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norman-fucking-reedus · 2 months

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I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing! I was hoping I could request a one-shot where Daryl and fem!reader are married. They are working on separate outdoor projects but Daryl can’t stop watching the reader throughout the day. The dirtiest thoughts cross his mind as he watches her. Later that evening when they are home and finally alone he recreates all those thoughts with her throughout the night. Daryl has a pleasure and praise kink, includes oral, Daryl loves going down on the reader!

*Set during later Alexandria or Commonweath era (Daryl never goes to France!)

STOP IT RIGHT TF NOW ANON CAUSE WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF A PLEASURE KINK. DROOLING RN

Heres me admitting im only on season 9 of TWD so this takes place in Alexandria 😿

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Daryl was going to simply pass away and die.

He hated his own mind for it’s never-ending thoughts, even more so when he had a literal job to be doing. His racing thoughts had been distracting him the whole day, occasionally using the wrong tool, knocking something over, and even almost spilling all the oil at one point.

It was just the way your hips looked, so well rounded in those jeans, shirt clinging to your body as you walked quickly with your own tasks in mind, not noticing your husband’s hardcore staring.

His mind was bursting with thoughts of what horribly dirty things he wanted to do to you. Sometimes he physically can’t wrap his head around how he ended up with someone like you. All Daryl could think about was just how bad he wanted to fuck you, cock already stirring to life in his pants.

No. No. He had to stay focused. He couldn’t be seen not doing his task and also now needed to hide the tent forming in his pants. It was worse that he was out in the open, having been assigned to work on the cars to keep them running longer.

You had been assigned to ask around to see what was needed for the next run, only for some reason you had timed yourself to get to everyone in under an hour, hence your quick pace and focused gaze. Daryl had seen you walk past at least three times, each time you sped past while furiously scribbling on a notepad. He felt like a teenager watching and obsessing over his crush.

God, he was so ready to blow himself up, staring down at under the hood of one of the cars used for runs. He forced his mind to focus on fixing shit instead of wandering off. Rick had been saying that the brakes had been failing, only Daryl couldn’t exactly do much without a jackstand.

He decided to test the car battery instead since it had been having trouble starting. Stepping around the car to the toolbox, he almost tripped as you bumped right into him. “Bulky bitch!” You yelped as you fell down onto your ass, dropping your pen and paper. Daryl gently but quickly pulled you to your feet, picking your stuff up. “Tha’ hell ya runnin’ from girl?” He stepped closer to you, sliding a hand to your waist. “I’m a very busy woman with places to be and times to beat” You rolled your eyes, yet smiled softly at Daryl. “Too busy fer me now?” You nodded, leaning up as if to kiss him but going for his ear instead. “Very busy” You whispered sweetly, placing a faint kiss on his cheek before speeding away again.

Daryl simply stood there with his cock straining harshly against the fabric of his pants, cock pulsating as he could feel himself leaking pre-cum. He should just blow his goddamn brains out, now.

He slammed the hood of the car shut and climbed inside, dropping his head onto the steering wheel. It felt like his head was about to fall off with how many filthy thoughts were flooding in. You were the biggest tease and absolutely knew it, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to silence his brain, hands gripping the steering wheel. He wasn’t about to jerk off inside a car with the clearest windows ever, at that point he might as well do it out in the open.

While Daryl was suffering silently, you were simply serene as you rocked on the porch swing of your house, turning in the list to Rick right before your timer hit fifteen minutes. You toyed with the ring on your finger, smiling down as you thought of how Daryl refused to get you something small. He had found a jewelry shop out on a secret run and spent an hour overthinking and questioning himself before finding the perfect ring. It was a sliver band with clusters of smaller diamonds around a larger one that so happened to be the shape of a skull, matching the one he wore every day. He smashed the glass without a second thought.

You smile fondly, also remembering that the same man was probably struggling to do his work. Getting him super worked up was your favorite thing to do as he basically melted in your hands the second he stepped foot inside.

Speaking of inside, you had stepped in earlier to change out your underwear, switching into a black thong you found. You could practically feel Daryl’s hands roaming your body, shivers running down your spine at the tingling sensation.

Whilst you were enjoying yourself, Daryl was still sitting in the car, staring down at the steering wheel as he tried to focus his mind on anything else, aside from the cocky sway of your hips, and the ghost of your lips against his ears.

He needed to get off badly. The only thing really stopping him were these shitty windows, however he proceeded to begin rubbing his hand on his clothed cock, letting out a shaky moan. Daryl slammed his hands back onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he tried to recenter himself. He thought for a moment, sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

The car door swung open and he kicked it shut behind him, walking quickly to avoid anyone who might wanna talk, quickly making his way back home. He passed Carol, who was sitting out on her swing. She waved and he gave a short wave back, trying his hardest to keep his hard-on concealed as he sped past.

He stepped heavily up the stairs, the wooden porch creaking under his weight as he opened and shut the front door. It was remotely quiet as he kicked his shoes off next to yours, tearing his shirt off as he stomped upstairs to your shared bedroom, where he found you in one of his shirts lying on your stomach reading a book, closing it at the sound of your husband's arrival. “Already stripping nude for me, Dixon?” You pushed yourself onto your knees and he approached the bed, grabbing your face rougher than intended and crashing his lips onto yours.

It seemed like in that moment, Daryl’s hyperactive mind finally shut itself down, his shoulders relaxing as his hands held your soft face, licking into your mouth desperately. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers splayed out on his upper back as he moved to join you on the bed, readjusting you so your legs rested comfortably on either side of his hips. There was a burning desire in his gut as he sucked harshly on your skin, grinding against you as he did.

Daryl’s hands stayed locked at your hips, massaging and groping the flesh as he continued marking up your whole body, practically eating you. He reached your boobs and ran his tongue over the right one and started to suck deep marks into the sensitive flesh.

His hips picked up speed, becoming erratic before burying his face in space between your boobs, shaking as he literally came in his pants. It was the hottest thing you’d seen. “Feeling better?” You whispered breathlessly, watching him groan and lift himself sluggishly off your chest. “M’not done yet” His words were slightly slurred as he leaned back on his knees, hands fumbling to undo his pants.

You eventually reached down to unzip his zipper, and he was back on you instantly, shoving his boxers down enough to free his hard and dripping cock, precum pouring from the puffy tip. “God, Daryl, you’re so needy tonight” You moaned as he pulled down your pajama shorts, eyes staring down at the black thong. “Yes tha’ hell I am” He whispered, hands sliding up your sides and he slid down, cock pulsing as he got a look at your cunt even with the thong on. There was just so much he wanted to do to you that it was overwhelming his senses.

He ran his tongue up and in between your folds, tasting you through the measly garment. He rubbed circles in your clit as his tongue explored every inch, slipping past the thong and into your entrance, causing your brain to short-circuit as he worked you to release, especially since his own was drying in his underwear. Alongside his tongue, Daryl eased two fingers in, stretching and scissoring you open, his tongue going in much deeper and curling. “Fuck yes, baby just like that” You bit your bottom lip harshly, sliding your own fingers down to stimulate your clit, knowing how to push yourself off the edge quicker. He got so fucking hard at the sight of you playing with yourself, even more so that it was your ring finger, the diamond skull standing out as your fingers sped up. Daryl pulled his tongue out, continuing to move his fingers as he licked your clit, a strangled sob coming from you as you came.

Daryl settled for unleashing another attack on your torso while you recovered from your orgasm, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting at the smooth flesh of your stomach, one hand holding your thigh over his shoulder, and the other resting right by your boob, his thumb teasingly stroking the skin under it. He felt every curse, moan and gasp you let out, licking right in between your already marked boobs, kissing the junction of your throat all the way up to your lips. The head of his cock nudged your pussy slightly, and the heat of the kiss had you dizzy. “C’mon handsome, I can’t wait much longer” You batted your lashes at him, running your hand down his one of his big arms, your ring shimmering in the dim lamp light.

Your other hand slid in between your bodies to shift your soaked thong to the side, pulling him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist. He used one hand to steady his cock, and gripped the headboard as he slammed in, two of you moaning in unison. Daryl’s cock was more sensitive than ever, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he readjusted himself, pounding roughly into you as you gripped his bicep.

Daryl’s thrusts were relentless as he kept his pace up, bed creaking and headboard slamming as he panted like a dog, watching the way his cock was sliding in and out of you, a giant wet spot forming on his jeans as he showed no signs of stopping. “My big strong man, always fucking me so good with your fat cock” You bit down on your lips as one of your hands came to rest on his cheek. He turned his face to the side, kissing your palm while staring into your eyes with a lovingly lustful gaze. “M’all yers, m’gon always give my woman wha’ she wants” His voice was raspy and breathless against your hand before he locked your fingers together, pinning your hands onto the mattress and dipping his head down to press his forehead against yours, simply panting into each others spaces.

From how tightly you were holding hands, your rings dug into one another’s fingers, and it only turned Daryl on more. You were his and he was yours. “M’so proud ta call ya Mrs. Dixon. Gon fill ya up w all my kids” He whispered, bumping his strangely cold button nose against yours. “Let’s just start with one?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears, and by the way Daryl’s hips had sped up you could tell he was close “Not one now!” You shrieked, nails digging into his hands as he railed your sweet spot, orgasm already hitting him incredibly hard as he practically laughed in your ear from how hard he came, pulling out just a little too late.

He fell on top of you, but recoiled when something wet touched his navel, eyes flickering down to see his cum soaking into the black fabric of your thong and seeping out your hole. “Gonna clean that up for me?” You winked suggestively at him, and he lowered himself to be eye level with your messy cunt, massive hands spreading you further apart as he licked his lips. “Yes ma’am”

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I made myself very horny writing this but I also kept falling asleep as I was writing

also I based both rings off Normans ring :3 (he should put his finger in my body)

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gojoluvs · 8 months

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Forever yours.

Chapter 2

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

The only reason why you even agreed to marry him was for your father. Now you wish you could go back in time and reject the offer.

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating, mean gojo,

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you'd like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message also sorry for the spelling errors I didn’t have time to edit.

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"Satoru..." Trying to grab his arm he looked at you with disgust laced in his eyes. Sighing he walked away from you leaving you all alone in this stupid engagement party his Father was having.

You were wearing a beautiful black dress with an incredible blue gem in the middle of the top. The dress was a bit tight and short than you expected. Standing all alone you were disappointed that he hadn't tried to at least get along with you. Yeah you might've been the cause, the reason why Satoru had to end his relationship with his so called lover. But he didn't have to go out of his way and treat you like shit.

You regret it too. It was a difficult decision for both of us, but you had to make it for the sake of your families. You didn't want to hurt Satoru, but you had to do what was best for yourself. Wishing things had been different, but it was the only way.

You knew Satoru would forever hold a grudge against you but you weren't going to give up. At least to try and get you two in speaking terms is enough. You didn't want to be alone forever and if you did have a child then you'd have to at least ne in speaking terms with Satoru.

"Y/n?" Walking towards you with a gentle smile she had obviously put great effort into keeping her composure, but you could sense the sadness in her voice and see the pain in her eyes.

Even though she was trying to mask her true feelings, you knew that deep down, she was hurting. You wanted to reach out and comfort her, but you knew there was nothing you could say or do to make the situation better.

"Hello," bowing your head in respect you smiled back at her. Watching how her hands clutched onto her dress.

Her heart clenched as she looked at you, her eyes burning with rage. She didn't know why you were so calm and composed while she was filled with pain and sorrow. Jiyuu wanted to lash out, to scream and shout, but instead she just seethed with anger. She silently vowed to make you suffer for taking away the one thing she wanted the most. The man who she desperately loved so much she would even kill for him.

Suddenly you felt chills flowering in your back. Looking away from Jiyuu, you spotted your now husband staring at you. You could almost feel the sadness radiating from him as he slowly walked away, his shoulders slumped in defeat. You knew that he still loved his ex-lover and wished he had married her instead of you. Your heart filled with sorrow as you watched him disappear into the crowd wishing you could have done something to make things right.

"Have you met his parents yet? If you haven't im just here to leave a small piece of advice," Moving closer, Jiyuu leaned towards you telling you words that hurt you so bad.

“When you meet his parents try and not home-wreck their relationship like how you did to mine." She spat with venom in her voice. You knew she hated you for marrying her lover but you couldn't help it, it was an arranged marriage. You felt your heart sink and you were speechless.

You knew Jiyuu was bitter and angry but you never expected her to be so cruel. You wanted to tell her that it wasn't your fault and you didn't mean to hurt her but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You were taken aback by her words, you felt the tears welling up in your eyes and the lump in your throat growing bigger.

You wanted to say something in your defense, but you knew there was nothing you could say to make Jiyuu understand. You just wanted to be free of her venomous words and be away from her presence. Taking a few steps back, you turned around and walked away with your head bowed, feeling the weight of Jiyuu's words on your heart.

Feeling tears falling down your cheeks you ran towards the restroom excusing yourself from the party. Entering the restroom you went inside a stall. Covering your mouth with your hand you cried after the conversation with Jiyuu.

You just wanted to go back and time and never have this arranged marriage with Satoru. You felt utterly helpless and desperate. You knew there was no way out and you had to accept your fate. You had no choice but to marry Satoru and there was no way to escape it. You felt like you were suffocating in the stall as the reality of the situation hit you. You wiped your tears away and took a few deep breaths, knowing that you had to go back to the party and face Satoru.

