#lara x fem!reader

[wandasfifthwife]

hiding from plain sight

— lara croft x fem!reader

summary | lara didn’t think that her last minute tactic to hide would end up with the two of you confessing

tw | R & L basically make out, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, awkward confessions, they’re running from people wanting to hurt them

a/n | NOT PROOFREAD. this scene is following what happened in the game, but I obviously changed it a bit. enjoy :)

༺ lara croft m.list ༻

Landing in Peru had a rough start. Going off of the plane crash you tried to have hope that it all would stop. The flood from before was sickening, everyone just barely surviving. Just before the plane had begun its descend, Lara had gone on about how she awoken something, but you still had hope this was all a fever dream. That she awoke nothing and was another tangent of hers.

That hope was a fantasy.

If you were a friend of Lara. Anywhere the woman went injuries and chaos followed.

You all were grateful for the support from a nearby city after the back-to-back death experiences. Lara and Jonah had been at these adventures far longer than you, so it made sense that they wouldn’t look as bothered. What didn’t make sense is for you to be just as unbothered, but you tried for the sake of not disturbing them.

Lara had gotten up from the table you all were sitting, saying she wants to look around.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come,” Jonah starts but Lara waves it off, saying she’s told him before that he’s deserves rest.

“I could?”

Jonah puts a handle hand near you, “are you sure. You still look like you’re in shock.”

“I’ll be fine.”

You follow Lara out towards the city. The mountains and shrubbery surrounding were breathtaking, bringing life to the already crowded streets.

“Being out here makes it difficult to want to go back home, why would someone wish to stare at architecture all day?”

A glare is sent her way, “You seek out stone, Lara, and stare at it for days. Sometimes weeks.”

She hums, looking over to you with a small smile. A sigh comes from her then, sounding exhausted.

“I feel terrible,” she points at you and Jonah in a fluid motion, “I’ve dragged you through hell.”

She leans on her right hip, a new habit of hers as she rubs a finger over your cheek. You hiss when it comes into contact right where your face had unfortunately crashed into the broken glass on the ground.

“Thankfully it’s not too deep,” she looks like she’s going to continue her doting and you’re quick to shut it down with a playful swat to. her hand.

“I'm going to live with a few cuts and bruises. How’re you, I haven’t even asked.”

“I’ll live.”

The end of her sentence is cut off with a guttural shout, Jonah’s body barreling into hers being the cause. His hand comes on end shoulder to steady her.

“You have to move,” he shoves you forward, “go.”

He’s calm on the outside, but the constant looking over his shoulder makes you nervous. As you run he attempts to explain the situation, a hoard of attackers are running through the town. An arrow flies through the air, a sound sharp in your ear as it narrowly misses your head.

“Jonah I’ll call you on your radio, stay safe.”

He’s giving a curt nod, looking to the both of you, before sprinting to the opposite end of the city. With you all separated, Lara grabs your arm and drags you down a decently sized cliff. Her hands steady you but she’s barely giving you any time before she’s tugging you along again. You’re trying your best but you’re out of breath, every deep breath feels you’re allowing needles into your lungs.

“Lara,” you gasp, “please, I need a moment.”

She doesn’t make any sign that she’s heard you, but you’re too scared to ask again, feeling like you’ve used all your petty asks. When she begins to speak you realize she’s heaving air just as a rough as you.

“Okay,” a crevice between two buildings is where she leads you, “we can rest here for a minute, hide from the general view.”

Her grip slips from yours as you slide down the wall and fall onto the ground. Sweat drips down onto the ground with the way your head fit between your legs. Lara’s at the entrance, looking around and listening to every word someone’s speaking nearby.

“What’s happening?”

Lara shakes her head and comes to rest beside you, “I’m not sure. Could be Trinity, or an enemy of the village we’re in.”

A minute passed and you feel it’s easier and even lighter to breathe again. Neither of you have said much for the sake of trying to saying hidden until the yelling in the distance quiets down. You’re hoping with every bone in your body you won’t have to run again.

“I think-“

“We could lead you to the mountain.”

Goosebumps line your body. Lara looks to you before walking towards the entrance of the alleyway. Judging by how fast she’s pushing her way towards you, you’re assuming it’s nothing good. Her hands find their way on your shoulders, face turned towards the little space between the buildings you’re squished between.

“Trinity,” she whispers, exasperated, “they’re here?”

“Do they know that we are as well?”

“It’s possible.”

The little stones in the dirt below you dig into you as her hands tighten around you. Her breath hot on your face as she mumbles nonsense under her breath.

“There’s nowhere for us to go,” you express your concern.

“That much is obvious, I’m trying to hear how far they are compared to us. Maybe we have a chance of running.”

That second she hears Dominguez’s voice what sounds like only a few steps away. She’s cursing, looking above and around you two.

“Lara,” you ask worryingly, hearing the footsteps getting clearer. Your eyes stay on her, frozen in fear if you two have to fight.

“Do you trust me.”

Your chest brushes hers with each breath. Her hair brushes your face with close she is. Your eyes are focused on her heavy ones as they search your face for an answer. Looking at how you two are, it’s almost funny how she thinks you don’t trust her. In the moment she’s your solid ground like she’s always been since you’ve ran into her.

“Yes,” you say and immediately her face is closing the distance between you two. A soft gasp comes from you as she moves her lips gently over yours. Hands push your legs apart, the space allowing for her body moves closer.

“Put your hands on me,” she murmurs against your lips.

You tuck your fingers into her buckle loop and tug her closer if possible. She kisses you with more passion now. Every sound coming from you is distracting when she’s trying to focus on the danger walking nearby.

“Lara is here in Peru?”

His tone is cold, scaring you. You act quick, weaving a hand into Lara’s hair and dragging her ponytail loose. Every second following you’re removing item after item to try and seem unrecognizable.

Her hands are fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. She’s pressing a kiss under your jaw, guiding down your neck. You’re embarrassed by the genuine moan that slipped.

You spot his figure come into view from behind Lara’s head and right away you’re shutting your eyes again. Ignorance is bliss.

Her lips find yours again, hands resting atop of yours. Thumbs rub soothing circles on the back of your hands as she navigates your arms to rest on her shoulders.

Another minute passes. The ministrations between you calming down as you realize he’s left. Your face heats when you look down to her rather swollen lips.

“I think he’s left,” she’s avoiding looking at you with the way her face is turned all the way around. “We can call Jonah and find where he’s at.”

She looks back to you and begins to ramble, guilt resting in her tight expression.

“I’m sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

“What?”

“I didn’t have to do that to hide. I should’ve thought more carefully about my actions.”

“It wasn’t unwelcome, I actually quite enjoyed it.”

She looks decently surprised, maybe satisfied, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

Her face comes close so she can place one on your cheek, “like that?”

You nod and she’s leaning in again to kiss at your collarbone, asking the same question before and getting the same answer. You relax into a full kiss, bringing a hand to comb through her long hair.

“That too?”

You laugh, “I like the kisses and the one giving them.”

She returns your ecstatic attitude, placing one last kiss on the corner of your lips, “me too.”

You grin fully, fear almost fading into a distant memory. The sheer joy on your face finds its way through how you’re pulling her near to kiss at her cheek. Trinity could come back any second, but you’re on cloud nine, so what else matters?

“We probably should dial Jonah,” she tries but grows weak at now you whine in disbelief. You’re about to agree when you hear his voice coming up.

“I heard you two through the radio,” his forehead shiny from the sweat rolling down his face, “why are you on the ground?”

You let a snarky laugh, nudging Lara but she’s putting her hands up. Jonah blinks, looking down to your neck, “woah what bit you?”

“Lara?” you say meekly.

“Is that some kind of species here?”

taglist

@thiskingdomwillendure

#lara croft x fem reader #lara x fem!reader #lara x reader #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x reader #tomb Raider #shadow of the tomb raider #tomb raider lara croft #lara croft #lara #tomb raider lara

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Serenity

[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.12k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Touch starved Lara (?), feelings of homesickness, fear of death, mentions of mourning, brief descriptions of wounds

Categories:

Angst Fluff Mix

One-Shot Preference Headcanon

[A/N]: Wanted to try a bit of a different format for the summary, hope it makes sense.

Enjoy!

Harsh winds whipped past the shape of the land, bending around every mountain and down every ravine and valley like ribbon. Shivering harshly and clutching onto her heavy coat, Lara sighed, planting herself in front of the campfire she had set up. As the flames crackled to life and began to grow, she scooted closer, holding her hands out towards the blazing heat in an attempt to warm them. She huffed out hot air into her cupped palms before rubbing them together and shifting to hold them out again.

She repeated this motion a few more times before wriggling her fingers around a bit. Once she was sure they were warmed up enough, she slipped her journal out from her traveler’s pack and took her pen out. She flipped over to the next blank page, beginning to jot things down with stiff hands. It started with her summarizing all that had happened during the current expedition up until that point, but quickly shifted to her feelings of homesickness. It wasn’t the manor or her private apartment she was missing, however. She was missing the woman waiting for her back home.

A small smile of content formed on her lips at the mere thought of her.

“God, [Y/N], I wish you were…”

She shook her head as a chill ran down her spine, as if she was being reminded of the brutal conditions she was in. With a small struggle, she scribbled out the ending of the sentence before starting a new one.

“No, I wish I was there with you. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you. Especially how warm you are. It’s freezing out here, although I’m not sure what I was expecting. Even when we stayed by the hot springs for a bit, my hands were too frozen to do anything. Writing this right now is extremely difficult because we’re headed toward the peak of a mountain where the snow is really dense. The altitude levels are getting high, and it’s making some of the crew sick, so we had to set up camp in the meantime. Aside from Jonah, the crew here doesn’t really care for all of this. They’re either doing it for the media exposure or for the money. The majority of them have made it clear that they aren’t doing it for the sake of discovery. I do kind of wish you were here in all honesty. Jonah is interested in what we’re looking for, but it always takes some convincing with him. With you, you’re always on board immediately. And, according to the others, you share the same level of enthusiasm as me. I guess I never really noticed it.

“Which is honestly a bit of a surprise. I know I can get a bit…aggressive about these things, or obsessive. People tell me I start getting picky about things once I realize they don’t have the same interests and intentions as me. And Sam wonders why I don’t like hanging out with other people.”

She laughed softly to herself, skimming over her words before she continued writing.

“Except you, of course. I wish I could bring you along with me to these expeditions, but I’m just…worried Trinity is going to get to you somehow, and aside from Jonah, you’re the only one I have left. If they got ahold of you, I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I’ve lost too many people already. I can’t lose you too.”

A small pause. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself during these trips anymore. Before she had met [Y/N], she had gotten used to sleeping alone and spending the majority of her time alone. She could go on journeys without worrying about returning home to someone. She didn’t want to die, that wasn’t what she was thinking of. She just didn’t feel guilty about trips taking longer than she initially planned. Deep down, though, she knew [Y/N] understood. Each time she’d make it home to her girlfriend, she was always greeted with relief and excitement rather than annoyance and resentment.

During the nights where she was alone on the expeditions, she could eventually get herself to fall asleep for short periods of time, pretending she was back home in bed with her girlfriend, cuddled up together under the blankets and sleeping in.

Another thing she had to readjust to was doing things solo. The only thing she tended to do on her own at the manor anymore was paperwork. [Y/N] would do everything with her there: researching, reading, cleaning, taking trips to different cities, and so on and so forth. She had grown so accustomed to that to where she found herself itching to talk to someone or move around at the campsites when she used to just sit there and think to herself.

She genuinely enjoyed the idea of having someone to come home to every time, but it still caused guilt when anything went wrong. There was a near-constant worry that her job was straining the relationship, regardless of what [Y/N] told her.

She had never been in a relationship before, so she really had no idea what to expect. It was stressful trying to learn how to open up to someone, but once she realized she could fully trust [Y/N], she found it much easier to start talking about her past.

Another sigh slipped past her lips, her gaze dropping down to the page of her journal again.

“I can’t wait to get home to you again. And honestly, I never thought I’d be able to say that. With how often I’m traveling, I figured I wouldn’t find someone who was willing to put up with my constant researching and preparing. I suppose I could take you on easier trips where I know Trinity won’t be. I could teach you how to go rock climbing and the basics of how to survive out in the wilderness.”

A sense of fondness washed over her, remembering how Roth would take her backpacking and traveling to random places so she could learn all of his tricks.

“If Roth were still here, I bet I could’ve convinced him to let you come with us to one of our training expeditions. He loved teaching all about journeying. He probably would’ve talked your ear off the way he did with me.”

Once more, a soft laugh escaped her.

“I’d honestly give anything to hear him lecture me about trusting my instinct again. You would’ve loved him. He was a good man.”

She studied her entry, repeatedly skimming over Roth’s name scribbled out in her shaky handwriting. 

“I wish you could’ve met him.”

She frowned at the memory of what happened in Yamatai, guilt beginning to bubble up to the surface again. She sighed, trying to shift her focus to something else.

“I can’t wait to get back home to you. I miss you. Hopefully I’ll be able to see you sooner rather than later. I already want to come back just so I can be with you again. I love you.”

Gently, she shut her journal and tucked it away again, dropping her pen in on top of it before zipping the bag shut. Once she placed the bag to her side, she shifted to turn back to the fire, which had grown to a decent size. Her unfocused gaze watched the flames in front of her dance wildly to the bitterly cold gusts of wind. Soon, as she waited for Jonah to call her over, her mind wandered off, her body shivering, aching, and craving to be in her warm, plush bed by [Y/N]’s side again.

