#sobbing. my mask was soaking wet

[burger-goblin]

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[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Price hiring Ghost to teach his bratty daughter, you a lesson

Part 2

He trusts him with his life. He knows he's a good man and would never really hurt you.

And he's a man. Not one of those boys that you sneak out with. He's a seasoned soldier. He's seen some shit. He's been through hell and back. He won't stand your bratty behavior one bit.

So basically Ghost is there to babysit a grown woman. And Price has given him the green light to do anything he saw fit with you.

Your mouth hangs open and your eyes widen the moment you set eyes on him. DAMN he's huge. And the mask is terrifying. And frankly a bit (a lot) arousing.

He threatens to get you on his lap the moment you act up and start whining which makes you act up even more.

"I need to go shopping. Where's my dad's credit card? I know I had it." "No you don't. And it's over, princess. No more access to his bank account."

You gasp dramatically and within seconds you're sobbing and squealing out incoherent words.

"Shh, princess. C'mere." he coos as he brings you to sit on his lap. He places your head on his chest, brushing his fingers through your hair as you bawl your eyes out until you pass out.

But him being soft with you does not last long as you get more comfortable around him and throw tantrums more often. And he's had it with the goddamn banshee screams.

That's when you end up on his lap almost every night. One hand holding your hip so you can't squirm away and one big strong palm hitting against your ass so hard, the sound reverberates through the room mixing with your cries and screams.

If you ever start whining about a boy, he just shushes you with a warning and goes on with his day, but if you ever try to sneak out, that's when you end up on all fours as he slaps your pussy repeatedly until you're a whining mess, both because of the pain, also the heat and slick between your legs.

And if you've been extra bratty that day, that's when he gets his cock out, slowly sliding through your folds, teasing you. Then he suddenly slams his fat cock into your soaking wet pussy as you let out sobs of pain and pleasure, muffled by the pillows.

And he starts moving without letting you adjust, hips slamming against your ass with full force, your needy little pussy stretched out so wide, the aching pleasure of his thick veiny cock dragging along your sensitive walls, so sweet and delicious.

And he cums inside. His thick warm cum filling up your womb. Not afraid to get you pregnant. Maybe you'll be less bratty then.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[lunitawrites]

Heavy Rain - a Joel Miller one shot

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: explicit

summary: It´s been raining for weeks when Joel finds you curled up on his couch.

warnings: reader struggles with mental health (please note that this is not based on any scientific diagnosis of a mental illness, it is coming from my experience struggling with my own mental health), crying, smut (PiV), heavy emotions

a/n: This is for @undercoverpena´s April Showers Challenge. You can find the rest of the works under the #UndercoverAprilShowersChallenge tag.

word count: 850

The rain feels heavy on Joel's shoulders as he arrives home that evening. It's not unusual for the Texan spring to be this wet, but this time the rain stretches over weeks, painting the blue spring skies grey, soaking the dusty terrain until it turns into mud under his shoes.

His house is cold, almost feels damp as the walls soak up the never-ending rain. You are lying on his couch, only lit by the fluorescent light of the muted TV, displaying commercials, long forgotten by its audience.

He can hear your quiet sobs from across the room. He knows you noticed him, but you don´t turn, just pull your blanket tighter around your chin. He walks then, slow steps towards you, seemingly afraid that he might startle you if he moves faster.

You are silent now as the back of his knuckles brush on your cheeks. I know, he whispers into the darkness, not even sure if you can hear him.

He goes into the kitchen then, quietly closing the door behind him, when he is sure it won't bother you, he flicks on the lights. Half eaten cereal and a bottle of wine, only missing a glass from the burgundy liquid. Your journal lies open on the dinner table, its pages blank. He closes that first and then slowly and meticulously puts everything in order. He heats up soup from the freezer, puts on a kettle of water to boil.

When the kitchen is in order, he puts the soup and mint tea on a tray and returns to the living room. He places it on the coffee table in front of you. You open your eyes and give him the faintest of your smiles. A smile almost just to mask your lips trying to curl down, your eyes ready to cry. You sit up, the material of the blanket bunching around your waist, revealing the stained t-shirt you are wearing. You seem embarrassed for a moment when you notice and pull the blanket up to your chin again.

He offers you the soup then. He would feed you, but he is sure you would never let him do that. You take the bowl in your hands, lacing your fingers around it, enjoying the warmth radiating from the ceramic.

He leans back besides you, taking your calves and placing them over his lap, his hands drawing slow, mindless circles on your bare skin. Both of you stare at the muted TV in silence, none of you bothered enough to look for the remote to change the volume.

You put the bowl down as you finish and curl up again on the couch, removing your calves from Joel's lap. He can see tears in the corners of your eyes again, threatening to overflow and paint wet stripes on your cheeks. You swipe them away with the heel of your palms and squeeze your eyes shut. You hold your breath to keep yourself from crying.

Joel curls behind you, his whole body hugging yours. Breath, his mouth is on your ear, leaving a small kiss on the shell of your ear. So you do, let the air flow into your lungs. You keep it in for a few seconds and let it out slowly, feeling your tears escape your body the same time the air does.

You take his hand and press it against your chest, squeezing yourself impossibly close to him. The rain is still drip-drip-dripping on the windows, a monotonous sound that you cannot escape. I want it to end, you breathe and you both know you are not referring to the rain.

He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. You can feel his length hardening against the curve of your ass. He mumbles an apology and adjusts his position so that your bodies are no longer touching.

No, please, you push yourself back again, make love to me. The urge to have him inside you takes over your body. You push your underwear down, kick it off with your legs, and then reach behind to remove his jeans too. You hear his quiet hey, baby, stop; but your only answer is the squeaky pleas that are falling from your lips, landing straight at the bottom of his spine.

He takes his cock out, fully hard now, propping it to your entrance and entering you with one swift motion. You moan in unison at the feeling, his hands holding you close, splayed out on your stomach.

He fucks you then, no rush in his movements, peppering small kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders. He mewls quietly in your ear every time he fills you up. He does not stop until your body tenses around him, pleasure ripping through your tired body. When he comes, it is with a soft groan buried in your neck.

At least now I have something in me that I love, you whisper. The rain has stopped now, the only dripping sounds are his tears landing on the bare skin of your chest.

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Thank you so much for reading!

[goldfish-afterhours]

Genshin Characters When They Realize They Love You

Characters: Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao x gn!reader

Type/genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff, slight angst

Warnings: Self-doubt/anxiety, not proofread

Kaeya

Knows he loves you when you tolerate his antics

You see through his flirtatious mask, and though you may roll your eyes in exasperation sometimes, you never lose your patience with him

Sometimes you even join in on his bits, telling tall tales to children or helping him convince the town that drinks were half-off at the Angel’s Share tonight

“If enough people believe it, then Master Diluc has to follow through, right? Can’t let his regulars down~”

Kaeya has been itching to say those three words. He can feel it creeping up his throat everytime you scold him for taking his tricks too far, everytime you smile at him

But for some reason, he finds himself holding back

What if you leave? What if you perceive it as weakness?

What if you don’t love him back?

He knows these thoughts are irrational, but he cannot stop his worst fears from creeping into his head

But the longer he waits to say it, the deeper of a hole he digs for himself

He loved you with his entire being. He was only trying to protect himself

So how come you were standing in front of him, hands covering your face as you sobbed that he didn’t love you?

Upon seeing you in that state, in a panic Kaeya forgets about the scared little boy in the rain, and the words come rushing out before he can stop them

“I’m sorry. I love you, I love you more than anything in this world, I promise. I…I love you. So please…don’t cry.”

Childe

Realizes he loves you just as you are beating someone up for information

Not surprisingly, Childe is addicted to the thrill that danger brings. And if the thrill comes in the form of you, isn’t it obvious he is addicted to you as well?

And what else could that be but love?

Also he’s just into people who can beat him up

No such thing as a bad time or place. The moment he realizes he loves you, those three words are already flying out of his mouth

Everyone in the situation was stunned—it was enough to make you stop punching the treasurer hoarder in the face, and the treasurer horder was staring at him dumbfounded through bloodied, swollen eyes

“Don’t mind me, I just felt like saying it. As you were, then?”

Zhongli

Knows he’s in love with you when you remember the things he forgets

As a god, there weren’t many things he had to remember to carry on his physical person, so he’s still getting used to it

After all, what use is food to an immortal being, an umbrella when his clothes were already soaked in blood, or mora to the God of Money?

But after leaving his archonhood behind, he has to start carrying such things around

He’s trying his best, but is still getting used to it so he frequently forgets

But you remember for him

You show up at his workplace, lunchbox in hand, chiding him for forgetting when you worked so hard cooking it this morning

You show up just as he clocks out for the day, a large umbrella held over your head to block the pitter-patter of the rain, saying how you didn’t want him to get his new suit wet

You chase after Zhongli on his way to the marketplace, scolding him between pants for making you run to give him his wallet

You could’ve let him suffer the consequences for his airheadedness, but instead you go out of your way to cover for him, and he loves you so much for it

The next time you give him something he forgot, he thanks you with a kiss

“Thank you for bringing it for me, my flower. I love you.”

Xiao

Realizes he loves you when you stay, despite it all

You’re not afraid of him. Even as a bringer of death and destruction, you don’t even hesitate to be around him

Even as the dark forces of his karmic ties suffocate him, you stay by his side, comforting him with quiet encouragements as he endures the pain

It’s not just because you’re the only thing keeping him sane. Even when the whispers grow quiet, you bring a sense of peacefulness and serenity to Xiao, one he hasn’t felt in thousands of years

You make him feel safe

You’ve made it clear to him that you’re not going anywhere, and he cannot begin to express how much he needed you to ground him

On one of the days the demons become head-splittingly loud in his ears, you cradle him in your arms, whispering sweet nothings to overpower the voices

Slowly but steadily, they grew quieter and quieter, until all Xiao could hear was your honeyed voice and the sound of his own harsh breathing

Overcome with appreciation for you, he opened his mouth to say something, but he was exhausted

All he could utter were three words that only began to dip into the reverence he has for you

“I…love you.”

[amhrosina]

please i need more miguel smut. you’re single-handedly the best Miguel writer i’ve found.

Miguel with an oral obsession? Maybe a thing with over-marking?

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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a/n: here's a literal porn drabble that i couldn't get out of my head once i got this ask lol i have gotten a huge influx of requests so im going to be working my way through those over the next few days, also forcing everyone ive ever met to see the spiderverse movie with me, hope you enjoy!

warnings: oral fixation, oral (fem receiving), it is literally ALL smut, edging, overstimulation, squirting, biting kink, let me know if i missed any!

Smut directly under the cut!

“Shh, shh, shh, cariño. You can do it. Give me another one, honey.”

