#and my heart is so full i havent felt this good in a while

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere tim drake

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

Clementine Kisses

Chapter Seven of the Through the Scope Series | Chapter Eight

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.8K

Chapter Overview: You wake up in a strange bedroom and investigate

TW: smut !! oral (f receiving), f in v, p in v, depictions of breasts but without their size

Notes: now i know this isnt a gif of frankie, but i am the law of the land and i want to use it. okay LMAO we finally made it to the smut hehe i mean i feel like yall knew this was coming tbh,, i havent written it in a while so i might be a bit rusty, but im still pleased with how it turned out. its just so much fun to write. as usual ... my asks are always open & happy reading <3 (oh and listen to lemon boy by cavetown bc it was on repeat while i wrote this chapter)

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Your head is spinning, but your body is so comfortable. When did your shitty mattress get this soft? Without even having to open your eyes you can tell that the sun is up. You must have forgotten to close the blinds when you got home last night. Wait a second…you don’t remember coming home. Still choosing to keep your eyes shut for fear of seeing a stranger next to you in bed, you hoist the covers up and over your head. Maybe if you just pretend you didn’t do anything stupid last night it will become a reality. 

You inhale deeply, slightly wincing at the throbbing in your head, and your eyes pop open. It may be pitch black under the sheets, but you are starting to see things more clearly. You know this smell. It’s a smell that has haunted the deepest corners of your mind since you first encountered it. Since you first encountered him. It’s musky, but not in a dirty way. It fills your nose and soothes the anxiety you felt creeping its way into your belly. You breathe in deeply again. There were subtle hits of…tire rubber? Well he works in an auto body shop so that checks out.

You decide to hold your breath to see if you can hear anyone breathing softly beside you. A few seconds go by with the only sound being the steady beat of your heart. Hoping that you correctly assumed that you’re alone, you peel back the covers to reveal a foreign sun lit room. You look beside you and breathe a sigh of relief when you see that the right side of the bed has been left undisturbed. As much as you wanted to have sex with him, that was definitely something you wanted to remember. Using your elbows as support, you scoot your body into a sitting position and lean your back against his headboard. Looking at the nightstand beside the bed, you see three things: a glass full of water, two tylenol pills, and a small slip of paper. Without thinking twice you pop the painkillers in your mouth and chase them down with the now room temperature water. Nothing has ever tasted so refreshing. You trade the empty glass for the piece of paper. Aloud you read what it says.

You fell asleep in the truck. I’ll explain everything in the morning. On the couch if you need me. -Frankie

He had drawn a little smiley face next to his name. You laugh quietly to yourself as you set the note back down on the small table. Looking down you see your shoes neatly placed in front of it. There is a shirt you don’t recognize folded and carefully placed on top of them. You reach down and unfold it in your lap. 

“Hmm.” You run your fingers over the faded design on the front of it. “Fleetwood Mac. You have good taste in music, Frankie.” 

After giving the room one final once over to make sure no one is inside you shimmy out of yesterday's shirt and bra and dawn the one left out for you. Then you throw the rest of the covers back, climb out of bed, and take off your jeans. It wasn’t your fault he didn’t have any shorts for you. His shirt comes to rest a few inches above your knees as you start quietly tiptoeing around his room. You know snooping is wrong, but you just can’t help yourself. Your still socked feet guide you over to a thin, vertical bookshelf that sits directly in front of the side of the bed that you slept on. Dust has started to collect on the shelves and the books themselves. You run your fingers across the spines of them until you see one that peaks your interest. 

“What do we have here, Frankie? A Helicopter flying handbook?” 

You slide the heavy duty book from its seemingly perpetual resting place and crack it open. A lot of the pages are dog-eared and highlighted to high heaven. You close it and set it back where you found it. As you look closer you see that the majority of the books he has relate to helicopters, aviation, and the mechanics of flying aircrafts. A pang of sadness and realization shoots through you as you realize that you know so little about him. You know so little about what he did when he was on missions, fuck, you didn’t even know that he knew how to fly. But you want to. You want to know everything there is to know about him whether it be big or small or beautiful or ugly.

Moving over to his dresser, curiosity building, you see a group photo. You pick it up and you mentally name Frankie, Santi, Will, Benny, and who’s that? A gruff looking man smiles and has his arm around your coworker. He appears older than the other men he’s standing with. You’ve never met him or even heard the guys talk about him before. Right as your mind starts to pick apart who the fifth man in the photo could be, the sun reflects off something else on the dresser and catches your eye. You set the photo down and look for the culprit. When you find it, you feel your knees get weak. Sitting on top of a familiar looking post-it note there is a beer bottle cap. You gasp to yourself as you pick it up. This must have been the cap of the beer that he opened for you when you attended the fights with him. You thought you had seen him slip it into his pocket, but you figured that it was just because that was an easier alternative than leaving to throw it away. He saved it as a memento and kept it by your number. Two things that another man would consider trash, he kept and cherished. 

The smell of coffee tickles your nose and you can hear faint clanging coming from the kitchen. You decide that you have been hiding and snooping long enough, so you set the cap down and make your way to the door. The room you were in appears to be on the left side of the hallway. You walk quietly down the hall and notice that the walls are barren. The noises get louder as you close the space between yourself and the kitchen. His house’s layout makes you walk through the living room, which has the front door, before you reach the kitchen. There’s no door when you approach so you’re able to see Frankie engrossed in his task. Well, his back to be more precise. He has on a tired looking t-shirt and some boxers. One side of his hair is sticking up in a way that causes you to stifle a laugh. For a man that slept on the couch last night, he seems to be quite chipper. His low humming only makes that fact more apparent. You get comfortable by leaning against the shared living room and kitchen wall, but it’s short lived. The man in front of you turns around and bursts both of y’alls bubbles of ignorant bliss. 

“Oh!” He’s holding a mug in each hand. “Good morning! Or I guess it’s technically the afternoon now.”

“Good morning to you too.” You follow him when he beckons you to join him at the kitchen table. “So…do I want to know how I ended up here?” 

Frankie watches as you sit down across from him at the table in his shirt. If he’s being honest it makes his cock twitch to see you like this. He is in awe at how beautiful you look after waking up. Sure, your hair is wilder and your mascara is smudged, but fuck if you aren’t a breath of fresh air. He finds himself getting irrationally jealous that his bed was the one that got to hold you while you slept. He wanted to wake up to that face in the morning. Every morning.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He slides a mug over to you and scratches the back of his head.

“If waking up in the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in and then being greeted by a cup of coffee is bad, then I don’t ever want to end up in a good looking situation again.” 

His shoulders relax when you say this, as if he was anxiously waiting to see how you would react to the situation. “Well, Pope and I tried to drop you off at your apartment, but you didn’t have your house keys in your tote. So, this was the next best option.”

“Oh my God! I knew it seemed lighter than usual when I left the gym! Damn, Benny for rushing me last night.” 

“Your bag is over on the entryway table if you want it. It’s got your phone.”

“No, I’m alright.” You say before sipping your drink. “I’m in good company.” 

He looks at you bashfully before indulging in his own cup of coffee. You take the cozy silence as an opportunity to look around his kitchen. It’s oddly reminiscent of yours. No art, no decorations. Save for a small basket of fruit on his counter. The only room that has given you a glimpse into his mind has been his room. 

“Did you,” He follows your eyes. “Did you want an orange? I can never get around to eating them in time and it would be a shame for them to go to waste.”

“How about we share one? I’ve never been very hungry when I first wake up, but I’ll make an exception.” 

He stands just enough to give himself the extra length to reach the fruit. You take it from him when he offers it and start peeling. When you finish, you split it in half and offer one side to him. 

“I told you that you enjoy taking care of people last night.” You eat one of your citrus slices. 

He tries to look nonchalant as he mirrors your actions. “Maybe there is some sense to all that star stuff you like. Tal vez eres una estrella.”

“And what makes you think I’m a star?” Your stomach feels like it's made of knots. 

“Well…you have this brightness about you.” You can see it in his eyes that he’s struggling with telling you what he's thinking. Not because he doesn’t want to say it, but because he doesn’t know how to. “I seem to see you most often after the sun has already gone down, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know that you’re there when the sun is still up. Sometimes, I get lucky enough to see you during the day.” 

You breathe in a shaky breath as he presses forward in his explanation. 

“I find myself getting sucked into your gravitational pull whenever I’m around you.” 

Both of you have unconsciously started to lean towards each other.

“And you’re…”

“I’m what, Frankie?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” It comes out shakier than you intend.

His eyes crinkle at the corners when he hears your reaction to his confession. “I’ve been in awe of you from the moment I met you and every moment after, mi estrella.” 

“My star.” You repeat what he just called you in spanish. You have to do something to distract from the intense feeling of bawling that suddenly consumes you. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He stands up and cups your face in his hands.

“Say you mean it.” You say looking at him.

His deep pools of chestnut trace your face as he stares back at you. “I mean it, mi estrella. Every syllable.”

You stand, his hands still in place, and kiss him. You finally kiss him. There is no way that you could have waited any longer. His lips mold with yours hungrily. As he opens his mouth to you, you can taste coffee and sweet oranges. You can’t help but moan into him when he slides his hands down your body to cup your ass and pull you tight against him. His teeth catch your bottom lip and pull on it gently. He groans when your own hands snake their way up his chest and wrap around his neck. You intertwine your fingers in his thick curls, grateful that you now have unbridled access to them without his cap.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” His chest heaves against your body and you can feel him hardening against your bare leg.

You open your mouth for him again and tilt your head so you can deepen the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth and you eagerly let him. The sounds he’s making while he palms your ass are sinful. You feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought of the sounds he will make while he fucks you. He scoops you off the ground and your legs wrap around his waist as he sets you down on the table. The cool wood sends a shiver through your body that makes him smile against your lips. 

“I don’t think I can make it to the bedroom.” He sounds like he's in pain. 

“That makes two of us.” You gasp as he starts to work his way down your neck.

Desperate to quell the growing ache in between your legs you grind your core against him and feel him shutter.

“You want this just as badly as I do, huh?” His breath is hot against your skin.

“I want it so bad.” You bring his face back up to yours and sloppily kiss him. “It’s all I can think about.”

His hand answers your prayers when he starts to rub circles on you through your underwear. He swallows your wanton cries with his mouth. You feel him laugh against you and you already know the cause of it.

“You’re so wet for me and I’ve barely laid a finger on you, cariño. How is that?”

He slides your underwear to the side and easily slides in a finger. You have to lay your head on his shoulder as he curves it up inside you and hits that sweet spot.

“I would have-” Your breath is stolen for a moment when one finger hastily becomes two. “I would have let you do this to me at the bar. Would have let you make me come with your fingers while everyone sat around us.” 

“Fuck.” He whines into your hair. “You’re so filthy. Not caring who’s around or who could see what I’m doing to this sweet pussy.” He removes his fingers from inside of you and you whimper at the loss. You watch, mystified, as he places them in his mouth and licks each one clean with greed. “Lay back for me. I need to taste the real thing.”

His eyes are glazed over with lust right now. The ache in between your legs is so painful and you are desperate for reprieve. You immediately do as he asks and lay your back down on the kitchen table. You take the liberty of lifting your shirt up and exposing your breasts to him. The way he is looking at you makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. His eyes wash over your body and you can’t help but squirm underneath his gaze. He leans down and takes one of them in his mouth while he forcefully cups the other. Your back arches when he catches your nipple between his teeth. Never one to neglect, he works his mouth to the other one before he trails his lips agonizingly slow down your body. He peppers kisses right above the start of your underwear and you can’t help but buck your hips up towards him. 

“Patience is a virtue.” He chides looking up at you through hooded lids.

“Please, Frankie.” You plead with him. You hope he can see how badly you're hurting. “Please, touch me. I can’t wait anymore.” 

He smiles to himself as he shifts his attention to what's right in front of him. His thumbs hook into the fabric and he slowly starts to pull them down.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

You both freeze and hold your breath to see if the sound was imagined. When its unholy ringing comes again, he rests his forehead on your stomach.

“I’m going to kill them. I’m legitimately going to fucking kill them.” His beard tickles your skin as he speaks. 

“Who-who is it?” You’re trying to catch your breath.

“The guys.” He doesn’t move his head from where he laid it to rest. “They are here to watch the basketball game.”

“Open up, Fish!” Benny yells as he raps on the door. “I know you’re in there, you bastard! Your truck is in the driveway!”

Frankie all but growls as he pulls your underwear back up and helps you sit up straight. If you didn’t know any better you’d think that Benny’s a dead man. You reluctantly hop off the table as Frankie tells them he will be there in a minute. 

“Why don’t I answer it?” You gesture down to his now very strained shorts. “You can change while I handle them.” 

“Oh fuck me.” He rolls his head back.

“That’s what I was trying to do! Now go, go!” 

You push him towards his room and start to head for the door. Two steps in and you feel a strong hand grab your arm and pull your body back. He captures you in a desperate kiss before he releases you. 

“This isn’t finished.” 

“Patience is a virtue, Frankie.” You wink.

He sends you to the door with a spank and heads into his room. You scurry to let everyone in as another round of banging starts.

“Hey guys! Long time no see.” 

They don’t look the least bit shocked to see you greeting them at the door. Pope must have filled them in about the events of last night on the way over. They all greet you with a tender kiss on the cheek and lug their various bags inside the house. You tell them that Frankie is just finishing changing and that he’ll be out shortly. 

“How’d you sleep last night, hermosa?” Pope sets four cases of beer on the kitchen table. The very sight of it causes heat to rise in your belly again.

“Oh umm good? I slept good!”

“Yeah I guess that would explain why your hair looks like it was caught up in a tornado and you have a crazed look in your eye.” Benny snickers. 

“Consequences of last night's actions at the bar.” You shrug leaning back on the sofa.

“There he is!” Will walks up to Frankie as he enters the room and pulls him in for a hug. 

When they break apart his eyes immediately fall on you which causes the rest of the men to follow suit. Suddenly, you’re very aware of how little clothing you have on. 

“Why don’t I put on some pants?” Your cheeks are burning under all the attention and with the knowledge of what almost happened.

“You don’t have too.” Benny offers casually as he lays takeout boxes down on the table. “It’s good practice for when you’re in the ring.” 

“Now I’m definitely going to put on pants.”

You hush the guys as they hoop and holler at you while you head to Frankie’s room in search of yesterday's jeans. If you didn’t know they meant it with love, those would have been the last sounds they uttered.

“She looks mighty relaxed here, Catfish.” Frankie is shocked that Will is the first one to address the elephant in the room. Usually he stays out of silly things like this, but you must be an exception. “Well, except for when Benny decided to poke the hornet's nest with that comment about her hair.” 

“Her hair? What about it?” He looks behind him where you disappeared. “And keep your voices down.”

“Be serious, man.” Pope cracks open a beer. “She looked so frustrated when we walked in. Like she’s a string that’s wound too tight and is this close to snapping.” He emphasizes his point by snapping his own fingers.

“I didn’t think she looked upset.” Benny sounds so confused.

“Not frustrated as in upset, you fuckin’ dolt.” Will looks at his brother with genuine annoyance.

Much to Frankie’s horror he watches in silence as understanding washes over Benny’s face when all the pieces click together in his head.

“Catfish, I’ve never known you to be a man that leaves a woman unsatisfied.” Benny remarks.

“Well that wouldn’t have happened if y���all had come just a little fucking later.” 

“That’s probably my fault.” Pope looks at him sheepishly. “I was anxious to see what unfolded after you dropped me off.” 

Frankie can’t help but chuckle at his friend's excitement. “Nothing ‘unfolded’ after I took you home, hand to God. She was dead to the world when I brought her inside and tucked her in. She didn’t even wake up until 30 minutes before y’all arrived.” 

