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ataraxystoriess · 1 year

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death at the hands of love—

genre ⤍ angst

relationships ⤍ childe x gn!reader

warnings ⤍ guns, reader death, not proof read, all lowercase

a/n ⤍ quill posting a fic after like a month not clickbait!! anyway hi everyone i had this idea in the middle of work and knew i had to write it. i hope y'all like it!!

a soft whimper sliced through the thick tension in the room, causing you to open your eyes once more, refocusing on what was in the center.

your love.

childe stood there, standing tall in a relaxed position. a small smile played at his lips, but his eyes weren’t directed towards you. rather, they were directed towards the one thing he loved more than you.

teucer sat in a chair, a foot or so away from you. tears streaked his cheeks as he looked back and forth from you to his brother.

“brother? why are you holding a gun?” the hesitant question spilling from his lips, as if the gun was being aimed at him.

“this?” childe laughed, spinning the gun in his hand, “this is just a toy, my dear brother.” he put the gun on top of his head, balancing it and winking at teucer.

you smiled softly at the act, pretending like the crumpled note in your hand didn’t say otherwise.

"it’s your brother or the girl. choose. this is your punishment."

punishment for what, you had no idea. how they found out about you, you also had no idea.

you and childe tried your hardest to keep your love a secret. stolen moments outside the backs of restaurants, an accidental brush of hands as he buys something he doesn't need from your store, a soft kiss as the stars shone brighter in the night.

and yet, here you were.

"hey, we have to test out this toy to see if the fake bullets actually work. but it makes a really loud noise. can you go outside? go buy some food, i'll be out in a second." childe shot a smile at his little brother, holding out some mora in his hand.

tecuer nodded, sliding off his chair and grabbing the mora. he scurried outside, the door slipping closed with a soft click.

childe then faced you, his face immediately crumpling.

and for a minute, for a minute you hoped he'd wink at you and say it was a prank, to pick you up and swing you while singing in his obnoxious voice.

then he raised the gun.

"i'm so sorry it has to end like this." he whispered, a tear streaking down his cheek.

you thought of begging for your life. you really did. but you knew, no matter what you did, you wouldn't leave this room alive. because even if childe loved you, he loved his family more. and you would have to live with that.

you would have to die because of it.

"it'll be alright," you smiled at him, tears forming in your eyes, giving the word a soft haze.

"i love you so much childe."

"and i love you more."

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people say before you die you see your life flash before your eyes.

its not true.

before you died, you saw childe's face looking at you, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips as tears stained the concrete floor.

maybe it because in that moment, he was your life or death.

and he chose death.

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tecuer held childes hand, happily bouncing up and down.

"where's your lover?" he asked, chocolate staining the outside of his lips.

childe paused in his walk, looking down at his brother.

"what do you mean, lover?"

teucer looked up at his brother, his round eyes filling with confusion.

"i thought that person was your lover. are they not? that's what i told the nice lady the other day, the one with a bright red outfit and a mask."

terror slowly descended upon childe as he realized what his brother had done.

just as you were the cause for teucers survival, he was the cause of your death.

childe blinked away the tears in his eyes.

"no, they're just a friend. and they went for a nap. a really long one."

hi !! thank you for reading this! if you did please rb (tags make me so happy but no pressure) and i hope you liked it!

taglist: @w4yf1nder, @ireallylikehamsters

#!— fresh books #childe x you #childe #childe x reader #childe x fem!reader #childe x y/n #ajax x reader #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax angst #ajax x y/n #tartagalia x you #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin childe #genshin angst

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degenerateshinji · 1 year

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buuuuuuuuncha akutagawa sketches

he's my favorite character ever istg

bonus: akutagawa do a cartwheel

#akutagawa ryuunosuke #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #akutagawa fanart #sskk #shin soukoku #genderbend #my art #the bandages one is my lil hc that akutagawa wears bandages since dazai always did #also because akutagawa gets hurt a lot so im assuming he always got fresh wounds #he covers them up w bandages. he does. its canon to me.#the last ones meant to be fem akutagawa but u cant see her too well cause i decided to render that shit my bad

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myketheartista · 9 months

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hey gamers! if you don’t know me by name, just consider me the lesbian parvill artist. im here to say that you should vote for Bangarry against Hatsome so they can move on to face Parvill. my offer is that i’ll post the full image of this drawing if Bangarry ends up beating Parvill. i was planning to post it further on in the future… but with your vote for Bangarry, you could get it SOONER! god knows with how bad my attention span is, you could never get it! war isn’t easy, and i am a certified Hatsome and Parvill soldier, but sacrifices must be made to achieve world (bangarry) domination. so vote to move Bangarry onto the true battle against Parvill where your vote will be most valued…. and yeah, you’ll get girlfriends. i’ll also throw in a doodle or two of them as extra compensation.

