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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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ʚɞ 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
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pairing: valentino + bunny!fem!reader
content warnings: smut, valentino (he's his own warning), virgin!reader, dubious-ish consent (its val), unprotected sex, first time, bleeding during first time, slight pain, not proofread
summary: after your mother traded your soul so you could take her place in hell, you find yourself living on the streets until meeting one of the v's.
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falling from earth into hell really wasn't what you expected.
you didn't understand what you did, you thought you had been good your entire life. you did everything as well as you could, did what the Bible said, followed what your mother and elders told you to do to a t, so why'd you end up in hell?
of course the only thing you could do when you found yourself in your new surroundings was cry yourself silly, a mess on the dirty streets of the pride ring as you looked into a muddled pool of water, piss and trash to see your appearance had changed. it hadn't been altered by much, you were still wearing your bright cotton shirt with the puffed-out short sleeves and generously full skirt, despite the cloth being sleazily torn and dirtied from the fall. nonetheless, everything seemed to be the same except for a pretty pair of floppy bunny ears that sat atop your warm head of hair, making your doe eyes go wide and a hand wander to your backside, to your surprise feeling a coltish cotton tail attached to your form.
tearing up at your form, you just didn't know how to feel, your new surroundings paired with your new appearance made you overwhelmed. it wasn't before long a sinner tried touching you, making you scamper away into an alley where you took shelter in a cardboard box.
and it wasn't before long valentino found you. he had taken some poor soul out who had slighted him into the alley where you had been residing for a few days and shot them, making you cover your pretty bunny ears and your pretty body flinch, making val notice you.
"amorcito, come out" he drawled, originally planning on shooting whoever was there, but once seeing such a cute little bunny, how could he? you were just too precious, he couldn't.
"aww, such a precious bunny, are you lost?" he cooed, coming over to you and leaning over your much smaller form, invading your space.
"so sorry sir, I just, I-i don't really have anywhere else to go" you squeak, backing yourself up further into the wall of the alley, chewing on your lip anxiously, clearly nervous about being close to this man.
"how about you come black to my place, conejito bonito" he says, more of a demand than an ask as he's already walking back to his limo, knowing that you'll follow him, as you don't anywhere else to go, this is your best option.
so you trot after him, hopping into the limo, sitting opposite of him all stiff and rigid and on edge as he watches you, giggling at your nervousness.
"relax, conejito, I won't hurt you" a lie, but you can't do anything else less than believe him. seeing your still tense, he blows a plume of that vivid smoke in your face, letting it cloud your pretty little head as you instantly become more languorous, ears drooping.
"se siente bien, hm?" he says, chuckling as your smaller body droops over the seat, listening to him ask questions about who you are, what you did to get down here.
that question makes your big eyes tear up, your lip trembling slightly "I really don't know" as you babble your life story too him - how sheltered you were, how you went to a strict religious school, if you even entered into conversation with a heathen your mother would discipline you harshly.
of course, val nodded along, faking sympathy as you went on. "oh, poor baby" he fretted over you, but excited to have something as pretty and rare as you in hell with him.
even when he brought you back to the tower, you received stares from others who worked you, most hadn't seen anything as pure looking as you in hell before.
so late in the day, tired from the time and crying your eyes out, you clung to val hazily as he led you through the building and up to his room, laying you on the couch as he ordered kitty to bring you a drink.
feeding you alcohol and his smoke, it wasn't long before he had you on his lap, a saporously delightful mess, and you were snuggling into his chest like a good little bunny. "baby bunny, I'll let you stay here, but you have to do one thing for me" he tells you, making your doe eyes go wide as you nod your head with vigor. "anything" you say desperately with lips softly parted in a slightly foolish and endearing smile. he was a nice guy, and anything would be better than being out on the streets, right?
with that response, he's already on your lips, impatiently pressing his mouth into yours so hard you nearly choke on his tongue, making you push away form him.
"w-wait, we can't-"
"why not, bunny?" he says with faux concern. "its.. your only supposed to do that when you've married someone."
your words make him bark out a laugh as he eagerly leans closer into you, making your pretty face turn red at his actions. "what, its true!" you whisper, embarrassed.
"conejito, we're in hell. its okay baby, just let val take care of you, hm?" he says, not waiting for a response before he finds your lips again, tasting your sweet saliva and nipping softly at your lips, not wanting to damage his new baby bunny too soon.
"you sure?" you say apprehensively as you pull away once more, cheeks red and lips prettily puffy. "of course I'm sure, now let me make you feel good" he says, pushing you down roughly, drawing a small squeak from your throat as he holds you down, lightly kissing and sucking down you face and throat as a large hand travels up your shirt, harshly kneading at your soft breasts.
you gasp, chewing your lip as he does, looking away as he says "hm, how about I play with these pretty tits until they're sore, would you like that bunny?" he says, laughing at his own words as you toss your head to the side with a glowing blush, tail twitching at his talk.
nonetheless, you can't help it but writhe underneath him, your inexperienced body squirming as he groped you.
"v-val, I feel weird" you say, a not looking at him, eyes trained somewhere else across the room "oh, and you know what that means, pretty?" he says in between his sucking on your body, making you let out a noise of annoyance as you pout "course I do, m' not dumb" you say.
"good" he says, hand snapping your panties off cleanly, making you breathe in harshly and body jolt. "shh, don't worry bunny, you're gonna feel so good" he mumbles in your ear as his hand palms your pulsing pussy as your hips buck into his palm as you make pretty noises from underneath him.
"that's it, just relax, be a good girl for me" he says as he slowly pushes a finger inside you as his other hand grips your glossy hair, holding you down on the bed as he gently fucks you on his fingers, your hips rutting against them, making him tut you.
"now you want me to make you feel good right? so be a good baby bunny" he says as he grips your hair tighter making you whimper and squirm under him "I know, m' sorry, m' sorry" you babble as he continues to finger your virgin cunt.
just as your about to cum, he pulls away cruelly, kissing you on the cheek making you tear up as pretty tears cling tot he corners of your long lashes and mewl softly, hips now moving in the air, jutting up into nothing.
"I know, baby bunny, don't worry," val says as he pushes you down into the couch and unbuckles his heart-shaped belt. "just the tip, m'kay pretty?" he says, whispering in your ear as he slides his dick over your pretty folds, drawing whines from you, making it all the much harder to keep himself from fucking your virgin pussy right there and then.
"good girl" he draws out as you claw at the fabric of the couch as he slowly slides in, making you whimper out "hurts" as thick tears stream down your face. "I know pretty girl, just try to relax for me, mkay?" he says as he shoves himself into your still-accomadating pussy as his hand circles your puffy clit, making you sob prettily.
"good bun" he says in your ear as he bottoms out. you try to focus on his words as he stretches you out, crying. "aw, poor baby" he coos with an underlying tone of condescension, now starting to push his way in and out of your virgin hole, holding you down with a firm hand as he kisses your warm tears.
"take it like a good fucking girl" he says, starting to become more sporadic with his thrusts, making you let out a sharp choked sob as he fucks you hard, burying his face into your neck, the pleasure and pain becoming blinding as you throw your head back and cum without a warning, making him chuckle and speed up his own thrusts.
a few moments later, he cums too, pulling out and watching the cum leak from your pretty abused cunt. with a finger, he pushes some of the cum mixed with your blood back in, making your overly-sensitive body shudder.
looking up at him with wide adoring eyes, you ask him shyly "so can I stay here tonight?"
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headkiss · 18 days
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hellooo, hope everything's okay with you:) i was thinking of a hotch request, of bau!reader being "his favourite" in the team (in a way that the team can see he has a soft spot for her). maybe the members of the team seeing little interactions between them two and noticing it <33 i just *loved* the one you wrote about hotch helping her in a bau party, and would love to see more of hotch protecting her and being soft with her, during the jobs as well!! thank you so muchhhh, hope you have a good day x
hiii thank u so much baby!!! this has been in my drafts since september i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope this is okay <3 | 0.6k of fluff
Aaron Hotchner was never one to play favorites. He’s always loved his team, has always felt fond towards its members in one way or another, but none ever seemed to outrank the other.
Until you.
You’d joined the BAU as a temporary replacement, and then, you just stayed. You fit right in, which wasn’t hard to do considering how welcoming everyone had been, but it still felt like the kind of luck that isn’t easy to come by.
Hotch has felt a sort of pull towards you ever since you stepped into the bureau, your shirt a little wrinkled, smile nervous and beautiful. He’s grown to feel for you in a way that doesn’t compare to how he feels towards the others. It’s completely different; incomparable.
Even now, over a year since you’ve joined the team, Hotch can’t help but feel like he has to protect you, has to make sure you’re okay.
The others know it, too.
Derek has taken to doing his very own Hotch impression, a lovestruck version of him, that is. Spencer tells Aaron daily that he should just tell you how he feels. Emily likes to say, ‘you’re going soft, Hotchner.’ And all he can do is fight a smile and shake his head.
Even now, in some town in Indiana, Aaron can’t help but look for you in the busy station. It’s early in the morning, he’s got two cups of coffee in hand. One for him, the other for you.
“Aw, thanks, you shouldn’t have,” Derek says, reaching for one of the coffees.
“You know that’s not for you, Morgan.”
Pretending to be hurt, Derek walks off towards Spencer, a ‘can you believe him?’ look on his face. Hotch vaguely registers Spencer’s voice saying something like, “I believe that’s what they call favoritism.”
Then, the conversation goes quiet for Aaron’s ears, because he sees you. You’ve got a sweater on today, the sleeves long enough that only your fingertips poke out. His feet are walking towards you before his brain processes it.
Before he reaches you, an officer from the station does. “Hey, miss, reporters aren’t allowed inside.”
You take a step back, eyebrows furrowing at the man questioning your presence, “I’m not a reporter. They cleared me at the door.”
“Nice try, sweetheart, I’ve heard it all before-“
“Agent,” Hotch steps in, trying not to squeeze the coffee cups too hard. “Good morning, coffee for you.”
Your gaze softens as soon as it flicks from the officer and over to Hotch. Your fingers brush when you grab the drink from him, sparks shooting up your arm.
“Thank you, Agent Hotchner.”
“Is there a problem here, officer?” Aaron asks, tilting his head.
“No, no, sir. Thank you for coming down and helping out.”
“It’s what we do,” Hotch emphasizes the ‘we,’ like he’s making sure the officer knows that you’re as much a part of this as he is.
The officer nods and walks off, leaving the two of you as alone as you can be in the station.
“Thank you, Aaron,” you say, nudging your elbow against his arm gently. “I totally could’ve handled it, though.”
He smiles because you’re the only one on the team who calls him Aaron. He likes it that way.
“I know, honey.” And he’s the only one who calls you honey. “But I didn’t really feel like explaining why one of my agents punched an officer today.”
“I was not going to punch him!” You laugh, your morning getting better by the second. “Maybe berate him a little. That’s all.”
“Sure it is.”
When you and Aaron walk into the conference room where the rest of the team is waiting, you’re met with the same type of stare from all of them. Knowing, expecting, secretly admiring.
You duck your head and take a sip of your coffee, forever grateful that you joined this team, that you found these people, that Aaron is beside you where you always seem to want him to be.
“They’re hopeless,” Emily whispers to Spencer.
Aaron’s too busy looking at your face to hear.
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devilfic · 10 months
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part four to this series
cw: 18+ mdni, mentions of blood drinking, fantasizing about biting, miguel’s got a thing for “sir”, EXTREMELY suggestive, no explicit smut just miguel losing his mind. this is the horniest one yet.. sorry!
miguel cannot get the taste of you out of his mind. it hadn’t been the part of you he’d wanted, the part of you that overwhelmed him, but it had been close. throughout the day he’d catch himself licking behind his fangs even though he’d since flushed his mouth clean of you. sometimes, he’d nick his tongue on his canine and the taste of his own blood would remind him of you again.
jessica asked about the gauze on your arm while miguel was in the room and you’d had a quick response, though not one that would spare him the knowing look from his (other) right-hand woman, “oh, miguel and I were playing too hard.”
sure enough, jessica drew’s eyes narrow behind her glasses. she even pushes them up into the crown of curls and coils on her head so her disappointment really gets across, “aren’t you a little too old to be rough-housing, miguel?”
if it were just that, miguel could confidently say it was an accident. if this had been about the cut on your eye that had healed over weeks before, there’d be honest guilt on his face when he defended himself. but no, you had asked. you’d practically put your arm in his mouth. you’d asked for him to hurt you, and you’d liked it.
and he’d liked it too. he didn’t know if he could hide that part.
before he can think of what to say, you chime in, “he’s always careful. it was my fault this time.”
