#and never give me any reassurance of any kind you don’t fucking care about me and I wish you would just leave me alone

[xwiredearbuds2014x]

If they wanted to they would!!

#I’m so tired of dating people who don’t even like me and begging for the bare minimum #I can always tell when someone is about to leave me #I’m so tired of giving people the benefit of the doubt and trying to be understanding #the fact is if you never respond to my messages. act like you can’t get away from me fast enough #and never give me any reassurance of any kind you don’t fucking care about me and I wish you would just leave me alone #the stupidest most hopeful part of me always wants to believe they have a good reason for it and they’ll make it up to me later #I’m not going to be understanding anymore I want to scream I want to cry #why does this always happen

[wosoamazing]

Too Late To Be Fair

Warnings: death (caused by drunk driver), mentions of emotional abuse (R as a child), mentions of drinking and drunks, implications of self doubt and associated things, wishing someone would die. Please let me know if anything else.

Note: Grace is a fake player, due to previous ideas and maybe future ideas I had to make a player up... she does some things none of the girls would ever do....

A/N: Story inspired by Pray (Jessie Murph) & Mansion (NF) - and other things but I listened to these songs and I was like ooo good story idea. There probs will be a part 2. I hope you like it - also I know I said one of the McFoord fics would be out next but um yeah...

“Y/N We’re sorry to inform you but your Dad was in a car accident he was hit by a drunk driver” you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, you dad the drunk being hit by a drunk driver. Everyone looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N that’s not very appropriate,” Grace said, before others death stared her, clearly not knowing your situation, of course you were going to blow, especially at her, the thing you had wished for, for so long, finally happened, yet just after you cut him off, so it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean you could have an easier childhood, it was just another way of the universe punishing you. Waiting until you had moved out, cut your ties and in the spotlight, to finally kill him. Almost exactly a year since you cut him off, won the trial, got the restraining order, the one which he protested, causing the gruelling 3 day trial, to decide whether it was needed or not.

“Oh, sorry we don’t all have perfect little lives with perfect Mummies and Daddies, some of us actually had a shit childhood, faced real world problems, no rich bitch problems, oh Mummy and Daddy told me to pick up some rubbish, oh my life is shit they abuse me” you were dragged out of the locker room and into an empty physio room by Leah, Beth, Katie, Caitlin, and Steph who all sent you a glare when the door had shut, “Oh like she didn’t deserve it,” they all couldn’t but help let out a smile. There was an awkwardness in the room, as the girls all looked between each other not knowing how to approach this.

“You guys can all go, I’ve got this, thank you though,” Leah spoke, breaking the silence, everyone left except Beth, but Leah didn’t mind. You and Beth had a very close relationship, you had been close friends since your grassroots team, Beth helped you through the year of your life you realised you were gay, and then when you crushed on your now girlfriend, your then national Captain. Beth felt bad the year you told her about your Dad, she knew something was off but you never told anyone, barely anyone stills knows the full story, but that day Beth and you promised that you would be there for each other forever, and that was true, she had been there during your trial and so much more, and you were there for her when Dan broke up with her, Beth was really your rock and you were hers. Beth moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the room, giving you both space, whilst also being there in case you needed it. 

“Are you okay?” Leah couldn't find the right words, but she knew deep down the wrong words were what you needed her to say, you weren’t going to break, and release it all otherwise.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay Leah,” you looked up at her, she hadn’t even flinch at your words, instead she pulled you in for a hug. Which caused hot angry tears to fall from your eyes “Why now, why couldn’t it have been a year ago, 3 years, hell any time after I was 12. It’s unfair, its fucking unfair,” you paused, and Leah slowly slid her back down against the wall, bringing you down with her, your legs either side of hers as you sat in her lap. Your eyes connected with her soft kind caring blue eyes, and you could see how her lips formed a soft kind reassuring smile. You broke, big fat tears streamed down your face, as you sobbed, Leah gently pulled your body forward, so you were no longer sitting up, but leaning on her, she placed your head into the crock of her neck, before moving her arm to wrap around you lower body, her other hand was placed on your back, her thumb moving up and down, as she whispered reassuring words in your ear. 

“W-why now, when I’ve already lived the hard life, when I’ve been through all that shit. When I’m already screwed up, when I already have trust issues, when I already doubt myself everyday, so much so that I do it unconsciously” you sobbed into her neck.

“I know baby, it's not fair, and it's not right. But I’m here now, and I’ve got you.”

“I-I I used to wish he would die, I used to imagine cops showing up at the door when it was later than he used to come home, them telling me and me not being upset. I used to hope he just wouldn't come back from work trips. I used to imagine people asking me why I wasn’t upset when he died. I used to think of the fact that he was an alcoholic so he wouldn't get a kidney or liver transplant, unless it was a directed donation. I had to say yes, how could I say no if I was a match, but how could I say yes. You know how fucked up you feel when you think that stuff, you know how messed up I thought I was, but that was all his doing. It's just unfair.”

___

You had calmed back down and decided to go see all the girls again, the only problem was that no one had realised what song was playing in the locker room, too deep in conversation to be aware of it.

Waking up but wishing that you don’t. It’s something that I pray you’ll never know.

A song that connected with you so deeply sent you back over the edge, and you quickly spun on your feet and speed walked away, Beth followed behind you.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking McCabe” you girlfriend yelled.

“Wha?” the room had gone quiet and attention was drawn to the music, “Oh fuck, shit, sorry, we werent listening to it, its just automatically come on. I promise, I wasn't trying to be funny, I wouldn't do anything like that to Y/N”

Leah just turned around packing your bag and hers, “Tell Jonas we’re going home.”

“Sorry” Katie yelled as Leah went down the hall.

Leah found you sitting in the middle of one of the side hallways. Beth’s arms were wrapped around you and your body was shaking.

“Come on baby, let's go home.” She said as she placed a hand on your back, Beth slowly released her arms around you, which Leah quickly replaced with hers.

_____

“What’s on your mind? I know it's something more than your Dad” your girlfriend said as she sat down on the bed next to you, legs crossed and leaning back against the headboard. You had just arrived home.

“It's stupid.” you sighed, looking away from her eyes.

“I promise you, it's not stupid, it's your feelings, and your feelings are valid” she said, voice unwavering before pulling you into her lap.

“I don't know, I just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “What do you mean baby?” “I don't know, I just feel like something is going to happen, like something is going to happen and you’re going to realise that this was all a mistake and leave. You’re going to get sick of constantly being second guessed for no reason just because I’m messed up, because I don’t believe someone could actually love me this much. You’re going to get sick of me, and all my insecurities, ” she pulled your body into hers, your head finding a place in the crock of her neck, tears started to fall from your eyes, causing her neck to become wet.

“Y/N, baby, I love you so much, and I promise, there is not another shoe that will drop, we have been through so much together, we got through those 9 months together, we got through the trial together, and I promise we will get through whatever life throws at us together, forever, we will go through the highs and lows together. I love you so much, and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else. I will never hurt you, I promise.” 

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader #awfc #leah williamson x reader

[bonobun]

dom!sunghoon x fem!reader x taesan.

bestfriend’solderbrother!sunghoon

warnings: smut (MDNI), bestfriend!taesan, creampie, unprotected sex, usage of nicknames such as “slut” and “whore”, semi-clothed sex (?), dirty talk, exhibition (?), if i missed something pls lmk.

“w-we shouldn’t be doing this!” you said as sunghoon was thrusting so deep inside you that you weren’t capable of forming reasonable words.

“aw, darling, but you weren’t opposing to the idea of me fucking you earlier, or did you, hmm?” he said cockily, smirking as he fucked you even harder, listening to all the obscene sounds that were made by you and him.

•••

you didn’t know how you ended up in his bed knowing that your best friend taesan could walk up and see you guys in such position. but how did this even started?

taesan, your best friend, invited you to some netflix and chill, nothing new between you and him since you spent most of your time with him at his house. he has told you before that sunghoon was gonna be there but you didn’t care at all since you didn’t speak to him, just the normal hey’s or hi’s when you saw him passing by.

everything was going fine until taesan’s phone rang and he stood up, making you pause the movie that y’all were seeing.

“would you wait for me please, darling?” taesan said quickly, in which you only nodded. nicknames such as “darling” or “love” weren’t new between you and him, since you guys were so close and there wasn’t any uncomfortable moments.

you didn’t mind waiting for him to come back so you just started checking your phone to see what’s going on your social media. five or ten minutes passed by until you felt something heavy by your side, thinking it was taesan.

“oh hi you came bac-“ you were cut up until you saw who it really was. sunghoon.

“what was he doing here?” you asked yourself since it was kinda weird seeing him spending time with you or taesan, you thought he hated you kinda since he was never around, always with his friends or just locked up in his bedroom doing work.

“fancy seeing you here as well, y/n.” he replied ironically, looking at you and then at the tv.

“what are you doing here? did taesan invite you or something?” you asked, kinda annoyed since you didn’t wanna bother taesan if he ever saw you and sunghoon together, even though you weren’t doing something bad.

“i, i think i should leave right now, i don’t really wanna bother you or even taesan, if that’s fin-”.

“don’t. stay. why did taesan leave you here alone?” he asked, his eyes wandering looking up and down as if they were trying to read your face to find the answer.

“oh, he just left because he had an important call” you said, moving nervously your hands, playing with your fingers. it was the first conversation you ever had with sunghoon, and it kinda made you feel nervous.

“do you wanna go with me upstairs? it’s cold in here and you aren’t even wearing something that can warm you up. follow me, i’ll borrow you something warm.” he didn’t wait for you to reply and took you by the hand, making you walk fast going up in the stairs and entering his bedroom.

his bedroom was something you expected kinda, it was clean and everything was in order, sunghoon always looked like that type that has everything in place and now you’ve confirmed that theory.

but you were still kinda preoccupied about taesan, why was taking him so long to come back? was it more than a regular call or did he just leave and said that as an excuse?

“hey”. sunghoon said, waving to you as if you were in some kind of trance since you didn’t say anything for almost a minute. “is everything okay? you look so lost”

“oh, yeah, i was just thinking about taesan, i hope he’s okay…” you replied, almost in a whisper but he did hear you. he nodded, giving you a thumbs up for reassurance as an answer for what you just said.

“alright, you can take anything from here to wear, i don’t really mind at all.” he said lazily, lying down on his bed, waiting for you to take something from his closet.

“thank you.” you shyly said, looking at his clothes. getting closer to them, it all smelled like him. you didn’t mind, it was a good smell if you were being honest. giving him a tiny look for another check if it was okay for you to take something, you took the first thing you saw: some sweatpants and his big sweatshirt.

“you can change in here, i won’t look.” he said, took you by surprise as you didn’t expect him to say something like that. you simply just nodded and wished for the best.

taking off everything you had, leaving you in your panties, you kinda hoped he was looking at you, but he’s a gentleman, he wasn’t looking since you knew he might think it was disrespectful, but something inside of you kinda wished he did.

putting on his sweatshirt and sweatpants, you felt funny. everything looked big on you, especially the pants since they were falling almost from your legs.

“you look so cute, y/n.” sunghoon said, looking at you up and down, kinda in awe since you and him weren’t that close to be in this position.

