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pizzaapeteer · 5 months

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Pairings Mattheo Riddle x Fem Reader Summary After finding the reader left tied up by his sister, Mattheo decides to take the opportunity to have his own fun. Warnings: Restraints, oral (fem receiving) Word count 1400 a/n: Hello! This came to me in a dream lol, and just a heads up that this is my first ever smut fic.

You thrash in the sheets, writhing impatiently awaiting the return of your keeper. Your arms bound tightly to the bed by the metal handcuffs, keeping you from chasing after her. Leaning back, your head rests on the metal headboard, it felt like hours since you had been laying here. This was pathetic, here you were trapped after moments of torturous edging. Waiting, craving for a release; physically and mentally. The push of the door creaks, and your head tilts in anticipation. Mattheo emerges, wondering in, he stops in his tracks as he spots you. He'd only planned to nip in and return something to his sister, but the sight of you made his body run hot. Jaw clenching, his eyes trail up your exposed legs, swallowing as he takes in your lingerie covered figure. He inhales sharply, blood rushing straight to his groin, he whispers under his breath, "Fuck". He had always wanted to fuck you, but his sister had gotten there first. Yet here you were, tied up in a vulnerable oh-so tempting position. At the appearance of Mattheo, you stifled a groan, not too excited to see the other Riddle. Despite the unfortunate turn of events, it didn't hurt to ask if he could release you from your binds. "Little help?" you say head tilting towards the handcuffs. His eyes raise from you to your hands bound, a smirk spreading at the predicament you were in. You didn't feel embarrassed or shy under his gaze, rather impatient as you question his growing intent. You sigh at his amble approach towards you taking his sweet time. Hoping to persuade and hasten his movements, you look at him with puppy eyes, "Please".

He stares at your frustrated state, enthralled by the way you beg for him. His mind wells over the options, a mischievous smile graces his face as he shakes his head. He lets out a chuckled huff, "What and release you from such a compromising position." He clicks his tongue, his figure hovering over you "I don't think so".

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, not interested in whatever he's planning. Your body jolts abruptly, his hands on your skin tingles under his touch. He traces your hanging arms, goosebumps growing on your sensitive skin. His fingers roam further, across your collarbones and brush the tops of your breasts. Your breath hitches at the intimate caresses, his fingers nimbly unclasp the latch at the front of your bra. "Mattheo, what are you doing?" your voice croaks huskily. He settles himself beside your body, his hands push away the lace revealing the soft swells of your breasts. Your soft peaks harden at their exposure to the cool air. He bites his lips, grinning as he replies, "What I've always wanted to do.” His nimble fingers trace around the exterior of your nipple, extracting a loud whimper from you as you pull at the restraints. His eyes fall to your powerless state, admiring the way your lips part, aching for his touch. Your body craved to be touched in the absence of your former companion, melting into his.

"So, fucking pretty," he hums, pinching your hardened bud between his finger and thumb, revelling in your cry. His hands momentarily stop, spreading your legs apart as he repositions himself between them. A devilish smile braces his face before he dips his head, planting wet, ravenous kisses across your bust. His hands reach cupping, squeezing, the soft flesh. The sensation overwhelming you, his mouth devouring your nipple, making your head fall back. Your mind spins, your desperation growing, yearning for more as your pussy throbbed.

"Mattheo," you whimper, your eyes pleading. His grip tightens on your body, at the neediness in your voice. Power surges through him at your vulnerable state. He licks his lips, subsiding a groan at your flushed face "Tell me sweetheart, what do you want?". His cock jerks, pushing up against the constraints of his pants, the urgency growing to bury himself in the folds of your wet pussy. But he knows you won't be able to hold out till then. He cocks an eyebrow, awaiting a response, your neediness fueling him. You bite your lip to restrain the whimper, trying to conceal how defenceless you feel. "I want to cum," you state simply. Your body quivering in excitement at the possibility of finally climaxing. He ponders your answer thoughtfully, giving in with an eager smile. The temptations of being in control of your unravelling rouses him. Retreating back, his hands travel down your sides stopping to hook his fingers onto your underwear. His eyes never break from yours, your chest tightening at his deliberately slow pace of removing your underwear. You huff in annoyance, fed up with the amount of teasing you'd had today. Not by one, but two Riddles. The handcuffs cut into your skin at your relentless movements, hips bucking. His large hands hold you firmly in place, he maneuvers, immersing himself between your aching thighs. He roughly kisses your inner thighs, inching closer to your throbbing core, his hand creep up to fondle your breast. His lips sweep across your clit gently, still teasing, his head angling up to watch your chest rise and fall. He licks a long stipe up the middle of your centre, sucking it. His hands sliding around to hold your lower stomach, preventing you from bucking your hips. With his head nestled between your thighs, you admire the way his hair falls tickling your skin. It had been a long time since a boy had eaten you out, often leaving you unsatisfied. Watching Mattheo's alluring brown eyes never break contact, you thought it wasn't possible to be left unsatisfied in his hold. His skilled tongue buried deep inside your folds, lapping at your juices like a starved man.

Restlessly your hands twitch, grasping the headboard bars. You ache to fuse your hands with his dark locks, yearning to tug him closer. You worked with what you had, squeezing your thighs around his head. His firm grip ceases intention, his hands pushing your legs open; his fingers tantalizing around your heat. He clicks his tongue, his voice low with authority, "Keep those fucking legs still, sweetheart.” Without any warning, he slides two fingers inside your pussy. A deep moan erupts from within your chest, your back arches, hips threatening to rise. The sensation of his fingers leaving you feeling saturated, a feeling of attainment washing over you.

The combination of his proficient tongue on your clit and his fingers thrusting inside you, induce your high to arrive earlier than usual. Your legs twitch at every flick of his tongue against your overstimulated clit, incoherent words spilling from your mouth, your chest heaves breathlessly. His grip on you tightens as you squirm restlessly as your climate nears. Your eyes burn with bliss, and instinctively they fall shut briefly, snapping open at the harsh slap given to your pussy. "Keep those fucking eyes on me" he demands, a whimper spilling from you. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you and returns his lips sucking harshly on your clit.

In your attempt to obey him, you struggle to keep your eyes wide. Your brows furrow, holding eye contact with him, his curls brushing your skin. Mattheo's husky voice rasps, "Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” Your face flushes, heat igniting throughout every inch of your body. Your limbs contorting, back arching at the surge of your orgasm overcomes you. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck," tears well at your eyes, a breathy cry leaving your lips. "That's its baby, fuck," he praises, prompting you on. He continues to lap, watching you fall apart, capturing every drop of your sweet cum. The sounds of your whines forever etched in his mind.

Your chest heaves, heartrate accelerating, your body twitching in your aftermath of climax. Your mind submerges, sighing relishing in the freeing pleasure of your bliss. Too consumed, you go unaware of Mattheo cleaning himself up. You close your eyes catching your breath and hear the clang of kegs unlocking your wrists. At the unlocking of your restraints, your arms fall tiredly to your sides. You peek an eye open at Mattheo. "Thanks for that," your mouth pulling into a lazy but satisfied smile. He runs a hand through his hair, looking victorious in his own efforts. "I'll have to return the favour sometime" you add cheekily. His head quirks towards the door at the call of his name, returning his gaze to you he chuckles in response to your offer. “If you can escape the restraints of my sister.” His words dripping in hidden meanings, mockery and challenge sparkle in his eyes. “But I won’t hold back if you do”.

#mattheo riddle #mattheoriddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x fem reader #mattheo riddle x fem reader smut #slytherin boys

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readychilledwine · 5 months

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Hi Liz! I have been following you for a while now and I absolutely adore everything you write. You are incredibly talented and deserve all praise for it ❤️

I have never actually requested a story from any author simply because I will devour almost any content by fanfic authors and truthfully it makes me feel a little greedy and I never want anyone to feel forced to write anything. However, I have had this idea since I read one of your stories and I feel like no one else would be able to do it justice like you would.

Essentially, the reader is the youngest Archeron sister and is mated to Azriel (mating bond has been accepted and they have been together for a couple of months now) but she is inexperienced (her first time was with Azriel) and Nesta has been giving her some of her hard core smutty books and now the reader wants to explore some kinks with Azriel (somnophilia, cock warming, wing play, bondage) but she’s embarrassed to bring up the conversation with him. Anyway, she eventually has that conversation with Azriel (he’s all too happy about it because no one can tell me this male doesn’t have a corruption kink) and smut ensues.

First of all, thank you for the endless compliments 💜💜 I'm so excited you're here and have welcomed me into your world for entertainment purposes.

Second of all, I could NEVER deny an Azriel corruption kink fic.

Breathe

Summary - A year of sexual exploration hasn't even began to touch the things Azriel would like to do to you.

Warnings - throat fucking, breath play, references to knife play, auralism, jealous Rhys and cassian at the end, mentions of other explored kinks and sexual senerios

Azriel pushed his fingers further unto your throat, his shadows forcing your hair back as he held your book in his free hand.

“I've been wondering why you've been sending me wave after wave of arousal all day,” he rose a brow a passage involving the male character using a knife to pleasure the female main. “Is this what my pretty little mate reads when I'm away? Her big sister's smut novels?”

He watched as you gagged, drool and spit coming to the corner of your mouth as you struggled to breathe and looked up at him doe eyed. “Want me to fuck you with Truth Teller, mate? Does the thought of coming on a deadly weapon soak your little lace panties?” He chuckled darkly. Mocking your inability to answer.

“You're trained better than this, slut. You know to answer me when I ask you a question.” You whined around his fingers. You could feel the tension in his body, feel his need for stress relief.

The two of you had just began exploring physically together. The bond finally snapped after your 20th birthday. After the Mortal queen and the deathless God had been dealt with. After Elain finally let her claws out of him long enough for him to notice you. To feel you.

He had not pushed sex, knowing from Nesta you were the only one of the 4 of you to hold onto that seemingly special thing so tightly. It had taken a year for you to spread those pretty thighs and let him take you, but after that, you fucked like rabbits. Trying every dirty thing and kink your mind wanted to explore.

Azriel had allowed you to dominate him, whining as you rode his cock and denied him orgasm after orgasm, fingers dancing his scarred wings.

He had tied you from the ceiling his dungeon, harnessed up like a swing and fucked you to sweet oblivion.

He had taken every tight hole, came anywhere he could. Marked you in his scent and musk more times than you two could count.

But you were still his sweet innocent girl.

His little untouched angel exploring your sexuality and urges like an animal in heat sometimes. Your recent needs were punishment. You liked him hurting you, dominating you, watching as you cried. You liked breath play lately, hence his fingers sinking deeper as you struggled, black beginning to form in your eyes until he took those fingers out and slapped you.

“Need you to suck my cock, princess,” he began unlacing his leathers, mind lost in the pleasure your mouth would bring him. “Open. Now.”

You obeyed, throat relaxing and mouth opening as his cock sprung free. Hard leaking and angry from weeks away from you. He pushed in without hesitation, setting a gentle pace as he tightened his grip in your hair.

“She couldn't breathe,” his deep voice began reading from the book, making you whine around his cock as he pushed it down your throat ensuring you couldn't either. “The feeling of the cold hilt in her warm walls causing her to feel wave after wave of shock and pleasure.”

He looked down at you, smirking at the sight of your flushed cheeks, at you swallowing around him as spit pooled the corners of your mouth. His eyes went back to the book. “There was something about the danger, the thrill of this deadly weapon being used to push her to the edge that had her crying out, begging and pleading for more and more as she met every thrust with her hips. Fucking herself harder and harder on her mate's weapon.”

You were aching, dripping for him, and tapped his thigh for a quick breath, watching as he pulled out and looked down at you unimpressed. You panted a few gulps of air before taking him back in your mouth and bobbing your head, hallowing your cheeks and licking each vein on his shift.

Azriel groaned loudly above you, setting the book down before his now free hand joined the other one tangled in your now messy hair. He began fucking your throat harshly. Barely allowing you moments of air as he chased his much needed high.

You could do nothing but hold on for life when he did this. When he lost control for you. He pushed all the way in, gagging you again and held you there, nose pressed against his skin. “Breathe,” he commanded in a moan. “Being such a good girl, y/n.”

Throat fucking as new to you. An unexplored territory you hadn't even considered until he had asked gently. You knew it was more for him than for you, but right now you felt this sense of power as he moaned above you, wings shuttering as his body shivered.

That power reached a deep set need in your bones, allowing you to relax and enjoy this more with a small moan. “There we go, angel,” he whispered. “Just like that for me. I'm so proud of you.” He began thrusting again, allowing you to hear his pleasure, allowing you to feel that power you had over him. “Keep breathing, baby,” his voice was almost a whimper. “Just keep breathing, I'm right there, y/n. Please honey.”

Him begging had you moaning against him, relaxing your throat further as your watched his breathing pick up, his plump lips part, his eyes scrunch.

Without warning he pushed all the way in, spilling down your throat, as a roar tore through his own. He pulled back slightly, releasing the last of his cum onto your stuck out tongue with a satisfied smile.

He kneeled down to you, shadows bringing him a notebook and pen and he wiped the small bits that hit your face off with his thumb before forcing you to suck that digit.

He flipped through the notebook, a page dedicated to each sexual act and kink you two had explored with a rating and comments from both of you before landing on the page he needed and the adjoining blank one.

