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tyunzonlystar · 2 months

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Bike ride (10:06pm)

Warnings! Sub!beomgyu, virgin!beomgyu, big dick!beomgyu, dom!reader, nipple play (gyu rec), strangers to ???, mentions of abusive parents, cuts nd bruises (injuries not sh), making out, pet names (pretty boy, mommy, baby, good boy, beomie, gyu) mommy kink, dick sucking? And unprotected sex (please use protection!)

word count: 1391

summary: Beomgyu snuck out his house to go on a bike ride and ends up falling off! :( but luckily you helped him..

smut under the cut!! MDNI‼️

You left your house about 20 minutes ago and decide to walk to the beachside a few minutes away from your apartment. As you were walking this boy kept riding past you until he fell off! You quickly run over to him and crouch next to him.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked him even though he now had cuts and bruises on his body

“Yeah im fine” he tried to move his bike off him “could you please help?”

You nod your head and move his bike off him and help him up

“Hey im y/n i live a few blocks from here so i can help clean you up if obviously you wanted?”

He looked at you and smiled “really?”

“Yes”

“Your not gonna hurt me for like annoying your walk that was meant to be peaceful?”

“What? Of course not! I just wanna help you and then you can go home” you explained to him now having a bit of suspension on why he thought you were gonna hurt him so you decide to ask him as you two start walking back to your apartment.

“Hey i was wondering why you thought i was gonna hurt you? If anything is going on at home with whoever you live with you can talk to me or anything.. but you dont have to if you dont want to”

The boy looked at you and nods his head to say he listened and appreciated your words

“Uhm i come out on my bike quite often at night when my family is asleep and i sneak out and come here often..”

“Ohh so like its an escape for you then?”

“Yeah i uh guess?”

Soon enough you get to your apartment complex and you open the door and let him in first and then you walk towards the elevator and press floor 8.

“Sorry you couldnt bring your bike in here.. but don’t worry the receptionist will keep it safe!”

The boy laughs a little as the elevator dings signalling your at floor 8. You walk out the elevator and the boy follows behind you as you walk to your apartment

“My apartment is kinda big and theres a spare bedroom incase you cant get home..”

“Thank you y/n you dont know how much this means to me..” He says just above a whisper. You make you way to your bedroom and grab your first aid kit

“Hey i never got your name..?”

“Beomgyu”

“Thats a pretty name for a pretty boy. Anyway sit down here” You pat a chair next to you and Beomgyu sits down with light blush covering his face from your complement. You open the kit and take out a antibiotic wipe and gently clean his cuts while he hisses in pain.

“Shit.. ouch” He mumbles

“Sorry..”

You finish cleaning his cuts and bruises and bandage them up

“Its 11pm and i dont want you riding home alone and my car is broke.. would your family mind if you slept here just for tonight?” You asked him

“Mm no they wouldnt mind..”

You nod your head

“You can sleep in the spare bedroom but if you need me or anything you can come in my room”

Beomgyu smiles down at you on your knees and thanks you before asking another question…

“Could i sit on your bed uhm with you and we can just talk?”

“Yeah if you wanted i dont mind!”

“Really?” He asked surprised you didnt shout at him for wanting to be in your bed. You get off your knees and put the bloody tissues in the bin and put away the first aid kit and get on your bed and pt the space next to you. Beomgyu stands up and sits on your bed

“Y/n?”

“Yesss?”

“Can i tell you something?”

“Yes”

“I was on my bike earlier cuz i wanted to escape from my family.. i can’t remember if i told you.. but i wanted to escape from them because they uh abuse me.. so some of the bruises you saw were from my dad as he doesn’t support what i do..”

“Oh well what do you do?”

“I play the guitar and livestream it and he doesn’t support me playing music.. it’s because he doesnt want me to make more money than him since he gets really bad pay days like he doesnt get alot of money and my mom she pays for the bills and my dad uses her but my mom also abuses me but she does it mentally.. and earlier today my dad smashed my guitar while i was livestreaming…”

You nod your head and listen to him carefully..

“Im so sorry thats happened to you Beomgyu and im thankful you trust me to tell me considering we met a few hours ago..”

He smiles and nods his head.

A few hours go by and you dont know how you got onto the topics of your sex like but you did and beomgyu kept a pillow on his lap.. you knew why but didnt say anything until the question came around..

“Are you a virgin?” You asked him and he shuffled slightly as he face went a crimson red as he slowly nodded and soon enough you found yourself on his lap heavily making out with him as you slowly grinded down on his lap.. He whimpered.

“Holy shit..” you thought growing wetter at his moans and noises.

You run your fingers through his long oreo hair and pull away from the kiss

“Are you sure you want this? I mean your a virgin and we dont know eachother super well..”

He eagerly nodded his head

“Okay Gyu if its what you want” you shrug as you sit between his legs and pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees and his thick long veiny cock hit his stomach.

“Jeez baby your huge” you say as you watch the pre-cum drip down his shaft.

“Ready pretty boy?”

“P-please!”

You took that as a yes and kitten licked his tip before taking little by little in your mouth slowly bobbing your head up and down while jerking the rest you couldnt fit in your mouth

“Y-y/n! Fuck fuck fuck!” He whined loudly as he gripped onto your hair

“‘m gonna c-cum.. please let me mommy” his whimpers bounced off the walls of your bedroom as your hands reach up and rub his nipples as he chanted your name like it was a ritual as he came in your mouth and of course! You swallowed.. you dont want his cum going to waste did you?

“M-mommy want your p-pussy..”

“What do we say when we want something baby?”

“P-please”

“Good boy”

You get of the bed and shimmy your pj pants off and let Beomgyu tale your panties off

“Go on take them off for mommy”

His hands slowly took your panties off and he threw them on the floor as you hovered above his cock

“Ready?”

He nodded once again as you slowly sank down on him. You stopped halfway to try get used to him stretching you out and a few seconds later you took him all in your gummy walls.

“Hnng.. f-feels so good..” He moans as you start bouncing on his thick girthy cock

“Doing so well for me Beomie.. so pretty.. fuckkk!” You praised as he hit your sweet spot

At this point the only noises were skin slapping and both of your moans and whimpers

“G-gonna cum” Beomgyu whimpers as he bucks his hips to meet yours

“Cum for me baby” you whisper in his eat as you kiss his neck and leave nasty dark purple splotches on his neck and collarbones. He bucks his hips up to meet yours one last time before he releases his hot load into you and soon after you cream on him and collapse on top of him

“Did so well for me.. im surprised your a virgin with that cock” i laugh and he laughs back

“Ill get towels then you can shower and we can go bed” you say as you get off his cream covered dick and go get warm towels to clean the both of you up..

After your both are cleaned up and in comfy clothes you two fall asleep cuddling….

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d33pd3sire-blog · 24 days

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A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds x reader #bau #emily prentiss fanfiction #agent prentiss #emily prentiss criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #dom x sub #smut?#fluff

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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im so obsessed w ur mizu and wife!reader but what about them finding a newborn in the woods and having to bring it to someone that can take care of it in a nearby village and mizu seeing how good their wife is with babies wondering about them having a little family knowing they never can 😭😭😭 w hurt/comfort

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: ya'll are trying to kill me, aren't you. YOU WANT ME TO BALL MY EYES OUT

summary: you and your wife find a newborn, nestled in crook of the woods, the baby screaming and crying for its mother. but she's no where to be found. you want to take it in so desperately; but you know you can't. you must give it up to someone who can.

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screaming.

you heard screaming.

your head whipped around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. your eyes landed on a little crook, encased mostly by snow in the little ledge.

you adverted from the pathway, your wife looking at you with the most confused expression.

when you bent down to see what it was, a small newborn, swaddled in white bandages. your eyes widened, a hand covering your mouth in surprise. the fact that someone would leave a baby.. just out in the freezing cold, no mother to be seen.

mizu watched as you lifted the baby into your arms. the way yo rocked your arms to attempt to calm the small child, shushing and cooing to tell them it was okay. you looked so natural doing it.. so kind, so gentle and tender.

it reminded her of how desperately she loved you. how much she would want to just settle down with you, start a family of your own, away from all this madness.

but she couldn't. she had to complete her quest; no matter how much she just wanted to be with you.

she shook her head to shake her out of her own thoughts, gazing down at you through her glasses.

"mizu, could we..." you knew what you were going to ask. you wanted to keep it. you wanted this little child to be loved an swaddled in the warmth of your embrace; of your wife's embrace.

but you knew that could never happen.

you nodded a little, accepting the idea rather quickly. you looked ready to place the baby back. but mizu grabbed your arm, jerking you back to your feet.

"we can at least take it to the village nearby. leaving it in the cold seems.. unreasonable." she murmured, sliding off her overcoat. she wrapped it around you and the child, to keep the two of you warm. she could last until the baby was tucked away safely.

she knew why you wanted to put it back. she knew your way of thinking; if you knew its fate, you'd never think about it ever again. it would never be a worry that plagued your mind ever again.

you trudged toward the village, making sure to keep the little one out of the cold. it had stopped crying, now. the baby would shift and make little coos every now and than, but no cries of pain, thankfully.

mizu kept her arm wrapped around the two of you protectively. she would glance at the baby every so often. she honestly wanted the baby as much as you did, but you couldn't.

you just couldn't.

you stopped outside of an inn, a woman settled at the desk. you approached first and foremost, revealing the baby under your coat.

"we.. found it in the forest," you whisper. "w-we can't keep it. we figured we could drop it off here..?"

"I'll take it down to the orphanage."

the word made your heart sink. knowing that this child would be orphan, with no family to love them.. when you and your wife were standing right here..

"o-okay," you were almost about to hand the baby over to her. but you pulled back. "we can care for it for the night.. w-we'll drop it off before we leave in the morning."

mizu glanced at you. she was wondering why you would do that; trying to not get attached was the goal, right?

but she didn't dare question you. she paid the keeper what she needed to, and followed you back to one of the rooms.

you slipped off her coat, handing it back to her.

