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thefailedabortioon · 4 months

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|| Carlos de Vil & a crush • X F!Reader

warnings: n/a

authors note: it isnt mentioned who your parent is its up to you for that! mb if its messy i havent written an x reader in like an eon LMAO.

summary: carlos de vil tries to deal with a crush and has his first interaction since first seeing her. (alternate title: jay is an amazing wingman.)

word count: roughly 900 words

A red ball bounced off the wall of Carlos’ and Jay’s shared dorm. Dude chased after it, tongue sticking out as he panted. When Carlos received the ball back, it’d been completely soaked in dog slobber, earning a disgusted groan from him.

“Ugh, Dude.”

“What? I don’t have hands for paws!” The Brussels Griffon retorted.

Carlos rolled his eyes and turned over to Jay, who’d recently set up a little punching bag for training. It’s all he ever came to the room to do besides sleeping.

“What am I gonna do, man? Do you think she even likes me?” Carlos had recently taken a sudden interest in a girl that’d passed by him in the Great Hall… flowing dark hair, elegant clothes (she actually managed to make the uniform look good), and her face. God, her face. Carlos could stare at her for days. She’s seriously all he’d been thinking about.

“Chillax, she probably doesn’t even know your name.” Jay realized what he’d said and stopped hitting the punching bag for a second to look at his woeful friend, “Or… she does! And she’s curious about you too!” He tried to keep his spirits high and uplifting, surprising behavior for the guy if Carlos was being honest.

“I’m doomed.”

“Just talk to her, you coward!” Dude yipped, beady black eyes piercing into Carlos’ own. “You need to get to know her name first before you start thinking way ahead, you know?!”

Jay cut in, “Wait, you don’t even know her name?!” He cackled, running his both hands through his hair in amusement.

“Shut up! Oh my, God!” Carlos threw a pillow towards Jay, hiding his face behind his hands.

“It’s pathetic. Really!” Dude barked out, making biscuits on the pillow Carlos threw at Jay.

Carlos turned to his side, facing the wall. He hugged himself tightly, crossing his arms over his chest for comfort. He brought his knees down, letting his legs hang from the foot of the bed.

It didn’t take a while for Jay to finally take pity on him. He sat beside Carlos on his bed, muscular arms resting behind his back. “Sounds to me you really… like her.” If it wasn’t any more obvious. Jay snickered to himself. “What if I lend you a hand?”

At that, Carlos immediately shot up. “What?! What’re you going to do?! Talk to her?!”

“No, you idiot! You’re talking to her.” Jay said with a smug smile. Carlos wasn’t too fond of the idea, what if he messed up? What if the wrong words slipped out? Everything and anything could go wrong!

“No. No! I can’t! She’ll hate me!”

“Carlos.” Jay pulled Carlos to face him, hands gripping his shoulders, his eyes dug deep into Carlos’ own, staring back intensely at two circles of brown. “Man. The hell. Up.”

The other let out an exasperated groan, pulling away from Jay’s grip to let himself fall back flat on the bed.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, right? Jay had already given Carlos a set of questions he can start off with, scribbled messily on the palm of his hand. So the conversation can go smoothly from there.

He turned to look at Jay who hid in a potted plant not too far behind, an earpiece tucked under his long hair. Carlos also wore an earpiece, a lot more visible than Jay’s but it shouldn’t matter.

Jay gave Carlos an assuring thumbs up signal as he ducked down in the leaves.

Carlos took a deep breath, raising a fist to knock against a dorm room, when suddenly it swung open violently, revealing you. The De Vil boy had nothing to say, words getting stuck in his throat.

You both continued to stare at each other before you finally broke the awkward silence. “Uh, can I… help you?” You asked tentatively, fixing your hair at the sight of a visitor.

“Ah- Y-Yes! Uhh…” Carlos swallowed a large lump in his throat, eyes darting back and forth towards a large potted plant and the girl that stood before him. Her. “I’ve… I’m sure I’ve seen you around before, I never c-caught your name though.” He finally spoke, peaking not-so-discretely at his palm.

You gave him your name uncertainly, “And you are…”

“C—“

You cut him off abruptly with a snap of your fingers, “Carlos De Vil! Yeah, I’ve heard of you.”

Carlos winced, “What have you heard about me exactly?”

“Oh, uh…” You hesitated in answering, fidgeting with your fingers, “Not much. You play Tourney right? You’re on the team?” Carlos lit up at the mention of the sport.

“Yeah, yeah! I play! Do- Do you?”

“Um, they don’t allow girls on the team.” You smiled sheepishly and god, did Carlos almost faint on the spot.

“Right…”

“Is that it?”

Carlos paused, dusting his clothes off and straightening up. “Yeah- That’s- That’s all.”

You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, as if waiting for Carlos to say more, but you shrugged and closed the door behind you, excusing yourself. “It was nice talking to you. Bye.”

You shot him a grin, and you could swear his cheeks started turning pink. A giggle only left your lips as you walked past the boy and a mysterious potted plant that suspiciously had a familiar beanie thrown over it. But you paid no mind and strolled away. Cute.

requests are open!!

#carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil #descendants x reader #descendants 1 #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #carlos descendants #jay descendants #jay descendants x reader #mal x reader #evie x reader #probably gonna write a second part to this if this gains enough attention #no shitting you i finished this in a whim at like 12am

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latenightdaydreams · 2 months

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Could we get Werewolf! Konig who is just really needy and desperately pawing and clawing at ftm!reader begging for reader to take his knot just once :(( because that's "all he needs to tide himself over" (which it isnt, he's lying)

ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING 🫶🫶

THANK YOU💖💖

Werewolf!König x FTM!Reader

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: ftm/trans man, oral, penetration

1.1k word count

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It’s late at night as you lay on your bed scrolling on your cell phone, shirtless in black basketball shorts as you rake your fingers through your hair. The door pushes open, drawing your attention up as König casually walks into your room. He sits on your desk chair, turning it to face you as. His pale blue eyes looking at the way the moonlight highlights your resting body. Your scent is driving him absolutely crazy.

“Hey König.” You put your phone down on your chest.

“Hallo.” König’s eyes meet yours.

“What’s up?”

“Can we talk?”

König stands and walks over to you on the bed, sitting close beside you. His tail wagging softly behind him. Lacking any type of restraint, he reaches out with a clawed hand, reaching out to caress the side of your bare arm.

“Yeah.” You smirk, noticing that he has been acting more clingy than usual.

“I need you, Liebling.” His gaze shifts, drifting down your body. “Your scent is driving me insane, please.”

“König, I don’t know…”

“Bitte, I just need to release this…tension.”

His clawed hand moves to caress down your chest, his fingers tracing your top surgery scars affectionately. Your body shivers in response to his gentle touch, goosebumps covering your flesh. He guides his hands down to your abdomen, caressing your happy trail, eager to follow it.

“I promise I’ll be gentle with you.” König hooks the waistband of your shorts and pulls downward slightly, teasing himself further.

A low chuckle leaves your throat as König begs for access to your body. The thought of being with König isn’t something you’re against. You’re just worried about ruining the friendship by adding sex to the mix of things. You place your hand on his as you look back into his eyes.

“Just one?”

“Uh- yeah. Just once is all I need.”

The sound of König’s tail thumping on the bed from excitement, as it seems like you’re about to agree. His large hand travels back up your torso, enjoying your sensitive skin. He leans in and presses his wet cold nose against your neck, taking in a deep breath.

“Okay.” Your voice is raspy with lust.

“Ja? Liebling, you won’t regret this.”

König wastes no time once given your consent. He sits up, quickly pulling your shorts down, leaving you in your boxer briefs. His nose pressing between your legs, taking in a deep breath of the delicious scent emanating from between your legs. A low growl leaves his lips as you feel his claws drag across your tensed abdomen. Slowly, he pulls down your boxer briefs, eyes locking in on the soft bush of hair that covers your mound.

“Du bist so hübsch, meine Liebe.” König whispers as he fully undresses you.

With his large hands, he lifts your legs over his shoulders. He licks the tip of your growth, looking up into your eyes to see your reaction. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbow, one hand caressing König’s ear, encouraging him.

He opens his mouth and takes you in, bobbing his head on your cock. The deep moans fleeing your lips only encourage König. His hands move down to his pants to get his own cock out, gripping it and stroking himself slowly as he enjoys your taste. He swirls his tongue around your tip before pulling his head back.

König stands up and pulls down his pants, your eyes falling on how massive his cock is. He looks at your expression and smirks. His body sinks down in the bed as he pulls you to him slightly, laying you on your back. With each hand grabbing your legs, he lifts them over his shoulders and lifts you up slightly by your hips. Primal lust consumes him as he feels his cock line up with you.

“Are you ready for me, Liebling?” He gently presses his tip into you.

You nod, before words are said a loud moan leaves your lips. König shoves himself into you, a little too excited to be able to touch you like this. A low growl rumbles in his chest, feeling how tight you are wrapping around his cock. His hands squeeze your hips, claws slightly digging into your flesh. With slow steady thrust, he begins to move inside of you. Your hands grab the pillow underneath your head, feeling König’s fat cock stretch you.

“Y/n, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight.”

König studies the look on your face, your eyebrows pinched together from the mixture of pleasure and pain. His hips slowly pull back and slam into you, his heavy balls slapping against you. One of your hands reaches out to caress his face, your gaze locking with his.

“König…” You moan out in a deep huff.

“You’re taking me…so fucking well.”

Your moans of pleasure only encourage König, his hips rolling harsher into you. There is a desperate primal urge to get his scent over every inch of you so others know that you’re his. His nose moves to your neck, breathing you in deeply. The only thought on his mind is to bite down deep on your sensitive flesh, mark you permanently.

The rapid motion of his cock thrusting into you causes a wave of euphoric heat to crash over your body. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly as your hands move to his arms, holding on to him as he begins to attempt to bury his full length into you. Slowly, he opens his mouth and begins to sink his sharp canines into your neck and break the skin.

His hands grab your hips tightly as he pushes forward with slow calculated thrust. Your eyes shoot open as you feel the pressure of his knot attempting to enter you as you’re already full. A pathetic sounding whimper leaves your lips, you can feel yourself getting stretched past what was comfortable.

König bites down with even more pressure as his knot slips in finally. An animalistic groan comes up from his throat, muffled into the skin on your neck. His cock begins to throb, filling you completely with his cum. He slowly pulls his head back, licking the mark he gave you as he rests his body on top of yours.

“You’re perfect, y/n.”

A smile crosses your lips hearing his complement. His hot body rests on yours as he kisses up your neck, leading to your mouth. The kiss is surprisingly tender and passionate. He’s never been so attracted to a man before like he is with you and now, you’re here, accepting his knot.

An hour passes before he can finally withdraw from you. His arms wrapped around your frame as he slowly slips out. You begin to sit up when his large hand rests on your chest, gently pushing you back down.

“Mein Prinz, what is the rush?” His hand travels down, gently rubbing your cock.

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heartpascal · 2 years

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FATHER FIGURE JOEL, I’M LOVING IT. Can you make some comfort from father figure joel, pleaseeee???

so far from it

▹— joel miller x platonic!reader

▹— summary: you get into some trouble, luckily, you know who to call for help.

▹— a/n: aghhh i don’t like it!! but gotta give yall something while you wait for the part two’s! ALSO IM SORRY THIS ISNT AS MUCH COMFORT AS I MEANT FOR IT TO BE

▹— warnings: father figure joel, violence, blood, swearing, reader gets attacked, needles, stitches, a smidge of comfort at the end

masterlist

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Ever since you had joined Tess and Joel’s operation, things had been going pretty smoothly. Though they had argued on multiple occasions over your age, having various disagreements over your capability in this job, you had proven yourself time and time again.

It didn’t faze you. Nothing did, really. You could shoot an Infected point blank in the head without batting an eye, could dig through dirt and muck to find supplies you needed, could travel for hours upon end and Joel and Tess wouldn’t hear a peep coming from you.

That was life in the apocalypse, you supposed, the complete lack of any remorse for what could’ve been had you just been born a few decades earlier. This was your life.

Sometimes, it was a life you didn’t particularly want, but you continued, especially after working with the adult duo for so long, it had become increasingly clear that they needed you. You could get into places they couldn’t, your small size allowing those tight squeezes, and the strength in your arms helped towards moving things away from blocked entrances.

In return for your services, Tess had formed an agreement with Joel, that you could stay at their apartment with them, sprawled over their couch, and they’d provide you the ration cards you needed to survive. A roof over your head and food was more than generous, and you had known even back then that you’d be an idiot not to take it.

Especially when considering the power that Tess wielded in the QZ, with a network of informants spreading all throughout it, and with Joel, you knew nobody would dare look to steal from you. Everybody who was anybody in the QZ knew what the two of them were capable of, and considering your affiliation with them, you were sure nobody would even attempt to come for you.

You had prided yourself on being smart for a very long time, smart enough to survive in this world, smart enough to escape FEDRA school despite having no parents, smart enough to team up with adults who held some sort of power. You had never considered that that pride would be a bad thing.

