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jarofstyles · 5 months

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shy y/n accidentally calls harry daddy bc shes cockdrunk while theyre fucking and harry is so taken back that he cums on the spot 🫣

Omg omg omg omg

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Harry was convinced that Y/N was his soul mate well before it happened.

Perhaps for some, it could be considered intense, but he knew what he wanted in life. He knew he loved her by their 4th date, he knew he wanted to marry her by the 7th, and now they'd been committed to one another for about 6 months. It was incredible to have someone you just.... know is yours.

They were a bit opposite, Y/N and him. Harry was a lot more outgoing, a lot more experienced in the ropes of life, but especially sexually. Y/N hadn't done much of anything prior to Harry, and he had the honors of introducing her to a whole plethora of things. Lots of kinks they'd dipped their toes into and Y/N gave her feedback on.

She was shy beyond what he was used to, but he found it endearing. He didn't mind working her through her shyness and building her up so she felt comfortable enough to speak to him and tell him what she liked, what she wanted to try. So far, she had gone off of what Harry had admitting to liking- at least the tamer stuff- and he was more than happy with her progress. All he cared about was her comfort and pleasure.

She liked spanking with his hand, wasn't too fond of a a paddle, thoroughly mewled when he had slipped his thumb over her tightest hole, enjoyed that he was in charge and she was his sweet little baby. They'd gone slower but Harry had been more than honest with her about his likes and his preferences. Y/N appreciated honesty more than anything, even when it hurt because lies were her number one hate. The sweet girl didn't dislike much, but dishonesty was one of them.

When she had sniffed out that he had been hiding something, he was quick to fess up that he'd been a bit anxious that it would be too much or too odd for her given this conversation had happened only after the 3rd time they'd had sex, so he had admitted that he preferred a certain honorific- Daddy- and that he wouldn't ever make her feel bad for not wanting to call him that if she so chose. Y/N hadn't said much about it since.

Not until tonight.

Deep inside, Harry watched her puffy, pretty cunt spread open as she took his cock. it was sticky with her arousal and his spit, her ass recoiling when his thighs hit it. It was a glorious scene, one of the sexiest things Harry ever had the privilege of seeing with his own eyes. She was making a mess on his length, a mess of glistening slick and creamy smears that were settling on the base making the sight almost too much for Harry to handle.

Then there were the moans, the sweet, delightful little 'uh's' that left her Scarlet painted lips. He'd taken her out on a date to a lovely little restaurant and when they arrived home she had kissed him deep, leading to this moment right here. Her dress discarded across his bedroom floor and her face resting on his pillow as he fucked into her needy cunt. Sweet calls of his name, for more, for him not to stop, she was getting more and more vocal as the pleasure began to raise and he was doing everything he could to make it even better for her.

"There we go, my love." He purred. "Can feel it, you're about to cum f'me again." The encouragement always did it for her, his hand squeezing her plump ass as he pounded away into her. "Perfect little pussy for my perfect girl. M'so obsessed with you." He wanted to give her another, knowing she was going places she hadn't been before by her babbling and clenching at his pillow but she hadn't called for him to stop- if anything, she asked for more. Harry couldn't get enough, so he was holding off his orgasm just to see her do it for him.

"M'gonna, m'gonna cum, m'gonna- please, can I?" Watery eyes looked up at him, the perfect version of his destroyed sweet peach as mascara smeared slightly under her eye. "Can I cum, can I please? M'good, m'so good, m'a good girl, I need to." Her rambles only made him love her more, despite her knowledge.

"Go on, my sweet girl. Let go f'me." He cooed, continuing the pace as he watched her unfold in front of him. He could feel it, feel her rippling around his cock and the gush of her arousal as she let out a squeal. Relishing in the feeling of her trembling under him, when she said something that caught him off guard. One, whimpery, pathetic sentence that had him almost keeling over.

"D-Daddy, want your cum, let me have it, please...."

As soon as it hit him what she said, he couldn't stop himself. Balls pulling up and cock throbbing as he emptied hot cum into her, a low groan leaving his mouth as it stayed open. Feeling her orgasm start to wane but pussy stilll clenching, milking him of his cum, he was careful as he fell over and held himself on top of her, hips stuttering as he tried to gather his bearings.

His Y/N, his sweet, delicate Y/N had just called him Daddy while begging for his cum. There was no way his orgasm could have withstood it. She probably would be slightly embarrassed when she realized what she said, but he was in heaven. He hoped it showed an inner want to call him that, that it was in her mind when they were intimate because she could see him like that. At the end of the day, all he wanted to do was take care of his precious girl, make sure she was cared for and comfortable.

"There she is. My perfect angel." he panted. "Daddy's here, m'giving it all to you now." Lips pressed to her sticky cheek, nudging his nose lovingly against it. "M'all yours, forever."

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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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HIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK,, ALSO... could you pretty please write a oneshot where Adam finds reader in the middle of an intense breakdown cuz she convinced she's ugly and helps her out? Thank you so much 💛💛💛💛

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A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting much, I’m working two jobs and I’m exhausted.

“(Naaame),” Adam called out through their shared home. He’d just come back from work and (Name) hadn’t come to greet him at the door. He made his way to their bedroom, where he heard intense sobbing.

Adam worridly pushed the door open. “Babe?” He rounded the bed to find (Name) curled up in the corner, shaking and crying.

Adam dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling her into his chest. “What the fuck, babe?” (Name) cried into his chest, tears staining his robe. “What the fuck is wrong?”

“I’m so ugly,” (Name) sobbed. “What?” “I’m so fucking ugly and I’m not in your league at all and so many girls want you who are so much hotter than me.” The sentence took a minute to get out, said through hyperventilating.

Adam was quiet. What could he even say to that? “Baby,” he managed. “Baby, no. You’re so fucking hot, what are you talking about?”

“I’m ugly!”

Adam pulled (Name) into his lap. “Beautiful is the word you’re looking for.” (Name) sniffed, shaking her head. But she didn’t verbally argue so Adam continued. “You’re hot as shit, babe, you’re so fuckin’ sexy. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

(Name) whimpered. “You promise?”

She held out her pinky.

Adam laughed and linked his pinky with hers. “I promise.”

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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Five

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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Promised QandA in next part

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"Hey man," Lando said to Max one evening at dinner. It was drivers only, simply because Y/N was too busy working. Everybody wanted her there, but she couldn't spare the time.

Max looked at Lando with a polite smile, too busy eating to say anything.

"You let Y/N interview you?"

He nodded his head, still eating.

"Oh. Well, the rest of us ran away. We didn't trust it not to be a prank," Lando continued. "Why didn't you?"

Max stopped eating to look at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What? No. I just want to know what you're doing with my best friend," answered Lando. This was starting to piss him off. "I don't care what you do, as long as you don't do anything to hurt her."

Max simply scoffed. He didn't have any intentions with Y/N. Whatever happened, happened. If that took them down the romantic route, so be it.

"Don't worry," he said, returning his attention to his food. "I don't plan on hurting her." He ate ignoring Lando and every other driver sat around the table. There was a good few minutes where Lando stared at him, something like disgust written on his face. He didn't mean to be pulling such a face, but he couldn't help it when it came to Y/N

***

Y/N's eyes hurt as she stared at the emails on her screen. "What the fuck," she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was seeming more and more impossible to find a moment of peace for her.

You need to look at this and give a statement, ASAP, the email said. This is the second time this has happened in the space of a month. How does this keep happening? You need to watch yourself to make sure it doesn't happen again

She read the email a couple of times over before clicking the link.

It was an Instagram post that had gone viral within the F1 community. Pictures of her with the drivers, hidden away in hotel rooms. Moments that nobody but Y/N and the drivers involved should have pictures of.

Her having dinner in Lando's apartment, Y/N and Charles walking through the hallway of a hotel together. There was one occasion where she, Lando and Carlos had snuck up to the roof of the hotel. Somehow that picture was in the post.

The worst one, though? There was a picture of Y/N and Max laying together. It must have been after the drunken quiz video, after they had fallen asleep against each other. It was such an intimate moment, a moment meant for the two of them and nobody else.

They were pictures nobody should have had. Who had taken them? Where had they come from? How did this account have them?

But then Y/N scrolled down to the comments

Username: omg she's such a whore

Username: You'd think this years championship would be interesting since she's sleeping with the whole grid

Username: I've never liked her

Username: She ruined Lando

Username: yeah I liked Carlando better before it involved her

They just went on and on like that. Thousands of them. For every supportive comment, there seemed to be two negative ones. It was horrible. How was she supposed to put out a statement about it.

So, she pulled out her phone and did the only thing she knew to do.

Ten minute later, there was a knock at her door. Y/N wiped her tears and ran to pull it open. "Oh thank god," she said through a sob and wrapped her arms around him.

Lando walked her further into the room and pushed the door shut behind him. “Tell me what happened,” he said and sat her down on her bed. He sat beside her and Y/N instantly placed her head on his shoulder.

"People are horrible," she sniffed as she pulled up the Instagram account.

Taking her phone from her hand, Lando scrolled through the pictures before getting to the comments. As he read them, his grip on Y/N was tight, growing tighter with every horrible comment.

"I've never seen these before," said Lando as he scrolled back up to the pictures. From the way they were taken, they couldn't have been fan pictures - they must have come from someone right there with them.

Lando pressed his finger against the power button and dropped Y/N's phone into his lap. He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

There was nothing they could do that night. So Y/N locked the door, double checked the lock and then pushed her bedside table up against it.

Y/N and Lando fell asleep together, spread out across the bed. They'd fallen asleep together several times before. They'd been doing it since they were kids, sharing a bed on sleepovers. It was a habit that hadn't died and had only taken breaks when either of them were dating.

"Promise everything is going to be okay?" Y/N muttered in her sleep as she rolled towards the door.

Lando's answer was a snore.

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Max was used to his phone blowing up over night. He was a world famous Formula One driver, it was bound to happen. But, when he scrolled through his notifications this time, everything was different.

Pictures, none of which he had seen before. He was in some, but the one thing every picture had in common was Y/N. Max ignored all the pictures that didn't have him in the, all the pictures but the last one. The one of him in bed with her/

Nobody had been in the room with them, Max had made sure of it.

His phone vibrated in his hand. But it wasn't who Max hoped it would be. It wasn't the girl he had been pictured with. It was his father. Jos Verstappen. Just the man Max didn't want to be speaking to.

He swiped his finger across the screen and pressed his phone to his ear.

Have you ever been berated by an angry Dutchman almost to the point of tears. Max had. He'd been berated by his father so many times before. Even now, as a twenty five year old, it still stung just as much as it had when he was a child.

Jos ran through the list of all of the news article headlines he had read that morning. All of them about his son and the youtuber that had been following the grid around like a lost dog.

As much as Max wanted to defend her, Jos didn't give him the chance. He sat there in silence as his dad shouted at him down the phone. When Jos finally hung up, Max let out a sigh.

Suddenly there was a knock at his hotel room door. Now in a foul mood, Max stood and opened up the door.

"Hey," he said, letting his visitor in.

The visitor said nothing and walked into his room. "You need to stay away from Y/N."

Max stared at Lando. He said nothing, just stared, so Lando continued. "Stay away from her. Stop falling asleep with her, stop going near her. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life."

Max sat himself back on his bed and patted his thighs in a repetitive pattern. He'd just gotten enough of this from his father, he didn't need this from Lando, too. "What gives you the right?" he asked. "Why can't she make her own decisions?"