“Now swear something wasn’t happening while she was awake.” Pope smiles knowing damn well he has Frankie cornered.

“I uhh-”

“Okay I’m presentable looking now.” You walk into the room and immediately notice Will, Santi, and Benny fighting back laughter while Frankie flounders in front of them. “What the fuck have y’all done now?” 

“Just some good ol’ fashion teasin’, hon.” Will waves you over. “You’re going to stay and watch the game with us, right?” 

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” You start.

“You’re not!” Frankie is quick to say.

“Yeah! We want you to hang with us!” Benny voices enthusiastically.

“All these beers aren’t going to drink themselves.” Pope waves his hand dramatically over the booze. “Plus, your car is still at the gym. It looks like you’re stuck with us.” 

“You got me there. I guess it’s only fair that I listen to y’all talk about basketball since y’all listened to me talk about the stars.” 

“Atta girl!” Will pulls you into a side hug while the rest of the boys cheer, Frankie included. 

***

You watch happily on the couch as the men around you take turns yelling at the television and then at each other. Thankfully, you knew how basketball worked so you were more than capable of keeping up with what was going on. You and Frankie sit right next to each other on the couch the entire time. Throughout the game they would all jump up and cheer when their team made a basket, but the second you sat with your legs crossed and had your knee touching Frankie, he happily realized he could better encourage the players from a sitting position. After the game ends and all the food is eaten, you get questioned about how you usually spend your Sundays off.

“It used to be similar to this. When I was living with Robbie back home,” You laugh when you notice the raised eyebrows from Will, Frankie, Pope.

“Robbie is a girl. Calm down y’all.” Benny explains.

“Anyway, when I was living with Robbie back home, we would pile into one of our beds with wine and snacks to watch shitty reality TV. We definitely had our fair share of times yelling choice words at the screen and contestants.” 

You’re met with immediate disbelief that reality TV could invoke those kinds of emotions. Instead of verbally pleading your case, you take the remove from Frankie and use it to open up Hulu. You find your favorite show and your favorite season and hit play. 

“After a single episode y’all will be eating your words.” 

When it ends Will is too angry to speak, Frankie is asking you ‘why that dude with the buzzed hair choose the girl in the yellow bikini over the girl in the pink bikini?”, Benny is fully convinced he would dominate at the show, and Pope is begging to watch the next episode. Completely surprised they all loved it, you play the next episode and snuggle deeper into the cushions. You rest your arm on the back of the couch and play with the ends of Frankie’s curls. Electricity shoots through you each time you feel his body tremble under your soft touch. You all only realize how late it's gotten by the time the season is halfway over. 

“Shit, I gotta be up early tomorrow to talk to some vets at the VA.” Will says as he stands. 

Pope and Benny follow his lead and stretch as they do it. You pat on Frankie’s leg and get up as well. Picking up the trash that has collected on the coffee table, you take it to the kitchen to dispose of it. It doesn’t take Will long to expertly gather up both his things and the men he brought with him. You and Frankie walk them out and send them off with sweet goodbyes and promises of doing this again soon. 

“See you at work tomorrow!” Benny calls back to you from the driveway.

As soon as you close the door, you can feel the energy shift in the room. 

“I thought they would never leave.” His voice is gravelly. 

When you look up at Frankie, he’s already staring down at you with the same look he had in his eyes earlier this afternoon. 

“I could barely hold it together with you teasing me like that. Did you enjoy it? Feeling me suffer under your fingers?”

He’s already got his hands on your hips and is pulling you flush against his body. You let out a low whimper as his mouth finds its home on yours. Your smile against him is answer enough to his question and he nips at your bottom lip in response. 

“Now it’s my turn to make you suffer. To drag it out until you’re begging me to stop.” 

He lifts you off the ground and you find yourself in an all too familiar position with your legs around his waist. You can feel him start to walk somewhere, but you can’t be bothered to look as you suck sweet red marks under his jaw line. Hearing him moan loudly only adds fuel to your fire that was never properly put out earlier. Each time he takes a step, the buckle of his belt rubs against your throbbing clit. You wriggle your body against his as best you can to generate as much friction as possible. When the light behind your eyelids fades, you know exactly where he has taken you. You feel him come to a stop and detach your lips from his neck and admire your work. Those rosy marks will definitely be there in the morning. 

“Hi.” You whisper as you turn your attention to his face. 

“Hi.” He says in the same hushed tone. “I’m going to give you an out. I should have done this this afternoon, but I-I got so caught up in you that I couldn’t think properly. If you don’t want to do this, tell me right now and we can pretend like it never happened. No hard feelings. I just don’t want you to do something you regret tomorrow.”

“Frankie,” You reach up for his hat and throw it to the floor so you can run your hands through his hair. His eyes flutter as you touch him ever so tenderly. “I don’t want an out. I want you.” 

His eyes water ever so slightly at your words. Like it was the first time he had ever been truly craved by another person in his life. It makes your heart crack at the thought. You lean in and capture his lips. They are so pliant against yours. It feels like they were made for you and you alone.

“Do you want me?”

“More than anything.”

“Then show me.”

He tosses you down on the bed and the plush comforter cradles your body. In an instant each of you are ripping off shirts and haphazardly unbuttoning pants. You look up at him, only in your underwear, and take all of him in. His strong arms, broad shoulders, a stomach that you can’t wait to feel rub against you. The lower your eyes go on his body, the harder he gets under his boxers. You squeal when he wraps his hands around your ankles and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. He never breaks eye contact as he kneels down in front of you. He starts slowly at first, kissing you through the fabric barrier. Adorning your thighs with his tongue and soft nips from his teeth. Your quiet moans fill his ears as he finally removes your last stitch of clothing. He chokes at the sight of your weeping cunt before him. You spread your legs wider, beckoning him to take a taste. 

Your cries bounce off the bedroom walls as he buries his face in between your thighs. His tongue works in ways that you never thought possible. You ball up the sheets beside you in your fists as he laps at you relentlessly. Breath stolen with each wicked sound that pours out of his throat. His hand removes itself from your thigh and climbs its way up your writhing body. In an effort to remain tethered to the earth you grab on tighter to him than you thought possible. 

“Fuck, Frankie,” You’re drunk off of him. “You feel so good.”

“And you taste even better.” 

He takes your clit in his mouth and your back arches as two thick fingers glide inside you. If this is his idea of suffering, you wouldn’t mind spending eternity in hell. Your legs start to tremble, but he is unwavering. Drinking you up like you were the first sip of water he has had in years.

“Come for me, mi estrella.”

He holds your hand through your climax. The two of you moaning in unison as you drench him. He doesn’t detach his mouth from you until your body has ceased its shaking. Only when you're struggling to catch your breath, splayed out on the bed, does he retrace his path back up your body with his lips. His beard is glistening with your slick as he lowers himself to kiss you. The taste of you is prominent on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. You wrap your arms around him and pull the rest of his weight on top of you. You can hear him growl in your ear when you start to move your hips underneath him. 

“Take them off.” You mewl. “I want to feel you. All of you.” 

He pushes off the bed frantically and sheds the last of his clothing. God, he was much bigger than you originally thought. You move your body upwards on the bed so you can lay on a pillow. You watch, mouth watering, as he starts to crawl his way back towards you. He licks his palm and uses it to stoke himself. The profane performance in front of you causes your mind to go blank. He lowers himself in between your legs again and you can feel his tip at your entrance. You can only mutter incomprehensible words as he sinks himself deep inside you. You wrap your arms back around him to keep yourself steady as you feel your walls stretch around his length.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, cariño.” His face is inches from yours. “I’ve got to move, okay?” 

You answer him by bringing your lips up to kiss him. Your whimpers are muffled by his mouth as he sets his pace. Each stroke is more detrimental than the previous one. Your nails bitting into his back only serves to motivate him as he continues. 

“You’re so big. I can feel you everywhere. Frankie.” 

He sits up just enough to allow himself room to rub your clit. His face fluctuates between concentration and bliss. 

“Are you going to come for me again? Come for me all over my cock?” His fingers rub tight circles and you can feel yourself quickly approaching.

You nod in response to him.

“I can’t hear you. Use your words.” He demands.

“Yes,” you pant. “I’m going to come for you. Only for you.” 

Frankie is trying to keep himself from finishing before you do. He wants to make sure you at least finish twice before he even considers it. He brings the hand he was using on you up to his mouth and spits on it before connecting it to you again. The sounds that are coming from you are making it increasingly difficult to stay focused on his task. He looks down at you while he continues to pound into you and work at your clit. Your body gleams with sweat, your chest is heaving, your lips are swollen from him kissing them, and your eyes…your eyes are on him. He falters for a split second under your gaze. No other woman has ever made him nervous in bed the way you have. Never has he worried that he was doing too little or too much. But with you, he wanted everything to be perfect.

Frankie adjusts your hips so he can hit that sweet spot. He knows he found it when your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack. He doesn’t change a thing about what he is doing. 

“I’m gonna come,” You sob.

You clench down tightly around him as you’re thrust into your second orgasm of the night. It only takes three or four more pumps until he too is consumed by his own pleasure. You feel him spurt hot ropes inside you and sink deeper into the bed. When he’s done, you feel a slight sting as he pulls out. He crawls beside you in the bed and ghosts his lips over yours.

“I’m going to get a towel to clean you up, alright? Are you going to be good here by yourself for a sec?”

“I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to.”

He smiles down at you and kisses you quickly before disappearing into the bathroom. You rest your eyes while the faucet runs faintly in the background. He’s quiet when pads into the bedroom, but you feel the bed creak beside you under his weight. The towel is damp and warm against you. You sigh contentedly as he takes his time in cleaning you up as if he is sad to see the evidence of him being washed clean from your skin. When he finishes, he sets the towel down on a nightstand and pulls the covers over both of you. His arms pull your tired body against his and envelop you in his warmth. 

“That was worth the wait.” You laugh.

“I would definitely say so, but hopefully we won’t have to wait so long for the next time.”

“No, I don’t think we will.”

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[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

everybody plays the fool

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

request: not requested, just based on personal experience & struggles rn lol

warnings: fluff, angst, loving someone else who is in a relationship, hurt, unrequited love? kinda?

note: recently experienced this with someone very important to me so super slay! some of these quotes are exactly what he said, which is kinda funny to use them in a fic. anyway, enjoy your early christmas present since i havent posted in 9 months!!!

remus lupin was not a bad person by any means, no, but at the present moment, you wish he was so you had some kind of 'backup' for your hurt.

you and remus had been close for a number of years, your relationship flourishing once you joined the order. he was very protective and observant of you, ready to jump into action if you needed his help - but he was not overwhelming. he respected you, that much was clear, and if you needed him to care for you, he'd be there in a heartbeat.

his standing with romantic relationships was something that you were not always 100% clear on, and you never pushed him to clarify or share that part of his life with you. but members of the order had told you of past partners, and to your knowledge, he was single - and life was good. you felt comfortable being a bit more flirty with him and hanging around him more often than usual. remus never seemed to mind and was glad to have you around, and your heart fluttered like a golden snitch.

well, up until you found out he had a girlfriend.

when word had spread, you backed off immediately. flirting with him, making suggestive comments, and of the sorts was no longer your place, and while it stung, you respected it. ruining a relationship was not on your bucket list. but really, you shouldn't have worried too much about yourself.

remus had been showing you around grimmauld place, as sirius typically had old photos of their younger selves, and when you had discovered a bunch of old polaroids of the marauders, remus was quick to delve into his past at hogwarts. you ran your thumb over the photos, fondly looking at the group of boys.

you glanced up at remus, "i have to say, rem, this photo looks nothing like you," a soft laugh escaping your lips.

remus chuckled, "that was when i was young, y/n, full of hopes and dreams, handsome. you missed my prime."

you laughed along with him, but you sensed part of words held a bit of truth behind them, "i feel robbed of not being around during your prime, with the way you describe it."

remus shrugged, a sigh escaping him, "yes, well, that was when i used to be somewhat attractive and before all of this madness."

the words slipped before you could stop, "in a non-weird, platonic way, you're still attractive so don't let time control your happiness and contentment with your life, remus."

he blushed from your words, smiling lightly, "in a non-weird, platonic way, i kind of like that you said that."

you looked at one another, your lips mindlessly swiping over your lips. remus cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that-"

you shook your head, "no, i overstepped - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable..."

it was now remus's turn to shake his head, a soft smile on his face, "we both apologized, so i think we're even, darling. I'll see you at dinner."

after that first encounter, you decided to put some distance between you and lupin; you had figured it was the best option in avoiding any kind of awkward tension. and, for the most part, it worked. there were a few instances where you had to interact, but it was for the order and while things weren't necessarily awkward, it settled your mind.

soon enough, christmas had rolled around and yourself, along with the rest of the order and the kids, had decided to spend the holidays at grimmauld place. the house was bustling with such positive, happy energy and it was exactly what you needed.

remus and yourself were currently outside on the steps, sitting down as you people-watched. it was quite calming, had you not been a bit anxious considering it was your first time being alone with him in a while.

"so," remus started, "how have you been? i feel like we have not seen each other in a while."

you turned to him, smiling lightly, "good! currently doing a lot of raids for the ministry and sometimes that includes sleeping outside and just waiting. not ideal, but it's...life."

remus raised his eyebrows, "that's hell! you deserve better than that - do you have anywhere to sleep, like a tent?"

you shrugged, "sometimes we can conjure one, other times we decide to wait it out."

playing with his fingers, remus blew out a breath, "i'd say i would join you, but considering we spend enough time together here as it is, I'm not sure that it would be as fun."

you shook your head, "you said it yourself, we haven't seen each other in a while - it would be a blast having you there, if it weren't for the ministry." remus smiled at your reply.

soon enough, remus and you fell into a routine whenever you both were at grimmauld place: talking a stroll outside, sharing stories about your childhoods and memories that held importance, before heading back inside for the night.

you were incredibly thankful for grimmauld place. it had become a home, somewhere to rely on if you just needed some bustling of life, socialization, or love. tonight, an important quidditch playoff was on, and soon enough, the adults were becoming tipsy due to muggle alcohol.

you wouldn't have taken any action if remus's girlfriend was around, but she wasn't, so you took this opportunity to help the lycanthrope upstairs and into bed.

"remus lupin, you party animal," you chuckled, helping him discard of his shoes and vest. his face was a bit flushed as he laughed, "y/n, i-i don't want to-to be, but if i must."

with a snort, you shook off remus's vest, "even when drunk, you're still able to form coherent, intelligent sentences. here," you paused, placing some muggle ibuprofen and water on his bedside table, "take care of yourself for tomorrow morning."

remus gave a slightly-drunken smile, "thanks for taking care of me."

you folded up his vest, placing it on a chair in his bedroom, "of course, anything for the best guy around."

he groaned, "you don't have-have to say that, it's not true."

in your head, you sighed, 'oh merlin, please do not a self-pity drunk, remus.'

you sat down next to him on the bed, "rem, I'm not sure where that thought came from, but you are an amazing guy - you're the best. none of this negative self-talk, okay?"

remus laid back, eyes glossing over, "i'm sorry if i don't live up to that all the time, if i changed your perception of me."

you leaned over, grasping his hand, "remus, life isn't about keeping score or living up to expectations. it's about loving the way that you are living and as long as you are happy, that is the most important thing. be kinder to yourself, rem."

remus sighed, holding onto your hand a bit tighter, "ah, I'm just rambling...but y/n, i appreciate you, genuinely. i love you."

pang.

you gave a saddened smile, but hid it well enough that he didn't ask questions, "i love you too, remus."

remus then began giggling to himself, hiding his face between his hands. you laughed as well, unsure as to why, but he had brightened your gloomy feelings immediately. with a squeeze of his hand, you questioned remus, "what's got you so giggly, lupin?"

he laughed softly once more, "just-just thinking about the time i slept at the top of the astronomy tower."

your eyebrows raised high with surprise, "excuse me? when was this, and can we do it at some point?"

remus nodded his head excitedly, "of course, darling. it-it was a few years ago, yes, but quite fun! but, i should warn you - it gets veryyyy chilly up there." his eyes went wide, as though remembering the cold, and shivered. you tightened the blanket around him.

with a smile, you continued, "no worries, we'll bring our fair share of pillows and blankets, don't worry, rem."

remus looked over at you, his drunkenness slowly leaving his body, "can we share, y/n?"

as if you'd say no.

