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A/N: Billy Butcher x F!Reader. Mild Smut.
Billy might have fucked up on this one.Â
He blames it on his anger. He blames it on his unflinching hatred for supes. Strong emotions. Stronger inclinations. His body starts moving before his brain can even catch up.Â
In truth, hate and lust are really two sides of the same coin. Or is that love? Billy really doesnât believe that love can just happen. He understands attraction. Love is a rare bedfellow and one he probably won't meet again.
He loved his dead wife. He loved his brother.Â
He doesnât love you. Heâs certain of that.Â
Still, he finds himself blinded when you blink up at him and murmur: kill me.
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He had wanted to choke you out. He had wanted to crush your invincible windpipe with his bare hands.
âDo it,â you challenge. âKill me." You cock your head. "That must be what you want seeing as you just broke my damn door."
Thereâs your very own Disneyland commercial playing on the television behind them. You're smiling blindly in some neon monstrosity and he thinks of plastic. He wonders if he should haul you out into the sunlight to see if youâll melt. His adorable Barbie. His supe pet.
Make sure you take advantage of the California Resident Discount! I know I will!
âYou donât even live in California,â he mutters as his eyes flicker between the television and the very real you staring up at him.Â
âItâs a script,â you explain flatly. âI read it. I donât ask.â
He canât quite recall why he came here in the first place. MM had told him that youâd stopped helping them out, feeding the boys information without an explanation. Heâd gotten pissed, to say the least.
Temp V is screaming on highways through his veins. He feels it twist his guts and wrap steel over his lungs. His brain is throbbing with a repetitive drumbeat. He admires the roundness of your pretty skull. He could break it. He could smash it right on this table and it would take a few tries, but it would shatter eventually.
âWhy are you here, Butcher?â you finally ask. The fight leaves you as soon as you realize he isnât playing his part.Â
He scans your apartment with its stainless steel and velvet pillows. Itâs a nice fucking place and heâs never asked why you didnât live in the Vought Tower.
âYou stopped.â His fingers itch and he curls them into fists, stabbing his blunt nails into his palm until it hurts. His skin is hard as diamonds and it wonât budge or give way. He cannot bleed. âWhyâd you quit?â
You donât look surprised. You simply shrug your shoulders.
âThatâs not quite good enough, love.â
âItâs not your business.â
âThen humor me,â he returns. âIâm curious why Voughtâs princess who hates her fucking shiny Vought life would be out all of a sudden. We were making progress, I thought.â
You grimace, brow furrowing as you duck his gaze.Â
âDid he threaten you?â he suddenly presses. Had Homelander figured it out?
âNo,â you snap before throwing your hands up. âIâm fucking scaredâŚthatâs it. Iâm really fucking scared.â
He blinks at you, surprised. ThatâŚhadnât occurred to him. You wrap your arms around yourself protectively, shifting on your feet like you want to be anywhere but there. It suddenly occurs to Billy how young you are. Vought paints you in that suggestive, pin-up light. Right now, youâre in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Thick, wool socks.Â
He steps forward and cradles your cheek. Itâs a strange move on his part. Heâs not sure why he does it. Maybe, he canât quite shake that protective mantle. Maybe, he is desperate to save someone after he had failed Becca and his brother.Â
âYou wonât die,â he says evenly, tracing your face with a softer regard than he thought he was capable of.Â
You hook your fingers into the lapels of his coat. Your mouth parts. The air in the room circulates hot and cold and then blisters and the V hurts, but it allows him the ability to hear the rough pace of your heartbeat. âWhat are you doing?â Your tone is quiet, slightly concerned. He hauls you closer to him and he really intends to blame it on the drug in his system. Itâs making him hard and dizzy and he wants to rescue you in this small, meaningless way.Â
âWould it help?â he urges as his lips ghost over yours, as he tips your chin up with the crook of his finger.Â
How did he get here? How did it change?
âOkay,â you reply.Â
Heâs only a little rough about it. He lifts you onto a table, dirtied hands opening your legs. He shoves your sweats to your ankles before heâs throwing you knees over his shoulder and then he really tastes you. Itâs as he thought. The brief glint of salt underneath the familiar tang of pussy. Sweat and sweetness.