Walking out the stall you saw how your face was ruined. Seeing your face a mess after crying for so long your makeup was smudged. Trying your best to fix it you grabbed a piece of paper and ran it over some warm water

rubbing away all the smudged mascara. Thinking about how you were so embarrassed that everyone saw you run towards the restroom with tears in your eyes. You slowly looked up into the mirror, your eyes still red and puffy from the tears.

Reaching for the paper towel, you dabbed at your eyes, trying to get rid of the last traces of tears. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself, knowing that you had to go back out there and face everyone.

To face Satoru's disgusted gaze and Jiyuu's face that basically screamed at you every chance she got to look at you. After this party you were set to go to your honeymoon with Satoru at Santorini. All alone with him for 3 days would be the worst. You both didn't even want to go knowing what would happen if you did. Honeymoons are basically just another word for the recently married couple to have sex in that day. No one else can tell me that they had a Honeymoon with no sex.

Walking outside the restroom you were shocked to see Satoru leaning on the wall.

"Took you long enough, tch" he scoffed seeing your slightly puffy eyes his gaze turned into confusion instead of its regular nasty and cruel one.

"What's wrong why were you crying." Walking closer to you he tilted his head. For once Satoru actually was talking to you despite being married for a whole week now.

This was the most words he's ever said to you. Maybe it was because you were in public or maybe it was because he was genuinely concerned for you but you knew it was the first option. Even if you got shot Satoru would end up looking the other way instead of helping you, why? Maybe because in his mind you were a treacherous witch in his eyes. You were the reason why his happiness was taken away. The reason why he would never even care about your well being.

"Nothing." Feeling another tear fall he pulled you closer. Pulling his hand to wipe away your tear. Embracing you he put his hand on your waist and one on top of your head.

"If anything's wrong just tell me."

Oh you wished those words actually were true. You wished that his actions were genuinely real but to your surprise you could see two people standing to your far right. Turning your head to get a closer look you saw his father watching the entire scene unfold.

Of course.

You should've known this was all for show. You should've known better to actually think this man even cared about you. You had to face the truth that this marriage was nothing more than an arrangement. You felt like your heart was being crushed and all you wanted to do was break away from him. You knew you had to be strong and not let your emotions take control.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled back and said, "Let go of me."

You could feel the tension in the air as Satoru slowly intertwined his fingers in yours. His grip was tight, almost too tight, and you could tell that this was all part of the act, a show for his father.

You tried to give him a reassuring glance but he simply looked away, a stoic expression on his face. "Hello father."

Slightly bowing Satoru got back up, pulling you closer to him. Before you married into this family you knew that Satoru had lost his mother in a young age.

His father remarrying twice already this being the second time he's engaged. Satoru and a rocky relationship with his father. He hated his dad for remarrying so fast after his mother died of a sudden illness. He had his suspicion that his father murdered his mother to marry another women.

"I see you're getting engaged again." You could feel the change in the atmosphere once Satoru said that to his father.

Already having a grudge against his father Satoru couldn't stand seeing his dad remarry again. He felt a wave of anger and resentment wash over him as he looked at his father. He had been expecting this announcement for a while, but it still didn't make it any easier to hear.

He wanted to shout and scream at his father, but instead he kept his silence and forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Why are you so concerned on what I do. Shouldn't you be more concerned on your now wife crying and sprinting towards the restroom? If I'd to say, you look like a rather extraordinary husband." Giving his son a fake smile you could feel Satoru squeeze your hand tighter than before.

He hated his father so much.

Scoffing Satoru rolled his eyes at his father. "We should get going we don't want to be late and miss the plane."

Walking away Satoru "accidentally" bumped into his father. With a scowl on his face he looked at fathers new fiancé. Satoru did not want to be in the same room as his father's new fiance, let alone look at her.

He was angry and resentful towards his father for moving on so quickly after his mother's death. He didn't want to accept the fact that his father had found someone new. Sending him a clear message of his disapproval. Grabbing Gojo by the shoulder his father stopped him before whispering words that were never going to leave your mind.

"Don't mess things up with her. If you do I will kill you satoru."

Pulling his shoulder back all he could do was let out a frustrated sigh. Walking away from the party you both were alone. Waiting for Satoru private driver to get here and escort you back home where you could get your luggage and a change of clothes.

"You might want to wear something warm it's going to be cold when we get there." Looking at him you could see him close his eyes and move his head more up. He had eye bags and his skin was drier than before.

It was obvious that Satoru wasn't sleeping at night. Remembering that you were still holding his hand you quickly looked down. Seeing his tight grasp on your hand you couldn't help but smile a little. He might've forgot that he was holding your hands or maybe he actually knew he still was and wanted a sense of comfort. Either way you didn't care, all that mattered now was that Satoru was slowly warming up to you.

Feeling his warm hand you felt saddened. Maybe this was a way of comfort that Jiyuu had. Maybe she had held his hand one time when something like that happened to Satoru.

Remembering how Toji would clasp his hands with yours you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Wondering how Toji was doing now. You had tried to reach out to him after the wedding, but he never responded. You felt guilty for not being able to do more to help him, but you knew that it would be difficult for him to accept your help.

You hoped that Toji was doing better and had found a way to move on. But deep down you wished that Toji would wait for you. Even though it might be long you desperately wished that he would wait until you divorced Satoru and marry him instead but you knew you were reaching too far to something that would never happen.

Even if you both were lovers for 2 years you knew he wouldn't wait long enough for you. You just wanted him to find his own woman he could call his wife even though you desperately wanted to be that woman.

"Are you listening?" Gazing at you, you completely forgot that Satoru was here.

"No, sorry I spaced out." Watching him pull his hand back you felt your heart break even more. You desperately wanted this marriage to work so bad but you knew Satoru didn't feel the same way.

"When we get to the cave houses please text your mother we made it safely. I don't want her blowing up my phone again." Finally seeing the black Cadillac pull up in front of the beautiful mansion you walked towards it completely ignoring what your husband had said.

Getting inside the car you were met with a wave of coldness, sighing you felt chills run down your spine.

"Please take us to my house." With a nod the driver close the small opening leaving you with an uncomfortable silence. You could hear Satoru talk but all you could focus on was the fact you felt sleepy all of a sudden.

'I'll close my eyes just for a bit' closing your tired eyes you felt yourself drift to sleep. It was only for a few minutes, just until you got to the house to change out of this dress you thought. Falling into a deep slumber all you dreamed of was having a happy family witn Toji.

Seeing his familar warmth when he hugged you, your dream self cried. Hugging him harder. He kissed you. Feeling his familiar soft lips on your you felt happy. You felt at peace hoping that this was real.

Putting your hand on your baby bump you rubbed it smiling at the small jokes Toji was cracking. He loved seeing his pregnant wife laugh at every single joke he said. "What are we going to name this little one?"

Bending down Toji kissed your small baby bump. You could say you were about a few months in. "What about Sota? Its cute isn't it." Placing another quick kiss on your lips he pulled you closer.

"Yeah, as long as we both like it. Sota's perfect." Giving him a small kiss on the cheek you were about to caress his cheek before you woke up. Feeling a pair of arms taking off your dress. Bringing you back to reality. Remembering that you were stuck in this universe. The universe were you weren't married to Toji but rather married to Satoru Gojo.

"What are you doing." Grabbing a pillow you covered yourself, seeing yourself only wearing your undergarments.

"Why are you acting all shy. We're married aren't we." Handing you a pair of sweats and a green sweater you quickly changed into it.

"We might be married but that doesn't mean you have my consent to take my clothes off." You spat back grabbing a hair tie, tying your hair up.

"You were sleeping, you looked peaceful so I wasn't planning on waking you up." Changing his shirt this was the first time you've ever seen Satoru change in front of you.

"You could've woke me up." Pursing your lips you were about to protest some more before Satoru got up.

"Lets go I don't want to miss the flight" grabbing your wrist he pulled you out the door. What the hell was wrong with this man.

Before you knew it you were boarding the plane. Having to sit with your husband for 11 hours. Leaving New York for 3 days all you wanted to do was go back and be alone, but you had to face your husband wether you liked it or not.

Grabbing your luggage you were met with Satoru’s bored face. You sighed and stepped out of the airport, following Satoru in silence.

You had been through a lot in the last week, and the thought of having to take a honeymoon with someone you barely knew was daunting. You had both agreed to this marriage out of obligation, and now here you were, starting the second chapter of your life. He was the son of a wealthy family, and you had been arranged to marry him for the sake of both of your families. You had never expected to be in this situation, but here you were, on your way to a honeymoon you both dreaded.

All you wanted to do was get to the house that Satoru rented for 3 days. The whole ride to the home was silent.

The air was filled with an indescribable uncomfortableness. “I expect that you shall be my wife whenever, wherever, however I need you to be.” Looking at him with a confused look you pursed your lips.

“Where you go, I go. When I need you, you come. Just until we have an heir and we both agree on a divorce.” Satoru said. You felt the breath leave your lungs as you processed his words.

You knew he meant them as a way of showing commitment to each other but it felt like an ultimatum. You slowly exhaled and nodded, unable to find words to respond. You weren't sure if you were ready for this type of commitment, but you knew you had no choice.

“Why do I have to follow your rules.” You scoffed.

“Because you were to the one who agreed to marry me, now you will agree with whatever I do.” He spat back.

Finally entering the house you were shocked to see the beautiful house Satoru has rented. You joyfully ran towards the small opening to see the beautiful view. ‘Perched on the cliffs of the Caldera, a house in Santorini offers breathtaking views of the Aegean Sea. Inside, the house is decorated with classic Greek architecture and décor, with white walls, blue accents, and terracotta rooftops.The terrace is the perfect place to watch the sun set over the ocean, and the nearby beaches are perfect for swimming and sunbathing.’ You had read online, and every single thing that article said was completely true. You fell in love with this house.

Going outside the small cave house you saw the most beautiful scenery. The clouds were completely gone and you could see the stars twinkling in the night sky, and the shimmering reflections of the moonlight on the surface of the sea.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a soothing melody that filled the air. The cool breeze was a welcome respite from the heat of the day, and you could smell the salty tang of the ocean. You took in the beauty of the night, feeling grateful for the moment. You took in a deep breath of the salty air, feeling the gentle breeze against your skin.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing and calming. Completely forgetting that Satoru was staring at you while you admired the outside of the house. Thankfully you had a private jacuzzi and a small bed close to it.

Not paying attention to your husband you quickly ran to change into a bathing suit to dip your body inside the jacuzzi. Without a second thought, you grabbed your swimsuit and rushed to put it on. You were eager to feel the warm water of the jacuzzi against your skin and forget all the stress of the day. As you stepped inside the pool, you felt your worries slowly melting away.

“You’re getting inside at 1:25am in the night?” Satoru had his shirt off. Crossing his arms he scoffed seeing you nod before dipping your whole entire body inside the jacuzzi.

All you had been dreaming about was being able to enjoy the day in Santorini, enjoying the view by yourself. Even if Satoru was going to mess this honeymoon up all you wanted to do was make it worth a while. Even if it meant spending every single second by yourself. You had been looking forward to this trip for so long, and you were not going to let Satoru ruin it for you. You were determined to make the most of it, and you knew that you could have a great time alone if you just let go and enjoyed the moment. You took a deep breath and embraced the beauty of the island.

Placing your arms on the tip of the jacuzzi you sighed. You would’ve loved to come to this place with Toji.

“What are you doing?” Confused as to why Satoru decided to take his shirt off he changed into shorts. Walking towards you he also went inside the jacuzzi. Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I would’ve loved to come here with her.” He silently whispered.

You felt your heart ache at the mention of Satoru’s past lover. You knew Satoru would never even consider you anything because this marriage was arranged. You couldn't help but feel like a third wheel, like you were an intruder in his own memory.

You knew he didn't want this, didn't want to be here with you, and it made your heart heavy. You wanted to give him the space he needed to process his emotions, so you silently stepped away from him. Moving to the far corner of the jacuzzi. It broke your heart how he was so open about her in front of you. Despite knowing that he will never love you, you just wanted your best to have your little self fulfill her dream.

The dream to have a marriage full of love and excitement but unfortunately for you this marriage was the opposite. There was absolutely no way Satoru would ever fall for you. He was determined to make it clear to you that this marriage meant nothing to him.

Feeling him grab your waist he pulled you closer to him. Feeling his bare back on yours. Wrapping his arms around your waist he kissed your shoulder.

“What are you doing.” You said disgust filling your voice. With a sigh he separated himself from you.

“The faster we have sex, the faster I can get you pregnant and finish this marriage.” Grabbing you he pulled you out of the jacuzzi.

Placing a towel on top of the bed he pushed you into it. You felt a wave of anger and disappointment wash over you. You wanted to scream and throw something, but all you could do was lay there silently as he began to undress. He was so focused on his goal that he didn't even notice the tears streaming down your face.

Basically ripping off your swimsuit he threw it on the floor before he took of his shorts. Seeing you bare naked he couldn’t help but feel disgusted. “I can’t even get hard looking at your body, you’re so pathetic.” He spat. He stepped closer to you, his icy blue eyes staring deeply into yours.

You could feel his breath on your skin as he hovered over you, his face contorted in anger. You felt helpless and exposed, his words cutting into you like a knife. You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you quickly tried to cover yourself with your hands. You were ashamed of your body, feeling inadequate and exposed.

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze, and tears began to well up in your eyes. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, squeezing it tightly as if to punish you for his own inadequacy.