“1 through 5?” He asked you gently, removing his thumb and kissing your forehead.

“3.5,” you admitted with guilt. “I only enjoyed it because you do, and it made me feel slightly in control.”

He nodded, writing your response as you two both moved to sit cross-legged from each other on the floor. “Do not feel guilty. I am just happy it ranked high enough to be in the rotation. How about the reading to you thing?”

“4 out of 5. I enjoyed it a lot when you were doing that.” Azriel jotted it down.

“And what the fuck is going on in this novel? Do you want to try knife play?”

“Only with you,” you answered.

Azriel leaned forward, kissing you gently. “It's one of my favorites. I've done it with a couple play partners. I can answer any questions you have.”

The two of you sat there, filling in a few more pages of the book you had started to keep during the beginning of your exploration a year ago, smiling at the things you've already done, going on your list of retries.

Love was free flowing down the bond, soaking the room and fabric in it's scent, filling the Riverhouse with its presence with every passing moment.

Rhys and Cassian sighed from downstairs, tapping their feet on the wooden floors as they waited for Azriel to come give them his mission report.

“This happens every fucking time,” Cassian sat down on the couch. “Is it us? Is fatherhood killing our sex drive?”

Rhys shrugged. “I don't know what's killing your sex drive, brother. Mine is fine. Hince 3 little ones. If you could figure out what's keeping theirs so... passionate, though, I'd appreciate it.”

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel x archeron!reader

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bowieandqueen11 · 7 months

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Love For You / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: I just found your ao3 account a few days ago and your writing style is excellent! Legitimately some of the most visual and evocative writing I've seen on that website, and I've been devouring your izzy hands fics since I caught up on season two! Can I request another izzy x reader post-amputation and just the reader caring for him while he's pining hard? Maybe the reader has some medical experience so they've been able to help him a little better than the rest of the crew, making sure he's taking time to heal in a difficult moment (physically as well as emotionally, god knows he needs that.) Letting him know he's loved and him realizing he hasn't...heard someone say that to him or treat him this gently in a long time

Thank you so much that's so kind of you to say, it's so lovely people finding me from AO3!! Honestly one of the best feelings, and goodness knows Izzy needs this :)

Okay so I haven't been able to watch the new season so all my knowledge is coming from Tumblr gifs and posts, so I really hope this isn't too ooc my lovely!! Anyway let's get this man some comfort!

I spent all day writing this, so all comments are much appreciated! Thank you! :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury, mentions of physical abuse, mention of smoking, kissing and some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @goodsirs.)

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Something monstrous seemed to be creeping up the shuddering walls.

No, it wasn't the stifling silence that had seemed to envelop those of Blackbeard's crew still left, hiding their heads between their legs and closing their eyes as they felt the quicksand drain out through the fingers. Nor was it the creaking organ snore of Wee John thrumming up the timber; the rest of your usually upbeat crew grew despondent as they wracked their brains together and came up with a way to save you all from imminent demise, having flopped onto their sides and fallen into fitful sleeps just before sunset. Sadly it wasn't even the feel of Lucius' finger stroking yours through the cold grates of your jail, his smile lost and forlorn as he thumped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes as well, feeling even more entrapped in himself than you did.

It was, in fact, the hard glare Izzy Hands was shooting into the side of your face. He hadn't spoken a word since Stede had left, choosing instead to let out the odd sniffle from his corner bucket and busy himself by watching you like a man possessed: like something wild, something smothering itself in the shadows to stop its howling heart from devouring the light around itself. From tearing his dagger out of his scabbard and devouring his heart himself with clawed hooks. He looked ghastly, and he looked gargantuan as the life seemed to convulse within him, leeching out and darting its tongue around the creaking wood until it filled up the room and began to fill your heart up with a hope you thought had been lost weeks ago.

He looked beautiful and proud and defeated and assured in spite of it all, and you were finally beginning to understand why Zheng Yi Sao had locked him away in this cage.

And in a way, it terrified you that this cataclysmic, lucent shadow was creeping its merry way straight for you.

The tenebrosity was quickly broken by Izzy's shining eyes gliding across the bridge of your nose to land instead on your top lip. He wasn't entirely sure why exactly he was feeling so timid. It wasn't as if Frenchie was still awake, as he was too busy hugging his free arm around the remaining muscle of Izzy's thigh and burying his head into the muscle with a soft murmur of contentment. Yet the idea of being caught leering at you like a dopey boy was enough to make him judder with embarrassment, and enough to send Frenchie's head keeling sideways so his lips were rammed up against his trousers.

Thankfully, it was exactly Frenchie's floppy head that gave away the fact that he was fast asleep, and allowed you to steal Izzy away for yourself. With a gentle lift, you were quick to replace your friend's cheek with your own hand, giving the side of Izzy's thigh a reassuring squeeze.

'You look like you're bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders', you sighed as you took in Izzy's harrowing form. It wasn't his paleness that worried you, or the redness that cracked and splintered around his irises. It was the way he was watching you, eyes trained steadily on your face for the last hour and a half, as if he were doing his best to memorise everything he could before he ran out of time. As if he would never have the chance to look at you again.

The edges of his lips curled up, and he thumped his head back against the wall. 'Me? I'm feeling fucking fantastic. Never been better. Why do you ask?'

'Well', you began as softly as you could, straining to reach the vials in your hip knapsack to retrieve some salve for the scarring that had begun to pucker around his skin. 'We are about to be executed. I guess I just wanted you to know this is a safe space to let it all out before we are. A confessional of sorts, if a little makeshift.'

He wet his bottom lip as his eyes darted down to you, confused.

You pointedly looked him in the eyes, before unscrewing the vial and dipping your pointer finger in. Making sure he didn't seem too uncomfortable, you leant forwards as innocuously as you could, trying not to startle him anymore than he already had been. With a swipe, you began to rub the herb mixture around the sore looking welts left around his cut leg, making a point to run your fingertips soothingly over the goose-bumps that began to rise at the feel of you against him.

'I wanted you to know- to know that you're always safe around your crew.' You did your best not to let your voice tremble, no matter how much your throat tried to choke you. You turned your head back down to his leg, trying to hide the fact that your mouth was crumpling in on itself.

He winced as your hand brushed against a tender point, and you ran the back of your knuckles over his skin in apology. He felt like he was burning alive: a fire blazing so furiously in the pit of his stomach he was sure it was gushing out, swinging around the room and warning everyone of his impending falter as he fell upon the crags of your fingers below. He had no idea how, in all the seas, you couldn't possibly see how ecstatically devastated he was to be sitting here with you.

He didn't mind dying. He wasn't scared of it. As long as you were there to enhalo his misty light in the end. As long as you were there to love him until his last breath. As long as, no matter what form he took, you were still enclosed around his heart.

'Who says I have anything to confess?', he glanced at you with heavy eyelashes, eyes bleary but sharp as he started straight into your soul. I don't have to confess it, he thought, it's so fucking painfully obvious.

How could he confess something so inexplicable? Something that wrapped around all of his bones, that wormed its way into parts of himself he thought long numb: long lost. How could someone ever articulate the feeling of life itself? It was insurmountable, far too transcendent, too impetuous for mortals to to unsnarl into words.

'Oh Izzy', you said, mouth falling into a frown at the way his hips reflexively bucked up at the feel of a new cream being slathered around his leg to try and numb the pain. He moaned, trying to mask the sound by clenching his fist into his mouth and biting desperately into his knuckles. One more touch, and he was about to fall apart. 'Your eyes are drowning in so many regrets I can barely see the stars in them anymore.'

He huffed out a laugh, looking at you with incredulous, wild eyes. He willed his hand to stop shaking as he let it rest, still clenched, by his quivering chin. 'Not in my eyes. You never could. That's not possible. Not me.'

'I could.' You were quick to reply. 'I always could. You're our guiding light, Israel Hands.'

Oh boy, if he wasn't devastated before he sure was now. His face fell immediately, and for a moment you felt your heart ache with a sore regret at the silvery tears that began to cloud in the crinkles of his eyes. But then he does something that surprised even you.

The way he opened his legs up was almost miniscule: too small for anyone who didn't know this man's quirks and intricacies and giveaways to notice, but a well aimed shot that sent a rush of heat prickling up your cheeks. Before he changed his mind and retreated into himself again, you were quick to scoot your backside over and come to rest far too intimately between the tightening leather of his inner thighs.

'You can't be surprised that we care about you', he started after a moment of comfortable silence, leaning the side of your head to rest gingerly on his intact leg. 'That the whole crew has always cared about you. Look, someone even got you a mop-', you gestured to his side, trying to make him laugh before the sun rises, and thankfully you succeeded.

He shook his head out as if trying to refocus himself as his chuckle died out in his chest. He didn't want to laugh right now. He wanted to focus on the weight on his leg: on the feel of your nose brushing on the length of seam running up to his groin. He blinked back heavy tears that spread along his lashes, sniffling coarsely. He probably should laugh, he thought. He should be fucking howling, spitting, going rabid at the irony that the one thing he had been yearning his whole life was lying right there on his lap, and he only had a few hours left in his pathetic life to savour it.

'How are you doing, by the way? Seriously', you jolt your head up to watch him quizzically. He did his best not to meet your eye, choosing instead to stare at the black grains above Jim's slumped head. 'After, you know, everything that happened with Ed-'

'You don't need to worry about me', he sniffed, but his hand twitched as he lifted it up to rest on his thigh, just above the top of your head. 'It's my job to worry about all of you. Not the other way round.'

'When are you going to get it through your thick skull that we want to worry about you. This isn't some kind of weird mandate or self-preservation tactic on our part Izzy. You may be a fucking idiot, but you're our fucking idiot. Let us take care of you too, like you've been looking out for us.'

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head beginning to shake furiously enough to send his stray silver locks clambering over his eyes. He was glad for their cover, so he wouldn't have to see the way you had lurched forward: the way you were pleading with him with your eyes, as you rose onto your knees and pressed your hands firmly around his waist, just where the joint of his legs met the soft squish of his tummy.

'Don't you shake your head at me. We all know you've been trying to direct Blackbeard's anger your way. We do!' You cocked your head, trying to follow his face as he squirmed in your grasp. Losing your patience, you gripped his jaw with your thumb and pointer finger, directing Izzy's widening eyes back your way. 'We do, Izzy. We know what you've been doing for us. What you've been sacrificing. And I'm sorry - I'm sorry that none of this is fair. I'm sorry that any of this happened at all.'

One. Two. You tapped your finger a third time, your fingernail swirling over the fine nuances of the holster running over his sawed leg.

It had always been your little secret: a shared confidence, between you and Izzy. One tap. Two. Three on each other's arms after battles, three taps there on your shoulder before you went down to your bunk, three fleeting touches burning at the back of his spine to let him know that you were alright: to let him know that he was alright.

You only stopped when you heard a brisk inhale: a sharp whistle that broke through your indulgent repose and made Roach roll over. Thankfully, a moment later, the cook's arm was splayed out across the floor again, and his leg kicked out backwards with a swift jolt up poor Button's behind. Izzy, though. Izzy, despite the surprising tenderness of the moment, was almost smouldering. The muscle by the side of his femur began to writhe underneath just the point of your fingertip, the feeling of just your warmth making him feel too feeble. Too needy to even control the rest of his body; he desperately tried to reach out a hand to shove your shoulder back and push you away, but his mind was too busy swimming with the concentration of trying to remember how to inhale.

The sharp breaths he dragged in painfully were starting to worry you, as were the wracks of his spine as he seemed to writhe backwards and forwards, back arching off the wall before collapsing back down on itself painfully again.

He felt your hand clench around his back, guiding him to sit still again. You were close, far too close - your noses almost touching, as you took a risk and used your free hand to slowly.... god, so fucking slowly he felt like he was going to split in half. He looked like a wounded animal: something terrified of being hurt as his eyes stayed trained on your approaching fingers, face wary until your fingertips touched his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

And then he felt that warmth. That warmth against the shell of his ear. He bit down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, and for once, he was glad for the taste. It was comforting. Familiar. Deserved. He wasn't one for the fucking heartache of tenderness. And god, how his heart ached.

'Come on,' you nestled yourself between his legs again and perched your elbow up on his left leg. 'People must have cared about you before. Might as well get it all out in the open. Be honest with each other now.'

He paused, before the stubbornness wormed its way in again. 'No, they haven't-'

'Well, what about your parents? Your parents must have been kind. Besides, the crew obviously cares about you. I obviously care about you. Stop being so pig-headed.''

He startled you with a laugh: he seemed to choke on it, his teeth baring as he barked it out, yet he still couldn't seem to look at you quite yet. That's alright. You had an eternity left in these few hours.

Kindness?

He couldn't remember a time before joining Stede's crew that he had ever felt such a thing, let alone let it fester in the crevices of his ribcage until he felt the dreaded thing was going to claw its way out. Perhaps, if he let himself fester in the silence for a moment, an image of his mother would squirm its way out of his long repressed memories. Clawing and scratching and digging her pointed nails to dig her way out. No, his mother had never offered him a jot of comfort. She could stay buried in that coffin he had stuffed her down into, instead of rotting inside of him. He had enough barnacles to scrape off his body as it was.