He enjoys every part of it. The band of his arm across your belly and his tongue wiggling inside your cunt. When he fucks you, itâs the same. Breathy, whimpering cries with every pump of his hips. The squeak and shudder of the wood table. Your face bright and damp as you clutch onto anything you can.Â
âBilly,â you call out as your body shivers with climax. Your back arches and your pelvis bucks as he tries to pin you down like the lovely little butterfly you are.Â
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Yeah i have a dark past (being 13). Just an absolutely horrible backstory (being 13). It would keep you up at night if i told you about it (i was 13 one time)
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High Enough
Billy Butcher Masterlist
Summary: When Billy Butcher receives a flower, he doesnât really understand why or what to do with it. Something seems off with the plant, but when Butcher understands, itâs too late. And thereâs only one person he can call for help.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: Dubcon due to the sex pollen (even if everyone is okay with it, Iâm still puting the warning), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, attempted murder, swearing, mention of past violent trauma, toxic plant, being high on a flower
Word Count: 2840
Square: sex pollen for @anyfandomdarkbingoââ
A/n: This fic was requested by @strife4lifeâ that requested Billy Butcher with the square sex pollen! Hope you like it!
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Hi, may I request something with Butcher? Prompts #5 and #15. Maybe the electricity goes out in the place where the boys are crushing for the night, and it's cold and windy so they're all freezing. Reader had to share a room with butcher, and when he sees her shivering he offers her his coat. It's still freezing though so they end up having to cuddle for warmth which makes reader anxious since they have a massive crush on butcher. Maybe butcher thinks he's making them uncomfortable, which leads to an unexpected confession and then to them falling asleep entangled in each other's arms :)
thank you in advance and feel free to change anything you want on my request đđ
Heartbeat.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.
Summary: You've had a crush on Butcher for a long time and one powerless and cold night pushed you two closer together and made confessions come out.
Warning: Swearing. That's it, I think?
Prompt: Fluff - 5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."
15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good a good thing?" - "Itâs⌠Itâs comforting."
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Thank you for this request!! I enjoyed writing it so much!! I hope I did your request justice and you like it!!
It had been weeks since you, along with the boys, had to go into hiding. All your covers had been blown and you were all burned. Grace Mallory had been kind enough to help you with a hideout. The place was shitty and falling apart and the neighborhood was sketchy.
It was only three bedrooms between the six of you and everyone had to room up together. Frenchy had insisted that Kimiko and him share, and before you could intervene, Hughie had already claimed MM as his roommate.
Hughie was one of the only people who knew about the crush you have on Butcher. The second he joined the boys, you and Hughie grew close and one night after sharing a bottle of wine, you confessed to Hughie that you liked Butcher. And since that very fucking day, Hughie has done everything in his power to push you and Butcher closer together.
Butcher didnât mind sharing a room with you, but for you, it was a living hell. You were extremely aware and self-conscious of everything you did around Butcher. You two had a close relationship and that only made it harder for you. Because you couldnât pull away from him without him getting suspicious but pretending to only want to be close friends with him was torture.
One night you were in the living room, sitting on a crappy couch with Butcher and Frenchy. While they watched a movie, your attention was running around the dimly lit room. You always tried to keep noise and lights to a minimum in the house, so as to not draw any attention. Right now, the room was only illuminated by the small TV screen.
Suddenly the TV went off and the place felt ten times darker and colder in the absence of power. MM came out of the room he shared with Hughie, who was already sleeping. âIs the power out?â He asked as he glanced around.
Butcher stared at the turned off tv for a second before tilting his head to look over at MM.âNo, canât ya see the TV is on? Look, theyâre showing those fuckinâ rich sisters with the ginormous asses.â He snarkily replied as he pointed towards the TV and Frenchy let out a chuckle.
MM rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. âYou gotta be a dick all the time?â He questioned as he raised his eyebrows at Butcher.
Butcher offered him a lopsided smirk as he spread out his arms by his sides. âItâs my trademark.â He replied and MM rolled his eyes again as he shook his head.
You got up from the couch, patting your feet through the dark. You made your way over towards one of the windows that had been plastered over one of the many busted windows in the place. You shivered at the cold breeze blowing over your face as you peeled a piece of the newspaper back and glanced outside at the pitch-black streets. âLookâs like the whole street is out.â You informed them as you pulled away from the window and Frenchy turned on the flashlight of his phone, lighting the room up a little. Â âFuck, itâs freezing in here.â You muttered as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
âMaybe we can start a fire, no?â Frenchy asked as he looked between you, Butcher, and MM with raised eyebrows.
MM slowly turned around to face Frenchy, raising his eyebrows. âOn the fucking floor?â He asked as he pointed his hands down at the floor before shrugging his shoulders. âWhere the fuck are you going to make a fire, Frenchy?â He asked, seeing as the shitty place didnât have a fireplace.