“Don’t cover yourself, it’s embarrassing, you think im actually going to cum just by seeing you stupid face.” Rolling his eyes he spit on your cunt feeling his two finger go inside of you without a warning you yelped. You tried to stifle your moans as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

He started to increase his pace and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink. You begged for him to stop but he kept going, his fingers hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as pleasure started to course through your body.

“You know, you’re body isn’t even merely as pleasing to look at compared to Jiyuu.” You could feel tears falling down. Hearing his words as he continued to finger you. You wanted to scream out in pain, but you didn't. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn't.

You felt like you were stuck in a nightmare, powerless to do anything but take the abuse. It felt like the world was spinning around you, and you couldn't catch your breath. You felt like you were going to break down, but you kept the tears from spilling out.

He looked into your eyes and asked, "You're not a virgin right?" Taking his long fingers out of you, he cleaned himself with the towel before aligning his cock at your entrance. You could feel your heart racing and your breath quickening as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The way Satoru made loved to you made you want to puke. Having sex with a person meant that love had to come with it as well. But in this situation Satoru fucked you with desperation to get you pregnant not with love. You felt used and abused as if he just wanted to get a job done without any consideration for your feelings. It was a stark contrast to the passionate, tender love-making you were used to. You felt betrayed and taken advantage of, and it was a feeling you couldn't shake.

You shivered in disgust as you felt his thrusts intensify. His hands were firmly gripping your hips as he moved in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body that you didn’t want to accept. You let out a loud moan of pleasure as he increased the pace, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck your tight.”

Feeling you wrap your hands around his muscular back he tightened his grip on your waist. “Don’t do that.” His eyes were filled were disgust. You were hit with the reality that you were making love without the definition of love in it. You were just having sex for the benefit of Satoru.

You had gone too far and you knew it. You had let yourself get carried away, and now you were left with the shame of knowing that you had given yourself to someone who didn't feel the same way about you. You felt empty and disappointed in yourself. Not even a single kiss, Satoru didn’t have the nerve to kiss you either.

It was your fault for thinking that Satoru would actually enjoy having sex with you. You should’ve known better that having sex with another woman is disgusting because all he wanted was Jiyuu. He wanted Jiyuu to be in your position, he wanted her to be the one who was feeling pleasure not you. It was reality check, it was a warning to never get carried away because this man is cruel.

You thought that you could make him feel something but you were wrong. You were just a toy to him, a mere distraction that he could use and discard whenever he wanted. Your biggest mistake was trusting him, believing that he could ever feel something for you. Not only was he cold and distant but he also made it clear that he had no intention of ever being with you.

You were foolish to think that Satoru would ever be happy with you. He was never going to give you the same pleasure he gave Jiyuu, and you should have known that. His cruelness towards you was a stark reminder that no matter how much you care for him, you are nothing more than a replacement for his beloved Jiyuu.

You should never have allowed yourself to get carried away by your delusions. Feeling his cock hit your cervix you were brought back to reality. Holding back your moans you were not going to let this man feel satisfied that he had sex with you.

Panting he gripped your waist before moaning himself. “Im going to cum inside.” Feeling his warm seed inside your cunt you felt relief wash over you. Relieved that this unenjoyable sex was over

You waited for him to pull out, and as soon as he did, you quickly stood up and grabbed your clothes. You were not going to let him see the tears that were streaming down your face. You silently walked towards the restroom. Ready to wash out this disgusting scent of his out of your body. You didn’t want to think on how you were going to raise a child with that man knowing he doesn’t love you and never will. You got in the shower and let the hot water cascade over your body. You let all your emotions out and cried until the water ran cold. You knew you had to find the strength to keep going for the sake of your unborn child.

You had been trying your best to keep your composure and be the strong person you had always been. But it was too much for you to bear and you couldn't help but let the tears fall. You felt so exhausted and helpless, wishing the pain would just go away. You had always thought of yourself as weak and vulnerable, and Satoru’s words only seemed to confirm your fears.

You had never been good enough, and no matter how hard you tried, it never seemed to be enough. You felt like you were walking on a never-ending treadmill, trying to catch up but never succeeding.

You stayed in the shower for what seemed like hours, letting the hot water wash away all your worries and fears. You knew that it wasn't the answer, but for now, it was the only thing that could bring you comfort. You just wished Toji was the one you married.

You felt the water drip down your body wishing that he was here to console you. Wishing that Tojis was the one you devoted your life to not Satoru. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes, remembering all the times Toji had made you laugh and all the love you both had shared. You knew that if you had chosen him, your life would be different now. But you had made your choice, and you had to live with it.

Walking out the shower you wrapped yourself with a towel drying your body before changing into some pj’s your sister had bought you. Walking back to the room you saw Satoru fast asleep his phone unlocked, you debated if you should sneak a little to see if he was talking to anyone. Talking to Jiyuu as a matter fact. Opening the message app you were surprised to see only one contact was there. Not even having a contact at all it was just a number.

+1 *** *** **** ; it’s okay you can make it up to me when you get back.

Satoru: I swear what we did meant absolutely nothing to me, I love you.

Your heart broke seeing him text her immediately when you went inside the bathroom. But then again Satoru was in love with her not you. You shook your head, knowing it was wrong to snoop around. You put the phone back down and tucked Satoru in, deciding you'd talk to him about it in the morning.

You quietly slipped into some comfortable blankets and laid in bed, trying to fall asleep. You moved closer to the edge not wanting to feel Satoru presence at all. Remembering that you only had to suffer 2 more days before you could go back to your regular life. The life were Satoru ignores you every day and never utters a single word to you. You sighed in relief and let out a wave of emotions that had been building up inside of you.

You felt a strange sense of freedom knowing that you wouldn't have to put up with Satoru's coldness for much longer. You felt content with the idea that soon you would be able to get back to your life in which you no longer had to worry about Satoru's indifference.

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angels-fantasy · 11 days

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Girl let me just say your fics are superb and thanks for the quirkless child one I requested with Bakugou! I promise I’ll leave you be for a bit in a second, but… post final war; everyone who has came out alive clearly is suffering from injuries, health issues, and trauma (both physical trauma and mental trauma) no? So how about a Bakugou x Reader with a reader who was essentially Bubbly, Firery and Energetic, to after the war who is exhausted, is often having nightmares over Bakugou cause well he nearly died, sleep deprived and basically depressed because I can guarantee nobody should be sane after a war, especially not children like our lovely highschoolers. Please make it angst to comfort, because seeing how Bakugou also has developed I’m sure as sad as he would be he would also be understanding and try to be comforting (despite his awkwardness). I’d appreciate if you could get this done to be as close as possible (and maybe just a little long than the one I requested last time- no pressure) BUT if anything you find in my request may be too triggering or something feel free to make it less triggering and change it, I just ask if you can keep the same vibe and theme with the reader who changed drastically after the wars and is getting comforted by Bakugou, Angst to comfort (duh), thank you so much, and I hope I’m not troubling you too much! — An anon who enjoys suffering, angst, and comfort ((SAC) Anon); (get it? Suffering, Angst, Comfort, SAC, wait that has a good ring to it, damn I have a new alias, I’ll shut up now)

I'm Okay, As Long as He's Here (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details/Warnings: reader has a panic attack and nightmares!! pls be weary of this. angst to fluff, well, my attempt at angst lol

Word Count: 1k

thank you for your request and the support :D it means a lot to me 🩷 btw don't ever feel like you're bothering me or like you need to leave me alone! i like talking to everyone :) also this is a good little plot, but im not the best at writing angst but this is helping me improve i think, so please tell me how i did! i really hope you like it SAC anon hahah

Before the war, you were a different person. Looking at you now, no one would ever guess you were once a bubbly, out going person. But Katsuki knew you were, and sometimes, he missed the old you.

It was hard to watch you wake up crying in the middle of the night from your horrible nightmares of the war. Some being about his near death experience, and others being about him dying in other ways.

Some nights, you didn't sleep at all, and it was really showing.

"Hey, keep your head up. I don't want you to fall asleep." Katsuki said. It was already months after the war, so you were all back at school, but you were one of the few students that was struggling the most.

He definitely has his struggles too, but he knew he had to be there for you, because yours were much worse.

You opened your eyes wider, trying your best to stay awake. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep last night."

"You havin' nightmares again?"

You nodded, he sighed.

"Come sleep in my dorm tonight. You sleep better with me and you know it."

You agreed and continued trying your best to stay awake for the rest of the day. Occasionally, Katsuki would have to wake you up or remind you to stay awake. The lack of sleep made it hard to focus, especially in Hero Training. Thankfully, Mr. Aizawa and the rest of the teachers were understanding of the students who were struggling.

Once school was over it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You knew you had homework to do, but right now you'd rather sleep. Or at least attempt to. Since you were going to be with Katsuki tonight, you were probably only going to have one nightmare. Plus, he'd be there to comfort you.

Following your boyfriend to his dorm room, you immediately changed into some of your clothes that he had there for you, and then laid down on his bed.

For a while, you just silently watched him as he sat at his desk and did his homework, something you should also be doing.

"What're you starin' at?"

You smiled, but not as brightly as before, "I'm just admiring you."

He huffed, "Good, I'm awesome."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "And there he is."

He laughed and continued doing his homework. You just continued watching him, because it was something that comforted you. It was a reminder that he was okay and alive.

Knowing he was safe right in front of you, you fell asleep.

...

You didn't know what time it was, but it must've been late since the room you were in was dark.

You clutched your chest as you sat up in bed and breathed heavily, feeling tears prick your eyes.

Of course, you had another nightmare again. This one in particular was about Katsuki, and he was in the arms of Shigaraki. You saw the villain use his Decay quirk on him, and your boyfriend began to crumble away but you were paralyzed in your dream. There was nothing you could do.

The nightmare felt so real and so scary, like they usually do. You felt so helpless and scared. The evil that emitted from Shigaraki and All For One was something you'd always remember.

You subconsciously began to rock yourself back and forth and made self soothing noises as you continued to have a panic attack. They never got easier, or less scary as time went on. It always felt like you were going to die.

Your panic must've woke Katsuki up, because you suddenly heard his voice calling out to you.

"Hey, hey! Breathe baby, you gotta breathe." He said.

You shook your head, "I-I can't! It hurts. I'm scared, I'm gonna die!"

He carefully grabbed your hands and held them in his. He took one of them and brought it to his chest near his heart so you could feel it beat.

"What is my heart doing right now?" He asked. This was a method he used to ground you during these situations, especially because he knew how you felt about him and his safety.

You looked at his chest, "Beating. Your heart is beating."

"Right. Now what do you feel here?" He asked, now placing a hand on the blanket that was on top of you guys.

"The blanket."

"What does it feel like?"

"It's soft and fluffy."

As he continued distracting you from your panic, you eventually calmed down. You were still crying a bit, but he held you in his arms as you let it out.

"He killed you Katsuki. I was so scared, and I couldn't do anything!" You cried into his chest.

He rubbed your back, "You know that shit isn't real, no matter how real it feels. I'm right here living and breathing. I'm safe, okay?"

You nodded and sniffed, "Okay." You placed a hand on his chest over his heart and felt it beat, the steady rhythm of it comforting you.

Katsuki grabbed that hand and kissed the palm of it, "Love you. I'll be here all night, 'kay?"

"I love you too. Thank you."

"It's no problem."

The next morning, you felt more rested than usual. It must've been because you only had one nightmare, which was an improvement.

You noticed you woke up before your boyfriend, so you just let him sleep a little longer while you got on with your morning routine. You had a lot of your own things in his room, including an extra toothbrush which you were thankful for.

When he eventually woke up, he walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked.

You nodded as best as you could in his tight grip, "Mhm."

"Be honest."

"I am! I feel a lot better than last night." You insisted as you pulled away slightly, still keeping your arms around him.

He hummed and kissed the top of your head, "Mkay. Wanna sleep with me again tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll bring more clothes later."

He smiled, "'Kay. Let's go to class." He said and threw an arm over your shoulder, making you smile up at him.

Yeah, you knew things would be okay as long as he was around.

authors note

i hope you liked it! i'm sorry it was kinda short, i've been in a little writing stump but im trying to get out of it!

love ya 🩷

tags for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot

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stxneflxwers · 5 months

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avolition.

⋯⁂ summary. suffering from a particular problem, some days you just couldn't care less what goes on—surrendering to your mind's desire for peace.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet post here; so im not really worried about small grammar errors, word count, formatting, or what have you. i've been struggling with avolition lately (in which i mean my ass is getting OBLITERATED.) and if u need more info on what avolition is, i can give a VERY quick rundown: "Avolition is a total lack of motivation that makes it hard to get anything done. You can't start or finish even simple, everyday tasks."

