#in another way its - i like this companionship. i like waking up to you and i like ending the way with you. i like talking to someone who

[ruporas]

lonely

[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #but onto this comic... i think and talk a LOT about vash's loneliness bc trigun is just. kind of central on that for a good while! esp in #the original manga he was alone for a good portion of it and he tends to keep others away like how he ran away from meryl and milly when #they tried to tag along. and he was kind of bothered when he realized ww was following him around Too. at the core even though he loves #humans and he loves deeply the people he does know -- he isnt really much of a people person and i think thats been the case since he was #young considering his initial doubts towards humans... with the exception of kids bc kids dont give him moral conflicts. so suddenly #here comes wolfwood!!! his guide. someone TRULY affixed to him until he has to get to knives. someone who isnt budging and someone whos #really good at following him around and even seems like he goes like 5 steps ahead to make sure vash doesnt run on him #in one way its - i don't want you to follow me bc i don't want to burden you and i don't want you to kill the people i want to save. #in another way its - i like this companionship. i like waking up to you and i like ending the way with you. i like talking to someone who #knows my world. i like being in your space and sometimes i enjoy talking about our day #theyre just living together. like. roadtrip buddies or theyre also under the same roof because they're going everywhere together. #trimax they mainly spend their mornings together and if they had personal business attend the other person would usually know and itd only #be during the midday. anyway bc of this kind of companionship i figure that vash eventually grew accustom to it and he really. cant go back #to the kind of loneliness from before. it's harder to imagine and it'd be harder to withstand. esp after 2 years with lina and her grandma. #ruporas art

[sabersandsnipers]

Drabbles: Just One Bed

Featuring: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Lord Gortash

Inspiration courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting

Astarion

There’s only one pillow. So you and Astarion have to share. Neither of you want the annoyance of waking up with neck pain. And after arguing for a bit, you realize neither of you is winning.

Despite trying his best to keep distance between you, it’s incredibly difficult while trying to share a pillow. His body cradles yours. His lips nearly touch the back of your neck. For a while he manages to keep his hands to himself, but as his eyes grow heavy, his arm snakes its way around your waist.

Your body feels like its on fire despite his cold skin. You’re worried the rapid beat of your heart will keep him awake.

Somehow sleep eventually finds you. In the middle of the night, you roll over to find a more comfortable position. When you wake up, you find your face buried in Astarion’s chest.

He himself hasn’t slept since you rolled into him. He’s kept his arm slung over you, though, and has listened to your steady breathing all night.

When you attempt to move away from him, his grip around you automatically tightens. You freeze, waiting for him to realize you’re awake, but he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t want to. He can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. Your body is warm and soft, and he never wants to leave this bed.

Gale

The bed is roomy, which you’re grateful for. There should be plenty of space for you two. There’s no blanket though, so Gale roots through the closet for one.

Gale clears his throat, and you turn your attention to him holding up a rather small blanket. One that definitely would not cover the whole bed.

“You have it,” he hands it to you. “I’ll be fine.”

You hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Most definitely,” he replies, already making his way to the bed.

You climb in next to him, pulling the blanket up to your chin. It’s barely big enough to cover your own person. You look to Gale, who’s turned away from you. He looks so exposed, and frankly, uncomfortable.

“Gale?” you say.

“Hm?” he turns to look at you.

“Do you want to share?” you ask. You hold up the blanket so he can slide in.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He scooches over to you, and you let the blanket drop around you two. You let out a sigh of contentment as the warmth of Gale’s body presses against you. You usually run cold, so you’re grateful he accepted your offer.

He wraps his arms around you, because there’s no other way for you two to get comfortable. In the night, he even drapes a leg over you. You don’t mind, you even find yourself nuzzling into him, seeking every bit of warmth you can.

Halsin

A rainstorm tears your tent in the night. The cold splatter of rain on your face wakes you. Your bedroll is soaked, along with most of your belongings. You groan, getting out of bed so you can seek shelter with a companion. 

Out of all the tents before you, Halsin’s calls to you. You know it’ll be the warmest. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you make your way to his tent. 

You poke your head in. “Halsin?”

He wakes, an alarmed look on his face. “What is it?”

“My tent ripped. Can I stay with you?” A shiver slinks through your body. 

He nods. “Of course.”

He opens his bed roll a bit, and you see he’s naked. Your jaw drops. You hesitate, part of you feeling like you’re crossing a line. 

But then another shiver hits you, and you practically run into his arms. You sigh as you slide into the warmth of his bedroll. 

Halsin groans. “You’re freezing.” 

  “I know.” You don’t hesitate to press up against him, soaking in all his warmth. 

  “You’ll warm up soon,” he says, rubbing your back. Then his voice hits your ear. “You’d warm sooner if you removed your clothes as well.” 

Your stomach drops. You know if you do this, your companionship is going to get a bit complicated. But the thought of his hot skin against yours is too tempting.

He helps you out of your clothes, your heart fluttering the whole time. When you’re fully naked, he pulls you into his chest. Your heart pounds, but you relax against the heat of him. 

He fully cocoons you, wrapping a thick leg around you to pull you even closer. You feel your body start to warm, and the shivers start to cease. You try to ignore how perfectly lined up you are to him. You know sleep will be impossible like this, but it’s worth it to spend the night in his warm embrace.

Gortash

You may have had one drink too many. The wine Enver provided for you was far too good to go to waste. And waste you did not.  The last thing you remember is the soft cushioning of a bed before darkness took you. 

The harsh morning light wakes you. The first sensation that hits you is that of a pounding headache. The next is that of a pair of strong arms encircling you. 

Confusion hits you. You don’t remember going to bed with anyone. You feel your underwear is on, so nothing happened with whoever is in the bed with you. 

You slowly turn your body to see who this mystery person is. You’re met with the strong face of Lord Gortash. Butterflies fill your belly. He simply invited you over for dinner, and here he is letting you sleep in his bed. 

He’s sound asleep, his soft breathing evidence of the relaxed state he’s in. He’s sleeping shirtless, and you tentatively place your palms against his strong chest. You feel the strong muscles rippling under his skin. 

He stirs slightly and you quickly hide your face against his chest. He shifts, his chest hairs tickling your skin. His powerful arms hold you so gently.

With your headache forgotten, and Enver’s body sending waves of warmth through you, sleep finds you again.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion imagine #astarion x reader #halsin #enver gortash #halsin imagine #halsin x reader #Gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #gale imagine #Gortash x reader #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash imagine

[slutforalastor]

Confessional

Human Priest Alastor has a particularly committed parishioner with an unholy request. NOT APPROPRIATE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Tags: SO MANY CHURCH REFERENCES, light voyeurism, temptation, bloodletting, church AU I guess if you wanna get technical, way too many big words for plotless smut

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

You kneel before a shadow, crossing yourself. You know the shadow's face, having spent countless Sundays smiling from your lips and weeping from between your legs during his service. You know that he can see you, perhaps even recognizes you. You're aware of the purpose of confessional, the supposed tenants guiding the practice, but you are not here to absolve yourself. You seek indulgence, not purification.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been eleven months since my last confession. These are my sins. I harbor impure thoughts, thoughts that I know have been given to me by the Lord. He is guiding us towards a union, perhaps to conceive, but for some holy purpose, regardless. There can be no other reason why you'd occupy my every waking thought, why my maiden's bed feels so cold and empty, as though incomplete without your body next to mine. Each and every night, I sin in that bed, allowing my own hand to guide me to an incomplete release. It never gives me any feeling of blessing, only of deeper desire to blaspheme. My soul is forever lost without your faithful shepherding, Father."

The shadow moves, clears its throat, no trace of emotion to be gleaned from his intonation.

"My dear child, you seem lost, confused. As a man I am flattered, perhaps even humbled, by this confession. But you must hold steady against these impure delusions, for God has placed me on a different path."

His rebuke only serves to hasten your desire. You feel yourself laden with honeyed need, leaking against the inside of your thighs through your underwear. You know he can see you kneeling, prostrating yourself before the judgment of your holy superior. Still on your knees, you lean back, hiking up the fabric of your skirt, pushing your hips up to present your ruined panties. "Holy Father, you are a servant of the Lord, are you not? Would you deny that one of your flock is in need? Would you leave them to temptation in solitude, with only their hands, the devil's playthings, for companionship?"

His voice betrays the first sign of will being tested. "This could just as easily be a test, a bit of trickery from the Devil himself."

"Who better to rid me of devilish desire than one who speaks on God's behalf? Who baptizes the young, unifies lovers, grants last rites to the condemned? Serve your Lord and banish this Devil from my loins, if you be pious, if you be merciful."

His voice is trembling now, thick with an intent you had hoped to provoke. You are intriguing him, winning him over. Summoning your courage, you draw your underwear down to your ankles, clumsily preening your sex the same way you have been whenever the heat between your legs burns like Hellfire. "See for yourself how the Lord makes me a conduit. Would you call this the will of the Devil? The need of a woman for a man?"

"I have taken an oath..." he stutters, choking on his own words.

"An oath to serve your parishioners... Would you bear witness to sin, knowing you can make it holy?" you bleat, the lamb on the altar, bound by ropes fastened to your soul. The Priest stands, and you can see his shadow making the mark of the cross, muttering a prayer to himself. Your self-defilement doesn't even slow, the low, wet sounds of hungry flesh accepting your phallic substitute the only sound in the confessional. In another moment, you hear the door opening, and your savior stands framed in the light of the jamb.

"Bless you, Father," you moan. He shuts the door, and in the dimness, you capture the full depth of his radiance. His brown hair drapes in front of his eyes, standing as a buffer between those nearly-black irises and the small circular frames that grace the bridge of his nose. A nervous sweat shimmers on his dark skin. His cassock is disheveled, his silver cross hung up on one of the higher buttons, collar greyed at the edges from sweat.

"We must make haste to rid you of this curse," he breathes, tugging at his collar. Thinking on its symbolism, he detaches it entirely, leaving it hanging on the doorknob. With rough strength, he brings you to the chair one could use to confess face-to-face, bringing your arousal level with him when he drops to his knees. He inhales, something within that bouquet seeming to pique his interest. "You reek of unholy desire."

"It has tormented me, Father."

"I can see now what you mean. It would be irresponsible to leave you in such a state. I shall grant you this mercy, my child. God will heal you through me."

With a slight tilt of his head, he partakes in your communion, his lips brushing over the outermost of your folds, murmuring a prayer against the electrified nerves. You can feel every syllable evoked against your body, sending ripples of heaven cascading through your system. You are certain that God's holy presence is being imparted from the teasing edges of his lips into your body. His tongue parts from between his pursed, muttering lips, lapping at the inside of your sex, searching for something buried deeper still. Your hands dare to caress his head, guiding him towards the spot he seeks. Charting into fresh territory, he stakes claim to it, his eager tongue seeking out places you've yet to even map yourself. Each press of it is a blessing, the burning ache in your flesh the doubtless throes of a demon being flayed from your soul.

"My dear, I'm beginning to wonder if I misjudged. Your taste is divine."

Your fingers dig into his thick locks, pressing him to persist even further, to reach past the purgatory of your desire. You feel his nose grinding against your most sensitive spot, something you have never had a name for, feeling every time he inhales and exhales, his mouth far too preoccupied with more concerning matters. You are fighting to keep your carnal affectations from becoming any louder than a whining wail you smother in the small of your throat, lest it be loosed completely unrestrained.

"You're doing well to keep your voice lowered," he praises you. "You are a true servant of your Lord."

"I-I am in his service," you affirm, your words snaring every time his tongue darts against your walls.

"Your dedication deserves to be rewarded," and he pushes himself as far as the limitations of flesh permit, lodging his lapping extremity so firmly within that you startle nearly upright, sharp nails that bite against the fabric of your clothes urging you back down. "He says 'be still and know that I am God.'"

You groan against the scripture being branded on your innards, a new sensation creeping across the tensed muscles of your legs. With a muffled moan, he is baptized in your release, and he offers a satisfied sound of approval. Your legs quake against the ceaseless undulating of his attentions, finally extricating himself when he's had his fill of you. He runs the long, thin thing that just concluded making a mess of your insides over his glistening grin, still slick from your consecration. Your focus drifts downward, to the crook that will shepherd you to salvation tenting the fabric of his soutane.

"Traces of habitation still remain, my child. We must take measures to save your spirit." He undoes the lower buttons of his robe, exposing himself to you, as he would have been in Eden. You can feel it against you, afire with purifying heat, sliding against your sopping entrance with anticipation. "Accept these rites."

"Bless me, Father," you whine, grinding yourself against him.

"Please, dear, call me Alastor." It's not permission; it's a demand. He waits, poised against you.

"Please give me your blessing, Alastor."

His lips curl into a grin, his canines so jagged and long that they're the first teeth you see. "God answers all prayers in good time." With a shove, he enters you, your teeth clenching, your breath shorting at the feeling of this union. He can't help but let a pleasured grunt leave his lips, and he catches your eyes as the last inch of him slips inside, brushing an errant strand of hair from your eyes. You feel cold, flushed at the overwhelming relief of finally being face-to-face with what you'd thought could only be in a fantasy. He gives a thrust, testing the waters, shaking your faith. You whimper against the force of it, still growing accustomed to the sensation of being taken. "Do you feel the sin drying up? The demonic need being purged?" Alastor wonders, driving himself into you with ever-increasing force, his restraint abandoned. "In its place will be holy admiration, a want to submit, as all of God's good creatures must possess."

"I will be a good creature," you promise.

"The best their ever was," Alastor croons, his jagged incisors hunting for the soft of your neck, carving runes against the submissive skin, seas of red pooling in the canyons. "Will your blood run black, as a demon's, or red, like the dust of the Earth? You have the allure of a succubus, but the taste of a virgin." His nails ribbon your collarbone, leaving oozing trails like spilled wine. He partakes of this communion with the same vigor as before, drinking it like an elixir. Your nervous hands grasp against his back, enfeebled fingers digging into the fabric of his clothing. Through all of this, his rutting has never slowed, increasing in desperation when he samples your blood. When he pulls away, you can see it trickling against his teeth, his tongue dragging over the surface to crudely clean them.

"I have dreamed of this, Alastor."

"Our lord works in mysterious ways," he assures you, clawed fingers still tracing thin rivulets across your skin. "I am nearly at my limit," he pants, burying himself against you. His thrusts finally slow, each push against you deliberate, purposeful. With his body laid against yours, his mouth is laid by your ear, and you can hear every facet of his breathing, every pant, moan, and inhale he makes broadcasting into your brain, the only sound you can hear. You are as close as he is, and you wrap yourself around him as he pumps into you one final time, his holy fire coating your insides, his assured breaths becoming high-pitched whines as he spasms against you, driving you to your own climax. It is nothing like what you've made yourself feel; it sends shockwaves through the taut fibers of your lower half, makes you cry out in uncontrollable lust, leaving your limbs clenched around Alastor as the last of his climax is left spilt within. You feel his chest heave with a deeply drawn breath, his sigh in your ear scattering chills across you. "Do you feel purified, dear?"

"I worry that I will have further need of your services, Alastor."

He pulls away from you, his smile sadistic yet sincere. "The clergy lives to serve, after all."

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #radio demon x reader #the radio demon #Priest!Alastor #Human!Alastor

[aynavaano]

Tech is always right

Hunter x F reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5k

Summary: After you became part of the crew Hunter noticed your nightmares and offered comfort by letting you sleep in his bunk. But it soon becomes clear that you both want more.

Notes: I wanted to write wet Hunter for so long and here it is. This is basically porn with very little plot, I know we all want that, we thirsting, we hungry little bitches. We have oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mention of creampie. All for our favorite sergeant

You've been running with the crew for a while now, and the way you all crossed paths still feels like something out of a holovid. It started in the midst of chaos. The mission they were on went sideways and Wrecker was down. After the war you tried to make your way on your own and now you found yourself tending to Wreckers wounds who got hit by an explosion right in front of you, just as the Empire started orbital bombardment on the city. It was a close call, but the Batch wasn't about to leave you behind, not when the sky was raining fire, Hunter pulled you and Wrecker onto the Marauder just seconds before they took off.

As the battles raged on and the injuries piled up, it became clear to them that they really needed someone who could provide medical support and technical expertise—a role you seamlessly filled. Your skills not only helped Tech with the ship but also ensured that the team stayed in good shape despite their frequent injuries.

Nightmares had plagued your sleep for weeks now, leaving you restless and weary but shortly after you became part of the crew Hunter offered you comfort by letting you sleep in his bunk.