"grab some food.. they're probably hungry," you murmur, settling down on the bed with the newborn in your arms. "I can't believe someone would just leave a child alone, in the cold."

mizu scoffs, grabbing some food for both you and the child.

"I can," she replies coarsely. "people are ruthless. if they don't want something, they leave it to die a harsh death."

"yes.. i.. suppose your right," you mumble, taking the food. you took a bit of the broth on a spoon, pouring it down the young ones throat. you fed them as much as you could, before they began to fuss and refuse your food.

"you need to eat too, my love," mizu sat beside you, running a hand through your hair.

"I-im not hungry," you stammer, gazing down at the little one. "I can't eat."

"talk to me," she whispers, resting her head against yours as she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"ive always wanted a family.. with my.. person," you glance at mizu, your eyes watering with tears. "and you're my person, mizu. I want a family with you. but I know... I know we could never have a family. I know, with.. everything.. we could never have a family."

she listens to your words; and she's sure she can hear her heart breaking. she wanted that too, she wanted that with you so very bad. but you were right. you couldn't have it. you could reach and reach for the stars as much as you wanted, but you could never have it, never touch it.

but here was the little opportunity, presenting itself to you. and here you were, denying it. but it was just what you had to do. you had to let go of that hope.

"I know.. I know," she continues brushing her fingers through your hair, knowing it calmed you.

you buried your head in her shoulder, tears running down your face. you wanted a normal life with your wife so bad. you couldn't even tell how much you wanted it until it was leaving you.

"its okay. its okay," she whispered, "once this is all over, (y/n) we'll figure this out. maybe--maybe one day we could have a family. that time just.. isn't now."

she knew it wasn't possible at all. but she needed you to stay hopeful, to stay the same you that you always were. she needed that. she needed you.

"o.. okay." you murmur.

"lie down, my love. get some rest," she guided you to lie down, resting the baby in your arms as you slept. she wrapped you up in her embrace, brushing your hair until she was sure you were asleep.

she wanted to give you everything you wanted. so desperately did she want to give you the world.

but the world was something she couldn't give you. no matter how much she tried. it would always be out of her reach.

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a/n: SOBS VIOLENTLY

#mizu x reader #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #fic request #request #ask #asked and answered

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cryingisnecessaryfanfics · 4 months

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PART TWO

Its 2am have more scar headcannons/imagines

Characters: Razor(platonic), Kaeya, Xiao, Tighnari

Sorry these are probs subpar cuz my writing style varies depending on the bpd mood lmao. Bear with the redundancy of these, there are only so many ways to write the same action.

If youre the anon who sent me an ask im replying to your ask with the inverse you talked about. Stay tuned <3 (its probably gonna take another 6 months but welp)

Not spell checked or proof read sorry lol

Razor (platonic)

Wolf boy has a lot of scars as we can all tell. I feel like he probably doesnt get the point of lotion. Probably says it smells bad, like chemicals. His scars are all really improperly healed. Probably has keloid scars (overproduction of scar tissue). The sheer size of the ones on his arms lead me to believe he never got stitches or bandages of any sort, which makes sense considering his story. Regardless, that shit looks painful lmao. (Lighthearted imagine to start us off)

“Razor!” You yell, damn that kid was way faster than you. You nearly trip over a log as you run after him.

“Razor, stop running dammit.” You continue to shout after him, hoping anything you say might just make him slow down. Lord knows you could never catch up to him.

“It's just lotion. It'll make you feel better!” Your lungs start to sting from the chase and your legs drag behind you. You stop to catch your breath and Razor slows down in front of you.

He approaches you slowly like he's afraid you’ll catch him if he gets too close. “Smells bad,” he says and you all but roll your eyes.

“Sometimes things that are good for us smell bad.” You explain. Razor waits for your breathing to even out before he gets within arms reach of you.

“Like soap?” He says and you laugh at the memory of trying to get him to wash himself with soap instead of the occasional dip in the river.

“Yes, like soap.” You sigh and he frowns. Tentatively he holds out his arm, he looks at you expectantly.

“Finally.” You say under your breath and open the bottle of lotion. You can practically feel Razor's eyes watch your hands cautiously. He doesn't move as you spread some against the skin of his arm.

“Cold.” He comments and you huff a little laugh.

“See.” You say when you finish. “Feels better right?”

Razor finally relaxes and smiles at you. “Yes.”

You're just glad he stopped running.

Kaeya

Not gonna go the obvious way and say his eyepatch because I'm different lmao. I think his knuckles are scarred. I think kaeya seems like the type to cope with his feelings through violence. I think kaeya probably hates himself. When everything gets to be too much he just starts coming out swinging. The kind of person who punches a wall without really thinking about it. But yeah I think he used his fists too much when he was younger and now he wears the fingerless gloves to protect/cover the scars. (Sorry if this is weird or seems ooc, it just makes sense to me idk why)

You first see them when he gets the new outfit in sumeru. Everyone around you seems to disregard them, or maybe just not notice. But you can sense the way he subtly hides the scars, the way he walks with a hand behind his back, one covering the other. Its easy to not notice if you arent always watching closely. Maybe the only reason you noticed was because you seemed to always be staring at him. Kaeya catches you looking more than once and in typical kaeya fashion he deflects with flirting or jokes.

Later, when youve returned home to mondstat you ask him about it and he explains after some persistence.

“Its nothing to be shameful of.” You murmur, a hand holding his, looking at the dry scar tissue.

“Its one thing to have scars from braving a battle, a complete other thing to have them from your own stupidity.” He looks away from you and the eye you can see seems far away. Like he’s recalling something from his past.

“But it wasnt stupid, it was a way to cope. How can anyone think of something like that as not brave?” He doesnt answer you, only frowns slightly, a face youve never seen him make. “Do you atleast take care of them?”

He still doesnt respond. You sigh, exasperated, and pull out your endless bag of goods to find a lotion to help with the dryness.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you all but cringe at the thought of him not knowing you have to moisturize scars.

“I’m helping you.” You half expect him to make a witty comment but the situation proves to be too heavy and he goes back to staying silent. The whole act goes without words, you spread the lotion over his knuckles, rub it in gently. He doesnt say anything until you slide his gloves back on.

“Thank you.” He says and before you can say anything back he adds, “For your actions and your words.”

You press a kiss to one of his gloved hands. “Your welcome.” You thnk you see his cheeks tint the slightest shade of red before hes back to normal again.

“And here I thought I was the romantic.”

Xiao

I always liked the images of the karmic binds/shackles so I like to imagine his wrists are scarred from straining(?) those too much. I mean considering Xiao is an Adeptus physical wounds wouldn't leave a scar so maybe these more mental-type wounds would. Like the more karmic debt he has the worse the scars get in condition, the less debt the more they fade. Maybe the lotion helps soothe the debt more than anything. Maybe the act of something so comforting and intimate with you lessens the pain. Food for thought I guess.

Every morning, at dawn, Xiao enters a room in Wangshu Inn so his lover can put lotion on his scars. This morning is no different.

“Good morning, Xiao.” You say like always, same pretty smile on your face every day.

“Morning,” Xiao mumbles and frowns as if this isn't his favorite part of the day. He avoids your eyes as he takes off his gloves. As many times as youve seen his wrists, he still gets insecure about them. It's no secret Xiao hates being vulnerable, even around his most trusted companion.

“I saw zhongli yesterday.” You say quietly as he sits down on the bed next to you, lotion in hand. “He was with that harbinger.”

“Tch. Useless scum.” Xiao comments and you laugh.

“He seemed happy, Xiao. Try to be tolerant of his friend.” Xiao just rolls his eyes and rests his arm in your hand. You continue to talk about your day as you open the bottle of lotion and start to spread it out against his wrist.

Xiao stays quiet during this, as he always does. You think he must enjoy your voice because he's always been intent on listening to you speak even if he usually prefers silence. He absorbs your words so soaked in affection and the ache in his body seems to lessen. Pain becomes distant, horrible and intense feelings become easier to push away.

It's over before he realizes it, you've put the lotion away simply holding his hand now, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. He leans against you and you hum in content.

Maybe this is healing for the both of you. Mutual comfort.

Tighnari

I know a lot of people like the idea of him having scars from getting struck by lightning so i'm just gonna play off of that. Lighting very rarely leaves scars but the scars it does leave are burns. The electricity also causes nerve damage so you'd have to be very gentle and careful when handling tighnari’s scars. They're probably on his neck/back so itd take a lot of trust for him to let you see him so vulnerable. He probably already has lotion he puts on himself but its very hard to reach your own back so eventually he asks you for help.

You've seen him put lotion on his scars many times, watched him wince at the pain of it. You refrain from asking him if he wants your help. Tighnari is independent, he doesn't need anyone's help. But maybe itd be less painful if he didn't have to strain his muscles to reach the scars.

He doesn't say much when he asks the first time. Just tells you to be careful. He starts to list the ingredients of the lotion he's made. How he found it, what the weather was like that day.

No matter how gentle you were he’d still pause in the middle of sentences, and with his back to you, you never saw his winces but you knew they were there.

“Okay,” you say when you've finished and you know he's relieved it's over even if it was a more pleasant experience than him doing it himself.

But he thanks you anyway, and he’ll ask you to do it again the next day.

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #kaeya x reader #razor gi #razor genshin impact #tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #genshin tighnari

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rpreaperperson · 6 months

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MOM

Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material

In case of the John ‘Soap’ Mctavish

Your name is called by a whiny and hoarse sound, the clinic door opens presenting Soap who holding his arm stares at you like an abandoned puppy

“Soap? What’s wrong?” cocking your eyebrow, you put the clipboard on the coffee table near you

“Im bleedin’ ” he let out a pathetic groan

“What? How?, c’mere sit” You usher him to sit on a chair, and then you get the medic box

“Where did you bleed?” getting the bandage and any other medic you need, considering the gesture he makes right now shows him that he is in deep pain

But...the question is..there’s no mission right now, the base is deeply secure but then again you don't know where the enemies came from

“this” he lifts his finger to you

...

