, finally entering a private drawing room tucked away from the festivities. The room was bathed in a warm, amber glow, the flickering light from the fireplace casting an intimate aura over its polished and velvet furnishings.

The heavy door closed softly behind him, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. A shared silence filled the air, charged with anticipation. He crossed the room and then turned back to you, his expression a blend of vulnerability and intensity that left you feeling wholly undone.

“You must think me forward,” he said, his voice low and hesitant, “but in vain have I struggled. It will not do, I am incapable of remaining silent on my feelings to you.” He took a breath, his hand falling to his side as he looked at you, his usually guarded demeanor softened in the glow of the fire. “In your company, Miss Y/L/N, I feel as though I am on the precipice of something both terrifying and thrilling.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, your heart fluttering like a delicate bird as he took a tentative step closer. “I assure you, Mr. Darcy,” you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your pulse, “your presence has affected me…much the same.”

For a moment, he was silent, as if absorbing the truth of your words. His eyes softened, though his face remained in its usual hard demeanor. “You possess a quality, Miss Y/L/N, one that I have rarely encountered,” he murmured, his gaze locked with yours. “An openness of heart, a gentleness that… disarms me utterly.”

The weight of his confession washed over you, leaving you breathless. You had known him to be a man of strength and pride, and yet here, before you, he seemed vulnerable in a way that only deepened your feelings.

“Mr. Darcy…” you began, struggling to find the words to convey the turmoil of emotions within you. “I… I cannot explain it, but when I am with you, I feel as if—”

“As if I might melt away,” you finished softly, your cheeks flushing as you realized how openly you had revealed your heart. But rather than recoil, he stepped closer still, his gaze intent and searching, as if he were trying to read the depths of your soul.

He reached out, his hand hovering just above yours, as though waiting for your permission. When you did not pull away, he gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

“You cannot know,” he said, his voice rough with emotion, “the restraint I must exercise to keep my feelings in check, lest they overwhelm you. I have felt drawn to you from the moment we met, yet I feared that my affections were too bold, too… intense.”

A silence settled over the room as his words hung in the air, a confession that left you feeling as though the very ground beneath you had shifted. Your heart swelled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from the depths of your soul.

“Mr. Darcy,” you whispered, feeling the melting sensation spread through every inch of you, “there is nothing I would wish more than to know the depth of your heart.”

His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gentle, reassuring gesture. “Then, if you permit it, I shall tell you all,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet resolve. He took a breath, his gaze steady and unwavering as he looked into your eyes, and in that moment, you knew that whatever words followed, they would be the truest he had ever spoken.

“In you, I have found a kindness, a gentleness…a beauty that transcends all else,” he began, his voice low and earnest. “You have softened the edges of my heart, Miss Y/L/N, and I am a better man for having known you.”

The sincerity of his words left you speechless, and all you could do was gaze up at him, your heart brimming with a joy you had scarcely dared to hope for.

“And I, Mr. Darcy,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion, “have found in you a strength and tenderness that I did not know I was missing.”

“Then may I have the pleasure of courting you properly?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.

“Yes,” you breathed, overwhelmed by the sweetness of the moment. “I would like that very much.”

His gaze softened further, and in one graceful motion, he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers. The touch was tender, reverent, and filled with a promise that left you feeling as though you might melt into the very air around you.

In that eloquent moment, amidst the shimmering candlelight, you understood. You were both melting, yielding to a force greater than yourselves—a burgeoning hope that promised love was not a folly for others but a path uniquely carved for you two.

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radlyradar · 7 months ago

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Sharing a moment. CHPT. 5

1096 words, Fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers

NOTE: this chapter starts a tad angsty but gets better quick :)

Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock

summary:

Mark and Brown discuss their issues like healthy people (non cannon compliant)

By the time Mark gets home he’s wallowing in his thoughts. He was whipped for Brown, no doubt. The question was why, and did Brown feel the same? There’s no way, he clearly had a girl somewhere. Even if he did, was he worth outing himself for?

The thought of Brown seeing him different. Seeing him as less.

Mark opens his door and gets some food ready.

But if he had felt the same, that would be something. For a second he let himself imagine it. As he imagines it, he realizes it’s what he had spent his morning doing. Waking up with him, making breakfast, joking around. Until that goddamn phone call. Mark could feel his jealousy flair. He snaps out of it. He shouldn’t be hating some poor girl, she did nothing wrong.

