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miirohs · 22 days

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cariño [c.s.z]

pairing: Mob Boss!Carlos Sainz x GN!Reader wc: 1.3k cw: blood, implied off screen violence an: i cannot write hurt/comfort, forgive me for this raw ahh fic... i actually did most of the spanish in here myself though my spanish sucks for someone whos been learning for two years. also this better do well or im actually going to ragequit (not).

“Carlos?” You sat up, eyes heavy as you turned your head in the direction of the bathroom.

There was a crack in the bathroom door, a sliver of light faintly illuminating the room. You could hear him clunking around inside, soft groans of pain reverberating around the room. He’d been in there for god knows how long, leaving you restless as you waited for him to somehow come back.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you tiptoed across the room, pushing the bathroom door open quietly.

A mess was all that greeted you.

You grimaced at the smell of iron staining the air, slightly pushing the gun that sat right at your feet. Various articles of clothing had been discarded all over the floor, a trail of blood stained the floors and the granite countertops.

Your eyes followed it to the bathtub, where you saw Carlos laying. His breathing was shallow, head tipped back against the edge of the bathtub, exposing the cuts all over the visible upper half of his body.

He wore nothing but a white undershirt, pants seemingly still on as they weren’t among the pile of clothes you’d seen earlier. Hearing you shuffled seemed to wake him from his dazed state, head turning in your direction. You froze.

The low lights seemed to cast a shadow over his eyes, barely hiding his bloodshot eyes, full of frustration and irritation as he stared at you.

“Creí haberte dicho que no me molestaras (I thought I told you not to bother me)…” He trailed off, annoyed expression on his face softening into something less harsh at the sight of you, “…Y/n. Is something wrong?”

“What happened?” You murmured softly as you approached him, causing him to try to sit up in the tub as.

“Nothing cariño, please go back to bed, I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep.” He groaned, offering you a faint smile as if to comfort you. In all honesty, it made you all the more unsettled at his disheveled appearance, like an itch you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of.

“Carlos, who’s blood is this?” The question made the smile drop off his face, a closed off expression taking its place as you got closer to him.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” He snapped suddenly, glaring at you as if daring you to take another step closer. “No más de esto, déjalo cariño (no more of this, let it go sweetheart).”

You didn’t listen to him, gently sitting yourself down next to the tub. The cold was a sharp contrast to the heat in your legs.

Looking over, his hand was covering his waist, teeth gritted in pain as you reached down to move his hand.

Pausing, you looked to him for confirmation and he nodded, despite his former reservation about you seeing him in that state.

Gingerly, you lifted his hand off, eyes widened at the sight of blood soaked in his shirt.

“Te lo dije (I told you),” He retorted with a frown, “I told you so, I didn’t want you seeing all of this.”

“Could you roll it up so I could at least see what's wrong?” You fretted, fingers lightly running up and down the ribbed material of his undershirt.

Exasperated, he obliged, pulling the material that seemed to stick to his skin.

“What the fuck happened…” You trailed off, breathing becoming uneven as you scanned the expanse of his wound, cutting through his skin and exposing the flesh. His ribs were bruised up, various other cuts around the area of the wound.

Worst of all, the coppery smell seem to burn your throat, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight.

“Breath, mí felicidad,” He groaned, bringing up his hand to your own and caressing your knuckles, “I’ve had worse happen to me, and you panicking will not make things easier.”

“But we should call the doctor-”

“We can’t,” He insisted, straining as he sat up to look at you, “You need to do it. There should be a first aid kit in the cabinets, can you get it?” Even as he was bleeding out there in the tub, he had such an intense gaze, mixed with some form of adoration as he watched you.

Reluctantly you got up, opening up the cabinets to shuffle through the boxes, hands eventually hitting something in the back. You pulled out a big black box, and he nodded as confirmation that it was indeed the right box.

You were shaking slightly as you set it down next to you, opening up the box. There were various supplies such as painkillers, bandaids, gauze, even sterilized materials resting at the bottom in their packets.

You shakily cleaned your hands, pulling out everything you could need before putting on the gloves you had found sifting through the box.

“What- what do i do now Carlitos?” You whimpered, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat as you pulled the antiseptic out.

He grimaced at the sight, but nonetheless shook his head, moving so he could show the wound to you.

“It stopped bleeding a while ago, so it needs to be cleaned so that it doesn’t get infected, then we can think about stitches.”

The thought made your stomach churn but you pushed aside the nausea, gently dipping a cotton ball in antiseptic and bringing it to his wound. He hissed as you wiped away the dirt and sweat, his jaw clenched tightly, but he didn’t protest.

At some point during the whole process, his hand had reached up to you, running up and down your arm rather gently for someone having a needle stuck in them. You could hear him wincing softly, licking his lips as you pulled the needle through his skin another time.

His grip on your arm tightened a couple times, but not to the point of making you uncomfortable, more as a way of telling you it hurt even if he put on a stoic expression.

The final stitch was made, and you could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you wrapped the gauze around his waist.

Done," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "You'll be okay now?"

“Sí, gracias mí amor (yes, thank you my love),” He murmured, offering you a kiss on the forehead as he hauled himself out of the toilet, seating you down on the lid as he limped to the sink. You sat in silence as he wiped the blood off himself, watching as he grimaced at the bruises and various other cuts.

The gravity of the situation was still fresh on your mind, a sense of unease as you watched him lean over the sink.

“What happened tonight…?” You stopped, noticing how he had tensed up once again. You had touched a sore spot, obviously one fresh in his mind. “If you don’t want to answer-”

“Some fucker brought a knife and tried to sabatoge me during the meeting, but I made sure to personally take care of him before I left the room. I couldn’t say the others were very happy with me, I think they were just unhappy it wasn’t me who dropped dead this time.” He chuckled incredulously, heart dropping to your stomach as the implications of what could have happened floated through your head.

He must have noticed your reaction, because his simpered smirk slowly turned into a look of realization about what his words must’ve meant.

“Ay cariño, i didn’t mean to worry you like that,” He cooed, reaching over to pull the hair out of your face, “I love you. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“Venga, dímelo (come on, tell me) cariño.”

“I do trust you,” You repeated to him, looking into his eyes as he broke into a faint smile, “just promise me you won’t come home like this, don’t die on me.”

He stroked your hair, bringing you closer to him. “And I will, mí amor, I will.”

You didn’t have to know of the things he did to others, the things he’d done just to come home to you. All that was important, at the end of the day, was that he’d always come back to you.

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tofuxtea · 11 months

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𝟑:𝟓𝟗 𝐚.𝐦. | 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — hobie brown x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, smoking (weed ofc), that thing where u blow smoke into someones mouth (RAAAHHH) high sex, bit o’ grinding, hobie lowkey gotta praise kink, lots of making out, unprotected piv sex, reader calls hobie “bee”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — okay this was meant to be like half of what it is, like this shit wasnt even meant to have dialogue or nothing, but im literally so happy w how this came out. me literally rising from the dead to post a hobie smut and then dying again i am sorry.

i feel like high sex with hobie would be so fucking intimate like… oh my god. listen.

what starts out as a casual smoke sesh in his flat, both of you sprawled out on his bed talking about any and everything, turns into him yanking you into his lap with a smirk on his lips as he blows the bitter smoke into your mouth. he rests his hand on the back of your thigh, the nearly finished joint loosely in between his fingers as his thumb rubs circles into your skin.

he lets you take one more hit, feeling his breathing slow significantly while he watches you, though he’s not sure if it’s because of the weed or because of the way you let your head fall back to blow the smoke past your lips, perfectly exposing the expanse of your neck and jaw.

you offer hobie the joint again and he takes it, but he smashes it right into his ashtray, his hooded eyes stuck on you as he pulls you down to capture you in a slow, sensual kiss. his lips are soft and warm, contrasting his cool lip ring, and you can both taste the pungent, earthy taste of bud on each other’s tongues but neither of you care. “fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips before gently tilting your head back, mouth needily latching onto your neck.

your eyes flutter shut, a sigh mingling with a soft moan. his other hand rests protectively on your bare waist, slipped underneath your band tee, traveling up towards your breasts. he sucks deep bruises into the skin of your neck and collarbones, relishing in each drawn out moan you let out whenever he runs his tongue over them when he’s done.

he’s already painfully hard in his pants, and you can feel it through the thin fabric of your tiny shorts. you drop your weight down into his lap, rolling your hips so fucking slowly against him. hobie groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers digging gently into your skin. a wordless plea for more. “just like that, yeah.”

you grasp the sides of his face and press your mouth to his, tongues dancing messily as you comply, grinding against his clothed dick, desperate for friction. hobie grabs your hip and starts guiding you into a rhythm, one that’s steady but quick. he’s muttering curses into your mouth each time you moan and your thighs tense against his.

it’s too much and not enough at the same fucking time. he’s grasping at your shirt, quickly peeling it over your head and tossing it onto his messy floor. his eyes rake down your body, glinting with something dangerous before he’s back on your lips, then your neck, his craving for you insatiable.

