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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND OMAR

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Tough Love

Pairings: Omar Assarian x F!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, violence, stalking, angst, almost death of a character, fluff.

Summary: You’ve been dating Omar for almost a year and things were going great despite his cocksure attitude. Your relationship is tested when you ex boyfriend makes an appearance. What you thought was a chance meeting turns out to be something much darker.

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Omar so thank you @colorlesswhispersunknown for requesting this fic and pushing me to do it. Also thank you @dornish-queen because not joking without your pedro videos I wouldn’t be able to write half my fics. 😘

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You would never get used to the smell, blood and sweat mixed together making you slightly nauseous, but you endured it for him. You loved him, not that he knows that. You would tell him eventually but Omar wasn’t into the whole soft romantic mushy stuff. Especially not in front of the boys.

Omar had a fight, a warm up so to speak and you came along for support. That and you wanted to tease the hell out of him. He abstained from sex a full two weeks before a fight, longer if his opponent was in the big leagues and it killed you. Being able to watch him train, showing off those ripped muscles and not be allowed to touch, he’ll on earth. Now you would get your own back.

Making your way into the gym you sway your hips as you go, the red dress clinging to your curves just right.

“Bro look, three o clock. Now that is some fine ass right there. You think I’d have a shot?”

Omar isn’t paying much attention trying to get into the zone.

“I bet that mouth of hers could be put to good use, no what I’m saying?”

“Would your three shut up!”

“Oh come on bro no way you wouldn’t tap that shit.”

“I wouldn’t I have my girl now.”

“Huh pussy. Not like she would know.”

“Yeah but I would, I…”

Omar finally spots who the guys are talking about and he sees red.

“Eh that’s my girl so you better keep them eyes on the ground or I’ll knock your lights out, ya here me?”

“Sorry man we didn’t know. You haven’t exactly introduced us, how were we to know.”

He steps out of the ring and walks towards you, his fists clenching and unclenching as he moves. His cock twitching in his pants begging to be inside you.

“Baby, what are you doin dressed liked that?”

Your lips quirk into a devilish smile, “what? You don’t like it?”

He pulls you close, grinding his hips against you and you can feel just how much he likes it.

“Baby girl you know I love that dress on you, I prefer it off you but.” You laugh before pulling him in for a searing kiss.

“Uh your gonna be death of me baby.”

“You love it.”

He kisses you again quickly before heading back to prep for the fight.

Omar was surrounded by adoring fans as the flash of cameras went off. You were so proud of him and would still have been had he lost. Standing at the back so he can have his moment your startled by a the feel of a hand wrapping around your waist. You turn quickly, ready to punch the fucker in the face when you let out a gasp, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Omar.

“Jason? Oh…..my god, what are you doing here?”

“Hey sunshine, you look…..gorgeous.”

“Oh….thank you I guess.” You feel a little awkward with him saying that, him being your ex and all. The relationship fell apart and you ended things two years ago.

“You into boxing now? Didn’t think this was your scene.”

“Yeah my boyfriend had his fight tonight.” Your anxiety quiets as you feel his presence behind you, his arm wrapping around you pulling you close.

“Hey baby, sorry about all that you ready to go?”

“Hi you must be the boyfriend, I’m Jason.”

Omar takes his offered hand and shakes it, squeezing it slightly.

“That’s me.”

There’s an awkward silence that you break by saying your goodbyes to Jason.

“It was nice seeing you, but we have to go. Bye”

“Yeah see ya around.”

Omar leans in as you both leave, his hand squeezing your ass just to prove a point to Jason.

“What was all that about?”

“He’s an ex, things didn’t end too well and it was me who broke it off.”

“Well your with me now baby girl and I need you so let’s head in back to mine.”

Water cascaded down your skin, over your peaked nipples as his hand gripped your hips tight. Omar pounded into you, two weeks of sexual frustration finally getting released. You gripped onto his back, legs wrapped around him, your body tingling the the aftermath of your last orgasm. Boxing was really helping with his stamina you thought as he hit that perfect spot. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and pinched it with his teeth, the pain of it sending you spiralling into your fourth orgasm. You cry out his name, your tight cunt clenching around him. He buries his head into your neck as he comes hard, spilling his seed all over your stomach.

“Fuck baby I needed that. So damn hard to not touch you for two weeks but fuck if it isn’t worth it when the sex is that hot.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“God your fucking perfect baby.”

A week later your walking around the grocery store when you feel someone watching you. Turning around you don’t see anyone or anything out of the ordinary so you continue on. This continues like this for the next two weeks and your beginning to get freaked out. Your now getting flowers at work, which you know aren’t from Omar, not that he means too but he isn’t romantic. Then it’s letters, saying how your beautiful and that you’ll be mine one of these days. You’ve tried so hard to keep all this from Omar, he has to focus on his training and if he found out about this he would make it his mission to find them and kill them.