Stare at him in bewilderment, then at his finger then at his face

“.......your finger...” not a very serious wound just a little scratch, a red bloody line that seemed like he cut himself with a knife

“wanna make something to eat, like the one you made for us” he pout

“Johnny...” you sigh

“It hurt so much...” he dramatically holding his hand in pain

“you a soldier Hun, you’ll get stabbed, shot and torture”

“It’s different” he stated

“ITS THE SAME -- oh you know what..fine” your gentle voice boomed but then you holding it back

‘ughh...I guess Mom is right...every man is a child, no matter their age is’ Taking his finger you clean it with cotton then plaster it with bandage

“Can I ‘ave some sweets?” you sigh knowing this question would coming from his mouth, then get a bowl of sweets from the cabinet, which is a lot of candy, lollipops, and gummies

Chocolates? well lets just say you have a special little fridge inside your room, if somebody want it they must have your permission, if not? well lets just say your cheeks puffed like a hamster pouting and giving them a harsh treatment

Why do you have a stock of sweets anyway? Simple because you have a BIG ASS sweet tooth and one fatefull day both Soap and Gaz found your sweet stock inside your medic cabinet ( you sigh in relief when they not found the chocolate one)

They plead to you to have some, and then you nonchalantly answered

‘Dont take it to much boys..’ they cheered and took it, from that day they always come to Medbay for sweets even though Ghost and Price didn’t ask, you still gave them some of it so they wouldn't feel left out and they always nodded with appreciation

“Dont take too much Johnny”

“Mphmmhh” Johnny replied you with a lolipop in his mouth, gives you a thumbs up as you gently patting his shoulder, but he stop you and palcing your head on his head instead, you sigh and gently rubbing his head

Just another day as a Medic in 141

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader #task force 141 x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #mom

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mayearies · 6 months

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SZNS CHANGE ★⭑ ——— jotw

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that was weeks ago. things changed since then, and not equally on both sides. you and miles started drifting apart as you wouldnt bother to see him and the rest of your friendgroup as much. your new boyfriend was your top priority. miles stayed behind and all would brew inside him was loneliness and jealousy. but you still made an effort to see him.

you would come over on weekends like you usually did, only that it was different. sometimes you wouldn’t even stay a full day, and when you were around you would talk about your relationship with him. he listened, but he slowly was getting sick of hearing his name over and over again. you expressed the ups and downs, how you would break up every two days and be back the next. he knew it was healthy, you just thought of it as trial and error.

“mr. morales!” the professor’s voice stopped his train of thought, next thing he knew all eyes were on him. “are you gonna keep staring into space, or actually participate?” she went back to writing on the chalkboard as snickers were heard around him.

a member of your friendgroup scooted her desk closer to him, “you seem stressed. is it about her?”

he nodded with a face of discomfort. she had already knew about his unrequited love, and felt pity for him. she didnt hold it against you because you somehow didnt know, even if it was quite obvious. miles felt the same. “you wanna talk about it after class?”

“there’s nothing to talk about. it’s not like there’s gonna be a guarantee she’ll like me or understand. she couldn’t even keep her promise.” he shrugged his shoulders and the rhythmic taps of his pencil became louder.

“hey. if it don’t work out, im always available!” miles scoffed, “you play too much. my answer is still no.”

“your loss.”

you felt your heart drop everytime you saw miles in the hallways with your friends. well, not-so friends at the moment. you didnt see them often, remember? something about not seeing him like you used to made you ache.

your boyfriend dropped you off at class, until he saw your face and gave a confused look, “what’s up with you?”

“nothing. i’ll get over it.”

“if its about last night, i apologised already-”

“its not-!” your voice raised a little, “its not about that. i’m over it. shit happens.”

yeah, it does.

miles wasn’t a violent person from what you knew. the daily trial of fighting villians was all you thought he did. you never thought it got to this. when you heard the news, you rushed to the nurses office during your study hall break. what had come over him? your boyfriend sat in the chair outside with a icepack taped to his eye and bandages on his knuckles. they were bloody.

you knew a video of the fight was going around, and the first person it was sent to was you. it claimed that your boyfriend started it, with his normal snarky remarks. he never likes miles, if anything he would talk shit every chance he got. he tried to get you to drop him several times but you refused. but now you were seriously reconsidering that thought.

miles sat across the room, just staring at the wall. according to the nurse, he had initiated the fight. and he had also hit the hardest. the injuries he suffered was a mild hematoma on his forehead and some minor bruises on his chest and face. you stepped towards him, your boyfriend’s eyes wandering. “miles-“

“miles, your mom is here to take you home.” the nurse inturrupted, “make sure to take some tylenol to ease the pain, keep some ice on it.” he nodded and left, without batting an eye towards you as he bumped into your shoulder.

“you told him about us?” his tone turned cold, but you were used to it.

“no! i didnt tell him about- that.”

he huffed, giving you a glare. “then how does he know? if you didn’t say anything?”

you might’ve let something slip.

@ mayearies , no swiping!

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aonungyoufuck · 1 year

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Runaway {pt 3}

Synopsys: You get a visit from Kiri and Rotxo, Ronal comes to see you. Ao’nung’s in trouble and you finally get to leave the marui for a bit.

Parts: one , two , Four

DNI/BYF

“Wakey wakey”

You groaned as the hard light of day reached your eyes. The only pain from your head as you felt numbness on your arm.

“Rotxo i told you not to wake them like that” You heard Kiri say as she lifted your head up to get a drink of water.

“It’s midday. They weren’t going to wake up if i didn't do anything”

You could only roll your eyes. Head throbbing as last night's nightmare hit you. “Is everyone alright?”

“Alive? Yes. Alright no”

“What?”

“Rotxo!”

He could only laugh as Kiri Slapped him “he means. Ao’nung’s in trouble for ‘being hostile’ with his mother”

“He was hostile? His mom?” you asked, feeling your chest. The now dried bandages proof that they have changed, if but the slightest.

“Aside that. Everyone is well. Your parents said they’ll be coming to see you later”

You gave Kiri a knowing look. One you were sure if you had been better. She would hit you too.

“Come Sit down. I want to know of your days”

You watched as the two settled. Your eyes darting outside to peak a little not that you could head out if that.

“Well your Brothers are staying out of trouble. As much as they can, that is. I think your Father has been doing well? He usually is around your mother or our Olo’eyktan.” Rotxo explained stealing your now empty cup of water.

Kiri watched as you groaned before seeing you plop back down. “Well what’s the matter now?

“I want to try to move, I swear my tails going to fall off if i remain sitting here any longer” you spoke kicking your legs. “Not like i cant i know but im suppose to be resting”

“And you are”

All three of you turned. Frozen in place as you watched Ronal come into your pod.

“I suppose its been enough days of bed rest that you could move but the slightest.” Ronal watched the other two stand up straight beside you “You Two wait outside. Let me check on Y/n’s Wound”

The two nodded bidding their goodbye’s for now before leaving

“Come Sit up let me see”

You followed orders. Hearing the disgusting sound of cloth leaving flesh and took a whiff of the smell of healing skin. But you looked down. The wound looked closed. Almost but maybe the discharge of liquid and old paste. You felt her hit your head

“It seem’s It is healing well. Any pain inside?”

“Slight discomfort when I breathe in.”

“Come take a deep breathe out”

And you did. No pain but the smallest of sounds of gurgling “it seems inside needs more time. But you are well, Thank Eywa for that”

“I uh..” you muttered trying to find the right words “ i was wanting to ask you something Tsahik”

“And that would be?”

“I wanted to know if there is anything i could do for you as a thank you. Help you in any way. Not Tsakarem But if i can help with your delivery, if any at all other help. I'm more than willing for. For helping me, and for helping my family” You asked closing your eyes and bowing your head a little.

“ I think you are foolish to ask me such a thing. However.. As you know i only have Tsireya to fall back on.” She explained removing the rags and just applying a cream substance on your flesh. “I will take up your offer however”

“Really?”

“Not Tsakarem. But I will teach you to help me when the time comes. And its coming by soon” She patted down the substance watching your reaction of a slight twitch of pain. “Now come, Try and stand up without using your arms too much alright?”

You nodded. Relying on your legs to push you up. Ronal standing beside you gently tugging you up without moving your arms. Your Tail pushing yourself as well when you felt like you were about to fall.

“You are free to move around. Be careful outside tho and make sure not to submerge this wound. Ill have Tsireya come by later to Fix up the Marui so you are free to roam about it much better”

“Thank you” You nodded flicking your fingers and extending them towards her. “And Ao’nung?”

“He is dealing with his punishment. I am not at all to please with his attitude as of late”

You could only stand there. Watching her go. Didn't dare to ask further. This was a good amount of interaction that you didn't want to ruin with pestering and making her angry.

You began to move. Feeling a shooting pain go up your spine from laying down for a long time. Preparing yourself you went out of the marui.

“So?”

“So what?” you spoke, rubbing your eyes. Getting use to day light.

“So did you get a knot on your tail?”

You didn't need to look to hear the hard ‘SMACK’ to the back of Rotxo’s head.

“No. luckily for i. Eywa has blessed me with Ronal’s grace” You spoke squinting your eyes. Looking at them finally in light. It was nice to feel the warmth surrounding you. Ignoring the throbbing of your arm just hanging by the side.

“So I take it you cant move too much right?” Kiri asked you. For once you were glad to talk to her more one on one. It was nice to be able to talk freely to your siblings Rather than having to constantly watch over them. Making sure they dont get in trouble and Mostly being their third Parent.

Not that you minded it. You loved watching over them. Mostly watching over the grave they dig when they try explaining to your parents why they did what they did. It was your source of entertainment.

“No. Or i would rather Face Eywa first before feeling Ronal’s rage if i open my wound up at all”

You could only watch the two as they guided you towards the sand. You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you felt the sand warm up your feet. It felt nice to be touched by the sun. The air and the mist of the ocean right near you.