“thank you, sunghoon, i’ll give this back to you before i leave.”

he palmed the bed, indicating that you can go and lie down beside him. you timidly, obeyed him, sitting next to him, in a weird but not uncomfortable silence.

fuck. looking at him, he was always so good looking, you always wondered if he ever had a girlfriend or have had any girls in his bedroom since you never really payed attention to him. taesan occupied most of your mind and thoughts, but you always had this little curiosity about his older brother.

you didn’t notice but you were getting closer and closer to him, and he didn’t mind at all this kind of closeness since he wasn’t moving away. feeling some big hands, he was giving some sweet caresses in your waist, as if he was asking for some kind of permission to shorten the distance.

his lips were so soft, you were really inexperienced since the only guy you’ve ever kissed was taesan, when you were two little kids and it was little peck. sunghoon was almost guiding you throughout all the kiss.

“it seems like you don’t know how to keep my rhythm, or do you?” he said, looking at you, blushing at such thing said. you wanted to hide your face, it was embarrassing for you.

“i’m sorry, i just-“. whining in embarrassment, he just laughed it off and kept kissing as if nothing happened.

the kisses were getting sloppier and messier, in one fast move, he sat you in his lap. moving your hips, feeling his rock hard cock poking your wet panties.

“let me help you get this off you, bunny” he said softly, taking off your -his- sweatpants in one quick move, leaving you in only his big shirt and your wet sticky panties.

placing one of his long fingers in your so sensitive area, made you moan lightly, gaining a smirk from him. moving aside your panties, two of his fingers were painfully rubbing between your folds, it was so good yet so hard to keep up since you just wanted to feel him.

“please, please!”

“please what, doll? use your words” he replied, looking at you. his eyes were so dark and lustful, almost impossible to maintain the eye contact.

“please, please! finger me please sunghoon!” you said. you couldn’t wait anymore.

his tongue tsked out loud, checking you out. he didn’t play hard to get, he inserted one of his fingers inside of you, making you moan out loud since it was kinda hurting you.

“doll, you’re so tight, i can’t even move my finger at all. let’s try to calm ourselves, yeah?” he said. kissing you softly on your cheeks and then on your lips. everything about him was so sweet it felt like a dream.

you calmed yourself down, and now everything felt even more good. his fingers had you moaning like a whore, gaining many groans from him. the sounds you were making were so so sweet to him, and the slick that was coming out of your pussy had him wishing that he could try it.

he took his fingers out of you, licking everything that was in them. everything was so obscene, almost out of some kind of porn video that you could have watched when you were alone in your room.

“let’s get you in all fours, will you?” he waited for you to get in position, while he was getting rid of him annoying pants and boxers. his dick was leaning precum and was so red on the tip, you wondered how was he gonna fit you?

“so obedient, my little bunny. now, let me prep you for my dick, or are you gonna be a brat and don’t let me?” his voice lower than ever, his big hands exploring every inch of your body and waist, almost too impossible for him to believe finally the girl of dreams is about to be fucked by him.

aligning his tip in your entrance, moving softly to not make you feel uncomfortable or even one tiny bit of pain. your mind was so muffled, sunghoon behind you, taesan could come in any moment and see you like this, what would he think of you?

your thoughts were swept as you felt this pain and such a delicious stretch. sunghoon went all in, whimpering and moaning at the feel. his cock was so big and thick it made you feel he was breaking you in two almost.

“w-we shouldn’t be doing this!” you said as sunghoon was thrusting so deep inside you that you weren’t capable of forming reasonable words.

“aw, darling, but you weren’t opposing to the idea of me fucking you earlier, or did you, hmm?” he said cockily, smirking as he fucked you even harder, listening to all the obscene sounds that were made by you and him.

it felt way too good, he was so right. ke keep thrusting harder and deeper, making your tits bounce at that. sunghoon was so out of his mind, just looking at such view in front of him.

taking you by the waist, making you put your back to his chest so you could be closer to him. his hands were hungrily touching everywhere, finally pecking one of your nipples, feeling that sting that felt way too good.

you heard some voices outside the room, recognizing taesan’s voice from miles away. panicking, you tried to keep your moans to yourself, which kinda failed.

“sunghoon? have you seen y/n?” taesan said, from the other side of the door, knocking.

“shut up, slut. or do you want him to hear you? what would he say if he ever saw you and heard you moan like a whore for cock, hm?” he whispered in your ear, noticing how you squeezed his cock at his words. “for sure, i knew you were into this”.

putting his hand on your mouth, he replied to his brother.

“no i haven’t” he went deeper once again “i think she left or something” one last thrust, and you felt all of his cum inside of you, making you moan so loud, regretting doing that.

“is y/n in there with you?” taesan sounded even more confused, as he opened the door.

he was mind blown, seeing you like that was something he never imagined and with his older brother… the atmosphere was so thick it was almost palpable.

“oh, what the fuck?” taesan almost screamed, looking down at his pants, where a growing erection was coming present.

#sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #boynextdoor smut #taesan smut #taesan hard hours #sunghoon hard hours

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Shameless

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷

@indigoballad and I were being messy after i came up with idea…

warnings: smut, cheating, multiple positions, kinda manipulative, infidelity.

Toji was a sick man. Sick enough to shake hands with your husband Sukuna as he congratulated you on the pregnancy. Eyes never leaving yours as he talked to your life partner. He had no shame.  Eye fucking you as he held a conversation with the alleged father of your child. But Toji knew the truth.

He had no shame the night he decided to breed you on the very bed you share with your husband.

He wasn’t home, though, it seemed he never was anymore, and after a whole three hours of arguing, Sukuna let out a mumble of divorce before leaving you alone in the apartment.

Truly that man has no shame. Not as he cooed in your ear, “Stop crying, baby. You are too pretty for this.” wiping the few tears that slowly ran down your face. You could feel the heat coming from his body, from how close he was. 

“Toji, he’s leaving me. Sukuna is actually going to divorce me.” You sobbed.

“He is an idiot and an asshole.” Toji would smoothly say like he wasn't a long-time business partner with your husband. Moving a braid away from your face, feigning any true care for what Sukuna did.

“I just wanted a baby. A child of our own, like little your Megumi. He is adorable.” You let out a shaky breath. “I thought he was ready. But then he started coming home later and later. So when I pointed it out, he snapped at me. 

“If you want a little Megumi, I can give you one.”

“Excuse me?” Who does he think he is?

“I mean, I can give you a baby.”

“Do you not have any shame?”

“No.” He smirked. “Think about it, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby.” He only rolled his eyes.

“Just think about it. Sukana is leaving you anyway. And you want a baby.”

You weren’t an idiot, you knew he had a habit of lingering touches and wandering eyes. But you wanted to hear him say it out loud. To your face. “And what do you get out of it, huh?”

“You.” He said without hesitation

“Oh.”

“I want you. Let me give you a baby.” His face was now inches from yours. His breath fanned your face. 

You’d be a fool to pretend you weren’t attracted to Toji in some kind of way. But this? It was different. He inched his hand up your lap and was now gripping your thigh awaiting your response.

It would be okay, right? If Sukuna is leaving you, then who cares? You can say you got a surrogate and divorce him.

And Toji wants you.

No. Toji needs you. 

Needs to be in you.

So who were you to deny him, or yourself?

You don’t know how long it has been. Or what room Toji had dragged you into next. But you were bent over a desk. And Toji seemed to have made it his goal to fuck you in every room. All Eighteen…

Making you suck his dick in the cinema. 

Fucking against the bookshelf of your personal library.

Bending you over your antique piano in the music room.

And now you lay over your husband’s desk in his home office as Toji plowed into you like a madman. It was like he had limitless stamina. In fact, it seemed like he was gaining more energy with each thrust. The way he was fucking you was inhumane. 

He had one goal. And that goal was to breed you until he physically couldn’t keep moving. 

And that he did.

By the time he was done with you. He had tears in his eyes, his pubes were drenched in both of your fluids, and he lay flat on his stomach, fingers scooping the cum that oozed from your beaten, raw cunt, right back in. 

“I have to make sure it sticks. My love.” 

Toji paid for someone to clean up the mess the two of you made, not wanting the regular maids to come and report back to Sukuna right away.

Toji reassured you everything would be fine if you got pregnant. He’d take care of you as soon as Sukuna left you.

But what Toji didn’t know was that Sukuna had no intention of leaving you. Ever. 

Paranoia AKA Pt. 2

#cat writes ★ #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji headcanons #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #black reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader

[astrolynnworld]

stress reliever

pairing: chris x reader

summary: the baby is taking a toll on the readers mental health so chris decides to be her stress reliever

warnings: smut! pregnant reader, mental health, sadness, stress, smut, language, dom chris, reassurance, praise, love, romance

a/n: love me a request

word count: 1,127

life sucks so much lately. everything is a nuisance

i feel like my decisions aren’t mine anymore, everything i do revolves around this baby.

and i can’t help but feel like that’s never gonna change.. because isn’t that what having a kid is like?

putting them first above you at all times because you want them to push for more than you ever could?

it’s all so stressful. i wouldn’t even know the first thing about being a mother, yet i have 4 months until i officially become one.

i can’t even do the things i used to enjoy anymore. all i do is eat, sleep, feel sick, and linger around the house

chris tries his best to keep me active and motivated but nothing has been working

i feel like he can tell that i’ve been so down lately

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“baby come on let’s go for a walk” chris begs

“i don’t want too. i want to stay in bed” i reply

“come on, you’ve been in bed all day. let’s go outside” he responds back

“chris it’s fine, the day is almost over. we don’t need to be outside doing absolutely nothing.” i snap then retract

chris climbs into bed with me

“baby what’s wrong.. honestly” he starts up

i sigh trying to hold back my tears, “i just feel like im not ready to be a mother”

“why would you ever think that baby?” he says softly

“how am i supposed to take care of our baby girl when i can barely take care of myself? i have NOTHING going for myself chris.” i start the sentence to my mini rant

“how will she ever look up to her failure of a mother? the mother with a shitty job, no car, and can’t even make anything of herself” i say starting to cry at this point

“i’m NOT ready to bring a child into my world. im going to be a TERRIBLE mother chris. don’t you see that?” i ask rhetorically while resting my face in my hands

chris grabs my chin, “y/n..”

“don’t chris.” i say

“look at me y/n”

i look up to a soft kind glare plastered on chris’ face

he starts wiping my tears away, “you’re the most beautiful, kindest, honest, loving, hard working woman i know”

“there is not a doubt in my mind that you’re going to be an amazing and incredible mother” he continues

“you’re not afraid speak your mind, you’re so independent, you don’t let any obstacle overcome who you are, and you’re always down for a good challenge”

i let out a soft smile

“i’d be LUCKY if our daughter was anything like you. i’d rather nothing more.”

“do you really mean that?” i ask

“you think our daughter should come out anything like me” he says while laughing

“no..” i chuckle back

“exactly. you don’t see what i see but of course you’re the perfect role model for our daughter, you’re an amazing person y/n. and i know you’re going to be an amazing mother.” he responds back in a smile

i calm down and give chris a hug

“im so grateful that i have you by my side doing this with me” i say as i hug him tighter

i pull away and give him a kiss

“i love you so much y/n” he says before giving me another kiss

then another one..

and another one…

“christopher.” i laugh

“come on” he smiles as he flips me on my back, “your lips are so soft” he dives back into another kiss

he starts kissing down my neck

“chris.. you don’t have to do this” i say as i put up a little resistance

“shh baby, just let me show you how amazing you are” he responds

i nod my head bring my neck up for another kiss on the lips. to which he fulfills

he keeps kissing me as he slides me out of my pants and underwear.

