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𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 - modern royalty au!lee felix x female reader

wc: 10.4k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: idiots in love (AND THEY FINALLY ADMITTED IT!), no use of y/n, sickeningly sweet pet names (again), felix is really in love and also horny as fuck, mc is thinking about sex 24/7, mentions of nausea but no vomiting, smut warnings under the cut!

synopsis: you and your best friend completed the main objective of your royal lives - your arranged marriage. you’ve both finally confessed your love to each other, and it seems that nothing can go wrong… until the public’s opinion of you becomes clear.

a/n: THE FINAL PART OF FAIRY FLOWERS. I PROMISE YOU THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING AND IS REALLY CUTE AND SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING THIS SERIES AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS PART AS MUCH AS THE OTHERS :D

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sw: oral (m&f receiving), d/s dynamics (both fulfil both roles at some point, but never anything too heavy), INTENSE BREEDING KINK, panty sniffing but they’re still on, pet names in bed, unprotected sex, creampies, slight degradation (he calls mc stupid in bed), squirting

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“How long?”

Felix hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair. He’d been trying to plait some daisies that he’d picked from the meadow into the locks, but he’d given up halfway through. “Forever.”

You sniffed. You’d been crying for what felt like hours, since Felix had confessed to you and taken you back to your room to lay down. You’d since wrapped up warm in pajamas again and were taking the day to yourselves. You both had a lot to process, after all. “Me too, Pixie.”

You could almost feel Felix vibrating with excitement. “I’m sorry, but I have to say - we are both really fucking dumb, sugarplum.”

You giggled, nodding against his chest where you were laying.

“I was so over the moon when you agreed to marry me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it hadn't been you. I just didn’t know how to tell you, I was so scared of ruining the friendship and what we had, and then… you gave me that book,” he finished. He’d said it all in one breath, and he was now almost panting. “I knew then. Or, I thought I knew. I decided I’d risk it anyway and confess, and I had this whole elaborate thing planned. But then you left!”

You groaned, moving to lay so you were looking up at him on his chest. “You can kind of blame Chan for that. He told me you’d read the book, and then you denied it, so then I thought… I thought you’d read it, and then decided I was a freak or something and didn’t want to say anything to me about it.”

Felix shook his head, smiling softly. “I think it’s one of the bravest things you’ve ever done. I was so proud of you when I had finally processed everything, sugarplum.”

You grinned back, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips. You loved that you could just fucking do that now, and it was normal.

“Do you wanna hear the confession? Like, what I had planned?”

“Um, do I? Of fucking course! Tell me, tell me!” You shrieked. You positioned yourself so that your leg was swung over his thighs, fingers dancing up his hoodie to rest on his abs in a moment of non-sexual intimacy. Your Prince still shuddered anyway.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, so. I was going to take you to our meadow at sunset, and I was going to already have a daisy chain made for you. I had plans to put some little lanterns around on a picnic blanket and have some fruit there for us to pick at and eat. I was going to tell you that there was one quote that really stuck with me in the book, when Knightley says ‘if I loved you less-‘“

“‘I might be able to talk about it more.’ It’s my favorite quote. Cliche, because it is the most famous, but it’s just beautiful, isn’t it?” Felix hummed in agreement. You started to trace circles on his soft, tanned skin.

“It’s my favorite too. It reminded me of you. If I had loved you less, I wouldn’t be so scared about risking everything, and I could’ve told you. I could’ve told you that I love you, and everything would’ve been so much easier,” Felix confessed. Your heart felt like it was about to burst with love. You’d compared you and Felix to Emma and Mr. Knightley, and Felix had done the exact same. “Anyway, I really thought about that, and I made you a daisy chain. It’s probably wilted now, but I was going to give it to you. The wedding ring means we’re married, yeah, but a daisy chain is just so us, isn’t it? That’s more of a show of love to me.”

“Not sure I would’ve understood your confession from just a daisy chain and a quote, Pixie, but sure-“

“I’m not done!” Felix yelled. You chuckled, motioning for him to continue. He sighed, looking deep into your eyes. “Anyway, I was going to say all of that, and then I was going to kiss you, like super romantically. Then, I would tell you that I loved you and that I always have loved you, sugarplum. I know it’s simple, but-“

You surged forward, pressing your lips to his. Felix let out a small squeak in surprise, but quickly took it in his stride, using his left hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t be happier. You’d finally got him - and you didn’t feel selfish at all.

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“I’m so… fucking… pissed.” Felix was panting at the door to your bedroom. Your shared bedroom, may you add. You wanted to twirl your hair and kick your feet every time you remembered it. You slept together here, amongst… other things. Looking up from your book, you blinked at him. Reading Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time hadn’t been boring at all to you - there was always something in you that made you obsess over Mr. Darcy. He was the dream, seriously. Well, the fictional dream. Your dreams coming to life existed in the form of your best friend, now husband, all small frame and bleached hair of him.

He was out of breath, sweating, immediately stripping his shirt off to throw it on the floor. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why was he so disheveled? “Lixie… did you run here?”

“Yes,” He whined, throwing himself on top of you on the couch. You’d lit the fireplace in the room and perched on the couch in your most comfortable clothes for the day. You’d had nothing else to do, no duties. Being a Princess now meant you had so much to do all the time, so it was a welcomed change by you to be able to just lounge around comfortably in an oversized shirt and underwear, nothing else. He laid on top of you, disturbing the peace, but his limbs splayed everywhere on top of your body was also welcomed by you. “I’m so mad, I just had to run!”

“Okay,” You hummed, slotting the bookmark into your book and shutting it, putting it on the floor. You tried to stay calm, hoping that your energy would rub off on your husband and calm down the temper that he was in. Felix grabbed your hand and put it in his hair, and you dutifully started scratching. It had become so comfortable to be in a relationship with him, to be married to him for real - there were no other changes, except for the fact that you now had sex - a lot - and slept in the same bed every night. You could even kiss him without shame, which was another fact that you had yet to process. “Do you wanna tell me why you’re so pissed off then, or…?”

He mumbled something incoherently into your chest, making your ears perk. What? Seriously, he was so frustrating - just speak up! You chided yourself. He was in a bad mood, over whatever it was, and it’s totally not his fault that he’s feeling a little nonverbal about it.

“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you, Pixie.”

Felix raised his head slightly, turning to face the flickering fireplace but staying rested on your chest. The fireplace lit up his features, highlighting high cheekbones and pouty lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He got more beautiful every time you saw him, especially with his exposed tan skin at that moment - the flames from the fireplace made him look warm toned, like the sweet cup of coffee you like to help yourself to in the morning. Energising and tempting. You wondered, rather inconsiderately, if you could jump his bones after he’d vented to you. You still had your legs crossed from the moment he entered the room, back pressed up against the armrest and legs obscured with a thick, fluffy blanket. He hadn’t even noticed you were clad in only an oversized bed t-shirt with your underwear underneath, your legs and the blanket covering the exposure.

“It’ll make you sad, I think. I’d hate to make you sad, sugarplum,” He whispered, almost solemnly. You hummed again. Maybe it would make you sad, but if it would make your Prince feel better, you wanted to know. You voiced this statement and he sighed almost immediately. “Okay. People are getting a bit unhappy with the royal family. You’re not really a noble, and people have been… considering you the servant’s daughter, I guess. I dunno. People have also clued in to our marriage being arranged, even though we’re denying it completely, so… They’re angry. Yeah, they’re fucking pissed, sugarplum.”

The rage hit you at once. You shut your eyes. They’re angry? You’re fucking angry. How dare they speak down on you like that? You’ve had years of etiquette training, the same fucking education as their prized Prince. You knew him better than anyone else. You wanted to scream. It had made you frustrated at Felix, when it wasn’t his fault at all.

The heat of the fireplace was now lighting your own fire, deep inside your heart that made you want to lash out against anyone that wasn’t Felix. You knew Felix, knew he would’ve done everything to stand up for you. You weren’t doubtful of that in the slightest. He’d wrap you up in cotton wool even if there was only one person saying you were slightly annoying.

Felix sat up, waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? You didn’t say anything. Are you upset…? Oh God, you’re sad, I’m so sorry-“

“Lix, shut up,” You blurted. He looked at you with the signature deer in the headlights look. You sighed. “Sorry, baby. I’m pissed off, not upset, and I’m not pissed off with you. I’m pissed off with them.”

Felix looked relieved, nodding and falling down against your chest again. “It’s so not fair, right?! They don't get to decide. We gotta show them, show them you’re exactly the right person.”

“Does it matter what they think, realistically?”

“Um, yes,” Felix scoffed. “Remember that one film we watched where they tried to overthrow the government?”

“Pixie, please tell me you’re not talking about The Hunger Games. This isn’t even a government?”

“I totally am referring to that, yeah! It’s like… you’re Katniss, sugarplum. I’m Peeta, right, except way better looking, no offence to him, and I’m a Prince. Everyone loves me, and you’re Katniss. You’re super cool, and sexy, and smart - but then the public just thinks you're evil. The public is… President Snow! Oh my God, this totally makes sense,” He was out of breath at the end, eyes wide.

You held back a laugh. “This is the strangest metaphor you’ve come up with to date, baby.”

“It makes sense though. Okay, no,” Felix shook his head. “I’m being really dramatic.”

“Well, yeah-“

“Shu’up!” He whined, thrashing around on top of you. “Okay, I know I am being dramatic! But, I just want them to love you. I want them to see what I see, you know? You’re perfect.”

His voice was quiet, heartfelt. You let a small laugh come out then, kissing his head. You had to subdue the tension, make a joke in order to make him relax a little. “I hope the public don’t all wanna fuck me, Lix.”

Felix was immediately upright, reaching down to tickle you punishingly. It was your turn to thrash around, trying to kick him, trying to do anything - you hated when he tickled you, but to be honest, you had been winding him up by trying to lighten the mood. It had been your whole goal, really, and you hadn’t thought of the consequences.

He eventually fell back on the couch, his back up against the armrest opposite the one you’d been leaning on. He threw his legs, still clad in dress trousers, over yours. Felix huffed a deep breath, and you were still panting, letting out random giggles reminiscent of the ones you’d emitted when he was tickling you. “You’re right.”

“Huh?” You heaved a loud, obnoxious breath out, still smiling. “Right about what?”

Felix smiled, that silly smile he does when he’s about to make a stupid statement. “I do wanna fuck you. All the time, actually. You drive me fucking crazy, sugarplum.”

You raised an eyebrow. You were going to wipe that stupid smile off of his face. You’d felt way more confident, comfortable in your own skin since you and Felix had confessed to each other and he’d wholly struggled to keep his hands off of you, even in public. You kicked the blanket off of your legs, exposing the exposed skin, and Felix’s face dropped. He stared at your legs, bare and with soft skin from the lotion you used when you showered, and his eyes widened when you spread your legs. Your core was clad with just a pair of white expensive lace underwear - some way overpriced brand that Chan’s wife had recommended to you - and you could see Felix’s gaze drop to the space between your legs. An immediate blush rose to his cheeks, crimson settling underneath the fawn freckles scattered around olive skin.

“You’ve- I… You’ve just been… like that? This whole- this whole fucking time? Baby, sugarplum, my Queen…” He was immediately moving, face moving to settle between your legs and presumably nose at the soft lace. You gripped his soft hair softly, pulling his head back and making him let out a groan before he could even meet the fabric with his button nose. “B-Baby?”

“What are you doing, Lix? You can’t just accost your wife like that,” You scoffed. His eyes were soft, looking up at you. It was new, you two playing like this - honestly, you’d only just become confident enough to key into some of your more innate desires. You loved the teasing, the push and pull, whether it was you or your Prince on the receiving end.

“Lemme eat you out, yeah? Yeah? Please, sugarplum?” He huffed, his tongue peeking out to lick over his bottom lip. Felix’s eyes were darting around, landing on you, on the fireplace, on your covered pussy. Your folds had already started to slick up with your Prince looking so vulnerable, his dark doe eyes panicked and weak. “I know you like it when I do. You love my lips, I know you do. Let me eat you out, and then I’ll… I’ll…” He was trailing off.

You smiled softly, encouraging him. “And then you’ll what, Pixie?”

Felix let out a deep groan, rasping out straight from his chest, your fingers still tight around the soft strands of sandy hair. His roots had started growing out, chestnut brown hair adding to the mix of blonde shades. You loved his blonde mullet, but a part of you missed Felix with his long, dark hair too. “I’ll fill you up. Make you a mommy, yeah? Everyone will know you’re perfect then, if we make an heir… can I? Can I cream in that sweet pussy after you ride my face, sugarplum? Will you let me?”

Your chest heaved, your breathing coming out in thick pants like a fucking dog. Your pussy felt like it was going to drip all over the couch and leave a stain that would be extremely hard to explain to the maids. You managed to nod, a small, overly timid nod that was completely the opposite of how you’d been speaking and acting. Lithe fingers dropped from the strands of hair, and Felix’s face was immediately between your legs.

“Can’t believe this… this sweet pussy was almost fucking out, this whole time, and I’ve been- fucking going on, I’ve been ranting, and I could’ve been tasting you, oh my God,” Felix whined, deep breaths flooding over your clothed core. You moaned, saccharinely sweet. The feeling of the warm flames from the fireplace had made you feel relaxed and toasty, but now you were warm for a different reason. The arousal was building deep in your tummy as Felix nuzzled his nose against your folds, inhaling deeply at the smell of your pussy. The scent of your wetness flooded his senses. It was primal, desperate, and he was whining again when he licked a wide stripe over the fabric, sodden with your arousal. “Mm, yeah. Nice and sweet for me, sugarplum. Always so nice and sweet for me.”

“Taste it then. Properly, Pixie,” You demanded. Unperturbed, he nodded in agreement, sighing with another deep breath when his fingers hooked into the underwear to pull them down your legs. To be honest, they were a sorry excuse for underwear, barely covering anything. You just liked the way the soft, thin lace felt against your skin, and clearly Felix liked them too. When your pussy was exposed to the warm air, Felix was immediately moaning out loudly, face diving into your folds. He ate you without abandon, shoving his tongue between your folds to lick you up of all of your arousal, nose buried in the softness that met him there.

Felix pressed open mouth kisses against your clit, swirling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves. You felt his thumb reach up to pull your pussy back, exposing your clit from underneath the hood to the warm air of the room. He was immediately latched onto it, sucking hard, and you whined loudly. Your orgasm was already building steadily, a white hot heat twisting in your gut at the way he was making out with your cunt filthily. He was smearing his spit everywhere, licking it up and making you flood his mouth messily with your juices.

“Oh God, I’m already- fuck- ‘m already getting close, Pixie, Lix, Lix, Felix, please-“ He nodded against your folds, pulling back to spit messily on your clit and smear it around with his fingers. He used two fingers on the same hand to press at your hole, entering you seamlessly and making you thrash around at the feeling of being full. His fingers were short but God did they feel good when he had you like this, spread out, pliant for him with only a few commands to make your Prince please you just right.

You held his head close to you, making him moan at the feeling of being commanded to make you cum. His fingers pistoned steadily in and out, and you hoped vaguely that it was in preparation for his cock to enter you - not that you needed any preparation with the way his lips were sliding around your pussy messily. You found yourself bouncing back onto his fingers, letting out whines and whimpers when he sucked your clit just right.

All of a sudden, like a sudden crescendo, your orgasm hit you. It hit in what felt like a burning, ecstatic full hour in which you thought you may ascend to the high heavens, dripping hole clenching around your Prince’s fingers tightly as you came. Your jaw dropped in a loud moan, one hand pushing Felix’s head further into you - although it was impossible - and the other digging into the armrest behind you in lieu of letting out the passion you felt. You thrashed, whining out as your orgasm went on, and on, until you were left a panting mess on the couch, sweat slicked back sliding around where your shirt had ridden up in your flurry of movement.

Felix pulled away when your hand on his head went slack, licking his lips. Despite his efforts to clean them up, his lips were still covered in a sheen from your juices and looked plush and ruined. His cheeks blushed, forehead just slightly sweaty. With a quick movement, he was kissing you, flicking his tongue against the seam of your mouth so it parts to allow his tongue inside, you letting out a little sigh once your tongues meet.

He kept kissing you, a filthy exchange of tongues and spit over and over again, building the arousal back up in your gut like the formation of an avalanche. You could taste your orgasm on his lips, making you moan, stifled by his mouth. By the time your lips separate, he’s looking at you expectantly with flushed cheeks and you’re out of breath, staring back at him.

“You gonna pump me full, Lixie?” You whispered, your low tone making him scrunch his eyes shut and nod feverishly. He was unbuttoning his trousers with one hand, pushing them down lithe legs and throwing them on the floor. Just as quick as he’d rid himself of the offending fabrics, he was laying back on the couch in the position he had been prior to eating your pussy, erection straining heavily in his boxers. It looked painfully hard, a small patch of precum staining the black fabric even darker.

“Ride me. Fuck, please, please, sugarplum. Ride me, please, all yours,” He was babbling, shifting up onto his forearms, and you managed to pull your t-shirt off on the way to straddling him. His hips were slender between the ample flesh of your thighs, and you felt powerful above him as he looked up at you, blonde strands staticy and splayed against the armrest.

You teasingly ground into his bulge, staring down at him all the while, trying to prevent your eyes from rolling back into your head at the feeling. The fabric of his boxers was the perfect friction against your overstimulated clit, and his hands instantly went into your hips at the movement, gasping out. His hips thrusted up into you and jolted you slightly on his lap.

“Want it inside, Pixie?” You heaved out a deep breath, making him nod. He’d started to babble again, little incoherent deep sentences. You ignored what he was saying, pulling down his boxers just enough to allow his length to emerge, red and leaking. “Oh, look at that. You look desperate.”

“I- I am,” Felix nodded determinedly. “Need your pussy, my Queen. God, please, just- oh my God-“

He was effectively silenced by you sinking down onto his length, wet hole embracing him in one slick slide. You let out a soft moan, rocking slightly to try and get your hole to accommodate the thickness that had breached you. He looked debauched, lips still wet and hands clutching your hips tightly as he let out deep moans and whimpers.

You started to bounce once your pussy felt like it was burning with need, letting his thick cock fill you up over and over. The slaps of skin and wetness briefly made you feel embarrassed, but you ignored it, focusing on the blissful expression on Felix’s face.

“That’s-That’s so… so good, shit,” He panted, trying to let you take control and keep his hips still. It was difficult, that much you could see by the jilting of his hips every now and again. You leaned back on your hands, gripping his thighs for purchase as you rolled over his length at a steady pace. His eyes were lit up by the fire, images of flames in the whites of his eyes reflecting the deep need burning inside of him.

You were quickly losing all sense of rationality, hips faltering over him a few times as you struggled to keep your pace. “Feels- so fucking good, Lix, I-I-“

Your Prince shifted upright, nose just barely brushing against yours and the angle changing inside of you. Just a little more that way, you thought, and- there, that’s it, shit. You gasped when he brushed your g-spot, bouncing you slowly on his cock to just let his cockhead rest on that spot inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands moving to grip his shoulders tightly.

“It’s okay, sugarplum, I-I got you. That nice and deep, yeah? Yeah? Am I hitting it?” He mused, and you nodded eagerly, trying not to writhe around on top of him. “Think it’ll take?” You opened your eyes confusedly.

“T-Think what’ll take..?”

“Me breeding you, sugarplum. Is the cock so good you’ve gone all stupid on me?” You moaned out at his choice of words, statements from your deepest desire making your hole clench nice and tight around him. He simply smiled fondly at you, letting his warm staccato breaths fan over your face. You felt yourself getting wetter as he started to lean back with you in his arms, keeping that same angle with his hips. “C’mere. Lay flat.”

You were confused again, but you trusted him, so you let him hold onto your waist tightly and shift you onto his front. You felt the ridges of his abdominal muscles press against your tummy, making you try to grind your clit up to gain stimulation from them. He simply cooed at you, soothing you with warm circles drawn on the small of your back before he was thrusting up into you frantically.

You were sure you’d screamed. It was so overwhelming like this, so deep, so thick, so full - you were contemplating if you could cum just from his cockhead bullying into your g-spot. It quickly became apparent to you after a few especially punishing thrusts that yes, you could.

Moving to start chasing your orgasm for the second time, you ground down against him, rendering him speechless as he gazed down at you. He still had you pinned to his chest with a firm grip, and with another shift of his hips he was fucking you at a frantic pace, matching the grinding you were giving him.

“Oh, Lix- Lix, I- I think I’ll-“

Felix nodded in the crook of your neck, watching your asscheeks bounce on his thighs as he took you hard, over and over. He was slurring into your skin. “I’m gettin’- getting fucking- so close, so close-“

“Keep- like that, like that, deep, deep! I’ll- oh my God, oh my God, oh my-“

Stars burst behind your eyelids and you screwed them shut tight, body shuddering in his tight hold as you came around his cock. You registered something wetter, a gush of fluids exploding from you in your orgasm, but you just continued to grind against him, clenching tight.

Felix believed he had died in that moment. “Oh- Oh my God, it’s so wet- so, so, fuck, you squirted, you squirted, I’m-“ Felix was biting his lip hard, almost causing blood to form where his teeth pressed into the thicker section of skin. You kissed his cheek in a daze, eyes half lidded as you let him use your dripping cunt for his pleasure. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna fill you up, yeah, yeah, sugarplum- fucking squirted, so wet, so fuckin’ wet and tight just for me-“

His jaw dropped in a silent moan at the same second his hips halted mid-thrust. You saw his eyes fluttering, rolling back into his head just as he released inside of you with thick, hot spurts. You aided him in that moment, soft grinds to coax out the rest of his cum inside of you. He pinched your hips harshly when he was done, causing you to squeak and stop moving, gazing up at him. You knew you had heart eyes in that moment - he’d made you squirt, for fuck’s sake.

A beat passed, his cock softening inside of you. His eyes were still shut as he tried to catch his breath, hands falling to smooth up and down your thighs. You felt the puddle when you spoke. “I didn’t even know I could do that.”

Felix sighed. “Please do that all the time, sugarplum.”

After getting cleaned up, Felix had put out the fire and taken you to bed where he’d pulled the blanket over you. You felt sated, muscles relaxed as you stretched out your legs on the soft mattress. He sidled in next to you, throwing his arm over your middle and pecking your cheek cutely.

“I love you, sugarplum. We’ll work on a game plan tomorrow, yeah?”

You hummed, eyes already feeling heavy. “Yeah. Love you too, Pixie.”

You felt content, pulling the blanket up to your chin and fluttering your eyes shut peacefully.

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You and Felix had a plan.

It echoed your previous plan, but made a smile come to your face when you realised this was one you had made together. You were going to make up a whole schedule, activities you could do simply such as donating to charity - which you’d already been doing, who has the need for that much money realistically? But this act of good needed to be continued - and the plan that had taken place a few days after you’d created it.

Chan’s wife’s family was coming to visit. Being royals from a different kingdom, the whole town was celebrating and wanting to show off how amazing the town was to impress the other royal family. After all, they were part of your own royal family now, something that had greatly satisfied the public. Chan’s wife’s younger sister, a five-year-old Princess, was your main focus. Not only did you want to meet her anyway, Chan’s wife had decided it would be a great idea for you to go to the fruit orchard near the palace and pick some fruit together, the three of you.

You’d initially been apprehensive, given that Felix wouldn’t be present and you could be extremely fucking awkward when he wasn’t. But, she’d wanted to help, and she was favoured by the public too. It couldn’t help to have her in your company. That, and she’d become somewhat of a friend to you since the wedding. It felt weird to have real friends that weren’t Felix’s friends. It was something you were learning to embrace, and you tried not to overthink the actions you did after the outings.

You stood outside Chan and his wife’s chambers, next door to yours and Felix’s. It made you briefly recognise that you were very thankful that Felix hadn’t been next door to his mother, given what took place between the two of you on the regular. Chan wasn’t much of a better option though, with his teasing quips and boyish smile. You’d dressed nicely for the day, in a simple mid-length dress that was dark navy and long-sleeved, in case you got fruit juices on it. Felix had tried to jump your bones - for some unknown reason, the dress was probably the most conservative you’d ever worn - before you’d left but you’d managed to push past him with a teasing smile and a promise for ‘later’.

Chan’s wife bustled out of the room, a small child in her arms who was wiggling around impatiently. The Princess, you assumed, with her chubby cheeks and big round eyes. Her features echoed her elder sister, but in a more youthful, innocent way. She was in a little pink dress, a white cardigan slung over her small shoulders. You grimaced internally at the thought of fruit smearing over the light fabrics.

“Hi! This is my sister, Nari. She’s a little quiet, but-”

“Hello,” The little girl spoke, waving at you with a chubby hand. “We’re getting fruits today.”

You giggled, waving back at the little girl. “Yeah, we’re gonna go get fruit, all of us. Are you excited, Nari?”

Chan’s wife blinked at the younger girl. “Well, she’s normally quiet, but clearly not today.”

You found the little girl trailing next to you on the way to the orchards, her small hand wrapped around yours. She insisted on not being next to her sister, and you honestly felt like the shiny new toy to play with for the child - but you were fine with it. She was really cute, and it made you wish you’d had some siblings of your own growing up. You didn’t even notice the public taking pictures of you on their phones, too engrossed with the little girl telling you about her recent adventure all the way to get here.

“It took two whole sleeps to get here! Did you know that?”

Chan’s wife looked at you, shaking her head fondly at the younger. “It wouldn’t have taken two whole sleeps, sweetie, but our mother said you insisted on napping in the car. Twice,” She turned to you. “It takes a few hours. At most.”

You nodded, trying to hold back a laugh, but the little girl carried on telling her story as if her sister hadn’t corrected her. You eventually arrived at the fruit orchards, somewhere you hadn’t been an awful lot. It was lined with peach trees, given that they were in season, and your mouth watered. You loved peaches. So did Felix, actually, and you made a mental note to grab yourself an overflowing wicker basket of the sweet fruit to share later on.

Speaking of wicker baskets, your new friend had brought three, holding them in her hands dutifully. You assumed one was for her and Chan, one for you - and Felix, now - and one for Nari.

Nari was still chirping happily alongside you about some other story, you weren’t sure which. She was definitely still in the hyperactive phase of childhood, bouncing from one story to another and telling you random facts from a completely different one. You found yourself nodding along still, letting out ‘ooh, really?’ at what seemed like the right time. Nari was satisfied, her smile growing wider the more that you contributed to her tall tales.

