#nai x female reader

[peachsayshi]

bruised petal 

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ nai x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

wc: 3,000+

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notes:  this is a short story - I have plans for a part 2 from the reader’s pov. not sure if I will write anything beyond that as of now xo 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: royal au; angsty; nai’s feelings get hurt :c; inexperienced nai; pining; mentions of vashwood; mentions of arranged marriages; mentions of infidelity; sacrilege (?); 

Nai felt the ground beneath his feet disappear. The voices surrounding him turn into static while the vibrant gowns and suited garments blend together with a swipe of a single brushstroke. Suddenly he can’t see the picture clearly, and his blue eyes sting as he widens them with unpleasant surprise. 

Did you really just say that? he thinks with a furrow of his brows. 

Did you really just say that…that you hate him? 

You?

His entire body pulses as he stumbles over his long stride, pushing past the crowd of dignitaries to make his way outside. There is no room for manners, no reason to murmur an “excuse me” with the way his heart is racing, with the way his mind is spinning in pirouettes like the dancers around him. The ballroom suddenly feels claustrophobic, and he needs to get some fresh hair after your words knocked the wind out of him. 

Each step towards the garden is a reminder of why he disliked this castle, of the despise he feels towards the opulence of it all. The gaudy interior is a representation of the vast wealth and history that his family inherited once they overthrew the old kingdom, and symbolized the sacrifices that were made to keep the power. 

He escapes into the gardens, the scent of blooming moonflowers greeting him upon arrival but the fragrance only exacerbates his faint mind. He settles onto the marble bench hidden between the bushes before releasing a long, drawn out exhale that he didn’t even realize he was holding in. 

Nai’s throat tightens - of course, your words came with a reason…it’s just after everything, he didn’t expect to hear them from you.

Nai and his brother were the brains behind the kingdom’s thriving agricultural trade, but controlling the abundance of the land was only possible because of him. Both brothers held equal accomplishments that garnered them a level of respect that went beyond their royal titles, but it still wasn’t enough to win over the people’s hearts because of the blood on Nai’s hands. 

Without his action his family and people would have suffered under the hands of brutal terror, and with that Nai had no regrets.

When he fought fire with fire, everyone was suddenly petrified of the beast who was crowned the winner.

He knew that most people didn’t take well to his personality or his beliefs. His distrust towards others was purely a fault of his own but one he couldn’t easily shake. The old kingdom had planted a seed of hatred that sprouted into an undying tree within him. Unlike his brother, Nai held onto his grudges which allowed them to fuel his motivation for control. His “odd” behavior led to petty gossip of why he’s remained a king with no wife or heir, but his reputation of being the “radical twin” preceeded everything else. His subjects thought he was cruel and cold, comparing him to a chilly tundra unlike his twin who is regarded as the warmth of summer. 

Vash’s smile can radiate an entire room, while Nai’s eclipses the light.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and Nai knew that Vash would never be capable of carrying these burdens while keeping a pragmatic mind. His kindhearted nature would always get the better of him, and Nai was fully aware that the power that he holds can only exist with malice by his side. 

However, Vash still remains his most trusted confidant despite living his life at his own free will. He maintains the peace between the kingdoms, since many of the leaders refuse to deal with the “stubborn and sadistic” king himself. Vash’s personality earned him many friends and plenty of connections, and somewhere through the grapevines, you came into the picture.  

Nai was suspicious of you at first. He couldn’t understand why you were hanging around his brother like a moth to a flame. Using his spies to pry into your motives, Nai soon learned that your family had expectations on you marrying the duke. This fact only made his wariness over you grow, because even though he couldn’t stand most people around him, Nai did cherish his own brother with unconditional love. 

Marrying into their family would garner you power, status and most importantly, influence.

“Does she even know about the priest?” he blantantly asked Vash over dinner one night. 

Vash’s cheeks turned pink, and he awkwardly laughed before scratching the back of his head nervously. “You mean Nicholas?”

Nai rolled his eyes, “You know that’s who I’m talking about...”

“O-Of course she does! I had her visit the church just the other day. She wanted to sit through one of his sermons...” 

Nai picked up the glass of wine before puffing out an exhale. His brother always maintained a level of innocence by playing stupid, but Nai knew his secret. His little trysts with the priest have been brought to his attention many times before, but the king quickly dismissed the blabbering rats that were festering around the castle for the sake of his brother’s honor. 

He pieced together why Vash was entertaining this silly courtship right then and there - a marriage would be the perfect solution to squash any rumors about him and the priest. 

“You’ll need my blessing for this to carry on further...” 

Vash’s smile fell, “I hope you’ll give it to me...” 

Nai placed the glass down on the table, flicking his gaze upward to look directly into the eyes of his twin. 

“If that’s what you want” he conceded, knowing full well that Vash has forgiven him for far worse.

After that day, your visits were extended which led to you residing in the castle for an extended period of time in the last year. Nai may have given his brother the blessing he needed to carry on this facade, but he chose to keep his distance from the messy entanglement altogether. A part of him didn’t want to admit that he was the slightest bit jealous of his twin who had all the means to swing a beautiful woman like yourself even under the disguise of a lie, whereas Nai easily turned heads in the other direction.  

None of these things should have even mattered, until one fateful night when he caught you by yourself in his private garden. 

You were standing there admiring the night flowers in bloom, delicately arching forward to breathe in the scent emanating from purple and violet petals. The king is familiar with beauty - he’s seen plenty of attractive faces within his court and at royal balls - but there was something about the moon’s bright light radiating around you like a halo that rendered him speechless. You weren’t just another pretty face, you were a stunning creature straight out of the myths that he loved to read, a living goddess who made his heart skip over itself effortlessly. 

When you raised up from sniffing another flower is when you finally caught his gaze, and Nai quickly buried his feelings as he furrowed the front of his blonde brows with annoyance. 

“What are you doing here?” he snapped through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into his palm and noticing only then that you were clutching a journal tightly against your chest. 

“Your majesty,” you replied calmly with a courtsey, a slight shake in your voice the only indication of your nervous tone. “My apologies, I...I simply wanted to see your garden. Vash...uhm-..I mean, the duke, told me it is one of the marvels of your kingdom...” 

Nai hated the way his cheeks warmed at your saccharine voice. He could feel the tips of his ears turning a deep crimson, but he wasn’t going to drop his defenses over empty compliments. 

With his head held high he strode towards you, gazing down at you with sharp, condescending eyes and a disapproving frown. He heard you draw a tiny inhale as he stopped just an inch away, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you into running off scared like a frightened rabbit. 

“I-I’ve never seen an angel lotus before,” you stammered out your excuse, and glanced toward the bed of light blue flowers beside you. You proceeded to pull the journal away from your chest, your shaky fingers flicking through the pages until you found just the one you were looking for. “I’ve heard they are quite rare to source and are extremely temperamental to care for...” 

Nai arched his brow as you showed him the inside of your notebook. At first he wanted to scoff and knock it out of your hands, but the minute he caught sight of your handwriting, he found himself pausing. 

His slender, long digits reached for leather, and he clasped your journal in his hands as he scanned over the pages. 

There were detailed notes of various flora, fauna, plants and herbs. You had drawings of each of them, dissecting parts of their anatomy and making little notes where you cross referenced the species. He skimmed through the pages, brushing over the messy lines and various points in between - a collection of facts and thoughts that you accumulated through time. 

“Forgive me for overstepping, your majesty, I-I didn’t mean to snoop-” 

“Angel lotus’ aren’t temperamental, they are sensitive..” he interjected as he continued sifting through your notes, all the while swallowing the flutter of excitement he was feeling at this very moment. “..according to legend, the seeds were gifted by ancient gods who wanted to bring a piece of heaven to humans, they were never meant to exist in our world which is why it’s so hard for them to thrive in our environment...” 

“Is that so?” 

Nai shut the journal close, returning to meet your curious eyes as he handed the book back. “Their petals bruise easily, they wilt with the slightest change in the weather, they refuse to sprout if the soil isn’t right...but with enough patience they learn to adapt, to adjust, to grow...they don’t require attention, they demand it”

You smiled at his little tale with intrigue, and the man’s chest grew uncomfortably tight.

“Where did you learn all this, your majesty?”

He reached his finger over to a single flower, brushing the pad of his digit just underneath the petal and you swore in that moment you watched it nuzzle lovingly against him. 

“My mother taught me...”

That conversation was the start of it all. 

Night after night, Nai would search for you in his garden. At first he would pretend to be surprised to find you there until eventually he became comfortable meeting you casually. The two of you would spend hours talking about your love for the natural world. Nai answered your questions about the variety of rare plants he grew in garden, and in return you offered tips from your own bank of knowledge that you aquired over time.

Eventually those conversations delved into deeper, more personal things. Botanical topics were replaced with childhood stories and hard truths, deep thoughts and sighing dreams. You were cautiously prying him open, and he found himself revealing all the skeletons in his closet. 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked on your last night before heading home, while the both of you were standing outside his glass greenhouse. 

You leaned back against the pillar of the gazebo placed just at the front, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from smirking - a nervous trait that the king had grown entirely too fond of. 

“Should there be a reason to fear you, your majesty?” 

“I have enough blood on my hands to fill an entire river,” he stated quite matter of factly, his cold eyes diminishing the blooming warmth in yours.

He watched your face fall, making him huff with acknowledgement until you caught him by surprise when you boldly reached for his hand. 

“As does every other ruler,” you replied honestly. 

“None were as violent…” 

“The tyrant who ruled this kingdom reaped the benefits of it’s resources while allowing his people to suffer under poverty and enslavement. Now, it’s thriving once more…”

He was taken aback by your insistence...by your desire to find honor in his actions. 

Nobody else in the world saw him this way.

All they saw was the homicidal maniac who slaughtered anyone who opposed him.

He snatched his hand away from underneath your palm in agitation, growing increasingly more frustrated that you were making it difficult for him to ignore his infatuation over you.

At least if you hated him things would far, far simpler.

Nai used his hand to hook around the back of your neck. “Maybe you should be afraid. I can easily take advantage of you at anytime,” he loosely threatened, feigning his intimidation as his heart drummed between his ribs. “ruin you for any other man, soil your reputation...” 

Your throat bobbed when you swallowed a gulp of air, but the interaction only resulted in you tilting your head up and brushing your lips over his own as you held your ground. 

“Then ruin me”  

Whatever power he thought he possessed over you dissipated in that instance. Nai loosened his grip and exchanged it for a delicate caress as he slowly stroked his thumb along the column of your neck. He hesitated for only a moment, before pressing his lips onto yours and planting a chaste kiss. He lingered for a few seconds until a shiver crawled up his back, and forced him away. 

He was highly aware of his own self conscious, and wondered if you could taste his inexperience. Dropping his hand by his side, Nai lowered his shameful eyes as he tried to compose his behavior.

A gentle touch forced his chin upward, and you expanded your fingers across his jawline to return him back to his previous position. 

“May I, your majesty?” you asked feverishly. 

“Don’t…” he adamantly rejected.

“Please, Nai?”

Hearing his name purr out of you in a dreamy, dulcet tone had him weak in the knees. He should put you back in your place and remind you of who you were speaking to, but instead the man simply nodded his head. 

You tapped your forehead against his and kissed the corner of his mouth.  

“I’ll guide you,” you whispered, like it was a secret that you were swearing to keep. 

Usually he would fight and argue over the indecency of it all, but this was a special case. He soaked every little peck you delivered before parting his mouth and allowing the sweetness of your tongue to slide along his.

He explored you with boyish wonderment, languidly finding his own rhythm to your tender movements. You leaned back and allowed the pillar to brace you as your arms circled around his neck to pull him closer. His hands fell to your waist, gripping the fabric as his thumb rubbed over the material to feel the boning of your corset underneath. The touch starved king suddenly realized his own hunger when he devoured you, with the kiss growing increasingly more desperate the longer he savored you. 

When he pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes filtered with lust as they fell to your heaving breasts and swollen lips slick with spit. His digits dug into your waist, a desire to knead your soft skin at the forefront of his mind. He arched down once more to nibble on your bottom lip, before creating a short trail where he left a few light kisses on your jaw and one on the exposed part of your neck. He nipped and sucked on the tender flesh, feeling your hand grip the threads of his golden hair as you hissed with pleasure. 

When he pulled away he smoothed his thumb over the area where he marked you, dragging his finger back and forth across the imprint with satisfaction. 

Blue eyes caught yours in a heated stare, but no other words were spoken. He carefully retracted himself from your body, only leaving his hand intertwined in yours as he carefully led you back to the palace before separating himself when you both were within visual sight. 

He went to bed that night with chills and an ache tearing him up from the inside. The strain in his pants was unbearable, and for the first time in years the man stroked himself to a desperate release. 

The king only realized the severity of his actions when he saw his brother the next morning. Vash was seeing you off, and the two of you were in the middle of a conversation while absentmindedly staring at the footmen who were loading all your things onto the carriage. 

“What a nasty little bug bite, you have...” he overheard Vash state with indifference.

“Y-Yes, it’s quite strange,” you replied coyly, covering the bruise with your gloved fingertips. “I really should be more careful spending all my time outdoors...” 

Nai couldn’t resist but smile quietly to himself, approaching the two of you with confidence as he watched his brother study the mark that he left. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, prompting both you and Vash to face his direction. 

“Your majesty,” you curtseyed instantly, the tiny sparkle in your eye sending his heart racing.  

“You’re here!” Vash greeted politely, “What a surprise! I didn’t think you would show up...”

Nai remained poised, but his gaze never left yours. “She’ll be apart of this family soon,” he announced casually, “plus, I found this out in the garden and I figured you might want it...” 

From behind his back he revealed your leather-bound journal that he sneakily managed to swipe from your room thanks to a couple of servants. 

“My notebook! I was looking for this all morning!” you remarked with relief, forgetting yourself and your manners for a moment. 

Vash chuckled as he reached for the book from his brother’s hand and passed it along to you. Only then did he notice that longing gaze that lingered, and he flashed his brother a puzzled expression as he shifted his eyes back and forth between you both. 

Nai gave you a slight bow as a dismissal, “very well then, I guess we’ll see you in three weeks time” 

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly while trying your best not to allow the awkwardness to linger. 

“We’ll be announcing the engagement at the ball,” Vash pointed out, cutting the tension with a sharp pair of scissors with words that coiled around the king’s heart. “Now that we have both our families blessing” 

“Indeed,” Nai bitterly acknowledged. 

The man releases another long exhale, his eyes fixateing on the crescent moon and bursting stars above. The silence was stirring up every precious encounter, but all Nai could think about is how your voice didn’t sound like one that belonged to you when you adamantly claimed that you hated him. 

All this time, he assumed that maybe there was something more, that for the first time somebody saw the man buried underneath the weight of the crown. He sifts through he memories in search for something that he might have missed. An unknown signal of betrayal or a wicked glint in your eye masked behind your kindness that would indicate some level of deceit. 

He grimaces at the thought, the strain inside his chest prompting him to bury his hands deep into the heel of his palms. 

He can’t help but wonder if you read the letter that he tucked into your journal on that fateful morning before your departure, all the while thinking if he is truly so despicable that even at his most sincere, he isn’t worthy of any kind of love. 

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[opal-orchard]

warmth & respite

18+ mdni!!! • fluff, smut (oral/face-sitting receiver!Ellie)

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Ellie’s had a difficult day, only you can give her what she needs.

1.5k words

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a/n: hi i’m nai! please accept this as my offering to the tlou community. i’m not new to writing or tumblr but this is my first tlou work and my first time writing a full smut so pls be nice lol. if there’s anything you want to see me write my ask box is open :)

i hope you enjoy it and if you do pls reblog and follow, i rlly want to make moots on this side of tumblr, you all are so unhinged and gay (my kind of people!)

The door to your shared studio slams shut, you don’t need to guess who it is —you could tell by the sound of her footsteps approaching the door. But you look up anyways and watch a disgruntled Ellie throw her dripping backpack onto the ground, her face twisted into a scowl.

“Patrols have been fucking insufferable lately,” she groans bitterly to no one in particular, removing her gear from her backpack and thigh holster.

You set your novel down and prop yourself up on your elbow, watching her intently. You know when she’s like this all she needs is you to listen.

She’s soaking wet, making her muscular arms glisten, and her tight black jeans and tank top press against her body. You salivate looking at how the fabric of her jeans hug every curve.

“I keep getting assigned to train Evan,” she continues, still fixed on putting away her gear, “He thinks he knows Every. Fucking. Thing!” She slams her drawer shut with a groan.

“And he’s so fucking annoying. Keeps trying to ask me stupid questions cause I like girls, and of course we had to take the river trail today, so that dick had to make sure I got all fucking wet!”

She glances over at you for the first time, and her demeanor softens. “Hey you,” she exhales.

“Hey. Sorry about your day,” you respond back.

“I need a shower, I’ll be back,” she says, heading towards her bathroom, peeling off her top as she walks, making you revel in the sight of her wet back muscles.

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She emerges from her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, her short hair damp and a little messy. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she softly rubs her hand along your leg, as if to remind herself you’re tangible and alive.

“Hey babe,” she says with all the gentleness she can muster, a soft smile on her face. Your eyes meet hers, and time stills. You’ll never grow used to her calling you that, no matter how many times she does. Warmth spreads through your stomach anytime her voice is this soft and raspy.

“Sorry I was …like that earlier. Just had a bad day.”

Wordlessly, you crawl behind her and wrap your arms around her bare shoulders, pressing soft kisses along her neck and cheek. Her skin is soft with a tinge of lemongrass from her soap.

“No need to apologize, my love,” you say, pressing your face against the curve of her neck, “I’m just happy you’re home safe.”

“Me too,” Ellie whispers, planting a kiss on your arm.

You two revel in this moment—in the relationship you’ve built, full of warmth and respite from the violent, cruel world you live in. You think of all the ways you want to make Ellie feel good.

You turn her face towards yours and press your lips against hers. Ellie’s lips are soft and she opens her mouth to let you take the lead for a little before she kisses you back with intensity. It makes you moan into her mouth and she takes that opportunity to plant open mouth kisses against your jaw and neck.

The sensation leaves you breathless but you gently push her back before you’re too far gone. “Wait— Ellie, I— I wanna— can I eat you out?”

She bites her lip, and a playful smile forms, “Can you?” before returning to your neck. A challenge. You make your lips meet hers again for a sloppy kiss and undo her towel; Ellie gasps into your mouth at the sensation of the cool air hitting her exposed skin. A string of saliva connects your mouths when you pull away and she’s flushed, the skin under her freckles a dusty rose.

You wrap your arms around her back and press your clothed chest against her bare breasts, it’s your turn to leave her breathless with open mouth kisses. “Mmmm you feel good, babe,” she purrs, her head tilted sideways from bliss. Ellie grips your shoulder and presses your head deeper in the crook of her neck.

Growing needier, Ellie rubs her chest against yours. The sensation of her bare nipples against the fabric of your top making her breaths more erratic. You lean down to take one in your mouth and she whines, gripping you tighter. “Ooh shit!”

Kissing the space between her breasts, you let your hands roam her body and her skin is hot to the touch. Liquid pools on the tips of your fingers when you reach down to touch her pussy, her swollen lips spreading with so much ease. She’s soaking wet and scorching hot, and the contact makes her jolt with pleasure.

Ellie watches, transfixed as you put those fingers in your mouth with unwavering eye contact. “Shit,” she grits, in this moment, something snaps— and you both know what’s about to happen.