"of course, remus, whatever you'd like."

"hmm, no pillow wall."

you raised an eyebrow, "pillow wall? for what, rem?"

he hummed, "to separate us, but we don't need one...i like it when you call me that, rem."

your face flushed red, but hope he didn't notice as he continued, "i tend to get hot in the middle of the night."

'don't agitate the conversation, don't encourage it.'

"well, rem, unfortunately i'm the exact opposite and i get cold in the middle of the night."

remus softly chuckled, playing with your fingers, "oh, so you may need help to warm up? you know, you could always get warmer...there are certainly some ways."

shit.

you sighed, a sad smile on your face as you brushed remus's hair back, "get some sleep before you say something you might regret. goodnight, rem." and with that, you left the room in a hurry.

you cried that night, upset and angry at yourself for playing into his drunken flirting and suggestive tones. he clearly didn't know what he was saying, but you did, and took advantage of that. ugh, you hated how that made you feel. he had a girlfriend who he loved (you assume), and what you said and suggested...oh god, how were you two going to be friends?

remus awoke the next morning, aware of what he had said. if he was being honest, he knew what he said to you as he wasn't really that drunk. and he knew once you were aware of that fact, you'd be even more upset at him. getting out of bed, remus was met with the smell of tea, which wafted through the house until he saw you outside on the steps, knee bouncing nervously.

the lycanthrope met you outside and without looking behind you, you knew who it was. remus sat down beside you, tonks on his mind as he tried to formulate what he was going to say. nymphadora was his priority, his girlfriend, his love. but why did he do this to her, to you?

"how're you feeling this morning? any hangover symptoms?" you questioned, just trying to move past the awkwardness.

remus shrugged, "i feel fine, believe it or not. how are you?"

you bit your lip, "okay. didn't get much sleep, wasn't able to shut my brain off." or your tears.

remus glanced at you; you looked exhausted and with the fresh-looking bags under your eyes, he knew you cried. and with that knowledge, his heart panged.

you took in a shaky breath before whispering, "are we okay after last night? i-i couldn't sleep because of it."

remus sighed, nodding his head, "i couldn't either, darling."

you cringed, and he noticed.

remus continued, "it's not on you, y/n, it's on me, and i'm sorry. it was a shitty thing of me to do."

you looked down, your fingernails becoming the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm sorry, too. i shouldn't have continued the conversation. it's not all on you, rem."

remus looked towards you but your head remained down, "y/n...i-i think we both went with it but it got real at some point but i did that." he paused before continuing, "let me take responsibility."

you furrowed your eyebrows, meeting his eyes once you looked up, "remus, you were drunk, i fed into your drunken conversation-"

he interrupted you, "if we're being honest, i wasn't that drunk. let me be better, y/n, please."

your heart ached as it shattered into pieces, trying to mend itself back together. he wasn't that drunk when he said those things to you last night? you became increasingly confused, upset, angry, heartbroken. this man had worked his way into your heart, becoming not only a true friend, but someone you loved. and when a flirty conversation began taking a turn, he knew exactly what he was doing, saying.

but you couldn't have him, and the way this conversation is headed, you would never.

"i just want us to be okay," you whispered the half-truth, wishing you could say what you truly wanted from him. that you wanted him.

remus grasped your hand before letting go as he felt you tense, "you are not in the wrong at all, y/n. we are more than okay."

with a nod, you bit your lip once more, "just-just let me know if i overstep, okay?"

the lycanthrope looked over your face before turning towards the street, "i wanted you to overstep last night, y/n, so take that worry and throw it away. i truly wasn't that drunk, and what i said - what i did - was unfair and selfish, and i won't do it again."

you wanted to sob. he wanted you to overstep, to break his resolve concerning you and his current relationship. remus lupin may not have been entirely sober but he was aware of what he wanted, and he doesn't deny it. this was his way of moving on, of validating your feelings and hoping it wouldn't affect anything. he'd get past it, he had to. he loved nymphadora.

but you loved him. remus lupin gave you thousands of butterflies in your stomach to the point where it made you nauseous. you showed up to grimmauld place more often than you liked just for the off-chance of seeing remus. your autonomic body functions shut down and your palms became increasingly sweaty at the thought of him. you were enamored with remus lupin, but he was enamored with someone else who he didn't see as often as you.

you were the fool in the game of love. you were there as a convenience.

you wanted to tell him that you loved him, that thinking of him made you nauseous - but in a romantic way. you want to know what it is like to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to say "i love you" in a romantic sense.

before you realized it, tears began running down your cheeks. remus turned you towards him, wiping your tears. you felt as though you were going to be sick.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he whispered, remorse and guilt heavy in his tone. he knew what you were feeling.

you shook your head, making remus move his hands as you wipied your tears, "ugh, no, emotions are just dumb."

remus sighed with a nod, "that they are, and they get us into trouble."

your mind was racing.

he continued, "but having and expressing them is the most important thing any of us can do. whether we are overstepping or not." more tears began to flow as remus finished, "that's why everyone loves you so much; emotions are your superpower. i love working alongside you, and knowing you, y/n. truly."

with a tear-ridden face, you turned to remus and gave him a sad smile, "thank you, remus." with a pause, wondering if you should say anything else, you continued, "I'll see you inside."

before he could say anything else, you went inside and up to your bedroom, the covers becoming your comfort and safe place for your tears.

you were utterly in love with remus lupin, but he was utterly in love with nymphadora tonks. and while you guessed that remus knew your feelings towards him, he had an obligation to her, history with her, and you'd never compare. you wanted to overstep, but doing so would be wrong. you knew that time would pass, that you'd get over remus lupin eventually, but at the moment, he owned your heart while he loved someone else.

you assumed, that everybody plays the fool at some point in the game of love.

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[kaimxri]

Missed

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader (She/her)

Warnings: Blood, sad ending, pregnancy.. probably very ooc ghost... i havent played cod in awhile pls Summary: Simon is not as observant as he says he is.

A/N: First fic in a while, go easy on me aha! Word Count: 3.3K

Ghost never thought he’d find love. True love. Not like the type of ‘love’ shared between his parents, shaped by fear. He thought he didn’t deserve it. Giving his life to the army, he always accepted that he would work there until he dies. He was fine with this. Fine with coming back to an empty house, fine with having no one to talk to, fine with not having someone who loves him as much as he loves them. He was fine the way things were. Until he met her.

Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. And she is Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s whole world. His heart beats for her. His house is full of her. His mind is swimming with thoughts of her. They’re partners, both in life and work. Working together proving effective for their captain, despite their out of work relationship. They constantly push the other to the limit and help each other calm down on the other side. Competition is a regular occurrence between the long-time couple. Bets on who can clear the building first, who gets to the safehouse first, most takedowns etc.  ‘Healthy rivalry’ as they like to say, but the team knows that it’s just an excuse to get sexual favours from the other half. That didn’t change throughout their relationship, constantly keeping up the fun, suggestive competition. A new bet is put in place, ready for the mission they have just been assigned. A quick, easy mission. Clear a 5-story building, get to the safehouse, get back to base. The bet? Who can clear the building and get back to the safehouse first. The reward? You don’t want to know… “Y/L/N, Status update?” “All clear on the 2nd floor, heading to the rendezvous point now. Try to catch up old man.” A chuckle crackles through the comms. “Good to hear. I’ll be waiting for you.” “Don’t tell me you’re already there.” Ghost lets out a laugh. Her deadpan tone showing her disappointment at losing yet another bet. She had lost the last three bets, although she had yet to tell Simon why she had been slowing down… “You lost the bet sweetheart. You gotta pay up.” “Can’t exactly give you your reward over the comms, can I Riley?” “Not what I had in mind, there’s a dusty old queen-sized bed with our names on it right next to me.” “Classy, Ghost, classy. Ever heard of wining and dining? I am a lady, Simon. I need to be wooed.” “You’re the farthest thing from classy Y/N,” He cannot hold in his laughs whilst he speaks, “Just last week you couldn’t keep your hands off of me in the- “ “Finish that sentence, Simon. I dare you.” Despite the threat in her words, no true malice is intended. The thought of her partner waiting for her in a cosy shack spurs her on. Unlike Ghost, she always knew she would end up falling in love with someone. Getting married, having children, falling in love? That was always going to be her future. She was always a hopeless romantic. Her life changed when she saw Ghost for the first time. The mystery, his aura… she was whipped. He was always so dark and cold towards her. She had to chip away at his walls, bit by bit. The soft core was worth the effort. He was everything she dreamed. Funny, protective, loving. Her family love him, approve of their relationship. Everything was perfect, about to be even better. “Alright, alright… I yield,” He gives in to her teasing, “How far away are you now? It’s cold in this house.” “I think you’ll find that is your heart my love,” Ghost laughs sarcastically at her dig, “and I wouldn’t exactly call a shack with one room a house. I’d say it’s more of a- “ Silence. The comms goes silent. Simon felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Y/L/N? Y/N? What’s happening? Answer me, Y/N.” “Ghost,” The comms crackle, the sound of gunshots ricocheting in the background, “ambush… I’m down.” He was already running out of the door, following the tug of his heart. She can’t be too far away. “I’m coming, just hold on sweet girl. You hear me? I’m on my way, you just need to hold on for me.”  He couldn’t hear any gunshots, but the feeling of death floats through the air. Remaining in the treeline, his eyes follow along the impromptu battleground. Praying to anyone who will listen that Y/N will just stroll up to him any moment now, a sarcastic joke about the guys aim. His hope is broken when his eyes catch on the body of his love, lying out in the open. Blood pouring from her abdomen. His thoughts stop as he sprints up to her body, fingers reaching towards her pulse. Thanking the world for her still thumping pulse. “Y/N? It’s alright, you’re alright. Just got to keep breathing and keep your eyes on me. You can do that. I know you can do that.” His shaky hands reach for the comms strapped to his shoulder. “Evac needed; Y/L/N is down,” He takes a second to steel himself, “I repeat, Y/L/N is down.” His attention is stolen by the woman on the floor, reaching a bloodied hand up to his cheek, calling for his attention with a weak smile on her face. “Simon…” She sounds so weak already. Ghost takes hold of her hand and brings their intertwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of her hand, trying to send comfort down to her. “I know, I know. You’re okay. Let’s move you somewhere warm, we’ll be out of here soon.” Panic is starting to creep into his mind, clouding his thoughts. He reaches up for his comms again, ready to give anything to ensure her safety. “Can someone respond?! Evac needed! Y/L/N is down.” His voice leaves chills. He’s desperate. His demeanour breaks as he makes eye contact with his love, “Please…” he begs. Simon Riley has never begged for anything in his life. But he’s never had something to beg for before. “Please help her, she’s lost so much blood already.” “We hear you, Ghost. It’s going to be a while. There was a second ambush on the other side of the compound, multiple casualties. It will be about two hours until we can get to you.” “Please, please. Help us. Send someone, anyone. I’ll do anything-“ “I’m sorry Ghost. There’s nothing I can do. It will be two hours.” “Hey, sweetheart? You hear that? Just gotta hold on for two hours. You can do that; you can do anything. Let’s go to the safehouse, yeah?” “Shack,” She starts. He leans down and picks her up. One arm under her knees, one hand under her back. Her scream of pain rips through his body, sending phantom pain through his mind. He tries to hold back his tears and calm his racing heart. He didn’t want to cause her anymore panic. She takes a deep breath, “Safe shack.” “Wait ‘til you see it, then you can tell me if it’s a shack or not. You gotta keep those eyes open though. We’re nearly there.” It takes about ten minutes to traverse back through the woods to the safehouse. The small wooden hut lightens some of the fear in his heart, knowing that he could stabilise her here. “It’s still a s-shack.” She whispers, not wanting to use her energy on speaking. “Okay, it’s a shack. You’re right.” She’s not. But now is not the time for joke arguments. The door is pushed open by his foot. Crossing the small space, he places her down onto the old bed. Thankfully, there is a fully stocked medical cabinet in the bathroom. Ghost retrieves the necessary supplies and gets to work stopping the bleeding. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N’s eyes followed him as he ran around the room, collecting bandages, hot water and stitching supplies. He still has his mask on, ironically masking his own emotions. His eyes still gave him away, Y/N can read him like a book. Fear was the most present emotion. As he knelt next to her bedside and began to work, Y/N whispered to him. “Tell me something.” “Like what?” “A story. Make something up.” “I’m not really a fairy tale type of guy, sweetheart.” Simon huffs out a laugh. “Could’ve fooled me. Just anything, please.” Ghost thought for a second, before a memory shot to the front of his mind. “How about the time Soap screwed a mission because he fell down the stairs?” Y/N smiles brightly and nods her head at him, urging him to continue with the story. “Yeah? Okay.” Simon shifts his body, so he has a better view of her wound. The sight of it stealing his breath, fogging his eyes. He couldn’t let his mind lose focus, he had to get the wound shut. Steeling his voice, he begins his story. “It was our second mission together, and I still didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. But he was good at his job. We split up in this old office building. We started on the 70th floor, I went right and Soap went left. He was a bit quiet on the comms, only gave updates after a floor was cleared. Peaceful, much nicer than it is now.” “You love Soap.” Y/N interjects, knowing the bromance they shared rivalled that of their own romance. “Love is a strong word, Y/N/N,” He deadpans, “So, we worked our way down this building all the way down to the 1st floor. Most of the targets were on the ground floor and our plan was to meet on the first-floor balcony to ambush in sync. I get there first as I work a lot faster, as we established today.” He leaves a brief pause for the couple to share a laugh, although Y/N’s was a bit more sarcastic. “I’m waiting there for Soap to give the signal that he finally cleared the floor above and was on his way. The comms clicks on, and then thud, thud, thud, crash. He fell all the way from the top of the stairs, right to the railings of the balcony. The target and his inner circle were having a meeting just below the balcony and they heard everything. I’ll never forget the looks on their faces when they saw us on the balcony, and I’ll never forget the look on Soap’s face when he had to explain to the captain how exactly our cover was blown. Absolutely priceless…” By the time he had ended the retelling of his humorous memory, he had managed to finish stitching up the wound on her abdomen. It was not neat by any means, but it would keep it shut and keep her alive. He takes his eyes off of her wound to look at her face, her eyes were shut. Panic rises in his chest again, shooting forward to hold her face in his hands and shaking her head slightly. “Hey, open your eyes baby,” Y/N’s eyes crack open slightly, and turn to stare intently into his own. “There you are. Let me get the fire started. Then we can relax for a while.” The flames in the fireplace crate dancing shadows across the room, gliding over the couple holding each other close on a small bed, talking about whatever came to their mind. “There’s no way you want to have a cockapoo when you r-retire.” Y/N’s voice is still weak, Ghost notes, but at least she’s talking. “Why not? Or a German Shepherd.” “See that makes more sense.” “What about you? What do you want to do when we retire?” Y/Ns breath stills for a second, thinking about the secret she’s been keeping for a while. “I… I want to get a dog… and some cats.” “Cats? Never struck me as a cat person.” “Oh yeah, big cat person…” She thinks for a second before rushing out a, “What about kids?” “What about them?” “Do you want any?” Worry gnaws away at her chest. “Got to get married first, Y/N/N.” Y/N inhales a shaky breath and looks Ghost in the eyes. “Well, we don’t have to…” “You don’t want to marry me? I’m wounded sweet girl, wounded!” Well, it’s now or never she thinks to herself. The huge secret that she’s kept to herself for a few weeks now is going to be out there, and Simon will finally know. She doesn’t know whether to be excited, worried or scared. “Of course I want to marry you, you big softie. But… we don’t have to wait until after we’re married…” “What do you mean by that? Y/N/N? What’s going on?” Her hands move to rest over her barely there bump, and as she looks back up at her Si, she can almost hear the cogs in his brain putting the pieces together. “What… since when? How?” “I think you know how. You were there… I hope. I found out a few weeks ago.” Simon gets a bit angry at this. You got hurt, badly. You weren’t even stabilised and here you were telling him you are pregnant and have known for a few weeks now. All of this would have been avoided if you would have just told him when you found out. “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have let you come on any of these last few missions. I would’ve spoken to the captain, got someone else to come instead.” “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted to do my last few missions with you.” “Y/N you should’ve- Wait, last few missions?” “I’m retiring. This is my last mission.” She turns her head to watch him as he paces through the room, but a bolt of pain stops her in her place. Her pained gasp is loud enough to stop Simon in pace, spinning on his heels to hold her hand in his. He checks her stitches and sees they’re still intact. “It hurts, Si.” “I know, I know it does. I’ll see how much longer we have to wait. Stay here baby.” “How long until evac is coming? It’s getting worse… Please, I can’t lose her. She... She’s pregnant.” He pleads into the comms, leaning against the side of the hou- shack. His head cradled in his hands, trying not to break down. “It will be about 30 more minutes. I’m sorry, Ghost. There’s nothing more I can do. Just hold tight.” With a grunt of frustration, he kicks off of the wall and heads back into the shack. Her eyes are closed again when he gets back into the shack, so he rushes over to her and shakes her gently again. “Hey, hey. Talk to me Y/N/N. Tell me about our future, about our kid.” Her eyes open a slither and fall to lock in place with his. She thinks for a second, “H-how many do you want, Si?” she whispers. “As many as you want. We can raise our own little army if you want.” “An army of little Riley’s?” She smiles as brightly as she can, tears lining her waterline, “I like the sound of that. What about pets?” “A dog and two cats,” He shuffles closer to her on his knees, holding her hand tight in his, “What house are we going to have sweet girl?” “A small one. J-just enough space for our family. Maybe a cabin… Like that safehouse we stayed in a couple of months back.” “The one near the lake? We can do that. Just gotta hold on. Now long now.” “Si,” She gasps, “it hurts to t-talk.” “That’s okay, save your energy. I’ve got you... Here, I’ve got another story for you. The first time I saw you, it was the most important day of my life. Still have to thank Price for recruiting you. Never thought I’d fall in love ‘til I saw you. You called me Ghosty. I pretended to hate it, but I loved the name. Still do. Though you only call me it behind closed doors now.” He sends a wink her way, she barely smiles back, “You were so chatty, Soap was instantly drawn to you. Both of you such chatter boxes. Even though I didn’t partake in the conversation, I never clocked out of it. I hung onto your every word. You couldn’t stop laughing and smiling, but then Price came in and your whole demeanour changed. The happy chatty woman turned into a stone-cold soldier. It was quite attractive. Price paired you with me for your first mission with the team. He thought I’d have no remorse in taking you down if you turned out to be a traitor. He was definitely wrong about that.” He takes a glance at her tranquil face, her eyes still watching him, a faint smile painted on her lips. His eyes trail down her body to see her chest faintly rising. You were still holding on. “You were- are, an amazing soldier. A task is given, and you execute it precisely. No questions asked. Soap started to get jealous with the number of times I chose to be paired with you over him. He soon put the pieces together. Figured out my crush. Wanted to become my wingman, but I didn’t let him. I thought I didn’t deserve anything good like love in my life. I still don’t. Then came that mission. We were stuck in the safehouse for a week. Being trapped with you for so long forced my feelings to the surface. You kissed me in front of the fireplace, through the mask though. ‘You liked me’, I thought, ‘you actually liked me’. I took the mask off for you later that night when we slept together for the first time. When you fell asleep on me, I fell even harder for you. I realised I was in trouble… realised you were it for me. I was going to marry you, have kids with you, get a house, retire and grow old with you. We’re still going to do that, sweetheart. We are going to have that life, together. You’ve just got to hold on for me.” He squeezes her hand tighter than he ever had before. He goes to speak again but is interrupted by the crackle of the comms. “Ghost, evac are on their way. Should be there in five minutes. Signal your location.” “You hear that? They’re coming, you’re going to hold on for me, yeah?” “Y-yes. I’ll stay with you. I love you Si. So much.” “I love you too. I’ll be right back, I just have to signal the helicopter.” Simon releases her hand and rushes back outside, throwing a flare out onto the ground. The hum of helicopter blades has him beaming with hope, he rushes back into the shack to grab Y/N and bring her outside. “I see them, let’s get you outside. Y/N?” No response. Her eyes are glassy. Still. “Y/N?” Ghost’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “Y/N?!” He rushes to her side, skidding onto his knees. The chipped floorboards tear at his knees, but he pays no mind to the stinging. His shaking hand reaches out for her own, still hand. “Baby? Open your eyes for me sweetheart, come on. Open your eyes. It’s okay, we’re going to be okay. We’re going to retire, yeah? Raise our baby. Get that house and the pets. Going to grow old together.” No longer having the strength to hold back, the dam breaks. His sobs rack through his body, screams claw the back of his throat. “Please,” He begs, “Please don’t leave me like this,” His hand lifts to rest over the barely visible bump, “Please.” Simon lifts her limp body into his lap, skin already cold to the touch. It’s only as the door to the shack bangs open that he sees it. The pool of blood staining the bed. Tilting his head slightly, he sees what he missed. A secondary bullet wound, right below her shoulder blade.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #cod x reader #angst #sad ending #drabble