“fuck, bee,” you whine as you reach in between your bodies, sloppily circling your clit through your shorts. “need you so fuckin’ bad, please.” mindlessly, you beg him, grasping his shoulders to try to tear him away from your throat. “i need to come, please.”

he hums against your neck, the noise a deep rumble in his throat that buzzes against your skin. his hand goes to your back and swiftly lies you down, his arms caging you against the comforter. “oh, you will, love.” he peppers kisses to your ribs, lowering down to your stomach before his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties. you lift your hips off of the bed to help him peel them off of you, then you watch him discard his pants and boxers, hobie smirking when he notices the subtle quickening of the rise and fall of your chest.

he loops his arms beneath your knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed, pressing his hands into the comforter at your sides. you meet his eyes one final time, the amorous flame dying only for a second in a moment of confirmation. he leans into you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he pushes into you.

your hand hooks onto the back of his beck as you let out a shuddering cry. “feels good?” he asks, and there’s a taunting bounce to his tone that makes you want to roll your eyes. but all you can do is nod and hook your ankles together behind his back, a meek attempt to pull him closer. he chuckles, shaking his head. “needy little thing, aren’t ya?”

his rhythm starts out painfully slow, making sure you can feel the drag of each thrust against your sensitive walls. he watches intently the way your eyebrows furrow as your head falls back and how your reddened lips part with each moan each time his tip hits that spongy sweet spot inside of you. his lips find your chest, sucking more deep purple marks into your skin.

“faster, please.” you whined, barely coherent from the already overwhelming stimulation. your palm grazed over the side of his face when he pulled back for a second. he hiked your legs over his shoulders and inched your ass off of the bed, just enough to give him a new angle to fuck you in, before answering your pleas.

he picked up the pace only slightly, but the new angle allowed him better access to your sweet spot. he may as well have been fucking you into the bed. you cried out, hand flying up to muffle your mouth. tears pricked at your eyes. your nerves were working on overdrive, body writhing underneath him.

“that’s it, love. you feel so fuckin’ good.” he coaxed into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss right behind your jaw as he slipped his hand between your bodies, lazily circling your clit. you moaned at the praise and stimulation and your cunt reacted, squeezing around his cock. hobie groaned into your neck, pace faltering just a bit. “just like that, sweetheart.”

“bee, ‘m so close,” your arms latched around his neck, his wrapping around your waist as he fucked you slow and deep.

your cunt pulsed around him and your moans became more and more frequent as you came, hobie barely able to hold out for you to ride out your orgasm before releasing inside of you. he came with a soft groan and a whisper of your name on his tongue.

before you could take a moment to fully calm down and regulate your breathing, you pulled him down into another kiss. it was slow and messy, tongues and saliva meddling together, the taste of weed still boldly present in your mouths. hobie smirked against your lips and gently smoothed your hair back.

“whad’ya say we light another one n’ go another round, hm?”

#astv hobie #hobie x you #hobie smut #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spider punk #spiderpunk #smut #spiderverse smut #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you

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kvtie444 · 3 months

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˚｡⋆ SAY IT

a/n: this song and luv r on Chris's private playlist and im not over it.

warnings: NSFW, sex, oral, fingering, degrading, dom! chris, drinking, drugs

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I glance down at my drink, the ripples dancing to the beat of the heavy bass coming from the speakers near the back doors. My friends dragged me to this LA party, and as we stand by the pool, I spot a few influencers mingling around. Shifting my attention back to my friends, I smooth out my mini dress, just catching up and enjoying the conversation.

"He's such a fuckboy, I can bet you money he's gotten with at least half the girls here," my friend remarks, chuckling. I smile to myself before glancing over at the commotion. Drunk guys were playfully shoving each other into the pool, eliciting squeals from some girls who got splashed. The scene was chaotic, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity and the lack of people I actually knew here. I needed space.

"Yeah, he lied about a bunch of other shit too," one of my friends mentions, pulling me back from my thoughts. I zone out again, returning to people-watching until a familiar face catches my eye. Christopher Sturniolo. Obviously I knew who he was, even though he didn't follow me back on socials. Instead, he followed my friend, always liking her stories whenever I appeared in them.

As if feeling my gaze, he pivots away from his brothers, his icy blue eyes locking onto mine. My heart drops to my stomach as his gaze trails over my body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, as if he's just now realizing who I am. He runs his hand over his mouth briefly before lifting his red solo cup to his lips, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine. I bite my lip nervously, feeling the tension thickening between us, before finally tearing my gaze away, breaking the connection first.

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, accompanied by the pounding of my heart against my ribs. With shaky hands, I take a final swig of my drink, the lingering taste of Hennessy and Coke swirling on my tongue. I try to calm myself down, reminding myself to relax. Why was I letting everything get to me like this? I needed to chill and just enjoy the party.

"I'm gonna go get another drink," I smile at my friends, excusing myself from the conversation. As I navigate through the tightly packed crowd, squeezing past bodies, I can't shake the feeling of eyes on me. Finally, I reach the doors, the music now blasting so loud in my ears that the lyrics are inaudible, and I can feel the bass vibrating through my bones. Pushing through more people, I finally make it to the kitchen.

I brought my own drink, not trusting any of the beverages here, so my stash was kept safely in my bag upstairs in one of the bedrooms. The only thing missing was a mixer. I grab a bottle of Diet Coke and pour it halfway into my cup, screwing the cap back on. As I do, I feel a chest brush up against my back, assuming it's just some random person due to the crowded space.

Turning around with my cup in hand, I freeze as I come face to face with Chris, towering above me. His eyes seem impossibly bluer up close, and I'm momentarily speechless.

I look up at him through my lashes, feeling the cool marble counter pressing against the small of my back. "Where have I seen you before?" he finally says, his voice smooth as honey. "I came with Mads," I reply, smiling up at him, my head tilting slightly to the side. He nods, a realization dawning on his face. "Y/N?" he asks, his voice turning my name into something sweet and melodic. He knew who I was. I nod in confirmation, offering him a shy smile.

"You look better in person, ma," he leans down closer to be heard over the loud music. The combination of his hot breath fanning over my neck and the endearing nickname sends a shiver down my spine. I feel myself clenching around nothing, my body reacting to his proximity in ways I can't control.

He pulls away, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in my dumbfounded reaction. The tension between us is so palpable, you could cut it with a knife. Our eye contact is intense, locking us in a silent conversation that speaks volumes. The music that was once too loud to bear now fades into the background, practically inaudible as I lose myself in the depths of his piercing blue eyes.

His eyes break our intense gaze for a moment, flickering down to the drink I was holding, catching a glimpse of my cleavage before returning to meet my eyes. "Vodka coke?" he asks, making an assumption based on the empty bottles of Coke, Absolut and Ciroc scattered around the kitchen. I shake my head, correcting him, "Henny." He raises his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "Didn't know there was Henny here," he remarks with a smile, leaning in again. My nose brushes against his collar, and I catch a whiff of his cologne - Dior Sauvage. Fuck me.

"I brought my own, it's in my bag upstairs," I murmur into his ear, feeling a surge of confidence fueled by his energy. He shoots me another smirk, flashing his perfect teeth. In the dim lighting, I swear I catch a glimpse of a tooth gem on his canine, his big toothy smile making him look like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"You can have some if you want," I bat my lashes at him, now smiling myself. His broad chest rises and falls with a breath before he licks his lips. "I'd love that, mamas," he replies. What a fiend, but I don't mind. He's fine. Call me delusional, but right now, I seriously think I have a chance.

I move my hand to his bicep, feeling it slightly flex at the contact, before running my nails down his arm, eliciting a shiver from him. Reaching his elbow, I pull him gently, and he follows behind me as I navigate through the crowded room and out of the kitchen. His arm hairs raise against my warm touch as I lead him through the mass of people and towards the stairs.

When we reach the stairs, I slide my hand down his arm to his hand, which he eagerly intertwines with mine, locking our fingers together. I start to ascend the stairs, feeling his gaze on me as we climb. I catch him staring at my ass, my dress riding up slightly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. As I turn back to him, his grin matches mine, and I continue up the final step.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I let go of his hand and lead him to the guest bedroom door. I push it open, flicking on the light as I step inside, followed by Chris who shuts the door behind him, the muffled sound of music now fading into the background.

I crouch down and retrieve my handbag from under the bed, pulling out the Hennessy bottle. Placing the cup down on the nightstand, I hear Chris walk beside me. He places one of his large, veiny hands on the small of my back, sending butterflies erupting through my body at the contact. He slides his hand to grip around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as he watches me fill the remaining half of my drink with the cognac.

I take a sip from my cup as Chris leans over, his body craning over mine as he reaches for the bottle. I turn my head to look up at him, our eyes meeting as he takes a couple swigs before setting the bottle back down. With his hand still on my waist, he turns me around to face him, his touch now lingering just above my ass. I take another sip, holding his intense gaze before leaning back slightly to place the cup down, then stepping closer again.

Our chests are practically touching as he looks down at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes, as if I was his prey.

He licks his plump, pink lips before moving his hand up, his thumb grazing my lip. "Had my eye on you for a while," he mumbles, his voice now coarse with lust. I swallow nervously, eliciting a small, "Yeah?"

He hums in response, a low "mm" before tugging my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, watching it bounce back into place. His eyes shift up to meet mine for a brief moment before he leans in closer.

Like a magnet, I'm drawn to his movements, leaning in eagerly as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. I taste the Henny on his lips as our lips crash against eachother, his hand moving down to grab my ass, eliciting a gasp from me. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, asserting his dominance without hesitation. His other hand stays on my jaw, his thumb caressing it gently before squeezing a bit tighter. Fuck, he was a good kisser.

As he pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connects our now bruised and swollen lips. The intensity of the moment leaves me breathless, my heart racing as I meet his gaze, the desire burning between us palpable.

He leans down, kissing my neck with a fervor that sends shivers down my spine. I feel him suck and slightly bite, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation. As he pulls away with a pop, I hear him admiring the mark before going back in to make it darker. His tongue soothes over the skin before he moves to another spot, eager to leave his mark.