Miguel’s face was contorted into a mask of pure concentration. He held a predatory gaze on the slickness between your thighs, pumping two fingers in and out of your tight cunt, which hadn’t stopped clenching around him since your second orgasm. You had lost count, blissed out on the euphoria of Miguel’s tongue and fingers working together harmoniously to undo you, but you had to be nearing four or five by now, a feat you were sure he would let go straight to his ego. 

“I c-can’t.” You stuttered, momentarily allowing your exhaustion to catch up with you. You sunk into the comforter, squeezing your eyes closed. “‘ts too much.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You sure about that? You want me to stop, honey?” He began to pull his fingers out of you at a slow, tortuous pace, brushing the soft spot deep inside your pussy, enticing a choked moan from your throat.

You frantically shook your head, nearly in tears as you cried out. “No, no, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned up at you before pressing a fleeting kiss to your clit, sending a spasm of pleasure directly up your spine. You arched off the bed, only to be shoved back down by Miguel’s thick, muscled shoulders. “You’re so wet, baby.”

His gaze had grown lusty again, and you nearly came from the look on his face alone. Mesmerized, completely enamored with the sight in front of him, he licked his lips before diving forward, connecting his mouth to your pussy for what you hoped wasn’t the last time of the evening.

The effect was immediate, pleasure shooting throughout your body, a dilating heat building deep in your core. His fingers were less intense, more focused on working with his tongue to coax the heat forward. Your thighs, which were considerably damp from your immense pleasure, shook with overstimulation against Miguel’s head. 

“Oh.” You breathed, sucking in a large breath. 

“Let me see your eyes, baby.” He purred, circling your clit with his dexterous tongue. “Wanna see them when you come, okay?”

You nodded, agreeing with him before he could finish his sentence. You barely heard him, so desperate to come that you would have agreed to just about anything coming out of his mouth. Almost immediately, his words slipped away from your mind. Your eyes slid closed, lost in the pleasure coursing throughout your body, and only opened again when the sharp prick of his fangs dug into your inner thigh.

“Miguel!” His name left your mouth in a combination of a moan and sob. He was licking the fresh wound, cleansing the ache, but staring at you intently as he did so.

“What did I just say?” He kissed the mark, but refused to return to his previous task of licking your soaked cunt.

“I-uh.” You blinked at him, trying your hardest to sort through the last five minutes in your mind, which was an exceptionally difficult task considering how close you’d been to coming all over his face moments before. “Um.” You added, unhelpfully.

His eyebrows twitched, watching your desperation grow as he continued his refusal to move. “You don’t remember?”

You shook your head, whimpering slightly when his deep sigh fanned his breath across your cunt. He smirked a little, shaking his head again.

“Hmm.” He said before tilting his chin and biting into a more sensitive patch of skin on your inner thigh. Euphoria blazed through your body, rising almost to the peak you were so desperate to reach. You were on the crux of an earth shattering orgasm, it was right there, but Miguel pulled his mouth away from the mark, smiling widely when you outright sobbed. 

He did it again, and again, and again, edging you closer and closer to the brink before pulling away. He had to be running out a space, you thought deliriously as he sunk his fangs into your skin again. Panting moans echoed across the room. This wasn’t something you did often - Miguel almost never allowed himself to indulge - but when you did, it was euphoria like you’d never experienced before. You were high on the obscenity of it all, and the blown out pupils in his eyes were enough to tell you he was feeling it too. 

His eyes.

“My eyes! When I come!” You yelped, finally remembering the words he’d uttered fifteen minutes prior.

“I knew you had it in you.” A satisfied smirk played on his lips. “Can I make you come now, honey?”

“Please.” You begged, sheer, unrelenting desperation clear in your voice.

He began licking your clit earnestly, seemingly beyond teasing or taunting you. His priority had shifted from building the fire in your core to fueling it. His fingers worked seamlessly with his tongue, pumping in and out of the tight hole with such precision, you were convinced he was born to be between your legs. 

“Oh, God,” you gasped, clutching at Miguel’s shoulders, “I’m so c-close.”

“Mmm, I know, baby.” He hummed against your clit, “Doing so good for me. Look so pretty like this.” 

You shuttered against him, trying your best to keep your eyes open and on him, though you were both so far gone at this point, you didn’t think it mattered. The fire in your belly had begun to spread, up, up, up, until every part of you was warm. Your orgasm came hurtling after it, shocking your system into euphoria, and you could do nothing but ride it out on Miguel’s tongue. 

Seconds or minutes went by - time was tricky when you were this blissed out - but you finally came to, coated in sweat and panting heavily. Miguel was grinning wildly from between your legs, and as the Earth righted itself again, you realized how incredibly damp he looked. 

“Oh. My. God.” You muttered, eyes widening with the realization of what you’d just done. “I didn’t mean to! How did- What did I- I’m so sorry!”

You’d never seen Miguel so elated.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He stated firmly, nuzzling against your thighs. “You magnificent creature. We’re doing that again as soon as you can handle it.”

You shook with anticipation, unsure if Miguel would ever let you leave your bed again. You didn’t think you minded if he didn’t. 

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[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 8

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; explicit sexual content; unprotected sex;

Chapter Summary: In which Simon and his neighbour exchange confessions (and bodily fluids).

Word Count: 3.9K

Come Monday evening, Simon Riley found himself facing his hardwood floors, strong, firm biceps holding him steady in a strong plank. 

The heavy rain splattered loudly against his windows, the howling winter wind unrelenting against the building’s edges. He had turned the small heater on hours ago, but he knew if he wasn’t settling his daily score of push-ups he would be freezing regardless.

Johnny had left the previous evening, taking the overly excited pup out of his neighbor’s hands, and Simon had busied himself with deep cleaning the flat, finishing the day with some much needed exercise to take the edge off. He both loathed and yearned for the anxious nerves bubbling in his stomach everytime he thought about his last encounter with the young woman next door.

He had found no relief in the familiar touch of his own hand, nothing nearly satisfying enough to keep his mind from wandering back to her kitchen, and the wetness coating his fingers inside her warmth. 

He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants once again, permanently hard with the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced, since he first felt her eager grip around his base, and the languid strokes that had almost brought him over the edge. Johnny hadn’t shut up about having caught them in the middle of something, despite Simon’s unyielding denial and threats to dump his corpse over the canal, and he knew he would never let it go.

He pulled himself off the floor, joints popping semi-painfully as he checked his watch.Simon couldn’t deny the unsettling concern twisting in his stomach as he checked the time again: Riley should have been home at least an hour ago. He admonished himself for having studied her routine so well, knowing she would most likely find it creepy, but as soon as he pulled his hoodie over his head, he heard her keys jiggle in the hallway.

As per their usual routine, he waited for her to be ready to spend some time with him, putting on his face mask and walking over to the stove, beginning to heat up dinner as he heard her move about. 

Was that…sniffling? 

He knew something was off the moment she meekly knocked on the door, and he wasn’t surprised to find tears rolling down her freckled cheeks, hair messy from the wind, still in her oversized scrubs reeking of cat piss.

“Bloody hell…” He recoiled from the stench. “Wha’ happened to you?”

“I had the worst day ever!” She cried weakly, shoulders slouched in defeat as Simon softly pulled her inside.

“I can see that, love.” He cocked his head to the right “Wanna talk about it?”

“I had to put down a puppy.” She sobbed into her hands and his heart broke at the pain in her voice, the way she trembled. “Then we got two feral cats to spay and one of them pissed all over me, I stepped on dog shit on the way home, got soaked from the rain because I forgot my umbrella and my hot water isn't working.”

She sighed, exhausted, and Simon waited patiently for her breaths to slow down, stepping closer carefully.

Then he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, engulfing her in a loving embrace that had her head buried in his chest. At first she had resisted, palms pressed against the muscled span of his broad shoulders.

“Simon…I stink.” 

“So do I, love.” He muttered into her hair, holding her tighter until eventually she relaxed, sighing deeply at the comforting touch, her hands holding onto his hoodie as if she was afraid he would let go too soon. He wouldn’t.

“I ain’t very good with words.” He admitted, arms still secured around her back as she inhaled his scent, his chin propped up on her head. “But how about you take a shower here while I fix yours, and then we eat some dinner, yeah?”

“You can’t always be the one cooking, you know.” She frowned, lifting her head up to look at him.

“Nonsense. M’ home all day anyway.” His thumb wiped away stray tears, a gesture he had so quickly become accustomed to. “Besides, we both know I do it much better.”

“Asshole.” Riley giggled, wiping her nose, and Simon smiled under his mask in genuine happiness.

***

Riley Thomas crossed her arm over her chest, fully naked in her neighbor’s bathroom as she reached for the fluffy towel he had arranged for her. Her scrubs and underwear were discarded on a messy pile on the impressively clean tiles, and she grimaced at the view.

She shivered, freezing, despite the heater Simon had bothered to move to warm up the small space while she washed, quickly realizing she had forgotten to ask him to retrieve some of her own clothes.

“Simon?” She called out nervously from behind the door, but got no response. She sighed deeply before walking out into the hallway, towel wrapped tight around her body as she walked around the flat, trying to find him.

The decorations were overall scarce, most of the rooms in desperate need of a woman’s touch, but she couldn’t help being surprised at how immaculate he had left his home, so in contrast with the constant layer of dust and pet fur in her apartment.

She slowly walked into the last room at the end of the corridor, feeling vulnerable as she found his bedroom, just as tidy as the rest of the house. Simon was nowhere to be seen, but she felt oddly watched as she noticed a picture on top of a dresser, the dim light coming from the window barely enough to make out the silhouettes. She stepped closer, curiously.

Two very young boys smiling brightly, sitting on a young woman’s lap. A scrawny, odd looking man behind the three of them. The father, she figured. 

Riley marveled at the chubby blonde boy’s face, frozen in permanent happiness, big brown eyes so innocent and endearing. She lifted a finger absentmindedly, eager to touch the family portrait.

As her skin neared the cool glass, cased between the frame, a deep, gravely voice spoke, like a ghost in the shadows:

“I was 8. Tommy was still a little lad.” 

She startled, eyes snapping back to him, gripping the towel closer to her frame.

“I was looking for you.” She muttered, as a form of apology, but he didn’t seem even remotely upset.

“Just fixed your shower.” He lifted her apartment keys, turning on a small lamp and stepping closer, setting them down on top of the dresser.

“Did you check on Milo?”

“‘Course. Big geezer. Sleeping on your pillow.” Simon kept a respectful distance, but frowned at her bare feet on the cold floors.

“I forgot to ask you for my clothes.”

“Thought about’it. Didn't wanna touch your stuff without your permission, though.” He shrugged apologetically before pointing at his dresser. “Make yourself at home, take whatever you need.”

Riley turned away from his gaze shyly, looking over her shoulder at his room.

