gill is literally me when I think I'm being super chill around my crush while acting like an absolute lovesick dumbass and making it so fucking obvious for literally anyone with eyes to see like shubman PLS 😭😭😭
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gill is literally me when I think I'm being super chill around my crush while acting like an absolute lovesick dumbass and making it so fucking obvious for literally anyone with eyes to see like shubman PLS 😭😭😭
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢
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warning 18+ : mature themes, language, blood, gore, tension, crime, power dynamic, banter, sexual tension.
A/N: THIS IS NOT ME GLORYFYING THE ACTUAL CRIMINAL REHMAN BALOCH THAT WAS HEAVILY BEHIND THE 26/11 ATTACKS. THIS IS AN APPRECIATION FOR AKSHAYE KHANNA PLAYING THIS CHARACTER IN THE MOVIE. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU FIND THIS MORALLY WRONG.
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Ooh, girl, I wanna know Are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good Ooh, girl, I wanna try I'm an awful guy and I'm always away And I'm tryin' to say I'm a piece of shit Believe in this, I'm tellin' you
𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 : 𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 & 𝘊𝘭𝘺𝘥𝘦" 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦? 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Lyari, Karachi. A place riddled with criminals, dacoits, filthy men who killed, stole, drugged, fucked. Once a chunk of it was under the rule of the pathans, led by Babu Dakait and Arshad Pappu; Until ofcourse, a certain young boy was brutally shot dead at his friend's wedding, a certain young boy who's very father was "The Bastard King of Lyari"
Rehman Baloch, aka Rehman Dakait. Rehman's very "rational" response to the death of his son was to end the life of his father/nemesis, Babu. "Bacche ko nahi maarna chahiye tha, Babu" (shouldn't have killed the kid, Babu) There stood Rehman, baby blue kurta smattered with blood and brains after crushing Babu's skull with a weighted stone, announcing the beginning of his utter and complete reign over Lyari.
Amongst the crowd who stood witness to this moment right in the middle of the marketplace, were You. A woman like you did not belong in a place like this. The blood, the gore, the crimes, the illegal occupations that ran like rivers, existed like swamps through the streets of this city were never supposed to bloom a beautiful lotus like you, but isn't that how it goes? Lotuses often bloom in the marshiest of lands, and there you were;
Doe eyes wide open, flushed rouge cheeks, medical textbooks in your hands now clutched tight to your chest, petal like lips which now were apart, stuttering in shock to what you had just witnessed. As if fate had brought you this cursed moment, your eyes flickered around, meeting his for barely three seconds which honestly was enough to send electric sparks down your spine. This effect went both ways, something about you nicked something in him. He let his eyes scan you head to toe before a quiet "huh" went off in his mind, as his eyes met yours before he sauntered off back into his jeep.
Medicine was your vice, you were pure, clean, steralised as the local government hospitals that you worked for in the city. You lived your life in this godforsaken city by muting the brutal reality, convincing yourself of a good life that came by being a doctor and bettering people's lives.
One day, You were working your rounds at the Lyari General & Teaching Hospital, when all of a sudden a black jeep pulled up outside. Goons, Big men dressed in pathanis and kurtas calling out, yelling for nurses and doctors to come with them. It scared you, but fate seemed to favour you less these past few days, because one of the men, tall and fat, spotted you in your damn pristine white coat, with your littman stethescope hung around your neck which honestly felt more like a noose at this point. They ushered you and one other nurse into their jeep, driving you off, to place you'd wished you had never stepped a foot in.
The tires came to a screetching halt at the entrance of a 2 storeyed house, you stepped out only to be ushered right inside the doors, coming face to face with a man laid out on the couch, bleeding from his abdomen. You recognised the man, Uzair Baloch, Rehman's cousin. This was danger, you were in the very house everything that terrified you, that you hated about this city.
But with a person bleeding out, wounded, you worked your ass off to heal, mend, sew stitches and work with whatever limited resources that the nurse had brought along, just so you could save Rehman's brother from bleeding out. You went into a sort of trance, ordered his men around to help, making them bring you IV fluids for Uzair, stabilising him on a more comfortable bed; All of which was observed by a pair of eyes that you couldn't forget if you tried.