But today, whilst out with Joel and Tess, you had decided to head a little further away from them than you would usually go, determined to use your ration cards for something you wanted. It was stupid, really. You wanted a dumb book, and thought your smarts were enough to trade the dealer for it, thought you were smart enough to avoid any tricks or cheats.

You knew there was something very wrong when two men stood behind you, one leering over your shoulder as you looked down at the object of your desires, and you repressed the urge to turn your head towards him.

Instead, you kept your eyes to the table, and shoved your hands in your pockets, one going to grip on to your ration cards, the other holding the handle of the knife Tess had given you.

It was when the seller nodded at the two of them that you knew you were fucked.

Trying to pull the knife out backfired, and the blade ripped your coat as the man on your right grabbed your arm, twisting until you felt your grip involuntarily weaken, and then the seller snatched it from your hand. The man on your left grasped your other arm, squeezing so tight you felt the bruises forming beneath his hand already.

It didn’t take a genius to realise you were in some deep shit, especially after being disarmed so quickly, and so you did the first thing that came to your mind.

“Joel! Joel, help—” Your yells were cut off by the left man slapping his hand over your mouth, and you bit his fingers, spitting as he hissed and pulled his hand away. You struggled, opening your mouth once more, but you were stopped before you could even begin again, as the right man grabbed your head, slamming it into the rickety table below.

Your vision swam, and you could only just register being pulled away from the street, down an alley nearby. Your ears were ringing, like they did when you fired your gun, and you weakly tried to reach up and hold your head, stopped by the hands grasping onto your arms even now.

The duo dropped you to the floor, and you just about managed to put your arms out to stop a second blow to the head, that would most likely have ended in a concussion.

Hands digging into your pockets were the next thing you became aware of, and your attempts of pushing them away went pretty much unnoticed.

“Fuck you, man.” You spat out, your voice garbled as you realised your mouth was filled with blood, and you could feel it oozing out of your lip and cheek. The metallic taste was disgusting, and it made you feel sick.

The two men pulled you to sit up against the brick wall, and you spat at the one you recognised to be righty, a glob of bloody spit landing on his knee as he crouched beside you.

“This fucking bitch,” He began, but was cut off by lefty, who shook the man’s shoulder with a sense of urgency as he looked towards the end of the alley.

You drew your gaze in that direction with some effort, and felt a grin light up your face. “Oh, you’re so fucked.” You laughed, blood still dripping from your mouth, and even the dizziness that overcame you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as the two men realised they’d dragged you into a dead end, and their only way out was blocked.

The fighting was a blur, if you were honest, the adrenaline leaving you as your body recognised that you were safe, Joel was here. It was only when his face was looming in front of you that your awareness came back, blood still pooling under your tongue.

“Shit, c’mon, kid. Let’s get you home.” Joel murmured, hands placed on your cheeks as he looked at your head injury, a wince on his own expression. Your head lolled, about to fall towards your chest if Joel hadn’t been holding it up, the weight feeling impossible all of a sudden.

You tried to help them stand you up, Tess having arrived at some point during the commotion, but you were likely more of a hindrance than a help. With an arm over either of their shoulders, you stumbled your way out of the alley, the FEDRA guard across the way turning his head to look away from the three of you.

You couldn’t remember much of the journey back to the apartment, which was probably good for your pride, as you could imagine it wasn’t easy. You probably looked like an idiot, unable to keep your own head up half the time, but Joel and Tess got you back safely, which you had never doubted.

“Concussion?” Joel asked Tess, after the two of them had settled you down on the couch, your neck resting against the arm of it, holding the weight of your head up for you.

“Let’s hope not,” Tess replied, handing Joel the bottle of alcohol and the rag that was left on the counter for times just like these. “I’m going back out, gonna go find those pricks and see what the fuck they were doing.” She announced, shouldering her backpack once again and frowning at you, before she turned and made her way out.

You could almost see the anger rolling off of Joel, the one emotion he never bothered to shy away from, and even as he tried to be careful, you still cringed and pulled away from the rag he was attempting to disinfect your injuries with.

“Sorry, kid, it’s gotta be done.” He grumbled, sounding the slightest bit sorry, and pressed the rag against your forehead, wiping away the blood that was still weeping from there.

You sighed, the taste of your own blood still lingering in your throat, but the wounds in your mouth had stopped flowing now. You couldn’t recall spitting out the rest of the blood, but you figured it must’ve happened on the journey back.

“Got me pretty good, huh?” You asked, your words slurring even though you were thinking of them with no problem, and you blinked your eyes shut in annoyance.

“Could’ve been worse.” Joel muttered, his hands moving your face to check it over for any further injuries. You could feel your eye and eyebrow swelling up now, and frowned at the sensation.

You should have never gone to buy that stupid book. It wasn’t smart, and you were always smart, so you couldn’t quite understand what had happened. That was childish, you realised, the feeling dawning on you suddenly, the shame, the embarrassment.

That was one thing you had always made sure to deny yourself of, those childish feelings, the spontaneous decisions that came with naivety, those were things that you couldn’t risk in the apocalypse. You couldn’t afford to — clearly, you had gotten too comfortable here, the impending doom that came with living in a world like this had started to feel far away, with Tess and Joel at your side.

It was embarrassing, having shown such a weakness, and for a moment you were worried it was going to cost you everything, but Joel finally returned to your side, having been to put away the alcohol and rag he’d used to disinfect your injuries. He was quiet for a few moments, and then started pulling something out of his backpack, the crease between his eyebrows deep.

You looked over at him, your brows drawing together when you saw the book he’d pulled from his pack, the blade of your knife stuck between the pages like some kind of violent bookmark.

The two of them were far too observant, and you swallowed nervously, frown growing deeper as you looked away from the book you had wanted so badly. That part of you, the childish part, the one that got you into this mess in the first place, wanted to reach out and pull the book from his hands, but you pushed that desire away like you should’ve done to start with.

“What? This not what you were after?” Joel asked gruffly, something like confusion catching in his tone.

“It was stupid,” You said in response, feeling anger warm your chest the longer you thought about the whole thing. From here on out, you were never gonna give in to such childish wants. “I was stupid.”

Your admission seemed to surprise Joel, if the way his eyebrows raised told you anything. He remained in silence for a few moments more, before he put the book down on the table to the side, and turned back to you. “You weren’t stupid,” Joel denied, about to continue before you cut him off.

“I was!” You said loudly, the words the clearest of any you’d said since getting back to the apartment, and you blinked away tears, blaming the head injury for making you more emotional. “I didn’t think. I put myself in danger because— because of what? A damn book? How childish is that—”

“You are a child.” Joel said, stopping you before you could continue your rant, your words getting more intelligible as you went on. You stared at him, the tears filling your eyes once more, and he carried on at your expression, “That’s not a bad thing. You’re allowed to want things.”

“I want to stay with you.” You told him, voice shaking and watery, “I don’t wanna have to leave because I act like a kid.”

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere, kid.” He spoke firmly, and with a bit of a hesitation, he reached out, moving the hair on your head away from the cut that had started to bleed once again. “Swear it. We’re gonna sort those guys out, and nobody’s ever gonna come after you again.”

You nodded, feeling the slightest bit relieved at his words, though no less ashamed of yourself.

“Alright?” You nodded once again, “Good. I’m sorry for this, kid, but that’s gonna need stitches.”

Your face fell, and he sighed through his nose, understanding your pain. He held the suture kit in his hand, and you realised he must’ve gotten it when he put the alcohol away earlier on.

He grabbed your hand, squeezing slightly, and kept his grasp on you when he started stitching, letting you grip on to him tightly each time he pushed the needle through your skin. “I hate getting stitches.” You murmured, when he was finally done, letting him take his hand back to put the suture kit away.

“I know.” He acknowledged, and ruffled your hair as he stood up. “Sit up.”

You did as he told you, swinging your legs so you were sat only on one side of the couch, and you furrowed your brows as Joel got comfortable on the other side. You finally realised what he was doing when you watched him reach over to the rickety wooden table and grab the book he’d taken from the seller.

“C’mon, let’s see what this fuss is about.” Joel grumbled, pulling the knife out of the pages and handing it to you, making you smile lightly even despite the pounding of your head.

“Thanks, Joel.” You told him, eyes still watery.

“S’alright.” He responded, letting you settle at his side as he looked through the book that had caught your attention. “Puns, really?”

You laughed at his less than pleased reaction, setting your head against his arm as you looked at the jokes in the book, laughing to yourself over some of them.

He just shook his head, pushing down the smile that wanted to rise to his lips as he listened to you laughing.

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blarshwritezz · 5 months

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hi if u dont mind i would love a mafia x male spy reader (gn if you ur not comfy with that) so the mafia boss pretends to be the mission partner for the reader just for fun he almist kileed the reader on multiple occasions but the reader misunderstands and thinks that the mafia boss was just helping him albeit in a weird and rather violent way and although reader has a suspicion that his partner (the mafia boss) isnt who he says he is due to skme odd similarities between him and the target of his mission (that being the Mafia boss) and the fact that his partner could easily waltz in notorious criminals manors and party and one day everything just clicks for the reader and they try to escape but the mafia boss knew thus so he kidnapped em and the live happily ever after (idk how to end this so just do what you deem fit ty!!!)

(oh yeah its fine if ur not comfortable or just don't want to make my request im not paying you so you hqbe no obligations to do so remember to take care of yourself <333 /p)

(and if i could could i become 🦀 anon)

Yes! Welcome, 🦀 anon!

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader

M yan x gn reader (sorry, I prefer to do gn for non-nsfw asks)

TW - general yandere behavior, drugging, implied kidnapping

Your mission was simple, at least on paper. Simply gain intel on a notorious mafia boss. But if it was that easy, you wouldn't have been working at it for so long.

It didn't help that your partner for this mission was...unusual. Not a bad guy, really, just strange. Sometimes you almost thought he was trying to kill you. You'd often catch him staring at you. You even felt his gaze when you swore no one was around.

Not to mention, danger was ever prevalent around him. He always managed to save you, though. But his face did often look rather annoyed...you just assumed he was one of those people with a really bad rbf.

But it was also suspicious how he was able to so easily and casually waltz into the homes or parties of very high-profile people. People you'd never be able to get near without months of careful planning. Maybe he just had good connections?

But all these coincidences were getting a bit too...convenient. If you needed to get in somewhere, he got you in the front gate. If you needed something, he miraculously had it only a day or two after at the latest.

And worst of all, you still haven't managed to track down this damn mafia boss! It didn't help that nobody knew what he looked like.

"Maybe he's right under your nose." His deep voice startled you out of your thoughts. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close. Despite his cold exterior, he was pretty touchy and clingy. But...sort of sweet. You were glad to have met him, even if this mission was looking like a bust.

"But where? Where haven't we checked?"

"Well, our organization may be high security, but not impossible to infiltrate for a man like that." Was he implying that one of your own coworkers could be your target? Impossible!

But...now it all seemed to come together. Those coincidences...weren't just coincidences. He really has been right under your nose this whole time.

No wonder he could go wherever he wanted and get anything he desired. He had power and influence...more than you thought.

"I-Impossible! Our organization has the highest security possible! I'd know if someone like that could be...beside me..." It was a sad attempt to cover up your newest theory, but also to try and reassure yourself. If this was true, then you weren't as good of a spy as you thought...

You got up, or tried to at least. He kept his grip tight on you.

He knew.

"I can't just let you go now. You know my identity. So I'll just have to keep you as my newest little toy." In seconds his arm lowered to prevent you from moving your arms as he quickly used his other to cover your mouth and nose with a rag.

Chloroform.

"Just sleep...Be a good pet and I'll be sure to reward you very well..." Despite your struggling, sleep soon took you. No one ever heard from you again...no one but him, of course.

I'm sorry, this one feels so rushed and short, I was having a tough time getting inspired 😭

Forgive me, 🦀 anon, for I have failed

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secret-smut-sideblog · 7 months

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It Will Come Back

Astarion x F! Tav

(Girl Talk part 2)

18+ implied trauma, talks of death, drinking, possessiveness, feelings developing, vulnerability, blood drinking, sub/dom, gender play, grinding, strap on use, penetration (m!), prostate orgasm, tenderness

Their shared night has been tormenting him, after staking his claim he found himself needing to be near her. And after a night of drinking, seeing her with someone else, he had to have her again...

Part 1

He was mid wipe of his bloody mouth but was now frozen on the treeline, her voice shouting out into the night.

Though he knew the Underdark would have been much easier he was grateful that she had chosen the Mountain Pass. He already was able to find plentiful wildlife.

When Halsin had insisted that going underground was the better route he saw her body go rigid. Closing her eyes briefly. Taking a steadying breath out.

"I know the Underdark, its... lethal. We're taking the high ground." Her voice uncharacteristically stern. Tone clear, this was not a discussion.

