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pairing : daryl dixon x reader warnings : enemies to lovers, mean!daryl, hurt / comfort, crying, flashbacks, shouting, injury, fluff wc : 3k a/n : sorry if this storyline is weird and incoherent i wrote this super quick and itâs completely unedited đ
the cold wind cut through your clothes, gnawing at the edges of your body like a thousand little knives. snow swirled, thick and heavy, clouding your vision as you trudged through the freezing wilderness. each breath you took stung your lungs, but the feeling of the storm engulfing you almost made you forget how cold your body had become.
you hadnât spoken much to daryl. not that you ever did, but today felt different. there was a heaviness between you that made the silence uncomfortable. his posture was stiff, tense, and there was an air about him that made it feel like every word he spoke was wrapped in ice. the usually stoic man was colder than the storm itself, and it left an ache in your chest. but you didnât let it show, only occasionally, when you thought too hard about it and your eyes pricked and filled with unshed tears. sometimes he did let his guard down, but only after breaking yours into a million pieces.
đ one week agoâŚ
daryl stormed into the cabin, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. he was out of breath, his clothes soaked from the harsh winter winds, his face set in a scowl. you werenât sure whether it was from the cold or something else, but you had a feeling it was the latter.
he turned to you, eyes hard and narrowed, and you immediately knew something was wrong. his voice came out low, tight with anger. "what the hell were you thinkin'?"
you froze, the warmth from the fire doing nothing to ease the chill that had crept into your bones. "i was fine," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "just a quick run, i didnât think - "
"didnât think?" he cut you off, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "you couldâve gotten yourself killed, what if they - what if you hadnât made it back?" his breath was coming in quick bursts now, his face red with frustration.
you swallowed hard, the words stinging more than you expected. "i didnât - i didnât mean to - "
"you always do this shit," daryl spat, his voice thick with bitterness. "put yourself at risk like itâs nothinâ. you think i donât care? you think i donât worry about you every damn time you go off on your own? damn it, why do you gotta be so reckless?"
the tears youâd been holding back started to spill over, your face flushed with a mix of frustration and hurt. "i didnât mean to - "
"well, you did," daryl shot back, voice sharp as a whip. "you always do." his chest heaved with the intensity of his anger, but there was a flicker of regret crossing his features, just for a moment. you barely had time to register it before his next words hit like a punch. "you think iâm just supposed to sit back and watch you make these stupid decisions? iâm not gonna let you get yourself killed, damn it."
you took a step back, the sting of his words sinking in deep. you wanted to argue, to tell him you could take care of yourself, but the tears kept coming. the anger, the frustration, it all mixed up with the sharp ache in your chest. you couldnât stop them.
"donât just stand there crying," daryl muttered, clearly uncomfortable but still angry. "you should know better by now."
you turned away, trying to hide your tears, but darylâs words had hit harder than you expected. you wanted him to see how hurt you were, but there was no way to make him understand. not when his anger was so much louder than anything else.
the next day, rick had pulled daryl aside, and although you didnât know exactly what had been said, you were sure that it had made daryl think twice. he came to you later that evening, standing in the doorway, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. his voice was low, rough around the edges, but there was a softness there that hadnât been in his words before.
"i didnât mean it," he said, the words almost grudging, like they were a struggle to get out. "i was just... worried. you got no idea how much i fuckinâ hate when you put yourself in danger like that."
you stayed silent, unsure what to say, but his eyes were sincere. it wasnât a perfect apology, but it was something. "okay, daryl," you whispered, trying to push past the ache in your chest.
daryl nodded, looking down for a second, and you could see the frustration still there, lingering beneath the surface. "i wonât⌠be like that. iâll try," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "just... stay safe, alright?"
it wasnât the grand gesture you had been expecting, but in that moment, you understood. he wasnât good with words, and he was terrible at handling his emotions, but in his own way, he was trying. and that was enough for now.
đ present dayâŚ
since then, you had grown used to his silence. used to his gruff exterior. the way he kept most people at armâs length, especially you. youâd never done anything to him, no reason that he had to treat you as coldly as he often did, but nevertheless it was your reality now. none of the group has understood it, youâd been with them as long as carol had, but daryl acted as if you were a newcomer, not to be trusted. rick often paired you two up to go on runs to fix whatever animosity he held when it came to you, but they did nothing but foster that animosity into sharp responses and drawn out glares. but still, there was something about today. his refusal to speak, to acknowledge you in any real way, made your chest tight and your skin crawl.
"keep up," daryl muttered, his voice low and sharp as he glanced over his shoulder. you hadnât realised you were lagging behind. maybe it was the storm slowing your steps, or maybe it was just you, lost in your own head.Â
you nodded quickly, swallowing back the words that burned your tongue. "âm right here."
daryl didnât reply. he just turned forward and kept walking. it wasnât the first time heâd been distant, but something about it today cut deeper than usual. you hadnât been able to shake the feeling that it had something to do with you. maybe youâd pushed him too far. maybe you had said something or done something that had irritated him.
but whatever it was, it left you feeling small and insignificant.
the storm grew worse. the winds picked up, the snow fell faster, and the trees around you groaned under the weight of the snow. your breath puffed in front of you in heavy clouds, but you kept moving forward, determined to make it through the blizzard, determined to get to the cabin daryl had promised.
it wasnât long before the first growl of walkers hit your ears. daryl spun around, his hand already on his crossbow, aiming at the group of walkers. you froze, adrenaline rushing through your veins, but before you could really react, a walker lunged forward. its jagged fingernails sank into your arm, pulling you off balance.
your feet slipped on the icy ground, and you tumbled into the river that rushed nearby, the water shockingly cold as it enveloped you. your lungs screamed for air as you gasped and fought against the current, but it was useless. the ice-cold water dragged you further away from the bank.
darylâs voice was sharp, filled with panic, though he tried to mask it with gritted teeth. "get the fuck outta there!"Â
you tried to claw your way to the shore, but your limbs were frozen, heavy, and uncooperative. every time you managed to get a grip on the icy rocks, another wave of the current would knock you back. it felt like the world was closing in on you, the freezing cold, the rushing water, and darylâs yelling mixing together in a blur.Â
then, everything went black.
when you woke, the cold was still there, but you were no longer in the water. you were lying on the ground, drenched and shivering uncontrollably, your body numb from the cold. daryl was kneeling beside you, his rough hands pressing against your chest, trying to warm you up.
"you with me?" he growled, his voice harsh but not unkind.
you blinked up at him, feeling the warmth of his hand against your frozen skin. "yeah," you whispered, teeth chattering. "i'm... i'm fine."
"donât lie," he muttered, his fingers gently brushing the water from your face. "youâre not fine."
you could see the concern flicker in his eyes for a brief moment, but then it was gone, replaced by that same guarded look he always wore around you. it stung, but you pushed the feeling away. you had known daryl for a while now, and you knew better than to expect anything more from him.Â
"iâll get you warm," he said, his voice firm, like he was ordering himself more than you.Â
you tried to sit up, but the moment you shifted, your body went into shock, and you collapsed back to the ground with a quiet gasp.
"damn it," daryl muttered under his breath. he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into his lap with surprising gentleness. it wasnât like him to do something like this, and you felt your chest tighten at the way he cradled you, careful, almost tender.
he muttered something about getting you back to the cabin, but you were barely listening. the cold was overwhelming, and the exhaustion of the past few days - combined with the shock of nearly drowning - had you feeling like your body might give out at any moment.
"stay with me," daryl said quietly, his voice softer than it had been all day. his arms wrapped around you tighter, his rough fingers brushing the hair away from your face as his breath mingled with yours. "iâm not letting you go."
you felt the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, and you realised how desperately you needed this. you needed him. you needed someone to keep you safe.Â
you didnât speak. you just let him hold you, let him warm you, let him be the one thing that kept you grounded in this frozen world.
after what felt like an eternity, daryl shifted beneath you, his hands moving to rub your arms, trying to bring feeling back into your numb limbs. "i donât know why you do this," he muttered. "act like youâre invincible when youâre not. youâre not some damn hero."
you frowned, confusion and worry swirling in your gut. "what does that mean?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
daryl hesitated. for a moment, he didnât say anything, but you could feel the tension between you both, like he was fighting himself. finally, he sighed, a deep, heavy sound, and brushed his thumb across your cheek. "i donât know how to do this," he admitted quietly. "how to be⌠with you. but damn it, i canât stand the thought of losing you."
his words hit you like a wave, and your eyes filled with tears. "daryl..." you whispered, but the words caught in your throat as emotion swelled within you. you wanted to say something - anything - but your body trembled too much.
"i donât need you cryinâ on me, okay?" he snapped, but there was no heat behind the words. instead, he gently wiped the tears from your face, his movements surprisingly soft.
"sorry," you whispered through sniffles, not sure why you were apologizing.
"donât be, sweetheart" he said, his voice almost gentle. "iâm sorry... i never meant to make you feel like you had to do this alone."Â
you didnât respond. the rawness of his admission hit you hard, and you could feel the weight of his words sinking deep into your chest. daryl gripped you tighter, and for the first time, you saw him as something other than the tough, cold man who kept his distance.Â
"i need you," he muttered against your hair. "iâve always needed you."
the words were enough to make your heart race, your body flush with heat despite the cold. you wanted to say something back, but the pressure in your chest wouldnât allow it. so, instead, you just nodded, your eyes fluttering shut.
he shifted under you again, moving just slightly to get more comfortable, and you could feel his lips hover over yours for a long moment. he hesitated, like he was unsure if he was crossing a line. then, with a soft, almost desperate groan, he kissed you.
it wasnât rough, but it wasnât soft either. it was full of pent-up longing, slow, and deep. his lips moved over yours like he was claiming you, like he couldnât stand being this close to you without making sure you knew how much you meant to him. it was messy, heated, and completely overwhelming.
when he pulled away, his breath was shaky, and his hands held your face gently. "donât ever do something like that again," he said softly, his voice low and ragged. "you scared the shit outta me."
you smiled through your tears, nodding against him. "i wonât," you promised, your hands gently tracing the rough outline of his jaw.Â
he pulled you closer again, his hand on the back of your head as he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you trying to breathe in the same air. in that moment, you knew youâd never be alone again.