“Your bed is huge.”

“I’m a big man.”

“That you are.” Her eyebrow rose in delight as she quickly looked him up and down, and Simon didn’t miss the mischievous glint in her eyes at the double meaning of her words.

He blushed, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face, taking the initiative to pick warm, comfortable clothes for her to wear.

“Your mother is beautiful.” She spoke softly, careful of what her words might trigger.

Simon froze, silent for a whole minute, before he replied:

“That she was.” His heart ached at the thought, but Riley’s presence seemed to somewhat soothe the deep, unforgiving pain of grief. 

She went quiet, afraid she had overstepped some unspoken boundary, but Simon was quick to dismiss it as he passed her a pair of thick woolen socks.

“Put those on, before you catch yourself a cold.” 

“You know…I didn’t expect you to own face wash.” She tried to change the subject as she sat on his bed, dismissing his command.

Simon turned, offended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you know…big, broody, mysterious guy…just didn’t seem like the type to worry about skin care.” She shrugged, teasing him.

“I’ll let you know I have wonderful skin.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Who taught you about skin care?” Riley leaned back on her arms, less worried about holding the towel as she relaxed further into his bed.

“Why? You jealous?” 

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Maybe.”

“Hm.” Simon stepped closer, slowly kneeling in front of her bare legs. Her heart skipped a beat as his calloused fingers casually wrapped around her cold ankles, grabbing the socks and pulling them gently over each of her feet. 

“I’m not the one going on dates.” He fired back, and she felt her cheeks heat at the accusation, removing a foot from his grasp.

“Never thought it’d bother you.” 

“Never said it did.” He countered, heavy gaze challenging hers.

“Well, did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Bother you?”

He cocked his head to the right, considering his next words carefully. He was about to stand up, but she pressed her foot into his shoulder, holding him down. Simon’s breath quickened at the bold gesture, fingers digging deeper into her calf, teetering on the edge of self control.

“You’re a single woman.” He grumbled, noncommittally. “You’re free to do whatever you please.”

“That right?”

“Of course.”

“What if I want to do you?”

The tension between the two only deepened as she leaned forward, chest heaving under that damn towel he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

“Choices have consequences.” He muttered, gaze unfaltering as he gently grabbed her ankle and slowly lowered it from his shoulder. Instead, he yanked it forward, pulling the young woman closer to the edge of his mattress. If he so much as looked down he would have the perfect view of her naked sex, kneeling there so menacingly between her parted knees. His eyes, however, wouldn’t leave hers as he awaited for her next move.

Riley’s breath caught in her throat as she quickly held the towel against her breasts, legs trembling slightly. Goosebumps littered her skin as she bit her lip, considering his words.

“I want you.” She whispered, as if afraid the words would force him to retreat and hide behind his cold and detached demeanor. “I don’t care about anything else.”

“You should.” He leaned closer, fingers trailing up her calves and the back of her knees. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me.”

She cradled his face carefully, looking down into his eyes so adoringly Simon felt his heart skip a beat. And then her fingers were hooked on the sides of his mask, pulling it down ever so carefully. He saw her hold her breath in anticipation.

A strong nose, probably broken one too many times, Riley noticed as she traced the small bump with her pointer finger. A massive scar that went all the way from his left ear to the underside of his chin, splitting the side of his chapped lips in a pinkish and white trail of skin. She felt her hand tremble as she softly grazed it with her nail, feeling his fingers gripping her legs tighter. Her thumbs caressed the sides of his stubbled, strong jaw as she admired his features in a trance.

“Then tell me.” She begged, face so close to his they were sharing avid breaths.

“For starters” His dark brown eyes finally moved down to her lips, incapable of facing her potential judgment “I’m 35 and I ain’t never been in a serious relationship. Not that there haven’t been any deserving women. I just thought they deserved better than me.”

Riley opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her with a gentle finger to the lips, silently willing her to listen.

“Don’t have much of an education either. After I was done with school I was a butcher’s apprentice, and then I joined the army. All I was ever good for was a night of quick fun. No strings attached.” Simon admitted, large hands now back on her legs, rubbing soothing circles on the cooling skin.

“I don’t care.” She whispered, joining her forehead to his, fingers delving into his blonde locks.

“You’re not listening.”

“I am! I just-”

“I’ve killed people, Riley.”

Simon could physically feel the change in demeanor. He expected it. He noticed how her shoulders slouched, how dozens of questions flashed through her mind and her fiery persistence was considerably doused when faced with reality. People always preferred to ignore what being a soldier actually meant.

“I’m damn good at what I do.” Her fingers tightened in his scalp. “And my performance solely relies on the premise that I have nothing to lose. If I allow myself to indulge in this, as much as I’d love to - and trust me, I fuckin’ want to - I won’t be able to keep doin’ my job. And the job is all I know, all I’ve ever had.”

A long minute of silence ensued, their foreheads still joined together.

Simon’s stomach twisted with anxiety, and he could feel cold sweat starting to bead on his back. He was trying to mentally prepare for her rejection, but he realized he couldn’t. He had never cared this much about anyone before.

What he wasn’t expecting was the feel of her soft, tentative lips pressed against his own, cold on warm skin as her fingers locked him into place in a determined kiss. Simon groaned into her mouth, blood immediately rushing down as her tongue slowly explored his parted lips, fingers pulling on his scalp.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fight it any longer as Riley pulled him impossibly close, hands descending into the hem of his hoodie and tentatively roaming under the fabric. She sighed contently into his lips, feeling the firm muscle and the soft trail of hair she was so eager to explore.

She gasped, tilting her head back as his warm lips moved to her neck, calloused hands secured around her thighs, kneading the flesh slowly. With eyes shut, thoughts lost in the bliss of finally feeling his tender touch, Riley pulled down the towel, baring her round breasts and letting it pool on her navel.

Simon’s lustful gaze darkened, descending his trail of wet kisses all the way down to her collarbone, lovebites marked upon her cooling skin as his hand reached up to knead her tit.

“You sure about this?” he murmured against her skin.

“Are you gonna make me beg?” She sighed deeply in pleasure as his thumb and pointer finger rolled her peaked nipple carefully. He licked a long stripe between the valley of her breasts, humming softly with eyes shut as if he was savoring her taste, before his lips left sloppy kisses along her other mound.

“Maybe.” He teased, tongue darting out to circle her left nipple, wetting it for a few seconds before retreating as soon as he felt her fisting the comforter, a strangled moan barely having left her pretty lips. “I think I’d enjoy the sound of that.”

“Simon, please…”She whispered as he licked the other one, this time for longer, before suckling on it, a deep groan rumbling in his chest.

“I was right, I do enjoy it.” He taunted before sucking her tits patiently, and agonizingly slow.

Riley trembled under his touch, trying not to seem too desperate as warm slick pooled between her naked thighs, fingers tangling in his scalp and pulling roughly as he reached a particularly sensitive spot that made her walls clench.

“Fuck” She moaned as his mouth parted from her chest, thumbs rubbing circles on her nipples, coated in his saliva. “Please…”

“Please what, love?” She sighed in desperate frustration, grinding her hips into the air when he pinched her sensitive skin.

“I need more.” She pawed at his hoodie, trying to pull it over his head.

“Greedy little thing.” Simon rumbled as he helped her strip his torso, a mass of muscle, scars and tattoos that left her breathless as her hands eagerly reached for his abdomen. But Simon wasn’t done yet, palm pressing against her chest, softly coaxing her to lay back down on the mattress.

“Simon…”

“Hm.” He grunted, lips already pressed into her inner thigh as he lifted her knees, placing her calves on each of his shoulders. He felt her legs tremble uncontrollably as he removed the towel from her lower body at once, exposing her glistening cunt, and making his half-hard cock twitch in his briefs.

“You don’t have to” She muttered as he sucked a hickey into her supple flesh, nearing the apex of her thighs, stubble tickling her sensitive skin. Riley’s fingers dug into the comforter, eyes shut in anticipation and nervousness as she felt his open mouthed kisses almost reach her folds.

“Don’ worry, love. This will be the best meal you’ll ever serve me.” She smiled shyly, cheeks heating at his gravely words.

Simon stuck out his tongue, but instead of placing it where she needed him most, he gave a series of slow, calculated licks to the delicate skin right next to her folds, as if he mimicked what he would do to her bundle of nerves in a few seconds. Riley whimpered at the tease, trying to wiggle her hips to reposition them under his mouth, but his hands held her down firmly.

“Where were we?”

“Huh?” She groaned in frustration, and he chuckled against her skin.

“With the begging.”

“Simon!” She whined as he licked around her folds once again, humming contently as he avoided the center of her sex. “Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, eat me out!” She sighed deeply, cheeks bright red at the filthy words, but the embarrassment was quickly forgotten as he placed a delicate kiss on her clit, slowly building it up with languid movements of his tongue, side to side, as if he was making out with her cunt.

Riley let out a strangled moan, slack jawed and back arching from the bed as he carefully kissed, licked, and sucked on her soaked folds, tongue circling the small bud expertly, before moving down and teasing her entrance. Her hand reached down blindly, and he was quick to hold it with his own, fingers interlacing as he lapped at her sex hungrily.

The young woman was burning up under his touch, breath quickening too soon, too easily, and she felt embarrassed at how fast she’d crumble if he kept up his ministrations.

“Simon..”A warning.

“Hm.” He grunted into her, lost in her pleasure before he aimed his tongue lower and licked her from hole to hole, and then hole to hole to clit.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned loudly, and he hummed in approval, repeating the action again and again until he felt her tightening her grip on his hand, the other hand firmly gripping his locks.

“Please.” She begged, and he couldn’t refuse, using his thumb to collect the wetness at her entrance and sinking it into her tight hole slowly.

“I’m gonna cum.” Her voice broke, chest heaving.

“I know.” He latched his mouth onto her swollen clit, tongue gliding on it from side to side in quick movements as his calloused thumb slowly massaged her inside.

The pleasure blinded her as she reached her peak. The way her whole body trembled at once, toes curling and breath caught in her throat, back arched as she fisted his hair painfully tight. Simon didn’t care, he didn’t stop for one second, even when his tongue began cramping.

At last, Riley grabbed his shoulders, still panting as she reached for him, and he made an effort to get off his knees.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned as his joints popped painfully.

She was already grinning and giggling as he held her gaze.

“Not a word, kid.” He warned and she laughed even harder, reaching her arms up for him to join her.

Simon pulled down his sweatpants and briefs, rock hard cock springing free before he carefully placed his body on top of hers, forearms bracing his weight.

“Hello, love.” He kissed her nose tenderly, before kissing her cheeks, her chin and her forehead, as she had once done to him on that drunken night. She smiled happily, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss that tasted like her pleasure, legs spread to accommodate him.

