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theogonies · 2 years ago

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SWEET DESIRE: genshin boys & their kinks

characters: childe, xiao, diluc, & ayato

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: feminine pet names and references to female genitalia; they’re all possessive, just in different ways; breeding kink, corruption kink, mindbreaking/dumbification, overstimulation, semi-public sex, implied dacryphilia (childe); voyeurism and general perviness, somnophilia, implied corruption kink (xiao); overstimulation, restraints, marking, spanking, yandere behavior (diluc); dom/sub relationship, brat taming, dacryphilia, degradation, humiliation, edging, painplay/spanking (ayato); 18+; minors and ageless blogs do not interact

CHILDE

“What’s wrong, ptichka?” He leans down to lap the tears from your cheeks with a smile as condescending as it is kind. “I thought you were ready for this, but we’re only getting started.”

Is it really any wonder that this man has a breeding kink? He’s a family man, after all, and beneath all his bluster, there’s really nothing he wants more than a happy little family of his own to come home to. While he rationally knows that may be out of the picture for as long as he’s a Harbinger, he still can’t help but lose his mind a little at the sight of his come overflowing from your hole. Even better if he gets to fuck it back into you with his fingers to make sure you don’t lose a single drop, humming sweet praises all the while: you're being so good for me, babygirl. Gonna make you a mommy.

Speaking of fingers–Childe is good with his hands. When he really wants to tease you he’ll watch you struggle to drag his gloves off with nothing but your teeth, just so he can use those very hands to fuck into your mouth until you’re a drooling mess, begging for his fingers in your pussy instead. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll even reward you for your efforts.

He loooooves corrupting good girls. Girls who follow the rules, girls who put responsibility first, girls who take care of everyone else before themselves. He’ll tease you, give you just enough to get your hopes up before backing off and making you plead for his attention. Don’t worry; he won’t break you, at least not on purpose. He just wants to teach you how good it feels to allow yourself to let go and relish in all those dirty, greedy little impulses, the desires that only he can fulfill.

Childe likes it when his partners are vocal during sex, and he’s willing to put in the work to make that happen. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist in general–just another way of making sure there are no doubts in anyone’s minds who you belong to–but it doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of the Fatui headquarters or some isolated cabin in the mountains, he makes a game out of overstimulating you until you’re a broken, whimpering mess crying his name.

XIAO

“Please–” You can always tell when he’s about to break. He begs so sweetly, his stubborn scowl fading into something soft and needy. “Say it again. Tell me I’m good.”

It shouldn’t come as any kind of surprise that Xiao is a virgin. He’s so afraid of becoming close to others, yet more and more he finds his mind drifting to all those lewd, forbidden places when he’s around you. It’s obvious, too, the way he stares when you bend over to pick something up or the neckline of your shirt dips a little too low; but all the embarrassment and guilt in the world aren’t enough to make him hold back his voyeuristic impulses.

And oh, the moment you realize what’s going on and decide to indulge him, it’s over for Xiao. He’s obsessed with the way you tease him, your hands brushing against his thigh, or lightly steering him by the small of his back, all while you give him that same, trusting smile as always. This is just what friends do, isn’t it?

It takes a long time before he’s able to build up enough trust to let you touch him, but he loves watching you touch yourself. The way your hands, the same ones that have touched him so innocently so many times before, flick at your puffy clit; all those dirty sounds that fill the air; the blissed-out look on your pretty little face when you finally unravel. Witnessing you, being wanted by you–it’s already so much more than Xiao thinks he deserves.

The only think he loves more than feeling like your loyal guardian as you slumber is fucking you when you’re asleep. Sometimes because you’re having a bad dream; sometimes because he just can’t help himself, not when you’re lying so innocently beside him, filling his mind with impure thoughts.

Even at his brattiest, he always, always, always asks permission before coming. Inside of you, on you, even into his own hand. It’s as much about consent for him as it is getting confirmation from you that he’s earned this.

DILUC

“That’s right, precious,” he murmurs, his sonorous voice so unusually soft that you can’t help but shiver from words alone. “Just sit still and let me take care of you.”

Diluc loves giving oral, and he’s a messy eater, too. It’s like your sweet pussy is an aphrodisiac to him; he loses track of time, swirling his tongue around your tender bud and drinking in your taste until he’s left you overstimulated without even trying. He feels genuinely bad about it, too, every time he realizes just how greedy he’s been, how long he’s made you beg and cry for relief–but it’s not enough to keep him from forgetting himself again the next time he goes down on you.

He’s a very giving lover in general; really, he just wants to make you feel good. And, well, the beautiful sight of your tight little pussy creaming around his cock–that’s just a sweet side effect.

It takes a long time to get him to admit to his more taboo desires, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. Most of all, he dreams of seeing you strung up; from the frame of his bed in the winery, or even more shamefully, from the rafters of his tavern (long after close, of course–no one else deserves to see something so beautiful). As much as he consciously respects your freedom and independence, there’s a dark part of him that wants to keep you safe and protected, somewhere only he can reach you.

He likes seeing his marks on your skin, too. Hickeys, mostly, but he’s not entirely above punishing you more thoroughly if he decides you’ve been a little too flirty with his patrons or too risky in your adventures. He apologizes every time his hand comes down on your ass, and yet he can’t hide how hard the sight of your soft and rippling skin makes him when it flushes and begins to bruise.

AYATO

“I’m sorry, doll, but you know the rules.” His lip trail gently across the marks left by his own hand only moments ago, reminding you that your master is just as forgiving as he is merciless. “Now, are you ready to be a good girl and do as you’re told?”

Do I even need to say that Ayato is a mean dom? He loves the thrill of the chase, learning exactly what makes his partner tick just so he can break them down. The worst part is how composed he remains through it all, like his twisted desire to see you squirm is just another of his odd little jokes.

His technique in bed is no less refined than his skill with a sword, either; he’s mastered the delicate art of pushing your limits without breaking them, testing your devotion to him with every slap and caress until you’re putty in his hands.

While Ayato demands absolute loyalty from his partners from the start, he doesn’t mind putting in the work to tame bratty subs; in fact, he likes it better that way. The more headstrong and stubborn you are, the easier it is for him to ensure that you’re all his by the time he’s finished molding you into the perfect toy.

He isn’t opposed to using pain as a punishment, but in most cases, he prefers withholding what he knows you want. He’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing wreck, begging for his cock; and as much as he knows he should hate to see you suffer like this, nothing makes him as hard as the sight of your pretty little face streaming with tears. Before he gives you your sweet release, he makes you beg for it, promising him you’ll be good from now on, that you’ve learned your place as his dumb little whore.

Ayato loves putting you in all kinds of degrading positions: cockwarming him in his office, touching yourself while he watches, humping the smooth leather of his shoes as you beg him to touch you properly. He likes knowing he’s the only one with the privilege of seeing you this way: flushed, humiliated, needy. His.

#don't worry fluff wanters i have something for yall coming soon <3 #ronan writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #xiao x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin smut

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mintiicinnamonii · 2 months ago

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Im a sucker for angst so uhhh

Can I request a Macaque x reader who was once possessed by the LBD

And he can't help but flinch whenever they get mad cuz it reminds him of that time

And last but not least, u doin okay?

notes: yeah im doing quite well! i love angst, and i also love s3/lbd readers, so this is PERFECT :3

i’ve been experimenting with the format of my posts, so sorry for the inconsistency!

Oh Who is She?

You and Macaque got into a fight. A BIG fight. About what? You didn’t even remember anymore. You gritted your teeth as Macaque tried to reason with you, fists shaking. You snapped your head over to him, glaring at him with daggers in your eyes, and Macaque swore he saw a shimmer of blue in them. “GOD, WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!”

Macaque flinched, backing up in shock and fear. His golden eyes widenedas he stared at you, throat dry. He was unable to speak, with his ears pinned back against his head, as a familiar feeling of dread filled his mind. The same dread he’d feel when he was around HER. He looked like a trapped animal; a horrified, weak, trapped animal.

You maintained your scowl, until you suddenly realized what you did. The glass of water you were holding fell onto the ground, as your breathing quickened. “Macaque- I- I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean to..” You covered your mouth, hyperventilating. The feeling of someone behind you sent a chill up your spine, and you felt something scratching at your skull. You wanted- no- NEEDED to get it out. You fell onto the floor, desperately picking up the broken shards with your shaking hands, biting your tongue so the tears wouldn’t fall. You cut your hands on the glass as you picked the shards up- it was so hard to hold anything- why was it so hARD-

Macaque saw your panicked state, and was immediately filled with worry. He was still shaken up by your sudden anger, but this wasn’t the time to worry about himself right now. “Woah- plum- you’re gonna hurt yourself!” He crouched down to you, holding your hands. He frowned, seeing how much they were shaking, “Hey, hey.. its okay. Look at me. Hey, look at me.” You hesitatantly shifted your gaze to your boyfriend, as Macaque smiled at you softly. “Thats it.. I need you to breathe with me, m’kay? In and out...” He inhaled and exhaled exaggeratedly, squeezing your hand. “You can do it, gem..”

You were quivering, but did your best to breathe as Macaque uttered sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, starlight.. just like that…”

Soon enough, you were able to calm down enough, looking up at Macaque. “Sorry..” Your voice was raspy from the yelling and crying. “I shouldnt have snapped at you- god, why did I do that- I’m a horrible partner-“ Macaque furrowed his brows. “No. No you’re not. You are an amazing partner. You didn’t mean to-“

“BUT THAT DOESNT MAKE IT OKAY!” You sobbed. “If I hadn’t been possessed by that damn DEMON- none of this would have happened! I ruined everything; I wasn’t strong enough to fight against her, its all my fault!” The tears came in full force now, your eyes like waterfalls carved into your skull by the Lady Bone Demon’s cold, clawed hands, water rushing it from a dam of your own self hatred. “You shouldn’t have to put all of your struggles aside just for me! I fucked up!”

Macaque let out a slow sigh. “Yeah. You did… but.. I forgive you.” Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I forgive you. I understand that you were the one that yelled at me, and yes, it still hurt..” He held your hand, his calloused hands intertwining with yours. “But I understand you didn’t mean to hurt me, and that you want to be better. And I still love you.” He gave your hand a gentle kiss, tail curling around your leg. Your heart’s icy walls shattered, replaced by pure adoration and raw emotion. “I love you too.” You smiled shakily. Macaque helped you up, careful to not let either of you step on the glass. “Lets go patch ya up, yeah? I’ll clean that up later..”

You smiled. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

#macaque x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #six eared macaque x reader #x reader #lego monkie kid

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luvrboydave · 1 year ago

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dad's best friend dave brainrot

pairing: dave mustaine x fem!reader

warnings: smut, age gap, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, hair pulling

a/n: had to remake this account so i'm posting this again lol whoops...anyways enjoy!!