đ one week laterâŚ
the night had been long, and the cabin was quiet except for the crackling fire. the warmth of the room, combined with the exhaustion from the dayâs journey, made everything feel a little surreal. daryl was close beside you, his body heat a welcome comfort against the cold, as his hands cupped your face with that familiar gentleness that had slowly become more frequent.
you were both so absorbed in the moment, the world outside seeming distant, when you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. but neither of you moved, too wrapped up in the stolen moments between you.
creak. the door to the cabin slowly opened, and in walked glenn and maggie, chatting amongst themselves. they froze, their conversation cutting off abruptly as they caught sight of the scene in front of them.
the two of you were so close now, lips meeting in a slow, heated kiss, unaware that the group was standing right there. darylâs hand was on your back, his thumb gently stroking the skin above your waistband. your own hands were gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if there was nothing in the world that mattered more than this.
glenn was the first to react, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open. he let out an almost inaudible, "whoa." maggie, standing next to him, blinked twice, then burst out laughing, her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle the sound.
daryl didnât move, didnât break the kiss, but there was a faint groan of frustration when he realised what had happened. his hands remained where they were, but his eyes flicked to glenn and maggie, the awkward realisation dawning.
you, on the other hand, pulled back quickly, your face flaming with embarrassment as you scrambled to push yourself away from daryl. you couldnât even look at them, much less speak. the warmth of the cabin felt suffocating now, your whole body burning with the intensity of being caught in such an intimate moment.
"oh my god," maggie said, laughing harder now, unable to control herself. "this is too much, you two." she giggled at glenn, her bright eyes twinkling, tears threatening to form with how hard she was shaking. "glenn, should we leave them alone?"
glenn, still in shock, let out a small, awkward chuckle, looking anywhere but at the two of you. "yeah, uh, we should... probably go... leave them to... uh... their business." he cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable, but also clearly trying to suppress his grin.
you wanted to crawl under the floorboards. why was this happening? why did they have to walk in on this?
"you guys," daryl muttered, finally breaking his silence. his voice was rough, but there was no denying the awkwardness in it. "just... just get the hell out, alright?" he uttered, remnants of your cherry flavoured lip balm still on his lips, making it very hard for anybody in their right mind to take him seriously, especially with the little grin forming on his face.
maggie barely stifled another laugh as she gave daryl a teasing look. "donât worry, big guy, weâll give you two some privacy." she winked, and then, with glenn awkwardly tugging at her arm, the two of them backed out of the cabin.
as the door clicked shut behind them, you could hear their muffled laughter outside, and the heat in your face was unbearable. you slowly turned to daryl, who was trying to keep his composure, but you could see the corner of his lips twitching upward.
"donât say it," you warned him quietly, looking down at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
but daryl couldnât help it. "damn," he said with a smirk. "they just had to barge in, huh?"
"youâre not helping," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.
daryl chuckled, his usual gruffness softened by the amusement in his voice. "ainât my fault youâre so damn cute when youâre all flustered," he teased, pulling you back into his arms, cupping your face and tilting your chin up to fuse your mouth with his once again.
the group would never let either of you live this down. but, somehow, as daryl held you close, you couldnât bring yourself to care.
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okii so i have idea- so older hayden with like a younger reader like in her early twenties blah blah blah. theyre dating and he says i love you and reader gets scared because of her past relationship with her ex which was toxic and then he reassures her and everything and then maybe some soft love making???
It's Amazing How Strong Love Is When It's True
WARNINGS: eventual smut/porn w plot/sexual content (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), piv sex, protected sex, angsty (does have a good ending), implications of age gap, trauma from previous toxic relationship, mentions of sexual assault/harassment and abuse, confession of love (though already in an established relationship), pet names/name calling (baby), praise, lmk if I missed any!
synopsis: Though haunted by her dark past, Hayden's girlfriend realizes what might be the most important thing in her life: She is truly, unconditionally loved.
-> note: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG đ I HOPE YOU ENJOY LUV <333
WC: 726 words
"I love you."
Her breath caught in her throat at his words, hesitating. Then memories flickered and collided with her vision, recalling the trauma from being with such a vile man before Hayden. It was the worst time of her life, and she couldn't be more grateful to have someone who she actually, truly loved.
However, that wasn't her case right now. What if he was lying? What if he was trying to give her a false sense of security so he would just get his way in the end? It wouldn't surprise her, given that he was older than her; he had more experience, maybe he was just trying to get rid of her quicker. What the hell was going on here?
"I-I can't do this right now," she managed to blurt out, and she quickly hastened towards their shared bedroom, ignoring his sudden shock and pleas for her to come back. She couldn't take this, she needed time to think. But did she really?
She had never felt this way before, not even for her ex. That was all forced; this was voluntary. But it was so unclear, the black and white becoming blurry and colliding with one another until it formed into this plethora of confusion. Her heart ached, longed for his touch, his scent, his everything. But did he truly feel the same way?
"Baby, please," he begged on the other side of the door, not knocking or trying to force his way in unlike her former "lover" had done in the past. He was being patient, though he was desperate. He was being respectful, though his emotions were in overdrive. But he then realized. "Is it about him?"
She stopped once more, seeming like an eternity before she responded ever so quietly. "...Yes."
She could hear his sigh from against the wooden barrier between them, and she kept overthinking once more. Was he disappointed? Angry? Distraught? Was he going to do things to her she'll never forget, but in ways that weren't so ideal?
"...Can I please come in?" he asks gently, and though she was hesitant, she shakily unlocked and opened the door. He noticed her trembling form, the pained expression on her face even though she tried to hide it the best she could. All he could feel was guilt.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, opening his arms slightly as to not scare her further. "C'mere."
She was in his arms in seconds, burying her face in his neck and on the brink of tears. She hated crying, so she tried to hold them in, but they ended up falling anyways. He had a way with her that was indescribable, internal, that she could just let her guard down and let all her emotions spill out without feeling even a drop of remorse.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers shakily to him, feeling so bad that she had simply shut him out like that. All he wanted to do was let her know she was appreciated, that she was loved, by him. Not that wretch they call a man, not anyone else in the universe; him.
"You shouldn't apologize when you did nothing wrong," he murmurs, pressing an ever so gentle kiss to her temple and embracing her gently yet firmly.
They were simply there for what seemed like an eternity, holding each other in their arms and being together. She eventually calmed down, realizing he was indeed telling the truth. Of course he was, why would she deny it in the first place?
And then they were on each other in the blink of an eye, eagerly ridding the other of their clothes and rolling hips against hips.
He let out a low moan, keeping her in his hold as he gently thrust in and out of her tight heat. "Wanna take my time with you," he pants, "show you how much you mean to me."
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to her neck and face, as if worshipping her for who she was. "I can't believe you're mine,"
It was passionate, romantic, and the best thing in the world at that moment. Soft music hummed in the background, the sunset from outside peeking through and setting the atmosphere. Gentle, beautiful, euphoric. And they knew that they would be there for each other through anything, no matter what it took.
#ch: hayden christensen#hayden christensen#mrschristensen#hayden christensen smut#request#smut#angsty
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alternative saw iii ending wherein lynn won her game...
at the consequence of it not ending there...
#sorry i had a vision and i had to make this đ#what did mandy do next? cast your votes now!#saw#sawposting#saw fanart#saw iii#amanda young#lynn denlon#corbett denlon#lynnmanda#shotgunshipping#motherdanger art
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i am not interested in what richard speight jr has to say abt the confession scene bc hes a bad director and everything good abt that scene was like. famously someone else's idea. but also hes just bad at directing hes just really bad at it like just technically terrible at it.
#i dont care abt is ''vision''. its a bad vision.#not to be a hater but im hating sorry#like ive seen student films that were better directed than some of his professional work#and it feels mean putting down student filmmakers like that.#i didnt read the thread im sure hes nice but like. ppl had to do like intricate posts trying to figure out what his fucked up scene meant#bc it was so poorly shot that it broke the 180° rule in such a jarring way. ppl were confused. for months. like#like when i tell u on the FIRST DAY OF FILM CLASS they explain to u how to avoid that#LMAOOO like this show was such cesspool of nepotism. like thats why it was bad its bc. bc. bc.#the ppl making it were bad at their jobs. like straight up đ
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Nooo don't overthink the social interaction and get self conscious and insecure you're so sexy ah ha
#it both is fine and isn't because. it's a thing i can't control#that has had multiple people come to the conclusion that i must hate or dislike them#and otherwise can make people uncomfortable#I'M SORRY I'm just vibing and i happen to be blankly staring at you#person who happens to be in the middle of the group from my view and gives me best peripheral vision of everyone in the conversation đđ#ramblings of a bystander
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getting really sentimental with the ocs today
#finally decided on some semi final designs using picrew and they look so good that it made me emotional#I've tried making them in picrew last year but it wasnt a very detailed one so its quite generic and i didnt like the designs much#i used baydews picrew this time and actually this was maybe the 3rd or 4th time ive attempted making my ocs#and finally i have a clear picture of them and-#ofc there's still limitations so I'll actually draw out their designs sometime and use the picrew designs as ref#but. holy shit ive had them with me for 7 years. maybe even more bc they used to be phineas and ferb ocs â ď¸#these are my kids. and i finally have a kinda clear vision of what they look like#ive never- ive never been confident in my art to properly expand them in art so everytime i do end up backtracking#which sucks bc how can i call myself an artist if i do that?#but. god they look so good and obviously this is all for reference but. ive finally made progress that doesnt exist solely in my head đ#theyre so good. i love them i love my ocs. i cant wait to tell their story. i hope i get to do that one day đĽš#sorry im emotional#not sharing the picrews here since theyre purely for ref and it just feels weird to post smth from a picrew maker#but man. im going thru so many emotions rn#happy 7 years. here's to number 8 đĽłđ#.txt
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Bro I literally eat up ur writing every timeđcan u do ellie using a vibe on u?
before you read.
â: KILLING 3 BIRDS W ONE STONE HEHE. i feel these all go well, so why not. sorry for the insane wait, and the wildly lazy writing...me putting this off forever only to bang out a crappy blurb in like 2 mins...also can't stick to a single aesthetic WHATEVA.
â: vibrator use, fingering, porn w/out plot (sawry), dom-ish ellie (but she's still kinda silly), overstimulation, squirting, aftercare at the end (all r! recieving).
