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fanficsformyfaves · 3 months

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Rhea Ripley x Uso Sister!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Enemies To Lovers Trope, Confessions, Semi-Public Sex, Use of Nicknames, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Denial (R Receiving), Degradation and Praise Kink (R Receiving), Mommy Kink, Choking Kink (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Choking (R Receiving)

PREFACE: Reader has always known Rhea to be arrogant, callous and mean, so it only made sense that she despised the eradicator, especially after what she did to her brother...but what happens when they find themselves in a broom closet alone together?

A/N: Jey and Rhea are feuding in this A/U

Announcer's Dialogue In Bold and Colored!

Texts in Italic, Colored and Bold!

As I waited for Jey to finish up his match, I hear the sound of boot heels clicking from down the hall and when I turn my head to see who it was, I was immediately vexed.

Rhea fucking Ripley.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She was easily the most smug-faced asshole I'd ever met and not only that, she had the audacity to make my brother look stupid in front of the entire world.

I stuff my phone into my back pocket, before crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, if it isn't little (Y/N) Uso. What's a cute thing like you doing out here by yourself?", she teased.

I simply looked away, ignoring her comment.

"Hm, never took you for the shy type", she said,

Taking a step closer towards me.

"From what I've seen, you're quiet the firecracker", she brushes a hair from my face.

I grab her wrist, staring daggers into her eyes.

"Never...touch me"

She lets out a dark chuckle, using the grip I had on her to yank me closer. Our faces were now merely inches apart.

"Or what, princess?"

"Or...I'll..."

"Mhm, use your words", she whispered,

Leaning down closer to the point her breath brushed against my bottom lip.

What was happening? And why was I not pulling away? I should've...but I just couldn't.

Just as I was desperately trying to regain my composure, the crowd outside goes wild and the speakers go off.

Announcer: And here is your winner...Jey...USOOO!

My brother's theme song began playing and I knew he was just moments away from bursting through the doors.

Shit, if he sees me causing trouble, I'm gonna be in for it. I could already hear him and some guards just around the corner. With seemingly no other option, I push Rhea and myself into the closet directly behind her and close it shut.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving both of our asses", I whispered,

Stepping away from the door. The footsteps were getting closer with each passing second and my heart was pounding so hard, I could barely breathe.

As if getting caught in the hallways wouldn't have been bad enough, I could only imagine what would happen if Jey found us in a literal closet together.

The shadow of his feet stop right in front of the door and I was panicking like I never have before.

"Have y'all seen (Y/N)? She said she'd be waiting right here"

"No, sir, not since before the match started"

"Hm", he hummed dismissively,

Before carrying on towards his dressing room.

Once he was finally gone, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Jesus, that was close"

"You're telling me", she replied.

That's when I finally noticed her towering figure hunched over behind me, with an arm around my waist and her hand flat on my stomach.

I turn to face her and there we were again.

Her lips almost meeting mine, as our eyes found one another in a tense exchange. I couldn't comprehend much of anything that was happening, but mostly, I was confused at why I wasn't pulling away again.

She humiliated my brother and betrayed him. I had every right to hate her...right?

"You know", she breaks the silence,

"You're awfully adorable, when you aren't staring daggers into me"

There was that stupid smirk again, only this time it affected me differently.

Instead of becoming agitated, I felt a second heartbeat I didn't feel before. Every inch of my skin was overheating at her touch and she knew it.

"Oh...you like this, don't you?"

"What? No-"

"Such a cliche, falling for your brother's enemy"

"I don't-"

"Then how come you aren't shoving me away and telling me to fuck off like you usually do?", she questioned,

Gently turning my body to fully face her, before pinning me to the wall by my arms.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, darling", she whispered,

Ducking her head down on my shoulder, whilst trailing kisses up my neck.

"Just say it. Say you want me and put a rest to this tiring act of pretending like you don't"

Was she right?

Have I just been in denial about the attraction I felt for her and hid behind anger all this time?

I couldn't quite focus on finding a proper explanation, as she reached the lobe of my ear, nibbling on it and forcing a whine out of me.

"God, even the sounds you make are sweet. Wonder if you'll taste as sweet as you sound", she mumbled against me,

Running her hand up my thigh.

"R-Rhea"

"All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. Is that what you want?"

I contemplated for a moment. This was wrong. Getting involved with someone like her would only ever end in chaos, especially with the bad blood she had with Jey...but in that moment, any voice of reason was no match for the way she was touching me.

"No", I ultimately answered.

"Good"

Not wanting to waste any more of the limited time we had, she finally presses her lips against mine.

They were soft and gentle, which surprised me the most.

One of her hands let off my waist and trailed up my skirt, brushing against my bundle of nerves through the underwear I had on.

I whined against her mouth, which curled up into an excited grin.

"Sensitive, are you? Let's see how long it takes till I have you cumming on my tongue"

Just then, she drops to her knees, flipping up my skirt to take a good look at the mess she was already making of me.

"God, I barely touched you yet", she mocked,

Before pulling my thong to the side and licking up my slick entrance.

"Mmm, so fucking sweet", she praised,

Throwing my thighs over her strong shoulders, so I was sat on top of her. It didn't take long for her lips to wrap around my bundle of nerves, as the grasp she had on my hips tightened with each passing lick.

I intertwined my fingers in her hair, whilst her name repeatedly spilled out of me like a prayer that would never be answered.

Eventually, I feel the tip of two digits press against my slit, before slipping themselves completely inside me with no resistance to stop them.

Her momentum immediately fast and relentless.

Already, the knot in the pit of my stomach began to tighten and threaten to snap. I could tell by the way she smirked over my clit that she knew it too.

"Not so tough when I have you at my mercy, are you? Maybe I shouldn't let you cum", she teased,

"No! Please, don't stop!", I pleaded,

"Good girl", she says,

Continuing her unletting efforts to bring me over the edge, but before she could, voices on the other side of the door interrupts us.

I immediately let out a gasp, causing Rhea to slap a hand over my mouth.

"Jey's looking for (Y/N)"

"Wasn't she just here earlier?"

"Yeah, but I don't know where she went"

The security guards eventually move past the closet and I let out a sigh of relief.

I get off of her, arranging my skirt and she eyes me up in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"This was a mistake"

She scoffs, getting up and dusting her knees.

"You didn't seem to think this was a 'mistake' when my tongue was wearing you out", she tested,

Pushing my head up with a hooked finger.

"Now...what did you say about me never touching you again?"

I roll my eyes and push her hand away.

"Wait five minutes before I leave", I instructed,

"Whatever you say", she smiled,

Looking down at her feet.

I carefully opened the door, whilst peaking my head out to make sure the coast was clear and once it was, I step out and close it, when I turn back around and was ambushed by my brother.

"Fucking Christ, dude!", I exclaimed,

As my hand went over my chest.

"Aye, language", he warned,

"Sorry"

"Where were you? I've been looking for like twenty minutes"

"The...bathroom"

"For twenty minutes?"

"Yo, what's with the interrogation, dawg? Woman business", I snapped,

"Alright, alright. I was just asking", he throws his hands up in surrender,

"I wanna grab food on the way back, come on", he says,

Putting an arm over my shoulder and walking me out. I quickly glance back at the closet door and prayed it stayed closed till we were out of sight.

Once we got into the car, I was finally left to my thoughts.

The guilt that overwhelmed me was all consuming and burdensome. I had just slept with my brother's nemesis. The person he hated most and here I was, pretending like it didn't happen, as he went on and on about his current win.

In that moment, I get a notification on my phone and I go to see who it was. I didn't recognize the number, but once I saw the text, I knew immediately.

Unknown Number: We should talk about this

Me: There's nothing to talk about

Unknown Number: Oh please, spare me, are you really going back to being in denial?

Me: Denial about what?

Unknown Number: Whatever

Unknown Number: But, when you do come to your senses, you know where to find me, beautiful ;)

I lock my phone and shove it inside my purse with a sigh.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just tired"

"Well, you look tired", he says,

Mimicking the sweat dripping down my face, causing me to hastily swipe it off.

After stopping by at a pizza place for dinner, we head to the hotel and made our way back to the suite.

"That was scrumptious. We needa head back before going home", Jey emphasized,

Opening the door and letting the both of us inside.

"I call the shower first"

"Dude", I go to argue,

"Ah! Winners get special privileges", he mocked.

I roll my eyes and he chuckles at my response, before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

I lay back against the bed by the window and looked over the entire city.

As breathtaking as the sight was to behold, I was still hung up on Rhea. Why? Why her? Of all the people I could've hooked up with, it had to be fucking Ripley?

As disappointed as I was with myself, I couldn't help but look back at the encounter with a certain sense of reverie.

I'd never been touched like that.

None of the people I'd been with before had ever gotten me that close...I wonder what would've happened if I had just stayed there in that closet with her.

Before I could delve any deeper into my thoughts, I hear my phone go off once again and I already knew who it could be.

Unknown Number: Can't stop thinking about you, precious

God damn it, again with the nicknames.

Me: Rhea, please

Unknown Number: Please what?

Me: We can't do this

Unknown Number: Oh yes, we can

Unknown Number: The only person saying we can't is you

Me: You hurt my brother

Unknown: Hey, he decided to attack Dom, I couldn't just sit idle and let him

Me: Yeah, after the fact he slammed Jimmy with a chair

Unknown: Listen, I have no control over what the boys do

Unknown Number: Nor do I have control over who I want

A frigid chill run up my spine.

Unknown Number: What happened wasn't ideal, I get it

Unknown Number: So allow me make it up to you

Me: How?

Unknown Number: By picking up where we left off of course

Unknown Number: When I had you on the brink of cumming, before we were so rudely interrupted

It was getting harder and harder to resist her tempting.

Me: This is wrong

Unknown Number: Did it feel wrong? When you were begging me to make you unravel on my mouth?

Me: Rhea

Unknown Number: Tell me, when did the regret set in? Was it before or after my fingers found themselves inside you?

The pulsing sensation in my center began to intensify with every text she sent.

Unknown Number: You can lie to yourself all you want, darling

Unknown Number: But we both know that you want me just as much as I want you. I'm just making it easier by admitting it first

Unknown Number: Ball's in your court now, Uso

It took all the strength I had to resist, but it still wasn't enough. I ultimately caved, needing to feel her against me again.

Me: Where are you?

I just knew she was grinning like a wildcat on the other side of the phone.

Unknown Number: Location📍

The hotel she was staying at was only ten minutes away.

Me: Room?

Unknown Number: I'll be in the lobby to let you up. See you, beautiful ;)

I facepalm my forehead.

What was I doing? Once could've been a mistake, but twice? Now, this was betrayal.

Jey steps out of the bathroom, drying off his hair.

"Shower's free"

"Actually, I gotta go. Naomi wants to have a girl's night"

"For real?"

"Mhm", I hesitated,

He contemplates for a moment, before shrugging.

"Aight, just text me when you get there"

I let out a sigh of relief, before grabbing my phone and leaving.

Besides the obvious thoughts going through my head, all I could think about was how conflicted I felt. On one hand, family meant the world to me and out of all of them, Jey was who I was closest with...but on the other hand, there was Rhea. I didn't know what could transpire from this, but I guess I was just gonna have to find out.

Eventually, I got to her hotel and tried my best to avoid any paparazzi by keeping my head down and speed-walking into the lobby. I allow myself a moment to scan the room, before my eyes finally landed on her.

She was sat on one of the couches with elbows resting on her knees and scrolling through her phone.

With one last deep breath, I made my way towards her.

"Hello, there", she grinned,

Looking up at me, as she stood up.

"Hi", I greeted,

Avoiding her piercing gaze.

"I appreciate eye-contact, whilst speaking", she says,

Using my cheek to make me face her. I was already melting into her touch and blushing a bright red hue.

"D'you enjoy the ride?", she questioned,

Causing my eyes to widen.

"The car ride, darling", she teased,

She knew what she was doing.

"How about we get you upstairs?", she suggests.

I nod, as she took my hand and lead me to the elevators.

Once we were inside and the doors close us in, she pushes my hair aside and ducked her head into the crook of my neck, leaving wet kisses lingering on my skin.

"Couldn't stop thinking about earlier. I've never tasted anything better", she murmured,

Gripping my waist.

"R-Rhea", I whined,

Holding onto her shoulders. If the elevator doors hadn't opened just then, we would've had our way with each other right there. We rush towards her room and she uses my body to slam the door shut.

My hands creeping up into her hair, as her teeth tugged on my bottom lip.

I pull my sweater over my head, leaving me exposed to the cool air.

"Goodness", she exhaled,

Cupping the bottom of my breasts and licking my hardening buds. My skin was ablaze and my jaw drops with every moan that fell past my lips.

I go to pull my skirt down, when she stops me by my wrists.

"The skirt stays on"

Fuck, was I dripping.

"But...these need to go"

She reaches up and hooks her fingers around my waistband, yanking my underwear off and helping me out of them.

"I've already gotten a taste, now I need the whole show", she says,

Undoing the buttons of her jeans and revealing the toy already strapped around her waist. My eyes widen and she chuckles at my reaction.

"Like what you see, princess?"

"Y-Yes"

She bites back a smile and carried me to bed, before laying me out against the soft comforter.

"You're such a good girl when you aren't running your mouth", she praised,

Shoving her thumb into it, as I gladly accepted.

She then pulls it away and pressed it against my clit. A gasp rips out of me and my legs clench together, to which she pushes them apart and keeps them in place with her broad shoulders.

"Don't try escaping me now, you wanted this"

As she began rubbing firm circles on my bundle of nerves, my core dripped onto her ready palm.

"You are such an easy brat. All those time of you screaming at me, when you should've been screaming for me. All I had to do was put you in your place", she mocked over my moans.

Eventually, she pulled away and left me whining at the loss of contact.

"Patience"

She trips herself of her pants and tank top and the sight before me was something straight out of my wildest dreams. From her ample breasts, perfect waist and the sweat collecting on her fair skin, I was growing more and more desperate.

"As much as I love seeing you gawk at me, I think we should switch gears"

With one swift motion, she flips me onto my stomach and drags my ass into the air by my hips.

"This ass, babe. God", she mumbles,

Leaning down to place a gentle kiss on one cheek, before biting down hard and smacking the other.

I scream out, gripping the sheets.

Just then, I feel her rubbing the tip of the toy up and down my entrance, furthering the torture.

"How badly do you want this?"

"Please, I need you", I whined,

"Oh...you need this, huh? Think you've earned it?", she challenged,

Yanking me up against her by my throat, squeezing tight.

"Y-Yes, Mami, please!"

With one more wicked grin, she fills me to the hilt. The stretch burning, as I cried out into the air.

Her pace was immediately brutal and relentless, like the grip she had on my neck.

"Such a precious little thing", she praised,

Pounding repeatedly on my g-spot and causing stars to cloud my vision.

She'd been teasing me since the night began, so it should've come as no surprise to me when my walls had already begun pulsing around her.

"So good for me. So fucking good", she growled against my ear.

"I'm gonna cum, Mami, please!"

"Not till I say so"

"Please!"

"Keep whining and I'll make you wait even longer", she threatened.

Not wanting to face those consequences, I bite my tongue and held onto her hips for dear life, digging my nails into her flesh.

By this time, the room was nothing, but the smell of sex, sweat and tear-filled moans. The orgasm that I'd been chasing was now hounding me down and threatening to overwhelm me. It was getting harder to fight it off with each of her harsh thrusts.

I was just surprised we didn't get a noise complaint.

Once she was satisfied with how weak she had me, her hands reaches for my clit once more.

"You look so good this way. Fucked out and drenched in sweat and tears for me. Cum for me, darling. Show mami just how good she makes you feel"

That was the last thing I could make out, when the knot in my stomach finally snapped and pushed me over the edge.

All I could see was a rush of pure white, before falling limp on my stomach, out of breath and gasping for any air my lungs would allow.

She then pulls out of me and discards the toy from her hips. I was then picked up and placed delicately onto her bare chest.

"You did so good, darling", she muttered sweetly,

Wrapping her arms around me and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Maybe...this wasn't such a bad idea.

I snuggled deeper into her embrace and she welcomed me in with a satisfied chuckle.

"Who knew beneath all that cold exterior was a soft little angel?", she jested,

Making me roll my eyes.

"I'm really glad you came. Well, in that sense, yes, but also you making the trip here", I interrupt with a playful smack to her shoulder.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"It was perfect", I reassured,

Craning my head up to meet her lips.

"About your brother-"

"We don't have to talk about that"

"But we do"

She sits up, as I did the same, covering myself with the comforter.