âIt was just a suggestion,â Frenchy muttered softly as his lips slightly pouted out and his arms crossed over his chest.
âYeah well, it was a dumb fucking suggestion.â MM huffed as he shook his head at Frenchy, a frown tugging at his lips that nearly made him look disappointed and it made you smile.
âIâm going to bed.â You muttered with a soft sigh as you stretched your back and the three men said their goodnights as you sauntered off to your room. Two mattresses lay on the floor, both on opposite sides of the room. You sighed as you glanced at your mattress with only one blanket lying across it.
You pulled on a sweater to warm yourself up a little in the cold. The only window in the room was busted as well and it allowed for a cold breeze. You kicked off your shoes, keeping your socks and even your jeans on. You all had grown used to keeping your day clothes on for when you had to leave through the night in a hurry.
You climbed underneath your blanket and pulled your knees up to your chest as you lay on your side. Your body trembled every time you shivered and your teeth began to clatter. Your muscles quickly grew sore as your shivers grew more frequent.
The door to the room opened and Butcher looked down at you, eyebrows deeply furrowing. âJesus, I can hear ya fucking teeth clatter all the way down the hall.â He grunted with a huff as he made his way through the room, kicking a bag of clothes out of his way.
You scoffed as you sat up on your mattress, lips pouting as you rested your chin on your knees, wrapping your arms around your legs. âAs if this place wasnât cold  enough to begin with.â You muttered softly. âWhy donât we have more blankets?â You asked with a sigh.
Butcher turned to you, quirking an eyebrow. âSorry luv, wasnât on the fuckin ârunning from every law in this countryâ, bucket list.â He replied as he shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms out by his sides.
You stared up at him, pursing your lips. âYou know, MM is right.â You muttered softly, but there was a lighthearted tone to your voice.
Butcher hummed as his head cocked to the side. âAbout?â He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.
âYou being a dick.â You replied softly as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. A shiver ran down your back and you wrapped your arms tighter around your legs.
Butcher scoffed in amusement at your words and he nodded in agreement. "Thank you, luv.â He muttered with a grin. He stared at you as you shivered again and he pursed his lips and pulled off his long black trench coat. âHere, take my coat.â He insisted.
Your eyes slightly widened in the dark room and your lips parted. Your heart began to beat with loud thuds in your chest. âNo, I canât do that.â You replied softly as you shook your head. You couldnât have Butcher be cold just for you. Even though you were sure the temp V warmed him right up.
âTake it.â He insisted as he dropped the coat down on your mattress. âCanât listen to your teeth chattering the whole bloody night.â He muttered as he climbed down on his mattress, pulling a blanket over his legs and resting with his back against the wall.
âThank you.â You spoke up softly as you sat up on your knees and grabbed his coat. You shrugged it on and tensed up when you smelled his lingering scent on the fabric. You softly cleared your throat as you sat back.
Butcher watched you, his eyebrows furrowing. âWhat is it?â He questioned as his head tilted to the side.
You pursed your lips as you shrugged your shoulders. âYour coat smells like you." You muttered softly as you wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning into the warmth of his coat.
Butcher was silent for a few seconds as he stared at you, admiring the way you looked completely engulfed in his coat that was a little just too big for you. "Is that a good thing?" He asked after a while as he raised his eyebrows.
Now it was your turn to be silent for a few seconds. You stared into the darkness in front of you as you pursed your lips again. Butcher hummed questionally and that snapped your attention back to him. You turned your head to face him. âItâs⌠Itâs comforting." You whispered and your whole body grew so warm that you almost stopped shivering.
âYeah?â He asked, his voice oddly soft as his eyes remained on you. âAnd why is that?â He asked curiously as he shifted on his mattress so that most of his focus could be on you.
Again you remained silent for a second before shrugging your shoulders again. âI donât knowâŚit just is.â You muttered softly as you shifted to lie down, pulling your blanket tightly over yourself as you curled up. You began shivering again and your teeth clattered.
Butcher watched you for a while, sighing when all that filled the silence, was your teeth clattering together. âBloody hell, I can still hear your teeth, Y/n.â He muttered.
âI canât help it.â You replied with a sigh as you curled up even more, trying to stop your teeth from clattering but failing completely. âItâs a normal bodily function.â You huffed at him.
