#and just...felt his fingers twitch in empathy?

[ride-a-dromedary]

If the implication in the old journal entry is accurate, and Halsin ended up having to be the one to destroy the shade of his former First Druid that he trained/was taught under, do you think he had time to mourn him? Do you think he fell to his knees in the rubble, feeling the shadows press heavy around him, catatonic, as the weight of realization finally started to hit him? Were any of them reflected back at him when he peered into the dull, sparking energy left behind? Did he let himself cry? Scream? Did he carefully stone his expression and nod tightly in approval, like neatly tying a package, since what he eliminated wasn't him - what was left was so twisted beyond recognition, such a dark reflection of the man he had come to see as second family, that it was better destroyed?

Or did he have to run? Did he shove his grief deep down in the place where it always goes to make room for his survival instinct to bring him into the sun again? Did he have to unceremoniously abandon what was left of him because there was still a chance there may be others - a hope made in vain that the ones they had to leave behind were still out there - praying as he went that he had found peace, that Silvanus recognized his face, before the curse took what was left?

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #you think halsin watched astarion fall to his knees and sob #and karlach scream at her hurt #or laezel's jaw set as her world and everything she knew came crumbling down around her #and just...felt his fingers twitch in empathy? #do you think when the emerald enclave responded to his request for aid by putting him in charge he realized that eventually #everything abandons him when he needs it most? #i sure do #idk man the idea that halsin possibly had to put down a man he obviously admired #and had to come to the realization the even those who seem infallible and mighty can fall in a heart beat #that for some reason you survived when those who *should have* did not #that your name got hailed among harpers as one of a hero when all you want to do #is curl up on yourself and tell yourself that you are nothing but what is left #that...gets to me a bit #angst on crimis

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Rough Sex w/ MW2

Warnings: 18+, Heavy Smut, Rough Sex, Restraining, Stomach Bulging, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Punishment, Use of a Strap-On, Implied Blow Job, Possessive Sex, Dehumanisation, Slut Shaming, Reader Blaming, Hair Pulling, Slight Dumbification, Blood, Dirty Talk, Profanity, Pet Names, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

Ghost

“Just a stupid little whore, aren’t ya,” Simon growled as he pounded you from behind, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that phantom bruises descended upon your skin. The slickness of your abused hole did little to numb the pain of Simon’s rapid, unrelenting pace, of his engorged tip slipping deeper and deeper inside you, plugging you, making any form of escape from your impending unravelment impossible.

You could feel his cock, hot, heavy and ravenous, pulsating inside you, bringing you to the edge of electric euphoria with every thrust. 

“Good for nothin’ except takin’ my cock.” He spat, his hand sliding up your spine and rooting itself in your hair. He gripped at the base and pulled your head back, hissing in your ear.

“Isn’t that right, Darlin’?”

You wanted to speak. Wanted to tell him you were his, only his, but the words wouldn’t come out quick enough.

When you didn’t answer in time, he stopped. Pulled out, only the swollen tip remaining lodged inside.

Without warning, he pushed. Hard.

You’d felt full before, but this sudden influx of skin and muscle and heat was too much. It knocked the air out of you, made you cry out as Simon sank balls-deep inside you, impaling your shuttering, wanting body on his dick. He grunted, his grip on your hair tightening.

“That’s it,” he said as you whimpered, cried out. “Take it — take it like the slag you are.”

König

“You wanted this – you wanted me to take you. Fucking attention whore,”

König’s voice reached depths you didn’t think possible as he bounced you on his cock, his stomach coated in your juices as he lay beneath you, thrusting up to plant as much of his member in the tight cavern of your hole as possible.

Even from where he lay, he could see the outline of himself within you. He twitched. Tried to stave off from painting your insides white for just a little longer.

You had no choice but to take it – your wrists bound behind your back with König’s belt – to take every inch of König’s cock.

He stretched you out to lengths you didn’t think possible as he pulled you down onto the base of his member, causing tears to stream down your face as he hit a sliver of you you didn’t think existed.

“God, you’re nothing without me,” he asserted, teeth gritted and restraint pushed to the very limit. “Nothing but a rag doll on the end of my dick – only made for me to use as I please.”

You knew it was true, especially with the coil within you verging on snapping, sending you over the precipice of ruin. König gave you a sly, thin grin.

“Nobody else can fuck you like this, can make you cry like this.” His grip on your waist proved he wasn’t lying, shortened nails leaving crescent indents in your skin.

“I’ll make sure of it.”

Soap

“Don’t tell me you’re cryin’ on me now, Darlin’,” Johnny said, not an ounce of sympathy or empathy in his voice. If anything, the realisation that you were just about holding on as he railed you from behind seemed to make him go faster, push harder, knocking his thick, meaty cock into you at a pace that could only be savage.

“C’mon, show me you can take it. I know you can,” he goaded — or perhaps encouraged. You couldn’t be so sure, especially as you could barely string a thought together, never mind the inclination to ask. He watched you, made dead eye contact with you through the mirror that put your undoing on display for him, his eyes piercing and ice.

At your silence, Johnny slapped your backside. Harsh. You yelped at the sting and jolted forwards, only for Johnny to wrap a hand around your throat and pull him back. His balls were flush against your backside, the tightness of your bodies together making him grunt.

“C’mon, mo ghaol — tell me how much you need this dick — show me how much you deserve it.” He squeezed your throat.

Valeria

“You were begging to be used by me — wearing those tight shorts like I wouldn’t notice.” Valeria punctuated her point with a harsh thrust, sending you banging against her desk, ribs aching, pressed against sleek wood. Everything hurt.

The strap-on she’d chosen was one she reserved only for correcting your most egregious behaviour. Apparently, this extended to your fashion choices, too.

“Trying to make my men lose focus, huh? Is that it?” The sound and sensation of your body welcoming the cruel length of her weapon made your cheeks flush and your hole clench, trying to pull it deeper, begging for punishment.

“Have I not given you enough attention? Or are you just hungry for anyone who lays eyes on you,”

You whimpered, trying to keep your head level as your girlfriend battered your insides with nothing less than animalistic fervour and rage.

“You wanna dress like a cheap whore,” she said, voice deep and husking as she lowered her lips to your ear. “Then I get to fuck you like one — my whore.”

Price

“I love you,” he panted. “I love you, I love you, I love you–”

He couldn’t stop – these last few hours with you would be all he had before he had to go on deployment again. And he was determined to make them count.

He’d stuffed himself into you, made light work of grinding your sanity down to its bare foundations as your body shook with the onset of another orgasm.

You were already so sensitive, every knock of his tip against your sensitive spot sending equal euphoria and pain through you.

“Gonna cum in you again,” he said, voice lethargic, words slurred like the blurring edges of watercolours. “Gonna get it as deep as possible. Want it still in you by the time I reach Base.”

The many loads of cum he’d already pumped into you weighed heavy in your belly, almost creating its own centre of gravity as you fought to keep your swollen stomach off the mattress. Anytime you failed, the sensitivity of your skin, the feeling of his load stagnant inside you, made you wince.

You could feel John’s cum leaking out of you as he plunged deep, deeper still, forcing his seed out of the small spaces which weren’t suffocated by his almost impossible girth. 

Horangi

“Been stretching you out for hours and you’re still- ngh— fuckin’ tight.” Hong-Jin said, almost as if chiding you. He grunted, balls-deep yet nowhere near satisfied, his resolve being milked from him.

“Gonna need to–” he grunted, “break you in,”

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. One that, despite not having the power of his whole length behind it, forced a strangled moan from you.

His breath caught as he felt himself slip into a deeper, darker part of you, one which seemed to try and reject him as your hole pulsed uselessly around him, as if to push him out.

He persisted. Hissing.

When he pulled out, he spotted something.

A small streak of blood along his shaft.

“Doing so well for me, Love,” he groaned, slipping back in and re-establishing a rhythm. You mewled beneath him.

“God, you’re so good — just lying down and taking it – like my own personal fleshlight.”

Alejandro

“So this is why you’ve been acting so strange recently, hm?” Alejandro spoke between pants, arms at either side of your head, blocking off everything that wasn’t him. He gritted his teeth, grunted at the feeling of you tightening around him as he brutalised you with his savage pace, stretching you out and making your hole spasm around his cock.

“Just needed a good fuck, didn’t you?”

You were all but drooling as Alejandro quite literally fucked you dumb, no thoughts in your head save for the desperate electricity between your legs.

When you didn’t answer — or rather couldn’t, for your mind was scarcely able to keep itself intact for the feeling of ruin rapidly descending upon you — Alejandro took your chin between his fingers and forced you to focus on him.

“Didn’t you.” He repeated. To that, the fire in his eyes, you managed a sloppy ‘yes’. Alejandro hummed, pressed himself closer, chest-to-chest.

“Don’t worry, Cariño — we’ve got all night to fuck that pretty little mouth back into working order.”

Rudy

Years of toil, training and discipline have shaped Rudy into the unsuspecting behemoth he is today; as was evident in the way you cried out when his dick skewered you, stretching you out and making your back arch against the mattress. He felt himself pressed to the wall of your abdomen as your stomach met his. He shivered.

“He can’t fuck you like this,” he said, voice low and seething, the intonation of a snake. His usual puppy-eyes were sharp, as if of a feline disposition. He watched you as your eyes, almost having rolled back into your skull, refused to meet his.

“Nobody can have you. You’re mine — only mine.” He slammed into you faster, giving you no preparation and only using the wetness already dripping from between your thighs there to slip in. 

“Now, tell me who you belong to.”

Your mouth, agape with silent pain, released nothing. Rudy raised his hand, slapped you. You yelped, the sting sending a shock between your legs. You clenched around him. He growled, head dipping to your collarbone, where you could feel his breath, scorching and unrelenting.

“Let’s try this one more time,” he rasped. When he looked up, his eyes were black. Gone was the man you loved.

“Or I won’t be so forgiving.”

Graves

“You like bein’ used by me, don’t ya,” Graves panted, struggling to keep up with the pace of his own euphoria. He could tell you were close, too, from the way tears streamed down your cheeks and how you suctioned around him, pulling him deeper, pleading with him for more.

“Love bein’ my favourite little cum dump — so well-behaved, just for me.”

Nothing could be truer as you felt him thrusting into you at a speed that suggested anger. 

“Never be good for anything except taking my cock like a good slut.”

Your tongue lolled out from the corner of your mouth, drool dripping onto the sheets as Phillip allowed you your silence, especially considering how you’d earned it. Your obedience, your willingness to take everything he gave you. You scratched just the right part of Graves’ ego that had sustained him for this long.

His eyes glinted as he looked down at you.

“Ain’t that right, Doll.”

Gaz

Gaz’s change in personality, admittedly, frightened you. Especially as he stood over you now, having bound your hands together tied them over your head to the bed frame.

You’d tried encouraging him to just touch you already, to take you now as you were bound and helpless. Hell, you’d even ground yourself against his boot, working yourself up into a frenzy all in an effort to make him crack.

He didn’t.

“Oh no,” he said, wagging a finger at you. “You don’t get my dick yet.”

Already having used his belt to immobilise you, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs along with his boxers. Half-hard and beading at the tip, he eyed you, a cruel smile at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck your face so hard,” he continued, taking you by the hair and forcing your lips to his pulsing member, watching your eyes widen. “That you’ll be eating through a tube for the rest of the week.”

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[lovesickbtch]

Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

Warnings : NSFW, SMUT AHEAD Intercourse (obv), Degrading, Denial, Squirting, I think thats it lmk if there are more.

Idk why I stopped posting but I just finished Reading and watching blue lock so I had to do smth about my bae rin 🤭

Kinda rushed sry

It started with dumb harmless comebacks to how you didn't need him to pleasure you. Obviously you were joking, for once it was nice being able to fluster and annoy Rin. Only at that moment though, now it wasnt much of a joke to you, but to him.

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"What's wrong princess? Y'know what you're doing."

You were sat up on his dick, so clueless as to what to do. He was slightly sat up against the bed frame, still a bit lower than you. You whined trying to move up and down, only edging yourself more. You felt yourself slowing down your movement.

"Need help Rin, I can't"

He found you so cute, and it only fed his ego by the way you tried to ask him for help. He loved the way you cried and twitched on him too. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to let you off easily. Especially with how you let your mouth get the better of you earlier today. He could've made you suck him off with that bratty mouth of yours till you couldn't anymore, but he found this more amusing.

"You're all talk aren't you? Can't even do it yourself." He scoffed almost rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He used his hands to rock your hips against him. Making your body flow back to its original pace. You felt your high building up, he did too. Your insides had squeezed around him and cute high pitched mewls started leaving your mouth.

Soon they turned into full moans, he really knew just how to play with you.

He slowed down his movements, dragging the desparing feeling across your body. You let out a whine of frustration and you glared at him angrily. He clicked his tounge in response. He could look down on you even if you were above him.

"What a bimbo, you really think it was that easy? My cock must've made you dumb huh?"

"Rin pl-"

"Ride it Y/n, hurry up I don't have all day"

His eyelids lowered, almost as if he was mad at me. I felt stuck in the same spot, unable to replicate the feeling. It felt more and more frustrating as he just stared at me with no empathy in his eyes.

"M' sorry Rin...."

You forgot why you apologized but it just felt right. You looked at him with tears threatning to spill from your doe eyes.

He didn't know why he felt bad for you. He looked at your flushed cheeks and wet eyelashes. His gaze then lowered from your teary eyes to where you were sitting. It was sticky and wet, he didn't know if he could hold back any longer.

"Shit-" He cursed under his breath, he was getting more impatient feeling the heat emiting from your pussy.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving his hands down to guide you. Its like he predicted where it felt best, hitting the same spot.

"Keep moving" He demanded

He slowly moved his hands off and rubbed your sticky clit from under you. His other hand gathered your slick using his ring and index finger.

You let out a loud moan, which became interrupted as he stuck two wet fingers in your mouth. It felt even better than how it felt before. You couldn't help but whimper with his fingers toying your body as you helplessly grinded against him.

You felt your orgasm approaching again, except it felt so much more intense. You held tightly onto Rin's wrist that was circling your clit. However he didnt budge, going the exact same speed that he was before. You felt your eyes rolling back as far as they could go.

