#i should specify it DID cover his body first but like- on his face

[kana-de]

hurt/comfort with wanderer where his lover used to be a harbinger alongside him but came with him and was the only one who didn’t forget him when he became wanderer. she, however was very close with childe and columbina, and often misses them. she has bad days where she goes into depressive states from being away from them, and wanderer is there for her.

★ summary: wanderer x ex-harbinger!gn!reader. he comforts you after you've had another dream about your past days as harbinger.

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. hurt/comfort. cuddling. wanderer is bad at comforting (kinda). wanderer is called 'kuni'. reader's gender not specifies despite that the req has 'she/her' pronouns. mention of arlecchino x columbina (i couldn't help myself (not when i like the fatui and harbingers sm)). reader's rank at the harbingers not mentioned. 897 words.

☾ a/n: okay so. um. let me start with an apology first okay. dear anon who sent me this im extremely like EXTREMELY sorry bc this request had been sent to me ON AUGUST 7 and im like. IM SO SORRY TRULY༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ also this is inspired by wanderer's teapot lines so hehe. anyways wanderer fluff yay (i wrote this while listening to onibi series).

despite being in another room, writing some very important and very useful essay about research on inazuma's economy after the repeal of the sakoku decree, wanderer hears clear sounds of crying and sobbing.

your crying and sobbing.

and since it's already past 3am, and you should be fast asleep, he immediately senses that something is clearly wrong. sighing at the papers on the desk in front of him, he stands up, exiting the room.

he enters the bedroom only to find you curled up under the blanket on the bed, incoherently sobbing and babbling about something with a weak voice, trembling under the sheets, with occasional gasps for air and more muffled, but still loud sniffles.

wanderer frowns empathetically at the sight.

he knows what caused this state - another dream or even a nightmare of yours about your past harbinger days, about the happy days at both your and his duty, about other harbingers... he knows all of it, since he's witnessed all of this with you by his side, being equals with you still.

"[name]." he calls out, sitting down on the edge of the bed right next to your curled form.

as he gets a response of a sob echoing through the room, wanderer sighs softly again.

and you can't bring yourself to answer. not when the memories flood your mind like a waterfall - there's a waterfall of tears on your cheeks, too.

"[name], get out of there." he asks you again, hand placed on the blanket on your shoulder, providing you with as much reassurance as he can give you at the moment.

he bites back a frown as you reveal your tear soaked face, letting the blanket move to the side as you move to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling in the dark. wanderer clearly doesn't like what he's seeing.

remembering that he can, at least, comfort you in some way, he gets under the covering without any further words, draping a hand over your waist to bring your sobbing body closer and closer to him until your face is nestled flush against his chest. his other hand keeps you near by having his fingers softly going through locks of your hair on the back of your head.

you cling onto him like he's your life vest, your savior and an angel that's here purely to rescue you and help you out of your misery. wanderer almost chokes out a "hey!" as you get impossibly close, hands around him to basically melt into him - it even feels there's no air between the two of you. not like he minds it, of course.

he hears you muffling another small cry into his chest, before you exhale shakily through your mouth, sniffling quietly.

"did you dream of them again?"

"...yes."

"who was it this time?"

"columbina and- and childe." you reply, interrupted by a small hiccup as you speak. he could laugh at that but he can't bring himself to do it now, looking at your current state. he knows it's tough for you - it's always been since you both parted ways with the fatui.

"i- i miss them, kuni." you whisper shakily, and your voice sounds so weak as if you're going to break into tears again - and that's precisely what you do, clinging onto him, unsteady hands grabbing onto his clothing.

wanderer sighs deeply. "i know." he knows, he knows, he does. how couldn't he when almost every evening you start babbling about those petty banquets hosted by the harbingers to let out all the stress from the past month, literally about everything you - and he - could remember.

"do you- do you remember that banquet?" you ask quietly, sniffling a few more times, before wanderer goes silent for a moment to think.

oh.

"oh, that banquet?" he confirms thoughtfully, hearing a small, quiet chuckle from you.

"yes, that one."

"that one where signora purposefully got childe so drunk that he started flirting with columbina and almost got beaten up by arlecchino?" he laughs too after you do, realizing you're slowly but surely getting better now. "how could i forget that one?"

"oh, kuni, i know you could never.." you smile up at him, eyelashes glistening with small tears on them.

"yeah, she beat his ass just as the bastard deserved." wanderer says, his thumb coming to wipe the trails of tears on your reddened cheeks. "i almost admire her for that."

"almost?"

"almost."

that is when he earns a loud, long laughing season from you, back to seeing you smiling from ear to ear and crying now because of how hard you're laughing.

if the puppet had a heart it would be shattered into pieces by now, after witnessing all your reactions and emotions. wanderer unintentionally, subconsciously, starts laughing with you.

"sometimes i think you hate everyone in this world." you speak up after you've both calmed down a tad bit.

"why only think? i do hate everyone." he retorts with a raised eyebrow. "everyone except for you." he adds quietly, nuzzling comfortably into the crown of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair.

"what was that, kuni?" you try to look up, but his hand keeps you at place. ah, there i is - your favorite flustered wanderer is back, just as you like it.

"nothing, go to sleep." he mutters, tugging you into the blanket silently.

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[undercoverpena]

but he does have you

joel miller x f!reader

summary: because he hasn’t got a lot of anything, but he does have you.

warnings: reader gets hurt off-screen, so tending to wounds. protective!joel. no reader age specified, joel is canon age. brief mention of alcohol. slight mention of smut. idiots who are together but don't admit it. jo-angst

an: i wrote half of this when i was tipsy. i don't even know how. i did it. a huge thank you to @guyfieriii for her eyes, her smile and the title.

wordcount: 1.5k

He wakes to throbbing, churning and a dry throat.

Eyes squinting, the sunlight peering in, casting too much goodness over a sorrowful sight, even if the shadowy flecks try to leave paths to greatness.

All it does is highlight it all over again. That it is still there. A reminder, memories recalling yesterday, eyes tracing the scored marks across your face, all illuminated by warm, golden rays.

It’s all in vain, because even a sunny morning couldn’t make it better.

It couldn't rid the tightness in his chest. Couldn't fix what had already been done. Joel had tried to do it all himself last night.

"You should see how I left them."

As soon as he'd had a chance to really see you, see what had happened, he’d done what he used to do with Tess. By that, he cracked open a bottle, placed little pills in your palm, and cleaned out the brick dust from your cuts and scrapes.

But you weren’t anything like Tess.

Where she was like fire, you were more fury. His silence worsening your mood, spoiling the air.

Instead of saying a biting comment, you pushed his hand away. Staring, burning holes, until your fingers yanked him by the denim of his shirt, crashing his lips to yours.

He remembers how warm they were, cracked, but still as pleasant as always. Craving each second more than the last until he lost himself completely—just like the first time the two of you stepped over the line together. His feet sliding, willingly, off the metaphorical ground and straight into you.

Because before, he used to put up more of a fight. Keep his distance, be aloof in the hope you’d turn your attention to another. You didn’t, and thank fucking shit you didn’t, because ever since, when the two of you are alone, he’s been freefalling—without worry or care.

It's why he let his fingers lose themselves on the back of your neck, keeping you close, tasting whimper after moan—preferring the taste of Miller to the swears that fall as he walks you to the bed.

The one on blocks of concrete, covered in messy sheets that likely still smell of the two of you from a few nights ago. The one he shares with you, even if only for a night or two a week.

It had been different a few nights ago, than it is now.

A different kind of need, seeking a different resolution or proof of being alive. Your body vibrates with it, the adrenaline of keeping your head above water, knuckles cracked with your determination and your body bruised with your unwillingness to bow to anyone.

He suspects that’s why his back throbs, aches—thrumming and thrumming as it twinges, unable and unwilling to slide his arm from under or over you.

Because this isn’t something the two of you do.

It’s not something he does.

But he likes it, having you close. Little to no space between you, your neck warm on his arm.

He shouldn't get to experience mornings like this, so he clutches it closer. He ignores the fact he's stained and marred with what he's had to do to live and focuses instead on the softness of your skin.

Because he didn't deserve you to begin with. So much so, a while ago, he’d forced a list, all in his mind. One thing after another as to why he should keep you away, push you away.

He knows last night isn't what ripped up that list, he'd done that months ago. But he’s sure that last night is when it truly turned to ash. When he torched it, shredded it, lit a match and watched it burn. All of those reasons why he shouldn’t be this close to anyone—never mind someone like you—gone, as though they’d never occupied any space in his mind before.

Because how could he not want you?

A thought which had hammered in him on the day his resolute had finally snapped. All you'd done was smile, blessed him with a laugh all because of something he’d said. A fleck of nice in a wasteland of detestation.

Somehow, unbeknown to him even now, you had managed to keep a part of yourself alive even after all the horrors. A slither of humour, snark and wit. You, who had seen, done and experienced things, yet bore no real scarring from any of it.

It’s why he knew, deep down, whatever semblance of himself remained, he wanted to enjoy moments like this. He squirrelled it away, sneaking it into a box in his mind different from the one he usually buries things in. Placing it on a shelf beside the one stuffed with memories, voices, and butterflies.

Brushing his hand over his face, he opens his eyes across the room—and sees the catalyst of your pleading, begging arranged in scattered clothing across it.

It all comes back to him, all the hours that had ticked on by as the place filled with moans, sweat and skin-on-skin sounds. How good you'd felt, how solid and firm you'd been on top of him, reminding him, over and over, how alive you were.

If he focuses hard enough when he drags his tongue over his bottom lip, he can almost separate the taste of how alive you are from the bottle of cheap liquor the two of you had attempted to finish.

The one he managed, one glass off, maybe two.

You're determination outweighing his in your pursuit of burning the epinephrine from your system, desperate to feel him, have him scorch bruises over the ones you'd gained from other hands.

Not that he'd have drank much more anyway. It's an effect of having you close. Finds you remedy more things, calm more storms and flickers on a light that is otherwise fading.

Especially when he makes your back arch, when your chin tilts up, and he buries grunts along the place where your neck and shoulder meet. When he feels you tighten, tense—body electric, nerves alive and buzzing.

Then, there’s the way you always say his name—not Miller, not Misery or Grump, but Joel.

It’s all elongated. Heavy.

Kissing the air with a breath encased all around it, that ricochets around his skull and buries itself in an abandoned part of his brain.

It being further proof, a receipt (in a world that doesn’t care) that the two of you are more than what you’re willing to admit, acknowledge. No label, no conversation. Just continuous acts that layer and layer.

He lets his eyes fall back to you, still sleeping soundly. Chest rising and falling, the thin sheet clinging, trapped under your arm. It’s clearer now, where they'd grabbed you. Where their hands had been.

It's much more evident now, even if he’d seen them all in their beginnings last night—the ones you’d not admitted to—spotting, mentally noting all the little swollen patches, surrounded by grazes, cuts.

Now, they're magnified by the morning light.

And it makes his blood boil all over again.

His palm wanting to gently slide over them, heal them in some way—and then later, use that same palm to squeeze the life out of the person who inflicted them. Find them, drag them down an alleyway until their teeth sit amongst the pebbles and weeds.

You’d begged him not to leave to find them last night. You had asked it of him between heavy kisses. All whispered, a promise he’d handed you because you were naked, all wanting and sat on top of him, full of him, every inch of him buried inside of you—

“Please. It’s nothing.”

The latter two words were what you’d said when you’d knocked on his door with a faded, dusty med kit. The exact two words you’d repeated when you’d winced as he cleaned the cut above your brow. Them repeated again once you’d taken you'd caught your breath from sliding his cock inside of you, all unwilling to move until he agreed.

You'd even splayed your fingers across his chest, eyes determined, flickering with flames sitting on him so prettily.

“You don’t want me to hurt them today, I won’t.”

Joel isn’t sure if you caught it. But you were intelligent, clever—far more devious than you looked or acted. But, you said nothing. Rocking your hips, taking his hand and resting it on your thigh, words falling, littered with praises and gratitude.

Each washing over him, temporerily making him forget—able to live in a lie when he closed his eyes. Able to pretend the air was tinged with liquor because of celebrations, and not because you’d fought to keep ration cards.

“You’re so good to me, Miller.”

He sighs, remembering it falling from your lips. His heartbeat quickening like it did when his fingers had rested at the base of your neck, watching in awe as you fucked yourself on him.

It’s a line you say infrequently, but it slams into him with the same force as it did the first time. The words rattling and clanking around until they fall through and are processed. That’s when they almost take the air from his lungs, knock him to his knees, breaking and fixing, ripping and soldering, him all at fucking once.

Because he’s not good, but then neither are you.

There’s no good, no evil. Living and surviving being all that remains.

Something he finds hard to believe when you’re back is flush to him. When your is skin bare, hand under your face, curled so your face is buried from the window you face.

Joel supposes that’s why he’ll get up soon. Pull on his jeans, grab some clothes, throw water on his face and head out.

Because you are warm, while he’s cold—and deep down, while he pities those who get between the two of you, he’s not sorry for them. He’s not sorry for the precipitation that catches them off guard, how they’re trapped in a storm that never lessens when they cross the two of you.

They should know better. Do better. Be better.

“Goddamnit—can’t say those words to me—“

He’d meant it, likely in the same way you meant the ones that followed. An array of admirations that fell and tumbled.

The muscle in jaw twitched, fingers drawing a line up and down your side. Watching, as he does sometimes, as you wiggle, shift. Moving further into him, leaving no amount of gap between his body and yours.

“No? Why not, Miller?”

He still doesn’t have an answer, and it’s been hours. Mainly, because there's not just one, but rather an amalgamation of many, smashed together to make a thing, rather than an explanation.

Because.