Hours later after the whole ordeal settled, you sat there, monitoring Uzair's health after your work on him, when he entered the room. The wooden door clunks behind him as he closes it, jolting you a bit as you whipped your head around, now facing him. "Aapne aaj jo kuch bhi, humare bhai ke liye kiya-" (Whatever you have done today for my brother-) he takes a few steps closer towards you, clearly towering over you "Uske liye hum, aapke shukrguzaar hai." (I am extremely thankful to you). You would have responded immediately if you could, if your damned mind wasn't focused on entirely something else.
See, as much as Rehman scared you, there was a significant part of you, that unfortunately found him devilishly handsome. Those deep set eyes that held more than words could ever convey. The jet black locks with a strand delicately falling over his forehead, the sullen look, the black pathani he wore, the constantly lit cigarette that seldom left his lips, maybe just his personality in general. Something about a man that powerful, ignited a fire within you, and embers from the fire flickered right down to your core when he spoke to you, now, for the first time. You shuffled in your stance, intimidated, his eyes bore into you as he waited for your reply.
"Uski koi zarurat nahi, mai sirf mera kaam kar rahi thi, bhale hi aapke aadamiyon ne mujhe mere marzee ke khilaaf yaha ghaseetakar laya ho." (no need for that, i was just doing my work, even though your men dragged me here against my will.) You said the last part with much snark that wasn't needed, bravery that was stupidity which you really shouldn't have shown, you mentally facepalmed, cursing yourself for speaking out before you thought properly.
Luckily for you, Rehman only let out a breathy chuckle. His life didn't involve women, he thought they were nothing but mere distractions for his goal of taking over Lyari, his circle wasn't meant for women, he killed his own mother for crying out loud, but yet today, here you were, a lotus in mud, a stark contrast, and he found you alluring. Noticing you in the crowd the other day, watching you work effortlessly today, saving his brother's life, did something to his heart, he could not deny the fact that you truly were a sight to behold.
He took a few steps further, coming way too close for comfort for you, grabbing a hold of your hand- your breath hitched, he pulled it up to his lips before he spoke, "Gustaakhi ke liye-" kiss "maafi" (i apologize for the rudeness)
Gasp. What. Huh. He kissed your knuckles. Rehman Dakait, the cold blooded devil reincarnate, simply kissed your knuckles like a gentleman. Rouge ran across your cheeks, your body felt hot all of a sudden, hyper aware of the proximity and his actions, you would be lying if this did not send a rush right down between your thighs. You slipped your hand out of his grasp, glancing from his eyes to his lips and right back up, you just couldn't help yourself.
He noticed, he fucking noticed, the corner of his mouth slightly upturning. "Uhh- hmm, shukriya" (thanks) you replied, barely able to form words. "Aapne aapka naam nahi bataya?" (You didn't tell me your name?) he asked, voice low and almost husky. You tell him your name, he just slightly tilts his head, and narrows his eyes. "Jachta hai aap par, khubsoorat naam, khubsoorat chehra" (Suits you, beautiful name, beautiful face)
What in the actual fuck was happening, did you not just watch this man brutally murder his own dad about a week ago? how was he doing this complete 180 shift. Every cell in your body, every fibre of your muscle, was screaming out at you that THIS, was utterly confusing and plain wrong. Whatever it was, it was making you lose your mind, you were supposed to despise this, despise all that he was, but all your poor mind could muster up was how he was slowly but surely, against your will, taking over you.
Two weeks later, the same black jeep that took you to his house, now stood outside your home, The same men who dragged you to his house, now introduced to you as Hamza and Donga, stood there, Donga had a bouquet of fresh, deep red roses in his hand, Hamza politely asked you to step in the jeep, they were here to take you to check up on Uzair's recovery. You hesitantly stepped outside the safety of your abode and made your way to them, you were anxious inside, unsure if what you were doing was right, accepting the bouquet of roses, stepping inside a dangerous known dacoit’s jeep;
You took one sniff of the flowers, the smell was so enchanting that it masked any doubts and uncertainty about the step that you were about to take. You arrived at the house, heading straight to where Uzair was kept; you were supposed to be doing a routine check up on him, making sure he was recovering well like the good little doctor that you were.