CLICK HERE FOR PT.2

your dad invites him over for dinner and to have beers, watch shit on tv, talk cars, etc every so often. he’s just so fucking hot, and the fact that he lives just across the street makes things so much worse. when dave mows his lawn, he’s always shirtless and every time you make sure to be out on your front porch to stare at him. and don’t think he doesn't notice your lingering stares…in fact, he likes to put on a bit of a show for you, constantly wearing those slutty little cutoff tank tops around you, going to his mailbox in the morning wearing nothing but a low-hanging pair of grey sweats…he likes that you watch him; honestly, he kinda gets off on it. knowing someone much younger than him finds him attractive turns him on so much.

one night while your dad is out of the house for a work trip, dave presses you up against the kitchen counter, his chest flush with your back, and whispers nasty shit in your ear as you grind back into him. “been thinking ‘bout this for so long,” he groans as he grabs your hips and holds you still against his hardening cock. he flips you around to face him, hoisting you to sit on the counter before kneeling, flipping your skirt up, and sliding your pretty little panties down your legs. and god, he is such a tease. he takes his sweet time rubbing up your thighs, purposefully avoiding the spot you need him most. he won’t touch you until you whine for him to do so. he wants to hear how desperate you are for his touch, how badly you need him between your legs. “please, dave, please touch me...need you so bad! ’m so wet for you, baby...” he looks up at you with that stupid fucking smirk and whispers out a “good girl” before diving right into your soaked pussy. and good lord, this man eats pussy like his life depends on it!

your legs are thrown over his shoulders, and it’s all so fuckin sloppy. his fingers are pressed inside of you as he laps at your swollen clit. his pupils are blown wide when you look down at him, and he’s staring up at you through his messy bangs, watching how you react to his touch. his chin is glistening with a mixture of your slick and his spit, and his pretty nose brushes up against your clit occasionally. you brush the hair from his face to get a better look at his pussydrunk expression, and it almost sends you over the edge. your hands weave into his curly hair and try to pull him away from you. dave growls when you pull his hair, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a split second at the feeling, but he doesn’t budge. “oh shit- baby, ‘m gonna cum!” you cry out, your grip on his hair tightens, and you begin to squirm. dave wraps his arms around your plush thighs, pulls you closer to his mouth, and mumbles, “stop squirmin’, sweetheart.” your eyes roll back into your skull, and your legs start to shake. “c’mon sweetheart, cum for me. let go, baby.” dave growls. “fuck, fuck, fuck! i’m cumming-” you cry out. your whole body shudders, and your vision goes white. dave grunts against your pussy, helping you ride through your orgasm. “fuck, sweetheart...you did so good for me. so good, baby,” dave groans, “god…this pussy is gonna kill me, baby,” he breathes out, resting his head against your thigh, a dopey smile on his face. through your labored breathing, you manage to mumble, “what about you?” he looks up at you and laughs a bit, “no need to worry ‘bout me, sweetheart…you already made me cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”

#dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #dave mustaine x reader #metallica smut #smut

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tropicalszns · 4 months ago

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INSECURITES

౨ৎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ gojo x black!fem! reader

about

you were insecure about your body and especially your weight and stomach pudge. satoru and you were gonna go out with friends until you asked him the question, “do you think i am fat?”

contains

trigger warning; weight, eating. gojo treasuring you, stomach kisses, sweet words, comfort by gojo, crying, just soft bittersweet moments.

w.c.

1,177

a/n

more of an appreciation post, and how I’ve lowkey been feeling so sorry if this gets personal.. repost and likes r much appreciated to share my work, feedback as well ! <3

YOU STARED at yourself in the mirror, tears swarming your vision. You were in nothing but your bra and your underwear, staring at nothing but your stomach. You tried to stand up tall, put your arms by your sides but nothing was working. You sniffled as you rubbed your nose, small tear drops ran down your cheeks. You wiped your tears, putting a hand on your stomach and feeling on it.

You didn’t feel beautiful no matter how much you were told. You tried eating less to lose weight but Gojo quickly caught on and told you eat as much as you wanted. You weren’t trying to purposely starve yourself but at the same time you were. The way you budge hung out and slouched was so unappealing. You didn’t know how you and Gojo were together. He was so lean and muscular. Strong and confident, such a mesmerizing man, truly.

But you, you weren’t anything of the sort. You were a bit shorter than he was, no muscles in sight, couldn’t pick up a weight even if you tried, and was a chubby mess who would eat day after day. Stressed? Eat. Bored? Eat. But, after you would eat, a twinge of guilt filled your mind. You impulsively grabbed the potato chips and after two bites you knew you should’ve took the grapes instead. It was too late now, you had to eat everything in the bowl. How dare you waste the food given? After all, you’re supposed to eat your plate clean or else you were just a selfish person.

You’ve been trying to restrict your eating but not too much so that Gojo would notice. You remembered when last week your heart stopped when he asked you a question. “Are you trying to starve yourself?”

You guys were sitting down in the dining room, on opposite sides of each other. He invited you over to try the food he cooked, he was trying to get better at making dinner. You stared at the food, the fork in your hand but not reaching for the plate. You felt yourself sweating, at the thought of trying to eat something. You glanced at Gojo who was almost halfway down his plate. To not be rude, your fork stabbed at a piece of the potato. Your lips curled up in cringe, your nose crinkling at the smell.

“Baby,” he spoke. It took your right out your thoughts, blinking as you snapped back into reality. You put the fork, gulping harshly and looking up at him. “Huh? Sorry, I was thinking about something. What’s up?” You asked, your mouth feeling dry and parched. “I’ve been trying to not assume anything, but are you starving yourself? You haven’t touched your plate, and whenever you come over to hang out you never eat any of the snacks I buy for you.”

He pouts a little but concern still filled his voice. “I was just thinking, maybe you don’t like the snacks anymore. But, you’re not eating anything at all. I’m worried for you, please tell me what’s going on.” He pleads, his full attention on you. You didn’t say anything, nothing at all. You only let out soft breaths through your mouth. You felt like the world was stopping. After the moments of silence, you cleared your throat. “I’m fine, Satoru. Really, I am. I’ve just been trying to get a little healthier with my food habits, okay?”

You put on a fake smile, nodding your head to nothing but your fake lies. “I don’t really wanna talk about this, can we just.. not?” You said lowly, you frowned a little, still picking at your food. Gojo nodded his head, “Yup, sorry ‘bout that. Just wanted to check on you..” He hummed. “I love you, baby.” He finally said before taking a chew. You couldn’t find it in you to reciprocate the words back. You just hummed and hoped he was satisfied with that answer, and he was.

Now here you are, staring at yourself in the mirror, not even able to put on clothes without feeling so suffocated and so restricted. You wiped your tears but your endeavors weren’t enough. You were supposed to be going out to dinner with your friends but you couldn’t even eat a proper meal, let alone eat a snack without having guilt right after it. You heard knocks at the door, Gojos voice being strung along. His hand twisted the doorknob, glancing at his unbutton shirt before staring at your sore and light red eyes. “Hey sweets! Are you almost ready? We have to go soo-”

He immediately panicked, he didn’t understand why you were crying and he was more concerned than alarmed. “Eh? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, walking to embrace you, wrapping his arms around your figure. “Satoru..” you sniffled, “Do you think I am fat?” Your words slightly muffled and your tears making damp marks on his button up.

He raised a brow, he was gonna answer until he figured out what was going on. From the time you stopped eating your favorite snacks, the dinners and dishes he prepared, everything was adding up. You felt insecure, you felt disgusted with your own body. He had suspicions but he never would’ve actually thought that since you were the most ethereal person alive. He was more than lucky to have you. His expression softened, rubbing your back soothingly.

“You’re silly sometimes, you know that?�� He tried to lighten the mood to the best of his ability. “You’re not fat, baby. But even if you were fat, would you think I would stop loving you?” He asked. So tempted to say yes, you just shut your mouth. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, as if I know another woman who could top you.” He scoffed to himself.

He pulled you away for a moment, looking at you as you sniffed, tears still streaming down your cheeks. He kissed on your tear stained cheeks, tasting the salty tears. “I want you to know how much I love and care you for, sweets. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He reassured. “I love you for you, I love this body because it’s yours,” he placed his hand on your stomach. You cringed, but you allowed him to touch you. He placed a gentle kiss on your stomach before reaching up to cup your face.

“I love this face,” he kissed your lips, “because it’s yours.” He saw your tears run down slower, wiping them off with the flick of his thumb. “I will always love who you are, don’t mind if you gain or lose some pounds. You’re still hot.” He smiled, making you crack a smile and look away.

“See, so pretty when you smile.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek before looking at you. “Do you still want to go the dinner? Or do you wanna cuddle up, watch a movie?” He shook his head.

“Actually, let’s just do what you wanna do.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Backburner 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is easy going until he’s not.

Characters: Sam Wilson, this reader is known as Dizzie.

Author’s Note:Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Your attention span has always been inconsistent. Still, you’ve found ways to keep yourself on track. That day, none of your tricks are working. You fidget and fumble your way through the hours, dreading the moment Sam returns from his meeting.

You squirm at the thought of the stray panties. He was right. You put them on just like he told you to but it’s that last part you’re not sure you can do. You just don’t get it. Sam’s a nice guy and a great boss. Or so you thought.

Billie always told you you’re too trusting. Missie always told you not to listen and Rosie agrees. You can’t see the worst in everyone. Elfie says it never hurts to be too cautious.

You stare at the list of contacts and resign yourself to suffering alone. You don’t know who to ask. You don’t even know how to begin to explain your predicament.

Every way you frame it in your head just makes it sound like you asked for all this. You let the lines blur between you and your boss and now they’re slowly disappearing. You cross one leg over the other and rock, chewing your thumb as you turn your attention to the computer.

Your focus app chirps to remind you to stay on task. Yeah, yeah, shut up. How are you supposed to concentrate on anything?

Your computer dings and a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. You're less concerned about what it says than the time. Oh dang, you really let it get ahead of you.

Your attention is drawn back to the message and you tap your mouse. Sam startles you as his door opens and you hide behind the monitor. A scalding heat courses through you. He struts by whistling as you read his last message.

‘Gonna run and talk to accounting. My gym bag’s under the desk.’

Shoot. Shoot. Oh, gosh, are you really going to do this?

You gulp. Your throat is so tight it makes a churning noise. You stand shakily and look around. There’s not really anyone to catch you.

You scurry around your desk and nearly trip into his office. You shut the door with a soft click and whine. You really don’t like this. How—why—you can’t even the questions that have your head spinning.

Sam is such a sweet guy. So much nicer than your last boss. Your mind flashes through the last few days; running into him at the bar, the panties, sitting all day in shame. Your eyes sting as you lift your skirt. You roll your panties down and sniffle. You can’t cry. You’re an adult.

You go behind his desk and reach under to slide his bag out. You drop the panties inside and recoil. You kick it away from you and retreat.

As you emerge, you look both ways as if crossing a busy street. You go back to your desk and hunker down for the last twenty minutes. You hear Sam on his way back, whistling, strutting. His doors snaps shut behind him.

You focus on making your list for tomorrow. You have to move a few things from today over and catch up. You tremble as you fight the looming noose of distraction. How can you concentrate with the cool air creeping up your legs. You squeeze your thighs together.

Another message. This one not on your computer. Your phone vibrates. You expect Missie or Rosie. Maybe even Elfie. No. It’s Sam? On Snap? You only use that for the filters. But why wouldn't he message you on Teams? Nothing he’s doing makes very much sense.

You unlock your phone and bite down on a gasp. You stare at the video that fills the otherwise empty conversation. He has your panties wrapped around his dick, his fingers gripping tightly. He pumps himself several times before it stops and disappears into the ether.

You black your phone screen and put it face down. You roll back to your computer and cup your hot cheek. Your other hand swoops around your mouse but you can’t do much of anything but replay it all in your head. Your phone vibes again and again.

No, no, no. You won’t look. Your eyes glaze over in a wall of tears and you close them to keep the flow from spilling over.

The door opens and you sit up. It’s time to go home. Sam appears above your monitor before you can pack up and escape. You look up at him with a quivering lip.

“Hey, Diz? What’s up?” He leans forward and splays his fingers wide on the desk. His fly is undone and your panties peek out of his pocket. “You look... flustered.”

Your mouth opens and closes. You can’t look him in the face. You sniff and shut down the computer. You pivot your chair away from him and grab your phone and purse. You frantically start to shove things into your bag. You stand as he lurks around the other side of your desk.

“How about I give you a ride home? Can’t have you taking the bus during rush hour.” He purrs.

“No--thanks,” you croak. “I always take the--” You stop short as you circle around the desk, only for him to meet you there.

He leans in and lowers his voice, “you get on the bus with no panties,” he slowly wraps his fingers around your purse strap and wiggles it free, “and someone might get ideas about you.” You blink and pout up at him as he licks his lips. “They might think you don’t belong to me."

