feminine delusions

note: fluff, mentions of stress eating and weight gain, not proof read

You’d been a stress eater since highschool. Simon knew this about you. Something traumatic happened to you around the age of 14 and you used snacking when you got home as an outlet. Your weight often fluctuated with periods of stress. But then you met Simon and he was so wonderful and supportive… he made you feel safe and relaxed in a way none of your exes ever had, always checking in on you and taking load off of you when he could. So when shortly after you two moved in together and he got deployed, your habit picked up again. You were constantly worried he’d was hurt or worse at the times he couldn’t answer your texts or calls.

When you realize he’d be coming home in a few days after 6 months of being gone you realized you couldn’t just keep wearing his sweatpants and tshirts every day so you went shopping to try to find clothes in your new size.

Finding clothes was hard, you’d never really been thin so this wasn’t new but now it was even harder. You found a few things you felt good in that also didn’t look like they were meant for a 50 year old woman and brought them home.

He’d wanted to suprise you when he came in but you been pacing between the kitchen and the door all day. When he opened the door you nearly startled him because you were standing right there. He didn’t waste time, quickly dropping his bags and engulfing you in a hug. You squeezed him back with as much force as you could manage.

“I missed you so much baby…” He mumbled in your ear. “You been okay without me…?” He asked pulling away and slipping off his mask as he looked you over.

You realised now how silly you had been, simon loved you… he wouldn’t be phased by a some extra pounds…

“Baby…?” He said as you just stared at him, he kissed your head and squeezed your cheeks.

You mumbled something and he released your face, “What was that?”

“Kiss me Dummy.”

He chuckled and pulled you in for a deep kiss, his arms snaking around your waist, his kisses soon moved down your jaw before targeting that sensitive spot by your ear. You squealed and instinctively pulled away but he kept you in place, his hands moving to grip your ass which now filled out your jeans.

He paused for a moment, giving your bum another squeeze.

“Seems like my birdy has filled out a bit hm?”

You nod and he pulls away to look you over, “You look absolutely beautiful…” He mumbled before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, heading towards the bedroom.

“But Si- The roast!”

note: this has been in my drafts since august not proof read, porn with plot, cream pie, kitchen sex

also my requests are open!!

The day had finally come. Eric was getting out of prison… and early. You waited patiently outside the prison gates for him, practically vibrating with excitement. The past two years had been hell, only being able to speak through letters or stare at him through bullet proof glass with a phone up to your ear. But now he was finally coming home. You’d always felt guilty. He’d been to jail before sure, but this time it was because of you. A man had been messing with you in the pub, and he just lost his temper, after doing so well for so long. You knew he could fight but didn’t know how well… he’d nearly killed the man or he would’ve if you hadn’t used all your strength to pull him off and attempt to calm him down. When you see him coming through the various gates you can’t help but run to him, meeting him just as he’s through the last one, you engulf him in a hug and try not to cry. He holds you tight and laughs a bit.

“Well hello, Princess… I missed ya’…” He said, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was wearing that cheeky smile you loved.

And with those words your resolve broke and you began to sob into his neck.

“Oh come on… you should be happy luv’… ‘m ‘ere now…”

He pulled away and wiped your tears.

“I’m coming home darlin’… it’s okay…”

You nod and sniffle as you look up at him.

“I prepped some dinner to put in the oven when we get home…” You say as the two of you walk towards his car.

“Is it what I think it is…?”

“Yes, roast dinner… had to make you a feast to eat after you’ve only been eating prison food…”

As soon as you were home Eric was all over you, you could barely get dinner in the over. He couldn’t stop, touching or kissing you, letting his hands wander where they pleased.

“I’ve been waiting for you darling… two years…” he mumbled in your ear, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Eric- Can we at least eat first…?”

“I can’t wait any longer darlin’ please…”

You don’t say a word as he hikes up your skirt, you just try to focus on the potatoes you’re mashing, until he sticks his hand in your panties, his fingers quickly finding that sensitive little bud, earning a little squeak from you.