Because he lost a lot, practically everything. Because he hasn’t got a lot of anything, but he does have you. Because you’re not something he never wanted, but he wants you all the same. Because he prefers you here, in the place you are now.

Because it’s you.

And no one gets to breathe, never mind talk if they try and take that from him.

No one.

And honestly, he's not entirely sure what to do with that knowledge.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem!reader #tlou fanfic #hbo the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfic #joel miller smut

[kokushibouthings]

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Pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader

Content: Reader is a streamer, AFAB/female reader, Non con(?), reader is into it, reader has a "perfect" body + not specified eye color skin tone nor hair length and color(?) , readers wearing a medium lengthed pencil skirt, non con(?), Sub reader

Side note: yes, tomura has a finger or two lifted up every time he grips onto something. No asking why I don't bother just putting it in.🤬

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I slightly bite my lower lip angrily at the fact I failed to kill the creeper without it exploding

"Damn it... Now there's a hole in the ground!"

Grabbing the dirt blocks, Not bothering to fill it in and just covered the top in return of chat spamming; "How could you do that?!" "Fill the hole up.." "Cursed."

I scoffed a little confused, "since was not filling up a creeper explosion cursed..?"

I notice a chat, with the same user I always see in almost every livestream I do and repost videos of my livestreams. "It wasn't cursed ever."

I found it a little cute, Having a long term fan always coming onto my streams.. "Thanks for agreeing, AFORP" I always noticed that user even though the chats were honestly a bit fast at updating.

After a few minutes in the livestream.. Almost finished building your minecraft base and a mob spawner farm.

[ AFORP has donated 270 ---- ]

Do you love me?

I listened to the text to speech while half focused on the game, "Sure I do." I replied barely really caring at all not noticing who even donated...as the chat spammed wtfs or stuff like did you get a boyfriend.

After a while, I decide to end the stream after 2 and a half hours. Finally getting to stretch and fall into my warm mattress grabbing my phone. I noticed I was starting to run low on cash and desperately needed to pay a LOT of bills...

Boldly deciding to start an onlyfans, Setting it up overnight before getting some sleep and continuing in the morning...

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I post the pictures embarrassingly, in hope of getting some cash. Desperate times are desperate needs.

Surprisingly, and shockingly. The first one to comment on the video about my recently updated bio with the OF link was AFORP..

"God you look so fuckin' pretty.. Just wann' rip you apart so bad." I read, Taking it as sarcasm replying to his comment; "Do it." Thinking he wouldn't...

Oh you were so wrong and in for one hell of a ride of your life.

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Your legs were spread apart as his legs were between them, with your hands completely being pushed down against the mattress with his open palms lifting some fingers up making sure to not decay the bed,

As your wildly jackhammering your legs panicking since you're very much aware of the fact he's the one of the infamous notorious villains, He takes his hands away from yours to scratch his neck with one of his.

"Weren't you the one who told me to do this? Why are you so afraid now?" You backed up in the corner of your bed completely terrified for your life.

As he just practically climbed on the bed, Heading towards you. "E ...—eek! What do you want from me?!" You yelled out squirming closing your eyes, knees into your face ready to brace any pain

"Are you fuckin' stupid? A lil' disappointin for my favorite streamer who was apparently fearless to be afraid of me." He grabbed your hand, Forcing you to lay down on your back having him hover over you. You took a bit processing what he meant..

"are you AFORP...? suddenly I'm not so scared of you.." Your eyes looked into his, Confusingly having the most notorious villain wrapped around your finger.

"You should be cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out till you cry and beg." He flips you over having you lay on your chest this time, Grabbing onto your hair yanking it so hard as if hes trying to find out if you're wearing a wig..

"Wh...–what the fucck– stop! Stop! that hurts!!" You cry out already telling him to stop, "How about you be an obedient little slut? Can't believe you're already begging when I only just yanked on your hair."

Slapping your clothed cunt, Having you yelp at his action... As he works his zipper down, shortly before lifting up your skirt and folding it to get a better view of your ass.

"God you look so fuckin' perfect with those laced panties, How about you spread your legs a bit wider?" He lets go of your hair, Making you almost just fall onto the mattress face flat... Luckily you got on your arms.. But.

At this point, you just give in and obey him spreading your legs a bit wide open, if you knew he could practically just kill you within 5 seconds if you disobeyed would you still try to rebel against him? No. exactly.

You look behind you to look at what he's even doing.. "Well If I'm your favorite streamer do you mind going gentle atleast.." He scoffed, "Sure, whatever. That's the least best thing I could probably do for you." He enters slowly, but fuck he was still so fucking rough and painful.

"W—wait don't you have a condom..? What if you'll get me pregnant I don't want to be known as the most infamous villains wife or whatever..." He takes a hand to his neck, Scratching it annoyingly.. "I know what I'm doing. I won't cum inside, happy? Now stop fuckin' talking before I might hurt your dumbass."

You could feel every hot, rough inch and veins of him inside of you. God he was pretty ugly from far away but you had to admit he was a lot hotter in this time close up.. I guess he grew up a little bit. And his hair is longer– wait why do you care about that? Anyway continuing...

sloppily thrusting inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single thrust... Shortly moving onto a quicker rough pace with you squirming against his length..

A few fingers slide down near your velvet lines, rubbing his fingers against your cute little bead "Godd you're so wet, I bet you were hoping for something like this to happen. Just...heelplesssly wat–tching me ...—po..-und you like a whoor...re" Although you desperately tried to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, low soft moans escaped your lips..

"f.... –fuck..Mmngh, Aa..Ah! ssh —..hiit.." You whimpered, squirming and shaking badly under his touch, A streamer who was apparently fearless ruined in around 4 minutes..

His length abusing your cunt, as a finger rubs against your clit in circular motions consistently after sliding it up and down..

You were already about to have your 2nd orgasm, feeling the same knot in your stomach about to rip as tears dripped down onto the bed sheets accompanied with drool

You could feel him shortly pulling out, releasing it all over your back as you just collapsed exhaustedly..

"Don't worry, I won't just leave you here. I guess I'll help clean you up... Didn't get you to beg at all but whatever" But he ended up doing it only after a few minutes of playing around with your chest and a 2 minute break...

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You wake up to be alone, with a completely different set of clothes and snacks on your desk.. Confused about what happened. (yea you barely remember anything 🫡)

#shigaraki smut #tomura smut #bnha shigaraki #female reader #tomura shiragaki #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader smut #tomura shigaraki smut

[praisethesuuun]

Henlo it is me again. Chen gong x reader x Lu bu fluff p l z. Whatever is going on is up to you. (And if reader gender has to be specified, fem) <3 love your work

Hope you like it, dear❤️ Lu Bu and Chen Gong needs more attention

Lu Bu x reader x Chen Gong: how did I end up here?

Type: fluff

Warnings: blood, war, reader being hurt

Where there's light, there's dark and where there's blood, there's war. The burning sensation in the eyes after a whiff of ash in the dim light is something hard to forget; exactly like the burning sunlight on the skin, so strong that it seems to heal wounds by scarring them.

Time never passes as the souls of the soldiers are swept away by death's gentle grip, light as a leaf resting on a river. You see the underworld as an old friend, a retirement home that is always ready to welcome you; you begin to hope to become one of the guests, while the pain eats you from the inside.

The deafening thud of a victim falling beside you roused you from your thoughts, while you remained hidden behind a rock large enough to provide cover. You tried not to look, to ignore his empty eyes, so gouged with fatigue that they already resembled the empty shells of a skull; you wondered how soon his skin would have begun to turn pale and his blood to become cold, glacial like the shiver that ran down your back at the mere thought of ending up like him.

Nausea set in, burning your throat like the fire a dragon is about to spit, but you fought your own body to swallow.

"Shit" you whispered, looking away with fear reigning over your movements. The latter, on the other hand, was like the queen of that kingdom: she danced among her subjects in bright red dresses, graceful and silent, dancing with anyone who agreed to participate in that sick game. You had seen fear in her face, beyond that pale mask she always wore, and it was terrifying; the warrior does not fall because his legs are bleeding, but he does because his knees tremble with terror.

The sweat that illuminated your face was mixed with sand, slightly corroding your skin and making it red; the helmet was breaking your head from how heavy it was, but at least it shielded your ears from the desperate moans. Every now and then, you thought of the families of those who died in battle with you, of how a soldier's wife or children could give gold for hearing their last words, and instead, you were there to act as their confessional, memorizing one to one every prayer or death rattle. You simply couldn't forget them, imprinting them exactly as your shoes were now moving the ground: you had decided to peeping out of your meager hiding place, calling upon the deities that an enemy would not materialize out of nowhere to cut off your head.

What you saw brightened your vision by blurring your vision with sheer wonder, similar to that of a child receiving his wooden sword for the first time. The dragon that loomed over the battlefield was ruthless, he loomed with his great wings on the enemies around him, exterminating them with a single blow of his halberd. The wind whistled at his every movement, as he continued undeterred dragging an Acheron of blood behind; whoever found him in front of him could already consider himself a passenger on Charon's raft.

Lü Bu plowed the sea of bodies like a ship under full sail and spread victory, rather than despair. Your general's face was hard, stoic as always, while his tanned skin made him look like a bronze statue, worthy of being exhibited in the most prestigious palace in all of China. The blue tattoo that marked his sculpted body moved in a hypnotic dance, trapping your attention with every movement of its scales.

The pressure returned, devouring you as the lion does a too slow gazelle; perfect metaphor for your current situation. A gust of wind ruffled your hair, filling your nostrils with the strong smell of horse blood and sweat, so disgusting it made you dizzy.

You weren't supposed to be there, you never should have been. The you of the past would never have wanted this, she would have wanted to be happy and run away from war and difference, from the ruins of destroyed walls and the hands of the dead that grab your ankle to sink you with them.

"When did it all go wrong?"

Your damaged memory was unable to find an answer, commanding you to stop thinking of a false future and move your legs. "I have to run...I need to..."

You murmured absently, with wide eyes and heavy breathing. A desert would have been less arid than your throat, which hadn't touched water since the night before due to anxiety and fear of being rejected by the organism. Suddenly, Fear returned, but had your face reflected in the blade of a sword.

The dark lady literally took you by weight, loading you onto her chariot drawn by Despair and Torment, chaining you in place...but it couldn't end like this.

A lonely sigh escaped your lips as you leapt back, dodging the slash that a ruthless-eyed foe had aimed at you, cutting off a small strand of hair. A jolt went through your body, shaking you like an earthquake settles mother earth,

The clatter of your armor, which previously seemed deafening and piercing, was now the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. Fear recoiled, blinded by the bright light of a new fighter, one made of pure gold and with a flaming sword; the sun itself made person. Courage.

Your hand found the hilt of the sword, the memories of training returned and made you fight back, dueling with the enemy in front of you. "Shit" you said, when little red streams started coming out of your shoulder, yet the pain had been overcome by the adrenaline and had become as small as a shadow at noon.

It didn't matter, nothing mattered on the battlefield. You were a soldier, a fighter for your country and as such you had to be willing to die for it. "I refuse"

And Fear's head leapt into the air, cut off by Courage's fiery slash, with such ease that you stumbled in your own steps, heedless of the sweet blood that kept dripping upon the earth, dyeing it a wondrous crimson.

Huff huff huff

No more Fear, it was time to set sail on your new lord's horse; and so you did. The nuts turned white around the hilt of your sword, as you felt the hands of the gods guide you on the battlefield, with the blessed heart of a dragon and the quick step like its mighty wings.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

One slash, then another. A curse, a curse. Then scream and blood at your feet. The drops that fell from your forehead blurred your vision, some entered your mouth, but you couldn't stop, not now. If fate had ordered death to kidnap you, then you wanted to at least put up a fight. "Chen Gong, look out!" you shouted at your friend, acting as a shield and causing the screeching arrow to strike the plate that blocked your chest; shattering the tip and parrying the army strategist's back. The latter kept his eyes fixed on the aggressor who was occupying him in front, without realizing what had just happened.

The battle makes monsters, stealing humanity from even the most fragile hearts, just like that of the sweet Chen Gong: a ray of sunshine in the midst of the battle and totally the opposite of his lord Lu Bu, his mind was the sharpest of the China...if only its reflections were like that. Meanwhile, the flying general continued to plow the battlefield, not sparing the unfortunate souls trampled by Red Hare.

How long had it been since you came out of your hiding place? Hours? Few minutes?

Ache. The more you stood still, the more the adrenaline went down and you couldn't afford it. Death would not have taken you that day, you promised heaven - although it would probably be the devil visiting you at the grave.

Your gaze met Lu Bu's empty and merciless gaze for a second: the voices around you ceased, the storm calmed down, and everything fell silent. You were about to cry with relief, it was over, it was all over, you did it. Then why were your legs so heavy?

"We made it!" suddenly snapped Chen Gong next to you; his charisma also infected the other soldiers, making them exult in joy, filling that glorious field with shouts once again, but with exultation.

"We...really did it...uh?"

"Y/N!"

Your knees gave way without you realizing it, the black cloth that accompanied your armor daring not reveal what was happening underneath. As your eyes were slowly closing, you caught your general's doing the opposite: he dismounted in a hurry, panic etched in his face, a feeling you'd never seen in him.

"Don't make that face, my lord... don't fear for a soldier like me..."

Those were the only words that came out of your mouth before you felt Chen Gong's arms grab your arm. His grip was strong, urgent, you marveled at the energy he had left despite the battle. That contact, that warmth. It was a blow of humanity, something familiar and beautiful: not bad for the last thing to feel before leaving, a welcoming hand like that of a mother who prevents her child from falling. Even the strategist's cheeks were smeared with dirt, no red liquid on him, but his eyes bore the weight of severed heads and pierced chests.