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #backburner #mcu #drabble #au #bad bosses #marvel #falcon #captain america #avengers

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kasaslovr · 2 years ago

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which no girl has even looked his way so what makes him think you will. he's just not getting the hint that you want him to have little taste of your love

❈ warning: f!reader, college au, mutual & m!masterbation, fingering, praise, pet names, hair pulling?, teasing, he's like kinda subby at first then dom teehee, porn with plot. wc: 3.5k

❈ notes: i changed the concept oops, idk maybe ill write a fratboy!gojo fic later, idk my friend was talking about how they dislike a playboy gojo so shoulder shrug. likes and reblogs r much appreciated mwahh anyway please enjoy my official first piece !

its not like he was hated, not at all. its just he never stood out and was never labeled anything more than basic. he just wanted to get through his college life peacefully. he didn't need those parties that lasted till 2am or those saturday night hookups which would leave him heart broken. sure he's had friends talk to him here and there, but he would never get super personal with anyone, ever.

it was a study hall in a library where there should’ve been just silent but instead, there would be students gossiping or making out in such a public place. how vulgar. he wasn't a nerd either, just an average guy honestly. he was finishing up notes that he could use for his next unit test, until the aroma of warm vanilla and marshmallows filled his nose, he usually wouldn't look, but he couldn't help it since it was right next to him. you were right next to him.

he slowly turned towards you and was met with such a winning smile with your head tilted and hand under your chin. your eyes were staring right at him like you were trying to see through his own eyes. you had the cutest cheeks he's ever planted his eyes on, they were just a little rosy and rose just a bit when you smiled at him. and your lips, they were beautifully plump with a little shine from your gloss and it was moving–shit you were talking and soon he was convinced. he's never had a taste of love like this before or ever.

“hello? i asked if we had biology together?” there was a concern look on your face, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked anywhere else besides your face. “uh i’m not to sure..” he responds with his hand reaching to the back of his neck, god you must think he's such a big loser cause of course he wouldn't know, all he does is keep his eyes down at his paper or at the floor.

a sign of nervousness. how cute you thought. you knew satoru was in your class, of course you did, ever since you transferred all you wanted was a new start and to live out your life so you did that, went to any party possible and made as many friends as you could while sticking with old ones. but there's one thing you wouldn't do and that was to let just any guy to have a taste of your love, you were gonna be in the one to control who you want to love and such and you chose him. gojo satoru.

“gojo right? i’ve definitely seen you around, you feed those cute cats behind the building!” you exclaimed, way louder than he would've liked and loud enough to make his ears red. “uhm yeah..look are you following me around for fun or something because there are more entertaining things to do.” he suddenly felt discouraged like he wants to cry or never find someone attractive again.

“no no no, of course not! that was just by coincidence and since then i kinda told myself ‘i have to get to know such a cute and sweet guy.’” you said smiling ever so sweetly. what did you just say? cute? sweet? he's never seen himself in such way nor has anybody else, maybe when he helps the old ladies open the door or when his friends sees adorable baby photos of him, but he's never felt these kinds of butterflies about it before.

“you-you think im cute?” he turned towards you again to see if there was any sign of jokingly behavior, but no, you were being genuine. “yeah i do. i’m y/n, i think i need to be caught up on stuff in biology and you seem pretty smart so maybe if you wanna stop by my dorm sometime and help out i would totally appreciate it, im in room 318 in wing c.” you informed, you were starting to feel a little nervous now cause what if he thought you were just messing with him or gave him stalker vibes, you didn't want that at all.

yes. a million times yes. he thought, he got so excited that he all of sudden stood up, giving you quite a shock, but made you giggle a little and he found his favorite sound ever. “yes i will..i mean i will take you up on that offer. is there a certain time or day you'd like me to go over?” he asked, he didn't think you guys were gonna be at that point where he could just go into your room anytime soon. “hmm doesn't matter to me, i’m never really busy.” you shrugged and now he's thinking of showing up tomorrow morning, but soon he’s interrupted by an alarm on your phone.

“shit! i’ve got lessons, here,” you grabbed a pen off of his notebook and wrote your number in the corner with a little heart. “now you should contact me whenever. i’ll see you around.” you smiled and wave then left the library while adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder. gojo put your number in his phone as soon as he could, in case he forgot of course, but how could he? you've made his day maybe his whole week–hell his entire month. he gathered up his stuff and walked to his dorm quickly.

he searched for his keys in this bag which were usually hung on his tiny key chain that geto gave him, he likes to deny him and gets undying friendship, in reality he was his best friend and almost brother, but gojo denies it all. he opens the door and expects to see geto laying on the couch with a bag of chips on the couch and a Red Bull on the little coffee table, but no there was a small post, which geto stole from satorus room of course, it on the fridge saying ‘heyy im out to go bang a super hot chick from wing b, she's so hot and let me tell you when her boobs were bigger than my hands, i had to get in on that lmaoooo see ya tmrw - super hot playboy sugaru’ gojo had to blink of couple times until he reacted to it, he gagged with disgust and rolled his eyes, ripped off the note and threw it in the trash.

geto was almost the opposite of gojo, get had plenty of people follow him, guys he played sports with and some who just thought he was cool and wanted to tag along, there were girls too and they had the smallest articles of clothing and would throw themselves onto geto, it was almost like geto was some kind of cult leader. gojo chuckled at the thought, no way. what makes geto different is that he was kind and acknowledged everyone around him.

gojo opened the door, turned on the lights and set his glasses on the table, grabbed some clothes that looked comfy and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower early since he ended sweating lots more than he usually would. after a half hot half cold shower since college bathing is shit he decided he would order some KFC knowing geto wouldn't be here to steal everything in the bag. gojo knew it was gonna take a while so he went into his room, closed door and lights off. some him time after a long day of classes.

soon satoru got curious, he was thinking back on gets note, did you know him?hes quite popular so maybe, but you were new so he was conflicted. gojo opened his instagram that he barely uses and only got it cause geto forced him to, but he logged onto his account with only 14 followers and got to searching, he went to gets that he has around 10 times more followers than gojo, but he doesn't mind since he doesn't even post anything. he went to search for your name in getos follower list and there you were, gojo felt his heart leap out of his chest of what? he doesn't know just yet. he's excited he found your account even if its a bit stalkerish, but you followed geto so were you using him to get with his roommate. he hopes not, he prays not.

with trembling fingers he pressed your account, he examined your account. your profile picture was a cute mirror picture with a white sweater on and studying something and you used a table mirror to take the picture, it was so cute, he moved onto to your recent post and he felt his heart drop even farther down and his eyes slightly widen. its you, of course, in a tiny blue swimsuit a two piece to be specific.

there's three different photos, one of them is you closing your eyes with your knees bent onto the sand and hands cupping your own face and squishing your breast together, it must be unintentional, it has to be because gojo wouldn't know what to do with himself if it was on purpose almost like you knew he was gonna see this and get the hardest boner he's ever received in his life, he swiped to the left, not to exit but to look at the next picture. you're by the shore now and it looks like you're walking with a hand out and another holding your hat to cover your face and finally the last one. youre in the water just above thigh length and you're facing the sunset and your ass is on full display.

gojo couldn't do it anymore, either he was to go throw his phone away and take another cold shower or die because you were just so breathtaking, he scrolled to the first one and he didn't mean to look at your breast, but he didn't and then getos note came into mind again, damn geto, could his hands fit over your boobs? he had to do something about his problem. with his phone in one hand and his other snaking down to pull down his sweatpants, his dick was already leaked with precut ever since he found your account.

he used his thumb to spread the precut around tip to down to the base then back up. his mind was racing and imagining how would you play with his cock. would you make him beg for it? edge him over and over again until there's tears pooling in his eyes? or maybe you would make his sit on his knees like how are in that first pic and make him eat you out without any hands as you play with his cock and just use him as you please. all these fantasies has made his hand speed up and his groans louder now becoming words as he gets lost into wanting you so badly. “f-fuck..wanna cum inside you, baby.” he threw his head back and soon dropped his phone not even caring if it broke. his other hand ran through his hair then moved it down to his chest where he played with his nipples over his shirt, he's never masterbaited like this before, never with this much emotion.

he was so close, pants and boxers by his ankles and the ends of his shirt caught in between his teeth. he wasn't taking it slow anymore, he just wanted to cum and the shlick slapping noises have just gotten wetter and almost heavier. he was pinching and pulling on his nipples now, they're both red and swollen, but it only adds to his pleasure. his face was red with blush and sweat built up on his forehead while moaning and whimpering your name over and over again like a prayer. would you moan his name like this? imagine you getting lost into so much pleasure where your toes are curled and eyes are crossed and screaming his name with moans followed right after, oh to make you feel that good. it got him painting his hand white and your name on his tongue. he felt his breath staggering back to normal as he cleaned up and when he completely snapped back into reality he wondered how was he supposed to face you.

its been 2 weeks, 5 days, 6 hours, and 27 minutes since gojo spoke to you. of course you've tried to say something to him, but he gets all flustered and leave or ignore you if he must. its really throwing you off so you text him. “hey gojo! could u come over and help me over this unit, but if ur busy that's ok, i don't wanna bother u. just lmk! <3” and sent, you hope your words can convince him to stop whatever phase he is in to talk to you.

gojo is sitting on his bed with his glasses off and hands on his face. what was he supposed to do? you sounded so distressed and he wants to help you, he truly does, but how can he face you when he's done something so lewd. ok fuck it, he has a plan he’ll result to pointing and yes and nos that's easy enough. he grabbed his textbooks and shoved them in his bag and rushed out the door and storming over to your room.

around 20 minutes later he's appeared in front of your door with three quick and panicked knocks. when you open the door you can see his face flushed with red from speed walking his way here and his breath is heavy. you say something first “i didn't know you were coming, i would've changed.” you joked, maybe lighting the mood would make him feel better, but all he did was scan you from your brown slippers to your biker shorts and at your black bra and he gulped “would you like to come in?” you asked him and he nodded.

this was getting quite annoying. you didn't really need to study since you were pretty smart anyway, but your love for gojo hasn't left at all, you still find him the sweetest guy ever and really adorable and you thought inviting him over would settle things, but the tension only grew. until you stood up and asserted your dominance.

“okay satoru, i don't know what's been going on with you or why you won't talk to me at all, but if i did something im sorry and if i didn't then what the fuck! i feel like im putting all this effort to be with you and you all of sudden don't give a shit about me!” you shouted almost on the verge of tears. it wasn't your first round of rejection, but to be ignored and humiliated like this was a first and you hated it and felt strong urges to just punch his face if he continued to portray this silent treatment.

“i..i uh” he stutters, god you can feel tears dripping down your face. “do you hate me or something?!” you asked, not even caring if the neighbors next door are listening in. “no! i don't, its just..i really like you and i don't want be a loser in front of you and i was stalked your instagram and ended up jerking off to one of your photos and im sorry!” he confessed with a panicked expression. why did he admit that? his confession was also lame as fuck? was he in middle school? gojo felt so light headed suddenly and closed his eyes shut and braced himself for a punch anywhere on his body and he held his face.

he's never felt such way for someone before and this time it was his fault that they were gonna walk away. he hates himself so much right now and wishes he wasn't some weird loser kid and wishes he was someone more popular, more social, more like geto.

when he peered through his fingers he saw your face and you were..laughing? why? he just told you the most shameful things he's done in his life and you laugh. “sorry sorry, you know because its you i don't mind.” you blush a little while wiping your tears. “and i like you too if you couldn't tell..” you mumbled, finally gaining eye contact with him. he's looking down and playing with his fingers, he's confessed to girls before, but for someone else to want him first. it makes his self confidence sky rocket honestly.