Ellie shuffles off the bed and stands in front of your face. She loves being above you when you eat her out. You pause and marvel at her curves from her chiseled shoulders down to her hips, how her figure widens and narrows, then widens again. How her taut stomach leads to her most intimate spot that’s hovering right before your mouth. You scoot to the edge of the bed and Ellie props her leg on it to give you access.

Bound by the urge to be more intimate, you wrap your arm around Ellie’s thigh and pull your bodies closer. Looking up to meet her affectionate eyes you’re overwhelmed with a desire to savor her, to pleasure her. No one else has ever made you feel desire and warmth as searing and intense as she has.

Dragging your fingers from her belly button to her labia, you use your index and middle finger to open her lips, and a swollen sappy clit greets you. You take it into your mouth to suck—your lips between her lips and moan at the sensation that runs through your body.

Ellie’s mouth falls agape and her eyebrows contort in bliss, “Oh you good girl, oh fu— just like that!” She cradles the back of your head and rubs your scalp affectionately.

You grip the flesh of her ass and thighs tighter and swirl your tongue around her clit and suck on her folds. “Ugh just like that,” she rasps, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth, her hand gripping your hair a little tighter. You lick laps from her clit to her entrance and she bucks against your face.

She can get a little bossy when you fuck, you love when she tells you what to do, “Put your tongue inside,” she commands her voice raspy and breathy, she spreads her leg a little farther and pushes your face deeper in her pussy. You oblige, swirling your tongue around her swollen entrance before pushing inside. Ellie tilts her head back and releases a loud, guttural moan, so unfiltered and unafraid. You’re french kissing her pussy now, your lips pressing against and sucking her entrance to get your tongue as far inside.

Her juices are all over your lips and nose and cheeks, some beginning to drip down your jaw and chin.

“F-fuck, I need more,” Ellie gasps and with a swift motion she pushes you flat on the bed. She’s positioning her pussy on your face before you can ask questions, and she continues grinding into your mouth and nose. Your arms are awkwardly suspended in the air before you settle them on her waist.

You’re transfixed by her taste, her scent, her lascivious sounds filling the room, the sight of her head tilted back in bliss and her stomach flexing as she gyrates on your mouth. “Oh babe—oh babe!,” she moans, her face contorted and eyes completely glossy with pleasure.

She’s practically using your mouth and nose as she sloppily grinds her folds over them. Your mouth is growing sore but all you care about is getting her there, you stick your tongue back inside her, and she’s gone.

You grab her hips to help her ride through her orgasm. She releases a lascivious moan and bucks her hips one last time before she melts, her body limp and her chest heaving, her pussy sopping wet and throbbing. Creamy white sap oozes onto your lips and you lick it, savoring her taste.

You watch her stomach muscles flex as she lifts her leg to dismount you, and in this moment you realize just how dazed and aroused and transfixed you are. But content more than anything, that you could give the girl you love so much pleasure.

She collapses beside you and grabs your jaw, kissing you with tongue. “I needed that babe. I love you… so much” she says softly and licks her lips. She languidly wipes her thumb along your cheeks and puts it in her mouth.

You watch her and you both lay there motionless, placid from bliss, but it’s getting harder to see her clearly with the room growing darker. You peek out the window and the sun is setting in the summer sky, “Ugh, it’s getting late, I should head to Tipsy Bison and get you something to eat befor-“

Ellie grabs your arm and firmly pulls you back onto the bed in one graceful, effortless motion. She’s still laying there blissed out and it reminds you just how easily she can overpower you if she desires.

“I’d rather skip to dessert.”

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a/n: in retrospect i don’t think this position would work unless ellie’s bed is really short…

i’ve read this over so many times i’m starting to hate it, so if there’s a mistake i apologize lmao. my goal is to not be so hard on myself and just write more lmao

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[youatemylollipop]

hello i hope you're well! for when the time comes that you'll be open for requests could i put in one about how gintoki and katsura (separate) would feel about the kiss marks left behind from their s/o's lipstick/gloss? Would they be embarrassed, would they Like it, would it be a turn on, that sort of thing (bonus idea what about an s/o who likes receiving kisses from paako and zurako 🫣)

thank you ♡!!

A/N: I am seriously hoping that this didn’t get as bad as I think it did.🙃

Ft: Katsura Kotarō & Sakata Gintoki, bonus ➵ Pako & Zurako (Gintama).

Katsura Kotarō

➵ Unlike Gintoki, Katsura finds the kiss marks left by his s/o's lipstick or gloss to be quite attractive. He loves showing them off to his friends and boasting about how great his s/o is.

➵ Katsura is also quite affectionate with his s/o, but in a more reserved and gentlemanly way. He likes holding their hand and giving them chaste kisses on the cheek.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the neck, Katsura finds it very sensual and romantic. He likes the feeling of their lips on his skin and often tilts his head to give them better access.

➵ Katsura is a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to relationships. He believes in courtship and chivalry, and likes to treat his s/o like royalty.

➵ However, he's not opposed to a bit of adventure in the bedroom. Katsura enjoys trying out new positions and techniques with his s/o, as long as it's done with love and respect.

➵ Katsura is a very creative person, and he likes to express his love for his s/o through art and poetry. He's not the best artist or poet, but his s/o always appreciates the effort.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the lips, Katsura likes to take things slow and savor the moment. He often closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the sensation.

➵ Katsura also loves giving his s/o small gifts and surprises to show how much he cares. He likes to hide little notes or trinkets around their apartment for them to find.

➵ Despite his reserved nature, Katsura has a bit of a wild side. He enjoys going out with his s/o.

You lean in to kiss Katsura on the neck, your lips leaving behind a mark of your lipstick. You feel his body shiver slightly under your touch, and you smile to yourself, knowing how much he enjoys this.

"Is that a new shade of lipstick?" Katsura asks, turning his head to look at you with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, it is. Do you like it?" You reply, tracing your finger along the mark on his neck.

"I do," he says, his voice softening. "I find it quite attractive, actually."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, and you lean in to kiss him again, this time pressing your lips a bit harder against his skin. Katsura lets out a quiet sigh, tilting his head to give you better access.

"You know, I think I like this more than I thought I would," he says, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

"Really? I'm glad," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through your body at his touch.

Katsura pulls you closer to him, his other hand resting on your waist. You feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I love you, my dear."

You smile, feeling your heart swell with love for this reserved and gentlemanly man who makes you feel so cherished. You lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and he returns the gesture, holding your hand tightly in his.

As you both stand there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. This is where you belong, in Katsura's arms, leaving your mark on his neck and his heart.

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Gintoki is a bit self-conscious about the kiss marks left by his s/o's lipstick or gloss, but he tries to play it cool by acting like he doesn't care. However, deep down, he finds it a bit embarrassing.

➵ On the other hand, Gintoki really enjoys leaving kiss marks on his s/o's skin, especially if it makes them blush or giggle.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the neck, Gintoki finds it really ticklish, but he tries to hold back his laughter to avoid looking too vulnerable.

➵ Despite his reputation as a womanizer, Gintoki is actually quite shy when it comes to initiating physical contact with his s/o. He often waits for them to make the first move.

➵ However, once he gets going, Gintoki is very affectionate and loves cuddling with his s/o. He especially likes nuzzling his face into their hair.

➵ Gintoki is a bit of a romantic at heart, but he often hides it behind his sarcasm and cynicism. He secretly loves watching cheesy romance movies and reading sappy love stories.

➵ When his s/o kisses him on the lips, Gintoki likes to deepen the kiss and explore their mouth with his tongue. He finds it very intimate and passionate.

➵ Gintoki also loves leaving little love notes for his s/o, either on paper or on their phone. He enjoys coming up with witty and humorous messages to make them smile.

➵ Whenever his s/o is feeling down or stressed out, Gintoki likes to give them gentle massages to help them relax. He's surprisingly good at it!

➵ Finally, Gintoki is a big fan of role-playing in the bedroom. He enjoys pretending to be a different character or trying out new scenarios with his s/o.

You sit at the bar, sipping on your cocktail, while Gintoki nurses his glass of sake next to you. You couldn't resist leaving a few lipstick marks on his cheek earlier, as a sign of your affection. But you notice he seems a bit self-conscious about them, even though he tries to act cool and nonchalant.

As you chat and laugh, you lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, causing his body to tense up. You know he's incredibly ticklish, but he tries to hold back his laughter to avoid looking too vulnerable.

"Ticklish, huh?" You tease, running your fingers over his neck.

Gintoki tries to deny it, but you can tell by the way his body reacts that he's telling a fib. You lean in to kiss him again, this time on the lips, and he relaxes into the moment, forgetting all about the lipstick marks on his cheek.

After a few more drinks and some more teasing, Gintoki finally gives in and lets out a loud laugh as you tickle him. You can see the vulnerability in his eyes, but you also see the love he has for you.

As you leave the bar, you link your arm with his, feeling grateful to have him by your side. Even if you leave lipstick marks all over his face and tickle him until he can't breathe, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonus (Pako & Zurako)

[ I was debating whether to use 'she' or 'he' pronouns, and now I'm just confused. 😫 ]

Pako (Sakata Gintoki)

➵ Pako is a bit shy when it comes to public displays of affection, but when she's alone with her s/o, she's more than happy to shower them with kisses.

➵ She loves the feeling of being close to someone and making them happy, and she finds that kissing is one of the best ways to do that. Her kisses are often playful and teasing, but when she's feeling especially affectionate, they can be quite passionate and intense.

➵ Pako likes to surprise her s/o with kisses when they least expect it. She'll sneak up behind them and plant a quick kiss on their cheek or forehead, or she'll pull them into a sudden, passionate kiss when they're least expecting it.

➵ Her s/o never knows when she's going to strike, but they love the feeling of being constantly surprised by her affection.

➵ Pako loves to give her s/o butterfly kisses. She'll flutter her eyelashes against their cheek or nose, making them laugh and squirm with delight.

➵ She finds it incredibly cute and endearing when her s/o giggles or blushes from her butterfly kisses, and she loves nothing more than making them feel happy and loved.

Zurako (Katsura Kotarō)

➵ Zurako is a very romantic person, and she loves to show her affection through physical touch. She’s always happy to give her s/o kisses, whether they're quick pecks on the cheek or long, passionate smooches.

➵ She finds kissing to be a very intimate and meaningful act, and she enjoys the feeling of being close to her s/o.

➵ Zurako is a bit of a hopeless romantic, and she loves to sweep her s/o off their feet with grand romantic gestures. She’ll often surprise them with kisses in unexpected places, like on a park bench or in the middle of a crowded street.

➵ She loves to make her s/o feel special and loved, and she’ll go to great lengths to show them how much she cares.

➵ Zurako's kisses are often very sweet and gentle. She loves to hold her s/o close and nuzzle their neck or ear before giving them a soft, tender kiss.

➵ She finds it incredibly romantic to share small, intimate moments like these with her s/o, and she treasures every chance she gets to show them how much she loves them.

#request #answered <3 #ask me anything #gintama #gintama x reader #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #gintoki x reader #sakata gintoki x reader #katsura kotarou #katsura x reader #zura #zura ja nai katsura da #headcanons #gintama headcanons #scenarios #scenario #headcanon #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Clone trooper x female reader prompt/Confession:

Y'all love the 'There's only one bed trope' right?

Well; what about having to share a sleeping bag or those tiny one man tents with your handsome clone trooper crush?

Like, it's just big enough for the two of you to fit comfortably, but you're both really pressed up against one another and what if he gets really turned on and you're just trying to get comfortable, squirming and rubbing against him and he either ends up accidentally creaming his blacks and having to try to act like nothing happened because he hasn't even told you he likes you yet and what if you don't feel the same/think he's a creep etc and all of that silly junk.

Confession: I have such a HUGE thing for guys being so turned on they lose control and cream themselves fully clothed - IMAGINE MAKING OUR COMMANDO BOYS CREAM THEIR BLACKS IN FULL ARMOR AND WE'D HAVE NO IDEA (Unless they'd admit to it. I mean, with how little alone time they get at times, they'd be pretty pent up and doesn't seem like it'd be too far fetched or uncommon.)

I know some of them might worry because they think they should be above 'creaming themselves like a shiny' but nah Honey to me that's super HOTT.

OR- He just gets super horny, you notice, start getting horny too, you both admit to liking each other, que steamy make out and dry humping scene until you both cum fully clothed. You can decide whether y'all end up going all the way afterwards or waiting until you've got more freedom of movement for that.

But yeah, just thought I'd share.

Have Fun~😏💚

#star wars the clone wars #clone trooper x female reader smut #smut scenario prompt #filth #filthy thoughts #smutty confessions #feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want #feel free to use #what do y'all think? #star wars thots #clone troopers creaming their blacks is HOT #yay or nay? #let the clones have fun #enjoy #youre welcome

[twizzledx]

shikomori x fem reader

IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING  Kawaii dake ja Nai Shikimori-san AND I HAD TO WRITE THIS BCAUSE SHES SOOO HOT OMG.

shiko and you have recently started dating but keeping it under raps cause it could get a little complicated if people found out. She wasn't really estatic on the idea but she went with it because it was YOUR wishes so. But that doesnt mean she isn't affectionate around people because ohoho she is...

Whenever you went to school you always go together and she always walks you back to your house no matter if its raining or 98 degrees, she will always make sure you made it back safe. And since you have a habit of forgetting to text her your home she has to check herself.

When your near friends you dont want to be too touchy yk? so you keep contact to a minimal therefore looking like distant friends, or a friend of a friend. Shiko is very upset since she cant tell guys or girls for that matter to back off. So sometimes under your desks during class you hold her hand and she totally short circuits <33.

Since you are more on the aggressive and competitive type she tries to tone down for you so your ego doesn't get hurt to much, like when you were playing bowling ball and she scored all strikes, or when you were playing dodgeball and she got you out first everytime, or when you were roller skating and when you guys raced you fell on your ASS while she gracefully glided back towards you asking if you were okay.

This infuriated you to an extent, but when you saw her worried expression you let it go. For now. But don't get me wrong she doesn't win ALL the time. Sometimes you win and she gets worked up because lets be honest, shes not used to losing, but when she sees the smile on your face she can't help but feel happy too.

And she always puts you first, accident wise. you aren't known for the best of luck so you get into... frequent accidents but of course your not hurt because of shikomori. she would literally push you against the wall to move you out of the way from a truck (im not kidding watch the show). Very serious of your well being and safety (her #1 priority) so never be afraid when your w her <3.

In conclusion she would be the BEST gf and go watch 'Kawaii dake ja Nai Shikimori-san' (Shikimori's not just cute)

#shikimori san #kawaii dake ja nai shikimori san #x reader #female #fem reader #gay couple #pride month #wlw blog #lesbian #wlw post #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #anime #writers #cute #fem x fem #self ship

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Gareki X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Ever since Gareki was taken in by Circus, he keeps heading butts with the princess of the organization. However, on this fateful night, true feelings between them emerged.

Word Count: 1,460

"Rion... everyone... I'm sorry, I just can't stop myself..." [Y/n]'s sobs echoed through the dense clearing. She stood still in the middle of the clear field near the forest as she looked at the full moon above her, it's light shone down to her [h/c] ombre hair and gave off a sparkle. 'I thought I can finally close my emotions away.'

"Why are you here?" a familiar voice entered the female's ear as she tilted her head to look back at the male, her back still facing him.

"Oh... it's you, Gareki-kun," the girl returned her gaze towards the dark skies as she reached out her left arm towards the moon.

"What are you doing?" Gareki questioned as he walked towards the girl. "Did you not sleep?"

"I always wake up at this time, especially when the full moon is up," [Y/n] stared at the bluish-white moon and admired its light. "You know, my surname came from the moon."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Gareki stood behind her and waited for explanations.

"When I was still a kid, I lost my older brother in an incident. One day, a mysterious group of people ravaged our hometown. They killed everyone and took my brother. I saw how they awfully beat my brother when he tried to protect me while I escape. I regret doing so, but staying with him would be a death wish. That's when I lost my first and original family..." [Y/n] retreated her arm and smile sadly to herself. Remembering the painful memories. "I grew up alone and decided to find shelter and food. I tried to beg people from other villages to give me at least a piece of bread, but no, they are too selfish to give something."

"Weak and tired, I came upon an orphanage during the full moon—where it was at its highest peak as its blinding bluish-white light shone down upon me. There I was rescued by twelve children the same age as me. They were the orphans of that orphanage, and so they also decided to take me in."

"They treated me well and we get along with each other, and they became my best friends and I treat them as my second family. They asked me about my name, and so I answered them my name. Though I don't remember my surname at that time, and they called me Moonlight."

[Y/n] touched her ombre locks and let it follow the wind. "They told me once: 'Your hair resembles the full moon when where we first found you. We will now call you [Y/n] Moonlight because of it.'"

"Having them as my family really is nice. When we got older, we decided to leave the orphanage, but we weren't allowed too. One night, the same mysterious people from before appeared and destroyed the village. They murdered innocent people and burned the houses down. I and my friends escaped, and luckily, Hirato-san found us."

"He instantly took us under his care for years. And with a clear desire, I joined Circus to kill those bastards that took my older brother. My friends also joined, and since Hirato-san told us that we have unbelievable capabilities and skills, he formed the Special Resonance Ops."

Warm tears ran down [Y/n]'s cheeks as she continued to smile at the memory. "Our mission is to kill Vaguras and gain information about the Kafka. And of course, Hirato-san put me in charge. My friends called me Mistress Moonlight and they called themselves Twelve Knights. They always treated me like a princess—like a royalty to be protected from any danger."

"But of course, every up has its downfall..."

Gareki listened attentively to her. [Y/n] turned her heels and looked at him with tear-stained cheeks accompanied with a pain-filled smile. The ravenette was taken aback and in an instant, he realized what she meant earlier this afternoon.

'You don't understand how much it hurts to lose your very family twice because of those damn Varugas. If you felt how much it hurts, then that's the time you should judge me!'

He realized that this girl standing in front of him experienced greater pain than he felt. He lost his foster brother, Yotaka, and foster older sister, Tsubaki. But [Y/n]'s case is graver than his. She lost her older brother, and still, her new family also died—her best friends. Without any hesitation, he pulled the ombre into his embrace and placed his chin on the crook of her neck. [Y/n]'s eyes widened in surprise at his actions, but then slowly, her eyes fluttered close. The tears that are building on the corners of her eyes escaped and fell down to her chin. Her teeth were gritted as she tried to suppress her sobs. Her arms found its way towards his back and gripped the jacket that he wore. Gareki looked down at the ground with his softened sapphire hues. A flashback of his family dying entered his mind and soon sent pain in his heart. His brows were knitted together as he closed his eyes, teeth gritted as he held her tightly.

'Damn!'

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, burying his face deep into her neck. "I'm so sorry..."

[Y/n]'s eyes widened in surprise to hear Gareki apologizing. She only met him a few days ago but learnt a lot about his personality, and she knows that Gareki isn't the type of person to apologize. She closed her eyes again as her sobs stopped, rubbing Gareki's back in circles.

"It's fine, Gareki-kun. You don't need to apologize." The girl nuzzled her face unto his shoulder as she removed the tears from her stained cheeks.

"No, it's my fault. I am selfish and hurt your feelings. I opened the painful memories that you locked away before. I should have known about you before saying stupid things." Gareki pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes. "I should really apologize to you because of it."

Gareki hung his head as he muttered his last statement. [Y/n] unconsciously touched the ravenette's cheeks. He lifted his head slowly and touched the warm, pale hand that was on his cheeks.

"I forgive you, Gareki-kun." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, though the guilt is still there." Gareki told her. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine, I understand." Ocuri chuckled slightly.