The expedition finally came to an end. Unfortunately, it had taken an extra three days thanks to Trinity’s operation disrupting everything. Lara was returning home with another artifact, one which she planned to donate to a local museum instead of adding to her personal collection. She asked Jonah to drop the artifact off for her, her expression alone telling him all he needed to know. He agreed, knowing she just wanted to get home to [Y/N] again and rest. Once the plane landed and they disembarked with their luggage, Lara instantly found her car still parked in a private garage she had paid for ahead of time.

She hopped in instantly after tucking her small amount of luggage into the trunk, started the engine, and sped off toward her home. The majority of the drive there, she reflected on what had happened during the expedition. Although she had been in a warm environment for hours on the way back, she still felt chilled to the bone after swimming in glacial waters for hours on end. All she craved was to get home and warm all the way up so she could sleep comfortably, even though she knew the moment the numbness subsided, her joints would ache even more.

Once she finally arrived, she parked her car in her usual spot and headed inside, completely forgetting about the bags in the trunk. Her body felt like it would collapse any minute, so she was desperately trying to get inside and find [Y/N].

With a great deal of effort, straining the aching muscles in her arms and back, she shoved the main door open leading into the front parlor. Before any of the servants could lead her somewhere to get her injuries treated or get changed into warmer clothes, Lara made a beeline to the stairs leading up to the second floor of the main building. She wobbled down the hall to her bedroom door, weakly pushing it open with a small grunt of pain. She didn’t spot [Y/N] in the bedroom right away, so she checked the bathroom attached to it.

She wasn’t there either. Odd.

With a groan, she forced herself to trudge back out of the room and down the hall, planning to check the library next. And if she wasn’t there, she’d search the main study. Before she could make it to the doorway leading to the library, [Y/N] stepped out carrying a couple of books. When she spotted Lara, her face lit up, excitedly placing the books aside on a nearby console table and rushing over to the brunette. At the sight of [Y/N] heading her direction, a small surge of energy bolted through Lara’s senses. She beamed over at her and opened her arms, sighing in relief when the smaller woman leaned heavily into her embrace.

“Lara, you’re back! How was the trip? Find anything good?”

Lara grinned wider at her enthusiasm–a breath of fresh air to have someone show genuine interest in her own passion. “Yeah, we found an old artifact, but I told Jonah to just go donate it to the local museum. I don’t have much space left on the shelves in my study, and I don’t want to clutter our room with them.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, a small nod as her response as they remained in their embrace a moment longer.

At length, much to Lara’s dismay, [Y/N] leaned back. One hand dropped down to gently take hold of the brunette’s, and the other lifted to cup her cheek. At the feeling of warmth against her face, Lara leaned into the touch, her eyes shutting as she sighed. “C’mon,” [Y/N] started softly with a warm smile, “let’s get you patched up and changed. Then you can get some sleep.” Before she could try to refute, Lara yawned and nodded, wearily following the smaller woman’s lead as she carefully tugged her toward the bedroom again.

Once in there, she sat Lara down on the bed, retrieved the First Aid kit from the medical cabinet in the bathroom, and joined her on the mattress, which the brunette seemed to immediately sink into. She pulled out a damp rag she had also grabbed and began to dab cautiously at the scratches and cuts littered across Lara’s skin. When she began to apply the antiseptic, she earned a few hisses of pain, though they quickly died down with each passing second. All the while, Lara’s eyelids were growing heavier. She did her best to bite back her yawns, though most of them still snuck through.

After cleaning all of the visible marks, [Y/N] stitched up what she needed to, and applied bandages to what was left. She quickly packed the kit back up and stored it in the bathroom once more. Then, she helped Lara head into the bathroom and get undressed, helping her step into the bath when the warm water filled up enough. Once the brunette was situated and comfortable, [Y/N] took her hair down for her and began to rinse and lather it with the shampoo she had set up beforehand. Once her hair was clean, she then washed Lara’s back, shoulders, and mostly everything but her stomach, legs, and mostly whatever was underneath the water, which she let the Croft do on her own.

By the time Lara was clean and wrapped up in a towel after stepping out of the tub, [Y/N] left and came back in carrying a pair of clothes that had just been pulled out from the dryer. She gave the brunette a bit of privacy to get dressed. Lara hummed contentedly at the warm, soft fabric brushing across her skin: a pair of black fleece pants with a slightly oversized gray t-shirt.

She stood after tugging her clothes on. After folding the towel back up enough to hang on the rack on the wall, she flipped the lightswitch off and left the bathroom, finding [Y/N] standing by the bed with a tray in her hands. Curiously, Lara walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed with an eyebrow raised. Before she could question what it was, [Y/N] moved to hand the tray to her, revealing her favorite dish warmed up and placed nicely on a plate.

At the sight of it, she blinked, and soon looked back up at her girlfriend, who had moved to her own side of the bed. “Go ahead and eat. I wanted you to have something in your stomach so it doesn’t growl and wake you up like last time.”

With a pleased grin, Lara nodded and shifted up to her spot in bed to prop herself up against the headboard. She was quick to pick up her fork and dig into the dish, clearly grateful to have something prepared for her instead of needing to fix something for herself the way she had done the past few days in the wilderness. It saved her a lot of time and energy, all of which she could spend on recovering from the trip. Within minutes, the plate was clean and her cup was empty. She moved to get up and bring it to the kitchen downstairs, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her and take it from her hands. “Hey, no, go ahead and stay here, alright? I really just want you to relax for a while.”

Even if Lara had planned on refusing the help, it would’ve been no use, as [Y/N] was already by the door by the time she finished speaking. She quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Lara there to wait. She hadn’t even had a chance to nod. She sighed, shuffling downward to bundle up underneath the thick blankets layering her mattress and tugging them partially over her head. The moment her head made contact with her pillow, she groaned in relief, the plush surface welcoming her and pulling her into a partial slumber already.

She fought to stay awake a little longer, however, wanting to be cuddled up against [Y/N] as she slept so she could hear her heartbeat. Ever since the two had started sharing the bed, that’s how Lara fell asleep. It’s why going on long expeditions was so difficult sometimes–she had no heartbeat to listen to, no breathing she could hear but her own, and no warmth to lean into when she got a chill or had a strange dream that kept her eyes pried open in alarmed confusion. Another yawn pushed past her lips, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. Just as she was close to being lulled into sleep, the bedroom door creaked open again. [Y/N] stepped inside and turned the lights off, then headed over to the windows and closed all the heavy curtains, leaving a very dull light in the room.

She then crawled into her side of the bed, though she was quickly met with Lara scooting over and pressing her head against her chest, planting her ear directly over the girl’s sternum to hear the steady thumping of her heartbeat resting safely behind her ribs. A sigh of relief made its way from Lara. She wriggled over a bit, nuzzled her face further into the blankets, and finally settled for a position. With a small smile, [Y/N] rolled over just enough to wrap both of her arms around the brunette’s torso. She pulled her closer as softly as she could.

“Did you wanna talk about the trip?” She whispered softly. A bit of a delay, but Lara answered with a small shake of her head. “No,” she murmured almost inaudibly. “Maybe tomorrow.” [Y/N] nodded in response. She slid one of her arms over a bit, earning a groan of disapproval, though it was quickly replaced by an even fainter groan of pleasure once her fingernails began to gently rake through Lara’s brunette locks. [Y/N] repeated this motion for a while before changing to let her nails scratch soothingly at the sore muscles of the taller woman’s back. “Mmm, what about you?” Lara finally managed to slur out after a few minutes.

[Y/N] hummed, confused. “What about me?” She questioned quietly. Again, there was a pause before she got a response. “What about your day? Tell me…about your day.”

“Oh. Well, it wasn’t very eventful, to be honest. I just helped some of the maids and then read a few books. That’s why I was leaving the library when you made it in.”

“Mmh.”

Lara groaned and shuffled even closer. “I missed you so much,” she whispered. [Y/N] beamed down at her, pure adoration in her eyes. “I missed you too.” She pressed a kiss to the brunette’s forehead, to which Lara responded by scrunching up her nose and leaning her head forward, wordlessly asking for another one. The smaller woman complied after letting a gentle giggle slip in between breaths and pressed a longer kiss to Lara’s head, earning a small huff of satisfaction.

For a while longer, [Y/N] continued to talk about whatever came to mind. Lara wasn’t entirely listening, she just wanted to hear her voice, but [Y/N] already knew that. She didn’t mind. She could talk about seeing a bird on the window sill, and Lara would still find it calming solely because she could hear her speaking. She could hear the low rumbling and vibrations in her chest with every word spoken, and on top of the sound of her heartbeat, it was like the ultimate white noise for Lara.

She wasn’t entirely sure why it brought her so much comfort, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. It helped her fall asleep and stay asleep, which is something she struggled with for the longest time. Being able to get a proper night’s rest felt so refreshing.

Especially after having to be on high alert and sleep lightly for weeks on end during most of her journeys.

After a while, [Y/N] ran out of things to talk about. However, knowing that hearing her make noise was what helped Lara fall asleep, she opted to sing softly instead. An hour or so must’ve passed before Lara’s breathing deepened and slowed, evening out as her body signaled she was fully asleep. After finishing the song she had been practically humming at that point, [Y/N] stopped singing. When she fell silent, her own eyes beginning to droop from fatigue, Lara tugged her closer, unconsciously trying to find the source of the noise again. She settled after a moment when her hearing focused in on her heartbeat once more.

She mumbled something under her breath, though the blankets muffled most of it. The other half of the incoherent speech was caused by her lack of conscience. [Y/N] didn’t mind it though. Finally being able to hold Lara safely in her arms again after two and a half weeks was all she had been wanting. She glanced down at her, smiling tiredly and pressing a gentle kiss to her head again before yawning and closing her eyes.

Soon enough, she fell into a deep slumber as well.

The following morning, the sun crept in through the blinds, alerting everyone of its wake. Bright golden beams trailed their way into the bedroom, sneaking up the covers and making Lara suddenly aware of her surroundings again. She grumbled, calloused fingertips grasping at the hem of the comforter that had slipped from over her head and tugging upward, desperately trying to block out the warmth that stirred her awake. It had been years–until she met [Y/N], anyway–since she had been able to sleep in peacefully without the overwhelming worry of needing to constantly accomplish something. She wanted to stay asleep at least long enough to finish her dream.

For a moment, she smirked to herself, noticing just how soft she had gotten once her relationship had been established with the other woman. Had they never met, nor had they gotten as close as they did, she’d likely still be awake at this hour, buried away in her personal study with stacks of books and loose files strewn about.

With a sense of bitter hesitation, one in which she debated falling back into the dream she had been having just a moment prior–which thankfully wasn’t another nightmare keeping her awake–she let her weary eyes flutter open. A small shove downward let the covers fall free from over her head again, begrudgingly allowing the sunlight to caress her features in a more willing manner. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips once she was able to let her eyes adjust to the blazing beams of light dancing around with each small movement.

After a moment of gaining her bearings, she yawned, drowsily rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes as she shifted over to find [Y/N] still resting at her side. The corners of her lips perked up into a small smile of contentment at the sight. She hummed, shuffled up to let her head rest even in front of [Y/N]’s, and gazed over at her.

The light that had disturbed Lara of her rest now brought her a sense of peace. The warm glow of the amber streaks lighting up the room seemed to embrace every little mark across [Y/N]’s skin, highlighting each scar and stray freckle. Never before had she seemed so at ease in her slumber–or maybe Lara had been too focused on holding her close to have noticed. She noticed it now, though.

And she intended to savor every minute of it.

Moments passed, and her hands were itching to feel the softness of the woman’s skin. With a slight ounce of uncertainty, worried she might stir her awake, she finally lifted her hand from the spot on the mattress next to her and drove it up to let the backs of her fingers graze over [Y/N]’s cheek, huffing out a small sigh at the warmth as though she hadn’t been pressed tightly against her mere moments before.

Her fingers trailed up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind the sleeping woman’s ear, slowly and silently shuffling forward to press a featherlike kiss to her forehead. At the feeling of soft lips and touches against her skin, [Y/N] began to wake, her brows furrowing together momentarily in thought, as if she were stuck between her dreams and lucidity. Her features softened just as quickly as they tightened, followed by her eyes flitting open and instantaneously focusing on the smitten gaze in front of her. She hummed, grinning and letting her hand slide up to gently take hold of Lara’s. With a small squeeze to her lax hand, [Y/N] turned her head to press an equally soft kiss to her palm.

“Morning,” she murmured against her skin, letting her focus flicker back toward the deep brown eyes now somehow filled with even more love than before.

“Morning,” came her faint reply.

“Are you feeling better now that you’ve slept?” Lara grinned, nodding almost unnoticeably. She carefully slipped her hand from [Y/N]’s, then letting it trail down to the smaller woman’s hip. Once moving a bit closer, as well as shuffling back down further into the comforter, she wrapped both arms around [Y/N]’s waist, tugging her closer and letting her head fall against her chest. Once [Y/N]’s chin moved to rest atop the brunette’s head, Lara sighed, her eyes fluttering shut once more. “Yes, but if I’m being completely honest, my entire body is aching right now. So much happened before I got back.”

She chuckled, wincing to herself at the sudden jolt of pain that erupted from the nerves in the skin taut against her stomach. “I don’t know if I can physically get up yet. Or if I'll be able to at all today.”

A playful snicker sounded above her, prompting her to lift her head and look up at [Y/N]. “Are you sure that’s why? Or do you just want to stay in bed and cuddle like this for the day?” Lara rolled her eyes with a smirk of her own. “I’m telling you: every single muscle in my body is painfully sore. I could get up if I absolutely needed to, but I don’t, so I’d really just prefer to stay here.”