Butcher stared at you for a while again before he flipped back his blanket. âCome over here.â He softly called out to you as his lips pulled into a thin line.
Your heart nearly skipped a beat right there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at  Butcher through the darkness surrounding you. âWhat?â You asked in confusion.
âBring ya blanket and come here.â He insisted as he patted the spot directly next to him on his mattress.
This time, you could have sworn your heart did skip a beat. Your lips parted as you stared at Butcher, your stomach knotting. âYouâŚyou mean-â You muttered softly, letting your sentence drift into nothingness.
âYes,â Butcher replied as he patted the spot again. âBody heat will warm ya up faster than that flimsy fuckinâ blanket.â He said as he nodded his head at the blanket that covered you.
âO-okay.â You muttered, hesitantly getting up from your mattress and patting your way toward Butcherâs. your heartbeat picked up with every step you took. You hesitantly lay down next to Butcher as he shifted, pulling his blanket over your body before wrapping an arm around you.
You ever so slightly tensed as you were pulled against his chest, your head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder. Butcher was warm, extremely warm. The lasting effects of the last of the temp V in his system. You were one of the few that was aware he had been shooting the shit up into his veins. What you didnât know was, that your crying when you found out about it, was what made Butcher stop taking it. He swore to find another way to kill Homelander. He couldnât be the cause of your heartache or tears.
Another lasting effect that still lingered was his enhanced senses. He could so clearly smell the mixture of both your scent and his scent combined on you. He could also hear how loud and fast your heart beated. The thudding nearly hurt his ears.
âBloody hell, I can hear your heart beating, relax, will ya?â He spoke up in a grumbling voice as he gave your arm a gentle but firm squeeze. It was an attempt to calm you but his touch only made your heart beat so much faster.
âI canât help it.â You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed of the fact that he could so vividly hear your heart. You were surprised he didnât notice the way your heartbeat always picked up when he was around.
âYeah?â He hummed softly as he raised his eyebrows. Â âIs sounding like ya heartâs about to fuckinâ give out, a normal bodily function as well?â He questioned sarcastically, with a hint of teasing in his gruff voice.
âIn this situation, yeah.â You muttered underneath your breath but the temporary supe next to you heard every single word.
âThis situation?â He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed and you sighed softly at the knowladge that he had heard your words.
âCan we just sleep, please?â You pleaded softly with him as your eyes remained closed and you almost let out a breath of relief when the room went silent. Butcher didnât say a word for a few seconds and you started to wonder if he had fallen asleep.
But he didnât, and he spoke up once again. âYou knowâŚweâll warm up faster naked.â He commented as a smirk tugged at his lips. He always enjoyed making comments like that. Especially when he was on temp V because then he could hear the way your heartbeat picked up and he could feel the heat of embarrassment and shyness radiate off you.
Your eyes widened and you tensed for a second. âWhat?â You questioned softly as your heartbeat thudded so loud, it pounded in your eardrum.
âSkin on skin, they say it warms ya right up.â He explained, and while you couldnât look up at him in the darkness, you could nearly hear the smirk in his voice.
âYeah, when youâre wet.â You muttered softly as you sighed, slowly shaking your head.
âWell, I bet ya are.â He commented playfully as he chuckled softly.
Your eyes shot open and you gasped. âButcher.â You scolded him as you slapped his chest and he could hear your heartbeat picking up once again.
He cleared his throat, shifting in his spot. âSorry luv, didnât mean to make ya uncomfortable.â he apologized softly as he gave your arm another squeeze. âJust kiddinâ with ya.â He assured. Usually, you werenât this affected by his filthy mouth. Other times you would have laughed.
âYou canât say things like that when youâre this close.â You muttered softly as your lips slightly pouted out and your eyebrows furrowed.
Butcher was silent for a second, his eyebrows knitting together. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He asked softly as he looked down at you.
Your eyes slightly widened and you gulped down the lump forming in the back of your throat. âNothing.â You whispered as you shook your head.
Butcher shifted, sitting up and forcing you to sit up as well. âNo luv, you canât say things like that with ya heart fuckin beatinâ like this.â He said as he reached out to place a hand against your chest, feeling the thuds of your heart beneath his palm. His eyebrows furrowed as your heartbeat picked up at his touch. He moved his hand from your chest and cupped your cheek. âTell me whatâs goinâ on in that head of yours.â He insisted.