“Hello, Lieutenant.” She teased and he nibbled on the side of her neck playfully, making her giggle. “Getting a little too old to stay on your knees for so long?”

“I didn’ hear ya complainin’ two minutes ago.” He taunted, hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as her nails grazed his muscled back. 

“Fair enough.” She reached down between their bodies, pumping his thick cock with a lustful gaze.

“Still up for it, love?” Simon tried to not act as eager as he felt, so close to his peak that he’d be lucky if he gave her three good pumps.

“Get inside of me.” She commanded firmly, spreading further.

“Yes m’am.” 

Simon Riley obeyed, always good at following orders. 

He rubbed his leaking tip on her sensitive clit, eliciting a low moan from her pretty lips, before trying to sink it in slowly.

“Bloody hell…you’re so tight.” He groaned into her ear, stopping slightly as he heard her hiss in pain at the stretch of his thick shaft.

 “You okay, love?”

“It hurts…” She whispered, legs trembling at the intrusion once he penetrated a few inches deeper deeper. “It’s okay, I’ll get used to it.”

“If you need to stop, we stop, yeah? No questions asked.” He reassured, kissing her sweaty brow.

“Please don’t stop.” She begged, readjusting her hips for a smoother entrance.

Simon kissed her neck tenderly, letting his cock sink into her wet heat a little deeper, feeling her breath quicken with his own.

“Relax, love. It’ll make it easier.” He coaxed into her ear, feeling her nod against his skin as her body slowly loosened up under him.

He began a series of shallow thrusts, working his way inside her tight hole inch by inch, feeling his meaty length get progressively wetter, movements becoming sloppier as he finally bottomed out, the sound of skin slapping on skin almost drowning out their moans.

“Oh. My. God.” She whimpered in between thrusts, Simon’s pace quicking as he felt her moving past the pain and into that fucked out expression he had dreamt of seeing so many nights.

“If you keep moaning like that, this is gonna be over sooner than expected, sweetheart.” He panted, body now slamming forcefully into hers, her tits bouncing with each rut of his hips.

“I hope your pullout game is good” She blurted out, eyes rolling back as he hit a lovely spot inside her walls, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“Yeah, princess, me too.” 

Simon couldn’t take it anymore. Her breathy moans, the headboard slamming, his heavy sack sticking to her sweaty skin each time he moved, the tight grip of her walls around his fat cock and the vulgarity of her spread legs were sending him spiraling.

But it was the adoring way in which she looked at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him intensely, before looking at him with hazy eyes and uttering the four most terrifying words he had ever heard, that made him shoot a load inside of her.

“I love you, Simon.”

Fuck. 

He came apart.

A/N: You guys already know the drill...so sorry for taking forever to post! As always I love your feedback, messages and asks, so please keep them coming <3

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[literatecowboy]

Playing Chase

Ghost x Soap x Reader This one-shot is my Secret Santa gift for the lovely @gremlingottoosilly as a part of @bunnyreaper's genius fanfiction Secret Santa event. Warnings: CNC, outdoors, woods, rough sex, NSFW, PIV, oral sex, etc.

You tore through the woods, branches whipping by your face and sticks and leaves crunching over your heavy strides. You paid no mind to the noise - there was no time for stealth, not anymore. They were on to you. 

A laugh rang out from the woods behind you as you stumbled over a tree root. Clawing at the dirt, you pulled yourself up, a broken sob escaping your lips as he spoke. 

“Come out, come out, bonnie. There’s no use running, we’re going to find ye,” Johnny crooned. You could hear the sound of heavy footfalls behind you, gaining ground every second. He wasn’t running - he didn’t have to. 

You clung to the tree you’d hauled yourself up with the assistance of, peering around the wide trunk toward where Johnny’s voice had come from. He’d gone quiet - the footfalls had ceased. Wind rustled through the trees around you. 

“Boo.” you shrieked and whirled around only to find yourself caught in the trap they’d planned so perfectly. 

Gloved hands seized your wrists and pinned them above your head. The man in the skull mask who’d caught you pushed you back against the tree, pushing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. 

There was a pause. 

“Color?” he whispered gently into your ear, his grip loosening slightly on your wrists. 

“Green.” you murmured. With all the confirmation he needed, he pushed you roughly back against the tree, not hesitating to shove his free hand up your shirt to grope your chest. You bit back a moan as your boyfriend Johnny came into view, a devilish grin on his face. 

“Got ya, lovely bonnie,” he teased, coming up beside Ghost and seizing you by the hips. He drew you in for a kiss that you returned eagerly, tongue clashing with his until he was shoved away. 

“Share some of our girl, will ya, Johnny?” Ghost asked, pulling his hand from under your shirt and tugging his balaclava up above his nose. His lips found yours and you kissed him just as eagerly as you had Johnny. 

“What about me, LT?” Johnny pouted, palming the bulge in his trousers as he watched you and Ghost kiss aggressively. 

“You’ll get your turn. I’m the one who caught her,” Ghost growled. 

“Takin’ too long,” Johnny mumbled. His hands found the hem of your pants and they were rucked down unceremoniously, exposing you to the elements. 

You gasped and tried to squirm away as Johnny pushed his fingers in between your folds, teasing the pad of his index finger gently against your clit. You were undeniably soaked, and as Johnny drew his fingers away, he pulled them to his mouth to savor the taste of you. 

“She wet, sergeant?” Ghost barked, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Wettest I’ve ever seen a bonnie,” Johnny growled, voice clouded with lust. Ghost reached down, gloved fingers probing at your entrance. He didn’t hesitate before sliding one inside, thrusting it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace while thumbing your clit. You gasped and arched your back against the tree, pressing your chest into him. 

“Please,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as Ghost shoved another finger in, more roughly this time. 

“Please what, bonnie?” Soap asked, the grin evident in his voice as he nibbled at your neck, tugging your shirt up and off to press kisses to your breasts. 

“Please!” you cried as Soap’s fingers found your clit, rubbing quick circles as Ghost’s fingers picked up the pace. You could feel your orgasm building and your legs trembled, going slack against the tree. 

“Gettin’ close, love?” Ghost rasped in your ear, pressing his body against yours as your boyfriends touched you. You could feel the bulge in his pants, hard and prominent, pressing against your hip. 

“Gonna need to be more specific,” he growled. 

“You’re bloody mean, LT.” Soap teased. Letting go of you with his free hand, he wrapped an arm around Ghost’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. 

The two seemed to almost forget about you for a moment. Ghost withdrew his fingers from you to press Johnny against the tree instead, grinding his bulge against the other man’s as they both groaned in unison. 

You seized your opportunity for escape and took off again, but only managed to stumble forward a few steps before falling to your hands and knees having tripped on your clothes which had been strewn across the forest floor. 

Rough hands found your hips and the sound of a zipper filled the night air, and before you could react, a long, hard cock was shoved deep inside of you. You moaned, unable to stop yourself as Ghost set a ruthless pace, pounding into you without warning. 

As your eyes fluttered back open, hazy and overwhelmed by pleasure, you were met by the sight of Johnny kneeling before you. He fisted his cock, face flushed as he watched Ghost take you from behind. 

“Fuck, yes!” you cried, feeling your orgasm beginning to build again as Ghost reached down to toy with your clit. 

“Color, bonnie?” Soap asked, tapping the head of his hard cock against your lips as he pulled your hair back, gathering it into a ponytail. 

“Gr-green! Please, harder!” you cried, trembling. As your orgasm overwhelmed you, your wrists gave out, leaving Johnny to support you so you wouldn’t fall face first into the dirt. 

You moaned around his cock as he slid it into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you were overwhelmed by pleasure. Johnny moaned as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, but the noise was cut off as Ghost pulled him into a kiss above you as they took you from both ends. 

Even as you came down from one orgasm, you could feel another building. Ghost’s thrusts were more erratic now, stuttering as he neared his own release. 

“Gonna fill you up, good girl.” he growled as he leaned forward to bite your shoulder, renewing the previous mark he’d left on you. 

Johnny pulled away from you, sitting back and fisting his cock as he watched you and Ghost cum at the same time. You cried out in pleasure and Ghost grunted as he filled you, pulling your body back into his so you wouldn’t fall face first into the dirt. 

As you panted, doing your best to catch your breath, Ghost gently pulled out of you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Got enough in the tank left to take care of our boy?” he asked gently, rubbing your hips. You nodded, and he guided you toward Johnny who was nearing orgasm. 

“Fuck, bonnie, you’re so beautiful.” Johnny groaned. You leaned in to kiss him and he pulled you close as you fisted his cock, making him shudder and moan. 

Ghost bent down and licked up Johnny’s shaft, taking the top part of Johnny’s cock into his mouth as you played with the lower part and kissed him. 

“Cum for us,” you murmured against his lips as he groaned, his hips stuttering. He did in an instant, filling Ghost’s mouth with his seed. 

The three of you lay there against the tree, catching your breath together. Ghost eventually moved away to fetch the supplies they’d stored and returned with a backpack. He cleaned you gently with a washcloth as Johnny fed you a granola bar and made you take sips from a water bottle, and the two gently dressed you in spare clothes before laying out a blanket and laying down with you curled in between them. 

“Did you like that, bonnie? We didn’t hurt you or anything?” Soap asked, stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your cheek as you cuddled into him. 

“It was lovely, actually. Everything I fantasized about. Thank you, both of you, for indulging me,” you said with a smile. Ghost pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and squeezed you gently from where he was cuddling you from behind.

“Anything for you, love. You’re our girl.” he murmured, squeezing Johnny’s hand.

As you slowly drifted to sleep, nestled safely between the men you loved, you’d never felt more at ease.

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 8. Fucking Machine - Helmut Zemo

Kinktober Day 8. Fucking Machine - Helmut Zemo

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, bdsm, dom/sub, mouth gag, crying, begging, degradation, restraints, fucking machine, squirting, nicknames, no use of y/n

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“But- but I wan-want you”, the sob shook your chest, as you sucked in a deep breath, finally having the freedom to talk as your gag was removed, but your eye mask remained in place, soaked with tears.

Helmut tutted from somewhere to your side, “now, you know only nice gets get me, and what are you?” he asked in a condescending tone.

Trying to control your breathing, you took another deep breath, ashamed by your next answer, “a whore”.

“Yes, a whore who couldn’t keep her hands off of her cunt even after I instructed her to wait for me to get back. So some would say, you deserve this punishment dragă, if only you weren’t such a brat”. The disappointment in his voice was what upset you the most, kicking yourself for giving in to your desires so quickly.

The piece of material used as a gag was placed back over your mouth, cutting off any begging that you were about to continue with. You cried more like a baby, you knew you deserved this punishment but it was relentless, you should have known not to mess with your husband after the bad mood he’d been stuck in.