“im still sorry for what i did, but can i ask you for something?” he asked, you nodded slowly, truly having no idea on what it is, “can i kiss you?” he asked shyly and you didn't even responded, you couldn't tell what was moving faster, your mind racing a million times per hour or feet rushing to put your lips on his. it was nowhere close to shy or calm. it was kiss full of madness, want, lust, and love. with noses colliding teeth clashing with one another, and tongues only making the kiss less collective and messy.

you grabbed his hand and led him into your bedroom without breaking off the kiss, you locked the doors and turned off the lights only leaving your little yellow lamp on your table as a light source. “off. i wanna see you.” he said his voice hoarse from being breathless while trying to rush you, you worked as quick as you could only for satoru to help you as you shoved your pants off he got your top and latched his mouth onto one of perky nips and playing with the other, he closed his eyes and moaned loudly without any shame which caused vibrations through your body adding to the pleasure. “satoru, baby lemme make you feel good too, please.” you moaned softly while trying to get his pants off, anything to return this favor of lust, he pulled off for a split second just to take his shirt off and as soon as that was off he continued ti mark your body with big red splotches that will soon turn people in due time and all over your neck and finally his pants came out and before you could make a move on him, he grabbed your hands

“show me. right now how you play with yourself. put a show on come on.” he encouraged, letting your hands go then peeling off his boxers, slowly moving his wrists up and down his leaking dick. while watching him it felt like your mind was on autopilot, you slipped off your panties and gathered some wetness that has been developed from the kissing and such. you didn't care that you making a mess everywhere, spreading your juices all over your already drenched until you stick a finger in, moaning so light almost with a relief cause the sensation was just so good. then another one, but it wasn't enough your fingers couldn't reach into the deep spots your toys usually could, but why do you need it when you have one right in front of you. with his mouth agape and his abdomen flexing and a flush covering his entire body, to the tip of his cock to the blades of his shoulder. “t-toru s’not enough. want your dick now.” you whined, wording slurring as your brain turned into mush.

his eyes traveled down to your messy cunt and there was a faint smirk on his face. “oh needy little thing, you want me to help you out, sweetheart. you gotta open those cute legs of yours further then.” he said letting go of his crimsoned tip cock and taking the fingers that were in your pussy to spread them farther and when he saw the sight, he felt the wind knocked out of his chest. all he could do was stare. “stop looking, ‘s embarrassing” you mumbled looking away, honestly the fire in the bottom of your stomach only grew as he continued to play with your pretty little pussy.

he moved your fingers away as he plunged his own right in without an ounce of hesitation. he wasn't being gentle at in nor nice. he wasn't your toy, you were his and he loved it like that. “ill look if i wanna, ‘s mine now isn't it? tell me, pretty girl, who's your cute lil pussy gushing all over for?” he was merciless and he didn't hold back, not at all. “you! satoru! its yours, ‘m all yours, please wanna cum!” you were so close, moans only got louder and higher in octaves at that point, “’s lucky you're so cute, cum for me, baby.” he says leaning in to kiss you and your swollen lips from deep heavy kisses and from biting on it to keep quiet, though it didn't work in the slightest. he moved his head down back to your neck, he loves this taste of you and he’ll never ever get enough.

with your hands in his hair and a slight tug, you came and it completely drenched the sheets and almost the entirely of his hand, as your brain became cleared of fog and passion you rested your weight on satoru only for him to push you down and get on top of you and the feel of his tip kissing your clit, teasing your already worn out cunt.

“you thought we we’re done? nah baby ive gotta taste more of your love.”

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lafrexniere · 2 years ago

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Luca Fantilli - Free Time

The goal horn thundered throughout Amalie Arena after this entire season of memories being made Michigan had lost to Quinnipiac and it was over. You saw the heartbreak of your hockey family, as the boys filed through the handshake line before heading back to their respective ends. You tried to keep your emotions pushed down to put on a smile for your boyfriend Luca, you knew how upset he would be after going this far his freshman year, especially with it being an overtime loss to end his season.

You waited with the other families to get to the locker room after the game ended, and people began to file out of the arena. You stood with the Fantillis and waited until you saw Adam walk out of the locker room. He showed a half smile with red eyes, then looked back down at the ground dropping his things and slowly walking to his parents. You watched the family hug, feeling a little awkward and bad for Adam, if he was like this you couldn’t imagine how Luca would be. The family hug broke apart, and Adam turned to face you. You opened your arms, for him to fall into,

“Thanks, Y/N,” he sniffled.

“Of course Adam, I’m sorry about the game,” you said as you let go. He wiped his eyes as you waited for Luca to come out of the locker room. You watched a few more players walk out then there he was, your sweet boy a mess. He like Adam walked over to the Fantillis hugging them with Adam joining in, then the two brothers hugged, making you start to get emotional. Luca looked up from Adam’s shoulder seeing you standing behind him. He let go of Adam and wiped his eyes as if he was embarrassed to be seen crying in front of you. He slowly approached you, clearing his throat.

“Come here, Lu,” you held out your arms. He fell into your arms sniffling, as the tears all started again. No embarrassment, no judgment, just being there for him through this tough time. You played with his hair as his head rested on your shoulder, and you rubbed his back with your other hand. Your hug broke apart after a moment, you kept your arm on his back, as he kept his arm around you. You walked down the hallway all the way to the exit of the arena where the Quinnipiac fans were waiting to taunt the team. You screamed back at those taunting and yelling at you as you got Luca to the bus. The boys threw their things underneath and got on,

“I’ll see you later babe,” Luca said. The door closed behind him, you waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.

You got to the hotel and saw a few of the boys sitting in the lobby, Adam was one of them. He smiled and waved when he saw you,

“Room 307 Y/N,” he said, “we couldn’t get him to come down, so hopefully you can cheer him up.” You nodded and headed towards the elevator. On your trip up to the third floor, you thought about how to approach Luca. The doors slid open giving you less time to think. You walked down the hall to the room waiting outside the door for a minute, you were about to knock when the door opened.

“Oh hey Y/N,” he said.

“Going somewhere?” you asked.

“Not anymore, I was gonna look for Adam he wasn’t answering me but, now you’re here.” He smirked and grabbed your hand pulling you into the room, and shutting the door behind you. He let go of you and flopped on his bed. He let out a dramatic sigh, staring at the ceiling.

“Lu?” He turned his head to look at you. He gave you an annoyed look, then went back to staring at the ceiling.

“What babe?”

“I know you’re upset.” With that statement, he snapped up. He sat up and turned to face you,

“I’m just disappointed, you know for the older guys, it’s hard.” He patted the bed next to him, you sat down.

“I know that’s not it, what’s on your mind?” Luca went silent. You put your hand on his hand that was resting on his thigh. He looked at you and locked his fingers with yours.

“I don’t know, it just went so fast Y/N, I wanted that winning feeling to last a little longer,” he gave a half smile and shrugged.

“Are you reading my mind? I was literally thinking that earlier,” you laughed.

“I guess we are feeling the same thing,”

“Yeah,” he rubbed his thumb on your hand. You kicked off your shoes and lied down back on the bed, sighing. He lied next to you, gazing into your eyes. You pulled his head onto your chest, playing with his hair. He closed his eyes and smiled,

“You know Lu, it’s not so bad,” he rolled over on his stomach to be lying on top of you. You continued playing with his hair as he looked at you.

“I guess, don’t know what’ll do with all my free time, hmm maybe video games with the boys all the time, as well as school work obviously,” he smirked.

“Woah bud, you forgetting anything”

“No I don’t think so,” he teased.

“Don’t play dumb Fantilli,” you rolled your eyes. He grinned, raising his eyebrows, then scooted closer to your face. He placed his hand on your cheek, locking his lips with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer which was impossible. You both gasped for air, as you ran out of breath, locking your lips once more, your hands moved from his neck to his back. You held him tightly as you broke apart once more. He opened his eyes smiling,

“Maybe I’ll make some time for that too,” he said, moving off your chest to the space on the bed next to you.

“Oh, you think?”

“Shut up,” he laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Okay okay, did I cheer you up though?” you asked grinning.

“I don’t know, I’m still a little upset,” he gave you puppy dog eyes.

“What am I gonna do with you babe?” you sighed.

“This.” He pulled your face to him once again pressing his lips to yours, putting his other arm around you, and pulled you into his chest. You ruffled his hair, as the kiss deepened.

“More time with my girl,” he said.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you smiled.

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The past few posts have been my pictures and I'm almost out of pics to use which is making me sad

#luca fantilli #umich hockey #umich boys #umich imagine #college hockey #luca fantilli x reader #hockey fan fiction #hockey boys #frozen four

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rickydixky · 2 years ago

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Officer Friendly • Rick Grimes

a/n • not gonna lie I started to get lightheaded while writing this 😫🩷. Thank you @catt-leya for requesting this ☺️👉🏾👈🏾 ily baby girl 🩷. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think. This one is really short and honestly not my best. Also part 2??????? My DMs are open! I’m also taking requests baby girl 🩷

summary • you finally got out of a verbally abuse relationship and moved states. your shit ex finds you, forcing you to press charges. you meet officer rick and fall deep for him.

warnings • 18+ ONLY, mention of domestic violence, sweet Rick, smut, oral (fem!receiving), chocking, handcuffs, spanking, hickeys, scratching, biting, breeding kink,

wc• 4.8k

You finally moved away from that asshole and now they have found you again. You cling to your phone and look out the window as you see them at your doorstep. You can’t believe this shit. How did they even find me? You shook your head in disgust as you dialed the cops. “FINE BE THAT WAY THEN BITCH!” You heard them yell. It took so much in you not to open that door and just beat their ass. But in reality, you were too frightened by them.

You watched as they walked away from your door and went to their car. You then slid your back onto the living room wall until you felt the floor beneath you. You sat on the living room floor and started to cry. Why couldn’t that bitch leave you alone? You heard their car start and the wheels squeak as they speed away. It was finally over.

You got the courage to get back up and look out the window to make sure they were gone. You grabbed your keys and purse and walked out of the door to your car. This was the final straw. You put the nearest police station's address into your phone and drove there.

You parked and took a deep breath trying your hardest to stay as calm as possible. You repeated heartfelt words to yourself as you got out of the car and walked into the police station.

“Welcome to the King County police station can I please see some identification?” You heard the lady at the reception say. You flashed her a quick smile and gave her your temporary paper ID. “You’re new here ain’t ya?” She said and you quickly nodded followed by a “Yes ma’am.” She gave you a toothy smile and said “Welcome to Georgia sweetie, what are you in here for?” She asked giving you back your ID.

“I wanted to file a restraining order.” You chocked. The lady looked concerned and nodded. “You are at the right place, go ahead and take a seat and I will get with the sheriff’s deputy, here is this paperwork to fill out” She gave you a clipboard and a pen. On the paper, it was an application for a restraining order.

For 15 minutes you filled out the application. Going over every little detail. Even about the event from earlier. “y/n.” You heard a deep southern voice call out. You looked up and you saw a man with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a gray beard. You awkwardly lifted up your hand and placed a small smile on your face.

You grabbed the clipboard tightly and brought it to your chest, crossing your arms around it. You were obviously nervous and felt frightened to even be there. “Hi y/n, I’m Deputy Rick Grimes,” he said as he brought his hand out to give you a handshake. Instead of shaking his hand you just stare at him. All you would hear was the receptionist typing on her keyboard. Deputy Grimes retreated his hand and calmly says “It is okay, I heard you are going through some trouble. I’m here to help, let’s go into my office to talk bout ya situation.” You nodded and walked into the restricted area of the police station.

He opened his office door and walked in. You instantly sat down in one of the chairs and he sat in his office chair. Without hesitation, you passed him your paperwork and he started to read what you wrote. You saw his eyes read every single line. Almost as if he was studying your words. He got to the end of the paper and sighed out of frustration, tilting his head to the side while clenching his jaw.

“First we have to make sure you are safe in your home. You could have a deputy come by your house and stay with you overnight or you could go to a hotel,” he explained. "Since they have a history of being violent towards you I would recommend you have an officer stay with you for a while just until this paperwork is processed and until the restraining order is in effect." The idea of a cop in your house seemed absurd but you needed the protection especially when this situation has to deal with your abusive ex.

It was silence for a moment and he patiently waited for you to respond. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you under our watch. We take these cases extremely seriously," he reassured you. You looked up and nodded. "How long does it usually take to process?" you asked. He flashed you a smile and said "Maximum two weeks, most of the time it doesn't take that long so don't worry." Your mind was scattered as you couldn't believe it came to this. Putting a restraining order on someone you thought loved you.

"I would feel safe if a deputy was at my house while I was there." you finally said. Deputy Grimes nodded and started to go over basic protocol. Telling you all the details of how this situation was going to work.

You left the police station feeling relieved as you know you were going to be in good hands. You were surprised that they took the situation so seriously. You started to think it was only because you were new to the area. You took a deep breath and started your engine. You drove home so you could relax and prepare for the rest of your evening.

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You heard the doorbell ring as you were washing the dishes. You always did the dishes first before eating just so you could enjoy your food and not do dishes after. All the leftovers were in topper ware and in the fridge. You grabbed a towel and dried off your hands. You rushed to the door and looked through the pep hole and saw what looked to be a person in uniform. You immediately knew it was one of the deputies from the police station. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders as you opened the door and saw Officer Rick Grimes.