“So…not to have been listening in on your conversation. But Your helping Tashik?”

You squinted. You knew That Rotxo wouldn’t have acted alone. So you ever so slightly gave kiri a side eye as she twirled her thumbs together.

“Yes. If you must know i just want to help out as much as i can”

“Sure”

“And what is that suppose to mean Kiri?”

You watched as the two just avoided your eyes. Watching as the two escaped to the waves of the water. Where you could not follow.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here?”

You turned, Even if you didnt need to. You knew that voice after the past few nights.

“Ao’nung. So nice to see you out in daylight” watching him rub the back of his neck as he looked out to see “but aren’t you suppose to be dealing with a ‘punishment’ or something of that sort?”

“Are you going to tell on me?”

“No whatever will i get from that?”

There was silence. The ambience of the living creature that was your home filling your ears.

“Its uh” You turned to look at him watching as he tried to find the right words. “Nice er.. Good to see you out of bed you know?”

“Oh were you worried about me?”

“Nevermind go back to bed” Letting out the faintest of laugh. It was nice to be alive. At the expense at jokes of you from either Ao’nung or your brothers.

“You better get going before they figure you are gone” you explained. Watching as he let out a groan. “Don’t worry we’ll talk once again. Hopefully on much better terms and when one isnt nearly dying and the other is in trouble”

He nodded. Not even bothering to give you a goodbye as he headed off. Staying still. Feeling the breeze, Eywa had really blessed you, you began to think. Perhaps laying down on the sand wouldn’t be so bad. And that you did. Feeling her breathe. Hear heartbeat at one with you, this is what kiri had once told you about. And at peace in her arms and by her, you fell asleep.

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Gasping, choking on your own airway as you watched your brother’s dive. You didnt know when you got hit but you had gotten hit. Feeling your heartbeat increase. It pained you, the stinging feeling of the water on your now open chest. You Felt the entirety of the people around you. The chaos of the sky people above you. It pained you hurt you to even hold your breathe. And you wanted to scream when you felt yourself be tugged up to the surface.

“Y/n?”

“Shit!”

You couldn’t look or see, Everything had hurt so much but you could feel Tsireya hold your hand as you felt the surface of the water drag. You couldn't open your eyes. for the blinding pain wouldn't let you.

“Is” it even pained to talk. To whisper to even breathe and yet you needed to know. Eywa Please have mercy on you. “Is Neteyam safe?” is all you could ask. For had it not been for you. It surely would have been him.

“I am here. I am here sister”

You couldn’t really see. You just saw the blurriness but you could faintly see them.

Peace. And all you heard was your name being called repeatedly. You could almost hear the faintest of heart beats aligned with your own

“y/n!”

“Y/n!”

“Y/n?”

“Is it dead?”

“Spider!”

You took in a sharper inhale than you had intended. The Tide had come in and wet your legs but finally you had woken up. “What?”

“Your lucky that the water didnt take you out into the open sea” Spider commented. It wasn’t eclipse But you could tell you had been out here for some time.

“Did no one bother to wake me up beforehand?”

“To be honest. Once i headed out with Rotxo i kinda forgot about you”

“Charmed” is all you could comment back. Sitting back up before standing fully. You had re-lived your near death. And you were ever so happy to be awake and See everyone alive and well. “I better get back to the pod. Im sure i only have maybe a few more treatments and ill be good as new” you pondered

There was a minor pain for sure and maybe more than two. But you were optimistic on the outcome.

You couldn’t focus on what your siblings were saying. Not one bit. Too deep in thought.

“Right Y/n?”

“Huh?” finally looking up you noticed Ao’nung in the pod alongside all of you. Spear in hand a basket of baked fish in another.

“Ao’nung said he could be here. But we would like some time alone as family. Right Y/n?”

You silently rolled your eyes. “No Ao’nung is right. This is his mothers. Pod as well you know?”

Lo’ak could only huff and roll his eyes. Not that he didn't like Ao’nung. But he had hoped to have time with his family. Although probably just to talk about his progress with Tsireya. Of which you could just Roll your eyes at.

“Fine But i am not at all too happy with you sleeping here with Y/n”

“You make it sound like we did more than sleeping”

Of which your tail smacked him at his knees

“Will you two cut it out. Gimme that i'm starving”

Neteyam laughed besides you. “Figures as much. You were baking out in the sun for a long time”

You didnt even bother to bite back. Too tired. Too exhausted. Watching as the rest of your siblings sat down around you Ao’nung besides you. You were sure at this moment. You looked like you were near death too.

“Here let me fix your hair. Pretty sure you have some sand in here” Kiri spoke standing up as she started to let your hair go and shake it out.

You could only continue to eat. Listening to their small talk. Lo’ak speaking to Ao’nung about how he would go about asking his parents to allow him to court Tsireya. You didnt particularly know why you had suddenly gotten so tired. Maybe it was Kiri massaging your head? The small hum of your siblings talking. Maybe Tuk muttered her song cord as she looked at the new bead added?

You didn't know. But you just let your eyes falter. Didn't even realize but you had laid your head on Ao’nungs shoulder. As sleep finally took you away once again.

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(oops forgot the tag list)

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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I've had this little thought of like reader and eddie dating but never having the chance to have sex bc of what happened to him in the upside down. Reader is taking care of him after he was attacked. He some how convinces her to have sex bc she kept telling he has to wait until he is completely healed. When she caves she has to keep telling him to take it easy and coaxing him bc he's whimpering. He's in so much pain but she also feels so good he just wants to let loose and fuck her but he can't and he's got tears coming down his face. He's frustrated bc this is their first as a couple having sex and he wants her to feel good. Basically what I'm saying is I like my men a little to be a little whimpery and feeling kinda pathetic. But also poor eddie.

Bestie MY HEART!

This was fun to write keep them coming!!!

18++ mentions of sex! (Obviously lol)

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Im thinking its around a month or 2 after he comes back, still bandaged up (we all know Eddie would rip his stitches on several occasions trying to do stuff by himself rather than bother you or his friends.)

Coming back from that made him realize how much he truly loves you and he just wants nothing more than to show you.

You protest him fiercely on the subject, saying that yes you are ready and of course you want to be with him in that way, but he HAS to heal first.

Of course our boy just furiously pouts about it, constantly puppy eyeing you and making you feel bad. One day, while you are changing his bandages and checking on his progress (is that a blown stitch SIR?) He gets surprised by you laying a ton of kisses all the way down his tummy.

His body is on absolute fire and he grabs your hair to pull you up for a kiss. Things escalate from there, he pulled your your shirt over your head, and is caressing your ass, pressing your core down on his erection.

"Eddie" you moan, knowing damn well he's not going down with out a fight.

"PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEE" he begs, desperate and needy to feel you.

"Please baby, you have no idea how bad I need this, I literally can't take it anymore" he whines, bucking his hips into you.

You let out a long sigh before running your fingers through his curls and saying "okay, but I see you in any pain we are sto..." you are cut off by Eddie flipping the two of you so that he is now towering above you, wide lustful grin on his face.

Once he gets inside of you his brain short circuits at how you feel. You clench against his length in a way that weakens his stability above you. His arms wobble slightly as he slowly pushes in and out of you.

The urge he has to let loose and fuck you in an animalistic manor is great, but he can already feel the intense pain from the wounds on his sides.

Each thrust causes him to let out a slightly louder whimper, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Eddie" you start to say before he puts his hand over your mouth

You can see him grimace in pain, but you know the pleasure you are both experiencing is far more important to him in the moment, so you just let him fuck you, incredibly slowly, and extremely sensually.

#fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie the brave #eddie the hero #send me asks #asks and replies #anon ask

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ang3lfory0u · 1 year

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~ Your beauty never ever scared me ~ (Carl Grimes x fem!reader)

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Okay did I forget the account existed? No. Could I be bothered to write? Also no. But I’m back, I think, maybe.

This probably makes no sense but idc 💫

Carl grimes x fem!reader

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It had been days since the girl had seen Carl, days missing his face and overall presence. As much as it pained her there was no convincing him, he refused to leave his room (which they usually shared) meaning that not only did Y/n have to sleep alone, but she had to sleep knowing her lover was hiding from her.

This had been going on ever since Carl was shot in the head-loosing his eye. Even though the girl was present during the whole ordeal, she still failed to see him in his condition as she was quickly pulled away from the scene. Y/n had rushed to see him as soon as he awoke but he refused to see her. This completely ruined her. Knowing the love of her life didn’t want to see her.

Now logically, she knew that it was more to do with him than her. He was scared, scared of what she will think. But that didn’t comfort her at all, because it meant he didn’t trust her or at least, didn’t trust she would still love him. It was silly really, she knew she would love him no matter what, wether he looses an eye or a limb she’d still love him. And Y/n thought Carl knew that too but apparently not. That made her question how good of a lover she was, did she not make her love clear enough ? She thought back and couldn’t see it, she didn’t ever give him a reason to doubt her affection. So what changed ?

It wasn’t her, it could never be her. It was him, his face was ruined. Not only could he not see as well as before, but he was left with that disgusting scar that was putrid to look at. No one, not even Y/n could ever love such a disfigurement, its horrific. That was exactly what Carl was thinking.

He was convinced that as soon as (or if) Y/n sees his face, all feelings for him will drain from her heart. Carl couldn’t bare that, so he hid himself away, as long as she didn’t see him, he could continue living in this comfort that he was hers and she was his. That didn’t stop him from missing her horribly, hell it had only been a few days and he was already hugging his pillow imaging that it was her.

It was another morning of Carl laying curled up in his bed, face buried into his pillow, wishing the day away and cursing his bad luck. Times like this made him forget his fortunes, like his girlfriend that he is currently pushing away. Speaking of said girlfriend, she was currently approaching the boys door, a sigh escaping her lips. Y/n lifted her fist, knocking gently on the door. Carl’s head lifted from his mattress before slumping back down with a fed up expression on his face. His voice rung out from behind the door in a groan, “dad Im not in the mood”.

