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catt-leya · 2 years

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could you write something where rick is fingering the reader and daryl walks in by accident while rick is praising her with things like ‘good girl’ and when daryl does walk in she tries to move ricks hand away but he doesnt stop not even after she cums and daryl is just standing there speechless

Own Me (18+) || Rick Grimes

Thank you Anon 💗

I always wanted to write something in the direction and the request has inspired me incredibly 🤭

I realize how the Saviours look at me. Especially the male ones.

It was not so long ago that I was handed from one to the other and had to do what they asked of me.

Thankfully, that time has passed and I have met Rick.

It was the day Negan forced them all to kneel before him. That was the day we met for the first time and days later I was still dreaming about his blue eyes.

One thing led to another and now Rick's hand is low on my back as he leads me through the Sanctuary and I struggle to ignore the stares of the others.

Rick knows exactly what my role was with Negan and knows that I certainly didn't do it willingly, but that doesn't change the fact that it happened.

I know that he, too, is trying to ignore the fact that 80 percent of the males in attendance have seen me naked at least once, and he's doing it for my sake.

Rick is incredibly possessive and probably would love to cut off the dick of anyone who used to have me with him, but I've asked him to back off because it wouldn't change anything anyway and would only give more tension between the now beaten Saviours and us.

I can already see the exit and am about to exhale when a guy whistles after us and shouts, "Rick? We're all one group now. That was your big speech, wasn't it? Wouldn't it be fair to share then? Food, water...women? It's not like everyone hasn't fucked the whore next to you and the way she used to moan, she liked it too."

Before I can hold Rick back, he breaks away from me and goes for the guy I can't even remember.

The Saviour is maybe half a head taller than my boyfriend, but apparently he didn't expect Rick, who has been completely level-headed for the last few months after the war, to go at him like that.

That's why he stumbles back a few steps when Rick grabs him by the throat and presses him firmly against the wooden pillar behind him.

No one in the room makes a sound and it is so quiet that everyone can hear Rick's voice trembling with rage: "Sharing with scum like you? You probably even feel the need to take what belongs to someone else because a woman like her would never spread her legs for a asshole like you."

Briefly, the guy looks over at me and Rick moves even closer to him, which draws his eyes back to my boyfriend, who hisses, "You don't look at her. Ever. If you even dare go near her, I'll gouge your eyes out and castrate you. Got it?"

Silently, they stare into each other's eyes, and Rick whispers menacingly, "Say yes."

Another brief silence follows before the guy mutters, "Yes."

Still Rick doesn't move away from him and I reach out my hand to him, "Rick? That's enough. He gets it. Let's go, please."

Gritting his teeth tightly, Rick lets go of him and grabs my hand tighter than usual.

I flinch briefly and then let him drag me out of the room, but instead of walking out to Daryl and the others, he pulls me into an adjacent room and pushes me inside before pulling the door shut so it's just ajar.

Confused, I look up at him, "Why don't we go outside?"

A surprised gasp slips from my lips as he pulls me tightly to him by the back of my neck, and I brace myself with my hands against his chest to keep from colliding with him.

I can feel his heart beating fast against my palm and I can guess that he's still incredibly tense about this guy.

Gently, I stroke his chest with the flat of my hand and whisper, "Just forget it, Rick. It doesn't matter what he said."

His eyes glitter in a very particular way as he looks down at me and murmurs, "Did he sleep with you?"

I tug at his shirt, knowing I don't have to lie, "I don't remember. Could be, though. I was in bed with most of the people present, so I don't remember every face."

He just looks at me for a moment before slowly turning me in his arms and pulling my back against his chest. Not knowing what he's up to, I ask, "Shouldn't we really be getting going? I'm sure the others will be looking for us by now."

Instead of answering me, he leans over, brushes my hair aside, and kisses my exposed neck.

It's the exact spot he knows full well will turn me to putty in his arms, and I whimper softly, "What are you doing?"

His palm of his right hand moves from my hip to my stomach and I wince as I realize what he's getting at.

His lips slide over my neck and I curse my body, which immediately responds to his touch, even though my head says otherwise, "Rick, not here."

My gaze darts to the ajar door, wanting to pull away from him, but his grip is firm and he licks over my pulse, "Why not?"

His fingers slip under my waistband and I turn my face to him, "Someone can come in here at any time and I'm sure they can hear everything outside."

His soft lips graze mine as he breathes, "I want them to hear you moaning my name."

My heart skips a beat and I swallow hard at his words.

His eyes bore into mine and he doesn't break eye contact even as he slides his hand completely between my legs and I moan softly at the contact.

My head falls onto his shoulder and he slowly slides a finger inside me.

Immediately I tighten around him and he whispers harshly, "I've barely touched you and you're already wet for me."

I press my ass harder against his crotch and feel it turn him on too.

His thumb between my legs strokes just the right spot and I moan, "Rick."

Softly, he hisses, "Louder."

My whole backside is pressed against his larger body and in the places where I am soft he is hard and masculine.