@yogscastshipbracket

#myke speaks #yogscast #parvill #fem!parv #miss strife #sun & alex #so sorry it had to come to this fellow Hatsome and parvill enjoyers #but sometimes even I can be influenced by the wiles of bangarry #they’re everything to me #while parvill is literally a part of my heart and lungs at this point #they’re kinda like old men who I gotta out to bed #bangarry is the fresh fruit I need to uplift #gotta keep parvill safe in their little bed and rocking chairs so they don’t pull a muscle y’know #but honestly if u think shep’s propaganda of normal parvill kissing isn’t good enough maybe I can offer you the ladies #hitting you with my super powerful lesbian beams #also did y’all like my yoglabs reference I can’t ever get it out of my head and it’s been like 5 years

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littlelioncub43 · 1 year

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Steve bringing over some fresh meat (wink wink) for reader, so she can feed her basement husband Robert🥰

Hehehe silly thang.

I'm weirdly only getting a small opening blurb for this so this is what we're going with!

With the sun finally dipping below the horizon, the sterile house around you seemed to soften. The warm lights that you had picked out were much more inviting than the blinding white lights Steve originally installed.

You're such a surgeon, it kills me, you teased.

Oh, don't tease, sweetheart, only I get to kill you, he cooed.

Humming a soft tune, you began to gather what you needed. Cutting boards, pots, pans, spoons, knives— all were neatly tucked away in the kitchen, your kitchen now. Steve would be home soon, so you might as well get as much prep done as you could before he arrived. You hated when your counter tops were too cluttered.

The rhythmic slices of onions, garlic, and potatoes always soothed you, it put you in just the right state of mind, one that you can relax and let loose in. The sound of Steve's car pulling in the drive stole you away from your little bubble, the organized bowls of ingredients neatly set in front of you made you smile. Man, time does fly when you're having fun.

You hear Steve's voice, no doubt charming another woman, or man, or whomever was unfortunate enough to be taken in by your husband. He was a flirt, unbearably smooth-talking. He could charm the bees out of the hive if he wanted to. You told him he'd make a damn good politician, but he scrunched his nose and chuckled 'they give too many speeches.'

You're busy sharpening your knife as he rounds the corner, some pretty little thing following blindly behind him like some poor puppy. Her bashful smile at whatever he said is quickly lost the moment she sees you.

"O-Oh," she squeaks, frozen in her spot as she watches Steve round the counter top, making his way over to give you a loving peck. "I-Im sorry, I didn't kno–"

"It's alright, darling," you soothe her with a gentle smile, she relaxed ever so slightly at your calming voice, just as you wanted. You quickly drink in her form: supple flesh, rounded cheeks, glowing skin— oh, she's perfect. Bobby'll like her, you thought. "Steve told me he invited you over for dinner. Are you hungry?"

"Starving," she nodded.

"Good," you grinned, "so are we."

#murderer monday #romantic murderer monday #murderer monday drabble fest #steve kemp #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x fem!reader #steve kemp x fem reader #steve kemp x female!reader #steve kemp x female reader #steve kemp x gn!reader #steve kemp x gn reader #steve kemp x gender neutral reader #fresh 2022 #steve kemp apologist club #dark reader #steve kemp x dark!reader #little lion literature

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mblue-art · 1 year

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Hi. I saw that you like Lust. Not many people I see like Lust. Everyone hates him. It's nice to see someone who also likes him. :) Amazing art!

Hullo ! I love Lust, very much so!! 🥺💙💜💙💜

I understand the hate bc of the content made around him by the OG creator,

But what I do is acknowledge that this is the roots, this is how it started, (also if my memory is right and if im not bullshittin i think it was funny that it started as a joke au where 'everyone is mtt except himself' and now ofc it evolved into an actual au— anyway hope op's doing ok 🙏), take what I like from that AU (ex. lust being Very Sans) and then add a shitton of headcanons on top like it's whipped cream/frosting on a cupcake, maybe w/ some sprinkles, even uwu

That's why he's soft, I love soft Underlust Sans, I contribute to soft Lust content bc he's more than just the multiverse's 'pervert' like smhhh 😤😤😤 where's that post— THIS, look at this 👈👈👈

Also ppl can just. Make headcanons/have their own interpretations lol. (Wait ok well some AU creators might not like?? That??? But since Underlust AU concept technically belongs to the community now.........) Go ham, man, you don't have to religiously follow the canon content if you're uncomfy with it <3

Fandom experience is all about having fun !! Look at me I'm doing selfship art bc that makes me happy ! 💜💙 (I may be cringe... but i am free 😎 /ref)