"She doesn't know what she wants," Lando spat.

Max shook his head. "I think you're wrong," he said. "I think she knows what she wants and you're unwilling to listen to her."

Suddenly Lando was very close to him, getting in his face. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growled and marched out of the room.

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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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OMG IM SO GLAD YOURE BACK. IVE BEEN DEPRAVED BRO. SOOOOOO..pervert könig or Simon with a chubby s/o 🤭🤭 I need it absolutely FILTHY (i wanna see what’s filthy in your view 😭) PLEASE AND THANK YOU? (Most likely my requests will be with chubby people cause…I can count on my fingers and toes the amount of fics that are body inclusive…aka not enough 😔)

Header Credit: @ave661

Pairing: Pervert!Simon Riley x Plus-Sized!F!Reader

Category: Pure Smut (18+)

Warnings: Male Masturbation, Panty-Stealer Simon Riley™️, Panty Sniffing, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex(M!/F!Receiving), Reverse Cowgirl, Mating Press, Cum Marking, Unprotected P in V Sex (you know the drill), Pet Names (baby, love/lovie, sweetheart, fuck bunny), Swearing, Reader's a bit of a pervert too 😳

Word Count: 3.1k+

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you for the spicy request, I had a lot of fun writing it/making it as filthy as I could. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Oh, fuck”. Simon uttered in a whispery groan as he furiously pumped his throbbing cock. His muscular thighs tensed as his hand shoved your dirty panties even closer to his nose, the fabric nearly suffocating him. What’s more, another dirty pair of your panties hung loosely around his hips, a small spot of your wetness still lingering in the crotch.

It wasn’t his fault he found it while he was doing laundry today. With you being away grocery shopping, he had to deal with his sudden hard-on somehow. No, it couldn’t wait-not after he took a deep, hungry whiff of your slick coating the crotch of your soft underwear.

“Fuck, baby,” Simon choked as he moved his hand even faster. The image of you bouncing on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position bombarded his already fucked-out mind: the way your cute, round ass would jiggle as he kneaded your sweet love handles. His legs shook and tensed as he curled the ridges of his fingers over the giant vein under his shaft, giving it extra attention as his balls tightened.

“(Y-Y/N),” he moaned before his jaw went slack. He thrusted his hips forward, his cock spilling rope after rope of his hot seed against your panties. Simon inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your essence driving him further into pure bliss. Heat coursed through every inch of his body as he completely soaked your clothes with his thick cum. He rocked his hips forward a few more times, this high fading away as he caught his breath.

“Simon?”

His eyes snapped open as his heart stopped. He didn’t dare to turn around to see your face, his throat running dry as he remained still. He heard you shuffle around a bit in the threshold of the bedroom. His spend was already starting to feel cold against his hand as you slowly walked over.

“Are those my panties?” you asked with a slightly strained voice. Simon felt like his lungs were burning before he finally took a shallow breath.

“Yeah,” he simply replied as he the panties in his hand fall to the floor. He felt his hands crow clammy as he sat with his legs spread and cock softening in his hand. Simon's shoulders tensed when he felt you place a soft hand on one of them. His throat tightened as you rubbed your warm hand over his goose-bumped skin. You didn’t say anything for quite some time before sighing.

“You couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?” you murmured. Simon swallowed and nodded, his face remaining blank as he screamed internally.

“How the fuck could I? You make it damn near impossible for me to not bend you over every surface of this house. You're fuckin' gorgeous,” he replied bluntly as he finally looked into your eyes. Your jaw dropped as you clutched the bottom of your shirt.

"W-What?" you stammered. Simon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“A gorgeous girl who leaves her freshly wet panties on top of the hamper, that is,” he muttered. Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, making him smirk. “So...you admit it?” Simon asked as he stood up, letting your cum-stained panties fall to the ground with a soft thud. You audibly gulped as you glanced to the side.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about,” you said as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon raised a brow as he took a step closer. The way you squirmed and played with your hair told him everything he needed to know. You gasped and braced the wall as he loomed over you, resting an arm just above your head.

“Such a naughty little thing,” he purred. Your breath hitched as he nipped and kissed at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Simon grinned against your skin as his hands wandered beneath your shirt, tracing over every roll and stretch mark. He kissed along your neck as he slid his hand beneath your bra and gently pinched your nipples. You released a small whimper, your eyes rolling back as he massaged your sensitive buds.

“S-Simon,” you panted as you grabbed his dark shirt. He inhaled sharply at the sound of his name as he tugged your soft nipples.

“Mmm, you have no idea how fuckin’ crazy you make me, love,” he growled into your ear. You moaned as he rubbed his hips against yours, his dick already growing hard once more. Simon felt blood pumping straight down to his cock as he heard your cute moans and pleas fall from your lips.

“Simon, please,” you whined as he smoothed his thumbs over your buds. Please. The word that always broke him. You squealed when his hands left your breasts and clasped over your waist.

“Fuck, wanna fill you up with all my cum,” he confessed with a bellowing snarl. You moaned at his words as his fingers dipped below the band of your pants. "You want that, love? Want me to make you gush with my fuckin' seed?" Simon murmured. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt his fingers being drenched in your juices.

"Y-Yes! Please fill me, Simon!” you moaned. Both of you shivered as he rubbed three digits against your wet folds.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already fuckin’ soaked,” Simon breathed. You swallowed as he rubbed his fingers back and forth against your slit, your cunt squelching at his lewd ministrations. You whined when he pulled back, his fingers glistening with your juices as he observed them.

“You wanna know what I was thinkin' of when I was soakin' your panties with my cum?” he murmured as if telling you a secret. You blinked and shook your head. He chuckled, eyes half lidded as he licked the tips of his fingers. Simon hummed at the sweet taste of your slick before swiping his tongue across his pink lips. “I was thinkin' of you riding my cock, your cute ass facin' me while I held onto your hips,” he explained before squeezing your waist.

“Just like this,” Simon whispered. He smirked when he felt you lean up to kiss him, your soft, warm lips caressing his as you hungrily devoured his mouth. Your lover backed up to the bed as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands making quick work of pulling down your sweatpants and panties.

You huffed before backing away and peeling them off of you. Simon’s eyes lit up when he saw your juicy slit, his mouth watering at the thought of his cock about to be swallowed whole by your gummy walls. You quickly tore your shirt and bra off before resting your hands on his chest.

“You still want me to ride you, Si?” you asked sweetly. He tilted his head to the side and hummed.

“I don’t just want you to ride me: I want to feel your pussy gush on my lap. I want to bend you in half…fuck, I want cover every inch of your beautiful body with my cum,” he said. Your eyes widened at his reply, fingernails nearly digging into his skin. Simon kissed your forehead.

“I just want you, (Y/N),” Simon purred in a low whisper. He nearly gasped when you pushed him onto your bed, his body bouncing on the mattress. His dark eyes were trained on you as you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock.

“I want you, too, more than anything,” you breathed as you squeezed the base of his cock. Simon propped himself up on his thick forearms as you slowly pumped your fist around his length. He groaned as you swiped your thumb across his slit, his body growing hotter by the second.

“Fuck, lovie-that’s it, just like that,” Simon groaned. You kissed the tip of his dick, your other hand rubbing and massaging his heavy balls as his legs shook. “Fuuuck,” he drawled as his cock grew even harder in your grasp. Simon screwed his eyes shut as you swirled your tongue around his flushed tip, your hand gliding up and down his girth at just the right pace. He grunted when he felt his dick grow hard enough, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Mind if I spoil my girl a little?” Simon asked. You swallowed and nodded. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get on the bed, then, love,” he murmured. You scrambled onto the bed, drawing another chuckle out of him at how quick you were to spread your legs. He eyed your pussy hungrily as he sucked on his fingers before pressing his thumb to your puffy clit. You keened and curled your toes as he gently pumped two of his digits inside your slick hole.

“Love how your pretty pussy hugs my fingers,” Simon groaned as he felt your walls clench around his thick digits. You gasped as he reached further inside and curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot. His heart skipped a beat as he pumped his fingers in and out of your tight hole, the ridges of each digit gliding along your soft walls.

He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, not minding the taste of himself in the slightest as he swiped his tongue over yours. He tilted his head a little, capturing you in an even deeper embrace as his chest rubbed over your hard nipples. After a few more strokes, Simon pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole gaping and begging for something to fill it.

“Think you’re ready for my cock, sweetheart?” Simon asked.

“Yes,” you said breathily. He flashed a warm smile before patting both of your thighs.

“You know what to do,” he said lowly. You giggled as you crawled down the bed, your body moving side to side in a hypnotic dance as you swayed your hips. Simon groaned as you arched your back and shook your rear, your curves luring him like a Siren’s song. You continued your little dance before you hovered your hips above his. He relished in feeling your soft thighs slotting over his waist as you took hold of his shaft.

His heart pounded in his ears as you rubbed his bulbous tip along your wet folds before sliding it around your tight entrance. Your lover squeezed your love handles as you slowly sank down on his cock. His breath hitched as he felt your hole spread wide open for him with a loud squelch. He dug his fingers into your flesh as your plush walls parted with every inch you took.

“God, this pussy’s so perfect for me baby,” he swallowed thickly as he felt the tightness constrict around his twitching member. You shuddered when he finally bottomed out inside you, his plump balls resting against the sheets as his cock throbbed inside your wet cavern.

“Feel so full, Si,” you keened as you arched your back. Simon’s pupils blew up as you slowly ground your hips back and forth, the gentle motion already making his mind sink further into primal desire. He groaned as your walls fluttered around him, your ass moving back and forth against his stomach as he pawed at your hips.

“Mmm look at you-my little fuck bunny spreadin’ herself open on my cock,” Simon moaned. You yelped when he slapped your ass, his eyes mesmerized by the way it jiggled and bounced. You sucked in a sharp breath before you started to slide your hips back and forth a little faster. Simon rubbed circles against your supple hips as you massaged his cock with your warm, tight walls. His heart raced as you finally raised your hips a few inches and sank back down, the flesh of your bum rippling as it came into contact with his taut lower stomach.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon cursed as your slick cunt gripped his member. The beautiful sound of your flesh slapping against his filled the room.

Plap Plap Plap Plap.

“S-Simon!” you cried out his name as he started to buck his hips in time with your bouncing. He bared his gritted teeth as he felt the familiar knot wind tighter and tighter inside his belly.

“Gonna cum, lovie? Gonna soak my lap, hm?” Simon grunted with a half-lidded stare. You nodded, your movements growing more sloppy as your slick dribbled down his length and pooled against his balls. You whined when he dug his nails into your waist, his throat tightening as your walls gripped and hugged his dick.

“Come on, then: cum for me, baby,” Simon groaned. You suddenly stiffened above him before sinking back down. Your cries flooded the room as your cunt spasmed around his thick shaft, a ring of cream oozing from between your two sexes as you chanted his name. Simon’s eyes rolled back as he felt his cock being sucked against your cervix as your slick pussy pulsated.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me,” he puffed and smoothed his hands over the crescents in your sides. You eventually rested on his lap before he suddenly raised your hips again. He groaned when his swollen cock slid out of your pussy with a slick “pop”. You turned your head, hands still gripping his thighs as you gave him a puzzled look.

“Not done with you yet,” Simon husked. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips as he spread your asscheeks apart. He sighed as he locked eyes with your puckering hole, your sweet juices coating your folds and sticking to the inside of your thighs. Your thighs shook as he leaned up and licked a bold, wet stripe up from your clit to your entrance. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted your delectable release, drinking it as if it were the most divine ambrosia. He smacked his lips before swirling his wet tongue around your hole, drawing a melodic moan from your precious, soft lips.