[sweet-villain]

It's Been Awhile~ Joseph Quinn

Requested? Yes

Author's Note : I had to use this picture because my god when I saw it, I giggled to the max. I know you did too, don't lie.

Anonymous asked:

Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Joe Quinn x reader where both you and Jamie walk out on stage at fanexpo. And while Finn say hi to Jamie, Joe runs to you before Grace even has the chance to say hello. He also doesnt let you go to your seat, he just holds you with him for a while. You and Joe have always been just a little bit more then friends (you’ve never admitted it to each other, but you both feel it) and you’ve also havent seen each other in a few months due to work, so its just a really cute reunion and you can decide how you end it :)) just a really cute, intimate moment between the reader and Joe! Thank you so much xxx

You were heading to Canada for FanExpo to meet fans and do some panels on a new show you were casted on. You knew that your close friend Joseph would be there, you were so proud of him and his role as Eddie Munson on Stranger Things.

Jamie was traveling with you, he was a good friend of yours and he told you that he needed your opinion on something and then told you to just come with him to FanExpo.

" You look nervous" Jamie mutters turning in his seat, taking off his headphone. He saw that your knee was bouncing and wanted to make sure you were okay.

" Yeah, just nervous to see Joe again. It's been so long since I've last seen him" Jamie waved his hand like "pfft."

" You both will be reunited soon" Jamie smirked knowing full aware that you Joseph were a little closer than friends. Joe had gushed to him about how beautiful, sweet, what a big heart you had and that the spark he felt was there. Joseph ended up telling Jamie he has a huge crush on you and wanted to tell you but he is shy and nervous.

" I know it's just-" Jamie cuts you off with a laugh, " you worry too much, darling. It's just Joseph"

You nod licking your chapped lips and looked out the window at the sky.

Joseph and you would always flirt with each other even through text and phone calls. You'd make him laugh and smile, but you both got busy with work and there were less phone calls, texts, face time calls and flirting.

He would check in on you once in awhile and wishing you the best as he was proud of your work too, he had been watching the show you were on and loving your character.

-

You couldn't believe the line you had that so many fans would want to meet you, take pictures with you and gush to you how much they love you.

A little girl was wearing the exact same outfit your character wore and it brought you to almost tears seeing it. She was only ten years old and she gushed how much your character just was helping her be positive in school

" Stay beautiful" you tell her, pocking her nose. Her mom told you how much she appreciates the time and how much her daughter loves you. You appreciate everyone and appreciate the love, feeling overwhelmed.

You knew Joseph was in the same building and your heart felt like it out jump out of your chest.

Some of the fans have asked you if you seen Joseph yet knowing of the friendship you had with him.

" Not yet, I might surprise him with Jamie at the panel with Finn and Grace" you told him but held a finger to your lips not wanting to ruin it.

They beamed with happiness and telling you they couldn't wait to see Joe's reaction.

- " Breathe" Jamie whispered into your ear as your eyes caught on Joe who was sitting on the one of the chair with his foot crossed as he talked into the mic.

" I'm breathing, thank you very much" he laughed shaking his head.

" He's just your close friend, your really good close friend" your eyebrows scrunched at what he meant but before he did, he walked out to the crowd screaming with happiness and you followed right after.

Joe's mouth dropped open at the sight of you, Grace was about to greet you but Joe was bouncing on his feet seeing you after so long. As Finn was saying hi to Jamie, Joe literally jumped almost knocking you over as he hold you.

" I can't believe you're here, sweetheart" he whispers into your ear as he buries his nose into your hair. He had missed you so much. The crowd is going nuts at your reunion, they know how close you two are as friends.

" It's so good to see you" he pulls away from you, taking a hold of your hand and bringing you to the chair but not before Jamie latches onto him as they have their bromance. They do it for the fans that love every minute of their friendship.

" I might have to share you with Y/N" he says into the mic, making everyone laugh. You wave hi to Grace and Finn, settling in your chair.

" Maybe I don't wanna share" you say into the mic, looking at Jamie. Jamie smirks knowing full fact what you mean, " Darling, he's not yours to share"

Your eyes go wide as Jamie says this, slouching in your chair hearing his tease.

" He's kidding, sweetheart" Joseph squeezes your knee as he pulls his chair closer to yours. You stuck your tongue out at Jamie, who puts a hand on his heart as you wounded him.

He keeps his hand there for a bit, squeezing your thigh and keeping his gaze on you.

You were asked about your role in the show you were playing at, and briefly mentioning you were talking to the Duffer brothers which the crowd got insane for.

Finn, Jamie, Grace and Joseph were all shocked hearing the news not really knowing if you'll join the show.

" I can't tell you much, but there is talk" you shrugged, giggling into the mic.

" How does it feel to be reunited with Joseph over here? You two are close friends from what I heard" you nodded.

"We are, but its been a long time since we hung out and did something outside of work. We both got busy and life got in the way, I missed him so much, it's so wonderful to see him after all this time. I'm super proud of him, he deserves the world"

Joseph put his hand on his heart, his little pout coming out as he listens to you before he reaches over taking your hand and kissing on top of it. This catches a wild reaction from the crowd as they gush over the two of you.

" You're such a sweetheart Y/N, thank you for the words and honestly you are a treasure in this world and I'm so glad to have you here, today"

" You both need to kiss already" Jamie says into the mic. All heads turn to him, as your eyes go wide and Joseph's mouth drops hearing his friend.

Finn and Grace giggle together, agreeing with Jamie.

" You both are crushing on each other, you both talk about each other and missing each other when the other isn't around. You both adore each other, so tell each other how you feel and kiss. Stop wasting time"

" Jamie" you gasped. He shrugged, " Just telling the truth, darling"

You look down at your lap feeling your cheeks beet read when a finger lifts up your chin and those brown eyes are looking at you.

" Do you have feelings for me?" He doesn't say this into the mic but to you, he is close enough that you can hear him.

" I do, I was just scared to tell you to lose you"

" Sweetheart, you'll never lose me. Never and I have feelings for you too. I have since the first time you greeted me and pulled me into a hug"

" Kiss, god damit!" Jamie screamed into the mic throwing his hands up.

You stuck your tongue at him and he rolled his eyes.

Joseph got off his chair and cupped your face with both his hands before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours not caring who was watching.

All that mattered was you and him.

You tugged on his shirt pulling him, kissing him as the crowd goes wild.

" Finally!" Jamie says.

#imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes #joseph quinn

[dckweed]

girl where is the elijah smut you talked about i’m dying for it

it's right here baby:) sorry mamas been in a writers block bout and i was taking some time away to recover after surgery (i havent told my fiance bc he'll freak out but they took three biopsies of something while they were inside, completely unexpected but other than me swinging at my OR nurses when they took out my intubation tube, and the full body rash i got from the soap they use, that surgery went well) but im back bitches.

p.s. told y'all id post something today..

p.p.s yall don't understand how feral i am for elijah mikaelson 110% inspired by jack harlow saying 'sent her back to her boyfriend with my hand print on her ass cheek' and you're welcome for it

warnings: MINORS DO NOT READ. spanking kink, marking kink? idk if that's a thing or what it's called but it's in here. maybe choking kink? dominant elijah 100%. cheating reader.

PART TWO

"..let him see my hand print on your ass cheek.." elijah mikaelson x female!reader

Now look, you were a good girl okay? You loved your boyfriend, you'd been together for years and you had never once thought about leaving the man, that is until you met Elijah Mikaelson. You were a friend of Rebekah's, unintentionally dragged into her ancient family drama but more than happy to help nonetheless and you had liked all of her brothers, despite their attitudes from time to time. But Elijah? Elijah was something different.

The attraction had been there immediately, the way he made your heart race, and your skin flush, you pretended not to notice the way he had smirked at you, as if he knew (which of course, he did) that your body was reacting to him in ways that it had never reacted to anyone before, let alone your boyfriend. What started off as a polite relationship had quickly turned into a flirtatious fling, both of you becoming braver and beaver with each other and what your actions were, knowing full well what the consequences could be. And eventually, it turned into a full on affair.

Elijah was insatiable in bed, something you found out very quickly and something you didn't even know you longed for. You didn't realize how unhappy you were in your sexlife at home until you had started fucking Elijah, and when he had started showering you with dates and expensive gifts? You slowly realized how unhappy you were in your romantic life as well. You could never bring yourself to break up with him though, he was a nice guy, sweet and caring, you'd been dating since the middle of college but something just felt so empty between the two of you, so you managed to balance your life between both men, difficult as it was.

Today, your boyfriend was dropping you off at the Mikaelson family compound, you weren't expecting to see Elijah today, thinking he was off searching for something for Klaus, so you thought nothing of it when you let him walk you to the gate and give you a long kiss before sending you on your way, smacking your bottom playfully as you stepped inside.

"I'll see you this afternoon, honey!" You called over your shoulder, giving him one last smile before he moved out of view. You sighed in relief, turning around to face the house, only to find Elijah a few feet away from you. You jump, hand to your chest. "Jesus, Elijah, why are you just standing there like that?" You ask, looking at him with a half cocked smirk. You were happy to see him, though judging by the annoyed look about his face, he didn't seem too pleased to see you. "I thought you were out of town still.."

"I finished my trip early, there was nothing to be found, no reason to stay longer." He says, hands going into his pockets. He was truly beginning to become annoyed by your boyfriend being in your life, especially when he thought he had been making his intentions with you quite clear. "How was your weekend?"

You shrug, rolling your eyes. "Dull. We went antiquing with his mother." You say, and though you loved antiques and his mother, he had brushed off the plans you had been trying to make to do something more interesting and you were intensely bored the entire weekend.