#whats NOT FUN tho is uhhh being mean and possibly bullying/harrassing ppl?? thats. thats rude????#that is- in the words of Fresh— 'Totally unrad broski.'#not mad btw!! now lets go bacj to me simping—#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #also hello fandom can we have more masc bod lust sans btw 🅱️lease i am like a starved man in a beach full of hot girl summers /hj #not that i dont like the fem slay 💅 take that most of the fandom currently has- i appreciate it!!#hes SO gender and very pretty and he deserves to be!! even i contribute to pretty lust propaganda #but i want balance is the thing lmao o(-< i dont think there isnt a lot of masc (bod) lust content compared to the other and hrhrggh #the sans trait is what made me fall for his goof ass i want to see him masc and sans-y and boy and-#UERGHF BOY IN LAP i want to kiss him make him feel loved he deserves to be SO loved and appreciated #i want to be so gd sappy with this man

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unicornblossom13 · 1 year

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FemShadow [to Tails]: If you see Sonic, please give him this face. [puts on a neutral expression and lifts up her hand, palm facing upward] He’ll know what it means.

[Later]

Tails: Speaking of Shadow, she wanted me to give you a message. [repeats the expression and gesture from earlier]

Sonic [sharp intake of breath]: The neutral face of displeasure.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #fem shadow #tails #miles tails prower #sonadow #incorrect sonic quotes #source: fresh off the boat

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tearsasmascara · 1 year

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head empty only childhood best friend kaeya,,

childhood best friend! kaeya who always used to pull on your pigtails

childhood best friend! kaeya who would complain about you to the teacher even if you didnt do anything

childhood best friend! kaeya who always took your dessert during lunch and laugh when you complained

childhoodbest friend! kaeya who always would tease you and then slyly threaten other people who did tease you

childhood best friend! kaeya who would always tell you how bad you looked whenever you wore a dress, hiding the soft red tint that dusted his cheeks

omg,,,

#[fresh books]#should i add more to this #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya alberich #kaeya x fem!reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x y/n #if this gets enough notes i’ll make it a proper fix #*fic

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year

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it's the 90's favorite trashbag!!!

fresh sans belongs to loverofpiggies

#my art #utmv #fresh sans #human!fresh #fem!fresh #jhbhv i had sO much fun with this one you guys omg >:'Dc #i'll be honest i never really vibed with fresh at first and for most of my time in the fandom really-#i guess his design/personality weren't my thing back then ig hhh xD #but i can see it now...the appeal i mean!#the aura they give off is so cool and mesmerizing- and like i couldn't manage to pull it off perfectly here but it's there!!!#and his design's colors colors are so fun to figure out and play with too like it's just so!!#so interesting how you can find combinations you've never even thought of before in a way that both looks terrible #and awesome at the same time hjhgjhg xD #i mean she can definitely pull this look off tho so i guess i should give more of a chance to neon colors in general hhh #i hope you guys liked this design!! had a lot of scrapped versions but i'll def draw more of her in the future >;Dc <333

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dayurno · 2 months

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i love. aftg blogs who are very strictly about meta or at least keep a very tight leash on their discussions so they never stray into fanon material but i always feel so shy about following them back on account of the. everything about this blog. sorry i interrupted media discussion time with my grotesque desires for men to be women :(

#some of the smartest people in this fandom see me talking about force femming kevin day every day im a survivor #ITS VERY HARD OK #i think i have done some good enough character analysis over the years but well. you know!#but anyway if you post meta i love you and youre so right always and i live 4 the fresh takes #sorry about being an illiterate caveman about kevin day. ill try harder #txt

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ghostoffuturespast · 3 months

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Grandpa found a shiny wall.

#i swear this game has turned me into a literal moth #liiiiiiggggghhhhttt #cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #oc: valerie hye jin li #my grandpa v #stinky not fresh #fem v #fem v friday #10 cookies if you can guess where i took this photo #from the top #console shots

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 4

Summary: Curtis claims you.

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, smut, loss of innocence, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

Series Masterlist

*divider created by @firefly-graphics

Tanya pushes people out of the way, pulling you towards the fountain. This wasn’t how it was to be used, but she insisted. Your eyes look over towards Curtis who smiles alongside Edgar, and it makes your heart swell. He looked joyful, and even he was cleaner than he once was, thanks to Tanya.

She notices how you rarely take your eyes off of Curtis, giving you a warm smile as she washes off as much of your body as possible, “Cheryl, bring the ladies over to create a wall. She’s getting the whole body washed.”

