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thedarkcoven · 9 months

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Lovers Mark | Kylo Ren RQ

Kylo Ren x Reader Soul Mate AU. Cuteness. A bit of angst. No warnings just gonna be cuteness <3 Also it means a lot that I and other writers can make your life better and make you happier <3 I know it took a bit to get out and I do apologize but I hope you enjoy it, anon <3 It was my honor -Kitty P.S Sorry for any mistakes!! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You’ve been working for the First Order for a couple of years now and have come to terms that you were partnerless. Everyone around you already had Soul Mates minus a few like General Hux, The Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, and a few of the Storm Troopers. You were the only one that Kylo trusted to work on his TIE Fighter and that is how you came to find out that he had no soul mate. You knew you had romantic feelings toward the dark-haired ruler but could not act upon them for the fear of many reasons. One being you were still on the look out for your better half and another being he was intimidating. Kylo Ren was always known for his harshness. His deep voice booming as he gave orders and his mask only making them more terrifying as he gave them, his temper was quickly set off if things did not go his way. He was known to destroy equipment or take his anger out on Troopers, Officers, and General Hux. But your thoughts of the dark hearted Prince changed when you caught him training, covered in sweat and breathing heavily as he fought with some trainees. He was in a black undershirt and his normal black trousers with his boots. There it was. The same shaped mark that you bare on your right forearm just below the bend of your arm. You hurried out of the training room and felt as if your world came crashing down around you. You were hyperventilating as your heart hammered against your chest so hard you thought it might explode out of your ribcage. It wasn’t until about a few days later when you were working hard on repairs for Kylo’s TIE fighter that you hadn’t noticed him walking up to check on your progress and to see why you ran out so quickly until his dark eyes flicked to your jumpsuit sleeves rolled up revealing a mark that was slightly covered by the ebony fabric of your uniform. No... could it be? He thought to himself. When you notice him standing a few inches from you, you jumped and smacked your head hard against the hull of his fighter jet. “Su-Supreme Leader!” You managed to squeak out as you quickly pulled your sleeves down and wiped the sweat off your brow. “A-All most done, si-.” “That’s enough. My chambers. Now.” Kylo stated before turning and walking faster than intended to his quarters. There it was. The suffocating feeling. You couldn’t breath. Your throat felt like it was closing and filled with glass as you forced your shaky legs to walk toward his room. You couldn’t stop the tears from pouring from your eyes as you covered your mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped you. Your whole body was shaky so badly you weren’t entirely sure how you managed to arrive without passing out from anxiety. As soon as the door opened with a woosh and Kylo’s eyes were on you again he stood, his ebony brows knitting together in confusion at your emotional state, His heart twisting at the thought of what could possibly be making you cry like this. When the doors closed behind you he rushed over to you making you flinch. You say Kylo’s jaw clench making you feel guilty at the fact that you were cowaring in fear in his presence. He tutted his tongue as he brought his large hands up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing your tears away as he tilted your head up until your eyes met his. “Please don’t be scared of me. I know I can be tough to be around and I am not exactly the one you wish to see but I must ask.. Could I see your mark?” “Please don’t be mad?” Kylo smiled softly at your words as his hands moved to the zipper of your jumpsuit and unzipped it to your waist belt and pushed the top half down and took your arm in his hand. His thumb running over the matching mark. A big smile spreading on his face as tears swelled up along the waterline of his eyes. “Why would I be when I finally found you? My soul mate... I-I thought I was going to be alone forever. I could never be mad at you. I was just curious about your mark is all.” Kylo let out a sob filled chuckle as he pulled you close, resting his chin on the top of your head as he hugged you tightly. Your heart swelled and you felt like you were floating on air. Kylo Ren was showing you a different side to him and you were lucky enough to be the one that was connected to his heart from the very beginning. Everything was falling into place and you never wanted to let him go. You finally had him. Your other half. Your soulmate. Your Kylo Ren.

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the-slasher-files · 10 months

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[CALL OF DUTY]

A LIFE WITH HER

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY x FEM!OC

Hello friends! It has been a while, but I'm excited to return and do more exciting things! So, this piece is an introduction to a new oc I have been working on, Simon's girl. Her name is Cholena "Raven" Belanger, name is pronounced Ko-LEE-nah. A beautiful, powerful and now civilian Metis woman. This fic is angsty comfort with hints of smut and gore... I hope you enjoy as much as I do 🔪🤍 MASTERLIST

A long sigh departed from rose tainted lips, the breath was deep and bone rattling. Almost 40 hours straight in the hospital, running around to codes of all types, tending to wounds, directing 3 teams beneath her, and doing all the paperwork as coworkers shifts changed over and over again.