“fuck your pussy is so pretty baby.” he says while rubbing my clit

i let out a slight moan at the warm hand rubbing my juices in

“so wet for me baby” he says as he lifts his hand to taste my juices

“you make me so hard baby”

“chris please..” i whine

“please what baby” he responds

“please fuck me”

“dont need to ask me twice” he chuckles as he whips out his cock

he starts teasing the outside of my pussy with his head

causing me to arch my back into the sheets

“fuck you’re so hot baby. how bad do you want it”

“so bad, please please please put it in baby” i beg

he slides his cock in slowly and i whimper at the feeling of his member filling my hole

“fuck chris. i forget how big you are” i whisper in a whine

he bends his head to meet a kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in and out

“you’re so perfect for me baby, don’t ever forget that.” he says through grunts

“you’re mine. only mine” he continues

i continue to let the praise wash over me as he pounds inside me

“i want you to say it for me baby. say that you’re mine” he says while picking up the pace

“im yours chris” i whimper

“say that you’re my pretty little girl” he demands

“im your pretty little girl chris only yours” i continue to whine

“yes baby. say that you’re an good girl” he continues

“i’m such a good gir- fuck. i’m the best girl”

“yes keep saying it baby, i want to hear you louder” he groans

“i’m a good girl chris. i’m such a good girl. i’m only your good girl. i’m a good girl.” i continue as i feel my orgasm overtake my stomach

chris’ pace quickens as he feels my pussy clench around him

“ooh fuck chris. don’t stop.” i beg him as i ride my high out

“i’m gonna cum too baby” chris cries

“yes baby cum in me. fill me up” i moan out to him

he throws his head up and lets out a loud exhale from his mouth as he releases his all into me

“oh my go- fuck.” says chris

i start chuckling

“what’s so funny” he says as he starts looking down at me

“nothing. i just love you so much” i reply

“well i love you more baby. i hope you never have to question my love for you”

he pulls out of me and helps me up so we can wipe me down and put my clothes on

“i hope that took all your worries and stress away princess” he says as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead

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a/n- i don’t know if i’m tagging right but @sturnioloenthusiast @littlebookworm803 <3

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[sminiac]

Hey, could I request piwon and how you think they would react to finding out the reader (their partner) is a virgin? Totally fine if you don’t, hope you have a great day :)

💌 — No ofc i can my sweets! this idea is so AJSJDHAJS

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ Y. Keeho

The type to sit there silently, eyes flickering around the room because he’s being pranked… right? Like he literally won’t believe you until you’re telling him why — if there’s a reason— and how on earth you’ve never been fucked before?

Unironically thinks you’re so cute for being shy about it, like pinches your cheeks and coos at you in a high pitched voice until you’re swatting a hand at him and telling him to knock it off. When he settles he still has that big pretty grin on his face, telling you that it’s okay, you’ll know everything there is to be learned if you’ll let him show you.

“We’ll move at your pace sweet girl, don’t be silly, I’ll make sure to keep talking to you.”

Being a leader is in this man’s blood! Knows how to take care of you because he certainly has the experience to, and if not— well he’s got a good head on his shoulders to keep you calm and comforted throughout the process, even if he himself is a little nervous on going about how to touch you.

He’s very mature about the entirety of it, dependable if you’re scared or unsure, he makes sure that he goes into it with realistic expectations and possibilities, so beforehand he’d want to thoroughly talk it out before becoming intimate with you for the first time, that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, that nothing could possibly scare him off or gross him it. Just wants you to know that no matter what he’ll take care of you!

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

#1 to care the least because you have him now, why should he be worried about who you’ve slept with and who you haven’t? Finds something so romantic about it though, being able to be the first to have you. He’s quite relaxed when you explain to him that you’ve never had sex before, tells you that you won’t have to worry about being clueless about how to pleasure a man any longer or what sex is to you, because he’ll teach you, help you find out, he’d do anything to gain a positive and fun sex life with you.

Reassures you that even though it’s your first time with him it’s also his first time with you, so there’s absolutely no pressure whatsoever, that the nerves are mutual, and that your first time will merely be an introduction to each others bodies than it is to gain pleasure from, because there’s plenty time ahead for that. Immediately wants to know your likes and dislikes, even if your list is small, if it’s a blank slate completely he’ll want to know if he can help you find the likes through experimenting, and he’s so gentle and kind about it too.

“We’ll figure everything out together, don’t be shy honey, touch me, just like you talked about before.”

He’s really good at directing you, but not so much that it makes you a little too conscious about what exactly you’re doing, he makes sure to call you names that make you melt with that tone of voice that makes you warm inside, and his praise is top tier, isn’t shy about letting you know when you’re getting the hang of something at all. He’s so soft when giving you a helping hand or a few tips, very vocal about his likes so you’ll catch onto the rhythm of his pleasure and how to work him higher into it.

Theo’s just incredibly sweet and considerate, reminds you that if you’re ever wanting to stop there’s no shame in calling it quits, he’s more concerned for you over reaching his orgasm. It’s the same with kinks, you suddenly find something you think you’ll be into and want to try it out? He’s more than down! He’s ridiculously good at keeping you grounded and feeling like you’re in control, because you are, but that can sometimes get lost in the midst of sex due to how stimulating it is to the senses. You’re ever feeling a little more sensitive and in result a few tears slip? No worries, he’s so quick to catch on to the shift in the air and immediately puts a pause to the situation just to take care of you.

⋆ C. Jiung

Has a soft gentle smile on his face that makes you restless under his gaze. He doesn’t interrupt you when you speak, he’s too busy taking in every word you say like it’s the first time he’s hearing your voice. Nods his head along, when you get stuck on your words he’s taking your hands into his and squeezing them encouragingly, “You’ve got it babe, keep going.” Goodness. When you finally admit to your lack of experience he’s completely understanding, maybe laughs at you for being so dramatic about something that’s truthfully not that serious, but he soothes you anyways.

He wouldn’t take the time to ask you why, because he knows it’s really none of his business and he doesn’t want to pry, what he wants to know though is if you want him to help ease you into the technicality’s of sex. The type to even offer himself to you if you want to find things out for yourself, and he’d follow through with it to the end.

“Y’don’t think I care, do you? God- want you just as bad, ruin you for anyone else.”

Knowing you’ve never been with anyone else before puts his little corruption kink that he didn’t know he had into drive, and he’s very open about it. If you like someone with a possessive nature to them, he’s definitely your guy! Normally he’s very reserved and observant of himself and others, friendly in short, caring, so you’d never expect for him to be telling you things in bed that make your hips grind in search of relief to the ache you aren’t quite sure how he’ll satiate yet, but whatever it is, you need it.

Like any decent person, he’d ask beforehand if he can do anything you didn’t discuss prior, like if he can place his hand on your throat, if how he’s talking to you isn’t too mean, or too much. Makes sure to check in with you whenever he’s transitioning into unfamiliar territory, praises you for being brave and curious, but not without the reminder that he’s the only one who’ll be able to make you feel like this.

⋆ H. Intak

Another who is absolutely shocked, because you? There’s no way. He wouldn’t be loud about his surprise to your confession, but there’d be a sliver of him that wouldn’t fully believe it to be true. Has a bad habit of losing his filter completely when he’s surprised, and this is one of those times. “But you’ve had my dick in your mouth before? You’re telling me it’s the first dick that’s been in your mouth?” He’s bonkers. After the information settles and he comes to terms with it, he feels a wash of pride strumming at his ego, but then it’s quickly dispersed once he remembers that you probably had no idea what you were doing giving him head, and then he starts to feel bad.

Pulls you into him so that you’re chest to chest, eye to eye and reassures you that when you do have sex he promises to be more patient and careful with you. Strokes your face gently and looks at you with his big pretty eyes, admitting that even when the time comes, he doesn’t think he’d last long at all so don’t expect for the time to somehow slip through your finger, which is impossible, because it’s Intak.

“You trust me? Tell me please, do anything you want me to, just want t’be inside of you.”

Okay maybe he lied, at least just a little, but he can’t help it! You just feel so good he can’t refrain from begging you to make him feel good, babbling on and on about how you’re made for him, that he thinks he exists for the sole purpose of being pleasured, used by you. Gets so caught up that you repeatedly have to ask of him what to do, how to know if you’re making him feel good, but he’s fucked out so quickly it’s hard to even speak, just a dump reiteration of “Good, good! fuck— too good!” As your hips rock only slightly against his.

This definitely happens the first few times, and even after he would still fail to be 100% coherent and present in the moment, but he’d at least be able to have you sunken over him for more than 15 minutes without cumming, but that’s only if there’s minimal movement. To wrap it up in one he’d seem like more of the virgin in this situation than you, would even apologize over and over for being so pathetic, but he’d make up for it with the use of his mouth and fingers. At least then he’d be able to do more.

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[jksprincess10]

Hey idk if ur requests are open ( if not just ignore this) I would like to request a Joel x fem!reader where we in the situation that we are in the forest and it’s just so cold that Joel try’s to help us ;) it can go in a kind of smutty way, but if you are not comfortable with that it’s totally fine :)

Thanks in advance 🌺

Thank you !! I loved writing this!

The tracker

CW: smut, unprotected sex, age difference.

They called you the tracker. No one knew your real name. Like the nickname suggested, you could track anyone down. In these hard times, it was your job, especially after leaving the fireflies. It was the only way to survive. Joel had hired you to track down his brother Tommy, an ex-firefly, which made your job easier. You had an eye on him at Jackson, Wyoming, but the road there was a tiring one.

You’d just have to find him. Joel took care of everything else.

Seasons changed under your eyes by the day. You were so close to your target. But a white coat enveloped the forests you were crossing, and it was so cold.

You stopped after a long day of walking, taking cover behind a huge rock that stopped some of the wind coming your way. You got started on a fire while Joel checked on the food you two had left. He was a silent partner, and you didn’t know much about him. He was pragmatic, quiet, and almost scary. You heard he had done bad things in the past, and maybe it showed from his bruised knuckles and numerous scars.

“Stupid fucking snow will slow us down.” He finally grunted.

You watched the flames lighting up the night, the reassuring smell of smoke filling up your lungs. You shrugged with a smile.

“Sorry you have to spend more time with me. As long as I get paid, I don’t mind how long it’ll take.”

“You will, tracker.”

With little small talk, you two ate and you went to sleep in your sleeping bag. The fresh air made it hard for you to sleep, and you were starting to shiver. You were a big talker, but you weren’t used to such harsh conditions. Joel looked at you for some time, before saying:

“Take off your clothes.”

You sat up and frowned your eyebrows at him.

“What?”

“Take off your clothes and give me some space."

“Damn, if you’re trying to fuck me, there are better ways to ask for it.”

He shot you a dirty look, but you simply smiled as you peeled off the layers.

You had thought about Joel in that way. Yes. He was physically attractive, strong, and older.

“I’m just trying to let you die of hypothermia. It’s easier to get heat with two naked bodies.”

Of course, you knew. You’d just never thought he’d… ask. Your coat, thick sweater and pants left the sleeping bag, leaving you shivering in your panties and bra. Joel approached slowly, not looking at you as he took off some of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers. You stared at him without any shame, as he wiggled himself in your small sleeping bag. He put his arms around you, your back flush against his back. He was as warm as he looked. You felt yourself blush as you felt every inch of his body. Joel could barely look at you, as his warm hands laid on your stomach.

You eventually shivered less and less.

“Well, this is fucking awkward.” You finally said. “But warm.”

“You’re welcome.”

It had been so long since you two felt the presence of anyone, the warmth of a body, the close sounds of breathing. Your bodies did manifest the normal reaction of arousal.

“I can feel your hard-on.”

“Sorry.”

“Just take me to diner before fucking me, damn.”

For the first time, you heard his breathy laugh.

“Been a while.” He apologized again.

“Same. You’re hot though, not just in the warm way.”

Did it sound cheesy? Yes? Did it work? Also, yes.