He rubs his face and looks down at his sandwich. It looks a lot less appetizing than he imagined it. Mark puts it in the fridge, he doesn’t want to watch a movie, so he just takes another walk.

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For the last few days leading up to the heist Mark avoids Brown as much as he could, he was sure Brown noticed.

“Hey Pink, you wanna go get food after this?” Brown stops him before he could escape. “Nah, I have some stuff to get to.” “Really? Or are you just avoiding me?” Brown’s question makes Mark’s blood still for a second. “Um-” Mark looks around at the others talking, White’s eyes glance at him with a knowing look. Oh he can fuck off. “We shouldn’t talk about this here.” “Well then let’s talk about it over dinner.”

Mark’s jaw tightens, but his walls crumble when Brown gives a final, “Please?” Looking up at Brown’s soft eyes, he can’t say no.

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The car ride was wordless. Mark knew it was from awkwardness, not anger. Still, he was too scared to say anything. He just watches Brown’s reflection in the window. His brow was tight with worry. Mark watches his eyes move while he looks at the road. He had a good face. Well, an interesting face at least. His expressions were easy enough to read. The car stops and Brown smiles and turns to him. “We’re here.”

Mark can’t help but smile back. He looks up at him then to the building. “Tacos.” He looks at the building, it looks almost broken down. “Yeah, it’s the best stuff in LA.” They walk in and get a table. The moment they get a seat, Brown says.

“So what’s up, is it touching? Cuz I can stop-” “No- I mean yes?- No, it’s- that’s a part of it I guess.” Mark holds his hand in his head and sighs. “Part of it?” Brown mumbles, his face fills with sadness. “Well, I mean it’s nothing you did wrong. You’re great! Perfect!” Mark finds himself reaching out for Brown’s hand. Well, he can’t stop now. “So what is it? I want to know how to fix this, Pink.”

Mark’s heart fills with dread. There’s no way he can tell him. It could get him kicked out of the heist, or worse. “The heist!” He blurts. “What?” “Yeah, I mean, with the heist, we weren’t supposed to be close.” He says this like he’s found an answer to a pop quiz, which he guesses he has. “Oh, I guess you're right..” “I had just realized we got too close, hell, I think of you as a friend and I don’t even know your name!” Mark pulls his hand back and waves it about.

“Dennis.”

Mark freezes and looks at Brown.

“What?” Mark mutters.

“Um.” he immediately looks like he regrets it, but Mark can see him steel himself. “My name is Dennis, and I think of you as a friend too, and I don’t want to stop talking to you when this is done.”

Mark stares at him, he doesn’t know how to respond. “You can’t- you didn’t- no.” He stands, feeling his head do something funny, like all his blood dropped to his feet. He stumbles from lightheadedness. “No?” Brown asks, he stands next to Mark and Mark doesn’t realize he’s holding him up until he lets go again.

“Is something wrong” A waitress asks

Mark is only partially aware of his surroundings. Dennis. That’s his name, why did he tell him, that could jeopardize the heist. What should he do?

“Yeah, I think my friend is just hungry.” Brown puts his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Yeah..” Mark mutters. He could tell Joe, no. If he told Joe Brown could get hurt.

They sit down and Mark feels his head slowly still. “Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks.

“Yeah can we get…”

Brown’s voice dies out in Mark’s head. He was attached. Who was he kidding, his name didn’t do anything he was already obsessed with the guy.

“Are you okay?” Brown asks. Mark nods and sighs. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, I- you did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have told you.”

They sit in a guilty silence for a second, Mark watches Brown’s hands, Dennis’s hand in the middle of the table.

“Dennis, Dennis suits you.” he mutters as he looks up at him and sees Dennis smile as he takes his hand over the table.

They talk while they eat, they talk about meaningless bullshit. They walk to the car, hand in hand.

“You couldn’t fight a fucking bear.” Mark claims “Yes I could, I’m telling you if I had a good knife and time, I could win a fight with a bear!” They sit in the car in a pleasant silence, Mark glances over at Dennis, who seems to be trying to decide something. He turns to Mark, somewhat suddenly, clearly nervous.

“Hey Pink.” “Yeah?”