You kept grinding on him till you came all over his abdomen. Your liquids spraying hard down his thighs. He watches you come down from your orgasm with a smirk. His hand under you slowly drags upwards before giving your clit a harsh slap.

"Ouch" You whine.

"Get on all fours"

"Wha-"

"I'm not done"

#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi smut #itoshi rin smut #bllk #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader

[musei-thoughts]

𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

03.

𝙖𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙖

(𝘯.) 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭

“You…YOU BASTARDS!!!” A gang leader from one of the front tables yells, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Sigma’s boss.

It was one of Sigma’s allies, an infuriated gang leader who had insufferable losses for the past month due to a rat among his gang. His face contorted with rage and betrayal, now knowing that their most trusted ally was leeching off from their resources.

Sigma's boss, now exposed and vulnerable, raised his hands in a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. "Listen, we can talk about this. We had our reasons," he stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The gang leader, fueled with anger, wasn’t interested in negotiations. He tightened his grip on the gun, finger twitching to pull on the trigger. “Reasons?You betrayed us, Ootori. Did you really think that you could negotiate your way out of this? Well…

…you thought wrong.”

A bullet finds its way through Ootori’s head, killing him in an instant. The gang leader orders his men to kill the rest of Sigma’s men, turning the auction party into a gruesome bloodbath. Some gangs stayed to join in the gun fight to aid their allies, and others left, not interested in the drama that had just ensued. One of those gangs was Bonten, but despite having issues with Sigma themselves, seeing their leader killed was enough to disclose the conflict.

“So they weren’t just fucking with us, but other gangs too? Serves them right. I wasted so much money on that stolen shipment.” Koko states as they leave the event hall. Sanzu was walking beside them, moping at how Mikey didn’t allow him to join in the bloodshed with the other gangs.

Mikey tunes out their conversation but his ears perk up at the sound of gagging from the comfort room ahead of them. The white haired male walks ahead from the others, earning curious stares from his subordinates. “Mikey?”

He pushes the door open, approaching the sound to see…

You.

Hunched over at the toilet bowl, your hair all over your face as you threw your guts out. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state made Bonten’s boss quirk a brow. Out there, you were a confident woman, quick thinking, and had everything in control, but now, here you were, curled up against the toilet, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to get rid of the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

The gang leader kneels right beside you, pulling your hair back for you as you continue to empty your stomach. Once you are done, he helps you up, leading you to the sink and letting you wash your face off.

Seeing the distant look in your eyes as you stared down at the sink, he lifts his hand up, placing it gently on top of your head. His hand began to caress your soft locks, watching you in silence as tears cascaded down your cheek.

“There, there, cry it all out.”

The emptiness in your eyes felt like he was looking at a mirror, making him realize that: “...You’re just like me.”

He gently pulls your head against his shoulder, letting your tears dampen his expensive suit.

“You just want peace of mind, don’t you?”

Your sobs filled the room, echoing against the cold walls of the bathroom. Mikey, the feared leader of Bonten, held you in a rare display of empathy and understanding. It was an unexpected solace in the midst of the chaos.

“When you just wanted to make amends with your past…”

His hand on your head felt warm, giving a sense of comfort and security. Making the most of this rare chance of comfort, you nuzzled into his shoulder, the vulnerability you showed only making Mikey hold you tighter.

“...but it won’t let you go.” You finished his sentence.

Mikey's grip tightened on you, as if trying to shield you from the weight of your own words. In the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom, a fragile connection formed between two individuals who navigated the shadows of the ruthless world.

"You're not alone in that struggle," Mikey whispered, his usually stern voice carrying a touch of understanding. "We all carry burdens from the past."

As your tears subsided, Mikey pulled away slightly, still holding you at arm's length. His eyes, usually unreadable, now held a rare glimmer of compassion.

"Why don't you join Bonten?"

Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, the Bonten trio—plus Koko—waited for Mikey. “He’s taking so long, do you think he fell in?”

Rindou chuckled, leaning against the wall, "Maybe he's practicing his intense stares in the mirror. You know, how he usually does with Sanzu whenever he misbehaves."

“Or maybe someone baited him with dorayaki and kidnapped him.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes, "You guys are idiots. I’ll go in and check on him-."

Interrupting his words, Mikey comes out from the bathroom, his suit was a little wrinkled and his shoulder was damp. His usual stoic expression remained intact, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor that the others couldn't quite place.

“Mikey, everything alright in there?” Sanzu inquired, genuinely concerned about his master.

Mikey glanced at Sanzu with an unreadable expression. "I'm fine. Just handling business."

Sanzu, who was more vigilant than the others, saw a figure behind his boss. His protective instincts kick in, making him push Mikey aside and grab the person by the neck.

"Who the hell are you?" He seethes, tightening his grip on the person's neck.

The executives behind him immediately recognized you, but Sanzu’s vision was blurred by his protective rage. He failed to register your familiar features, only seeing you as a potential threat.

“I-I’m…the host, Oli…via…” you managed to stammer, struggling to breathe under Sanzu’s iron grip. The others rushed forward, trying to intervene.

“Sanzu, wait! She’s the one who invited us here!” Ran explains, attempting to pry his hands off from you.

Sanzu, however, was too consumed by his protective instincts to listen. “You think I’m stupid? She’s trying to sneak up on Mikey!” he growled, eyes glaring down at your paling face.

The situation escalated when he pinned you against the wall, grabbing his gun and pointing it at your abdomen. “You think you can use your pretty little face to get to the boss? Think again, you bitch.” He growled at your ears, pressing the gun harder against you.

“Sanzu, stand down.”

Mikey commands, but the pink haired male’s tight grip remains. The tension in the room escalated as Mikey stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at Sanzu.

“But Mikey-”

“I said. Stand. Down.” Mikey’s authoritative tone catches Sanzu off guard, snapping him out of his rage. He hesitated, the internal struggle evident on his face. Slowly, he released his grip on you, allowing you to take a desperate gasp of air. You leaned on the wall for support, clutching your throat.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on her again without my permission.”

“Sorry, boss…I thought-”

“Apologize.”

“What?”

"Do I need to repeat myself, Sanzu?"

Mikey's voice held an unusual firmness, demanding an immediate response. Sanzu hesitated for a moment, his pride fighting against his boss’ orders, but eventually, he begrudgingly turned to you.

“I'm sorry,” he muttered, his usual confidence replaced by a sense of humiliation.

Mikey walked towards you, lowering your hands and tilting your head up to inspect the injury. Eyes narrowing at the red marks that vandalized your neck, he turns to Sanzu with a warning glare.

“You shouldn't let your emotions cloud my orders, Sanzu. Don’t let this happen again.”

“Yes, boss.”

Not once did Mikey raise his voice at Sanzu. This was the first, and being at the receiving end of his warnings left a bitter feeling in Sanzu's mouth. He had never felt so humiliated.

Mikey's stern gaze lingered on Sanzu for a moment longer, a silent reminder of the gravity of his actions. Without uttering another word, he shifted his attention back to you, his demeanor transforming into a blend of concern and responsibility.

"Are you alright?" Mikey asked, his voice now carrying a softer tone compared to the authoritative one he had used with Sanzu. You managed a nod, still feeling the lingering effects of the confrontation. Mikey's fingers traced over the red marks on your neck, a gesture more gentle than his usual demeanor suggested.

“I’m fine, Mikey. It was just a misunderstanding," You placed your hand on his arm, reassuring him.

Mikey's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes searching for any signs of distress. He then sighs, choosing to believe your words.

Sanzu, who was still simmering with embarrassment, felt a mixture of frustration and confusion. He watched as Mikey, the stoic leader who rarely showed any vulnerability, demonstrated a side of himself that was reserved for moments of genuine concern.

Mikey leans towards you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Think about my offer, Olivia." he whispers to you before turning to his men, "Let's go. Our business here is done."

As Bonten made their exit, you released a breath that you didn't realize you were holding. As you leaned on the wall for support, you tried to calm your beating heart.

‘Sh*t, Japan’s most dangerous gang just tried to recruit me…in the bathroom.’

You laughed at the last part of that thought, trying to wrap your head around the situation that you were just in. Then, your phone vibrates, a new message grabbing your attention.

"Great work back there. You had them all fooled. Looking forward to our next job together, Y/N."

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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[z3nitsusgf]

Homelander-soulmate angst coming your way! There is nothing better than when a villainous character gets a taste of regret, remorse, and sadness.

I can imagine Homelander going a bit too far one day to keep his soulmate in line one day after a misunderstanding makes it look like they were trying to run. He responds by pushing them back- which has the reader flying across the room. The breath is knocked out of them and they’re unconscious. HL panics as he realizes just how much he loves them (re: relies on them) and doesn’t want them to die. He also is regretful because the reader wasn’t trying to run at all.

They wake up in a hospital bed, and HL is all teary eyed and remorseful - trying to get the reader to forgive him so that they can “move past this.” He goes from not caring what they want or think, to being overly doting. He gets stressed out when he sees the reader doing things for themselves, and insists they should be recovering.

He is also experiencing his own angst at having his soulmate flinch every time he reaches for them. And he’s not sure whether he wants to make them a supe or just take them away from society, in a secret house somewhere.

Reader isn’t sure how long it’s going to last and can’t escape the feeling that there’s something else going on, especially when HL spends a long time talking to their doctor, and Vought scientists.

Bonus points if the reader loses their empathy after the head injury 😈

gripping my hair, this is so &*@^($*(

I was just thinking about what would happen if he accidentally killed his soulmate because let's face it - he hurts you, whether by accident or on purpose. He's unstable, and after Madelyn and Ryan, he just can't help himself. So you know what it's like to have to go to Vought nurses, you know what broken wrists feel like. You know what his burn marks can do, the scarred scorched flesh on your shoulder proves it. 

But I do think if a misunderstanding happened he'd be more irritated than anything. Why didn't you just tell him you were going out to get dinner for him? It’s your fault for acting so suspicious, he was only trying to keep you in line - protect you from the real bad guys out there. He didn’t mean to slam you so hard, you’re just so weak - all it takes is a mild-mannered shove and you’re crashing into the glass table. It’s so forceful and powerful you think your lungs cave in on impact. Flashes of him gripping your throat fade into your bleeding mind, but to be honest you don’t remember much from passing out because of the pain. 

Of course, when you don’t get up there’s a panicky feeling in his throat. He’s looking down at you and his fingers twitch, why aren’t you getting up? You look so soft, crumpled on the shattered glass and with rings of bruise-shape fingertips on your neck, he can hardly hear your pulse and that makes him want to vomit. But it’s so clear to him when the bag of food rests on the counter, his favorite sitting in the small styrofoam container. His lips tug down and he bites his cheek, you’re so sweet to him even when you shouldn’t be. 

He tries to rationalize it in his head after while he sits beside your hospital bed (provided by Vought of course, we can't have the public knowing he battered nearly killed his soulmate). Hands smoothing over his face as he stares at your body, hooked up to wires and IV, he’ll feel that pinch in his chest. I think at that moment he realizes how truly fragile you are. Delicate like a baby bird, brittle bones and paper-thin skin that splits so easily if he applies too much pressure. 

When doctors tell him you might not wake, or that you might be scatter-brained from the head injury - he rages. Tearing apart his apartment and flying out into the city to cause havoc. He burns down the restaurant where you got the food. It’s the first time ever he’s ever felt like he could lose. 

Homelander acts uncanny when you open your eyes for the first time. Kneeling next to your bed and pressing peppered kisses on your face, he’s muttering things like “You’re okay, I’m here.” and “I thought you weren’t gonna come back to me.” While cupping your face and nuzzling his cheeks to yours. It’s not until he feels you trembling and gasping with unrestrained sobs that he realizes how truly fucked he is.

Your heart is pounding, pulse racing so widely he’s worried you’ll have a heart attack. Not even him shushing you or caressing your face makes it better, in fact you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him. You’re whimpering, “please, please don’t hurt me again.” While salty tears stream down your face, your hands trying to shakily push him back. Homelander usually revels in it, the intoxicating smell of fear. But this time, he’s clenching his jaw at the way you wail and try to climb out of the bed and away from him. He knows exactly what he’s done and it doesn’t feel good this time.

When nurses rush in and gently move him out of the way, he watches as they sedate you. Listening to your pulse slow and your breathing go back to normal. The doctors voice is like static in his head, he doesn’t pay attention to anything she says.

He just hopes you can “move past it” at some point. And if not, that’s alright - he’ll be there for you regardless.

#he’s so horrible I hate him #soyboyantics. 💌 #valeries mailbox 📫 #homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x reader

[urdepressedslut]

Stray ❝part eight❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: An unexpected visitor comes knocking at the door, both you and Bucky freak out.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, paranoia, bucky being so freaking adorable im gon cry

Part 9

You had believed that you were far from a good person. That you were the monster you had been labeled as, the demon that lived on this land. Years of manipulation and torment had been tearing at your foundation, around the core of who you were. The walls crumbling, the lies sneaking through the cracks. You were confident that you had fallen onto the exact path that your parents had paved for you. You had gone from nights of sickness and denial, to swallowing the new truth. The reality hitting that you were a monster.

You had almost gotten comfortable with the idea of being an abomination. Until he showed up.

Bucky was somehow able to just appear and immediately start to change the way your brain had been training you to think. He was able to make you feel useful— feel like you could do good. His presence allowed you to prove to yourself that you were capable of being righteous.

He had you doubting even the most secure thoughts, almost sending you into a personal reset, your label erased completely. The spot blank, letting you decide who you wanted to be.

It was overwhelming to think of a single person being the cause of it all. This only had you realizing just how starved you had lived, craving the needs you never even knew existed.

Where you lacked comfort, protection and validation— Bucky provided, and for that you were unable to express fully how appreciative you were. Mostly because you didn’t understand any of it, you weren’t able to understand what you were feeling, when you had gone all your life living without it.

It was a strong attachment, in a way you depended on him for things you felt you were missing. But in the sense that it may be bad thing, you would gladly provide the needs he was missing, selfless in the act that you both needed each other.

It was always unspoken, but there was something fermenting within the bond. The lines crossing between friends to something profound.