⋯⁂ characters. neuvillette. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. reader suffers from a disorder that has avolition (lack of motivation.) reader is going to display a lot of apathy toward life. neuvi biggest sweetheart ever, even when he's away. hurt/comfort.

neuvillette.

life isn't so easy, everyone knows this. but some days are even harder than others, to the point they pass slowly and painfully. and lately, it's felt like forever since you've managed to get through a day without too much struggle.

neuvillette quickly realizes this.

he's also doing his best to support you, even while away from home. he'll send a melusine or two to go periodically check up on you. he knows you'll forget to eat and drink otherwise.

what he didn't expect is the day when he returned from his office around dinner time, much earlier than usual.

all of the lights in the home were off, much to his surprise. usually you'd leave a light on, should have you been up and about. he hadn't sent a melusine today to check up on you around lunchtime since you told him you were feeling fine.

it finally dawns on him that what you said was possibly a lie. or maybe misguided hope? he's not really sure which it is. and to be frank, he doesn't even care which it was at the moment.

he quickly puts his things away and takes his coat off, almost haphazardly dropping it to the floor instead of hanging it up on the coat rack. his hands tremble and so do his breaths, but he does his best to remain as calm as a stormless day. even when it starts raining outside from his uptick in stress alone.

he takes big yet quiet strides to the bedroom, where he finds you still in bed—staring off into space.

he sighs in relief when he notices your steady but shallow breathing causing your body to rise and fall. why he assumed the worst is beyond him, he simply did without a second thought.

when you seemingly don't notice him, his brows furrow and his frown tightens. he's not too sure what to do or what to say. and yet again, without a second thought, he approaches you,

"my dear?" he mutters, voice on the verge of shattering under the weight of seeing you so helpless.

you don't respond. totally nonverbal.

but, at least, you glance at him—even though your eyes are lightless, he's so happy to have you acknowledge him in this moment. he smiles a little from it as he slips his arms around you, cradling you carefully. he rests his head against the flat of your chest, letting out a long sigh.

"oh, how you worry me..." he mumbles, almost sleepily, "i love you very much. but i do understand that today is harder for you. therefore, i will not scold you. nor would i at any other point." he reassures, his voice soft and sweet as one of fontaine's infamous cakes.

your lips twitch a little, threatening to break out into a smile. even your eyes soften, laden with relief. heart filling with love, you begin to feel a little bit more rejuvenated,

"i...love you too..."

#🌠— my works #💕— neuvillette #🌠— hurt/comfort #neuvillette x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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bas-writes · 3 months

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Bas, I love your writing so much!!!! Im kind of embarrassed to say I have notifs turned on for your posts. I've never requested one, and I know you're probably inundated, but if you are interested, would you do nanami and 44 for the kiss prompt ask? I think it's tentative kisses in the dark?

Latecomers

Character: Nanami Kento Reader: gender neutral (ambiguous body and presentation, no gendered pronouns) CW: reader is wearing glasses, alcohol (both reader and Nanami were drunk prior to events of fic) Word count: 1560 Prompt: Tentative kisses given in the dark. A/N: After a horribly long break, I am finally pecking at the very old kiss drabbles request. If you're still here, Anon, I'm sorry for the unplanned long wait. I hope you will enjoy this little Nanami treat as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤭

The atmosphere was so dense it could be cut with a knife, and the unsettling environment was just a rather minor cause to blame. With nothing but cold hatred he felt towards the wannabe-suburban train stations, Nanami would still take its whole gamut of nuisances, if only he could face it alone.

In contrast to the cold and alien station hall, your presence wasn't unpleasant or unwelcome—but the two of you wanted to be somewhere else so badly it was almost written on your faces. What a misfortune, not only you had been assigned a mission in the same area, but also both of you had missed the last train back to Tokyo, ending up stuck all alone for a few hours to come.

Seated in an appropriate yet painfully close distance, Nanami was staring at the departure board, stubborn, motionless, as if a wrongly paced blink would delay the next train for an extra hour. Hands crossed in his lap, he fiddled with thumbs and fought against the urge to whistle or hum, anything to tune that deaf silence down. You both had attempted to lead a conversation, and both had failed miserably. Words possibly couldn't glue together, and your eyes kept wandering everywhere but each other's paths, what an unbearable pain in the ass.

Nanami had at least the barrier of his glasses providing him succor, but what he could hide from you, had just been drilling him from inside instead. Whenever his glance grazed over you, the memory of the tangy taste of your lips, pressed against his and followed suit by a brush of your warm, wet tongue, hit him like a jackhammer. Even the dim, industrial lightning around had nearly the same taint as that izakaya you had gathered in to celebrate another week of life. A cheap bar, cheap cigarettes filling the air, cheap sake burning your throats—and hasty kisses exchanged through the stolen minute of solitude, awkwardly, leaving strain in his knees as he had leaned over the short table to reach you.

Truly a spur of a moment, caving to his repressed yearning, a decision a drunk fool had made with consequences sober he had to face.

"Express train to—" Timeworn speakers barked into tar-like silence and the both of you jerked up and bumped your elbows. Nanami mumbled an apology, barely audible amidst the recording still echoing through the hall, and forced himself to look at you, as sincerity demanded.

You were hunched-up in your seat, hands rubbing your tight-crossed arms, literally an inch from trembling, no mantle or even a scarf whatsoever. He had noticed you had been dressed a bit too light for a night to spend on railway station, of course he had, but the thought had been pushed at the back of his head as he had squared himself up for a different kind of battle.

Now shame was burning his ears brighter than embarrassment. He had been sitting there all cozy while you suffered right by his side, within an arm reach.

"Do I look that bad?" You snorted, tad forced, as you eyed him struggling with his jacket. "I'm not freezing, don't—"

"I have a pullover." Nanami, dry as ever, threw himself over your words, and pushed a just stripped mantle into your lap.

You opened your mouth, ready to battle for your point, but immediately shut it under the weight of his gaze sneaking over his glasses.

Nanami immediately averted eyes but couldn't cover his ears from you as you, prolonging it awkwardly, cleared your throat, "Hey, lemme at least repay?"

An even dryer response was forcing its way to his lips. Nanami didn't need anything from you, desperately didn't want anything from you, but he couldn't quite bring himself, despite everything, to push you away, "I could use some coffee."

Not until you had got busy with the vending machine at the other side of the hall Nanami let himself take a deeper breath. The low thudding of his pulse drowned all the other sounds: his heart was racing so much he feared it might break free out of his chest and chase after you. He expected as much, the sight of your figure hunched under his jacket could be only powerful beyond imagination, so close and dear, and burning his eyes as you returned closer, with two paper cups in your hands.

"You look quite pale yourself," you tease, unconvincingly with the way your throat squeezed around words. "You sure you don't want your jacket back?"

Wary of the risk of your hands meeting, Nanami took his coffee and muttered a dry thank you. You hunched up again in your seats, the expected express train stopped with a screech somewhere behind your backs, but no one followed the arrival nor the departure.

The hall remained empty and tense.

Coffee from the vending machine tasted horrible but it was warm and helped keeping lips busy. Nanami sipped on his half-heartedly, focused on easing pulse and breath, against his thoughts racing towards the memories he would gladly already forget.

What now? What were you going to do with all of this? Should you act as if nothing ever happened? How can you ever act as if nothing ever happened?

"Nanami—" Your voice caught him off-guard, with a cup right by his lips. His hands budged, some coffee spilled down his chin and dripped on his pullover.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry!" You sprung to your feet as if it indeed was your fault, fumbling with pockets of an unfamiliar jacket, finally seizing a handkerchief out of one. He tried to wipe himself with just a bare hand—but with a surprising resolve you pushed it out the way and dealt with the mess yourself.

"I'm alright," he tried to answer the unspoken question, couldn't bring himself to. The gentle but determined touch of yours left him paralyzed, enchanted, from toes to lips, itching at the faint memory of the kiss you had shared.

The lamp over your heads flickered and your hand dabbed closer, from his chest to his throat, then his chin. Nanami's breath hitched, audibly, tickled at the tips of your fingers gently drying the last droplets of long-forgotten tasteless coffee. The sensation was familiar, was wrong, so inappropriate, so shameless in its simplicity.

You shouldn't do that to him.

And he couldn't hold himself any longer.

Through the thin layer of handkerchief Nanami kissed your fingers, from tips to knuckles, and nuzzled his face into your palm. Begging internally for you to slap or punch him, he wandered towards your wrist, breathed the sweet scent of yours he had learnt by heart the day he held you close for the first and only time. He felt your pulse racing under your skin, swallowed its rhythm like starved, latched on this little vibration with his eyes closed, awaiting the inevitable doom and punishment.

The lamp flickered, power whined in cables and died, leaving the both of you in darkness right as your lips finally met again.

At first you bumped into each other awkwardly, glasses against glasses—the obstacle you tore out of your way almost simultaneously. In contrast to your first kiss, you moved carefully, barely brushing your lips, constantly asking, and never quite answering, and sharing breath in between chaotic breaks.

The unpleasant, chemical taste of coffee seemed to work against you—but as the even worse taste of sake hadn't stopped you back then, you quickly ignored it this time too. Nanami sipped it from you as if your mouth was filled with rose water, gladly swallowing your tongue finally pressing against his. Not until then he had dared to touch you, to pull you closer by the skirts of his own jacket, one hand cradling the back of your head. You snuck fingers into his hair; your nose brushed cute against his as you tilted head to the side, finally losing yourself into the sensation and pulling him into it with you.

The light flickered again, the hum of electronics returned, but you remained linked, catching up on days lost for the awkward dance of adults too skittish to be adult—until sharp fire in lungs forced Nanami to pull away.

With a thin string of saliva still connecting the two of you, you were heavily panting a mere inch away from his face. He felt your moist breath against his skin and already starved to steal it again—but, fighting against himself, he brought the same coffee-stained handkerchief to your lips and dabbed them dry.

You exhaled through your nose, amused, and repeated his gesture from earlier, peppering his fingers with soft kisses.

"It tasted…horrible," Nanami broke the silence first after you recollected yourselves, words faster than the second thought. "The coffee, I mean."

"The kiss too," you admitted and tossed your cup into the nearest trash can, somehow not spoiling the remaining coffee. "How can they sell this crap to people?"

"I feel I owe you a proper one." Faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Nanami dared to scoot closer. You nuzzled towards him too, sharing the much-needed warmth eagerly now. "Once we're back to Tokyo, I'm taking you to a good place."

"It's a date?" The warmth in your voice, the timbre he loved so much, returned, no remaining trace of embarrassment left.

"It's a date. With breakfast."

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soggyriceee · 11 months

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I Can't Hurt You ~ Ghost NSFW

[ mentions of gunshot wounds, anxiety, trauma and sex. plz like and lmk if there angsty type of stories interest anyone, have a good day <3 ]

It had been 6 weeks since you'd been shot. Once in the leg, once in the arm. For days you had thought you'd lose your arm and leg. All you could really remember was Simon yelling your name while blood covered his hands. Your blood. But, the base surgeons were some of the best and you were at home almost fully recovered. Your husband, Simon Riley, the man who unfortunately was leading that mission you'd suffered injury from, was always by your side. He was on e for giving you your space so having him everywhere you were at was new. But you loved it because the more you saw him and how caring he was towards literally only you, it made your heart flutter.

Ghost was a whole war criminal, why would he spend his time going to the store, getting flowers, cards, clothes gifts, all that stuff? Because he was so deeply in love with you, it was like his money and time quite literally belonged to you. He spent hours trying to learn to cook for you since you were glued to the bed.

" Tell me if it needs more salt." He demanded, towering over you as your sims started a house fire on your laptop screen. " Its good baby please stop bothering me now." You laughed, wiping some of the homemade pasta sauce from your lip. As much as he did annoy you, you couldn't ask him to really leave you alone.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that the whole happy persona you put on in front of him was fake. You were trying to act tough and brave for him. Independence was something you both had and in your eyes alone, it was embarrassing to be the first in the relationship to need help. Consistent help. Ghost was good at reassuring to you that he did not see you as weak, he actually saw you as brave, strong. " You survived two gun shot wounds at once lovie.. that makes you stronger than me." He whispered to her as you quietly sobbed in the hospital bed a few weeks back.

And this injury definitely caused some small bumps for you both. For example.. sex. It wasn't that it was different, it literally was not happening. Despite you being able to move almost all on your own, stairs were still a bit hard, he wouldn't touch you unless it was to help you. And as much as you loved how gentle and genuinely kind and caring he was for you, you needed a bit more. " Simon.." You'd whisper in his ear when it was close to your given bedtime. By Simon. "Yes my love? Do you need anything?" He asked, looking away from the news on your guys TV.

You moved to sit on his lap, struggling to raise your injured leg a bit. But you made it onto his lap successfully and with mi animal pain. But he sensed it immediately. " Lovie.." You shushed him and placed your arms around his neck. " I appreciate all the care you've been giving me.. but I need a bit more." You spoke softly, eyeing his lips. You began to move in but you could tell he began to panic, jolting his head back and hitting the bed frame. You looked up at him, your chest feeling like it just got shot this time. " I-i can't.. Im sorry." He had took you off his lap before standing and walking out the room and rubbing the back of his head.

It had been about a week since that encounter. It hurt you, and you definitely cried about it after. He ended up sleeping on the couch that night, but still coming every 30 to check on you, even when you were asleep. Neither of you really spoke about it. And you could assume thats what made the relationship more awkward now. While yes he did sleep in the bed again, and he was still taking care of you, the conversations were small and minimal. " He won't touch me Soap.. I don't know what to do. We used to have sex almost every day at least twice a day." You spoke into your phone as you looked up " How to Get My Husband To Have Sex With Me After Gunshot Wound". Almost no good articles came up. I mean, who really goes through this?

" Im sure he'll come around. I mean, he did see you literally almost die in his arms. You mean a lot to him and I think he's just terrified of hurting you more." He said through the speaker. He was on base, doing paperwork for the next mission. Another you and Ghost would be sitting out on. " Its been almost three months. Im practically healed... it just sucks because I feel like a..like a disease. He won't touch me in any way other than to help me. Even when I dont need it." You sighed.

