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kittenintheden · 3 months

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Let Go

just a horny lil thing nbd

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, fluff, gentle sex, making love on a bearskin rug and being mushy about it, gender neutral reader

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It's taken time, encouragement, and familiarity to reach this point, but you're here now. Lost in bliss, riding your love's lap as he continues to take his pleasure in you. You've come already, of course, because Astarion is nothing if not a stubbornly attentive lover.

It's been work for both of you to get to this place of true comfort, of true loving abandon, and it's been so very worth it. Your post-orgasmic haze leaves your focus soft and glowing, your hands knit together behind his neck as you ride him, watching him finally let himself go and enjoy the moment to the fullest. A little selfishness. A little self-focus.

His eyes are closed as he sinks into the sensation of you, his arms wrapped around your back as he thrusts up, up, up, your body gently bouncing from it. Long and languid strokes going much sloppier than he'd normally allow, so many months ago, but he's no longer obsessed with the performance of the thing. He's here. He's inside you. He's letting himself feel it all.

Astarion takes a hand from your back and spreads it out against the bearskin rug where you're making love, giving himself more leverage as he lifts himself into your pliant heat. His breath comes in short bursts, little puffs past his lips. He tries to interject his favorite sultry quips when he can -- he is a man who loves the sound of his own voice -- but even those come out piecemeal.

"So hot inside," he pants, resting his forehead against the side of your cheek. "Feel so… bloody good. Want to… want to… I… please can I…"

You watch his face, the tension between his brows as his pleasure climbs, the way his lips part, the tips of his teeth just peeking through. His hair, his pride, falling unkempt and sweaty across his forehead. Your own body is stretched with aching pleasure, your recent peak leaving you sated and delighting in the simple joy of feeling him inside you.

It's magic, seeing him like this. No grand gestures, no performative moves, no catalog of exciting positions. Its just you, and him, and your collective ecstasy. Your collective love made physical. You smile to yourself, secret, and reach up gentle fingers to caress his ear, thumb rubbing soft circles, stroking along it lobe to tip, and he groans as he leans his head into it.

"Going to make… going to make me come, I… can't…" he stutters.

You know. You know exactly what you're doing, and you're rewarded with a long roll of his hips up into yours, his fingers gripping you tight, and the wrinkle in his brow smoothing out into relaxed rapture as his mouth stretches into a lazy, contented smile before it drops open. You watch the journey across his face as he reaches the crest of his wave and then crashes down with it to the other side.

He holds you tighter to him as he shivers, his last thrusts shallow and messy.

"Gods, gods, gods," he whimpers, going softer, going weaker, going still.

When he finally opens his heavy eyelids to look upon you, you know there are stars in your eyes. There is simply nothing like watching him let go for you. With you.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gender neutral reader #kitten writes

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hoshigray · 7 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem/afab! reader - mosterfucking - double penetration (he got two) - biting - spanking - light choking - mention of blood.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: a quick something I wrote for Sukuna to take a break from writing a fic + I have jack shit for him in my masterlist, lmao.

Ryōmen Sukuna is most definitely a biter. There is no need to state this since it is obvious. But imagine him plowing you from behind, watching your ass quake under his erratic thrusts, forcing out choked moans from your writhing body moving to and fro with his. Tears roll down warm cheeks onto the cold cream sheets that cover the futon. Hands grip the material for dear life with every rut to your leaky cunt. And when he smacks the cusp of your ass, a shriek cannot be restrained from your lips.

Sukuna loves your screams. They please him to no end — a gorgeous tune to his devilish ears. As a sadistic man, nothing gives him more joy during these moments than inflicting pain onto your sweet tiny body forced to accommodate both his girthy cocks. A beast like him is allowed to use you as he sees fit. His little pet. His little toy. Not like you can refuse. Judging by how your body adapts to his dicks inside your holes, it is apparent that you're also enjoying this, too.

Two hands are stationed on your hips to propel you forward to him, and the other two hold your hands behind your back. You're left with nothing to conceal the whimpers and cries that fly out your mouth. He wants to hear it all — the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, the choked sobs when his black fingertips dent into the depth of your hips, your pants for air as he takes them away. It turns him on so fucking much.

He can’t fight the urge anymore — the sight of your sweaty body quivering under his bow gets him riled up. Your skin, so beautiful and pure, displayed none of his markings from the times before now. Blue eyes narrow to your shoulder, clear of nothing but sweat. Well, he’s just going to have to fix that.

He comes down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your flesh. A sharp cry sneaks its way out of you.

“Eyyahhhh!!! Su-Sukuna, don’t, please! I can’t have any ma— Ahhaahhnn!!”

“Who told you’re in a position to order me, brat?” He gives the mark on your shoulder a slow lick, tasting the twinge of blood to engage his taste. One of his hands snakes its way to your throat to squeeze. Your mind plunging into a deeper haze than before. “Know your place. Don’t stop screaming for me.”

More chews to your shoulders prompt more tears to escape from your strained-shut eyes. And the pacing of his cock becomes unbearably fast for your brain and senses to keep up. The pain inflicted by his demon mouth, along with the tongue from his stomach licking the sweat of your back, coinciding with the erratic tempo of his hips — it’s all too much to bear. And your release hits you hard, your cunt and ass clamping onto his lengths that continue to rut into your now sensitive parts.

“Mmmph, haahhh…Heh, now you think you can come without my permission, huh?” Sukuna whispers dangerously to your ear, and you whine when his teeth catch your lobe. “Such a pathetic pet, aren’t you.” He pistons his dicks deep inside, churning your tender areas to the point of incoherent babbles. “A damn noisy one, too…Hmmgh! Oh fuck, fuck…”

Before he experiences his climax, Sukuna gives the back of your neck one last bite. Your final shriek signals the ingress of his warm load filling your holes. He keeps you pinned to the futon, making sure you stay still for every bit of his essence to enter within you. Your mind is too far gone to try and fight it — too occupied with the feeling of him corrupting your body internally. Just letting him ride out his own crescendo until he slowly dismembers his huge members off of you. Heavy pants are used to steady his breathing, and he examines his messy work on your body. Bloody bite marks, your ass trembling from the onslaught of ruts and slaps, and silent tears trickle down a dazed face. He snickers to himself.

“Perfect.”

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daddy-deathslinger · 2 years

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Dadee dadon the entity is now gone! If it isn’t too much trouble could you write how you think the deathslinger, Oni and whoever else tickles your fancy may react if they all were spat back out where the entity took them from with their S/O nowhere to be seen?

Hi there! I’m so sorry this took me so long to write, but I do hope you enjoy what I came up with! I’ve never written for anyone else than Caleb, so this was a nice practice. Thanks for the request and have a lovely day! 🤠

The Deathslinger:

Caleb felt cold metal against his hand. He was holding something heavy, and curiously he opened his eyes to see a metal wrench laying in his bloody hand. Where did this come from? He didn’t remember ever grabbing a wrench. And where was he even? This didn’t look like any realm he’d been in earlier, and something was different here. The gut wrenching anxiety and dread that usually lay heavy in the air was nowhere to be felt now. In fact, it almost felt like being somewhere where he’d been before, long ago… The sudden hollering from a happy man made Caleb jump where he sat, and he looked around the room. Where the hell was he? The window on the stone wall was barred with metal rods, and he appeared to be sitting on a hard bed of some sorts. A cell, he was in a cell, suddenly he knew that.

“Caleb! Get out here, they’re dead!”

Who called his name? He somehow seemed to remember the voice, but he couldn’t remember where he’d heard it before. The person last calling his name had been… you. Caleb suddenly got up from the bed and panic struck his heart. Where were you? He’d been with you before opening his eyes and waking up here, where had you gone?

“Caleb, come on!”

Kelly. It was Kelly calling his name. Suddenly, Caleb remembered where he was. He was in Hellshire prison, the boys and he had just killed off Henry Bayshore and the prison warden. But why on earth was he here, now? Where had he been before that? All he could remember was you being with him. You, the love of his life. The only one who could bring peace to his flaming heart. The same heart that was now hammering with anxiety over suddenly losing you. Caleb almost ran out of the cell, into the commons where the rest of the Hellshire gang stood, waiting for him to see the bloody spectacle before them.

“Look, boss! The prisoners did a good job, eh? They all ran off now, ofcourse, bless their hearts, hah!”

Caleb didn’t listen to Ryan talking. He looked around the room, searching for you. You must be here, you had been with him only minutes earlier.

“Did you see a… a person running here earlier?” he tried asking, still searching the room with his eyes.

“A person? Hell yeah, there’s been alot of persons running around here tonight!” Kelly laughed, and Caleb roared in annoyance and suddenly took off.

“Boss, where you going?”

But Caleb was already out of the commons, running through the hallways of the prison. You had to be here somewhere. He checked the cells, the offices, even the bathrooms, but he couldn’t find you anywhere. Opening the front doors with a slam, he walked out into the evening, breathing in the desert air. His heart was hammering away in his chest, his palms were sweaty and his lungs tried in vain to take in all the air they could. He’d lost you. He’d swore he’d never let anything happen to you, and now you were gone. The world was spinning, Caleb had to close his eyes not to get dizzy. He could see your smile, your twinkling eyes as you laughed at a joke he told you. Quickly opening his eyes again, he swore out loud into the evening air. He was going to find you, if it took him the rest of his life. You had to be somewhere, and he was going to search for you far and wide until the day he finally found you. That was a promise, a promise to you.

The Oni:

Kazan opened his eyes with much trouble, pain shooting through his head as he did. His whole body felt like it was on fire, the immense pain making him feel instantly sick. He forced his eyes wide open so he could see where he was. Stone walls, some hay on the ground. He had no memory of this place, it wasn’t his usual realm. And he had never felt so weak as he did now, it disgusted him. With a pained grunt, he sat up on the cold ground, holding his aching side. Where was he? Why was he hurting so much? He felt something trickle down the side of his face, blood? As he lifted his hand to rub away the blood from his face, he remembered something. Someone touching his face, gently, carefully… You. Where were you? Kazan’s heart stopped for a second, his body going cold. Where were you? You seldom left his side, and he would never admit this to anyone, not even himself, but he felt… scared. Had he lost you in this strange place? Suddenly hearing a voice from outside the stone walls, he remembered where he was. As the curious man peeked his head into the mill they had left Kazan in, probably to check if he was still alive, Kazan striked. Quickly, effortlessly, he jumped up from the ground and grabbed the man’s head, twisting it until a loud crack could be heard. The man fell down on the muddy ground, dead. As Kazan stood above the lifeless body, heart hammering in his chest, he remembered everything. How he had sought out the lord, slayed him in the most brutal way. How the villagers had tortured him, humiliated him. The villagers. Those abominable little rats, they had taken you. It must have been them, Kazan was sure of it. He looked around the mill, and finding his Kanabo on the ground, he quickly picked it up. All the pain and fear that had shocked his body earlier were now completely gone. Left was only the rage. The pure hatred he felt for these villagers, the despise he felt when thinking about them taking you. He would make them all pay. Transforming his rage into raw power, Kazan let out a furious roar as he left the mill and ran into town, Kanabo ready to taste the sweet blood and flesh of the little rats. He would not stop, until he had found you.