“The whole body?” you ask her, suddenly embarrassed at being naked in front of everybody. Watching nervously as woman after woman create a barrier around you, and even Curtis and some of the other men stand guard a bit more.

“You don’t want him to see you in all your glory, and be filthy. Save that to the pillow talk,” sheepishly you look away from her as you start to undress. “Now don’t go all shy now. Everyone knows how much restraint that boy has concerning you. It’s not easy for him.”

“It’s not been easy for me either,” you smart back as she starts washing off your body.

“Easier. You don’t know what you’re missing,” the thought of Curtis with another woman, doing the things you had been doing makes your nose turn up in disgust. “He never had a lot. Stop your pouting.”

“Why is this necessary?” you ask. Curious as to why a ceremony pledging your undying love was needed. Marriages weren’t recognized by the front.

“Let me tell you about a young boy that came to live on this train. Barely made it on here. He had dreams of becoming an architect. Was in school, too. He had house plans for the home we was going to make his family. Wanted to adopt a dog for his kids, was designing the future. And then he ended up in the tail end of this godforsaken train.”

She pulls a dress on you, while it was nothing as grand as a wedding gown, her and the other ladies had made you as fancy of a dress that they could with the rags they had collected. And you smile up at Tanya when she starts styling your hair.

“That man, oh that man, you’ve got you one of the best on here. He’s fiercely protective of everyone, but mostly you. He’s going to help us. Everyone know it. He’s got plans. And maybe one day, he can design the life he thought he would have. It’s what he deserves.”

With a quick glance to Curtis, you nod your head agreeing. He truly did deserve everything he wanted, and then some. And you wanted to make that a reality to him.

Her hand moves over your belly, and she can’t help, but cry, “It’s stupid to have kids on this train. But it makes us feel human. Hoping that one of us births the one that can deliver us from this life.”

“But the winter?”

“Tanya!” Gilliam stands beside her, and there’s a quick darkness that is apparent. “There is nothing but the train. You’d do good to remember that. Sweet Aspen, Curtis has paid your bunk neighbors handsomely in protein blocks. You’ll have a few hours alone.”

“Gilliam, that is not what ladies discuss. Go on, old man. Don’t let him bother you. Decorum went out the window with such close living quarters. He’s not wrong, it’s just not appropriate. Are you ready to marry your man?”

You gulp, but nod your head. Grabbing up your hand, she walks you to the opposite end of the tail from your bunk. Both yours and Curtis’ eyes only on the other as she walks you down the makeshift aisle.

Him looking more handsome that ever, a perma-grin on his face as Gilliam does a quick speech, “These two could very well, change the world,” he says calmly tapping on his heart. Curtis didn’t catch it, but you do. A quick wink, and he moves his finger to the center of his chest.

A quick and lighthearted ceremony, just to be told, “You may now kiss your girl.”

And it was a kiss from him you hadn’t ever experienced. Deep and warm immediately. His arms wrapping around you tightly, while yours hold tight to his cheeks.

“Sheesh, go ahead and take her to your wedding suite,” Edgar groans. “Someone start singing and carrying on. And give these two what they’ve been begging for.”

Pulling apart from Curtis, only to smile up at him. Nodding your head, he grabs a hand, gently walking you towards your bunk.

It’s awkward, and you feel a bit exposed, but he made you his in front of the whole train car. Your arm wraps around him soothingly, and there’s only the tiniest part that would like to join in on the celebration. Few moments of the entire car being happy, happen. And you fear that this, too will be ruined by the front. They were always watching.

Curtis helps you in the bunk, looking at the crowd one more time, and getting a huge smile from Tanya, before he’s jumping in. Once he’s seated, you’re ready to pounce on him, but he holds you steady, “Wait.”

“Curtis, I’ve waited long enough. Who knows how long they’re going to allow,” his thick finger presses on your lips, shushing you softly.

He digs into your secret hiding spot for your necklace. Circling your neck, he puts it on. Those sinful hands drift down you, slowly. Leaning back to look at you, “Beautiful.”

“I don’t even know where it came from.”

“I was talking about you,” your hands slowly undo your dress, until you’re left trembling, nearly naked, “Aspen, what’s wrong?”

“I’m cold.”

“You won’t be for long,” holding out his hand for you, you crawl into his lap. His mouth kissing over your skin as you start undoing his buttons. Pulling off his shirt, and sighing when you make skin on skin contact.

Finally having a moment to admire his physique. Despite the squalor that you lived in, Curtis was strong. Chords of lean muscle line his skin. Your fingers trace the veins of your ‘husband’ when you notice something you hadn’t before, “How did you get this scar?”

“What?” he pants up at you. His hands grip tight to your hips; grinding you over his enticing bulge.

