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wandafiction · 3 months

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I've Got Him - Part 2

Warnings 18+: Smut, Daddy reader, Switch/Mommy Wanda, Bottom Natasha, Voyeurism, Degradation, Praise, Begging, Fingering (Wanda and Natasha receiving), Strap On (Natasha receiving), Face sitting (Wanda), Think that's it.

“Thank you for doing this dad.” You smile at your father as you hand him the diaper bag and small rucksack of clothes.

“Of course kiddo, I couldn’t say no to this little guy could I?” You watch with a wide smile as your dad bounces Max up and down on his hip, his arm under his butt to keep him still as the diaper bag and rucksack are slung over his other shoulder.

“Yes, thank you for this Tony.” Wanda kisses you on the cheek as she hugs you from behind, her chin resting in the space between your shoulder and neck, gently swaying you two side to side as you rest your hands on hers.

“It’s only no problem Wanda, getting to spend the weekend with my grandson is nothing to complain about.” Tony leans across, pressing a kiss to your cheek then Wanda’s. “Where’s Nat?”

“Oh she is upstairs, in the shower I think. She said to say hi.” You say easily, the way Wanda squeezes you pressing a kiss to your neck causes Tony’s eyebrow to curl up and he slowly nods as his eyes dart between you and Wanda.

“Okay, well you three have fun.” Tony slowly walks backwards towards the door, looking at Max and opening his mouth as he puts on his baby voice. “And we are gonna go to the park and hang out with Grandma Pepper, yes we are. Yes we are.”

“Dad he is a child not a dog.” You and Wanda giggle as he rolls his eyes at you looking back to Max.

“Aren’t your mommies silly? Yes they are. Yes they are.” Max giggles at your dad’s silliness as he continues to say yes they are as he leaves and Max gives you a goofy smile looking over your dad’s shoulder, both you and Wanda wave at him as your dad pulls the door shut behind him.

“I wonder how she is doing up there.” Wanda bites the hinge of your jaw at your question as you trail your fingers up and down her arms that are wrapped around you.

“We’ve waited three months. I'm sure she can wait just two more minutes.” Wanda mumbles against your skin as she trails her kisses from the hinge of your jaw and down to the curve in your neck before she sucks delicately her teeth scraping the skin, her aim not to mark you - not without permission - simply to make you feel good.

“Oh yeah? Why? Because you want me to yourself?” You turn around in Wanda’s arms, using your finger and thumb on her chin to lift her head up a little so she is looking at you, her lip between her teeth as her green eyes meet yours.

“Please daddy.” Her husky voice and the way her eyes darken with lust make you smirk, her hand grabbing yours and trailing it up her thigh and under the hem of her dress. “I can’t wait any longer please.” You watch with an amused smirk as she continues to lead your hand up her leg until the tips of your fingers touch the wet patch on her underwear, her head resting against yours, her mouth next to your ear as you hear a tiny whimper pass her lips.

“Wet already babygirl?” Wanda sighs into your ear as you put some pressure on her clit through her underwear, her arms wrapping around your neck, her head moving so her forehead rests on your shoulders and her hips move a little to try and get you to start moving.

“Just thinking about you gets me wet.” Wanda tilts her head to look up at you, her nails digging into the back of your neck as you push her underwear to the side running two fingers between her folds, the moan leaving her lips letting you know just how desperate she is. “Please daddy.”

“Why don’t we put on a little show for our girl, hmm?” Wanda lets out a groan with a desperate nod of her head, hoping if she goes along with your plan you will give in to her desires and give her what she wants. Not that it’s difficult, you always give her the pleasure she requires … one way or the other. “I need words sweetheart.”

“Fuck, yes, lets go.” Her hand lands on your wrist pulling your hand away from her core, pulling your fingers up slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she pushes them between her lips, her tongue rolling against the digits as she starts walking backwards towards the stairs.

“You know you don’t have to clean up your mess, I’m quite happy spending hours between your legs cleaning up after you.” Wanda moans around your fingers as your hand lands on her hip pulling her against you as you push your fingers in more and her eyes roll back slightly as you press your lips against her ear. “Or we just get our princess to clean up after the both of us.

You don’t give Wanda a chance to react as you pull your fingers out of her mouth, your hands moving quickly to her thighs as you hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist and locking her in place as her feet cross over the other on your back. She pulls you into a desperate kiss with her hands on the sides of your neck as her hips roll against your front, a whine leaves her lips and you use the opportunity to push your tongue into her mouth exploring as much as you can before having to pull away for oxygen. Wanda’s chest is heaving, the movements so quick you're sure her lungs could collapse in on themselves, her eyes darting left to right as she looks into yours before they drop to look at your lips and you don’t miss the way she licks her own.

“So, what should I do with you.?” Your voice drops an octave, Wanda’s eyes darting back to look in yours as you start walking up the stairs your hands sliding from her thighs to her butt where you gently start massaging both cheeks, a small moan leaving her lips as her whole body rolls against you at the feeling.

“Use me anyway you want, but please daddy. Please make me cum.” Her pleas are desperate and whiney and it makes a devilish smirk pull at your lips as you make your way to the already open bedroom door, her head dropping to rest on your shoulders as you continue to massage her butt cheeks, her hips rolling against your front in a similar rhythm to your actions.

“Daddy is going to look after you baby girl. I’m going to fuck you against the doorframe as our princess watches.” You push Wanda’s back against the door frame, her head tilting back into it and turning slightly to look at Natasha.

“Fucking hell.” She groans out when she sees a very naked Natasha sitting on her knees on the floor, her hands on her thighs as her legs are spread apart slightly, her eyes on the two of you.

“You’re going to sit there and watch me fuck mommy princess. No touching yourself, and no noises otherwise no reward. Do you understand?” Natasha’s eyes go wide for a second as her eyes dart down to watch your hand creep back down Wanda’s thigh before dancing your fingers up the inside of it and back to her soaking underwear. “Words princess.”

“Yes daddy.”

Natasha’s eyes dart back to Wanda as a dirty moan leaves her mouth, you choosing not to tease her and pushing two fingers into her entrance, her nails digging into the back of your neck sure to leave half crescent marks. Your other arm wraps around her back, your hand sliding under her shirt and up to her bra strap which you easily undo as you start to slowly pump your two fingers in and out of her, slowly being the key word.

Wanda’s arms unwrap from your neck so she can pull her shirt and bra off in one go, her hands then go to the back of your hand gripping onto your hair as she pulls it towards her chest. You chuckle with a smirk as you wrap your lips around her already hard nipple, another moan reverberates around the room as she pushes your head against her more, her hips rolling to try and get you to speed up.

“Faster please daddy.” Your teeth graze against her nipple as you let it go with a pop kissing down the side of her breast gently nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving marks to show your lips journey as they travel to her other perky nipple.

“Should daddy reward mommy, princess?” You turn your head resting it against Wanda’s chest as you look at Natasha whose eyes go wide with the question, shuffling slightly in her spot but doing nothing to ease the ache between her legs. A whimper leaves Wanda’s lips as your fingers still inside her, but not removing them as she fights the feeling to roll her hips against them not wanting to be punished for those actions. Not tonight.

“Please princess.” Wanda’s plea takes you slightly by surprise, not that you let it show, especially since it is aimed toward Natasha and not you.

“So what do you say baby. Should daddy make mommy cum all over her fingers?” Natasha nods enthusiastically, a single raise of your eyebrow makes her stop as she knows what you're telling her silently.

“Make mommy feel good. I want to see mommy cum.” Wanda lets out a half moan half laugh as she looks back to you waiting for your next move.

“If our princess wants it, I guess we best put on a 10 out of 10 show.” Wanda’s head drops back against the doorframe as you pull her perky nipple between your teeth gently biting down on it, her fingers digging into your scalp as she arches her back to push her front into you more.

“Daddy.” The name spills from her lips in a filthy moan as you start to pump the two fingers that have remained inside her this whole time, hard and fast not giving her a chance to adjust her position.

You let go of her nipple, pushing her against the wooden door frame more as you lick from the valley of her breasts all the way up her neck and to her jaw which you gently bite. You drag your lips along her jaw, back down her neck to rest over her voice box gently sucking on the skin as you feel her moans vibrate against them. You feel her head drop on top of yours, her cheek resting on it as she looks at Natasha with her mouth hung open in a silent moan as you add a third finger.