"you can take it, doin' so good." she murmurs under her breath, her face contorted in concentration.
you squeal when ellie presses the vibrator hard against your poor, overworked clit, the sensations almost too much to bear. but no matter how overwhelming it may be, it's still so mind numbingly good. the device has been set on a mode midway for the past...however long, and you've completely lost count of how many times she's made you cum thus far. for all you knew, it could have been well into the double digits, and she didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.
ellieâs eyes were dark, low with blown out pupils. they remain trained on you, flickering between observing your facial expressions, your squirming body, covered in a shiny layer of sweat, and what's going on under her hands. "...ellie, hold on...wait." you gasp out, struggling to catch your breath.
she detaches the device from you, her tattooed hand traveling up your body, settling on the side of your face to cup your cheek, and wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from your eye. "need a break, babe?" she says, her gaze softening. that honey voice she puts on, featuring a light domineering timbre, it immediately makes you wet all over again and you whimper quietly, bucking your hips up in pursuit of more stimulation. she noticesâof course she does, observant as a foxâand her lips stretch into a sneer, "yeah that's what i thought, still need more." she chuckles, before thrusting the tip of the toy back onto your swollen clit, biting her lip when she watches you arch backward, mantras of her name and pleas falling from your lips.
her free hand, which was previously resting on your knee, flies down the inside of your parted thighs, grazing the heated skin, and she teases your hole with two digits, eagerly observing the reactions. she quickly stuffs her middle two fingers inside with ease, slick and pearly cum leaking down her slender knuckles. curling upwards to massage your g-spot, the pleasure is causing explosions of colors to appear in your vision, your eyes are filling with tears once again.
"just gimme one more, okay?" ellie orders gently, clicking buttons to increase the intensity of the vibrator even more, and you nearly shriek. out of instinct your legs fight to close around her hands, but she's quick to push your knee to the side again, tutting. "nuh-uh, don't do that. just one more. say the safeword if you really want me to stop, alright?" you open one eye and nod meekly at her, and she resumes. within no time at all you feel the brink of orgasm swell in your lower abdomen once more, your legs trembling at every purr of the toy. and she can tell as well by the way you're whining and panting, all with a fucked out, lazy smile playing on your face.
silent moans trapped in your throat, you feel the blinding ecstasy overtake your body, blacking out your senses for a moment. she has lessened the setting to work you through it effectively, all while muttering sweet praises throughout.
"god, look at that." she whispers in awe once it's over, discarding the device on the floor and rubbing her hands across your legs to ease the tension in your thighs, making sure you're okay. she hovers over you to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then over your entire face, grinning when she hears you laugh.
her goofy tone returns, "fuckin' squirted all over me, baby. we'll clean up just gimme a sec." she cuddles up to you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, sighing and softly stroking the top of your head. "next time we'll do a couple more, make a new personal best, whaddaya think?"
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powerful vampire gf getting absolutely WRECKED by her werewolf loverâŚ.(make up sex!)
{nobody gets our ideas better than u do đ i wanna be friends w u but im too shy}
don't be shy I don't bite. at least not over the internet :3
You tug fruitlessly on the leash attached to the collar around your boyfriend's neck trying to get him to stop fucking you so hard or to at least slow down, but the weak yank does nothing to slow him down.
"love you so so much honey I'm sorry, I hate fighting with you i just want to make you feel good," he groans, his voice horse and slightly choking the collar digging into his neck as you tugged on the leash, not that he cared. the choking felt kind of nice.
"baby- ahh hah" you try to call out to him but as soon as you open your mouth the pointed tip of his big cock thrusts up into your g-spot making you feel so good it was almost painful, your vision went spotty and your mouth fell open in a broken moan. He was so big, fucking you so hard it felt like you were going to break. You were a vampire, you were practically titanium, and you'd never felt this powerless this man-handled before. certainly not with human lovers, but even other vampires had never fucked you the way this werewolf could.
"yeah did that feel good? does that mean you forgive me?" he whines? as if you were ever really mad at him it was hardly a fight, just a disagreement really, but he insisted on making it up to you and now here you were, on your back with your knees by your ears with a werewolf stuffing his fat cock inside of you, fucking you like he was trying to split you in half.
He pulls out of you and before you can even whine he's flipped you onto your hands and knees before pushing into you again. he snaps his hips forward making you cry out, this new position was so deep you swear you could feel him in your rib cage.
He reaches down and cups your face pulling your head up from the bed while he fucks you. "drink," he growls and presses his wrist to your mouth, you comply, sinking your sharp teeth into his vein. he groans at the pain and you groan at the taste of his warm blood spilling out into our mouth. a lot of it escapes, with the rough thrusts your mouth slips off his arm but he's more than happy to help readjust until you're drinking from him again keeping you full of him from both ends.
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make you mine
matt sturniolo
ę havenâs notes / when i canât figure out what to write i look at madison beerâs discography and get to work . also sorry if this lowkey doesnât make sense đ
ę genre / smutty smut
ę pairing / bestfriend!matt x fem!reader
ę warnings / first person pov, reader is a bit drunk, softdom!matt, bathroom sex, unprotected sex (donât raw dog it), praise, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, degrading if u squint, not proof read, and pet names (baby, princess, angel, sweetheart)
unfortunately, nick had finally convinced me to go to the new hottest new club in downtown LA. he had been yapping to me about it even before he turned 21. so when i told him i would go, he was super excited. but now here i was, sweating from the heat caused from everyone dancing and jumping around.
before the chaos happened, i was a few shots down, just enough for me to be a bit tipsy. since everyone was pushing, shoving, and dancing, i quickly got separated from nick and chris. the club was packed since a famous dj was performing, i didnât even know who he was anyway. but since it was so crowded i couldnât even take my phone out and call nick. it was honestly super overwhelming. i push through the girls in skimpy dresses and the boys with unbuttoned shirts that were both glistening in sweat until i finally reached somewhere i could take out my phone. my sticky back pressed against the wall as i click call on nickâs contact. i waited for a few seconds before i was sent straight to voicemail. âgreatâ i huff, putting my phone back in my tiny purse. i walk over to the bar that had a mini sort of line. âwhat can i get you?â the bartender asked me with a gentle smile. âiâll just get a beer.â i smile back as i hand her a $20 bill. âyou can keep the changeâ i say before grabbing the beer from her. i clicked it open as i look around the room, trying to see a familiar face. it didnât take me long before i saw matt standing awkwardly against a wall.
i knew matt hated loud club parties like this, i still canât figure out why he even came. i push and squeeze my way towards the brunette boy who had his hair sticking against his forehead. âmatt!â i say over the music as i finally got to him. âoh heyâ he smirked a little bit. âi canât find nick or chris, nick isnât responding my calls.â i say, standing next to him. âi canât find them either, can i get a sip?â he cocks his head towards the beer can in my hand. i hand him it and he basically drank almost everything. âmatt!â i giggle while slapping his chest gently and grabbing the can back. he laughed it off as i take a small sip. the blue, purple, and black flashing lights were almost blinding me, my eyes squinting a little bit to manage my vision. âi wanna leaveâ i sigh softly, feeling his arm swing around my shoulders. âme too.â he mumbled before grabbing the beer again and drinking the rest of it. âdude! you owe me $20.â i pout while taking the now empty can and shaking it around to hear nothing. âiâll pay you back soon sweetheartâ matt smiled while looking down at me. the beer and the shots already started making its effect on me, moving me from being tipsy to drunk. i smile shyly at him before i drag my attention back to the large amount of people. i didnât even know what i was looking for, my mind was blurry and my vision wasnât the best too. âwanna dance?â i ask him while tossing the empty beer can in the trash. he nodded with another soft smirk. âim down.â he replied, grabbing my waist and gently. matt pulled the both of us into the sort of middle of the club.
it was a bit spacious so we could dance freely. i spun around and i got surprised when matt grabbed my hips. since my mind was still fuzzy and i had no clue what i was doing, i decided to start grinding my ass on him. i could hear him laugh faintly as i did so. i look over at him from over my shoulder and smiled gently. i turn back around and before i knew it, he closed the space between us by kissing me. i didnât know how to react. i wouldnât say heâs a bad kisser, but heâs my bestfriendâs brother. i place my hands slowly on his face and i kiss him back gently. he pulls away for a second before looking down in my eyes. i giggle at him before leaning up to kiss him again. matt ran his hands down my body and stopped on my ass. âmattâ i mumble while pulling away. âwhat?â he smiled back at me. âcan we go to the bathroom?â i say softly, but loud enough for him to hear me clearly. he nods rather eagerly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder to protect me as he pushed through the large groups of people. we got to the bathroom, which was gender neutral so that was perfect. as soon as matt closed the door he quickly placed his lips on mine again. my tongue grazed over his bottom lip lightly before he took my tongue into his mouth. we could still hear the faint music in the back but our heavy breathing masked over it. thankfully, the bathroom wasnât disgustingly dirty, it was very clean surprisingly. his hands ran up and down my body while he struggled to find the zipper of my dress. âwaitâweâareâgonnaâdoâthisâhere?â i ask in between kisses. he pulled back slowly. âwould you rather do it in the car?â he asked while tilting his head to the side. âim good.â i giggle before i went back to kissing him. my body pushed against him and my hands guided his to my zipper. he eagerly pulled the zipper down and put my dress to my torso.
