#i kept trying to adjust the shapes but in the end the

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#n harmonia #pokemon #my drawing #i forgot i had this its umm almost a year old. haha. #from when i briefly considered pokemon again. you can tell because i literally do not colour the same anymore #i kept trying to adjust the shapes but in the end the #five minute blobs of colour from the beginning still looked best #do you know whats going on here.......

[honeykaes]

to land and sea

neuvillette x adepti!reader II 2.7k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, yandere themes, adepti!reader, reader is from fontaine, monsterfucking, pool sex, biting, creampie, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, hurt/comfort, angst, cucking, non consensual voyeurism, mention of blood, fontaine story spoilers, unedited

synopsis: with lanturn rite finally done, you decide to go relax at luhua pool only to find your former lover you haven’t seen in centuries confused on what your doing there.

The end of Lanturn Rite always felt freeing to you. With fewer responsibilities of protecting the harbor from threats to ruin the event, you finally had an opportunity to use your time as you saw fit—and most importantly, get away from him for a little while.

You walked along Luhua Pools, letting your bare curl themselves in the soft sand. The area was desolate from humans and adepti alike, for now, only accompanied by an occasional singing sparrow or the soft ruffles of swaying trees. You always admired the pools. The blues and faint greens of the vibrant waters always reminded you of your former homeland. 

Your eyes gazed at a sparrow beginning to flap its wings heading northwest beyond the large mountains of Liyue. Your eyes softened as your smile began to falter wondering if that bird would be headed towards Fontaine.

How long has it been since you were in that nation…at home? Was there still a home there for you?

You pull the robes of your attire, folding them up and placing them on the base of a nearby tree before picking one of the smaller pools and dipping into the waters. You shivered, your body trying to adjust to the temperature before letting your body completely submerge itself in the pool.

Would the cobblestone be the same? Would the food and culture be the same?

You knew how quickly humans adapted, even in Liyue. You had already heard and witnessed Fontaine’s technological feats during this Lanturn Rite. They were the nation now leading in technology, a far cry from how things used to be when you were there.

You wondered what happened to Furina.

…To Neuvillette.

“What became of you, Neuvillette…” you whispered to yourself. Your mind spiraled trying to remember his appearance from hundreds of years ago. Did he still keep that noble shape of his?

Did the reincarnation of the former dragon sovereign still have those lilac eyes of his that softened whenever he tucked a rainbow rose in your ear?

You dipped further in the water, blowing bubbles in the salty pool before sighing once more. 

“I miss you…”

A few hours pass as sunset begins to settle. Golden hour begins brightly as its rays highlight your skin as you sway your arms admiring the ripples of the water. 

Swoosh.

Your eyes dart up, looking around you to search for where that strange noise is coming from. Was it him? You didn’t exactly want to deal with your lord at the moment; you had plenty of time forced at his side for Lanturn Rite.

Your eyes whipped around scanning the land, but you didn’t see anything unusual. As you moved your gaze to the sea where the various pools resided you narrowed your eyes seeing a strange blue glowing coming from beneath the waters. It was moving fast, whatever this was, was an adept swimmer.

Before you summoned your weapon and left the pool to get your clothes, you gasped watching a head pop up from where the glowing was coming from. His hair was long and as white as snow, flowing behind him like a small river adorned with two stripes of blue. His skin was pale and dewy from the water, also illuminated in gold from the sunset.

Your eyes felt misty focusing on every curve of his face: his high cheekbones, his thin rosy lips. After all these years, he kept the same form.

“Neuvillette…” you called out. You couldn’t stop those words from leaving your mouth. His head slowly turned to meet yours, eyes widening in recognition as he looked at your form in the pool. 

The two of you remained frozen, drinking up each other's appearance desperate to make sure each other's eyes were not playing tricks.

His gaze softened before he soon swam near you. Water clung to his suit as he descended up to the pool you rescinded in. He kneeled near the edge, leaning down to your size.

“It’s you right? (Y/n)...” he muttered before placing his hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, chuckling as tears cascaded down your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as his thumb tenderly caressed you.

“I thought the usurpers would never allow my eyes to gaze upon yours again. I should have come to this nation much sooner,” Neuvillette whispered. You shook your head, hastily wiping your tears.

“What are you doing here anyway? How’s Furina?” you asked. Neuvillette’s eyes twinged in pain, a sad smile coaxed over him as clouds began to form blocking the golden light of the sun.

“ She…freed her people of their curse. The nation of Fontaine is thriving more than ever,” he replied. He turned his head away, smile faltering, recalling the months that still haunted him.

“...Furina did? I wish Egeria lived to see it. I’m sure Furina is as happy as ever—”

”...The cost was a part of her life. She destroyed her throne for her people. She is now just a human, set to age as all others do,” he admitted. Your gaze leaves his, looking down at your bare body.

“I see…” you trailed off. Your heart ached. You wondered if she still remembered you. Both she and Neuvillette had to go through such troubles alone. You wondered if they felt abandoned by you.

You take a deep breath trying to process everything. You were even sure if you’d be able to see Furina in her human lifetime.

”I hope she didn’t think I abandoned her before she passed. I hope you didn’t either. I left to try to find a solution to our problem, asking the other Archons for their help or ideas but…I ran into trouble as you can imagine,” you whispered. The softness in Neuvillette’s eyes hardened quickly momentarily.

“If you’re in Liyue, I’m guessing it has something to do with Morax?” he asked. You ball your fist tightly beneath the water, nails harpooning against your palm before sighing and letting it go.

“I was almost killed by these..abyssal beasts and their poison before he found me. Apparently, he was familiar with my work in Fontaine. He offered his help to save my life and give me a solution to Fontaine’s problem. In desperation, I agreed. I was forced to become one of his adepti by that contract,” you revealed.

Neuvillette sighed, anger coaxing his brows but he didn’t touch further on your life with Morax.

“Shouldn’t your contract be fulfilled now that Fontaine is saved?” Neuvillette asked. You clenched your jaw, slowly shaking your head.

“...No. Our contract had been written that he had to give me the solution. By not telling me himself, our contract is now fulfilled and I’m stuck subservient to him. I tried to go back to Fontaine but…”

You sighed, pressing your lips against his soft palm resting on your cheek. You missed his touch, it always calmed you in times of uncertainty. Neuvillette’s gaze softened once more as he leaned in, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you more. Furina always said I looked happier whenever you were with me,” he replied. Your arms reached out, placing your hands on his cheeks. His eyes still had that same love and loneliness peeking through his long white eyelashes as you last saw them. He was the same as before…but yet different.

Whatever had happened in Fontaine had changed him.

You slowly leaned, pressing your lips against his own. The juxtaposition of the softness of his lips and the electricity igniting by his touch in your once barren veins was jarring; but yet it remained as slow and sensual, desperate to reclaim the hundreds of years they’ve been apart from.

At the moment, you two felt as though you were back in Fontaine 500 years ago, in a field of rainbow roses near the sea, promising each other everything was going to work out.

You leaned away feeling a sharp pain on your bottom lip and the taste of iron on your tongue. The haze in Neuvillette’s eyes lightened up, realizing his mistake as he tongue grazed one of his elongated canines. He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment.

“I apologize. It’s been a long time since I had these types of desires and affection,” he admitted. You smiled as your hands trailed down finding their way on his neckpiece, slowly taking it off. 

“As have I,” you whispered. One by one, his articles of clothing that were soaked in seawater—adorned in the finest materials and jewels—fell onto the sand of the beach. In his nude form, he slowly dipped in the pool, joining you.

Your hands wandered through his body, admiring the sapphire scales that sometimes shined on his shoulders. As your hands gently glided on them, his body shuttered in response. He sucked a sharp breath in, feeling your hand grab his hardening cock, pumping gently. 

His cock held unnatural bumps and ridges. As it grew thicker and longer in your palm, you could see the bluish tone beneath the water. This was one indication that he wasn’t human; he was the incarnation of the hydro dragon sovereign after all.

Neuvillette bit his lip hard, showing off the elongated fangs peeking through his lip. His thigh moved your leg as his hand dipped beneath the water to cup your cunt. A soft moan escaped from your lips feeling his long fingers rub between your folds before settling on your clit.

“Neuvillette,” you whimpered out. It was a forgotten melody he had missed, your voice in that tone—it brought shivers throughout his body.

His other hand, grab your hand that was wrapped around his now pulsating cock before lifting it and placing it on his chest. 

”I don’t want anyone else to take you away from me…” he whispered. Neuvillette leaned in once more, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before diving beneath the water of the pool. You paused, blinking to try to process what he was up to.

“Neuvillette what are you— Oh!” you yelped. You feel his tight grip on the globe of your ass and thigh. He widened your legs, admiring the view of your quivering hole beneath the glistening light above. He leaned in, opening his mouth wide, before taking a long stripe of your cunt.

”God, I miss this taste. I always went crazy going through my ruts without getting to taste you again,” he muttered but you couldn’t hear as all that came up to the surface was bubbles. His tongue swirls against your clit, sucking the nub hard as you can feel his nails beginning to elongate and prod at the skin he clung onto.

You squirmed under his touch, trying to grind your pelvis to get any bit of friction you could to satiate your desires. Neuvillette offered a tender kiss on your clit before smiling.

”I hope you can forgive me if I become too rough..” Neuvillette murmured.

He opened his mouth again, prodding his tongue out, and soon began to grow longer and thicker in size. Pressing itself at your entrance, his elongated tongue slowly sank inside of you— shuddering at the taste of your arousal mixed with the waters of the Luhua Pools. 

Your hands grabbed at his now glowing antenna on top of his head as he groaned beneath you in response. He pumped his tongue inside of you, keeping your body in place, as you tried to squirm from his touch. 

Moving his grip around, he moved one hand to toy with your clit. While he rubbed tight circles along the bundle of nerves, his tongue curled against your spongy walls. You grabbed a mound of your chest, arching your back as the muffled noises of his name came from above.

Your essences flooded his tongue as Neuvillette desperately drank every drop that gushed out of you. As he slipped his tongue out of you, he left your overstimulated clit with one more kiss before lifting his upper body to the surface. You leaned against his firm chest, catching your breath.

“Was that too much…?” he whispered, pressing another kiss on top of your head. You shook your head, breath heavy as you tried to come down from your high.

”No. I want more of you Neuvillette,” you whispered, gaze half-lidded looking up at him. His thumb pressed against your bottom lip as he leaned in with a soft smile.

”Then more you shall receive,” he replied. Neuvillette lifted your chin before capturing your lips once more.

Neuvillette hooked your leg up as his cock slid itself against your puffy folds. Your body trembled as his blueish tip grazed against your clit. He soon sank his cock inside of you slowly. As he sheathed himself deeper inside, you could feel the faint burn from your walls stretching out to accommodate his large size. 

His lips peppered themselves throughout your chin and neck before he finally bottomed out. Letting your leg go, you quickly wrapped your legs around his thin waist as he reached deeper inside of you.

He lifted his head, leaning in close to let his nose graze yours.

“I don’t want this moment to ever end. I loved you then, I love you now. I always will,” he whispered. You two share another kiss before he begins to move. His hips rocked as the waves rippled in the pool to his pace.

One of his large hands found a way to your ass once more, gripping it tight as he rutted against you faster. You can feel his tip curve and nudge against your cervix.

As your head lulled to the side, focusing on the pleasure ripping through your body, Neuvillette gently grabbed your chin while grunting.

”Please don’t look away…I want to burn your expression into my mind…” he softly begged. His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, wiping the drool peaking out before you gently bit down the tip of it. 

Your walls fluttered, squeezing against Neuvillette’s cock pulsating and thrusting inside of you. You feel his nails sinking into the spongy flesh of your ass.

”Neuvil…ette. Neuvill—ette. Neuvillette!” you stammered out. Your eyes shut tight in pleasure, as a whine left your lips. With an inhumane growl, Neuvillette buried his face into your neck, cock throbbing inside of you before his hips began to falter.

Tears pricked your eyes as you clung to him tighter, crying out his name. Your walls clamped down, quivering as you climaxed. Neuvillette struggled to continue, his ruts getting slower and sloppier.

With a few thrusts, he shuttered, holding you tight as he emptied himself inside of you. You could feel globs of his thick cum filling you up as he gently bucked inside of you, nursing himself from your high.

You kept your eyes closed. Sweat clung to your forehead as you tried to catch your breath. Neuvillette lifted his head from the nape of your neck admiring your look. Just as he gently caressed your cheek, his eyes narrowed, noticing an odd sigil glowing that wasn’t there before.

A Geo sigil.

Neuvillette held you tight, shielding your form as he watched a man emerge from behind you in silence.

”I thought avoiding you would have been the best situation, but to think you’d find them…” the formerly known god as Morax murmured with a practiced saccharine smile on his face. 

Neuvillette was thankful your back was to him. His golden eyes were slitted in pindrops and glowing in envy. He was trying to hold his anger back.

”The Usurper Morax, know this: I’m done with you all taking things that don’t belong to you,” Neuvillette stated, narrowing his eyes.

Zhongli simply put his hand behind himself, closing his eyes as he pondered Neuvillette’s words momentarily before a soft chuckle left his lips.

“And that’s where you're wrong. Although you control the notion of justice, I still have authority over contracts,” Zhongli replied. His eyes opened, much colder than before. The earth began to shake slightly—a warning of what he was still capable of.

“You got a taste of your desires. Now, you should head back to your newly settled nation. I don’t think after such conflicts, a war is what you would look to have. No?”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut #neuvillette imagines #neuvillette scenarios #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader

[jorrated]

Redid my Maya Knux gijinka! Now with notes and sources on how I did the design (It's kinda long, around 2k words jsyk):

The hairstyle:

Knux has pretty long spikes, so I knew I wanted to give him long hair! Braids or dreadlocks look pretty fitting, so I tried looking for references of hairstyles to see if any fit what I was looking for:

Source: Mayavase.com (Photograph by Justin Kerr)

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=1092

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=1453

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=694

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=1340

While all the vases show a variety of interesting hairstyles, I particularly loved the look of the braids in K694 (the third picture). Being tied upwards wouldn’t really fit Knux however, so something like the man in K1340 (fourth pic) with his hair fully down, or the 5th man from left to right in K1092 (first pic) with a cloth holding the hair would be really nice!

I didn’t want to give him a headpiece, if only to not clutter his head, but also I didn’t think it’d fit Knux as a warrior. The ruler’s headpiece in K1453 (second pic) however allows the hair to come off it, and seems to have some dangly adornments on the end of the strands/braids/locks, which I found super pretty. Plus:

“Elite Mayan men and women styled their hair to show off their pointed heads, crafted through the careful head flattening they experienced as children. Women gathered their long hair on top of their heads in flowing ponytails. For special occasions they braided their ponytails and decorated them with ornaments and ribbons. Mayan men grew their hair long but burnt the hair off their foreheads to accentuate their elongated profiles. They would bind their hair into one or many ponytails or tie it in a bundle on top of their head. Mayan slaves had their hair cut short as one visible mark of their inferior status.” p.399

Source: Fashion, costume, and culture: clothing, headwear, body decorations, and footwear through the ages (Sarah Pendergast and Tom Pendergast, Sarah Hermsen as Project Editor), 2003.

https://archive.org/details/fashioncostumecu0000pend/page/n5/mode/2up

Taking all of that! I settled on tight braids with a few adornments made of jade and wood, with a red cloth to keep his hair from his eyes. Almost all of the braids are pulled together into a ponytails, but there are some smaller braids loose.

It’s somewhat of a mixture of styles, combining ornaments of special occasions, with the long hair of elites on a character like Knux. But I kept these ‘contradictory’ aspects of the design to remember that Knux kinda learns about his ancestors on the go, through murals, writings and technology, so I doubt he’d have a great grasp on what he should and shouldn’t wear. I think it adds character as someone who’s trying to figure out himself, his history and his place in the world.