Her legs tighten around your waist as you start to thrust harder and faster, curling every few thrusts knowing how to get her exactly how you want her … begging and desperate to cum. You move your lips to the crook of her neck, sucking harshly on the skin before biting down leaving your mark knowing how much she likes to be claimed. Her moans become desperate and higher in pitch as her hips roll in time with the thrusts of your fingers, her body rocking against the doorframe, your body pressed against hers as you turn your head slightly to be able to see Natasha.

Her eyes are locked on where your hand is pumping in and out of Wanda, her arousal easy to see in the dim light of the room as her nails dig into her thighs to stop herself from giving into her desperation to be fucked. Turning your head, lips against Wanda’s voice box revelling in the sounds she is making and the feeling of those noises vibrating from deep inside her. You continue your thrusts, the feeling of Wanda’s walls starting to clench letting you know she is getting close, oh so close, to releasing over your fingers which have not once not hit the spot that drives her crazy.

“I’m so close. Daddy please can I cum. I need to cum, please.” You move your hand that's been on her back this whole time up to her jaw, gripping it tightly between your finger and thumb as you pull her head down so she is looking at you. Her pupils blown with lust, her jaw hanging open as desperate moans catch in her throat and her hot breath fanning over your face.

“You’ve waited this long, surely a few more minutes won’t hurt.” You chuckle as she tries to shake her head but the grip you have on her jaw stops her from doing so and you feel her walls clench at the feeling of being absolutely at your mercy hanging off your every demand, never once not doing what you say.

“Y/n, please. Fucking hell. Daddy I want to cum for you, please.” You smirk up at her pulling her head down so your mouth is against her ear as her forehead rests on your shoulder, your fingers never once letting up inside her.

“Cum for me. Show me how good daddy makes you feel.” Wanda’s eyes scrunch closed as her head rolls back against the doorframe with her grip in your hair tightening as her nails dig into your scalp, making you moan against her shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Holy fuck.” Wanda’s eyes shoot open as you continue your harsh thrusts helping her through her first orgasm of the night but you’re surprised as her walls continue to clench your fingers, so you curl them a few more times and Wanda’s whole body convulses in your hold as her second orgasm washes over her.

“Fuck.” You turn your head to see Natahsa squirming on the floor, smiling as you see her hands have remained on her legs but the red marks from her nails letting you know she is definitely worked up.

“How are you feeling, baby girl.” You smirk as Wanda hides her face in your neck, a small whine leaving her lips as you pull your fingers out of her, chuckling as you bring them up in front of you. “Look how messy you are.”

“Daddy.” She whines embarrassed as she removes her head from your neck to look at your fingers, her hand moving to hold onto your wrist and moving it down slightly as you both look at Natasha. “Come clean up mommy’s mess baby.”

Natasha looks from Wanda to your hand she is holding out for her before finally looking at you. You smile softly, a little pride showing as she waits for your permission and not just Wanda’s and you can see a small blush creep up Natasha’s cheeks as she registers the look you are giving her. You make a come hither motion with your fingers that are coated in Wanda’s arousal, the latter slowly calming herself down by resting her head on your shoulder as her eyes never leave Natasha.

“Come here princess. Mommy asked you to do something.” You and Wanda both chuckle as you watch Natasha quickly get to her feet to stand in front of the two of you, her eyes darting between the two of you before they drop to the hand in front of her.

“Open up sweetheart.” Wanda’s voice is soft but it all still makes Natasha’s knees weak as Wanda presses the tips of your fingers to Natasha’s lips as she slowly opens, closing her eyes as she tastes Wanda on her tongue.

“I think our princess likes how you taste.” Wanda hums as her eyes are fixated on the way Natasha sucks delicately on your fingers and you feel her tongue roll along your fingers aiding in removing as much as Wanda’s arousal as possible before you slowly pull them out wiping them on the leg of your pants. “What do you say?”

“Thank you mommy.” Wanda smiles bashfully towards Natasha, her hand cupping the woman’s jaw rubbing her thumb in circles around her cheek.

“You’re welcome baby. Why don’t you get on the bed so me and daddy can give you a reward for being our good girl, hmm?” Natasha smiles widely at the prospect not even waiting another minute as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed, her feet planted firmly to the floor her hands behind her prompting her body up as she leans backwards slightly, the view of her glistening folds is enough to make anyone want to give her the release she so desperately wants.

No needs.

Natasha needs you.

Natasha watches, her body buzzing in anticipation as you lower Wanda back to the floor; a small chuckle arises from you as you watch her try and get her balance. Wanda’s hands move to your belt buckle, in a state of pure euphoria still, she struggles to unbuckle in as you have one hand on her chest pushing her back towards the bed, the other hand on the zip of her dress slowly dragging it down; your knuckles grazing her skin causing goosebumps in its wake.

Wanda, manages to undo the buckle of your belt as you push her down to sit next to Natasha on the bed and you pull Wanda’s hands off of you gripping her wrists in one hand. You grab one of Natasha’s hands in yours pulling it up to replace where Wanda’s previously was and she gets the message starting to pull the belt through the loops, much to Wanda’s dismay as she lets out an impatient huff.

“Uh-uh baby girl, this is for our Natasha since she has been such a good girl. Don't worry though I won’t leave you high and dry.” Natasha’s hands still on your hips, the belt somewhere on the floor, a simple nod from you is all she needs to start unzipping and pulling down your pants, the visible bulge in your underwear making her eyes go wide and her mouth water. “Go ahead, pull them down.”

Natasha followed your words immediately, hooking her thumbs under the band of your underwear and pulling them down, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so as you still have a grip on her jaw. You feel Wanda’s wrists jolt in your hold a small groan coming from her as her eyes stare at the strap on your hips, the toy is something you chose together just for Natasha who you finally let look down, your hand moving to weave through her red locks.

“For me?” Her voice and features are so innocent as her finger traces the edge of the toy, and you finally drop Wanda’s hands thinking she would copy Natasha’s actions but instead she places a finger on Natasha’s jaw turning her head to look at her.

“All for you. We went out and got it, just for you.” Natasha bites her lip tilting her head up slightly making Wanda smile softly as she brings her nose to bump against Natasha’s in a sweet eskimo kiss.

It was always endearing seeing them both so soft, Natasha always craving some form of contact for comfort while Wanda loved being the one to give her that comfort. They weren’t just your girls, the two people you loved most in this world, they were also perfect for each other and the love you can see on their features right now simply proves that point. Wanda’s hand moves to cup Natasha’s cheek, her fingers splaying to hold her face in place, as she leans in for a kiss that starts off soft but slowly gets more and more hungry reminding you of the situation you are in.

“Lay down princess, get comfy with your head on the pillow.” Natasha pulls away from the kiss following your instructions easily, her legs slightly bent as she rests her hands back on her thighs. “Go lay down next to her baby girl.”

Wanda moves to lay on her side next to Natasha, her fingers trailing up the redhead’s leg from her knee to the top of her thigh before tracing down her arm and resting her hand on top of Natasha’s: pushing her fingers through the gaps in Natasha’s. You watch with a loving smile as Wanda prompts her body up slightly with her elbow leaning over to give Natasha a slow sensual kiss, as you watch you pull your shirt and bra off your body.

You slowly crawl onto the bed and up towards Natasha, ghosting your finger from her foot all the way up to the top of her thigh as you make your way to hover above her, Wanda pulling away from the kiss and trailing them down Natasha’s jaw. You lean down planting a soft kiss on Natasha’s lips, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your lips on hers and Wanda’s lips travelling down her neck.

“What’s our safe word princess?” You ask as you trail your finger down her neck to her left nipple tracing around it slowly, her hands moving to hold your hips as she arches into your touch.

“Red and everything stops.”

“Good girl.” Natasha moans into your mouth, her back arching and her eyes scrunching up, her grip on your hips tightening.

“Fuck mommy.” Natasha’s jaw slacks open and your eyes trail down Wanda’s arm all the way to her hand that is between Natasha’s thighs a gentle rhythm being made, as she pumps two fingers in and out, that has Natasha’s hips rolling slowly with them.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, such a good girl.” Wanda husks in Natasha’s ear, the latter whining as Wanda removes her fingers bringing them up to her lips and placing them in her mouth with a hum. “You taste just as good as I remember detka.”

“Are you ready for me princess?” Your fingers trails down from her breasts all the way to her core, your finger replacing where Wanda’s just were the feeling of Nat’s arousal answer enough to your question. Natasha hands let go of your hips moving to grab Wanda’s hand as she removes it from her mouth and pulls it towards her breasts.