"... Fuck..." Green eyes cascaded down to the blue gloves that were now drying in deep brown once bright crimson.

"Stay with me now, solider," the thumping of the helicopter blades above you drowning out your strained voice. The words were more for yourself as you held your teammates shoulder together. You could feel his heart pounded with the blood that drenched the bandages. "... Almost there"

He was fading and you didn't have enough medical supplies here, not in the air, all you could do was give directions through the radio for the medical staff on the grounds to be prepared for 3 soldiers you saved. You saved them. You hoped you did as the man's breath below you wanned. "Come on... fuck..."

Finally, the helicopter landed. It had felt like hours, painful, hopeless hours sitting in that plane, and you were left there. Slumped on your knees as the men were taken away, your men that you prayed to any god listening that they would go home to their families, but you knew that there was no god above you as the red faded to brown.

"Cholena?" There was a faint voice, "... Hey, Cholena?"

Keen emerald eyes flew upwards as the gentle hand squeezed her shoulder, flinching it off in the wake of a flashback.

It was her coworker, the one who was her equal and switching her out on the shift, took a step back with his hands face up in defence and presenting no threat. Jonathan knew of your past, obviously not understanding it completely, but there were times she spilled the truth of her PTSD.

"Sorry," He whispered, "...hey, it's ok. He lived,"

There was a held breath that she released, one she wasn't aware that was held. Relief washed over her tense frame as an innocent man riding his motorcycle home and was struck by a car could go home tonight. But, she couldn't ease the tension as that feeling of relief was quickly numbed. This woman lived through wars, saw death more than anyone in her team would ever know, and faced it multiple times herself, somehow living today. She was numbed to this. It was just another day.

"Co, please go home... get some sleep and long shower, okay?" Jonathan stared at the dried blood on the once sterile gloves, then back to her eyes. "Text me tomor—"

Interrupted by the coder on his lanyard going off, quickly giving a pat on her shoulder and running off down the white-walled hallway, "Go home! Get sleep!" He yelled back, trying to be some type of light to get her to smile... and it worked.

With a shake of her head, the smile slowly faded, peeling the nitrile gloves off and getting herself ready to go home. Home. A strange word to her as she spent the past 2 months more between the cold cement walls of the hospital than in the comfort of a home she shared, half the time alone. One more week. It repeated in her head, that British accent across the gritted phone lines.

Tense muscles guarded by heavy black tactical gear stood in front of the sink, emerald eyes, bloodshot and staring as the water washed you clean. It was too hot but you couldn't feel it. Just scrubbing over and over again the pores of your skin, rubbing them raw and steam coating your face. The water ran clear long ago, but all you could hear was the screams calling your name to help, to save them.

"Raven... Raven, shit" A voice lay unheard.

Quickly shifting around your frozen body, he turned off the tap, grasping your shoulders and turning you to look at him. Look within the deep amber masked in smeared paint. Grounding you as your hands shook desperately clawing at his vest, tears streaming heavy and collapsing within solid arms that held you up.

"I couldn't save them... I could've. I-I could've... Ghost" Your body broke against him, sobs caught into him like he could take care of it all, and he wished he could. On days like these, he wished you never thought about being in the military, you should be home, nestled in the arms of your lover and watching some dumb tv show and falling asleep in peaceful bloom.

"I know angel, I know," He clenched tightly around your frame, protecting you "One more week, just one more week"

Throwing the bloody scrubs away into the neon hazard bins, Cholena changed into some jeans and just threw on a larger, much larger hoodie that kissed halfway down her muscular thighs, the smell faded but it was still his regardless. Saying goodbye with silent waves, the exhaustion began to creep in as each step led her closer and closer out of the god-forsaken building.

Shrugging her military-issued backpack on one shoulder, she walked through the automatic sliding doors and stepped into the pitch-black night as it was softly raining. Rounding to the back of the hospital and towards the train station, beaming street lights above had her attention drawn to a black truck and a man leaning against it, cigarette in hand.

"No trains tonight, sweetheart," The familiar voice, one of comfort and home, hit her like a bullet, a gunshot clapping like thunder, it made her stop for a moment to process that he was actually here.