Simon had gone to the store, grabbing you ice cream you had mentioned to yourself you wanted to get at some point and your positive other things to go along with it. Despite that awkward encounter he was still there to make you feel better. " He hasn't really said anything to me but you know how he is. Try talking to him again. I have to go, Price is calling." He said before hanging up abruptly. You sighed and looked around. You needed to get up and do.. something.

You moved your laptop to the side and began to stand. A minor pain stabbed your injured leg, causing a whimper of pain to leave your lips. As you opened the bedroom door, you heard Simon return into the house. " Lovie? Im home with that ice cream you wanted." He yelled from downstairs. You moved towards the stairs, gripping the handles and moving slowly. As your uninjured leg hit the bottom stair, your injured one again gave your a little trouble. "Shit" You squeaked, gripping the handle more. " Lovie?" He walked over swiftly to the stairs, dropping the ice cream and spoon that was in his hands. " What are you doing?! If you wanted to come down you should've waited for me to carry you down." He began to approach you but your hand hit his chest, stopping him. " I-i can do it mys-self." You grunted. Finally, your injured leg was on the same step as you. " You can't thats why your face is scrunched up in pain just let me help-" " GO AWAY! I dont need you here every two seconds simply just to help me. You won't do so much as cuddle with me let alone have sex with me. Im not made of glass im a human im your wife for crying out loud but you treat me l-like im not. leave me alone!" You screamed at him, tears welling in your eyes.

His face looked hurt, but also surprised. " L-lovie I just-" You cut him off by turning away, moving back up the stairs. He wanted to help you, but you had made it clear you wanted him to back off. You made it back up the one step and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door. You moved onto the bed, holding one out of the 10 stuffed animals Simon bought you and silently, again, cried into it. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn't. You were able to tell him finally how you felt. You heard his boots at the door, no matter how hard he tried to keep quiet. And he just stayed there. Listening to you cry but feeling too scared to say, or do anything.

The next morning you woke up and Simon wasn't there to wake you this time. You rubbed your eyes as the sun peaked into the room. " Simon..?" You asked, your voice a bit hoarse. You looked around and noticed a rectangular, long box at the end of the bed. You reached over and grabbed it.

Your right, ive been too overbearing. I'm sorry lovie..

You opened the box and inside was a cute lingerie set. It was with and pink, a little bow in the center of the bra. Your cheeks turned a bright red as you read the second note inside.

I hope you like it. I hope I see you in it soon <3

Just as you finished reading, Simon walked in the room. In his hands was a tray full of French toast, coffee and fruit. His eyes met yours, his big puppy eyes. " Oh I was.. expecting you to still be asleep." He chuckled softly, placing your breakfast on the night stand. " Im sorry for y-" For the first time in almost three months his lips touched yours. You gasped into the kiss, your heart going a 100 miles per hour. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you up into him.

His lips yearned for yours. He slowly sat next to you, keeping your lips connected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him just as passionately back. He broke away, sighing. " Dont apologize. You were right. And plus.." He right hand snaked up to your cheek, cupping it. " I've missed touching you like this." He whispered. His lips landed on yours again, this time a bit more passionately. You moaned into the kiss, a signal to him that you felt good. His free hand moved up your body, slowly. You had nothing on but his hoodie and some underwear. His favorite outfit of yours.

" Is this okay?" He asked against your lips. You nodded, smiling softly. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt genuinely happy. He smiled and gently pushed you down on the bed, fixing you a bit so that your head was on the pillow. He hovered over you but you could tell he was still nervous as ever. " You can touch me anywhere.. Simon. Im not hurt anymore." You said softly, looking into his worried eyes. " I know but.. w-what if I get too aggressive-" You took his hand from beside your head and smiled. " How about this. If im hurting, ill call out.. "strawberries." Then you'll know to stop." You suggested, smiling up at him still. He pursed his lips but nodded.

He leaned down, attaching his lips to your again. This time, with lust and desperation. You could tell how much you both missed each others touch. Your hands slid under his black hoodie, tracing every ab until you got to the top. He hummed at your soft fingers against his skin, breaking away from the kiss. He moved down to your neck, gently sucking your skin. His right hand slowly, like criminally slow, slid up your thigh, gripping it every now and then.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your bottom lip trapped under your top teeth. Small, quiet whimpers left your lips every time he'd suck your neck. He left behind big and small marks, red and purple mix. He pushed himself off your body a bit, smiling at his work. " You look beautiful my love.." He whispered. You blushed and looked down. You saw the tent in his sweats, his Calvin Klein boxers peaking through at the top. His hand gripped your chin, gently moving your head to look up at him. " Don't be shy." He smirked. His hand that was still on your thigh was now at your wet core, It was throbbing for him at this point. Desperate.

" Awh.. your so wet.. show me how deprived you are from my touch baby.." He whispered, his thumb moving in small circles exactly at your swollen clit. Your body jerked up, a small moan leaving your lips. You watched his hands, only turning you on more. He watched you, his eyes not telling you what he was feeling. You felt embarrassed and began to slowly cover your face. He growled and grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head. " What did I tell you? Dont be shy.. I dont wanna have to stop you from cumming baby.. especially if you deserve it." He said, slowly moving his eyes down your body.

You shook your head, grinding your hips against him more. " Awh baby your so fucking cute when you get desperate like this." He sighed. You felt his thumb stop moving and instead, two of his fingers pulling your soaked panties down for you. He tossed them off the bed, licking his lips at your exposed pussy. " Fuck.. I wish you'd yelled at me sooner my love.. its gonna be so hard trying to hold back." He said before pulling off his hoodie. He tossed it away, before grabbing your knees, spreading them apart.

Yes this was your husband, but after being celibate for three months, you were nervous. And he felt it. He looked at you from through your legs, smiling. " Let me take care of you.. you deserve it baby." He smiled, kissing your inner thigh. He kissed down, surely leaving marks on your thighs, before finally reaching your dripping pussy again. He kissed it, earning a desperate whine from you. He chuckled before sliding his tongue through your folds, a gasp coming from you.

He slowly spread your legs more far apart. " Am I hurting you?" He asked, looking at your injured leg. " No.. remember ill say strawberry if you do." You said, patting his head gently. He smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to your pussy. It was on full display for him. He placed his hands on your hips, moving you onto his tongue. His tongue immediately went to your aching clit, sucking it ever so gently. You let out a satisfied whimper, your eyes again fluttering closed. He worked his tongue on your clit, sucking it, kissing it. His hands definitely started to make bruises on your skin but you were happy with that. Because it felt like normal. Like the sex you both used to have.

" O-oh Simon~' You'd whimper below him, gripping his brown hair. Your knees tried to connect but he gently, still worried about hurting you, kept them apart. " Don't close your legs until im done with you." He said, his lips glossy with your juices. It was such a hot sight to see. it felt like you guys were teenagers all over. Horny and desperate. His lips went back to working on your pussy, sucking your clit perfectly. " Because you had been deprived of your regular orgasms, you felt this one building fast. And it was surely gonna hit hard.

Your legs began to shake and you began to let out pathetic, desperate whimpers. " Sim-Simon I f-feel it.. shit." You cried out, gripping his hair and the sheets. He only moved his tongue faster, pulling you onto his face more. He was desperate. You could tell. He even began to moan against your pussy, looking up at you. " Thats it baby.. feel good for me. You deserve it." He said against your pussy, his middle and ring finger sliding in to help his tongue out. " Cum on my fucking face." he growled, moving his fingers faster.

His tongue moved with his fingers and quickly, you felt your body release its high. Your whole body began to shake, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. He whimpered quietly as he devoured every last drop of your cum. " Fuck baby.." He whimpered against your pussy as your body still jerked from the intensity of your orgasm. He moved his lips slowly against your pussy, sighing. He eventually sat up, his lips, nose and chin completely covered in your juices.

" You did amazing my love. Im so proud." He said, smiling down at you. You were out of breath, your eyes still shut. You felt him kiss your neck before your lips. " Do you want to continue baby? I can take care of myself. I want you to feel rested-" You pulled him down by the collar, your lips smashing onto his. He moaned into the kiss, smiling. " Yes.. I want to continue." You said after pulling away from him.

He kissed your cheeks before standing from the bed, pulling his pants down. His dick was huge. But, after three months of nothing, not even self pleasure, his dick looked..bigger. You had to admit, it made you a bit nervous. You watched as he pulled his boxers down, his whole body exposed in front of you. You quickly felt your clit throbbing all over as your eyes looked at every part of his body. " Are you positive you want this my love?" He asked, crawling back on the bed with you. He hovered over you, looking at your naked body as well.

" I swear Simon.. this is what I want." You said, looking up at him. He nodded before placing a soft but passionate kiss on your lips again. You kissed back as you felt him position himself at your entrance. " Just.. take my hand. And squeeze as hard as you want if it hurts." You nodded up at him. Despite how sex deprived you both were, how desperate, he still was patient and careful with you. He didn't want to do anything other than take care of you. " Okay.." He breathed out. Slowly, you felt him push into you. By the time his tip was in, you had already felt how thick he really was. He continued until he felt your hand grip him hard. He stopped.

" A..are you okay?" He breathed out, looking into your eyes. He was a little more than halfway in you by now and he felt like he could cum just off that alone. " I just.. need to get u-used to the feeling." You said, your other hand gripping his forearm. He nodded, kissing your cheek, then ear then neck. You loved his caring and gentle side. If you weren't injured, he'd probably be a bit less gentle, but still respectful of your needs.

" You can keep going." You smiled up at him after a minuet or so. " Are you positive?" He asked, moving his lips away from your breasts, again leaving behind more red and purple marks. You nodded and slowly, he pushed the rest of himself in. You both let out a gasp, his balls hitting the bottom of your ass as he went all the way in. " Fuck." He groaned before moving his hips back and forth slowly. With each thrust, a whimper left your lips. His head fell in the crook of your neck, slowly his hips picking up the pace.

You didnt have to ask for anything. He could read your body and what it was that you needed easily. You wanted him to go faster? He was already doing it before you moved your lips to ask. Your nails dug into his back, his hips now slamming into yours. " Yes Simon! y-your fucking me so well." You moaned, both of you not caring if your neighbors heard your moans. His hand slipped around your neck, his eyes hooded. " Yea? I am baby? Is my dick making you go.. fucking crazy?" He moaned, his free hand on your hip.

You whimpered and nodded, your body jolting up with each thrust of his. " U-Use your words..lemme hear that pretty voice." He whispered into your ear, slamming his hips into yours. You couldn't feel any pain. It was like all you needed was him fucking you silly. " I-i'm crazy..Im crazy for y...your dick Simon." You whimpered, barely able to make out words. He chuckled and kept his hand on your neck, moving at the same consistent pace.

Above you, his eyes were closed, squeezed shut matter of fact. His thrusts began to become a bit inconsistent, signaling to you he was close. " Baby.. I-ive missed this.. this pussy so much.. your gonna make..me fill you up." He groaned, his grip on you tightening. "Your gonna take.. all my cum to. Every..last..drop." He said, slamming his hips into yours with every word. You felt your stomach start to cramp and your legs shake. Both of you slowly became louder with your moans, your hands resting on his chest.

You could feel his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you as his body rested on top of you. His thrusts got sloppy, and he at this point, was a whimpering mess. " Oh baby.. im gonna..im gonna cum." he mumbled into your boobs. You tried to tell him the same but you again, felt your high wash over you. Your whole body froze, your vision weirdly went white for a quick 5 seconds. You didnt even realize Simon slamming into you fast, chasing his high. "F-fuck!" You felt his warm cum shoot into you, his body jerking as he tried to stay on top of you. But he failed, collapsing on top of you.

" s-shit.. Simon." you moaned, closing your eyes. His chest rose and fell fast, holding you tight as his cum slowly seeped out of you. He gently pushed himself back into you, wanting all of his cum stuffed into you. " I know baby.." he said, his voice tired.

both of you stayed like this for about 10 minuets. he eventually pulled out, watching your body react. " Are you hurt?" He asked, finally realizing his grip on your hips left finger marks. You smiled and shook your head. " I feel the best ive felt in three months baby.. thank you." You whispered, smiling up at him. He nodded before sliding off the bed. " I know.. I said I wanted to see you in this but. You looked beautiful and sexy regardless." He smiled before placing the box on the floor. You sat up, stretching.

" Lets shower and eat breakfast. We can go shopping. I want today tp be everything you want." He said as he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. " I love you Simon.." You whispered, watching him as he carried you. He smiled and kissed your nose. " I love you more my love.. ill love you no matter what."

the end

#ghost #simon riley #cod x you #ghostcod #call of duty x reader #ghost x you #Simon Riley x you

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hewhostrikes · 1 year

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The Pup (Kratos)

A/N: Hello! This is my very first GOW mini fic/one shot/thing and I’m so nervous honestly, especially considering I’ve never written or posted anything serious on Kratos. Anyways, this was requested and honestly, I had a huge debate in my head whether to write this out or keep to bullet points. I settled for writing in the end, and I’d like to apologize for the short wait. I had a few things pop up irl and had to deal with them. But here we areeee. Also IM SORRY THE GIF JUST WORKS SO WELL.

WARNINGS: none! fluff, especially towards the end! ^^, a tiny bit of angst I guess? But like you gotta squint real hard. Old Kratos being old Kratos.