All that comes crashing down though when you start receiving calls at home. No one says anything when you pick up, it’s just heavy breathing or music in the background but you know it’s from them, whoever is following you. It gets too much one night when they ring nonstop, so you make your way over to Omar’s apartment in a state.

“Baby girl what a nice..”

You are shaking so he pulls you into him. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I…..they…..I’m…..scared Omar.”

“Hey slow down baby I’ve got you ok, you’re safe now.”

“Someone’s been following me, sending me flowers, creepy notes and now they know where I live and they’ve been ringing me nonstop.”

“Hey it’s ok. You know I won’t let anything happen to you right?”

You can’t speak so you just nod your head and hold him tighter. Omar is mumbling something and he pulls you back a little so you can look him in the eyes.

“I wanted to do this under different circumstances but I want you to move in with me.”

“What?!” Your completely stunned, the man hadn’t even said he loved you yet.

“Are you sure this is what you want though? Your not just asking me because I have a stalker?”

“No! I was really gonna ask next week in our one year anniversary but hell now is as good a time as any right?”

“Yes I’ll move in with you.” He pulls you into him again and you let the words slip from your mouth, “I love you.” He doesn’t say anything but you feel him stiffen beside you.

“The boys are heading out tonight we can meet up with them if you like? Maybe take your mind off it, at least for the night anyway.”

“Yeah I’d like that.”

The club is full tonight and the music is loud, it’s vibrations running right through you. After a round of shots Omar brings you into the dance floor and you both loose yourself to the music. Your grinding up on him, his hands rubbing all over you. Turning around in his arms you kiss him passionately, one of the boys coming up beside you whispering, “think you should get a room boss!” You both laugh as you continue to kiss. Pulling away you make your way to the bar trying to gain the barman’s attention when a hand touches your lower back. Thinking it’s Omar you lean into his touch until to turn to face him and it’s not Omar, it’s Jason.

His eyes rake over your form, his hand still firmly placed on your lower back and you can feel it getting lower.

“Your looking…..fine.” Your frantically looking around for Omar hoping you can make eye contact, but you can’t see him anywhere.

“Did you like the flowers I sent you?” Realisation dawns on you and you can feel his grip on you tighten. Your anxiety is through the roof now and you need to get away from him.

“They…..they were from you?”

“Hmm Hmm and the letter. I know your sorry for dumping me and it’s ok, I forgive you, I no I shouldn’t but I’ll make an exception for you sunshine.”

“Leg go of me! I’m with Omar now and I’m happy I don’t want…”

“Oh that idiot, he’s not good enough for you sunshine, no matter he won’t be a problem.”

Your frozen in fear and you can feel him lead you through the crowd towards the exit. You know you should pull away, scream for help, something but you just can’t.

“I told you you’d be mine soon.”

Omar is with the boys and notices you been gone a little too long.

“Who’s that with Y/N?”

“Bit too friendly with her if you ask me.”

Omar sees exactly what there talking about, he also notices the way you seem afraid. He stalks towards you, anger boiling beneath the service. Jason has you almost out the door when he reaches and grabs a hold of you, pulling you into him. He quietly asks if your ok and nod shake your head, tears beginning to fall from your eyes. This pushes him over the edge as he walks right up to Jason and gets right in his face.

“What the fuck do you think your doing it it’s my girl?”

“Ha your girl, Y/N is mine , always has been. Why don’t you just back off man.”

Omar laughs turning towards you before he swings his arm and punches Jason right in the face. Suddenly the boys come out of nowhere and you all end up outside in an alleyway. Omar continues to beat Jason up, when you finally come to your senses you move towards him begging him to stop. He doesn’t at first not until his eyes meet yours and he moves off Jason. You pull him into you and you can’t help the sobs that escape.

After Jason is taken to hospital you take Omar home and clean him up.

“I’m sorry I got a little carried away back there…”

“Thank you.”

He looks at you a little confused that your thanking him for loosing his cool.

“Jason was the one stalking me. You saved me baby.”

“That son of a bitch! If I’d known that I would have killed him. That asshole scared the women I love I’d put him…”

“What did you say?”

He goes stiff again just realising what exactly he said before his shoulders relax. He pulls you close and kisses you softly.

“I said the women I love.”

“You love me?”

“Course I do baby, have for a while.”

“I love you too.”

“As long as I’m around, I won’t let anyone hurt you, this I promise.”

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Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

This was requested by @jokersqueenofchaos, and while this starts off super angsty it will end on a happy note I promise. This was inspired partially by the song Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Les Miserable, so feel free to listen along while you read this if you want but it’s not required. Either way I hope everyone enjoys it! Gif and characters are not mine.