It is another one of those sleepless nights, where the darkness of the ship seems to echo the darkness within your mind. The dim glow of the cockpit lights illuminate the Marauder and you sit alone, bathed in the soft hum of the ship's systems. Fingers absentmindedly tapping on your datapad, you glance around the cockpit, the quiet solitude amplifying the weight of your thoughts. Everyone else appears to be asleep in their bunks, their breathing steady and even. Yet, for you, sleep remains elusive, a distant dream slipping through your grasp.

But eventually, exhaustion creeps in as always, dragging you into a shallow slumber. Nestling into the co-pilot's seat, you hope for some respite from the scenes that normally haunt your nights.

Contrary to your belief Hunter is awake, attuned to the subtle shifts in the ship and its crew. He hears your restless movements, the faint whispers of distress that accompany your troubled sleep. Without hesitation, he rises from his bunk, silent footsteps carrying him to your side.

"Another one of those nights?" his voice is soft, laced with concern as he gazes down at you.You nod silently, unable to find the words to articulate the turmoil within your mind.

"Alright, let's get you in bed," he says gently, scooping you up in his arms with practiced ease.

Carrying you to his bunk, Hunter lowers you down onto the mattress, his movements careful and deliberate. Slipping in beside you, he pulls the sheet over your bodies, the warmth of him against you a comforting anchor in the darkness.

For many weeks now, this had become routine. You would find solace in the safety of his arms, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you close. It was a silent understanding, an unspoken agreement that offered both comfort and companionship in the dead of night.

Rarely did you sleep on your own bunk anymore. Instead, you would seek refuge somewhere aboard the ship trying to fall asleep, and Hunter would always come for you.

In the morning, when the rest of the crew stirs from their slumber, Hunter would be the one to wake you. A cup of caff in hand, he would gently rouse you from your sleep, his touch gentle and comforting. And if Wrecker's snores still echoed through the ship, he would wake him too.

Already from the first moment you laid eyes on him, you couldn't deny the pull he had on you. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew you in with an irresistible force. And now, to have this connection with him, to share these intimate moments in the quiet of the night, felt like a dream come true.

Of course, there were moments when your mind wandered to more... spicy thoughts. Fantasies of what could be, of what you longed for deep down. But you dared not to act on them, fearing the repercussions of crossing that line. The bond you shared with Hunter was precious, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing it.

Unbeknownst to you, Hunter harbors his own desires, his own yearnings that mirror your own. He is completely wild for you since the first night he carried you to his bunk, consumed by the scent of your skin, the warmth of your touch and the feeling of your heartbeat against his chest. But he is trying his best to conceal it.

Tonight feels no different you are snuggled up to Hunter after he picked you up from somewhere on the ship as usual, but this time, your dreams take a steamy turn, leaving you wet and needy.

In your dream, Hunter's kiss is urgent, his lips pressing hard against yours as his tongue explores your mouth hungrily. With a primal need, he slides his hand beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers finding your wetness and circling your clit with delicious pressure.

Pinned against the Marauder's wall, you feel the cold metal against your back as Hunter's body presses firmly against yours. His hardness throbbing against your thigh, aching to be released from the confines of his pants.

With a low growl, he continues to ravage your mouth, his kisses fierce and possessive. His fingers work tirelessly, stroking and teasing your clit until you are trembling with desire.

As pleasure builds within you, Hunter's touch pushes you closer to the edge. With each flick of his fingers, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, your body on fire with need.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you shatter into an orgasm and you wake up to your heart beating rapidly and your walls clenching around nothing but the memory of Hunter's touch, leaving you empty and soaking wet for him. After you catch your breath and calm yourself down you make sure you didn’t wake anyone. Content that all is quiet and Wrecker’s snoring steady as always, you snuggle into Hunter’s embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, safe in his presence.

The next morning, Hunter wakes to the lingering scent of your arousal, driving him completely wild, making it increasingly difficult to control himself around you. You pretended to be still asleep but you feel his hard bulge pressing against your back as he carefully gets up, not wanting to disturb you. But before he can make it to the fresher, Tech intercepts him, eyeing the obvious bulge in his shorts.

"When exactly are you planning to do something about that?" Tech asks, pointing to the obvious erection with one hand and realigning his glasses with the other.

Hunter hesitates, unsure of how you feel about him. "I'm not sure if she's into me like that," he admits.

Tech isn’t buying it. "I've analyzed her body language and observed the way you two look at each other and I have come to the conclusion that there is mutual attraction between the two of you. From my calculations it is appropriate to make a move," he urges.

Hunter's mind reels at Tech's words, his heart pounding in his chest. Could it be true? Normally Hunter could tell if someone was attracted to him by the subtle raise of their heartbeat or other signs that he could easily pick up with his heightened senses. But around you it cost him all his power to remain calm, your scent alone made him almost loose control a few times already. So he tried to shut himself off whenever possible and wasn’t paying attention to the subtle signs of your body.

But before he can respond, Tech presses on. "And besides," he adds, "we could really use the extra space if we can get rid of the extra bunk that is not in use since weeks."

With a scoff, Hunter brushes past Tech and continues his way to the fresher, his thoughts consumed by the weight of Tech's words. Could it be that you felt the same way about him and he hasn’t noticed? Nobody has ever made him loose his composure the way you did.

Meanwhile, you slumber on, completely oblivious to the conversation that has just happened. It isn’t until Hunter returns with a cup of caff that you stir from your dreams, the scent of your arousal still lingering in the air.

"Did you sleep without nightmares?" he asks, his voice soft with concern. You nod, a faint blush rising to your cheeks as you recount the dream that had left you breathless last night. As you speak, you notice a subtle shift in Hunter's demeanor, the way his eyes linger on you a fraction longer than usual.

His hand reaches out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and in that moment, your heart skips a beat. Hunter's gesture was purposeful, a subtle attempt to validate Tech's observations and he immediately sensed the subtle shift in your heartbeat at his touch. He decides to carefully explore your reaction to him further later on but for now the lingering sweet scent of your arousal fills his senses, threatening to overwhelm him and he once again feels his cock straining against his cod piece, longing to be unleashed. Before it makes him loose control completely he gets up “Alright, I’ll leave you to your morning routine” he says softly “The fresher is all yours and Tech asked for your assistance on a difficult repair later” You nod, casting a dreamy smile at him. And as you slip from the bed and make your way to the fresher, you catch a last glance at him, marveling at his dark locks loosely falling over his shoulders, before he enters the cockpit and disappears from your sight.

The rest of the morning passes in its usual routine, with you and Tech tackling repairs on the Marauder over way too many cups of caff. But your mind keeps drifting back to Hunter, who is repeatedly casting glances at you, his intense gaze lingering a bit too long, almost as if he is trying to decipher your every thought and feeling. It made for some strange interactions between you and Tech, his eyebrows raising in curiosity as he notices the tension between you and Hunter and questions your unusual distraction from your task.

You manage to brush off most of his uncomfortable questions and as the afternoon rolls around, the whole crew ventures out to gather rations and stock up on some essential supplies. Preparing for your departure planned for the next rotation, you decide to stay behind to complete the repairs. Shortly after they set off the sky grows dark, ominous clouds looming overhead, and soon enough, the heavy downpour begins.

Just as you are engrossed in your work, lost in the sound of the rain hailing down on the Marauders hull, the hatch of the ship swings open, and Hunter stumbles inside, drenched from head to toe. With a weary smile, he closes the hatch behind him, pressing a button on his forearm piece to seal the entrance.

"I figured I'd better make it back," he explains, his voice slightly breathless from the dash through the rain. "In case this storm decides to get any worse. Didn't want you to be stuck here all alone." You can’t help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at his words, grateful for his unexpected return.

Hunter swiftly sheds his armor and his drenched clothes, stripping down to the bottom of his blacks to rid himself of the wet fabric. Your gaze flickers hesitantly, catching a glimpse of his exposed form. Heat surges through your veins, pooling between your legs as you watch the water drops cascade down his toned body and his tattoo stretching across the entirety of his left chest on full display. His hair, now slick with moisture, clinging to his forehead and temples, emphasizing the feral allure that draws you in.

As he reaches for a towel to dry off, you sense his attention shift, his focus momentarily diverted by something in the air. The tension between you crackles with anticipation, his heightened senses no doubt picking up on the rapid beat of your heart and the subtle scent of your arousal building between your legs.

"Mesh’la, you smell so good," he whispers, turning to face you, his voice low and rough with desire, his eyes fixated on you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "So good for me" he adds, finally succumbing to the effect you have on him.

You blush because you instantly know what scent he is referring to, but before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a hunger fueled kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more. It is primal, passionate and a silent admission of the desire that has been building between you for far too long. You manage to muster a question amidst the haze of arousal, seeking some semblance of clarity in the whirlwind of sensations that threaten to overwhelm you.

"Where are the others?" you murmur, your voice barely a whisper against his lips, your heart pounding in your chest with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

"They stayed in town, getting everything from our supply list" he replies hastily between heated kisses, his voice thick with longing, his gaze locking with yours in a silent promise of what inevitably is going to happen. "Got the Marauder all to ourselves for a while."

His words send a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, leaving you wet and needy. You can’t deny the raw desire that pulses between your legs anymore, urging you to surrender to the intoxicating pull of him. With a hesitant nod, you invite him in and you feel the heat of his touch as his hand slides under your shirt, his fingers tracing along your curves rising up to hungrily cup your breasts. The sensation of his bulge pressing against you sends another surge of heat pooling between your legs, your body responding instinctively to his unspoken invitation.

Hunter's voice is a husky whisper against your ear as he murmurs , "I want to taste you." The words send a shiver of anticipation through you, and you find yourself nodding eagerly in response. With a sense of urgency you wiggle yourself out of your leggings and get rid of your shirt all at once, thoughtlessly throwing it to the floor. He drops to his knees before you, his hands gently parting your thighs and he lifts your leg slightly up to let it rest on his shoulder. With one hand he pulls your panties to the side and his fingers carefully slide over your wet folds, index and middle finger parting your outer lips to expose your delicate core dripping with wetness. “So wet for me” he whispers in awe, savoring the sight before him.

As he buries his face between your tights the sensation of his warm breath against your sensitive skin sends a wave of arousal crashing over you, and you gasp in pleasure as his tongue leaps out, sliding through your slit, finding your throbbing clit and tracing teasing circles around it.

He eats you with a voracious hunger, his mouth working tirelessly to elicit the sweetest moans from your lips. Each flick of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, building the tension in your core to dizzying heights. He savors the taste of you, his mouth watering as he laps at your swollen folds, his movements growing more urgent with each passing moment.

But Hunter isn’t content to rely on just his tongue alone. With skilled precision, he slips two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to stroke that elusive soft spot deep within your core. The sensation of being filled by him is overwhelming, the dual assault of his tongue and fingers driving you to the brink of ecstasy. “I’m close Hunter” you moan as he quickens the pace.

“Cum for me mesh’la” he whispers against your wetness gazing up at you, before he leans back in to deliciously suck on your clit thrusting his finger in and out, massaging that soft spongy spot inside you. That was all you needed and with a loud moan, you feel your climax cresting, the waves of pleasure crashing over you with an intensity that leaves you trembling in his grasp, his arms supporting your weight against the wall. Hunter's lips work tirelessly against your swollen flesh, coaxing every last drop of ecstasy from your trembling form as you surrender to the overwhelming feeling.

After sending you into a frenzy of pleasure, Hunter withdraws his fingers from your pulsating core, glistening with your essence and with a hunger still burning in his eyes, he brings them up to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick them clean with an almost reverent fervor, his eyes locked on yours.

As the aftershock of your orgasm subsides he slowly gets up trailing soft kisses up your body, cupping your breast on his way until he reaches your neck. He softly bites into your flesh and you feel his bulge pressing against you again. One hand wrapped around his neck, you reach out with the other one to trail over his bulge and as you feel his thick cock twitch under your touch a soft moan escapes his lips. “This is what you do to me” he whispers in your ear. “Do you know how many mornings I had to get up before you and slip into the fresher to take care of that. You drive me crazy, you know that?" Hunter growls, his eyes dark with desire as he pins you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body pressing himself closer against you. "I want to be inside you, to feel you clenching around me as I make you come undone again." You gaze up at him and reach out, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his blacks to pull them down and finally give his cock the attention he is aching for.

“Not here” he whispers and lifts you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you to his bunk with a tenderness that belies the raw desire burning in his eyes, while the storm outside is raging and tearing on the Marauders hull. Gently laying you down on your side, he quickly strips off his blacks and positions himself behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close into the position you’ve been sleeping in for the last weeks.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts one of your legs, positioning it just right as he guides his throbbing cock to your slick entrance, teasing you and coaxing a few moans from you already. “Are you ready to take me?” he asks softly, his voice laced with desire.

"I've been aching for you," you admit, your voice coming in shallow gasps “I want to feel every inch of you Hunter”

The sensation of him sliding into you is nothing short of euphoric, every inch of him filling you to the brim as he buries himself deep inside your welcoming heat.

“Fuck," he groans, his voice rough with need as he begins to move slowly, thrusting deep inside you. "Do you know how many nights I have fantasized about taking you like this?" he confesses.

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with eager anticipation. "Show me how much you want me," you gasp, your voice a breathless plea as you urge him on, your hips meeting his with each powerful thrust.

Hunter responds eagerly, increasing the pace as he drives deeper into you, his movements becoming more desperate with every thrust. One arm wrapped around your waist, his other arm reaches out to find your clit, trailing circles around your pearl to increase your pleasure. You can feel the tension building in your body again, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core.

"Please," you whimper, your voice filled with need as you chase your release. "Let me cum."

With a low growl, Hunter redoubles his efforts, his movements growing more urgent as he drives you both towards the brink of ecstasy. The intensity of his thrusts sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, the sensations overwhelming as you fully surrender to him. “Come for me cyar’ika” he groans in your ear, pulling out of you until only the tip of his cock rest within you, only to slide back in even deeper than before reaching that extra sweet spot deep within you.

Crying out his name, you tumble over the edge, the intensity of your second orgasm crashing over you like nothing you’ve ever felt before, your walls desperately clenching around him. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asks his breath ragged. “Inside” you moan and as the last waves of your orgasm wash over you, you feel his cock tighten with each thrust until he fills you up with his hot, pulsing release, his cum spilling out around his length and onto the sheets beneath you. You feel the warm, sticky wetness coating your thighs and oozing out of you, his cock still inside you, as you cuddle up closer to him. As his cock softens and slowly slips out of you, he savors the sight of his milky cum seeping out of your core, planting gentle kisses along your thighs. 

For a blissful moment, you lie entwined in each other's arms, the world around you fading into obscurity as you bask in the warmth of your connection. But soon, reality intrudes, and Hunter's voice breaks through the haze of your afterglow.

"Let's get you cleaned up, before the others come back" he murmurs, his touch gentle as he lifts you into his arms once more, carrying you to the fresher, with a tenderness that speaks volumes of his affection.

As he sets you down, he leans in and kisses you gently, his lips lingering against yours as he whispers sweet loving words. "You're intoxicating for me, cyar’ika, nobody has ever made me feel the way you do" he murmurs, his voice still husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you." His words send another shiver down your spine, and you feel your wetness starting to drip again as desire courses through your veins once more and you look up at him with a hunger not yet sated.

"Mesh’la you seem like you've been starving," he remarks with a playful grin, before stepping into the fresher with you and closing the door behind him, leaving you both enveloped in the dim light of the little cabin.

He steps closer, his hand finding yours and he guides you into the little shower, his eyes never leaving yours. He reaches for the controls and as the hot water starts to flow, steam begins to rise around you. The warmth of the water envelops you both as Hunter presses you against the durasteel wall, his lips finding yours in a loving kiss, your bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. His hands roam eagerly over your body, cupping your breasts, gently pinching your nipples and his kisses leave you breathless.

With a hungry glint in your eyes, you brake away from his embrace and sink to your knees before him, eager to taste him. Taking his throbbing length in your hand, you guide him into your mouth, savoring the salty tang of his skin and the leftover of your mixed juices as you explore him with your tongue. You brush soft kisses against the sensitive skin and slide your flat tongue up against the underside of his cock until you reach the tip.

"Oh cyar’ika, that feels so good," Hunter groans, his fingers tangling in your hair as you take him deeper, teasing him with swirls around the tip. Your mouth works eagerly, lips stretching around him as you take him deep, relishing the way he fills your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild. With each bob of your head, you feel him grow even harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you bring him closer to the edge. You use your hand to stroke his length, matching the rhythm of your mouth as you eagerly suck him deeper, your tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. Hunter's groans of pleasure spur you on, his hips bucking against your hand as he thrusts into your mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation you provide. You tease him mercilessly, tracing patterns along his length and flicking your tongue against his most sensitive spots, driving him to the edge of loosing control. But you’re not ready to let him go just yet and just as he's about to lose himself in the bliss of your touch, you pull away, leaving him panting and desperate for more.