“The…it’s a snowflake,” he pushes you back slightly, looking at his scar, and chuckles. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a brand. It was my ticket onto the train. Shh, Aspen, your cunt is on fire, and you’re leaking through my pants. Can you not let me just,” his head tilts to the side, and he shakes his head, you were more than just a fucking. It sounded harsh to call this that. “Make love to my wife.”

His head sinks back down to your breast, and his tongue playfully licks around it, before diving in. His thick hand kneading the other one, while your body rocks over him. Your sweet sounds louder than normal, and he’s addicted. Loving the way you grab his head, and look down at him overtaking your body.

His hips jut forward, causing you to yelp, but he just lays you flat on the bed. Crawling over you, he starts kissing a line right down your front. Coming to your ruined panties, he kisses over the material, before his fingers hook around the elastic, pulling them down.

You watch him as he shimmies out of his pants. His wide body situates itself in between your thighs, and he can’t decide what he wants to focus on, your weeping cunt, or your breathless face. Curtis starts to move his hand to your entrance, but you shake your head no, “You’ve used your fingers enough.”

“Aspen…”

“I don’t care. That was the point of them being rowdy. Your wife wants you to claim her. I want to be leaking of your seed.”

He slaps your pussy, and you chirp. Eyes wide as you stare at him, “You need to quit getting sex advice from Cheryl,” her advice always paid off.

Snaking your hand down, you enter two fingers into your throbbing pussy, using them to fuck yourself. Pulling them out, Curtis stares at your drenched digits. “I want my husband to destroy me. Show me why you were the man for me.”

“Keep talking to Cheryl,” Curtis lines himself up, giving your sensitive bean a slap with his thick cock, and you nod your head at him. Eyes only on his bright blue ones when his blunt tip pushes through.

You cling to his forearms, brows furrowed, and you bite at your lip, “What was that you were saying, Aspen?” your words catch in your throat, that Diamond snowflake sliding off of your chest. “Just remember to breathe, baby. Let me do the rest. One day, I’m going to see that pretty necklace from a different angle, when I teach you how to ride my cock.”

“C-c-can I?” you hiccup up at him.

“Not yet. You get a bit deeper.”

“I like…I want you to be deeper.”

With that admission, Curtis slides in more. Your folds hugging onto his veiny girth, and he makes sure you feel every inch of him. Not stopping his journey until he bottoms out. Balls deep in your stretched cunt, and you can’t do anything but whimper up at him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he settles his body on you, and you had never felt more content, overwhelmed, but perfectly satisfied. His weight over top of you, and those fingers brush over your sweaty skin. “I love you.”

“I…too…I mean, I love you, too,” he chuckles at your struggle to speak. Stunned at how full you feel, but how warm. Crashing his lips into you, he slowly pulls himself out. “Curtis, no.”

“Hey, I’ve got you. This is how it works, we create friction. I promise, it feels amazing. You feel amazing,” you whine until he sinks back into the root, letting out a sigh of relief. “You already addicted to my cock?”

“It’s the only thing I can give you.”

“Not the only thing,” he moans, creating a languid pace as he thrusts into you. Your legs spread around him, and the sounds of your bodies connecting is the second best thing he’s heard. Your sweet and desperate mewls up at him, his ultimate favorite.

You wrap your arms around his back, going from softly running your fingers over his broad shoulders, to gripping him tightly. Your fingernails digging into him, and creating crescent moon shapes in his skin.

He picks up his pace lightly, and when you sob up his name, he slams his mouth into yours. Drowning in your sounds, when he begins a quick and deep rut into you. Had it not been for his mouth, the entire car would have heard your screams. Begging him to keep going.

Your virgin hole clenching down on him, and the both of you see stars. “Cur-Cur-Curtis! I…oh…Curtis,” his voice a mixture of deep growls and grunts, as that cock splits you in half. Your cunt molding perfectly to his length, and you see stars as lightning courses through your body.

Gripping him tightly as he fucks you even harder through your orgasm. His body aching for his release. Back arching off the bed, and you take him even deeper. Curtis unable to hold on anymore, let’s your fluttering walls milk him. His delectable cream painting your womb, and you whisper up his name.

“I know,” he pants as he rests his forehead on yours. “Gimme a minute.”

“Can we do that again, but…”

“Aspen, we’re doing that all night. All the ways you can thick of. I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

There’s a moment of silence, before he reaches out of the bunk, gathering up any discarded clothes, and your bunk mates whoop out loud. Congratulating the two of you for finally letting him take you.

“You good?” he asks, laying flat on the bed, and pulling you into him.

“Perfect.”

“I hope you don’t mind being sore. I want that everyday.”

“It’s yours. I’m yours.”