Shoes and Accessories:

For footwear I kept it simple, just turned Knux’s existing shoes into sandals:

“Ancient Aztecs and Mayans of Central America adopted a thick-soled sandal with a protective legging attached at the heel, while the top of the foot and shin remained exposed.” p.135

Source: Encyclopedia of Clothing and Fashion (Valerie Steele), 2005

Although my gut instinct was to cover Knuckles from head to toe in accessories, I also tried to keep it simple like the shoes. He’s a very mobile fellow so he can’t have too much weight or annoying bits flying everywhere and getting in his face. So I kept his moon necklace, like in Fleetway, just adjusted the shape to have a bit more of details:

“The jewelry worn by the Mayan, Aztec and Inca people was rich in variety and quite beautiful. Without metalworking skills, Mayans made jewelry from many materials. Mayan men wore nose ornaments, earplugs and lip plugs made from bone, wood, shells and stones, including jade, topaz, and obsidian. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets and headgear were made with jaguar and crocodile teeth, jaguar claws and feathers.” p.402

Source: Fashion, costume, and culture: clothing, headwear, body decorations, and footwear through the ages (Sarah Pendergast and Tom Pendergast, Sarah Hermsen as Project Editor), 2003.

https://archive.org/details/fashioncostumecu0000pend/page/n5/mode/2up

As stated here, Mayans didn’t have metalwork, so I imagine this is an artifact that his ancestors got from another group of people.

Just a page before they also mention how the Maya people used to file points into their teeth, to make their mouths more appealing. This includes shaping them into pointy teeth, (like the classic shark teeth), but they could also file them into other shapes, like in this picture:

Source: https://www.archaeologynow.org/blog-3/blog-post-title-two-txwxl (I’m pretty sure this isn’t the source of the image, but I couldn’t find an actual source that wasn’t an uncredited blog)

The Maya people are also notorious for their good dentistry, as seen the stone ornaments in the teeth above. I think the filling is something Knux could do on his own, but anything that would involve actual dentistry would be too much. But it’s still interesting to read about!

(Here’s an article named “Mayan Esthetic Dentistry: Using Modern Techniques and Digital Imaging Technologies to Link the Past to the Present” by Yassine Harichane if you want to learn more!)

While a non-permanent version of stones on teeth seemed cool, like Jade incisor-coverings, at the end of the day I don’t think Knuckles is too vain, so I didn’t add that to the design. Although I think he’d definitely try out a bunch of things like this, just to try to understand them.

For additional outfits I gave him a red layered cape and a green huipil! The red cape is just to bring back more red into the design, since I gave him a lot of green. And the huipil is a nod to his poncho in the comics! (Although huipiles are commonly associated with women and girls, I still wanted to give him one, not only to bring up his partial detachment to his ancestors, but also because Knux probably wouldn’t think much about gender in general let’s be honest)

Source: Mayavase.com (Photograph by Justin Kerr)

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=638

Somewhat based the red cape on the 4th man in this picture, from left to right, but I kept it simple, as maybe just some fabric Knux found around the island, nothing too fancy.

For the huipil I wanted to do something more detailed but was having a really hard time coming up with designs. And I didn’t want to straight up plagiarize someone’s else work, so I kept it vague, maybe some day I’ll sit down and give it a more detailed version. I did come across a very nice store/ catalog that sells traditional Maya textiles, and this one was very gorgeous! Highly recommend give this and the other textiles a look!

In the end I made the huipil look vaguely like the ones shown in page 128 of the following book:

“In the Museum collection, costumes that looked very much alike usually turned out to be from villages that shared a language. Among Cakchiquel villages, dialect differences were usually mirrored by costume differences. Working on this principle we were surprised by the striking similarity of style in the huipils of San Antonio Aguas Calientes (fig. 195) and San Martín Jilotepeque (fig. 196). These villages, while both Cakchiquel, spoke very different dialects and were separated geographically (map, below). The similarity of their huipil was so remarkable we felt the need to investigate these two villages more thoroughly and found that a multi-cultural history probably accounted for these unexpected similarities of style. Huipils from these villages may well illustrate the earliest examples of pan-Maya acculturation after the Conquest.”p. 127

Source: Threads of identity: Maya costume of the 1960s in highland Guatemala (Patricia B. Altman, Caroline D.West), 1992.

https://archive.org/details/threadsofidentit0000altm/page/n7/mode/2up

Lastly on accessories, which I don’t know if it counts as an accessory but I didn’t know where to put it: the body paint. Last time I gave Knux a human design I couldn't find a good resource on Maya people painting their bodies. Every source mentioned and was in consensus that some of the people did paint their bodies, but that was the extent of the info. I wasn’t able to find any patterns or meanings of the body paintings, or even good visual reference for it. But! This time I was able to get a bit more:

“Body painting was a common Maya practice. Classic Period murals and polychrome vases depict warriors covered with red or black paint; sometimes their bodies were striped with red paint. Paint was also used around the eyes and nose to give a fierce expression. In the 16th century, these practices continued. Women also applied red paint to their faces and bodies, but presumably to make themselves look beautiful, not fierce. Small paint jars of red hematite mixed with mica were found in the houses at Cerén, and these may have been for cosmetic use. Unmarried young men painted their bodies black, and so did those who were undergoing periods of ritual purification and fasting. Priests often wore blue body paint. “p. 338

Source: Handbook To Life In The Ancient Maya World Lynn (V. Foster), 2002.

Source: Mayavase.com (Photograph by Justin Kerr)

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=2800

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=2573

http://research.mayavase.com/kerrmaya_hires.php?vase=7996

I of course wanted to give him red paint, and I really liked this design of the red lining the cheeks on the face down to the neckline. However in most of these depictions the red on the body is accompanied by the white face, which I can’t actually tell if the face has white paint, or the body has black paint, like described in the quote before. Either way I chose to only use the red, to keep in line with Knux’s original design.

(It’s worth mentioning that these vases shown depict rulers, as you can see the intricate thrones and altars, which isn’t really fitting with Knux. But again, I want to keep some mismatched aspects into his design, not only warrior-related things.)

The main outfit:

Last but not least, the main outfit. Don’t have much notes on this I’m going to be honest, I just tried to keep in line with descriptions of warriors clothing:

“While some warriors may have been resplendent on the battlefield, the common Maya soldier fought with little clothing other than loincloth and body paint, based on battle scenes in the few Maya murals that remain (see figure 2.9, page 54).” p.147

Source: Handbook To Life In The Ancient Maya World Lynn (V. Foster), 2002.

I considered putting him in a loincloth for accuracy, but tbh I was scared people were going to be weird about it, and so I gave him a skirt with some fabric that emulates the look of a loincloth and some scrap fabric around his waist and limbs! He actually ended pulling up a lot from the dude I mentioned in vase K1092 (the very first ref pic in this post) lol!

And that´s all, hope y’all liked it :P

#jo.art #sonic the comic #knuckles the echidna #gijinka

[zombiedumbie]

heart-shaped box

hi everybody! i'm back with posting stuff. i finished my final paper (i still need to make a presentation, but that's the easy part), this paper made me tired of writing, so I didn't post this before, sorry! and i'm having quite a week lol (just for example, one of the things that happened to me was that i had my scalp sutured!)

~1.2k words

from this post. a lots of fluff, A LOT, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. no use of pronouns. organs (heart). mentions of Law's backstory and light novel.

Hey, Cora…

Law's slender fingers hovered over your chest with the same delicacy he would use to sheath the blade of his own sword with the thin blue layer of his ability. He kept it at a reasonable distance, as if trying to sense the vibration of your pulsating heart in the air. The only thing breaking the silence in the room was his breath, but your heartbeats raced into your eardrums, making the place sound louder than it should.

Both of you sat cross-legged, facing each other in a room separate from the rest of the… guests.

Law wanted it to be just you and him, no one else. You were outlaws, without the right to a traditional marriage, whatever was traditional for both of you; that's why he wanted to do it still in Wano, away from the eyes of the world.

The marriage that usually involved you, your partner, the Government, and God would this time be confined between the two of you. But you insisted; after all, you wanted to share this joy with your friends, and with Wano closed, there weren't many risks of this information leaking.

"Don't you think this happiness should be just between you and me?" Law lifted his hat and scratched his head, looking seriously at you.

"Don't you think we'll have other kinds of happiness that will be just between us?" With your response, he only hid his eyes behind the brim of his hat.

Law must have been worried about the possibility of the Straw Hat crew showing up and ruining everything. In the end, he agreed, but on the condition that the two of you had this moment alone.

You took his wrist with both hands and pulled his hand towards you, your fingers touching the kimono while his palm rested on your chest with hesitation.

"Law…"

"Are you sure?" He murmured and lifted his eyes from your chest to your face; that golden gaze was unwavering, covered with a layer of uncertainty, though. His fingers trembled, perhaps out of insecurity or the weakness of removing his own heart.

You didn't say anything, just pulled him into a kiss; your thumb stroked just below his eyes, the skin warming under your digits with each second you kept your lips pressed together. That was a perfect confirmation for him. When you separated, you smiled at him and turned your back to Law.

"You already took yours", he laughed lightly.

"Not as if it's difficult to put it back", he replied, and you looked at him over your shoulder. "Room."

Law tilted you slightly down; his arm was around your torso, and his open hand was on the upper part of your chest to hold you. You embraced his arm and took a deep breath, letting your body relax. "Are you ready?" He asked, the phalanges of his fingers stroking your back calmly; you nodded and closed your eyes.

"Mes", he whispered and tapped the bottom of his hand on your back, on the left side. You felt your body weaken before the light blue box fell from your chest; he was skillful in catching your heart with the hand that was on your back.

You gasped for air; Law sat you upright as your body adjusted. That, in the hands of your fiancé, beating faintly, was your heart, out of your chest, right in front of you. The idea was so absurd that you would refuse to believe it if you didn't know about Law's powers and hadn't seen them before.

You lowered your kimono and felt your chest; there was now an empty, square space, open; you felt like you could pass your hand through it, but you didn't want to test it due to the nauseating sensation of just feeling the hole.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes once again staring at you with the same rigidity; your gaze fell to your heart in his hand. You just nodded.

Law nodded too and placed your heart on the small table next to you, right next to his, on top of a cloth. You sighed, watching the two hearts beating at different rhythms, slightly different in size, but still, two hearts.

They were fragile but valuable, pumping the blood that magically flowed through your veins, even outside your bodies; it was even a bit mesmerizing to watch them, but Law didn't seem very surprised, after all, he had seen at least a hundred of them.

Law gently picked up his own heart, placing it in the palm of his hand. He turned it as if he found the best position, something you didn't think would matter, but he was a perfectionist, so you didn't bother saying anything. Your mouth went dry when you swallowed, and he approached, his eyes on yours again, looking for any sign of hesitation to stop immediately.

"Ready?" He asked in a whisper, and you were so excited that you just nodded.

The man took a breath and exhaled with deliberate slowness, his hands approaching your chest carefully. The small light blue box holding the heart fit so perfectly into the hole in your chest that you wondered if that wasn't yours; he stopped halfway, looking at you.

You responded with a smile, enough to remind him that this was as symbolic as exchanging rings and could be undone as easily; but you still accepted his idea without even asking questions, without asking for a ring or laughing at his idea—a smile enough to remind him that you understood all the symbolism and importance of this and that you accepted who he was, no matter what. With that, he finished pushing the box into your chest, closing the hole and restoring the skin as magically as it was removed.

The sensation was strange; it was like having two hearts in the same place. You could still feel your own heart pounding frantically, while you also felt Law's heart inside the chest, beating against your ribs, settling against your lung, beating as rapidly as yours, not in the same rhythm, but in the same frequency.

"T-This is… funny", you said with a smile, your hand on the place where Law's heart now resided.

With trembling hands, you held the organ ripped from you, beating rapidly against its confinement; the small light blue capsule was somewhat gelatinous and a bit smooth, seemed very malleable, but at the same time resistant.

"Relax", Law whispered to you, the corners of his lips curving upwards gently. "Let me help you", he asked, adjusting the small box in your hands, turning it, pointing to the left side. "These are your right atrium and pulmonary artery, they should be turned to your left, so they will fit correctly", he pointed as he spoke, and you just nodded.

With the tips of his fingers under your hand, he guided you to the hole in his chest, where the box fit perfectly. When you looked at him, he was smiling, not the same smile he gave when he was boasting or teasing someone, it was a genuine smile of happiness, one that you saw a few times but loved every time.

You felt like crying when you fitted the box containing your heart in the place that would reside for the rest of your life, where you lived for so long, in the core of the person you loved the most. When the skin covered the hole in, now, your husband's chest, you felt as if you were receiving the most intimate hug you had ever received—and could never receive again.

You hugged him, feeling the warmth of your tears warming your face; Law also cried silently, but unlike the tears of cold nights, there was a warm feeling in his chest, maybe from the new location of his heart, but the joy you felt was genuine.

His head rested on your shoulder, you felt his heart gradually calming down in your chest as he enveloped you in a warm hug, pulling you into his lap.

Law could still feel the cold of that night, how the snowstorm blurred his vision, the sound of the lines cutting the ground, how humid that chest was. He felt like he had spent all the years that followed trapped in that memory, walking through the forest, crying desperately while looking for the nearest town. However, in recent times, the snowstorm seemed weaker.

Until he reached the nearest town, right when Doflamingo finally hit the ground. When he found himself comfortable in the bed of a kind stranger, he finally understood the reasons for his savior. And when he drank that warm soup after years of hunger, his heart was finally at home, protected by your ribs.

"Law…" you whispered. "I love you."

Your now husband (husband!) put his hands on your shoulders and pulled away from you a little, so you could see his face; there was a smile so wide that his eyes closed, and you could only smile back at the sight. "I love you."

… I'm home.

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #law one piece #one piece fanfic #law fanfic #law x reader #zombiedumbie writing

[eyesxxyou]

❝ monster under the bed ❞ (hobie x black ftm trans!reader

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. monsterfucking. kinda dub-con. usage of shadow tentacles. reader is ftm trans. hobie calls you a good boy. mating press. mentions of somnophilia. hobie's a little bit of a creep. reader calls hobie "freak", "creature", and "it".

You’ve been staring at your closet for an hour now, terrified out of your feeble, little mind with a knife in your trembling hand. Tears glazed over your eyes, your bottom lip quivering with untold fear. You’re too scared to get off your bed, scared that he might be under there as well, might grab your ankle and drag you under. What things it would do to you.

You never before believed in monsters, not since you were a child and used to have your parents check every night before you went to bed to assure you that there was no monster waiting to come from under your end and eat you whole. Oh if only they could see you now. A paranoid mess on the verge of tears in your own home. You still closed your closet door at night and jumped into bed simply out of habit, not because you were scared, not until recently.

It started with the slight caresses of your limbs whenever they lie outside the confines of your bed, like cool fingers touching and grasping your ankles and wrists until you ripped away, yanked your limbs back onto your bed with a startled gasp. Tender touches against your thighs and hips as you change beside your closet door left slightly ajar. The door opened on its own in the middle of the night, you witnessed it with your own eyes. The knob twisted as if someone on the inside had grabbed and turned it but when you checked, there was nothing.

There was the pair of glowing eyes you swore you saw when you looked under your bed for something you had dropped beneath it. It receded into the darkness quickly, so swiftly you thought you might have been imagining things. But it terrified you nonetheless. 

Then there was the figure standing at the foot of your bed. It was dark. An amalgamation of shadows that held nothing but the obvious outline of a very tall man standing there, watching with those glowing gold eyes you had seen before. You had screamed, turned on the light, and he was gone. You thought you were losing it. Were you losing it? What was happening to you?

You always kept a knife close. You were a trans man living alone, it was for your protection. Who knows what sick bastard would follow you home and try to break in. You had grabbed it with a swiftness you never knew you were capable of and went about your house, searching, clearing every room until you were sure no one was in your home. You slept with the lights on that night.

But he was back, the figure. You saw it, saw its hand reach out from your closet, and another one reach out from under your bed. You grabbed your knife again, both hands wrapped around the hilt to stop your hand from shaking. “Whoever you are, come out! I’m not scared of you!” But your voice trembled and revealed your fear. “I have a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

There was silence, silence so still you could hear your erratic breathing. Your gaze flickered between the foot of your bed and the closet, eyes well enough adjusted to the dark to see if anything came from either. 

It was the foot of your bed where it came from. A shadowy hand reached out, seemingly coming from under your bed, and grabbed your sheets for leverage as it dragged itself up slowly. The thing, the creature, was nothing but a blob of darkness at first but slowly gained more form and shape as it rose to its staggering height. You watched with wide eyes and parted lips that let shivering breaths escape you.