“Do you- I mean are you- or um. Like.. hrrmm.” He tries to figure out what he’s saying, leaving Mark in confusion. “What?” Mark asks. “Do you like guys?” He finally asks

Mark feels a bit disappointed in this question. “What?” He asks again, this time with a tired voice. “I just held your hand for probably an hour straight.” “Yeah but was that a friend hand hold, or like-” “Dennis!” Mark puts his hand on his shoulder “You’re a dumbass.” He leans over and grabs Dennis’s chin, planting a firm kiss on the edge of his mouth.

He pulls away and smirks. “Does that answer your question?” “Yes, but now I have like twenty more..” Dennis looks awed and flustered

“Oh my fucking god.” Mark buries his face in his hands “You’re fucking stupid.”

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nerdieforpedro · 11 months ago

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Whip it out Whiskey

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+ MDNI

Masterlist / Jack Daniels-Agent Whiskey Masterlist

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Your life with Jack Daniels has been quite a journey and you've been by his side for all the twists and turns. Your cowboy has another surprise in store for you, are you gonna hop on?

Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected P in V (stay safe everyone!), semi-public sex, impact play, biting, aftercare

Notes: Horny hours for Casa de Nerdie are between 10:30pm - 5am. It was just going to be the first few paragraphs but then I thought more on Whiskey and horses. I also re-read @morallyinept post on different Pedro characters kinks. I highly recommend it. This is for the moodboard challenge lead by @iamasaddie ✏️ Thank you to @ramblers-let's-get-ramblin and Mrs. Daniels @ladybess-a03 for beta-ing for me.

Large hands lifted the hem of your sundress as you washed dishes in the kitchen. A slow drawl in your ear, “Hey Darlin’. How’s my sweet wife?” His mustache tickles your neck as he kisses it gently, your hand reaches back and runs through his trim chocolate brown hair. His hips sway with yours but for a moment as a zipper is heard and his buckle jingles. Your palms are placed on opposite sides of the sink and he lines his wet heat with yours. “Look at ya, did like I asked and didn’t wear any panties. You’re so good to me.” He coos before pushing inside of you, he waits a moment. Always before starting to revel in just being inside of you. His hands found their way back to your hips and began, not bothering with beginning slow and went with a faster thrust.

You leaned your torso forward to stick your ass back towards him, now able to pump himself deeper into your wet cunt. Your moans increase the faster he goes and the two fingers he often uses to stir your core while cuddling on the couch find their way into your mouth, pressing on your tongue. It only dampens your sounds for a short time, his other hand lifts up your right leg and he nearly bends you over into the sink as he keeps bottoming out inside of you. He doesn’t speak, only grunting now as he’s close, you feel him throbbing, your lips wrapping his fingers and coating them in your saliva. Your cunt quivers from the dual stimulation, your thighs coated with arousal and soon your husband’s spend after he climaxes. His fingers slip from your mouth and his forehead rests on your shoulder, panting while you lean over the sink, barely standing still as he pulls out of you slowly. Turning slowly and cupping his face, you kiss his nose and smile.

“Welcome home Jack.”

The rest of the week was spent cuddling, cooking, taking care of chores on the ranch and indulging in each other’s bodies. Jack reminded you as he had the last few months to not go to his workshop. You’d normally straighten it up and refill the water and beer in the fridge, but he wouldn’t even allow that. It was odd, but in your marriage, Jack’s never given you reason to suspect him of doing anything harmful, so you’d kept to your word and not gone in.

He left for another two week trip, to his brewery to check on things, but he’d be back in for a special surprise he’d said. The last time Jack Daniels told you that, he used the handle of his whip on your clit while he fucked you in the stables.

Jack had made it clear early on in your relationship that he had particular tastes. He enjoyed your large thighs and stomach that he could lay his head on at night and bury himself in to soak his mustache. He also appreciated that you knew when to ask questions and left some things dormant until he’d mention them again. Jack also enjoyed his whips. When he first brought you over to his ranch two months in, he made sure to show his office to you where he had the majority of them. You were skeptical, but open to their use. He started slow with increased frequencies of when he spanked you and added a crop. The crop you giggled at because it was pink like his cock and that made him use it a little extra to form some additional marks on your ass.

Three months ago, when he started utilizing the whip, you were nervous, but he talked you through it. Telling you how good you were doing and how beautiful you looked with your marks, soon when he would crack his whip, you'd start to moisten. Whatever was in his workshop did worry you, because what could it be? You’d gone down a google rabbit hole and looked at the restraints. That might be a hard line for you.

A call came in from Jack.

“Darlin’ I’m gonna be back in two days and we’ll enjoy the surprise together. You haven’t gone to my workshop have you?”