Karlach had reached out to take her shoulder in a reassuring grip and pulled back at the last second, remembering her heat. A sadness in her eyes.

Now, in the darkness of camp she was bolted upright from her trance. "No!" Hand flying to her chest. Her shout breaking the air.

He stepped forward, uncertain.

But Karlach awoke, sitting up quickly. Coming to her side, kneeling next to her as close as possible without scorching.

"You're okay, love." She reassured. "Just a bad dream."

Tav looked up at her tearfully. Hand still pressed hard to her chest. Rubbing back and forth. "Oh Gods, they're starting again."

Shaking her head, looking deep in Karlach's eyes. As if the sight of her could erase whatever she woke from.

"I get those too, soldier. Some nightmares stick. Miserable things that they are." Reaching for her arm again, pulling away frustrated. "Gods I wish I could touch you."

Tav smiled, sitting up. Leaning towards her. "I want that too. We'll catch Dammon on the way, don't worry."

"You want to talk about your dream?" Karlach asked quietly.

"Not really, but it might help." She sighed.

He suddenly felt like he was intruding, staring down at them. Though he did want to console her he was hopeless at that kind of thing.

She froze for a second, turning her head.

"Ah, what did I tell you about trying to sneak up on me?" She smiled, catching him in her peripheral.

"Apologies, I was just coming back from hunting. I'll head back to my tent, but do carry on." He quipped. Chest tight.

"Actually, I dont mind you staying." She shrugged. "Believe it or not your company is very welcome."

He really considered it, but he had been avoiding her since that night and this was far too intimate.

"I appreciate that, but I'll have to decline. Do tell me if you need any hands on help though. Goodnight, sweet things."

His tent wasn't far and he was glad of it. Moving on light feet and closing the flap behind him. Sitting with his back against the entrance.

Their voices were faint but his keen ears were sharper. Their conversation picking back up after a moment.

"Gods I really thought they had gone away. But that fucking dream visitor..." The venom in her voice surprising him.

"It looked like her. My sister." Low now, he could barely pick it up. "Whatever that thing is it isnt afraid to play dirty."

"I didn't know you had a sister." Karlach's voice soft.

"A twin. We're identical." A tired sigh. "She's dead. Has been for, Gods, at least a decade. Even in my long life I dont know if it'll ever feel real."

"I'm so sorry, love." Karlach's voice low and mournful. Moving into a whisper.

He picked at the seam of his pants, suddenly feeling guilty. Given how self assured she was he hadn't even considered that she might have a troubled past. They all had their weight to bear, it seems.

Sitting still in the morning light he felt at peace. Or as close to peace as he could manage. The sun warming him through.

He soaked it in greedily, making up for 200 years of lost time. If he was a religious man he would pray to the morning god Lathandar, but the Gods weren't worth the praise.

"Morning, Star." She yawned, passing in front of his tent.

He squinted his eyes open, something he regretted immediately.

In the morning light her long red hair glowed, out of it's crown braid falling in cascades down her back. The grey ochre of her skin picking up hues of pink and a smattering of freckles he had never noticed before across her nose. Eyes dark and light in equal measure, the subtle ring of green in the white around her pupil contrasting sharply with her red hair.

She looked like an oil painting come to life.

Realizing he was staring he cast his eyes to the treeline.

Too late, she saw. Of course she did.

She smiled, coming to sit down next to him.

"Hungry?" She asked easily, holding up her wrist. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

He stared at it, the soft flesh, the vein blue underneath. Her long fingers curled back elegantly.

"Before you've had your breakfast? How ravenous do you take me for?"

"Oh my heart, I am such a wilted flower I couldnt possibly stand such trials! Oh watch me wither away before your very eyes!" She held the back of her hand to her forehead, leaning back dramatically.

He smiled, despite himself. "I thought you nobility types were of a softer constitution." Taking her wrist gingerly in his fingers.

"Maybe on the surface. In the Underdark its kill or be killed. If you haven't had an assassination against you by the time you learn to walk you're considered a failure." She laughed, but he wasnt sure if she was exaggerating.

"Well I am a little peckish..." He mused.

He wasn't. He had a full meal last night. But the draw of her blood, being offered so easily. Gods she would be the second death of him.

He brushed his lips against the curve of her wrist, breathing in her scent. Apple, cayenne, vanilla. Gods he could get drunk on it.

He sank in as gentle as he could. Her blood bursting into his mouth. Trying to keep some sense of decorum as their companions milled around them. Resisting the urge to grip down and growl.

Vaguely aware of Shadowheart's disapproving sigh. "In front of my oatmeal?"

"Oh please, I know you'd want this too if you were sanguine." Tav smiled, unfazed. Sending her a sultry look.

He glanced up momentarily, seeing Shadowheart's blush at her flirting. Shooting him a quick cut with her eyes. Turning abruptly back to her bowl.

He felt a proud thrill in his chest. That's right, he was the one buried in her wrist. Suck it Shadowheart.

Tav tapped his forearm twice. "Going a little numb here, handsome."

He pulled off with a quiet gasp. "Apologies, I must have been more hungry that I realized." Lies. Lies upon lies.

Handsome, he turned that word over in his head. He wanted her to call him pretty.

Blinked in shock at his thoughts.

Gods this is why he had been avoiding her. That night had been haunting him. He had tried to push the intense pleasure she had milked out of him into the past. The way she had touched him, soft but commanding.

Her words playing on repeat in his mind in the late hours of the night.

"Such a good girl for me."

"You okay, Star?" Her voice low, squeezing his knee lightly.

He realized he hadn't released her wrist, his fingers still circled around her.

"Sorry darling, I'm a little off this morning." He leaned down and licked her wound closed.

Noticed her hand hadn't left his knee, her thumb rubbing back and forth gently. The touch lighting him, little trails of fire.

"Anything I could do to help?" Her voice going soft again.

Yes.

"No, but thank you for offering, sweet thing."

He patted her thigh good naturedly. "Now go get your breakfast. You've earned it."

"Well as long as I've earned it." She winked at him, rising gracefully to her feet. "See you later, beautiful."

Gods he wanted to kiss her. Hard.

Later in camp the mood was jovial. The day, though grueling, walking, always walking. Had turned out promising, closing in on the temple where the Creche is supposed to be.

Someone had opened a bottle of wine and the air was full of laughter and conversation.

Halsin had gotten out his lute and was strumming happily. Wyll stood and offered her his hand in a flourish. She smiled and took it graciously.

He led her in a light waltz and she followed easily, feet twisting and stepping with a practiced grace.

Astarion watched this from a fallen log and tried to hide the seethe in his face.

Why were they always all over her? Gods it felt like he turned his back and another suitor had stepped into place.

Didnt they know she was his?

He shook his head. He had too much wine. He was being ridiculous. He needed air.

Trudging away towards the water, feeling eyes on his back but he didn't care.

Kneeling down he splashed the water on his face. Get ahold of yourself.

Sitting back on his haunches he sighed, looking up at the night sky.

Her eyes slid over his vision, becoming two new stars.

"Brooding all by yourself?"

He couldn't stand it anymore, pulling her head down by the nape of her neck. Her soft mouth meeting his upside down.

She whimpered in surprise, then relaxed into him. Kissing him back in that soft exploring way he had craved.

He twisted under her, turning to face her. Pulling her down into his lap, wrapping his hand around the back of her head with a growl.

She straddled over him, already pulling at his camp shirt, taking it in a fist full. Moaning softly into his mouth. Allowing his tongue to push hot into her.

"My tent?" She whispered as she pulled away to get a breath, his mouth following, trying to get more.

He nodded, practically sprinting to feet. Taking her hand.

They took the long way around, sneaking into the warm cave of her temporary home.

Gods the air swam with her here. It was overwhelming.

She closed the flap behind them securely. Barely enough time and he was pulling at her clothes. Releasing her shirt from her leggings.

"Gods, Star. What brought this on?" She gasped as he laved his tongue up her neck. Pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it far in the corner.

"I cant stop thinking about it." He moaned, undoing the ties on her trousers with one hand. Falling to knees and yanking them down.

Looking up at her through his lashes. "Please touch me like that again."

She smiled, kneeling down to him. Gloriously naked, she reached up to the pins in her hair and released it. Falling behind her shoulders in a carmine wave. So beautiful it made his chest hurt.

He caught sight of a straight scar over her heart, ran his fingers softly over it.

She leaned forward, fingers stroking his cheek softly. Sliding her mouth against his warmly. "I've been thinking about it too."

Pulling his shirt free, angling over his shoulders. "You were so beautiful that night."

He moaned into her mouth as she came back to him. Already painfully aroused.

She pushed him back gently, trailing hot kisses along his neck. Untying his leathers with sure fingers. Pulling them down just far enough that his cock could spring free. Already dripping precum.

She leaned into him, sliding the hollow of her hip against his length. Rocking back and forth slowly. Leg straddled around his thigh he could feel her wetness. Her mouth on his neck so softly kissing and biting.

The pressure of her hip was so good. His head fell back, giving her more room to find him. Her fingers coming up to softly drag along his nipple. The pads teasing back and forth.

She began grinding down on him, her breath catching. Hip sliding harder into his cock.

"Please, more." He moaned.

She leaned back and spat a long trail of saliva on his cock. Pushing into him with her hip again. Looking deep in his eyes.

Oh Gods that almost sent him over.

She pinched and rolled his nipple in her hand. Wetting her fingers obscenely. Bringing them back down.

He whined, arching his chest. Pushing his hips up into her. So close.

"You know, I think your ready." She purred, her hands gone.

He opened his eyes to see her reaching for something. Leaving him to reach inside a chest.

She held up a harness with a faux cock attached. His eyes went wide.

Oh Gods, yes. He pulled off his leathers with haste.

He helped her get it on her hips, pulling down the buckles and straps. She wet it with the slick from her cunt, pumping down it.

"Come here to me." She whispered, sliding onto her back.

He straddled over her, heart racing.

Coming down to kiss at her chest, sliding one of her peaks into his mouth. Reveled in the little moan that left her.

She held the length steady for him as he slowly lowered down. His eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Take what you need. I want to see it." She murmured into his hair.

Sitting flush to her he felt the stretch inside him. Already so full. His body gripping down eagerly.

He began his ride, lifting his hips and rolling back down. His breath a strained gasping already. Gods it was heaven.

He looked down at her and saw how her hips rocked into him, gripping his thighs. Her face flushed, eyes half lidded.

"So lovely, taking my cock like that." She smiled. Angling her hips just hard enough to hit the spot that undid him.

He lurched forward, bracing himself next to her head. An indignant whine leaving him. He cant be this close already.

She held his hips in place and fucked up into him. His body already starting to shudder in warning. She had found his prostate again and was slamming into it over and over.

"Please, please," He mewled, for what he wasn't sure. Seeing stars already.

She craned her neck up and caught his nipple in her mouth. Suckling down viciously with a delighted hum.

His while body jolted and he screwed his eyes shut. Oh Gods he didn't know if he could take it.

His pelvis contracted like a fist, the first waves hitting him. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. A bone deep shuddering ripping through him. The waves pummeling him in tortuous rapture. He white knuckled around her thigh. It was all he could do not to cry out. His spend spilling hot onto her belly in gushes.

She pulled him into her chest with hushed assurances as he sobbed quietly. A sudden rush of emotion overcoming him. Gripping onto the back of her neck.

"You're okay, you're okay." She whispered into the curl of his hair. Her legs crossing behind his back, nuzzling down into his shoulder. "You did so good."

That made him sob harder, burying his face in her hair. Holding onto her like a life raft in a storm.

"You're safe, you're here."

Laying awake, staring at the roof of his tent his mind raced.

He could lie to himself, say it was just the wine, the long road, his hunger, that had driven him to her arms.

He was a good liar but not that good.

Sighing he turned on his side.

What a fool he was. Falling for his mark. A simple plan shattered into a million pieces at her feet.

She had entranced him body and soul.

He bit back a small smile, his dead heart racing in light and fear.

Tomorrow. He would tell her tomorrow.

Part 3

#if men weren't supposed to take it why did god give them a meow button #anyway that one anon this ones for you #astarion smut #astarion x tav

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cupoftaae · 2 years

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Hello! your writing is such a comfort to me, and Im a sucker for domestic, fluffy type shit to be honest. could you do something cute like reader is pregnant and tae like journals and vlogs all the time because hes so excited? Was gonna write something like this but I dont think I could do it justice.

uhg this is so cute omg. Thank you for reading my work and im so glad it can offer some comfort, thats such a sweet thing to say :(

I hope you enjoy! <3

warnings- swearing, mentions of pregnancy

ladybug - KTH (drabble)

Saturday, june 11th, 2022

Taehyung set his phone down on the desk as it recorded him, he smiled and jokingly waved. "hello, today is.." he leans to check the date, "June 11th, its Saturday and the time is 4:54pm. Y/N is in the bathroom taking another pregnancy test because she is now a week late" he laughed and spun side to side in his chair. "I dont know why, but...I have a really weird feeling about this one, a weird but good feeling" he smiled and looked down. The past year has been very exhausting mentally for the both of you. After getting married, you both knew you wanted to have children right away, but your body didn't get the memo.