I've had sexual experiences with many men, but with Rick it's different. When you love someone, every touch, is like fireworks and every kiss, is like a surge of electricity.

He squeezes harder and I actually moan his name louder.

His hot breath hits my ear as he growls, "Good girl."

I flick my eyes open to look down at his hand, just then the door is pushed open and Daryl is standing in the doorway.

Before he can place the scene before his eyes he opens his mouth, "Rick? I..." And then abruptly breaks off.

Panicked, I grab Rick by the wrist and want to pull his hand out of my pants because Daryl is also staring right at that spot.

But instead of releasing me, he slides a second finger inside me and I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

I quickly look up at Rick, but his gaze is coldly fixed on Daryl and I know he's trying to stake his claim on me with it. Even in front of Daryl.

He wants him to see what he can do to me.

I don't dare address Rick because I know all I'd get out of my lips is a gasp, so I stare up at him, trying to use it to draw his gaze to me, but he doesn't dignify me with a glance and just growls, "What did I say?"

My eyes dart back to Daryl who's standing there silently, which isn't really anything new, but his eyes are also fixed on Rick's hand and I don't think he's going to move anytime soon, so I loosen my tense body and Rick rewards me with a kiss on my neck, "You're doing good."

I have no idea where to look without getting even more uncomfortable with my boyfriend fingering me in front of his best friend, so I turn my head so I can only look at Rick and gasp, "Please."

He finally looks at me, "Please what?"

I surprise myself by not asking him to stop as I sigh, "Please more."

Rick lowers his head and kisses me hard on the lips and slides his tongue between my lips.

In the back of my mind, I know we're putting on a show for Daryl that I might be ashamed of later, but at that moment, I couldn't care less.

So I put an arm around Rick's neck and he asks harshly against my lips, just loud enough for Daryl to hear, "Whose are you?"

Not caring that I'm not actually anyone's property, I moan, "Yours. You own me, Rick."

He releases from my lips, "That's right."

The hand that isn't between my legs moves over my ribs to my breasts and he pinches my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. Immediately my head falls back onto his shoulder again and from half-closed eyes I look back up at Daryl, who can't take his eyes off me.

I know how proud Rick is to be able to touch me as he pleases and I barely put up any resistance. He's proud of how my body responds to him and the pleasure he can give me.

Even as I come twitching around his fingers he doesn't stop and I greedily rub myself against his hard cock without taking my eyes off Daryl.

Any shame has evaporated and I moan Rick's name over and over again as I come closely following a second time and he has probably reached its goal, because he pulls his hand out of my pants.

My legs almost give out from under me as he brings his hand to my lips and I pull the fingers that were inside me before between my lips and lick them clean as he asks me to do.

This makes Daryl gaze travel up to my lips and then to my eyes. It's like the eye contact pulls him out of his stupor and jerkily takes a step back, "You..."

Yeah, he doesn't have the words, and to be honest, neither do I.

But Rick doesn't seem embarrassed at all as he pushes me forward a bit at the hip, "What's up?"

Pure irritation is written on Daryl's face before he clears his throat, "We're waiting for you."

Rick juts his chin, "As you saw, we were busy for a minute, but we'll be right there."

Daryl nods and disappears as quickly as he appeared.

Staring in disbelief at the spot in the doorway, I can't believe I've been a part of giving Daryl free porn.

Gently Rick takes my hand in his and pulls me out of the room, "I've never seen Daryl so speechless."

I blink several times before replying, "Why did you do that?"

Immediately he stops and turns to face me. His blue eyes glisten with satisfaction as he whispers, "Because a lot of people wish you'd moan their name like you moan mine. But it's my name now, and it damn well always will be."

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request #andrew lincoln

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stargaze-issei · 3 years

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— 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 "𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮".

[ 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚; 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚; 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢; 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 ]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; how would random volleyboys react to you saying "i hate you" in different situations, and some of the reasons you may break up with them.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; curse words, mentions of subtle emotional abuse.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; angst, one of them has a good ending lmao

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; daichi is the only canonically bf material and i accept no criticism did i lie tho

𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈— it was just a stupid fight, you didn't even mean it, but you said it. his eyes glass, he just stands there, trying to make sense of what you just said, and you realize what you did. the fight stops, both of you are looking at each other in silence while you can see his hurt expression. he doesn't overreact, because it takes him a while to come to terms with it. you move first, practically throwing yourself to his arms, tightly holding onto his body.

"you hate me?" his arms don't hug you back as usual, instead, you hear his voice breaking while asking that damned question. you trip over your words, scared to have said something he couldn't look past of.