"H-Honey, baby, mmm!" you babbled as Simon prodded your entrance open with is wet muscle. You squealed as he thrusted his tongue inside, flicking the tip as deep as he could. Simon gripped your asscheeks as he moved his head side to side, savoring the way your arousal flowed into his desperate mouth. He smiled against your folds before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.

“Get on your back, lovie,” he said as he smoothed his hands over the globes of your ass. Your legs still shook as you crawled over the the pillows. He sighed at the beautiful sighed before him: puffy tummy sticking out and your thick thighs spread apart, letting your pretty, glistening cunt be on full display for him. Simon shuffled towards you before laying, his rough hands on your knees. “You still good for us to keep going?” he asked. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes,” you swallowed.

“Mmm, good,” Simon hummed. You gasped as he gently slid his hands beneath your thighs before pushing them up. Your belly and breasts shifted as he held your legs up before poking the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so much,” Simon growled before slowly pushing himself inside. “Make you leak with my cum for hours, I swear,” he panted. You mewled as he sank his heavy cock inside your pussy, your slick from your previous orgasm bubbling around his shaft. He squeezed the back of your knees as he slowly opened you up again, your velvety walls warm and soothing against his painfully hard erection.

“Shit, that’s it,” he said as he sheathed his cock fully inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. Simon panted and caught his breath before he suddenly snapped his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Si!” you screamed as you fisted the sheets. He flared his nostrils as he watched you close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, baby. Look at me,” he grunted. You opened your eyes, tears pouring down your soft cheeks as he pistoned his dick deep inside your squelching pussy. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Simon groaned. “Good fucking girl,” he growled.

His balls slapped against your asshole as he thrusted fast and deep, his release right there. He breathed heavily as he continued to fold you in half, his mind melting with every glide of his cock inside your sweet cavern. A thought suddenly broke through at the last second...a filthy, primal thought.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna-“ Simon choked as he felt his cock twitch and muscles seize. You cried as he pumped a few ropes inside your cunt before suddenly letting your legs fall back to the mattress. He grabbed his slick cock and pulled out.

“O-Oh my God,” you gulped as he pumped his shaft, painting your skin with his milky white cum. He licked the corner of his mouth as he shifted forward, coating your breasts with his thick, hot release. His breathing was ragged as his hips stuttered forward for the last time, the final stream of cum landing just across your hard right nipple.

Simon slowly blinked his eyes open as he held onto his softening cock. You were completely fucked out: eyes half-lidded as your cum-soaked tits rose and fell. He shuffled forward a bit more, letting the tip of his dick graze over your lip.

“Wanna clean up our little mess?” he murmured with a wry grin. You panted before sitting up, your body jiggling beneath him. You glanced up as you stuck your tongue out, lapping at your combined released on the underside of his cock. You soon enveloped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue and making him shudder.

“Mmm you know just how to do it, sweetheart,” Simon grinned as he stroked your cheek. You slowly bobbed your head up and down, your spit quickly replaces the cum coating his cock as you sank down deeper with each stroke. You gagged when you suddenly shoved your face forward, his cock bulging inside your throat before pulling back up.

You coughed a little when you released your grip on his length. He rubbed his fingertips through your hair as you gave his cock one final peck, lapping up a bead of loose cum and swallowing it down.

“Did so good f’me, my sweet girl,” Simon breathed as he let his hand fall down to caress your cheek. You gave a sheepish smile as you glanced away. He pecked your lips, tasting both of you on his tongue before he leaned back.

“Now, how about we take a nice, long shower, yeah?” he suggested with a lingering smirk. You raised a brow.

“And why would it be long, Simon?” you asked. Your lover chuckled, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

"You're just gonna have to come with me and find out," he replied.

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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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omg you know how charles said that his grandmum used to sew a little cross on his suit before every gp before she passed, what if y/n continues that tradition for her, sewing on a small cross on the cuff without him knowing, they were childhood besties and she was super closed with his grandmum too if you could add that as well!

Warnings: Fluff, maybe angst? Reader is platonic, no romance between the two

He wasn't sure how they were appearing. His grandmum had passed and no one else was able to sew the crosses into his race suit.

Yet, here he stood holding the suit in his hands staring at the little golden cross on his collar. He wanted to figure out who it was, it was killing him not knowing who was doing it.

Charles knew it had to be someone close to him, no one else knew that his grandmum did this. He kept this little tradition to himself, yet someone else knew.

You had grown up with the Leclerc's you were practically a Leclerc yourself with how much time you spent over at the house. Growing up before every race you would see Grandmum sewing a little cross in Charles's race suit.

She knew you would watch her, and one day she pulled you into the little secret. Teaching you how to do the little cross as she knew she wouldn't be around forever.

You kept the secret and never once told anyone else why you disappeared for a little bit before each race. Walking into the room you stop seeing Charles stare at the little cross.

"Charlie? Everything okay?" Charles jumps having been lost in thought, quickly blinking the tears away. "Yeah, I'm okay." Clearing his throat, the two of you just stare at one another.

"Oh! Sorry, you've got to get dressed." You let out a nervous giggle and move quick out of the room, not even knowing your little sew kit falls out. "Wait, Y/n-" You're already gone.

Charles bends down and picks up the little box, confused on what it could be. You two were close and seeing something he's never seen before has his curiosity. "What in the world." Opening it, he stops seeing a little needle, tiny pair of scissors, and golden thread.

Looking into the box, his vision become blurry, lips wobbling as all the memories of his grandmum come rushing back. Taking a deep breath, and sniffing he shakes his head. Trying to focus on the race, and not his emotions.

You scream loudly as Charles crosses the finish line, P1! He had won, it was an amazing race, with no mistakes from either side, Charles had won. Everyone rushes to the podiums, watching as Charles pulls up behind that first place sign, you try hard not to cry.

He wastes no time, hauling himself out of the cockpit. Ripping his helmet off, his eyes scan the crowd, landing on you. Dropping his stuff he rushes over to you. "Charlie you wo-" He yanks you forward, practically dragging you over the barrier as he hugs you close.

Hiding his face in his neck, you can't tell if it's tears or sweat dripping down your neck. He pulls away smiling brightly, kissing your forehead. "Thank you." He whispers over the roar of the crowd.

"What for?" You scream back, the crowd getting louder as more fans swarm the podiums. "For always being my friend, for just......for being you." Your eyes get watery as you nod hugging him back.

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riverbutghost · 8 months

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hello !!! I love your writing and all your prompts, I was just wondering if you’d be willing to do an extreme angst one where Everyone especially Simon notices The readers mental health go downhill , and on one of the missions reader goes berserk, or purposely tries getting themselves killed , thinking they’re doing a good thing ?

Try for me

yea yes yes. omg. thank you so much i love your support !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader (I didn’t know what to use so I used female pronouns<3)

Warnings: military stuff,, angst but happy ending! Also, the reader’s call sign is Crow.

Also this is phenomenal.

Gripping your gun tighter, you stumbled into the room. You quickly looked through the room and got out.

“If any of you find something, inform me so I can send help.”

Price’s voice came through the comms, and you sighed. If it was a month ago, you would have said something like ‘yes sir’ or anything. But now, you just wanted to deal with every single soldier by yourself.

It wasn’t a healthy thought for sure. But you just felt like you couldn’t do it anymore. You tried, so fucking hard but to no avail.

“I’ll pass on that.”

You smiled politely at your friends, who looked a bit skeptical. You saw from the corner of your eye that Soap and Ghost shared a knowing look. You didn’t care. All you cared was to sleep the day off.

“C’mere now, you love to play darts.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned to look at them.

“I’m just tired, see you tomorrow.”

They knew something was wrong, but didn’t press on it.

“Crow, you copy?”

You shook your head to clear your mind, but still your vision was blurred with tears. You didn’t know why, but it happened all the time. Your throat would wobble and your eyes would water, but you didn’t cry. You couldn’t. Because you were never alone by yourself. Not when you were on a long mission.

“Yeah?”

You answered Price, sighing softly.

“I told you to-“

The line was cut off immediately, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Captain?”

You gulped after hearing no sign from him. You took a good look around you, but couldn’t comprehend anything.

“Fuck, not now.”

You mumbled to yourself as you harshly kicked a rock. Your chest started tightening, your headache got worse. All you needed was to cry, but you couldn’t.

Pursing your lips tighter, you held back a sob after the door opened. You gripped the blanket over your head, pretending to sleep on the couch.

The footsteps stopped right in front of you, and you tried to even your breathing.

“Crow..?”

You cursed your body for shaking slightly. You peeked your head through the blanket.

“Hey, uhm..”

Simon’s eyes scanned your face and he sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice was abnormally soft, and you felt your eyes watering again. Getting softness from a guy who was intimidating and wore masks and kill people was what made the situation worse for you.

“Hey, hey..easy. S’fine, just wanted t’know because you don’t seem okay.”

You sniffed and pulled the blanket over you again, not wanting to ugly cry in front of your lieutenant.

“Is it about the mission..? Are you.. stressed? Sure, it is a hard one, but you have us. And we have you..”

You sobbed quietly as his hand traced patterns on your knees, touch soft as ever.

It wasn’t about the mission.

Loosening your grip on your gun, you sighed and threw it away. You could practically hear Price’s disappointed screams, harsh words that would go in one ear and out the other. But you were alone now.

Maybe if you just went to the soldiers and ask them to kill you, it would be easier.

You stared at the enemy, talking with each other about their daily lives. Not giving a single shit about killing people, torturing their kids and families.

You sighed and sat down behind a tree, holding your knees in a tight hug.

Closing your eyes, your lips wobbled a little but you sighed.

“Aye, Lt. What’s wrong with her?”

Soap muttered under his breath to Ghost, and he looked at you.

You were sitting down next to another rookie. Everyone was chatting around the camp fire, relaxing their minds for the upcoming mission.

That was Gaz’ idea. The camp fire.

Everyone was laughing, having a good time. You were sitting there, smiling at your teammate as he was making impressions of your other teammates.

You weren’t there, though. Anyone who knew your ups and downs would know that. You were pretending, something you did pretty good. But Soap knew, Ghost knew.

God, even Price could see it.

Ghost was the only one who saw you crying. It was the day before. You cried while he patted your knee.

It was something that affected him. Seeing you cry did so many things to his already broken heart, but he would get through it.

His main concern was you.

He dismissed Soap, and went over to sit next to you. You turned to look at the person who sat next to you, only to find him. Your smile faltered a bit, but you smiled again.

“When are you gonna stop this?”

You swallowed and tried not to break your smile.

“What, Simon?”

You called him by his real name, which was a warning. But Ghost wasn’t a guy that would consider a warning.

“Bullshit. I know you’re not here mentally. Talk to me.”

His voice dropped an octave and he gripped his gloves, ripping them off from his hands. Your sharp eyes met his as you opened your mouth for harsh words.

“Just because we made a mistake by fucking doesn’t give you the option to talk to me like you’re my psychologist.”

You hissed through clenched teeth, and got up.

You stormed out of the area, bumping your shoulder to Soap’s in the process.

“Hey-“

Ghost’s eyes never left you as he came next to Soap.

“Leave it Johnny.” He mumbled with raging eyes.

“Crow, where are you?!”