"It’s always so easy to get caught up in messes, but that doesn't excuse what I did or let happen"

"I love my friends and I'd do anything for them...but not at the cost of someone like you. I've admired you since the day we met. Your passion, your drive and not to mention your everlasting beauty, it seems"

I couldn't help, but blush at her confession.

"Though I'm used to your fiery, protective side, I've also caught glimpses of your heart when I see you care for the people you love...I couldn't deny that"

"So I thought the best way to keep myself away from you was to make you hate me", she continued.

"Because I knew letting myself fall for you was betraying The Judgment Day, when lo and behold, you felt the same all along. We were always so consumed with putting other people first, that we forgot that our own happiness mattered too"

The more she spoke, the more it all made sense.

"And at some point, I couldn't hold back anymore...so I just let it happen. You can tell me that I'm wrong and that nothing that I said made sense, but I know, by that look in your eye, that I'm not"

By the end of her speaking, I was in tears, having felt so seen and understood. I gently cup her face in my hands, kissing her once more.

"You're not wrong", I sniffled,

Pulling back.

"I don't think I would've ever had the courage to say those things to your face"

"Of course, you would've. You're braver than you think"

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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Dark!Ethan x reader with Ethan having his way with drunk reader in a dark alley with his ghost face costume on. He’s had a crush on her for a long time but she rejected him. She’s also apart of the Woodsboro group.

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: noncon, dark!ethan, fem!reader, public sex

¡ scream masterlist !

you were lost, ending up on an unfamiliar street as you searched for ethan. you were drunk and nauseous, vision muddled from the alcohol and exasperation as you swiveled your head from side to side too quickly. you groaned, feeling tears fill your waterline.

you felt terrible, regretting the drunken words as soon as they left your mouth. you were used to playing into his little crush enough to keep him close, unable to bare losing his friendship. but after all this time, he had finally confessed and the atmosphere on top of being intoxicated had you revealing your true feelings, a little harsher than you would without the drunken confidence. he had rushed off, an unfamiliar look gracing his features that had guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. you followed after him seconds later when your legs caught up to your compromised brains demands.

your mission was to find the ghostface, ethans last minute costume change but ghostface was everywhere. the masked killer was the most popular costume of the year and the streets were crawling with replicas. you dropped your head into your hands, sighing as your palm caught your dwindling tears.

you picked up your head as they stopped, determination overtaking the sadness as you glanced around again.

your gaze skipped past a shadow in the alley, mind barely registering the slight wave. you looked again, using your full attention follow the movement of the masked killer but his hand didn't raise itself again. you furrowed your brows, confident steps propelling you towards him as he stood perfectly still.

"e! there you are," you stood before the shadowy figure. "i was looking everywhere for you," you slur. "look... im sorry about what i said... i didn't," you sighed and lifted a hand to rest it on the stranger's arm, swallowing, "i just don't feel the same way."

moments of stillness followed, breathing from the man even but labored. he was tall, broad and intimidating. you stared into the empty eyes of the mask, slow thoughts of discomfort making your brows cinch again and your muscles tense as you kept your hand in its place. they alley suddenly felt darker.

"you're not ethan," you whispered, taking your warm hand off the cooled cloth-covered bicep. "sorry," you murmured.

he caught your wrist, slow steps pushing you towards the bricked wall. it was cold against your bare back, briefly clearing your mind and letting a dull panic sink in. "i need to find my friend," you said, pushing against the body that only seemed to get closer.

you could feel his heartbeat that thumped almost as harshly as yours. you shifted your shoulders as his touch ghosted up the sides, a slim finger trailed up the side of your neck until it reached your face. his gloved hand slit around your chin, strong grip squeezing your cheeks together. you stared at the menacing mask with wide eyes as a knee forced itself between your thighs and the empty hand on your side slithered to the apex of them. you jolted and turned your head, a strained protest forcing itself out.

the cloth pushed at the lace of your skimpy underwear, tugging it down until the strain stretched the fabric enough to dig painfully into the flesh of your thighs. you felt dizzy, tears working their way to the corners of your eyes again. your arms pushed but it has no effect, your nails tried to puncture the costume but you were no match. the rough feel of the gloves added to the sensation on your sensitive mound, making slick leak from your hole.

"stop," you mumbled, "i need to find, ethan."

you couldn't hold back the moans at his ministrations that grew rougher and quicker as your knees tried to close around his. your eyes were shut tight, hips rolling against his palm. you stiffened when a warm, hard, probing replaced his moistened glove.

you were shoved back forcefully as he slammed into you, his hips pushing against yours as if he wanted to be deeper. you hissed, sliding your hand up to his shoulder, "no, wait."

he didn't, harsh, desperate thrusts colliding with your throbbing cunt. you whined, tears slipping as you shoved his shoulder. the mask stared blankly at you, erratic grunts and groans distorted by the barrier.

your panties snapped when he lifted your knee to adjust his angle. your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't help but lean against him, "need to find..."

"are you looking for me? huh?" you whimpered as he sped up. "you're looking for me to break my heart again? no, i won't let you."

you were stunned, using all the strength you could muster to attempt to squirm away. "e, w-what are you doing?" you slur, tightening around his persistent movements. how could ethan do this?

"you'd let some random guy fuck you in the middle of an alley after you broke my heart? you'd whore yourself out like this?"

even you weren't drunk enough to think this encounter was anywhere near consensual. you whimper, "no, no, i didn't. was looking for you..."

"yeah, for what? to make me feel better?" he pulled the mask off, his hard, eyes boring into yours. the head of his cock hit a spot that had your eyes rolling, a shiver running up your spine and your walls clenching, "look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me."

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 3 months

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Brainrot Drabbles: Needy!M6

~ happy valentine's day :) ~

Needy!Julian who finally, finally has someone in his life who is able and willing to fill that gaping hole in his chest that needs to be loved. Asking you for the comfort of a hug, a kiss, a cuddle, a scrap of your attention, and surprised when you're more than happy to give it to him. Looking at you with wide open eyes filled with awe and asking in a hushed voice if he could have just a little bit more. A closer hug. A second kiss. Five more minutes of cuddles or conversation, simply because you're happy to give them to him and he needs that from you so desperately. Needy!Julian who can't stop himself from brokenly whispering "again, please -" between each gentle kiss you press to his face.

Needy!Asra who is terrified of needing anything at all, avoiding their desire to feel their love finally requited by teasing and flirting their way through the day. Halting with fear when he feels your bond with him resonating and sees the look on your face when you approach him. Freezing when you wrap your arms around them, their own expression working with all the intensity of finally being able to call you their home. Slowly exhaling as his head falls to your shoulder and he holds you close, close enough to lose himself in your heartbeat, close enough for all the walls between you to vanish. Needy!Asra who prolongs every intimate moment they have with you, finally learning the sweet fulfillment of receiving love after years of giving.

Needy!Nadia who finds it easier to hide her need underneath her boldness, pulling you into her lap as though to reassure you when it's really to feel the weight of you on her thighs. Suggesting you take a break, you look tired, when her heart is yearning for your grounding presence and the calm sound of your sleepy breathing. Struggling to hold up her cool facade when her need for you becomes too great, and she enters the rare state of mind when she wants to be held and cared for, for once. Needing first the outlet to pour all of her hidden, ferocious love onto you, and then the reassurance of lying cherished in your arms. Needy!Nadia who wants to bare herself to you, flaws and all, and feel you match her intensity.

Needy!Muriel who's so used to going without that he's forgotten how to ask for what he craves. From warmth, to shelter, to food, to safety, to connection - these are all things that you've heralded back into his life, and his slow acceptance of them does not keep up with his human need for them. Uneasy at the sudden bone-deep hunger for the next quiet moment he can share with you, the next tidbit of information he can learn about you, the next warm smile he can receive from you, the next safe touch that sweetly weakens him to you. Needy!Muriel whose sunrise happens when your eyes open, slowly sitting next to you with a heartbeat so strong you can see it, only meeting your eyes for a brief second of want.

Needy!Portia who keeps subconsciously expecting to be brushed off, being touchy and clingy and fussing over you only to stare at you wide eyed when you return the love. Expecting you to find something more interesting to look at any second, speaking a mile a minute while she still has your attention and faltering when you're still listening. Feeling the sweetest, heaviest ache in her chest when you don't break eye contact or change the conversation subject because where has this been all her life? Slowly crushing you closer in a disbelieving bear hug, telling herself over and over that she can take her time with you, you're staying with her. Needy!Portia who can't go more than five seconds without touching you, because you're there.

Needy!Lucio who never hesitates to take what he needs, and is surprised when you manage to meet them so easily. Snatching you around the waist when he's seized with unease, and then being caught off guard by just how quickly a simple hug from you makes him feel safe. Pulling you behind a tree to make out when he's starting to feel cold and alone and forgotten again, and stunned into silence when your first gentle peck is enough to warm him to his fingertips. Demanding that you pay attention to him for his next impressive trick, before realizing you were already watching him do nothing but walk. Needy!Lucio, tangling himself into your space only to watch you in wonder as he experiences satisfaction.

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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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POV: when your boyfriend accidentally overhears you spilling all your (very misplaced) insecurities about him leaving you for the white-picket-fence love he ‘deserves’

aka: CONCLUSION ☄️ hold me oh so close (you’re the sanctuary) 2/2 (and still 100% for @pearynice on her birthday🎉)

✨previously: “I just gotta believe that loving, even for just a short time’s worth it, when it feels like this,” and Eddie does believe that. Deep down, even if it’s alongside doubting and hurting. Eddie believes it, else he’d have run ages ago. Loving Steve Harrington is worth it. “Ed,” Wayne starts his tone a little off, a little…probably tied up in the something Eddie doesn’t have a clue as to what he nudging at, still, but whatever it’s— Eddie thinks he about shoots his head up through the ceiling of the trailer—which would be a goddamn shame because again: new trailer, still a draft, doesn’t need a hole—when he hears the clatter of something heavy not more than ten paces behind him. Which places it still in the kitchen, where he is but only just. Eddie whirls, heart pounding, ready for the worst— And his eyes lock with Steve’s. Steve, who it appears has placed one of his mother’s fancy-ass pie plates covered in aluminum foil near the phone in the corner by the door. Which he’d have opened, y’know, with his key. Because they lock the doors now, still, just in case. But Steve has his own key, and— Oh. Oh, that might have been what Wayne was nudging toward.

“You,” Eddie barely breathes out, and if his heart was pounding for fear a second ago it’s…it’s doing a thing he’s pretty sure isn’t normal, maybe is wholly unprecedented in all of human history of some shit, and he, he—

“Unintentional,” Steve grins a little sheepish at the plate he’d set on the counter, clocking that’s how he’d given himself away, why Eddie was panting a little for the adrenaline rush and the also not just or even primarily about the adrenaline rush; “but like—“

But like then Wayne’s scraping his chair against the linoleum instead of his spoon against his mug, standing up and dropping both into the sink before he clasps Eddie’s shoulder, squeezes, then crosses over toward Steve, does the same and asks low don’t eat it all without me, yeah? and Steve laughs, matches the fondness Wayne aims at him as he lobs back like we’d start without you and Wayne hums his approval before grabbing his truck keys, muttering something about needing cigs—which Eddie’s knows damn well he doesn’t—and then he glances at Eddie with that look, and, and…

Oh, Jesus.

The door’s barely closed behind Wayne before Eddie turns in his chair, knows his knees aren’t gonna hold him just now if he stands, there’s this under-the-skin kinda trembling he can feel that might be his heartbeat or might be his bones quaking apart because, like, Wayne had been looking at him the whole time like that and—

“How long have you been standing there?” Eddie barely squeaks out, it’d be a weirdly humiliating sound either way but it’s not because Eddie can barely process anything over the raucous thunder of his own goddamn pulse because how long has Steve been standing there and, and—

How much did Steve hear?

“Long enough,” Steve finally answers after spending a little time playing with his lips between his teeth in a way that normally drives Eddie a little crazy, but right now he’s a little too nauseated for it to hit.

“Longer than I’d have liked, because the things I heard,” Steve’s voice cracks as he shakes his head, and he looks so crushed, so pained and Eddie feels both sensations wash over him and settle in deep and at ten times the intensity, the weight because Eddie’s caused it. Eddie’s own words fucking made this and he—

“But it was at least as long as I needed, so that I could hear ‘em,” and Steve’s crossing to him, now, crouching a little so grip Eddie at the forearms; “because I needed to hear them.”

Eddie turns, hides his face which makes him feel sick because this is Steve, there are no moments he doesn’t want to see him, to drink him in, to refresh the permanent etching of the whole of him on the insides of Eddie’s eyelids, the ephemeral tangle of Eddie soul so he’ll remember for always what this felt like, what love can be.

For when it’s gone.

“Eddie,” Steve reaches, gathers Eddie’s hands so strong, but sure and so gentle, like he wants to…preserve. So as to keep.

Eddie barely keeps down the seizing tremble to sob, but the cost of doing so cuddles in his stomach to the point where it settles even worse.

“Babe, I needed to hear it,” Steve’s hands tighten on him, thumb stroking back and forth against the pulse in Eddie's wrist; “but now I need you to hear this, okay? Really hear it, please,” he brings Eddie’s hands closer so one of his own can hold both of Eddie’s so he has one free to grasp Eddie’s chin and lift it up, catch his eyes:

“Can you do that for me?”

And that’s the silver bullet: there’s nothing Eddie wouldn’t do for this man.

So he nods. And if a tear he didn’t notice falls when he blinks, Steve’s hand darts immediately to wipe it clear.

“You still think I want a Nancy,” Steve breathes, a lament and a realization rolled into one, that clenches tight in Eddie’s chest.

“You still think it, don’t you, still have this idea of what that was and what that meant, when the real-life Nancy wasn’t even this idea you have of a Nancy and, and then fuck, then the reality of it, like when me and her were anything?” Steve huffs something…bitter out, not toward Eddie and that’s the thing, isn’t it: Steve and Eddie aren’t perfect, and they fight loud and hard sometimes but they’re never bitter, they don’t swipe dirty.

They love—

“God, we were stupid,” Steve shakes his head and oh, well, yeah, maybe Eddie was stupid to fall so far and so deep fucking knowing the lines and limits and flipping them all off nonetheless but—

Then he looks, and Steve’s regretful. Nostalgic in that way where you think of a thing from the past for the lessons you learned for it, the ones you’re grateful for.

And oh.

Oh, Steve didn’t mean them, he meant himself, and…and her.

“You still think that,” Steve bends his chin to press lips where his thumbs have been, and to hold, and to speak against the delicate skin: “after everything.”

It’s not an accusation. It’s not disappointment. Eddie feels both, though: from himself, toward himself.

“Steve,” Eddie doesn’t mean it to come out like a moan. He swears. He swears he doesn’t mean it.

And yet.

“Come here,” Steve’s springing to his height and drawing Eddie first against his middle, tight to the low-center of his chest where the pulse of him echoes like a bell to toll and the he sinks into the comfort in that sound runs through him like cool rain for just an instant before hands are lifting, guiding him to stand and he stumbles a little but he goes nowhere, because Steve won’t let him, won’t ever let him.

All that perfectly placed trust in this man, never proven wrong.

“Will you come here?” Steve murmurs, watches Eddie’s feet and glances up through his lashes to his eyes, down and back, down and back as he leads them to the couch; knows this space like his own, like his home and that shivers through Eddie’s body—it feels right. Like it could’ve been forever, in another world.

But in this world? Steve asks if Eddie will come with him.

“Always.”

Forever the answer. And so he does.

Steve pulls him close, so close, almost in his lap as he curls against Eddie and gathers his hands again, squeezes to conduct his attention—like it could ever stray.

“I need you to listen to me,” Steve breathes so close to Eddie’s ear, hit on his neck; “I need you to listen, and believe me when I say it.”

All Eddie has in him just that moment is to nod, but fuck, does he nod, nods until Steve kisses the side of his head and tucks him under his chin, where Eddie can feel his blood move along by accident.

But it doesn’t feel like an accident.

“I used to think I fucked up with Nancy,” Steve’s saying, and Eddie can hear it as a whisper as well as he can feel it rumble under Steve’s throat; “and I did, but it was like,” he swallows hard, and Eddie feels that too; “it felt like I was the only guilty one, like I had take to all the blame, that it meant,” and Steve’s breath catches, he tenses, his heart trips a little, speeds a little and Eddie can’t not kills at the swell of his Adams’s apple, then the bump of his pulse, to nuzzle the tip of his nose in between, and Steve’s hand threads in Eddie hair: holds him near.

So fucking near.