The Pig:

The taste of metal in Amanda’s mouth was overbearing. She opened her eyes, instinctively spitting out the blood in her mouth. Her neck hurt, her whole head screamed in pain and protest as she turned it around to study the room she was in. She was laying on a cold concrete floor, in a pool of blood. Her blood, she knew it was her blood. She knew where she was, because this place haunted her dreams every night. She was in the factory where John had constructed her final test, her final game. But unlike her nightmares, she could feel things now. And she noticed she wasn’t wearing the pig mask anymore. And no John was lying in the hospital bed, and there were no corpses of Lynn or Jeff. Why was she here now, and why did it feel so real? Sitting up on the floor with a gasp of pain, she felt blood trickle down her neck. The wound. She had been shot. How was she alive? Where were the prey she usually hunted? Where were her victims? A cold shiver ran down her spine, as she realised she might be the victim now. This had to be a new game, it had to be. That would explain why you weren’t here. Amanda had last been with you, and now you were nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck…” she whimpered, getting up from the floor.

Had he taken you? Had John taken you hostage until she finished the game? No, he couldn’t have, he would never… Unless he really wanted to test her survival skill, her loyalty.

“I’ve always been loyal to you!” she screamed out into the empty room. “Please!”

She didn’t know if she was pleading to John, or the… Entity… that she had served after him. It didn’t matter. She had to see you, she was already going crazy knowing you might be in danger somewhere. Her own test she didn’t care about, she only wanted you to be safe. You were everything to her. She knew she could withstand any torture as long as it meant she got to see you, and that you were safe. Feeling her heart race, she pulled her hair in anxiety, trying to calm down her breathing. You had to be here somewhere, you had to be. Suddenly, Amanda noticed something on the floor a few feet away from her. A gun. Quickly, she bent down and picked it up, checking for bullets. It was empty, but there had to be bullets here somewhere. She needed to be armed here, she needed to be prepared for whatever test was coming up now. And she was going to find you, if it so cost her her life.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd fanfic #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd deathslinger #caleb quinn x reader #the deathslinger x reader #kazan yamaoka #dbd the oni #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni x reader #dbd the pig #the pig x reader #amanda young #amanda young x reader

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strawberryspotsstuff · 2 years

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HEY GIRL (GENDER NEUTRAL) *LEANS AGAINST WALL* HENRY ANON, THE MENACE OF THE HOUR, IS BACK

WHAT IF,,,,,,,, reader is like best friends with jack and henry is like "this mf" and kills jack BECAUSE hes jealous and hes like "nooo y/n i didnt just kill jack, i killed him for YOU !" and reader is like wtf you did what and is hashtag traumatized aka ,,, another yandere one bc i have an addiction and yk what im not ashamed of it (jk im a little ashamed)

BROOO ITS MY FAV ANNON.

why are you so funny!!!!!! :')))))) (i laughed many time reading that)

Anywayss, I, myself like horror/gore, so for views who might be triggered, so there is mentions of blood, death/murder, swearing. Viewers discretion advised.

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Yan!Henry x reader x Jack

You froze in shock, horror, your throat went dry and shrivelled. Your eyes widened, as your hands went to cover your mouth. Your body shook, as goosebumps spread across your arms and legs, you finally let out a wail, dropping on your knees.

Jack was crumpled on the tiled floor of the Fredbear's Diner kitchen, blood seeped into the cracks, the crimson coloured blood was splashed along the walls, handprints of restrain dragged across the countertops. You could see his limbs in the flickering, broken lights, were contorted in ways that were unnatural.

"Y/N" The melodramatic, deep voice echoed throughout the room. You rubbed your eyes frantically, standing up, your pants now stained.

"YOU MONSTER" You wailed into the air.

Henry strode forward, his nicely ironed suit now stained and splattered with blood.

"Y/N, please listen. I didn't just kill him. I killed him for you, because I love you." He purred, stomping forward, leaving bloody footprints on the floor.

"stay away from me" you growled out, retreating to one of the kitchen's cabinets, frantically pulling out an array of knives, shakily swooping one up and holding it in front of you.

His head titled, smiling as he held his palm on his cheek, chuckling.

"Please, I would never hurt you, just people in my way. You have to understand I was jealous of your connection with him and not me."

"JEALOUS? YOU KILLED A MAN, BECAUSE... BECAUSE OF FEELINGS?" You shrieked, your face shifting into a state of shock and horror.

he nodded happily, blissfully, as he tried to approach you. But like lightening you bolted out of the kitchen, dropping the knife as you whispered 'sorrys' under your breath to Jack as you passed him, uncontrollable tears spewing from your eyes.

You made it to the front doors, you were a mess. From the sweaty, and greasy hair, to the blood soaked clothes and muddied boots. You banged on the doors, wailing.

You could hear his heavy footsteps as he made his way to you, you frantically trying to break the locks on the doors. Fuck, you should have just stayed home, let the police find about it. Why would you even look for Jack?

You looked around, running as fast as you could to the "EMPLOYEES ONLY" Room, bingo. There was a back door there.

"get back here, Y/N, please let me explain"

"YOU HAVE EXPLAINED PLENTY" You shouted, your adrenaline pumping through you as you pushed yourself to the heavy metal doors, pushing your way through and with all your might you squeezed your way into the room and slammed it shut, locking it.

Your heart was ramming onto your ribcage, sweat pooled down your neck as you gave yourself a chance to breath. But it didn't last long as you heard the banging of Henry's fist pound onto the doors.

"open up, sunflower." he growled, rattling the door handle.

You didn't listen, nor did you want to answer him, fuck this. Your flight started up again and you bolted to the back doors, and clumsily pushed your way through.

It was the dead of night, the cool and refreshing night air picking up and tickling your back. But you kept moving, running to your car and yanked open your car door. You just wanted to find Jack, make sure he was safe.

Jack like staying in the later hours, making sure no kids tried to steal pizza toppings or random balls from the ball pit. He did that every night, what changed? you stayed with him, talked, laughed with him. Maybe that's why Henry acted out, thats why he... killed him.

You sobbed as you drove off, making sure to drive as far as you could, your house was a no go, so you just drove. Where? Who knows. Just out of this town. You did not want to witness the aftermath of, that.

Nor did you want to see his face again.

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wowie um, what did i just write. flushes.

but please tell me if i should dial it up or down for the future. ((i was on the fence if i should have wrote henry killing jack, so, i wasnt quiet sure.. but if people are more comfortable with that, please tell me!))

#strawberrycow writes #Yan!Henry x reader x Jack #tw: blood #death/murder #swearing #i was listening to SOS while writing this :sobs:#yandere!henry series

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zablife · 2 years

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Aboard the January

Tommy x reader

Summary: Y/n serves as Tommy’s doctor on the boat to Camden Town in S2, E2, making Tommy fall more in love with you than he thought possible.

Author’s Note: Requested by @runnning-outof-time for my 🎉100 followers celebration🎉. Thank you for sending me this!! I loved writing it and I hope you like it as well!

Warnings: injury, language

GIFs by: @peakyblinded Thank you for creating these for my fic!!

The iron gates of Charlie Strong’s yard eased open with a cacaphony of creaks and groans. It was hard to sneak up on anyone here, which could have proven dangerous for you if you cared for your safety. You were too agitated to worry about that now though. “Who goes there?” Charlie called out into the smoke. Pulling a revolver from his jacket, he pointed it in your direction.

“Where is he?” You demanded stomping through the mud of the yard towards Charlie and Curly. “I know he’s here,” you huffed.

Charlie lowered the gun with a sigh and Curly looked between the two of you before finally extending his arm to point in the direction of the stables.

“I thought I told you to lock the gate!” Charlie snapped at Curly.

“I know I locked it, Charlie,” Curly said removing his hat and scratching his head in confusion.

“Doesn’t matter, should have known that nothing’s going to keep y/n out,” Charlie replied shaking his head and going back to unloading crates of booze.

As you checked each stall, you heard a groan coming from the far end. Quickly moving toward the sound, you found Tommy hunched over holding his ribs. He looked up slowly, although it was difficult for him to see in the dim light with only one good eye. The other was swollen shut, as angry and protruding as the cuts and bruises that covered his sweaty face. Tommy could tell you were livid, but he recognized this look as one you used to mask fear.

“What are you doin’ here, eh?” He asked weakly.

“I could ask the same of you, Thomas Shelby! You weren’t meant to leave the hospital for three weeks yet, ya ignorant git!” you fumed.

“I’m a fucking sitting duck in there, y/n. Sabini could send a man at any time. I need to get to Solomons to sort this out,” he explained beginning to cough.

“You know Polly says men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies. She’s right, I can read your ambition clearly now, but what I don’t understand is why?” you begged.

“Give me a cigarette,” he demanded without answering you.

“Tell me why first…” you defied him.

With a heavy sigh he asked, “Why what?” He hung his head too tired to be irritated by your questions.

“Why you came to Charlie and Curly instead of me?,” you asked, voice tinged with hurt.

“I need to get on a boat to London tonight,” he explained wincing as he tried to stand and failed.

You kneeled down to where he sat. He labored to take in a ragged breath and you worried he might pass out. You placed the back of your hand over his forehead and instantly felt the burning warmth radiating from his forehead into your fingers. “You’ve got a bad fever,” you noted. “And what’s this yellow stuff you’ve got all over you?” You asked curiously.

“The oil Curly puts on the horses’ legs when they go lame,” he muttered.

“Good God, Tommy, you’re not a horse!” You scolded him. “And how do you think you’re going to get on a boat tonight with all your broken bones? You can’t steer the boat like this, you can barely stand,” you pointed out.

“Curly will take me. He said he would be my doctor,” Tommy told you plainly.

“The bloody hell he will, I’m coming along,” you asserted firmly. Tommy was in no condition to argue with you and you knew it. You helped him up from the ground and felt him sway beneath you as he shuffled toward the boat, stumbling more than once along the way. You said a silent prayer that he would recover.

The next four days you and Tommy slept in the open air aboard the January as Curly steered you closer to Camden Town. The heavy barge moved slowly through the murky water providing a rocking sensation that calmed your nerves. However, you could never fall into a deep and truly restful slumber knowing Tommy needed you. You woke constantly to check on him, wiping the sweat from his brow and giving him gentle kisses to assure him of your presence. You ran your fingers through his hair and adjusted his blankets to keep him comfortable. It pained you to watch as he twitched and shivered in his sleep beneath the thin blankets. You woke him occasionally for sips of tea or whisky, holding the tin cup to his chapped lips with tender hands ghosting over his. It was all he would take in the way of sustenance.

