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dollfacefantasy · 5 months

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You Make Me Cry Every Time

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon's going through a rough patch, and he takes it out on you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, angst, hurt/comfort, leon is mean in the beginning, toxic behavior i guess, implied age gap

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i was going through it and feeling emo so i wrote this. hope everyone enjoys as always <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight

The clock on the end table reads 2:43. Muted sounds of nightlife fill the space outside the walls of your apartment. You’re sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, with a soft blanket draped over you. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Again.

Leon had been going through a rough patch. He was moody and ready to snap at any moment it seemed. He drank a lot, and he was gone all the time. You knew he had been through so much and there was no end in sight. That’s why you tried to put up with it, but all of it was weighing down on you too.

You sharply inhale as the sound of keys being jammed into the lock on the front door rouses you from your stupor. Sitting up straight, you rub your face tiredly. Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness of the living room when the door opens. A beam of light from the hallway shoots across the floor, but it’s gone just as fast as it appears. You hear the lock click again and then see his shadow brush through the room as if you aren’t even there.

He’s in the kitchen now, and you’re not even fully sure of what he’s doing. But you pad in his direction anyways. Your soft voice breaks through the tense silence with a gentle call of his name.

“Leon?”

He turns to you. Even in the dark when you can’t fully see, you can feel the harsh nature of his stare.

“What are you doing up? Told you to stop waiting up for me,” he grumbles.

His tone stings, but you continue to approach him.

“I just worry. I can’t sleep if I don’t know you made it home safe,” you explain yourself quietly.

“Just go to bed. I’ll be there in a second,” he says and turns away again. But before he speaks, you swear you could hear him scoff.

You didn’t understand where his sudden apparent resentment towards you came from. He had always dealt with so much, constantly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. But until the last few months, he never took it out on you. Now though, it felt like you were dancing across a floor full of glass shards to avoid setting off an outburst of his.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright,” you say, keeping your voice quiet and cautiously laying your hand on his back.

It immediately became clear to you that touching him was the wrong choice though. He shrugs you off and pushes your hand back down to your side. Now that you were closer, you could smell the scent of booze on him. It wasn’t as heavy as previous nights, but it was still present. You retract your hand and stare at him with concern.

“Leon, what’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? We can talk about it. I-” you try to defuse the situation before he cuts you off.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s enough,” he snaps. He fully pulls away from you. “Take a hint. Go to bed.”

He speaks with such disdain for you, it makes your chest ache. “I was just trying to help,” you say, looking like a kicked puppy more and more with each passing moment. He takes no sympathy on you though.

“Well, you aren’t helping. You don’t know shit about my problems, so stop trying to fix them,” he says to you, his voice ice cold.

“I’m not trying to fix anything. I’m just trying to be there for you because I love you!” you defend. His miserable disposition was starting to frustrate you. This wasn’t the first time you’d jumped through these hoops for him.

“Oh, bullshit,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

That slices through you like a knife. Your lips part slightly in shock, and your words tangle up in your throat. You fight back tears, not wanting to seem even more pathetic to him.

“I can see what you want. You want the old me back. But he’s not coming back. He doesn’t exist anymore,” he rants at you.

“I never said that. You can’t get mad at me for problems you’re creating!” you say to him angrily and cross your arms.

“Aw, you don’t want me to get mad at you? Did I hurt your feelings, baby? Am I being mean to you?” he mocks with a cruel smile before his emotionless expression returns, “Grow the fuck up.”

You try to ignore his teasing and work towards a solution, but that really hurt. And it seemed like he said it with no thought or remorse, like he had been storing that and it just came out. Tears burn in your eyes and a lump rises in your throat, but you manage to choke out your next statement.

“All you do is push me away. I can’t help you because you won’t even tell me what’s wrong,” you say, forcing your voice to stay even.

“I push you away because you can’t handle real problems. You show me that over and over again. I mean, look, you’re almost in tears, and I haven’t said anything that bad,” he says with a gesture to your eyes.

“If I’m so fucking immature and selfish, why are you even with me?” you ask. A few tears leak from your eyes and down your cheeks but you wipe them away as quickly as you can.

“You know, I’ve been asking myself that question a lot recently, and it’s getting harder and harder for me to come up with an answer,” he says. He keeps eye contact with ease. His voice is laced with venom. There’s no trace of anything but bitter anger.

You honestly struggle to come up with a response. But that’s ok because he doesn’t wait for one before he continues speaking.

“I mean really, what do I get from this relationship? I know what you get. You get the attention you’re so fucking desperate for. But me? What do I get?” he asks, “A dumb little girl who follows me around like a lost puppy? I mean you’ve definitely got a pretty face, but it’s everything else that’s getting harder for me to stomach.”

You can’t stop yourself at this point. He knew how to break you down. Your lip juts out ever so slightly and quivers as tears slide down your cheeks. You take a step back from him and look down.

“There we go. Always with the fucking crying,” he sighs. His tone becomes mocking again as he continues. “You want me to kiss it better, sweetheart? Tell you everything’s gonna be ok. That I’m so so sorry.”

“No,” you cry, trying to defend yourself, “I don’t want any of that from you.”

“I’m sure,” he says flatly.

“Fuck you, Leon,” you weep, “I can’t win with you. You’re absolutely hellbent on being miserable. I’m done. Deal with your shit on your own. I don’t give a fuck.”

You turn on your heel and rush off to the bedroom. You fling the door shut, the thud of the slam echoing through the apartment.

At first, Leon didn’t care. His initial reaction was a shrug. He walks over to the couch, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and turns on the tv to some old movie. He was in a pissy mood, and he especially wasn’t in the mood to deal with you.

But as time goes on, and he sits there alone, a sense of shame starts to cast a shadow over his heart. He keeps seeing your face in his head. The soft look in your eyes while they were full tears he caused. Your body language as he ridiculed you, shrinking away from him, eager to get away but afraid of looking weak. He could hear a replay of his voice spitting out every callous thing he could think of. He felt like such an asshole.

It didn’t help that he was surrounded by things of yours. You’d brought out a pillow and blanket for yourself while you stayed up for him. They smelled like you. On the table, you had a book you’d been reading for a while. You’d tell him parts and explain the drama to him when he wasn’t in a bad mood. The tv remotes, spare the one he had grabbed, were organized in the particular way you always did when you watched tv. He felt the void in his heart growing as you stayed shut away in the bedroom.

You weren’t faring much better. You curled up under the comforter on the bed, crying softly into the pillows. You were missing your favorite one since you’d left it out on the couch. You felt a deep ache in your abdomen, a weight that kept you thinking about him and everything he’d said to you.

Despite how tired you’d been before he came home, you couldn’t sleep now. No position felt comfortable. Nothing made the bed feel less empty.

You felt so pathetic. You should be mad at him, furious, enraged. He acted like such a dick. He said things that gave you reasonable grounds to kick him out. But you didn’t feel that way. You didn’t want that. You were heartbroken. He was right. You yearned for him to kiss it better and tell you it was all ok and that he didn’t mean any of it.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it. You give in. It was humiliating, but that was what you chose. You pad into the living room skeptically. You stand a distance from the couch, afraid of setting off another landmine. But if he wanted to yell, you’d let him at this point. You just wanted him.

He sees you standing near the opening to the hallway that entered the living room. You looked so sad, it tore at his heart. Your face was a mess, your posture was so timid. What was wrong with him?

“Come here,” he sighs and pats his lap.

Without hesitation, you cross the room. You’re in his arms, against his chest. Your arms are wrapped around him tight while your head is buried in the crook of his neck. You start crying again, but you keep it as quiet as possible, still hearing always with the fucking crying ringing through your mind.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out as you struggle to restrain a sob. You didn’t even know what you were really apologizing for. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

Another deep sigh escapes him. It could have been interpreted as annoyance, but you could tell it was regret. He rubs your back and holds you close against him.

“Shhh shhh. It’s alright, baby. It’s ok,” he says softly before stroking your hair, “We’re ok. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you weep and cling to him.

“No, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be so quick to snap at you,” he says in a hushed tone. He kisses your head and continues rubbing your back, something he always did to calm you down.

He kept his voice quiet to keep his own emotions in check. He wanted you to be ok and to know he was sorry. But you didn’t need to know how awful this made him feel. Guilt was gnawing at him now as he watched you cry out the pain his words had inflicted on you. He gently rocks back and forth with you, wanting to calm you down even more.

“Baby, this isn’t your fault. None of this is,” he says, “I got my own shit going on, and I take it out on you because it’s easy.”

His voice drops to a whisper towards the end of his statement. His words dripped with shame.

“You don’t deserve the shit I say to you, but I just see you standing there, looking so fucking sweet and perfect and you’re looking at me with all the love in the world and I can’t fucking take it,” he says, his voice cracking a little, “I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes, you do,” you cry, grabbing onto him tighter.

“No, I don’t. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. Staying up every night, waiting for a mean old fuck to come home and yell at you,” he says. It was now his turn for his eyes to water while a lump grows in his throat.

You were at another loss for words. You didn’t know what would convince him not to feel so down on himself. Instead, you press a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and deeply exhales at the pure gesture.

“And when I said I didn’t know why we were still together… I hope you know what a huge lie that was,” he says, “You’re all I have in this ugly god damn world. That’s it. Without you, I’d just be going through the motions.”

You gaze up at him as he goes through this. You curl your legs up on his lap with the rest of your body and lean into his touch in an attempt to offer him some comfort.

“And when I look at you, I see the opposite,” he says, his voice fully breaking now, “I see someone who has her entire future ahead of her, and she’s wasting it hanging around a guy like me.”

“You’re not a waste,” you say, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek.

Your thumb moves back and forth in tiny motions, dragging across the skin soothingly. You both stare into each others’ tearful eyes.

“You’re not a waste to me. I love you. You’re important to my life too,” you say seriously looking at him.

“Baby…” he sighs. You were so fucking cute. If he had any spine, he would break up with you. Force you to do better for yourself. But he couldn’t. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be able to let you go.

You lean in and give him a soft kiss. You rub your nose with his. You shift on his lap to be in a better position to give him your affection.

His hands fall to your hips to steady you. He returns the gesture and presses two gentle kisses of his own to your cheeks. “I’m sorry, angel,” he whispers.

You lean in for more kisses, accepting the apology with your actions. You rub the back of his neck and press your body against his. The question of whether he deserved forgiveness crossed your mind, but you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t really care.

He groans into the kiss as he feels your breasts flush against his chest. Your tongue enters his mouth, and he returns the passion. In a few minutes, saliva coats your lips and your breathing is heavy. You gently roll your hips down.

He feels that as soon as you do it. He disconnects his lips for a moment and looks at you with dilated pupils. You rock your hips again, bringing down your clothed cunt on his jeans. The stiff fabric gives you a good amount of friction and coaxes a whine from your throat.

“Honey,” he grunts, “Are you sure? You’re not just doing this because… because you think you have to, right?”

He didn’t want you using sex because you thought that’s what would please him. But he also couldn’t ignore the feeling of his cock hardening in pants.

You shake your head, panting as you grind on him, your lips still flushed from making out. “I wanna feel your love,” you say, your voice breathless.

That didn’t make him feel much better, but you felt so fucking good. “Babe, I can make you feel loved in other ways. Afterwards, I can show-”

“Wanna feel close,” you say before kissing him some more to shut him up.

Well, this would be as close as you could get. That put him at enough ease to give in to his urges. He grabs your hips harder, kneading the flesh of your ass too, and guides your movements. Both of you let out pleasurable sounds at the sensation.

“So fucking good to me,” he grunts, “My perfect girl.”

Your hips don’t stop as you pull off your thin sleep top. Your head falls back at the muted pleasure you were receiving from rubbing yourself on him.

His hands leave your hips and cup your tits. He squeezes them and then brings his mouth to a nipple. He flicks his tongue on the peak and swirls it with dedication. You let out a breathy whine.

He scoots you closer and continues his mouth’s work on your chest. His cock was now completely stiff in his pants, offering you even better friction. You feel it pressing on your clit just how you like, and you bite your lip. He can tell it’s feeling good.

He pulls his lips away from your nipples. Then he lays a few wet kisses on your jaw before picking you up by the waist and laying you back on the couch. He tugs off your shorts and panties.

His hand slides between your legs. He drags his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

“Such a sweet girl,” he breathes and captures your lips again in a quick kiss, “You’re soaked, babydoll.”

You nod timidly. He rubs you a little more, circling your throbbing clit and gliding over your wanting hole. You bite your lip and moan softly. Your hips rock against this touch as well before you suddenly whimper at a loss of contact and look up to see him sliding your fingers in his mouth. He groans at the taste of you before pulling the fingers back out of his mouth.

Reaching down, he unbuckles belt and drops his pants to the floor. He strokes his solid, flushed cock a few times. With the faint glow of the tv casting over the two of you, you can see a bead of precum emerging from the head. He adjusts his stance and positions himself at your entrance.

“I’m so sorry, little love. Let me try to make it better,” he breathes as he pushes inside.

Moans bubble in his throat as your tight, wet heat engulfs him. His head tilts back, and a ragged breath puffs from his lips. He grips the back of your thighs and holds your legs up.

He’s slow at first, dragging himself in and out, making sure to feel every inch of you. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, and your hips squirm for more.

As he begins to really thrust and set a consistent pace, he leans down to kiss you again. It’s sloppy and rushed, but he needed to feel you like this. He needed to feel that he hadn’t broken the connection you two had.

“My precious fucking girl. Am I making you feel good? Do you feel close to me?” he grunts, his grip tightening, “Can you tell how much I love you?”

You whine in response and nod. Your body heats up as he continues to slide in and out. He stretches you out just the way you like, fills you up so perfectly. He hits every sweet spot inside of you to make you forget he was even capable of saying such mean things sometimes.

You reach your arms up and pull his head down to rest against your neck. Your eyes were still full of your tears from earlier and a few slip out because of the strong difference between the euphoria of right now compared to the despair of the last hour.

One of your thighs drops back on the couch as the hand that was holding it comes up to your hair. He laces his fingers through the strands and begins pressing messy kisses to the side of your throat.

“My pretty baby,” he whispers against your skin, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

His hips continue their movements, his pelvis connecting with the skin of your ass over and over. He nuzzles your neck. You can hear his mix of harsh pants and soft groans right next to your ear. You cling to him as the heat inside you rises.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re getting everything you deserve,” he says.

“Feels perfect,” you whimper after a string of moans, “I- I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, doll,” he says. His hips piston into you harder. Your hands dig into the muscles of his back while your toes curl

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Leon,” you choke out as a cry leaves you.

“Mhm, good baby. I want you to cum for me, honey. I want you to feel so fucking good. Let it all go,” he says.

His hand slides from his hair to your face and brushes away some of your tears. He kisses your cheek softly as you fall over the edge into bliss. Your body convulses underneath him as you release. You moan and writhe and the whole time he strokes your hair, cooing at you “my pretty girl” and “so so good for me.”

You were so tight around him. The sight of your eyes squeezing shut and your lips parting in ecstasy was too much for him. He thrusts into you a few more times before a moan rumbles through his chest and out of his mouth. He slams deep inside of you to spill himself. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your insides.

You were shaky and trembling as he pulled out and planted a kiss on your forehead. He sits back on the couch, pushing the hair out of his face before pulling you up and close to him. He positions you on his lap and holds you to his chest.

He starts rubbing your back again and kissing your hairline. “Love you, babydoll. So so fucking much,” he whispers.

Your eyes close as you return the embrace and melt into his lap. You nuzzle and kiss his chest, relaxing into the affection.

“There’s my girl. All mine,” he coos.

You nod, enjoying the nice moment and letting yourself pretend that this whole cycle wouldn’t repeat in a few days time.

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 11 months

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141 + Konig and Alejandro.

Requesting how they would react to reader having a near death experience and are afraid of losing them. Fluff at the end. Please and thank you ☺️

Of course, thanks for the request! Hope this is what you were looking for!

141 + König & Alejandro Reacting To Reader Nearly Dying

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of injury, heavy angst- ends in fluff

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Simon Ghost Riley-

It happened so quickly that Simon barely had time to register it.

The enemy had the gun pointed at him, and Simon was prepared to take it. He knew there was no escape from it. But then, you. You and your selfless heart just had to step in.

At the last second, you were nothing but a blur in his field of vision as you jumped in front of him, taking the bullet that was meant for him.

He watched as you dropped to the floor, and his entire world stopped in that moment. In his blind rage, he took down the man who shot you without a second thought, before regaining his senses.

"I need a med evac, NOW! Y/N's been shot." Simon cried out in a panic, rushing to your side. "Hey, hey, keep your eyes open, okay? Don't you dare fuckin' close them."

"I love you, Si." You said, gripping his arm with as much strength as your weakening form could muster. "I'm sorry."

"Don't talk like that, I won't have it. Keep your eyes open, kid." He gave your cheek a light slap as he pressed his hand on the wound on your abdomen. "Don't leave me, please."

You felt yourself slipping away, Simon's pleas being the last thing you heard before darkness consumed you.

Your eyes blinked open as a blinding white light blurred your vision. It took you a moment to realize your surroundings, as you looked over to the person whose hand was tucked firmly in yours. "Simon?"

"Sweetheart?" Simon voice was timid, and you knew him well enough to know that he had been crying. "You're awake."

"Hey." You croaked as you tried to sit up.

"No, no, don't move. I'll get you some water." He reached over to the bedside table and helped you gulp some of the ice water. He watched as you shakily set the glass down next to you, his eyes softening as he saw how much you struggled with such a simple gesture.

"You could have died Y/N, what were you thinking?" Simon asked, not taking his eyes off you. "That bullet was meant for me."

"And I couldn't sit by and watch you die, Simon. My body reacted before my brain did. It was just instinct. And I'd do it again if it meant you being alive." Your tone took Simon off guard, his protective walls shattering at your words.

"I can't live without you. I thought you were gone." His voice was barely audible, and you could hear the deep sadness in it.

"I'm here, Simon. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled him closer to you, forcing him to lay his head on his chest.

"Marry me."

"What?" You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

"Marry me." Simon repeated, his eyes still staring deeply into yours. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"But you said that-"

"I don't care what I said before. Nearly losing you made me realize that I want to spend every waking second with you for the rest of my life. So please, marry me. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and make it official."

You let out a small sob as you absorbed his words. "Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you."

Simon smashed his lips to yours, holding you impossibly close as he deepened the kiss. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too, always."

John Price-

"When we are done with this God forsaken mission, I'm taking you to a nice dinner, got that?" John asked, a hint of a smile lining his lips.

"I certainly won't say no to that. I could use a night out with you." You gave your husband a warm smile before turning the corner in the building the two of you were clearing. "Last room, we should be done in just a minute."

John turned his gaze back to you, and his blood ran cold as he saw your foot land on trip wire. "Y/N, WAIT!"

But it was too late. You triggered the bomb set by the trip wire, and you and Pricem were sent flying as the explosion rang out through the building.

It took a moment for John to regain his senses, the impact of the explosion knocking the wind out of him.

John's ears were ringing as he looked for you amongst the debris. "Babe? Where are you!?"

He wiped some of the dust from his eyes and found you lying on the floor across the room, pieces of wood covering the lower half of your body.

He slid over to you, throwing the debris off of you in a panic. "Hey, hey, hey. You better be okay. I can't do this without you, I can't."

His heart was practically beating out of his chest as his eyes raked up and down your figure. You were covered in blood and bruises, and your heartbeat was faint.

He put his arm underneath your limp body and lifted you, holding you close to him chest. "I'm not going to let you die."

Sounds of distant talking, and machines beeping drew you from your deep slumber. Your eyes blinked open, as a cough racked through your chest.

"Babe!" John cried out, cutting his conversation with Laswell short. "You're okay."

He hurried over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes. "What happened?"

"We can talk about that later. How are you feeling?" John asked, kneeling next to the bed, grasping your hand firmly in his.

"Like hell, but I'll be okay." You gave him a reassuring smile as you squeezed his hand. Your brows furrowed slightly as you took in his bruised face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better now that you're awake. Gave me quite a scare, sweetheart." He said as he pressed a kiss to your hand.