"i don't, dai, i don't know why i said it. i'm sorry, i love you, i swear i do, i'm sorry" it's like hearing you say you love him brings him back, because he holds you closer than ever. his head buries in the crook of your neck, drowning in your perfume.

he never wants to hear you say that again.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔— he is so mean when you fight, no, he’s always mean, but thinks you can’t get hut because you know he loves you, every joke or sarcastic comment is just his way of being, so why can’t you understand that’s who he is? he’ll joke everything off, even when you tell him you’re upset by something he did. he never gets mad at you, sometimes you can mistake his easy going self by indifference, and yes, sometimes he just doesn’t care. so when you start arguing and he looks like he rather be anywhere but there, hearing you talk about your feelings, those three words come without thinking.

at first he thinks he heard wrong, but when he looks at your infuriated glance suna realizes you actually said it. and you’re not taking it back. his heart is telling him to react, to show that he cares and hug you and apologize and make up for his mistake, but his head tells him to stand his place. to begin with, he’s not completely sure of what you were complaining about, so he can’t apologize. if he hugs you, you may think he’s trying to win you over with affection. it’s time for suna to decide if he really is willing to be a boyfriend you deserve, or he’ll finally let you go to heal the wounds he created.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄— the moment you say it, there’s no taking it back. even if you don’t mean it, he won’t ever forget it because for him, that the thought crossed your mind is enough. you may make up after, but he will always be insecure about you hating him, at least in some level. he looks at you, without even try to reach you, if you hate him then the last thing you’d want is to be near him. he tries to remember every single thing he has done, and he knows he could’ve been better to you, he’s not so sure in which moments, but it’s him, anything he does is ever enough.

since that day, iwaizumi is afraid to lose you the day after. he never says it, obviously, he keeps his feelings inside and acts all tough, not once opening up to you. he becomes more distant, the complete opposite of what you should do if you're trying to save your relationship, he always has another thing to do. it's not he doesn't love you, he does, but he is so afraid of getting hurt if you decide to leave him, if you truly hate him, this is his way to protect himself.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈— you hate him? well, he can't says he hates you too. he doesn't, but god will he make you think he does. you said it first, now bear the consequences, he thinks. it's common knowledge how whimsical he can be, and he picks on the smallest details of you that bother him. although he may not say anything at the exact moment, he sure remembers that time you washed his whites with a red sock, or that food poisoning you gave him last month. sakusa's first reaction is to laugh, an arrogant laugh, before disposing his complete list of things you did wrong.

kiyoomi makes you cry and doesn't even flinch, but that's all the heat of the moment. when he's angry, because yes, hearing you say you hate him made him beyond upset, he talks shit and enjoys it, it's the aftermath he suffers. he realizes what he has done, every thing he said, he looks back at you crying, and he regrets everything. he wants you back, but is it really worth it if all he's going to do is hurt you again?

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈— it catches him off guard. you were fighting but it wasn't so bad for you to say you hate him, or so he thought. he watches you take off your rage on him, all he can do is go through your words again and again, your face while saying it, what drove you to say it. akaashi loves you deeply, he just wants what's best for you, and if being with him was so awful for you to feel that way, maybe you should leave. the only thing is, he doesn't want you to leave, he wants to be with you forever.

it's the first time you see akaashi crying, he tries to hold it back, look away, anything so you don't see he is actually breaking. he tries to tell you to get away, but he can't even speak without bursting into tears.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #daichi x reader #suna x reader #iwaizumi x you #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #sawamura daichi #daichi angst #suna rintarō #suna angst #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi angst #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa angst #akaashi keiji #akaashi angst #– star's; originals! [❀]

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resonating-kitty · 3 years

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Dreambur's turn. Here you go Anon! :D

They escaped the prison. Techno did as he promised, he came back with Phil and they busted Dream out. The prison’s alarms were rendered useless, the warden and guards unsuspecting that the quarry they were guarding was no longer there.

They had run, leaving the main area of the Dream SMP behind for the quieter, colder arctic tundra. A bleeding Dream was ushered into Techno’s cabin where Phil started to tend to his wounds.

The commotion woke a sleeping Wilbur, who was curious as to what his father and Technoblade were up to in the middle of the night. Curiously, he went to investigate. He pushed open the door to Techno’s cabin, pausing at the sight. Techno stood at the ready while Phil was knelt beside another figure. Wilbur’s brows furrowed in slight confusion before his mind clicked with recognition and his eyes widened in surprise and shock. Dream. It was Dream. Dream, who was looking broken and was bleeding all over the floor.

The last time he’d seen Dream, on the train as Dream shoved Ghostbur onto the landing and held the door for him, Dream hadn’t looked any different than he remembered. Perhaps limbo kept him from seeing Dream of the present and just projected an image that his brain knew?

“Dream?” It fell from his lips, unbelieving questioning. It was immediately followed by, “What the hell? What happened?”

Technoblade remained silence, focusing on his task of handing Phil supplies when Phil held his hand out for it. Dream didn't even look like he could talk if he wanted. Wilbur looked expectantly at his father, who sighed.

“The prison isn’t as much a prison these days as it is a torture chamber,” Phil explained from where he was still applying bandages. He paused when he touched something sensitive and Dream flinched slightly, looking up with a soft, “Sorry mate.”

“Who?” Fury burned hot through Wilbur’s blood. How could anyone treat someone like this? What had happened after he was killed?

“S-Sam and Quackity, they-” Dream’s voice was raspy from misuse and he couldn’t get past four words before he was coughing violently.