With a moment in between the playful banter, Lara dropped her head back against [Y/N]’s chest. She waited, pondering what she wanted to say as her nails gently scratched at the soft fabric of the shirt she leaned against, sighing silently at the feeling of the motion being reciprocated in a far more soothing way. As she focused on [Y/N] tracing random shapes and words against her scarred skin, subconsciously wondering if she could make out anything specific if she focused, she closed her eyes.

“But even if I somehow wasn’t sore like I am now, I’d absolutely want to stay like this for the day. I missed you,” although her voice had already started off gentle, her tone only seemed to drift further into silence. Whether it stemmed from sheepishness or fatigue, [Y/N] didn’t know. She didn’t mind it, however, and instead pulled her closer. “I missed you too. So very much.”

She paused, one of her hands stroking the brunette strands sprawled out on the mattress behind Lara as her brow creased in thought. “I do worry about you though,” she admitted after what felt like hours, not sure if Lara was still even awake at the moment or if she had heard her. She had, however, and was quick to gaze back up at her, partially hidden way beneath the comforter. Her eyes, which had just been staring at her with a mix of blissful fatigue and love, were now a concoction of bleary concern and confusion. “Why?”

“Because sometimes I worry that something is going to happen to you while you’re away, and I’m never going to know. I mean, I know you won’t go down without a fight, but I’m still terrified that there will be a day where I see you alive for the last time. That thought alone plagues my mind every single time you leave, and it just…scares me?” She scoffed. “No, it’s so much more than just feeling scared. I’m terrified beyond belief that a thought like that could somehow become a reality.”

She hadn’t realized she had begun rambling until Lara shifted up to be eye-level with her again, a far more serious expression taking over. With her features creased with concern, Lara cupped [Y/N]’s face, the pads of her thumbs stroking away the tears that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. When had she started crying?

“I promise you I’m never going to let that happen, alright? There’ve been so many times I shouldn’t have been able to survive, but I did. Like you said: I won’t go down without a fight. And now that I have you here, I have all the more reason to fight to stay alive. I couldn’t bear the thought of never coming home to you. Just…don’t ever worry about me not coming home, okay? One way or another, I’ll find a way to get back to you.”

Her tone softened with every passing word, her heart and mind filling with relief upon seeing a gentle smile grace [Y/N]’s lips. She returned her grin and leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “Even if it means I have to admit to Jonah that I’m wrong,” she added with a fake annoyance and a small roll of her eyes. [Y/N] couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, allowing Lara to finally let out a small sigh of solace.

“I wouldn’t trade my time with you for anything,” she reassured, trading roles and pulling [Y/N] into her chest instead. “Not for an artifact, not for a trip to some uncharted land, not for my studies, not for anything. I know I may not be the best at showing it, but I truly love you, [Y/N]. I promise you that I’ll always find my way back to you.”

At her reassurance, [Y/N] nuzzled closer to focus in on her heartbeat, unable to bite back the wide smile that stretched across her lips. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Her words were true, she just wished she could find a way to prove it to her every day. Regardless of how invested she could get in her studies or research for her next expedition somewhere far away, she wouldn’t trade these moments of serenity for the world. She treasured them far more than any artifact she had discovered, and would do anything to ensure more of those memories could be made. Not even the strongest forces out there would stop her from returning to the one person she could call home, and she vowed, one way or another, to make sure it stayed that way for good.

#fluff #x reader #female reader #slight angst #tomb raider #rise of the tomb raider #shadow of the tomb raider #lara croft #lara croft x reader #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x female reader

[vampcubus]

Ashi, my darling do u think izuku is a bratty sub or a obedient sub.. or both.. 👀

HI LARA!! more than happy to share my thoughts on this since he's been running laps in my mind. i got carried awayyyyy. i need to write a proper brat taming fic for him ong.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!izuku, dom!fem!reader, master kink.

I'd say Izuku defaults as an obedient sub, especially during your first few sexual encounters.

He's desperate to please, and frankly likes to be bossed around in the bedroom. There's very little he wouldn't do just to hear you praise him for a job well done – and he always does his very best, serving you enthusiastically, tongue, hands, and cock just toys for you to use as far as he's concerned. He's pliant and submits easily, taking all that you give – or decide to withhold until he's earned it. Earning pleasure is very fulfilling for him, and an edged orgasm always feels more satisfying.

That said, he gets brattier as time passes and he gets more comfortable with your dynamic. He gets greedy, lapping up your praise and gentle touches like he needs them to live, only to plead for more of it in his next breath. He's always so quick to beg before you've hardly even started.

"Be patient, puppy," you'd urge, and he'd only whine and writhe harder, hips bucking into your open palm as it teases over the flushed head. "Are you listening?"

"But I want more. please, I need more," he insists, eyes half-lidded and glossy as he watches you play with his cock. You spare him only two fingers, stroking just below the head ever so softly. His head falls back onto the bed, hips lifting up, seeking more friction. He needs a firmer grip, a faster pace, but you only push his hips back down, pinning them there with a displeased grunt.

"You'll take what I give you, or you'll get nothing, understand?" You assert, letting his dick slap back against his tummy despite his whiny protests. "You wanna make your master happy, don't you?

"I want you to fuck me," Izuku huffs, brows pinched in frustration. He reaches a hand for his cock, and you slap it away instantly. "You're being so mean."

"I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such a whiny brat," you sigh, climbing on top of him, capturing both wrists and pinning them on either side of his head. He gasps as you sit on his cock but otherwise leave him to twitch pathetically against your clothed cunt, he can feel how warm you are and it makes him moan shakily. "Are you gonna keep your hands to yourself like a good boy, or do I have to cuff you?"

"No, please don't do that! i'll be good now. 'm sorry, please touch my cock again, master," he pleads, arms going limp in your firm hold to indicate his promised compliance. "Please I- mmf!"

His incessant begging is silenced when you pull down your panties, ball them up, and stuff them in his mouth.

"That's better. Now let's try again, shall we?" You hum, satisfied with his muffled whimpering.

There are times Izuku would obey you without question, prepared to kneel and worship the ground you walk on without a second thought. Other times he can't help but challenge you, can't help but test your patience, to make you work for his submission. Ultimately yes, he wants you to have your way with him, but sometimes he just can't stop the bratty phrase "Make me." from slipping out when you tell him what to do.

Sometimes he gets that determined glimmer in his eye and he misbehaves just to see how you react, a satisfied grin pulling at his lips when you flounder at his audacity. He'll move when you tell him to be still, moan out when you tell him to be quiet, and egg you on just to see you snap and put him in his place.

You're his Master, and he wants you to remind him why. To prove it. Izuku getting pinned down and railed into compliance is an absolute win for him.

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #lara <3 #izuku midoriya x reader #sub izuku #sub deku #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #n/sfw #fem reader #female reader #dom!reader #dom reader

[conclush]

Did she ever loved me?

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Angelina Jolie x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ you couldn't take it anymore that angelina kept you secret from her family after her divorce that's why you had finally made a decision for the both of you.

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ angst, mention of harassment

an: I know I said I'll be taking a break but I still can't stop myself from writing but I'm currently feeling better.

masterlist

„ seriously angelina you're always not showing up to our dates!” you yelled sternly at the tall woman infront of you and she furrowed her brows.

„ you know my job and my kids are important to me y/n so yes I have to not be there!” she scoff at you so you did the same thing as her but with pure anger.

You've both been always fight like this after angelina's divorce with brad when you both had started dating angelina told you to keep you're relationship for the sake of her and her kids you first understoodly her it must've have been hard for the kids to be apart with their father so you agreed on it.

Months went by until things changed whenever you both had a pleasure in her house she would immediately told you to leave because her kids might see you but you told her that she should told you about her kids she would make a short sorry and some excuse that you almost hated about her.

You can't keep this anymore you thought if she ever love me then why do we have to secret ourselves? Does she even love me?

„ Angie I understand that you but when will you tell them though? I mean we've been dating for 5 months then you would just either call me to come over to your house to have sex or you would pull me away or you just got drunk and take me with you where you would just fuck me there and there and after that you would just throw me out. We don't even go into dates anymore because again you wouldn't want people knowing about us.....I feel just like a fuck toy angie!....a booty call for you.” you finally confessed to her and you let out a tear fall down you're cheeks as she stare at you blankly you thought there was never love in her eyes.

Angelina sigh at herself the putting her hands to her hair before looking at you while you crossed your arms.

„ look babe I know but I'll tell them soon ok?, I promise.” you shook your head disagreed at her promising.

Now you carefully stare at her calmly before letting out a breath.

„ no angie don't make a promise to me anymore.” she thought for a moment before giving you a nod she walk into you as you tried to avoid her eyes because if you did you would broke.

„ I'll be back if these finally calmed.” she kissed your forehead before leaving you onto your bed.

You finally let out a cry this is so hard that you couldn't take it anymore you didn't even know if you both are dating or just friends with benefits it's like a game that never ends she would tell you that she was going to tell the others soon but it will never happen because you couldn't even feel it.

As you finally have relax yourself from the breaking heart of yours you made your way to your bed you could feel your own eyes being red and puffy as you sat down to the other side of your bed you're eyes began to blurry again you gave the air a shaky sigh and brushing your own tears with your hands.

Before you could lied down your phone ring meaning someone had texted you but you just stare at you phone for awhile you were thinking if it was angelina you let out a shaky breath before picking up your phone from the nightstand.

You saw it was a very close friend of yours before you could reply to his text you immediately got a little bit of a shock.

Brian✨

Hey y/n/n how are you?

You know I just got invited to a party and I was hoping if you would like to get drinks🥂?

You

I don't bry I don't think I'm feeling good today.

Brian✨

Why are you hurt? Are you sick? Do you want me to come over to your house?

You smile at his worries for you but you thought that you might indeed need a drink.

You

No I'm alright ty for the worries tho but you know I should come over to.

Brian✨

Oh ok then I'll pick you up then so expect some handsome guy over at your doorstep😉.

You

Ok old man, will do!

After your texting with Brian you finally close your phone feeling a little bit better you made your way to your closet and choose a casual dress.

You and Brian had met in highschool he was smart and you were athletic one he was the class president of your classroom and at that time you would play volleyball with your teammates what you didn't know that Brian has been eyes for you for many years.

You both would always talk at some point you were the first one who talk to him you both had a lot of common things but when you had turn into college he told you that his parents wants him to study him abroad to be honest you were upset that your friend needs to go but you told him it was fine and that you should see each other in the future he totally agreed on you.

Many years went by after you finally graduated you start to work your butt for long hours your dream was to be a lawyer to right the law at some point when you met one of your new workers back then you were shock to see who it was, It was Brian. Alot of things changed about him his taller now and not wearing a glasses anymore which made him more handsome.

After you had finally encountered him again you both stay connect to each other he was the first one to ask your number you friendly gave him to it his attitude change also too.

Now you're here sitting alone waiting for Brian to come up with a drinks in his hands let's say that you had drank alot of alcohol that had maybe made you a little bit tipsy.

You let out a hiccup as you look around you this is what you need for now no Angelina jolie, no arguments just this, drink.

As you continued to hiccup you felt a rough hand through your waist you slowly turn to who it was, some weirdo old drunk man trying again to flirt on you but you immediately took his hand off from you're waist and before you could stand up he holds your wrist roughly that could leave a bruise.

„ hey pretty why don't we and you're perfect body of yours enjoy? Wouldn't you like that?” you tried to push him away but his hand was stopping you from doing it.

You might have drank a lot but that could never make you drunk enough.

„ fuck off you old shit and get the fucking hell off me!” you hissed at the pain his giving you before you could let go you felt a hard smack across your cheeks that made you fell from the couch.

„ you need to learn some respect beautiful you don't want me to fucking hurt you!” your hand made their way to your cheek that has been slap.

He was about to hit you again but soonly got punch across the face from someone the man stumble and fell from the ground and a mess in the table which you didn't even care at this point but you were thankfull to whoever it was.

You slowly look up to see Brian with pure anger on his eyes his wrist began to became red at the same time he gave the old man a stern look as he was about to get up the securities were here.

All you could hear is the old man yelling to the both of you brian cupped you're cheeks making you to look at him and that's when you saw some sparkling in his eyes.

He gave you his handkerchief and you excuse yourself at the restroom he even ask he he should go with you you just refuse him and immediately running off to the restroom.

You lock the door and you turn to water you put the both of your hands in the sides of the sink you look at yourself in the mirror with shame, disgust and regret.

You heard your name being called outside it was Brian checking for you if you were ok as you got out from the room and nodding at him you were still holding his handkerchief tightly he took your hands to him and rub it gently.

„ hey don't worry everything is going to be ok alright good thing is that the securities believe me that that man had tried to harass you they immediately threw him out, I'm so sorry if I wasn't there early I could have protect you.” he calmly said you stare at him before giving him a sad smile.

„ it's fine really I guess today is just really bad day for me.” you both finally sat down at the couch but not the same place where the mess happened.

You look down at you're fingers fidgeting it as Brian was about to take a drink but soon stop himself he could see you, he was hurt that these happened because of him all he wanted for the both of you is to enjoy and finally tell you something very important.

„ Did you broke up?” he slowly said as you put your head on his shoulder and shaking your head.

„ I don't know bry, it's been hard for me it really has for the both of us... I don't even know if she ever loved me..I don't know if I should break up with her it's just been hard for the both of us.” you look at nothing while Brian look at you worriedly.

He already had known that you and angelina had been dating for months but he promised that we would never ever told anyone about your relationship it was still a good thing because even how bad your relationship is Brian kept his promise, and you were glad he did.

„ look y/n/n, love is never kind; love is confusion and pain and abandonment. It's every single nightmare your mind has been plagued by. And yes, it can unmake you in ways you never thought were possible, but love— it will remind you what it's like to be a human.” he gently rubs your scalp as you tried to observe his words.