“That it meant I was the problem, that I was built wrong,” and Eddie sucks in a breath that hurts but not nearly as much as those words, the implication that Steve ever; “that I was like my parents,” and no, fucking no: Steve is ten times most people in the whole world but in comparison to his fucking parents? Jesus fuck, numbers don’t go high enough to compare how much he outstrips them—

“That my love was only ever gonna be bullshit.”

And Eddie can’t help it. He whimpers when he wants to be still, be quiet and let Steve say what he needs to, let him ease Eddie down gently and make the end of this feel softer than it should, than it will with time but with a kindness no one in the world would ever show Eddie Munson—he wants to respect Steve’s space to say his piece but bullshit—Eddie’s come to trust and care for Nancy Wheeler, wonder of wonders, but fuck if he isn’t tempted to slash her tires and shred her drafts right before her deadlines for at least…ever. For fucking ever, because that’s not even in the same reality of enough of a punishment for saying, for doing what she did to this man’s precious fucking heart and if anyone here is bullshit, she’s—

He doesn’t realize how heavy his breathing has gotten, or how tunneled his vision, until Steve reaches a palm out and cradles his neck: an anchor. He’s quiet, and breathes like a light in the dark to follow home until Eddie can see straighter.

He is such…such goodness that it’s hard to do anything but reorientate the whole of him just…just to Steve.

“And I wondered, for a little while, if I put Nancy on this pedestal?” Steve speaks so soft, pressed now against Eddie’s brow, forehead to forehead. “Like she was something better, above me, and could…balance me out. Make the wrongness better. Worthwhile.”

Impossible. Impossible because she couldn’t, she’s not sufficient. Impossible because there’s no wrongness in Steve Harrington. Impossible because Steve’s more often than not the most, if not the only, worthwhile anything Eddie sometimes knows at all.

“But the reality,” and Steve’s tone, it’s…it’s different now. More…sure, maybe; “the real truth,” and yes, yeah, more sure, it’s a certain thing: “is we were stupid kids who saw horrible things, and we were hurting,” and Steve’s head turns just enough to brush lips against Eddie’s temple before bowing back against Eddie’s forehead, both of them breathing the other’s breath now.

Unbearably intimate. It always is but…but like this—

“Sometimes you lash out when you’re hurting,” Steve says simply, leans trusting into Eddie as he does, so forgiving of things that scarred him so deep; “sometimes hurting back, whatever way you can, is the only thing you’ve got.”

Eddie almost can’t comprehend it; is almost infuriated by its dismissal. But there’s…finality that feels like comfort.

Eddie doesn’t understand why, though, or, or how.

“And she was never, above me,” there’s this almost-smile in Steve’s voice then; “her love wasn’t better than my love,” and that’s the true thing, the most true thing maybe, the thing Eddie knew all along without a single shred of doubt:

“And my love didn’t need to be evened out. It was fine. I was fine.”

Then the pièce de résistance:

“My love’s enough just as it is.”

And Eddie wants simultaneous contractions, so deep and so much he can feel them tearing apart something vital in his chest: because he wants to rail, wants to push back on it because that’s not true, that’s too small: Steve’s love is perfection. Steve’s love is the only evidence Eddie’s ever seen that there might be a benevolent god in the universe somewhere, to allow for the tingly giddy joy that floods him under the warm beat of Steve’s love and if Eddie gets that from this love, limited-time-only though it’s offer might be, then Jesus H. Christ, Steve’s love? Enough?

That’s a fucking insult of the kinds Eddie’ll go account a hill tall enough to die on in defense of that love’s—this man’s—impossible, ineffable worth.

“Especially now,” Steve’s easing Eddie’s grip on him finger by finger—he must have grasped hard, squeezed so so tight when Steve shortchanged anything about himself as only just enough but it s a soft loosening, and he’s not letting go in the slightest, and his lips are set soft with a curve at the corners like maybe he knows that underneath Eddie’s indignation, he’s fucking proud of Steve for getting this far, for making progress that big: the know it clear enough to say it like the foundation fact it is when it took so long to unwrite the lies of a lifetime: yes.

Fuck yes, Eddie is proud of the man he loves who is more than fucking enough, who deserves the whole world.

And Eddie’s not the whole fucking world; Steve deserve so much mo—

“Because now,” Steve’s speaking again, and Eddie promised to listen, to believe like either was ever in question, like the cells in Eddie’s body don’t reorient themselves specifically to be near Steve, to cluster closer to Steve to soak in all of Steve—

“Now, this time, it’s this, this totally sincere thing, it’s this wholly honest, this absolutely genuine, like, timed in the rhythm of your heartbeat kinda thing I’ve never felt before and,” Steve rambles a little but it’s so earnest, so heartfelt where Eddie, or Robin—often their ramblings are just tangled-up tangents but this, from Steve: this is intention atop intention, a mountain of certainties vying for dominance to get the first foot out his mouth and into the world to make itself known.

“My love was always enough, but,” Eddie doesn’t like the ‘but’ on instinct, must scrunch his face or fail to catch a little whine for it because Steve’s hand in his own—still there, still there—but Steve’s still-there hand knows immediately to strokes Eddie’s knuckles, to soothe and to ground because Steve does love him in his way for as long as he’s willing, as long as he wants and it’s perfection, so far exceeding enough.

“But this is different from that other love,” Steve’s speaking it low, like the sound waves at that pitch will sync with something elemental inside Eddie’s DNA, inside the cadence of his blood—like he’d want that for some reason, like he does want that, here and now:

“Because it’s so much bigger, and stronger, and real in this whole new way,” and Steve’s lifting Eddie’s hand to his lips, doesn’t have to look to know the way anymore, presses them dead center to the middle and oh, oh it’s everything, Eddie melts a little and his heart’s still pounding almost painfully but it’s singing a little, forever weak and willfully so for Steve, Steve’s touch, Steve’s love—whatever kind, for however long, this real and tangible thing Eddie can see and feel that’s more than he never dared to conceive of, to think he could hold and—

“I love you, Eds.”

And Eddie’s brain does him the courtesy of stopping before his heart does. Y’know: undercuts the capacity to panic where your blood stops pumping and it’s all just white noise inside the whole of you. Because your brain’s already offline anyway.

Helpful little trick of timing, really.

“I thought maybe it was too soon, and I was waiting to say it until you were ready, maybe,” Steve’s looking at him with this potent swirling mixture of apprehension and hope but all of it bundled up in that patent resolve of his, the thing that slays the monsters and corrals the children and reached that first time cup Eddie’s jaw and draw him all the way in; “maybe in case it ended up that you never were ready, but fuck,” and Steve’s breath huffs out of him like something pushes it, like something’s swelling up inside and squeezing on his organs, making the basic necessities of living a struggle and Eddie feels included to reach, to help and soothe but Steve might still look a little hesitant, but, but—

More than anything, the hope’s shining bright enough in the cracks to start winning out.

“Fuck,” Steve exhales with maybe the last of what’s left of his oxygen before he lifts his gaze and goddamn if those eyes are big enough, golden enough and swimming full enough to drown Eddie by default in something so much bigger than what he understand even the concept of love to be but it doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t make sense, Eddie isn’t the dream, he’s not what’s Steve waiting on, but Steve’s hands aren’t just on his anymore, Steve’s hands are tangling with his hands and drawing Eddie’s up under his chin and Eddie can feel him breathing, thinks maybe he can feel his pulse against the skin but it’s hard to tell when Eddie’s own is such a riotous thing, and—

“If I was ever waiting for love, the real thing, the thing right here,” and he squeezes Eddie’s hands tighter, almost nonsensical; “right here,” and he kisses the pads of Eddie’s fingers and holds there close, long and warm like there’s something magnetic there, something worth staying to savor before he leans, holds eddies hands in the bare space between them as his gaze meets Eddie’s and locks there: Eddie couldn’t look away if he tries and then Steve breathes—

“It’s you.”

And Eddie must have heard wrong, same as his lungs, which tighten up to stalling, to causing real goddamn pain behind his bounding heart now because that’s not right, that’s not right—

“Up and down, through and through, forever and,” and Steve’s breath catches, and his eyes fly to Eddie’s, wide not like he surprises himself but like he’s unsure of something, when Eddie’s unsure he’s not fucking dreaming, or maybe goddamn dead and this is his afterlife, his undeserved reward; “umm,” and Steve licks his lips, but never wavers from looking at Eddie like hes the center of the universe, and more than that: some universe Steve wants:

“Always,” he breathes; “forever and always.”

Then he cups both of Eddie’s cheeks and and frames his face, cradles him like he’s dear beyond reason, like every word he said is law and love and light:

“It’s you.”

Eddie cannot fucking breathe.

“So, yeah,” Steve huffs, breathless himself; “that’s, umm,” and he pulls back a little, enough to run a shaky hand through his hair for nerves, and Eddie’s wants to stop him, wants to catch him and bring that hand to his lips but he’s frozen, he’s shaken, he’s stunned because he’s been so sure, he’d been so sure there was an expiration date but Steve had never spoken of one before, then here he’s said always and forever, over and again and both words, every time, were truths where Eddie’s knows Steve’s tells for anything less—these were truths but Eddie’d been sure—

“Guess that’s me pulling my heart out, too,” and Steve gestures between them, chest to chest and Eddie shudders, feels the motion move in his blood somehow: facts. Truths. This man, right here, being brave—having heard Eddie’s words he thought were confessions aimed elsewhere and not shying from them, put handing them back, offering his heart now and how, fucking, fucking how—

“And you can do whatever with it,” Steve sounds sure of that too, almost resigned but mostly resolute; “but Eddie?”

And then he smiles. Soft. Warm. With so much love.

“That’s been true from the start.”

That—

You can do whatever with it.

Like…as if Eddie’s had that heart from—

“Because it took like a second to know it was yours,” Steve spells it out plain, like he knows Eddie will struggle to take it it; he grabs Eddie’s hand and flattens it to his chest, lets him feel the frantic flutter as he exhales fierce:

“That I was yours.”

And between the words, and the certitude; the passion and the pulsing heart under his palm—all of Eddie’s conviction that that this was slowly creeping toward and end, it just…it’s like he held it in that hand.

And the steadfast pump of Steve’s heart breaks it to dust, banished far to nothing.

Eddie’s breath comes back in an incredulous laugh that’s no without tears.

“Mine?” he breathes, hand still on Steve’s heart, eyes trained on Steve’s own, unblinking. Still so close to disbelief.

“Yours,” Steve nods, covers his hand again and presses in. “All of it. Long as you want it.”

“Always,” Eddie answers almost before the last word fades; “always,” and it’s in claiming forever on offer beyond all imagining that it starts to register, to bleed into him full as he chokes out: “I never could have,” then he shakes his head, stacks another hand to Steve’s chest, needs the grounding. The assurance.

And then—

“Mine?”

Steve’s voice is small, but he’s leaning to Eddie’s pulse at his jaw, just the brush of his lips and Eddie shivers, but he turns a hand to drag Steve’s own to his heart, too, because good fucking god—

“Oh fuck,” Eddie breathes, arranges Steve’s fingers to every points around the beating so it’s complete, and fucking proprietary:

“Only yours,” he vows, wholly and complete; “past the day I goddamn die, Stevie,” and he means it, he means it: “only ever been yours.”

And it’s true, and not only because Eddie didn’t really understand love before loving Steve taught him. It’s that, but then: somehow beyond the size of words—it’s also more.

And when Steve leans to kiss him full on the lips, nothing they haven’t spent these last months doing every goddamn day, more chaste even than they’ve been for ages: it doesn’t shift the plates of the planet, or the motions of the tides.

It shifts the way the solar system rotates, the way the universe expands.

Steve tastes like what it means to be alive.

And they stay that way, they lower onto the cushions of the sofa and hold so fucking close, kiss so fucking sure like promises and their celebrations, their renewals and their rebirthings all in one. They kiss until air becomes meaningless, until their lungs burn as much as their eyes, until kisses tears away is commonplace and then spent entire, the moment held close and ushered through as a softness, a commitment to come another unwavering, and then they’re getting the, their breathing is calm and their bodies are pressed like they were made to mould into one perfect shape. They smile stupid at one another, the relief eclipsed in pure fucking joy, now, as Steve nips around Eddie’s face, down how next, to his collarbones: playful. As Eddie twists the soft strands of Steve’s hair and caresses beneath where they fall when he lets go, they start again.

“What kinda pie did you bring?” Eddie asks idly after minutes, probably not hours—they’re still alone and yeah, Wayne knew what he was doing when he left but it’s his day off. And he does love Steve’s baking.

Gets to love Steve’s baking now forever, and Eddie’s not settled enough to resist burying the full width of his grin in Steve’s shoulder for it: another forever-privilege he’s still acclimating to the marvel of.

“Apple,” Steve answers, stretching his neck back so Eddie can fit more fully, more close. “Wayne just said pie, but, I know the deer got your tree,” which they definitely did, the cute little woodland-terrorists, Eddie bought them a salt lick and everything to try and sway their violence. No dice.

“We should look at what it takes for a fence, man,” Steve muses before he reaches, grabs Eddie’s hand to pull it to his lips for a kiss so he can keep Eddie’s face burrowed safe in his neck but still love on him this way all the same as he adds with a knowing grin in his tone, tangible where Eddie’s hand lingers on his lips:

“Plus I know apple’s your favorite.”

And Eddie, he can’t help it, it’s all so fucking much so he, he kinda has to—

He giggles. He giggles, and he tucks himself a little lower, straight to Steve’s chest so tight and he wraps his arms around this man he gets to love, and love with everything, with no end in the cards at all, not ever: he laughs as Steve wraps his arms around him in kind without hesitation, fits around him with no intention of sifting anytime soon, because, because…

An apple pie life. A picket fence love.

Eddie’s heart cartwheels in his chest and he pulls Steve closer, wills him to feel it too, to know what it holds.

All that it holds.

Steve’s arms find some magic way to hold him tighter in kind, like he wants his chest pressed into Eddie’s to share permanent real estate, to meld into one single beating-breathing symphony and…yeah.

Yeah: Steve fucking knows how far this goes, can’t see the end either.

And he somehow wants that, relishes it, smiles so fucking blinding when the lift their heads again and kisses even fucking deeper right up until they hear the gravel rumble and the engine cut and it’s time to slice the goddamn pie, and brew another pot of coffee to go with it, and, and…

And talk about how hard it might be—or how amazing, maybe, even—to put up a fucking fence around an apple tree for the long haul.

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his-angell · 8 months

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Savior. (j.wy)

plot; After going out at 3am to grab a snack from a near by convenience store, you found yourself being followed. Heading to a different store on a busier street, you hope that someone there could save you. Thank god he was there to protect you.

paring; non!idol!Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 1.9k

warnings; being followed, anxiety, crying, cursing, mentions of being drunk, mention of escaped murderer, 3rd person pov

request; no

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(y/n) hummed to herself as she exited the 24 hour convenience store. It was like three in the morning and she had left her apartment about twenty minutes ago, seeking for a late night snack. She had a small skip to her walk, having been lucky enough to get the last pack of her favorite snack that sat on the shelf. She stopped though when she felt a sudden uneasy feeling loom over her.

She frowned and cleared her throat nervously, shaking her head a little. It was that sickening feeling that someone was following her. She tried to push it off, but as she walked, it only grew. She turned her head a bit, pretending to look around the street. Her stomach dropped when she saw a bigger man following her. She looked back in front of her, her hands starting to tremble. She reached for her pocket to grab her phone, only to find it not there.. “Shit.” She whimpered quietly. She had left it at home on the charger..

She felt her breathing starting to pick up. She would push it off as the man was just going the same way, but the way his footsteps matched her exactly told her otherwise. Her eyes welled with tears as the fear creeped up her body. She started to walk a little faster, the man's footsteps seemingly louder now as he inched closer.

She turned onto a different road, because there was no way in hell she was leading this man back to her home. She quickly swiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears. Her body was slightly trembling. She had found herself on a busier street now, thank god. Her eyes scanned store to store, trying to find one that was still open.

To her luck, there was. A sign with bright green and red lights. A convenience store like the one she had just been at. She found herself walking faster, but only a little. She didn’t want this guy to know she was aware of him. Because god knows what he would do. She pushed open the door, scanning the store. Her eyes welled with tears as the girl at the counter was only like seventeen.. She was barely awake, lazily scrolling through her phone. Obviously no help to her.

She glanced back at the doors, seeing the man reaching for the handle. She swallowed thickly and looked around. She spotted at male at the back, he had white and black hair.. She rushed up to him, latching herself onto his arm. “Hey babe! Sorry I took so long to get here!” She said, loud enough for the mysterious man in the aisle behind them to hear.