You were terrified, but didn’t shy too far away. Meanwhile, Bucky was unsure— his ability to trust someone that deeply, scarred.

He trusted you completely in the sense that he’d let you hold a loaded gun to his head, knowing you wouldn’t dare twitch a finger on the trigger. But trusting someone that intimately was a wall he never thought he’d have to break down. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how.

You were only haunted by the idea. The dreadful clock counting down the days until Bucky switched, just as your parents did— because if your own blood could do it. What was stopping him?

There were so many invisible obstacles that stood in each others path, attempting to shield the other away, in fear of knotting the tie that had been stringing them together.

Confessing to Bucky had been a relief— yet horrifying. The weight was lifted off your chest, but with its absence came a new force. There was something so intimate about someone knowing every detail about you— every flaw. The stolen glances more intense now that he knew the real you. The air now thick with tension, in slight fear that he would ask questions.

Though you’d care if he tried to pry, you would also respect his want to dig. He deserved that.

Bucky didn’t know he could ever find someone so similar to him. It was a relief in a sense that he wasn’t alone, and someone else out there could understand him to a deeper level. But then there was the guilt, the waves of empathy knowing just what you’ve been through, the pain and suffering that you didn’t deserve.

Although he didn’t know your full story at the start, he knew you were different, and that you were alone. Maybe that’s why he felt so drawn to you— so comfortable.

All in all, you were two different leaves from the same tree.

Despite the pain— the old wounds that had been opened. He felt at ease, watching your silhouette reflect off the water. The ripples tickling your shins, blue splashing when you kicked your feet. The sun set surrounded you in a golden glow, the beams reflecting off your face in an angelic manner.

It wasn’t the first time he had thought of this, but it was the first time he welcomed the thought so willingly.

You were beautiful.

For now, he would blame it on his memories being spotty, but he just couldn’t remember the last time he saw someone so captivating.

He admired your strength. He respected the way you carried yourself, willing to stay positive through all the horrid moments. He hardly thought that you were weak, not believing any of your attempts to convince him. You were stronger than most, exposing your physical and mental scars to him. You were still here— that alone proved your solidity.

Bucky had given you space, time to let your mind drift. He felt you needed some time with a blank mind, after digging up memories.

After awhile of watching you from afar, he made his way towards you. Keeping his steps loud and clear, not wanting to spook you.

You heard his presence, the mere force of his footsteps enough to send vibrations into the ground. Before you’d try to bury your true self— masking the pain from him as he approached. Now you waited for him to come closer, continuing to carry a dull expression. It was refreshing not having to hide from him anymore.

Bucky lowered himself to the edge of the bank, positioning himself where his thigh brushed against yours. His touch already slowing your racing mind.

“You okay?” He murmured, his hand twitching— aching to hold yours.

You noticed his hand jolt. You slid your palm over your thighs, intertwining your fingers with his. Immediately he relaxed, melting from your touch.

“I’m better when you’re with me.” You admitted, watching his eyes soften.

“Then I’ll always be with you.” He countered, causing your heart to stutter.

Looking down in sudden shyness, you took a deep breath, focusing back on the water.

“Thank you for being so understanding. You shouldn’t be, but I’m so happy that you are. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you ended up leaving me.” You spoke out to the stream.

Bucky could detect your solemn tone, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

“I’m not going to leave you.” He told you confidently.

“You’re allowed to leave if you want, I won’t force you to stay. It’s always your choice.” You reminded him dreadfully, a knot forming in your stomach.

He smiled at your last words.

It’s always your choice.

It was quick after he opened up about HYDRA, and all the things he was forced to do— well all the things he remembers. You had reminded him for months that he was in control, you were constant in making sure he knew he had a choice in anything and everything. It was small gestures like that that made him admire you, seeing you care that deeply for him, he felt special.

“I know. I’m choosing to stay.” He told you, hoping you’d quit your convincing that he should leave you.

Your eyes met his again, holding his carefully as if you were searching for a lie within them.

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” He whispered, gazing at you so intensely you wanted to look away but found yourself unable to.

The knot that had been forming in your stomach previously quickly switched to fluttering butterflies. Your whole body started to buzz, a hot flash covering you skin with a thin layer of sweat.

You were puzzled at your body’s reaction to him, but soon after the uncomfortable wave, came a nagging itch that needed to be scratched. A certain thirst that had never been quenched.

“Okay.” You put out, barely audible.

Despite the obvious tension that seemed to be brewing— you both felt secure.

~

At last, the sun had set completely. Both you and Bucky headed back to the house, hand in hand.

The gesture was more for their own comfort, but otherwise didn’t think too deeply into it.

He had mentioned something about food, and you couldn’t deny to yourself that you were hungry. So that’s where you found yourself, in the kitchen making waffles for dinner— with Bucky sitting at the island, waiting and watching you of course.

Soon, the two of you were digging into the soft, warm waffles. A pleasant silence filling the space as you two ate.

A particular bite had Bucky moaning in delight, unaware he let the noise escape him.

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up. Your hand flew to your mouth, desperately trying to keep the waffles within your cheeks. The giggle shifted into a laugh, and you painfully swallowed your mouth full of waffles.

Bucky was snapped out of his euphoric moment when he heard the sounds of you struggling. Glancing over to you, he couldn’t control the twitch at the corners of his mouth when he saw your cheeks red, face scrunched up in joy.

Finally you let your soft laugh sound through the room, knowing you’d been caught.

“What?” He asked genuinely, a small smirk etched on his face.

“Nothing, nothing. Sorry I interrupted your little moment there.” You teased. You tried to calm yourself down before it shifted into a full blown laugh attack.

He was still confused, but found your smile to be contagious. Your face glowing with genuine happiness, his heart seemed to speed up at the sight.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His words only spurred on another giggle, you couldn’t control yourself suddenly.

Bucky furrowed his brows at your laughs at nothing, and only smiled wider. It was only seconds later that he was joining in, your laugh also contagious. It was a rush of serotonin that had his brain clear for just a moment, and he realized.

He didn’t remember the last time he laughed.

He was addicted to the light sound of your giggles. It was becoming a tune that he wished he could hear forever.

You felt a rush of endorphins rush through your brain at the sound of his bellowing echoing through the space.

Although the sounds were completely different, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your brother— Tommy. Flashing images of easier times, while it was lived short, you still held onto those memories tightly.

You finally gained control of yourself, silencing your laughter. Your stomach cramped, your muscles tight from overuse. But it was worth the soreness, the lightness in which your body felt. The pleasant buzzing the filled your mind.

A knocking sounded from the front door, startling you, making you tense up. But soon, the feeling of panic began to drift.

It’s all in your head.

You began to internally chant to yourself, almost soothing the feeling completely until Bucky’s voice broke through the haze.

“Someone’s at the door.” He whispered, his body stiff. Immediately his demeanor shifted, going from playful to defensive.

Your body reacted similarly, shaking your head in disbelief— shocked that there was actually someone here. For a second you were about to dismiss the sound as a part of your imagination.

“I thought you said no one knew about this place.” He pushed, gently grabbing your arm to guide you to safety— which was by his side.

“That’s not possible…” You mumbled to yourself, heartbeat erratic with anxiety.

“(Y/n)… I heard it too. This is real.” He assured you, knowing the tricks your mind could play on you.

With a nervous swallow, you attempted to grasp onto the severity of the situation. You could wonder how later, now was the time to react.

The waffles were long forgotten.

A part of you felt relieved that Bucky was here to remind you what was real. Letting you know what was illusions and what wasn’t.

“Go upstairs.” He told you, leading you to the base of the stairwell.

Shaking your head, you tried to halt your movements.

“No— If it’s a cop at the door and he recognizes you… It could be bad. Remember how close you are to DC. You aren’t taking that risk, let me answer it.” You argued, beginning to turn to make your way to the door.

That was until Bucky pulled you back, not releasing your arm.

“No. I’ll be fine— now go upstairs.” He emphasized, his head motioning towards the second floor.

A couple knocks sounded again at the door, the air seemed to get thicker with tension. Sweat beads found their way to your skin, your body hot with panic.

“I’m not taking that risk,” You whisper shouted, “I don’t want them to take you away.”

Your confession had Bucky softening his gaze, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“I don’t wanna lose you.” He admitted quietly, the thought of you in danger too much for his mind to handle.

You understood how he was feeling, because you felt the exact same way. But it wasn’t up for discussion, he was the one being hunted. No one cared enough to seek you out.

Calming yourself, you grabbed ahold of both his hands, squeezing them tight in a promise.

“You’re not going to lose me Buck, I just need to answer the door. See what they want— and then they’ll leave.” You explained, holding his eyes with intensity. “I just need you to wait upstairs until they leave. Okay?”

Bucky was not okay with this at all, he was boiling up with panic, angered at whoever stood on the other side of the door. He knew you were right, and the sensible side of him fought over what he really wanted.

Staring at your interlocked hands, he reminded himself that he’d just be upstairs. Close enough in case anything were to happen to you.

Bucky nodded stiffly, watching your shoulders relax in triumph.

“Okay, now go.” You whispered, escaping from his secure grip on you.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat, the feeling of your hands slipping from his stinging. Without another word, he headed upstairs.

You took several deep breaths in, releasing them slowly through pursed lips— attempting to slow your racing heart. Your clammy hands smoothed down your dress, adjusting the material near your shoulders. Making it to the door, you did one more scan of the space, before you slowly opened the door.

Peeking through the crack, you locked eyes with older, cloudier ones. Relaxing only slightly, from what seemed to be an unlikely threat, you opened the door fully.

“Uh… Hi, can I… help you?” You greeted politely, failing at keeping confusion from your tone.

The gray haired woman smiled, her features lacking suspicion.

“I’m here for Mrs. (Y/L/n)— your Mother perhaps. She hasn’t been in town for awhile, was just checking in and personally I miss her dearly.” The woman expressed. “I’m Donna, old friend of hers.”

You couldn’t help the knot that formed in your stomach at the mere mention of your Mother.

Donna’s smile vanished quickly, scrunching her face up in confusion.

“This is… this is the right address I hope.” She thought out loud, tilting her head slightly to peek inside the house. “You’re (Y/n), right?”

“Yes, yes. Uh she’s not here… She’s… On a trip— vacation.” You lied, hating the way you couldn’t even convince yourself.

You wanted to ignore the fact that she knew your name, finding it odd that you had never met this woman until today. Was it possible that your Mother mentioned you to her? Why?

The gray haired woman shifted to a smirk, laughing lightly to herself.

“Oh silly me,” She paused, “Wait… they’re on vacation without you?”

You let out the breath you were holding in, thinking she was onto your lies.

“I’m fine… was upset at first but, I got over it.” You lied easier this time.

“Here all by yourself? Would you like company dear? It’s so lonely out here.” She offered, her concern genuine.

“No thank you.” You declined her offer politely.

“It’s really no trouble, I didn’t have much to do anyway.” She insisted, attempting to take a step inside the doorway.

Alarm bells started sounding inside your head, the situation becoming uncomfortable.

“Really I’m fin—”

“Don’t be so rude, invite me in!” She raised her voice, making you flinch back.

Whether it was your eyes playing bc tricks on you, but this woman looked awfully familiar to your Mother, and trust— that was a bad thing.

She looked around in embarrassment, and tried to sneak another peek at the inside of the house, but otherwise played it off by just glancing around nervously.

“Uh… Apologies. I’m never that pushy uh…” She trailed off, taking a step away from the door, “I should go.”

Her voice quieted to a whisper at the end, and without another word from either of you, she was walking down the steps. You kept your eyes trained on her until she was disappearing from your view.

A nagging feeling in your gut had you feeling nauseous, the alarm bells still ringing within your head. The so sudden and odd interaction over as soon as it had started.

How could something be so familiar, yet completely mysterious?

Finally backing into the house, you slammed the door, securing the locks. You couldn’t stop yourself from peeking out the windows, searching for her lingering figure. But found nothing.

Thundering footsteps sounded from the stairs, you stayed calm, knowing Bucky’s walking pattern by now.

Turning towards him, you were unprepared for him making his way to you in such a haste. His hands immediately hovered over you, his eyes searching your frame.

“You okay? Who was it? Did they hurt you?” Bucky rushed out in panic.

It was then you realized how stressed he looked, pupils blown in fear.

“Hey, hey! Buck, I’m alright,” You told him, “Just a friend of my Mothers.”

His eyes widened at the mention of your Mother. You could still see the fear lingering in his eyes, so you held onto his hand— in hopes it’d calm him.

“What did she want?”

“She wanted to see my Mother.” You replied, rubbing your thumb across the back of his flesh hand.

He nodded, shoulders losing their tension, gently holding onto your hand tighter.

“What did you tell her?”

“That she’s on vacation… I think she believed me.” You hoped, the last thing you needed was another visitor.

“You did good. Do you think she’ll be back?” He asked dreadfully, concerned now that she may stop by whenever.

“I’m not sure. It has been a while since she’s seen my Mother last, I wonder why she picked now to visit. Seems random… and just odd.” You admitted, the gut feeling never fully vanishing.

“Odd how?” He questioned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“I can’t really explain it but— just trust me on this okay?” You pleaded, needing to know he was on your side completely. You knew that already though.

Bucky nodded, encouraging you to continue. He wished you would quit doubting him all the time. He wished you could see how much he trusts you.

“I just got this feeling… A bad feeling,” You explained, “She just made me super uncomfortable, despite her being nice most of the visit. I mean, she seemed annoyed that I wouldn’t invite her in, but I felt uncomfortable even before that.”

Bucky nodded along as he listened, wishing he could ease all your anxieties.

“I’ve never seen her before, until today— but she seemed so familiar… it was creepy,” You thought out loud, “You probably think I’m nuts.”

Mumbling to yourself at the end, you all of a sudden felt embarrassed. Forcing yourself to believe you were just seeing things— feeling things. How much of today was real and what was in your mind?

“I don’t think that,” Bucky grunted, “I believe you and I think you’re smart to listen to what your gut is telling you.”

You nodded in agreement. Bucky grew all shy all of a sudden, staring at your locked hands.

“Thank you for protecting me… No one’s ever done that for me before.” He admitted, pulling you closer.