Elijah hums, not feeling the least bit bad for you, though he would have much rather spent his weekend with you. "Antiquing? Sounds dreadfully dull." He says, his lips pursed as he looked you over. You did look divine in your yellow and white dress, and judging by the way he could smell you, you weren't even wearing panties. The thought made him want to go feral, he wanted to take you up to his room and absolutely wreck you for doing such a thing, how dare you go without panties around his brothers? around your boyfriend even? especially when you weren't even expecting him to be home. He had more self control than that. He swallows thickly. "Well, I'm sure you and Rebekah have something planned for today, I'll catch up with you later, darling."

You pout as he walks away, you had expected him to at least kiss you or something, like he normally did, you wondered if something was on his mind, he seemed more brooding than usual. Sighing, you make your way to Rebekah, you find her in her room, a couple bottles of your favorite wine already waiting for you.

"Why the face?" She asks as soon as you walk in, she was on her feet in an instant, pulling you to the couch. "Talk, love, you don't ever look like that.."

You furrow your eyebrows at her words, what did you look like? She shoves a wineglass into your hand, filled to the brim with your favorite white Riesling. "Is Elijah..upset with me?" You ask, looking up at her, bringing the glass to your lips at the mere thought of it. Your best friend of course knew of the relationship between you and her brother, the entire family knew, and none of them had ever made you feel any less welcomed, infact, they seemed to embrace you more, Klaus had even given you the 'always and forever' speech over a family lunch, winking at you in a way that you knew he meant it.

Rebekah furrows her brow this time, looking at you like you're insane. Upset with you? Elijah all but worshipped the ground you walked on, she had never seen him get cross with you, though he had been expressing annoyance towards your relationship, particularly the one with the man you called your boyfriend. "Well, love, if he is can you hardly blame him?" She asks, not trying to sound heartless but also trying to help our her brother some. "Y/N you just made out with your boyfriend right in front of him, i didn't have to see it, i can smell it on you.."

You closed hour eyes, throwing yourself back onto the couch. God, how could you not have put two and two together? "I'm an idiot." You sigh, downing half the glass in one go.

Rebekah hums as if agreeing with you. "Y/N, why do you even stay with him? You're clearly in more of a relationship with my brother than you are with him." She knew her brother was in love with you, but she also knew that he was too honorable of a guy to not let you make your own decisions about this, even if he was directly involved in this situation. "Elijah is a patient man and he would wait forever for you, but at this point, i feel like you're stringing them both along, it's unfair to both of them."

You stay quiet. She was right. You were in more of a relationship with Elijah than the man that you actually went home to, most of the time you couldnt even stand to be around him, the two of you barely even held a conversation anymore. So why hadn't you done it?

Why were you being so stupid?

Why weren't you thinking with your pussy and your head?

"Fuck, I'm an asshole aren't I?" You say, looking over at her. You had made up your mind. You were going to break up with your boyfriend tonight, you needed to tell Elijah. "You're right, it is unfair. There's only one thing that I want and it's to be around your brother twenty-four seven, I've let this whole thing go on for too long."

You get to your feet, downing the rest of your wine glass. "I'm going to talk to him, I'll be back in a bit Bekah."

"Do try not to be loud, it's disturbing knowing what my brother does in the bedroom." She calls after you, watching you walk away with a happy smile on her face, happy that she managed to kick some sense into you.

You roll your eyes, headed down the large hallway to the door that you knew was his. It was closed and at first you weren't sure if he was even in there but you raise your fist anyway, knocking gently on the thick wood.

After a few moments the door opens just a crack, Elijah appearing in the open space. His hand shoots out before you can even speak his name and grabs onto the poofy bits of your dress, pulling you in to his room.

You squeak, but the sound is covered by his lips, the vampire taking you into a kiss immediately, his strong arms tensing as they pull you flush against his body, holding you in place as he moves his mouth against yours. You can't help but moan, the possessiveness of the kiss alone making you weak in your knees as you let yourself go slack against him.

Elijah hardens at the sound, at the feel of your body against his own, though he can't help but growl in annoyance as he breathes you in. You smell like him, your boyfriend, the one who makes your life dull but yet you continue to stay with him. He had plans to change that though, if you weren't going to break up with him, then Elijah was going to give him a reason to break up with you.

In a flash he has you sat atop an ornate chest of drawers, his face buried in your neck as he left hickies in his trail across your skin. Even though it was dangerous, he had never once let you leave him without at least one of his marks on you, his own personal way of marking his territory he assumed.

You moan, feeling his large hands slide up your thighs, your legs spreading apart as he steps between them. You feel his fingers squeeze your flesh, fingertips digging in to your skin as they near your bare pussy, already quivering excitement for him.

Your hands go to his hair, pulling as you lift his head up, a moment of clarity as you catch your already heaving breath. "Elijah, I - oh.." You close your eyes, sinking back against the wall behind you as his fingers finally find your cunt, two of them sinking deep into your hole, your walls clenching around the missing size, already wanting his cock to be buried in you instead.

"Hm?" He hums, eyebrows raising in what you suspect is amusement, or perhaps patronization. "What were you saying darling?" His other hand trails around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass tightly, his fingerprints indenting on the skin.

You clear your throat, voice shakey as you try to speak, your brain fuzzy as to why you had left Rebekah's room in the first place. And then he starts to move his fingers, curling them just the slightest bit as he moves them in and out, knuckle deep in your wet, squelchy cunt. Your hips move up against his hand, wanting more as you suddenly remember that he had asked you a question. "Uhm, I..I wanted to talk to you about..oh fuck..erm..him.."

His hand stops, and you hear the growl in his throat as he pulls his fingers out of you, the digits glistening with your slick juices. He looks at you, eyes darkened and for a brief moment you're scared that he's angry, because he is angry. "What of him, hm?" He asks, head cocked and voice low. His hands goes to your hips, your slick now coating the outside of your dress as he lifts you off of the dresser and and sets you on the floor. "He is quite literally the bane of my existence, why must we speak of him now, hm, when im trying to ruin you, love?"

He's looking down you, menacing aura surrounding you and you look away nervously as you feel his hand slide from your hip to your neck, his strong palm wrapping around your throat as his long fingers clutch your face, drumming your cheek just slightly. "Answer me, darling." He says, moving your face harshly to look up at him.

You swallow again, eyes looking over his face. His features are hard, his eyes dilated and dark. You can see how tense his jaw is, feel the emotions radiating from him. His grip on your throat and face is tight, but not enough to hurt you, but you can feel him restraining himself.

"I..wanted to apologize about earlier..should have stopped him.." You say, your voice shakey as you stumble over the words that you had seen so clearly in your mind before you had come into his room. Elijah hums, head cocking as if telling you to continue as his fingers tighten their hold just ever so slightly with a gentle flex of his hand. "I..don't want to be with him anymore.. ive been letting it go on too long, when ive had feelings for only you this entire time.."

Elijah's face changes, and he drops his hand from your face, moving it to cup behind your neck as he looks into your eyes, angling your head upwards as if searching for any trace of a lie.

"I want it to be just us, Elijah. I hate splitting my time between you because when im with him, all I think about is you and what we could be doing, and when im with you all i think about is how sad i am to go home." You ramble, wanting to let your words press in.

"Y/N.." He sighs, barely audible. You see his shoulders relax, his entire body untensing as he leans in to kiss you, it's one of complete and utter passion, his tongue dancing with yours as your lips move together in messy harmony. You moan, your body melding against his as he pulls you closer in his arms, pressing you tightly to his hard frame.

Elijah has a hand in your hair before you know it, you gasp as he pulls on it, moving your head to the side as he goes back to your neck, sucking on your pulse point for a moment, just long enough to leave a dark mark, the groan that escapes your mouth at even his slightest touch is one of absolute filth and you hear the growl in the back of his throat.

He still wanted to wreck you, and after a moment, he pulls away from your neck, looking down at you with the most shit eating smirk you'd ever seen adorn his face, he had quite the idea of how to break the news to your now ex-boyfriend.

"Maybe I can help you tell him, darling, let him know just how much you've been mine all these months.." He says, he wanted to let this man know just how much of an absolute love drunk, cock whore you were for him and only him. He wanted to ruin this man's year for having the audacity to kiss you in the way he had this morning, in front of his home no less.

"And just what exactly are you proposing?" You ask, voice lofty as your brain isn't fully with you anymore, focused solely on the man in front of you, waiting for him to have his way with you.

His smirk turns into that of a sinister grin. "Darling, you've been quite the bad girl today, don't you think?" He asks, voice coyly toying with you. His hand is still in your hair and he uses it to his advantage, turning you around and pushing you forward towards his bed, your bed now, he uses his grip in your hair to bend you forward, your face going downward into the mattress, arms supporting you still. "Bad girls," Elijah says, his voice a deep sultry tone as he presses his clothed crotch against your bottom, you feel his hard cock as he kneads a handful of your ass in his hand. "get punished, don't they baby?"

You whimper at his words, the forceful grip of his hand gripping your ass giving you more arousal than you could have thought in that moment. Elijah had always been the one in control when you were in bed, but this side of him was new to you, and oh so fucking sexy..you feel the want, the need for him building up in the bottom of your stomach as he presses his cock against your ass.

He hums appreciatively as you push your ass back against him. "Be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?" He says, the hand that wasnt squeezing you pushing the bottom of your dress up, the material laying on your waist, your bare ass and pussy on full display for the vampire above you.

Without warning you feel a stinging on your ass cheek, the sound of skin smacking ringing through the large bedroom and most likely down the hallway. You gasp, feeling his hand squeeze your cheek almost affectionately as your body reacts in the most glorious way for him.

Elijah had never really been one to spank you, he had smacked your ass a few times when he was fucking you from behind, like most men do, and sometimes even playfully in passing but this? You could just feel the arousal coming off of him as he towards the action a few times, on both cheeks.

His hand came down firmly, his whole hand leaving red imprints the harder and longer he did it for. You moaned after a few, the feeling of it getting to you in ways that you didn't even know it could, you hear him make a noise in the back of his throat when he finally decides he's finished, using both hands to squeeze and rub your stinging ass cheeks.

"Good girl, darling..." He had gotten out, you felt one hand leave you and hear him struggling with his pants for a moment, of which he grows quickly annoyed with and with a grunt he uses his vampire strength toi pull on the button, sending it flying as he pushes his pants and boxes briefs down, letting his cock finally spring free. "Look at how beautiful, all laid out for me, pussy so wet it's like a river, my marks on your ass.." He sighs in pleasure as he pushes his cock into your already gushing pussy, the sight turning into a full blown moan as he feels you clench around him immediately, already over stimulated just from the spanking alone.

Your moan isn't even a moan, it falls into some kind of high pitched noise as he starts rolling his hips, not quite fucking you roughly but not doing it gently either. His hand his back on your ass, squeezing and smacking lightly, not wanting to let the red ebb away just yet.

"Good fucking girl taking my cock so well, already so spent for me and we've barely just started.." He drawls out in that accent, setting a faster pace than he had before as he lays over top of you, his lips near your ear, hands on either side of your head as he boxes you in to hold himself up. "Gonna go home after this and show that silly man what I did? Send you back to him all fucked out nice and proper?" You moan at the words, the mere idea of it making you clench even tighter around him, it must feel good too because his words falter for a few seconds.

One of his hands goes back to your hair as he supports himself on one arm, pulling on it just enough to lift your head up off of the mattress to press your ear to his lips, moans and mewls escaping your throat every second. "Gonna let him see my handprints on your ass cheek, sweetheart?" He drawls out again, hips snapping into you at a new pace, the new angle of him over top of you having you on edge damn near immediately. "Tell him all about how you're all mine and you have been for the last year? Tell him all about how I've been fucking you, and loving you better than he ever did? Hm?"

The words for straight to your pussy, and it happens so fast that you can even tell him that you're cuming, he knows though, he can feel you gush down his length, your juices coating his pants as they brush against you. "Yes," You moan out, leaning your head back farther into him. "god, yes..all yours Elijah...only you.." Your words are broken but he understands the meaning, his grunts becoming deeper and his thrusts faltering in your pussy as the promise behind them hits him at his core.

He sits up, his hand giving one last slap to your ass cheek, the sight of the red outline of his hand sending him completely over the edge and he cums in a matter of seconds, a feral, filthy noise escaping his generally polite mouth as he does, letting his hot, thick cum coat the inside of your still sopping wet pussy, his hands gently kneading your ass once more before he pulls out, lowering himself to his knees. Gently, as if they're made of glass, he kisses each of your ass cheeks as if they're about to break before spreading them wide enough for him to get a view of your pussy, using his tongue to catch his cum as it slowly drips out of your aching hole, still glistening as he pushes it all back in with his tongue. You gasp, pressing back against his face, over stimulated to the point that your body is too weak to even hold its self up.

When he's satisfied, he pulls away, turning your over and taking you into his arms. "I was serious darling," He says, smirk still riding his lips as he plants gentle kisses on your face. "I'm going to send you home like this, let the message sink in as you pack your bags, heading over just enough for him to see what's marking your ass like a badge of honor, rub it in his filthy face when I come to the door to pick you up.."

You sigh, your hand going to his face. "People underrate you as an evil person, you know?" You say, a chuckle escaping both of you. You know damn fucking well you'll do it though, you were too down bad for this man, so dick whipped that you would do whatever he asked.

"I know, darling." He kisses you, all tongue and teeth for a moment before he helps fix your dress, giving you a gentle snack on the ass as he does.

part two????

#elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson smut #mikaelson #the originals smut #the originals

[thelovelylolly]

1,11 and 18 Valentine’s Day din djarin

Breathtaking

Summary: You and Din stargaze while stopping by on a planet, and the stars aren't the only thing taking Din's breath away Warnings: no grogu in this, not proofread bc im sleepy eepy Word Count: 755 Notes: I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR DIN IN SO LONG WHAT??? I LOVE THIS MAN WITH MY WHOLE HEART

You were grateful for the quiet moments you spent with Din. They were few and far between, so you had to hold onto them while you could. Most of them happened on the Razor Crest while you two flew through hyperspace, but every now and then, they would happen on back water planets where you two didn't have to look over your shoulders.

What had started as an arrangement, you to got off your home planet and Din got another pair of hands to help around the ship, led to a close friendship. You both toed the line of friends and more many times, especially in the tight spaces of the ship, but neither of you addressed it.

What you two had was good, and you were happy with that.

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You and Din had landed on a planet that was full of fields and rivers, landing the Razor Crest on a high hill that looked over a small town. You set up camp while Din started on any repairs that needed to be taken care of. You two watched as the sun slipped behind the horizon while eating dinner, which was some soup you made so Din could eat with you and not worry about taking his helmet off.

It was those little things you did that made Din fall in love with you.

As the sky continued to darken and with the repairs finished, Din watched as you put your supplies from dinner away. The way you did everything seemingly with ease only made him admire you more. You took care of him and the ship, all with a smile on your face.

He was so incredibly in love with you, but he didn't know how to say it.

He tried to think of the right words to say as he laid next to you in the cool grass, the two of you looking up at the dark sky full of stars. Every now and then, you would reach up and point something out to Din.

"...I mean, it's crazy to think that those are all their own galaxies lightyears away from us. All these galaxies making this...this breathtaking view for us," you said softly, finishing the ramble you had gone on explaining all the stars and planets out there.

"You are breathtaking," Din replied without thinking.

"What?" You asked, turning your head to look at him with a smile. You were met his dark visor, but you knew his eyes were on you and only you.

"I said you're breathtaking," he paused to turn his gaze back up to the sky, "like the galaxies and stars."

You felt your face heat up at his gentle words, your eyes staying on him for a few more moments before returning to the sky. "...thank you. W-what brought this on?"