“You want mommy to touch you as daddy fucks you with my fingers.” Natasha looks at you both with desperate eyes soon trailing down your body to the toy that rests between your legs.

“Please fuck me daddy. I want you inside.” Her hands let go of Wanda’s, who starts to pinch and rub her thumb over the nipple as it soon hardens at the actions, instead moving your hand down to her hot core.

“Is our baby desperate? Aren’t you just the perfect little princess for us? Our little slut.” Natasha shakes her head in denial, your hand slipping from her grasp has you cup her core running a finger between her folds a small moan vibrates through your throat at the feelings of how wet she is. “Our perfect little slut.”

“I’m not a slu…fuck.” Her sentence is cut off with a moan as you push your finger into her begging entrance, your thumb lightly applying pressure to her clit, your eyes trailing up her body to see Wanda with her hand massaging one breast and her mouth wrapped around the negalated nipple.

“You’re so ready for me slut, taking my fingers so well.” You don’t let her adjust as you add two more fingers, her back arching a little and toes curling. “Like you were made just for me.”

“Daddy please I need you inside.” You raise an amused brow as Natasha lifts her head to look at you.

“Oh, but I am inside.” You curl your fingers over the spongy spot that drives her mad, her head rolling back into the pillow. “See?”

“I need you. I need to feel you inside.” Her voice breathy as you chuckle along with Wanda who is trailing her kisses back up to find Natasha’s pulse point a trail of purple marks being left along the way.

“Beg.”

“Please daddy, I will be good. Please, I’m your slut. Yours and mommy’s slut. Just please fill me up.” You remove your fingers from inside her, a loud desperate whine leaving her lips as her hips buck trying to follow your fingers.

“Since you asked so nicely. Why don’t you invite mommy to sit on your face while I take care of you. Can you do that for me baby? Can you take care of mommy?” Natasha nods quickly, her eyes darkening as her head turns to look at Wanda.

“Mommy, wanna make you feel good.” Natasha's hands move to Wanda’s sides trying to get her to sit up quicker, and you see the way Wanda’s eyes are dark with lust once again her arousal glistening in the low light as she moves to straddle Nat’s face; her hands landing on the headboard.

“That’s it. Such a good girl.” One of Wanda’s hands moves to grip Natasha’s hair pulling her face up as she lowers herself down, her head falling back as Natasha’s tongue works its magic. “Fuck, making mommy feel so good.”

You use Natasha’s distracted state to lube up the toy with her own arousal that you gathered with your fingers, before slowly sliding the tip of the toy through her folds and Nat’s hip buck in response moaning into Wanda’s core.

You look down at the toy making sure it’s properly lubed up before lining the tip up with the entrance, placing your hands on Natasha’s hips and slowly push the toy into her. Her arms wrap around Wanda’s thighs, her back arching and toes curling as you slowly push the toy in inch by inch.

“That’s it taking my cock so well.”

“So big daddy.” You hear Natasha groan against Wanda’s core that causes the latter to moan at the feeling, her hand dropping from the headboard down to Natasha’s stomach as she leans her body back slightly as she starts to roll her hips.

“Look at you making mommy feel good while daddy fills you up.” You sit on your knees, your hands still on Natasha’s hips as you slowly pull the toy out before pushing it all the way back, in the way Natasha’s body arches at the feeling a loud moan causing Wanda’s hips to jutter a little as her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“I’m so close princess. That’s it make mommy cum.” Wanda moans are loud and near pornographic as her hips roll against Natasha’s face.

You see Natasha pull Wanda as close as she can by her thighs, Wanda’s hips rolling quickly as the grip in Natasha’s hair starts to turn her knuckles white. You speed up your thrusts and Natasha’s body reacts deliciously as she writhes below you, her moans getting louder and Wanda throws her head back as a wanton moan echoes around the room. Wanda’s hips jutter before she collapses backwards onto the bed next to Natasha, who is in too much bliss to even help move Wanda off of her.

You change your position leaning over Natasha, your face a few centimetres forms hers, her mouth agape as she moans against yours lips and her legs wrap around your waist pulling you impossibly closer. Her hands grip onto the back of your neck pulling you down and she bites into your shoulder to stop herself from screaming as you start to roll your hips, your thrusts becoming harsh and quick; the feeling of the toy filling Natasha up completely.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” Her head rolls back into the pillow, her eyes rolling backwards before they shut and you feel her nails dig into the back of your neck, her nails also marking you just like Wanda’s.

“Tell me. Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to cum all over daddy's cock slut?” You husk in her ear and you hear her breath catch in her throat, her hips rolling in time with your thrusts as her legs tighten around you.

“Please.” You chuckle evilly, shaking your head a little.

“I asked you a question.” You spit as your hand moves to wrap around her throat applying pressure that makes her moan and her breath catch. “Do you deserve to cum?” You punctuate each word with your grip on her neck tightening more, not enough to cut off her airways but enough to leave a bruise.

“Yes. I’ve been good for you, so good for you and mommy.” Much to Natasha’s dismay you pull your head away keeping up all other actions and her body writhing below you at the stimulation as she tries to hold off her quickly approaching orgasm.

“What do you think babygirl? Does our little slut deserve to cum?” Wanda slaps her lips together giving you a tired smile and a thumbs up as Natasha looks at you in complete desperation and euphoria. “Guess this is your lucky day, mommy and daddy are feeling kind. Cum whenever you want baby.”

It doesn’t take you to tell her twice as Natasha’s eyes slam shut, her back arching so high the toy almost slips out as you slow your thrusts down her nails dragging down your back and you hiss at the stinging sensation knowing she has left even more marks on you. Her legs drop from around you as her feet push into the bed looking for stability, her feet and the back of her head the only part of her still in contact with the bed.

“Fuck. daddy, fuck. Y/n shit.” Natasha mumbles incoherently as her body drops back down on the bed her arms flopping out to her sides as her chest heaves, a loud groan coming from her as you pull the toy out.

“You did so well for me and mommy, princess.” You say softly rubbing your hands up and down her sides allowing her time to calm down as you trail soft kisses around her chest. “Such a good girl.”

“Mommy.” Natasha whines and Wanda shuffles so she is laying next to Natasha, her head hovering over the redheads and her fingertips dancing around her face before brushing some hair out of her face.

“I’m right here baby.” Wanda coos as Natasha smiles tiredly at the both of you lifting her arms up and making grabby hands. “We can cuddle once we clean you okay baby.”

“I wan’ cuddles.” Natasha pouts as you move to lay on her other side, your finger tracing shapes around her stomach as she whines, her eyes darting between you and Wanda.

“We need to clean you, you need to go pee and then we can come back to bed and cuddle.” You say softly but with no room for argument.

“Okay.” You press a kiss to her cheek, Wanda doing the same with the other and you smile when you feel Natasha’s lips pull into a smile, your eyes meeting Wanda’s.

“We should definitely do this again.” Natasha nods in agreement with Wanda and you laugh as you stand up from the bed looking back at the two of them.

“Well we have all weekend. Now who wants to join me in the shower?”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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Never Forgotten - An Arthur Shelby/Reader Short Story.

I am in the mood to create tonight, my loves! Here's another for you :)

Words - 778

Warnings - Fluff ahead! :D

“Love! I’m home!” he booms from the front door, your jaw tightening immediately. “Where are ya?”

“Kitchen.” Your tone is flat, the irritation you’ve been attempting to recover yourself from roaring into life once more, like a dying fire doused in petrol.

He’s brought it on himself, though, as he so often does.

You hear his heavy footsteps grow louder, the kitchen door shunted open with a squeak. “Gotta oil them hinges.” he mutters.

It’s just one more thing he says he’ll get around to. Unless he forgets completely. Just like certain other important things.

“Sweetheart, leave them dishes now. Turn around and look at your husband,” he instructs. To anyone else, it would sound like a baleful demand, but that’s just Arthur and his baritone, a voice like boulders crashing against one another. It’s the sexiest thing in the world when he’s in a state of arousal, but that’s the furthest thing from your mind right now.

Right now, you feel like walloping him with the meat tenderiser you’ve just washed in the hot, soapy water.

“Come on, petal. Look at me.”

You’re all set to fix him with the same glare you viewed him with across the breakfast table this morning, drying your hands as you turn away from the sink. When you take him in, though, you couldn’t be more surprised.

“Thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?” he beams, proffering the gigantic bunch of red roses and champagne bottle he carries forth. “Happy anniversary, my little dove.”