Summary: After hunting, you find a wolf cub not far from what you can assume is it’s deceased mother. Clearly you couldn’t simply leave it to die. The challenge here, however, is convincing Kratos to believe the same.

Holding back the shiver that threatened to take ahold of you proved difficult as the cold and harsh wind bit through your skin, chilling your very bones and surely freezing your brain. You’d been warned not to come along on this hunt, for Kratos had anticipated it to be rather long. At the thought of his name, you held back turning in the sled you currently sat on to look at him, knowing either he or Atreus would ask what’s on your mind/if you were alright. Hell, you were lucky Atreus didn’t notice how red your nose was despite sitting right next to you.

Instead, the boy seemed troubled, brows knit together in slight confusion as he subtly began looking around. You weren’t sure how he would manage to catch sight of anything given how Speki and Svanna were plowing through the snow at near light speed. You had to give it to them- those wolves worked hard. After a moment of watching Atreus become increasingly worried, you did your best to speak up.

“Atreus, are you alright?” Your teeth threatened to chatter as you spoke, though you managed to keep your composure- and gaze- hidden from plain sight. Suddenly, the sled came to a stop, and both you and Atreus looked back to find a tentative Kratos awaiting an answer. It seems your tone came off a bit too worrying. You and Atreus opened your mouths to speak, one intending to correct yourself and the other intending to provide an explanation. Thankfully, Atreus didn’t seem to notice your attempt and beat you to it, assuring his father that it wasn’t anything important.

“I just heard something, that’s all.” He explained, to which his father replied.

“What did you hear?” His voice, deep and true, rumbled about the silence that hung between everyone.

“A cry for help,” Atreus pointed ahead, right where you all were heading. It seemed it was on the pathway home. “If we keep going, we should find it!” His tone sounded hopeful, and it didn’t take a genius to figure what the boy’s plan was. Kratos continued on, however, indulging in his sons wishes.

Every second that passed only proved to inspire the cold to slowly poke through your exposed skin, almost making you regret your words just then. But, you knew that the suffering would be worth it, if this made Atreus happy. Besides, by this point you could hear the faint howling, one that caused Kratos to hesitate.

“Aye, lad… I don’t suppose this wolf would appreciate visitors at this time.” Mimir chimed in. You’d almost forgotten he was with you all.

“No, no, it’s a pup.” The boy replied simply, and, to your surprise, you were the only one to raise concern, at least outwardly. Kratos appeared stiffen up a bit, yet he remained silent.

“A pup? You do know approaching one of those is like stepping right into its mother’s mouth…” you tried to counter, but Atreus only sighed. If Kratos had any complaints by now, he didn’t express them, instead continuing on, albeit slowly.

“That’s the issue, there’s no sign of its mother anywhere. It’s alone and in pain.” He spoke with such confidence that you didn’t bother to press further. Kratos surely trusted Atreus, as did Mimir. It wasn’t that you didn’t, no, but it was in your nature to express at least some concern. Kratos now seemed less tense at the mention of a mother not being present.

It wasn’t long after that you had found it- a wolf pup off to the side, crying more than it was howling, pushing its nose against the neck of its deceased mother. You felt your heart shatter to pieces at the sight, though Kratos remained unmoved. Atreus seemed to be in your boat, leaving the sled, crouching down some, and attempting to approach the child.

“I… what can we do?” He asked, looking back to you and his father for an answer. Kratos attempted to take a step forward off of the sled, but by now the cub had noticed you all and nearly fell backwards trying to keep its distance. Clearly it didn’t want to leave its mother. After all, that was all it had…

“Why don’t we take it home with us?” You suggested, to which Kratos immediately cut in.

“No.” It was harsh, a statement nailed to the ground. You wondered why he would let you all stop here if he was only going to let it die. Atreus opened his mouth to argue, but Kratos spoke up once more. “Nature will take its course, this isn’t our concern.” You and the boy frowned and spared each other a glance, though Atreus seemed to give in easier than you were going to, taking a few steps towards his father.

“We can’t just leave it here..” You trailed off, looking over into the panicked eyes of the cub. It struck a cord in you, unleashed something that would not be swayed. Kratos seemed displeased with your answer, taking another step forward, towards you this time. But you cut him off before he could speak. “We can’t abandon it! There’s plenty of room at the house, and it won’t be too much of a leech regarding food, especially not now.” Your frantic pushing to change his mind earned you a drawn out grunt from the god.

“We cannot save every living thing we encounter. It is a deadly habit.” He argued, standing tall before you now. To this, you scoffed, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly.

“You saved me.” This garnered no response, and at that moment you knew you’d at least done something to make the gears in his head start turning. Atreus was standing a ways away from you two, cheeks puffed out as he quickly looked to his father for the reaction. A moment passed of pure silence, the breeze blowing past you four having long been tuned out from adapting to such weather. Kratos moved to look at the whimpering pup that still cowered next to its mother, then at Atreus, and finally back at you. “Let me take it with us, just this one. I promise you, you won’t regret it.” Another minute passed, as Kratos now looked into your eyes, and it felt as if your soul was constricting and simultaneously being pulled apart and looked at.

Whatever it is Kratos saw in you, it seemed to soften him just slightly, and he gave a curt nod. You and Atreus could barely contain your excitement as you both turned to face the shivering wolf. Atreus was about to approach, when Kratos put a hand on his shoulder. A silent way of saying, ‘this is her life to save.’ Atreus smiled up at him and nodded, noticing how you had already made it over to the pup. It looked awful, patches of fur matted and physique far from ideal.

“Hey, shhh, it’s ok little one…” you gently held out your hand, allowing the animal to sniff. Once it seemed to relax a bit, you turned back to Atreus. “Am I doing this right?” Your words made the boy laugh a little before he nodded and offered you a smile. Standing up straight, you took a few steps back and patted your thigh. “Come on, come with me. I’ll help you.” You explained, and the cub hesitantly began to follow you, stopping once to look back at its mother one last time before continuing on its new path.

“Enough to make a grown head cry.” Mimir chimed in as you now wandered past them in the direction of the sled. That earned a chuckle from Atreus as the three followed along behind you, as did the pup. You slowed down enough to walk beside Kratos, a habit you’d had from the beginning of your journey with him and Atreus. He didn’t seem to mind by now, though you recall a time where he made you walk in front. You teased him about how it was a chance to “check you out,” to which he gave a disapproving grunt and nothing more. You were happy to see him slowly trusting you more and more. Hell, you’d even argue that he seemed fond of you now.

It wasn’t anything grand, the things he did for you. To anyone else it may just come off as kind gestures. But you knew that it meant so much more to Kratos. What started as a simply providing for you so you could be useful became going out of his way to provide not just necessities, but small comforts as well. It was clear now that this little side quest was mostly to spend time with you and Atreus.

“You’re lucky he likes you, lass.” Joked the swinging head at the god’s side, earning a giggle from you, a huff of laughter from Atreus, and silence from Kratos. It was something the god could neither confirm nor deny. For his feelings were complex, especially considering his past love life. Perhaps, however, he would open up his heart to love eventually. His mistake, however, was assuming it would take ages. As you all settled down on the sled, you allowed yourself to open up a bit.

“Gah, It’s a bit cold, huh?” This time your teeth did chatter, but before you could process their reactions a heavy fur coat was being wrapped around you. Looking up, you saw Kratos, who then scolded you slightly for not saying anything earlier before taking his position at the back of the sled once more. The warmth that bloomed in your heart combined with the equivalent to a weighted blanket was almost enough to make you immune to the cold. Atreus merely grinned beside you, though he remained silent.

Again, it wasn’t anything grand, what he had done for you. But you knew it meant so much more than that to the god, and that was enough for you.

BONUS

“What do I call you?” Kratos says, stonefaced as he gazes down at the wolf cub currently panting at his feet.

#kratos x reader #gow x reader #god of war x reader #Kratos showing his affection is subtle ways

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missmisandrytabletalk · 2 months

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male gaze is so creepily condescending like to a point where my teen self has actually suffered from the body dysmorphia. i mean im not lying when i say i frickin loathed my breasts the instance i hit my puberty and which lasted for quite a few years of my adolescence period. the constant slouching to avoid getting overly sexualized each time i interacted with boys/men or strolled in public. being a curvy girl became the bane of my life. so i always had this weird urge to look like a guy.. or wished for my tits to at least perish into thin air or smthin lol. i mean i was a tomboy and i still am but let me clarify that my body dysmorphia didn't stem from any of this at all. i felt distraught witnessing middle aged men let alone boys my age exchange tempting glances with me cause as a minor none of that made sense to me. and oh ofc then being taken advantage of.. isn't that every girl's lore.

the limits these flesh thirsty porn addicts can go to is disgustingly incomprehensible. lowly midgets like them need to be put up in chains and their male genitalia amputated to be hung on the wall of shame. in this essay i will....

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z0mb13-b0y · 9 months

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pepspspspspsp it is i!

I have finally gotten around for submitting a request B)

I would humbly ask for a Ghost x M!Reader who is prone to overworking themselves both on and off battlefield and suffers (horribly) consequently from it B) angst and fluff! u can make it spicy if u want, u have creative liberty!!!

(can be on or off battlefield- off battlefield I’d imagine m!reader coming in tiredly before hacking up blood and stumbling, while on battlefield he becomes lethargic and extremely ill)

Ghost finds m!reader suffering as he’s in need of medical attention quickly as he’s slowly looking more like a corpse before her gets the medical attention needed, causing for some panic but he’s fine :S

Overworked M!Reader x Worried Ghost

⚠️: Blood, mentions of stitching flesh, angst + fluff:3

As the sun slowly bleeds through the the curtains Ghost starts to wake, he rolls over moving his arm as an attempt to wrap his arm over you before the realisation hits, you weren't home..again. "Fuckin hell, Y/N" he mutters to himself before groaning loudly and getting out of bed to continue his day..

You were barely home anymore, always getting up hours before dawn and leaving to go on missions you weren't even assigned, what pissed him off was your carelessness, always coming home to him exhausted and sometimes hurt. By nightfall he sat, worried and tired on the couch waiting for you to talk about your daily leaves, after time slowly passes you finally opened the door..

As you came in stumbling in groaning in pain whilest keeping your hand on the side of your waist. Ghost's heart drops as he leaps off the couch and grabs you.."What the fuck did you do, Y/N!?" He demanded to know, his voice cracking as he watches the rapid bleeding leak from the inside of your gear, "I..I just need a shower.." you mumble softly, groaning once more in pain before trying to escape his grip on you. "Im gonna call the medic." He explains, pissed as he slowly let's go and walks away..he flashes a look of concern at you, watching you as he walks away before hearing you collapse to your knees, groaning louder. He runs over to you and wraps his arms around the back of your neck and knees now carrying you to the couch..

Something was much worse than the other times you came home. He drops you gently down on the couch before reaching for your gear to take it all off.."What happened!?" He yells, he wasn't angry.. he was hurt and scared..his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth clench and he lifts your shirt up to reveal the massive slash from a blade on the side of your body..it was deep. You lay your head back, a small smile forming from your lips before chuckling, "I wasn't careful enough." You say before hucking up some blood..Ghost stands and starts running around the house for God knows what. He comes back with dis-infectent, bandage and a stitch kit..he pours the alcoholic liquid on your wound, rubbing it around with his sleeve as he listens to you whimper in pain, squirming under his touch. "Y/N.." he mutters under his breath..his voice shaky.."you always come home hurt but this is getting out of hand.." he sighs loudly..you can't help but look down at him with sympathy, what are you to say?

He starts to open the stitch kit, you already know this is gonna be a pain in the ass but you do believe you deserve it for all the times you've left him to wake up alone.

He starts grabbing it all, prepping the equipment before holding you down as he starts to slowly stitch you up, you winced in pain before he looks up at you.."You deserve it yknow?" He mutters.."Yeah, I know." You respond, a little embarrassed that the person stitching you up just so happened to be your worried boyfriend.

"Im such a shitty boyfriend.. " you mumble before wincing once more from the jabbing pain in your side. You knew Ghost wasn't gonna disagree..maybe he wouldn't even say anything at all.."Im gonna try harder..im sorry." Your voice husk but shameful..but at least you meant every word. "How?" Is all he said, cold and emotionless as he keeps stitching up the large wound.."im gonna stop doing, well..this." you admit, meaning the missions you didn't have to go through with at all..the silence was deafening before he replied "thank you." Once more emotionless and cold..

After the time slowly passed for them once more he was done stitching before carefully wrapping the bandage around your stitches.."Y/N?" He asks, more in a soft tone than before, "Yeah?" You reply, curious of the next response.."Can you please stay tomorrow? I cant deal with you at the moment..I hate how you keep coming home hurt, it hurts me too." The confession began and ended in no more than thirty seconds.."that was kind of the plan?" You chuckle, looking up and smiling at him..the clock just hit 2am before he smiled, the smile faded before telling you to go to bed..you complied.

As you walk into the shared bedroom looking for the normal hoodie you wore to bed every night you just simply couldn't find it.."What the fuuck?" You whisper sighing loudly before you spot Ghost in the doorway holding it, "You haven't washed in in weeks, so I did." He explains before chucking it at you to catch. You smile warmly at him before thanking him and putting in on and taking off your pants..once your finished you look over at the bed to see Ghost laying there staring at you on his back..you smile before walking over and sitting on top of him.