It chuckled, it laughed at you. Slowly you began to see a smile take shape in there as its face formed from nothing but black smoke. If you weren’t terrified out of your mind, you would have thought him the most gorgeous person – thing – you’ve ever seen. With wild black hair, dark skin, even darker lips, piercings that glint under the fading moonlight.

Something about the inhuman human made you all the more scared for your life. You scrambled back, to the very top of your bed as he began to walk around the side toward you, your knife pointed at him the entire way. “S-stay back!” You sputtered out, breathless and terrified. It did not deter him.

“Ya know how long ‘ve wai’ed f’this moment, lil birdy?” The baritone of his voice felt familiar, everything about him felt so familiar, as if you’ve known him this entire time. He’s been here for years, watching, listening, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself to you. All the touches, then breezes, the caresses of your frame. All of it was him, just wanting to make himself known.

You saw a shadow slither around the blade of your knife and yank it from your hands, tossing it to the floor with a metallic clatter. Your only defense against this intruder gone in the blink of an eye.“‘M no’ gonna hurt’cha, dove.” He reached out for you. cool fingers stroking the round of your cheek. You shiver, looking up at him as you made a motion to pull away. “No,” he mutters, “jus’ relax.”

“What– what the hell are you? Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

There was a lit in the man-like creature’s voice as he smirked and spoke. “Jus’ call me Hobie.” He avoided the other questions as if you hadn’t even asked them. His fingers grasped your chin when you looked away from him and towards your door, forced your eyes upon him once more. Hobie tsked at you, clicking his tongue as he shook his head with a slow sort of disappointment. “Don’ even think ‘bout i’, dove. Why ya tryna run from me? Ya know me.”

You know him? You don’t know him. Your brows pinch with confusion as you shake your head. “I don’t-”

“Ya do, birdy. Ya know me.” He sits on the edge of your bed beside you, his fingers still grasping you. ”Ya think all those nasty lil dreams you’ve been havin’ since ya moved here were jus’ ya imagination?” Hobie’s thumb comes to rest against your bottom lip, swiping from left to right, right to left, his hazelnut eyes glowing softly as he looks at your lips. “Ya body knows me a’ least.”

You don’t know why you’re not ripping away from him, why your fear has settled. 

“Open.” His voice is gentle yet demanding and without thought, your lips part as if it were waiting for a command all this time. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he eased his thumb onto your warm tongue, pressing down just a bit to keep you from talking. “See, ya know me, dovey. Don’ pretend like ya don’. Yer always such a good boy f’me.”

It was like he was sedating you, forcibly calming you when you knew you should be biting his thumb off. Was this freak touching you at night while you slept? Did he watch you when you touched yourself after wet dreams that left you wet and sticky. Wet dreams he had caused? Your body shivered with the thought and you weren’t sure if it was from disgust or something far more horrifying. A shiver of pleasure.

You felt something cool slither up along the inner part of your thigh. As you glanced down, you saw a shadow slipping beneath the pair of boxers you wear to bed. It slid across the axis of where your pelvis met your thighs and caressed your warm, soft lips. It slid between your pussy lips, breaking off into two separate appendages. One for your clit and one for your pretty, little hole that’s been left neglected by you for quite some time now.

Hobie pulled his thumb from your mouth and leaned in to push his lips onto yours. They were cold against your warm ones, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You didn’t know what to do except accept. Your mind told you to stop, that this wasn’t right. You have no idea what this thing was but your body, aching, didn’t seem to care.

Hesitantly, you parted your lips for him. Hobie hummed with satisfaction, a smile easing onto his lips. “There ya go. There’s ma favorite boy.” His tongue overtook yours, stroking with a precision you weren’t sure you ever felt from another lover. His kiss was wet, sloppy, filled with soft, breathless moans from your hot mouth as his appendages work away at your cunt.

You let out something of a low groan when one of the shadows pushed into your slick hole. It was thick and full and offered you no kindness as it thrusted into you inch by inch until you were filled to the brim with it. The coolness of it made you shiver violently against Hobie, who’s hands parted your legs to give his shadows enough space to do as he pleased them to.

“Ya remember this?” He crooned at you, his fingers gripping your thighs, his claws digging into flesh yet not enough to puncture, just enough to cause the slightest bit of pain to mingle with the fact that his shadows were playing with your engorged clit, sliding beneath the hood to get to the sweet spot. “I did this to ya las’ week. Ya woke up before I couldn't finish ya off.”

The other stuffed you full, stroked every one of your ridges and sweet spots until you were gasping for air. “Ngh~ please! Oh my God!” It pushed in and out of you, so hard you felt your entire body rock and shudder. “S-slow down mmh~” you could feel the thing circle your cervix, kissing it so softly with the languid tip.

“I know ya can take i’, lil bird.” He shifted his grip on your legs and moved his hands beneath your thighs to press them against your chest. Your boxers were pulled out of the way with another shadow to expose your puffy cunt plugged up with a dark appendage, the other lavishing over your firm clit. “Jus’ take i’.” 

His lips are on yours again, firm and cool, tongue claiming your mouth until drool began to seep from the corners where your lips were sealed. Hobie smiled into your kiss, your body writing beneath his hold. Your eyes are half-closed and fucked out, your body thrashing with something far more otherworldly than just pleasure.

You couldn't understand why you were letting this happen. What the hell was he doing to you? Or was this truly just your body falling into what it already knows. Him. It. This thing and his shadows. He kissed you more passionately than any man has and was fucking you better than you could imagine.

The sound of it was filthy. The soft squelch of his shadow forcing its way in and out of you permeated the room and mingled with your muffled moans against his impassioned kiss. He’s been waiting for this for so long and he’ll be damned if he didn't revel in the satisfaction of having you all bent out of shape for him. He could feel you through his shadow, your tightness, your desperation, the pull of your soft, wanton cunt.

“Do ya know what torture feels like?” Hobie asks and you’re tempted to say yes with the way his shadow lapped at your swollen clit and filled your cunt to the brim, stretching and molding to your every dip, curve, and ridge until no spot was left untouched. It filled you perfectly, so perfect you could weep with pleasure.

“Torture is havin’ to watch ma lil dove touch himself and I can' do a damn thing about i’ ‘cause I don' wanna scare ‘im.” You let out another broken moan while the shadows seem to work in unison, his large hands pressing your thighs harder to your chest, opening you up a little more to make more room for him to stuff your cunt a little more.

You’re open and exposed, shamelessly so. The darkness allows for all the things you would have shunned in the light. Something was dripping from your pussy, down the round of your ass, maybe your wetness oozing, being pushed out by his shadow.

Hobie chuckled softly while watching your eyes roll and your saliva-wet lips fall open. “I don't scare ya, lil dovey, do I?”

You wanted to say yes, that he terrified the hell out of you but as you opened your mouth, all you could do was let out something of a whiny, needy, little moan. “Please.” That’s all you could muster, the shudder of an orgasm beginning to make itself known in the pit of your belly.

You couldn't handle it. It was simply so intense, so demanding of you all your energy. “I can't-”

“Ya can,” Hobie insisted. “Lemme taste ya cum. I need i’. Lemme take wha’ I need, then I’ll go f’the nigh’.” He glanced out the window to find the sky growing lighter; the dark was being pushed away by dawn. It wouldn't be long until the sun crested over the horizon and he’d have to go back into hiding beneath your bed where he'd wait patiently for you to climb back into your bed, maybe touch yourself a bit, get yourself ready for his assault on your body the next night.

Your body rolled, thrashed, quivered with the beginnings of your climax. The walls of your pussy clamped and pulsed and Hobie let out a heavy breath. He could feel you, his shadow coaxing out your pretty moans as it stroked your gummy walls and kissed at your cervix oh so gently. 

Your mind felt fuzzy. Your vision went in and out of focus. Your hands gripped at your sheets before relaxing all together. You shuddered with the aftershock, breath labored and hitching with every exhale. 

Hobie released you and your legs fell onto your bed as his shadows receded back into the darkness as if they had never been there in the first place but the slick, sticky cum against your thighs and underwear left proof of their presence.

“I wish I could stay a lil longa, birdy, get one more outta ya, but I gotta go.” He pressed his lips to yours, a kiss not reciprocated. You were too tired, too fucked out. You couldn’t imagine having to undergo a second one, you couldn’t believe you had let him drag even a single one out of you. 

Hobie turned to whisper in your ear, his hand stroking your thigh tenderly. “I’ll see you tonight, dove.” He stood up, glancing at the window just as the sun was beginning to rise just over the treeline. He began to lose his form and became nothing more than a shadow creature once more, melting away into an amorphous blob before slithering back beneath your bed. 

You scrambled up, chest heaving as you leaped from your bed and dropped down to your hands and knees to look for him beneath your bed frame. There was nothing, just the other side of your room, you could see straight through. You swallowed nervously and lied on the cool hardwood of your floor.

Your mind was empty, wiped completely blank by your orgasm. There was a single thought on your mind, just one. What the fuck just happened?

There was a monster that lives under your bed it had fucked you so good you might never recover from it.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #monster under the bed!au #monster under the bed #monster under the bed!hobie #spiderpunk smut

[winters-dream]

Human!hero x Vampire!villain

The cell was cold, chilling Hero to the bone as they pushed the heavy door open. Its hinges groaned loudly as it swung open, revealing a dark room still of any life. Dead silence filled the small cell, Hero’s own breathing rang loudly in their ears. A flicker of doubt ran through their head, wondering if they had broken into the wrong cell until they made out an odd shape tucked into the corner’s shadows. A shape that looked suspiciously like Villain.

They took a few tentative steps forward, their eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as they took in the scene in front of them. Villain sat propped up against the wall, scars shining brightly against their paled skin, obviously caused by silver since they have yet to heal. Their  own blood stained their skin, streaks of it painting the floor in various directions. An alarming amount of blood, enough for Villain to die if they were human. 

Their chest heaved up and down feverishly despite not needing to breathe. Their eyes stayed shut as the hero approached them. Hero didn’t know if that was a good sign. 

“Back again?” croaked the villain. Their voice was light despite the obvious pain laced within it. Their whole demeanor screamed calmed and laid back despite the absolute horror scene that has been made of them. “Didn’t break me enough to your liking the last time?”

Hero stood frozen. They didn’t know what to say or how to approach the villain. Their carefree facade did little to convince Hero they were okay. They could see the tension in their jawline, the  caution of every breath they took, the grimace that wanted to creep onto their face. They could have fooled anyone else, but Hero knew them too well.

“The silent treatment, huh?” said the villain. “That’s okay, the sound of your voice makes my ears bleed. I can go without the headache.”

“Villain,��� Hero called.

Villain’s eyes shot open at the sound of their voice, a mixture of shock and relief danced over their features. 

“Hero,” they breathed. “What are you doing here?”

Hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, their hands finding the shackles that kept Villain chained to the ground. They were thick and heavy, each link the size of Hero’s wrists. They dug dangerously into the villain’s own wrists, threatening to cut into the skin.

“I’m breaking you out of here,” said Hero. They gave the chains an experimental tug, letting go with a wince at the pained hiss that left Villain’s mouth.

“My knight in shining armor?” asked Villain. “That’s sweet.” 

They noticed the light blush that dusted over the Hero’s cheeks, visible to them even in the dark. A groan slipped past their lips as the hero continued to feel around the chains. “But it’ll be safer for you if you leave. You know better than I do how unpredictable your precious Superhero is.”

Hero tightened their grip on the chains, opting for trying to pull them out of the floor. “That’s all the more reason why I need to get you out of here before you die.”

“Awe, you care,” cooed Villain, a small smirk made its way to their face. They let out a series of fleeting gasps as Hero pulled on the chains once again. 

They gripped onto Hero’s arm, to prevent them from pulling again. Their soft skin, warm to the touch and thrumming with life. Their pulse beating rapidly below Villain’s thumb, their blood running through their veins. Their sweet scent filtering through their nose. Villain bit their lip, aching for a bite. 

"When's the last time you fed? How long?" asked Hero. And Villain didn't know the answer, couldn't even tell Hero how long Superhero has had them here. The days, weeks, months, all blurred together in an endless cycle with no clear beginning or end. 

Hero huffed a sigh, displeased with the lack of response. They shuffled closer to Villain, hands tugging at the collar of their own shirt which earned a light chuckle from Villain. 

“What are you doing?” they asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Come here and drink my blood.”

Hero shuffled closer, a leg tossed over one of the villain’s. The scene almost looked strangely intimate, if it weren’t for the blood that surrounded them and the deathly look on the Villain’s face. Hero wasn’t sure how long Villain had left to live, but they were certain that they were the criminal’s only hope right now.

“Hero, I’m starving,” said Villain. “If you let me drink your blood, I’ll likely kill you.”

Despite their words, they pulled Hero closer, their chains rattling loudly against the floor. They inhaled deeply, the hero’s intoxicating scent flooding their senses. It was heavenly, Villain’s favorite scent.

Hero couldn’t help the small scoff that climbed up their throat. “Since when did you care whether I live or die? Given your reputation of hunting heroes, I expected you to kill me years ago.”

Villain tilted their head to the side, their signature smirk returning to their face. “You’re an unexpected exception. But don’t worry, your last breath won’t be today. I’ll be gentle when I drink from you.”

Their hands traveled down Hero’s back, slowly making their way to their butt, but Hero was quick to divert. They pulled their hands away and pushed them against the ground with a shake of their head.

“I’m only offering you my blood.”

Villain never lost their smirk as they shook their head as well. “Of course.”

They leaned forward, wasting no time to find the hero’s pulse and sink their fangs into their neck. They heard the hero’s pained gasp, but made no move to let up. Hero’s blood was warm, fresh, heavenly on Villain’s tongue. It sated a hunger so deep within the villain, they never knew a sweeter relief. It took every little ounce of inner strength the villain had left within them to not drain Hero dry right now. They took gulp after gulp, finally taking one last drag of the hero’s blood before letting go with guttural sigh. 

They slumped back against the wall of their cell, a smile spread over their lips as they felt the blood do its work and heal what was wrong with them. Their energy renewed, their wounds closing up, their mind clearing and senses more acute. They were forever grateful to the hero and their delicious blood they graciously offered them. 

Their chains rattled, a weak tug at their wrists. They opened their eyes to find the hero weakly pulling at the chains keeping Villain glued to the floor. Their efforts made Villain laugh as they replaced the crime fighter's hands with their own, breaking the shackles off their wrists with ease. They let out a relieved hiss, rubbing their wrists as feeling slowly returned to their hands. They glanced at Hero once more, giving the side of their face a light pat and stood up.

“You did well, Hero.”

Hero could only nod as the villain pulled them along into a stand, their footing uneasy as they swayed. “Let’s get out of here.”

“And just where do you think that is?”

Hero whipped their head around, Superhero standing in the open doorway with their arms crossed over their chest. Hero stood still, like a deer caught the headlights. They’ve been caught. Freeing the enemy. Superhero met them with a disappointed look. 

“Hero, what are you doing?” 

The sound of Superhero’s voice snapped Hero into action as they quickly moved to stand in front of the villain to shield them. A huge wave of dizziness ran over them, their vision coming in and out of focus as they moved. But they stayed their ground, refusing to leave Villain’s side. They noticed the superhero’s eyes dancing over their body, focusing on their labored breathing, their tired eyes, the obvious puncture wounds on the side of their neck, the blood drying around the edges.

“Hero, are you out of your mind?” demanded Superhero. “Feeding that demon? Giving it your blood?”

“They were starving,” defended the hero. “You locked them up and waited for them to die from starvation. That violates our code of conduct, I should report you—”

“Report me? I’m doing the world a favor, keeping that thing locked up.” Superhero placed their hands on their hips, fingers brushing over the stake they had tucked into their belt. They gave Villain a look filled with a mixture of disgust and fear before scolding the hero once more. 

“It’s a demon, a bloodsucking parasite who will stop at nothing to drink away the entire world’s population,” they said. “Demons like this one are always hungry. And you willingly gave it your blood. It knows what you taste like now and will cling to you like a leech. It won’t stop until it’s taken every last drop of blood from your body.”

“If you want to survive at all, you need to kill it now.” Superhero tossed their stake at Hero, Hero catching it clumsily as the large amount of blood Villain took from them delayed their reaction time. They simply looked at the silver weapon before meeting Superhero’s eyes. 

“I’m not killing Villain,” they said. “I’m not like you, I don’t kill people.”