You don’t completely thaw as he presses a kiss to your lips, eyeing him with suspicion as you part. “You still could have forgotten, Arthur. Hence why I’m receiving these gifts now rather than this morning.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That right, is it?”

“It is,” you state, placing the flowers and bottle down on the table.

He jerks his head in the direction of the back door, taking your hand and kissing it. “This ain’t your whole present. Come on.”

Walking you out along the path that leads to your flower garden there at your beautiful country cottage, he lets out a piercing whistle, the sound of string instruments beginning to filter out. Rounding the corner, you gasp at the sight of two violinists and a cellist, stationed a little way from an elegantly prepared table, a smartly dressed waiter standing in wait.

“Greetings, Mrs Shelby. My name is Bryant, and I shall be your waiter tonight. Please, do take a seat and allow me to furnish you with a glass of champagne.”

You turn to Arthur, your eyes wide, mouth dropped open. “How?”

He reaches beneath your chin, closing your mouth. “You’ll catch flies like that.”

“But... how did you do all this without me seeing? I could have been out to hang the washing, anything!”

“But you weren’t, were ya?” he chuckles, pulling a chair away from the table and gesturing for you to sit. “They all got here while you were out with Jenny for afternoon tea. I made her keep you out for longer than usual.”

You had wondered, why your best friend had lingered over the tiny cakes and finger sandwiches, rather than devouring the tea with her usual gusto. She was in cahoots with your husband here. Damn them! Damn then, but also, bless them, for giving you the most beautiful surprise you certainly didn’t expect. In fact, you spent half the afternoon bending her ear over how pissed off you were with him.

No wonder she’d looked like she was trying to hide her amusement at times. You’d just taken it as her reacting to Arthur being his usual self.

“And how have they managed to bring dinner out here?”

He leans across the table, thanking the waiter when he fills the two empty flutes with champagne. “Food can travel, you know.”

You roll your eyes with a sigh. “Arthur.”

“What?” he booms, laughing. Oh, he finds this much too funny for your liking. “I dunno, they stick it all in a pot, whack it in the back of a car and there you go! I dunno the fucking logistics, I just paid ‘em!”

You chew the side of your cheek in mild fury, which juxtaposes with how much your heart is bursting with love for him. “You let me think you forgot deliberately, didn’t you?”

His moustache bristles, his grin beaming from beneath. “Suppose I did. Can’t deny I like it when you’re fiery, though. What can I say, love? I like a lamb in the kitchen and a tiger in the bedroom.”

When he finally gets you there a few hours later, you certainly do show him a wild time.

#arthur shelby fanfiction #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x you #arthur shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #arthur shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky fucking blinders

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Bloody kisses with my Maso Bully Yan - Erin and creep reader

[mentions of blood]

Fucking hell.

Erin tilts his head back as the nurse instructed, the door to the infirmary clicking shut as she leaves. He dabs a plastic bag full of ice to his various parts of his face, nursing a bruised nose, swollen eye, and bloody gums. He spits out the wad of cotton in his mouth to replace it with another, that too quickly swelling with blood. Despite his appearance, Erin had been victor in the fight that led to his condition. His opponent had been taken away in an ambulance. Some petty drama that got a little too out of hand ending with a broken arm and a chipped tooth on their end. Erin wishes to his deathbed that he got in one more swing.

The door pops open again minutes later. Erin had gotten up to pour the water in the icepack out and replace it with more cubes so he didn't see whoever came in. They walk up to him and stand behind him - totally silent.

Erin removes the gauze from his mouth, blood specks dripping onto his shirt. "I'm just grabbing some more ice I'm not going anywhere-" He almost has a heart attack as he turns around." Holy shit, Y/n- what the hell?

You tilt your head ever so slightly, staring at him with those eyes that he always found himself lost in when finding them watching from across the room. That's all you ever really did. Stare. Watch. It was creepy as hell.

And yet - his heart raced out his chest whenever your eyes met.

Erin closes in on you, trying to puff his chest and look tough through his current condition. "What do you want?" He spits.

A little too hard. Blood smacks against your face in a wide spray, your cheek and upper lip taking the brunt of the hit. You don't even flinch as it happens - sweeping your fingers over your stain skin unfazed.

The hardness of his eyes softens. "Shit, I'm sorry-"

You lick your fingers. Eyes burrowing holes into his soul, you stick your wet fingers into your mouth and pull them free with an equally as wet smack, running your tongue over what remains attached to your lips. You smile as you look down at them. It's the first he's ever seen from you. He can't force himself to hate the simulation it and your previous actions brings.

"What the fuck...."

Your eyes darts back to him. Grabbing a fist full of Erin's hair, you yank him to your level. His mouth falls open in a mute scream as he feels you tug out a few strains, the sound that leaves his throat akin to a strangled moan. With his mouth wide, you can see the source of what you desire. Nearly every tooth in the front row is stained red. Ramming your lips against his, your tongue darts immediately for the gash line across his gums. The fucker who gave it to him got him clean with his rings the final blow he got in before Erin swept him.

The rational part of his brain tells him to shout at you - shove you off him. The rest of his brain piloted by that accursed organ in his chest gave him. His hands find purchase on your shirt as your tongue changes course to his stained teeth, cleaning each of them individually. He feels you through the cloth, fondling and holding you like you're lovers. Quick to deny his feelings, but faster at falling in deep. Erin had never been more proud of his dedication to good dental hygiene than having his mouth violated by someone who's never seen said hello to him. His jaws nearly fall off their hinges as you suck the clotted blood left clung to his tongue, licking at walls of his mouth to get all that you could find.

Erin slowly sinks to the ground as your grip tighten. His vision blurs from the pain and the oxygen you deprived him from as you reach for his throat. Parting from him, strings of red spit bind you to the man fighting to regain the the breath you stole. You smear it into the swollen flesh of his lip as you go back to doing what you do best. Your gaze is different this time. Almost soft, or even understanding of what ran through his trouble mind. Holding his face, you mutter the question that's been plaguing you since the incident occurred.

"why did you do it?"

Erin swallows hard, sucking his lip through his teeth to taste what trace of you remained. "He... Called you a freak."

That eerie smile of yours creeps back. It sends chills down his spine, but he could never look away. Erin knows he won't rest well with the vice grip your next words enclose him in.

"Good boy."

You press your lips to his in soft embrace, nabbing the bloody balls of cotton off the counter as you straight up. Without another glance in his direction you leave the room. Erin gets off the floor and turns back to the sink, splashing water in his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, knowing he'll never be the same again once he steps out of this office. Shaking off the weight of your control over him until he got home, he finally addresses the elephant in the room in the form of a student run down with a fever.

"Tell anyone about this, you and your entire family are dead."

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #male yandere #yandere bully #Erin my oc

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agippangs · 8 months

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Hellooooo can you pleaseee bless us wih harddom!jeongin headcannons? Thank you :) ❤️

oh absolutely i have many many thots 😵‍💫

warnings: hard dom!jeongin, afab reader; all kinks f receiving, mentions of: choking, spit kink, cum swallowing, noona kink, hair pulling, face slapping // everything is consensual!

hard dom!jeongin who makes good use of his pretty hands, knowing how much of a slut you are for them, that you’d let him do anything. he chokes you of course, pulls your hair by the roots, squeezes your ass until it bruises, even slaps you in the face from time to time if you’ve been particularly bratty. but his favorite is shoving his fingers into your mouth; whether it’s one or three, he thinks it’s so cute how eagerly you close your lips around them and suck.

“that’s it sweetie, swallow my fingers up, get them all wet. maybe next time if you behave you’ll get my cock.”

hard dom!jeongin who loves making a mess of you with his spit. spits everywhere: on your face, your chest, your cunt and ass when he goes down on you, even smears it around just to watch it glisten. loves the primality of spitting in your mouth after eating his own cum right out of you. be a good girl and open up nice and wide so he can’t miss; sometimes he will on purpose though, if he’s feeling extra sadistic.

“get ready,” he hisses before diving into your cunt, gathering the mess to feed to you. he hovers over you, hinging your jaw open with his thumb, pressing it down on your tongue and letting globs of your combined release slide down your throat. “don’t we taste good together?”

hard dom!jeongin who gets off on the fact that he’s turned an older woman into his a useless whore, nothing but a few holes to fuck. tease him about your age gap in front of his friends if you really want to rile him up, guarantee you won’t walk for days after he’s done with you. he loves to call you noona in bed but with a patronizing arrogance, especially when he takes you from behind, face down ass up, one hand forcing you down so he can cage you in and whisper it into your ear.