"Easy mate," Phil ordered while Techno retreated and returned with a cup of water. Dream drank it gratefully, if not greedily. "Slowly," Phil urged, "Slowly Dream or you're going to be sick."

Wilbur stood, feeling very much like he was watching from far away rather than in the same room. Rage boiled his blood, so much that his vision was tinged red.

"Technoblade," his voice was eerily calm. His dark eyes holding a deadly promise as he addressed the hulking piglin, "Do you have a spare sword?"

"Now hold on a minute," Phil interrupted, pushing himself to his feet to face Wilbur, "Why do you need a sword?"

"You know bloody well why," Wilbur snapped, "Someone has to bloody well do something about this. Stop this. Bloody torture Phil! That's inexcusable!"

"I don't like it any more than you do," Phil said, calmly. He was always so calm. Didn't he understand the severity of the situation? Must he always have a level head? "But," Wilbur tensed as Phil stepped toward him, "there are ways of dealing with things and we can't just go in swords at the ready. I just got you back Wil, I will not risk losing you again."

"You think I will fail." An accusation, harsh and cruel and Wilbur ignores the hurt that flashes in his father's eyes. He ignores Technoblade's warning growl.

"If you go in as you are now, then you will."

Phil's word are like a slap to his face. A bucket of cold harsh reality. Wilbur whirls around and storms from Technoblade's cabin. The door slammed behind him. He retreats to Phil's cabin, to his room in the loft.

Hours pass.

He's out on the balcony, a third cigarette burning between his lips when Dream finds him. He doesn't turn around at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps approached him.

"Did they send you to calm the crazy man?" Wilbur asked bitterly, removing the cigarette and blowing smoke into the cool night air.

"No," Dream's voice is soft and gravelly as he settled himself next to Wilbur and leaned against the wooden rail.

Wilbur turned his head. Dream looked cleaner, still a mess. His mask was gone. He was swamped in a thick black hoodie - must've been a spare Techno had lying around. The hood was pulled up but it did little to hide his face. He didn't seem bothered as Wilbur stared, taking in the scars and bruising.

"They hurt you, didn't they?" The question fell unbidden from Wilbur's lips and he immediately regretted it. He flinched, averting his gaze. "Sorry."

He expected Dream to leave, return to Techno's house. He didn't expect Dream to move closer or to reach out for his cigarette. Dark eyes watch as Dream lifts the cigarette to his lips and takes a draw.

"They did," Dream admits after a minute, gazing out over the landscape. "Quackity did. Every day for months. He wanted the revive book at first. Then he just did it to do it. He liked it."

"I always had a feeling about Quackity. His ambition for power. That's why I didn't let him in L'Manburg." Wilbur sighed, leaning heavily on the railing. Dream hummed.

They stood, side by side. Dream finished the cigarette and Wilbur silently handed him another and struck his lighter.

"Thank you," Dream muttered after a while, catching Wilbur off guard.

"For what?" He asked, confused.

"Caring." Dream said simply with a shrug, "So many people on this server think of me as the bad guy. I'm glad that you don't."

"How could I hate you? You saved me from limbo. All those years I was wasting away at that train station. You came in like a knight and pulled me from that hell." Wilbur's honesty seemed to take Dream by surprise. Wilbur stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached up, slowly as to not startle Dream and give him time to pull away. Dream stayed still and Wilbur slowly cupped the side of his cheek, his thumb brushing gently across the bruised skin.

The distance closed between them. Wilbur's not sure if he moved or Dream did but they're lips locked in a gentle kiss. When they parted Dream was swaying on his feet.

Wilbur slid his arm around his waist, supporting him. "Come one," He muttered, "Let's get you back to Techno's cabin. I'm sure he has a place made up for you by now."

"I told Phil I would stay with you." Dream said and Wilbur laughed.

"And how did he take that?"

"He said he would stay with Techno tonight." Dream smiled and this time Wilbur could see the gleam in his bright green eyes as his fingers tangled in Wilbur's hair and pulled him back down.

#anon ask #dreambur #I um took a bit of creative liberty with this one #:)#kitty writes #drabble #writing prompt fill

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tumblingdowntheway2019 · 3 years

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Sleepless Nights, Part One (1).

Heelloooo my beautiful pps, how are we all today? Back again with another Head-Canon. 💪😎💕

So this one is when Donna is adopted by Lady Dimitriscu as a new daughter. This is based on the wonderful @charlottefairchildbranwell's story based on a couple of my Head-Canons. Go check check her out, charlottefairchildbranwell wrote some amazing and entertaining stories for them! Here is a link to one of them.

WARNING: BELOW THE CUT, THIS POST WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION/PTSD/PANIC ATTACKS/GORE, CHILD TRAUMA, TRAUMATIC EVENTS, ETC.

I MAY NOT BE GOOD AT WRITING THESE THINGS, BUT EVEN THEN IT'S BETTER TO WARN YOU.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

With that said, let's begin. Sorry in advance.