You gasped quietly as you shot up from the ground. You were looking at the sky, almost hypnotized.

You looked at the time on your clock, and you were there for an hour.

You looked around, finding the soldiers still talking and waiting.

You got up, walked towards them with slow and unsteady steps.

The soldiers saw you and got their guns ready. You didn’t even surrender.

“It’s for the best.” You mumbled to yourself as you took another step.

“Stop right there, lady!”

Someone yelled, but other hushed him.

“She’s one of them!”

You waited for the guns to start firing. You sighed deeply as you thought about the hurt you caused your loved ones. It was going to be better for everyone.

You held your breath and closed your eyes as the fires started, only to realize that you were flying.

Opening your eyes, you looked behind you to see your lieutenant’s chin.

“Sim-“

“Shut it.”

He put you into the truck, and locked the doors after he got out.

A pained sob left your throat after he left, and you held your face in your hands.

What was wrong with you? What the hell were you thinking? No, it would be better if you died. You’re a pussy.

The door of the truck opened harshly, and Simon got in.

“What the fuck was that?!” He yelled, hand slamming down in anger.

You just sobbed after that, but he shook his head.

“Fuckin’ hell.. I told you to talk to me, didn’t I?! You were going to die!”

Hi clenched his hands, fisting them. He punched the metal door and you flinched.

“Fuck..”

He mumbled again, and looked up at you. His eyes were red, angry.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked after minutes of silence other than your broken sobs.

“It would be better-“

“No!”

He yelled again, body tense with so much anger.

“I hurt you all the time! Why, because of my fucking mental health? I promise you wouldn’t miss me if I died.”

Simon’s eye twitched as he punched his thigh. He pointed his finger at you accusingly. He took a deep breath before talking.

“You listen to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Nor do Soap or anyone want it. You hear me? I’ll take care of you, you’ll be better. Therapy, whatever the hell you want or need. I’ll fuckin’ do it. But you will not do..that again, yeah?”

Your face was scrunched up and Simon moved towards you, to hold you in his arms while you ugly cry. A big pained sob left you, making Simon’s heart clench.

“I’m sorry, M’such a wreck.”

Simon just held you tighter, brain fogged with the shit you tried to pull just minutes ago.

“Never, you hear me? Never do that again. Or I swear, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

You knew what he meant. He was scared. So were you.

“Tell me.” He mumbled into your hair, after minutes passed. You were now breaking deeply.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s it.”

You sniffled one last time.

“Let’s go, yeah? Wanna take a long bath. Gonna wash you up, sweet girl.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you thought about the man who was holding you.

You would try, just for him.

#call of duty #call of dooty #cod mwf2 #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #cod mw x reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #drabble #cod men #angst fluff #request for riverbutghost

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javierpena-inatacvest · 3 months

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This gif makes me imagine when Osita is pregnant with Lucy, and even though her bump isn't visible yet, Javi can't stop kissing Osita's stomach 😩😩😩😩😩

https://www.tumblr.com/iamasaddie/740523139573907456/just-gonna-leave-it-here-and-go-to-sleep

OMG NON 😭😩 Please, this is the SWEETEST THING, his hand is literally glued to her stomach the moment she finds out she's pregnant 🥺

Oh, Baby!

"Are you gonna let me get up to go pee, or are you gonna need to follow me to the bathroom so you can keep touching my belly?" You giggled, reluctantly removing Javi's palm splayed across your stomach, gently rubbing soft circles along your skin as the two of you laid tangled in the warm sheets of your bed.

"Fine, I guess..." With a pouty frown, Javi hesitantly lifted his hand off your stomach, his sweet, brown puppy dog eyes following you all the way to the ensuite attached to your bedroom as you sat down to pee for what felt like the 17th time since getting ready for bed.

"You've known I'm pregnant for a whopping 4 hours and you're already pouting because God forbid I have to go take a piss and you can't be glued to my hip. Are you gonna survive when you have to go into work on Monday? I don't think that you are." You teased, snickering to yourself as you sat on the toilet, peaking your head out of the open doorframe just enough to see Javi laughing and playfully rolling his eyes at you, elbow propped up as his head rested against his hand while he laid on the bed, admiring you from afar.

Quickly flushing and washing your hands, you scurried back into bed, snuggling under the sheets to be greeted by Javi's embrace, his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you in against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other made its way back to its new residence on your stomach, leaning down to pepper kisses across your belly, making you squeal and squirm in delight.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby. We're really gonna have a baby and our own little family. Fuck, I'm so fucking happy. I love you so much. I love the both of you so much." Javi sniffed, trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, looking up at you with an awestruck grin on his face as his hand rubbed back and forth across your stomach.

"Stop, you're gonna make me cry now, too, jerk!" You huffed, wiping your wet cheeks that now hurt from how big your smile had grown, "We love you so much too, Jav." Placing your hand over top the one he had flushed against your belly, you tilted your head in to meet his lips in a soft and tender kiss, pulling away after planting another kiss on his cheek and softly whispering in his ear. "But you gotta ease up the grip there, Peña, or you're gonna make me pee again."

OKAY GOOBYE WHILE I SCREAM I'M NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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omg i need to see “mutual friends alerting the other about something they definitely deserve to know” and “anxiously waiting for them to come home so that they could give them a piece of their mind” please!! i love your angst it’s soul crushingly delicious 🫶

whew i got carried away, but this is a fave out the gate

It started as a dare, a shitty, drunken, jokeable dare.

“I dare you….” Flash hiccups then burps in his hand, he chuckles and throws it at MJ who gags, “I dare you… Y/N…. to kiss Parker.”

You made eye contact with Peter, it was a dumb dare, you were new to the group of friends, but even you could play into the game. You shrug like, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Peter acts the same, he’s not in highschool anymore, he wasn’t scared to kiss girls.

“Okay, let’s go Peter.” You stand to wave him over to the closet, Flash stops you with a buzz sound. “Nope, right here where we can all see.” You look at him oddly, “that’s weird but okay.”

You and Peter are friends, he’s cute sure but you weren’t hungry for his attention, you just thought he was kind and funny, and quiet, but somehow full of charm so when he spoke you made sure to listen. But it’s not like you had a crush on him or anything.

Peter stood in front of you, you stepped closer and pulled his neck towards you.

“Pucker up, parker.”

And… holy shit.

The kiss was like fireworks, a feeling like you’ve never had before. It made your entire body buzz like when you whack your funny bone against a doorframe. Neither of you could pull away, both experiencing what true blissfulness was made of, forgetting the dare you lost yourself into Peter.

Until the group laughs, it makes you feel like this was a set up.

“Not bad, Parker.” You’re breathless.

“Not so bad yourself,” he is too.

You shrug, “a dares a dare, right?”

“Anything to please the peanut gallery,” Flash chugs his cup while Ned counts down.

Something in both your eyes told each other it wouldn’t be the last time.

Safe to say, it was no one's question how you’ve found yourself in Peter Parker’s bed for the hundredth time.

Friends with benefits sucks, give someone the girlfriend benefits, she’ll think she’s the girlfriend. It really, really hurt to find out you weren’t, no matter how aware you were the reality check hit you hard.

“Uh, I don’t…. Look, you and Peter are hooking up right?”

You could deny it, but that would be dumb. The friend group knows it, you both won’t confirm or deny, but when you hook up with someone who’s roommate is in the friend group, people are gonna know.

“Something like that.”

MJ sniffed, “but, you’re not serious right, like you’re not secretly dating or anything?”

You don’t like that she’s asking questions, MJ was one of those ‘the less I know the better’ people, so her asking gave you an edge, there was a reason for the interrogation.

You narrow your eyes, did Peter put her up to this? Does he want to know if you want more, or maybe he’s trying to see if you caught feelings.

“Who’s asking, did Peter put you up to this?”

MJ looks sad when you say that, a small frown pulls at the corner of her lip. “No, nothing like that. I just want to make sure you guys aren’t a thing.”

Why was she acting so odd, this was an one eighty from her normal self.

“What’s with the interrogation, trying to get a job with the FB-”

“Peter’s hooking up with another girl.”

MJ’s voice was rushed, like she had to say it right then or it would be taken to the grave. She gasps for air, like the admission choked her. Your ears ring, head feels hot and fuzzy, your chest clenches, you think you’re going to puke.

MJ repeats your name, you can’t stop reciting her words.

She snaps, you blink. “Oh.”

It shouldn’t hurt like this. It was friendly, it was not supposed to be serious. But then the line between friends with benefits and dating started to blur more and more and suddenly you were only reminded you weren’t dating when you were around your friends. But there was trust, it was supposed to be about trust, and part of that was not hooking up with anyone else. The rules were if either one started to hook up with other people it would stop, but he broke the rules.

You never took Peter Parker to be a rule breaker.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if it was serious between you guys but when I saw him kiss her I-”

You held up a hand, you didn’t want to hear the rest of it. It didn’t matter, he broke a promise, and so did you. No one was supposed to get hurt, and yet here you are ready to break down the second you’re able to get alone.

“Fuck.” you whisper the words, nothing else comes to mind. You just wanted to disappear, everything was numb and you wanted to go back in time three months ago and just take a shot instead of participating in Flash’s dumb dare.

“MJ, I’m sorry but I have to go, I think I have to break up with Peter.”

Her shoulders slump, “do you want a hug? She’s not even a fan of physical affection but you look desperate to be comforted, you wave her off, you tell her if she touches you you’ll cry. She apologizes, she hates that she had to be the one to tell you.

You tell her it’s fine. You say it enough to yourself you start to believe the lie, all you have to do is erase Peter from your place, then he can leave your mind. So, the moment you enter your own apartment, you pick up every piece of his and stow it in a box.

Clothes, games, books, a toothbrush, a watch, even his spare phone charger. Nothing of his was to stay, to solidify the importance of this decision, to prove that you were serious you stripped your sheets and made a trip to the laundry room before sending a text to Peter.

“Come pick up your shit.”

He answered with a question mark, you didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing a read receipt.

You felt ballsy, and you even had the fire in you for a minute. But the idea of seeing Peter any minute, and having to confront him, look in his baby brown eyes and pull the plug aches you. It hurt to know that if he had begged and asked for a do over there would be a large chunk of you that would dare say yes, anything to keep him.

But he broke the rules.

Without rules it’s only chaos and destruction, you didn’t need that with him.

You imagine how you’ll do it.

Throw the box at him, tell him it’s over and make him leave? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Tell him he’s a lying piece of shit that broke your heart? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Ask him why he’d do this with you knowing you’d catch feelings? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Yell at him? Curse his name, tell him he’s a monster, that he broke the most important rule? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Tell him you loved him, and you thought he did too?

No, you’ll have to see him again.

It all ends the same, you’ll have to see him again knowing what you had and what he did. Or, you just leave the friend group, it would suck not having friends but you could make new ones, ones you didn’t sleep with no matter how cute, or how good kissing them feels, no matter if they promise they won’t hurt you like the others did.

You washed down the imagery with a glass of wine, nothing felt right and you had no reason to be anxious. You pour another half glass, swig most down, then head to the building’s basement to put your sheets in the dryer.

Nothing feels as right as Peter, you hate that he’s making you do this.

You felt your stomach knot up when there was a knock on the door, you knew it was Peter. Your roommate was at her girlfriend’s and had a key, you only invited Peter over for the night, you wonder if it might be MJ but she would never show up unannounced.

He knocks again, you finish the second glass of wine.

Peter’s face lights up when you swing the door open, his eyebrows rise and so does his grin.