Once you actually got set up, baskets in hands, Nari had run off to the other end of the orchard to grab some peaches off of a much lower tree, where she could just about reach on her tip-toes. You smiled, rather fondly. She really was cute. Just the sight of her in her smart little shoes and dress made you wish again that you had a sibling - or even a child of your own. It must be so beautiful to be able to spend time like this with a young mind.

Chan’s wife shook her head, laughing when you started to make your way down to Nari. “You can leave her there to tire herself out. We can still see her,” She smiled at you. You nodded, still sparing Nari a glance. “I wanted to chat with you, anyway.”

Your chest tightened, mind racing. What could it be? Had she heard something from you and Felix last night?

“Nothing bad, sweetie. Don’t panic,” She admonished, watching your eyes widen. You turned away, starting to pick peaches from the trees and still sparing Nari a glance every now and again to make sure she was okay. She wasn’t more than six feet away from you, really, but you still felt a duty of care over the little girl. “So, I’m sure you’ve been wondering why my family’s visiting.”

You started to fill the basket, humming. She’d followed you, her slender hand, nails perfectly polished appearing in front of you to start grabbing the ripe fruit. “You mean it’s not for our incredibly famous peach orchard?”

She gave you a rewarding laugh. “Unfortunately, no. It’s being announced soon. That Chan’s abdicating,” Your hand halted on one of the round peaches. “I thought you should know, since you’re technically the most important person involved. No one really knows yet, but it’s coming, in a week or so. It means the coronation will also be quite soon.”

You blinked. The most important person involved? She sure thought highly of you. The greenery of the tree leaves had started to look jarring against the light pink of the peaches. “Ah.” You said, rather intelligently.

“Yeah, ah,” She chirped. She’d filled up her basket rather quickly, and had started to continue to fill yours while you just stared at the fruit. You were grateful, but the entire situation had you feeling slightly cornered, as if there were ulterior motives to you meeting. “The abdication will be announced, then the coronation will be announced pretty much a few days after, and then me and Chan will move back to my kingdom. For me to become Queen.”

“Are you nervous?” You blurted.

She let out another comforting laugh, nodding. “I’m really fucking nervous, to be honest. It’s something Chan has always encouraged me to do, though. He seems more than ready to leave Felix in charge of the throne of the kingdom. He thinks it’ll be in capable hands.”

You found yourself agreeing. That wasn’t something you could deny. “Felix loves this kingdom. He loves his people, and they really love him.” You sounded resentful at the end, and your friend picked up on it, elbowing you softly.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up,” She chided you. “People have been taking so many pictures since we got here. They’re going to love you, sweetie. It just takes a bit of warming up. You know, maybe you could get knocked up or something, since it doesn’t sound to me like you’ve been struggling in that department-”

You squeaked, slamming your hand over her mouth in a flurry of movement. Being confident in the bedroom and being able to embrace that elsewhere was a difficult task to complete. Chan’s wife simply chortled behind your palm while your jaw was dropped at her choice of language, so common and straight up crude for a soon-to-be Queen. You couldn’t say much, actually. If anyone heard the language you and their beloved Prince used they’d probably have a heart attack and exile you both. Do people still exile? You realised you had to brush up on your modern royal knowledge, and you also realised you were still holding your hand over the woman’s mouth. Promptly dropping it, you scowled playfully.

“Okay. I guess I kinda had wondered if you’d heard us.”

“Oh, don’t get me started. I always wonder if you hear me and Chan when we-”

“Look, look! I got peaches,” Nari suddenly appeared next to you, barely carrying the basket that was only a quarter full. You almost laughed at the way the little girl had interrupted you, but instead leaned down to ruffle her hair.

“Awesome, Nari. Shall we head back? We can wash them and then you can eat some, yeah?”

Nari nodded eagerly, eyes wide. Chan’s wife pinched her chubby cheek fondly, and all three of you set off home.

After having a very fun, satisfying day, you hoped the public would see you differently.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Today was the day. It would be announced that Chan was abdicating. You’d helped Felix dye his hair a dark brown the night before, because apparently he needed a brand new hair colour when it’s announced that he’d be the new heir to the throne.

You stood in the mirror the morning of the announcement, brushing sweaty palms down your loose, pastel blue dress. It was off-shoulder, a mid-length dress with a conservative a-line that you’d paired with some small black kitten heels. To be honest, you kind of thought that you looked as if you were going to an office job, but when Felix had placed his chin on your shoulder he’d insisted you looked ravishing. You thought he had to say that, or you wouldn’t be the one fucking him every night.

You’d arrived hand in hand to the main hall, smiling fakely at the cheers of the nobles and the selective part of the public that had arrived at the announcement. They didn’t even like you, so why the fuck were they cheering? You tried to push that thought to the back of your head, listening to the clicking of your heels as you and Felix both arrived on the stage, taking your seats off to the side. No one knew what this announcement was for, apart from the royal family and their staff. Not that that mattered anyhow - people were already bouncing off of the walls with excitement at Felix’s new hair colour. He’d given an award-winning Prince-like smile as he walked down the hall.

The hall was decorated accordingly, the kingdom’s designated colour splashed everywhere in the form of balloon garlands and ribbons. There were some splashes of violet, the colour of Chan’s wife’s kingdom. It was meant to be a happy announcement, judging by the way it had been promoted and decorated. It probably would be happy, with Felix’s popularity.

Speaking of Felix, his thumb stroked circles onto your hand. He turned to you and mouthed ‘you’ll be okay’, full lips forming over the words subtly. You believed him, because you believed everything your Prince said.

Chan took to the stand, a podium standing solely in the middle with a mic for him to speak into. Felix and Chan’s mother stood aside of him, crown structured on her head perfectly. Chan’s wife stood on the other side, giving the crowd an effortless, perfect wave. You wished you could be like her.

“Hello, everyone,” Chan spoke into the mic, giving a pearly white smile. “I’ve decided to be the one to give the announcement today. I hope that’s alright with you all?”

The crowd applauded, because of course they did. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, and instead gave a small clap yourself. Felix looked proud of you.

“I’m going to get to the point rather quickly, so that we can get to the festivities even quicker,” Chan giggled. A few murmurs and laughs were heard from the crowd in lieu of a response. “I’m sure it is common knowledge by now that my mother, your Queen, intends to abdicate in order to give me the title of King, before she gets older. I want to thank you all for the warm welcome you’ve given me in regards to this.”

Chan’s wife was rubbing soothing circles at the small of Chan’s back, over the intricately designed suit he was wearing. He was still giving his best smile, mouth formed as if it was the only thing he ever did - grin boyishly.

“I want to announce though, that I intend to also abdicate, too,” He spoke, and the crowd went quiet. “My wife belongs to her kingdom, and I’m nothing but a feminist. I want the best for my love, and as such, I wish for her to be the Queen of her own kingdom, rather than my Queen Consort. I hope you can understand and respect my decision.”

Another few murmurs were heard, a few people nodding solemnly. Felix got up right on cue, going to replace the Queen’s position on Chan’s side. It was time. You stayed in your seat. You thought you could remember that this is where you were meant to stay, until it was time to promote and smile in the festivities afterwards.

“Therefore, I wish to announce that my younger brother, Prince Felix, will be the heir to the throne. His coronation will take place in a few days. I understand this is fast for you all, but I hope you can accept the change with open arms. Thank you for everything you have done for me and my family.” His speech ended with a nod, and there was silence over the whole hall. You waited anxiously with bated breath.

Then, the whole crowd stood up to clap. You cringed slightly at the corniness of it all, but a royal family always had people feeling as though they were in a film. Everyone was cheering, applauding and laughing, happy that the young Prince who had done so much for them would be taking to the throne. Felix simply smiled, nodding and saying little ‘thank you’s in different directions to the crowd. He clapped his hands together triumphantly when Chan moved away, letting Felix take to the mic.

The crowd immediately went quiet, watching him expectantly. They still stood however, dressed in all their finery and looking a damn sight more comfortable in it than you thought you did. “Wow, thank you all for the praise,” He spoke, deep voice rasping over the speakers. You tried to ignore the way your stomach twisted at his deep tone. Now was not the time. “I want to thank you also for the support you’ve given towards my wife, soon to be the Queen Consort.” He motioned to you.

Oh, no. He was lying to their faces and there’s no chance in Hell they would deny it, is there? He was basically forcing their approval, forcing them to admit they liked you, all because you’d shown slight sadness at finding out they didn’t think you were worthy. He was doing it to make them praise you, make them appreciate you. It was kind of…

No, okay, it was really fucking sexy. Seriously, you groaned internally, do you ever stop thinking about sex?

“I appreciate it may have been difficult to understand when we got married. She’s not from a royal background like me, but she is of great poise and elegance. I personally can’t think of anyone better for my Queen Consort, and I’m sure you all agree,” You looked out at the crowd at his words, giving a soft wave. Surprisingly, you saw people start to nod and smile at you. Did your outing the other day work? Or did Felix’s speech just demand respect for you? Either way, you were pleased.

You planned to show Felix just how pleased you were.

Later on, in the festivities, you even found the same noble from the night of your engagement party coming over to speak to you. He stood in front of you again, salt and pepper beard trimmed neatly. You blanched. He’d cornered you last time and you’d panicked. You’d have to do better this time. You stood with a plate of cheeses and fruit in your hand, having been picking at the selection since Felix abandoned you to go and speak to someone regarding his plans for foreign alliances.

“Oh, hello,” You bowed, rather gracefully if you did say so yourself. He bowed in return, smiling brightly. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Indeed, I am,” He responded. You looked out to the crowd of people eating and drinking wine. Where the fuck was Felix when you needed him, for Christ’s sake? “I do hope to apologise to you, however. I admit we all had our hesitations about you becoming Queen Consort, if the rumours of Chris’ abdication were to be true.”

“Oh. Wow. Yes, I understand.” You were feeling timid, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. You bit on a small block of cheese just to have something to do while he stared you down.

“I wish to apologise for that, Princess. We were very quick to judge. You’ve since shown such elegance, on the outing with the two foreign Princesses. It was lovely to see you enjoying it in such a sophisticated manner,” He praised you. You blushed even harder, grabbing another tiny piece of cheese from the plate held in your hand to chew on. You were going to stink of cheese if you didn’t stop eating out of awkwardness, you thought. “That, and it’s very impressive that you continue to be by the Prince’s side.”

Wow. This guy was actually being so nice. He hadn’t even dropped any bomb questions on you like before, maybe-

“Any plans for heirs soon, may I ask?” There it was. You choked on your piece of cheese, covering your mouth and trying to cough it down. God, please go down, you thought, you can’t fucking risk spitting cheese out on this guy. Weirdly, the guy simply laughed, a bellowing laugh that echoed around the hall but didn’t cause anyone to jolt in surprise. “I do love asking questions like that, I am sorry. I’ll leave you to continue with your night.”

You managed to swallow the piece of cheese. You waved at him a bit too late, as he’d already started to walk away laughing, but you still shouted out after him. “Lovely to speak to you!” Oh, God. Could you get any more fucking awkward?

You both arrived back to your room late, the sun already down and the moonlight glowing through the curtains. Felix immediately stripped off to his boxers, grumbling about the suit being tight and too ‘constrictive’. You giggled, kicking your heels off and joining him on the bed when he sprawled out on it, arms splayed wide.

You laid your head on his chest, still in your dress that you’d shucked up to your hips with your movement onto the comfortable bed. You just couldn’t be bothered to get changed yet, worn out from the big day. He’d pulled the canopy down on the four posters around the bed before you’d left, and the sheer fabric obscured you slightly from the rest of the room. “Did so well today, Pixie.”

“Mm, yeah?” His chest vibrated with the deep timbre of his voice, his arm curling around you to hold you tighter. “I’m glad. I really tried to do well, sugarplum. They like you now.”

You scoffed out a laugh. “Only because you told them to, baby.”

“Hey, absolutely not. Peachgate worked a charm,” Felix mused. You’d had so much fun devouring all of the peaches afterwards, and your kisses had tasted of the sweet juice for hours later.

You blushed at the thought of your kisses with each other, normally wet and filthy. Oh, yeah. You almost forgot you’d been planning on showing him just how well he’d done.

“Lixie?”

“Yeah, sugarplum?”

“You really did so well today,” You shifted, still laying on your side but starting to kiss his neck. His head rolled to the side to give you better access, him immediately understanding what you intended to do. “Wanna show you, yeah? I wanna show you how good you are, Pixie.”

Felix groaned when you bit slightly into his collarbone, fingers winding to push your hair out of your face so he could see you. “You gonna let me have that sweet pussy?”

“Hmm, maybe later,” You mused, fingers moving to brush against the waistband of his underwear. His jaw went slack instantly at the contact. “Gonna suck this cock first. Want to worship you, is that okay?”

Felix nodded, his breath coming out heavy now. “Of course, sugarplum. You’re gonna let me cream that pretty mouth, yeah?”

Oh. You stifled a moan, nodding frantically in response. Then, you said something that would mortify you in any other situation, but you had a feeling it would break Felix’s brain. “Absolutely, my King.”

Felix’s eyes widened. With a swift movement, he was grabbing your waist, kissing you chastely as if he was apologising for what he was about to do. He pushed you down between his legs by his shoulder, your face positioned just slightly above his boxers. His cock was already starting to fatten with arousal, thickness pressing against the fabric and rendering it sheer like the canopy surrounding you.

“You better get my cock in that mouth now or so help me God.”

You blinked up at him in surprise. It took a moment before you realised what you had intended to do, and your fingers were dragging down his boxers, revealing the cock you were so well-acquainted with. This time, your eyes focused on the full, heavy balls underneath his shaft too. You wanted them in your mouth.

Leaning forward, you ran your tongue over his leaking cockhead before curling your fingers around the base of his length. Felix let out a shuddering breath, encouraging you to continue. With a swift movement, you sunk your head down to engulf the amount of his length that you could manage without choking, using your hand to pump the rest.

“O-Oh, yeah. That’s good,” Felix hummed, spreading his legs wider for you to have greater access to him. You continued to bob your head, tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft up to his cockhead. You swallowed down any precum that accumulated in the slit. Ensuring the blowjob got wet and messy with spit, you pulled off to pump his shaft, slick with the remnants of your mouth. In a brief moment of confidence, you lowered your head and then you were sucking his balls into your mouth.

He jolted sharply, almost kicking you. He let out a high, broken moan, letting you swirl your tongue around his balls and suck sharply. “Ah- ah, that’s filthy, fuck- yeah, yeah, sugarplum, shit, that’s it. Dirty girl.”

You moaned against his skin, letting his balls slide out of your mouth with a pop and returning to suckle on his cockhead. He let one hand go down to your head, pushing your hair back off of your face so he could see you, and you gazed up at him with wide eyes.

“D-Don’t stop looking at me like that, sugarplum,” Felix slurred out, grabbing you softly by the hair to pull you off of his cock. “Fuck, can I…? Hhnnng- can you- can you open your mouth, stick your tongue out, please? Fuck, always thought about this, shit.”

You felt yourself burst with happiness at those words - that he’d always imagined this, before you followed his instructions. You opened your mouth and let your tongue loll out obediently. Before you could process why he’d asked you to do this for him, he was gripping his length and slapping the cockhead against your tongue. You could feel humiliation pooling inside of you, but it was overwhelmed by intense arousal.

Felix started to jerk his cock in front of your face, his small hand making it look so thick. He was frantic, jerking at his shaft intensely while he looked at you, grunting every so often when his cockhead managed to hit your tongue again. It was so filthy.

“That- oh, oh, yeah, that’s it- fuck- gonna, gonna-“ He let out another high, broken sound as ropes of white cum started to cover your tongue. You were quick to wrap your lips back around his tip, suckling and milking his balls of the rest of the cum he had to give you. Eventually, he fell back boneless, his eyes hazy. “Oh my God.”

You giggled, licking your lips clean. Weirdly enough, you felt so content that you’d worshipped his cock so well that you didn’t feel the need for your own orgasm, sidling up to him in bed. “Good?”

“Good?” Felix scoffed, turning to look at you. Once he looked at you he giggled cutely, leaning to nuzzle his nose against yours. He pulled you in closer before he spoke. “Fucking amazing, sugarplum. You blew my fucking mind.”

“You blow mine everyday, Pixie.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You were a Queen Consort. Officially, in full blown fucking writing. Black and white. Plain as day, your name, followed by the title of Queen Consort in swirly, intricate writing. Shit was getting serious. You were the Queen Consort, and the love of your life was the King.

The coronation had gone well. It was a process you’d honestly zoned out a little for, beneath all of the finery and decorations draped around the palace. There’d been a horse and carriage, or something. You weren’t sure. You honestly weren’t as involved as you’d presumed.

You had stood in front of the kingdom, however - it was being broadcasted on TV also for the people who couldn’t attend - when they’d announced your brand new title. Your mother had bawled. The Queen herself had actually also sobbed. Everyone in the crowd had even cheered, so they really did like you now.

You thought of your journey, from a scarred-knees type of kid in your long white socks who followed Felix around intently to where you were now. Some days, you still felt like a fraud - this had all happened in a few months. You’d gone from believing your love was unrequited, never to be returned to being married to the only man you’d ever love. You even got to fuck him every night, so that was a bonus.

You’d held a bouquet of baby’s breath at the coronation on Felix’s request. Blinking down at it while people cheered, you felt weirdly content. You’d do your best to serve the country, even if you still felt like the same young girl with an unrequited love for her best friend.

When his dainty hand was placed upon the small of your back and a small kiss was pressed to your forehead, wholly real and unfalse despite the fact that you were in front of so many people, you shook that thought out of your head. You were there, present and a different person to what you’d previously been.

It had taken a while to get here, but one thing you were absolutely sure of: you’d been in love with Lee Felix for as long as you could remember, and he loved you back unconditionally.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Epilogue

You stared at the offending object in front of you. Was it offending, really? Hadn’t you both wanted this, even beneath the whole dirty talk facade of it all?

The pregnancy test felt like it was taunting you, two blue lines clear as day. What the actual fuck? It made sense, really, you mused, finger tapping your chin comically as you thought. You’d been feeling nauseous, yeah. You’d missed your period, and maybe your tummy was feeling a little bloated and swollen. All the signs of a baby, really.

Okay, yeah. It made perfect sense. You were fucking pregnant.

When the door to your room shut, you panicked. You’d been in the ensuite staring at the test for so long that you’d completely forgotten that Felix was due home at any point now. You didn’t know what the fuck to do, and in your brief panic, you wrapped the pregnancy test up in toilet roll and attempted to flush the test down the toilet. Not your brightest moment, you’ll admit.

Especially when the toilet water started rising, and your heart started beating extremely quickly.

A knock on the door made you exclaim in surprise, pressing your back against the bathroom door as if the lock wouldn’t stop him from coming in. You had to have that extra barricade. You looked down at your tummy, hand smoothing over your skin. There was a whole fucking baby in there. Okay, no, it probably wasn’t a baby yet. It was just a bunch of cells chilling in your womb with no care in the world, if a bunch of cells could even think and contemplate life.

“Sugarplum? Are you in there?”

Your eyes widened. Oh, no. “U-Um, yeah. Welcome back Lixie. You can’t come in.”

You heard a giggle from the other side of the door. “Why not? I’ve seen you pee before-“

You blushed, still staring at the toilet. The test floated in the water menacingly. You wanted to punch it, and then yourself. “Um. I’m not peeing, I’m in the shower.”

“Oh. Okay, I can’t hear it, but I’ll just… I’ll go then. See you when you’re done, sugarplum,” Felix was still chirping happily. You grimaced. He needed to know.

“Wait.” You turned around, taking a deep breath. You could practically feel his presence on the other side of the door, as if you were psychic. He was waiting patiently. You reached up, sliding the lock open and opening the door just a crack. He stared at you, eyes wide and gazing at your appearance. You most definitely weren’t in the shower, and were standing there awkwardly, fully clothed and cheeks red. He thought you looked absolutely radiant.

You thought he did, too. He’d been horseback riding by the looks of it, probably with Chan as he was visiting. He was still clad in tight trousers, boots taken off but a tight suit jacket still zipped up around his lithe frame.

“I got somethin’ to show you, so. Come in.”

Felix looked confused. You didn’t blame him. You opened the door wider and yanked him into the lavish ensuite. He stood there with his eyes closed and lips pursed, trembling as if he was very close to laughing at your expense. You pointed at the toilet, trying hard not to be bothered at his amusement.

“Look.”

You knew this would appear insane to anyone else, but Felix’s eyes opened anyway, staring at the toilet. The pregnancy test still floated there, bobbing like an apple in a tub of water on Halloween.

“I tried to flush it. I dunno why. Panicked.”

“Is that-? Sugarplum…?” He was speechless. Oh God. You nodded anyway, clutching onto his arm as if you were scared he’d run. “That’s a pregnancy test?”

You nodded again.

He took a deep breath. “And it’s…? It’s in the toilet. Why is it in the toilet, sugarplum?”

“Um. I flushed it, because it’s positive, and I panicked when you got back,” You blushed. You were so fucking stupid sometimes. “I’m pregnant. Didn’t know how to tell you, so… I’m just telling you.”

Felix blinked. “Isn’t it kinda menacing right now? It’s just staring at us.”

You gasped. “That is exactly what I thought, isn’t it so fucking creepy? It’s like a knife or something. Sinister.”

It seemed that in that moment, the reality of the situation hit Felix, and he turned to you, looking at your belly with wide eyes. He looked up at you. Then yet again, he looked at your belly.

Then, he let out a blood-curdling yell, picking you up and swinging you around the room. You screamed in surprise, clenching onto his shoulders.

“You’re pregnant! Shit! You’re pregnant, oh my God! We’re gonna have a little mini me running around,” Felix was still yelling as he ran with you in his arms back to the room. He looked as if he was going to throw you onto the bed for a cuddle, but instead, he chose to place you down delicately after having a moment to think. He was smiling from ear to ear, moving to his knees to deliver a sweet peck to your tummy. “Little baby in there. Mini me. Or mini you. Little fucking bean.”

“It’s just a bunch of cells right now, Lix,” You giggled when he kept kissing your belly. “It’s not a living thing.”

“No, but it will be my baby. I’m gonna wait on you hand and foot, not gonna be allowed to do anything for nine months. Y’hear me, sugarplum?” You nodded in response. He started muttering in disbelief. “Fuckin’ pregnant. No wonder you’ve been looking so radiant, sugarplum. I’ve been wanting to fuck you senseless every day!”

You gasped at his words, and again when he was quickly looming over you to give you your own kisses.

You moaned when he started kissing your neck. “‘M gonna fuck you senseless, sugarplum. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you more, Pixie, my King.”

END.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Lambert and the Tribute

Ok. Hear me out. You know how there is the porny/smutty trope of the witcher who saves a family/town from a dangerous beast? And the towns folk are like, well, we don't have (or want to spend) money, so, here is our young sexy innocent but eager son/daughter as a tribute? *cue porn music*

So as usual last night, I was thinking about blorbos and shit instead of sleeping, and was like...how about we turn that trope around a bit? (not that there is anything wrong with it, I just like fiddling with tropes)

I present to you my concept, and I'm using Lambert for this because as I thought of it, I could hear his voice in my head.

...

So, Lambert comes back from the hunt, exhausted, out of breath, bruised, cut up, but triumphant.

He stands in front of the penniless farmer with the gnarly severed head of a beast. He has saved all of their lives. Because of him, life continues.

But the poor farmer is clearly distraught. He is a young man, early twenties, and is like...thank you so much Mr Witcher sir, we are mighty obliged. But sadly, tragically, we have no money. The harvest was lost, and we are hungry as it is.

The poor farmer tries to explain. Sir, I would gladly offer you my sexy and eager but wide eyed and innocent daughter as tribute, but tragically, my kids are too young to be sexy tributes. Mr. Witcher, they simply aren't reproductive age yet.

And the farmer is standing there, just anxious as hell about what the witcher will demand instead, like, will it be his young bride? His beautiful raven haired wife? They're basically newlyweds still and so very much in love. He can't abide the thought! He's racking his brain, is there anyone young and nubile and teen of aged in the next town???

And then he realizes fuck, WORST OF ALL, I hope this fucker doesn't want the law of surprise because that never ends well. Inside, this man is screaming, please do not take my kids in any capacity.

But isn't that what witchers ALWAYS want??? Children to make into MUTANTS????

So this poor (in every sense of the word) guy is stammering and angsting, but Lambert isn't paying any attention to him. He literally has not said a single word to him. He's not even looking at him. He's leaning a little to the right and looking past this guy, over his shoulder.

The farmer starts to get annoyed. Mr. Witcher, he thinks, I'm struggling here, help me out a little.

Lambert drops the nasty monster head with a thunk and turns back to the guy. Lamb is not particularly put out. He knew this family was poor. But still. This doesn't have to be for nothing.

He wipes the bloody sweat off his forehead with his arm and nods behind the man.

"What about him? He game?"

The farmer looks like his brain has just blanked out. He stares in silence. He slowly turns and looks behind him. Then he turns back to Lambert, waiting for him to laugh or to clarify. Lambert just stares at him expectantly.

"Well?" Lambert asks.

The penniless farmer is like.. "You---you want...m-...m-"

The young farmer doesn't wanna say it because that can't be right and he doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But Lambert is not helping him out at all. He's just looking at him like he's an utter dumbass, just waiting for him to get his shit together. "Spit it out, man."

Farmer tries again. "Mr. Witcher, sir. Are you saying that you want...my... FATHER?"

Lambert looks back at the object of his fascination. An older man is working, hauling bales of hay, loading them up in a wagon. And this man is like, mid-fifties, barrel chest covered with gray hair, full beard, inhospitable expression, overalls, dusty boots. He's thick, muscled and hard, he's covered in sweat, he's got calluses, he looks exactly like a man that's been busting his ass in the fields for more than a few decades.

As Lambert stares at the father, his expression starts to look a little hungry. "Is that your pops?"

"Uhhh yes?' The farmer's voice kind of screeches into a higher register.

Lambert shrugs. "Ok, well yea, your pops then. Ask 'im if he's game. Go ahead. I ain't got all day."

The young farmer just swivels, his eyes still in disbelief, still thinking he's going to humiliate himself. He wants the ground to open up and swallow him. He is starting to think maybe his youngest kid would make a good witcher after all. But Lambert is waiting and doesn't look perturbed. He doesn't look like he's kidding.

"Uh, dad?" The farmer is well, well into adulthood but his voice still cracks. But his dad hears.

The big older guy drops his bale and turns around. His eyes are sharp and hard. "Yep?"

The young farmer swallows. "Yes, um, father, the witcher here saved us."

"Obliged." The older man's voice is low, gravely, and he sounds like a man who does not suffer fools.