Y/n once again sighed with a small amused smile before twisting the handle and entering the dimly lit room. “Well good cause im not your dad”.

The sound of her voice alerted Carl as he bolted out of the bed, attempting to usher Y/n out of the room.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Y/n made an effort to shut the door behind her, meaning she was backed into it by the tall boy. She tried to reach her hands up to calm him down, but he just grabbed her wrists, shaking her lightly.

“Who the hell let you in here? Huh?” He spoke in a low, frustrated tone. This moment gave Y/n the chance to examine him, the white bandage covering his left eye and the darkness shadowing his other. God had he been sleeping at all? His slender hand covering her eyes is what snapped her out of her daze.

“Carl-love don’t do this to me.” She desperately tried to pry his hand away but to no avail. She could feel him tense.

“Did no one tell you-I don’t want to fucking see you right now.”

She hummed, “you don’t want to see me or you don’t want me to see you?”

Carl hesitated before answering, “you wouldn’t want to see me either”.

Y/n scoffed, “Carl you have no idea how much I’ve missed your face-don’t hide it from me. Y’know how fucking lonely I’ve been without you?”

No words were said and they stood in silence for while but then Carl removed his hand from her face and turned around, flopping down onto the bed, still facing away from Y/n.

The girls eyes softened and she followed him, sitting herself down on the mattress. She brought her hand to his knee, drawing circles in an attempt to comfort him.

“Listen, im not going to force you to do anything, you don’t have to show me if you aren’t ready, but I don’t want you to not show me because you think I’ll be disgusted because I won’t be. I swear, I could never think ill of you Carl-you know that right?”

Y/n could see him nod his head slightly, she continued, “are you sure ? Because based on your reaction to me walking in here, I’m not convinced.”

Carl sighed, “you don’t understand, it’s not small, it’s not just bad-it’s huge and repulsive, I look like a fucking monster.”

The girl was taken aback, a monster ? Carl ? No.

“Please don’t say things like that-it can’t be that bad-”

“Look at it Y/n!”

Carl suddenly turned, grabbing the girls shoulder with one hand and ripping his bandage off with the other to reveal the agitated red wound that took the place of his eye. The girls eyes widened at the sudden movement but they settled again when she saw the damage. It was big and looked sore but was far from repulsive.

“Look at it and tell me I don’t Look fucking hideous!”

With no expression change the girl responded, “you don’t look fucking hideous”

Carl gaped slightly before swallowing and continuing, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah” the girl looked him dead in the eye, “you don’t look fucking hideous”.

“Oh please Y/n, no need to lie, you can say it-you’re revolted aren’t you? I look like a freak!”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, her tone becoming stern, “don’t you dare say things like that about yourself.” She loosened his grip on her shoulders before going on, “you are the sweetest, bravest and most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my whole life. There is nothing that could happen to your face or body that could change that I utterly adore you, every bit of you, no matter how ‘damaged’ you may think it is. Fuck, you could loose all your arms and legs and I’d still be inlove with you.”

Carl just stared at her in shock, she proceeded to cup his face in her soft hands, “this scar,” she hovered her thumb over the wound in a swipe motion, “is a sign of your strength and your journey. You’ve lived through a zombie apocalypse for fucks sake, better have the scar to prove it, no matter how you got it. Besides,” she paused, smirking slightly, “I think it looks kinda badass.”

Carl stared at her in awe, the only words that managed to come out being, “really ?”

Y/n shrugged, “yeah I mean, sucks I can’t see both of your eyes anymore cause I loved them but-it is hot”. Her arms sunk to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him towards her. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away to stare into him for a bit longer.

“You’re so beautiful Carl Grimes.” She mumbled, proceeding to pepper his face in kisses, muttering between each one, “so-fucking-beautiful”.

Carl still hadn’t said anything, the kind girls words sinking in slowly. He suddenly became aware that he was being kissed because he suddenly gripped the girls waist and pulled her closer to him. He stopped her constant kisses with his hands cupping her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek.

“You promise it’s not that bad”, his voice slightly cracked as he spoke and Y/n’s heart melted.

“Darling it’s not bad at all-you’re still the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen by far.”

For the first time in what felt like days, a small smile pulled on Carl’s lips. Y/n took notice and felt his lips under the pads of her fingers before pulling him in again for another kiss.

“I love you so much”, Carl mumbled against her lips.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible”, the boy responded.

The girl chuckled at his antics, “Hm it is”

The boy pulled away, “oh yeah?”

The girl replied with a straight face, “yeah”

Without another word, Carl pulled the girl on-top of him before turning them both over so he could look down on her.

“Sure”, he began kissing her soft lips yet again, also leaving gentle kisses on her face and neck.

Y/n sighed happily at the feeling, glad she had talked some sense into the boy. Glad that she had her favourite person back.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #x reader #carl grimes x reader #twd fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #x f reader

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clintbartonswife · 6 months

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You’d think that surviving a near-death experience together would have a bonding effect, but I guess you thought wrong. Whumptober prompt # 5 : debris Whumptober prompt # 10 : stranded Whumptober prompt #15 : makeshift bandages / suppressed suffering / 'im fine' Notes: graphic descriptions of injuries, excessive swearing (give them a break, they’re stranded), some suggestive comments/language, enemies to lovers (oop) masterlist || part one

You swore under your breath as you walked, stumbling every now and then as your feet dragged against the uneven floor, cursing every power you could think of. By the time you had reached the shore, you had done everything short of screaming ‘why abandon me with him?’ to the sky.

Some stubborn part of you wanted to find a way to stay away from Steve, set up your own camp and tell him to fuck off when he came crawling back for help. Realistically, you knew that he had all the supplies with him and that you wouldn’t survive too long with a still-open wound, but the fantasy made you slightly happier.

Your attention focused on the palm trees providing slithers of shade, a few coconuts scattered across the sand.

“Take that, you prick.” you muttered with a grin, “Not so useless, huh.”

Kneeling down, you reached to pick one up, flinching as your arm throbbed. The makeshift bandage had done its’ job admirably, but the fabric had turned heavy, ruddy brown crust clinging to the sides.

“Okay, ew.” Wincing, you started to unravel the bandage, hissing as it pulled at the sore broken skin.

You thought about going back for help, quickly dismissing it. You didn't want to appear weak. The desperate part of your brain started searching for another way - stomach dropping as it screeched to an all-or-nothing conclusion: cauterisation.

“Fuck it all to hell.”

Using the fallen branches from the palm trees, you created a pile of kindling, using your survival training - you’d apologise for whining about it to Clint later - to start a flame. As the fire grew, you walked back over to the stream.

Gritting your teeth, you knelt down, splashing some of the clear water on the wound. As the red washed down your arm, you scanned the shore for any sort of metal, quickly finding a piece of the quinjet that had washed ashore from the wreckage.

You now stood over the roaring fire, holding a broken off segment of the quinjet wing in the flames. As the end began to glow a fierce orange, you took a steadying breath.

There was no avoiding the fact that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

“Just do it,” you huffed, trying to hype yourself up with a few jumps. “Just press it on. It’s not that hard. It’s fine!”

You took a few more quick breaths, placing a stick in your mouth and clenching your eyes shut as you pushed the hot part on to the open wound. Your muffled screams and shouts did nothing to abate the pain, spitting out the stick to facilitate for the torrent of swearing that came out of your mouth.

The smell of cooking flesh made you gag, throwing the metal into the sand and racing back over to the river, submerging your arm in the cool water as quickly as humanly possible.

“That was so much worse than I could’ve thought” you groaned, spare hand curling into a fist as you willed yourself to stay conscious. Passing out was not going to help your case with Steve.

You stayed there until the pain dulled, moving to sit in front of the fire to dry off. Knowing that it needs to be covered, you ripped off another line from your t-shirt, wrapping it around the wound once it had sufficiently dried off.

The sun began to dip, shadows elongating along the beach, signalling that you needed to get back to Steve before it was too dark to see. You put out the fire, grabbing a few of the coconuts and following the stream back to the clearing.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He asked, eyes narrowed as you re-entered the clearing.

“Well, don’t jump up to help. For someone pretending to care you didn’t exactly go looking, did you?”

He scoffed, “Was that some pathetic attempt to get my attention?”

Eyebrows flying upwards, you dropped the coconuts to your feet and threw your arms out. “Newsflash, asshole! We’re stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere! I don’t need to beg for your attention because I’m the only motherfucker unfortunate enough to be stuck here with you!”

“Not so loud -”

“No! I can shout as much as I want because there’s no one here! I’m sorry if you had much rather I drowned in the ocean, but I didn’t. You were the idiot who saved me, so I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you by being here, but that is entirely your fault.”

“Shut up!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing angrily as you crossed your arms. “For your information, Captain, I was out finding food. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched at the elongated nickname, shoulders tensing. “I made a fire.”

You clapped, slowly and sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.”

“Don’t sit by it then. Freeze for all I care.”

“If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. Don’t even think of touching my coconuts.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, swiping the pocket knife from the pile and retreating to a corner.

“Last thing on my mind.”

Silence settled over the two of you as the sun finally set, uncomfortable and cold, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the noise of knife on wood.

You were whittling a stick to a point, needing it to crack open the coconut shell. There was something satisfyingly cathartic about the repetitive moments, soothing the anger that had filled you. Without it acting as a distraction, you were suddenly very aware of the hunger and thirst that you were feeling.

Tongue sticking out the side of your mouth slightly, you brought the coconut down onto the sharp point, hissing as the jolted movement caused pain to flash through your arm. Swearing under your breath, you hugged the injured arm to your chest, attempting to hold the coconut in one hand.

You struggled to grip it for a few moments, Steve letting out an aggravated sigh from across the clearing, stomping over. Before you could register what was happening, he grabbed the coconut out of your hands and ripped it open. Some coconut water splashed to the ground, Steve managing to save the majority of it.

“Watching that was pathetic.” He sneered, handing you the two halves.