Your heartbeat started pounding, his hand suddenly burning your skin with intensity. You could feel blood rush into your cheeks, skin flushed with a thin layer of sweat. The closer you were pulled towards him, the more he towered over you, his bulky frame engulfing you.

You went to respond, but your voice got caught in your throat at the sight of his lips parting. His head began to lean down, his eyes jumping back and fourth from your eyes to your lips. His look held something of hunger— lust. Which to you was all unknown.

The faintest touch of your front to his was overwhelming. The heat sinking into your body, the two of you connecting.

Bucky gasped, despite him initiating the contact— he couldn’t fathom the way your body fit so perfectly against his. It was almost as though his craving for your touch has been satisfied, his itch soothed for a moment.

You watched his face with wide eyes. Your chest rising and falling, rubbing up against his muscular front. You let a rush of air escape your lips when you caught his head leaning closer to yours. You catching his gaze staring at your lips with desire.

Bucky watched as your tongue snuck out to wet your flushed lips, your breath quick and heavy— warming his face. He felt trapped in a trance, his body moving on instinct. Closer he inched, feeling your hands fist into his shirt. Your nails scraped through the material, the sensation over his pecks causing goosebumps to erupt over his skin.

You felt high off his scent, his musk intoxicating. The sight of his plump lips near yours had you shutting your eyes. You had no clue how to do this, this territory was untouched. For a second, you were scared.

A startling smack against the front window had you and Bucky jumping, both leaning away from each others faces. Without planning to, you both glanced to the window. The sight had both of you confused and at a loss for words.

The window was painted with blood, smoky feathers scattered amongst the red.

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[hot-bumblebees]

Picture this… hear me out… Doma with a he/him coochie

Contains: masterbation, oral, fingering, genital piercings, reader and Doma are kinda nasty

…

Doma who had been a demon for a hot minute already but has never tried to change his genitals/gender until he saw another demon do it and was reminded that he could also do that.

He wasn’t interested in having more feminine features, he liked the way he looked, but there was something about having a pussy that excited him.

So he does it and he loves it so much! It’s so much more comfortable to sit down and live. And it’s not like he could get a period so he got all the pros and no cons.

But his favourite part was when he would get touched there.

The first time he touched him self he didn’t last long, the feeling just being too good. He now understood why women were so loud when he pleased them and he couldn’t blame them.

Doma who loves to take his time and feel himself up and edge himself until he’s ready to cum on his fingers.

The way his fingers felt against clit was so incredible as rubbed small circles on it. His slick helping him glide his fingers across the sensitive surface as he moaned and wined. When he’s ready he uses his other had to insert two fingers inside of him, making the pleasure border line too much. it only took a few more movements to make his hole twitch around his fingers.

Doma who gets a vch piercing just so that every time he sits down or does a specific movement the bar rubs against his desperate clit that could never get enough.

…

Finally one day you came along and you had been getting closer to Doma. You noticed that his posture was different from other males, he would sit cross legged and he would never complain about how being uncomfortable, which most males do when they sit cross legged. That was one of the things that you noticed but never minded to ask.

One day as you guys were sitting outside on the porch you asked him if he ever considered changing genders since he could do that. Doma looked at you and smiled.

“Of course I have Y/n! And I have! It’s so much better than a dick!” He responded laughing lightly, amused by the conversation.

A mischievous smile appeared on your face.” Oh really? In what ways Doma?” You knew exactly where you were going with this.

“It’s much more comfortable and feels so amazing when I touch myself!” Doma raved at the thought of pleasing him self.

“Yourself? How about others?” You asked knowing the answer already.

“Unfortunately I haven’t tried that out yet.” He pouted as you moved closer towards him, placing your hand on his upper thigh.

“Oh Doma you poor thing.” Empathy in your tone.” Let me fix that for you. Can’t have you deprived like that.” You stand up and put your hands in front of Doma to help him up and led him back to his room. Lucky all the members were sleeping.” Take your cloths off and sit on your bean bag.” You order and watch him obey, peeling his clothes off and going to sit down on the bag. You walked up to him and sat beside him to kiss him. He immediately took control of the kiss making it aggressive as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your dominant hand going in-between his legs to toy with his sensitive bud, but to your surprise the was something cold and hard there too. Pulling away from the kiss you looked down. There was a small silver curved bar bell sitting on top of his puffy clit.” What’s this for? Hmm? It’s pretty cute.” You complement as you flick the metal bar making him gasp and shake.

“I like feeling cute and every time I sit down it makes me feel good.” He responds as he watches your hand as it starts to rub circles on him.” Sometimes I rub my legs together just for a little relief but it never works” He frowned as he sighed.

“Your so dirty Doma… such a desperate slut.” You go to kiss his pale neck as your fingers keep playing with him.

He seemed to really like little tight circles with added pressure, so you continued that motion and going down to his hole to collect wetness and to tease him a little.

Doma was getting louder as time went by and you could tell that he was going to cum soon so you pull your fingers away and detached your self from his neck. Doma whined at the absence of y/ns fingers.

“Why’d you stop? You’re being mean.”

“Open your mouth.” You ignored him. He opened his mouth and sucked on your wet fingers, tasting himself. After you felt like your hand was ‘clean’ enough you pulled your hand out of his mouth.” How do you taste?” You ask as you go down to the floor, pushing his thick thighs open and taking in the sight of his pussy.

“I taste so good y/n! Your very lucky to have the chance to taste me!” Doma flaunted as he looked down at you.

“Indeed I am.” You mumbles as you went to like a strip up his slit. He tasted so good and sweet, so you went back in for more. Starting slowly at working away on licking Domas clit. the blond hair that he trimmed was tickling you face but it was ok, it added to the appeal.

“Oh y/n! More please?!” He desperately asked as his hips tried to hump you face for more friction. You complied latching onto his clit sucking it as his whines turned into moans.” Ya just like that y/n! So good!”

His head tilted back, as the familiar feeling of his climax approached. The only thing that was missing was the fingers inside of him, but you seemed to read his mind. You used one hand to hold his legs down to keep him folded and your other hand was coming to put two fingers in him and rub his g-spot.

Tears started to build up in Doma rainbow eyes. The feeling was so good, better than it ever had been. His orgasm was rapidly approaching but time it felt different, there was a pressure also building up in his bladder, something that never happened before but it felt so incredible making him cry in pleasure as his body was taken over by tremors. You kept going until Doma was done riding out his orgasm and your face was covered in cum and squirt.

You pulled away form Domas sticky cunt and wiped your face on your shirt. Moving back up to Domas face to quickly peck his lips.” How was that?” You asked as you stood up.

“It was amazing y/n! I want to do it again!” He expressed as he sat up with excitement.

“Of course Doma.” You smiled as you went to go get a rag to clean him up.

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[miguelswifey04]

can i pls request miguel taking care of reader when they're sunburnt? helping them apply aloe vera n stuff (i'm australian, and have orange hair, and i made the mistake of going outside today) -🪻

yess of course! i felt that!! the california summer heat is no joke 😭 i need to write some fluff now because idky i’ve been writing angst </3

miguel takes care of your sunburn 🌞 (fluff!)

miguel’s heart filled with concern as he noticed the telltale signs of sunburn on your delicate skin. he gently guided you to a comfortable spot on the couch, a soothing presence emanating from him as he prepared to take care of you.

“i’m sorry you're in pain, Y/N," he murmured softly, his voice laced with empathy. "let me help alleviate the discomfort."

miguel disappeared briefly, returning with a soft towel, aloe vera gel, and an assortment of moisturizing creams designed to soothe and heal sunburned skin. his touch was gentle and tender as he lightly dabbed the cool towel against your sun-kissed skin, providing immediate relief.

with practiced precision, he applied a generous amount of aloe vera gel onto his fingertips and began to massage it onto your skin. the cool gel immediately brought a soothing sensation, alleviating the burning sensation that had plagued you. you twitched to the coolness of the cream yet the itchy was almost unbearable. “try to relax, Y/N," he whispered soothingly. "i’ll take care of you."

miguel continued to work diligently, ensuring every inch of your sunburned skin was covered with the healing gel. his fingers moved in slow, circular motions, the touch of his hands gentle, yet firm.

as the aloe vera gel penetrated your skin, miguel reached for one of the moisturizing creams he'd brought. this cream was specifically designed to replenish the moisture lost due to the sun's harsh rays.

he generously applied the cream, allowing its nourishing properties to seep into your skin. with every stroke, he massaged the cream in, his touch both comforting and invigorating. “you’ll feel better soon, Y/N," he reassured you, a warmth in his voice. "just give it some time. your skin will heal, and the pain will fade away."

throughout the process, miguel’s care and attention never wavered. his focus was solely on your comfort and well-being, his actions demonstrating his devotion. once he finished applying the creams, he leaned back, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection. "is there anything else I can do for you, Y/N? i want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible."

you smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness and care. "just having you here, miguel, is enough. your presence and care mean the world to me." miguel’s eyes softened, a tender smile gracing his lips. "i’ll always be here for you, Y/N, no matter what. together, we'll get through this and any other challenges that may come our way."

and in that moment, as the healing creams worked their magic and his devoted care enveloped you, you knew that miguel’s presence in your life went beyond physical comfort. he was your pillar of strength, your partner, and your rock - always ready to take care of you, even in the most tender and intimate moments.

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haiiiiii!!!!! i know i request so so much so i’m so sorry but omfbgdmdhsjanah today has been so ROUGHHH . could u write jim like comfort of some kind????? today has been the worst ever:( thank u so so much i appreciate u sm

AN: NOOOOO feel better bae :( I hope this is up to par <3

You felt awful. And tired. And grumpy and hungry and overwhelmed. And so on.

If there was a way to stay in bed forever, or at least for several days at a time, you wanted to do that. You wanted to find a place to hibernate and ignore the world for a while—not to mention, have the world ignore you.

You sat in bed, staring at the ceiling; you had expected an easy fix, which had been naïve. Comparatively, everything was easy, after going through what you had, but even so. There was pity in the eyes of everybody who heard your story, everybody who learned what you’d gone through, who couldn’t imagine the harrowing journey you had been on—the loss, the fear—was only ever able to offer a kind smile and a loose “I’m sorry.” You felt like all you’d ever be good for was a story.

Jim came home as the sun was setting. The summer air felt heavy in your lungs, but at least the apartment you were staying in had A/C (which you’d learned was fairly commonplace in America, not that it made much difference when it came to the humidity). Jim wiped sweat from his temple, walking into the bedroom to find you sprawled out and vexed.

“Long day?” He sat next to you, removing his shirt to rid himself of the sticky feeling of sweaty fabric.

“No, not really.” You continued to stare at the ceiling, closing your eyes when you felt a gentle hand come to rest between your ribs.

“Hard day?” He pressed further, rubbing his hand up and down your chest.

“Yeah.” You curled into yourself, knees brushing Jim as you pulled them up to your stomach. “Feel lost.”

Jim looked down at you, and although you could see the exhaustion in his face and the way his mouth twitched down at the edges having to see you upset, you could also see the compassion behind his eyes; it was always empathy with him, never cliché sympathies. He lowered himself down to your level on the bed, encouraging you to wrap yourself around his body. He held the back of your head in his hand, lacing fingers through your hair when you buried your face in his neck. You sighed, too tired to cry over something that felt so minimal compared to what the two of you had run from.

“S’alright,” Jim kissed the top of your head, “I’d be more worried if you felt perfect all the time.”

“Wish I felt perfect all the time.”

“S’not gonna happen.” He was direct, but he was right, and you knew he’d be lying if he had gone about supporting your ridiculous wish. “S’alright to feel shitty.” He continued to comb through your hair with his fingers, and you focused on the way the patterns he drew felt on your scalp.

“Don’t like it.”

“I know, baby.” Jim sighed, “I don’t like it either.” You couldn’t tell if he meant that he was unhappy seeing you so low, or if he was struggling with the same kind of self-doubt and post-traumatic stress that you were.

“Don’t wanna be a freak.” You felt your voice crack a bit on the last word, and you tried to nuzzle further into him.

“Not a freak—hey,” Jim tugged gently on your hair to get you to look up at him, “you’re not. You’re brave, and—I mean, fuck, I’ve never seen someone handle a machete with so much grace.” He quipped, smiling so you could only just see his top teeth. “And beautiful.” He kissed your forehead and you felt capable of opening your body language up to him more, untangling yourself from him and opting to lay on his chest instead.

“Do you think people feel bad for us?”

“Sure, yeah—maybe, but they just don’t get it.” They would never get it; you both knew that.

“Do you feel bad for me?” You were speaking under your breath. Jim wrapped his arms over you, and you could feel the way his chest moved when he bit back a laugh.

“Never,” he assured, “’m proud of you.”

“Why?” You were asking half out of genuine curiosity and confusion, and half because you liked to hear him compliment you.

“You think any of the people here can even imagine what we’ve been through? Even when we tell the stories?” You shrugged, shoulders rubbing against his ribs, “You lived it, y’still wake up every morning.” He kind of nodded his head, shrugging his own shoulders in response to you, “that’s a feat in and of itself.”

You reflected on his words, and you knew he was right; still being here was miraculous—being here with him, especially. But there was still that nagging feeling of insignificance and devastation. “Mm,” you considered, “but is it still ok if I wallow a little?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed your back, his other hand pawing gently at the arm you had slumped over his body, “but let me do it with you.”

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

So what if chisaki and his S/o haven’t seen each other in one year and then they meet eachother like fluff chisaki

He despised your boss.

He hated the fact that you had relatives over that freacking place you had to go...

He loathed how his chest tightened... loathed how he felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped on him when you told the news.

One year. 12 months. 365 days.... without you close.

For a man whose was know by his mysophobia and lack of empathy towards others.... it was kinda hard to imagine he would be like a damn statue at the airport... on the day you left... holding you with a petrified look and refusing to let go until those damn voices called all the passengers of your plane.

He had the memory of coming back home with his usual numb look but feeling like all the weight of the word was perched on his shoulders... mocking him. Mocking him for his stupidity. Mocking him for feeling like shit just from seeing someone go....

Except that someone was actually... really, really important for him.... someone he just couldn't picture his life without... not anymore at least.