On the third day, as you were passing through Heathrow, he sat up and looked up toward the stream of daylight. He asked for a cigarette in a whisper and you took the pack from your jacket pocket choosing one for him. You placed it between your lips, lighting it with Tommy’s lighter. His eyes watched your mouth as you inhaled deeply then blew the smoke away from him. Although he felt a stirring in his trousers, he knew he didn't have the strength to bring your body close to feel you the way in which he wanted you most. He gave you a weak smile instead to let you know he was improving. You grinned at his adoring gaze and placed the cigarette between your fingers to his lips, careful not to drag it across a cut. Tommy grunted in appreciation. It was the first hopeful interaction you had since your journey began.

On the last day, you offered again to throw something in the pan and you were thrilled when Tommy accepted. With his fever broken and his appetite returning, you felt you had done some good for him. By the time you reached Camden Town, Tommy had the energy to stand and steer. You were overjoyed by the transformation.

As the boat docked, Tommy took your face in his calloused hands. “I wouldn’t have made it here if it weren’t for you, love,” he said sweetly. “Just treated you as a man and not a horse,” you replied with a chuckle.

He searched your eyes and spoke earnestly, “When this business is done, I want to marry you, y/n. I always want you with me.” You were too overcome with emotion to speak, but luckily Tommy took the happy tears in your eyes as a yes and kissed you softly before stepping off the boat to meet with Alfie Solomons.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby fanfic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #100 follower celebration #cillian murphy

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thesightstoshowyou · 2 years

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I love your works, please write more for "the man" from Hush

That hot fucker deserves more

Thank you so much! And thank you for your patience. This has been in my inbox forever ❤️

All the Way Home

GN Reader

Warnings: Blood, implied violence

“Here kitty, kitty….”

Your trembling hands find your panting mouth, nails digging into your cheeks as you muffle the sound of your frantic breathing. You will your body to stop shaking lest you rattle the leaves of the bush that conceal you from him.

The man, your pursuer, makes a kissing sound, as one would when calling a beloved pet. His boots crunch leisurely along the rotting foliage of the forest floor, the little tap tap sound every now and again telling you he’s smacking the flat of his blade against random tree trunks.

The slow thudding of his boots gets closer and closer. Carefully, hesitantly, you peer over your shoulder. It takes you a moment of wild searching, but eventually you spot the bland, white mask bobbing along through the darkness.

He’s close, so close, too close, but you don’t dare make a break for it. That fucking crossbow would see to it you don’t get far.

Crunch…crunch…crunch….

He’s right behind you now. Your eyes slip closed and you pray, pray to anything that might be listening that he keeps going, moves right on past, further into the forest.

Don’t breathe, don’t breathe….

The man gives a grunt of displeasure and turns away, takes one, two three steps in the opposite direction and you’re about to release the breath in your lungs—

Your terrified shriek pierces the quiet of the woods when two strong hands grip the back of your coat and drag you from the bush. Thorny branches catch and tear at your exposed skin as you’re hauled from the brush and thrown to the dirt. A heavy boot stomps on your chest, knocking the air from your lungs and pinning you to the forest floor.

“C’mon, that wasn’t even hard,” the man drones, waving the bloody knife around in obvious displeasure. “It’s like you wanted me to find you.”

Gasping and sobbing, you desperately claw at the boot pressed to your chest, the thick sole digging into your skin as he leans down over you.

“Tell you what. I’ll give you another shot, huh? One minute head start. That’s pretty generous, right?” You can only wheeze in response.

In a blink he flips around, seats himself on your lap, one of your calves gripped in his hands as he fiddles with your shoe. The cool night air chills your sweaty foot when your sock is removed.

The man twists a little so he can meet your wild-eyed gaze. Raising the knife, he sets the blade right at the joint of your pinky toe.

“Can’t make it too easy on you though. What do you think? Two or three toes?”

#the man #the man hush #hush man #hush movie #hush 2016 #my writing

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Every time I look at this pic I am just imagining you and Harry are in New York and you guys are wating for you can to come and some fans took pic of you guys being the cutest couple 😩😩

okay i like this one!! my inbox is so full rn and i just wanna say i see everything, it’s just my inspiration comes a lot quicker for some rather than others, but i’m working on them slowly!! i promise <33

“Harry!”

You squealed as you accidentally bumped into another person as you ran down the stairs and through a corridor, back up some stairs, a left and a right so you could reach the platform for your train.

You were running really late. You and Harry were supposed to be at some fancy event for the release of a new Gucci line that Harry had campaigned in, but when Harry had seen you in your emerald sparkly dress he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself and had over-divulged in you. Now you were running through the New York subway, running for your train that was about to leave in 47 seconds if it was running on time. The only problem was that you were in black high heels, so it was impossible to run fast.

“Will you bloody hurry up woman!” Harry shouted back to you, running ahead to clear a path for you both. However, when he saw you and your heels were slowing, at the danger of breaking an ankle, he waited for you to catch up and swooped you up in to his arms. He ran for the both of you, you being cradled bridle style with your arms tightly around his shoulders and laughing as he ran as fast as he could. Your dress was blowing and you were worried you might flash someone.

“Harry oh my go— sorry!” You called out to a random man you accidentally took out with your legs.

“Fuck, we are actual twats.” Harry laughed as he rounded the corner to the platform.

“The train! Harry run!” You stressed, watching the doors about to close. Harry ran and pressed the button just in time. Someone on the other-side of the door was also pressing the button to help you get on.

The doors opened and Harry carried you both on safely.

“Thanks man!” Harry nodded to the guy who had helped you.

“No problem man. Are you okay?” The guy asked you, Harry now putting you down so you were standing.

“Oh yeah I just cannot run in heels!” You chuckled, pointing to your now scuffed shoes.

The train started moving and Harry caught your arm as you nearly went toppling over from lack of balance. Once you were both stood up you did a quick look at the train-line route and counted how many stops were made before yours; 4.

“You both don’t look dressed to be travelling on the sub.” The guy stated which made you both laugh, you rolling your eyes as you had been thinking the exact same thing.

“We are already late and New York traffic will mean we won’t show up until two weeks time. So the subway it was.” Harry explained, standing behind you with his arms draped loosely over your shoulders comfortably. You felt the warmth of his chest on you back, slightly sweaty from both the heat of the subway but also the running that you’d both just done. You brought one of your hands up to hold onto one of Harry’s, squeezing it just because you could.

“Y’both crazy.” The guy laughed.

“We know.” Harry laughed back, scrunching his nose and then coming to give you a kiss to the top of your head as the train came to a stop.

“Alright well this is my stop. Have a chill evening.” The guy waved you both and hopped off the train when the doors opened, leaving you to breathe a heavy sigh and lean back into Harry’s pressing back more. You bathed in his comforting smell of pine and vanilla.

A group of young people got on the train and stood opposite to you two. You looked over at them and noticed that they had noticed Harry, smiling and giggling to one another. You smiled to them, not wanting to draw more attention to the situation than safe. Harry squeezed your hand to let you know everything was okay and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you - if things did get crazy. One girl came up to you boldly.

“Hi Harry, could I get a photo with you please?” They asked, holding a disposable camera up as if to prompt that the photo would be taken on that instead of a normal phone. That was the way to Harry’s heart, you knew.

“‘Course, yeah.” Harry replied kindly, untangling himself from you and moving to the side to stand next to the girl. They’d handed the camera to another friend in their group so they could take the photo. Harry stood next to the girl, arm around their shoulder and smiling cheesily in his Gucci suit that made him look so goddamn handsome.

“Thank you so much.” The girl smiled.

“Do you want a group photo with him?” You asked the whole lot of them and they eagerly grinned, holding out the disposable camera to you as they thanked you. Harry bent over at the front of the group, holding up a peace sign and opening his mouth in a wide smile. You captured the moment perfectly, a slight red light in the background as you pulled into the next stop.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night.” They all spoke kindly, and you saw them take a couple of candid photos of you and Harry as moved back towards one another and managed to find seats to sit down on thanks to people getting off. There was only one seat, however, so you were left to sit on top of Harry’s lap much to his enjoyment.

“It was nice of you to take photos with them.” You smiled at him, caressing his cheek softly and then kissing him over that spot.

“You were nice to offer a group photo.” He replied, smiling in pride over how kind and thoughtful you were. He was so in love with you and all your golden personality traits that built you up to be his little shining star.

“You’re such a good person H.”

“Not as much as you are, baby.”

“I’m not having this debate with you.” You scoffed playfully, hitting his chest playfully.

“‘Cause you know i’ll win.” He said smugly and all you wanted was to fucking kiss that smirk off his face, but in this public space there was no chance - especially when you knew that group of fans were definitely pointing their cameras at you even if you did have you back to them.

“Y’so difficult.” You rolled your eyes.

“I know, but you love me.”

“Too true.” You buried your head into his neck and sniffed his homely scent as you allowed his presence to encapsulate you. It really was true. Still is. You love Harry Styles.

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Entertainment Weekly | 2014

#hmmm yes #Andrew Lincoln #Rick Grimes #*#bloody sweaty men #yes yes and yes #bout to invest in those kneeling pads people who garden a lot use #my knees are bony #but #pain is weakness leaving the body #i'll just stay down there if i gotta #man i just judged myself #i was gonna say wanna see another axe wound #me @ me: 🔇#greetings from your friendly neighborhood trash goblin #HELLO TESTOSTERONE HOW LOVELY TO SEE YOU #sweaty curls were the best ones #intense glare sweat heavy breathing #like what else am i supposed to do

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remingtonisleithal · 3 years

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Caught in the Storm

pairing: female!reader x Remington Leith

summary: two besties, being friends, sharing a bed because of a storm, definitely not going to lead to anything more.

warnings: smut, mentions of loneliness, no use of protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy), thigh riding? If you squint sub!remington

author note: if you like this please reblog! also, editing fics in the same room as family is bloody hard. Thank you @bidet-and-legolas for reading it first :)

oh gosh, that smile. He told himself he'd never fall but the moment he spoke to you, it was too late. Remington had fallen for Y/N. Years later, no one knew, but he couldn't keep it to himself for much longer.

You'd just spent the last few hours on his make shift bed on the tour bus, watching movies together. After hours had pasted, he was laying on his back, you were lying on him, back against his chest, and he was wishing that he could just kiss your head, your mouth, all of you. If he was going to make a move, now would be the right time, the guys had gone out for drinks hours ago so you had the bus to yourselves. This way no one would witness the rejection. No, no, he can't think like that. He needs you in his life.

You rolled over to face him more and mumbled a little 'I'm so tired Remi.' You looked at the computer in front of you both and saw it was 11:30pm. The sound of rain thundered down on the bus, as a violent storm began. "Shit, that weather's sounding bad." You were worried to go out into the pouring night. Remington was thinking the same things and said, much more softly than he intended, "Stay?". He coughed a bit and you pushed away the thought that he cared about you more than just a friend. It's just an offer after all, he's not asking you to kiss him... no matter how much you wanted to.

It was then that you realised you were still staring into his beautiful eyes. You wriggled gently to get up, claiming that nature calls and then turning red and regretting saying it instantly. In the small bathroom you hid for a moment, and wondered what to do. Maybe another movie? But you were exhausted and needed to go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't mind you going to sleep?

