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silversatoru · 4 years ago

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Dabi + drugging please

join the dark content mini event!!!

i combined this w someone else’s request of dabi + noncon bc they go together really well <333

dabi + drugging + noncon

tw: nsfw 18+, dark content, drugging, noncon/dubcon, absolute scumbag dabi, impact play, spitting, and im gonna say it again: very heavy noncon warning here!!!!

wc: 1.2k

dabi’s favorite pastime is hanging out in dingy bars and keeping a watchful eye on absolute train-wrecks like you. messy little things who drink a little too much a little too often all in the name of “stress-relief”. none of you are ever cognizant enough to notice the tabs he drops into your drinks while he swoons you with a deep voice and half-lidded eyes. and it worked on you too, your hand scooping up your drink so you could take another lengthy sip — if only you knew what was about to hit you.

when your senses came flooding back to you, you were in a dirty looking apartment, your eyes hazy and unable to focus properly. your entire body ached, each of your limbs feeling as if they weighed several tons as you struggled and failed to move them. weren’t you just at the bar? with that dark haired boy? the one with the pretty blue eyes and weird scars? where were you?

your breath hitched in your throat when a figure appeared in front you, familiar shaggy hair and icy eyes looking down at you with unsettling intention. a dull pounding echoed through the back of your head, and no matter how hard you tried to move any part of your body, it was as if you were frozen — trapped in a horrible nightmare and plagued with sleep paralysis.

“hey sweetheart, glad to see you’re finally awake. i was getting a little impatient”

his voice sounded like it was echoing from hundreds of miles away, as if your head was submerged in a tank of water and he was calling to you from the outside. you could barely even make sense of his words, your head spinning in circles when you finally processed what he said and realized just how much trouble you were in right now. you could feel the cool air on every inch of your skin, and you suddenly became aware of the fact that not a single article of clothing was left on your body.

your eyes must have widened in shock and realization, because a low chuckle rumbled from his chest in response.

“don’t look so shocked, doll; you were practically begging for me to bring you back here tonight”

you were what? sure you had a few drinks and maybe participated in some tipsy flirting, but you certainty didn’t ask to be here — especially not like this. but it’s not like you could fight back, your body was utterly useless right now — so the best you could do was utter a helpless “n- no”.

“no? if that word held any significance to me we wouldn’t be here right now”

his words made the blood in your veins turn to ice, chilling you to your core and causing a few hot tears to well up in your eyes. and then your fear spiked an all time high when the scarred man straddled over you and you felt something brush against your abdomen. even in your doped-up state you had enough sense to know what it was, your stomach twisting into an assortment of knots.

“just keep quiet, okay? don’t wanna have to pump anymore shit into you, it’s a lot of work. so just let me enjoy this, yeah?”

even though you expected it, nothing could have prepared you for the painful stretch of his cock forcing its way inside of you. his head rolled back in immediate pleasure while your body instinctively twitched in pain and emitted several pathetic whimpers. after all, this wasn’t for you, it was for him — and he couldn’t care less about making sure you were ready.

it was pitiful, the way you laid on your back with your eyes rolling around in your skull while he picked up a brutal pace right from the start. and he knew he told you to be quiet, but your feeble moans and choked-out whimpers were too damn pretty for him to get angry with you. it almost made it sound like you were enjoying it — twisted bitch.

between the drugs and the rush of endorphins from his cock railing into your hips, you were on another fucking planet — tongue lolling out of your mouth and slow strings of drool dripping down onto his bed.

a harsh hand came down on your face, just barely bringing you back for a fraction of a second.

“close your mouth, whore, you’re making a fuckin’ mess”

you didn’t have the mind to understand his command right now, your head lazily rolling to the other side with your tongue still dangling out. dabi seemed to realize that his scolding had very little effect on you, mumbling a quiet “dumb fuckin’ bitch” and carrying on.

your instinctual whimpers and the dull noise of dabi’s balls slapping your ass with each thrust were the only sounds in the shabby apartment — along with the occasional insult being spewed from his mouth.

you cunt was sopping now, coating itself in a gooey lubricant to accommodate for dabi’s lengthy member abusing your walls. and god does it feel good when you flinch, when your caverns clench around his cock and threaten to milk him for everything he has. he knows it’s not intentional, he knows you don’t have half the brain to tease him like that on purpose right now, but he still delivers a firm slap to your thigh or a wad of saliva to your chest each time you do it. you’re too out of your mind to notice though, resembling a sex toy more than a human at this point.

he uses you for everything that you’re worth, abusing you like you were nothing but a warm sleeve for his cock to fuck — and honestly that’s all he saw you as. when he finally reached his peak and your walls convulsed around him again it sent him diving into a heavy orgasm. thick white semen dousing your insides and getting smeared against your cervix as he fucked you through it.

by the time he pulled out your swollen cunt was leaking with globs of white, dabi cursing about how much of a fucking mess you were making for him to clean up.

and then he got you dressed — failing to even be considerate enough to clean you up first — and dumped you back at the bar he found you at. at least he was considerate enough to do that! he could have left your sorry ass in the alley behind his apartments! at least here there was a slight chance your shitty friends would find you here and take you home.

and then he went back home and slept on the couch — cause he was way too lazy to clean off his bed right now. plus he needed to get some serious rest so he could do this all again tomorrow.

#dark content mini event #tw noncon/dubcon #tw dark content #tw drugging #tw impact play #my hero x reader #my hero smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #touya smut #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki smut

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kaylaxwrites · 4 years ago

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Bar Fight

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Words: 2.1k Request: “Idk if you are up for it but if you are, a request: Frank Castle x reader where he has to stitch her up after she gets into a fight with a guy at the bar who was hitting on her and touched her inappropriately, Frank being both mad at her for putting herself in danger and fighting a bigger guy and also being impressed at how baddass she is because he didnt expect her to get into a fight” (anon) A/N: god I wish I could write smut bc this got real close folks. and this accidentally skipped the two requests above this, but I’m finishing up Punisher season 2, so I have a little bit more inspo for Frank

Warnings: reader gets groped nonconsensually by a stranger, reader gets called a bitch (but I don’t think I used anything worse), lots of cursing, but I mean, it’s a punisher fic

You sipped at your drink as you sat at the bar, fiddling idly with the straw your drink was served with, waiting for Frank to show up. It was your weekly date—between your job and Frank’s…whatever he did, it was hard to find the time to spend with one another. But Frank was running late. And you were getting annoyed.

As you debated sending Frank a text, a man slid against the bar next to you, despite the numerous empty seats on either side of you. You rolled your eyes. You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever bullshit this was about to bring. You tried your best to ignore him, but looks like he was going to make that impossible.

“Hey there,” he said, ducking his head down to try and get in your line of sight.

“Hi,” you deadpanned. You glanced around the room, hoping Frank had arrived without you noticing.

“What’s your name, gorgeous? I’m Aaron.”

You finished the last of your drink in one quick gulp. “Does it matter?”

“Just making conversation, baby, what’s the big deal?”

You swiveled in your chair to face him. “The deal is I’m clearly not interested. Now fuck off and go bother someone else.”

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he said as he slid his hand down your back to grope at your ass and hip. You ducked your head down and grimaced. Looks like it was gonna take more than a verbal no to get rid of this guy. Fuck. You rolled your head back up to look at the man, a fake smile plastered on your face. From his answering smirk, he fell for it.

You slid down from your seat and swung your jacket over your shoulders, tossing a handful of dollar bills on the counter to cover your tab. “Let’s take this outside, handsome,” you said, brushing past him and heading for the door. The instant your face was out of his sight, your smiled dropped and you rolled your eyes as he trailed after you. You could practically feel his gaze on the swing of your hips as you walked.

Pushing the door open, you breathed in the crisp fall air as you stepped outside, thankful for the easy breeze that cooled your skin and settled your mind. You were already wound up from the workday you just had and this definitely wasn’t how you wanted to finish out your evening. You just wanted to be with Frank and not have to worry about anything other than you and him.

As you walked around the corner of the building to the alleyway, you briefly went over the self-defense moves Frank had taught you in the past year or so you’d known him. With the practice from all the drills he made you run, you were confident you could take this guy—at least enough to shake some decency into his head and to send him running with his tail tucked between his legs.

You allowed the man to cage you in against the wall, a hand on either side of your head. You fought down your gag reflex as his smoke-coated breath fanned over your face. “You gave in pretty quick,” he said. “The chase is half the fun.” He leaned in closer to you, widening his stance. You grinned to yourself at the opportunity the movement presented.

“Harass all your girls like that?” you asked. A confused raise of an eyebrow was all he had time for before you were moving.

In one quick exhale, you brought your knee up into the man’s groin. As he doubled over, you slammed your elbow into the side of his head. You took a few steps away to give yourself distance and prepare for you next move, but he recovered faster than you thought he would. Within a few seconds, he was on you, wrapping you in a bear hug from behind. This was the most recent move you learned from Frank, but you had no time to hesitate. You dropped your center of gravity and rolled forward, flipping the taller man over your shoulder. You scrambled to your feet, but a sharp pain at your calf nearly brought you to your knees. You glanced down and the deep red on your pant leg nearly made you nauseous.

The fucker had a knife and he sliced your leg open. And these were your favorite pair of pants!

Before you could let your anger and adrenaline consume you and make you attempt to beat the man within an inch of his life (keyword: attempt), he let out a squeal. You glanced over. A boot was pressed none-too-gently into his wrist—you could almost hear the bone snap. You followed the leg up until you met Frank’s eyes.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

Frank slid his attention back to the man at his feet. Aaron was frantically trying to pry Frank’s boot off of his arm, but Frank was immovable. “The hell is going on here?” he asked, looking to you for answers.

Before you could answer, Aaron started stammering out an answer. “She—she started it, man! I was just—I was just defending myself!”

“That right?” Frank’s eyes turned to yours once more.

“More or less,” you shrugged, more focused on the gash on your leg. Maybe you had started the altercation, but… “Asshole groped me at the bar. Thought I knew enough to teach him some manners.”

“Yeah? We’ll talk about that later,” he said, pointing to you before returning his attention to the man at his feet. “You out here assaulting women?”

“It’s not like that, man! C’mon, get off me!” Aaron cried, struggling to pull his arm free.

Frank knelt to get closer to the man’s face, never easing the pressure on his wrist. “Calling my girl a liar, then?”

“Goddamn bitch led me on!” Aaron shouted.

“I was minding my own goddamn business!” you shouted back, plopping yourself onto the ground and pressing your hand against your still-bleeding wound.

“See?” Frank said, leaning even closer to the man pinned on the ground. “I think I believe her over you.” He pressed harder into the man’s arm, pressing until you could hear it snap from several feet away. You almost winced in sympathy.

“I didn’t know she was yours!” Aaron screamed as his forearm snapped clean in two.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.”

The next few moments were a blur. You kept your eyes on your leg, trying to ignore the constant sound of Frank’s fist pounding into flesh. Sure, maybe you started the fight, but you hated watching Frank finish them. After several minutes, you called out his name.

“Frank,” you said, softly at first. Then louder. “Frank. Frank!” On the third call of his name, he paused. He didn’t look at you, but you knew he was listening. “Piece of shit’s not worth it.” He moved to swing another punch, but you called out again, “He’s not worth it. Frank, please. I just want to go home.”

With a huff, Frank rose from his knees. He gave one last kick to Aaron’s ribs before turning to you. You took his outstretched hands and he pulled you to your feet. You wobbled for a moment, but Frank was there to steady you. He pulled your arm over his shoulder and grabbed you around the waist. Half carrying you, he helped you limp home.

The stairs to your apartment turned out to be one hurdle you couldn’t clear. After gasping and whimpering your way up a handful of stairs, Frank had had enough and pulled you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining flights.

Once in your apartment, Frank sat you gently on the bathroom counter before ducking down to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath you. He sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled your injured leg across his lap. You winced as he pulled your pant leg up and over your wound. He poured medical-grade alcohol onto a gauze pad and began cleaning the skin around the gash. “What, no scotch to pour over my open wound dramatically?” you tried to joke. You’d seen Frank stitch himself up dozens of times now and not once did he ever use the actual alcohol meant for cleaning wounds.

Frank just glanced up at you before returning to the task at hand. “It’s gonna need stitches,” he said.

“Shit, really?” You leaned down to take a closer look. Surely it couldn’t be that bad, right? But the sight nearly turned your stomach and you leaned back, closing your eyes. “Yeah, okay.” You tried to psych yourself up. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Frank did it all the time without flinching, you could handle it, right?

Frank gave no warning before sliding the needle through your skin. “Fucking shit,” you cried out, clutching the edge of the sink so hard you thought it might break. The other seven stitches were a similar stream of curses. At one point, Frank had to hook his elbow around your ankle to keep you from kicking out. He scolded you for squirming, but you didn’t really register the words.

You breathed heavily when it was over, panting against the wall. Frank carefully wrapped gauze around your calf and tapped your knee when he was finished. He slid you to the edge of the counter to make enough room for him to wash his hands in the sink. “How…do you do that?” you asked him.

“Years of practice,” he deadpanned.

He packed up the first aid kit wordlessly, not once looking at you. When he was finished, he just stared blankly into the sink, thoughts churning in his head. His anger radiated off him in waves. You were the first to break under the oppressive silence. “Frank?” you asked hesitantly.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he exploded after a heavy inhale. “Huh, Y/N? What made you think you could go up against a man twice your size?”

“I was thinking I had a great teacher—”

“For self-defense! Not to go after the first guy you see!”

“He fucking groped me, Frank! What, I’m supposed to let that slide by? Ignore him until he finds some other girl to harass, to assault?”

“That’s not what I’m saying—”

You let out a dry laugh. “Then what are you saying, huh?”

“You call me. You call me and I handle it.”

“I don’t need some knight in shining armor to come and rescue me!” you shouted, leaning into his personal space.

Just as quick, he was right back in your face, pushing himself between your thighs to be that much closer. “And I don’t need you throwing yourself into harm’s way!”

You stared into each other’s eyes, chests heaving. Like a coil snapping back into place, his lips were on yours. Your head ricocheted off the mirror behind you, but you barely felt it. Your arms were looping around his neck, ankles hooking over his hips, pulling him closer, closer. But it wasn’t close enough.

His hands roamed over every inch of skin he could touch. Starting by rubbing his thumbs softly over your cheekbones, sliding down your neck, palms brushing over your collarbones. Easing over your shoulders and down your arms next, gripping protectively at your waist, massaging at your hips. Grazing over your thighs, down your calf—one misplaced press against your newly stitched wound had you gasping and pulling away.

Frank instinctually moved to step away from you, but you grasped at the collar of his shirt to keep him in place. You leaned your forehead against his, using the time to catch your breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—” Frank started quietly.

“I’m fine,” you whispered in response. “Just caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Frank settled back between your thighs, leaning his weight against the bathroom counter you were still sat upon. He took a minute to let his eyes roam over your face before you spoke. “You’re pretty great, you know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Watching you toss that man over your shoulder like he was nothin’… Sexiest goddamn thing I’ve seen.”

You laughed, throwing your head back. “Well, I did learn from the sexiest man alive. Think if I petitioned to get you on the cover of People’s Magazine it would blow your cover?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Just a bit?”