The boss was worried sick. He could tell. The way the old man would secretly pass by each day by his office; occasionally ask him how things were doing with both of you...

He couldn't lie. Things were complicated.

You both were actually.... super close. So it ended up on a few discussions on why the hell you couldn't visit Japan to see him or vice versa...

Both of you were busy. It was a nasty year. But it didn't stopped his and yours selfishness...

Video chats were, what Mimic would call, a pain in the ass. Your internet was shit, sometimes the audios didn't come or the image of you spammed and he swore one time his computer glitched on one of his and yours calls. Not even speaking about the time lapse and your busy schedules.

But... he was some sorta of relieved that despite the distance you both manage to stay in contact and that... neither you or him gave up on you two.

Now... December. It has been a year and a few days... snow was covering the streets and for him it was both refreshing and disgusting. Most people with low immune system got sick around this time of the years and for holy God he hated snow... it was so... weird.

But it was refreshing... despite the amount of people he had to be close to...despite his anxiety getting the best of him... he waited.

Constantly checking on his watch, one that you gave to him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You were late.

By only 5 minutes. Yet still late.

He sighed, his warm breath being trapped by his plain black mask as he watched carefully the crowd for any similar features.

He flinched at the contact of a nasty finger poking his shoulder... he went to slap the hand away and turned abruptly to see who the hell was behind him only for his usual golden eyes widen in shock at seeing you. Mask on due to protection and eyes squinting in happiness... he could tell you were smiling so brightly under that thing...

"Hi." You whispered softly... the crowd was huge but he managed to listen to it as his hives slowly calmed down.

"Hello." He talked back, trying to ignore the cursed butterflies fluttering on his stomach... chest.... everywhere.

He had a smile on his lips... he could feel it since his cheeks were burning a bit.

Both of you got out of the airport, your baggages already on his car as Nemoto drove you both back to the hassaikai.

His fingers twitched as he sat besides you... you two didn't touched yet, you knew of his little problem, so of course you wouldn't push it too hard.

But what if he told you that he was actually on a internal battle with himself..? What if he told you his mind was split into two? One begging for him to just move and feel you against him again, and the other arguing that you needed to clean yourself first due to the germs of the plane and all the places that you've been.

The longer you took in the shower, the faster was his movement of his knees bouncing. He appreciated that you took good care of yourself for both him and yours sake... but God dammit couldn't you just hurry up?

"I missed this. The bathroom smells like you." You sighed, already with a change of clothes as your discarded the old ones on the bin.

You gasped at the abrupt hug he gave to you as his bate hands both hold the back of your head and the small of your back... his face buried on the top of your head as your eyes widened.

Sure, you missed him... but this was Kai Chisaki. A man that despite you knowing he loved you, he never was one to just cling onto you like this.

Ir was only when you heard his shaky breath and the murmured words your eyes watered as you hugged him back with a giddy smile.

"I missed you too. Very much." You murmured back as his thumb carried your skin.

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Bonus

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"Finally his humor will come back to being acceptable." The elder laughed as he hugged you tightly.

"You're squeezing (Y/n) too tight." Chisaki murmured in annoyance as you giggled and hugged the elder back.

"Please they are a life saver inside here." The elder spoke seriously before whispering to you "Really, worst year of his life and for the hassaikai, don't do that again kid."

You snorted as Chisaki scoffed.

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Exhaustion’

Dr Strange x fem! Avenger! reader

SMUT SMUT SLUT SMUT

im so tired, i’m sorry if its shit pls bare w me.

omg Stephen and you stuck in a cabin forced to get along…God knows what’ll happen.

MDNI leave nooooooow.

'Stephen,' You stifled in warning and surprise, slinging your bag onto the bedroom door, 'why is there only one bed?'

He rushed to see if you were jerking his leg, to see if you were actually telling the truth and not sneaking around like a cat in the dark. He rolled his eyes and groaned as his feet found his place in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes rolled at the sight infront of him and he let out a low exasperated groan.

'I'm just gonna make a quick call." He whisked away as fast as he came, your heart was littered with goosebumps and a shiver ran a course between your shoulder blades. You heard the richness of his voice as he buzzed against the landline phone.

'Tony, your attempts to make me play house with everyone on the team is all in vain and a waste of time. You're not that idiotic are you?' Stephen winced as the phone was nestled against his ear, his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in a fit of frustration. His patience was wearing thin at Tony, trying to make him play nicely with everyone on the team just to torture him.

'I'm going to ignore the fact you called me stupid because I'm that generous. This all started with your inability to get along with any of us, so therefore you're reaping what you're sowing thus it is actually not my fault. See the equation?' Tony snorted back at him.

'Here's what I don't understand,' Stephen let out a dry sarcastic laugh, 'for all the others you've made me stay in the safehouse with so we could 'get along' there were two beds. Two. So why is there only one with Y/N?'

Tony huffed a laugh against the phone.

'Uhm, becuase you don't give goo goo eyes to anyone else but her. I have this feeling that she's the one that can fix you for me.’

'Fix me?' Stephen raised an eyebrow but he wasn't denying Tony's goo goo eyes comment.

'Dear God, you need to get laid.' Stephen could hear the humour play on Tony's breath, and it made him annoyed as well as self conscious. Way too self conscious about something he shouldn't even be entertaining or thinking about.

'You took our phones away, what the hell are we supposed to do for a weekend? '

'Sex. Hate-sex. ' Tony stated briefly before hanging up, Stephen heard the death of the line and felt his eye twitch after hanging up the landline.

He was frenzied and stormy, Stephen was fiddling with his fingers which he never usually does probably because he was alone in a cabin with you. He never worked in a team, never due to the pompous demeanour of his ego and his inability to harbour empathy for people he didn't like but you were more than willing to challenge him, play at his final game. The others just moaned and groaned in frustration at him and his ministrations but you playfully insulted him, no holding back, going right for the jugular when he least expected it. He couldn't help his feelings be hurt a little and he didn't like that you had the ability to do that.

And now he was here alone with you, he hadn't really dabbled with the idea of fucking you, he was slightly intimidated if anything but you could see right through him; the flaws that he was too blind to see. Tony lodged that thought into his head now and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried to push it out of his mind.

Stephen went back up the stairs and he found you sitting at the edge of the bed in the bedroom. You were absolved in your own thoughts, quiet in a way he'd never seen and it stunted him. You were chewing at your lip and it piqued his interest. You were rubbing your hands atop of your thighs as if you were...impatient. He cocked his head to the side and psychoanalysed you as he does with everyone else since he had full view of you now.

Pretty. Really pretty. Pretty eyes, magnetic eyes. Lips. Kissable lips.

No. Not now. Not ever.

You were knocked out of your daze when you saw Stephen's frame by the door.

'So what'd the asshat say?' You quipped with a monotonous tone.

'One bed, gave no reason as to why.' He lied and again he feared you saw through him once again. He feared that a sweat was about to break free from his forehead when you squinted your eyes and raised an eyebrow.

You gazed up at Stephen with big doe eyes, your thoughts were running rampant with all of these outcomes. Sleeping on the same bed? No way.

'Ever slept with a real life woman before?' You crossed your arms as you questioned playfully, pondering upon socially forbidden grounds when it comes to a man you don't consider even an acquaintance.

'Yeah, lots. Made them cry in pleasure and die from exhaustion.' His mouth was forming words on their own, he didn't mean to have his voice sound as low as it did but it just happened.

You recoiled an inch until an awkward smile appeared on your face due to the misinterpretation of your question, of course he thinks he's the shit in bed. You secretly didn't expect anything else.

'I meant sleep as in sleep next to a woman.' You clarified. Stephen should be embarrassed but if anything he was feeling confident, he didn't know where this sudden surge came from but he was tapping into it.

He hadn't given in that easily, ever.

'No, no woman has ever interested me enough for me to actually stay the night.’ A massive dumbass smirk encased his face and you wanted to kick it in.

'You sure you even like women at this point Strange? Is it because you constantly lose to women such as myself?' You played your hand at flirting by disgusing it as an insult. It was fun playing this game, it's the most fun you've had with another Avenger and you were feeling your oats.

'You're unbearable.' He shot back at you with creased eyes.

'And your insults are lukewarm at least. It's almost as bad as your Avenging. Come on, what happened to you being the cold and mean big bad of the team?' You teased, mimicking the same facial expressions. You stood up and finally made your long awaited way to him.

On a whim, he immersed himself in that goal. He cqn play at the insulting game.

'I think you're a spoiled daddy's girl who doesn't take no for an answer and expects every man to sleep with her, sorry I mean fuck you because spreading your legs are easier than admitting you have no real asset or skill whatsoever.' Stephen's sly cheshire cat smile and the roaring insult made your breath halt.

Damn, but playing along is easy for you too.

'Misogyny, Doctor? Well, I think you couldn’t tell your face from your ass even if it was plastered in Times Square. " You inched closer, ‘'I think the Sanctity of Life means nothing to you, you only share your gospel of goodness onto other people so you can convince yourself that you own the moral fucking highground and that your moral compass is more intact than any of ours.’' inching closer again, ‘'You've killed people but you try to convince yourself that you're still a Doctor that wants to save people from death well guess what..? You're an Avenger now- casualities happen.’’ You inched for the final time. '’You wave around your doctorate as if it means anything to anyone, if anything I think your doctorate is compensating for something that you lack.'’ Your eyes cast down to where his dick was, you were so close to him your eyes connected like an unbreakable chain. An unbreakable bond.

'Hm.' He smirked as he let out a short exhale from his nose, staring down at you as if you were gratifying him of sorts which confused you.

"Struck a nerve?' You questioned lowly, he wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not but it made his mind whirr in ways he hadn't stretched out before.

"Teach me then.’

'What?'

'Teach me to be a good Avenger then since you're so good at it.' He responded in an abnormally soft tone and it internally stunned you as well as confused you. He was asking you to teach him, the man that was furiously independent wanted your notes on how to be better.

You jumped at the opportuntity to give it to him.

'Fine.' You swiftly made your way past Stephen, giving him incentive to follow you down the stairs, and like the 'obedient' man he was he traced your steps along with you. He hated the way you hypnotized him, your smart mouth was something admirable as well as annoying.

'I could really hurt you, you know." He sucked at his teeth in prolonged frustration as you both found yourselves in the living room. Swivelling around, your eyes radiated a dangreously playful yet warm and welcoming glow.

He knew a plan was devising in your head, the cat chasing after the mouse.

'You're pretty shit at combat Stephen. Let's not sugar things up and beat around the bush.' You voice was laced in blatant sarcasm; this man was so full of himself in every aspect in life and you decided to make it your own pesonal mission to knock him down a peg or seventy two.

You had noticed his small smirks when he thought you weren't looking and you found it very odd considering he despised every single member on the team, it perked you up a little. Maybe he was bringing out a new side of himself. And it was towards you.

'You wound me.' He pouted in faux mockery, you were stunned by his playful attitude and the fact that he was finally beginning to loosen up, the knots binding his ego were starting to unwind. If you said that to him infront of the others he would have started yelling at you and you would have both butted heads with steamed ears entertaining a screaming match.

Without hesitation, you swung at him with a fist and he instinctively ducked.

'Show me then, show me that you can't get your ass beat by me." You breathed with a smug smile splitting your smug face in half. He hated that you were so pleased with yourself and so ready to prove yourself right, but what he hated the most was how hot you looked doing it.

'Your own stupidity is gonna get your ass beat actually.' He tutted at you like a condescending parent.

He swung a fist at you first this time and you dodged it with ease. You grasped at his outstretched fist and twisted his arm enough that made you travel to the back of him, your front facing his back. He winced in pain and to top it all off you kicked the back of his knee and he dropped to his knees on the floor.

'Fuck.' He groaned softly and under his breath, to say that it caught you off gaurd was an understatement. His voice. So deep and...attractive. Your surroundings went blurry as your eyes unfocused, you grip on him loosened.

He lit up at the feeling and stood up and elbowed you in the face a lot harder than he meant to.

Your pained grunt snapped him back to reality and he felt an overwhelming wash of guilt course through him. Stephen turned to console you and absolve himself of fault. Your hands covered your nose and the skin of it made your groans buzz and muffle.

'Oh shit, I'm sorry I did that way too hard. Let me see, is it bleeding?'

He said softly, his eyes pleading blue. His hands were placed on the sides of your arms

Annoyance haywiring through you, you shook his hands off of you and you started mumbling as you made your way to the bathroom to check if you had broken it or not. Without warning, you felt a latching and a quickfire tug on your waist. Stephen conjured an orange fuzzy Eldreich whip with a quick quirk of his fingers and made it latch onto your waist, he tugged it back a bit and it made you clumsily twirl back into his arms.

In a swift daze, the world went blurry until the only thing you could view was Stephen's stern yet worried face. It took you a while to notice that your hands rested up on his forearms to steady yourself. A surpised exhale exited your mouth, your eyebrows creased and knitted in confusion.

Your heart dropped into your lungs as his hands were placed on your waist, the whip finally dissapating into thin air to whence it came.

'I said let me see.' He clarified with the same stern tone as his same stern face. Stephen lifted his hands to touch tenderly upon your face to inspect your injury. You weren't sure if you were red because of the hit or red because of the heated blush that was readily expectant on your skin.

'It's fine Stephen.' You tried to wriggle your way out of his hold but you were stifling against him, as you felt his stare boring into you…you finally made eye contact with him once more. You blinked up at him dumbly and his hands found hospice on your waist again, your breathing became more shallow and laboured. His eyes flitted to your lips and how the parted for him so readily and you began to melt into him, your body had a mind of its own.

Stephen was done fighting the urge to kiss you to make you shut up. He felt that gravity was collapsing beneath him and the air in the atmosphere felt thicker than before. Every breath, every pupil dialation was palpable by you both. Stephen's gaze darkened and you felt more seen than ever

'You okay?' He whispered.

'No.’

You had more balls than him and made that clear by leaning in first. Your lips shattered against his and no hint of finesse was found in your midst, he mirrored your eagerness and you opened your mouth for him to taste at. And like clockwork, he did. You tasted like cherries, no doubt due to your incessant chewing of gum and he revelled in the sheer sweetness of it all. His tongue discovered a new flavour, you. And it instantly became his favourite. Your hands carded through his hair and tugged slightly making him breathe into your mouth.