My jaw goes slack as my left hand rests on his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, while my other hand finds its way into his hair, gripping it tightly. He nibbles against my collarbone, causing me to gasp and instinctively tug at his hair, eliciting a groan against my skin that sends vibrations coursing through my body.

He peppers kisses up my neck to just below my ear, across my jawline, before crashing his lips to mine again. This time, the kiss is messier, full of teeth clashing and the sounds of our puckered lips smacking against each other, igniting a fiery passion that consumes us both.

His large hands reach below my thighs, giving them a firm squeeze as he effortlessly lifts me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrap my legs around his torso, maintaining the kiss as he carries me over to the bed. With a gentle drop, he lays me down on the mattress before crawling over my body, his chain dangling over me enticingly.

His lips trail down the exposed skin of my dress, his fists gripping the fabric against my hips as he sits back up on his knees, looming over my body for a moment. His eyes are dark and hooded as he grabs my left ankle, hooking it over his shoulder. He gives it a kiss before leaving a trail of kisses up my leg, sending shivers down my spine as he moves closer to where I need him the most.

My other leg instinctively goes over his left shoulder, causing him to smirk at my eagerness. "My girl's so needy," he teases, one hand rubbing up and down my thigh while his eyes roam hungrily over my body. His other hand pushes the bottom of my dress up, exposing my lower half, and my face flushes with heat.

He presses a kiss against my clit over my lace panties, eliciting a whine from me as my hips buck up, desperate for more. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I arch my back, craving his touch.

He licks his lips before pulling my panties to the side, instantly in awe of the pooling mess between my legs. I feel his breath fanning over my heat, causing me to writhe, craving his touch. As if reading my mind, he finally reaches up, dragging his fingers up and down my folds, collecting my arousal on his fingers.

I whine against him as he pulls his fingers away and sucks them clean. "So sweet," he mumbles, looking up and holding eye contact with me as I bite my lip, desperate to relieve the tension building inside me.

Finally, he drags his thumb up to circle my clit, and my head instantly throws back, my mouth agape. The tension is finally cut, and it feels so fucking good.

He slaps my thigh, eliciting a moan from my swollen lips. "Look at me," he orders, his voice commanding. I squeeze my eyes shut as he speeds up his movements, the pleasure overwhelming me. With a shaky breath, I crane my head down to look at him.

As I do, he moves behind me, circling around my center with his pointer finger teasingly. His once blue eyes are now blown out with desire, sending a shiver down my spine. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly, my knuckles turning white as I succumb to the intense pleasure coursing through my body.

Suddenly, he dips his finger into me, curling it towards and thrusting instantly. "Fuck, Chris," I whine out, the words slipping from my lips like a porn star. He smirks to himself before adding another finger and speeding up his movements.

My jaw falls slack as I watch the concentration in his eyes, the sound of my wetness music to his ears. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through me as he expertly works his fingers inside me. Every thrust sends waves of ecstasy crashing over me, and I can't help but moan louder, lost in the bliss of the moment.

I whine in protest as he pulls his hand away, but he uses his grip on my thighs to pull my heat closer to his face. Without hesitation, he dives his face between my folds, shaking his head from side to side. A loud, almost scream escapes my lips as his tongue flicks against my clit at an intense speed, causing me to squirm.

Chris doesn't like my attempt to wriggle away. He lets out an almost animalistic growl, vibrations echoing against me as he grips my hips and pins them down against the bed with a bruising, tight grip. My hands claw at his scalp, tugging at the roots as I'm lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

He moves his tongue down, sloppily making out with my pussy before dipping his tongue into my hole. "Chris," I whine out again, the sensations driving me wild. He repeats the motion, this time going deeper, and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening with each delicious lick.

"Say my name, sounds so good coming out of your pretty mouth. Say it louder, baby," he smirks against me, his voice husky with desire. He moves his thumb up to my clit and starts to press against it, circling it with precision while simultaneously tongue-fucking me.

My grip on his hair tightens in response, causing him to groan against me, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Chris! Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I cry out, tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through me.

"Cum on my face, baby," he mumbles against me, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, eager to watch me come undone. As soon as the words leave his lips, the tension in my belly snaps.

I let out a high-pitched, pornographic moan as I cum around his face, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. The sensitivity becomes too much to bear as he continues to lick me clean, driving me to the brink of insanity with pleasure.

Finally, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. His chin and lips glisten with my arousal as my chest rapidly rises up and down, trying to catch my breath. Sweat causes my baby hairs to stick to my forehead, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

He slightly smacks my thigh, bringing me back to the present moment. "You taste so fucking sweet, ma,"

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a/n: this was LOOONNGG but i was so close to using seeet sweet by travis scott for this omg. but lmk if u want a pt 2 u nasty freaks 😏

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starry-bi-sky · 7 days

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im having more fem Danyal thoughts. But specifically I've been thinking about Dani in this au. Now, Fem Danyal is just the alt. version of Danny to my other DAG au, which means she follows that lore. that being said. Danyal and Dani already had a pretty rocky introduction in the first place, ANd if we follow canon's setup, Dani in fem!Danyal's world would be a boy rather than a girl. I'm gonna call him Ali for easier difference (my train of thought was Daniel -> Eli -> Ali). While Danny may resemble Talia more than Bruce, Danny and Damian still look very similar to each other. Their blood relation is unquestionable.

You can imagine how fem Danyal might feel, walking into her room one day after school, and finding a little boy on her bed who looks, at first glance, like the little brother she loves to death. If meeting Ellie triggered Kill Bill Sirens in Danny's head, meeting Ali bass boosted them. For a terrifying, fleeting moment, Danny thinks Damian is right there. That somehow, her clever, intelligent little brother found out she was alive and tracked her down.

She slams the door shut, completely at a loss for words. Her heart has nearly stopped a second time. Then she realizes: this boy's eyes are blue. Not green. He looks too old to be her brother. His jawline too narrow, his hair too messy. As he talks, his voice is not the same as the sparse few videos on the internet showing Damian speaking. This is not the child she helped take his first steps with, nor the child she watched utter his first words. This is not the boy whom she taught to pick up a sword; this is not her brother.

Safe to say, Ali gets a knife pulled on him much, much faster than his female counterpart did. He lives, fortunately, but their relationship is unsteady and rocky even after Ali betrays Vlad and joins Danny.

Danny is unsettled by him, not for being her clone -- although that plays a minor part -- but because every time he drifts into her peripherals, she keeps thinking it's Damian. And it spooks her half out of her mind. She gets her hopes up at the same time her heart drops, then she turns her head, and it's not Damian; it's Dani.

It's also why she won't call him 'Dani', it's one letter too close to 'Dami' and she's afraid she'll call him that if she's not careful. So when he brings it up jokingly, she immediately shoots it down; "I'll call you Eli." instead. (Ali thinks she's boring -- he thought 'danny with a y' and 'dani with an i' was funny. Frankly, so did Danny, but she's too uncomfortable with the idea of calling him Dani.)

When he asks her why, she lies and says it's to prevent confusion. When their relationship is better, "Eli" eventually becomes "Ali".

("Why Ali?" he'll ask her, with an ear pressed against her ribs while Danny coils one of his curls around her finger. She's steadily become more and more affectionate; Danny has the impeccable ability of making it seem so forced and stiff and natural at the same time.)

("Do you not like it?" She'll ask him, voice stilted and unsure. She's got her heart in her throat, but she's starting to stop seeing Damian whenever she looks down. "We can keep it Eli if you'd like.")

("No, no. I like it. Just... why Ali? Does it mean anything?")

(Danny will smooth her palm over Ali's forehead, scratching his hairline with her nails, and feel embarrassed. She'll be silent until he looks up at her, and then she clears her throat. "It means eminent; exalted; noble.")

(Ali stares at her in dead silence, long enough that she starts to grow worried. Then tears bubble up in his eyes, and for a moment Danny thinks she said something wrong. "I lied;" he croaks, "I love it.")

(She will hesitate, and then wipe the tears off with her thumbs. "Ali al Ghul," she'll mutter, "but that name is for you and I only. To the world, you're Ali Fenton." Perhaps she shouldn't be giving him her mother's last name, but he is of her blood now too.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #fem danyal al ghul #fem danny fenton #does this mean that ellie eventually changes her name and has a moment kinda like this with og danyal? yes. i just havent found a name #that i like for ellie that both fits her character and still sounds recognizable to her. Ali was perfect because it sounded so close to Eli #do i believe that Danyal and Ellie's relationship would've been fundamentally different if Ellie ended up being a boy in the original au?#yes. there would've been a very similar or the exact same result as it did with fem danyal imo. danyal was already uncomfortable with her #just for being another little sibling *alone.* my man was not comfy with the fact that he had another blood sibling even if she was a siste #if ellie had been a brother instead? the result would've been the same as it was here.

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ex and the city (simon riley x female reader)

inspired by s2 ep18 of sex and the city (currently on a binge). miranda and steve are the cutest (pls don't spoil)

ANGSTY

fuck, it was him.

simon stood at the other side of your door, glaring into your peephole. you stepped back quickly, hand covering your mouth in shock. after running away from him on the street the other day, you hadn't expected him to show up. maybe you could just not answer, pretend it never happened and- "can hear ya breathin', dove." shit.

you quickly unlocked the door, trying to compose yourself. "simon! hi!" shit you needed to calm down. that is not how an ex-fiancee would treat her almost-husband. "shitty thing you did, runnin' like a rabbit fr'm me." your eyebrows rose. he was going for it. "i didn't run!" he looked at you, dead-eyed. letting the silence hang over you like a dark cloud, the air growing tense in your apartment hallway behind him.