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“So you can ravage me, Mr. Castle?”

Frank pulled you to the edge of the bathroom counter and wrapped an arm under your thighs, lifting you and carrying you to your bedroom. “We’ll see about that.”

#frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #punisher x reader #the punisher imagine #frank castle imagine #mcu imagine #mine

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vosiro · 4 years ago

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⇾ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x F!reader

⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,

⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾

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It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.

You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.

“So.” You sigh.

“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.

“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned

“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.

“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.

You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.

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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.

“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.

“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.

“Your love and affection??” She answered.

“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.

“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied

“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.

“...😏” You smirked

“I’m kiddi-”

*clack*

The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big

“SURPRISE!”

Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.

“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait

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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.

“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”

He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”

“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”

He halted in his movements “anything?”

“Mhm~” you reassured

You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”

“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds

“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.

“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster daddy..” you moaned out

“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.

“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.

“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.

“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”

“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.

“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.

“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”

“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”

“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”

He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.

“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out

“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.

“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted

“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”

“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.

“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath

“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.

“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Stfu.”

Fin.

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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽‍♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰

Me writing plot: 🤮👺🤢👹

Me writing sex scenes: 😏🌝😜🥰

#kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #nekoma #nekoma smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#my writing #haikyuu x black reader #kuroo x black reader #kuroo fluff

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 4 years ago

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Redestro arc, but Dabi is carrying Tomura in his arms bc his leg is broken

*SPOILERS FROM THE MVA ARC.

Spinner is the first to offer carrying Tomura, but Dabi doesn't let them even a minute. He goes forward, takes Tomura in his arms as gently as he can and he starts walking.

He doesn't know where are they supposed to go. His arms have new burns and they're hurting a lot, steaming through the lines between his healthy skin and his burned one. He keeps walking through a city in ruins, among the army they defeated. He's not seeing clearly, tired and broken, but he doesn't let go.

Tomura has his head against Dabi's shoulder, his bloody hands and broken fingers on his own chest. Dabi doesn't look at them too much. He can't. He saw everything happening from afar, every minute of Tomura suffering and then rising back.

Dabi doesn't know how to call that feeling wrecking his heart from the inside. Is he proud? Is he mad? Is he scared because for a quiet moment, he thought it was over?

He thought it was over and he hadn't even kissed his crusty mouth. He is mad, mad at the fact that Tomura was not making a single sounds, even when he knew it must hurt. He is feeling too much, too fast, it's making him dizzy.

Later that day while sitting surrounded by food and laugher, he stares at Tomura for a sign that he knows. Just to see if he heard Dabi whispering under his breath. If Tomura knows about it, he doesn't show. He talks and acts like nothing ever happened. He doesn't seem to care about his leg or his hands or his body.

Dabi gets his confirmation when Tomura accepts going through Doc Ujiro treatment. He knows, right there, that things are gonna get worst. The lights and the public, the fake crown they're putting on his bleached hair, and still he has not enough.

Dabi swallows hard. Why would Tomura have enough? Does he have enough? Would he stop seeking revenge? Ever?

Resigned, Dabi walks to his new room. He shouldn't had get attached. He's so stupid for it, for falling for the one person that can't stop the wheel of fortune and destiny. It doesn't matter how much the others believe in him, Dabi knows Tomura is just another pawn in a fight bigger than them. He still believes. That's the problem. He has the heart of a hero and that's not hard to see.

It was so obvious back there on the battlefield. Maybe, in another life where they were both heroes, Dabi would have run to him after the battle. He would have picked Tomura up and kissed him and kissed him in the middle of the ruins, in front of everyone. They'd have been heroes and it would have not mattered.

He's almost slept when he hears the rhythm of a limped walk from the hallway. It stops in front of his door. The figure stays there long enough for Dabi to stand up and open up the door, revealing Tomura behind him.

They don't say a word.

Tomura walks in, takes his clothes off and gets in the bed, curling up against himself. Dabi stares and stares to figure it what type of trap he's falling into, but nothing happens. Tomura is fast asleep on that bed, head buried on the pillow.

Dabi lays down besides him. For a long hour, he takes in the view, he drinks his breathing and the heat of his body, smell of his skin. He pours and pours and gets intoxicated when Tomura turns himself in his sleep, impossible soft features relaxed to reveal a young boy, vulnerable and exposed.

Dabi slides in his hands the gloves Tomura had on his coat and then he takes Tomura in his arms, for the second time that day.

He doesn't know when it happens. None of them are used to sleeping for long periods, so at some point they're both awake again. They're looking right at each other eyes in silence. Neither of them can properly cry and they don't feel like laughing righ now.

Tomura pushes himself up a little, but Dabi takes his elbow to prevent him from moving. Your leg, he says. Tomura shakes his head. He pushes himself sitting a little more and then he takes Dabi's arm on his lap, careful fingers scars and staples. Dabi loses all the air on his lungs when Tomura takes his hand to his mouth and kisses the palm, then the back, then each finger, the knuckles, his wrist.

You pushed yourself too far today.

He can't answer immediately, stucked processing what Tomura a just said. The words... Those were the words Dabi has whispered him while carrying him back to their new headquarters. So he was awake. And he didn't kill him for carrying him around. Instead, he seemed to... enjoy it?

If that's a dream, Dabi doesn't know. Maybe he's hallucinating for the fever, maybe he's dead and that's his punishment, having what he can get for a while before they take it away.

Either way, Dabi pushes himself up too until he can trap Tomura between the back of the bed and his own body, and he kisses him.

Softly. Gently. A peak in the mouth followed by tangling fingers on white hair. He's careful to not hurt Tomura's leg.

They stay like that until morning comes. They both know what happens next. The end.

Tomura's gonna start his treatment, Dabi needs to recruit some more. They're not gonna be around the other. No, that's not what's heaving on their hearts.

Things are going to change.

He's gonna kill Endeavor, Tomura's gonna end the world. And then... There's nothing then. Even if Tomura makes it, Dabi knows he's gonna die before seeing the end of that road.

There are no words they could say before parting their own ways. They don't know what to say, they don't know how to ask, beacuse they think they don't have the right to.

Stay with me.

But they say nothing and only their kisses linger on a cold dark room.

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jean-kayak · 4 years ago

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Listen, men are heathens when we put on lipgloss. They pay no attention but the minute you put a coat on your lips, they just feel the need to kiss you and ruin it for no damn reason. Y/N just put on a new coat out of boredom and suddenly her man has a sixth sense and just appears out of nowhere wanting to kiss her and sis is like “Aht! Aht! Back up! 😡” Try as she might with dodging and running away, these bois catch her anyways (They end up kissing her and she can’t stay mad at him. The ghetto smh)

Can I request head cannons of Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo just ruining their black gf’s lipgloss when they notice she has some on?

A/N: Anon, I loved this request omg it’s so cute!

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Tendou Satori, Miya Atsumu, Kuroo Tetsurou

Warnings: none

🦉Probably walks in the room in the middle of you putting on a coat

🦉You were in the bathroom, getting ready to go out somewhere, and you were trying to be discreet about it

🦉But you must've been taking too long for your boyfriend's liking bc you can hear him walking down the hallway

🦉You freeze when you hear him call your name, hiding your lip gloss on the opposite side of you, so he can't see as you turn your head away

🦉"Babe? You ready?" he asks, and you nod your head, keeping your gaze focused on the countertop

🦉"Are you okay?" He steps further into the bathroom, and you quickly nod your head as you wave him off

🦉"Yep, I'm okay. We can go," you rush out quickly, but he doesn't buy it, and you lower your head to the floor when he steps in front of you

🦉Your attempt at hiding your lips soon fails when he lifts your head softly, his eyes brightening when they land on the glossy pout on your face

🦉"Were you hiding your lips from me?" he asks playfully, and your shoulders slump as your pour deepens

🦉"Yes! Because you're just gonna take it all off"

🦉"You can always put on more." You huff at his response, but you let him pull you in nonetheless, kissing you breathless and until all of the gloss is off your lips and on his

🦉You give him a deadpanned look as he hums in satisfaction. "Strawberries?"

🦉You roll your eyes playfully as he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom

🌹Definitely is the one to kiss you as soon as you finish putting it on

🌹Doesn't matter where you are, he'll wait for you to finish before swooping in with some excuse

🌹And it doesn't matter how many times you've tried to hide it, it seems like he always knows

🌹He's somehow always coming around the corner or into the room whenever you're applying it

🌹Buys you all different flavors so when you put it on, he'll kiss you right after and then rate it 🙄

🌹"Eh, could be better. I'd prefer it if you applied the other one."

🌹If he kisses all of it off, he'll stand right next to you, waiting to kiss off the next layer you put on

🌹You try and stand your ground, trying to keep him away, but he continues to protest

🌹"C'mon, your lips look so kissable. I would be crazy not to kiss you."

🌹"So, my lips without lip gloss aren't kissable?"

🌹"Of course they are," he responds before pulling you into him, kissing off another layer you've put on

🌹He'll try to convince to see his point of view by having you put some on him

🌹"This doesn't make you want to kiss me more?"

🌹"No, it doesn't."

🏐You feel him staring at you from across the living room as you rub your lips together

🏐"Can I help you?"

🏐"Whatcha got on yer lips there?"

🏐You just roll your eyes in response

🏐This man will literally chase you around the house until he catches you just to kiss you

🏐"Could you at least let it sit for a moment?" you whine when he catches you

🏐He tilts his head as he looks up at the ceiling. "Moment's over," he says before leaning down, making sure that every inch of your lips is no longer covered in gloss

🏐He will argue that the lip gloss gets more contact with your lips than he does

🏐"That thing's touched yer lips like five times today. I've only touched 'em once."

🏐"No, Atsumu. It's been four times because I've had to keep reapplying," you counter

🏐He'll drop hints or continue to stare at you until you've given in. You'll feel his eyes watching your every move, and then he'll come rushing over once you sigh heavily before puckering your lips

🏐He'll say stupid, corny shit like "Oh, wow, I don't think my beautiful girlfriend has kissed me today," out loud in the quiet of the house as you roll your eyes at him

🏐"Ya know ten kisses a day keeps the doctor away"

🏐"Atsumu, that's not the saying"

🧪You were getting ready for one of Kuroo's work parties, your curls in a loose bun on top of your head, some strands falling out and framing your face

🧪You finished your makeup, and the last thing you needed to do was apply lipgloss, and you put on chapstick first to help it last a little longer

🧪"Hurry up, kitten, we're gonna be late," he chastises as soon as you finish applying it, using your finger to wipe off the excess around your lips

🧪"Okay, I'm ready," you state, turning from the mirror to find him staring at you. "What? What's wrong?"

🧪He shakes his head as he snakes an arm around your waist. "Nothing. Is that gloss new?"

🧪You roll your eyes as you try to push away from him, but you don't budge. "Just a taste?"

🧪"You just said we were gonna be late," you argue, and he brings his other arm to your waist

🧪"Just a peck. I promise."

🧪Of course, a peck nearly turns into a full-blown make-out session, Kuroo satisfied when he sees the gloss smeared everywhere and no longer on your lips

🧪"Tetsu," you whine before turning to the mirror and reapplying it

��He ends up kissing you when you get to the front door and when you get out of the car once you arrive at his building

🧪"Stop it," you chide, slapping him lightly on the chest before wiping away the evidence from his lips, and he only smirks when you apply it again

🧪He actually has the audacity to pout when you decide to put on the chapstick instead, not wanting to waste any more of the lip gloss

🧪You for whatever reason believe him when he says he's done for the night, but not even two seconds after you've applied it, he's kissing it off of you again

🧪"Really, Kuroo?"

🧪"I like this one, you should keep getting it."

#haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq!! headcanons #hq headcanons #bokuto koutarou x black!reader #tendou satori x black!reader #miya atsumu x black!reader #kuroo tetsurou x black!reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #tendou satori x reader #miya atsumu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#hq

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realcube · 4 years ago

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comfort hcs 💗 feat. overworked! reader

characters: yaku, oikawa, yams & akaashi

trigger warning: swearing

thank you to anon for this sweet request!

morisuke yaku

♡ he has concerned mom energy to i feel like he’d notice that you’re overworking yourself before starts negatively effecting you

♡ once he figures out that you’re actually stressed and he’s not just being paranoid, he will probably hold an intervention where is like ‘sit down, let’s have a cha--’

♡ but you just push him out the way to grab your coat, ‘sorry, sweetheart. i don’t wanna miss my bus!’

♡ DFRTYJUHG he just stood there like a statue looking at you like (●__●) this bitch-

♡ anyway, once you come back from uni/college/school/ work etc yaku insists that you need to sit down and discuss your problems with him

♡ then you’re kinda just like ‘what problems?????’

♡ also, after what happened that morning, yaku was not taking ‘no’ as an answer

♡ no matter what you say

♡ homework? you can do that later

♡ chores? he’ll do them for you if you just listen to him

♡ hungry? you can eat while you listen to him

♡ showering? you smell fine!

♡ so yeah, he will pick you up and carry you to the living room if he has to

♡ he’s probably really serious about the issue bc your feelings aren’t a joke to him but he lined up your favourite plushies on the couch so he could talk to them as a third party when you disagreed with him

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“i study in moderation! and i have not been neglecting our relationship; i just need to focus on my studies!” you tutted, averting your gaze from yaku’s as you thought about his accusation; did he really feel as though you had been taking him for granted? because of course, that wasn’t your intention at all and the more you thought about it, the more you realise that perhaps he was right.

yaku rolled his eyes at your response, quite enraged by your dismissive tendencies but he didn’t want to take his anger out on you so he simply turned to the kiiroitori plush that sat beside him, “duck, do you think (l/n) has been overworking themselves and ignoring both of us?”

kiirotori was forced by yaku’s hand to nod in response.

you snorted slightly before trying to furrow your eyebrows in anger once again, “their name is kiiroitori!”

tōru oikawa

♡ dsfghjkl ngl he clearly overworks himself too so he wouldn’t even notice

♡ he’s like ‘oh, you’re spending hours upon hours of a day - losing sleep and energy - to dedicate yourself solely to one thing so you can be perfect at it??? that’s completely normal!’

♡ spoiler alert, it’s not

♡ it’d probably take a third-party to point that what you are both doing isn’t healthy (either iwaizumi or a therapist)

♡ then you’d both look at each other like ⚆_⚆ wut

♡ anyway recovery time ig ✨

♡ he’d definitely just try distract you whenever he sees you studying/training/practising

♡ forget overwork, he doesn’t even let you work

♡ oh and y’all have started having ‘lazy days’ once a month where you make it a point to nothing but each other :))

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you both stared at the television, pretending to be absolutely engrossed by jumanji. however, once you let out your fifth sigh that minute, oikawa could tell that you were just as disinterested as he was so he peered over his shoulder to look at you, “this is so boring.”

you nodded, shuffling closer to him so he could drape his arm around your shoulder and bury his nose into your hair. “it’s so hard to just sit here and do nothing when i know that i have a lot to do, y’know?”

oikawa hummed in agreement, “but it’s nice to finally spend some quality time with you, angel.” he placed a kiss on your temple, scooting awkwardly in his seat before pulling you down to lay down next to him on couch.