"Not yet," you whisper, your voice husky with desire. "I want you inside me."

With a low growl of approval, Hunter lifts you up effortlessly, pressing your back against the cool steel of the freshers wall. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer as he cast one last look deep into your eyes, before he enters you with a single, powerful thrust.

The sensation of him filling you up again is almost overwhelming, every inch of him stretching you to your limit as he drives into you again and again, his pace relentless and unyielding.

"Oh fuck, Hunter," you moan, your voice echoing off the walls as pleasure courses through your body, your pussy still sensitive from your last orgasm "don’t hold back. I’m already close”

He obliges, his movements growing more frantic as he chases his own release, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air as you both surrender to the pleasure consuming you.

With a shared cry of ecstasy, you both reach your climax, the intensity of your orgasm vibrating through your whole body and with a low, guttural groan, he spills his seed deep inside you, filling you up with his warmth as you cling to each other, the warm water washing over you. The sensation of him pulsing within you sends another round of shivers coursing through your body, leaving you completely breathless and spent in his arms.

Hunter's touch remains tender and loving as he slowly sets you down, your trembling legs barely supporting your weight. “You've been on my mind constantly, cyar’ika,” he whispers “but I've been holding back, afraid to ruin what we had” He spoils you with soft kisses, washing away the traces of your passionate encounter with gentle hands. And as the warm water cascades over your skin, you can't help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship with him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean in to kiss him "Hunter," you whisper, gazing deeply into his eyes, "I love you."

As the sounds of the rest of the crew entering the Marauder echo through the ship, you and Hunter find yourselves still in the fresher, knowing there is absolutely no way to conceal what has just taken place. The evidence of your intimate encounter is laying plain to see on Hunter's bunk, the sheets soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his release and your clothes thrown all over the floor.

“Don’t worry” he whispers softly with a kiss on your forehead and wastes no time slipping into a pair of shorts that he fished out from the laundry, offering you one of his sleep shirts as a makeshift cover-up. "Here, take this," he says, his voice soft yet reassuring. "You'll need something until we can get your clothes."

You accept the shirt gratefully, the familiar scent of him providing a sense of comfort amid the impending ridicule from his brothers. “Ready?” Hunter asks with a reassuring smile before he steps out of the fresher and you follow close behind him, bracing yourself for the reactions awaiting you.

As you enter the main area of the Marauder, Hunter's brothers greet you with knowing smiles and playful teasing, your clothes splattered on the floor around them. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Crosshair quips with a mischievous grin, eliciting a chuckle from the others.

Hunter's arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling you close, a silent gesture of protection as you face their good-natured ribbing. "Just couldn't wait to get cleaned up after the rain, could you?" Crosshair continues to tease toward Hunter.

Despite the light-hearted banter, you can’t help but feel a sense of embarrassment at the thought of your private moment being so blatantly exposed. But with Hunter by your side, offering unwavering support and reassurance, you hold your head high, determined not to let the situation dampen your spirits.

“You’re just jealous” Hunter grumbles to shut Crosshair off “and now stop it, you’re making her uncomfortable, and I will not let that happen” but Tech can’t contain his excitement any longer. "So, does this mean I can finally get rid of the useless extra bunk and put the space to better use?" he interjects eagerly, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Hunter's gaze softens as he turns to you, searching for your confirmation, a look of love and adoration in his eyes. "Yeah, I don’t think we need that anymore," he agrees, his voice filled with warmth as he speaks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Crosshair grunts and gets up to continue stowing away the supplies they brought in. “My calculations are always correct Hunter” Tech adds with a satisfied smile, before he follows him.

#the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch season 3 #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb season 3 #hunter x reader #tbb fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #wet hunter

[heartfullofleeches]

V seems to be a.. fan of cats.. and you’ve mentioned how he would react to a clingy reader; but how would he react to a bubbly dog hybrid one?

(feel free to ignore! c: love your works!)

To say Vince wasn't a dog person would be an understatement to how deep his dislike ran. For his eight birthday, his nanny loaded him and his sister into the family car to pick up a present for the girl after she had a fit while he was unwrapping his gifts. Yet another day ruined by her need to be the center of attention. Vince knew there was no hope in regaining what little joy he had as soon as they left the arcade, but nothing could prepare him for the decade long torment awaiting him at the paws of what his sister chose as her prize.

Shadow. The beast was a rottweiler a head taller than him standing up. V had always been a late bloomer, so it was easy for the dog to pin him whenever it decided he was in need of its affection which was more frequent than he would have liked. It seemed to like him more than its owner if not taking pleasure in his screams. A drooling, lumbering pile of fur he had no escape from exceplockedck in his room like most of his troubles. Living with Shadow until his parents finally let him move out thoroughly tarnished his outlook on dogs no matter the breed. He swore to himself that in a place of his own not one dog would ever make it past the front door.

"V, welcome back!"

But he was well known for changing his mind at the drop of a dime.

V drops his things and braces himself against the doorframe as you leap from the couch and into his arms, squeezing the air from his chest as you pounce putting all your weight behind it. He helps your legs around his waist and waddles over to the couch where he collapses on the cushions still cradling you to his chest. He kisses the ear posed in range near his lips and lifts you briefly to free your wagging tail from being pin down to his leg. He snuggles into your fur, inhaling your calming scent.

"Missed you..."

The tag attached your collar rattles with the bark of your laughter. "That's usually my line! You were only gone about ten minutes though.."

V's desire for a roommate were far from innocent or a need for cash. The various odd jobs he did online, and the money his parents poured into their adult children left him well off, but he needed something that money couldn't buy - in a realistic sense. With previous quests for companionship falling short the next best option to him was finding a roommate who'd he could get to fall for him one way or another. In his mind, romance was a guarantee being in such close proximity to another person. The perfect crime..til it you showed up.

Seeing a hybrid of the same animal he'd grown to hate wasn't how he planned for his weekend to go. You appeared with no warning and nothing in hand but first month's rent, a backpack, and a print out of his ad. Just like with Shadow and his food your sob story and puppy eyes made it hard for him to turn you away. He let you sleep on the couch with the notion that you would be out by morning. It took that exact amount of time for him to never want you to leave his side.

"Does that mean you didn't miss me too?"

The gasp that tears through you catches him off guard. You're offended he even asked something like that. "Of course I did! I just didn't want to tell you this time since you came back so soon.."

It takes all of V not to kiss you. That overbearing need for attention and affection transfered quite well into a hybrid of your class. V despised physical contact depending on the day, but he couldn't resist taking you in his arms whenever you came to him. The shedding was tolerable too since it meant you found comfort in his bed and your scent would be left behind when it was time for him to wind down.

"But what if I like you missing me? What if that's the only thing that wakes me up every morning and coming home whenever I have toleave?"

"That's a good question... Guess I'll just have to prove how much I miss you go." Your claws in his jacket, you unleash all your pent up energy in the wet kisses you leave along his neck, face and jaw. V humbly accepts your display sneaking some of his own. He was still on how he felt about others, but when it came to you he was proud to say he was a dog person.

#V my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #hybrid reader

[yanderes-galore]

Ooh I'd like to request a pet-like/platonic overprotective Absol from Pokémon, headcanons or a short where darling is trying to reassure them that there isn't going to be a disaster if Absol just *lets darling leave their home* (or somewhere else Absol has brought them to that Absol deems "safe", or maybe Absol makes them move around a lot and darling just wants to go home and live their life? Maybe Absol is like a rescue Pokémon and something happened to its previous trainer, darling adopted them not knowing what they were getting into maybe)? Absol is the disaster watch Pokémon or some such so having one that dedicated to protect darling would make sense imo

Sure! I'll try my hand at a protective Absol short :)

Disaster

Overprotective! Absol Short

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Isolation, Imprisonment (technically), Death, Implied violence, Clingy behavior, Blood, Forced companionship.

You originally met Absol at a Daycare center. According to the woman behind the desk, Absol was a rescue due to an accident happening to their original trainer. Supposedly their original trainer died... leaving the rescued Absol to try and recover in the Daycare.

When you were set to get to know the Absol, they seemed normal at first. It felt like the right thing to give the Absol another life. After all... rescuing a Pokemon can't be too bad.

You're proven wrong within at least a week.

Attachment issues become known in your Absol quickly. Thoughts of losing their previous trainer drives the poor Pokemon into a fit of frenzy. Originally your comforting and training made your Absol calm down.

Although, as the days continue on, your Absol only seems to get worse in their anxiety. Soon you can't quell your beloved Pokemon's worries. Even when by your side, strolling outside in parks, they show hesitance and irritation towards other trainers and Pokemon.

Something is wrong and you're struggling to find a fix.

Before things hit their peak, you come up with ways to ease your rescue. You take them to therapy sessions, you give them lots of treats and affection, you do your best to calm them when others are around. You think there's progress... that you can fix your Pokemon.

Until you tried to leave the house this morning.

Your Absol, white fur frazzled, lets out a cry of defiance as they stand in front of your door. You try to get past them, the Pokemon refusing vehemently. You notice their Pokeball broken on the ground when you wake up, that and a dark substance coating their claws.

Is that really... blood?

What in the name of Arceus happened?

You keep your distance, the Absol's eyes staring you down with disturbing determination. You get on your knees in an attempt to dissuade the Pokemon. They merely sit in front of your door.

"Absol..." You whisper, trying to be comforting despite your fear. "Why are you so upset? There's nothing wrong... nothing will go wrong...! You're not going to lose me."

The Pokemon glares for a moment, grimacing at the thought before turning their head away. They weren't planning on letting you just leave it seems. You sigh, unable to recall the Pokemon.

"Why do your claws have blood on them?" You ask, not really expecting the Pokemon to answer. Your Absol merely stares at you as if they're innocent, tilting their head. You fear the idea of them being hurt... but you dread the idea of someone else being hurt by them more.

"I can't stay in my house forever." You whisper, your Absol looking unamused as they make a small cry again. "Absol, you have to let me out at some point...!"

Your Absol doesn't budge, forcing you to relent as you currently have no control over the Absol.

Picking a rescue really was a mistake.

"Absol, dear..." You whisper towards the Pokemon, pulling a treat from your pocket. Their red eyes widen for a moment before narrowing again. "If I stay in the house today... will you calm down?"

You Absol stares, seeming to consider your decision for a moment. Their nose twitches but they maintain your ground. You begin to worry... but try to sweeten the deal a bit to regain your freedom.

Even if it requires a bit of lying.

"I'll stay home an entire week, okay?" You offer again, your Absol perking up again at your words. "But we need to get you a new Pokeball soon."

Your Absol seems to hesitate for just a moment. Eventually, however, they relent and back you into your bedroom. They don't let you leave behind them as they force you onto your bed. It's then they jump on top of the sheets, laying in your lap as they take the treat from your hand.

You sigh... happy to have disarmed the situation for now.

Although you begin to worry about the wellbeing of not only your Pokemon, but you along with those around you.

Perhaps they were in that Daycare for a good reason after all.

#yandere pokemon #overprotective pokemon #overprotective absol

[sourpatchys]

Tea Prompts, Tomura Shigaraki

You can find the original prompt post here!

Let me know if there are any other characters you’d like to see any of these prompts for! This was really fun!

Warning: some adult themes are thrown in here! This isn’t a NSFW piece but I did include some references to sexual activity, please read with caution if that’s not your cup of tea <3 (most of these are completely SFW)

A/n: these were written with a F!Reader in mind, most of them can be read either way! Though occasionally she/her pronouns are used<3

Masterlist Guidelines

Lemon Tea; What are Mornings like with them?

Tomura isn’t much of a sleeper— so mornings together tend to be rare and far between— but when he actually manages to sleep a full eight hours, the mornings you have together are very peaceful.

He isn’t a morning person by any means. He’s groggy, grumpy and completely nonverbal for the first hour or more. With you he can loosen up a bit, sliding his cold hands and feet into your general space, switching fingers every few minutes just to make sure they��re all warming up properly.

Some mornings he’ll wrap you in a bear hug that your absolutely positive could crack a few ribs— though you love it all the same.

This is the time you two have just to yourselves— no league, no missions, no plans for world domination— just two people laying in bed waiting for the sun to fully rise.

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Peppermint tea; What do they get excited about?

A pretty obvious answer would be video games, but in all honesty, Tomura loves to talk.

To speak and be heard, to engage in conversation and bounce ideas back and forth— that’s what really gets him going. He loves to plot, to scheme and gossip about anything and everything.

Outwardly it’ll be nearly impossible to tell, he really isn’t the kind of guy who would let anyone know something this personal (so vulnerable), though everyone notices the spark in his eyes when he really gets going on a topic he’s passionate about.

If you were to ask follow up questions, to engage yourself fully in his monologues and spiels, it’s just like giving a kid a candy bar.

And if you were to get angry for him?? To enrage yourself over anything he may say, to become furious at the same situation or person he hates so much— it’s almost enough to fully break his cover.

It’s one thing for him to be elated over the prospect of another person feeling his rage, but it’s another entirely if he starts to feel yours. Stupid highschool bully stories, that one girl in band class that broke your flute— it doesn’t matter— he’ll start eating it up as if he hasn’t had a meal in years.

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Chamomile tea; What is their sleep schedule like? Does it change around their s/o?

To put it bluntly, Tomura doesn’t have a sleep schedule— he sleeps when his body gives out.

Even before his memories had re-emerged, blotchy nightmares plagued him. Every morning he’d wake up sick to his stomach, the itch under his skin growing by the millisecond. So— he learned to adapt.

2-3 hour power naps kept the nightmares at bay and gave him enough stamina for whatever was to come. His lack of sleep was a large driving force in his erratic behavior early on, grumpy and irritable.

With you though, he finds the nightmares to be less oppressive. He still doesn’t sleep enough, but he finds that taking a couple days out of the week to rest fully isn’t so bad.

If he has a nightmare, the cycle will break back to its bare bones and it’ll take awhile to resurface. As long as you’re patient and as long as he’s willing, he’ll be back to sleeping properly.

Though as a whole, it could take years before he’s ready to sleep regularly again.

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Earl grey tea; How did they court their s/o?

He didn’t. He isn’t a romantic— he honestly hated you when he started to feel more than just average companionship towards you.

Not a single bushel of roses were bought, no dates were had— hell— you didn’t even know you were together until about a month in when he got pissed at you for getting injured!

“If you ever do that again we’re breaking up.”

Any confusion would only piss him off more— giving you the silent treatment for a few days before he’d finally cave in with some very dead and very wilted wild flowers in hand.

“What is this??”

“Shut the fuck up and take them.”

He honestly just decides that you’re the one he wants— it doesn’t really matter to him how you feel about it.

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Milk tea; What are their kisses like?

At first, Tomura’s kisses are gentle, childlike and timid— like he isn’t sure what exactly he’s supposed to be doing.

Then— they become untamed— sloppy and harsh. He bites and slobbers, prods and maims, anything to get as close to you as possible.

He won’t kiss you unless you’re completely alone, far away from any prying eyes and peaked interests. He’s not going to show that part of himself to anyone but you.

Teeth and tongue, cracked lips that— if chapped enough— can cut into your own. Kissing is a frenzy, very rarely will you ever get a soft peck or a loving press of his lips onto yours.

—

Coffee; Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?

Absolutely. Tomura— even as a rising symbol of fear— is extremely self conscious.

He’d never let you leave— as stated above— he didn’t even really give you a choice when it came to being together in the first place.

But even so, the insecurity of you looking away from him, finding someone better or more handsome— it makes his blood run cold.

If there’s someone who touches you and lingers a little too long, if there’s someone you smile at a little too brightly, he’s not above taking their life. Of course it always starts with a threat, either to them or to you.

He wants you to tell him you’ll never leave, he wants you to crumble and cry and tell him everything is exactly as it should be. He is not a kind man, and in times like these it becomes ever apparent that he never will be.

Tomura protects what’s his, and even with free will, you belong to him whether you like it or not.

—

Rosehip tea; How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

Tomura isn’t romantic. At least not in the traditional sense. You can tell he cares by the look in his eyes or his apprehensive nature towards your roll in whatever the league may be doing next.

He keeps you away from danger, even though he, himself, is the biggest danger to you.

If you were to ask for something— anything— he would get it for you. He’s very straight forward, and he wants the people he cares about to able to do, and have whatever they want.

His love language is physical touch, and even though he keeps all the affection he has for you behind closed doors— as soon as those doors are closed, he’s all over you.

Running his hands up and down your stomach, gripping at the squish on your thighs, shoving his head into the crook of your neck, palming your breasts just to remember the feel of them.