“i’m a baby, huh? seems like noona needs the ‘baby’ to take care of her. you’re lucky i’m feeling nice today, noona barely deserves it.”

hard dom!jeongin whose favorite part is secretly the aftercare. he now knows exactly what it is you need by your body language. water? always on the nightstand before you even start. food? he smiles and sings to himself while whipping up some jazzed up instant noodles. feeling lost? has a set of physical grounding techniques at the ready! you sub dropped once with him very early on and since then, he’s put a lot of effort into learning how to take care of you. confidently knowing he’s ready no matter the scenario helps fight his own insecurities as a partner. the truth is, he lowkey needs it more than you.

“i’m here baby,” he hums, thumbing tears away from your glazed over eyes. he brings you upright so your back rests against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you in the kindest, gentlest hold, aware of your current sensitivity. “can you put your hand up, angel? i want you to touch each finger to mine one at a time and count them out loud. there you go, doing so well for me, darling. i love you, you know that right?”

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lumi077 · 8 months

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jealous jealous girls and boys~

You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?

Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.

Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)

A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛

Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)

It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse.

Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.

You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him.

“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.

“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.

“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought.

You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”

Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.”

You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”

A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.

Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.

“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.

“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.

Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.

You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”

Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.

“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”

Astarion (BG3)

The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.

“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many.

Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.

Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.

Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.

But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.

“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.

“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.

You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved.

The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”

Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort.

You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.

The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.”

Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.

The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.”

Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.

Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love.

“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.

“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder

“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”

He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”

Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne.

Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.

While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”

You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”

His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”

You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.

“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia”

It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.

“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”

You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.”

He was surprised “You were with child?”

You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.

Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”

“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own.

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.

“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.

“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”

“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.

“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.

Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”

You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.

Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”

You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.

You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully.

“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.

Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.

“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.

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Wanderer (genshin)

Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him.

So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.

The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.

“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.

Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.

He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.

“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.

“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.

You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”

He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own.

“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”

“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.

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Leliana (DA; I)

The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.

The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now.

Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.

“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.

“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.

“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.

You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.

“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison.

“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.

“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.

With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.

That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”

“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”

His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”

“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”

He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.

“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”

“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.”

“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”

“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”

You raised a brow “He’s that new?”

“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.

“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.

You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”

She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”

You sighed again as she walked away.

Loba

It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.

You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember. He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.

So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.

“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately.

“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.

New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.”

High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.

“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.

You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.

Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”

You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”

She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came.

Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.

“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”

“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.

You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.

“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.

“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.

He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”

“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.

“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”

And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most.

You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence.

Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well.

So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her.

Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.

The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.

Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.

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luveline · 10 months

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omg i was in such a sad mood last night and I cried myself sick for no reason and I was wondering if I could make a request for some comfort from maybe Jonathan. Please only write this if you want to or have time ❤️ love you Jadey <33

I hope you're feeling better my love ♥ thank you for ur request, I hope this is OK!

"It's alright," Jonathan insists, looking at you with a mixture of surety and worry. Steadying you, but worried at the same time. "Take a breather."

You try to do what he asks but nothing feels right, lately, or maybe it does but the breathlessness taking up all the space in your chest wants you to think otherwise. He can see it on your face, the thought process, the dawning panic.

"Hey," he says gently, your joined hands between you, standing in the middle of his room.

Of all the places you could've broken down, neither of you were expecting it to be in amongst his socks and books.

"Hey, hey," he says, softer each time. "It's okay. I'm right here."

"I think it all might be really bad," you say. You laugh but the laugh doesn't last, it cracks down the middle.

"It's not all bad," he reassures you.

You hang your head. You hate crying in front of him, especially this sort of sobbing, the helpless kind like a little kid poking at their scraped knees. You can't stop thinking about the things that are upsetting you.

Luckily, Jonathan isn't easily dissuaded. He had to grow up fast, you know that. He's looked after everyone who needed it for years, and he's adept at calming people down.

"It's okay," he says.

Jonathan ducks his head, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He's handsome in an understated way, what with his dark eyes, his pert nose. Hair you'd convinced him to let you trim in the name of keeping cool in California curls sweetly under his ears. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel very well." It's a white lie. You're crying is making you feel sick. It's starting to feel worse than what upset you in the first place.

"You're not gonna throw up. I know you won't. Here," he walks you backward into his desk chair, "sit down."

You sit and Jonathan pushes the chair toward his window. He opens it as wide as the hinges will allow to let the breeze kiss your warm cheeks, cooling tears in tacky trails down the slopes of your face and the ridge of your jaw. Jonathan strokes your hair so gently it barely feels like he's touching you at all.

"Sorry," you say.

Jonathan wipes your cheeks with the side of his hand. He doesn't lift it from your face: careful, he rests the back of it flat to your skin, the short nail of his index finger smoothing against your puffy undereye. You focus on that small sensation, eyes scrunched closed and a pounding misery at your temple.

"There," he says, taking your face into his palm. "Good job, honey. You really wound yourself up. You scared me." He abandons your damp cheeks in favour of your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the sides of your neck.

"Jon, you have to stop touching me for a second," you say regretfully.

He holds up his hands.

You suck in a big breath and hold it, wiping your face and your snotty nose with your sleeves, brushing baby hairs displaced by sweat back into place. For a few seconds, you sit and try to look less like you're one strong gust of wind from falling over. Jonathan watches anxiously.

You rub your eyes. "Will you hug me now?" you ask.

He kneels at your feet. "I would have hugged you before."

"Didn't want to get snot in your hair," you say, groaning as he wraps his arms behind your back.

"Ew," he murmurs, the cadence of his voice lilting, like he might sing under his breath. His lips brush the shell of your ear. "I'd let you."

You shiver in his arms, completely collapsed, face digging deeper and deeper into his neck. He doesn't complain, only readjusts his hold to make you more comfortable.

"It's okay if something's getting to you. You can tell me."

"What if… I'm upset for no reason?" you ask tentatively.

Jonathan gives your shoulders a little squeeze and a bigger shake. "That's okay too, duh. Just tell me what to do to make you feel better instead."

"This is fine," you say, lips pressed greedily to the slip of skin just above his collar. "This is good."

Jonathan stays there for ages, so long his knees must burn from the position, but he doesn't say a word. He hugs you for as long as you need him to, and then a little bit after that.

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Like a bellflower - chapter one

chapter one of like a bellflower, a Joel Miller x Fem!Oc fanfiction.

warnings: violence, death, blood, the word 'rape', general apocalyptic angst things yk

words: 2,6k

Story taglist

1. A stoic rescue

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“If we don’t find some more fucking ammo soon I swear i’m going to kill someone,” Kade grumbled as we all walked along a broad gravelly road. He bit into the last of his dried meat with anger, ripping the flesh apart aggressively with his teeth. His arm nearly hit me as it swung back. I always stayed behind the four of them. Kade, Ryan, Sarah and Cole. When they found me, and agreed to pick me up along with them I thought I could find solidarity in Sarah. A girl. Or a woman I should say, because she is a lot more woman than me.

Her shoulders were as broad as the mens, her figure sturdy and hardened like her face. No solidarity was to be found in those eyes. She met me like the men did; looking down at me with clenched jaws, demanding I fix us all food and making mean jokes when I try to brush and fix my hair.

“That ain’t going to fix nothing sweetheart- how about a trip to the salon instead? It’ll be on me,” Kade would say with a nasty grin and they would all belt out laughter while they tended to their guns like I tend to my hair, with the same kind of care. The kind you should never use on weapons.

“But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue,” I always quote, biting my tongue until metal melts in my mouth.

“You have to calm down, we’re almost at the next town. If there isn’t any ammo, we’ll butcher someone that has some.” Cole replies, walking with fast, tough steps. They were always so hard, so violent. I watched intensely as my feet kicked the gravel. My gun didn’t have a lot of ammo left either but I would rather not have to hurt someone to get more. I’d run if I had to, but I really didn’t.

The rest of the walk was silent, until old suburban houses started appearing. No one spoke to me. Wordlessly everyone divided to ransack the houses. Cole and Kade went together, so did Ryan and Sarah. Sarah, a dainty, feminine name for a woman with cold, rejecting eyes. No solace. I walked on my own, shoulders slumping.