You ripped your lips away from Stephens to take a much needed breath. Eyes still screwed shut, your foreheads rested against one another.

'Aren't you supposed to hate everybody?' You let out an exasperated exhale, your warm breath fanning his face.

'Yes.’

Stephen didn't give you enough time to respond, his mouth crashed against your again but this time he bent down to feel up and grab the back of your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms slung around him with no time to lose. He smirked into your lips at your forwardness, you were insatiable and it drove him mad. Completely mad. Stephen walked you up the stairs and it felt like time was moving at a snail like pace, you thought he was doing it on purpose just to torture you. You tugged harder on his hair in retaliation.

Stephen kicked open the bedroom door and placed you onto the side of the bed, you were desperate for him to just rip your clothes off already but he was enjoying the slowburn. The delicious slowburn. Being between your legs was a wet dream come true for him, he was so full of pent up frustration annoyance and arousal and he needed an outlet, he needed you as an outlet and so much more it was bordering on pathetic but he couldn't deny his need for you any longer. He was fawning over you now, lips still connected, as you were sitting on the edge and he was standing.

'Stephen, touch me.' You breathed sensually, just begging for him to finally put his hands on you. Your petty arguments all had to inevitably lead up to this moment and your patience was thinner than ever.

'There's so many things I want to do to you. Say you want me and I'm yours.’ He grunted lowly at you, his eyes met yours in an animalistic daze.

'I want you.' You clarified, slightly annoyed that you had to pump up his ego.

'How bad?' Stephen smirked down at you.

'Stephen.’ You cautioned and warned in a cold gaze, of course he wanted to drag this out and inflate his arrogance even more in the process.

'Show me how bad.' He ignored your warning.

Your lips thinned into hard line. Without thinking, you aggressively undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Stephen let out a low gasp at your actions, he couldn't believe all of this was unfolding infront of his eyes. Your eyes flitted from his crotch to his face and you knew what you wanted to do next.

You couldn't control the ferocity of your fuck me eyes. You stuffed your hand into his pants and boxers.

'Woah..Easy, easy.' He whistled as he tried to tame you but he was the one who asked for this.

'You can take it.' You gritted.

You pulled his cock out of its confines and you were irritated at the fact he was...um...huge. Secretly, you dreamed it was but now he had the means to actually be full of himself. Your slender hand wrapped around him and slid up and down with ease due to the spit you slicked him up with, each quirk of your hand sent a jolt through him. You continued to edge him with just your hand before you finally put your mouth on him. Stephen's hand grasped at the roots of your flowing hair.

'Fuckkkk.' He groaned and slung back his head in pleasure.

Your mouth was so wet and warm and your saliva was just dripping out of you and onto him. It was sensational. He was so big that you had to wrap your hand around what couldn't fit. He obviously perked up at that. You suckled on his tip and your lips were becoming raw, red and swollen. Stephen could hear you gagging and choking on him and he almost felt bad. He could feel himself about to hit his peak and cum in your mouth, he wanted to wait to cum inside of you and feel at you but he physically couldn't do it. He released himself in your mouth was a gutteral rumbling groan.

He pulled you off of him and used his right hand to pinch and cradle your face upwards to stare him right in the eye. Stephens eyes were the bluest of blue but now they were black with lust, it made you spiral. He paused.

'Swallow.' He ordered softly and the wetness collecting inside of your panties was becoming increasingly prominent, your thighs rubbed together impatiently.

Your eyes didn't dare blink as you swallowed ever so obediently and stuck out your tongue to show the evidence. He completely lost it at that. Stephen reached back and pulled off his plain tee and pushed you down onto the bed harshly and all you could do was blink up at him like a surprised idiot His hands ripped off your shirt with ease and you gasped at the filthiness of it all. Your tits were exposed to the cool air.

'No bra?' He remarked like a horny teenager as he discarded the reminents of your top. Stephen pawed at the tender flesh and twisted your nipples and it made you whine into him.

'Shut up.' You kissed him to make him stop talking, you caught his lower lip with your teeth and bit down on it as punishment, he winced in pain and you smiled like a maniac.

His hands went doen to your waist to strip you of your leggings and they came off as quick as ever due to the sheer need of his to get you naked. Your body was magnificent, a temple and he wanted to worship it every day not just for tonight. Your underwear was barely visible and he bit his lip at the sight of your unclothed long legs and clear torso, he thought he was akin to that of a child at Christmas. He ripped down your underwear and the elastic burned against you.

Stephen felt his pants tighten at the mere sight of you. Your hair was strewn delicately over the pillows and your eyebrows were knitted in tense pleasure, your eyes were glowing with desperation and frustration and it was the sweetest of views. Stephen finally kicked his pants and boxers on and his skin was in contact with yours once again. He was obsessed with the feeling.

'You look good like this.' He complimented lowly and it made you blush surprisingly.

'I want to make you feel good Stephen.' You confessed breathlessly and dear God that shit eating grin was going to be the death of you.

You moaned at just the weight of him of being ontop of you. His body was carved to such a perfect degree you where visibly mad at it, everything about this asshole was so damn attractive- even his assholery was hot. Your arms scratched at his rippling back like a carnivore, you nails dug into him and he hissed into your mouth. Your lips were so damn soft and inviting, it was like he was sewn onto them.

Stephen guided his cock through your folds and you felt your back arch into him and your skin instantly felt hotter. Without warning he rammed himself into you and didn't give you the time of day to adjust, he just needed to hammer his cock into you until all you knew and could understand was him. Your walls were beginning to clamp down on him at a faster rate than socially acceptable, any other day you would've felt embarrassed but tonight you were brainwashed with desperation- too needy to even care. Your mouth was agape in pleasure.

You felt so wet and amazing, so slippery and it was all for him. He didn't think he would've ever got you in such a situation; finally biting the bullet and fucking you instead of arguing. The scene was all so filthy. Your eyelashes fluttered as you began to screw them shut but Stephen stopped you. His hand pinched and cradled your cheeks as he continuously rutted in and out of vou at a brutal yet delicious pace.

'No, let me see those eyes.' He growled at you and as obedient as ever, you obeyed. Your eyes were connected in firey carnal passion, it all felt like something out of a dream.

'Fuck Stephen! I think I'm gonna cum.' You cried at him as your fingers intertwined with his hair and tugged harder as if that made your point get across more.

He thought that was music to his ears.

'I can't get enough of you, you're so good...feel...you feel so good." He finally spat out inbetween prolonged breaths.

Stephen bit down at your neck and that sent you spiralling into another dimension, the scream that ripped out of you was other worldly and that set him off too. All you saw was white spots as delicious pleasure and pain warped through you and as if it was fate, Stephen came alongside you too. It was all so vulgar.

He breathed into your mouth and left a quick, swift, chaste kiss on your swollen lips before ultimately rolling off and laying beside you. Mouths suddenly dry but the excessive panting. A small smug smile began to form on your face and Stephen could literally hear it.

'I think you broke me.' He quipped and you turned to face him, he tried to conceal his smirk but he failed miserably.

'You liked it.' You raised a knowing eyebrow and he hated that you saw right throuh him again.

'I'm supposed to hate you, aren't I?' Stephen's eyes bore into yours and you instincitvely raised your hand to play with his salt and pepper hair and he melted into your touch once more.

‘Well, you proved that wrong, haven't you?' You rubbed salt into the wound playfully. You finally rested your entire weight on him by slinging your leg around him and resting your head at the base of his neck. He wrapped an arm around you and you felt so safe in his arms.

'Well who am I to deny someone who looks even hotter with their eyes rolling to the back of their head.' He laughed into your hair

"Thank God you didn’t make me die of exhaustion then.’’

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dear god i got so lazy at the end 😭😭

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OKAYYY THATS GREAT :D

sooo this is coming straight from my daydreaming lmao, but like imagine daryl and reader have a father-daughter relationship EXCEPT they got separated a bit before Negan arrives (maybe she left at the same time as Carol and Morgan or idk) and when he goes to the Hilltop, not only does he find Carol, but he finds the reader too and it’s just like a cute family reunion????

༉‧₊˚. 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairing: daryl dixon & teenage!Reader

― era: Season 7

― summary: after finding a new family, it was ripped away from you as fast as it came.

― warnings: mentions of the saviors, negan is his own warning, season 7 spoiler warning, guns, emotional reunions, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort.

― wc: 1490

⋆ a/n: it feels like i haven't written anything in so long omg, but i had this in my drafts and already halfway written, so i figured i'd just finish it and post it so you guys don't hungry LMFAO, even though this is another platonic!daryl fanfic.

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You were back to square one. You don’t remember the last time that you had seen your found family, or your caretaker, Daryl, not ever since the prison fell. You weren’t as lucky as the others that may have broken off into groups. You were all alone, forced to fend for yourself once again.

It felt like back in the beginning, when Daryl had found your makeshift camp, you had set up in an abandoned store, which led to him getting held at gunpoint by a child no older than thirteen.

“Aye kid, there ain’t no need for trouble.” The redneck said with his hands raised.

“You’re right, there doesn’t need to be,” You turned off the safety of the gun, keeping it steadily pointed up at his head. “So, get the fuck out of here.” Well, your foul mouth had certainly caught him off guard. He allowed his eyes to sweep along the empty shelves in front of him, taking in the decrepit conditions that he could only assume wasn’t a pleasant place to live in.

He had slowly begun to turn around and his gut was twisted at the sight of you. You had dirt and blood spattered all over your raggedy clothes that were tattered, littered throughout with sizeable holes. It didn’t matter that you had a gun pointed at him, there was something inside him – something fatherly – that wouldn’t allow him to leave a child behind, let alone someone as young as you.

“You alone?” He dared to ask. “What does it matter?” You bit back coldly. “I jus’ have a hard time believin’ you been alive this long without someone takin’ care of ya.” You scoffed, his seemingly demeaning question caused your finger to twitch against the gun, the trigger to be more precise. “Where are your parents?” There was something that passed in your eyes, equivalent to sadness, grief, and irritation.

“They’re dead.” You had forced yourself to say, even though deep inside of you, you were still coping with the fact that you had lost your parents just two months before now. There were so many things that you had to do on your own, like live alone and grow accustomed to being the one that used the gun, which was more your mother and father’s department.

“M'sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely, his voice softening. The random act of empathy caused the tension in your shoulders to release, but you still eyed him cautiously. “It doesn’t matter anymore, just get whatever you’re going to get and go.” You weren’t going to lie; your arms were starting to hurt. “I know this is going’ta sound strange, but I got a group; men, women, children, a pregnant woman.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Who would be dumb enough to get pregnant during an apocalypse?” You couldn’t help but snort, “To me, that sounds like dead weight.”

“Ain’t all that bad. ‘Beats stayin’ in a place that smells like shit.” You laughed a bit at his words, which caused a grin to tug at the corner of his lips. “It does smell like shit.” You agreed.

There were a lot of things that you had grown to regret at such a young age but giving Daryl the benefit of the doubt was never one of them. You should’ve thanked him, you supposed, to have allowed you to have a second chance at life. It wasn’t about survival anymore, even after you found the prison, after Lori died, after you had to fight the Governor for it. It seemed like life was going well… a little too well.

You knew that the Governor was out there somewhere, just waiting to enact his revenge, but even as that fear constantly breathed down your neck, you couldn’t find it within yourself to dwell on it. Maybe you should’ve, maybe if you had, you would still have your family… your dad.

Yes, you knew Daryl wasn’t your dad, but he was damn near the closest thing you’ve had to one in a long time. He would always make sure you had a chance to be a kid, that he supplied you with whatever you wanted, either that be; comic books, actual books, board games, even going as far as to give you a fancy journal that you could “write all your teenager thoughts in or whatever.” You laughed at it then, but as you walked life alone once again, it became the only company you had, just you and your thoughts.

He would make sure that you had eaten, gotten enough sleep, helping you hunt and identify mushrooms and shit that you had laughed at then, which grew to be beneficial now. In a way, you felt like Daryl knew the Governor would strike once again, too.

Neither of you had never said you loved one another, but there was no need to verbalize it, not when his and your actions spoke louder than words.

You had lost count of the days sense then, but it may have been a year? Maybe a year and half since you had lost everything. Your body had shown signs of change, that your hair had grown longer, and you were taller, much more mature looking.

It wasn’t until you had met a man by the name of Morgan, who happened to stumble across you walking amongst the streets, not a clue of where you were going. That’s what your days had dwindled down too recently, just walking, not sure of where you were going as you fought off the deep sadness in your heart. He had told you of a settlement he knew of that he could take you, one that was practically a utopia, ruled by a man named King Ezekiel. You couldn’t believe it, but you didn’t have it in you to reject his request, just desperate to find a place to rest.

That’s when you found Carol, the woman living in a home a little while away. You had seen her walking out of what seemed to be an auditorium, even though it was referred to as Ezekiel’s throne room. You had practically thrown yourself onto the woman when you saw her, crumbling in her arms as she still tried to get over the shock of you being alive. She ran her fingers through your hair with tears in her eyes as she studied you; you looked so much older, she wasn’t going to lie and say that it hadn’t freaked her out a little bit.

She had given you a rundown about the things that were happening as she allowed you to hunker down in her home, saying that she didn’t quite trust the Kingdom just yet to have you staying in one of the houses there. You were told that the others were fine despite being under the new rule of a man named Negan who had killed Glenn and a man named Abraham. You were devastated to hear about Glenn, and what added icing on the shit cake you were being served, Daryl had been taken and no one knew if he was dead or alive. It was safe to say you tried to silence your cries as you rested on her couch, knowing that the woman was trying to sleep in the next room over.

Earlier the next day, Ezekiel had visited the both of you, much to the older woman’s irritation, so when another knock was delivered to the door, Carol sent you a look, one that told you that it was your turn to open the door.

Your breath stopped, your heart dropping as you felt your knees grow weak. There Daryl stood, looking absolutely broken and worn down, the bags under his eyes a lot more apparent than usual as his own eyes widened.