"Well, I should work on getting better quickly. If I remember correctly, you owe me a date, captian."

"That I do, I'm going to make it a date you'll never forget."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

You and Kyle were doing one of your weekly walks on one of the trails near your home.

It was a habit the two of you had formed, and it was a way for you both to unwind from the stresses of your lives.

It was early on a late winter morning, and you were just making your way over a small wooden bridge that rested above a small river. Kyle looked over at you and chuckled as he watched you shiver slightly.

"Should've taken a coat, kid. I told you it was cold."

"I'm no weakling. Besides, we are almost home anyway, I'll be fine." You giggled, bumping into him as the two of you walked.

He gave you the slightest of nudges, as the two of you laughed. At that same moment, you were walking over a small slick puddle on the bridge, causing you to lose your footing.

It happened in the blink of an eye, your valance being thrown off, sending you toppling over the side of the small bridge, into the freezing water below.

Kyle's entire world froze, and sheer panic set in. He watched as your frame disappeared into the water, and he immediately bolted across the bridge, to get to the ground below.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He screamed, his eyes frantically searching for you.

He saw your head emerge from the water, gasping for air as you struggled to tread above the surface. Without hesitation, he tore off his coat and jumped into the freezing water, swimming after you.

Dragging you to the surface, he grabbed his coat off the ground and wrapped it around your frame, holding you tightly to him, rubbing the length of your arms vigorously. "Are you okay?"

You gave a nod, as a chill ran through your body. "Thank you, for saving me. I couldn't feel my body."

"I will always, always save you. No matter the cost." He pressed a warm kiss to your temple, shivering slightly as he began to realize just how cold it was. "You are my everything, Y/N. I'm so sorry, this was my fault."

"I should've watched where I was going, it's okay. I'm okay." You said it more to yourself than to Kyle, in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

"Let's get going, I'll draw a hot bath for us when we get back. I think we both at a minimum are going to catch a cold from this." Kyle chuckled, helping you to your feet.

"Maybe this'll teach me to wear a coat next time."

König-

"I'm right behind you, Kö, go!" You called out, running as fast as your legs could carry you.

The building was crumbling around you and the team as you all struggled to make your way outside to safety.

You were nearly out of the building when you tripped on a loose piece of concrete, sending you toppling to the floor. "KÖNIG!"

But it was too late, König was already out in the open before he heard you, and the building finally crumbled to the ground before he registered your cry for help.

"MAUS!" König cried out, watching as the dust settled from the crumbled building. His legs moved before his brain could catch up as he darted toward the rubble.

"König, wait! You're going to get yourself killed!" Price called out, trying to stop the Austrian from running to you.

"I can't leave them!" König slid to his knees and began to dig away at the rubble bit by bit. "I can't leave them."

König felt tears pooling in his eyes, the thought of losing you tearing at his heart in a way that made it nearly hard for him to breathe. "They're my everything."

Price and the others knew that fighting him was hopeless and ran to his aid. They spent the better part of 20 minutes throwing rubble to the side, and were just about to give up when they heard a faint cry from underneath them.

"Help! I'm in here!" You choked out, your throat filling with dust from each breath you took. "Please."

König was sent into a frenzy at your cries for help and doubled his efforts to remove the rocks. "Maus, I'm here! Hold on, I'm here!"

With one final rock thrown to the side, your beaten and battered frame came into his line of sight, and he felt the weight on his shoulders fall off.

You were covered in debris and blood, but still had that beautiful smile on your face. "König."

He reached his hands down and pulled you up to him in a bone crushing hug. "I'm here, Maus. I'll never leave you again."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You and Johnny were running from an onslaught of enemies making their way to your location. You were less than half a mile from exfil, and the two of you were running faster than you ever have in your lives.

Johnny heard gunshots from behind him, and heard a sharp intake of breath come from you.

"Babe, come on, we've got to move!" Johnny called out, looking behind him to make sure you were following. What he saw, had his entire world shifting on its axis.

You looked up at him, through bleary eyes, as your hand clutched at the growing blood splotch on your stomach. "Johnny."

"No, no, no." Johnny ran over to you as you started to lose your footing, and held you in his arms. "Hey, kid, it's alright. You're going to be okay."

"It hurts, Johnny." You whispered, the blood loss causing you to grow weaker by the second. "I'm scared."

"You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." His voice was shaky as he struggled to keep his composure. "Please, please keep yourself awake. I'll get us to exfil."

He carried your body and sprinted toward the exfil point, praying to the stars that you would make it out of this alive.

Johnny walked into your hospital room a few days later, and his heart felt like it was going to implode when he saw your smiling face looking back at him.

"Theres that beautiful smile." Johnny's voice came from beside your bed. "I thought I lost you."

"I'm here, Johnny. I'm sorry to have scared you." You reached for his hand, giving it a firm squeeze as your eyes met his.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. I don't know what I would've done without you." Johnny's words felt like molasses in his throat, as his tears threatened to pour down his cheeks once more. "I can't live without you."

"I promise. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled him toward you and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he began to sob into your chest.

"You better not, I won't ever let anything happen to you again."

Alejandro-

Alejandros' worst nightmare had come true. The cartel had taken you hostage in an attempt to get back at him and Los Vaqueros, and it had been nearly three days without any sign of life from you.

He and Rudy were able to locate you at a nearby warehouse, and Alejandro was on a warpath to get to you. Dead bodies were strewn across the floors of the building, left in Alejandro and Rudy's wake.

Alejandro rounded a corner, and his heart stopped at the sight of you strapped to the chair, your body battered, bloodied and bruised.

"Carino!" He called out rushing to your side. He was quick to unstrap the restraints holding you to the chair and caught your limp body as it fell forward. "Carino, please, please be okay."

He carried your weakened body and sprinted alongside Rudy to leave the compound.

His tight grip on you didn't falter the entire ride to the hospital, as hot tears began to fall down his cheeks. Alejandro had been through a lot in his life, but nothing compared to this moment. He could feel the life slipping from you, and bit by bit, his heart began to disintegrate.

It was a few days later, when you were finally discharged from the nearby hospital. Alejandro had been distant from you the entire time you were admitted, the guilt of your kidnapping being too much for him to handle.

You weren't going to take his distance any longer, however, and decided to approach him about it a short while after you both got home.

"Alejandro, we need to talk. I'm okay, now. It's okay." You spoke, resting your hand on his shoulder gently. "Please, talk to me."

"It's not okay, I failed you. I should've been there. It's because of -."

"Ale, it's not your fault." You turned him toward you gently. "I don't blame you, not in the slightest."

"But it is, I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me anymore." His gaze fell from you, his eyes lingering on the floor below. "You're not safe with me."

"Don't say that. Alejandro, I'm safest when I am with you. I am not, and will not ever leave you."

Alejandro choked on a sob as he collapsed to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head against your abdomen. "I don't deserve you, hermosa, but I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest person I can. And I promise you, I will protect you no matter the cost."

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A/N: I really struggled with writing this one- I hope you all enjoy!

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daycourtofficial · 3 months

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Bad Idea

Summary: feeling a bit neglected by your mate, you decide to try to make him jealous by dancing with another male. Very little plot, mostly just smut ngl.

Warnings: Azriel is a mean dom, so uh literally.. spanking, cockwarming, degradation, light choking.

Author’s note: fuck it, I want jealous Az, and dammit I’ll have jealous Az. Also I’m headcannoning that Az wears boxer briefs idk why I feel like he’d like the sleekness of them.

You knew it was a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid idea. You couldn’t help yourself, though. Your mate had been gone all week on a mission, his return culminating in everyone at Rita’s - dancing, drinking, having a good time.

Your mate kept talking to his brothers, hardly passing you a second glance when a male approached you at the bar. You looked to see if he’d noticed, and growing tired of his lack of attention, you decided to indulge the man at the bar. Truth be told, the man wasn’t really interested in you. You two struck up a conversation about your shoes, leading you to discussing your own mates.

Wren, he told you, was here because he loved dancing, but his mate did not. You could understand the sentiment, the same opinions being held by you and your mate. So you asked Wren to dance and made your way to the dance floor.

You danced for what felt like hours with Wren, having an incredible time. Lost in the music, through the haze of alcohol, it was easy to push aside your feelings of neglect. Every so often you’d look towards your mate, only to find him looking elsewhere. You and Wren left the dancefloor for some water, him telling you he should be on his way home. You bid each other farewell, and you realize your mate is nowhere to be found.

You stumbled home, forgoing your heels a block from Rita’s. The house is dark, not a single light on inside. You roll your eyes walking up the steps to your door, assuming Azriel was still speaking with Rhys and Cassian somewhere.

You slipped through your house, tossing your shoes on the floor as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. You pushed open your bedroom door, closing it softly behind you. You pad through the room, reaching to unzip your top when a heavy weight presses into your back, pushing your front into the wall.

You start to scream, but a scarred hand wraps around your mouth. The force has your hands above your head with one hand, your mouth covered with the other.

“That’s no way to greet me, my love.”

Your mate’s voice eases the primal fear deep within you, but the tone of his voice causes a new fear to ripple through you.

“In fact,” he says, his whisper sending chills down your spine, “nothing you did tonight was an appropriate way to greet your mate after a week away.”

You muffle some sounds, trying to explain to him that he wasn’t even looking at you for most of the night, but he keeps his hand steady on your mouth, curling some fingers around your jaw to keep it locked in place.

His wings wrap around both of you, coccooning you from the world, as if his next words were meant only for the two of you.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, “my mate, my wife, my soul.”

He releases your hands, but the loss of contact is quickly replaced by his shadows holding your hands together.

“I’ll spend however long it takes to remind you of that fact, until you’re so fucked out you’re just left a drooling, twitching mess.”

He releases you from the wall, your weight sagging from him holding you up, but before you can fall, he holds you around the hips, dragging you to the bed. His shadows were in a frenzy around you, and he pushes you down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress.

“I’m not the only one possessive of you,” he says, as shadows start swirling around your legs, your arms, your waist, your neck. You tried to lift yourself up, but they held you down. Azriel turned, walking to the bar cart you two kept in your room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey as his shadows held you down.

“They were so upset with you,” he says, the whiskey coming close to his lips. “They wanted me to make a big show in Rita’s about who you belong to, but I told them to wait, and I’d let them have their fun.”

Two shadows traveled up your thighs, and your eyes widen, remembering what’s underneath your skirt.

“Don’t worry,” he drawls, sitting in his leather chair to have an unobstructed view of you. A shadow swirls behind your back, unzipping your top and pulling it off of you. They do the same with your skirt, but they leave your overly optimistic crotchless panties and matching bra on. “I’ll make my way to you, eventually.”

Your mate tsks as he looks at you, his shadows holding you down so you can’t move. They start touching your entrance, their cool, airy touch leaving you needing more.

He stands a few feet away from you, his drink in his hand as he watches his shadows hold you in place to keep you from squirming. Your back arches as they snuck under your bra, pinching your nipples. He chuckles into his drink as a few shadows start circling your clit, your moans a clear indication of how good they feel against you.

His shadows found their way in your shared bed, usually assisting Azriel in touching you or holding you down. On rare occasions such as this, Azriel lets them do as they please, allowing them to lay as much claim to you as he does.

It was euphoric the way they caressed against your exposed skin, never staying still. They whirled and swirled up your legs, your arms, through your hair, around your waist, your breasts. They were enjoying this time with you.

Azriel walks over to the bed, lust coating his eyes and his scent as he asks, “had enough yet?”

You open your mouth to speak, but some shadows circle your neck, applying a light pressure so you can’t speak. Your futile attempts to respond cause him to smirk and in a flash the shadows have stopped roaming your body. Your skin warms at the loss of their cool touch, and you start to move your arms when scarred hands replace the shadows, keeping a harsh grip on your wrists.

He leans down, practically laying on top of you as he leans in and tells you, “undress me.”

Your thoughts still, that need for his skin coming back to you. You sit up immediately, reaching to unbutton his shirt, but he stops you.

“Undress me without touching my skin.”

You whine at your mate knowing exactly why you did everything that led you here. You sit up, hands shaking as you unbutton his shirt. He even turns around so you can undo the buttons underneath his wings. You can’t stop yourself from staring at them, their veins just calling out to you to stroke them, that one spot that you know drives him wild calling to you like a siren.

He chuckles at how long you’ve spent observing him, your eyes taking in every inch of his back. The toned muscles, the tattoos on his upper back, the spot where his back meets the wings.

You find yourself starting to reach out, your fingers inches from his wing when he clears his throat.

“I’m still wearing pants,” he says, in an unimpressed tone. You gasp, the trance on his wings broken as he turns around, allowing you access to his front.

Your eyes roam his torso, the tattoos on the front completing the shapes from the back. You watch his chest rise and fall as he breathes, as your eyes get caught on that line of hair that delves into his pants.

You reach a hand out to undo the laces of his pants, your hands shaking a bit as you do so. From need for him and from fear of punishment if you break another rule, you’re not sure which is influencing the shaking of your hands more.

You take a deep breath as your hands find the top of his pants, taking extra care to avoid his skin. You start pulling his pants down, receiving no help from your mate until they are around his ankles and he steps out of them.

You look at him, standing there in his black boxer briefs, practically drooling thinking about what lays underneath them. You’re gazing at his thighs, looking at the toned muscles he trains every day. He flexes a little at your gaze and you gasp at the movement.

The urge to run your hands up and down his thighs is taking over your senses, until his hand grabs your jaw, moving your gaze to look at his clothed hardened length.

His silent command gets you moving again, and you grab the waistband of his undershorts, pulling them down, taking care as it moves over his length.

His hard cock springs up, hitting his abdomen as it’s freed. You moan at the sight of it, but continue your quest to pull them all the way down. He steps out of them again, and moves to the side of you to lay down on the bed.

He lays there for a beat, his Adonis-like stature warming you from the inside. He grabs your waist, moving each of your legs to straddle him, but keeping you about a foot away from him.

He lines up his hard cock to your entrance, leaving you to hover a few inches away from him. You moan, needing him to let you slide onto him, needing him inside you.

“P-please,” you moan, practically drooling at the sight of the pre-cum spreading down him. He purrs, “My greedy little mate needs my cock, does she?”

You nod your head, but he tuts at you. “Use your words.”

You look at him, his teasing smirk telling you just how much he’s enjoying this. “Can I p-please sit on your cock, feel you inside of me?”

His smirk deepens, and he tells you to go ahead. You start sliding him into you, moaning at the way he’s stretching you. He’s still keeping you in place with his hands, and he helps you guide down onto him.

Once you feel him completely fill you up, you start to move, only to be held back. His hands keep you still, not allowing you to budge. You whine, needing to ride him, needing to fill him pumping in and out of you. He sees how desperately you need him and smiles.

“But darling, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

It’s too much, you need to move. His hands were pressed so hard into your hips, keeping you both in place and keeping himself as deep into you as possible. You can feel them digging into your skin, leaving perfect finger shaped bruises to be found tomorrow.

You could have been sitting there for minutes or days and you’d have no clue. Time crept on, your mate keeping you in the same spot, despite your whining and pleading.

His shadows kept busy, keeping a hold on your hands behind your back, but also by circling your nipples, pinching you. They continued swirling up your thighs, enjoying overstimulating you.

The stimulation becomes too much, with tears eventually leaking down your face, which the shadows gently caress away. Azriel finally speaks, his long silence another form of punishment. His words are usually full of praise for you, except for when you misbehave.

“Now, why am I doing this to you?” He asks, looking into your face.

“Because I was a bad girl.”

He spanks you, hard, the action startling a whimper out of you. His hand rests back on your hips, keeping you in place. “Tell me every bad thing you did tonight.”

And so you did, each action earning a swift slap on your ass.

“I left you to go to the bar by myself.”

Spank.

“I talked to another male.”

Spank.

“I danced with another male.”

Spank.

In between each confession, he held tightly to your ass, rubbing the pain in. At this rate, you’ll hardly be able to sit tomorrow without feeling the sting of this punishment.

After finally reaching the point of the night where you had greeted him with a shriek, the tears were streaming down your face, your ass covered in his hand prints.

“Now, who do you belong to?”

“You.” You tell him, tears clouding your vision. “I won’t disobey you again.”

He chuckles lowly, “oh I know you won’t.” He lifts you off of himself, a whine coming from you as he pulls you off his cock. “Now you’ve made quite a mess on me,” you look down, his thighs and cock covered in a sheen of your juices. “Clean it up.”

Hands still behind your back, you lean forward, licking his thighs, tasting yourself mixed with his sweat.

“Can you taste the desperation?”

You whine, as he holds your head down to his thighs. After successfully cleaning both of his thighs, he guides your head right in front of his cock, the tip mere inches from your mouth.

You’re staring at it, needing it inside you, watching pre-cum leak out of the tip, when he laughs at you.

“Drooling over my cock already?”

You blush, not realizing you had actually drooled over the appendage in front of you.

“Do you want a taste?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. “Stick out your tongue,” he tells you, and you immediately obey. He allows you to roam his cock with your tongue, tasting both of your juices mixed together.

“Put me in your mouth.”

You open your mouth, allowing him entry, and he immediately begins pushing in and out of you. He grabs your hair, holding you in place. You look up at him and he makes direct eye contact with you as he pushes himself as far into your mouth as he can go. He tells you, “I’m going to cum in your mouth, but you’re not allowed to swallow it. Got it?”

He pulls a little harder on your hair to tell you he’s serious. His shadows hold you in place as he fucks your mouth, until you feel him pick up the pace.

After a minute of his intense thrusting, he’s cumming in your mouth, his hot seed shooting into your throat.

“Now open.” He tells you, and when you open your mouth, he smirks at the semen in your mouth. Before you realize it, he spits in your mouth and tells you to close it.

“Now,” he tells you, his face right in front of yours, “no swallowing. I want you to be full from my cum in your mouth and your cunt, in hopes you can get it through your dumb little head that you belong to me.”

He’s pushed you onto your back and has slid back into you. An attempt at a moan comes out but is blocked by the semen in your mouth.

He chuckles, “you don’t want to know what will happen if you swallow before I tell you to.”

He starts pumping into you, filling you with his cock. He’s thrusting in and out of you, and you’re not sure you can take anymore when he moves a hand down and begins fingering you.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back in pleasure, unable to moan because of the cum in your mouth. You’re getting close, all of his attention and teasing being too much. You feel it building for both you and your mate. You know he’s close, his speed increasing drastically.

“You’re going to swallow right as I cum in you. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for one minute?”

You nod your head yes, but the ecstasy you feel is making thoughts incredibly difficult. He wraps a hand around your throat, his thumb stroking the front of your neck.

“Swallow. Now.”

It all happens so fast. You swallow the mixture of spit and cum, the salty tang sliding down your throat. Azriel finishes inside of you, his cum filling you up triggering you to finish.

You lay there, him on top of you. Both of you are panting, unable to form thoughts or words to describe what just happened. Azriel rolls off of you, moving to your side.

He strokes your cheek and asks, “You okay?”

Your hand slowly rises to his field of vision, and you give a thumbs up. He laughs, caressing your face before getting up and getting you a rag. He comes back, helping you clean up while you’re half asleep.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” you tell him, falling asleep as he discards the washcloth and crawls into bed with you, wrapping you into his arms.

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f4llen4st4r · 11 months

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Pretty When You Cry, Miguel O’Hara

Pairing: Hard Dom!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,952

Warnings/Content: dacryphilia, semi-toxic (?), argument, mentions of breaking up, established relationship, smut, squirting, oral (fem receiving)

Synopsis: Constant disappointment leading to an argument where Y/n wants to end things for good. This rough trial only brings one outcome and a new discovery of Miguel’s.

Yup, he did it again. What did you expect at this point? You were left all alone once more, humiliated with nothing but an empty glass of wine and no Miguel on the other side.