Your vision blurred even more, until the darkness welcomed you, embracing you tightly and with the intention of never letting go.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Lu Bu was the first to run towards you, dropping to his knees beside you. Inside him, a storm of emotion had taken over, none of them visible on his serious face; the general's piercing eyes were marked by fatigue, not by the anguish that was gripping his heart in a death grip.

And Lu Bu was bleeding. Yes, because even his dragon blood nourished a human body, made of flesh and not of scales.

"W-We have to go...immediately..." slurred Chen Gong as he lifted your aching, helpless body into his arms, while your throat was so dry that you couldn't utter a word. You wanted to scream, break that silence you loved so much, finally being able to say your last words and not those of your companions.

"Just stop, please"

You wanted to oppose that desperate attempt to save you; seeing Chen Gong and your lord in that condition was worse than taking a hundred more blows to the shoulder. The rule of war was clear: whoever falls behind is lost, and you were going to do it.

Lu Bu didn't think twice about grabbing his strategist - still with you in his arms - and mounting Red Hare, ready to plow through the clouds of dust as if she hadn't just fought for hours. Only one thought occupied their minds and that was to save you, no matter how, but it had to be done.

Without your joyful presence, like the flowers that bloom in May, the army would never have been the same again: an important part would have gone; perhaps you were not the strongest fighter, but your virtues were admirable. They weren't going to let you die there, not you.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

"What the..."

Your eyes still thick with sleep scanned the environment around you. A few stretchers here and there, the smell of bitter herbs and a more spacious tent than the others. Infirmary, salvation, life.

You tried to push yourself up with your arms, but the excruciating pain hit you suddenly, making you fall back on the pad. But how the hell did you get there? All you remembered was Chen Gong's broken face, Lu Bu away from you and triumphant, the cheering of those still standing...

Then, a movement by your side caught your attention. Your eyes, now alert and alert, softened and filled with tears as they saw your beloved tactician curled up beside you. Your cheeks flushed as his fingers entwined around yours, moved unconsciously by the sleeping handsome Chen Gong. Seen like this, he was even more beautiful: his completely loose hair fell on his soft features, while his eyelids were softly closed and his curves kissed by the dim light that filtered through the curtain.

A small gasp came out of your mouth as one arm - much stronger than the other - trapped your hips, locking you in place.

Lu Bu was behind you: his head leaned against your back, his mouth open as he purred contentedly, showing all his sharp teeth, the same ones that drove you mad. Even though the general looked frightening, a little bit of his past remained in him, and with that, some behaviors or habits from when he was a child. Your current position was a perfect example of this.

Your heart started beating. Did they stay here for you? Were you that important? Apparently yes, but your eyes were too veiled to understand it. "My heroes" you whispered with a soft, relaxed smile as you returned Chen Gong's squeeze and rested your head against Lu Bu's chest. The pain faded into the background, the suffering out there did too, while a soft breeze stirred the fabric around you, creating not indifferent plays of light.

Their warmth awakened the humanity that had long been hidden in you. You were alive, they were alive, and you were there, together.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #snv x reader #snv x you #request #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #lu bu record of ragnarok #lu bu #ror lu bu #chen gong

[buckgasms]

req/idea- bucky using a vibrator on himself for the first time

Ok so Nonnie, my beautiful amazing Nonnie. You didn't specify a setting for this so I'm hoping that the route I've gone down still gets you where you wanna go.

Ask box is always open

Warnings: Dom/Sub vibes; Daddy Bucky; vibrators; Reader made to watch Bucky get his rocks off; spanking mentioned;

Enjoy

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You had been a very naughty girl. You'd teased your daddy non-stop all day and now you had to live with the consequences.

When he had finally managed to get you back to the apartment, he had pressed you into the door, hand around your throat while his other ripped your panties off and you realised what an absolutely stupid fool you were.

20 minutes later, your ass had been spanked raw, you had cried, made all kinds of promises and begged for that dick, but Bucky was having none of it.

"You wanted to be a silly slut all day, that's what you're gonna be all night." He said as he sat you in his usual velvet covered seat that pointed towards the foot of the bed. Normally Bucky sat here and you were perched on his lap, or knelt between his knees. Not tonight. He popped you down, the fabric doing little to soothe your sore bottom.

He grabbed your chin so you were looking right at him. "If you hands go anywhere near your pussy you wont be able to sit for a week." You nodded as he wiped your face of lingering tears and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Only when you whispered "yes daddy" did he let go and settled himself on the large bed. You watched as he picked up the large vibrator wand, one of your absolute favourite toys. You whined but stopped quickly with a look from him.

"I've never actually tried one of these before y'know? I mean I've seen you fucking cry on this thing, is it really that good babygirl?"

You blushed and nodded at him, making him chuckle. "Well I doubt it'll turn me into a mess like you Princess, but I'll see huh? Seeing as you can't be fucking trusted to behave, you're gonna sit there and watch me use your favourite toy on my dick and miss out on getting daddy's cum. That should teach you a lesson hey sweetheart?"

You whined, tears welling in your eyes. You couldn't deny you had been bad, but fuck if this was the worst thing you would ever have to endure. "Daddy...please I'm so sorry. Learned my lesson.... Please?"

He laughed again, flicking the wand to life and shook his head. "Nice try silly baby, but you gotta sit there and let daddy have his fun now..."

Your mouth watered as he ran it up and down his length. He growled and let his head drop back as the vibrations pulsed through his hard cock. He could hear you whimpering in the background, only adding to his pleasure. Obviously he'd rather be fucking you, but you had to learn your lesson.

Your eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you watched him press the head to his balls, and he actually twitched as the buzz rippled through his body.

"Fuck babygirl, I can see why you like this so much..." He lifted his head back up and looked at you. Your eyes were glued to his cock, face stained with tears and your fingers were white from gripping the arms of the chair. "You want your toy back princess?" You shook your head and whispered "cock daddy, want your cock, please.... Be such a good girl....please?"

He groaned as the sweet sound of your begging and the vibrations created an ache in him, bringing him right to the edge of release. You watched as he teased his head, heard him growl and curse as he came, covering the wand with his release.

The low hum ceased and his stomach raised and fell as he panted. You were desperate to get your hands on him, run your fingers through the hair on his chest, kiss him all over and be his good girl again.

He sat up and beckoned you over. You sprang up and crawled onto the bed, settling between his thighs, tentativley running your fingers along his shin.

"You gonna be a good girl from now on?"

"Yes daddy"

"You gonna be a silly slut when I'm working again?"

"No daddy, never" you promised.

He smiled and stroked your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him harder, desperate for his touch, to feel anything of him.

When you surfaced for air he waved the wand at you, still dripping with his cum. "Clean this up for me baby, if you do a good job, might let you watch me again."

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[jvkeh]

idk if asks are open but can you do soft boyfriend!vernon smut because i am a SIMP for your work thx bb

was waiting for my first svt rq omg!! asks are specified in my pinned post (currently open) thank you for supporting my writing. i hope you enjoyed🥰 why did i actually turn this into silent hard, my bad 😭 theres a lil softness at the end

BOYFRIEND!VERNON

⤷ c.w cunt eating, dommy vernon, mentions of princess | seventeen’s vernon | © jvkeh

boyfriend! vernon is what every girl needs in their life. he’s attentive, communicative, funny and above all, extremely hot.

and he knew you knew he was hot. after all, if the moans radiating off his bedroom walls and into the ears of his members the next dorm over a few fridays ago was anything to go by, he was fairly aware of his effect on you. and your effect on others, he presumes, when seungcheol grudgingly berated him the morning after while covering his region with his hand.

so it made moments like these, where he came back from an mandatory early morning workout with the hiphop team, special. when he was still relieving in his post workout glory, coming home to you still in bed was the perfect contrast to the outgoing atmosphere that was the gym. and getting to see your face scrunch up in your sleep as you feel the empty pillows next to you where vernon should be, is even better.

“good morning, princess.” vernon smiles as your puffy eyes made eye contact with his figure from across the room, amused at your pouting face that showed you weren’t exactly asleep for a bit. “up bright and early today.”

you let out a yawn that causes vernon to laugh as you threw the blanket across the other side of the room, revealing you in just flowy white shorts and a loose fitting pink tank top, before you immediately spreaded your legs across the bed. “maybe because i was waiting for you to come fuck me.”

his eyes widened. shit. on a random sunday morning, you happened to be all worked up? but he wasn’t complaining, when you looked at him with fluttering lashes and he was basically ready to be naked in his revealing tank top and shorts anyway…

“i thought you had your eyes closed, princess?” he hummed, removing his top as he began to untie the laces on his shorts, mantaining eye contact with you. “or were you just fooling me?” he referenced to only fifteen minutes prior, where you looked pained as your eyes were shut. “did you have a scary dream about me?”

“i was having a wet one, actually.” you admitted, closing your legs instinctively. “you eating me out to death.”

that did it for vernon, who stalked across the room until he was directly in front of the bed, and grabbed your ankles, pulling you downwards until your shirt rode up, revealing the glistening layers of sweat from your intimate dream across your stomach. considering it was fourteen degrees celcius out, he was surprised at how hot to the touch you were. you were that riled up?

when his fingers ghosted over your cunt, mindlessly toying with the fabric of your sleep shorts, he felt a increase in heat compared to the other areas of your body. the muscle pulsed under his fingers, clearly straining against the fabric at your touch. you let out a pained grunt as you laid further into the bed, the coldness of his fingers contrasting with the hotness of your body.

“were you looking for me, princess?” he hums as he made great show of slowly removing your shorts, revealing white lace underwear that was transparent in the centre. a result of your dirty thoughts. “when you were stretching your arms out?” he asks, curiously. “wanting me stretching you for real?”

“i was looking for my vibrator.” you replied, exasperated at his slowness to sastify you. “because you are busy for me nowadays.” a snarky tone was evident in your sugarcoated words, a result of vernon’s early leaves and late entrances. even on weeekends, he still was absent for other things he had to do. so it made your interactions with him slim. holidays, people spent it with their significant others. he spent more time with the going seventeen staff during that period than you.

and it wasn’t his fault, you knew it deep down. it’s what he’s obligated to do in order to relish in the good aspects of his job. but it was hard to date someone for years and still be constantly unavailable. and when he was gone in the mornings, only the toys were able to relieve you.

but those words still sting to vernon. “excuse me, yn?” he exhaled, not wishing to raise his voice at all. vernon was not an arguer in the slightest, preferring peace. but it didn’t mean he tolerated badmouthing, especially not to him. “where are your manners?”

“out in the window with our sex life.” you quipped, a smirk curling at witnessing his anger slowly bubble to the surface.

vernon was a boyfriend every girl needed in their life, he is attentive, communicative, and extremely hot. but he’s also another thing, that rarely ever gets to rear it’s head at you due to the nature of his personality, dominant.

he shuffled your underwear down as his head immediately crashed in between your legs, making you yelp as his hands snaked around them, gripping the fat. you were at the very edge of the bed, legs stretched out and forcibly wrapped around vernon’s head as you felt his mouth attack your cunt.

“f-fuck vernon!” you whined out as he licked up the entrance of your vagina, making sure to lubricate your walls with his spit. “f-faster.”

he paused momentarily, still face down in your cunt as your face was looking up to the ceiling. “you don’t make the rules, princess.” he said darkly, before he went down.

he began to shift further into your pussy, reaching your clit. his mouth was like clockwork, working every crook and inch of your skin like he memorised it. despite it being months before you have been ate out, you can feel vernon’s muscle memory kick in with his familiar preferences of how to eat you out.

a finger sneaked in your cunt, rubbing the tightened muscles to loosen you up, more liquid squirting out at his actions. “fuck, princess. you’re so tight, i had to jam my finger in.” he groaned, his body replying to yours by humping the sides of the bed. you could tell he probably had his dick about to burst out of his underwear, as he continued to rub himself, too preoccupied with eating you out to give himself sastifaction. “called you princess too much, you thought you were one.” he said softly, reminding you of your comment.

you could feel your climax building up fast, as vernon quickened his pace of alternating between tongue and finger, using his thumb to rub you over when he got stuck in a particular spot. just from how quickly you were pushed off the cliff, you will never doubt vernon’s ability to please you ever again.

as you let out a cry, body stretching out until your chest reached the air, liquid landed on vernon’s face like rainfall. it took a few minutes for your high to conclude, which is when vernon sat up properly. his face dripped, a result of his amazing game, and his boxers were almost torn in the region at how stiff his dick stuck against the material. his self restraint was out of this world. his hands still gripping your ankles as he let go, opting to tighten them around your waist, forcing your head to look up on him while your chin relaxed on his shoulder.

“i’m sorry i’m not here often.” he apologised sincerely. now that you could see his face up, you can tell his eyes was laced with self doubt and insecurity. you loved it when vernon went silent dom on you, but you forgot the effects it had on his self esteem.

“i’m sorry i said that, i didn’t mean it at all.” you muttered. “i think you do a great job of being home despite your schedule.” you admitted, knowing you could never handle what he does.

“i love you, yn.” he says, eyes glinting with all the happiness of being able to see you in this moment of post sex glory. “thank you for staying for me when i’m not here.”

“i love you too, vernon.” you sigh into his arms. you wrapped your own arms around his waist, as he pulled you in a tight hug, kissing your shoulder up. and then your neck.

“vernon?” you questioned his motives as he began to go further up your neck. “you have anything to show me?”

he took your hand, before pulling it under his boxers. “yeah.”

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[paperbag880]

Venom / Eddie Brock x male reader

Summary: have you become too overprotective or are you simply in love?