Until it hit you, you finally had a choice that should have been chosen for the past months.

Brian took you to your home he ask is you ever wanted for him to stay so he could take care of you but you just happily refused him and after you said your goodbyes you didn't expect for you to find out that angelina is sitting on your couch with jealousy and some...shame in her eyes?

She slowly look up to who it was, you were finally home she waited for you for many hours she even thought that you had left the house and currently staying at a friend's house.

„ you're finally home I've been waiting for you.....so who was it that dropped you off?” you avoid her eyes onto but you could feel her eyes are burning through your back you could feel it.

„ just a close friend of mine nothing more.” she hummed in response she know you had gotten into a party but she at least you were out with your friends that she know but that guy who just dropped you off she has never seen him in her entire life.

Angelina tried to stopped herself from asking more knowing that it could lead to a huge argument again.

Now you turn your head towards and meeting her beautiful eyes you could finally look at her with a blankly expression.

When she felt that this tension is familiar she couldn't help but stare at you nervously.

„ you're breaking up with me aren't you?” you smile at her bitterly and nodding at her direction.

„ I guess this is it. I'm really so so sorry y/n for how I treated you— you definitely deserve so much better and I'm so sorry that I didn't gave you that a partner should does... I'm sorry that I made you think that you're just a booty call. But I just want for us to remain friends.”

„ Angelina I've always known that you're kids and you're career is important for you but I glad that we both learned our lesson and I don't think there's anything I need to forgive you for Angie, I understand that you're still going through impossible with your divorce so I respect your decision and I'd still love to still be a friend of yours.”

Finally the big boat from your chest has finally sink you don't feel anymore unless some ease and peace.

You both gave each other a sad smile and Angelina pulled you onto her arms and you both hug each other before saying you're final goodbyes.

Years went by and it's been 3 years later when Angelina is currently sitting in the church watching you from the distance finally getting married to Brian finally who made you realized what truly love is and that made her realized of how much of a mistake by letting you go.

But inside of her was happy for you but in her heart she would have a special place for you.

an: thena hc is currently on a process!

#angelina jolie x reader #angelina jolie #angelina jolie x you #angelina jolie imagine #angelina jolie x fem reader #maleficent x reader #maleficent #thena imagine #thena x reader #thena eternals #thena goddess of war #thenamesh #lisa rowe x reader #lisa rowe #elise clifton ward x reader #elise clifton ward #lara croft #lara croft angelina jolie #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #new marvel movies #the avengers #lesbian #gxg #angst

[pixievi]

begging for some character thoughts/hc's that I can expand upon in a lil post 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 they can be nsfw and/sfw!!

#pixievi chats #arcane women #vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi arcane #smut #arcane headcanon #arcane smut #eivor varinsdóttir #caitlyn kiramman x reader #ellie williams x reader #lara croft x fem!reader #kit tanthalos x reader #jade claymore x reader #sevika x reader #kassandra of sparta x reader #eivor varinsdóttir x reader #eivor wolfkissed x reader #karli morgenthau x reader #karli morgenthau x fem!reader

[lewisvinga]

prinsesse! | oscar piastri x royal! danish! fem! reader

summary; oscar met y/n while she was secretly visiting australia and since then, they have kept a private but not a secret relationship. the danish princess wasn’t known by the whole world until a certain danish junior driver recognizes her.

fc; lara cosima

warnings; none (?)

note; requested!

taglist; @namgification

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: summer 🌴

username: SHES SO PRETTYY

username: will never get over how her account is private 💔

username: vacation osc 🧚‍♀️

yourusername: 🤍 liked by oscarpiastri

landonorris: you better come back with a tan

oscarpiastri: i can confirm i am now 2 shades tanner

username: i miss f1

username: oscar the best rookie

username: oscar being taken is my roman empire

username: seeing what drivers do on summer break is so entertaining 😭

frederikvestiofficial: wait, isn’t that the princess??

landonorris: the what

frederikvestiofficial: of denmark!

logansargeant: no that’s oscar’s girlfriend

logansargeant: wait a minute

oscarpiastri: yeah ?😀

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: min prinsesse [my princess]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: osc❤️‍🩹 jeg elsker dig🩵 [i love you]

oscarpiastri: i love you🧡

yourusername: far [dad] has been asking when you’re gonna join for dinner 🤔

oscarpiastri: tell him i’ll be back from england next week😌

username: OMG??

username: oscar in his prince era??!!! liked by yourusername !

landonorris: no way she’s been a princess this whole time…

oscarpiastri: i mean she wasn’t hiding it

landonorris: u let me act like a fool in front of a PRINCESS??😀😀

yourusername: ur funny tho don’t worry😁

logansargeant: why doesn’t america have a royal family , going to a ball would be sick asf 🥲

yourusername: bday invite coming soon to u , logan don’t worry🧚‍♀️

oscarpiastri: be prepared to learn a new type of dancing

username: oh she’s a beauty!😍

username: gosh she has such a princess fairy face, how’d oscar pull her

oscarpiastri: i’ve asked myself that everyday ever since she visited australia 5 years ago and willingly talked to me🥸

yourusername: if it wasn’t for my younger brothers i would’ve been to shy to talk to osc😅😅

username: tears i love them sm😩

frederikvestiofficial: sorry for exposing you😅😅

oscarpiastri: lol don’t worry about it, we weren’t even trying to keep it a secret

yourusername: don’t worry🤍❤️‍🩹

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri scenario #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

[sl-vega]

✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

Status: ONGOING

playlist: just here for the vibes. also shoutout to the lovely @uuyuomi for giving me ideas for what songs should be on here

✧MEET THE CAST✧

y/n + company ✧ xingqiu's victims friends ✧ other friendly faces

PROLOGUE-a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

01-no chance for a showmance

02-time to write the other 51

03-inspiration? more like desperation

04-the world's a stage and i'm the star

05-lara jean who?

06-not so soft launch

07-rebound already?

08-hollywood here i come

09-i swear i'm not a gold digger guys

10-action!

11-possessive much?

12-juliet's found a new romeo

13-boyfriend vs boy friend

14-no shit sherlock

15-boy you got me helpless

16-you've got it bad

17-denial ain't just a river in egypt

18-third wheeling x10

19-spotify doing me dirty

20-taking my breath away (literally)

21-practice makes you a little too perfect

22-finishing touches

23-cheating but not really

24-feelings are confusing

25-front row seats to my demise

26-confess before the credits roll

27-not the best with words but i'll try for you

28-setting the scene

29-opening night

30-confessions and curtain calls

31-fucking finally

EPILOGUE-that's a wrap!

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

additional notes:

-this is the reworked version of going of script

-time stamps don't matter

-feel free to comment if you want to be added to the taglist

-this is for all the xingqiu simps and theatre kids

-it's fully planned out so it will start soon :3

-names in bold means I can't tag you btw

#xingqiu x reader #xingqiu x y/n #xingqiu x you #strangers to lovers #fake dating #highschool au #highschool smau #smau #social media au #modern au #lyney #lynette #lyney and lynette #nilou #fischl #venti #xingqiu #chongyun #hu tao #xiangling #yanfei #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #classmates to lovers #high school

[lipglossanon]

Winter’s Knight

vampire!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

inspired by Leon’s romantic look 😌 and the song Dracula’s Wedding by OutKast 💜 also the poetry mentioned is from Emily Dickinson; there’s also one line plucked from Dracula

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, biting/marking, fated pair, strangers to lovers, blood, blood kink, scent kink, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), OC friend of reader named Lara just in case that throws anyone off, unprotected sex, creampie

title from Winter’s Knight album by Nox Arcana

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!! 💜 😘

“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime,” you mimic in a high tone before rolling your eyes, “opportunity my ass.”

Your friend Lara convinced you to go on this holiday trip with her, all expenses paid, as she wanted the company. The boyfriend that was originally going to be accompanying her had been dumped the week prior. Cheaters never win had been Lara’s flippant reply when asked. 

It felt like it happened overnight and before you knew it, Lara had whisked you away to three different countries one of which being the current visit in question. You think you’re in Romania or maybe Estonia; you’re a little mixed up as your plans had changed mid train ride. 

Lara’s family had some connections in the area and so you were both staying in a rather posh old castle turned tourist destination. 

A very lovely place except now you were completely turned around when all you wanted was to get a bottle of water from the concierge and go back to bed. Your footsteps have slowed considerably as you take in the magnificent gothic architecture and the beautiful paintings ranging from landscapes to some strange brooding man encapsulated in shadows; you’re never fully able to make out what he looks like, too much shadow blanking his features. 

You find yourself at a dead end, ornate furniture filling the space with a singular painting taking up the entire wall. It literally takes your breath away. It must be the place you’re staying in, the front gate still looks the same from what you can tell; it’s this castle seated on a rocky cliff face overlooking the villa down below. Your hand reaches out to touch, but you hover over the gilded frame before dropping it back to your side. 

“Lovely, no?”

A smooth, low voice has you spinning around, a thrill of fear humming in your chest. 

A man stands to the side, a little further down the hall. He’s tall, slim waisted with broad shoulders that stick out to you, even being shrouded in the dim lighting like he is; his eyes shine like an animal’s before you blink and it’s gone. 

That small niggling of fear in your brain is getting louder as he moves closer, making no sound in his sharp dress shoes. 

He keeps his eyes locked on the painting as he stops next to you.

“Quite an ancient castle,” he murmurs, almost too low for you to hear. 

When he finally turns to face you, you almost gasp. He’s beautiful, almost ethereal with his snowy white hair and fair complexion; both make the blue of his eyes almost glacial. 

He smiles sardonically, “Lost?”

You squint your eyes at him, lips pursing in suspicion, “You could say that.”

He grins and his teeth glint sharply before he turns, holding his arm out for you. 

“I can guide you back to your room, miss?”

You smile sarcastically as you step up alongside him, completely ignoring the proffered arm, “Miss is just fine, sir.”

His eyes flick from the end of the hallway to you and he hums in amusement, “Well miss, shall I lead the way?”

“Oh, please do,” you simper and this earns a low chuckle from the handsome stranger, making your heartbeat flutter at the sound. 

He guides you back to the foyer and up the grand staircase, pointing out paintings or furniture that have some kind of significance to the castle. Pausing in front of an oil painting not far from your room, he falls into a sort of melancholy. 

“This was one of the ladies of the castle,” he finally pulls back, turning without looking back at you, “I’m sure you can find the rest of your way, miss.”

You startle, not realizing he was just going to dip out now. 

“Hey!”

He pauses, half turning so you can see the profile of his straight nose and sharp cheekbone.

“Thanks, mister?” You trail off, hand fluttering in the air as you gesture. 

He fully turns to smile at you, “Mister is just fine, thanks.”

You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, missing the way he lights up at the sound, eyes cataloging you far more closely than before. 

“Well, thanks Mister,” you shake your head, smile still stretched across your face, “maybe I’ll see you around then.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, bowing to you at the waist, “goodnight, Miss.”

“Goodnight,” you tilt your head and wave your hand.

Laughing to yourself, you turn and head further down the hall and into your room.  He watches you until the door clicks shut and he turns back to leave. Pausing in front of the painting once more, he brushes a thumb across the placard on the bottom. 

“She feels like the one, hmm?” He murmurs to the half smiling woman, “now that she’s here, I don’t know if I can do it.”

A door snapping shut from further down the hall has him pulling away from the painting and slipping off into the night. 

You run into the strange gentleman again in the castle gardens situated just to the side of the towering edifice. Since Lara’s pacing in her room trying to figure out what went wrong with your travel plans, you decided to go for a walk instead of sitting around doing nothing.

You’re looking at one of the dead withered trees off to the side, debating if sitting on the bench here is safe from any falling branches when that low smoky tone speaks behind you. 

“There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, that oppresses, like the heft of cathedral tunes.”

You squash your urge to jump in place and spin around to face him. He’s no less devastatingly pretty in the weak winter sunlight. 

“Good afternoon to you, too,” you smile, enjoying the weirdness he exudes, “and what a conversation starter, might I add.”

He meets your smile with his own little grin, “Somber poetry for a somber day.”

You giggle, “Guess so.”

He gestures and you sit on the bench as he takes a seat next to you. 

“Here on vacation?” You kick at a loose rock with your booted foot.

“You could say I’m here for leisure,” he muses, blue eyes taking in every nuance of you. 

You tilt your head to look at him, “Oh I could, huh?”

Laughing, you straighten up, hands fiddling with the clasp on your jacket, “Well, I’m also here for leisure. Even though it’s kind of an accident.”

He raises an eyebrow and you continue, “It was a mix up and we ended up here. A vacation, just not in the right place.”

“How fortunate am I,” he smirks and you feel heat blaze in your chest, eyes dropping to look down at your jacket. 

You tug on the zipper, catching your finger in the teeth with a hiss. It snags a bit of skin as you jerk it free, blood beading on your fingertip.

His features are serious as he takes your hand in his, “You must see to it so it doesn’t become infected.”

You nod, touched at his concern, “I have some alcohol swabs and bandaids up in my room.”

He brings your hand closer and you get the wild idea he means to suck your finger into his mouth, but he only kisses the back of your hand as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, a light gray fabric that looks like it costs more than your entire wardrobe. You catch his initials, L.S.K., monogrammed in black on the edge. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, feeling flushed in the cool afternoon air as you clasp the handkerchief to your finger. 

“My pleasure. Shall I escort you back to your room, miss?”

Lips parting, you take in his pinched features as he stares at your hand before nodding again, “Yes, please.”

His eyes snap up and he smiles, relief spreading across his face, “Good, good.”

Once you’re both standing, he snags your elbow with his fingers and gently guides you along. Since he’s much closer than before and you’re not sniffling from the cold air, you catch a strong smell of cedar and cloves that nearly makes you swoon. 