"Mr, Grimes, come in please," you said opening the door up even more. "It sure does smell good in here! What did you make?" Rick said in an attempt to make this interaction less awkward. "I made homemade pesto and chicken for dinner but what you are smelling right now is pineapple upside-down cake." You saw his face light up and a toothy smile appear on his face. "And yes you may have some Mr. Grimes, as a token of my gratitude," you said faintly smiling and then looking down to the floor. "Please call me Rick," he said reaching for his deputy hat and taking it off his head.

God, he was so attractive under that hat. His curls were placed beautifully on his head and the light hit his beard highlighting the faint black hairs mixed in with his gray hair. You watched as he looked around at all the decor on your walls. Examining every little detail. The silence was killing you. "You can put your hat here and you can take off your shoes here Mr.Grimes, sorry Rick." you pointed at two spots, the shoe rack and the coat rack.

You watched him as he hung his deputy hat on the coat rack along with his jacket. He then turned around to take off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack. You looked at his body as he did so. Looking at his biceps and the way they flexed along with the veins that ran over his arms. He turned around and you instantly snapped out of your trance. "Let me show you around Rick," you said walking down the hall into the living room.

"We are in the living room, there is the kitchen, and around the corner is the bathroom followed by my office. Upstairs there are just two bedrooms and a bathroom. Feel free to look around the house." you explained and Rick nodded his head. He walked off and you assumed this was a sign that he was looking around and getting familiar with his surroundings.

You went to the kitchen to cut a slice of pineapple upside-down cake for yourself and Rick. You then made your way to the living room, placing the plates on the coffee table. You grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels to find something to watch when you heard the water run in the bathroom. You then heard the bathroom door swing open. Rick's shadow reflected on the wall and then disappeared as he turned off the bathroom light. You then continued to look at the TV trying hard not to make direct eye contact with him when he came around the corner.

"I'm guessing this is for me?" he asked flashing you a cute smile, pointing at a plate and plopping down on the coach. "Yes, sir. I didn't know what you wanted to drink so I just grabbed you some water," you said giving him a toothy grin. "I appreciate that ma'am, I really do," he said in a low voice grabbing his plate.

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he took his first bite. You were surprised when a loud moan came out of his mouth. "Holy shit this is good," he said with a full mouth. All you could do is bust into laughter and Rick followed with a chuckle himself. "Well, it is nice to know someone likes my baking," you said, your smile disappearing. The room was silent except for the chatting on the TV.

You looked down at your plate and Rick instantly knew something was wrong. He read your case and saw the awful things that your ex did to you. He couldn't imagine the shit they did to you that you didn't say. He saw that this was hard on you. He was infuriated that someone would treat you like that.

"I'm sorry that he treated you like that hunny, no person should ever go through what you went through. Trust me if they come back here there is no telling what I would do. There must be fewer people like that in the world," he expressed, his demeanor changing when he talked about harming your ex. He saw you make intense eye contact with him. His heart fluttered at your eyes looking into his.

"Thank you, Rick, I appreciate your kind words," you whispered placing your hand on his. You put a small smile on your face and Rick did the same. "It has been hard on me you know, they were the only person I had a connection with. That's the only reason why I stayed for so long. I was afraid to be alone so I settled for less. Never again." you said as you slowly removed your hand from Rick's.

"They were my first and it was hard for me to let go. The first relationship, first kiss, first date, and the first person I had sex with. There are times when I wish I could just take it all back." you expressed to Rick and a tear came down from your eye. Rick just looked at you in your eyes and listened. He saw a second tear come down and he lifted his hand, wiping away the tears. He cupped your cheek in his hand and you grabbed onto his arm. You closed your eyes and let the tears fall.

"It's okay sweetheart," he whispered. Then moved his head closer, his lips touched your forehead. A jolt of energy went through your body. You never felt like this before, loved and appreciated. Your eyes widened as he withdrew back from you. Your ex never touched you like this it just made you realize how much of a dick head they were.

"Sorry was that too far?" you heard Rick say, throwing you out of your train of thought. "No, no, that's totally fine!" you protested causing Rick to smile at your cuteness. "That really helped me calm down a little bit," you said flashing him a smile. When in reality that made your heart race as you thought about his lips touching yours.

You put your head on his shoulder. And placed your hands in your lap. Rick was smiling from ear to ear. He really liked you but he didn’t want to come off too forced. It took everything in him to not kiss you passionately. But he had to hold himself back. He didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you.

You looked at the TV and then glanced at his crouch. You thought about how nice it would be to sit on top of him or even have your head between his legs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt your core swell up. Rick noticed your antsy movements and continued to watch the TV.

Your heart started to race thinking about the things that he could do to you. Why were you feeling like this? Why did he make you feel like this? You just meet him. And your mind was spiraling. You went back in forth with your options. Give in and let him have you or just be professional about the situation. You knew the obvious answer.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You leaned into him laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat racing just like yours. You then put your hand on his stomach making him flinch a little. You then giggled and said with a soft tone, “I’m sorry.”

You felt so comfortable. This just felt so right to you. You suddenly put both of your legs across his right leg. He then slid his hand down to your waist, rubbing his thumb across the band of your pink silk shorts. You heard his heart race even more. The tension between the both of you was so high.

You looked up at him and saw that he was trying so hard to focus on the TV. You lifted your hand up from his stomach and placed it under his chin. You both made intense eye contact. You pulled him closer to you and your lips finally meet. You felt your core start to become wet as he rubbed your thigh. Both of your breaths were heavy as you exchanged kisses. Both of them collided countless times. Rick then slowly pulled back looking you into your eyes.

“Are you okay with this, are you sure” Rick questioned you. You simply just nodded and swung your leg around his waist sitting on top of him. You palmed his face and brought him in for another kiss. You both smiled into the kiss. “Yes, I’m sure,” you said against his lips. You both continued to kiss and you slid your tongue into his mouth. Both of your tongues danced causing you to grind against him.

He softly grunted into your mouth, putting his hand on your hips. You could feel his hard dick press against your core sending you over the edge. This felt so naughty especially since he was in his deputy uniform. The idea of him fucking you with his uniform on just turned you on even more. You bit his bottom lip sending him over the edge. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He firmly placed his hands on your ass making sure you didn’t fall as he stood up from the couch. You gasped as he effortlessly picked you up. You wrapped both of your legs around his waist. You then giggled as he started to place kisses down your neck. He carried you up the stairs and you pointed him to your room.

He opened the door as he held onto you with one hand. He walked over to your bed and gently laid you down on it. “Are you sure,” he said planting another passionate kiss on your lips. You loved how polite he was towards you. This made your heart flutter and made you fall in love with him even more. “Yes Rick please just touch me,” you begged.

Rick placed kisses all the way down to your belly button. He curled his fingers around the band of your shorts. He slowly pulled them down and was surprised that you weren’t wearing underwear. A string of your juices was attached to your shorts as he pulled them off. He then threw them across the room. You whimpered as you felt him place kisses on your inner thigh.

“You look so beautiful baby,” he whispered against your thigh. Causing you to moan at his words. You felt his hand slide inside your inner thigh. Finally making contact with your wet pussy. You gasped as he ran his fingers through your precious little pussy. He then started to run circles on your clit. You moaned at the sudden sensation.

“Let me please you, sweetheart,” he said kissing your core. “Please,” you breathed gripping your covers. You felt his tongue replace his fingers as he licked circles on your clit. You moaned loudly as you have never felt anything like this. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he continued to pick up the pace. This made you shake uncontrollably at the sensation. You then felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy.

He finally pushed his finger into you. Making you gasp for air. He then wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck while sliding his finger in and out of you. “Shit!” You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand gripped tight onto the sheets. He then slid another finger into you sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to rubbing circles on your clit.

You were so sensitive as you felt yourself reach your high. He again picked up the pace making you arch your back. He moaned into your pussy as you gripped his hair tightly. He knew you were close and you didn’t even have to say it. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as he started to suck on your clit once again.

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. And at that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didn’t stop he continued to lick your clit. “Rick oh my god!” You screamed tugging on his hair.

You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Rick's face deep in your pussy. He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his beard. The sight was so beautiful you couldn’t help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. “You taste so good baby,” he cooed making you blush.

“Are you okay baby?” He asked you. “Holy shit I am now.” You breathed out letting out a soft giggle. “But now I want more of you.” You said pulling off your top. His eyes widened at your words. The thought of his dick deep in your pussy just excited him. He wasted no time and unbuttoned his shit. You watched him as he stripped for you. The moon hit beautifully on his skin as he stood in front of you shirtless. He reached to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He wrapped his fingers around his waistband and dropped his pants and underwear to the ground.

You saw how big he was and instantly breathed “Oh god.” Rick then got on top of you and started to kiss your neck. He then whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry I will go slow for you.” You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful. “Are you ready?” He asked between the kiss. You slowly nodded rubbing your hand along his cheek.

Rick took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly. Your nails softly dig into them.

He then finally pushed all the way in allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Rick deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Rick took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips.

“Wow you are so tight,” he whispered in your ear. “Just for you,” you breathed out. Rick let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Rick," you said into his ear. You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said attaching his lips to your neck and sucking.

He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Rick whispered sweet compliments on your neck.

You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Rick faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Rick let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up putting his hands on under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.

You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan your mouth was just left wide open. Rick on the open hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Rick. Baby. Harder."

He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck. He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace.

"Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Rick to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there baby," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Rick put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.

You could tell Rick was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. “Let me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and knees” you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core.

You turned around and Rick looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. I little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your cream all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it.

He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. “Fuck! Rick!” You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on his dick.

He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. “Holy shit baby,” he breathed throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.

He looked back down and saw that his handcuffs were still attached to his belt. He quickly reached down to the floor as you continued to move up and down. He looked back at you and grabbed one of your arms. He then cuffed one of your wrists. You gasped at the sudden metal that touched your skin. He then grabbed your other arm and cuffed the other wrist. This forced your chest to be pressed against the bed along with the side of your face.

You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto the cuffs and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest.

He then wrapped his hand around your throat. “You’re under arrest sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear. “What’s my punishment officer?” You whimpered. “Me filling you up with cum all the way to the brim.” He whispered letting go of your neck and the cuffs. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. “Fuck and cum in me officer.” You moaned.

Without hesitation, Rick started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and Rick saw. You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was trusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud.

He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. That Rick was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. “Spank me please,” you begged and Rick behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body.

“Ri-Rick,” you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by the handcuffs still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.

You were so close and Rick could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didn’t make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. “Cum for me baby,” you heard Rick demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt Rick fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing.

Rick pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Rick smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.

He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked “Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. “No it was perfect,” you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his beard.

“Oh shit I have to put the cake up!” You yelled and instantly got up placing a kiss on his lips. He sighed and a cute smile formed on his face as he heard you run down the stairs.

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nessle · 2 years ago

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Quaritch smut

MY FIRST SMUT AND STORY OVER ALL ENJOY!!!!

(Female!navi!reader!)

WARNINGS: fingering!penetration!spitting!blowjob!kidnapping!non con!crying!

Your pov or thoughts basically

Something smutty or ‘dramatic’ happens

Summary: so basically you get kidnapped by quaritch and since you didn��t want to give any information quaritch decides to take something else.

You lo’ak, kiri, spider,and tuk were going to the battle field where jake sully and quaritch fought. “Guys I really think we shouldn’t be here” you sighed. “I think she’s right Lo’ak you’re already In enough trouble” kiri agreed. Lo’ak stopped and turned to you both. “Come on kiri and y/n stop being like that,besides wouldn’t it be fun to see this place?” lo’ak said joyfully. You sighed and kept walking next to kiri knowing you guys shouldn’t be anywhere near this place. You guys we getting close until you noticed these other navi ?. They had guns and was fully dressed in camou. This couldn’t be good. Lo’ak Informed his dad about the situation. All of a sudden lo’ak warned us to leave and rushed us to get up. As we were escaping the other Navi jumped in and captured all of us. One of the Navi pulled Lo’ak by his main braid causing him a lot of pain. A bigger Navi amongst the rest walked up to Lo’ak. He asked him a few questions but I couldn’t hear properly because of the rough pulling of my hair.