âso pretty.â he whispered while trailing soft kisses along my neck. i paw at his shirt that had the first two buttons already undone. he pushes me back against the bathroom sink that had a small counter. matt helped me take off my panties and he put the small article of clothing in his back pocket. he pushed the small zipper of his jeans down before he unbuttoned them. i watch him in awe as he pulled his jeans to his mid thigh. he grabs my hips and turns me around gently so im now looking at ourselves in the mirror. he slowly pulled down his boxers, i felt his tip slap my pussy lightly. he runs the tips of his fingers through my glistening core. i shiver to the feeling, making him giggle a bit. âall worked up already?â he taunted. i nod slightly, still watching him from the mirror. he aligned his tip with my entrance and easily slipped in. i whine a bit as i adjust to his size, he planted a small kiss on my shoulder as i did so. after another minute or so, he started to move his hips against my ass slowly. i til t my head back slightly so he could place his chin on my shoulder. mattâs tattooed arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me in place. âlook at you, taking your bestfriendâs brother so well.â he cooed in my ear as i clam around his cock tightly. my jaw goes slack to his slow but sharp thrusts. i moan out a small âfuckâ under my breath, my head falling forward in pleasure.
matt used his free hand and pulled my hair up in a makeshift ponytail, forcing myself to look up into the mirror. âwant you to see yourself getting fucked.â he whispered softly, his arm wrapped around my waist moving down to toy with my clit. i let out a choked out moan as i felt him in my stomach basically. my eyes flutter shut to the overwhelming pleasure. his hips snapped harder against my ass now, my velvety walls squeezing around him perfectly like a glove. âmmh fuckâ i whimper, my face contorted from how good he was making me feel. the brunette boy groaned softly in my ear as his tip kissed that sticky patch that sent me right over the edge. my knees buckle, struggling to keep me up from standing. his slender digits continued to toy with my sensitive bundle of nerves that made me whimper nonstop. the small bathroom filled with the sounds of my pussy suctioning his cock and my pathetic little squeaks, mixed with the faint loud music coming just from right outside. âdoing so good fâme angel.â he moaned softly. ââm close.â i whisper from under my breath as his pace starts to fastened. âyou can last a little longer fâme, right baby?â he whispers into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe slightly. i nod quickly, not really sure how much longer i could last.
âi need words princessâ he groans quietly, making me let out another choked moan. âyesâ i say breathlessly as he let go of my hair. âatta girl.â he hummed, both of his hands resting back on my hips. i saw him look down in awe at the recoil of my ass hitting his pelvis, just for him to start thrusting more sloppily into me. âmmhh can i cum? pleaseââ i beg as we make eye contact from the mirror. âhmmâ he hummed gently, just to taunt me a bit more. âalrighttt, cum for me sweetheart.â he laughed cockily. my lower abdomen muscles tightened as the pit in my stomach quickly disappeared. i came on his cock but, he didnât stop. my eyebrows knit together from the slight overstimulation i was receiving. ââm almost there.â he grunted under his breath. before i knew it, he stopped his hips deep inside of me, painting my gummy walls white. he panted softly before pulled out, letting the mixture of our cum start oozing out of me. âi told you i would pay you back.â matt teased as he reached over to grab some toilet paper to clean me up. âdidnât expect you to pay me like this.â i laugh at him while i start to fix up my hair.
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SL*T HIM OUT !
a/n: sometimes it doesnât hurt to be more of a freak than ur man is...! im sorry to the babies who voted 4 fluffy sugu. also not tagging bc this intro is alr so damn long đ
warnings: soooo filthy, lots of dirty talk, freaky!reader, modern au!gojo, online voyeurism / exhibitonism. implied cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, light spanking (like once), gojoâs friends listen in, reader calls geto, m! masturbation (gojo), cult leader!geto, public sex (in front of his cult), clit stimulation, exhibitionism, power play (?), pussy slaps, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), exhibtiionism as well, oral (m receiving), handjob, semi-public sex (in a car), cum shot, implied creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, brief daddy kink @ the end (nanami), lie back oral (m receiving, basically an upside down bj lol), deep-throating, face-fucking, fingering, clit stimulation, spitting (in TOJIâs mouth!), cum eating (toji), n*sfw under the cut
âś GOJO
gojo thought his best friend and him were truly nasty people, exchanging videos of fucking their sneaky links, lewd photos of his cock in some chickâs mouth and sharing hookups between themselves several times, but when gojo had gotten together with you, itâs like the only time heâs got one-upped by someone repeatedly.
you, with your bright, blinding smiles and kind disposition being such a filthy slut behind closed doors. gojo can hardly hold in his moans as he tries to focus on the game in front of him, but you decided that cockwarming was too much of a waiting game that youâre disobeying your boyfriend and moving your hips.
��fâ fuck, angel, didnât you p-promise?â heâs already felt your cunt clench around him too many times for him to be saying stupid shit like that and itâs clear heâs not even following his own rules when his hips jerk up from his gaming chair and into your dripping cunt. itâs leaking so much heâs sure he needs to change the covers of it, soaking his cock and balls that thereâs a wet patch of your juices under him.Â
âyouâre moving too, though,â you click your tongue with a grin, not caring about his friends on the game with him as you bounce fully, now. âj-jusâ canât resist my boyfriendâs fat cock, now, can i?âÂ
gojo swears lowly at the praise and by now his control over his character in the game is lost to pleasure, too intoxicated with how your cunt squelches around his length and his hands leave his controller to cup your ass. his hips are meeting yours in shorter, desperate thrusts.
âwâ wanna call, suguru, baby?â youâre whining into his neck and you can feel the brief nod; he was never opposed to your whorish ways, hearing the receiver pick up almost immediately and getoâs face comes on his display: shocked, half hard already and bothered.
âstretchinâ this pussy out sâmuchâ mmhââ you turn back momentarily to give geto on the video call a drunk smile and a wave, interrupted by gojoâs harsh smack on your ass and a loud moan falls from your lips when he snaps his hips into yours, stark blue eyes trained on your cockdrunk face.
âwhoâs making you feel this good, slut?â
a hand goes up to squeeze your cheeks together and in gojoâs peripheral vision he can already see geto stroking his cock. his friends are probably disgusting too, muting their mics and jerking off, but a dirty girl like you loves it, donât you?
âyâ you are, âtoruâ shit!â sat on gojoâs cock for too long makes you like this: crazed, filthy, and mixed in with getoâs impatient hand on his cock and gojoâs words in your ear? itâs not difficult to cum with âyes, yes, yesââs leaving your lips, back arching into gojoâs hand as he fucks you like a fleshlight, sloppy thrusts hitting you deeper and deeper in you, you swear you see heaven with tears lining the corner of your eyes when gojo shoots his long awaited cum right into your puffy pussy and gojoâs head dig hards unto his headrest.
but gojo knows you arenât done, moaning softly into his ears for you to turn him over and ways showing suguru what he canât have.
âlook at how much iâve bred my pretty girl, suguru,â getoâs eyes stay locked as his best friend tugs his cock out of you, cum spurting out in loads and staining your pussy white that itâs got him reaching his climax with a choked groan, hands squeezing ribbon after ribbon of cum out of his cock and you watch, entranced. gojo swears he feels you clench and he grins. âmaybe one day youâll see your cum seeping out of her, heh.âÂ
âś GETO
geto never liked humans â heâs made that much clear when he turned his back on jujutsu high and committed to his cause â but sometimes when pussyâs just too good, he canât help but fuck it once in a while, or in this case, every day since you loved it.
âthisâ f-fuckââ getoâs slamming into you from behind, both hands wrapped around your biceps so hard it might as well make marks, but you hardly care when it holds you up so well as you take his throbbing cock repeatedly. your bodyâs limp, letting him use you in front of his cult.
âthisâ is how you breedâ a cute little humanââ suguru struggles to speak through his thrusts, hardly focused on his followers watching with gaping mouths and possibly tents in their pants. gross men, they were, but he doesnât give one fuck knowing heâs the only one to have your pussy every single time. geto stays hypnotised by your dripping cunt sucking him in, clenching just as you lock eyes with one of his followers. âyou could be getting treatment like this butââ
âg-geto-samaâ harder, harder!â you whine when he yanks you up and hooks a hand under your knee. it drives him deeper into you easily, large cock reaching all the spots in you that you can feel your knee buckling. donât worry, getoâs got you perfectly, but he smiles when youâre spreading your legs more.
âbut youâre too busy being shitty fucking monkeys.â geto swears into your neck, robes removed hastily so he could have all of you and he switches positions again and carries you with both legs over his arms, shutting your pleas up for his cock by pulling your back against his chest and shoving him back into you from behind with a bit of your help.
youâre spread out like a buffet so nicely now, feet dangling lifelessly like a doll as his hips piston up into you from below and your praise falls from your mind for a moment. âsuguruâ sâdeep, gimme more, pleaseâ!â
he doesnât mind when youâre more than his worshipper in his quarters at night, muttering out a soft yeah? just for you to hear, fingers slapping your clit roughly and youâre jerking roughly, tongue lolling out and eyes rolled to the back of your head. itâs so hot, and suguruâs so strong, holding you up like this.
âthis is how real men fuck,â geto declares as dramatically as always, continuing to land smacks on your pussy before youâre tensing up and your head falls on his shoulder, squealing.Â
âcummingâ sugu! gânna cumâ haahâŚâ geto simply laughs when your body fully surrenders to him and youâre squirting all over the floor, juices littering the tatami mats and onto some of the faces of the followers, convulsing so much around his cock that heâs cumming soon after you, pumping you full just like the many times heâs done to you privately.
you feel him twitch in you and you donât mind the drool leaving everyoneâs mouths at that point, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips as you hear his praise against your lips â âthatâs a good whore, taking all my cum like an obedient cum dump.âÂ
âś NANAMI
nanami wasnât aware of your high sex drive when you first dated â so when youâre dragging him past the higher-ups and the many sorcerers into some random limousine and slamming him against the door, heâs pleasantly surprised, although not too pleased at gojo shouting into the open air how yeaaahh! nanamiâs getting some toniiighht!
sure, he mightâve been a little held back â he was never one for anything public, but feeling your hand tugging on his to rest between your legs and how your might not have worn underwear tonight, he was thinking he might need to do something about it.
but nanami is usually too afraid, so he willingly lets you pull him instead into one of the random limos outside the fancy gala venue. at this point thereâs too many sorcerers at the event that he isnât even sure who the driver escorted here, but it turns out to be one of tokyoâs, unknown of your current need to have nanami down your throat and up your pussy.
nanamiâs cheeks burn when the driver recognises his voice.
âah! nanami-san, back to jujutsu high?â
all the while, youâre yanking at his pants and pulling st his underwear, him torn between letting you do what you want and having some decorum in front of a junior. but youâre whispering against his half-hard cock, pressing light kisses on his leaking tip that maybe it isnât so bad succumbing to you sometimes.
âneeded your cock since i saw you in this suit, kentoâ mmfghââ youâre quick to descend on his dick, not caring if he was still hardening. that was your favourite part, feeling him stretch to his full size while still in your mouth, words a mere whisper that youâre grinning at the possibility of getting caught.
âshitââ nanami groans softly when you bob your head, thankful the partition was slid close and all cars for sorcerers are usually muffled pretty well for confidentiality (gojo requested it, god knows why) â because from here he can hear you slobber over him unforgivingly and noisily, not caring about consequences one bit.