“Hi, baby.” He’s cheerful, dressed in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his white and blue Nikes poked out the bottoms. He looked adorable and you hated it, you were supposed to hate him, not hug him.

You pointed at his box of things on the coffee table.

“I packed your shit up.”

Peter stepped through the door, looked at you then the box, then you, then the box. Finally, “why?”

“So it’s easier to carry out, silly.”

You wish your sheets were done, your hands need something to do, they’re starting to shake.

Peter shakes his head like he’s trying to wash the response from his head, “why would I need to carry my stuff out?”

This wasn’t a scenario you dreamed up, just being blunt.

“Because I’m breaking up with you.”

Peter’s face twitches, you raise a finger to continue.

“Correction, I’m ending things. To break up we’d have to date, you just fucked me.”

Talk about blindsided. Peter thinks he’s been shot, puts a hand on his chest and slumped in the chair next to the table with his things. He’s checking to see if his heart is still there, it feels like it dissipated the second the words left your lips.

His head falls into his hand, he rubs at his jaw.

“I…” He didn’t know where to go with that.

I thought we had something?

I thought this meant more than that?

I thought I loved you, and you did too?

Instead he sighs, he can’t make you change your mind.

“Okay. Um, okay. Sure.” He slaps his thighs then rubs at them, he doesn’t want to leave, it will feel real.

Finally he looks towards you, “why?” Peter’s voice cracked, he was distraught, if you weren’t so upset yourself you’d want to console him.

You round the corner, you look at his things tucked in the box. Small things, but held memory. The first shirt you slipped on after he came to yours, the toothbrush you made space for on your counter, a comic book he had read you, his wristwatch. It was bulky and digital, you found it on your desk while he was in the shower, you strapped it on but it still loosely dangled, you ran into the bathroom to rip the curtain back, you remember shoving your arm in his face.

“Look at me, I’m go go gadget.”

You didn’t realize you had it in your hand until the watch face blinked at you, that’s when you noticed you were crying.

You were supposed to be tough, he wasn’t supposed to see you cry. You were supposed to hold it together and show that you didn’t need him.

But you weren’t tough, and you were crying, and the one person who could make the hurt go away was the same one that caused it.

“You broke the rule,” your words wavered, you tried to say it strongly.

Peter’s mind is racing, what rule, what rule, what rule?

“MJ told me you hooked up with someone else.”

Confusion fell over his face, if you didn’t trust MJ as much as you did you might question if she made the whole thing up.

“No, I didn’t… I didn’t break the rule.” Peter’s head shakes slowly, he’s trying to piece together the information, he didn’t hook up with anyone else, he swears on it.

You sniffle and wipe at a stray tear, Peter looks at you sad, you know he wants to hold you tight.

“MJ said you were kissing someone else.”

He’s still searching in his mind, you can tell. The new information races through his memory, he’s searching for a kiss, then it clicks, he knows what MJ’s talking about.

“Oh!” He jumps up, he can save this.

“I know what she’s talking about. Yes, MJ is not lying, I did kiss another girl.”

Your face drops, it felt like a suckerpunch when he admitted it. Peter sees the hurt cross over your face, he reaches out for your arms but you shy away, he hates that you won't let him touch you.

“Peter, I don’t… this meant something to me, something really big, and I thought it did for you too.”

Peter doesn’t like how this is going, he can save this, he knows it.

“It did! It does! Just, hear me out, please?”

You don’t say anything but your glance at his face is taken for a go ahead.

“It was at the Bjorn party, I went with MJ and I swear it all makes sense cause she was giving me the stink eye the whole ride home and I had no idea why. But there was this girl there and I swear to you on everything I just walked by and she grabbed me.”

You scoff, “real believable, peter. Next you’re going to say you had no control over it and she threw herself on you?”

Peter winced, “kinda, but not really. She was quick with it, I did pull back but she pulled me back in and I could just see she was… I don’t know, terrified. She looked absolutely petrified and I just knew she needed someone she could trust and I gave her a second to explain. Her ex-boyfriend was at the party and he’d been stalking her and she couldn’t find her friends and she said she was with her new boyfriend but she didn’t have one and he’d been following her around to prove she didn’t have a boyfriend,”

He was just rambling and confusing you now, “where is this going, peter?”

Peter sighed, this time when he reached for your hand you let him grab it.

“She asked if I would kiss her to get her ex off her back, that’s it. MJ must’ve seen me at the right time, but I promise that was it.”

You looked him up and down, he seemed sincere.

“I didn’t even get her name, we didn’t make out either. It was just a peck that lasted like ten seconds, and I would’ve told you, I swear. If I had ever done anything with anyone at any point during this I would’ve told you, but I forgot about it. It was like a favor, and I just didn’t think about it like that.”

“How did you kiss her?”

Peter’s eyebrows turn in, “I just told-”

“No, show me.”

He looks surprised but he won’t ask questions, actually he will ask one.

“Do you want me to replay the exact scene or just the kiss?”

Your eyes sparkled, “if you’re offering a theatrical rendition I won’t say no.”

He looks behind him and pulls you over to the wall, he spins you so your back is against the wall.

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk past you and you need to pull me in by my shirt, got it?”

You bite back a laugh and nod, he returns a grin and jogs backwards. He gets into character and clears his throat, then begins to walk by. You do as he says and reach out, you pull the pocket of his hoodie and tug him into you, on instinct his hand hits the back of the wall and he looks shocked, he pulls himself away.

“Pull me back in, closer this time.” He spoke from the corner of his mouth, you follow instruction. His hips brush against yours, he tries to move away but you improv and hold him to you. “Now start rambling off about your creep ex boyfriend and you want me to kiss you.”

If he wants damsel in distress you’ll give it to him.

The back of your hand comes up to rest against your forehead as you swoon, “oh, mr handsome hero man, please help me, my ex boyfriend, you see, he’s been watching me and i’m all alone and scared and I need a big strong man to bravely kiss me so he’ll leave me alone, are you up to the task my knight in shining armor?”

Peter nods along with your words, “that’s exactly how it happened.”

“And being the man up to the task, I spun her like this,” he pulled at your hip so your right side was pushed against the wall, “so he could get a view, and I kissed her like this,” his hand came up to cup your jaw, but there was no softness. His thumb didn’t brush over your cheek like it normally did, he didn’t brush your hair back or look in your eyes and smile softly, like every moment before kissing you was just a lead up until he could. He just grabbed your face and pulled you in a little, mostly he was leaning to meet you, and placed his mouth against yours.

No flow or movement, just a holding kiss against your top lip. At the last second he pulled and gave you a little movement, nothing more than a few seconds. At max, a ten second kiss. And it lacked everything Peter normally gave you, it was disappointing to say the least. Frustrating and pathetic at most.

Peter could read on your face you absolutely hated that, he understands, it was a shit kiss. But it also wasn’t you he was kissing, so he gave nothing, and he’s showing you exactly how it happened.

“I pulled away first, by the way. And-”

“Peter, I’m gonna need you to kiss me for real, I need to wash that down with something good.”

He hummed, “sure thing, honey.” It was a real kiss, a Peter kiss, the one where he pulls you in delicately, he looks over your face and smiles, his thumb wiped under your eye catching a fallen eyelash. He captures your bottom lip, and breathes into you, you follow his mouth with each movement. He won’t pull away first, he’s already on thin ice, he thinks that for the next week absolutely anything you want will be granted.

When you broke off and his eyes opened you couldn’t help the blush that took over. There’s that love, you say to yourself. You need to hear the rest of the story.

“You may now continue the tale my noble knight,” you bow to him.

“It worked, when we turned around he was gone. She thanked me and then told me she hoped my girlfriend wouldn’t mind me helping her out.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest, a hip cocked out. “Girlfriend?”

Peter laughed, he held a hand over his chest. “I swear to god, she said the only way I would kiss her like that was because I had a girl, she said she could tell and that's why she could trust me. She said something about girl code and helping sisters out but I wasn’t a sister, so that part confused me.”

At last you reached out to hug him, “your girlfriend isn’t mad and she’s glad you helped a sister in need. She also will put your things back where they were.”

Peter’s arms wrap around you just as tight, “did you just become my girlfriend?”

You nod against his chest, your cheek squished against his chest, “yeah,” you dragged out.

Peter squeezed you, like he’s won a golden ticket he mumbles against the crown of your head, “sweet.”

You shove him back in panic, an alarm bell in your head.

“Oh shit! My sheets!”

#peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker fluff #my writing

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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hello luv how are you doing? I’ll let you know u’r curring my depression. Could you please write an angsty pov with simon riley where he finds a fem reader on the old russian base on his mission??? so he sees her russian uniform and aimes his weapon on her but hesitates once he sees she’s unarmed combat medic?? and she kinda hides there in the from her comrades cuz they claimed her a traitor for saving an “enemy” soldier’s life?

if that’s too much and definitely not what you wanna write it’s totally okay. sorry. and thank u again hope u have a good day!!

omg hi anon! i'm doing good, but i hope you are doing even better! <3 yeah, i can do that for you :) hope this is okay for you!

cw: angst(ish), cursing, idk if i missed any let me know

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Combat Medic Reader

Simon was currently securing some intel from an enemy base, exploring what he thought was empty, abandoned. Just before he was about to leave and call it clear, he felt the need to check the only quarters with a closed door.

As he walked in, he instantly raised his gun. He didn't get a good look at first, just noticing her Russian uniform, but his finger let off the trigger when he saw her - froze, hands up, unarmed.

She was clearly beat up, bruises scattered amongst her arms, a neat gash on the side of her head. Messy, matted hair. Could tell you were exhausted.

"I'm sorry! Please! Please don't kill me," you begged.

"What are you doin'... here?" Ghost asked.

You swallowed as you tried to find your words, unsure if he'd believe you.

"Come on, spit it out."

"I am hiding here... from my comrades..." you started. "They call me a traitor."

"Traitor? Why?"

"I saved an enemy's life... They were unarmed, in so much pain," you sniffed, lips quivering as you cried. "They said... they said-"

"Shh, quiet down, now," he rasped. He didn't really know what to think. On one hand, he thought it was brave, heroic of you. It's your job. On the other, he didn't want to risk getting involved with a possible dangerous situation.

"Are they lookin' for you?"

"Yes... I know I need to get out of here but," you shrugged. "I don't know... They could kill me."

"None of that, now," he whispered. "Let's get you out of here first. I'll get you some place safe."

He led you back to a safe area, and helped you get into the passenger side of the truck. He hopped in the passenger seat, quietly sitting there as he took out his phone, sending a few texts.

"Suppose you could come with me," he spoke. "But, you can't wear... that. And don't go snoopin' around... or do anythin' to get yourself killed."

You nodded your head understandingly. "Yes, sir. Thank you... thank you."

He got out a few spare pairs of cargo pants and some shirts, tossing them down in the middle seat. "I'll stop somewhere soon. Let you change and... get yourself cleaned up."

You were beyond thankful he was helping you. Maybe this was your chance to start over, fully get away from your old comrades, from the military.

You feel cleaner than before, able to make yourself decent at a truck stop and get into a... clean enough pair of clothes.

Just as you expected, coming onto this new base, you were questioned by everybody. They had to make sure you weren't putting up an act, but they soon halfway trusted your sincereness.

You were shown to a spare room, and instantly plopped into the bed. Needing the rest as you now felt somewhat safe. It was very much awkward, so you didn't want to leave your room, but you were so hungry you had no choice.