“No honey I haven’t. It just…It isn’t something to tie me up or anything right? I don’t think I can do that Jack.”

“Oh sweetheart, no. Nothin’ like that. You’ll like it, I promise. I love you.”

“Okay, I trust you jack. I love you too.”

Even after the call, you wondered what was in that damn workshop, but you promised. He also asked you to wear some particular attire. You had half of it and the other half came in two parts which you were able to track down before he came home.

On Jack’s day of arrival, he gave you a time to be ready by and to wait. As Mrs. Daniels, you’re aware that Jack can run late, and it was already an hour after he said to be. Turns out it was a good choice, because he came home twenty minutes after that so you wouldn’t be too cold. After all, you’re only wearing a black garter belt with matching black stockings and cowboy nipple pasties that barely cover your areolas. The strangest thing was that Jack had told you to wait in the bedroom with the door closed. He usually liked to watch you and take your form in while he took up the entire door frame. You heard some scratching of the floor like he was dragging something, his boots being removed and his belt, then nothing. The anticipation was getting to you as you tapped your feet on the hardwood floor of your bedroom. Jack’s steps were heard coming toward the bedroom. He stood in the doorway naked, cock hardening as he gazed at you with whip in hand. He cracked the whip once and your thighs pressed together, is he going to start now?

“Darlin, look at you looking pretty for me. Damn you’re sexy woman. Come out into the living room with me. I gotta show you.” Whiskey grinned, he extended his hand and you stood to walk toward it, taking hold of it as you walked with him into the living room.

You weren’t sure what you were looking at. Rather, you weren’t sure how exactly both of you were supposed to use it. Whiskey noted the look on your face but his grin never left his face. “Jack….how… this is what was in the workshop?” You asked, never taking your eyes off it. You saw how you might get on it, but was curious how it would benefit the two of you. “I’m not understanding…Is it safe?” You walked around it once, looking at it from all angles. Jack appeared to be amused.

“I built it myself, carved it and sanded it Darlin’. You’ll be safe. You’re always safe with me.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, lessening your fears somewhat. You’d always been willing to try for Jack, what was one more thing? Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to the wooden piece. “My adventurous wife. You always spoil me sweetheart.”

Before you was a wooden horse that Jack had carved, it had some modifications though. There were two indents with pillows attached for you to set your knees after you got on it. The horse’s neck was at a forty-five degree angle so you could lean on it and under the horse's chin, there were two handles for you to hold onto. The back of the horse where you would be sitting had a space that dipped directly below your core and ass so that there was space between the wood and your body. Once you were on and felt comfortable, you nodded and told Jack you were ready. His whip cracked behind you with excitement as you felt the rush of air behind your back. “Hot damn you look like a dream perched up there Darlin’!” Your husband yelled and ran his hands up and down your arms and licked your shoulder, nibbling on it. Wiggling on the horse, your grip slacked a bit to lean back into his embrace, but he pushed you forward gently. “Don’t let go, you’re going to need to hold on. I’m gonna start.”

The next crack was to the same spot on your shoulder where he had just bit you. You never felt it at first, Jack knew to wait to see a mark start to form and the delicious sting would spread across the area. The cowboy made two more marks in quick succession, one for each shoulder blade, those made you shift your hips forward bucking against the air between the horse and your core. You looked back at Jack, licking your lips to signal that more was alright, but he folded his whip and slid behind you, pressing his dripping heat against your ass, sliding it under you so it rubbed along your folds. “Now look here Darlin’,” Jack’s free hand cupped your breast as he packed your lips, “you know you gotta give me words now.” His hips slowly grinded in place as you tried to push yours back to have more friction. He pulled back and waved his finger to mean ‘no, not yet.’ When you finally told him he could continue, he let two more cracks fly, this time across your right thigh, ripping the stocking you had on. The smile on his face told you that’s what he wanted to see it rip. Taking three steps to his left, he did the same to your left thigh and followed with one whiplash to each cheek of your ass.

The sharp cries that came from you fueled Jack to give you just two more, one on each hip. He wanted to stop the throbbing he was feeling, bury himself in your pussy and drill you into the mattress, but not yet. Whiskey made a quick trip to the bedroom, laying out a cooling blanket on the bed and grabbing the tube of aloe. Despite what he wanted he knew that the only reason you agreed to do any of this, was that you trusted him. You trusted Jack Daniels to take care of you when sick, sad, or after another round of whip play. When he returned, you’d been able to get one leg down, but not the other. You were dangling awkwardly off the horse and he snickered making his way over to help you down. Jack supported your upper body as you wiggled your leg out and you pinched his soft stomach.