You stepped outside the room and just as you were turning around the corner, you felt a presence pressed up against your back, a big hand barely touching the side of your hip, a deep rough voice almost purring at your ear-
"Mujhe ummeed hai ke iss baar, mere aadamiyon ne aapke saath badtameezee nahi ki hogi." (I hope my men weren't rude with you this time around) Fuck. Chills ran the length down your spine, and your heartbeat quickened. You were fucked. You tried to gather yourself, your fists tightening up a bit as you responded. "Iss baar unka bartaav kaafi behetar tha, par woh gulaab...kyu?" (Their behaviour was much better this time, those roses...why?) He chuckled- "Aisa samjhiye aapki pichle baar ki takleefo ke liye. Rehman Dakait ke ghar aap jitni haseen ladki aaye-" (Think of it as if it's for your last visit's troubles. A girl as beautiful as you visits Rehman Dakait's house)
His large hand slowly squeezing, gripping the side of your hip, as if he was testing the waters. "Par badle mein sirf aisa bura waqi'a aur munh mein kadwa zaaika leke nikle — ye baat mujhe manzoor nahi" (but instead has a bad time and leaves with a sour taste, does not sit right with me.) This bastard had infiltrated your mind, and sure as shit was not planning to leave any time soon. Your skin felt like it was on fire, his touch setting you ablaze, your throat suddenly ran dry, the room felt like it was closing in on you, goosebumps ran down your arms as you momentarily closed your eyes and gulped.
'This is so fucking wrong! this is so fucking wrong! this is so fucking wrong!' kept blaring in your head like a siren, your heart was beating faster and faster as your chest rose and fell; he knew the effect he had on you, he could see it in the way you reacted, your body failing to listen to your inner voice giving away whatever truly lied in your heart, you were falling, falling like the last leaves of autumn, and he planned on fully taking advantage of that. That insolent, dangerous, hot motherfucker only stood pressed further into you, eyebrows raised and a little smirk starting to form on his lips. But you weren't some weakling yourself, you wanted to, nay you HAD to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Your deviant little mind came up with something of its own, something so bold you wouldn't dare dream of doing if you weren't under his effect like this. You knew this was wrong, fuck you really knew this was going to leave you entirely ruined, but with his tall stature pressed up to your back, you felt a slight poke against your taut ass, and that? was your final straw. Your body began moving; acting before your mind could even decide if this, if ANY of this was okay.
You slowly turned around, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, your chests rising and falling, barely brushing against each other as you spoke- "Ghar se nahi, aapse baat karke nikli thi, Aur woh mulaqaat-" (Not with the house, I had an experience with you and had left, and that experience-) You bit your lip, and slowly brought your knee up, barely laying a feathery nudge right to his core "itni bhi buri nahi thi.” (Wasn't that bad) You brushed your knee against his hardness bulging through the silk fabric, his breath caught in his throat and his hand on your hip tightened, it was an unexpected, bold move from you. His eyes studied your face, noticed the way you were practically chewing on your lower lip at this point, and he found himself wishing he was the one doing it for you; the mere thought of that sent his cock in a frenzy, he slightly shivered as he felt it twitch, begging to be freed from its clothed prison.
Instead of pushing your leg away, he moved himself closer to you, body practically fused to yours at this point, centimeteres away from you, he let his bulge press further on your raised knee; letting you know exactly the effect you were causing. Your breath hitched at the feeling. The grip he had on your hip tightened, thick fingers practically digging at your side, He brought his thumb up, letting your bottom lip loose from your teeth, gently grazing it, his voice heavy as he spoke "Sambhalkar- aapko andaaza bhi hai aap kya kar rahi hein?" (Careful- Do you even know what you are doing?) He wanted it to sound like a warning, it honestly was, but it came out like a taunt instead, like he was challenging you, trying to pushing your boundaries to get what he wanted from you.
"Sach kahu toh...mujhe nahi pata, ye kyu, kaise-" (To be honest...I don't know, why, how-) Your hands betrayed your mind, painfully slow and moving with uncertainty as they raked over from his chest, and come up to rest on the collar of his pathani, his eyes following their movement. His free hand that wasn't on your hip grabs a hold of your right wrist, bringing your hand to his lips again, kissing the back of it with tenderness you hadn't felt before. A breathy broken sound left your mouth as you felt his kisses, he didn't stop at just one kiss; He made sure every finger tip was marked. You knew you were far gone by this point, slick coating the inner lining of your panties, eyes glossy, mind foggy.
His hand dropped yours, moving too fast for you to even react as it cupped your jaw, pulling you closer in. Tilting his head in the nape of your neck, his lips found your sweetest spots, peppering kisses on you. You couldn't stop the whimpers, breathy little sounds that left you, neediness dripping from your voice. "Rokna chahti ho- toh ab hi roklo" (If you want to stop me, then do it now)
He mumbled between the kisses. You helplessly, furiously nodded no, brows furrowed, hands tightly clutching, gripping on his pathani for dear life. You were too shy to muster up any words, too embarassed to feel this fucked, this turned on for a man such as himself, so you let your body talk.