😭🙏

LADY DIMITRISCU'S P.O.V.

It had been over a year since Donna started living in Castle Dimitrescu. A full year since Mother Miranda's reign had come to an end.

Things have been going so well for the Doll Maker. She gained more confidence, can hold a conversation with her family and even the Winters' Family without the aid of Angie anymore.

The Lady of the Castle however, began noticing something strange happening with Donna lately. It was small things, but they became more noticeable as of late.

Donna has been more sluggish in her movements, making small and silly mistakes in her everyday tasks and had been spotted dozing off whilst in the middle of tasks or activities.

Lady Dimitrescu tried to ask many times if she was ok, but Donna has been dodging the questions. Her daughters and Angie noted that she was unable to sleep a full night the past few days, but hasn't explained why.

The fact that Angie doesn't have that usual strong mental connection to her closest friend is worrying. But Angie had mentioned at the beginning that these happen occasionally and it will pass soon enough.

DONNA'S P.O.V

It's happening again, she knew it was too good to be true. The nightmares are back with a vengeance.

Donna deliberately severed most of her connection with Angie as to not draw attention to herself. She hates it.

Those nightmares, no, memories? She can't tell now. They are just too real to tell.

The Doll Maker doesn't know what triggered this, but she didn't want to worry her family.

She tried to act normal in order to to fend off any suspicion, but she was just so tired. Mistakes over simple tasks have been more noticeable.

Naps are too and far between during the day. The Bat Trio had been trying to cheer her up, Donna's been doing her best to keep them happy. It was a good distraction for a while.

Unfortunately, the nightmares had been making sure that Donna didn't forget in the waking world.

LADY DIMITRISCU'S P.O.V

Lady Dimitriscu had been keeping a closer eye on her daughter. Made sure to be close by should anything happen.

She observed that Donna has been flinching at random shadows or reflections, dozing off with book in hand, nearly dropping it as she jerked herself up and shaking her head.

Something's wrong, but Donna won't speak about it and won't be forced to.

It had been like any other night, Angie decided to join in on a sleepover with the Bat Trio in the Dungeons.

They wanted to tell scary stories and those particular dungeons was always warm enough for them to stay down there.

It had been in the middle of the night, The Lady had been reading one of the many books, ones that she had read many times before.

She was about to turn the oil lantern off when the sound of breaking glass caused her hand to freeze just inches from the dial.

Sharpening her sense, Alcina close her eyes to allow her to focus more on her hearing.

Quiet hitches of breathing was heard.

DONNA'S P.O.V

The Doll Maker woke with a start, it hasn't even been an hour yet. She couldn't even hold onto Angie as she allowed the Bride Doll to go hang out with Bela, Cassandra and Daniela.

It felt all too real. It started off pleasant enough. Donna was in House Beneviento again, opening the door revealed her mother in a rocking chair, knitting.

Donna approached her, hesitant to reach out to the unaware woman.

A call of another girl caught their attention. They look up to see a teenage girl, who was the spitting image of a younger Donna.

"Bernadette?" She quietly says.

Bernadette comes skipping down, unaware of her younger sister's presence as she skips down the stairs and through Donna, as if she were made of mist.

Donna turns to see Bernadette skip off to meet her friends in the village. Their mother calling after her to be sure to return home before the sun begins to set.

In her near forgotten instinct, The Doll Maker silently makes her way to the elevator.

When she entered the elevator, the button was level with her elbow. Something that came in handy as she was always carrying materials that requires both hands to hold.

The elevator reached the basement, she found that everything was bigger than before.

As she walked down the hallway, Donna barely caught her reflection off the glass cabinet. The bottom of the glass was just at eye level.

Upon looking at her reflection, a young girl stared back with her two (2) dark brown eyes. She was a little girl again, maybe no older than seven (7) years old?

She continued to the end of the hallway and through one of the double doors and found her father hunched over one of his latest creations.

Donna knew what was about to happen next, it didn't surprise her any more. She begins to back away as her father slowly sets down his tools.

"Why?" He hoarsely croaked out as dripping sounds were heard. "Why did you do this to us?"

Donna tried to push against the shut door with all her might, but her small frame barely made it budge.

She looked over her shoulder, gasping and began to shake as her father's bloated corpse stood up slowly, movements strongly resembling a puppet being pulled by their strings.

Small waterfalls were coming through the walls and ceiling as father trudged through the ankle deep water.

With one final charge, Donna finally burst through the door and makes a bee-line toward the elevator. The water rising all around her.

Streams of water burst through the ceiling in many spots. Some appearing with such force in front of her that Donna nearly lost her footing on a few occasions.

Her father close behind in his pursuits as the water appeared to allow him to glide in the rising water.

The water was now at the young girl's knees by the time she reached the elevator.

How did the button get so high up?!

After many frantic attempts, Donna successfully jumps up and up against the elevator's wall to press the button.

The grated door shuts, her father's blue, bloated corpse stared at her with angry bloodshot eyes as he slammed and pulled against the grate.