It wasn't as if he had any surprisingly sweet memories of his life before. His mother had never been one for grace: her words always bit at his brain like a frenzied tempest, his actions never good enough. Once, when he was six years old, he had tottered up before the sun rose and followed his older brother down to the docks, trying to please his mother. Even so young, he had spent most of his years yearning to be seen as anything but the 'nuisance' or 'pest' his mother used to spit at his feet, and yearned to return with a line full of fish to please her. To help her with the chores that she always yammered his father had left her to rot with. Had left him. That he rotted away her youth. When he came slinking into the doorway, a nervous smile twitching at his ruddy cheeks, his mother had taken one look at the muddy, damp fringes of his trousers and had slapped him clean across the face for his troubles.

Another part of him remembered her warmth. The same that radiated off your palm as you spread your fingers across his knee; the way she would sometimes scutter into his bed at night, and he could smell the harsh sting of alcohol on her breath as she curled up and hugged him close against her chest. Of the way she would sometimes let him sit on her knee once the three of them had returned home after service, and she would brush back his growing hair and he would curl himself up to chase the stray ray of sunlight that glowed against her neck.

It had left him a Gordian mess of a man. Simultaneously spending his life seeking any kind of validation, any kind of affection, while his stubborn self-preservation did its best to push everyone away.And yet here you came, watching him with those sweet, sad eyes. Swinging the sword to undo him.

'I don't remember much about them', he replied curtly, but not unkindly. 'My father left us when I was young. I was... mainly left to my own devices.'

You nod slowly, letting his words thinking in. Letting the misery drenching every seething heave of his tongue wash over your head. 'Well', you began to rub your thumb in circles against his trousers, 'at least you have us here now. One good thing to add to the pile.'

There we go. The knot's slowly being undone.

You tried to smile, but the intensity of his gaze falling on you again unsettled you.

'You're right.' His voice was far too earnest for his own good. 'I have had one good thing in my life. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.'

You nearly jolted when you felt his hand smack down on top of yours. He had closed his eyes to try and hide himself from his discomfort, but his gloved fingers still slid between yours and squeezed despite himself. Once he was assured they were firmly intertwined: his own grasping tight enough to bust the leather at the stitching, he dared himself to finish his train of thought before he lost his nerve.

'I do... I do care about the crew. None of this was their fault, and they shouldn't have been fucking blamed for it. But I- I, I care about someone else far more than all of this twatty lot put together.'

It's a whisper into the darkness. A despairing yell of defiance against the solitude. A smothered light, long lingering and far longer forgotten. A spark of hope against the threat of ruination. It was a silver tear, glinting like starlight against his iris and falling with a content plop onto the back of your hand.

'I-I-', he stuttered out, clenching his teeth as he wills himself not to cry. 'I-'

The words refused to unlatch from his throat. Luckily, you were adept enough to notice the longing that drew a sad ache across his face.

'Izzy, I-'

'Let me finish', he stumbled out, his whole face now contorting as he struggled with the weight of it all. His bottom lip began to wobble against his will, face falling in on itself.

'I have-I have... love. For you. 'What I'm trying to say is'-, he shakes his head, chiding himself.

'Izzy, I know, it's alright. I know. I understand.' You grabbed tighter onto the back of your hand, enveloping it with your free one until his stopped shaking, begging him to realise you could see him.

'No-. No. If I don't say it now, I'm worried I never will.'

'Take your time, take your time. We have all the time in the world'. A sob finally gasped out from Izzy, chest heaving as he felt you draw his hands up towards your mouth. Still safe. Still warm. Still firmly cupped between your own, but the feel of your lips brushing against his knuckles was enough to send him reeling. The gentle peck that followed, though, was enough to finally let him break free.

A tentative finger reached out, checking for any signs of repulsion before landing awkwardly to point into the blade of your shoulder. He seemed to freeze: immobile marble frozen in fear as he seemed unaware as to what to next. After a few wary blinks, he clumsily spent a few seconds trying to manoeuvre the rest of his arm to cross across your back, before tugging your torso to lean closer towards him.

For a moment, it finally seems as if the world has skittered upright on his axis again. It felt normal. It felt right, feeling him grow comfortable with affection again as he melted, for the second time that week, into your hug. For his sake, as he burrowed his head into the pulse point of your neck until his stubble began to tickle your collar bone, you pretended not to hear the maimed whimpers that struggled past his closed lips.

The only time he moved was to raise his head up towards your nose, bumping it playfully against the tip of your own. Then another graze. A rub, and then another one, his eyes the whole time languidly drawn down to stare at your cupid's bow, until he slowly brought himself down to breathe unsteadily against your mouth. After a final moment of contemplation, he blinked placidly before closing his eyes and tilting his head to close the miniscule distance between the two of you.

His jaw was tense as you ran your finger down it, so busy trying to commit to his memory the pressure of your lips against his bottom one that he was forgetting to breath. But he didn't pull away. In fact, his hand clamped around your neck, digging almost painfully into your back as he stumblingly latched onto you, forcing himself further against your opening mouth. His hand found solace by cupping the back of your skull, chest squeezed against your breasts as he opened his lips and almost devoured you whole.

A loud 'awww!' erupted from your side, making the two of you jolt apart. The only problem was, Izzy's bottom lip had been rather firmly attached to yours. This meant that as you drew back, Izzy, in his stubborn unwillingness to let you go, let his bottom lip drag down along your inner mouth until a line of saliva connected your bottom lips, which only made the person the other side of the brig giggle even louder.

'You guys are cute', Black Pete yawned with a wakening stretch.

'Yes!', Roach chimed in as he teddy bear rolled his lanky legs round in front of him. 'I swear!', he continues, ostentatiously wiping his finger underneath his eye, 'I must be crying! I'm two seconds away from going up there and commencing our escape myself.'

With a tilt of your head that hit Izzy's chin, you looked at the cook incredulously. Izzy only gazed down at you past the crook of his nose, wonderstruck as the he let the words wash over his head.

'You. You really think you can take on all those very competent pirates up there.'

'Of course!'

'You cried for twenty minutes earlier about soup!'

Roach waved his hand unconvincingly in front of his face. 'Broth, it was broth! But I'm great with knives, remember! I have one hidden in my underwear right now!'

'Why... why is it in your underwear?', Oluwande piped in as he rested his head on the side of a barrel.

'Yeah, you weren't captured', Archie added, shuffling her own head off Jim's shoulder to look out past the bars. 'Why isn't it, I don't know, in your pocket or something.'

Even though Roach has opened his mouth to answer, his train of thought is broken by the tired grumble of another one of your friends. 'I hate to admit it, but that was actually very sweet', Lucius chimed in, twisting his lips into a shit-eating grin as he eyed the both of you up, another cigarette now firmly tucked in and freshly lit between his fingers as he took a drag.

'Is everyone on this fucking boat awake?!', Izzy cried, wrapping a hand protectively around your shoulder joint.

You snorted, burying your head protectively against the soft skin of his bellybutton. The sound of the crew beginning to argue with an increasingly impatient Izzy was like music to your ears; the monster was beginning to retreat.

No longer did it hang and shake and pierce the walls with its talons until it bled umbras. It retreated: chased away by the comely love of your crew. Of your family. Of the man who held you protectively against him, blinding you with his tender love.

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Wants And Needs.

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Summary: Sebastian discovers your choice of reading material is rather lewd and proposes a proposition.

BE AWARE: NSFW, ALL CHARATCTERS ARE 18+

This will be a 5-6 part FWB to lovers fic. Pining, oral s*x, first time, Sebastian is a switch and so is MC, slight breeding kink, many more.

I already have most of it written I just need to edit it.

The mottled stone of the courtyard widow you sit on leaves small imprintations on the skin on your legs as you sit reading the latest book you've managed to snag last time you were in the restricted section.

Recently, you have successfully figured out a way to read your explicit reading material in public by spooning the smaller book inside a slightly larger book to give the appearance that you're reading a potions textbook. You check the time and go back to your reading.

An hour goes by before you hear footsteps approach me and your eyes wander up to see Sebastian leaning against the stone some two feet ahead of me. You can’t help but internally fawn over him and his bare forearms, veins skirt from his dexterous looking hands, up dissappearing under the rolled up shirt sleeves. He’s filled out since last year, taller and broader than he used to be. seemingly outgrown wearing his robes all the time like he did in their fifth year, opting for the white button down and that bloody green tie that had been in too many of your dreams lately. A warm churning In your lower belly makes her breath hitch as he lazily smirks at me, his eyes zero in on the potions textbook.

“How was brewing liquid luck this afternoon.” he says with a playful smile, taking a step towards you.

“Fine.” you says, tensing slightly. If he moved any closer, there would be nothing stopping him from seeing the raunchy book you were currently devouring.

“Do you think I've never never hidden a book in another book before?” he says with a slight chuckle, uncrossing his arms and reaching over to pluck the book from inside the red potions textbook before you can stop him.

“Hey!” you squeak out in horror as his fingers deftly skim through the book, reading pages here and there, his mouth falling open, along with a slight raise of his thick eyebrows.

His eyebrows raise, and he looks back at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"What is this, It's a little raunchy..." *He chuckles as he continues to read through the book.…Did you steal this from the restricted section?” he asks, his eyes still roving the words every 20 or so pages.

Is that a faint blush on his cheeks as well?

He flips the book over to glance at the cover before finally looking back at you.

"Go ahead, make fun of me." You say trying to grab the book back. Your cheeks are wildly red.

Sebastian chuckles again, flipping through the pages. The more he reads the more apparent the blushes is that's spreading over his cheeks.

"This is like.. really raunchy. Oh, wow!" He says as he continues reading, deftly avoiding your attempts to retrieve the book.

He continues to read, his eyes skimming down the pages as he looks through your book.

"I was just-..." you start to say something and quickly realize you may shove your more in your mouth than it already was if you keep rambling without thinking.

Sebastian chuckles once again, tapping you on the back and turning the pages a little bit to the next chapter.

"Just what?" He queries with a mock innocent tone.

He turns the pages slower and then to your horror, starts to read it aloud, grinning wildly.

“Their lips battled for dominance as he slid his hand up her thigh. “I need You inside me, Geoff!” He reads mockingly.

"Oh my god." You says in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands and he chuckles a bit before glancing at you once more, the wild grin drops from his face into a more serious one and his eyes seems to darken as if he's had a sudden thought.

"I must admit, this stuff is pretty stirring." Sebastian says in a lower voice, his cheeks are a blazing bright red.

Suddenly you are wishing you had something to drink as he takes a step towards you. The tow of you are in a lower deserted area of the courtyard and there's no one else around as his eyes drag over your face as if trying to gauge your reaction.

"This actually seems kinda... fun, you know." He says taking another step towards you. He's so close you can smell him, like sundried laundry, coffee and a small hint of the cologne he usually wears, mostly worn off now that the sun was beginning to dip behind the hills.

It was intoxicating and entirely to blame for the loss of your normal brain function as he leaned a forearm against the wall slightly over your head.

"How do you mean?" You asks, your brows furrowed as you watch him set the book down on the stone.

Sebastian shrugs slightly.

"Haven't you ever been curious about this stuff?" He says, his face reddens more.

"Wanted to try anything, see if it feels as good as they make it out to be?" His voice is low and surprisingly vulnerable sounding.

"I suppose I have..." you trail off, finally unable to bear his gaze any longer and angle your eyes at a crack in the stone on the ground.

"You know...we could..try some of it. If you wanted..." He trails off, his hand reached up to ghost over your lips before gently angling your chin back to look at him.

your entire body is hot at the thought. "With you?" You ask.

"I mean, we're close, right? Best friends." His eyebrows raise as he continues to look at you.

You nod, your throat is feeling drier than ever.

This was not a good idea.

Your deeply buried feelings for the Slytherin were making a reappearance and your lips were not listening to your brain.

His smiles softly at you, it's important to note that this is a smile and not a grin.

Sebastian Sallow grins much much more than he smiles. You've learned this over the course of your time knowing each other and have been graced with several of his smiles.

“Yes?..." *He asks. The muscles of his chest brush lightly against the swell of your breasts and the feeling shoots like and electrical charge right down to the spot between your legs. "We could start right now...if you'd like." He murmurs against your cheek as his frame hunches slightly to reach his large hand down to the hem of your dress before sliding it up your thigh, using the clip of your stocking to hook your leg higher on him.

"Yes." You say trying to make your response sound a little bit more dignified that the strangled whimper that tries to fall from your lips.

His lips are on yours before you can register anything else and you unconsciously grind your hips against his causing a delicious groan to reverberate from his throat.

"We could try everything in this book." He murmurs against your lips. "But first, I want to try something I've heard about."