He treats you like a fragile porcelain doll.

—

Black tea; What do they look for in a person?

Honestly he wasn’t looking. The concept of romance was completely uninteresting to him— he didn’t want anyone and he didn’t need anyone— he was completely fine on his own.

Though, he wouldn’t date a fellow villain— at least not one notable enough to be a threat. Tomura doesn’t do well with competition, he loathes the thought of racing to the top, he just wants to be there.

Finding a person who he can corrupt, who he can make his own— is something he’d enjoy greatly. That’s not to say he couldn’t fall for a league member, but it wouldn’t be someone worth his time— at least not in the beginning.

He wants a person he can talk to, touch, and unload upon. Someone who will remain consistent and stick by his side no matter what the cost may be.

Although romance isn’t his forte, and finding someone to love wasn’t something he had ever envisioned, he wants someone he can be with for life.

—

Pomegranate tea; At what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Truth be told Tomura was wrapped around your finger from the moment he decided he wanted you— though it didn’t fully kick in until a few months into your relationship.

You were in a fight— it was over something stupid that any other couple could’ve resolved within the day— looking back neither of you could even remember what it was about.

He was pissed, stomping around, seething and destroying anything he could get his hands on. He wanted to yell at you, to scream in your face and make sure you know this was your fault. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Gradually, as the days passed and he became less and less bothered by whatever the two of you had disagreed on— he realized he wasn’t itchy.

He still had those rising tingles under his skin and he still had to rub away his discomfort from day to day life— but this argument, the infuriating way you had made him feel— it did nothing to his sensitive skin.

Slowly it became apparent that he hadn’t needed to dig into his skin at all. He was angry, he was upset and borderline furious with you— but he was comfortable.

For the first time in his life he was able to feel negativity without the pull of fire ants under his skin. That’s when he realized for sure— that he was absolutely, without a doubt, in love with you.

—

Matcha tea; How and when do they propose to their s/o?

The villain life has no room for any sort of eloping or marriage— so he doesn’t ever really propose.

Sooner or later you just start to feel like a married couple.

You bicker and fight, you sleep together and sneak away to have alone time. The love he has for you starts seeping out more, he becomes a new version of himself just for you.

Then, once the Paranormal Liberation Front is active, Re-Destro asks about your partnership. It’s a simple question, curious and wide eyed.

“Who is this girl to you?”

It makes sense given the environment— you were not nominated as a lieutenant, though you stood by Tomura’s side like a shadow, waiting and watching— clearly in the ranks but with no flashy title to show for it.

And then, as if it were as simple as breathing, Tomura calls you his wife. Telling anyone who was around that he was the King, and by default you were the Queen.

—

Chai Tea; How do they spice up their relationship?

All in all, Tomura is a pretty boring guy. He drinks straight black coffee, plays video games and broods in silence 90% of the time.

Though, when it comes to you, he does try to make an effort. He’ll try out the games you like or your hobbies, and he’ll introduce you to his own in return.

He’ll teach you how to play chess, and that will inevitably turn into tradition. Once a week (if time will allow) you’ll sit down together, play a few games and just talk.

In the underworld, romance never will be easy to manage, and even though you make his days a little brighter, you’ll never be his top priority. World destruction won’t happen on its own, and nothing in his life will override his goals.

But these special little moments between the two of you are by far the best part of anything he’s ever going to accomplish.

—

Hibiscus tea; What’s their favorite place to take their s/o?

The bedroom. As stated, Tomura isn’t a very outgoing person— he won’t take you out on dates or walks in the park.

But he will sit with you in a dark room, watch movies and eat junk. (Bonus points if there’s a blow job thrown in)

His favorite place to be with you, is when you’re alone and secluded. He wants to touch you freely, to run his lips down your throat and hold you close to his chest.

He wants to grab you, to hold and be held. To feel the warmth of your body completely engulfing his own.

Truly, his favorite place to be, is wherever you’ll allow.

—

Green tea; How do they comfort their s/o?

He really doesn’t. Tomura has absolutely no idea how to deal with you when you’re upset.

If you’re angry he’ll get angry with you! He’ll wind you up and let you take it all out on whatever you so please. (as long as it isn’t him)

Expect absolutely nothing in regard to his comforting abilities. He might take you to the side and ask you what’s wrong, he may even give you an awkward hug! But that’s really all he’ll be able to do.

If you ask for space he’ll give it to you, if you ask for cuddles he’ll do his best! But overall, you’re the one who has to call the shots, and depending on what’s going on, he may just leave you to deal with it yourself. Because as stated above— regardless of how wonderful you are— you are not his top priority.

—

Russian caravan tea; How experienced are they with relationships?

NOT AT ALL. You are his first (and final) attempt at love. You’re going to get all of his fuck ups, all of his learning curves and all of his shitty disposition.

He has no idea what he’s doing, and even years down the line he still won’t fully understand. Caring for another person isn’t the most insane thing in the world— he cares for the league and it works out fine!

But loving someone?? It’s just too overwhelming at times. Taking your needs into consideration without being asked, figuring out what you enjoy and how he can add that into his already insane schedule— it’s maddening.

You’re his first everything, and you’re just going to have to be okay with that— because you’re stuck with him whether you like it or not!

—

English breakfast tea; Would they want a family?

Tomura wasn’t even looking for love when he found it— let alone a family.

I really doubt he ever thinks about it at all, he’s never been someone who cared much about what the future would bring.

That isn’t to say if you wanted a family he wouldn’t cave. He wants the people he cares about to have and do whatever they want— if for you that means starting a family with him— he’s not opposed to it.

It wouldn’t be cut and dry though, and if you never pipe up with the interest he isn’t going to either.

If you do bring it up, he’d ask a lot of follow up questions. Such as,

“Why?”

Or

“What’s the point?”

He really wouldn’t know what to do if that situation occurred, but he wouldn’t say no— he may just need to think on it for a while.

If you were to become pregnant, be it a broken condom or failed birth control— he wouldn’t ask you to terminate. You belong to him— yes— but part of being in his grasp is being able to live your life any way you want. Aside from hero work or leaving him there aren’t many restrictions.

If push comes to shove he’d enjoy having a little family of his own! Seeing himself mixed with you in a smaller, separate, body— creating something after destroying so much. It would be one of the steepest learning curves he’s ever experienced, and he wouldn’t be the most present father in the early days of vomit and diapers— but he’d be there all the same.

—

Rooibos tea; What’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?

Cuddling. He loves to touch and be touched. He doesn’t care if you play games with him, he doesn’t care if you kill and destroy— all he cares about is the fact that you’re there with him.

He loves when you run your fingers through his tangled hair, slowly separating any knots you find. He loves the feel of his hands rubbing against your soft skin. He craves your presence and he craved the feel of you.

It’s not always sexual— but those times when he can claim you, to mark you inside and out, he truly feels like he’s the most powerful man in the world.

He’s terrified of feeling vulnerable, so he pushes you away any chance he gets, refusing to do anything with you if there’s even a chance of someone else seeing. (And sometimes that person is you)

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sun and moon rpg au that i forgot to post here for like a year >.< ~4000 words

this was written at the peak of world of warcraft hyperfixation btw

Healers are vital to parties and guilds. It’s rare to find one on their own, unclaimed. Priests and Druids tend to be weaker when it comes to fighting, seeing as it wasn’t what they trained for.

You’re a Priest, on the low end of the average level of the humans and beasts around you. In the Hollowed Woods, beasts range from the thirties to the fifties. Your current leveling placed you at a thirty-five.

Your base is set up in a secluded area of the edge of the woods, near the beginning of a small creek. The only beasts you had to deal with were in the lower thirties; Vengeful Sprites, Were-Hounds, and the stray Fiery Spirit. Very rarely did parties run through your spot in the woods, with their numbers they charge into the deep.

There is safety in numbers, you knew this, and you had previously been in a small guild. Three Paladins, two mages, a warrior, and you. During an adventure in the Barren Lands, you’d failed as a healer. The party fought a Dessert Tumbler, they fought well, but you couldn’t heal them quick enough. Both Mages and two of the Paladins fell before the three of you remaining turned tail and ran.

After the monster had cleared you went back to the spot of the fight and tried your hardest to resurrect your friends, but your Mana kept faltering before you could bring them back.

From there you’d fought your way to the Hollowed Woods, a place you knew you could probably survive alone.

You’re too scared of failure to join another party or guild. At first there were offers from groups of humans traveling through, but soon word traveled and some became resentful that you were greedy. A Priest keeping their oh so desired Magic all to themself.

But humans like those tend to be far and few between.

Morning comes with sunrise and the shuffling of forest critters rushing around, scavenging for food and avoiding their predators. The sounds of the woods wake you as always.

Your morning routine consists of filling your flask at the creek’s edge and splashing some of the cool on your face. You don your usual armor, a simple cloth cloak, and you tuck your dagger into the small sheath in your pocket.

There’s no point in carrying a wand with you, Magic comes from within. Besides, wands are expensive. It would take a month's worth of pelts to get you the money that you’d need to buy one. Money gets spent on supplies and repairs, important things.

The weather is pleasant, warm spring air. Sunlight shines down through the tree branches creating intricate patterns on the floor of the woods.

The sound of rustling from a bush a couple yards away disrupts you from filling your flask. Your head flies up at the sound, expecting a deer or rabbit.

A Warrior, brandishing two large silver maces, covered in blood stumbles into your view. They haven’t seen you yet, so you duck behind a tree to observe the warrior.

They’re panting, staring into the direction they’d run from, maces shaking in their hands. When they take a moment to glance around, your blood chills. You know this fighter.

Raphael was once an ally, he was kind to you, and supplied occasional companionship. After a few weeks of friendship, he kept pressuring you to join his party. After you declined about a million times, he grew resentful. Raphael fought you, hurt you. He said if he ever found you again, you’d be dead.

Raphael looks to have lost his party. From the brush a long thin hand reaches through, grasping the thin branches of the bush and pushing them aside to stick a head through.

You’ve never seen anything like the monster. A large circular face with a large, cruel grin, one side a waxing moon, colored a deep gray, the other a dark, midnight blue. Upon the Lovecraftian horror’s head perched a beat up, torn nightcap decorated with stars.

The monster stalked Raphael, its large eyes glowing a bright red. Raphael backed up into the clearing and the monster followed, revealing a long humanoid body. You couldn’t recognize the clothing it wore, too unfamiliar with the deeper woods.

Raphael readied himself in preparation for the attack. The monster lunged at him and Raphael attempted to dislodge the monster’s path with his weapons, but he only threw his own body to the side. He stumbled and in the moment of weakness he was pinned.

You watch with bated breath as the monster’s slender hands wrapped around Raphael’s throat and held. It looked up around the tree tops, and you did too.

In the branches of one of the thicker trees crouched another creature akin to the one currently holding Raphael captive. This monster however was yellow with orange triangular rays shooting out around its head.

The monster on the ground’s head twisted 360degrees unnaturally spinning from its base at the neck. The voice that comes out of the beast is deep and scratchy as it calls to its partner up above, “he’s down, Sunny.”

The beast in the trees climbs down with the skill of an acrobat. As he descends you see that this beast is scratched all along its yellow chest, a thick deep blue oozes out of the gashes slowly. Sunny, its partner had called it, approached Raphael with caution.

Once the solar beast was in Raphael’s line of sight, he began struggling with a renewed vigor. The lunar beast hissed at him and he stilled.

Sunny’s large grin never faltered as he glared down at Raphael.

“You wish to fight me like a true warrior would?” Sunny mocked, voice warbled, yet sweet like honey. “Let him up, Moon.”

Moon stepped up and off of the struggling human, who quickly scampered away and backed against a tree.

Sunny’s head turned to an angle a little less than natural. “Come on, little human this is what you wanted, is it not?”

Raphael’s eyes went everywhere, as soon as he recognized the small shadow of your hut in the woods he cried out desperately for you. His voice was broken and dry as he sobbed your name.

You stiffened at the call. Of course he’d come crawling back in his time of need, begging to not be sent to the Other Side. You aren’t going to help him, and you don’t even feel bad about it. When the humanoids send him away, he’ll waste away into the ground for a week before he’ll resurrect.

From the brush where the fighters had come from, a Mage ran through. All eyes flicked to her, she licked her dry lips and froze as the two monsters stared at her. She quickly began casting a spell, blue magic swirling between her hands. Moon approaches her, leaving Sunny to the Warrior.

The pairs began to fight, Moon and the Mage’s fight was much more eventful, the two seeming uninjured. You were in a daze as their fight distracted you, a whirl of different shades of blues. You hear a shriek from the other pair and see that Raphael had thrown one of his maces at Sunny, hitting him in his chest, dead center.

Raphael was beginning to heal and gain energy the more he sat still and rested, Sunny was going to lose. Moon’s fight wouldn’t end for a long while.

It was a spur of the moment decision as you began a quick Rejuvenation spell to send to Sunny. As soon as the sparkly green Magic appeared around it, Sunny looked around for the source, but upon seeing no one turned back to Raphael.

Their fight continued on a more even playing field and after about ten minutes of the sound of grunting and hissing coming from both groups, Sunny and Moon reigned victorious. They had, to your distaste, consumed some of their opponents' remains after winning.

You continued to stay behind your tree and waited for the deep forest beasts to return to their home, but to your horror, they began searching around for the mysterious source of healing Sunny claimed it had felt mid-fight.

The two separated and began their hunt for you. You were stuck if you ran they’d see you; if you stood like an idiot behind a tree they’d find you. Who’s to say they won’t kill you as well?

Moon was coming in your direction, head spinning a continuous 180, side to side.

The leaves of the forest floor crunched as he wove between the trees, and all too soon his red eyes landed on you.

“Healer?” Its tone was softer than it had been in battle.

You, in a panic, glanced back in the direction of your house before thinking better of running. You nodded at Moon. It’s tall, much taller than you, and deadly as you had seen.

“Thank you. I’m not sure why you did what you did, but you are in my and Sun’s debt.” It bowed at you, silly hat jingling as it did so.

He turned to the direction Sun had gone and shouted for it.

The yellow counterpart quickly ran over to where you and Moon stood. You shrunk back a little as Sun stopped in front of you.

“Thank you, little healer.” Just like Moon, its tone softened and sincerity bleed through his words.

You meekly nodded with wide, shy eyes.

“You’re welcome to our part of the forest anytime, Priest.” Sun began saying as he untied one of the jingling bracelets on his wrist and held it out to you. “Make sure you purposely shake this a couple times and me and Moon will escort you to safety.”

And with that the two were off, not even gleaning your name.

Deep within the Hollowed Woods, Sun and Moon reside in a humble treehouse decked with mere necessities. They lie upon their shared bed thoughts of you in their minds. Why would a human help them? They’re natural enemies.

The Warrior and Mage they’d defeated crossed their minds as well, did you know them? Were you at war with their group? You had been alone, so surely you wouldn’t wage a war by yourself.

They’d help you if you were to fight, a sweet little Priest that helped them out.

Sun recounted his side of the day aloud, describing the cool chill that your healing had done. He said it was like a cup of ice water on a hot summer’s day.

They hoped you called for them soon.

You grasp Sun’s bracelet in your hand, observing it. The red linen was heavy in your hand as you pondered the implications of calling the monsters back to you. They were so large compared to you, easily two to three feet taller than you. The image of their hands bloodied with blood of your kin as they ate flashed through your mind.

What if you called them at a bad time, when they were much too hungry? Maybe turn on you, not that they wouldn’t attack in any other scenario.

With a trembling hand you tucked the bangle into your pocket, securing it. You don’t want to have to call for the monsters, but emergencies will be emergencies.

The next few weeks went by quietly. You managed to hunt a boar down, meat and leather that would provide you with food and money for a couple weeks.

Summer days were the loudest of the year, animals, monsters, and humans alike wandered the woods more in the pleasant weather. With the travelers came enemies, of course.

Rouges are stealthy, quiet, and blend in with their surroundings well. The ambient noise of wildlife is calming and you’re relaxing against the river bank. A small rustle came from across the clearing. You get a sense of deja vu for the incident a couple weeks ago.

You lean up with your hands supporting you as a figure looks around the environment. They spot you and pull a dagger from their waistband. You scramble to your feet. They’re rapidly approaching you, posture hostile and aggressive.

You’re frozen as they charge toward you and grab you by your neck.

You’re pushed against their body with the knife dull against your throat, pressing in. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly.

“You’re gonna come with me and help me out a little, okay? This can be easy or hard, Priest.” Their breath is hot in your ear and you repress a shudder.

You nod your head rapidly, fear coursing through your veins. “I’ll do what you need.”