Lambert nods, an eager twinkle starting to gleam in his eyes. "Glad to help. It's what I do."

The young farmer continues, "And well, you know, we don't have any money to pay him. What with the bad harvest and all."

The dad nods, waiting. He's quiet too, not helping the young farmer out at all. So the younger farmer soldiers ahead. "So, father, he, the witcher that is, was wondering, um, if you would, um, want to be the uh..." he takes a breath and tries to say it fast, "tribute."

The young farmer almost faints from mortification. He's waiting for his dad to laugh at his idiocy. To shout at him. To kick his ass.

But what the Dad does is slowly raise his eyebrows. Then he turns purposefully towards Lambert. He switches his weight a little to one of his hips, and just quietly begins to look Lambert up and and down, assessing him with extreme interest. He is silently just raking his eyes from the top of Lambert's head down to his toes.

Lambert's grin gets wider, like it gleams, because at this point, he knows he's in. If the man is checking whether he is his type, then well, he's good with men. And Lambert just knows he'll be this man's type. Why wouldn't he be for fuck sake?

When the older man's gaze gets to his crotch, Lambert gives his prick a cocky little squeeze and licks his lips.

The older man grunts, and if the young farmer didn't know it was an interested noise, he certainly does when his father gives Lambert a wink. "Name's Abe, young buck."

The young farmer whispers several prayers for the gods to deliver him from this moment.

"Hi Abe," says Lambert, just eager and smug sounding as shit.

Abe takes his gloves off and hands them to his son as he passes him. He only says three words. "Don't wait up."

Lambert chuckles to himself, and there is a little hop in his step as they walk off together, since he is already anticipating the cock in his ass and could not be more overjoyed. Abe slides his hand down Lambert's trousers and squeezes his ass possessively.

The younger farmer just stands there with his jaw dropped. He had no idea whatsoever that his dad has this side to him. That man silently and stoically raised a family of seven children with his dearly departed mother, rest her soul. All his father ever did was work. You think you know a person. Honestly.

Lambert and Abe are long gone, and the son is still standing there in shock, when his beautiful young bride comes out of the house with a toddler on her hip. "Where did father go?"

The young farmer always likes that about his bride, she calls his dad father. "Yes. Heeee, um, went to pay the witcher for his services."

The young bride is surprised, she didn't know that father had money after the poor harvest they'd had, what with the locusts and all that. But oh isn't that a nice surprise, she thinks. "Well how generous of him. What a kind and giving man father is."

The young farmer puts his arm around his beautiful bride and pulls her in tight. "You know what my darling," he says, "it didn't seem like he minded in the least."

---the end

(and if any of you talented writers out there wants to write the sex scene, I would pledge my eternal friendship and love to you)

#the witcher #the witcher fanfic #lambert #this is for my lambert loving homies #you know who you are #descarada writes

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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hello! so i have another story idea with Larissa.

so what if the reader was snooping around larissas office until she finds a vibrator and handcuffs and a strap on, so she takes the 3 toys to her room so the reader can test it out, once larissa returns to her office she goes to get those toys for herself and she sees it’s gone until she hears moans, but the reader is moaning larissas name as if she was fucking her and then larissa peeks and sees the reader has her toys so larissa comes in the readers room and says something and then larissa takes full control, basically eating her out first then fingering then all the toys, and maybe larissa can overstimulate the reader🤭

YES OK 😳 ~ @am3liarxse I LOVE IT. THANK YOU for the request. I would be honored. I think I’m gonna spin an innocent kink in there as well… hehe, this was a lot of fun to make 😁😏

Sweet Corruption ~Larissa Weems xFem teacher!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, porn with little plot…, smut, sex, oral sex, eating out, fingering, strap fucking, corruption kink, innocence kink, bondage kink…?, praise kink, degrading kink…?, just lots of smut.

Long ass smutty fic

Enjoy (;

Your students had told you that they had had their toys collected by Principal Weems whenever they were being a distraction. In fact, they complained about it a great deal…

And being the student friendly, hint of mischevious teacher you were, you decided you were gonna surprise your students by getting some of their toys back.

If you only knew…

Later that night, you crept into the principals office, being cautious not to make a sound. You cracked the door open and slid in.

You made your way over to her desk and began searching the drawers for the student’s toys. This is when you started to have second thoughts… You were searching through the principals private things… for just some toys?

And that’s when you opened an interesting drawer. A drawer which contained 3 odd items. A purple odd cylinder-ish shaped thing, a pink rod with what looks like backpack straps on it, and handcuffs…

We’re these the toys the students had been talking about?

Suddenly you heard a noise. You jumped, and decided to just take these items and figure it out later.

After basically sprinting through the halls, you found yourself back in your private courtiers. You layed the “toys” out on your bed. And you eventually came tk the conclusion that these were not your students toys. Because who would play with a pink rod with backpack straps??

You sighed with defeat. But still quite curious about what these objects were. I mean you knew the handcuffs, but why would Principal Weems have handcuffs in her drawer. It just didn’t make sense to you.

You picked up the purple oddly shaped thing and noticed it had a button on it… You pushed it curiously, and to your surprise, the object started to vibrate. You threw it back on the bed with a yelp.

You could hear it vibrating on your bed, and you cautiously went to pick it up again. It felt… oddly soothing…

You placed it against your arm and hummed in satisfaction at the light pleasure filled vibrations it sent through your body.

You started to move the vibrating object around. From your arms to your neck to your shoulders, eliciting more content filled hums.

Larissa had noticed they were gone the moment she sat down at her desk.

Her things were array from their usual position, and the drawer hadn’t been closed all the way.

She tried to keep calm as she searched her entire office for those items.

Imagine if a student got their hands on those…

Larissa was starting to panic a bit, but resolved to go check her private courtiers before deciding on any theft accusations.

She quickly walked down the lengthy halls of Nevermore. Eventually reaching the staff’s private rooms. As she was walking by yours, she though she heard a faint noise, which eerily resembled one of her devices.

You were such an innocent soul, you would never… would you?

Pricking her ear to your door, she heard the definite sound of her vibrator as well as hums and beginning moans from you.

Then, she heard you actually moan…

You had hit your nipple with the vibrator and it had sent an insane amount of pleasurable electricity though your body… It had caused a lengthened yelp to escape your body, as images of your boss flooded your mind.

Larissa froze when she heard her name...

Her mind trying to convince her that it wasn't what it was...

That she didn't have the perfect opportunity to corrupt your deliciously innocent soul...

But she kept hearing her vibrator. On your body. Being used in such a naive way...

If this is what you sounded like pure, what sounds would you make when corrupted...?

The thought made her eyes go dark and her lips start to drool. She couldn't take it any longer...

Larissa swung the door open, elegantly yet with haste, to find you already a hot mess...

Pupils dilated... knees wobbling... her vibrator on your breast.

And then you quickly realized you had been found out. Your face went red, and you dropped the vibrating object.

That's what broke Larissa. She knew she just had to break you... corrupt you... make you hers...

"Finding everything alright?" Larissa asked with taunt and lust coating her words.

You just whimpered, unsure what to say.

"I'm sorry... I... I was looking for your collected student contraband... and found... these..." you stuttered your way through your explanation, embarressed.

"And do you know what these are, darling?" Larissa amusingly purred, revelling in every second of this.

You shook your head in disgrace for what you had done.

"I'm sorry. I understand if you need to fire me now..." you meekly spoke, not understanding any of the subcontext of what you had done or what Larissa was about to do...

"Want me to show you?" she inquisitively purred, making her way closer to you, and closing the door with a click of the lock.

You gulped.

And then nodded like it was instinctual to you...

Your stomach felt like it had butterflies flying all inside it, and your knees felt like they were about to collapse on you.

"What's happening...?" you softly spoke, not understanding any of what you were feeling. "am I dying...?"

Larissa chuckled as she sweetly addressed you, "No my love, your just nervous. If you let me, I would love to show you..." her tone was softer now.

You thought back to that moment with the purple, vibrating thingy... You thought about how it had felt when it had been on your chest... What you had seen...

Your breath had become short all of a sudden.

You were scared, and Larissa could tell.

"It's alright, love. You just tell me what's ok, does that work?" she purred.

"Yes please..." you whimpered, already anticipatory and needy.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, love.” Larissa lightly commanded.

You, forgetting about the toys for the moment, move them to place yourself as Larissa requested.

She then came over and knelt before you, leaving you confused. She cupped your face and tilted her head slightly.

This was going to be fun...

“Can I kiss you, love?”

You nodded.

“I need words, darling.”

“Yes..”

Larissa’s lips collided with yours, eliciting a gasp from you and a smirk from her. The kiss was sweet and kind, but also filled with want and desire.

She wanted to corrupt you so badly...

At some point, Larissa slid her tongue into your mouth, and you thought your soul was going to leave your body. She proceeded to fuck your mouth very slowly and deliberately. It was mind-boggling to you. You felt so good. Like it was the answer to all your problems.

And then Larissa receeded. You whined in protest, but was quick to try and cover it.

Larissa lightly chuckled at this, “Let me hear you, love.”

“Please…” you begged, not even sure what you were begging for.

Larissa smirked, her cheeks lighting up with a rosy tint. She slowly spread your legs, as you sat there confused but allowing it.

She came up to your face, tugging on your skirt waist line, “I’m going to take this off alright?”

“Ok…” you whispered, not sure where this was going…

She grinned at your confusion, slowly pulling your skirt down.

Now you were in your panties, spread out on the edge of your bed for her…

She couldn’t help but grin. It was such a heavenly sight…

“I’m gonna take these off too, hmm?” she purred at you, while gently tugging at your panties.

You bit your lip anxiously, “yes please…” you whimpered.

At the sight of your heated core, Larissa couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Oh the things she would do to you…

You held yourself up with your elbows, curious to see what Larissa was doing…

That’s when she first brushed her tongue along your folds…

Your legs buckled, your eyes rolled back, your whole body spasmed…

“Ohh OHhHH!” you moaned out as Larissa ran her tongue around your clit.

Your body flooded with a warmth and it began to tighten, uncomfortably so…

But your head was too light and away to convey this properly, “What… Larissa… Something… please…” you moaned.

Larissa chuckled into your core, sending even more vibrations and build up throughout your body. She continued to lap you up, delighting in all the sounds she elicited out of you.

“That’s it love, your doing great.” she praised.

Larissa could tell you were getting close. Your breathing became more erratic, your legs trembling around her head, your moans turning into mewls and whimpers.

“please… please… please…” you repeatedly begged, again not sure what it is you exactly wanted…

“Your doing so good for me, baby, that’s it..” Larissa purred.

She sped up her pace of her tongue fucking your soaked core, making you more and more needy.

Until one final lick made your body snap. Waves of euphoria poured through your body, one’s you’d never known were possible. You swear you could see stars. It was heavenly.

Larissa watched you cum with her name on your lips, legs trembling, fists clenched together, and your pussy tightening on her tongue as she lapped up all your juices. The sight spurred her on even more…

She helped you recover from your orgasm, and when she came up to meet your face, she found you breathing heavily with a massive grin on your face.

Larissa chuckled, “What, you like that?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

She moved to your ear, “Want to see what else I can do?” she purred.

You looked at Larissa with eager, naive and dialted eyes.

You nodded again.

Without warning, Larissa then stuck a finger into your aching, sensitive cunt. You yelped which turned into a moan, as she proceeded to pull her finger in and out of your entrance.

“Oh my… Fuck!” you cried out, grabbing ahold of her to stabilize yourself. She had picked up the pace of her finger fucking…

Larissa just grinned like a Cheshire Cat in response.

She then added a second finger… which made your moans turn into cries.

“Fuck…! Feels so good!” You moaned into her shoulder, bucking your hips into her fingers.

“That’s it… Be a good girl and take my fingers, love…” Larissa purred, her eyes meeting yours, a depth of lust within them.

Pretty soon, you were on that edge again… the edge that came before that crazy rush… and you found yourself chasing it…

Your hips bucked sloppier, your moans turned into begging…

“Please… please… I’m gonna…” you said in between every sloppy, furious buck of your hips into her fingers.

Larissa’s chuckle this time was darker… much darker… “That’s it… cum on my fingers like a good girl…”

This time, it was her words that tipped you over the edge. And the other side was even better this time. Your body rang with pleasure and heat. You muffled your cries into Larissa’s shoulder.

Again, Larissa helped you down from um your orgasm. Even more sensitive than last time, you yelped at her fingers circling your sensitive clit.

Your breathing was completely whack now, and your mind was spinning even worse.

It was then that Larissa leaned into your lips, crashing hers into yours. You moaned, which Larissa graciously swallowed, tasting yourself on her lips.

She broke off the kiss, making you whimper yet again, causing her to chuckle yet again.

“Now… to the matter at hand… Why don’t I show you how those toys really work?” she suggestively purred while marking your neck.

You moaned in response.

Fuck, you and completely forgotten about them…

“Is that a yes?” Larissa tauntingly played with you.

“Yes, fuck yes!” you cried.

Larissa couldn’t help but delight in how messy and mind-fucked you already were…

She grabbed the vibrator and handcuffs.

“You were playing with this when I came in, yes?” She questioned you.

You sheepishly nodded.

Larissa grinned at your blushing response, “Be a good girl and lay yourself out on the bed.”

As you followed her instruction, Larissa began to unzip her dress. You couldn’t help but stare at her practically nude body.

“What…?” She quipped.

“You look… stunning…” you basically moaned as you drooled at the sight of Larissa in her undergarments.

At that, Larissa blushed…

“Why thank you, love…” she purred as she climbed on the bed and proceeded to straddle you.

“Now… let’s take this off…” Larissa said, while indicating and starting to remove your shirt. You happily complied… she also removed your bra, freeing your breasts.

“Put your hand above you head for me.” Larissa directed. You followed, but a bit confused…

That’s when Larissa brought up the cuffs, clicking them in place, restraining your wrists.

You gasped lightly at the sensation and restraint.

“Does my good girl like being tied up?” Larissa taunted, seeing your dials ring pupils. You sheepishly nodded again.

“Words. Good girls use words.” She sternly said.

“Yes, God yes! Please…!” You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet hers.

She then pulled out the vibrator eliciting another gasp from your lips. She clicked it on and you couldn’t help but whimper.

Larissa then came up to your lips and kissed you as she placed and encircled your breasts with the vibrator.

You moaned and mewled into her mouth, struggling against the handcuffs, keeping your hands tied.

Larissa chuckled into your mouth as she began to move down south with the vibrator…

You mewled more and more.

Just as she was at your cunt, she stopped. You whimpered and groaned in response.

Larissa looked at you, a fucking mess, and smirked. “Beg.”

You whimpered.

“I won’t ask again, slut.” She almost sneered this time.

You couldn’t help but moan at her words, your hips bucking with need even more…

“God, please Larissa… please… I want you… please… ruin me…” you begged, with no logic to your thoughts. You pulled against your restraints in desperation.

Larissa hummed in satisfaction, kissing you again. You got enveloped in her delicious lips, and that’s when she placed the vibrator on your clit.

You cried out in response, furiously bucking your hips. Your oversensitive clit being circled by Larissa’s vibrator was making you see stars. You were gonna cum again… soon… and hard… it was becoming too much…

Then it went to your folds… and you were done for…

You bit down on Larissa’s lips as your third orgasm crashed into you head on. You drew blood, making Larissa herself moan into your mouth, as your were screaming her name again. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking now and your heart was pounding. You felt dizzy and euphoric. Sick yet sated… Shallow breathing, yet the deepest you’d ever felt…

Larissa hummed with pleasure at the sight of you. She removed and set aside the vibrator and grabbed the strap.

You whimpered when you realized you weren’t done…

And you looked at her with confusion as she attached the straps to her waist and thighs…

But you also couldn’t stop your body from wiggling with anticipation and excitement…

Larissa undid your restraints and just looked one your helpless, thoroughly fucked figure…

“Tell me what you want.” she lustfully commanded.

“You, God please I want you Larissa!” you cried.

She climbed on top of you…

“Then be a good slut and spread your legs for me.”

You did so with a whimper… those eyes of hers told you she meant business…

She took ahold of your hands, holding them above your head, as she lines up her dick with your aching pussy.

And without warning, she plunged into you…

“Holy shit!!” You cried out, not prepared for her at all.

But your hips bucked against her dick furiously, telling her not to stop…

And Larissa wasn’t going to stop… No, she was going to corrupt and own you forever…

“I love all the dirty words you spew for me, slut…” Larissa egged you on, as she thrusted into you at a merciless pace.

Your mind was now complete mush. You could produce mewls and moans but no way in hell an actual sentence…

She pounded into you, and before you knew it, you were cumming on her dick.

Cumming hard…

You screamed her name like a broken record, tears streaming down your face, hips jerking from overstimulation… Your eyes glazed over, your body going limp, lip quivering.

Larissa pulled out of you, at the concern of going too far. She grabbed and took you into her embrace.

Cradling you she whispered, “You did you good, baby, such a good girl…”

You sniffled and whimpered.

She cupped your face, looking into your fucked out eyes, “I’m here, love…”

She placed her head against yours… Your ruined, absolutely destroyed body, unsalvageably corrupted self…

“your mine now.”

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 6 days

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Stars Align: Part 6

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Smutty Smut, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Guilt, Angry Bradley returns, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Alcohol, Swearing, and just a whole lot of feelings in this bad boy.

-- Part 5 Here --

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18+ Only - Smutty Chapter

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Past:

The day had rolled around quickly, and you were packing the last of your box's into the back of the trailer. You checked your watch and sighed. Bradley had promised he'd come say goodbye, but he was nowhere to be found and you had to leave.

You paced up and down the driveway as your family did a final check of the house, and you contemplated calling him as your dad closed trailer door.

He sighed and walked over to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder, ''We have to go, sweetheart, we have a very long drive ahead of us.''

You looked up at your dad with watery eyes, and nodded. If Bradley really wanted to say goodbye he'd be here. You climbed into the car next to your siblings, your dad climbed in and started the engine.

You huffed as you leaned your head against the window, the moment seeming almost surreal. You couldn't believe you were leaving.

You'd gone around to the Bradshaw’s the day before to say goodbye, having a long cup of tea with Carole before you left, but Bradley had insisted he would come round to say goodbye properly.

You bit back tears as your dad started to pull away, your chest tightening at the thought of not just being able to sneak in through Bradley’s window at night, or him waltzing into your house at any given time of day without warning. You knew you’d be hard pressed to find a friendship like this again.

Suddenly, your brother noticed something in the rear view mirror straightened in his seat and craned his neck.

''Stop! It's Brad, look!'' he pointed, and your dad stopped the truck. You looked into your moms side mirror and sure enough, Bradleys own truck was hurtling down your long street, coming to a screeching halt behind the trailer.

You climbed out and walked over as Bradley opened his door.

''I thought you weren't coming.'' you grinned, your arms crossed over your chest as the cool Autumn breeze blew over you.

''I would have come sooner, but they took longer than I thought to make them, and they messed up the inscription the first time.'' Bradley chuckled apologetically as he crossed over to you, holding a long chain up to the light. You held your hand out and touched the dangling object, letting out a gasp as you read it.

''B and B, when the stars align we'll reunite. Bradley, this is beautiful.'' You breathed, and you slammed into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as you fought off the tears that threatened to spill over.

Bradleys voice was hoarse and fragile as he spoke, ''Don't forget me, Lil Bird, I'll always be here.''

''Never, I'll never forget you Rooster.''

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Present:

You followed Bradley and Bob outside, feeling very sheepish and guilty as the lingering effect of Bradley could still be felt coursing through your veins, and the guilt only increased tenfold as you heard Alice swearing at Jake.

You stood just behind Bradley as he came to stand in front of her, ''What's going on?''

''What is this I hear about Y/N living with you?'' Alice was bright red and Jake looked like he had just put his foot in his mouth as he skulked back towards the grill.

''I was gonna call you this afternoon to tell you, it was sort of a quick decision-'' Bradley tried to explain, but Alice was already moving over to him with her accusatory finger in the air.

''You mean it took you, what, a day to ask her to move in with you, but me, who you've been dating for 8 months, you won't even give a key to?'' Her voice rose higher and louder, and it looked like any wrong move would result in her exploding.

You couldn’t blame her sudden change in mood, or the fact that this Alice was a stark contrast to the Alice you’d met just moments ago. You were the reason for all of this and you felt horrible.

“Is… is your shirt scrunched up? What were you two doing in there?” She growled, her teeth bared.

Bradley shot a glare over to Jake, smoothed out his shirt, and then looked as calmly as possible over at Alice. ''Can we talk inside, please?'' he said under his breath.

Alice huffed as she stormed into the bungalow, shoving past you, and Bradley followed, closing the door behind him. Everyone tried to ignore the hushed whispers and occasional shouting that came through the thin walls.

You took a deep breath and faked a smile as you walked over to Nat and Reuben, opening a bottle of beer and trying to make conversation, however the growing argument in the house made quick work distracting everyone, until you were all silent and just listening.

''Well maybe you should then! It hasn't been working Al, I was going to call you to talk about things later but this has saved me the effort!'' Bradley yelled, and shortly after, you heard the front door slam and everyone jumped.

It took a while for Bradley to come back outside as he collected himself, and when he did Jake shot him an apologetic look. ''Sorry man, I thought she knew.''

''It's okay, honestly things have been tense for a while.'' Bradley breathed, running a hand through his hair. ''Sorry guys, let's not let this put a damper on anything.''

And sure enough, not long after, everyone was back in high spirits, laughing and talking, eating and drinking as the sun began to dip. Occasionally you and Bradley made eye contact for a prolonged amount of time, but you forced your eyes to someone else and made conversation to distract from the intense feeling you felt in your chest every time is eyes burnt into your skin.

After you'd said goodbye to everyone, you began to tidy up. The bungalow was a mess of beer bottles, chip bags and dirty plates, but you welcomed the distraction as you began to clean.

''Hey, you don't need to do that.'' Bradley gently grabbed your arm as you bent to pick up a bottle. You flinched as he did so and Bradley let go, looking at you with concern.

''What was that?'' He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

''Nothing.'' you mumbled, moving inside with your trash bag.

Bradley followed you and closed the back door, ''No, you flinched. Did I hurt you?''

''No, it wasn't you. I hurt my arm a few years ago, it still gives me hassle sometimes.'' you said, placing some plates in the dishwasher.

''It shouldn't still be hurting you, what did you do to it?'' Bradley asked as he began to help you.

''Broke it.'' you mumbled.

Bradley stood suddenly, staring at you in shock.

''Birdy, you're like the least athletic person I know, and you're not exactly clumsy, how did you break your arm?'' He let out an exasperated chuckle.

You lifted your eyes for a second but struggled to maintain eye contact with Bradley. ''I don't really wanna talk about it, Brad.'' you mumbled under your breath as you closed the dishwasher and moved to the sink to wash your hands.

''Y/N...'' Bradleys voice was stern, serious now, and the use of your name had your back up instantly. You shot him a glare and his face softened.

''Please?''

You sighed, drying your hands.

''I didn't break it, someone else did.'' you said simply, turning to face Bradley, your back against the counter top.

''What do you mean?''

You took a deep breath, ''Can you grab me a beer?''

Bradley nodded and walked to the fridge, fishing out two cold ones and opening them before handing you one.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, and then you began.

''After college, I met someone. We worked together and things were going really well, so eventually I moved in with him.'' You took a swig of beer and continued.

''Things were good for a long time after I moved in, we were even getting quite serious, but a little while into the relationship he began to change.'' Your eyes flicked to Bradley for a second, unsure if you should go on, but his expression was soft and you continued.

''It was really little things at first, I wouldn't even really call them red flags, just small things like if I didn't hang his clothes in the right order in his wardrobe, he'd get annoyed, or if a book didn't go back in the exact same spot on the shelf, he'd huff about it. Like I said, so miniscule I really didn't think anything of it.''

Bradley was already beginning to see where your story was going, and he drew in a sharp breath as he watched you cautiously, crossing his arms over his chest.

''Anyway, so we'd been living together a while at this point, and he started to really lose it with the little things. This one time, he accused me of flirting with his best friend when I laughed at his terrible joke - mind you, we were at his friends house, and his wife was right there, she was laughing, I didn’t wanna be rude, but the car ride home was not fun.'' You forced a laugh, realising how pathetic you must have sounded, but you hadn't recognised it as abuse at the time.

Bradley was now biting his thumb nail as he listened.

''There were times where he'd take my phone while I was in the shower, and he'd interrogate me about messages I'd sent my family, and why I wasn't mentioning him enough. He asked me who you were and said he didn't like that I was so comfortable with you. This was even after we fell out of touch for the most part. I didn't realise until a little while after, but he'd blocked your number and deleted it from my phone.'' you stopped for another swig of beer.

Bradley was frowning now, suddenly understanding why he was unable to reach you.

''I wanted to reach out to you another way, any other way, but I kept putting it off for the fear he’d find out and explode. It was stuff like that for a long time, but he started to realise the verbal shit didn't affect me anymore, and then that's when things really started getting bad.'' you held up your wrist and offered Bradley a sad smile.

''What did he do to you, Birdy?'' Bradley asked as he dropped his arm to his side, his eyes dark and his jaw set.

''This particular one was from being thrown down the stairs. I called him a narcissist.'' You chuckled.

Bradley rubbed the back of his head, as he paced around the kitchen.

''What else?'' He asked shortly.

''It doesn't matter, he's been out of my life a long time.'' You were tired of talking about Jacob, it drained you even still.

Bradley spun around and gave you an exasperated look, ''Of course it fucking matters, because I'm gonna need to state my reasons in court after I kill him.'' he growled as he crossed over to you a little too quickly, a little too angrily, and you flinched again.

Bradley stopped dead in his tracks and his face immediately softened.

''No, no I'm so sorry, Birdy I would never hurt you.'' he whispered, moving slower now, more carefully. Your chest felt tight and you took a deep breath as you nodded.

''No I know. Talking about him… it’s just… Brad I trust you more than anyone, even after all these years.” You whispered as you closed the small gap between you, placing a hand on his broad chest. You felt his heart thrumming violently against his chest.

You looked up to meet his eyes, they were soft for you but his jaw was still set and clenched with anger. Bradley had a hard time letting go when something pissed him off, and today was just one thing after another.

Your other hand moved up to his face and you stroked his jaw with your thumb, easing him. Bradley let out a deep sigh as his whole body relaxed.

“About earlier…” you started, but Bradley shook his head and cut you off.

“Don’t you dare say you regret any of it, please.” He chuckled.

“I don’t, but I do think we need to talk… we’ve sort of missed a lot of each others lives.”