PART 2

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whorediaries-09 · 3 months

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girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders era #sirius black thoughts #sirius black x oc #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanart #sirius being sirius #sirius black fluff #sirius black angst #fanfiction #james & peter & remus & sirius

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sugar-omi · 11 months

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Hi! Your writing is amazing and makes my day every time I see you post. Could I request Cove while trying for a baby with a female MC? He’s so sweet and emotional I can totally imagine it would be equal parts super fluffy/adorable and spicy/hot Thank you! ✨

omg ty thats so nice of you to say!!! also tysm for this rq, i've been waiting for someone to ask smth like this bc i was worried i was the only one thinkin shit like this!!! also i think this is a bit more horny than fluffy, which is why i tried to make up for it w lots of kisses from cove LOL but ykw.. i feel like a part 2 wouldnt be so bad either 👀

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/nb readers, after step 4/wedding dlc, buff cove lol, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cove w oral fixation(? a bit implied), cunnilingus, cove "uses" a nickname that you can "insert" bc i can but also cant see him using pet names, + he calls u good girl, "multiple choice" dialogue (just read 1 of the colored text "options" than continue w the rest of the fic, theres no links or anything <3)

synopsis : you and cove try for a baby.

cove tries to be calm.

and he is! after a bit of panic of course, caused by his worries but excitement for fatherhood but also you want him to.. to... oh god he's too embarrassed to think about it, from finally deciding to have a baby the only natural next emotion is calm! he is cooler than a cucumber!

but now you're laid out under him, as beautiful as ever, and even after years of being together cove can't get enough of you; especially when you're so sweet to have like this.

"cove.." your gasp drug cove out of his daze.

you reach up and cup his face, cove leaning into your touch. "y/n.." he kisses your wrist.

"what're you thinking about?"

cove flushes. there's no way he could tell you exactly what he was thinking, saying that he found the idea of coming inside was totally different from thinking it and he was not ready to that something clicked in him when you finally talked about being ready for a baby...

"you.. just- just you, and how lucky i am." cove decided to distract you by kissing down your neck, leaving a new mark under your ear. thankfully it worked, although maybe you just gave it up because you already know what's going through his head.

he starts working his way down your body, and you fall back on the pillows and let cove treat himself to your cunt.

cove tossed your panties somewhere beyond the bed, his days of nervously folding your panties over. and he latches onto your thighs, sucking more marks into your skin and his fingers lovingly work your clit.

"cove.. i wan' more..." you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the strands. wordlessly he moves on to your twitchy core, his tongue slipping inside and lapping up your slick.

cove's boisterous ministrations has you grinding against his face, gasping as he works your sensitive clit and adds a couple fingers to the mix, speeding up the process so he can be inside you.

cove hopes you don't see him grinding against the mattress.

he sits up, his fingers spreading you open easily. while you're panting dozily, cove's fingers abandons your cunt so he can grab the lube from the bedside.

"habit.." cove laughs it off sheepishly.

he instinctually reaches for a condom, but realizes and a wave of heat rushes over him. you won't be needing those for awhile...

cove meets your hooded gaze, a knowing look in your eyes.

you grin, full of mischief. "guess we're gonna have to break it."

cove growls lowly, slapping a hand over his eyes. it does nothing to hide his blush and he curses himself when his cock twitches against his leg.

deciding to come out of hiding, cove peers at you from over his nose and you feel your own heart pick up sped at the stark look of his eyes. something about cove seems like he could devour you, but when he leans down to kiss you so tenderly you think otherwise.

cove poured the lube over his hand, coating his length and he hisses at the heat between his hand and cock. hazily cove thinks that this is the hardest he's been since he was a clumsy teenager.

cove captures you in another loving kiss, wanting to be close to you as he sinks inside.

this is your first time going without a condom, being connected like this has both of you holding onto each other, your nails scratching down his shoulder at the new but welcomed sensation.

this isn't the first time you and cove have done it unprotected, but it has been awhile so you both can't help but pull the other person closer, needing more.

cove buries his face in your shoulder, shaking from how wet and hot you are inside like this. he can feel the way your gummy walls flex around him and he pulls his hips back- the whine that comes out of your taut throat has cove closing his eyes and taking in your every sound as he moves so slowly, so sensually but so lovingly when he grinds his hips into yours.

finally, he finds the strength to remove himself from your shoulder, needing to see your face in ecstasy.

cove looked down at your own blissed out face, and if he could see his own face he'd notice that his own face his flushed and if it was possible, his pupils would turn into hearts from how lost in pleasure and love for you he's in.

he situates his hands on your hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing affectionate circles into your skin.

"ah- cove, cove.. please move." you reach for him, intertwining one of his hands with your own.

he gives a kiss to the back of your hand, and when he rears back his hips to start a rough pace, if you could you'd think that the kiss was an apology for the way he's using your cunt.

cove's grip on your hand and hip is solid, it grounds you and the only thing you can think of is how deliciously cove is fucking you, his cock brushing and bumping against the sensitive and deepest parts of your insides.

you whine loudly and can't help but throw your head back because it's like he's going faster and when your eyes return from their trip to the back of your head, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of your husband/boyfriend.

and it's self explanatory why you're more aroused than a just moment ago; cove's hair is mused from all your tugging, and his glasses are long abandoned so that way he can see the way his cock pumps in and out of your cunt and the creamy ring around the base of his dick.

"ah- i love you. y-you're so beautiful..." cove soothes you, kissing your cheek.

"i- oh fuck right there!" your nails run down his chest, cove is going to be a mural of hickeys and scratches. "i love you too, ahh- cove!"

cove lets go of your hand in favor of your clit, already knowing your body well enough to know when you're going to cum.

"fuck... that's it, y/n, cum for me."

"hah, cove! f-finish with me, please. want- want..." you pant, hazy and driven to babbling from the way cove has worked you up all night.

"i know n/n, cum with me. that's it, good girl." cove leans down to kiss you.

tangled in a passionate kiss, your moans blend together as you finish. cove grinds his hips into you, his cock rubbing the deepest part of your insides and painting them white.

he falls into your shoulder, panting and planting a kiss there.

cove gets up, realizing you don't need a wall of muscle crushing you.

"y/n..."

he starts to pull out, and cove has another revelation that he did not think this through...

his cum is leaking from your spent hole, more cum pushing out with every squeeze of your insides, still twitchy from your orgasm.

"yes cove?"

cove swallows, meeting your eyes and he feels embarrassed that you already know what he's going to say. and that you clearly know how much this is turning him on.

"one.. one more round? i'll be more gentle, i just uh.."

you put your ankle on cove's shoulder. "cove, fuck me again."

cove tenses up, this is gonna end up being a long night...

#cove holden #our life: beginnings & always #smut #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove holden smut #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc #cove holden x mc smut

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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♥CW: None. Pure fluff. Gender neutral reader.

♥AN: I've been wanting to start writing for Shigaraki so here's something small to start. I love mothman Shiggy fics and I had a cute idea, so here's my little contribution.

♥WC: 1,004

This is getting annoying and you’re fed up.

Every time you open your closet, you find your favorite sweaters filled with new holes. How is this even happening? These sweaters are useless in the frigid winter when they are filled with holes. The holes are big too, and there’s only one thing that you can think would have wrecked such havoc on your wardrobe.

You must have a moth infestation.

After buying some moth balls from the local supermarket, you make your way to the closet that night before bed. This should get rid of those pesky moths, you think to yourself.

Opening the closet, you are shocked by the sight before you.

A man with giant wings has your sweater sleeve in his mouth.

His wings are black and white, with an iridescent sheen that lays atop a delicate pattern. Feathery antennae stick out of his shoulder length, white hair. He has a fluffy white ruff around his neck, matching his hair. Ruby red eyes stare back at you with a frown.

With a squeal you throw the mothballs at him.

He hisses, showing off his fangs in an attempt to scare you away. The scent wafting off the mothballs irritate him, so he simply picks them up and throws them back at you. Returning back to his meal.

“Stop it!” you shout, snatching your favorite sweater from his grasp, “This is my favorite sweater!” You’re more concerned about saving your sweater than you are about the literal mothman in your closet.

He squints his eyes at you, “Hungry,” he growls.

Getting a better look at him, he does seem sickly. Very thin and pale, with scars scattered across his skin. He’s wearing tattered pants and no shirt, the sight of his ribs show you just how hungry he is.

You start to feel bad for the poor creature, not enough to sacrifice your sweaters though. “Stay here, I’ll get you some food.”

He waits patiently while you go to the kitchen to fetch him something to eat. He has sharp teeth so you assume he eats meat, grabbing a raw chuck roast from your fridge. Bringing it back to your room on a plate.

“Here,” you sit across from him, offering him the plate. “You can eat this.”

He crawls towards you, cautiously approaching. Sniffing the meal you hold out to him.

With a single, swift motion, he lunges forward. Pushing the plate aside and latching his fangs on the bottom edge of the sweater you’re wearing.

“No! Stop it, my clothes aren’t food!” You protest, pushing his head away from you. But he doesn’t budge no matter how much you try to push him away. It’s obvious that his strength is far beyond that of a human.

He chews at your sweater with urgency, like he hasn’t eaten in ages. And he’s shivering too. It’s the middle of winter and the poor thing doesn’t have any proper way to stay warm. Maybe that's how he ended up in your home, he was looking for a warm place to stay through the winter.

You sigh and stop trying to push him off of you. He’s just hungry after all and you can always buy new clothes. Bringing your hand up to the ruff of his neck, you gently pet his soft fur, “Fine, you can have the sweater.”

He purrs sweetly in response, laying his head in your lap as he continues to eat away at the fabric. You stroke his fur, admiring his beauty for the next hour. Until he’s traveled up your body, and down your arms, devouring every strand of the sweater you were wearing.

The mothman licks his lips in satisfaction, sniffing around your chest to make sure he got it all, before turning around to leave. Figuring that he has overstayed his welcome. Quite embarrassed that he had just savagely devoured your sweater, unable to control himself due to the fact that he hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks.

“Wait!” you reach out to him, “Please stay… at least through the winter. You’ll be safe here.” For some reason, you feel sympathy for him. Yeah he was eating your clothes, but he was only trying to survive.

Why are you inviting him to stay? You should be screaming in fear like the other humans do when they see him. But you’re different… the first person to show him a hint of kindness. He can’t turn you down even if he wanted to, his chances of surviving such a harsh winter will be slim without a warm shelter.

Seeing that he’s not quite convinced, you quickly put on a t-shirt and scurry over to your bed. Holding the blankets open for him to join you. The warmth of your bed beckons him. He can’t remember the last time he had a warm, safe place to sleep. Following his instincts, he slips under the covers with you. Nuzzling up to your chest, purring as you roll your fingers through his white hair.

Surely you must have a death wish, allowing a deadly mothman to huddle up with you for warmth. But you don’t care. So far he’s only shown interest in harming your clothes, so as far as you’re concerned, he won’t harm you.

His tense muscles relax in your touch, wrapping his arms around you with a relaxed sigh. Trying to convince himself that he’s only doing this to warm himself up, no other reason besides that.

“Tomura… my name is Tomura,” he mumbles. Thinking it rude that he hasn’t introduced himself yet, he doesn’t want you to think he’s some wild animal with no manners.

“What a pretty name. My name is Y/N… you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, Tomura,” you say sweetly.

“We’ll see…” he grumbles. Burying his face into your chest to hide the blush forming across his cheeks.

He’s so comfy here with you, that he might just consider staying through the entire winter. And you wouldn’t mind one bit.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki #mothman x reader #mothman shigaraki #mothura #mha shigaraki #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

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stedefxckingbonnet · 6 months

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So this is gonna be entirely too much info but like. I've fallen into reading your reader x Izzy fics and I LOVE them! I've been going through a hard time with it getting to Christmas and having no family, and the Izzy fics just make me feel lighter. So mostly just thank you thank you thank you!

Now the cheeky bit - is there any way we could get a Male reader x Izzy with a pride and prejudice element. My friend said something about Con O'Neil as Mr Darcy and I damn near swooned. Either like a Colin Firth wet white shirt scene or like anything like the Matthew Macfayden Darcy (The hands! The sopping wet pathetic man!)

If not, that's more than okay! I still love your work so much! And again, thank you so much for it!

Hi, anon! First of all, I completely understand how rough the holidays can be, especially without family around. My heart is truly with you during these times and I hope you can still find joy, peace, and love this winter. If you ever need anything, I am always in your corner. I know I'm just a random writer on Tumblr but I truly do care for you, each and every one of you, for that matter! I'm happy I could even bring you a sliver of joy with my work. Thank you endlessly for reading, and I am sending an abundance of my love your way <3 feel free to message me if you'd like, I'd love to be your friend! My messages are always open, everyone! But if not, that's okay too. I'm just happy to share this with you!

Anyhow, I absolutely lit up at this request—I love Pride & Prejudice! OFMD and P&P intertwining is honestly heavenly, I got so excited to write this that I put a pin on another x reader I was writing (never fear! You will all get this one by the end of the week if finals don't absolutely drain me!). This one is reminiscent of Pride & Prejudice and the vibes it emits, but more so, my own spin on it, as well as twists and turns. Like, Izzy honestly exhibits more of a Lizzie in this one but it's also very clear his actions parallel Darcy. I really, truly hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Lastly, speaking of the holidays, I'm thinking of writing some holiday headcanons for Izzy or a few x readers regarding the holidays with Izzy! So stay tuned for that! Thank you everyone for your everlasting kind words, understanding, patience, and encouragement with my slight delay with writing in the past week.