“Good,” a curt response and they pick you up by your waist and throw you over their shoulder. Temporarily out of breath you stare at the ground as the Rouge begins walking back into the deep of the woods.

The trip isn’t long, maybe five minutes. The sounds of battle greets you and you struggle to look up and see what’s happening around you. Unceremoniously you hit the ground as you’re dropped. The Rouge looms above you and gives you a simple command.

“Heal them.”

You look at the fight, two Warriors, a Hunter, and a wolf (probably the Hunter’s pet). The humans look rough, but the large bird-like Screecher they’re fighting doesn’t look much better.

With the command and still standing threat holding you down, you begin to cast heals onto the fighters. The fight goes on and with your help the party manages to take down the bird.

You stand to your feet, legs shaking a bit from the Mana excursion it took to keep the group in good health. You turn from the fight, in the direction of your home, but before you can even take another step the Rouge reaches out for you.

“Ya know we’ve been needing a healer. You’re mighty useful, Priest. Might just need to keep you around for a bit.”

You shake your head side to side, no, you don’t want to join these people. You don’t know them and one of their party practically kidnapped you. “Thank you, but I really-,” you can’t finish your nervous declination.

“We weren’t asking, Priest. Make yourself useful; we’ve seen you hoard your Magic to yourself.” The Hunter sneers at you, the wolf sitting by his side, staring you down.

“Greedy bitch (and or) bastard.” One of the Warriors jeers at you. The other warrior, a tall, busty woman sneers at you and walks closer to your shaky form. She grabs the back of your neck and inspects your face. Eyes emotionless as she does so.

You stare back at her long face and she leans back from you to return and sit next to her fellow Warrior.

As you fill with dread, you remember something. Sun’s bell.

The ribbon is still in your pocket!

As inconspicuous as you can manage you slip your hand into your robe’s pocket and grab the small metal bell and as quiet as you can shake it a couple times.

Luckily none of your captor seem to have realized you did anything. They’re sitting around the corpse of their kill, some holding pieces of bread or bottles of water. They chat mildly like they aren’t in the middle of kidnapping a healer.

You aren’t sure how the bell in your pocket works or how soon Sun or Moon will get to you, but God you hope it’s soon.

It’s been almost a month with no call from you, no summon, no nothing. A few times Sun felt the bell with you jingle, but he always deflates when he realizes that it wasn’t a call, merely a jostle from you. Moon can’t feel the bell, but his chest aches for a call from the strange human healer.

Sun shoots up from his bed and Moon flinches back at the sudden jump.

“They called!”

Moon quickly gets to his feet, and stares at Sun.

“For real?”

“For real.” Sun’s permanent smile seems even brighter if possible.

“Lead the way, lead the way,” Moon urges quickly.

The duo make their way into the forest, heading in the direction they had found you last, at least that’s where they assumed they were going. About a quarter mile from the place you had met Sun stops. He tilts his head to the side, sensing where his bell is. Moon hesitates.

Nevertheless they head where the bell called from, slowing as they approach a group of humans. They know you’re there, but can’t recognize the other people with you. You’re shifting uncomfortably as an outcast from the group.

Sun and Moon felt a surge of wariness. Not at you, never at you, but these other humans… they seemed mean. You didn’t look like you wanted to be there, surely that’s why you called for them.

A bit hurt that you would only call in a time of dire need, a bit happy that you felt they could help you. Sun walks broad into the clearing as Moon slips away to get to you.

Sun bursts into the clearing where you stood, turning to face the humans with a snarl. Relief floods you as you realize he came. A hand on your shoulder makes you flinch and you turn to see Moon. He’s staring down at you, eyes emanating a soft red. He scans your form checking for any injuries. His gloved hand reaches to your neck.

The knife must’ve bruised you, you thought mildly as you get lost in letting Moon check you over for injuries. The sound of Sun fighting in the background isn’t on your mind as Moon rubs his thin fingers over your marks. To check on you, he has to crouch to reach your height, and it’s a bit embarrassing.

Too soon for your taste Moon pulls away to join the fight. You don’t seem to mind the humans destruction.

The whole group is yelling at you, shouting curses, and other foul things, telling you to heal them. Your mana is pretty low, but you weren’t going to help them in any way.

Sun and Moon are holding up well against the humans, which is good. You take the time to sit and try to regain what Magic strength you can.

After about five minutes you split-cast a Rejuvenation spell on Sun and Moon. From there their movements get stronger, and the fight quickly ends.

They’re dirty, the both of them, covered in blotches of blood, but they’re grinning at you so joyously. Like dogs expecting praise from a master.

You’re still cross legged on the ground and you have to look up to meet their eyes. Sun and Moon are ungodly large, at least nine feet tall. Sun is swaying in his place and he’s breathing heavily as he stares right at you.

“Did we do good to you, little healer?” Sun prompted.

You gaze up at them with mild disbelief, but you manage to respond. “Thank— Thank you for coming for me.”

“Oh, we’ve been dying to see you again!” Sun responded, dropping down into a crouch so he was at about half his height, still a foot larger than you. His hand, still with some tiny splotches of blood on it, reaches out to cup your face. He’s staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

After a moment of just letting your face be held, Moon drops down to your level as well.

“You’ll come with us for tonight, right? We’ve missed you so.” Moon speaks up. His voice is at the meekest you’ve heard from him.

You bite your lip, in thought. They saved you, spared you. Yet you know nothing of these two. They ate people. Their level wasn’t known to you, and they showed such strength in battle. They’re kind to you.

“Okay.”

They both brighten immediately. Sun and Moon each move to grasp one of your arms and assist you to your feet. You’re grateful for the help, still weak from lack of Mana.

They help you through the depths of the forest, reassuring your safety. It gets darker and darker as you travel. You’ve never been this far away from home nor so deep into danger. Without Sun and Moon you’d be dead meat. Mild fright grips your heart as you’re gently led through the dark.

At some point a Wild Thorn Beast attempts to attack you and your friends (maybe allies, what were you to them?). Sun and Moon growl at the beast and their grips on your upper arms tighten, not looking to start another fight. When the Thorn Beast realizes you won’t make an easy meal, it quickly scampers off.

Your heart is still thumping wildly in your chest from that encounter.

Sun and Moon reside in a large treehouse, small star shaped bots line the way up to the front door like decorative lights. You’re passed back and forth between Sun and Moon as they climb their way up to the entrance.

The inside of their hovel is dim, and slightly dirty, but better than most monsters have.

“I’m sure it’s not as nice as your home, but I hope it’ll be enough for now.” Sun spoke sheepishly.

“Thank you, for a lot of things,” you spoke quietly. “This is quite wild from my point of view. I don’t quite understand what’s going on.”

Moon grabs your hand and leads you over to one of the two discolored mattresses on the floor. Both him and you sit down on the soft, limp thing.

“You helped us, and that is… rare. Never have we met a human quite like you. For your help we wish to thank you, and you’re one of a kind. We don’t wish to lose you.”

Sun sat across from you on the other mattress. “Besides, you’re such a lovely little human, and the others out there don’t seem to appreciate that.”

“You don’t have to heal us if you don’t wish to,” Moon added. “However I do hope you stay in contact with us.”

“But why not just get rid of me? I'm at such a low level compared to you two.”

Moon and Sun shifted uncomfortably at that suggestion. “That means nothing to us, your level. And I wouldn’t dream of hurting you when you’ve helped us so.” Sun counters you quickly.

From beside you, you can sense Moon’s own Mana at work and when you look over you can see he’s revealed all of his stats to you. Health, Mana, Level, and Energy. His Health is about ninety percent full, along with his Mana. His Energy is about three quarters of the way full, and his Level you can’t even decipher.

When anyone or anything’s Level is over ten levels higher than you own, you can’t figure out what it is, and in place of a number simply a skull lies.

“I can’t read your Level, Moon.” You’re shy to say it, but his hand simply comes to lay on your shoulder.

“I figured as much, it’s a fifty.” Moon is as quiet as you.

Oh, that’s… high.

“But that’s good, right, little healer? We can defend you against any beast in the forest.” Sun’s face twists one-twenty degrees as he asks.

“You’re protecting me.” Spoken like a question, but a statement. Fact.

You’re in a bit of a trancelike shock. The rest of the night, you’re treated with care and soft hands. Cuddled up in Moon’s arms like a rag doll, you fall asleep.

The adventures of tomorrow are unknown, yet you know you’re going to be just fine with Sun and Moon on your side.

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moon x reader #sun x reader #dca x reader #dca au #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf au #rpg au #verified hyperfixat post #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #sun x y/n #moon x y/n

[rinbowaman]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 12 FINALE! (18+) Minors DNI

WARNINGS: Pain and breeding kink is strong with this one. Rough sex, rough, rough, and rough! There's internal monologue, mentioning of God, talking to God, talking to each other through internal monologue, emotional connection, and lots of graphic scenes that is descriptive. Again this was an original fic I drafted with the main characters names changed, they're ones i created entirely on my own and their personalities do not reflect any of the real person(s) that are Enhypen. Just wanna throw that out there.

There will be a sequel, that's another original piece I did that I'll have to re-edit, but I'll wait and see how this series does and how receptive it is. Sequel is My Roommate's Ex, its alot, ALOT shorter than this series, but is alot jucier (really juicy actually, alot of you will probably be shocked)

MGR pretty much did all the work as far as the build up and relationship development, which is why there are so many chapters.

With that said, if you enjoy it, please either message or comment so I know it will be worth my time to re-edit the sequel and other works that I have drafted years ago. :) Take care loves and remember to love yourself and MGR Heesueng loves you.

“God,

It’s been a while huh. Or maybe you never heard me to begin with. Its not my fault, I couldn’t reach out. I couldn’t get through to you. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore because I no longer need an answer from you.

I used to think you were testing me. Wondered if you had other plans for me. Thinking you were telling me to broaden my horizons.

Remember all those “potential” candidates you put my way? You know. The ones that made promises that, no matter the time or distance apart, they would be loyal… humble…display unconditional love, yet they never followed through even when times were peaceful. Yeah, those ones.

I used to wonder “why?” Why was it so hard to find what others found so easy to throw away? My friends, my brother, my father…

Even for someone like Gabe, to earn Vicky’s trust and devotion and used it against her, when I was the one who yearned and respected it. To the point where, for so long, I repeatedly dismissed the acts of her betrayal when I secretly found out just how grounded their relationship really was, physically and emotionally.

Why was it so easy for everyone to find it, yet impossible for me when I was the one searching? As if I was doing all the work for them.

Maybe I shouldn’t had been so eager to crave companionship, but you made me that way, didn’t you? Hehehe. I could never understand why you gave me demons when I asked for angels. Whenever I saw the happiness of any man, God…only you know…I hated the world. The beasts inside me wanted to burn this whole place down and end it. I was tired of everyone getting the one thing I couldn’t.

Was it wrong?

Considering the number of times, I’ve been let down, was it wrong for me to secretly wish for the demise of other people’s happiness?

Was it wrong for me to get jealous when Jay’s smile grew wider, Sunghoon’s meaning in life grew deeper, or when Jakes voice got higher…was it wrong for me to feign happiness when I hoped for chaos and turbulence?

There wasn’t a day I wanted to wake up from sleep. At least then, I wouldn’t have to think about it. Just dream of it. It was less lonely that way. But now…I don’t have to look forward to sleep. I don’t have to be happy only in my dreams, do I?

I have her. The one you sculpted to be more beautiful than the sun and moon. Yes…her. Her in front of me.

She is the one and only thing that I had been searching for since I became a man. She is the shelter I was asking for when I am so far from home. She is the most beautiful inside and out, and nothing makes sense without her.

She is the sole comfort in my life, and for once, I don’t have to worry about a single thing. You gave her wings, yet she chooses to walk beside me.”

Heeseung’s momentum was the exact opposite of Samuels. You couldn’t help but compare the two, after all, Samuel was the only other experience you had, and within the eight months of your union, you shared that experience with him countless times. Every single moment where you gave him access to your womanhood, while it was pleasant, it wasn’t as invigorating as it was now. Even on nights when Samuel was a hard lover and less soothing in his performance, you had no idea that the vigor of any man could surpass the levels he displayed.

You didn’t know any better until Heeseung entered. He was rough, he was hard, and he was fast. He wasn’t making love; he was fucking you. But somehow, perhaps due to the level of sentimental connection that you both seem to share with each other, you just knew that while he was fucking you, he did so lovingly.

Everything you needed and wanted in life; he was fucking it into you.

He fucked the tears you cried that night. He fucked the smiles that were deceived out of you by Samuels lies. He fucked the pain of reading his words of betrayal. He fucked the joy you felt at having someone to come home to. He fucked the screams coming out of your mouth right now as he pounds into you, creating a soreness each time his groin slaps against you. He fucked the laughter you shared with friends and family during the peaceful moments in life.

But most importantly, he fucked all his love inside you; as well as the pain, jealousy, anger, and disappointment he experienced. He fucked every single ounce of it into your core and watched the true beauty of metamorphosis to occur as all his burdens turned into the gasping moans coming out of you, soothing and healing him.

With pleasure and pain, you took it all in helplessly as he fucked all his thoughts and desires. You not only loved every single bit of it, you wanted more.

He fucked roses. Roses you grew for Samuel, that you nurtured and watered with the tears you shed that night, all blooming because of Heeseung.

He fucked blue. The color of the sky, that you loved so much, is now the color of your energy.

He fucked the moon and sun. The eclipse of his heart embracing yours. He fucked you into Heaven and Earth.

Heeseung was doing more than just healing, he was showing the amount of love and devotion a man could ever develop for any woman. He was taking care of you in ways that no other man would ever be smart enough to do on his own. He fucks into you relentlessly, all things good and bad, and it was the most terrible and beautiful thing you’ve ever felt. The echoing voice translates the beauty of Heeseung’s love into to the deepest trenches of your soul, hoping that his heart would hear.

“He fucks me…he loves me. He shelters me by coating the skin on my body with his tongue.

God, he is fucking me and he’s doing it so good.

Oh God, I love it when he fucks me.

Could anyone with a human heart ever understand?

Could you? With your almighty heart and values in creation of mankind? Could you understand that what he is doing to me is the very thing I never knew I needed?

I don’t ever want him to stop. I want him to fuck me every day. I want him to fuck me every night. I want him to do everything to me. Just…want him to….fuck…”

His pace increases, his thrusts go deeper, and your head suspends your features to flush with the ceiling, moaning, and screaming. The vibrations of the echoes in your voice dances in the room, bouncing off the walls, the buzzing swims into both your ears as he holds you, steady as possible, while giving you everything he’s got. The ferocity of Greek Gods couldn’t even compare to Heeseung’s own.

The back of your head presses away from the headboard, you lean your face forward and introduce your cries into his mouth, engaged in the most passionate exchanging of wet kisses. The flicking of your tongues migrating from left to right, up and down, and in and out.

Your hands around his broad shoulders, your body lost all contact with the headboard as you have now completely relied on his body to fully support you. Not that it was a surprise, it was still impressive that Heeseung’s strength carried the weight of two bodies effortlessly.

You fall dense on his form; it was hard and warm. You were inching closer to a heightened state of euphoria as you bounced when you received each raging thrust.

The view of your hair flowing all around, dancing against your skin was a sight to behold. The sight of your breasts in bouncing motion from the thrusting impact enabled him to feel the desire to continue. But not just for the pleasure he was feeling from fucking you, it was so he could keep watching the evolution of your beauty taking place before him, all because of the awfully pleasant things he was doing to you. Things that are every father’s worst nightmare.

Your beauty just continuously amazes him, from the moment he met you he did everything in his power to not overindulge the mesmerizing image of you since he was trying to remain committed to Vicky, even if it was all mental. But he couldn’t, he wasn’t strong enough. You were intoxicating and no matter how he tried to distract himself from you, he was always brought back to your image.

Now that he got to see you in such a vulnerable state, he learned that you weren’t just beautiful when smiling, laughing, and looking at him intently with those dangerous eyes, he now discovered that you were just as beautiful, if not more so, when your face was stained with the pain of his penetration or the pleasure of him hitting your spot.

You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, an ancient glory of the world’s creation. Enabled by wanting to see more sides of you, he takes sinful act of performance to a speed that is unsearchable. And God, you lost it. Grabbing on to his chest, your strength drains out of you as your fingers drag down. You found yourself re-gripping your hold on his chest or his biceps, alternating as the high momentum of your bouncing form caused you to lose your handling. Your chest felt sore as you hyperventilate, and a combination of gasps and moans shot out of you violently.

“He fucks me.” “I fuck her.”