“I don’t get why you two have to fight all the time. can’t you try, I dunno, healing yoga?”
miguel tried to picture himself in a downward dog pose and almost started laughing. from the flicker of mirth across your features, you seemed to be picturing the same thing. then he accidentally pictured you in that pose, pictured himself standing behind you, pictured taking your waist in his claws and crouching over you to sink his teeth into your shoulder so he could taste you there, too.
he digs his heels into the floor to rid himself of the image. his voice is strained as he replies, “it was their idea. can’t help that it works.”
jessica is far too exhausted with life as a new mother to try to understand that. she waves a hand, her white flag for the conversation, “whatever. I just came to borrow your assistant for the day. is that alright with you?”
lyla materializes on miguel’s shoulder, one holographic leg crossed over the other, “who, moi?”
“no thanks, tinkerbell. I need a person. preferably with some muscle.”
miguel would find that funny but all he can think to ask is, “why?” but you’re already standing up and following jessica to the doors of his office. he feels a sudden queasiness at the thought of not seeing you for the rest of the day. the day itself had just started. his morning coffee hadn’t even gone cold.
he hadn’t been left alone without you since you’d started here. now, he’d spend the whole day alone?—lyla sings a goodbye next to his ear—with just lyla?
he stands, abruptly, making his desk shake and shift a few inches. the sound is enough to stop the two of you in your tracks. your eyes bore into his own, curious, and he feels silly like the first day you’d caught him mid-tantrum. he means to sound intimidating and authoritative, but his voice can’t help the weakness when he looks at you, “I didn’t say yes.”
jessica’s hard look is almost enough to make him sit back down.
but you smile, tilt your head to the side, turn fully to him, “sorry. can I go, mr. o’hara?”
in truth, you didn’t need to ask him. but he didn’t know what else he’d expected when he objected like that. he wanted to hear it. he’d wanted to hear you ask for permission, or better yet refuse jessica altogether. he wanted you to sit back down across the desk from him and crack jokes at his expense, tease him and cackle even though he was the butt of the joke  every single time. he wanted you to offer up a mini spar session after he came back from hunting down anomalies again just to get the adrenaline out of his system. he wanted you to pin him down and win, again, so he could flip you on your back when you least expected it and he could sink his teeth into your shoulder so he could taste you there, too-
miguel clears his throat and sits back down, painfully aware of where his blood was flowing to now. he waved a hand, murmured something noncommittal, but you’d really put the nails in his coffin. you bowed at the waist, smug like you always were when he was watching, and said in none too innocent of a tone, “thank you, sir.” and left.
miguel watched the doors shut. his ears tuned into the sound of jessica’s voice and yours mingling down the hallway, further and further away. he waited until you two were so far out of earshot that he couldn’t tell your mumble apart from the next spider’s. and then, he croaked out lyla’s name.
“yes?” she dragged out her response, the knowing, teasing lilt to her voice was more grating on his wound nerves than usual.
“lock the doors to my office, please. and turn off the lights.” his voice was a hair above a whisper. lyla did as told and quietly. “send the… send the society a message that I won’t be in for the next two hours.”
“shall I copy miss drew, too?”
“yes.”
“and… anyone else?”
miguel rests his forehead against his fist, taking even breaths in and out. he could feel the talons beneath his skin beginning to extend. his breath shudders, “yes.”
lyla hums, “anything else, miguel?”
“take a break for the afternoon.”
he can’t see her and he doesn’t want to see her (not right now, anytime but now) but he knows her code inside out, knows she’s questioning him. “that’s a first. got some business to take care of?” his answer is but a low, embarrassed growl, and that’s enough to send her off laughing into cyberspace.
a beat passes, then two. it’s quiet all the way up here in his office without the sounds of the other spider-people or lyla or jessica or you.
thinking about you brings back those images from earlier and when he bites into his clenched fist, he feels the sharp pain of his fangs breaking skin. the pain distracts him for all of two seconds and then he’s thinking of you on top of him, holding your arm out for him to bite you, except it’s your throat this time. you’re hovering over him, the smell at your neck and the bob of your swallowing throat overwhelm him.
you’re sitting on his lap in this very chair, hands clasped at his shoulders or gripping the arm rests or tied together behind his head as you lean in, press yourself flush against him, and bare your throat to him. he’d never wanted to bite anyone that wasn’t a threat to him, never wanted to taste the warmth of their blood as it couldn’t help but trickle onto his tongue, never wanted to hear and feel the guttural moan from you as you sink down on him.
“sir”. you’d called him “sir”. mr. o’hara, you’d done that before, but never sir. a wet and wild whine leaves his throat when he remembers how your voice wrapped around it.
before he goes any further, he sucks in a breath and removes his fist from between his teeth, collecting himself enough to summon lyla once more. the AI didn’t even bother to look in his direction when she appeared on the surface of his desk, her fingers swiping at some book she’d pulled up in front of her. this next “yes?” was just as dragged out, just as knowing, just as teasing.
“three hours.” miguel’s voice cracks out. lyla fades into thin air with a single, three-fingered salute.
part five
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marvelwinchester67 · 2 months
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I’m gonna need 5-10 business days to recover from the Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale.
Hazbin Hotel episode 7 and 8 spoilers (because I’m going feral) and my thoughts/unhinged feelings about it because no one else can understand quite like tumblr can
Read at your own risk
What. The. Fuck. Guys.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!
IT WAS NIFFTY WHO KILLED ADAM?!
AND SIR PENTIOUS?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! IM NOT OKAY BUT IM GLAD HE IS
Lucifer “now I’m gonna fuck you” Morningstar everyone (plz I love him so much)
So Carmilla knew who Vaggie really was and just, didn’t give a shit? Love her for that
I love Rosie. Her design, her personality, she’s amazing. She was so sweet to Charlie when she didn’t have to be and actually listened to her and encouraged her (points for the relationship advice)
So Alastor is on someone’s leash and he’s trying to wiggle his way out of it, the Vees are plotting (of course they are), and LUTE KNOWS LILITH?! THEY MADE SOME KIND OF DEAL?!
I’m so so curious about how Lute and Lilith know each other and why Lute would want her to deal with her daughter
But this implies that Adam had a previous deal with Lilith regarding something we don’t know yet, since Lute said she was in charge now that he was dead and that their deal pertained to her now
ALSO?! You’re telling me that’s what Adam looked like under his mask?! (I still loathe him but lowkey he was hot I’ll be honest right now)
Sir Pentious telling Cherri he loved her was so sweet
I soaked up every single scrap of Huskerdust I could within those last two episodes they own my soul and I’m so excited to see more of them in season 2
So it looks like Vox thinks Alastor is missing again which is why he’s plotting with the other Vees, but Alastor showed back up at the hotel during repairs so that might not last long
Alastor’s fight with Adam was so good holy shit omfg plz give me more of Alastor’s powers that shield was so cool and his verse in that final song gave me chills like, oh my god he was so mad and I’m here for it
And Lucifer showing up and telling Charlie she changed his heart and mind about the sinners? He is so precious plz protect this duck loving man at all costs
Charlie and Vaggie’s More Than Anything Reprise? Please I am sobbing they love each other so much it hurts
To top it all off- Alastor having beef with literally everyone will never not be funny. Fucking Susan? Are you kidding me. I was laughing so hard. Rosie seems like she deals with Susan a lot and Alastor calling her an Ornery Bitch was so fucking funny for no reason.
Everyone has beef with Susan now.
There is so much I have to say about this show and I could literally talk about it for years but for now I will be repeatedly listening to the soundtrack and impatiently waiting for season 2 because I no longer have the will to live after I sobbed on my bedroom floor over this show. VIVIENNE I AM IN YOUR WALLS-
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | The mob boss has an alternate way you can pay off your debts.
prompts. | Ari Levinson + Mob Boss + “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.” (credits to @celestianstars for inspiring this prompt) + Innocence, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!mob boss!Ari Levinson x innocent!fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, mob stuff, age gap, abuse of power, power imbalance, pet names, innocence kink, corruption kink, smoking (ari), drinking (ari), debts, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.
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The weight of the debt sits heavy on your shoulders, dragging you down. You find it hard to breathe as one of Ari’s associates leads you to the leader’s office. You note that the man doesn’t keep a hand on his gun as usual. You clearly aren’t a threat—what could a little thing like you do to the big, bad mob boss?
Ari welcomes you in and ushers you to sit wherever you’d like, and you relieve your shaky legs when you sit in front of his oak desk.
“Do you need anything to eat or drink? I can make some coffee or tea,” he offers. “N– no, thank you, sir,” you nearly whisper, scared and, therefore, quiet. Ari gives you a smile as he rubs his beard, flashing the tattoos, scars, and rings that decorate his hand.
“Shy, aren’t ya? Don’t worry. I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he chuckles, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. You can spy smoke swirling from an ashtray, a cigarette freshly put out sitting inside. 
“So, what did you need to talk about?” Ari starts for you, and for a second, you forget why you’ve come here. The debt. A few beats of silence pass as you try to formulate your thoughts, and Ari watches you intently the entire time.  “You want something from me? You gotta ask nicely,” he eventually adds. 
“S– Sir, I never knew my family owed you money,” you begin, taking a deep breath. “Of course you wouldn’t, baby. That was many years ago, and I doubt an innocent thing like you knows what goes on around here,” he grins.
“Yes, well, I was hoping I could have some more time to pay it off. I don’t make much at my job, but I promise I’ll get you your money back,” you explain, hands flying out of nerves. Ari hums as if considering your offer. 
“The interest is a bit much, but I can handle it. Please, I just need some more time,” you plead, and you wonder if you’ve spoken too much. Or perhaps your request is too outlandish. Either way, you worry that you’re doomed. 
There is more silence and then a deep sigh from the burly man before you.
“You make a good case for yourself, pumpkin,” he tells you. You look at him, raising your gaze from your lap, where your thumbs twiddle. “But now that I think about it, I really don’t need your money. I have more than enough of my own, anyway,” Ari snickers.
You force a smile. He mirrors it, but the mob boss’s seems genuine.
“I– I’m sorry, sir. I don’t quite understand,” you admit to him sheepishly. Ari coos at you. “That’s alright, bunny. What I’m saying is that you don’t have to pay the loan back,” he says, and you’re filled with elation.
You could nearly jump for joy, but you know you should restrain yourself in front of the city’s most dangerous man. Instead, you settle for grinning until your cheeks hurt and giggling. “Oh, my. Thank you so much, sir! That means the world to me—you don’t understand,” you cheer.
Ari chuckles at your happiness before the smile on his face fades. “But that doesn’t mean you can just walk away freely, baby,” he tells you, and you can feel your bubble bursting. “Don’t worry, your punishment won’t be anything bad. In fact, you’ll probably end up loving it as much as me,” Ari continues, and he stands up.
He walks towards you and kneels in front of you. “You’ll be my perfect little plaything for the rest of the year. No ifs, ands, or buts. Unless you want me to add to your debts… Increase your interest?” Ari threatens, and you’re quick to shake your head.
“Good girl,” the older man coos. “I’ve been dying to have you on my arm, angel.” 
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hells-wasabii · 7 days
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How would each of the Hell characters(Hotel group, Lucifer, Overlords, Vees) do while cooking entirely on their own? Can be platonic or romantic, whichever you want
A/N: So I know I said 2, but the other one isn’t ready yet I’m still writing it. It’s gonna be pretty big too since it’s that velvette part 2. But I had to get my cat spayed today so I’ve been super busy all day keeping her out of trouble and from hurting herself :/ but anywho, enjoy!
Characters: All that I write for
Type: Hesdcanons (hazbin cast cooking headcanons)
Charlie
With Charlie, I’m a little torn. On the one hand, she’s a princess, so cooking would likely be more of a novelty considering she likely had staff to do it for her. But this is Charlie we’re talking about. She would go out of her way to learn how to cook. Wouldn’t give up either, not until she could do it on her own. I would imagine that she started learning from Vaggie and reading cookbooks.
Vaggie
When it comes to Vaggie, she can cook some, but she’s definitely super humble about it, brushing off any compliments because it’s ‘just food’. If the issue is pressed I can see her getting a little embarrassed about it. It’s mostly dishes that she had been taught while she was growing up, along with basic dishes that don’t necessarily require a honed skill to make.