The water descending and emptying the higher the elevator went. Leaving behind a mostly soaked to the bones Donna.

The elevator dutifully opens on the ground floor, Donna reluctantly steps out. The Doll Maker once again knows what's coming next as she trekked through the hallway.

Opening the door to the Living Room, she found her Mother, standing and looking at the ground with a sharpened out knitting needles in each hand.

Eyes filled with rage look up at her as her mother raises her head, voiceless as her mother's mouth moved. But she heard it so many times before that Donna knew what she was saying.

"Your fault."

Barely able to dodge the sudden attack, Donna sprints to the front door. Last obstacle.

Bernadette, now aged twenty-one (21) was now blocking the entrance.

END OF PART ONE (1)

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Edit: Heyo pps, edited some errors, finished the last point and took away the extra blank ones to helps space it out better. Tags were also added in.

A/N - You guys are gonna laugh, I didn't intend on posting this until later. I accidentally posted it before the last point (Bernadette being at the entrance) was done and no tags. 🤣🤣

But I am glad I did, however. Cause this would have been so much longer and I didn't want to bore you guys with so many points. So a part two (2) will be out later on, either tonight or tomorrow. 🤔 Sorry about that. 🤣

Hope you all enjoyed Part One (1) of 'Sleepless Nights.'

Remember, if you wish to use this or the ideas/H.Cs mentioned above, you are always free to do so under the conditions that you credit back to this and myself. That and to please tag me when you are done because I would love to see how it was able to help you out in your stories/art!!

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cursedfortune · 3 years

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Zamasu's dripping fingers hover over her, outstretched and completely eclipsing any light the cloud baked sky had drizzled from above. "I don't see a splinter but I feel it."

@itneedsbutone

An involuntary flinch jolted her body which only led to a momentary displeasure being displayed on her face. It was frustrating how he could provoke an immediate fight or flight response with the simplest movement of his hand nearing her. Of course she wasn't foolish, she knew why her body moved despite her soul being unyielding within. She lost count of the days they spent tormenting one another. Of her driving him mad with words and him torturing her ever healing body.

Still, she bristled beneath his outstretched limb in silence for a long moment - collecting herself before focusing upon what the god had said to her.

A splinter? She could see how it could find its way into his ever decaying hand. One that dripped malformed flesh directly upon her. He's lucky she is a witch of entropy, used to death and all its stages - or else it's likely she'd be retching upon his boots this very moment. Instead the witch doesn't bat an eye to Zamasu's excess, only wipes away whatever pieces land upon her face.

"You better be nice to me the rest of the day, at least." Mortem murmured as she reached up and took his hand, lowering it just below her eye level. Funny how gently she holds this limb of his, one that has crushed her skull and shattered her bones numerous times. Old habits die hard, her mother would say - she understood that better than she once used to when the two of them have moments like this. Something more mundane it was almost pleasant compared to their usual war dance. When her natural inclination to be gentle just happened even with someone like him. To think she'd live in a universe where the only form of touch she'd engaged in with another would consist of either violence or aiding his body that was partially a corpse. At least he had moments of awareness, it was his brief clarity that allowed her to not sincerely antagonize him. What a fucked up pair they are.

Well he's right, there's nothing to see upon the surface even with his morphing flesh. Guess it's time to dig deeper then, no? There's a tug at the corner of her mouth as her lips quirked into a smirk, giving Zamasu no warning as her hands easily sank into his oozing flesh in search of the problem. Her entropy parting the meat easily, seeking to cause as little disturbance as she could and yet completely thriving off what was likely uncomfortable - both in sensation and visually to witness.

"Bet you never thought we'd get intimate like this, hm? Holding hands." Mortem's lips pressed together, as if to suppress her own amusement as she teased him. It would not last, with a little pop of her lips a grin broke out, just in time for her fingers to curl around the offending object.

Pulling her hands from his she revealed the broken rebar, covered in purple tinted flesh (much like her lower arms). With a toss she sent the piece flying, where it landed with a clang upon a nearby pile of rubble within this broken city. One in ruins because if him.

Yet here they were, two near-immortals behaving themselves for once. This was a good look for him compared to the usual rage and glee he got from tormenting her. At least she wasn't the splinter this time. Problem solved, right? He'll hopefully be lacking homicidal urges until tomorrow. She doesn't care if he sticks around or goes so long as he isn't making a mess out of her.

Speaking of... Wiping off her arms the witch lifted her gaze to his, "Now that I've finished inside you I'm going to go clean myself up. Bye!" Mortem flicked some of the purple flesh at him before she turned to saunter off to the nearest clean water source.

At least she wasn't being mean even if she had purposely spoken such sin to him directly.

#she funny. popping off jokes to a god that can crush her before she can blink lmfao #mortem: 'hope it was good for you too zamasu' B) *moonwalks outta there*#itneedsbutone #asks #i'm sorry for her but man she do love harassing him when there's room to lmfao

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Oboru naturally jumps at the chance of having a rematch against the shifter, this time "requesting" the help of his friend ritsuo. The two work well together and oboru doesn't mind having him tag along under the condition that oboru be the one to finish the shifter off. They bicker like the old friends they are but can still get the job done.