It was late at night at this point, a little bit past 1200. Figuring everyone was asleep, you walked into the shared kitchen to find some grub only to be startled by the large presence before you, the man who saved you, a little bit dressed down than how you met him before.

"Hungry?" he asked. "Food in the fridge."

"Thank you..." you spoke quietly. "Hey... what's your name?"

He just looked at you before he answered. "Ghost."

"Thank you, Ghost..." you weakly smiled. "For saving me."

He hummed as he nodded.

"You didn't have to-"

"I know."

"I-I'm Y/N. Nice to... meet you," you chirped as you opened the fridge, picking up a container of leftovers that seemed decent enough to eat.

"Yeah. Well, have a good night," he walked away from you, not looking back as you watched his tall figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway.

A/N - I liked this idea a lot, I just hope I wrote it okay lol.

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panelshowsource · 5 months

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i’d love to know, what are some panel show moments you think about a lot?

omg like just off the top of my head?

just the whole episode of cats after jimmy's tax avoidance scandal

"good evening your majesty you tax-dodging bitch"

david mumbling "chancellor of the exchequer" in small font

when the horne section was doing macarena on catsdown and the rose was so limp WHY WAS IT SO LIMP

the greatest breath smeller game

"this makes me so angry because they wouldn't show the clip of me attacking my mother with a taser! i thought it was really funny!"

josh groban being an absolute wizard at singing intros followed by martin freeman being an absolute wizard at guessing them to the point production asked him to slow down giving the answer because he was too good

when stacey solomon said she likes teresa may and jimmy carr, gino d'acampo, and carol vorderman were absolutely speechless

alex’s reaction after joe says he has pineapple in his ass

when jimmy used the 30 seconds to wax his leg??

the way the queen’s pussy being haunted was like genuine headline news

mark sending greg 148 texts and getting 0 points ("what a terrible waste of time")

when that nude model came on for jimmy to (pretend) to live draw and lee mack was so gobsmacked at that man's penis he violently elbowed david o'doherty going "look at that!"

"you wouldn't do that during shakespeare, would you?"

on outsiders when joe wilkinson couldn't believe david mitchell is only 47 and literally said "do you live outside"

phil wang roasting ed gamble and saying "ed's girlfriend is such a dog i tried to eat her"

"you cannot imply that only gay people eat vegetables"

♪ but bin men get sad ♪

when those podcasters were reading joe wilkinson his own tweets and he was sweating so much and then just covered his eyes and went "what's wrong with me..."

"stephen fry wouldn't read 'pussy-friendly finger'"

when johnny vegas was literally eating a tin of fucking dog food and kathy burke was like "what's happening??" and jimmy so nonchalantly went "we're just eating dog food :)"

when noel ate some of alex's beard and greg said "you are aware that when we're at home alex is only allowed to move around like a snake?"

every joe & rachel hug ever here's a cute one :')

claudia completely bodying this lie and everyone's animals being so cute and funny and rob and lee complaining just the whole thing

on rhlstp when richard was Being Richard for the last hour and louis theroux was Over It and richard went "have you ever tried to suck your own cock?" and louis just died and then muttered "...do we have to..."

"i don't really eat potatoes it feels a bit irish :/"

johnny vegas pulling something out of rhod gilbert's pants, sniffing it, and then scandalising the entire room by saying "i've been told i smell better from behind than i do from the front, lovers have told me"

gosh my rotted brain is always rattling around panel show moments ..i wish to be cured

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brainrot-jikan · 6 months

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imagine a world where danheng is dating stelle. a universe switching moment happens, and suddenly stelle is replaced with caelus. after the initial confusion and panic, the astral express crew decides stelle must be male in the other universe (this is male stelle? omg how wild is that) they get a lot cooler about caelus.

caelus is not particularly concerned about getting back (someone smarter than him will figure this out) but he IS concerned about danheng being weirdly standoffish and march being weirdly… something. she stares at him for long moments without blinking, stands really close, asks him very odd questions, and he swears that one time she sniffed him.

just as caelus is becoming convinced there's a lot more differences in this universe than his gender, march says something that lets it slip that stelle and danheng are dating.

(what caelus doesn't put together is that march has been so curious about him because she's practically convinced herself that the other universe her is dating this weird male version of stelle, and trying to decide how she feels about that.

caelus doesn't put this together because he's too busy saying, "the other me is dating danheng? im sorry, i could have been dating danheng this whole time?? that was an option??")

caelus then starts operation, observe-the-danheng-who's-dating-alternate-universe-him.

danheng does not like this operation. he would like to not think about any of this at all, thanks, and also he'd like his girlfriend back from the mystery void, can they please focus on that? but now caelus is doing what march was doing, staring a lot, standing too close, ignoring personal boundaries and social norms. but the thing is, even though caelus and stelle aren't the same person, they kind of are. and danheng keeps forgetting himself and finding caelus kind of dumb and charming and--oh hell, is he into guys? he did not need to know this about himself.

anyway. shortly after, caelus and stelle are returned to their rightful universes. danheng is very relieved to see his girlfriend, and does his best to never think of the incident again.

meanwhile in the other universe, caelus starts operation: seduce danheng.

#hsr #danheng #stelle #caelus #danheng x stelle #danheng x caelus #dancae #i dont know the dan stelle one is it just danstelle #oh well #this isn't a rare pair but it is a thought i needed to exorcise

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the-karma-cafe · 27 days

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Medium honor Arthur picks up character but it’s for a crime she didn’t do! Oh and outdoorsy love stuff

a/n: omg ok i dont know what you mean by outdoorsy love stuff is that SEX or is that FLUFF (im giving you both) thank you for the request !!

warnings: DID NOT PROOFREAD, sex (hell no !!!), spanking, he's a little mean but not really (as medium honor usually goes), mildly dubious consent

It was the age-old story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I discovered Mrs. Braithwaite on the floor一thick, wine-red blood pooled beneath her chest一I’d barely had a second to react before one of her sons screamed, tackling me to the ground. His fingers were bruising against my arms, shaking me, asking what the fuck was the matter with me, telling me I’d fucking swing for this.

I don’t even remember how I got away from him, slamming something into his skull and breaking free from that iron grip, leaping off the balcony without a second thought.

It was only miles away on one of their prized horses did it finally hit me that whatever case I’d had to defend myself with was long gone. I wouldn’t be able to show my face in Rhodes again一or really anywhere else一with a high-profile family like the Braithwaites on my ass.

I kept riding further north, hoping to put as much distance between me and that damn corpse as possible. Of all the people, it had to be her, and it had to be me.

By the time I reached Valentine, I’d felt more sorry for myself than I had in a long time. Thanked my lucky stars I always kept my money on me and bought some supplies there to… well, live on the lam, I supposed.

But for the first couple nights, I moped. Stayed in the saloon every morning and the hotel every night一not much else to do in a livestock town.

When I felt a bit better, I sold the Braithwaite horse. It was big and proud and all sorts of attention-grabbing. I bought a different one一drab and small, but fast.

Sooner than I thought, the news had travelled. A new bounty poster was slapped right on the wooden post outside the saloon, my sketchy reflection glaring back at me. MURDEROUS MAID.

I pursed my lips. They could’ve spared me the alliteration.

Tore it down, stuffed it in my bag, and left town. Wouldn’t take long for a small town like Valentine to put two and two together.

The bounty was nothing to sneeze at. I was almost flattered. Wanted alive, $500. I figured it’d take a lot to deter bounty hunters from $500, so I took to the mountains. It was likely just a matter of time, but by god was I going to make them work for it.

Now, here I was, having found some barn to hole up in, next to the remains of a torched homestead (I’d briefly picked through it and rescued a dented can of peaches and a lock box holding some fancy necklace). Would’ve preferred the house, but shelter was shelter. Peaches (affectionately named after said can) seemed to like it in here, at least.

“You want one, boy?” I held one out to where he sat a foot or so away from me. For only having just met me, he was a sweet horse, resting his head on my lap while I slept, following me around while I hunted (although I quickly found he loved to scare off game, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to just stay put, goddammit).

Peaches leaned his big head forward and sniffed at the proffered fruit. To my surprise, he snorted and turned away from it, flicking back his ears and giving me a severe side-eye. “What!” I laughed, bringing it back away from him. “Now you tell me.”

He huffed out of his nose, like it should have been quite obvious, thank you very much. I giggled and continued to eat, idly watching the flame flicker in one of the lanterns hung from the ceiling.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, still not any closer to figuring out my future than I was a month ago.

The next morning, I ventured back into the wilderness to hunt. So far, I’d been a bit less successful than I’d hoped, but I had done well enough for myself.

I breathed out slowly, my arm steadily following the movements of a buck a couple yards away. My breath puffed out white in front of me, warming my nose. This was the closest I’d ever gotten to game this big.

The buck lowered its head, nosing past the snow to the damp grass below. I kept my arrow aimed above, where I knew its head would return. A breath in. C’mon…

It raised its head, staring off to its right somewhere, and I stretched back the string, my grip still a bit wobbly against its force. Another breath out.

A whisk of air whooshed over me, and I startled, releasing my grip on the arrow. It flew a couple feet away before planting headfirst into the snow. Something forcibly tightened around my torso, crushing my arms against my sides. What the hell?! I yelped in surprise and wobbled from my perch, falling backwards.

My head dented the snow behind me, sending it down my collar and into my hair, freezing my neck and ears. “Ahh!” I struggled against the coil around me, simultaneously flinching away from the cold now assaulting my warm skin.

Footsteps crunched over to me, and an upside-down face and chest soon came into view. He looked down at me with a pleased expression on his face, or at least it seemed like it, it was hard to tell behind that high collar and tipped hat.

He rounded to my front and his gloved hands yanked at the rope, pulling me slightly up from the snow to face him better. He squinted at my face, now surely pinkened from the snow I could still see on my lashes. His chest rumbled with approval, and he nodded, more to himself than me. “Thought so.”

“What?” I exhaled, staring up at him dumbly.

He cracked a smile, and this time I could tell. “The murderous maid, I take it?”

My blood ran cold. Oh, fuck. I had almost forgotten, tucked away in this silent, snowy haven.

Apparently my expression was all it took to confirm things for him. His smile turned to a smirk and he tugged at the rope, bringing me up to stand. I instinctively pushed away from him, but he held me firmly to him, his arms thick and strong (my god this man was big). He looped the rope around me again before tying it securely at my front.

Then, he promptly threw me over his shoulder and began to walk.

“Let me go!!” I thrashed from my perch, kicking at him.

He growled and tightened his grip on my thighs. “Kick me again and I'll make you regret it, girl.”

A fearful whimper slipped past my lips and I stilled.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunted, but his grip didn’t loosen.

He whistled, loud and sharp, and I heard the familiar sound of hooves approaching. The image of Peaches by himself in the barn flitted through my head.

“Um, mister?” I whispered, my tone timid and polite. The tone I used to use with the Braithwaites.

He heaved a sigh, annoyed with me. “What.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want to anger him further. “My… my horse. He’s in a barn nearby, I don’t want him to be stuck up here all by himself.”

He didn’t respond to that. I grimaced. If I’d kept the Braithwaite horse at least he would’ve saved it to sell it一Peaches was likely barely worth the walk to a man like him.

His horse slowed to a stop nearby, and the man none-too-gently threw me over its back. I winced, feeling its butt dig into my stomach.

The bounty hunter made quick work of me, tying my legs together and then securing me to his horse. He patted my thigh, “Comfy?” I could almost hear the smug look on his face.