“yeah,” you purred, happily falling onto the soft cushions while in oikawa’s embrace, “i’ve suddenly had a change of heart - i love these lazy days.”

“that was fast.”

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ it would take him a wile to built up the courage to actually express his concern about you overworking yourself

♡ but until then, he’ll show them in more subtle ways

♡ like if he sees you working at your desk - whether your posture is straight or not - he’ll rush up to you and massage your shoulders/back while talking

♡ he always sends you goodnight texts and gets v snappy when you text him in the middle of the night

♡ ‘tadashi, what did you get for number five on the maths hw?’

♡ if he opens the message and notices that you sent that crazy late at night or the ass crack of dawn, he’ll lose his shit

♡ ‘(Y/N) WHY WERE U UP AT 3AM DOING MATHS HW LITERALLY GO TO SLEEP’

♡ he forces himself to ask you out on dates irl so that if you use work/training/practise etc as an excuse..he can give the puppy eyes 🥺

♡ don’t get me wrong, he’s not manipulative at all but you just overwork yourself so much he think that the teeniest tiniest little bit of fun wouldn’t do you any harm

♡ he literally cares for you so much and he just wants you to be healthy and happy like is that too much to ask ಥ_ಥ

♡ it would take him 3 months of mental preparation to confront you but he’d do it eventually lol

♡ he’d still be super duper nervous though 👉👈

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“(y/n).” yamaguchi’s soft voice rang quietly through the hallway before he stuck his head inside your room in search for you. he let out a sigh upon noticing that - like always - you were sitting at your desk, drowning in papers of schoolwork.

he hurriedly approached you, suddenly throwing his arms around your shoulders as he hid his face in the crook of your neck before wailing, “(y/n)! i know it’s none of my business but i just think you work yourself way too hard and i see how sleepy you are all the time and you didn’t even eat the cupcakes i made you because you were too busy studying - i thought you loved my cupcakes!”

your eyes widened at the sudden contact and the string of words yamaguchi was babbling in your ear; but you semi-understood what he was getting at. so you steadily turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and rub his spine reassuringly, “i am so sorry, tadashi. i had no idea i was worrying you.”

he shook his head against the skin of your neck, “it’s fine, i worry about everything.” he joked before changing to a more serious tone, “it’s just that-- i think you should care more about yourself. take some time to relax once and a while, y’know?”

his sweet words resulted in your lips curling to a smile while his arms wrapped securely around your body brought you a much-needed feeling of peace, “alright, i’ll try.”

“good.” yamaguchi chirped, pecking your forehead then positioning his face where it was prior, going back to enjoying the feeling of your soft skin agaist his. “-so, are you gonna eat the cupcakes or”

keiji akaashi

♡ he overworks himself too

♡ if anything, i think he’d praise you for being ‘hard-working’ at first ‘:)

♡ but once he notices how much you work and how negatively it’s effecting your mental/physical health, he’ll intervene

♡ like yamaguchi, i think he’d start small by subtly doing things to reverse the effects of your stress

♡ and simultaneously, it kinda helps him too

♡ for example, if you get stress ance, he’ll do a bunch of research on the best skin treatments for it, buy the products then do facemasks with you + create a whole new nightly skincare routine for both of you

♡ or if your not taking care of yourself properly, he’ll book you both in for a spa appointment

♡ or if you’re tense, he’ll get you both massages from those professional ppl that make you strip naked

♡ when they make you get your tiddies out, you know they are a professional masseuse

♡ and he’ll take out on ten times more just to help you relax

♡ also, they’re always slow-paced dates bc like ofc akaashi takes you out to the park/beach for picnics....does he seem the sort of guy to take you bowling?? no.

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you sighed as akaashi brought a spoon up to your lips, looking at you expectantly but you simply whined, “keiji, i should be at home studying right now. you know my exam in 5 months, right?” though akaashi wanted to believe you were joking, the seriousness in your voice made it clear that you genuinely thought 5 months was a short period of time - even considering all the work you’ve already done in preparation for it.

so akaashi simply shrugged in response, continuing to prod your lip with the spoon until you parted you lips, allowing the pudding he made to enter your mouth. then, he pulled it out lower it to observe your pouty expression for a moment; you were so cute that he couldn’t help but smile softly.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine, sweetheart. i believe in you.” he said, gripping your waist before placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “for now, let’s enjoy this perfect weather. it only comes around once a year, so why not make the most of it, hm?”

before you were able to reply, akasshi utilized the hand the had on your waist to pull you back onto the picnic blanket with him, so you were both looking up at the pale blue sky, decorated with delicate clouds. “what do you see?” he inquired, gesturing up to the shapes the clouds formed.

you snickered, slowly intertwining your finger with his as you examined the sky for any familiar shapes or silhouettes in the sky. “oh!” you exclaimed, lifting your index finger to point to a particular cloud adorning the sky, “that kinda looks like my maths professor in a gallon hat.”

akaashi snorted, “i have no idea what your maths professor looks like but alright.”

you laughed, lowing your finger but not everting your gaze from the special cloud you spotted, “what about you, babe? what do you see?”

with a moment of hesitation, akaashi immediately replied, “an angel.”

your eyes scanned across the sky for a cloud in the shape on an angel but you simply couldn’t find the one he was referring to, so you whipped your head to the side to see where he was pointing, only notice that his eyes were fixated on you.

“y-you’re such a simp, keiji.”

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 5 years ago

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Do you think Mr. Loudcloud (shirakumo Oboro) be hella into finger banging tf outta his gf while their friends are sleeping in the same room? Idk what's with this dude he's just hghfnfjdb hawt and funny and I want him to power dom me 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I want him to finger fuck me to heaven and back then kiss me with that cheeky grin bc he's a dork and acts innocent like "did I just do that? Oh right I did! "

Female reader, NSFW

He whispers in your ear as light and soft as the touch between your legs, “You better be quiet, sunshine. Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do you?” You bite your lip and bury your face in the pillow just as he rubs a wet fingertip over your stiff clit. The smirk in his voice only makes you hotter. “I barely touched you and you’re already so wet — “

”Oboro,” you whine, then slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that trails after. He slips two fingers through your folds as his thumb continues a firm pressure over your clit, and you cannot help shifting your hips to encourage those fingers to travel downward and bury inside you. But no, he merely rubs your leaking entrance, dips inside to the first knuckle, and pulls away to spread the string of juices over his fingertips.

The loss of his touch leaves you burning and pulsing with aching need. You feel like you are overheating in the damn blanket Oboro has thrown over you both, and with him pressed up to you from behind so closely that you are almost dangling off the edge of the bed, you are trapped in a dizzying spiral of overwhelming pleasure. He has your leg up and over his hip as he keeps his hand shoved down your pajama bottoms to play with your pussy, and your only revenge is to grind back onto the hard bulge sandwiched between your ass cheeks.

“Nnnhh — that feels good, baby,” Oboro breathes, and when someone stirs in the nearby bed, he latches his mouth onto your neck and busies himself with sucking and biting your skin.

You can’t help staring at the bed across from you. Hizashi is blissfully snoring away. The lump buried beneath the blanket beside him is none other than Shouta himself. You are worried about him most of all. He is a light sleeper to begin with, and with Hizashi’s snoring mixed with the wet sounds of Oboro’s kisses … you pray Shouta has at least forced himself to sleep.

Hizashi lets out a particularly loud snort, and Shouta curls in on himself with his pillow wrapped around his head. Oboro pauses as you hold your breath, and you think he has finally gotten the hint that this is risky, that no matter how clever your boyfriend thinks he is by hiding yourselves beneath a sweaty, humid blanket, you will get caught and it will be awkward —

Oboro cups your mound and drags his palm over your wet pussy as he leaves kisses along the column of your neck. He is quiet now, at least, although that gives you little respite from his antics when he finally, slowly shoves two thick fingers into your sopping hole.

You bite your pillow and roll your hips in time with his torturous rhythm, sighing at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your fleshy walls and forcing your juices to spill out with every push and pull movement. The slickness coats your inner thighs and forms a wet patch on his boxers, but you know how much Oboro loves to make you messy. You have no doubt that he’s stained himself with precum by now, too. The urge to lick his cock clean makes you pulse around his fingers, and he lets out a little rumbling sound.

“Is my good girl gonna cum for me?” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly from pleasure.

You can only nod forcefully into your pillow and lift your leg up higher to signal your need. One of your arms digs beneath your pillow and comes into contact with his hand, and he twines your fingers together. Even now, a warm feeling blooms in your chest. Oboro nibbles your earlobe, dragging his teeth ever so lightly as he finishes off with a kitten lick, and you are too focused on controlling your erratic breathing to notice his hand tightening around your own, or the way he presses even closer to your back.

Oboro catches you entirely off-guard as his fingers begin pistoning quickly in and out of your cunt. You have to double down on keeping your mouth shut, and yet you both know it is a losing battle. The broken whimpers clawing out from the back of your throat only spur him to go faster, until your back is arched and your nipples are rubbing uncomfortably against your shirt —

“Come on, baby.” The quivering desperation in his voice shocks you. “Cum on my fingers … you can do it, sweetheart — that’s it, that’s my girl — “

As your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts around him, Oboro quickly brings his hand out from beneath the pillow and forces your head to turn back, and suddenly his mouth is swallowing your cry with hungry kisses as your cunt squeezes his fingers and succumbs to delirious release.

It takes you a moment to calm down. You are both breathing heavily, and he kisses you so deeply and soundly, tangling his tongue wetly with yours while he smoothes your hair away from your face. The angle is awkward, and you can’t sustain it for too long. He lets you turn around after whispering against your lips, “You really are my good girl, baby,” and you feel so complete.

He isn’t done, though.

You are a sweaty, limp rag doll while he arranges you the way he wants. There is a momentarily rustle of clothing, and you whimper at the feeling of his impossibly warm cock slip through your slick, sensitized folds. The heaviness of his length rests along your thigh. You let him move your leg from his hip to press your thighs together, and you dutifully clench around him to earn a moan. You’ve never heard a sweeter sound in your life.

“C-can I — “ Oboro buries his face in your hair as his arm wraps around your waist. “Just for a little bit — please — “

“Use me, Oboro,” you quietly say, and when he grinds his cock between your thighs, so thick and smooth as it nestles perfectly against your pussy, you forget all about the audience in the room.

#shirakumo oboro #oboro shirakumo #shirakumo x reader #shirakumo/reader #bnha #mha #smut #aizawa is awake #and painfully hard #poor idiot

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bookish-mind · 4 years ago

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I read the raven king, here’s my soul leaving my body:

*spoilers*

I feel physically ill with how anxious I am to read this book,, totally normal responses to a book

GANSEY KNEW THE WHOLE GODAMN TIME FUCK IM CRYING THIS CHANGES SO MUCH

There’s no way he’s actually going to die tho.. right ? Just lemme live in denial a little while longer

“Cabeswater loves them” why is Cabeswater my favorite character

RONAN POV IS BACK

How Ronan dreams up light and lil animals and flowers and fireflies and feeds the deer and tries to dream up armor for gansey >>

I know Noah can’t stick around forever but I really really don’t want him to go

It isn’t a trc car ride unless someone is eyeing someone else meaningfully in the rear view mirror

Orphan girl !

Adam said that Cabeswater showed him love I-

Ooooooo Adam has a cruuuuusshhhhh

“There’s going to be life after the dies” no. there is no life without gansey. None.

“It was starting, starting. No. It was ending. He was ending” I can’t take this shit

RAVEN DAY CAME FROM NOAH’S DREAMS IM SOBBING

Ok.. what’s gonna happen at 6:21

Henry seems cool but I feel like he knows too much

Also it bothers me that Ronan is the only one that doesn’t know gansey is supposed to die

Cabeswater don’t abandon your boys pls

Ronan rlly just implied that he worships Adam right alongside church I-

And now he’s talking about Adams beautiful face and beautiful hands and “his feelings for Adam were like an oil spill” and how when he helps Adam up all his thoughts are on his touch and now he’s leaning close to look at his eye anD NOW HES TRACING THE LINES ON ADAMS PALM AND ITS LIKE A DREAM AND ADAM KNOWS AND RONAN KNOWS THAT ADAM KNOWS BLESS THIS CHAPTER

Godamn toga party making me cryy

Pynch is all that matters to me. If you saw me shipping adansey, no you didn’t ❤️

Of course. Of course the unmaker is a hornet demon. A hornet. Demon. Fuck. This. Fuckery.

Ok I really like Henry

Henry really just pulled a “Do you trust me?” on gansey

“You working after school?” “With a dreamer.” Excuse me is that.. is that Adam Parrish.. FLIRTING ?

Ok I like this Declan content bc I never rlly knew how to feel about him but now I know, I’ve got no hate for Declan lynch

“Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam”👁👄👁

Oof bye neeve I won’t miss u sorry not sorry

Adam being all like “what is love” and gansey being like “fuck if I know man” is my favorite thing (yes I’m paraphrasing)

“Don’t break him, Adam” literally ouch

“He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought” me too Henry I get u buddy

The way gansey just tucks blue into his coat >>

Cabeswater is dying and I’m crying, I’m way too attached to this dream forest

HE TRADED MONMOUTH FOR RONAN’S DIPLOMA (I also realize that I’m way too attached to Monmouth)

“What if you do find him?” “That’s all there is” ganseeeeeyyyy boyy don’t you dare “that’s all there is” on me I’m a fragile mess

No no not aurora whyyyy

“Someone must willingly die on the corpse road” oh shit oh fuck oh no gansey no

FINALLY GANSEY GO FIND UR KING ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME

oh waaaait we going full circle to where gansey died as a kid ???