He twists his head to look at you with a post sex dopey smile. His cheeks heated and pink. His breath still not evened out, “And I’m yours.”

“Wilfred?” Claude pokes her head into the engine, as he paces around. “It’s begun.”

“A bit late,” he almost growls at her. “I give him…she was on a fucking platter just for him.”

“How long should we allow them to celebrate?” he turns and looks at her oddly. “They had a ceremony. And the tail gave him and the girl some privacy to consummate the marriage.”

“Traditionalist,” he nods his head. “I’ve chosen wisely. Make sure they get their special bricks. We need him good and strong, and her preferably swollen. Let them have their fun a bit longer. Then we’ll see if he’s truly protective over his Aspen. Gilliam has done well with his fairy tales to the boy. Make sure he gets something special in his brick, too. I want her measurements in a few weeks.”

“Of course.”

“And she didn’t have on the necklace?”

She shakes her head no at the madman, “Gilliam said she has it. Curtis has desires for her to wear it when they…”

“I don’t need details, Claude. I need results. Eighteen years in the making. What’s the temperature outside?”

“It’s rising.”

“Very well. I’ll allow another hour. They better get used to people being around them.”

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vellicore · 2 years

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Red Flags

So much for your obsession with murder mysteries… They sure didn’t help you with seeing his red flags.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader

Word count: 220

Warnings: It’s Steve Kemp… that’s a warning in itself. Talk of serial killers, implied kidnapping, implied murder.

A/N: I wrote this quickly before bed, and it has not been proof or beta read. Any mistakes are my own. This was just a quick little Drabble that came to me.

*divider by @firefly-graphics

Growing up you were always obsessed with murder mystery shows. You were the type that was determined to figure out who the killer was before anyone else did. Your friends would groan as you’d go on and on about how if this was real life you’d be able to spot a serial killer from a mile away.

Now, as you laid on the ground, it all seemed so laughable. You were so gullible to believe you’d ever stand a chance. That you’d ever be able to see through someone like Steve.

No, sixteen year old you would have believed that you’d never fall for someone like Steve Kemp. There was no way that you wouldn’t see the red flags. But somehow you ignored them. His smile, his laugh, his touch… they all distracted you from the truth.

“Don’t worry, you’re my favorite one.” He told you, with his smile that you so easily fell for. Those words were supposed to comfort you, but instead sent a chill down your spine. “I’ll make sure to use the others first.”

If someone were to watch your life on the movie screen you’re sure they’d be able to see where this all went wrong. But for now, all you can do is to lay here and wait… wait for the nightmare to end.

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Hello! If it's okay, may I request a reupload of the Gaius or Lon'qu kidnapping prompt? ;w; I'd love to re-read them again, I'm such a sucker for your stories! <3

(I'm afraid Gaius' kidnapping prompt is not in the archive...but Lon'qu's is ; U ; )

Lon’qu had been assigned patrol with you, that night. The two of you had made your rounds about the camp’s outskirts three times, already. You spoke about various things, other times simply enjoying the silence and maintaining a vigilant eye.

He had enjoyed the time with you, stealing little glances at you through the night and thankful that the darkness concealed the blush that blossomed on his cheeks when you reached for his hand.

He remembered lacing his fingers with yours, hearing a twig snap, and then something heavy connected with the back of his skull.

He blacked out.

“... !! ... Lo... u... !!!”

“…….?”

“LON’QU!!”

His head throbbed in pain, his limbs heavy as he tried to regain his senses. He was on his feet, yet he couldn’t move up or down, or forwards. His brow furrowed, a muffled noise escaping him as he tried to gather his bearings.

His arms were tight behind his back. He couldn’t move them.

“LON’QU, WAKE UP!!”

You screamed at him. His eyes shot wide open, searching frantically for you in the dark as the adrenaline overcame the pain.

“Mmmmphf?!”

“Oh my gods, Lon’qu-!!” You were so close to him- you were a meter away, and yet you looked so frightened. “Lon’qu!!”

“Mmmgh-- mhrrk?!” He realized he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. There was a gag on his mouth. He was tied down.

His eyes snapped to you, and he saw figures behind you, tugging you backwards and forcing you to move away from him. You struggled against them, panicked as you feared your husband had been murdered before your eyes.

“Get her out of here-” One of them hissed, “The more time we spend the more likely they’ll find us before we sell her off-”

Ice pierced his heart at their words, and he tugged so hard against his restraints the wood he was attached to groaned and snapped.

“Go!!”

“NO-!”

“MmmMMMMMHPH!!” He struggled and writhed against the bindings, heart thundering as he watched them take you away.

“LON’QU!!!”