Joel’s warm hand traveled south, finding the edge of your panties, before cupping your sex. His warmth made you lose your breath for second. His digits explored your wet folds blindly, as he was holding you close. His lips traveled to your neck. There was not an ounce of softness in this man, still he tried to give some softness to you. You ass pressed against Joel’s bulge, making him groan slightly.

Two of his fingers caressed your clit, making you whimper softly. You were getting wetter by the second, and you squirmed against him, leaning your pelvis more into his touch. Joel’s movements got rougher, until you found your sweet release.

He got rid of your underwear and his, and you felt his length tease your slit. You whimpered and tried to relax as he inserted his length between your folds, until he bottomed out, his hips hitting your ass.

It was a stretch, yes, but the pain made you feel something else than the cold and the hunger. One of his hands kept your hips in place as the other one crept up your bra. You let him do anything he wanted, moving against him only when he did, with lazy thrusts. You both didn’t have much energy left from walking all day, only relying on the desperateness of your need. His name left your lips, even though it felt too intimate. He didn’t know yours, so animalistic groans replace any coherent words.

He kept thrusting slowly, but forcefully, until he found his release, more warmth spilling between your thighs.

You sighed and thanked him for warming you up, falling asleep while he was cleaning you up with a smile.

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[hamzahsslut]

hi!!! can you do a story where hamzah is really insecure and needs reassurance???

yesyesyes!!! call me toxic but i really love vulnerable men🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

summary: Hamzah has been distant lately so you decide to pay him a visit. Turns out your assumptions were completely wrong.

It’s been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend. he’s being really dry in his texts and not answering your calls. You’re not stupid, you know he’s probably just trying to give you a hint that he’s going to break up with you.

You’re sick of this though, of these mixed signals. One day he says he loves you and the next he’s being really dry. You decide you’re not putting up with this, if he wants to break up then he better hurry it up and do it soon.

It’s currently 11 pm but you can’t help but stir. You have no idea what’s going on with Hamzah. This is so unlike him to be avoiding you. You can’t sleep so you decide to get up and go for a drive. This normally clears your mind and leaves you feeling at least at little better.

Turns out driving did NOT clear your mind but instead made it run even faster. You ended up driving over to Hamzah’s apartment. You sit there for a while not knowing if you should go in or give him space. You sit for a few more minutes until you realise, fuck giving space, he’s acting so strange and it’s worrying you. Martin said he’s almost been really down lately so maybe this is something more personal than him trying to give you hints.

So you decide to go knock, you love him and need to know what the fuck is going on.

After a few minutes of him not answering the door you decide maybe he’s not home or he’s asleep. You turn around to leave but hear the door unlocking.

The door slowly opens revealing a crying Hamzah.

“Baby?” you breathe out, scanning his face and body for any physical injuries but none.

“Y/n” he says, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to check if you’re okay, which you’re clearly not so.. can I come in?” you say, letting yourself in. This has basically been your second home recently so entering his apartment and smelling him comforts you, until you remember what’s happening.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you turn back around, reaching out to touch his face but not knowing if you guys were like THAT anymore.

“I- just” he says, he’s clearly too upset and agitated to talk so you decide to just sit on the couch and wait for him to join you. which eventually he did.

“Is it me? did I do something wrong Hamzah, because if you want me to go i won’t, you can break up with me but I need to make sure you’re okay because i love you and care for you” you ramble out, your mind running at a million miles per hour.

“nonono- you didn’t do anything, I just-, i’m scared” he replies, sitting closer to you.

you take this opportunity to reach over to his face and wipe a few tears off his face. You look at him.

“you can talk to me, please not ice me out baby” you whisper, kissing him lightly. This hurts you so much seeing how hurt he is, you wish you could take it out of him.

“I just- I was reading comments on that stream we did together” he whispers, “and people were saying you’re too pretty for me, and that I don’t deserve you” he hiccups, avoiding eye contact.

“Hamzah” you sigh out, kind of relieved he’s not sick or in actual pain. You can’t help but let out a giggle. “so is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I just thought that, maybe if i leave now it would ease the pain of you realising you’re too good for me” he says, looking up at you.

You place another kiss on his lips, moving to sit on his lap. “don’t be silly Hamzah you’re everything I ever wanted” you say, wiping the rest of the tears away. You know how hamzah can be sometimes but you’ve never seen him be so insecure about your guys’ relationship before.

“these people don’t know anything” you whisper, kissing different parts of his face.

“They don’t see us every day, how well you treat me. How you make me feel and how much more handsome you are in real life”

“So, you still love me?” he asks and you can’t help but laugh.

“Of course I love you Hamzah.” another kiss. “but please, next time if you feel like this, don’t ice me out. I love you but you had me so worried”

“I know, i’m sorry” he whispers looking down. “I just thought you maybe wanted time apart from me, im way too clingy”

“hamzah, i love how clingy you are. If i could i’d live inside your skin with you. Look at me, I’m here, in my pijamas at 11:30pm on a Wednesday night. I couldn’t bear to live another minute without you.” You don’t mind reassuring Hamzah, sometimes you overthink too. It shows he truly cares about you.

You kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close.

“i missed your smell” he says laughing.

“can you stay the night?”

“obviously i’m staying the night silly, let’s go to bed.” you say, getting off him and grabbing his arm.

As you both get cozy in Hamzah’s bed he lays his head on your chest. the instant comfort you get from his breathing.

You place a light kiss on his forehead, whispering i love you before closing your eyes. Without anything bothering you, you both sleep peacefully.

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[aynavaano]

Do I look moderate to you?

Part six of the Crosshair × you series

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3k

Summary:

Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Eventually you decide to go together but when Crosshair learns that you had a crush on Howzer before he met you he get’s really cocky and wants to fuck shit up.

Notes:

After a huge chapter of hurt/comfort I wanted to grace us with peak Crosshair smut. After working through his traumas he is back to his cocky self and decides to fuck shit up. We have fingering, edging and rough unprotected sex, soft dom Crosshair, just how I like him and I hope you too.

Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Since the Batchs last mission went sideways, he hasn’t left your side and has gotten very protective and vocal about his fear of loosing you. Nonetheless, you remain steadfast in your commitment to assist Rex, despite Crosshair's reservations.

"I'll be fine, Cross. Rex needs my help and I promised him," you assert, meeting his concerned gaze with reassurance. “Before we met I was perfectly safe with the team”

But Crosshair insists on at least accompanying you to ensure your safety. «Fine but I can't let you go alone. I'm coming with you," he declares, his tone tinged with worry. Despite understanding his concerns, you stand firm in your decision, affirming your trust in Rex and his team to keep you safe. But Crosshair makes it clear: You either go together or you won’t be going anywhere near a mission and eventually you give in, at least you won’t have to miss him then.

When Echo arrives to transport you to the new improvised base, everyone is happy to see him but as you say goodbye to the rest of the crew and get onboard the ship a slight tension creeps in. Just when you settle in for the journey Echo's words resound through the ship, a sense of nostalgia and regret lingering in the air. "Everyone will be so happy to have you back for a while, your skills are often missed, and your laughter made every mission so much lighter" Echo remarks, his tone tinged with sincerity. "I honestly never thought you'd leave us. We all kind of knew you joined because you had a crush on Howzer. Just Howzer probably didn't realize it until it was too late" he jokes with a hearty laugh.

Crosshair's reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he turns to you with a questioning gaze. "You never told me that," he states, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of hurt.

Caught off guard by his reaction, you pause for a moment before responding. "I didn't think it was necessary," you admit, meeting his gaze with honesty. "Nothing happened between us, Crosshair. Howzer seemed not to be interested in me, and I was over my crush on him long before I met you," though you know that it probably wasn’t the best idea to keep this from him, just now that he is trying to learn to trust and accept the situation with Hunter.

The tension is uncomfortable, Echo's off-the-cuff revelation hanging between you and the weight of unspoken emotions adding to the unease of the moment. Despite the discomfort, you know that honesty is the only way forward. Since he recently opened up more to his emotions he has also become more vulnerable, you love that new side of him but you also know that you need to be more careful with him now.

“Okay listen, Echo is right, back on Ryloth I had set my heart on Howzer and when he offered me to come with him and join Rex’s crew, because they needed every help they could get, I gladly accepted. I wanted to spend more time with him and hoped it … ah I don’t even know what I hoped for. But he never showed any interest in me and what eventually made me stay was Rex and the others, they became friends and I was of great help. But I left all of that behind to be with you” …”Crosshair," you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "I love you. There's no reason for you to be jealous." Your words carry a sincerity that echoes through the tense atmosphere, a reassurance meant to soothe the doubts that lingered.

Echo, sensing the weight of his words, interjects with a note of apology. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to drop that info on you like this, I thought you know Crosshair"

Crosshair doesn’t answer but he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, resting his head on yours and so you spend the rest of the journey in uneasy silence. The tension is palpable, especially with Crosshair's presence beside you, however, the atmosphere shifts as the Remora finally sets down on Rex’s new makeshift base and you step off alongside Crosshair.

The welcoming committee displays a mix of surprise and joy at your arrival, but the unexpected appearance of Crosshair raises a few eyebrows. Rex is more than happy to see you and pulls you into a tender hug. "Thank you for coming in for assistance. Glad to see you both. Didn't expect you, Crosshair. Everything alright?"

Crosshair's response is blunt and tinged with arrogance. "We all know how the last visit went, Rex. I'm not taking any chances here."

You quickly step in to explain Crosshair's presence, emphasizing his concern for your safety. "Crosshair insisted on coming along. He's just looking out for me."

Rex nods, understanding but still wary. As the group makes their way to the briefing room and Rex starts to explain the mission, Crosshair's protective instincts are on full display. He shadows your every move, his presence both reassuring and stifling. He makes sure to keep you as far away from Howzer as possible and if looks could kill he would already be dead by now. When Crosshair insisted on coming with you, you already knew he wouldn’t leave your side and you didn’t mind, but to have him jealous made it worse and when Howzer makes a light-hearted but sardonic comment about leaving your "pet" at home next time, Crosshair's patience wears thin.

"Say that again" he growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he steps forward carefully pushing you behind him guarding you with his body, his fists clenched, ready to throw hands.

You interject quickly, placing a calming hand on Crosshair's arm. "It's okay, Cross," you say soothingly, shooting Howzer a pointed look. "We're all just a little on edge. Let's focus on the task."

Since the escape from Teth, the tension between Crosshair and Howzer had simmered down a little, but the dynamic between them remained volatile and the situation with you is pure fuel to the fire.

"You had your chance with her and you messed it up, now leave her alone." Crosshair hisses at Howzer “She’s mine now, if you like it or not.”

Howzer tries to look completely startled but he is not good at it, no one in this room would fall for that “so this is what’s it’s all about” he growls.

“How touching. Don’t think I’m a fool, I see the way you look at her, try to be close to her, try again and you will not live to see the next sunrise.” Crosshair grunts, grinding his teeth and getting ready to fistfight Howzer.

Rex, sensing the need to diffuse the situation, interrups "Moderation please. Let's keep it civil, everyone," he says, his voice firm but measured. "Believe it or not we’re all on the same team here."

Crosshair scoffs incredulously. "Do I look moderate to you?" he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not here to play nice. I'm here to make sure she’s safe" …»and I’ll do whatever is needed» he adds with a hostile glance towards Howzer while drawing you closer, one arm around your waist.

You quickly intervene, trying to diffuse the situation. "It’s okay Cross. Don’t let him get a rise out of you, let's focus on the mission, the faster we get through the sooner we’ll be back home."