"you ran." you ran a hand down your face, the other tightening your grip on your door. "well, i wasn't expecting to see you and- i just-" your voice choked, an attempt at hiding back your tears. "hurt my feelin's, dove." simon kept his arms crossed, staring down at you. he never did talk about his feelings much, but seeing the woman who was supposed to be his wife, his forever, run away from him? that hurt even a dead man like him.

"well i don't do very well with ex-boyfriends and..." you trailed off, staring at your toes. the tears were hot behind your eyes now, months of frustration and longing boiling to the surface. "dove..." he reached out and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. the feeling of his gloves against your skin was so familiar you almost closed your eyes, but snapped them open when you remembered. "this is me. simon." you nodded, throat thick. you shrugged, struggling to find the words to convey how you survived without him for the past four months. you decided on a simple, "yeah."

"i held your head while you wer' sleepin'." simon took off his mask, tucking it in his pocket. his hair was a bit longer since the last time you saw it. his face a bit scruffy, sporting a few new scars from the last deployment you had screamed at him for. your neighbor appeared behind him, tilting her head back as she pretended not to listen. you turned away, rubbing at your eyes as they got red. he took the silent invite and ran with it, stepping through and closing the door before your neighbor saw you vulnerable. always protecting you physically, even when he couldn't emotionally.

"im sorry. im so sorry it- i just-" you rubbed at your chest, an aching spot forming behind your rib cage. "shh dove, s'ok, yer ok." he reached for you and then stopped himself. he didn't get that privilege anymore. "i just hadn't seen you in so long and i thought you might have died and i missed you simon..." your voice cracked at his name, the taste of it so familiar. like a warm hot chocolate on a winter's day, a cool lemonade on a summer's night. "im a shitty person! you'd never do anything that shitty."

he chuckled. you, always idolizing him, making him out to be a golden boy when really he was rotting, a half-dead thing for you to play with. "showed up to yer apartment in the middle of the day an' called yer landlord to make sure you were in. what'dya call that?" a sob rose from your throat, the humor of what he said hitting you hard. "yeah that was pretty shitty." you nodded, rewarding him with a weak smile and a half-angry tone.

"i miss you. in my bones, si." his eyes were wet, crinkling in the leftover eye-black. "im here, dove. what'rya doin' friday?" you let out a sob again, covering your mouth. "i have a date." fuck, he'd kill him. he'd let johnny plant mines and put gaz on intelligence and ask price to redeem that one favor from a year ago. he'd make it look like an purposeful accident, a gas leak or a water heater explosion. something where even the man's family couldn't get any money. he ran his hands through his hair, a nervous tick he only showed in front of you.

"can't pretend to be happy for ya, dove. can't be a better man on this." and suddenly you were hugging him, hands reaching over his shoulders as you stood on familiar tiptoes. his hands automatically circled your waist, the feel of it engrained in his soul. something he could describe from memory. "lets just...stay here awhile. okay?" he nodded into your hair, breathing in that familiar scent. he had another chance at making you his wife and he wasn't going to lose it again.

i kinda want to write one of these for all of the 141?? we'll see.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #fluff #simon riley wife #angst #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader

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xo-cod · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/xo-cod/738798264594415616/141-k%C3%B6nig-sex-bloopers

sorry yeah that's it i meant irl it's not perfect and stuff happens sometimes :) whatever ignore this im silly

you're not silly, i loved this :') <3 this might be cringe and it's ooc/rushed/headcannons but LMAOO i tried my best :") nsfw/sfw ahead!

the not so sexy moments of sex with the 141

price trying to be all sexy and suave loosening his top and removing his bucket hat in an act of seduction which results in him stubbing his toe and yelping in pain for a good few minutes

gaz panicking at the thought of his cum going into your eye after a blowjob and proceeding to scare himself for days on the off-chance you develope some sort of eye infection

soap after getting slightly confused with what he was doing grabbed a diagram of a vagina and made you hold it so he could have better success rate of making you cum

simon screeching loudly after snapping on his latex condom a little harder than recommended. bear with him, he has to take a few minutes, his body took a screenshot from how intense it was

price ending up falling asleep during a hand job but in his defence he was on five days with three hours of sleep and a whole bunch of coffee that was keeping him going

gaz very confidently and with that half smirk of his, mid way giving you the best head asking you if you're about to have an organism

soap realizing very quickly that food play is not like the movies and that it stings/burns, proceeds to awkwardly hop and waddle into the bathroom

simon trying be all cute and romantic which results in him spooning you close to his body, only to proceed to hack and choke when he inhaled your hair by accident

price having the lack of coordination after he tried to undress himself trying to come over to the bed and ending up face planting into the floor with a huge thud and a string of curse words following by (this mans just stays falling LMAO)

gaz genuinely ashamed about tearing your expensive lingerie in his excitement that he gives himself a time out and learns the true meaning patience

simon, bless his heart, already breaking the bedframe in his excitement when he grabbed you and pinned you against it.

gaz frantically trying to get it back it up, cussing his cock out and trying to awkwardly laugh but it comes out as a cry for help

simon slamming his forehead into the doorframe when he tried to be all hot and sexy, proceeding to cut himself and cuss everything out within a 10 mile radius (never you though :3)

soap's confidence absolutely obliterating when he was so turned on he ended up cumming while trying to get inside you

gaz making you take a survey after sex and telling you to rate the experience and what he could improve on next time

simon absolutely enraged at the mark on your neck thinking someone had hurt you, completely forgetting he was the one to leave it on you and it was a hickey

soap falling asleep while trying to go down on you after he finished a long mission. his head was buried between the warmth and comfort of your thighs and his eyes fell like shutters, nuzzling deep unconsciously into your heat

simon just zoning out when staring at your tits, lost in a trance and you're wondering if he's going to actually touch them. he does so but after a good 15 minutes

price squeezing your tiddies to paw at them and get them all perky but ends up feeling your ribs in the darkness and gets excited.

soap just poking at your nipple mid thrust in pure curiosity. not even to flick or pinch them, just a small poke before he goes back to doing what he was doing

gaz having a sneezing fit when he tried to lick your neck and chest only to be allergic to the perfume you were wearing

#asks #LMAO i'm so sorry if you cringe 😭😭😭#simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #cod 141 #141 x reader #task force 141

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ok i have a question- for the dead disco fics, if there was a situation where ghost had to choose between reader and soap, who would he choose? idk why im thinking abt this LOL

Hey babe, what is wrong with you? (I love this so much it scratches my angst brain just right) Why do you want to feel this pain? (I too, want to feel this pain...let’s indulge)

Ghost x Soap x female reader Dead Disco - verse AU - not canon to the actual story. Warnings-tags: Angst. Inferred character death. Darling's usual (eating issues, depression, anxiety, despair, self destructive behaviors)

The bed is too big, as it always has been. As it always was before, and during. And as it always will be for now on, too. Your legs spread across it, kicking and swishing across pristine sheets like you're swimming in them, like you're drowning. Drowning, is more apt. Drowning is more akin to these feelings that swimming, certainly. Drowning is how you feel right now, smothered in your loss, lungs full of water, burning from the salt of your own tears. You're at the bottom of the ocean, lost beneath where the sunlight doesn't reach, far beyond the swell of the waves. Drowning is what it feels like, when your heart clenches in your chest and your stomach heaves it's bile free. Drowning is how you would describe this black, bottomless hole that's developed soul, the one that pulls you deeper and deeper with every breath. Drowning. You've drowned. And no one was there to pull you to shore. To safety. No one was there to save you.

"I'm home!" Your bag falls to the floor with a thud as you toss your keys on the island, loosening your jacket and heading towards the dining area of the flat. "Holy shit, wait until I tell you about my day. My boss was on one today, she was being a crazy a-" the words die on your tongue when you finally look up and see the expression on Johnny's face. At first glance, one might call it grim, but for those who know him, who know to look closer, you see the red ting to his eye lids, the rub of drier skin around his nose. He's been crying. "What's going on?" you ask, looking from him to where Simon sits, stone faced. Immobile. Neither of them answer you at first. "Hello?" The knot that's been loosely tied in your stomach tightens. Simon nods at the free chair next to him. "Sit, darling."

There are two boxes, in your bathroom. They sit, full of things, clothing, items, trinkets, pieces of memories, pieces of love. They idle next to your bathtub, waiting, watching you, every time you drag yourself towards the toilet to vomit, or whenever you muster up the strength to look at your toothbrush. The boxes have sharpie scrawled across them, big loopy letters that almost look like mouths, almost look like they could grow teeth and talk to you, or eat you alive with what's inside of them. You supposed, they could. If you were to open them, and actually look at the things inside, they would consume you. Chew you up. Spit you out.