“God you’re already soaked-“ He said, as his fingers moved to rub over your slit. “You’re my pretty bird ain’t ya..?” He whispers in your ear as one of his fingers enters you, his thick digit massaging your walls just right.

“Y-yes…” You whimper, your body giving in… you’d been waiting two years as well after all.

You brace yourself on the bowl of potatoes you were mashing. Before you could even process what was happening your panties were around your ankles and his thick cock was prodding at your slick cunt.

“Relax darlin’… I’m gonna make those two years of waitin’ worth it…”

He guides your body to the counter so it’ll be a bit more comfortable for you and hikes your right leg up a bit as he slowly slips his cock in. The stretch after two years without him stings so good.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby… I won’t last if you keep squeezing me like that…” He groans as he ruts into you.

“Oh- Shit fuck… Eric…” You tried to speak but all you could seem to do was moan and whimper making noises you didn’t even know you could.

“Yeah? You like that baby..?” He whispered in your ear.

“Y-yes- I… nghh…” You were practically drooling, completely cock drunk after two years of not even having so much as a finger in your tight pussy. Mumbling and babbling curse words as he pounded into you, tip nearly kissing your cervix everytime. He knew your body and just far to go to give you the most pleasure while not hurting you.

“You wanna make a baby with me?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod quickly.

“I need to hear you say it, darling…”

“I-I… fuck…” You whimper, “I… I wanna make a baby…”

“Well who am I to deny my pretty bird what she wants…”

“I-I’m so close…” You whine, he reaches his hand around your to you rub your clit, quickly helping you along. Shockwaves were still going through you as he came right up against your cervix, groaning in your ear as he stuffed you full.

He stayed inside you until he went soft, kissing the side of your face and telling you how good you were. Then he pulled your panties up and fixed your skirt for you as your legs wobbled. You help like a baby deer.

Missionary? His face is in your neck, pointy canines digging into your neck gently as his tongue laps at the sensitive skin of your neck. Doggy? His teeth are sunken into your shoulder as his hips roll into you at an excruciatingly slow pace for both of you. He just can’t help but drag his teeth across your skin. You think if he could eat you he would… and he does… nibbling his way up your thigh, leaving hickeys and teeth marks in his wake as he moves towards your core. Mustache tickling your clit as his tongue laps at your cunt, savoring every drop of slick that comes out of you. And when his teeth aren’t buried in your flesh he’s as closed to you as possible. He has to be little spoon at night, his face nuzzled into your breasts. Sometimes you wonder if he got any closer if he’d somehow make the two of you one.

note: I don’t have the energy to write real smut so this is what u get

No human had even been able to control Remmick. Until you. The day he met you he knew there was just something different about you. You didn’t need to do a thing, he was already at your mercy. He offered to be your pet, practically begged with his arms holding onto your leg. Anything to get a change to spend time with you every day.

At first you were indifferent towards him, scoffing in his face and ignoring his request all together. But he kept showing up at your fucking house. Knocking, scratching at your windows and doors like a lost dog, constantly whining and begging all night, every night. Whether he wore you down or you started do find him endearing was a mystery.

“Close your eyes.” You muttered when you finally opened the door. When he obliged you clamped a big iron collar on him, to keep him docile…weaker than his usual self but not hurting him. “If you’re gonna be my pet you gotta wear this okay?” You also bought some silver jewelry yourself, earrings and a necklace.

“Yes… yes of course… May I come in? please miss…?”

You sigh, “Fine. Come in…”

You followed him around as he explored your home. The two of you quickly fell into a routine, he would do chores for you at night after you’d let him out to go find his own blood. You made it clear he wouldn’t be biting you. During the day he stayed in your basement because it had no windows.

Eventually you got more comfortable, you let him touch you after you came home complaining of a sore back from being hunched over sewing all day. And damn was he somehow amazing at massages. You started having him do it everyday and of course he obliged. You rewarded him by letting him watch Television with you, his head in your lap and you gently stroked his head. Remmick was in heaven, he never wanted to fuck this up.

One day you caught him sniffing your panties while he was doing the laundry.

“Oh you little pervert.”