"You look weird when crying," the ravenette removed the tears from her eyes and cheeks with his hand.

"I know. That's why I never cry." The ombre sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

"Though, I would like to ask a favor."

"What would that be?"

"Open to us more."

Her [e/c] orbs widened in surprise after hearing his unexpected request. It took her a while to process what he said.

"Please..." Gareki took her hands into his as he pleaded. "You don't need to bear all the pain alone, we are here to help you."

"I-I...." The girl averted her gaze to avoid any eye contact from him. She gritted her teeth as she tried to fight back tears.

"Everyone is worried about you after your friends died. You locked away your emotions away and never tries to make strong bond with them because you are afraid of losing them again."

"H-how you know that?" she snapped her head to face the male as her eyes widened in shock.

"Jiki told me."

"Oh... I see..." her [e/c] orbs softened as he bit her lower lips. After a while, she hung her head down and leaned on Gareki's chest, hugging him. "I-I'll try to open up to you guys again..."

Gareki smiled wholeheartedly as he wrapped his arms around her back. "Don't worry, we will be here for you."

Standing from afar were the members of the Circus. Yogi, Juki, Tsukumo, Hirato, Kiichi, Iva, Tsukitachi and Nai watched the two from afar. They smiled to themselves knowing that the mistress of the special resonance ops is feeling well once again, and most of all, she will open up once again to them.

"[Y/n]-chan really has a horrid past." Nai muttered out loudly to himself, feeling sympathy for the girl.

"Yeah, Ocuri experinced the most pain here in Circus." Hirato said.

"That's why she locked herself away from us after the twelve knights die." Iva added.

"But I'm happy to see that Gareki-kun made her change her mind." Yogi stated.

"[Y/n]-chan deserve to be happy. And we are here to be with her." Jiki said as he smiled.

"You're right." Kiichi added.

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #angst #angst with comfort #light angst #angst with a hopeful ending #karneval #karneval x reader #gareki #gareki karneval #karneval gareki #gareki x reader #nai #nai karneval

[sagechanoafterdark]

Shoot Your Shot, Cupid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 3,770 Warnings: mature language, unbeata'd, soft Bucky, lets assume Sam set him up for this one, female coded reader, happy ending because we all deserve it, TIME SKIIIIIP, best friend with good intentions that shows up for one job and then disappears, speed dating, one obnoxious man, all the soft feelings.

Hello Kittens, and Happy Valentine's Day. It's been a while since I wrote... well anything and I was working on this for a couple of months but I think it's come all together now. Hope you enjoy it!

This couldn’t get much worse.

Tricked by your best friend.

Nay, betrayed.  

By someone you implicitly trusted.

There would be no forgiving this.

Never, not ever.

The dinner and drinks invitation a few days before the start of February was met with trepidation on your part. All Christmas season you’d feigned interest as Mellony, your best friend, thrust every single co-worker, neighbor, and wait staff at you to find you someone to share the holiday with.

You couldn’t blame her. After all, Mellony was blissfully happy with her fiancée and only wanted the same for you.

All that you could forgive.

But this?

This was a complete and utter betrayal.

A deep and unimpressed frown marred your face as Mellony took the sticky name tag off the table with her perfectly manicured nails. Peeling the back with an ear-to-ear grin and pressed it against your chest. “There,” she exclaimed with joy, lacing her fingers together. “Now you’re all set.”

Looking down at the beautifully scrawled letters framed by little hearts you couldn’t help but curl your lip and whine, “Mel, you promised.”

The blond snorted and rolled her enormous puppy dog eyes, “I never promised anything.” Looping her arm through yours she practically began to drag you through the convention center doors and past the sign that sealed your fate.

Cupids Bow Speed Dating Event.

“Yes, you did,” you reaffirmed. Glancing around the room packed full of men and women in a combination of sweaters, suits, and cocktail dresses. “You promised not to try and set me up with anyone again.”

“This is my speed dating event. It doesn’t count.”

“I can assure you it does.”

“Nooooo,” she practically sang, turning around on her heel with that adorable mischievous smile of hers. “I promised that I wouldn’t set you up with anyone I knew. Everyone here was vetted by my team. I don't know any of these people.”

Grumbling she began tugging you towards the stage as intro music began to play softly from the DJ booth. Mellony paused, gripping your hand tight and looking down at you as the DJ introduced her, “Please, stay? I just want you to find someone.”

“Mel,” you hissed with disapproval. “I don’t need to find someone.”

Whether or not she heard you was unclear as the music swelled and Mellony put on her famous razzle dazzle smile and waved at everyone as she took the microphone and the presentation began. Your eyes swung to the crowd of people, more than three dozen people silhouetted against the stage lights and it made you shiver.

This was going to be a disaster.

Twenty minutes later your mind was glazed over with the audacity of men.

With every new ding of the bell, you found yourself becoming more annoyed. The match-making event progressed easily. People were divided into groups based on results from a questionnaire, something you distinctly remember Mel presenting to you as a fun Cosmo quiz, while one group remained seated the others rotated around the room.

By some stroke of luck, you were one of the people destined to sit. But that also meant that total strangers would be coming to your table to chat with you.

In all your years of singledom,  you’d thought you’d heard it all. Too fat. Too loud. Too smart. Too opinionated. Those were old hat by now, and you weren’t immune to the bitter words from unimportant people.

“I suppose you’re an attractive woman,” the suit across from you said thoughtfully. His eyes never met yours, instead looking around the room likely for the next victim of his charm. “But I’m not really into your hair color. How would you feel about dying it?”

The question hung in the air as you waited for the man to look back at you. When his beady eyes returned to your face you couldn’t hide the disbelief, waving your hand in the air with an icy finality, “Absolutely not. You can go.”

He didn’t wait. Standing so quickly the chair scraped against the floor as he haughtily walked towards the bar. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you pulled out your phone and began to scroll social media waiting for the next bell in fifteen minutes.

Not the wildest thing you’d ever heard, but the gall of some people astounded even you sometimes. This also wasn’t the first event you’d been to that Mel had put on, you’d come to one or two as she’d begun her match-making service so you knew the ins and outs pretty well. But getting the same questions over and over was getting old fast.

What do you do for a living?

Where are you from?

What’s your family like?

What’s your perfect date idea?

BOR-ING!

Just once you’d like someone to ask you a real question, something thoughtful instead of the surface questions you’d find on social media.

You couldn’t believe you wore your favorite dress for this nonsense.

The bell dinged once again and the shadow of a new man sat in front of you.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” you said not looking up from the device in your hand.

“Come here often?”

“To a dating event? No,” the words were flowing out of your mouth easily. Canned responses for canned questions.

There was a heavy pause, “You seem bored.”

“That’s because I am.”

A muted scoff came from the other side of the table, “What would make it more interesting then?”

A long sigh escaped you as you continued scrolling on your phone, “If someone would ask me a question of substance, maybe I would give them a chance for conversation.”

Again a long stretching silence from the other side and you had to resist rolling your eyes.

“Alright,” he rumbled, leaning back against his chair. “Then what’s one gift you always wish you’d gotten, but never did?”

That had your thumb pausing on the endless scrolling you were doing. Finally, your gaze flicked up and your brain stopped working for a brief moment as you took in the disgustingly attractive man sitting your opposite.

Coffee color hair, and a chiseled jaw dotted with a five o’clock shadow would be enough to make even the most choosy of a woman’s breath catch. He was wearing a bulky leather jacket in a building that was pushing 80 degrees, which was odd but not overly strange.

But oddly enough you felt yourself getting drawn in. Not by his cheekbones, the cut of his jaw, the dimple in his chin, or even the semi-scowl he wore.

No, it was his eyes. Bright blue soulful eyes, that sparkled a little as he sat across the table from you. Eyes that told a story all their own and drew you out of your scrolling for the first time that night.

Pursing your lips slightly you thought, “Hmm, I’d have to say it’s a puppy.”

His eyebrow arched slightly, clearly surprised by your answer, “A puppy?”

“Sure,” you said with a slight shrug. “A puppy is something I’ve always wanted but never gotten as a gift from anyone other than myself.”

“What kind of puppy?”

“Oh I don’t have a preferred breed,” you informed, tilting your head a little at the odd conversation. “But as a child, it was what I asked for every year as a present. But I never got one.”

His lips turned up in a half smile and you thought you were going to melt in your seat, “Asking for one every year and not getting one, sounds a little disappointing. Was that just a Christmas thing?”

“Nah,” you laughed a little, fingers picking at a little piece of lint on the edge of your dress. “Christmas, birthdays, Easter didn’t matter. If gifts were being given, it was at the top of my list. Every year I’d be running to the tree and picking up presents, looking for one big enough. It’s a running joke with my friends that I’d marry the first man to give me a puppy for Christmas.”

A brisk laugh escaped him, his lips pulled into a charming smile that had nervous butterflies leap up in your chest. “A puppy for Christmas,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “I’ll have to remember that.”

The response made goosebumps prickle along your skin and you held back a shiver, wetting your suddenly dry lips, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s a gift you always wanted but didn’t get,” you paused briefly a coy smile stretching your lips.

His smile turned into a smirk as he once again leaned back in his chair, blue eyes darting back and forth over your face as he thought about it. It was going well, your impish smile growing along with his own. That is until his smile began to fall, bright blue gaze darting a little more frantically over your face before he licked his lips and an unexpected tremor sounded in his voice, “I think, I think it was a sled.”

“A sled,” you asked, leaning forward a little in intrigue. “Like a big plastic one with the handles? Oh no, I got it you’re definitely an inflatable snow tube kind of guy.”

A balk of laughter sounded from him, making hidden laugh lines appear at the corner of his eyes as they brightened with your playful banter. “Nah,” he exclaimed, waving a hand. “More like a wood and metal one. It had bright red skis and a wooden seat top. That sled was all I wanted as a kid.”

An amused giggle slipped from you, “I had a wagon kind of like that as a kid, it was a radio flyer.”

His fingers snapped as he pointed at you with a little bit of excitement, “That’s it! A Radio Flyer sled, with a rope handle and foot steering bar. Though I don’t think I’d ever get one now. I’m a little too old to go sledding down a hill.”

“Age is all about perspective.”

He snorted, “Tell that to my driver's license.”

Genuine laughter bubbled up from inside of you as you leaned forward in your seat, a teasing retort on your lips. Before you could speak, Mellony rang her little handbell and people began to switch places again. But your blue-eyed stranger lingered at your table.

“Talk to you again?”

He sounded, hopeful. “Yeah,” you croaked out pathetically. “Talk to you again.”

You watched as he stood from your table and made his way across the room to his next table while another man took his place at your own. A feeling of disappointment swelled as you lost sight of him in the crowd of people, the feeling intensifying as this new man briefly introduced themselves before launching into a long Tinder-level introduction.

Two more men sat at your table, barely holding your interest outside of normal pleasantries before Mel rang her handbell in rapid succession. “Alright everyone that’s the first round,” she called from her place at the podium. “We’re going to break for thirty minutes. There are hors d'oeuvres and refreshments at the bar. Please feel free to mingle!”

The room of people began to stand and mill around as an uproar of chatter began. Your eyes picked out a couple of men from your group, pairing up with others and heading to the bar. Cordial smiles turned into pleasant touches and sweetheart eyes as they went.

The Cupids Bow Dating Event was a success and you couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride for your friend.

“Hey, Sourpuss,” Melody greeted, looping her arm through yours. “You having fun yet?”

Your mind drifted back to your blue-eyed stranger, “A little.”

“Well, I don’t know if you know this. But the point of speed dating is to, you know, find a date. I was watching you, and you gotta talk to more than one person,” she sassed.

Your mouth turned down to a frown for a brief moment, “I talked to someone.”

“Oh yeah? What was his name.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you realized quickly you’d never even got Mr. Blue-Eyes name, “Shit.”

“What?”

“I didn’t even get Mr. Blue-Eyes name!”

“It’s Bucky.”

Turning around there stood Mr. Blue-Eyes himself, err… you meant Bucky. There was no doubt your embarrassment showed on your face, but the little nervous laugh that slipped out sealed the deal.

Bucky smiled at you, “That is if it’s me you were talking about?”

Wetting your lips you shifted, suddenly nervous before meeting friendly blue eyes, “Yeah,” you squeaked before clearing your throat. “I mean, yes. I’m sorry I missed your name when we talked.”

He was nodding for a brief moment, his eyes darting over towards the bar before taking a few steps closer to you and leaning down. “There’s a restaurant down the street. They’ve got pretty good sushi. You want to get the hell out of here?”

“Oh, my god yes!” The tips of your ears felt hot as you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole but Bucky didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment. Instead, he offered up his right arm and you looped yours into it without hesitation.

Melody’s brow shot up out of surprise, “B-but that was only the first round! There are still two more.”

“I don’t think we need a round two,” Bucky said, the same charming smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and making his eyes crinkle.

“Yeah,” you laughed, in a teasing tone. “This round just might go to Cupid after all.”

Three years later.

Lights twinkled in the living room of your apartment, it was god awful early and you’d carefully planned today. Christmas day and you’d been waiting for this moment for two years now. Quickly and quietly you snuck out of the bedroom where Bucky lay wrapped up in the blankets and made your way to the front closet.

It was hard being sneaky when your boyfriend was a super spy. But after a lot of careful planning, misdirections, and a lot of help from Sam, you’d managed to do it and Bucky was none the wiser.

Tiptoeing towards the hall closet that Bucky never used you opened the squeaky hinged door in just the way so it made no noise. Reaching blindly into the black of the closet you felt around, past the dozen unused coats, jackets, scarves, and hats your hand met the back of the closet wall. Sliding quietly until your fingers brushed the cold metal you were looking for.

Jackpot.

Fingers wrapped around your prize as you gave a firm but gentle tug. A pristine, adult-sized, bright red and creamy wood seat Flex Flyer sled emerged complete with an enormous red bow.

Stifling a giggle you set it down.

“What are you doing?”

A shriek tore out of your throat as you jumped what felt like twenty feet in the air.

“James Barnes,” you scolded, heart beating a million miles an hour. “What have I said about sneaking up on me?”

“You were being sneaky first,” he said, brows drawn together as he tried to look around you. “What you hiding doll face?”

“Nothing!” You lied, spreading your arms and legs to hide your surprise gift.

It was at that moment you heard the vibration from Bucky’s phone clutched in his hand, the man tried to not look sheepish as he not so covertly pressed the silence button.

Suspicion immediately filled you, “Bucky? What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He shot back, his brow knits in suspicion.

It was a standoff.

The two of you staring each other down in the dark of the hallway in your matching Christmas pajamas. Someone knocking on the front door startled you both before Bucky cursed under his breath, pointing at you, “Don’t follow me.”

His instruction surprised you as he brushed past you in the small hallway. You scoffed under your breath, “You’re in your PJ’s Buck, how far are you going?”

Bucky paused before going around the corner, “I mean it.” There was another soft but hurried knock and he cursed before disappearing.

A tisk of disapproval escaped you, but urgency filled your movements the second he was out of sight. Hands shaking slightly you hurried, pulling the sled out from the closet with as much silence as you could muster before dashing the Christmas tree. Stuffing the sled behind the tree, a few bulbs swinging back and forth as you fumbled to fluff the crumpled bow on Bucky’s surprise.

A cacophony of hushed grumbles and whispers came from the front door, you could have sworn you heard Sam as the door closed with a thunk and the lock turned. In a matter of seconds Bucky was coming around the corner again, an enormous gold box gripped in his hands affixed with a brilliant glittering green bow.

It was clear that Bucky didn’t see you immediately as he juggled the wobbly box and tried to remain quiet as he did so.

“Whatcha, got there?”

Bucky startled, socked feet skidding to a halt just at the corner of the couch as the box wobbled in his hands again. Frustrated and accusatory blue eyes narrowed, “What are you doing in here?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“What are you doing in here?”

“You better not be shaking presents.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “I’ll have you know I haven’t shaken a present since I was ten. What’s in the box, Jamie?”

Bucky flinched a little, his one weakness was when you called him Jamie. His shoulders sagged a little as his grip on the box tightened, “This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh I’m surprised,” you said with a laugh. The mantle clock began to ding for the early morning hour. Five AM came so early now. “Do you want to open our gifts now?”

Bucky pursed his lips, body jerking as the box tried to throw itself from his hands. “I think now is best.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the prospect of what the box could contain. But your eyes flitted over to the space behind the tree where you’d stuffed Bucky’s surprise and the anxious feeling grew tenfold as you thought about the question you were going to ask him once he’d seen it.

Clearing his throat Bucky nodded towards the Christmas tree and the traditional present opening space. Dutifully you sat down in the chair, eyes darting over behind the tree to where your gift sat. “Um, mine's not wrapped.”

“That’s alright,” he said, setting the box at your feet as it rattled all on its own now that it was on the floor. “Where is mine and we’ll do them on the count of three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers tapping the edges of your box. “Yours is behind the tree.”

You saw his eyes dart over to the tree and then back down to you, “On three.”

“Alright,” you agreed, fingers poised to rip at the bow on top of the gift. “One.”

“Two,” Bucky echoed, taking a step closer to the tree.

“Three!”

Your fingers began tearing at the bow on top of the gift box as it rattled against the floor. Pushing back the loose gold paper and terrible tape job before, POP!

Two of the most adorable brown eyes you’d ever seen stared up at you. You were stunned for a moment, staring down at the cutest little paws and wet nose you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“OHMYGODAPUPPY!!”

The shrieking sob spilled past your lips as you pulled the squirming pup into your arms, its tiny tongue licking and sniffing all over your face and mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as the little bundle in your arms wiggled, squirmed, and kissed your face everywhere; its bottom wiggling so much they tumbled out of your arms and into your lap.

“Oh my god,” you blubbered, holding the precious little one to you. “Bucky! He’s so cute. Oh, it’s a she. She’s so cute, James. Oh god! Oh my god, I love her so much. I can't—I can’t believe this! This is real right? Do I get to keep her? Bucky?”

Looking up Bucky was angled away from you, the lights of the Christmas tree gleaming off of his arm as he held onto his new sled. His fingers found the tag as he stared at it in the dim lighting. 

He sniffled briefly before he began to read, “Roses are red, violets are blue, do me the—the honor—the honor of spending my life with you?”

Teary blue eyes turned towards you as you held the squirming puppy in your arms. “Doll,” he squeaked out with a sniffle as a few tears began to slip. “You…”

Looking up at him from your seat you reached into the side table drawer pulled out a distinctive black ring box and opened it. Inside, a single simple gold band that had Bucky’s breath catching.

“Will you,” you croaked out, clearing your throat a little more and juggling your new bundle of joy in your arms. “Will you marry me, James Buchanan Barns?”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he lowered the sled to the floor, and then himself. Bucky knelt before you, down on one knee, and reached forward towards the little puppy squirming in your arms. His fingers brushed against a tiny piece of string attached to the bow, you’d missed it but he lifted the dangling object for your inspection. A beautiful golden ring with what had to be the most enormous diamond you’d ever seen.

Your shocked watery gaze met Bucky’s impossibly blue eyes, “Only if you say yes too.”

The puppy leaped down from your lap, content to explore their new apartment as you slid down and onto Bucky’s lap. Arms wrapping around his shoulders and kissing him harder than you ever had before. Warmth blossomed in your chest as Bucky’s lips parted briefly with a light moan, kissing one another with dizzying urgency.

Gasping for air the two of you parted briefly, planting pecking kisses against one another lips.

“Is that a yes,” he husked, his hands sliding up and down your back.

“Yes, it’s a yes, Jamie.”