"I- I don't understand." You take a half step towards Johnny, who visibly flinches, face torn fractured with despair, while Simon's lips press into a hard line before he speaks. "We will make sure you're taken care of, we-" His voice is cold. So, so cold it scratches at your heart, pin pricks of icicles working their way beneath your ribs. "Stop." you shake your head, willing yourself to focus. What is he saying? What does he mean? "Simon, what... wh-what does that mean?" "Darling we're so, so sorry." Johnny's voice, is the opposite of cold. It's molten. Hot, and burning red with orange, thick with something you think is sadness. "You are sorry." You repeat it, numbly. You're not crying, which is a surprise to yourself and probably the two of them too. Your brain is really working now, hard. It's compartmentalizing and organizing and shoving little things away, burying others beneath mountains of sand and locking memories into boxes that you'll never be able to open. "You can't. You can't just leave me... you... you promised." Simon stands completely still, while Johnny shifts his weight nervously, fingers tangling with one another as he watches you like a hawk. Like a solider. "This will be better... for everyone." He tries to soothe you, tries to calm you, even from where he lurks, five feet away. Simon offers you nothing. "I don't understand, everything was fine. I thought... we were okay." Simon finally moves, shaking his head with a no while you watch, mouth ajar.

The boxes have been ripped into tatters now. They lay in shreds across the things in the bathtub, covering two t shirts of Johnny's, a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie of Simon's. Your silk bathrobe, and giant fleece blanket from the couch. There's also a book, a collection of photographs, a few pieces of jewelry. Worn index cards with recipes on them, Johnny's mum's, and a comic book, that Simon used to keep in his drawer of the bedside table. The final touch is the secret pack of cigarettes, the ones Simon used to keep in the closet, sans the one in your mouth. You inhale it slowly, breathing in the tobacco and the nicotine and the fumes of the lighter fluid, the entire contained dumped onto of the collection of things in the tub, waiting for your final flick. When it comes, you stay perched on the edge on the bath, barely interested, unmoving, as the fire rages. As it consumes.

"You fucking promised!" You scream. You scream it over and over until your throat is hoarse and Johnny looks panicked. Simon grips him roughly, sliding him half behind his body, as if to protect him from you. As if he thinks you'd hurt him. They both watch you with stricken faces, hunters tracking a wounded animal, and your breaths come in short bursts as tears track down your face. "You said you love me." It's barely a whisper, mournful and slow, and they both hear it. "We do." Johnny croaks. "We did." Simon counters, and you flinch. "But this is what's best, for all of us. It was always going to be him, darling. You've known this." It was always going to be him. It was always... going to be Johnny and Simon, over you. It was always going to be them, and not you. The truth stings, burns, bites. It twists it's wicked claws around your heart and tugs and tears until there's nothing left. You've known this. You idiot. How could you possibly believe, in the end, you'd still be in this equation? You'd still be a part of this? How could you possibly believe, that after everything, they'd still love you? Still want you? Simon's mouth moves, but you hear no sound. You hear nothing, as you turn on your heel and barricade yourself in the bedroom. You hear nothing, as they knock, and knock, you hear nothing, until the wood stops vibrating, and the front door open and closes with a final thud. It was always going to be them. You've known this.

"Bloody hell." Gaz whistles, eyes locked on the screen. Johnny wipes a towel across the back of his neck, mopping up the sheen of sweat that lingers there while Simon saunters through the rec room doors. "Christ. Didn't ya two live near there?" "Live where?" Johnny frowns, looking up. There's a heli eye view of a burning building on the news, it's entire structure engulfed in flames, firemen barely making a dent. The camera switches to a ground reporter, a pretty woman with a serious face, who's explaining that arson investigators believe the fire started on the ninth floor, where there's still a single person trapped, unable to be rescued so far by exhaustive efforts. Something glitches in Johnny's brain, something short circuiting while he blinks, and breathes, and blinks, trying to wrap his mind around what he's seeing. The ninth floor. Someone trapped. Didn't ya two live near there? The ninth- It's almost unrecognizable, but he knows. Of course he knows. The ninth floor, the ninth floor- His heart stops in his chest, and he turns frantically to Simon, who stands like a statue in the doorway, eyes wide and frozen. "No. Nonononono-" Johnny whispers. He stumbles, away from Simon, away from Gaz, eyes not leaving the television while he drops to his knees. "She- Simon." Simon doesn't answer, just stands, broken. Empty. Like a ghost. He has no words. He has nothing. And neither does Johnny.

#ghost x soap x reader #dead disco #peaches asks #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x ghost x reader

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mucherbuncher · 3 months

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Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x female reader #daryl dixion x reader

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cosmal · 1 year

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hii how are you?? i hope finee

i was wondering if you could write smth with james; r got hurt and feels the urge to cry but doesn't want to bc she's embarassed to, but james know that shes hurting and comforts her. just pure fluff.

i know its basic but i just recently got a black eye because i was hit with a metal bottle (bc i play fighting w a friend) and im too embarassed now that i have a bruise. if you could write something like is, it would be awesome; if not, feel free to change whatever you'd like!!

i love your work sm by the way!!

car door

summary — you hurt yourself and get embarrassed.

content — james potter x fem!reader

note — thank u baby!! i hope ur eye is okay now :(

You're laughing about something stupid with James when you do it. Distracted, smiling at him over the top of his car, you close the door on your hand.

It slams over three of your fingers and bounces back open when you flinch backwards. You gasp and hold your hand to your chest, squeezing like somehow it'll distract you from the inevitable pain. Like hopefully, nothing will happen at all.

You slam your eyes closed and suddenly you can feel James's hands on your arms. He's so close so quickly, you hold your breath and hope you don't cry. You feel embarrassed for hurting yourself whilst having a good time with him, worse for feeling the urge to sob.

"You okay, lovely?" he asks, hands a distracting heat over your skin. You blink up at him and try to smile. You know it's crooked, trembling lips and pinched brows. "Christ, did you shut the door on your hand?"

"Yeah," you try to say. It comes out all pitched up, voice shaky and quiet.

He takes your sore hand into his own and checks it over. Fingers pushing up your palm and up to your knuckles, just below the source of grievance. It's already throbbing, your beating heart worse in your ears.

He's saying something and you're struggling to listen. You bite down so hard into your bottom lip you worry it'll end up worse than your hand. Your eyes sting, you can feel the beginnings of tears building up along your waterline. You steel yourself and try not to cry.

"Sweetheart," his voice comes in quick and worried, like a splash of cold water to the face. You blink back your daze and your eyes blur with tears you don't want to shed. "Hey, take a deep breath."

You don't do as he says and he worries even more. He drops your sore hand gently in favour of squeezing your shoulders, ducking his head to where you've got it pointed to the asphalt. You can't look him in the eyes. You stare at his lovely nose instead.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?'' He's gentle as he talks to you like he's trying to keep his own panic hidden from his voice like he'll spook you. "Breathe, lovely."

You let out a big, shuddering breath, mainly on his behalf. It comes in quick and it startles you how upset you've suddenly become. You feel hot with more embarrassment, prickling up your chest and neck.

"God," you sniffle, "I'm sorry. Sorry,'' you say once more.

You think James knows what's going on. He rubs a knuckle under the soft skin below your watery eye. "Do you need a cry?"

"What?"

"You look like you're about to explode." He's half a breath away from laughing. You half want him to, expecting it to make you feel better. "I don't want you to cry, but if you need to, you can."

The first tear is hot as it spills down your cheek.

"Oh, baby," he says suddenly. Quietly.

He's quick to take you into his chest, arms tight around your back, fingers digging into your ribs. You rub your wet face against the fleece of his jumper and tremble with quiet cries. The kind that steal your breath and come out quick and staggered.

The kind that feel good.

"Shit," you mumble into his neck. He squeezes you closer. "I'm sorry. God, this is so embarrassing."

"Hey, it's okay," he says quickly, hands rubbing up and down your back to keep you close. You melt under his warmth, leaning all your weight into him. "As much as you're breaking my fuckin' heart, darlin'. It's okay to cry."

"It's just a sore finger," you grumble.

"Did it hurt?" he asks firmly.

You nod with a wet sniffle, happy he's made your tears slow. "Yeah."

"Then it's okay.” He kisses your head, right into the material of the beanie you promised you'd wear to keep yourself warm. "Even if it didn't hurt, you can cry. I'm sure it was scary, yeah?"

"Yeah." You pull yourself back from his chest to smile. It's wet and a little sad, James beams just the same.

"Can I see your fingers again?" He asks.

You lift your hand between the both of you and hope he kisses it. You're more than relieved when he does. Kisses over your knuckles and fingertips, much more gentle than he needs to be.

He looks at you while he does it. You feel like you could pass out.

"Feeling better?" he says and drops your hand down but doesn't let go.

"Yeah," you lie. It's not serious though you know he'll worry more than he should.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

He smiles something lovely at you and throws an arm around your shoulders. “C'mon, let's get you inside. Do you want a tea?"

You smile back at him and feel the urge to kiss him. You might later on when you're out of the cold, in the cafe still feeling lovesick. "And a croissant?"

"Toasted?"

"That's a silly question," you laugh.

"I'm a silly man."

You roll your eyes. Your hand feels better already.

#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter headcanon #james potter one shot #james potter x fem!reader #james potter drabbles #james potter x reader #james potter fan fic #james potter fanfiction

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peppermint-toads · 1 year

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𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 im halfway through the new campaign and had to write something before i exploded. so yes take heed there is actual cod plot in this 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 simon "ghost" riley x female reader, ghost x female reader, slight non-con but ghost doesn’t mean it that way he just has a hard time expressing his little feelings, ghost is not nice, slight wound-play but not rly, piv sex, slapping, light choking, blood, knife wound, actual cod plot, post al mazrah mission, your callsign is vermin bc ghost thinks you are annoying, 1.5k wc 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you do something stupid so ghost hate-fucks you

“Simon! I already fucking apologized. How many times do you want me to say it? We weren’t moving fast enough and I just thought—”

“You weren’t thinking!”

“We could’ve gotten him.”