You’ve had the waiter come up to about 4 times now asking if you wanted to order but you just responded with, “No thank you, my boyfriend will be here soon. I better wait for him.” The longer you waited staring aimlessly at the clock, the slower time seemed to pass. Minutes turned into hours without your boyfriend, you felt embarrassed to say the least. Every time the door swung open you looked up in hopes that he would be standing there, chest heaving up and down showing his rushed efforts with flowers and a sorry expression. This wasn’t anything surprising anymore, he’d done this countless times before but you were hoping that just this one night it’d be different than the rest of the lonely nights.

After 3 hours with Miguel being a no show you decided you’d had enough. You stood up trying to ignore the stinging at your eyes from the constant disappointment from your boyfriend everytime. You’ve probably had more fights than dates, you just didn’t know what to do or think. You just weren’t going to stand for this any longer. You knew what you deserved and this was far from it. You were going to end things tonight, with Miguel. You grabbed your bag and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table for the waiter and stormed out.

As you got into your car you saw Miguel walking down the street to the restaurant. You felt so lucky knowing that if you had seen him face to face you would’ve broken down in front of him. He looked terrible– like he simply just didn’t care. He was wearing sweatpants and a black compression shirt, looking as if he had gone to the gym over going to the date. You watched as he waltzed into the restaurant as if he had no care in the world. You didn’t care. You were going to let him walk in expecting him to see you just waiting for him with a smile, and forgive him for being hours late.

But not this time.

You got in your car and didn’t even bother to spare him a second glance as you drove in the direction of your apartment. Once you had safely arrived, you couldn’t help but let the tears just flow down your face, ruining your makeup. All the time you had spent getting ready to look your absolute best for him, knowing he never comes through. You don’t realize how long it has been until you hear someone’s rushed footsteps echoing throughout the dark street. You see his figure. You rush into the house and slam the door behind you not wanting him to see you like this– like a mess. Your heart feels like it’s about to leap

out your chest when heavy knocks on the door echo into your apartment.

“Y/n, open the door.” It was Miguel and he didn’t sound too happy, “Y/n open the fucking door I know you’re in there I heard you go inside.”

“Go away, Miguel.” You responded, albeit not in the confident way you want to. It sounded more shaky if anything.

His tone was now exasperated, “I'm not going away until you open the damn door.”

“It’s over Miguel, just leave me alone.” You pleaded not wanting to carry on anymore.

“What? You can’t be serious right now. All because of being late to one date?!” A mixture of genuine confusion and frustration was present in his voice.

You wanted to punch his face but you decided to stay silent.

“Y/n? Open the fucking door, I’m not playing with you.” He says as the knocking started again, all you felt were the vibrations of the door under your fingertips. After a few more minutes of silence he tried again, “Is this really how you want to end things with me? Through a door and not face to face? At least give me that decency of ending things properly.”

You supposed he was right. It would be wrong to end things just like this, especially after everything you two have gone through together for all these years.

Twisting the knob of your door, you now faced your boyfriend. You could tell he was beyond furious as a vein popping from his forehead gave it away. His gaze softened momentarily upon seeing your damp cheeks and ruined makeup. You couldn’t decipher it but the look in his eyes was something unreadable. Good or bad? You just really couldn’t tell, you’ve never seen this side from him. Miguel brings his thumb to wipe your damp cheeks and he repeatedly strokes your cheek. You felt the warm sensation flow in your cunt.

“Why’re you so upset?”

“I wait for you, that’s all I do, Miguel. But you don’t come through, you never do like you don’t need me anymore.” You say as tears start to well-up in your eyes once more.

“What, Y/n? You know I need you, don’t say that.”

“Don’t say you need me when you always choose other things over me. Do you hate me that much!? You just brush me aside and put everything else ahead?”

Miguel tries to embrace you in hopes of calming you down but you push him away.

“All those times I tried to spend with you doesn’t mean shit to you.” Your tears start spilling freely now down your face. Miguel takes a step towards you which causes you to step back. You keep backing up as he comes forward until your back meets the wall. Miguel reaches his hand out, cupping your face while using his thumb to wipe away stray tears. All you feel is the sensation of the warmth of him basically spreading your tears around on your face.

And he just stands there, staring at you with that same stare from earlier. The one you couldn’t read. Your eyes were so trained on him you didn’t realize his thumb slipping in between your soft lips and eventually into the warmth of your mouth. You ignored the salty taste from the tears he wiped earlier, as you began to suck on his thumb. His breath hitched when your tongue slid up and down the flesh of his thumb, looking up at him through long lashes and wide eyes.

“You don’t know how pretty you are when you cry, Y/n.” He says with stars filled with lust in his dark orbs.

“Then show me.”

It happened so quickly you didn’t register the fact that Miguel took you by your shoulders and spun you around, shoving your front against the wall your back was previously against. You let out a silent gasp at how rough he was being.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed, feeling his hot breath fan against your ear. You squirmed in his grip, hips moving and accidentally coming into contact with his obvious boner that you assumed would be painfully bulging through the thin, gray fabric of his pants.

“You like getting me mad, huh? So I can fuck some more tears out of you.” He says condescendingly. Getting off on the power he had over you, how you were so helpless in his grasp with nowhere to go.

You can��t even respond, already drunk off of him. You unconsciously began to move your hips against his straining erection, craving any sort of friction.

“Respond to me, already too fucked out to respond? I didn’t even touch you.” He says and you could practically hear the smirk on his face. There was nothing more you wanted to do than wipe it off of his face but you were aching to feel him– you wanted some sort of relief.

He knelt down, bunching up the fabric of your red dress so he could push it up so he could see your black lace panties above him. He rubs you against the lacey material and it feels ecstatic finally getting proper relief.

“You’re already wet, hm? You’re always wet for me, even when you’re upset with me?”

You whine in agreement, wanting to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock—just anything, you just needed more. His fingers hooked around your waistband, yanking it down causing the small fabric to pool around your feet.

Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist, running his hands down your body.

“You know you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’d do anything to show you just how much I appreciate you.” You feel his breath get closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You held your breath as he licked a stripe up your cunt.

You let out a particularly loud moan and your hand clasps over your mouth in attempts to not bother the neighbors. Miguel started with tantalizing slow licks on your pussy making you squirm in his grasp. He stills you by tightening his grip on your thighs.

“M-miguel faster please.” you stuttered, not able to form a single coherent thought besides the fact you needed him to go faster. Your hand came down to find its way into his hair, as you tugged on it harshly.

That was enough for Miguel to take a hint, he started to lick faster, flattening his tongue to make sure he got every drop your pussy had to offer. His tongue flicked against your clit making you moan louder, though the only thing keeping them in was your hand that was still over your mouth.

“So desperate for me, don’t try to hide it Y/n. Let me hear you.” You take your hand off of your mouth and lewd noises begin spilling out, filling the room. You felt your high coming closer to its tipping point. It felt like a thousand fireworks about to be set ablaze.

He knew you so well and could feel you were close. He slowly slid in his middle finger, then ring as he focused on your clit. He pumped his fingers out slowly causing your stomach to tighten.

“I knew you weren’t going to leave me. You knew it too. You know why? Because you need me, no one can make you feel the way I do.” He asked patronizingly, keeping the pace with his fingers.

He felt the way you clenched around his fingers at that, you guessed in the back of your mind you knew you could never leave Miguel even if you wanted to. You didn’t have the strength and you loved him too much. But hearing it come from him made you even wetter.

“Please Miguel, I’m so close–” You say whining, as tears begin to stream down your face once more. You grab his hair pushing him further into your heat as the pace of his tongue begins to pick up. He begins to focus on your clit, flicking it so lightly but laps up all your juices with hunger. As you began to come, your knees began to buckle and all you could see was white and ears ringing. When you began to come back to senses, you felt Miguel’s fingers gripping your thighs and heard him groaning. When you looked down at the boy, you saw a dark gray patch contrasting his thin light gray sweatpants.

“I need you? I think you need me.” You say chuckling.

“God, I love you Y/n.” he stood up, wiping your juices from his face with the back of his hand so he could pull you in for a kiss.

#miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse smut #spiderman smut #miguel o’hara x reader

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drefear · 8 months

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Sister's Mister

Summary: You and your sister are having issues now that Miguel and her are official. Your friends have some opinions, and things finally get heated.

TW: smut, masturbation, drinking, arguing, family issues, pining.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

The world was painful, too bright for your eyes and your heavy hangover. Everything felt achy and your body was like lead. Soft breathing could be heard from the corner of your room and as you looked up, you saw Gianna sleeping in your little lounge chair. You began to nod out of it again when her eyes opened and she moved to sit on the bed with you. She held your hand and smiled.

“Went too hard last night, right?” She laid her head in your lap and you nodded, barely having the energy to speak. “That’s so unlike you.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” You drawled on, moving the blanket to cover her as well and sleep in the same bed, something you two did often in highschool. Gianna was like having an annoying best friend around 24/7.

Once you woke up again, Gianna was gone and you were alone in the darkness of your room, your sister having pulled your blinds down to help you sleep off the hangover. Getting up, you blinked and grabbed your doorknob, needing a bit of balance before you could keep going. Practically waddling to the kitchen on sea legs, you squinted towards the fridge, seeing someone already in it.

“Dad?”

“Try again.” The voice gave away who it was and you pouted, agitated that he was the first person you had to see when you woke up.

“What are you doing here?”

“Gianna had class, so she asked me to stay and look after you.” Miguel closed the fridge and handed you a cold bottle of water. “She loves you a lot.”

“I love her too.” You answered in a short manner, not wanting to continue to speak to the massive man in your home.

“Why’d you get drunk?” He asked and you sighed, turning towards the exit.

“Because I can.” You spoke as if biting him, harsh and intent on being painful to hear. His face scrunched in a way you could only explain as both confused and angry.

“No one just gets blackout drunk because they can.” He kept pushing, like a child trying to find their parent’s boundaries.

“Why are you asking? I’m not the sister you chose.” You walked away before he could press on, and you hurried towards your bedroom, closing the door and locking it. You held the water bottle to your forehead, needing some relief and silence as tears pooled in your eyes. You missed the buzz that the alcohol gave you from last night, warmth making you feel light as a feather. Now, you just felt like hot water sloshed back and forth in your body. You laid on your bed once more to try and fight the massive, tequila induced headache. Nothing felt right and you couldn’t put your finger on it. You memory was hazy, bits and pieces of things coming back as if they weren’t even from your eyes. The last thing you remembered was a stranger touching your face before you yakked on Miles’s grass-

Miles!

You quickly grabbed your phone to see all the phone calls you’d missed. Gwen texted you three times and called three times, Miles called twice and left five texts, and Pav, who you don’t remember giving your number to, called twice. The line rang as you called back Miles and he answered on the second ring.

“Oh my god, you’re ok!” He spoke and you let out a pent out breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Your sister came in last night like a bat out of hell and was screaming for you, and then I saw that big, mean guy from Alchemax carrying you out and when I tried to ask him what he was doing, he told me to be a criminal with someone else, and I-”

“He said what?” You began to feel a familiar upset grow in your chest as you heard Miles.

“Who gives a shit? I just wanted to make sure he didn’t, like, kidnap you and sell you to El Chapo or something!” You laughed at his dramatic jokes. You loved Miles like a brother, someone who’d been there when you needed him most and vice versa.

“No, I’m fine. That’s my sister’s new boyfriend.” You heard quiet on the other line. “Hello?”

“She’s dating that guy? Miguel, right? Didn’t he fuck around with Mrs. Olsen?” He asked and you twirled a piece of your hair in your fingers.

“Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is he’s got my sister in some fantasy land and I have to listen to the stupid details. ‘Miguel this’ and ‘Miguel that,’ she won’t stop talking about him and-”

“You like him, don’t you?” Miles asked and you practically choked on the sudden gasp of oxygen you took in, coughing a bit. “Sorry, sorry! Just… sounds like you have something else going on when it comes to him. Is this the guy you used to talk about liking in your chem classes?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t need to. Tears broke through your ducts and dribbled down your cheeks as you realized how you felt.

“Miles, it fucking sucks so badly.” You whispered, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “It’s my sister’s boyfriend, ya know? How am I supposed to act?” You asked desperately, needing him input.

“You don’t. You gotta forget it, he’s off limits now. Plus, if he’s as terrible as he seems, you don’t want him in your life anyway.” Miles went on and you knew it was true, but a knock at your door made you almost nervous. “Miles, I gotta go. I’ll text you later.”

“Yeah, come over later and we can go in the pool. You can clean up all the throw up you left outside.” He laughed as you practically shrank into your blankets, embarrassment turning your cheeks pink. Hanging up, you got up and went to your door to see Miguel standing too tall in the doorframe.

“Why don’t you know how to act in front of me?” Miguel asked, and your heart stopped. He heard you.

“That was a private conversation. Now, you can tell my sister I’m fine and get the fuck out of my house.” You slammed the door in his face once you were done speaking to him, waiting to make sure he left. After a long few seconds, you heard his hefty footsteps retreat and the front door close. Today was too much.

You left for Miles’s house later that afternoon, getting there to see your sister’s car outside. Great. You slightly dreaded how intertwined your friend group was getting, all because of Miguel. Another reason to absolutely despise him. You wished you could.

You had on your purple swimsuit, something unique and new that you were excited to wear. Miles had said that he was inviting a few extra friends, and you were hoping one of them was cute, so you had pulled this one out to don in case your hopes came true. Now you had even more reason to push out your chest and be cute, to prove to Miguel that the conversation he heard was actually nothing. He was your sister’s boyfriend, just your sister’s boyfriend. Not the man you pine for in the dark of your room at night, not the name you have to bite your lip not to moan while your fingers circled your clit.

Walking through his gate to his backyard, you waved at Gwen and MIles, then Hobie and Pav, and Peter. There were a few other faces you didn’t recognize and then there was Miguel and your sister, making out in the pool and looking like the beginning of an amateur porn video. You cringed as you turned away from them, trying not to gawk at their gross display of affection, but you couldn’t blame her. If you were in Gianna’s position, you’d fuck him everywhere you went just to show other women that he was yours and yours alone.

You shook that thought from your head and tried to listen to what Gwen was saying.

An hour later, Gwen introduced you to someone named Ben. he was tall, built nice, and seemed to be quite cocky, but you just needed a distraction. The two of you flirted back and forth on the pool ledge as you moved a hand to your waist, pulling you into the water and playfully splashing you. Continuing to soak each other, you felt a presence behind you and suddenly, you were thrown across the pool. Sputtering up to the surface, you looked around and found Miguel smirking, arms folded with a confident roll of his shoulders.

“What the fuck, Miguel?” You yelled and he just laughed.

“I wanted to play.”

“You weren’t invited!” You barked and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I just wanted that constant screaming to end. It was annoying.”

“Then maybe use your words, you barbarian.”

“Oh, ouch! So hurtful, did you learn that word in the library you lock yourself inside of every night?”

“Are you really making fun of me for being smart?” You didn't realize you were walking closer to him until you were a foot away, and he finally stepped closer to look down at you, making you crane your neck up as he spoke.

“No, I’m saying you’re a loser.” He narrowed his eyes and you couldn’t find the words to answer, hurt pooling in your stomach. You didn’t even realize everyone had started to watch you two arguing until you both stood in silence and felt everyone else’s eyes on you.

“I’d rather be a loser than a whorish prick.” You spoke with sharp words and checked his shoulder as you walked past him, flipping your now soaking wet and messy hair out of your face and stomping to your towel. Your sister moved to grab your arm, but you jerked away from her.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You screamed and saw hurt flash across her face, but you couldn’t see through the seething rage that MIguel had begun to boil inside of you. “You did this, you brought him into my life. As long as you two are together, stay away from me!” You hurried inside of the house and into the bathroom, hearing someone follow you and slamming the door in their face. You sat on the edge of the bathtub and cried. All of the frustration and upset from the past few weeks poured out as you shivered from the AC blowing directly on your wet form, overwhelmed and afraid.

Meanwhile, the pool area was quiet as Gianna was frozen in place, then looking at Miguel. She got an angry look on her face as he got out of the pool, starting to feel bad. Had he caused a rift between you two? He held his hands up, “Baby, I’m sorry-”

“Fix this! Now!” Gianna pointed inside and he nodded, just following orders.

The truth was he didn’t know why you bothered him so much, you just did. Everything about you caused him to be annoyed, and caused a stir in his pants.

He liked your sister, she was pretty and funny and nice. She was easy. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t used to having a girlfriend either. He didn’t like the feeling that much, it seemed too much of a hassle.

A few months ago, he’d seen you in his class wearing just a t-shirt and jean shorts, but your soft thighs made his mind go to new places. He’d always chased his own pleasure, not caring much for making the girl’s he bedded orgasm. They always did, but that wasn’t his goal. He just needed to ‘get his and get gone,’ as Ben once said to him.

Then he saw you, and his first thought was how those thighs would feel on his shoulders, how you’d taste on his tongue with your hands in his hair as you screamed his name. He kept oral sex for relationships, but god he wanted to eat you out so badly, it was driving him mad.

And then he saw your tits in that low cut top you wore when it started to get warm out, and he lost it.

He always thought about you as he fucked other girls, railing them from behind and tilting his head back to pretend he was inside of you. He didn’t even know your first name, which was fine by him, and he had planned to keep this going until he met your sister, Gianna. She looked similar to you and that made him satisfied.

And then he found out she was your sister, and he became hungrier. Being in your house, seeing your family, knew he’d fucked up when he saw you at the club. You were dancing with Hobie and he was feeling up Gianna, but he couldn’t stop sneaking looks at you. The way you swayed your hips, how you held Hobie, how the dress was tight around your chest. He was ging insane and that’s when your sister brought him over to introduce you two. He heard your name and it was like butter on his tongue, smooth and rich. He was hungry for you and the small tastes weren’t enough anymore.

Dinner at your house was practically painful. He was trying so hard to drown you out of his mind with your sister, wanting nothing more than to have her be what flooded his brain instead. Her hand on his thigh was the only reason he even remembered she was in the room while he watched you eat.

Arguing with you about Miles fucking Morales got him almost rock hard in his pants, watching you bitch at him, showing him something he’d never seen from you: anger. He saw you shy and awkward, saw you focused in class, but now he saw you spitting words of upset at him and the passion that filled your eyes as you sneered. God, you were like a drug.

You laid passed out on the grass of Miles’s backyard and he just watched your form for a minute, the rise and fall of your busty chest in that tight top you had on, you were mesmerizing. He made his way to you and bent down.

“Get up.”

“Lay down with me.” Those words went straight to his cock, wanting to hear them come out of your mouth in a much different scenario. “Look at the sky.”

“Your eyes are closed.” He answered, and you hypnotized him with that sweet little laugh.

“The stars are beautiful.” He couldn't help it, his body moved on its own. He nuzzled your face in his hand, your soft skin feeling like heaven against the callus of his fingers.

“So are you.” He whispered and sadness filled his chest. He’d made the mistake of entertaining your sister, and now he could never have you. You began tossing up your dinner and your sister came just in time as he waited until you were done, then moving your passed out form into his arms and carrying you out of the house. As he stepped to his car, your sister got into the backseat to hold onto you, but he heard someone shouting.

“Hey!” It was that Miles kid he couldn’t stand.

“What?” He asked, moving his arms to tilt your head upward instead of leaned over his arm.

“She’s not ok, you can’t take her-”

Miguel was about to bark back, to protect you with every fiber of your being against this stupid law-breaking twerp, but your sister jumped in and started talking to Miles, in which he calmed down. A frown just sat on Miguel’s face, bending to lay you in the car and not saying another word.

The next day, your sister had left Miguel at the house with you to make sure you were ok while she was gone. Well, he actually volunteered. Which wasn’t weird at all.

And then there was the phone call her overheard.

“Miles, it fucking sucks so badly.” You whispered, making Miguel’s heart want to do jumping jacks. “It’s my sister’s boyfriend, ya know? How am I supposed to act?”

This made him almost happy, but conflict began in his head. This was so wrong, so so wrong.