Relationship: the reader knows both Eddie and Venom as very close friends and hurtfully more

Genre: fluff? <at this point I have no idea>

Warnings: swearing, homophobia, f slur (2), mention of drugs

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

"M-M/n calm down damn it!" Eddie said as he had you in a headlock.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU WILL TAKE THAT BACK!" You shouted at a guy that was sitting on the ground shooked up. Your voice reeked of venom. He held his eye as he looked at you terrified. You were angry, furious.

The night that Eddie and Venom barged into your home you swore to yourself you'll protect Eddie and Venom no matter the cost. After showing your weakest side to them you were scared that they might see you as a weak emotional baby. Which you weren't.

"I'm- I'm sorry! I take back what I said! Please don't hurt me again!-" the guy said but you got out of Eddie's headlock and ran after the person.

You were blinded by rage and frustration. You just really needed to hit something repeatedly. Unfortunately for the guy, he was your target. Once you launched on him any sound was a blur to you. Your fists hit him everywhere and anywhere, at some point, you hit the ground accidentally. But you could care less.

Something pulled your hand from behind, then the other, then both, but you refused to give up. It felt so good to finally hurt someone other than yourself. You could feel the ugly smile creeping wider.

You got pulled off eventually. The body in front of you didn't move. Your knuckles were bloody and your hands shook. You breathed heavily but you were satisfied enough.

"M/N! WHAT THE HELL???" Eddie shouted in your ear making you cringe and cover. You looked up at him finally aware of your surroundings. His face showed shock with confusion and a... blush? You couldn't really tell cus of the light. Oh, and Venom was there too.

You relaxed against them and just looked into Eddie's blue eyes. You could stare at them all day and night. You cupped Eddie's cheek. "You both are really handsome..." You whispered before thinking, drunk by the adrenaline that rushed thru you.

Once you realized what you have just said. You quickly stood up. Looked at Eddie and Venom too and shouted "Sorry!" before running off.

'Fuck!'

You may think how did you get yourself into this situation. Well...

Eddie offered to buy drinks tonight at your favorite bar. When you asked what's the occasion he answered "Can't friends treat their friend once in a while?" You haven't turned him down. Free drinks what do you think.

Once at the place, you guys chatted with each other like you always did. You tell funny stories about your workplace and he complains about his. The average day. At some point, you guys started to chat about what your types are. You didn't bring that up but Eddie or maybe Venom did, you weren't sure.

The conversation was awkward but you guys kept it still. He told you his type which you thought would be a skinny, funny, blonde woman but to your surprise, he didn't specify his type's looks. He rambled on and on about personality but at some point, he slipped and say "Oh yeah, I like thighs on wom- eh... people."

It was strange to you he changed the woman part to people. It irked you a lot. Why would he change it? Did he realize you liked him more than friends? Was he scared that he'll offend you? You pushed the thoughts out as Eddie asked about your type.

You haven't had one as far as you could tell. You just clicked with whoever. You told him that and he looked confused and insisted that you must have a type or at least something pleasant you like about the person so you don't go and run off the first chance you'll get. You thought about it.

"Well, I guess they must be kind and funny for me to stay around. Like you, you're funny, kind enough, so I guess my partner should have those straits too." You said and mixed your drink in your hand before tightening your grip around it. "W-Well I'm not saying you should be my partner! No, that's not what I wanted to say. I mean, we're both guys are we not? That shouldn't be a thing...right?" You looked at him while saying those things and whispered the last part unsure.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything a guy came up to you three and pointed towards Eddie. "Are you a fag or something? Huh?" Eddie looked at the guy confused, he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. The guy was definitely drunk. That still didn't excuse him from saying that word more so on your friend.

"Excuse us?" You asked the guy very "politely".

"I'm not talking to you weed bag!" The guy answer you as he spilled the alcohol that he had in his hands on your pants but you didn't care that much. "What? Got broke and nobody is willing to give you a coke for a head? So desperate that you need a help from a faggot?" He looked at Eddie.

You slammed your glass against the table you sat at, got up from your seat, grabbed the drunker's nasty shirt collar, and made him back away against a nearby wall. The guy looked like he's gonna piss himself. Good.

You were about to say something before someone grabbed you from behind and before you knew it you were thrown out of the bar. You got up quickly. You were ashamed that you caused a ruckus around yourself but mostly that you caused problems for your friends.

Meanwhile, with Eddie and Venom, the sudden aggressive movement surprised both of them. They knew your personality changed once you stopped doing drugs. You were more alert, your senses were much sharper and you haven't got yourself in a bad situation in a long time. But something about you standing up for them made both feel a bit fuzzy, in a good way.

Eddie was late to react when the security kicked you out. He quickly paid for the drinks and went out to his friend. He stopped before he walked out of the bar. He saw the drunk man in front of M/n who was looking down on him with disgust. The drunk man was definitely shouting at you cus of the saliva that flew on your face. You wiped your face and grabbed the man's hair. He screamed for you to let go but nobody seems to go and help him.

Eddie ran after you as he saw you drag him away. Venom was actually excited for some reason. Eddie couldn't deny it did spark something in him as well but he's not sure of his feelings yet.

Once he found you in an alleyway, the drunk man was already on his back holding his eye. You must have punched him quite hard as blood ran down his face. You were a bit away but he could sense that you'll move any second. Before you made any sept forward he had you in a headlock and the rest you know.

Still, with Eddie and Venom, now in the present, he felt his heart speed up. The way you said they are handsome and the way you held his face just hit differently. He nor Venom couldn't deny that the way you have beaten up that guy wasn't hot...

He stood there unable to think of anything but when Venom screamed in his mind you already booked it. You ran fast but not fast enough for Venom.

Eddie let Venom take control. When they caught up to you they grabbed you and jumped on a nearby rooftop. You yelped once you were in the air. You hated heights and both of them knew that so that's why Venom chose a random ass rooftop so you won't ran off.

You scrambled so you sit in the middle of it. You sure hate heights. You gave the two a terrified glare.

"M/n calm down we're not gonna hurt you." Venom started to speak to you. They had their hands stretched out as if trying to calm a wild animal.

You just stared at them. You felt really guilty. You touch them without their permission and made both of them very uncomfortable. That is what you thought at least. "But you should!" You said out of nowhere.

Venom looked shocked they seemed out of it. "We won't! You didn't hurt us." Venom's booming voice echoed in your head. They saw you opening your mouth so they interrupted you. "Do you like us?" Venom could hear Eddie's voice shouting at them "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Venom got silence from you. You looked very shocked and your heart rate picked up from stress.

"I-...No, that's not right- I mean. I like you as-" you rambled on trying to make sense of yourself.

"As friends?" They asked. You looked at them and tried to speak. Your head tried to make sense of everything and it was overwhelming.

Should you be honest? Should you lie? Would they look differently at you if you'd confess?

You blinked rapidly, your eyes went over Venom's face like daggers. "I-"

"Because we don't!"

Those three words stung right in your heart. You could feel your lip quiver and a lump in your throat form. You swallowed your fear and grief, and weakly smiled at the symbiote. But what else did you expect? They have the full right to not be your friends anymore. "I see-"

"We like you more than that!" Venom yet again interrupted you after an internal monologue with Eddie. "We really like you M/n!"

You were back in a shock..."I feel lightheaded..." And you sure were, after those words, you collapsed down and blacked out.

...

"Uh, Eddie? I think we killed him..."

You woke up to a light shining in your eyes. Once you opened your eyes you weren't met with your bedsheets and your window curtains but completely different ones.

You sat up quickly which big mistake for you cus your head started to hurt. You hissed and looked around more closely. You still wore everything you wear the night before when you went out with Eddie and Venom...

Everything from that night crashed back into you. Did Venom really mean what they said? One side of you hoped so, the other was against it.

The room you were in seemed familiar. With light steps, you got up and went into the next room. Upon observing it your suspension of this being Eddie's apartment was confirmed.

You look for the male with a symbiote in him around the house but the only thing you could find of him were his socks next to the couch. "Did he sleep here?" You asked yourself out loud and looked at the clock out of habit.

You were self-employed. You didn't have a stable schedule for work so you didn't worry about getting late to work but still, you wanted to see how long did you sleep and how long were you a burden. It was around 10 AM, you slept longer than you thought. You cringed at the thought of taking Eddie's bed when this is his and Venom's home. You could have definitely slept on the couch instead of him.

You heard a click from the front door so you went there to see who is it. Eddie came thru the door with a white plastic bag in his hand filled with groceries. You walked to him and offered him your help. He got scared at your very quiet arrival and cursed under his breath. It surprised you but then again he might think you were asleep still. "May I then?" You asked again this time a bit gentler to not startle him again. You outstretch your hand a little and he nodded and hand you the bag.

You grabbed it and went to the kitchen to set it down. Once on the counter, you debated whether you should lay out the groceries or not. You decide against it and went to meet with Eddie and Venom. They were putting away the hoddie that Eddie wore. You haven't stepped closer, afraid you might startle him again.

"May I...um...Did...Was..." Although you didn't want to startle him you really needed to know what Venom said is true. He seemed confused by your stuttering, who wouldn't? But after he looked a bit into the distance, he collected himself and walk slowly towards you.

"You want to know if what Venom said is...true, right?" He seemed to be on the nerve which made you anxious. "Well...It is true."

It took you a while to process what he said. You felt lightheaded again. Eddie must have noticed cus he quickly held you by your shoulders. You guessed your head just couldn't comprehend what Eddie said. You grabbed his shoulders too and looked him in the eyes. "Please don't say jk!" You were pale so Eddie set you down on a chair.

"No, we won't. We both truly mean it." His hands were still on your shoulders to reassure you. "Yes I was confused about my feelings but after that day you almost die... We've realized neither of us can let you go." Venom seeped thru Eddie's shoulder and nodded.

"I-...Did you know I liked you back?" You asked genuinely. At this point, you thought you were just dreaming and that you'll wake up anytime soon.

Eddie's eyes flicked between you and the floor. When he swallowed Venom opened their mouth. "Yes, we knew."

You felt even more lightheaded. Eddie held you still. He panicked while Venom pour you a glass of water, which you took happily. Although your hands shook like crazy you drank the water. You breathe out. "So... What now?" You looked up at them. They seem like they didn't think that far.

"Well-" Eddie started but Venom interrupted "Stay with us!" They shoved their face in front of yours. Eddie faceplanted and looked at his symbiote. "Venom!" "What? We agreed we want him so I don't see why not have him!" "We, maybe, but not him! And why would you say it like that?" Eddie argued with Venom obviously. Venom looked at you. "Stay with us?" Eddie groaned.

You giggled a little, they both are cute like this. Although they caught you off guard, the pain in your chest slowly disappeared. "I wouldn't mind really." You said as you looked at them. Eddie seemed pleasantly shocked and Venom grinned more. "Although, I've never been in a relationship even more so in the same gender relationship... What exactly do you do in it?" You were honestly confused. You had feelings of the need to protect and cherish both of them but do you need to change for the sake of this upgraded friendship?

"I- We haven't been with a man either but I think we'll figure it together out eventually." Eddie smiled at you and you return it.

With a sigh, you gulped the last drop of your water and leaned your aching head against Eddie's chest. "Thanks for the water V." You heard no problem and felt a hesitant hands wrapping around you before they relaxed.

After a minute of comfortable silence, you had to ask. "So are we now boyfriends or?" You were met with silence from both but a rapid heart beating from their heart.

Eddie gulped "Well, we hope so." You smiled and hugged Eddie's chest bringing them close.

"So boyfriends then."

...

"Is there any chance I can shower at your place?"

"Yeah! Of course-" "WITH US!" "You're moving too fast venom!"

"Thank you...both of you!"

#eddie brock x y/n #eddie brock x male reader #eddie brock x reader #venom x y/n #venom x male reader #venom x reader #marvel #marvel x male reader

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘’WICKED GAME PT.6’’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- a lil shorter than usual but THE TENSION IS FINALLY GOING SOMEWHERE aaaaaa!

You were attempting to piece together the broken fragments of the events Stephen just left in your lap, but you failed to reach the shards before they shattered to the floor.

You don't know how it happened, or why it felt so damn right to be this close to him. But it did. It was a perfect and completely unconventional fusion of desire and danger- a thinly veiled line between sex and death. Stephen left you with a single lingering statement: ‘’Goodnight’’ - just like you did when you first had a proper conversation, just when you were about to get somewhere. It was like karmic payback on his part, a form of torture specified for you. You felt his warm sweet whiskey breath, you felt his body turn rigid, you felt his piercing blue eyes scan your face before ultimatley landing on your lips...those lips that wanted to kiss him so bad...but he left you. Like you left him.

God, you wanted his fingertips to trace over your skin once again- you were obsessing over the touch and sensation he left on you, like an invisible mark down your spine of where he once was. A ghostly touch, a ghostly loss. You felt pathetic. Truly. A mess. You should refute these feelings, write them off as a stupid fleeting crush...but you couldn't because it was heavier than that. These emotions towards him were heavy, mature and definitely not a schoolgirl crush. You were jaded. He was jaded. And you weren't nervous around him...you wanted him so fucking bad. Even if it was for once. You didn't even have to talk about it after

You were stood frozen in front of the mirror, you felt your limbs turn rigid, too confused to move because Stephen was right there and then he wasn't. You felt a rising frustration sprint through you-feeling this way was making you helpless and you wouldn't be able to live it down. But you couldn't deny how aroused you felt, fuck, his fleeting touch alone made fireworks explode under your skin.

Shit.

You quickly got undressed and crawled into bed, nothing covering your body but the goosebumps Stephen left. The moonlight was casting a cool glow to the warm frazzled atmosphere through your window and you felt an increasing heat swirl within your stomach. Fuck, he barely touched you and you were wet. It was impossible to not think about him when his hands have been on you, those hands that he got bloody for you. All for you. You never felt this important to anyone before and it was crowding your clear thinking. You shouldn't fall into this dangerous game, it would get you hurt and the two of you were far too smart to let that happen. Stephen was incredibly smart, arrogant and dangerously skilled.