The Navi behind me was tugging at my main braid yelling at me to be quiet. The bigger Navi amongst them all pulled out what seemed to be some dash cam footage. It was when jake and quaritch battled. The bigger Navi had a expression that described sadness and fear. All of a sudden everyone goes quiet because of the sound of rustling. You and everyone else heard neytiri’s call. All of you looked at each other and immediately knew what was going on. You saw one of neytiri’s arrows pierce one of the navis head and was quick to attack. You managed to get away and run along a branch with spider. You lost your footing and fell along with Spider. You both were sent rolling down the hill. You hit ur head on a branch and became unconscious. You and spider were abducted. You were pulled into a helicopter and was flown to an unknown location.

You woke up in a empty room with a on a bed in a very bland room. You saw a table and and two chairs surrounded it. You had a terrible fucking headache. You went to rub ur head but found your arm was cuffed to the bed. You groaned and laid you head again the pillow. And tried to fall back asleep. You heard the door open and saw the familiar Navi walk in. You sat up and moved against the wall quickly. Barring you fanges at the unknow Navi. “Woah, calm down sweetness..” the Navi said softly. He sat on the large bed. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He moved a little closer. “That is if you tell me what I wanna hear.” You knew exactly what he meant by that. And you weren’t saying a single thing. “Now be a good lil thing and tell me where jake sully is.” he said trying to sound as nice as possible. You were way to loyal to him him and his family has done alot for you and you definitely wasn’t gonna break. You lidded you eyes and stared straight at him. He gripped you other arm and yanked you forward becoming face to face with the unknown Navi. He took a deep breath and asked you.

“How about you tell me you name cupcake?.” “Y/n…” you mumbled. “I’m colonial miles quaritch”. “But you can call me sir-” “Please don’t hurt me I don’t know any thing you might as well just let me go. I have no use to you.” You interrupted . He hummed in amusement and moved back a little. What was he going to do with you? The worst things imaginable popped up into you head. He took off his vest, tank top and his boots and got fully on the bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes and tensed up a little. You could help but notice how cut he was under all that gear. “You like what u see princes?” You face heated up a little at the name. You looked away in embarrassment. “Come on let me see this pretty eyes of yours.” Your face heated up one more. “What are u going to do to me..?” You asked so innocently. He chuckled at the thought and pushed you down all the way on your back as he towered over you. “Such a pretty face….I wonder how pretty you would look after I cummed on it..” Your pressed your legs together at his words. What did he mean by this. All of this is so confusing.

You’ve been talked to about sex but this was something way different. You felt a drop in you stomach. He looked down at ur legs. “Oh hoho u liked that didn’t you. You dirty little thing.” Tears welled up in your eyes trying to figure out what was going on. And why you felt like this. He pried you legs open and spread them. Your lioncloth was the only thing covering your sex. The Leather and feathers covering up your breast. You looked so tasty. Just for the taking. Tears rolled down your checks. “Oh don’t cry sweetness. The fun as just begun.” He said will a huge grin. He ripped off you top and loincloth. You were bear. Your eyes wander to his bulge. Practically trying to jump out of his pants at you, twitching against you thigh. “Fuck” he whisper to himself. He unbuckled his belt and turned you on you stomach. He lifted your hips and put his hand on you back to make you arch. You were completely exposed to him. You slick covering most of your sex. “What a pretty pussy you have sweetness” he took his thumb and slid it up and down your sex.

You put your face into the pillow to suppress you moan from his touch. “Hey.” He pulled at you tail. Let me hear you or I might just have to spank you.” You shiver at his words. He takes his middle finger and teases your small hole before slowing penetrating you. You moaned never feeling this rush through your body. “ Ha if you like that just wait till I show u something better.” You wonder what he meant by that’s. Was he gonna fuck you? What he gonna torment you like this for answers? What did he want?. He added another finger which made you arch even more. “Fuckkk” you moaned. He curled his fingers inside of you hitting that one sweet spot inside of you. You felt a knot become in you stomach. You were going to cum soon. Before could even get another thought in he removed his fingers. Just when you thought it was over he took of his cammies. And revealed his huge erection restrained by he underware. He laughed at you surprised expression. “Told ya I had something better than fingers.” He smiled.

Your eyes were unintentionally widened. You watched him as he removed his underwear. It slapped against his stomach with a bounce. It had a slight curve to the right with a few veins along it. You tried to move, trying to escape his grip. He held you a little more tightly. “Heh your not going anywhere anytime soon sweetness.” How did you even get yourself here? All be cause you list your footing on that branch? You wouldn’t be here now if we’re paying attention. More tears started to fall from your cheeks as you thought. “Oh baby don’t cry. It will be over soon. I promise.” He aligned himself with your sex,spreading it with his tip. You froze praying that it wouldn’t hurt to bad. He slowly pushed the tip in,slowly trying to let you adjust to his size. “Please don’t hurt me demon..” you manage to say. He tugged at your tail once more. “What did I tell you to call me.” “I’m sorry sir…” “Good girl.” He push a little more inside of you, forcing out a moan from you. Second by second he pushed a little more into you. “Your so fucking tight,I should make this pussy all mine..” he trailed of as he was close to bottoming out.

You were a mess already. Still crying but face flushed a deep purple because of the stretch of his cock. You know that you should be trying to break free of his grasp and attempt to escape. But it felt oh to good. You gripped the sheets of the bed trying to keep your balance. You kept leaning to one the right and tho left,basically swaying. He let go of your tail and placed his other hand on the other side of your hip. Showing your pathetic attempt to keep you balance. He pulled out, only leaving the tip is for a moment just to slam back into within an instant. A loud moan escaped your mouth, causing both of you to groan at the sudden action. “Fuck baby your squeezing me so fucking tight, you make me wanna cum already.” He started to pick up the pace maintaining a rhythm that already had you dripping down your legs. You laid you chest against the bed, wanton moans coming from you. “Sir please.” “Please what sweetness?, come on tell me what you want. ” He knew exactly what you wanted but he wanted to hear you say it he wanted you to say the filth that came to you mind.

How bad he wanted to corrupt you. This sweet girl who is just to nice and would do anything for the people she loves. Would never break the rules and would never disobey anyone.

“I want you to go faster..please sir.” You breathlessly said. “See that all you had to saw sweetness. It wasn’t that hard was it?” he said sitting up. “No sir.” He adjusted his hands on your waist and started to pick up the pace while fucking you. It was so much,he was just to big. You could barely take it. After a couple of moments the knot in your stomach started to come back but more Intense. Your legs started to tremble. “About to cum already we just got started?” He said mockingly. He lifted up his left leg just to get a little deeper inside you. “AH.” You screamed as you came all over his cock and your thighs. “Shit” he said chasing his own release. You just felt way to good. Your walls already squeezing him and now since you came he was on edge. You on the other hand was overstimulated. He leaned back down with his chest against your back and rubbed messy circles around your sensitive clit.

Not to soon after you collapsed onto the bed filled up with quaritchs seed. You were his now mated for life. Now you really couldn’t go back home especially not pregnant. Lo’ak and kiri would never look at you the same.

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footy-fictionist · 2 years ago

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Forever - Karim Adeyemi

Pairing: Karim Adeyemi x female reader

Warnings: it mentions troublesome mental health, physical knee injury (acl), questionable parenting, angst, fluff, probably some badly translated German

Word Count: 1024

Note: I have been going through some things and decided to write it out in the form of something fictional. Karim just happens to be the one I feel most comfortable writing for. Remember, this is purely fiction and know that I in no way know what Karim is like in real life. If you are not comfortable reading things about troublesome mental health, physical knee injuries and troubles with parents and the way they raised you, please do not read! Feedback is always appreciated, so if I forgot anything please let me know. Please do not copy and/or publish my work (reblogs are fine).

Karim has been noticing some changes in his girlfriend lately. It all started when she twisted her knee during a volleyball game. She immediately dropped her whole body to the floor crying out in pain. At first they couldn’t see what the issue was, but eventually the orthopaedist confirmed that she would need surgery to replace her front ACL. She was gutted and broke down crying right after the appointment. She loved playing volleyball and now she’d be out for about a year. Karim knew everything about bad injuries and how awful they could make you feel, not just physically but also mentally.

He’s been there for her every step and she seemed to be doing alright up until the 4 month mark after her surgery. She became more closed off, gave short answers and barely even greeted him when he came home. She didn’t really eat much and her sleep schedule seemed to be non-existent. Of course Karim wanted to talk to her about it, but he didn’t know where to start or how to even break the subject to her. He decided to first start cheering her up with little things. Bringing home her favourite flowers or her favorite sweets. Running baths for her after her physical therapy. Getting her a new book every once in a while. At the beginning it seemed to lift her mood a little, but slowly even that little light started to fade.

She wouldn’t talk to him or anyone else about it. Communicating was never her strong suit. She was never allowed to share her opinion at her parents’ house and she wasn’t allowed to talk back or argue. It made sure that she didn’t communicate at all. When she left her parents’ house she started communicating more and then when she started dating Karim, it all became a bit easier for her. Karim knew that communication was key and he communicated everything with her and praised her whenever she communicated with him. He never once got angry, no matter the news. And yet, she was shutting him out now. He didn’t know why, but he could guess. But when he came home from the game against Chelsea and she didn’t say a word to him about it, he had enough.

“Please tell me what’s going on with you! I can’t stand that you’re not talking to me. I’m here, I’ve never judged you or anything that happened before. What makes you think that I’m gonna judge anything that’s gonna come out? I just played an amazing game, scoring the only goal and you have nothing to say to me?”

She just stared back at him, almost looking unbothered but Karim knew better. He could see her mind working, her eyes showing so many emotions that even he couldn’t keep up.

“Please, please talk to me. I’m here, always. Please don’t shut me out, Schatz.”

And slowly he could see her mask begin to break. Her hands started shaking, her lip gave a small tremble as her eyes began to water. She pressed her lips together and hid her hands behind her back, but it was no use as the tears started falling. A sob broke through and immediately Karim pulled her into him. Her arms wrapped around him too, her hands fisting his shirt so hard he thought it might rip. She hid her face in his chest, the tears flowing so fast, that they became small rivers on her cheeks. He started rubbing his hands over her back and softly running his fingers through her hair. Soft whispers of love escaped his lips whenever he wasn’t pressing kisses to her hairline.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Karim. I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t want to bother you and bring down your happy mood. You’ve been doing so well the past few months. I couldn’t ruin that with my own unhappy thoughts. I started to believe it would be better to keep my distance. But now I can’t anymore. I’m sorry I’m hurting you, I didn’t mean to. Of course I watched the game tonight and saw what you did. You were incredible Karim, ich bin so stolz auf dich.”

The words came flooding out, the dam finally breaking. Karim slowly guided her to the couch and once there he pulled her into his lap, still rubbing her back whilst she now hid her face against his neck. Everything came out, her worries about playing volleyball, the pain she was in, how hard her physical therapy sessions were, how she wanted to support him everywhere but she couldn’t even go to the stadium on her own. After everything came out that she was holding back, she finally started to calm down. Her body, which had been stiff with stress and holding back, started to relax against his.

That’s when Karim responded to everything she said, reassuring her that she was getting the best care and that she would definitely be able to play again. Telling her how much he loved her and that he appreciated all her support no matter the time or place. She could be on the other side of the world whilst watching the game and he’d know that she was supporting him. The tears stopped and she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. She leant her forehead on his, whilst taking deep breaths, their breathing in sync as well as their heartbeats.

“Danke für alles, Karim. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. Thank you for your patience with me and for getting me to communicate. Ich liebe dich, für immer.”

“Kein Dank, mein Schatz. Ich liebe dich auch, für immer.”

He pulled his forehead away from her and slowly pressed a few kisses on every part of her face. In the meantime her hands wandered to the back of his head, tangling her hands in his curls, keeping him as close as possible. After all this, she couldn’t be more grateful for Karim. He is her everything, as much as she is his. They both knew they could get through anything together, as long as they communicated.