It was purely negative after negative, to the point where you refused to even take any tests for 3 months...up until now. Taehyung knew he wanted to journal your journey so that years from now you both could look back on the firsts of parenthood. He wrote down everything, from the good days to even the ugly ones, every appointment, every test, everything was in his notebook, and he was hoping that today would be *the* entry, he had a feeling it would be, so he decided on filming it just in case.

"ok, we have to wait 5 minuets" your voice is heard off camera as Taehyung looks up and across the room at you, "Ok" he smiles, waving you over. "cmere"

you nervously walk over as he places you onto his lap, long arms draping around your waist as you exhale. "filming?" you asked, watching him nod. "Do you want me not to?" he asked, "no, its fine, but what if its negative again?" you sigh and turn your body so your back is to the phone.

"then i can just delete it like the other ones" he ran his hand up and down your back, attempting to soothe you best he could. He was in his whole little nervous energy world right now and couldn't imagine how you were feeling, it had been months since the last test, and you werent sure you could take another hit with the reminder that your body isnt working.

It seemed like you had been waiting forever, tae had paused the camera 3 minuets after you came out, playing with your hair as you remained silent, hand in his. Your phone alarm could be heard from the bathroom once the long wait had ended. You, in that moment, wish you had another 5 minuets, because the second the alarm filled the air, your heart has stopped. "Im nervous" you whisper, standing up slowly as taehyung followed. "I know sweetheart, but we won't know unless we look, yeah?" he cupped your face gently, thumbs caressing your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You led him into the bathroom with you, "Wait dont turn it yet" he giggled and ran back to his phone he had left in the bedroom. You stared down at the upside-down test which sat on the edge of the sink, feeling your pulse in your ears. Once your husband returned, he closed the door and set up the filming, setting it a bit against the mirror as it faced you both. "dont be nervous, whatever it is, we will get through it ok?" he soothed, hugging you tightly and swaying a bit. It had been a few moments of preparation and deep breathing before finally feeling confident. "Ok ...im ready" you nodded, making him smile, "yeah?", he lifted the test, not flipping it yet. "yeah, but....you need to read it because I think I'll throw up if I do" you laughed, hiding your face in his chest as he breathed out, counting down in his head before finally flipping it.

"what does it say?" you whispered, fingers lightly gripping his t-shirt. Taehyung giggled nervously, "angel, Im not too good at reading these types of test....I-..I dont know if you are pregnant or not"

You let yourself smile at your husbands antics, pulling away to face the test, eyes widening. "baby..."

"what? is it negative?"

"Baby...two lines means pregnant, im pregnant." you turned to him, "Im pregnant" you whisper, taehyung not fully registering it until a few seconds after, head looking back down at the test.

"youre pregnant....." he looked back to you before a smile creeped onto his face, pulling you over and gently lifting you into his arms as tears escaped both of your eyes. there was no talking, just quiet (happy) crying, and touches and squeezes of love and emotion.

He finally set you back down and held your face. "Finally, damnit" you joke, making him laugh as he leans down to kiss you. "we are gonna be parents, baby. It is happening" he cooed sincerely, your hand wiping at his tears. you nodded, "its happening"

He kneeled down and lifted your shirt, his cold hands against your still flat stomach. "hi there" he whispered, making you cry even more as your hand ran through his hair. "we just found out about you, but mommy and daddy already love you so much" he kissed above your navel and held you close.

"Im so glad we got that on camera, fuck" you laughed as he stood up, wiping a tissue under your eyes. "I know!!" he sniffled and kissed you again. "god, I fucking love you"

"I love you too"

Tae picked the camera up and held it to both of your faces, making you giggle a bit. "welcome to the adventures of two 20 something year olds figuring out how to be parents, tune in next week for 'realizing we are too poor for this'" tae finished, shutting the camera off as you laughed and gently slapped his chest.

You sighed contently as he walked back into the bedroom with you, already becoming clingy with just the way he holds you. "this explains so much" you sit in thought, "I thought my period was coming because I was crying so much last week over everything but I guess not"

Taehyung smiled and crawled onto the bed next to you, hand rubbing your stomach. "oh my god, Taehyung, I had wine 2 days ago" you frown, grasping his hand. "im sure its okay, my mom used to have some wine when she was pregnant with me, and I think im okay" he smiled at you, his eyes scanning over your features lovingly. "dont stress, sweet girl, you are gonna be a mommy. We will plan an appointment this week and Ill be there for you ok? I promise" he kissed your hand as you looked up. "I love you so much"

"I love you more"

Thursday, November 20th, 2022

You had taken back everything you said about first trimester being the worst. Second trimester had absolutely everything to despise, and you realized it more each time you began to outgrow an article of clothing.

"theres mama" taehyung smiled brightly as he walked out of his office and into the living room with his camera, filming you on the couch. "shes wearing my sweatpants" he whispered and sat down, flipping the camera to the both of you. You pouted and looked at him, "baby I dont wanna be filmed, i look really gross" you sigh, "No you dont, you look sexy" he teased before shutting the phone off.

"are you still dizzy?" he asked, hand gently rubbing your thigh. "a little...but not as much"

the dizziness you've experienced since the second trimester has been the cause of worry for the past few weeks, despite your doctor telling you its normal.

"Just stay here, chill out and drink water" he smiled and got up to refill your water.

"I hate sitting down all day, its annoying" you huff, laying against the pillow. "I know baby, I know, but its not like your being lazy, you are creating a whole human, its a lot of work mama." he spoke, shutting the fridge to see the ultrasound photo hanging on the door.

You smile at him as he walks over, thanking him for the water. "Do you need anything else?" he asks, hand rubbing your slightly bigger stomach. You wouldn't have guessed you were almost 6 months pregnant, your bump has remained relatively small throughout the entire pregnancy, which you were thankful for, however it seemed like the weight just travelled to other parts of your body, like your feet.

"can you just lay with me?"

"of course baby" he moved to lay behind you, pulling you against him as you both watched tv, his hand finding its familiar place against your stomach, feeling soft flutters, something thats been occurring more recently.

"little ladybug is awake" he whispered and kissed your shoulder. You laugh and place your hand atop of his. You two had never figured out the gender, wanting to be surprised until they made their arrival, but Taehyung had a habit of calling the baby by "ladybug" ever since last month when you two laid outside and a small ladybug found its way to rest on top of your bump. He, of course, wrote the whole thing down in his journal as it happened.

Taehyung deep down didnt care the gender of his child, but he really wanted a little girl. A mini you. He wanted to take care of and protect his princesses all the time, and he so desperately wanted to make you both happy.

2 months later

You had woken tae up around 4am with severe cramping and back pain, he joined you on the floor in the bathroom as he placed a cold cloth on your neck. "just breathe, sweetheart." he sighed, trying to calm you down.

"What if they are coming early? Its too soon tae, and I-"

"shh, everything will be ok. You and ladybug are ok" he kissed your head. "Do you want to go to the ER?" he whispers, watching you nod as he helps you up carefully.

he helped you slip on your sneakers before getting into the car as he began driving to the hospital. "It doesnt feel like, I dont know how to explain.." you mumble, taking deep breathes

"What do you mean, love?"

"It doesnt feel normal and Im afraid something is wrong. Ive never felt this befor- ah!" you whine and hunch in pain as tae holds onto your hand and whispers soft words, promising he is driving as quick as he can.

Once he had helped you into the hospital, the doctor made him wait in the waiting room until they figured out what was the issue. Half an hour of leg bouncing, lip picking, and deep breathing later, a nurse finally stepped into the room to alert him of the situation. "Mr.Kim?" she asks, walking over as he sat up and nodded.

"ah, ok, So y/n is perfectly healthy and ok" she smiles and sits, "what she was feeling, is what the medical industry call 'braxton hicks', they are completely normal, its basically the body preparing itself for when the labor does in fact come." she adds, watching tae instantly relax upon hearing this. "I know its scary for a lot of first time parents but she and baby are in good health"

"thank god" he exhales and follows her back into the hall as he meets up with you again.

"Baby already causing problems for mommy huh?" he jokes and kisses your head, making you giggle and reach for his hand. "Did she tell you?" you ask

"mhm, nothing to worry about."

"kinda scary, if pre-labor feels that bad....then how is real labor gonna feel" you sigh, trying to avoid the thought despite the fact the baby needs to get out one way or another in just a few months.

"hey, look at me" he smiled, "everything will be ok, im right here" he squeezed your hand and leaned to kiss you softly, making you feel better already.

"I know, thank you"

Once you had fallen asleep, taehyung sat at the tiny desk across the room and began to film himself. "Hi ladybug, we are at the hospital because we thought you were making your grand entrance a month and a half early" he laughs quietly "but no, thank god. just stay in there and keep growing, you will meet us eventually" he smiled, "we love you"

march 3rd, 2022.

2:23 pm

You and taehyung had been adding the finishing touches onto the nursery, placing soft little blankets and bedding into the crib taehyung put together. "I like the colors, I think baby will like it" he spoke, adjusting the drawer and adding some more things into the hospital bag.

You were 9 months pregnant at this point, and there was nothing you hated more than moving. you sat in the rocking chair and nodded, watching your husband clean and organize. "hm what about this?" he asks, holding up a onesie that had pink ruffles. "are we bringing this"

"yeah" you smiled and ran your hand over your stomach

"ok" he put it into the bag and zipped it up, placing it by the door.

"Ok, I say we go get some lunch now. Let me help you get downstairs" taehyung smiled and reached out to hold your hands. You groaned and stood to your feet, wanting to just put all your weight against him. "you ok my love?" he coos

"mhm"

He began bringing you down the stairs and into the kitchen when you suddenly gasped, leaning against the back of the couch. "what??" he turned, watching your face turn to horror as you looked down. "I think....my water broke" you yelp in pain as a sudden sharp cramp covers your abdomen. "fuck, ok it hurts" you grasp onto his arms.

"ok, ok, uhm, well, well we need to go to the hospital now" Tae rambled, looking down at the small puddle, unsure where to go as he didnt want to leave you. "Go get the bags please, hurry up" you whisper as you rely on the support of the couch to keep you up.

Taehyung had ran quickly upstairs, nerves fueling his body but yet a smile creeped onto his face. His baby was finally coming, after all of these months, all of these moments, from when you told both of your families, to your baby shower, ultrasounds, shopping...its all coming together right now.

On his way back to you, he grabbed his phone and mindlessly began to film. "no time to talk, apparently you chose lunchtime to come greet us" he laughed and held the phone into his pocket as he came into the living room.

"tae it really fucking hurts" you cry, reaching for him again as he puts a coat over you. "I know sweetheart, its gonna be okay. We are gonna meet our little ladybug soon" he whispers, helping you stand on your own. "we are, huh" you breathe out, sudden excitement filling you.

"we are, time to officially be parents" he smiled and brought the bags into the car before helping you into the passenger seat. "I called Jin, hes coming to watch yeontan" he mumbled as he tried not to speed down the street as your groans became louder.

"hmmph, shit" you gripped the headrest of your seat as you tried not to cry, squeezing taes hand. "sorry if im hurting you"

Taehyung laughed, "its okay sweetheart, just breathe and focus on baby." he assured.

And thats what you did for the next 7 hours

"Hello my little ladybug" taehyung held his camera up to his newborn daughter as she laid against your bare chest. You were sweaty, tired, sore and ready to sleep for months, but you couldn't help but want to capture every moment with your new little family. "We waited so long for you, our sweet girl" he spoke, voice cracking as his hand reached out to hold hers, tiny fingers wrapping around just his one. Your eyes grew wet as you looked at him. "We are parents" you whispered, kissing your daughters head.

"you did such a good job, you are so fucking strong" he kissed you softly before turning his camera off, focusing all on you both.

"I cant wait to show her off to everyone, and spoil her" he added, watching her wide eyes look over at him.

"shes gonna be a very happy little girl" you smiled, watching the sweet interaction. between the two of them. "here, hold her again" you insisted as tae helped you sit up, taking the small newborn out of your arms gently.

"hi" he whispered, listening to her little coo's. He looked at her like she was his whole world. He never knew he needed anything more in his life after he married you, but now he can say with honesty and pride, he feels even more complete.

His wife, daughter, tannie and him.

His little place in the universe.