Angel
Angel can cook, though he doesn’t exactly put much effort into it. I can definitely see him just throwing something together so he can eat and move on with whatever else he has going. Baking is a different story. I can really imagine while he was growing up he would sneak his way into the kitchen while his mother and Molly were baking. He picked it up pretty easily. And as someone who enjoys baking let me just say that his extra set of arms would be so helpful.
Husk
Husk was an entertainer in life, growing up in a casino, learning the trades in the house. That also includes the kitchens. Sure he likely didn’t spend a whole lot of time there but he still picked up a thing or two. So he’d be able to hold his own fairly well when it comes to making a homecooked meal.
Alastor
While it’s canon that the radio demon can cook, I feel like he specifically likes to cook recipes his mother left behind. Cooking recipes from his youth reminds him of joining his mother in the kitchen whipping something up for lunch and helping her prep for dinner. He’s not all that adventurous in the kitchen, though. He likes to stick with what he knows and what he grew up with.
Niffty
Having died in the 50s as a young housewife, I genuinely believe that she at least knows some fad recipes, like those salads and casserole recipes. Jello molds too. But that’s not to say that she wouldn’t know some basic stuff. I can definitely see Niffty being the type to try to create whole new recipes with varying, mostly horrifying results.
Sir Pentious
Sir Pentious is a genius, there’s no doubt about that, but the man can’t cook. At all. He’d burn water honestly. But baking? Oh yeah, he can bake with out a doubt(but not necessarily the decorating part), it’s basically science, but not cook. He’d quite honestly have the Egg Bois help, but let’s be honest here, that’d be a disaster too.
Cherri Bomb
I’ll admit, I wasn’t to sure about Cherri. She just doesn’t seem like the type to cook. Nah. Cherri is the queen of takeout. She can boil water but that’s really about it. Honestly, she’s only really a couple of steps above Sir Pentious, but she can’t bake either. Sometimes though, before Angel went off to the hotel, she would go out and buy ingredients and stuff and go to his apartment and they (he) would make something.
Vox
This man absolutely can cook, and he’s pretty damn good at it too. Considering he’s the television demon, he’s going to have several cooking shows. Hell, he even stars in a couple of them. That being said, he’s not one to do things half-assed. Sure, a lot of cooking shows have stuff that was prepared beforehand, but with Vox’s he goes out of his way to actually make the dishes in real time.
Valentino
I stand by my headcanons from my Valentino posts. He can cook, but it’s honestly a solid 50-50 on whether or not it’s burnt or edible. He’s pretty easily distracted, whether it’s a phone call or something else entirely, so if it's a dish that you have to pay close attention to, it’s likely to not turn out right.
Velvette
Velvette can do some light cooking, but nothing too extravagant. She’s got more important things to do, such as keeping Vox and Valentino on track. With a schedule as busy as hers, I don’t think she would cook often, preferring either Vox’s cooking or takeout. Oh but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t take a picture and post it, because it’s Velvette, of course she does. Oh! But She’s probably been on Vox’s show as some sort of celeb guest type deal, the dish they made definitely stuck with her, so she might make it from time to time.
Zestial
Considering how long Zestial has been around, I would be more surprised if he couldn’t cook. You can’t convince me that after a while he at one point went through hobbies like a revolving door. Cooking absolutely would have been one of them. This man would absolutely try making the craziest things. He’d be up to date on all of the cooking fads, know recipes and cooking methods from several time periods and cultures. With him, there’s no telling what he might cook up next.
Carmilla
While I don’t think that she would really set aside time to cook often, she’s pretty skilled in the kitchen. Carmilla would likely have a couple of nights out of the month set aside to cook a meal with/for her and the girls, a tradition that carried on from their life before hell. She’d even take the opportunity to try new things while cooking.
Rosie
Oh, Rosie can absolutely cook, it’s canon that its a hobby of hers. She’s very well versed in a multitude of cooking methods, and while she may not entirely like a whole lot of new-age gadgets in the kitchen, she can’t really deny the fact that they can be quite useful. I’m willing to bet that she would have an Instapot (they’re great I have two and one of them has an air fryer attachment)
Adam
Adam would never openly admit it, but he knows how to cook. He was the first man, he would have had to learn eventually, even if it was something as simple as preparing meats. That being said, he can grill. I’d be willing to bet that he’d host a little barbeque after the annual exterminations for the exorcists, maybe even enter into grilling competitions.
Lute
Lute’s honestly a bit of a wildcard when it comes to cooking. She might have been able to cook while she had been alive, but nowadays not so much. It had been a long time since she actively made anything, so she’d be pretty rusty. But other than the basics, I don’t really see her being able to be too creative in terms of cooking either. She’d honestly probably stick to what she knows and wouldn’t stray too far away from that.
Emily
I don’t necessarily think that seraphim would really need to eat, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t or don’t. In Emily’s case, I would imagine it as a scenario where she wanted to do something to get closer to humanity. They were her charge after all, or rather their state of happiness. But all humans eat and many find joy in doing so and even in the act of cooking, so she absolutely would be thrilled to learn! She’s getting better at it by the day.
Sera
Sera had likely done the same as Emily when she was a young angel, though I don’t see her sticking with it. I definitely think that she taught Emily to start her on her little culinary journey. She can cook, she just… doesn’t. I’d even go as far as to say it’s been centuries since she’s actually cooked a meal of any kind. That being said, if she were to jump into the kitchen nowadays, she probably wouldn’t have a very easy time finding her way around.
Lucifer
Lucifer is a man of many talents. He can absolutely cook, possibly even Michelin level, he just chooses not to. He likely just considers it a novelty of sorts, considering he has the power to simply poof food right in front of him. Honestly, it’s pretty helpful whenever he’s depressed and doesn’t feel like making anything. But, when it comes to his family and friends, he’s more than happy to whip something up.
Lilith
Another one who would likely consider cooking to be a novelty. Considering how she’s the second most powerful being in hell, and fiercely independent with more important things to worry about. Lilith wouldn’t concern herself with cooking unless it was with her family, and even then it likely didn’t happen that often after Charlie grew up.
Bonus:
Alastor Cat
Would wind up burning what ever building its in down. Was it intentional? Was it an accident? The world may never know
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whatsk-poppinhomies · 9 months
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Pairing : dad!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : childbirth ; slighty suggestive humor once ; it's just fluffy ; it's cute ; Word Count : 1.9k Request : Anonny : okay but i really like that minho pregnancy angst…. do you plan on making part 2 like the after reunited life, her parents’ response or anything? like the post natal life, the moment he held his daughter for the very first time hihi is it too much to ask??? A/N : I absolutely DO plan on making a part two and here it is!! Woohoo!!! Thank you for requesting! It's definitely not too much to ask! Also! I got so choked up writing this, it made me so happy and at the same time so sad that I don't have a man like the fictional Minho in this story!!!
“I’ll be right back, love. I’m just gonna call the guys and let them know she’s here so they won’t make my phone go off all night.” He whispered as softly as possible, not wanting to wake his daughter that he had just laid in the little cot beside your hospital bed. You hummed tiredly in response, already nestling into the pillow that definitely wasn’t as soft as the ones you had at home, but right now, after 12 hours of active labor and a slightly wonky epidural, the entire hospital bed was like laying on a cloud.
 Minho couldn’t be prouder though, seeing you go through all of that, he commended every woman who had ever been in labor, and after checking the time and seeing how early in the morning it was, he made a mental reminder to call his mother and thank her for having him. 
Stepping outside of the room, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, his throat still slightly sore from crying when he had first laid eyes on his daughter, tears of happiness streaming down his face, unable to pull his eyes away from her as the doctors carried her over to the little table to clean her up. He was grateful that he had been given a second chance, that he got to hold your hand through the entire process, that he was able to be in the room when his daughter was brought into the world, and he swore that he wouldn’t mess up and he sure as hell would never leave again. 
“Minho…” His name had him finally looking around the hall, meeting eyes with your father and your mother who sat in the waiting chairs beside your door. He hadn’t seen your father since the day he had pushed the door shut against him, and while he had been meaning to meet up with your parents to apologize for the way he had been, he had just never gotten around to it. “How is our daughter and our granddaughter? Are they resting?” 
Minho quickly bowed his head to your parents, acknowledging them with a quiet “Sir…” and “Ma’am”, the awkwardness felt between the two hung in the air like a thick cloud that could be felt by everyone in the vicinity. “They’re both doing great… Y/N is getting some rest right now, yes, and the baby is sleeping.” He kept his head lowered, slightly fearful of looking your dad in the eyes. “I’d like to apologize… For the way that I behaved… For hurting Y/N. I love her so much… And our daughter will take top priority over everything else.” 
He finally raised his head, and when he did, he saw your father staring at him, it almost felt like he was being judged, but your mother shook her head, standing from her chair to embrace Minho in a quick hug. “Now, don’t you pay attention to him right now. He’s just grumpy because it’s past his bedtime.” She teased, and it was strange how your mothers presence and her words, much like your own, could so easily calm him down and make him feel relaxed. “I’m happy that Y/N has you, and that our granddaughter has you as her father. I know that you’ll take great care of them both. Welcome to the family.” 
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“Are you just gonna carry her around all the time?” You asked lightly as you watched Minho walk by, your daughter seemed to be in a perpetual state of being carried by him in the little sling that was across his chest. “It’s been three weeks and the only time you put her down is when you use the bathroom or when you go to bed. You’re gonna spoil her.” You warned, but you also wanted to hold your daughter as well. Hell, you even had to practically race to the nursery to be the one to get her in the middle of the night since that was the only time you actually got to hold her since being in the hospital. 
“And? Our princess deserves to be spoiled, doesn’t she?” He flashed you your favorite smile before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Plus I go back to work next week, let me just love her a bit longer. I won’t be able to see her as much.” He was right, and you knew that he was dreading when this week was up, that’s why he stayed up so late, as if the longer he was awake it would keep the coming days at bay. 
You couldn’t blame him though, you’d do the same thing. Neither of you could fully wrap your head around how fast time had gone, you couldn’t believe that it had already been three weeks since you had given birth to her. You could see it in his eyes, with each passing day he’d get sadder and sadder, and you felt the same way. The house wouldn’t be the same without him in it, and you actually grew used to the sight of him walking around the house, doing his daily activities with your daughter strapped to his chest. 
“Well it’s almost her feeding time, can you at least let me hold her for fifteen minutes or so?” You posed, sitting up a little more on the couch and grabbing the little burp cloth off the side to drape over your shoulder as you got ready to have her in your arms. 
“Just whip your boob out and come over here. Or I’ll bring her to your boob.” He said with a snort, and you rolled your eyes as your head fell back against the couch. “Don’t be so shy, love. I was suckin’ on ‘em before she came.” He teased, and maybe it was the fact that you were now a mom that had you growing extremely embarrassed at the mention of your sex life, but you quickly shushed him as your hands moved to cover your face which only had him laughing even more. “I’m like 99.9% sure she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But, I’ll cover her ears if it makes you feel better.” 
“Oh my gosh, shut up, Minho.” You groaned, but you couldn’t hide the fact that you were laughing as well, and the more you thought about how it would be after the week was up, the more you started to miss him already, and he hadn’t even gone back to work yet. 
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Pink balloons were tied to every single chair that was set up in the backyard. The buffet table was lined with snacks and drinks for everyone that was there, although you didn’t really anticipate so many people to show up. The grill was fired up already and Bangchan and Felix had begun making the main course for the party while everyone else kind of took turns helping you decorate and ogling at your daughter. 
“Have you seen Minho?” You asked Jisung as he stepped out of the house, multiple beer cans held in both his hands and under his arms as he walked over to you. Your eyes had scanned over everyone that had filled your backyard multiple times and none of those times had your eyes landed on your husband in the crowd. 
“When I came outside he was sitting on the couch. I think he was crying a bit…” Jisung said, his lips drawing together in a thin line after he had answered. This wasn’t the first time he had done it, and according to the guys, the entire week leading up to today he’d disappear during work and one of them would usually find him hiding somewhere and crying by himself. 
“Right… Can you and the boys help finish setting everything up. I’m almost done… I just don’t want to leave him by himself.” Jisung nodded and you quickly scooped your daughter up, holding her on your hip as you walked into the house, and there he was. His head was lowered and you could hear the sniffles coming from where he sat. As you moved closer you could see the photo album of your daughter's first year sitting on his lap, his hands shakily flipping through the pages one by one. “Honey…” You murmured, and his head slowly raised to look at you, his eyes puffy and slightly red when they met yours. 