But then there was the pool, and that gorgeous little bikini you had on, and how you acted with Ben. Fucking Ben. First Miles, then Ben? Were you trying to pick the worst possible choices in men?

He meant to be playful, just to see that angry spark in your eyes again, but then you both started saying things that couldn’t be taken back.

“No, I’m saying you’re a loser.” The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them and suddenly, the world was quiet. Everyone stared at you two and you frantically glanced around with humiliation, but he only watched you.

“I’d rather be a loser than a whorish prick.” You spat back at him and he stood still, unsure of how to go about everything that had just happened, unsure of how to fix things.

You and Gianna had harsh words as you ran into Miles’s house crying, and Miguel felt everyone glaring at him, but he couldn’t give a fuck about anyone else. Gianna yelled at Miguel and that’s when he followed you, seeing you run into the bathroom and shut the door. He heard a small thud and knew you were leaning against it, knocking gently.

“Leave me alone, Gianna.” You sniffled and Miguel sighed.

“I didn’t mean to say that, I’m sorry-” He started to apologize and the door flew open, your crying face scrunched up at him with a fury he honestly hadn’t seen in anyone but himself.

“You’re sorry?” Your tone mocked him and he clenched his jaw, nodding. “What are you sorry for? Calling me a loser? Embarrassing me in front of my friends and family? Driving me insane in my own home? Which one?”

“I didn’t-” He huffed. Miguel wasn’t good with talking about his emotions, and as he heard the laughter from the backyard, he pushed you forward into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“I’m sorry for it all, but it’s your fault too!”

“What?!” You whisper-yelled and he rolled his eyes, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

“Oh, c'mon. You know you’ve been driving me crazy.” He sneered and you glared up at him.

“I have not-” You stopped short and thought about his words. “How?” You tilted your head to the side.

“You’re just- you’re so fucking- perfect!” He shouted and put a hand on the wall above your head, bending down to get closer to your face. His eyes burned into yours as he studied your expression. “You’re all I think about.”

“This is wrong…” You breathed out and felt his breath tickle your cheek, eyes fluttering a bit and nose almost touching his.

“Stop me then.” He whispered and you bit your lip, a constricting feeling in your chest tying itself around your lungs and making you shiver. “Tell me you don’t want this.” He moved his hands to knead the squish of your hips, water dripping down your legs from the still wet bathing suit on your body.

“Miguel…” Your voice was shaky as he inhaled your scent, moved the tangled mess of damp hair from your shoulder. Loud knocking made you both jump a bit, his hands pulling you closer as his head snapped to the door. He grabbed the doorknob to make sure whoever it was didn’t try to open it, or succeed. Your name rang out in your sister’s voice and your legs wobbled.

You were in here, being felt up by her boyfriend right after you’d screamed in her face, and she was looking to comfort you still.

Tears filled your eyes again and the door knob jiggled, Miguel’s hand making sure it didn’t open. Your heart thudded in your chest when she repeated your name, and you tried to clear your throat.

“G-Go away!” You shouted, trying to still sound upset. Miguel’s other hand stayed on your hip, as if he couldn’t take it off of his own free will.

“Please, can we just talk? Let me in.” She begged and you broke into tears finally.

“I said go the hell away!” You screamed, leaning your head into Miguel’s chest and trembling against his large body as he finally let go of your hip and pet your head.

“I love you, I’m gonna go look for Miguel, ok?” She spoke softly and that made your body heat rise once more.

“Miguel? You’re going to look for Miguel? Yeah, go fucking chase your boyfriend, go find him, Gianna!” You shouted, Miguel now holding you back with his one arm, pulling you closer to his body to try and calm you down, but you pushed him away and fully faced the door now. “Go fucking find him and tell him that you forgive him and then fuck him and text me about it after! Go, Gianna!” You hit the door with a fist, angry sobs on your lips as everything was quiet. After a second or two, you heard her footsteps walking away from the door. You panted and hung your head.

“Are you ok?” Miguel’s low voice rubbed your ears in a way that you couldn’t explain. You just shook your head and he released the knob, then cradling you in his arms and holding you tight. “I’ll fix this, I promise.” He whispered, then opened the door and walked out.

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happy74827 · 3 months

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Bring It In

[Sam Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After a rough hunt, Sam seeks your comforting touch.

WC: 1747

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Sammy!! My adorable pookie. God, he was so precious in the early seasons that I just had to write about him.

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Waking up to a shadow in the middle of the night, especially when you were staying in a motel that was miles away from any civilization, was never a good thing. Especially when you could feel it even before opening your eyes, its presence heavy on the air. It made your senses scream and your heart race.

The feeling of being watched and studied was not something a normal person would like to wake up to, and as you lay there in bed with your eyes closed, that feeling struck you right into your core, making your muscles tense. Adding into the fact of the complete awareness of the supernatural world you were a part of, that was just the cherry on top of the cake.

But as you lay there, your brain going at 100 miles an hour, you realize this instance wasn’t one of those life-threatening situations you were so used to. It was an oddly comforting feeling as the flashlight you flew into the darkness was caught in the hands of someone you trusted with your life, the same hands that have touched every inch of your body in a way you could never forget.

He had been hunting all night, you could tell. Although it was dark, and only the soft glow from the motel sign illuminated the room, you knew his clothes were covered in dirt and leaves, and his hair was a mess. He didn't care, though, as he walked closer to you, his eyes becoming clear as he turned the flashlight on.

Sam had a tendency to get into these moods. A mood where he needed something to ground him and remind him that the life he was living was worth fighting for. You had always been that thing for him, his anchor, and as he approached the bed, his mind was racing with everything and nothing all at once.

As he sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hands reached out, touching you softly. It wasn’t sexual; he had no interest in that right now. He was looking for comfort. He just needed you.

You sighed, pulling yourself up from your position on the bed to get a better look at him. His eyes were tired and glistened over with some sort of sadness that he tried to keep hidden from you, but he knew he couldn’t. The tears reflected the moonlight that shined through the blinds and through the flashlight, and although the shadows under his eyes were more prominent than usual, he still looked at you with the most love you could imagine.

You didn't have to ask him why he was here, why he had been gone all night. You knew. He was a creature of habit, and Sam was very good at reading people. He knew when you were at your weakest when you needed him the most, and you did the same for him.

He needed reassurance. He needed to know he was doing the right thing, or else the guilt and shame would eat him alive. So when he saw the soft expression on your face, the gentle smile, and the look in your eyes, he nodded. It was soft, barely noticeable, but you saw it.

“You scared me.” You said, reaching forward to take his hand in yours. The flashlight was still clutched tightly in his other hand, the light shining up at the ceiling.

He sighed, squeezing your hand and looking away. It was silent for a moment before you felt him shift. The mattress moved slightly under his weight as he scooted closer, his eyes meeting yours once more.

Without a word, he reached forward, the hand that had been holding the flashlight coming up to rest on the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, the roughness of his hand feeling nice against your soft skin. He ran his thumb over your cheek before moving to cup the back of your head.

He was slow, almost hesitant, and you gave him a reassuring smile. You loved this man more than anything, and the gentle kisses he placed on your forehead and cheeks were the most tender of moments. You felt your heart swell as he finally kissed your lips, his hand moving from the back of your head to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

He let the flashlight fall to the floor, the loud thud it made against the carpet going unnoticed. You felt his lips tremble slightly, his emotions getting the best of him as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him closer.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away, just slightly, his breath warm against your lips. Now you saw the blood, the bruises, and the cuts covering his face. He didn’t seem to care about them, but you did. It broke your heart, knowing that he had spent all night killing monsters and demons just to keep you safe. To keep everyone safe.

He let out a sigh, a long, hard breath as if he had been holding it in forever. Relief, the kind that came after a good cry or after a bad case of the flu was gone, washed over his face, and you could see the tension leave his shoulders. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.

“I know,” He spoke, his voice cracking slightly. His tone was soft, his lips brushing against your ear. You shivered, rubbing your hands over his back. “I’m sorry, I just.. I needed- I needed to make sure that you were okay. That we were okay. It just... It gets overwhelming, and with what happened to Jess-”

You shushed him, turning to place a kiss on his temple. He sighed again, his breath tickling the side of your neck. His scent surrounded you, a mix of dirt and sweat and a hint of gunpowder. Dean’s presence was there, too, a bit of cologne and beer mixed into the air.

You didn't need to know where Dean was. You were pretty sure he had been on a hunt with Sam, and now he was at a bar, trying to get over his demons. The two brothers were so closely similar and yet so different, but in moments like this, where they were both torn down to their core, you could see the resemblance.

The two of them had a lot of things in common, but their biggest similarity was their stubbornness. They refused to ask for help, and they were afraid to show weakness, especially in front of each other.

Dean was off, drinking his worries away, while Sam came to you. A pattern the two had developed.

You had met the brothers in a motel very similar to the one you were in now. You were there for a simple vacation, a break from all the stresses of your life, but things changed when you were woken up to the sounds of gunshots and glass breaking.

Dean had burst into your room, dragging you out with him. He was a smart guy, and although he had no clue who you were, he knew you were in danger. He had gotten into a fight with a… well, it didn’t matter what it was; all that mattered was that the thing had a taste for human flesh.

You and Sam had bonded instantly, and Dean wasn't too far behind. It was the start of a beautiful friendship despite the poor circumstances. After a year of being around each other, helping each other out with whatever situation came, the three of you became closer than you ever thought possible. A little more with Sam, of course.

So, now, when Sam comes to you late at night, needing you, needing reassurance, you don’t hesitate. You give him all that he needs and more, and when he holds you close, his body trembling and his words shaky, you know it was the right decision.

His grip on you tightened, pulling you into him. You let him, holding him just as close, your hands gently running up and down his back. You could feel the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips, and the heat from his skin radiated through.

After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours. You could tell he was worried about Dean, about you, about the whole situation. He was afraid of what was coming, and although he didn’t know it, his fears were valid.

There was a lot to come, and it wasn’t going to be easy. The two of you had been through a lot, and although you didn't regret it, the thought of something happening to him was enough to drive you crazy.

You were about to say something, but the words never left your mouth. He was kissing you again, the force much stronger than the last, his hands gripping your arms tightly. It was an amazing kiss, filled with all the passion and love he had for you, and as he moved you, pushing you onto the bed, you felt his desperation.

It wasn’t a desperate need for sex, but a desperate need to be close to you. You knew this, and as you tangled your fingers into his hair, kissing him just as desperately, you knew he needed you more than anything. Who cared if you ended up losing more sleep than normal? Who cared if the sun came up and Dean returned to the room, finding the two of you still tangled up together in a mess of sheets? Who cared if the world was coming to an end and this was the last time the two of you would ever see each other?

He needed you, and as he whispered your name, his voice cracking with emotion, you knew he had no plans of letting you go. Not now, not ever. And when Dean did pop up a few hours later with messy hair and his shirt on backward, he would take a single glance and walk right back out the door, knowing he was going to be okay.

The three of you would be okay, and when the time comes and the world starts ending, you would fight till the very end. Because there is nothing worth fighting for more than your family, and you would do anything to protect the people you loved.

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mangowafflesss · 10 months

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hi!! absolutely love ur writing, i was wondering if maybe u could write something with an afab! with simon/ghost, where the reader is depressed or deals with suicidal ideations and ghost saves them? if thats too dark of a topic, that is totally fine!! i just have gone through things like this irl and it would be comforting to read someone be there for them.

Russian Roulette

CONTENT WARNINGS: Attempted Suicide with a gun, Talks of depression, Alcohol.

I’m serious if anything about this bothers you in any way please DO NOT read it. I’m trying to look out for you and if anyone is feeling this way please seek help or talk to someone.

My messages are always open to chat if you don’t have anyone to talk to. I love you all dearly <3

When you had bought the revolver you were thinking clear as day, it was to help you defend yourself of course.

But oh how that changed.

You’d fallen into a pit, not a physical one but a mental pit. It was dark and you couldn’t find a way out, maybe if you waited until morning- no you needed to get out now.

The bottle in your hand was nearly empty just like the chamber of the gun you were holding. It felt heavy in your hand but it was going to be even heavier six feet under ground, with dirt piled upon your coffin.

You needed to do this, it was how you are going to be free from this world. You’re dumb and stupid, you don’t fit in here, you never did. You’re taking up too much space in this world for someone who probably deserves it more.

You’re just useless.

It’s what you’ve been repeating for months on end. You’ve been watching the people you’re close with start to drift, it’s always happened to you since a young age.

‘Ewww who wants to play with the ugly girl’

‘Why would you be friends with her she’s so stupid’

Why would anyone need you? When they have so many other options. But hey that’s what you are, a last option. A last resort of getting their life back together while yours is falling into the deepest pits of despair you’re trying so hard to crawl out of.

But you can’t, it’s how life was supposed to go. You’re used to being dumped onto the streets like a lost puppy whose owners don’t want anymore.

You take another swig of your bottle of choice and press the gun to your head.

*ping*

You side glanced at your phone and scoffed as you read yet another message from Simon. He doesn’t care, just do it.

Pressing the gun to your temple you press the trigger but nothing comes out other and a small click.

They always say that men only receive flowers when they’re dead, but you’ve never received them when you were alive. Other than the random man outside of the grocery store handing them out to people for free on Valentine’s Day last year. You hope he has a good life ahead of him. You shouldn’t be excited but you are deep down wondering what kind of flowers people will lay around your grave - if anyone actually shows up that is.

*Click*

You sigh as you realise you’re still alive but then your heartbeat picks up as you hear a bang come from your door. “Y/N open the door!” Simon's voice on the other side makes your skin crawl, he isn’t supposed to be here.

You ignore him and go back to what you were doing. Maybe it’ll be all over soon.

*Click*

“C’mon love, open the door for me” he sounded desperate and also out of breath. You were crying as you heard him but you soldiered on, it can’t be long now.

*Click*

Simon starts to panic as he doesn’t hear you answer, his heart is in his throat and he ran all the way here after he got your text. You probably didn’t think he would see it so late at night but you must’ve forgotten he’s an insomniac.

He raises his leg into the air and kicks in your door, it flies open and he sees you there sitting on the floor with a bottle in one hand and a gun in the other. You were dressed in your uniform for work, you clearly didn’t go due to the fact it isn’t dirty like it always is.

You looked so different…

The bags under your eyes were darker than ever and your hair looked a mess, so did your skin. Your face was wet with tears and Simons heart stopped. He took a step towards you but you waved the gun at him to not make him come closer but he didn’t care, he would rather be hurt than to see you like this.

“Hey, hey… why don’t you pass me the gun” he said in a low whisper but you just shook your head vigorously and dropped the bottle on the ground, the glass shards flew everywhere but you didn't care.

“No Simon. You're not supposed to be here!” you sob out and he takes slowly paced steps towards where you sat on the floor. You pointed the gun at your head again and Simon could see the pain in your eyes.

“Y/N, please don’t do this” he was on the verge of tears himself and you uncontrollably sobbed as the gun shook in your hand. “I have to Simon, the thoughts- they won’t stop”

“What’re they saying?” He asked which took you by surprise.

“The truth! I’m nothing Simon! Nothing but a waste of space in this world, look at me I’m not someone people want to look at”

“That’s not true. You want to know what I think?” You don’t say anything but you decide to hear him out anyway, it’s not like it’s going to matter anyway.

“You’re loved-” you scoffed at this but he continued anyway “- Price, Soap, Gaz they all love you; your presence lights up the entire room but obviously I can’t speak for them, but from me? You’re amazing, funny and a hella good cook. I know what you’re going through right now, trust me I’ve been there and if you let me I can help you”

“How are you going to help me?”

“I’ll be there for you, always until those stupid voices in your head go away, every step you take I’ll be there alongside you” you didn’t even notice he was kneeling in front of you and he had somehow coaxed the gun out of your hand.

“What if it’s just a waste of time”

“There’s no such thing” he pulls you into his lap and wraps you up in a hug you collapse into. Your sobs and wails echo around the apartments walls as you let all of your frustrations out into Simons chest.

He feels you shake and holds you tighter in hopes you would never disappear from him. He lets out a few tears out of his eyes as he buries his face into your hair, rocking you back and forth in hopes of calming you down.

“I’m here, I’ll never let you go”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty

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The Beast Within

author note: part 6, series list here. I did not think I'd be publishing this. I really thought I was going to abandon this series but I got a spark of inspo, thank god! Finally! So I hope everyone enjoys and also hope no one forgot about this series. Thank you for 400 followers and sorry I haven't been publishing anything. Writers block has been kicking my ass.

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. Mean König. Lots of Angst. World building and character development. Not proof read. Apex König, Omega Reader. Omega/Alpha dynamics.

Sitting in his leather chair, thick thighs stretched out, elbows leaning on the arm of the chair. The soft glow of the laptop, the only light in the dark room, he was focusing on the faces in front of him. Watching on as one of his associates talked about the latest shipment of weapons, about some heat in the east, but König wasn't concerned, not yet anyways.

He tried focusing on their words but his mind kept drifting off to you. Still nude and curled up in your shared bed, your heat had passed so you packed up the soft blanket and furs into the closet. Still nagging him out how you needed your job, loved it even. But the only thing you should be loving is him and your hopefully soon to be off spring.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice his name being called. So far gone, lost in the maze of his mind. Only resurfacing when Simon cleared his throat. Fixing his posture he returned his focus to the screen again.

"Repeat." he said guttural, eyes shift to the shadow in the corner, sometimes he forgets the man is even there. The exact reason he has him around, besides his obvious loyalty and skills. "How do you plan on dealing with the problem." the voice rang through the computer.

Hmm, he thought to himself. It is best if he got ahead of the problem. "I'll have to see for myself." König answered. Looking to the ghost in the shadows, watching his head shake in agreement. The men on screen humming in approval.

A soft knock to the office door followed, König tensing. He quickly excused himself and closed the tab to the meeting. Silently demanding Simon to stay. Keep out of sight, he doesn't want to scare his delicate little flower.

You stood before the locked door, shifting back and forth on your feet. Sleep still heavy in your eyes, you woke cold and alone. After failing trying to find your heat source you got up from the bed finding yourself alone. Wandering the dark and quiet home, even with your minor adjustments this place still felt stiff and off. Similar to a hospital or doctor's office.

You can hear the hushed murmurs from behind the dark solid door. See the light from under disappearing before its being cautiously opened. Revealing your big Alpha looking down at you, his eyes soft.

"What are you doing up love." his voice rumbled out. Filling you up from your ears to your toes, wrapping you in a warm blanket. "I got cold, and you were gone." you told him. Trying to peak around him into the office you were not allowed in. "Why are you up?" you asked. It was a quarter to 2 in the morning. And it being a weekend you thought you'd have more time with König.

You soon learned he was a busy man, finding yourself alone most of the days. Not being allowed to leave the penthouse unless you got permission first which resulted in a lot of shouting matches at the guards on the door. You weren't ashamed to get nasty, teeth and claws bared. Demanding them to let you through or you'll have their balls. But they never heeded or backed down. Only answering to their Alpha, same as your own.

"Go back to bed little one. I'll be their soon." König brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. But you flinched away at his touch, upset at his words. "I don't want to, what are you doing so late. What's more important than me." you demanded from him. Trying to push your way past his strong build but failing.

Sighing in annoyance König guided your bodies out into the hallway and towards the main living area. He usually finds your attitude amusing but not in front of others. It makes him feel weak and on edge. Always having to prove his dominance his whole life.

"Stop it now." he growled, trying to control your now flailing body.

"Why do you always shut me out." you yelled at him. Your own annoyance and frustration shining through.

"Not now." he demanded. Puffing up his chest and lowering his voice. He knew you hated when he did it, usually causing you too heed and whimper. He knew it would only upset you further later but right now wasn't the time for this.

Knowing Simon was just down the hall, listening to what was going on. He never says anything but he can feel it. He knew if he let the leash go he'd have better control over you. He found it easy having someone else train his pups. Simon being the best, but König is also a jealous and heartless man. Not wanting another, specially another Alpha, break down his omega.