The house was a pale blue, the door was off the hinges completely, and I stepped over the rotten wood. Dust swirled in the beams of light that were pushing through barred windows. Someone had stayed here for a while, it looked like. Empty cans of food were piled on the dirty kitchen tiles. When I glanced back at the broken down door, I noticed the beating it had taken. The blood stains that the wood had absorbed. Scratch marks. I didn’t want to think of what had happened here, and instead I filtered through the flashes of sunlight, the warmth pulsing on my cheek. The air smelled like rotten wood too, as well as flowers. They bloomed in the corners of the walls, through broken tapestry they unfolded like nothing had ever bothered them. Like the whole world wasn’t dying. Untouched by the destruction, pretty and blooming. I wished to be like the flower.

There was no ammo, but in the back cabinets I found old cans of beans that must’ve been forgotten in whatever hurry had happened here. Between the wooden beams that barred the window I saw the others gathering in the middle of the road. Soldiers, they looked like. Machines. They made my skin crawl and every soft thing inside me hardened. I solidified, when everything I fought for everyday was to be soft. Free, fresh and blooming like a flower. A war between me and the world to preserve the delicate human I was, but I felt like throwing it all up when Kade looked at me. He made me feel like he wanted to rape me. His eyes were wide like a drug addict, and his stare a direct look into the most damaged soul I had ever met in my life. I had no clue what his story was and I was terrified to find out. He wanted to hurt the world like it had hurt him and I didn’t want to be here to see it but I had nowhere else to go.

They talked aggressively to each other, heads bent close together even though there probably wasn't anyone around for miles. I still never got used to seeing people standing in the middle of the roads. The cars were supposed to be there. And now all the cars were flipped upside down and stripped for parts. Sarah crushed a spiring dandelion under her foot. Her black, greasy hair flipped around her head when she talked. The day was beautiful but the people were not.

We decided to camp there, in the house I found. I found a broken family photo in a bedroom upstairs. I was frozen, sitting on a four poster bed with a family full of strangers in my hand. This room was a memory in time. A photo in itself. If not for the barricaded window, where the sunlight slowly turned red, you wouldn’t be able to tell that life had died everywhere around it. So I stayed there all night. I went downstairs silently, like a child who’d awoken from a nightmare. But there were no parents downstairs, and I crept silently around them to grab a can of beans. Kades big hand squeezed my fragile wrist harshly and the can dropped from my hand. “You’re not taking all of that,” he spoke harshly before opening the can and pouring almost all of the content into an empty one. The rest he gave to me. “Sit down,” he stroked my wrist where he’d hurt me and I coiled away, sitting down reluctantly. I never joined their talk. Ryan was the nicest of them all, though the difference in their behaviors were minimal. They had been just them for so long that Sarah was Ryan and Ryan was Cole and all of them were Kade. Not one authentic trait that wasn’t given to them by the apocalypse. None of their own selves left from before. I pitied it, sort of. When they dozed off in their sleeping bags I snuck back up and crawled under the cold comforter in the bedroom with the photo on the pillow next to me. I tried to imagine living here. With my family, when they were still here. Sleeping next to my parents in their bed even though i probably was a bit too old for it. We wouldn’t tell anyone. Tomorrow we’d make breakfast together, maybe?

Those thoughts put me to sleep.

Bang. I woke with such a violent start that my hand flung the photo to the carpeted floor. It was already broken, but now the glass had fallen out of the frame in pieces completely. I had ruined the last memory of this family. Another bang. It was gunshots and the crashes that followed rumbled the old flooring beneath me. Impulsively I ripped the photo from the frame and stuck it in my pocket. I didn’t know how to move. We had never been in this situation. I had never been apart from the group when we were attacked. They were always there and always merciless. I had to fend for myself still, because they prioritized each other over me anytime. Sometimes it was as if they would purposefully let me fight on my own despite them being fully capable of helping me. I swung my backpack on, in case I had to run again. My hands trembled and the gun nearly slipped from my grasp. I creaked open the bedroom door, right at the top of the stairs. “Fucking get him!” I heard Ryan yell. More crashes, grunts. The stairs creaked as I took a step but another noise covered it. Blood sprayed on the wall next to the broken front door. Greasy black hair, fell with a thud to the ground. Blood started to pool around Sarah’s head, which was all of her I could see from this angle. I breathed in. It smelled like being on summer camp. Sunlight, fresh air but a metallic, wooden scent interfered with the peaceful memory. Kane roared and I heard him surge towards whoever the perpetrator was. I closed my eyes harshly until it hurt, then I opened them and ran down the stairs as the spots faded away from my sight. My gun was stretched in front of me. Everything after that happened so fast I barely caught it. An elbow to Ryan's face who stumbled backwards. To clean shots through Cole's stomach. Bang, bang, thud. Bile rose in my throat. My gun was still in front of me. I didn’t move. I didn’t know what I felt.

A loud grunt, a missed shot but a punch to the gut from Kade to the stranger. He was hardened too, but not in the cold, menacing way of the others. He looked human, I thought, right before he twisted Kades arm around in a nasty crack, pushing his back into the man's chest before firing a bullet right through his temples. Kade looked at me then, and for the first and only time I saw something else in his eyes. He looked scared. Like a little boy who’d been told off. Who’d been left alone and scolded and shown no love, who now pleaded for it for the last time ever. And then my eyes turned sympathetic. I did everything I could to give him that last piece of whatever feeling closest to affection I had for him and a peace fell over his eyes right as the bullet tore through him. My mouth was sour, and I leaned down, throwing up right next to Sarah’s body.

The stranger let Kade fall to his knees, discarded him and stalked towards me with a reaction time that seemed inhuman. I expected the harsh, calloused hands of a man piercing my skin. Like Kade’s used to. I dropped the gun. It landed in my own puke. The man stopped between me and the mess. We both looked down. Then we looked up. My eyes were filled with hot, stingy tears from throwing up. Maybe fear. He breathed harshly, quickly and his nostrils flared. His eyes were dark as he looked demandingly underneath his furrowed brows. He had a handsome face, salt and pepper scruff, a hooked nose and sloped lips. But he also was hardened from this world.

His shoulders fell, quickly aware that I probably wasn’t the biggest threat around. That irritated me, and I squared up, fisting my hands. “Get away or I'll punch you.” I said. There was volume in my voice that I didn't expect. He didn’t move, but looked down on my petty gun again. Then he turned around, and started searching the bodies of my old crew. He took their guns, searched them. I stood still. I was shaking like a leaf and tears rolled down my cheeks now silently. I wasn’t sad for these people. I was sad for the last time this happened. When it was the people I cared for that lay still while I stood up. I cried for them, tightly fisting the photo of the family I found in my pocket. The man stopped, and looked at me. “I’ll leave some stuff for you,” he said. His voice was gruff. And it hit me like bricks, so hard I nearly folded into two again. I was going to be left alone. The man was looking done, about to leave again. Then there would be silence, like when snow falls. Nothing.

“Take me with you,” I said, too desperate for my liking but suddenly he felt like the last thing I had in the world even though I didn't even know his name.

“No,” he said, and walked out the backdoor without looking back. I wiped my gun off in Sarah’s shirt, with a little regret but not so much that i felt guilty and followed the man out. He had a horse that was tied to a tree.

“You have to.” i stated, my breathing quick and shallow. I would not let him leave.

“I don’t, actually.”

Did he not feel any remorse? What if that was my family he just killed, and then left me for myself. Not even so merciful as to put me in the grave with them? But they weren’t my family and I would not go with them into death, but this man didn’t know.

“You just killed everything around me.” It wasn’t the first time that had happened and I felt like I was grasping at water, trying to hold it in my hand. I heaved in a gasp of shock and sorrow and it was what finally made him look at me. His brows furrowed even more, if possible. His face softened, and I swore I saw guilt flash across his still-new features. He was listening.

“I’m silent. You won’t even know i’m here. And as soon, I promise, as soon as we come across somewhere else I can stay, I'll leave. But you owe me a ride.” I wasn’t used to selling myself, to making me sound like someone you’d want along on your travels and even though my face heated with embarrassment and the words I spoke, it was all the hope I had not to curl up in that four poster bed until I withered into nothing.

He said nothing for a while, looking somewhere behind me in thought. I mustered my most desperate eyes. I tried baring my soul through them for him to see that I needed this. He already seemed ways better than any of the four people that had taken me upon since the tragic incident.

“As soon as we find something.. livable, you’re gone.” he grumbled. The relief made my knees weak, air seeped out of me uncontrollably and I had to hold onto the tree so as to not fall in on myself.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whispered, tasting tears on my lips that I wiped profusely. I was not to be a burden to this man before I had even gotten onto his horse.