Your hand found the nape of his neck, fingers entangling in the same locks that bewitched your heart when you first set your eyes on him; You pulled him away from your jaw, bringing him face-to-face with you, eyes that flickered down to his lips and right back up, noses nudging, breaths mixed, lips merely millimeteres apart, you let your eyelids close as your heart took a leap of faith, finally closing the gap between, crashing your lips against his, for a kiss.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHH this is crazyyyyy!!!! the first time i ever wrote a fanfic was on wattpad as a baby army back in 2018 HAHAHA, I hope you liked all that I wrote, I didn't make it fully nsfw as i was unsure if i wanted my first ever tumblr fanfic to be completely smut, hopefully kept it just the right amount. Let me know if you like this, or if I should write a part 2 or keep it just as this sole fanfic, or even if you have any suggestions. Thankyou for your time!
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Dont be shy :
pairing : rehman dakait X reader
summary : reader is a very shy girl and rehman has to do something about it 😉
A/N : pls enjoy guys n give lots of love pls cz i love attention n pls point out any mistakes!! 🤍
disclaimer: this story is based on the characters in the movie Dhurandhar, written and directed by Aditya Dhar. this isn't related to the actions of their real-life counterparts.
Do we fuck with jealous best friend Art? Because if yes, someone needs to convince me to finish my draft. I present, sneak peak:
You didn’t even remember what you were talking about at that point. Throwing curses and glares while Art walked beside you angrily. Of course he wouldn’t let you walk to the dormitories on your own in the dark. How had it gotten this far? Wasn’t this about your sore shoulder, why were you talking about your sex life?
At this point you were ignoring him, angrily searching for your keys in your bag with slightly blurry vision.
“Let me,” Art’s voice was soft as he tried pushing your shaky hands away, to search for your key.
“Fuck off,” you snapped, glaring at him and pushing his hands away.
“Fine.” The word was strained as it escaped him and you looked up angrily. He was suddenly crowding you again, eyes dark but not with anger. You never realized what an imbalance of power hovered between you two but with him leaning over you like that there was no way not to notice.
“If you’re so desperate to blow off steam, fuck me instead.”
Need this
"hold me. please," his voice quivered a bit.
father jud's eyes that were squeezed shut in ecstacy were now open. and they'd never looked so vulnerable. sad, shameful eyes, almost on the verge of tears. there was nothing but his rosary between the two of you, flopping on his taut abdomen with every thrust, catching him in the act. witnessing sin.
a small of course left your lips and you instinctively pulled him into a hug, your bodies still attached to one another. he hugged you tighter, impossibly tighter, as if he was trying to erase any distance between the two of you. his large arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close. he seemed to unwittingly slip deeper inside of you, and you felt the pleasure caught in your chest.
he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, hiding away. the few seconds of silence seemed to stretch indefinitely creating a cold stillness in the air you were hesitant to interrupt. but you had to.
"is everything okay?" you whispered. if he wasn't so close, he'd barely be able to hear you. you heard him sniffle.
"i- i don't know. i thought i was better than this. i really did."
you swallowed. you didn't want it to come to this. or maybe you did. part of you knew this would never end well. he wouldnt leave the priesthood, not that you'd want him to. you'd never become a catholic. even if you did, exceeding in devotion and singing the psalms all through chimney rock, it wouldnt end well. he wasnt that kind of person. he'd never make this mistake again. you knew, if the day ever came, you'd have to make the most of it.
but why were you guilty then? you had no obligation. no oath. no vow.
"we can stop. you know that right? just tell me and we can just –"
"i don't want to," he interupted. "the worst part is, i don't want to. and even now..."
you run your nails down his back, softly. he squirms inside of you.
"...you feel so fucking good." with this shameful confession, he buries his face back into the nape of your neck. there's nothing you can do but sigh. you want to hold him, till the end of time, till he doesn't have to feel this way.
"fuck, i'm so sorry."
"you're just a person, jud. a vessel of the lord's message, sure, but still a person. c'mon, look at me," you say, and he does. his face, as beautiful as the first day you saw it, now stained with a single tear. you can feel him trying to apologize, you can see the guilt circling his eyes.
"and so am i. i'm not some sinful temptation sent by the devil," you say, cupping his face in your hands, "you wouldn't fall for that."