Your jaw ticked, withholding angry words at his attitude, instead settling for a blunt thank you.

You placed one half on the floor, careful not to spill any further water, bringing the other half up to your lips. Your eyes closed in relief as the cool liquid soothed your throat, swapping it out for the other and repeating your actions.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Steve staring at you thirstily, eyes tracking a droplet of water that had fallen from your lips and was slowly making its way down the curve of your neck. The droplet eventually absorbed into your shirt, Steve ripping his eyes away and focusing intently on the fire.

The back of your neck felt hot as you used the penknife to cut into the flesh of the coconut, eating the meat methodically. After a while, you could feel his eyes return to you.

Desperate to avert the heat of his stare, you grabbed one of the unopened coconuts and threw it at him. He caught it easily, eyebrow raised in question.

“Payment,” you stated, “for opening the other one for me.”

He hummed, leaning back slightly and cracking it open above his mouth to avoid any spilled water. You couldn’t help but stare as he licked his lips clean, diverting your attention back to your own coconut as he straightened his back.

A shiver punched through you - whether it was from the sudden tension or the dropping temperature, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You can...” he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly, voice harder the next time he spoke. “There’s no point freezing to death. I don’t want to deal with the paperwork if you die on me out here.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Your sarcastic drawl was hard to miss, but you moved closer, letting out a small sigh of relief at the warmth emanating from the flames.

The silence settled once again, feeling significantly less hostile than just minutes before. You hugged your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

“Do you think... will they be looking for us?”

You internally winced at the vulnerability in your words, refusing to look up at Steve for comfort.

“The quinjet sends a honing signal when it takes damage. It’s been... roughly six hours.” He moved, adding another few sticks to the fire. “The rescue team should reach our general area by tomorrow - then they’ll just need to scan the islands.”

You finally looked up, connecting your eyes to his. “So tomorrow we should be home?”

“Tomorrow we should be home.”

You nodded, flashing him a small smile and shuffling slightly closer to the fire.

Now fully bathed in the light of the flames, Steve’s eyes narrowed, locked on to your arm. “Your - the blood is gone.”

You shrugged, “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He crowded towards you, grabbing your injured arm. “What did you do?”

You tried to pull your arm away from him, “I sorted it out.”

He began to unwrap the makeshift bandage, eyes widening at the sight of the irritated warped skin. “When did you -”

“Steve, seriously.” You finally managed to rip your arm from his hands, “Leave it alone. What’s done is done.”

“Cauterising yourself - if it was that bad you should’ve come to me!”

“So what? So you could berate me some more? Call me an idiot and to get over myself?”

“If you were that hurt -”

“I knew I could fix it and I did. I stopped the bleeding, and I didn’t pass out, did I? I. Sorted. It. Out.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, actually, I’m not. Even despite your many attempts at making sure that I am!”

“Y/n -”

“God, why do you hate me so much!” You shouted, “I am plenty capable to be part of this team - my records are shining, I can hold my own in a fight -”

“Listen to me -”

“I just cant understand what I have done to make you hate me so goddamn much! Everytime I think you might actually have a heart you turn around and just -”

He surged forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasped despite yourself, hands latching on to his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself in the moment. His hands dug into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

You kissed until your lungs burned, begging for air.

As you pulled away, you dropped your forehead to rest on his heaving chest, scrambled brain trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I dont -”

He shushed you gently, using his index finger to lift your chin up, reconnecting your eyes. “I don’t think you’re incompetent. Seeing you in the field... it kills me. I - you make me crazy. I struggle to think of anything other than the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh - the curves of your body...”

“Steve -”

“You drive me insane. The only way I could think to handle it was to push you away. I - I never meant to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me for help.”

You searched his eyes for any sign of a lie, only finding unwavering truth shining back at you. Slapping his chest, you frowned at him. “If you ever speak to me in that way again -”

“I won’t.”

You held the gaze for a few more moments before your eyes dropped down to his lips. Sensing the unasked question, he moved to reconnect your lips once more.

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tags: (lets just try to ignore how long ago the first part was posted lmao)

@joansiefics @spookyparadisesheep @vicmc624 @geeksareunique @patzammit

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #x reader #captain america #enemies to lovers #steve rogers whump #steve rogers fic #marvel

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awfulwriter123 · 6 months

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Rhea Ripley x Clumsy! Reader (Headcanon's)

Hey everyone!! Before we get started i wanna say thank you for the support on my other work's! I'm hope you guys enjoy reading them as much as i enjoy writing them! This idea came to me as i broke the nail on my toe, hurts like a bitch, but working through the pain. As always criticism and tips are appreciated, i got a couple of idea's for some one-shot's and hc's so stay tuned!! Happy reading everyone!! ❤️❤️

. Rhea found your clumsiness to be quite endearing and adorable at times.

. Accidently bumping into her during the day randomly, she'll even ask "I feel like your just doing it on purpose to spend time with me."

. You swear its not on purpose, although you never object to spending more time with the aussie.

. Now other times however, your clumsiness scare's her, one time you offered to help her make dinner and accidentally cut the tip of your finger.

. She was quick to bandage it up and told you "just sit there and look pretty, i'll let you know if i need help."

. Purposefully make's dinner without asking for help once to make you don't hurt yourself again with any other kitchen appliance's.

. Now when she is on the road and you hurt yourself? Sucks alot, sure you have Barry and Luna too keep you company and give you comfort.

. Just not the same when you have to bandage it yourself and don't have rhea to comfort you.

. One time stubbed your toe on the of the island and the nail look like it was about to fall off. To say you called rhea panicking sounds like a understatement.

. "What do you mean it looks like your nail's about to fall off!?"

. "It's literally loose and looks like its about to fall off! should i just pull it off?"

. "NO!"

. You did your best to bandage it up and just wait until rhea gets home to get a better look at it.

. One time you were not paying attention to where you were going and banged your head into a doorframe.

. She was very concerned when she facetimed you and saw you holding a ice pack to your forehead.

. "Ran into a doorway, im fine hehe" You gave a sheepish laugh and smile to which you immediately went "Ow!" When pressed the ice pack a bit too hard against your head.

. She shook her head while chuckling. "What am i going to do with you?"

. You were a klutz, but you were HER klutz, and she loved you for it.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley

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vvfiya · 9 months

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Injured

Backstory; Y/N (21) is visiting her boyfriend (25) and his father, Joel Miller (51) in his new house for the summer.

CW; Blood, Scars, mentions of alcohol, rubbing alcohol, big age gap, oral sex (f), unprotected p and v, safeword, petnames, shy!reader, aggressive Joel??

10:22 PM; Y/N cannot sleep.

It's late at night. Im sitting downstairs in the kitchen, wondering what I could do to pass time. I grab a glass of water and drink it delicately, waiting for my eyes to just- close.

CRASH

My eyes widen. I gasp for air as the sound makes me choke on my water.

'What the fuck was that!?'

I set the glass down and look over at the front door. It's Joel? He's bruised! Covered in scars and blood.. I jump from my chair and run to the door. Joel is limping as he walks into the house.

"Oh my god! Mr. Miller, what happened!?"

Before Joel could take another step, I grab his arm, putting it over my shoulder. I lead Joel to the kitchen and sit him down on a chair. I start to panic, grabbing the bandages and rubbing alcohol from the pantry up top the oven.

I grab some cotton swabs and generously pour a good amount of alcohol onto it. The slightest bit of touch on a wound made him hiss.

"How did this happen!?" I say, with a worried tone.

Joel nods his head. "Its nothing, you don't need to help me.. I got-"

Joel goes mute as soon as I slowly start to caress his beard, cleaning the bloody scar on his cheek. He sighs and watches me clean his wounds.

I was the same height Joel is sitting on the chair right now. I can feel his eyes on my body. When I wiped the blood off of a scar, he clenched his knuckles, slowly moving towards me and resting his forehead on my chest. My cheeks start to heat up, but I have to focus..

I pour some more alcohol onto the cotton swab and move the silver strands of hair out of his face. Before I could tell him, he moves his head up looking into my eyes with his dark orbs. Joels legs were partly open. I was in between them, just in case I needed to get closer for another wound.

I run a hand through his smooth hair and he closes his eyes exhaling as the cotton swab grazes his wound. The alcohol stings him and he grunts, slamming the table, then clawing at my thighs.

I stifle a moan, hoping he wouldn't hear. His touch felt so strong against me..

I motion Joel, moving his head up again. I move the swab to a scar near his eyebrow. It looked like it was cut really deep.. I click my tongue and whine.

Joel raises his eyebrow, "What?"

"The cut is really deep Mr. Miller! This is going to hurt.."

He sighs and nods his head, reassuring me. I place a hand on the left side of his beard, moving my thumb back and forth slowly caressing it. It'd seem to calm him down. The cotton swab hits his scar and he grunts, gripping onto my thighs much tighter.

The stressful pain makes him groan. His head falls to my stomach. I can feel his hot breath on my body as he strokes my thighs.

"Im sorry Mr. Miller.. but, at least the cuts won't get infected anymore?" I add an awkward laugh.

Joel looks up at me with hooded eyes and muffles a chuckle.

I look at the scar on Joels forehead. My hand moves up to his hair, moving the strands out of the way. I furrow my brows, massaging his hair without even noticing it myself.

Joel closes his eyes. I notice what I'm doing and flick my hand away.

"Im-Im sorry. That was highly inap-"

"No. No, it felt nice." Joel cuts me off and grabs my hand, placing it on his head.

His head moves down to my thighs, resting it there. I let out a pleasing sigh as he runs a hand up the back of my thigh. Joel lets out a small chuckle as he gets closer and closer to that one spot.

"You want this don't you?" Joel asks.

My eyes widen and I blush, "W-What..?"

Joel clicks his tongue, "I heard your mumbled little moans, I know you want me to touch you."

Before I could say anything else, I whine feeling a hot pair of lips pressed against the inside of my thigh.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" Joel asks.