"You being you. I've loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I guess it was only a matter of time until I said something," he answered.

You looked back over at him, smiling so wide your cheeks began to hurt. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that, because I love you, too, Din. And I have for a long time."

You reached down and intertwined your fingers with his. His helmet tilted down towards your head then looked back up at you. He held his other hand up and you took it, letting yourself wrap your arms around him as he did the same to you. You head rested on top of his cold chest plate, the edge of his helmet resting on top of your head.

You two stayed like this for a while, listening to each other's breathing and the ambient sounds around you.

Din's gaze returned to the sky, his eyes darting from star to star. He wondered if there was someone like you in all those galaxies out there. Maybe there was someone like him, too. Maybe they met like you two did and fell in love.

"Din," you whispered quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah?"

"We're gonna fall asleep out here if we stay like this," you answered, starting to pull away. You didn't get far, Din's arms tightening around you just enough to keep you where you were.

"Wait, don't pull away...not yet."

You smiled, happily staying where you were. "Okay, I'll stay."

Neither of you went back into the ship that night. You both fell asleep outside in the soft, cool grass, wrapped in each other's arms.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic

[tomboyyyaoi]

things in episode 4 im gnna think about for a while (as usual spoilers for new fans and those who havent read the manga!)

the way vash looks at wolfwood/"i can see it in his eyes" wow that was so good

vash being so eepy. his snoring is so cute i want to wrap him up

wolfwood being a shitty priest n charging vash and meryl $$20,000 for a shitty makeshift service

wolfwood and meryl bickering, she hates his ass and he finds it so fucking funny

the fact its setting up for a really painful betrayal... its gnna sting so bad.. i can feel it. what if vash kills wolfwood instead of legato in this one holy fuck i would kill myself that would hurt so much

meryl being proud of vash for eating in the end, him repeating wolfwoods words then looking at him all smug my mashwood agenda is so real

roberto using a derringer...... the death flags are at full mast today theyr totally gnna fridge him for meryl development i can smell it

roberto being just really good. im liking him more n more every ep

everyone besides vash is joining the bully meryl club (but she can hold her own its ok, go off u angry lil chihuahua woman)

zazies voice and design are so fucking cool i love their bug mask. epic.

lots of fantastic Vash Noises this ep (snoring, screaming, sneezing, yelping, the lil grunt while he eats, his voice getting really deep for the "$$20,000?????" line was funny)

meryl fucking HATING the worms

the punisher. just in general. shit made me horny

the setup for wolfwood. zazie teasing him about what vash said. oh my god. i love this angle, he felt more dubious/mysterious but in stampede theyr SO clear hes working w the gung ho guns. i really like it actually, a lot of potential for them tearing out my heart n feeding it 2 me, looking forward 2 it

what the FUCK is going on w the "gate" and what conrad was saying? "hes more human than anyone" ???? HELLO "then we'll just have to rip it out" HHHGG what the fuck is going on w the plant abilities n powers in this i need to know more

sorry my mash brain really liked vash saying meryls name. the manga has conditioned me into seeing that as a big deal even if its clearly not in stampede. idc.

meryl and vash just continuing to be. So fucking Cute. not even many vashmeryl moments this ep just vash being cute and meryl being cute. im putting them in my i love you blender

VASH HADNT EATEN FOR 3 DAYS FROM GUILT. oh my god. hes so sad.

im gnna stop here b4 i go insane but yea come back next week for the same shit (me going fucking mental)

#trigun #trigun stampede

[ladylovegood-69]

"The Sun and the Moon"

part3

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You and Rotxo were on a date. You havent had one in a while since the Sullys have arrived, both you being busy training Jakesully and Rotxo occasionally helping your siblings with the Sully kids.

So now you where in a cave in the water awey from the others sight. To get to the cave you got to ride ilu/tsurak for a few minutes then dive in, and there is a cave, on the outside it doesnt look much just like a regular rock. But when you enter its beautiful, i mean there are cristals, flowers and what not, and also thers air so thers no need for holding your breath. Its a secred place just for you and your lover.

You where sitting and stroking Rotxos hair that was on your lap just admiring his fitures and listening him blabering about something. This where your favorite moments, ofcourse you like every moment together, but these when your alone and just talking about anything without anyone around is just the best.

"I feel bad for making you weit." Rotxo said coming out as a wisper but you heard it. You where confused, weit for what."Weit for what Rotxo?" you asked " I know how much finding a mate means to you, and you could have chosen anybody. But you didnt, you chose me, you wanted to weit for me to do my iknimaya and be mated together, but i dont know how i will be able to acomplish that when im beraly a hunter. I feel usless. I can never be a good mate." he said trou tears, holding your hand that was on his head.

You where shoked, you never knew he felt this way, he was alweys just so positive and happy. You where mad at your self that you didnt see how he felt. As his lover you were supposed to make him feel loved and appreciated, but knowing he felt like a burden to you, and that he isnt enought for you broke your heart.

"Aw no Rotxo. Dont feel like that you will alweys be my choice, and i will weit for you as long as its needed." you said kissing his tears awey. "We are young Rotxo we have planty of time, you have planty of time. I know that one day we will mate before Eywa, you just have to belive yourself like i do. I see you. I love you sunshine." you finished as you put him on you lap holding him while he silence his craying.

"I see you ma Y/n. I love you." Rotxo said as he looked at you. "Thank you for beliving in me, and weit for me a little longer i will pass the iknimaya and we will mate, i promise." he countinude. There where still tears on his checks so you wiped them awey looking at him " I will alweys weit for you ma sunshine." you said as you pulled him in to a passionate kiss holding him tight.

He kissed you back getting as close to you as he can. The kiss was full of love. You placed your hand on his back tracing curcles as a way of comfrorting him, telling him that you will never let go of him.

As you two pulled back for air and alredy missing eacothers touch, you just looked at eachother with love and admiration. After a while you decited its time to head back, you still have duties, even tho you wanted to stay like this more.

As you standed up with Rotxo still holding on to you, realizing he was close to falling asleep, pobebly from all the craying but you didnt blame him, you holded him as you walked out of the cave and in the water calling your tsurak.

"Hold on a little while, you can sleep when we get to shore" you sighed to Rotxo, he just nodded back and put his head on your shoulder.

As your tsurak came you put Rotxo infront of you to make sure he doesnt fall as he leaned his head on your chest and you puting your hand around his weist to keep him still. You begin swiming to shore.

When you came to your destinacion you picked up Roxto and patted your tsurak and give him some meet thanking him. You started walking to Rotxos merui. As you where walking you felt no movement from Rotxo thinking that he was asleep alredy, he must been so tired.

As you came to his merui you saw his mother cooking. You showed your i see you sigh in respect and she did one back.

You put Roxto in his homack and kissed his forhead wispering a i love you.

Roxtos mother came to you after with food on a leaf. "Come have lunch with me, i dont want to spend it alone seing that Rotxo is asleep." she invated you and you happely accepted.

As you two were eating you complimented on her cooking saying how good it was, witch she said thank you happy for someone to compliment her.

"I am very happy that Roxto chose you." she started speaking and you just listend. "He is a very fragile boy and im very glad that you are here to protect and love him. I can see the love in his eyes and how his face brighten every time he sees you." she finished looking at you to se your respond. "I am too very happy that he chose me, me being more toughter then most females it is hard to find someone, so i am very happy. And dont worry i will protect your son with my life. I love your son more then anything." you said, and Rotxo moms seems very satisfaid with your responde as she nodded "Good, he is my only chiled and i tresure him i want whats best for him, and knowing that he got the future Olo'eyktna by his side i cant be more happier." she said smiling at you ,and you smiled back.

As you finished eating you helped her cleaning everything and thanked her for the meal as you left to do your duties.

As you were walking you heard something. You got worried and got closer to the noise.

You stoped as you saw whats going on. The Sully brothers, Aonung and his friends where fighting and Kiri was in the side yelling them to stop but you can see that she was indeed finding this amusing. Witch you didnt, you were mad. "Enought." you yelled.

Hearing your voice they ammediately stoped and looked your way. You cought Aonungs eyes, you where furies, and Aonung just looked down knowing that he is going to be scolded by you. He was more scared of you then his perents, you where way stricter when it comes to these situacion.

You turned and saw the Sully brothers get up with the help of there sister "I apolagise for Aonungs behavior, i will make sure this doesnt happen again." you said, glaring at Aonung and he just looked awey as he was standing up dusting the sand off himself.

"And i will talk to the perents of the others about what they did aswell. I again apolagise." you countinude as you looked at them again. The siblings just nodded there heads saying thank yous and started leaving, but Neteyam looked at you a linger longer, he was just so awed by you, you where so strong so mature and so respected, he wished he was just like you and he couldent lie he was jelouse that you only trained his father, he wanted you to train him too.

After they left you grabed Aonung by the back of his neck and draged him to yours merui as you shooed the other kids to go home. As you entered your merui unfortunately for him, your perents werent there. Tho it will be bad they found out of what he did he knew that if there were here they will try to calm you down and not be harsh as you usely are, but they werent here and thats what he feared.

"Ugh why did you do that Aonung, didnt i tell you to be kind to them to welcome them, they have beed trou enught and your here bullying them, how old are you 5!?" you scolded him staring down at him since you got him on his knees. He just looked down as well as his ears. He didnt like you scolding him or you getting mad at him, he looked up to you so much, as his big sister, as the future Olo'eyktna, you were everything to him.

"Couldent you be more like Tsireya, you are rebellious, you don't think straight." you said, you know that you are being a little over the top but you where just frastureted at him about his actions. That broke Aonungs heart, he doesnt like to be compered, and he knew you knew, but he knoes you dont mean it, you are just mad at him and he understand.

"What happend for you guys to start a fight?" you asked. He stayed quiet, he doesnt want to tell you knowing you will get more mad at him and he doesnt want that. "Aonung" you called him demanding a responde and thats when he gave you " I called them a bunch of freaks."

After a few seconds of you not responding he looked up at you and you had your eyes closed with you pinching your nose in iritation.

"You better go and apolagise, i may have apolagised for you but that is becouse of the dutie of future Olo'eyktna, i have to make peace. So you will go to ther merui and apolagise, you hear me." you said looking at him as he nodded his head "Yes ma'am." he responded.

"Now scram." you said and he did, he got up apolagise to you witch you shoke your head and he left.

As you sat down and just masaged your temles you heard someone entering the merui.

"You didnt have to be so tought on him, you know he admireds you." said your father as he sat down next to you. "I had to father, as the future Olo'eyktna i must teach him a lesson, he is lucky he still get to go out." you responded looking at him with a glare.

"You are right, but still, dont be so hard on him." he said placing a hand on your shoulder. "I canot promise that." you said shaking your head. "I know you cant." he said back smiling.

Standing up then did you see that your father bought back a large fish for dinner.

"Sorry i forgot to go hunt, becouse of all this that happend." you said looking down. "It is fine my child. And it was my time to hunt for dinner anyways." he responded and laught a bit and you did to. Then both you sitted outside skining the fish and just prepering it for dinner until the others arrived.

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Thats it for part three of "The Sun and the Moon" hopoed you enjoyed reading it.

Tho i dont really like this chapter but thats all i could come up with. Im also sorry for the long weit i was having a besy week bc of school and all.

Also comment if you wanna be tagged in next parts.

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@alastorhazbin

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #roxto #roxto x reader #sunny(him) x grumpy(you) #sunshine

[sadlovefeelss]

Yandere owner/ sheep hybrid

Cw: pet play (sheep), pet grooming/hygiene themes, yandere themes, willing/unwilling pet themes, hybrids, ownership, smut, dumbification

>> Your so docile and jumpy. Desperately wanting to be accepted on the farm ud just been brought too. The farmers havent spoken to u yet and you havent met any other hybrids… this was done on purpose by your owner. He saw u up for sale and just had to have u! A sweet baby like u just had to be treated like the prize u were meant to be! Separated from other handlers on the farm and separated even farther from other hybrids, no chances of u being bred or mated by anyone. You need him for that now! Your own personal handler, and lover in one! Ready to give u every little request ur heart wants. You never ask to leave, why would you? Undivided love and attention? What else could you have wanted!

^^Same story just more detail, meh writing

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You were a cutie. Not the cleanest now, but a cutie.

The local farmers were selling off some hybrids for some cash and he wanted some newbies to help him on the farm. But after not spotting any that he could make use of, he was just gonna leave. At first. Then he spotted you, covered in dirt n hay, messy and upset. He eyed you and your price tag.

You were crying. Most people walking by just looked away from you to give you space, you appreciated it but needed more. Just some comfort, you thought. You though were helpful and now you were being sold? ‘What if i wasnt useful there? How long will i be sold for? Whats gonna happen if i don’t sell?’ Thinking was just making you feel worse but its the only thing you could do.

You dont get time to breathe or think though, a stranger and ur previous farmer go through with signing some papers, you were sold. And you sit in his car, on the way to a new farm. Stressed, all you felt was the buzz of anxiety and stress in you, hands almost vibrating with fear. His hand grabbed your thigh, your shaking harshened. He didnt move his hand from your leg but his thumb started rubbing, comforting.

“What will i be doing to work on your farm…?” You forced the words out as smoothly as possible, it was ok. His thumb switched from rubbing back-and-forth to circles.

“Your not gonna work,” he grinned. “Your gonna be my pet sheep.” Your eyes previously glued to your hands, stared blank at the vast road ahead, at the approaching barn, then swiftly back to your… your owner.

“A pet?” You questioned him. “Wouldn’t i be more useful working with the hybrids and handlers? Ive- Ive never been a pet before… i don’t think id make a good one.” You tried.

“…” he’s jaw twitched and he glanced at you, quick, ‘i upset him’ you feared. “Apparently you werent that good at working on the farm either, tiny.” He humored.

…Whatever humor he meant by that was lost to you… All you felt was useless. ‘…was that why i was sold? I wasn’t working hard… i thought i was working fine? The farmer said i was working fine…?’ You stopped shaking now. You didnt know what to say… you don’t think there could have been something to say.

He glanced at you again from your lack of response. He felt kinda bad, lying. You were just sold simply cause the farm was getting to full, nothing bad. But he wanted a pet, and you weren’t there yet. While eyeing you all he thought was what he could do better. All he saw was mistreatment to you, but he knew he could make you perfect! Your crunchy hair can be turned smooth again, your matted wool can be curled and poofy again, your skin clear or dirt and marks, the true you. He wanted of so badly to be using such softer kinder words. But he knew training needed to be done and roles needed to be placed for you now. He parked the car, finally after what felt forever, at his farm.

“Dont worry, ill make sure you fit in.”

You didn’t. You didn’t at all and you don’t know why, what was happening?! You weren’t popular on your previous farm but… but you weren’t treated like this. Everyone ignored you, or at best would give the quickest answer before leaving. The handlers and farmers only came around you to work on something, and the other hybrids, no amount of trying to gift them or talk to them could make them stick around. The only one how stuck near was your owner. After the first day, your owner wouldnt allow any kind of labor and work from you, he only seemed to call you to eat together, give u affection, dress you, and to.. to wash you. Yes, for whatever reason, he would be upset with you for cleaning yourself. So while you look beautifully, you felt caged. You were his pet, and he treated you like so.

You were perched on your owners lap, facing eachother, but your head was rested on his shoulder, eyeing outside jealously. Hybrids playing and working together, workers chatting it up.

“Stop staring out there.” your thigh was slapped, his warning. Upset, you couldnt fight or run, upset cause you couldnt leave. Your previous watchful eyes now blurred with tears, and you swiftly tucked into his neck, in defeat. He sighed, pulled you gently away from his neck to look at you.