Grinning up at you, Bucky cradled you against him, “I didn’t know if you’d say yes.”

 “Of course I’d say yes,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly. “After all,  you did get me that puppy I’ve always wanted.”

A laugh escaped Bucky as he held you tightly and buried his face against your chest, his shoulders shaking in what could only be a relief, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Blue-Eyes.”

END

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #mcu #TFWS #winter soldier #avengers #bucky barnes #marvel

[cosmicanakin]

popular girl and her brainiac.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

outline. when your nerdy bf swings by for dinner, it evolves into way more than just eating.

contains. domestic fluff, soft smut, pinv.

authors note. insp by nai's @st4rfckerz post about nerdy!anakin. reader is the popular girl in the college they attend but is the opposite of the snobby mean ones <3

it’s friday night and you’ve been looking forward to having anakin over all week. as the popular girl in college, everyone’s always so surprised that you’re dating the shy, quiet nerd anakin skywalker. but they’ll never understand how sweet and caring he is behind those dorky glasses of his.

when anakin arrives, you greet him with a kiss. “hey handsome, come on in!” you say, taking his hand and leading him inside. “i made us pasta, it should be ready any minute.” anakin smiles shyly, waving with his free hand still clutching his worn copy of advanced hyperdrive mechanics.

“smells amazing, babe. thank you for inviting me over,” he says, pulling you in for a deeper kiss that leaves you weak. anakin might be reserved in public but he comes alive for you, passionate in ways others would never guess.

soon you’re both curled on the couch eating, talking about your days between bites. anakin tells you excitedly about the droid he’s been building in his workshop, eyes lighting up behind his spectacles. you could listen to him geek out for hours, loving this open, unguarded side of him.

after dinner anakin insists on doing the dishes while you set up the tv for a movie. crawling back to the couch, you snuggle into his side with a blanket as the opening credits roll. but anakin seems distracted, fiddling with his sleeves.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” you ask softly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. he smiles shyly. “i...got you something. been working on it for a while, wasn’t sure when to give it...”

anakin reaches into his satchel and pulls out a small jewelry box, handing it to you with trembling fingers. inside lies the most delicate silver chain, a tiny heart charm swinging gently. “i made it myself in workshop,” he murmurs. “i know it isn’t much but i wanted you to have something from me...”

tears sprang in your eyes at his thoughtfulness and care. “anakin it’s perfect, i love it!” you whisper, kissing him tenderly. “thank you so much for thinking of me.” anakin grins in relief, helping you clasp the necklace before leaning in again simply wanting to taste the sweetness of your soft lips.

his hands tangle in your hair as the kiss deepens, full of warmth and longing. you melt into him, parting your lips in invitation as his tongue sweeps in. anakin tastes faintly of mint and you sigh, desire pooling low in your belly at his confidence.

his lips trail hotly down your neck as you arch back against the couch, breath coming in pants. anakin’s fingers slide up under your shirt, calloused yet gentle, setting your skin alight. you whimper, needing more contact, rolling your hips up desperately.

anakin groans, grinding down to meet your movements. “you feel so good, sweetheart,” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. his desire for you turns him uncivilized in the best way, raw masculinity underneath nerdy façade.

“take me to bed, ani,” you beg, losing yourself to rising fervor. he scoops you up effortlessly, lips never leaving yours as he carries you to the bedroom. anakin lays you down with reverence, slowly undressing you between hungry kisses across flushed skin.

when you’re both bare he starts kissing along your collarbone. “so beautiful,” he praises, stroking your sides gently. your hands roam his back, fingertips mapping every defined muscle. anakin fits against you perfectly, hard lines anchoring your softer curves.

finding your core ready and dripping, he eases inside with a gasp. you cling to each other, lost in sensation as anakin sets a steady rhythm. his whispers of love and affection in your ear wash over you, only increasing bliss. fingers entwining, you lose track of where you end and he begins, pleasure spiraling higher.

soon he hits that delicious gummy spot inside, lips claiming yours to swallow your cries. you’re so close, walls fluttering around anakin’s thick length. “let go for me, angel,” he urges, deepening his strokes. with a few presses more you break apart, wave after wave crashing through your joined bodies.

anakin follows soon after with a muffled groan, pulsing hot release inside you. for long moments you simply breathe together, coming down from ecstasy. he kisses your hair tenderly as you nuzzle into his strong arms, safe and sated.

later you both lie watching the city lights beyond your window, anakin absently playing with strands of your hair. “you’re the most gorgeous girl ever,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. you beam, fondly caressing his cheek.

“i love you, ani. don’t ever doubt it, nerd and all,” you slightly tease. anakin chuckles, tracing idle patterns across your bare skin. “and i love you, always.” his sure gaze holds steady promises for your future together as you drift off in his secure embrace, knowing how lucky you are to have found true love within his tender heart.

#﹙ kari writes 𝜗𝜚 ﹚ #nerd!anakin #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x fem reader #anakin fluff #anakin smut #anakin angst #anakin x reader #star wars #star wars smut #star wars x female reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 & 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

a/n: ghoap is my favourite ship but I always want to be involved so this is fanservice and ... self insert. Anyway, enjoy!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

God there is so much I want to say!!! I want to read more ghoap x reader. It's so funnnnn. Anyway, please enjoy - if you have any suggestions or prompts I would be more than happy to answer them &lt;3

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were in a relationship with Johnny long before Simon entered the picture

・Johnny had made you absolutely swoon for months, but you were too hesitant to do anything about it. Your insecurities held you back.

・How could someone as gorgeous as this man, nay, god, even look your way.

・But he was looking your way, and crushing so bad that you were all he could think about.

・You found a lot of solace in each other, swapping phone numbers and texting constantly. Johnny's first message was: "heyy bonnie, how'd ye day go? ❤️"

・It took you nearly an hour to reply because all your brain could do was short circuit

・But over the years you became friends, then lovers, moving in together. All while he was still going on missions.

・He took you to meet his family after 3 months of proper dating, and he was so proud to show you off.

"Aye this is she!," he said (yelled) presenting you to his large family. (They didn't believe you existed).

・Your relationship with Johnny has always been based on honesty and humour. You know you can rely on him for anything, even if he can be a bit fookin' cheeky.

・Johnny had told you about his teammates (once he realised you were the person for him).

・And you quickly noticed the way he would speak different about his Lieutenant. Simon Riley.

・A crush...

・You had no issue with it. Crushes were normal, and you knew Johnny was faithful. You also knew Johnny was much to apprehensive to do anything with Simon.

・But one day, when you were picking Johnny up on the tarmac, after a grueling 3 months away. Simon watched as you ran into Johnny's arms. Kept watching as he spun you around, buring his face in your neck.

"Johnny..." you whimpered, pressing soft kisses all over his face.

"Aye, it's me bonnie. Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

・Tears were in both of your eyes and Simon had to close his own. Swallowing a lump down his throat.

・After you and Johnny had left, Simon stayed in his car for upto 2 hours. Staring out the frontshield window. Confused as fuck.

・How could he fall in love with a person he'd never spoken to? In his deeper, most inner self, he knew he loved Johnny too.

・And when he arrived 'home,' he shucked off his clothes and stayed in the shower. Sitting, letting the water mix with his tears. He would give anything. Anything, to be with you both. But he knew that was ridiculous.

・Surprise. It wasn't ridiculous.

・When you got home, instantly you brought up Johnny's superior.

"Eh, wha' about him, bonnie?" Johnny asked suspiciously, opening the fridge door.

"He likes you."

All you got in response was an eye roll.

"Johnny," there was something in your voice which made him look at you.

"As a ... teammate. As a friend, aye. Yes. Not as anything more."

"I like him too," you cooed. Walking over to the blue-eyed Scotsman.

・He smirked, grabbed your waist and pulled you close, "don't go pryin'."

・You went prying.

・But didn't have to go too far, because Simon was never too far away.

・You bumped into him many times, both with and without Johnny.

・It all came to a head, when your car stopped working and you needed a ride home.

・Simon was more than happy to help.

・Johnny nearly fainted when he opened the door. His partner and his teammate stood in the doorway, a cheeky - almost sheepish smile on yours.

・No matter how hard Simon tried to leave, you made him stay ... and stay he did. You made his tea perfect on the first try.

・Always a dog pile when it's time to go to bed. Arms and legs are splayed over whoever. You might start in the middle but by the morning you're completely on top of Simon while Johnny uses your bum as a pillow

・It took 6 months for Simon to move in. And he brought Riley with him as well. Your cats weren't too happy about that ...

・It's a silent agreement that no one uses the boys' call signs. It's always their real names or pet names.

・Simon and Johnny like to keep their work away from their home life as much as possible.

・On deployment, Johnny and Simon have both agreed that home with you is their solace. You are their person.

・And speaking of being on the same task force; you made Johnny and Simon sit down (with their favourite beverages) to talk it out. Sometimes they wanted you there, other times you knew they needed to be alone.

・But encouraging communication made both men a lot less scared to express their feelings. Even if you could be quite ... aggressive.

"Look, Johnny...it's uh, hard to say... but-"

"No, no, I ken what ye mean-"

"Ah! Let him say it Johnny!" You yelled from another room.

Johnny sighed, blushed and sat straighter in his chair.

"Uh. Yeah well," Simon started to sweat. This was worse than an interrogation.

But before Simon could finish, Johnny just bellowed out in a very gruff Scottish accent, "I love ye Simon Riley!"

And Simon never thought he would feel as elated as he did in that moment.

Until you rounded the corner, sat on Johnny's lap and blushed. "We, love you Simon Riley."

・And you pushed a black box over to him.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Would Die For One Other

You (And Johnny) Fell First, But Simon Fell Harder

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Johnny)

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Simon)

The Moon (Simon) and His Star (Johnny)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Soulmates Sometimes Come In Threes

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Tour by James Newton Howard

Skyfall by the Midnite String Quartet

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon

(yes there are multiple songs because this relationship deserves it)

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Might be a bit of a shock, but Johnny loves to dominate Simon. Especially when they're deployed.

・You gave them the green light to be intimate whenever they wanted, especially when on deploment. But both Simon and Johnny agreed it wasn't the same without you. (Actually makes them feel sad and guilty.)

・Trying new things in the bedroom is something that you and Johnny really enjoy. Simon is more of a calmer, more sensual lover. He doesn't like anything too hardcore.

・He wants to make love, not fuck goddamit!

・You know how couples love going to the farmer's markets on the weekend? Yeah well you and Johnny love going to sex shops.

・Dildos, vibrators, strap ons, nipple clamps, different types of lube...

・Both Johnny and Simon like to be pegged.

・And Simon likes eating ass

・Simon isn't very comfortable with public sex, so you never push him to. But Johnny is all for it.

・You and Johnny love riling Simon up. His stoic demeanour almost triggers you two to make him blush.

・No one can remember how this started, but when both men are at home and it's night ... you start a stripping party. But whatever song it lands on; you HAVE to strip/dance/perform to it.

・It took a while for Simon to even participate, but once he saw how open Johnny and you were, he couldn't resist.

・The first time he joined, the song that he had to strip to was, "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child

・He wasn't so enthusiastic but with a bit of encouragement, he blew your minds'.

・Simon ended it by throwing Johnny and yourself over his shoulders and marching you up to the bedroom. Both you and Johnny laughing your assess off, and pinching Simon's backside.

#witchthewriter #headcanons #simon riley #johnny mactavish #simon x you x soap #simon x johnny x reader #reader insert #witch the writer's headcanons #cod #plot trope #relationship tropes #relationship headcanons #relationship #ghost x soap #ghost x reader #ghost x soap x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #cod soap #moodboard #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 #john mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soapghost #soap x ghost

[vbecker10]

Loki's Silent Sentry

(Part 7 - Final Part!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Alt Ending (in progress - very sad, please read trigger warnings below and in the link)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor trying to be a better brother, Odin being a terrible father... I promised fluff so fluff you shall have 💚

"If you do this..." Odin walks slowly to the edge of the steps, "You will no longer be my son."

"If you force me to do this," Loki answers defiantly, "It is because you failed me as a father."

You hold Loki close to you to keep him from moving towards his father. You can feel him shaking with anger but his eyes are full of pain. Loki and his father had their issues, no one could deny that, but you never thought Odin would be so quick to throw away what is left of their relationship.

A silence settles over the room as they hold each other's gaze, each daring the other to say something else. Before it can escalate further, Thor draws everyone's attention to himself.

For the second time today, Thor calls to begin the voting. "The vote will determined by the majority. Those among you who are for upholding the existing law shall vote aye. Those among you who wish to revise the law, thus revoking Prince Loki's title and status, will vote nay. Is that understood?"

The members of the council, along with the king and queen agree to the terms Thor explained. Thor nods to one of the senior members of the council and in response, he steps forward to the center of the throne room. A young man follows him with an open book and quill, you presume to keep track of the votes.

The older man turns to the throne and asks the king how he will vote. Loki's eyes are focused on the king as you wait for his decision.

Odin waves his hand dismissively towards you and Loki as he sits back in his throne. "Nay," he says in an emotionless voice.

Loki lowers his head and leans into you as he sighs deeply. You rub his back hoping one day he will heal from the wound his father just inflicted on him.

The council member turns to acknowledge the queen and asks her for her vote. She smiles at you and Loki, "Aye."

Loki's body relaxes the slightest bit but he tenses again when it is his older brother's turn. It's hard for you to read Thor's emotions but he slowly smiles and says, "Aye," loudly.

Having two of the three royals say aye must help sway the council, you think hopefully but you honestly aren't sure. Will most of them still side with Odin purly because he is the king? Or will he allow the vote to continue only to overrule their judgment in the end? Your thoughts race but they calm for a moment when Loki kisses the top of your head.

The senior council member moves to the center of the room and turns to face the rest of the council. He asks for all those voting aye to raise their right hand.

You turn your head, burying your face against Loki's chest, suddenly too nervous to watch the voting. He holds you tightly and you can hear him mumbling quietly as he counts along. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath as a new thought forms in your mind.

The vote doesn't matter, you think. Whether they vote to uphold the law or not, you and Loki will be together. Either as prince and sentry or as two simple Asgardians.

The doors to the throne room close behind you and Loki with a dull thud. You take a few steps down the empty hall then stop suddenly, barely able to breathe.

"Loki," you turn to face him. "Did that... did that really just happen?"

He smiles and puts one arm around your waist, his other hand resting gently on your cheek. He nods, "It did, love."

A wave of excitement floods through you as Loki bends to kiss you. You place your hands on his back, bringing him as close to you as possible. "I just... I can't believe it," you smile up at him.

He brushes your hair behind your ear and smirks, "The only concern we have now, is how quickly can you become a captain?"

"You are dismissed for the night, thank you Lieutenant Y/L/N," the queen says as the two of you reach her chambers.

You bow, "Thank you, your highness."

She smiles as she opens the door, "Have a goodnight Y/N. Tell my son I will see him at tea tomorrow afternoon."

"I will, your highness" you reply.

"Frigga, when you are not on duty, dear," she reminds you warmly.

"Frigga," you repeat with a smile. "Have a goodnight," you tell her.

You walk confidently down the hall, excitement spreads through you as you see Loki waiting for you outside of your shared chambers. You had moved in the night of the vote, almost two months ago. Loki and you still rarely crossed paths while conducting your duties during the day, but you were able to spend every night together and you both cherished that.

You throw your arms around him and he kisses your forehead then your cheek and finally your lips. "I missed you today," he tells you as he holds you close.

You take his hand as he leads you into your chambers, "I missed you too." He uses his magic to help you out of your armor as always and he chuckles when you say, "That is one of my favorite tricks of yours."

A few minutes later, the two of you sit cuddled together on the couch. He plays with your hair gently while you rest your head on his chest and your hand on his thigh. "So... I have something to tell you," you lift your head a little.

"What's that, love?" he asks.

"You know that I went to the city on my day off last week?" you ask him.

"Of course," he answers.

"Well... I didn't tell you but I ran into one of my favorite professors from when I went to university," you tell him.

"Is there a reason you didn't tell me before?" he sits up a bit.

"I wanted to wait until I got this," you take a small scroll out of your pocket and hand it to him.

He looks at you curiously as he opens it. His eyes fall to the paper and he begins to read it, his lips moving slightly.

You anxiously wait for him to finish and when he does he looks up at you, a shocked expression on his face. He looks quickly back down to read it again. "Y/N, is this-" he starts to ask but doesn't finish.

You smile, "It's an offer letter from the university. She told me they were in need of a literature professor for the summer term."

"Y/N..." he says softly. "This is... this is truly amazing."

"I checked the class times with your mother and she says it won't be an issue to schedule your meetings around them," you add. "That was why it took me so long, I wanted to tie up all the loose ends."

"Y/N, you have no idea how happy you've made me," he says as he grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

You run your hand lightly over his cheek and kiss him. In between kisses you tell him, "All I want to do is make you happy."

Two years later, you stand at the doors of the throne room in your dress armor at your promotion ceremony. One of the guards standing to the side of the door announces, "Lieutenant Y/L/N."

You walk down the aisle and stop in front of the royal family, kneeling in respect. The crowd gathered to either side of the room is quiet as Odin tells you to rise. He motions for you to come closer and he takes a few steps towards you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are being promoted to Captain as a testament to your commitment to protect and serve the realm. You have shown a mastery of your duties and the skills necessary to lead future soldiers," the king says loudly so the whole hall can hear him. He pins a metal to your chest and a bit quieter so only you can hear him, he says, "You will make a fine general some day."

You can't believe your ears but before you can focus too much on his comment he goes back to speaking to everyone in attendance. He explains to the crowd that you will no longer be a sentry, you will work at the academy training new recruits. He goes on to tell them you will be the youngest instructor at the academy and he will continue to expect excellence during the remainder of your career.

While he talks, your eyes wander to Loki as always. He smiles broadly at you as does his mother who is standing next to him. She whispers something to her son and he laughs a bit as he nods. You try not to make a face but you are now curious about what she said.

When Odin finishes, you kneel again and when you stand he gives you the smallest smile and says, "Captain Y/L/N."

You bow slightly as the room erupts in a series of applauds. You laugh to yourself when you look towards Thor who is clapping the loudest. He had truly become the older brother you never wanted but wouldn't give up for the world.

Loki looks as if he is going to burst with pride and his mother nods her head towards a particular section in the middle of the crowd. You glance to see where she is looking and you find your parents standing among the onlookers. You fight the urge to run over to them, it's been ages since you've seen them. They had been been assigned to guard a diplomat and his family who lived in another realm. After the shock and excitement of seeing your parents sinks in you look back towards the queen who discretely points at Loki to signal it was his doing.

You stop and turn to look at Loki with a smile but your heart skips a beat when you see him kneeling next to you with a small black box in his hand.

After the ceremony you spend time with your parents, catching up on their lives and yours. They tell you how immensely proud they are of you how much they miss you. You promise to visit them now that you will have a better schedule with the academy.

Loki walks over to where you and your parents are talking and says, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I borrow the captain for a few moments?"

"Of course, your highness," your father bows.

"Loki is fine," he says in a friendly manner.

"I don't think that's going to happen," you tell him honestly with a light laugh.

You hold his arm as he walks you through the garden slowly. After a few minutes, you stop to smell a beautiful burgundy rose and you are suddenly surrounded by a soft green glow. You giggle and spin as Loki's magic replaces your heavy armor with the same emerald and gold gown he had conjured for you at the ball so long ago.

"Loki?" you ask, your hand covering your mouth in surprise.

He smiles and takes your other hand in his. "Y/N, love, we've both waited so long for this moment, I didn't want to wait an extra second. I love you more then anything in the nine realms and I would do anything for you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I-" he says but you interrupt him.