And all of it was making him far too attractive and appealing to be real. Your brain and body couldn't handle it, your fingers had a mind of their own- your hands meandered slowly down your chest to your stomach. You knew it was wrong, but it felt to right. A human can only take so much until they have to indulge in themselves- besides you had been putting it off anyways and at this point you felt like you were about to explode.

A trail of goosebumps formed where your fingers once were. You inched lower and lower, the tips of your fingers tapdancing around the area that required all of your attention. God, you were pulsating at the thought of Stephen whispering the most unhinged, dirty nothings in your ear. You tilted your head back when your fingers finally slid inside you, so fucking easily. Your mind was running rampant, envisioning Stephen's weight on you, feeling you, making you lose it completely.

‘’You want me to make you cum with my fingers?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You breathed. ‘’Please.’’

‘’You've been teasing me on purpose. I should probably hold out on you for doing that to me...but sweetheart, you've been suffering, haven't you?’’

‘’Mhmm.’’ You stifled pathetically. ‘’Stephen, please…’’

Your fingers dug deeper within you, your thumb circling and toying with your clit anticipating a high you've been yearning for. You attmepted to stifle your whines but you couldn't help it, what made it even more risky was that the walls were paper thin.

Stephen was tossing and turning, trying to sleep was now a vain and destitute attempt. His head was buzzing with thoughts that he couldn't seem to be rid of - most of them containing you. Most of them ending in regret of not bending you over, hiking up your dress and giving into his instinctive primal urge of fucking you like an animal. Stephen was very level headed at the best of times but recently with you..he had been. ..messy. He was sure he was losing his mind when he heard a whine coming from the other room- your room. He heard a ‘’yes’’ following with a ‘’please.’’ Stephen opened his eyes slowly and stilled to fully register what he heard. Then he heard a breathless moan of ‘’Stephen, please…’’

His breath halted and he could feel his face drop into a serious expression. He tried to rationalise what he heard but he only came to one true conclusion: you were touching yourself. Fucking yourself with your fingers and pretending it was him. He could practically feel your moans thrum through the air but it wasn't enough. He could just go in there and finish the job for you preferably with his tongue. Jesus, he felt his cock harden with just the idea of his head between your legs, he had been agonising over tasting you. No. No! This was serious, he had to be professional, he had to. If Stephen fell in deep with you he would have no chance of getting out of it. He buried his head in his hands, a war in his mind over what his head wanted and what his heart wanted.

Either way, he wanted to fuck you. Make you cum. Make you cry with how damn good he was making you feel. Stephen wanted to do whatever you wanted him to do and more. He could do it all for you but he had to consider what life would be like after you were done here.

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange #doctor strange smut #doctor strange x female reader

[milkmansden]

Hello! Can you write a Yan. Anasui x reader? You can write it anyway you like. Hope you have a good day/night!

hi anon its nice to have my first ask you did not specify wich gender you wanted so im going to write non specific sorry this was late i had my notifications off

yandere anasui x gender neutral reader

-it was your first day at dolphin street prison you had been arrested for stealing a persons car while you were drunk

-when you entered to the prison you did not have enough money to call to your parents of other family members you

-got assigned to a cell with a prisoner with pink hair when you walked in he lifted his gase form his book

hello he said

oh hi i think im your new cellmate you anwsered kind of stressed

-he smiled at you and said im anasui whats your name

im y/n you anwsered

nice to meet you

-he hummed and proceeded to go back to his book while you started setting your things down

-after you had your bed set up suddendly you tripped over something not sure what

s-shit you said as you started falling face first

-you closed your eyes waiting for the pain but it never came you opened your eyes and saw you were being held up by a pair of arms

-it was anasui he span you around so you were facing him

your real clumsy arent you? he said in an almoust teasing voice

-you blushed from your faces being so close and pushed your self up

t-thanks for the help you said and he simled

your welcome he said in a sweet tone

-after that encounter you and anasui had become friends he helped you around in the prison getting to know things you should and should not do he also kept you safe from getting beat up he eaven gave you money to call your parents to tell how you have been

-after a week things have been going well you eaven found a guy you liked at the prison hes name was kevin you and kevin had gone out on dates (as much as you could in a prison)

back to your pov

-it had been a great week so far and you were walking down the prison halls returning to your cell suddendly you heard a sound it was like a scream but it ended in a gurgling noise you dicided to walk towards it to find out whats happening

-you entered the hall and what you saw was horrofying

-it was kevin but his limbs were bent out of shape it was if they were twisted into a spring like shape his jaw was streched out of his face one of his eyes was missing and his ribs were poking out of the sides of his body but strangley there was no blood present in the hall it was clean

-next you saw anasui he was smiling madly while choking the abomination that used to be your boyfriend

WHAT ARE YOU DOING you screamd while running towards your bofriend

-anasui let go and stepped away

a-are you ok what happened you were crying and shaking him

-suddendly anasuis foot dcrashed downon kevins head and kevins forehead inverted crushing his skull

-you tried to scream but he covered your mouth

what happened was that he was getting in our way and i got rid of him just for you

-you tried to speak but his hand kept bloking it

no dont speak honey i know he forced you to date him but your safe now with me forever he kept talking as he started dragging you off to your cell

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i hope you like this anon thank you for reading

#yandere #yandere jjba #yandere anasui

[ghostiex0]

This is kinda specific but- Spetsnaz boys (separately) who have a crush on the reader who’s already in relationship with a guy who’s kinda mean to them and doesn’t treat them like they should be treated. (Fem or gn reader- sorry if this is a uncomfy topic)

Thanks for the request, hope it did it some justice! I kept it kinda vague as well. Readers gender is never specified.

!!Some angst down below and triggering topics that come with being in a bad relationship; emotional abuse!!

Kapkan

- When Maxim first started developing feelings for you he was convinced they would go away soon enough.

- He was wrong. In fact, with time he just found himself falling for you more and more. Every word you said, he’s never listened to someone ramble about such mundane things so intensely.

- Maxim would figure out you’re in a relationship pretty quickly. He’s an observant guy. So he also noticed, that you didn’t seem to happy about it either.

- Immediately, he’s concerned. Why are you in a relationship, yet your body language is so… uncomfortable whenever it’s brought up.

- He could tell something was off with your partner the first time he met him. There was this overly fake charm he tried to produce. Things like that never worked on Kapkan.

- So when the day comes where he hears you around the corner, crying on the phone, he’s battling with himself on what to do.

- He feels wrong for ease dropping but didn’t want to waltz up while you were on the phone in such an emotional state.

- Finally when it seemed like the phone call was over as you leaned back, covering your tear stained face, he had to do something.

- Carefully approaching you, he’d try to gently tell your of his presence by calling your name. When you notice him he’d sit down by you and try his best to comfort you.

- He’s a bit stiff with emotional circumstances such as this and he’s pissed hearing about any of what you’re partner has said to you, but his protective nature takes over and he goes from there. He’s trying his best.

Glaz

- Another very observant man is Timur.

- Timur is observant and kind and gentle and sweet and funny and a whole lot better than your current man.

- It didn’t take long for Glaz to notice that you were unhappy in your relationship. There was a certain sadness that hurt even him.

- So when he receives a call in the middle of the night from you, he’s shooting up and answering it.

- He felt his chest tighten hearing you sound like you had just been sobbing to death. When he heard that you just wanted to be with him right now he immediately agreed, offering his house for you to stay at.

- As soon as you reached his house he was quick to usher you in. Getting you set up all cozy on his couch before asking if you wanted to talk about anything.

- When you wiped your eyes and just said you were tired he understood. Asking if you were comfortable enough before settling himself on his living room chair for the night.

- Timur’s a light sleeper so you’re phone blowing up with texts was more than enough to wake him. Seeing you were still asleep, he reached over to put your device on silent.

- Hes a curious person but he tries not to be nosy, maybe if you’re partner wasn’t saying such vile things his eyes wouldn’t have lingered so long on the texts. Reading through the notification after notification.

- He was angry and hurt for you. He didn’t want to break your trust though so he stopped and put the phone down, now on silent.

- Timur was going to make sure you wouldn’t go back to someone like that.

Fuze

- Shuhrat is more stand-off than his comrades and has tried to be in relationship before. His life is simply more complicated than most.

- Now, going out with some friends and comrades for drinks wasn’t new, but it was uncommon for you to show up. His heart skipped a few beats when he saw you.

- And then was crushed when he saw who you had brought with you. You were with someone else. Maybe that’s why you got so uncomfortable when your relationship was brought up. Maybe you knew Shuhrat had a thing for you and he had been the reason you’re uncomfortable.

- The thought made him internally crumble. But throughout the night you had tried to strike conversation with him repeatedly and when you weren’t doing that, you gave him these gazes he swears could feel in his bones.

- Shuhrat would slowly give in and look back. You giving nervous smiles to him in which he originally thought was pity.

- Until he noticed you were far more uncomfortable than usual. You wanted to talk to him but you never got up. It all really came together when your partner started to get annoyed with something. Hushed whispers and glares.

- Shuhrat felt he had gotten something very wrong as to why you were uncomfortable.

- Seeing you take a deep breath and excuse yourself out of the room, he followed his instincts and excused himself as well. As soon as he spotted you, he could tell you were obviously in distress.

- He’s probably the most guarded person you know, so having him approach you in worry should show just how much you mean to him.

- He’s able to peace together that you’re partner was nasty to you as you tried to stop crying with his comfort. He feels as though he should be relieved that you weren’t uncomfortable with him but he can’t seeing you so upset and hearing you some of the things your partner did to you.

- Shuhrat is not leaving your side and making sure your to be ex-partner knows that.

Tachanka

- Alexsandr’s got a good amount of relationship experience under his belt. A marriage, kids, other flings, he knows how it’s supposed to go.

- Whatever’s going on with you doesn’t fit his standards to say the least.

- The worst part is, he knows you’re not even happy. He can see it even when he doesn’t bring it up.

- He didn’t think he’d want such a solid foundation with someone due to his age and profession, but he would happy start one with you.

- But you’re with some asshole.

- Alex is one of the most protective people you’d ever meet in your life. He hopes you know that if you ever needed it, he would instantly be there for you. Especially since he’s taken such a liking to you.

- There was something about this time. The way his arms wrapped around you in such a tight and protective hug, just made everything tumble out.

- Tears just pouring down your face as you held onto him, his larger frame holding you close to him as he tried to soothe you.

- It was all too much and boiled over. The thought of having to leave Alexsandr, who was so loving to you, just to go see them just broke you.

- Alexsandr let you take all the time you needed. It broke his heart seeing you so distraught but he was here for you now. And you were never going to have to see that asshole again.

#r6s #r6 #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #r6 Spetsnaz #Glaz x reader #Kapkan x reader #tachanka x reader #fuze x reader #fuze #tachanka #Kapkan #glaz #headcanons

[kaermorhenatnight]

Maybe I just convinced myself it's love

18+ MDI!! NSFW

lambert x bard!reader, reader is fem, she/her pronouns, no “y/n” used

word count | 3.8k

warnings | smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, spell-vibrator,

A/N | The song used is partly translation of song “Luna Srebrnooka” by Magda Umer (second verse) and partly just inspired by it, can be sang to the tune of that song. I had game Lambert in mind but I don’t specify. Still not very confident about my writing I will accept all feedback!! 

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You don’t really like the crowd today. They seem to be a bit too prude to enjoy your more spicy lyrics and somehow obscene enough to send you disgustingly lewd looks during the more decent ones. One man even tries to pull up your skirt as you’re passing by, but, fortunately, The Kingfisher Inn is a respectable tavern, where acts like this are punished by a broken nose and a toss into the mud outside.

One last song and you can go upstairs, take a well-deserved bath that is being prepared just now and then fall asleep with a wine glass in your hand. You go through the list of songs in your head, thinking about what you could perform to properly frame your entire performance. You take a sip of mead that's a little bit too weak.

‘Do you take song requests, lass?’ a voice from behind you asks. 

‘I’m afraid not, love, I—’ you start, turning around before your mind registers the familiarity of that voice. You can’t withhold a small, happy whimper, when you see Lambert, looking, as always, a little scruffy, his armor covered in dark spots of dried blood. He’s leaning on a table nonchalantly. ‘Good to see you, Wolf.’ You walk up to him, a bit too fast to pretend you’re at least a little bit indifferent to seeing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his big hand cupping your buttcheek. ‘If I knew you were in Novigrad I would have worn a sluttier shirt,’ you whisper in his ear, firmly guiding his hand from your ass to your lower back. You back away a bit to look at his face, but still can’t find it in yourself to take your hands off his shoulders.

‘Yes, this one is hideous, you should definitely take it off,’ Lambert teases, very obviously looking at your breasts, gorgeously accentuated by your favorite corset. 

‘I will. Right after this song. In my room.’ You take a step back and take your lute from the table. ‘And you're welcome to join me there,’ you add, smiling seductively at him over your shoulder.

Even though you both traveled a lot, fate always seemed to bring the two of you together at least once a year. 

The first time it happened, a few years back in Oxenfurt, you didn't like him very much. He was impolite, self-centered, grouchy and, to be honest, smelled terrible. But he was also handsome and seemed to be impressed by your performance and weirdly infatuated with you, just showing it in his own, rude way. You were bored with sleeping with bards, other artists, and boring nobles and decided to spend a night with Lambert. You feared this might be a mistake. He was a witcher after all. A brute, barely human anymore, and on top of all that, an arsehole. You thought he might just unceremoniously throw you on the bed, screw you and then fall asleep within seconds, never giving a thought to whether you are enjoying it or not. To your surprise, the first thing he did was order a bath in his room because he knew it probably bothered you that he “smells like a fiend's shit”. You spent a long time in the warm water together, him covering your neck and breast with open-mouthed kisses and constantly complimenting your body in an awkward but oddly endearing way. He didn’t let you sleep that night. 