He held you to himself closely, “I know those hybrids and farmers are so mean to you, baby.” He whispered, “Thats why i want you here in the house, with me… so i can give you the care you need, pet.” Hes thumb rubs circles into your thigh, …comforting and… lovingly. ‘Maybe i was wrong… he hasnt punished after i stopped fighting him. Maybe i should give in..’ you start nodding. To yourself and him, accepting your place as his pet.

“I think you needed a good lil reward, huh baby?” His dick rubbed at your walls and humped at your cervix. He was deep and you took it, with sometime, but now you no longer cried in loneliness but from him. Like he wanted, his pet pushed back on to him with each pump of his hips. Its sad you couldnt talk though, your poor lil mouth drooling and crying in a pretty lil song.

#yandere #tw yancore #tw yandere #yancore #yandere x darling #darling #obsessive #yandere darling #darling thoughts #darlingcore #smut #dumbification #hybrids #sheep #ownership #cw willing pet #cw unwilling pet #cw smut #cw pet play #cw forced pet #fem reader #gn reader

[thisdreamplace]

hi is anon who writes too much haha! Hru💗

I want to share some experiences I’ve been having and a question

just really letting go and being.

life is really Beautiful when you just be

one extreme subconscious belief i guess I had was “everytime when good things happen. Bad things always do” I used to really spiral over this. I was so afraid. But then I asked myself “ can I let go of this and know all is okay? that god is on my side, that everything will be ok”. I was crying one night fearing “what if everything is terrible and will never be ok “ I allowed it but the something just came into awareness “what if I can trust god. what if I can trust and let go” and I did, I still felt like a crying mess and so very saddened. but I had a sense of trust , my heart was filled with love.

(I’ll speak in 3rd person but ) anon also had a huge fear or want. to being mysterious like… not telling anyone how they felt lalala or even feeling embarrassed about telling how they felt about something like they where right or wrong or how they inferior if they where nice lala. When I realized that was also conditioned, not my burden to bear I cried in relief, knowing just this was never something I needed to let go off. I’m ok haha

I feel like also one thing is we conditioned our self to others behaviors and what we determine as us (the false self) like example I realized my specific negative thoughts where a pattern. I asked myself “ do I really think this way? or am I conditioned too?” “Is this really me?”, my fears and thoughts and wants and needs are all just what I’ve always thought I needed to have, haha living a life without any of those is sure scary but… not a bad! More like a new unknown understanding! Like knowing there’s no meaning behind it , like the thought itself being a conditioned thing, idk it feels just nice , I can leave it be , beacuse it doesn’t mean anything.

The key is no longer allowing it to have meaning for you. - thisdreamplace

now I live my days having fun :) or even just being or enjoying all knowing I’m not bound to anything. it’s nice even when the hard times happen , still need to work on that tho 🐭

my question is.

when circumstances or even a overwhelming situation , or even badly reacting to something and you regret it. How do you deal with it, I always surrender to god and know everything will be ok. But I’m wondering if you have advice haha, like what are some things you do to regulate and help in times like this. sometimes moving on (letting go ) of everything feels a bit terrifying , even how do you stop seeing things as a bad moment? sometimes the heart feels so full and the head feels so firey

hope to talk soon again I miss your posts dream 🌌thank you for everything once again

-anon who talks too much 🍩

hewwo <3 i hope youre doing well!! sorry its taken me some time to finally write back !!

i love all of this ! feeling everything out, while simultaneously allowing yourself to feel that possibilities can be different. i love reading messages from yall, because they always spark deeper understandings in myself as well. it's a really beautiful cycle between us

hmm i think to answer your question, i usually don't try to make something seem other than how i feel it is. instead i accept it all in that moment, or at least try to anyway. it's not always easy of course. but through acceptance you have a lot less resistance toward an issue, and like that it can easily be transformed. so its not always about making ourselves drop it, sure its nice if we can. but if not, its okay to be there in that moment too. allowing it to be what it is, and moving on when the emotions arent as heavy.

anyway <3 thanks so much for reaching out again !! :') and awwwe thank you. i havent had much inspo lately, life has been really busy but ofc, whenever inspiration strikes, you'll see another post by me !!

[rk-ceres]

Blue Ain't Your Color

George Weasley x ________ just fluffy things i guess

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____ was sitting with her best friend on the steps of the shop after hours George and his girlfriend broke up a week ago and she had been harassing him non stop and he has been down hes been plastering a smile on his face acting like hes fine but ____, ____ could tell he was miserable having to grovel with Angelina to leave him alone. Ginny and Fred decided to take him to a muggle karaoke bar that ____ frequented, the group was a few drinks in she broke away from the crowd paying the machine grabbing the mic choosing the song the song started playing as she walked up to the group her white body con dress bringing the mic to her lips “i can see you over there staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight” she started George’s head snapped to her Ginny’s mouth fell to the ground never having heard her sing before out of their seven year friendship, and surviving a war together. Fred gave her a small smile giving her a slight nod knowing how they felt about each other he thought that George and ____ were both blind and in denial. After all its not just a river that theyve been too in Egypt. George was already there when it came to ____ Fred believed that George? He was just too shy to show it he glanced to his twin who was staring right at ____ as she continued to sing to him. Out of every single person in the crowded bar. She was singing to George.

“and chances are youre sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause she Ain’t treatin’ you right” she stopped right in front of him holding her hand out for him George looked at her hand then back up at her face. Her eyes softened at him as she waited for him to take her hand. _____ knew that he was hurting and that his wings were damaged but she wanted to give him that push he needed to fly again. It was killing her seeing him so low and so sad. ‘Cmon George arent you going to tell me what happened between you and Angie? You always tell me everything’ ____ put a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘its nothing important Lady’ George gave her a sad smile ‘im just done with it. Its not worth the hurt anymore’ he continued ‘you ever going to stop calling me Ladybug?’ ___ said frustratedly ‘you ever going to stop being afraid of Ladybugs?’ He shot back ‘OH SHUT UP YOU PRATT!’ ___ whacked his shoulder laughing the first good laugh George had all week he looked at her biting his lip ‘you always knew how to make me feel better when im feeling down ____. Even if you gave me the space i needed to let my relationship grow.. you didnt push you let me figure out my emotions you read social ques and you just made everything so easy. Its always easy with you’ he whispered the last part ‘its easy because i knew you and you knew me since we were in nappies. Our mums are best friends they always said me you and Freddie were jointed at the hip’ ___ smiled at him George gulped down shaking his head again looking at her palm then back up at her the sparkle in her eye he noticed right away its the sparkle she got when she looked at him and only him George’s heart sped up at the thought

 “well its probably not my place but im going to say it anyway ‘cause you look like you havent felt the fire had a little fun hadnt had a smile in a while baby” she sung waiting for his hand slowly he smiled softly at the beautiful girl in front of him Fred looked at her face as she looked at him it was so full of love and kindness he smiled and shook his head at his brother he looked at George and rolled his eyes “you idiot.” Fred whispered before he nudged George with his elbow “dance. Shes asking you to dance with her.” Fred rolled his eyes George glared at Fred “shut up” George said to his twin as he grabbed ____ hand allowing her to pull him up and into the middle of the dance floor he stared deep into her face studying every square inch of her face trying to memorize this moment ____ bit her lip as she put his hand on her hip the hand not holding the mic around his neck slowly rocking back and fourth keeping the mic close to her lips delivering the next line in the song “blue looks good on the sky. Looks good on that neon buzzin on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes” she sung as he brought his other hand to her hip George couldnt help but notice how this… this moment. Him and her together on this dance floor. Just felt right. It felt like the world was slowing down. The crowd that was cheering her on as she sang was getting softer and softer as he started to lead her in the dance he sighed out fluttering his eyes closed, fingers slightlu digging into ladybugs skin… his Ladybug… pulling her closer to him she smiled at the gesture butterflies filling her stomach dancing here. With the bestfriend she was crushing on since third year ‘i really dont feel like going out tonight Fred, Gin. I just want to stay home and finish doing inventory. The shop needs to get this stuff done’ George protested ‘I’ve already done all the inventory and catalogued all products that need to be restocked and created. You and Fred have a to do list to for fill tomorrow morning and over the weekend curtsey of Ginny and i’ ___ smirked ‘you have no excuse. You are getting dressed. And coming with us no ands ifs or buts about it George Fabian Weasley!’ Ginny scolded him ‘has anyone told you that you sound like mum when you yell?’ George smirked at his favorite sibling she pulled out her wand ‘you want to say that again George?’ She said lowly ‘you wouldnt dare’ he said smiling ‘try me’ he smirked at the memory when ____’s voice pulled him out of his memories again

“im tellin’ you you dont need that girl, its so black and white shes stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she looked deeply in his eyes trying to tell him exactly how she felt about him without actually having to say a word Fred leaned into Ginny ‘ten galleons’ he whispered ‘nah. Its going to happen after her birthday theres no way he’s going to jump right in’ Ginny crossed her arms over her chest ‘youre wrong little sister’ Fred chuckled looking back at ____ and George ‘he’s been in love with her since we were six’ Fred huffed ‘i have no idea what he was thinking dating Angelina so long’ Fred added ‘probably didnt want the dynamic to change. Scared of losing her’ Ginny commented looking to her Older brother and then to the dance floor again ‘besides. Im sure mum wins this one. She called it from the start’ Ginny shook her head. George breathed out pulling her body closer to his as they swayed in each others arms he brought his head down to hers as he listened to her sing to him. He thought back through everything how she had comforted him listened to him rant she’d just sit there and listen she didnt say anything she gave him that shoulder to lean and cry on constantly his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to everything. For as long as he could remember its been ____ and George. George and ____. She was the one who helped him fix things with his girlfriend for years how she wanted him to be happy… things finally started to click into place for him everything shes ever done wasnt because she was happy for him it was because she wanted him to be happy even if it wasnt with her he shut his eyes furrowing his brows “I'm not tryna Be another justPick you upKinda guyTryna drink you upTryna take you home” she paused cupping his cheek in her hand making him snap his eyes open again she looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The way she was looking at him in this moment caused Georges mouth to run dry and his heart to stop the nerves and butterflies he felt when he realized that this is how she had always looked at him she had always looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only man she saw. ‘Hey you look dashing’ she walked into the room as he and Fred got ready for ule ball she straightened Georges tie before going to Fred ‘ready?’ She smiled up at Fred glancing back to George ‘Angelina is a lucky girl.’___ commented with a small frown ‘you look beautiful ____’ Fred said as he put the corsage on her hand she pinned his rose to his dress robe jacket George mentally cursed himself for not seeing the hurt in her eyes as the three of them walked out he slightly gripped her hips more dancing a little more enthusiastic as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He bit his lip leaning closer to her noses butting up against each other. He looked into her eyes… his chocolate orbs looking into her ____ ones. The eyes he could stare into for hours and get lost in them she hoped that this song could get him to understand what shes been trying to tell him not knowing he finally understood he understood everything ‘there it is Gin’ Fred commented ‘he finally figured it out for himself’ Fred smirked ‘yeah but that doesnt mean that hes going to do anything about it!’ Ginny whisper yelled to Fred ‘oh come on. Have a little more faith in George’ Fred rolled his eyes again 

“but i don’t understand how another woman can take your sun and turn it ice cold” she sung to him staring straight into his eyes his brown eyes staring back at her as he grabbed her hand and spun her out and back to him intertwining the hands as they danced free hand on her hip much like when they danced together at yule ball only now it wasnt platonic. Not for him. Not anymore. He softly smiled at her placing a small chaste kiss on her head right where her hairline began as they danced together ‘hey hey hey!’ ____ yelled ‘TOO FAR! George shes your girlfriend youre out of line!’ ____ yelled at George after he had yelled at Angelina ‘she was just trying to get you better your hip is broken. And you need the PT!’ ____ yelled again ‘YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY’ ____ stared him down ‘i know youre in pain but you dont get to take it out on her get your ass out of fucking bed and do your fucking PT.’ She scolded ‘i did not take a wall to the back of my head to save Fred just to let you lose your ability to walk’ she muttered as he stared at her blankly for defending his girlfriend ‘thank you ____’ Angelina said while taking the other side helping George walk _____ has always been fearless, George thought to himself spinning her again effortlessly “well, i think ive had enough to drink and its makin’ me think i just might tell you if i was a painter id paint you bright” she sang with gravel in her voice as he dipped her bringing her back up tighter to him swaying again small smile playing at his lips he flushed red as she cupped his face brushing her thumb over his chapped lips catching a tear that shed out of his eye he looked at her with the same amount of adoration she was looking at him with he nuzzled his face into her free hand looking at her trying to communicate what he wanted to say to her through his eyes like how she was with him their entire lives as he danced with her “baby blue looks good on the sky… looks good on that neon buzzing on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes”

she smiled softly at him his breath caught in his throat ‘are you sleeping with ____’ she asked hands on her hips george was taken aback ‘youre crazy shes my best friend theirs nothing going on between me and ____’ he laughed ludicrously ‘do you think im stupid George i see the way you look at her!’ ‘And how do i look at her tell me love seriously youre over reacting!’ ‘You look at her like shes the most important thing in the world youve NEVER looked at me like that and im your girlfriend George!’ She yelled ‘yeah. While youre running around with Blaise Zabini!’ He finally yelled at her ‘YOU THINK I DIDNT KNOW! HES BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE FOURTH AND I SIT BACK AND GRIT MY TEETH CAUSE YOU SAY ITS NOTHING! I RESPECT YOUR FRIENDSHIPS BUT SUDDENLY MINE IS A PROBLEM!’ He yelled ‘suddenly?!? Suddenly?!? Shes always been a problem shes always wanted you!’ She yelled at him chest heaving trying to catch her breath ‘me or her.’ she said crossing her arms over her chest ‘im not doing this with you love’ he mimicked her stance ‘how long have you been sleeping with Blaise’ he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet ‘you came home last week. With his cologne all over you. And a hickey on your ribs. A hand print on your ass. How long have you been cheating on me Ange. I know. So might as well just out with it. You get rid of him then we’ll talk.’ He asked calmly ‘her. Or. Me. Whats it going to be im not doing shit George. Not until that slut is out of your life’ he pinched his head in frustration he laughed a frustrated laugh ‘her.’ Her jaw dropped ‘her because youve already chose him. Now pack your shit and get. Out. Of. My. Flat’ ‘you dont mean that George’ it was her turn to laugh as he flicked his wand her clothes packing itself into a bag ‘i want you out of my flat. Now.’ He re iterated ‘you’re seriously choosing that skank over me!’ She yelled ‘___ never cheated on me. You did. This is the third time ive caught you cheating im done. DONE.’ He yelled ‘I never touched _____. Youve touched Blaise.’ George walked into his room dropping her bag outside the door and locked his door with magic “im telling you you dont need that girl its so black and white she’s stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she brought her nose to his shaking the memory from his head as his hand pulled her hips flush to his as she sang the chorus again “youre amazing ____” he whispered her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. A voice he’s only ever used with his girlfriend before blush creeping to her cheeks “im sorry… im sorry for everything Ladybug… i…. I understand now. I understand it I understand you” he said softly pulling her body closer to his he bit his lip “could you ever forgive me? Im so dumb” he whispered in her ear spinning her again she smiled at him

“Blue aint your color mmmm, mmm no baby come here baby let me light up your world Baby blue aint your color, blue aint your color, blue aint your color” she wrapped the mic arm around his neck foreheads together as her hand came to the back of his neck “theres that smile… that real smile…” she whispered to him “you should wear it more. Its beautiful” she felt his arms tighten again she turned slightly giving the mic away turning her attention back to him “youre beautiful.” He said she wrapped her arm around his neck again foreheads still touching his hot breath on her face “you’re beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, romantic, kind, and caring. All those love letters you helped me write. The advice you gave me for her. Keeping us together for so long. Those cheesy poems you wrote. They werent really for her were they? They were for me. You wrote them for me. Youre in love with me arent you?” Her breath caught in her throat “wipe that scared look off your face because” he breathed out opting to kiss her instead his lips brushed against hers softly when she didnt pull away he placed them fully on hers “i love you ____” he whispered against her lips “Finally” _____ whispered kissing him back “lets go home baby” George whispered into her lips again leading her out of the bar 

Fred smirked at Ginny. "you owe me ten galleons" he laughed watching ____ and his brother leave the bar "shut your face you arse" Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed him the galleons "thank you" Fred smirked

#george weasley #george weasley x fem #george weasleyxreader #george wealsey imagine #fred and george

[weskin-time]

this is so fucking awful and self indulgent so I can understand if you pass this one but can I get wesker w an s/o who uses hewwo speak when reallllly stressed out? I do that irl and it's a bad habit of mine but at the same time I don't wanna stop bc it low-key brings comfort

YOURE THE FIRST PERSON TO SEND ME AN ASK EVER!! THANK YOU! and dont worry, self indulgense is my specialty! im also very sorry for this being a few days late, i havent had any time to write anything because i was making an Ash Williams cosplay for a horror convention i just got back from!!!