“More ’n ever.” I grumbled, mostly to myself. He barked a laugh and pulled away from me, leaving me cold. He mounted up on his horse and began to ride.

I couldn’t see much from my “seat,” but I began to vaguely recognize the path he followed.

“Are you…” I started, my voice quiet. I turned my head to look up at him, and raised my voice. “Are you goin’ back for him?”

He didn’t answer, and made no move to indicate he had even heard me.

Not wanting to push my luck (or Peaches’), I stayed quiet.

Sure enough, we reached that barn and he dismounted. When he returned, Peaches was in tow, neighing happily when he saw me.

I laughed brightly despite the situation. “Hey, boy!!” The bounty hunter released his reins and Peaches bounded up to me, nuzzling and snorting into my hair wetly. I giggled and tried to move my head away. “Oh my god, Peaches, gross.”

“Peaches?” the man echoed, a note of disbelief coloring his tone.

I turned and smiled up at him. “What?”

He shook his head, gesturing to the horse. “Ain’t he a boah?”

“So?”

He snorted, but didn’t answer me, instead mounting back up on his horse. My smile faded from my face as we continued. My last days of freedom.

I stayed quiet as we rode, figuring that was the best way to get on his good side (I didn’t need to get smacked for yapping). The horse’s gait made me feel sick enough that I didn’t want to, anyway, its back poking into me, alternating between every corner of my stomach with each step.

Eventually, the snow began to taper off down the path, though a chill still hung in the air. I shivered, the back of my jacket still wet and cold against my neck. The sky was beginning to darken, subtly and colorlessly as winter skies often did.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter turned us off the path and into the trees, likely seeking some spot to set up camp for the night. Peaches followed dutifully behind us, although he seemed to have sobered a bit, as if sensing my discomfort.

He must have found a spot he liked, as he dismounted and reached by my side for his tent and bedroll. He pulled them off and got to work setting everything up.

I felt my eyelids droop, my body finally able to relax with the horse stopped.

Not ten minutes later, I was jolted awake by hands grabbing me off of the horse and hoisting me up. I made a small noise of surprise in my throat, feeling him drop me back onto his shoulder, carrying me over to his makeshift camp. Truthfully, I had thought he’d just leave me on his horse for the night.

I wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.

The bounty hunter dropped me to the ground by the fire, and I huffed, adjusting myself to sit upright. The warmth wafting off of it confirmed that this was definitely better than being stuck on that horse all night. I leaned closer to it, and made to bring my hands up, but was cruelly reminded of the ropes keeping them by my sides. I heaved a sigh.

A bottle appeared in my vision. I blinked down at it in confusion, before looking up at the man who held it. “Whiskey?” I prompted.

“If there’s any time to drink, it’d be now.” He nudged the lip of the bottle closer to my mouth.

I held his gaze for a moment longer before turning to it. “…Can’t argue with that.” I pressed my lips against it. He lightly tipped the bottle, letting a good mouthful flow past my lips. I choked it down, then another, then another, then another, before finally wrenching my face from it, coughing. “Jesus!”

He laughed, corking it and tucking it into his satchel. He knelt down behind me and I felt a pressure on the ropes before they snapped away. I brought my arms forward slowly, rubbing my hands over them. He stood and rounded the fire, plopping down on the other side of it. I looked up at him in confusion.

He grinned. “Gave you enough whiskey that even if you try to hop away,” He paused, his grin turning wolfish, “You won’t get far.” He stretched out languidly, finally allowing himself to relax.

Heat crept up my neck, flustered at his reasoning. “You just get all your bounties drunk?” I spluttered.

He shrugged.

I huffed, holding out my hands towards the fire to warm them. “Creep.”

“I ain’t the one goin’ around killin’ old ladies.” He retorted.

I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. “I didn’t kill her!”

“Sure sounds like you did.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Why the hell would I kill the woman payin’ me to live?” I met his gaze again.

He didn’t seem very sympathetic. Another shrug. “Lots of people wanna kill their boss.”

“Not me!”

He snorted. “I’m shoah.”

I shook my head at the fire, deflating. “I had it made working for her. Easy work, good pay, didn’t really have to talk to anyone, and,” I shrugged my shoulders, “best part of having a lady boss is she won’t let the men get away with being terrible to you.”

He stayed quiet, and I felt myself ramble more, “I mean, sure, she was a miserable old hag, mean ’n sour, but as long as you stayed out of her way and did your job, she was cordial enough.” The image of her on the ground flicked through my mind. “Shit.” I pressed my palms into my eyes, wiling them to cast it from my brain. “Can’t believe this is how it ends.”

The drink began to encroach further into my head, making my thoughts hazy. I cursed again under my breath, the reality of the situation truly, truly, settling in. This was it for me. Swinging from a rope for a crime I didn’t commit.

“You really didn’t do it.”

I scoffed, not meeting his eyes. “Been sayin’ that, haven’t I?”

“…That you have.”

Silence fell between us once more, each left with our thoughts. It felt nice to be believed by at least one person before the end.

A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered, reminded of the wet coat I was still shrouded in. I glanced over the fire at the bounty hunter, but he didn’t look up, eyes hidden under his hat.

“...Mister?”

He raised his head, and that piercing gaze met mine. I faltered, almost losing my voice to it.

He heaved a great sigh. “…Arthur.”

“What?”

He sighed, raising his hat momentarily to rake a hand through his hair before placing it back down again. “Call me Arthur.”

I smiled softly in spite of myself. “Okay.”

“…And what did you need?” Arthur prompted, as I had already forgotten. Perhaps he was right about that whiskey.

I rubbed my hands on my arms. “Do you have any… drier clothes I could wear?”

He nodded, pushing up from the ground. I watched him make his way over to his saddlebag, watched him rifle through it for something dry.

It had to be the whiskey. Or that he was the first to believe me. Or that he was really the first person I’d seen in weeks.

His back was just so… broad. My eyes followed how the muscles underneath his shirt moved, following his arms’ movements. My mind helpfully supplied how one of those big arms felt wrapped around my thighs, how that big hand felt patting my thigh, so close to…

He turned around, and I forcefully muted my thoughts, spreading a polite smile on my face. He made his way back to me, some bunched up garment in hand. I began to shrug off my coat, struggling with it as it snagged on my undershirt and held tight to my shoulders.

Arthur watched me try to figure it out, but eventually I just gave up, so fatigued from the day that I just didn’t care anymore. He chuckled, kneeling down next to me. “Outsmart you, did it?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I’ll deal with it in a second,” I offered a small smile, “Thank you.”

“I got it,” he said, and at first I wasn’t sure what he meant. He dropped the coat in his hand and moved in front of me. I watched him wordlessly, suddenly feeling very tired of talking anyway.

Arthur’s eyes met my own for a moment, searching my face. Whatever he found there, he seemed satisfied with, and he moved his hands to the buttons of my jacket. He started from the top, unbuttoning each at an impossibly slow pace, or at least it felt like it.

He smoothed his hands up to my shoulders, and gently pushed off each sleeve, taking out my arms. I shivered again, my skin now freshly exposed to the cold. I spied the slightest twitch of his lips. He reached around me, his body hovering slightly above mine, his neck an inch from my lips. I felt myself lean forward, my nose brushing up against him. His hands pulled the rest of my coat off from behind me, and he sat back, bunching it into a ball. He then took his dry coat and pulled it over me in its place, rubbing his hands slightly up and down my arms. “There,” he said, and rested back on his heels again.

I blinked up at him, my lips slightly parted. His face softened, his lips pulling down into a teasing smile. He reached out and cupped my cheek, and I leaned into it almost immediately, not caring enough to be embarrassed by it. So big and warm. “Lookit you…” he cooed, his thumb stroking my skin. “Feelin’ that drink already?”

I hummed noncommittally, too focused on the newfound warmth from his jacket around me and his hand on my cheek.

Arthur huffed a quiet laugh, “Guess that’s a yes.”

He stood, dropping his hand from my cheek, and my head dropped slightly. I sighed, snuggling into his jacket to make up for it. It wasn’t the same.

“‘M still cold.” I complained.

“Yer insatiable.” He said, but knelt back down again nonetheless. I raised my head to meet his gaze. He thinned his lips. “Don’t think I’ve ever had such a whiny bounty.”

“Sorry, Arthur.” I mumbled, looking over at his tent longingly. It wasn’t my barn, but it would give at least some protection from this wind, as opposed to sleeping out here.

Before I could ask about it, air whooshed beneath me, and I yelped in surprise. Arthur had hoisted me up into his arms, and began to carry me to his tent. My eyes widened slightly. “A..Arthur?” I whispered, subconsciously snuggling into his chest. He was so strong, it was like I weighed nothing to him.

“You’ll just whine all night if I don’t let you stay in here.” He explained, ducking past the flaps to drop me down on the bedroll. He was probably right about that. Or maybe this was just another way of making sure I didn’t escape while he slept.

I rolled under the cover, snuggling into it as far as I could. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of him, so much stronger here than on his jacket. My eyelids fluttered closed.

I felt him sigh and enter the bedroll next to me. It was a tight fit, Arthur pressed against my back to keep any amount of cover atop him. His hand rested on my hip, heavy and possessive. “Warmer?” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. He was so close.

“Mm-hm,” I hummed, my voice barely coming out.

I thought that was it, but then…

His voice dropped lower, quieter. “…You sure?”

A shiver ran through me. What? His hand squeezed my hip lightly, pulling me closer into him. His breath ghosted past my ear, against my neck. Was he…?

I exhaled shakily, some deep part of my whiskey-addled brain telling me that this was my chance. That if there was anything that would convince this man to let me go…

Lightly, I pressed back into him, sighing when I felt his hand smooth to the top of my thigh. “Could use a bit more,” I murmured.

It was all the prompting Arthur needed. Hot lips pressed against my neck, his hand insistent on molding my ass against the hard line in his pants. My breath hitched in surprise, and I felt myself rock back against him before I could think. He cursed under his breath, dragging his hand forward and between my thighs. I attempted to part my legs, allow him better access, but was met with resistance.

Oh, right. The rope.

He laughed behind me, smoothing his hand back to grab my ass instead. I squeaked in surprise, feeling him push me onto my stomach. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of those anytime soon,” he promised. I flushed at that.

Arthur yanked me back, forcing my ass into the air. I felt his hands palm me, smoothing circles into my pants. “Looks even better like this,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or himself.

Before I could respond, he reached around and unclasped my pants (much faster than my jacket), pulling down at the sides just enough. The rope bound me mid-thigh, so he could only get my pants down so far. A cool breeze blew past the tent, and I felt a bit of it ghost against me. My face reddened, feeling all at once how wet I was. Really? I felt surprised at myself.

I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. “Arthur, are-“

A slap to my ass silenced me. I squeaked and jolted forward, the heat in my face increasing tenfold. “Dealt with enough of yer whinin’ for one night.” He bit, soothing his hand over where he slapped.

I exhaled, burying my face deeper into the bedroll, feeling my hips sway against his hand, begging for more.

His hands smoothed down my ass, reaching down to squeeze my thighs apart, to better see me, see how wet I already was for him. I hoped he couldn’t see. It was bad enough to have him feel-

“A-Ah…” my breath hitched, feeling his thumb drag down through my folds.