He had returned home, finding you in the shower, hand between your legs and you hadn’t even heard him come in to see you mumbling his name frantically trying to get off. His hand was on your arm before you could react, pulling you from the shower, water dripping everywhere and you knew better than to fight back.

You knew where he was taking you as he was tossed onto the bed, wetting the sheets. You’d expected him to position your body over his lap and spank your arse until you were sore and then fucked you nice and hard until he forgave you.

Instead, Helmut had handcuffed your wrists to the corners of the bed, eyemask and gag then attached so you couldn’t follow his movements or beg anymore that you were sorry, he’d heard it all before, you just couldn’t help being a brat sometimes.

Next were your legs, they too were strapped so that they were now spread wide for him to complete whatever plan he had decided upon. There were some shuffling noises and something heavy sounded like it was being dragged across the floor, you knew exactly what was happening, knowing how heavy the machinery was.

This led you to where you were now, you weren’t even sure how long it had been, hours? A few minutes? All you knew was that a dildo attached to the end of the fucking machine had been doing in and out of you for what felt like an eternity. Helmut continued to make sure you were lubed up well but every time you came - which seemed an excess amount - your cunt would contract so hard that the dildo would slip out and you would squirt all over it.

The machine was loud and your husband was in control of the remote, turning it faster and slower until you were quivering into an orgasm, time after time. Each thrust had you shifting up and down the bed, slowly at first, whirring with each movement and then an unnatural speed where the dildo turned into a blur and your cunt just had a constant pounding against all of those beautifully sensitive nerves until you were screaming and withering.

It went on and on, again and again, the machine fucked you all the whilst Helmut watched until finally…it all stopped. There was a ringing in your ears, dribble running down your cheek, you were well and truly fucked, you weren’t even sure if you could lift any of your limbs, and everything felt floaty.

Helmut knew you better than you knew yourself, knew the exact moment when you went from orgasmic bliss to one more thrust and you’d be passing out. He started by removing the machine, then undid your arm and leg straps, your gag and then finally your eye mask. You didn’t open your eyes at first but after a few taps on the cheek and a kiss on the end of your nose, you looked up to the man leaning over you with a proud smile.

“Talk to me princess” he encouraged, pulling you in close to his side so you could take in his warmth.

“I’m ok,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, his hand softly stroking the side of your face, wiping away and the remnant of tears. “Intense but it was good”. Helmut didn’t respond, you held him tightly as sleep finally found you.

[lilywastaken]

LILY.

THE WITCH AND WITCH HUNTER???

oh my godddd.

can we get a little more of simon and his witch at her cottage? i’d sob

i'm so glad you guys liked it!!! it was just word vomit i spat out while i was waiting for food but I just loved the idea too much 😭!

and of course, here!!

first part of this idea!

"'m fine. i told you." simon grunted as he collapsed onto your rickety bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. "jus' a scratch."

you huffed, dipping a piece of cloth into the bucket of clean water you'd just gotten before turning to the large gash up his leg, blood trickling down and staining his fair skin pink.

that's something you'd noticed after the time you'd spent treating all of his wounds, he was very pale below all the consistent layers of clothes he insisted upon wearing, you couldn't even imagine what his face must look like after the lack of sunlight he was forcing his body to go through.

but it was cute, you supposed. sometimes when you treated a wound up near his neck, he'd be forced to pull his hood up, exposing his jugular vein and the itchy starts of a beard, and letting you see the way his skin warmed up in heat and colour when your fingertips grazed his skin, acting like you hadn't seen the way he swallowed out of what you assumed were nerves, and fighting back the urge to just lean up to kiss the exposed parts of his impressive jawline.

"you're clearly not fine, si." you talked back, waving your hands back and forth to usher him to lie down, letting you access his wound easier (although you were quite aware that he didn't mind seeing you kneeling in front of him), sitting down on the soft covers and pressing the wet towel to the cut. "you should've told me you were going out... i told you the forest was dangerous, you should've taken me with you."

your free hand came up to land on the unharmed part of his leg, running a thumb over the skin there in an attempt to calm down the pain you knew was undoubtedly rushing through his body.

he grunted, turning his head away from you to stare at your wall instead, arms crossed over his chest like an infuriated child that had just been caught doing something wrong.

while he looked away, you removed the now blood stained towel, looking to simon to make sure he wasn't looking before running a finger around the wound, uttering a few quiet words in latin before the swelling started to go down, the blood surrounding the wound drying up and speeding up the healing.

"feel better?" you smiled as he turned to look at you, having noticed the sudden lack of pain. "just a little something, don't worry, none of those fancy creams." you remembered how weirdly the four witch hunters had looked at you when the mayor had brought up the many remedies you had at your cottage, luckily none of them catching on to the true nature behind the miraculous recoveries that occured inside the flimsy walls of your home.

"...yeah." he huffed out, throwing his head back onto your pillow and closing his eyes, obstructing the only view you had of his face thanks to his mask. "thanks."

"that's all i get?" you teased, pulling his pant leg back down and moving away from the mattress, taking the towel with you to clean.

"what else d'you want? can't give you money." he grunted, bringing up how he'd tried insisting on paying you after you'd stitched up a wound, but you'd told him it was on the house, just like all the other following times.

"i don't know. a more enthusiastic thank you?" you hummed, walking back towards him after letting the towel to soak and sitting on the free spot of the bed right next to his head, fingers coming down to run over the scrunch between both of his eyebrows.

"...thank you." he repeated, opening his eyes and turning on his side to look at you, arm coming up to wrap around you waist, pulling you closer to him, letting him rest his head against your hip, breathing in shakily as he took in your floral scent.

"that's better." you soothed, bringing your hand down to remove his hood and play with his hair, smiling as he shuddered. "you're welcome, si."

he fell asleep shortly after, leaving you warm and worried about what would happen in the nearby future, aware that despite the clear affection you both had for each other, that wouldn't stop him if he found out about... well...

you looked back down at his snoozing figure, letting him snuggle closer into your lap.

you wished it would just be like this for the rest of time.

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (six)

voice//hitoshi shinso

hitoshi knows his voice is deep. the year before UA, puberty hit him like a freight train. he was 5’10 by the age of fifteen and aizawa’s training only filled out his body more, with vocal training to accentuate his quirk and mask.

by the time he’s a pro-hero, he’s bigger and taller than aizawa - pushing 6’6 with the deepest voice anyone has ever heard.

he says “hey” and chills go down your spine and when he wakes up or gets sick, the unimaginable happens - it gets deeper.

always a shy-type, he doesn’t get how his build with that voice can make someone soak their panties with white just talking to him once.

except you.

he always knows what it does to you.

-

one of his fingers lazily circles your core through your panties, a smirk resting on his lips.

“aw, baby.” fuck. there it is. the way his voice croons around anything he calls you makes your clit jump. “you’re soaking. don’t tell me - this is all from me talking?”

you want to shake your head but you’re paralyzed by the feeling of his hot breath behind you and his gaze that always feels like it’s looking at every single slight movement or gasp you could possibly make.

you snap out of it, body all jumpy as he spanks your cunt.

“cutie.” his tone drops to something more serious and you crane your neck to look up at his still teasing but more stern expression. “when master asks you a question, you answer it, princess. want to try again?”

you squirm, whimpering on his lap with tears already in your eyes. “mhm. i-it’s… i’s all yer voice, toshi. makes me…” you sniffle as he rubs his whole hand, rough from training, onto your clothed core.

“it makes you?” he chuckles; his laugh always reverberates through his chest - it’s the type that you feel going through you.

“finish your thought for me.”

you bite your lip. “yer voice makes me… makes me c-cream m’self!” you give another sob at his laugh as he plunges two fingers deep inside you.

“yeah? that’s so fucking sloppy and naughty, you know.” he kisses you deeply, tongue immediately swirling in your mouth, eyes staying open with a look of equal parts mischief and power-madness.

“well, master already knows where your spot is. but fuck it.” his free, veiny hand cups your face as if you were a doll and thumbs your wet lips.

“let’s make you cum on my hand just by talking…”

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Stronger together

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<<Part 1

Part 2 to 'Don't make me choose'

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x reader

Word count: 800

Tags: @itzmeme @miatjie @juneonhoth

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You slumped against a broken metal shelter on some roof. The world glowing around you with a goulish green hue as faint sirens haunted the far distance. Earth-42 wasn’t paradise, it was the opposite, without a guardian in this realm, crime was raging and rampant.

But this was where you tracked Miles to last before the little red dot that kept tab on him faded. Now you were stranded, not sure of how any of this could help in preventing what was to come. Instead you were hungry, tired, soaked wet by the rain and there was no other alternative to survive here. The battle within your mind was that, you only knew one number by heart.

Tapping the device in your hands as you thought through the outcome, you took the jump, to make the call and waited as it beeped searching for a connection. You prepared your mind in that moment, for the possibility that he wasn’t going to pick up or that he would deem you deserved this to confidently abandon you here as a form of punishment.

Two beeps in, the line was active, his voice cracking through as he called your name repeatedly, his tone soaked with worry.

“Can you hear me?”, the line stabilized and you held the device close to you, as though it was an extension of him.

“Are you al-alright?”, the connection was a bit sketchy as he asked you but before you could respond,

“Yes.”, you said desperately.

“Are you hurt?”, he bombarded you with questions, without waiting to hear your reply and it only made it more clearer that he had been trying to search for you without a clue as to where you had vanished. In the state you were in, it cut loose within you everything you had held back, when you were out here thinking of the worst, he was there desperate to get you back.

“Where are you?”, he continued.

“I’m sorry.”, was all that you could utter before you broke down into sobs.

“I’m sorry, Miguel. I was foolish.”, you rambled only to hear silence from the other end.

“Hey.”, he interrupted you, his voice tender and soft.

“I was at fault too.”, he sighed.

“I lost sight of us and our pledge to carry the responsibility of being a hero, succumbing to the fear of the past “, he explained, not a hint of anger in his voice.

“Where are you?”, he asked again.

“I’ll come get you.”, he said it with a sweetness that you realized when you were longing to get back home, you were just wanting to get back to him.

“Earth-42.”, you answered and there was a pique in interest as he mumbled.

“Earth-42? How did you track him there?”, he asked, you could practically hear the gears turn in his head as he tried to connect everything together.

“The transporter maps us to our universe based on our spider bite.”, you began to explain but he jumped in following your train of thought.

“and he was bit by an anomaly which in turns masks his genetic makeup when scanned.”, he finished your sentence and you couldn’t help but smile. He understood the way you worked and that could not be replaced with anyone else.

“Clever as always.”, he remarked but you could sense the smile with which he said it.

“My power is running down and I don’t know how long I can stay put here, this world is –

The whizz of the dimension portal startled you as it opened near where you were and in the pouring rain your heart skipped a beat as you saw his silhouette step out, his head moving from side to side as he scouted for you.