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mylarena · 1 year

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i loooove the concept of both soap and ghost being touchstarved but in different ways.

ghost being touchstarved, but once he gets one touch he cannot get enough, so he keeps going back for more and subtly initiating little touches with soap- bumping their shoulders while walking, pressing their knees together under the table, leaning into johnny after a tiring mission.

soap being touchstarved for anything meaningful. he gives other soldiers pats on the shoulder for a good job, he gives gaz a fist bump when passing him in the hall, sometimes alejandro gives him a brief hug when they reunite after a while- but he never gets anything substantial- never gets a warm, fatherly hug from price the way he sees gaz get one, doesnt get a fond hair ruffle like he used to get from his ma, cant crawl into his parents beds after a bad dream like he did as a child.

then he met ghost.

and yeah, soap may have kickstarted the whole situation with that little fist to the shoulder before their first mission, but it really was a pretty slippery slope once they got out of las almas. suddenly ghost is there, always next to him, warm and solid and reliable, and he gives little touches- those shoulder bumps, pressing of knees, leaning, all these little points of contact. and soap knows they mean something to ghost, hes seen how the man avoids touching others like the fucking plague. so for ghost to be initiating this, for him to trust soap enough- soap knows its meaningful and that warms him to his core.

but sometimes it just... isnt enough. sometimes he still has that deep cavern filled with yearning in his chest, the unrelenting desire for touch, for affection, for a damn hug.

its a particularly bad night when he breaks. he dreamed- dreams of las almas, being shot and dragging himself through the city, of ghost not responding to his comms and him finding his body, then of chicago, of something happening and no one stopping hassan from throwing him off that fucking building. when he woke and couldnt calm himself, he stumbled out of his room and made his way near blindly to ghosts door. after a frantic knock, the door flew open much quicker than soap expected (maybe it was how noisy he was being with his steps, maybe it was the way he slumped into the wall, maybe it was his panting,) and he was faced with ghost, adorned in what might be the comfiest clothes soap has ever seen him in, with his mask hastily pulled on over his face. his eyes widen in surprise, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"johnny? what happened, is something wrong? are you hurt?"

and hes reaching out, putting a hand on soaps arm while he scans his body for any wounds- something that put him in so much distress. when he finds nothing of note, he looks back up at soaps face, and he moves his other hand up to his face to hold him steady.

"johnny, whats going on?"

and soap breaks. he lets his legs basically give out and he falls forward into ghosts chest, gripping at his shirt. ghost doesnt miss a beat and catches him, moving to pull him away to look him in the eyes again but pausing at the sobbing whine that soap releases when he shifts.

"what do you need, johnny?"

"jus'... hold me, please."

and so simon does. he wraps his arms around soap, walks them out of the doorway, closing and locking the door, and he settles both of them onto his bed. soap clings to him all night, and ghost doesnt stop him. he simply holds him tight and whispers reassurances into his hair.

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #whoops! dinner time gamers!!!

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mustainegf · 4 months

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never requested anything before so i hope this isnt bad 😭😭, but can u do gentle sex with dave mustaine with petnames, praise n breeding pls, thank you :3

I have a major breeding kink so I had so much fun doing this!!

Dave's lips slowly churned with mine, the taste of him lingering. I loved him so much.

He was my best friend, and I was his. We fit perfectly together in every way. I couldn't imagine life without him. My hands ran over his back, up and down his sides, and behind his head.

"Dave.." I whispered, feeling him grind his bulge agaisnt my fluttering crotch.

Dave left warm kisses across my skin as we undressed each other, carefully feeling the clothes away until we were both completely nude, still holding each other, still kissing.

"Dave I'm not on birth control," I whispered, but Dave smiled.

"It's okay," he assured me. "I wanna get my beautiful girl pregnant." He mumbled, kissing down my neck as he continued to grind his pulsing cock through my folds.

"I want you to feel how hard it makes me, baby," he said, rubbing his rigid member against me. I moaned as he rubbed his tip against my clit, sending shivers of lustful pleasure all throughout my body.

I gasped at the sudden ache that shot between my legs. "Oh god yes please..." I moaned, twisting my hips against his. "Fuck, Dave... I need you inside me..." I groaned, grinding harder against him.

"Yeah you want me get you pregnant honey? Cum so deep inside of you?" Dave teased in my ear.

"I want you to be able to feel it for months after, you'll look so perfect carrying my baby," he whispered, pushing the tip into me.

I wailed out, holding tightly onto his safe frame.

"Breathe, sweetheart." he murmured, slipping his full length into me.

Every time Dave and I had sex, it was something I had to stretch to get used to. "Such a good job, babyy. Gonna look so pretty when you re pregnant..." he groaned, long gingery hair cascading down his shoulders.

I looked up at him, our eyes locking, our hearts beating fast together. Dave was everything I could ever ask for in a man, plus some. The pounding grew stronger, filling me completely with warmth. "Ohhh!”

I cried out, meeting his pace with one of my own, rolling my hips against him. Dave bit his lip, thrusting harder.

Our tongues tangled, tasting, teasing. "That's right, baby," he growled, watching my expression as I clenched around him. "Gonna hold you down until my cum takes root, fill you up like a good girl.." Dave groaned.

"Dave... yes, just like that," I moaned, rocking against him. "I'm gonna cum inside you so fucking deep, sweetheart." He breathed, squeezing his eyes closed. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah!"

He roared, pounding me harder, driving his cock deeper than ever before. His tongue ravaged my mouth as he drove himself home, deeper, harder, faster. Our breaths mingled, our moans turned to screams. "Dave! Dave!"

I screamed, coming hard. Waves of white heat burst from my core, convulsing me. "Yes, baby!" he moaned, gripping my hips tight. "So fucking good!" he groaned, emptying himself deep within me.

But he didn't pull out yet, he rutted his hips, keeping his semen inside of me. "Gonna have to keep you full until you're pregnant," he grinned.

I chuckled softly, his lips tugging into a tender smile.

"Did we really just do that?" I asked, laughing as I raised my brows.

"Did you think I was lying when I told you I'd love you see you pregnant?" Dave smiled, kissing up my neck, his softening dick still holding the cum inside me.

"This is all your fault if I wind up having a baby," I cupped his cheeks, softly kissing him.

"I'm okay with that," he smiled, giving me another peck.

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stevie-petey · 2 months

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Hi M! I saw you mention that you felt bad for Billy because of that particular lack of a chance he got to prove himself to be a good person. And I definitely agree because even tho he was really cruel and horrible, the scene of his death still made many of us cry 🤧

Because of this, I thought of a tiny little angst blurb if you want to write it!

In your latest chapter of come home, it was mentioned that he tried finding bug because he didn’t know what was going on with him and why he was acting the way he was.

Do you think you could write that from his pov?

Thank you! 😁

this one is a challenge because ive never written billys pov but heres my very poor attempt lmao

enjoy !

"dude, are you alright?"

lights blind billy. a ringing in his ears nearly deafens him. his vision blurs and his teeth grind into sawdust. the taste of blood fills his mouth as he bites down on his tongue. he grips at the lifeguard stand, hardly able to stand himself.

theres a guy in front of him. billy thinks his name is alex, who eyes him wearily. alex clears his throat, tries again. "hey, uh. billy?"

billy. his name is billy. billy hargrove.

the metallic taste of blood coats his mouth. he tries to speak, words tumble from mouth like a slippery slope. he doesnt have control over them. he cant remember if hes supposed to breathe in or out when he speaks.

all billy knows is that theres a girl out there. someone told him to come find her of he ever needed anything. what was her name? it started with an h, two, maybe three syllables.

he loses his footing, almost falls against the stands wood, and alex takes a step back from him. hes scared of billy. did he do something? hes cold. his entire body is cold.

"you know what, im just... i'll just go." alex takes another step back. he pushes his glasses up stands awkwardly in front of billy. "y/n is probably waiting for me, anyways."

the hair on billys arms stand up.

y/n henderson. that had been the girls name.

sweetheart. billy calls you sweetheart. hawkins sweetheart. the one who extended help to him.

"where?" saliva mixed with blood follows billys question.

alexs eyes widen. "w-what?"

"where. is. y/n?" he needs to find you. its getting harder and harder to keep the blood inside his mouth. his guts twist within his stomach, billy thinks the cold that attacks his body is really white hot heat, searing his intestines and burning him from the inside.

you said you could help him.

billy doesnt know whats going on. darkness seeps into his brain. he cant think straight. the sunlight casts a blinding streak across his eyesight. is he dreaming?

"she... she should be waiting in her car." alex isnt sure if he should be telling billy this. youve always been weird when it came to the mention of the boy, but billys sweat drips onto the concrete and alex thinks he may be experiencing heatstroke.

he decides then that he should take billy to you. alex knows youll know what to do. you always do. the amount of times youve saved his ass at work is more than hes willing to admit, but alex holds a deep appreciation for you.

alex grabs billys arm to guide him towards the pools exit, but the skin is cold to the touch. he flinches, he doesnt understand whats wrong with the guy. hes drenched in sweat and yet ice cold.

billy doesnt register any of this. all he can feel is his body being moved somewhere. hes removed from it all. his body hasnt been his ever since the night he crashed his car.

theres something inside of billy. something more sinister than the anger his father left him. worse than the bruises and scars from his childhood. and billy is afraid.

it takes some maneuvering, alex has to stop and steady billy every few feet, but eventually they make it to the pools parking lot. only your car isnt there.

alex curses and looks down at his watch. its almost one in the afternoon. your shift at bookstrordinary shouldve ended thirty minutes ago. youre never late.

and yet you never show.

billy and alex stand in the parking lot for nearly an hour waiting for you. the sun blazes down upon their skin. billy nearly blacks out at one point, and alex doesnt know what to do.

then something seems to shift within billy. his back straightens, his eyes suddenly ignite, and the blue in his irises is gone. black now infiltrates, and alex nearly trips on the curb in his haste to get away from him.

billy sniffs the air in an animalistic way. alex watches.

theyre here.

the voice booms in billys mind. its gravelly, rough, it isnt human.

follow them. follow her.

billy turns and sees el walking across the street. shes coming towards the pool. she hasnt seen him yet. neither have the others. those goddamn kids and max.

max.

who is he again?

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m's writing #set during season 3 !#ok actually this was lowkey fun #i like writing really depressing things

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vvmylove · 11 months

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"Really Gun?" Pt 1

damn such a bad header (I promise the story isnt as bad) AHAH

As you walked home late at night, you felt a presence watching you. It wasn't uncommon for you to be targeted, though.

After all, Charles Choi was your uncle.

He had ordered you to stay inside the house while he was out of town, yet you found yourself in the middle of the city at midnight.

You were about to enter a designer clothing store before you were stopped with a firm hand on your shoulder.

Gun Park.

"What do you think you're doing here?"

Y/N turned around as she felt the touch of a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at the guy, backing away once she sees who it is. "What do you want?" she asks him annoyed as she crosses her arms. She just wanted to shop in peace.

Gun doesn't seem the least bit fazed by Y/N's response, instead remaining composed and stoic. He leans down to get closer, his voice quiet yet threatening.

"I need you to come with me. I know that you were given strict instructions to stay inside the house and not to go anywhere. Yet here, you are." Gun's grip on Y/N's shoulder tightens. "You know your uncle wouldn't appreciate one of his 'trophies' being harmed, don't you?"

Y/N pouts at his words as she looks away. She looks around the building she was currently in as she starts to scoff, "Or what? You wanna buy me the damn dress instead?" she asks him annoyed. She wasn't fazed by his cold aura and mocking demeanor.

"What a spoiled brat you are."

Gun's voice is cold and emotionless, as he slowly pulls Y/N closer to his face, the scar between his eyes more visible up close. "Or what? I'm not going to warn you again. Come with me. Now."

Y/N can feel Gun's fingers digging into her shoulders. Gun doesn't care whether or not Y/N complies. He knows that when he speaks, it is an order, not a request.

Y/N starts to pout at his reaction. She then looks away from him, not wanting to stare into his cold eyes. She was annoyed, irritated. She then takes a deep breath as his fingers dig into her shoulders, eliciting pain. She doesnt show it though.

"Fine, but you fucking owe me," she tells him

"I do not owe you anything, you entitled brat," Gun says coldly. He slowly removes his hands from Y/N's shoulder, allowing her to walk ahead of him. His hand rests on his hip, his eyes locked on Y/N's back the whole time.

No matter how irritating and annoying he finds Y/N, she is important to Charles Choi. As loyal as Gun is to his employer, he knows to keep his mouth shut even if he disagrees with his actions.

Y/N looks at him weirdly, not arguing back. She knew better than to argue back with Charles Choi's men. She then takes a deep breath as she walks ahead of him, crossing her arms. She was so annoyed by Charles stupid orders, she hated how limited her freedom was.

She then pulls out her phone to text Charles Choi herself. He was her uncle anyways, "I want to buy a dress, but your stupid bodyguard wont let me," she texts him.

Gun stops for a second at the sight of Y/N's phone. He doesn't say anything as she sends the text to Charles Choi, but his grip on his hip tightens, and Y/N feels Gun's eyes burn a hole in her back the whole time.

After a few moments, Charles Choi texts back, ordering Gun to "let her do as she pleases". Gun still makes no effort to speak, but Y/N can tell his expression has darkened. His eyes are narrowed. Gun is not a happy man at the moment.

Y/N was shocked as she read the text. She never thought Charles would allow her to roam around at night to buy a dress today. Every other night, Charles Choi had denied her actions. What made today different?