“You know this is how horror movies start, right?”

Oboru glanced over at his companion and rolled his eyes. He and Ritsuo had parked their car just outside the forest edge and were walking through the trees. They had gone thirty miles out of town to get close to the villain’s last known whereabouts. Dusk was falling, so Ritsuo used his will-o-wisp quirk to create a few balls of fire that glowed a pale blue to light their path.

“I stand by my earlier statement that this is a bad idea.”

“No it isn’t!”

“You want to go after an escaped villain that you’ve already lost against.”

“I didn’t lose!” Oboru scoffed. “Ground Zero showed up and stole my fight.”

The pale blonde narrowed his eyes at Oboru for a moment before breaking off into a laugh. He nudged his friend’s shoulder.

“Alright, Monsoon. So how do we find this guy?” Shadows were already starting to darken the space between the trees, and Ritsuo’s guiding lights would only last so long.

When only silence answered, he looked over and stared incredulously at Oboru’s tense expression. Shaking his head, Ritsuo snorted and folded his hands into the sleeves of his deep blue yukata. Aimlessly walking around it is.

They continued walking in silence in order to keep an ear out for anything suspicious, but after an hour had passed, the guiding lights began to burn out. In the brief moment between the blue flames flickering away and Ritsuo conjuring more, something fast and massive brushed past him. Through the darkness, he heard Oboru grunt and wood splinter as he crashed into a nearby tree.

“Shit,” the yokai enthusiast groused, falling into an offensive stance. Everything was silent again. “Are you dead?”

“No, you idiot.” He could hear movement as Oboru freed himself from the shattered trunk. “Make some lights, will you?”

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” Ritsuo chuckled sarcastically, raising his hand and letting loose several bright flames. The blue glow showed Oboru frowning while he brushed splinters off of his torso. After rolling his aching shoulders a few times, the cyclone quirk user got back-to-back with his friend. Both were trying to ignore the nerves sending small shivers down their spines.

Ritsuo sent his flames farther out to light up the perimeter of darkness between the trees. Seconds turned to minutes while they waited, watching for shifting shadows in the pale blue light. Movement to Oboru’s left stole his attention. Wind twisted around his fist until he shot the miniature cyclone out at the black creature. It had taken the shape of a large wolf and barely flinched at the attack.

The villain called Beast bared its fangs and lunged forward. A ball of blue fire singeing the side of its maw was all that kept its jaws from snapping onto Oboru’s forearm. Both heroes could smell the burning fur even as the large creature jumped back, pawing at its cheek to smother the remaining embers.

Moving quickly, Oboru focused his winds into a tight cyclone around his fist before charging at the villain. The burning fur provided enough of a distraction that he was able to slam his fist down on the Beast’s head. The force of the wind expelled sent the wolf crashing down, hitting the ground with a pained grunt.

With a shudder, the mass of fur began to shrink, shedding its coat to allow a new layer of inky feather to grow. Oboru missed his chance to grab it before it took off, but Ritsu managed slap a palm against one of its wings before it flew too high.

Even though the Beast only briefly faltered, the heroes were able to keep watch on it, a small blue flame on the tip of its left wing acting as a beacon in the darkness.

They ran after the large crow as it weaved through the trees. A small tornado was able to knock it off course into a tree, though the gust of wind blew out the guiding light just as the Beast shifted to a new form.

“Good job,” Ritsuo commented, trying to keep an eye on where they last saw their opponent.

“Shut up, Fox-Fire!”

Other than crickets and the occasional hooting owl, there were no sounds to implicate what the Beast now looked like. Sparing only a quick glance into the darkness, Oboru turned to Ritsuo with narrowed eyes.

“Count to ten then make a light,” he instructed. With a brief hum of acknowledgement, the fire user tightened his ponytail and lifted his fox head mask to wipe away a few beads of sweat off his forehead. He lightly tapped his sneakered foot to the beat of his internal counting.

At ten, Ritsuo summoned a blue flame in the palm of his hand. It was only half the size of the previous ones, an unfortunate side effect from constant use. He wasn’t sure where Oboru had disappeared off to, but that was quickly answered when a sudden hiss filled the silence. Ritsuo turned just in time to see the large, black mamba shooting out of the tree top, jaw open. He spat out a curse before a violent tornado came from the side and lashed the serpent into a tree.

Aided by miniature cyclones beneath his feet, Oboru flew past and snatched the Beast. It took both hands to hold it when the villain’s tail began whipping around, though his hands couldn’t fully reach around the thick body.

Oboru faced Ritsuo and grinned in the blue light.

“See? I told you I got this.” The snake started to rehinge its jaw before its body started to swell, quickly becoming too large to be held. The heroes give space to the heavy rhino, dodging its horn by a hairsbreadth as it shatters the tree trunk behind them.