"hey Remi?" you asked

"what's up Y/N/N?"

"Do you mind if I have a nap or something? i didn't sleep last night an-"

"Sure, I mean you can stay over if you want. It doesn't look like this storm is leaving." He cut you off.

Moments later, you had stripped into your undies (because no way are you trying to sleep in skinny jeans. Nope) and put on a baggy top Remington handed you, and he had changed into some shorts. And you were squished into his bed, Remington against the wall, you against him, no mattress to spare. It was going to be a long, long night of false unrequited love.

By the 2 am mark, the guys were not back, thunder jolted you awake. A groan.

"I can't fucking sleep with this storm" He groaned, and you agreed.

A moment passed. Silence except the storm.

"So. How's life?" Remington asked with a playful smile and you giggled.

"To be honest? Pretty bad." For once you answered the question with truth. Remington tried to wiggle around onto his back, but it failed. You shuffled over so you were facing each other.

"What's wrong?" his eyes and voice portrayed equal concern

"Nothing is right. To quote a very handsome man, I'm so sick and tired of being alone." he let out a half laugh as you called him handsome. "There's this guy. I love him so much and he will never know. I can't tell him."

"Well that's just dumb. You should tell him, no matter what happens, you have to be honest with yourself." He mentally punched himself for his hypocrisy, but he couldn't think of any other advice. What would he say, 'that's rough buddy'?

"It's not that easy. It's all just so hard. You know my track record with guys and girls, I never pick the right ones, I always get hurt and not in the fun way."

"The fun way? Oh so you like that?" He teased you with a laugh, without realising just how he was teasing you.

"Fuck off Remi. I know you have no rights to judge. My point is no one ever loves me, or seems to know how."

"Are we talking physical or emotional?"

"Both."

Conversations were always easy between you, and you saw no point in ignoring topics like sex.

You had both been looking away from each other for fear that the other might read their eyes and see the love in their souls. You were the first to look back.

"I just wish someone would kiss me. At this point, I'll take anyone! I'm just so fucking lonely. I know he'd never love me back, and-"

"Then he's a coward. He's not worthy for your love or of you if you feel you can't tell him this." He got so mad with jealousy, but overall he just felt horrible, as he believed he'd never be worthy of you. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He mumbled. He lent in, eyes pulling you closer, until the thunder boomed and you jolted apart.

You rolled over, scared, and there wasn't anywhere for Remington to put his arms besides around you. Slowly, you shuffled back into his warm arms and breathed a sigh. He moved around to get comfortable. You moved a little more, moving your hips a bit. You felt something hard against your butt and you let out a silent sigh. Neither of you were comfortable, and it was clear why when you moved your hips again and Remington couldn't hold it in. He let out the sexiest moan you'd ever heard.

"... Ah, Remi?"

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..." He rambled on, mortified and you moved your hips again. That made him shut up.

Turning around you looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you not to leave, not to freak. To just stay with him forever. Before he could stop himself, he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from your face, and, unable to form words, you let out a light whimper.

Neither of you could form coherent sentences, the conversation was held by your eyes. His, full of surprise, asking, 'do you like me?', biting your lip your eyes said yes. He smiled. Your hearts were beating so fast, but he moved slow towards you, gently placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips. A sea of emotions erupted in you as electricity flooded your body. He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I'm sorry I've been so scared to tell you, i can't handle the though of losing you."

"I- you- ah-" you couldn't form the words back, but you pulled him closer and kissed him with all the fire you felt in your heart. he responded with a groan and licked your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth.

You didn't hold back, and you explored each others mouths in a moment of excitement, bodies pressed against each other. You pulled away, needing oxygen, but he pulled you back, needing you more than air. Soon your were against each other, moaning, desperate for more.

"Remington?"

"Yes?"

"Take my shirt off?"

His response was immediate, tugging it off you, and claiming your mouth once again. Your hand wandered down his chest to his boxers. He released your mouth for a loud moan and you felt yourself instantly get wetter.

After muttering 'fuck' he kissed down your chest to your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouths and gently pinching the other, until your back was arched in pleasure. You nudged him back up, so you could reach down into his boxers.

He was painfully hard, and he was groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he had been hard for an hour trying to ignore your beauty.

"Please." he mumbled in your ear. Immediately, you moved your hand and put your leg in between his, starting to rub yourself onto his thigh as he did to yours. You were both a mess, sweaty and begging each other for more, more, more, until eventually you stopped humping him. You kissed down his chest but he stopped you.

"No. Please, I just need you now." So you both searched for a condom. You couldn't find one. He couldn't find one. You were dripping for him and he was painfully hard, you surrendered to your instincts.

You asked "are you good without?"

"I hope so."

You giggled a little but stopped when he took his undies off. He was perfect, enough to stretch you but not to hurt, and you felt your chest constrict without meaning to.

"How do you want me?" You asked

"However you want. I just need you." he said with a sigh

"Fuck" you moaned and climbed onto him.

You fell gently, both crying out in pleasure as you felt in all the way in you. You clenched and he moaned a high pitched moan that only turned you on more. Soon you were a mess, riding him, him thrusting into you in perfect timing, getting closer, closer, closer. Without saying a word he started to rub your clit gently. You screamed in pleasure and asked for him to go harder, faster. You cupped his balls and he groaned.

"I'm not gonna last much longer." he grunted into you, and you lay on top of him, boobs pressed to his chest, turning you on like nothing else. You ran a hand through his spiky, sweat-dampened hair and whispered:

"come into me, then"

You clenched and he was done, and seeing the face he made of pure ecstasy sent you over the edge, coming undone harder than ever before. Hands on your hips he helped you ride it out, and breathing heavy, you stayed like that for a long time.

"wow" was all Remington said and you laughed, rolling over. He climbed across you to find a wet wash cloth and clean you both up, taking time to kiss you softly and he cleaned you, only making you wet again.

"I love you Remington."

"I lov-" the doors to the bus suddenly opened, Sebastian screeched and shut it immediately, not wanting any more of a visual than he got. Neither of you realised the rain had stopped.

#remington leith #remington x reader #palaye royale #palaye royale smut #smut #remington kropp #fanfic #punching bag #palaye royale x reader #remington leith smut

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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- Degrading Desires -

warnings: lots of smut, slight angst, sadism, degrading kink, subby colin (the only right way), dom reader, masturbation

psst! look i know all i write is colin and kai and i apologize, i just really needed to get this fic idea i had in mind for colin lmfao. i'll definitely have more varieties up in no time:) // not fully proof read

Apart from being one of the few women to be working for the police investigating department, you made sure you were considered one of the strongest, independent, and courageous of them all. Whether that'd mean you'd always have to cancel plans to keep your full focus on the current investigations, or even distancing yourself from friends and family.

"Here, it clearly looks like a sniper rifle bullet, was definitely shot from afar. Fucking asshole seemed to have planned this perfectly." you made your claim public to the other detectives in the room, passing around the bloody bullet which was secured in a ziplock bag.

"Yup, thats a modular sniper rifle. This was a perfect planned murder, due to how much accuracy is needed to shoot one of these bad boys. " shouted Colin whilst inspecting the bullet in between his rough hands, completely taking away the attention you had held onto you, aggrivating you immensely.

Colin would do this ever so often, always finding a way to snatch away the minimum attention you'd have gathered up, completely becoming the spotlight. You felt as if he had just so much hatred towards you, like he couldn't resist the fact that you were in fact solving more cases in a week than what he could've in a month. His body language although, spoke differently than his actions.

The detectives cheered Colin on, patting him on his wide back, all just so amazed by how easily he solved the puzzle of what specific type of sniper it was, –when you was literally already getting to the point–. Not one of them credited you for shit, not even the women who claimed to be so sick and tired of the misogynistic behavior that's been going around the department. They were certainly the ones cheering him on the loudest.

You only stood there silently staring down at the pieces of evidence that layed infront of you, the dim lighting that took over the small office room making you disappear almost entirely now. Erasing the fact that your only goal was to help these poor victims rest in peace, allowing their families to have complete closure of every each and tragic murder as Zable in the other hand, was focused on stealing your spotlight, just to feel superior and laugh it off in your face later on.

As the detectives all went to their correspondent offices, you and Colin were the only ones left in the room, as he decided to linger around noticing how you'd stay in to investigate through your lunch break. You feeling nothing but envy and him admiring how difficult he was making your job.

"Good job, buddy." blurted Colin as he walked a step closer towards you, a playful hop almost. His dark brown eyes looking down to your Y/E/C ones, as he fidgeted with his large fingers above the evidence table.

"Look Y/N, Im s-

"You're what Colin? Sorry? Why do you enjoy making my life so fucking miserable? Im fucking tired of it, im trying to genuinely help these families." you spat, looking deeply into his soul, noticing how his eyes began to water.

"You're gonna fucking cry now? Good. You deserve to feel like shit." you continued. Colin only looked down at his fidgety hands before taking a seat on the table, and munching on some leftover salad he had left from his lunch break, allowing his shiny eyes to shed their tears.

"It doesn't feel good to feel like shit does it, you needy whore? You just need attention and validation so fucking bad, why can't you just let me do my job in peace." your usage of language taking the both of you by surprise, pausing quickly after noticing Colin struggling to eat his salad with his left hand, when the man was a righty.

"Colin.. what the fuck are you doi-" you attempt to ask the obvious before getting unpredictabley interrupted by a loud whimper. You bent down slightly, letting curiousity taking the best of you to encounter Colin massaging his bulge through his pants.

"You're a fucking pathetic." you continue to degrade, unintentionally causing the member in his pants to leak in precum, dampening his boxers.

"Stop.. p-please stop." pleaded Colin as he massaged his enlarging buldge under the table, still unaware of you're awarness at his self pleasing.

"Why should I stop Colin? You deserve nothing." you proceed, enjoying the effects your words had on him, his teary eyes looking up at yours whilst you walked around the office.

Despite the fact you truly disliked the man you were currently sharing an office with, you just couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed making him feel this way. Like shit. I mean he looks like he's enjoying it as well. The way he struggled to chew on his salad whilst attempting to keep his cool infront of you, how his long sleeved shirt slightly attached to his body from his sweat, and how his dark decepting eyes shed tears after tears. It was an admirable view.

He enjoyed the suffering, and so did you.

"I-I need to go to the..bathroom.." said Colin, now getting up from his office chair attempting to leave the room in pure hurry, before you got in his way blocking the door entry making him jump slightly.

"Please don't do this.."

"Don't do what? You've fucked up my job experience for all these months Colin, i think you deserve to get punished. Don't you think?" you teased whilst slowly dragging him back to his seat by his veiny arm.

Zable, although being in complete shock by his show of uncontrollable needs was also taking aback from your actions towards him, feeling out of place by letting a woman dominate him. He only sat on his wheely chair, laying down almost, whilst his breathing was surprisingly heavy allowing small whimpers escape his lips. The man needed you, and urgently.