"Simon..."

He walked forward, tossing the cigarette to the cold, wet pavement and she walked faster, meeting him more than halfway under the warm glow of the lamp above. Reaching only a foot apart, Simon's body covered in hers in an everlasting shadow, his phantom that she welcomes whole. Sweet lotion of shea butter and coconut met fire and metal that mixed together in cascading rain making reflections at their feet.

This was something they always did when meeting again and again, no matter the territory, sand, snow, rain, concrete, rubble, blood and gore. They let their senses adapt to each other before utter absorption.

"You're home," Soldiers don't have homes, but he made one in her.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be" Simon admitted the truth openly for her to bare and she took it all without question.

Wrapping her hands around his thick neck, green eyes meeting warm hooded amber, easily, as if she was nothing, he lifted her with strong hands supporting her thighs. As many times as he would hold her, she never failed to seem so small. At first, it was out of place when Ghost held her, like a rabbit seeking comfort within the paws of a wolf, but something in their souls fit together in a bloody puzzle and now it was home.

"God, I missed you," she exhaled all her stress as if he could ease all her pain and tucked into his neck, shuttering with exhaustion and the overwhelming feeling of having him back.

He didn't respond, and he did not need to. The rumble of a storm at sea grew within Simon's chest, and she heard it, clinging closer as if it was possible. Slowly, the scent of tantalizing pine and musk sprouted as her nose brushed under the mask. It was just the simple balaclava allowing you to see the shape of his face and the yellow that brushed through brown wartorn eyes. She never pushed for him to take it off. It was his security and his alone. When Ghost was ready to fall into the shadows, he would, always there beneath the skin, but that was when she would protect him the most.

Secure gloved hands began to wander, muscles flexing each time he could feel her shake within his hold, and Simon brought his head back, about to speak, but she beat him to it, tensing slightly, "J-just a long shift,"

Another rumble, softer this time, rolled through him, "Well, let's get you home, pigeon,"

Whenever Simon called her that, he knew it would earn a smile, perhaps a huff of sweet laughter, one that he wished he could hear forever. Everyone called her Raven. It was her call sign. Even her family used it as an honour, and no one questioned it. The onyx long hair, her feather-light touch even while stitching brutal wounds, the way she was ever graceful with sniper and was a beacon of life and death altogether. Not to count out her indigenous roots calling to her the title, a feather often within her hair on the battlefield, creative, cunning with an intuition like no one else on the team. She was a raven, glorious to him in every way, so the fact that he called her pigeon would almost be an insult.

Moving effortlessly, Simon placed her in the passenger seat of his truck, the leather slightly squeaking when Cholena took off her backpack. Eyes watching as the love of her life got into the seat beside her, a warm smile gracing her as he looked massive within the closed space.

The armoured truck was parked in the dimly lit garage of the safe house. Everyone had found a spot in the old farmhouse to settle in for the night, but you couldn't sleep, and neither could he.

"Ghost," Your moans filled the truck. Trying to stifle the noises begging you to scream, "Please. Fuc-"

"That feel good, huh?" Accent thick with pleasure as he leaned across the middle console, your head buried within the crook of Ghost's neck. His devastating hands taking what he wanted and giving what you needed. "So fucking needy for me,"

He hummed lowly, sounding more like a growl as calculated eyes watched his fingers slip in and out of your cunt, dripping on the seat and cascading along inked skin. Curling knuckle deep inside sent a shockwave through you, shaking and biting his jacket with gentle mumbles and whines. Ghost could feel you were close, fisting your soft black hair to make you pull back with a hiss.

"Look at me when you cum," He groaned feeling your walls clench tightly around strong fingers and you let go. Your teeth biting hard on your bottom lip to not make a sound, your legs shaking and dark brown eyes observing you, eating you whole as you came undone. "Such a good girl"

Ghost whispered now, the hard skull of his mask bowed against your forehead. You saw him, not the commanding force but the man beneath the bones and viscera of a legend, and he allowed it. He was safe with you between the fogging windows. It was just you and him in your world, cupping his jaw as he mirrored the actions.

"Such a beautiful girl," Simon spoke, barely above a whisper as Cholena nuzzled into his hands. Green eyes speaking to his brown in a dead language they brought back to life.