He called for you and you didn’t wait, springing up from where you hid to run to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight that he huffed bracing your impact. But the moment he felt your warmth, he held you close, placing his cheek on the top of your head, not worried about the rain or anything else.

“Te extrañé.”, he spoke into your ear.

“You're not angry with me?”, you mumbled into his chest to hear the soft reverb of his laugh.

“We’ve got to help him, Miguel.”, you said slowly and he nodded taking in the state of the world around, he brushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your face. He was making it clear now, that you ranked higher than those worries.

“I can’t stay mad at you for long.”, he tilted your chin up to see him and when your eyes locked, you knew that wherever you stood, with him, it was paradise. Even on earth-42.

“We’ll figure it out together.”, he gave you a knowing smile.

“Like we always do.”, he held your gaze, as if that was the core rule his universe operated on.

You were certain you would find a way to save Miles’s father, because when you and Miguel stood together, nothing could stand in your way.

“Now let’s go home.”, his hand slipped to yours and you wrapped your fingers around his.

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Packmate- Ghost (Part 2).

Summary: A new ghoul is summoned to the Abbey and the ghouls get to meet their new packmate.

Warnings: Negative emotions, anxiety, panic attack, ghoul pile, crying, fluffy!Mountain, dissociation, exhaustion.

Pairing: Ghoulette!reader x nameless ghouls (possible Copia).

Word count: 2,445.

Ghoulette! Reader POV

I was still getting used to the ghouls' den and every time I left I ended up getting lost, wandering around aimlessly and hoping to make sense of the endless rooms and corridors. A handful of times, I had been spotted by other ghouls and siblings of sin but I pretended I knew where I was going, like I was doing something specific. It was ridiculous, childish even, but I already felt stupid enough.

"Hey Peach, how're you doing?" I jumped as Cirrus popped up beside me, my hand pressing to my chest to settle the pounding of my heart.

"I'm okay." I hesitated with my answer, I didn't want to her knowing I had been avoiding them all, not knowing how to act when they were all so close to one another. I was an outsider. "How are you?"

"Y'know you don't have to be so formal Hun, we're friends aren't we?" I let my eyes meet hers for a second before nodding softly. "Well, I have a job to do for Papa so I'll see you back at the den okay?" I nodded as she bounced away and spun to leave the abbey before anyone else could collar me.

As I wandered out into the cloudy gardens, I got lost in my thoughts. We're we friends really? I had only been here two weeks and in that time I hadn't really interacted much with them. They had offered me my own personal room in their den and I had been quick to accept. I had noticed the way they tended to pile together or cuddle in smaller groups in each other's rooms whilst I hid away. Nobody had mentioned it to me and part of me was convinced they didn't care, didn't want me to pile with them and it made my chest seize painfully.

Without realising it, I stumbled through the gardens and towards the greenhouses. The rain had soaked me, leaving me shivering, the smell of freshly wet earth and greenery permeated my senses as my heart raced almost as fast as my heart. Gripping the edge of the seedling table before me, I bowed my head as I tried to control my breathing.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me and I squealed in surprise, eyes widening as a few plant pots smashed to the floor. My eyes moved to meet the person, filling with tears from my blunder. Mountain's eyes looked back at me from where he was dead-leafing his plants.

"I am so sorry." I gasped, tears threatening to slip over the edge. "I didn't mean to, I just jumped and they fell. I can fix it, I'm really sorry." My pleading trailed off into a sob as my tears got the better of me. My hands shot out in front of me as Mountain stalked over. Fear gripped me as I got flashes of the claws and eyes from the creatures of the pit and I cried out as his hands grabbed my shoulders. The towering ghoul pulled me closer to him, uncaring of my sodden clothes and pathetic state. My head rested against his diaphragm as he rubbed his thumbs against my collarbone. His hands covered the entirety of my shoulders, their warmth bleeding into my skin.

I let my body slump against him when I realised he wasn't going to hurt me. My fingers twitched against his stomach as I fought the instinct to wrap them around him. Unrelenting whimpers worked their way from my throat as tears continued to spill under my mask. The ghoul didn't seem to care about the horns digging into him as my body shuddered with cold and overbearing emotion.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, my fists curling into his shirt. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to, was an accident. I'll fix it. I swear." I squeezed the words out between sobs that rattled through my chest.

"It's okay, I know, you're okay." My body tensed as he moved his hands off my shoulders. I didn't dare look at him as he did whatever it was he was doing. Holding my breath, I let Mountain unclasp the back of my mask and listened to his steady breaths as he slipped it off and placed it on the table. "Look at me." The command caught me off guard but I did as I was told and let my eyes meet his. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his massless face as he looked down at my tear-streaked face. "What happened?" I couldn't understand the comfort that bloomed in me as he looked down at me with concern.

"Cirrus said we were all friends but I haven't done a very good job at getting to know all of you and I've hidden away because I didn't want to disturb anyone o cause any problems. You're all so happy and comfortable and I didn't want to ruin that but it hurts in my chest because I don't have that. I want to be able to be like all of you but I haven't really been close to anyone since I came here. I've ruined every opportunity to make friends or join in." I rambled on, tears dripping onto my shirt as he listened patiently. "Now I've ruined your beautiful plants and you're probably mad at me and I'm sorry." A shake of his head and a finger on my lips put a stop to my painfully anxious rambling.

"Buttercup," my heart softened a little at the nickname. "I'm not mad at you. They can be fixed and repotted. It's not a big issue. As for Cirrus and the rest of us, we've had plenty of time t get to know each other and you could never ruin or disturb anything. But if you want to be like the rest of us and have the same kind of relationship then we can work on it together if that's what you want. I know that we all want you to join us and bond with the pack so there'd be no arguments if you wanted to."

An unfamiliar warmth spread through me from his words and before I could stop myself, the walls I had so carefully built crumbled along with my resolve. Throwing my hands around the bigger ghoul, I anchored my hands into the back of his shirt and cried against his body, relief flooding through y system alongside the cocktail of emotion.

Careful hands wrapped around me as the rain thundered against the greenhouse roof, not quite drowning my anguish. As the tears began to dry up, I noted how I had burrowed into him as much as I could. Exhaustion rushed through my limbs as I clung to Mountain. It didn't take much for him to notice my shivering and shakey legs or the dark circles that had accumulated under my eyes.

"I'm going to put my mask back on, Buttercup." He muttered softly like he was worried he would scare me. "Then I can get you back to the den. Warm and safe." I nodded against his shirt, wiping my face on my sleeves, grimacing in disgust at myself. "Come on, let's get you back." I blindly felt for my mask, my vision blurred by tiredness and tears.

"You don't need that on, I'm going to carry you if that's okay? Your legs are like jelly and I don't like the idea of you stumbling the distance." Sweetly, he tucked my hair behind my ears and wiped a stray tear from my face. I held my arms up in a child-like manner, lip quivering as he smiled down at my silent consent. He bent down slowly and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck before straightening up, hooking my legs around his waist. Mountains hands rested under my thighs, claw digging in slightly but the feeling grounded me as my heart rate settled a little.

The walk up to the abbey consisted of my face being buried in the junction between his neck and shoulder as the rain bounced down on us, soaking us to the bone. One hand stayed under my thighs as the other rubbed up and down my back soothingly. I felt myself dissociating, not noticing the change in atmosphere as we entered the building, warmth replaced the cold wind and dry air replaced the rain. Mountain's chest rumbling was my only indication that he was speaking; words didn't register in my head.

"She's been like this since we left the greenhouse, I tried to talk to her but I don't think she heard a word of it." An earthy scent mixed with the crispness of rain drifted from the ghoul's skin, soothing me as my mind's fog cleared slightly.

"We should change her clothes at least, you're both going to freeze." The softness of Cumulus' voice reached my ears and I fought with my body to shift my head. "Hey pumpkin," she crooned, stroking my wet hair from my eyes.

The walls of their den came into focus as I shifted my eyes around. The whole pack of ghouls had removed their masks and seeing the faces filled with concern and anxiety made guilt creep in.

"Why don't we get you warmed up, and let mountain do the same?" The ghoulette held out her hand as Mountain uncurled my legs from his waist. I looked up at him unsurely as he placed me on my feet but slid my hand into the waiting one and trudged towards her bedroom after a reassuring smile.

As she settled me on her dressing table stool, she hummed to herself whilst she shuffled through her drawers. Letting my eyes follow, I admired the smoothness of her steps and the sureness of her movements. It amazed me how beautiful they all were, breathtaking no matter what.

"We're friends right, cumulus?" I bit my lip as she froze.

"Of course we are pumpkin." Pyjamas were placed on the edge of the bed as she knelt in front of me. "We all adore you, I adore you." A blush spread across my chest and neck as she brushed her thumb over my cheek.

"Good," I hesitated for a moment. " do you think, if I tried my best, I could become a part of your pack?"

"Well, as far as I'm concerned little ghoulette, you already are." Her smile lit up her face perfectly and I couldn't help but return it. "Okay, ill turn around and let you change. Your skin is like ice." I wrestled the wet clothes off, drying myself and slipping on the soft cotton pyjamas. Once I was done I tapped her shoulder and smiled as she spun around, holding me at arm's length to check they were okay. They were a little big but that just meant more fabric to snuggle into.

"Let's go and show the others, you cutie patootie." I laughed at the name, nose twitching as she tapped it playfully. Slipping my hand into hers, we wandered slowly back to the group in a warm and comforting silence.

"Yeah but why? Does she not like us? Did we say something, do something?" I stood just outside the door, squeezing Cumulus; hand to ask her to wait. "And what was with the flowers when you brought her back?" Dewdrop's ranting was incessant and Cirrus tried and unfortunately failed to reign him in.

"I. Don't. Know. Dewdrop." Mountain sounded stressed and pent up; something I had obviously caused. "I know it wasn't me so it must've been her."

"Ah-hem," clearing my throat, all eyes flew to us and I shrunk back against cumulus. "Dewdrop, I do like you, I like all of you. The problem is I feel like I've never had a proper bond. This is unfamiliar to me and you guys are so used to it with each other. Nobody has said or done anything wrong, I'm the one that hasn't made it easy and I'm sorry I've made you all stressed and exhausted but ill be better." I wrung my fingers together, head bowed to the room.

"Sweetheart," Rain's voice was gentle and quiet, especially calming to everyone in the room. "You did nothing wrong, it's been a tricky few weeks for you and you've been thrown in the deep end. We're just glad you're okay and we can work on it at your pace, okay?" Ever the voice of reason, he lifted my chin to look at everyone, smiling as I nodded with a sign of relief.

"I still don't get the flowers." Dewdrop hissed to Aether who groaned dramatically. My face screwed up in confusion at the fire ghoul's comment.