The second time it was in a small inn in the middle of nowhere, Nilfgard. You were the last person he expected to meet there and seemed sincerely happy to see you. On that evening, he ate you out like his life depended on it and made you cum four times before he even took his pants off. And then a few more times after he did. The innkeeper knew both of your first names by the morning even though neither of you introduced yourselves when you checked in.

At some point, your body started adding butterflies fluttering in your stomach to the hot yearning in your abdomen you felt every time you saw him. It might have been because of this warm spark in his eyes that welcomed you in the morning or maybe the way he had to adjust to small gestures of gentleness you offered him. Whether it was delicate scratching on the back, scalp massage, or small kisses you littered his chest with, for a long time he seemed startled by them, like no one ever treated him with such tenderness. Maybe it was the way his face lightened up when you wanted to talk to him about poetry or music instead of monsters and death. You even gifted him a small notebook, where you have written down all of your favorite poems and the next time you met, he knew most of them by heart. You couldn't know that he tried real hard to learn them quickly, opening the notebook only for short periods of time, to preserve the smell of your perfume that soaked into the pages. You also couldn't know he searched for you at each inn he stayed at. And felt you in every song he heard. You couldn't know that.

So your romantic soul was regularly being tempered by your pretty practical mind. You knew better than to expect some kind of exclusivity or stability from him.

After all, he was still a witcher.

‘Break a leg!’ he yells as you walk back on the stage. A few guests send him a disapproving look and you can’t help but smile at their discontent. Lambert leans against the wall in the corner and smiles softly at you. You know what song you’re going to sing. 

Silver moon slides through the night sky, hearing my voice cry here,

We’re alone between the clouds, still yearning for the dawn

Lay your head down on my lap and let the sleep come, my dear

Both so grateful and so sorry we were ever born

It seems like you finally found a common language with your audience. For a moment you see how many of them are just as tired as you are and just as lonely. A group of men in the corner stopped loudly talking like they did during the entirety of your performance until now, and now sit quietly, aggressively silencing other people who might be as much as whispering something too loud.

Hear a laughter in the darkness, quiet, strange and brittle

Smell the mint and marjoram, smell lilac and wild clove

You can't resist the urge to look at Lambert, feeling that humiliating softness you have for him overflowing you.

On a night like this we all love somebody a little

Or we just convince ourselves that it is in fact love

One lady who kept making comments to her friend while peeking at you and laughing with a mean smirk on her face now stares yearningly at her friend’s red lips and her eyes water a little. 

Head already spinning even though it's really early

Fluttering heartbeat loud like a heavy iron bell

Taste of vodka, blood, regret between our two tongues twirling 

All the reasons to die, to live, to go or to stay

Your eyes wander between guests. Most of them stare into the distance or lean against each other, a melancholically romantic mood spreading throughout the entire tavern. 

The old fountain whispers lies, makes me blush through the curtain

Bit too sure about this or maybe not sure enough

Wonder if that smile is honest, I am not so certain

But I certainly don't want to risk and call your bluff.

Applause is not very loud but it’s okay. Most guests start closing their tabs and preparing to leave. If they’re lucky, with someone. You slowly walk off the stage, not saying anything to officially finish off. No words seem appropriate now.

You look around while slowly walking towards the staircase. Lambert approaches you, a bag on his shoulder.

‘That was a new one, wasn’t it?’ he asks, pointing vaguely in the direction of the stage.

‘Yes, I wrote it last winter.’ Right after our last time together, you don’t dare to say out loud.

‘I like it.’ He puts his arm around you and you both start walking up the stairs towards your room. ‘But I must admit, not as much as I like the way you are all hot and bothered now,’ he adds quietly and then inhales sharply. ‘Fuck, is all that excitement I can smell for me?’

‘Actually,’ you smile mischievously, ‘it was for a lady at the table by the window, but since she left, you will suffice.’

‘Well, I hoped Essi Daven would be performing tonight, but I guess you will do.’

You both chuckle as you reach your room. You got it as a part of your payment for performing so it was not the best room in The Kingfisher Inn but it was enough. The bed was big, a view from the window acceptable and the water in the bath you ordered was warm and nice.

‘Make yourself at home,’ you say and immediately hear a thump of a bag hitting the floor and feel two big hands digging into your hips and pulling you into a hug from behind.

‘I missed you,’ Lambert mumbles already kissing your neck ‘and those delicious thighs of yours.’ His fingers dig deeper into your warm flesh through your skirt and he presses himself against your back more firmly. You can feel his erection against your butt. ‘You make me so hard’ he groans against the skin on your shoulder, pushing your shirt out of the way. His hands start untying your corset to get you naked as soon as possible. As it falls on the floor, you turn around and start working on removing his clothes.

He got a few new scars since the last time you saw him. One really big one right under his collarbone. You trace it with your fingers. He trembles a little.

‘Actually, I think it is a bit too small for both of us to fit in there,’ you say, as Lambert slowly guides you towards the tub. 

‘Oh we’ll fit, don’t worry.’

You do, in fact, fit. You have to sit astride on Lamber’s lap but that is one of your favorite ways to enjoy a bath in anyway. His hands explore your chest, massaging your breasts gently, as you wash his hair, trying really hard not to get soap in his eyes. He strokes your breasts, his calloused, hard fingers scraping a little bit against your skin. 

‘How come each time I look at you, you get prettier?’

You blush and let out an embarrassingly honest giggle. Drops of water shine on Lambert's muscular shoulders, glistering with the light of candles on the walls. His dick is throbbing at your core, his hands all over you. But sex in the tub this small wouldn't really be comfortable. You both finish washing yourselves and get out, drying yourselves with towels. You keep peeking at him, his muscles tense under the mosaic of scars, the lovely path of coarse hair from his belly button down to his hard cock, the unhinged expression in his cat-like eyes. You can't resist the urge to touch his dick. He moans quietly as you curl your fingers around the shaft. 

‘Fuck yes, touch me,’ he mutters, tangling his hand into your hair. ‘Do you want it inside of you?’

‘Yes, so badly.’ You can barely control your lust. Everything about this man makes your insides burn, empty of him. You give him a firm jerk, he closes his eyes and licks his lips. You press your body against his, enjoying every square inch of skin to skin contact. He pulls your face up by the hair, pressing your lips to his, sighing heavily as you smear precum on the tip of his cock. He throbs in your hand.

‘You’re so gorgeous,’ Lambert mumbles. ‘And you smell so fucking good.’ He nudges your hand away and picks you up by your waist. He places you gently on the bed, and leans over you, placing a trail of kisses gently along your leg, covering it with goosebumps. He stops right over your pussy. ‘Do you know what you're doing to me?’ he almost growls, leaving sloppy kisses on the insides of your thighs, pushing your legs wider apart. ‘A mere thought of tasting you on my tongue drives me insane. I can’t focus on anything. All I want is your cunt on my face.’ His mouth gets closer to your pussy but then moves away right before he reaches it, teasing you ruthlessly.

‘Lambert… Lambert, please,’ you whimper, trying to move your pussy closer to him, but he puts his hand on your pelvis and firmly pins you in place. 

‘So eager. So needy…’ he mumbles and you feel his hot breath between your legs. ‘Gods, I missed you so much,’ the words leave his mouth right before he dives down into you, going straight for your clit, sucking on it. The intensity of sensations attacking you flashes in white before your eyes. A litany of broken moans and whimpers tumbles from your lips. You mindlessly run your fingers through his hair and push his head even closer to you. He licks down along your slit and thrusts his tongue into your entrance. “Fuck”s and “Gods”s escape your mouth like a heretic prayer.

Suddenly Lambert pulls away but before you lift your head to see what happened, a pleasure you never even imagined strikes you. A vibration travels from your abdomen through your entire body, touching even the tips of your fingers. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your back arches, head digs into the mattress. Before the lingering feeling fully fades away, another wave hits you, vibration absolutely shattering every nerve in your body. Orgasm takes you by surprise, the usually slow build-up happens in a fraction of a second, shaking you to the core. You let out a shriek, one that you would never suspect could be born in your throat. A warm ball of pleasure pulsates in your abdomen, then slowly starts to weaken. You breath heavily, your muscles relaxing after the climax. Vibrations stop. You slowly rise, leaning on your forearms, and see Lambert between your legs with a giant smirk on his face, his chest moving a bit faster than usual.

‘What was that?’ you whisper, trying hard to calm your breath. 

‘You like it?’. The question is rude as if he didn't just see you have the most intense orgasm in your life. He strokes your leg lazily. 

‘I loved it, but what was it?’

‘I told you about the Signs? Igni, Quen, Aard, y'know?’ He looks at you waiting for confirmation. You nod your head impatiently. ‘So, if I do Aard a few times in a row, very fast, it creates a vibration. And if I'm doing it very lightly, I can not only actually do it a few times in a row and not pass out, but also use it for much more pleasurable activities than fighting.’ He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your thigh. ‘It is still a bit fatiguing since it's a spell and all, but fuck… the way you looked, the way you sounded… it's worth it.’

Before you manage to say something in response, you hear knocking.

‘Um— Miss? Is everything alright?’ a voice from behind the door asks, seems sincerely worried. You recognize the innkeeper. You try to get up, but your body is still processing what just happened to it. ‘Miss? The guests informed me there was a scream—’ 

‘Yes, I’m alright!’ you say loudly. ‘I just, uh, fell!’ Lambert chokes on a laugh at your ridiculously bad lie.

‘Alright then, miss. Do you need anything?’

‘Nothing, thank you! And sorry for the noise, I will make sure to keep it down.’

‘Thank you, miss.’ You hear footsteps going away from the door.

‘You need to be more careful, miss,’ Lambert giggles, climbing up the bed to level his body with yours and laying next to you. ‘Next time you fall, I might not be there to catch you.’

You cut off his laughter by pulling him closer by his medallion into a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and moan at the memory of the pleasure he gave you. 

His hands lazily wander around your body. He tenderly traces stretch marks on your breasts and butt with his fingers. You told him once you don't like them and now he makes sure to always let you know that he absolutely adores them.

‘Lambert?’ you whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling back from the kiss. He smiles. 

‘What?’ A strand of his hair tickles his forehead. ‘What does my goddess have to say to her humble yet very handsome servant?’ He smiles at you, enjoying the way you blush at his words.

But you can't say it, can you? I think I love you? That's ridiculous! Or maybe I just convinced myself it's love? ‘Did you really like my song?’ you ask, stroking the scar on his cheek. Maybe he will understand you without needing to say it?

‘I wouldn't be here fucking a bad bard into tomorrow, would I?’ He didn't.

You just smile and pull him into a kiss again. His hand slides down to your pussy and he thrusts a finger into you. Your inside offers no resistance to him, slick dripping from you.

‘Lambert,’ you moan, any melancholic and sad thoughts sinking into oblivion, as the hot ball of excitement fills you again. ‘Your cock. Please.’ He pulls his fingers out. You caress his cheekbones with your thumbs, pulling yourself closer to him, feeling his hard dick against your abdomen. ‘Please—’

‘Since you asked so nicely…’ the witcher grins proudly, his ego boosted by you begging for him, guiding himself to your entrance. He slides into you, forcing a sharp breath out of your lungs, and then firmly grabs your thighs. ‘Hold on,’ he commands as he's rolling onto his back, with you still on his cock, now straddling him. 

He tries to pick you up by your hips, but you push his hands away. He obediently puts them behind his head, accidentally – or actually pretty purposefully – showing off the amazing muscles in his arms. He smirks as you start rolling your pelvis, your body like a wave. It makes his hard cock press against your walls in a gentle, yet very satisfying way, both his and your pubic hair tingling the area around your clit lightly. 

‘My pretty girl,’ he whispers, reaching to you with one hand and caressing your thigh. ‘I dream about fucking you every night. You're taking me so well.’ He closes his eyes and his hand moves up to your clit. ‘I fucking love you so much and I want you to cum on my cock.’ 

Before your brain manages to realize what he just said, his fingers form the Aard sign, relax and form Aard again and again. Vibrations hit you, another climax starts building up. You tilt your head back and start moving faster, chasing your high, your mind overflowing with hot waves of pleasure. 

‘I am so close, Lambert,’ you whisper, leaning forward, placing your hands on his chest, trying hard with everything you have to last longer, to let this pleasure continue, but you can't. You clench around him as you orgasm, moaning, biting down on your hand to muffle sounds falling from your mouth. He follows just behind you, his hot cum starts dripping from you.

As your muscles relax, you lie down on Lambert's chest. He strokes your back and kisses your forehead. He’s still inside you, sperm slowly drips on your abdomen.

‘Aard just became my favorite sign,’ he says, smirking.

‘Mine too.’

You slowly get up and clean yourselves up. You can't stop thinking about this small sentence he said, trying to convince yourself he didn't really mean that, and your heart beating so fast because of that is, to be honest, a bit pathetic.

‘Your stamina is getting worse, dove,’ Lambert giggles as he pulls up his small clothes. ‘It's been a few minutes and your pulse is still through the roof. You're growing old.’

A burst of drunken laughter, high pitched and soft, slides into the room from the outside.

‘Someone's having a fun night,’ you comment, walking up to the window, pulling your shirt on. You try to change the subject and calm your heart a little. You can't see anyone, the owner of the voice you heard, must have already walked out of view. 