“Miss- I was just-“

“Just what? Checking if they were clean?” You yank him by his collar and bring him to your sitting room. You instruct him to sit on the floor and then sit on the couch yourself.

“Put that nose and mouth of yours to good use for once.”

Note: Trying to write again pls excuse how shite this is. Also this is set in like the 1300s or whenever he was alive before he was turned.

You had been missing for 3 nights before you turned back up to you and your husbands home. He was sitting on the porch like he had been every evening hoping you’d come home.

“Mo ghrá-“ Remmick was speechless when he saw you, your dress dirty and ripped and covered and blood.

“Mo Cuishle… C-can I come in…” You say softly, trying to ignore the newfound hunger welling within you.

“What…? Of course you can… why wouldn’t you- what happened to you.” he finally rushed over, taking your hands into his.

“I-I’m so hungry… let’s just go inside…”

Soon he was cooking something up on the stove and you were holding back your drool, eyes shut right like you couldn’t hear his blood pumping through his veins.

“Where have you been darling…?” He asks as he places a plate in front of you. “Did someone hurt you?”

You try to shovel the food into your mouth but everything but blood tastes like dirt now. You swallow it down but immediately feel sick.

“My love please… what’s wrong..? Where have you been…”

You put your face in your hands and drool starts to leak from your mouth and pool on the table.

“Darling…?”

You try to ignore your hunger as your fangs rearrange ever so painfully in your mouth, another reminder of the monster you’ve become. You felt dizzy as your senses began to cloud your mind.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered before pouncing on your beloved husband, fangs ripping into his skin as you drank his blood. He squirmed under you for a while before stopping As your hunger subsided you pulled away from his neck and realized what you’d done as you heard the last gurgle leave his throat.

“No- Remmick… baby… no I’m so sorry..” You pulled him onto your lap and cradled him, your tears soaking into his skin. You held him like that until you felt him twitch, then stir.

“Remmick?” You weren’t quite sure how all this worked yet, “Are you there..?”

Ever since Eric got out of jail you’d been the bread wonder, he’d had trouble getting a job but you didn’t mind. Though it meant long hours for you, you were often gone all day, every day of the week. So when you got the opportunity to go home early because the store was dead you took it. You wanted to surprise him so you didn’t let him know you were coming and picked up your favorite takeout to eat together. You entered the house as quietly as you could until you heard a giggle… but surely it was just the television… right..?

“Baby~ I got off early and I got our favorite~” You call as you walk into the sitting room, freezing when you saw a girl cozied up on the couch with him. The bag of food falls from your hands and you stare at them in disbelief… how could he do this to you after all you’d done for him. Waiting three years for him to get out of prison, taking care of him while he got back on his feet. All for him to cheat in your own home?!

“I think you better get going love…” He told the girl who picked up her purse and scoffed at you as you walked out.

You stared at him for a while long, tears streaking down your face. He didn’t even say anything just went right back to the telly.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Wot?”

“You cheat on me?! In my own home after all the shit I do for you?!”

“Mans got needs innit… you’re gone all day.”

“Yeah because you can’t or shall I say won’t get a bloody job so I’m supporting us! You know what… get out.”

“What? Baby… you can’t be serious.”

“Don’t baby me, get the fuck out of MY flat.”

He just scoffs.

“I mean it!” You storm over to him and try to pull him up off the couch but with the strength his has over you and the fighting skills from prison you end up with your arms pinned behind your back and your face smushed into the couch.

“You done now?” He asks in his always cocky tone.

Brendan Hughes x Fem!Reader

CW: Foul language, to be safe “romanticization” of the IRA, Fluff, possible slow burn, mentions of partial nudity.

Notes: A little Drabble about the CHARACTER of Brendan Hughes played Anthony Boyle this is in no way about the real person. Requests always open.

Everyone ignored you. Your whole life, it was as if you were a ghost through the streets of Belfast. All because your mum was catholic and your da was a protestant. Being bullied in school was the most attention you got and you were sick of being ignored and now you were alone at a pub, that state between tipsy and drunk that gave you all the confidence in the world. As you lock your eyes onto a mustached man, you decide he’ll be your target for tonight. Once he was alone you made your way over to him, but your inflated confidence quickly burst when you tripped over the leg of a stool and fall right into his arms.