The man looked down to her, furrowing his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak, when he caught the tears in her eyes. He glanced back to where she had glanced seconds prior. He looked back down to her with a small smile. “It's no problem, dove!” He wrapped an arm around her, holding just above her waist. “Mingi and San are out waiting in the car,” He nodded. He had said that a little louder than his last sentence. He hoped the guy would back off knowing the flight would be three to one.

The man squeezed her side a little, walking over to an aisle further away. “Are you okay?” He hushed to the woman huddled at his side. She shrugged a little, gripping onto him tighter. She only pulled one hand away to wipe the few tears that had slipped down her face. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

The man nodded again, pursing his lips. “I’m Wooyoung.. You want me to drive you home?” He asked, but immediately closed his eyes, sighing at himself. She looked up at him, her eyes a little wide. “I mean.. Sorry- I can call you a cab if you’d like.” He corrected. (y/n) blinked a few times and nodded. “Yeah.. That's fine.” She agreed. Wooyoung nodded a little. He held up the two smaller cartons of chocolate milk he had. “I gotta pay for these, and then we’ll head out.” He said. She nodded.

Wooyoung went to the counter with the girl glued to his hip. (y/n) would never ever say it out loud, but god this guy was so fine. He was even respectful with his hand placements. Above her hip, and now it rested just above the small of her back. This man was literally an angel. He paid for his drinks, giving a small nod to the girl before heading out. He retracted his hand off her back, gently holding her shoulder.

He glanced into the store again, seeing the man staring dead into the smaller woman's soul. He looked beyond pissed. Wooyoung pursed his lips. “Here… You can wait in my car if you want till your cab arrives.” He said. She messed with her hands nervously. She glanced inside the store and nodded. “Yeah.. Please,” She looked up at Wooyoung. He smiled and nodded a little. He opened the passenger door and helped her in, closing it behind her.

(y/n) was about to relax when a loud voice made her jump. “Yahh!! What took you so freaking long?” A male with red hair whined. A blonde boy was shoving at him. “Get off me! Your fat head is so heavy!” He grunted. The red haired boy slapped his chest. “Ugh! Wooyoung, tell him to-” When the man looked up, he paused, staring blankly at the girl in the car. “Who are you?” He asked, a slur to his words.

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but only a small nervous laugh came out. She looked between the two boys in the back seat. The one with red hair stared at her expectantly (not in a snarky way, more curious), while the blonde one looked more confused than anything. “Some creep was following them.” Wooyoung sighed as he got into the drivers side. “What!?” Both boys in the back shrieked, toppling over each other to look out the window of the car. “Let me out! I’ll fucking kill him!” The blonde one yelled. “Yeahh! At least unlock the windows so we can yell at the guy!” The red haired one joined in.

“Mingi, San!” Wooyoung reached back and wacked both boys upside the head, causing them to both whine loudly. Wooyoung sighed heavily, leaning back into his seat. (y/n) was stifling giggles. “Sorry about them.. They had a little too much to drink.” Wooyoung laughed nervously. (y/n) shook her head lightly, waving her hand a little. “It's alright,” She said softly. She looked down at her hands nervously.

Wooyoung held up a finger to her, signaling her to give him a second. He reached into his bag and pulled out the two things of chocolate milk. “Here, you two, drink these.” He tossed them into the back seats. “Oww! Woo, you hit me in the head!” San held his head with a pout. Mingi cackled at him, earning a slap to his thigh. Wooyoung sighed loudly. He shook his head.

He pulled out his phone, going to the call a cab app he had. “It's okay!” (y/n) blurted. Wooyoung looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “If.. If you still wanna, you can drive me home. I don't think I could stand being in another strangers car..” She said. Wooyoung hummed. “Yeah? What changed your mind?” He hummed a little. “Well, I find you safe enough, given that you helped me almost immediately, when normally it takes at least a minute for someone to get the hint. Also, them,” She motioned to the two men in the backseat. “None of you give off ‘im a murder’ vibes.” She covered her mouth as she laughed softly.

Wooyoung chuckled and nodded a little. “That makes sense. Well I'm glad I could help.” He said. (y/n) nodded. “Thank you, really. I’m (y/n) by the way.” She said. “I-I’m really glad I ran into you and not some weirdo..” She mumbled. He smiled. “Yeah, of course! Now, where do you live so I can get you home, yeah?” He said softly. She told him her address, and he typed it into his phone.

As they drove, Wooyoung sparked small conversions with (y/n). But they were always interrupted by the boys in the back. At some point the radio was turned on, and San was screaming the lyrics. Mingi had his head out the window like a dog, after snakily reaching to unlock the windows.

When they pulled up to the apartment complex, (y/n) smiled at Wooyoung. “Thank you again, Wooyoung.” She said softly. “You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Can I give you my number? I’ll repay you with coffee or dinner.” She said. Wooyoung hummed and nodded, handing her his phone. He opened his mouth to speak, but loud “Oooohhss!!” and whistles interrupted him. “God, I'm gonna kill them, I swear.” Wooyoung sighed, making (y/n) giggle. He was like a tired dad taking care of toddlers.

He tutted. “Anyways.. As I was saying, you don't have to repay me really.” He said. She squinted at him. “I’m going to repay you.” She said as she handed his phone back. She had sent a text to herself, so she wouldn’t freak out when a random number texted her. She opened the door, stepping out and grabbing her bag with her snacks. “Waitt.. She's leaving already?” San pouted. “It's okay, we’ll see her again soon, I'm sure.” Wooyoung smiled. “Definitely,” (y/n) giggled and closed the door, waving softly before walking into the complex.

BONUS:

A week had passed, (y/n) and Wooyoung had been talking constantly. She did end up repaying him with coffee one day. He only accepted because it meant more time to get to know her. Even San and Mingi remembered her after they woke up the morning after meeting her. They urged Wooyoung to go get coffee with her. They found them so cute when they were drunk. They even teased him. Calling him a “Strong burly man!” or making teasing comments like, “Ouh! Gosh! You’re my knight in shining armor!” Which earned harsh slaps to their backs.

At some point, they were all comfortable enough to hang out with each other. One night when they were all hanging out, (y/n) was scrolling through her phone. She frowned as she came across a news article. “Guys..” She mumbled, sitting up from the bean bag she was on and moving to sit on the couch with the boys. She handed them her phone. “Holy shit..” San mumbled. It was an article of an escaped murderer having finally been caught and put back into prison.(y/n) would have ignored it, but there was a picture.. Wooyoung frowned and looked at (y/n). “Isn’t that..” He pointed to the phone which Mingi held since he was in the middle. (y/n) nodded and looked down. It was the man that had followed her that night..

Ever since that night, she had always been grateful for Wooyoung. He was genuinely her savior. The night of reading the news article, after Mingi and San went to bed, she had cuddled with him and cried to him about how genuinely scared she had been. This was the first time actually breaking down since the event. He held her the whole time, hushing comforting words and rubbing her back. (y/n) would always look to Wooyoung if she ever felt unsafe or scared. She trusted him with everything in her.

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this was so yummy to write. it was heavily inspired by a story i read the other day. the bonus was written kinda choppy, but i could not just leave it there. i hope you all like ittt.

inspired by @bluehwale 'Unconventional first encounters with ATEEZ!' - Sans part more specifically :)

my requests are open guys, pls pls pls i will write anything. BUT NO SMUT. i will not write that. i love writing angst with hurt to comfort ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoyed! stay safe out thereee! mmuuwahhh!!

all writing rights are reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission. reblogs are appreciated.

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dollyluvss · 9 months

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trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri br-

warnings; oral, gn!reader but also implied trans!reader, pet names(princess, baby, pretty),manhandling :33 sent kink(???idk im just a perv at heart n sent gets me goin) fluff to smut, minors dni!!!

trans!chigiri uses he/they/she pronouns and wants to experiment with neopronouns as well>:3

trans!chigiri who finds comfort in reader especially if you are also trans! chigiri loves bein able to bond with you and get colser, eventually fallin for you hard.

trans!chigiri who dresses however the fuck they want to. hyperfem? short skirt with a crop top, thigh highs n heels? absolutely. baggy pants/shirts with big shirts/wife beaters? of course! completely androgynous, messy/smudge makeup from the day before with unkempt hair? they are walkin down the street with a scowl on their face as he walks to his destination givin everyone who looks at him sideways a dirty look.

trans!chigiri who loves to match and shop with you! if you like dressin any way you want as well she will want ti match with you everyday if you let her.

nsfw under the cut<3

trans!chigiri who agrees to you giving him head, hes so so nervous.

trans!chigiri her thighs are shakin’ like crazy, she’s already pantin’ before you even undress her.

“you okay, princess? your shakin’..” you coo at chigiri as you settle between his legs. hes sitting on the edge of her bed with you in between her legs.

“m’just nervous..just get on with it already..” he replies, turning his head to the side while running his hand through his hair while sighing.

you chuckle at his snide reply, running your hands up his legs, tugging down his shorts revealing black panties. he’s so damn pretty, fuck. you could almost taste them already, their already soaked through their panties and the smell? oh god the smell was divine..you lift their legs over your shoulders and pull them so they are flush against your face. you breathe them in, nose rubbing against their clit slightly. chigiri falls slightly at your sudden actions, they gasp at the sensation and embarrassment. how could someone be so lewd?

“h-hey..! not so rough-” he breathes before he moans, almost sounds like a yelp from a puppy as you lick his cunt through his panties.

he moans your name, loudly. making you moan in response, you could taste his sweet cunt even through the panties. licking and sucking his pussy through his panties before pulling them to the side before you dive back in. licking up his cunt slowly as you look up at him, he’s so beautiful like this. panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. he’s looking at you with beautiful pink eyes, glossy from how much hes feeling. chigiri arches her back as you suck his clit, paying close attention to the cute bundle of nerves. you close your eyes, completely lost in her beautiful moans and please for nothing, her taste is so so sweet. just like her, you can get enough, you need more of her.

you pull away quickly, pushing chigiri back on their back so they are laying on some pillows. you place their legs are on your shoulders again, settling on your hunches and you bend them almost in half. their feet are next to their head in a heartbeat, they are stunned as you manhandled them so easily. you smother your face into their sweet cunt like a starved animal. it felt so fuckin good all he could do was moan louder and louder. your tongue is so deep inside of their cunt they can almost feel you in their stomach, everything’s happening so fast that they don’t realize how close they are to cumming in your mouth.

“f-fuck! c-close..gonna c-cum..!” she moans, gripping the sheets she thinks they might rip, you dont stop at all. sucking her clit feverishly until she start to shake, she squirts, hard. you pull back as she squirts all over herself. she’s panting, starstruck at the intensity of everything. you hold her legs, kissing her inner thighs to soothe her, before she can speak she feels you kiss her clit. it was like you were making out with her cunt, your tongue is deep inside her again as you almost suck her dry. shes moaning again, begging for a break. you pull away, saliva and cum connecting you two as you look at her with eyes of pure lust.

“im not done with you yet, pretty girl.”

woo! i am done! this was steamy, had me all hot n bothered im ngl>;3 i realize tge position chigiri is in at the end is kinda confusin so here is a visual link (its a porn link bc it was only one i could find</3) anyways! this was my first finished smut, how did i do? i hope the use of all three of the pronouns isnt to confusin but do let me know! :)) reblogs are appreciated! mwah have great day!<33

https://m.xxxymovies.com/videos/167174/sexy-ashley-adams-is-bent-over-backwards-getting-her-pussy-licked-and-fucked-on-the-couch/

#blue lock smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #bllk chigiri #chigiri smut #how do i tag this #can you tell i love her #teehee #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #🕷️-bl00dlst!

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pastanest · 1 year

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A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post.

Negan x she/her!reader

Secret

There isnt a smile on your face, you cant allow yourself to let it show, not to everybody else. But as your hands grip the green fabric of your bag, you can feel the excitement of the smile within you, even when it’s so forbidden. Perhaps that makes it better, as much as you hate to admit it.

Shaking your head, you focus your attention on keeping your footsteps at the pace of a steady walk rather than the joyous skips you wish you could make in time with your ever-increasing heartbeat. Gaze fixed downwards, you do well to avoid any eyes that could be on you, despite being all too aware of just how normal the sight of you on this particular journey has become to practically everybody in Alexandria. None of them know exactly why, though.

“You can head home now, I’ve got it from here!” You greet Michonne, admittedly a little too excitedly, but you’re too close to put it off any longer.

The swordswoman gives you nothing more than a small smile and a nod before she takes her leave, dropping the keys into your hand as she passes you. And then, you’re free.

Fingers trembling, you fumble with the keys to unlock the first door, your heart skipping a beat as you step inside and close it behind you. Giddy nervousness takes ahold of you, and you cant bring yourself to turn around, your view strictly locked on the door.

“Hello again, sweetcheeks.”

Your smile erupts free at last, and you spin on your heel, grinning at him as you pull the wooden stool over to his cell door and sit yourself down in front of it. Chuckling at you, Negan strolls his way over to you and sits on the floor with his arms casually holding his knees.

“Have you got somethin’ for me today, or am I lucky enough to just get your company?” How dare someone with a history as sadistic as his, have a smile as insanely charming as that.

“My company is a guarantee, but I do have something else for you, as it happens.” You hint playfully, gesturing to your bag as you place it on the floor beside you.

On the other side of the bars, Negan raises his eyebrows up at you, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, dollface, you shouldnt have!”

Feeling more like a teenager with a crush with every second that passes, you giggle bashfully and start digging through your bag. In no time at all, your hands grasp either side of the sealed rectangular cake tin and pull it out to show him. As you lift the lid, Negan gasps.

“Okay, you really shouldnt have gone to all this effort for me, you know Im more than happy with just your company.” He says, his guilt evident in his voice.

Sighing, you lift a couple of plates from your bag and a large knife. “I know, but you’re stuck in the dark all the time living on leftovers, it isnt healthy. The least I can do is sneak some sugar into your system and breathe some life back into you.” And with a shrug, you begin cutting into the lemon sponge cake you’d deliberately been saving up weekly lemon rations for. Everyone gets their share, but you needed more, and for that, you had to wait.

To match the gesture, a pair of equally lovesick eyes watch your gentle movements.

Placing one slice of cake onto a plate, you leave the knife on the other plate, and turn Negan’s portion on its side, holding the cake to the plate as you carefully pass it between the bars. When he reaches for it, his fingertips happen to brush your hand, securing the cake to the plate so that you can let go, but you dont, not right away. For one precious moment that you know you’ll daydream about until you see him again, your eyes stare into Negan’s with a longing like you’ve never known. You are under strict orders not to ever unlock Negan’s cell, and you know that if you did, you could never bring yourself to lock it again, so this barrier has parted you since the day you met.

“Why is it this guy’s locked up here?” You had asked innocently, particularly wary as you glanced around at the street that was populated with otherwise normal looking people.

How was it that within these walls, these people had built a society like the world before, with a neighbourhood and even a prisoner? It was a little too unsettling, the thought of what a person would have to do in the world today to be deemed by others unsafe to roam around, but not bad enough to simply slaughter.

“He killed good people, and holds no regret or guilt about it.” The leader of the community, Rick, had explained to you all those years ago.

He was a good man, you knew it even on that first day. It was him that had found you outside while on a run and brought you in, to the first safety you’d known since the world changed.

Your eyes had lingered on the staircase that led to the cell of the mysterious criminal, but Rick led you on. After all, the prisoner was not a destination on your tour. It wasnt until a few weeks later, when the ones in charge had begun to trust you, that you had been properly introduced. Some part of you was desperate just to see him, having heard so many different things about him from everyone in Alexandria. You were so curious that you had even volunteered to take some shifts on watch over him, and that was how it started.

“He doesnt usually care who else goes in when Im already there, so it’s safest if I go in first.” Rick had explained as he led you there, but you’d already passed that place with curious eyes enough times to know exactly where you were going.

What Rick said made sense, you’d heard plenty about his personal rivalry with Negan, and knew that Rick didnt often go to him for fear of trying to kill him if Negan didnt shut up, which he infamously didnt. It seemed logical that with Rick there, Negan’s attention would be fixed on taunting him, and therefore made it safe for you to observe him, get used to the type of things you may hear him say when you were to be alone with him.

“Give me a minute, then come on in. I wont give any kind of signal, makes it too obvious to him, so just come in as quietly as you can, when you’re ready.” Rick gave you an encouraging smile as he held your shoulder, and then both his hand and smile were gone, abruptly turning from you and unlocking the door.

Taking a deep breath, you waited, tapping your shoes against the ground impatiently. Maybe 30 seconds passed before you couldnt take anymore, and you followed Rick inside as quietly as possible.