You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and immediately after that Lambert's body heat right behind you. Your heart doesn't even consider beating slower.

‘I like Novigrad,’ Lambert says, stroking your arm lazily. ‘It's so… raw. And honest. And doesn't even stink that much.’

‘You should see Beauclair,’ you sigh and lean on the window frame. ‘It's beautiful. So colorful. So lively.’

‘Maybe we can go there.’ You are pretty sure he looks at you, but you don’t dare to check. ‘You could show me every back alley we can hide in to make love.’ This time you turn. A mischievous smile crosses his face as you blush under his lewd sight.

‘And then we could even make love in prison after we get arrested for public indecency,’ you laugh, trying to not sink into this warm feeling of safety and stability that his presence imitates.

‘I’m serious.’ Lambert gently strokes your jaw with two fingers, turning your face towards him lightly. ‘I just finished a really good contract. I have a lot of money to spend I want to spend it with you. Let’s go to Beauclair. I promise I will try to limit sleeping on the ground on our way there to a minimum.

Oh, I could sleep on the ground all winter if only you were next to me, you think to yourself.  

‘Since you asked so nicely… Alright,’ you say after a few moments of silence. ‘Let’s go to Toussaint.’

‘Great!’ Lambert puts his arms around your waist and picks you up, spinning you around a little too excitedly. ‘That’s really great, dove.’ He puts you down and crashes his lips on yours. ‘I can’t believe,’ he mumbles between kisses ‘that I will be able to do this every day.’

‘You will be able to do much more.’ You smile against his mouth, cupping his cock with your hand through the thin fabric of underwear. It is hard again.

Neither of you got any sleep that night. The next few nights didn't really bring you any rest either. Sleeping on the ground turns out to be pretty romantic when you have the right company.

#lambert #witcher #witcher 3 #lambert smut #lambert witcher #witcher fanfiction #lambert x reader #game!lambert #netflix!lambert

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"star" for the directors commentary thing (i don't know how to emoji on desktop)

fanfic directors cut || always open

paper rings

+1 to fics that are named after taylor swift songs. even though it feels like the obvious name (it's literally the first song on my nalu playlist) i didn't actually figure out the name for it until maybe 3/4 of the way through writing it, that being said that's still earlier than i usually name them which is usually right before i post it

the request specified private and unexpected and then told me to run with it and i did. the first idea i had for it was like, coming home from a mission, winding down and getting into bed together when he asks. i don't really have a reason as to why i didn't go with that idea aside from it just wasn't coming to me. the concept i went with came so hard and fast i wrote half of it in like less than an hour? i blacked out and wrote 600 words in 20 minutes which was a record for me

By the time she stepped out, she was clad in nothing but a fluffy towel to cover her body—something that years ago would have earned him a Lucy Kick to the jaw if he even thought about looking at. She had grown more comfortable with it these days, now that he had seen every inch of what was underneath of her own volition.

lucy growing comfortable with natsu my beloved <3 she's got this whole thing in canon about like. staying untouched for marriage or whatever. well here she and natsu have definitely already had lots of freaky sex because she already knows that he's the one for her and they're going to spend the rest of their lives together because there really is no one else for her

What did you get us?" She asked, already feeling the itch of hunger settle in from the long day behind them. "Thai," he replied, gesturing to the bags of food that sat on the coffee table across from him. "Thank you," she said, as she took a detour on the way to her bedroom to place a kiss on the top of his head. "You’re the best."

them having thai food implies the existence of thailand in canonverse. if you read this and thought that this was an oversight, it only kind of was because i thought about it, got too lazy to think of any other ways to rectify it and just hoped no one would question it. and no one did (to my face anyway)

She had abandoned her day clothes for something comfier for their night in: a baggy t-shirt (one that he could have sworn belonged to him a few years back but now smelt too much like Lucy that he couldn’t really tell) and a pair of soft cotton shorts, with her hair held in a loose ponytail behind her back. She looked pretty like that, he thought. Comfortable. Like she didn’t feel like she had to try hard with him. It made an unusual warmth spread throughout his body, knowing that the ever prim, proper, and refined Lucy was unafraid to be a little lazy and a little messy around him.

t-shirt stealing gf lucy real. i love the idea of lucy taking this shirt (probably before they're dating) and she just designates that as her lazy shirt. it's comfy and it smells like natsu (for a while, at least). she wears the thing so much that it's not natsu's anymore, it's hers. i could have probably written something something possessive natsu likes seeing her in his shirt, but i think it's cute and vaguely amusing that he's only like, partially sure that it was his shirt once. either way, he likes seeing her in it because it's a side of her that only he gets to see because she's just so entirely comfortable around him

"Is yours spicy?" Lucy asked, eyeing up his curry like she wanted a taste. "No, not really," he shrugged. "Can I try some?"

it's not spicy to him. lucy should really know better by now

He held his food out to her, an offer he would never extend to anyone but Lucy, and she helped herself to a generous spoonful before giving it a taste.

headcanon that natsu would only ever share his food with lucy and happy. the first time anyone sees him let her take any food off of his plate or even offer her his food of his own volition, they're like what the fuck who is this guy and what has he done with natsu. sharing his food is his love language and there isn't anyone he loves more than lucy (and happy)

Almost immediately, her face began to turn red, and she began to cough and sputter as she scrambled for her water. She gripped at her glass as though it were the last thing keeping her alive, and she chugged the entire contents in one go as Natsu howled in laughter. Part of him, deep down, felt a little bad for her, but his Lucy was smart enough to know by now that their definitions of spicy were vastly different.

yeah it's sure an unexpected proposal when it comes right on the heels of lucy absolutely scorching her mouth. they're just being silly and domestic and of course since he knows she's not in any real danger he's so making fun of her for it. it's especially funny to him because he know she should know better but she doesn't

also his lucy his lucy his lucy <33333

It seemed karma immediately caught her back when she spilled a glob of her own food right on her shirt, eliciting another howling cackle from Natsu as she pouted over the front of her favourite comfy shirt being ruined. Had there been others around, she might have been mortified over it, immediately scrambling to clean herself up, but considering she was just with Natsu, who had spilled more food on his clothes than an average person might eat in their entire lifespan, she didn’t feel so compelled to do so.

more of them just being comfortable and domestic. with the way that natsu eats it's a miracle that he's not constantly covered in food stains

writing this i was thinking about the scene from brooklyn 99 where jake realises he wants to marry amy when she points out a typo in the crossword puzzle and i wanted to capture that sort of feeling of absolute mundanity that leads to knowing

"Hey Lucy?" "Yeah?" She murmured into his neck. "Do you want to get married?"

unlike the peraltiago proposal, natsu doesn't plan anything fancy or anything at all. he's an impatient man and he's going to ask right there because he doesn't want to have to wait to hear her answer

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" She asked, curious where this had come from when marriage wasn’t something she was even sure Natsu was interested in. "Because I want to get married to you," he stated plainly, as if he weren’t just asking her the question that she had spent her entire life waiting to hear, even if it was in his weird, roundabout way. She stared at him for a moment, searching in his eyes for some sort of indication of what exactly he meant. As well as she thought she knew him, he always remained inscrutable to her in moments like these. "Natsu, are you... proposing?" She asked, still uncertain of what exactly his intentions were in asking.

note how natsu says "Do you want to get married?" and "Because I want to get married to you," and not "will you marry me" because there's nothing traditional about this proposal. he's asking her in his own weird way by telling her that he wants to marry her. it's not like natsu was seeing many proposals in his life so he doesn't really know how they're "supposed" to go, but it wouldn't really be a natsu proposal if he didn't break a couple of rules along the way

"You guess so? Natsu, that’s not how you’re supposed to propose to someone. There’s rules and rituals." "Alright, then teach me." "Teach you?" "Tell me how I’m supposed to propose to you," he said, bluntly, his gaze completely serious. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it right. The way his Lucy wanted.

+1 to his lucy count

natsu doesn't really have any stakes in how he proposes, he just has an answer he wants at the end. if there's a specific way lucy wants him to propose to her, he wants to know so he can make her happy

"Well... first you get down on one knee," she began, avoiding his gaze to try and hide any of the nerves that she was beginning to feel. "And then you take out the ring and ask if she’ll marry you…" Any settling of her heartbeat had long since been undone, her heart thumping so loud that she was certain he could hear it. "And when she says yes, you put the ring on her left ring finger." Following her directions, Natsu shifted her out of his lap and got down onto one knee before her. "Like this?"  He asked, gently grasping her hand to pull her attention back to him. "Yeah," she breathed. "Like that."

"like this?" "yeah, like that." is literally my favourite line in this fic, perhaps one of my favourite pieces of dialogue i have ever written? idk i could just see this scene playing out so vividly in my mind and i can only hope i could convey it as well as i could see it. i just have this image of natsu holding her hand and looking up at her so gentle like am i doing this right? and lucy being absolutely breathless at the sight, her heart racing so fast because he's proposing to her

"I don’t have a ring," he frowned, running his thumb over her bare fingers, noting how depressingly naked they looked, considering the circumstances. Rather than dwelling on it for long, instead, he found himself removing his scarf before placing it over her shoulders and winding it gently around her neck. Once he was satisfied, he got back down on one knee and grinned up at her.

i dwelled on this for a while because i knew that natsu wasn't going to wait to get a ring so he had to propose with something he had on him. i ran over a couple options but sometimes the best option is the most obvious one. it's,,, kind of ring like? but obviously the more important part is that natsu isn't going to let just anyone wear his scarf but lucy is on the list of people he would willingly let wear it. it symbolises his old family and now he's letting the woman who's about to become his new family wear it

"So? Are we gonna get married?" He asked, antsy for all this formal stuff to be over so they could get to the good part. "Y-you’re supposed to wait until she says yes to put the ring on," she explained once she understood what he was trying to do. "But you were gonna say yes, right?" "Of course I was gonna say yes, but-"

natsu's really trying his best to do it the way lucy wants it to be done, but he's still putting in all his tricks and twists. he knows that she's going to say yes, because they've already promised they're going to be together forever, he just needs to hear it so they can get married

"Great! Let’s get married, right now!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and grabbing her hands, ready to pull her up and take her to the nearest courthouse, only to be met with resistance as Lucy held herself down to the couch. "W-what! No wait!" She cried out in protest. "If we’re going to get married, I want a real wedding, at the guild, with everyone there," she began. "And I want a dress, and a bouquet, and-" She stopped in her tracks before she could let herself get carried away, realising that there was still something missing. "And well… you haven’t even properly asked me yet."

he's a little confused but he got the spirit. lucy would get married to him right there and then but they've got a big family with whom lucy wants to share in their love with. plus getting to wear a pretty dress and walk down the aisle is a bonus.

natsu gets so carried away trying to get a yes out of her that he forgets to just ask which is doing the opposite of what he wants

Getting back on his knee, Natsu intertwined his fingers with hers and looked up at her, her face all flushed and flustered, just the way he thought she looked the cutest. "Lucy, will ya marry me?" He asked, a grin spreading from ear to ear as he awaited her inevitable yes. "Yes, Natsu, of course I’ll marry you."

WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. sorry i don't have any commentary they're just in love

With a loud whoop, Natsu jumped to his feet, bringing Lucy up with him, who let out a squeal of surprise at his sudden enthusiasm. In a moment of joy and passion, he leaned down to encase her lips with his own in a kiss that she eagerly responded to. "Ow! Ow! Hot!" Lucy cried, her mistake immediately dawning on her as she tasted the lingering spice on his tongue, shoving him away from her as she frantically reached for her drink once more. "You did that on purpose!" She accused between sips, pouting that she had once again fallen victim to her partner’s wildly high spice tolerance. "You were the one who went in with tongue!" He retorted, not wanting to take responsibility for his fiancée’s suffering when all he wanted was a kiss.

the banter does not stop even after a proposal. just because they're engaged does not mean they're going to stop being silly goofballs together

natsu immediately thinking her as his fiancée got me so fucking emo. tHEY'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED

She childishly responded by blowing a raspberry in his direction before going back to nursing her burning tongue. There was no holding back the loud chortle Natsu let out at her reaction, and soon his arms were wrapped around her in a gleeful bear hug that had Lucy’s drink sloshing over the lip of her mug as she let out a surprised squeal. This is what he wanted. Forever, until death do they part.

he just wants to grow old with her and spend forever being stupid and silly and adventuring together and laughing together

that "until death do they part" line was originally waaayyy wayyyy earlier on in the fic because it's thematically appropriate but then sort of last minute i decided it would be better as an ending line and that was the correct choice because it just goes so hard???

i had so much fun writing this it's just so fun and cute and i hope you all had fun reading it

#mya's mumbles #mya writes things #im SO sorry i got this like a week ago but i also got #so many that i got overwhelmed and then forgot to reply to any of them #im sorry i was born stupid #long post

[babyjakes]

no better way. [blurb.]

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summary | when steve finds out your true feelings about christmas, he does his best to make your first holiday together special.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!steve, little!reader), mentions of difficult past (not specified/no details), reader is in emotional distress, hurt/comfort, softsoftsoft steve <33

word count | 993

an | hi sweet friends, merry christmas and happy holidays <3 here is my present to you all; i know that for many of us this time of year can bring up a lot of feelings and memories so i’m hoping this fic can be a source of comfort for anyone who needs it. i did my best to make it as versatile as possible, this way hopefully lots of you can find some comfort here. hope you’re all well, safe, and at peace this christmas.

“Y/n, you in there?” At the sound of Steve’s voice calling through the bedroom door accompanied by a faint knock against the wood, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you sit amongst the mess of pillows and blankets on the bed, knees tucked against your chest as your body all but collapses in on itself. “We should probably start getting ready for the party; Stark said food’s starting around five.”