"Yes!" you tell him, nodding furiously.

He laughs, "You aren't going to let me finish? I had a whole little speech." You laugh and shake your head. "Ok, I'll skip to the end. Y/N, will you marry me?"

You jump into his waiting arms, "Yes, yes! A thousand times yes, Loki."

He slips the ring on your finger and kisses you. Then he gets up, picks you up easily by your waist and spins you. You giggle and when he places you back down, you kiss him and tell him you love him.

Ok... so that was the end of this fic and I really hope you like it! It's been so long since I've written anything. I started working on an alternate ending for this based on a song I have stuck in my head.

I want to warn everyone that it will not have a happy ending. It will not be fluffy. One of the main characters will die. (I'm not saying which character cause I don't want to spoil it if someone actually wants to read it but if you message me I'll tell you who so you can decide if you want to read it)

I will have warnings on it when I've posted it but I'm just giving you all a heads up. I mostly just need to write it cause it's stuck in my brain and I have to get it out. I understand it's not something everyone will want to read and I'm totally OK with that.

I won't tag anyone unless you specifically tell me you would like to be tagged.

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[opal-orchard]

fuchsia

(isn’t she so beautiful here i just wanna cup her face and kiss her)

18+ mdni!! (who am i fooling, that sign doesn’t stop anyone)

3k words

no plot, mildly proofread, fluff/smut (Oral sex, strap-on sex, maybe a teensy bit of mouth spitting and anal, brief mention of sexual shame, slight use of gendered terms) switch!Ellie, switch!Reader

a/n: it’s been forever since i’ve posted and i have no excuse besides writers block but i overcame it WOOO!!!! (pls be kind i have been so hard on myself and my writing)

i hope you enjoy this, i feel like there’s a shortage of fics where Ellie receives so here’s my contribution! :)

once again pls like/reblog if u enjoy it (especially reblog, those help a lot) and shoot me a request if u want :) id love to post more headcannons! also feel free to follow or dm i love making new moots!

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“Ellie… what are you doing?” you ask, feigning stoicism, you know what it means when she stands behind you like this, eyeing your body like a hungry jaguar.

“Wadya mean,” she smirks, pressing searing kisses against the nape of your neck. They tickle and send heat rushing through your body. “Can’t I give my favorite girl some love?” she teases, pressing her hips against your ass and rubbing your belly, she thumbs your belly button, tugging at the soft skin.

It’s so still in the kitchen, the sunlight and the soft breeze pouring through the window, you surrender to Ellie and let your head fall back against her chest. Her kisses and touches have your brain short-circuiting, the world around you growing blurry because all you can focus on is her. It’s insane the way your body opens for her so easily. The dishes will have to wait.

She nips and licks at your ear, before whispering “come with me to bed,” and you oblige, her tone low and persuasive. She smacks your ass, grabbing the supple flesh before she releases, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth.

You’re proud of her, and how far you two have come. Ellie used to be so tense around you, apprehensive to even admit that she had feelings for you, but now she’s unabashed in her desires, loving you loudly.

You let her lead you to your bed, and you face her and kiss her, her lips warm and a little rough. She pushes her tongue inside and you moan, her mouth and tongue so warm and capable. Warmth floods your body, reality fraying around you.

“You look so fuckin’ good today,” she growls, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck. “Just wanna eat you up,” her words send your nerves into a frenzy, the heat of her lips and the wetness of her tongue against your skin tantalizing you. You tighten your grip on her arm, overwhelmed with all the sensations running through your overheating body, and she wraps her arm around your back, pulling your bodies flush together.

———

“Oh please Ellie!” you whine, feverish and needy. The ache between your legs is intense and all-consuming, you helplessly girate and twist your hips trying to get some relief but Ellie holds your thighs still and nips your belly button.

“Woah now! Be patient babe,” she lilts, looking up at you from her knees. It’s been what feels like an eternity and she’s just now about to give you what you need. You’re completely naked, skin glistening with sweat and spotted with love bites.

As dominant as Ellie is, she loves when you stand up and let her eat you out on her knees, it strokes her ego watching your legs grow wobbly from the pleasure she gives you. How you grip her hair and shoulders for dear life, humping her face like an animal, using everything in you not to collapse.

Your pussy clenches and jumps with excitement when she parts your lips, your engorged clit dangling like a hanging fuchsia.

She brings her lips to your clit and your body jolts alive when she moans around it, “Mmph, taste so fuckin’ good,” she grunts, staring into your eyes. The sensation leaves you dizzy and you buck into her face. Every time feels like the first time.

When you were young it had been ingrained in you that vaginas were disgusting and putrid and sinful. Something taboo, something to be ashamed of. You had suppressed your desires, guilty to even have wants and fantasies, abashed for longing to feel good.

Until Ellie.

Until Ellie came and destroyed the confines around you like a hurricane, shattering everything you thought you had known. She took your body and kissed every part of you, and drank from you like a sacred fruit. You used to be so tense, so self-conscious of your scent and taste, but it dissipated the moment her lips went down to yours. The first time you let her go down it felt like you were washed clean, made new, finally whole.

She's so content to just eat you out and revel in your scent and taste. Some nights she’ll lay her head on the warmth between your thighs, protected and secure. She says your scent is refreshing, like the smell of earth after its first rain.

“Ellie, please put it in your mouth,” you beg, hiking your leg over her shoulder and gripping her silky hair to steady you. She’s still playing with you, peppering your pussy with featherlight pecks and kisses.

Ellie grabs your ass and gives your folds a sloppy, open mouthed kiss eliciting a deep moan from you. She knows you like it messy and feverish. She pushes her face deeper into your pussy and swirls her tongue around your entrance, developing a familiar pattern of tongue-kissing your opening before slowly dragging her tongue up to your clit to suck and flick it with intensity.

All sorts of sensations flood through your body. From sharp ones that shoot through your veins, to heavy ones that linger in your belly like smoke after a brush fire. She knows you so well and you’re so happy and pilant. Yelps and moans and gasps slip past your lips, sounding like something straight from a porno.

“Ooo fuck Ellie!” you whine desperately, rocking your hips back and forth along her face, growing needier, and she’s so skilled and experienced it all feels so euphoric. Every lick from her warm tongue has you melting like ice cream on a summer day, your juices dripping down her face and neck. Her jaw straining to take as much of your warmth into her mouth as she can.

You’re grinding against her face, trying hard to restrain yourself, yet Ellie grabs your ass tighter and pushes you closer, reassuring you that you're not hurting her, that she wants this as much as you. So you let go, gyrating wildly against her nose and tongue and lips, one hand rubbing Ellie’s scalp the other pinching your pert nipples.

It's all so intense you can feel the pressure building up, your face contorts from the pleasure, your mouth falling open and your eyelids being forced shut. Ellie can feel you’re close and slides two fingers inside you, knowing how much you like having something inside you when you come. She continues slurping your clit like fruit and pumping into you and you orgasm.

Everything releases, it’s explosive and colorful and a little spellbinding. Your entire body shakes and trembles before relaxing, and love and clarity wash over you.

Ellie pulls away from your pussy, gasping for air, her face dewy like serum. A string of cum connects her lips to your folds. Her eyes are so dazed and blown with pleasure and she looks up at you with so much reverie and satisfaction your heart could burst.

She stands up and grips your arms to anchor your pilant body and stable your weak legs. She pries your jaw open before opening her mouth, letting a drop of saliva roll from her tongue and fall onto yours. You accept it, unwavering in eye contact, it’s salty and sweet and tangy and thick.

“Good girl, had to let you know how fucking good you taste,” she says, raspy and low, rubbing her thumb along your bottom lip, she pulls you in for a searing and sensual kiss that envelopes your entire body in warmth. You fall back onto the bed, removing the rest of Ellie’s clothes, filled with longing to press your body flush against hers.

———

“You’re so warm,” she hums against your lips, stroking your back. You two have been laying on your sides, bodies pressed together, caressing and kissing for the past few minutes. Ellie is so relaxed, so happy to have pleased you with nothing in return, but you notice the wetness between her thighs and want her to experience the blinding euphoria she gives to you, “Ellie do you wanna— can I fuck you?”

“Sure, if your legs work,” she deadpans, biting her lip and pinching your ass. Her eyes lower down to your still-swollen pussy.

“Oh just you wait, babe. I’m gonna tear that pussy up,” you shoot back, crawling towards the edge of the bed. Ellie snorts and cackles at your remark, making you giddy.

You struggle off the bed, muscles as solid as jello, and attempt to move and bend your legs. Ellie giggles, deeply amused by the spectacle of you attempting to step in the harness. You hobble around on one leg as you try to maneuver your other in the strap.

“Oooouuh, a sexy dance for me!” she teases, reclining on her elbows. She’s so smug and proud it fills you with even more desire to ruin her.

“Oh fuck you!” you grunt, turning away from her to finish adjusting the harness, too shy to face her. You finish and turn back around just in time to watch her thighs fall apart, her pussy spreading like a blooming flower bud. She traces her middle finger along her folds before placing it in her mouth.

An invitation.

You pause in this delicate moment and take her in. You’re the only one who gets to see her like this. Her folds are so engorged and glistening it makes you a little dizzy. She’s so open just from the pleasure she got from pleasing you.

You crawl onto the bed, purple five-inch phallus dangling beneath you. She meets your eyes and they’re filled with a lusty haze only you’ve been blessed to know, something between intense and needy and dazed. You pull her in for another kiss, smushing your nose against hers. The gentle wet sound of your lips pressing together sends a jolt through your belly, she pulls away slightly, still letting your noses touch. You two have seen every inch of each other, have said things in the throes of an orgasm that no one else has heard, yet the simplest of contact feels the most intimate.

You linger in front of her face for a moment, savoring the taste of her lips and the sound of her soft and sharp exhales. She lets out a delicate gasp when the tip of the dick brushes against her pussy. “Fuck me babe,” she says in a low whisper, somewhere between asking and commanding.

“What’s the rush babe?” you respond cheekily, a surge of confidence is building from the power you have over her. You begin massaging and pinching her nipples. Ellie looks like she wants to bite back, but the sensation is placating her, and she moans, rolling her hips against the hanging tip. Biting your lip you latch onto her nipples, they’re so small and pert and pretty, the color of milky coffee. She hisses and cups the back of your head, it’s so intimate.

Ellie writhes from pleasure when you pull back and drag the tip of the dildo along her pussy, allowing it to collect her slick. You poke at her clit a few times, making Ellie yelp. “Just fuck me already,” she whines, enclasping her large hand around yours and positioning the dick at her enterance.

Her neediness and desperation send blood rushing to your pussy. Usually when she does this you’ll tease her more and teach her a lesson, but she’s been so good to you today, you just want her to have her way.

Her eyebrows contort and her jaw falls open when you push inside her, you go slowly, allowing her to get used to it. Ellie falls back onto the bed, pulling her knees to her shoulders as you thrust slowly into her. You take in her sharp jawline and chiseled cheeks, the way her ruddy freckled skin grows more flushed with every gasp and moan. Her lustful eyes and blooming red lips entice you, and you pull in for a gentle, messy kiss.

“Mmmh that’s it baby. I taught you well,” Ellie moans into your ear, wrapping her strong arms around your shoulders and spreading her legs farther. Penetration used to be frightening for you, until she taught you that the motion of thrusting is similar to riding her face. She’s always been so patient with you, showing you what makes her feel good; you feel so much more confident doing it now, finding delight in the rhythm.

She’s growing more pliant with every thrust, the squelching noises from her wet pussy growing more obscene. Thick white liquid oozes from her pussy and onto the strap, making a mess of it. Ellie takes a sharp inhale when you pull your cock out and smack it on her swollen clit, her belly muscles coiling from the sensation, “put that back in,” she hisses. It’s a tone you would find intimidating in any other circumstance, but it makes you feel so powerful in this moment.

You respond by pressing a searing kiss to her lips, “I will if you roll over,” you whisper into her ear, and she does, hastily turning onto her belly without dissent.

You giggle at the sight, she’s just so cute when she’s like this. The laughter is contagious, because Ellie breathes out a chuckle as well.

“Somebody loves getting fucked from behind,” you gloat, biting your lip and pinching the soft skin of her ass.

“Oh you shut your fucking mouth,” Ellie snaps, there’s a hint of humor to her tone, she’s a little embarrassed but she can’t deny it. She lifts onto her elbows and knees, raising her puckered pussy high in the air, it’s so swollen and aroused you watch it jump and clench around nothing. A drop of her nectar eases out like filling from a pastry and the sight drives you insane. The strap is fully inside her pussy before your brain can even register.

As you fuck her you take in the expanse of her arched muscular back glistening with sweat. A few healed scars from all the fights and falls she’s survived that you love to kiss and trace. She’s just so beautiful, you want to fill her with pleasure.

“Oooh that’s it!” Ellie rasps, panting and moaning from the new angle. She throws her head back in bliss, and you just know you’re hitting her g-spot how she likes it.

Her moans. This position. The feel of her ass and thighs hitting your hips. The sight of the silicone sliding in and out of her. It’s all awaking something animalistic inside you, you could orgasm just from this—

“Listen to you! Grunting like it’s yours!” Ellie mocks, looking back at you, she’s so happy to have some leverage after enduring your teasing. “I’m driving you crazy and you can’t even feel it!” Her voice is rough and heavy.

A bead of sweat drips down from your hairline, your skin scorching hot to the touch. She’s right—you’re so in the moment you hadn’t noticed the sounds you’ve been making. Ellie has a way of driving you insane no matter what she does, but you know exactly how to make her feel the same.

Licking your left thumb, you rub her perineum and the entrance of her ass, before dipping it inside. “Ahhh! —fuck!” she yelps at the sudden intrusion, but she welcomes it, parting her knees wider and arching her back deeper like a cat in heat.

It’s perplexing sometimes, how someone so independent and valiant like Ellie could become so submissive and delicate, allowing herself to split open and fall apart for you. The way she flows through dominance and submission so effortlessly like water. Her existence is expansive and refreshing and tantalizing, she’s so layered and complicated everything about her pulls you in and sends you into a frenzy.

You reach around with your right hand and play with her heavy clit, engorged with blood. “Don’t stop—ugh—please don’t stop!” She sobs out, nearly choking on her own saliva. Drool hangs from her swollen red lips. She’s frantically bucking her hips back to meet yours. Thrusting at this angle is difficult, your muscles are straining and aching but you don’t care, you just wanna get her there.

You won’t tease her the way she likes to tease you— at least not today. You won’t pin her on her back and pull out, leave her empty and desperate. You won’t smack her pussy with the phallus and tell her to beg for it. Make her tell you just how much she loves it, and needs you to make her feel good. You won’t today, you just want to get her there.

She screams when she comes. It’s so loud and erotic it could make a stripper blush. Liquid oozes out of her throbbing pussy like sap from a tree, making a mess of her thighs and the bed beneath you. You ease on her, gently fucking her through her orgasm. Slowly, you pull your thumb out her ass, and ease the dildo out of her.

“Oh fuck babe,” she chokes out, voice raspy and gritty. She lowers herself flat onto her belly, turning her face to you. You take in her side profile, the sweet slope of her nose and the orangy pink skin under her freckles.

After seeing her like this, you just wanna be close to her, want to hold her as her trembling body recovers, and kiss her damp skin. You hastily remove the strap and lay behind her, pulling her body flush against yours. “Ellie I love you so much,” you affirm, nuzzling into her neck, kissing the soft skin there.

She clasps her hand over yours and leans back onto you, relishing in the comfort and the stillness. Neither of you speak for a while, Ellie too occupied with catching her breath and her dignity.

“Babe, can I return the favor?” she asks softly, pressing a kiss to your hand.

Your pussy jumps at the question, and you realize just how needy fucking her has made you. “If you can move your legs,” you respond cheekily, biting your lip, anticipating her reaction.

Ellie pauses, like something just snapped inside of her, and licks her lips, “Just you wait. I’m gonna tear you up!”

It makes you blush because you know she will, nobody could ever make you feel as good as she does.

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[isabella-kr]

Underneath the Moonlight

Synopsis: Getting stuck in a far-away safehouse in the middle of a snow storm wasn't ideal. But it is during those moments that the most closed off people may reveal more of themselves, and she never expected that, of all people, her intimidating lieutenant would have such a soft side he kept hidden away.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female!Reader

Requested: No

Genre: Smut / Fluff ! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD

Warnings: Smut, mature content, inappropriate relationship with a superior, description of male and female genitalia, descriptions of male and female body, fingering, penetrative sex, p in v, creampie, soft sex, Simon is touch starved, fear of attachments, scars, body worship, Ghost is a huge softy because I said so, it also gets sad at one point but briefly

Do not repost

Word Count: 6k

General Masterlist COD:MWII Masterlist

GIF not mine

The wind was howling and screeching as the old, rusty car struggled to drive through the mountain of snow. The freezing wind squeezed through the gaps between the door and infiltrated the space within the small truck. She shivered, her teeth chittering as she attempted to warm up by hugging herself and breathing into her hands.  

The number of layers she currently had on her didn’t seem to matter, as the cold seemed to penetrate through every gap in her clothing and stick to her skin like cleavers. She could see a faint cloud form in front of her every time she breathed, reminding her of the many times she was stranded in the freezing cold during a mission. This was starting to become a common occurrence and she was not too happy about that revelation.  

She glanced to the side, watching as her Lieutenant kept a strong hold on the steering wheel. The old thing was close to falling apart, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised when the engine revved for the first time. She was expecting his attempts to fail miserably, already preparing herself for the ten mile walk to the safe house. Luckily, her pessimism was proven otherwise. She guessed she would rather be freezing cold inside the car than have to face the storm brewing outside.  

Ghost didn’t seem to be as cold as she was. Though she assumed he could have just been hiding his discomfort like he usually did. He was one giant mystery of a man, and although he had opened up to her before, she still felt as though she knew nothing about him. Which, to an extent, was true. She knew the basics, just enough for them to consider each other friends. But she knew nothing of his past, and a part of her believed she never would.  

“We’re almost there,” his gruff voice suddenly rang out, pulling her out of her own thoughts.  

She nodded, though she didn’t say anything in return. She was only hoping the safe house would have some sort of heating system within it, otherwise she was sure she was going to freeze to death. She almost jumped with excitement when, through the thick fog of snow, she could see the outline of a small, wooden house. A sigh of relief left her lips, and her eyes closed for just a moment.  

The car soon came to a creaky stop, and she silently thanked whatever forces were out there for not letting it explode on the way there. The moment she opened the car door, she wished she didn’t. The freezing air instantly made her skin prickle, her face feeling numb as her feet dived into the sea of snow. It enveloped her calves, making it difficult to push through, but the promise of a warm safehouse gave her the motivation she needed.  

In what felt like seconds, she was already inside. The place looked awful. She was sure it hasn’t been used in years, if not decades. All hope of a heating system immediately went out the window the moment she realised how truly old the place was. She felt as though she was transported back to the 90s, nay maybe even the 70s.  

And even if it didn’t look as old as it did – click – the electricity wasn’t working. She didn’t know whether it was because of the storm outside or if it hadn’t worked for years, but she doubted it would come back on anytime soon.  

The sound of footsteps coming up behind her made her release a sharp exhale, “This is a shithole.”  

“It’ll do,” was Ghost’s reply. “Go look for blankets. I’ll start the fire.”  

It was only once he mentioned the fire that she noticed the stone fireplace hiding behind a stack of boxes. She felt relieved for a moment, watching as his tall figure approached the corner of the room, moving the stacks of boxes to the side to inspect the fireplace.  