“You ran into an active air raid, and if I hadn't pulled you back you would be dead, Vermin.”

In that moment, you seemed to remember that Ghost did in fact save you from your own stupidity. You inhaled a sharp breath, wincing as your lungs shakily filled and pressed against your bruised ribs. You could feel the shallow knife wound in your side stretch and rub against the white gauze wrapped around your waist with every move you made.

“Lazwell would have Hassan by now if you wouldn’t have stopped me.” You murmured, feeling your eyes sting with tears as Ghost finally turned his back to you. The sound of his heavy boots hitting the old wood floor of the safe house halted, and his head turned to the left hauntingly slowly. He crossed the room in about three swift steps, his face about an inch away from yours. His gloved fingers pinched the fat of your cheeks together.

“Next time I’ll let you fucking die.”

You couldn’t help the yelp that caught in your throat when he released your face. You stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the worn desk in front of the fireplace.

As soon as you had compromised the mission, Ghost dragged you back to the transport with his forearms locked underneath your armpits. The medics tended your wounds as soon as you landed at the base in Austria.

You glared up at him, one hand still grasping the desk and the other your side where blood started seeping through your bandages and thin white tank top.

“You’re a dick, Simon.”

“And you’re a selfish pain in my ass, everybody’s ass.”

And then you rose to your full height again, grunting as you lifted one hand and pulled it back to strike his cheek, but his fingers curled harshly around your wrist, and he was pushing your hand behind your back and pulling the bottom half of his mask down to shove his lips onto yours.

It was barely even a kiss, it was like he was just trying to smash his face onto yours as hard as he could, teeth, tongue, all of it. His hand left your wrist, quickly finding the button to your pants and nearly ripping it off. Then he was shoving them down your thighs and pulling you over to the couch.

“Simon, what the fuck?”

“Shut up.”

He knelt down with one knee pressed into the couch between your thighs, then his face was back on yours and his hands were bunching up your top above your chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, groping and squeezing your tits with his massive palms. And it wasn’t comfortable. He had saved your life, you destroyed his mission, and now you owed him.

He shoved you down by your shoulder, and your head thumped against the arm of the couch. His fingers cupped your cunt over your military issued white, cotton panties and you both groaned. All of your physical pain was taken over by something else, taken over by him. Completely. And you’d let him do anything he wanted.

“Are you sorry?” He asked through gritted teeth, lowering himself down on top of you, arms steady on either side of your head. His cock was hard and straining against his pants, you could already feel the heat of it on your pussy.

He sat up on his haunches, pulling his pants down enough to free his aching dick, the elastic band of his matching white, cotton boxers pushing up against the underside of his balls.

Your panties were soon hooked around your knees, and your calves were being smushed up against his chest. The discomfort of it all faded as soon as you felt his cock and his precum slide against your soaked pussy.

He slid himself up and down, up and down until you were keening, begging him for nothing with cries of his name.

“Simon, Simon please.”

The head of his dick caught against your fluttering hole, slowly notching inside. His head fell back, and you could tell his jaw was hung open slightly by the way his mask stretched.

His thumb caressed your cheek where he had violently grabbed it only a few minutes ago. The soothing strokes did nothing to distract you from his immediately brutal pace. You watched your feet dangle helplessly by his ears with every punch to your cervix, your eyes never daring to drift to his.

“Are you sorry?”

“Fuck—I already, already said I’m sorry—Jesus!” You hiccuped.

Simon snarled, staring down at you with unfeeling eyes while his hand drifted to your waist.

“Simon? What are you doing? Don’t—”

You cried out as you felt his fingers press into your would, your head snapping forward and then immediately falling back against the couch. It stung. It stung and you mewled, trying to conceal your pathetic noises by shoving your face into the back of the couch. You blindly tried to push his hand away but you were no match for his strength.

His lips were pink and swollen, partly covered by the top and bottom of his mask. You couldn’t help the way you tried to scoot yourself down the couch, get closer and closer to his punishing thrusts. Your entire body burned with shame and humiliation as you squirmed for him. You were openly sobbing as he split you open.

“Don’t disobey my orders ever again.”

You swore you heard his voice crack.

“Don’t—Don’t do it again.” He was pleading with you. His hand was wrapped around your throat after forcing you to look at him again, his thumb stroking circles on your neck. No matter how harsh he was, some part of him was always subconsciously soothing you. Even on the transport to Austria, you felt his hand latched onto your vest the entire time.

“I won’t,” you choked. “I won’t, Simon, I promise.”

He leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, breathing in the same air as you. You saw his eyes flutter closed and felt his hips stutter upwards.

“Simon I’m gonna—”

“Yeah.”

Then you were arching your chest into his and your stomach was convulsing, cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly. He sighed into your mouth, his thrusts becoming shorter as he pumped his cum deep into your warmth.

For a moment it was just you and Simon, inhaling deeply with each other. Then you sighed out in pain, whimpering softly, and Simon realized what he’d just done to you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

⁂

“Hold this up.” You did, holding the end of your shirt just above the slash in your side. He wordlessly pulled the gauze off your body, carefully peeling off the cotton pads underneath.

He left the room for a minute, returning with a med kit that must've been stashed somewhere in the house.

He returned to his place on the couch and flipped open the lid, returning to his silent work.

Every pained noise you made chipped away at his very soul, and he couldn’t help but blame himself. He wasn’t supposed to care like that. About you or anybody else.

He abandoned his own mission just to make sure you were safe. He was lucky Soap managed to get the rest of the task force out of Al Mazrah safely, albeit without Hassan. He’d never done anything like that before, but when he saw you running towards the fallout he knew he’d follow you anywhere.

“The others will be here soon.” You said, and he nodded.

“We have to be in Mexico tomorrow. You’ll stay with me tonight.”

“Okay.” You agreed quietly as he finished rewrapping your side and packed up the med kit.

“Come with me.”

You trailed down the hall after him to one of the rooms. There was one small, metal bed frame in the center of it, and you sat on the edge of it watching him.

You watched Simon’s back as he dug through his backpack that he had slung to the floor.

“Here,” he shoved one of his shirts towards you to replace your own blood-soaked one.

You changed quickly, watching him undress down to his boxers and black ribbed tank top. He climbed into the small bed with you, coaxing you back to lie down with him, both of you too exhausted to exchange any words.

Simon held you close to his chest, this time careful to avoid touching your ribs and side. You were happy to finally feel clean and dry, everything that happened that day coming flooding back to you and you sobbed. Completely overwhelmed with emotion, you cried into his shirt while he shushed you softly. You fell asleep with his arms around you and tear stains on your cheeks.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader smut

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intheticklecloset · 2 months

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hellooo!!! im DYING for some lee dazai and ler chuuya..can you write something like chuuya wrecking dazai? if you're comfortable with this of course! also my English is not that good so i hope I'm clear enough! thank you and love you <3

Ask and you shall receive! Decided to make this one SKK Fifteen. 😊

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“You’re ridiculous.” The words came out as a scoff, but Chuuya was smirking, and really, Dazai was too far gone to notice or care at this point.

In the early days, the brunette had been whiny and shy whenever his redheaded subordinate tickled him like this, even though he always obviously wanted it. Nowadays the shyness was mostly evaporated, but the whininess had evolved into something more purposeful and goading. He did it now, hands gripping Chuuya’s wrists but never pushing him away.

“Chihihihihihihihibi!”

Well, the name-calling certainly wasn’t doing him any favors.

“Call me that again and I’ll strangle you, you freak,” Chuuya growled, shifting his tone and position, sliding his hands to Dazai’s waist and pressing into his hip bones with determination.

Dazai squealed and arched his back, giggles morphing into laughter, his stupidly beautiful face half obscured by the bandages he insisted on wearing. “Prohohohohohohohomise?”

“Son of a—” Chuuya was still getting used to the casualness with which Dazai referred to his own demise. He growled. “Obviously not, moron!” He switched up his technique again, from digging to crazed scribbling along Dazai’s waistline, unable to help the tiny smile on his lips when the brunette squealed again and dissolved into wheezing giggles. “Heh, you enjoying yourself, boss? You’re holding onto me but you’re not pushing me away.”

“Huhuhuhuhuhush!”

Ah – another thing Chuuya was getting used to. How easily teasing took Dazai down in these situations. He smirked anew.

“I will not. You obviously love it. Why else would you keep bugging me into tickling you silly? You just need a breather, don’t you? Want me to tickle you until you can’t remember anything else?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Dazai whined again, his grip on Chuuya’s wrists tightening.

Chuuya hummed, gradually dragging his tickling fingers up from Dazai’s hips to his sides and ribs and eventually—

The brunette’s grip tightened, his visible eye wide with excitement despite his pleading, “Nohohohoho, Chuuya!”

“Oh, now you call me by my name,” the redhead taunted, activating his ability for the first time to pry Dazai’s fingers from his wrists. “When I’m about to go for the kill.”

“Plehehehehehehehehease!”

“Hmm…please what?”

Dazai didn’t say anything, just looked up at him with a mix of excitement and nerves, giggling despite himself. He lasted about five seconds before tearing his gaze away. There was the lingering shyness, but Chuuya wouldn’t allow it to last.