“Just follow me and stay quiet,” he said, pulling the horse along with him. We walked, and I didn't look back. The blue house I swore to leave forever behind me. The photo I held onto. The sun was only just rising, cold and bright as it stretched over the abandoned houses. We walked in the middle of the road, on each side of the horse. I felt warmth on my skin, on my hair and I combed it down with my fingers and braided it down my back. And no one laughed, or said anything. I realized this might have been my rescue as I looked up at the pine trees ahead, instead of down at the gravel. I looked anywhere I liked and made my hair look nice and I stroked the now curled up photo with my thumb, looking over at the man.

“What's your name?”

I had already broken one of three rules: stay silent, follow me, leave me alone as soon as possible.

He sighed, “you’re not very good at this.”

Even his scolding, and his glare was everything Kades wasn’t. There was no malice, no intention to hurt. I didn’t feel fear in my gut.

“I’m Belle. Like the princess” I peaked over the horse’s moving body.

“Like bellflowers,” he said, glancing at me for barely a second. Like a bellflower, blooming, delicate and untouched by the world. I wish it was so.

“Joel. My name is Joel”

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chapter two

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aalyssah · 9 months

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Too Rough

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Choking, Cursing, Degradation, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Oral, (Solo Receiving), Praise, Safeword Used, Spanking, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,443

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A/N: This was requested by Anonymous. In my opinion, this feels wrong to write Solo as this rude dom. Hope You Enjoy!

You stood at the door with a smile on your face, waiting for your husband to come in. He just got done filming for TV, unfortunately beating his brother.

He came through the door, almost busting it off the hinges. "Hey baby, did you-" You were cut off when he pulled you in for a rough kiss. It was teeth clashing, full of tongue. He pulled back, heavily breathing. "Bedroom, now."

You watched as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing some water. "Be naked on your knees." A spark of excitement sparked through you as you giddily made your way to the bedroom. It's been a while since y'all had a little roughness in the bedroom.

You did what was told, stripping from your pajamas and undergarments. Waiting patiently on your knees, feeling the carpet bruising them. Solo walked in, tsking at your position. "So you do follow directions."

He walked around you, stalking you like his prey. "What's the safeword?" He unbuckled his pants as he waited for you to answer. "Snowman." You held your mouth open, ready for him when he jerked his cock. "Look at you, already ready for me." He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you.

He finally pushed in, his length sliding down your throat. You closed your mouth over him, smirking at the way he visually relaxed. You took him slow, moving your head up and down until you sucked his tip before going back down.

You weren’t in control for long because an irritated Solo grabbed your head, forcing you to take him deeper down your throat. "Stop being so slow and take me deeper, I know you can!" You gagged and choked as his cock hit your uvula repeatedly, hands grabbing at his meaty thighs.

"S-sol-" You tried to get words out, but his brutal guidance had you struggling. "Shut up and take it!" He began fucking your face, making you shut up completely. His balls slap against your chin, your saliva coating his balls and your chin.

Your jaw began hurting from the wide stretch, and your throat felt tired. Luckily, Solo pulled back with a pop, standing tall above you, watching as your chest heaved up and down, and your saliva drooling down to your chest. "Clean yourself up, you look dirty."

You wiped your mouth, and your chest, sitting up for him. "Get on the bed, hands and knees." You compiled, getting on your hands and knees, waiting for him. He didn't go for foreplay, instantly shoving himself in you.

"Such a fucking whore. Look at how easyI slide into you. Me fucking your throat got you this wet?" He teased.

He didn't waste time, plowing into you, his hips hitting your ass. His cock slid in and out of you with ease from how wet you were. You moaned, holding your head down at his hard, but deep thrusts.

His hand came to your throat, pulling your head up. "Don't look away from me."You looked into his eyes and saw nothing, but anger and a little bit of lust. It almost scared you. Almost because you know he would do nothing to hurt you.

There was a small clapping sound as well as the mix of your wet pussy noises. Solo groaned, throwing his head back at how tight you were gripping him. You tried running from him, crawling away from his hold, but he harshly pulled you back into him, making him hit deeper in you.

A scream fell from your lips, your hand hanging low. "Don't try to run from me!" A smack came to your ass, you jumping at the force. He chuckled at your whine, slapping you again. "S-stop." Solo titled his head to the side, never stopping his thrust, but increasing the pace.

"You think you're in charge here?" There was a teasing tone in his voice as he was pounding you. You could feel your body growing weak as you came closer to your orgasm. "I'm gonna cum." You cried out, body finally giving out. You were face planted on the mattress, but Solo came to hold you up.

"Already? I guess you're just that easy." His hand came in between your connected bodies, rubbing your clit. You squirmed and whined in his hold. "Come on, cum like the needy bitch you are." You didn't need to be told twice.

You came as soon as those words left his mouth with a moan. Solo let loose on the clit rubbing, letting a groan himself. You clenched down on him tighter than before, with him being close to cumming, but unfortunately didn't. He stilled, for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

"That was so good." You breathily let out. You only got a laugh from Solo, as he slowly crawled on top of you. "You thought we were done?" He laughed again, shaking his head. "Oh baby, that was just the first round."

He flipped you on your stomach, getting on top of you. "Solo, what are you-" Your sentence was cut off by your moan when you felt Solo push inside you. "I said we weren't done." He made those words known as he pounded you, hips rutting against your ass, a loud clapping noise heard.

Your face was buried in the mattress to quiet your moans down. Solo was hitting deep in you. He basically put you in a headlock, wrapping his arm around your throat. "Fuck- stupid Roman bossing me around. I'm so tired of him!" He gritted through his teeth, increasing his pace.

You were close considering you didn't get to calm down from the last orgasm. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" Solo chased after his release as you squeezed around him. You both came in sync, a moan and a groan falling from your mouths.

You sighed happily, relaxing on the mattress until you were flipped over on your back. "Wait, babe-" Solo ignored you, pushing in you once more and almost jackhammering your pussy. You winced in pain, from the fact you haven't even recovered from the last one.

With no choice you attempted to utter the words. "S-solo, stop." Solo chuckled darkly, plowing harder in you. "You say you don't want it, but your body says otherwise." You cursed in your mind. He was too deep in the fucking.

"S-snowman!"

Solo stopped all his movements, feeling his whole body freeze. "Y/n?" Solo looked down at your body, seeing it littered with bruises and red teary eyes looking up at him. "Shit, I'm sorry baby. C'mon let's get you cleaned up." Solo gently pulled out you, frowning as you winced in pain.

He scooped you up in his arms and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet while he got the bathtub ready. "Try and pee for me." You used the bathroom and waited until the water was done. Solo came back to you, helping you in the hot water.

You let out a grateful sigh, moaning as the hot water burned at your tense muscles. Solo looked back at you before going to walk out the door, but you stopped him. "Solo? Where are you going?" Solo slowly turned to you. "I thought you would want privacy."

You shook your head. "No, please come in with me." Who was Solo to deny his girl's pleas? Especially after they were caused by him. He complied with your request, sliding behind you and hugging you against his chest.

It was silent except for the slashing of water that you two used to cup in your hands and run it over each other's bodies. "I'm sorry, I was so rough. I promise it will never happen again." Solo kissed the side of your head for assurance. "It's okay, you were just so into it." He nodded his head in agreement.

"But you said something about Roman being bossy?" Solo took a deep breath. "Yes, he made me attack Jey. He threatened he would get Paul to convince Triple H to suspend me, or take me away from the storyline." You frowned hearing the new information.

"I was so angry that I took it out on you, and I should've had." You smiled at his confession, finding his hand under the water. "Hey, I already said it was okay. Let's wash up and cuddle. I'm getting tired." You and Solo washed off and made it to the bed.

You were watching TV while Solo was deep in thought. "Babe?" He hummed as a question. "Y'know we can still be rough during sex, but tone it down a little?" He smiled, leaning over to softly kiss you.

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quecksilvereyes · 11 months

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Forgive me, brother, for I cannot follow. The nave of this cathedral has long been robbed of its candles and the doors of the confessional have rotted off their hinges an age ago. The lattice has broken from the window, the curtain hangs no longer.

If I leant forwards on this weeping wooden bench, I could fit my palm to the slope of your jaw. I could lay my forehead against yours, I could taste the salt on your cheeks. The window is wide enough, brother.

Forgive me, brother, for I have drowned myself in spirits. My hems are wet and the world is spinning. My tongue tastes as though some sick, bloating thing has made itself at home within my mouth. I've stuck my own head below the surface, brother, and I screamed until my lungs burned and my nails broke where they clutched for purchase.