My Gem | Izzy x Male Reader

Warnings: slight angst, some strong language, slight enemies to lovers, not so in depth research of 1700's aristocracy (even though I'm a damn dramaturg, but we'll look past that for now), made up my first non-canon canon character because just referring to her as "she" felt inhumane, brief mentions of fake suicide note, kissing

Word count: 2324

Thoughts of the first mate of The Revenge were absolutely consuming you. Devouring you alive, plaguing you—you truly couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Oh, yes, you tried. But there was no use. Daydreams would always swirl in your mind and they would only increase tenfold throughout the course of your days.

You were grateful that you at least didn't have to carry the burden of breathing the same air as Israel Hands anymore. You would even collapse being within ten feet of him, let alone seeing him every single day. Your chest ached even at the mere thought of the man.

To say you were confused by his last actions toward you was an understatement. Confused, embarrassed, miserable, even flattered...You couldn't get Izzy Hands out of your head. You couldn't get his hands out of your head...

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"So you really are doing this, then."

"Yes," you nodded. "I am. I don't belong here—"

"You are a damn great pirate," Izzy almost seethed. "I'll be damned if I believe you really want to go back to that...lavish lifestyle."

You looked slightly frantically behind you in hopes that no one heard Izzy's dig at what was about to be your life again. You hesitantly looked back at Izzy, almost biting your lip in disbelief. "I just need to do this."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"What—what else am I supposed to say?"

Silence loomed between the two of you. He nervously fidgeted with the coat that Stede had lent him to disguise himself as an aristocrat. He couldn't wait to toss it back into Bonnet's arms, but he needed this in order to see you off safely, without any suspicions of what you had been up to in your absence from the life you were born into. He knew full well that you were making a mistake, but that you couldn't be convinced of this. His chest ached upon realizing that you wouldn't change your mind, that he wouldn't be able to change your mind.

"Goodbye, Israel."

Instead of responding, Izzy carefully intertwined his fingers with yours as you were about to step up into the carriage. You froze, yet began to melt into his touch, his warmth. You finally met his eyes just as he let go of you, and before you knew it, you were riding off into the distance, Izzy becoming a small speck fading from your sight. Before he began to fade out of view, you caught a glimpse of him flexing his hand by his side as he watched you depart.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You scoffed as the yellow carnation was pinned to your coat.

"Is something wrong, sir?" one of your dressers inquired, concern washing over his expression.

You almost laughed at such a question, thinking back to all of the late nights you spent studying flowers and their meanings, dying to tell him how this marriage was going to be doomed if you had to wear a yellow carnation. At the last minute, you decided against it, holding your tongue. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room as soon as he finished dressing you. You turned toward the mirror, a frown falling onto your lips upon seeing your reflection. You had never dreaded a coming day like you dreaded tomorrow. Before you could internally lament further, a rhythmic knock was heard from your door. Genevieve—future wife. How delightful. It's not like you dreaded it every time she walked into a room, let alone walked over to your side, and it's not like you could tell she dreaded you all the same.

"Yes. Come in," you sighed, plopping down onto your bed. Only, it wouldn't be your bed anymore—you would share it with her, come tomorrow. Your solitude would be interrupted and put on pause forever.

Genevieve quickly rushed in, making sure to shut and lock the door behind her. She fixed her hair a bit as she did so.

"What is it that you want?" you demanded softly, your brows furrowing.

"Hello to you too," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow—"

"That makes two of us, Genevieve! Finally, something we can agree upon," you laughed, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Will you let me finish?" she crossed her arms without realizing it. Once she had in fact realized, an expression of guilt overcame her as she untwisted herself. A guilt you had never once seen her bear. You sent an apologetic look her way. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, nor the rest of our lives together, but I just wanted to say that you are lovely. I don't hate you. I just hate this."

"I don't hate you either," you sat up carefully, your head sort of spinning as you did so. "Far from it. This is just an...unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes," she agreed, carefully placing herself beside you on the edge of the bed. "You know, I would love you, if you were...there's no way to dance around this. I would love you if you were not a man."

"Oh!" you realized, looking over at her, relief crashing over you. "And I would probably love you if you were not a woman, quite honestly."

Genevieve gasped in delight, wrapping her arms around you as she laughed happily. You couldn't help but smile upon her embrace.

"Who is the lucky woman?" you playfully smiled, nudging her shoulder. You watched intently as you watched the pigment of her face turn rosy.

"Well...we've known each other since we were babies," she sighed happily. "But our families have been dear friends since before we were even conceived. It would never work out."

"Take "never" out of your vocabulary this instant!" you exclaimed, shooting up off the bed and onto your two feet.

"What are you planning?" Genevieve tilted her head.

You rushed over to your desk, filing through all that had piled atop it until you found a quill, some ink, and some parchment.

"We can't say you've run away—no, that would give hope that you're still alive and then you would be seeing wanted posters with your face plastered across trees anywhere you go," you sighed. "No. We'll fake your death instead. And you'll run away tonight."

Genevieve bit her lip concernedly. "Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm certain," you assured her. "Are you able to communicate this plan to your love before midnight?"

"Yes, she is coming to the rehearsal dinner tonight and I'm sure we'll sneak off to the gardens," she nodded.

"Wait—is that why you and Alice go there every time—"

Genevieve's hands flew up to her face, covering it as she giggled.

"My goodness!" you couldn't help but share the laughter. "Wow. I am not surprised, honestly."

"What about you?"

"Have I ever snuck off to a garden to—"

"No!" Genevieve rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you love another?"

"I..." you sighed. "Well, it's complicated."

"I've got time."

"I'm kind of upset with him at the moment. And I'm not sure how he feels about me. And I didn't realize I love him until after I left—"

"One thing at a time!" Genevieve tilted her head back to laugh. She place a hand on your shoulder. "Why does he have you upset?

"He held my hand before I left." you admitted, staring out the window as you spoke. Most days, you would have the curtains closed in order to mask the view of the ocean, as it would only bring you feelings of sorrow and regret.

"And you really question how he feels for you?!"

"Well, he's not like us," you frowned. "Believe me, I'm glad he's not. Though I just don't think he understands what a touch of the hand means to someone like me."

"You may come from different worlds with different values and rules, but holding hands is still an expression of affection wherever you come from," Genevieve pointed out.

"He did wear a fancy ensemble just to see me off safely..."

Once again, Genevieve's laughter filled the room. "You are blind!"

"It's just hard to tell with him!" you protested, laughing along with her. "He's hard to read. He's...very easily irritated."

"Is he like that when he's with you?"

"Less so, but yes," you shrugged. "He is a complicated man."

"But his feelings for you are apparent."

"My god, I need to go!"

"Yes, you do!" she encouraged you, patting you on the back.

"I can't right away. I have to get in contact with someone first, and if both you and I are found missing or dead by morning, it's going to be terribly suspicious—"

"You will find a way. I know it," she assured you. "Let's go and oversee the menu for tonight. I'm starved."

You laughed as she jokingly linked arms with you, leading you out into what you were about to leave behind once again.

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All had gone according to plan—you saw Genevieve and Alice off safely, and falsely mourned your fiancée the next day, and for only a few days after before Stede caught wind of your message. As soon as he had, you scurried to the beach, only bothering to bring a few possessions with you. You hadn't even bothered to leave a note—nothing attached you to the aristocratic life anymore. For good this time.

"Captain!" you exclaimed, almost out of breath. "Thank you. I'm so, so sorry."

"No need to apologize to me," Stede assured you warmly. "Believe me, I get it."

"I wish you warned me—"

"Oh, you wouldn't have listened," he teased. "I do regret having done the same thing you had, but if I hadn't, I never would have gotten closure with Mary and bade farewell to that side of me fully. You had to do the same."

"And you and Blackbeard—he forgave you?"

"We're working on it," Stede laughed. "He has, mostly."

"Do you think Izzy will ever forgive me? How is he?"

"Go see for yourself," Stede suggested kindly. "He's on watch tonight. I'll be in my quarters should you need anything at all."

Before you could thank him again, he vanished into the darkness. You smiled, though you could have swore your heart stopped upon the sight of Izzy Hands. You almost choked on the breath you had taken before gaining the courage to waltz over to him. Before you knew it, you were beside him once again. Izzy jumped upon sensing your presence.

"Jesus fuck," Izzy mumbled.

"Hello to you too."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Izzy, I'm happy to see you too!"

"I'm serious—what the fuck? You just up and leave and then you're back. Is this some sort of pattern? How long will your stay be this time, perhaps only a day, maybe two—"

Without much thought, you found your fingers laced between his once again. Izzy's train of thought stopped in its tracks and all he could focus on now was the feeling of warmth that had been yanked away from him ever since you left, and that now, it had been restored. A warmth he thought he would never get to experience again, nor experience at all. Whenever he spent countless days and hours reminiscing upon it, he scolded himself, convincing himself that he should be grateful he got to feel that at least once in his life. It was one more time than he ever expected he would feel it. It should have been enough, but it wasn't even close. His heart began beating out of his chest—what was this feeling he couldn't quite place? He knew it all too well and he was tired of pushing it down to drown. Eventually, you softly removed your hand, and you noticed Izzy's hand flex by his side once again.

"Did it mean something to you? When you held my hand before I left."

"I was giving you a boost onto your ride," he shrugged it off, turning away in hopes that the darkness would hide his smile.

"Right," you laughed. "Izzy, seriously. I have been going crazy. Every single day, wondering if you ever understood what such a gesture meant to me or if it meant absolutely nothing to you."

"Of course it meant something to me, dammit," Izzy sighed. "You are such a fool if you thought for a second that it didn't."

You laughed breathlessly, relief overcoming you instantly as you pressed your forehead against his. The way the moonlight shone upon his face made him even more breathtaking, even more earth-shatteringly beautiful. You couldn't believe what your eyes were allowing you to see, and you couldn't believe how warm you'd felt. You almost swore you'd never shiver once again. Your lips softly grazed his forehead before you pressed another kiss upon his cheek, before resting your forehead against his once again, your eyes fluttering shut, butterflies flying around in your stomach as you reached for his hands once again.

"Mark my words. I will never, ever leave again—"

"Shh," Izzy gently whispered against your lips. "We can talk about it later."

"Later," you nodded gently as finally, your lips collided. Your heart did pirouettes as your lips danced against one another's. In the darkness of your vision, you caught a glimpse of your future aboard The Revenge, with Izzy. You had never seen so clearly, until now, that you had finally found the place you were meant to be after denying it for so long. You had found your family and your lover, and they were all gathered in the same place. This was a luxury that would always beat the fancy balls you attended, the gold-laced coats you wore upon your back, the gems you were gifted often. Izzy was your gem, and he made your life shine brighter than it ever had.

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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (iv).

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warnings: curse words, alcohol mentioned [the characterization you read in this fic doesn't represent them in real life (please separate fact and fiction)]

tags: (y/n) and cody finally getting along, do i smell jealous? yes i do!! twins in action once again, roman and (y/n) doesn’t argue in this one

THE sound of your alarm woke you up. the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was your clothes. you were still in yesterday's clothes. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as memories flashed inside your mind. you remembered the events from last night. drinking with cody, opening up, finally accepting his friendship, throwing a tantrum at roman, and then crying your eyes out... it was indeed a wild night for you. you cringed at the memories, trying your best to push them away.

to say the least, hangover wasn't really a problem to you as you were used to drinking back when you were younger. now all you had to do was face the day, acknowledging all your doings from yesterday. it was 7 in the morning and you had to go to the arena to check on the production for today's show.

as you exited the room (with your fresh set of clothes), you felt someone tap your shoulders. you turned around and saw the same face you saw yesterday. "hi." cody smiled. you didn't know to respond as you once again remembered last night's fiasco. "how's your head? i have some tylenols if you want." you shook your head. "i'm good." was all that came out of your mouth. "if you say so." there was silence between the two of you.

"and why are you awake? your show starts later." you asked him. "i was gonna drop my costume and probably get some breakfast, i heard there was some good breakfast tacos near the arena... cheat day for me." he couldn't stop rambling. "what about you?" cody returned the question. "going to the arena to check the stage." cody's eyes lit up. "then let's go!"

once again, there you were–in his car, listening to him singing along to a country song that you have never heard before. "we can check out the taco spot together after this if you want to come... i'm not forcing you to go with me though. it's all your choice." you furrowed your eyebrows as he kept on rambling. "okay, fine. just because it's actually a good place. i've had it before."

the two of you arrived at the arena. you parted ways with him since he was going to deal with costumes and you were going to check with the logistics. "i'll text you later." you said to him, earning a nod. "let me know if you're done! see you!" you walked away from him, scanning the arena. the ring was already finished, you slid inside checking several spots.

"haven't seen you in awhile." you looked up and saw your boss, paul. "oh, i've been busy." you admitted. "yeah, i heard from the twins that you were pushing everyone to their limits." paul said. "it's gonna be one of their biggest feuds in years, of course i want it to be perfect." you pulled on the ropes, checking if they were strong enough to hold the wrestlers physique. “i’ll be here to help you tonight, don’t worry son.”

the two of you talked about the progress until a certain bleached-blond wrestler waved at you. you face-palmed as you saw him walking up to you. “are you done?” he asked. “yeah, i was just about to call you.” paul looked amused. “oh, making friends now?” he chuckled. “shut up, i can’t just have my boss as my friend.” you rolled your eyes. “anyways, see you tonight. i’m bouncing.” cody followed you to the parking lot, bidding goodbyes to his boss.

you paid for the food, insisting it as an emotional compensation for last night’s fiasco. cody devoured his breakfast like there was no tomorrow, not acknowledging that you were still sort of embarrassed by your outburst last night. “if you wanna apologize for last night,” he chewed his food. “you don’t have to, it was fun actually.” you still didn’t get him, but you were getting used to his presence.