“-such a lovely surprise to have you visit-“

Your eyes met Negan’s, and whatever he was in the middle of saying to Rick was immediately forgotten. Swallowing nervously, you felt frozen to the spot, and as the stranger smiled at you, something strange erupted in your stomach. If you werent desperate to believe it was anything else, you could have sworn it was butterflies.

“Now, this is a lovely surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure, m’lady?” Negan tucked his arm under his stomach and bowed, that dazzling smile charming you even when locked behind bars.

Experiencing things you never thought you’d feel again, like you’d been transported back to the world before, or your memories of it at the very least; you couldnt form a single word to reply to him, and that only seemed to make him grin wider.

Unfortunately for you, Rick took the conversation back after that, and they began their back and forth verbal jabs at each other, while Negan cast flirtatious glances at you. Whenever he said something particularly funny, you found yourself using all your strength to hold back a laugh, while Negan would watch your reactions intently and wink when he saw you really struggling to resist him.

Years have passed since that first day, and so much has changed. Rick sadly passed away, or disappeared, as Daryl likes to say. By now, naturally you know the gruesome details of Negan’s sentence, but you have asked him about every single thing you’ve heard about him, and he has been honest with you. As horrific as his past actions are, you can understand his logic behind them, the rules he had to uphold. Not to mention, you werent part of the group when he was in control of them, so you didnt grieve any of their losses or experience any of their pain. It’s all in the past to you, and you know for a fact that you are the only person here that sees Negan as more than an ancient enemy.

“This is almost as gorgeous as you, how do you do it?!” He asks in humoured disbelief, utterly besotted by you as he picks up some more of his slice of cake and throws it back in his mouth.

Chuckling, you smile at Negan endearingly. “What can I say? Miracles happen when inspired by such a charming muse!”

Negan shakes his head. “Now, dont get me wrong, this cake is fuckin’ good, but make no mistake, the only miracle here is you.”

A lump forms in your throat, and you place your own plate down on the floor beside you.

“If I was some miracle, I would’ve gotten you out of here by now.” Your voice cracks with emotion at the end of your sentence and you’re quick to look away from him, always hating when you get upset in front of Negan because he cant reach out and hold you, and you know that kills him.

“Hey, hey, you stop that right now, you’re far too pretty to cry over some guy!” He teases playfully, hoping to bring a smile back to your face, and of course, he does.

You let out a mix between a chuckle and a scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “Some guy?! Right!”

Negan grins. “That’s my girl, smile for me.”

Shaking your head, you wipe your eyes and sniffle. “I just wish-“

Negan cuts you off. “I know, but your life here would be ruined if you helped me, and I wont let you do that, not for me.”

You nod, accepting defeat because you know he’s right. If you got him out, it would so easily be found to be you that had done it, because you would have been on watch when he suddenly disappeared. And if that happened, it would most definitely be you in that cell. Still, that doesnt mean you dont wish for his freedom far more often than you do almost anything else.

Over the past few weeks, though, the thought has been playing on your mind even more. To the point where you truly struggle to get to sleep nearly every night because you’re busy trying to formulate potential plans of breaking Negan out. Each one seems as unlikely as the next, and you continually fall asleep with a sinking feeling as you realise your own failure each and every time. But as the days progress, the threat of the Whisperers grows, taking up the space in conversations around Alexandria that were usually reserved for gossiping about Negan, the same thing happening in official meetings, and you sit back and watch in complete disbelief as Negan becomes an afterthought.

And quite suddenly, you find yourself packing a bag in anticipation of your next night watch shift over your forbidden love, but this time, it isnt a cake tin that’s concealed. It’s cans of food, bottles of water, flashlights, a pair of handguns, ammo, and spare clothes, both for you and a man. The keys to Negan’s cell are already attached to a loop in your jeans, having been to see Michonne when she was on watch before you and pretending to arrive at your post, only to sprint back to your house the second you knew she was gone. You know Negan is going to be worried sick, he knows you were due on watch tonight, and he knows you’re late, but once he realises why, it’ll all be worth it.

The streets of Alexandria are dark as you take your memorised, most discrete route to his cell, avoiding all the points where you know others are posted on watch. When you reach the stairs, you all but jump down them, and this time when you fumble with the keys, you’re so excited you almost drop them.

Stepping inside, you’re greeted by Negan already standing at the very front of his cell, his hands holding the bars of his cell door, his eyes wild with confusion and worry as he stares at you.

“Where-“

But there’s no time for his question, you’ve dropped your bag on the floor, and Negan stops dead in his tracks. That isnt your usual cloth bag, it’s a waterproof rucksack, and it’s packed full.

“What’s this?” He asks, even more confused.

“We’re getting out of here, that’s what this is.” You tell him, speeding over to his cell door and fumbling with the keys all over again, your trembling fingers retrieving a key you’ve only ever stared at longingly.

Shaking his head frantically, Negan walks backwards until he hits the wall at the far end of his cell. “No, not happening.”

You lock eyes with him so that he can see the fires of determination blazing in yours. “This isnt for you, it’s for me, for us. We are getting out of here.”

The cell door swings open, creaking loudly in the silence left behind in the wake of your clarification, your words sinking into Negan like the raindrops he’s only been able to see from the window for so many years.

He takes a single step forward, then another, then another, each as hesitant as the one before. And soon enough, Negan is standing in the doorway of his cell. You step back, breathless as he walks free, but he doesnt so much as glance at the door to freedom, his gaze stays on you, even as tears fill it. Your vision of Negan is blurred by your own, and when you feel his fingertips graze yours, you gasp, tears flowing freely down your cheeks and undeniable butterflies escaping the confines of your body, enveloping the two of you in a moment neither of you will ever forget. The world itself slows to a stop. Not wanting your own tears to blind you for a second longer, you blink them away, and Nega’s other hand lifts to hold one side of your face, his thumb brushing away your tears as he smiles down at you with the love you’ve felt in his gaze for so long, but can now feel resonating within you.

“Where are we headed?” Negan whispers into the silence, and you close your eyes, nuzzling into his palm with a smile on your face that is of complete and utter peace.

“So long as it’s with you, I’ll be the happiest person in the world absolutely anywhere.” You answer, opening your eyes to stare up at him.

Negan smiles down at you, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You and me both, dollface.”

#negan #negan imagine #negan x reader #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

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mellowwillowy · 2 years

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○ Senior ○

Yan!Dottore x Fem!reader (deity)

Can be connected to Specimen Girl

(You can read their meeting from my post with the title 'Greetings from the Doctor')

Dottore didn’t really regard you as someone important to him at all until he caught you doing something behind the academy’s building. Oh, what a surprise. Starting then, he started to see you as the kind upperclassman that everyone regarded you as. You had always been so kind to him despite his attitude and questionable experiments. That alone is not enough to make him bat an eye to you until his eyes landed on you doing something with your friend.

“ You’ll be moving out from here next week right, sister?”

You turned your head to him. He was mixing inserting some kind of fluid into the syringe, face stoic. True, you’ll be leaving this academy next week because of something urgent. In fact, you might be moving out tomorrow if the situation escalated sooner than you expected.

“ mmh, I‘ll continue my study somewhere else with my friend. Don’t miss me too much, okay?” You poked your head inside his vision, a grin plastered on your face. Dottore scrunched his nose while turning himself away from you. You simply giggled at his reaction.

A giggle that managed to make him shiver for a while.

“ I doubt I’ll miss you at all as a matter of fact” Oh he knew he’s a bad liar. His words didn’t match his face at all. He hated himself for not being able to convince you to stay. He hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything about your problem at all. He was powerless. He was only a student. A nobody.

You were only with him for 6 months and that’s all it takes to make him fall head over heel on you. Someone who finally acknowledged him as a human being. Someone who didn’t judge him. Someone who cared for him. Someone who held him. Someone who’s genuine about it all.

Dottore walked toward you, closing all the distances between you two. You can feel his breath fanning your face. Oh he knew what to do with his syringe.

“ … what’s wrong, boy?” you asked as he cupped your face. You returned his gesture. His red eyes gazed into yours as though trying to pluck out your eyeballs out.

“ Sister, aren’t you tired? Running around here and there?”

“ Wha-?” You were cut off by him. Something jabbed your neck. Something cold and sharp… they syringe. It took few moments before you finally dropped down in his hold. His face remained stoic as he laid you down on the table. Now, should he dissect you up? Or should he yank that eyes of your out? Either way, he only had less than 6 hours before your friend returned.

“ Senior…” Dottore leaned closer to your body as he placed his ear on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeats. Good. He placed a kiss on your lips and hand before he left the table to take all his tools out. He couldn't wait to dissect you up and stuff few lovely things inside you.

“ Let’s start it by drawing out your blood first okay?” and with that, he jabbed another syringe on you.

You woke up on your bed. Weird, you didn’t feel anything off with you at all. You rubbed your neck, searching for a wound or anything. Nothing. Was it all a dream? Your friend had returned with a luggage next to her. Ah, it seems like you had to depart sooner than you expected. Dottore wouldn’t be happy knowing this but that won’t stop you.

Just before you were about to leave the academy, you found Dottore standing by the gate.

“ Seriously sister? You didn’t plan to bid any farewell to me at all?” what a sly boy you muttered out in your head. You simply chuckled at him, opening your arms widely to hug him one last time. He hugged you back, resting his head on your shoulder. Your friend didn’t say anything the whole time despite the cold stares she sent toward him.

“ I didn’t expect you to skip your class just to see me off you know?” You cooed at him as you playfully ruffled his hair. He didn’t complain at all. Perhaps it’s because this might be your last meeting? You let go of him only for him to yank your hand.

“ We’ll meet each other again right…?” It sounded like a plead instead of a question. How adorable. You shook your head lightly while a smile remained on your face.

“ No comment” You answered before you gave him a light kiss on his forehead. And just like that, you left. You left the academy. You left him. And you left an outburst. Everyone was practically screaming, frantically running around. Oh what a sight. A dead body had been hung upside down. To top things even better, it’s not just a nobody but rather, one of the important figure in the academy.

Dottore took advantage over the situation, slipping himself into the headmaster’s office while rummaging the files inside his office. To be exact, the files about human trafficking. He had long known about this but didn’t mind it at all. It’s not like it was someone important to him that was sent away for the cadaver. It’s not like the eyeballs belonged to someone he held dearly. It’s not like it’s the brain of someone he cared for. Of course, the other students were not aware of this at all. How foolish.

He chuckled to himself as he found you inside the list. Nameless.

“ Well, looks like there’s still more for me to learn about you, Senior”

You were supposed to be one of the pitiful souls until that poor hung upside down man fell in love with you. How disgusting. For someone so impure as him to fancy you? No wonder you were registered as one of the students so easily. As if for your little friend, she was also listed in it. Well, you probably convinced that man to let her go too. How adorable.

Dottore ripped the pages about you and your friend before stuffing it inside of his pocket, casually leaving the office with a smirk plastered on his face. Not only has he obtained your blood, he has also obtained few informations about you. He was pleased with it although there’s only few lines about you.

Dottore walked himself to the place he once caught you doing something… adorable. He dug the dirt out before he chuckled to himself. A headless body. Judging from the tattered outfits, it’s undoubtedly the headmaster. He laughed to himself before he finally stuffed the dirt back again.

“ I really still have lots to learn from you Senior. Even the way you managed to intact his damn head back to a dummy without any marks is incredible”

And so, this whole tragedy was covered up the headmaster, preventing any words about this to spread even more. Nobody questioned your disappearance at all. Nobody knew where you went to. Not even Dottore himself knew.

“ Oh well, I’m certain we’ll meet each other again, sister”

True to his words, you did return. With both Sandrone and Childe escorting you to him. Kagami (Mirror Maiden) and Cicin stood behind you motionless. Where’s your little friend? Oh well, whatever.

His earring’s liquid glowed for a while. It’s reacting to the liquid he injected inside you years ago. Oh he could feel your blood inside him tickled him too.

We met again, Senior.

#yandere dottore #dottore x reader #dottore #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader #fatui #genshin x reader #yandere fatui #cult genshin au #yandere cult genshin

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Fighting Fate: Chapter 8

Ganondorf was still, his heart was racing along with his thoughts for what felt like hours to Zelda who awaited to see what he would do after her request. The sudden feeling of him climbing onto the bed and crawling over to her as he carefully held himself up towering over her, she could feel he was slightly tense as he paused in his movements. She brought a gentle hand to his own that laid beside her, gently she brushed her hand over his arm up, in doing so she couldn't help but trace the tattoos along his arm bringing her other hand to match the other as she held his face in her hands and gently spoke.

"Ganondorf?"

He said nothing as he looked down at her, her face so similar to Sonia, but the slight differences were clear. His breathing was heavy as he lowered his head a tad bit closer to hers, his hair falling around his shoulders as the feeling of her hands on his cheeks felt so welcoming. Compassion was not unheard of for him, but this kind...it was something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Suddenly the glow from the stone along her necklace started to glow, the golden glow took both of their attention away from the other. His eyes shone from the light and his mind began to wrestle with the thoughts once again. His breathing became unsteady as he looked away from the stone with his eyes closed, Zelda could see his chest breathing faster and his eyes twitched as she could see and sense the stone was effecting him. It pained her to see him like this, he never asked for this curse. None of them did. Why did the actions of gods from eons ago still echo in them. For her and Link it wasn't the same, she couldn't imagine how Ganondorf felt when he figured our that all he was to the world was a incarnation of Demise. But he wasn't just that...not anymore. She suddenly realized what the stone was doing. It was amplifying her bloodlines power, light, pure light.

Zelda removed one of her hands to hold the stone tight before taking it off her neck in one swift motion as she laid it down beside the bedside table, her power of light slowly diminished away as she brought her attention to him seeing his eyes were still closed but his breathing had steadied. A small sigh of relief came to her as she brought her hand to the side of his chest where his heart laid.

His eyes opened at the feeling of her touch as he looked down to see her eyes fixed on his.

"Are you alright...?"

He closed his eyes once more a he brought his hand over hers gently rubbing his thumb along her skin. His heartbeat started to slow down as his pain dimmed away as he looked at her. He said nothing as he moved her hand away from his chest and slowly sat up now sitting on the side of her as he laid her hand down on the bed. Zelda turned her body toward him seeing he was still holding her hand.

"That was unpleasant...but this." he gestured their intertwined hands.

"I will not lie...is nice. Different but nice."

"I must apologize, my powers effect you in both good and bad. I did not think about the repercussions of the stones effect...perhaps this arrangement...maybe I was wrong." she slowly turned her gaze away from him lost in thought as her grip on his hand loosened. But he would not allow it as his grip tightened.

"Whatever pain I feel, if I must bear it to break this curse. It will be worth it."

What she saw in his eyes was both fear and determination. And with it came a feeling of exhaustion. Clearly the pain from the light took a toll on him and in turn while it didn't show easily, Zelda felt the presence of Demise in that moment, it may have only been for a few seconds but it was more than enough for her to understand. Ganon felt her hand loosen a bit as he looked down to see she had fallen asleep making him sigh as he felt the exhaustion of the day wash over him. He gently and carefully removed his hand from hers before laying the blanket over her small form. He stood up and walked out of the room he eyes glancing at the stone on the table for a moment.

Link POV

It had been a few hours since he left to head toward the Gerudo town, he figured it would be important to find anything about Zelda and now even Ganon. Fortunately Riju had sent word that she and a few other warriors discovered ancient writings, what of though said could only be known in person. In case the Yiga clan tried to cause any trouble. Though it had been some time since he ran into the banana loving clan. Link looked out toward the horizon and saw what he despises every night, a red sky and with it those damn hands again. Every since the day he lost Zelda in those tunnels under the castle those accursed hands would follow him almost every day. He drew his blade and prepared to fight them off, the desert sand would slow him down and with nothing to climb he had no choice.

The hands started to rush him as he jumped up in the air managing to strike two of the hands down before being grabbed by one of them, he quickly felt the gloom's effect on his body as he raised the blade upward to strike once more, causing the hands to let go and shriek in pain. Link looked up and quickly drew his bow shooting a few thunder arrows off at them, luckily he had managed to finish off the last one. But that was far from over, he knew what was to come next. The phantom of Ganon, he quickly drew another arrow this time watching where the shadows were gathering, but something was off. The red shadows started to set ablaze and the form unlike before was not a reflection of the mummified version that he saw underground, the form was covered in black scales and a large x scar on the figures heard burned a bright white. Whatever this thing was, it was different.