âangel, you gotta be quieter⌠fuckkkâŚâ you lick a long stripe up his cock, his ears picking up on the way you play with yourself under your dress and nanami scoffs at how much audacity you had, pulling you off immediately and pushing you into the seats.
though, nanamiâs streak of confidence is lost once he feels his tip prod at your hole. he can feel you squeeze around him so tightly that you take over, collecting your slick easily by drawing his cockhead along your folds. itâs so disgusting and hot, hearing the slick squelch around before youâre pushing him into you and youâre letting out a drawn out moan.
âkentoooâŚâ
ânanami-san? everything okay?â
you giggle softly, shouting across to the driver, âeverythingâs well, tsugimo-san!â
âahhâ (y/n)-san, i was unaware you were here tooââ hips push back on his cock and nanami bites his lip so hard he tastes copper. youâre so wet you get right in, buried right up to the hilt, hissing softly at the way your ass ripples against him, âboring party huh?â
you laugh, âsoooo boring,â itâs disguised as a whine, moving your lower body back on nanami and itâs a wonder heâs able to stay so still in the vehicle â while heâs gotta praise tsugimo for driving so steadily, he thinks itâs because of his fear of getting caught that makes him so still and rigid.
the thrill is unlike any other, though, so he takes the chance, hooking both hands under your neck and pulling.
âsorry to hear that, (y/n)-san! well, rest up back there.â oh, poor tsugimo had no idea you were getting your guts arranged by your lover, head tipped back all the way while your back arches and your moans are shamelessly loud. nanami bullies his cock into you, too in love with your tight, pretty cunt as he tries to keep his grunts to a low.
âcâmon, câmon, câmon,â nanami rasps despite the loud pap! pap! pap! of his balls thatâs heâs convinced heâs going to get a warning letter tomorrow but at least heâll have this memory to jerk off to next time: your sweet cunt gushing around him, arousal giving away the racy things you were doing. he can feel his approaching high, the twitching of his cock obvious enough that you notice too until youâre forcing yourself off of him. nanamiâs a little disappointed in not being able to paint your insides white butâ
youâre skilfull (and excited) by the way youâre manoeuvring yourself onto the carpeted floor of the limo, pushing nanami that he falls back onto the leather seats and both hands wrap around his throbbing cock.
âgive me all your cum, kento,â you mumble, the two hands pumping him hastily straight up offensive as you fill the car with the slickest noises. tongue outstretched and your warm, soft hands moving at a steady pace has nanami cumming with a muffled groan and jolting hips, angry tip spurting so much semen into your mouth. your arms never stop, milking him dry as you suckle on his cockhead, slurping up the cum that threatens to spill out.
âmmhhâ sâmuchâŚâ it has your lover panting, watching you smother his seed along the bottom half of your face messily and he thinks maybe, maybe, this could be his second favourite place to cum on.
â...cum. need some more, daddy.â
âś TOJI
toji chuckles when you beg with another flutter of your eyelashes, simply leaving a soft peck on your lips and he drags you gently â a entire 180 from how how heâs got you on your back now, getting your pulse up from how his cock is past your face and reaches your throat.
âya sure you want this, baby?â
you roll your eyes, tugging on him and making him let out a soft groan, letting you have your way as you stroke him needily. youâve been wanting to have him down your throat while on your back for the longest time, wanting to feel that uncomfortable stretch of your jaw and getting his cockhead as deep as you could into your mouthâ
youâre already doing your own thing, swirling your tongue around tojiâs tip and playing with his balls, before you feel the other pump himself, spitting on his palm to get it wet just a little before easing himself into your throat. the stretch is delicious with how big toji is, seeing himself bulge in your throat by how deep you were taking him.
âohâ s-shit, thatâs it. mouth so fuckinâ warmââ you moan around his cock, mouth stuffed full and hands kneading at his thighs that he takes it as the green light to go. itâs slow, at first; heâs afraid to hurt you and yet youâre humming around him, gargling on his dick so dirtily that he canât help but thrust.
itâs a hundred times better than you going down on him normally, letting him fuck your mouth upside down. toji smiles when you guide his hand to your clit with no problem and as he leans forward he reaches the hilt in you. you whimper around him, the smile spreading into a sick grin as he rubs lazy circles upon your clit.
âmâslutty girl needs it that badly, hm?â toji accentuates each word with slaps against your pussy, already so wet from being in such a provocative position and having your boyfriendâs shaft in your mouth â toji laughs when he inserts his fingers and your hips buck up, while his never falters; heâs always been the best at masking how he felt.
toji moans at the way you gurgle on his cock, slipping out momentarily to let you breathe. itâs nice seeing you so slutted out, drool dripping down your face paired with a grin. you spit on him from below, stroking his cock for a bit before heâs back in your mouth. you clamp down on his fingers when he starts to set an relentless pace, slamming into your mouth while needy moans send vibrations up his body.
âtakinâ me like a good lil girl, arenât ya?â toji swears lowly at the way his fingers disappear into you, both holes of yours filled to the brim. âgânna cum, doll.â
your forearms close around his thighs, head falling off the edge of the bed as you hollow your cheeks even more and breathe through your nose. his hips are turning sloppy and loose now, losing its pace altogether as he ruts into your warmth.
âtake my load down your throat, babyâ f-fuckââ itâs abrupt when toji cums, thighs pulled taut under your hands and his hips still. his fingers also lose control, hand cupping your cunt instead as ribbons of his cum flood your throat. youâre swallowing part of it, popping his cock out of your mouth and turning over onto your knees.
the sheer size of toji always excites you, towering over you but you ignore the throb of your pussy to shove your lips onto his, making him taste himself â itâs spit everywhere, leaking from the corners of your mouths and when you pull away thereâs a string of saliva connecting the both of you.
you simply thumb his bottom lip, the familiar scar running against the pad of your thumb and toji only slyly smiles, opening his mouth willingly. heâd never let anyone do this, but you gather a glob of saliva and spit it into his mouth, a mixture of cum and drool and toji just fucking loves how lewd you are.
âthanks, mama,â toji lands a playful slap on your ass and you giggle, âdoinâ so well, always.â
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Sundresses and breeding kinks
A/n: was too lazy to make a collage for this Iâm sorry đ
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: g!p Natasha, top!natasha, sub!reader, daddy kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, extremely rough sex, crying, degradation (sort of?)
Summary: Natasha breeds you. Thatâs it. Thatâs the summary.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon at the Romanoff household. You were cleaning the bathroom counters having been neglecting the task the whole week. Itâs not your fault! Seems like your wife wants to be balls deep inside you every second!
But of course, the task was interrupted by a certain redhead. âYour ass looks so good from here baby.â She commented, her eyes shamelessly ogling you.
You rolled your eyes ever so slightly and turned around. âNat, please let me continue cleaning. I havenât been able to get things done all week!â
The assassin just chuckled lightly as she walked towards you, caressing your face. âSuch a good little housewife huh?â
Your knees buckled. She knew how much you got turned on from being called her housewife. âI- um-â and you were already stuttering. Great.
Natasha walked closer to you, backing your up against the counter, her bulge touching your crotch. âIs it such a crime I want to fuck my wife all the time? I just canât get enough of her.â
âI love being fucked by you, Nat. But I canât be a housewife if I donât do any of my chores.â You chuckled.
âRight. Which is why you need a baby. We need a baby.â Your eyes widened at her words.
âA-a baby?â You asked. She began to grind against you. âYes. I want to breed you, detka. Cum so deep inside you that you forget who you are for a few seconds.â
You bit your lip, your core began to heat up. âIâd love that, daddy.â The use of the nickname got her even more hard if that was even possible. She growled lowly and smashed her lips to yours, squeezing your breasts as she did so.
âSo fucking pretty. All for me huh?â She asked with a teasing smile.
âAll for you daddy.â You moaned. She easily picked you up and carried you out of the en-suite and into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Immediately she lifted your dress up and pulled down your panties.
âSuch a pretty pussy.â She growled, before diving in and eating you out like a starved woman. You gripped her hair as she worked her tongue through your folds and up to your clit. You curled your toes as you got closer and closer to the edge.
âDaddy, Iâm gonna cum!â You moaned. âCum for me pretty girl.â Natasha spoke against your core sending vibrations throughout your body. You screamed as you squirted out you finish. Natasha groaned that that. She loves that youâre a squirter. Makes it ever the more fun.
âFucking love when you squirt baby. Makes it so fucking hot.â She groaned. She then straight up ripped your dress off groaning at the fact that you were wearing no bra underneath.
âNaughty girl.â She snickered, groping your tits, burying her face in between them. âI love these tits.â She groaned.
You felt her cock touch the inside of your thigh and you shifted ever so slightly. âHmm? You want this cock in your pussy? Want daddy to fill you up?â You nodded with tear filled eyes. âPlease daddy.â You whispered.
The redhead entered you with such ease and groaned at the fact. She began the fuck you harder than she ever had before, gripping your hips with such intensity that was definitely going to leave bruises the next morning.
She rolled her eyes back as she fucked you. You were both a moaning mess.
Suddenly she stopped. âTurn over, grip onto the headboard so I can ruin you properly.â Her words sent a shiver down your spine and you quickly complied, gripping onto the headboard.
The Russian smacked your ass as she plunged back into you, gripping your hips again and pounding into you fast. Your vision was blurry and your tits were bouncing like crazy as her cock hit your velvety walls again and again.
The only sounds in the room were those of skin slapping, moans, grunts, and the headboard shaking against the wall.
âDaddy!!!!â You cried as you reached your second orgasm, tears streaming down your face due to how rough she was being. But you loved it.
As if she already knew she growled, âCum around my cock baby. Iâm gonna spill my load inside you in just a few seconds. Fuck!â
You clenched and her and your vision went white for a moment as you felt pure ecstasy. That mixed with the feeling of her warm cum painting your walls made you weak and you practically fell face first onto the pillow.
Natasha was catching her breath behind you and pulled out, laughing at how you fell. âGuess I fucked my girl a little too hard huh?â
âNo, loved it daddy. Want it to happen again.â You muttered into the pillow and she surprisingly understood you.