Oh shit oh fuck he’s wearing Henry’s aglionby sweater AND NOW HIS SHOULDER ARE GETTING WET OH SHIT

The fact that after everything they’ve been through, gansey is so shocked that they all showed up for him broke my heart

Glendower.. is uhh dead so uhh ouch I’m hurting bc gansey is hurting and he’s having a breakdown on the side of the road bc everything he was living for was a lie and he knows he’s gonna die and pls make it stop

Guess it was never rlly about glendower, guess it was about the friendship we made along the way and all that huh

ADAM IS RUINED AND RONAN IS BEING UNMADE AND GANSEY IS REALLY ABOUT TO DIE I HAVE NEVER SOBBED SO HARD IN MY LIFE

“Depending on where you began the story, it was about Noah Czerny” I cant take this I can’t do it I can’t read this

It was Noah it was all Noah my precious boy it was never about glendower it was Noah giving gansey this path that would lead to home and magic and wonder and family

“Don’t throw it away” noooooaaaahhh 😭

“You said you were Gansey’s magicians. Do something.” Forever grateful for Henry in this moment

Cabeswater is the real mvp I knew I loved this magical dream forest for a reason

“Wake up” ajdhsgajakks gansey was the king they had to wake all along

Everyone is okay and everything makes sense and they have “future adventures waiting for them on the ley line” and everything is okay everything is okay so why does my heart hurt so bad

Also I read the opal story which is my new favorite thing

Idk what the heck to do with my life now I feel like I need to go back and reread it all,, but call down the hawk is next and I’m very excited

Book 1 Book 2 Book 3

#i feel so emotionally drained help this book tore me open #the raven king #maggie stiefvater #the raven cycle #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #gansey #blue sargent #noah czerny #henry cheng #declan lynch

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shotokimchi · 4 years ago

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Hii! I feel like shit rn bc my boyfriend just broke up with me. I was wondering if you could write a bakugo x fem reader where class 1A is having a sleepover and the reader randomly gets a phone call. when she answers it it’s her boyfriend and he breaks up with her. so the whole night is basically just trying to cheer her up after that. and bakugo tells her that her ex was a dick and that she could do better/deserves better. just some baku fluff (Maybe her and baku start to date?) I totally understand if you can’t write this 🖤

Ofc, I’ll write a fic for you baby! I hope this makes you feel better and don't forget that there will always be people who will support you and love you no matter what! Just know that you deserve better <33333

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: none

Y/b/n: your bf’s name (but you can say jerk if you want to)

As every Friday night, class 1-A was having a slumber party in the common room. Everyone was gathered to eat junk food, tell stupid horror stories and have a pillow fight, even Bakugou was hyped for the pillow fight. Bakugou, who managed to turn an innocent pillow fight into a real battle every time because of his contestant and ambitious character, was planning to do the same today. Everyone was sitting in the common room, it was crowded bc of some snacks, blankets, pillows and other unnecessary stuff. Momo was trying to braid your hair, but you were so excited, you wanted to have a pillow fight and team up with Bakugou, he was very fast and had a strategy that’ll both lead you to victory. “Enough of this boring stuff!” Bakugou roared and pointed towards his pillow, “Let’s fight!” his sadistic smirk was sending shivers down your spine but it was somehow funny. Just when you were about to join him, your phone rang and everyone looked at you. “Sorry guys!” You muted your phone and turned towards Momo and whispered. “It’s y/b/n.” Momo gave a curious look towards your phone and whispered back “It can be an important thing, you should call back.” You nodded and when you were about to call y/b/n, your phone started to buzz in your hand. It was him, you had a weird feeling in your stomach but you ignored it “I’ll be right back, don't you guys dare have a pillow fight without me!” Mina gave a thumbs up and Kaminari whined “It’s your boyfriend isnt it? Arrgh why am i so single?!” Jirou snorted and replied “Because you are stupid.” Sero snickered and Kaminari pouted.

You went out of the dorm and sat on the stairs. It was a little cold and it caused you to tremble. You took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hey babe, what’s up?” When you heard a sigh coming from the other side of the line, you knew something was wrong. “Y/n, I can't do this anymore.” Your breath hitched in your throat and you tried to reply with a shaky voice. “W-what do you mean?” He was trying to be patient with you but you weren't having any of that. “Tell me!” He sighed again and started to talk with a stern voice “I don't want a relationship anymore, it feels like I don't have any freedom.” His reason for the break up made you even angrier, you weren't a controlling or possesive person, your relationship with your boyfriend was a healthy and happy one. “Are you cheating on me y/b/n? I never did stuff to restrict your freedom, im not a super jelaous or possessive person either! So you should give me a better reason than this!” When you didn't get any response, tears started to gather in your eyes. “No Y/n, I'm not cheating on you. I just don't want to date someone, it doesn't make me feel happy.” You started to shout “So you are throwing me away because you got bored! This is your reason?!” When he was about to reply, you hung up on his face and sat there with tears in your eyes. You wanted to sob loudly but didn't want to alarm or worry your classmates, just when you were about to get up, the door of the dorm opened.

Bakugou wasn’t a patient person so when you left to answer the call from your bf, he got pissed. “Why are we waiting hah?” Kirishima sighed and patted his shoulder “What if it's an important call?” Bakugou growled and got up from the floor “I can't wait for someone’s lovey-dovey shit!” Then started to walk towards the exit, he opened the door and saw you sitting with your head between your hands. “Oi L/n! You are making us wait-” just when he was about to burst, he heard Y/n’s silent sobs and realized that she was shaking. Bakugou could look like a mean person but he actually cared about his friends, so he started to walk towards her and waited. “O-oh Bakugou! I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a minute.” When she didn't turn to face him, Bakugou tched and sat next to her. “Why r u cryin?” He mumbled and she looked at him with a confused expression “Huh?” He was embarrassed bc he wasn't the perfect person for comforting, so he started to look somewhere else and shouted “I said why are you crying, dumbass!” Then she sniffled and started to play with her fingers “My boyfriend just broke up with me, he told me that he wasn't happy but... I gave my all, just for him.” When Y/n started to cry again, Bakugou felt mad, how can someone dump her when she gave everything she could? He remembered the times that she was going out on dates with her bf, that guy looked happy, so why he was being such an ass? Bakugou took a deep breath “Because he is a good damn extra and a jerk.” Y/n stopped sniffling and looked at him, she was listening to him so he continued. “I thought you were stronger than this, is this really gonna make you cry?” Normally someone would get angry or offended at his words but he was trying to comfort her and Y/n understood Bakugou’s intention, so she smiled. “No, I'm not weak. You are right Bakuogu, thank you.” Then she got up and gave him a small smile “Wanna team up with me for the pillow fight?” Normally his competitive personality wouldn't let him but since she was having a hard time Bakugou smirked “You better give your all!” She nodded and ran inside.

Your back was pressed against Bakugou’s, both of you were taking this pillow fight seriously so the others did the same. “Aaaaah!” You let out a battle cry and hit Mina with all your might, she backed away with wide eyes “Geez Y/n, I'm not a villain!” Bakugou let out a sadistic laugh “You scared raccoon eyes?” Then Kirishima charged at him and they started to wrestle on the ground, after taking care of Mina, you realised that Kirishima managed to knock the pillow out of Bakugou’s hand and he was blocking Kirishima’s hits with his arms, you quickly grabbed the pillow and shouted “Bakugou, catch!” You threw the pillow towards him and he gave Kirishima a sadistic smirk. Kirishima’s eyes widened “Uh-oh.” Now Bakugou was in advantage and you started to laugh but felt someone’s presence behind you “Todoroki!” You immediately dodged his pillow and swung yours at his face “You need to do better than that L/n.” Then you started to run around with Todoroki while laughing like a little toddler. Bakugou’s eyes fell on you and he sighed, “You are relieved that she’s happy now, huh?” Kirishima’s words made him scowl and he started to hit his friend “What do you mean shitty hair?!” Kirishima pushed Bakugou and managed to escape while shouting teasing words like ‘aww you actually care’ or ‘you are a great friend bro!’ oooor ‘softie’

After the pillow fight, most of your friends gave up bc of Bakugo and you. Then everyone started to get into their sleeping bags or layed on their mattresses, your eyes fell on Bakugou, he was getting ready to sleep. He usually slept early so you knew he was tired but decided to give a shot. You slowly approached him “Hey Bakugou, do you have a minute?” His eyes found your form and he had a stoic expression on his face, he wasn't scowling or growling. He nodded and got up but his eyes met with Kaminari and Sero’s they were grinning like stupid hyenas. He gave them a horrifying look and that shut them up. Then the both of you walked towards the kitchen, and you gave him a thankful smile. “Thank you so much for tonight Bakugou. If you wouldn't have come outside, I don't know if I could managed to handle my emotions.” He huffed and tried to look anywhere but you, he never got a sincere ‘thanks’ the only people who knew about his soft side was Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero. You couldn't control your happiness and gave him a quick hug, that caught him off guard and he tensed “S-sorry!” Actually, the real reason I wanted to talk with you is that... Uh, I know you like spicy food so wanna go grab some spicy fried chicken tomorrow?” He wasn't experienced when it came to doing stuff with people other than his squad so he felt nervous but he wasn't going to hide like a little boy so he nodded “Sure, whatever...” He answered like he didn't care but actually he was panicking.

After your conversation with Bakugou, the two of you left the dorms to have some spicy food and after that you started to chat about regular stuff like training, his hobbies and you told him that you love the arcade and even he had a calm expression on his face, you noticed the glint in his eyes when he heard the word ‘Arcade’. He huffed and mumbled “Guess we need to go to the arcade, what a pain...” But you grinned and decided to tease him, bc you knew that he wanted to go too. “You aren't gonna back away right? Bc I'm so good at those games!” His eyes widened “HAAAAH?! Are you underestimating me?!” You started to laugh and tugged at his coat “Ofc not! Come on, let's go!” He tched but didn't yank his arm, he let you tug on it and his expression softened.

And that's how you started to date Katsuki Bakugou, you guys were regularly going to the arcade to let out some stress, having spicy food competitions and going out for morning runs together. He always looked so calm and unaffected but, the butterflies in his stomach told him otherwise. You were funny, thoughtful, calming to be with, beautiful (but he calls you ugly, what a tsundere). You balanced him and he was relieved to have you in his life... Like every morning, you were jumping trying to stretch your muscles while waiting for him to come and join you for the regular morning run. When the door of the dorm opened, your eyes sparkled with happiness. “Good morning Katsu!” The nickname still made him blush, but he successfully managed to hide the pink dust on his cheeks and huffed. “Morning, dumbass.” You chuckled and pecked his cheek, his cheeks got warmer and he covered his face “What are you doing dumbass, it was weird! What if someone sees us?!” You chuckled and poked his cheeks “Its called affection, Katsu!” He grabbed both of your wrists and looked into your eyes, you were giving him the most beautiful smile. He tched and turned his cheek towards you, you gave him a confused look and he growled “What are you waiting for dumbass? Do it again..” He mumbled and you giggled, after showering him with a lot of kisses he was running like a god damn horse. His blood was pumping, he felt like his heart was about to get out of his chest but it wasn't because of running, it was the kisses... Then you managed to keep up with him and quickly pecked his cheek “Catch me if you can Katsu!” You speeded up and giggled, now his face was as red as Kirishima’s hair. “Come here!” He shouted and you laughed, your break up with your ex wasn’t a bad thing after all... You found someone who cared for you and loved you, even if he was bad at showing it, Bakugou Katsuki was the best boyfriend ever...

A/n: I hope you liked it baby! When I saw ur ask I immediately sat down and started to write it so I’m really sorry if its a mess <3

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zigtheeortega · 5 years ago

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day 24: loss | liam x mc (au)

title: disruption

pairing: liam x mc

@choicesfebruarychallenge | @bi-cookie ; @cxld-play

warnings: angst, smut, n*sfw, (18+)

word count: 5,764

song inspiration: if i ever feel better - phoenix

author’s note: first off, i’m not good at naming characters like at all, so elliott is just a placeholder bc i knew mc would look weird. second, i haven’t written an au choices fic yet, so i’m a lil nervous to post this! I’ve also never written liam before, much less smut for him, so i’m also nervous bc of that! this will probably be my only trr fic bc there are sooo many trr fics out there. lmao anyways, hope you enjoy this angsty smutty sad fic !

“We’re almost there, Elliott,” Bastien called to the backseat, startling her out of her sleep.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, slipping her coat she’d been using as a blanket over her shoulders, zipping it up to her chin.

Lythikos had an intense frigidity to it, one that Elliott couldn’t forget. She only visited monthly for short periods of time, but the stinging sensation of the snow on her bare face never left her memory.

She checked her phone, her heart fluttering at the pseudonym that appeared on her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I’m finishing up my last obligation, but I shouldn’t be longer than an hour.” His voice warmed her heart. It was the first time in weeks she’d heard it over the phone, not on television in a rehearsed speech.

“Okay. I brought some of my work with me if that’s alright with you. I’d love your feedback,” Elliott smiled to herself, treasuring her lover’s genuine interest in her new profession.

“Of course,” she could hear him beam through the phone. “I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

He hung up, and she sighed. Sneaking around was getting so tiresome, but she’d do anything and everything for Liam.

After Elliott and her friends couldn’t locate Tariq, the wedding went on as scheduled. It took her months of hiding out in Cordonia with her best friends to get herself together. Hana stayed by her side consistently, consoling her until she figured out a game plan.

She thought she’d be able to find a solution and live out her fairytale, but she was too late. She’d never be able to fully have Liam like she wanted, but Madeleine offered her a compromise to keep everyone happy.

She’d brought it up to Elliott before everything went to shit, and Elliott rejected it. She saw being a ‘mistress’ as an insult, because she knew she could find a way out of the mess she was in.

Months later, Madeleine, Liam, and Elliott ran a tight ship with friends to keep the affair under wraps.

Elliott could only meet with Liam once a month, under the guise that he had important monthly meetings to attend at Olivia’s home. They could only meet for a weekend at best, and a few hours at worst.

They rarely contacted each other between their meetings. It was depressing, but necessary to keep them a secret. Liam had a burner phone, and Elliott had to save his number under an undetectable moniker. When they spoke, it was short and sweet, and they couldn’t use each other’s real names.

She flew to Cordonia monthly, usually having to go to great lengths to disguise herself from the paparazzi.

It was emotionally draining and everything leading up to the rendezvous was stressful and tense, but all worth it when she saw Liam’s face light up when he first saw her.

Bastien pulled into the driveway behind the castle, easing up next to a side entrance that Elliott was all too familiar with – she knew Olivia would be waiting behind the large door.

She fixed her wig, pulling her beanie over the top of it, and hid her purple-rimmed eyes behind huge square sunglasses.

“Olivia informed me that you can go to the door. I’ll bring your bags in later. There aren’t any paparazzi in sight, so you’ll be safe,” he smiled at her through the rearview mirror, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“Thank you so much, Bastien. I could never repay you for what you’re doing for Liam and I,” she replied gratefully, apology laced through the tone in her voice.

“Anything you need, I’m here. Don’t feel guilty. The only time he’s happy is when he sees you, and I’d never get in the way of that.”

Her heart swelled at the thought. She waved to him, stepping out into the blizzard.

The door cracked open, and Elliott spotted the fiery hair before her expression.

“Come in, come in,” Olivia frowned at her messy disguise. “That wig’s a mess, Elliott. If you’re gonna opt for a cheap, frizzy wig, at least hide a pocket knife in it.”

Elliott shrugged, grinning at Olivia’s annoyance. “Why should I do that when I have my best friend here to protect me?”

Olivia scowled, a hint of a smile on her lips. “You’re lucky I’m your ally.” She turned on her heel and stalked down the hallway, leaving Elliott scurrying to catch up.

Elliott had gotten pretty familiar with the underground tunnels of Lythikos over the past year. Olivia secretly renovated an unused area to make an apartment-like cluster of rooms, so that Elliott could stay safely in the tunnels with everything she needed, and she wouldn’t be bothered by anyone.

It was an ingenious idea, and Elliott had no idea how to pay her back for her generosity. Honestly, Olivia probably did it to avoid controversy, like most every noble was doing. Elliott wasn’t sure if Olivia was doing it for the sake of Cordonia’s image or the sake of her friends’ sanity.

Olivia pulled out a skeleton key and unlocked the door, turning on the lights. “I added a more comfortable bed, some more decorations, and got Bastien to fully stock the fridge, so you can cook pretty much anything you want.”