Superhero scoffed, loudly and dramatically. “Listen to you, that demon has you wrapped around its finger. Its charming words and pretty face has you throwing away the very core of your beliefs. It’s not human, it’s not people. Killing it is what’s good for the world.”

Hero’s chest was heavy with disgust at their superior’s constant insistence of calling Villain an ‘it’. They were talking circles around each other. It almost felt like Superhero was a parent scolding a stubborn child, Hero refused to let Superhero win this argument.

“I’m not killing them.”

“You make a poor excuse of a vampire hunter then,” said Superhero. “If you’re so quick to defend the very reason we even need heroes in the first place. Need I remind you, this monster has killed countless humans. Countless heroes. You shouldn't feel sympathy for them, and definitely shouldn't spare their life.” 

Hero simply shook their head, reiterating that they don’t kill people and call it heroism. Superhero’s face slowly morphed from one of disappointment to fear the more they stared each other down. 

“Hero, you’re making a mistake,” they said. Their voice wavered as they spoke, their eyes locked onto the villain with a fearful gaze. “Villain is not someone you should be protecting.”

Superhero took a step forward, their arm outstretched for the hero. But Villain was faster. At a speed higher than Hero could follow with their eyes, Villain had moved to stand between the two heroes with Hero’s stake in their hand. A blink of an eye was all it took and Superhero was on the ground, Hero’s stake plunged deep into their neck.

Hero, too stunned to speak, stared at Villain as they turned back to face them, a wicked grin plastered on the criminal’s face. They pulled Hero close to them with ease, securing their arms tightly around their waist. 

“I really must thank you, Hero,” said the villain. “Superhero was no easy feat. They’ve been on my list for years now.”

It began to click together. “This was all just a plan to kill Superhero?” asked Hero.

“Of course,” Villain’s hand came up to lightly caress Hero’s face, a shock going down their spine from the tender touch. “And you played your part out perfectly.”

“Played my part?” Hero asked. Villain nodded, their face so close to Hero’s, their breath fanned over their face. “You knew I would come save you.”

“Was counting on it. We make a pretty good team, you and I.” Something in Villain’s eyes changed, an idea coming to them. A wonderful idea that left Villain feeling almost giddy at the prospect.

“Why don’t we do just that? Become a team. We can reign terror on the world together, kill heroes together. We’ll be the Bonnie and Clyde of the twenty-first century. Only more dangerous. And more powerful.”

Hero glanced between the villain’s hopeful gaze to the dead superhero on the ground. The superhero they inadvertently helped Villain kill. Bile rose at the back of their throat at Villain’s plan, what they were asking. They wanted Hero to turn their back on the very core of their being. Do evil instead of fight it. 

They glanced at the villain once more, mouth opened to speak. But before they could usher out a single syllable, they lost consciousness, the exhaustion from blood loss finally catching up to them.

Villain grinned.

#im alive #my own #writing #fantasy #imagines #oneshot #writers of tumblr #female writers #hero #villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #heroxvillain prompt #vampire #vampire x human #captive

[writing-house-of-m]

Cold hands, Warm hearts

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Natasha warms you up on a cold day with an impromptu date

A/N: This is for @esouliie ! You can all thank her for this because I don't know when I would have gotten something new finished. This was also the result of there being way too many 'missing Natasha hours' recently (I've also been having a lot of 'missing Wanda hours' too and have re-watched WandaVision because of it). But, everyone... this fic... is so freaking cute and I hope you all think so too. Happy reading and let me know who you think!

"Hey," you hear a familiar rasp from over your shoulder. 

You didn't think you would hear from her so soon. She told you she was going to be busy, which is code for ‘away on a mission’, so have kept yourself occupied for the last few weeks trying not to think of the red head. Which is easier said than done. 

Every morning when you wake up disappointment fills you not seeing her there. Your intertwined lives are now routine. 

It is hard to adjust when she is away, especially when it is for weeks and what feels like no end in sight. On top of that, with missions like these, there is no communication between you to fill the Natasha shaped hole in your life. 

Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to be involved with someone else, anyone else for that matter, but the thought is gone as quick as it comes because no one could ever replace the way she makes you feel. 

The first week of her absence you filled your free time as much as you could by catching up with friends and family. You constantly found yourself avoiding the question about why you have been so distant recently. It was the one thing Natasha requested from you - not telling anyone about your relationship with her - to, in her words ‘keep you safe'. 

You still remember the way she looked at you. It was the first time you could see past the facade she held, seeing the worry linger in her eyes for a split second. The intensity of her gaze and her hesitance was a strange thing to witness. When you nodded your head in agreement her smile was soft, almost relieved. In that moment you realized you would agree to anything she asked just to see that vulnerable side again. You felt privileged. 

This second and third week have been much slower, a lot of your time has been spent in the four walls of your apartment because of last minute canceled plans and much needed maintenance needed around your home. 

So you decide today, cold be damned, you will be taking a walk through your local park. You shared this little wonder of a place with Natasha in your fourth month of being together, happy to be able to reveal a bit more of you and your life. 

It is a public place, more people pass by here than in the street where you live. But you got to show Natasha all the overlooked secrets; little winding paths that lead to flower gardens, a pond hidden behind some bushes and the gargoyles you can see from one spot when standing in a specific angle by a monument in the center. You even pointed out some regulars you see because of all your time here. From the confined elderly wanting a bit of liberation from their mundane lives to daring children trying to climb the tallest tree they can find. 

A breeze rushes past, the cold chilling you to your bones and you inwardly curse at yourself. Trust you to have picked the coldest day for some freedom. Initially, the brisk air was making you regret your decision, that was until the sun came out. It didn't do a whole lot against the freezing temperature, but it did look pretty against the frost and ice distracting you from the chilly weather. 

The way the sun's rays shine between the branches that stretched out over your head reminded you of spring time and how much you couldn’t wait for the season to change. 

Just as you were about to get out from the clearing for some much needed sunlight and heat on your face, that’s when you heard Natasha. 

It has been so long you think you are hearing things, that is until you turn your head and see her. The long army green coat she is wearing almost makes her look taller. 

Almost. 

Strands of red hair peek out from the beanie Natasha is wearing, a braid is tucked into her pulled up collar and she has a soft smile on her face. One you have noticed she reserves for you. 

It takes everything in you to not run over and jump into her arms, to press your nose into her neck to get a smell of the home you have been craving. 

Big scenes are not her thing, you’ve learnt. 

Instead your eyes drop to her gloved hands holding two hot drinks which takes you out of your stupor and smiling brighter in return. You almost want to ask how she knew where you were but then remember her profession. 

"You look cold," there is a playfulness to Natasha’s voice matching her smirk. 

Regardless of how wrapped up you are, you know your scarf hasn't done much to stop your face from getting cold, it must be covered in a light blush. 

"I could say the same about you," you raise an eyebrow with your own smirk. A noticeable pink tint is adorning her cheeks and nose from the cold bite of the air. You wonder how long she has been trailing you. 

Natasha's smile widens as closes in and hands you one of the cups. You take off your gloves, shoving them into your pocket to allow the heat to bring back the feeling in your frozen hands as you bring it to your nose to take a whiff. Your favorite, of course it is. 

She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards. Natasha disappoints you with how short her lips are on yours, you were hoping for something that was more than just a split second considering how long it has been. 

Although Natasha pulls back it is only by an inch as she remains close to ask, "Where are you going?" 

Her voice is low and her warm breath is a nice contrast to the icy wind. 

Your eyes flutter close as you revel in her presence and soak up the warmth she brings. Brushing your nose against hers you reply, "Wherever my feet take me," you smile and open your eyes to the green ones you selfishly wish to keep to yourself. "I'm glad I have some company now," you whisper. 

"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Natasha says with a twitch of an eyebrow. 

You shake your head. "Definitely not," you say, pressing a small kiss to her lips, one that lasts longer than the mediocre one she gave you. "I missed you." 

You like seeing her like this. Carefree. Soft. Unguarded. 

Well as unguarded as can be, it was something you picked up in your first few months of spending time together - Natasha is always alert. The way her eyes flint around every so often, looking around to quickly survey her surroundings, always cautious of any lingering threats. To the untrained eye it looks like she is taking in the scenery, but you know after knowing her for as long as you have. 

Over time it is a habit you have even picked up from her, making you wonder if there are things she has picked up from you. 

Natasha stands by your side allowing you to loop an arm around her waist while you take a sip of your beverage. It leaves a warm trail as it makes its way down your throat. It still isn't as warm as the way Natasha makes you feel though as cheesy as that may sound. 

"Thank you for this, I didn't realize how much I needed it," you say, signaling the paper cup. 

She smiles at you to acknowledge your gratitude. "You're never one to think ahead, plus I saw you shiver," Natasha remarks. 

You scoff, shaking your head, "I did not shiver." 

Some children are laughing not too far in front of you which distracts both of your attentions away from your conversation. A large puddle of water has frozen over and seems to be the main source of entertainment for the little gang. 

The two of you stop to watch their innocence, a pang of jealousy hits you because of how carefree and innocent they are. Not a single worry showing on their faces in this cruel world. 

You have been fortunate to only hear about the atrocities always going on. More so since you started to date Natasha. She doesn't go into detail about her line of work but the faraway look she has on her face sometimes after certain assignments tells you all you need to know. It fills you with pride knowing you are Natasha’s source of domestic normalcy. 

One of the snuggly wrapped up boys slips and tries to regain his footing before he falls to the ground making you let out a breath of laughter. The scene is something straight from a cartoon as the boy tries to find balance when trying to stand again while the rest laugh at him. A boy in a puffy gray coat, who is howling with laughter, loses his feet from under him sending him straight to the ground landing on his butt making the rest of them exclaim even louder. 

The smile you see in your peripheral vision tells you Natasha is enjoying this too. 

"How long had you been watching me before you decided to come over, stalker?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

"Long enough to see you shiver," Natasha accuses in her husky voice. 

You bark out a laugh, "I do not shiver!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you keep lying to yourself," Natasha smirks. 

You spend long minutes, people watching while sipping on your drinks and basking in this precious stolen time you get to spend with each other. 

The children are fewer now, some of them have left with their parents while the rest stay. They have started a game to see who can stay on their feet the longest as they try to knock each other down. 

Sometimes you forget Natasha’s past, what little you know of it, and almost ask about her childhood. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking 'What did you get up to as a kid?’ 

Instead, you face Natasha as she continues to stare on at the scene; her side profile is enough to show her fatigue. You place your empty cup on the wall beside you so you can take her face in your hands. 

Natasha takes your lead to turn in your direction allowing you to take in all of her features. 

"You look tired," you whisper in concern as your thumb rubs along her cheekbone. 

"Gee, thanks(!)" Natasha chuckles at her own sarcasm. 

"Nat," you start, ready to reprimand her for not being serious. 

"We’ve had some long days. But don’t worry, I'll be off for the holidays,” Natasha replies. “You'll have me for two weeks. That’s enough time for you to get sick of having me around. By the end of it you’re going to want to be rid of me." 

"Impossible," you say without thinking then lean in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. 

Natasha turns her head slightly to meet your lips, sighing when she allows herself a moment of being wrapped up in you. 

A buzzing sound makes you stop before you can deepen the kiss any further. You let out a breath of disdain from Natasha’s phone ruining your moment. Natasha smiles at you apologetically, taking the device from her pocket. 

While Natasha checks the notification you give her some privacy, picking up both empty cups to discard them. 

When you return and meet Natasha's eyes, the sparkle that was there just moments ago has faded as regret takes over. She is being called back. 

"Three more days, then you're all mine, Romanoff,” you smile. “And for a whole two weeks!" you exaggerate in hopes to lessen the blow of her having to leave. "How did I get so lucky? I guess I'm being spoiled this season." 

You know you succeed when you see the corners of Natasha's lips raise slightly before she holds onto your coat and pulls you in kissing you again. 

Her phone buzzes impatiently, interrupting you again . 

"I have to go," Natasha says, her warm breath fanning over your face as she rests her forehead against yours. ”But just know, I’m the lucky one here.” 

You smile at her confession and revel once more in the warmth she provides before you have to face the harsh cold that comes with the Winter months alone. 

Kissing Natasha’s forehead you meet her loving green gaze once more. "Come back to me," you breathe out as light as the breeze chilling you. 

"Always," Natasha says, sweetly and just as quiet. Her voice carries the weight of more than the one worded sentence she has spoken. 

Taking a breath, Natasha gives you a final peck before she drags herself away from you. 

Your arm stretches out as Natasha walks away, your hand lingering in hers for those extra few seconds of comfort. But mostly because you don't want to let her go. 

Saying goodbye is always difficult no matter how short the visit. 

As you watch her walk away you think about the first time you met the assassin. 

Out of all the windows in the city Natasha crashed through yours. Your shock had you frozen in place until she tried to stumble out of your apartment but collapsed from fatigue because of the fight she had just endured. 

After getting over the fact an Avenger covered in dirt and blood had ruined your new rug, you used your limited first aid knowledge to nurse her back to health. When she awoke a few hours later, she told you just how crappy of a job you had done. 

What got Natasha’s attention was when you quipped back saying you should have let her bleed out to make a quick buck off of all of her equipment to pay for the damages she caused. 

When she left a short while later you didn’t think you would ever see her in person again. You were looking forward to being able to tell all the people in your life about the encounter with an actual superhero. 

Reality hit you in the gut with the name of ‘Non Disclosure Agreement’ and a clean up crew which you couldn’t be mad about. 

Unbeknownst to you, after your first meeting Natasha couldn't stop herself from wanting to see you again. Her mind drifted to the ‘kind’ (your words not hers) stranger who applied sloppy bandages to her arm and stomach. The messy job would have gotten infected if she hadn’t woken up. Natasha caught herself smiling at the memory too often and had to force herself to be present for work. 

Life went on and your encounter felt less and less real as each day passed. Until one evening, while in your office building working late, you received a call telling you you were needed on the roof. Skeptical as you were, you obeyed thinking of the promotion you had been working so hard toward. 

What you hadn’t expected was a fully healed Black Widow to emerge from the shadows, playfully schooling you to not comply with shady orders received late at night. Then insulting you with how boring your life was and how you should learn to cook for yourself instead of wasting all your money on take-out. 

Surprise was an understatement and instead of letting that show, like your mouth wasn’t already slightly hanging open from the shock while she spoke, you decided to play Natasha’s game and call her out for the stalker that she was. 

Since then your meetings have been sporadic but it didn’t stop you both from falling for each other. Who knew a year and a half on you would be in a relationship with each other, life would have made more sense if you had stopped talking. But you have defied the odds and are still going strong. 

When you make it back to your apartment you find flowers waiting for you on the kitchen counter making you smile. A card attached to them with a message in Natasha’s handwriting that reads ‘3 more days ♡’ makes you feel like your heart is going to burst from emotion. 

Needless to say that smile never left your face throughout you making dinner all the way up until the moment you go to bed that night. Natasha somehow always has a habit of making you feel like a giddy teenager. 

You couldn’t wait to see her again. The gift you have been wanting to give to her for a few weeks has been hidden under your towels in the kitchen cabinet. You can only hope she doesn't already know about it. 

The next time you are together you are going to give her a key to your apartment so that she knows she will always have a place to come back to. 

A place she can call home. 

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[boba-beom]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fall for you | CHOI SOOBIN

p: soobin x gn!reader .. g: oneshot; fluff, suggestive(barely), f2l .. w: indicating something suggestive at the end, lower case intended, confessions, just tooth rotting fluff and a kiss <3 .. wc: 1.1k .. a/n: he’s so first love material it hurts. it’s been a while since I wrote some cute ass fluff :> wanted to try something a little different ^^’ also listen to old love by yuji, putri dahlia

sometimes you cursed the universe for constantly bringing you people who were just incompatible with you.

your love life seemed to have this recurring theme, almost like a stopwatch counting down the days until things eventually don't work out for you. but it’s not like you knew that was going to happen.

plenty of trial and errors. plenty of disheartened occasions. and plenty of nights ranting to your course mate and closest friend, choi soobin. because it was only him who understood you to the point there was no longer a filter between you, no secrets kept from one another, and him being the first resort as your support system.

soobin always knew the right words to say to keep your mind at ease. always reminding you to protect your peace and that love will always find its way.

and he was right.

it’s been months since your last talking stage, and you were no longer affected by the fact it didn’t work out, and it’s the best you’ve felt for the longest time. unbothered and channeling your inner peace. because you’re not here to chase, no. you were a strong believer that the universe works in mysterious ways, and thanks to soobin, he is a constant reminder of what’s for you, is meant for you.

what started as a platonic friendship, turned into admiration for one another. using each other as support throughout your day to day lives; for inspiration to be a better person each day.

there was a time where a simple brush of the shoulders didn’t faze you, but now you get butterflies just from laying your gaze on his gentle sleeping figure on your couch.

was it the way his hair falls perfectly just above his long eyelashes that were almost doll-like? or the way his nose slopes to a soft curve, luring your eyes to his cupid's bow and uniquely-shaped lips that curved upwards in the corners? his side profile was unapologetically stunning. almost surreal that this person is in your life.

was he always this beautiful?

you think to yourself, or so you thought until you hear a low chuckle coming from him.