“Sorry Darlin’ you looked so cute hangin’ in there.” He continued to chuckle as he circled his two fingers for you to turn to face the horse and lean on it.

“Alright Jack, just stop laughing. That wasn’t funny.” Damn Jack always made you laugh even if it was at your expense, your giggles became hums as he applied the cool aloe to your shoulder first, then worked his way down your bilateral arms. Daniels applied more directly to your skin and spread it across your back, pressing into your skin shoulder blades. “Press deeper into my skin honey.” You requested, you didn’t see his eyebrow arch upward but he added more aloe to his fingers and pressed them into your right thigh, making your press against the horse more with a moan. As he rubbed, his fingers slipped under the black stocking and ripped it more, removing it completely. He did the same with your left thigh as his nose ran down your spine. You whined his name while he squeezed the last of the aloe out of the tube and rubbed his hands together. Placing one large hand on each of your buttocks, he palmed slow circles as he stood back up and left love bites on the back of your neck.

“How do you feel Darlin’?” Whiskey asked, his tongue flicking your earlobe as he spoke. You reached behind, your hand finding his hard length. He released a deep groan, starting to suck on your ear.

“I feel like I want you buried inside me love. Don’t make me wait anymore.” Jack took a step back as you released him from your light grip and he followed you to the bedroom. He expected you to get on all fours since your back was still pretty raw. The aloe calmed it, but he knew it still hurt. Instead, when you climbed on the bed, you flipped over on your back onto the cooling blanket and held out your arms for him to come to you. “Come on Jack, I’m seeing your face as you come inside.” He hesitated, normally, you asked him to use his tongue and fingers to make you climax before he entered you. Frowning, you opened your legs and put yourself on display for your husband. Despite being married, it was a little embarrassing, but you wanted him to know how much you wanted him right now.

Jack relished times like these when you were especially direct about what you wanted from him. His face lit up like you’d told him he was getting another 1970 Ford Bronco. The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed on it and covered your body with his. Hands roamed your body, squeezing you everywhere he could as he shifted between your legs and had his cock sliding against your entrance again. His lips claimed yours, as your hands grabbed his shoulders pulling him closer. He broke the kiss along enough to whispered, “You’re too fuckin’ good to me sweetheart.” Jack’s tip slipped inside of you when he moved to kiss you again, you closed your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he couldn’t pull out. “You’re a wiley vixen Darlin’,” he grinned into another kiss with you before moving his hands finally to your hips. He still didn't move until you pressed your nails into his skin, letting him know you’d go deeper if he kept that up.

In contrast to when he came to you around the house and outside on the ranch, he began slowly, ensuring you felt every ridge, vein and thrust. He had to make it count, he’s been so close to covering your drenched mound with his climax. The sharp mewls from your puffy lips spurred him to move faster, he was trying to resist his own high while his hips became flush with yours with each drag and slide. Your nails were digging into his skin as you held onto Jack as tight as you could, your walls starting to quiver to try and catch his dick and keep it inside of you. Lifting your hips repeatedly had your husband simultaneously calling your name and cursing that you’ll be the death of him. “Give it to me Jack, I know you’re holding out. You don’t need to.” At your words, the cowboy knew he couldn’t resist and thick ropes of his come coated yout walls, his thrusts slowed significantly as he churned his seed inside of your cunt. The overwhelming fullness enabled your climax where your core clamped down on his cock that was still within you. “Stir me more Jack, don’t take it out yet.” You whined as Jack remained within you during your high as well.

When both orgasms passed, Jack carefully slid out of you as your body was now limp. You tried to move, but he gently set your raised hand down as he made his way to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and came back with one washcloth and one towel. The warm cloth was welcome to your skin as he wiped off your sweat and then used the towel to dry you off. He then asked you to move your legs, once he was sure you wouldn't topple over with him supporting you, off to the bathroom you went as well.

Once he got you back in bed, he said he was going to clean up the living room, but you told him that could wait until tomorrow morning. “Please stay with me. The bed’s lonely without you Jack.” With you asking like that, how could he say no? Jack slipped under the covers with you and wrapped his arms around you, cradling your head on his chest.

“Of course Darlin’. Anything you want.”

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