She walked over to the living room area and pointed at the T.V. “I didn’t have to get a 60 inch flatscreen for you, but I know how much you love binging horror movies that I had to help scare you somehow.” She smirked, and pulled out a few drawers from the T.V. stand. “I ordered a hundred or so movies in case you get bored. I have no idea how long you’re gonna be here.”

Elliott shifted her weight, sighing. It was too painful to stay longer than a couple of days. “I was gonna leave on Sunday like I usually do –”

“How asinine. You’re taking a 9 hour flight on a Thursday night to get here by morning, and you take another 9 hour flight back on Sunday morning? You’re wearing yourself thin for no reason, Elliott,” she shook her head at Elliott, confusion lining her expression.

“Liam usually can’t spend more than 2 days at a time with me.”

“You have other friends in Cordonia, you know that right?” She narrowed her eyes at her, crossing her arms.

“After all that happened, I can’t show my face here. My reputation is tarnished, and even being seen here is a scandal waiting to happen. It gets riskier and riskier every time. I can’t risk any of my friend’s well-being for the sake of my secret relationship,” Elliott plopped onto the couch, defeated.

Remorse flashed through Olivia’s eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “None of this is your fault, Elliott. We know the truth.”

Elliott shook her head, a lump forming at the back of her throat. It didn’t matter that Justin and Adelaide were ousted as terrorists, and that Elliott’s friends were able to stop them from assassinating Liam and Madeleine.

Tariq was never found, and King Constantine was killed before he could clear her name. No one would believe Bastien, and Penelope was too afraid to publicly admit her wrongdoing, so Elliott didn’t have enough evidence to be exonerated.

“Sometimes… I wish everything were different. Maybe if we’d split up and searched on our own… or if I tried a little harder…” She struggled, her throat burning, a sign of tears to come. She didn’t want to talk about this situation any more than she had to, which was every time she visited.

Her new life was pretty much an escape from the events of the past year, but she was forced to face her past trauma head on every time she stepped foot on Cordonian soil.

“Elliott…” Olivia trailed off, and reached towards her, but dropped her hand. “I’m sorry I brought it up. I guess I’m still seething over the whole ordeal. I’m pretty defensive since I know we’re right but no one else knows that.” She sat down, leaning back onto the couch, crossing her legs. “You shouldn’t feel like you’re risking our social standing or anything. All of us know exactly what we’re risking to help you and Liam, and we’re okay with it. You’re our…” She whispered the last word and Elliott couldn’t quite hear her.

“I’m your what?”

“...friend.”

Elliott threw her arms around Olivia, relishing in the rare vulnerable moment. Olivia seldom showed her true feelings, but when she did, it was like watching a shooting star. It was beautiful, fleeting – a great memory nonetheless.

“Get off of me, you sap,” Olivia patted Elliott’s back with the tip of her fingers.

“Thank you for everything you’re doing. I seriously can’t thank you enough. If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you all, please tell me. I owe you a lifetime of favors.”

“Well, first, you can actually spend time with Hana, Drake, and Maxwell. They won’t shut up about you.” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Deal. I never got to see Cordonia on my own time, so maybe you could give me a proper tour of Lythikos next time I’m here. You know, when I’m not banished to the cellar.” Elliott grinned.

Olivia laughed once, a delightful noise. “Sure, but you’ll need better snow gear. And take a self-defense class or two before you do so.”

Elliott quirked a brow at her friend, then shook her head. “I won’t even pretend to know what you have planned for me.”

Olivia stood up, and headed for the door. “You have no idea.” She opened it, and before leaving, she said, “Liam should be here soon. Let me know when he’s in the room so Bastien and I can keep watch.”

“Be careful, Liv.”

“Don’t call me that,” Olivia smirked, and closed the door.

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Elliott spent the next hour working in her notebook, editing and rewriting paragraph after paragraph. An animated movie she’d seen a million times played in the background, prompting Elliott to hum along to her favorite song.

After another hour, she started to worry. She aimlessly flipped through the collection of DVD’s, not really paying attention to the titles.

Where’s Liam? She thought, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

After hour three, she read a little from a book she’d brought until her eyes started getting heavy.

She awoke to a sequence of 5 sharp raps on the door, followed by a pause, then 3 more.

Our secret knock, She thought. She shot up from the couch and ran to the door, happy tears already welling up on her bottom lids.

She fumbled with the lock, anticipation causing her to shakily rip open the door.

And there Liam stood, holding a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of champagne, and a neatly wrapped present. His perfectly tailored suit laid perfectly on his arms and torso, his muscles just barely concealed. He beamed, his eyes glistening as his eyes grazed over her face.

She grabbed him by the lapels, pulling him inside hastily. “Whoa,” he said, nearly losing balance.

Elliott blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing his face close to hers. She pressed her lips softly on his, a picture perfect moment she snapshotted and tucked away in her favorite memories.

All of the anxiety she felt traveling in disguise melted away the moment she touched Liam.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her lips.

“I missed you more,” she breathed, snuggling into his neck.

After a sweet moment, she pulled back, and snatched the champagne from his hands. “What’re we celebrating, love?”

He grinned, and locked the door behind him. “It’s a momentous day, Elliott. It’s been a year to the day since we first met.”

Elliott looked at him lovingly, hugging the bottle to her chest. “A whole year?”

He nodded, setting the flowers and present on the table, and gathered Elliott in his arms, hugging her to his chest tightly. “A whole year. I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Elliott.”

He used a finger to tilt her chin to him, and he pressed a soft kiss on her bottom lip. “You’re everything to me.”

“I love you so much, Liam.” She giggled, shaking her head. “From waitress to mistress. Same suffix, different job title.”

His smile wavered, and he exhaled a long breath, obviously uncomfortable with the joke she’d told. “I wish you’d stop putting yourself down like that. Marriage is just a title. Madeleine and I are just business partners. You’re my soulmate, Elliott.”

She pulled back, fiddling with the top of the champagne. “I know. I just wish we didn’t have to be so secretive.”

He gently took the bottle from my hands and popped it open. “I’ve still got local historians and lawyers on my payroll, and they’ve been extensively researching Cordonian laws. I don’t know if they’ll find anything, but I’m determined to keep looking. I don’t want to lose hope.”

Elliott pressed her mouth into a line, then quirked it to the side, processing everything he’d said. “I want to be hopeful that we’ll get out of this eventually, but I’d rather just enjoy the time I have with you, baby. Stress free.”

He poured them two glasses of champagne, and handed one to her. “Of course. My apologies.”

They sat at the kitchen table, and Elliott picked up the flowers, taking a deep whiff of the bouquet. “You really outdid yourself this time, Liam.”

The cluster of sunflowers, lavender, and white roses contrasted beautifully, and smelled even better. “They reminded me of you, so I had to pick them up.”

“Along with a gift?” She lifted a brow, challenging him.

He sipped his champagne, trying to hide a smile. “I think you’ll like it. Open it.”

She ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a plain white box. She lifted the top off, revealing an assortment of toys on top of a lacy lingerie piece. Her cheeks heated, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I love it,” Elliott said, nibbling at the skin on her lip.

Liam eyed her lips, a playful look in his eye. “I thought we could try something new this weekend.”

The blush on her cheeks stayed, despite her eagerness to get in bed. “I like the sound of that.”

She gulped down the rest of her champagne and snatched the lacy piece, running to the bedroom.

“Hey!” Liam called, about to stand from the table.

“I’m trying on the lingerie! Stay where you are! It’s a surprise!” She yelled through the closed door.

Elliott emerged after a few minutes, peeking her head out of the door. “You ready?”

“Beyond ready, my love.”

She stepped out, and Liam’s breath hitched in his throat. She could plainly see him shift his legs, desperately trying to conceal his bulge.

“You look… stunning. Absolutely gorgeous, Elliott,” he said, his mouth agape, eyes hungrily roaming across her body.

The strappy lace piece fit like a bikini. The bottom was closer to a g-string than a thong, and the crotch was cut out, making it for easier access. The lace was sheer, barely covering her nipples and folds. She should’ve felt sexy, but was more out of place than anything.

“This is so corny, Liam. You bought me something that you’re just going to strip off of me, and I look absolutely ridiculous in it,” She said, crossing her legs to cover the lack of cloth around her opening.

He stood from his chair and crossed the room to touch her. He laced his fingers through her hair and draped his other hand across the small of her back. He tilted her head back, kissing her neck and nipping gently at her exposed skin.

“You’re right. I want to rip this off of you, but I can’t even begin to describe to you how arousing this outfit is. You never have to wear something that you’re not comfortable in, but I assure you it’s a pleasurable experience on my end,” he breathed into her ear, tightening his grip around her waist.

“Oh fuck,” She whispered, his bulge rubbing against her, causing her to gasp in repsonse. “Please, let’s talk later, and fuck now. I need you now, Liam.”

“Say no more, beautiful.” He swept her up and brought her to the bedroom, slamming the door behind them with his foot.

He dropped her onto the bed, and shimmied off his coat jacket, hanging it on the back of the wall.

“You’re so adorable, Liam. In the midst of a heated moment, you still have the mind to hang your coat up carefully so that it doesn’t crease before fucking my brains out,” she giggled.

Liam scrunched his nose up in confusion. “I can be reckless.” He threw his coat on the ground, but after a few seconds of eye contact with Elliott, where she could tell how absolutely tormented he was, he snatched it by the lapels.

Elliott howled with laughter as Liam hung it up carefully, brushing off the dirt.

“You always manage to be right, Elliott,” he softly smiled, unbuttoning his top buttons slowly. “But I don’t mind.” His arms flexed as he rolled his sleeves up. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m a little reckless in private, that’s all that matters.”

Her heart raced as he left the room and returned with the box of toys. Although she’d committed Liam’s body and their sexual encounters to memory, she still found herself enthralled with him like it was the first time they met.

He sat on the bed next to Elliott’s lace-clad body, and tucked a hair behind her ear. “Are you okay with me trying some of the toys out on you? I want to make sure you’re completely comfortable with it before trying anything.”

She smiled, nodding. “Yes.”

He pulled a small handheld vibrator out of the box, just small enough to fit on a finger. “First things first, I want to taste you.”

Her lower stomach clenched and ached as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, parting her legs. Before she could throw out a sexy quip, he had taken advantage of the crotchless design by plunging his tongue into her folds, stroking relentlessly.

She moaned and dug her hands into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. He in turn rumbled against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

“Liam, please,” she breathed, feeling his hand on her stomach, holding her bucking hips in place.

He knew exactly what she wanted; he always read her cues perfectly. He slid a finger into her, curling it the way Elliott loved. He moved his hand and tongue in unison, the similar paces bringing her close to the edge.

Just as she was about to release, he pulled away, slipping the vibrator on his fingers. “Is it alright if I try this out on you now?”

She nodded, her body eager for his touch. He massaged her clit slowly with his fingers, keeping in time with the laggard pace of his other fingers pumping in and out of her.

The strong vibration mixed with the pressure of his fingers sent Elliot into another world. Her eyes rolled back, and she focused on the image of Liam’s naked physique, his head between her legs…

Before she knew it, her legs were shaking. Liam kissed her softly, and reached into the box again, but she placed a hand on his wrist lightly. “We have all weekend to play with them. I need you in me now.”

His pupils dilated even further, and he nodded, standing up to slip off his clothes. Although she’d seen him bare numerous times, it never failed to amaze her that the man whose heart belonged to her was so breathtaking. His body looked as it was crafted by the gods themselves, chiseled to perfection, undoubtedly due to his strict fitness and diet regimen.

He grabbed a condom from the box of toys, but before he could tear it open, she stopped him. “Could we… go without one this time? I’m on birth control.”

She wanted so desperately to tell him the whole truth, but she decided she’d wait until the time was right. It would sound like an irrational decision to him, but she had thought it out nearly every day since she left Cordonia for the first time.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but… I’ll pull out. Just in case.” He looked unsure, but lowered himself onto the bed next to her anyways.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I just thought,” she shook her head. “Nevermind.”

“No, please continue. Don’t ever feel like you can’t be honest with me, Elliott.” He touched her cheek softly.

“The only time we had sex without protection was our first time in the garden, remember?” She smiled softly, reminiscing.

“Of course I remember, my love. It’s one of my favorite times that we’ve been together.”

“Oh, so you’re ranking them now?” She smirked.

“Definitely not. Every time is special, but that one was even more special to me.”

“I was thinking we could kind of recreate the night.”

His eyes twinkled, full of love for the woman he could never fully give himself to. It was depressing, but Elliott pushed those thoughts behind her horniness and flipped on top of him.

“I love when you take charge, El,” he said, his voice verging on a growl.

“You’ve never used that nickname. What gives?” She tried joking, but his bare shaft pressed between her legs was distracting to say the least.

“I don’t know, I thought it was cute,” he shrugged. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No, I love it,” she breathed, and began grinding her hips against his. His grip on her hips tightened, and she leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

He grabbed his dick and rubbed his tip against her opening, teasing her. “You’re a tease.”

He pressed his hips upwards, entering her. Her body shuddered with pleasure as her walls adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, as her hips moved lazily against his.

“It’s so weird hearing you curse, King Liam,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “I’ve never been aroused by a title before, but I have to say that ‘King Liam’ sounds delectable coming from your lips.”

He moved his hands to grip underneath her ass, lifting and lowering her the length of his shaft. She mewled in response, her legs tightening their grip around his middle. “I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you speed it up,” she purred.

He picked up the pace, deepening his thrusts. All of her worries of the future were a fading blip, her sole focus on pleasuring and being pleasured by Liam.

Before she knew it, he’d flipped her, raised her hips, and pounded into her from behind. “Oh,” she cried, her guttural moan muffled by the thick down pillow.

He sped up, his skin smacking against hers relentlessly, the sounds of ecstasy filling the room. She turned back to gaze at him through half lidded eyes, and was met with Liam’s sultry concentrating face. She’d seen it many times before, when discussing security issues with Bastien, but never in this context.

She felt herself getting wetter and wetter at the sight of him getting off inside of her. She was the one pleasuring him behind the scenes. She was the one exploring parts of him the public would never see, much less Madeleine. She got to see a side of Liam that not a single soul would ever experience. It gave Elliott a new sense of security, despite the harrowing situation they were in.

He reached into the box again and grabbed a handheld vibrator she hadn’t seen before. “I’m close, my love, and I want to make sure you’re there with me,” he panted, before switching it on.

He tried handing it to her, but instead, she guided his hand between her legs. “Oh fuck, El,” he cursed, sweat trickling down his clean shaven chest.

He leaned over her, keeping his fast pace, and placed the quivering toy between her folds. She arched her back in response, pushing herself further into the pillow.

The sensation of the vibrator mixed with getting fucked brought her to the edge quickly, and she released, her body convulsing beneath Liam’s. She shrieked his name, clutching the sheets. “Oh, Liam, fuck.”

He quickly followed her, his pace becoming more jerky as he came with her. “Fuck, I love you, Elliott,” he shouted. The deep commanding bass of his voice reverberated off the stone walls.

When they could finally move, Liam plopped next to her, spooning her while peppering soft kisses across her neck and shoulders.

She couldn’t have imagined herself anywhere else in that moment but Liam’s arms.