"Such a handsome man," She replied smoothly "my handsome man"

His eyes crinkled with a smile beneath the mask, placing a kiss on her forehead. Simon was still adjusting, not quite ready for his lips to feel hers, for him to feel 100% human yet. His mind was still half inside the battlefield being the embodiment of his callsign and haunting over the ones he protected with his life.

Cholena's soft fingers grazed down Simon's body, releasing her own tension and grounding him back to her at the same time. "Let's go home," She found herself whispering, eyes becoming heavy and body letting go in his presence, relaxing and easing, slumping into the seat as he gruffly nodded.

As he drove away from the city, the rain and darkening of fewer city lights lulled her into a soft sleep. Their fingers interlocked naturally together the whole drive, brown eyes floating over to watch her peaceful state reminding him that he was safe, he was home and he was hers.

Pulling into the driveway of their forested home just outside of the busy city, Simon turned off the truck and released a sigh. A shutter rolled through him this time, sharing a similar exhaustion and flood of relaxation. It was time to be a man again. Pausing for a quiet moment, his eyes closed, the freehand holding the steering wheel reached up to the soft fabric on his face and pulled the balaclava off. Strong, chiselled features made his face, scars and healed broken bones made him who he was, a man she loved wholeheartedly, but someone he strayed away from most of his life. Keen amber caught his reflection in the rear-view mirror and he stared almost as if he couldn't recognize who he was without the skull mask.

"Simon," She whispered groggily, even half asleep she could feel himself begin to crawl within his own head and her small hand flexed on his.

Cursing lowly he got out of the truck, rounded the vehicle and opened her door. Simon grabbed her bag first before he picked Cholena up bridal style trying not to shift or wake her much.

Flashes of fire, blurred black and white melted together in your vision. You could taste the copper and feel the smoke burning through you. It was hot, pure violent hellish heat consuming your soul. Were you screaming or crying as your breath felt like broken glass slicing through your ribcage? No one was listening except the reaper. It didn't matter.

It was a landmine that went off and no one could see it until bodies were broken and the building beside you had collapsed. Concrete, rebar, wood, and electrical had all come down within seconds and you were gone. The world turned and your team was gone.

Blood seeping through your gear made wide streaks in the dirt around you, barely able to lift your head, but your body tried to crawl away on pure instinct. In and out, the world faded. Tasting your life force being torn away so brutally. And you couldn't hear the voices on the radio anymore, no screams or calls for you, everyone checking on position and counting the injuries.

"SHE'S HERE"

A black shadowy figure stood before you, it was him, death coming to take you and your lids closed.

"S-stay, NO, STAY WITH ME. RAVEN... Cholena, keep those eyes open!" A barking scared tone made your eyes flutter open, only seconds at a time before falling back into darkness.

A white skull now covered in soot, bore down at your helpless frame that was clinging to life. He kept talking, orders yelled and words directed at you that were no longer understood, Ghost had never spoken this much in war but the rumble in his chest kept you sane. With every jostle of your body, you felt something horrid, it would catch on soaked clothes and send violent shocks through you. It was bone being held together by your gear. It was your spine.

"Simon..." Your voice was weak but you whispered his name, his real name over and over. He wasn't your reaper.

"Simon..." Cholena whined, nuzzling into his hoodie as she was set down on the big comfy bed, "don't go"

"I'm not going anywhere, angel... Never"

#finally done!!!!!#im so excited for this and to make this character #hope you love it!#my writing #Cholena Raven Belanger #oc #orginal character #simon ghost riley #cod #call of duty #x reader #x you #imagine #cod fandom #fanfic

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voulezloux · 4 months

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Harry doesn’t want a lot for Christmas. He wants world peace, but who doesn’t? He wants a new camera so he can take photos of his friends and family. He wants an apron for when he cooks, even if it’s one of those cheesy, corny ones. He wants to spend time with his friends and family. There is just one friend in particular that he wants the most.

make my wish come truth (2.4k)

written for @beardyboyzx for the @1dcreatorclubhouse secret santa content exchange

#o posts #my fic #hiii raf!#hope you love it!#allwaswell16 #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #1dsource #alwaysxlarrie #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #yourlarrysource #ao3 feed larry #hlsource #hlcreators #hljournal #thelarriefics #hltracks

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loveless-scribes · 5 months

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Angelus Mortis: Chapter 44 UPDATE ALERT

UPDATE ALERT Chapter 44: Reconciling with Death

Hello lovelies! A new chapter is out! Enjoy <3

#angelus mortis #loveless writes #comments/reviews are gold #hope you love it!