The form rushed at him with such speed he almost didn't dodge it. If it weren't for his reflexes he would have been struck. He quickly used Sidons summon and guarded the next strike. But it only managed to stop the horrifying form for a moment. A waited to feel the pain from the blow but it never came. In an instant a bolt of lightning stuck the form causing it to vaporize before him, he looked behind him to see Riju holding her snapped fingers up at the now smoking pit of sand.

She had her signature smirk and her dual blades on her hip. And to match her look, the newly refitted crown of the Gerudo. A sight he was always grateful to see, especially when he needed to fight enemies.

"Seems you ran into the same trouble we have Link." She said lowering her hand to him offering him help to stand, which he took gladly. He brushed the sand off of his skin and the new arm. He gave her a smile before signing to her.

"Glad you showed up when you did...whatever that thing was...it was different from the phantoms I've fought before." He signed as Riju looked with concern.

"Your not the only one to face that demon. Some of our finest warriors have come into contact and for that reason that's why I've called you here. We might have an idea on what it is."

Link smiled as he followed Riju back to the village, where he was secretly glad not having to sneak in like before. Though he did find wearing the clothes to be comfortable it was a little odd for other hylian men to swoon over him. The sounds of the Gerudo children running up to both of them made him smile as they welcomed him.

"Alright children come along...time for your lessons." Riju said as they sighed but they all turned to Link with smiles on their face.

"Will you come by later Link. Please." All of the children started to plead, Link smiled as he nodded and watched as the children ran off to continue their teachings for the day.

Riju motioned for Link to follow her as she they walked down the stairs to the secret entrance to the underground hide out, since the rise of the phantoms and the Gibdos the Gerudo have had to stay on alert. Fortunately though Riju was not one to back down from a fight, Urbosa's blood ran strong with her. Link saw no doubt in her leadership and thanked the goddesses that he had an ally like her. He followed her down to a hidden chamber where he saw across from him a mural with seemed to show a sort of shrine and a way to make it appear. But Riju turned away from it and struck a hidden mechanism on the side making it open to reveal another mural hidden behind the first.

Link took it in, the sight he saw made him worry and wonder. The mural showed the Demon King split into three forms, one of a boar like monster, one of a simple Gerudo man and the last of a dragon. And above the Demon king was a carving of what looked to be Zelda using the stone to split them apart. Link had faced the monster before but the man and the dragon. If he had to face them he would.

"It seems this mural depicts Princess Zelda trying to separate the evil form Ganon. Wither it was a success of not. I'm not entirely sure of which has happened. You faced the boar monster years ago, so perhaps she was able to rid him of that power. You've seen the phantoms of his regular form, but that dragon. I fear that is what to come."

Link feared that what she tried to fix in the past was not possible. The dragon shown may be something he would soon have to fight. A fight he felt could not be avoided. Though what he found odd was how the regular was not angered or rageful but instead bore an expression of gratitude. He saw Riju walk over to a small shelf and grabbed a large red book with the initials N.D.

"We found these a few days ago, they seem to be the few surviving writings of Naboris Dragmire. From what we have been able to translate Naboris claims that one night both Princess Zelda and Ganondorf found out their powers can cause not only harm to the other but in a way negate their own. He would stop feeling the eons of rage he was cursed with, and Zelda was able to keep the words of the goddess at bay." Riju said opening the book revealing some of the text along with very old paintings of the events mentioned.

"But one record has us concerned. it's fragmented and unclear, but it seems the Demon king came to be when a Hylian Royal died, while its unclear as to who this was, some of the writings claim that Ganon was not in control of his own when the deed was done. The rage of eons of bloodshed and wraith made him break."

Link paused for a moment as he signed to her.

'The tear I saw of Zelda and Queen Sonia, it showed the queen's death. I saw him kill her and take Queen Sonia's stone perhaps thats what was written.'

Riju thought on it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"If so it seems one difference though is the Ganon you saw wasn't in control. He may have been taken over by the ancient incarnation of Demise and that caused him attack but if that were the case. What would have made Demise finally appear after all this time."

Ganon was sitting in his throne, contemplating what he would do in his next act. His mind racing with too many thoughts. This union to Zelda was a valuable asset to getting rid of this curse. But he knew that Rauru would never stop until he swore fealty to their kingdom, peace between all of the realms but only the Hylians had true peace guarantee. The night air welcoming as he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering where everything became too much for him. The sudden sound and feel of someone nearby made him react. He sighed when he realized it was Naboris, ever the thorn in his side when he was troubled already.

"What is it now sister."

"You seem to be lost in thought again...is the idea of the ceremony coming up making you get cold feet?"

"No. I'm starting to think this marriage will be nothing but a fraud."

"You truly think Lady Zelda would do that? Lie just to make you behave?"

Ganon sighed as he stood from the throne and turned his gaze toward her.

"She is hiding something, either about me or herself. Possibly even both. I see it in her eyes every time her stone glows."

Naboris watched as he started to pace back and forth as she removed her sage mask. Her long red hair cascaded around her face as she placed it down on the throne.

"Brother...She and Sonia are not the same. What happened all those years ago was not for you to question and you know it."

Naboris sat on the throne as she crossed her legs thinking on her next words.

"Rauru and Sonia married and you can see they are powerful, but theirs was not a political marriage like yours will be. They love each other. And while I know you were pained by it... perhaps Zelda offering you such a chance at peace...is worth the secrets she keeps."

Ganon scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair, perhaps he was right. She was the hylian the seemed to treat him as a equal. But he knew that behind that look was one of fear, an emotion he was all too well with. He looked at Naboris and smirked seeing his little sister. She looked like an actual queen...one he knew could lead his people. Some nights he wished that she was born first...or that he had never been born. A fate it would seem he would never be permitted.

"Perhaps you are right...you are wiser than I would have thought Naboris. If it were possible I would relish the crown to you, a proper leader."

Naboris was about to speak but he held a hand up to pause her.

"No need to worry. It is a role I know you would never truly accept...at least for now."

He walked up to the throne standing beside it placing a gentle hand on her shoulder looking up at the full moon.

"Naboris. If Demise ever returns, I would ask that you do not hesitate. End my life as quick as you can."

#enjoy #catyo90 #new #the legend of zelda #tolk #ganon x zelda #@s-kinnaly #ganondorf #zelda #non canon #fanfiction

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Hai! Can u do an Edward Richtofen x reader where the reader is a trans woman? It could either be fluff, smut or both. Thank you! :]

[Sorry this one took a bit, I had a little too much fun writing it... this first part is over 3000 words >_<]

Medicinal Misunderstandings

Part 1

[Primis Edward Richtofen x amab reader smut (with plot)]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[Feminine pronouns]

[Swearing]

[German]

[Mentions of insecurities]

[Mentions of passing out]

[Mentions of injury and illness]

[Misunderstanding and miscommunication]

[Fluff]

[Smut 18+ only]

[Oral s*x]

[Handjob]

[Teasing]

Hearing his heart pounding in his ears, eyes darting from side to side, Richtofen began to accept his fate. This was it for him. His numb hands tried to clutch his slashed side, the blood loss in his appendages made them weak.

Edward began to remember how he fell into this situation, he was foolish to go alone. Foolish to storm away from his teammates.

“Töricht-! Verd*mmt!”

Eyes desperately flickering from door to door, for any sign of life or lack thereof. The vision of the beaten walls began to blur with his movements, the lids of his eyes grew heavy and hard to keep open.

“Bitte, Edward, so nicht- bitte-.” His voice, strained between the shallow huffs of his breathing. He spoke as though he was praying, attempting to keep his semblance of fleeting consciousness.

His eyes began to close as his vision faded out, in his last moments he saw a figure stumble into the room.

Edward's hearing was the first sense he regained, hearing people talking, though they were muffled and distorted. He was not even capable of distinguishing the voices of the people surrounding him or perhaps he didn't know them.

The bright flickering of the dying fluorescent bulbs above him, dug into his eyes when he had regained enough strength to open them. Edward's hands flew to his face covering his burning eyes, a hissing sound leaked from his mouth.

The sound earned the attention of those around him, two men quickly glancing toward him. Both startled, yet slightly relieved. As Edward sat up, his mind moved even as his body did not, a swaying sensation came over him. The rhythmic beating of his heart filled his ears, “ugh, Sch*iße-!”

A hand flew to his mouth, he gagged, one of the two men kicked a blue bucket closer to him. Richtofen found it, vomiting into the small bucket, “When smarty gets back let's ask her if that means we can kill him.”

The voice earned Richtofen's attention, lifting his head, eyes meeting with the two men. One had a pistol drawn, the other held a knife extended in his hand.

“Nein, bitte…” Edward paused at their confusion, “Please, you don't want to kill me.”

“And why is that?” The man with the knife spoke up, stepping closer to the doctor.

“Finn, wait, let's wait until (y/n) gets back…”

The man holding the knife began to back away, locking eyes with his teammate, nodding slightly, eyes tracing back to Richtofen.

“How many allies do you have?” Richtofen asked, laying back against the cold cot he was laid on. A hand found his chest feeling his rough heartbeat, his white button up opened, exposing his pale torso.

“Just us and-”

As if his words had summoned you, you entered the room, closing the door tightly behind you. Breathing heavily, a cut on your upper arm oozing deep red blood, you bared your teeth when you turned.

Grabbing the wound, your face clenched together in pain, “F**k!”

“Hey, hey, What'd you do?” Finn, your teammate with the knife, ran to your side, “What happened?”

“Couldn't find anyone else -except for more creeps, ran into a wall -tryna get away… Pulled the cut, sleepy gave me, open.” your words were rushed, to match your breathing, you winced as you removed your hand.

Finn glanced back to Richtofen, who was now sat upwards on his cot, “Well, sleepy is awake… and I think European. Not quite sure what his first language is, though.”

“Anything I should take note of about the sleepy European?” You said, your eyes finding his own.

“When he first came to, he threw up… Does that mean he's infected?” The man with the gun asked, keeping an eye on Richtofen.

“No. No, Al, that's semi-normal for fainters. Saw it alot back at the hospital.” your eyes closed in on the German, he was still woozy from coming to, not so long ago, “Were you out there by yourself for a reason, sir?”

“I just got separated from mein own team, tell mich, how did I get here?” Richtofen asked, glancing back at the gun, your teammate, Al was holding.

“Miss smarty, right here, found you passed out and brought you back here. She used to be a Doctor, before, well, all of this.” Finn patted you on the back.

Your pained demeanor faltered, for only a moment a soft smile took its place, “I really need to bandage my arm, Finn.” You said, moving away from his grasp, you offered the German a soft smile, “And get him some water it'll help him feel better.”

The German watched as Al rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself. Before, begrudgingly, doing what he was told, bringing Edward a small canteen, “it's fresh, don't worry, we boiled it already.”

Edward nodded when he took the small piece of metal, only now realizing how dry his mouth was. Taking a swig, Edward felt the cool water run down his empty insides, the

feeling making him squirm, “D-Danke.”

“Of course, mr.-?” You paused, looking at the Edward quite quizzically.

“Richtofen. I am Edward Richtofen.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Richtofen.” You smiled, hand loosening from around the slash on your arm. Soft steps traced over to your small tin first aid kit, taking out rolls of bandages and gauze.

The three men all watched as you applied it to your hurt arm, the German's eyes followed up your body to your face as you bit your lip in concentration. Finn was the first to get the hint, rolling his eyes only to turn and leave the room. Al noticed his teammates absence and quickly followed, leaving the two of you alone.

“Eine… doctor?” Richtofen mumbled to himself, eyes tracing up your body, “that means you bandaged mein wound, ja?”

“Yes, that was me, why?” You turned away from your arm to shoot him a glance, “Is my work not to your liking, mr. Richtofen?”

“Nein- not at all, It's just, I never would've guessed…” Richtofen shut his mouth, worried to say anything else.

“Would've guessed-?” Your words ushered him to continue.

A deep chuckle fell from his mouth, “ich never would have guessed someone like you would have been such a skilled hand.”

“Someone like me?” You repeated, insecurities flooding your words, you bit the inside of your cheek, finishing your arm. The words you wanted to speak failed, you gave the German a quick nod, before walking out.

Richtofen watched, unsure of why your demeanor towards him had suddenly shifted, but the slamming door gave him the impression he had upset you. Left lying on the cot, while the painfully sharp feeling of the gash on his side seeped into his body. He could only cover his face with his hands, expelling a groan, “Scheiße, Edward, really?”

Edward was unaware of how long he had been left lying there alone, he had finally begun to drift asleep before the door slammed. The sound alerted him, he jumped up, pulling at the healing wound on his side, his hands quickly shooting to grab at the pain. The German looked up as he winced, “Thank Gott, you came back, mein pain is-” Edward’s words stopped seeing your teammate, Finn, eyebrows so closely knitted it looked as though they were connected.

“I'm not here to help you, Dumba**.” Finn spat, anger lacing his words, “what makes you think you can speak to her like that?”

Finn glared down at him, confusion taking over the doctor's expression, “I-I’m sorry? Was?”

“Don't play dumb, (y/n) told us what you said.” Finn lowered his face, getting incredibly close to the pained German. Richtofen's grimace, making the angry man smile, “your going to get what you deserve being a bigot after she saved you, you already cut her arm all up when she found you!”

“I injured her? Bedienen.. ‘a bigot’, I don't unde- I complimented her work-!” Richtofen defended himself, “und said, it was strange that such a young woman was such a skilled physician.”

“..No- you said ‘someone like her,’ you…” pausing, Finn gained a look of confusion. “you really weren't being a d**k?” Finn's anger melted away.

“Nein, I would never-...” Finn retracted at Richtofen's words.

“Well, you really hurt her feelings..” Finn said, backing away, “But I'll try to explain the miscommunication, it's been so long since we've seen her this happy…”

Finn's eyes dropped down to his feet, Richtofen nodded watching as Finn moved past him, leaving through the door.

“A bigot?”

Finn had tried to explain the German's words to you, but you did not care to listen, “his values are not my responsibility, I'll have him healed and then we can send him on his way, Finn.”

Your teammates eyes were full of sorrow as you pushed past him ignoring his words, “Y-You don't mean that-” Finn called out, his hand grabbing your shoulder, “It has been so long, since we've seen you this happy… it might have been when you first started transitioning, and I know that it is none of my business but-”

“Then why do you care so much, Finn?”

“Because I want to protect you that's all I've ever wanted.” Finn's hand slipped down your arm, latching onto your hand. His fingers rubbing soft circles on the back if your own, “and if that means helping you f**k this German guy, so be it.”

Your soft laugh brought a smile to your teammates face, “Fine, Finn. I'm listening.”

“He's just weird, he didn't mean to offend you, or at least that's what he told me.” Finn's eyes glanced up, staring at your own, “He's also in a lot of pain, right now.”

“Shit. I forgot I was gonna bring him medicine.” Your mind was suddenly returned, the level headedness you always seem to possess taking back its place. Finn watched as you ran over to a small table, picking up a small packet and your flask of water, “thank you, Finn, for everything.”

You made your way back into the room the German doctor laid in, when you entered he didn't look at you. He didn't speak. He just laid there. Pain had seeped into every inch of his body, radiating from the wound on his side, his hands grabbed at it, in an attempt to quell the soreness.

“Mr. Richtofen?” He didn't Answer.

You moved closer into his line of sight, his eyes squinting and face tightly together. His sad grey eyes traced over you once more, “Es tut mir leid, truly, I understand what you choose to do next.” You could only spare him a small laugh.

“Open your mouth.” You smiled as he glanced up at you, quizzically, you lifted the pill packet into his view.

His eyes widened slightly, only for a moment, filling with hope. He nodded, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, you dropped the pills on his tongue. Your hand found the underpart of his chin, carefully holding it as you helped him drink from the flask, he sat back with a satisfying “ahh” sound.

“I would also like to apologize, mr. Richtofen…” his exhausted grey eyes found your own.

“Was? Why?”

“Finn allowed me the knowledge that I had taken your words out of their meanings and it's something that I have always struggled with.” You looked back at him, “I'm just a little insecure about certain qualities I possess…”

“I don't see why, you should know you are incredible to behold, und mein heart beats twice whenever you send that soft smile my way.” He spoke, smiling, “aber I am so tired at the moment.”

You smiled, nodding, you crawled onto the small cot, Richtofen was surprised at first but slowly happiness, true happiness, had taken over. His small smile, grew as he rubbed your cheek, your hands found his face as well, pulling him to you. Capturing his lips in a heated embrace, a cascading moment of small kisses, breaking apart and moving right back onto another. His knee situated itself between your legs, he smiled, holding your body close.