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After they cleaned up, Elliott threw on a robe and flopped onto the couch, turning on the TV to browse through channels.

He sat next to her shortly after, clad with sweats and a plain t-shirt. “This might be a terrible time, but we need to discuss something rather difficult.”

“That phrasing definitely scares me, but go ahead,” she joked, turning the TV off.

“We’re being pressured to pursue producing an heir,” Liam shook his head, pain and regret dripping off of his every syllable.

“Wh… What?” She forced out. Her knees wobbled, the air knocked out of her lungs. She knew it was coming, but not this soon after the wedding.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his hands balled into fists at his side.

“Why? You just got married! I thought we’d have a couple years at least!” she said, her voice hiking up an octave.

“With Constantine passing away and the terrorist attacks, there’s still some uneasiness within the people and nobles. They’re not sure that we’re still stable as a country. It’s more for the benefit of our image than anything. Trust me, I’ve held off as long as I could.” He couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Are you going to have to fuck her?” Elliott’s voice quivered, her breath unsteady. She didn’t know if she was ready for the answer.

His eyes widened. “No, Elliott, I would never. We don’t have feelings for each other like that. The public doesn’t need to know that we’re not having intercourse.”

Elliott’s chest loosened a bit, but she was still cautious as she waited for him to continue. “We’re either opting for adoption, or artificial insemination. There’s not a fertility issue with either of us, but we’re both not capable of sex with each other. It just can’t happen.” He held her gaze, pleading with her to understand.

“I–I can’t continue this if you’re going to have a child with her, Liam. I’d be a homewrecker. I can’t let you be that kind of dad to your kid,” Elliott shook her head, tears freely falling.

His jaw dropped, and he staggered back. “Elliott, my love, I–”

“I know you love me, and I know that I love you. I know that life is going to be so fucking hard without each other, but I can’t do this to your future kid,” she sobbed, sinking into the couch. “You and Madeleine may have consented to our relationship, but your child didn’t sign up for this. Imagine if they found out about us? He’d think so little of you. I can’t have that.”

Her shoulders shook, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs shakily. She was experiencing a loss like she’d never felt before. She could stay with the love of her life in order to satiate her desire to be with him, but at the expense of horrendous guilt, knowing she could possibly break a family up and warp Liam’s future child’s perception of him.

If they stayed together, and the public found out about them, he’d be painted as the bad guy, even though Madeleine encouraged the affair. She’d throw him to the wolves, and he’d be absolutely obliterated by the press.

There wasn’t a winning solution to this problem. They were going to have to do what was best for everyone else, instead of what they truly wanted.

“I’m so sorry, Liam, but I can’t do this. I love you, but I can’t do this anymore,” she repeated and the excruciating pain in her chest continued.

“Elliott, we can figure it out, I know we can–”

“We can’t, Liam! This is it! This is the last time you’re going to see me!” She shouted, her voice trembling and unstable.

“We can still be friends,” he said softly, kneeling next to her trembling form on the couch. “I still want you in my life no matter what, Elliott.”

Anger flashed through her disjointed train of thought. Before she could gather them together, she unleashed her momentary rage on him.

“You’re really that selfish, Liam? You’re that fucking selfish that you could want to maintain the picture perfect life and get everything you could ever want, while keeping me on a short leash? To be there for you emotionally, physically, sexually, but I get nothing in return?” She stood up, pushing an accusatory finger into his exposed chest.

“I have to work under a pen name because of everything that happened. You can’t even Google my government name without reading about how much of a whore I am. I risked my whole life and career to be with you, and you didn’t have the decency to publicly defend me. You just sided with everyone else except for the woman you supposedly ‘love’,” Elliott continued, pushing a tormented Liam closer and closer to the door.

“I have to fly back home when you’re done with me and leave all of my closest friends. This is my real home. I have people who love me and care for me here. I fell in love with Cordonia, its people, and you. But I’m pretty much a prisoner in a dungeon every time I come over,” she rolled her eyes, refusing to shut her mouth and let Liam speak. “All for sex. All for a quick fuck and less than 48 hours of your time before I’m shuttled off back to the cold, heartless city of New York.”

Liam opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Elliott suddenly cackled, cutting off any attempt of him speaking.

“I forgot to tell you that I landed a book deal with a huge publishing company in the city. They want a few novels out of me. They loved my first rough draft of my book so much that they offered me a multi-book deal,” she smiled, shaking her head.

“That’s incredible, baby–”

“I was excited to tell you and instead all I can think about is how by the time I get my first book printed and released, you’ll have a kid. A family,” Elliott walked away from Liam, and sat at the kitchen table, taking a long swig from the champagne bottle.

After a long moment of silence between them, Liam finally spoke. “I know it seems like the universe is fighting us tooth and nail. I know that this situation is the worst we could be in. But Elliott,” he sat down across from her and lifted her chin up with his finger, “You’re the only woman I’ll ever love, and I won’t give up on this unless you tell me to leave you alone.”

“You know I don’t want to tell you to leave me alone. That’s the last fucking thing I want to do, but that’s how it has to be. You’re being selfish right now, Liam. You’re allowed to be selfish sometimes. This whole situation was selfish, but I guess it was okay since Madeleine okay-ed it,” she took another deep drink from the bottle. “But your child is completely innocent. They don’t deserve to be caught up in your selfish decisions.”

He flinched, and his form deflated. “I think… you might be right, El.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glistening. “I guess it was absurd to think this affair would last forever.”

She smiled sadly. “It was fun while it lasted.”

“I’ll always love you, El. I’ve always been truthful about that. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.”

She leaned forward to cup his face in her palm. “I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Liam.” She took another gulp of the alcohol. “I guess now that you’re confessing, I’ll have to confess, too.”

His brows furrowed as he waited for her to continue.

“I have an appointment with my OBGYN next week. I’ve always wanted one, but I’ve been seriously contemplating a hysterectomy for months now. Since you married Madeleine, really.”

“What? Why?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“I can’t see myself with children, but I can with you. You’re the only man I could ever picture having children with,” her eyes filled with tears. “It’s not a punishment to myself. I just know in my heart I’ll never want children again.”

His eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry, Elliott.”

Her chin wobbled as the truth of the situation finally set in. She was no longer his, and he was no longer hers. The crown disrupted the fate of the lovers, and there was no amendment.

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#choicesfebruarychallenge #trr #the royal romance #king liam #liam rhys #n*sfw #jade writes choices fics

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babygirlbenji · 5 years ago

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A Tough Case

A/N this is set before Gabby leaves because let’s be honest, this is something our queen Gabriela Dawson-Casey would do. Also, as a Brit, I literally know nothing about Chicago, so I hope I did this great city justice! Also this gif UGH such a cutie. I tried to insert a “read more” but unfortunately I don’t have access to this blog on my laptop bc Tumblr is being weird so when I get access to it I’ll insert a read more!

Imagine for @harryskittenxox - hope you like it my lovely, thank you for being my first ever official request EEK

TW - alcohol, one mention of pedophilia (related to the case)

It was karaoke night at Molly’s, and you were at least six double vodkas in.

You were a detective for the Chicago Police Department, and you and the rest of the unit had just finished up a difficult case. You weren’t usually much of a drinker, but this case had affected you in a way none of the team had ever seen before.

‘Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, ‘cause I'd miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing!’ The rest of the bar roared their approval as you sang your karaoke song at the top of your lungs - I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith.

‘And that was Detective Y/L/N with I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith! Anyone else for the mic?!’ Otis called to the crowd, and handed the mic to another person who started singing You’re The One That I Want from Grease. Meanwhile, you stumbled your way to the bar to order another drink.

‘Y/N, honey, how much have you had?’ Gabby asked. You stared at her indignantly.

‘Not enough! Another double vodka lemonade, please, my fine firefighter friend!’ Your voice was extremely slurred, and you could barely see or think straight.

‘She’s right, Y/N, you have had a lot. Maybe you should take a break?’ Jay tried to reason with you, but when you were in this state, and after everything you’ve seen the past few days with this awful case, you really needed to forget about everything and party, even if it was just for tonight.

‘No, Halstead, I am fine. Gabby! My drink, please!’

‘Okay, but I’m calling Kelly to take you home, you’re going to hurt either yourself or someone else in this state.’ You just grumbled, and swiped your drink out of her hand.

You continued to mingle, your vision going more and more blurry.

A few minutes later, you felt a hand on your waist.

‘There’s my beautiful lady!’ You turned and immediately broke into a wide grin.

‘My love is here to take me home! My chariot awaits.’ You took his hand, him glancing at Gabby over at the bar and just getting a thumbs up in return.

The chilly November air whipped your hair as you stepped out of the warm bar, and you pulled your coat closer.

‘Brrr, Kelly, who turned the heating off?’ He wrapped an arm around your shivering shoulders as you made your way towards his car.

‘Chicago doesn’t have a heater, love,’ he reminded you gently. He helped you into the car, before running around and getting in as quick as he could so he could start the engine. The vintage Chevrolet purred into life, and he started down the road towards your shared apartment in downtown Chicago. ‘Come on, let’s get you home and warm. You’re gonna be nursing quite the hangover tomorrow.’ He looked over at you. ‘Gabby said she’s never seen you drink that much, even after a case. Everything okay?’

The relative time between now and your last drink had allowed you to sober up slightly, allowing you to think and speak more coherently.

‘Yeah, just a tough case.’ Your voice was merely more than a mumble, and he had to strain his ears over the rumble of the engine in order to hear you.

‘Okay. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?’ All he got was a nod in return. The case - about a pedophile ring in the outskirts of Chicago - had drawn up memories you’d rather forget, and you were ashamed to admit it, but you resorted to drinking in order to drive them out of your mind. ‘Look, you and me, we’ve... we’ve been through a lot over the couple years we’ve been together, and you mean more to me than anything, so I just want to make sure you’re alright.’ Despite your somewhat forlorn state, you looked up and smiled slightly.

‘You’re the best, you know that?’ He smiled and patted your knee.

‘Only the best for my best girl.’

He parked up outside the building, and helped you out of the car.

‘Kelly, I can walk, you know.’ Your words said one thing, but your actions said another as you leant onto him, hand in his.

‘Oh really? Let’s just get you inside.’

Once in your apartment, you wasted no time in collapsing onto the king-sized bed.

‘Can you get changed yourself?’ Kelly called from the kitchen, obviously getting you some water and an Advil.

‘Yes, maid.’ Your dark blue dress was off in a flash, you reached for your cosy sweatpants and one of Kelly’s firefighter shirts. Not bothering to get up and brush your teeth, you curled up under the covers and waited for Kelly to join you.

‘Here you are, get some rest now.’ He handed you the glass of water and tablets, which you downed easily. ‘You good? Don’t need a bucket or anything?’ You glowered at him, despite how helpful he was being.

‘I’m not that bad, Kelly Severide. Now come on, your lady demands cuddles.’

‘Only too happy to oblige.’ He clambered in, and you immediately cuddled in close, breathing in his familiar scent.

‘Have I ever told you how much I love you?’

‘Just about every day before I go to shift, and just about every day when I get back from shift.’

‘Good, because I’m relieved every time you come back from shift. I always dread getting a phone call from Chief Boden or someone saying that you…’ Your throat closed up; you just couldn’t bear saying it. Luckily, he knew what you were getting at, and rubbed your shoulder.

‘Hey, look at me…’ You gazed up into his Mediterranean blue eyes. ‘I am always going to come home. You’re my home. You don’t ever need to worry about that, okay?’

In that moment, nothing else mattered. You were in the middle of one of America’s biggest cities, but in that moment, in that small bedroom, you were the only people that existed. Not even the fact that your head was still kind of swimming could distract you from the obvious butterflies that were fluttering around your stomach, as was usually the case whenever you looked him in the eye.

‘Okay. I’ll hold you to that, and if you die, that’s going on your gravestone.’

#kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #chicago fire #onechicago #chicago med #chicago pd #onechicago imagines

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straykidsftw · 5 years ago

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For The Kids / BC

genre: fluff

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to make a meal for the rest of stray kids

warnings: none

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“Care to explain why my members aren’t allowed back in their dorm?” Chan chuckled, walking in and kissing you softly.

“Nope,” you grinned, kissing him again.

He breathed out a laugh, an endless grin painted on his face as he took your hand, “Y/N, they just want to come home and celebrate.”

You giggled, “I know! I wanted us to make them a meal as a congratulations. But I didn’t know what to make so I waited for you.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Let’s make this!” Chan exclaimed, quickly getting out his phone and showing you a video that he’d saved to his Instagram.

You watched it intently with focused eyes before humming and nodding, “good! Let’s do it.”

Chan chuckled, watching the video himself before shoving his phone back in his pocket and turning his attention to you as you absentmindedly played with his fingers.

“Let’s cook,” Chan smiled.

You looked up to him with wide eyes before blinking and nodded, skipping to the kitchen.

“Do we have noodles?” you asked, Chan swirling his head round before pointing to the cupboard in the corner.

“Yes.”

“Do we have... I can’t remember what we need, just check, I’ll start making the noodles,” you laughed, standing on your tiptoes and getting the spiciest chicken ramen you could find out the cupboard.

Chan chuckled, pulling out his phone again and leaning against the table as he watched the video, beginning to look through the fridge and the freezer for everything you needed.

“Cheese sticks! We need cheese sticks!” Chan exclaimed, running around the kitchen.

You cringed as you looked at the pot of noodles that were cooking in front of you, already knowing it wasn’t enough for 10 people, “we also need some more noodles.”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay! I’ll go to the shops and get everything we need, you cook the things we need cooking,” Chan said, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing the keys and leaving the dorms.

You nodded, glancing over at noodles before walking over to the fridge, opening it. You looked all around the fridge before you realised what was wrong, you had no idea what the recipe was.

“Chris!” you whined, pulling out your phone and desperately calling your boyfriend.

“G’day,” he greeted, answering the phone after just two rings.

“Babe, I don’t know the recipe,” you sighed, “also remember to get loads of ice cream. The kids like ice-cream.”

You could hear Chan chuckle, “I’ll send you the video, okay? And yes, I’ll get lots of ice-cream.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “now hang up and send me the video... And hurry up. I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Chan laughed, before hanging up.

You chuckled, leaning against the table in the middle of the kitchen as your phone pinged.

realstraykids has sent you a video

You breathed a sigh of relief, opening the message and watching the video before retrieving the chicken feet from the fridge and the chicken nuggets from the freezer, coating half of the chicken feet in sauce before cooking them all.

“Honey! I’m home!” Chan called, sliding off his shoes and walking into the kitchen as he set the keys down, smiling widely, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“Nerd,” you giggled, walking over and taking his face in your hands as you kissed him gently.

Chan smiled, pulling away and reaching into the bag, pulling things out.

“Spicy chicken ramen, cheese sticks, jalapeños, more eggs and ice-cream,” he listed, placing everything on the table.

You grinned, grabbing the ramen and throwing it in the pot along with the seven other packs of noodles, “thank you baby!”

“What are you cooking?” Chan asked, crouching in front of the oven.

“All the chicken, you can put the cheese sticks in too,” you said, eating some of the cooked noodles.

Chan nodded, opening the oven and getting the tray out, placing the cheese sticks on there before sliding it back in.