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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hi… can I have a love letter from Bo 🥺

(Ps ily)

Awe course you can! I hope you like it! This one is a liltle NSFW just for some gore. Hope you love it!

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Hey darlin'.

You know how sometimes the weirdest lil things can make you crave somethin’?

I was dealin’ with someone who rolled through town unexpectedly. Didn’t go as good as planned cuz of that. I felt totally off and so soon as he started suspecin’ somethin’ I just said fuck it and went to work.

Had him on the floor of the garage in a second, tire iron in hand and making his brain knock around his skull. He went from kickin’ fighting to beggin’ and crying real quick. Knocked a coupla a teeth loose on one real good hit, the sound was fuckin’ nasty and I got blood on my boots, after that I really went in an he didn’t last much longer.

After I had dragged him out of there and left him with Vincent I was cleaning up. Hosing down the garage, watchin’ the blood wash down the drain and all this violence and nastiness got me thinkin’. Got me craving sweet and soft lil’ ol you. What we do, what I do, is necessary, I know that, s’ important work and it isn’t like I don’t get SOME enjoyment outta it but it can all get to be a little much at times.

Getting to come back home to you is soothing, helps even me out some. Tangling up with you is the fuckin’ best, you know that?

Shit, guess what I am tryna say is I love ya and really appreciate you sugar.

Anyway I know this ain’t really the kind of thing I normally’d do but what can I say? You're awfully inspiring. Hope you like this and if ya do I might do it more.

See you at home later.

Bo.

#AhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH #Hope you love it!#Bo Sinclair X Reader #slasher x reader #BHF asks #BHF Writing #BHF Love Letter #imbleedinout

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beatleswings · 2 years

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This art piece was requested by @boltun-tkn , who made me the proud Naran trash I am. This was fun to do. Fifth time drawing Arn and first time drawing Banana head. Hope you love it! ~

#posting it here too!#hope you love it!#and you deserve this!#thank you for being there for me during these tough times #punch out #punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #super punch out #aran ryan #narcis prince #naran #fanart

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whiteshipnightjar · 3 months

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Zoozve, my beloved

#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love #moon #venus #zoozve #long post #sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha #astronomy #astrophysics #space

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martyrbat · 4 months

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i dont know who needs to hear this but you do not need to go on a diet. you do not need to lose weight as a new year revolution. you do not need to feel shame for gaining any weight over the holidays and for enjoying yourself and the food. you do not need to tolerate diet talk after setting a boundary and if someone cant respect that then theyre being the asshole. you already have a summer body. you already are hot. theres no moral failure or shame in being fat

#been around a lot of bullshit today thats so so so exhausting and triggering #but a reminder for me as much as you. love you all & i hope this season is gentle to you

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dogmotif · 1 year

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yeah they dropped a new love language. yeah a sixth one. its biting

#ill start listening to people about the love language shit if they do this #also i expect to see buffyverse hannibal and iwtv tags here btw. i hope you guys will do your duty....#will speaks

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wheelsup-sevenup · 10 days

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genuinely save me

#hope #hopecore #hopepunk #art #nature #i love you artistic depictions of mundane life

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reasonsforhope · 23 days

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Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

#obligatory disclaimer that this really really obviously is not universal #I do live in a major progressive city #there's definitely a level of a liberal bubble effect here #but it's still really powerful to see it #because even in a major liberal enclave there were so many limits on the gender roles and homophobia etc. etc. fronts #and also the limits of the oppressive weight of obligatory teen apathy lol #seriously go gen z. so glad you guys decided cringe is dead. I love you for that so much #and I love it for you #not news #life #hope #homophobia #sexism #teens #teenagers #progress #gen z #btw if it wasn't clear I'm a #millennial #plush toy #plushie #squishmallows #build a bear #stuffed animal #like the idea of almost any teenager much less teenage boys #saying IN FRONT OF THEIR PEERS #that they are excited about their STUFFED ANIMALS #when I was a teenager #?????#cannot imagine that ever happening.

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readerconfused · 3 months

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Mr D insisting that Percy's name is Peter and immediately afterwards yelling at the demigods to get the hell out of the camp I LOVE THIS GOD

#“are you still here?” D love you should be pretending you don't care about him #Dionysus i will be by your side always #f ck Zeus let me get D wine #the way a war happened and nothing shook him fills me with hope #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson and the olympians spoilers #pjo #mr d pjo

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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Bex! Darling! I'm here to ask for a Freddy smut with a gn!reader. Where he's making the reader forget about there bad day.