“Woah- You alright there, love…? Get a bit too much drink in ya?”

You could only stare up at him, your eyes finally focusing on his face and recognizing who he was. “I- uh… yeah…” You straightened yourself up and clear your throat. “I’m grand.”

“Name’s Dark. You here by yourself?” He asked, leaning against the bar his eyes flicking over your form.

Of course a commanding officer for the IRA would be a flirt.

“Aye, I am… Are you..?”

“I’ve got mates all around…”

You glance out at the bar realizing you were probably surrounded by members of the IRA.

“Y’know I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“Well no one ever really notices me.” You laugh awkwardly.

“Oh please I don’t believe you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Yeah well…” Your face flushed. Everything in your body is against telling him but you don’t want to lie. “My mum married a Protestant man… he…” The alcohol forces more information out of you, “He’s dead now and Mum raised me catholic but everyone treats us like we converted or something… I just wish we could all coexist not that I’m a unionist… I’m a nationalist I just-“ You ramble nervously, knowing how these guys can get.

He laughs at you, “You for the cause?”

“I am.”

“Well that’s all I care about.”

“Yeah…?”

“Let me buy you a drink.”

You two spent the night getting to know each other at the bar, well as much as you could know him. He clearly had his walls up. When you two got a bit too close the bartender politely reminded you of the ‘no shifting at the bar’ sign just behind you.

“Wanna go meet my mates?”

“Depends. Are they as accommodating as you?” You ask, a bit apprehensive.

“I like to think so. Might have to win Gerry over though.”

His arm that had already sneakily made its way around you during your conversation, not that you were complaining, lead you over to their table. There was a few men there you recognized from your school days, you felt a bit tense as they were some of the ones who made your life hell. You were hoping you’d look different enough now that they wouldn’t notice.

“Lads this is- Ah shit I just realized I never asked your name.”

You were about to speak before one of the lads said it for you.

“Lost the glasses I see.”

Your face immediately flushed red, you wanted to run… until you felt Dark rubbing his thumb over your waist.

“You’ve got a pretty name, love.” He whispered in your ear.

“So what’d you bring the souper girl over here for?”

“Oh, fuck up Johnny. Or do I need to bring up the protestant girl you were running around with until her daddy found you in her bed?”

That shut him up quick, everyone else there seemed indifferent to what johnny had been annoyed about.

“D’you mind sittin’ on my lap, Dove? There ain’t enough chairs.”

“No, I don’t-“ Before you could finish he had taken his seat and tugged you down on top of him, he kept his hands to himself for the most part beside the left one resting on your hip, his right hand left open to hold his beer.

The conversation flowed from there and even chimed in now and then despite your nervousness, of course a few drinks helped. Everyone seemed to like you, while Johnny was still stewing in the corner.

Eventually the pub started to close and Dark offered to walk you home.

“Are you sure…?” You questioned, “It’s a little far.”

“I’ll be honest I can’t bring you back to mine unless you fancy us getting arrested.”

“Mine it is then. I’m sure mum will just be happy i’ve finally brought a lad ‘round…”

That earned a chuckle from him, “Sure she won’t mind?”

“She probably went to sleep hours ago.”

The two of you made the trek back to your neighborhood, his jacket going around you half way through after you complained of being cold. It smelled like cigarettes and the musky scent of him mixed with cologne.

When you got him into your room he took a seat on your bed.

“Shot in the dark but… you got anything I could sleep in..?”

“Uh… I think we have some of my da’s old clothes if you don’t mind that.”

“Whatever you’ve got to offer, Dove.”

You quietly went into the hallway closet and dug out some old clothes, bring them back, setting them on his lap. “Those should fit well enough.”

He slipped his sweater off and put on the old t-shirt, your eyes lingered on him a bit too long.

You cleared your throat and grabbed some pjs of your own. “I’ll change in the bathroom.”