You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend’s veiny, toned arms as he did so, flexing and tensing as they moved about, his bracelet moving up and down.

“Like what you see?” Chan asked cockily.

You blushed, hitting his shoulder, “you’re my boyfriend, I’d be concerned if I didn’t like what I saw.”

Chan laughed, standing back up and leaning against the counter, smirking at you as you added the sauce to the noodles.

“Stop it, Bang,” you said, trying not to laugh as you kicked your leg out, trying to hit him.

Chan flinched as he began to laugh, still staring at you, “why should I? Huh? Why?”

You began to laugh as well, rolling your eyes at him before walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist, laughing into his chest as he laughed into your head.

“Shut up,” you laughed, hitting his chest.

“Come on,” Chan chuckled, kissing your head gently, “carry on cooking.”

You chuckled, walking away and getting a plate out the cupboard, spreading the noodles over the plate.

“Channie, can you cook the eggs?” you called, turning to see Chan on his phone.

He looked up and smield, nodding, “of course.”

He went and got a saucepan out the cupboard as you went and got the jalapenos and whipped cream out the fridge.

“Do we need a side dish of more noodles?” you laughed, checking the video once more.

Chan shrugged, “you know the kids, they’re very hungry.”

“I’m not making noodles with a side dish of noodles, Christopher,” you said, pointing at him, “no matter how hungry you and the boys are.”

Chan chuckled, putting the eggs in the pan of boiling water as the sound of the front door opening rang through the kitchen.

“Are we allowed back home yet?!” Felix called.

You giggled, “okay! Get the living room ready, okay?”

“Um, no, I’m too famous now,” Felix said cooly, walking into the kitchen.

You giggled, pulling him into a hug, “well done, Lix, you’ve worked so hard.”

Felix laughed, “stop it! I’m gonna cry!”

You smiled, pulling away and kissing his forehead gently, “now go set up the table.”

Chan pouted, “I didn’t get a congratulations.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over and taking his face in your hands as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “congratulations on your first win baby boy.”

Chan smiled, kissing you again before turning his attention back to the 10 eggs that were cooking in the pan, “so, how was work?”

You shrugged, chopping up the jalapeños, “not as exciting as your day.”

Chan hummed, “well, how was it - not compared to mine?”

You chuckled, “it was work Chan, how good can it be?”

Chan sighed, “you need to find a job you enjoy.”

You shrugged, “maybe one day, I’m just saving up money right now.”

“Y/N, I’ve already told you, I’ll earn enough money for the both of us, I promise,” Chan said, walking over and standing next to you, his larger frame hovering over yours, “why are you saving?”

His fingers lightly brushed up your arm before moving down and taking your waist, spinning you round so you were facing him.

Your cheeks burned a light pink colour at the closeness. Despite the four years you and Chan had spent together, he still made your heart beat unnaturally fast.

“N-No reason,” you said, shrugging as you tried to turn back to the noodles.

“Y/N,” Chan said sternly, placing his finger under your chin and lifting your head up so you looking in his eyes, “why? Hmm?”

You sighed, “I just– it’s far, far away but I just– I want— if we do end up you know... getting married... I want us to have the best wedding ever. And maybe get a pet.”

“Y/N, I can’t believe you,” Chan chuckled, walking back over to the pan and turning the heat off.

You bit your lip, your eyes filling with tears, “I-I’m sorry. Let’s just eat this and then we can talk a—“

“How could you forget our kids?” he asked, putting the eggs onto a plate, “and a house! Come on, if you’re gonna plan, you’re gonna have to plan right.”

Your mouth hung open slightly as you watched your boyfriend wonder around the kitchen, picking up the ingredients and finishing off the noodles in front of you.

After a while, he looked up at your confused gaze, “what?”

“I-I thought you were mad,” you said quietly.

Chan smiled, “the only reasons I have to be mad are, as I said, the flaws in your plan. Also, how you think it’s gonna be far in the furture. How dare you?”

You giggled, watching him pick up the plate with two hands.

“Can you get the eggs?” he asked, nodding to the plate on the other side of the kitchen.

You nodded, skipping over and picking up the plate, following Chan into the kitchen where all eight boys were, cheering as they saw you walking in.

“Okay, no eating!” Chan exclaimed, watching Changbin pick up his chopsticks eagerly.

Changbin rolled his eyes, putting them back down as you laughed.

“Y/N and I have made you guys this meal to say—“

“Congratulations!” you exclaimed before turning to your boyfriend, “doesn’t make sense if you say it, Chan, you have done so much for the boys and you’re the best leader, so this is for you as well.”

The boys all smiled, nodding along with your little speech.

“So congratulations,” you said, “to all of you! You’ve all worked so hard.”

The boys smiled, eagerly looking at the food.

“Congratulations, you’ve worked hard!” they all exclaimed, trying hard to say it in unison as they all took their chopsticks and began to eat.

“Thank you for the meal!” Jisung exclaimed, other shouts of thanks coming from each of them as you and Chan sat at the end of the table, eating little bits of the boys’ plates.

“Is this far in the future?” Chan asked quietly, nudging you slightly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to him, “what are you– oh my god!”

The eight other boys turned their heads quickly in your direction at your shouts, Chan laughing as he held up the small diamond ring.

Jisung clapped with joy, Hyunjin screaming as the boys fell into chaos.

“I was planning a big event, I was even going to take you to Australia but... seeing you talk about getting married today, I realised that it’s fate and so, well, what do you say?” Chan grinned.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!” you exclaimed, putting down your chopsticks with shaking hands as Chan slid the ring on your finger, kissing you softly as the rest of the boys cheered and clapped.

You laughed as Felix grabbed your hand to look at the ring, the boys all taking it in turns to look.

Chan sighed contently, laying his head on your shoulder, “this has to be the best day of my life.”

You turned your head so your lips were against the top of his head, leaving a soft kiss before mumbling, “you say that like it’s not the best day of mine.”

#i got distracted AJDHDKHSAK #stray kids #kpop #stray kids scenarios #jyp #jyp entertainment #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #bang chan #bang chan scenarios

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affectionatealien · 5 years ago

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Your Heart is a Garden

Summary: Habit’s had something on his mind, and tries to do a little gardening to distract himself. It’s a bit obvious though he can’t quite focus on anything else like he wants to.

Warnings: None

A/N: Another fic of my flower protag/ insert and habit! This time it’s long sappy confession junk bc I’ve been dying to write this out ;v;

Mountain air seemed to be so refreshing in the morning like this. It seeped in through the windows Boris opened while he busied himself in the kitchen, and crept into the living room while I usually tried to prepare to be awake for the day.

However, it took me awhile of laying on the futon to realize there was no mountain air, or kitchen bustle to wake up to. I hadn't woken up that late had I? No, a glance at the clock assured me it was still early. Still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes I got up, peeked into Boris's room since he'd left the door open. Not there either. Odd, especially for him.

I had to catch myself as worry threatened to bubble up- Boris was probably just down in the garden, or, somewhere else in what was left of the habitat. Of course. Besides, it was silly to worry about him not being here just one morning... Perhaps a little time to myself could be a good thing, after all!

Making breakfast was easy enough with something simple like toast and cereal, and now my mind could wander to what I'd spend the rest of the day doing. Maybe I could watch that one movie I'd been waiting to check out... Ah, no, I wanted to save it for me and Boris to watch. Games? No, I'd already beaten most of what I had and just liked doing two player stuff with Boris when he was in the mood for it. Art? Now that could work... Ever since I'd come to stay here, my inspiration had spiked like I hadn't seen in years. It was refreshing to make something I didn't hate as soon as I was done with it...

Flopping back onto the couch, I fished out the sketchbook that was always hidden away under it or in a crevice somewhere, depending on how tired I was when I stashed it. Opening it, I was met with what I was last working on... A page full of sketches of different blossoms, ones found in the garden me and Boris had been tending to so carefully. Among them, was a single sketch of the tall russian man himself- carefully cutting a rose blossom from a bush. I'd almost forgotten about it, about watching him look so tender and focused and the urge to capture it that was impossible to ignore. And something about it feels so embarrassing and... Alien about it, I close the sketchbook again, any previous ideas gone. Damn.

Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to go down to the garden anyways. I just needed some fresh air and sunshine maybe, certainly that would clear my head, help me pass the time. And if Boris was down there I could check on him. Maybe even work in the garden with him a little. It'd be much better than being so listless up here. I just had to actually finish getting ready for the day first...

Coming down from the apartment through the boiler room, I found myself in the courtyard, now repurposed into a garden and fully in bloom. It was something Boris had truly put his heart and soul into since he closed the Habitat for good, and it had really shown in even just the past couple of months I'd been here.

Blossoms of all shapes and colors and sizes made a meandering maze, one I'd learned to navigate by memory at this point. The only hard part would be finding Boris- he was prone to attending to the plants in a somewhat flighty manner, never too still before finding another plant that needed his love and affection (and maybe some fertilizer).

With that in mind, it was pretty surprising when I found him sitting in one of the nooks formed by a gathering of hydrangea bushes, a single potted flower in his lap. He didn't seem to being so much gardening as he was letting himself get lost in thought.

"Boris?" I called out, moving carefully past some recently planted bushes. His head snapped up upon hearing his name, and that surpised look lingers a little too long, like he's in a daze. But it quickly disappeared, giving way to a soft smile upon recognizing it was just me. But, there was more to it... The way his smile is just a little too tired for this time of the morning. Almost forlorn...

"Ah! Finn... I didnn't expect you to come down. Did you need som-thing...?" He asked. I shook my head, instead opting to take a seat in the cool grass next to him.

"Just wanted to check on ya. Not used to seeing you down here this early I guess..." I explained. And in the moment I want to tell him how lonely mornings without him feel, but it'd be too much. So instead I lingered, waited for him to say something so I could forget about it.

"I see... Sorry, I didn't mean to worrie you. I just needed some time to think I suppose... The garden seams to be a good place for that." His gaze had returned to the flowering plant in front of him, like looking into it would help him eventually have some grand epiphany about whatever seemed to bother him.

"Yeah, I get what you mean... And, y'know you can talk to me too. It's what friends are for right?" He didn't answer right away- leaving an uncomfortable pause hanging in the air.

"Yeah... Of course." Even as plainly as he tried to say it, there's still a tinge of pain to it. It wasn't a tone I'd heard from him in awhile, which was particularly worrying. He'd never had issues talking to me about what was on his mind in the past, why start now? Was it me, something I'd done?

We continued to sit in silence, nerves wracked as I desperately wanted anything else to replace the silence that soured the fresh morning air. Anything that could change the mood, or subject...

My eye was drawn to what looked like a flower bush Boris had been planning to plant. A hole already dug for it, it just needed to be reburied and whatever other tending it needed. "U-uh... I noticed that bush it looks like you were gonna replant. Did you want any help with that? Or, really, anything else out here? ... Since I'm out here and all!" I asked. Still staring into the flower, he shook his head.

"I appreciate it, but I think it will be fine for now." He sighed, placing the flower in his lap to the side. "...I'm really not doing anything out heer. I should probably go back inside." Boris stood, dusting his coat off- only to freeze again as my hand darted to the hem of it, like my body was on autopilot. He stared down at me, expression somewhere between startled and anticipation. I had to say something now, I couldn't just let him go without saying anything-

"Boris. Please tell me what's wrong. If it's something I did we can talk about it... You're my friend, I need to know if I messed up, or if I can fix it-" His face furrowed into a pained expression as he continued to stand, frozen, looking like he can't even sort out his own words. This continued until he sighed, resigned, and knelt back into the grass beside me.

"You didn't do anything. I promis. It's just how... Exactly that. You're my closest friend, and it means a lot to b here with you, through everything... But... Is it, ah... Is it wrong to want... More?" He asked. His question brought back plenty of thoughts- almost all of them about how he's always so close, how he lets me sit in his lap when we play games together, or how his comforting hugs never seem to last long enough no matter how long we sit there. The way I'll hope and wish a late night movie marathon will put him to sleep so we have an excuse to wake up the next morning together. But that was just Boris being... Boris isn't it? Of course he'd be close with his first real friend like this. I'm reading into it too much. Even with him, in front of me, staring at me with nothing but longing in his eyes. It was too scary, too exhilarating to think it could be anything else, it had to be.

"I-I'm sorree. This is selfish. I shouldn't- you shouldn't have to answer that. We can just-" He shifted again to get up, only to freeze when I spoke up.

"Boris... I-It's not. It's okay. Especially when people... Mean so much. But it can be.... scary you know?" He nodded, understandingly. His gaze had lifted from the spot on the ground in front of him, attention on me.

"Do you think it's worth it? Even if it's scarey?" He asked. Now it was my turn for my stare to wander to the grass beneath me, unsure what the correct answer was.

"I don't... know, really. Guess you just have to find out sometimes." I said. It wasn't much of an answer, but it was all I had. "Boris... Could I... Kiss you? I want to know." At first he didn't, perhaps couldn't say anything- and slowly, he gave a very deliberate nod. He fumbled across the grass, side to side with me, and even sitting down towered over me. It certainly wasn't intimidating though, not with how he squeezed his eyes shut, leaned forward, tense. Not quite sure what to do with his body. Waiting. I leaned up to him, careful as lips met- god his face was so warm. And for a moment, I'm the only one leaned into the kiss, as he remained still, like he wasn't sure how he felt. Enough to have made me waver too, close to pulling away and apologizing. What a stupid idea. But at the last moment it was like he'd come to life, pressing feverishly into the kiss. And for a moment I know what it feels like to be a flower in bloom, face to face with the sunlight it needs so much.

It was dizzying how fast he went from frozen in place to practically fumbling into my lap, hands grasped over my shoulders, nudging his way further into the kiss. It was nervous, inexperienced, and downright heavenly the way his mouth clumsily pressed into mine. My hands buried into the soft fuzzy collar of his coat as I matched his fevered passion, and it only drove me further on as he whined into the kiss at even the hint of my touch. Time was slow, or maybe just didn't mean anything for the longest time as he melts into the kiss, unsure frozen hands slowly moving to pull me flush against him, a warm embrace so much like all the ones he'd given me before but.... more this time, one that didn't leave me feeling like I was still missing something.

Boris was the first to break the kiss- his hands didn't move, and he's still staring at me, like the rest of him is still catching up with what was happening. He wasn't quite panting- but he drew these deep, long breaths, clutched to me like I'd fall into nothing if he dared let go.

"Still... Scar-ed?" He asked. I shook my head and chuckled, which made a warm smile ease onto his face.

"No.... This is good. It's, uh. Wow. Kinda exhilarating, I think." His smile turned wide at that, showing off that characteristic, cute crooked row of pearly whites of his- and now it was my turn to be the flustery one out of the two of us.

"Are u shure? Maybie... We should do it again so we're doublie sure..." Boris hinted. It only took a short nod for him to lean back in, hands cupped on either side of my face. He pulled me up, ever so gently into another kiss, but not as pushy or urgent- this time it was deep, slow. He was still a bit hesitant about what to do with his mouth, but god it didn't matter, not with how soft and deliberate he was while I clung to him. Surrounded by the garden we'd poured our hearts into, and now pouring into each other, it almost felt unreal, the only thing that kept me grounded was Boris's thumb stroking gentle circles against my cheek, and every other little sensation of him against me.