“what?” you chuckle along, he was too contagious to not do the same.

“you think I’m beautiful?” he looks at you, sleepy eyes slowly adjusting to the sun rays decorating the room.

“always.”

he laughs again in endearment, reaching out a welcoming arm and motioning you to sit beside him before enveloping around your shoulders. his body radiates warmth, but also security. his larger frame was enough to make you feel protected in his arms, in ways your previous partners never did.

you sit in comfort with him looking down at you. his eyes almost reflect what you think the galaxy would look like at first hand, twinkling with nothing but purpose.

“and you.. you are the most prettiest I’ve laid my eyes on.”

his deep voice almost rumbled against your chest, cheeks warming up from the affection he’s giving you. and perhaps all this time while you were looking elsewhere, the person for you has just been here the entire time.

“soobin, I haven’t been completely honest with you…” your voice trails, but you remain steady eye contact.

his face tilts to the side. his lips presses into a thin line until his two dimples are appearing in front of you. damn those dimples.

your heart races in your chest and you’re chewing the inside of your cheek, nervous to risk something so special, something you’re entirely grateful for. but it’s now or never, right?

what’s meant for you, will be for you.

“it’s okay, you can tell me.” he reassures you with the expanse of his hand caressing your shoulder.

with a deep and steady breath you start, “I like you soobin. more than a course mate who looks out for me. more than a platonic friend. more than anyone I’ve ever liked before. and I trust you wholeheartedly. I like you so much it scares me but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. god, my feelings have grown immensely and I just hope you accept me as I am.”

he was silent. eyes still sparkling, but silent.

a thousand thoughts fly through your mind, and nothing but the drum of your heartbeat and the ticking of the clock flooding in your ears. shit, I’ve messed up—

the sound of your name falls past his lips, regaining your attention.

"I like you too. I always did, and always will. I can't stop thinking about you ever since we met." he looks away momentarily and the same airy chuckle returns, "I just wanted to have you in my life, even if that meant comforting you after an unsuccessful date or talking stage. even if that meant I would get a little hurt inside."

his hand reaches up to cup your cheek, warmth transferring from your skin to his and he looks at you with so much appreciation. your chest heaves a little faster when you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes again.

"I love you," bringing both your faces closer together. you can feel his little breathes through his lips before asking, "can I kiss you?"

with no further words you hum out a 'mhm' and close the minuscule gap, letting your lips collide gently. they molded perfectly against each other, his pillowy bottom lip against yours felt heavenly. you cup soobin's cheek a little further back that your fingertips are lost in his hair behind his blushed ears. both of your chest heave against each other, as you deepen the kiss, tilting your head to kiss him as if he was to disappear the next day. just incase you thought this was too good to be true. just in case the universe would take him away from you.

soobin's thumb caresses your cheek before he gently holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, disconnecting the kiss.

"hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere. okay?" his hand moves effortlessly behind the back of your head, luring it forward for him to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'm yours if you want me to be."

"of course I want you to be. I'm yours and you're mine." you watch his lips curve upwards, again decorated beautifully with his dimples.

he wraps his arms around you, his face snuggling in the dip of your neck as your hands roam over his broad shoulders. he lays gentle kisses against your skin, sighing in relief that he can finally do this, and not just in his dreams. his kisses trail up until he's by your ear, spoiling you at your sweet spot, evident from your soft sighs, and he whispers something in a lower octave.

"let me show you how much I love you."

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[rootsofdread]

May I request general hc for Ghostface, Michael Myers and the Trickster falling in love with a survivor (preferably one that doesn't seem to reciprocate their feelings)?

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is not very forward with his feelings, not at first. He spends a lot of time watching you in and out of trials, learning everything that he can about you. He knows he won’t be able to win you over unless he knows how your brain works, what you like and don’t like, who your friends are. It’s not stalking as long as you don’t know he’s there.

He uses his information to try to get to know you in a more normal way next. He thinks you’ll be amazed by his “people reading” skills, and thinks you’ll be more inclined to share more with him, feel more comfortable. He’s shocked to find you still seemingly uninterested in him.

He always slips in compliments when the two of you happen to talk along with his skillfully-gained information. You’re stunning, you’re so smart, you’re great in chases. Anything he thinks will earn him your favor, but it’s all true, of course. Danny is many things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

His next course of action is trying to impress you with his more practical skills in trials. He always makes sure you’re watching when he marks and skillfully downs someone, looking over his shoulder at you before taking them to a hook. He’s a lot more productive during trials when you’re around.

He enjoys seeing your reaction when he sneaks up on your teammates in front of you, the shock of realizing you didn’t even know he was there until it was too late. He knows that’s a surefire way to impress you, if all else fails. His Night Shroud works wonders.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael never thought he would even love someone. Honestly, he just didn’t think he’d have it in him. So you can imagine his frustration when he falls for someone who doesn’t seem to share his feelings, who ignores all of his advances, which get increasingly aggressive. If he makes sure you know how he feels, maybe then you'll return his feelings.

You may think your apparent disinterest in him would end up discouraging him…But if you know Michael, you know it doesn’t. His drive to kill Laurie has kept him going for years. A lot of years. He’ll get you, too, eventually. He knows he will.

If he knows he has you in a trial, you’re his first target. He stalks you first, following you around, watching you behind corners or from higher places. He can never tell if you purposefully hold still out in the open, though.

He picks off the rest of your team one by one to get to you easier. He leaves their bodies where you can see them and waits for you to come to him. It's…His very twisted way of showing you his affection. He always hopes you like it, and has a little hope that you’re impressed by it.

He always lets you escape, either through the hatch or forcing you to go through the gates if he’s feeling “playful.” The latter may seem a little cruel, but it’s just his way of having a little fun with you. He doesn’t have a very well-adjusted sense of fun. But he knows you’re glad to at least be left alive, and that’s really all that matters.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is the most romantically-inclined, and actually tries to win your favor in less frightening ways. That’s not to say he isn’t without his…Issues, but he is a romantic at heart and enjoys trying to woo you, even if it usually ends up being fruitless. He’s convinced that his good looks and charm will do most of his work for him.

He’s always following you around, trying to chat you up, mostly by bragging about his accomplishments both before and during his time in the fog. It impresses everyone else and makes them swoon, so he figures it’ll do the same to you. Your disinterest in his achievements doesn’t seem to bother him much. He’ll also tail you without your knowledge occasionally, to find things out about you, like things you like to do or talk about.

In addition to this, he’s always bringing you gifts, too. Typically items he’s looted off of dead survivors, because he knows even if you’re not interested in him, you’ll be interested in items you can actually use. He can get a little smug about it. He does also enjoy bringing you flowers, he knows it’s less creepy and you may be a bit more inclined to like them for that reason.

If you’re in a trial together, you’ll find little love notes pinned to trees or walls with his throwing knives. The tone of these notes may be a little off-putting or ominous, but Ji-Woon insists that that’s just how he writes. And if you’ve heard his music, you know that’s not a lie. He just expresses himself and his affections in strange ways.

He’ll also avoid going after you in trials, like a gentleman. He’ll let you work on generators and unhook your teammates so long as there are others still alive that he can go after. He prefers to not kill you, but he seems to have a lot of fun chasing you down and hauling you to a hook just to tell you he loves you.

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[starscabaret]

First Sexual Encounter Yandere! Jaden ✧.*

pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer (jaden) 💸 x Fem Reader

summary : jaden and y/n get freaky… it is unfinished there will be more parts im sorry <33

warnings: nsfw, sex, kinks, etc 

Authors note: read Jaden’s intro, i love him 

It was an early Saturday morning. You spent the night at Jaden’s apartment, the night was filled with cuddling and movie-watching. Jaden wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, so he asked you to spend the night. Of course, you agreed. Sleeping in his arms, in his bed, always granted you the best sleep. 

Having his body so close to yours aroused you to no end. But you kept quiet. You and Jaden had only gone as far as some heavy making out. He hadn’t seen you naked, and you hadn’t seen him in all his glory. He was a gentleman, he didn’t want to rush things with you, and he could control himself. Well, at least he thought so.

Jaden leaves you in the bed to fix you a glass of water. While he is away in the kitchen, a distinct arousal begins to creep on you. You feel your pussy begin to water, you feel the wetness in your panties, making them transparent and damp. Your insides clench at the thought of anything filling it—especially any part of Jaden.

He comes back to the room water in hand, he sits it on your side of the bed as he bends down and kisses your forehead. Good Morning sweetness.

 Hi, Jaden. You reply meekly as he slides back into bed behind you. You stay turned away trying to will your need for him away. If you turned around you’d see his handsome face, perfect brown skin, beautiful smile, and a million other things you love about him.

What’s wrong? He questioned pulling you into him.

Nothing, just sleepy. You reply.

I know you’re lying princess, you’ve been in here snoring for 12 hours. He whispers in your ear.

He adjusts his arm around you and his forearm brushes against your hardened nipples in your t-shirt.

You involuntarily moan aloud. Your face began to heat up in embarrassment. You start to turn around to fake a yawn or some other dumb excuse, but he already heard you. 

He turns you around to face him, hey, I feel the same way about you, don’t be shy, he said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. 

His other hand guides one of yours down his shirtless torso, to over his flannel pajama pants, making you feel his hardness.

He is ecstatic, you had moaned because of his touch. He thought it was so adorable you were hiding the fact that you had sexual urges too. Because he had them for you. But he preferred spending time with you and he would never rush you to sex.

Even though your hand was barely touching his length you felt the warmth radiating off of it. You even felt a dampness, where you guess the tip of his dick would be. 

Can I see it? you boldly asked. You may not have known it but Jaden would do anything for you. Especially this. 

Are you sure y/n? He asked holding your hand in his and kissing it. Jaden was looking into your eyes for confirmation of what you were asking him. 

Mhmm You nod. 

He sat upset to lay against his headboard, dragging you with him to sit beside him. 

Go ahead princess he smiled at you. Making you do the work for what you wanted.

He was hiding how much he wanted it too. He knew that his cool and calm demeanor balanced out your erratic overthinking personality. He was hiding how his heart was beating out of his chest. How unprepared and desperate he was for your touch. 

As you pulled the waistband of his briefs down, his dick sprung out. 

Truly you didn’t know what you were expecting. But whatever it was, this was better. The only clues you had to go off was the feeling of his hardness when you sat on his lap or cuddled. 

8 inches of gorgeous chocolate brown bobbed above his torso. About an inch from the tip, it started to turn into a pretty pink. And the tip… the tip was a soft cushioned shape shining from drops of precum. While you stared and almost drooled over it in shock, you saw a small pearl of precum work its way out of his tip.

You did the only thing you could think to do when greeted with such beauty… asked to worship it, Do you want my help, can I touch it please J?

What about you, sweet? You don’t want Daddy to please you first? he said while biting his lips and staring at you with low hooded eyes. 

He had never called himself daddy before, and neither had you. But something about it coming from his mouth, in his bed, pretty dick out had your panties getting wetter. And Jaden wanted to be your Daddy, he wanted to be the most important thing in the world to you. He wanted to provide you with everything you ever wanted. Protect you from everything bad. 

You gave no response to his question and immediately removed the shirt you were sleeping in. Turning towards him so your pussy was facing him. You were making sure he could see the way your panties gripped your puffy lips, making them apparent through the fabric. Making sure he could see the large wet spot developing.

Jaden likes to think that he can read your mind. He studies everything about you. He is addicted to you. You in this position he knew exactly what you needed. And he was confident he could give you that. 

He damn sure wasn’t letting anyone else do it. Seeing you like this made him even more jealous of anyone who came before him. Hell, he even became jealous of your fingers and toys. Jealous of anything or anyone that got to see you like this. 

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[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: READ WARNINGS IN CHAPTER 1!!!! Stuff starts rapidly going downhill from this chapter onward. If you haven't heeded the warnings from chapter 1 until now, this is your final chance to do so

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua

Chapter 6

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You anxiously kicked your feet dangling off the examination table you were sitting on, heart pounding in your chest as you waited for your doctor and the ultrasound technician to enter the room.  Law had felt absolutely awful that he wasn’t able to go to your first ultrasound appointment with you, but you happily assured him that you were dedicated to keeping him updated on the entire day while he was busy with his shift at the hospital.

Your eyes scanned over the equipment that would eventually be used on you, the sterile instruments, the heavy ultrasound equipment, and the small storage counter in the corner.  Your heart leapt into your throat at the sudden sound of the door cracking open.  The sight of your calm, collected gynecologist brought you comfort as she smiled at you, her bright blue eyes shining.

“Your blood tests came back very positive with HCG, you are in fact pregnant, though we both already knew that,” she said with a happy smile, opening the door once more to welcome the ultrasound technician.

“I still can’t believe it,” you sighed in disbelief.

Dr. Robin sat in the swiveling stool across the room from you and flipped open her laptop.  “I understand you and your husband were concerned about fertility, yes?”

You nodded.  “I had called to schedule an appointment with you a few weeks ago to discuss that.”

She hummed in confirmation.  “Yes, I did see your name on my schedule for May.  But luckily your recent pregnancy let you come in much earlier!  I’m sure you know, but we usually do an ultrasound around seven weeks.  According to the information you gave me, we should be around that time frame now.”

The ultrasound tech was sanitizing her hands, but tossed you a very excited grin.  “Congratulations, Mrs. Trafalgar!”

You beamed.  “Thank you so much.”

After a few briefings about your current health and any possible symptoms, you were instructed to lay back on the exam table and lift your shirt to expose your belly.  The feeling of the translucent gel against your skin caused a chill to run up your spine, making the technician whisper a silent apology for the sensation.  You kept your eyes trained on the ceiling as Dr. Robin began to brief you about the expectations.

“If you’re around 7 weeks, we should be able to detect a heartbeat in the fetus.  We’ll also be able to make sure that the embryo’s development is progressing normally,” she explained.

You took a deep breath through your nose as the technician placed the blunt end of the ultrasound transmitter on your lower stomach, over where your uterus would be.  “Sounds good.”

She moved the wand around your belly, trying to get a good image, before finally locating and settling on your uterus.  Sure enough, there was a small attachment in your womb, surrounded by an abyss of black, outlining the shape of your organ and the fluid surrounding the embryo.  You were scared to look at the screen, and simply kept your eyes focused on the ceiling.

You were starting to really wish Law was here.

It took you a few moments to realize that neither your doctor nor the technician had uttered a word.  A few adjustments were made to the machine and the wand was placed against your skin once more.  Your throat went dry.

“Is… everything okay?” you asked.

Dr. Robin cleared her throat.  “We can’t seem to detect a heartbeat.”

Your stomach dropped, and she must have noticed the way your entire body tensed up.

“This isn’t always cause for alarm, it could easily be that you’re earlier along than we thought, maybe around five or six weeks.  The heartbeat doesn’t usually start to show until around week seven, so it’s likely that’s just the case,” she elaborated, placing her hand on your arm to reassure you.

The ultrasound technician finished blotting down her patient notes before powering off and cleaning her machine, followed by cleaning you up.

Before you had the chance to speak, Dr. Robin grabbed your attention.  “There is no need to be alarmed, I’m going to set you up for a follow-up appointment next week so we can check on the embryo again and make sure it’s progressing normally.”

You took a few shuddering breaths through your mouth.  “Okay…”

Dr. Robin rubbed your arm reassuringly.  “I’ll get your patient summary printed out for you to take home, and I’ll meet you at the front desk to schedule a follow-up for next week.  Take some deep breaths, you’re going to be okay.”