“Are you okay?” He stops, grip firming up on your bicep to tug you closer making the smell even stronger. 

“‘m okay,” you murmur, eyes drooping as you slump against his chest, “just smell good.”

You feel him laugh and the low baritone makes your cunt throb so hard you whine into his jacket. 

“Maybe moving from the cold into the warmth has made you dizzy,” he says kindly, “come, let me help you to your room.”

Completely unsure as to what’s happening to you, you let him lead you back to your room. Your legs don’t seem to want to move the way you want to and the more you breathe in whatever cologne he’s wearing, the more slick drips from your pussy into the gusset of your panties to the point you’re soaked between your thighs. 

He murmurs low platitudes in your ear that just makes everything better worse, so by the time you make it back to your room and he eases you down into your bed, you’re asking him to stay. 

“No. You’ll thank me later,” he soothes, pulling off your winter boots and tucking you under the covers. 

“Please,” tears prick your waterline, emotions and hormones all over the place. 

His lips thin and he runs a hand through his white hair, strands ruffled when he clasps your hands together, “Just close your eyes. I’ll stay here.”

Dropping to the floor, he kneels alongside your bed, keeping your hands together. Struggling to keep your eyes open, you just know he won’t be there when you wake up and some part of you hates that idea. 

“Didn’t think it would affect you like this,” he murmurs as you drift off. 

With a small shift, he moves forward and pulls the pricked finger into his mouth. His hot tongue lashing against the digit is the last thing your mind holds onto before it slips away like sand in the tide. 

When you come to, it’s dark outside and Lara is shaking your shoulder. 

“Finally,” she huffs, brows pinched, “thought I was gonna have to take you to a doctor or something. You good?”

You squint at her but can’t remember anything but the stranger you met helping you back inside from the cold. The rest is a cloudy blank in your mind. 

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” you raise up, pushing the blankets away to swing your feet out of bed, “what’s up?” 

As you shift, you notice a small square cloth and a bolt of memory, of sitting on the bench with that man, makes your eyes widen. You pick up the handkerchief and tuck it into your pocket. 

She smiles weakly, “Kinda stuck here a few more days then we’ll just fly back home in time for Christmas.”

You frown, an uncomfortable sadness pinging in your chest, “Oh? That’s fine. I like it here, so it’s not like it’s a hardship.”

Lara laughs, “Maybe for you. I’m ready to be somewhere that has pizza delivery.”

You grin, “Fair enough,” you push her shoulder, “well, when do we plan on leaving?”

“Two days is what my travel agent says,” she looks down at her phone, “that was the nearest opening since it’s the busy season and plus a storm is coming in tonight.”

“Ahh,” you nod along, “plenty of time to sightsee then.”

She giggles at your teasing and stands up from the bed, “I just wanted to let you know. It’s kinda late but the kitchen’s still open if you wanna grab something. I’m honestly exhausted from being on the phone all day so I’m gonna crash.”

“Hang on!”

You throw on some shoes and meet her at the door, “I’ll walk you to your room and head down to grab some food. You sure you don’t want anything?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head, “I had something earlier since I thought you’d eaten. You sure you’re feeling okay, though?”

“Mmhmm,” you smile, pausing outside her door, “promise.”

She returns your smile, “Okay, goodnight then.”

“Night!”

The door snaps shut behind you as you walk away, heading to the staircase and down to the restaurant. You take your time, stopping to look at various paintings on the way down, even pausing in front of a suit of armor to peer into the empty helm. 

“Expecting a skeleton?”

You jump backwards, nearly tripping as you stumble into the firm chest behind you. 

Righting yourself, you feel hot all over in embarrassment as you meet your strange acquaintance for the second time today. 

“U-uh, hi,” you feel jittery with nerves, like a new crush, “thank you for today by the way. I don’t know how I got into my room, but I’m guessing you helped?”

His brows raise in surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by a warm smile that makes butterflies flutter in your chest, “Yes, you weren’t feeling well. Dizzy from the temperature change.”

You take a half step back, leaving more distance between you two. 

“Well, thank you,” you clear your throat, “uh, I was going down for a late dinner, do you want to join me?”

A sly grin crosses his features making you nervous, “I’d be delighted although I’ve already.. eaten this evening.”

“O-oh okay,” you stumble over your words as you turn to walk down the stairs, “anything you’d recommend?”

A sharp bark of laughter escapes him as he walks alongside you, “No, nothing I’d recommend. Although I’ve heard their special today is excellent.”

Surprised at his outburst, your brows furrow as you smile in confusion, “If you say so.”

You lapse into a comfortable silence as you both make the walk to the dining room. There’s just something about him that draws you in like a moth to a flame. At first you just thought it was his strange mannerisms, but in the short span of time that you’ve spent together you just feel connected on some hidden level that you’ve only just discovered. 

Dinner is a quiet affair; the strange man, who you still don’t know the name of, joins you for your meal. He makes small talk about the local area in which he’s well informed about, no surprise. After you’ve finished your meal, he offers to take you out for an after dinner stroll around the castle before bed. 

Not wanting to leave his company just yet, you readily agree and let him lead you around the place. It’s as he’s guiding you down a long L shaped hallway filled with more paintings that a chill runs down your spine and he freezes in place, half turning to shield you from the person who seems to materialize in front of you two. 

“Hello, Leon,” a silky voice purrs as a beautiful woman steps into view. 

She’s beautiful and ethereal in a way that’s almost terrifying, much like the mysterious gentleman half blocking your view; Leon she called him. 

“What a lovely surprise,” she steps closer, form appearing to ripple in the dappled moonlight streaming from the windows. 

“Ada, how can I be of service?” His polite tone’s cold and to the point, even as he pushes you further behind him. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” she lilts, voice playful and coaxing, “I’ve already seen your pretty playmate. Is she a new friend?”

You blink and the dark haired woman is standing next to you, Leon twisting uncomfortably to turn around. 

She twirls a strand of your hair with a manicured nail, “I won’t bite. Unless she asks,” she winks at you and your eyes widen in surprise.

“She’s new, yes. A visitor,” Leon’s hand reaches out to grasp your hip, tugging you into his side, “so don’t play games.”

“Games?” She laughs, eyes bright, “are you still sore that I stole Claire away?” she pouts at him, “she wasn’t your one, so why are you still upset?”

You watch all of this with rapt attention and so much confusion. 

He scowls at her, eyes darkening as he straightens his stance, “It doesn’t matter if she was the right one or not, you stole her away from me.”

She laughs outright at that, side stepping away from you and closer to him, “Can’t steal someone if they want to be taken, right, Leon?”

He deflates a little, gaze flitting to you and back to her, “What do you want now?”

“To bother you,” she smiles over at you and you notice her incisors are longer than normal, “since I’m just passing through, thought I would say hello to an old friend.”

They stare at each other for a beat longer than what’s comfortable before she sighs melodramatically. 

“As much as I would love to stay, and believe me I want to so very badly,” she blows a kiss at Leon as she walks backwards to the far end of the gallery, “I do have unfinished business nearby that I must take care of. Ciao!”

It’s so quiet after she leaves that the ringing in your ears sounds abnormally loud. 

Leon clears his throat and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’m very sorry about all of that.”

You wave your hands, “No worries. It’s not really my business, y’know.”

He winces at that and you scrunch your nose, internally cringing at yourself. It’s a somber feeling as he quietly leads you back to your room. 

Pausing at the threshold, you reach out and snag the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Hey,” you murmur, dropping your gaze to the fabric you’ve pinched between your fingers, “you wanna meet up tomorrow?”

He frowns although you don’t see it and slowly tugs his arm loose, “I don’t know.”

Whatever feeling that has been building in your chest feels like a punctured balloon at his flippant tone. 

“Oh,” you drop his shirt like it burns, willing the tears away at least until you can shut the door, “I-I didn’t mean to— nevermind. Kinda silly of me. Hopefully I’ll see you before we leave.”

His fingers circle around your wrist tightly, holding you in place, “You’re leaving?”

You level him with a flat stare, “Of course. We’re only here for a couple more days. So if you’ll excuse—“

He presses forward, pushing you through the doorway to follow after, letting the door swing shut behind you both. 

“Let go of me,” you twist your arm but Leon doesn’t budge. 

A concentrated look arrests his features, blue eyes skimming down your body and back up to your face. 

“Leon,” you bite out sharply, making him draw up short, “that’s your name, right?”

“Yes,” his eyes look wild as he lets go of your wrist to grasp both of your hands with his own, “yes, my name is Leon. Leon Kennedy. I’m sorry, this isn’t quite how I wanted things to go.”

You finally pull your arm away, “I’d like it if you left. I’m really confused and you’re acting strange.”

He looks at you so sadly it makes your chest hurt, “Can I show you something? I’ll leave you alone after that if that's what you’d like.”

Pursing your lips, you squint at him until you finally nod, “Alright.”

His shoulders sag and he walks back over to the door. Holding it open, he waits until you cross the threshold before stepping back in front of you. You make the short walk to the painting down the hall from your door when Leon pauses. 

You look at the painting then to his serious face with raised brows.

“You’re showing me this again?” Confusion colors your tone, “am I missing something?”

“Have you read the name underneath?”

Shaking your head no, you step forward to read the small gold plate underneath. 

“Claire Kennedy née Redfield,” you murmur to yourself. 

Claire? That mysterious woman mentioned her name earlier. The one Leon said she stole away. The correlation is there but you feel like you’re missing a huge part of the puzzle to actually end up at the correct explanation. 

You turn to Leon, “So is this the Claire you were talking about?”

He nods, eyes heavy and sad as he flits his gaze between you and the painting, “Yes. It was a political marriage. We were friends before everything happened.”

“Ookay,” you frown again, “so she ran off with her girlfriend?”

He flinches at that, “My other wife.”

You feel floored, “Wait, what?!”

Rubbing your forehead, you’re getting a pain behind your left eye from trying to parse it all together. 

“So, your new wife ran off with your then current wife? Am I getting that right? How long ago was this, Leon?”

He gestures a little wildly at the plaque, “You didn’t see the year?”

Squinting, you lean forward and can make out circa 1849. 

“Fuck off,” you blurt out, leaning back and taking a half step away, “what kinda joke is this?”

“I wait my whole life to bite the right one,” he mutters to himself, hand raking through his parted hair, “that’s not to say I didn’t mess up a couple of times before.”

You take another step back, away from Leon, “What do you mean?”

His eyes snap over to you and you freeze in place. Everything about him seems to be amplified to ten now, he’s exuding an energy that makes the hair on your arms stand up. 

“You’re the one,” he steps up until he’s in your personal space, “Ada and Claire were accidents. I didn’t realize that there’s only one compatible partner for me.”  

“Compatible partner?” voice pitching high, “you sound crazy right now.”

His brows lower, “You feel it too, little miss. It’s why you passed out earlier. Blood calls to blood.”

You’re hit with a wall of need so crippling your legs give out making you come down hard on your knees. 

“I’ve been shielding you,” he murmurs, kneeling in front of you, hands reaching out to brush across your jaw and neck, “it’s a lot to take in, I know.”

Gasping in deep breaths, you’re overwhelmed with the scent of cedar and cloves from earlier. You don’t know how you forgot that smell but now it’s all you can concentrate on; your head goes fuzzy as arousal sweeps through your body. 

“What is this?” you slur, eyes hazy as you slump forward into Leon’s shoulder, “what did you do t’me?”

“Nothing,” he soothes, petting down your back, “it’s just the effect of the compatibility. I can’t explain it; I just instinctively know it’s right.”

Reaching out, your hands weakly clasp at his shirt, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” he coos, “let me take you to my room.”

Not able to argue against him, he easily lifts you into a bridal carry. He uses one hand to block your eyes and you feel cold wind before he removes his palm and you see you’re in a room three times the size of your own. Leon eases you down onto an absurdly luxurious bed, sheer drapes lost to the shadows of the ceiling. 

Once he steps away, leaving a sizable gap between you both, the dizziness subsides and your thoughts aren’t as fleeting. 

“What the fuck?” you whisper, hands shakily brushing wisps of your hair back from your face, “what the ever loving fuck? Am I losing my mind?”

Your eyes quickly dart around, taking in the opulate furnishings and huge windows overlooking the cliff side, showcasing you now must be on the upper level of the castle. Your gaze lands on a time worn painting off to the side of Leon and his first wife, the dark haired beauty he called Ada. Next to it is another portrait of his second wife, Claire, yet another beautiful woman with red hair. 

Leon’s hands ball into fists at his sides as he takes in a deep breath, “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Leon, what’s going on?” Your voice breaks, mind struggling to keep up with what’s happening to you. 

“My first wife,” he points to the older portrait, “we were human at the time.”

“At the time?” You squeak out.

He hums, eyes flashing in the low light, “Yes. Then the change occurred to me after getting lost on a hunting trip. When I returned, I offered it to her but she refused,” he tilts his head up and shields his eyes with a hand, “and I made her like me anyways. She was my wife. Our vows were to be together in sickness and in health. She didn’t see it that way.”

You watch as he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, stepping to the portrait with his fingers outstretched but never outright touching the canvas. 

“She said it was til death do us part but I thought she was my one,” he sighs sorrowfully, “so I changed her and she loathed me. She eventually left one night never to come back. I didn’t chase after her, resigned to her resentment. I didn’t hear from her for hundreds of years. Then Claire came along.”

Your eyes jump from Ada to the smiling redhead in the other portrait. 

“Her brother needed her to marry someone with an upstanding background; someone with title and lands to trade,” he smiles bitterly at you, “I posed as my own great great nephew and set up the marriage. We became friends through our letters and when we wed it was wonderful. I kept what I was from her for as long as possible.”