"i don't want to make you feel like that, ever. it's not you. it's me, i came here. i came here hoping, praying even, to land up where i am."
you wipe away the tears from his face, kissing him on his cheeks.
"praying worked out for you then," you say. he smiles. for the first time in what feels like forever, he smiles that same abashed smile, his gaze downcast and innocent. it makes your heart flutter a bit. he licks his lips before softly planting them on yours. its almost chaste, slow at first but all the more erotic. his hand presses against your back and you feel the cold metal of the cross on your stomach.
"i guess i should probably make the most of it then."
me remembering i have a name and body and people know me:
when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics
“You deserve something you don’t have to question. You deserve someone who is sure of you.”
— r.h. Sin
beware — adrian chase / reader
adrian chase / fem!reader. 18+. softcore smut, dubcon, stalking (?) idk he's a freak. tw: the lion does not concern herself with proofreading
𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | adrian chase
( gif credits to @djo )
— summary: adrian meets his other self from another dimension, and you finally have the opportunity to make your wildest dream come true. — pairing: adrian chase x female!reader x alt!adrian chase — word count: 4.8k — warnings: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, threesome, oral (male receiving), eiffel tower (!!!), pussy pronouns, praise and degradation kink, body worship, voyeurism, they all match each other's freak tbh, both adrians are losers and sluts for the reader.
writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
“Adrian, baby, I think this is wrong,” you say to Adrian as you walk behind him, holding his hand, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours, keeping you close to him.
You look everywhere frantically, still not convinced that this world is much better than your real one. This one feels... off. There was something weird going on. You still didn't know what exactly, but you were damn certain of it.
He turns back to look at you, speaking softly, “Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. Plus, I know my other self wouldn't do anything to you either.”
“How do you know that exactly?” you ask him in a whisper, your eyebrows furrowed. “We don't know these people.”
“I just... know,” he shrugs, you can see how excited he is about all this even through the reddish visor of his mask. He's smiling. “Call it interdimensional intuition.”
crushing! harry potter drabble
crushing! harry potter who… realised he likes you when professor mcgonagall politely pointed it out.
crushing! harry potter who… purposely forgets his quill so you’ll lend him one.
crushing! harry potter who… sneaks glances at you during breakfast in the great hall.
crushing! harry potter who… is happy that he wears glasses because you cant tell if he’s staring at you.
crushing! harry potter who… finds comfort in chocolate frogs because you’re always seen eating one.
crushing! harry potter who… flushes a rosy red when you compliment his ‘defence against the dark arts’ skills.
crushing! harry potter who… never cared about brushing his hair and ironing his shirt until he met you.
crushing! harry potter who… watches your name on the marauders map.
crushing! harry potter who… gets annoyed that his british accent increases in britishness whenever you’re around.
crushing! harry potter who… finds it adorable that you have a headband that matches your house colours.
crushing! harry potter who… gets slightly jealous when he watches you chat comfortably with ron and his brothers.
please take this while i work on requests !! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
Creepy loser!Konig, who just can't get enough of you sometimes. Ever since you kissed him, he's gotten more needy, feeling like he's one step closer to sliding his cock into your warm, wet cunt. He just has to be a little more persistent!
Konig has become shameless too, practically sobbing and begging you to give him another kiss, just a little one, he promises he won't try to touch your breasts either :(( Sometimes, though, his weakness overtakes him, which leads you to your current scenario...
You'd just gotten home, keys in the door, when you hear it. The slick sounds and pathetic whines, no doubt coming from Konig as he jerks off his fat, veiny cock. He's there on the couch, tears running down his face, contracting his abdomen to thrust his strong hips up into his tightly closed fist, fapping to some trashy porn featuring a girl that looks suspiciously like you...
You're a little disgusted, but also not very surprised that your weirdo roommate would do something like this. You startled poor Konig when you loudly cleared your throat, making him extra whiney and pathetic, spewing apology after apology, even as he continued to jerk himself off until he came so hard, he almost passed out :(( The thick seed spurting from his swollen tip, landing on his tummy while his thick cock continues to pulse, his heavy balls tightening up from how much sperm he was pumping out, but it was all wasted because it wasn't inside of your precious pussy :(
For the rest of the week, he mopes around behind you, looking like a pathetic, wet-eyed puppy. You'd slap his hand away every time he tried to reach for you, poor dick hard and leaky for you, but you just won't give him a chance!