Konig knew he's being to soft with you, but if he was harsh and hard as the others. He wouldn't be able to live with himself, knowing you hate him. Knowing that he only views you as a toy and breeding machine.

You drop to your knees in defeat, neck exposed to your Alpha. A silent tear rolling down your cheek. But the anger kept building in your stomach, rotten and putrid.

It could be worse

Said the voice in the back of your mind, and you knew it was true. Your whole situation could be a lot worse. So you accepted defeat for now.

König pulled you up and rushed you towards the bedroom door. But you broke from him before reaching it, slamming the damn thing in his face for the 3rd time.

Leaving you to stew, he'll have to make amends later. Maybe another book, or the pair of shoes you were going on about before.

Returning to his office, noticing Simon took the liberty to get everything set up for the next step. Pushing you to the back of his mind has he needs all the focus he can get. He's preparing for a war, blood, guts and a lot of bullets. Always ready to strike first and ask questions later. The only reason why he survived as long as he has. Now it's not only him he's protecting, but you and the future.

König never came back to bed, once you woke hours later. The sun high in the sky, and the bustle of the city life on the streets below. Your heart sank a little, it felt like you were living on the sidelines of someone else's life. Only existing has an extension of someone, not having say over your life. You were stir crazy, getting cabin fever. You needed anything to do. Sitting out on the patios soaking up the sun wasn't doing it for you anymore. You were itching for more.

You went about your morning routine, something you developed after living with König for some time. Picking out your outfit, something fancy from the closet. Matching shoes and jewelry. You still did it all knowing you won't be stepping out of the home. If your lucky you might see one or two other living souls besides your reflection and König.

It was hard complaining about your situation. Everyone at your office thinking you gone off and married a rich business man. Living the high life, not needing to socialize with the lower working class anymore. And they aren't entirely wrong, just a week ago you convinced you boss to let you do some work from home. After forging König signature on a few documents, you were able to secure minimal work.

Setting up your station in the living room, at the make shift desk facing the big floor to ceiling windows. You set up your laptop gifted from König. Setting a notepad and pen next to you. It wasn't much but it served its purpose.

It was well into the evening when you wrapped up your work. If you were in the office the others would tease you for being slow. Always to the first to start and last to finish. But you prided yourself on your work, being slow and thorough made you the best.

Cleaning up your mess you moved to get ready for the night. Usually by now König would be home, but still no sign of life. At noon your checked to see if the goons were still at their door and they were.

Washing the day away you pulled on your favorite nightgown and slippers. Deciding on a frozen pizza and a can of diet Coke. Cuddling into your heated blanket on the big wrap around couch, watching your favorite shows.

You woke a few hours later, still on thr couch. The house casted in the moonlight, the tv long turned off. You abandoned your spot in search of your Alpha. Upset he didn't wake you or come see you when he got home. The possibility that he is truly mad at you this time.

Not finding him in your shared bedroom you made your way to the office. Not hearing anything from behind the door you knocked anyways. But nothing, you were completely alone.

Where was he?

Is he mad at you?

Why hasn't he come home yet?

Did he leave?

Is he hurt?

All these thoughts came rushing to you, your omega began whining in destress. Opening the front door, and immediately being greeted with one of König's men.

"Back inside miss." he rumbled out. "Where is he?" you asked back. Pushing yourself past the door frame. "Working, now back inside." you were told again. The man began backing you up into the apartment more, closing the door in your face once you were safe and sound inside.

Bastard.

You paced back and forth in the living room. Having called König a total of 16 times in a row. Leaving a voicemail each time, and leaving a text message after each call.

Where are you?

I'm sorry!

Please come home!

Please answer me!

You are scaring me!

What's wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

You couldn't stop your hands from trembling and from the tears spilling. Soaking your expensive blanket. Curling up around yourself as you wept yourself back to sleep. Saying a silent pray for König's safety and for him to call you back.

König watched has the last next message displayed on his screen.

Did I do something wrong?

A piece of him shattered inside, but he buried it down. Not letting it hinder the mission at hand. He needed to teach you a lesson but he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself. But it's what needs to be done.

Shoving the damn phone back into his pocket he focused his attention back to the scene in front of him. Watching the show unfold, it was quiet boring. Never been a fan of the opera, mundane and boring. But he isn't here for the show, no he's here for the man two seats beside him, the private booths giving just enough shelter but still allowing him to keep eyes on the man. Vladimir Makarov, some Russian bastard stirring shit up.

Causing trouble for not only König but a few of the other powerful men he aligns himself with.

Studying the Alpha to see if he needs to be put down or tamed. A smirk forming on König's face thinking about thr fight. The Beast already barking and snarling just under his skin. Ready for just the smallest taste of blood.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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ROBBERS- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Mob Boss Wife! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: bucky and you were your own little version of bonnie and clyde, getting the most excited out of the most violent things. the two of you ruled the world- who cared about anyone else?

Warnings: SMUT. SMUTTY. gun sex/ penetration (yes, yes you read that right), daddy kink, choking, teasing, pet names, heavy praise kink, dry humping, pussy slapping, murder and violence (some gore)

“and he’s got his gun, and he’s got his suit on. she says, babe, you look so cool, you look so cool...” - robbers, the 1975

“Are you kidding me Walker?!” a low voice growled, anger laced in his voice as he smashed his fists on the table, standing up with a start.

A visible flinch was seen from the blonde, worry etched in his features as the brunette neared him, fists clenched, his target of threat chosen. “It’s not my fault sir I-”

“Oh no you don't get to go all boo-hoo on me Walker. This is one hundred percent your fault.” he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping the man's shirt hard enough to rip the top buttons as he glared down at the cowardly man.

Blood stained his white collared shirt, Bucky's hands still stained with his past client. His eyes bore holes in Walker, piercing icy blues turned dark and malicious. “We had a deal. The money was due last week. You swore on it.”

“ I know sir and I told you I'm sorr-”

Bang!

His fist hit the table hard enough to dent it, the metal adorned with a fist, ring marks appearing in the silver.

“ I don't care for your sorrys Walker.”

He threw him to the ground with force, causing him to wheeze as the breath was knocked out of him. You watched from behind the cool metal door, peeping silently through the little glass window as you soaked it all in.

It was cruel, the amount of excitement you got when you saw your husband like this. The fury that was pent up inside him was indescribable, smoke seeming to spout from out his ears as he peered down at the man. His breathing was heavy and shallow, you could see the rise and fall of his chest as his back muscles rippled from under the fabric of his rumpled shirt.

John was spewed across the cool floor, body seeming to be bent at awkward angles as he struggled to grab something unknown to you.

You had seen many men in his position before. They had learned too late, what the rules of the game were. Bucky was the king of the chessboard, and they were scattered pawns.

You- you were his queen of course.

No one had laid a finger on you, since that one night so many summers ago in the shady streets of Brownsville, before Bucky had saved you. Had taken you in, had raised you to be the strong, brave and bright woman you were today- who didnt take shit from anyone. You couldn't live without him- and you weren't ashamed to admit it. He was the only one who could bend and mold you to his bidding, and you wanted nothing more than to happily oblige him.

You watched in slow motion as John moved suddenly. Reaching in his back pocket, you saw the faint glimmer of a metal handle being drawn, the weapon about to be placed between your husband's pretty eyes.

You were faster than the man, if he could even be called that, his crimes and dirty work making him more of a cunt than a man. Faster than the speed of light you banged open the door and pulled out your nine millimeter shooting straight for the head, blood spraying everywhere as his body went limp.

Frantic eyes met yours, and visible relief washed over your husband as he realized it was you, his beautiful wife who had pulled the trigger.

“You gotta stop getting yourself into trouble baby blue eyes.” you cooed, heels clicking on the marble as you stepped over the corpse, bending down to pocket his weapon into your purse that had clattered on the floor.

“ You know me shortcake, I’m a sucker for trouble.” he smirked, pulling you closer to his body, hands brushing over your hips with a gentleness that was long gone from his body a few seconds ago.

Bucky was a mean, mean man- but never with you. No, you were his sweetheart, his shortcake, the queen that ruled Brooklyn alongside him.

His equal.

He spoiled you, truly.

“Is that why you married me?” you questioned sweetly, fingers brushing the fresh splattered blood on his jacket to bring it to your lips, tongue sucking it slowly.

He moaned at the sight, and you felt the very evident bulge that rutted against your stomach as you fussed over him. “ You’re trouble shortcake. But you're my trouble.” he grinned, fingers coming in contact to lace with yours.

You sighed in contempt at the comfort you felt with him, despite that dead corpse that lay meer inches away from your Prada heels, blood beginning to make its way over to pool near your feet.

“ Only yours Daddy.” you smiled sweetly at him, tugging him along with you over Walker's body and towards the door. You were getting needier by the second. His presence alone was enough to send you into overdrive, your body turning to mush at his slight touch.

The door shut being the two of you with a click, worry of the body already gone from your mind as you knew one of James men would take care of it.

“ Y’know you owe me new heels Daddy these will stain- oof!”

You were cut off with a strong grasp on your neck, Bucky slamming you back against the wall with slight force, making you moan. Your purse clattered to the floor, weapons rattling softly as Bucky pinned you, licking his lips with hunger.

His grip tightened slightly, rings digging into your neck as you looked up at him, eyes widening at his grin. “ I’ll buy you new ones after I fuck you in them.” he whispered in the shell of your ear, teeth tugging on it gently.

“Your mouth utters such foul language darling.” you drawled, his kisses and biting replacing where his hand once lay, hands now gripping your thighs to lift you up to his height. A wanton moan escaped your lips as he began to rut against your burning core, marks and bruises tracing down your collar and now reaching the peaks of your breasts as Bucky peered up at you, eyes wild and lust-filled.

His fingers slipped under your dress teasingly, fingers ghosting your thighs as he stroked them closer and closer to the place you needed them most. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you cried, your skin feeling like it was on fire with his touch, your juices puddling in your panties.

“Tsk tsk, none of that baby. Daddy wants to hear you.” he cooed against your skin, biting on it with a harsh tug that made your eyes widen as another moan left your lips.

“James they’ll see us-” you whined, mind turning foggy at the sensations as he pulled your thong to the side and slapped your clit harshly.

“ Let them. Barton probably wants a show. He knows he can't lay a hand on you though or I’d cut it off, that’s what makes it so fun.” he smirked, smacking your pussy again, laughing when you’d buck your hips in response.

“ What if I wanted to do that?” you smiled, emitting a low laugh from him.

“Then I guess I’d watch with a scotch in my hand shortcake.”

You giggled, but were cut off with his touch, your lips parting into an O shape as he stroked his fingers across your sensitive clit and teased your clenching walls as he grazed them along your wetness. They were snatched away as quickly as they came, and you whined impatiently at the sudden loss of contact.

“Shhh… you know I’ll give you what you want baby.” he cooed, hand reaching in his back pocket to reveal a gleaming silver handgun. You gulped audibly, the cool metal gleaming from the overhead lights.

“ Do you trust me?” he asked softly, the tenderness and love in his voice sounding like the sweetest melody you had ever heard.

“ With my life. I didn't get your name tattooed on my thigh for nothing Daddy.” you laughed, meeting his soft baby blues as he smiled gently, kissing you with passion and sweetness you were addicted to.

The kiss was soft, gentle, like doves in the wind. His kisses took you away from any negative objectives in your life, guarding and protecting you with its sweetness- like sugar. James was so adoring, so protective of you it nearly brought tears to your eyes. You were internally thankful for his presence in your life, filling up the endless void that stuck to you like a ghost.

He made you whole. And despite having a loaded weapon in his hand, he treated you like you were a porcelain doll as he neared the revolver towards your soaked cunt.

“I love you shortcake.” he whispered, slowly inching the barrel into your cunt, and you stretched around it deliciously. It chilled you to the bone, balancing out the hotness your body felt with Bucky so near.

You clenched around it tightly, walls sucking in the gun as if it was Bucky's cock. A deep moan left your lips, eyes rolling back to the whites as he allowed you to get used to the feeling in your hole.

“So pretty like this shortcake.” he groaned, beginning to rock the weapon in and out of you slowly. Your wetness dripped down the gun as he slowly pounded it into you, peppering kisses to your cheeks and neck as you cried out at the feeling.

“ Please Daddy!”

“Please what? You gonna cum shortcake? You really needed this didn't you honey?”

You nodded frantically, gripping his shoulders tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. Your body was blazing, so hot hot hot as you grinded down on the gun, needing more.

The adrenaline running through your body left you breathless, and you couldn't tell if you were turned on by the fact someone could turn the corner and see this at any second, or if it was the fact your husband was quite literally fucking you with a loaded weapon.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum-” you shivered, body shaking and trembling at the overload of stimulation you were receiving.

“ Look at me when you cum shortcake. You look so perfect and pretty when you do.” he cooed gently, nipping at your earlobe.

That did it for you. Cumming with a scream of his name, your juices soaked the revolver and sprayed over his hand, making your mind go blank. You couldn't think, couldn't feel as you stood floating on a cloud, one of pure rapture.

Bucky was talking, but you felt as if you were swimming underwater, ears ringing and muffled. He stoked your body with his hands, kissing you all over as you came back to reality, legs shaking and toes curled.

“ You back with me honey?” he smiled, bringing the gun up to his mouth to lick your juices clean off it. You moaned at the sight, making him chuckle as he pocketed the gun.

“ Thank you Daddy.”

“ Anything for you shortcake. Now you wanted new shoes now hmm?”

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 4 months

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Unfinished

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: none - this is fluff

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Today was anything but easy. Everything, absolutely everything, had gone from bad to worse. Arriving back at camp was the only reprieve you had gotten all day. You walked straight through camp, on a mission into the woods. Astarion watched you, everyone could feel the waves of frustration sloughing off you and decided it was wise to leave you be. Everyone except Astarion.

He followed you deep into the night. He found you panting and sweating as you hacked your sword about wildly, slashing and chopping every tree you possibly could. You threw your sword down and launched your helmet at a tree before sinking down to your knees. You slowly took your armor off, Astarion watched you from the shadows of the tree line. You look utterly exhausted. Your skin was dull, the bags under your eyes were heavy and dark, you looked frail despite your strong abilities as a paladin.

You sighed, setting down the last hunk of metal. You rubbed your aching muscles, desperate for relief. Sighing, you watched the stars as they glittered and danced about in the sky. Oh to be a star, beautiful and without limitations. You laid on your side, not wanting to even hold yourself up anymore. You breathed in the dirt and moss beneath you, letting your body go completely limp. You faded quickly, sleep finally conquering your overworked form.

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Your body shivered with the cool night breeze. Astarion draped a blanket over you, sitting next to you with a book and a knife. He didn’t want to leave you alone, but he didn’t want to wake you either. He saw you struggle lately and today seemed to be the worst of it. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, he thought. You were a good leader for the little band of misfits but even leaders need reprieve. He watched you sleep for a bit. He had never seen someone so peaceful, completely vulnerable to the world. He memorized the soft curves of your face, he longed to touch them. Just a touch wouldn’t hurt. He brushed a bit of hair away from your eyes. Wrong move. Your eyes remained closed as you clamped your hand around his wrist while your free hand pointed his own dagger at his throat. Only then did your eyes wearily open.

“Astarion?” you questioned, loosening your grip and pulling the blade back before setting it down.

“Do you make a habit out of almost killing your companions? Or is that just reserved for me?” he said, his usual smirk and sultry tone ever present.

You noticed the blanket over you, “Thank you…” you said and you snuggled in deeper.

He nodded, you watched each other in comfortable silence for a few moments.

“How is it that you have followed me for 200 years and yet your heart still speeds up when I am near?” he whispered, thinking you were asleep.

You sat up immediately, eyes flicking to him. He looked surprised for a moment, neither of you sure who should talk first.

“You’ve known this whole time?” you asked.

He nodded, “I just haven’t figured out why or what you are.”

“I’ll tell you.” you sighed, scooting over to him. “I am… death.”

His eyes widened, “Beg your pardon?”

“Well - kinda… I was death's apprentice… I got fired…” you chuckled at the end, trying to hide your reddening face.

“How do you get fired from being death?” he asked with shock in his voice.

“I refused to kill someone who’s time was up.” you shrugged, shying away from specifics.

“So why follow me for 200 years? I thought you were a ghost… a figment of my imagination. You never looked completely real…” he whispered the last bit.

“I retained my powers as a servant of death. Whenever you saw me, you saw my obscure form. I was basically a shadow.” you explained.

“Why didn’t you help me?!” he shouted, making you jolt.

“I wanted to… believe me, I did.” you whispered.

“Then why didn’t you?! You had every opportunity, all the power in the world - and yet you let me suffer! Why!” he was yelling now, pacing in front of you.

“Because I had no choice!” you shouted, making Astarion stop and look at you.

“When the Gur attacked you… It… it was you I refused to kill. Death may have relinquished me from my apprenticeship but death is a fickle mistress. She kept me from you, I couldn’t get near you unless I was a shadow.” you spoke as calmly as you could but your voice wavered as tears began to fill your waterline.

“How are you here now then?” he glared at you.

You forced your tadpole to connect with Astarion’s, making it wriggle uncomfortably in his skull. “The same reason you can walk in the sun.” you tapped your head a few times.

He sighed, settling down next to you again.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry… truly.” you mumbled, quickly wiping your tears away.

“Why did you refuse to kill me?” he asked.

“I… I just couldn’t. Something about your soul felt… unfinished. You did technically die, but not in the way death wanted. Dying is only valuable if a soul is gained, you kept your soul.”

“And you paid the price for it… were you forced to watch me?” he asked.

You shook your head, “No, I stayed because… I wanted to make sure death didn’t come for you. I wanted to keep you safe. I did a rotten job.”

“Two unlucky peas in a pod. In another life, we could have been friends.” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours, giving you a soft smile.

“And in this life?” you asked quietly, afraid of his answer.

“Truth be told - I always found comfort in your shadow. The ghostly figure who sang to me, prayed over me, whispered to me. Perhaps our luck is looking up now. Perhaps we could be something… more?” he finally turned his head to meet your eyes.

You scanned his face, not sure what you were looking for. You acted on impulse, rushing your lips to his. He pulled you in by your waist, kissing you back.

“The vampire spawn and the apprentice of death - quite the combination, little love.” he spoke as he kissed your neck a few times.

“We both have masters to kill, maybe we are fated to love after all.” you joked.

“200 years together and now you think were fated?” He laughed a bit. He had always been amazed by you, this strange enigma. His small bit of solace in horrendous times. And here he finds you, real, touchable, and best of all - you love him back.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope this is to everyones liking, life is just really stressful (tis the season) so ideas are lacking but I will try to be consistent and at least post one new fic per week. Love all the support and appreciate every bit of it <3 Thank you all for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. XOXOXOXOXO!!!

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Jealousy, Jealousy.

Scaramouche has to process betrayal all over again.

A/N: I decided to combine the two scara jealousy posts into one big post so it can be read all together >:-)! I had to write desperate (pathetic) scara, i truly am sorry. im tots excited to pull for him, i have 150 wishes for him!

WC - 2.3k

TW // hints at noncon,, pyscho scara,, verbal abuse,, crazy scara,, yandere scara

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Scaramouche didn’t notice it at first.

He didn’t predict that one of the guards he personally hand-picked to protect you would end up being soft for you as well. There were clear instructions for none of the four personnel to speak with you, no matter if you spoke to them. Their jobs were clearly stated as to watch you and guard you.

Anything else that you needed was something Scaramouche himself could personally deal with.

How couldn’t he have noticed it before? The lingering stares, the fact that as of late on multiple occasions the guard would return later than the rest. Scaramouche feels his entire body melt into molten lava, he’s fuming inside as he cracks a dent in his wooden desk.

He’ll make you both pay for this affair, the guard will die and you will suffer until you’re begging him to take you back.

The first part had already been dealt with, the guard was long gone in a dark cell the second Scaramouche had even begun to be suspicious. He remembers the fear in the bright eyes of his subordinate, he took pleasure in torturing him until his body could no longer take it.