“Sorry…” He muttered, and you shook your head at his apology, coming closer to sit on the couch beside him, your daughter propped on your lap. His finger slipped into her hand, her own tiny fingers wrapping around it as she waved his hand around, babbling loudly as she looked up at him. “When did she get so big?” He questioned with a small gasp, his head tilted as he watched her with a bittersweet smile. 
You sighed softly, the sudden urge to cry taking hold of you as you looked at him. “She’s not that big yet… She’s still our baby…” You mused, trying your best to not only make him feel better, but to keep yourself from crying along with him. You glanced over at the book on his lap, scanning over the pictures on the page. “Oh, I remember that…” 
His eyes followed yours and he chuckled, although it sounded more sad than usual. “Our tour in Australia and… I refused to be away from you two for a whole month… So me and the guys at the last minute begged the managers to let you both go.” Most of the pictures were of the other members holding her and in most of them she looked like she was on the verge of crying. “She was only 6 months old… It’s only been 6 months since then…” His fingers brushed over the picture of himself holding her, his smile so wide as he sat on the beach with her, his tears freely falling down his cheeks as the memory played over in his mind. 
“And we have so many more months, so many years to keep making more memories with her…” You whispered, using one of your free hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Like today… She only gets a first birthday once, honey. I’m sure that when she looks back at her photos, she’ll want you to be in the pictures too.” 
He took a deep shaky breath, nodding his head before running his hands over his face. “Right… You’re right…” He slowly closed the book, placing it on the coffee table before grabbing your daughter off your lap and lifting her high in the air before bringing her back down and hugging her tight against his chest, eliciting a loud squeal mixed with laughter from her. “My princess is ready to party and so am I, let’s go!” 
His hand held onto hers as he playfully danced his way out to the backyard, the cheers from everyone at his and your daughters appearance were loud enough to be heard in the living room where you still sat, your eyes glued to the back of your husband as he practically skipped down the stairs, innocently dodging everyone who came towards him with their arms outstretched to take the baby. 
Minho was the perfect man, the perfect husband, the perfect father. There was no one else in the world that you could imagine loving you or your daughter the way he did, there was no one else in the entire universe who was everything a man should be, everything anyone would want their man to be… Minho was the most amazing, loving, devoted husband and father, and you were beyond grateful that he had come back into your life, that you had gotten a second chance with him, and more than anything, that your daughter was able to live a life with him as her father.
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xfgpng · 8 months
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“𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠”
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— : [nsfw] fingering, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise kink (+degradation) + pet names
— wc : 898
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he tries not to watch you too closely, he’s here for work and work only and he didn’t feel like getting into it with mikey again.
he knows he’s reckless sometimes and a little impulsive but sanzu could never really control himself around a pretty face, especially when that pretty face wouldn’t even pay him the time of day.
he enjoyed the chase almost as much as he enjoyed his job. mikey couldn’t exactly fault him for wanting a different kind of entertainment.
“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he asks, grinning when you raise a brow at him. you’re sitting by the bar but he’s been watching you for the last half hour and he knows you’re alone.
“can’t see something you’re not looking for” you shrug, having seen him a few times at this nightclub. your friends had told you he was into shady dealings so you kept your distance.
more for their sake than your own, you liked a little trouble every now and then.
“you have all my attention now sweetheart” sanzu grins, “names sanzu”
he smirks when you tell him your name, he can’t help but lean back as he knocks on the counter.
“the usual sir?” the bartender asks and he nods. you could tell he was someone important and dangerous but that only made you want to know him more.
it was stupid but after being set up by your friends on terrible dates or just being stood up, you liked the attention sanzu was giving you, even if it was obvious the man only had one thing on his mind.
“why are you sitting here by yourself?” he tilts his head to the side, “you could have anyone you wanted here”
that makes you scoff. it wasn’t like you weren’t aware of your own beauty but that seemed to land you into bed with men who just wanted sex and nothing more.
you weren’t necessarily against it but the sex was always boring and vanilla and you needed something a little more exciting than a 3 minute man.
he chuckles and you feel your body flush. you hadn’t meant to say that out loud but your point still stood.
“i see” he grins, “i’m sure i could be of assistance”
and the way the scars around his mouth lift when he smirks and his eyes narrow, you squeeze your thighs together and order another drink.
“it’s on me” he tells you and you don’t bother arguing. you liked how cocky he was because it was clear that a man like sanzu could back it up.
the rest of the night felt like a blur. you weren’t too drunk but you weren’t sober either and the way he held you tightly against his body as he moved you to grind on his thigh made you feel dizzy.
“fuck, just like that pretty girl” he groans, “make a mess for me”
you can feel yourself getting wetter, your pretty panties all sticky against his pants and you probably should be embarrassed at how easy this is for him but it feels so good and his grip on your waist hurts in the best way possible.
you wanted him to ruin you.
he encourages you to ride his thigh as he rips your dress off. the action should not turn you on the way it does but you’re way past caring.
“god you’re fucking beautiful” he whispers, wrapping his free hand around your throat, squeezing slightly as he pulls you in for a kiss.
these kisses are nothing like the soft kisses you shared at the bar, this is bruising and needy and you know he’s trying his best to hold back.
“sanzu please” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut as he slips his fingers into your pussy. it’s filthy and he doesn’t bother taking your underwear off, happy to see you fall apart on his fingers and thigh.
“that’s it” he grins, “good girl”
the praises have you clenching around his long fingers. he uses his thumb to press against your clit in slow circles. it’s not even that much but it’s enough to have you moaning louder, cumming all over his pants and fingers.
he doesn’t give you a moment to catch your breath, pushing you onto the bed and pulling his cock out. he doesn’t even care to remove all his clothes and it just makes everything that much hotter.
he needs to be inside you and with how sensitive you are, it makes him throb hard.
“shit” you gasp, grabbing onto his bicep as he pushes the tip in slowly. he doesn’t move any faster even when you beg him to hurry up.
“behave” he warns you, “you’ll take what the fuck i give you or i’ll leave you just here to get off by yourself”
you believe him. the way he glares down at you makes you clench around his tip and he groans, slapping your thigh hard enough to hurt.
“please” you whine, “want you”
“i’m sure you do” he smirks, “you’re so fucking desperate huh?”
the switch from being soft to this has your head spinning. everything feels way too good and he knows it. he wants to ruin you for anyone else so he’s all you’ll think about.
you’ll come running back to him every time and he’ll gladly give you exactly what you want.
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heartcereql · 8 months
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a/n: i'm a slut for this man.
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war!tommy shelby x nurse!reader
chattering in the background. the faint smell of alcohol. but not that alcohol. not rum, not scotch. clean alcohol. hospital alcohol. more voices. cloth against his forehead. it was cold. ice cold. and then he remembered. the fire. the wound.
tommy's eyes shot open, upper body lifting slightly from the sudden action, though it was mere seconds before he fell again on his back, his body tired and hurt, unable to support him.
and then he saw you. his eyes must have been blurry from the time they spent closed because he could have sworn there was a glazy halo surrounding your figure, all dresses in white, hair pulled back from your features, allowing him to gaze upon your features. you looked like an angel.
before he could even process the woman before him, said woman was approaching where he laid.
"you're awake! how are you feeling?" you spoke in a sweet tone, a smile softening your face.
he just gaped at you for a moment. you were even more beautiful up close. how was he feeling. all the better now that you were here, certainly, but even in his shocked and dumbfounded state he could distinguish that he couldn't tell you that. he tried to check if his body hurt. he felt a bit numb, probably he was on some sedatives; besides a light headache, he didn't feel much.
even though all these had happened in a few seconds to him, you were getting worried at his lack of response. maybe he was worse than you thought.
"sir?" you called his attention, a frown clouding your expression.
this seemed to bring him back to earth.
"yes, i'm alright, yeah" he nodded, giving you a smile of his own.
adorable. sharp cheekbones, the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, he was certainly delightful to look at. and he seemed like a sweetheart.
"that's great. let me check this..." you put your hand over his forehead to check his temperature. you were short on thermometers so you had to do it the old fashioned way for now.
his world stopped. breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in the tiniest bit- so that you couldn't notice, heart picking up its rate. your touch was feather-like, but lasted enough for him to feel the softness and warmth of your skin; the trace of your fingers still lingering on him when you pulled your hand again.
"not bad; the fever's going down... i'm going to change the bandages now, okay?" you said. you couldn't explain it, but you couldn't cease to smile.
he mumbled in agreement as your hands found his wounded arm, untying the now stained cloth. as you unwrapped his pained arm, your hands steadied on his bicep, making goosebumps arise on his skin.
once the wound was uncovered and fresh air hit the injury, tommy winced. you gave him an apologetical smile before turning to find a wet towel to clean the dried blood. his eyes never left your figure, studying your every move. when you returned and started washing the blood off, he forced himself to look away. he didn't want to creep you out.
but, on the other hand, nurses came and went easily; what if he never saw you again? so, on second thought, tommy's eyes returned to you, savouring every second.
as you finished, you looked at him, only to meet those enchanting icy orbs. you both smiled again, soft laughs, looking away shyly to hide your embarrasment.
you started to bandage his arm again. he wanted to ask you about yourself, find out about you. though knowing he was the reason you kept smiling made him feel all the better.
"um, so, you've been a nurse for long?" he asked, voice unsure, testing the waters.
he immediatly regretted it: you looked his age, 'been a nurse for long'? please.
but you didn't seem to share his thoughts, as your eyes glimmered a bit before answering.
"not really, no, but my mother and grandmother were nurses for the better part of their lives, so i know my way around" you answered, eyes suddenly too timid to meet his.
as the both of you engaged on a pure and warm conversation, bandages finished long ago, you lost track of time. your only focus was on him.
“y/n!” you were pulled out of the conversation as someone called for you.
“shit, uh, that’s me. i- i have to go.. but it was lovely to talk to you!, um…” you trailed off as you still hadn’t caught his name.
“tommy. tommy shelby” he replied with a smile.
“well, tommy shelby. you get better. and when you do, you look for y/n y/l/n” you offered him one last grin before sprinting off to where the voice came from.
y/n. oh he would definitely look for you. granted.
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lvlyghost · 7 months
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I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH 😩❤️😍 the way you characterize ghost is so good I can't 😭❤️ I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something for me since your writing style is sooo good frfr
How about ghost and reader have an argument that was started by ghost and he goes a bit too far breaking the reader and making them cry and be just a shell of themselves how would he feel when he sees the readers state and how would he fix it with a happy end please
Broken Wings
Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Summary: After a night out, things seem to take a turn in your relationship with Ghost.
Word Count: 2.1k
Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt, jealousy, probably ooc!simon, curse words. lots of grammar mistakes, poorly edited you know the drill🐝
A/N: i loved this request sooo much, though i did have a lot of trouble when writing it since i wasn't feeling too inspired. also had two different stories but ended up deciding to post this one i might post the other one idk, hope you like this anon! I did try my best🫶🏻🤍🩷✨corrections are appreciated; remember english isn't my native language 🐸
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"I like you." You said with big bright eyes.
"But no one can know about this. Just you and I. That's enough." He answered, hand tracing the side of your face.
You blink rapidly. You have always been daydreamer. It caused you tons of problems although you tried to do your best when you were out on missions. Ghost is walking ahead of you, boots sinking in the sand beneath your feet. The waves crashing on the shore is something you like listening to and seeing too but under different circumstances. Both of your gear clink with every step you take, it's the only sound as well as the sea that swallows the tense silence that falls between the two.
Things have been rather... strange since two days ago and you've tried to talk to him about it. It wasn't weird for Ghost to push you back every now and then, he was a complicated person and you couldn't be more different from one another.
You were the sun and he was the darkness that came at night or so he had said one night at the common room back at the compound. He was stoic, grumpy and hardly found himself enjoying somebody's company. You on the other hand, even though you wouldn't consider yourself the most outgoing person like Johnny, still you liked talking unlike him. You loved going out with the task force. And most importantly you loved when Ghost joined because you loved him, you loved having him around, despite his gruff responses or annoyed looks.
You jog though your legs shake and tiredness sets in your body.
"How much farther until we get there?" You ask, ignoring the fact that his frame goes rigid when you speak . He doesn't acknowledge you at first. All you hear is a small sigh leaving his lips. You kind of wish he wasn't wearing the damn sunglasses so you could see his eyes.
They always said a lot.
"Thirty minutes. Give or take." The answer is short and cold, breaking your heart a little more than before. Still, you decide to try again.
"Sir, is something bothering you?" Before he can stop it he scoffs, shaking his head. "What?" Brows furrowing on your features. "Simon..."
He stops all of the sudden, turning to face you with a tense stance.