He drove his hands into Dazai’s armpits, enjoying the fresh shriek and subsequent laughter he pulled from his irritating superior. “I’ll assume that since you didn’t specify, what you meant was to please keep tickling you, right, Dazai?”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #skk #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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jinx reaction to reader telling her that she inspired them to be more comfortable with themselves and that they look up to her

AH IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE…amazing idea, anon. Thank you so much for requesting ILY 💋 This is a bit angsty btw. I wasn’t sure if you wanted this romantic or platonic so it’s somewhere in the middle. ENJOY~

Your Biggest Fan 🦋

Jinx was inconsolable right now. You’re not exactly sure what all was said, but Jinx came running out of Silco’s office with angry tears rolling down her cheeks. “Hey. Are you okay?” She pushed past you somewhat aggressively, stomping back to her room. “Jinx?” She ignored you still, her hands balled up into fists. You followed behind her, almost running she’s going so fast. “Hey! Jinx! Just talk to me.” As soon as she was in her doorway, she shut it right in your face.

At this point, there’s nothing left to do but wait. Usually when she was upset, she would let you in her room with her but continue to ignore you and just rage and do her own thing. So this means she must be really upset. Whatever was said to her in that office just broke her heart even more than it already was. You sit on the floor outside her door and just wait. It’s quiet for a moment before she starts playing music at an extremely loud volume. You can hear her screaming along to the lyrics. She is in the very angry, frustrated, reckless stage of her grief right now. You just have to wait it out.

After about an hour, you’re leaning against her door now and you notice that she isn’t scream singing anymore. The music stops and the door opens immediately after. You fall back into her room, looking up at her from the ground. “Hi…” she whispers with wet, red cheeks and a deeply set frown. “Hey…” You hate to admit it but she is so beautiful after she’s just cried. Her lips are slightly puffy, her eyes turn an almost greenish blue color and her face is covered in a light blush. She reaches down and grabs your hand then helps you to your feet. Before you can say anything else to her, she has you in a tight hug, her chest completely against yours, her arms fully engulfing you. You return the energy, holding her to you so tight you can feel her ribs up against your skin.

Her face is buried in your neck and she’s crying again. You can feel her tremble, you can hear her soft gasps for air, you can feel her tears on your skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You can feel her shake her head against your shoulder. Unsure of what would help her in this moment, you just continue to hold her close while you listen to her soft sobs. This is killing you…

“Uh…for what it’s worth, I think you’re so spectacular.” Suddenly, she sucks in a breath and holds it, trying to stifle her crying. She wants to listen to you and you notice this. “You’re brilliant, I can never even understand half the things you say to me. It all just goes right over my head. But I’m learning! You’re teaching me so much…about myself too.”

Jinx soon pulls back to look you in the eye and you offer her a sweet smile. “You taught me to be more fearless and strong and creative and flexible.” You barely notice it but her frown is slowly turning upward. “You’re literally the coolest person I know! And I feel…” You can’t help but blush at this point. “I feel cool when I’m with you. I feel invincible with you by my side.” She’s full blown smiling now, her eyes still glossy and damp. “But you are cool.” She mumbles in reply. “Yeah…well, I learned from the best.” Gently, you pinch her sides causing a laugh to erupt from her mouth. “And who’s the best?” And now you’re laughing. “You, Jinx!” Her face gets more serious and she’s looking at you with such soft, loving eyes.

“I’m seriously like your biggest fan.” “And I’m yours, (Y/N).”

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx #jinx x reader #get jinxed #jinx the loose cannon #arcane x you #arcane x reader #arcane fandom #jinx x you #jinx x y/n

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ravenlking · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋:

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀, 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋, 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌, 𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀, 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒) here! i got this necklace with our initials in a heart for you! what do you think?

gender-neutral warnings: - implied to be in a relationship :D - sorry if Idia turns out to be a bit OOC. As a TWST ENG player, I don't really know much about him so it was a struggle to write his genre: fluff a/n: - i know im late and it aint christmas anymore but here it is! - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

"I-I...My rose, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul. I shall treasure this necklace with every inch of my body. Now, may you help me to wear it? Cater, stop recording this inimate moment or it's 'Off With Your Head'!

If the law of nature permits it, Riddle's face would be even redder than his hair. His cheeks were on fire and at this rate, he looks so flustered that he would collapse. If he weren't on a chair of course.

Trey and Cater hurry to take the delicate, expensive gifts from his dorm members out of his hands and thank goodness for that...because the moment he opened your gift, he was blushing bright red like his famous hair along with his legs weak.

(Ace and Deuce were laughing so hard that if it weren't for his inability to speak, he would have beheaded them already)

He was incredibly touched by your gift. Your initials along with his between a plus sign in a red heart? Looking closer, the heart was tangled with roses, as red as the ones in the Rose Maze. He was so amazing that you thought it out so clearly, even more so tried to incorporate what he loved in his Christmas present.

He quickly handed it to you, doing his best to lift up the edges of his bright red hair. Riddle wanted the world to know who he loved and who was his king of hearts.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

"Tch...a necklace? For me? Really, that's all you can do- Wait don't take it back! It's now mine, herbivore!"

As part of the royal family, Leona's used to the mountains of presents flooding his room every Christmas. So, to find you rushing through the halls of Savanaclaw with a present held close to your chest, he can only expect the usual. Cat items to groom himself (as a joke or an insult to his lion side), money (from Farena because he honestly doesn't know what to get him), or just gemstones (boring in his opinion).

"Just get it over and done with," Leona groaned out, lazily lifting a finger and craning it towards him. Laughing, you did as told.

His normally half-lidded eyes widen at the gift. It's a cute amber heart with his and your initials in it, which makes his heart melt.

At first, he insists that the gift is lame, that he has received much better gifts in the past. But upon seeing your tearful/disappointed/upset face, Leona sighs and draws you into a hug.

"I'm kidding, herbivore," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead until you smile again. "Now, help me put it on, will you?"

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

"F-for me? This is beyond amazing, I'm wearing this everyday- Wait, Floyd, Jade, you're still listening?! Excuse me, we're having a moment here!"

After unboxing Floyd and Jade's presents, Azul has really low expectations for this year's Christmas Presents. I mean, he literally received a rib-crushing hug from Floyd and a so-called rare mushroom that Jade found (which, by the way has no use to him), so he's sighing heavily as you came bounding, present in hand.

He carefully unwraps the gift all the while scowling and swatting Floyd's impatient hands from outright stealing it and tearing it apart because he knows how much time and effort you put into the gift. Thankfully, Jade pulls his bother away before Azul can whack his face with a pillow from the Mostro Lounge.

Upon opening your gift, Azul's jaw drops. He actually takes off his glasses to look closer at the gift before marveling at it. It's a beautiful heart in blue but turns purple when he tilts it at a certain angle and his and your initials were inside. He's blushing so hard that his cheeks felt as if they were on fire.

Floyd's quick to tease him when he pulls you close into a hug, his arms wrapping around you as if he had his tentacles again, pulling you into a warm embrace.

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

"WOW! For me?! Really! This is absolutely beautiful! Wait here while I go grab a necklace from the treasury okay? You deserve something like this too!"

In contrast to Azul, Kalim's gleefully ripping the paper apart with a bright grin on his face. Bundles of wrapping paper from his gifts from his family surround him (somewhere in the distance, you hear Jamil groan in despair and feel pity for the boy) and other expensive gifts are stacked above one another on a large table.

When he gets to yours, he's not even paying attention to it. He sets it gently to the side before tackling you in a huge, careful not to hit your head on the floor.

"Oh my Seven, you got me something? You're amazing, my jewel!" He rants, peppering your face with kisses. It takes more than ten reminders from Jamil for Kalim to remember why you were here and your gift to him. Quickly, he rolls off you and grabs the gift, squealing as he opens it.

"I love it!!"

It's not as expensive as the gifts he got from his 30+ other siblings, but the meaning behind the orange-red heart and his and your initials together made his entire day- no, his entire year.

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

"The design is quite beautiful, fitting to such a fairest person as I. You have outdone yourself this time, baked potato. Or should I say my darling, to bring that lovely smile upon your face once more?"

Yet another person who is used to the multitude of gifts. Anything really, ranging from highly inappropriate from some of his desperate fans all the way to thoughtful fanart with comments such as "fairest of them all!" or "beautiful". Of course, he treasures it all but you...whatever you give to him is different compared to everyone else in Twisted Wonderland.

His heart beats so fast when he sees you excitedly pushing your gift into his arms and popping a kiss on your face. The way Vil has to use all of his acting skills to push off the bright flush on his face that was bound to appear sooner or later. The little Santa hat slips off your head and Vil instinctively sets it back before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Oh? For me, darling?"

Upon opening the gift, Vil let out a gasp as his shaky hands held up the necklace to see it clearly. It was a beautiful shade of lavender, matching the tips of his blond hair. Inside the heart was his and your initials between a plus symbol, representing the eternal relationship. Vil smiles gently at you before giving you the necklace and lifting the edges of his hair.

"I'll treasure it forever," He says after you have done so, pressing a kiss to the pendant. Later on, it doesn't matter whatever magazine cover he appears on, his trademark will always be the heart necklace you gave him one Christmas day.

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

"HUH?! Ortho, pinch me! Since when did I unlock the route of romancing the MC?! It's beautiful, it's glorious and I love it!"

The tips of Idia's fiery blue hair burn as pink as his cheeks. He's on fire both literally and figuratively, making you flinch backward in alarm. Carefully, he does his best to maintain his composure, bringing his hair back to normal yet the tinge of redness in his cheeks gives away all of his fluster-ness.

Here we have another person who gleefully tears his gifts apart (I headcanon him being a loner so he rarely gets gifts. Ignihyde seems too introverted to gift their house warden a present in my opinion. Idk, I'm a TWST ENG player so I haven't read Book 6 yet). Ortho sighs at the mess his older brother is making in his already-messy bedroom, but he's happy that Idia is joyful this Christmas.