He steps over to you and you flinch making his eyes droop in pain. 

“She figured it out quickly, such a smart woman,” he smiles crookedly, “I loved her dearly, but she wasn’t enough either. I changed her thinking that this is it, but it wasn’t. She wasn’t the one either. Ada came soon after and easily whisked her away from me.”

He sighs forlornly. Your lips part but you change your mind and refrain from saying anything. 

“Claire’s brother even convinced Ada to change him so he could defend her honor against me,” he blows out a short breath, “letting you know in case he shows up to be the gallant hero.”

“Leon,” you murmur, at a complete loss for words. 

“We all understand each other now and they’re happy where they are,” he laughs derisively at himself, “and I’ve lived alone here, running this place through a shell company hoping against hope for just one more chance.”

“This is insane,” you finally say to him, “you’re telling me you’re a vampire and I’m beholden to you? And on top of that you practically have a coven. This is impossible.”

“But you feel the pull, too,” his voice dips into that low smoky tenor, “you’re the one. You are to be my new bride.”

Your laugh startles you both, but you can’t stop the manic giggles once they start. Once the mania seems to pass and with it your hysterical laughter, you finally get yourself under control and clear your throat. 

“Prove it,” you tell him seriously, heart beating so fast your sure he can hear it, “let me see this vampire side of yours and if I believe you, if you convince me, then I’ll be your bride.”

His smile lights up his whole face making your breath catch.

“That’s easily done.”

He stands directly in front of you and that strange energy fills the room; you watch in complete astonishment as he looks like he dissolves until there’s only mist floating in the air. It drifts languidly past you and you feel the bed dip with body weight. 

His hot breath caresses your ear, “Is that enough, little bride?”

A full body shudder hits you as he kisses across your neck, the sharp prick of fangs dragging across your skin. 

“Let me bite you,” he whispers sweetly, “let me show you how deep our bond truly is.”

Feeling completely off centered, you breathe out one word without thinking, going with only what feels right.

“Yes.”

His teeth sink into the side of your neck and you cum, slick filling your panties until you’re sure it’s dripping down your thighs. It feels like a typhoon of emotions rains down through your body, pleasure so strong your eyes sting; then, it’s swept through to be quickly replaced by a feeling of home so deeply connected to the man behind you you could openly weep. It’s like a puzzle piece slotting into place somewhere in your chest. 

Moaning, your hands scratch at the bedding and he hums against your skin. Pulling away with a low groan, he runs his tongue over the puncture marks. 

“So good,” he mouths against your jaw, “let me mark you again.”

Whimpering, you lean back against him as he sinks his teeth into a new spot, softly sucking blood from the wound. His hands slip around your waist to pull you into the V of his thighs. You choke out a whine as your cunt throbs, on the verge of another orgasm and he hasn’t even touched you intimately aside from his teeth in your neck. 

“Leon,” you keen, one hand reaching over your head to tangle in his soft, snowy hair.

Chillbumps race down your body when he finally pulls away to place a soft kiss on the bite. He sucks at the tender skin making you mewl longingly until he pulls away with a sigh. 

“Let me taste that sweet little pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “I have been dreaming of biting your thighs and kissing your cunt til you can’t take anymore.”

Tugging his hair harder, you whimper and nod your head, “Please, Leon.”

The scent of cedar comes across stronger as he kisses your neck one last time before shifting you both until you’re laying back on his bed. He strokes his hands all down your body, eyes drinking in your expressions.

“You’ve been driving me crazy this entire time,” he slowly undresses you, scraping his sharp incisors against the skin he reveals, “smell so good, so sweet. Makes my mouth water.”

You whimper while watching as he unbuttons your jeans and works them and your panties off of your legs. He groans to see the slick mess between your thighs, cunt glistening with your arousal. 

“Look at you,” he breathes out, blown out pupils flicking up to your own dazed eyes. 

Wasting no time, he lays down between your spread legs and kisses the top of your pussy, ignoring where you most want his mouth. He drags his lips down and then buries his face in your cunt, spreading your lips apart with his tongue as he licks all over your pussy. Grunting, he shoves his tongue into your hole to spear you open on the thick muscle. 

“Leon,” you whisper down to him, feeling so turned on you can’t think straight. 

He groans and pulls back, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

With a sigh, you relax against the sheets only to jolt as your pussy throbs when he bites you at the crease where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Crying out softly, your head thrashes against his bed as he repeats it on the other side. 

“I know, but bear with me,” he murmurs, blood coating his mouth as he lovingly kisses the puncture wounds, “doing so well.”

You splay back out against his sheets as he buries his face between your thighs again. He keeps your legs spread as he slowly kisses and sucks at your cunt, like he’s never tasted anything better in his life. Everything’s sensitive and on the verge of too much, but you wouldn’t dream of asking him to stop. That slow syrupy pleasure that’s made your thoughts honey thick is more than welcome. 

He laps along the seam of your pussy lips until he glides the tip of his tongue up to the hood of your clit. Leon circles the pudgy bud all slow and soft, tongue dipping down to flutter inside your soaked hole. Groaning at the slick flooding his mouth, he laps at your cunt with long broad strokes of his tongue. He pulls back to suck on your pussy lips before kissing across to your thigh and sinking those sharp fangs into your supple skin. 

Your back arches, a low whine spilling from your kiss bitten lips. He kisses and sucks the bitemark until it's ugly and irritated, then drags his lips back to your cunt, kissing your mound softly.  He makes out with your pussy with hot and bloody open mouthed kisses, spit drenching your swollen clit as you moan loudly. 

Your orgasm builds higher and higher until it’s a tight band ready to snap in your lower belly. Leon senses you getting closer from your body spasming and your voice gaining in volume as he greedily eats your cunt, hungry eyes watching you from between your legs. 

With a low keening groan rumbling from deep in his chest, he sinks his fangs into your fat pussy lips as he fucks his tongue into your clenching hole. That pinprick of pain flooded by intense pleasure is enough to push you completely over the edge. Wailing, your spine bows as your climax floods through your body, cunt pulsing and gushing slick as your toes curl in the sheets. 

Almost growling into your pussy, Leon flutters his tongue into your hole, lapping up all the slick dripping from your cunt, tongue loudly squelching in and out of your clenching walls. 

He finally pulls away with a low moan of pleasure, lower jaw coated with slick and blood. 

“So good for me, little bride,” he slinks up your body, joints moving unnaturally but you're hardly able to think past the pleasure buzzing in your brain, “going to make you mine, keep you forever.”

 Humming, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him down into the messiest kiss of the night. He almost snarls into your kisses as he gets rougher, tongue and teeth dominating your mouth, a bruising pressure on your lips. 

“Promise me you’ll stay,” he demands, eyes flashing at you as he presses you down harder into the mattress, “stay with me, be mine.”

You softly brush back his hair, voice soothing as you reply, “I promise, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ll be your new bride.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck before sinking those deliciously sharp teeth into you again. Weakly moaning, your eyes roll back as your clit throbs in time with your heartbeat. You feel him shudder when he pulls away to kiss the sluggishly bleeding marks.

“My bride,” he sighs, dragging his pouty lips across your jaw, nose tracing your skin, “you promise to give me all that you are.. all that you will be.”

“Promise,” you gasp out as his hand sneaks down to tease across your clit, cunt soaking the sheets further with fresh slick, “promise, Leon.”

He kisses you then, the hot copper tang of blood flavoring his sweet sentiment. You’re swept under another tide of arousal from his messy lips and tongue while his fingers play with your pudgy clit. 

He shifts until he’s next to you, blood smeared mouth parted as his eyes trail down your body. Gripping your hip, he helps turn your body to face him, leaving you both lying on your sides. Your hands reach out to trail down his chest just now noticing that he’s still dressed.

“No fair,” you tease, tugging on the silky  material.

He laughs softly, bringing your hand up to kiss your inner wrist before scraping his fangs across the sensitive skin making you shiver. Letting go of your hand, he quickly undresses, dropping his clothes off the side of the bed in a heap. You bite your lip, taking in the long lean lines of his body, eyes widening to see his thick cock filled out and resting against his thigh. 

“Leon,” you breathe out, wide eyes tracking back up to his pale blue ones. 

This time your hands lightly scratch along his pecs to his twitching abdominal muscles, nails barely scratch the soft thatch of hair above his hard cock. 

“You can touch me, liebling,” his lips quirk up into a half smile, “I only bite a little.”

A giggle slips out and your hand grasps the base of his dick and squeezes earning a low groan from the handsome man next to you. 

“Stroke me, tease me, do whatever you wish,” he murmurs, hands coming up to cup your breasts, “I’ll enjoy it all.”

You whimper as his long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs rubbing circles across your stiff nipples.

While one of your hands teases the head of his dick, you slide the other one to cup his balls making his cock kick, blurting precum onto your fingers.

“It’s so sticky,” you murmur unthinkingly, smearing the precum around his tip making it slippery for your fingers to rub across. 

He groans loudly, bucking his hips and sliding his cock through your fingers in a clumsy effort to fuck your loose fist. 

“And these are so sensitive,” his low tone razes goosebumps as he tweaks and pinches your nipples until you’re rubbing your thighs together. 

“Leon,” you moan, arching your back to press your breasts more firmly into his hands. 

“I haven’t had a chance to taste these,” he purrs, ducking his head to nip your chest.

“Please,” you tighten your hand around his cock and pump your fist, “bite me.”

He presses closer against you, hands pushing your breasts up as he dips his head down. Kissing the stiff peak, he licks around the puckered skin close to your nipple. 

“Smell so good,” he mumbles, kissing your nipple softly before sucking it into his mouth. 

He rolls his tongue around the hard bud before pulling away with a soft pop. He drags his lips down to suck on the skin underneath your breast before opening his mouth and biting deep into the tender flesh. 

“Oh god,” you cry out, body writhing so much Leon has to use one hand to grip your ribcage tightly to keep you still. 

You're too out of it to jerk him off, hands instead moving to grab onto his hips. He pulls away with a gasp only to sink his bloody teeth into the soft fat of your other breast. Your cunt is a drippy mess by the time he pulls away the second time, tongue sucking the blood off his fangs as his eyes seem to shine with unnatural light. 

“The finest of wines,” he smiles at you, licking his lips slowly. 

Your cunt throbs and aches, walls fluttering around nothing—feeling empty and needy. 

“Leon,” you grab his hand and guide it to your soaked cunt, “please, I want you.”

“Oh my beautiful bride, so wet and ready for me,” he hisses, easily sinking two fingers knuckle deep into your clenching pussy.

Your hands move from his hips to dig into his shoulders making him grind his fingers deeper into your aching cunt. He pulls them halfway out before thrusting them back in, the flat of his palm smacking against your swollen clit. 

Nails digging deeper into his skin, you rock your hips in time with his hand, whining and moaning as he fingerfucks your pussy rough and deep. 

“Such a sweet little wife I have,” he kisses your ear as your eyes struggle to stay open, cunt clamping down on his fingers from the endearment. 

He drags his cock against your thigh, smearing precum against your skin to mix with the slick dripping from your pussy. 

“I want to be inside you,” he whispers hotly against your lips, “I want to be buried deep in my bride’s pussy as I drink from her pleasured body.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, throat dry from all your gasping and panting, “I need you inside me, Leon. Please.”

He pulls his fingers out slowly making you  whimper once your cunt’s empty again. Leon shushes you gently, gripping his cock in one hand while his other grabs your thigh and wraps it over his waist. Rubbing the fat head of dick up and down your slit, he teases his cock across your hole before using the tip to part your pussy lips and rub across your sensitive clit.

You rock your hips forward and he kisses your neck, tongue lapping at the marks he left. Moving his cock back down, he slowly presses his dick into your leaking hole. 

“So tight,” he murmurs, praise lacing his tone and making you hump down onto his cock.

He lets you work your wet cunt on his dick until he’s buried fully inside your pulsing heat. 

“Needed this,” he groans, rutting his cock slowly in and out of your pussy, “needed to be inside of you, a part of you.”

Pleasure washes over you like the tide meeting the shore. Leon’s cock grinds against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt making you ooze slick until it’s dripping down his balls, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his dick. 

With a small shift, he rolls you completely over onto your back, body weight pressing you down into the mattress as he fucks in deeper inside your fluttering pussy. His pelvis grinds down onto your pudgy clit sending little bolts of desire throughout your whole body. 

“Leon, so good,” you whimper, fingers grasping at his biceps, hips rolling forward to keep his dick inside you, leaking tip pressed against your cervix. 

“Taking me so well, a perfect fit,” he kisses you gently, sucking your tongue into his mouth, teeth nicking the muscle causing blood to flavor your kisses. 

Moaning hungrily, Leon gets rougher, mouth pressing against yours so tightly your teeth ache. A high keening cry slips out between the bruising press of Leon’s lips against yours. Pulling away, he growls and drags his mouth to your neck, lathing his tongue against the multitude of wounds he left earlier. 

“So tight around me, are you getting close, little love?” He chuckles and teases your neck with his teeth making you keen and squirm against him. 

“Yes, please, ‘m close,” you moan, legs coming up to wrap tightly around his waist, “w’nna cum, wanna feel you inside me.”

Leon hums and swivels his hips, rutting his cock into your cunt without pulling out until you’re clawing at his back with short choked off whines. He grinds against your clit until your eyes roll back into your head. 

His teeth sink into your neck one last time, pushing you over the edge for the second time as your orgasm crashes through your body. Crying out, your arms and legs lock around Leon’s body, head thrown back as your cunt clenches around his dick. 

“So lovely,” he pulls back, licking the blood away from your neck, “my perfect bride.” 