Konig's even resorted to texting you weird things. You'll be in class when your phone pings, and there in your messages is a photo of his huge cock, thick, veiny, and drooling thick pearls of precum over his swollen knuckles and a dark, thick happytrail leading down to the base. Another text follows after that,
"Forgive me? please :("
Thomas Shelby being a good dad
requested by: anon 💋
Simon's never been difficult when it came to food. Growing up, he learned not to be. You ate what you had, and you kept your mouth shut. When he enlisted, that turned into metal tins and packaged rations. Food was just fuel. Something to fill your stomach. Nothing more.
That all changed when he married you.
The first time you packed him lunch, it wasn't anything super fancy per your standards - just a simple box with rice, a bit of meat and vegetables, neatly arranged. To other people, it might not have been much, but to him who'd always had to make do with leftovers thrown together and bland cafeteria food, it was everything.
The presentation alone was enough to let all his buddies at work know how much you love him. They teased him for it, of course. 'Big lad like you, still letting your missus pack you lunch.' Got thrown with a gentle nudge to his side. Secretely, though, these guys all wished they were lucky enough to have someone prepare them a yummy lunch.
Simon wasn't the kind of man that took without giving.
So, in his own way, he tried to show you he loved you too. He tried to make your life a little easier by keeping your side of the wardrobe stocked with new clothes, your shelves full of books on you to be read list, and the fridge and cupboards full of things you liked.
He did his part at home, too. Washed the dishes. Folded the laundry. Cleaned. Figured it was the least he could do.
His own quiet way of saying thank you.
He made sure to tend to you in the bedroom, too. Eats your cunnie till you're begging him to stop cus "It's t-too much.." and you "Can't take anymore.."
And when he's had his fill of you and he feels like he's paid you back for all the delicious meals you prepare for him, he makes love to you. Full nelson. Doggy. The lotus. Cowgirl. Each time you cream around his cock, he puts you in another one.
"There we go, lovie.. just like that." Whispered when you roll your hips back and forth. "Christ you feel incredible.."
"Bounce on my cock, take what you need.." Panted between grunts while you ride him.
"That's it.. Atta girl.." when your cunt starts fluttering around him. "So fuckin' good for me.."
Masterlist <3
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holy fuck.
you can barely think anything beyond those two words over and over again. at least throughout your mind. your mouth utters percy’s name in strings of moans and whimpers.
and tears, if you’re being completely honest.
the raw, nearly unreal, sensation of percy’s cock thrusting into your sopping cunt makes you feel like elysium isn’t too far away.
you’d never taken him like this before— not until today. but when he stepped out of the bathroom, it was over for you.
in all his glory, there he stood; towel low around his hips, water droplets falling over his tanned abdomen, black hair tousled, and pink-flushed cheeks.
you truly hadn’t cared whatsoever if he was to protect himself or not. but, how responsible, percy had asked you thrice if you were comfortable with doing this.
and you’re sure he might’ve asked a fourth time (or perhaps a fifth even!) had your hand not gone and wrapped around his length, stroking it teasingly.
that shut him up fairly quickly.
which only leads you to where you lay now. your nails dig crescent-shaped holes into percy’s back, you presume they may even draw blood within seconds.
you feel like you’re falling apart, body arching to meet each delicious thrust. this, you have to admit, feels eternally more pleasurable than anything you’ve ever done before.
accommodating to that statement, percy’s lips drop to your naked chest, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it, teeth lightly nipping in the process. the sensation doesn’t help the coil that builds up deep within your belly.
“fuck— sweet girl,” percy moans, releasing your breast, leaving it soaked in his saliva. “gods, you feel perfect.”
his voice is raspy. no doubt, either from waking up not even an hour and a half ago, or from the guttural noises he can’t seem to stifle.
you tug at his hair, pulling his mouth to meet your own. the kiss is nothing unlike his thrusts; gentle yet still utterly desperate. and it only takes a handful of seconds to find your much-needed orgasm.
the lingering reminder that it’s almost as simple as this that could have you round and waddling in a matter of months is enticing. you would happily carry percy’s baby if it meant you’d have experienced such pleasure as this.
it doesn’t take long after your own release that percy follows, the feeling of you tightening around him and drenching his cock sending him spiraling. he happily fills you with his own warm seed.
your moans are swallowed within the kiss, your teeth clamping down on percy’s bottom lip to draw blood. then sucking it off and letting the salty taste fill you as well.
you’re sure now that this will not be the only time you lack proper protection.
⤷ his love was the key that opened my thighs!