No matter how much the man denied the allegations of the affair, Scaramouche didn’t believe it.

“Wake up, wench,” Scaramouche is not light with his anger as he swings open the door to your bedroom. The room disgusts him and he remembers how he gave in to your begs for a private space. He was a fool back then, he won’t ever make that mistake again. How many times was that guard in here? How many times had he laid in your bed?

Scaramouche takes pride in how you jolt out of your sleep, flinching against the blankets. Your startled appearance is tinted with the effects of heavy slumber and it takes a few blinks for you to notice the man in the room. The pungent irony smell grabs your attention before Scaramouche’s bloody appearance.

You know for a fact that the blood isn’t his.

“W-What’s wrong?” You try to keep your voice quiet and level, seeing that he is as active as an open minefield. Navigating Scaramouche in such an angered state is the most dangerous thing you have ever done.

“I’m fine.” He replies, eerily calm but the slight twitch in his eye gives his unhinged state away. “You should be asking your little boyfriend what is wrong,” The way he spits out the word boyfriend, lacing the world with venom, makes you flinch.

“My boyfriend?” You parrot back, tilting your head slightly in confusion. The way you feign innocence is enough to push Scaramouche over the edge as he grabs your wrists tightly in his hands.

“Your beloved guard, you filthy whore,” He grins at the thought of the man now being thrown into a prison where he will never see the light of day. His initial plan to kill the other man was stuffed deep into his draw when he thought about how he could make him suffer every single day, death would be too kind.

Your eyes widen in realization, heart dropping at his threat.

“What did you do to Ivano?” You make the mistake to glare up at him, anger now fueling your entire body. “Whatever you think you know, it’s wrong.”

His hand lets go of your wrists, rising high and you’re sure that he is going to slap you until his hands fist in your hair and he presses his face mere inches away from yours.

“I know that you’re a slut, a whore, unloyal to me and this marriage.” The loud boom of his voice only serves to make you angrier and you kick your limbs to try to get him off of you. If you had been in a clearer state of mind then perhaps you would have seen the tears in his lashline or the way his body was shaking with betrayal.

“Are you implying that I have cheated on you? I have done no such thing!” You yell back into his face, hands now roughly pushing at his shoulders.

“Don’t lie to me,"

“You believe that I cheated on you with Ivano?! The one who is married to Tonia, my friend? You’re a fucking fool!”

Scaramouche doesn’t listen to your reasons, he refuses to as he pushes your thighs widely apart and settles in between your legs.

“Your pathetic words mean nothing to me. I will teach you to be loyal, I’ll fuck it into your brain until it is the only thing you know. You will enjoy this.”

Scaramouche’s anger is something you’ve always been able to handle well. At times when he explodes in his expressive manner, you’re there to help ground him. Never before have you been the target of his anger, a mere pinpoint for him to release all of his frustrations on.

He never gets angry with you, not like this.

Even in your frozen state with your fear-clouded mind, you can still feel how his hands tremble with uncertainty. Each time the Harbinger had touched you before in the past, he did it with no regard for your wellbeing. He took and took until he was tired, ripping clothes and holding you down with his sheer strength. This time, your softest of movements cause him to falter in his steps.

“You love me. Say that you love me.” His eerily leveled voice is hinted with desperation, clipping the ends of his words as he stares expectedly at you. Scaramouche waits for your answer while gripping your thighs painfully tight, pushing the muscles apart. “Tell me!” His voice roars throughout the empty room, bouncing off the walls and causing the room to shake. He needs to hear it, has to hear it.

“I know that you love me, unloyal whore.” Scaramouche murmurs this more to himself as his voice drops to a more quiet tone, now to a whisper. “You love me, love me, love me,” His chest rises and falls with each breath, the sound of his erratic breathing is the only noises being produced in the room.

There’s not a single noise outside because all of the guards are down. Each one is beaten and lying on the floor against the wall from where the Harbinger threw them. You’re all alone with him.

The more Scaramouche touches you, the more you start to squirm. You ache and kick your legs as he begins to kiss your neck but your strength is nothing compared to his (even when weakened). He pins your wrists to your sides and continues his ministrations, thin lips creating harsh marks on your skin. His touch is bruising and nothing about this is delicate.

“Dear, please listen,” You try to explain yourself, you swallow your pity and bite your tongue to avoid telling him off but the Harbinger ignores you. It seems that no amount of pet names or your kindness can get through to him just yet. He growls and nips at your skin in an effort to get you to shut up. “you must understand, I was merely helping Ivano-”

“I know exactly what you were doing with him, you were spreading your legs and letting him dirty you up.” Scaramouche pulls away to glare down at you, grimacing at his own words. It’s almost as if your touch has started to burn him with how he winces under each flex of your limbs. “None of that matters now, it will be fine.”

There’s no attempt for you to grasp the situation as it slips between your fingers, there is nothing you can do to try and fix this. He doesn’t let you even as he is falling apart.

You know everything about him is off despite how hard Scaramouche is trying to appear normal. It is seen in the way his lips press together to avoid trembling, and how his eyes nearly shake under the stress of the weight he is feeling. Never did you imagine that you could affect him like this.

You’re causing him to break.

“I know what to do,” Scaramouche’s chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, he’s almost panting as he moves to settle between your legs. The wave of your betrayal drowns him the more he touches you and Scaramouche tries to remind himself that fucking you is nothing new. He struggles to remove your panties and fumbles with the material against his thins fingertips. His eyes dart between your underwear and the sheets, he looks everywhere but your face.

“Nothing happened between me and-” You want to clear this up, you have to clear this miscommunication. Scaramouche has other plans and digs his nails so harshly into your thighs that the crescent shape will be left there for days, bruised and bloody.

“Say his name again and I will bite your tongue off.” He doesn’t look at you when he utters his threat, instead, he keeps his eyes low and his vision hidden behind his lashes. “Stay still and quiet, whore.”

Listening to exactly as he demands would be a lot easier if his voice wasn’t so weak and if his conviction wasn’t so frail.

Scaramouche fists your panties within his hand and tears the material off of your body, letting it snap against your skin to finally get rid of it. The more he forces himself, the harder it becomes for him. At the sight of you splayed out for him, at his mercy, bottom bare and (unwillingly) submissive to his touch, Scaramouche finally begins to tremble all over.

His shoulders shake with his overwhelming nerves and his eyes drop to the sheets, darting all over the place except for you and your body.

“I hate you,” He murmurs weakly. Slowly, he presses his forehead to the sheets on the other side of your thigh, his hands fist tightly as he pounds them against the bed. “I HATE YOU.” The anger from before has come back stronger than ever as he moves in a flash to hover over top of you again. His finger is pressed into your chest, accusing you of your infidelities as he screams in your face. “You’ve ruined me.”

Despite your current dislike for the man, despite all the insults he has thrown in your face and all the harm he has inflicted on you, you have no choice but to hold him together. You don’t want to hate him.

You gently wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug the sixth Harbinger. Scaramouche tries to fight you, he thrashes under your touch but ultimately gives in and falls into your chest.

He doesn’t deserve your kindness, he doesn’t deserve your pity but, you can’t help but give it to him. There is a part of you that wants to ease his hurt, to soothe his ache even if he doesn’t deserve it.

“I took an oath on our wedding day,” You quietly tell him and softly run your fingers along his shaking back. “to be honest and faithful to you for the rest of my days.” Scaramouche’s fingers twitch against your bicep, bluntly digging into your arm as he awaits your next words. “I wouldn’t do this to you, no matter how much you must want me to.”

Scaramouche pushes against you again, this time placing his palms flat against either side of your head before moving to look you in the eyes.

“Why would I want something like that?” He snarls at you, lips curling in anger but you can see the red tinting his eyes and the streaks on his cheeks. “You’re an idiot, a good for nothing partner who can’t stay loyal to me.” You gingerly lift your hand to his face to cup his cheek.

“Why would I cheat on you?” Your calm voice makes his eyes widen and the honesty in your eyes slowly puts his broken heart back together. “Tonia’s birthday was two days ago, my dear. As her friend, I helped pick out a gift.” There is a method to your words and how you purposely avoided the guard’s name so as to not upset your husband any further.

Scaramouche’s face transforms from anger to something of disbelief, it’s as if he’s grimacing with the way his face scrunches together. He dips his head and allows his hair to cover his face entirely.

“Is that all?” He whispers and waits for your reply. Scaramouche presses his lips together to stop himself from trying to poke holes in your excuse because, for once, he wants to believe you. The Harbinger waits and pretends that your answer won’t have a catastrophic effect on the rest of his life.

“It is true.” You quietly murmur back as your thumb starts to stroke his cheekbone. The tenderness of the action causes your husband to freeze above you, eyes widening in shock at how gentle you are being with him. He watches as your face morphs from that of tenderness to a frown. The purse of your lips makes his breath hitch. “Do you really hate me?”

It’s Scaramouche’s turn to frown now. He mulls over his words, eyes staring holes into your sheets as he thinks and thinks.

He hates how weak you make him.

He hates how dependent he is on you.

He hates your stupid smile and your explosive hair and your pathetic laughter.

He hates how much he loves you.

His hands find your hips again and gently squeeze against your sides. Scaramouche is a prideful figure and he’s not sure he could ever confess his love to you verbally after the embarrassing hurt he just suffered (at the fault of his own hand). But, he can show you.

“After this, you’ll never ask such a ridiculous question ever again.”

The two of you will be alright, you’re sure, as alright as you could ever be.

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simpforchuchu · 16 days

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Hi! How are you? May I please request a fic with Kamui where he gets caught sneaking around SWORD territory and badly beaten, the reader finds him and takes him to the Nameless City where she nurses him back to health? The theme is "be good to the crows, the crows will be good to you" because crows do remember faces and will give people who are nice to them random trinkets they find. In H&L, that could be saving her from some thugs or bringing her to live with one of them. No pressure, take your time! Thanks! ❤️

Crows never forget

a/n: Hello, it took too long for me to write sorry:( But it was really an amazing idea, there will be definitely a part2🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, blood, wounds but mostly fluffy

Dark streets had always scared the young girl. Even though she had been wandering the streets for years, she knew that the SWORD area was never safe. She was going to a nearby market to cook dinner for the kids. Even though she couldn't buy much, she wanted them to be able to eat warm meals on a cold winter day.

The weather was quite cold, she had to be quick. The moment she left the Nameless City, she had a bad feeling.

SWORD was pretty chaotic these days. She had to go back before anything happened to her.

She hadn't gone far, and as she walked down the quiet street, she saw someone fall to the ground in the narrow passage behind the containers. Even though she was undecided whether to check it out or not, she gave in to her curiosity and walked there slowly.

A masked boy, dressed in black and obviously around her age, was lying on the ground. Blood was flowing from his head and his face was injured. Even though she couldn't see his face because of his mask, she was sure she didn't know who he was.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

She asked worriedly and shook him gently. When she realized that the boy opened his eyes but could not move, she was not sure what to do.

Should she help him? Her brothers probably wouldn't like this. But she didn't want to leave him here injured.

She looked for a while to see if there was anyone around to help her. Noone was there. But the boy didn't look too heavy.

Kamui was watching the young girl with faint eyes. He should have stood up, he should have walked away from here immediately. But all his bones ached. He couldn't even move his finger. The young girl was calling out to him, but he didn't have the energy to answer.

Y/n crouched down in front of him and called out to Kamui

“Jump on my back, I will carry you.”

Kamui was looking at her in astonishment as if the young girl had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. He never believed that this girl could carry him. But y/n was pretty confident.

“Hey, hurry up. We must leave here as soon as possible.”

Kamui knew he had no choice. Even though it hurt a lot, he sat up slightly and wrapped his arms around the young girl's neck.

He was heavy, the young boy was heavier than he looked. But y/n was determined. She would carry him to a safe place, albeit slowly.

***

Despite all the stares of the people around, Y/n brought the young boy to the Nameless City. Kamui knew that the young girl could be in a difficult situation. He had regained some of his strength. He gently touched y/n's shoulder

“You can put me down, you must be very tired.”

Y/n giggled.

“I'm not very weak. Don't worry, we're almost there."

Kamui was listening to the young girl with fascination. She was both strong and fearless. He was also feeling quite embarrassed.

Not much time had passed, when y/n walked the streets of the Nameless City for a while, her brothers blocked her path.

“Rude Boys” y/n stopped her steps when Kamui whispered in surprise. Of course, they couldn't pass through here without being seen by them.

Kamui slowly landed on the ground, but y/n immediately took his arm. The young boy looked pretty bad for standing.

“Y/n, who is this?”

When Takeshi approached the young girl and asked, Kamui shivered as he looked at the man in front of them. SWORD was much more than their little games.

“I don't know who he is” y/n replied calmly. “I found him injured on the street.”

Kamui looked at the young girl's answer. Yes, it was true, but was now the right time to be so honest?

Takeshi didn't react. He didn't want to shout at the young girl. Everyone loved y/n. He also loved the young girl very much. But he couldn't allow a stranger to enter the city.

“I can't allow this y/n, you have to leave him where you found him.”

“Hey, stop talking about him like he's a puppy.”

The young girl wanted to erase her brothers' seriousness by making a joke, but she wasn’t successful.

“Y/n, Im telling you for the last time-“

"Me too. I want to help him. He's just a boy around my age."

When the young girl raised her voice at Takeshi, P intervened. He was always more understanding.

“Y/n, you know the rules of the city. You don't even know who he is. I'm sorry, but we can't allow this."

Even though P spoke in a soft tone of voice, his authoritarian attitude was clear. Kamui didn't know what to do. He knew that he had really put the young girl in a difficult situation. But he didn't ask her for help.

As the argument between Y/n and the Rude Boys continued, a voice everyone recognized was heard. When Kamui looked at who the deep but sweet voice was coming from, he didn't expect to see the famous leader of the Rude Boys.

Of course he knew him. The famous Smoky. He knew he would do anything to protect his family. So he couldn't help but wonder what he would do to him right now.

“Y/n-chan… is he your friend?”

With Smoky's question, everyone turned to him. Y/n looked at the boy on her arm who couldn't even stand and smiled.

“Will you believe me if I say yes, Smoky-nii?”

Y/n was a sweet girl. She had never done anything to put her family at risk. She cared about everyone as much as Smoky. But Smoky knew she was still a kid. Of course she could make mistakes

“Y/n, I've known you almost since you were born. Of course, I know that when you want to lie, you start mocking.”

Y/n smiled but Smoky wasn't smiling.

“I'm sorry, I can't allow this.”

"Then I'll go with him too."

With the young girl's sentence, there was a deep silence. Smoky knew her well. He knew she could really do it. He didn't like the determined look in her eyes.

When Y/n looked into her brother's eyes, Smoky sighed even though Takeshi and P protested. He nodded and took a few steps closer to Y/n and Kamui

“Okay, but we won't take responsibility for him. Please don't disappoint me, kiddo.”

Y/n smiled and nodded. Even if she was making a mistake, she would figure it out before anyone else. But she still trusted the boy she had met half an hour ago.

***

After Smoky’s permission to the young girl, P did not want her to suffer any more and took Kamui on his back. After walking for a while, they entered the building where y/n was staying. After placing Kamui harshly on the bed, he gave the young boy a threatening look and turned to the young girl.

“One of the boys will also stay here for the night. If there is a problem, don't forget to call us.”

Y/n smiled and nodded at the soft-hearted boy.

“Thank you nii-chan, don't worry.”

P patted the young girl's head and took one last look at the boy who was watching them with weak eyes on the bed and left.

Y/n looked at the young boy after P left and smiled. The mask on his face was still there.

“I won't ask who you are.”

Kamui whispered.

"Thank you"

Y/n could tell from his voice that he was still in pain.

“I'll find something to clean your wounds. Don't go anywhere okay? Although I don't think you can go, but-"

Y/n giggled at what she said and left the room. She knew that there was a first aid kit in one of the old cabinets inside the building. She quickly started looking for it.

After a while, she returned to the room with the kit she found. But she noticed that the boy in the bed had already fallen asleep.

***

When Kamui woke up in the morning, he could feel his whole body aching. He was surprised to realize that the mask on his face was still there. He looked around and looked for the young girl, but the room was empty.

Even though it hurt, he stood up and looked at himself in the broken mirror on the wall. He had bruises and band-aids on his face. Someone had cleaned his wounds. When he pulled down his mask and looked at his face, he realized that the mask had never been removed and smiled.

Didn't she really wonder who he was?

He lay on the bed in the room and thought for a while. Should he go? But he wanted to thank the young girl. Were his friends worried about him? They would probably be very angry.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he did not notice the young girl entering the room. When he noticed the girl looking at him with a tray in her hand, he turned to her.

The young girl looked confused for a while, then smiled. Kamui was trying to understand what she was surprised about. Immediately afterwards, he realized that his mask was not on his face.

“Didn't you really take off my mask yesterday?”

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

“You were injured, I didn't want to take it out without your permission. This is SWORD, everyone has a valid reason to hide their personality.”

Kamui smiled, surprised by how thoughtful the young girl was.

“You must be hungry, I brought warm soup for you.”

Kamui looked at the tray in the girl's hand and slowly sat up in bed. His whole body still ached.

“Kamui, Kamui Ito.”

The young girl sat on the chair next to the bed and handed the tray to the boy. She smiled.

“Y/n, but you probably already know my name.”

Kamui laughed and shook his head. The smell of the soup on the tray made him realize how hungry he was.

“I… thank you. I will never forget what you truly did for me.”

Y/n smiled at the boy who shyly tried to thank her. The scars on his face were obvious, but he had a very sweet face. For a moment she realized that she had been staring at his face for too long and looked away. Kamui had done the same thing.

“I better go now, I don't want to cause you any more problems.”

Y/n laughed.

“If you are still tired, you can rest, but if you want to go, I can walk with you.”

Kamui laughed.

“I may look pretty weak, but I'm not bad at fighting.”

Y/n giggled and shook her head.

“I don't think Suzuran students are weak, I just wanted to say goodbye to you.”

Kamui was embarrassed by the sentence the young girl said sweetly, he even thought his cheeks were turning red. But then he realized what the young girl said.

“You… How do you know that I am from Suzuran?”

Y/n smiled and nodded.

“I hope you don't think you're the only one who knows something.”

Kamui frowned when he realized that the young girl was much more mysterious than she seemed, now he was even more curious about who she was. But he left that for later, he had to enjoy the short moment he could spend with her right now.

He took a spoonful of his soup and relaxed with the warmth entering his body. Y/n smiled as she watched him. He knew that the boy sitting in front of her was a very dangerous person, despite his innocent face. She didn't need to know him completely to know that. But she didn't want to think about that right now, she had to enjoy the little moment she could spend with him.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Reaper- B. Bradshaw

pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x pilot!female "Reaper" word count: 4.6k request?: yes warnings: arguments, cursing, top gun shit, smutty, pregnancy, death. synopsis: There are some fears from the past that Bradley can't quite shake. But is your love enough to change things for the future?

Being called back to Top Gun was never in your deck of cards. You knew that being the best of the best meant that you were always on the Navy’s radar. You were one of the three pilots with a confirmed shot in the past thirty years. You were called ‘Reaper’ for the kill and the fact that you were basically soulless. You didn’t care much about anyone else but yourself. You were a team player in the sky when you had to be, but on land, it was every man for themselves. Except, when it came to Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.

You met Bradley at flight school years prior and had hit it off hot and heavy. Your very first interaction ended with you naked in his bed. That’s how every off base interaction went with the two of you. Drinks, laughs, slight glances, secret touches and hoping to avoid everyone's eyes as you both walked to Bradley’s bronco and drove to his barracks room. It had gone on for weeks now, even prior to being stationed at Top Gun.

You didn’t even think anything of it. You summed up your late menstrual cycle to the stress of flying and the mission at hand. Your cycle had always been a little off, the flying at supersonic speed didn’t help. The last thing to ever cross her mind was that she could be pregnant. She had always been careful, she knew that there was no room for children at this point in her career. She was just getting started, she was in top condition, was the top of her class, didn’t have anything holding her back from being sent around the world to do god knows what. But here she was, standing over the small bathroom sink in her barracks room, covering her mouth with her hand as she sobbed.