The slapping of on and off skin contact from his penetration accompanies your screams of pleasure. The feeling was so intense, and while you were pretty sure everyone could hear it, you knew that no one was going to do anything about it and, upon discovering his Heaven and Earth, you hope it stayed that way. The traffic of air escaping you causes your mouth to dry up, the flesh of your womb bruising from his explicit and merciless act; the moist flesh that binds around his cock continues to leak, allowing him to fuck you more easily, regardless of how tightly you were wrapped around him.

“He loves me.” “I love her.”

The sweat glistening your bodies, took part in transforming the movements from steady and neat to sloppy and shaky. Along with the explosion of pleasure and sexual power, you both were losing all sense of humanism, becoming animalistic and primitive instead. The mashing of his balls into your taint furthered the pleasure you were experiencing as you kept taking him in, permitting him to forge his sexual satisfaction inside your delicate and fragile body.

You never want to lose this. The thought of having him motivated you to raise and cross your arms around his neck; he knew the meaning behind this notion and just like you, he felt the same. Putting any remaining gaps in between your bodies to rest in peace, as he tightened his wrap around you.

His arms are parallel to each other as they remain firmly wrapped around your back, both hands reaching and touching your breasts from each side as he used the bulk of strength from his core to lift, pull, and push you up and down his cock, coating it with the slick gush of your pleasure. His knees were starting to grow weary from the strain of supporting you both, yet the pleasure of fucking you so beautifully gave him the strength to keep going.

“Please God, let him stay.” “I won’t leave you baby. I’m staying.”

Still exchanging the kisses, that have too now become sloppy, you began to feel like you were dying inside, the pleasure was too overwhelming, and you lost feeling in your fingers, finding it difficult to tell if you were touching his skin every time you dug the tips in. You have grown completely numb as your legs begin to slack off, their wrap around his waist loosens and the alternation of your bouncing of your body and the impact of his thrusts promotes them to slide and fall off.

Sensing you were growing weaker and faltering, he takes his arm and catches one of your legs from falling completely down, remaining hold of it. He places a reach around from the inside, placing his hand on your waist as his arm snakes your thigh, looping it from falling, maintaining some bit of integrity with the position as you continue getting fucked.

“I want him.” “I want her.”

You feel yourself growing too weak, your vision begins to tunnel as a thick ring of darkness slowly narrows your limited vision. Your arms wrapped around his neck begins to loosen and you found it more comfortable to place your hands back on his biceps, allowing them to rest on them since you lacked the strength to hold them in place. You can barely hold on. Your moans, while still maintaining volume, have decreased, the tone of your vocal cords no longer had the strength to push out solid sound, just a slight dying tone accompanying a whispering gasp as you took on ever other breath trying to find a way to re- stabilize your stamina so that it would match his.

A sudden swarm of defeat informs ceases you from doing anything. It was finally here.

You begin to feel the sharpness of your orgasm to penetrate deep into your stomach and chest each time his cock thrusted into you. Your legs shake violently, and your body is reaching a mode of panic as it jolts as you feel your hips gyrate against his groin. Though you’ve never experienced this, you knew of the feeling from the talk of friends, you were getting close. Really close.

Your body’s message to your brain is contradicting, it wants you to tell him to stop, to not proceed any further due to the overstimulation being unbearable. Yet, confusingly, it wanted him to continue, not just that, but it compelled you to move along with his rhythm and aid his quest for a release.

“God…please let him be the one and only one.”

“It’s me and you forever baby, I’ll always be the one to give it to you. Just me…and you….me fucking you… always.”

No words were exchanged, just the sound of your gasps and his groans and heavy breathing fills the hollowness of the room. Regardless, you both felt and heard each other’s tone of endearment as you communicate through the moans of pleasure. Your hips roll vigorously as you felt his cock begin to pulsate. He was also close, and his breathing began to shorten. His gasping breaths grew louder and more frequent, in sync with his thrusts. You loved the sound of his voice reflecting his actions towards you. It was capturing your independence and the sole entity of your being as you embraced the concept of being completely owned by him.

“I never want to be away from him.”

“Come with me.”

“I want to build a home with him.

"Marry me.”

“I want to carry his legacy.”

“Be the mother of my children.”

You both have reached the same altitude of the orgasmic high as his sloppy thrusts, receiving a boost of stamina from the turmoil of ecstasy in his core, become harder and faster. He was going into you deeper, to the point that your body reacted by jolting upwards. Your hands pushed against his biceps as you desperately try to remain suspended in hopes to inhibit him from breaking into you further, trying your best to prevent him going in too deep.

But Heeseung’s arm around your waist, which up until this very moment had been supporting you, works against you as he reaches up to the back of your shoulder, grabbing hold to push you down steadily and firmly, holding you in place as he continues his desire to extend his reach inside of you. He feels himself tearing your open parts that would be unreachable for any other man. He pushes, tears, rips, and separates you.

You found your voice as you let out a murderous scream, letting out everything ranging from yelling out his name and your desperate pleas begging for mercy, which he did not honor. To your painful horror he kept going while attaching his open mouth against your ear, placing soft kisses on your helix. Your remained facing off to the side, giving him full access to your ear as you try to find some sort of comfort from his kisses, in hopes that it would distract you from the pain. It didn’t, fact is, there was nothing that could ease, let alone save you.

You lose your mind. You lose sight, hearing, and the ability to think as your body is forced to take in all his power. The moisture inside you grows, it was your body’s response to the trauma, as if making it easier for him to slide in and out was going to help take the shock of pain away from him ripping into you, reaching a spot inside. A spot in every woman’s body that should never be breached.

The union of your fluids was formulating inside you, starts to seep out from whenever he thrusted, dripping down his cock and eventually creating a pool on the bed spread. Your mind has become blank with darkness, the pain starts to become tolerable as your orgasm trinkles in, starting off light and increases to the triggering point where the explosive punch from deep within your core takes place.

At that moment, the worst pain you felt at the hands of this man became worth dealing with as a nuclear effect causes your mind, body, and soul to be covered by a blanket of overwhelming pleasure.

Your scream was high in desperation from succumbing to that pleasure and pain. He loved hearing it, but he had, though barely, enough sense to stay mindful that you both were still in a dorm room. He loosens his grip and shoots his hand to extend passed the back of your shoulder, reaching from behind the base of your neck and around to the side of your face, covering your mouth. He loved the feeling of collecting your pants with his palm, the heat and condensation from it all being a mark of his victory.

Prior to muffling it, the sound of your scream brought him the most happiness he’s felt in a long time. He hated that he had to cover it, but he felt grateful that he was at least able to hear and memorize it before forcing it back into your mouth through the barricade of his hand.

Your body goes limp yet continues to shake in thunderous waves all over as the high from your intense orgasm pelted you with kisses of pleasure. It gave you wings. Heeseung’s orgasm follows suit after feeling the palpations of your walls clenching and pulsating against him at a rapid rate. There was an indescribable feeling of pleasure and joy within him as he felt the filtering release of his cum seeping deep inside you, painting your walls as white as the clouds in the sky.

All his children swim inside you, dancing joyfully upon finally meeting the warmth, comfort, and protection of their mother. Sealing your lips with another tender kiss, you both remain in position at a standstill. His cock resting inside you, you’re almost certain he was still releasing his fluid, which you willingly accept and take in. You receive his kiss as you enjoy the first and unfertilized stages from the act of procreation, and you embrace the concept of motherhood even if his offspring were in their microscopic form.

“My beautiful girl…I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about a thing. From now on, tell me what he’s done to you, and I’ll fix it.

Tell me you want a castle, I’ll build it.

Tell me you want the world, I’ll give it.

I’ll give everything, whether it’s my life or the sounds of the ocean, I’ll give you everything you want. It’s the least I can do, I’m so grateful.

I’m grateful to you.

I’m grateful to the love and creativity of your parents when they made you.

I’m grateful to him for giving you up.

I’m grateful to God for choosing you as his favorite. I’m grateful I get to keep you.

I’m grateful to the world, for once. I’m eternally grateful for finding you and even more so as I get to look forward an eternity with you.”

[lady-of-endless]

“Eclipsed Dreams” (Morpheus x reader)

Summary: Morpheus wishes for your presence in The Dreaming more than it's possible for a human with no immortality. Even if there are a lot of solutions, there is also a lot of doubt.

Word count: 1591

AN: I said I won't write again but it's impossible when you find the right muse. Don't really like how it turned out but I wanted to post something for the Sandhusband that would include him overthinking and a short "oh" moment. As usual, please excuse my grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.

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Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless could not have dreams, it was redundant, impossible. 

Many times he wondered how it felt for humans to think about something, someone so much that it showed up in their sleepy night fantasies. Perhaps he wished upon this understanding too much and that is how you appeared and offered him a glimpse of how it truly feels. 

"A human." He murmured to himself, letting his voice flow into the throne room. "How did it turn into this?" 

Matthew held in a disapproving caw behind a column while Lucienne sighed, also hidden close by, exasperated by her lord's sulkiness. They both knew he was waiting for you to show up in The Dreaming once again, just as always. 

After discovering this realm and its creator, you kept showing up there in each dream, to his fascination. Slowly and inexplicably, you started following him and he started to find himself beside you more. Only time can explain how an ordinary human and an Endless became bewitched by each other. The same time that will run out mercilessly for you one day. The passage of time was never a fear of Morpheus until he realized that it is the only thing that will separate you from this companionship.

You hated leaving his realm when you had to wake up, losing the track of time with him. Dream on the other hand had to be careful about how much time you spent in The Dreaming. Every time he knew that night has come to an end and you had to wake up, he unwillingly reached for the tool in his pocket. Every time you saw that leathered pouch of sand, you understood that it was time to go. Not even pleases, sweet words or tricks would work to make Dream postpone the separation moment. It was your least favorite part that unexpectedly grew on him like a habit. He seemed interested in what you will say or do next to persuade him. 

However, with each parting, that brief thrill turned to melancholy for him too. The weight of that moment almost got Dream to forget to send you back to The Waking World a few times. 

He always felt your first embrace tight, enthusiastic, and vibrant while the last one was softer, quieter, and lasting. 

Now, after another cherished reunion in his realm, that last kind of embrace and farewell words were demanded. It never got easy to leave. You pondered it while looking up at his iridescent sky blue eyes with your hands on his chest. Dream gently moved a hand in your hair to feel its texture and slowly placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled remembering how long it took him to do such a gesture and how heart-stopping it felt for the first time. 

"I will wait for you again." He whispered against your temple. "Farewell, for now." 

Stepping back and closing your eyes, you already felt the swirls of his sand take you away. 

Morpheus remained alone in his place and sighed before hearing someone's footsteps behind. The royal librarian kept her formal upright posture until Dream turned around to look at her. He noticed that she even brought the book he requested before his reunion with you.

"My lord, pardon the intrusion." Lucciene's calculated voice was heard clearly. "Could I say something about the current situation?" 

Dream half smiled at the way his librarian labeled what she saw as a situation.

"Of course, please go on." He has seen how reliable and wise Lucienne was many times but even more than that, how she was the one to remain at his side no matter what. It was natural to listen and consider what she had to say.

"Maybe she deserves a certain capability that allows her to stay here a little longer without crumbling the order of The Dreaming." Lucienne explained while handling Dream the heavy book he wanted.

Morpheus shook his head slowly, eyes focusing on your name which was written on the red cover. It has become his favorite lecture, losing count of how many times he stopped himself from reading it whole in one sitting.

"There is a need for her permission first." He explained slowly as he ran his fingers over the inscription. "Let us not forget that she built her life in The Waking World, her home." 

To Lucienne, it seemed that Morpheus was convinced that home had a different meaning for each other and so she wanted to contradict him.

"She likes it here, my lord, more than we can ever guess. Anyone can observe it." Lucienne tried, her devotion to seeing her king finally happy was incommensurable. 

When Dream requested that book again, she was sure that the only thing being in the way of your permanent stay is only his own doubt. The book contains notes from your life, both from The Waking World and The Dreaming. It is true that he almost knew everything in that writing but maybe he could find a detail, a wish, a thought that could indicate how much you wanted to stay there or if you aspired to immortality. Dream wanted to find those hints. Would you enjoy that immortality in his realm? Would you enjoy it with him?  

Lucienne would have asked why he could not talk to you directly but she suppressed that thought. After a long pause, she let Morpheus go on his research in silence.

Unfortunately, that study did not last long. Dream was informed of another rouge nightmare that lurked on the streets of The Waking World. His duties were calling. It seemed that catching this particular rogue took a little longer than expected. It kept Morpheus occupied until your next arrival. 

Opening your eyes and realizing where you were made your heart race. You looked around for him but the room and his throne were empty. Before you called for him, something else caught your attention. Curiosity got the best of you at the sight of a red book left right next to his throne. 

Dream always got goosebumps when your presence was felt in his realm. It was a subtle signal that came right in time. He felt it precisely after he was done with the nightmare.

Hearing the echo of the spiraling sand grains, you looked over your shoulder to see that familiar dark figure in a long coat appear in the middle of the throne room. Dream took off his helm revealing his messy jet black hair which you adored. His lips parted for a welcome that was not heard or articulated. 

Dreamy eyes were watching you slowly descend the stairs from his throne. The light from outside the castle accidentally beamed behind your frame, lighting up the room at that moment. To him, you looked breathtaking with the warmth of your gaze and the calmness of your smile. 

That is when lord Morpheus realized that he found everything he was searching for in the book about you. 

The way you felt so comfortable in The Dreaming and how you would interact naturally with every resident was a surprise he now remembered. All those times you came there and confessed how his realm felt like heaven, all those moments spent in his arms, your silent longing, were now coming back to him. Morpheus finally understood, your wish was always in front of his spellbound eyes. 

He knew he could talk to his sister, Death, and rely on her ability for such a gift for you. He already could imagine that pure smile on her face at the announcement.

"Was there another rogue on the loose?" You asked when you got closer to him, maintaining your soft smile despite your worry. 

Dream kept on gazing into your eyes, seeming to ignore the book from your hands intentionally. 

"Unfortunately so." He answered briefly, knowing he needed to change the subject. "I wish to talk to you about a matter that has become pressing after your last visit here." There was something in the way he dragged the last word into silence.

It was finally enough, he had to ask for your decision and not try to guess it anymore.

"I thought so." You responded gesturing at the book with your name on it. "Some explanations about this would be helpful. What is it that you want from this? Is there something you want to know?"

He could not understand how slowly opening up to you felt so worryingly natural.  

"You found me out." Dream finally was able to offer his smile that you loved so much. "I do want to know something."

Most of the time his hands were cold but when he touched yours, you could only feel the warmth. For what he was going to propose to you, Dream held your hands and looked deep into your eyes. The words did not come easily to him, you could see it from the way he was tensed and how he took long pauses that made your heart skip a beat or two. He explained how your presence in his realm was something he longed for every night even after your leaving and how he would still do anything for your safety and happiness even if you decide to refuse. Leaving you almost speechless, trying to take in every phrase and sudden confession, Dream stepped closer to you.

"You will always be connected to this place but do you want to belong here?" He whispered even closer to your face. "Beside me."

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[yourfavoritebookclub]

WINGLEADER: A Xaden Riorson POV Fanfiction

CHAPTER 4

I wake up even more on edge than I was yesterday. 

Last night was…bad. A quiet weapons run turned into utter chaos.

My eyes ache from exhaustion and the sunlight blaring through my window is enough to turn my stomach.

I slide my hands down my face in an effort to ease the subtle pounding in my head that started sometime on the flight back to the citadel.

Last night.

Two minutes. I’ll lay here for two minutes and then I’ll start this Gods forsaken day. 

My skin feels tight, like all the anxiety from yesterday is trying to punch its way out of my body. Seeing Violet yesterday, putting my arms around Liam, the panic from last night. All of it is taking its toll. 

My two minutes are up, and I exhale the breath I’ve been holding before I heave myself out of bed and pad over to the shower.

I turn the water to scalding, tilting my face up, letting the steady stream soothe the ache that has now wormed its way into my temples.

“You’re going to be late.” Sgaeyl gruffs in my mind.

I sigh inwardly, “Hear me out, what if we just went out flying today?”

“I am not the one in need of convincing. My studious rider is the one who will need the convincing

I give her a short, tired laugh.

Stepping out of the shower is a feat of pure willpower, but I manage to leave the comfort of the warm water. I quickly towel off and tug my uniform on. I’ve taken more time than I have this morning. 

Standing in the mirror, I smooth my hair back and check each detail of my appearance. Another weapon in my Arsenal. Another lesson from my father. I examine my flight leathers. My jacket is mostly bare, just the two pins denoting my rank and wing. Anything else feels unnecessary. Strategy comes most often from secrecy. From keeping things close to the chest. 