"First of all don't bloody use my name out here. Secondly it's your own fault we've been walking for hours. So don't go asking if something's bothering me, Sergeant."
Taking a step back you open your mouth.
"My fault? I was doing my job!"
"Didn't know your job was to get your fucking head blown off!!" He seethes. "Fucking hell you can't be this reckless and expect me to clap at your poor acting on the field." Your heart begins to race, he had never said such things to you. Taking a small step back your grit your teeth, you hated that his words were making your eyes blurry. This was the Simon you never wanted to see. And yet there he was. "Now we lost the damn intel thanks to you." He spits. But something isn't adding up.
"It's not just that. You've been acting strange for a few days now, Ghost. Don't come and tell me it's just because I did what I was supposed to do!" He stiffs yet again. Jaw clenching so hard you fear he might break it. "Not missing the way you avoid me ever since..." you close your mouth shut. "The pub..." he shifts his weight from one foot to another. The waves are increasing and now reach your feet, dampening your boots. And then you remember him storming off the local pub before he even finished his own drink. Everyone had heard the hard slap to John's arm when he had tried to calm him down. God why didn't you pay more attention to that moment? Because you both had agreed to keep your distances? And going after him was out of discussion? Then the next day you'd barely seen him, just for a short moment during debriefs and that was it. The moment you had gotten up from your seat he was gone. And today you were supposed to go to a special op that had soon become a problem that eventually led to the two of you in the middle of a beach, it was a cloudy day and if it weren't for the heavy layers you wore you're certain you'd be shaking. Sometimes –and you were ashamed of it– you were oblivious to many things and it seemed that Ghost's anger toward you was one of them this time. "What happened?"
He inhales deeply.
"It's over. That's what happened."
Your heart sinks and you swallow hard. Your whole body loses color when he mutters those two words. Out of all the things, all the possibilities you thought he'd say to you, he decided to end everything. Shaking your head you try to touch his hand but he doesn't let you.
"Ghost where is all of this coming from I don't understand!" You choke out. "We were fine..."
"No. You were fine. If I wasn't enough you should've just said so."
"Stop... you... what the hell are you talking about???"
"Nothing that matters anymore. Keep walking and don't say another word. That's an order."
He turns and keeps walking as if nothing just happened. As if he didn't just completely broke your heart.
'You were fine'.
What was that supposed to mean? You think, walking a few meters behind him, scared to even say anything else; to even try to grab him by the arm and force him to talk. It would only make things worse right now.
By the time you reach the safe house it's started to rain the silence between the two is deafening and tense. Ghost's cold demeanor and hurtful words have left a scar. Never in a million years would you think you'd be here, with a broken, shattered heart and no explanation from his part.
Words that pierced through your soul.
That day something died inside you. And he was the reason.
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Two weeks, three days and seven hours.
That's the time that's passed since that day at the beach. Two weeks since Simon broke you and gave you no reasons.
You're a disaster.
You barely eat or get any sleep. There's dark circles under your eyes and you're sure you've lost some weight too. Ghost has been gone on a mission alone with Johnny for a week now, which left you with a lot of spare time to think about the two of you.
More tears stream down your face when you remember that day. Had you missed something important? Was Ghost's mind somewhere dark? Somewhere it shouldn't be? God knows he was... difficult to say the least. But every single time you tried, tried to be there for him. Did those late nights at your home meant nothing? Had he not seen the way you looked at him? Had you not shown him enough of your affection? Everything you'd do for him if he simply asked?
Getting up from your bed you get ready for another day. Not bothering to lace your boots just shoving them inside your shoes you walk down the hallways until you get to the training room. Gaz is talking to John in the far corner, the Captain's arms are crossed over his chest while Kyle frowns and shakes his head. You don't to even go and salute them as you normally would do, instead you put your earphones on and hit the treadmill.
It doesn't last long though; after one minute someone stops it by pressing down the off button. Your brows knitted together as you stop, turning to look up at Gaz who smiles politely.
"Sorry for that, sweetheart. You okay?" You nod, but say nothing more. "Come here." He pats your shoulder and helps you down from the treadmill. If you could smile now you would. But no even the faintest, softest grin leaves your lips. Gaz takes a quick glimpse at your face and rubs the back of his neck. "You know, Soap and Ghost just got back. Heard Lt. was asking about you."
"Oh." You murmur. "Okay." You don't move nor dare to meet his eyes. "I'll just head back to my room."
"Uhmm. I- what I meant is he's looking for you..." Shaking your head you walk away, not having the energy to face Simon right now. And why did he need to see you? Made pretty clear that you two were done, therefore was no need to see each other unless it was work related.
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"You really do like it here don't you." Your body goes rigid. This was supposed to be your safe place. The roof of the armory was rarely visited by anyone at this hour. Simon's voice seems softer than ever before but you don't answer. Not even turn to acknowledge him. You hear muttered words and then he crouches down to your level. "Price said you're not eating. Do we have to send you to the military counselor now?" How dare he? After all he caused this. You know he doesn't mean it in bad way, somehow he cares for you deep down. Your hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to snap at him, to push him down and just break him the way he broke you. But you don't because you still love him, and could never bring yourself to hurt him. Simon is staring intently at you, waiting, hoping for any sign. He knows he shouldn't be here. Bloody hell he knows you shouldn't even look his way never again. He deserves it. Every bit of it. "Talk to me, love. Please." It's a low whisper. A plea.
"What do you want Ghost?" You ask softly. Simon leans closer, sitting down with his legs propped up against his chest and arms resting on his knees. It's a funny look for someone his size.
"Jus' wanted to see you." You scoff playing with your hands, refusing to lock eyes with him because if you did you'd be done. "Wanted to explain..."
"Then just do it!" You sob. Your lower lip trembles. "And then leave."
"Fine." He agrees. "But I'm not leaving. I- I made a mistake, and took it out on you okay? I was scared."
"Scared?" Your head snaps to where he is sitting. It's painful just to look at him. "Why would you be scared Ghost?" You retaliate
He grumbles, never fancied when you called him that when you were alone. Quite the contradiction given the fact that he told you not to call him his name that day at the beach.
"Because I saw you." He points out. "That night. Everything you're missing for being with someone like me. Can't even show proper affection because it's not me... and you deserve more than that. More than me."
"Ghost..."
"No. Lemme finish, love." He swallows. It's always amusing how controlled he seems. "I lost it, yeah? You looked so happy. How on earth do I deserve you, on what universe do I deserve ya'?"
Sucking in a sharp breath you recall the moments that preceded the events. The sound of music blasting through the speakers, when you joined the rest of the soldiers on the other side of the pub. Private Miller had slung his arm over your shoulders in a friendly manner. You laughed and drank too much that night, it was joyful. Everyone was there, your team. You never thought he felt that way about it.
"Oh my... Simon." You cover your mouth and cry silently. He hesitated for a moment before pulling you close and into his lap. "Should've known something was wrong. Forgive me... I should've stayed with you, follow you after you left." You cry out.
You were scared too, for very different reasons. That he'd get tired of you eventually, that if you weren't cautious enough your secret would be known. Both would get suspended thus separated and discharged.
"No, love. You shouldn't have to go running after me. I should be running after you. Now forgive me, say you will. Or else I might just lose myself for good." You cradle his face in your hands lifting the balaclava just above the bridge of his nose. Thumb tracing his lower lip. Your tears have dried.
"I've missed you so much, Simon. All you gotta do is talk to me, always." He tightens his grip around you. "You think Price would let us go home tonight and not ask questions?"
His chuckle is short and soft.
"Yeah. I think he's known for a while now."
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ghouljams · 2 months
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👉👈🥺🥺 speaking of bringing gaz to the masses May I ask for some more regency Gaz and birdie
Your hand hurts. Your knuckles are bruised and your fingers ache when you stretch them, it's a good sort of ache but that doesn't make it stop hurting. You rub your thumb over the back of your gloved hand listening to your mother berate you for something so stupid.
"In the middle of the promenade!" She continues wrapping up her hysterical point, "Never in my life have I heard of a lady acting this way." She shakes her head, the disappointment clear in her eyes. You've never exactly seen eye to eye with your mother, but you'd hope she'd have a little sympathy for your situation.
"Mama, he wouldn't leave me alone, I couldn't-"
"He was courting you!" She cuts you off, raising her voice enough that you flinch a little. Some of the wind leaves her sails at that, the anger still simmering but quieter. "And what about the man that made you into this-" she waves a hand, "-brawler, where is he to take responsibility?"
You sink further back into the settee to pout. You don't have an answer for her. You'd been so quickly ushered out of the promenade by your chaperone that you hadn't been able to give Kyle your name. Mr. Garrick, Sergeant Garrick, you correct yourself. Best not to be too familiar with a man who you'd be better pressed never to see again. It would be smart to avoid him and you try to be smart.
Maybe not smart enough though.
Your family's butler rushes in to the sitting room looking a little harried. He hardly gets out an apology for the intrusion, and an explanation that he couldn't stop "him" before your sergeant is strolling in behind him with all the air of the uniform he wears, and a proud set to his shoulders. Sgt. Garrick looks as serious as the dead, eyes scanning the room and softening when they land on you.
You sit upright, fixing your dress and patting your cheeks to be sure you aren't looking too excited to see him. If you'd hoped that the novelty of your savior would wear off after the adrenaline of your first punch was gone you were sorely mistaken. It creeps over you again stronger than the first time and you flick your fan open to try and quell some of the heat that rushes over your skin at the way he tips his head to smile at you.
"Sergeant Garrick," You greet, sure that your smile rivals only his own when he nods his head in a short bow.
"Ma'am." Oh you could melt. You mother seems less pleased.
"Is there something we can help you with sir?" She asks, lips pursed in annoyance. Your man --look at you, claiming him already, he'd be so pleased-- turns his attention to your mother.
"Just looking for my wife," He informs her. Your mother jerks her head towards you and you do your best not to meet her eye. You glance at Kyle and his smile seems all the brighter, he holds his hand out to you. "Come on then darling," He entreats.
Your mother pushes you back down into your seat when you try to stand. You try not to think too hard about the way Kyle's fingers curl and clench into a fist before his hand drops to his side. The way his smile seems a little colder when it's directed at your mother, the person standing between him and what he wants.
"You're not even courting her," Your mother so kindly reminds him, "I don't know your family, or who you-"
"Then I'm here to formally announce my intentions," He cuts her off coolly, "Sergeant Kyle Garrick," He holds his hand out to her, "I'm going to marry your daughter." Kyle tips his head towards you as your mother takes his hand with no small amount of confusion and asks you, "Any objections love?"
"I'll think of something," You smile, standing to take his arm when he finally releases your mother's hand.
"Perfect," He smiles, and you feel all the warmth of the sun turn towards you with it, "I look forward to it."
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ahem- don't mind me~
König x Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]
Warning; just me projecting what I want 😬, reader likes having heavy things on top of him, crappy description of takedowns, uhmm lime at the end -just some grinding- you can skip it.
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(M/n) has never seen König as a scary guy, to him the tall Austrian male only seems like a quiet guy, just like himself. Well, until that particular day.
König had been put on recruit training duty, and that was what he was doing, his singular sniper hood on and just some regular clothes for training. The recruits used to be intimidated by him, but with time they realized that König was just scary in size and that he was actually a cuddly bear. Unlike Ghost, who still had to show a softer side of himself.
(M/n) was just done with range practice, and was heading to the training room since he remembered he had forgotten something there the night before. As soon as he walked in through the slightly pushed open door, König giddily jumped at the sight of the (h/c) haired male walking in.
"Oh~! Sergeant, could you come here for a minute?" (M/n) perked up at the sound of König's voice calling for him, and he silently nodded, taking the thing he forgot with him, setting it down on the empty bench against the wall. He noticed every single pair of eyes on him as he approached them, "Well, now! I'll be teaching you one of my favorite grappling takedowns!"
He held (M/n)'s wrist and pulled him closer to the center of the mat, positioning his body in a way to make it look more like an actual fight.
"It'll be easier to understand this way," slowly, König started moving his body around (M/n), and the male let himself be taken down while the Austrian explained what he was doing.
In the end, König was on top of him but not really putting any real weight on (M/n), and soon helping him get up.
"Okay, for real now, Sergeant! Come at me!" (M/n) tried to hold back the smile as he watched König so excited about teaching recruits. It was almost innocent, teaching young soldiers how to break someone's spine on their knee...
Thankfully, that wasn't happening now.