Boris pulled away again, giving a satisfied hum as he did- he looked like he was in as dreamy of a daze as I had been in. His clawed hand pushed a strand of hair from my face ever so carefully, eyes fixated on me.

"Boris..." I started. A pause. I knew what I wanted to say but it felt stuck in my throat, awkward to say. So instead I opted to bury my face in his coat collar, soaking in his scent, thinking those words again, and again, and again. "... I love you." His arms squeezed around me, tight, warm, unyielding. I felt him rest his head on top of mine, face nuzzled into my hair.

"Ah, flower..... I lov you, too. I love you a lott..." And I can hear it in his voice- after all the hard work he's poured into making the garden around him flourish and bloom, his heart has done the same, alongside mine.

His embrace loosened, prompting me to look up at him. That goofy smile of his was still there- for someone who fretted about his teeth so much previously, it was amazing how gorgeous it was. So handsome. So very, well, him.

And I couldn't help the laughter that bubbles up next, but it didn't matter, not with how it spread so quickly to Boris too, just as relieved and giddy as I was, and perhaps still wandering if this was a dream like I had been.

"Ah, if onlee you had said somthing sooner... There were som lovelie lillies in bloom I daydreamed about giv-ing you, you knowe." He confessed. I smiled, and patted his arm reassuringly.

"Oh, Boris- don't worry, they'll have time to bloom again. And I'll be here, still." I promised. And the smile he gave me was perhaps the sweetest I'd ever seen on him.

#smile for me #sfm #dr habit #boris habit #finnbit #toxee's writing

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zarcake-writes · 6 years ago

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Not Alone Together

I finally got around to finishing this part. I’m not gonna put links to part 1 or 2 bc then this probably won’t show up in the tags. Hope you all enjoy! Especially that little surprise at the end.

Part 3

Warnings: none, slight spoilers in the beginning (maybe?)

The morning air was cold, and the mountains were foggy. The few travelers Arthur met were bundled up, and clearly regretting their decision to travel. Arthur would greet them, and they could barely manage a nod in his direction. Some of the travelers made comments about the cold and wished they were somewhere warm or they had whiskey.

The cold didn't bother Arthur; it hasn’t bothered him for eight years. However, he can remember a time when the biting cold left him wondering if he would die. The mention of the abandoned mining town called Colter still sent a chill down his spine, and his heart aches at the memory of those he lost. Memories of a family he once had, the people he would have died for, and the betrayal.

For a moment, Arthur wonders if things could have been different. Maybe if he hadn’t been so blind, he could have stopped everything bad from happening. Maybe he could have convinced Dutch to see where the poison in their camp was. Maybe he could have saved more people. Maybe… He shook his head and those thoughts stop. There’s no way to change the past, can only keep moving forward.

He continues through the mountains until he arrives at O’Creaugh’s Run. By then, it was mid-morning; most of the fog is gone and the sun is shining. The world is finally coming to life. Birds were singing and flying above Arthur, small animals ran through the underbrush, and the mountain sheep were on the move.

As he passes his neighbor’s house, Arthur saw she was outside fishing. She stood knee deep in the lake, her pants cuffed, and her back was to him, but he could hear her muttering to herself. Berry was behind her on the shore; his tail thumped against the ground, and his mouth hung open like a smile.

It’s been two weeks since Arthur had coffee with her, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. They’ve had dinner together twice, and shared supplies, along with laughs and shy looks. When she expressed an interest in building a chicken coop, Arthur offered to take her into Annesburg for the supplies. He then built the coop for her and took her to Emerald Ranch to buy some chickens. She insisted he didn’t need to, but he insisted he wanted to help her.

“There she is,” Arthur greeted. She jumped and turned to him, a smile on her face. Berry let out a bark and trotted towards Arthur. Mud coats his paws, chest, and probably his stomach.

“Morning Arthur. You have a nice ride?”

“We did. My girl here had a bunch of energy this morning. We rode down to the plains. Thought she would enjoy running on flat terrain.” Arthur patted his horses’ neck.

“She’s beautiful. What’s her name?”

“Pearl. She’s an Arabian. Found her up near the Grizzlies some years back.”

“Breaking wild horses something, you enjoy, Arthur?”

“On occasion, I'm known for that. But she was so beautiful, I couldn’t resist. How’s the fishing going?”

“Oh, it’s ok. I think all the bigger ones are out in the middle of the lake, but I can only throw so far. Plus, Berry gets excited when I get a fish and goes for it before I can get it off the line. It either gets away or he steals it.” She shot a look at the dog, who was busy chewing on his mud-covered foot.

“Well, I have a boat, so how about I can take you out onto the water. You can get some bigger fish, and Berry won’t be there to steal them.”

“I don’t want to bother you, Arthur.”

“You ain’t bothering me. I’m offering."

She thought for a moment, then broke out into a wide smile. “Alright, then let’s go on the lake.”

“Great. Let me just tend to Pearl, and you get your supplies ready. Meet me by my dock.”

Arthur hurried to his side of the lake and hitched Pearl. He brushed and fed her, making sure to praise her. He grabbed his fishing pole and headed for his dock. She was already there, waiting for him, with that dazzling smile on her face. Berry sat at her feet, his tail wagging and his ears perked.

“Alright, ready to go?” Arthur asked.

“All ready. Berry, stay here.” The dog let out a huff but did what he was told.

Arthur smiled and got into his boat. He took her pole and placed it on the bottom with his, then reached out to help her in. When her small hand took, his Arthur didn't want to let her go.

She was shaky as she took a step into the boat, but Arthur held her steady. She gave him a nervous smile and sat down. When she was stable and comfortable, Arthur sat across from her and began rowing them out to the deeper part of the lake.

“A few years back, there was a huge Northern Pike out here. It was a struggle bringing that beast it.” Arthur brought the boat to a stop and put away the oars.

“Really?” She took her pole and started to bait her hook.

“Yeah. The man I was fishing with called it the Great Tyrant. He got pulled in by that monster. Damn fish tried taking a chunk out of him."

“Goodness. Bet he was glad when you brought the fish in.”

“He was, but I think he wanted to bring the fish in himself.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence. Despite his claim that he is a poor fisherman, Arthur managed to catch a couple fish. He kept one and tossed the second one back into the water. The one he kept was big enough for himself and another person to share. Maybe he should invite her over for dinner tonight. He will be leaving tomorrow, and it would be nice dining with her before his trip.

He turned to her and was about to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. The look on her face, the pure concentration, made his heart skip a beat. Her brows were furrowed and she was biting her bottom lip. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the tense muscles in her forearms. She was beautiful. The way the sun seemed to form a halo around her, he swore he was fishing with an angel.

The sudden pull on her line made Arthur jump, but she was ready and began to pull.

“Oh! Look at that! Pull the bastard in!” Arthur shouted.

“I’m gonna try. Fuck, this thing is huge.” She adjusted her stance and began to pull the opposite way the fish was swimming. When it would stop struggling, she began to reel him in.

“If you think you’re gonna get pulled in, tell me, and I’ll grab you.” Her response was a grunt.

The fight went on for what seemed like forever. Arthur could see the sweat run down her face and the tremble in her arms. There were moments it looked like she was going to give up and cut the line, but Arthur was quick to jump in and cheer her on. He liked to think his encouraging words helped, but he knew this fight was all her.

When she finally brought the fish close enough to the boat, Arthur leaned over the edge and pulled the beast into the boat. It was huge, not as big as the one he and Hamish had caught all those years ago, but it was on its way to becoming a monster.

“He’s huge,” she gasped. Her chest heaved and sweat ran down the side of her face.

“He is.”

“I feel bad that we're gonna kill him.”

“Well, if he stays in the lake, he’ll just get bigger and will start eating the smaller fish. Killing him will give them a chance to live.”

“True. Plus, that’s a lot of meat.”

“It is.”

“Alright, kill him. But make it quick.” Arthur nodded and finished the fish off. He wrapped it in paper and placed it on the bottom of the boat next to his.

“Ready to head back?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m tired and my hands hurt.” Blisters were forming on her palms, and one already popped. Blood ran down her hand and onto her pants.

“You should have stopped.” Arthur began rowing to his dock. The smell of her blood filled the air and made his hair stand on end. Blood usually unleashed a feral side of him, but her blood scared him.

“Oh, it’s just a few blisters Arthur, nothing too bad.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re bleeding. When we dock, I’ll tend to your hands. I have a medical kit in my house.”

“You don’t need to, Arthur.”

“Sweetheart, I want to make sure you’re alright.” She gave him a shy smile and nodded her head.

Once Arthur docked, he helped her out of the boat and grabbed the fish. Berry was at her feet, his ears back and his eyes were wide. She spoke to the dog in a soft voice and followed Arthur into his house, Berry right behind them.

Inside his cabin, Arthur motioned for her to sit at his table. He set down the fish and cleaned his hands, then grabbed his medical kit.

He took her hands and examined the blisters. He was relieved when he saw only one of the blisters popped, but the smell of her blood made him uneasy. With a wet cloth, Arthur began wiping away the blood, making sure to be as gentle as he could. Every wince or hiss of pain from her, Arthur would apologize and whisper is a soft voice, “You’re doing great, girl. Almost done.”

When the blood was gone and her hand was clean, Arthur wrapped her hand. It was at this time Arthur realized how small her hands were compared to his. He knew her hands were smaller than his, but he now had the opportunity to study her hands. Her skin was rough and there were small scars on her knuckles, no doubt from gardening and hunting. Her nails were short but were cut neatly, and there was a bit of dirt beneath her nails.

When he was done wrapping her hands, he looked up at her and saw how close they were. There was a shy look on her face, and her face was flush. Her scent, a mixture of sweat and her usual sweet honeyed scent, made it hard to focus on anything else except her. There was a needy, hopeful look in her eyes that made his body hot. For a moment he was tempted to grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. But he didn't. He gave her a nod and released her hand, making a point to sit back in his chair.

“That should do it. Keep those hands clean so you don’t get an infection,” Arthur said. He stood up and put away his kit. He kept his back to her and made it look like he was busy. He hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart or see how red the back of his neck was.

“Course. Thank you, Arthur.”

“Not a problem. It’s my fault you got them anyways. Shouldn’t have pushed you to go fishing with me.”

“Oh Arthur, don’t say that.” Arthur heard her get up and walk towards him. Her fingers ran along his back, and a shiver shot through his body at the contact. “I enjoy spending time with you, whether we’re fishing or trying to build a chicken coop. Besides, blisters happen often.”

“I know.”

“Arthur?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes?”

“Want to have dinner together? I did catch a monster of a fish and I can’t eat it all by myself.”

Arthur let out a laugh and turned to face her fully. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“You were?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yes. Head on home and come back in a few hours. I’ll have dinner ready and everything.”

“I can help you cook.”

“You won’t be much help with your hands wrapped.” The way she looked down at her wrapped hands made him laugh. “Go on home, I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, Arthur. Thank you.”

He walked her to the door and watched as she left with Berry at her side. She waved when she got home, he waved back and watched as she ducked into her house.

Several hours later, there was a knock-on Arthur’s door. He gave himself a look over before he got the door. The blue shirt he wore was new, she had helped him pick it out. He blushed when she said the color looked good on him and that it matched his eyes. His jeans were new as well; when she saw them on him, she blushed and squeaked that they looked on him. He smirked at her reaction and bought them. His boots and suspenders were old, but he only ever wore them a handful of times so they were still good condition. He had even cleaned his spurs for dinner.

When he opened the door, her smiling face was there to greet him. She wore a simple dress, something he’s only seen her in once before. There were flowers in her hair and a bottle of whiskey in her hands. Berry, who was now clean, sat next to her. His tail thumped against Arthur’s front porch and his mouth was open in a smile.

“Howdy. You look lovely,” Arthur said. He made a motion for her to enter and took the whiskey from her hands.

“Thank you, Arthur. I gotta say, you look very nice yourself. The blue looks good on you.” She gave him a soft pat his chest, and a sly wink. This woman is gonna be the death of him.

Dinner went exactly the way Arthur hoped it would. The food was good, her praise made Arthur warm inside. She laughed at the funny stories he told, making sure to leave out the gang-related parts. He listened when she told a story herself, whether it was funny or serious, he gave her his full attention. Berry sat in the corner, chewing on an old boot Arthur gave him or eating scraps of food.

When dinner was done, and the plates were cleaned, they sat in silence. Her eyes were heavy, but there was a content look on her face. Her yawn and the way she rubbed her eyes was the cutest thing Arthur's ever seen. He cleared his throat, getting her attention.

“Darlin, I’m gonna be leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, where you going?” There was a sad tone in her voice that made Arthur's stomach twist.

“I’m gonna be out near Strawberry. I’m only gonna be gone for three to five days. I’m meeting a friend out there. He needs help with something.”

“Oh, well, I hope you have a safe trip.”

“I will. I’m leaving Buell behind. If you need to leave for any reason, take him. He knows you and will let you ride him.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine Arthur. But, thank you. I’ll keep an eye on him for you.”

“I appreciate it. Now, why don’t we have some of that whiskey?”

“About time you suggest it.”

It was several hours later and Arthur was carrying her home. She drank too much and walking was impossible for her. The only thing that was possible for her at the moment, was sleeping in his arms. He thought of just letting her sleep in his home, but her smell was almost overpowering. And with the full moon being only a day away, he worried he might shift earlier than expected. He did not want her to see that part of him.

She shifted in his arms, her hand grasped the collar of his shirt. She let out a heavy sigh, snuggled into his chest, and was back to snoring softly. He smiled down at her. The way she looked in the moonlight left him breathless. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

He pushed her front door open, inhaling to make sure there were no trespassers, then went inside. Berry ran pass Arthur and led the way to her room.

Her room was simple. There was a small bed, a side table, and a chest at the foot of her bed. There were several heavy coats hanging on the wall, and her rifle was partially hidden beneath her bed. Arthur was careful as he put her on the bed. He laid a blanket over her, making sure no parts of her were uncovered. Berry got on the bed and took his place at her feet.

Arthur sat on the edge of her bed and watched her. He knew he was being creepy, but he couldn’t resist. The flowers were gone from her hair; she had pulled them out earlier and given them to him. He reached out and, as careful as he could, brushed her hair out of her face.

How he wished he could stay with her. He wanted to crawl into the bed beside her and breath in her scent. He wanted to leave his scent around her room, he wanted it to linger on her skin. He wanted their scents to mingle and become one. Oh, how he wanted that. But he knew it would never happen, he could only want.

Before Arthur left, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and ran his hand over her messy hair, picking out a stray flower and placing it down on the bedside table. She let out a mumble but made no move to show that she was awake. He smiled down at her one last time, gave Berry a pat on the head, and left the room.

As he shut her front door and headed home, he could feel something calling him back to her. The animalistic part of him was screaming to stay with her, to protect and love her. The human side of him, however, knew this was impossible. She wouldn't want to be with a monster, especially a monster like him. He did his best to ignore the pull and began his walk home.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 spoilers #i'm tagging spoilers just in case

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