Feel free to ignore this!

HA! Me? Ignore this? An excuse for some Freddy fuckery? Not a chance. So I had a real fucking rough day myself today. An all timer pile of shit so I figured that I should tackle this one. Did it all in one sitting. I dunno about you Anon but when I’ve had an awful day I want to get fucked into oblivion and so that is what you are gonna get with Freddy here. Let’s not waste time. Here we fucking go, hope you enjoy this!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.6K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Fuck Buddies. Fingering. Edging. Dumbification. Rough Sex. Spanking. Forced Orgasm. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. Crying Reader. Creampie. Praise. Begging.

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Oblivion.

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It was a hard fucking day.

The kind of bullshit day that just makes you want to scream, tear your hair out and break something. Work was ridiculous and endlessly frustrating. You came home exhausted, came in the door and kicked off your shoes and dropped your shit near the door, simply not caring and needing to get off your feet.

You don’t even have a shower, don’t get out of your work clothes, you just make your way to the living room and flop down on the couch. A big exhale of pure relief as you sag into the comfortable cushions below you. “Oh fuck yes.”

You sighed and pulled out your phone and lost yourself in some mindless scrolling for a while to help unwind and decompress.

Worked.

Worked a little too well.

You didn’t intend to but you fell asleep.

When you had come home you were alone but whenever you’d fallen asleep as of late you certainly weren’t.

It started easily. Simply. He showed up out of seemingly thin air and initially it started with him trying to end your life, the usual song and dance but somewhere along the way it shifted and he became interested in you in a different way. You didn’t have anyone else and weren’t going to complain about how well you clicked sexually. He had some pretty wild abilities and could read you like a book. You hadn’t shared anything of that nature and yet he knew everything you liked, clearly he could see into your head and loved to exploit that.

You realise you are dreaming when he makes himself known. You were still on your couch, unaware you’d slipped into unconsciousness and he leaned over the arm of the couch right into your line of sight as he said, “Someone’s asleep awfully early.”

You jumped nearly a foot, hand flying to your chest as you exclaimed, “Fucks sake Freddy!”

He laughed loud and long and you exhaled hard as you sat up, scooting away and putting some space between you and him, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Awe whatsa matter toots? Somethin’ bugging you?” He asked in that classically condescending tone of his.

You didn’t need this right now. You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the opposite arm of the couch, your arms crossing over your chest as you said flatly, “For your information Freddy, yeah I had a rough fucking day and I’m not in the mood for your particular brand of bullshit.”

Freddy tsk’d, “Touchy, touchy. That anyway to talk to your favorite fuck buddy?”

He hopped over the arm of the couch, crouching on the cushion causing you to say, “Hey get your shoes off my fucking couch-”

It was his turn to roll his eyes as he actually complied, falling on his knees instead as he said, “Don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist. If you talk to me like that I might not help you out with your lil problem.”

That got you to laugh. “You’re gonna help me out? How?”

He began his approach. Crawling across the couch, coming closer, gloved hand closing on your ankle and non-gloved hand sliding up your leg. He was looking at you like he was hungry and had a myriad of filth in mind for you and you said softly as his hands roamed high enough to meet your thighs, the realisation fully striking, “Oh.”

A lot of times Freddy loves to tease and taunt and be an unrelenting fucking bastard. Loved to edge you till you lose a couple dozen IQ points and you are begging for mercy. His blades slicing into sweat slicked flesh to spill your blood and smear it across your skin. He would lean into hurting you and putting you in the most uncomfortable poses while he had you, making you work for relief, nearly breaking you.

He could tell that you didn’t need that tonight.

He decided leaning in the other direction was best.

Tonight wasn’t about degradation and pain and denial. No, tonight he was going to overwhelm you with praise and pleasure and force orgasm after orgasm out of you until you beg him to stop.

It is how you end up face down ass up on your couch. Your work clothes only moved enough to allow him to do what he wanted. Pants pulled down and bunched around your knees, your shirt rolled up around your shoulders and him behind you. By this point he had fingered you open, ample lube slathered on you and him, leading to him lining up and sliding balls deep with a low groan of your name. The stretch is delicious and makes your eyes slide shut with a call of his name in kind.