Clutching your prized stuffed bear to your chest, you swallow down a lump in your throat, eyes darting over to the door as it opens to reveal the tall blonde man, his face contorting into a frown when he spots you balled up and shaking. “Sweetheart? Hey- what’s the matter?” he coos as he makes his way over to the bed, his brow furrowed in concern as he lowers himself down carefully beside you.

Lowering your head, you struggle to find your voice. Your mind feels heavy, full of swirling thoughts and a brutal throbbing you can’t seem to shake. Steve’s worry only continues to grow as he watches your eyes fill with tears; reaching out a hand, he gently places it on your back, rubbing in slow, soothing circles. “Y/n,” he murmurs carefully, lowering his head in an attempt to catch your gaze, “can you tell me what’s up, pretty girl? Daddy just wants to help you, darlin’. Gotta tell me what’s on your mind so I can try to make it better.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, bottom lip puffing out slightly in embarrassment. Glancing at the clock, you curse at yourself silently, realizing there’s no way you won’t be late to Stark’s party at this rate. “I-I know we’re s'ppose to be leaving soon,” you sniffle, causing Steve to shake his head as he continues to rub your back, “d-didn’t mean to make us late, I-”

“Hey, hey, hey- that’s okay, babydoll. Don’t you worry about that, alright? We can show up whenever we want, or we don’t have to go at all. Whatever you want, princess. This is our Christmas Eve; Tony throws parties all the time.”

Against your best efforts to keep from crying, a single tear manages to escape, making its way down your cheek before you’re able to do anything to stop it. Huffing in frustration with yourself, you wipe it away harshly, only for your hand to be covered by Steve’s much larger one, tenderly easing your fingers away from your irritated flesh. “Easy, sweetheart. Gotta be gentle with yourself. Can you tell me what’s goin’ on? I thought you were excited to go tonight; you went out and found that pretty dress with Nat and everything.”

Sighing, your shoulders collapse a bit further; though you know your daddy is exceptionally patient and understanding, you’re still struggling to find the courage to tell him what’s been on your mind. “I just…” you try, another round of tears building as you shake your head. “I-I just don’t like Christmas,” you finally admit. “Well- no, I-I do, I just… I don’t know. It just always makes me think of…” As your voice trails off into the silence of the room, a knowing look forms on Steve’s face as he nods thoughtfully, clearly understanding what you’re trying to say. After knowing you for most of the year and slowly gaining your trust over those several months, he’s come to learn of many of the hardships you faced growing up, and it makes complete sense to him why this time of year might be difficult given your circumstances.

“Oh y/n… I’m so sorry,” he whispers, taking your hands in both of his as his eyes finally meet yours. “I didn’t even think of that- I’m sorry, princess. That’s a lot to be thinking of and feeling, isn’t it?” Sucking in a shaky breath, you nod, doing your best to not completely fall apart as Steve pulls you over onto his lap, wrapping you up in his strong, loving arms. “Come here, sweet girl,” he hums as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, your tears slowly making their way down his shoulder, forming a wet patch on the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Shhh, it’s okay, y/n,” he soothes, gently rocking you back and forth as you sniffle, mumbling an apology against his warm skin. “No, little one. None of that, no need for sorry’s. You never have to apologize for having big feelings, okay? I know it’s hard, sweetheart. How can I help?”

“D-do you think… would it b-be okay if we stayed home?” you ask carefully, lifting your head sheepishly to meet the man’s gaze. Stroking your hair back behind your ear, Steve smiles softly at you, nodding.

“Of course that’s okay, princess. We’ll have a nice night in, yeah? Just you and me. We can turn on the fireplace, get nice and comfy, maybe snuggle up on the couch and watch some movies- how does that sound?”

“Yes please,” you nod, liking the sound of a quiet night in with Steve much more than a wild party over at the Stark Tower. “A-and maybe we can have some hot chocolate?”

“Good idea, doll. I can whip us up some easy on the stove, with plenty of marshmallows, of course, know how much you love those candy cane ones we got. We have Christmas cookies from Bucky, too; those would be good to snack on.”

“Mmm,” you hum, remembering the big box of treats your daddy’s friend had brought over earlier in the week. “Think he had peanut butter kisses in there,” you smile shyly. “You like those best, right Daddy?”

“You know me so well,” Steve beams with pride as he plants a kiss on your nose, bringing a hand in to cup your cheek. “Okay lovebug, you got yourself a deal. I can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve than a cozy night in with my best girl.”

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[majoraop]

The Young Revolutionary

Chapter 3 KOALA’S FIRST IMPRESSION of the Commanders is... mixed.   So, there is a crow-looking man, a timid giant girl, and... a raccoon? No, he looks more like a cat.   The most normal-looking Commander is a woman in a mini skirt and a knowing expression.   She isn’t wearing a bra... I should try that, too. Bras are mortal traps: I would feel more comfortable without them.   Koala’s face burns. Who is she kidding? She isn’t confident enough to be as bold as that woman.   Luckily, Dragon ignores her embarrassment and welcomes her with a nod (he also sighs slightly; Koala wonders why).   “So, this is the new girl,” the purple-haired woman speaks up. She is chewing a cigarette between her red lips while staring at Koala.   “Don’t be hard on her, Betty-chan...” the tall, portly girl admonishes the fellow Commander. “We must be nice between us women.” Despite her beard and long moustache, her mannerism is undoubtedly feminine.   “Sure, Morley,” Betty puts her glasses back. Then, she grins at Koala. “I bet Rin already told you about Sabo, right?”   “Well, more or less...” Koala glances at Rin nervously, but he just flashes her one of his whimsical smiles without adding anything.   “...”   “How many times do I need to remind you to turn your mic on, Karasu?” the cat addresses the tall bird-man with a hint of exasperation.   The eyes of the crow-looking Commander enlarge slightly. Then, he presses a button on the mask that covers his face. “Thank you, Lindbergh.” The tall man’s voice can finally be heard as he nods at the cat—a Mink, probably. Then, bird-man turns to Rin. “How long are you planning to keep this nonsense up?”   Confused, Koala glances at Rin again. He is still smiling.   “We don’t have time for this, Sabo...” Dragon finally speaks up, sighing more openly this second time around.   ...Sabo?   Koala tenses. She starts to turn her head to check if Sabo has crossed the door, but she doesn’t need to: the person she has yearned to meet is right beside her.   “At last.” Karasu rolls his eyes.   Koala is at a loss for words.   Where is Rin?   Then, she recognises the smile on Sabo’s face. The only difference is the missing tooth.   What the heck is happening here?!   Sabo turns and bows, looking a bit clumsy. “Sorry, Koala.”   Is he trying to imitate someone with actual manners?   Koala would be amused if she weren’t already baffled.   Straightening his back, Sabo adds, “I didn’t want to trick you.”   “He’s telling the truth.” Betty walks up to the only window in the office, opens it, and lights her cigarette. “He always does that around new revolutionaries.”   “It’s his way to test people’s sincerity,” explains Lindbergh, amused, as he jumps up and down on his short legs.   “Poor little girl, though...”   Thank you, Morley.   Koala silently thanks the giant girl, and then mutters, “But... how is this even possible?”   “Here.” Sabo picks up a small den-den mushi from his back pocket and shows it to her. “My snail ate a Holo-Holo Devil Fruit: it can project any disguise around the person keeping it somewhere on their body.”   Koala observes him. Sabo is, well... blond. Rin told her that much. Rin was Sabo, though...   This is absurd—and embarrassing.   Just the day before, Koala told Rin that she liked Sabo; in other words, she confessed her feelings directly to the interested person. She did specify she didn’t like him that way, but still.   I told “Rin” that I admire him. That, to me, Sabo is the symbol of the Revolutionary Army... Ahhh, I wish I could disappear!   Koala wouldn’t have spoken so openly to Sabo himself. He is one of the most prominent revolutionaries, while she became one just the day before; she shouldn’t act so friendly around him.   Well, too late for that. Yep, I really should disappear... But I can’t go back to my village. What should I do?!   “Don’t worry.” Sabo’s smile interrupts Koala’s frantic trail of thoughts. “It’s ok.”   Koala is tempted to pull the brazen’s boy cheeks until they turn red, but his contagious cheerfulness relieves her anxiety at least.   “You only told good things about... myself. It made me happy.” Sabo puts his arms behind his head and grins.   Koala looks away, flustered. From the corner of her eyes, she sees Dragon sighing. It should be the third time since they entered the room.   I feel you.   Koala tries not to sigh in turn.   I feel we’ll work well alongside each other.   “So,” Sabo says casually, “do you prefer mine or Rin’s looks?”   “—You little devil!” Morley screeches at the boy’s cheekiness.   “Stop right now, Sabo.” There is a tone of affection in Dragon’s voice, but his expression is stern. “We have important things to discuss, as you should be aware of.”   “Yes, Dragon-san.” Sabo turns immediately serious.   Koala watches him as he walks to sit on the chair nearest to the Supreme Commander. Sabo has short, curly hair fitting his personality, a black hat on his head, and wears teal pants with a matching tank top. Large goggles are fastened around the top hat, with black boots to complete his extravagant outfit.   ...I think I preferred Rin’s looks, all things considered.   Of course, Koala doesn’t say that aloud. [TO BE CONTINUED]

I managed to write a new chapter this month, and Sabo finally make his entry! I had lots of fun writing this.  ^^ (I’ll try to update this multi-chapter story monthly to celebrate the #saboala_hd27cmday event. You can find the prologue, the first, and the second chapters linked in the comments—I fixed them a bit, so please check them out too!)

#saboala #sabokoa #koala #sabo #revolutionary army #oprevolutionaries #dragon #monkey d dragon #belo betty #morley #karasu #lindbergh #opfanfic #opfanfiction #onepiece #one piece #The Young Revolutionary #(Please remember that the characterizations and plot of this story aren't fully canon.) #majoraop #long post

[beachypeasysandy]

A little holiday fun from Trev and Pamela

Prompt: “We should dress-up! Something fun!”

Are you almost ready? I hit send and glanced at the tree for what felt like the hundredth time, since there wasn’t much else to do as I waited for Trev to trek downstairs. 

I would’ve been more than happy to wait for him in the bedroom, where it’s easier to rush him along, but he shooed me out while rambling on about wanting to surprise me. And that’s what ultimately had me worried. 

Trev and surprises…they were right up there with his “Hey! Watch this!” moments and usually led to the most unforeseeable things happening…Which is what actually makes them so predictable. 

It was rare that he wasn’t up to something; thinking of ways to make things more exciting, or just wanting to interject some fun into a situation. Sometimes leading to marathon laugh sessions and on more rare occasions, broken furniture. Like the time at my old apartment when he went long and told our friend Ryan, to throw a football.

It didn’t matter how many times he displayed his antics or how prepared I was to witness them, they still produced the same reactions and feelings in me. First  the worry, then the scolding, followed by laughter - once I knew he was okay or I understood what was going on in that convoluted head of his, and lastly, my heart melted from his irresistible, impish smile. 

So to say I was…concerned about his surprise, would be an understatement. It should’ve been simple. But my first hint that a plan had formed in that always scheming brain of his was the twinkle in his eyes when I suggested that “We should dress up! Something fun!” for the picture we planned to use on our Christmas cards.

A voice in my head told me to clarify and specify exactly what I meant by “something fun,” but for some unknown, perhaps foolish reason, I decided to just go with it and see what he came up with. 

My phone vibrated in my hand and I glanced down at it. 

Heading down now!

I could pretty much picture the excited look on his face as he sent the text. Sure that it was something like the boyish grin that lit up his face whenever he got excited about opening a birthday or Christmas present. 

Jingling echoed from the upstairs hallway down to the main floor and I held my breath and bit down on my lip as I turned to watch his descent and the revealing of his surprise.

“All right!” He clapped and wrung his hands as he got to the bottom. “Let’s get this picture party started!” All I could do was shake my head and put my hand over my mouth to cover my disbelief and smile.

“What?” He innocently asked and started looking around the room at anything but his outfit.

“What is that?” I pointed so he would stop looking at everything but himself. “Trev? Is that…are you dressed as an elf?”

“What?!” He looked down at the green and red fabric covering his body and glanced back up at me like I was silly. “No! I’m Kristoff! You know? From Frozen…?”

I closed my eyes in an effort to process what I was seeing and literally smacked my forehead. 

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” I peaked through my fingers and sighed when I reconfirmed that he was indeed dressed as Kristoff. “That’s not what I meant when I said wear something fun. I meant like a tacky sweater or you know, holiday colors. Like what I’m wearing.” I motioned to the red dress with white fluffy trim and he nodded.

“And you look smoking in it! But this is fun, right?” His teeth blinded me and he stretched his arms out on each side as he did a slow turn.

“Yes…but…” He completed his turn and dialed up the charm with his impish grin and twinkling eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a small chuckle. 

“You are so…”

“Funny? Witty?” His smile became even more blinding as he started walking towards me. “Amazing? Unforgettable?”

He stopped inches away from me, his eyes dark with mischief and implication, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Sexy?” He whispered and I finally let out the howl that I’d been holding.

“Yes to all of those things!” I sighed and shook my head. “I love you, you silly man.”

“It’s Kristoff.” He said with the utmost seriousness before it melted away and he lovingly smiled down at me. “And I love you too.”

#Trev and Pamela #Trev Davila #Pamela Haines #writing prompt #drabbles #ts3 #sims 3 #because Trev wanted to dress as Kristoff

[aturnoftheearth]

“angels are watching over you” and the first thing the empty covers is his eyes.

#saturn by sleeping at last just came on. followed by the night we met. so I’m shaking ! #i should specify it DID cover his body first but like- on his face? first thing was his eyes #that post is gonna fucking haunt me