As per König's request, (M/n) ran at him to attack him, the fight was pretty much harmless as the takedown was demonstrated again, but more like the real thing, fighting back and putting up resistance, but soon enough, (M/n) found himself on the floor once again. Only this time, König had pinned him to the mat, his hand gripping both his wrists above his head, his knees pressing on either side of his thighs and feet keeping his legs steady. His free hand was closed in a fist by his neck, as if he was gripping a knife to his throat.
There was nothing weird about this. (M/n) had performed this takedown countless times before, but something about being the one pinned down, with such a big man on top of him...
It felt nice, almost reassuring in a way, feeling his weight on pretty much every part of his body made (M/n) feel unexpectedly safe... and it was extremely hot. Having a thing for bigger men and being in the army was like a dream come true and a torture, at first, he was after Ghost, but he had made it clear he wasn't interested in someone his age, not that (M/n) took offense to that, everyone had their own preferences, and he respected Ghost too much.
"Everyone understood?" König asked while standing up, relieving the pressure on (M/n)'s body -not that he minded the extra weight on him- and extending his hand to help the male stand up. The recruits let out a loud 'Yes, sir!', proceeding to get in pairs and practice the takedown.
König turned to look at (M/n) who had walked back to grab his belonging and seemed only a little bit disoriented.
"Thank you for helping me, Sergent! You're not hurt, are you?" (M/n) looked at the big guy, seeing the concern in his eyes as he looked at him up and down, inspecting his body in search for any kind of injury he might unintentionally have inflicted on him.
"I'm okay, König, see you later, big guy," he said showing him a reassuring smile and walking out after König waved at him.
Physically speaking, (M/n) was unharmed, his body was more than okay but mentally? He just couldn't help but want to feel König's body on his, and acknowledging that made him flustered, rushing back to his quarters.
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From that day on, (M/n) has let König take him down during sparring or simply training, his behavior making recruits think he was really weak or König extremely strong. But then they would watch (M/n) actually try or take down soldiers like Soap and Gaz like it was nothing.
The first to catch on to what (M/n) was doing, was Soap, of course it would be his best friend.
And after explaining him this fixation of his where he liked having someone bigger and heavier on top of him made him feel safe, Soap nodded in silence, as if he understood him completely. And that reminded (M/n) how Soap used to pull him on top of him to sleep when it was cold, as if he was a weighted blanket instead of a person.
So yeah, (M/n) was okay with Soap knowing since his best friend was similar to him in a way. Soap only did it because he wanted affection and love.
But just like Soap noticed, König started noticing too.
He wondered whether (M/n) was taking it easy on him because he was still new to the 141, and he ended up getting mad at this misunderstanding, thinking (M/n) was underestimating his fighting abilities by letting him win.
So the next opportunity to fight with him was when (M/n) was showing off moves to the recruits and his improvement as well, like some sort of physical exam. He was paired with König, and the serious look in his eyes made (M/n) slightly flinch at the intensity of it.
"You better take this seriously, Sergeant."
König came at (M/n) with full force, somehow catching him off-guard enough for him to trip but not lose his balance. He didn't think much of it, not until after König got his first takedown on him. It was incredibly painful, and (M/n) realized something was wrong so he took this fight seriously, just as König told him to.
(M/n) did quick movements to break his guard and trip him over. Everyone around saw how easily he defeated such a big man as König. And well, the Austrian male was surprised at that as well, but happy because he finally got taken down by the (h/c) haired Sergeant. König had seen him sparring with Ghost on one occasion, and he has been wanting to have (M/n) fight him with the same enthusiasm and strength.
And he got it.
He had a bright smile hidden by his sniper hood as he realized (M/n) had him pinned to the ground, "Took you long enough, Sergeant~!" He said cheerfully as (M/n) helped him stand up.
(M/n) only looked at him and a small smile tugged on his lips at his playful demeanor, a big difference from his dark aura minutes prior.
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Later at night, König found (M/n) outside taking in some of the chill night air. It didn't seem like he was having an internal debate about anything, so König took a few slow steps toward him, but (M/n)'s sharp senses heard him moving, his head looking over his shoulder to see who it was.
"König..." (M/n) watched him as he walk to stand next to him. He was gonna ask him if he needed anything, but König spoke before he could.
"Sergeant, why haven't you fought with me seriously until today?" (M/n) had an internal debate about whether he should tell him or not.
König is a sharp guy, he knows when someone's lying, so maybe thinking of whatever excuse wouldn't work out too well, it would only make him seem like he's hiding something bad.
So he just said it.
"I like it when you're on top of me," his words were said so casually, you would think he was making a comment about the weather.
It caught König so off-guard the poor guy tripped and almost lost his balance, "W-wha-?" His eyes were opened wide, shining under the light of the street lamp.
"It makes me feel safe..." He continued to explain, so as to not freak him out further, but he trailed on, biting his tongue to prevent himself from saying 'kinda horny too.'
Everything was silent after that, and (M/n) sighed, not really regretting what he said, but thinking he could've worded it differently. He glanced at König, who was looking down at the ground.
"I understand if you don't wanna be near me anymore, big guy," he added as he walked past him, heading back to his room to try and get some shut-eye.
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Turns out, König didn't find (M/n) weird or disgusting, he found it kinda cute and, with his big size, he has never been comfortable with putting his entire weight on someone else, whether they were his same size or smaller, it was just something he was always wary of, as to not cause any discomfort on anyone. And he had started sort of encouraging it actually.
When it was only him and (M/n), with no one else around, König would go as far as to sit on (M/n)'s lap whenever he offered it -seriously or as a joke-. Of course, at first, it would be a little awkward, but with time they started getting used to it, becoming a sort of habit for them.
König would even stop by (M/n)'s room and lie on his back while the (h/c) haired male mindlessly checked his phone, more than once, König had fallen asleep on him, and (M/n) didn't have the heart to wake him up.
It got to a point where (M/n) would be sitting on the couch, minding his own business while reading a book, the rest of the 141 team chillin' and talking about whatever, and König would sit on (M/n)'s lap, followed by (M/n) nonchalantly wrapping his arms around his waist to continue reading.
No one comments on it, except Soap -of course-.
"So... when did you guys start dat-?" Before he could finish his sentence, Ghost placed his hand over Soap's mouth, muffling his booming voice.
(M/n) looked up when Soap went suddenly quiet. He hadn't quite understood what he wanted to say, but König apparently did.
"We're not~! (M/n) just like my body on top of his," Gaz snorted while Price tried to not spit out his tea, Ghost released a deep sigh while Soap whined disappointed, and (M/n)?
(M/n) pressed his face against König's back, hiding his embarrassed, mortified expression from the prying eyes of his friends and superiors.
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Everything that happened has been purely platonic, until König decided to crush (M/n) under his weight, chests pressing together making (M/n) let out a soft grunt, and König... wiggled.
The big Austrian guy was feeling giddy and wouldn't stop moving around because of that, talking (M/n)'s ears off about something he wasn't paying attention to. His lower abdomen pressed on (M/n)'s crotch, making him panic as he felt himself getting hard.
"K-König, stop moving, please..." He whispered as calmly and collected as he could. König only stared down at him with a confused look in his eyes but shook his head playfully, his eyes shining with a hint of mischief.
He kept talking while (M/n) watched him, but he definitely wasn't listening to a single word he said, focusing too much on thinking of something else that wasn't König practically grinding on him.
(M/n) really thought he was being smooth about it, but König had realized, as if couldn't notice something hard pressing below his belly button. He felt flustered about it for a few seconds, without deviating from what he was talking about.
But slowly, König's wiggling changed from moving his whole body around to focusing on simply swaying his hips. (M/n) realized what König did and panicked, trying to push him off before something really awkward happened.
"König, you have to get off, now-" the big guy gripped (M/n)'s wrists and pinned them to the bed, "König-"
"Sorry, Sergeant, but I like it when you're beneath me," (M/n) felt shivers down his spine when König's voice turned an octave lower than his usual cheerful tone, a gasp soon leaving his mouth when he felt König shift his weight enough to press their bulges together.
The pace was slow and hesitant, until (M/n) managed to free his hand from König's grip, holding his hips and helping him grind faster, pressing their bodies as close as they could be.
"Scheiße-" König's voice cut off by a whine, pressing his face on (M/n)'s neck, intertwining their fingers together as he let (M/n) move his hips however he wanted.
Moans and whines escaped their mouths as their movements became rough. Tears filled König eyes at the stimulation that felt too much and too little at the same time, whimpering quietly as he rocked his hips with (M/n)'s help.
"Just like that~, come on, big guy," (M/n) muttered next to his ear, a moan strangled on his throat, "Good boy~," his soft praise made König whimper louder this time, tightly gripping (M/n)'s hand and his shirt with his free hand, his hips stuttering as he felt himself cumming in his clothes, "Fuck..."
(M/n) moved his hips from under König, letting the big guy lay on his body, keeping a tight hold on his hips as he chased his own high as well, the grinding making König whine at the overstimulation he felt surging through his body.
Their ragged breaths were the only sound in the room, their bodies still pressed on each other.
König tried to get up because he was worried about crushing (M/n), but the male didn't let him, wrapping his arm around his waist, and mumbling on his neck.
"Don't move, König, not now..."
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bug-is-snug · 3 months
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starved
inspired by @groguspicklejar (you are so good at atmosphere omgggg???)
Part two
plot: you're a zombie babe <3 put y'all seatbelts on CW: depictions of violence, depictions of obsession, gore, eventual self-cannibalism (stay safe besties), blood, gore, eventual smut banner by: @frostthecupcake (deactivated) and found by using "Find A Banner" A/N: This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine! Please be gentle with me ;-;
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'I am starving...' The words were so familiar to you that you barely registered that they echoed the moment you saw your Captain's exposed wrist. Captain John Price, a stern and loyal man. He always made you feel safe...he always made you... Hungry. You inhaled sharply as you looked up at your Captain, finally registering that he had been calling your name. "Are you alright, love?" His usual tone had taken one of concern as his eyes stared into your own. "Ah-" You smiled nervously as you nodded, "Yes, sir, I'm fine. Just...deep in thought, I guess! What were you asking me?" "I was asking if you had gotten your paperwork done yet. You look exhausted." He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as his raised a brow. Perhaps your narrator should explain; it started around... Three months ago...
It was supposed to be a good Ol' typical hostage situation. Get the hostage, get a Medevac if needed, another easy adventure for our favorite Task Force! Right? Oh, how terribly wrong you were. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment you were slammed against a wall by the hostage no less! You had been sent in to grab the scientist! A scientist! Some little nerd working on bioweapons! Surely, they wouldn't be aggressive, right? The wind was knocked from your lungs as you tried your best to fend off your attacker. His snapping teeth dangerously close to your neck as you forced his head back with one hand, your arm shoving him away by his shoulder. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Why didn't you just let Soap help you? Why did you INSIST on going in alone?! Why couldn't you just accept help?! You couldn't contain your scream as the doctor sunk his teeth into your exposed wrist, the smell of rot and blood immediately clouding your brain and making you dizzy. The rest of that mission was fuzzy, really... You don't remember Soap immediately coming to your aid the moment he heard your scream from down the hall. You don't remember fainting. You don't remember a lot of that day after the attack... Back to the current day, "Y-yeah, yeah- no- uh.." You stumbled over your words as you rubbed your face, "I've just not been sleepin' too well. Sorry, Cap." A half-lie...you could tell Price didn't buy it either, but what else could you say? What were you supposed to do? Tell him how you've dreamt of sinking your teeth into his neck the night after catching him walking back from a workout? Tell him how your heart ached when imagining yourself sinking your teeth into your Lieutenant's arm every time he offered your paperwork to you? How it takes everything in your body to stop yourself from licking the blood from Gaz's wounds when he gets a bump or scrape when in the field? Or how the smell of Johnny's sweat makes your head swim with thoughts of ripping his ribs apart with your bare hands? Obviously, you can't just say that! Wh- who even-? No! Just, no! So, you lie. You lie and lie and lie until you can't keep track of your lies anymore. "I think I just need to go to bed...Would that be okay?" You gave your Captain a forced smile that almost felt like a grimace. He stared with eyes that seemed to look right through you, "...Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Go rest up, love. I'm sure I can handle the rest from here." You sighed in relief, standing up and organizing your papers for a moment before giving your Captain an appreciative nod before you left the room. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull as you walked away, but you didn't falter. Don't worry, darling, your team has noticed the lies. They've noticed your change in behavior. And it's only a matter of time until you slip up...