He cried out, roaring curses and desperate pleas of your name, but they were silenced by the gag. He couldn’t do anything.

You were being kidnapped before his eyes.

He had to watch you disappear.

The quieter your cries became, the harder he struggled. He shouted for all he was worth, his voice cracking as he tried to get someone’s attention.

He watched them take you away. All he could do was look on as his worst nightmare become reality. They just took you- he didn’t know who, or why, or what they were going to do. He could very well lose you.

He might never see you again.

He growled violently as the last thought swirled in his mind, his muscles straining painfully as he fought to free himself. He needed to go. Run. Chase them down.

He couldn’t lose you like this.

He couldn’t watch you die.

“I heard it over here! It sounds like an animal- or a person-”

“Where in the- oh, gods!!”

Chrom’s exclamation was followed by a torch illuminating Lon’qu, revealing the man bound and wildly trying to free himself. Chrom and Frederick had gone searching for the missing duo, and found one of the two currently tied up.

Lon’qu had never been happier to see the man that had a crush on his wife.

“What happened?” Frederick demanded as he freed Lon’qu’s bonds, tearing away the gag and cutting the bindings. The second Lon’qu could move, he was sprinting.

He bolted out of camp and raced through the forest, following the same path he had watched them take you. He ran as far as he had seen and then some, ignoring the panicked shouts of his friends as they tried to chase after him.

Run... run, run and find Robin. He would find them. Ohhh, gods, would he find them.

The further he went, the darker it became. The panic chewed at the corners of his mind, taking over more and more when he didn’t see you.

“Robin-” He wheezed your name, voice all but dissipated after his efforts to be found, “Robin!!”

“Lon’qu, stop-!!”

That was all the warning he received before Frederick grabbed Lon’qu’s arm and yanked him backwards, forcing him to stop. He gave a strangled cry as Frederick took hold of both his arms, forcing him in place.

“You have to tell us what happened before you run off to do gods knows what! You’re hurt and out of sorts- what if the enemy was nearby?!”

“I wish they were- bastards... bastards-!!”

“What happened?” Chrom echoed with more urgency, forcing Lon’qu to look at him. He shook his head, jaw clenched as he forced out his grim reality.

“They took her.”

“What?!”

“Who??”

“Don’t know.” He spat, “I have to find her. There's no time-”

“We will.” Chrom stopped him, “We’re going to find her and take care of this. But first, we need to get you to the healers. We can’t have you collapsing on the field with these injuries.”

“He’s right.” Frederick agreed as he looped an arm around Lon’qu, taking his other arm and putting it over his shoulders. “You need to limit movement until we can get your head looked at. You’ve been bleeding profusely since you started running.”

Lon’qu could only numbly agree and allow the men to help him back to camp, not realizing just how poorly his legs worked.

They had to heal him quickly. They were losing time, and every second counted when someone was taken away.

Now that his someone was gone... there wasn’t anything to do but get to work. He was going to find you.

He had to.

—————————————————–

Hours had passed. A full night, if you guessed correctly.

The only thing on your mind when you were taken away was if Lon’qu was okay, or not. Yes, he’d woken up when you were still there, but that was an extremely traumatic injury. He very well could have died from it.

Yet there he was, struggling with all his might, trying to get to you. Gods, he looked so afraid... so angry, so panicked, so feral.

You swallowed thickly, hoping things would end well. You weren’t going down easy, if it came to fighting for your life. As far as you were aware, they wanted you for a ransom, not for anything more. You just wondered what their deadline was supposed to be before heads started rolling.

You couldn’t afford to go, though. Not yet. There were so many reasons, but most importantly... you just couldn’t do that to Lon’qu.

He had suffered enough. You couldn’t let him lose another person he needed so deeply.

You shook your head, hands balled into fists as you tried to keep your wits about you. You were being held in a locked room, lost to your friends in some strange castle in a town you weren’t familiar with. You assumed it was close to the border, since the kidnappers spoke in a mixture of Plegian and Ylissean.

Your head throbbed, anxiety building in your blood. You knew they were planning on selling you, but to whom? Did Gangrel send out for you? Were they going to take you down like they had Emmeryn? They were going to cripple Ylisse.

They were going to use you to do it.

You sucked in a shaking breath, pacing in the small room. You needed to escape. You didn’t have any time to plan, you didn’t know how many people were waiting outside. There was nothing you could do in your cage.

There had to be something- magic, perhaps? But your tomes were gone... your knives had been found and stripped away, as had your best blade. Those would be expensive to replace...

You were decent with hand to hand combat, but if you were hit at any point, if you weren’t quick enough to avoid their attacks, it would be over in an instant.

How were you supposed to escape without risking your own life? How were you supposed to remain without the possibility of dying?