The two of you drifted off like that, your head planted on his chest. His slow breathing comforting you, perhaps it was the connection or the safety of having another person there but it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while.

The morning rose and so did you, waking up and being met with the German holding onto you, tightly. His small exhales were the only noise in the room, you could only smile, it was perfect.

Small discontented groans left the germans mouth as you pulled away from his embrace. You tried not to wake him, yet he still stirred, grey eyes finding you. A small smile pulled at his lips, “Guten morgen, Frau doktor.”

You chuckled at his funny words, “Gesundheit..”

Richtofen shook his head, his small smile still present, “not quite.”

Your hands reached for his face, the pad of your thumb finding a scar on his cheekbone, rubbing the healed wound playfully. Richtofen's hand enveloped your own, pushing the palm to his lips, giving your hand a quick kiss.

“I'm very sorry that I was so cruel to you earlier,” your soft emotional smile replaced with a slightly more somber one as guilt pried into your mind.

“All is forgiven, you have been more help to mich than anyone has for as long as I can remember.” He spoke, leaning forward, his eyes staring into your own.

“I'm sure that's a fabrication, Edward.” You smiled at him, “still I can't help but feel bad.. Is there anything I could help you with before you're healed enough to leave?”

Edward's eyes widened at a thought, quickly as they did they glanced away from you, almost fleeing your presence. A faint hue of red dusts his pale features, “Nein, not really… Unless..”

Your heart skips a beat as he looks back at you, teeth gripping onto his bottom lip for comfort, “..Yes?”

“You do not have to encourage me, if you feel uncomfortable with my actions, please tell me..” With his disclaimer out of the way, he snaked a hand to your jawline, tilting his head slightly to stare up at you, “I have known very few people as affectionate as you, I enjoy it quite a bit… more than I thought Ich would. Und it is very likely we will not get another chance like this…”

“You want to have s*x?” You finished his words, his embarrassed demeanor deepened, only nodding as his face reddened much more, “I would love to.”

Carefully pulling away from his grasp, you slid off the cot, pulling his trousers down. Edward watched with unspoken prayers as you toyed with him, your upper half laid on the cot beside him. Your hand gently stroking him, small gasps and moans seeping from his mouth.

Kisses from your mouth trailed up his p*n*s, your hand finding his balls. He was interesting to jerk *ff, due to him being uncircumcised, watching as the skin pulled away from the tip and recovered it. Biting your lip in anticipation, “Ready?” You looked back up at him, who looked down at you with a soft stare.

“Bitte.” His word was strangled, but said with a smile and him closing his eyes lightly.

“I'm glad I could help… It would've been unfortunate had I been an unhelpful b*t*h.” You laughed, he opened his mouth to reply but your mouth found the tip of his c**k far too soon.

Richtofen's head tossed back as he released a guttural moan, “Nein. I do not care for that description-”

You pulled him out of your mouth, your hand pumping around him, “I was a little bit of a b*tch though..”

Pushing your lips back to his tip, you stared down at him, expectantly, “your actions were justified, you assumed I was being unhöflich.”

“Ah- Scheiße-! Even if you had been you're still a very kind und gentle woman-...” Richtofen's voice was clouded by pants and moans, his head laid back in ecstatisy, “Aber, you have to know that you are quite beautiful und very good with that mouth of yours- Gott-!”

You twisted your hands around the base of his c**k, while your mouth pleasured the tip. Taking him in your mouth slightly, your eyes wide as they stared up at him. His face a grimace of pleasure, made your own pants tight while you pleased the German.

He groaned out, his hips thrusting himself further into your mouth, when his chattering had died down you removed him from your lips, watching as he looked up to you almost immediately.

“No, no, no, don't stop talking now, mr. Richtofen, please-” You began to stroke his c**k, your hand pulling the foreskin back, the red tip almost aching for any kind of stimulation, “I love hearing that gorgeous accent of yours.”

His hips stuttered as you continued to pump your hands around him, “bitte, bitte, please, in den mund… Rein-!”

His whines echoed, sounding like music to your ears as you teased him, you licked a stripe over his c**k, kissing the tip. Your hand twisted and pumped faster, it was not long before Richtofen was only holding on by a thread. His moans and whines were silenced when he pressed his hands to his mouth, before a prolonged muffled groan was released. He hit his climax, evident by the white strands that covered your face, you tightly closed your eyes, the German spread out panting. You wiped your face, carefully, only to open your eyes and see him carefully observing you.

“Yes, Mr. Richtofen?” You spoke, quietly, moving to sit on the cot, “anything else I can help you with?”

“Nein, aber I want to please you now..” He said, placing a hand on your thigh, his hand inches away from the bulge in your pants.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “That's sweet but I did just put your stitches in, it could be bad if they busted..”

“Es ist mir egal..” His hand rubbing the inside of your thigh, his soft and tired smile almost begging you.

“I don't know what that means..” You laughed, leaning down to peck his cheek, Edward's hands looping over your shoulders.

“Please… we may never have another chance like this..” His gruff whisper in your ear, was nothing more than a simple plea, a plea that elicited quite the response.

The quick turning of your stomach made you gasp out as his hand ran over your bulge. Your heart raced as he palmed you through your trousers, “Bitte, allow me this..”

A swear and a groan trickled from your lips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh to hold the others back. Edward's large, pale hands moved to unbutton your trousers, his neck craned to watch as he worked. Greyish eyes flickering from his hands at your crotch to your face, eyes closed and mouth whispering silent prayers.

“You look so wunderbar.” He whispered, his hand fully grasping your hard er*ct*on. Pumping slowly, he teased you, his calloused thumb rubbing small circles on the tip. You laid your head back letting out a gasp as Edward teased you. Your sweet noises mixed with the grinding of your hips against his hand brought a sweet smile to his lips, “So wunderbar.”

#cod zombies #edward richtofen #primis richtofen #transgender #queer author #x reader #edward richtofen x reader smut #edward richtofen x reader #Richtofen codz #fanfic #gay #smut #cod smut

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myfavouritelunatic · 1 year

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The Blacksmith

Finally found the time to edit and upload! Thank you all for your patience, and again for your words of kindness that are truly sustaining me and keeping the inspiration flowing! ❤️😘

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, and Eight!

Chapter Nine

The two of you dressed quickly, and you thoroughly checked Halbrand's armour to make sure it was securely on him. You felt the ship come to a rest, its destination reached. The fear was starting to creep back in. Would this be the last time you would ever see him? The paranoia was unavoidable, and he saw it in your eyes, and your trembling hands. He took them in his, holding them still, bringing them to his mouth. A soft yet lingering kiss, eyes closed as he savoured the feel of you. "A heartbeat, remember?" You sighed deeply and nodded. "Yes... only a heartbeat."

Halbrand kissed you, before just holding you in his arms where you both stood. The only sounds in the room were your breath and the beating of your hearts. Soon enough, a knock came at the door. When no words were uttered, Halbrand invited them in. You turned to see Commander Galadriel dressed once more in her spectacular silver armour, her hair braided beautifully. An elven warrior ready for battle. She smiled at the sight of you, happy to see you and Halbrand reunited. "And when did this happen?" "Not soon enough." spoke your love, holding bitterness for the past. "But not too late." you countered, trying to grab onto any positive you could. He looked down at you and smiled. Galadriel's warm expression began to fade, shifting to a determined one, her next words matching it. "Unfortunately, we must make haste. Elendil expects we reach Tirharad with the sunrise. They are readying the horses as we speak."

Halbrand nodded, and the three of you swiftly exited his cabin. You turned your head back as you left, knowing it would be the last time you would be inside. The memories you had made in there would stay with you always. You disembarked the vessel quickly, making for the horses stationed nearby. Soldiers had already began to congregate, finding their horse and mounting it, the plumes of white from atop their helmets blowing in the night air. Galadriel found Elendil, who pointed her and Halbrand in the direction of their own horses. The she-elf would be riding a white horse that suited her fair appearance, whilst your love would command a glorious brown steed.

Galadriel mounted her mare and prepared herself. You scanned the sea of soldiers and noticed almost all of them were ready to charge. "Come Halbrand, we must not delay." she spoke, and bid you farewell, trotting over to Elendil and the Queen Regent. It was time to say goodbye. and it was going to take every ounce of courage you had, for you could already feel the tears forming in your eyes. You crashed your body into Halbrand's in a frenzied embrace, and he squeezed you tightly. Before you broke apart completely, he kissed you passionately, one last time. You returned it in equal measure, memorising exactly how it felt, praying a day would never come where you would forget it. As it ended, Halbrand rested his forehead against yours for a moment, then stepped away to mount his horse. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, for neither knew what to say. He kept eye contact with you until the last possible second, before riding off, charging with the rest of the soldiers. Your tears spilled over and you covered your mouth, as you saw Halbrand reach Galadriel's side, and you stood there motionless until they disappeared on the horizon.

Before you could spend too much time overthinking every single aspect of what could happen, a voice called out to you from a short distance away. It wasn't one you were familiar with, but considering everyone else you knew had just galloped away, you turned towards it as if it were an old friend. The voice belonged to a young woman, similar to you in age it seemed, with gorgeous auburn locks that stopped at the top of her belly. She had a kind face, and grinned at you as you made eye contact. She introduced herself as Nisarien, and she had been put in charge of you by Queen Regent Miriel. Her watchful eye made flesh it seems. You wondered then if word of your reconciliation with Halbrand had reached the Queen. No doubt she would be pleased, and hopefully not too concerned with the movements of your love. You decided to again heed the advice Miriel had given you, and be wary of Nisarien. Although she really did not come across as the suspicious type.

As the first beams of sun finally broke through the sky, those that remained behind began to set up base camp, which would sit in a position of safety with a vantage point in case the enemy advanced too far. You remained with Nisarien and followed her lead, from setting up tents, beds, a makeshift kitchen, and whatever else needed attending to that wasn't already looked after. You were grateful to be kept busy. "So what exactly brings you along on this quest?" you asked your new companion. "I work in the palace, closely with the Queen Regent. When she was looking for volunteers, I did not hesitate." "What about your life back on Numenor? Don't you have a family or friends that will miss you?" "Oh yes, very much. I come from a rather large family actually, and I have a twin sister." "Did she come as well?" "Sadly no, I am the sole being of my kin to set foot on Middle Earth. Which I think is rather exciting." she exclaimed happily. She was almost too happy and it made you uneasy. "Speaking of exciting," she began whilst unloading medical supplies. "I've heard all about you! Your majesty!" she giggled.

You didn't quite know what to make of Nisarien, and you prayed she wasn't the gossiping type. You just continued to organise the supplies as she unloaded them, waiting to see what she'd say next. "You two were the talk of the crew the whole journey across the sea!" Too late, the gossip's been had. "Oh we were, were we?" you humoured her, and she nodded giddily. "Oh yes you were, my lady! At first it was the rumours of the stowaway, 'Who is she?' 'Why is she here?' 'How did she get on the ship?' and then once your connection to Lord Halbrand and Commander Galadriel was confirmed, even more rumours were spreading, 'A low man with a Numenorean woman?' 'It's a lie, she's up to something.' 'They're both up to something.' I mean I could go on and on with this!"

"Please don't." you said without hesitating. You had heard quite enough. Suddenly you felt like a hundred eyes were on you and you wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away back in Halbrand's cabin. However there was maybe only ten of you that had remained behind to fulfil your duties. Still, you could feel their gazes on the back of your skull. How much did they know about you, about Halbrand? Did they see the surface of it, a blossoming romance filled with turbulence? Or had they dived beneath the waves and seen the truth of it all that lurked within the murky depths? You begged it to be the former, and told yourself that whatever rumours they might come up with would not be as bad as the truth. Or could they be worse?

"So how long have you worked in the palace for, Nisarien?" you changed the subject before your mind could wander too deeply into the darkness. Nisarien didn't even blink as she went along with it, talking about herself and her daily life in service of her Queen. After an hour or so of this, you decided she was harmless, and despite her penchant for gossip, she clearly was not the type to commit any ill deeds, whether on behalf of the crown or not. The sun shone brightly in the sky, morning well and truly underway, yet you were quite exhausted after your labours, especially after not getting enough rest the night before. "Nisarien, I'm going to lie down for a while, now that things seem to be on track." "Of course, my lady." she grinned, then wished you pleasant dreams. Something told you that whatever dreams you might have would be anything but.

You stood atop a great tower, a giant sceptre symbolising your power over the land. An obsidian sky stretched out as far as your eyes would go, the lands over which you ruled were endless. Beneath you raged armies at war, elves and men against orcs, good versus evil, weakness versus power. You could hear the screams of the dead as they fell in combat, the metallic clashing of swords, the roaring of battle cries carried up to you on the wind. Your black dress flowed around you, your crown sharp as thorns. You glanced over to your love, who appeared nothing short of spectacular. His dark charcoal armour glistened in the glow of the mountain as it erupted in the distance. He too wore a crown, six long spikes sat atop his head, like claws grasping at the heavens. His long hair brushed behind him by the breeze. He turned to you then, noticing your gaze. As your eyes met, you felt a surge of power hit you. His hazel orbs were gone, all that remained were black slits, serpent like, surrounded by glowing irises that shone like embers. He smiled at you and called you to him without words. You obliged and let your bodies collide, and as you gazed at the death, decay, and despair at your feet, a lustful kiss was exchanged, the hunger within you both begging to be satisfied. "How about we join them, my love." he spoke, his eyes wandering back down to the pit. You hummed in devilish delight. "Yes... let's." you responded, excited for what was to come. Upon your descension into the masses, you stood back in awe as your love wreaked his havoc on his enemies, killing all who came near. None were a match for the lord of the rings.

A sonic boom stirred you from your slumber, bringing you back from the nightmare your mind continued to hold you hostage in night after night. The very ground shook beneath where you had been sleeping, and your stomach dropped instantly. Surely it could have been anything, but your gut told you otherwise. There was only one thing it could be: the mountain from your dreams had erupted. You did not yet know why you were having these visions, but the coincidence of them, the timing, sadly made sense. And you knew of a mountain that matched the description of the one you had seen in your slumber, that was located not far from Tirharad.

Suddenly your stomach dropped even more. Halbrand.

You screamed and hurriedly ran outside the tent, the sunshine blinding you from above. You didn't wait for your eyes to adjust before sprinting out across the hills before you, trying to get to the highest point, to confirm your suspicions. You could hear Nisarien calling for you but you ignored her. You didn't stop running until you reached the very peak, then scanned the horizon before you as you caught your breath. You didn't have to look for long though. In the distance you saw it. A giant ash cloud hurtled high into the sky and wide upon the ground below. You clasped a hand to your mouth in shock, not believing what you were seeing. You heard footsteps on the grass around you, as others of your company had followed you to this view point. The weight of what you were witnessing took its toll on you, and you fell to your knees in grief. No one could have survived.

You remained in that spot for what felt like an age, watching as the darkness from the volcano spread out across the sky, just like in your dream. Soon day turned to night, but you were unable to move. Eventually, Nisarien came to fetch you, reminding you of your duty. "It's some kind of miracle... somehow... some wounded have started to arrive." she spoke heavily, unable to understand the words she was speaking. "Halbrand?!" you exclaimed in hope. "No, my lady, no sight of the Southlands' King." "Then leave me. Do not disturb me until he is returned." "But my lady-" "I SAID LEAVE!" you screamed at her then, your tears threatening to drown you. Nisarien gasped and backed away in fear, scampering off quickly. You knew going with her was the right thing to do, but you did not care. You had resigned yourself to let all men suffer until your love was returned to you.

Tagging: @starlady66 @chimeracuddles @denzit @restless-tides @king-halbrand @mordorgp @myrsinemezzo @wanderleave @hikarielizabethbloom @lordhalbrand

#halbrand x reader #sauron x reader #halbrand/sauron x reader #halbrand #sauron #charlie vickers #the rings of power #trop #lord of the rings #lotr

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coldshrugs · 10 months

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perhaps 💗 + estinio if you’re feeling it <:

thank you dani!! i am always feeling it 🥴

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft || 790 words || allusion to nudity/sex, but it's really just morning-after mush.

The sun winks between thick, velvet curtains, the single sliver of light determined to fall across Estinien’s face. The rest of the room is still comfortably shadowed in early morning gray. Realization creeps into his senses like the unusual warmth spreading from the source beside him. He wakes fully, trying to quiet the thunder of his heartbeat in his own ears.

Io is loosely curled on her side, ink-blue hair draped across both their pillows and covered only by his sheet bunched around her waist. She sleeps soundly, unaware of his quiet observation.

This is the first night they've shared a bed–among other firsts.