She hesitantly moved from her spot and ventured into one of the only other rooms within the house. The moment she stepped foot inside it, she felt the protein bar she ate 6 hours ago try to come back out. The room smelt of death and mould, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she found a rotting corpse somewhere in the small space.  

The bed was broken in the middle and the mattress was a sickly green colour. She could only gag at the sight, ruling out the option of either of them sleeping soundly on a bed.  

“Why the fuck is this still marked as a safehouse,” she muttered to herself whilst crouching down, opening all the drawers she could find in search of a blanket. A pillow. Anything.  

There was nothing in the room except the vomit-inducing smell. And so, before she had the chance to actually throw up in the middle of the floor, she sped away and entered the room next door.  

The bathroom was much nicer. Not nice, but nicer than whatever was happening in the bedroom. She slowly approached the toilet and pressed the lever, grinning when she heard the loud noise of the water flushing. At least the toilet was useable, that was a relief. 

There was a small cabinet in the corner of the bathroom, right beside the lime-scaled bathtub. She wasn’t quite sure what else she was expecting to find in there, but the sight of towels made a frown pull at the corners of her lips.  

She felt defeated when she left the cold bathroom, more so when she saw Ghost struggling to light the fire with the wood that was laying around in the common space. “How’s it going?” she questioned despite clearly seeing him struggle.  

“Shit,” was all he said in return, an annoyed grunt leaving his throat as he blew on the wood.  

She let herself look around the, what looked like, a living-room. The sofa-bed was sunken in and the material was severely ripped. The arm chairs which stood at either side of it didn’t look much better, making her curse at the only option the two had.  

Sleeping on the floor it is.  

As she looked around, her eyes eventually settled on a closet which stood at the far end wall of the room. How she hadn’t seen it before, she wasn’t sure. But she was glad she eventually did, because the moment she did –  

“Bingo!” A wide smile pulled at her lips.  

Not only were there blankets in there, but also two, thick duvets that she was more than happy to see. Taking one of the duvets, she placed it on top of the carpet in the middle of the room, not too far away from the fireplace. She turned the blankets into make-shift pillows and then placed the other duvet on top. She guessed this was better than sleeping on the floor, or on the mould-ridden bed in the other room.  

A bright light made her look up, and a smile formed on her face when she noticed the fire that now engulfed the logs of wood. Ghost looked down at the ‘bed’ and sent her a confused glance.  

“Yeah, sorry, but unless you want to sleep on a mouldy bed, or on that piece of shit,” she pointed at the sofa behind her, “we’re gonna have to share.”  

Ghost didn’t break their eye contact, as if contemplating what his next move was going to be. Eventually, he sighed and accepted his fate. “Kick me in your sleep and I’ll lock you out.”  

She looked offended at his words, her brows furrowing and mouth falling open, “I don’t kick in my sleep, dickhead.”  

He nodded, as if not believing her and walked away, making his way towards the bathroom.  

By the time the two were situated in the bed, if you could even call it that, the moon had risen high in the sky, making her smile at the sight. The flames had warmed up the room, and hiding under the duvet, she could no longer feel any cold that lingered in the air.  

The two soldiers were laying on their backs, her position closer to the fireplace than his. She guessed it was a chivalrous act, or maybe he just didn’t get cold as easily as her. Whatever it was, she was glad, her eyes admiring the orange flames as though they were a painting in an art gallery.  

At this point, the two had stripped from some of their clothes, only leaving their socks, cargo pants and t-shirt on, and in Ghost’s case, also his mask. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do.  

With a small inhale, she glanced over at the man laying down beside her. The black paint was still smudged around his closed eyes, and staring at his covered side profile made her wonder what was hiding under the balaclava. She guessed she would never know, but it was fun to speculate, especially when she had nothing better to do.  

Her eyes drifted downwards a bit, past his nose, lips, chin and down to his neck, right above his clavicle. There was a faint line there, almost invisible unless you paid attention. Her hand moved without her realising and before she knew it, she was pressing her index finger against the bumpy patch of skin.  

His eyes shot open, though he didn’t move. He didn’t say anything either, only letting his eyes move to gaze at her concentrated expression. Eventually, her eyes lifted, making contact with his brown ones. He was expecting her to move away, maybe even apologise, but she didn’t. Instead, she sent him a soft smile and spoke, “When did you get this one?” 

He remained silent for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before he decided to answer, “Five years ago.”  

She nodded with a hum and turned on her side to see him better, “Mission?”  

“Yeah,” he swallowed thickly and glanced down at her cheek, where a small scar decorated her skin. “What about that one?” 

She smiled at his words, and for a second he thought she was going to burst out laughing. “Training. Got knocked out and fell. The asshole had a ring on his finger and cut me up.” 

Ghost hummed, looking back up at the ceiling. For a moment, she thought that was the end of their conversation, but he soon spoke up once again, “Did you return the favour?”  

“Hell yeah, I did,” she grinned, “Broke his nose.”  

If she didn’t know any better, she would have said he laughed at her answer. But she couldn’t be certain, not when she could only see his eyes.  

“You got anyone out there?” she asked, only realising how invasive the question was after she said it. For a second, she was afraid he would blow up on her, tell her to go to sleep and mind her own business. 

But he didn’t. Instead, he took in a deep breath and shook his head, “No.”  

“Me neither,” she told him. “I guess it’s better this way, right? No one’s gonna be sad when we get killed off.”  

Ghost hummed in agreement.  

“Though sometimes,” she laid back down on her back, staring up at the wooden ceiling, “It’s gonna sound selfish, but sometimes I wish I did have someone out there. Someone I could visit when we’re not deployed.”  

He didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t even move a muscle, but she could see that he agreed. He didn’t have to tell her out loud when his eyes said enough.  

Biting on the inside of her cheek, she turned towards him with a smirk, “You ever had a girlfriend, or boyfriend?”  

This time, he rolled his eyes and turned away from her, his back facing her.  

“It was just a question,” she laughed, “Come on, don’t ignore me. I’ll pester you all night if you don’t turn back around.”  

“Go to sleep,” he told her. It wasn’t a suggestion. She knew that tone of voice, it was an order.  

An order she was going to disobey. “Come on, talk to me. We’re gonna be here for the next few days, so we might as well talk.”  

“No,” he huffed, letting himself fall on his back again. 

“No, what?” she asked.  

“Your question,” he reminded her, “No.”  

“Ah,” she hummed, “Me neither. Guess we’re both loners. Would you ever-” 

“No,” he answered before she could even finish her sentence. 

Her brows furrowed, “Why?”  

He turned his head in her direction, their eyes locking together as he answered her truthfully, “Why would I? We’re gone most the time. I die, they’re left alone. Doesn’t sound fair.”  

She hummed in thought, “I guess. But maybe they would just be happy to have spent that time with you, rather than none at all?” 

He searched her eyes for something, refusing to look away even when he didn’t find what he was looking for, “You feel that way?”  

“As in, would I rather spend time with someone and have them die, rather than never know them at all?” she asked, and he nodded, confirming her question. She pondered for a while. She would definitely be devastated and heartbroken, but at the end of the day, she knew her answer, “Yes.”  

This time, he fully turned on his side to be able to look at her, “Why?”  

“Everyone dies, Ghost,��� she told him as though he wasn’t aware of the fact, “Even if we were civilians, we could die suddenly. Car crash, stabbing, or maybe even an undiagnosed illness. It doesn’t matter, we’d all die eventually anyway. If everyone avoided relationships just because of that fear, we would have died out centuries ago.”  

Simon thought over her words. He understood what she meant, because despite it hurting when he lost people – soldiers, friends – he didn’t regret ever knowing them. They lived in his memories. Memories which sometimes haunted him in the middle of the night, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret ever meeting them.  

He didn’t realise how long he seemed to have been staring at her, unblinking, until she spoke once again. “You’ve got pretty eyes, you know?” 

She changed topics a lot, which he already knew from years of working with her. But it never failed to take him by surprise, especially when she said something like this. “They’re brown,” he pointed out.  

“Yeah. They’re warm,” she told him seriously.  

“Warm?” 

“Mhm,” she nodded, “Bet you’re pretty, too.”  

He almost snorted. “Trying to get me to take my mask off?”  

She shrugged, a smile pulling at her lips, “You caught me.”  

He shook his head, amused by her antics as he let his eyes fall closed. Just for a moment, because not even a minute later, he felt her fingers pushing back some of the dirty-blonde hair which managed to escape from under his mask.  

His eyes shot open, but there was no hostility in them. In fact, they were soft.  Softer than she ever saw them before. There was a slight glaze to them, and she didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she moved forward, her face barely inches away from his.  

He didn’t move back, and she took it as a good sign. She always did feel a certain attraction to him, his gruff voice and tall stature was sure to pull her in despite her protests. But he was her superior, she wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. Not when it could get them both in trouble.  

He said her name lowly, the sound of his voice making her look down at his balaclava-covered lips. She wanted to move the wretched material away, but she knew better. She didn’t move, her eyes moving back up to his, only to find them staring at her own lips.  

“Gho-” 

“Simon,” he whispered, the name sounding foreign on his lips.  

Was this permission? She could only assume it was, and so she whispered, “Simon.”  

His eyes closed at that, only opening back up when his hand was gently holding her jaw. His touch was feather-light as if he feared she would disintegrate the moment his skin made contact with hers.  

She placed her hand on his, a small smile playing at her lips when she angled her face enough to place a soft kiss on the inside of his palm. He watched her moves carefully, only moving closer towards her after watching the gesture he had never received from anyone before.  

He whispered her name again, this time placing his forehead against hers as he did so.  

“Simon,” she spoke softly, her eyes staring deeply into his. “Can I kiss you?”  

He clenched his eyes shut. And to her, it looked as though he was fighting with himself. Trying to fight against what he wanted, and what he knew was right. Yet despite all this, his thumb hooked around the bottom of his mask and lifted it just above his half-full lips.  

He didn’t open his eyes after he did so, not even after his hand returned to her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek with so much affection, she felt as though she was going to melt.  

“Can I?” she asked again.  

He nodded, moving towards her and pressing his lips against hers himself. The kiss was slow and soft, his lips working against hers with a gentleness she wasn’t aware he was capable of. She moved herself up ever so slightly, balancing herself on her elbow without breaking the kiss. They were in sync, and all she could think about how perfect the moment was. How his lips fit perfectly against hers. How his touch was soft and gentle as he used both his hands to cup her face, his palms feeling hot on her warm skin.  

She pulled away, catching her breath as Simon chased after her lips, desperate to feel more of her touch. He stared up at her, his fingers tangling into her hair as he placed his forehead against hers.  

“This is wrong,” he voiced.  

She knew it was. He didn’t have to tell her. Internal affairs would have a field day, had they found out about this. But she wasn’t going to tell, and neither was he. They were stuck in an isolated safe-house with no electricity and they wouldn’t be able to go back for the next few days. There would be no way of this ever getting out, but the fear was still there.  

She let out a sharp breath, “Do you want to stop?”  

He shook his head, “Fuck no,” and pressed his nose against hers, “Do you?”  

She breathed out a laugh, “Fuck no.”  

There was a moment of pause, neither of them making a move to enjoy the closeness between them. The echoing of the crackling fire created a feeling of cosiness in the otherwise uncomfortable safehouse, making them wish for the moment to never end.  

With a shaky breath, she pressed her lips against his again, the material of his balaclava rubbing against her nose as he angled his face to deepen the otherwise soft kiss. He pushed himself up on his arm and guided her to her back as his tongue slipped inside her mouth.  

She didn’t feel intimidated by his larger frame hovering above her. It was quite the opposite in fact, as she felt safer than ever. She felt at peace when he moved on top of her, placing one knee between her thighs to hold himself up, careful not to collapse on top of her body.  

“Simon,” she whined, her abdomen feeling warm with excitement.  

He groaned and his head fell against her shoulder, hand moving away from her cheek to rest beside her head. He pressed his lips against her neck and her eyes had fallen closed, enjoying the feeling of soft, gentle kisses being peppered from her clavicle and up to her jaw. She had never imagined him to be as soft as he was. A part of her believed he would be a rough lover, with harsh kisses and hard touches, but the reality caught her by surprise, and she could only smile at the almost loving kisses he placed upon her skin.  

She turned her head to the side, pressing her lips against his as her hands ventured downward, pulling his tucked-in shirt from underneath his pants. Her fingers made contact with the skin on his abdomen, and the man above her let out a groan. She wondered when the last time he got touched in any way was. When was the last time he kissed someone, or had someone press their palms against his? She could only assume it was years ago, if ever.  

“Can I?” She asked, tugging at his shirt.  

He nodded, sitting up on his knees to pull his shirt over his head and throw it behind him. Her eyes immediately went down to his chest that was littered with scars from missions in the past. Some were deep and long and others short and faint. There was a burn mark on his shoulder and with a frown, she pushed herself up to press a soft kiss against it.  

Simon sighed, his hand reaching for the back of her head to run his fingers through her hair. She smiled at him and reached for her own shirt, pulling it off her body and leaving her in her sports bra. He watched her attentively, half-lidded eyes taking in her half-naked form. Surprising him further, she reached for the clasp on her back and got rid of the restraining bra, a soft sigh leaving her lips.  

His eyes lifted to hers again and, with a soft look on his face, he placed one of his hands on her waist to push her back on the make-shift bed. He trailed another set of kisses down from her neck and down to the valley of her breasts, yet his hand remained on her hip.  

It was only when she placed her hand on hers and moved it up her body that his warm palm cupped one of her breasts, receiving a series of moans from her in return. She could feel him smile against her soft skin before his lips enveloped her nipple, wetting it with his tongue.  

“Simon,” she moaned, reaching for his head, only to be met with the material of his mask. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to rip the dreaded thing off his head.  

He groaned in return, stopping his ministrations against her breasts when he felt her thighs wrap around his waist. He moved his hand down to her cargo-covered leg, pulling it slightly higher up his waist.  

They shared a long look, and a small frown pulled on his lips 

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern.  

Simon moved back, and for a second she panicked. Had she done something wrong? She was about to ask him when his hand reached for his mask. She was expecting him to pull it back down, but instead his finger pulled it up, reaching only his nose before she stopped in. 

She had a worried in look in her eyes, “You don’t have to,” she told him, afraid she somehow pressured him into removing the covering.  

He smiled at her. A genuine smile that has her knees feeling weak, “I want to,” he told her as he removed the mask and exposed his face for her to see.  

She watched him with widened eyes, admiring him like he was a piece of art. And perhaps, to her he was. Every scar that decorated his skin, those half-full lips, lightly crooked nose and those warm brown eyes she found herself drowning in. Every part of him was art. 

She cupped his face and moved towards him, straddling his waist and pressing her chest against his. “I knew you were pretty,” she grinned.  

He let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling in the corners at her words. With a smile, she connected their lips again, wrapping her arms around his neck as his snaked around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Her lips left his, leaving him to chase after her with a small groan.  

She connected her lips to the skin on his shoulders, busying herself with kissing every scar she came across as her hands went down to his abdomen, pulling on his belt to undo it. It didn’t take her long, and soon the leather was hanging loosely around his hips, the metals clinking against each other. His zipper was next to be undone, getting pulled down by her slender fingers as he let out a quiet moan.  

She almost squealed when his arms wrapped tighter around her waist and pulled her up to her feet, his form towering over hers. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the metal of her own belt and unbuckled it with expert fingers, letting the leather loose. She watched as he then hooked his fingers around the top of his cargo pants and pushed them down, letting them fall all the way off before kicking them away.  

Her eyes darkened with lust as she shamelessly looked upon the tent in his boxers. He let out a chuckle and approached her, his lips pressing into hers as his arms landed on her waist, sliding downward until his hands reached her own cargos. Deepening the kiss, he pushed them down enough for him to cup her ass, letting the material fall to the floor and join his own when she kicked them away.  

They were soon back on the soft duvets, her legs wrapped around his waist as his boxer-covered cock pressed against her core. She whined at the contact, breaking the deep kiss as her fingers dug into his shoulder blades.  

Ghost sent her a soft smile, placing a kiss to her cheek before diving his head and kissing his way down her body. He stopped at her abdomen, above the line of her underwear. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and expecting, “Can I?” he asked.  

With a heavy exhale, she nodded.  

“I need to hear you say it,” he spoke in almost a whisper.  

She let out a shaky breath, “Yes.”  

With a smile and a gentle kiss against her abdomen, he pulled her underwear down her legs. He couldn’t stop his eyes from settling between her legs once the thin material was off her body. Suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, she closed her thighs.  

He looked up at her, his eyes understanding as he placed a hand on her knee, “It’s okay,” he told her softly. 

She hesitantly opened her legs up slightly and Simon placed them on either side of his hips again, not even once breaking eye contact as he did so – it was intense, the way he was looking at her. Despite his eyes remaining as soft as when their evening began, she could see a certain intensity within them. Perhaps it was due to the moonlight highlighting his face, making his gaze seem more passionate than it actually was.  

His muscles also seemed to benefit from the bright moon, the light highlighting every vein on his bicep and every muscle on his abdomen as he crawled on top of her once again. Taking her lips in his, he let his hand travel from her legs and stop between her thighs to collect the pooling arousal with his index finger. 

She moaned at the action, her legs tightening around him as her fingers grabbed onto his dirty-blonde hair. Their tongues met, exploring one another with fervour as his moved up towards her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. 

She moaned into his mouth, head falling back and eyes clenching shut as the ecstatic feeling made her move her hips upwards. Simon kissed her pulse, humming against her skin as he gently placed one digit at her entrance, the finger moving inside her with ease.  

A harsh tug at his hair made him release a low groan, though a smile played at his lips at the sound of her breathy moans. Adding another thick finger, he massaged her walls by curling them inside her. She moved her hips in sync with his movements and clenched her eyes shut, entirely losing herself in the feeling of him pleasuring her.  

“Simon,” she moaned, and the way she said his name - in such an erotic way - had him moving his own hips downward. His cock was now uncomfortably pushing against the fabric of his boxers, and she could not stop herself from using her feet to push it down his hips. His dick sprang free, and he hissed upon feeling the raw air against his skin.  

Her name fell from his lips when he felt her walls clench around his him, speeding up the movement of his fingers to chase her incoming orgasm. She looked up at him, her lust-filled eyes glassy as they rolled to the back of her head. 

She moaned his name once again as she felt herself approaching the finish line. Her legs tightened around him and arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush against her. His cock made contact with her abdomen and a small hiss left his lips as he rocked his hips upwards. 

Finally, with a loud moan, she felt the knot that formed in her stomach let go, and her orgasm washed over her. Her legs trembled and walls clenched tightly around his to digits, which he continued pumping in and out to milk her orgasm. Her breathing was erratic, and with his head pressed against her body, he could hear her heart jump in her ribcage.  

He eventually pulled his fingers out and untangled her arms from around his neck, pushing himself up enough to be able to look at her. The hand that previously toyed with her was now on her thigh, keeping her leg in place as he gazed into her eyes.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, his gruff voice ever so soft.  

She could only nod, not trusting her own voice as she could feel his hard cock resting against her, leaking precum that slowly pooled on her skin.  

“D’you want to continue?” he questioned.  

This time, she answered with a smile, “Yeah.”  

Nodding, he kissed her once more, groaning when he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his cock and moved her hand up and down as their tongues met once more. She pressed his dick against her vulva, gathering the remains of her arousal with the tip. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes meeting hers as she angled him at her entrance, sending him a small nod to let him know it was okay.  