When he opens the gift and his eyes widen at the necklace, Ortho already has the fire extinguisher in hand, ready to blow out the bright red flames. Idia's eyes are adorably widened and his jaw is dropped as he holds up the necklace like it's the most valuable thing in the world. It has the blue sheen like his infamous blue hair and his and your initials in the middle.

Idia.exe has stopped working.

Ortho's frantically shaking Idia as you laugh to the side. Delighted that you, a magicless Prefect, made Idia Shroud stop working and glinching like this.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

"I knew I should have given you that emerald necklace from my dragon hoard as a Christmas present...oh don't worry Y/N. I'm just disappointed that my present isn't as heartwarming as yours."

Malleus was close to tearing up. He hasn't had a proper present in decades; his grandmother did her best but giving the same thing over and over again was boring. The other people o the Briar Valley gave money and gemstones to get on his good side. But this one gift was enough to make his insides feel like a fireplace (in a nice way). His child of man handing him a sincere, well-thought-out, heartwarming present for Christmas? Oh, what did he do to deserve you? Malleus is falling for you all over again.

He took the present with gentle yet shaky hands, wanting to treasure the way you worked on wrapping it in his favorite shade of green (his eyes widened when you revealed that you had listened to his silly rambles on the different shades of green) and the little cute bowtie on the top to make it look personal.

His lime green eyes widen upon seeing the necklace box in his hands. They shake as he opens it (mainly because his first thought was a ring box, and he thought that you were proposing. He wasn't even ready yet, he hasn't even courted you properly yet, the dragon customs!).

Although he feels slightly disappointed that it isn't a ring box, his heart is still filled with so much love for you. The cute emerald dragon folded into a heart with his and your initials together? He faintly remembers Lilia squealing at him about how it means you two are in love with one another and his eyes are practically hearts as he pulls you into a kiss, filled with all the love he has for you.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 10 months

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Gifts: Part 2

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AHHH SO I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!- 💗🌟

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Felix

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

tw: shirtless Minho 🫠, massage oil

im sorry its short, i have exams 😭😭😭

this is flustering-

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Now for the next member to torture. Felix looked at the time. 2:17 PM. Damn. He had spent almost half an hour in Chan’s room. He had to get answers about his gift. He already knew they all teamed up to get him something, and Felix was definitely urging to figure out what it was, but he was almost enjoying this. It was like a little mystery! For his birthday, too, it was. Felix grinned as he made his way over the evil cat’s room. Minho. Now what question was he going to ask him? Felix pondered as he knocked on the door.

He was going to pounce on the boy the moment he opened the door, but then Felix caught the look of exhaustion on Lino’s face when the older looked at him, and Lixie felt a little bad. He knew Lee Know had an exhausting schedule, being one of the best dancers of the group, and he knew it wouldn’t be fair to wreck the boy after such a long day.

So instead Felix ended up asking, “Are you ok hyung? Do you need cuddles, or a massage?” The birthday gift left his mind immediately when he realized how tense Minho looked. “Yeah, a massage would be nice, thanks and sorry, Lixie.”

Felix nodded as he ran to the shelf to get the massage oil, Lino removing his shirt (🫠) and laying down on his stomach. Felix sat on his waist and popped the lid, the lavender scent of the oil making them both sigh, suddenly feeling sleepy. Lixie worked out all the knots in Minho’s back, smiling at the satisfied sighs the older was making.

After Yongbok finished with all the proper massaging, he grinned. It was time.

“...hyung?” “mmmmhhhhmmmm” was his response. “Ya know that my birthday’s tomorrow right?” Lee Know nodded. “Well, I wanted to know what color it is” This made Minho’s head perk up, confused.

“I thought you would want to know what it is, not what color it is” Lee Know giggled, smiling sleepily. Felix frowned, aware that Lino was making fun of him.

He grabbed the bottle of lavender oil, spreading some on his hands. “You will tell me, won’t you?” “Nope, sorry. Strict orders from Channie.”

Felix smirked. This was exactly what he was counting on. He darted his hands down to Minho’s exposed sides, massaging the oil in a very ticklish way.

“Hey what are you- AHAHAHA?!”

“Well, you wouldn’t tell me, so now you suffer.”

“WAHAHAIT I CAHAHANT HAHAHAH-”

Felix giggled at the lack of coherent speech.

He made sure to scribble his fingers across the wide expanse of Lee Know’s back, digging into back ribs. MInho’s arms shot back, grabbing Felix’s wrists weakly, as he couldn’t do much when he was on his stomach.

Lee Know’s face reddened almost immediately, cackling as his body was zapped of it’s energy, succumbing to the torture. When Felix turned around, he screamed when he felt hands grabbing at the back of his thighs, an incredibly weak spot for him.

He felt tears welling up, the lavender scent which had seemed so refreshing now seemed intoxicating as he tried his hardest not to faint.

Felix, obviously annoyed by the lack of secrets being spilled. He scribbled on the back of knees, not realizing Minho was gaining enough strength to suddenly flip over.

He grabbed Felix by the shoulders and the two wrestled playfully for control. Lee Know was gaining the upper hand until Felix smirked, hands shooting to bare underarms, crazed laughter shooting out of the older as he fell backwards.

“Are you ready to give in yet?”

“NAHAHAHA-”

Felix frowned yet again, hands slipping down to bare ribs, finally finding the spot that would break the older.

“YAHAHAHA NOHOHOOO AHHHHHH-!” The rest was cut off by silent laughter, Minho pleading as Felix knuckled ribs, straddled grip not allowing a moment of rest.

Felix lowered his hands to lightly tracing Minho’s stomach, allowing the older some words, but Lino couldn’t stop giggling, the oil making it tickle so much more.

“Nonono hahaha its bluuuhuhue” Felix stopped his tickling, giggling at Lino’s wrecked state, face red and covered with tears, chest heaving.

Felix got up and left, leaving Minho to recover. Now he needed to find out more….

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i hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request however pls check my intro before interacting! Part 3 will be out soon! Have a good day! 💗✨

#kpop tickle #skz tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz #kpop tickle fic #ticklish!minho #ler felix #sana's gifts fic series

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valiantphantomangel · 1 year

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A shoulder to cry on

Times are not always easy, you learned that the hard way.

Today was one of those days, were everything you did felt wrong, feeling not good enough or not seeing that you can make mistakes.

You rolled out of bed, got dressed in a pair of sweat pants and hoodie, and walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning young maiden" Thor's thunderous voice sounded from the seating area.

"Morning" you didn't look up and just put on some water to make thee.

"Are you alright? You sound upset" Loki said from the kitchen aisle.

"I'm fine" you picked up the kettle and poured it into a cup, almost burning yourself in the process.

'I can't even do that right' you thought to yourself.

Walking out of the kitchen and went straight to bed, thinking about how you should not be on the team.

Not even ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" a low voice was the only sound out of your mouth.

The two brothers came in and when the saw your tears they were quick by your side.

Loki wrapped a arm around you and letting you cry on his shoulder.

"What is bothering you Lady Y/N" Thor said in a soft voice, grabbing your hand.

"I just feel like am not good enough to be on this team, i dont have cool powers and I'm not strong or good in fighting, i always make mistakes" you cry out "I'm not supposed to be here".

"Darling look at me" you slowly raised your head towards Loki "You are a strong and beautiful woman that could rival the beauty of a goddess, you don't need powers to be special".

You sniffed and leaned into his shoulder, snuggling against him.

"Thanks guys, you c-can go n-now I'm fine".

"Not until we are sure you are alright" Thor said, his hand accidentally touched grazed along your side.

A giggle what escaped your lips, and you immediately knew you were screwed.

"What was that" Loki asked with a smug grin on his face.

"Nothing" you said quickly, to quickly.

"Oh really, so you feel nothing when a do this" he slowly grazed your side and again the stupid giggle sounded.

Knowing that you only hat on change to escape, you tried to get up.

But the two brothers were quicker, Loki pulled you flush against his chest and Thor grabbed your legs.

"I think i know the perfect way to cheer you up" Thor said and absolutely attacked your knees, while Loki went for your ribs.

"AHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHA GUYSHAHAH STAPHAHAHA"

"Not until your happy" Loki said in a low teasing voice "does this tickle"?

"YESHAHAHAHAHAH"

"tickle, tickle, tickle" Thor said seeing how you blushed at the word tickle.

"My, my i believe she is even more ticklish then you dear brother".

"IM HAPPYHAHAHAHAH NOWHIHIH LET ME GO".

"We can't just let you go when we haven't tickled your worst spot yet" Loki said.

You tensed up, if the hat seen your in counter with the rest of the avengers then they knew your worst spot.

Turns out you were right unfortunately.

Both of them went straight for the dead spots the knew of and tickled you half to dead.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH".

Your scream of laughter echoed through the halls, and after a few minutes they finally let you go.

You curled up in a ball with a smile still on your face.

Eventually Loki laid your head on his chest and watched how you slowly relaxed at the sound of his heart beat.

"Now dont ever think that you are not good enough, you are absolutely amazing just the way you are, or else we will have to cheer you up again" Loki said.

"And that would be awful" Thor said with a smile.

You smiled back and thought to yourself 'What I'm i lucky to have them'.

@lokiisiconic hope you like it!!

#tickle fic #tickling #flustered #ticklish ribs #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ler!loki #ler!thor #marvel fluff

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