He rabbits his hips into your squelching cunt until finally stilling, cock buried balls deep inside your spasming pussy as you milk his throbbing dick. Your pussy walls flutter and clamp down around him as he spills hot and sticky inside your slick heat. 

“Beautiful,” he kisses your earlobe with a sigh, cock kicking inside your pussy as he finishes painting your walls white. 

Endorphins make you dizzy and bubbly, smiling up at Leon’s blood stained face as he gazes lovingly down at you. 

“My husband,” you murmur, lovesick and sweet, hands coming up to caress his face and he kisses each of your palms. 

“All yours,” he promises seriously, “there is a reason why all things are as they are.”

You laugh and smooth a thumb under his eye, “You’re so cute.”

He snorts a laugh, delighting you immensely, and settles down into the messy sheets before pulling you into his chest. 

With a soft kiss placed atop his heart, you snuggle into his body until he wraps his arms around you. The soft rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep. 

Talking to Lara the next day is surprisingly easy. You have the feeling Leon used some weird vampire energy on her since she seemed unusually chill about it. Promising you that she’ll keep in touch once she heads back home, you spend the few short hours she has left together before she leaves early for the airport. 

It’s sad to see her go, but with Leon’s steady presence next to you filling your senses with that wonderful smell of cloves and cedar, you have zero regret in staying. 

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #12 days of smutmas #smutmas 2023 #ao3rex #vampire leon kennedy #vampire!leon kennedy #vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader #vampire!leon kennedy smut #vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader smut #vampire!leon s kennedy #vampire!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #vampire!leon s kennedy smut #vampire!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #au

[zoe-is-amazingg]

It's what you deserve.

Ethan Landry X f!Reader

No Spoilers

W/C - 1.4 k

Summary - You and Ethan are watching a movie and he confesses something that makes you forget about the movie.

Warings - Second pov, Smut (P in V), Oral (Fem receiving), Fingering, Breed kink, slight choking kink, Dom!Ethan X Sub!Reader, mention of male masturbation.

!!MINORS DNI!!

You knock on Ethan door to his apartment, and he opens it straight away. His face lights up as soon as he sees you and you smile right back.

"Hey! What movie should we watch?" You ask, your voice sounding higher pitched then normal. You put your tote bag down and Ethan shrugs at you. "Where's Chad?"

"He's with Tara, in his exact words. He said 'We're going to hook up so invite Y/n.'" He explains and you nod. Something was definitely going on between them and what Ethan just said confirmed your suspicions.

"I have a movie!" You exclaim, your body sitting down as Ethan's does too. He rises his eyebrows at you and smirks.

"Really?" He asks, you look at him and nod. "What is it?"

"To all the boys I've loved before. Best movie." You smile. He looks at you with admiration in his eyes and you don't really give it much thought. "It's the perfect love story, the couple fake-"

Ethan puts a finger to your lips and shushes you lightly. "Don't spoil it for me." You look at him and nod. He smiles at you, and you can't help but notice how cute he is. Your crush on him has lasted longer than your usual crushes, your other ones would last a couple of weeks. Whenever you guys would hang out just the two of you guys, Ethan would always give these cute looks and your heart would practically be thrown out at him. A couple days ago you were talking to Tara about Ethan and just then she realized how much of a huge crush you had on the guy. 'So, do you want to fuck him?' She asked you.

"I guess I won't then." You smile. He nods and goes onto Netflix. "Is it on here?" You nod and he smiles at you. He puts the movie on and turns the TV up just the tiniest bit. You solidly watch the movie until the bit where Lara Jean realizes the box is gone. Ethan wraps his hand around your waist and smiles at you. He pulls you in closer into his body.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you smile back. "Who took it, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear, and you shudder at the feeling it sent shivers down your spine. "You said for no spoils Ethan."

"Come on..." He smirks. "Tell me and I'll tell you something." You laugh and shake your head. "Like what?"

"Something." He says, his smirk growing. Little did you know, he was about to confess to you. It's something that has been eating him from the inside out, He's never denied his feelings for you. But at the moment, the feeling is becoming overwhelming, him feeling the need to jerk off at the thought of you. All. Of. The. Time. He needs to feel your cunt stretch around him. He needs you just as much as you need him in this moment. He looks down at the tent that was forming in his pants just thinking about you fucking him or, mostly, him fucking the shit out of you.

"The little sister." You say and he nods. You look at him with anticipation, your body wanting to know what he was about to confess to you. "Come on, what are you going to say?"

"I like you, Y/N." He admits and your head turns sideways. "What?" "I like you, like more than a friend. I need to say this, but don't freak out. I keep inviting over because I always want to say something about my feelings, but I never get the chance too. I get horny thinking of you, and I really don't care if you don't feel the same way or anything. I just wanted to let you know."

At this point you notice the tent in his pants, and you nod, you were speechless. You can't physically respond, and Ethan looks at his feet, thinking he just got rejected. But you didn't know how to reciprocate and tell him the same thing. "I knew it, I shoul-"

You cut him off by a kiss, a kiss that last longer than you thought it would, but as Ethan kisses you back, you get pulled onto his lap. You weren't expecting this, and you don't think he was either. He slowly stands up, keeping your lips intact and you wrapping your legs around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he bites your bottom lip, making you gasp and using that as a way to slither his tounge into your mouth.

He rests his hands on your ass, trying to support your position. He brushes his tounge against your bottom lip and pins your body against a wall and kisses your neck. You can finally breathe. Your thread your fingers through his hair. He looks at you as you grab the hem of his shirt needingly.

"Are you sure?" He mutters. "Yes." That's all it took for him to let you take off his shirt and then continue the assault on your neck. The movie is long forgotten, it is playing in your ear as Ethan pulls you away for a moment to rip off your tight buttoned up top, buttons flying around. Ethan throws you onto the couch and kisses your lips on more time before trailing the kisses down your body. He snakes his arm around your body to your back. He unclips your bra and pulls it off as he pulls his arm back around.

"Shit." You curse, slightly moaning as he kisses between your legs through the bike shorts. He pulls them down and mutters. "Shit, your pussy so pretty."

He strokes your clit through your panties, making you moan. He grabs your thighs and slowly pulls down your panties. He trails kisses from your belly button to your clit. His lips meet yours one last time before he goes down on you and you moan as he threads his tounge between your folds. You grab his curls and tug at them lightly as he sucks your juices.

"Oh Ethan." You moan. You felt your stomach tighting at his tounge. He inserts a finger into you, and you moan as he pumps it in and out of your cunt. As you buck your hips forward, Ethan inserts another finger into you and pushes you back down.

"You're taking my fingers so well, are you ready to take 'm cock?" He asks and You nod desperately. "It's what you deserve, but I want to hear you beg for it."

You moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. "Come on, pretty girl. Beg."

"Please Ethan, I need your cock." You beg. He smirks at you and stops with his fingers and kisses you. He parts his lips with yours and puts his fingers in his mouth.

"You taste so nice, so sweet." He mutters. He unbuttons his pants, and you watch as he pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. You watch his member spring to life, and he grabs a condom and gives it to you.

You open it with your teeth and wrap your hand around his member. You put the condom on him and kiss him. He cups your cheek and deepens the kiss with you. He gets on top of you and lines up his member with his entrance. He slowly slides into you, and you moan out loudly.

You plaster kisses over his neck and face. He slowly picks up the pace as you keep moaning out loudly. "Ethan!" You moan out, feeling your walls stretch out around him. His eyes turn dark as you moan up and look up at him. You grab his hair and pull his lips closer to yours.

Your lips meet and he slides his tounge in your mouth. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and you tighten around him at the same time. "So close, pretty girl." Ethan groans. "Just want to hear those sounds again."

He kisses you again and you moan into his mouth and scratch his back. You moan as he twitches again inside you. "Ethan, 'm so close." "Same, you sweet, dumb thing." Ethan groans as he picks up the pace more, your body twitching and finally coming.

That was all it took for Ethan to release. "Shit, your cunt feel so good."

He pulls himself out of you and you smile at him, out of breath and sweaty. He places a kiss to your lips and you reciprocate. You both got dressed.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks and you nod. Eventually you both finished that movie.

#scream franchise #scream 2023 #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry headcanons #ethanissohot #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream x reader #scream movies #scream 6 #scream fanfic

[wandasfifthwife]

hiding from plain sight | coming soon

lara croft x fem!reader

summary | lara didn’t think that her tactic to hide would end up with the two of you confessing

tw | r and lara make out (kissing, a bit of groping) so SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (MDNI), awkward confessions, r and lara are running from people who want to kill them

a/n | NOT PROOFREAD. I love this woman and she needs more written for her. If you don’t know who she is, give her a chance pls (bc I did and it changed my life)

#lara croft x fem reader #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x reader #lara x reader #lara x fem!reader #shadow of the tomb raider #tomb raider lara croft #lara croft #tomb raider

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Hurt What's Mine

[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.05k

Proofread: No

Content Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, heavy descriptions of gore and death, hospitalization, brief mention of medication

Categories:

Angst Fluff Mix

One-Shot Preference Headcanon

[A/N]: Thank you for 170+ followers! I've got a couple of people who have requested things through my inbox, and I'm hoping I'll be able to answer them soon! I will be open to requests soon, but there are a few more characters I want to write for ahead of time so it's easier to get an idea of what fandoms I'm open to. If you sent in a request, thank you! Once I've posted for a bit longer, I'll upload the masterlist I've made as well as the rules for requesting, then I'll answer requests!

[A/N] #2: If you do have a request that you'd like me to write in the future, please let me know! I'll get to it eventually, things are just hectic right now. Thank you for reading!

Enjoy!

Amongst the loud snapping of twigs combined with the rustling of the leaves overhead, softened chatter could be heard throughout the entrance to the forest. The sky, which had been painted warm shades of red and orange mere moments before, had grown murky with hues of purple and black. Small stars illuminated the sky as it grew darker, bright pools of light poking through the inky atmosphere to aid the moon in flooding the landscape with a soft glow. In accompaniment with the darkness seemingly swallowing up the woodland area that Lara and [Y/N] wandered into, a harsh breeze rushed through the air.

As the two walked deeper into the forest, Lara made sure to reach over when coming across drywood and break it free from the ground, tucking it under her arm. After seeing her do this, [Y/N] mirrored her actions and began to gather wood as well. The two had decided they’d head into the nearby forest to gather kindling for the fire they planned to build back at camp. There, Jonah was waiting, sorting through his supply of herbs and a small flask of water he’d said he would use to stir up a broth of sorts that would help all three stay warm for the night. The only problem being there was no fuel for a fire nearby, so both women volunteered to scavenge for some together.

It had taken quite a while to make it to the woodland area safely, but the conversation they had struck up with each other managed to keep the journey bearable. Thankfully, Lara had remembered to snatch her makeshift machete before heading out. Using the sharpest part of the rusted blade, she sliced through the brush that obstructed their path, allowing them to meander forward with a partial trail behind them.

Soon enough, neither of them were able to carry more of the drywood they came across. With a huff, Lara spun on her heel and jutted her chin toward the path she had made. “We should head back. We can always come back later if we need to gather more.” [Y/N] nodded, trailing behind the brunette as she led the way. A few minutes passed in silence, both women focused on not tripping over the loose roots or pebbles that littered the dampened blades of grass. Ultimately, as they neared the halfway point of the path, [Y/N] decided to break the silence.

“God, I’m glad we haven’t had any run-ins with Trinity. Those guys are a huge pain in the ass,” she complained. At her words, the corners of Lara’s lips perked up into an amused smirk. “Yeah, they are. We still need to keep our guard up, though. There weren’t any traces of them following us here, but that’s been the case the last couple of times as well. They’ve got the wrong motives, but they’re clever, and they know how to handle stealth operations.”

A grimace painted [Y/N]’s features as she nodded in response. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Silence once again fell upon them, allowing their senses to return to the sound of their own footsteps beneath them as they staggered ahead. While they recalled the way they came from, they struck up another conversation with one another, trying to keep the mood light in the eeriness that made itself known between the towering trees. It seemed to work–both felt more at ease as they chatted away. Merely a moment seemed to pass, however, before a loud clamp echoed throughout the area, followed by a ticking and whirring noise nearby.

Before either had time to react and understand what had happened, Lara flew backward with a holler and collapsed onto the ground. She was yanked forward once she made contact with the soil. The whirring noise returned, louder this time, and she was soon dangling high in the air by her foot. She groaned, her ears ringing and vision blurry from the way her head had bashed against the floor. Her eyes were pinched tightly shut, though her hand instinctively reached for her belt to find her gun.

Squinting and blinking her eyes rapidly, Lara managed to clear her view. All at once, she could make out what had happened. Just a few feet away, [Y/N]’s leg had been caught in a similar trap, but she wasn’t conscious enough to try and escape. Lara’s arm whipped forward to take aim, watching with a newfound sense of terror as a horde of shielded soldiers, clad in black, swarmed forward to the two. Even as she struggled to steady the hand that she gripped the gun harshly with, Lara began to fire warning shots, striking several of the soldiers and watching them plummet to the ground in waves.

A few that hadn’t been shot dashed toward [Y/N] and took hold of her limp arms. They hollered at each other to get her down, using her as some sort of human shield to avoid being killed as well. Upon seeing them grab the unconscious girl, the blood pumping from adrenaline underneath Lara’s skin lit aflame with fury and a desire to defend. Her aim became far more accurate, more fatalities becoming visible as she fired away at them, a wolf’s snarl lacing her words as she bellowed at them to leave her alone.