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love on the brain [simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader]
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▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader ▸words: 3,362 ▸warnings: illness, lovesick ghost, kissing, making out, simon makes up his own little game of hide and seek, the balaclava stays on ▸summary: simon doesn't do feelings... until he does.
▸a/n: i just wanna kiss him.
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Ghosts had secrets. Plenty of them. Hell, even his face was a secret. But there was one that he considered his deepest.
He was in love.
You would never guess it by looking at him; he had his mask to thank for that. His self-consciousness stopped him from saying many words to anyone outside of a mission. And just being around you made him feel like all the wrong words would come out.
He wasn’t much of a romantic and couldn’t even remember the last time he was in a relationship. What was he even supposed to say to you?
“Hey, Lt.” Your voice was like music to his ears.
“Evenin’,” he said gruffly.
“What are you doing out here in the rain?” you asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.” His palms were sweaty, and he was happy you couldn’t see them.
You shrugged. “I guess I just like the rain.”
“Yeah, so do I. Helps me clear my mind,” he said.
“Am I bothering you, sir?” you asked, worry filling your tone.
“Not at all. I’m actually surprised you found me.” There were all sorts of places he went to be alone, and no one knew about them.
No one except for you.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone else about your hiding place,” you said, and he believed you.
“How did you find me?” he asked.
“I have no idea. Maybe fate brought me here.” You looked out at the view in front of you. He looked at you, heart beating faster.
“Bollocks,” he scoffed. “You actually believe in that?”
“We gotta believe in something, sir.”
He hated that you called him sir. It reminded him that he was your superior and his feelings for you were beyond inappropriate.
“You can call me Simon, you know,” he said.
“Simon,” you said quietly, to hear how it rolled off your tongue. You smiled at him. “It’s a lovely name.”
“It’s not,” he said, “But thank you.”
“Do you ever let anyone compliment you?” you asked.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just…whenever I say something nice about you, you find a way to downplay it,” you said.
He felt like such an idiot. He was hurting you and didn’t even know it.
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to it,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if I…made you feel bad.”
“You didn’t. I do the same thing. I guess it’s my way of deflecting. Sometimes my self-esteem makes it hard for me to take a compliment.” Your smile began to fade, and Ghost couldn’t have that.
“We should get inside before we both get sick,” he said, and it seemed like he was ready to end the conversation.
“You’re right. You came here to be alone, and here I am bothering you….” you sighed.
“No! I mean…that’s not what I meant. You don’t have to go,” he said.
Please don’t go. Please don’t go. Please don’t go.
The smile was back on your face. “Okay then. What should we talk about?”
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Simon was still thinking about that night even as he lay in bed with a fever, runny nose, and cough. He was able to convince himself to stay in bed and rest, which wasn’t easy for him.
He nearly groaned when he heard the knock on his door. He put his balaclava on quickly and walked to the door.
“This better be bloody important,” he said, swinging the door open.
“Hey, sir…I mean, Simon.” You looked up at him and noticed something was wrong right away.
“Y-You…what are you doing here?” he asked in a raspier voice than his usual one.
“You too, huh?” you asked, and he tilted his head. “Sick?”
“Yeah. What brings you here?”
“I…uh…you know what? I don’t even know. It’s like my feet just brought me here on their own.” You gave him a smile that broke through his tough exterior and wrapped around his heart.
“Dunno if you wanna come in here with me bein’ sick and all.”
“I’ll leave you to rest. I need to do the same myself. Lots of fluids, sir,” you told him.
“Simon,” he sighed.
“Sorry. Simon.” You stood there and looked at him for a while. “Feel better soon.”
“You too, love.” He closed his eyes and cursed inwardly at the slip-up. If you heard him, you didn’t make it known.
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A few days later, Simon was back to his usual self, and you were trying to be. As he made his way to your room, he rehearsed precisely what he would say.
Isn’t all this supposed to come naturally? He thought. Yeah, when you’re not head over heels in love with the other person.
He knocked on your door and tried to stand as naturally as possible before you opened it.
Your face lit up as soon as you saw him. “Simon! Hey.” You rested your head against the door.
“How’re you feelin’?” he asked.
“Eh, could be better,” you admitted.
“Is there anything I can do?” He put his hands on either side of the doorframe and leaned in.
“You’re sweet, Lt. I’ll be fine, though.” You didn’t need this man doing anything else to make you fall even more in love with him.
“Oh…” He was disappointed, to say the least.
“Actually,” you started, and he stood up straight again. “Would you mind bringing me some tea? You’ve made some for me before, and it was fantastic.”
You like his tea.
You like his tea.
It was a silly thing to gush over, but he felt his face getting warm.
“I can do that for you,” he said. He turned and walked away.
“Hey, Simon!” you called out, and he turned to look at you. “Thanks.”
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“What do you need two cups of tea for?” Soap asked. “Still not feelin’ well, Lt?”
“Nah, I’m fine,” he said. “This is for—” He froze, and a knowing smile spread over Johnny’s face.
“Ah, I see.” He smiled smugly.
Simon sighed and walked off. He hoped the tea would still be hot enough by the time he got to you.
You were dozing off when he knocked on your door. You stood excitedly and walked to the door to open it.
“Tea,” he offered, and you took a cup.
“I would ask you to come in, but I’m probably still contagious.”
“I’ll come in if you like. I don’t mind,” he told you, hoping you’d let him stay.
“Okay, come on in.” You closed the door behind him and hugged yourself as you walked over to the sofa and tried tidying it up.
“What are you doin’?” he asked.
“Cleaning up,” you said.
“You don’t have to do that. You’re not feeling well,” he pointed out.
“I know, but….”
“Don’t,” he said, nearly reaching out to touch your hand. “Sit and drink your tea.”
“Sir,” you said playfully before sitting down.
He stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. “How’s the tea?” he asked.
“It’s perfect. You make it?”
“I did, yeah.”
“You can sit down.” You pointed to one of the chairs. You doubted he wanted to sit on the same couch as you.
But he walked over slowly and sat beside you. You looked over at him and smiled.
“What?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to sit so close.”
“Why not?” he asked, turning to you.
“Well, no offense, but you like to be alone…you don’t seem to like getting too close to anyone,” you said. You hoped you hadn’t said too much or overstepped a boundary.
“I don’t,” he started, “But I make exceptions now and again.”
“And I’m an exception? Wow, I feel special,” you said before taking another sip of tea.
“You are special,” he said. He took a sip of his tea casually. “Look, I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to say anything until I finish. Just listen.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“When I say you’re special, I mean it. I…feel something whenever I …look at you. To be honest, I’m not sure how to manage this,” he confessed. “I want to protect you; I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you…ever.” He looked at you when he said that.
“Simon…”
“Not done. I think I’m in love with you, and I’m not quite sure what to do about it,” he finished. “You can say something now.”
“In love?” you asked, and he nodded.
“Yeah. Is that…bad?” he wondered.
“Why would it be bad, Simon?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about it.”
“You do. I think your mind is so full of a sense of duty that it’s hard to focus on anything else.”
“You may be right,” he admitted.
“I am right,” you said with a smirk.
“You see…when you look at me like that….”
“And when you look at me, Lieutenant...”
“What?” he asked.
“I love your eyes,” you told him. “There’s something in them that makes me feel safe.”
“What are you sayin’, love?”
“I’m saying I’m pretty much in love with you, too. Tea’s getting cold, Lieutenant.”
“Fuck the tea. What did you say?”
“I’m in love with you, Lieutenant. I know it’s wrong, and I know you’ll go on about how wrong it is, but—”
“The rules don’t matter. I’d break every single one if it meant you’d be mine,” he said.
“If I weren’t sick right now, I’d kiss you.”
He looked down at your lips. “Save it for me, hm?”
“I don’t think you understand just how…hot that is.”
“Hot?”
“Yeah, like…sexy,” you said shyly. “Your voice, eyes….” You were leaning in closer to him without even realizing it.
“Anything else?” he asked, ending up in his own daze.
“Um…you…you…Simon…”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to kiss you, but….”
“You’re sick, I know. I can wait,” he said.
“You can, but I don’t know if I can.”
He chuckled. “You’re impatient.”
You laughed. “You’re always saying that about me.”
He leaned in even closer. “Drink your tea, love.”
“Wow, Lieutenant, you’re a tease, I see.” You took a sip of tea.
“Pardon?”
“A tease, sir. You’re a tease,” you repeated.
“I haven’t done anything…yet,” he said quietly.
You pointed at him. “See? Tease!”
“I ain’t trying to be.”
“You don’t have to try, Lieutenant.” You both sat in silence for a while.
“I want you to call me Simon,” he told you. “I don’t want to be sir or lieutenant around you. I want to be me. I want to be Simon. Just Simon.”
“Okay, Simon.”
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“You told her! Yes!” Soap shouted.
“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny…” Ghost murmured. “Any louder, the whole base will hear you.”
“Sorry, just happy for you, mate. It’s about time, Lt.”
“Yeah, but…not much has happened yet. We’ve, uh, we’ve drank some tea together,” he told Soap.
“That’s it?” Soap asked.
“She was sick, Johnny. Besides, I’m a patient man,” he said. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“She’s better now, so…I’m thinkin’ about taking her for a proper date, but….” His words trailed off.
“But?”
“I don’t know what…I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out on a date.” He was trying his hardest to avoid what he really wanted to say.
“Are you askin’ for my help, Lt.?”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Lt., she’s already head over heels for you. There ain’t much more you have to do. I mean…you do know how to kiss, right?” Soap asked, and Ghost threw him a glare.
“Of course, I know how to kiss….”
“If you need practice….” Soap puckered his lips, and Ghost was about to slap him over the head when you walked in.
“Am I interrupting?” you asked, smiling brightly.
“Yeah, I was about to kick Johnny’s ass,” Ghost said.
“Oh, okay, well, I’ll ask this quickly then. Simon, would you like to see a movie with me?” you asked.
Both men froze. You couldn’t see the look on Simon’s face, but Soap was beaming. He looked at Simon and then nudged him.
“What he means to say is yes, lass.”
“Simon?” You wanted to hear it from him.
“A movie? Yeah. Sure.”
“Okay, great!” you said excitedly. “See you later.”
“Later…tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah. Is that okay?” You looked at him.
“Yeah. Are we going off base or what?”
“Yup, if it’s okay, sir.”
“It’s fine. Time?”
You looked at your watch. “1900 hours?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said. You nodded and walked out.
“Guess it’s time for a crash course,” Soap said.
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He walked downstairs, and there you were, waiting for him. You turned to him and smiled.
“Punctual,” you said.
“Always, love.”
You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. “Thanks for this.”
“What? Did you think I was going to say no?” he asked.
You shrugged. “You could have.”
“Listen, I’ve been through some of the hardest situations, but saying no to you would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to do.”
You looked up at him. “Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?”
“Save it for the end of the date, hm?” He tapped your chin gently, and you nearly sighed aloud.
“I’ll try,” you said.
“Are you going to ambush me with kisses or something?” he asked.
“Don’t put it past me, Simon.”
As you got into the car, you could only think about kissing him.
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The date went off without a hitch. Simon was a gentleman—you weren’t expecting anything less—and you behaved yourself.
The tension in the car was palpable as he drove back to the base. The tension in the elevator seemed to grow even stronger. You watched the numbers change—2, 3, 4—Simon is on the fourth floor.
The elevator dinged, and the door opened. He walked toward the opened doors, and you thought he was going to step off the elevator without saying a word, but suddenly you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and then he was pulling you along with him.
He moved so quickly for such a big man. You looked up at him as he guided you through the hallways, turning here and there before finally stopping in front of a door.
You were both slightly out of breath as he unlocked and opened the door. The lights were off, but Simon walked through the place as if he knew it by heart.
Of course, he did, you thought.
His room smelled clean as if you’d expect anything less from him. There was also a hint of his scent in the air. It was a scent that you could never quite place. Tea, for sure, but something else was there that was purely him. The man had his own musk.
“Come to me,” he said, voice cutting through the darkness. You went in the direction of his voice. “I’m here, love.” Wait, now it sounded as if it was coming from somewhere else.
“Are you moving?” you asked.
“You tell me,” he said, and you closed your eyes. “Over here…”
You whipped your head around. “Simon…”
“Yes?”
You kept your footsteps light and your ears open like he always told you. You listened for any change in the air. Humans radiated heat. Simon especially.
“Simon,” you whispered.
“Yes, love.” He was directly in front of you. You reached into the darkness and felt his broad chest in front of you.
“Good job, soldier,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Give me your hands.” Your eyes were adjusting now, and you could just see his hands. You placed yours in his.