You followed her directions, taking deep, controlled inhalations.  Finally, you nodded.  “Okay… thank you, Dr. Robin.”

Time moved in slow motion as you walked to the receptionist’s desk.  The voice leaving your mouth sounded like your’s, but it certainly wasn’t you who was speaking.  Operating purely on autopilot, you took your bag, your patient summary sheet, and your waning confidence to your car where you sat in silence, staring at your steering wheel.

No heartbeat.

You were running through calculations in your head.  You must have been on your seventh week, unless you counted wrong.  Perhaps you did count wrong in your excitement, you were known to do that on occasion.  But at the same time—

Your phone buzzed.

Baby~~<3

Hey honey, I’m on lunch.  How did your appointment go?

You choked on the hard stone in your throat, heavy tears welling in your eyes.  You were trying so, so hard to convince yourself that your doctor was telling the truth, that perhaps you were simply earlier in your first trimester than any of you thought, and that the fetus’s heart simply hadn’t developed fully yet.  The chances of that were very high, you knew they were.

So then why were you so… petrified?

—

Law sent his text, placed his phone down, and ate his lunch, checking his phone before his afternoon rounds.

He went on his rounds before heading to the operating theater, where he placed his phone with his circulating nurse and prepared for a basic operation.

When he was finished, he still had not heard back from you.

That was when he began to grow worried.  He sent you another text that simply read:

Babe?  Are you back home?

He tucked his phone back in his pocket when he was called to a patient’s room.  He shoved away the rising anxiety and discomfort that filled in his throat in order to manage the rest of his shift and get home to you as soon as he possibly could.

—

Law hurried from his car to the front door of your apartment.  He was relieved when he saw your car parked in your usual spot, but he still hadn’t heard back from you when the clock struck 10:00PM.  He flung open the door.

The living room was empty, and Bepo was sprawled out on his bed on the floor, lost in a heavy nap.  He barely moved a muscle when Law walked in, leaving his dad alone to bolt to the bedroom, where the door was closed.

Law felt his stomach sink.

He gently twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, peering into the bedroom he shared with you.  The lights were dim and the blinds drawn shut, but through the faint lighting he could make out a large lump under the duvet cover.

“Babe…?” he called in an anxious whisper, unsure if you were asleep or not.

He saw your body lurch under the covers responding to this voice.

“Hey…”  He rushed to your side, kneeling on the bed and placing a hand on your shoulder, ushering you to roll over and face him.  “Tell me what happened…”  He was afraid he already knew.

Very slowly, you rolled over and popped your head out from under the blankets.  Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen from your violent crying that had only recently stopped, only for your tears to quickly return upon seeing your husband’s concerned eyes gazing down on you.  You let out an involuntary noise, something akin to being strangled, before blubbering out a sob.

“They… couldn’t… find… a heartbeat…” you managed to mutter in between your cries.

Law figured that might be the case, but it didn’t stop his heart from shattering once again.  “Did the doctor say anything else?”

“She…” you rolled over, wiping your tears and snot on the ratty t-shirt you wore.  “She said to come back next week… and that it might just be too early to tell… but…”

The black-haired man nervously bit the inside of his lip.  He was trying to remain as calm as he could for you, but he couldn’t help the way he felt utterly helpless at your distressed state.  Taking a shuddering inhale, he replied, “Then you’ll see her next week.  It’s very likely that she’s right, and we’ll have a heartbeat.”

You sniffled.  “I… I know… but…”

Law patiently waited for you to speak.

“Law, I’m… I’m so scared.”

He felt his entire world disintegrate at how small your words sounded, how utterly petrified your voice and expression seemed.  When Law had first met you all those years ago when you were undergraduates in college, he was convinced you were the most headstrong, unwavering woman he had ever met.  Never did he see you get discouraged, you were always thinking ahead, using your neverending charisma and wit to solve every problem life threw at you.

So to see you like this, completely beaten by life…

“Law…?” you weakly called for him.

“What is it, baby?” he replied, keeping his voice low.

You swallowed a thick glob of saliva in your throat.  “Are you going to leave me if I can’t give you a kid?”

Law’s eyebrows furrowed together, his lip trembling.  “Of course not.  I would never.  And you’re not ‘giving me a kid,’ we’re working together on this, remember?  I would never abandon you for something that’s out of our control.  You’ll find out more next week, and chances are the doctor’s right and the baby will have a heartbeat.”  He was trying his damn hardest to reassure you, but that sinking feeling he developed while writing his report a few days ago returned stronger than previously.  He couldn’t help but dwell on the feeling that you were, in fact, seven weeks along, and the pregnancy was nonviable.  But regardless of his analytical way of thinking, the prospect hurt him just as much as it hurt you.  To try for so long, to feel a level of excitement that he had never felt before, only to have it ripped away so quickly.

He couldn’t tell you, though.  You needed him to be strong for you.  At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

When Law returned from work, he would usually shower and change, but tonight all he wanted to do was hold you.  He simply shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, crawling into bed with you and holding your fatigued form against his warm body.

The smell of sterile alcohol followed you into your dreams.

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[tragedybunny]

A Little Visitor

༺Summary༻

It started as a typical evening for Serafina and Astarion on their journey throughout Faerûn. Tonight, though, Serafina is surprised by a furry little visitor to their camp, who might be more than he seems.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Warnings / Tags༻ No warnings, just fluffy fun!

༺Word Count༻ 1691

༺A/N༻

The is for the lovely @icybluepenguin, thank you for the gift my dear. I treasure him and you.

Edited by @grandmother-goblin, thanks again for the work on it.

Read on AO3

A vampire spawn, when not half-starved, can have a number of incredible abilities. In their time traveling together, Astarion has grown stronger and discovered some of these abilities for himself. The problem, Serafina has observed, was that without another vampire to teach him about those abilities, they tended to be discovered by accident. 

Such as the spider-climb incident. A couple of thieves had tried to rob the inn that her and Astarion were staying in, cornering them across the room from the exit. Astarion had backed up to take a better shot at one of the bastards and had simply walked up a wall without thinking. When the fight was over, he had attempted to get back down and ended up falling in a very undignified heap on the floor. Sera’s attempt to coddle him and soothe his ego was undermined by giggles she kept choking back. The whole incident ended with him pouting until he received enough kisses and compliments to forgive her. 

There were other little surprises that came to them as well. Astarion healing faster than he could realize that he was hurt, or moving at speeds that she couldn’t track. Every new facet left him radiantly happy. Until now, his vampiric body had been nothing but a source of misery; years of torture, a whole life lost to the darkness, and not even a sense of what he looked like. But now, he was free. His body was his own, and he could take pride in the things it was capable of. 

The only downside Sera had found was the emergence of a fiercely protective streak. One that occasionally caused him to treat her like she was made of glass — including jumping in front of her when he perceived danger. Such instances usually ended with one of her eldritch blasts in his back and a discussion about her being a very capable warlock who saved the world, in case he had forgotten. 

She wouldn’t change a thing about him. Impulsive, sharp-tongued, and macabre as he could be, he was also loving, brave, and so much fun. Even if he was not particularly good at more domestic tasks, as the laundry she was hauling up from the river could attest. If it was up to him, laundry day was always tomorrow. So, she’d taken the last of the daylight while he tranced to catch up a bit. Unfortunately, it was going to have to dry by firelight, one of many small adjustments she'd made for a more nocturnal life. 

Astarion was worth all of them, though. 

Plopping the basket near the fire, she began to hang the wet items on the laundry line that was set earlier. The sky had gone full dark and it seemed a little strange that Astarion hadn’t wandered out of the tent yet. Hanging the last of the clothes, she poked her head into the tent with a little apprehension. Astarion still had the occasional nightmare or moment of panic, the horrors he had endured crawling out from the crevices of his mind to torment him and he would sometimes try to endure those alone. It wouldn’t surprise her to find him curled up in bed working through one. 

Instead, emptiness greeted her. 

“Astarion,” she called, perplexed, stepping inside the tent. 

It wasn’t like him to just wander off without telling her; even his nightly hunts were announced. Sera felt her pulse rise but told herself he’d seen her note and just went in search of a quick bite. She’d head back to the fire and give it a few minutes before worrying. As she turned to go, something caught her eye. Eldritch power crackled in her fingertips as a shape hurtled toward her from the depths of the tent. 

Just before she released a blast of magical energy, the shape became clear: a small white bat. Dismissing the spell, she stood still, flustered as the creature didn't slow. Finally, the little bat smacked into her chest, chittering loudly. 

Cautiously, her hands cupped him, wary of the small teeth in his mouth. His wild noises stopped, and he seemed to sulk in her hands. She had to be reading too much into what looked like a pout on his face. “Are you hurt, little guy? What are you doing in my tent?” 

The bat in her hands flapped his wings and squeaked before deflating again. 

“You must be hurt. Let’s see what we can do for you.” Gently, still wary he could bite down at any moment, Sera looked around for some place comfortable to place him before giving in and just lowering him onto her pillow. “I don’t suppose you’d let me look you over?” 

Settling onto the bed next to the little creature, she gently picked up a wing, which he snatched back. “Oh come on, I need to see what’s wrong with you. Too bad Halsin isn’t here.” The bat suddenly hissed, and she glanced down at him with worry. “Maybe Astarion can help me when he gets back.” A flurry of noises followed her words, and she laughed. “Oh, you like the sound of his name. It is a lovely name, isn’t it? Well, he’s lovely overall.” 

The bat wiggled excitedly, like he was trying to fly but couldn’t quite do it. 

“Poor thing. Promise not to bite me?” That time he definitely chittered in response, and Sera stared at it curiously. Could there be more to this small bat than she’d thought? Picking up the pillow, she placed him in her lap and cautiously stroked his soft fur. 

She hadn’t ever touched a bat before, but its fur was silkier than she would have thought, and it seemed to relax beneath her fingertips. “You’ll like Astarion,” she started, talking idly while she continued to pet him. “He’s a creature of the night like you.” 

He made another little noise. 

“You seem very interested in my… partner. I suppose that’s the best word for him. It doesn’t really quite do it justice, though. Hmm. Beloved. That’s a weird way to introduce someone, though.” 

Her new friend had relaxed under the motion of her fingers. 

“Can I look you over now?” she asked, lifting a wing to no resistance. Gently, she inspected both wings and his back. “I have to pick you up now, to see the rest of you.” 

With a soft squeak, he gave in. Sera carefully looked over his ears, and flipped him upside down to inspect his stomach before setting him back down. 

“I’m sorry, little guy, I can’t seem to see what’s wrong with you.” She went back to petting him. “Maybe once Astarion is back we can look for some local druids. I hope he’s alright, he doesn’t usually disappear on me. Maybe I should go look for him, in case something is wrong. I don’t know what I’d ever do without him.”

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love him. Even if he was a pain when we first met.” There was an almost indignant sounding squeak from the bat and Sera froze. “And he can be so very vain sometimes.” 

The bat exploded into noises, flapping its wings.

“Gods above, it can’t be.” She looked down and found red eyes looking back at her with a definite bit of embarrassment. “Astarion?” 

“SQUEAK.” Came the answer. 

Picking him up, she held him in front of her face staring at him. The little rascal’s tongue lapped out and licked her nose. “How did you even manage this? And how do I get you back.” 

The bat, Astarion, answered with a sad chirp and tried again to fly, this time managing to get himself airborne before crashing back down to the pillow waiting in her lap. “Love, what am I going to do with you?” 

Astarion hissed and let his little head fall onto the pillow. 

“I suppose this isn’t fun for you either at this point. What if you concentrated on it? Or didn’t concentrate? Or maybe sleep?” Each question was followed by noises that would have assuredly been not very nice words. 

“Well if you’re going to be rude — ” she set the pillow down on the bed “ — figure it out yourself. I need to make sure the laundry hasn’t been stolen by wildlife.” 

She'd barely stood when he began wildly flapping, attempting to get to her. Sighing, sure turned back, only to catch him for the second time that night, and have him excitedly lap at her hands. “Fine, I know you're sorry.” 

“We'll get this fixed, but you had better stay in here. I don't think you can get away from a predator right now.” 

Astarion hissed as she carried him back to the pillow, wings fluttering still.

“I'm sure you'll figure out the flying bit.” 

He had stilled in her hands and looked defeated. 

Sera’s heart ached for her love, trapped in a form he couldn't control. “It will be alright, I promise.” 

 Bringing him close, she gently kissed his little bat snout. 

Something in the air shifted and Sera sensed a change causing her to let go of Astarion. The small form was engulfed in shadow and a weight hit the mattress. “Hells!”

“Astarion,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and feeling his arms around waist. “Gods, you had me worried.” 

Pulling her close, he nuzzled into her stomach, chuckling softly. “So little confidence in me darling?”

“Forgive me for being scared my partner would be a bat forever, even if it would give me a lot more peace and quiet.” 

“Is that how you feel?” The only warning she had was the tightening of his arms around her waist. “You’re so cruel to me.” She yelped as Astarion pulled her down to the mattress, and snuggled against her. “Though I suppose this wasn't my finest display of power.”

Her fingers pulled through his silver curls and she kissed the top of his head. “You'll be perfect at it in no time, my love.” 

Astarion hummed happily and kissed the hollow of her throat. “At least I'll have you to pet and pamper me if I get stuck again.” 

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[0kayblue]

Need You

Need You 

You and Leon have been a little more than friends with benefits for awhile and he struggles with what he wants it to be. 

Word count: 3k (almost 4) 

Mentions of alcohol, slightly possessive Leon, over protective Leon, angst, fluff (??kinda??), happy ending, not proofread very well if it all.

A/N: HELLO!! How are you all doing? Good I hope. I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute. It took me a lot longer than what I thought it would to get back into the groove of things. With that being said, this is not that great. Kinda boring, but hey, sometimes things are boring. This is just kind of to get me in the groove of uploading and writing again. 

Part three and request are in the works. They are coming!! I just need a little practice before I start actually going at it again. 

With all my heart, I hope you are having a fantastic day!! Enjoy!! 

Time had never moved so slow as Leon anxiously bounced his leg underneath the cheap break room table. His tired eyes glanced to the clock and then back down to the untouched styrofoam cup of coffee. 

Leon hated a lot of things about his job, but at this moment debriefing was his least favorite. He detested having to explain everything that happened on missions before he officially had time to process how they happened to him. Not that he ever truly enjoyed thinking about the things he had to do in order to survive, but he liked to have an understanding on why he did this or that. Why he chose to go left instead of right. 

He had just spent nearly three days fighting his way through the deep Rocky Mountains; B.O.W’s at every turn, and he didn’t even get the information he was expected to return with. The whole thing was a waste of his damn time. He was sent to follow a lead that only set the operation two steps back and whatever up and coming supervillain, or want to be Umbrella Corporation, or extremist cult one leap forward. All while defense was wounded and information scrounged for a thread to pull to loosen the seam on the shit show they were currently trying to clean up. 

He was annoyed and beyond frustrated with everything. On top of the emotional stress he also was not in the best shape physically- it wasn’t anything major all things considered- but, broken ribs, internal bruising and external bruising causing almost his whole torso to be a  deep purple almost gray hue, and the bandaged up gashes on his limbs and slight cuts on his face only kept adding straws to the camel's back. He felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped, he felt like he could only sit here for a few seconds more before he stormed out the door and out of this damn stale sterile building that was too clean. 

He took a deep breath before adjusting himself to sit up straight in the deep blue plastic chair. As he exhaled he closed his eyes and saw the face he’s seen behind his eyelids since he landed, desperate to see it in person. To touch the soft warm flesh of someone he could never get enough of, regardless of the fact that he tried so hard not to get addicted to. Each hit of you more potent than the last, each high allowing him to forget for a little longer, each graze of his skin against yours permitting him to daydream of a life he has always ached for. Even if you didn’t long for the same things he did, he saw you with everything he had ever wanted. It was cruel and yet he continued to do it to himself. 

He had bought you a burner phone with his number and his alone. You were not to use the phone for anything other than to communicate with him. He had asked you to carry it with you at all times, lying and saying he didn’t bug it. He told you that with his line of work that it would make your meetings more secure, that it would keep you off the radar. In a lapse of poor judgment you took the phone and him up on his proposal to make him an official fuck buddy. Who could blame you? It was a scene  straight out of a movie and boosted your ego. It made you feel special that someone so important took such an interest in someone like you. Someone who lived such an exhaustingly normal life. It kept you on cloud nine for at least a week and a half after receiving it. 