"If this is what you've wanted this whole time, why not jump straight to the point and be a good boy? Instead of making shit hard." you questioned Colin, before prepping your elbows on either side of the arm rests he layed betweeb, massaging his thighs delightfully, earning graceful low groans.

"W-why are you doing this..?" questioned Colin, his eyes barely being able to open due to the slight amount of pleasure he's been receiving. You completely dodged his question, your focus remaining on his clothed thighs.

"Y/N.." Colin called now, attempting to catch your attention once again, you shushing him almost immediately.

You honestly didn't bother to shift your attention towards what Colin was saying, well that was before you felt his pants dampen up under you, warm fuzzy liquids spreading all over him.

"You c-came on yourself?"

"No.."

"What's this then?" you questioned before unzipping his pants and shoving your hand in his briefs, gathering some of his cum in between your fingers and bringing it up to view. "You came on yourself from me simply touching your thighs Zable?" you affirm before he denied your claim. "I k-kinda like when you y-yell at.. me.. and call me names.." he admitted in between pants, not having the balls to look into your eyes as he spoke.

You only giggled at his lack of dominance underneath you, having fully cummed on himself when you barely even touched him and just called him pathetic little names.

"You're a fucking disappointment Colin, you know that right?"

"Y-yes I know.. Y/N.."

"You deserve nothing for being such a piece of shit."

"Y-.. more..please. more.."

You would've never thought the man who'd been bothering you for all those months to have such a hypersensitive degrading kink. It all adds up now, why he'd tense up to his boss yelling at him, why he loved annoying the shit out of you. Whole time he was waiting for you to snap at him, and well who would've known shit would've ended up his way.

Colin wanted nothing but for you to full on dominate him, for you to take control over every little bone in his body. He was willing to do anything you'd ask him to, he'd bow down and kiss your feet if you'd asked him to for god's sake. The thought of making him your literal sex puppet brough nothing but an internal flame into your core, producing an evil smirk to form on your lips onto the man you were just a few inches away from.

"god you're so beautiful when you're in pain." you announce before attaching your lips to his drooly ones, the two of you ravaging eachothers mouths immediately. Zable only melted under the kiss, slightly lifting his hand up towards your breasts, soon letting it drop onto his lap in cowardness.

"you can touch me." you break the kiss to give your consent, allowing his firmed hand grip onto your right breast as he exhilaratedtly sighed to the soft feeling. Colin gripped on you like his life depended on it, as you lifted your leg onto the left side of his thigh prepping yourself down into a straddle, him groaning to finally feeling some contact against his member.

Colin was a moaning mess already, your dripping clothed cunt aligned with his sensitve clothed tip was driving him over the edge as he grew impatient attaching his large hands onto your hips in attempt of grinding you onto him. Although you knew you had him wrapped around your finger you allowed him to grind up to you, his second releasing nearing rapidly.

"oh.. fuck.." groaned Colin as you two dry humped eachother for several minutes now, your purpose being making him suffer but letting yourself get into the pleasure also, as you animalisticly removed his dressing shirt, popping some buttons out along the way. You then manage to remove yours also whilst gripping onto his short sweaty hair.

"Is that all you can do? huh? not enough." you degrade, producing his rhythm to increase making you groan excitedly. Colin's one soft puppy but he'll for certain make sure you're needs are satisfied as well as his.

Didn't take long for you to moan along with him, feeling his bulge twitch under you, as he came yet again collapsing underneath you.

"Colin."

"..y-yes?"

"you're an amazing little slut."

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kinda wanna highkey make another part to this but we'll see how it goess

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shmackontitan · 3 years

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Welcome Home (Levi x Reader smut)

TW: choking, dumbification, degradation

Levi takes out his angst on you after he gets home from a mission

“You sure worry a lot about a man who’s one of the strongest if not the strongest soldier-“ Sasha muttered smugly while biting into a piece of bread she brought out for the two of you.

She noticed you were tense and who doesn’t like bread?

“I know,” you sighed. “How can I not worry?” You nibble at a piece, your stomach acid making itself known and causing a dull ache in your abdomen.

“I get it. You two are in love or whatever the fuck. Gross,” Sasha rolled her eyes and giggled at you.

You playfully shoved her in the shoulder before continuing,

“Oh shut it. You’re just jealous I got with a higher up”.

She rolled her eyes again, smiling.

“Not higher by a lot- physically speaking”.

“He makes up for it in other ways,” you smirk”

“Dont be fucking gross,” Sasha makes a face at you showing her disgust but like not actual disgust, she’s just playing.

After you two kept bantering for a while to get your mind off of your boy, you could hear horses approaching. As the horses got closer, you noticed it was Levi’s fleet headed to the stables. Without even saying anything to Sasha, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you to the stables where all the soldiers put the remaining horses in their spaces and feed them well. The other soldiers remained silent for the most part from the pure stress of being outside the walls. Fortunately, no one was missing.

You saw Levi dismounting his horse and practically jumped on him, your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried in his caped shoulder. His eyes widened at the impact before he held the back of your head with his hand, hugging you back.

“I’m so glad you’re safe, I was worried absolutely sick!” Your voice was muffled in the fabric of his cape.

Levi squeezed you ever so tighter.

“You didn’t leave my mind” he mumbled, not wanting to be too vulnerable outside.

Levi broke the hug and looked around the stable, making sure everyone else left. Once he noticed the place was empty, he grabbed your hand and made a break for his quarters (that you have been sleeping in).

“Captain, you just got back dont you want to-“ you started to ask before Levi cupped your face and kissed you like he was starving and the only thing that could cure it was your lips.

You were concerned about this behavior right after a mission, but, you were not complaining by any means. You kiss back while he’s untying his scarf and clumsily undoing the buckles on his gear.

“Commander?” You gasped as he broke off the kiss, looking through your eyes and into you, almost.

“Either you get in the bed, or I put you in the bed” he grumbled under his breath, his chest heaving with each inhale.

You obey and sit on top of the blanket before Levi crawls on top of you, his hair tickling your forehead.

“You don’t know how much I missed you. I mean- you in general.. I love you” he paused. “But I also missed this,” he sighed as he ran his finger tips along your sides, lifting your shirt up as he went.

“I missed this-“ Levi smirked as his hand ghosted along your breast as he made a game of unbuttoning your shirt with one hand.

“This,” he hummed as his nose found your jaw line while he left longing teeth marks on your yearning skin.

“Most of all-“ he began before he pushed his knee in between your legs, causing a friction that let an unholy noise leak through your lips.

You keep mumbling his name in a failed attempt to get his attention while he was lost in physical bliss. He was reunited with you and that’s all he ever wanted. But, he did have his own physical frustrations.

He yanked down his pants exposing his hard cock before basically tearing yours off, earning a shocked yelp from you. Levi shushes you as he slid his Dick into you, not making any time for you to adjust to the pressure and heat swelling in your crotch.

You nearly yelled as you grabbed fistfuls of blanket, your breath stolen by the man whose dick was currently inside of you. He started to thrust slowly, but deep as hell. The pleasure you felt made up for the fact that tomorrow, youre going to be sore and in so much pain. Before you knew it, Levi was picking up the pace, skin smacking against skin. You could barely control yourself as drool started to leak down your cheek as all semblance of a functioning human being left your body.

“You love becoming just a pretty fuck-hole for me when I get home, huh? You wait for me to come home all bloody and riled up so you can cry over my Dick- is that right?” Levi teased between heavy groveled breaths as his fingers gripped your neck as if you were an inanimate object.

His thrusts became sloppy and more aggressive as his grip around your throat became tighter- he was about to cum. You were grabbing at his arm to let you breathe but lucky for you, he came inside of you hot and heavy and loosened the grip on your throat.

You found yourself gasping for air as Levi’s sweaty body was still above you. He smiled as he wiped off your cheek with his thumb before kissing your lips gently. You kissed him back as you smiled, remembering that your boy is genuinely here and he’s alright.

“You alright, princess? Don’t take anything I said to heart- I was just,”

You cut him off with a kiss.

“It was sexy, don’t worry. Besides, I’m not against a round two” you grinned at him.

With that, he started kissing your neck again. Rumor has it that you walked with a limp the next morning.

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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I Wanna Be Your Dog - G.W

George Weasley X Fem Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ by The Stooges.

About: You bring your best friend George along with you to a muggle rock n roll gig, both of you get heavily intoxicated, George gets overprotective after another guy tries to chat you up. The two of you go back to your place afterwards, getting into a steamy situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Alcohol and intoxication, heavy smut, unprotected rough sex, choking and ‘foul’ language.

“That was bloody mental” George slurred, already drunk from all the pre-drinks you both necked down before the gig.

You wanted to let loose for one evening after studying so hard and what better way to reward yourself for your N.E.W.T.S results than going to a local gig with your best friend and sharing some drinks?

You giggled taking a sip of your cider “just you wait, that was just the opening band!” you leaned into George feeling buzzed, you missed the atmosphere of a show: the bright lights in a blacked out room, being one in the crowd, the smell coming from the fog machines, the loud blaring music, making a connection with the musicians and getting your ‘rock on’ with everyone else in the crowd.

“There's more?” George asked excitedly beaming down at you, you forgot that he wasn’t used to muggle music, bands, gigs, you wouldn’t be surprised if his father studied just the idea of such an experience.

You nodded and stared into his gorgeous deep brown eyes, looking down at George’s empty cup you offered to buy him another (you would need it to get you through the rest of the night at this rate, you didn’t want your buzz to die down) you pushed through the overflowing crowd trying not to bash or elbow anyone too hard, squeezing through you kept muttering out “I’m sorry!” “Just passing through!”

By the time you reached the bar the main act were already powering through their set list, you felt bad for leaving George but you knew he would be enjoying himself either way.

The floor was sticky from the spilled alcohol and your shoes kept sticking down to the floor, you felt like you were in space boots every time you tried to lift up your feet and with the spinning of the room you gripped onto the bar to steady yourself.

“Can I grab two double vodka’s and coke, please” you yelled over the music to the bar man, choosing the first drink that popped into mind, you could feel someone closing in on you, their hot breath and body heat against your back.

“Mind if I pay?” a unfamiliar gruff voice asked.

You slowly stood up straight and took a deep sigh, turning around you were met with the stranger who butted in. He pulled some pound notes out of his pocket and pushed them over towards the bar man.

The man had dark black hair that started to grey at the roots and odd strands here and there, you could tell he must be older than you, greying or not his wrinkles spoke for him.

He towered over you and smiled “both for you?”

You shook your head and answered him quickly, hoping the bar man would hurry up or the man would get distracted “No, me and my boyfriend” you lied, although you and George were best friends you had slept together plenty of times and it often felt as if you were dating - but you had never brought it up, you both liked everything how it was.

The man chuckled and moved closer to you, the bar man placed the drinks next your arm on the side “is that so?” he asked, thinking you were lying to get away from him. He nodded and pursed his lips “playing hard to get, I like it” he pushed a stray hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek with his thumb “has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” he blurted out, unashamed.