"You have flower's in your hair, Doll." Aether trudged over, plucking one from behind my ear and placing it in my hand. I stared down at the yellow petals, eyes flickering to Moutain.

"Oh, it's a chrysanthemum." Fiddling with the stem, I watched the earth ghoul. "did you put it in my hair?"

"No, you have about a dozen all over." His answer only added to my confusion. "Sometimes they symbolise sadness." My eyes widened at his words.

"D'you think, maybe." I pointed at my chest as he nodded. "Does this mean I'm an earth ghoul too?" My eyes lit up despite the exhaustion.

"It could do, Peach." I squealed a little in excitement, jumping on the spot. "It's amazing and exciting but you've been hit with a lot today. I think perhaps it's time for some rest." Cirrus raised her eyebrow at me as I stumbled a little, caught by Cumulus' hand on my hip.

"M'Kay," a yawn ripped from me as I began to notice just how tired I really was. "D'you think I could stay here tonight, think I wanna snuggle?" Rubbing my eyes, I let myself be guided to their pile.

"You're more than welcome to stay, you need the warmth anyway because of the weather."

"Here, ill warm you up." Dewdrop wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as I crawled over, a sleepy laugh being pulled from me. "Come on tiny, time to sleep."

Mountain cuddled in behind me, his big frame acting as a cushion as Dewdrop wiggled under my arm, head on my shoulder. I really could understand why it was a 'pile' once everyone settled and couldn't help the smile as warmth encased me.

"'Night everyone." They all uttered and whispered their replies before soft hums rumbled in their chests. Before I had the chance to ask what it was, my eyes slid shut, drifting to sleep surrounded by something I didn't realise I was missing.

[andreas-river]

In my head {Ghost X Fem!Reader} | Pt. 2

Words count: approx. 2k

Disclaimer: this one-shot talks about rough and difficult themes. Read at your discrection.

Warnings: mention and slight description of near-death character (reader), mention and description of hypotermia, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, intrusive thoughts, fluff, very light description of sex.

Part 1.

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They all say not to seek death because it will come of its own accord. But there is no such thing as fate.

We create the future, and our actions will determine the path, but we will always be surrounded by a thick fog: the only way to know what lies beyond is to go through it and welcome what is there.

That should be all right, in the end.

But nothing assures us that we will have peace, that we will be able to feel happiness between our fingers and see it with our own eyes; there is one particular obstacle, different from all the others, that will prevent us from all this and more: ourselves.

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The rain fell thick and heavy, the fabric of the mask was too heavy, and the cold air pierced his bones.

His throat burned so badly that all he could hear was his voice calling out your name, a desperate cry that he hoped you would hear, but he couldn't find a way.

He couldn't find you.

His legs were shaking, giving up under their own weight.

He was crying and sobbing, his vision too blurred to look around, the roar of the water so loud it drowned out his thoughts: he could feel the blood in his hands and chest even though he was not with you. Involuntarily, he let out a scream at the dark sky, full of anger and remorse for all the pain he felt he did not deserve: pain was part of his life. He knew he was not responsible for other people's lives, but yours was different.

He had saved dying soldiers, but not you.

Driven by the desire to find you, he got up again, let the rain soak him until he was shivering, and kept going step by step until he had searched every corner.

He only stopped when he saw you lying on the ground, your body drenched with water: even with his heart in his throat, he immediately took your body in his arms and went back to the base and up to his room, completely ignoring the water falling on the ground or his body shaking incessantly. He had only one purpose in mind as he removed your wet clothes or covered you with dry towels and turned on the heat in the room.

He knew he had to break down that damn door.

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It was like being in the middle: not alive, but not dead. You felt like you were floating in the void, but at the same time a force was pushing you down, pulling you even deeper. You no longer felt your body, and against all odds, not even your thoughts. There was silence, only the distant murmur of the rain gently soothing you: there was no time or space, you felt nothing, and for the first time you felt peace within you.

It was only when a soft warmth began to rise from your chest and warm you that everything you felt around you began to regain real shape and meaning. Someone was breathing softly close to your ear, the vibrations slowly waking you up: it didn't take long to realize that you were no longer outside and someone was hugging your body covered only by a large blanket.

It was like a cascade of information in a single moment, the sudden realization made you open your eyes and try to wriggle out of whoever was embracing you.

A voice inside your head started repeating the same words, the panic overflowing inside you again.

You failed.

A series of no's escaped your mouth in a whisper, tears already leaving your eyes and running down your face. You wanted to hide and disappear, but the strong arms around your chest stopped any movement of your hands and pressed you against his chest. And he was talking.

You don't even know how much time passed like that, but only later did his words make sense and have a calming effect on you.

Your eyes wandered down to your covered body, another pair of legs on either side, and at that moment you realized that the arm around your chest was covered with a large tattoo, and finally you understood who was holding you.

"...Simon?"

Your whisper made his heart leap in his chest and loosened his grip on you, causing you to turn and face his familiar mask. You felt your face heat up with shame, realizing what might have happened when you escaped.

"I'm-"

"No-" he cupped your face in his hand, his gloveless fingers lightly caressing the skin of your cheekbone. "Don't say anything. It's not your fault, I know everything now," he whispers, seeing his eyes filled with tears for the first time, but relieved that he was able to save you. "The others already know everything, they will take care of Marshall, they will send him away from here. He won't be able to hurt you anymore."

You found yourself crying again, now completely turned towards him, your arms wrapped around his torso as you held the fabric of his shirt with your hands while emotions fought in your stomach.

There was no Lieutenant Riley now, only Simon.

He held you like two people entwined, two hearts still beating despite the countless times others tried to kill them.

"Please let me in."

His voice was a whisper in your ears, waves of shivers on your skin when it wasn't his mask touching your neck, but his lips gently kissing your skin.

He finally looked at you, the first light of dawn illuminating the outline of his face, his light brown hair short and a little longer on top, messy from the mask he always wore. You just nod, even with tears on your face or only a blanket covering your naked body, Simon kisses you.

And he gives it his all as soon as his lips touch yours.

He tries to tell you all that he couldn't say, couldn't express, because he wished that only you could enter his heart and see him as he is.

Only when you both touch each other's bare skin, his body pressed against yours, does he stop, his eyes filled with pure lust as he watches you breathe heavily.

"It's more for me," he says in a low growl, brushing my lips over the skin of your already marked neck. "It's so much more than sex..."

"I love you," you cut him off, your voice choked with desire and the storm of emotions your heart was experiencing. It was so sudden that even Simon stopped, his eyes wide open and his pupils dilated, his gaze fixed on you in pure awe.

Both of you were silent for a few seconds that felt like hours, finally interrupted by his lips pressing against yours again.

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It took a while for both of you to get up from his bed and retrieve your clothes from your room - you expected to face many consequences, not only for starting something with your Lieutenant, but for your actions that led to you attempting suicide and nearly freezing to death.

Ghost led the way to Price's office, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest as you finally entered the room, only to be grabbed physically by Soap, losing your balance as he lifted you off the floor and hugged you tightly.

His face was in the crook of your neck and you swear you heard him sniffle slightly, only to be pulled away from his and find yourself in another hug, but this time from Gaz.

Only then you realized how your actions were affecting the team.

"Okay, that's enough," Price finally stepped in, finally able to breathe. "Everybody out."

They all followed his order, leaving you alone with your Captain. He lets you sit down on the small couch of his office, leaving your side for a moment, returning with two cups of coffee, smiling and offering you one of them.

"Are you all right?" he asks, sitting next to you and studying your form intently.

"Right now - yes, I think." Your tone is soft, but you still feel the shame inside you.

Price sighs, but reassures you with a sweet smile. "He's already been discharged, they'll be escorting him out of here in less than an hour, along with two others who helped him."

You thank him with a smile, realizing how easy it would be if you...

"Stop worrying," he interrupts your thoughts, bringing you back to reality. "I realized what you did to Soap weeks ago. You were protecting him," he stands up and walks to his desk, taking some papers. "You were afraid?"

You think for a second and nod again. "Yes, but that was because I had no real proof."

You nod, finally regaining the strength you thought you had lost. "Anything."

He hummed, seeming satisfied with your answers. "You'll stay here, with us," he began again, feeling a wave of relief at his words. "But under one condition."

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It took you a while to get back into your routine, back into that reality you had craved for so long. The condition Price had told you about was not so bad: all you had to do was to attend sessions with a therapist so that you could move on and overcome the trauma you had been through.

Trauma that could have come back because you knew you couldn't forget.

But what pushed you forward was the knowledge that from now on there would be a hand waiting for you, and safe arms to return to, protected from harm.

So, not everything goes well. It often happens that others do not make it in time to save someone, leaving the pain forever, along with those who love us, those who truly care about us in all our flaws.

Let's try again, let's get up, let's allow our eyes to see the world out there again: there is so much worth fighting for, so don't forget, just remember.

For many it can be a winding road, it would be so easy to let go, but we should try again and again: it doesn't matter if we are exhausted, if we want to lock ourselves in our room or run away, so far away that our legs would give out.

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

(PART 1 )

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 4) Warning: this one is a hurt\comfort

Ghost never slept well, but recently it was getting worse. He despised his own room because being there meant going to sleep. Sleep meant tossing in bed for hours until he could see sunshine again because if he got any shut-eye it was filled with nightmares- filled with memories of his father and the things Roba did to him, the things he made him do. 

But Ghost couldn't go like this for the rest of his life, he had to go to sleep. He knew that the longer he waits, the more snappy and brody he gets. He gets frustrated so much easier, and when you have people under your command it's not really a good match. 

Snapping at his teammates become frequent, even at Soap. It was unpleasant to be around him for the past few days, and Soap tried- really tried - to ask Ghost if something was bothering him, but it only made him more defensive. Soap didn’t deserve that, he had to go to sleep.

So the faithful night he took a hot shower to loosen up his muscles, took a sleeping pill, and forced himself to lay down and close his eyes. He regretted it.

It was painfully quiet, he couldn’t make out his surroundings, it was all a blur of familiar  places, yet nothing felt right. Sadly he could recognize all the bodies surrounding him. Gaz, Price, Rudy, Alejandro, and Laswell- all completely still, cold. Bullets all around them. And then he heard him. 

“Simon…” There in his arms laid Soap, eyes foggy and unable to focus. He was weakly grasping at Ghost. “Too late… Ye left us.”

“Soap! I wouldn’t! Johnny-”

“You let us down…” Soap’s words were no more than a weak whisper and his eyes closed softly like he just went to sleep.

“No, no, no, no…” Ghost wept, cradling his sergeant to his chest. “Don’t leave me Soap. You can’t leave! JOHNNY!”