I havent proof read this so there might be errors and mistakes! sorry!

im also writing this while very exhausted from a convention so i hope it good!! healing through fanfic >:3 i hope this is close or around anything to what you had in mind!!

when he first hears you talk like that hes gonna give you a blank look

like he would just ask you a question about what you wanted for dinner and you would respond back tiredly in that way of speaking and he would just pause for a second and look at you

"why are you speaking like that?" hes blunt

he doesnt mean it in a bad way hes just,,, confused??

so you explain to him that its a habit of yours to talk that way when youre stressed out and its a semi comforting stress reliever to you

he instantly wants to know whats stressing you out

he said he would take care of it and have it done for you if its causing you to be so stressed

even if its a person or some customers getting under your skin depending on your job

says he has ways of making them never making you stressed again

actually kinda likes the way your way of speaking changes when youre stressed

something about it dripping off your tired lips just makes him want to wrap you up like one of those cat burritos

but he also doesnt want to hear it because it means youre stressed

and he doesnt want you to be stressed

BUT AA CUTE OWO VOICE

if you can pick it up, everytime to speak he just very faintly smiles

or at least his face relaxes a bit more

even if you try to tell him its alright and that you can get it done yourself he will insist that you tell him and let him take care of it

he ushers you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom where he starts to draw a warm bath for you, will even put in a bath bomb of your choice if you wish into the bath

while youre soaking in the warm water trying to relax a bit hes out making your favorite dinner or meal

hell if you want he will make pancakes for dinner or another type of non dinner meal for you

youre sitting in the warm water and just start to melt into it

theres a knock on the door a little while later, its Al telling you your food is ready :)

so now youre full, clean, and some of the stress weight has been lifted off of you knowing your lovely partner is going to help you (or completely take care of) the thing that is stressing you

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"you didn't have to do aww that fow me you know." you say, nuzzling into Wesker's chest. He held you in his arms under the warm covers, you laying on his chest with your arms wrapped around him and his around you. Your chest felt lighter than it had when you first got home for the day, it felt fuzzier.

"I know dearest." he gave you a small kiss to your forhead.

"I weawwy mean it. you do so much fow me awweady and youwe awways busy, i dont want to make you stwessed mowe than you awe just becasue im stwessed." you shift and crane your neck to look at him in this position.

His red eyes stare into yours as a smile finds its way to his lips. "Sweetheart." he paused to kiss your nose, "You're one of the few beings worthy of leading this new world with me. your pretty little head doesnt deserve any stress what so ever, and i mean that."

You felt your face go a tad red and your heart swell. for Wesker being,,, well,, Wesker, he really could be sweet sometimes. You burried your face back into his chest causing him to chuckle, the reverberation sounding so different as you were on his chest.

"I love you dear, and that cute voice youre using." his chuckle then lowers and extends, turning into a soft purring. you shut your eyes and lean into his purring, the sound starting to lull you to sleep.

"I love you too Al."

#i read your blog and saw you loved purring wesker #i really hope i did okay at least on this as this is my first request ever and i wanted to do it justice #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker dbd #resident evil imagine #resident evil wesker #resident evil x reader #fluff #fluff x reader #comfort x reader #how do i tag this

[minjiarchive]

hi! can you write vampire minji x 8th member reader, where minji hasn’t drank blood in a while so she had to do it from reader, except she gets addicted to reader’s blood and can’t seem to drink another one?

TASTE : vamp minji x (fem!reader)

a/n- this is some edward and bella shit going on 💀

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minji's eyes darkened each time you saw her, she hasnt been fed in almost a week. none of the others blood seem to satisfy her enough. you started to get worried for her when you noticed that her red pupils changed to a darker color.

"are you okay babe? your eyes are changing color and im assuming it's because of your thirst."

she grew thirstier each second and not for anyone elses blood but for yours. shes only tasted your blood once and she cant keep herself away from you for the past few days. minji didnt want to hurt you but she cant bring herself to ask to drink from you.

you sat her down on the couch and held her hand. she felt your heart starting to race when you saw her stare deepened, her eyes full of desire.

"tell me what's wrong? why havent you been drinking from, it isnt good for you." she shrugged, she looked you up and down once again and noticed blood on your lips. licking her lips, "oh yeah, i was bleeding for some reason im not too sure why."

minji caressed your thigh with her hand, trying to keep herself from leaning in already and sucking the blood of your lips. "let me grab a tissue so i can wipe the blood from my lips." she sat you down quickly, preventing you from getting up. pushing you back gently on the couch arm.

"please let me kiss you y/n." already putting her face close to yours, you raised your eyebrows and grinned before giving her a reassuring nod. her lips connected with yours, feeling her sucking on your lip quickly. her tongue slipping out to finish getting all the left over blood.

her body slowly grinding on yours because of how much pleasure you gave her especially during these moments.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher jiu #jiu scenarios #jiu imagines

[iridawn]

damn shes using this blog for lore dumps????

somethings ive touched upon only really briefly in my stories/the iridescent bonds continuity, but i havent had the full extent to explore (and likely won't EVER) is dawn's prior relationship, the one with hilda, the protag from gen 5.

while it isnt ever really important, it does kind of influence why she feels in certain ways during iridescent bonds. and, of course, being the Fool i am, ive already got a full idea of what that was like, and all that jazz. ive never really had an excuse to bring it up, and i dont think i ever will. which is fine, although i am a bit sad that character info won't really have a use

...so, here it is, if one is truly interested

Dawn and Hilda met at a Champion Summit about 1 year after Dawn became Champion, where she too was a somewhat fresh addition to the League. Dawn was about 16 or so, give or take, and Hilda was around 16-17 as well.

The two hit it off pretty well, as they were both pretty similar in a lot of ways. Both enjoyed battling a lot, both had dealt with a lot, and they had a few common interests, as well. Dawn appreciated how good she was, as well. They seemed to hit it off pretty well, so they exchanged contact info after the event, keeping up with one another as the months went by. Dawn was glad to make a new friend.

But, of course, those feelings turned into something a little more. She knew Hilda wasn't straight, so she mustered up her courage, and after a few months of them talking and maybe-sorta flirting, she asked Hilda out.

And she said yes!

A long distance relationship, sure, but the Pokemon world's a lot easier for that, so they found lots of time to visit one another, making trips to Unova or Sinnoh. For a while, things seemed great, and they were getting along well, and all that, for about a year of so.

...But Dawn felt like something was missing in it.

Not that Hilda was a bad girlfriend or anything, or that Dawn was a bad girlfriend - literally the farthest thing from. But, despite how close they had gotten, things still felt... distant, and they only seemed to grow moreso as time went on. Not that they were neglecting eachother or not showing care for the other, but just that things felt... off.

Hilda seemed like she always had something else on her mind, and while Dawn didn't mind, it worried her to an extent. Dawn, as well, felt as if she wasn't doing enough. But neither of them had been in a relationship before, so it makes sense things would be awkward.

It was about a year when Dawn brought this up to Hilda, being somewhat concerned about what was going on. "What are we," that kind of thing.

...And they were both honest with themselves - things weren't working out super hot.

Hilda was always busy, looking into leads to finding her best friend, N. He had disappeared years ago, and Hilda was desperate to find him again. Dawn respected this, of course, but it still felt unfortunate.

Dawn was often busy as well, training and practising for what it took to be a League champ, as she was very dedicated to being the best and keeping that title (especially after a rocky performance at the first Summit...), and while Hilda was doing this as well, Dawn's schedule often clashed with her own, which she seemed a little upset by.

Neither of them was in the wrong more than the other - they were both making mistakes. But this was okay, right?

"We can work things out, can't we?"

"...We could, but I need to be honest with myself."

Hilda needed to find N.

She loved Dawn, truly. And she didn't regret a single second of being with her. But, and she'd never say this to Dawn, N was who she was really longing for. He was her best friend, but he was also someone she deeply loved.

Hilda felt awful for it, but her relationship with Dawn felt like it was simply filling that hole in her heart for her, and that she wasn't really feeling it as much as she should. Dawn deserved better than something being meant to fill the gap.

She didn't say this to Dawn, but just stated that N was someone she needed to find. And, that, she was going to travel the world to find him. Dawn could follow if she wanted, but she figured that wouldn't be what she wanted.

Dawn, similarly not wanting to say it saying it, felt as if she had flung herself into this because she was lonely.

She's 16, going through hormones, and was touch starved. You make some rash decisions on romance when you do, it happens!

She also loved Hilda, but as time went on, it was clear it was just the both of them getting together to fill blank spaces in their hearts, and that things weren't working out as smooth as they could.

So, on good terms, they split apart. They both greatly appreciated eachother, and they were both grateful to leave on mutual terms. No bad blood, no bridges burned - they just realized that things weren't working out 100%.

And with Hilda taking her leave to go seek N out, Dawn was left alone once more.

And she felt awful about it.

Flinging herself into a relationship just to feel something, just because she was feeling lonely? Just because she couldn't control how bizarre the emotion of love felt? Dawn felt utterly ridiculous, and she didn't want to do something like this ever again. She was still lonely, but she had to be much more stern about it to herself. She had to put her foot down.

But the pain was still there. The pain that she messed things up, the pain that she felt like, in some capacity, that she had hurt Hilda. What could she have done differently? Would it even be a good idea? How did she know she wasn't going to just do this again the first second she got?

But she still wanted that affection, that closeness with someone. If she was this desperate for it, then would she ever find it in a meaningful way, or would her stupid, ridiculous brain force her to just fling herself into the first chance she got? (This is how she was thinking about it, fwiw)

Dawn beat herself up a lot after this. Lucas, being her best friend, comforted her a lot during these times, as did her mother. And it did help, really. But that fear of having this happen again, of fucking up her chances to find love by just flinging herself into the first relationship she found, really stung.

This, to her, felt like a wakeup call that she had to be more reserved with this kind of thing. She couldn't do this again - she didn't want to.

...Of course, a couple of months later (let's say half a year), Dawn gets flung into Hisui...

So it all works out!

(Basically, her last relationship left her with a lot of worries and fears, because of it basically being a fling. She needed to be way more reserved, to be more careful. Even when her heart yearned, she had to be smarter about it. She didn't want to hurt others, and she certainly didn't want to hurt herself.)

Hope this all didn't seem too mean! I love Hilda, but I just think this is an interesting idea, so this is what's stewed in my brainmind for almost a full dang year.

#jewel box lite #kinda anyway #hopefully this isnt too much! its just something interesting i always dwell on #the curses of worldbuilding...

[andro-dino]

Hey! It’s CureDeity (sorry tumblr makes me ask from my main). I am here, in your inbox today, to rattle my little empty coin can and ask you to list some of your favorite beyblade fanfics! I’m going around asking a lot of people this, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I thought this might be a good way for people to shout out some of the fanfic they really enjoy! Btw, if you can, I thought it would be helpful to list which site this fic was on so others could find it easier if they wanted to. Also, if you’ve written any fic (or have fic ideas, as we all know, imagining the same scene over and over again is the bread and butter of a writer), please also take this chance to have a massive, amazing ego and tell us which of your fics you're most proud of/is your favorite/etc.

WOOO LETS GO

I don’t read a ton of fics, mostly because I just don’t like reading as a whole and usually don’t have the energy for it, so I apologize if I skip over anyone

All of these are going to be on ao3 because I’ll die before I seriously venture into the wastelands (wattpad and ffnet)

So, starting with my own fics, tbh I tend to hate most of them immediately after I post them, but the two I’m most proud of still are A Confrontation and Hyoma’s Experience in Perpetual Loneliness. Both focus on characters with a lot of angst potential and I still really like how they came out. Confrontation made me genuinely upset while writing it so I was pretty dang confident in it, while Perpetual Loneliness explored a more bittersweet kind of feeling and the complexities of Hyoma’s attachment issues and ways of coping with loneliness in his life that i really like to develop. Also a shameless excuse to write soft domestic kyohyotsu, which is always a plus.

As for you deity, obviously you have a lot of bangers and carry the fanfic side of this fandom on your back, but a couple of my personal favorites from you are the one you made for me with a title too long for me to want to type it out and Ursa Minor. I love the gift fic for the super interesting story, wonderful interactions between starbreaker, emotional scenes that made me sob, and investment I felt in Faust and Zeo’s relationship, AND OBVS YOURE A FUCKING MADLAD FOR WRITING ME A 27K FIC WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU (I still have fanart I need to make of that btw I will get to it eventually I prommy). And Ursa Minor was one that I read early on getting into the fandom and it’s just really gentle and sweet and I liked it a lot. Obviously all your fics are bangers but those are my personal favs.

@lady-lazagna has so many bangers too it’s also hard to choose just a few. The first one that came to mind for me was her mayblade collection, which is just full of absolute bangers all the way through, and then I also remembered Warm Welcome Home because it was cute and made me laugh and I am indeed a sucker for tsujack content

OBVIOUSLY I can’t go without mentioning @heybeyby ‘s fdwdbg because as soon as shekel pitched the idea to me we talked about it for genuinely like 6 hours straight. Every time she brings up a new idea for it I start spinning around at rapid speeds and I am so excited to see how it takes the story in the future because it is gonna be so goddamn good.

One of my favorite fics ever of all time without a doubt is Irisviel101’s Chrysanthemum , which is probably obvious coming from me because it’s a takanosuke and sakyo centric fic, BUT IT IS SO GODDAMN GOOD AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND IT MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE EVERY TIME I READ IT AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH GOD ITS SO GOOD PLS READ IT IF YOU HAVENT

I also can’t go without mentioning Gesso by Arcylic because I absolutely adore how they wrote jack and Zeo together and it’s what made me absolutely fall in love with their friendship dynamic, and what originally inspired me to write Zeo’s Experience in Team Starbreaker

This one. This one goes without saying anything. I just totally adore it and I love the dynamics explored between the characters here.

There’s probably definitely some I’m forgetting here but these are a good couple I wanted to highlight

BUT ALSO.

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL RECENTLY. I CANNOT REMEMBER WHEN THIS KYOYA/TSUBASA FIC WAS POSTED BUT I READ IT AGES AGO AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT BUT I CANNOT FIND IT NOW. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO POSTED IT OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED AND ALL I HAVE OF IT IS THIS SCREENSHOT

I fucking loved this fic and I have no idea what happened to it

#praying I got all those links right #i was gonna add something else in the tags but I completely forgot what I was gonna say