You couldn’t believe your ears, you couldn’t believe the cheek of this man, you cowered at his touch.

“Has anyone ever told you to piss off?” you heard George shout over the music, standing next you, staring down the man.

You thanked whichever lords above that George decided to come and search for you. “Who the fuck are you?” the man laughed at your best friend, moving away from you.

George pulled you into him, his hand sneaking around your waist, you didn’t want any trouble but you knew George wouldn’t shy away from confrontation if it was about something serious.

“I’m her boyfriend, now bugger off before you get my foot up your arse” George threatened him, his grip on your waist tightening.

The man sported a furious look upon his sweaty wrinkled face “you wanna fucking go mate?” he yelled at George pointing a finger at him “all this over some slag?” he insulted you.

You and George, now both just as furious went red in the face. You spotted your drinks on the side and without thinking, breaking from George’s grip you picked up your drinks and threw them in his face, causing George to let out a shocked but surprising laugh.

The two of you ran as fast as your legs could carry you past the overflowing crowd, hearing complaints and insults follow you. Breaking free into the dark night, the cold air engulfed you, waking you up slightly from your drunken daze.

Holding out your hand spotting a black cab the two of you hopped in and went back to your parents place.

George apologised continuously on the way home, feeling like he was the one who ruined your evening, but if anything he made it so much better than what it could’ve turned out to be.

“I just can’t believe that arsehole called you such a thing and put a hand on you!” He whispered sternly, entering the kitchen, he walked over to the stairs and stopped before walking up them. “Are you okay?”

“It’s okay Georgie, really.” You whispered back, you pushed past him, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone up “I’m fine”

You both entered your large bedroom, the pine green walls covered in pictures of you and George and posters of the band you saw tonight, little round orange fairy lights dangling from your curtain rail. Your bed in the middle of the room against the wall, waiting for you and George.

So messed up, I want you here In my room, I want you here Now we're gonna be face-to-face And I'll lay right down in my favourite place

“I can’t stand it when men think they can touch you like that, it makes my skin crawl.” George muttered, starting to calm down upon entering your room, he shut the door slowly and quietly behind him.

“Only you can touch me like that” you whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobe gently.

George let out a shaky moan, your sudden advance caused his breath to get stuck in his throat for a moment.

“You’d be furious if I ended up going home with him and I was planning to if you didn’t come and get me” you teased him “he told me I was sexy.”

George glared and grabbed you by the throat, you always loved making him jealous, especially in the bedroom.

He walked you over to the bed, George pushed you down on it, his hand gripped around your throat causing you to feel slightly light headed. His possessiveness and jealousy that caused these outbursts in his behaviour turned you on more than anyone ever could.

He removed his hand from your throat, causing you to breathe out in desperation for air, whilst allowing the incredible rush to flow through your head, the tingling and spinning sensations exciting you even more.

“Is that what you want? another man fucking you?” George questioned, yanking at the silver zip on your black faux leather mini skirt and pulling them down your legs, his hand moved up in between your inner thighs “no one can make you cum like I can” he growled, slapping your clit through your underwear before yanking those off too “you dirty girl.”

And now I want to be your dog Now I want to be your dog Now I want to be your dog Well, come on

You moaned staring down at the gorgeous lad now in between your legs, teasing you with his tongue, his hot breath warming you up and his silky saliva coating your clitoral hood and running down in between your folds.

George stroked you gently with his long fingers, spreading his saliva equally around your heat, causing you to moan out in pleasure “not too loud you plonker, your parents are two doors down” he told you off before suddenly plunging two fingers inside of you, switching between fingering you and repeating the ‘come here’ motion with his fingers to try and make you squirt whilst taking turns eating your cunt and sucking your clit.

George was doing this on purpose, pleasuring you beyond belief when you were forced to keep quiet. You pulled his long hair and your back arched, he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and he knew you were getting close so he withdrew his coated fingers and pulled himself away, his lips red and wet from his hard work.

You pouted and let out a whine, ”George that isn’t fair” you tried to crawl over to George and help him take off his belt but he refused and slapped you away.

“you’ll touch me when you’re told to.”

George took off his shirt, his belt and removed his trousers, then taking off his boxers his erection slapped against his lower stomach. Your mouth filling up with saliva, if you were to open your gob your drool would turn to laces. You removed your perfume drenched band shirt and dropped it on the carpet, George’s hungry, lustful gaze turned to you, he crawled on top of you, kissing up your body.

“Turn over” he growled “get on all fours.”

Doing as you were told you could hear George spitting into his hand as he rubbed his saliva against your entrance, using his hard cock to stroke up against it before entering you. You gasped out in shock, squeezing your eyes shut to adjust to his size, George grabbed you by the hair, parting them into pony tails to use as his handlebars.

“Only I can make you feel this good” he growled lowly in your ear “tell me!” he demanded.

With George grabbing your hair and pulling you back at such an angle it was hard for you to utter a word, you were only just managing to breathe. Thinking you were ignoring him, George spanked your arse with rage, causing you to squeal out in pain loudly, feeling the sting and heat he smiled at his handprint quickly appearing on your now sore arse cheek.

“Keep it down!” he hissed at you, pounding you even harder.

Your lips were turning blood red from the biting to hold in your moans. George suddenly stopped and flipped you over, leaning over you and kissing you, tasting yourself on his lips turned him on all the more. George grabbed your smooth legs and placed them over his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside you as he pulled you closer to him causing the two of you to moan out.

George grabbed your throat again and held a firm grip over your artery restricting your blood flow, “dirty fucking slut” he grunted, fucking you fast, deep and hard.

You looked into his lustful eyes, desperate for air, your eyes tearing up and your face going red, knowing you’d get him closer you tried to mutter “please...George..” but it proved to be too difficult against his grip.

Now I'm ready to close my eyes And now I'm ready to close my mind And now I'm ready to feel your hand And lose my heart on the burning sands

Beads of sweat dripped down his soft head, his hair sticking to him, panting rapidly he lulled his head back giving it his all before letting go of your throat, smashing his soft lips against yours he spilled himself inside of you, filling you with his warm liquid.

The two of you lay next to one another on your comfy, now drenched bed, staring up at the ceiling catching back your breaths. George sat up slowly, still recovering from what felt like the race of his life - a marathon for you - he eyed you up and gently pulled you into a cuddle. “Are you okay?” he asked “you aren’t hurt are you?” he looked at your neck, worried he left any marks or caused damage.

And now I want to be your dog And now I wanna be your dog Now I want to be your dog Well, come on

You shook your head and smiled at him coming down from your high “I’m all good but my arse hurts” you laughed softly, laying in his arms “one hell of a slap you gave it”

George went red and apologised but you shushed him and giggled, letting out a yawn you pulled the covers over the two of you and you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Tonight was incredible” you said sleepily “thank you for everything, George.”

He smiled and his heart warmed at the sight of you cuddling into him, he held your hand and kissed your head softly “I love you” he hummed, closing his eyes.

“I love you too” you replied, copying him, drifting off to sleep.

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fanfic #fan fiction #HP #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #imagines #oneshot #oneshots #weasley x reader #weasley x you #smut #spicy fic #fred weasley

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spunkpunx · 3 years

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Say You Love Me - Jimmy Darling

Plot: Reader is heartbroken when she hears Jimmy has lost his hands, but when they're replaced he decides to make up for lost time

Word count: 3105

Warnings: Smut, Smoking, Mild violence

The words hit me like a ton of bricks when Dell brought the news. Jimmy's hands were gone. My Jimmy's hands were gone. Taken. That no good piece of shit Richard Spencer and his lies. I couldn't believe Elsa had fallen for his bollocks, but I supposed that was his game. The rest of the freaks stood in shock.

"Oh no, not Jimmy!" Ima cried over dramatically. I felt my blood boil. My skin crawled as she wailed. I felt my ears burn up with my rage. She'd been here not five minutes and here she was, caterwauling over what they had done to him. I couldn't out loud admit what I felt about Jimmy, but I sure as hell could let it be known how I felt about her. I ran at her and swung one hard punch to the side of her head. The force did not knock her over, but the shock certainly did.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I spat out the words repeatedly as I continued to hit her face and chest once she had fallen. I felt my eyes prick as I screamed at her, before Paul and Eve pulled me away. The second the anger cleared I collapsed in tears. Penny came over to me as Eve followed Dell out the tent. She held me tight as I sobbed into her chest. Ima was taken out the tent, bloodied and bruised and sniveling. I lifted my head only to spit in her direction.

"Shh, shh," Penny cooed, stroking my hair.

"What have they done to him?" I whimpered, my voice coming out far more feeble and cracked then I had ever heard it. "How's he going to survive in there without his hands?"

"I don't know," Penny told me, honestly. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

She took me back to my caravan and I poured myself a drink. I pulled an ashtray out the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to watch over me Penny. I'm sure you probably best go check on your man."

"I don't want to leave you like this," she admitted, sat delicately on the edge of my bed. She was still so beautiful, despite the lizard tattoo, and so kind as well. I couldn't bear to be around anyone at the minute though.

"I'll be fine," I told her softly, but when she didn't move I snapped at her. "Piss off! I don't want you here!" I hadn't meant to be so harsh, but she gathered herself up and left. I knocked back my drink in one. It burned my eyes and stung my throat but I hoped for my own sake it would help me sleep.

I went through more alcohol and more cigarettes. My ashtray overflowed. My head was spinning as I reached toward the bottom of the bottle. With my head heavy I fell over into my bed and pulled the covers round myself, only bothering to clumsily remove my shoes before shutting my eyes tight and trying to forget my thoughts. I lay there, my mind playing a reel of horrors of what could have happened to Jimmy. I pictured him beaten in a jail cell, battered to death like Meep was, or sat in despair at his own situation. I knew he couldn't have killed those women, even if he didn't, because he was here in this caravan when it happened. I knotted my fingers into my hair, reeling drunk. I was just as bad as he had been.

I eventually passed out, but kept waking, sweaty and restless after nightmares. At one point my stomach turned and I chugged up my guts off the side of my bed. I rolled back over after that and caught half an hours rest before I woke again. The night went on like that until the sun rose and Eve came in to get me up.

"Oh sweetheart," she muttered upon seeing my sorry state. She delicately picked her way to the bed past the vomit and brought me out of bed to go sit on the seat I had. I blubbered pathetically while she tossed a towel over my mess and brought me a glass of water. I was still slightly drunk, but tried to be as co-operative as possible. Eve sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug while I continued to feel like a maudlin burden on her. She took me over to have breakfast with the others, and I hiccuped my way through some bread and butter, as everyone threw pitiful stares my way. I began to sober up.

"I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"Don't be silly, come with me," she directed, taking my hand and leading me away from the show ground. As we walked further away I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's awful nice of you to try cheer me up but I'd rather not go anywhere," I told Eve, following her through the undergrowth. We passed the spot where Ethel had ended her life, which brought back more memories of how Jimmy had been after she passed. My eyes welled, but I tried hard to keep it suppressed. I didn't want anyone to think I was being such a pathetic mess over Jimmy Darling. I didn't want to be another of the freaks that he's fucked and now loves him.