"I am sorry for-" he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down onto his chest.."Just stop, okay?" Thats all he asked..you nod as your head nuzzled deeper into the creves of his neck.."I love you, you know that right?" You break the silence, your arms just wrapping themselves around him tighter.."I love you too.." he said before kissing your forehead and turning off the light.

Done! Took me around 2 hours to make all this but I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you loads for the submission:3

#cod #m!reader #ghost x m!reader #gay #fluff #light angst #ghost x you #x male reader #warning #bloodwarning #simonghostriley #ghost

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mengy007 · 10 months

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The Aftermath of today’s episode:

(The sun and Moon show episode: Eclipse is a sad nobody)

Eclipse stumbled wearily through the pizzaplex as a soft sobbing noise was heard.

Sun’s outburst plus the pain he was experiencing from the Star’s backlash had caused him to cry, he had never actually cried before so this was new and alarming to him, gosh what if someone found him like this?!

“Why can’t I stop…” He mumbled through whimpers and cries, “this is so pathetic…”

He ended up collapsing after his legs gave out on him and he fell in the place he wanted to be in the least…

Gator Golf.

‘I’m going to die here…’ he thought, Sun and Moon’s words rang in his head…

He clamped his hands over the sides of his faceplate, trying to block out the noise, then reached out for something, anything. Some source of comfort thought he knew he didn’t deserve it…

To his surprise, a gentle blue and green hand held his, and without thinking he took hold of it, his artificial lungs were breathing rapidly as he struggled to say something, a reassuring hand pat his head and an angelic voice hushed him, “Hey, it’s okay Eclipse. Im here” The voice spoke Eclipse recognized it now…it was Earth.

Eclipse was choking on his words, sobbing uncontrollably

“It hurts, it hurts…” He whimpered, “I can’t breathe…”

“Just relax, it’s okay” Earth said, continuing to pat his head “it’s alright, you’re not alone anymore”

Earth helped him to sit upright and put her hands on his shoulders.

Eclipse was covering his face with his hands and was still sobbing softly, “Eclipse, you need to breathe okay?” Earth said, “follow me, just relax. It’s okay”

She slowly breathed in and out, making sure Eclipse followed her breathing, and eventually he calmed down.

“…but why?” Eclipse asked, “Why what?” Earth replied, tilting her head a bit “why did you help me…? I hurt Sun and Moon, I killed Lunar…” Eclipse said, Earth frowned and reached up to put a hand on his cheek…

Eclipse gasped lightly and flinched as if she was going to hit him.

This saddened Earth even more, and she gently rested her hand on Eclipse’s cheek, Eclipse looked at her, seemingly amazed. He had never had any form of physical attention or comfort before, this was his first.

“I help you because no one deserves to suffer like this, even someone as bad as you are…” She said “and technically, I’m your sister. This is just what siblings do for eachother” she gave a friendly smile.

Eclipse listened to her words and gently held the wrist of her hand that was on his cheek

When she attempted to pull it away Eclipse just whimpered and pulled it back, he didn’t understand why but he didn’t want the comfort to leave…

Earth sighed and gently hugged Eclipse

The hug from Earth was warm, gentle, and Eclipse felt safe…

All these emotions were new to him, some were scary to experience and even scarier because he didn’t understand them, but Earth made all those bad feelings seemingly melt away…

Eclipse just went limp, letting Earth hug him.

He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, he was so tired…

Maybe for once he could sleep and not have to worry about anything…

Just this once.

And before he knew it, he had drifted off.

Earth noticed how still Eclipse was, and when she glanced at him she saw he was asleep, She smiled a bit and picked him up which was an easy task because she was much taller than him, she went into the vents and being Earth, naturally she was curious and had often explored the vents, she had found a little secret storage room she could hide him in so he could sleep, in her eyes he was a child, he didn’t fully grasp what he wanted and had no idea how to process emotions. So naturally, she took care of him like one.

She set up a small little makeshift bed with an old mattress and a blanket she found as well as a pillow, and she gently laid Eclipse there, tucking him in.

Her work was done here, so she left him a note on how to exit the place just in case and left the vents…

#i love this thing #sun and moon show #crying rn #fnaf #sundrop #eclipse #five nights at freddy's #yas #earth #sams

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thelilsem · 1 year

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Understandings (Xiao x Reader)

Summary:

Ever since you made residence at Wangshu Inn, you couldn't help but take in the beautiful scenery and of course, the person that comes with it. Xiao was one of your newest friends, so when you arrive late from your day of bounties, torn up and hurt, it arouses concern in the both of you-- More Xiao than yourself. Xiao never understood why mortals made such reckless decisions but in the end, he supposed that maybe not all mortals were idiotic and selfish.

xiao takes care of u yayyyay

Notes:

I started playing genshin again and fell in love w xiao again, so im doing this to please my inner self :D ( And am sorry I still didn’t update the Neteyam x Reader story, I will asap )

Ruin guards?

Easy.

Fatui Agents?

Easy enough.

Ruin hunters?

Yeah sure, you could deal with them. No problem.

But enemy after enemy, ruin guard after ruin guard, and fatui agent after fatui agent-- maybe not so much. Your body ached from the exertion and physical strain that the adrenaline had covered during your bounties. Muscles were tense and stiff, feeling like you could barely lift your sword, much less your sore legs and the constant pound in your head a reminder of your headache.

Pushing yourself past your limits wasn’t something out of the blue or unusual, but being arrogant and senseless wasn’t either. There’s always a time where there’s enough, but that was completely void to you. You seemed to only realize this at times when it’s already too late.

You groaned to yourself miserably with a hand against your temple, dragging yourself down the sandy path of the Liyue roads, beads of sticky sweat dripping down your forehead. And just adding on to the suffering and uneasiness, the air of the setting day felt impossibly still. There was no rustle of the dead leaves or even the brushes of grass. Just silence, heat, and the continuous drums in your head.

Time breezed past rather quickly since you started your bounties that morning-- and as the saying goes: time flies by when you’re having fun-- if fun is taking down large killing machines and pain-in-the-ass fatui.

The sky glowed a bright orange, different shades and tones of red smudging with the darkening blue canvas (instead of the bright, clearless sky of the morning what felt like only a few hours ago)-- a perfect picture of the horizon, and if not for your current conditions, you would’ve watched the rest of it set until nightfall. But nobody stays out alone at night, especially in Liyue. At least if you were smart enough not to.

“Shit..” you muttered to yourself, leaning against a light pole and shaking your head tiredly, the shifting of your weight causing the lamp above you to flicker momentarily. You almost forgot that you were supposed to meet with Xiao later that night; you could only imagine what thoughts might be running through his head right now. Over the few months you began to stay at Wangshu Inn, the two of you grew rather close, albeit being difficult since the Adeptus was someone you couldn’t really.. converse with easily. It took almost two months just to get him to speak more than two words to you, and what felt like forever to finally interact with physical contact. You bite your lip, eyebrows coming together, before you pushed yourself off from the support of the pole. If you stayed there any longer, you would’ve just called it a day there and collapsed.

From the cracks of your fingers, you could see the soft lights of the Wangshu Inn glowing eerily in the distance. A small feeling of relief made your shoulders sag to see the familiar outline of the building. Your shoes no longer kicked up stones and dust but creaked against smooth hardwood as you climbed the stairs leading up. Your arm grasped the railing for support as you heaved yourself up what felt like thousands of steps.

You were almost there-- just a few more steps.

One foot, then another..

You licked your dry lips, eyelids fluttering in exhaustion and long-needed sleep.

The shadow of your hand then reached forward but grasped at nothing as you collapsed onto the stairs leading up to the lobby of the Inn. Your body sagged against the railing, and as uncomfortable as you were, you couldn’t dare lifting another muscle.

Xiao Pov:

It had been hours since the traveler last checked in. The Adeptus couldn’t help but glance at the clock that hung tauntingly on the wall every few minutes, watching as each minute ticked by in Y/N’s absence.

Xiao slouched in his seat in the back of the lobby of the Inn before quickly straightening himself. He was growing restless, and something he didn’t want to admit-- worried. It’s not often he finds himself fond of a mortal-- not even often-- more like never. And to have the one mortal he grew close to missing after curfew set him on edge. His mind buzzed with possibilities and circumstances that would have led to her late arrival, not of which being good.

“Y/N..” he whispered under his breath, eyes staring past the archway of the entrance to the Inn and to the dark, empty sky.

Xiao left his seat swiftly and stalked to the balcony, but his attention snapped to the soft thud that met him halfway. The Adeptus hesitated for a moment, expression pensive, before he continued out to observe. Xiao stared down at the edge of the stairs with blank eyes, one foot on the stair below him and another still on the balcony. The traveler lay sprawled out across the steps, littered in cuts and torn clothing. Xiao blinked, enveloping in incomprehensible feelings. Xiao was never good with emotions or the actions of mortals. To see his friend passed out on the floor was honestly horrifying, albeit he’d ever admit it and it would never show across his deadpan.

The Adeptus released a shaky breath and cautiously moved closer to investigate. Wary eyes panned over her body and gentle expression under the soft moonlight. Xiao awkwardly leaned over to retrieve the traveler, one arm reaching under the crevice of her knees while the other drew itself around her back. She stirred a bit in his grasp, which was enough to make him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

He made his way to the traveler’s bedroom with little to no struggle. Her body fell from his gentle hold to the soft sheets of her bed. From the seat beside the bedside he stared at the cuts and wounds covering her body-- it was apparent enough that she had been fighting, but the cause for her fall still drew a blank in the Adeptus’s mind.

Reckless mortals, he thought, eyes slightly narrowing.

Xiao scoffed quietly to himself before he made his way over to her closet-- he remembered that day when the traveler invited him to her room and showed him her belongings. He remembered the familiar white and red print of the med-kit that she showed him all those weeks ago and retrieved it without trying to invade the traveler’s personal belongings. Inside was simple medical supplies-- bandages, some cream that he had no idea what was used for, and a small pair of scissors with a needle and thread. He made a cursory glance over to the sleeping traveler, grabbing the bandages only and setting the med-kit on the bed stand.

Hesitance made his body still as he stood inches from her body. He didn’t want to do something wrong; he didn’t want to hurt her. So with extreme precision and care, he lifted back her sleeves and the clothing that revealed her wounds. He tore a long strand of the white bandage with his teeth before gently wrapping it around each wound, attempting not to disrupt her sleeping. But it seemed his precision was futile-- the traveler stirred again, making Xiao take a small step back. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared at the wide eyes of the Adeptus before she took in the situation.

“Xiao?..” she croaked quietly. He could tell she was too tired to even lift her head by the way her body shifted towards him ever so slightly to get a better angle.

“Are you hurting? Is something too tight?” he asked. His voice was flat and blank but his urgency was enough to show the traveler his concern.

“Wha..?-- Oh..” Y/N slowly lifted her arms, revealing white banged tinted by the soft red of her blood that went all the way from her wrists all the way to her elbows. “No, it’s fine.”

The Adepti’s expression never shifted.

“Really, it’s fine,” the traveler reassured. “Thank you, Xiao. If it weren’t for you I probably would’ve had the worst back pains of my life tomorrow,” she laughed lightly.

Xiao stared for a moment before nodding. He took a step back, figuring it was his cue to take his leave (since he had no clue what to do next), but the traveler’s eyes suddenly widened and her arm shot up towards him. She winced, slowly retreating it back across her stomach, and licked her lips nervously. The Adeptus couldn’t help but stare with curious but wary eyes.

“Can.. you stay? Please..?”

Xiao’s eyebrows drew together-- it was such a simple question yet it felt like his mind was blowing fumes around it.

“Stay..?” he repeated slowly, the word thick on his tongue.

The traveler nodded and shifted on her bed, making room for the Adeptus beside her. Her eyes glittered with an emotion Xiao couldn’t comprehend, which made him ever the more curious.

He wanted to understand.

Xiao slowly made his way over to the bed, and although reluctant, settled himself stiffly beside the traveler, apprehensive. His arms crossed themselves awkwardly across his chest as he stared up at the ceiling, casually throwing a few furtive glances towards the contented traveler beside him.

Seeing the traveler smile made him feel good. He.. liked seeing her happy, and oddly enough, it made him happy.

Her body unexpectedly shifted into his, her head resting on his chest, eyes fluttering sleepily. His breath hitched in the back of his throat, body tensing, and it took him what felt like minutes to finally adjust and wrap an arm around her shoulder. He watched as her body would rise and fall against his and the way her body would subconsciously press closer— the way their legs intertwined, and how her warm breath seeped through his thin clothing.

Was this.. A normal thing to do?

Xiao didn’t understand, and he wondered if he ever would. But sitting there, side by side and exchanging the warmth of his friend-- his companion, was enough to make him understand one thing:

It made him happy. It made him warm, and not just on the outside.

#xiao #xiao x you #xiao x reader #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin imapct #genshin xiao #imagines #x reader #fanfic #xiao imagines

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underratedandoverit · 2 months

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drain me of every memory

1,4k words hangman page/swerve strickland

im sleep deprived to hell and back but i couldnt sleep before i wrote this as i was finally struck with a vision i had to follow through. i also did not proofread this very carefully oops i have never written either of these two before so if they have terrible voices im so sorry also if this completely fucking sucks dont tell me please let me live in my tired ignorance lmao other than that i hope you enjoy it!! if its worth anything i'd love to know tho ;;

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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The night had absolutely not gone how he would have wanted. It was a very small comfort in Swerve’s mind that Hangman hadn’t managed to win either, that he was the one suffering the big loss in tonight's huge three-way match, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy the need. The hunger he had to see the cowboy suffer even more, making him feel the pain of those opportunities he snatched away from Swerve with his little tricks.