He woke up covered in a cold sweat, he couldn’t take a breath. Ghost wanted to vomit. He never dreamt about others, always about himself. He couldn’t erase the picture of his dead team- friends, Johnny. He had to check on him. Before he knew he pulled his balaclava on with trembling hands, his throat was sore, he had to be screaming.

He was on his way to Soap’s room in a blink of an eye, only when he stood before the sergeant’s doors he felt that his balaclava was soaking wet. Soap couldn’t see him in that state, what would he think? How someone like him- weak and fragile, could protect him? A man like him should just deal with it, not-

“Ghost!” Johnny stood right in front of him, doors open. “Ey, ye with me?”

Ghost couldn’t bring himself to answer, he just stood there.

“Ok… ok, come on, Si we won’t be standing ‘ere.” He made space for Ghost to enter his room and locked the door after him.

Soap could take a closer look at Ghost now. He saw through the mask- red, teary eyes, wet streaks on the thick fabric. Ghost was hyperventilating.

“Dear God… Ghost wha-”

“I should go.” He cut in, voice raspy, about to turn around. 

Soap gently put his hand on Ghost’s chest, stopping him. “Si-”

The small touch of Soap’s warm hand right on his heart broke him to pieces. He sobbed and pulled Soap into a bone-crushing hug. Soap didn’t take long to reciprocate, he hold Ghost flush to his body. Ghost’s breathing was slowly evening out with every inhale of Johnny’s body wash he got.

“Wanna talk about it? I heard my name while asleep, though something happened.” Soap spoke up, running his hand between Ghost’s shoulder blades. "I wanted to go look for you."

Ghost just shook his head. “Can I stay?” He mumbled.

“You don’t have to ask.” Soap walked them to the bed, pulling Simon to lay on his chest.

Ghost could hear the strong beat of Soap’s heart.

“Try to not think about it, Lt.”

“If only it was this easy, Soap.” Ghost felt the arm around him tighten.

“I know…” Soap was quiet for a little bit. “I will take yer mind off of it.” He seemed to be embarrassed about what he was about to do. “I might be terrible at this.” Soap took a deep breath.

“Dèan an cadalan 's dùin do shùilean,

(Go to sleep and close your eyes)"

Soap quietly sang right to Simon’s ears.

“Dèan an cadalan beag na mo sgùrdaich;

(Have a wee sleep in my lap)

Rinn thu an cadalan, 's dhùin do shùilean,

(You went to sleep and closed your eyes)

Rinn thu an cadalan, slàn gun dùisg thu!

(You went to sleep, be well without waking)”

Ghost couldn’t understand a word, but his heart and soul seemed to be mending with every word.

“Cagaran, cagaran, cagaran gaolach

(Little darling, little darling, beloved little darling)

Cagaran foghainteach, fear de mo dhaoine

(Heroic little darling, one of my own kin)”

Soap’s singing wasn’t clean or professional by any means, but it was filled with care. It was more than enough to make Ghost’s eyelids heavy again.

“Thuit e na chadalan, thuit e na shuainean,

(He fell asleep, he fell into slumber)

Caithrisidh ainglean gu càirdeil mun cuairt dha;

(Angels keep affectionate vigil around him)

Cluinnidh e an guthan a' cagar na chluasan,

(He can hear the breath of a whisper in his ears)

'S bidh fiamh gàire air gràdhan na bhruadar!

(and the loved one will smile in his dream!)”

Soon Soap heard soft snoring accompanying him.

“Sleep well, m’eudail.” 

And maybe, just maybe Ghost still heard that, thought it was a dream. A good one.

This one turned out to be a little different huh... Look, it's still fluffy, right? RIGHT? I am wondering what to write next <3

I will post it on Twitter and ao3 tomorrow, bc I am beyond tired. You guys can feel like VIPs I love all the feedback <3

[tadashisdisaster]

"Hey! It's me again, I'm back. Let's talk ASAP"

ANYWAYS hope ur doing well and healthy. Love you and your writing.

But I wanted to ask if you could write an skz member x y/n angst fic based off of skz's song, Sorry, I Love You. This is my first time actually requesting a fic so I'm trying not to make it awkward😭😭😭

But hope your day/night is going well so far!

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CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷    alcohol abuse, depression, one sided love, small stalking p, obsessive behavior, lonely, y/n is dating someone other than the ! Ot8 members, dark content, let me know if I forgot anything else🤍

AN~ ASAP baby, hurry up don’t be lazy. Aaah I love New Jeans’ new album so much! And don’t worry this wasn’t awkward. My first time making skz angst, or any angst on here! Hope you like it🖤🤍🖤

¡! ❞ 3rd grade sweet heart You had been his crush ever since you (quite literally) stomped into their life. Wearing red converses, jean shorts, toothy grin, baggy white t-shirt with a smiley face in the middle and your favorite fish hairpin. ‘Woah’ was all he thought. His cute third grade crush became his best friend, and soon first love.

¡! ❞ Rejection He had confessed his feelings to you while you were sleeping over. “Y/n, I uh, I like you…” you stare blankly at his face then laugh and throw a chip at his face. “HAH! Stop messing around. We’re like siblings, that would be weird.” You look at the t.v completely shutting him down.

¡! ❞ Mr.perfect isn’t so perfect “Meet my boyfriend! Ji-hoon.” You proudly say. Ji-hoon gives him a smirk and offers his hand to shake. “N/n has told me a lot about you. It’s really nice to finally meet n/n’s older brother!” The way he emphasized brother, really pissed him off. He reluctantly shook his hand. “Woah, killer grip you got there.”

¡! ❞ Hurt You come to his house soaking wet and in tears. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong y/n?” You sob about how unfair life was and asked him why ji-hoon had cheated on you. You cry, making him a bit angry. Why were you so upset over someone other than him…?

¡! ❞ lonely You had found another boyfriend, leaving him to drown in his sorrows. Beer and soju bottles littered the floor. He scrolls through your social media page, the only light in the room seemed to be the phone and your smile through the screen. He felt numb, all he did was cry and drink. You looked so happy, without him…? Where you happier without him?

¡! ❞ Stalker stalker With a little help from your posts, he had found out where you lived. He shaves his face and showers. He grabs a black mask and hat and leaves his home. He missed you so bad. He pulls up to the outside of your apartment. Watching you happily walk hand and hand with your new lover. He grips his steering wheel wishing it was him with you instead. He drives up to you apartment every day, hoping you do and don’t see him.

¡! ❞ Like old times! He finally gets the guts to call you and ask if you wanted to hand out. “They released that movie you always liked when we were kids. It’s back in theaters.” You gasp and squeal, “NO WAY REALLY! how does 5pm sound!?” He chuckles “sure…sleep well y/n.”

¡! ❞ Let you go!? But how? You had been hanging out like you used to. Casual late night talks. He’s trying hard to accept the one sided love, but finds it so hard. His heart aches listening to you laugh on the other end of the phone, then abruptly saying goodbye, leaving him for your now fiancé. “Night!” Sometimes he cry’s himself to sleep, sometimes he doesn’t. But it still hurts. He tried going on dates. But that never seemed to work. He drives to your shared favorite spot, a beautiful hill covered in flowers of different colors. He lays down in the field “I’m sorry I love you y/n…” little did he know, you felt the same, but never told him because you felt it was too late.

[faithghoul]

Little Wolf

Characters: Vessel, Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: implied edging, slight petplay, spanking, degrading, blowjob.

18+ only. MINORS DNI.

"Oh fuck, don't- don't lick the slit..."

The man above you is leaning himself onto the wall, his heavy panting filling the empty room with the squelching sound of your spit going around his fully erect cock. You look up to him, caressing his thighs and pelvis gently to soothe him after you put him on the edge of his own blissful orgasm.

Your gentle moves do not match how fast you push your head back and forth to swallow him deeper, your nose hitting the soft hairs on his crotch and it tickles you. You let out a laugh, slapping his ass loudly, "Fuckin' ticklish," you murmured, voice muffled with his cock inside of your warm mouth. you spit on his cock, rolling your tongue over his tip and lick the slit, causing the masked vocalist to jerk his hips further into you.

"Please, please... it's enough. Enough..." his whimper sounds heavenly to you.

Yet you choose to ignore his plea.

"It's enough for you, but not for me." you chuckles as you stroke his cock with one of your hands, while the other palms his balls slowly.

A pathetic moan escaping Vessel's lips, his hips shaking and his hand reaches down to pull you off of his cock.

Unfortunately, you are not going to let him do that. You swat his hand off of you, causing him to welp like a scared puppy.

"I hate to keep reminding you who's in charge here, Ves." your voice low, threatening him while you pick up the pace on stroking him, "Be good for me or I'm going to shove a damn vibrator up your ass, tie you up, and keep sucking your stupid cock like there's no tomorrow."

You catch a little movement in front of you; his cock is twitching.

You smirk as you graze your teeth along his shaft, licking the base of the head and planting kisses on the tip.

"Oh, what is that? Do you want it?" you tap his thigh for him to pay attention to you, and it works: he looks down to you with his mouth open, drooling like a hungry bitch.

He gives you a quick nod.

"You can have all that, but you're not allowed to cum. How's that?" you give him an offer, 10 times much better but 100 times more torturing.

He shakes his head, then quickly adds, "No, no… Master, no, I'm okay with what you give to me now, t-thank you."

You raise one brow and nod back to him. "Good. What do my needy slut say when the master gives him what he wants?" You gently slap his cock on your cheeks, grinning at him. You tug one of your hands to his long calf, caressing your thumb on it.

"Thank you master, thank you for being so good to me…" he says with a slight smile, his drool running down his toned and sweaty torso. The black paint on his body has smeared, exposing his raw self.

"Good boy. My best, best little slut." You put his cock into your mouth once again before pulling it out again with a loud plop! noise and kissing his tip.

You stand up, pulling him into your embrace as he lays his head onto your shoulder. His cloak is soaking wet with his own sweat, his cock still hard between you two. You pat his shoulder softly, and he sobs into your neck.

"You're doing an amazing job, my little wolf. Thank you for being so obedient to me." You whisper to him, kissing his earlobe and smile. You feel him nodding to your words, and he wraps his arms around your waist loosely.

"You deserve a reward, my wolf, my love…"

He pulls up his head to look at you. All six eyes staring into yours, all looking tired and blissed.

"Yes, yes, master… thank you, what- what reward… what reward do I deserve?" he asks, his voice soft. When you reach to cup his cheeks, he even leans into your hand first.

You step closer to him, pulling his head down so your forehead touches with his.

"You can cum as much as you want tonight." You smile at him, your fingers tugging on his hair lightly.

You let out a chuckle when he stares at you with wide six eyes, and he pulls you into his comforting hug. He's smiling, laughing, and his body warming up as he murmurs a small 'thank you' into your ear.