He had a bad habit of being able to get you so turned on so fucking quickly. You went from pissed and dour to moaning and writhing in no time flat.

You were drooling on the cushion, your cheek resting on the soft fabric, moaning nigh incoherently after your third orgasm of the night. Nearly feeling sore, blissed out of your mind and well on your way to your fourth, you were near that point of begging for it to stop, desperate for him to ease up.

“Fuh-Fre-Freddy-” You pant out. Your words were running together making you sound drunk on pleasure, on sensation, on him. “S’ shhooo good bu-but I-ahhh! I- cah-an’t-”

This is where his non-gloved hand comes down, a hard smack on your ass that steals your breath and makes your sentence stop short. His gloved hand moves, slides up your back, over your shoulder, and comes down, blades catch and he cradles your face carefully, pulling it up from the couch. Wet leash of your drool connecting your mouth and the fabric breaking as he jerks your head up.

His body curls over yours, you feel his chest meet your back, hot and scarred flesh pressing against your sweaty skin. His hips flush against your ass, a hard grind deep inside of you, right into that sweet spot making you sob again.

His gloved hand squishes your cheeks as his mouth is up against your ear, “Ah, ah, ah sweetheart. Stop that. No fuckin’ talking.”

His hips pull back before driving forward again. His thrusts were shallow now, thick length dragging against your swollen insides and the blunt head of his cock battering that overly sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you over and over again. You cry harder, tears feel hot as they run down your cheeks, bottom lip quivering as you sniff.

The pleasure spikes and builds quicker. Hiccuping breaths and whimpers fall from your mouth, you sound ridiculous and wrecked, especially with him squeezing your face like this. “M’ tryin' to be nice here. I'm tryna fuck you hard so your brain turns off and you forget all that nastiness that went down today."

How generous of him, how kind, you think briefly, he wasn't done though as he said, "And if you’re talkin’ then your thinkin’ and that just won’t do.”

His tongue lathes over the shell of your ear before he bites down on the lobe and the jolt of pain cuts through the pleasure and adds to it. His non-gloved hand slides over your hip and comes between your legs to play with you and ruin you even more. You try to struggle, buck away from his hand, eyes squeezing shut as you moan out, “Oh God-”

A bite of your lip as his body presses harder on yours, keeping you pinned under him, the blades of his glove threaten to break the skin of your cheeks. His other hand continues it’s quest and finds its place, positioned perfectly to tease you even more.

“No, wai-wait! Sto-stop-” You beg and he tuts again. The pace stays the same but they increase in intensity. “You’re still not shutting up? C’mon you know better than this!”

The pleasure was rising, you were going to be riding the edge shortly and he could tell. Your body tensing, trembling, unable to control yourself. “Just give in. Listen to Freddy, I know just what you need after a day like today. So stop being stubborn and just give in.”

You were close, so fucking close you could taste it and you whine out something that could be argued of being a warning of your impending orgasm and he laughs. Head tipping forward, his cheek pressed to yours as he purrs out, “Hurry up, I’m waitin’ for you, cum again and I’ll fill ya up.”

Him saying that, the admission of his own closeness, the promise of cumming inside is what makes you tip over and cry out as you finally cum for the fourth time this afternoon. Your whole body is taut, alive with pleasure and so spent you aren’t sure how it’s possible to be so tired while asleep and dreaming.

It drags on almost painfully between his unrelenting hips and hand and when finally you go slack under him, gasping for air, eyes unfocused and weak moans spilling out he nips at your ear again. His pace was uneven, he was close. “Get ready gorgeous, M’ almost there.”

Less than a minute later he is the one cumming, panting into your ear with a low groan of your name and a string of curses as he throbs and spills into you. The heat and fullness makes you let out a small sound of satisfied pleasure.

A few more small thrusts as he draws it out before seating himself inside you fully with a sigh. You stay like that for a moment, sweat covered and panting, your mind wonderfully blank until he breaks the silence.

You can hear the sadistic grin on his face as he takes in the sight of you as he says tauntingly, victoriously, “See? Cock goes in-”

Another rough thrust of his still hard dick that makes your body jerk under him as he finishes his thought, “-mind goes out.”

You laugh weakly. He was right. You did need this. You felt good, loose, happy, bullshit and the pain of the day forgotten all thanks to your supernatural fuck buddy.

Mission fucking accomplished.

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