I give myself one last look over. I feel a hell of a lot more like myself than I did last night.

I pull open the door and walk down the hallway towards the staircase that leads to the Rotunda.

Garrick and Imogen are standing at the bottom of the steps talking. Imogen stops mid sentence and tilts her head up towards me with a mischievous grin and says, “Hey Riorson, running a little behind this morning.” Another smirk, “Anyone, I mean, anything bothering you this morning?

Have I been that obvious?

Yea. Yea I have.

“Hey Imogen, running your mouth a bit extra this morning?” I bite back, but my mouth quirks to the side as she lets out a laugh. The disaster of last night tucked away.

We fall in line together, and Garrick and Imogen carry on their earlier discussion about…I listen for about five seconds and roll my eyes

Dagger pommels. 

“The pommel itself is more important than the blade, every hand, every arm is different so the pommel has to be the foundation for that extension you know?” Imogen says animatedly, her hands moving wildly as she talks.

Who in Malek’s name talks about dagger pommels at seven in the morning?

I throw an assessing look their way and I wonder, as I always do when they’re together, why Garrick won’t let her in. 

But I know why he doesn’t. You can’t let yourself fall in love like that. 

Lust? Sure. 

Sex is easy, it’s quick. It satiates something akin to companionship.

But love requires time, and the always looming threat of death makes it hard to make time for anything else. 

Certainly not the potential grief that comes with love. Grief is dangerous.

We meet Quinn and Arvel in the gathering hall. We fill the seats next to them, and everyone begins their usual early morning chatter.

If any of my friends notice the distracted silence I’ve fallen into, they don’t say anything.

I sit in that silence, mind elsewhere, until Garrick bumps my shoulder and says, “We gotta get to Carr’s class early, I don’t feel like dealing with his glares all morning.”

“You wouldn’t get glared at if you got there on time” I mutter under my breath.

Garrick scoffs and looks pointedly at Imogen, “He really is in a foul mood today.

Imogen smiles and gives us a lazy wave, but her eyes linger a little too long on Garrick’s face. 

The headache I woke up with has returned and each step I take is accompanied by a spark of pain behind my eyes. 

Garrick takes a look around as we walk down the pillared hall, “This is a ruthless batch of first years.” All of the first years are typically blood-thirsty, and desperate to prove themselves, but Garrick’s right, this year there is something far more electric in the air.

Bodhi is leaning against the wall, the picture of boredom when we exit the gathering hall.

“Good morning, brothers.” He says cheerfully, clapping Garrick and I both on the back.

Garrick and Bodhi immediately start chatting behind me.

Garrick’s right, I am in a foul mood. Their chipper attitudes normally wouldn’t bother me, but right now I need a breather.

I turn away from both of them and my eyes dip below to the swarm of cadets making their way to morning classes. 

I let my shadows wander, snaking their way around the large building. 

I’m trying to tell myself it’s just to blow off some steam, let my power run free for a minute, but somewhere in the back of my mind, those same shadows whisper her name. Seconds later I feel them twist up my neck and around my ears, and my eyes snap to a corner of the rotunda.

Where Violet is edging her way around one of the large pillars. I watch as she walks toward the center of the room.

The skin behind my neck prickles and I have to repress the shudder that courses its way through me as Violet looks up and meets my eyes. I can’t look away. 

I can’t help myself. I need to know her, to understand her. 

It’s too strong for me to even try to hide it anymore. The only thing I can do now is hope that she misinterprets my curiosity for cruelty. 

An almost imperceivable movement behind Violet catches my attention and I see Dain emerge from behind the same pillar she just appeared from. 

At least I’m not the only person who’s having trouble being subtle.

My eyes find Violet’s again and I can't help the way my brow raises. 

Or the irritation that turns my throat dry. 

Or…jealousy?

Aetos? Really? 

She turns to face him and the look that flits across her face is unmistakable.

Shit. That’s definitely jealousy making my stomach burn.

I call out to both of them, my voice projecting across the rotunda, “I already knew your parents are tight, but do you two have to be so fucking obvious?” I don’t even try to hide the smile on my face as I look between Violet’s wide eyes, and Dain’s flushed cheeks. Got him.

“Let me guess, childhood friends?” I’ve turned my irritation into arrogance, and that arrogance into a weapon, aimed at both of them “First loves, even?”

Violet turns her head back to Dain and begins whispering. 

The shadows at their feet feed me every whispered word, “He can’t hurt you without cause, right?”

Gods, I’m not about to throw down in the middle of the courtyard. 

The image that flashes across my mind of Dain, shadows curled around his neck, is only slightly appealing. 

More whispering from Violet, “Without cause and calling a quorum of wingleaders because you’re a squad leader. Article Four, Section Three.” 

Dain at least knows better than to whisper, “Correct.” He says it as a warning, “But you’re not.”

My annoyance sparks again at the implication in his voice, “I expected you to do a better job of hiding where your affections lie, Aetos.” 

I start down the steps toward the two of them. Aetos is going to cause problems if he can’t distance himself from Violet. She’s already a target.

Favoritism between lower years always creates an invitation for violence.

Dain’s command is crystal clear “Run, Violet,” The last word comes out sharp and definitive, “Now”

Aetos is a prick, and if he honestly thinks Violet’s best bet is to run in the face of conflict, he’ll get her killed before the end of the week.

I walk down and stand at the base of the steps, waiting for Dain to make his way through the crowd.

He stops in front of me, his back ramrod straight and jaw locked.

His self control is solid, I’ll give him that.

Because that is pure fury behind those eyes.

I raise both brows at him, a small smile playing on my lips, “Really Aetos?” I ask, noncommittally waving a hand in the direction that Violet ran.

“Don’t act like it was unwarranted to assume you might hurt her.” His voice is calm but I can see the way he grits his teeth when he’s done speaking.

“And you think making her run is going to stop me?”

#fanfiction #fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #xadenviolet #violet and xaden

[kae-karo]

(spins wheel) Cyno and (throws dart) Childe for the ask game?

oh GORGEOUS and honestly that's the way to do it lmao - for context (x)

i hate to say it but cyno is playing babysitter lsdkfjklsdfj like i'm so sorry to childe but the minute cyno figures out that childe views a good fight as the Best Thing that could possibly happen, he's leveraging it like candy. "if you keep causing trouble here, i'll have to cancel our weekly sparring session", "if i hear another complaint about the fatui in your regimen harassing sumeru citizens, i may have to reconsider our agreement to train together" and cyno is utterly RIGID with these threats

one time childe takes his statement too lightly and cyno doesn't show up and, furthermore, can't even be found during their allotted sparring time. childe is utterly heartbroken and admittedly (begrudgingly) respectful toward cyno for staying true to his word

i know i tend to shoehorn childe into 'fighting brain go brrrrrrrrr' but i think he just views it as a pathway to companionship? like, don't get me wrong, this man is battlesexual 1000% but beyond that he just finds it the fastest way to get to know someone

and i think he finds cyno immensely practical and respectably determined, and very skilled in a fight which has merit in its own right. he probably views cyno's short manner of speech to be a sign that he doesn't particularly like childe at first until he (or someone else) mentions that it's just how he is, nothing against childe

OH critical addition, of course - childe finds cyno's sense of humor a little strange but ultimately probably pretty funny. in part i wouldn't be shocked if it's cause it's less...unsavory? than what he probably hears around a bunch of fatui all day

not that like. all fatui must have unsavory senses of humor but that kind of humor probably makes the rounds between enough of the louder fatui that childe is basically subjected to it on a regular basis. and he never laughs, cause there's lines that aren't okay to cross, even as a joke, and usually that shuts up whoever's talking (that dead-eyed stare really strikes fear into his subordinates lmao) but it doesn't really stop it

anyway all of that to say that childe probably detests the humor he's been exposed to up until this point and cyno's jokes are a bit of a breath of fresh air, and cyno definitely appreciates a good dry laugh when he's so used to dead silence in the wake of his jokes

send two genshin characters (ship or not) and i’ll give u my take on their dynamic

#genshin #genshin impact #cyno #childe #ask #plot-hole-ventilation

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

XVIII. the things you said

✘ Synopsis : the sudden tension that filled your tiny apartment had you questioning whether letting the seven men in was a good idea. The constant arguing between the guys has you scared to even leave your room in the mornings. Following Nikis wake up call, Jungwon tries his best to help you.

✘ Pairing : ??? x F!Reader

✘ TW : arguing ; verbal fighting ; big doubts ; crying ; consolation ; attempt at relief by Jungwon ; kind of awkward ; a small kiss ; it was only a kiss ; Jungwon confession ; Jungwon soft hours but also Jungwon fucks up his own soft hours oof ;

✘ Word Count : 2.3k

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The nightly companionship of the members was supposed to be something that made you feel more comfortable, to ease your worries, but it only seemed to cause more problems in the apartment that had become a safe haven for the men, but to you, it was like a big bubble of stress that you couldn’t even escape. 

At this point it seemed like it was a bad idea to have even asked for companionship in the first place. You’d rather just deal with the nightmares than to deal with the arguing and the awkwardness that followed the morning after. Every time you woke up, every single time, you felt like you needed to brace yourself for the glares and looks of disdain from the men who were already sitting up in the living room with their eyes glued to your bedroom door just waiting for you to walk out with another one of the members. You had no reason to feel shame for wanting to be comforted, for wanting to feel safe, but the way they looked at you made it seem like you had done something awful even though you knew you didn’t. 

The constant bickering and fights that filled your living room had you questioning a lot of things, one of the main things was letting them into your apartment in the first place. It felt foolish, it felt dumb, it felt like one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had in your life. You had enough things to worry about, and now it felt like everything was building up on your shoulders and weighing you down to the point where you didn’t even want to get out of bed, or more so, like you couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. 

Jungwon had slept beside you last night, and while he had been so sweet and so kind, he even placed pillows in between the two of your bodies just to make you feel more comfortable, but even still, you couldn’t let go of the dread that filled your body as you grimly looked forward to the awkward morning that you knew would come about as soon as the sun rose. 

He had woken up before you, making sure to slip out of bed unnoticed so as to not wake you up and quickly exited to room to take the initial impact of the glares and stares and arguing of the guys. He knew you didn’t need that, he knew that you were already stressed enough as it is, he could hear you crying into your pillow at night, a sound that you had assumed he couldn’t hear. He didn’t even know what to do at that moment, mainly because he wanted so badly to comfort you, but at the same time he was livid at the men who were making you feel that way. 

“You guys really need to chill the hell out.” He mumbled as he grabbed a cup to fill with water, taking a quick swig to rid his throat of its dryness. “She was crying all night, she’s stressed out, she doesn’t need your shit.” He finished, setting his cup down on the counter and moving into the living room to meet the eyes of the men who were still glaring at him. 

All but Niki were there, the youngest still laying on the floor in your bedroom enjoying a peaceful sleep, none the wiser to what was going on just outside the bedroom door.. “Oh, I bet you really enjoyed making her feel better and wiping away the tears, bud.” Jake grumbled, running his hand through his hair before crossing his arms over his chest to shoot lasers in Jungwons direction. 

“You all are pathetic.” Jungwon muttered, his lips sealing shut when he heard the door to the bedroom squeak softly, giving away the fact that it was being opened. Everyone watched, waiting to see you come out from around the door frame, but they were instead met with the sight of Niki, his hair sticking up in all directions and his eyes barely even opened as he stumbled into the kitchen to grab something to drink. 

“You guys aren’t quiet at all…” He mumbled as he filled his cup, swigging it all back in a matter of seconds before setting it down quite loudly on the counter. “Maybe you all will shut up if you knew she was already awake, that she can hear you, and she’s literally crying her eyes out because she thinks it’s all her fault that you guys are like this.” The way he said it made it seem so nonchalant, but everyone could hear in his tone just how pissed he was. He refused to even step foot in the living room where everyone else was sitting, and other than laying out the facts for them, he didn’t say anything else. 

“God dammit…” Jungwon muttered, turning to head back into your bedroom before any of the other guys could, but he was immediately stopped by Jay with a hand on his shoulder. “What?” Jungwon spat the word at him, whipping around to glare at his hyung. 

Jay shrugged, his eyes glancing between your bedroom and Jungwons annoyed face. “I don’t know, I just think someone… like one of your hyungs should help her out. I mean… you probably won’t even know how to talk to her and-” He was cut short when Jungwon pushed him away, his teeth gritted with agitation and tears of anger brimming in his eyes. “I’m just trying to do her a favor, you know…” Jay continued, poised as ever, as if Jungwon wasn’t currently looking at him like he wanted to fight. 

“You’re an arrogant piece of shit, you know that?” Jungwon hissed, his balled fists being shoved into his pockets to try to control the burning urge to punch Jay in the face. He knew that it wouldn’t help you at all, and it would probably only make you cry more than you were now, and that’s the last thing he wanted you to do. “Just leave her alone, okay? You don’t even… ugh… You just disgust me right now, leave me and her alone for the rest of the day. No one here needs your shit.” 

He didn’t even wait for Jays response before turning back around and heading to your room, trying to calm himself down before taking a deep breath and rapping his knuckles against the door. 

“No thank you… Have whatever you want for breakfast… I’m not hungry.” You mumbled in response to the knock, your face still very much buried in your pillow that was soaked with the tears that were falling steadily, as if you had an infinite amount being stored somewhere and it wasn’t planning on letting up anytime soon. The knock sounded again, and you lifted your head, assuming that whoever it was hadn’t heard you, but around the frame of the door popped Jungwons head, his dimpled cheeks showing as he smiled softly at you. “Did you leave something in here?” You asked, looking around the bed to see what he could possibly be missing, and in the small amount of time that your head was turned, he had slipped into the room and shut the door behind himself. 

“Yeah… You.” He murmured, walking over to the bed and letting himself fall back on it at the end, his arms folded behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling that was now illuminated by the small amount of sun that broke in through the blinds. “You know we can’t have breakfast without you… You’re the only one that keeps us from ripping each other's heads off.” He turned his head to look at you, and you stared back at him incredulously. 

“I’m the one causing you to want to rip each other’s heads off.” You muttered, rolling back over on your side and pulling the blankets up over your head. “I don’t know why… You guys didn’t hate each other when you first got here… What did I do wrong?” They were rhetorical questions, you didn’t really need an answer, you didn’t exactly want an answer either. The question hadn’t even been meant for him, you were mostly asking yourself the questions, your mouth just spoke what your mind was thinking at that moment. 

Jungwon sat up, or more so, jumped up, crawling across the bed to be right next to you and pulling the blankets down from around your head. “Nothing. You did nothing wrong, Y/N, believe me.” He smoothed back the hair that had been haphazardly strewn across your face in the process of moving the blanket, his hands freezing on your cheek as he looked at you. “You’re not the cause of anything…” He whispered, his eyes wavering, not able to look into yours for more than a split second. 

“Everyone hates me…” You choked out, turning your head away from his and moving away from his touch, his hand weakly falling to the pillow right beside your head. His mouth opened to speak, to disagree with you, but before he had the chance to, you continued. “Don’t try to tell me I’m wrong… I can see the way everyone looks at me when I walk out of my room in the morning… If looks could kill, I’d be dead a dozen times over, maybe more.” You buried your face back into your pillow and let out a sob that was barely muffled by fabric. 

Hearing you say it made him beyond angry at the guys who were in the other room, but it would have been hypocritical to just be mad at them, knowing that he had shot the same looks when he was the one who would sleep in the living room instead of beside you where he wanted to be. It hurt too, to think that you thought that the looks were pointed in your direction when it was the complete opposite. “Nobody hates you… I promise you, I can swear on everything that I love… Nobody here hates you at all.” He hated vouching for the guys in any way, but he knew that he needed to in order for you to not feel like you were right because you weren’t. “And the looks… They’re not at you… They’re at the other guy.” You slowly lifted your head from your pillow to look at him quizzically. “They’re jealous…” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him as you gently nudged him with your elbow. “That’s ridiculous, Jungwon…” God, how his heart melted to hear his name come from your lips, he loved to hear it, he hated hearing you say anyone else’s name, and he knew that that was part of the problem. “Why would they be jealous? What is there to even be jealous about?” You really were oblivious to the fact that they were all pining over you, and he assumed that it was just because the world was ending and the last thing you wanted to think about was the possibility of six men falling for you at the same time, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t happening. 