Bradley nodded, dipping his head to capture your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

“Yeah, we have all night to ourselves now, we can take it slow.”

_____________________________

Past:

“You’ve reached Bradley Bradshaw, I can’t come to the phone right now, if it’s important leave a message and I’ll get right back to ya.” The line beeped and you sighed.

“Hey Brad, it’s me, again. I guess you're busy right now, I just miss you so gimme a call when you can. Say hi to your mom for me too please.” You hung up and put your phone back in its holder. You lay back down against your bed and sighed.

You'd been in your new town for a little over a month, and you were really struggling without Bradley around.

You made it a nightly routine to call one another before bed, but the last week had been a bit hit and miss. Since you moved Bradley had been spending more of his days with Michelle to pass the time, and as a result had been invited to more parties, gradually becoming one of the popular kids.

He was struggling to find time to call you when you were free and you kept missing one another. The time difference didn't help, when he eventually got home most nights, you'd already been asleep for hours.

There were times when you'd just call Carole to talk for a while, catching up on anything missed. She told you that Bradley was struggling with your absence, but you found that hard to believe now as you lay in bed, having not spoken to Bradley for the last week.

You huffed as the boredom became too much, and almost as if the universe had read your mind, the doorbell rang.

You heard your mom get up from her chair, the familiar sound of her heavy book landing on the coffee table, and she crossed over the hallway to answer the door.

You heard her muffled voice speaking to whoever was at the door, and then you heard her calling your name.

You got up and made your way to the front door, it was blocking the person from view, but your mom smiled at you as you approached.

''Hey sweetheart, you have a visitor.''

Your heart soared, had Bradley come to see you? Was that why he wasn't answering your calls. You grinned and pulled the door open further.

Your smile dropped.

''Hiya, I noticed you moved in a while back, I've been meaning to stop by and introduce myself, I'm Gabby.'' the pretty blond girl smiled as she stuck out her hand, a soccer ball tucked under her other arm.

''Hi, I'm Y/N.'' You forced a smile, but your disappointment was evident.

''Gabby was wondering if you wanted to hang out? You've been cooped up in that room for weeks, why don't you go out and explore the town?'' Your mom suggested, pushing you slightly out the door.

''Oh, I'm waiting for a call from-''

''If he calls I'll give you the message, honey. Go out and have fun.'' she raised her eyebrows at you and gave you an insistent look.

You nodded, and smiled at Gabby again. ''Okay, yeah that sounds fun.''

''Do you like soccer?'' Gabby asked as you both walked down the little street.

''Not really, I'm not into sports much. Prefer reading, or painting.'' you chuckled awkwardly.

''No problem! I'm not very good at arty stuff, but I'm sure we can find something to do. Wanna go to the mall?'' She smiled, bouncing ahead of you and throwing her soccer ball into her own front garden.

You laughed, you liked her already, ''Yeah, okay that sounds fun.''

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Present:

You'd fallen asleep on Bradley's chest after talking for hours. You delved into the darker side of life after ending things with Jacob.

You told Bradley how you had called the cops on Jacob after he'd pinned you to the ground by your throat one night because you'd argued about something miniscule and you'd actually voiced your opinion for once

What you hadn't realised is that small towns have cliques, and no matter how long you live in a small town for, if you didn't grow up there, you'll never truly be one of them.

It just so happened the chief of police was Jacob's best friend growing up and they'd remained close. The incident had been swept under the rug and after that rumours spread about you to every corner of the town.

You couldn't go grocery shopping without eyes following you, the odd 'whore' or 'liar' being thrown at you as you walked down the streets.

You thought it would eventually calm down, but over the next few years things only escalated and became unbearable when Gabby moved to New York.

When she had told you about the vacancy at her school, you jumped at the opportunity to escape.

''So you've literally only just escaped that hell?'' Bradley had asked. You nodded, craning your head up to look at him from where you lay under his protective arm on the sofa.

''And then I came along and probably just added confusion to all the pain.'' He mumbled.

You chuckled, ''No, actually I think this is exactly what I needed.''

You must have dozed off shortly after, because the next thing you knew you were coming to with Bradley snoring softly above you, his lips pouted perfectly. You admired how beautiful he was for a moment before you carefully got up to use the bathroom.

You gently padded down the hallway and closed the bathroom door, taking a moment to yourself to really think about the absolute whirl wind that was the last 24 hours. You looked at yourself in the mirror and realised how much of a mess you looked, lips swollen from the night of stolen kisses, skin raw from his rough, calloused hands wrapping around your neck. You shivered, and turned the shower on.

Bradley awoke not long after to the sound of the running shower, and an empty arm. He sat up and stretched, checking the time. 4:23am.

He chuckled, only you would shower at this time of night because you felt uncomfortable.

He got up and walked to the bathroom, pressing his ear against the door to make sure you were okay.

The sound he heard surprised him more than it should have.

''Bradley...'' you moaned softly, almost inaudibly.

His eyes widened and he gulped, but pressed his ear closer.

''Yes, oh my god.'' your voice was small, barely a whisper. ''Fuck.''

He wasn't sure what possessed him, but before he could stop himself, he was opening the bathroom door quietly.

You hadn't heard him yet, but Bradley could see your faint silhouette through the shower curtain, your hand pressed against the wall to support you as you touched yourself and moaned his name. Even through the curtain he could tell you looked incredible.

Bradley peeled off his shirt, and then his pants and underwear, and the sound alerted you to his presence. You gasped as you spun around, embarrassed and speechless as Bradley pulled back the curtain and you took in his nude form.

He was a god.

You tried desperately to cover yourself, but Bradley just shook his head, and stepped into the shower, his eye contact unfaltering as he backed you up against the cold tile wall. His right hand came to rest on the wall above you as his left cupped your wet face, his thumb skimming your bottom lip.

You moaned as he kissed you, his hand moving to your waist, squeezing you desperately.

You struggled to believe this was the same lanky boy from your childhood, as you felt his hard member press up against you. You shivered against him and Bradley pressed his toned body up against yours, your skin flush with his as you wrapped an arm around his neck and tangled your fingers in his wet hair.

The embarrassment from being caught gradually vanished and turned into pure need. Your tongues tangled desperately as Bradley grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg up to wrap around his waist, grinding gently against you.

You gasped, and bucked your hips for more. He grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up against the wall. You wrapped around him as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip. Bradley surged in for another kiss, hungrier this time, and a hand slid from your thigh up over the sensitive skin of your stomach, where he pinned you in place.

''I love you.'' he growled as his other hand moved in between your thighs, expert fingers slid through your soaking lips, his thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and he began to draw rough circles.

You threw your head back, your chest heaving. ''I love you.'' You whined, ''More.'' you demanded. Bradley did as he was instructed, his index finger slipping inside of you. His fingers were so big the stretch from one alone was enough to get you to moan, but when his middle finger entered and he began to pump, you cried out and buried your face in his neck.

Your legs tightened around his waist as he mumbled praises in your ear, and before long you were close to coming undone.

''I need you.'' you cried, and Bradley stopped. He slowly withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean and moaning at your taste before he kissed you again, and you felt his tip slide into you.

This feeling was entirely something else. Something bigger and better than anything you'd experienced in life up until this point, and as he pushed into you, he grunted loudly and your body convulsed at the pure pleasure and adrenaline you felt at being truly connected to Bradley there and then. Bradley held you like a small, fragile thing in his arms as you adjusted to his size, and when you nodded that it was okay to move, Bradley started slowly, gently, his jaw slack and muttering 'fuck' over and over as your tight walls enveloped him.

You bucked into him and his rhythm sped up, as his lips attached to your neck and he sucked bright bruises into your skin to muffle his ungodly groans.

His touch was electric, like fire engulfing your entire body, but you needed more, you had never needed anything like you needed him in that moment.

You rocked together against the wall until the hot water began to turn cold, and goosebumps covered your skin, but still you didn't care, nothing could sully this incredible feeling as your bodies pressed impossibly closer, wet noises growing louder, moans and whimpers and curses echoing through the small room.

''I fucking love you, I'll always fucking love you.'' Bradley grunted into your neck, and your eyes rolled. Your body shook as you fell apart in his arms, the coil snapping and sending you into rolling waves of pleasure like nothing you'd ever felt before.

You screamed his name as you tightened around him, and Bradley couldn't hold on any longer. He bit down on your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy and rough, his hand gripping the flesh of your ass as he pushed impossibly further in, spilling his pearlescent seed inside you with a loud grunt.

Your body went limp in his arms as your energy was all spent, and Bradley held you up against the wall for a long time, peppering soft, sweet kisses along your face and lips.

You chuckled and Bradley grinned that perfect grin.

''I think you're going to have to carry me out of here, Bradshaw.''

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A Feeling that Never Came Part One: Forgetting Colombia

General Warnings: This fic is 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog that writes porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Grief, heartbreak, angst, drinking (too much), vomit, crying, lots of crying, abusive behaviour, emotional abuse, canon-typical violence, coersion, phsyical abuse, racial slurs.

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It’s been eight years since you left Colombia with a gaping hole in your chest, where Javier Peña had ripped out your heart, laughing at how “fucking naïve” you really were.

You’d been told that the DEA had already been questioning if you were worth the money to keep on retainer, and for the record you certainly were, but Javier forced the issue. He got you sent home, calling in one of his many favours, he ruined your career before it even had the chance to begin.

You roll over in bed, stretching your limbs like a cat basking in the ray of sunshine that streams through the blinds. You ache pleasantly from a night of unwavering attention from your boyfriend Dan, who you remind yourself is no longer your boyfriend, but your fiancée. You hold your left hand up, marvelling at the small, but beautiful diamond ring that adorns your finger and a feeling of novel excitement bubbles up in your chest.

But it’s short lived, your stomach twists with something resembling guilt, maybe even regret. You try to push away the intrusive thoughts that have plagued you since his proposal in front of his parents and your uncle last night at dinner. Apparently, they had all been in on it, eager for you two to settle down and have babies. But you hesitated before you answered him. It was only a brief second, but it was enough to plant the seed of doubt, of remorse for a life long gone. An ache that never fully healed.

“Morning, baby.” Dan says sleepily as he rolls over, smiling at you as he notices the object of your gaze. His soft blonde curls fall into his face as he shifts on the bed, motioning for you to slot against his chest. You plaster the smile back across your face, hoping he hadn’t seen how your expression had soured.

“Morning.” You say softly as you bury your face in his chest, he smells like you, like sex. You should be ecstatic, but you feel empty.

“Still can’t believe you said yes,” He whispers into your hair as he pulls you tight against him, “Luckiest man in the world.”

“Of course I said yes Dan, I love you.” You mumble into his chest, burying your head in the smell of him to try and push the negativity from your mind.

“I love you too baby,” He pulls away to look down at you, “Happy Birthday.”

You kiss his lips softly, gently teasing his lower lip into yours as he melts under your touch. You want to keep going, to go another round and push the thoughts of him out of your mind, even if your pussy is sore and your legs ache, but the sound of Dan’s alarm breaks the spell.

“I’ve got to go,” You whine, looking up into his ice-blue eyes, your stomach lurches as you think of Steve Murphy, not for the first time, “I’ll see you at Moreno’s later, ok?” You place a quick peck against his cheek before quickly dressing in your clothes from last night.

“See you later, future Mrs. O’Connor!” He calls as you dash out of the apartment, your chest heaving as you try not to sob at his words. In the cold light of day, you realise it was a mistake, you should never have said yes.

But what else is there for you? No-one will ever measure up to your lofty, delusional expectations.

You hear the nagging, self-deprecating voice in your head reprimand you, reminding you that what you want, what you’ve never stopped wanting, is a fantasy. One that he could never have given you, even if he wanted to. But maybe Dan could. Even if it was a mere echo of the happiness you had once hoped for, it would have to do. Dan would have to do.

——

“Alright class, remember your portfolios are due at the end of the month, you will be graded on them and this is not, I repeat, not, a pass-fail class. Now go and enjoy your weekend,” you announce to the lecture hall, knowing it’s falling on deaf ears for at least three-quarters of the college juniors enrolled in your photography class. But the few who are passionate about the course made your efforts worth-while.

“Excuse me?” A soft-spoken student, Lewis, calls your name as the rest of the students leave in haste, eager to get ready for whatever frat party or bar crawl the weekend promised.

“Hey, Lew, what can I do for you?” You ask as you pack up your briefcase and camera bag. The same camera bag you had in Colombia; you can’t let it go. You’ve repaired it more times than you can count, patching holes whenever they formed, there’s barely a stitch left of the original material really.

“I just wanted to say congratulations,” he says with a smile as he looks at your finger with his soft brown eyes.

“Oh, Lewis, thank you, I had completely forgotten. I only said yes last night.” You laugh, more from the nervous energy in your stomach than through humour. He bows his head with a smile and you force a smile from your lips.

“Well, I better get going, busy weekend of photography ahead!” He says with another bright smile before heading out of the room.

The moment he’s gone you shoulder your bags, fighting the tears that pool at the corners of your eyes as images of him flood your senses. Instead of heading straight home, you make a detour, one you haven’t made for over a year, not since you and Dan got together. But you still keep paying the storage fee.

——

You sit with your cassette player, foam padded headphones only just holding it together as you flick through the photographs and newspaper clippings spread across the floor in front of you. The one that you always find yourself going back to is front and centre. Alanis Morrisette playing through the dying Walkman, the tracks skip here and there but you don’t care. It’s purely ritual at this point.

December 3rd 1993.

Colombia Drug Lord Escobar Dies in Shootout

You had hoped that this would have been the end for him, that he would reach out once Escobar was finished, that somehow the curse of the Medellín cartel would wash the sins of the past clean. You waited, and waited, but he never came, he never called, even Connie stopped writing letters long before you did. It’s like you were never there.

Some wounds run too deep.

You think to yourself as you pick up one of the photographs, tears streaming from your eyes as you run your fingers over the contours of his face in profile. You brush your knuckles against his cheek, remembering the way his aquiline nose felt against your skin. You can still taste him, cigarettes, whisky, that unique smooth taste that you could only ever describe as him.

You let yourself weep for him, for the loss in your chest that you have kept locked down for eight years. The agony is as fresh as the day he ripped out your heart and laughed at you, how pathetic and naïve you were, falling for someone like him.

“I hate you.” You spit, holding your knees against your chest as you berate yourself. Your affair couldn’t have lasted more than a few months, yet you’ve never burned so brightly for anyone, not before, and definitely not since. It’s foolish, immature, wrong, but all the self-hatred is ineffective in quelling the sorrow and grief you never fully processed.

You sit in silence for a while, letting your sobs fade into morose silence as you repack the three cardboard storage boxes and put them back on their shelf next to an old Olympus OM-4T that gathers dust, untouched for almost a decade. The film inside full, too painful to develop, but you can never bring yourself to throw it away.

——

You sit in the parking lot of Moreno’s, dressed to kill in a little black dress, your stilettos on the passenger seat, ready to go once you take off the sneakers you drive in. You check your hair and make-up in the mirror once more before stepping out into the crisp night air. You lock your car and hold your head up as you stride into the bar, your heels clicking audibly with every step. You put on a smile and head in through the front door.

“Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouts as you cross the threshold. Your smile becomes genuine as you realise that half the school faculty, all of your friends, and an equal amount of Dan’s friends had rented the whole bar out to surprise you for your birthday.

“Everyone, this is just–,” You’re about to break into a tearful babble about how grateful you are when you see the banner hanging in front of you.

Congratulations on your Engagement!

It’s as if ice is running through your veins as you realise Dan must have told everyone, and instead of hosting your birthday party he had turned it into an engagement party. You almost laugh at how utterly blind-sided you are.

“Happy Engagement party, babe!” Dan calls out as he strides over to meet you, picking you up in a bear hug before spinning you around in a circle. It’s dizzying, sickening, as you feel like you’re going to pass out.

“Yeah, you too!” You manage to stutter out as he puts you down, pulling you in for a deep kiss. The room roars with excitement as you part. Dan’s eyes are full of passion as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” He calls out, and the jukebox roars to life as the buffet is revealed at the far end of the bar.

“I need a drink, I’ll be over in a minute,” you say to Dan as you press a soft his to his cheek. But there’s no feeling in it. You turn on your heel and you lock eyes with your best friend, Melissa, who casually makes her way to the bar, picking up on your discomfort in an instant.

“Hey girl,” She says as she nudges her hip against yours, settling against the bar next to you, “So, engagement party, eh?”

“Yeah, seems that way.” You sigh, knowing you never have to bullshit with Mel.

“Not y’know, your birthday party? Like we planned?” She presses and you turn to look at her, your eyes are sore, your throat like sandpaper as you try to hold back the tears.

“I didn’t want to say yes, Mel, there was so much pressure from Uncle John, Dan’s parents, they were all looking at me like it was already a done deal,” you blurt out, and Mel’s amber eyes go wide, before they narrow as anger settles over her features.

“Two beers, we’ll take them outside, put them on the O’Connor’s tab.” Melissa says bluntly to the bartender. He returns promptly and you take the cool beverage in your hand before following her outside.

The cool night air is a relief as you step out back, your knees weak as you lean back against the aging brickwork of the bar. Mel waits patiently for you to talk, setting her bottle down as she pulls out a pack of cigarettes. You look at them with a hunger you haven’t felt for a long time.

“Thought you quit,” she says dismissively as she lights one with her Zippo before handing it to you.

“I did.” You grunt as you press the end between your lips and inhale the acrid smoke into your lungs. The buzz of nicotine hits like the addictive substance it is. It soothes your nerves a little, steadies you as you exhale a long stream of smoke up into the night sky. It was the most relaxed you had felt all day.

“So, what the fuck is that all about?” Mel asks before she takes a drag, the fiery tip of her cigarette illuminating her face, making her dyed red hair glow ethereally.

“I don’t fucking know. How the fuck did he tell half the town before I even told you?” You ask, the question rhetorical but Mel already has an answer.

“Because that man’s a narcissist and a control freak.” She scoffs and you choke on the smoke in your lungs as you balk at her comment.

“Dan’s not a narcissist, nor a control freak.” You argue, but there’s a hint of doubt in your mind at the words being said out loud.

“So this isn’t like that time you got the Professorship, and he made it about him? What was it? His sales figures for the company his parents own?” She snorts and you feel compelled to defend him.

“Hey, he worked hard to get those sales, and his parents didn’t give him the job,” you say, taking another drag of your quickly diminishing cigarette. You already want another, chasing a taste of something long dead, something buried deep inside you.

“Sure, what about when you got enrolled into that post-grad scheme he made you quit because he didn’t want you working with ‘deplorables’,” Mel says, making air quotes, smoke wafting around her head as she gesticulates.

“Fuck, I’d forgotten about that. Really wanted that forensic photography internship too,” you say, and something inside you clicks. You contemplate asking for another cigarette but stop yourself, Dan would be furious if he found out.

Control Freak. Narcissist.

“Fuck,” you repeat, and you see Mel nodding knowingly. You feel less ashamed by how you reacted to the party, to the engagement, to the whole fucked up day.

“You sure you want to spend the rest of your life with this asshole?” She asks knowingly and you genuinely don’t know what to say. You smoke the cigarette down to the butt before dropping it and stomping on it with your toe.

“I guess I’m just going to have to wait and see.” You shrug, downing the rest of your beer before nodding to the door, indicating you’re heading back in.

“I’ll be right in,” Mel says as she pulls out her phone, furiously smashing the buttons as she begins to text, the screen illuminating her face green in contrast to the red glow of a cigarette now long snuffed out under her boot.

——

The rest of the night goes off without so much as a hiccup as you make small talk, drink too much wine, and try not to think about the words rattling around your brain. It’s like a rot set in last night, when you were backed into a corner by Dan and his family, by your uncle wanting the best for you. But all you feel is regret, remorse, and like you’re losing yourself to a riptide you can’t escape. Mel’s blunt words earlier only serve to twist the knife in your gut further.

Control Freak. Narcissist.

You glance over to see Dan laughing loudly with some of the guys he works with, they hang on his every word and you shake your head in disbelief. How had you not seen this side of him before? How were you so blind to his behaviour?

“Hey ,you’re not welcome here,” you hear your uncle’s voice carry over the din of the crowded room, “She doesn’t want you here. You’ve got some nerve showing up, today of all days.” You frown at the anger in your uncle’s voice, he never gets angry, let alone raise his voice like this. You make your way through the crowd, a hush descending over the room as they pick up on the argument at the door.

“You must be John, should be proud of how well she shoots, and drinks.” The sound of the other person’s voice roots you to the spot. You can’t see his face, his back is to you, but the broad expanse of his shoulders, the way his dark hair curls against the collar of pink button down, his sinfully tight jeans, and the deep baritone of his voice are unmistakable.

“Javi?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper, but his head whips around to look for you. Your body trembles as those hard brown eyes soften the moment he sees you. His moustache twitches up as his cheek dimples. You can’t decide if you want to scream at him, kiss him, or if you want to run out the door and never stop running. For now, you’re rooted to the floor, glass of wine precariously dangling from your fingertips. Your mouth is dry as you try to form a coherent sentence, but nothing comes out.

“Hey John, this hombre causing you trouble?” Your mouth falls open in shock at the racist undertones of Dan’s words. You flinch away from his touch as he tries to pull you against him, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he wraps his arm around your waist possessively. You watch Javi’s eyes narrow at the sight of you being held by another man. He doesn’t seem to be phased by the border-line slur.

You try and twist away from Dan, repulsed by his touch as you fawn up at the only man you have ever truly loved. You don’t want Javi to see another man’s hands on you, you don’t want him to think you want this more than you want him. You’re desperate for his approval, his love, even after all he’s done. But Dan yanks you back against him now, your shoulder aching at the joint as you cry out in pain. You feel like he’s suffocating you, cutting you off from a life-line you’re mere millimetres away from taking. It all feels like a sick nightmare you can’t wake from.

“He’s nobody, just someone trying to start trouble, but he’s leaving, isn’t that right son?” Your uncle snaps and you watch as Javi’s face contorts into t, he sly, cocky grin you know all too well. Your insides twist at Javi being called nobody. He’s not nobody, he’s somebody, your somebody, your Javi. Here, in the flesh, for you.

“I just came along to say something to the birthday girl,” Javi says with a heavy sigh before looking at you once more, “Feliz cumpleaños, bonita.” And just like that he’s walking back through the door. Waltzing out of your life after turning it upside down yet again. Your chest heaves as eight years of unexpressed grief and repression rear their ugly heads. You physically ache, you almost think you’re having a heart attack as the stabbing pains in your chest build. Your breathing comes in broken wheezes as you try to pull away from Dan, but his grip is unrelenting.

Time slows as the party resumes as if nothing happened at all, your uncle gives you a sympathetic grimace before Dan yanks you around to face him. His grip on your arm so tight it hurts. Tears streak down your face as you try to pull away, unsuccessfully.

“Who the fuck was that?” He snarls under his breath, and you blink up at him, mortified with the tone he’s taking with you.

Control Freak. Narcissist.

“An old work colleague, from Colombia,” you explain, pain arcing through your arm as Dan grips you tighter.

“Seemed like more than a friend to me, fucking wetba–” He snaps, and you yank your arm out of his grip, looking down at the reddened skin in disgust. Never has he laid hands on you and yet this sheer display of racism and aggression puts you into a tailspin.

“Don’t you fucking finish that word,” you hiss as you take your heels off, disgust roiling in your stomach as you barely recognise the man in front of you. It’s like you saying yes to marrying him flicked a switch, baring the ugly growths and weeping sores of his personality to you. “I can’t deal with you right now. I’m leaving.”

You storm outside without looking back, vaguely aware of Mel trying to catch up with you. She calls your name but you’re not listening, you’re so preoccupied with getting to your car, and ignoring the various calls for you to come back inside, that you don’t see him until it’s too late.

You collide with the solid mass of a man with a grunt, stumbling as you realise how drunk you are, you probably shouldn’t be driving. You begin to apologise as you inhale the deadly cocktail of scents, vanilla accented cologne, peaty whisky, and the smell that is just Javier Peña. You raise your head slowly and look up through your lashes into dark pools of chocolate brown.

“Careful there, bonita, might fall into unsavoury hands if you’re not careful,” he says, his hands on your biceps to steady you, his calloused fingertips digging into your bare skin and memories of those fingers all over your body flood your mind.

“Javi, I need you to take me home.” You mumble and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Bonita, I don’t know where you live.” He argues, not trusting you to give directions in this state.

“No, not there, not back to him, want to go home with you.” You slur, tears soaking his shirt as you bury your face back into his chest. You hear Mel call your name once more and you’re about to say something, but Javi speaks first.

“I’ve got her Mel, thanks for calling, seems like a real shitshow.” He grunts and you furrow your brow, pulling out of his embrace to stumble and face Mel.

“You know Javi?” You snap, your tone accusatory. Mel shrugs at you and you stagger to the back of Javi’s truck, emptying the contents of your stomach as tears stream down your face. You feel like you’re going to die, your mind is a fucked-up jumble of incoherent noise as you lean against the tailgate.

“Let me take her home,” Mel suggests, but you shake your head violently.

“Not going home, not to him, not to fucking John’s house.” You spit bitterly, you feel so betrayed, duped into the engagement and this stupid fucking party.

“I want to go home with Javi.” You whimper and wrap your arms around his waist, clinging onto him for dear life. You’re vaguely aware that you’re likely smearing bile and vomit on his shirt.

“Fuck she’s wasted,” Javi says softly, remorse, or maybe even guilt evident in his tone.

“Yeah, that’s not on you though, blame the narcissist who turned her birthday party into their engagement party.” Mel scoffs and you freeze as you realise you’re still wearing the ring.

“Mel, give this to Dan, or John, I don’t care, I don’t want it,” you say, as you violently tug the ring off your finger, slapping it down aggressively in Mel’s hand.

“Hey, bonita, how about I look after it, and you can decide if you want it in the morning, ok?” Javi says softly as he pulls you off him with ease, your weak limbs ineffective against his gentle hands.

“Fine, but please. Take me home.” You beg, already feeling your mind slipping into unconsciousness.

“Ok, but just this once, bonita.”

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Pain.

Pain is all you can think about as it feels like a nail has been punched through your skull, just above your right eyebrow. Your mouth is like sandpaper, and you don’t even know what a tongue is anymore, yours shrivelled and painful in your mouth. You crack your eyes open, waiting for the inevitable burn of your retinas. But it doesn’t come, the room is dark, unfamiliar blackout curtains drawn across a window to your right.