Moving her leg further up his hips, he pushed into her, his cock entering the walls which invited him with a warm hug. They both moaned in unison as he stretched her, gently pushing more of himself in until he was fully seated inside of her.  

His hips stilled for just a moment, enough for him to look at her once more and see her nod. Giving him permission to move.  

His thrusts were slow, matching the softness he had shown her the entire evening. He pulled out almost completely, making her feel empty until he dived back inside and filled her up entirely once again. His head fell to her shoulder, groans and moans leaving his mouth with every thrust.  

Despite wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and lose herself in the feeling – of his chest rubbing against her perky nipples, of his cock hitting the back of her uterus with every thrust and in the way his pelvis deliciously brushed against her clit – she didn’t. She looked down to where his hand held her thigh, keeping it up on his hip, perhaps to give himself a better angle, or maybe just because he wanted to touch her. His tattoos were almost shining in the moonlight, and so was he. His skin looked ethereal under the bright light, and she hoped the sight would never escape her memory.  

The moonlight was washed over the both of them, and the warmth from the fireplace made the moment feel more romantic than it otherwise would have been. They didn’t pay attention to the dust-filled floors, the smell of mildew in the air or even the harsh storm outside the window. All they could feel was each other’s skin, and all they could hear was the gentle moans getting past their lips. Everything else was forgotten; it was ignored.  

“Simon, please,” she whined, pressing a kiss to his shoulder to urge his movements. He sped up his thrusts, yet only slightly. Not too fast or rough, but just enough to chase their orgasms. He could feel her clench around him once again, and the wet sounds coming from between her legs gave him further motivation to get them there faster.  

His thrusts got lightly rougher, his pelvis hitting her clit more harshly than before, but that only made her moans increase in volume and her fingers dig into his shoulder blades. She let out a choked sob and with a stronger clench than before, she finally came around his hardened cock.  

Simon moaned at the feeling, hips beginning to stutter as he approached his own orgasm. “W-here?” he asked, pulling himself up to look into her eyes.  

She smiled up at him, unable to find the strength to answer him, and so she just nodded. She was still clenching around him when he thrusted deeper into her, getting entirely swallowed inside of her as he let go. He painted her insides white with a loud grunt, and his forehead fell against hers. 

They were both panting, trying to catch their breaths as they embraced one another. They stayed like that for a short while, bodies pressed against each other and his cock was still deep inside her. Despite the sensitivity they both felt in their groins, they were comfortable. They felt safe within each other’s arms, and for a moment they even managed to forget where they were. That they were soldiers and this moment of bliss would not last long.  

With a soft kiss against her cheek, he pulled out of her. She was ready to wrap her arms around him again when he stood up, moving away from her and heading to the bathroom. She was confused for a short while until he returned with a damp towel and kneeled beside her.  

“It’s not mouldy, is it?” she asked seriously when he placed the cold cloth against her hot skin, collecting the sticky fluids which stuck to her. 

Shaking his head, “No,” he assured her, momentarily watching as his own cum spilled out of her before collecting it with the towel. Once he deemed them both clean from their activities, he left the towel in the sink and laid down beside her. They wrapped their arms around one another, the duvet covering their naked forms as their legs got tangled together.  

She let out a soft sigh, “This is going to complicate things, isn’t it?”  

“Yeah,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound like he regretted anything that had happened. He kissed the crown of her head and closed his eyes, enjoying how their bodies were pressed together – how he could feel the heat radiating off her, and how he could feel her heartbeat against the skin on his chest.  

“I won’t tell,” she told him, as though that was his concern.  

He breathed out a laugh, “I know,” he told her, “Sleep. We’ll talk it out tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, closing her eyes as the crackling of the fire lulled them both to sleep.   

The two stayed like that all night; their limbs tangled together as the moon bathed them with its light, giving them its blessing.  

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Etched in Red: Rust (Part One)

Event Masterlist

Vash the Stampede x female reader

Part Two

w.c 1.4k

tw: yandere themes, canon-typical violence and death, kidnapping

There’s an old earth saying about the best way to boil a frog.

If the water’s already boiling and you drop the frog right in, it hops right out. The key, or so the story says, is to start with tepid water, then turn the heat up slowly, little by little. The poor frog, relaxed by the warming water, won’t make a fuss when the temperature starts to rise, won’t leap from the water.

Blind to the danger, that frog will sit calm and placid, letting itself steadily be boiled alive. 

Has the water always been this warm?

You stare, empty eyed at the wreckage of the homestead before you. The broken bodies Wolfwood’s diligently dragging off god knows where to perform whatever rites he thinks are necessary. Smoke and the scent of gunpowder and blood linger in the air you breathe, you can taste it on your tongue.

But it’s white noise in the background. You keep thinking of the man you saw.

Well, maybe ‘man’ isn’t the right word. Half his face was cybernetic, his body twisted and warped into a weapon that mercilessly ripped through that family. You don’t doubt his humanity because of his body, you doubt it because there was nothing in his eyes. Not anger or rage, not glee or regret. 

He was nothing but a tool, mindless to all but his master’s whims.

“I’m sorry.”

The words wash over you, but the blond’s touch is warm, solid as he pulls you into his chest, rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you, his own cybernetic arm rubbing soothingly at your back.

Why he’s apologising, you’re not entirely sure. For not getting there in time to stop it? Because it happened at all?

This isn’t his fault. 

Either way, you let your arms curl loosely around his waist and bury yourself in him, eyes welling up with tears you’re sick of shedding. “I have to get her back, Vash,” you mumble.

For weeks now, you’ve imagined it. All the terrible fates that might’ve met your sister at the hands of Knives Millions. Dead. Locked in some dungeon somewhere, rotting away. Tortured. Ripped apart. Forced into servitude, humiliated, broken, beaten–

Your stomach clenches, threatening to upheave.

Experimented on. 

“I need her back.”

The broad palm stroking along your spine falters, and Vash pulls back enough to meet your watery gaze. Behind his glasses, pools of impossible blue shine with concern, a flicker of something else – guilt, maybe? – bleeding through, even as he paints a small, thin smile across his face, “Hey, you promised me you weren’t gonna think like that anymore. Your sister… he won’t hurt her.”

“Stop saying that!”

Snapping at him won’t solve anything, you can’t help it though. Whatever this spiral is that you’re caught in, it has its claws in you, dragging you down into a pit of hysteria. Your breath comes quick, choppy, and all of a sudden you can’t bear his hands on you – you shove at him, stumbling back with a shuddering gasp.

“He hates us, Vash! He hates humans. I watched him kill our parents, he cut them to pieces, like they were nothing, less than dirt, and for what? Why?! And that– that thing!” you gesture wildly in the direction the gunman disappeared off to. “Do you think whoever he was, he signed up for that? Is that the best I can hope for? That if my sister hasn’t already been eviscerated, maybe he’ll lay her down on a table, slice away at her until nothing’s left but metal and blind obedience to a madman, until she’s just another tool for him to–”

You don’t get to finish the thought, Vash quick to close the distance between you, seizing your violently trembling hands in his, holding them up between you. “He won’t,” he vows. “I need you to believe me, Nai isn’t hurting her. He wouldn’t.”

But you’re too far gone for soft platitudes. You shake your head, only half aware that you’re moving at all, “You don’t know that, you can’t–” your voice cracks, another sob threatening to burst. 

You hate that you’re doing this here, now; crying for your stolen sister on the site of another bloody, brutal massacre. The only mercy in this is that Wolfwood’s still off dealing with the bodies. Vash bearing witness is bad enough, you don’t think you can handle anyone else seeing you this brittle.

With a wounded noise, he lets one of your hands slip from his to brush at your tears with a gentleness that steals your breath. “Don’t cry, angel. I promise you, she’s not being hurt. Nai won’t let anything happen to her.”

A promise.

Vash promised weeks ago, earnesty dripping from every word, that he’d help you find and free your sister. At the time, you could’ve kissed him, bowed at his feet, given him anything in your power to give. No else was offering. No one else cared about some stupid girl from a nowhere town, kidnapped by a vicious egomaniac bent on eradicating humanity. 

(You swore to yourself, too, that you wouldn’t hold it against him that he called that monster brother).

You trusted him then, the weight of that promise settling into your soul like a brand. Vash would help bring her home, he promised.

Vash, cradling your tear-stained cheek, peers down at you with that same striking intensity, like he’s willing you to believe they’re not throw-away words to comfort you, he means them. Your sister hasn’t been harmed. She won’t be.

Which makes you wonder, a cold thread of unease slithering down your spine, how he can promise something like that. 

“… Vash, how could you possibly know that for sure?” you whisper, the sound carrying in the too quiet stillness of the homestead.

The hand you squeeze isn’t made of flesh, blood and bone – you barely notice, searching Vash’s face in turn, praying to yourself that just this once, his words are empty.

The soft, pink flush that paints his cheeks quickly turns those hopes to ash and dust.

And perhaps he senses that too, because the moment you try to step back, put a little distance between you so you can breathe, that grip of his becomes iron. 

Vash wets his lips and swallows, a shallow bobbing of his throat, “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not. I’d never–” he breaks off with a strangled sounding huff, his fingers flexing around your wrist. He’s always been bright, excitable. Sunshine on a summer’s day.

Now he just looks manic. Eyes too bright, too wide. A jitteriness that sets you on edge. 

“The plan was to get her out, like I promised. It’d be quicker if it was just me, I didn’t want– I couldn’t risk anything happening to you if I brought you with me. It’d kill me. Kill me. But Nai, he– she’s important to him, I think. He needs her.” Vash frowns, “I swear I was gonna bring her back to you like I promised, that’s the only reason I went, and I would’ve, you know I would’ve if I thought for a moment she was in any danger, but…”

“You saw her?”

With those sad, puppy-dog eyes fixed on you, he nods. 

Something painful wrenches in your chest at the admission, and with a sharp tug to your wrist, Vash is there, his forehead pressed against yours, murmuring near frantic reassurances – excuses – as though there won’t be bruises left in his wake.

He saw her.

Vash was there, he saw her and he left her. 

Bitterness cleaves at you. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Agony.

You’re a fool. 

“Let go of me.” Your voice is robotic, a cold contrast to the roaring mess of emotions in your head.

If Vash hears you, he gives no indication. There’s not enough air in the room, every inch of it tainted by Vash clutching you closer, holding you tighter. Like he senses that if he loosens his grip, even for a second, you’ll disappear altogether. 

“Let go of me… Vash, let me go! LET ME GO!”

You’re shrieking, pushing and shoving at him, beating your fists against his chest, and Vash looks halfway to distraught as, for a split second, his eyes flicker to focus on something just behind you. “I’m sorry, angel. I’ll make it up to you.”

The sudden, blinding burst of pain at the back of your skull comes out of nowhere. Drops you cold to the ground, and as the darkness swallows you up whole, you hear him speak again, that broken, mournful tone that tears at your heartstrings. 

“I’m sorry.”

Close your eyes, little frog. Drift off. The water’s nice and toasty.

#yandere trigun stampede #yandere vash the stampede x reader #yandere vash the stampede #yandere vash #yandere vash x reader

[thisreadswhatever]

To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[summary]: after overhearing a conversation that could be detrimental to the future of samcro, the club has voted that you have to die. fortunately for you, jax has to complete the kill.

[cw]: 18+, female reader(y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, knives, smut, cliff hanger, possible grammar/spelling errors, generally following the show but slightly AU

[authors note]: so this one shot turned into something more and will be getting a part two as i'm not done with this scenario. i realised during this just how hard it is for me to write in a way where i don’t want jax to come tape me up and murder me... so sometimes the reader (y/n) makes some really questionable decisions, simply because i would let this man get away with anything. i hope you enjoy it :)

“We really talking about offing a chick right now?” Juice stared at his fellow members with wide eyes.

“She heard everything, Juice.” Even though he was whispering, Tig’s panic was loud and clear. “You wanna be the one to risk prison time over some waitress in a diner?”

Jax slammed his hand on the table, “We. Don’t. Kill. Women.” 

Bobby looked around at the eyes now peering towards their table before shaking his head at Jax in disapproval, “We also don’t talk about club business outside of Chapel, for this exact reason.”

Tig doubled down now he knew Bobby agreed. “She heard too much. I saw it in her eyes, Jax. I can handle the hit. I’ll follow her out back, it’ll look like she was mugged. No witnesses. No trace.” 

“Do you hear yourself right now brother? We don’t even know if she heard-” Juice stopped abruptly as he saw you walking over to their table, bill in hand. You smiled at the blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bench, avoiding the 5 other guys glaring at you. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with today?” He grinned back at you, taking the bill from your hand, “I think we’re all done here.” He placed three twenty dollar bills inside the wallet, a very generous tip, before handing it back to you. “Thanks for stopping by, boys. Get home safe.” 

“You too, darlin.’”

Jax watched you walk away, making sure you were out of range before addressing the other members. “See? She heard nothing. That ain’t no witness that’s going to talk to feds. She’s not even spooked.”

Tig scoffed and Bobby lowered his eyes at Jax, “Maybe we should take a vote, Pres.?”

Jax was really pissed now, even contemplating killing a woman made his blood boil. But Bobby was his VP, and he was right, this wasn’t a decision he could make himself. Jax let out a large exhale, glancing at you as you cleaned the last remaining tables. He leaned into the table, “Fine, we vote. All in favor of murdering the poor innocent diner chick. I’ll start. Nay.”

He was the only one who voted so. Juice had almost sided with him, but everything Tig had said persuaded him to change his vote. Tig had panicked the rest of the members into actually killing a woman. Jax was outnumbered, and there was nothing more he could do. While you were finishing your night shift, the Sons of Anarchy had just sentenced you to die. 

Jax had managed to get Tig to back off, reluctantly agreeing to let him carry out the hit instead. He figured at least he could kill you quickly, saving you from Tig’s twisted methods. The other members had left, leaving him the only 4 seater vehicle they had brought out that evening. Although you didn’t know it, Jax was waiting for you across the parking lot, leaning against the hood of Piney’s car, cigarette in hand. You shut the door to the diner behind you, fumbling with your purse to find your car keys. You were too preoccupied with the broken zipper on your bag to realise the same blonde haired man from earlier was still there, and approaching you. 

“Lost somethin’ darlin’?” 

“Shit-”, his voice startled you, causing you to drop your purse and everything in it across the lot. 

“Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He helped as you collected the strung out items across the tarmac. “You didn’t mean to scare a girl leaving work on her own in the pitch black at this time of night?” You snapped at him as you searched for your belongings along some hedges. Jax handed you a tube of lipstick and your reading glasses, that had somehow survived the fall. 

“I guess I didn’t think that one through. Sorry about that.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you. You barely acknowledged as he spoke, ignoring his hand, as you were desperately scanning the floor. 

“Well you’re gonna be really sorry. You have to drive me home. My keys aren’t here..” 

 “Fuck- you cant find them?” He dropped to his knees again, searching the ground with you. You could barely see in the carpark, you had no chance of finding them until daylight. 

“No, they’re gone. What the fuck am I gonna do now?” 

Jax stood up, pacing the length of the car park still searching for your keys. “They gotta be here somewhere.”

“This is useless. Can you just take me home?” 

Jax smiled, “least I can do darlin’.” He extended a hand to help you up from the ground again, but this time, you took it. 

He started walking towards his car, holding a pack of cigarettes out at you. You didn’t smoke, but you also didn’t usually get into cars with strangers, either. You weren’t sure what had come over you, and you felt wary about the whole thing, but you didn’t have many options left with no car keys, and he seemed nice enough. You followed him to the car, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it up to your mouth as he lit it for you. “I don’t even know your name and I’m about to get in a car with you.” He chuckled. “Names Jax Teller. And I can assure you, I’m a normal guy, just ignore the kutte.”

“Okay then.. Jax. You gonna tell me why a normal guy such as yourself is waiting for a girl outside her place of work at almost midnight?” 

He held the car door open for you with a reassuring smile, “I’ll explain on the way home.” 

You looked at him through narrowed eyes, “you better get me home in one piece.” You got in the car, flicking the half smoked cigarette on the floor as Jax shut the door behind you. 

The inside of the SUV was a mess, the dash covered in raunchy magazines and parking fines. It was hard to think about anything other than the stench of dry oil and stale cigarettes. Jax began to drive, and you directed him on the way to your house, although you got the feeling he didn’t need your help anyway. 

“I can get one of the guys to come change the locks on your car tomorrow morning. Get you a new set of keys.”

“That’d be great. You guys locksmith’s or something?” 

Jax grinned, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing between you and the road as he drove. “Something like that. We run an auto repair shop out in Charming.”

“Oh. So is this your thing?” 

Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”

“Getting girls keys lost so you have to give them a ride home?” Jax shook his head, amused by your assumption. “You’re actually the first.” 

Watching him while he drove gave you the chance to study him in fine detail. You’d noticed his good looks earlier at the diner, but now you could see Jax looked like he belonged in a hollywood movie. He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other on the gear stick, his fingers draped in silver rings. His beard was coated in a layer of stubble, with long shaggy blonde hair that tucked behind his ears. He was undeniably attractive. If anyone was going to lose your car keys, forcing you to drive with them for a ride home, you were glad it was him. 

He turned on your drive slowly before parking, reaching into the glove box adjacent to you. He searched the compartment, and a load of CD’s fell to your feet. “Shit sorry. There’s no pens in here. You got anything in that bag you can use to write your number down? You know, for the keys.” 

“I could grab a pen from inside.” 

Jax nodded in response, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 

Before you had the chance to say anything, Jax was out of the car and making his way to the passenger side door to open it for you. It was all a little surreal, you’d only met him a few hours before, yet he had shown you more courtesy than any man you’d previously encountered. 

You walked with him to the front porch, then searching under the mat for the spare house key. You thought to yourself how you’d have to find a new hiding spot for it tomorrow. You unlocked the front door. As you walked in, switching the lights on as you entered the kitchen, you knew Jax was standing at the door, patiently waiting. You hesitated for a second, debating on the idea of having this random stranger enter your house. On one hand, you knew it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. On the other, he was charming, respectful and like nobody else you’d ever met before. And you knew that after tonight, you’d probably never see him again. “You can come in if you want, I’ll just be a sec’.”

Jax stepped through the doorway, looking around as he followed you to the kitchen, “nice place you got here.” You searched the ‘drawer of everything’ in the kitchen to find an old receipt and pen. “It was my best friend’s house before she went back to Washington. She’s letting me stay here while I save for my own place. I get cheap rent, she gets a free house sitter.” Jax was standing behind you, making you overtly aware of how close he was. “Y/N.” He was reading from the receipt over your shoulder as you wrote down the number to your home phone. “I never did catch your name at the diner. It’s pretty.” You handed him the crumpled up paper, and he placed it in his pocket. 

“And you never answered my question.” You turned to face him as you spoke, to find the beautiful blonde stranger holding a large blade against your stomach. “Living room. Now.” 

You froze in fear, unable to move. You realised you’d made a huge mistake. You had known the risk of letting him in. You knew better. And now it was too late. You pushed through the lump in your throat to get words out, “Just take what you want and leave. It’s all yours.” “I don’t want your shit, y/n. Walk. Now.” You did as he said, walking slowly towards the living room, feeling the cold blade now pressed against your back. “What do you want?” He pulled your arm back with his free hand, stopping you in the living room. He gestured toward the armchair that sat between the TV and couch. “Sit down.” 

“What are you doing, Jax?” You didn’t want to sit, you wanted to run. You wanted to buy yourself some time. 