It replays in his mind, fragmented and out of time: a dozen images–remembered sensations–of her hands on his body, her just parted mouth, his patient ache for her soothed and amplified in equal measure. She is his, the realization settles in his mind, heavier under the weight of her serenity. In a manner she doesn't and cannot belong to the rest of the world, she is his.

If she were not here now, Estinien might think it a dream. He rolls onto his back, palms digging into his eyes. It feels real enough.

So real that his movement disturbs her. Io stirs and pulls the sheet up to her chest. He watches the sleepy, twitchy smile that creases the skin around her eyes. She’s holding them shut, pretending he didn’t wake her.

“You’re shit at mummery.” His voice is thick, more gravel than teasing sweetness. He wishes he’d cleared his throat first.

Io opens one eye, a sliver of blue darker than the shadows around them glancing his way. She sets her face to firm seriousness before closing it again. “Is this better? Shall I snore?”

“Would it be more believable?”

“Even less so.”

“Let no one say you’re inconsistent.”

Io bolts up into the sunbeam, rounding on him with an open grin and sleep-heavy eyes, ready to wield the steel edge of her wit in this feigned indignance. “I–”

But the banter dies on her lips. She sees him and freezes, clutching the sheet tighter against her chest. Estinien can’t quite name the emotion in her expression. Only sees that she is suddenly aware of the greater context he had the luxury of noticing quietly.

He assumes she will shy away. Pull into herself and flee the mortification of this vulnerability. It would not be against her character, and he would not begrudge the instinctive withdrawal.

Instead, she reaches up to smooth her hair, wide eyes drifting across his face, his unclothed chest, and back again. He catches her thick swallow, then the sheet falls away as she leans in.

Io approaches, illuminated from behind. Slow and golden, like amber. There is a moment, tiny and insulated, in which he considers once more if this is a dream. If there is a more beautiful sight on this star, he has not seen it. He doesn't care to. In the liminal space between her anxiety and certainty, her outstretched hand before it meets his skin, the fading distance keeping him from her affection, Estinien wonders why he should deserve this. Her friendship, her companionship, and if he were keen to wager… her love.

Io’s fingers graze the gnarled scar on his shoulder with the same tenderness they did the night before. He closes his eyes, and she indulges in the privacy. Fingertips sweep along his collar, over his neck, and down to his chest, where her hand rests, finally, over his heart.

There is a question in her kiss. A need for reassurance after sharing something rare, inviting him to see a part of her reserved for few. Her lips drag across his, each gentle press lingering longer than a single breath.

Estinien gathers her in his arms and answers in kind. He matches her unhurried movements and magnifies her intensity, until nothing remains of her self-doubt. She pulls away with an easy smile, but doesn’t go far.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers between them, biting her lip, and he will be thinking about that all day. “I should have more decorum during such an occasion. Instead, I asked you if I should snore.”

Estinien kisses her again, then clears his throat. “And what of it? We sleep together, and now humor is forbidden? Your comfort makes me glad.” His thumb strokes a steady rhythm across her back.

“You could not make me more comfortable if you tried, a fact that has been well-demonstrated.” Io settles on his chest, proving her point. Her fingers skim over smooth muscle and raised scars without discrimination, and Estinien is in no rush for this to end. “I hope we will have more mornings like this. I like your sleepy voice.”

#azia writes #io laithe #io/estinien #i have had pieces of this sitting in my drafts forever and it's disjointed-ish but i'm posting it :>#enjoying just. posting this thing #it was really important to me to think about io's reaction to this tbh #she's demisexual. she's private and reserved. she craves intimacy of all varieties and still has trouble accepting that she's lovable #like on an individual level. person to person. she struggles to think of herself being desired romantically/physically in a really raw way #and losing that fear to the point of it NOT being a big deal to be waking up in estinien's bed--even in an established relationship--#is kind of a shock for her! she has no more walls up with him! she can't even invent one!#okay ramble over goodbye

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tripl3ts-sturni0l0 · 6 months

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Future

Prompt: Y/N and Matt are in a long term relationship and lately Y/N has been questioning their future. Being overwhelmed Y/N cannot sleep, so Matt takes her to go for a drive and they talk everything out

CW: mentions of anxiety/ anxiety attack, little cringe, crying, kissing, some swearing

Y/N's POV:

Matt and I had a date night in our room tonight, we ordered pizza and watched our favorite movies in a blanket fort he created on the floor. After a while we cleaned up, I changed into a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie, and then we crawled into bed together.

He kissed me goodnight and pulled my body close, cuddling into me. Shortly after that his breathing slowed and the rhythm of his heartbeat had become steady. I closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to overtake me, but it never did. My mind started racing with my usual overwhelming thoughts.

Matt and I have been together for five years now. We started dating when we were eighteen and have known each other our entire lives. Matt has always been my best friend and since I was twelve years old I have been insanely in love with him. Luckily for me when we were eighteen, Matt had confessed that he felt the same way and ever since, we have been together. Two years ago, we even bought our own place and moved in together.

Now at twenty-three years old we are still going strong, but I have started to question our future together. I want to get married and have kids, but what if he secretly doesn't want that? Sure we've both expressed that we want that, but why hasn't he proposed yet? Is he unsure? Did he change his mind? My mind races a million miles an hour.

My breathing picked up as my anxiety really set in. Suddenly I started to feel my chest tighten, I sat up and walked to our bathroom, trying to calm myself down and get my breathing straightened out.

"Baby? What's wrong are you- oh no my love." I hear Matt's sleepy voice say as he enters our bathroom. I look at him with tears in my eyes as I try to calm down, but seeing that I woke him up just upset me more. He walks over to me and grabs my hands placing them on his chest to feel his heart.

" It's okay sweetheart, you'll get through this. Breathe with me, feel my breathing and match it, love. " Matt calms me down. I slowly start to feel better after what feels like an eternity. I look up at him and he takes his hands and wipes my tears away with a sad smile encasing his lips.

"Y/N, you know you can wake me up whenever you feel like that, honey. God knows I've done it to you a thousand times before. I want to help you baby, you gotta wake me up." He says caressing my cheek with his hand.

I let out a deep sigh. " I know, but I hate waking you up. Usually it goes away faster than this I'm sorry I woke you up, my love." I say. He shakes his head at me and says, " Never apologize for that babe. I'm glad I was here to help. I just wish you woke me up sooner."

He pulls me into a hug and he holds me for a few minutes, caressing my hair, swaying us side to side lightly and leaving kisses on the top of my head. I shut my eyes and focus on how he feels in my arms and it's almost enough to make me fall right asleep. He notices this and whispers into my ear, " I know you must have had a hard time sleeping, love. Do you want to go for a ride? Those always seem to help you calm down and fall asleep."

I nod my head into his chest and he picks me up and carries me downstairs. He puts me down so we can both put our shoes on and grab our jackets, then he grabs his keys. He takes my hand and we walk out and get in the car.

We start driving and I still cannot sleep. He puts one hand on my knee rubbing small circles to help relax me, but it doesn't work. He frowns at this and says, " Maybe you should talk about it baby. It might help you get it off your mind so you can sleep."

I let out a shaky breath, fighting not to cry. After a few moments I finally speak up. "What does our future look like to you?" I say. He glances at me with a confused look , which quickly turns to a look of worry.

" Well, I see us getting married and having babies, maybe getting a dog or two. Honestly I want whatever you want, love. I just want to make you happy forever. What do you want baby?" He says.

I feel a few stray tears fall down my face as I let out a breath. " I just want you, Matt. I want everything with you. I love you so much. I just want to make sure you want this too. I don't ever want you feeling trapped with me or that we have to do certain things like getting married or having kids. I want those things, but if you don't want them we don't have to have them because I will be happy as long as I have you." I sob out.

He pulls the car over into a random parking lot, unbukles his seat belt and gets out. He comes over to my side, unbuckles my seat belt and helps me out of the car. So there we were standing in the rain

"Did I ever make you feel like I didn't want those things with you? Baby, it's all I've ever wanted. I'm sorry I made you doubt our future. I promise you we are gonna have all of those things. You know what? This isn't how I wanted to do this, but fuck it. " He says.

Before I process what's happening Matt pulls out a small jewelery box from his jacket pocket and drops down onto one knee. My mouth falls open and I start crying even harder than before. I look at his face and notice he's crying too.

"Y/N L/N, this is not planned at all and I'm sorry because I wanted to do this differently. I wanted to make this super huge deal for you and so I was waiting until I had everything sorted out. Nick and Chris have been helping me plan for the last week actually ," he chuckles.

"Right now feels like the right time. Y/N I want to have a life with you, I want you to have my last name, I want to have a family with you, I want it all. The good, the bad, the crazy, all of it. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You have been my best friend, my person, my first love, love of my life. Will you please be my wife?" He says.

I crouch down onto my knees as I nod my head vigorously at him. He pulls the ring out of the box and slides it on my finger as I grab him and hug him. He stands us both up and kisses me passionately, the rain pouring down, soaking us entirely.

We get back in the car and drive home. He holds my hand placed on my thigh and runs his finger over my ring and I smile. "Y'know Nick and Chris are gonna be so pissed that this happened without them." I said laughing.

"Yeah Nick is never gonna shut up about it. They'll both get over it though." He said laughing lightly. We pulled up to the house and went inside, discarding our wet clothing and changing into dry clothes. Then we headed upstairs to our bedroom.

"Do you feel better baby?" He asked as he snuggled up close to me in bed. "Absolutely. How could I not after all that excitement?" I said smiling into his chest. He lifts my chin up with his hand and kisses me slowly and softly on the lips.

"God I can't wait to marry you. Gonna make you my wife." He says between kisses. I wrap my arms around his neck as he buries his face into my neck, placing kisses to it. "I love you" I say as I start to fall asleep. "I love you more, love." He says as slumber consumes me.

The future may be unknown, but at least I know it's ours.

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I have a ton more to upload! Let me know your thoughts/requests!!!

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #oneshot

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maple-writes · 5 months

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WHG 21 - The Reaping

This took way longer than it should have but it's something ~1.6K words.

tagging @concealeddarkness13 @pen-of-roses @ratracechronicler

POV: Rantha

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I’d never seen Wayton so busy before, crowds likely larger than the population itself seemed to have gathered from what I’d glimpsed on the way in, led by Jack’s tight grip on my arm. He shoved me into the small town hall building, hardly more than an office to discuss town planning and hold important records. Inside Hannah and Mark, who I’d seen around but never really spoken to, were waiting for me.

Jack shut the door behind him and drew the blinds letting only a sliver of light shine in through the dusty window. No one spoke. All I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears, feeling it hammer against my chest. My breath seemed too loud in the quiet, standing still under everyone’s eyes. Was I supposed to break the silence? Nervously I fiddled with one of the chains around my wrists, running my hand over the links that matched the one around my neck and around my ankles.

Outside muffled noises of chatter came from the those passing by on their way to the town center. I’d gathered that there was something happening today, and that I would be sent away. No one would tell me where and I got the sense that they didn’t really know themselves.

“Did she suffer?”

Hannah’s voice surprised me, directed and poignant in the small dark room. She didn’t need to tell me who she was talking about. Irene had come in after her mother’s funeral, furious that Cecil had been gone and I had performed the ceremonies on his behalf. Drunk and spitting insults and threats there was nowhere for me to run. She stood between me and the door with only a desk between us. When she reached for a gun I shot first.

I shook my head, heart heavy and eyes lowered. “No, it was quick.” We were close enough that I shot her in the forehead. “I wouldn’t have left her there if she was alive and in pain.”

Beside her Mark growled, arms crossed tight across his chest. “Good thing you didn’t because if you did I’d consider beating you myself before handing you over to that ambassador.”

A hand closed around the back of the chain around my neck, pulling up and making me gag at the pressure on my throat. Jack yanked me back. I stumbled and choked, hands at my neck to try and fight the pressure as panic and breathlessness built in my lungs.

He sneered, pulling higher on the chain necklace. “A monster like him should never have been allowed to train under Cecil in the first place. Didn’t we all know this would happen?”

I struggled against his grip, choking like a hanged dog. This was wrong. It was wrong for anyone to touch a mage’s chains like this, especially in anger. Hannah and Mark watched cold and uncaring as dark closed in from the edge of my vision inwards, my head light and dizzy and my hands weakening. I stopped feeling the pain of the chain digging into my throat and my eyes grew heavy.

Jack let go and pushed me down. I landed on my side on the hard cold floor, gasping and panting to catch my breath.

“Lucky for you they want you alive.” He glared down at me. “Now get up and dust yourself off to make yourself at least half presentable.”

I took a couple more long deep breaths and pushed myself to my feet. My throat ached, sore and tender where I brought my hand to my neck. My other hand clenched to a fist by my side but I didn’t dare act on it. Keeping my head down I chewed on the anger threatening to come up from my stomach, on the curses I wanted to utter.

It would only prove them right.

I kept my head down when they lead me outside and a roundabout route to the center of town. A stage had been built, or maybe brought in, the material far too shiny and new looking for it to have come from around here. We stopped tucked away by the side of the stage where a strange looking woman had stepped up to the front of the stage. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t figure out how any of her many dazzling layers connected to each other, or even where one piece ended and the other began.

I wouldn’t say it to her face because that would be rude, but she looked weird.

She started a speech, one I couldn’t hear very well from where I stood. Jack held my arm in a tight grip, fingers digging into my skin hard enough it would bruise by tomorrow. Not that there was any need for him to hold on so tight. Where would I go? Where could I run to unarmed and against everyone who’d ever hated me?

Maybe they would let me say goodbye to Cecil before they took me wherever this woman had come from.

“There’s your cue, hope they eat you alive.”

Before I knew what was happening Jack pushed me towards the stage, pointing towards the stairs. The speaker had stopped speaking, waving enthusiastically for me to come join her. I took a deep breath to steady myself and walked before I could think too hard about it, putting one foot in front of the other. My skin burned under the stares of the crowd as I crossed the stage.

My legs wobbled and my heart worked its way up into my throat but I kept my breathing as calm as I could and kept my back straight like Cecil had taught me. In times of stress, crisis, and fear a mage was to appear calm before others. A mortician mage especially at times. Serving those who were grieving, preparing and investigating the bodies of those whose lives were taken too soon, sending loved ones off and calling for the attention of spirits and gods, I could show no apprehension. The last thing anyone needed was a nervous mage to set everyone else on edge.

Would he be proud of me now despite what I had done?

“And here he is!” The woman standing center stage grinned wide, her teeth unnaturally straight and white. She tossed her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in beside her. “Rantha Cathartes!”

She flashed another smile, and out of the corner of my eye I saw it waver just a moment when no one reacted, as if she’d expected fanfare. I took a deep breath and tried not to make a face at the strength of her perfume. The pause went on way too long before she decided to move on.

“Well then, wish him luck and he may just end up among the best of the best!”

Her smiling mask slipped again when the crowd didn’t give her what she wanted, some even scowling at the idea of wishing me luck.

She sighed, muttering under her breath, “huh, tough crowd…” A quick breath and the showmanship was back. “Thank you all for your hospitality. We’ll be setting up some equipment so you can view the whole show from right here once it all gets started. Farewell and may we meet again!”

This time she didn’t spare a moment to wait for a reaction, turning me with her arm still over my shoulders to guide me off the stage. Even if I knew I wouldn’t like what I saw I looked out at the gathered crowd as we walked. Familiar faces, people I’d grown up alongside, people who lost parents and children and friends by my mother and father’s hands.

At the far end of the square I found Cecil. He stood leaning against the side of a building with his lanky black dog Taiga sitting by his side. Dressed in his mortician mage’s cloak he watched and I faltered for a moment at the look in his eyes.

I’d never seen anger like that on his face before. Sharp eyed and strong jawed like that it looked like he could damn near burn Wayton to the ground. Taiga mirrored his expression with her ears pinned back and lip curled to show sharp teeth bright against her black muzzle. Together they noticed I’d seen them, heads moving in unison to follow my path across the stage.

Cecil’s face softened, eyes closing while his shoulders raised in a deep sigh. He nodded once. The same nod he’d given me countless times, a quiet token of approval and praise for something well done.

I was lucky we’d reached the other side of the stage and down the stairs because I couldn’t keep up the unreadable facade. Tears ran down either cheek, joining together under my chin and dropping down to my shirt. What ever happened next I knew that despite everything I’d made him proud. That in what was more than likely the last time he would ever see me he did what he could to show me thought as much. That he didn’t hate me, hadn’t washed his hands of me after finding a bloodied corpse where I should have been waiting for him to return. That he probably still loved me.

#whg 21 #Honey/Rantha #Bristlecone (wip)

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