You stared at him through the darkness, taking a deep breath before you spoke up. It was no or fucking never. âItâs youâŚitâs you that makes my heart beat like this.â You admitted softly and his head tilted to the side.  âItâs like I canât fucking think straight with you around and I get this warm feeling in my chest, and my heart beats like crazy, and it feels likeâŚI donât know how to explain it.â You sighed as you lowered your head.
Butcher stared at you as a look of realization crossed his face. He lifted your head so that you could face him. ��Ya donât have to luv.â He replied softly as he shook his head. âI know the feelinâ.â He admitted as his thumb brushed over your skin.
Your eyes widened and your lips parted. âYou do?â You asked softly as your eyebrows slightly furrowed.
âYes.â He admitted with a nod of his head before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then he moved down to kiss the tip of your nose and then down to press a feather-light kiss to your lips. You inhaled softly at the touch of his lips against yours. He smiled when your heartbeat picked up for a second again. âGet some sleep.â He insisted.
He shifted to lie down again and pulled you with him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against his chest. His warmth engulfed you completely. Your head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his head rested against yours. Thatâs how you fell asleep that night and every other night that followed. Sometimes with fewer clothes or no clothes, but always in each otherâs arms.
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desperate | billy butcher x reader
a little something in spirit of kinktober and my delirium. lmk what you think. nsfw below the cut. mostly denial/teasing.
âfuckinâ look at you, doll.â butcher flashes you a shit-eating grin before reaching up to pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefingers harshly, rumbling a chuckle at the whimper it draws from you. youâre all splayed out for him with your hands tied to headboard above, thighs wrenched open by his shoulders; skin hot and flushed under his touch. heâs told you to stay still twice already but you canât, not when heâs been leaving featherlight brushes on your skin for hours and cruelly laughing at every sound that comes from your mouth, smiling at the way your hips buck in his hold-Â
and then heâs leaning in just to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, beard stinging against your sensitive skin, jaw working to nip and bite until your tears are falling and heâs pulling back with a mocking tut, eyes twinkling.
âall these pretty tears just fâme, love?â your frantic nod makes him raise a brow, hand coming down to swat the inside of your thigh - the impact shooting straight to your poor, neglected cunt.Â
âuse yâwords, chatterbox.âÂ
his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, because he knows youâre too far gone to form words right now, too far gone to think about anything beyond the fact that you need him and that you might actually die if he stops touching you. but you know butcher, and you know how mean he really is - heâll keep you writhing on the bed for hours to fix your attitude if he doesnât hear an answer now; uncaring of the fact that youâre barely grasping at thoughts and completely fucking gone. and like the devil, you  he starts rubbing circles into the juncture of your thighs while you struggle to answer him.
ây-yes, da-butcher. âm cr-crying for y-you.â he hums, and suddenly runs a knuckle through your folds, making you keen, tears sticking to your lashes.Â
âyes, who?â bastard. he knows you can never bring yourself to say it - not even if it rests on the tip of your tongue every time - and despite yourself, you bite your tongue and shake your head, hiccuping.Â
âoh weâre being shy now? fuck me, honey, where was this when i had my cock in your ass?â his hands rest just above where you need him now, thumbs stroking your abdomen in careful, downward brushes. your back arches into the touch, hips chasing him even when he pulls his hands away, and then youâre sobbing in earnest.Â
another tut, dripping with condescension. âno more cryinâ. tell me what you want, baby.â and youâre gasping another breath and gulping air, wrists straining against the rope before stammering out another response, too delirious with your need to register what you were saying.Â
âneed you to t-touch me, d-daddy, please.â he shuffles up, gripping your chin to turn it towards him before capturing your lips in his, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. his thumb presses gently on your buzzing clit, making you jolt with surprise. you blink at him, frowning. heâd never cave this quickly.Â
until- heâs reaching down to plant a kiss to your forehead, smoothing over your hair before nuzzling against your cheek.Â
âgotta give my pretty girl what she needs, donât i?Â
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taglist: @bastardmandennis and @amanitacowboy (no one else would be into the boys i think) love u both @imherefordeanandbones
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Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasnât just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.
So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.
A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simonâs lucky day.
âStay here, Iâll take careâŚâ He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.
You werenât there.
Simonâs blood froze.
The smile was gone.
His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?
Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.
He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.
To be honest, Simon shouldnât be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.
âAnd here I thought someone broke into our home.â Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.
âDamn, donât scare me, Si!â You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.
He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. âSorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually youâre quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.â
âYou left the salad bowl out, I havenât seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.â You mumbled and leaned against his side.