It was a purely physical relationship that didn’t require any emotional attachment regardless of the deep emotions that sunk into the both of you too quickly for comfort. Each rendezvous lasted longer than the previous one. Him staying at your place for days, while you both interacted like domesticated adults. Not quite like a married couple, not as casual as friends, and nowhere near as uptight as roommates; it was such an odd relationship, but it wasn’t  uncomfortable. Oftentimes by the end of his stay he left you with more questions than answers. Your knowledge of his life was barley skin deep and you were left to piece it together from fragments he dropped you. 

He on the other hand knew everything about you. He couldn’t help himself. All your information was at his fingertips; your past, your present, and a vague idea of your future. In hindsight he should have left it alone and maybe if he did he wouldn’t be stuck in this current predicament. Maybe wouldn’t be digging in his pocket for the phone that held only one contact number, a phone number that he had memorized even though he shouldn’t have. He leaned forward in the chair as he typed only two words. 

‘Need you.’

He didn’t think about the impact they could have, he didn’t think of the weight they carried, he just sent the message. Not a part of him even considering the fact that you would think it was the truth. He needed you. Rather you are below him or watching some low brow television show that networks pumped out to dumb down the population. He just needed you within reach, he needed the comfort of your presence to ease the buzzing of the world he lived in. 

He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table. 

‘Busy.’ 

The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as his hand ran through freshly washed damp hair. 

‘With what?’ 

He asked in his reply as he sent it. His jaw tightening in annoyed agitation. What part of need did you not understand? He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the nature of the relationship. As he went to follow up his demanding question with a meeting time and place the break room door opened and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. 

“Mr.Kennedy,” A rather thin man with tired eyes and a disheveled navy blue suit sighed out, “I’m sorry, we know you are exhausted, we just have a few more questions. Can you stay for another thirty minutes? No more, no less.”  

Leon forced a polite smile as he stood, “Lead the way.” 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“Please, call me Leon.” Leon insisted as he took the door from the man and just like that he followed the man down the hall and into an elevator; leaving behind a hot cup of coffee to grow cold on a cheap linoleum covered piece of wood where it would eventually be washed down the drain by night janitorial staff. 

It had been an hour since Leon set foot in that room and not much of anything had come out of his answers. He was out of the building now and almost free as his hand found the handle of his car door, but a buzz in his pants pocket caused him to let go of it immediately. As he unlocked the phone he noticed he was left with a voice memo and not a message, which he found odd but not alarming. He couldn’t help but to smile, ready to hear your voice. He pressed play and heard the hustling of feet and an unrecognizable song in the background. 

“She said she was busy, Le-on. Take a hint.” 

A low masculine voice came out of the speaker as he gripped the phone. He pulled it away from his ear with a snarl as he looked at the phone screen. It took every fiber of his being to not shatter the phone right there; it took every remaining ounce of sanity that he had to not let this red hot anger consume him. This little voice in his head pleaded for him to think rationally. 

He opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him as he got in, it was a miracle the car door window didn’t break from the force. He was quick to pull up your location and an airy laugh left him as he knew the location too well. A dive bar on the outskirts of the city, the same exact bar he had found you in. It was tragically comical. 

He didn’t bother with a seat belt as he backed out of his parking spot and hit the gas and drove off after you. The speed limit was a mere suggestion as city lights passed him just as quickly as they appeared. He was livid as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was angry. He was angry that you had the audacity to be out with someone at the bar that he met you at. He was furious that you were busy with some asshole who had the nerve to address him by his first name. He was livid that he didn’t just leave work and go to you as soon as he landed. He was heartbroken because even though he was lost in this haze of consuming rage he had no right to feel this way. You weren’t his, but he was yours. 

As Leon quickly pulled into the parking lot he parked his car with no regard to the faded white lines that were supposed to indicate parking spots. He left the car running as he slammed the car door shut, making a bigger scene than the screeching sound his tires made against the asphalt when he parked. He could feel the eyes of smokers burning a hole in his frame as he took quick strides to the front doors of the bar. 

“Nice ride-.” A voice started but was cut off by the beep of Leon locking the car. Normally Leon would nod politely, but he didn’t bother to spare a glance to whoever made the comment. His brows furrowed and a glare that could kill adorning his face as he stepped into the warm bar. 

“Hey!” Zack yelled, the bartender was shouting as Leon watched him scurry from behind the bar and over to a crowded table. Men and some women of varying ages were crowded around the table cheering. “Give that back! How did you even-?” Zack tried to reason as some guy held him back from the table. Leon proceeded with some caution as he approached Zack. 

“Let it go, buddy. He’ll give it right back and pay for the shots as soon as he’s done.” A stranger said as he tried to keep Zack back. “He’ll even pay extra if this chick handles her liquor the way she says she can.”

That got Leon’s attention faster as he pushed his way closer to the front of the table. His eyes locked on your frame laying on the tabletop with your head leaning off the end as another guy poured vodka down your throat. 

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” The man screamed before putting the bottle to his mouth and taking a shot straight from the bottle.

Your laugh rang through the bar as you began to try and sit up, but the man was quicker than you were as he bent down to meet you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place. His lips graze yours as he spit his shot into your mouth. Your throat burning as you tried to push him off of you. For a second you thought your weak  effort was successful as his lips left yours, but when you gained some composure you heard the shattering of glass and saw people back away quickly from the table. 

“Get the fuck off of her!” A voice yelled, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. You sat up as your eyes found Leon’s frame. His shoulders tense as they fell up and down with his labored breathing. His fist clenched and jaw tightened as he threatened in a deep low growl, “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking spine.” He was in no condition to fight, he was barely standing. He was utterly exhausted and his limbs ached, but the angry adrenaline that coursed through his veins kept him upright.

“Leon.” You dryly got out as you sat up on the table. You repeated his name but he didn’t even glance in your direction. 

“Leon? Jesus Christ. Look, she already-.” The man spoke and Leon recognized the voice immediately from the voice message. Leon’s eyes darkened with rage as he looked at this pathetic excuse of a man. 

Busy. 

“Where is her phone?” Leon asked as he roughly grabbed the man by his shirt collar, “Where is her damn phone?” 

“Here, here! Take it!” The man shook as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. Leon snatched it from his hand before pushing the man roughly to the ground. Leon towered over him as the man shook, Leon’s unbridled rage causing the bar to grow freezing cold. 

“Stay away from her.” Leon turned from the man and his gaze softened only slightly as it landed on you. Your eyes locked with his for only a moment before he avoided your gaze and approached you. His hand found your arm as he helped you off of the table. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. All eyes were on the both of you as you walked out of the bar. 

“I can take it from here.” You said agitated as you tried to push yourself away from Leon. 

“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.” Leon said as he unlocked his car. That aggression he felt still resting on the tip of his tongue. He opens the passenger door and with a deep sigh you get in his car. After he just opened the door you took a deep breath before running your hand through your hair. A bottomless pit settled in your stomach before you sat back against the seat. 

“Seatbelt.” You heard him say as he got in the car, pulling you out of your thoughts. You compiled as he started to drive out of the parking lot and turned right out of the parking lot. 

You raise an eyebrow before looking at him and confusingly confront him, “You were supposed to turn left.” 

“I said I’m taking you home. I know where I’m going.” Leon glared ahead and for once wished you wouldn’t say a damn word. He was heated. 

“How did you know where I was?” 

“Can you not ask questions right now?” 

“No, because you’re freaking me out. First, you know where to find me and second, you hook a right when you know my place is left. Where are we going?” You stated in a matter of fact tone as you crossed your arms. You could tell he was angry, but you didn’t care because you were angry too. You never disclosed your location to him, he nearly started a fight, and he continued to treat you like you were something more to him regardless of the fact that he made it clear that you would never be anything more. 

“My place. It’s closer and I’m too tired to drive further than what I have too.” He admitted as he sent you a quick glance. 

“Your place?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re telling me that your place is closer and we’ve spent all this time at mine?” 

“Yeah.” Leon sighed with irritation. 

“How is that fair? How is it fair that you know all this shit about me, but I know nothing about you?” You asked flat out and annoyed. Normally after going an extended time without seeing Leon you didn’t ask any questions, you just tended to him until he was ready to talk. He loved that about you, you never pushed him. Leon grunted knowing that it was the alcohol and a mix of unconfronted emotions made you bold. 

“We talked about this-.”

“Yeah, we did, but you tracking my location wasn’t in that conversation.” Leon took his eyes off the road as the car came to a stop at a stoplight and he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but you cut him off. “Cut the shit, I know it’s a bugged phone. I had it looked at and your sudden appearance tonight only proved it.” 

“It’s only bugged for your protection.” Leon got out through gritted teeth. 

“My protection? What the fuck are you even talking about? If anything it’s so you can keep your whores straight and away from your wife.” You spit at him with venom. You knew Leon wasn’t the type of guy to run around town like that, he was a one woman type of guy. You were just angry and confused at why you would be enough to protect but not enough to be his. 

Leon’s face turned up in pained disgust and he went to say something, but the blaring of a car horn called his attention back to the road and a green light. You huffed as you turned away from him and he continued to drive onward to his place. 

The rest of the car ride was silent, giving you time to feel bad about what you said and how you said it. Your face falling and your anger simmering out as your eyes felt heavy with the weight of fresh tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry though as you sniffed and he pulled into his driveway.

A two story house that was too big for just him, but old enough for you to believe that it was a house that was left to him in some family members' will. Or he could’ve bought it himself easily with the way you’ve seen him treat money; like it was something that grew on trees. He was a complete and utter mystery to you and it drove you insane that you could still fall for someone who you knew so little about. At this point you were more mad at yourself than you were at him. You knew of his interests and hobbies, his likes and dislikes, you saw his heart; but you didn’t have a clue about his day to day life. It was like he existed only to you and no one else. No criminal record, no traceable family; he seemed to have nothing. All you had were snippets of an article about Raccoon City that left you with more questions than answers. 

“Don’t worry, the wife’s not home.” Leon muttered through gritted teeth and you winced as he got out of the car. You went and got out of the car alongside him as you followed closely behind him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He opened the front door and you followed him in, shutting and locking it behind you. Your body now shaking as his focus remained straight ahead. He was so cold and you knew you deserved it. “I know that’s not you. I just…” you hesitated as you could feel your throat beginning to clog, knowing that your voice was going to waver and your next words were going to come out broken if you didn’t get a grip. 

“I’ve got a guest room, but I haven’t found time to clean it out so there is a bunch of junk and shit in there. You can take my bed and I’ll take the guest room.” Your heart broke, thinking he didn’t even want to be near you and you couldn’t blame him.

“I think we should call this off.” Your voice still broke as you said it and Leon quickly turned to you. His gaze softened immediately as soon as he saw your big glassy doe eyes. He stood frozen as his heart shattered. He was losing you and it wasn’t to some unforeseen force, he did this. His refusal to let you in completely had pushed you away. 

Leon was a fighter, it was his job. He stood up for what was right, he fought for people who couldn’t fight for themselves, he fought so people who weren’t fighters never had too. But did he ever fight for his own selfish desires? At the end of the day was he willing to fight for the first good thing he’s had in his life for a while? At the bar he was ready. He was ready to push his exhaustion aside and fight the object that stood between him and you; but now? Fighting you, the person he desired the most. 

“Look, it’s not anything personal…I just…this isn’t working for me.” You nervously blabbered out, the silence killing you. You took a deep breath as your hands found your hips, “I mean the Pretty Women aspect of it was fun, I had fun. I don’t know, I guess, I mean…” you stumbled over your own words. 

“Alright.” He said and you looked away from him as your arms wrapped around yourself trying to comfort yourself. The floodgates of your tears threatening to spill as your eyes darted around the room. 

“Okay. Good. I’ll sleep on the couch and grab a cab and be gone before the sun comes up.” You voice low as you head to the couch but Leon catches you by your elbow. The sudden connection of your bare skin against the palm of his hand sends a chill up his spine.

“I want to start again. I want to make it right.” He said as he slowly looked at you, his own eyes glassy. You study his face now and how exhausted he looked. “I’ll tell you everything. Let me start over. Let me make it right.” Your brows knitted together as you relaxed slightly and your other hand cupped his cheek. Tears fell from your eyes as you stifled a pained groan. “Please.” He begged and how could you say no?

Your lips found him in a hesitant kiss that he returned with desperation. The moment your lips sparked against his he was ready to fight again. His hand trailed down your arm and before it found your waist. He pulled you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. Sweet desperate kisses turned into feverishly hungry ones.

“Need you.” He admitted softly against your lips; hoping that you understood. Hoping that the feeling was returned. Hoping that right now that he said enough, that those two words meant enough. As you melted against him he knew that you understood. 

For the first time in a long time Leon was ready to give his all to something besides work. 

#resident evil leon #hayley writes a bit #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #writing romance #writing angst #writing #romance #fluff?? #i don’t even know #he’s just my baby

[xo-urban]

After reading the medic reader fic, I got this idea and just had to ask : can I request Ghost x male reader, who got kidnapped during a mission.

They were together on a patrol, everything was fine until all of the sudden a few enemy soldiers appeared, Ghost and reader were able to take them down until one of them pressed a knife against reader throat, telling Ghost to back off. He didn't want them to hurt his friend, so he just watched as they dragged reader away.

Immediately after getting back to the rest they organized a rescue mission, but the area where Reader could be held was really big and it took them a few days to finally narrow it down to a small, abandoned building.

Just imagine Ghost, covered in blood of their enemies, sitting on the ground with readers unconscious and beaten body, sobbing out that he loved him and that he was sorry for not being able to protect him, that he let them take him away and hurt him, torture him.

I NEED ANGST.

With a good ending ofc, slay bestie 😌💅

Loved this yet hated this emotionally. ANWYAYS ENJOY!

Can’t Afford Losing You

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

Summary: You get captured and Ghost doesn’t take it well, doing everything it takes to get you back.

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Angst, He’s crying, mentions of death.

Word count: 1734

The rain pounded down on the land. You shivered at the cold, gritting your teeth as you adjusted the hold on your rifle. Ghost was by your side, almost unphased by the weather. “You’re telling me you aren’t cold!?” You shuddered as you kept on walking. Why the hell did Price decide this was a great day to check the outskirts of the base for any enemies. “You’re just a little.. Overly reactive..” Ghost chuckled lowly, “I’m wet- freezing- cold! I better have some time to warm up when I’m back inside.” You growled.

Ghost was about to speak but heavy footsteps began to approach. “People are here..” You spoke quietly, trying to make out humanoid shapes through the heavy rain, Ghost nodded, lifting his gun. There was a thumping of footsteps all around the two of you.

You clicked your tongue, watching the men come into view, you had no hesitation firing, shedding the first blood as bodies dropped dead in front of you. Ghost had your back, firing at anyone who dared to reveal themselves out of bravery.

You were pulled forward by your wrist, a loud crack followed by your own yell. Your gun fell to the ground as you were pulled into a headlock, knife pressed against your throat. “Stand down!” Your opposer held the blade into your neck slightly, drawing a few drops of blood.

Ghost’s eyes widened, it all happened so fast, your wrist was broken and a knife was pressed to your throat. You groaned in pain, not daring to move. Ghost cursed loudly, taking a step towards you with his gun raised defensively.

“Put the gun down and your friend here may make it out alive.” The man holding you hostage spoke, you knew damn well he was smirking proudly. Ghost dropped his gun, eyes on you the whole time, “Let him go..” Ghost spoke, aware of the guns aimed at both of you. He didn’t wanna risk getting you shot, you were a valuable part of the team they couldn’t afford to lose.

“You’re a fool.”

A man came up behind Ghost, hitting him hard in the side of the head with the butt of his gun. “GHOST!” You yelled but soon enough you too were knocked out. The darkness clouding your vision as you went limp.

“We take this man, the other won’t give us anything so don’t bother, he’s lip sealed, this one though.. we have some hope.”

You were dragged away from the mess of dead bodies, you couldn’t fight, yet the fight seemed unfair, you were outnumbered from the start. Ghost laid still in the wreckage, rain still pondering down. They didn’t bother with him, assuming nature would take Ghost herself, while you were loaded up into the backseat of an armored car, the men didn’t bother strapping you in, only shifting you to tie your hands behind your back to prevent you from lashing out on them. And with what they would call a mission success, they drove off to god knows where, taking what they needed while leaving the nasty bloodbath all behind.