Crosshair reluctantly relents, but the tension between him and Howzer remains palpable, simmering just below the surface.

As Rex tries to continue the briefing, Crosshair leans in close behind you, his voice low and husky as he whispers dirty thoughts in your ear.

"I can't wait to get you alone, love. I’m going to rip those pretty clothes off and have my way with you, remind you that only I can make you feel that way"

His words send shivers down your spine, the heat pooling between your legs as you struggle to focus on Rex's explanations.

"I’m going to make you scream my name, make you beg for more. I want you writhing beneath me, completely at my mercy."

Each whispered promise from Crosshair ignites a fierce craving within you, his desire overwhelming your senses. It’s been a while since he let his dominant side get a hold of him and you love it.

«Remind you who you belong to and fuck you absolutely senseless.»

"Cross» you whisper and shot him a sultry but warning glance, your mind already racing at the thought of what he’s going to do to you. You know this is because of Howzer, because you didn’t tell him and he feels the need to prove to you that no one loves you like he does and show everyone you’re his. It’s either this or letting him throw hands with Howzer. He might deserve it for calling Crosshair your pet but you’d much rather have Cross all over you.

"I’m going to make you scream so loud, Howzer won't even think about coming near you again." he continues and you have to hold back a chuckle, cause it’s just like you thought, you know him so damn well. You can’t help but smirk, his words sending a jolt of arousal through you, making it hard to focus on anything else. You try to pay attention to Rex, but Crosshair's naughty whispers keep drawing you in.

«I want to feel you squirming under me, clenching around my cock when I finally have mercy and let you cum."

Each word he utters fuels your desire, making you ache for the moment when you can be alone together. Rex's briefing becomes nothing but background noise as Crosshair's fantasies consume your thoughts.

As the briefing finally concludes and everyone begins to load the shuttle and make preparations for departure, you make your way to one of the cargo rooms to retrieve some gear. Crosshair follows closely behind, and as soon as he enters, he locks the door behind him.

In the dimly lit cargo room, his eyes gleam with a primal hunger as he pins you against the cold wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. His hands roam possessively over your curves, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With a hungry growl, he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with yours taking in your taste, leaving you breathless.

He trails kisses along your neck, his fingers delving between your thighs, immediately teasing and tormenting your clit with an overwhelming precision. You gasp and moan as he plunges two fingers deep inside your dripping wetness without a warning, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, already leaving you a whimpering mess in his arms «What do you want my love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want to hear you beg for it.."

You can barely form words as pleasure consumes you, your body aching for more. Crosshair's fingers work you mercilessly, edging you closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. "Come on," he whispers, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "I want to hear you moan louder, or I’ll edge you until you can't think straight anymore"

Your breath catches in your throat as he quickens his pace, driving you completely crazy with each stroke of his fingers. "Please," you whimper, your voice barely more than a desperate plea. "I need to cum, Crosshair. Please let me cum."

He chuckles darkly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Not yet, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "If you want me to make you cum I want to hear you scream my name."

You nod desperately and with that, he intensifies his thrust, pushing you to the brink of madness, two fingers in your drenching pussy rubbing against that sweet spongy spot and his thumb deliciously circling your clit. You cling to him desperately whimpering, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure you writhe beneath his touch, as he drives you relentlessly towards the edge, satisfied that your moans are getting louder and louder. And when you finally reach the pinnacle, it's like an explosion of sensation, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. "Crosshair!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the walls as pleasure washes over you in a tidal wave, his strong arms the only thing thats holding you up.

Your lips meet his in a passionate embrace, your body still humming with the intensity of your orgasm. Crosshair holds you tight up against the wall, kissing you through the afterglow of your climax until your breath slows down and your legs support your weight again. With a content smile, you gaze up at him, feeling intoxicated by the raw pleasure he gave you. "I'm pretty sure everyone on the base heard that," you remark playfully, a loving glint in your eyes. "Hope you proved your point." you chuckle and kiss him softly.

But instead of a response, Crosshair's lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes smoldering with unquenched desire. Without a word, he pulls you closer, his hands trailing along your body with a possessive urgency. "Oh, my love," he murmurs huskily against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm far from finished with you."

Crosshair's desire ignites into a burning intensity as he pulls you close, his hands firm and possessive and he guides you into position against the wall. He turns you around and lifts up you shirt, so your bare chest is pressed against the cold wall, the sensation of the cold steel against your nipples making you twitch. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he positions himself behind you, his thick cock throbbing with anticipation as he presses himself against your dripping wet pussy. You moan softly at the sensation, your arousal building with each passing moment.

“Will you be a good girl and take my cock?” Crosshair growls, grasping your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he positions himself at your entrance and without warning, he thrusts into you with a forceful urgency, his sizable cock stretching you to the limit as he buries himself to the hilt. The sound of his flesh meeting yours fills the air, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls as he pounds into you.

He sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust driving you closer to the edge again, Crosshair's voice fills the room with a stream of dirty words that send shivers down your spine. "You like that, don't you?" he breathes into your ear, «when I make sure everyone knows who you belong to» his words dripping with lust and desire. Your answer is barely more than a whimper. He fucks you so damn good it’s debilitating.

With each powerful thrust, Crosshair's need consumes you both, his hips meeting yours with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless, one hand tightly wrapped around your neck, restricting your bloodflow. «Tell me what you want, love» he whispers. You cling to the sensation, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as he drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. "Oh Cross…, please, fi… fill me up" you moan, «I want to… feel you cum inside of me» your voice a desperate plea for more and he obliges, his movements becoming more forceful with each passing moment.

Your senses reel as Crosshair takes you to the edge and beyond, fucking you completely senseless, his relentless rhythm pushing you to the brink of oblivion, his cock now pressing against that one spot deep inside you that wipes your mind of any thoughts and leaves you a whimpering mess. With a guttural groan, you feel his cock pulsating inside you as he reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling into your depths and you cry out his name in ecstasy. The sensation of him filling you up completely sends you over the edge again, your own orgasm crashing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure. You cling to the wall panting for air, trying not to faint, Crosshairs chest against your back, his armor pressing into your sensitive skin as you ride out your orgasm.

After catching your breath, you twirl around and pull Crosshair into a passionate kiss, your lips meeting in a heated exchange of love and desire. Breaking away, you gaze into his eyes, pouring your heart out. "I love you," you whisper, your voice trembling with sincerity. "You're the only one I want, Crosshair, I’m yours."

Crosshair returns your affections with equal fervor, his lips claiming yours in a series of tender kisses. "I love you too," he murmurs against your skin, his words sending a rush of goosebumps all over your body. "and I'll do anything to keep you by my side."

With your legs still trembling from the intensity of your encounter, you walk, hand in hand with Crosshair, back to the main operations room where Rex is probably already waiting for your assistance. As you enter, you immediately notice Howzer, sending hostile glances in Crosshair's direction, ready to spit venom, his jealousy now more than evident. You know there's no way that what just happened remained concealed; the whole base must have heard you scream Crosshair’s name, just as he intended. But before Howzer can voice his objections, Rex intervenes, his annoyance visible. "Can you two just stop acting like two Targons on heat please?" he quips, his tone tinged with exasperation. «So we can finally get going.»

Crosshair smirks at Rex's remark, his satisfaction evident as he places a soft kiss on your lips. "Alright then, I'll let you work, I’ll be with Echo if you need me" he says, casting one last satisfied, superior glance in Howzer's direction before making his exit.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #tbb hunter #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #crosshair x you #crosshair x reader #soft dom crosshair

[unwishablestars]

Hi I’m not sure if you take this type of requests and if you don’t you can just ignore it. Could you do Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, Lifewaever and Mauga (not sure if you writ for him) comforting their s/o after they got rescued from being kidnapped. Can you also add that the s/o was pregnant but had a miscarriage due to the kidnapping? If you don’t want to add the last bit that’s fine.

Thank you. 😊

I failed

Pair(s): Cassidy x Pregnant!Reader | Hanzo x Pregnant!Reader | Genji x Pregnant!Reader | Lifeweaver x Pregnant!Reader

Genre: Angst , Hurt/Comfort (little comfort ngl)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Headcanons, Angst, Miscarriage, Multi-Character, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

TWs: Miscarriage, Kidnapping, Angst, Mildly-described violence

Summary: Cassidy/Hanzo/Genji/Lifeweaver's partner get kidnapped while pregnant leading to reader's miscarriage.

A/N: HIIIII ANONNNN!!! Thank you so much for your request!<3 I'm really sorry about the delay since life got in the way a bit :( And sorry I don't write for Mauga cuz idk how yet--- fresh hero ykyk</3 I hope you like this though!! Sorry for the delay again :(

Cassidy

Even before joining overwatch Cassidy was already a pretty wanted man due to him being part of the dead lock gang

And it never really changed when he joined overwatch

Though this time he wasn't a criminal but he was still in a dangerous field, but you always loved him because you've seen him in all the ways he loves you.

He was swooned when he met you.

One cheesy love story later, BOOM, you're preggers.

Whether you were a civilian or an agent, Cassidy WILL NOT let you get involved with his work while pregnant.

So he was absolutely distraught when he couldn't find you in you're shared home.

He walks through the door calling out for your name, ready to pamper you for the night, only to get no response.

Suddenly, he sees the signs of struggle. Knocked over furniture, thrown books, and just a general mess of your home

He is frantic.

Starts yelling your name, running around the house trying to look for you. "..Fuck..FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK"

After a few hours, they eventually locate you. They waste no time at all.

The plan was simple, (maybe even too simple), just get you out of there. Unharmed.

Cole, with worry and adrenaline as strong as ever, finds you tied to a chair. Crying, distraught, and bleeding.

Now you lay on the base's medic bay, face showing numbness as you learned the news of your baby.

Everyone had left after attempting to comfort you. All except for you lover.

He held your hand as he felt a familiar pain of loss, holding back tears, he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren't alone. And that he is so sorry.

"Darlin.. fuck.. I'm so sorry.. I was supposed to protect you. Our child.. it's my-- I'm so fucking sorry, love. Please.. please don't hate me."

Of course you didn't hate him. But too exhausted to speak, you brought his hand up to your cheek and weakly said "Just.. stay.."

"Darlin.. I will never leave your side."

Hanzo

Hanzo has been hiding in the shadows and constantly on the run for years. Alone. Until you, of course.

You offered to give him a place to stay after seeing him about to doze off sitting on a bench in the park

"No, it's fine. I'm just resting." He was literally about to pass out--

He had eventually opened up to you after much persistence and kindness, and grew incredibly fond of you.

To him, you brought him peace.

For a while, he tried to lessen contact with you as to avoid any conflicts with the people searching for him.

But he was conflicted when he found out you were pregnant. He did not want to leave your side but he also did not want to endanger you, especially in this state.

After some reassurance, he agreed to stay and take care of you.

He had hoped he would lay low enough that not only would he have to worry about your safety but also be able to be a present father to his child.

But when he came to your shared home and the door wide open, he fuckin lost it.

Frantically looking for you in your home, swearing all sorts in his home tongue didn't solve the issue.

He couldn't find you but he did find an envelope containing you're whereabouts.

They've been planning this for a while, how long were they watching him? Why did they only strike when you're health was so critical.

Hanzo was livid realizing this.

He headed to your location and found you tied to a chair, sac over your head, in a dimly lit warehouse

He knew it was a trap but ain't no way he would let anyone put a finger on you.

After being roughed up himself, (but ultimately beating the shit put of a of em) he took a look at you and saw the bruises, the scrapes

and the blood down there

he held you close, forever blaming himself for what happened

Genji

Genji and you met during your time in overwatch while they were in their prime

He was emo back then but you liked that,

And when he realized he liked you're unconditional admiration, he liked you too.