âMhm⌠but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.â Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. âThatâs for waking me.â He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. âAnd thatâs for making me think we were getting robbed.â
He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.
If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3
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Simon " Ghost " Riley x Fem!Reader
CW's : none
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" Simon Riley. "
The way his body tensed just the slightest bit at your words, the way his eyebrows furrowed in an almost unnoticeable manner, both of those actions spoke for themselves.
He knew he was in trouble whenever his little wife would talk to him in such a manner, mentioning his full name instead of some silly pet name.
While he was still comfortably sitting on the couch, his gaze slowly went in your direction.
You were standing there, both hands on your hips and your upper body slightly bended forward. A pose that would indicate that you were about to scold him indeed.
But he couldn't understand why. What did he do wrong? He couldn't recall anything.
" Yes, Mrs Riley? "
Your husband replied.
He was quick to cover up that he did tensed a bit just a moment ago. Instead there was now just a soft yet smug little grin on his lips.
While you just looked as if you were about to throw a tantrum.
" Where's my kiss? "
You hissed out. Almost as if you were genuinely pissed that you didn't get a kiss as soon as you got back from work.
Both of you knew though that it wasn't such a serious matter.
" C'mere. "
Was the only answer you got from your husband.
Yet you didn't miss the way his grin just widened more.
And the way he patted his lap, signaling you to take a seat, only reserved for you.
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âYou have my swordâ said the Ranger. âAnd my Bowâ said the elf. âAnd my axeâ said the dwarf. âAnd all of my gunsâ said the American.
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''It doesn't mean anything.'' He says, as if waiting to come back home to you isn't what he holds onto like a lifeline during missions, using it as his motivation to stay alive and be careful, as you always sternly tell him to whenever he has to leave for deployments.
It doesn't mean anything, yet he's holding onto the small letter you gave him the first time you confessed, bloodied hands grasping at the paper so hard it feels like it'll merge with his skin.
It doesn't mean anything, yet you're the only thing in his mind when he starts to fade fast. Who's gonna take care of you? Who'll hold you the same way he does? Who's gonna have late night conversations with you? Who's gonna love you the same way he does? He forces himself to stay with it no matter how much blood he's losing, barely managing to grumble out something on comms, allowing Johnny to drag him out of the gunfire by the vest.
It doesn't mean anything, yet once he wakes up and realizes he's awake, he finds the letter clutched tightly in his hand, not even the medics being able to take it from him.
It doesn't mean anything, yet as soon as he's given the green light to leave and recovery time by Price, he's knocking on your door, shaky hands fidgeting with the flowers he bought for the first time. Simon doesn't shake.
It doesn't mean anything, yet he spends hours holding you close to him, whispering sweet nothings and promises of the future for so long that you think he's about to drop dead at any moment.
It doesn't mean anything, yet he's fully naked, balaclava taken off as well as he thrusts into you slowly, making sure you can feel every single inch of him, one of his hands cupping your cheek while the other one is cradling the back of your head, making sure you're not getting hurt.
''That's it, love...'' He whispers into your ear, planting gentle kisses over your face as he thrusts deeper and faster into you, dark pubes pressing onto your clit as he makes love to you, feeling connected to you in a way he never felt before.
''My pretty girl.'' He praises as he looks down at you, brown eyes holding nothing short of pure adoration, praises slipping out of his lips like a prayer that has been passed down for thousands of years, forcing his eyes to stay open as you come undone, cunt tightening up around his fat cock and face contorting in pure bliss. He cums soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he shoots ropes into you, low groans coming out of his lips before he presses them on yours, holding you as close as possible even minutes after your orgasms.
It means everything to him, the way you look at him like he's worth something, how you take care of him despite knowing he's capable of taking care of himself, the surprise and happiness in your face when he drops to one knee, asking you to be his wife.
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It makes me happy when they listen
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i took elvish in school and i fucking hated it. the teacher was like 700 years old and he'd like take us on field trips to sit on the banks of babbling brooks and watch the fall of sunlight through the leaves. my friends in spanish class were like conjugating verbs and shit and meanwhile i was in an old-growth forest being overcome with awe at the sight of a majestic stag. like uhh yeah mr autumnheart when are we gonna learn like any grammar "listen to the murmur of the wind in the treetops, and you shall find the grammar you seek" like fuck dude your pedagogy leaves much to be desired
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still fuckin hate that âbee-free honeyâ thatâs made fromâŚâŚâŚ apples. bitch who you think sexed up those apples
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an old wip from last year that i really should revisit :'}
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