In this new form, the Beast had more trouble navigating between the trees, so as long as Oboru and Ritsu remained cautious, they’d be able to avoid any of the rhino’s attacks. Splinters of wood clouded the air as trees were destroyed with each charge. Even though the villain was slower and weaker thanks to his previous fight and subsequent incarceration, it was fast and strong, and its dark skin camouflaged it against the nighttime scenery. Meanwhile, Ritsuo’s flames were growing steadily weaker, and Oboru was left fighting off a dizziness that was starting to make his head spin.

The two shared a look, silently agreeing that they needed to bring this to an end. Breathing heavily, they spun on their heels and came face to face with the Beast, who had returned to his wolf form.

Oboru used a weaker version of his whirlwind fist to push the creature away so that his partner could take a deep breath and blow a bright fireball directly into its face, the blinding flame forcing a pained whine from the wolf. It ducked down and pawed at its face.

“Fox-Fire, get ready for a firestorm!” Oboru yelled, gathering cyclones on both his arms. Ritsuo didn’t answer audibly, but it was clear he heard when he unleashed his gatling flame technique. However, instead of attacking the Beast, the nine blue balls of fire, normally stored within the tail-like containers of his costumes, were directed at his friend.

Once they got too close, the flames were quickly swept up by the raging winds of Oboru’s cyclones. The fireballs expanded and merged until he had to struggle to keep himself from flinching away from the extreme heat.

Before the Beast could recover from the blinding attack, Oboru used his slicing maelstrom to merge the two cyclones of blue fire and slung it at their opponent. The stench of burning fur immediately assaulted his senses. When the fire dissipated, there was a naked man’s body lying prone on the ground. His skin and hair were the same color of pitch as the fur and feathers of the animals they had been fighting.

Small flames continued to flicker blue light on the leaves scattering the forest floor around him as well as the surrounding trees.

As his adrenaline started to wind down, Oboru dropped to his knees. His nausea finally came to a head and left him dry heaving. A comforting hand landed on his shoulder, and Ritsuo helped guide him up so he could sit against the base of thick tree, and the fox-themed hero sat next to him.

“So,” he started, “not to overlook the extreme level of badassery we just achieved, but what are we supposed to do with him now?” Oboru could only shake his head, since he wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t in a position to think at the moment.

Since the unconscious villain didn’t seem like he was going to get up anytime soon, they allowed themselves a few minutes to rest and catch their breaths. Neither knew what time it was, but it didn’t look like they would be getting much sleep for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, the peace couldn’t last forever, especially since they both knew the hero who had originally been sent to capture the Beast.

“What the fuck happened here?” Appearing from the trees, like a demon summoned by their thoughts, Ground Zero frowned as he took in the scene. He crouched by the man and quickly put the pieces together, then took out a pair of cuffs and secured the Beast’s now human arms behind his back. When he stood, the blonde pressed a hand to the tree to smother one of the burning blue embers. “Well?” he demanded.

“Dammit, Ground Zero! Go away,” Oboru groaned, not feeling like interacting with the violent tempered man.

“The fuck did you say to me?” the explosive hero yelled. He set off a concise explosion in his palms. “You better watch your tone, amateur!”

“Let’s be friends here, guys,” snickered Ritsuo, dropping head back against the wood.

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you, Fox Face, unless it’s explaining what the hell you two think you’re doing out here.”

“We caught the guy.” Oboru rubbed his temples to abate the growing headache.

“Are you two dumbasses aware that this entire area was closed off even to other heroes?”

They sat quietly and exchanged blank looks. Breathing out an irritated sigh through his nose, Ground Zero gritted his teeth. A rustle of leaves in the distance stole all of their attention, and Ground Zero huffed.

He walked over and grabbed the Beast, hoisting the limp figure over her shoulder.

“I’m taking back to the containment unit. You should beat it.”

“Hey! He’s ours! We’re the ones that knocked him out!” Both heroes jumped up in indignation, but Oboru was fuming, face turning red.

“You two were on an unsanctioned mission after a threat level 4 villain in a restricted area.” Ground Zero turned to glare at them, his expression demanding that they try to use their brains. “You’ll get more trouble than praise.” Despite his gruff tone, Ritsuo could tell he was actually trying to help them out.

Ritsuo grabbed Oboru’s elbow and tried to pull him along.

“Come on, Monsoon. He’s right.” Oboru fought him for a moment, facing narrowed eyes at Ground Zero and the villain they had spent all night chasing. Eventually, he allowed himself to be pulled in the opposite direction towards the car they had abandoned earlier.

Halfway back, Ritsuo grew tired of the waves of tension coming off Oboru.

“Hey, Oboru?” he started.

Grunting in acknowledgement, Oboru glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

“At least you beat him this time.”

Silence was his only answer until the wind user started chasing after a laughing Ritsuo.

((Took longer than I had hoped, but I finally finished!! I hope you enjoy it and that I stayed true to your characters!

This drabble is a follow up this this news report which follows this initial drabble!))

#quirkregistrationoffice #ask #oc character #mha #bnha #bakugo #Ground Zero

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