“Wait-“ He grabbed your arm and spun you around, “Can I kiss you…?”

He was already so close he might as well have been, you look into his eyes for a moment before closing the gap between you. Your tangled lips soon become tangled limbs and the two of you land on your bed, clothes abandoned to the floor.

“You sure about this…?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Maybe we should wait…” You whisper, “If you don’t mind… I’d just like to know you better…”

“‘Course, Dove…” He mumbled.

“That my nickname now?”

“Suits ya…” He muttered, pulling you to his chest.

You settled against him, feeling quite content… god what are you getting yourself into?

Mhh maybe along the lines of reader being Brendan's girl and him getting jealous over reader being like ogled or something by one of the younger guys or him hearing something filthy being said and he gets really pissed and gets into a sort of fight but not really cuz the younger guys are scared of him and he shouts and stuff and is really heated

Reader doesn't know what's going on and brendan is like more touchy and stuff and he goes on a rant abt how much reader means to him and stuff

Could be smut but doesn't have to be if you don't want to :))

Thank uuu 💚

Éan álainn

Brendan Hughes x Fem! Reader

Notes: Took my own little spin on your suggestion hope you like it! Not proof read. the smut is light.

Warnings!: Explicit content MDNI, Explicative language

Slang and Irish translations: Ride = someone sexually attractive, Bird = Young woman/girlfriend, Spare arse = slut/whore, éan álainn = pretty/beautiful bird

You and Dark had been dating for a few months now in secret. No one knew, not even Gerry, his best friend. He didn’t want anyone to know, he was nervous that it’d put you in danger since his face had appeared in the paper. Though people had started getting suspicious that you two might be into each other, the only thing you let them get glimpses of was Dark staring at you during meetings resulting in the exchange of shy smiles between the both of you.

But when you were alone, you were all over each other, desperate to show affection.

Of course lads hit on you all the time… you were beautiful and it annoyed him to no end. Of course you always politely declined their advances and he’d be the one walking you home from the pub and he was the one you snuck into your bedroom. The one you kissed as if you’d never see each other again, the one who you fumbled around with late at night like two horny teens.

Dark was buying you a drink when your name cut through the noise of the pub and hit his ears. His gaze immediately found one of the younger lads that had been recruited trying to chat you up. He abandoned the drink at the bar and got within earshot of them without them seeing him. Listening to him rattle off about how good you looked.

“You look like a proper ride tonight doll, let me buy you a drink?”

“I’m alright…” You said, pushing yourself from that wall you were leaning on to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. “Awe cmon don’t be like that…”

Within moments Dark’s hand was in his shoulder, he’d had enough of all this shit and needed it to end.

“She said No, Now where the fuck d’ya get off talking to my bird like that!?”

“Dark- I- I didn’t mean anything by it- I had no idea you two were-“ He winced as Dark’s grip tightened.

“You didn’t mean anything by it? You’re over here talking to her like she’s some fucking spare arse. I’ve had it with you cunts constantly making passes at her.”

“I’m sorry, It won’t happen again… Was just a wee bit of harmless fun…”

“Fun? You think it’ll be fun when I rip your fucking bollocks off?” He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

Just has he was about to strike when Dark felt your warm soft hands on his arm. “Love…? It’s alright… Come on…”

He sighed, releasing the lads collar. “I’ll go get your drink…” He grabbed your hand and pulled you back towards the bar.

He had his arm around your waist the rest of the night, glaring at anyone who dares look in your direction.

When he got you home, he was all over you. His hands, lips, tongue, teeth. You barely had time to think before he had your skirt pushed up and mouth buried in your pussy, you gasped as you felt his mustache tickle your clit while his tongue delved into your fluttering cunt.

“God… My pretty bird… always so sweet for me…” He mumbled, licking a stripe over your clit that made you shudder. You came undone quicker than usual as he devoured you, muffling back your whimpers as your hands gripped his hair. You’d been aching for him ever since he nearly got in that fight.

He pulled away from you, mustache and chin soaked with you while you laid back with your head on the pillow, grinning as you were still reeling from your orgasm.

“Mm… I love you…”