“_______?” He called out your name in disbelief. “Daryl!” You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder as you cried. “Where- how- why?” He stuttered through his words. “I- I’ve been on my own… but- how are you here? I thought Negan had taken you.” He shuddered at the reminder. “He did but I got out.”

You had all but dragged him inside where Carol shared a tearful embrace with him as well. Carol left for the kitchen to make the three of you dinner, knowing that Daryl was undoubtedly hungry after living in the conditions that he was in for the past few days.

You and Daryl were sitting on the couch, with your legs pulled up to your chest, your caregiver’s eyes locked on the fire that burned brightly.

“Can’t believe how grown ya are.” Daryl remarked next to you. “Remember when you were yea’high pointin’ a gun at my face.” You just snorted, “I’m not even going to lie, you look like shit.” You teased him back. He just scoffed and elbowed you light-heartedly.

“Thanks kid.” He said fondly, ruffling your hair.

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Kinktober 2023 | Edward Richtofen/ F! Reader | Fic 5

Roleplay

Words: 2,673

Tags: Soldier Edward, Nurse reader, hand jobs

1917, Germany.

The light was blinding as it filtered through the window, the room smelled of stale air and sterile equipment. The war was hell on the soul, as well as on the body. 

Edward Richtofen groaned out, trying to shift his bandaged body, his leg was splinted, head compressed and abdomen wrapped, a tinge of pink slightly soaking through. He didn’t have a clue of how long he had been here, nor how he got here, but the bandages gave away the possible reason. 

He was still in his uniform, donning the drab but effective field grey wool. It was a damn scratchy fabric, even more so now since it was all he could focus on in this basically bare room. At least his boots and helmet were taken off, he could appreciate that.

Edward’s ears perked up as he heard footsteps right outside the door, a nurse, no doubt, the clicks of heels on hardwood floors were distinct. Just as he hoped, the door creaked open, revealing a neatly dressed nurse. She donned wide eyes as she made eye contact with him.

“Gott im Himmel! You’re awake!” You gasped, softly shutting the door before taking quick steps to his bedside. You wore the best subtle German accent you could, trying to be authentic. “You gave all the nurses here quite the scare, Soldat.” 

Richtofen laughed weakly, reaching out to you with his shaky hand. You took it quickly, sitting down on the edge, rubbing his calloused hands with your delicate fingers. “How long have I been out?” He asked.

“A few days, ten to be exact.” 

His eyes went wide from your admission. “Zehn? That’s not exactly a few, is it?” A smile twitched on his lips. At least through it all he still had high spirits.

You chuckle lightly yourself, shaking your head. “Nein, I suppose not… you had some nasty shrapnel from battle, passed out from blood loss.” His eyes trailed from yours to his bandaged stomach quiet as he thought about your words. You felt empathy for him. You squeezed his hand in a soothing manner. “Don’t worry, nothing too serious, the worst was your fractured leg which is healing just fine.” 

He gave you a weak but appreciative smile. A sigh escaped from his lips as he looked at the curtained window. “Is it wrong to say I’m glad I got injured?” He inquired.

“I don’t think so, you’ve been a brav Soldat… you deserve a break.” You answered.

His eyes came back to you, a sheepish look cascading his features. “I was talking more about getting such a schön nurse, Fraulein.”

Your face erupted in red, a small smile finding your lips as you looked away. It wasn’t the first time a patient has hit on you, you should’ve gotten used to it by now, and for the most part you were. But having such a handsome soldier say such things made your heart flutter.

“Flattery won’t persuade me to up your meds, Herr Richtofen” you joked, trying to shrug off the compliment.

He gave you a lopsided grin from your words. “So you’re flattered, miss…?” He trailed off, unsure of your own name. You told him, and he tasted it on his tongue, you couldn’t deny it sounded good on his lips. “I should be the one flattered, you know my name.” His smile still played on his face.

“I read your dog tags to create your chart, Herr Richtofen.” You said bluntly, hardly entertaining his games.

“As much as my last name sounds wunderbar on your lips, I’d much prefer if you’d call me Edward.” 

You bit your lip, rolling your eyes as you considered his request. “Okay, Edward.” You confirmed, “aber only because you’ve been through hell.”

“Nein, Schatz. War ist war, und Hell ist Hell. War is far worse.” He sighed, eyes glazing over as his memory dragged him back to those godforsaken trenches. 

You frowned, recognizing that look, you’ve seen it on too many young men’s faces. You let go of his hand to stand, walking over to the other side of the room where a small table stood. On the table was a pitcher of water and a single glass. You poured a generous amount, and brought it back to the hospital bed.

“Here, I can imagine you have cotton mouth, drink, bitte…” you told him more than asked, bringing the glass to his lips. He strained to lift his head, greedily chugging down the water. 

When he pulled away, he gave a few small gasps for air, breathing heavily as he smiled. “Dankeschön, Liebling,” he cooed, resting his head back against the pillow. 

Edward tried to shift in bed, it was a failed effort only resulting in a pained moan escaping his lips. You sat the glass down quickly and grabbed his hand again to soothe. 

“Gott…. Mein thigh, it feel so stiff und achy.” He complained, looking down to the injured leg.

You clicked your tongue in displeasure. “Ja, I can imagine. Being immobile with a splint for almost two weeks doesn’t feel too gut on the muscles.” You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. An idea soon popped in your mind. “I’ll massage the muscle, ja? Perhaps it can bring you some comfort.”

Richtofen nodded eagerly, doing the best he could to scoot over for you to have room to sit. You sat down right at his knee line, careful not to hit the splint. Your hands gingerly found his thigh, kneading and digging into the skin with your thumbs.

“Ah, gently, schatz…” he groaned, feeling the soreness.

His muscles had serious knots in them, it felt like marbles under the skin. Poor man, it couldn’t have felt any type of good walking with them. Even when he asked for a more gentle touch, you didn’t give it to him, knowing firm hands were the only way to get them out. His moans of pain soon turned into sighs of relief, you visibly saw him relax.

“Are you feeling any better Herr Richtofen -, ah… Edward?” You corrected yourself, still working the muscles.

“Ja,” Edward breathed, eyes closed. “Aber… I still feel some tension, just a little higher.” 

You trailed your hands higher, about mid thigh, and dug into the muscle. His groans of enjoyment filled the room, his head rolling to the side to watch your deft fingers work their magic. Wanting to get all of the knots out, you reached higher to his upper thigh, mere inches from his groin. 

His breathing got heavier the more you worked the muscles, he didn’t dare utter a word, he just watched, eyes wide almost in anticipation. You were so focused on your task, you didn’t notice anything until he let out a low moan. 

“Herr Richtofen? Are you ok-? Oh .”

Edward’s bulge was evident even concealed by the sweep of his tunic. It was hard against his thigh - the thigh you were massaging. Your eyes grew wide, hands reeling away as you stood up.

“Es tut mir leid…” you trailed off, your face red from embarrassment.

“I haven’t experienced a woman's soft touch for too long, surely you don’t blame my reaction,” he smiled, eyes lidded from desire. “Especially the touch of such a gorgeous fraulein.” 

His breathing was still labored, his erection strained against the fabric. He looked at you with pleading eyes, eyes that begged for you to touch him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach from nerves and a twinge of arousal. You took a deep breath, sitting back down.

“How long?” You ask, voice low.

He bit his lip, eyes lighting up that you didn’t immediately turn him down. “I’ve spent two awful years in those trenches, if that paints a picture.” His need was obvious. A handsome man in need of a woman… “Would you take care of me, Frauchen?” He asked, almost in a whisper. 

You felt that familiar arousal between your legs. Your eyes trailed down his chest to his bulge as you wrestled with the idea. Your resolve crumbled as you placed your hand on his thigh. 

“Anything for the morale of the German army.” You teased.

Your hands moved to the button of his trousers, you were careful not to graze his erection, you enjoyed how he held his breath in anticipation for it. The button popped open with ease, his boxers were the only thing keeping you from the prize. You lightly caress down his happy trail, to the waistband of the garment. 

“Mh, bitte, don’t tease,” Edward pleaded. His breath caught in his throat when you slipped two fingers under the band, just barely grazing the base. 

“Sorry, Soldat, I can’t help it.” You wink at him. You grab his shaft tightly, pulling it out of his boxers. It stood proudly, tip red and needy with small twitches here and there. You bit your lip at the size, eyes growing wide. “Mein Gott… you’re… so big…” you say with a shuttered breath. It twitched again from your words.

“Vielen Dank,” Edward’s eyes were lidded, lips pulled up in a smile from the stroke of his ego. The way you continued to stare at it only made him more and more turned on. “ You make me feel like I’ve already won this war.”

You gave his shaft a slow pump, testing the waters. He bucked up in your hand, a low groan escaping his lips, as well as pleas for more. You became more confident, stroking him at a faster pace.

“Verdammt, you have magical fingers…” Richtofen groaned, squirming from the pleasure. He began to leak precum so you trailed your hand up, rubbing the tip with your thumb in quick, tight circles. A string of curses fell from his pretty lips. 

“How does that feel?” You purred, giving quick shallow strokes while still thumbing the head.

“Like Heaven.” Was all he could muster. 

You gripped the base of his shaft with your other hand, working every inch with determination, even throwing in a few twists of your wrist to make him squirm. He was a panting mass, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he thrusted into your hands. 

“Ja… ja, I’ve needed this, Gott, I’ve needed this.” He said like a prayer. The tip of his throbbing cock was now a darker red, precum leaked freely as you focused on the twitching shaft with one hand and the needy head with the other, jerking it fast.

“How much are you going to cum for me, Herr Richtofen?” You asked while keeping up your ministrations.

“So much… so, so much. I’m going to explode und get mein cum all over those filthy little hands of yours.” Edward hissed out his answer. 

“Mh, is that so? I don’t want to be disappointed…” You reveled in the fact he was putty in your hands. You could tease him all day long and you knew he would love it.

“Jawohl, Frauchen. Mein balls are so heavy und full… und it’s all for you. Milk me, bitte. Milk me for all that I have.” Richtofen pleaded almost completely out of breath. “Schnell, schneller!”

You held his cock tightly with both hands, pumping up and down as quick as you could. His moans got higher and whinier as he got closer to his release, his dick twitched like crazy and his balls tightened as he took a deep breath in, grunting primally as thick spurts of cum shot from his cock. 

He bucked into your hand while you still continued to work him. His moans tumbled out unabashedly as he came all over your hands as promised. The cum was an excellent lube for your fingers to keep working him, milking him just as he asked. You continued to run quick circles on the underside of his tip until his hips started spasming, cries of overstimulation racking his chest. You slowed down, pumping the base slowly for a few more moments before slowing down to stop that as well.

Edward laid there, each muscle twitching on their own accord. His cock laid on his thigh, still pulsing while it softened. He wore a drunk grin on his face, certainly still coming down from cloud nine. You wiped off your hands with a handkerchief while gazing at him. 

“I hope that was well enough, Soldat.” You said, bringing a hand to caress his chest, watching as loving eyes stared at you. His hand found your cheek to cradle it tenderly. 

“I told you to call me Edward.” He teased, hands dropping to hold your own.

“Nein, I shouldn’t… what if I am to get attached?” You inquire. “You will soon return to war und forget me.” 

“I could never forget my most doting Nurse.” Edward said, squeezing your hand just as you did his when he first woke up. “Bitte, call me Edward. If you call me Edward I promise to find you und marry you once the war is done.” 

Your eyebrows shot up in surprising. Why, he hardly knew you. He barely met you today and he was already talking about marriage. You knew army men moved fast but you didn’t realize just how fast. “Und what if I do call you E- your first name… und you die in this war?” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “With a fraulein like you waiting for me? There’s no way im Teufel I’m letting those damn Tommies ruin this for me.” 

You laughed, looking away with a blush on your cheeks. You hardly knew this man, but something inside you said to take the opportunity and run, that good looks and a great cock weren't the only things he had going for himself. You looked back into his hopeful eyes and smiled, nodding your head.

“Okay, Edward. I accept. But after the war if you don’t come back to me, I will hunt you down.” You threatened, glaring into his eyes before a smile cracked through.

“Und I wouldn’t have it any other way. Kiss mich.” He whispered. You complied happily, melting into his shaky yet gentle touch. 

He scooted over more to let you lay down with him, wanting to hold you close for as long as he could before having to return to war in the coming weeks. It was an unconventional love blossoming, but you were never conventional.

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“Ach, meine Liebe, could you take this splint off? Mein knee is starting to hurt from over-extension.” Edward groaned, sitting up. He smiled at you as he began taking off his bandages while you worked on the splint. “What did you use for the blood? Looks quite realistic.”  He inspected the red bandages as he removed them.

You began unbuckling the many leather belts of the splint, he audibly sighed once he was able to bend his knee. “White corn syrup, red food colouring, and a tad bit of water.” You grinned, proud of the blood. He ran his finger in the fake blood that was still spread on his stomach, plopping it in his mouth.

“Lecker, although I think the real stuff tastes better.” 

You laugh at him shaking your head. You finally got the splint fully off and so began working on getting your uniform off, Edward followed suit.

“Thank you for doing this for me, Eddie.” You say in a small voice.

“What kind of husband would I be if I were to deny you of your sinful pleasures?” He murmured against your ear. “Besides, I’ve always looked damn gut in a German uniform, only wore them a handful of times while in France.”

“You definitely should wear it more often.” You tell him, closing the gap between you once more.

“If you keep doing that sexy faux German accent, I just might.” 

“Jawohl, Herr Richtofen.” You purr.

Edward pounced on you, your back now against the bed with his chest pressing against yours, his sexual appetite still unsatisfied. You had a long night ahead of you, a long night in the arms of your German soldier. 

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Character asks for @gloryride 🥰💕

Hiro:

White: When was a moment in your OC's life that they felt the most vulnerable and exposed? Were they alone or surrounded?

Hiro felt the most vulnerable in the weeks prior to his first attempted break with the Claws. He knew he didn't have much to lose, and everything to gain, and it was ill-thought out, but a single decision set the next eight years in motion, even if didn't realize how. He was surrounded but not by allies, and he knew that any sort of ties to people would only be something to be manipulated or trouble for them down the road. He almost considered asking Judy for help, one of his few friends, but decided against getting her involved, and if things went poorly, he didn't want her tied to his mistakes. It was one of the few decisions he's never regretted.