He hissed, sliding the pad of his thumb against my clit. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re soakin’,”

I squirmed against his touch, trying not to moan, unsure if I’d be punished again for it. He pushed his thumb back up, pressing it inside of me, and I felt myself try to part my legs again, to feel more of him, deeper, and almost cried in frustration when I couldn’t.

I heard him chuckle again behind me. “Aww, I’ll take care of you, darlin’, don’ worry,” he said, moving his thumb out to trace back down to my clit, pushing another finger inside of me in its stead. I muffled my moan into the pillow.

Arthur continued working at me, circling my clit with those deft, rough fingers of his, slowly pushing in and out of me. I pushed back against him, desperately trying to feel more, but every time he just shoved me right back where I was before, keeping up his torturous pace.

All at once, he pulled away, and I whined. Another slap to my ass as a result, and I let out a muffled groan, feeling my eyes roll back. “What’d I say about whinin’?” He admonished.

I wiggled my hips back, hearing him undo his own pants. Please, please, please. He was all I could think about, my legs desperately trying to separate, to take in more, more, more.

I almost wept when I felt him nudge against me, coating himself in the wetness he’d created. I pushed back, trying to take him in, knowing if I angled it right he wouldn’t even need to help me. His hand kept my ass steady, soothing circles onto it. “So needy…” he mocked, smoothing his hand down to my hips, to my waist, squeezing there.

Slowly, god, so slowly, he pushed into me, forcing me open around him. I moaned obscenely, unable to keep it back anymore. He didn’t seem to care this time, letting out a low curse of his own under his breath. Almost there, almost there… and he thrust into me, making me gasp at the sudden movement.

He pulled back and rammed back in, setting a bruising pace. I pushed back into him with each thrust, the ropes cutting into my thighs with how I fought against them, trying to take in as much of him as possible each time.

His hands gripped the tops of my thighs and part of my ass like a handle, using me like some kind of toy. “God-damn,” his voice came out staccato, matching his movements, “you’re so fuckin’.. tight.. for me…”

I whimpered, arching back, so lost in pleasure that I truly didn’t care what he did to me. He could have whatever he wanted, as far as I was concerned.

Drool dribbled out of my mouth, wetting his pillow. I felt limp under him, only kept upright by those rough hands of his.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his movements becoming less regular, more frantic. He swore again before pulling out of me, spending onto my ass and back.

We stayed like that for a moment or two, catching our breath, before he swiped off my back with something and collapsed next to me.

I flopped onto my side to face him, my legs still bound together. “Thank you, Arthur,” I whispered, “I’m much warmer now.”

Arthur snorted, snaking his arm around me to pull me to his chest. “My pleasure.”

The next morning I awoke alone in his tent, hearing him shuffle around outside. I blinked blearily, reaching up to rub the crust from my eyes. I yawned, laying onto my back, stretching my legs apart.

Wait. Stretching my legs apart?

I glanced down to visually confirm the sensation, finding my legs freed from the rope. I also noticed my pants had been pulled back up to cover me.

I sat up, peeking through the tent flaps. He sat at the fire, his back to me. Was he just letting me sleep comfortably before we left?

Despite the threat of death hanging over my head, I felt myself warm at the thought. This was a much sweeter awakening than I had expected.

Before I could think about escaping, or at least putting off our trip to the hangman, Arthur turned, as if sensing I was awake. "Mornin'," he greeted, his voice soft and low. I shrank a little under his gaze, and whispered a greeting back before creeping out from the tent.

Once outside, I shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around me. Arthur grunted, beckoning to me. "C'mere,"

I obeyed, walking over to where he sat. He spread his legs, patting the ground between them. I blinked down at him blankly.

He rolled his eyes and snatched at my hand, pulling me to the ground. I made a small noise of surprise, falling to sit between his legs. His arms and knees caged me in, bringing me back into his chest. This was so strange.

But not unwelcome.

I snuggled back into him anyway, not about to turn my nose up at the last physical affection I'd ever receive.

We stared into the fire for who knows how long. I almost didn't breathe, trying not to remind him that we had places to be.

Arthur squeezed me lightly, propping his chin on my shoulder. "Y'can relax," he sighed, his accent thicker now, in the morning. "'M not bringin' y'in."

What? My breath hitched, my heart beating faster. Was he serious? I turned in his hold slowly, craning my neck to look back at him. I didn't trust myself to speak.

He met my gaze, his expression unreadable.

"...Thank you," I said dumbly, breaking eye contact. Well, now what?

Now, I certainly didn't want him to change his mind.

I turned a bit more in his hold to better face him, feeling his arms adjust around me. I smoothed my hands up his shirt and met his eyes again. He watched me carefully, suspiciously, like he was expecting some kind of attack.

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him, inching my face closer to his. I watched his eyes drop to my lips, his own parting in anticipation. I hadn't noticed before, but I seemed to have some sway over this bounty hunter, readily accepting whatever touch I offered him.

I smiled softly at that, and closed the gap between us, gently pressing my lips to his. Warm.

He melted the slightest amount, his shoulders sagging, his chest leaning closer to me. He was sweeter, now, in the morning. Softer, more patient. I slipped my hands up behind his neck, scratching lightly at the hair poking out from beneath his hat. He sighed into my mouth, his arms squeezing me closer to him.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, warm and close. When we broke apart, he cleared his throat, looking past me to not meet my eyes. "You..." his voice scratched out and he cleared his throat again, "Y'can stay with me, if you want. 'Till this whole thing blows over."

I had a sneaking suspicion it would be a long time yet. I nuzzled my nose against his jaw. Staying with him was safer than anything I would try on my own. "Thank you, Arthur."

He hummed.

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anyway teehee hope you enjoyed and also hope it wasnt obvious that i kinda had no idea where to go with this teehee im just a girl

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Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

@dsabian , @theroundbartable , @theplatanitosqueal , @stressed-but-chill , this part is quite long.

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART2 , PART 3 , PART 4 (You're here) , PART5

Morgana, Arthur (with Merlin on his shoulder) and Uther having a family dinner. Gwen and other servants enter to serve the food.

Uther: Does the bird really has to be here?

Morgana: Oh, let him be. He's very well behaved. Even more than Arthur.

Arthur: I'm very flattered you think so highly of my manners, Morgana.

Merlin: (chirps)

Morgana: See? He agrees.

Arthur: Shut up, Merlin.

Uther: (thinking) Am I the only one that thinks is weird they treat this animal like a person?

Arthur: (takes a bite of his food) Hum, what is this? A pigeon?

Merlin: (chirps loudly, horrified, and flies away, leaving the room)

Uther: Arthur, control your bird! He left feathers on my food!

Arthur: Sorry father. (worried) He isn't normally like this, I think something upsetted him.

Morgana: Maybe is because you're eating a bird?

Arthur: No, that have never bothered him before and small birds are part of merlins' diet.

Morgana: Wait... (turns to Gwen) Gwen, what type of bird is that on Arthur's plate.

Gwen: I'm not sure... (turns to other servant girl) Gladys, you were with the cook when they prepared the food right? What kind of bird is that?

Servant girl: I don't know, it kind of looked like a falcon but it was too small too be one.

Morgana: You mean like a merlin?

Arthur: (pales) Fuck! (stands up) I'm sorry father. I need to go (leaves)

Morgana: Yeah, me too. It was a nice dinner, your majesty (leaves too)

Uther: But you barely touched your plates! (sighs, to servants) Take this away, and make sure you don't cook merlins for dinner next time, for gods' sake.

In Arthur's chambers. Merlin is in his human form crying, while Arthur and Morgana try to comfort him.

Merlin: He was just two years old!😭 He was barely starting living.

Arthur: (hugs him close, patting his back) I'm so sorry, Merlin.

Morgana: (puts a hand on his shoulder) Are you sure is Claws?

Merlin: I'll recognise him anywhere. (snifs) He had just started his first nest with his mate.

Arthur: Wait, he had a partner? 😧

Merlin: And five little eggs. (breaks the hug abruptly) OMG! I need to tell Brownie what happened to Claws!

Arthur: Go, meanwhile I'll talk to the hunters so this never happens again.

Merlin: (smiles) Thank you, Arthur.(kisses him on the cheek) I'll be back as soon as I can. (turns into a bird and goes flying through the window).

Arthur: (in shock with a hand on his cheek) 😳😳

Morgana: I'll try to get Claws' rests, so maybe we can do him a proper funeral when Merlin comes back.

Arthur: (snapping out of his trance) Right, good idea, Morgana. I'll meet you at your chambers in an hour.

Later. Arthur shouting at the hunters.

Arthur: What were you thinking?!😡

Hunter1: (scared) Bu-but, sire. You told us to get rid of it.

Arthur: Yes, but you were supposed to bury him somewhere in the woods, not get him cooked!

Hunter2: We were going to, but the cook saw us and thought it was todays dinner-

Arthur: I don't want to hear your excuses! (threathening) No one must know about this, specially Merlin, this stays between us. Do you understand?

Hunter1: Yes, sire!

Hunter1: Yeah, we won't mention this to your.. uh.. pet.

Arthur: Now, get out of my sight!

Hunters: Yes, sire! (leave)

Morgana: (enters, in disbelieve and furious) I can't believe you!

Arthur: (turns to her, nervous) Oh, hi, Morgana! 😅

Morgana: Don't "hi" me. You killed Claws! You murderer!

Arthur: You're talking like I've just killed a person. He was just a bird.

Morgana: He was not just a bird to Merlin and you know it! Did you think about how devastated he would feel?

Arthur: He was never supposed to know he died, just that he disappeared!

Morgana: yeah, because that's ten times better, isn't it? Are you even hearing yourself?

Arthur: Morgana, stop. I feel bad enough already.

Morgana: As you must! 5 merlin chicks are without a father thanks to your sick jealousy!

Arthur: (Guilty) I didn't know he had a family. (thoughtfully) How do you compensate a female bird for killing the father of her eggs?

Morgana: Don't. She'd probably just take your eyes out.

Arthur: (sighs) Will you tell Merlin?

Morgana: No, that would just crush him more. Your secret is safe with me.

Arthur: (relieved) Thank you.

Morgana: But you better start acting on your feelings for Merlin before you start killing the entire merlin race!

Later at Claws funeral in the royal garden. Morgana puts Claws bones in a box and Arthur buries it while Merlin watches in grieve.

Morgana: I'm sorry I could only save the bones. The servants tend to eat the royal leftovers.

Merlin: It's okay. If he wasn't eaten his dead would've been in vain. (turns to Arthur) Was he delicious?

Arthur: Ahm... yeah?

Merlin: (smiles, sadly) I'm glad. He was a nice friend. He didn't care I wasn't enterily a bird though he didn't quite understand it.

Morgana: Did you know Arthur thought he wanted to mate with you?

Arthur: (flustered) Morgana! 😳

Merlin: Oh, he did propose me to mate with him once.

Arthur: What?!

Merlin: Yeah, he did the most beautiful flying dance I've seen, but I just couldn't see him like that. So we stayed friends. It surprised me a lot, normally merlins just leave after I reject them, but he never stopped hanging out with me, even when he found his mate.

Arthur: What a nice friend (thinking) That flirtatious bastard.

Merlin: Anyways, I need to go now. Brownie needs me to hunt her food since she's incubating her eggs still and can't leave her nest.

Arthur: (guilty again) Right, send her my condolences.

Morgana: Mine too.

Merlin: (kisses Arthur's cheek again and leaves in his bird form).

Morgana: Well, that went well.

Arthur: Morgana.

Morgana: Yeah?

Arthur: I need to learn how to fly.

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