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confession - trafalgar water d. law
a/n: sorry, i cant not call law "captain". its the same thing with luffy too, its just so hot đđđ fanfic is truly the only lawless time that i would be into some sort of power imbalance in a relationship, what happens on tumblr, stays on tumblr đđ
a/n: okay, not to like be the girl that pairs her fics with songs, but like... the second i finished proof-reading this i couldn't help but think of how well this fit: so here it is; hopefully you see the vision đđđ you can't tell me that song isn't law coded as hell đ
nothing but fluff here đ
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when law first asked you to join the heart pirates, he never intended to fall for you. in fact, he actively tried to not fall for you.
it wasn't because there was anything wrong with you. you were everything he wanted and more, but he didn't want to be in a relationship. he didn't know how to be, if he was ready for one, how to be a boyfriend. he knew this, at yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.
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when you first joined the heart pirates, initially you thought that the captain regretted even asking you to join. you always felt his watchful gaze following you. even when he wasn't around, you could still feel the burn of his intense hazel eyes on your skin. it became difficult for you to even look at law without blushing slightly, feeling a bit intimidated by him, but also intrigued.
so when he asked you for help organizing the files and loose papers in his office, you instantly agreed. party because you hoped that if you did a good job, you would prove to the captain that you were competent and a good choice to be on his crew, and partly because you held the tiniest bit of hope that this could be an opportunity to get to know him more.
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okay, so, maybe you were wrong. maybe this was a bad idea. i mean, you can't say no to the captain's orders, but also. this was painfully awkward. at least for you it was. you had been going through the loose papers on law's desk with minimal guidance from him. he sat on the opposite side, engrossed in work.
once the mess of papers on his desk were somewhat figured out, you moved them to a separate (just as cluttered) table in his office to set the down on while you gather other papers scattered around the room. even now with your back turned, you could feel law's hazel eyes following you as you moved around his office.
you hurriedly grabbed the other miscellaneous papers, bringing them to the secondary table, where you then decided to take a seat and really sort through them all, carefully scanning their content to determine how you should file them.
it wasn't until a good half an hour in, that you uncovered an open book buried beneath the papers. you make note of the page it is opened on, holding a finger in place there, as you turned to look at the cover.
"i didn't know you were reading this series law! it's one of my favorites! how are you liking it?" law glanced up from his work, looking to see what book you were talking about. with a scoff, he suddenly seemed to perk up a bit, which was the most excitement you'd ever seen displayed from the captain. "fuck, i've been looking for that book for seven months, every island we stopped at that had a bookstore was always sold out. i've been wondering how it ends for ages now."
"it's my all time favorite in the series, the ending was amazing! i wouldn't mind rereading the whole series just to read that book again.... im glad i could find it for you!" you replied, with a wide smile.
law quietly stood up, leaving his desk to walk over to the bookcase beside it. he grabbed the very first book of the series. as he walked over to you, he paused right in front of you for a second, as if contemplating what he was about to do before offering the first volume to you in exchange for the copy you had found of the third volume. with his gruff and quiet voice, he announced "the office can get organized another day, wanna read for a bit?"
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true, law was always intrigued by you, from the very second he met you. but pure intrigue had instantly shifted to attraction the second he looked up at you holding the "lost" copy of the book he had been obsessed with. it was to his surprise that you too had also read this series, and loved it.
before he could even process what was happening he heard the words "the office can get organized another day, wanna read for a bit?" slip out of his mouth. and the instant wide smile that shined on your face after he did make him so glad he had said it.
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it wasn't too long after that first day organizing law's office that the two of you made it a plan to read together. quiet and dark evenings in the captain's office, spent in comfortable silence and the the frequent ambient sound of page turning as the two of you read and reread some of the best moments in your beloved book series.
as you both continued to make progress with the novels each night, the more you noticed the utter charm of the captain. his toned, tan, tattooed chest, his messy dark brown hair, his piercing eyes as the scanned the words on the page in front of him.
you two had grown comfortable in each other's presence, and even began to prefer it to being alone. this small routine being the only time you guys got to spend together alone, becoming an honored custom.
but you couldn't help but hope for more from the captain...
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law had a hard time vocalizing his feelings. this was something he always knew, but didn't quite have to face the reality of until he was sitting alone in his dark office, waiting for you to show up for your usual nightly reading date, but as the clock ticked by he began to give up hope.
his jealousy bubbled to the surface when he walked into the common room to be greeted with you.... hanging out with shachi, penguin, and bepo, cuddled up next to the soft polar bear mink during a movie night with the crew. what bothered him the most, wasn't the obvious sitting right in front of him, but the fact that he was the one who let it happen. its not like you knew that he'd been harboring feelings for you, he never said anything. but that was about to change.
snuggled into the warm fur of your mink friend, you didn't even notice the law's quiet whispers across the common room "room... shambles."
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in an instant, you were suddenly in law's office. instead of your head being buried into the soft white fur of navigator of the heart pirates, instead your cheek was laying against the soft warm bare chest of the captain. finally adjusting to your surrounds, you startle a bit "captain.. what the hell is going-"
his arms tighten their grasp around your body, keeping you pressed against him. "sorry... i just.. i couldn't stand watching the two of you that close anymore..." he explained, his voice gruff and somewhat defiant, as if it was a sign of weakness and vulnerability to come clean about the way he feels. "i just.... i was waiting for you tonight.."
you softly began to explain the situation "im so sorry, bepo and the gang dragged me to movie night before i could make it to your office" with side of your face pressed against law's bare chest, you could feel his heart racing, he was much more nervous than he let on. and you, feeling proud of him for being able to vocalize his feelings this far, you decided to make it a bit easier for him when you reply "if you wanted me, captain... all you had to do was ask.."
you could feel him bury his face into your hair, and for a moment he just sat there, holding you, soaking it all in, before he lets out the smallest whisper, just barely loud enough for you to hear, as if he's so afraid to say his wish out loud, like doing so would make it disappear "please be mine?"
you lifted your head up, bringing a hand to the side of his cheek, before you reply "consider me all yours, captain."
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a/n: i may have written the end of this fic before the beginning, so just roll with it if the flow is kind of weird at the end đđ idk how much longer i can stare at my laptop writing this đ
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no bc like. in my old fandom thereâs a character who carries measuring tape around. because he needs exact measurements to use his cloning ability. and i vividly remember MULTIPLE PEOPLE trying to convince me that it never said that he needs measurements and he just needs to remember what they look like. why the fuck would he measure people then. i deserve financial compensation for having my time wasted
#talking tag#its so hard to not correct someone when you know the facts đ#and dont even say âwell heâs mentally unstableâ because. thatâs. ableism lol#ah well those are the same people who wouldnât listen to me when i said that the way they were talking about vision disabilities was making#me uncomfortable. sorry i donât think life altering experiences that you NEVER HAD HAPPEN arenât your thing to joke about i guess
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please please please need a part two of the fight blurb đ what happens next đđđ
should i make it into a full fic omg?? maybe?? lol
but on the real, i think that he would have to take a leave from the restaurant, which truthfully, everyone needed. this is just what broke him. the one time he actually tries to deal with his shit and not just blow up, get embarrassed, try to make it up, and repeat the cycle with no real change. i mean, you took his babies? anchovy and teddy. you're not returning his calls. richie, fak, and sweeps are alternating wellness check watches because they're terrified he's going to hurt himself, especially after the way he spiraled when he found your wedding ring.
he knows where you're at. he managed to become technologically savvy all of a sudden and figured out how to see your location, that you shared with him when you first started dating. fak wouldn't let him take his car. richie had put him on a full blown "psych ward type shit" lockdown until he "got his shit together, cousin".
"richie said-"
"-richie's a fuckin' moron, give me my fucking keys, fak!"
"carmen," fak frowns. "i-i can't."
so carmen walked. he walked to sugar and pete's house. nearly an hour walk through chicago. smoking so much he felt sick.
pete answered the door, face falling as soon as he saw carmen.
"carm, h-hey, man-"
"-where is she?" carmen wasn't interested on any sort of small talk, tunnel visioned to get to you.
"uh, i-i don't-"
"-pete, i really don't want you to fuck with me right now, alright." carmen took a deep breath, throat burning with tears. "i need to see- i-i need to see her pete." he couldn't bring himself to even say your name.
a tiny meow came from behind pete, anchovy skippering towards carmen with bright eyes, tail raised. it made carmen's jaw clench, tears blurring his vision. he knew you had to be close by. looking at the time, you were probably feeding teddy, maybe putting her down for a nap. he should have been more considerate, came later in the day, carmen thought.
pete looked at the cat, down the hall, then back at carmen. "carm..." pete hesitated, gripping the door, letting it shut gently, shielding something behind him. "you know i can't."
"what the fuck? pete that's- just let me in." anger surged through carmen's chest, trying to swallow it down. all he'd been was angry. angry and sick and distraught, a never ending cycle for weeks, just amplified by your leaving.
"you want to get her back? quit actin' like a goddam baby." richie sneered one night, just days ago, when carmen was especially awful and mean. "quit actin' like this isn't your fuckin' fault. like you didn't do this to yourself. take some fuckin' accountability, grow the fuck up, and get your motherfuckin' shit together. and maybe-maybe you'll get your family back."
carmen turned, running a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. keep himself from crying, from screaming, from pushing pete down and running back there so he could see you himself- throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness.
"pete, please? please?" carmen's voice wobbled, breaking gently. "please l-let me talk to her. just let me- let me tell her i'm sorry. don't-"
"-carmen?" sugar's voice came from behind pete. her face dropped, different than pete's, her's was angry. "what the fuck are you doing here?"
"why do you think i'm here, natalie? huh?-"
"-oh, you've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here." natalie sneered, pulling the door open and stepping out. "pete, go inside."
"nat-"
"-i got it." natalie hissed, eyes narrowing at carmen. she waited until pete left, shaking her head at him. "you should be fucking ashamed-"
"-i am-"
"-mortified." sugar continued. "do you know what i came home to the other night? i came home to pete taking care of your baby because your wife came here sobbing- sobbing, because you screamed at her? what the fuck is wrong with you? huh?"