This could not be happening. Not a day before she was to board a carrier and be taken to the middle of the ocean to possibly be chosen for one of the most dangerous missions of the century. She knew exactly who’s baby it was too. Someone who also didn’t want children. You and Bradley had talked about it one night, as you were coming down from your highs, you had asked him about kids. You had shared that you wanted kids at some point, but you could wait for a bit on them. But Bradley, he wanted nothing to do with kids.

— — —

“You don’t ever want to know the feeling of holding your own newborn, soft and fresh into the world, against your chest, their big eyes looking at you like you are the only care in the world. You don’t want that feeling?” You had asked him, playing his fingers as you laid on his chest. Bradley sighed, and kissed the top of your head.

“I also don’t want another kid growing up in this world without a father. Or having to stand beside their weeping mother and trying to understand why dad isn’t ever coming back. Or having to grow up and be the man of the house.” Bradley responded.

You gulped, closing your eyes as Bradley’s words hit your heart. You knew he had fears about his career, every time he left the carrier it could very much be his last time. You also shared the same fears as him. You feared never coming back, never seeing your mom or your friends or even Bradley again. . But you never knew this fear of his. This one, was something dark and rooted deep within him. You opened your eyes and looked at his brown ones, seeing tears well up in his eyes.

“Roos-”

“Nah,” He sniffled, “It’s old ghosts and shit. I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now, not with you, in my bed. . . naked.”

“I am,” You said and rolled on top of him. His hands went straight to your hips. You two hadn’t bothered to get dressed after the last time you had sex. There was nothing in between the two of you, and you could feel his cock already getting hard. You leaned down, pressing kisses to his neck, as you ground your hips lazily against his.

“Fuck, keeping doing that and I’ll cum against my stomach like some teenage boy.” Bradley moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back. He crashed his lips to yours, and you lifted your hips slightly, and lined him up with your entrance. You sunk down on him slowly, feeling a slight burn as he stretched you, “Still tight every single time.” Bradley grunted as you took him in completely.

“Oh fuck,” You moaned and started moving up and down in his lap. His hands roamed your body, bringing you closer to him, if that was even possible.

— — —

You had a lot of fears, one of them being the fact you have been flying at supersonic speed and flipping upside down. You had no idea what kind of damage you could’ve been doing to the unborn baby in your uterus. You went directly to the medical wing that morning, getting a quick physical and paperwork for a profile. You were quite shocked when the doctor told you that you were 6 weeks along, but everything looked good, which was a small weight off your shoulders.

The next thing was to board the carrier and talk to Maverick. You knew he would be deciding on who are the other five aviators that go with him on the mission tomorrow. You also knew that Maverick would choose you and Rooster. If there was anyone Maverick trusted more than Iceman and Goose, it was you and Rooster. You had worked with Maverick in Lemoore, and before you, Maverick had worked with your old man while in Iraq. You were a good pilot, and Maverick knew that.

The flight deck was quiet as you stood on it, the scent of salt water filling your senses, as you wrapped your jacket around you. You were half way in the middle of the pacific ocean right now, watching the sunset on the endless ocean. Usually, being on the flight deck alone brought you comfort, it was your quiet place to think, but your mind was running a mile a minute. You were thinking of how you were going to tell Maverick not to pick you and the reason why. You thought about not telling him, about waiting to see if he would choose you, but you knew that you couldn’t even take the risk. It wasn’t just about you anymore.

Standing outside of Maverick’s office door, you took a deep breath. You knocked, and waited for him to call you in.

“Reaper,” Maverick said, looking at you shocked, “What’s up?”

“You can’t choose me.” You said.

“Wh-why?” Maverick said, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking rather upset. Were you backing out? Were you scared? You are the best ot the best, the top fighter pilot in the US Navy, and you are standing in front of him trying to-

“I’m pregnant,” You said, handing him the profile you had gotten from the doctor, “Six weeks.”

Maverick’s jaw dropped, looking you up and down, “You’ve been fly-”

“I got checked out this morning, and the doctor said everything looks okay. Not the first time this has happened in Naval history,” You laughed, looking at your hands, “I. . . I need you not to choose Bradley either.”

“What?”

“I can’t lose him,” You said looking at Maverick with tears in your eyes, “I can’t. I won’t.”

“This isn’t your decision to-”

“You’ve already robbed one child of their father, don’t be the cause of another one.”

You knew that hit low, that it was below the belt. Maverick’s jaw clenched as he looked at you. You looked away from him, not believing what you actually said to him. Maverick knew what you said was out of fear, but he also knew that he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t choose Bradley. Instead, he just nodded and dismissed you, telling you that formation was on the lower deck at seven.

— — —

You stood in formation with the rest of your class, trying to stop your legs from shaking. You knew that Maverick wasn’t going to disobey the profile you had given him. He wasn’t going to put you or your baby in danger. He would’ve much rather you told him earlier and be sitting at home and not on the carrier in the middle of the pacific.

Maverick looked at his class as he stood in front of the formation. It had been a true honor to fly with all of them. To have a chance to share the sky with the best of the best. But now it was time to choose the other five aviators. Five of them, who might never make it home. It was a weight on Maverick’s chest as he spoke to all of them.

“Name your two foxtrot teams,” Cyclone commanded.

“Fanboy and Payback, Bob and Phoenix,” Maverick said. You saw the female look at her WSO and then glance behind her shoulder at you. You gave her a smile that quickly faded when she turned back around.

“And your other team lead?”

Maverick looked at you, almost as if to say ‘I choose you’ and then over at Bradley, “Rooster.”

You felt your stomach drop, and looked at Bradley, whose face was unreadable. Once you were dismissed, you went straight towards Maverick. You followed him down a hallway and once you thought you were out of earshot, you yelled to him.

“Did you not hear what I said?” You yelled.

“I did,” Maverick said, “I chose who I know is going to be the best pilot out there.”

“He’s going to be a father, Maverick!” You cried, feeling tears run down your cheeks, “Why the hell would you do that to him!? To me?! To us!?”

“You don’t get to dictate whether he flies or not!” Maverick yelled, “There is no one else I want to be up in the air with than him!”

“Him or Goose?” You said, smirking, “If this is some redemption move to make yourself feel better about what happened to his ol’ man-”

“At Least I won’t have the guilt of trying to ground him-”

You clenched your jaw, letting Maverick walk by you and down to his quarters. You placed your hands on your head, trying to catch your breath. Leaning up against the metal wall of the hallway, you let out a shaky breath. You knew the words you were saying were out of fear and Maverick did too. You just hoped he could forgive you.

“You tried to ground me?” You lifted your head and saw Rooster standing in the hallway near you.

“Brad-”

“Are you serious? You tried to ground me? For what? So you can go instead? So you can get another confirmation shot and prove that you really are true to your name.”

“It’s not like that-”

“Then what is it like!?” Bradley yelled, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the carrier’s hallway. Your mouth opened a couple times as you tried to gather your thoughts but Bradley shook his head, “Don’t. I’m turning in for the night. I got- yeah. . . “

You nodded and watched as Bradley walked away from you. You didn’t want this to be the cause of losing Bradley forever. You never imagined that this would be the thing that pulled you two apart. You sucked in a breath and pushed off the wall, going down to your quarters. You were sharing with Phoenix. She gave you a sad smile, as you two moved in silence, getting ready for bed.

Over the last three weeks you had gotten used to sleeping next to Bradley. After rolling around in the sheets, feeling his hands roam your body, his lips on yours, his body moving in sync with yours, you would fall asleep next to one another. It was easy to feel safe in his strong, warm embrace. But right now you felt cold as you laid awake, staring at the ceiling. Your hands went to your flat belly, caressing the skin with your thumbs. And on the other side of the boat, Bradley laid wide awake too.

— — —

The flight deck was busy the next morning, crew and aviators walking around doing checks on their planes. There was both excitement and fear in the air. You had only caught a glimpse of Bradley, deciding on keeping your distance so he could have one hundred percent focus on the task at hand. You checked in with your crew, getting pre-flight numbers and documenting them before Cyclone had called everyone to attention. Maverick hadn’t told Cyclone about your pregnancy, which was one of the only ways you were still allowed to suit up and wait in que in case shit hit the fan.

“Y/N,” You heard Bradley call to you as Cyclone dismissed you after giving the rundown once more, You looked at him and gave him a small smile. You two weren’t ever ones for PDA choosing to keep things professional, even before dangerous missions. You looked at him, taking in all his features, committing them all to memory in case this was the last time you ever saw him.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” He said to you and you smiled.

“Show me the way home, honey,” You said back to him, fighting back tears. Bradley nodded as his WO came over and got him ready for flight.

“I never understand you two,” Hangman said, as he climbed up into his jet, “You’re cold as ice and he’s soft as a marshmallow.”

“We offset each other,” You smile to yourself. You sit down in your seat, adjusting your straps and buckles. Your heart was in your ears as you listened to the dagger teams sign on.

“This is dagger two, copy, over,” Bradley’s voice filled your ears and you closed your eyes.

The deck waited with a baited breath as Cyclone gave the sign to start the mission. The second Maverick’s plane flew off the flight deck and you felt sick to your stomach. You closed your eyes, placing a hand on your stomach as you heard Rooster call and then depart the flight deck.

You sat still, listening to everything the control tower and the daggers were saying as they documented their flight. You listened as the four aircrafts made their way through the low valley, going undetected by the SAMS overhead waiting for them. You clenched your jaw as they called that two bandits had entered the airspace. Payback kept calling for Rooster to speed up, knowing that they would be sitting ducks for the bandits when they get to the target.

“Come on, Rooster, come on,” You said quietly to yourself.

“Talk to me, dad,” You heard Rooster whisper over the radio. You bit your lip, your hand finding your stomach once more. Hangman looked over at you, confusion on his face. You looked back up at him, and the look on your face answered his question. His mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape and he looked back out at the flight deck.

“Come on kid, don’t think, just do,” Maverick whispered back.

Bradley had found it in himself, completely clearing his mind and pushing the speed of his aircraft. You smiled, nodding as he caught up to Bob and Phoenix. You listened as he made the curves, keeping your eye on Maverick as well. You held your breath as Bob lined up the shot for Maverick. The second the missile was dropped and the target was hit, the deck seemed to let out a breath, but for only a second as the next missile was the most crucial.

“Line it up, Fanboy,” Rooster called out.

“I can’t! Dead eye, dead eye!” Fanboy responded, struggling to get his laser under control.

“I’m dropping blind,” Rooster said.

“Oh my god, please, please, please,” You prayed as you heard Rooster release his missile. There was a moment of complete silence and then a cheer as Rooster had hit the target, completely destroying the uranium plant, “Oh my god!” Hangman did a small dance in his seat and you laughed at him.

“Not home safe yet,” You could hear Cyclone say over the radio, “They’re in coffin corner.”

You closed your eyes as the radio was overrun with calls and orders from the aviators. You tried to watch and keep track of what was going on, but the second Rooster said he was out of flares, your heart stopped. You kept listening as Rooster called for help to shake two missiles that were on him.

“Dagger one is down! I repeat dagger one is down!” Phoenix called out.

You gasped, as you tried to wrap your head around what you had just heard. Maverick was gone. Just like that, the legend that you had heard about so much from Bradley and have seen work for the past couple weeks was dead. You felt tears well up in your eyes, as you hit the dash in front of you with your fists. You looked up at the sky, and prayed that Maverick had forgiven you for what you said.

“Permission for Dagger standby?” You said through clenched teeth. Hangman snapped his head over to you, shaking his head. It was silent for a moment, as you waited for your answer.

“Permission denied.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall down your face. You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand when you heard Rooster’s voice come in over the radio.

“Fuck it,” Rooster muttered.

“What- Rooster!” Phoenix yelled.

“Rooster?” You whispered to yourself.

You felt like vomiting, your helmet suddenly felt too tight around your head, and your vision got blurry as Rooster had turned his aircraft, going back towards where Maverick was shot down. You listened as Rooster reported what he was doing, going back to find Maverick. He had shot down a helicopter, spotting Maverick, but as he was trying to come back to the carrier, two missiles came directly for him.

“I’ve been hit!” Rooster yelled.

“No!” You cried.

“Dagger two, come in, dagger two!” The radio operator yelled. Nothing was heard but silence.

“I lost him,” You muttered, your eyes glassy with tears, “I just lost him. I-I lost-”

“Hey, Reaper!” Hangman yelled, “Hey, get her down! Now!” He yelled at some lower enlisted sailors.

You somehow got your straps undone, and found your way down the ladder of your aircraft. You threw your helmet somewhere as you stumbled over to the other side of your aircraft and threw up. Sobs racked your body as you heaved up whatever breakfast you had this morning. You looked up and covered your ears as Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, and Payback were landing. You wanted to scream, you wanted to get into one of those F-18s and go find him yourself. But instead, Hangman came and hugged you, holding on to you tightly as though you might blow off the deck.

“He’s gone,” You whispered.

“It’s okay, It’ll be okay,” Hangman said, as you sobbed. You felt your knees give out, and he gripped your harder, helping you stay on your own two feet as Phoenix came running over to you, “Take her in. Get her something to drink.”

Phoenix nodded, as her and Bob wrapped an arm around you making sure you didn't pass out. The three of you made your way into the tower, you stood quietly in the back of the control room watching on the radar as they were waiting for the all clear to send apaches in to survey the area for Rooster and Maverick. You felt Phoenix grab your hand, you looked at her and she gave it a squeeze.

“Sir, Rooster’s signal just came back on,” One of the operators said.

“What?” Cyclone said, looking at the screen, “In what?”

“An F-14,” The operator reported.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Cyclone said.

“Sir, let me go, please,” You said looking at the admiral, “Let me go as Hangman’s backseater, please.”

Cyclone looked at you and nodded. You wasted no time running out of the tower and towards Hangman. He looked at you with wide eyes as you picked up your helmet you had discarded earlier and ran towards his plane.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hangman called out to you.

“I’m your new backseater,” You said, jumping on the wing and climbing into the back. You quickly strapped yourself in and Hangman looked at you like you had grown a third eye, “Are you going to look at me or take the chance to get your second confirmed shot?”

Hangman shook his head, “As long as I get to be godfather.”

“Let’s bring them home safe and you can tell Rooster that yourself,” You said.

Hangman smirked as he strapped his mask to his face, you doing the same. It never got easier taking off from the carrier and it felt even worse not being in front, letting Hangman have full reign of the plane. You said a small prayer, feeling your stomach drop as you hit the sky, being completely airborne. You searched the sky, looking for the F-14 and the bandit.

“On your three, Hangman.” You said and he nodded, turning right as he spotted the old jet. Your heart stopped, seeing Bradley look up at the sky, his face looking helpless. You placed your hand on the canopy, as if you were trying to reach out to him.

“Line the shot, Reap,” Hangman ordered. You nodded, taking your eyes off of Bradley and on the target at hand, the fifth generation flyer. You clenched your jaw, lining up the shot on your radar, “Deploying missile. . . now!”

“Kill those bitches,” You said, as he deployed the missile destroying the fighterjet, “Fuck yeah!”

“That’s number two!” Hangman cheered.

“One and a half,” You smirked, “Fly up next to them.” Hangman nodded, flying up next to them. You snapped your mask to your face and smirked seeing them, “Good afternoon aviators, this is your savior speaking.”

Bradley looked over and smiled seeing you, “Reaper, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing I'm seeing you.”

“I told you I'd show you the way home,” You said.

“Alright, wait until I’m out of sight to make kissy faces at each other,” Hangman said, as you guys got closer to the flight deck.

The landing was smooth as Hangman dropped the jet in and skidded to a stop. You guys quickly dismounted the cockpit, Hangman helping you down. You quickly ran to where the net crew was, getting the stops out to catch Maverick’s plane. You got in where you could, grabbing on the net and helping to pull it straight across the flight deck. Hangman ran over to you, as Maverick flew by the tower, and gently grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the way. You held on to him as the plane came to a screeching halt. You didn’t even wait for the cockpit to open as you ran right over to where Rooster was getting out.

“Oh!” Rooster grunted as you hugged him the second his boots hit the deck. He hugged you back tightly, like this was a dream.

“I’m sorry,” You said lifting your head up, “I’m sorry I ever-”

“No,” Bradley shook his head, putting his hand on your cheek, “Don’t apologize. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I love-”

You cut him off, by placing a kiss on his lips. It was like no one else mattered in that moment. The deck erupted in cheers as the deckhands and crew came out to welcome Rooster and Maverick home. You two separated and smiled at the group around you, but Bradley kept his arm around you. Hangman walked over to you two, you looked between them as Hangman held his hand out to Rooster, Bradley looked at his hand, and quickly brought him in for a hug. You laughed and looked at Phoenix, bringing her in for a hug.

“What is this I hear about a potential god-mother spot?” Phoenix said to you.

“Shhh,” You smiled, “We’ll talk later. Maybe once we get off this fucking aircraft carrier.” Phoenix nodded and kissed your cheek before running off to go hug someone else. You smiled and looked around at the crowd, spotting someone else you need to apologize to, “Maverick!” You pushed your way through the crowd over to the older pilot, “Hey!”

“Reaper,” Maverick said.

“I’m sorry,” You said, “You saved his life-”

“And you saved mine,” Maverick said, “Consider it, even?”

“Even. . . grandpa,” You smirked and Maverick pointed at you with a smile on his face.

That night you finally slept soundly in Bradley’s arms.

— — —

The second most peaceful place for you was the ocean. The peaceful crash of the waves, the call of the seagulls, the softness of the sand. The morning air was quite cold as you sat in the sand, a blanket around your shoulders as you watched the waves crash against the sand. You and Bradley had spent last night together, getting reunited with one another, even though you weren’t apart for long. Bradley had taken his time, loving on you, feeling every inch of your body, loving every curve, every freckle, every scar. He wanted to commit your body to memory, over and over again. He was terrified he was going to die and never be able to tell you how he felt. So last night he made sure you knew just how much he loved you and you, him.

You tried pushing it to the back of your mind, but you knew that you had to tell him before anything else happened. It would absolutely break you to lose him, but you also knew how he felt about children. Yesterday, those minutes where you thought you had lost him were the worst moments of your life. You couldn’t think what it would’ve been like to come home to your child, a little boy or girl who would look so much like Bradley and have to explain what happened. But you also knew, you didn’t want to come home to a house without him.

“Snuck out on me,” Bradley said, walking up to you. You looked up at him as he came and sat next to you, “How are you feeling? Phoenix told me what happened after I-”

“I don’t want to talk about yesterday,” You said, looking down at your feet, buried in the sand, “I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead in the middle of some European mountain range and I would never find you. And your. . . your child would have to grow up not knowing who you are.”

“My-” Bradley looked down at you, “You’re pregnant?”

“I’m sorry,” You said looking at him, “I’m so sorry. I know how you-”

You were cut off by Bradley hugging you tightly. You sighed into him, your body shaking with tears. You felt Bradley nuzzle into your neck, and your hand went to the back of his head, holding him there as he too cried. He pulled back from the hug and looked down at your tummy. He let out a shaky breath as he tried to steady his shaking hands and placed it on your belly.

“There’s. . . There’s a baby in there?” He said through his tears, “I’m gonna be a dad.”

“You’re gonna be a dad.”

Bradley looked up at you, his brown eyes filled with love, “I love you. And I’m never going to leave you alone. Either of you.” Bradley spoke to your belly.

“I love you too. We both love you.”

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yourlovermori · 2 years

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— Throat-Fucking + Katsuki

contains: 18+ content mdni. smut, mean!bakugo, throat fucking, manhandling, a teeny bit of praise, slight degradation, established relationship, slight dacryphilla, oral (m!receving), cum swallowing

authors note: thank you sm for 1,000 notes on my last work, and for that i present you this, enjoy!!! (also it’s important that your partner checks on you after any sexual activity/aftercare is important!!)

your fingers trace his pecs — brushing over his nipples, his abs flex under your touch and his breath hitches. you move to press kisses among the plane of his abdomen your fingers trailing not too far below.