It wasn’t difficult at all to seek him out later in the evening. They had all stayed around until the end of the main event, everyone wanted to give Sting that one big sendoff together, and Swerve had spied Hangman in the crowd among the rest of the roster in the building tonight, easily. To say that the man looked uneasy and disappointed was an understatement, no matter how much he tried to hide it beneath the mask of a celebration in the moment.

Even past the mass of people between them, Swerve could see that those eyes still weren’t quite right, as they hadn’t been for some time now.

He didn’t even bother to knock on the locker room door, thinking the worst that he could do was catch Hangman changing. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a locker room before, like he hadn’t seen almost everything this man had to offer, nothing that could faze him.

It wasn’t like they didn’t share an unspeakable bond created by a spur of a moment that they had to live with separately together with forever. A bond that was much more intimate than anything a naked eye could see.

A smirk tucked the corners of his lips as Swerve watched the confusion quickly take over the entire face of the blond, though the obvious anger quickly rose back on Hangman’s features. Maybe Swerve was able to see even a slight bit of embarrassment radiating from him, if he focused carefully enough.

“What the hell do you want?”

Swerve’s hands shot up, in both a defensive and calming manner, eyes never leaving Hangman and his obvious distress. “Calm down. I’m not here to wage more wars if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah?” Swerve watched silently as Hangman stood up from his chair, staring daggers at him. “Well I’m not done with you, or afraid to kick your ass if I have to!”

“And fail at that task again? I doubt it.”

His calm demeanor was clearly agitating Hangman further, but the joy Swerve took in just watching his struggle to keep his emotions in check and his words coherent was immeasurable. Just seeing the small visual cues of Hangman’s eyes wandering as he tried to collect himself, hands squeezing into fists and opening up again, the way he almost, just almost wanted to start pacing the small room to calm himself down.

It was all almost too much, too good to be true. Too good to be a real thing he was witnessing with his own eyes, let alone causing.

“Well,” Swerve chuckled quietly, his low voice softly rumbling off the empty walls of the room around them. His hands dropped down again, finding comfort in the pockets of his jacket. “At least I’m not the one who lost that match out there. I think that gives me room to speak.”

That was the right button to push clearly, as Hangman’s eyes shot towards him again, narrowing almost dangerously as he closed the gap between the two men with just a few quick strides, both hands grabbing the front of Swerve’s jacket. He didn’t even flinch, just watched with a smirk as Hangman shook him slightly, his eyes burning with clear anger and frustration.

“Listen here, you little shit!” He wasn’t even trying to control the level of his voice anymore, the frustrations of the entire night pouring over in one fell swoop, manifesting out with a string of incoherent curses and hands trying to wildly shake the other man, whether to intimidate him or bring him to his senses, Swerve wasn’t sure. All he knew was that neither of those ideal options was working.

All Swerve needed to do, was to lean just a tiny bit closer to his face, to freeze Hangman on his tracks, quieting down, the sudden realization of how close they were washing over him. His eyes fixated on Swerve, who quite honestly looked like he was anything but hating this whole ordeal that he had once again managed to cause. Hands on him, his jacket, holding, pulling him close.

His first reaction was to look away, but Hangman clearly wasn’t done with him yet as the hands remained in their place, he just needed to collect himself to figure out how to proceed from here. Seeing his opening though, Swerve didn’t give him much time to think, soon a hand reaching for Hangman’s face, almost forcefully gripping his jaw, turning him back forward.

A soft blush dusted over the blond’s features. Just as Swerve had thought he briefly saw.

“What’s the matter?” His voice was taunting, clearly trying to push it even further than things had already advanced to. “I thought you said you weren’t done with me yet, cowboy.”

Hangman clearly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing without anything going in or coming out of it. His hands still had a tight grip of Swerve’s jacket, keeping him close even if neither would have wanted that, almost as if he was aware that if he let go, the situation would likewise disappear, slip away from his grip.

Swerve could see Hangman’s eyes wandering on his face, glancing down to his lips as Swerve licked them, almost as if giving him visual clues. Giving him ideas he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to act on them, to chase them, to realize them.

Thankfully there were two of them in the situation, as Swerve quickly closed the gap, pressing their lips together. Hangman let out almost a surprised gasp at the sudden touch, but it didn’t take a lot of persuading to pull him deeper into the feeling that he wasn’t going to admit that he had longed to feel for a while now. The blond’s grip almost tightened on Swerve’s jacket, just holding him close, holding his breath as he felt the pair of soft lips against his, first just as a peck, slowly going for something deeper, more meaningful.

As the curious tongue slipped into the mix to lick over his lips, any thoughts of resistance were officially gone from Hangman’s mind as he gave into the temptation, the soft, deep kiss of a cursed rival.

Hangman still held him close by the front of his jacket, afraid of letting go, of potentially wasting this opportunity. Opportunity to do what exactly, that he wasn’t so sure about. Swerve’s hand slipped from his jaw, up along it to brush a coil of rogue hair behind Hangman’s ear, finally slipping up his neck into his hair. He balled a good amount of his coils, giving it a firm, almost commanding tuck.

Hangman could feel Swerve smiling against his lips as he moaned quietly.

And almost as fast as the moment had begun, it was already over. Swerve pulled away with ease, leaving Hangman breathing heavily and chasing after those lips he wanted back onto him, but all he got back was a chuckle. The hand slipped away from his hair, grabbing a hold of his hand, still somewhat gently ripping it off from his jacket.

Hangman almost jumped as Swerve leaned back closer, lips brushing against his ear. A hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

“Maybe next time,” Swerve whispered to him, clear amusement in his voice over the state he had managed to put the other man in, “You actually try if you want to go for the gold.”

Hangman didn’t get a word out of his mouth, just watched, still stunned over the events that had transpired as Swerve finally fully pulled away, ripping himself away from the blond’s grip. Hands finding their way back into his pockets like before, Swerve just turned on his heels, heading out of the locker room without another word, without getting any resistance back.

At least Swerve had the mental victory over knowing whose name was living rent free in Hangman’s mind for the rest of the night.

#fic #character: hangman page #character: swerve strickland #ship: hangmanswerve #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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z0-ne · 4 months

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Christmas time (Fish eyes! Uncle illumi x child reader! platonic)

Dead dove: do not eat - Mentions of emotional abuse, physical, scars, suicidal thoughts kidnapping and isolation. Read with caution!

It's a Holiday. A Holiday I should celebrate, or at least I should be celebrating. I should be happy I've finally found my way out of that wretched room.

My nails are bent and some hanging onto the skin by a thread, but I am free of that cold dark room.

My feet may be bare, the snow stings at my toes, freezing my nerves and causing me to shiver, but I don't have to worry about the cruel gaze of those empty black eyes. The ones that stare at me, unblinking, unfeeling as I am whipped for failing to win his sick games or the games of his accomplice.

I'm alone, but I am alive. I am older than I was when I was brought here. I am no longer that small child, sobbing their days away with a grumbling stomach. A ten year old child stands in their place.

I have learned my way around that house, but it was easier in the summer to track a way out. With the snow piling, nearly reaching up to my knees with every step, the wind harsh and unforgiving as more snow covers my line of sight.

Winter is cold and merciless.

I keep going. I'm not sure what I am really looking for at this point, I want a way out. But I cant tell if I'm closer or further from my goal. What will I do once I think I'm safe?

Will I run? Will I simply hide away? If I hide where would I hide? As far as Im concerned there isnt another sign of life for miles, and the winter is much to harsh for me to make it to town just to get others killed like....

Like I did all that time ago. The memories of her dead corpse, her lifeless body hiting the ground, how she painted the grass red with her blood. It haunts me to this day, and I know it should.

He's told me, so many times. Nothing would've happened had I simply stayed where I was told to be. Had I not let my curiosity- no, my stupidity get to me, I wouldn't have led her to her death.

At first, I was in denial, I tried to push away my thoughts of accountability, burying them under false thoughts that I was simply a child.

Excuses. Thats what it was, and I am much to old for those now. So where can I go? What can I do? I can not go to another, for the fear of killing someone else for my own selfish needs is far too much for me to bare.

The snow grows taller, and my body grows colder. However I keep walking, for some reason I don't stop. Its like my body won't let me.

The body that should be dead, but stays alive only by taking from others. I should've died that day. Not her, not my Nanny, such a kind selfless soul, even in her last moments she did nothing but give while all I did was stand by and take.

I took her chance of life away once I ran, I took it away once I stayed still instead of running back to her and pleading to go home.

'Home.'. I think to myself, my breath hitches as my heart stops for just a moment. What is that at this point? Is it the place where I am beaten for allowing my steps to be heard in the halls?? Where I am told I should feel guilty for being alive when if given the chance I'd gladly fix my mistake?

Is it the place where I thought I'd be happier, surrounded with my siblings, my parents, in a warm area with a fire infront of me to keep me warm. Food on the stove, the smell of it enough to make my mouth water and my stomach grumble.

A place where my birth was a blessing instead of a curse. Where my life is celebrated and I am not punished for every breath I take.

Do I...even deserve such a place? I've taken from them, a life. Its no wonder they haven't come for me yet. It has been four years, and not even a single sign. New scars, deeper and more painful are placed upon me everyday, and they're likely joined together by the fire enjoying its gentle warmth.

While I am suffering in the rough hands of the cold. The snow at my knees, my eyes squinted, I can hardly feel my face now. If I were to cry, my tears would likely freeze.

As I continue to drag my feet through the snow, I see something in the distance- no not something. Someone, it is...my fathers shadow? All the way out here?

I hear his distant call, his voice so familiar it has to be him. 'No, I shouldn't waste his time...my uncle...says I'm a nuisance to them.' I think, attempting to remind myself that I no long have a place there.

However, I hear his voice call out to me once more, and my body reacts despite my mind screaming for it to give up. My legs picking themselves up as they force themselves through the snow.

A loud crunch as I stomp through it, only to trip over my leg, I fall forward but that doesn't matter, my body keeps moving, my arms flailing around aimlessly to keep moving despite knowing I shouldn't bother.

He's there, he's so close and I see it. I imagine the warmth of his hug, how it felt to be engulfed in his arms and swung around as if it was a miracle to see me and i longed for that love again.

So I kept going. I got closer, and closer, squinting my eyes as the wind grew more harsh. Once close enough, I reached out yelling at his back, hoping to grab onto the fabric and catch his attention. So he'd lift me into his arms and hold me once more.

"Dad!" I call out but I an disappointed, my eyes opened wide, my vision clears as the wind stops-- no time itself seemed to stop. It wasn't the back of my father, nor the shadow of Gon or my mother

No, it was but a lonely tree. No lights. No ornaments. Nothing. Its trunk was buried into the snow, and only the green is visible.

In an instance, I feel my heart shatter, and I fall to my knees as the wind blows once more, gently moving the leafs of the tree, swaying back and forth.

Another case of denial. Why would they come for me? Why would they ever even for a moment consider bringing me back when I've only caused problems in their lives?

Even when I know I don't deserve a home, even when I know I don't deserve their love, or their warmth. I still have those selfish thoughts, those pointless wishes.

I look down, my hands numb and covered in snow. I'm so cold...but I deserve it. I don't deserve the warmth. I look at my arms and wrist, covered in welts and bruises from my punishments, atoning for my actions.

A little pain in comparison to my Nanny loosing her life... I have been far too lucky.

My eyelids are growing heavy, and so is the rest of my body. I shiver as I loose feeling in my trembling bones. 'I should've...died that day....I should die now...' I think to myself as I lay in the snow, underneath that lonely tree.

While my vision has gone black, I can hear footsteps approaching in the distance. As I wish for death, I know a fate much worse awaits me once he arrives.

The winter may be cruel and merciless, but it can also be beautiful and kind unlike my Uncle.

Illumi, more cruel than winter, and anything I've ever known, and as my mind fades. I can only hope to be selfish one more time and not wake up the next day.

(BONUS! [Just in case you want a kinda happy ending])

Honestly, I've only dealt with two children as... stupid as this one.

What child, would run off in the middle of a blizzard and in the dead of night none the less?

I have been walking for hours, questioning why I am doing this for some child who isn't really my responsibility. I never said we should kidnap them. I was done with raising children after their mother.

Alas, their potential did catch my attention, not to mention the odd sense of dejavu I get when I look at them.

I have a coat, and clothes to cover up, but I didn't think I'd be hunting down a preteen so late at night, by myself nonetheless.

'Being left to babysit and I've lost it in the middle of a blizzard. How lovely-' I think to myself, before I pause. I see them, just as they fall face first into the snow.

I sigh, shaking my head as I walk through the snow, it crunches beneath my feet as i get closer to them. Once close enough, there they are. Curled up in the snow,, trembling.

Again, I get a sense of dejavu. Its the worse times when they look most like their mother to me. They're just as troublesome as she was, I grunt as I bend down, picking them up by the scuffle of their shirt and hoist them over my shoulder.

"You should be lucky that Illumi didn't find you." I say with a chuckle, the child is unconscious, although if illumi had found them instead of me a punishment would await them once they wake.

"Take this act of mercy as your "present" from me."

However, judging by their frozen skin, and trembling body I'm sure the winter was punishment enough.

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