“fine.” you muttered, taking a bite of your food. “but that doesn’t mean i’ll go out drinking with you again, rhodes.” he only grinned as a response. the two of you ate in silence. cody was about to say something before he stopped himself. “shoot the question before i throw this taco at you.” you glared at him. “never mind.” the wrestler shrugged his shoulders. “say it.” you threatened him with your fork.

“i don’t know… it’s quite personal.” he hesitated again. you knew he was going to ask about roman. “yes cody, i despise roman that much.” you stated. “to be fair, you have every reason to hate him.” that caught you off guard. “your feelings are valid, i just don’t know exactly what happened to you guys. but, hey! i’m all ears if you wanna talk about it.”

his sentence felt genuine. no matter how many times you tried to deny it, cody was a good person. he was actually trying to be your friend without taking you for granted (as far as you know). you sighed as you put down your food. “what happened between me and roman was in the past. you heard all those rumors and so, about how i cheated, about how we ‘mutually’ broke up, about all those shit… it wasn’t like that.” you confessed.

“he took me for granted. end of story.” even cody knew that the break up wasn’t your fault at all. it became a locker room gossip at first, but people never actually found out what happened between roman and you. “oh…” was all that came out from his mouth. “if you wanna dig up my past, then fine. but this is coming from me, the real source–roman reigns is a fucking dickhead when it comes to loving someone.” you drank your water, leaving cody flabbergasted. “right, don’t worry (y/n). i believe you.”

truthfully, you didn’t need people to believe you. you just wanted people to know that you were in fact still hurting. “i don’t need you to pick sides, he’s gonna be your partner in the ring for a long time.” he shook his head. “no, no. of course i’ll still work with him, it’s just… i just want to be friends with you (y/n).” he admitted once again. “what is it with you, rhodes? do you want a push? do you want something else?” you chuckled. once again, cody sighed in relief when he heard your chuckles. “not at all, i just wanna be friends without wanting anything in return. jesus, (y/n).” cody groaned.

you felt bad. this man was the first person to slowly crack you open after your break up. “i’m sorry. i’m not used to it.” you finally gave in and apologized. “it’s okay to put your guard up, but i’m serious right now-“ his sentence was cut off by a person standing in front of your table. “h- hi, can you sign my shirt?” a little boy approached cody. his eyes lit up in excitement. “hi buddy, sure!” you were trying your best to not crack a smile. cody took the sharpie and signed his shirt. “i wanna be like you when i grow up.” your heart melted.

“thank you so much, i can’t wait to watch you tonight!” the fan was having the time of his life. “i’ll give the best performance for you!” he waved at the fan and faced you again. cody saw that you were slightly smiling at the interaction. you had a soft spot for kids, especially the ones who were interested in your wrestling. you were once like him, having hopes and dreams of being a wrestler. that was until you were pulled by your dad from the ring. that was why you had so much passion for your job.

“as i was saying,” he was backtracking to his past sentence. “i’ll be there if you need anything. you can actually count on me, (y/n).” he smiled and you couldn’t help but to mimic his expression. you were smiling. “i made you smile!” his eyes widened in surprise. “shut the fuck up before i kick your ass, rhodes.”

showtime came and you were monitoring from the backstage. you had your earpiece in, ready to go. 30 minutes before showtime, you thought. you quickly ran to the locker room, briefing the talents for tonight. you knocked on the door, breathing heavily. “(y/n)?” to your luck, it was roman who opened the door. the man was wearing a t-shirt and his black trainers, his usual setup. his hair was still down, curls grew longer than usual. you mentally slapped yourself, “30 minutes before showtime, tell everyone to gather around.” without wanting to argue, roman nodded at your command. “okay.” you went to the other side, getting your other talent. “cody, open up!” you knocked. “it’s unlocked!”

he was already in his ‘promo’ suit and damn, he looked good, you thought. “my eyes are up here.” you smacked his shoulder. “30 minutes before showtime, let’s go.” he nodded and followed you. the bloodline was already there; jimmy and jey messing around like usual, solo gazing out, paul heyman fixing his suit, and roman was just standing there.

“right. now that everyone is here,” you paused for a second, pulling out your papers. “i don’t want anyone to fuck up. deliver your lines like usual, like we practiced. i won’t be taking any excuses.” everyone nodded in unison, trying to get on your good side. you were in your working mode, meaning no one dared to mess with you. “once again, if you fuck things up, you’ll be dealing with me.” your tone was cold like usual. paul (not the wiseman) popped up in the room. “why does everyone look like they are going to cry?” he asked, earning a glare from you. “that’s my cue to shut up.” paul laughed. “have fun tonight boys, don’t let her scare you! she’s harmless!”

the night went on and you were monitoring the cameras. “switch to camera 17.” you said to the earpiece. “right, ms. (l/n).” the staff replied. “i’ll be moving to sound, if anyone needs me just talk to me through the earpiece.” the crew nodded as you made your way to the sound room. “rhodes’s music in 5.” roman was delivering his lines and cody was supposed to interrupt him, like the script played out. you saw cody standing on the side of the exit door, he was fidgeting. “yo.” you patted his back. “calm down, you’re a professional. you can do this.” your words got into him, he flashed you a smile. “that’s the first compliment i got from you, thanks (y/n).” “don’t fuck up or it’ll be the last compliment i’ll be giving you.” still so professional, he thought.

“switch to echo, i think it’s better.” you said to the sound crew. “yes, ma’am.” paul was right next to you, muttering some words to the earpiece as well. “it’s going smoothly than expected. since this is the first time cody is in the ring with roman.” paul sighed in relief. “i think you got into their skin, they don’t wanna mess up because of you, son.” the man nudged you. “i’ve crafted this to perfection, if something goes wrong. it’s not my fault.”

everyone was satisfied with the night. it went perfectly as planned, no botches, the crowd loved it. the talents went backstage, feeling relieved that their night was done. but they couldn’t go home before you gave them the evaluations for tonight’s performance. as you entered the locker room, no one could read your expression. were you satisfied? were you ready to spit fire on them? no one knew. “good job.” was all that came from your mouth. “i’ll be expecting you all to keep it like this.” before anyone could say anything, you exited the room, continuing your job.

roman noticed that cody was stood up from his seat, wanting to follow you. at this point, he was just confused with your new friendship with cody. “what are you, her dog?” his sentence caught cody’s attention. “what?” he asked. “you follow her around, like a dog. she doesn’t need your help, you know.” roman said as he unwrapped his gloves. “i’m not her dog, i’m her friend.” cody clenched his fist. roman could only chuckle at his answer. “friend? good luck with that.” jey sighed in frustration. “that’s enough, uce. let the man be.” he gave cody a sympathetic smile.

“i don’t like him.” roman said, after cody left the room. “why?” roman shrugged his shoulders, leaning back on the couch. “man, you gotta realize that you’re no one to (y/n) now.” solo finally spoke up. “i know that.” he muttered in response. “could be anyone, but just not him… i don’t fuck with that dude being friends with (y/n). and why isn’t she bothered by him? thought she hated everyone here.”

“well she doesn’t hate us, she hates you.” “way to rub it in.”

was it jealousy? roman thought. no, he was so over you. but as soon as he exited the room, the champion saw you cracking a small smile to cody–it was in fact, jealousy.

a/n: i promise im gonna write a (y/n) and roman interaction in the next chapter (are they gonna argue or not???? who knows)

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader

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leefl00f · 6 months

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Pie Thieves

By Leefloof and SisterPaw125

Summary: Uzi and Doll decide to steal a couple slices of pie before their Aunt finds out only for it to backfire in their faces. In short, never mess with a Country Worker’s pie.

Ft. Uzi, Doll, and Alice

Day 6 and 30 of Tickletober: Chase/Caught (Promptlist by @tickletober!)

Note: I've been wanting to do this idea for quite a while and I thought it would be perfect for this year's Tickletober! I had a headcanon that when Uzi and Doll were younger(5-7), they would try to steal Alice's homemade deserts to eat (along with Nori and Yeva, but they wouldn’t admit to doing it to anybody else lol). Big thanks to Sisterpaw that collabed with me to make it! Anyways, enjoy the fic!

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Warning(s): None, this is a sfw tickle fic, Don’t like keep scrolling

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Words: 3,127

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“Uzi, I’m not so sure about this, what if we get caught?” Doll asked nervously as she continued to look out for any of the sentinels

“Us? Getting caught? The chances of that happening is lower than the planet’s core!”

Uzi laughed

The two were currently in the ventilation system in Alice’s home right above their prey. Said prey being a steaming hot, glazed oil pie sprinkled with shredded metal slices.

Earlier that day, Nori and Yeva had to attend to their usual business with William. Unfortunately, the babysitters were unable to arrive on time due to their own busy schedules. Fortunately, Alice was available and kindly offered to look after the girls while they were away. During that time, Alice was baking a pie, which tempted them to devour the entire thing while it was still unattended.

“Now, grab onto my tail and lower me slowly.” Uzi instructed

Uzi slithers her tail in Doll’s hands, which she grabbed firmly but gently. She slowly began to ease the tail down, causing Uzi to descend towards the pie. Just when the droneling was about to reach it, the defending came to a halt. She looked up at

Doll who had an anxious expression on her face.

“Doll! I’m almost there! You have to lower me down a little more!” Uzi whisper shouted just in case that Alice was still in ear shot

“I can’t!” Doll whispered back

“If you’re thinking about bailing now, it’s too late for that!”

“No! I really can’t! That’s as far as your tail goes!”

There was a moment of silence until the young rebel spoke again.

“Huh, forgot my tail was short.” Uzi chuckled out of embarrassment

She suddenly felt Doll try to pull her up from the desert, earning a small shout of surprise from her.

“We should just get out of here before the damage is done! And before Alice catches us and we get in trouble!” Doll said as she continued to pull her little cousin up

She yelped a bit as Uzi’s tail nipped her, it wasn’t painful, but it did get her attention. Sometimes their tails would nip or bite at people depending on the solver holder’s emotion, usually anger, and it seemed that Uzi was upset about not stealing a pie that their Aunt just took out of the oven.

“No! We’re so close to that pie! I’m not giving up that easily!” Uzi whispered a bit angrily as she crossed her arms.

“Wrap your tail around mine and it should lower me enough to get the pie.” Uzi instructed

Doll wraps their tails together as tightly and gently as she can. Once she was done, she continued to lower Uzi towards the pie once again. The younger reaches out her hands, just a few inches away from the pie and…!

“Yes! I got it!” Uzi cheered

“Pull me up! Hurry!”

Doll carefully pulls Uzi back up, ensuring that she doesn't drop either herself or the pie. Once they are back in the vents, Uzi and Doll eagerly dig into the pie using their bare hands, smearing the filling all over their faces. Lost in their enjoyment, they fail to notice the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen below them until they are startled by an angry shout.

“What the-?! Where in tarnation is my pie?!” The voice shouted angrily

It was Alice, and she didn't sound too happy about her pie going missing. The two gulped down the last remnants of the pie as they looked at each other in fear. They had heard from their moms that Alice was ruthless when it came to anyone who dared to mess with her food.

"See? I told you this was a bad idea! But do you ever listen? No!" Doll whispered angrily before Uzi placed a finger on her lips.

"Shh! Be quiet. If we can just crawl away from the kitchen quietly and exit the way we came, she won't know who did it," Uzi stated.

"But won't she find out anyway?"

"We'll blame it on the raptors. Besides, they always get into places they're not supposed to be—“

Before they could crawl away from the scene, Uzi was interrupted by a loud bang. She quickly turned around only to see that the pan was gone and Doll's hollowed optics.

"Doll! Why would you do that?!" Uzi whispered-shouted.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't realize it was near my foot!" Doll said frantically.

"Well, now we're both probably going to get in trouble because of you!"

"Me?! You're the one who came up with the plan to steal it!" Doll pointed out.

Meanwhile, the pie pan fell out of the vents and landed back on the counter, startling Alice. She looked at the empty pie pan before glancing up at the vent. She thought that one of the sentinels was behind this, but that wouldn't make sense. Not even her smallest raptor could fit into a hole that big, unless...

The cousins continued to argue about who started the pie heist, oblivious to Alice's gaze slowly shifting towards the vent. They abruptly halted when they caught sight of a bright orange glow in the corner of their eyes. Both froze in place as they turned to confront Alice, who stared back at them with hollowed eyes and a gaping mouth of shock.

That shock transformed into anger as she clenched her teeth, forming a toothy scowl.

"You little thieves!" Alice yelled.

The pair screamed and attempted to crawl away from the older woman's fury, but it proved futile as Alice seized Uzi by the foot and started dragging the rebel back towards her. The droneling yelped as she scratched against the metal, desperately trying to escape from Alice's grasp.

"Aah! Help! She's got me!" Uzi cried out, extending her hand towards Doll.

Doll complied and endeavored to free her little cousin, but Alice seemed to possess an unyielding grip as she only pulled Uzi closer.