She then flips the phone over to Gun, raising her brow. She then grabs the guys arm, dragging him back into the shop. "You're going to pick me a nice dress," she basically commands him to waste her time.

Gun doesn't speak, letting himself be dragged back into the fancy store without offering any resistance. He watches with disinterest as Y/N walks towards the racks of dresses, his expression never changing.

He follows closely behind her, his face passive and still. Gun would not be providing any commentary or opinion on Y/N's choice of dress, and the two of them would be in there for quite a while. The store had closed long hours ago, yet Gun didn't seem to mind.

Y/N rolls her eyes at his reaction as she drags him. She then looks through the rack of dresses, until her hands land on a short, tight, black dress. Her eyes sparkle as she rushes to the changing room. She put on the dress as it perfectly hugged her curves. She then walks out of the room, twirling. "What do you think?" she asks, showing off the revealing dress on her body.

Gun takes in the sight of Y/N in the black dress, his expression completely blank.

"It looks fine."

He doesn't offer any other response, remaining stoic and passive. His voice sounds cold and monotonous as you would expect from him. He looks back at the rack of dresses, seemingly not interested at all in Y/N's current situation.

It was clear that you were getting no praise or admiration from him.

Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Are you always like this? Why don't you just have fun?" she asks him annoyed as she storms back into the changing room. She then takes off the dress, changing into her normal clothes. She then walks out of the room, looking through more dresses.

She picks 3 more dresses, and buys all 4 of them. She then turns to Gun, "What? Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to take me home?" she asks him slightly annoyed.

Gun grabs his phone, typing in a quick message to Charles Choi that they were done shopping for the night. He puts his phone away before grabbing Y/N's arm and pushing her out of the store.

"Get in the car."

Gun is completely lacking emotion, his tone stern and commanding. He clearly has no intention of being polite to Y/N in any way. In fact, he seems annoyed by Y/N's antics.

Y/N was confused as to why Gun was so aggressive with her today. Even though he was cold, he always remained composed, as he knew better than to annoy one of Charles Choi's nieces. She doesn't say anything though as she was dragged into the car. She turns away from Gun, her body facing the window as she places the dresses on her lap.

The car drives in nearly complete silence. Gun doesn't speak to the Y/N the whole ride. He remains seated next to her with his eyes focused on the road ahead.

He doesn't seem to be enjoying the car ride at all. In fact, it seems as if Gun is just trying to ignore Y/N's presence the whole time.

After a while, Gun finally speaks up out of the silence. "The store has closed. Should you really be walking the streets alone?" He looks at Y/N in the rear-view mirror, his expression still stoic.

"As if you care," she says, scoffing at his question. She doesn't even turn to face him at all. She takes a deep breath as they have arrived. She quickly gets out of the car, shutting it, completely ignoring Gun.

She looks at the building ahead. It was Charles Choi's complex. She then walks inside of it, greeted by Charles himself. "Uncle," she starts off.

Charles is seated in the living room, his expression welcoming as his niece enters the house. He stands up to greet her, reaching out his hand to embrace Y/N in a hug. He can definitely tell that something is on Y/N's mind.

"I hope you had a nice time tonight, my little gem. Did your bodyguard let you buy all the dresses you wanted?" He turns to look at Gun, who is still outside in the car.

Y/N looks up at her uncle, who greeted her sweetly. She calms as she wraps her arms around him, in his embrace. She then pulls back, "He's so annoying," she chuckles as she motions over to Gun. She doesn't say anything else though, as Charles found Gun to be one of his favorites.

Charles chuckles in response, taking a seat on the comfortable sofa in the living room as he motions for Y/N to sit next to him.

"You have no idea how lucky you are to have that man. He's the best bodyguard in the city," Charles says in a low tone. He speaks with a soft voice, one that is completely different from Gun's.

Charles knows Gun to be a cold and unfeeling person. But for him, Gun is the most loyal bodyguard on the planet.

Y/N rolls her eyes at his words, as she takes a seat right next to him. She then looks over at him, "Hes so, ugh," she complains, frustrated . "He doesn't know how to have fun," she says, annoyed. She then looks over at Gun, who was still standing by his car.

"At least let him in," she says to her uncle, standing up. "I will make us something to eat," she says as she walks over to the kitchen.

Charles chuckles once again at Y/N's words. He knows exactly what she means, and he knows there's some truth to what she's saying. Gun doesn't seem to know how to have fun, at least not in the conventional sense.

"Let him wait," Charles says with a smile. "That's what he gets for being rude with you. He doesn't need food."

However, Charles knows that there is a soft side to Gun. He does have his likes and dislikes.

Y/N chuckles as she starts to prepare some food. She doesn't say anything for a moment, "Hey it's whatever, just don't let him stand outside in the cold," she says, not really caring what happens to Gun. She was just trying to be polite. Maybe she wanted to pick on Gun today, to try to figure out if he had any weaknesses.

Charles glances at Gun, who hasn't moved from outside the building. He's clearly used to waiting for his employer.

"Then let him wait," Charles says simply. "He's paid well enough to sit in the cold for a few minutes."

Gun's expression is completely blank, but you can tell he's not happy with what he's hearing. He wants to come inside and out of the cold, but he knows better than to defy Charles' orders.

Y/N looks over at Charles, shocked. "Woah woah did you get into an argument with him?" she asks him confused. Charles was never this rude towards Gun, especially since Gun was his favorite.

She finishes cooking and places 3 plates on the table. She then looks over at Charles, concerned. "What happened though?" she asks. She didn't really care that much for Gun, but she cared about Charles.

Charles chuckles at Y/N's concern, shaking his head. He looks at Gun outside, who is still refusing to enter the complex despite the cold.

"Nothing happened, my sweet gem. He was just being rude with you, that's all." He reaches out to embrace the Y/N once again. "Don't worry yourself with small matters. How about you sit down and eat? I'll deal with him later."

Y/N chuckles at his reaction, "You're being overdramatic. Gun is always cold, come on," she says, not sure what she was saying. It's not like she cared about Gun anyways. She hugs him back, taking a deep breath in his embrace.

She then looks up at him, "I need to have a few words with Gun anyways, i'll open the door for him." she says with a smile. She then opens the door for Gun, forcing him into the building.

Gun doesn't say anything as he is led inside by Y/N. He stands in the hallway for a few moments, staring down at the floor as he tries to calm himself. Clearly, he's not happy with the way Y/N forced him inside.

However, he remains passive even after Y/N walks back into the kitchen. He just stands in the hallway as Charles stares down at him. Gun's eyes seem angry, but he is doing a good job at concealing his frustration.

Y/N places a gentle hand on Guns shoulder, smiling at him. "Don't be so angry," she says as she pats his back. She then walks over to the table, telling both guys to sit down.

"I made food and you both will be eating," she says with a smile as she pulls back 2 of the chairs. She then seats herself.

Gun is silent as he takes a seat at the table, his expression still blank and cold. He doesn't seem to be fazed by Y/N's words at all, as he remains silent.

Charles sits near the Y/N, giving her a reassuring look. He doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned about Gun. Perhaps he knows something that Y/N doesn't.

Gun is just sitting there quietly, barely looking at either of them.

Y/N smiles at Charles, as she hands him a fork. She then looks over at Gun, trying to pick at his brain. This was her chance, "So Gun, do you have any weaknesses?" she asks him playfully, not wasting any time on other stupid questions.

Gun stares straight ahead, not acknowledging Y/N. He just sits perfectly still and quiet, completely devoid of any emotion.

Charles chuckles to himself as he sees how frustrated Y/N's questions are making Gun. He doesn't seem to be worried at all about his bodyguard.

"He does not." Charles says simply, giving Y/N a kind smile before turning to Gun. "He will never let you know if he has any weaknesses. He doesn't trust anyone enough to make that mistake."

Y/N smile fades. "You really are no fun," she says annoyed. She then looks down at her food as she starts to pick at it. "Did someone hurt you or something?" she continues to ask him. She wanted to know something about him, as she was always curious. She also wondered what made Charles like Gun so bad, when Gun was always cold. Did Charles know something?

"He wasn't always like this, you know," Charles chuckles. "Before he became my bodyguard, Gun was much more lively."

Gun remains silent, not paying any attention to the conversation between the two. He just focuses on his own food. Charles seems unconcerned by his passivity. He knows exactly how Gun was as a person.

"Unfortunately, I don't think he will ever open up to you, my sweet gem. He does not trust anyone."

Y/N's face softens at his words. She then nods over at Charles, not saying anything else. Of course this sparked a new interest, as she was going to pester Charles about it until he said something. But for now, with Guns' presence, she stays silent.

She then sighs. Gun used to be lively? No way. She snickers to herself. She looks up at Gun, biting her lower lip. "Do you at least like the food?" she says- almost whispering, changing the subject.

Gun slowly turns his head to look at Y/N, his eyes locked directly on her face. He remains quiet for a moment, before saying a single word.

"Yes."

The answer comes out in a flat, emotionless tone. Gun seems to be focused solely on the Y/N at that moment. He doesn't even glance at Charles or his food. His attention is fixed solely on the Y/N.

Y/N nods in understanding as she now looks down at her food. She didn't really feel like eating, but she was glad the other two boys liked it. "OKay enjoy yourselves, i'm going to my room," she announces as she takes her plate to the sink, washing it and going off to her room.

Gun remains silent, not reacting to Y/N's departure. He seems to be in his own world.

Charles smiles at Y/N's departure, then turns to look at Gun as if waiting for something. He continues to stare at Gun with that soft expression.

"Would you like to talk about this, Gun?" He asks the first words he's spoken to Gun tonight. He speaks in a soft tone, as if trying to reach through that barrier that Gun is clearly surrounded by.

Y/N walks to her room and shuts the door. She then plops herself on her bed as her mind starts to run. She made it her new mission to break Gun apart, to find out who he used to be. She starts to trace the ceiling with her fingers.

Gun remains in the dining room, staring at Charles for a few moments. His face finally shows an expression, a subtle look of guilt. He turns his eyes away from Charles, looking back down at his food.

"She's a lovely girl, isn't she?" Charles says softly, his tone still soft and kind towards Gun.

Gun pauses for a long time, before finally speaking. "She reminds me of you."

Y/N takes a deep breath as she twists and turns on her bed. She then stands up, walking over to her desk and just sitting. She spins in her chair a few times.

Gun's words seem to have affected Charles, as a soft look of pain appears on his face. He stares down at the floor, thinking about what Gun just said to him.

Charles sighs deeply, his expression turning from soft to stern. "Did you mean that sincerely? Or were you just trying to pick a fight with her?"

Gun remains silent, as if he's still thinking about his earlier words.

Y/N pulls out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. She realizes how lonely she truly was, maybe it was because she was one of Charles' nieces. She then takes a deep breath as she sees Guns' name show up. She places her phone back down, as she lies in her bed once again.

Charles looks up at Gun, staring directly into his eyes. You can tell that Charles is feeling hurt by what he just heard. His expression is still solemn and serious. He waits for Gun to speak again, but Gun remains silent.

Charles sighs once again. "We'll talk about that later." He then speaks up to the silent Gun, "Get going. Y/N's already in her room so you can get the night off."

The next day. Y/N wakes up with a sigh as she looks at herself in the mirror. She does her daily morning routine, then her mind starts to race. She then walks down over to Charles, knocking on his door. "Uncle?" she asks.

Charles has a serious look on his face as he answers Y/N. He seems to know exactly why she's here.

"Come in, Y/N."

As he speaks, you can tell that he's exhausted. He doesn't seem to want to talk about this, but he'll do it for Y/N's sake. He opens the door and motions for her to walk into the hallway.

Y/N looks up at him and notices the state he was in. She then looks down at her fingers, fiddling with them as she enters the room. "So..." she starts off.

"You gonna tell me about Guns past?" she chuckles awkwardly.

Charles sighs deeply, clearly knowing what the conversation is about to unfold. He sits down in his chair, looking over at the Y/N. He takes a deep breath in, preparing himself.

"Sure," Charles says softly. "I might as well. I'm sure you are going to sit here until I give you what you want. So please, sit down. You deserve to hear it."

Y/N looks up at Charles, shocked. She thought she was going to have to put up some fight, or even pester him just to know about Guns past. Gun was super defensive and secretive when it came to his life, that's why he was always so cold.

She then takes a seat, looking down at the floor once again.

Charles takes another deep breath, staring at the floor as he prepares himself for what he's about to say. He seems uncomfortable by the topic, but he knows that he has to say something.

He then starts speaking, his voice surprisingly soft and calm. "He was not always like this, Y/N. Before he became your bodyguard, he was a..." Charles hesitates for a few moments, searching for the right words. "... He was a cheerful man, Y/N."

Y/N looks up at Charles, scanning his eyes. "So you knew this guy before? Is that why you picked him as my bodyguard?" she asks, clearly surprised. Maybe that's why Gun was one of Charles' favorites.

She then urges him to continue on with his story, wanting to know more about Gun.