You groan as you sit up in unfamiliar white cotton sheets on a king-sized bed that definitely isn’t your own. The room is sparsely decorated, but on the nightstand you see a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol waiting for you. A note left in familiar, atrocious handwriting that makes your chest flutter.

Drink me, take me.

The words are barely legible but even time couldn’t erase the way you understand Javier Peña, be it the way his jaw ticks when he’s mad, the way he exhales through his nose when he’s pissed off. The way his moans twist into barely there whines when he comes. You know it all, and it hurts, more than the pain in your head, it hurts knowing he’s so close yet so completely out of reach.

“Javier?” You say aloud as you stumble out of bed, looking for your clothes as you realise you’re in a pair of DEA branded sweat pants and a white t-shirt that have to be his. You don’t remember getting undressed and your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you realise Javi must have put you in his clothes. You’re suddenly blindingly self-conscious.

Did he look? What does he think of you now that you’re older? Does he still think you’re attractive?

You dispel the thoughts as quickly as they arrive and pad out into the hall. You need to get away from him, you can’t let him get in your head. His apartment is nice, spacious, a far cry from the dingy two bedroom one he had in Bogotá. You smell bacon as you cross into what you assume is the living room.

Javi stands with his back to you, singing to himself in Spanish as he cooks. There’s a small part of you that wants to walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him, to melt into him like nothing changed. You want to distract him from cooking, take him in your mouth and let him fuck your throat, or bend you over the counter and eat your pussy like it’s all he needs in life.

But the illusion shatters as you remember how hard you had fallen for him, and how hard you fell into despair when he hurt you, not once, but twice. You notice your clothes in a plastic bag on the table, along with your purse and keys. You consider staying, seeing what he has to say for himself, but your heart aches too much, you can’t let yourself get hurt like that again.

“Goodbye, Javi,” you whisper to yourself as you slip out of the apartment, barefoot and raw as you try, not for the first time, to forget about Javier Peña. You’ve never felt so utterly defeated in your life as you recognize the part of Austin he’s living in, just a few blocks away from campus. So close. You don’t want to go home, if you even know where home is anymore. You decide to head to your office, the last safe haven you have left.

Big thank you to @wannabe-urs, @Patti7dc, and @johnwtsn for their work proofing/beta reading for me! Remember to follow and subscribe to notifications on @twwaktnotifs for updates on my work! All graphics are done by me.

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 2 months

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‎‧₊˚✧{danny's masterlist}✧˚₊‧

ok it's finally here, i have been meaning to make a masterlist for so long and now it's happening. also note that this masterlist is only gonna be fandoms and characters i have already written for! you can send me a quick ask to see if i write for a particular fandom!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Matthew Murdock

delicate - t. swift “is it cool that I said all that? / is it chill that you’re in my head?"' notes: my first ever fic! risque but not smutty

dress - t. swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off." summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. notes: smut, fem!reader (head warnings)

blank space - t. swift "so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain" summary: your dad makes your life horrible. matt can make it worse. notes: angst, fem!reader, dead dove: do not eat (head warnings)

the lakes - t. swift "take me to the lakes/where all the poets went to die/i don't belong/but my beloved, neither do you." summary: your hearing aids run out of battery, and you're forced to struggle through a day of ringing ears and being deaf. matt helps, as he always does. notes: comfort, hoh!reader

moon song - p. bridgers "and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands" summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you? notes: angst, male!reader

born to die - l.d. rey "choose your last words, this is the last time/'cause you and i, we were born to die" summary: as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one. notes: angst, wife!reader, HEAD WARNINGS!

black friday - t. odell "i wanna go party/i wanna have fun/wanna be happy/could you show me how it's done?/ you look so pretty/pretty like the sun" summary: you have a list of things to do within a year of living in new york. matt helps you check everything off- oh, and you fall in love with him, too. it's not on the list, but you do it anyways. notes: fluff, fem!reader

false god - t. swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips" summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. notes: smut, hoh!reader

we're in love - boygenius "will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane?/i know what you'll say/but it helps to hear you say it anyway." summary: when your past finally catches up to you, matt truly learns what 'in sickness and in health' means notes: angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

peace - taylor swift "the devils in the details/but you got a friend in me/would it be enough if i could never give you peace?" summary: tinnitus, buffalo chicken pizza, and objections. what more can you ask for from matt murdock? notes: fluff, hoh!reader

enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land" summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. notes: SMUT!, fem!reader

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Mortal Kombat 1

Johnathan Cage

you're the one - greta van fleet "you're the one i want/you're the one i need/you're the one i had/come on back to me" summary: you're johnny cage's assistant babysitter agent, and you're his opposite. and yet, he finds himself unapologetically into you. notes: fluff, gn!reader

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The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

season of the witch - donavan "you've got to pick up every stich/oh no, must be the season of the witch" summary: you've lived in the small town of everbrook for a while now, and you thought nothing could shock you anymore. you're wrong. notes: fluff, witch!reader, monster hunter!joel

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Five Nights At Freddy's

Mike Schmidt

lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley "my body turns and yearns/for a sleep that won't ever come/it's never over/my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder." summary: you get a tattoo, and it terrifies mike. mostly because he realizes how much you love him. notes: angst, gn!reader

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Greta Van Fleet

Danny Wagner

fearless - taylor swift "run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless" summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case! notes: fluff, fem!reader

silver springs - fleetwood mac "i follow you down/till the sound of my voice will haunt you/you'll never get away from the sound/of the woman that loves you" summary: the three times daniel wants you, and the one time he gets you. notes: right person, wrong time trope, gn!reader

scott street - phoebe bridgers "do you feel ashamed/when you hear my name?" summary: he's your danny, even while putting the pieces back together. notes: hurt/comfort, gn!fiance!reader

Josh Kiszka

timeless - taylor swift "and sometimes there's no proof, you just know/you're always gonna be mine/we're gonna be/i'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray" summary: you decide to be kind after being cheated on. it spirals out of control, thanks to josh kiszka. notes: fluff, fem!reader

Misc.

question..? - taylor swift "can i ask you a question?" summary: you ask your boys the burning question-- the question you don’t know if you can live without the answer to. notes: fluff, prefrences

bound for n.y.c. - greta van fleet summary: as tour manager, it's your job to get the boys to new york city, your home town. just don't fall in love with them, or anything. notes: fluff, an experimental fic where i explored poly dynamics lol i hate this now i don't think its very good but oh well

To Be Continued....

#danny speaks to the void #danny's masterlist

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foxxydevil · 1 year

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Ch 1 - Alone with Him

Master List

MW2 fanfic GhostxReader

Well- I haven't touched Tumblr in a few years but when I heard the fanfic was thriving I couldn't just ignore it.

Here's a little self insert, AFAB no pronouns-

In the mission "Alone" Ghost and Soap get separated after being betrayed by Graves. What if you also survived? Hauled up in the churches towers looking over Las Almas you and Ghost do your best to stay distracted while helping Soap to survive.

Word count: 9077

Self contained but I may add more parts

⚠️Warning: smutty mature content, rough, ambiguous consent, angst, ptsd, violence, blood, guns, trauma, mental health

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You could feel your feet burning with the hours of walking you had to do that day. Despite the lack of a heavy bag, your armor and rifle alone had to weigh an easy 50 lbs. Still, like a good soldier you didn't complain as you walked behind your Lt, one foot in front of the other, slightly crouched, with the barrel of your gun swinging from left to right making its own practiced rhythm from years of training.

It was an unfamiliar place, this hell hole known as Las Almas, with its drug cartels and paid off police that were almost worse than the "bad guys". Not that it was easy to call yourselves the good guys anymore. At some point justifiable killing makes you into a butcher. And the man in front of you was a perfect example of that. The Lt killed ruthlessly, and his appearance matched his nickname. Ghost, who never showed his face and always wore that damned mask.

Not that you had time to ruminate on the killer who was currently your team leader. You had barely made it out of the confrontation with Graves with the skin on your neck and now Soap was out there on his own, hopefully still alive. Lucky for you, well you hadn't quite decided if you were really lucky, you had run into Ghost. In your mind Soap would have been the better ally to get through the city as everything about Ghost screamed lone wolf.

So far you had held your own and kept up. As the two of you turn around a street you hear your radio crackle "This is Bravo 7-1, in the blind- How copy?", Soaps voice. Ghost immediately grabs a Shadow that had been standing around the corner while you pull your knife, having to ignore Soap's call for now. You slice the inside of a second Shadows thigh for him to cry out as he crumbles only to be quickly cut off by your hand going over his mouth so you could slit his throat ensuring his silence.

"Ghost, this is 7-1, do you Copy?" you hear Soap again, more desperate. Before you can answer for him Ghost grabs you by your bullet proof vest pulling you to him, so your face is mere inches from his. He must have dealt with his Shadow then. "You are compromising our position, Corporal" he hisses "If you're going to do a sloppy job, you're on your own" he warns before pushing you away and reaching for his radio.

"Soap, this is Ghost. How copy?" he asked, frustration still clear in his voice. He waited half a heartbeat for Soap's response before clicking the radio again. "Johnny?" he asked, the frustration replaced with worry. "Johnny, how copy?"

"Solid" Soap responded curtly through the radio, and you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you had been holding.

"Thought we lost you" Ghost responded immediately. It was clear he had taken a shine to someone at least, so much for lone wolf.

Ghost nodded to you, his head tilted to the church that was your goal point and started in the direction with that silent order to follow. You fell back into step behind him resuming the scanning walk. Soap had fallen silent, so Ghost had his attention back on you.

"Our objective is to be silent; I know it's a challenge for you but gag them before you stab them" Ghost continued his lecture while falling back to walk next to you.

"Noted, Sir" you answered curtly, not bothering to hide the annoyance in your voice. He narrowed his black grease painted eyes at you before reaching for his radio again.

"Are you injured?" he asked, directing his question to Soap.

"Where are you?" the radio responded in your ear. Clearly that was an affirmative seeing as Soap completely ignored the question.

"There's a church. We're headed to it. Let's RV there" Ghost allowed Soap to slip past his question taking the lead with an objective. "You'll need to improvise to survive" He warned the soldier over the radio.

They had already had a hell of a time surviving this city using every possible resource they came by to skirt by without being noticed from half burnt candles to stray pieces of wire. It's not like they could kill every man they encountered.

"Graves and his Shadow's are on a killing spree," Soap said.

"Looking for Hassan" Ghost responded.

"Hassan and us" Soap confirmed the two men keeping their words clear and snappy.

This time when the two of you came up to a Shadow you stepped forward throwing your knife to hit the man right in the back of the throat. He made a low gurgling sound choking on his blood as he collapsed down to the rain slick pavers. You looked to your right seeking Ghost's approval, but he just continued on, it seems that little show was the bare minimum he expected of you. As you walked by the dying man you pulled the blood-soaked knife and whipped it off on your pants.

"Advise you move interior if you're not already, it's good cover." Ghost spoke into the radio taking his own advice as he led you into one of the many broken down homes. It was gut wrenching to see this house, the signs of a family now destroyed.

"Keep your light off" he barked an order to you over his shoulder as your eyes adjusted to a complete lack of light.

"I'm not fucking stupid" you retorted with a flash of teeth. The Lt turned to respond when Soap came over the radio again.

"Door's locked" he said.

"Look for supplies- things you can make tools with" Ghost advised him, clearly not put off by holding Soaps hand. You were surprised at how much that annoyed you, not that you needed your hand held.

"Welcome to guerrilla warfare" Ghost said over the radio but he seemed to be saying it to both of you before turning around and pushing on. Guess the radio interruption saved you from another lecture.

"Creepin' Jesus" Soap groaned through the radio.

"What are you seein'?" Ghost asked.

"A bloodbath" Soap responded before adding "Found a rope."

"That's a start" Ghost gave him before jumping out a window crouching low. "Keep looking."

You followed vaulting through before pausing outside to do a quick 180 scan with your rifle.

The two of you came up on a large tunnel with waist deep water running through it, at least it was waist deep for you, you found out the hard way jumping in after Ghost who without hesitation started moving through waters that contained god know what. You didn't even want to think about it.

"Broke off a fan blade." Soap said. Clearly, he was nervous, and you couldn't blame him. With the exception of maybe Ghost, you were trained from bootcamp to work as a team and Soap was alone.

"Tie off the blade with the rope and pry open the door." Ghost guided Soap making sure he was not completely alone, in spirit at the very least. Even though it annoyed you that you didn't get the "Ghost special nice treatment" you had to admire the Lt for keeping Soaps head on straight.

"Sounds like you've done this before" Soap kept up the conversation.

"Years of practice" Ghost responded, and the current calm in the tunnel let you wonder just how many years and what Ghost had been practicing. "We're coming up on the church, stay alert" Ghost said and without the echo of his voice over the radio it was clear he had remembered you existed and of course he noticed your momentary lack of awareness.

"Busted the fan blade-" Soap interrupted your smart-ass response to Ghost.

"Get you through the door?" Ghost asked as he leapt out of the water with a hand on the paved bank bordering it.

"Affirmative" Soap responded, and Ghost reached a gloved hand to you, so you decided not to be a brat and grabbed the offered hand, still surprised when he lifted your weight out with ease.

"Good. Stay on the hunt- there'll be more where that came from." Ghost said into the radio as he reached for two empty bottles from his bag. They slowly walked to the end of the tunnel peering out to find a small gathering of Shadows.

When they stopped, Ghost looked back at you. "Get ready" he warned you, his voice low and breathy before turning back to look out. He threw the two bottles, both of them going through a busted window with quick succession to make a loud crash on the other side of the plaza.

"What was that?" one of the Shadows exclaimed before waving the group to follow him to investigate the sound.

Ghost slipped out from the tunnel moving with a quick silent crouch to skirt along the plazas perimeter towards the looming church with you on his heels, shadowing his movements.

Without much fanfare you both slipped through the cracked heavy wooden doors of the sanctuary and although you weren't religious you could feel a wave of relief wash over you as you finally found a safe bubble in this hellish night.

"Keep your wits about you, Corporal" Ghost hissed, seeming all too aware of your relaxed movement.

"The Shadows are out there" you hissed back, matching his tone.

"And they will be back" he shot back his fuse seeming far too short with you.

"Then let's hit the tower, keep an eye on them" you answered to appease the ever-wary Lt.

Ghost paused, considering your suggestion. Without agreeing or, preferably, thanking you for your wonderful idea, he headed down to the altar of the church behind which should be a stairwell.

"Thank you, Corporal" you grumbled under your breath saying what he should have said if he had even an ounce of manners.

"Want me to praise you on my knees?" he asked, adopting the same mocking tone.

"Now there's an idea" you gave back "But now's not the time for flirting Lt" you chided him, a grin pulling at your lip as you walked backwards to keep an eye on the churches entrance taking Ghost's warning of the return seriously despite the banter.

"Found a headlight" Soaps voice cut between you "Not too far from its- previous owner" it was a grim reminder that one of your own was still out there.

"Good. Be careful with it. Can light your way but attracts attention" Ghost checked in. At least you weren't the only one getting a basic lecture on how lights work. "What's the latest?"

"Mercs are killing everything in their path" Soap reported painting a picture of the same streets you two just made it through.

"War crimes" Ghost grumbled as he opened a small wooden door that revealed the stairs you had been hoping for. You followed behind, closing the door behind you and wedging a piece of wood in the door to make it a little harder for anyone to follow. "Good job, happy your majesty?" Ghost praised mockingly.

"Need more suggestions on how to make me happy?" you said back with a dangerous glint.

"Makes me want to commit a few war crimes of my own-" Soap said through the radio to Ghost's previous observation.

"That makes two of us" you agreed but without pushing your radios button, that sentiment was just for the sarcastic Brit in front of her.

"Tyranny. It won't stand" Ghost responded, keeping the two of you in check.

"Think we'll get the green light to go after these guys?" Soap asked ever worried about the rules of engagement.

"No more green lights, Johnny. We're on our own" Ghost reminded him that all three of you were officially rouge, clearly outside of orders you could not agree to.

"What about Alejandro?" Soap asked, a question you had yourself.

"Alejandro you can trust. But he's in Graves custody. If he's even alive-" Ghost decided, and approval from him definitely meant something.

"Alejandro as neustro hermano. If he's alive, he's on our side" Soap agreed the broken Spanish you have been learning, it sounded awkward from the Scotsman.

"Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you trust can hurt you the most" Ghost responded as the two of you made it to the top of the stone stairs. You didn't miss him glancing back at you and you narrowed your eyes wondering what exactly that look was supposed to mean.

Was he warning you or telling you he was worried about you hurting him? Since when did Ghost trust you?

"Good advice, Lt" Soap said, beating you to the punch though you would have said it with far more sarcasm. "I want to be like you when I grow up" the other man added, and you couldn't help the short snort of a laugh that you covered your mouth to dampen.

"You want to be better than me, Johnny" Ghost said back with a strange look, no amusement in his voice.

"I will be" Soap's voice crackled through the radio matching the serious tone.

"Good man" Ghost responded, still looking at you with that strange look.

"Think I'll live that long?" Soap brought back the usual banter they shared.

"Probably not" Ghost said and though it was meant to be with dark humor you could see the worry that showed through his eyes, even with the mask.

"Simon-" you tried stepping forward.

"Since when are we on friendly terms" the Lt shot back icily cutting your words short.

"MacTavish is going to be fine" you persisted dropping the nicknames to reassure the stubborn man. "Despite your low expectations of the rest of us mortals we were built for this"

"Low expectations?" Ghost asked his accent seeming to thicken with his annoyance as he stepped forward, clearly to intimidate you, to force you to back down and get back in line. He may as well have written the book on intimidation. Not only was he one of the taller men on the 141, and massive to boot, but his eyes seemed to be that of a reaper. So tired that you wondered when the last time he got a decent night's sleep.

Clearly his tactics to intimidate weren't working if you were focused on his eyes.

"You don't think shit of us, have you actually heard yourself? You can't decide if you want to run off and save the world on your own or be a nanny." You continued to antagonize him to the point that he took another three steps forward, grabbed you by your armored vest's shoulder strap, and slammed you up against the stone wall.

You winced.

"Did you see the caged dog?" Soap broke through their argument without even realizing it.

"Big geezer, if he barks, shoot him and repo quickly- Don't get compromised-" Ghost growled through the radio but for some reason it sounded to you like he was talking about himself.

Either way, from the sound of it, Soap still had a while to go before he would finally get to the church.

"A dog, huh?" you asked, seeing right through Ghost's mask though only the figurative one of course. Your feet were still trying to find purchase on the rough wall.

Ghost narrowed his eyes and let go of your vest so you slipped back onto your feet.

"Gimme a sit-rep" Ghost ordered Soap clearly trying to stay busy with the other man to not address your insights.

"Outside- Gated alley" Soap reported.

"Stick to the edges and stay low," Ghost said, turning away from you and marking your confrontation as finished.

"Copy" the radio sounded as Ghost made his way to one of the open arches of the tower, lowering himself without much grace and betraying just how tired he was. You almost felt bad for the infuriating bastard.

"You may get a brag rag for this" Ghost said into the radio making an attempt at cheering on the soldier who was left to fend for himself.

"A medal?" Soap responded with good humor.

"Chest candy" Ghost confirmed as you plopped yourself down near him, still giving him some breathing room. As much fun as it was to antagonize him, you did still value your head.

"Dead Shadows are my medals" Soap returned in the true 'not interested in military bureaucratic bullshit' fashion most soldiers adopted after no more than two deployments.

"You said you wanted to win. Congratulations, you're a winner" Ghost mocked him, though, you all knew it was impossible to feel like a winner when trying to drag yourself through hell.

"Away n'bile yer heid" Soap grumbled, slipping into his native tongue. You laughed again, gaining back Ghost's attention. You had heard Soap grumbled it a few times and gathered the meaning by now.

"English, MacTavish" the Lt ordered, growing annoyed with the both of you.

"Sorry, sir, let me translate, 'Go fuck yourself'" Soap offered some insight.

"Much better" Ghost said, his gloomy eyes still on you.

The radio fell silent letting the tension between you two grow as you refused to break eye contact. It was somewhat jarring, how Soap was not there but at the same time he was.

"What is your problem?" you decided to ask, breaking that silence. You weren't even accusing him of anything, just genuinely curious.

"Excuse me, Corporal?" Ghost warned not actually asking for clarification but instead, once again, warning you to back down.

"You can't seem to decide if you hate me" you observed lightly keeping your voice steady. He was intimidating but you didn't have to confirm that for him. He had enough of an ego as it was.

"Oh, let me make it crystal clear then, darling" he said, his voice lowering as he got back up on his feet closing the distance between the two of you.

Even if you had wanted to back up you didn't have much of a choice. Rough rock backed you and unfinished or broken building pieces were littered around you. Even then, standing off with Ghost was like standing off with a rabid dog, you absolutely did not want to run and give him chase.

And so with you cornered and sitting he went down on one knee supported by one of the rough stones and grabbed your hair roughly to establish his control over you.

"Church is on the other side of the city" Ghost said to Soap over the radio while holding you down making it clear to you, he wanted to give himself a little time to deal with you before checking in with your other team mate again.

Lightning flashed through the open arches illuminating everything like it was mid-day just for a half a second. Ghost gave you time to back down, to cower away from him. Clearly, he knew nothing about you.

"So, you are a rabid dog then" you observe before spitting in his face. May he do his worst.

"Is that what you want from me, the usual rabid dog act?" he asked, and you could hear it. You could hear a self-destructive smile in his voice as he filed you away in his mind as just like everyone else who had already made their judgments of him.

"No, I want you to stop being a little bitch and be yourself" you challenge him, your chin tipping up proudly even though he had you pinned. He was being sloppy anyways; both your hands were free and both of you were well aware you were armed to the teeth and knew how to make use of it. "Show me what's under that mask, Simon."

You were getting under his skin, and it was driving him mad, you could see it in his eyes. It was almost fun to rile him up, especially when he was so predictable.

"Be myself, is that what you really want?" he asked, his voice getting dangerously low. He was wound up like a spring. He was a bomb about to blow.

"You wouldn't make me beg, would you?" you asked, keeping your voice sweet though his fingers laced through your hair tightened painfully causing you to suck air sharply between your teeth.

You expected him to smack you or slam you on the ground. Hell, you would have expected him to stab you and write you off as an unfortunate casualty before you expected what he actually did next.

Before you expected him to flip up the fabric of his mask just a couple inches and pull you into him before you could even wipe the stupid grin off your face so he could kiss you, hard.

Your eyes went wide but you still couldn't quite register his face so close to yours, not when the taste of him was so distracting and the bit to your lower lip made you open your mouth in surprise. He tasted like salt and dirt. There was even a little blood. Those tastes should have been a turn off but for some reason your twisted mind wanted more.

"Graves is rounding up the cops" Soap's voice sounded echoing between your two radios, bringing you back to reality. And breaking your lips apart.

What the fuck was actually happening?

"He's judge, jury, and executioner now" Ghost said into his radio his voice is rough as he struggled to reign himself in.

The radios stayed silent for a few breaths as you both tried to steady yourselves, his fingers still locked in your hair, his body looming close over you.

"Bottle" Soap stated though he seemed to be asking for suggestions.

"Good for distraction" the Lt offered though once again his words seemed to have a double meaning as his dark eyes stayed locked on yours.

The two of you stayed frozen until finally you noticed it. He was silently asking for permission, or at least, waiting for some sign that he should continue.

So, this really was him showing you himself, he wasn't just attacking you. There was something raw and broken in him. Maybe he was a rabid dog. It was impossible to know yet. But you wanted to know what broke him.

It felt near impossible to refuse the sliver of himself he was offering. His mask was still up revealing the most you've ever seen of him. You looked down at his lips while biting your own lower lip. Then you looked back up into his eyes and that seemed to be enough of an answer for him.

It looked like he knew enough about analyzing every silent communication in your face to understand your silent yes and he dipped back down. This time he moved somewhat slower. He was still rough, you could cut yourself on his edges, and demanding as his lips crushed against yours until you slipped your tongue between your lips to lick his lower lip.

Another yes from you and he demanded more, his free right hand that wasn't supporting your head by gripping your hair sliding up to find your waist. Your gear was a more fitted version of his own and with unconscious memory he unbuckled the side of your vest so he could slip his hand under your shirt with ease.

"Chucked the bottle, worked like a charm" Soap's voice intruded on you again forcing you to stay focused and not lose yourself.

Ghost broke away from the kiss but only moved so far that his lips barely brushed yours as he spoke moving his shoulder so he could press the radio with his chin. "Told ya- pay attention and you just might learn something." His words rang with more than one meaning as per usual.

This time, as Soap had the decency to shut up, the Lt didn't meet your lips again but instead he seemed keen on exploring. While having complete control, he pulled your head back, running his teeth along your jaw until he found the spot just under your ear where it met your neck. He was the furthest thing from loving. You could still feel the power struggle between you and his attempt to intimidate you.

You had to admit, he was good at it. The only issue was that as while he may be scaring the shit out of you, some fucked up part of you was enjoying this all too much. You decided to play his little game, your hands were both still free after all so one went to his waist, sliding under his shirt to trace the skin along his pants waistline, while your right hand went further down the front of his pants to find his cock swollen against the tight woven fabric.

"Poor thing" you breathed in his ear. Challenging him to put you back in line.

"Commandeered some wax Lt" Soap reported causing Ghost to groan, while the radio was off of course. He still had to support his man even if he had his work cut out for him here with you.

"Could prove useful" he said to the radio, clearly not in a creative mood, at least not for Soap.

Which only sparked some creativity in you.

You squeezed his cock with your right hand and ran a nail against his skin with your left at the same time and so the Lt was barely able to hold back another groan before he had a chance to release the radio's transmission button. This was going to be fun.

"Found some chemicals" Soap continued his updates clearly looking for more enlightening ideas from the man above you.

"Tie them up with some wax you got a smoke bomb" Ghost relented an idea even though he was slightly breathless as he delivered it. "A toxic distraction" he finished with an accusatory look in your direction, his hand having strayed further up your shirt than you remembered as he released your hair to repurpose his hand to cover your mouth and squeezed one of your nipples cruelly. Your cry was muffled by his hand.

This fucking bastard-

"Sick, I like it" Soap responded over the radio, his commentary matching perfectly to the predicament you found yourself in.

"Guarantee you they won't" Ghost said looking all too pleased with himself.

In an attempt to fix that fresh grin on his face, one you finally got to see at least in part, you pulled at his belt letting it loose and using both hands to make quick work of his button and zipper.