"Pull harder, Doll! She's gonna get me!" Uzi pleaded.

"I'm trying, but she's too strong!" Doll shouted back, exerting more force.

"Oh no, you don't!" Alice interjected.

With one forceful tug, Uzi and Doll were pulled out of the vent, landing on the floor with an "oof!", fortunately, they were unharmed. Uzi and Doll both gazed up at Alice, who wore a stern expression on her face. They both get back on their feet before facing their Aunt.

"Alright, which one of you thieves thought it would be a brilliant idea to steal my pie? And don't even think about lyin’ to me!" Alice said firmly, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well, Aunt Alice, I know we're both going to face punishment for this, but I might as well tell the truth... it was Doll!" Uzi said, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Doll snapped her head towards Uzi, shocked and betrayed that her own cousin would throw her under the bus over a pie. How dare she!

"What?! You were the mastermind behind this whole scheme!" Doll retorted, also pointing her finger at Uzi.

"No way! Look, Alice, she's lying!"

"No, you're the liar!"

The worker sighed as she observed the two arguing once again. She knew Uzi was the one who came up with the clever plan to swipe her pie. Being Nori's child, she was always getting into mischief.

"Well, as you mentioned earlier, it doesn't matter who started it, you're both going to face consequences," Alice sighed, causing the two to cease their bickering.

"The real question is, who should I deal with first?" Alice asked, flashing a mischievous grin.

"Scatter! She can't get us if we run!" Uzi shouted as she unfurled her wings to dash out of the kitchen.

Doll did the same as she quickly teleported somewhere else before the Western drone could do anything to stop them.

So it was a game of hide and seek, huh?

"Alright, I'll give them a head start, but it'll all be in vain soon enough," Alice grinned.

-In the Office premises-

Uzi was currently hiding under one of the desks in the multiple abandoned offices. Finally catching her breathe, she peaked her head out to see any signs of Alice or the raptors.

Luckily, no sign of them.

Uzi huffed as she crawled to the very back of the desk, disappearing into the darkness. Exhausted from running and eating that pie, she sighed and slumped her body against the wall. As she turned her head to the side, she was startled to find two bright, red optics staring back at her. The dronelings yelped at each other in surprise before quickly quieting down, not wanting to alert the raptors or Alice.

"Doll! You nearly gave me a core attack!" Uzi exclaimed, gasping for breath.

"What are you doing here anyway? This is my spot, find your own!" Uzi pushed the older girl, causing Doll to look at her in shock.

"Are you crazy?! Alice could be out there!" Doll argued.

"A willing sacrifice to make."

"I am not going out there for your crimes, Uzi!"

"Who said they were mine? They're yours as well!" Uzi retorted.

"That's not—!"

Just then, a loud noise interrupted them. The girls fell silent, remembering the danger they were in.

"Maybe if we stay quiet long enough, Alice will move on," Uzi whispered.

They heard the sound again, this time closer, and huddled together under the desk. Alice was searching for them, and based on the sounds, she wasn't far away.

"Come on out, ya lil gremlins! I know you're hidin' somewhere!" The Western Drone shouted.

Uzi yelped as she heard her aunt's voice and looked over at Doll, who had the same expression of fear.

"What do we do?!" Uzi whispered, panicking.

"I don't know! You're the one with the plans most of the time!" Doll quickly replied.

As the two pondered the issue, they heard another thud from above. The dronelings glanced up, their attention drawn to the slow, heavy footsteps accompanied by soft chirps. Gradually, the footsteps approached the opening of the desk, revealing a fluffy, feathered head staring at them curiously.

Chirp?

Uzi and Doll's eyes hollowed at the sight. It was Charlie, one of Alice's loyal raptors. They weren't scared of her, but they were worried that the raptor would call for Alice and lead her to their hiding spot.

Charlie stuck her head further into the desk opening and started sniffing the two, catching the scent of the pie. Her chirps started to get louder.

"Shh! Charlie, no!" Uzi shushed, trying to get the mechanical dino out of their hiding spot.

"Go away!" Doll shushed.

Charlie looked at the duo with a tilted head. After a couple of seconds staring at each other, the raptor let out a long, loud roar, signaling to Alice that she had found something.

"Dang it, Charlie!" Uzi whispered angrily.

But that wasn't their concern for long as they suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming their way.

"Crap! We gotta go! Now!" Uzi said in a panic.

But before they could crawl out of their hiding spot to find a new one, Charlie grabbed the back of their shirts, like a mother cat carrying her kittens, making them hang there.

The two yelped from the sudden pull and started to struggle in the raptor's grip.

"Hey! Let us go, Charlie!" Uzi shouted.

"This isn't fair!" Doll retorted.

Their pleas fell on deaf ears as Charlie pulled them out from under the desk to victoriously show Alice her findings while wagging her tail.

"Atta girl, Charlie!" Alice praised, petting her head and earning a proud chirp from her.

She stepped back to look at Uzi and Doll, with her hands on her hips.

"So, this is where y'all disappeared to. Don't you trouble makers have anythin’ to say?"

Uzi and Doll exchanged guilty looks before their eyes shifted to the floor. "We're sorry, Alice. The pie looked so good, and we couldn't resist," Uzi said, sounding remorseful.

"You couldn't resist, I was trying to stop you," Doll interjected.

"Bite me! You're just as guilty!" Uzi retorted.

"Enough! I don't want to hear any more excuses!" Alice shouted, causing the dronelings to stop and look at her.

The Western drone stared at the two sternly before letting out a frustrated sigh and running her hand over her visor. "Look, you two need to learn that takin’ somethin’ without permission isn't right. You could have asked if you wanted a slice."

Uzi and Doll looked at the ground again in shame. "Now, I want you two to promise that you won't do this again. Okay?"

"We promise," they both said.

Alice nodded her head before snapping her fingers. Charlie walked over to the Western drone before dropping the kids into her hands. "Alright, Charlie, you can go. I'll handle it from here."

The eldest raptor obeyed as she trotted away from the trio. Alice looked down at Uzi and Doll only to see the pie's remains almost all over them. She was glad that she was used to this sort of ordeal with the raptors.

"Now let's get you cleaned up, alright? We don't want you to smother that stuff all over my couch," Alice said.

She took the two from the office area to the living quarters to clean them off. Once she kicked the bathroom door open, she placed them down and got a cloth to wipe any remains of the pie off of their cheeks and hands.

As Alice cleaned them, Uzi and Doll looked down at the floor. "Look, I'm not mad at you, but you need to understand that what you two did wasn't right," Alice explained. "If I were to take somethin’ away from you that you worked really hard on, how would you feel?"

"Sad," Uzi answered.

"We're sorry, Alice," Doll apologized.

Once the last smudge of the black filling was wiped away from their hands, Alice huffed before placing her hands on their heads and ruffling their hair affectionately, earning some giggles.

"I forgive you, just don't do it again, okay?" Alice smiled.

"Okay." they said, looking like they had perked up already.

Alice places the cloth in the sink, then lifts the girls up and carries them to the living room. Upon reaching the couch, she collapses onto it, sinking into its plush surface. They sit for quite a while until Uzi starts to move a bit in the older one's embrace.

"Uh, hey Alice? Do you forgive us, right?" Uzi asked.

"Yeah?"

"So, could you please let us go? You're squeezing too tight," Doll asked, also squirming in an attempt to escape Alice's grip.

"Sorry, but if I let you both go, you won't learn the valuable lesson about stealin’ things," Alice said.

"Wait, what?!" Doll exclaimed.

"But you said you forgive us!" Uzi protested.

"That I did. However, I need to make sure that lesson sticks in your little noggins," Alice grinned.

She quickly tightened her grip on the two, preventing any chance of escape.

"Do you want to know what I do to pie thieves like you?" Alice playfully asked.

Uzi and Doll shook their heads, smiling with anticipation and knowing what would happen next.

"I eat them!" Alice declared.

"Startin’ with you, little troublemaker, c'mere!"

With a playful roar, Alice swiftly lifted Uzi up bridal style while still holding Doll in her grip. Uzi squealed from the sudden action before attempting to squirm away, but to no avail.

"Alice, please don't do it!" Uzi pleaded, already giggling.

"What? I'm just goin’ to eat you up, that's all!" Alice smiled.

"But we don't want to be eaten!" Doll protested.

"Well, the pie didn't want to be eaten by you two, and here we are," Alice countered.

She lifts Uzi's shirt just enough to expose her belly. Alice lowers her head towards Uzi's midsection. The droneling thrashes and squirms, trying everything to get away, but to no avail. Alice has a strong grip, and there's no way of escaping from her.

"No! Wait, Alice! Wa-AEEIIIHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA!" screams Uzi.

She couldn't finish her sentence in time as Alice started to blow raspberries all over her belly. But even if she did, Alice wouldn't stop anyway. Uzi shrieked again as another raspberry was blown near the center of her belly.

"Prbbbt! Prbbbbt!"

"AHAHAHALIHIHICE! NOHOHOHO!!" Uzi screamed as she burst into laughter.

Of course, Alice wasn't listening as she continued to blow raspberries on Uzi's belly and occasionally playfully nibble on her stomach.

While Alice was occupied with the young rebel, Doll tried to sneak away again. Alice noticed Doll's escape attempt and stopped her attack on Uzi. She quickly wrapped her leg around Doll to prevent any further escape.

"And where do you think you're goin’?" Alice asked, grinning.

"Er-! Nowhere," Doll nervously giggled, filled with anticipation.

"Lyin’, are we?" Alice remarked.

Before Doll could respond, Alice playfully dipped her head down and blew raspberries on Doll's neck, causing Doll to squeak before bursting into laughter and kicking up a storm.

“EHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!”

Without hesitation, Alice quickly scooped up Doll in her arms to join her cousin as they both suffered the older worker's ticklish wrath.

"Nom nom nom! What delicious little thieves! I should eat them more often!" Alice exclaimed.

The duo screamed and squirmed, but to no avail. Alice showed no mercy on them. After a couple of minutes, Alice decided the girls had had enough and let them down. The dronelings went limp in their aunt's arms as they recovered from the playful tickling.

"Now then, what did we learn today?" Alice asked.

"Not to steal from others," replied the duo.

"Good," Alice smiled as she ruffled their hair again, earning tired giggles from them.

"Hey, just so you know, you rascals owe me a new pie," Alice added, smiling at Uzi and Doll's surprised and confused tired faces.

"Kiddin’, I'll make a new one, but you two better help me," she said.

"We will!" the two said tiredly.

Not even a minute later, the dronelings yawned, signaling Alice to reposition them in a more comfortable sleeping position.

"Aw, looks like it's nap time for you two," Alice said as she began to gently pat their backs.

It didn't take long for Doll to fall asleep, however Uzi resisted sleeping but eventually drifted off last. With their screens showing that their sleep mode was active, Alice finally relaxed and yawned herself.

"Or for all of us," Alice said as she got into a comfortable spot and drifted off to sleep mode while hugging the girls close.

Uzi and Doll learned a valuable lesson that day, and that was to never mess with Alice's desserts, or there would be some very tickly consequences!

Fin :)

Bonus Note: Happy Tickletober everybody! :D I apologize for this fic coming out late, school has me in a chokehold rn lol. But I’m managing to find some time to write and edit them, along with my friend, Sisterpaw! Go check out their blog if you have the time!

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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hi bestie! Idk if I've asked this before tbh but as the author of one of if not the best frank series out there, do you have other frank fic recs?? I'd love more series but anything will do! I 100% trust your opinion on fics just based on your writing tbh

(PS can't wait for the next salt ice and fire update 🥰 )

okay i know this has been in my box for so long so i apologise but i wanted to actually take the time and curate a little list for you since you were so SWEET. thankyou so so much for your kind words like i actually treasure things like this so much, and i’m so glad you asked for recs BECAUSEEEE i have read so many frank fics it’s actually embarrassing.

now there is a stark LACK of read frank series in this rec list and that is only my fault i’m so sorry— i’m sure there’s a million out there however i don’t tend to read series as much (lmao that i’m writing one) but i will do a lil rec list of series once i’ve found some.

the fight and fuck series by @chrisevansredbelt - it’s literally so HOT and angsty and perfect holy shit. one of my favourite frank fics of all time, i’ve read the first part like 6 times i swear.

you gonna let me be good to you? by @chvoswxtch - even the TITLE like that is so frank. SO FRANK. this fic fucks me up in the best way possible.

sit around and miss you by @ohcaptains - this entire frank masterlist is fucking perfection. seriously some of the best writing i’ve read on this site, but this one in particular just hnggggggggg fucking yummy.

don’t ever leave my side, baby i’ll die by @balenciagabucky - sleepy sex w marine frank. do i have to say any more. it’s so good.

morning kiss by @itwasthereaminuteago - they have a lot of frank fics which r all PERFECTION but this one is my personal fave. you have to read to find out why heheheheh

reflection by @marvelswh0re - maybe i’m biased that this is my fave bUT again, anything by this writer RIGHT HERE is fucking genius so enjoy this whole account too

home isn’t a place by @saintmurd0ck - this was so hard to pick just one. but this author writes so beautifully like i can’t explain it. even the names of their fics are so gorgeous i die.

this poly frank x matt masterlist also by @saintmurd0ck - can’t tell u how many times i have devoured this omfg.

outdoor sex by @lovelybucky1 - HOWLING. that is all. i can’t

harlequin by @pedrito-friskito - guys this is so fucking good oh my god. also the reader in this is reading a book and as a fellow bookworm i am melting.

attagirl by @buckyhoney - you know i’m a slut for a good attagirl so like this fic right here had me ALL kinds of fucked up.

the four times frank almost asks you to marry him, and the one time he does by @amhrosina - i love this fic so much it warms my cold dead heart. frank is such an oldschool guy and the idea of him proposing is just so sweet to me like didocodkc i love this.

of fathers and daughters by @lemon-world1 - this captures franks character so well and WOWOWOW obsessed.