He didn't admit it of course, neither to himself nor to you but whatever.

Years later, Winston sends the recall.

And he was pleased to find out you had come back,

With a new mentality, a new acceptance of himself, and a more open acceptance of your love.

This time he made the first move, trying to act smooth like his pre-overwatch days, but his stuttering and nervousness gave it away though.

He was worried you'd remembered him as the angry and vengeful man he once was, but you saw who he was deep down

Which is the exact reason why he fell in love with you.

Eventually, after feeling a bit of morning sickness he urged you to go Mercy or Bap or anyone to help you get better.

Only for you to find out you're pregnant.

You stayed away from missions for a while as Genji requested, at most doing paperwork and helping a bit around the base.

But when the base was suddenly attacked, Genji pinned, yelling at you to stayed back.

You tuned out his pleads and gripped your weapon to help the father of your child.

And you did, but you were knocked out and taken away. He was too weak to reach you.

They immediately set out to rescue you, fully aware of your vulnerable state.

Though they had insisted for Genji to heal up first, through his broken visor, he shot them a glare that wouldn't stop him from saving his love.

After finding you in a cell, bruises all over in a weakened state, unconscious, he carried you back to the ship and held you close, eye getting watery.

You woke up in a hospital bed in the medbay, the first thing you notice being the ache your body feels, and the pain in your stomach.

Then, you notice your lover hold you close and tight.

Followed by the sorrowful looks of the doctors.

They left to give you two some space.

"I'm.. so sorry.. please.. forgive me.."

With tears in your eyes, you held each other close, never wanting to let go again.

Lifeweaver

You had worked alongside Lifeweaver in his development of biolight,

He loved having you at his side.

Soon he took you dates, brought you gifts and food, too show appreciation.

Not realizing he was indulging in his growing love for you.

After giving him some clarity of his feeling with a bold kiss, you two were inseparable, even more than before.

After you had missed you're period, you showed your lover the positive test and he way beyond joyful.

He always urged you to rest and didn't let you lift a finger. He didn't want you to be stressed or worried, he saw such beauty in you.

But those you wanted his biolight saw opportunity.

He was out buying food for you and his future baby but he came home to an open door, silence, thrown trinkets and portraits.

In his panic, he wondered whether or not he would need to contact his family. Or Satya. Or Baptiste. Anyone.

He received a video file on his desktop.

Asking for the acces to his biolight as well as the information to it's creation.

He was shaking, he wasn't strong enough to fight them on his own, he needed help. He needed you. Please come back to me.

He cannot wait any longer. He caved. Only for you. And for them.

He had sent all the information they needed. And as breathed heavily on his knees. He heard a vehicle arrive at his estate.

He hurried out, even almost tripping in the process, he needed to see you were okay, that you were both okay.

He saw you being lead to the front gate, and the abductors lackey walking back to their vehicle.

Giving him a face of no remorse.

As he held you in his arms once again, the look in your eyes had told him everything.

You two stayed there. Just feeling the comfort of what you two still had. Each other.

#writing #fanfic request #overwatch x reader #genji x reader #cole cassidy x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #lifeweaver x reader #headcanon #angst #fanfic #hurt/comfort #uhh please read trigger warnings

[thenbecauseggoes]

Please could you do one where it’s the readers first time? Tates acting needy and hints his way into getting want he wants but he’s gentle with her because he’s her first. Aftercare too please if thats okay

A/N: hi there anon!! i love this request sm :)) IM WORKING ON WRITING AFTERCARE BUT IM RLLY SLEEPY RN AND I RLLY WANTED THIS FIC DONE!! thank you guys for all the support recently i rlly love all of u and i love writing so this is so fun for me and im so lucky that you guys like my stuff!

warnings: smut, fingering, softdom!tate, some sub tate in there, use of the word momma, no use of y/n, written with fem reader in mind, virgin reader, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1304

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Come As You Are

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After a long day at school all you want to do is come home and spend quality time with your boyfriend, Tate. You’re both around the same age but it’s different with him since he’s a ghost and whatnot. Every day when you get home you look forward to just curling up in his arms and watching movies or maybe listening to Nirvana or The Smashing Pumpkins and just talking, or he’d just watch you do homework. And then when the night fell you would just fall asleep in his arms and repeat the cycle the next day. There was just one thing that troubled you in the relationship, Tate was a teenage boy. Now obviously that’s not the problem, the problem that came with that though was he was constantly horny. There was nothing wrong with that of course and you knew he would never pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but you felt kind of bad when he would have you on his lap, making out. Sometimes you could even feel his hard-on poking your leg and you would just make some excuse to get out of it. It’s not like you didn’t want to have sex with him, it's just that you’d never had sex with anyone before and you were scared that you wouldn’t live up to his expectations.

This happened to be one of those situations, you were sitting on your bed and Tate excused himself to the bathroom so you paused the movie you were watching and just sat there with a blanket on you. When he came out of the bathroom there was evidence that he had splashed cold water on his face, even more evident when you kissed him and his whole face was cold.

“Tate, what’s going on?” you asked, scared he was having a bad memory or something. But your guess was quickly proven wrong when you felt something poke against your leg. Your eyes widened in shock when you realized he was basically humping your leg.

“Need you so bad momma” he whines “it hurts so bad” he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“Um, how about I grab us some snacks?” you try to make an excuse to get out of this. As you start to get up he grabs your wrist and sits fully up, stopping you and pulling you back onto the bed.

“Why don’t you wanna fuck me baby?” he asks, voice almost pained, “do you not like me?” His words make your heart break and you scramble towards him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“No no no no” you spit out to reassure him “it's just um” you don’t quite know how to tell him that you’ve never had sex before without embarrassing yourself so you search for the words.

“You can tell me baby” he says comfortingly against your hair.

“I’m a virgin, like a major virgin like never even touched myself” you admit, ashamed. But Tate swears that his eyes turned into little hearts as his erection pressed up impossibly harder against the zipper of his jeans.

“That’s not embarrassing at all baby, it’s actually like crazy fucking hot” he finally speaks. “If that’s the only reason you don’t wanna have sex then I want you to know I don’t care at all” he caresses the small of your back, moving his hand down to give your ass a playful squeeze. 

“So you’re not like turned off?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Nope, i’m so fucking turned on right now actually” you hadn’t even noticed how hard he had gotten since your confession “if you let me, i’ll help you out.” 

“I’d like that” you smile, his eagerness making you wetter by the second. He presses a hungry kiss onto your lips and lifts you onto his lap. He grabs your hips and gently grinds you down onto him. He lets out the most pathetic little whine and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. 

“Don’t hold back your pretty noises baby” he smiles and kisses under your ear. He kisses all down your neck, leaving hickeys and licking and kissing them. You would have to find an extremely effective way to hide these tomorrow. “I’m gonna take it slow but I'm still gonna have to prep you okay?” he says, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he smiles “good girl” 

He flips you over onto your back and starts to take off your pajama pants. He smiles when he sees your pretty red lace panties. “Fuck baby, did you wear these just for me?” he grins at the thought of you picking these out, just hoping he might touch you. 

“Mhm” you hum, making him groan and kiss you harshly. He takes off the delicate lace and takes a good look at your soaking cunt. He takes his finger and runs it through your folds earning a high pitched squeal from you.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet already” he presses his index finger onto your clit with just the littlest of pressure, making you squirm underneath him. “And so sensitive” he delicately slips one of his fingers into your pussy, making you moan and grab onto his sweater, trying to feel him in any way you can. His other hand finds its way under your black tank top and toys with your sensitive nipples. You take your hands and pull up your shirt just enough to reveal your tits. “So fucking perfect baby” he groans as he slips another finger inside of you. His thumb comes up to circle your clit, you cried out and screamed his name. 

“Tate, please…” you feel an indescribable feeling wash over you, kind of like a relief but when Tate takes his fingers out of you you feel so empty. “Need more” you manage to whimper out, earning a low chuckle from him as he licks his fingers. 

“I got you baby” he kisses your lips and undresses himself. He takes his cock and runs it up and down your sensitive pussy. You look down and realize how huge he is. His dick is long, and girthy. The tip is sensitive and red, leaking precum all down his shaft. 

“Will it fit?” you ask, almost a little shocked.

“Don’t worry, it will” he kisses you and slowly sinks the tip in, leaving you to squirm and moan out his name, clawing at his back. “My baby, relax” he kisses your lips and strokes your hair. He sinks in some more of his cock and you take it, inch by inch until he’s bottomed out inside of you. He just sits there for a moment, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there from how tight your pussy is. There’s an indescribable feeling within you, it’s not like you’re going to cum or anything but it hurts. The hurt is quickly replaced by pleasure and the need to feel him more. 

“You can move now Tate” you whine and he rocks his hips into yours, eyes glued at the spot where you two meet. 

“Fuck baby, so tight” he praises in your ear. Making the pleasure even better. He’s turning your brains into mush, making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Baby, i’m gonna”

“Me too” he moves his hand down to your clit and rubs, making you see stars and release all over him. He finishes on your thighs and collapses on top of you. He leaves and comes back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. He settles in bed next to you and wraps his arms around you.

“Thank you for letting me do that” he says while kissing your scalp.

“I love you Tate”

“I love you too, baby”

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[whumpshaped]

anon asked:

your recent ghost whumper drabble was AMAZING that is such a cool concept! can we get a part two? maybe whumpee is in a scenario where they’re about to die or get murdered by someone and whumper saves them? maybe comfort afterwards? :D

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uhhh idk abt comfort but... here !

tw alcohol, drugs, addiction whump, paranormal, death, murder, possession, some pretty bad derogatory language, ableist language, addiction shaming, emeto, knives, threat of death

Whumpee was stumbling around in the city by themself — almost by themself, never truly by themself, — when that weirdo spotted them. He sauntered up to them and asked for a cigarette, and Whumper told them not to give him any. They were feeling rebellious that night. They tried to reach into their pocket, only to be stopped by and get growled at by the ghost sharing their body.

It just spurred them on, in all honesty. They didn’t even like how the stranger approached them, didn’t even like the way he looked at them, but what they disliked even more was being constantly bossed around by someone who didn’t even have a body of his own.

“Would you fucking stop?” they snapped, trying to get their hand free from Whumper’s invisible grasp. The stranger gave them a weird look.

“What?” he asked with a stupid little chuckle. He was clearly trying to laugh it off and act casual, but Whumpee didn’t need that, they didn’t need to be reassured that they were normal. They weren’t, and they also weren’t even talking to him.

I told you not to give him anything. Are you going to argue with me in the middle of the street?

“I’ll give everyone what I damn well please!” they went on. The stranger threw his hands up.

“Whoa, yeah, of course. If you didn’t want to give–”

“Shut the fuck up!” 

He thinks you’re crazy.

“I don’t care!” Whumpee couldn’t stop screaming at the stupid thing. He was being so insufferable, so controlling, so power-hungry– It was impossible to bear. Plus, it wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten used to the disgusted and confused looks from others whenever they walked around in the city like a zombie, drunk, high, dead-eyed, and possessed. They didn’t care what this random man thought.

“Okay, chill out!” the guy finally yelled back. “What the fuck? What kind of fucking crazy junkie are you? Keep your dumb ass cigs, I don’t want whatever’s in them!”

Now he got Whumpee’s attention. “Oh, you’re this easily deterred? You don’t want free cigs off a crazy, possessed junkie? Fucking coward.”