Avi:

Red: What is a trait your OC has that those around them don't see very often? Is it seen by a rare few or completely overlooked?

That his desire to be in control is a thin veneer over anxiety. If he controls the situation, he controls the variables and his emotions and responses to it. He doesn't know how to turn mission-mode off. He's always on alert, head on a swivel, and as much as it's kept him alive in the corpo landscape, it's not particularly constructive for his mental well-being. He had a wellness coach when he was at Arasaka whom he frequently ignored the calls of, or interacted just enough with that they'd leave him alone. He's hard to read at best, but if you watch closely enough, you can see a muscle in his jaw twitching when he's absolutely had it. Most emotions get worked out through gigs or sparring, preferring not to bring them home.

Ares, Ily

Green: What is considered a weakness in your OC that is actually a strength? What is a strength in your character that can be twisted into a weakness?

Ares knows that her trust in people can come across as downright naive, and sometimes it does. But it also leads to her making friends in places she doesn't expect, and offering empathy or understanding when people are accustomed to very little. It's both endearing and endlessly frustrating to her inputs, but as she'd point out, she's still alive so she must be doing something right. She's also capable of an incredible amount of focus when she has a project or a task she's buried in, and is capable of a truly unbelievable amount of work. However, she also blocks out the rest of the world, and would literally not realize if the surroundings were on fire around her, and often doesn't take care of herself when she's zeroed in on something, and requires an external nudge to get her out of it.

Ily is good at talking, at schmoozing people, and has his fingers in a lot of different pies It leads to a lot of opportunities but it also puts him in the cross-fire often, and luckily for him, he's good at slipping away when he's neck deep in trouble. This hasn't always been the case, and he likes to claim he's older, and wiser but it isn't always the truth, and the list of alliances he has is precarious at best. There's a faresightedness to him that makes him hard to trust as an ally, but it also means he's a damn good information broker, and a slippery bastard, who can deliver on what he promises, even if it's not how his clients would expect.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: hiro oda #cyberpunk ocs #oc: ares tanner #oc: avi kaiba #oc: ilya #character asks #character headcanons #thanks for asking!! these really made me think <3

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad... weeks ago :')

My words are: threat, trust, tie, time

Your words are: risk, rage, remember, relief

And I am tagging (if you want to, as always!) @littleperilstories, @sincaerity​, @nanashi23 and you, if you want to.

Just find the words (or thesaurus your way through it) in anything WIP or published, whatever.

Finally started going through Shattered Dreams for my dev edits, so that's what you're getting :)

Threat

The jinn stopped as Darian approached him, pushing thin black braids banded in silver over his shoulder. Darian noted how wary his coal black eyes were as they swept over his leather-clad form, skipping over the serrated dagger strapped to his left thigh, the hilt of the sword strapped to his back, and the water enchanted short sword he currently held in his right hand.

Those were his visible weapons.

“How are we doing today, Dyami?” he asked the jinn, keeping his short sword lowered and trying to appear non-threatening.

Trust

“Please, don’t give up now. Now that I’m gaining some control over my empathy, Warren will want to put that to use.”

He closed his eyes at the name, but she wouldn’t allow the withdrawal.

She shook him until he looked at her again. “I have a plan. Do you trust me?”

With a weary sigh and eyes full of shadows, Serin nodded. “You know I do.” The corner of his mouth twitched up as another thought occurred to him. “It’s not like I have anything to lose, I guess.”

Tie

Warren crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers and touching them to his lips. “Serin tells me you can project now. Show me.”

Immediately, she obeyed, dipping into her Source to forge a different kind of channel. Her eyes glowed softly, yellow light spilling over the table as she focused. She thought of the terror she had felt tied to that pole in her village, the fear she had felt before her first punishment, the dread she felt every time Warren walked down into this cellar.

Time

Warren steepled his fingers again, nodding. “It’s time.”

So many questions, and each one would cost her. She would need to choose carefully. “How do you plan to explain my presence, or hide the glowing eyes and my aura?” Three fingers flashed, and she clenched her jaw.

Seven. This would not be a good visit.

“Nice try.” Warren chuckled. “I bet you thought that would be one. Hmm.” He stared at her eyes, although the glow had faded as soon as she had closed the channel. “I suppose I could just pluck your eyes from your head, that would certainly stop the glow from being noticed.”

#i tried to keep to the earlier chapters lol #almost all include Warren #so sorry :') #there was a certain Kadin chapter i could've pulled from... but i am not posting any part of that on tumblr 😅😂 #starlit plays tag games #word find tag

[alfredosauce50]

What makes me human

[Cyberpunk! America x reader] 5

(remastered)

Wordcount: 1, 931 Rating: M for strong language, suggestive language Chapter synopsis: Alfred reveals his dark past, and your contempt turns into empathy. Meanwhile, Allen learns more about the task he’s given. The chip Alfred is so eager to steal is nothing but a lure–-its software is dangerous, and he’s the guinea pig. Allen is more than willing to take him down, motivated by his own agenda.

05

The street kid

Cyberpunk isn’t about saving humanity.

It’s about saving yourself.

“You can start by telling me the truth,” You stood next to him, watching his face tense. Your impression of him was cold, dismissive, and egocentric, but the more you spoke to him, the further he strayed from those things. “Why do you really want the chip?”

Alfred opened his mouth. Nothing came out, for the words were stuck in his throat. He should’ve just gone with the whole ‘keeping it from falling into the wrong hands’ ploy, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. And you were starting to see that.

“Why would you risk so much for good?”

His eyes did all the talking, which moved restlessly over the wall. 

“Nobody owes this city anything.”

“Yeah, ‘cause this city owes me.” He turned to you, balling his fists. He wished he could say he was only doing this because it was right. Stopping immortality in its infancy, preserving the last of humanity. 

But vengeance was a cruel mistress. 

“Why?” You asked, voice faint. The question was as redundant as it was necessary. Night city offered the unattainable promise of the American dream, sucking the life out of everyone in the process��only every story was different. But Alfred’s?

His was one of a kind.

He reached out for your arm. You pulled away on instinct, but seeing the attentiveness in his eyes, you let him. There was something different about Alfred. A sensitivity you hadn’t seen before, a willingness to compromise. He hesitated before gliding his lithe fingers against your skin, feeling it sink under the pressure. It was the gentlest he’d ever been, touching you with only the purpose of touching you.

“I wasn’t always a cyborg. It doesn’t feel so long ago when I was just like you.” He uttered, brows twitching as he studied your appearance. There were tiny imperfections everywhere, but he held those in the highest regard. “All organic, flesh and blood.”

He loomed his face over yours, taking in every detail.

Was it wonder or envy that pulsed through him, seeing a person for what they were supposed to be? A warm body, a flawed being. You were the yin to his yang, and he was yours. Nothing about him was natural, everything about you was. 

And for that, it was hard to take his eyes off you.

A good ten seconds passed before he turned away.

“When I got hurt, it hurt like a bitch. But it was okay because I knew first aid and everything. We all did.” From the sound of how his speech slowed, it became apparent he was deep in thought. And he was, unearthing years of memory from what felt like lifetimes ago. “We were all big on camping, you see.”

He walked towards the balcony. You trailed behind, drawn in by his words that spoke of a nostalgia so bittersweet, it hurt to listen to.

All you could offer him was silence, but from that, he could tell you were listening. Alfred always struck you as an outsider. An observer. Someone who never knew peace, someone who kept looking for something that couldn’t be found.

“And I don’t mean the camping-outside-the-city-like-a-nomad kinda camping.” He glanced at you over his shoulder, smiling gently. When he returned his gaze to the metallic cityscape, his smile faded. “Real camping. The hiking, fishing, discover a whole new appreciation for nature kinda camping.”

Natural phenomena couldn’t be developed by computers, only grown, shaped, and molded. Greenery needed to be nurtured and sustained, making them non-existent outside of resorts or specialty labs. Like all cyberpunks, Alfred didn’t have a dollar to his name, only a criminal record. 

How he managed to get so close to something so exclusive was beyond you.

“Where did you go, then?” You asked, standing at his side. 

But there was a time when it belonged to everybody. 

Alfred knew that fact, and relished in it just as much as it tortured him.

“Not where, (F/N).” He glanced at you, eyes gleaming. “When.”

On the end of a wooden pier stood a man. Young, fit, and blonde, he was one of many to make this spot their hideout for Summer. Surrounding him were mountains and forests for miles unending, but this lake? He could kayak the entirety of it if he wanted. 

Stripping out of his clothes, he dove off the edge and plunged into the cold water.

Allen rose to the surface of a pool. Giving his hair a shake, he waded to the side and pulled himself out. The building’s facilities never fell short; it even came with attendants. A woman in white stood by the loungers, holding a warm towel for him. 

He threw it over his head and dried himself off. She bowed before following him to the changing rooms. Before he pulled off his trunks, he spun to her with a laugh.

“Okay. I can do this bit. Thanks, Noriko.”

A nice swim always took the edge off things. You were still out there, nowhere to be found. If that wasn’t bad enough, your father insisted that he wait. 

For what, he didn’t know, and didn’t care. 

His inaction was eating away at him, and it bothered him enough to seek out his superior. He threw on his tank and sweats, ready for the rest of his evening. Ambling through the warmly-lit halls, he took an elevator to the penthouse.

“I forgot how small this thing was.” He squinted. There they stood, barely visible in the dim storage room. Hidden between aisles of shelving units was a thermal case, which kept a priceless piece of technology from decaying. The chip glowed an ominous red, which reflected off their focused faces. “I know what you’re gonna say.”

Allen patted Mizumoto’s shoulder, who was none too amused by his whims.

“Great things come in small packages, Jekyll.” He waved his hands for a profound emphasis. His impersonation came out as low, grumbly, and accented, but it promptly ended with what he added. “This one’s an exception.” He patted his crotch, grinning.

“Stop blathering and focus, Jekyll.” The other clicked their tongue, disgust marring their features. “He’s as unpredictable as you are, so you must do this without fault. And exactly as I instructed you to.”

For many years, the redhead was entrusted with the highest stakes as his right-hand man. And he pulled through, countless times without fail. His impeccable track record was praiseworthy even to Hideki Mizumoto himself, the very face of this generation and everything that defined it. 

But that was it—if he wanted to defend that position of relentless control, he needed to eliminate those who stood in his way. Not that they even lasted long, making an enemy out of someone they never should’ve crossed. Alfred was that one exception.

He did it once, and was prepared to do it again.

“He won’t tell the difference until he puts this in his head,” Mizumoto stared directly at the chip, letting its crimson glow light up his eyes. His lips cracked a smile. And it was as subtle as it was sinister. “He’ll be disappointed when he learns what he’s looking for doesn’t exist.”

Allen fell silent at that, watching him revel in his own genius. Even after studying, training, and assimiliating into the organization, he could never get used to his. 

He used to think learning a new language was hard, but everyone in the building spoke Japanese, making for an immersive environment. There was nobody like Mizumoto, though. And nobody would have guessed that he was secretly terrified of him. The man was ruthless, clever, and the personification of power itself. Every string in the city led back to him, and he held all the cards. 

Everything you could want was his to give. 

Allen knew that better than anyone.

“Right. I’m guessing he’s gonna be a guinea pig for this thing, huh?” He murmured, closing the thermal case with a hiss. To think this thing could wipe out somebody’s existence in a matter of weeks was sobering. Deleting their mind and replacing it with something else—a digital engram of their personality and memories that lacked self-awareness. One that could be stashed away in the archives forever, or loaded up in another body like a zoo exhibit. 

There was no biochip, only the Soulkiller. 

Alfred had it all wrong, and it would cost him his life.

But Allen held no qualms against using it on psychoterrorists. 

“So, what’s gonna happen after this works?” He questioned, his gaze following Mizumoto as they made their way to the exit. “I think I know how this part goes. You give all the bigshots a chance at preserving their soul or whatever so their memories and smarts don’t go down with them when they die. Maybe their family or company could keep it in a private library and turn him into an AI librarian.”

“That is precisely what we’re going to do.” The bearded man answered, stopping in front of him. He stood in the doorway, letting the light pour in and form a shadow. “This will be sold to all the business tycoons in Night city to give them a semblance of immortality. A continuation of their influence over their company.”

“Uh-huh.”

Mizumoto turned to him, showing the front of his kimono.

“If you destroy him, I’ll grant you your deepest desire.”

He stiffened up at that.

“And you’ll have my blessings as well.”

Allen stared into a glass case, heart racing. 

Inside were two kimonos, hanging on a wooden stand. They were spread out for protection and display, their long sleeves falling to the ground. On the left was a black monstuki, the most formal kimono for men. And on the right, a woman’s shiromuku whiter than snow. Together, they were the traditional wedding dress for samurai families.

The kumicho held all the cards. Anything he could want was his to give. 

“When?” You whispered, brows furrowing.

“That’s right.” Alfred turned around to rest his back against the balcony. He looked up to the darkening sky. He couldn’t believe this day would come; another soul was finally going to learn the truth about him. Just when he thought he was over it, the mere thought of his past tripped him up. “It would be hypocritical of me to hold a grudge against you for being a yakuza.”

Nothing could have prepared you for what he was about to say. No amount of books could make up for the knowledge you didn’t have. As of now, you knew next to nothing, and it had much to do with the man you called father.

“I used to be part of your syndicate.”

“What?” You let out, shocked beyond relief. Just like that, the room lost cabin pressure. “But what about the code? The only way to leave the Mizumoto syndicate is through—” 

“—death?” He rolled his head to you, raising his brows. “I’m not saying I didn’t experience it. Through my own terms, anyway.”

Being his daughter meant being in his shadow. The closer you were to him, the darker it was. What he kept from you never would’ve seen the light of day if it weren’t for Alfred.

“I was indebted to your family. When I refused to work for them…” He inhaled a deep breath, shaking his head. “... I was put in cryogenic sleep for fifty years.”

If it was to protect you, the only thing he was protecting you from was him.

“They put me down and turned me into this freak.”

Next chapter: Bloodlines

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