He held them gently and moved them up until you felt the fabric of his balaclava.
“Go on,” he said. He dropped his hands and allowed you the honor of moving his balaclava. You felt your way, making sure not to lift it any higher than his nose. Even in the dark, he deserved to keep his secrets.
You felt around. He had a strong nose and lovely cheekbones. You felt a long, somewhat smooth line going from his cheek and over his lip, and you gasped.
“It’s all right,” he said, “Don’t hurt anymore.”
You could feel his warm puffs of breath on your hand, and you were tempted. You slowly moved your fingers to his jaw, which was covered in a sprinkling of newly growing hair.
Then you were touching his lips. They were soft and full. You felt them move and noticed that he had kissed your fingers.
“May I kiss you, Simon?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. He met you halfway, and when your lips met, it felt as though the room lit up, but it was still dark. He stumbled back a bit, overcome by the feeling of your lips. Once he had his footing again, he deepened the kiss and walked you backward carefully.
Not once did you bump into anything or stumble until the backs of your knees hit a sofa. He guided you down carefully, putting a protective hand behind your head so that you wouldn’t land too hard.
“Kiss me again, Simon,” you breathed.
“Say it again,” he said lowly. He was right there—his nose touching yours.
“Kiss me again…Simon,” you whispered, and he did with a slight moan. He loved hearing you say his name.
The kiss became a little needier with tongue and teeth and a need to be closer. He pressed his body against yours, and you melded to him, wrapping yourself around him so that he wouldn’t move away.
He began kissing you teasingly—a peck here, a peck there—he wanted you to chase his lips. You whined, and you swear he chuckled.
“Don’t do that,” he said quietly before lowering his head, so his lips were against your neck. “Save those whines for another night.”
Those words were full of promise and a hint of lust that shot right between your legs. It was almost as if he knew because he swirled his hips against you. He was slotted perfectly between your legs, so you felt the friction in the perfect place when he moved his hips.
“You’re such a good kisser,” you moaned before he and his tongue swallowed up your words.
“I could kiss you for the rest of my life,” he admitted. “Give me your tongue.”
You stuck your tongue out, and he swirled his around yours before sucking it.
“Mm!”
He pulled off slowly. “Like that?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer—his lips were on yours in a flash.
You pulled away and kissed along his jaw. When you worked your way down to his neck, he shuddered. You continued along his neck, and he turned to give you access. You latched on just below his ear, and he pushed his hips between your legs hard.
“Like that?” you teased.
He was practically rutting against you now. “Hush,” he said before kissing you again.
You slid your hands down his body, and he pulled away from the kiss to stop you.
“Not tonight,” he breathed. He moved your hand to his face. “I just want to kiss you tonight.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He kissed both of your cheeks before moving to your lips. “I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone…like this,” he said.
“Me neither.”
“Is it okay?” he asked.
“Is what okay?”
“That I just want to kiss you,” he said, his lips brushing against yours.
“It’s more than okay,” you told him, giving him a quick kiss.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck.
“So are you, Simon. Thanks for going out with me tonight.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, love. It was my pleasure.” You could tell he was needy for more kisses because he kept giving you little kisses here and there.
You initiated the kiss this time, claiming his lips as your own.
Tonight was the night you realized that you never wanted to kiss anyone who wasn’t him.
Tonight was the night he realized that after all that time not kissing anyone—he was waiting for you, for the right one to kiss.
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littlemoon-beam · 2 months
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Aether cock warming Dew :)
I need you to know that this invaded my brain and just made itself right at home. I was fully writing something else but I can't resist the call of these two.
Hope it's ok 🖤
Cw: desperate Dew, somewhat mean Aether, implied humiliation kink
Dew fingers twitch against Aether's hips, breath ghosting over his shoulder as he tries to focus on whatever movie is playing across the screen. He thinks there are aliens? Werewolves? Killer tomatoes?
Honestly it could be anything and he wouldn't care, couldn't pay attention if you paid him. All he can focus on is Aether, the tight squeeze of him around his cock, the smell of his skin, the way he can feel him laugh everywhere.
The back of his neck is sticky, sweat dripping with the effort it takes to stay still. He wouldn't say he has a hair trigger-certainly not out loud- but Aether knows better, always does.
Dew had wandered in, painfully hard after a particularly good dream he'd had while napping. Aether had taken one look at him a laughed, just enough cruelty to make dews spine tense and his cock drip.
He crawled up the bed, slotting up behind Aether, digging his fingers into his plush hips, biting along his shoulder, grinding his hips against his ass.
"Please..."
Aether hardly paid him any mind. "Please what? You see I'm watching something."
"Need it...gotta-gotta be in you."
"You have a hand, Dewdrop." He glanced back, watched the way his eyes fluttered to be sure the words were landing right. "I'm sure someone else can help you."
"No...don't want them." He buried his face in the back of Aether's neck, full body shuddering when he breathed in the scent of his mate. "Need you Aeth."
Aether had paused his movie and turned to face Dew. "Need me huh?"
He just nodded, cheeks warm and eyes hazy, dark like smoldering little embers.
"I'll hold you, that's it." He grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to focus. "You're lucky I'm even giving you that considering you just barged in an interrupted me."
His breath had hitched, cock twitching at the promise of being inside Aether. He had started shoving his pants down, shaking and uncorrdinated.
"What do you say, Dewdrop?"
The tone left no room for argument. "Thank you, Sir."
That's how he'd found himself here, buried as deep as he could get, hips flush against Aethers ass, fingers switching from grabbing his hip to digging into his thigh, gritting his teeth everytime Aether twitches or shifts, knowing exactly what he's doing.
They're only halfway through the movie and Dew thinks this just might kill him. He breathes out slowly through his nose and subtly presses forward, whimpering at the impossibly tight grip around him, the wet slide...
"Dewdrop." It's a warning, the second so far and he knows Aether will only allow one more before he decides his boy needs to be reminded of his place.
"S-sorry sorry I didn't mean to..."
"Last warning."
"I know. I'll be good..."
Aether shakes his head and focuses on the movie again. Dew's chest hurts, heart pounding and ribs struggling under the deep slow breaths he tries to suck down. He can be good.
For Aether he can be good.
Time seems to drag, seconds ticking by in quicksand, minutes bleeding into eternity and Dew's held in some kind of limbo, purgatory.
He rests his forehead against Aethers shoulder, eyes squeezed tight when the Quint shifts again. He draws his own blood, biting into his lip, begging his own desperation to settle, to please just wait, just please be good...
"Let me see your hand." He speaks after what feels like eons.
He gives it without question, without a thought beyond Aether said. He raises his head only when Aether spits into his palm and guides his hand down, long fingers curling around him, feeling him start to fill.
"Slow. Only a few more minutes. Be good and I'll take care of you."
It's better in a way but so much worse in others. He's glad to have something to focus on beyond his own body, happy to focus on the way Aether slides in his fist, the way his fingers tease along the soft head to collect his pre, the way his breathing changes just enough to tell Dew he's doing a good job.
But he squeezes around him, rolls his hips back and Dew sinks further in and he wants to cry from how hard it is to stay still.
"That's good, Dew. Just like that." He breathes, pressing back and groaning. "Good boy."
He can vaguely see the credits rolling on the screen but he doesn't dare comment. Aether will tell him when it's time, will decide if he's been good enough to earn his reward.
"Keep going." He laughs at the shaky breath against his shoulder when Dew moves his hand just a little faster and Aether rocks back. "Gonna pop it as soon as I let you move aren't you? Poor little thing."
He considers arguing but there's no point, it's true, he won't last more that a roll or two of his hips. Humiliation drips down his spine like spindly fingers, turning shame into want and he feels his eyes burn.
"Aeth..." His voice is wet, shaky, painfully pathetic. Just the way Aether likes him.
His cock kicks in Dew's hand, that broken voice exactly what he wanted.
"Go ahead."
Dew sobs when the permission to move strikes like a backhand. It's frantic, sloppy and needy. His bony little hips dig into Aether's skin as he fucks in hard and fast, crying Aether's name when he swells, pushing as far as he can, needing Aether to catch around him.
He presses open mouthed kisses to his neck, eyes wet from relief. But the warmth is snatched away when Aether tsks, murmuring under his breath about greedy boys.
"Did I tell you to stop moving your hand? You might be done, but I'm just getting started."
His magic flashes across his eyes and Dew whines with the realization that the relief he'd just felt is likely to be the last he'll get for hours.
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sophswritingthings · 4 months
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Coild you possibly write something about Mizu meeting a fem reader that has albinism?
pairing: mizu x albino!fem!reader
warning(s): swearing, blood
a/n: this is adorable <3 I feel like mizu would be very… interested in the concept, since people with albinism typically have blue/grey eyes as well! she’d be confused but intrigued, I feel. reader believes mizu is male!
summary: mizu is walking through the snowy forest when she meets a woman, hair and skin white as snow. and blue eyes strikingly like hers; and for a plus… she’s injured. 
word count: 773 words / 4,050 characters 
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mizu’s footsteps were the only thing she could hear. the crunching of the snow beneath her heavy boots, and the whipping wind that hit her face every so often.
that was until a rustle came from the bushes. 
out of instinct, she pulled her sword out of its scabbard. she raised her head slightly from the snow beneath her feet to meet the eyes of the one who dared bother her.
she pointed the sword at this persons throat. thought it was almost as if she didn’t see anyone at all; this woman blending into the falling snow.
her hair was white as the crunching snow, and her eyes a pale grey-ish blue. they almost looked like her own, if she squinted.
the red blood of her injured stuck out like a sore thumb on her.
“p-please, sir,” you stammer, your hands coming together in that of a plea. “y-you are that of a samurai.. I-if I am not mistaken. I humbly request your help.. I-I can pay!”
mizu watches you with interest, her blue eyes hidden beneath her glasses attached to your every move. her eyes narrow.
“Is there a reason I should help you?” mizu hisses, “what, besides money, do I get out of it?”
you tremble at her harsh tone.
“I-I am not sure,” you struggle to speak. “y-you do not have my blood on your hands.”
mizu rolls her eyes, before they land back on you. 
“I have the blood of many men and women alike on my hands, miss, you seem to think I would care if you died.” she grumbles, looking you up and down.
she would admit, you were quite the beautiful woman. and you were here, practically kneeling at her feet, asking for her assistance. and if you were to pay; that may very well help her journey, as well.
“but I concede,” she sighs, tucking her sword back in its holder. “follow me. I will patch you up and get you to safety.”
she gestured for you to follow you over her shoulder. you nod, following her slowly but surely. It sort of pissed her off at how slow you were; but you were injured, so she kept that bit in.
“s-sir, if I may ask,” you prompt. “where.. are you headed?”
“to tanabe island.” she replies rather coldly, “to find the man I am destined to kill.”
her words hit you like a truck; if she was so determined to kill this man, what would have her hesitating to hurt you?
you nod, keeping yourself quiet at the realization. you stop at a small shop, settling just on the inside. 
she sits you down with some amount of force, raising her hand to tell you to stay. you do as told, holding the wound on your arm to keep the blood from spilling further.
she returns with a poultice and bandages.
she doesn’t even take to warn you of the stinging pain you were about to experience. when she applied the poultice to your wound, you flinched and sputtered.
“stay still damn it,” mizu hissed under her breath, grabbing your other arm to keep you still. 
her grip was tight, yet not painful. she wasn’t looking to patch up any other injuries.
“y-you could have at least warned me!” you grumbled.
“well, it’s over now,” she rolls her eyes, bandaging your wound tight. 
after she had done so, you forked over an iron coin. she accepted it with a bow of her head.
“who is chasing you?” she asked rather bluntly.
“these.. these men. they.. I am a monster. a demon, to them.” you gesture to your white hair and eyes, “they want me dead, simple as that.”
your words seemed to have struck a chord with her. you wondered why that was; a samurai with adequate strength was standing in front of you.
“and you never learned to protect yourself?” she questions, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I am a woman, sir, they would never allow it,” you reply quietly.
she scoffs at that.
“allow it or not, you should know.”
It was obvious to you that you weren’t getting this samurai’s full story. a story you so desperately wanted to know now.
“is that your offer to teach me, sir?” you raise an eyebrow, cocking you head in a question.
she rolls her eyes, “if you are so desperate to learn.”
that makes you laugh, smiling a bit, “you are the one I suggested I do so,” you nod, though. “If you are willing to teach me, sir, that I am willing to learn.”
she nods, “than let’s get to work.”
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a/n: I’ll give this a part two, definitely!!! I love the concept!!
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