(Mein) Schatz: my darling/treasure Ich bin so stolz auf dich: I am so proud of you Danke für alles: thank you for everything Ich liebe dich (auch), für immer: I love you (too), forever Kein dank: don't thank me/you're welcome

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nhl-stories · 2 years ago

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Serotonin – Cale Makar

Summary: Cale is just helping out a friend of a friend in a tough place, he ends up in deeper than he ever imagined.

Author’s Note: Warnings for mentions of substance abuse, suicide attempts, and mental illness. If you're feeling suicidal, please reach out, you can find some resources here

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I get intrusive thoughts Like burning my hair off Like hurting somebody I love

Cale didn’t know what to expect; he was picturing the hospital from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, which he watched in a college psychology class, and pulling into the parking lot mostly shoots down that theory.

He wipes his palms on his jeans before getting out of the car, grabbing the backpack he was sent to bring.

The building is old and imposing in the way most hospitals are, someone should probably change that, he thinks as he enters the lobby.

The inside is a little warmer and brighter, but he’s immediately met with front desk behind glass and a door he has to be buzzed through to enter, so any comforting vibes are quickly swept away.

“How can I help you,” the nurse has a syrupy sweet voice.

“I’m here to see Morgan Lee, I brought some stuff for them,” Cale holds up the backpack.

“Great, if you can fill out this form,” she opens a door in the window and slides out a clipboard, “and we’ll need to check the bag before you see the patient.”

Cale opens his mouth, not sure if he wants to protest calling Morgan ‘the patient’ or searching the bag.

“It’s just protocol sweetie, we do it for everyone.”

Cale hates being called sweetie.

The bag search takes forever, they go through every pocket, then keep the backpack and hand Cale a box full of its contents before leading him to Morgan’s room.

The facility seems nice, it’s not filled with zombies in matching gowns being handed medication; in fact, it kind of reminds him of a college dorm.

“Morgan, you have a visitor,” the nurse opens the door and calls in before waving Cale in, “you can stay until dinner time, and I’m gonna leave the door open.”

“Oooh open door, Cale you must seem like trouble,” Morgan smiles from the bed.

They’re wearing a hospital gown with a scratchy looking robe over top, those surgery socks with the textured bottoms on their feet. Cale can’t stop staring at the bright green cast on their right arm.

He doesn’t want to stare, make Morgan feel weird, but the situation is weird. He drops the box at the end of the bed.

“I think they’re keeping your backpack,” he lamely adds.

“I told you to put it all in a box,” they start digging through the contents, “you can’t hang yourself with a box.”

There’s a quick intake of air, he doesn’t realize it’s his own until Morgan looks at him with a sad look.

“Sorry, too soon for suicide jokes?”

Cale looks down at his feet, he can feel his cheeks turning pinker than normal. He wants to be a good visitor, not make Morgan walk on eggshells around his own comfort zone.

“I graduated from hospital fashion, so that’s a good sign,” they find a baggy DU sweatshirt and start to change, standing up from the bed and shimmying on a pair of sweats, they look happier and healthier already.

“How long are you gonna be in here?” It’s not the best first question, but anything is better than Cale standing in awkward silence.

“They think 15 more days, depending. I’m mostly through the worst of the withdrawals so it’s all about whether I’m a threat to myself and others.”

Morgan pulls the chair closer to the bed and gestures for Cale to take it before hopping back on the bed, “then it’s all outpatient service.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“The thing about people with functioning drug and alcohol problems, is you don’t usually know they have a serious problem. It’s kind of the goal.”

Cale can’t believe this is the same person who called him crying a day ago.

“Besides we’re like really, really good acquaintances at best. If you were the first person to figure it out…” Morgan let’s out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know, it doesn’t matter now. I’m here and not being scraped off a sidewalk.”

“Still, sorry it had to get this far.”

Morgan shrugs, “so tell me what’s new with you, how’s the team? Reading any new books? Or any good Costco deals?”

Cale is happy to prattle on, he likes talking to Morgan. They always seemed engaged with whatever he’s saying, even if it’s mundane.

Their friendship is quite new, only really blossoming in the past year when they learned they lived in the same neighborhood. Cale wouldn’t say they were that close, but in the short time Morgan has always taken his book recommendations, happily sharing their thoughts afterwards, sharing their own reads back. They even seem genuinely interested in whatever he found at Costco.

Because he enjoys Morgan’s company so much, it makes him feel a little worse that he didn’t notice anything was wrong. Sitting in a psychiatric hospital for a visit makes him think there must have been red flags he missed.

Eventually the nurse pops her head back in, “Morgan, dinner is in 10, so you and your guest can wrap it up.”

“Thanks for hanging out,” Morgan gives Cale a playful kick in the thigh.

“No problem, I’ll gladly swing by any time I’m free,” he hopes it’s clear he means it.

“And can you do me a favor? Don’t mention this to Jade or Logan please?”

“Oh,” Cale tries to hide his shock, “you don’t think they’ll notice you’re AWOL?”

“One week in Jade will know what’s up, this has happened a few times...” the words feel like they carry the weight of the world, “But I don’t want them to freak out and worry. They’ll try and make me move in with them again.”

“Yeah, I can keep a secret,” his stomach sloshes uncomfortably, he’s not only terrible at deception, his body seems to have an allergic reaction to it.

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Cale first met Morgan through OC and his girlfriend, Jade. Jade had been friends with Morgan since high school and they all attended University of Denver together. Morgan had come to a few games and parties, but nothing really made a lasting impression.

Until they won the Stanley Cup.

Morgan seemed to be at every party, doing an incredible job of keeping up with the boys. In hindsight, maybe that’s a red flag in it of itself.

He doesn’t remember most of it, but he distinctly remembers Jade apologizing for Morgan’s behavior the morning after the parade. Cale can’t recall what exactly what they had done, he has a foggy memory of Morgan being a bit of a ragdoll at one point, but nothing too alarming.

Whatever it was, it was apparently bad enough for the grave expressions OC and Jade gave as they apologized. Probably another red flag.

But Morgan was back, maybe a little more subdued, for the festivities the next day. Cale was a bit too drunk to operate his phone and had asked them to help him order an Uber home, Morgan happily obliged and made a delighted noise when they realized Cale was practically their neighbor.

They shared the car and planted the seeds of their friendship.

Cale didn’t get a chance to visit Morgan in the hospital for five days, but OC did question him.

“Hey Cale, have you seen Mo around your hood recently? Jade hasn’t heard from them and she’s getting a little worried.”

“Uhhh–“ the uncomfortable sloshing returns, “Morgan hasn’t been around, but I talked to them the other day, they seem to be doing well.”

It’s not exactly a lie, more of a lie of omission.

“Oh. Good. I’ll pass that along to Jade. I told her she didn’t need to freak out, but they’ve been friends forever and been through some tough times, so she can’t help it sometimes.”

It feels like Logan knows that Cale knows something, or maybe he’s just talking out his own worries about Morgan. Either way, Cale feels a little sicker about not telling the whole truth; he just hopes it’s not showing on his face.

“I’ll let you know if I hear from Morgan again,” he can at least be mostly honest about that.

“Thank for looking out,” Logan claps him on the shoulder before he leaves.

Cale goes to visit Morgan afterwards; he brings his cribbage board because he thinks Morgan will like having an activity, so neither of them will feel obligated to talk.

“We can go outside to play, I’ve been told I’m not taking advantage of the grounds, so I’ll get brownie points from the staff too.”

They find a table in a sunny patch, “Logan asked about you today.”

“Yeah, I have about 24 hours before Jade talks to my parents and then she’ll be here first thing.”

“It’s nice to have someone who cares that much,” Cale feels like he’s stepping into very heavy territory.

“I’m not really the nicest to the people who care about me when I go into self-destruct mode and it’s harder to face someone who loves you despite the things you’ve said or done in the aftermath.

Their eyes start to water, and Cale feels a little guilty.

“Do you know how to play?” He changes the subject.

“Absolutely no clue.”

“That’s fine, I hear that I’m a good teacher.”

Cale has never seen Morgan smile so wide. He’s always thought they had one of those contagious smiles, but he feels a sense of pride in being the cause of it now.

“I suck at this. Are you sure you’re good teacher?”

“There’s definitely a learning curve, plus I’m basically a pro.”

“Wow, is Cale Makar bragging?”

“Is it bragging if it’s true?” Morgan gives him a shove.

They play one more game and Morgan still sucks, but admits they have fun despite that. They have to call it quits because Morgan has group therapy so they head back to their room.

Cale hands over his cribbage board, “you can borrow this, if you want to practice with someone here.”

“I don’t want to take your board; you have a road trip coming up.”

“Don’t worry I have another one.”

“You own two cribbage boards? I was definitely being hustled.”

Cale chuckles, “I don’t think it’s hustling if there are no stakes.”

“A technicality,” Morgan smirks but takes the board nonetheless.

They awkwardly stand in Morgan’s room, just goofily smiling at each other. Not sure if they want to end their time together, even though they have to.

“Do you want to sign my cast?”

“What?”

“If I have a famous autograph, I’ll be the coolest person in group,” Morgan bites back her smile.

“In that case, sure.”

Morgan finds a marker and hands it over. Cale holds their cast, dangerously close to brushing their fingers while he signs.

“Thanks, I’ll see you after your road trip?”

“Yeah, rematch?”

Morgan gives a thumbs up and a wave as Cale leaves.

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“You little rat!”

Cale whips his head over to the voice in the hallway, but feels a punch in his arm before he can identify the voice.

“Cale Makar, I thought you were a nice boy,” Jade comes into focus in the hallway after the game, she’s fuming and Cale wonders if she’s been letting this fester for the whole hockey game.

He can assume what she’s mad about, but he can’t seem to wipe the dumbfounded look off his face as he stares.

“You signed her cast, and you didn’t tell me or Logan where she was? What the actual fuck.”

She punches him a few more times for emphasis.

The other guys trickling out of the locker room can’t help but stare, it’s not a normal occurrence for Cale to get yelled at by anyone.

Logan finally emerges and tries to calm his girlfriend down, or at least stop her from causing a scene.

“She made me promise not tell.”

“Oh, well then that’s okay, people in psychiatric hospitals notably have good judgement.”

Cale winces.

“Jade honey, don’t blame Cale.”

Jade let’s out a huff, like she’s still not sure.

“We should be glad Mo is reaching out to someone, instead of pushing everyone away,” OC reasons.

“Fine, I guess I’ll forgive you,” a small smile begins to form, “you seem to be a good influence, Mo made a friend in the hospital, and they’ve never done that before. And because of cribbage of all things.”

Cale feels his face heat up. He’s been called a good influence dozens of times in his life, but this one makes him feel giddy.

“Keep it up is what I’m saying. You’re in the trenches with us now, especially when Morgan is back in the real world.”

“Yeah of course, I think I graduated from really, really good acquaintance to actual friend.”

Then Jade pulls him into a tight hug, making a full 180 in the span of a single conversation.

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Cale comes from home from a road trip and finds Morgan sitting against the door to his place.

“Should I be concerned or excited for this visit?” He tries to keep it light, but his heart is racing with legitimate concern.

“I didn’t escape from the mental institution if that’s what you’re thinking, I got released three days ago.”

Morgan stands up so Cale can unlock his door.

“It’s just I took a leave of absence from school and in hindsight that may have been a mistake.”

“Yeah? I didn’t even finish college so I’m not exactly well-informed on grad school, but I can’t imagine missing two weeks is that easy to make up especially near the end of the semester.”

“That was my reasoning, but it’s only been three days and my schedule is a little too open.”

They follow Cale into the apartment, and flop onto the couch like they own the place. Cale feels the need to keep an eye on Morgan but also doesn’t want to be suffocating and he has luggage to put away and laundry to start.

Morgan keeps going on like they just need to talk so Cale goes about his business while he listens.

“I can only go to so much therapy or meetings and I don’t have a new sponsor yet, and all my friends except you and Logan have real jobs, so I’m feeling a bit aimless. Maybe I should pick up a hobby.”

“Maybe you could pick more shifts at work,” Cale decides chores can wait a bit and flops down on the couch next Morgan, picking up their legs to rest across his.

“Well I work at a bar, which is great for hiding alcoholism, not great for sobriety.”

“Yikes, probably not. What did you do in the past?”

“Throw myself into school or lie about getting sober.”