"In a hurry, darling" Ghost asked, finally actually speaking to you and this time his hand grabbed the whole of your breast, his rough fingerless gloves feeling good on your delicate skin. He did move his hand off your mouth and trailed his fingers over your jaw and down your neck to give you a chance to respond.

"Soap isn't going to give us all night" you say back to him pulling at his pants before he suddenly changes his grip to take hold of you and spin you around on your knees. It was hard to even keep track of his fast precise movements.

"True" he murmured against your shoulder turning his head towards the sensitive base of your neck. Seems like the Lt wasn't quite ready to come at this face to face.

"Control freak" you accuse with your cheek against the cool rough stone of the church. Scared of intimacy was more accurate.

"Feeling weak are ya?" Ghost asked into your skin his right hand coming under you to help support your weight as his left traveled down to your own belt. You nearly responded before Soap did for you, Ghost was playing with you.

"A bit shaky, sir, yeah" Soap said. The feeling was mutual.

"Graves tried to kill us" Ghost started "seems to reason if you were a little off."

Was the Lt giving himself excuses now? And the bastard didn't even have the balls to admit it about himself. Instead, he was projecting on Soap.

"Find a stim- it'll give you a little boost" Ghost then suggested to Soap and again you couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, jealous even, that his attention didn't belong only to you.

But clearly the Lt was a master of multitasking because while you were distracted by his voice, he had undone your pants and pushed them down to your knees while finishing your job and freeing his cock so it rested hot against the bare skin of your ass.

"Going to keep chatting it up with your bud?" you asked the jealousy creeping into your voice.

"Of course," Ghost responded, licking the sensitive part of your neck. "I've got a job to do."

"Bastard" was the only insult that sprang to mind even as you tipped your head to give him more access to your bare skin. Instead of indulging you he reached up to spit in his hand, using it to wet his cock with a couple of pumps.

"What a romantic" you teased to cover the nerves you felt at the pit of your stomach. Not that you got a good look at him but he seemed to have a cock to match his tall stature.

Ghost reached up to pull his mask back down over his face and you couldn't help the slightly puckered lower lip even as you thought, 'pussy'.

The Lt didn't give you long to anticipate though he did run the smooth head of his cock over your wet lips to add your own excitement to his gruff spit.

Surprisingly he took it slow, seeming to enjoy every inch he buried inside you. In reward he gave you a low guttural moan, one to match your own before leaning forward to cover your mouth, pinching your nose lightly to cut off your air supply without hurting you.

The two of you didn't get long before Soaps voice was back in your ear.

"I found some tape," the soldier whispered through the radio.

"Very useful" Ghost clipped needing some effort to not sound distracted.

"If I have to wrap a gift?" Soap asked even as Ghost seemed to grow impatient with waiting for radio silence to continue. He started to move again as Soap spoke and tightened his hand on your face to keep you quiet.

"So to speak- Hold on to it" he ordered, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow as you stretched to accommodate him, the feeling still raw and verging on painful.

As the conversation lulled it gave Ghost a chance to speed up. Your back arched as your eyes rolled skywards, the lack of oxygen heightening the deep pleasure that he thrust into you accompanied by throaty moans, it seemed like he had been pent up for a while.

"Ghost, you missing a knife-?" Soap asked.

"Several" Ghost grunted. You wondered if Soap noticed how much shorter the Lt's responses were getting.

"I think I found one" Soap responded, confirming that he hadn't the slightest clue that Ghost was keeping himself busy with you.

"Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork-" Ghost related gripping both your thighs to thrust harder into you having to release your mouth.

"Don't take all the credit" you said between breaths. That remark earned you a sharp slap on the ass and you had to bite back a cry.

"You came through here?" Soap asked between your mixed moans accented by heavy thrusts.

"On our way to the church" Ghost responded, straightening himself up and tipping back his head.

"And you left me?" Soap asked with a huff.

"I'm used to working alone." Ghost shot back finding his rhythm exchanging banter with the other soldier and rearranging your guts.

"So much for no man left behind." Soap said.

"Just get yourself to the church" Ghost answered, having to bite back his own groans while your pussy clenched around his length buried inside you. "Tryin' to keep you alive and get you here in one piece, one of us needs to survive to tell the tail."

"Taking a shine to me, then?" Soap asked.

"Not in the slightest, still got a lot of ground to cover" Ghost denied seeming intent on taking advantage of that fact. He pulled completely out of you, evening out his breath.

Just as you were about to start whining at interruption he reached down to grab your wrist and waist flipping you back on your back, a man with a plan. He didn't waste time tucking his still erect cock back into his open pants but instead hooked his arms under your legs and lifted you up against the wall, hooking his thumb under his mask to lift it up over his mouth again. Any complaint you had quickly left your mind as his mouth found your clit.

A sharp shooter.

Your hands gripped his head keeping his mouth on you as he wrecked you licking and sucking with practiced precision.

"Seek and ye shall find-"

She had to let go of the Lt, not only so he could respond but also so he could breathe.

"Whatchya got?" he asked his voice returning to a more normal candor despite the lack of breathing she had been allowing him. He flicked his tongue over her clit as they waited for Soap's response.

"Black powder-"

"Nice. This could get interesting" the man between your thighs said before finding your core again and torturing while you struggled to stay quiet. Thank god for breaks between responses.

"Lt, about to play rough with the Shadows-" Soap kept going despite how you cursed him.

"I like the sound of that" Ghost murmured against you and you looked down to meet his eyes. It was all too tempting to take advantage of the moment and pull his mask off. You wanted to and his sleepy eyes seemed to dare you to but there was some sort of thread of trust building between the two as you both tugged at either end and didn't let go.

"Fashioned a trip mine" Soap reported.

"A man after my own heart" Ghost breathed. Your breath caught with the potential there.

Did the bastard have to keep leading you on with these damn double meanings?

"Thought you'd like that" Soap cut in breaking up the tension.

This time Ghost didn't respond right away looking like he wanted to focus on you for a change. He moved you away from the wall sliding his arms up your body as he gently lowered you onto the ground with your back against the cool stone ground.

How about that, the Lt could be gentle for you.

He settled himself over you and you noticed he kept his weight off of you moving slower now. Not that he had been hurting you before but something had shifted in him and you couldn't quite put your finger on what. His free left hand moved down your side and brought your legs up to hook around your waist as his hot breath tickled your ear. He was a lot closer and it felt more than physical. Suddenly you couldn't blame him for keeping his careful distance before.

"Killed a Shadow" Soap's voice sounded,

"Nice" Ghost grunted using his free hand to run his cock back over your swollen pussy lips.

"Took his gun" Soap continued clearly wanting more of an answer from the Lt.

"Good work" Ghost gave in his words laced with a bit of a moan as he pushed his cock back into you needing to feel your tight hole again. "Moving up in the world, Johnny"

The words made you want to hear your name on his lips.

"Choose your shots and targets wisely, Johnny. Guns make noise" he continued to lecture as he sank all the way into you, his words feeling hot on your neck.

"My Kingdom for a suppressor-" Soap complained.

You started to open your mouth to make demands. You needed more of the Lt. You were starting to feel desperate.

"Be smart about what you've got. That's the trick" Ghost said, cutting off the other man's complaints.

Finally the two shut up again and Ghost found his rhythm again. This time he took it slow but every thrust was achingly deep. Your hands gripped his loosened pants so you could do your best to get him moving faster.

One thing you know about Ghost is he is stubborn to a fault.

"Take it easy, darling" he groaned in your ear as he continued to fuck you mercilessly slow.

"No" you whined back. While the Lt was chatty for once you couldn't seem to find your words. "More" was all you could muster.

"Beg" he demanded as your names scraped over what little bare skin of his she could find.

"Ghost", only one word responses from you at this point.

"Say my name" he damned this time. He wanted more too, you could hear it.

"Simon" you moaned, pulling yourself into him.

"That's it" he praised his words drawing out and he gripped your shoulders to keep you in place as his pace picked up.

"Simon" you moaned again, a fitting place for worship.

Your voice seemed to snap another part of him loose and he started to fuck you harder. He wasn't as cold and rough or calculated as he was in the beginning. Now he felt desperate.

You couldn't help but mirror that feeling.

"Fuck" he groaned into your neck as he pumped into with abandon. You could feel the tension drawing tight inside you. Every muscle in your body felt like a bow string about to snap loose.

"Again" he demanded your attention as he lifted himself just high enough to meet your eyes. He wouldn't let you lose yourself without him.

Your thoughts barely lept past the realization that his irises were not completely black. There was a ring of mahogany in them that you held on to as you broke under him. His hand found your mouth just in time before the whole damn city heard your cry and your pulsing release dragged him out with you. His bit back moan joined your muffled plea as his hot cum shot inside you, no thoughts to ask questions.

Pulses of pleasure continued to run up and down your shaking body as his hand slipped from your mouth so he could hear your soft whimpers. He didn't move and his eyes never left your as he fought to catch his breath.

Gibberish sounded through your radios. By some miracle Soap hadn't interrupted you through the last few minutes but that wouldn't last forever.

"Speak English" Ghost demanded for the second time that night his gruff voice sounding especially annoyed that he was in the middle of enjoying the light high that came after pumping out a load.

"It's rainin' fuckin' hard!" Soap snapped back, matching the Lt's shit attitude.

"Then say so" Ghost huffed and coming back down to earth from your own high you chuckled quietly. Now that you weren't trying to get a release that felt more necessary than air it was funny to hear the two exchange blows.

"I did!" Soap protested.

Ghost rolled his eyes running a thumb over your lower lip, cleaning off just a bit of spit. You snapped your mouth shut cheeks heating but being embarrassed about a little drool flitted right out of your mind when he slowly drew back his hips to pull his cock out of you.

"Rain's good" Ghost said to Soap, unable to entirely keep the groan out of his voice "It'll cover your tracks."

"Covers theirs too-" Soap said back his spirits low.

"Let's worry about you, Johnny" Ghost re-centered the conversation.

"So you do like me" Soap teased Ghost's words clearly working on him. The Lt rolled his eyes keeping his feelings on that comment between the two of you. He tucked his shoulder to roll on his back next to you, seeming to forget that his mask was still partially up.

"I like you alive" was all the Lt gave Soap.

The soldier seemed satisfied with that answer and layed off the radio a few more moments. It gave Ghost at least a few moments to tuck his now half limp cock back in his pants without Soap's voice in his ear.

You started to follow his lead, lifting your hips to scoot your pants up. Without warning you felt Ghosts rough fingers, surprisingly gentle, as they mimicked your move from before and traced the line from hip to hip just above where your waistline was. You tipped your head to look up at him lowering your hips back down to the cool stone as you buttoned up your pants.

You couldn't quite decipher that look he had in his dark eyes.

He didn't want another round but he looked like he was trying to puzzle you out almost as much as you were trying to figure him out.

"Moving inside" Soap had the decency to check back in.

"Check. Take what you need to keep them off you." Ghost instructed though his mind wasn't on the man still trying to get to them.

"Aye"

"Penny for your thoughts" you interrupted. He waited for a heartbeat, probably hoping Soap would give him an excuse not to respond. Then he opened his mouth.

"Ghost" Soap broke in.

"Soap" The Lt responded but he looked like he almost felt bad.

"Found a tripwire rigged to a shotgun. Disarmed it. Took the gun" that damn soldier was like a puppy just looking for praise. Not that you had been doing the same thing only a half hour earlier.

"Open hearts and minds with it, Johnny," Ghost said, seeming to feel Soap's anxiety hike as he got closer to the church.

No response from Soap and the question pulled back between you.

"It's been a while" Ghost responded and he seemed pained at the answer, as vague as it was.

"Since you fucked?" you asked bluntly, that had been obvious enough but he seemed unhappy with your answer.

"More than that," he said, it was like pulling teeth.

You didn't give him the out of asking for clarification, instead you stared him down. Stubbornly he refused to give in.

"Johnny, Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us, why?" he asked the radio knowing it would annoy you to no end.

"Graves and Shepherd are both involved" Soap answered stating the obvious. "No matter what- this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery. We need to get to the bottom of it."

"Accurate and deadly fire tends to resolve these things," Ghost gave the butcher's answer as always. "Right now, we're not safe here."

"Not safe in Las Almas, or not safe with me?" you challenged the Lt forcing this conversation back on you.

"Right now- we're not safe anywhere Lt" Soap answered Ghost to. It somehow seemed to answer your question as well.

The dog bites because he can't feel safe anywhere.

The silence felt loud as Soap got busy on the other side of the radio and the two of you were left on your own. Ghost didn't know how to fill the silence between you, still refusing to answer your question.

"It didn't mean anything" the man finally spoke immediately going the defensive route.

"Then why have you still not fixed your mask?" you asked seeing right through that statement. Sex didn't have to mean anything. He wasn't the first man you fucked just because it's what you wanted in the moment. Normally it's what you wanted at least. This had felt like a need. As much as you dissected the Lt's motive you weren't quite to the point of questioning your own.

Your question had hit its mark since Ghost didn't even have the composure to wait a few minutes to pull down his mask so there would at least be some ambiguity to him actually only remembering when you brought it up.

With no answer from him you decided to stand up and stretch your legs.

"Sure" you said brushing off your legs being nonchalant only because you could tell it could annoy him. "It didn't mean anything, Simon"

"Stop saying my name," he warned.

"Why?" you asked, guessing he wouldn't come up with an answer. "You seemed to really like it a few minutes ago when you blew your load in me"

"Are you so fucking causual now-" he growled back getting up as well before Soap cut him off over the radio again.

"I'm in the coffee shop" So, only a click away then.

"Get us a tea" Ghost snapped, the joke seeming more like an order as he bit it out.

"Fucking Brits" Soap complained and you mouthed and agreement.

"You think your cunt is so great" Ghost confronted you back to his intimidation tactics.

"You're going to owe me for this," Soap was back on line and very helpful in pissing Ghost off with you.

"Why" the Lt barked.

"We're solving each other's problems," Soap stated and you crossed your arms, a smile playing over your lips as you waited to see where this was going.

"What's my problem? '' Ghost asked, affronted.

"The mask, take it off" Soap challenged.

"Show my face?"

"Yes, sir" you raised a brow putting more pressure on Soap's demand.

"Negative"

"Are you ugly?" you snorted at that.

"Quite the opposite" with that response from Ghost you stepped closer, challenging his space for once. You half expected him to back up.

"I doubt that," Soap answered.

You reached a hand up. You didn't go fast, you weren't trying to catch him off guard. You just touched his face, you brushed your palm over his jaw line and watching carefully you saw him lean into your touch.

It was so tempting to run your fingers down the edge of the mask and pull it up. Part of you felt like he wanted you to. He wanted you to take that act from him so he wouldn't have to choose himself.

You didn't give him the easy path because you could tell that most things were taken from him without his choice.

It was hard to keep your eyes off him. He was so volatile. Bursting at the seams with anger in one moment and falling apart in his own world of despair the next. All the things he had been through he just felt so much.

"Ghost" Soap was back.

"Soap"

"Guess what I found?"

"More stopping power?" Ghost asked and you let him out from under the pressure breaking the tension but crossing your arms as you sat back on one of the mostly flat building blocks littered around the towner.

"Check"

"Your life expectancy just went way up," Ghost said, seeming to relax a bit.

You didn't push on but simply waited so Ghost opted to focus back on getting Soap out alive.

"Johnny- town's full o' tunnels" he advised, referring to the one they had to go through to get to the church.

"Stand by" Soap whispered, barely audible over the radio. He was dealing with some trouble.

When Soap's silence drew out the Lt tipped his head back and groaned in frustration before walking over and seating himself beside you. He scratched the top of his head and you simply waited.

"People die around me," Ghost said, like a confession.

"Oldest story in the book" you answered not letting him off the hook.

"I mean it" he snapped at you. You just waited, unimpressed with his bark.

"My mum" he started again but didn't elaborate. "my brother- and his family" he couldn't quite string together a whole sentence but the meaning was clear enough.

"Shepard turned his back on us-" he struggled to bring meaning in his words but you weren't going to let him flounder like a fish out of water all day, especially when he was trying.

"But you feel like your family betrayed you more by dying on you," you stated clearly. It was a feeling every soldier, every survivor, had at some point.

He just looked at you and you knew you hit the nail on the head even if the broken man in front of you wasn't ready to pull himself apart at the carefully crafted stitches he sewed to make himself some facade of whole over the years.

Somehow you knew you would be there to help him put the pieces back together when it did happen, no one could do it alone, not even Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"Found some oil" Soap reported giving Ghost the break he desperately needed, always on time.

"Oil, bottle and some rope for a wick. Time for a cocktail," Ghost instructed.

There was a few seconds of pause.

"Ghost" Soap wasn't holding up at this point.

"Talk to me Johnny" the Lt ordered.

"I found the tunnel."

"The church plaza is on the other end of the tunnel" Ghost laid out. It had been a quiet stretch for the two of you but Graves was getting desperate. "Push through, you're nearly here."

"Ghost, I got Shadows wearing body armor," so definitely more trouble than they had.

"You'll have to get in close and find the gaps"

"You make it sound like a walk in the park," you huff at the Lt's casual tone.

"He just needs to keep his shit together," Ghost dismisses as the line falls silent again. "You got eyes on the church?"

"Aye"

"Good. You're on the right track. Keep comin'," Ghost reaffirms. You were starting to feel like he was trying to keep his own anxiety in check. The Lt wasn't used to having to give out orders while he sat in relative safety.

"Ghost, areas blocked off."

"Try and cut through the shops."

"Think I found a way through, Lt" Soap said as the two of you stood up to peer out the window in anticipation of seeing Soaps approach. On his way over Ghost grabbed his sniper rifle.

"I'll hold 'em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil." Ghost said to both of you as he set up in the open arch facing in the direction you both had come from.

"Roger that"

"Give 'em hell, Johnny- We're almost there."

Only seconds later Ghost squeezed the trigger letting a shot ring through the tower. You grabbed your rifle from where it was propped knowing the sound would draw Shadows up the tower.

"Ghost, was that you?" the radio asked.

"Who else? Now go-" Ghost ordered the soldier. Their wait had finally ended.

You moved to the window but just as you glimpsed Soap moving through the plaza you heard a crash coming through the stairwell and shouts joined in.

You raised your rifle moving closer to the door so Ghost could continue to have Soap's back.

"Ghost, how copy?" Soap called just as you saw the first Shadow's head and started firing in precise three shot bursts.

"Johnny, got company in the church, and they're not here for forgiveness!"

"Drop the jokes" you snap at Ghost as you continue to drop Shadow after Shadow.

"Get to the steps, we'll be there" Ghost barked at Soap as he drew his pistol. The poor fuck was on his own.

"Copy, Lt"

The two of them pushed forward having the advantage as the Shadows pushed through the narrow stairway. There had to be an end to them.

Finally you made it to the bottom of the stair and found the rest of the church empty.

"Go," Ghost shouted. And the two of you ran. A figure appeared in the door but you hesitated to squeeze off the trigger, it could be Soap. Before he came out of the shadows a shot rang up and you felt a bolt of white hot pain go through your side as you dropped.

"No!" Ghost shouted behind you firing his pistol until the Shadow who shot you dropped.

You didn't have time to even look at the found. Ghost grabbed you by the back of your vest hauling you up until he could get his shoulder under your torso. It hurt like hell but before you knew it he was running out of the building with you.

"Ghost!"

"Soap!" You finally heard the Sergeants actual voice as fresh air hit you and you knew you had made it out of the building. The Lt moved you and suddenly you were falling before arms caught you again.

You looked up. "Soap?" you asked.

The Ghost landed next to you. There had been a tall fence between you and escape. Ghost hoisted you over his shoulder again relieving Soap of you.

"We need a vehicle, on me!" Ghost shouted leading the way and Soap provided cover. You could feel the deep cold that meant you were losing blood fast. "Stay sharp, they know we're here and they know it's us. They'll send more."

Your head felt limp but you could still hear even if your vision was blurry and upside down.

"Contact- dead ahead!" you heard Soap as shots were fired.

"I see them, watch the alley!" Ghost added firing his pistol with one hand using the other to keep you balanced. "Johnny, stay close."

"Heads up for a vehicle we can take," Ghost ordered and you did your best to grip the back of his vest to held stay up. "Soap, pickup truck ahead. Light up"

"That's our exfil. Get to it!" Ghost ordered again as Soap fell behind.

You heard a car door open and your whole world pivoted as you were tossed in the back and closed inside, followed by two shakes as the men left on your team got on either side of the truck.

It was hard to hold on to consciousness as the engine fired up and part of your mind decided you were safe.

"Alright Johnny, you made it." Ghost said.

"We made it, Lt" Johnny responded only for gunshot to shatter what remained of the trucks windows.

"Hold fast!" Ghost ordered and the truck shifted into gear before you felt a hand reaching back to keep you on the seat. It felt almost impossible to hold on to consciousness now that you were in relative safety.

The last thing you remembered was the car jolting as it ran over several obstacles that screamed.

Chapter 2

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writing-wh0re · 2 years

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bestie I’m feeling like Lloyd and Six fighting over reader but in a smutty way you know??? please??😩😍

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Pairing: Sierra Six - Court Gentry x reader / Lloyd Hansen x Reader (kind of)

Word Count: 2310k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Angst(?), Jealousy, Semi Public Car Sex.

A/N: I'm kinda back, kinda not. Sorry my posting has 0 schedule and is super random, but I hope you love this!

As a kid I never thought about a life where I would have to live mission to mission and in dodgy hotel rooms.

But it’s just how my life ended up.

“Miss, your drink.”

I snap out of my thoughts, looking up at the bartender as I smile, grabbing the drink from his grasp.

I look around the room discreetly locking eyes with Lloyd Hansen, his eyes racking up my body taking in how the red silk hugs my figure.

I raise the glass to my lips, flicking my eyes away from Lloyd.

“I’ve got his attention.” I whisper against my glass, flicking my eyes around the room looking for Sierra six.

‘Good girl.’ Butterflies erupt inside of me at the praise.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone.” His voice is raspier than I expected, a tingle running up my spine, oh no.

I smile at Lloyd, quickly downing my drink causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Bartender! Another for the lady.” Lloyd says holding up my empty glass.

“You dont have to do that.”

“I insist.” Lloyd whispers looking me up and down.

Blush heats up my face, my mind fighting against itself.

‘Is that blush I see?’ Court’s voice whispers in my ear as I feel my mouth go dry.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

Lloyd chuckles, his head falling back slightly.

The bartender places my drink down in front of me, tipping his head toward me before rushing to other paterons.

“I find it hard to believe you don’t know who I am.”

I raise an eyebrow as I sip my drink.

‘Be careful.’ Court whispers as Lloyd looks over in Court’s direction, Court’s seat now empty. I release a breath, thankful for his disappearance.

Lloyd leans in closer to me, his lips against my ear.

“It’s easy to spot a Sierra, especially when there’s two.”

‘Bathroom.’ Court whispers.

“I’m sorry?” I was shocked.

Lloyd licks his lips, a wicked smirk on his face.

“Dumb doesn’t look good on you.”

“Excuse me.”

I slip off the bar stool quickly rushing away from Lloyd, feeling his presence behind me.

“Six, where are you?” I whisper, rushing down the hallway to the bathrooms.

I look behind me, my stomach dropping at the sight of Lloyd pushing through the crowd.

My body runs into something, rather someone. His cologne hits me before I look up, my body relaxing against him.

Court’s eyes quickly looked over me, studying me as if Lloyd had hurt me.

Lloyd chuckles, his hands resting behind his back, eyes dark.

“Sierra Six, or should I call you by your real name?”

Court’s grip on my hip tightens as he pushes me behind him slightly. Does he seriously forget that I’m an assassin?

Court scoffs rolling his eyes, his hold never loosening on my body.

“Why don’t we keep this civil?” Court suggests, his eyes looking past Lloyd at the general public.

“Please, I know you both love to put on a show.”

My eyebrows knit together, Court’s jaw tightening.

“Oh no no.” Lloyd chuckles, leaning against the nearby wall. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I open and close my mouth to object, but Lloyd cuts me off.

“Two nights ago, you both decided you were fed up with pretending to ignore your feelings and fuck on the balcony.” Lloyd winks at me as I hide behind Court a little more.

“You sound delicious by the way babygirl.”

“Enough.”

Lloyd raises an eyebrow chuckling.

“You were the ones putting on a show.” Lloyd states putting his hands up in defence.

“Plus, what kind of name is Court?”

I watch Court’s whole body tense at the mention of his name on Lloyds tongue.

‘If we leave he will follow.’ I whisper, knowing Court can hear me through the earpiece.

“Go.” Court whispers, pushing me away.

I stumble slightly, looking between the two men before turning and running away.

“C’mon now! Don’t tease me!” Lloyd shouts before the sound of fists hitting skin and grunting fills the hallway.

The hallway bends to the right, the green exit sign flicking above.

“Six!”

‘Go…. without….. Me’ The earpiece crackles, hearing hit after hit.

I jiggle the handle, it is not budging. I scoff before falling to my knees and picking the lock.

Click the sound is music to my ears and racing heart as I pull the door open.

“No.. no no no.” I chant, the door opening to a brick wall. “How is this regulation?” I mumble.

“Oh Y/n!” Lloyd yells in a singsong voice. My heart pounds in my chest, butterflies filling my stomach.

If he wasn’t such a physco, he would be a total catch.

I look around the hallway hoping for another door or window, anything.

“Hi baby.”

“Fuck.”

I look over at Lloyd, his eyes looking me up and down.

“I can’t believe you went for him.”

“C’mon six.” I whisper.

“Six won’t be joining us.” My heart sinks, Lloyd has to be bluffing.

I quickly trace my eyes over Lloyd’s body, his arms almost bulging out of his shirt, blood stains across his strong abdomen and his pants tight against his thighs.

I mentally slap myself, stop checking out the enemy, he is literally a psychopath.

Lloyd strides towards me, causing me to back away from him. I brush my hand against my leg attempting to feel for my knife. My stomach drops, the emptiness of my thigh holster causing a panic to set over me. My eyes fall on the black and silver blade in the middle of the hallway.

“Y/n!” Court calls, my heart leaping in my chest. Lloyd turns his back slightly, looking towards Court. Before I can think I’m running down the hallway towards him, stupidly.

Lloyd grabs a hold of my waist, pulling me off the ground and against his hard chest. I thrash around, elbowing him in the shoulder as his grip loosens. I wiggle out of his grip, slapping him across the face and pushing him backwards. I turn to run towards Court with zero luck as Lloyd trips me, my body hitting the hard floor, my lungs struggling for air.

“Not so fast Princess.”

“You’ve got a hard hit, I’ll give you that.”

Heavy footsteps thud against the ground as Court rounds the corner.