OKAY. that’s all i can think of at the top of my head. all these writers are fantastic and have so many other frank fics to devour i just picked my favourites from their incredible lists.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #marvel tv #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #marvel #the punisher x y/n

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falsemortal · 9 months

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... a scene from that sex pollen fic I've been talking about 🌝

He mounted her like an animal.

His body felt too hot, the only relief being her silky depths swallowing his rigid cock with brilliant ease. It was euphoric to just let go. His large hands squeezed her soft, plush ass as he throttled in and out of her slick pussy. One palm trailing down her front to give her small breasts a firm squeeze before finding what he wanted. His thick fingers rubbed her clit, flicking it occasionally with his thrusts. She moaned loudly from her bent over position, her knees pressed into the mattress of the van. She reacted to every little touch he gave her, pushing back onto him, wanting him deeper, impossibly deeper. She called his name every so often, fueling him as she wailed her appreciation with needy gasps and praise. The van shook and rocked with each snap of his hips. The comedic squeak of the old bed frame didn’t kill the mood in the slightest, it just made him want to make more noise. He wanted to break the bed- He could feel the tension tightening in his gut, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the release he wanted.. He needed. She was so wet that he had to focus on staying inside her every other thrust, he occasionally slipped and slid against her soothing slit in his lust-riddled haze. She made noises when he did so, he wanted to devour them, he was so hungry.. So starved for her. Her touch, her voice, her reassurance- He came heavy, shoved deep inside her with her thighs shaking. He fucked his cum into her. She collapses as thick ropes just keep going, coating her insides to the brim. He feels empty, drained of energy and breath as he finally withdraws from her. Their mixture slides down her thighs, it has him mesmerized, his mind fuzzy when she pulls him down to hold her. He opened his eyes with a jolt, seeing the dark hotel room they’d checked into earlier obscured by blonde hair. He blinked, post bliss skyrocketing to full blown embarrassment as he sat up and scooted back in a panic to his side of the bed. The pillow wall was tossed to the ground. He.. he must’ve breached it at some point last night. His boxers were soaked in cum and he was already sporting another hard-on, his dark eyes drifting back up to Laura’s sleeping backside that was still presented to him. There were wet smears all over the back of her sleep shorts and tank top. Glistening drops on the back of her thighs- He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. It didn’t help that they smelled of her. He felt sick. Ashamed. Disgusted with himself.

#hackearney #travis x laura #hackearney ficlets #cw slight dubcon #spoiler: laura was very into it #trav just doesn't know #now back to working on exchange fic

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hogwartsandhawkins · 2 years

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Prove Me Wrong

Prologue: We're Not Friends

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Masterlist

Ok here it is! The prologue for my nine (maybe longer) part fic for Billy Hargrove. I haven't written anything for a very long time, and I've never written an imagine or fic before so be mindful and go easy on me! But hopefully, it's well-liked despite the trash writing.

Also, I gave her a name, considering I'll be writing the same character for 9 parts, I feel like not giving her a name wouldn't feel right.

Summary: Max convinces you to watch over Billy.

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Lots of swearing. I mean it's Billy Hargrove. Let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: Please, do not steal my work. This prologue and all the following chapters of this story are my original work, and I have worked very hard on each part I post. Reposts are always appreciated but copying and pasting any of these and posting them as your own is not, including translations without my permission.

The characters from the Netflix series are not my own, excluding the OC, and belong to Netflix and the Duffer Brothers.

Jess Logan sat at the edge of the Byers’ couch, anxiously staring at the floor, or rather, the person laying on the floor unconscious. Blood slowly found its way from the boy’s nose to the wooden floor. Jess was unsure whether to stay seated or to hurry and wipe the blood away, ensuring Joyce would not have to deal with a stain later. She began to rise, but then the sound of leather rubbing against the floor disrupted her and forced her back down. A feeble attempt to stand up from the boy was met with a groan.

“What … the fuck?”

Billy Hargrove held his head between both hands and began to look over his setting. He wasn’t at a party. The house was much too empty for that. He also could hold his liquor, so this couldn’t be a hangover after blacking out. Did he get knocked out? Lose a fight? Hell no. He was Billy fucking Hargr- wait. It started to come back to him. Max. Where was she? Panic began to kick in as he realized where he was and why. He started to look around much more frantically, making his head spin and his eyes water.

Jess did nothing except hold her breath and sit completely still, hoping that maybe, Billy would miss her entirely. It was only when Billy propped himself on his elbows did he notice the girl staring right at him. She looked as if she has just seen a ghost, and that if she were to move, a bomb might set off, disintegrating the entire house. Embarrassment began to set in, which quickly turned into anger as he realized she has been here the whole time, witnessing him like this. He was about ready to unleash this anger on her for continuing to stare wordlessly when he suddenly hears Max’s voice in his head. SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. He winces at this, remembering the numbness traveling through his body and the sound of cracking wood.

Jess notices this reaction as well but chalks it up to be pain. If this monster even feels pain. Jess too has a flashback from earlier this night, but it included what happened before Billy’s memory. It included how Billy wouldn’t stop, even after Steve didn’t, couldn’t, fight back. It included Billy’s pin-pointed yet blank eyes, hyper-focused on her best friend’s pain-stricken face as he continued to wail down on the helpless boy, wearing what Jess remembers as a smile on Billy’s face, as if he was enjoying the show he put on only for himself.

He shifts his wince to a sweet, charming smile, quite different than the one Jess remembers earlier, scrunching his nose ever so slightly, and begins to devour every inch of this girl with his eyes. He quickly recognizes her as the co-captain of the cheer team, Jessica Logan. He then slowly drops his grin, morphing it into a smirk as he continued to eye her, hoping to have some effect on her, waiting for her to relax her features at least slightly. She doesn’t move. He again flashed her his winning smile, and threw in a head nod, hoping to get her to budge, but what little effect his silent advances would normally have on Jess were further dulled by the blood-caked teeth, bloodied nose, and split-opened knuckles, which further reminded her of why she couldn’t wait to be out of his presence and made her even stiffer, if possible. When it became obvious the girl across from him had no intention of breathing, let alone talking, he sighed and decided to break the silence, dropping his smile once more.

“Sorry, dollface, but cou- “

“Don’t call me that.”

So she speaks. “What?”

“Dollface. Don’t call me that.”

“Okayy... so what do I call you then?” His question dripped with honey as he attempted to shift himself closer to where she was sitting. He watched her intently, shifting the inside of his cheek between his teeth as he did so. He watched as she squirmed, trying to think of how to answer him, and he enjoyed the effect he had on her, the effect he thought he had on her.

“Jocelyn.”

“Isn’t your name Jess?”

Shit “Well yeah.. but it’s my middle name.” She beat herself up for one, thinking about the ridiculous idea to try and lie about her name, and two, for continuing the ridiculous lie after she’d been caught, but she prayed that this would be their final confrontation, and she’d graduate, or even better, he’d drop out sooner than she graduates, and they’ll never have to see each other again…

“… Right. So, uh, Jess Jocelyn,” Billy continued to eye her until turning his attention to the now empty kitchen, the last place he remembered Max being. Still propped on his elbow, he continued, “would you be able to tell me where Max is?”

“Uh, your sister? Well she’s-“

“Don’t call her that.”

“So what do I call her then?” She mimicked the way he previously asked this question, leaning in as if she was interested. She hated the way Billy treated his stepsister. At least, hated the fear in Max’s eyes when she talked about him. Jess never saw anything behind the scenes, but she didn’t have to. She could recognize that kind of fear from anywhere.

Billy genuinely beamed this time, finding her mocking tone amusing, even if it was a jab at him. “Just call her Max.”

“Right, well,” Jess began to falter. She couldn’t exactly tell him where she was, let alone why she was there, “Max. She’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” The anger crept in again, and when he reached for his keys, he had no intention of keeping it in any longer. “Where. the FUCK. are my KEYS.” He was no longer looking into the empty kitchen, but straight back at her. He was no longer smiling. Instead, he attempted to sit straighter than he was previous and sent an icy cold stare at Jess, jaw clenching as he did so.

“likeisaid. She’s gone.”

Jess tried to force herself to become smaller somehow and avoided Billy’s piercing eyes, finding the Byers’ random array of throw rugs a better sight than Hargrove’s angry gaze. His eyes widened at her answer. “No. nonono this cannot be..” Panic began to replace the anger. He started to pat himself down, hoping that Max and her stupid friends left by anything other than his beloved Camaro. How was he going to bring her home now? “How long ago did they leave?” Desperation coated his question, and Jess almost started to feel bad for him.

“Dunno, awhile ago, Billy. Wait!”

Billy began to turn from his elbow onto his palm and pushed himself up. His head began to spin as the blood found itself elsewhere, but Billy could not focus on that right now. He needed to leave, he needed to catch up to them. “Where did she g-“and with this, he stumbled, causing Jess to leap to steady him, which she instantly regretted as he may have fallen unconscious after falling, maybe hitting his head, and that seemed to be a better alternative to him conscious and asking all the wrong questions. Maybe if I just dropped him… She shook these intrusive thoughts from her head and brought him over to where she was sitting for the entirety of their interaction and helped him lean against the back of the couch.

“Shit. SHIT.” Billy smashed the backside of his fist against the couch, making Jess jump. “Sorry.” Billy sighed, then his smirk slowly made an appearance again, but this time it wasn’t aimed at her. He began to chuckle at himself and continued until he started shaking his head. Acceptance replaced the fear in his tone, and he knew. He was utterly screwed. “Fuck Jess, I can’t leave here without her.” He was looking up at the ceiling now, the back of the couch pushed up against Billy’s neck, perfectly cradling his not-so-steady head. and Jess looked up as well, wondering what he could be possibly staring at. “Neil is going to kill me.”

“Is.. is Neil your dad?”

“Mm.”

She looked back over at him as she continued, “Well, she’ll be back, and then you guys can go home.” At this, Billy looked over at the clock which indicated it was already midnight.

“Great.”

Billy cracked a smile again, chuckling at what awaited him at home. “Could you maybe rinse your mouth with water or something?” Billy immediately dropped his smile and looked over at her with confusion, visibly hurt by this request. Billy proceeded to lift his hand to his mouth, but before he could try and “discreetly” gage his breath, Jess began to laugh while wildly shaking her head back and forth. “No! No, it’s just, you know, the blood.”

Billy had somehow forgotten his fight with Harrington but was relieved to know it wasn’t a lack of personal hygiene that was causing her to wince at every smile this whole time. Jess then hurried to the kitchen, avoiding the smashed plate and the fallen clutter on the floor, to grab a glass and fill it with water. She then proceeded back to Billy and began to attempt to bring the glass to his lips.

“I’m not paralyzed, you know.”

“Right” She hands, more like pushes, the glass into Billy’s palm, causing some of the water to spill onto Billy’s arm, however, he doesn’t even notice as he starts to realize how thirsty he truly was with the reminder that water exists in this house. He washed the glass down within seconds of it reaching his hand and gives it back to Jess. “You were supposed to – “

“Yeah. Uh, could you?”

“Yup,” and you’re up again, soon handing him another glassful. This time, he takes the water and swishes it in his mouth, then stops, unaware of whether he should spit it back into the glass or swallow it to save you from having to see the orange-red liquid return into the cup. As if she was able to read his thoughts, she nods and tells him to “go ahead”, and Billy does as he’s told, spitting the water back into the glass.

“Uh, Sorry.”

“Don’t worry bout it.”

She takes the cup from him and pours the liquid down the drain and rinses out the glass thoroughly. Poor Joyce, she thought as she maneuvered through the kitchen one last time, returning to Billy with a different glass, again full of water. Billy thanked her, and without another word, downed the water with two gulps and set the glass between his legs. He then repositioned back to where he was previous, and Jess followed suit.

“So why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you here, and not with them?”

“Someone had to stay here and make sure you didn’t get into any more trouble.”

“Yeah, but why you and not someone else?”

“Max thought you would be more civil since, according to her, we run in the same circle, and well, Steve wasn’t in any position to stay…”

The thought of Steve having to be carried away stuck with Jess, and it was her turn to be angry. “So Max told you to stay. I didn’t realize a thirteen-year-old child ran this shit show. I guess she’s right though, considering we’re friends now and all.” Billy now stared back at her, and she didn’t like this new twinkle in his eye. He then flicked his lips with his tongue and flashed yet another not-so-original smile, one she could see right through, one that he seemed to have practiced in the mirror a dozen times before this interaction, and though his mouth was no longer dark red, she liked this smile much less than the ones previously.

“Steve Harrington. He’s my friend. You and me. We’re not friends.”

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