“Right,” Cale feels a bit out of his depth here, “Want to go on a hike?”

“Like right now? Didn’t you just get back from a road trip, shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’m not gonna make you climb a mountain,” he stands up and offers his hands to help Morgan up, “exercise gives you endorphins.”

“Isn’t that from Legally Blonde?”

Cale can feel his ears burning but notices Morgan is flushing too, he realizes they’re still holding hands, neither making the first move to let go.

And that’s how Cale finds his off time filled with trails around Denver. Sometimes just the two of them, not really talking, just heavy breathing and enjoying the views. Sometimes with OC and Jade, which weirdly makes Cale’s nervous, it’s somehow more intimate than when it’s just Morgan and himself.

His heart sings when Morgan sends him a picture of a hike, they took on their own, or with some people from group, or Jade. He likes knowing they’re filling their time with something; that he’s a good influence, a good friend even when he can’t physically be involved.

And he can’t help but want Morgan involved in his life too. It’s why on one of their “double date” hikes he finally gets the courage to ask.

“You want to come to our next home game Mo?”

Morgan is still gasping a bit from the last incline they hiked up, but they smile through it regardless.

Jade is the first to speak up, “It’s a playoff game, will that be too much for you?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t come anyway. I’m getting my 30-day chip that night.”

“Oh fuck, Mo I completely forgot. I wanted us to be there to celebrate with you,” Jade pouts.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No that’s a huge deal, congrats,” Cale smiles through his selfish disappointment.

“Jade, it’s okay if you miss the game,” Logan adds, his own disappointment shining through a bit too, the whole conversation becoming a bit of a downer.

“It’s not the first time I’ve been a month sober, go cheer on our team for me Jade. And I’ll go to the next game,” Jade makes a noise of concern, “and if it’s too much I leave early to go to a meeting or something.”

“Fine, but I’m still getting you a cake to celebrate on another day.”

It turns out a game and a playoff game on top of that is too much. Morgan barely makes it through the first before they have to excuse themselves.

They text Cale: Sorry I’m too lame to hang, but still screaming and cheering in spirit

Cale can’t help but feel sad when he isn’t greeted by Morgan, watching everyone else get celebratory hugs from loved one feels like a stab in the gut. Jade gives him a hug that makes him a feel a bit pathetic.

“We’re going to Mo’s for some ice cream cake if you want to join, I know they’d like you there.”

He feels a little less pathetic and feels something warm make its home behind his sternum.

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They win the next game but then it seems to all go to shit.

He doesn’t mean for the hit to be that bad. He could make excuses about the heat of the game; about the blood that buzzes in his ears that makes him so singularly focused on the ice. But it doesn’t change what happens, how it looks in the replay. It looks bad, it is bad, and yeah, he probably deserves the suspension he gets.

It doesn’t help that they lose the game, in OT of all things.

He’s angry and blames himself for all the team’s problems, deep down he knows it’s irrational, he just can’t help it.

Morgan calls him, their name flashing on his phone would usually cause his heart to skip a beat, but he’s just tired. He answers anyway.

“Hey, how are you?”

There’s no pity or even concern in their voice, just a normal greeting like Morgan doesn’t know what happened. He’s torn between relief and anger.

He grunts in response.

“Ooh, never a good greeting.”

“Any reason you called?” He doesn’t recognize his own voice with the tone that comes out on its own accord.

“Just wanted to catch up, see if you wanted to hang out or something. Get your mind off the playoffs for a bit.”

“Don’t you have your own problems to worry about? Fix yourself before getting in my business,” he snaps before he can stop himself.

He wants to be angry; he wants to wallow in his frustration and disappointment. Morgan just happens to be the first person he can target it at.

“Oh. Justdon’tbetoohardonyourself,” they spit the last bit out in one word before hanging up.

Cale has even more reason to be hard on himself now. He gets a sick enjoyment from picking at his wounds rather than licking them.

But the guilt weighs on him.

It weighs on him when OC sends a glare his way during practice, clearly hearing how Cale acted towards Morgan.

It weighs on him when he gets back into the lineup, even when he has two points on the board.

It weighs on him as he sits in stall and stares at his hands, having lost the series. It feels like everything went wrong because of him, and he hates that there is a degree of truth in that thought.

When he finally feels like he’s mentally beat himself up enough in the locker room, he gets up to beat himself up more at home.

Morgan is there sitting against his door. Cale thinks of turning around and running, but since he’s being a glutton for punishment at the moment, he faces this head on.

“Sorry about the game, sucks,” Morgan stands up and hugs him.

Before he knows it, he’s hugging them back and crying.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs out, knowing it’s not enough but all he can give right now.

“It’s okay,” they rub his back, their cast feeling weirdly soothing.

“It’s not, that was a really shitty thing to do.”

“If anyone knows about lashing out when things are bad, it’s me. You’re forgiven.”

Morgan pulls away and gives him a reassuring smile, Cale wants to believe that he’s forgiven. They seem to sense that.

“Seriously Cale. Right before I went to rehab the first time, Jade had threatened to tell my parents about my problems, so I told her if she did that she would never find another friend because she was completely unlovable and I only kept her around because of how pathetic she was.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, doesn’t make it okay to say those things, it’s been like a decade I’m still trying to make it up to Jade, but you’re forgiven for letting your emotions get the better of you.”

“At least you had drugs to blame it on, that was all me,” Cale smirks, before he widens his eyes, realizing how fucked up that was to say.

But Morgan bursts out into a laugh, it feels like winning in a miniscule way.

“Now we’re real friends,” they ruffle his hair, “an acquaintance would never feel comfortable enough to make that joke.”

The word friend doesn’t sit quite right with Cale, like wearing a shirt that’s a size too small.

Morgan grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze, “I’m glad we’ll be on good terms before you go back to Calgary.”

He grabs their fingers peeking out of the cast and takes a big swing, “Calgary has some good trails around, if you feel like getting away for a bit, we can celebrate 60 days of sobriety.”

Morgan is trying to bite back a smile, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

They stand in the hallway, grinning at each other like dopes and holding hands. Neither wanting to say goodbye but not really sure what to do next.

Then Morgan kisses him. It’s not quite a peck yet not quite a deep, passionate kiss. It’s something different: tender and meaningful.

“I’m not really supposed to date anyone for a year,” Cale furrows his brows in response.

“It’s an NA/AA thing, we’re supposed to focus on recovery and ourselves before we start putting energy towards other people.”

“Oh, yeah that’s–” Cale tries to hide his disappointment.

“But you’ll be the first person I call when I get there,” they intertwine their fingers, “cause maybe you can graduate from friend to something more.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” neither one can wipe the stupid grin off their face.

#cale makar #cale makar imagine #cale makar fic #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines #colorado avalanche fic #hockey imagines #nhl #hockey #nhl imagines #hockey fics #nhl stories #non binary oc

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pinejayy · 2 years ago

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Yandere Bob Velseb x Reader (Sweet Candy) pt.2

PART 2!!

HERE’S PART 1

Tigger Warning: Curse Words, Cannibalism, Knife, Vomit, Mental abuse and some physical abuse. Bob just being an awful human. Dark themes, Death mention.

Authors note: I don’t condone or support with any kind of abuse. This is all just for the story.

A few days have passed by and it’s been a nightmare, why you may ask. Well the night he took you away he came back with some kind of meat. A hamburger? Then it hit you, this son of a bitch was going to feed you human meat. Of course you didn’t want the meat and told him to fuck off. But he would insist you eat this or else…But of course you still didn’t give in and that’s when he grabbed you and he pinned you down forcing the hamburger down your mouth. He didn’t stop until you had enough, which ended up with you throwing up and crying and him laughing at your reaction . Day after day was just pure torture. He was a sick fuck.

As you just sat there on his bed, just spacing out. You were trying to avoid his eyes. He was staring deep into you, as if he was a predator and you were his prey. “Oh come on my Sweet Candy, you can look at me.” He said. He just kept on sitting there looking, slowly he started to lean in until he was next to you. You kept your eyes off of him still. But you began tense up, you still weren’t used to his presence.

That’s when he took a huge whiff of you. God it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t say anything. Afraid you were gonna anger the psychopath. “You smell good..just like candy.” He said deeply. Leaning in closer to you he kept on smelling you. Whimpering to yourself “Please stop….”

Bob looked at you, smirking. “Ahh you finally talk Sweet Candy. Does this make you uncomfortable?” He laughed at you. Which made you whisper softly. “I don’t think I’ll stop. You smell good, just imagine how good you taste.”

You started to shake “Imagine how good and tender your meat is. How sweet your blood is.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and out of no where you felt his cold wet tongue against your neck. “Mmm how swee-“

He didn’t have a chance to finish the sentence because you quickly pushed him away from you. It caught him off guard. “Don’t fucking do that again…you creep.”

He stood still for a good few seconds, then anger took over him. Bob stood up, looking down at you. You were tiny compared to him. You quickly regretted your decision. ”You little brat.” He spat out.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…” You began saying. And that’s when he raised his hand at you and slapped you hard knocking you down to floor.

“Don’t ever do that again. Or next time it’s going to be ugly for you.” He said. You just laid there, holding your face. Tears steaming down your face. He went on one knee and looked down at you. Grabbing you by the hair, pulling your hair back with force making you look at him.

“Got IT!.” He said harshly. You nodded quickly. Which made him smile. He got up and looked down at you. “I’m going out. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He began walking off. “I’ll see you in a few my Sweet Candy.” And with that he walked off and locking the door behind him. Leaving you alone.

Rubbing your face. You just laid there, after awhile you got up and cried. This was going to get worst, you just know it. You had to get out of here, somehow. But you needed a plan. It was going to take time but you were going to figure it out.

You just laid on the bed, thinking. Was this really how you were going to die? Or were you going to escape? You really missed your family…your friends. My god why did the Devil pick you.

As Bob made his way out of his old house, he was making his way to the small town. He was after some new meat! He couldn’t stop thinking about what you did, it made him angry! Why did you do that, don’t you know that he could kill you.

Oh you’re going to learn your lesson, maybe when he comes back. Hmm he had the prefect punishment for you. A sick punishment…he’s going to love toying with you. But he had to focus on getting meat…and he had the prefect person.

The prefect person for your punishment.

Bob made his way through the town, he made sure he wasn’t seen by anyone. Hiding in the shadows. He was quick. He already knew so much about you, how? Well he had his ways. He knows everyone you love and care about. After awhile of walking he finally made to his destination. Looking at the house, it was the house of one of your closest friends. He smiled to himself, getting his knife ready. Mouth watering.

This is going to be good. Bob couldn’t wait to show you his punishment. He quickly made it in the house. It was dark and quite hmm must be sleeping.

Bob looked around the house, looking through every room. Until he found them sleeping in their bed. They looked so peaceful, he wonders what they would taste like. Hmm well he’s going to find out soon. Making his way towards the sleeping body, he got on top of them.

They quickly woke up but couldn’t move since Bob was on top of them. He laughed and placed a hand over their mouth. “Don’t struggle, I’ll make this quick. But don’t worry you’re doing me a good favor. The favor of being apart of Y/N punishment.” And with that he lunged the knife into their chest multiple times until they stopped breathing. He was satisfied as their body went limp and blood was pouring out of them.

Bob quickly grabbed their body and made his way out and back to his place. This was going to be good. He was going to get a good meal and you were going to get something. As he was walking back to his house, he didn’t hear you. Hmm you must be asleep. That’s prefect for him!

As a few hours passed by, you were still sleeping. You were sleeping peacefully until you were woken up. Woken by having a bucket of cold water thrown onto you. “AHHH..” You yelled out. Waking up quickly and panicking.

You quickly jolted up, seeing Bob standing there with a huge grin on his face. “What the fuc-.” You began saying and were cut off. That’s because Bob threw something at you. The object hit you, you didn’t know what it was. That’s until you looked at it.

You wanted to throw up. You started to tear up, shaking like crazy while Bob just stood there laughing at your reaction.

You couldn’t believe what you were looking at..this can’t be real..

(Okay guys that’s part 2!! Would you guys like a part 3?? And if so what would happen??) (But I hope you guys like this, I’m still kinda rusty for writing but this story is gonna be dark okay!!)

#bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month

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