Summary: Omar helps comfort the reader after they have a nightmare, which leads to some teasing from the other basterds

Warnings: mentions of death and blood during the nightmare sequence (this will be in italics, and you can skip this part if need be and the story will make sense still), suggestive remarks, if I miss something let me know

The landscape was nothing but grey ash as Y/N trudged through what was left of the town they were staying in. An unexpected attack had been launched by the Nazis, but Y/N was in the town over gathering supplies for them and the other Basterds.

Y/N shoved the oak door of the makeshift hideout, and it fell off the hinges with a loud thud, sending more ash into the air. Y/N sputtered as they waved their hand to clear the air. The roof of the hideout had caved in from the blasts, and the morning sun created a hazy glow in the room.

The table that Y/N and the other Basterds had sat at the night before was the only thing left unbroken in the room. The rest of it was in shambles. Y/N ran around frantically trying to find their comrades.

“Guys, is anyone here?! Please answer me!” No reply came, and Y/N ran further into the medium sized building. When they reached the back room where all of the Basterds slept, including Y/N, they almost passed out at the sight.

Every single one of her friends lie dead in front of them. Aldo had been hung from the ceiling, Hugo had his throat slashed in the same fashion he had done to many Nazis before, Donny had the splinters from his bat shoved into his eyes. All of them were gone. Y/N let the contents of their stomach spill onto the floor.

The one that Y/N was most worried about was Omar. He was sweet and yet just as tough as any of the other Basterds. If he was alive the two of them could get revenge against the people who did this. As the first set of tears fell from Y/N’s eyes, they gently climbed past the corpses of their fallen friends. Then they found the one they didn’t want to see.

Omar was sprawled out on the floor, his eyes still open. Blood dripped from the wound at the top of his forehead, where the scalp was no longer in place. Y/N let out a piercing scream as they fell to the floor clutching Omar to their chest.

Omar could hear the screams through the thin walls, and the other Basterds began to stir in their sleep too. “It’s Y/N. Something is wrong,” Omar said as he sprang up from his sleeping bag. The others started to move, but Omar told them to wait.

Omar sprinted into the other room where Y/N was still screaming in their sleep. Omar pulled back the blankets and shook Y/N’s shoulders gently. “Y/N! Please wake up!”

The shouting brought Y/N from their nightmare, but they moved away from Omar to the opposite side of the bed. The tears still fell from their face, and Omar’s heart shattered at the sight. “It should have been me,” Y/N sobbed at the top of their lungs. “You all deserved to live! If I had been there I could have saved you and everyone else!”

Omar wasn’t sure how to approach Y/N, but he went with his gut and placed both hands on their cheeks. “Y/N, look at me. I’m safe, and the other’s are safe too. I’m not going to make you talk about the nightmare, but I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

Y/N lunged forward and wrapped their arms around Omar’s neck, a few more sobs causing their body to shake. Omar placed his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled them as close as he possible could to his warm body. Omar’s scent started to calm Y/N in an instant. They noted that he smelled like vanilla and gunpowder. Y/N snuggled closer to Omar, and once Omar realized what was happening, he couldn’t help but blush.

“Thank you, Omar. I’m sorry for waking you up,” Y/N mumbled into Omar’s neck.

Omar gently shook his head as his right hand reassuringly squeezed Y/N’s side. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You deserve some comfort.”

The new nickname made Y/N giggle, and they placed a quick but sweet peck on Omar’s cheek. The room felt like a sauna after that to Omar as Y/N drifted off to sleep in Omar’s arms, leaving him a blushing but happy mess. The other Basterds finally started to creep into the room, and they all shared glances once they saw Omar and Y/N.

“Well, looks like you have the magic touch, Omar,” Aldo grinned as he leaned against the door frame.

“Ain’t they cute,” Donny commented. “Imagine the cute kids they’ll have!”

Hugo, who had been very protective of Y/N from the start, sent a somewhat threatening glare towards Omar. “I may be your comrade, but you treat them wrong and I’ll kill you myself.”

Omar swallowed as he nodded his head to show he understood. “I would never hurt Y/N, and I promise to keep her safe.”

Hugo could tell Omar was telling the truth, so he too nodded his head before leaving. The others went to leave as well, but Donny went back just as the other’s were out of ear shot. “Hey, you two had better not make to much noise late at night. I enjoy my beauty sleep ya know.” Donny sent a wink at Omar, who turned the color of an apple as he shifted slightly. Donny laughed as he walked away, leaving Y/N and Omar alone again.

Omar leaned down and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, and their hand clenched slightly on Omar’s shirt. Omar chuckled at them, and he began fo rub small circles on their back. “Sleep well, lovely. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again.” Soon Omar too drifted off to sleep, and both of the Nazi hunters stayed cuddled next to each other until the morning sun could be seen.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Tough Love