Whumpee was way too full of alcohol to react adequately when the guy raised his arm. They were punched hard, almost knocking them off balance. The stranger pushed them against the wall of the nearest building by the collar of their shirt, his other hand quickly producing a knife from his pocket. “I thought I might have some fun with you once I got that fucking cigarette, but now that I’m looking at you a bit closer, I wouldn’t touch your dirty, disease-riddled ass with a bargepole. But I might put something else in you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” 

All this over a cigarette?

Whumpee’s breath hitched when the blade of the knife was pushed against their throat. The danger was finally grave enough that they decided they should focus on that instead of the voice in their head, but… Maybe they should push more. Maybe they should let this man kill them, just to spite Whumper. 

It all happened so quickly. Whumpee made a split second decision to spit in the stranger’s face, he began to scream at them, they felt a sharp pain in their neck– then everything went black. It felt like they were cradled so close to someone’s chest that there was no light reaching them. Like the arms enveloping them were blocking out the rest of the world, all sight and sound, all sensation apart from being held tight. 

They nestled into the hug despite how cold it felt. They were scared. Wherever they were, however freezing and pitch black it was, they didn’t feel the pounding headache and they weren’t being shouted at. They weren’t nauseous, they weren’t bleeding from the throat, they weren’t in constant danger. It was quiet, they were held, and they could finally admit to themself that they were terrified.

When their consciousness was returned to their body, it felt like it was done bit by bit, almost dribbling back into their nerves and muscles like a thick syrup. The aches came back first; their head, their neck, their back, their arms and legs… Then came the light, the sounds, the sensation of the rain beating down on them. It hadn’t been raining when they last saw the outside world. Their socks were soaked inside their shoes, their shirt stuck to their body, their arms… their arms were covered in something that didn’t look like water.

It looked like blood. Blood and dirt. 

When their eyes focused a little better, and they were able to look past the palms of their hands, they saw disturbed soil with pieces of fabric sticking out from under it. It looked like someone was under there, under a thin layer of dirt that barely did anything to cover them. It looked like someone had hastily dug a shallow grave with nothing but their bare hands. 

Whumpee turned their hands over. There was dirt stuck beneath their nails, and plenty of small scratches from whatever their skin must’ve caught on as they were digging.

Let’s go home.

They turned to the side and retched, so forcefully that their nose started bleeding. They spotted the stranger’s knife not far from where they were kneeling on the ground, the blade covered in a layer of blood thick enough to survive the rain. “What did you do?” they rasped. “What did you make me do?”

You got yourself into some trouble. I got you out of it.

“You killed him. You killed him. I killed him.”

Did I not tell you not to give him a cigarette?

Whumpee’s vision was swimming. They didn’t think they would be able to stand up on their own and go home. They had to go to the police. Maybe they could plead insanity.

You’ll feel better after a hot shower.

They stood up against their will, supported by forces beyond the mortal plane. They began walking in the direction of their apartment, no matter how much they tried to change course and go anywhere else. Anywhere with other people. Someone who could see them and call emergency services.

I’ll take care of you.

#asks #whump #whump drabble #alcohol #drugs #addiction whump #paranormal #death #murder #possession #ableist language #addiction shaming #emeto #knives #threat of death

[chicken-fifi]

Kim Geonwoo (Bloodhounds) | Him as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Kim Geonwoo x Fem!Reader

Requested by anons: (1) Hi! May I please request jealousy and confession headcanons for Kim Geonwoo and Hong Woojin for a fem reader? and (2) Hey! Can you please write general relationship and nsfw headcanons for Hong Woojin and Kim Geonwoo for a fem!reader?

Genre: angst, fluff, NSFW

A/n: i combined these requests because it just didn't make sense in my mind to have them separate when they were all essentially the same thing in different way. i also reference this post quite often!

Tunes: You’re falling in love with your rival by Ivoryyy

Dating

As I explain in the A-Z

Dating Geonwoo is honestly a dream

He is an acts of service and gift giving man for sure

A golden retriever boyfriend if you will

He’s always making sure that you’ve eaten

That you’re well taken care of

That you aren’t in need of anything

He loves doing things for you so you don’t have to worry about it later on

He’s constantly on your heels

Following you around and waiting for at every turn

He makes you feel secure in the relationship with everything does honestly

There isn’t a single action or decision he makes that plants any doubt in your mind

He wants you to know he’s serious

That he’s not playing any games with you

And he does just that

Never happier

Get you a Geonwoo

Confession 

Once again with the A-Z

And I quote:

“He’s stumbling over his words as he’s telling you, but he gets it out without fail. It’s very cute.”

I can see the red cheeks and sweat forming as he’s scratching his neck

Looking everywhere but you as he tries to get it out

He’s wringing his hands

Bouncing from foot to foot

Biting his lip as he waits for you response

Might happen on a day after training or a workout

Might be after a match

Either way when he does get it out

He’s got this hopefully gaze in his eyes as he waits for your response

And when you reciprocate his feeling

The biggest smile spreads across his face as he jumps in place before pulling you in for a tight hug

Pulling back just as quickly as he apologizes if he’s made you uncomfortable with his hug

Only for you to hug him again

Jealousy

Again with my A-Z

(That was a good plan for these)

Easily jealous

Very pouty

Moping boyfriend

Attempts and succeeds at scaring unwanted men

If anyone take your attention away from him the change is so noticeable

He definitely gets teased for it

He takes the teasing like a champ though

But he does feel bad for feeling jealous oddly enough

Because while he doesn’t want you to take it as a possessive thing

Or like you can’t have male friends

He’s a guy

And he knows what guys think when they see a beautiful and kind woman like you

And he hates that they only want to get in your pants

He doesn’t

A lot of reassurance is needed

But honestly

The second your attention is back on him he’s good

NSFW

Soft dom at best

He can get more rough and dominant if he’s heated or if you ask

But he’s afraid to hurt you

He also doesn’t fuck

He makes love

He makes sure you feel as beautiful as he think you are during this intimate moment

He wants you to be glowing and satisfied first and foremost

He take the time to find every weak spot

Learn commit every inch of your body to memory

Body worshiper for sure my friends

He also gets shy when you give him blowjobs

Like I can see him almost finishing from the sight alone

But it’s so filthy

Let me get back on track

He loves when you take control

Ride him for days

Soft morning sex is a thing

Shower sex

Has a surprisingly high sex drive in my mind

He loves you and he makes sure you know it

#kdrama masterlist #kdrama #kdrama headcanons #bloodhounds #bloodhounds masterlist #bloodhounds headcanon #bloodhounds geonwoo #bloodhounds kim geonwoo #geonwoo #kim geonwoo #geonwoo headcanons #kim geonwoo headcanons

[pfhwrittes]

riffing off the poll i reblogged re: your blorbos doing top surgery. so these are some vague headcannons on how the members of tf141 would look after a reader post top surgery.

pairings: gaz x reader, soap x reader, simon x reader (romantic), john price & reader (platonic).

warnings: gaz refers to reader as babe and calls the reader handsome.

note: i’ve written this reader to be a trans man but can be read as anyone who wants top surgery. also i am firmly in the camp that you DON’T have to have surgery to be considered transgender or to have your gender respected. fuck knows it’s a hard enough process here in the UK, i can’t imagine my healthcare being stuck behind what is essentially a paywall.

gaz would be a sweetheart. he’d get you drinks and painkillers. he’d move your cushions/pillows around as much as you wanted. he’d pretend not to see when you burst into tears over pain/relief/a weird sense of mourning and fear. he’d even help you to the bathroom and linger outside the door (unlocked, he’d insist on it being unlocked) in case you need help with anything. the man gets your favourite takeaway and doesn’t make a fuss when you only eat a little bit of it because you’re feeling a bit nauseous from the meds you’re on. checks on your drains and dressings and soothes you when you catch sight of the swelling. he reassures you with forehead and cheek kisses when you’re upset and reassures you with a gentle babe you’re so handsome and brave, i can’t wait for you to show off your chest when you’re feeling better.

price would handle it from a more professional perspective (i am not saying reader would be in the military but i am saying that the man deals with paperwork most of the time anyway so he’d handle it for your work). he’s already sent off copies of your medical note from the surgeon, he’s filled in the paperwork to get sick pay. less hands on than gaz (but that’s only because i can’t see price with a trans man in a romantic or sexual way) so he doesn’t overstep but as your friend he’ll bring you food if you ask and painkillers too. checks in with you and sends you book recommendations, music recommendations and the occasional meme (don’t try to tell me he wouldn’t send you memes. that man is a millennial he knows what a fucking meme is) when you’re well enough to complain about being bored.

simon would be kind of a dick about it. listen i don’t make the rules but he would. he’s supportive enough. he’d give you a ride back from the hospital and get you to wherever is the most comfortable but he’s a bit shit at looking after you (the man has no practice outside of emergency medical care). you’d have to text him to get you a drink or painkillers. healthy nutritious food? no. what flavour pot noodle do you want? never mind you’re getting a bombay bad boy because that’s all he’s got in the cupboard. emotionally he’s not great at expressing how he’s feeling about your recovery so he comes across as gruff but that’s mostly because he’s repressing a whole bunch of trauma and fear that things won’t go well. he won’t touch you apart from holding your hand when you ask because he’s worried he’ll mess up your stitches but still it comes across as a bit cold.

soap the darling man is just so fucking excited for you. it’s a bit much actually while you’re still recovering and yeah you end up snapping and it hurts his feelings a little but he’ll try to play it off as not a big deal. he’s just so happy for you (and for himself because he cannot wait to get his hands on you now that you’ll let him because your chest is the way you want it)! super affectionate, peppers you with kisses all over your face. he’s similar to gaz in that he’s all about making you as comfortable as possible and tries to preempt any requests you have (gets you bottles of water and can of irn-bru because that’s what he always wants when he’s feeling under the weather, grabs you as many snacks as you want). unlike gaz he’s enough of a freak to insist on being in the bathroom with you when you need to go, he says it’s to make sure you’re safe but he’s definitely using it as an excuse to touch you as much as possible until you’re fully healed up.

#cod fic #ftm!reader #binders and boyfriends #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john price and reader #kg #jp #jm #sr

[aliceinnaughtyland]

HURT

Pairing: Takatora x Reader

Warnings: injury

Word count: 1.3 K

Summary: When you risked your life to save his, Takatora started hanging out with you.

Author’s note: No smut (yet) but this one is just cute fluff. And I swear I have stopped doing any efforts writing Y/N anymore, it’s just who I am.

“Look at her. She will never survive” Niragi said as he watched you for the first time.

You just arrived at the Beach after Ann met you at a game and brought you there. You were looking innocent and empathic, searching through the Beach a place where you could settle.

Last Boss didn’t answer, staying silent as he was starting at you. Something about the way your eyes were scanning the room, the way your body was moving. Everything about you was mesmerizing.

You could survive, he thought. He knew in the Borderlands people tend to get stronger, colder, in order to survive. He saw it a hundred times. But over the time, nothing about you changed. No matter how hard life was, you were still this kind girl, always nice to everyone.

But this night, as he was getting ready for a new game, he realized you were on his team. That was when he really thought you couldn’t do it.

He watched you in the arena. You seemed calm, almost too calm. That was the first time he ever saw you at a game. And he lost faith in you at this exact moment. You were doing too much to help everyone. Almost risking your own life to save perfect strangers.

He soon realized that you would not be any different about him. And as he turned around, looking at the arrow flying at him, he also felt someone pushing him. The second after that, you were passed away on the floor. The game cleared as his eyes were still on you, not sure what to do.