“I said sit down!” Jax’s voice cracked as he yelled at you. Hearing him yell sent a shiver down your spine, and you snapped into the chair in front of him immediately. You could see his face now. His eyes were vacant, completely shifted from the warm, courteous man you’d thought he was when he entered your home. It seemed he’d grown 10 feet taller now, towering over you while you sat frozen and vulnerable in the chair beneath him. He brought himself down to your level, with the knife now at your side, the blade touching your arm. 

“You wanted an answer to your question?” 

You nodded. 

“I waited for you because I have to kill you.” 

“To kill me?” Nothing was making any sense. “To kill me..” You repeated, looking straight into his eyes, “but you don’t even know me.” Jax placed the knife into the sheath, and back onto his belt pocket before pulling a roll of duct tape from his kutte. You recognised the tape from the drawer you had searched earlier, but that couldn’t be possible, you told yourself. You never saw him take it. 

“You heard some stuff tonight that could ruin lives. And there’s a group of outlaws that want you dead now because of it.” 

His words rang in your ears like sirens, putting all your senses into override. You couldn’t catch your breath before Jax was binding your hands together in front of you so tightly you could see the skin pulling under the tape. “And you want me dead too?” 

Jax paused to look at you, matching your eyes, before looking down, continuing to tape your hands. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” 

Nothing made sense. You hadn’t heard anything they talked about. He had totally got the wrong idea, and if you could just explain it, he could understand. 

“Jax, please listen to me. I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” 

He closed his eyes as you pleaded with him, “Stop. Talking.” 

You pulled your wrists up, trying to touch him with your fingertips, as if that could reach the kind part of him you thought you had seen. Your bound hands pulled at his shirt as you begged. 

“I didn’t hear a thing! If I heard some fucked up shit why would I get in a car with you? Why the fuck would I let you in my house!” You felt faint, your ears beginning to ring as adrenalin circulated your veins. He tried to ignore you, and started to tape your legs. You wanted to think straight, to talk sense into him, but your eyes began to fill with water, tears unwillingly streaming down your cheek. “I didn’t hear anything,” you sobbed, “I’m not lying to you.”

Jax dropped the roll of tape on the floor. His hands covered his face as he rubbed his eyes, the words “jesus christ”, muttered through his teeth. Suddenly he stood up, pacing to the kitchen. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the flicking of a lighter. You sat there, bound by tape, in silence, afraid if you said anymore he would come back to finish you off. 

Some time had passed. Jax had paced the kitchen before venturing into your bedroom. You’d spent the last few hours weighing your options. You could try to run, but you wouldn’t get anywhere with your hands and legs bound together. If you could get to the phone in the kitchen you could call the cops, but he’d see you before you could even dial the numbers. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to think of anything that may save you. Your planning was halted when you heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. Jax lowered himself down to you, pulling the knife from the sheath. He pointed it towards you, and you braced yourself, knowing any plan you could make was too late. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate, when you heard the sound of tape ripping and your hands were released from the bind. You didn’t move a muscle. Jax’s eyes smoldered. “I’m not going to kill you.”

You pulled the tape from your wrists, stinging as you peeled back the residue from your skin. “You’re not?” “I can’t kill a woman. And even if I could, I can’t kill you.” He cut the tape binding your feet. You gulped, still sat in the chair as if the tape had never been cut in the first place. You could run now, you should run now, but you didn’t want to. 

“What about the outlaws?” your voice was almost a whisper. 

“I’ll handle them.” You watched as he began to walk towards the front door. “I’m really sorry for all of this, y/n. I just couldn’t do it.” His face was full of shame, his voice clouded in regret.

You didn’t have time to contemplate before you yelled, “wait!”

Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?” 

“You can’t just go.” You leaned into your knees to stand from the chair, legs stiff from being in the same position all night. As you stood you stretched your legs creating instant relief as you walked towards him. Your mind yearned for the same relief your body had, but now you were just really fucking angry. “You bring me here, tell me I’m going to die, tape me up and then decide you’re not going to murder me anymore. Now you want to just leave? And pretend this never happened?” 

“I can’t stay.” He sounded guilty, and his lack of eye contact was further proof of this. 

“Why the hell not?”  You were standing arms length apart, looking up at the man who was tasked with your murder, yet now you were pleading with him to stay. “What are you even talking about, Jax?” You tried to step closer to him, but he inched back. 

“If I’m not killing you, I need to stop whoever is going to instead.” 

You didn’t respond, as you were still trying to understand why you needed to be saved at all. 

Jax softened, “I know you’re confused but this is the only way I can keep you safe.” 

“To keep me safe from you.” 

He took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands. His blue eyes had melted, any anxiety he had been wrestling with tonight had passed.

After everything that had happened, somehow, here, in this man’s presence, you felt safe. You now knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He held you there in his hands, searching your face, looking for a different way out. Something in that moment shifted, the air around you moved as if it were wrapping you in string, tying you to Jax, bringing you closer together. He leaned into you, kissing you on the head, seemingly like the beginning of a goodbye. But he didn’t speak, and no goodbyes came. Instead he placed his forehead along yours, breathing you in along with whatever thoughts plagued his mind. You didn’t understand how or why this was happening, and you got the idea that Jax didn’t know either. Before you could make sense of it, he took you into his hands and kissed you. He pulled your face tight to his, securing you to him by the grip his fingers had through your hair. The tension between you was palpable, every movement of his tongue against yours was fierce and urgent.

His hands released and lowered to your waist, pushing you into the open island in your kitchen as you stumbled backwards on your feet. The cold countertop was pressing against the back of your jeans, contrasted to the warmth of his mouth on yours, his hands now tugging at your waist band. 

He lifted his hand back to your face, feeling your lips beneath his thumb before sliding it down your neck. The corners of his mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed you. 

“I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”

His tongue lapped against yours, gentle and kind with every touch yet urgent with his hands on you. Groans fell from your throat in response.

You had feared this man all night, and now you were drunk from his lips, and utterly desperate for more.

———

part two

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[sleepingdeath-light]

alternate payment ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (24/12/21)

word count ; 654

content ; mild dacryphilia, wall sex, size kink, scratching, belly bulge, unprotected sex

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; undertaker x female reader

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When the overly friendly undertaker had proposed an alternate form of payment, you hadn't expected it to be so... degrading. To have your plentiful petticoats and skirts hiked up to your waist and your bodice pulled down beneath your breasts as you were pressed forwards against the cold wall of his parlour. To have to brace yourself with your palms and turn your face to one side as he roughly pounded into your wet pussy from behind, long nails digging into your hips as he forced you to follow his movements.

But you consoled yourself that this would all be worth it in the end; that you'd be able to recover your decency and reputation using the information that you were selling — nay, gifting — your body for. That you'd be able to avenge your husband and, perhaps, re-earn your spot in heaven beside him after this dip in morality was over.

So, with a renewed sense of certainty, you allowed yourself to give in and just enjoy the moment.

Enjoy what he was doing to you. Enjoy everything that you'd been without since your husband's passing: the feeling of a long, thick, heavy cock stretching you to the brink and filling you so beautifully that you when you reached down to adjust the hem of your bodice, pressing it down to stop it from slipping further, you could feel the outline of him through your stomach; the feeling of calloused fingers toying with your body, one reaching up to play with your nipples and the other reaching between your spread legs to start rubbing your aching clit; the feeling of teeth nipping at the curve of your throat, punctuating each brief bite with a crude compliment that had your skin burning and your eyes watering.

'You make a convincing whore, lady,' he practically growled against the shell of your ear, dextrous tongue darting out to briefly lick it followed by a quiet giggle when he felt you shudder, 'could've had me fooled,'

'You cry so prettily,' he remarked, forcing you to turn your head to face him as best you could, yellow-green eyes gleaming darkly through his long silver fringe, 'I can't wait to hear you sob.'

'You take me so well, such an eager little pussy,'

'You're being so loud, do you want everyone in London to know what a slut you are?'

Those amongst other such cruel sentiments slipped from his grinning lips, each one making you whimper and tremble — feeling oh so very small and vulnerable beneath his shockingly strong frame and unrelenting grip. Though you couldn't bring yourself to keep focusing on what he was saying when you were so close to release, spurred on by the lewd wet sound of him fucking you and the maddeningly deep and quick pace of his thrusts.

Then, with a well-timed bite to the skin just below your ear, you were sent helplessly tumbling over the edge of your climax. Heart pounding, lungs burning and vision blurring and speckled with white as you sobbed and whimpered and moaned — a string of words falling from bitten lips that sounded like something between a prayer and utter nonsense. Your cheeks were wet with tears, which the undertaker gladly licked up (moaning at the taste) and you could feel your slick gushing out of your sensitive, fluttering pussy and covering his cock and your thighs in an uncomfortable layer of wetness — a layer that continued to grow and spread as he continued to pound into your spent cunt.

And, through the haze of your orgasm and the growing sense of overstimulation, your muddled mind was only able to register a single thought beyond the overlapping sensations. That he wasn’t going to finish and give you what you needed until he was satisfied — and that he didn’t seem to be reaching that point anytime soon.

Though, strangely enough, you didn’t really find yourself caring all that much.

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[askvashthetyphoon]

A Precious Gift

 A Nai(Knives) x Fem! reader fic I made while high on mochas and pork buns lol

!!TW!! mentions of Pregnancy+ alien anatomy shit lol At the beginning it was purely professional.

You were one of the few plant researchers who could ‘understand’ the readings from the plants. Though nowhere near as effective as Vash at ‘healing’, you were usually able to bring them from the edge of panic and meltdown to some kind of homeostasis( at least, until Nai could get there). It was because of this that, during one of Nai’s raids of a human vessel, he took you in. Disposing of the others.

You’d never been happy with how the plants were treated, not from the beginning. But when Nai filled you in on the scope of the horrors, you couldn’t help but fill him in on what you knew of human history; exactly how, and why, the planet had been destroyed. You, like William Conrad, did your best to help Nai in his ongoing research and received your life as a reward.

You were attracted to him, though. Being around him was enough. Had you ever seen such a beautiful creature? The way the light from the screens were caught in a thousand rings of diamond blue? The way his hair so softly danced from the slight pressure of the underground vents, soft and feather-light?

And he knew it too, you could tell. The slight change of his downturned eyes; tightening just slightly in amusement. The catlike twitch of the corner of his mouth; almost a grin, but he’d never let a full one escape, of course. The way he’s let one of those deadly knife-ropes ‘accidentally’ brush against your shoulder, your thigh, as he went to grab something from around you. One evening about four or so months ago, everything had changed.

You’d shared a drink with him; some of the fancier stuff left behind on one of the SEED ships. It wasn’t as if Conrad would join you- he was far too melancholy for that. And drinking with Nai was better than drinking alone. It was sort of amusing to watch his reactions; he, apparently, could get drunk just like any other human.

“You want me.” He said, quietly, after a moment of content, drunken silence between the two of you after finishing off a few bottles together. You looked down into the red wine in utter embarrassment and swallowed another mouthful thickly.

“It’s understandable.” Nai paused, twirling the drink in a slow and almost contemplative way. His eyes were unusually dark tonight; a deep sapphire. Perhaps an effect of the wine. “We have those same disgusting, carnal needs as humans. I don’t indulge in them often except for with others of my kind. But…” He lifted his eyes and you felt your stomach drop. There was a buzzing, purring in the air. So thick, and electric, that you could almost see the energy.

“Tonight I will make an exception. Come.” You felt those long tentacles, a thousand, thousand knives, gently caressing your back as he stood and offered a hand to you. The metal was cold at the tips but warmer the closer to his torso. And his hand was surprisingly warm, and soft. Almost human.

Almost.

You followed.

And learned quite a bit about the anatomy of the ‘male’ plants that night. And many nights thereafter. Between the legs, Nai was female. Which was quite the adventure for the both of you, since he’d never been introduced to fingers, toys, or any other forms of pleasure.  

However, he was certainly male in every other aspect. His strange knife-tentacles, when aroused, actually turned into something completely different. Roots. They were soft, gentle, white as snow. And with beautiful blue flowers that bloomed only after he’d finished deep inside of you. Sometimes he’d slide them in the more traditional way. Other times, they’d slip directly under your skin, somehow attaching right to your womb. Afterword, they’d be able to slide away, leaving only soft stickiness. No scars, no nothing. When you asked about it later, Nai explained sleepily about how the roots didn’t follow traditional rules of this world. That they were attached to the Higher Plane, just like Vash’s. And could sort of… do what they want. Slipping through things like walls and glass and bending the laws of physics at will. If you were really good, he’d treat you to the wings as well. Not the knife-wings that he used when fighting, but the sweet, feathered wonders that seemed infinitely huge when compared to your tiny body. But he didn’t treat you to those very often.

Between endometriosis and irregular periods, your reproductive system had been screwed up since birth, so you weren’t too worried about pregnancy. But it was strange. The more time you spent with him, the less your symptoms flared up, and the more regular your cycles became. It almost felt like he was healing you from the inside out. Not that that was possible.

At first he was a horrible, selfish lover. Only concerned with his own pleasure and leaving you frustrated and wanting every time you were together. But after a while you noticed quiet changes. Beginning to ask you what you liked. What made you feel good. Paying attention to your various noises and reactions (or lack thereof). Soon, he began to understand that it was far, far better when both parties got what they wanted, and adjusted your romps accordingly. At this point, it was about twice a week. Maybe more if it’d been a particularly frustrating week for the both of you.

But something in him was softening, slightly. Often, almost unconsciously, his knives would be around you when you worked together. One of two, sometimes even three strands, gently supporting your back. Guiding you down various hallways and away from potential dangers. They were always so clean; reflecting everything around them, and cool to the touch. He seemed to like it when you ran your hands gently over the edges, so lightly as to not cut yourself. He began to linger after your romps, clinging to your arm or leg and giving you a gaze you’d never seen before as he pulled you back into bed. You found yourself spending the night at his place, showering, and getting up early together for work more and more often.

Then, it started. You started feeling sick. Not horrible’ just a general overall shittiness. Tired no matter the amount of coffee. Nauseated. You ignored it at first, dedicated to your work. Nai noticed too and seemed both annoyed and concerned, growling and huffing at you to get your human disease under control since it was affecting the quality of your work. Yet, you could tell he was perplexed. Generally speaking, you  were very healthy.

The plants began to react differently too. Cooing and clicking and purring softly when you went into their rooms. It was very strange, and made your hair stand on end.

After the disease lingered on far longer than necessary, a thought came to your mind. After work, you  tracked back in your calendar when your shift was over, counting. Three months. Three months with no period! How had you not noticed? Your stomach dropped and you felt your gorge rising, having to cover your mouth to avoid throwing up your pathetically small breakfast.

Panicked, you pilfered one of the blood tests you used on the plants to determine pregnancy. A human pregnancy test wouldn’t work; the hormones were too different. No human growth hormones to detect.

It was positive.

If it was just a plant, Nai would destroy it. You knew that in the deepest core of your being. But… your hand lingered over the spot.

You didn’t want it gone. It was Nai’s. Somewhere you’d… fallen in love with him. The gentleness. The part of him that was still kind and loving, the part of him that only you ever got to see. The way his eyes opened so softly in the morning and he gave you that silly grin. The way his body curled around yours in the middle of the night, squeezing. As if making sure you were still there. His little pet names: you were his rabbit, his doe, his sweet little dove.

Getting rid of something that was a part of him, that was his, seemed like a terrible sin.

Your only choice was to run.

You booked the tickets, packed a small bag. Your heart was racing. Maybe, you’ll get lucky. Maybe Nai would be out on one of his errands this morning.

No such luck.

“You’re late.” He murmured, tapping his watch with one of his knives cooly as you tiptoed through the room. Using one of the tentacles to lift a clipboard from one of the side rooms, sliding it into your hands without meeting your gaze.

“Um. Actually. I have to take care of an errand in August.” You managed, setting the clipboard down gently. Trying your best to stay calm, collected. But you could feel your heart racing, your legs trembling. And apparently, he could too. His eyes flicked upwards, the knives glittering as they lifted curiously, slowly, behind him. So graceful. The soft ‘shhh’ sound of metal drifting against metal.

He sighed, and they shimmered in the light. Suddenly, they were both in front of you, and behind you, totally blocking your path. He was so fast; he didn’t usually use his speed anymore with you since he knew it frightened you.

“Nai-”You moved your bag in front of your belly. You weren’t showing yet, but. His eyes followed, head tilting as he walked over to you, almost gliding. Him being so close was overwhelming. The soft scent of lemon and the sharper undertones of metal. You were overwhelmed. You wanted so desperately to tell him, for him to comfort you, to hold him.

“You’re hiding something from me dove.” He murmured and you felt the little cage get tighter around you. His hand on your shoulder, so light. You flinched and he seemed offended, a low growl coming from somewhere in his belly. He leaned into you, and you felt his warm breath as he was… smelling your skin? “Nai? What’re you-?” “I know this smell.” He murmured into your ear. And his hand was on you, lightning quick. Between your bag and your body. Cupping very gently, the spot that you’d been trying to cover. It was warmer than the rest of your body and almost hard. You gasped. He hadn’t given you any time to react.

“Hold still.” He ordered and his voice was pure ice. There was no arguing with him. Only compliance. And you whispered soft no’s, pleaded, all the while cradled in layers of his knives and in his arms as his markings began to snake up his body.

Then, something happened that both of you didn’t expect.

A soft light began to glow between the two of you. From you.

Well- from underneath his fingers. Seeming to respond to Nai’s distress and anger.

Nai quieted almost instantly, something that you’d never seen him do once he began to get riled. His thumb gently rubbing along that light in wonder and his expression softening into something like awe. A few of his tentacles arching, gently caressing that area as well. So careful that you weren’t sure if they’d actually made contact or not.

“An Independent.” He whispered, looking up at you for a moment. More boy than man for just a second, eyes an impossible blue and full of wonder. A miracle for the both of you. Something he’d been trying so hard to achieve.

It was then that your legs gave out. Most likely from stress, and anxiety. Luckily Nai always had limbs to spare. He caught you easily and curled you up to his massive chest, pressing his head to yours and making some small noise of concern. You felt his arms so strong and thick underneath you. And about six or eight of those knife-limbs hovering behind you as well; ready to catch you if you somehow managed to tumble out.

Not that you had any plans. Mostly, you were just exhausted. You grabbed onto his strange skintight garment and buried your face as he rubbed your back. “I apologize. For frightening you.” He muttered, so quietly, so that only you could hear it. You relaxed completely as he carried you around, at times even slipping in and out of the sleep that had eluded you for weeks.

Waking up when you felt him finally stop, shutting the door behind him with his heel.

“Hm? Aren’t you leaving?”

One thing you knew about him: Nai was always busy. Other than occasionally playing the piano he wasn’t exactly the type to sit around watching tv. He slid you into the bed(with blue and white sheets, of course) and sat next to you. Placing a hand over yours and squeezing.

“I’m not.” He met your gaze and you saw another emotion you’d never seen before; guilt. And concern. And self-anger. He swallowed, the knife-limbs swirling and writhing in the air behind him, showing his conflicted feelings. He’d known something was off with you. And you’d been dealing with this alone. Alone!! Carrying his child inside you! Something no other useless human had ever been able to do.

You could feel his low, angry growls; they vibrated the bed slightly.

His eyes narrowed with determination and one of those knives very gently traced along your jawline. So affectionate and gentle and racked with a slight tremor. He was so upset, more so than you’d ever seen him.

“Nai, its okay. It’s okay.” You murmured, taking the leaf-shaped metal and kissing it softly.

“No.” He said, and squeezed your hand once more. Looking into your eyes and saying with determination, “Teach me. How to care for you properly.”

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