I nod my head yes and he smirks, bringing my body closer to him. He places his head under my shirt, licking and kissing at my lower stomach as he moves his hand closer and closer to where I need him.

I giggle at the feeling of his small kisses on my stomach. His fingers hit my clit, and I gasp moving my hands back onto his head. Joel smiles against my stomach as his fingers slowly move back and forth. I moan, the knot in my stomach starting to unlace.

"Joel-Joel! please.." I beg.

"Please what honey? What do you need me to do?" Joel asks.

"Does this pretty little pussy need to be licked? Just look at it, begging to be eaten out by me.." Joel shakes his head, frowning at my reaction.

"You poor thing.. I'll make it up to you."

In the snap of a finger, Joel ripped my panties off and dipped his head into my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue against my clit.

“This is-mhm-this is wrong.. I- I’m dating your son!” I cried out but I wasn’t even listening to myself. I knew I wanted this bad. Joel Miller had me stuck.

“Sweetheart, I’ve watched you. I’ve felt your emotions, your pain. I know what you feel when he comes home late at night, the smell of perfume and pussy lingering on him.” Joel says.

Joel moves his head deeper in, licking much more aggressively than before. I whimper as my eyes roll back into my skull. Joel flicks his tongue causing my legs to tremble around him. He laughs into my pussy, vibrations going up my spine. I let out countless whimpers and cries.

I scream out as my orgasm takes over my body. Joel kept licking at my clit, getting more and more aggressive. I can feel the pressure rising upon me. Joel stuck his tongue deep down in my pussy making my back arch. I gasp, trying to push him away.

I lightly hit his head, but he wouldn’t budge. I was slowly starting to see stars as my next orgasm was letting out. I scream out Joel’s name, begging him to stop. As soon as my hand lands on his head, he grips my wrist and stands up. My cum dripped from his mouth wetting his beard.

“You’re such a good girl.. just a moaning mess, begging for me to fuck your brains out.” Joel says.

I suck in my breath before he tightens the grip on my wrist and turns me around, pushing me against the table.

“I’m going to get behind you, and you are going to take my cock like the good girl your are.. got it?” Joel demands.

I shake under his touch, “Yes sir.”

Joel snickers, “‘Yes sir’ You do too much to me Y/N..”

My stomach hits the cold marble. I gasp as Joel’s hands slither down to my thighs.

Joel moves his head down to my ear, “I need you to let me know when it hurts. I can’t hurt you, so you are going to slap the table two times, letting me know you need to rest. Got it?”

I nod my head, “Y-Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” Joel says, smiling.

Joel slowly starts to remove his pants, then his boxers. I was turned around so I couldn’t see, but I could feel what was coming..

I could feel the tip of Joel’s dick on my entrance, teasing me.

“Thank you for healing me honey. Here’s your reward.” Joel says.

He slowly presses my body down on his dick. I roll my eyes back, his length filling me by the second. He lightly moves his dick around, making sure I’m doing okay. As soon as I was ready, he smirks and thrust deep inside of me. His hand covers my mouth, mumbling my moans and cries.

“Come on now sweetheart.. you can take it, I know you can.” Joel grunts into my ear.

I could feel his other hand claw at my thighs as his thrust get faster and faster. My back arches, the pleasure too much. I keep one hand on the table and one hands on his hair, gripping onto it tightly.

Joel hits a part of me that sends me over the edge. I gasp and arch my back harder. My head falls back onto his shoulder. His head dips into my neck as he rubs my clit with his free hand. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.

“No one makes you feel as good as I do. Give me it honey, cum for me.” Joel mumbles into my neck.

I cum onto his cock, but he just keeps going. He scrunches his face up and starts to move a little slower. I could hear his grunts getting louder by the minute.

“I’m gonna cum.. cum with me.” Joel says.

I widen my eyes wondering if I was even able to move anymore. His fingers move at a dangerous speed, hitting my clit and thrusting deeper. I tighten my grip on his hair as he keeps his head in my neck.

“Mr Miller, I’m- I’m cumming..” I yell out.

“I am too. Let it go sweetheart, cum with me.” Joel replies.

I cum the same time Joel does. My eyes roll back as I groan, begging for air. Joel’s seed shot deep in me as he makes me his.

“Good girl, very good girl.” Joel smiles.

He turns me around, kissing me. My eyes widen but I feel his hands graze my thigh. I smile and kiss him back, placing a hand on his beard. I let go of the kiss and Joel just looks at me with a big smile.

“Thank you for healing me, doctor.” Joel says.

I laugh and move a gray strand of hair out of his face. “No problem, Mr. Miller.”

ITS SO LATE LMAOAOAO anyway. This was my first ever smut I was like lowkey drunk while writing most of this so sorry for the bad grammar and bad like everything…… but like hope you guys enjoyed!! Remember to smash that like button or whatever.

FOLLOW MY TIKTOKK; @vvfiya ❤️

#joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #innocent reader

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dixons-sunshine · 4 days

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i requested for scud but you never replied so im gonna req gf finding out scud works for a blade again

Apologies, Baby | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Long ago, back when you were only ten years old, vampires murdered your parents and left you an orphan, forcing you into foster care. You hated the species with a passion, and wanted nothing to do with them. So when your boyfriend revealed that he was working for a half-breed, you didn't know how to feel.

Genre: Angst, some fluff towards the end.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death and blood.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: For some reason your first request never popped up in my inbox, so I'm sorry I didn't see it back then. I hope this is somewhat decent enough to make up for it (I don't really like this). Also, I feel like Scud is a little ooc in this, but I wanted to write a tender moment for our favourite stoner.

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“Baby, could you please just listen to me? It's not like you think, okay?”

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh, clutching your side tightly as you limped away from your boyfriend. Bruises littered your skin, the recent vampire attack you had found yourself in taking its painful toll on you.

Everything was a blur. One minute, you were walking back to your apartment after a long shift at work. The next, some creep in a mask—later revealed to be a bloodsucking monster—grabbed you and forced you into his car. And a few hours, maybe even days, later, a mysterious man with freakish abilities came to your rescue. Thankfully, the vampire hadn't bit you, but he did take great pleasure in hearing your screams, so he tortured you. Hence the injured side you were currently clutching to.

You had always known of vampires' existence. They were the reason you became an orphan at the mere age of ten years old. And to top it off, nobody believed you when you told them the real story. They were the reason why you were sent to a facility to treat your "absurd beliefs".

You hated vampires and anything to do with them. So it came as a great shock to you that when the mysterious man, who had introduced himself as Blade, took you back to his workshop to tend to your wounds and you found your boyfriend there. The same boyfriend who told you that he was too sick to hang out after your shift. The same boyfriend who lied to you about his job. The same boyfriend who revealed that he was working for a guy who was half vampire.

To say you were pissed would be an understatement.

Scud hurried to you, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist in his hand. He spun you around, forcing you to look at him. His blue eyes gazed down at you, begging, pleading for understanding. For you to listen to him.

“Babe, please. Just... let me clean you up while I explain everything. You deserve that much,” Scud begged, frowning deeply as guilt swarmed around in his beautiful blue eyes.

You shook your head. “Josh, I—”

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just... Please.”

You sighed, giving him a reluctant nod. “Alright,” you agreed, pulling your hand from his grip. “You have until I'm bandaged up.”

In no time at all, you were seated on top of what you assumed was Scud's workbench while your boyfriend carefully helped you out of your shirt, leaving you clad in only your bra. The wound on your side was deep, but it luckily didn't look like it needed stitches.

“You probably want that explanation now, huh?” he asked, breaking the silence well he brought a washcloth with lukewarm water closer to clean your wound.

You hissed in pain when the cloth made contact with your side. “Yeah,” you said through gritted teeth. “I was promised an explanation.”

A few beats of silence passed. Scud sighed and shut his eyes momentarily, as if gathering his thoughts. “You remember that week before we got together, when I came home from my hiking trip and I was all messed up?” When you nodded, he continued. “I was attacked by two bloodsuckers. They tore into me and wanted to drain me of my blood. The only reason I came out of that situation alive was because B saved me. He brought me back here and patched me back together. I owe him a debt because of that.”

You frowned and brought a hand to rest on Scud's cheek. He instantly nuzzled against your hand, sighing in content at the warm feeling. You didn't know this, but when Blade had relayed your full name to him over the radio, he was out of his mind with worry. He nearly abandoned everything just to go after Blade and make sure that he brought you back in one piece. You were important to him. You were the only girl who would put up with him and his habits with a smile on your face. You were the only girl that actually ever meant anything to him.

“B saw what I could do, what gadgets I could make, and he decided that I would make a great addition to his team, so to speak,” Scud continued, withdrawing from your touch and switching over to clean the wounds on your hands. “It was a great opportunity for me. This gig meant that I could make things, and not just those shitty fucking mini flamethrowers I made back in college. I mean actually make things. I felt wanted, needed, like I could actually be a part of something bigger for once. That I wouldn't be such a big fucking letdown. I wanted to tell you, especially since I know how you feel about vampires, but B swore me to secrecy. He said that working for him came with risks, and if the bloodsuckers were to find out about you, they would use you to get to me. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't.”

“So you had to lie to me to keep me safe,” you concluded, realisation dawning on you.

“Please believe me when I say that I didn't want to,” he said hurriedly, halting his movements with the bandage and looking deeply into your eyes. “I never wanted to lie to you. Hurting you was something I didn't want to do, ever. I love you so much.”

A minute of silence passed between you. Scud was anxious, his hands nervously fidgeting with the bandage that was now wrapped securely around your hand. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

“So this Blade guy... He hunts vampires?” you finally asked, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah,” Scud confirmed, nodding his head.

“Why? Isn't he like them?”

“Yes, in a sense. He has all of their abilities, but only the good ones. The only bad thing of his is that he inherited their thirst. Thankfully we have a serum that helps him with that. B's cool, I swear.”

You pondered over his words for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “I don't like it,” you began, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer, much to Scud's suprise and great delight. “You know how I feel about vampires, but that Blade guy did save my life, so I guess he's okay.”