Charles sighs deeply, staring right at the Y/N. His eyes seem pained and tired, as if the memories he's about to share are difficult for him to recall. He remains silent for a long moment, thinking about what he's about to say.

"He was normal," Charles finally admits. "I first met Gun two years before he was chosen to be your bodyguard, Y/N." He sounds surprised at himself too, as if he was not expecting to say all of that.

Y/N then looks up at Charles, picking out his words. She then places her hand on his shoulder, "Just get to the point," she chuckles. She wanted to know more about Guns past, and why he is now as cold as ice.

"I knew Gun when he was working for another company," Charles continues. "He was their top bodyguard, and I would hire him for various jobs every now and then."

He then takes a deep breath once again. "One day... I had some business to take care of in Japan at the time. The people I worked for at the time were quite dangerous, and I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks with my life. So I brought Gun along."

Y/N leans in, listening. She urges him to continue as she was interested in his words. "What happened in Japan?" she asks him softly.

Charles is silent for a little while, thinking about what he's about to say. He seems to want to be careful with his words, not wanting to upset Y/N.

"We were in Tokyo," he says after a little while. "We were taking care of business with a very important contact of mine. We were walking down a crowded street when..."

Charles stops, closing his eyes in thought. He seems to struggle with the next part of the memory.

Y/N raises her brow as she leans into the chair. "And how did this affect Gun?" she asks, getting straight to the point. She felt as if there was more to the story, rather than just being a survivor.

Charles sighs deeply, his tone becoming solemn once again. "The family that we fought against... They slaughtered Gun's friends, everyone else he worked with, and finally" he takes a deep breath.

Charles pauses again, thinking about exactly how to say this. "His family."

"Gun himself was captured, and we had to save him from the family... Gun's always been quite stubborn, you know. No matter what my associates tried, he wouldn't tell them anything."

Y/N looks at Charles shocked. She then nods her head in understanding. "So you're telling me," she crosses her legs, "They killed everyone Gun knew, including his family, and he lost trust in everyone. Wow," she says, taking all that in. She never saw Gun in such a light. She only viewed him as a cold and emotionless guy.

Was Gun afraid of losing more people? she thought. Maybe that's why he never had gotten close to anyone, or revealed his past.

"Yes," Charles says simply. "Gun has lost all of his trust for people, especially those he works with."

It's clear that Charles also feels some pain in sharing this story. Gun has obviously become very close to Charles after all they've been through. The memories of that day seem to hurt him just as much as Gun.

"That's why he's so cold now," Charles continues. "He doesn't want to let anyone get too close."

Y/N nods her head as she looks down. She then sits by her uncle, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm so sorry," she says, taking a deep breath in. She knew this was difficult for him, so she had not pestered him any further. She got the information she needed and was satisfied.

"Don't be," Charles says softly. "Gun's been through a lot, but he's still a wonderful person inside."

He holds Y/N tighter, seeming to appreciate her presence. "I'm glad he has you, Y/N. Don't let him lose you."

He wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her into a soft hug. He seems to be grateful for having her in his life.

Y/N starts to tear up a little as she starts to see Gun in a new light. She had never realized Gun had to endure such pain. She then looks up at her uncle, wiping his face.

"Don't worry, he will never lose me," she says with a smile.

"Good," Charles says softly, letting out a soft chuckle. He seems happy to hear this from Y/N. Gun is clearly very important to him, so he's glad that she is there to take care of him.

Y/N and Charles continue to hold each other for a few moments, soaking in each other's presence. The two seem to have grown pretty close over the years, and Charles is happy that they've been given the opportunity to find each other.

After a while, they both seemed to calm as the Y/N stood up. She then gives Charles a smile, "Let's not dwell on the past anymore," she says with a comforting smile.

"I'm going to go out, see you later uncle!" she says waving her hands as she walks out of his room. She then thinks about it for a bit as she walks down the hallway.

Charles nods as Y/N walks out, a soft smile on his face. He feels some of his concerns being taken away now that he is able to share some of Gun's past with somebody who he cares about.

"Have fun!" He calls after her as she walks away. He seems happy to see Y/N leave the room in good spirits. He looks up at the ceiling, sighing deeply to himself as Y/N walks away.

Y/N then tries to compose herself, wanting to stay happy. She had to figure out a way to let Gun know that she was there for him, even if he was distant. She knew she had to take it slow. She skips down the hall, lost in her thoughts.

She then walks out of the building, noticing Gun leaning onto a wall, smoking. She then walks back into the building, making two cups of coffee, before walking back out. She walks up to him, handing him the warm cup with a smile, "I made you coffee," she says simply. Y/N was met with Guns usual emotionless expression, as he takes another whiff of his cigarette. "What," he says, his tone still void of emotion. He wasn't interested in whatever Y/N had to offer.

Y/N takes a deep breath as Gun takes another puff of his cigarette. Placing the cup down on a nearby table, she looks at the view in front of the building, thinking. "Do you have a favorite color?" she asks him randomly. She had an idea in mind.

Gun continues staring at her for a few moments, his face void of any emotion. He takes a few more puffs of his cigarette, seeming to think about her question. He then takes a deep breath in, before letting out a deep sigh.

"It's black," he answers her honestly, annoyed by the fact she was still interacting with him. He's not sure why she asked, but he answers anyway.

Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Not blue or orange or purple? Just black?" she asks, a little disappointed in his answer. She then looks back up at him, noticing his cold stare and his emotionless eyes. She doesn't say anything else.

"Just black," Gun says blandly, sounding like he doesn't really care about the question. He just stares at her blankly, not seeming to have much of a reaction.

"Why?" he asks eventually, seemingly only answering to keep the conversation going.

Y/N scoffs, "You're so an-" but before she could complain about him, she remembers the story Charles told her about Gun.

Gun stares at her blankly for a few seconds, not seeming to understand the word she was about to say.

"I'm so what?" he asks, curious.

Y/N looks away, "Nothing, I'm going," she says, annoyed at herself before walking back into the building. She doesn't face Gun anymore as she rushes back into her uncle's room.

She then pouts, crossing her arms.

Gun watches Y/N walk away before taking another puff of his cigarette. He remains silent for a moment, thinking about why Y/N asked him that question.

Eventually, he takes another deep breath. He shrugs it off, not really caring.

Y/N storms into Charles' room, complaining to her uncle, "I can't believe that guy! I tried to be nice but he just annoys me with his stupid face," she says pouting, referring to his cold state. She then takes his wallet out of his jacket, "I need to buy something," she then says.

She was going to get Gun to open up to her no matter what, she was determined to see past Guns cold and emotionless personality. She then walks out of the room.

"Of course, Y/N," Charles says softly. He seems to understand her frustration, and is willing to let her vent. "He can be very difficult to deal with sometimes."

Charles lets out a sigh, sitting back down in his chair. He seems a bit worn out from all of the previous conversations. He's glad that Y/N is there to make things easier for him... she's a kind young lady with good intentions.

Y/N then rushes out of the building, going to the flower shop. She then takes a look around, as she calms herself. "That ass," she says as she takes a deep breath in. She continued to stare at the flowers, until she found a set of black and white Calla Lilies. She then picks it up, buying it. She had asked Gun for his favorite colors so she could do this.

She drives back to the place, with the flowers in her hands behind her back. She goes up to the Guns room, knocking. "Gun?" she asks. She knew she would be met with his cold stare.

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Sorry for any mistakes!

Im so excited (not really) as this is my first story.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism thoughts #lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism gun #gun park #lookism manhwa #fanfiction #lookism fanfic #lookism fandom #mentally ill hours

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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as much as i LOVE dogman leon (i have a concerning obsession w it idk) i rly wanna see leon as the owner like yk re6 leon thinking it would brighten up his life so he adopts a pup so he isnt lonely and all is well until she suddenly goes into heat for the first time and he realizes he also has to take care of her 'needs' instead of just providing for her (im ovulating rn PLS forgive me)

Hi anon!!

😩 this is always so good 👏 👏 I really need to get around to writing a hybrid!reader 😆

But yes! Older Leon who’s just looking for some companionship; he’s semi retired now (mostly a paper pusher) so his hours are normal enough he feels comfortable getting a pup to take care of.

He adopts you straight away and it’s all smooth sailing, up until you go into your heat which Leon totally forgot that hybrids do 🤦

He’s a little hesitant cause he really wants to make sure you’re okay with it and it’s not the heat talking but you convince him cause it’s not like you’re senseless (yet anyways 🤭)

And Leon now finds himself balls deep in your soaking wet pussy, hips rabbiting so quick against yours that the bed’s thumping against the wall. You’re on your knees with your front pressed down into the bed as Leon’s cock stuffs your pussy so well that you’re drooling all over the sheets.

He likes to pet your tail and tug on it as he thrusts which just makes your cunt clamp down around him until he’s just gripping your tail the entire time. When he finally cums (you’ve already orgasmed a few times at this point), you’re moaning and whining, begging him to breed you 🥴

Your sex drive is crazy high right now but Leon somehow finds it in him to keep up with you which means you don’t leave the bed for a couple of days 🤭

#ask box #anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #hybrid!reader #hybrid au #puppy!reader

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v-ternus · 11 months

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where the delicate stops

Day 13+14 of Kinktober- Size and Magic

[prompts courtesy of the lovely @kroas-adtam ]

thank you to @ghoultrifle for your absolutely nasty, filthy help on this. (i hope it lives up to the hype)

Explicit | Mountain and Aeon

Summary: Aeon didn't come for slow. He didn't come for sweet. But Mountain seems intent on giving him it anyway.

warning: dubcon (the magic use)

below for your consumption :)

“Fuck me already.” He barks, tilting his head to the side and marveling at the cold fabric against his heated skin. Mountain insisted on prepping him properly, so here he lays, sprawled on his back with Mountain between his legs, the scent of evergreen washing over him and a finger barely two knuckles deep in his achingly empty hole.

“It’ll hurt bug,” Mountain says softly as he drags a rough hand along Aeon’s flank. He’s big, in every department, and he knows it. He’s been around the block enough times to know how to make the stretch feel good– and it has to start here. He’ll drag his warm tongue against intimate skin, nipping at thighs and sensitive muscles. He could spend hours working his fingers in, petting at soft walls that clench tight when he drags against a certain spot. Time never matters, not to him, not in these moments, as long as someone ends up tied tight around his knot. He’ll give them as long as they need.

His cock hangs heavy between his strong thighs at the thought.

“Wait a little bit more Aeon,” He says as he presses a second finger in. There’s a reverence to his words, a sense of caring worship, and Aeon wants none of it. Should’ve gone to Dew, he thinks to himself, should’ve gotten the ghoul angry.

He rolls his hips, grinding himself further onto Mountain’s fingers. He feels the pad of a third finger press in next to the first two, and his brain all but shuts off. The slightest burn from the stretch has pre welling up on the tip of his neglected cock, dripping onto his happy trail, making a mess. If he needed Mountain to hurry up earlier, he needs him to move at light speed now. He wants more, needs more. He’s desperate.

Mountain must sense his impatience growing into frustration.

“—Dont want to break you.” The large ghoul says, and something in Aeon snaps. He isnt usually troubled by his size. Sure, he’s built on the smaller end of things, slimmer, a little shorter than most ghouls— he’s never cared. But tonight? Mountain’s words make wrath burn hot in his chest. He’s not fragile. Not delicate.

A quick hand moves to wrap around Mountain’s wrist, around the hand that's been teasing him all night. He pulls the hand out and groans at the loss. Temporary, he reminds himself. A confused look sprouts on Mountain’s face, but Aeon doesnt let it stay for long.

A tingling static blooms in Mountain’s palm. It wraps around his nerves and crawls up through his arm, over his shoulder, until it wraps around his neck, tightening around the base of his skull. It all happens so quickly, leaving him no time to get out of Aeon’s grip before they’re flipped, with Mountain flat on his back and Aeon straddling his hips– with how angry Aeon is, Mountain feels as light as a feather.

If there wasnt a tinge of fear coursing through Mountain, he might chuckle at what this looks like– him pinned under a ghoul who can just barely spread his thighs wide enough to set himself on his lap.

Mountain isnt used to Aeon’s magic, the numbness, and the way it creeps across every fiber of his being. It isnt quite Aether, tender and warm, and it isn't like Omega, calculated, weaving in exactly where it's needed. Aeon’s magic is wild. Stronger. Unpredictable. His heart rate quickens.

“I told you to get on with it,” Aeon drops his hips, just enough to slot his cock next to Mountain’s, and Satan below he’s never been more sheepish about his size. He knows he’s well endowed– that’s been made fact by Rain choking on him after a few really good rituals. But compared to Mountain, his cock is still a good two inches shorter.

He can barely fit his hand around when he reaches to hold them together. He uses his free hand to glide over the ruddy head of his cock before smearing the slick onto Mountain. He fucks into his straining grip, feeling Mountain throb where they’re pressed together.