—--

Ghost groaned when he awoke, lifting himself off the ground. “Fucking-” He cursed, standing up, he rubbed his throbbing head in anger. “I need to get back.” Ghost groaned, quickly picking up your rifle and his own before heading back to base in a haste, he needed to get you back. He couldn’t lose you too.

Ghost swung the door open, being greeted with Soap who had a confused expression on, “You’re back early? Where is-” “Gather everyone for a rescue mission now, we don’t have time to waste, we’ve got to get him back, I need him back!” Ghost cut him off, clearly upset that you were taken from him and he didn’t do anything to prevent it. Ghost rubbed his face in anger, letting out a yell of frustration. “We’ll get him back mate, we need to work quickly” Soap patted him on the shoulder, “See you in the meeting room L.T” Soap nodded before quickly running out to gather the men.

—--

The team organized your rescue mission, working non-stop for the past twenty-four hours. Especially Ghost, who worked extra hard to get you back, listing multiple places where you could be held at. Eventually Soap and Gaz forced him to take a break, despite the protest Ghost had, They managed to get the masked man to get some sleep.

Ghost awoke to whispers around the table, groaning as Price patted him on the back, “Just in time Ghost. We pinpointed a place.” Price spoke, voice strong but you could tell he was breaking slowly at the seams, “A small warehouse a little south of here.. We need to take precautions. By sending out someone to take a look, we found that the place is heavily guarded, it’ll be the place we expect our man to be at.” Price pointed to a small circle on the map before looking at Ghost whose eyes spoke of the hellfire that sooned to rain.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

—--

You weren’t doing too great on your end. You were beaten, tortured and interrogated. Here you were, gashes and scratches bleeding freely without anything to stop the flow, wrists bound with new zipties after you tore out of you original ones and beat the shit out of your captors. Your knuckles were split and bloody and your face was beaten beyond recognition. You leaned back against the wall, heaving, trying to get some air in your lungs. Everything was numbing or throbbing, you couldn’t tell. “I’m gonna ask one more time.. What are your operations?” A man kneeled down to meet your eyes. “You.. will never fucking get it out of me you pathetic dog!” You spat at his feet, leaning back with a cocky grin.

That’s when the gunfire started, right when you were about to give into blood loss.

—---

Ghost launched himself out of the car in haste, ignoring his team’s calls to get him to wait. He couldn’t wait any longer, not when he knew you were at stake. He fired at anyone he saw as an enemy, the bullet piercing them before they could even lift their guns. If the others won’t come with him then he’ll walk with hell by his side, his only mission was to get you out alive.

Soon the team began to provide back up once Ghost rammed into the door, knocking it down with such force it fell off its hinges. “Split up! Soap with me!” Ghost commanded before walking into the building, not bothering to wait for any other arguments.

—---

You groaned, fighting to stay awake, you heard the gunshots, you heard your team, you heard Ghost. You just needed to stay awake, it was the best you could do in your bounded, weakened state. As soon as a bright light hit your eyes, you let out a sigh of relief, smiling, “You bastards.. What took you so long?” You laughed dryly as you were cut free of your handcuffs, you rubbed your very sore wrists, hissing at the pain in your broken one.

Ghost pulled you into a tight hug, his frame shaking, “I’m sorry I took too long” He cried, but your exhaustion got the best of you, passing out in Ghost’s arms before he was able to say anything else.

Ghost felt how you went limp in his arms, he practically yelled as he held you close to him, shaking you in hopes you just fell asleep, “No- no, no, no, no!” He sobbed, his voice broken as he kept on shaking you. “Stay with me please! I-I,,” Ghost sobbed into your bloodied uniform, “Please! I loved you..! Please stay with me, I can’t lose you, I can’t do this again! Fuck- Please!” He begged through his tears, his mask wet as hiccups, sobs, pleas and cries, left Ghost till his throat was sore.

Soap finally entered the room to his horror of finding you in Ghost’s arms unmoving. “We’ve got to get out of here!” Soap rushed over, trying to get Ghost up and away from your body, but he didn’t let go, as if he were to, you would cease to exist. It took a few moments to pry Ghost off of you so you could be safely transported back to the hospital. Ghost cried the entire time, staring at your unconscious body, he’d never know if you loved him back, or if you even heard his confession. His voice was hoarse so he didn't bother arguing or protesting at all.

He was lost without you.

—---

You pried your eyes open, groaning at how stiff and painful your body was. “Holy fuck..” You cursed, moving to sit up but a warm hand stopped you, carefully laying you back down. “Steady now.” Ghost spoke, eyes soft and tear stained. He wore a simple black shirt and some cargo pants, of course his signature mask still on. “Thought you died..” Ghost murmured sadly before settling down in a chair next to you. He held your hand in his own with the gentlest touch ever, as if you were the most fragile thing on earth. “Takes more than a little beating to kill me, yeah?” You snickered, Ghost’s eyes shut, his voice wavering as he spoke.

“Your heart stopped when we got you here.. You almost died..” Ghost cried softly, “I didn-” “I love you alright! I can’t lose you too, not again, I can’t-” Ghost broke down when he sighed. You needn’t say a thing, instead you pulled him into your arms, holding him close. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He repeated over and over again as he clung onto you before pulling up his mask and taking you into a passionate kiss.

You were taken back but welcomed it with open arms, leaning into the short kiss.

“I love you too.. Simon.”

Ghost’s heart was full, complete and content, he needed you this entire time yet was too scared to tell.

You smiled as you pulled him into another comforting kiss, the tension in the room easing drastically.

….

“ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Soap yelled from outside, earning a few laughs from you and Ghost.

“I agree with that..” Ghost smile, pecking your lips once more.

“So do I get to see the pretty face?”

“... Maybe later love..”

#fanfic #fanfiction #ghost x male reader #male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost x reader #modern warefare 2 #simon ghost riley angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #men crying #i don’t even have words

[railleriee]

Reader cockwarming dazai during a meeting and Kunikida notices during the end aka he caught them plss and thank you (you don't have to do this btw)

This took me so long to write omg. I wanted to try a different writing style with this one, lmk if you like it or i should stick to the usual layout!

Reader doesn't use pronouns, although they do wear a skirt!

Character: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: cockwarming, teasing, public-sex, getting caught, etc.

The idea was incredibly stupid. The thought crossed over your mind hundreds of times within the hour. As much as you tried to push the idea to the back of your mind, his voice was on constant replay. 

“I’d be fun, belladonna. Why don’t we give it a try?” 

The comment came so suddenly, just like the blush that creeped upon your cheeks. You knew Osamu was one to try different things to spice up your sex-life. Although, you also knew what a big tease the man was. You were skeptical at first, a slight gasp escaping your lips when the question was brought up out of the blue. The smirk on Dazai’s face didn’t help with your reaction. 

A place such as the agency office was no place to bring your sex-life into. Not only surrounded by the agency members, but also the office workers who wandered the building in search of new work. I’d be foolish to accept such an outrageous request, knowing full well the two of you would get caught. 

The warmth within your legs was telling you otherwise. The meeting started in approximately 5 minutes, and the request came an hour ago. As much as you want to deny Dazai the satisfaction of getting you riled up, the pit in your stomach was a sign you might not be able to make it until your shift was over. 

“Don’t you dare try anything funny.” 

Another smirk falls on his lips, as you bring him in by the collar of his shirt. Pulling away shortly after, making his way towards the meeting room, he opens the door holding his hand out as a sign to enter. 

Taking the seat farthest away from most, less likely to be seen. Dazai quickly takes a seat at one of the heads of the table, patting his lap for you to join him. The agency members start to filter in one-by-one, they take their seats. Nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. 

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your own chair, y/n?” 

Glancing up at the sweets enhanced boy to the side of the table, a questioning look on his face with a lollipop stick hanging out the side of his mouth. Not able to form words at the anticipation of dazai’s fingers running along the hem of your skirt. You leave Ranpo with a smile and a slight shake of your head sending him a quick “nope” indicating you will be fine. 

The meeting quickly commences, Fukuzawa talks as Dazai traces shapes across your thighs. Any information shared by the group goes from one ear out the other. From below you, Dazai makes sure you are fine with the events that are soon to occur. With a quick nod of your head, and continued teasing from Dazai, he slips his cock out, pushed flush up against his chest as he pulls you closer to him, trying to conceal any sign of something as sinister as this is happening. 

Shortly after, Dazai manages to slip it in with ease. A slight gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to his size, earning a glance from kunikida who’s sitting slightly to the side of the two of you. The meeting continues as normal. Dazai occasionally adjusts his hips from side-to-side. You’re starting to think he wants you to get caught. 

Whines kept in by a bite of your thumb, trying to tease Dazai back but failing miserably, only making it worse for yourself. He’s so deep inside, although he isn’t moving, the urge to come undone on spot is high. The pressure of him inside of you and the thought of being caught is almost too much. Many confused glances from kunikida are covered up by slight smiles. 

Dazai continues the conversation as if he isn’t inches deep inside you. Easily able to answer questions and contribute ideas towards the upcoming mission. Although when questions are shot your way, coughed answers and slight scrunched faces are all you can make out as Dazai bucks up into you.

An hour later the meeting came to a close. The members who once were crowded in the small room all quickly filter out. Leaving the two of you alone.  Dazai kisses your forehead, words of praise slipping from his mouth. Repeating how good you feel around him, along with how proud he was of you. Forehead to forehead you finish the job, out of breath and sweaty as you remove yourself from him. 

Straightening out your now wrinkled shirt, running fingers through your hair to tame the mess created. You help your lover straighten out his tie and flatten his trench coat. A quick kiss to the lips before leaving to return to your desks. Feeling accomplished at your ability to not get caught. 

Kunikida emerges from Fukuzawa’s office. Mountains of paper in his arms, covering his face as he walks. Dropping them all on your connected desks. He glances at the two of you before rolling his eyes. Dazai lets out a loud whine, beginning to argue with the blonde in front of him about the amount of paperwork. He begins to walk away, rolling his eyes at his annoying colleague before stopping and turning back your way. 

“Next time you decide to have intercourse, please do it somewhere that isn’t the agency.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader

[readychilledwine]

Hi, I would like to begin by saying that your writing is amazing and I love your works. I would like to make a request. Reader and Eris are friends that secretly crush on each other. The night before Eris' birthday, reader takes him to a fancy restaurant and surprises him with a birthday celebration there. Reader brings Eris to her home and gifts him but he tells her she's his favourite gift and the Reader is shook aghhhhhhhh then you can continue it however you want with fluff or 🔥.

I had a short piece similar to this in my WIPS. With some love, time, and adjustments, I kind of made a middle ground between the two!

Always Been Yours

Summary - After Beron decides to trap you in the Forest House, you are still determined to make Eris's birthday special.

Warning - implied smut towards the end, mentions of Beron controlling reader a little

The moment Eris laid eyes on you at his 5th birthday celebration, he began to believe in love.

At that tender age, he had never seen a female who had the grace and kindness to rival his mother, nor whose laugh made his stomach feel like he was about to throw up at any second. Plus, you were pretty. You were Lady Autumn pretty. And young Eris knew he could make you Lady Autumn.

The feeling was mutual. You found the young lordling charming, funny, and kind of cute for someone who definitely had coodies. The two of you spent the night dancing, consuming too much sugar, and running from the grownups together.

That childhood infatuation turned to teen tensions quickly when you both grew and aged together. Countless stolen moments and glances had the heir absolutely hooked. You were shy, while he was bold, and you hid that crush from him so well. Oftentimes causing the heir to wonder if he was alone in how he felt.

But none of that truly mattered, you were his first love, his only love, and Eris, in an irrational and dangerous decision, made the choice to show you that when you two first become adults. He tracked you down one night after a hard fight with his father, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand, and took you to his chambers. You haven't left them since almost 200 years later.

Marriage to Eris was not easy. Beron was constantly a wedge between you two, causing small fights, pushing buttons you hadn't even known you had until becoming his daughter in law, using you to push buttons Eris prayed wouldn't cause him to try to execute his father before he was truly prepared and ready.

In those chambers, though, your marriage and making chambers, there was no Beron, to war, no duties, no obligations. There was only love, burning passion, and emotional understanding. There was only the two of you.

You stood checking your dress in the mirror one more time. The red velvet clung to every curve, the open neckline would give him a peek of two of his favorite parts of your body, and it hugged your waist so tightly you looked like the hourglass he kept on his office table.  You had curled your long hair, allowing it to fall freely down your exposed back, and accessorized it with the golden leaf shaped hair pins Eris had given you for your 16th birthday.  You looked stunning, you felt stunning. 

You moved to the table for two you had asked the staff to bring in, setting it to perfection as you added the food to the center and opened his favorite bottle of red to allow the wine to aerate. You had the kitchen prepare his favorite. Rabbit stew, fresh baked rolls, apple pecan side salad, and pumpkin pie. 

All of this for his birthday. His 505th birthday, you smiled to yourself. All of this to not only celebrate him, but to celebrate the now 500 years you two have known each other.

You had planned more hoping to take him out to a restaurant in the Night Court and spend a weekend away in the cabin you two shared, but after the run in with Koschei and the mortal queen, Eris wanted to keep you here. Beron may have been a vain male, but he was not stupid. He would not allow harm to come your way in his home for fear it would make him look weak. You adjusted the many presents from yourself and your friends on the separate table, smiling as you stepped back. 

Everything was perfect. Just absolutely perfect.

You lit the candles, setting the ambience in the room, and lowered the fae lights before staring at the clock out of nerves. Right on time, the door handle twisted. "My love, you will not believe who.." Eris trailed off, eyes locking on you before studying the room. "What is this?"

"Happy birthday."

"Y/n, dearest you did not have to do all of this." Eris set the reports down. Looking around the room. He paused, his nose sniffing the air. "You spoil me."

You walked to him, placing your hands on his warm chest. He brought his own warm hands to yours before leaning down to kiss you. "I had the kitchen make your favorites." Eris chuckled as he gave you another gentle kiss. "And there's presents."

He held your hand, pulling you to the table. "Sit," you commanded gently. You took the empty wine glass in front of him, pouring the aged Autumn Court Pinot Noir into the glass and setting it down for him before moving to serve him. 

You had not served Eris a meal since your mating ceremony many years ago. His father typically ensured you two ate with the rest of the family, thus allowing the High Lord control of your food intake. 

Eris was watching you, his eyes beginning to burn into your dress, wondering if you were hiding something pretty for him to bite and rip off underneath. 

Your love language, he quickly learned was gifts and acts of service. His was physical touch and time.

And Gods was he taking his time undressing you with his eyes. You felt your face flushing as you finished setting the food in front of him before serving yourself. "You look delectable, y/n."

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling that flush deepening under his gaze. "Thank you, husband." He smirked. 

Years. Years has passed and he still gave you butterflies. He still made your hands shake and nervous. Years had passed and you still had a crush on your husband.

You two ate with your fingers laced together over the table, small twinned smiles on your faces as you spoke about his day and recent Court gossip. 

He helped you clear the table, summoning servants to take everything but the wine and the pie as you began to move him to the couch in front of where all the presents sat. "Those aren't the gifts I'd like to unwrap right now, dearest," hands found your hips, squeezing them softly. Eris leaned in, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck. 

You sunk into him, sighing as you exposed more of your neck. "But Er, there's so many good ones this year."

He grabbed your chin gently, turning your face and leaning to ensure you two were making eye contact. "My favorite gift has always and will always be you, y/n." He pulled you into him, turning you in his arms as he placed a heated kiss on your lips. "You would not deprived the birthday boy of the gift in the prettiest wrapping, would you, darling?"

You shook your head, "Never."

"Let me show you how much I love you," he kissed your wrist, "how I adore you," a a kiss on your collarbone, "and much I love this pretty little dress." 

The butterflies set in. The butterflies he had given you since you were little. The butterflies stayed as you two kept the romance, crushes, and desire burning so brightly it could have lit every hearth and warmed every home in the realm. 

Eris walked you backwards across the room, kissing you as his hands unlaced the dress, and lifting you as he felt it start to fall. 

"So beautiful. Now, spread your legs like a good girl and give me my favorite birthday treat."

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