"i don't know." carmen's voice was tight, fighting a tremble. "i-i don't fuckin' know. i didn't- i-i didn't mean-" a tear fell, the final crack in his demeanor. carmen wasn't sure how he had tears left, how he could sob anymore. yet here he was, on his sister's porch, tears flowing again.
sugar didn't comfort him, didn't move, just watched him through glaring eyes. "please let me s-see her. let me se-ee teddy, sugar, don't-don't keep my kid from me-"
"-i'm not keeping your kid from you." sugar snapped. "i didn't take teddy away. you know who did? you. you did carmen."
carmen flinched, he knew it was true but it still stung. "i know you don't remember dad very well, but you're acting just like him." sugar sneered.
"and before you try and come up with an excuse-"
"-i-i'm not-"
"-i want you to know, that every day. every single fucking day, there's days i want to drink myself to sleep. that mj or maggie make me want to pull my hair out and scream, or pete does something that infuriates me, but you know what i don't do?" sugar stepped towards carmen, arms still crosses. "i don't yell at them, i don't drink myself incoherent, i don't fucking act like mom or dad because i know how that felt." sugar jabbed a finger in her chest, eyes holding carmen's gaze intensely.
"i know how that fucked me up, i know how it fucked them up, how it fucked you and mikey up too- how it fucked everything in our fucking life up!" natalie laughed humorlessly. "and the last thing, the very last thing i would want, is to do that to pete, to my kids, to anyone."
carmen felt sick and yet eerily calm all at once. his chest was tight, he was sure he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't stop listening. a damning realization- a shameful one.
"you need to make up your mind, right here, right now, before you see anyone else." natalie stepped back towards the door. "you need to decide if you're going to continue to be a selfish piece of shit, or if you're going to change. and i can tell you, change is uncomfortable- it's not easy. you have to fight for it every single day. but i would rather do that than not have my family."
she looked down at carmen, twisting the knob. "you decide that, then maybe- maybe you can see them." carmen flinched at the door slamming behind her, not moving from his place on the porch, head in his hands.
fak showed up nearly an hour later, wide eyed and rambling about "how the fuck did you just leave? i was playing ball buster and-and then you're gone-"
carmen ignores him, sliding into the car slowly. "carmen?"
"you uh," carmen's voice is hoarse, staring straight ahead. "you said that, uh, that richie's got.... got someone for me to talk to?"
fak blinks, nodding slowly. "the therapist? yeah-"
"-take me there." carmen looks over at sugar's house. he isn't sure if it's his imagination or not, but for a moment he swears he can see you, peeking through the blinds.
"a-are you ok?" fak is worried, a little rattled at the sudden change. especially since carmen had been so adamant about not seeing "your stupid fuckin' therapist, richie, clearly she's no fuckin' good because look at you! you're still fucked up!" carmen's enraged words from days ago.
"no," carmen admits, throat swelling with a growing lump. "but, uh, i-i wanna be." he admits quietly, looking over at fak. "i gotta get my shit together, fak. i-i gotta be better for them."
fak doesn't deny it, doesn't console him. just goes quiet with a nod, driving away. carmen watches sugar's house disappear in the rearview, his heart aching, breaking, but he knows natalie is right. he knows he'll be back once he's better, that he has to be better. for teddy. for you. for your family.
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Burdened â L. Howlett
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader
Summary: Based on this request!!!!
CW/Tags: not proofread bc I literally finished this at 5am đ, Logan is an ASS, a lot lot of feelings, lowk heavy angst I THINK, no use of Y/N, don't like don't read.
A/N: @rambosgirl Ily girlie I really enjoyed writing this :33 I AM SO INSANELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!!!!!! Also while writing the ending of this my Spotify Smart Shuffle fucking played First Love/Late Spring by Mitski and I swear it knows how fitting it is bro wtaf ok LAST statement but like this is my first 1K+ word fic are you guys proud of me :33 I'm starting this at like 3am so don't bully me if the ending doesnt' make sense ok byeeeeeeeee
WC: 1.6K (get comfy guys) / Navigation
It was unnecessarily irritating. And frankly really, really fucked up.
Anytime you turned your back from a seemingly butterfly-inducing interaction with Logan, you found him all over Jean as if he wasnât just chatting you up four minutes ago.
Jean Grey wasâfrom what youâve surveyed over your time at the mansionânot really phased, despite her somewhat established relationship with Scott. She was intelligent and good-natured, flashing you sickeningly sweet smiles in the corridors and occasionally complimenting your outfits as if hers werenât twice as stunning.
But every time you spotted Logan gazing down at her with the look you thought heâd reserved for your eyes only, the image of perfection the redheaded telepath had materialised in front of you dissipated like a glass of ice left to liquefy under the scorching sun.
Because she never pushed him away, and she was so clearly inevitably attracted, whether she displayed it or not. It was virtually written all across her sharp features, and you knew the same was scripted all over your own when speaking to Logan.
That dip your heart made every time you saw the twoâs chemistry from afar; it wasn't just blatant jealousy.Â
It was deeper.
It was nastier.
It clung to your insides like a weight you couldn't possibly shake off. The constant sense that you were just a swift distraction, a momentary diversion from the real object of his desire.Â
It ate you up from the inside out and exhausted you to no end.
When Storm or Rogue cautiously approached you and tried to console you, you shrugged it off as if it was some uncomplicated highschool sweetheart drama. They knew damn well it wasnât. Your conflicting feelings for Logan were gradually making you lose yourselfâ your well-built dignity. You were slowly but surely morphing into someone you didnât even recognise. Someone who accepted being second best without any contemplation.
All for a man who was immortal. All for someone who presumably considered you a fleeting paragraph in his primitive life while he was an entire novel in yours.
You wantedâ needed to locate yourself in the vast body of water which was your feelings. You needed your sense of self-worth to reappear by a miracle, nevertheless, you knew it would take immense time and exertion to track it back down.
But in a wretched attempt to do so, you settled on a fairly elaborate plan and started disregarding each one of Loganâs advances. Suddenly, you conveniently had somewhere else to be every time he approached, you pulled back and overlooked his easy smiles along with the playful banter you practically used to feed off of.
At first, it felt as if you were reclaiming some of your power, spotting his perplexed looks in your peripheral vision as you wandered off to God knows where. But of course, everything you did came back to bite you in the ass. If anything, it only made the truth clearer. He barely even noticed, and if he did, he didnât give a single shit.
And Jean? She remained unbothered, untouchableâ flawless, even. You were the mastermind of this whole game, yet you were the only one losing.
After a particularly humiliating stretch of witnessing Logan and Jeanâs shared giggles and stolen looks from across the table, you ultimately found your resolve. Alcohol really was liquid courage, because after a few drinks and several stabs of food, you closed in on them lounging on the couch post-meal.Â
Loganâs bare arm was extended across the back of the grimy cushions behind Jean like some kind of cheesy rom-com, cowlicks a prominent silhouette against the weak flickering of the television. But no matter how much you resented themâ her, you would never even come by the opportunity to be in the redheadâs position.
âHowlett,â you enunciated, voice sharp enough to slice through the ambient noise like a shard of glass.
Howlett. No other soul could call him that without repercussions. Aside from you. That was why you felt so unique, so distinct from the others, that was the crumb of specialty you were desperately clinging on to.
He shifts to glance over his shoulder, a spark of recognition igniting within him at the sound of your voiceânot missing the shred of urgency concealed beneath it. âHm? What's up?â
You hesitate with your next words, intently but subtly taking in his scruffy features in the dimmed lighting for what felt like it could be the final time. Because after this, you knew for a fact neither one of you could view each other in the same way. You were the one who let him under your skin, you were the one who had to tear him out, and it unfortunately was an agonisingly slow process.
âWe need to talk.â
Four words. Yet, it still gave you the sensation of several weights placed upon your back; the unavoidable impending argument, manipulation spat right into your face, and the most dreaded of all, how circumstances would be after tonight.
His expression stiffened mildly as he reluctantly got up from the couch, aged leather groaning beneath his weight. The sensation of Jean abruptly invading the back of your mind was extremely unsettling and even though she appeared unphased, she, without a question, detected your abnormal uneasiness and was gingerly flicking through your thoughts.
Which was apprehensive, to say the least.
Logan fell into step with you as you departed from one of the many doddering living rooms, proceeding to a more secluded space nearing the obnoxious stairs in front of the grand entryway, mansion almost bizarrely silent with all the kids asleep. Jean wasnât in your head anymore, but she undoubtedly already knew your objectives to the script.
You halted and so did Logan, weight finding its position set upon the auburn wood of the stairs.Â
He eyed you with undivided attention. Your stomach threatened to do a fucking flip despite the conditions, the look nearly making you scrap all of this and go right back to being his side piece regardless of the anguish it put your mind through. But you dug your heels in, the clearing of your throat echoing sharply off the vacant walls.
You square your shoulders and tilt your chin up boldly, aiming to stand your ground. âWhat the hell am I to you? Because from what I see and a whole lot of other people do, Iâm just an afterthought. Filler for the gaps Jean left open. Care to elaborate on that, Howlett?âÂ
He sighed, glancing at the wall behind you as if he was already fed up. âItâs not like that, bub. Youâre makinâ it bigger than it is.â
Your blood scorched at the casual dismissal. Your voice inevitably rose but doesnât go over a whisper, âDonât patronise me, Logan,â you scoff. âIâm not some stupid kid with a stupid crush, so donât let your ego get out of hand. Iâve watched you get all up on her, and then come to me when sheâs got a class. Do you even fucking hear yourself?âÂ
His jaw stiffened, his own frustration growing. âYou really think itâs that easy? I never asked you to get involved. You know how it is with me and her. You donât get how fucked my life is, itâs your own fuckinâ fault things got messy.â
âYeah, yeah. Go sulk somewhere else, I donât give a shit how crappy your life is. It doesnât take much to be a decent fucking human!â mutant, whatever. Iâm not gonna let you come crying to me when things donât work out with Jean. Iâm worth more than that. You canât see that, itâs your damn problem, not mine.â
He was visibly trying to find his footing, and you took it as an opportunity to carry on, âItâs not my fault this got sloppy. You canât just invite a woman for a nice drive and end up throwing her out the door a moment later. You knew damn well what you were doing to mââÂ
âYou donât know what I gotta deal with every day. Itâs difficult. I never wanted it to get like this. You were the one overthinkinâ it.â
You shook your head forcefully, exasperation boiling over. âI donât give a fuck, Loganâ stop hiding behind that, you donât even remember half of your damn life! Itâs not messy, itâs cruel. Iâve had my own trouble, but I donât use it as an excuse to hurt people who care about me. Donât put all of it on my back.â
He opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off. âDonât. Donât say anything. Iâve dealt with you for half my time here. Iâve had enough of your bullshit.â A flash of remorse graced his eyes but it didnât do a thing.Â
âIâm not your backup plan. Iâm not waiting for you to look at me the way you look at Jean. I deserve someone who doesnât just act like they give a shit. Iâve made my choice and youâve made yours. Iâm done. Goodnight, Howlett.â
With a harsh turn of your heel, you walked away with a heavy heart. But your head was clear for the first time in months, your shoulders were lighter, and the clarity you felt nearly blew your veins out. It would be painstakingly tough to face him tomorrow morning, but you knew you would get over it eventually.