Katsuki’s had a rough day, low level thugs causing fuckin problems n’ shit, putting people in danger leaving his ass to clean up the mess —so much so that he finds it hard to even drag himself through the door — discarding his boots and peeling off his ash ridden hero suit with dread, feeling like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. but you — being his sweet little girlfriend, you offered to take away all of his stresses leading you here, sinking to your knees gazing upon him in his glory.

he cradles your face letting out a shaky breath waiting with anticipation. you press gentle kisses along his adonis belt, licking along his v-line holding onto thighs that tense with every swipe of your tongue and graze of your lips.

his manhood stands tall — tan and thick, a prominent vein sits on the left and his tip is an angry shade of red. globs of pre cum dribble down his shaft — he’s needy cock jumping for attention but your hand cups his balls instead. his jaw clenches, hissing at the feeling

“woulda stop teasing”

agitation seeping through his body, he’s tired of the games and craves the relief you’ve promised

“be patient ki” you coo

your hand delicately wraps around his cock pumping it slowly and giving a kiss to his cockhead — licking the pre that leaks from his slit, before you wrap your lips around him taking him whole. a groan falls from hand finding purchase on your head.

but it’s not long till you’re pulling off his cock with a pop. his eyes flutter open long blonde lashes revealing vermilion orbs, he grunts looking down at you eyes hung low and hungry with lust.

he grumbles something under his breath eyes turning dark gripping your hair

“here let me help ya’ since yer having some trouble”

he pushes your face flush against his pelvis — nose buried in his pubes forcing you to inhale his scent. the shock of the sudden force makes you choke and gag around him ripping a gurutal groan from his chest.

your eyes gloss over and when you look up at him he loses all resolve. he pulls you back to tip of his cock shoving you back against him harshly.

tears are welling up in your eyes and your nose burns, he’s heavy on your tongue — bullying your throat bubbles of drool spill out the corners of your mouth pooling down your lips. he hits the back of your throat making you gag on his length and he chokes back a moan as he continuously repeats the action.

his grip becomes harsher — thrusting in your throat animalistically, face fucking you like a slut.

“god yer—f-fuck takin’ me so well” he pants, breaths labored and ragged “taking it like a champ”

your tears spill and fuck you look ruined, spit dribbles out the corner of your mouth onto his balls that harshly slap against your chin. the vulgar sounds of shloshes of spit and the assault on your throat sends a pang of pleasure down to your cunt. you move to play with your clit but can’t help the moans and whimpers that vibrate around his dick, bucking into your slick covered fingers like a bitch in heat begging for release.

the sensation makes his dick throb and his hips stutter.

“dick getting shoved down your throat gets you off? fuckin’ disgusting”

he jeers, voice husky dark laced with desire

you’re too gone to even comprehend what he saying but the sound of his voice echoing your apartment walls makes your pussy spasm n’ drool. the clenching of your throat every time he hits the back of your throat has him grunting—moaning his cock throbbing violently. you move to message his balls that twitch and tighten in your hold, he’s close.

but when you press that goey spot inside your warmth everything comes shattering down on you, your eyebrows pull together, eyes fluttering close going limp in his hold being blinded by the white that takes over you.

his pace quickens, brutally shoving his dick inside the searing heat of your throat. the sight ‘s lewd he uses you like nothing but a fuck toy. words slurring and breath quickening

“s-shit oh fuck f-fuck me” he moans

coming with a silent sob. hot ropes of cum shoot at the back of your throat — his cock twitching and balls tightening as he rides out his high — almost curling in on himself pleasure overtaking him. his pace slows and with a grunt he’s pulling you off his cock, spit and his cum drip down your sultry lips as you swallow his load with tears dried on the apples of your cheek.

his eyes scan over your face subconsciously checking to see if he hurt you. concern fleeting in his eyes.

“m’ okay” you breathe knowing how much of a worry wort he can be, but it’s sweet to know that he cares.

“you look fucked up” he breathes through an airy chuckle pulling you in for a passionate kiss one that leaves you moaning into him aware that he’s tasting himself on your tongue.

you pull back, hands resting on his broad chest

“we should do that more often” you suggest panting softly into his mouth, he hums in acknowledgment before pulling you into another.

he thinks so too.

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goosewriting · 2 years

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One last chance (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: after sending Casey through the portal back in time, Leo ends up accidentally falling through it as well. he comes face to face with y/n, who had died in his time.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader (established)

warnings: fluff, angst, comfort. mention of character death and the krangpocalypse. based on the start of the movie but doesn’t follow the plot 100%

word count: 3.5k

A/N: inspired by this post by @jasontoddisbest. as i went back to get the link i realised i actually read the post wrong lmao i might do one for that if i feel inspired and people like this one,, for now enjoy this one. (it‘s my first time writing a fic and english is not my first language. please be kind ;;v;; constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

Navigation: Part 1 (you‘re here) | Part 2 | Part 3 (wip)

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„And do me a favour” Leo said to Casey, grabbing him tightly by the shoulder. “After you’re done saving the world, grab a slice!“ he shouted as he flung the unsuspecting boy through the portal Mikey had made moments before. As Casey's body passed the gateway, he disappeared in yellow zaps and flames.

Seeing the last of his brothers be consumed into nothingness in front of Leo's eyes started weighing in on him after Casey was no longer in view. He tried to convince himself that Mikey‘s sacrifice wouldn‘t be in vain. Jumping to the side to evade a Krang laser, he chanted ‘find the key, stop the Krang‘ in his mind over and over, hoping it would get through time and space to his protegee and give him the necessary strength.

Several Krang minions attacked at the same time, jumping onto Leo. With the handle of his sword he started smacking them away. A heavy knot set at the base of his stomach as Leo realised there was nothing more he could do for Casey or the world now, for he was the last one. His brothers, smack! his father, thwack! his friends, kick! his love. All gone.

With a side jump and a roll Leo evaded yet another laser; this time it had been too close though as the light had burnt a slight gash into his arm. He hissed through his teeth and was about to direct some profanities towards the last Krang monster still fighting him, when all of a sudden it turned on his heels, scurrying away. The ninja was about to use that as his chance to flee, when his eyes followed the path the little pest was heading towards. His blood ran cold at the sight of the portal still open and zapping. The alien was about to go back in time as well!

“Oh no, you don’t!” Leo yelled as he charged at the gooey creature with his sword, slicing it in half, causing it to give a high-pitched screech. With the last remnants of its life force, the alien decided to avenge its own death by biting Leo in the ankle. He managed to lift his leg just in time, evading the sharp teeth, but the unforeseen action made him lose his balance, and he stumbled backwards, accidentally falling through the portal.

His shell was met with hard concrete, and the New York night lights blinded him for a second, even though it was a welcome change from the constant red, fire and misery he had seen and lived in the last decade.

“Oh no, no no no-“ he cursed at himself for being so careless, quickly standing to his feet and picking up his sword. The sounds of cars, the city bustling and music somewhere far off filled his ears. It was so very tempting to turn around and take in a breath of the city, to let his eyes go over the masses of people and the skyscrapers still standing. Luckily the portal had opened in a dark alleyway away from curious eyes, not that the average New Yorker would stand and stare anyways. They had always seemed untroubled by most very not normal circumstances. This thought put a little smile on his face, which quickly turned into a frown. He wasn’t meant to be here. He didn’t know how long the portal would stay open either, so he had to get to the other side and stop anything else from coming through. With newfound resolution he was just about to leap through the gateway, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

— — —

Since you hadn’t heard from the turtle brothers all day, you decided to go pay them a visit. None of them had seen your messages, not even your boyfriend Leo. But Donnie not seeing them was even stranger, since he basically carried all his tech around with him at all times, even more so his phone. April had gone radio silent too. The last thing you knew is that she was on some sort of self-proclaimed mission to unveil the mystery of the chemistry department at the university. Since your texts weren’t even going through to her, you supposed she had run out of battery, like many other times.

You looked up at the sound of echoing footsteps and the panting of someone with what seemed to be a mask and a hockey stick, running into the streets and getting lost in the vast ocean of people. He had hurriedly come out of an alleyway a couple metres ahead of you. Stuffing your phone back in your pocket you decided it would be best to cross the street and not get involved in whatever is going on in that alleyway. Meanwhile you made a mental note to get April a powerbank sometime soon, as you didnt’ like it when everyone ignored you all at once. Especially today when you’ve been having this weird queasy feeling all day that you couldn't shake off.

The night breeze suddenly blew some leaves and papers over you, making you grip your hoodie tighter around your neck. You turned away from the street slightly, smoothing out the fabric over your shoulders. You were just about to continue making your way to the turtle’s lair again when you heard a zapping sound next to you. In the alleyway shone a bright yellow light, suspended in the air, and on the ground underneath lied some sort of creature. It rose to its legs and picked up a- wait, is that Leo’s sword? Taking a better look, the creature did look turtle-esque. Just much taller than the ones you knew. This piqued your interest and you silently approached from behind. Being closer and with the yellow light illuminating his frame, you concluded that that was indeed Leo’s sword, albeit much more tattered, and you also noticed the familiar yellow stripes on his uncovered arm. Just as familiar as the blue mask wrapped around his head.

For a moment you considered you had actually fainted or inhaled some gas leak somewhere since you were clearly hallucinating. But there was just something pulling you to him, he seemed so real, so familiar, there was something about him that just made him unmistakably-

“Leo?” you questioned more towards yourself than the figure in front of you. You saw the creature slightly jump at your voice, his shoulders tensing up. He slowly turned around, and as his body fully faced yours, you concluded that this giant turtle in front of you was indeed Leo but much… Taller? Rougher? Older? He’s still looking fine though. You mentally smacked yourself for that last one. This was no moment for thoughts like that. This was clearly a Leo from a different dimension or something. You were however unsure what to do or say. What if in his world, you two are enemies? What if he has no recollection of who you are? What if… you had never existed in his life at all?

That train of thought came and left within a fraction of a second, disappearing just as quickly as it formed, after having his eyes meet yours and seeing how the rugged features softened into that smitten yet somehow cocky look Leo had when looking at you, which you had grown to love.

He let go of his sword, letting it fall to the ground with a clang that echoed through the narrow alley you stood in. Taking a couple steps he came to stand in front of you, towering over you even more than usual, but you didn’t cower away or step back, in fact you met him halfway. Without a word, he simply fell to his knees and hugged you so tight yet so full of care not to hurt you, and with such emotion, that you felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You hugged him back to the best of your abilities. Even on his knees his face was almost level with yours.

“What happened?” you started questioning him in a soft voice. “Where did you come from? You know me, don’t you?” He didn’t exactly look in a mental or emotional state to answer your questions but your curiosity was starting to win over.

Just as you were formulating your next question, he let go and leaned back a bit to look you in the face, bringing up his massive hands to cup your cheeks. He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, stroking up your temple and settling his hand at the nape of your neck, pushing you forward slightly to rest his forehead against yours. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

“I can’t tell you much, and I don’t know how much time I have.” His other hand snaked down and around your waist to press you against his chest, stressing the urgency he spoke with. His voice was soft, he spoke quickly but not in a hurried way to stumble over his own words. More in a there's so much I want to say and I don't know where to begin kinda way.

“Where I’m from, I lost you." is what he decided to go with. The turtle in front of you trembled ever so slightly, and you could tell there were a million things going through his brain right now. You silently waited for him to continue, but he didn't. He looked at you in a way that you could only describe as resignedly heartbroken. It tore you apart from within and you barely held back a sob. You wanted to comfort him somehow, tell him that you’re right there with him, but you didn’t know how. Your hands came up to hold his face, but he was already standing up, leaving your palms on his plastron, which was rougher than expected.

The light behind Leo zapped and flickered lightly; he took it as his cue to go. He turned back to you, slightly bending down to kiss your forehead. Without removing his lips from his kiss, he whispered into your skin. “I love you y/n. Always have. Always will. Take care of the guys for me, will ya?”

And with that he harshly turned, leaving you standing confused and inexplicably sad. Leo picked up his sword in a swift motion and turned to you one last time.

“Oh and say thank you to Mikey, for the goodbye gift!” the turtle exclaimed, winked at you, and disappeared into the light. It flickered and zapped a couple of times, then disappeared with a ‘whoosh!’, leaving you alone in the dark alleyway.

— — —

Your brain could not comprehend what just happened. Your legs seemed to move on their own, as they hurriedly carried you to the sewers. You were in full automatic mode, while in your head you kept replaying the scene again and again. Was he really from a different dimension? Does the multiverse exist? If you died in his world… could your Leo be fated to die in yours?

Your thoughts kept spiralling into a very negative, very dangerous zone. The more you tried to understand the occurrence before, the more your vision started tunneling towards one goal only: find Leo and make sure he’s safe.

“I can explain!” sounded a voice you didn’t know through the halls of the turtle’s lair. That made you snap out of your very dark thoughts back into reality, which is when you noticed you had already arrived at your destination. Only now did you realise how out of breath you were; you must have come running full speed. Clutching your hoodie over your crazy beating heart, you made your way into the living room where everyone seemed to be gathered around a guy tied to a chair, which was hanging from the ceiling.

Raph was the first to notice you and was about to greet you but you pushed past him without a word, bee-lining towards Leo. You basically tackled him into a hug, making him go “oomph!” from the impact, and he hugged you back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. But you refused to look up and buried your face between his shoulder and his neck, sniffling. Oh great, you thought, now I’m gonna cause a scene here in front of everyone and that guy- who is that anyways?

“I was just- and you were-“ you said between muffled sobs. “and I was so scared something had happened!”

Finally you looked up and your ache was transformed into rage as you turned around abruptly, looking at the other turtles.

“Why did none of you respond to my texts?!” you said angrily at no one in particular, tears running down your cheeks. “I was so worried, and then I had the weirdest meeting ever with-“.

“y/n?” A voice interrupted your rambling. You looked up to glare at the boy tied to the chair. You felt like you had seen him before somewhere. Then you noticed the mask and the hockey stick, and that’s when you realised it was the guy from the alleyway.

“What is he doing here?” You asked somewhat derogatorily, pointing at the hanging prisoner, as Donnie cut the rope and pulled the chair back up with one of his robotic arms.

“And more importantly: why do you know their name?” Leo questioned the boy, throwing one arm over your shoulders to squeeze you reassuringly.

“Because you told me stories about them!” Casey said, directed at Leo, and took a deep breath. He proceeded to explain how he came from the future, which made everyone break out in laughter, except for you. As his explanation of an apocalyptic future invaded by aliens went on, your earlier meeting made more and more sense.

You were about to ask more about your relationship with future Leo when Splinter started retelling the legend of the Krang. Casey said they had to retrieve a key, but as it turns out, they had been on a mission today where they already failed to take that key and the Foot ended up snatching it. At least that would explain why no one had answered your texts all day.

The turtle brothers started making a plan on how to get back the key from the Krang, exiting the room. Except that they left Casey tied to the chair. He asked if anyone would untie him into the room, and you approached him.

“Master y/n” Casey spoke with a smile. “It really is you! All of you! I still can’t believe it worked. Master Michelangelo…” he trailed off at that last part, his smile replaced with a sad grimace. He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts out of his head, and redirected his attention to you. All the while, you had been untying the ropes on his chair. Loosening the last knot, you got back to your feet and planted yourself in front of Casey, whose name you still didn’t know, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So who are you again?” you asked in a demanding tone. “How exactly did you get here? And why did you come alone?”

At the last question, he looked pained again and his gaze shifted to the side. As he stood up you noticed he was taller than you so he looked down at you and set his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m Casey, but there’s no time.” he urged. “We have to go get the key. I’ll answer your questions on the way.” Casey moved to follow the group but you grabbed him by his cape and yanked him back. Your fist clenched the fabric so hard your knuckles were going white.

“No.” you said without meeting his gaze. Instead you were looking down at your hands. “You’re going to tell me why I met an older Leo in the same alley you came from, and why he looked so heartbroken and why he said he lost me. I’m right here! What did he mean? Am I gonna-“

“Y/n, stop. Please.” Casey spoke softly and took your hands in his, to signal you should let go of his cape. You didn’t. He sighed, looked back to check that no one else was within listening range, and turned back to you. He lowered his head a bit and spoke almost with a whisper.

“All I know is I’m here and we have a second chance. That’s all that matters. What happens to me, to you, to any of us, none of it matters if the Krang come here and devastate everything. What difference will it be to you if I tell you what happened? Will you treat Master Leonardo differently? I don’t think he’d want that.”

He did have a point. What would you win knowing what happens in the future, to you or any of the turtles for that matter? You would live every moment in fear and anxiety, and you already had enough of the latter to last several timelines.

You tilted your head thinking it over, and decided that he was right. “Fine.” you finally said looking up at him. You wanted to add something else to that, you weren’t even sure what exactly, but Leo appeared from around the corner and saw you basically holding hands with Casey.

“What’s taking you so long, Padawan o’ mine?” he asked Casey and nonchalantly pushed his hands away from yours, taking them in his instead. “Let’s go! We know where the Foot is. Let’s go get that key. Again” Leo mumbled that last part.

As Casey made his way to the group, the turtle faced you fully.

“So what was that earlier? Is everything okay?” he asked cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “You looked pretty shaken.”

You noticed how his hand wasn’t quite as big as the one from older Leo, and thinking that maybe you wouldn’t be there to see him grow, both physically and as a person, made you tremble and there were the tears again. You placed your hands on his plastron and bit your bottom lip, not being able to meet his eyes. Should you tell him? Casey said maybe it’s better if he didn’t know at all. He would definitely go into over-protective mode and never let you leave his side if you told him there was a chance you might get hurt, or worse. You didn’t even know what happened or when or where.

“Hey” Leo placed his hand under your chin and slightly pushed your face to meet his gaze. He was starting to get worried. With a slight nod he urged you to talk. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You decided that it would be best he never hears of this encounter. You’d just spend every waking minute making sure he knows how much he means to you.

Without a word you grabbed onto his face and kissed him hard, trying to convey all of your feelings. He reciprocated, placing his arms around your waist. You broke the kiss to pepper his face with little kisses instead. On his cheeks, his nose, his neck, anywhere you could reach. This made him chuckle and he lightly swayed you from side to side.

“You know I love you right?” you asked him.

“I do, and I love you too. Very much-“

“No, no. I mean it. I love you.” Again tears were forming at the corner of your eyes. Your voice became but a whisper against his neck. “Please promise me you’ll stay by my side forever.”

“Y/n where is this coming from?” You only hugged him harder to get an answer. He hugged back just as tightly. “Of course I will. I promise. I love you so much y/n. You’re never getting rid of me.”

The last comment made you smile through your tears. You pulled back to kiss him one last time and ran your hand through your hair, sniffling. With the back of your sleeve you dried your face and Leo’s as well, as you realised you had stained his cheeks in your tears. As you brushed over his cheek, he looked at you with the same love-struck face you had seen on older Leo not long before, just not as… sad. Things will be different, you told yourself. They’ll be better. I’ll be better. I’ll make sure of it.

“Alright then” you said with newfound motivation. You took Leo’s hand in yours, him already wearing his signature smirk. You pulled him to where the group was already waiting for you two. “Let’s get this bread”.

— — —

Bonus:

A couple of days after defeating the Krang, Mikey found a home-made cake on the counter when entering the kitchen. Tucked underneath the plate was a note, which read “Thank you. -Leo”, but he clearly recognised your handwriting. The orange-clad turtle chuckled at that.

“Mystic hands!” he exclaimed, wriggling his fingers in the air, trying to telepathically get a fork out of the drawer.

You observed this while standing around the corner of the kitchen, hiding behind the door frame, only to see Mikey actually manage to rattle the cutlery drawer for a moment, the sound of clanging metal filling the room. Mikey gasped loudly and looked at his hands in awe.

“Thank you”, you whispered, on behalf of a turtle who, against all odds, got to see you one last time.

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