What were you supposed to do?

It was as if Naga had heard your plea in that moment.

With a sudden jolt outside, you heard a door being blasted open with explosive force. You jumped at the sound, hearing the panicked shouts of several kidnappers.

You slowly backed into the corner behind the door’s hinges, determined to take the opportunity. If someone broke into the room, you would be able to disable them from behind and possibly slip away unseen. If you could use the chaos outside to your advantage...

Which, as you quickly began to realize, was sheer anarchy.

You heard swords clang against each other and the violent roars of your enemies, coupled with those of familiar friends. You gasped softly, recognizing Chrom’s finishing cry.

The Shepherds found you.

You started for the door, planning to bang your fists and cry out until someone heard you, but you never got the chance. The shouts outside ended just as something slammed into the door, splintering the wood.

Then there was a blade forced through, destroying the knob and its locking mechanism. Mere seconds after that, a man burst through with a very angry, hoarse cry.

You inhaled sharply, shocked as a familiar head of dark, spiky hair burst into the space, splintered wood flying everywhere. His chest heaved, panting like an animal and the sword trembling in his head, completely oblivious to the bandages around his head.

Lon’qu.

“She’s not here.” He growled, his body tense with unimaginable agitation. “They lied, dammit!! Those curs lied and I’ll kill every last-”

“Lon’qu!!”

He froze at your trembling voice, swiveling around. His eyes locked with yours and he gasped, mouth falling open and sword dropping from his hand.

You didn’t waste a second, launching into his arms and letting him engulf you in a tight embrace. He practically locked around you, his fingers curled into your coat as he held you for all he was worth.

“Robin... !!” He whispered with little more than a croak of a voice, burying his face in your hair. You could feel his lips against your skin, the deep grimace he wore as he tried desperately to keep his wits about him.

“I’m here.” You said weakly, squeezing him as close as you could. He held you with such force it almost hurt, but you didn’t care. He found you.

“I thought-” His voice was mangled, unable to even finish the gruesome thought.

“I didn’t.”

“Are you-?”

“I’m okay...Are you?”

“Am now.”

“Oh, Lon’qu... ” You gave a breathy laugh, carding your fingers through his hair as he nuzzled against you even further. He was a mess, just as you worried he would be. You were just so glad he was your mess.

“Robin!! You’re all right!” Chrom exclaimed from outside the room, and you turned your head to find a whole host of Shepherds rushing towards your small space.

You nudged Lon’qu, trying to tell him he was being watched, but he pulled you closer (somehow). You motioned to the Shepherds to move away, and that you were fine via the “ok” sign. They got the message, quick to tug Chrom away and give you both some much needed space.

“Darling... ” You murmured his sweet name, stroking his hair patiently. “We need to go. We’re practically in enemy territory.”

“Mmm.” He shook his head, prompting you to laugh once again. “Not letting go.”

“Oh, love.”

“Ever.”

“Okay.” You beamed at him, tears brimming in your eyes when you realized just about lost a man who loved you more than anything in this world. Someone who couldn’t bear to let you go even after seeing you were okay.

Someone who needed you.

Lon’qu’s breathing slowed, calming down every few minutes as he held you. At some point, the two of you had sunk down to the floor, Lon’qu taking you into his chest and caging you between his legs. It was the only time you felt safe while you were trapped.

He pressed the tiniest of kisses to your skin, but covered you with them all the same, kissing your forehead and your cheeks, your nose and your hairline and your lips, over and over.

You relished his sweet touches, even more so has his tears mingled with yours.

“I was so scared.” He finally managed a complete sentence, his calloused fingers running up and down your back in slow, deliberate movements. Reassuring himself that you were there, in one piece, safe and sound with him. “I fought s-so hard to get to you. I feared it wouldn’t be enough.”

“You did more than enough.” You reassured him with a precious kiss to his lips, “You saved my life, Lon’qu. You’re gonna bring me home. We’re okay, and we’re safe, all thanks to you.”

“Mmh... ” He sighed once again, his shoulders slowly relaxing. “We... need to get you home.”

“Yes, please.” You hummed, kissing him once more before he rose with you, lifting you from the floor and carrying you in his arms. He wasn’t risking your being hurt again, or if you had sustained injury you hadn’t quite noticed because of the chaos.

You both knew he just wanted to hold you a little while longer, as best he could. He only gave you up when the healers tended to you, quick to return you back to camp and get you properly taken care of.

The second you were in your shared tent, however, Lon’qu practically attached himself to you without a second thought.

You fell asleep in a silent, warm tent the next night, enveloped in Lon’qu’s protection and love. He wasn’t going to lose you, not now, not ever.

Never again.

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