Scud gave you a smile. “He is, I promise you.”

“So as long as you promise me that you'll stay safe, and promise to keep me in the loop with what happens around here, I guess I can learn to live with it. You look like you're enjoying yourself.”

Scud smiled brightly and brought you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You're my little stoner baby. Nothing's gonna change that.”

#krys writes .ೃ࿐#scud frohmeyer x reader #scud x reader #scud frohmeyer #scud blade 2 #scud #josh frohmeyer x reader #joshua fromeyer #joshua frohmeyer x reader #josh frohmeyer #joshua “scud” frohmeyer

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Hiii 🫶🏼 last night during my delulu thoughts I thought of something:

Imagine changbin or chan having an argument with their s/o, and after, while they're not talking she gets hurt (nothing serious, like a small cut o a bump on the knee) and she screams and they come running and make up 🥹🥹🥹

oof, I'll see what I can do ‹3

ANGST + FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, chan is an asshole at the beginning, mention of blood, pet name (pup)

“Fuck, y/n! You're so–”

“So what Chan? Mhm?!” You challenge, eyebrow raised.

“I don't know! Okay, you're just annoying the shit out off me today y/n. I'm so busy with work and all you want is attention this and attention that! Don't you understand that I need to get this done?! Don't you realise the importance of this? Of course you don't because you're just a normal person, nothing special!”

His words stabbed you in the heart. A look of horror on his face as he realises what he just said. His words came out like vomit, unable to stop them from escaping. The colour drains from his face, your shoulders slump.

All you wanted was five minutes, five minutes to spend with your partner before he was off doing whatever he had to do.

Your anger resides, a burning lump in your throat forming as hot tears fill your eyes. your vision blurry, Chan leaping up from his seat to comfort you.

you take a step back, Chan's arms falling limp by his side as his eyebrows furrow together, his own eyes filling with tears as he watches yours fall slowly down your cheeks.

“y/n, i–”

“sorry I'm not special enough for you, Christopher.” you spit, voice monotone. you hastily wipe away your tears, walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Chan winces at your words, watching you walk out.

he sits back in his seat, slouching as he rubs his face with his hands.

“how are you going to fix this chan.” he mumbles to himself.

you wash your hands in the kitchen sink, grabbing the ingredients for tonight's dinner. you curse and mumble under your breath, calling Chan every name you could think of whilst blinking back your tears.

“fucking asshole. who does he think he is.” you grumble to yourself, jaw clenching, “all I wanted was some of your precious time, was that too hard for you?!”

so deep in thought and anger, you became unaware of where your hand placement was whilst chopping. next think you know, you feel a sharp stinging sensation, the feeling of your finger bleeding.

you let out a scream, holding your finger as you hiss in pain. Chan hears you, his blood running cold as he dashes to the kitchen.

“y/n!!! are you okay?! what happened?!” he's out off breath, voice laced with concern. you let out a sob, holding your injured hand close to your chest.

“chan.. it hurts.” you whisper. Chan walks to you, his face softening. your finger is stinging and burning, blood seeping from the cut.

“its okay darling, im here. put your finger under some water and I'll get the first aid. can you do that for me, pup?” you nod slowly, pouting.

Chan kisses your forehead before getting the first aid kit. whilst he does that, you put your finger under some water, whimpering and hissing as the unbearable stinging sensation.

moments later, Chan returns. he takes your finger gently, inspecting the wound. he grabs an alcoholic wipe, gently wiping at the cut before inspecting it again.

“its a deep cut, but not deep enough for stitches.” he mumbles to himself. you bite your lip gently. “what are you like?” Chan says with a chuckle, grabbing a bandage to wrap around your wound.

“did you mean it...” you whisper, deciding now was best to talk about what happened. Chan let's out a soft sigh, shaking his head.

“no, I didn't and im so sorry pup. I've been so stressed lately and I know it's not an excuse but the words just.. flew out.”

“do you think I'm not... special?” Chan finishes wrapping your bandage, kissing your finger gently

“your the most special person in my life right now. I adore and love you so so much, pup. I don't ever want to lose you. again, I'm so terribly sorry.” you look up at chan, his eyes filling with tears. “will you forgive your stupid boyfriend?”

he pouts, a few tears rolling down his cheek. you laugh softly, reaching up and wiping away his tears.

“of course I will, chan.”

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Bonjour its the maybe French Anon again!

I saw that you write for Hannibal....Kinda new to requesting stufd but...

May I request a scenario/headcanons for Hannibal and Will where they react to their gn s/o being reckless? Like they trip easily, do random dangerous things, they worry the living devil out of Will and Hannibal and overal live life on the edge.

Seperate or poly is up to you!

Thank you for your time in advance regardless if you are gonna do this request or not.

Happy Pride btw! 🏳️‍🌈

- the maybe "french" Anon

hello maybe french anon, sorry for taking so long but you know how writing can be LMAO

i’d like to apologise for my absence, these past couple of weeks it’s like i’ve been just breathing, everything else is too taxing. but i wanted to put out some writing, im always seeing my messages and my inbox, so know that i do see you and hopefully i’ll get to you one of these days <3 much love

Hannibal

i’m thinking that they don’t mean to be reckless, they’re just simply not as aware when walking through door frames or up steps, way too focused on every other little detail apart from how they move. their legs are clunky and balance is always off at the most inconvenient of times.

while most of their injuries had not been severe, there were instances where serious medical was needed just for being reckless and not paying attention.

let’s imagine hannibal is in a therapy session, advising a patient when his phone buzzes. He only has bypassed notifications for his significant other, so instantly his hands itch to check the message. He knows you well enough you wouldn’t alert him to anything if it wasn’t serious. Begrudgingly he continues the session, hoping the text was an accident on your part. except when he checks it, he realises it was far from it.

“won’t be home tonight. i fell down the stairs, in hospital but i’m okay!!”

he tenses up immediately, not appreciating your little text of “i’m okay!!” since you were in literal hospice care. He gets to the hospital and arrives at your room, an emotion similar to horror once he sees the bandages around your head, arms and hands.

Now because this man practiced medicine, he’s fussing over you immediately, checking if the bandages are tight enough, examining your fingers that are fractured and/or broken. he can’t help the tuts that fall from his mouth as he moves to gently cradle the back of your head while pressing his lips softly to the bridge of your nose. “reckless my love, so reckless.” he sighs and places his other hand on your jaw endearingly, caressing his thumb over your bruised flesh. “what am i to do with you?”

after making sure to disinfect the seat next to your bed (yes he brought his own disinfectant), he stays the night, uncomfortably curled into a hospital chair. He falls asleep imagining the beat of your heart against his ear.

when you’re back home and on the journey to healing, Hannibal takes the time to start making his home more safe, for someone who is so reckless. he adds railing to hold onto by the stairs, he makes sure to put down a rug at the bottom of the stairs in case you fall again. He rounds the edges of tables and countertops, he gets you more durable clothes so that they take the impact more if you hurt yourself.

he makes you meals and makes you take antibiotics at the same exact times every day. He declines any patients while you are still vulnerable, you are his exception. He couldn’t care less for many people, but for you, his heart seized every time you even coughed or cried or moaned in pain. He was a sinner and you were his temple of forgiveness, he polished and worshipped you, loving every chip and dent you adorned.

he did although hope one day you would be a little less reckless.

Will Graham

this man is incredibly observant so you being reckless from clumsiness or lack of balance wouldn’t be as common. what i can see happening is that maybe you, will’s significant other is an adrenaline junkie.

for whatever reason, possibly varying from how dangerous Will’s job is or you’re a humble person and never got the chance to do stupid reckless things. it’s almost like your addicted to it, you can see why your partner began to like solving murders and piecing together crimes. It was exciting, being in possible danger yet smart enough to jump out of the water before you got bit.

i can imagine them believing Will when it came to accusing hannibal. So when their significant other ends up in a mental ward, soon to be sentenced to death, they do what they can to prove his innocence.

warnings for graphic description of injury here, i hope you’re not too surprised, it is hannibal after all. You sneaking into hannibal’s home, entirely replacing beverly in this situation, by some insane strokes of luck, you manage to find evidence. He has a secret basement, a strange fridge in the corner piled with cooled meat, your stomach sinks when you realise the amount of people he must have eaten. With a frantic heart and a mind yelling at you that this was for your partner, you trudged forward, finding something that was never meant to be found. Abigail.

now for the sake of the prompt. you don’t end up dead. Hannibal does find and catch you in the basement, his hands wrap around your throat and your vision becomes scarce until you have none at all. By the morning, the damage had been done, you are in a strange bed and Hannibal is peering at you through the doorway. You go to speak but nothing comes out, nothing apart from an airy wheeze.

“i have permanently damaged your voice box.” his voice is cool, his steely eyes bore into tears with a lack of any feeling. “if you try to communicate in any way about what you saw.” he blinked, stepping forward, “i will let Will Graham get sentenced to death, and you’ll follow along with him shortly.”

tears ran down your face freely, a never ending pour, this wasn’t what was meant to happen. not now. not ever. a lost voice and soon to be a lost husband too.

“i will save him.” His words cut through the air sharply. “And you will never tell him.”

for him. your mind yelled a dying symphony, deafening noise diminished to a whisper. you had come all this way for him. you couldn’t fail him now. you wouldn’t.

so we come to the scenario where Will gets out, he fails to hide his grief. Realising he may never hear you speak, or that it may be years until the damage could repair, it had his heart clenching. He knows, he knows without you even saying anything that it is hannibal who has done this to you. his waterline fills with tears as his calloused fingers cup your face ever so delicately, he does not even attempt to turn hannibal in, he simply coddles you, hoping for the day he can hear your voice again. And dealing with the guilt that gnaws at him, pulling him apart until he is bare.

#imagines #x reader #fluff #hannibal #lgbtq #hannibal lector #will graham #alana bloom #anons are open #anons open #hannibal nbc #fanfiction #angst #margot verger

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