A question, brother. A thought. How long must I claw at divinity to drag it down to earth? Someone has fallen. Another must surely follow. Do you not think it lonely, in that box? The stone is crumbling, and the earth is shifting. How long does a god sit atop waning faith?

Your knuckles are raw. There is blood on your lips, and your back is hunched. A self-important prick. A blown-up brat. Too busy trying to get himself shot to watch where he's going. It is the four and twentieth day of the month and this is the twenty-fourth phone call mother has made, her mouth drawn tight.

This is a confessional, brother. Did his teeth crack under your fist? Did his blood run warm? Did he apologise for the way he looked at you, or the way he stood where you walked? Did you reach for a sword no-one can carry here? I know the way you dig your teeth into a duel, brother, but this was no duel.

This was just a boy.

Forgive me, brother, for I doubt you. Your hands are shaking, and in the dim sunlight that reaches through the dirty windows of this cathedral, your eyes are a sky dipped into a brilliant twilight. In the darkness of your mouth, your teeth shine like stars.

These are no earthly constellations. The vowels on your lips are not of a language we share with our parents. How many rosaries must I pray, brother, for these sins? Must I shed dress and negligee and girdle and skin, and bare to the yawning mouth of this cathedral my flayed flesh?

Will you dig your claws into me, will you rip muscle from me in ribbons until you find, nestled between my lungs and crushed by my spine, the pearl of my faith? Will you pry me open with golden, bruised hands, and take from me the only thing of worth I can still produce? So you may hold it up when you return, upon a pillow of silk - an offering. There is just a delay. Worry not, the faith is still there.

Forgive me, brother, for I will not board the train. I will not clutch the little ones to my breast, and I will not bury my face in your chest.

I watched you slay a beast-god when we were children. Its blood soaked you to the bone, ten-and-three and weeping sorrow, red from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. To the tip of your sword and the tip of your tongue, until the field was flooded and the skies groaned.

I took your face in my hands and kissed your slick cheek. At our feet, the last breaths of the one hundred year winter rattled from the witch's lungs, and the beast's claws wore themselves to dust. Our little brother lay dead in the sludge. Our little sister wailed until her voice gave out.

Eight. And ten.

Forgive me brother, but I am reaching through the window. My nails are broken, I know, and my hands are calloused. I am digging into your flesh, I know, but maybe, if you folded yourself right, you could fit through it. Maybe, if you bandaged your knuckles and closed your eyes, you could submerge yourself, full-bodied, and draw the blood from your every pore.

There is no holy water in the basin anymore, but the river by the mill might do. Perhaps we will find a hammer with which to smash the pillars of your shoulders. My brother, where will the skies rest then? Won't they slide from you, and aren't they already shattered?

You do not move. The twilight shines with salt. Your hands shake and your hair is golden. Come with me, you say. You go through a wardrobe and I follow, you drape yourself in hide and I follow, you are crowned and I follow. You walk from a train station and I follow, you duel the man who has sat himself upon your throne and I follow. My skies and horizons, my brother.

You will board the train. I will dip my face below the waterline. Forgive me.

The cathedral is ransacked, and I do not know how to make it fit for worship.

- High Queen Susan the Gentle gives her last confession to her brother, High King Peter the Magnificent, successor of the lion by right of blood.

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im-not-a-l0ser · 4 months

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Another Ongoing Fic That I Need People To Encourage Me To Finish

5+1 Secret Relationship Michie Edition

This is much shorter than some of my others, but this chapter is complete in of itself.

1- Jason and Kyle

It was no surprise that Jason and Kyle were the first two to figure out that there was something going on. They didn’t get it outright, but they did know that something suspicious was going on.

Kyle was the first to realise.

“Hey, look, it’s Shit-Lips. Been a minute since he’s—”

“We should probably get to class,” Max said. “C’mon, I don’t want you two flunkin’ off the football team cuz your grades slip!” He said. He slapped them both in the back of the head before marching off.

“Dude, that keeps happening!” Kyle said, even as he began to walk to his first period class with Jason.

“What keeps happening?” Jason asked.

“Max keeps changing the subject whenever we bring up Richie! Anything about him, not even going to bully him, just straight gossip,” Kyle said. Jason shrugged.

“I dunno,” He said, “I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m glad Richie’s gotten away from it all. He really helped me pass geometry.”

It was true, Richie was the main reason that Jason didn’t have to retake the class. Ever since then, Jason had a soft spot for Richie. Not enough of one to keep Max from bullying him, but enough to not want to bully him.

“Max never does that shit though,” Kyle said. “Pete and Steph are straight-up dating, and he still hasn’t given Pete a not-nerd pass.”

“Max hasn’t said Richie isn’t a nerd,” Jason said, “He’s just stopped bullying him. And maybe it’s because Pete and Steph are dating. He hasn’t bullied Pete and Ruth since they started, or at least as much.”

“Eh, Ruth doesn’t count,” Kyle said, waving him off. “We stopped bullying her often in the eighth grade when she moaned after he insulted her.” Jason shuttered. “But Richie’s always been Max’s favourite victim! For three years straight, he said his name nearly every day we saw him! And, what? Now he’s suddenly moved on from that? Nuh-uh, not Max, he’s too much of a stubborn bastard.”

“If I hear anything,” Jason conceded, “I’ll tell you, but let’s not go snooping around, okay?” Kyle nodded.

“Right. You’re right, that’s smart.”

And they didn’t go snooping.

Not on purpose, at least.

Just after the football team left the locker room, Jason noticed that Max hadn’t come out. It’d been a couple minutes even, and he still hadn’t come out.

The game wouldn’t start for a while, so he motioned Kyle over.

“Max hasn’t come out,” Jason said, looking at the shower shack.

“Huh,” Kyle said. He’s the one who led the way in there.

There was no door, it had snapped off back in their sophomore year, when Max got so angry at the creaking noise it made whenever it opened, he kicked it right off its hinges.

“Good luck,” They heard.

“You’ve said that four times already,” They heard Max reply fondly.

“And you’ve yet to leave. That is your fault. You stay here and tempt me with your stupid face. I cannot be blamed for wanting to kiss my boyfriend ‘good luck’ before a game he really cares about.”

Kyle and Jason looked at each other with wide eyes before walking in and around the mini-hall that the doorway opened to.

“You don’t even like…” Max trailed off, noticing Kyle and Jason standing there with wide eyes. “Football,” He finished numbly.

“I knew it!” Kyle screamed at long last. “I knew there was something going on!” Richie stiffened, his hands still stuck to Max’s waist.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said to Richie quietly. “It’ll be okay, I got you.”

“Whoa, yeah,” Jason said, stepping to Richie’s side.

Richie’s jaw was tight and his lips trembled in fear.

“Richie, we’re not gonna do anything, we just thought there was something goin’ on,” Jason reassured. “Cuz, Max wasn’t bein’ a jerk so much.”

“Yeah, Richie, we don’t care about you two being together,” Kyle agreed. “I just like being right.” Max glared at him.

“See, we’re okay,” Max said. “Nothing bad will happen.”

“So,” Richie choked, looking up at Max with wet eyes. “You’re not going to leave me now that people know?”

“Wha- Richie, of course not,” Max said, sounding almost offended he would ask. “I just don’t want to get in trouble for liking guys. But first of all, they’re totally chill with it, and two, even if they weren’t, it’s not like they’re gonna get locked in my room for a week.” All eyes whipped to Max, concerned. “Not that that’s happened before,” He said, his eyes shifting between the boys.

“Okay,” Richie said. “I’m sorry,” He said, wiping his face. “I’m just being stupid then.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Max said. “I don’t wanna lose you either.” He pressed a quick kiss to Richie’s lips carefully.

“You guys are sweet and all,” Jason said, “But we should probably get out there.”

“Oh, shit right!” Max said. “Okay.” He kissed Richie once more. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after, okay?”

“Okay,” Richie said with a smile.

Max went out of the locker rooms, accompanied by Jason and Kyle, joining their team. Richie left shortly thereafter.

Max was a little distracted at the beginning of the game, but Richie cheering them along as Zeke definitely helped. Max knew that Richie struggled faking joy and energy, so it’d be easy to tell if he was still hurting. And he wasn’t.

It might’ve been Max’s best game of the season so far.

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #kyle clauger #jason jepson #secret relationship michie anyone?#i stand by the thing i said about ruth #that is a headcannon that i believe about her #jagerschitz

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