Why the fuck did you do that? You never talked to him. You didn’t know him. You didn’t even know his name. Takatora’s brain was fuming as he bent down to pick you up and walked you to the car in order to take you back to the Beach where he brought you to Ann.

When she was done examining you, she reassured Last Boss, explaining to him you were going to be ok as no vital organs were injured.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other” she said as she was preparing the bandages to patch you up.

 “We don’t”

“Oh”

“She saved my life tonight” Takatora justified.

“She must be a very nice girl” Ann answered.

During the entire discussion, the man’s eyes never left you. He needed to see you were going to be ok.

He saw people die every day without caring. But you risked your life for him. No one ever did anything like that.

“I need to take her shirt off” Ann interrupted his trail of thoughts.

The woman was cutting your shirt as she asked Last Boss to go to your room and take another one for you.

When he realized what was happening, he spun away to not invade your privacy. But instead of leaving, he took his hoodie off and gave it to her.

She put it on you after she was done.

“She will be ok, she just needs to sleep. But I need to keep her under observation for a day or two.”

“I’ll do it”

Ann was surprised by how quickly Takatora answered, almost snapping at her. But she agreed, telling him to come find her if anything happened.

Last Boss was watching you as you slept on the nursery bed. But after an hour or two, he saw you stir and wake up, trying to stand.

 “Why are you awake? You need to sleep”

“I’m uncomfortable. I want to go to my room.” You weren’t phased about his presence. You were too tired for it. You’ll ask questions when you’d have more rest.

“You need to stay here” he interjected.

“I can’t really sleep in here, please” you begged, hopeless.

Last Boss seemed to think about it before answering.

“Let me help you”

He helped you stand and you both walked to your room.

“I’m going to stay here tonight” he told you, not really giving you a choice.

You looked at him rising your eyebrows but you were honestly too tired to argue.

“Ann said you need a 24h watch” he continued.

You set yourself up on your bed and quickly fall asleep.

But soon enough, you woke up again, this time shaking from the cold.

“Are you ok?” the bald man asked.

“I’m cold”

“I think I can find a blanket somewhere. Wait here”

He left the room to come back a few minutes later with one enormous blanket. He putted it on you before going back to his place, in the corner of the room.

“Why are you in this chair?” you questioned, still shivering.

“I’m watching you”

“Are you a zombie?”

“What?”

“Zombies don’t sleep.” You answered “Or do they?” you quietly asked yourself.

“I’m not a zombie!”

“That is exactly what a zombie would say” you gasped.

Takatora was faking annoyance at this point.

“Go back to sleep”

You didn’t answer and closed your eyes.

He wasn’t used to people joking with him, as they all were afraid of him. But he watched you fall asleep again, a light smile plastered on his face.

You woke up the next morning, the sun warming your face.

You grunted as you sat, your eyes falling on the man sitting in front of you.

One quick look around you when you realized.

“Why am I wearing your hoodie?”

“Ann needed to cut your shirt to patch you up”

“I’ll give it back to you” you nodded.

“You can keep it.”

“That’s nice of you, but I’ll give it back. It’s yours.”

“I want you to have it”

“Oh”

Luckily, this game gave you a few days of peace. No planned games for the rest of the week. And you decided to take life slow.

Last Boss wanted to make sure you were doing alright. That’s why he made it a habit for you to sleep in his room. And when you didn’t, he just burst into yours, to a point that you haven’t slept alone since the night you got injured.

Life continued. More games have passed. But you were still living around each others.

No one really understood what was happening between the two of you. No one dared to ask.

You two didn’t even know. You just were comfortable with that.

The guy who never talked could rant to you about any society subject and you liked it.

It was special. But you weren’t questioning anything. You just let life happens and boy, it was good. Life around Takatora was just easy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking inside of your room.

“Watching a movie”

The man stayed silent and settle in the bed beside you.

“This guy is hot” you affirmed a few moments later.

“What?”

“He is” you defended yourself.

“But he’s a zombie?!”

“And?”

“You think zombies are hot?” he questioned.

“Obviously”

Takatora smiled to himself.

Your eyes left the screen, looking at him for the first time since he entered the room, and your eyes caught something weird.

 “What is that?”

“What is what?” he asked, confused.

“That” you repeated, pointing at him.

“It’s my hoodie”

“But I am wearing your hoodie”

“I have multiple hoodies”

Ok, now that was weird!

“Are you cutting all of your hoodie the same way?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

“I like it that way”

Your brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Wait! Are you telling me you actually change clothes and are not wearing the same fucking hoodie every day?”

“No, it’s gross”’

“Oh wow! My entire life has been a lie! I don’t even know what is true and what is not anymore!” you laughed, gripping his arm.

You drew your attention back to the show, but he kept staring at your hand on his arm.

And at this exact moment, he knew. He loved you.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut #takatora #takatora samura #takatora smut #takatora samura smut #takatora imagine #takatora samura imagine #last boss #smut #last boss imagine

[strayheartless]

The edge of no return: a Sephgen ficlet

Inspired by this piece of art by @00000133330311

⚠️ warning for: slight blood; canon typical descriptions of war, nothing graphic but you have been warned; illusions to human experimentation but now explored; mentions of a panic attack; hyperventilation.

I think that’s it but let me know if I’ve missed something.

***

Genesis doesn’t admit to being afraid of Sephiroth very often. The knowledge that he almost always is is sickening at the best of times. It feels weak, pathetic. He is Genesis fucking Rhapsodos he is not weak. Even still… outside of his prideful stubbornness there are times when Sephiroth truly does frighten him.

This… is one of those times.

The battlefield in-front of them is cluttered with bodies. Some dead, some alive. All covered in a thick layer of mud, blood and sweat. Soldiers both Wutai and Shinra picking through the dead to make note of the families they will have to inform of their own loss.

Genesis knows better than most that he has no right to mourn the dead. He is their commander. He, in many ways, is their executor. Yet mourn their loss he does. Even after years of distancing himself from his fellow men to ease the blow. It never gets easier.

Above the scorched field, stood on the rising mound of destroyed tanks and ATV’s Sephiroth surveyed the scene, Masimune in hand; blood splattering his face. In the heat of the battle Genesis had lost track of him. It hadn’t mattered at the time; Sephiroth was an immovable force, he would not be struck down. Now however Genesis felt that loosing sight of him had perhaps cost too many their lives.

“He’s been stood up there for at least an hour, “ said a deep voice behind him. He didn’t have to turn to know it was Angeal.

Genesis hummed, slightly too afraid to move.

“You know he won’t come down from the high unless you bring him down Gena.” Angeal moves to brush some dirt from his friends face. A reassurance that falls on deaf ears.

“You assume I wield any kind of power over him at all…” he resorts, but there’s no real bite to his words. Angeal knows as well as Genesis does that Sephiroth has only and will only come back to reality if Genesis is the one to guide him there. It had always been that way. Genesis doesn’t ever want to think about what would happen if he were to use that ability for evil. That power of his could level planets.

Years from now the irony of that thought will haunt him to his dying day. Years from now he will be slapped by the goddesses chosen for how he chose to use his power over the Demon of Wutai in the end.

Right now though, he didn’t feel powerful… he felt afraid.

“You give yourself too little credit.” Angeal places a hand on his shoulder. “He has only ever listened to you,”

“How is the puppy?” He hedges.

Angeal snorts softly. “Kind of you to care,” he’s not letting Genesis get away with it but he is indulging him for at least a second or two.

“I’ve always cared,” Genesis snaps. “I know I don’t engage! I know they all think me rude and self centred, but I care!” Angeal hushed him, placatingly.

“I know Gena, I’m sorry.” He grips the back of Genesis’ neck and some of the tension leaks out of him. “He’s a little traumatised I think. You remember how it was, the shock of capture that comes after your first battle. He’s dealing with the shattered hero illusion, but he’ll be okay,”

“Keep an eye on him,”

“I always do. Now stop stalling,” with a shove Angeal pushes Genesis in the direction of the vehicle mound. He knew he wouldn’t get away with it long.

There was nothing else to concentrate on but Sephiroth. His eerie, deadly, stillness; his piercing gaze as it presided like a hawk over the landscape, looking for a single twitch or spasm in the mound of bodies to descend upon. To snuff out.

It hadn’t always been this bad. Genesis remembered a time when they were fifteen (perhaps Sephiroth had been a shade younger,) when the deadened staring had held great grief in it. When Genesis had more so had to stop the shaking than claw him back from the murderous haze.

Something had changed around nineteen though. He and Angeal had not long made FIRST class when Sephiroth had been ordered into the lab for a week and comeback different somehow.

He still slept by Genesis’ side, still flirted in that awkwardly adorable and very Sephiroth kind of way. He was still Sephiroth, he was still the man Genesis fell in love with. But every now and then there was something, a dimming of sorts in the back of his eyes that turned into a void when he had a weapon in his hands. There had been training room incidents that had left many injured at best.

The only person he had never hurt had been Genesis himself. There was no explanation to it, and if Hojo were asked it was a defect in Sephiroth’s training, but he never got that voided look when he was focused on Genesis. One day, that wouldn’t save him from Sephiroth’s blade. But that day will be his own fault.

“My love,” Genesis called softly, picking his way up sharp blasted out metal. “My love can you look at me?”

There was no reaction from Sephiroth, not to Genesis’ words at least. A movement to the left of him made him twitch and swivel his head to the noise. In any other situation it would have amused Genesis. He could always imagine Sephiroth chittering like a cat watching the birds when he was intent on watching something. Now he looked larger more dangerous. One wrong move and he’d pin Genesis under his paw.

“Sephiroth,” he says closer now. His voice wavered and he cleared his throat. “Look at me,” Genesis took Sephiroth’s face in his hands.

“Listen to what I’m telling you. The battle is finished, you can come back.”

Nothing.

“SOLDIER first class, Sephiroth!” Sephiroth jerks. Genesis hates ding that to him, but it gets the job done. Sephiroth looked at his face but didn’t quite see it.

“The battle is over dear heart. Come back to me.” Genesis ran his thumb through the blood on his face. None of it was his own. It did not take the once over Genesis gave him anyway to know that he wasn’t hurt.

His lovely hair was drenched in red, it would stain for a day or two, but that just meant more time helping him wash it. It was something Genesis always liked doing.

“Gen?” Sephiroth murmured to him. his eyes were still clouded, but it was now with the confused depersonalised terror. “What did I do?” He asked and as he did he started shaking.

“Nothing you were not supposed to,” Genesis said evasively. It wouldn’t do to further distress Sephiroth here. Sephiroth however, was insistent as ever.

“But I did do something?!” He started to breath heavier. “Please Genesis, please, what did I do.”

Genesis moves a hand to Sephiroth’s neck and pulls him down to touch foreheads.

“Shhhh, shh my Angel,”

Sephiroth did not cry. He never did. He did not cry, or make distressed noises, he just shook. Shook and stayed silent as Genesis tried to guide him back to himself.

***

From the ground, Angeal looked up at them, Zack under his arm as the boy came down from his second panic attack since the battle ended.

“They look like Angels of death,” he whispered to Angeal solemnly.

The man could only sigh and squeeze the boys Shoulder. He couldn’t blame Zack for viewing them that way. Had they not been his friends he would have seen them exactly the same way. They were both the strongest SOLDIER’s Shinra had to offer. If Angeal was being truthful, they both had the potential to burn the world down.

But to him they were as they had always been. Two broken boy soldiers, too traumatised and broken down by the president and RnD to do more than cling to each other through the storm.

He feared the day one of them let go…

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #crisis core #ff7 #sephgen #genseph #sephesis #final fantasy 7 crisis core #ficlet #my writing