Also i just realised in the morning Washing Machine Heart works WAYYy better but it's whatever I guess đŽâđ¨
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OBEY ME! Dateables x Reader
One night, out of nowhere, you started to feel an ache all over your little sheep body. It got worse and worse and you were just about to call for help, until your vision got surrendered by smoke! Once you opened your eyes again you⌠were turned back into your human form!
Characters: ă°â˘[ Solomon , Simeon , Diavolo , Barbatos...]â˘Â°ă
Summary: ă°â˘[ Sheep MC turns back into human... ]â˘Â°ă
Warnings: ă°â˘[ Simeon , Barbatos' part contains suggestive themes...Also Simeon's part contain a spoiler from lesson 76, sorry to anyone who got spoiled đ]â˘Â°ă
âOh no.â
âWhat do you mean âOh noâ?â you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at the shady magician. His face contained a frown, making you confused, âNot happy that I turned back into human?â
â...Are you happy that you turned back into humanâŚ?â Now he sounded confused too, âI thought you might be sad considering when you were a sheep no one expected you to walk long distances, cook meals, or clean. And you were always carried by one of the brothers, weren't you?â he sighed, making you realize how much attention he paid to your sheep form. He was right, people let you off the hook more easily when it come to chores. After all, you were small, and had no fingers, but the downside was that you were small and had no fingers.
âYes, but both forms have their ups and downs⌠Being a sheep wasn't as fun as you seem to think.â
âMaybe I should turn myself into a sheep?â
â...What?â
âWell, I wouldn't mind being carried by you. I used to love carrying you around, you might like having me in your arms too.â he smiled, you didn't know what to think of his smile though. He doesn't seem to be actually interested in this topic, it was more like he was trying to hide something.
And yes, Solomon actually IS trying to hide something, nothing important, really. Just his jealousy. Like usual.
He noticed how people's eyes lingered on your form more after you turned back into human, and they always had this weird mesmerized look in their eyes whenever you walked by which made him furious. Only he is allowed to look at you that way. So maybe if he became a sheep and made you carry him around he could scare your new suitors? Played little harmless pranks on them?
âSolomon, please.â your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, âYou are fine the way you are. And I wasâŚreally looking forward to the day we could walk hand in hand.â
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Ah. He is sure he had the same mesmerized look on his face he was talking about.
Your warm hand enveloped his as he blindly followed you, not really caring where you are taking him, âI'm sure your sheep form would be very cute though.â you said with a smile which made him chuckle.
âHaha, yes, I think so too.â he looked at you with a faux innocence, âmaybe we can both turn into sheeps and run to the horizon hoof in hoof?â
âSolomon.â
(*** suggestive)
Simeon was sitting on the sofa in the Cocytus hall and browsing through his phone, more used to the technology now. However the calm atmosphere surrendering him disappeared when a sudden weight on his shoulder made him jump a little. He turned his head to see what it was to only find you resting your head on him.
You hummed, not looking sorry for scaring him at all, âSorry, did I scare you?â
âAh.â right, you weren't a cute little sheep anymore. You were in your human form, able to reach places, like his shoulders, âI forgot that you can reach my shoulders now.â he chuckled.
You joined in his laughter then let out a fake angry huff, âYou better get used to it.â
Simeon looked at you, unfortunately, he was only able to see a little bit of your face since your hair was in the way. It was a little upsetting that he couldn't see it fully but your hair tickling his jaw made his sadness quickly disappear. He sighed happily as he placed a hand on top of your head, âThen, perhaps you should spend more time with me to help me adjust quickly.â
â...So~ does that mean you prefer human me?â you said with a smirk as you looked up at him.
âHmmâŚI have to say, as a sheep you were very cute.â he mumbled innocently, but the teasing smile on his face said otherwise. However, it quickly became wobbly as soon as he saw your frown, âOf course, you are cute like this too.â he quickly added.
âI seeâŚNot âveryâ cute though, huh.â
âH-huh?â
He tried to meet your gaze as you stared at the floor, seemingly in deep thought. He hoped he didn't make you angry. Simeon opened his mouth to apologize only to find himself suddenly lying on his back. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and his cheeks warmed up as soon as your face came into view.
You got on top of him, body creating a shadow over him. How fitting, considering you do really bring dark thoughts in his mind.
âShall I give you different reasons to love this body, Simeon?â you said, voice calm maybe a little playful, it was nothing to be afraid of but for Simeon you were really intimidating at this moment. Even if he wasn't an angel anymore he still felt like he was about to get corrupted by you -again-. Which seems to make him embarrassingly more excited.
âYes⌠Please do.â he could only whisper, not really thinking straight. He shut his eyes and waited for you to do whatever you please with him.
Once you turned human the very first thing Diavolo did was laugh happily and offer you lots of, I mean, LOT OF clothes. Rambling to himself and not hearing your protests as he went around the shops to get even more, âMaybe this dress? Oh! This suit is made with such fine fabric too! And these shoes would go nicely with them! What do you think of these accessories- actually. We'll just take them all, please put it in the basket!â he chuckled.
âDiavolo, where would I even wear those?â you let out a tired sigh as you walked behind him, starting to miss your sheep form with how much walking you had to do. If you were a sheep, you could've just made him carry you in his armsâŚNow that you think about it, it's been a while since he⌠showed his affection physically. He was acting more like a sugar daddy instead. It's been so long since he hugged you that you were actually starting to miss his crushing hugs.
âCan you try these for me?â he turned around to give you the bags, inside of it was probably the clothes he was talking about, âI promise these are the last ones.â he said, sounding apologetic, probably noticing how tired you seemed. You just nodded and went into the cabin. Once you were done, you stepped out. Only to be greeted by Diavolo's sparkling eyes and huge smile, âJust as I thought, it looks great on you!â
You were kind of getting nervous at this point, he was really starting to act like...a stranger, âUhm, you think so?â
âYes, it can stay on you if you want. Let me just go and pay-â
âDiavolo, why are you trying to dress me up?â you decided to finally question him, at first it was a nice way to spend time with him, no matter how tired shopping was actually getting, but nowâŚ
âDo you thinkâŚI look ugly? Is that why you are dressing me up in expensive clothesâŚ?â
âWhat?!â you have never seen Diavolo look this horrified, âOf course not- I- No, that's⌠Did I seem like that?â he sighed, âLoveâŚI apologize deeply. I was just really excited. After seeing your human form I just couldn't help but imagine how you would look like in different clothes, but there are just objects to make your beauty shine more, nothing else.â his warm hands grabbed yours, giving them a little squeezed as he gazed into your eyes.
You were starting to feel a little bit okay, but still wanted to tease him as a punishment. So you crossed your arms and huffed, âAnd you've been acting a lot distant too! Everytime I try to hug you you are running off to somewhere, very rude!"
He chuckled when he noticed how you were playfully scolding him, âOh dear. I didn't even notice. Looks like seeing you like this, really did make meâŚâ he suddenly stopped, eyes locked into yours as his cheeks slowly darkened. Diavolo turns his head, âAs I was sayingâŚâ he mumbled, voice shaky, âI'll be sure to act more carefully.â
âThat isn't what I wantâŚâ you sighed, frowning. Seems like the future king is still unable to understand your requests, âI don't want you to act more carefully, I want you to act like my lover.â
âOh!â
âNow, give me a hug?â
âOf course!â
(*** suggestive)
Barbatos is someone who prefers to stand back and observe people, hence why you didn't see him much after you turned. Only after everyone had their moment and talk with you did he come to you, and even then it still a very short interaction. He smiled and said, âI'm happy for you.â with his usual charming smile on his face when⌠talking to people. However, you were hoping for more from him. Especially with something like your outer appearance. You wanted to see him become surprised with your appearance or something, like those cheesy clichĂŠ scenes in romance movies.
âReality can be really disappointingâŚâ you mumbled as you watched Barbatos cook dinner.
âHm? Where is this coming from? You sounded a lot like Leviathan just now.â he didn't turn around, continuing to stir the pot.
âBarbatos, do you ever get surprised or embarrassed?â you asked without thinking, but guessed it would be fine since he won't understand what you are talking about anyway. Just a random question. Yeah. Nothing weird about that.
âI do, of course.â he put away the spoon, finally turning to you, âI do getâŚSurprised. From lot of things.â
âReally? That's hard to believeâŚâ you muttered to yourself, âLike what?â
âYou.â he smiled.
âMe??â you almost fell from your chair, maybe your appearance really did affect him but he was good at hiding? âUhm⌠Why?â
Barbatos tipped his head to the side as he closed his eyes and smirked, âJust the way you act. Your personality. And how you overcome difficulties.â the way he said it seemed soâŚpolite and kind. Which made you weirdly annoyed since you already heard something like this from him. However, you shouldn't get frustrated at him for that...
âIâŚâ you tried not to sigh, âAppreciate it.â
âAnd how you are seeking my compliments is also very surprising.â
âI- wait, what??â
He chuckled, appearing in front of you in a blink of an eye. Giving you no time to gather yourself, âThe brothers, the angels, other demons, and even the Demon Lord... They all complimented you but here you are sulking because I didn't say anything about your human form?â he leaned in closer, taking his gloves off and placing his hands on your cheeks. His sudden warm touch on your cheeks surprising you as he held your face. Without his gloves it was strangely very⌠Intimate.
The feeling of one of them sliding from your cheek, to your jaw and slowly to your hand to bring it to his lips is even more exciting, âI can't say I dislike it.â he whispers, his breath tickles your skin which causes your whole body to shiver as his piercing eyes look into yours, âIf you are curious about what I think maybe I can tell you, or maybe you would like me to show you? Which one would you prefer?â
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