Lloyd pulls me against his body. His hand resting just below my boobs, his thigh against my ass.

“God, you smell incredible.” Lloyd whispers, his lips against my ear.

I keep my eyes trained on Court, studying his every move, trying to figure out his plan.

“You’re a selfish son of a bitch, you know that?” Lloyd chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back.

Court cracks his neck, walking towards us as Lloyd pulls me further against him.

“C’mon now, you can’t send her in here and expect me to just let her go.”

“Lloyd.” I whimper, his grip on my body deathly tight.

His hand wanders up my chest, brushing against my boobs as my nipples prick up at the sudden touch, it doesn’t go unnoticed. Lloyd’s hand settles around my throat, pulling me more against him.

“Court.” I whimper, Lloyd’s grip tightening.

“That’s a little insulting baby, my hands on you and another man's name on your lips.”

“Lloyd.” Court warns.

Lloyd chuckles, his lips brushing against my neck, small kisses being placed on my warm skin.

Oh fuck, this shouldn’t feel good.

My lips part, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my body tingling at his touch. The whole scenario caused a buzz to fill me.

“Good girl.” Lloyd whispers, his hand moving from my neck to grope my boob.

“Y/n.” Court whispers, the earpiece causing his voice to ring through my brain.

My eyes snap open, focusing on the man in front of me rather than on me.

God this is wrong, so so so wrong. But so fucking good.

Lloyd pulls away from me, his eyes locking onto Court.

Lloyd drops his weapon at Court’s feet, guiding my body over to the nearby wall and caging me against him.

“I’m sure you can share Six.” Lloyd winks, his hands on my skin.

“Stop, Y/n doesn’t want this.”

Lloyd chuckles, looking into my eyes as my lips part, looking between him and Court.

“Y/n know’s how to stop me.” Lloyd states, his eyes looking over towards my knife on the floor, knowing full well I could swing this and stab him.

“This is so wrong.” I mumble, Lloyd’s lips brushing against mine.

“Then stop me.” He whispers, his lips crashing against mine. His moustache scratched against my skin softly. I melt into the kiss, my hands falling to his shoulders.

Lloyd moans against my lips, I open my eyes and look towards Court, winking at him as he shakes his head.

Court pulls Lloyd off my body, replacing him with his own.

His lips on my neck.

“This better be a part of your plan.” Court whispers against my skin.

“Grab my knife.” I whisper, kissing Court as he chuckles.

“You really aren’t someone who share��s are you?” Lloyd mocks.

Court pulls away from me, gesturing for Lloyd to take his place.

Lloyd smirks, stalking towards me as his lips latch onto mine. I run my hands up and down Lloyd’s chest, before feeling his body go limp against me, a groan filling the air.

Court used the butt on my knife against Lloyd’s head. Before digging the knife into Lloyd’s shoulder.

“You….cunt..” Lloyd groans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Go before he wakes up.” Court instructs as I usher out of the hallway. I quickly fix my appearance before walking into the crowd of people, the music thumping louder than before. I push my way through, walking outside as Court stands beside me, a black SUV pulling up in front of us.

“Get in.”

I smile weakly, climbing into the car and pulling out my ear piece.

“You took it too far.”

“Did it make you jealous?” I tease, causing Court to tense, looking out of the window.

“What did you expect me to do? He had us cornered, you were down and my knife was missing.”

“You didn’t need to throw yourself at him.”

“It let his guard down!”

Court scoffs, shaking his head.

“And yours.”

“So you’re mad at me for improvising and getting us out of there?”

Court shakes his head, his jaw clenching. His hand wraps around my throat, pinning me against the seat.

“I'm mad that you liked it.”

“Then help me forget him.”

Court’s eyes flick from mine to my lips. He locks the two way window between us and the driver, his lips locking with mine.

His tongue parts my lips, his tongue tracing mine as his hands run up my body.

“God.” He mumbles, his fingers pinching my nipples, his mouth muffling my moans.

“Court please.” I wiggle my hips up, his hand caressing down my body, cupping my pussy.

“You’re dripping.”

I bite my lips, tossing up whether or not to tease him.

“Lloyd’s doing.”

Court grunts, his hand slapping my drenched pussy.

“Don’t be a slut.”

His fingers slip past my panties, circling my clit extremely slow causing my eyes to flutter shut.

“Please.”

Court sucks his mark into my skin, his teeth grazing against me.

“Use your words.”

“Court, fuck me.” I whimper, grinding up against his fingers.

“Do you deserve it?”

“Court.” I moan, my head falling back against the seat.

The sound of his belt buckle fills the air, his hands fumbling with his pants as I pull my underwear down my legs. I push him back against the seat, straddling his lap.

The car slows down, turning a corner as Court holds me against him, his cock brushing against my swollen clit.

He runs his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before stretching me out.

“Fuck.” We both moan in unison.

Our eyes lock together as I move my hips slowly, his fingers slipping my dress down my body, my boobs falling out of the silk.

His lips wrap around my nipple, biting at the hardened bud.

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands as his hips meet mine. The rhythm of the car moving and our hips rocking together creates the perfect motion.

My toes curl at the pleasure flowing through me, the sounds falling from Court’s lips causing butterflies to fill my stomach.

Court’s hand’s move to my ass, guiding my hips to chase his high.

"So good Court."

"Better than him." Court groans as I nod.

“Say it.”

“Better than Lloyd.”

The confirmation causes Court to pick up his pace, fucking up into me faster causing my rythem to falter.

“Right there!”

Court’s fingers pinch my clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop.”

“You’re so tight.”

My pussy clenches around Court’s cock, our lips locking together as I fall apart, cumming around his dick.

Court lifts my dress, watching his cock slip in and out of me, the passing street lights showing my cum glistening against his skin.

“Fuck baby.” Court moans, his cock twitching inside of me, hot ropes of cum filling me.

I pull Court closer to me, our lips locking together, savouring the moment.

“I won’t kiss Lloyd again.”

Court smirks, chuckling.

“If I can stab him again, then I encourage it.”

The car comes to a stop causing both of us to rush to put ourselves back together.

Once dressed, Court rolls down the two way window, tipping the driver who shakes his head.

“Fitzroy is calling.”

“Good luck explaining it.” I wink, getting out of the car and walking in front of Court, turning back and blowing him a kiss as he smiles.

Maybe mission to mission and dodgy hotels isn’t such a bad thing.

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booburry · 7 months

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Still feeling trapped between the duality that is Sam Coe - Smutty Headcanon 2/??

Things I find myself considering when making this list:

He claims that he is wanting to be a better person for Cora, and although he had 12 (almost 13) years to get to where we see him in the game, I truly think he lived a life that is an absolute mirror of what we see now.

How fine his ass looks in his jeans 🍑

He said the bruise was worth it

Spoilers, 18+ (obvi)

Let's talk dirty, shall we? Cause it's 1am, I can't sleep, and I have Sam Coe's dick on my mind

Sam engages in dirty talk and has a vocabulary that ranges from soft and supportive to down right degrading.

He will happily use whatever range his partner is comfortable with.

He loves it when he is scolded for how much of a 'bad boy' he has been.

Outside of being in the act, he will frequently find moments to walk past you and whisper something dirty he wishes to do with or to you, accompanied by a smug wink or smirk as he walks away.

He will also crack as many jokes and say wise ass comments between positions or in those transitional moments in sex. Relentlessly.

He does not kink shame and is open to trying new things.

He would never outright admit it but he loves it when you take control, wear nothing but his cowboy hat and slowly ride him (immediately going to write this prompt into my fic or random one-shot because 🥵🫠)

He will make relentless jokes about his 'cockpit' and occasionally you would fuck in his (or yours) cockpit.

Sam definitely has a high tolerance for pain.

I also think, with the right partner he would enjoy being bound.

When in control he, without a doubt, wants to tie his partner up, blindfold and more.

He loves it when you grab his ass and even, if the mood is right, he enjoys a medium to hard smack.

Best believe he will slam you up against whatever object he is moving you two to next.

When/if having to make a preference, I think he would enjoy rough & intense sex the most.

But then again he is a total softy and would enjoy a slow, romantic evening of heavy petting and slow fucking - so I don't know!!

Do you understand how this man perplexes and intrigues me to no end??? Of course you do, you've made it this far.

Pillow talk is his second favorite part, especially when you tell him all the amazing ways he made you feel good.

His first favorite part is worshipping your body and warming you up either by your command or his.

If his choice/if he is in control, he will tease you and edge you until you are squirming and begging him to allow you to cum.

There are days where he will just want you to sit on his face until he's done with you.

The man wants at least 40 minutes with you (only covering round one of...???)

You also know he has a high as fuck sex drive. On the daily when you both are traveling alone.

When you two start becoming more hot and heavy, if not already fully resolved, he would have Lillian step up on parental duty for the added reason of having extended periods of alone time with you.

He tried Zero-G sex once and isn't keen on it unless it's something you really want (I hear him describing his experience as 'a whole lot of fun while...you know, but you just end up with fluids everywhere. Try cleaning that up on a ship.)

100% he enjoys being pegged and would ask for it in the applicable partnership.

If you have the option of putting your body weight on him or an object (ex: riding him on a bed), he will always insist you use him.

Time in Neon City in his youth = Orgies, Group Sex & more Orgies.

In a MMF setting, he would prefer to be the middle (prior to Cora as I think he would truly seek a monogamous relationship with anyone after she was born and he split with Lillian.)

Hope some varying level of the above thoughts align with your headcanon!

🤠

#sam coe #starfield #smutty headcanons #this man is making me think dirty dirty thoughts #i think he needs to be punished for that

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘Enamoured’

Doctor Strange x Widow! fem! reader

GIRL I BE PUMPING OUT FICS EVERY OTHER NIGHT IM SORRY.

SLUTTY SMUTTY SLUT SMUT

idk i just thought it would be interesting to include sex pollen to driiiiive it all in. while i was immersed in writing it all i could envision was a Widow reader and i thought that was quite cool.

The tangible and somewhat welcome smell of blood flooded your senses as your blade dug into one of the sides of the Hydra agents you were sent to kill- you mean…just a recon mission in some random compound... with the man that was the object of your often unfathomable hatred, Dr Stephen Strange.

Tony knows of this little hatred tryst that you both have entangled yourselves into, and a dry laugh always escapes his throat as you beg and plead on both goddamn knees for Tony to pair you with someone else, anyone else. Just anyone. Tony made it his own personal mission to pair you and the asshat up at every single opportunity he could grasp his grubby little mitts on. You often thought it was a prolonged vendetta over you insulting his geometric ass beard. But what made it worse was the crude comments the whole Avengers team made of you and Stephen's non-existent relationship, which mostly consists of them betting that you'll both ‘hatefuck’ at one point, it was just a game of waiting for the time being.

It was a strange pairing, if anyone can pardon the pun. A trained Widow, a bloodthirsty assassin aiming to take your anger out on the scum of the earth and then there's one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever exist, wielding magic that normal folk could only dream of, and spell casting intricate enough only he would know how to execute.

Again, it was strange. Two headstrong, arrogant people do not a heavenly couple make. You both despised each other, and he made it crystal clear.

However back to the present, you stabbed with precision and marking your target expertly as per usual. Stephen was floating above the compound; eyes screwed shut as eidritch magic flowed through his, trying to locate where the brief case full of illegally crafted super soldier serum took hospice. He saw in his mind's eye that It was in a dark, hollow place.

This was an extremely niche kind of mission, one in which Bucky and Steve would be much suitable considering they are super soldiers and quite frankly have had first hand experience dealing with Hydra, but no. Tony had to fuck you over and pair you and Dr fucking Strangelove together. Your patience was wearing thin today.

Completely revelling in your own annoyance, you blanked out absent mindedly and didn't sense he Hydra agent standing above you from the balcony railing... letting go of the grenade that was in his grasp. Your eyes darted to his in surprise and a terrifying grin was plastered over his face.

Stephen had the intuition to know you'd get yourself killed, he was always saving your ungrateful ass and it made his blood burn. It was like he was babysitting you, but he can't help but revel in the glory of coming back to the team and telling them if it wasn't for him, you would have died. You often shivered with rage at the praise he would receive.

Instantly, he portalled to where you were and with a quirk of his skilled fingers, he cast a protection shield over you and completely disintegrated the bomb without detonating it. You put your hands over your head to prepare for an attack that never came. As you slowly opened your eyes, the orange magic dissipated into thin air, and you could hear the agents' footsteps receding.

Strange sauntered over to you confidently, like the textbook school popular kid. He was enthralled by the fact he saved your life yet again. What could he say, arrogance was part of his nature, it was in his blood.

"I got the vials." He stated.

‘Well done, want a certification that is a gold sticker along with your doctorate?‘ You snarled towards him; voice dripping with venom and unfiltered hatred.

‘Saving your ass yet again, am I? Where's that murderous Widow that specialises in torture methods but doesn't know when an enemy is right behind her, let alone not even clocking a detonating bomb?‘ He smirked as he planted himself beside you so he could prepare to portal you back to oneof the Avengers Safehouses near your location.

‘She's contemplating whether to stuff your throat with his own sling ring.‘ You replied with every single ounce of snarkines as before, too tired to even indulge in him at this point.

‘Stuff my throat? How about I stuff yours?' He asked lowly as he looked you right in the eye. That woke you up. You were internally stunned by the reply, but your face remained neutral. You didn't like how suggestive that sounded, but then again, your mind started to wonder what he really meant. Maybe it was just your dirty mind rushing to conclusions, maybe it was because of that one obscene and filthy wet dream you had about him one night that set the course of your faux façade of hating him. But you really did hate him, right? Right. Stephen Strange is a prick and he prides himself on it.

As he circled his hands to form a portal, your ears quirked, and you could hear the same footsteps as before. Oh fuck.

‘Stephen! Look ou-!’ You couldn't finish your exclamation. You swiftly turned your body only to find that the air had been detonated with lavender powder

Lavender was surrounding both of you, it crawled into the neck of your skin-tight Widow suit. You were both suffocating and inhaling the incessant powder and you could both feel it cover your lungs, your palate as well as all of your other senses. Coughs erupted between the two of you until Stephen finished his portal movement and he grabbed you and you both fell through into the Safehouse. The orange dissipating into thin air once more.

You both fell onto the oak wood floor and you both felt that oxygen was thick and unable to enter your lungs properly. And without further warning, heavy lidded, you both passed out on the floor. No one to wake either of you.

—

Stephen awoke in a daze, completely bewildered that he fell unconscious over some stupid powder. God, Hydra really must be desperate.

As his eyelids felt lighter and the sunset seeping through the window caught his eye, he glanced to his side to find that you were clinging onto his arm, nuzzling it slightly. He couldn't tell if he wanted to kill you or let you continue what you were doing.

It would make him a complete hypocrite for him to admit that you looked fucking delicious in your suit. Every curve on display, the zipper that's placed at the front of your suit just settling beneath your cleavage.

That braid in your hair too…he couldn't wait to pull at it.

Jesus, fuck. What the hell was he thinking?

His mind was completely scrambled. The Cloak of Levitation hung itself on the coat rack and he let out a scolding look at it for not being able to wake him up sooner.

He had to get out of this compromising position or else he'd stop and stare at you for too long which would make him border the lines of creepy. He softly nudged his arm away, leaned up and planted his feet on the ground so he could stand.

He let himself wander into the bathroom and he felt a wash of heat shoot though his entire body. He was beginning to settle as uncomfortable. He was sweating, oh Jesus was he sweating, He gazed at himself through the mirror, and he noticed a little blip in his eyes, he leaned closer to examine and he found that they were dilating at an excessive rate, completely impossible. He ran a hand through his hair, confused as to why his body was reacting this way- it was irrational plus annoying. Was it because of you? The powder? What the fuck was that powder?

Oh God. Oh God it's hot. Was the heating on or something?

He lets out a shaky breath and contemplates whether to strip and to have a shower. He ultimately decides against it, him getting naked while you're here. Bad idea, people will talk.

After a while, he could hear a soft moan from the other room. A fucking moan. Stephen's body convulsed as he could feel the electricity shoot straight to his dick.

What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Why is his body reacting this way?

You. Of course it was fucking you.

The woman he harbours such hatred for yet is the true painting of all of his desires. Stephen has always loved a challenge and you've never shied away from one

He walked back into the living room in which you were lying there. You propped yourself up and tured so stare at him. It was deathly and anything but welcoming.

"I need to go back. I need to kill the last bad guy. You deadpanned, the weariness of sleep not dragging you down at all.

‘Bad guy? What are you 12? Wake up, sweetheart this isn't some movie where you get the last laugh. I got the vials, that was the mission. We're supposed to decrease your kill count, not add to it, you vampire.’ He had to insult you, if he insulted you then he can't feel anvthing else for you and right now that's all that matters, no matter if your feelings are hurt. The thought surprisingly pains him. He grimaces.

‘Fuck you Strange. You have no right to act all high and mighty with me. This is who l am, this is what I do. Don't infect your gospel of goodness on me.’ You spat at his pompous demeanour.

Silence sprayed through the air. Both of you unsure what to even say to each other. You got up.

‘Have you turned the heating on?‘ You asked. You were burning up. Fucking hell it was hot, you could feel your insides liquidate

'No. But I've been feeling it too. I think we need to just go to bed and sleep it off. It's dark out now.’ Stephen concluded. His breathing was becoming more rapid and erratic, it felt like his lungs couldn't properly expand.

Hearing hirn breathe like that made your spine tingle unexpectedly. You mentally slapped yourself for reacting like that to such an absurd thing; what the hell? Your body was shaking. Your brain scattering and quickly loosing all of its inhibitions, you need to get out of there and you need to get out of there fast. Away from…him.

‘Yeah. Bed. Bed. Let's get into bed.’ You breathed, eyelashes fluttering from heavy lidded eyes. You didn't even mean to sound as breathless as you did but at this point your body was shutting down, or was it being tuned more alive? Stephen darted his head to face you, mostly out of how fucking erotic you just sounded, suggesting that you and him we're about to get into bed together- but he knew what you really meant, he just wanted to fantasise about it for a moment. You were so effortlessly attractive, and he hated you for it.

‘Yeah. Bed. Now.’ Stephen added hastily as you both departed into separate bedrooms. Completely willing to put this weird day behind you, hoping that after some rest your body would reset itself back to normal. Stephen was praying for it.

As hot as you were, you refused to get naked, not even to change or to shower. Just the slightest show of skin within the vicinity of you and Strange would cause a buzz between the Avengers and you would do anything to avoid that. So, you had to bite your tongue and sleep with your Widow suit on. Stephen did the same. As much as he wanted to shower and scrub the fantasies of you away, he wouldn't, he couldn't. You both settled into bed and tried to sleep this tiresome day off.

———

You were panting, you couldn't sleep. You were so fucking needy, so needy for Stephen's cock. It's all you could think about, it plagued your mind like a sickness, like a fog. You were trembling, squirming. The electricity coursing through your body bordering on painful, All you could envision is Stephen fucking you stupid, fucking you so hard you were crying. Tears started to prick into your eyes already, you were moaning at nothing. You unzipped the front of your suit from your breasts down to your lower belly, hoping that would relieve some of the pressure. Of course, it didn't, but you refused to get naked for some inane reason. You needed something in you, Stephen's big thick cock in you as his big, scarred hands fondled with your tits and without even thinking you started to play with your tits under the flaps of the zipper.

Stephen was doing as well as you were. He was hungry, so fucking ravenous for you and your body. It's all his mind was on. You. Naked. In bed. Screaming as he fucked you, watching his cock appear and disappear in and out of you, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other tangled and pulling harshly on your hair. He really couldn't get naked now and bust one out at the thought of you. It's quite frankly weird and a complete invasion. That was until he heard you moan, and moan and moan. Moaning over and over. He couldn't control himself.

He pondered why this was even happening.

A ding pinged in his head. Oh shit. He knew what this was, he knew what was happening and the only way to fix it. He got up out of bed to head towards the room you were in until he walked out and found you heading to him too. You were shuddering, your suit unzipped as he could see the undersides of your tits and the outlines of your nipples. You rushed over to him, almost weeping, the proximity between you was so close if you were an inch he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself and keep his hands off of you.

'It hurts. It's s'bad Stephen. What’s happening to me?' You cried out as you hands grasped onto his shoulder blades.

‘I know sweetheart. I know,' You were about to combust at the pet name, you were so fucking aroused you were about to start sobbing.

'Hydra. Sex pollen. Read it in a book at the Sanctum.' He groaned lowly. Sex Pollen? Holy shit.

You couldn't even string two words together, you just stuffed your hand into the thighs of your widow suit and retracted it only to find your fingers glistening to with slick. Stephen stared at your hand and then at your beautiful face. He was so close to just pounce on you like an animal.

You broke the lingering silence between you both.

"Stephen please I'm begging you. Fuck me. Please. I need to feel you inside of me, cum all over me. Cum on my face, I don't care I just need your cock in me. Please.’ You pleaded, throat going dry as you ran your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He had never heard anything as vulgar, as hot and as pornographic as that. He couldn't hold back any longer as he finally wrapped his hands around your waist, you moaned at the contact.

"I can’t be gentle,’ He leaned his face at the base of your ear, ‘I'll fuck you so stupid you won't be able to get up. Is that what you want, sweetheart? Want me to make you all better?‘ He breathed hotly into your neck.

‘Yes. Now. Right now. All night.‘ You responded hastily. That was all the confirmation he needed.

He grabbed at your face harshly and started kissing you with no skill as desperation took over, all sloppy and open mouthed. Tongues exploring tongues as your lips burned against each other's, completely enthralled and drunk off of each other's presence. He hoisted you up roughly and you wrapped your legs around the small of his back, fingers grasping at his messy hair. You were both in for it now.

Instead of throwing you on the bed of your room, he delicately planted you next to the foot of the bed and started kissing and nipping down your neck to your collarbones actively travelling further down. He thought you were so malleable. Your back was arched as he quite literally was bending you while kissing down the skin that your open zipper provided. This was a change of pace to the desperation beforehand, and you finally clocked that he was. maybe just maybe…pining. Maybe he was trying to savour every moment of it. You were moaning at the mere thought but you couldn’t handle this kind of pace right now.

‘Stephen. Take it off. Get me naked, now." You sighed against his ear subsequently biting and licking at his ear lobe. He groaned into your skin as he lifted his head up to grab at the zipper flaps and peel the suit off you to expose your bare chest.

As he got the top part of your suit off, he marvelled at your tits. He couldn't help but paw at them before he could get the rest of the suit off. Stephen's large hands covered your skin but comes to support the small of your back as you were arching into him as he bit at the fat of your tits. His beard prickled at your bare skin but added just that more pleasure through your cunt.

Stephens hands wove through your hair, harshly tugging at the braid just like he had fantasized about. You spent ages on your hair, and he knew, making it all the more erotic and a slap in the face when he undid your hair just like that. Grasping and pulling at it like he was a dog with his favourite chew toy. It was pure fucking carnal need.

He quickly got impatient as he threw you on the bed by your hair, careless of where you landed. Pain tinged in Stephen's nerve endings; he was so painfully hard his cock was aching. He quickly untied his blue robes and kicked off his shoes, only his pants and boxers blocking the flesh that would impale you.

You where whining at his departure, so desperate for skin on skin contact it was shameful, but right now that was the least of your worries. He could have finished right then and there when he finally stripped you of your suit and climbed on top of you, nothing but a barely there thong covering your modesty. It was red, lacy. Sheer. Your arousal completely soaking the fabric through and through; he doubts you'll ever wear them again so he should probably take them for safekeeping. Your thighs were running with your wetness. He groaned at the sight.

‘Red?' The question was rhetorical, but you answered anyway.

‘You're Cloak….. red. Mm. Every time I see the stupid fucking colour, I think of you.' You whispered sensually at him, hoping he wouldn't freak out over your confession; see through how deeply your need for him goes.

He twists his finger of the waist band of your panties, the feather light touches edging you just that more. Stephen pauses for a brief mpment and then lets out a dry breathless chuckle, Jesus Christ it was like you were his already.

‘Oh sweetheart, you've been begging for this haven't you?' He coos as he grabs and pinches your cheeks with his thumb and index finger. With his other hand he roughly pulls the glistening panties down your smooth legs and shoves the panties into your gaping mouth.

It's not that Stephen gagged you as a notice to keep you quiet, he just wanted to see how rough you wanted him to be, and since your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you dribbled through the panties, he knew this is exactly what you craved. You were half gagging half salivating as the drool escaped the corners of your mouth. It was such a lewd display Stephen could barely contain himself. He was like a kid on Christmas morning.

'Let me eat you out sweetheart, let me taste you. I need you, so badly. So badly it hurts, just let me get this chance before I make you cry when I put my cock inside of you. Please.’ You couldn't comprehend those actual words coming out of Stephen Strange mouth, and damn was it vulgar and so damn unexpected.

Stephen Strange, begging to taste you. Wow, that’s one memory for safekeeping

His pleading blue eyes told you all you needed to know. A breathless, muffled high pitched 'mhm' greeted him at his request. You were seriously about to start crying. Tears started leak down your face as Stephen licked and sucked all the way down from the crook of your neck to your chest. God he was infatuated with your tits, it was like he was a teenager discovering porn for the first time even though he's manhandling you like a seasoned professional. That's what really got you by the grip though, the incessant manhandling, the constant push and the pull. You'd secretly fantasied he would be rough in the bedroom, but you didn't think that would become a probable reality.

He pinned your hands above your head in a tight iron like grip with his left hand as his right travelled to feel at your tits and suck on your nipples. He blew cold air on them and that made your body convulse.

"I wish I has some ropes to tie you down with, you're such a good girl when you get what you want, aren't you? Even when you don't and you're a bad girl, it still makes me want to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you.' He smirks down at you condescendingly; the prick was enjoying you in such a compromising and filthy position.

You spat out your panties, drool being left all over your lips and chin in its wake. God, Stephen had such a thing for spit, it was driving him crazy.

‘You just didn't have half the balls to fuck me how I like it.‘ Taunting him as per, your eyes raked up and down his face, mildly surprised at yourself at your gall. He froze for a moment, engulfing and analysing how perfect you looked right now, letting him take complete control of your body and being comfortable whilst doing so.

The past women he bedded don't even compare to the sparks that are flying right now, you were as insatiable, curious and as kinky as he was. It was carnal passion that was radiating off the two of you. He lowered his face down to your so your nosed grazed each other.

‘You want me to be mean to your body, is that it?’ He slapped your face with his right hand and squeezed your cheeks together again like before. You whined against his soft lips, contrasting to the. way he was treating you right now but that just made the slick between your thighs even more adamant.