“Should’ve listened big man.” he scolds, dragging his fingertips over the head of Mountain’s cock that’s so red it's almost purple. Mountain tries to groan, to make any noise, but it's just so hard. It’s like he’s forgotten how.

Aeon watches the light purple streaks swirling through Mountain’s glassy eyes and knows his magic has settled in fully. He knows he’s got him right where he wants him– dulled in all the right ways and putty in his hands, ready to be molded into the perfect fuck toy.

“Gonna show you how to fuck me right,” he says as he rocks up on his knees, lining Mountain’s cock up with his tight ring. He takes a deep breath and holds it as he sinks down. A deep groan leaves his lips, followed by a drawn out ‘fuckkkkkkkk’. He remembers then, of just how big Mountain feels. He hisses, spearing himself on the generous girth. He works himself down inch by stretching inch and doesn't quit till his ass settles on Mountain’s hips. He breathes through the sensations, lost in how he’s so full he thinks it’ll kill him.

It’s what he’s been waiting for all night.

“Gonna fuck myself on your pretty cock Mount,” he starts a lazy pace, enjoying the way his body rushes to fit around Mountain. “Can’t believe you needed my magic to make me feel like this.”

“I’ll look for one of the older ghouls next time, maybe Omega. Or even Alpha. Anyone who’ll fill me when I ask.” Mountain tries to speak but his tongue is heavy, useless in his mouth. The way Aeon has him, he cant do anything but sit back and watch as he’s taken apart. He keeps his eyes trained to where Aeon is stretched around him– he wants to reach out and touch, run his thumb against the stretched out rim.

Aeon slams himself down and it feels like the world has knocked the breath out of him- he swears he can feel Mountain in his throat at this point.

Aeon leans back, planting his hands on the tops of Mountain’s thick thighs, barely covering the muscle as he puts himself on display. The new angle bounces his cock against his stomach, and Mountain’s eyes move to watch. He works his sight over the expanse of the ghoul, he marvels at the lines of his body, the slight hint of muscle on his chest, the rise and fall of his ribs with his breath, the lithe torso, and oh–.

Him

Just under Aeon’s belly button, a foreign bump pokes through, rising and falling in sync with his bounces– him.

Mountain manages to mewl, loving how he fills him so well, but powerless to touch, to feel. Mountain can't press a hand down and feel each stroke move through him. He could cry, and with the way he’s choking on his breath, he thinks he just might.

Aeon, sensing distress, decides to dig his fingers in even more, sending more of his magic into Mountain. This time, it burns, carves him from the inside out, etches into his bones. It borders on too much. His skin starts to feel itchy, like he’s meant to grow out of it. Tears pool in the corners of his eyes.

“Can you see yourself in there?” It's a teasing question, he knows Mountain can't answer, but his cock kicks, his own silent form of yes. Mountain’s distress only gets him harder. Aeon’s hand drifts to press down on the bulge, making himself whine, high and reedy.

“Wish you’d just given it to me like this,” Aeon settles, knees aching from the insistent bouncing. He rolls his hips instead, somehow working himself further and further onto Mountain’s length each time, feeling that familiar bump at the base grow with each passing moment.

Each slick glide around his cock has Mountain’s brain melting out of his ears. His eyes go frantic, blinking and shifting at random patterns. His mind screams for release, a repeating mantra of ‘Please, I need to cum. –m sorry, please” echoing in his head.

Aeon can hear him of course, he’s known everything in Mountain’s head since he first doped him up, but his pleading makes no difference. Aeon is only going to let him cum for his own pleasure.

“Gonna get myself stuck on your knot Mount,” He reaches his other hand forward and wraps his sly fingers around his cock. He’s nice and slick, timing each roll of his hips with a stroke of his hand and it has him right on the edge. The muscles in Mountain’s stomach tighten, fire ripping through his body. Aeon grips around his own full knot and it's all he needs to slam himself onto Mountain’s.

Milky white ropes shoot over Mountain’s skin, nestling into his happy trail, filling his navel. Aeon thumbs at the space right under the head, milking himself dry but still barely coating the ghoul beneath him.

Mountain thinks he blacked out. He must’ve. Cause now, Aeon lays prone on his chest, spreading the sticky mess of his spend between them and pressing his cock into the softness of his stomach. He’s still lazily grinding his hips, tugging on Mountain’s knot each time, clenching around his sensitive cock. He can't push him off, can't get him to stop, and it's too much. The tears that he’s managed to hold back finally fall.

Aeon gives a pleased hum against his chest, placing a quick kiss to the flush skin before tilting his head up, sticking out his tongue to lap at the salty streaks as they work their way down Mountain’s face.

“Thanks big guy.”

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #mountain #aeon #phantom #mountain x aeon #ghost band #the band ghost fic #ghost band fic #nameless ghoul #phantom ghost #phantom ghoul #aeon ghost #aeon ghoul #mountain ghost #mountain ghoul

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ghxstyfae · 5 months

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Little Doe ♡ John B headcanons

John b is just so daddy. He needs to take care of something, and he loves taking care of his little doe.

Warning: nsfw, not x reader, bit of dacryphilia,

He calls her doe, little doe, and doe-girl most of the time

Shes actually pretty tall, 5'7, very skinny and frail though.

They met somewhere in the middle of the woods. She was foraging for berries (living her aesthetic nara smith life) to make a berry pie.

Whem she heard him rustling around, watching her, her head snapped up with wide eyes, just like a deer and thats where the nickname stuck.

When they approached her she was wary of them, but outstretched her basket to offer strawberries.

She has longg brown hair, and brown eyes that John B absolutely LOVES

Hes always staring at her wide eyes, even helps her put on mascara sometimes when shes tired before they go out

Like most my girls, shes a big fan of Sanrio, her favourite being pompompuri

Doe isnt too hard to please, one of her biggest love languages is penguin pebbling. She adores when john b brings her little things that remind him of her.

That being said she did it first, making him little knitted projects, crocheted keychains, regular rocks, crystals, or whatever she thinks he might like.

Its just how she shows her affection.

Doe girl doesnt like wesring shirts. Or bras. Half the time shes walking around home or the chateau in just her loose pants, overalls, etc. Titties to thr wind

She also likes wearing outfits like this, this, and this

Daddy jombee gets a little upset at that (^^), especially at first when he and jj walks in to her wearing her patchwork overalls and knitting in the couch.

"Doe weve talked about this before" "if boys can have their tits out so can i daddy" that shut him up quickly enough, considering neither him nor jj were wearing shirts.

Shes lowkey a crybaby, very fragile emotionally and that makes her really anxious

Gets overstimulated from people VERY easily, she lives near a forest that shes constantly exploring whwn she wants a break

Every thursday and sunday they go on a date night, but sometimes she asks to cancel whatever plans they had and either stay in or have a picnic outside.

It didnt take long for the tradition to have 1 solo date night a week, and 1 date where they're around other people

Shes so extremely kinky, but would never share that verbally

Loves to be tied up, esp with the colourful rope Jombee uses.

Shes very quiet when JJ, Pope, Kiara, etc. Are around, even though theyve known eachother for a very long time

Its not that she doesn't like them, shes just a silent soul

As i mentioned, shes a crier, and John B loves it. He loves watching her wide eyes fill up with tears as she takes him, gripping onto his back

Her nails are naturally a decent length and she shapes them sorta almond ish, but the scratch marks on daddys back are deep and sharp

She wakes up very early, almost 5 am every day, and she goes to bed at around 10:30.

First thing she does when she wakes up is makes a fruity smoothie (on weekends she'll make pancakes or waffles), take care of her plants, and finish up any laundry or dishes.

She is absolutely a morning bird, and looses her energy as the day goes on.

This results in naps from 2 pm to 3:40 (shes a creature of habit)

Shes lowkey very book smart buut not street smart at all. Kinda like Pope,

but worse, very oblivious. This is one of the reasons her and JB work so well together. He sees her as someone he gets to take care of

Holds his pinky instead of his whole hand

Doe always says the right thing. Shes a super comforting and empathetic person and is always the person to go too when you need advice

Hates scary things, she really is like a deer in headlights at any sign of horror or danger.

#fanfiction #john b #john b routledge #obx fanfiction #obx #outer banks #john b routledge x reader #john b x f!reader

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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WSO Threesome with Bob and Fanboy cause WSOs do it better #strictlyscandolus

Because WOSs do it better indeed. They really do. Imagine it though.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut. Double Penetration.

It has to be a double penetration type situation because how could you not want to be stuffed to the very brim with both of them at the same time. I mean just think about it with me for a minute or two.

Bobs got you on his stomach, hes supporting you from behind while hes fucking slow and deep thrusts into your pukering ass. Laying on his back against your mattress, his feet pressed into the covers as he lifts his hips to shove himself a little deeper inside you. Disappearing into you like your ass was made for him and only him.

“Ahhh that's it, pretty girl, I've got you–feels so good for me though, how about you touch yourself for me?” Bobs mumbling through his southern drawl as your head falls back against his shoulder, kissing your temple as you moan out a mantra of pleasure that is just music to Bob's ears.

“Ahhh Fuck! Bob, baby, s’big.” You're curling your clit, collecting your own arasoul as you do before Mickey is groaning at the sight. Reminding you of what's to come.

“I know, I know darlin but you’re taking me so good, isn't she Mick?” Mickeys been kneeling at the end of your bed, pumping himself to the sight of Bob Floyd fucking your ass as he holds your knees apart.

“So good baby, but let's see how well you do taking us both together.” It's the slow crawl Mickey does up the bed that has you itching at the anticipation. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you Micky, so fucking bad.” You're babbling at this point, you'd say whatever either of them wanted you to say in order to feel them both. “Fuck me–” Its all Mickey Garcia needs before hes slapping the tip of his length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Watching as you try to run from him, but Bobs holding you still on top of him.

“Oh no, no don't you run from us, pretty girl, we’re just getting started with you.” Bob hissed as he felt Mickeys pressing in, stretching you out and stuffing you full, slowly, but surely burying himself to the very hilt of his cock.

“AAHHH FUCK!” Crying out you gritted your teeth, revealing in the pleasure that washed over you like a fucking tsunami. “Yess–ahh fugh–s’good, so fucking good!”

“You look so pretty between us, baby.” Mickey cooed as he reached for your cheeks, squeezing your lips together. “Are you our fuck hole baby?” You nodded frantically, like if you didn't answer immediately all of this would stop and you'd be left empty. “Are you our dirty little fuck toy?” Again, without hesitation you nodded frantically, moaning as both men drove themself in and out of your respective holes.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Please–please don't stop.” Mickey's grip on your cheeks with Bob's hands snacking around to choke you gently mixed so well, you couldn't breathe, couldn't see through the tears as your face turned hot to the touch from the lack of oxygen. “Please don’t fucking stop–!”

“Fuck Bob shes just begging for more isnt she, so greedy.” MIckey thought he'd pick up the pace in response to your pleas, thrusting himself in and out of your perfect cunt as sat back on his knees, removing his hand from your cheeks to lock his fists around your ankles to keep them high in the sky. “Cant wait to see how you walk around base tomorrow, dirty fucking whore huh?”

“Such a greedy thing, look at how well she's taking us Mick, so tight and stuffed.” Bob let his head fall back against the mattress as he bucked his hips, his hands cupping at your ass as he took your full weight. “So good baby, oh so fucking good for us.”

It felt otherworldy, Bob and Fanboy fucking your holes like you were there toy, their plaything. You'd never felt so full, so stuffed. You were a sweaty mess between the two aviators that were fucking you so dirty and raw.

“I wanna cum!” Crying you groaned as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching. “I wanna cum so bad please please please–ahhh fugh!”

“You hear that Bob, She wants to cum for us.” Mickey was unrelenting in his pace, never stopping for a second as he brought one hand down to press the pad of his thumb against your clit.

“Let's give her what she wants, Fanyboy, let's make her scream.” Bob growled as he fucked up into your ass fast and hard. When Mickey was pulling back Bob was thrusting in, a perfect rythem had been set to send you over the edge. “Cum for us baby, scream for us, show us how well we fuck you sensless.”

You were listening, but had lost the ability to formulate a proper sentence as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw slacked. The back of your head hit Bob's shoulder as you came hard around Mickey's cock, clenching him to new extremes as your walls fluttered and your ass tightened.

“FUCK!!!! Uuuhhhhh ffuugghhh yesss.!!” Trembling in between Mickey Garcia and BOb Floyd, they weren't anywhere near finished with you. Changing positions, manhandling you as you came down from the most intense high ever. It was Bobs turn to have his way with you, and Mickeys turn to fuck your pretty ass.

“Make sure you tell those pilot friends of yours that Weapons Systems Officers do it better baby.” Bob grinned as he leaned in to kiss your lips, thrusting into you without warning as you moaned his name into his mouth.

“So much better.” Mickey did the same, shuffling beneath you, reaching around to guide himself into your ass. “We do it so much better.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd & Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous robert ‘bob’ floyd #strictly scandalous mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia #strictly scandalous // top Gunn #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia

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