"It's Elsa who said you ought to come here," Eve explained. It was probably her plan to distract me from my wallowing, or punish me for what I did to Ima. I expected hard labour ahead of me. We reached a small barn with the doors locked. Eve produced a key, unlocking the chains. "Now listen. Elsa says its your job to look after him," she instructed pulling the door open to let me see inside. It took me a minute to realise there was a bed, a bed and a familiar face.

"Jimmy!" I gasped, rushing to his side. I burst into tears again, this time from pure relief. "Oh baby your hands!"

By his side lay two bloodied stumps wrapped in bandage. His eyes filled with tears when he looked at me.

"Princess I haven't ever seen you cry before," he told me lightheartedly, but his voice cracked and he wept. I placed my hand on his face and he leaned into my touch as I wiped his tear with my thumb. I turned back to give Eve a thank you but she had left. I turned to Jimmy.

"I thought you were gonna be gone forever," I told him, sniffling.

"Me too baby." I bent down and pressed my lips down against his. We shared a salty kiss. I felt him flinch hard and cut off the kiss when he lifted his arm hold me. He immediately broke down in tears again. "I'm never going to be able to hold you again," he whimpered, and I sensed that there was certainly more to it than that. It stung to see him in such a sorry state.

"Oh Jimmy don't upset yourself," I tried to comfort him. "I have to change your bandages. Okay?" He shook his head. "I let you do it for me," I reminded him.

"Well you have no fucking idea how much it hurts," he snapped. I understood his frustration, but I couldn't help but pull away, hurt. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry (y/n), I just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hold, still." I ran my hand down his arm slowly until I reached the bandage trying to cause minimum pain. I unwrapped it slowly, Jimmy putting on a brave face. As I pulled the bloodied part away from his wound he flinched and gritted his teeth. "This is really gonna sting," I warned as I poured alcohol onto cotton to clean his injury. He bit down on his pillow and nodded for me to go ahead. I wiped it as gently as I could and tried to ignore his muffled howl. "I'm sorry." He let the pillow from his teeth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, doll," he assured, breathless from pain. I took his stump in my hands, wrapping it in bandage.

"I tried to tell the police it wasn't you, but they wouldn't listen."

"It might have been me, I was there, I was blind drunk."

"It wasn't, Jimmy. You were in my caravan. You said you loved me."

"I do." He looked at me sincerely. I avoided his eye, focusing my attention back to binding up his arm.

"You don't Jimmy, you love Maggie, you only wanted me because you were scared she might leave you and you thought I wouldn't." I sighed.

"That's not true, I kept coming back because I love you." Tears pricked my eyes again. He probably thought Maggie had left and was settling for me. I tied off the bandage and he raised his arm up to my face, sucking in his breath sharply as his stump brushed my cheek. "And you love me too."

"No, I don't," I lied. He watched me, his stare breaking me apart like it always had.

"Paul came by before you. I haven't seen you cry once before, (y/n), but he said you have been tearful all morning. He also told me about Ima," he teased, smugly. I didn't know it was possible to sound both so weak and so smug at the same time.

"I was worried, it doesn't mean-"

"Please just tell me it does. Just tell me you love me, it's all I ever wanted to hear." I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.

"I love you, Jimmy Darling." He smiled at me. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a few draws. I put it between his lips for him so he could take a puff.

"Look at me," he complained. "Can't even hold my own cigarette."

"Hush now Jimmy. Things will take time," I reassured him, to little effect. We shared the rest of the cigarette and I moved round to change the bandage on the other side. Jimmy didn't speak until I'd finished and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, (y/n)," he said sincerely. I went back to his bedside, leaned down a pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be here to change your bandages again tomorrow," I told him softly.

Although Elsa had not left, she had still sold the show to Chester, who although had a definite screw loose, seemed harmless enough. He was bright, chirpy and certainly not bossy. His odd qualities only came from the wooden ventriloquist doll he was so attached to. The twins seemed quite smitten with him, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were screwing him.

I was civil with Maggie after her trickery, especially knowing how difficult the world could be, but Jimmy had far from forgiven her. This was a hard situation to negotiate. She had asked about him, and I knew she cared, but Jimmy was set in his hatred of her. It was hard to sympathise with a woman who had been part in a scheme resulting in the death of Ma Petite and the loss of Jimmy's hands. For the most part I told the truth. Jimmy was not going to soften any time soon.

I apologised to Ima too, hard as it was. She didn't really take my apology, but it hardly bothered me. It was mainly for the sake of the others, and to keep the peace.

That night, Dell was shot. He, it turned out, had been the one to kill Ma Petite. I felt bad for his death. As shitty as his actions were, I always felt he was trying his hardest for a better life. Still, killing another freak was unforgivable, and Ma Petite was innocence itself. It was my job to deliver the news to Jimmy, which was horrible.

"He was my father!"

"I know Jimmy! I'm sorry!"

"Don't you dare start apologising for those murderers, (y/n)!"

"Jimmy he killed Ma Petite!" I ended up snapping. "He killed an innocent and he paid the price." Jimmy broke down into tears again, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm losing everything."

"Come on, baby. It hurts to see you cry so much," I mumbled into his neck. He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't ever leave me (y/n). Don't ever break my heart.”

The day Jimmy's hands were ready was the happiest I had seen him in months. I came into the barn again to see him, when I spotted him sat on the bed. The moment he saw me he stood up and rushed toward me. I opened my arms to him and he caught me in his grasp, lifting me off my toes. He kissed me, properly. His dark eyes seemed full of hope. I took his arms from around me and held one of his new hands in mine. Mr. Dolcefino had created perfect wooden hands, still with Jimmy's finger shapes. They were works of art.

"They're beautiful, baby," I told him, smiling.

"They ain't half as functional as they were, but my hands have never looked so good."

"Your hands always looked good." I kissed him again, harder this time. He pulled me flush against him.

"It kills me I can't touch you the same baby," he told me, running his wrists down my side in place of his hands.

"I don't care, Jimmy. I love you," I said, and it was the first time I'd said it since he asked me to. He pulled me in again for another kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pushing the backs of my knees against the bed. "Easy tiger," I teased.

"I haven't held you in so long (y/n)," he replied, pushing himself even closer to me, my body flush with his own. I felt him, hard against my thigh. I kissed him again, hard, and let him push me onto the bed, his own weight on top of mine. He began to nip at my neck, and I sighed contentedly. He went to cup my breast with his hand, but came short when he realised his hands could not move the same, could not feel. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologised, sitting up on his knees and pulling away. I sat up with him and put my hands around his neck, fiddling with the hair at its nape.

"You aren't giving up that easy are you?" I jibed. "After all, you have a mouth in perfect working order." He grinned at me, pulling me into another hungry kiss. He nibbled down my neck again.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to undress yourself, doll." I did as instructed, pulling my jumper over my head while Jimmy watched. He returned to kissing my collarbone as I undid my bra. His kisses travelled over my breasts, wooden hand against my side. He kissed along my chest, eventually moving to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as I sighed. He bit down on it and I yelped, scolding him lightly by giving him a little slap on the arm. He grinned again at my reaction, before kissing his way down my sternum. He stopped for a second, giving me an opportunity to pull my trousers off for him. I went to pull my underwear down but he stopped me, instead using his teeth to pull them down and bringing them the rest of the way with his prosthetic. I laughed at his actions, until he buried his face into my heat, licking over my clit again and again. I felt myself get quickly wetter as he flicked his tongue up my slit. His attention went back to my clit, circling it as I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling at it and moaning as I did. I felt my cheeks flush when he came back up the bed to kiss me again, my taste still on his lips. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in these pants, do you think you can help doll?" he asked. I happily obliged.

"Of course baby." I pulled his shirt of his shoulders slowly, the removed his vest, taking my time to run my hands all across his chest and take it all in again. I ran my hand over his stomach and reached to palm him through his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I took off the trousers, getting him to sit up in order to help me. I could see the shame in his eyes so as soon as they were off I kissed him hard and put my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. He let out the most delicious moan into the kiss. After a minute of this we were both desperate for it so I bit his earlobe and pulled his cock out of his pants, guiding it to the right place. He pushed into me slowly.

"Fuck," he swore, before capturing my mouth with his and thrusting again. I let out another moan into his mouth as he bit down hard on my lip. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, speeding up his thrusts with considerable lack of control. It had been a while since we had sex, so the desperation in his movements was very apparent. He let out the most beautiful gasps and moans, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he continued to nip and suck at my collarbone. I tugged at his brown curls and he groaned breathily. He recaptured my lips in his own and I let out a moan as he pushed deeper into me.

"Jimmy," I panted into his ear, before pulling on his earlobe with my teeth. He let out what was almost a growl and fucked me even harder. I felt myself drawing closer to finishing and let out a desperate string of swears.

“Come on, baby doll, fuckin finish for me,” Jimmy murmured deeply, kissing along my jaw and neck before biting down on my collarbone. I let out a gasp as I felt a wave of pleasure over me, clenching around him and digging my nails into his back. He kept going, his thrusts sloppy, coaxing me through my orgasm until a faltering moan fell from his lips and he pulled out, spilling his load onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, spent, and I pulled my fingers through his hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“You really love me?” I asked, as his hot breath brushed my neck. Before he answered he pressed soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Of course I do, doll face.”

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peachyaone · 3 years

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the pain of losing and the relief from comfort.

pairings: giyuu tomioka x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of battle and a breakdown.

plot: you break from the pain, can giyuu put you back together?

The mission started like any other but quickly turned into a living hell. An upper moon with a large group of its friends, slaughtering the unprepared and terrified slayers one by one. You tried to assist them but there was too much for you alone to handle.

Giyuu was gone, he was assisting others at the other side of the field. Your legs were so close to collapsing. You look up to see one of the demons grasping another slayer, its large hand crushing his neck, killing him instantly. You sped by and sliced its head, killing the beast.

The determined slayers fought their hardest, and after hours of fighting, almost all the demons in the area had been defeated. There were too many casualties and injuries to keep going with the mission.

“FALL BACK!” Your voice echoed through the battlefield. Then you saw The Upper Moon cornered a group of slayers. You knew those kids. “No.” You said under your breath. You pushed yourself forward.

You would never forgive yourself if you let them die here.

You saw it grabbing one of them, you were begging to the skies to let you get there in time. But then a group of demons stopped you. You fought them in a desperate, rushed manner. You heard screams coming from the group. Your heart started to beat a thousand miles per hour. You were so, so exhausted.

"SENSEI!” “PLEASE HELP US!”

More screams and pleads for the demon to stop came from the younger slayers clouded your mind. When you successfully decapitated the demons, to your horror, the Upper Moon has eaten them. The light inside your eyes faded.

You stood there in shock.

Your legs gave out and you fell to the ground.

The Upper Moon escaped, as you sat there, still and in shock.