His arm draped over you, turning you in his direction, his face just above your own and he heard you gasp softly at just how close he was to you. At least you weren’t pushing him away though, that was a start, right? “Because you’re beautiful… Because you’re sweet and you’re selfless and you treat us like we’re human, not just some idols that you happened to save during the apocalpyse. Because you’re real, and you saved us… And everyone out in that room is fighting for the chance to be in this room with you… And it’s quite adorable that you can’t see just how much I like you…” Without a second thought, his lips lowered down to yours, and while the guys had intermittently kissed the top of your head or your forehead, all of them seemed to be just kind sentiments to ease your mind. This was completely different, there was so much feeling behind it even if it only lasted a second, not even a whole second even. 

“Jungwon… I…” You didn’t know what to say, and both of your eyes were wide now as you stared at each other, at a loss for words. You had taken everything that he had said to heart, you were finally beginning to understand what he was saying, beginning to understand what was going on, but before you even had a chance to react he had done that. It wasn’t bad… If you weren’t in a tiny apartment and boxed in with a bunch of other testosterone fueled guys, you would have actually allowed yourself to enjoy it, but now you were more worried. 

What if the others found out? It would only irritate them more and you didn’t want to think about just how strongly they’d react if they found out that Jungwon had done what he did. “I’m so sorry… I… Didn’t mean that… At all…” He stammered, pushing himself up off the bed and backing away to the door, his reaction was like that of someone who had just seen the most disgusting, grotesque monster in the world, and all the words he said seemed to lose their meaning. 

He ran out the door, slamming it behind him, the sound causing you to jump as your heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces. He hadn’t meant it, he probably didn’t even want to do it… So why did he? The questions began filling your mind, the words being screamed inside your head and there was nothing you could do to stop it, and the only sound that even muffled the screaming in your head was your own sobbing and your heart breaking. 

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[wmarximoff]

Okay, here we go!

I - What do you think about before you fall asleep?

II - What's your favourite thing about being in a relationship (past or present)?

III - What is your idea of a perfect date?

IV - What's your biggest weakness?

V - What makes you nervous?

VI - Who inspires you to be a better person?

VII - What instantly makes someone attractive to you?

VIII - Online dating. Yes or no?

IX - Are you looking for a relationship and what would be a big red flag in that sort of commitment? X - Would you ever make a playlist for someone?

XI - If you could move anywhere in the world where would you go?

XII - What three things would you bring with you to a deserted island?

XIII - Do body types matter to you?

I - What do you think about before you fall asleep?

Usually about the shit day I'm gonna have when I wake up LMAO. Although these thoughts are quickly being replaced by my craving for good morning messages from a certain someone 😌

II - What's your favourite thing about being in a relationship (past or present)?

The companionship, I think. Just having someone by my side that I can feel completely free to talk to about everything or nothing, the little quiet moments and the many intimate moments that are just impossible to have with anyone else in life. The beauty of a relationship is its uniqueness, right? It's the fact that there is no one in the world who can mean as much to you as that person and the moments you create with them.

III - What is your idea of a perfect date?

IV - What's your biggest weakness?

All I can think about is the fact that I internalize my feelings so much that I can't express everything I feel even if I try really hard, and it can make people important to me think I don't care about them, it's always shit 😪

V - What makes you nervous?

Compliments.

VI - Who inspires you to be a better person?

Actually humanity inspires me to be worse.

VII - What instantly makes someone attractive to you?

Their mind and the way they think, plus their personality for sure. I like people who stand out (not necessarily attention-grabbing, but just stand out for being different).

VIII - Online dating. Yes or no?

I'm... not sure? Like, been there done that, but it obviously didn't work out LMAO. But it wasn't the distance's fault, so I don't know 🤨. All I know is that it's pretty hard to fall in love with someone out of reach.

IX - Are you looking for a relationship and what would be a big red flag in that sort of commitment?

Honestly I like the idea of having someone, I won't deny it. But the biggest red flags are always when I end up knowing things about the person from others that turn out not to be very good, I guess. But normally I just trust my gut.

X - Would you ever make a playlist for someone?

Lol yeah I'm that gay 🤪

XI - If you could move anywhere in the world where would you go?

You know, I like the idea of traveling around the world, but moving to another country is a step beyond what I have in mind for my future for now… but in a hypothetical situation I could say Australia 🤭

XII - What three things would you bring with you to a deserted island?

A pack of cigarettes, a lighter and my phone. Smoke a couple of cigs, chill for a bit, listen to some songs, write something and then I text someone saying S.O.S or some shit like that. I actually need some time on a desert island.

XIII - Do body types matter to you?

Why would it matter, right?

#t asks #ask game #anonymous user 001

[findingthespark]

Pride’s Folly (Part 3)

Fiacha didn’t know how much longer she wandered in the Fade. She wasn’t even truly sure if it was the Fade, despite what Solas had told her. She was a hunter among her clan, no mage; she’d had no experience with the dreaming world except in her sleep. And it was nothing like what she saw before her. Usually, she had insensible dreams that involved talking halla.

Her unexpected visitor did not come to speak with her again, although there were moments when she swore she could feel the immense presence she had first felt when he arrived hovering nearby. But whenever she turned to look, she saw only the shifting forest. She wished he would come back and talk to her, explain more fully what was going on here. Though she had taken his lesson to heart and could now keep the nightmares at bay, it was awfully lonely here on her own, and his presence had been a comfort to her.

But musing on him gave her an idea.

She didn’t know if she had the ability to summon a fully realized being or spirit; truthfully, the thought of summoning a spirit unnerved her, but it seemed worth the effort. At the least, it would give her something to do. Finding a soft, mossy place under a tree, she settled down for a rest, crossing her legs and closing her eyes to concentrate. Unsure of what to imagine, she focused not so much on a face or a shape, but on the general feeling of companionship and the warmth and contentment that accompanied it.

She felt a shift of movement and heard the patter of wings setting a form on the ground in front of her. When she opened her eyes, a raven strutted the ground in front of her. It was big, even as ravens go, and it was slightly translucent with a greenish sheen to it. It paused in its strutting and peered at her with one of its eyes.

“Andaran atish’an,” she greeted it, dipping her head in respect.

The raven returned the motion, croaking a gravelly coo in the back of its throat, which sounded oddly affectionate for all its gruffness. She reached out and gave it a little rub underneath its beak. It responded with another gravelly coo. She smiled.

“Do you have a name?”

It cocked its head at her.

“Would you like a name?”

It bobbed its whole body up and down.

Fiacha took a moment to think, sifting through her vocabulary for an appropriate appellation. Then it occurred to her.

“What about Banal’ras? A shadow among shadows?” she inquired.

Her new friend pondered the suggestion. She could almost see it sounding out the syllables in its head, tasting the possibility of it.

“Ban..al..ras,” it slowly articulated. Then bobbed appreciatively and croaked twice.

Fiacha had difficulty restraining her astonishment, but she refrained from commenting on the raven’s ability for speech and smiled instead.

“I’m glad you like it.” She ran her fingers down along its back and then rubbed beneath its beak again.

“Do you know how I long I have been here?”

Banal’ras hummed uncertainly.

“Time in dreams...diff..er..ent...than in waking.”

Of course, she thought. It could be mere hours or it could be days, weeks even. But she had found no path or sign of any way out of this dreaming.

“I need to return to myself,” she murmured. “Something terrible has happened...although I can’t remember what.” She feared her body might be wasting away, too. “But how?”

The raven ruffled its feathers and then lifted itself into a nearby branch.

“Follow!” it croaked.

This time it was her turn to tilt her head at it in confusion.

Banal’ras flitted over to a tree several paces away.

“Follow!” it croaked again.

Fiacha rose to her feet.

“Alright, alright. Not like I have anything better to do. Lead the way.”

Banal’ras winged its way from branch to branch, sailing easily under the canopy of the trees. It paused every so often to make sure Fiacha was keeping up, and satisfied that she was still following its lead, it kept along. Any time the forest became murky with ill intent, the raven squawked in that direction, and the foliage shifted back to its natural state. The elf looked on in wonder.

Before long, they reached the edge of the trees. Beyond seemed to be a shifting light washing at the boundaries. The air smelled different here, crisp like the snow on a mountain, but smoky and sulfuric, too.

“That way,” Banal’ras barked.

“My world?”

The raven bobbed.

“Waking.”

What she would encounter ahead couldn’t be any worse than what she had endured so far. It was worth the chance to return to the world. Bowing to Banal’ras, she then took a step outside of the forest and into the shifting light.

Fiacha was relieved to open her eyes and see that she was in a dim room warmed by a crackling fire. Everything felt so...grounded, so static here. Without even realizing it, her time in the Fade was already slipping away from her memory. She tried to recall where it was she had been before she was knocked unconscious, since that information would no doubt become relevant very quickly.

There had been...trouble between mages and templars. Fighting. Bad fighting. And the conflict had begun to spill into the Dalish world. Clans had to keep moving even more than normal to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Areas that were normally safe for longer settlements were being occupied by mages and sometimes templar camps. The Lavellan clan had grown concerned, especially since they treated more often with humans than other clans that roamed the Free Marches. Instability and unrest were no good for anyone, and it definitely made life that much harder for them. Thedas could barely be considered recovered from the Fifth Blight.

Word had reached them of the Conclave that the Chantry’s Divine had called together: a meeting to discuss a possible end to the destruction being wreaked in every country. Keeper Istimaethoriel wanted eyes on the proceedings and sent her along, one of their most capable hunters.

But anything to do with the Conclave remained fuzzy in Fiacha’s mind. She knew she had travelled down into Ferelden, had even made the approach to the Temple of Sacred Ashes, but nothing else came to mind.

Something horrific had to have happened.

A man suddenly came in, first looking worn, and then seeing her awake, became alarmed.

“Get the Lady Cassandra!” he called towards the door. “The elf is awake!”

Two armored helpers scrambled in, and before Fiacha had any time to try and rise from the bed or ask any question, they grasped at her arms to drag her up. In the confusion she was startled, and flailing a little under their attention, accidentally came into contact with one of the guards with the strange mark she had forgotten she had. It sent them flying across the room.

Everyone paused, stunned.

“Bring manacles!” the first man ran out of the room. “Quickly!”

Fiacha was too tired to protest, too tired to move. She waited, seemingly placid, for someone to bring the bindings. She did not protest. She was in over her depth, and she could only hope she would be given the time to explain her situation, such as she was able.

#solavellan #solas x inquisitor #solas #fiacha #lavellan #I was going to keep going with the scene #but it wasn't coming #so take this as it is please #I know it's a slow start #but I have something in mind that I think you will like #dragon age #inquisition #Pride's Folly #Part 3

[tarnishedxknight]

It wasn't just boredom that led Gylfie to remain in Drace's office while she worked - curled up in one of the chairs and angled sideways, with her knees drawn up and head rested against the back. It was an unspoken need for companionship, now that her mother and sister were gone, and to be someplace where she would be safe. Safe from curious and judgemental whispers. Safe from her father. Safe from Vayne.

Not that... she would say any of that. Perhaps out of pride. Perhaps to tell herself she had a better handle on it all than she did. To deny how cornered she felt. How... useless she was, being ordered to break from her duties until her pain was manageable. Which... was a humiliating thing, really, though she had since learned to hold her tongue. After all... she really was in no shape to be of much use.

While uncommon, fortunately, there were times the scar along her neck would flare up. It was always visible - red and angry, as though new instead of years old. It got that way when aggravated, and... battle could cause such, but the only one she had to thank for its state now was herself, and, in part, Vayne. It had been another nightmare of herself bleeding out the night before, and when she could not go back to sleep, she had opted to walk the halls. An unofficial patrol, armed with her sword but unarmored. Vayne was up, as if the Fates weren't already conspiring against her, and he had approached her. It was not the first time, and... nor would it be the last, she knew, though she did her best to try and forget. To forget the way he spoke to her in a honeyed tone - feigning worry as he touched her jaw. Her neck. Her scar, even, as he examined how angry she had gotten it by waking up clawing at her neck once more, as he traced it and--

Her stomach churned, and she shifted in the seat with a small noise of discomfort. Of pain, really, as the inflammed tissue sent a fresh jolt down her spine and up her jaw, and gave her something else to focus on. She had to stop thinking about the night before, anyhow, lest she vomit all over the floor. Neither herself or Drace would appreciate it. Though...

A part of her wanted to say something. Gylfie wanted to tell Drace what had happened, if only for her own comfort. Vayne was untouchable, she knew, and...

No, it wasn't worth sharing the helplessness she felt. She could handle it.

Instead, she wanted nothing more than to sleep to make up for the lack of it the night before, but she dared not do such. She could attempt later, once she returned to her quarters. For now, she would rest in the company of a friend - of family, if she were honest - and pretend she was not at all lonely. Pretend she was not at all afraid. But her mind was racing, now, as her skin prickled and her heart began to beat harder. She needed to say something. To keep herself distracted. To--

"How much trouble would we get into if I aided you with your paperwork?" Gylfie asked - her tone casual despite her pain. Despite the panic that threatened to consume her again. But she did not move from where she sat. Did not open her eyes as she kept her neck stretched and head still against the seat. It... wasn't quite comfortable, not as it would be had she been in her quarters, sitting on the floor with her head resting against the side of her bed, but she was not about to attempt such and look like a damn dog leaning against Drace's desk. "I swear you could swim in the amount you have. Perhaps it would be wise to stretch your legs for a bit?"

((@disillusionedjudge))

@disillusionedjudge

Drace was an incredibly focused and driven individual, and as such, it didn't bother her in the slightest to have Gylfie lingering about in her office while she attempted to make headway on a massive pile of court-related documents that had accumulated while she'd been otherwise engaged. She could keep her focus despite the obvious unrest of the other and, frankly, Gylfie was welcome at any time. Especially if she seemed out of sorts. Drace had been someone Gabranth could go to for comfort or encouragement for many years, so why should she not also provide the same caretaking services for Gylfie as well? She wanted to, for Ynarra was considered as family.

Carefully tending to her paperwork, in armor yet sans her helm and gauntlets, her head bent as she sat at her desk, Drace let Gylfie do as she pleased, sit where she wished, whatever. It made no difference to Drace, and if it helped to settle her, then all the better. And if it did not, well... she was sure Gylfie would speak if she felt the need. Until then, Drace thrust herself into the mountain of documents, with the only sound to be heard being the scratching of her quill upon parchment and the occasional tapping of its calamus against the rim of an inkwell.

That is, until Gylfie actually did speak, and when she did, Drace did not immediately look up, nor did she cease in her writing. She did, however, crack a slight smile and allow herself a light chuckle. "That, my dear Ynarra, would depend entirely upon how well you could accomplish it," she replied with a certain amount of affection, having a habit of taking on a softer tone with either her or Gabranth in private. Of course Drace would never allow such a thing, she had far too much integrity for that, but at least entertaining the idea of it was a amusing distraction.

Now she did pause and look up, sitting back in her chair with a slight sigh for her sore back muscles. "I refer to the emulation of my writing, of course, and not to the documents themselves. Those, I've full faith, you will be filing for your own court over which you shall preside one day." It was both a compliment and an endorsement, a show of faith in Ynarra's ability to reach the rank of Judge Magister in the future.

She knew Gabranth shared that faith, for they had discussed Gylfie's abilities, mental fortitude, and determination on many occasions. Although she had her moments of emotional faltering, so did Gabranth. Not all Judge Magisters were as solid in their mental health as Drace was the majority of the time. And yet, Gabranth had emerged as the unspoken head of the rank in more ways than one, proving that heart and hard work could overcome emotional fragility. So why could the same not be true for Gylfie as well?

Drace's head bowed again and she had full intention of returning to her work, when... Gylfie spoke yet again. And... as casual as she tried to make the suggestion to stretch her legs sound, Drace heard something in her voice. A little tremble. A little... desperation. Oh, it was barely there, and if she hadn't nursed Gabranth along after so many nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks, and other assorted facets of his trauma, or heard and observed him at court as he tried to hold himself together and remain composed in the face of something that rattled him... perhaps she would never have developed the keen sensitivity or perceptive skills to identify it that she now possessed.

It was most definitely there in her voice, and as Drace lifted her gaze to Gylfie, she could see it in her eyes as well. She hid it well, or at least she was for the moment. Most... would never have been able to tell. Drace did not venture at all to let on that she had noticed either, her expression remaining unreadable to both spare Gylfie her dignity as well as to not close the window into what was wrong with her tonight that had been slightly cracked open just now.

"Perhaps you are right," Drace said after a moment, sighing rather wearily. "My eyes feel as though they are ready to fly from my skull in sharp protest of my abuse of them," she added, pinching the bridge of her nose a bit as she closed her eyes for a moment. "I think some time away would do me good. A walk, then. Join me, won't you? Let's away from here for a while." With that, she rose, replaced her helm and gauntlets, and headed for the door.

#disillusionedjudge #alt muse: drace #{ for the empire } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{ the darker corners of ivalice } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁻ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