‘Tell me, how long have you needed me to fuck you?* He spat into your gaping mouth, and what made it even more erotic was how close range it was. You refused to answer his question, deciding to not embarrass yourself and remain radio silent.

‘Really? Not so sweet now. Oh, what a shame, pretty baby.…I would have eaten you out to make you cum, more pleasure on your end but I guess you don't want that.‘ He smirks at you condescendingly, letting go of your face as he kicks his pants off.

"I wanna cum on your cock, don't wanna ruin this pretty face.‘ You pouted and he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at your cute remark.

You glanced down as you felt the weight of Stephen's cock slap against your stomach, leaving a sticky wet spot in its wake. You moaned desperately at the contact; Jesus Christ he was fucking huge. The vein and the pink head really caught your attention; you thought he'd be big but not this big.

You weren't sure if he would er…fit. For lack of better words.

‘Stephen! Uhh mmh. It won't fi-!’ He cut you off as his free right hand shoved the wet panties into your mouth once more, you instantly gagged accompanied with eyes as wide as saucepans. Gone were the sultry 'fuck me until I'm crying eyes', you were genuinely surprised. He had you surprised and that really perked him up. Tears started to prick at your eyes and Stephen couldn't help but think about your mouth on his cock. I mean he did make a sneaky comment about it earlier and he knew that halted you in your tracks, but the way your kisses were all sloppy and wet had him wonder if your lips would be as sloppy and wet going down…on him. Again, him and spit, it was a weird relationship.

‘You can take it.' He stated lowly. It was kind of menacing and it turned you on even more. He let go of your hands as he felt the wetness run down your thighs with his finger. He looked at you dead in the eye as he put his fingers in his mouth and hummed in serene bliss. God, you tasted so sweet, like candy. He literally was a kid in a candy store.

Without warning or hesitation, he guided his cock through your soaked folds and slapped your clit. You groaned against the fabric as the tears began again. Stephen rammed his thick cock inside of you and didn't let you adjust, watching your body travel further and further up the bed until the headboard was banging against the wall, he was watching in complete awe as his cock was pumping in you. You felt him pulse inside of you and a scream erupted in your throat. Just like he imagined, he was experiencing first hand his cock disappearing and appearing inside of you, and then to top it all of his hands reached for your hair and throat. You were both panting, bodies colliding in pure lustful need, sweat sliding off of the two of you in such an effortless frenzy.

‘Such a sweet pussy on such a filthy girl.' He remarked and that just sent you into overdrive. He took the panties out of your mouth to hear the sweet noises you made in real time. A gasp escaped your pretty mouth. Your nails were scraping against the large expanse of his back, digging crescents as he moaned into your mouth to savour such sweetness. Your tongue met together in a tangled wet kiss, all opened mouthed and breathless and you were sure that was the best kiss you've ever experienced…until he tugged and bit at your bottom lip, so hard you thought it could draw blood. It was so goddamn sensual, something so…needy, carnal, animalistic. You felt so desired.

Still ramming inside of you at an ungodly and deep level, his attention went down to your neck as he suckled the soft unmarked skin. He literally felt like a teenager giving a crush a hickey for the first time. Again, you bit his earlobe and that just drives him insane to the point where he felt himself twitch inside of you.

"Cum in me Stephen. I need to feel you cum in me.* You breathed against his skin and that just finished him off. As he came so did you, warm liquid meeting and spilling inside and outside of you. It was truly the most fulfilling orgasm that both of you have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

‘You're mine.‘ He gritted through clenched teeth. He rolled beside you as you were both panting to try and regain your breath and the air felt normal again, it wasn't as thick as before. Your minds weren't as scrambled, everything felt fulfilled and relaxed.

Your hair was a wild mess and strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, but his grey streaks remained perfectly intact. Everything was unconventionally picturesque, but there was still this unanswered question lingering in the air. Silence cut through you for a moment.

‘Wish you gave me beard burn.‘ You broke the silence with a tongue in cheek remark. You really were dirty at the best and worst of times.

He snickered as you both got comfortable on top of the covers, you slinging your leg around his body and him propping his head up with his hand. You both spent a moment just gazing at each other in post coital realization that this happened. He traced little shapes with the tips of his fingertips on your thighs, as you clamped your pearly teeth onto your bottom lip.

'Not as geometric as Tony's?"

‘Wish you stuffed my throat with your cock too.’ Again, you stunted him with another vulgar comment, reminiscing about earlier today and that one little sentence that had you guessing. You let out a cute little giggle which he found adorable, angelic. You were glowing, you were an angel in his eyes. Stephen is the only one that can truly handle you and your ever immortal and incessant stubborn disposition.

‘I didn't wanna ruin your pretty face, but I think you would've liked that too much.‘ He raised a knowing eyebrow as he got lost in your bright eyes, this after sex haze was really doing something new to his head, more than the actual sex pollen. He's really coming to terms with things between you.

You were both gawking at each other again, you raised your fingers to trace the outline of his jawline and his illegally defining cheekbones.

'Is this real?" You sighed.

"My face?'

'No, you idiot,' you half smiled.

Silence fell upon you both again. It was comfortable though.

'Is this just a reaction to some dumb ass sex pollen? Or are you as enamoured by me as I am with you?’ He was stunned; enamoured? He had you enamoured, this is better than anything he could ever conjure in that big photographic brain of his. But mostly what stunted him is that everything he's been feeling for you is confirmed to be mutual.

‘You just go a million miles a second. And you're everything I want. I need you and I feel like I have this instinct to protect you but I’m a foolish man,' He took a shaky breath, 'I've feel as though always been yours, but I've been blinded by my ego. Well, that's what I think.'

"I think you hit the nail on the head with that one Doctor.‘ You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear bashfully. A blush dusted the apples of your cheeks in response.

‘The Avengers are gonna have a field day with this one.‘ You added knowingly, already wincing at their prolonged reaction.

"Hail Hydra', those idiots did something right for once, making us fuck to clarify what we actually are to each other. There's a certain poetry to that, don't you think?’ He cradled your face with one hand and brushed some loose strands out of the way.

‘Truly enchanting. In our post coital daze, is it also appropriate to admit I had a wet dream about youand that is quite literally why I started hating you?’ You admitted, as the embarrassment of the scene wore away now you two have fucked everything away.

He was gobsmacked. The shit eating grin could have split his face in half. Oh, you little bitch. This was too perfect.

'Fuck..' He groaned, mirroring exactly how he felt when he came inside of your sweet pussy just a few moments earlier.

'_Cause you were too.... good. I mean you're allowed to be as cocky as you are Strange. I've never came that fast and that hard before in my life. You really earned that gold sticker alongside that doctorate.’

"I won't let it get to my head I promise...but I may have some shocking news also. I also had a dream where you tied me up and rode me, and you wouldn't let me touch you. Think that's where my annoyance with you started.' The admission startled you, put a stick through your wheels. Jesus Christ it was like you were made for each other.

You shifted yourself so you were climbing and straddled on his lap. His hands rested on the sides of your ass instinctively.

‘Touch all you want.' You whispered in his ear.

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damn

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Congratulations on the many follows bae you deserve it and more!! Could i request a spicy ari w lots of sucking (im thinkin tongue sucking, neck sucking, cock sucking, and anything else that is worthy to suck of mr ari) 🤭 im so ready for this garden partyyyy

AAAAAHHH SKSDKSDS IM OBSESSED WITH THIS

LISTEN I have thought of nothing but slobbering down this mans meat since seeing this picture.

GOD this is gonna be messy, I'm so fucking sorry

Also, I assume this is for Trucker Ari (loml) so we're gonna write him like that hehehe

This is a drabble for my 500 Followers Celebration! Come join me!

Warning: filth, smutty goodness, sucking on all parts of beefy trucker ari, oral (m receiving), marking, ball worshipping 🥴🥴

Ari groans deeply when your lips latch onto his neck, tongue darting out to wet the sensitive skin. You're straddling his lap, fingers tangled in his long locks while you grind down on the hardness growing between you.

His hands are gripping your hips so tight, you're sure there will be bruises in the morning.

You move your lips over his soft skin, sucking onto it tightly to ensure you leave your mark. You want him covered in them, want the purple bruises littering his sunkissed skin. It'll look so pretty.

Your lips wander over his neck, tongue darting out to play with his adam's apple that bobs as he swallows, and he lets out a small whimper when you gently suckle on it.

His hands slide up your back, into your hair, fingers gripping it before he tugs your head backwards to make you look up at him. Your eyes meet his in a haze, lips parted as you pant with desire. His are the same; the cerulean blue completely swallowed out by his pupils, lips parted as he lets out a breathy moan.

The air is thick and heedy inside the small confined space, the sheets crumbled in the corner because neither of you need anything else covering you. You're completely bare in his lap, and so is he under you. You love how warm he feels, how comforting it is to be naked with him, nothing barred between the two of you.

Ari tugs you closer, his lips finding yours in a frenzied kiss, and you keen against his chest, fingers gripping his hair tightly as you tilt his head back to kiss him deeper. Your lips move over his before the need blooms again, that need to latch yourself onto him and never let go.

He growls when you suck on his tongue, grinding you down on his lap, a grunt leaving his lips when you let go and bite down on his bottom lip. You can't stop yourself, your mind is hazy with desire and every part of him is making you hot and flustered. Your lips latch on to his plump bottom one, sucking on it just like you did his neck. You don't know if it's possible to leave a mark on his lips, but if it is, you want it. This lip is yours and everyone needs to know that.

Ari's hands wander, down your shoulder blades to your waist, and then further down to grope your ass. His fingers squeeze the soft flesh, rolling you into him and bringing a whimper out of you.

You part from his lips, albeit reluctantly, trailing your way down his neck again. You can hear his heavy pants and moans filling the room, a bead of sweat trailing down the slope of his neck. You trail it with your tongue, humming at the salty taste before you make your way down to his chest.

Your lips stay attached to his skin as you crawl out of his lap, sitting on your knees in front of him. Your tongue dashes over one nipple, teeth nipping at it before you can stop yourself, making him jolt in surprise. Your hands grip his shoulders, holding him steady as your tongue works over his pecks, your lips sucking onto the soft muscle instinctively.

You can't get enough of how soft yet firm it feels against your lips, how easy it is to suck his skin between your teeth. You bite down gently, earning you another groan, before you trail your way down to his narrow waist, abs flexing at your filthy touches.

His thighs spread when you reach the object you desire, long, hard and throbbing against his stomach. You lick your lips when you spot the bead of precum leaking out of the tip, sticking your tongue out of your mouth before you lewdly trail it up his length. The salty taste makes you ecstatic, immediately your lips wrap around the fat mushroom head of his cock, tongue toying with the slit as you suckle on it needily.

"Fuckin' hell sugar," Ari groans, his hands again tangling in your hair as you moan, sucking greedily on the tip of his cock, "Such a needy fuckin' baby for me, aren't ya? Go on, show daddy how much you need his cock."

You whimper, sinking down on his length and bobbing a few times to get it wet and messy, and then you move back, fisting your hand around his girth. You tug slowly as your lips trail further down, eyes trained on his balls and how good they look.

You've never been into balls that much, but something about Ari's gets you all worked up. You mouth at them for a moment before sucking them into your mouth, tongue working over the skin, a moan spilling out at how hot and heavy they feel.

Ari moans wantonly, his eyes fluttering at how your hand works his length while your mouth suck on and toy with his balls.

"Jesus fuckin' christ, you're gonna be the death of me, aren't ya honey?"

Thank you for the request honey!!! I loved writing this OH LORD

I hope you liked it! 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

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notquitejiraiya · 3 months

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Hello. I got up to date with your Grandmaster story and I want to say how much I like your smut scenes. There are more smuts than I expected but they do feel rewarding not overwhelming. It is like it is part of them and normal which is nice and I appreciate it. I hope it is not strange to ask but what books do you take inspiration for those type of scenes from?

Well, hello there, Anon! Thank you very much! Im glad to hear you’ve enjoyed GM so far, that you enjoyed those scenes, and that they’re not overwhelming 🤩

It means a great deal to hear this. It was really important to me that while yeah, sex is definitely a driving factor of the story and is important, it’s not a big deal as such and comes across as ‘normal’ as you say. Just a part of life for them. So thank you very much!

As for inspiration, it’s not weird at all! I am always happy to recommend things I love. However, I have to disappoint a bit here and say I read very little romance at all, and never smutty “books” in the published sense. Sex scenes in the books I read are usually short, quite mechanical and/or told without great feeling, and are portrayed either as a regular part of the day or as a background activity for something else going on conversation- or thought-wise.

Maybe a bit of the latter bleeds over in my writing, but mostly when I write those scenes, inspiration mostly comes from elsewhere; movie/tv scenes, known/personal life experiences, etc. The only written works that I can say inspired GM in this way were fics by an author called Laurie on ao3, specifically a fic called Minor Human Discomforts (and also this one which uses the phrase “wiry limbs” which made me die laughing and permanently shifted my perspective on descriptions of “sexy” things from being default “sexy” and to just being real and objective). That is unlikely to appeal to most Naruto folks, but since you asked, I will share 😅

Apologies not to better answer your question but I am so happy and grateful to hear your thoughts, and I hope you have a wonderful day ♥️

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introverted-scribblings · 2 years

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Through The Screen || (BEN Drowned)

So this was a thought I had and now it's here... @smutty-ki113r I blame you for this.

I actually have no idea how this turned out so... I hope you enjoy?

Warnings: NSFW, GN(afab)!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, minors-dni. (wc: 867)

He was only planning to scare you a little. A joke between the two of you due to that day’s earlier conversation. He was just going to mess with your laptop a bit, he certainly wasn’t expecting to see this through your screen. Your flushed and flustered expression, lips parted as your breath comes out in gasps, eyes lidded as you keep them glued to the screen. Your fingers slowly rubbing circles over your clothed heat as you watch the intimate actions playing on your laptop.

BEN couldn’t look away.

He swallowed thickly. He shouldn’t be watching this, he should respect your privacy. He should disconnect from your device and pretend this never happened. And he’s going to! Right… now… Yet he couldn’t tear himself away from you. In all his wildest fantasies, nothing could compare to the real thing. Seeing you like this… You’re more beautiful than he could ever imagine.

A whimper left you, then a moan as you pushed your fingers harder against your clit. You bite down on your lip and whine, watching as the man on screen licked and sucked at the woman’s folds. You stop, sitting up straight enough to pull your shirt off and tug your underwear down to your ankles, kicking the pair onto the floor.

You pause the video and stand up, walking out of BEN’s field of view for a moment. He could hear shuffling in the background. Now he should stop, he should disconnect and- but then you were back and he was once again enraptured by you. There was a lusty haze in your eyes that made him shiver. He wanted you to look at him that way…

The video was started up again, your fingers resuming their teasing on your now uncovered clit. Your other hand trailing up and down your chest as your eyes were locked to the screen once more. Completely and blissfully unaware that you were being watched.

BEN felt his chest tighten as he watched your fingers dip into your folds, coated in slick. Whining as you curl them inside yourself, desperate to fulfill the ache that consumed you. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to be the one to please you and push you over the edge of euphoria. He couldn’t help wanting to join you in your pleasure, even if you didn’t know it. Kicking off his own pants, he palmed himself through his boxers. Damn how he wished it was your hand…

You let out another whine as you watch the actors on screen. You reach on hand towards the object you had gotten earlier, your favorite toy, and begin to rub it along your slit. You wanted it so bad…

BEN’s breathing was heavy and hot, unable to turn his attention anywhere else but you as his hand ran over his cock. His thumb running over the head and smearing precum down the shaft. A soft groan left his throat at the thought of you, legs spread for him.

“Please…~” You whisper, the head of your toy just barely pushing into you. “Please, BEN…~” You gasp, pushing the toy in further.

He nearly chokes on air as his dick twitches in his hand. Did he really hear that? Was that his name you were gasping?

You call out his name with a lewd moan as you begin to thrust the toy into you. Your vision blurry with lust, your mind was running wild as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut. You longed for his touch, you wanted to feel his hands on your body, his lips against yours. You wanted his cock to fill you to the brim instead of the damn toy.

BEN couldn’t believe what was happening. He wouldn’t believe it, yet he was seeing it unfold before him with his own eyes. You were thinking of him, you were getting off at the thought of him. He cursed under his breath as he fucked his hand, wanting nothing more than to replace that stupid toy you were using and fuck you into your mattress. He watched as your thrusting picked up speed, he matched your motions.

You were so close, you just needed a little more! Your other hand found its way to your clit once more, abusing the little pearl as you thrust the toy deep inside you. Your hips thrust upward as the orgasm hit you like a brick. You keened out BEN’s name, letting it escape you like a mantra as your muscles twitched and your vision went white. Eventually, your body settled and fell lax. Your breathing heavy, you pull the toy from you and set it to the side.

BEN watched as you lay there, briefly glancing down at the mess he made and grimacing before grabbing for some tissues to clean up. That beautiful show you put on… that would be burned into his mind until the end of time. With one last glance at your tired form, he disconnected from your laptop. Sitting back in his chair, a small smirk crossed his face. Next time he wouldn’t be watching… next time he’ll be right there with you.

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quindolyn · 3 years

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hi hi i have a req- remus and/or sirius where the reader has like bigger boobs w like stretch marks and stuff (bc theyre natural!!) and shes insecure ab them so the boy(s) make her feel better

Stripes || Wolfstar

A/N: I am not particularly fond of this piece all that much but it is what it is. I tried not to mention breast size too much because I know not everyone has big tits and I want as many people as possible to resonate with my work. Tits of all shapes and sizes can have stretch marks, they are completely natural and beautiful.

Warnings: smoking, it's not too too smutty I'd call it more fluffy smut, tit sucking, mentions of love bites, all acts are consensual and there is an established safe word

Word Count: 1,928

“We could go again,” Sirius offers as he lights his cigarette, leaning up against the headboard, guiding the fag to his lips he inhales deeply and you can’t help but be mesmerized as you watch his lips wrap around it.

Pink and soft, they're swollen from the night's previous activities, thinking about how they got that way sends a shiver down your spine, do yours look the same? Exhaling, you watch the smoke curl out his nose before dissipating into the air.

“Don’t know Pads, you think you could get it up again?” Remus stretches to reach his wand on the bedside table quickly and silently spelling you all clean.

Grey eyes flash with annoyance as he lifts the cigarette back up to his lips, though you must’ve watched him smoke hundreds of times you still can’t manage to tear your eyes away.

Maybe it's the way his fingers manipulate the small object as he plays with it absentmindedly that draws you in, the joints and muscles in his hand shifting under pale skin which looks almost as soft as it actually is.

Every now and again he’ll catch you staring at him, like now for example. His eyes flicker downwards finding your optics already fixed on him, “You want a hit Princess?” He raises his eyebrow, gesturing with the hand holding the smoke.

You nod your head, it’s not every day you’re included in their little smoke breaks post coitus, “Please.”

“Please,” Sirius mocks you as he leans down to hold the cigarette to your lips. You barely have the chance to taste the tobacco before it's being pulled away, this time to your right where Remus takes his time enjoying his smoke.

You can’t help but whine as it departs your lips and you’re met by the shit eating grin on Sirius’ face, clearly taking pleasure in teasing you so mercilessly.

“No whining Princess, smoking isn’t good for pretty girls is it?” Letting his hand cup the side of your face his thumb runs along the soft cushion of your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to tease you.

In your peripheral vision you catch the cig being handed over your head, exchanging between the two boys as you nod your head once more.

“Good girl,” He coos, before taking another hit.

As the smoke leaves his nostrils he’s dipping down to find your lips. He tastes of smoke and something about it coming from his lips makes it all the more sweet, it’s probably better than the real thing.

It’s intensified as his tongue delves into your mouth, you can practically feel the smoke in your lungs, you’ve never been a match for him and simply let your tongue be manipulated by his before he pulls back, connecting the two of you with a strand of saliva that when it breaks falls onto the side of your face.

“Messy girl,” He murmurs, smug smirk on his lips, as he wipes away the mess, in reality his efforts only work to smear the spit on your cheek rather than clean it up.

“So what do you think baby?” Remus asks, sitting up and pulling you with him so you’re both upright, “You wanna try and go again?”

“I don’t know Rem, you think Siri can get it back up or is my wrist gonna cramp trying to get him hard?”

“You two are cruel,” No matter how hard he tries to hide it you can see the slight smile pulling upwards at his lips, “You’re even hiding your titties from me, mean.”

He gestures towards your chest, he’s right, you’d subconsciously clutched the sheet to your chest, crossing your arms to keep it in place and your breasts covered.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as the realization dawns upon you, it wasn’t that you were intentionally guarding them from either boy but you realize that that is how it looks.

“No it's not that Siri I just, I usually keep them covered. They’re… they’re… “ You stumble over your words, only increasing your embarrassment.

“They’re what puppy?” Remus asks, lightly brushing your hair behind your ear so that he has access to your temple, smearing his lips across the soft skin.

“I don’t know,” As you grow shy your voice drops to a mere mumble, “They’ve got all sorts of marks on them.”

This proves worrisome enough for Sirius to set down his fag, letting it sit in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“You mean stretch marks Princess?”

You try your best not to cringe at those words, stretch marks. It's not a dirty word, somewhere inside you, you know that but that has never stopped you from being insecure by them. Deliberately choosing tops that side the ones that sprout from the tops, near your under arm before traveling down the curvature of your tit. Making sure your lingerie always has some sort of extra covering where they’re most visible.

You feel Remus’ hold on you tighten from behind at your pained silence, it's telling enough.

“Just don’t like them.”

Your words have Sirius climbing closer to you, throwing your legs around his hips so the two of you can sit face to face while Remus holds you from behind.

“May we see them, Puppy?” Remus’ elegant fingertips dance along the top of the sheet which resides just a few inches below your collarbone. You shiver at his dainty touch, his fingers are light as feathers, slowly coaxing you into trusting them with this.

“It’s okay,” Sirius’ hand delicately grasps your knee over the soft sheet, “Wanna see our pretty girls but it's alright if you need a moment puppy.”

“No, s’okay.”

Sirius gives you a small smile that only grows as you drop the sheet, letting it pool at your waist.

He spares you a glance before slowly extending his arm, giving you time to tell him to stop or pull the sheet back up, and even though you want to do both those things and more you love Siri. You love Rem. And you know that they’ll be gentle and patient with you.

So instead you steel yourself for his touch relaxing as you feel Remus’ sizable hands wrap around your waist, resting on your tummy.

Your shoulders bunch back up as the tips of Sirius’ fingers, nails having been painted black just a few hours ago. His touch is steady as he finds a particularly predominant mark tracing along the curve of your tit.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous (Y/N), can’t believe I get to touch you.”

“You’re silly Siri.”

“Not silly, you’re just fucking breathtaking. You got the nicest tits.”

“Just all marked up,” You shrug your shoulders, Remus takes the opportunity to smooth his chapped lips along your joint.

“No,” Remus contradicts, “They’re marked up when we sink our teeth into them and leave pretty bruises all over them,” His hands travel from your waist to explore your tit before stopping on the top of your left one where he remembers having sucked rather fervently just an hour before, “Like right here.”

His pressing down on the flesh pulls a squeak from you as a shock of pain shoots up your spine, leaving your body tingly and the specific spot where his fingers rest pulsing.

“These,” He continues, dragging his fingers over the small indents in your skin, “Are your stripes.”

Sirius leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth as his hands go to support the weight of your breast. The angle’s a bit awkward but it seems to do little, if anything, to discourage him.

Gently capturing your nipple with his teeth he sucks harder, nuzzling at your chest as he does so. The pleasure that you derive from such a simple act has your head falling back onto the solidity of Remus’ shoulder, pulling whimpers from your throat as you jutt your chest out.

“So fucking good,” Sirius growls as he regretably lets go of your titty, “Pretty nipples,” He accentuates his point by twisting them each between his fingers, “Pretty stripes.”

Leaning down he drags his tongue along one of your stretch marks, beginning in the valley between your breasts before extending upwards.

“They’re completely natural, Puppy,” Remus’ voice is subdued as he runs his hands up and down your waist, “Lots of people have them on their tits, Siri and I have them in other places too.”

“S different on you , Remmy,” You try to explain, “You two are perfect.”

“Does it bother you when we see them during sex baby?” He asks with genuine curiosity in his voice, the thought of making you uncomfortable when you’re so open and vulnerable leaving his stomach twisting.

“Not always, no,” He remains silent, urging you to continue, “You make me feel beautiful Rem, both of you, I just can’t help but not like them, don’t like the way they look, or the way they feel.”

You hear him suck in a deep breath and you can practically hear the gears in his mind turning as he contemplates just what to say.

His hands move to hold both sides of your face in his palms as his forehead falls to rest against yours.

“Let us show you how beautiful your tits are, will you let us do that?”

“You don’t have to-”

Sirius cuts you off, releasing your tit from his mouth, “We want to (Y/N), let us,” He dips his head back down, delicately kissing the top of one of your breasts, “Please.”

He murmurs the simple, one syllable, word against your skin, the sensation sending shivers through your body. He rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers, it's nearly enough to have you mewling as you kneel at his feet. Maybe another time.

Before you can register what’s happening, strong hands are softly pushing you back so that you’re laying down on the bed.

You feel the steady weight of your breasts bouncing on your chest before they’re being grasped by hands that just by touch you recognize as Remus’. His thumbs run along the insides of your breasts where more faded lines reside, creating swirling patterns that Remus seems to thoroughly enjoy.

“You know why you got these right?” Sirius questions, raising his brow.

You shake your head.

“Because you got big fucking tits Princess, look at them!” Smoothly he replaces Remus’ hands with his own, letting their weight settle in his hands, “Bigger than my hands, bigger than Rem’s, they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He drops onto his bum as he reaches over you to pick up his fag, raising it to his lips as his eyes fixate on your bare tits, a wicked smirk on his lips. Instead of feeling uncomfortable under his eyes the feeling is something equivalent to the sun’s rays shining on you, warming you all the way down to your core.

You can’t help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, the absolution with which he speaks pulling at your heart strings. How did you get so lucky as to deserve his love? Though he’s not as chatty you know Remus believes every word out of Sirius’ mouth, tenderly he takes your hand in his, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while your two hands rest in his lap.

“It’s just hard to believe you guys sometimes, m’your girlfriend, you gotta be nice to me.”

Gently Remus guides your hand to his crotch, you’re met by his aching cock which you’re just now realizing is standing fully erect, aching, weeping red tip smearing precum against his lean belly.

“Believe us now?”

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