“Y/N!” Giyuu ran up to your dazed form. “If you aren’t hurt, get up and focus on the battle .” You couldn’t hear him. He was cold and harsh, but deep down, you knew he was trying to help you. You couldn’t help but feel like you deserved to die for not saving your juniors. You just fucking stood there and watched all of them die.

Giyuu cursed under his breath. There was no way you were in any state to fight. He figured you had seen something traumatic when he saw the way you were looking at the pile of bloody uniforms. Witnessing the deaths of somebody you cared for was not easy, especially when you lose everyone at once. He would know. He knew you would blame yourself. He knew you’d feel guilty for not being able to save them. He saw it in your eyes. You were shutting down your emotions as you wouldn't feel the pain. You wanted to grieve for them, to scream your throat raw. But now wasn’t the time.

“Hey.” His voice softened. “Come on, get up.” He said.

You couldn't look at him. You just stared at the spot. Your kids were screaming for help. Help that you couldn’t give them. If only you had just moved faster. If only you pushed yourself harder. They were just children.

Giyuu kneeled in front of you, his steel-blue eyes boring into yours. He noticed that the shine that you always had in your eyes was gone.

“Come on. We have to get away from here.”

You were on a brink of breaking down while he lifted you up, hoisting you onto his arms. He cradled your head into his chest and rushed to the headquarters.

When you got home, immediately brought you to the Butterfly Estate to ensure you weren’t injured in any way. After getting patched up, he took you to his estate.

He set you down in his bathroom. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears threatening to fall at any moment. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, reliving the moment. No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop seeing it and hearing the screams of terror coming from your students. They were your responsibility and you failed them.

Giyuu turned on the water, the sound of running water played as background noise to you. His eyes glanced in your direction sadly. He knew you love those kids like your own. You would talk about them so often, with a soft parental look. You went through the tough years of training them. Losing people that close to you would be difficult. He knew. He felt lost and defeated after losing Sabito. If he had stayed with him, who knows whether or not he’d still be here. He didn’t have anyone to help him grieve. But this time, he had you. And he plans to do the same for you.

As the warm water filled the tub, Giyuu’s fingers hesitated to wonder if he should even do this. Well, you were sweaty and caked with dirt and dried blood. He was sure that you wouldn't want to wake up to see the reminder of your loss. And there was no way he would leave you like this. He took off your haori, and unbuttoned your uniform, then carried you to the tub.

He knew he wasn’t the best at comforting, how was he supposed to know what to do? He didn’t have anyone to show him how. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but still, you clearly need someone right now. He grabbed the cloth and poured a generous amount on his hand and began to gently scrub the dirt and blood of you. You closed your eyes at the gentle scrubbing.

Giyuu’s calloused hands were so gentle against your body, washing away the evidence of what happened earlier that day. His hands felt good against your skin. You just wanted to be close to him, to fall completely apart, but you didn’t want him to think that you’re weak or annoying.

He didn’t expect you to be this silent. It makes him feel uneasy.

He gently set you down on the bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you into your nightwear, then he moves to quickly take a shower himself.

Yeah, you don't really talk a lot sometimes, preferring to savor the comfortable silence with him. You never minded talking about how you felt, and he surely never minded listening. He fathered you talk to him, instead of bottling your emotions like that. After he took you out and dried you, he carried you over to the bed. Your slightly damp hair leaving spots on his haori.

It was that moment you exploded.

Your body began to shake as tears streamed down your face, soft sobs escaping your lips. The images of each student flashed so vividly in your mind and your heart started to feel heavy again. Your nails dug into your arm, creating little indents in your already scarred skin. You hissed in pain but you didn’t make any effort to move it either. Your breath uneven and you wailed loudly as you think of them. Giyuu came running to you.

“I couldn’t save them, my children-“ Your hands gripped your arm tighter. You just wish you had done something to help them. Even if you had been injured or killed, you at least would die knowing you saved your students, your children. Your breathing had become frantic and you were on the verge of tears. "They were calling out for me and I couldn't even save them!" Your eyes squeezed shut, wanting to scream. Giyuu grabbed your cheeks and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Hey, hey, hey.” his voice called out to you softly. “breathe for me, dear, breath.” He pulled your hands away from your arms and made you hold his. He was being soft and kind, which was different than he usually is. Then again, you needed him. So, you threw yourself into his arms again, hugging him tightly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his body.

“Nobody blames you.” He paused, trying to find the right words. “Your students, they will not die for nothing. You hear me? We’ll have to take revenge, for them, alright? We’ll make those demons pay.” He said. You nodded against his skin. He kissed your head. “That’s my dear.” He whispered. “Giyuu?” You whispered. He hummed in reply. “Can we… can we go back and give them a proper burial tomorrow morning?” You asked him. “….” He looked into your eyes, searching for signs of guilt and that you were forcing yourself to do this. “It's the least I can do.” You said, looking away. “Sure. We’ll head there first thing in the morning.” He said. “Thank you.” You whispered, holding him tighter. “You welcome.” He said.

He may be a man with a few words but you knew you can always depend on him when times get rough.

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To Love and To Cherish

A short of how Natsu and Lucy welcome their first baby into the world.

"I-I can't... I can't do this!" She panted, her breaths short but heavy as yet another wave of pain tore through her middle.

A cry escaped her lips; the pressure too much to bare. Her mind no longer capable of rational thought as the contraction reached its peak, "I-it hurts..."

She whimpered as the intensity settled once again, her heart beating right out of her chest at the anticipation and dread of the next looming shock wave that was sure to send her over the edge. She couldn't take any more; she didn't want this any more. For the pain to stop was her only thought, the fear and panic cut deep within her chocolate irises.

He felt helpless, like a spare part that no longer had any use, just sat there watching his love and best friend go through a hell he would never be able to experience. It was gut wrenching, his heart ached for her, wishing that this part would be over already, to give her the rest she so desperately needed after hours and hours with little respite.

She gripped his hand, feeling another, stronger wave about to take hold and there was nothing she could do but ride it out. Gritting her teeth, she felt it come hard and fast, taking her breath away. Unable to hold back, a blood curdling scream shattered the room, the glass of the open windows threatening to break.

He held her, her grip so tight he was losing circulation but it didn't matter, he was her anchor, the one that'd been with her every step of the way and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see this through. To give her the strength she needed to carry on was his only goal.

As she began to calm once more, she rolled to her side, her dripping wet face and rosy red cheeks came into full view. He swept her hair back away from her sticky skin and stroked down her clammy cheek, leaning forward to kiss her forehead and whisper his will of encouragement, the only thing he could offer right now.

"You can do this, Lucy. You're already doing it and look how far you've come." Feeling her grab a hold of his neck, she drew him in firmly, giving him the chance to embrace her too, his hands cradling her head and shoulders, "That's it, Luce. You've got this! You're doing amazingly, and soon we'll have our baby here."

Listening to the calming tone of his voice, she bore down, using the rest of her strength to push as hard as she could, even if it felt like her insides were on fire. With each pain staking minute, she fought with all she had, with one hard push after another—she’d finally exhausted herself.

"Baby's head is born. One more good push, Lucy, and you'll have your baby." Porlyusica said, feeling sympathy for the young girl who’d reached her limit many hours ago, but had no choice but to keep going—Such was the way of childbirth.

"You hear that, Lucy? I told ya; I knew you could do this!" He reiterated, trying to keep positive for Lucy’s sake. She looked completely wiped out and would need all the love and care he could give to her after this. “Just one more big push, Luce, and it’ll all be over.”

"Please, just get this baby out of me!" The celestial mage cried, another wave making her shiver and convulse, but she pushed through with all her might, "Natsu!" She screamed, almost pulling him into the bed with her.

With one last almighty push, he felt her body finally collapse under him and let go, panting heavily as the sudden feeling of pure relief entered her system. He barely had enough time to move, before a squirming, bloody baby was brought up and placed upon Lucy’s heaving chest. It’s lungs filling with air for the first time and letting out the sweetest little cry as it adjusted to its new world.

“You have a baby girl.” Both new parents heard in the distance, too enraptured by the little life that’d been given to them to truly acknowledge what’d been said. Porlyusica reached up to towel the baby down, and placed a blanket around her wriggling body, “You still have the placenta to birth and the umbilical cord needs to be cut, but as soon as that’s done, Wendy can get to work on healing you.”

The young mother had zoned out, to her the only people present at that moment was her and her baby. Her body ached and felt more sore than it ever had done, her eyes burned with exhaustion and the area between her legs felt unimaginably bruised and swollen. Yet, her mind focused solely on the infant that was snuggled up on her chest, looking just as beaten and swollen as she did.

Natsu watched from the side, giving him a front row seat to a mother meeting her baby for the first time and by god, did she look good like it. In fact, Lucy had never looked more stunning in his eyes, after everything she’d been through, the ability to now seem so calm as she stroked her new baby’s cheek was deserving of admiration in itself. She’d been so brave and so strong, having pushed through the excruciating pain that came with birthing a baby, along with the exhaustion that’d left her feeling weak and fragile.

He moved closer, coming to sit next to her and lean himself against her still sweaty forehead and smiled down at the little creation him and Lucy had created together. An overwhelming sense of pride and joy came over him and tears entered his eyes as he bent to place a kiss atop her head.

“Look what you’ve done, Lucy, you were incredible!” She heard him say, bringing her somewhat out of her trance and back into the room again. Tearing her gaze away from the little one enjoying the warmth of her skin and glanced up at the dragon slayer, smiling brightly at him.

“You mean what we did, Natsu. I couldn’t have got through that without you.” She admitted, her voice airy and teeming with sleep as she reached up to his cheek to caress it softly.

Entwining his fingers with hers, he leaned in to her palm, an enormous grin taking over his features, causing a few tears to spill over down his cheeks. He knew Lucy would be resilient, full of determination even when she felt like giving up and in the end, she’d brought their baby safely into the world, something he’d be forever grateful for.

“Do you want to hold her?” She asked him and he looked startled for a moment, but quickly overcome it and jumped at the chance to hold his baby daughter. Gently taking her from her mothers arms, he sat back in his seat next to the bed, holding the baby girl with his strong arms, totally mesmerised by how beautiful she was.

She had puffy cheeks and was still covered in strange fluids and blood, but that didn’t take away from the happiness he felt as he stared at the only other girl in his life that he could ever love as much as he loved Lucy. When she opened her eyes to take a look at her new surroundings, she stared deeply into her fathers enamoured features, seeming entranced by the man that could do nothing but smile down at her familiar tuft of pink hair and large, twinkling brown eyes, bringing her up to kiss her soft cheek.

“Thank you, Lucy.” He squeezed their still tangled fingers and looked up to her, noticing the glow of Wendy’s magic as she began to heal the weary celestial mage, making her more comfortable and ready for sleep. “I love you, so much.”

Managing a small smile back, the girl finally succumbed to the tiredness, “I love you too… Natsu.” She drifted off at the end, her body spent.

The last image to go through her mind was the sight of her beloved dragon slayer sat next to her, holding her hand whilst cradling their newborn in his arms, the look of pure elation as he became acquainted with the little girl.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! :)

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