She knew she just needed to get enough of them down so she could break free from the pulley that tightened the rope around her ankle to a painful degree. If she could do that, she could protect [Y/N] and help her flee. A false spark of hope flushed through her veins as she noticed she had cleared most of the squad, the lie of it evident as her clip ran empty and more men emerged from the distance. She cursed at herself, her hands unsteadily flying back up to her belt to find another magazine and reload. As she struggled with fiddling her pack open to search, she failed to register the sound of thundering footsteps nearing her from behind.

Finally, she pulled a clip free with a small huff of relief. She let her empty mag drop to the ground, flicked upward with the new one to reload, then cocked the hammer back before taking aim. A single bullet fired from the barrel, and everything went black.

Everything seemed to come back at once–every sense flowing forward and overwhelming Lara’s mind. A muffled groan slipped past her lips as she managed to lift her head. Entirely unaware of her bearings, her eyes flitted around in confusion, unable to see with her eyes wide open. She jerked her arms forward, hoping to grab hold of whatever fabric covered her face, only to feel cold steel dig harshly into the skin on her wrists. She hissed in pain, wriggling for a moment as she tried to understand what had happened.

Her focus returned to what she could feel. She had been chained to something, though it was hard to make out exactly what it was. Against her back, she could feel jagged wood scratching at her scarred skin each time she moved. Her arms encircled whatever it was she was pinned up on. Piecing things together, she figured she had been cuffed to a wooden beam somewhere. That didn’t explain where she was, though. Aside from the village she and the others had passed through once they arrived, there were no structures of any kind as far as she could tell. Had one of the villagers turned and taken her hostage?

She could feel the frigid grated steel beneath her, which confirmed she had to be somewhere else. The ground in the homes of the village had been purely dirt and tattered cloth.

Then where the hell was she?

What had happened before she blacked out?

“Oh, look who’s up from her nap,” a booming voice called out, pulling Lara from her thoughts. Her head shot up, a quick yelp of pain greeting her as her head throbbed from the sudden motion. “Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where’s [Y/N]?” She couldn’t recall what she had been through beforehand, though some part of her told her she needed to defend herself regardless. A deep chuckle rumbled nearby before the owner of the previous voice stepped closer. Lara braced herself for a hit, fighting back a flinch when gloved fingers gripped the top of what had been obstructing her view and tugged upward.

She squinted with a hiss as the overhead lights flashed their way into her eyes, effectively blinding her for a moment. As her vision cleared and adjusted, she jerked her head to the side to face whoever had granted her the ability to see again. A moment hardly passed before her face contorted with anger: her brows furrowed tightly together, practically knitting themselves as one, her jaw clenching as her teeth ground painfully against each other.

“Who the fuck are you?” She snapped. Quickly, her outrage completely replaced the feeling of distress, only worsening when her gaze flickered down to see Trinity’s emblem stitched into the man’s tactical vest. He laughed, tossing the woven bag that had been tied around her head to the side. “You don’t need to know who I am, but I certainly know who you are.” He grinned, then reached behind Lara to pick something up from behind the pillar. Briefly after, he leaned back again, dangling her tactical belt tauntingly in front of her, still fully equipped with all of her weapons.

Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight, instinctively flying down to find and confirm that she had indeed been stripped of her only means of defense in this position. Immediately, she knew she needed to free herself. With the methods she had been taught after tussling with offenders before, she knew she could easily wrestle this man to the ground and overpower him. With her arms restrained, however, she could only fight back at an infuriatingly close range.

He seemed to notice the stress that had returned to Lara’s mind, letting out another cackle at her misfortune. He stood, twisting his torso far enough to hurl the belt over the railing. As he made his way over to squat in front of her again, she took this opportunity to look around. She had been right: she was chained to a wooden support beam, and she was seated against steel. Through the holes in the grated plates, she could see she was far up off the ground, at least three or four stories high.

Looking up, she could see layers of other platforms above, towering to an ungodly height. Dropping her gaze back down, the platform she was on curved around a circular building just behind her, and ahead of her, a long metal bridge stretched out to connect to an identical structure. As her eyes focused in on a figure across the platform, her blood ran cold, wishing she hadn’t recognized what was happening.

Everything that had happened before she ended up here came flooding back. The forest, the traps, the soldiers, everything. Now separated, [Y/N] was similarly cuffed to a pillar. Her binds seemed tighter, red lines already formed on her wrists as though she had been struggling against them for a while. For the first time since making it to the town, Lara felt genuine fear. Had they already hurt [Y/N]? Had they forced her to give away where Jonah was?

“[Y/N]!”

“Ah, so you noticed,” the man voiced, bringing her attention back to him. Shakily, she lifted her head, She screamed at herself, willing her voice into intimidation. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Internally, she cursed at the way her voice wavered and cracked.

The man grinned devilishly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? The moment you brought her here, you forced her to be a part of this. Like it or not, she has everything to do with this.” He leaned forward, blocking her view of [Y/N] and forcing her to look him in the eye. “It’s your fault.” Bringing his hand to his chin, he glanced up and mockingly pretended to think. “I suppose the saying, “like father like daughter,” is true after all. Wouldn’t you say so?”

At the mere mention of her father, a concoction of emotions bubbled beneath the surface of Lara’s skin. Even so, she forced her expression to remain stern. “Don’t you fucking talk about him.” Once again, she was met with a laugh.

A soldier that had been stationed nearby stepped closer to the two, concern laced in his tone. “Sir, shouldn’t we be careful? She’s taken out half of our men already, and most of it was entirely on her own.” The man in front of Lara rolled his eyes and stood, giving a small shrug. “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun. There’s nothing she can do like this,” he gestured toward her. “With respect,” the soldier started, “she’s gotten out of tougher situations. Maybe we should–”

In an instant, the man, who Lara assumed was the captain at this point, whipped his gun from its holster on his hip and stood. He flicked his arm upward and pointed the barrel directly against the soldier’s forehead, prompting him to freeze. “I’ll fucking take care of it, you got it? All I’m gonna do is get her to tell me a few things, then we’ll blow both of their brains out, then be on our way. Stop me like that again, and the first round will go through your thick skull. Understand?”

Quickly, the soldier nodded and stepped back to his station. “Yes, sir.”

The captain then tucked his gun away. He turned and made a motion with his head to the group across the bridge. Lara glanced behind him to see what was happening, only to panic further as they crouched beside [Y/N], who flinched away at their touch. “Don’t touch her!” She screamed, thrashing violently against her restraints.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the captain teased, crouching down in front of her again to look her in the eye. “As long as you answer some questions, we won’t hurt her anymore.” Anymore. That word bounced through Lara’s head as she barely managed to notice that [Y/N]’s skin was littered with bruises and cuts. She swallowed hard, glaring at him. “What do you want? What questions?” He again acted as though he was deep in thought. “Well, for starters, you could tell me where the artifact you're looking for is.”

She scoffed. “So what? You can use it to wipe out humanity? Like you tried to do with the Divine Source?” The captain forced a smile. His hand lifted from his side and made a motion toward the group behind him. Lara watched, horrified, as one soldier used all his strength to kick [Y/N] in the stomach, another grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming her head back against the pillar. She cried out in pain, desperately trying to free herself.

“Like I said, tell me what I want to know, and she won’t get hurt.”

Lara practically growled at him when she spoke. She ordered him to call the group back, threatening to make his death hell if he didn’t comply. “What do you think you can do? Can’t exactly kill me while you’re stuck here.” She scowled, her fingertips tapping at the chains in search of the padlock. Her arm shimmied a bit, allowing one of her hairpins to slip from the cuff of her sleeve and into her hand that she kept tucked away for situations exactly like this.

As she fiddled with trying to find the padlock, the captain continued to hound her with questions.

“Where’s your camp? I know you brought someone else here too.” She shuddered at the thought of Jonah being dragged into this as well. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where the hell I am, and you expect me to remember how to get back?” Another motion was made, prompting another harsh punishment to be given to [Y/N]. Lara shouted her name, begging her to hold on and promising she’ll get the two of them out.

The captain scoffed and crossed his arms. “Are you really not grasping what I’ve said? Answers for me means less pain for her.” Panicked, Lara thrashed again, her hands trembling as they continued their search. “I’m trying! But you aren’t giving me questions I can answer!” It was hard to mask her relief when her fingers finally found the padlock, though she instead focused on wriggling the bobby pin into the lock. “Well,” the captain huffed, standing again and slipping his gun from his belt. “I think I know something that might trigger your memory.”

At that, he turned and began walking toward [Y/N], wordlessly ordering the group of soldiers to back away. “No, don’t hurt her!” Lara was practically screaming at her hands to still, and with another brief moment, she finally managed to pick the lock, wrestling her arms free from the chains and stumbling as she stood. Without an ounce of hesitation, she lunged forward toward the captain, grabbing hold of him and trying to keep him away. He hollered in surprise, reaching back to claw at her and get a grasp. “Get off of me, you bitch!”

The team of soldiers that had been abusing [Y/N] only a mere moment before were now hurtling toward her. With a bit of a struggle, three of the soldiers managed to pry her off of him, throwing her back before forcefully pinning her against the pillar yet again. She fought against them, screaming for them to let her go. The captain ahead grumbled and stared her down for a moment, though he was quick to turn and walk toward [Y/N] again.

As Lara thrashed against the soldiers holding her down, the head of the team reached up toward a sheath against his hip, his gun having been smacked out of his hand and over the ledge from Lara’s outburst. Something felt as though it were burning in her mind, growing hotter and hotter as the captain closed the space between him and [Y/N]. She couldn’t let Trinity take another person she loved away from her. She wouldn’t allow it.

Hardly managing to remember her training, she turned and lunged her torso forward, using all of the momentum to headbut the soldier grasping her right arm in the face. He howled in pain, letting her go and falling backward. She then turned to the man holding her left shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she whipped her arm in a circular motion, gripping his wrist and forcing his arm to twist until he let go. Just as quickly, she shuffled forward and kicked the third soldier square in the chest, effectively knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Before she could stand, two more men sprinted forward and blocked her path, one of them managing to land a few rough kicks to her face and head. She hooked her arm beneath the back of his leg, jolting up to stand and flipping him backward. The second soldier struggled to free his rifle from the band on his back. By the time he managed to try and aim at her, her forearm flew sideways and struck his wrist, the impact catching him off guard and causing him to drop his weapon. Lara then leapt forward and gripped the straps of his tactical vest. She spun around to gain more force before driving him around again and launching him over the railing, not bothering to watch as he plummeted toward the ground countless meters below.

She turned, determined to get to the captain, but froze in place. Still so far away, he had freed [Y/N] of restraints, knowing she wouldn’t have been able to fight back. He pinned her against the platform, his knees planting themselves on either side of her hips as he drove his knife down into her stomach. Lara watched as [Y/N] tried to gasp for air, only to choke and let out a silent scream.

She felt everything grow heavy, ready to give into the temptation to drop to the ground. An inhumane level of fury coursed through her veins, and soon she found herself running forward at full speed, no longer in control of her body.

The neared the captain in only a few seconds, leaping from the ground and thrusting her arms forward. She tackled him off of [Y/N]’s writhing body and ripped the blade from his hand, dropping it and instead using her fists to beat any part of him she could see. Hit after hit, punch after punch, a new bruise formed on his skin, thinner sections splitting open into gashes. His blood seemed to all pool together beneath his head.

Lara let out a yell with each strike made against his skill. She lost count of the amount of times her knuckles made contact with the swollen form beneath her, not even noticing that her knuckles had begun to tear open and bleed from the sheer force alone. As his arms and legs fell limp against his sides, Lara’s punches came to a stop. Her bloodied hand reached over and grasped the handle of the knife, knuckles white from the tightness as she lifted the blade above her head.

Instantly, she plunged the knife down, listening with a sick joy as the thin metal ripped through layers of skin and organ, cracking through parts of his ribs. Mirroring what [Y/N] had done, the captain hopelessly tried to gasp for breath, instead wheezing and sputtering while his hands weakly scratched at her arms. Only for a moment, she kept the knife there. Before she could watch the life leave his eyes, she drew the blade out and immediately thrusted it down into his jugular with an equal force.

Her hands let go of the handle and dropped to land at her sides. She stared down, gleefully studying the way the captain clutched at his throat, a thick puddle of blood erupting from his mouth and trickling down his cheeks and jaw, disappearing into his hairline and accumulating with the crimson red under his trembling form. Glaring down at him with dull eyes, she lazily tugged the rifle from his back, forcing herself to stand and turn around.

She hadn’t heard the group of soldiers thundering up the stairs, but she had apparently sensed it. Effortlessly, she lifted the rifle and took aim, crouching down and firing away as the men made their way up one by one. By the time the team died out, she heard the gun click. Her gaze bored down at the rifle, realizing she had burned through the ammo. With a grunt of disapproval, she discarded the gun, then ripped another one away from a nearby lifeless body. She used that rifle to finish off the squad, blankly staring ahead after lowering the gun.

As her mind clouded over, taking in the scene before her, she tossed the gun to the side, straining to hear as it clattered against the steel platform. A bloodbath. That was the only way she could possibly describe it. Piles of bodies across such a small space, silver metal now stained red from blood and black from gunpowder. Lifeless eyes of the fallen seemed to watch her as she lifted her hands, taking in the way blood coated her skin. She wasn’t sure how much of it was hers and how much of it was the captain’s. She paid it no mind, instead rotating her hands to examine her knuckles. She had most definitely broken a few, if not all, of them,

Had she actually done all of this?

Nothing felt real.

The sudden sound of harsh coughing broke her out of her trance, forcing her attention toward the source. She scrambled over to [Y/N]’s side, holding her head up as she processed just how badly she had been hurt. Adding onto the gaping wound in her torso, countless bruises and cuts peppered every exposed inch of skin. The back of her head had been dripping blood from being hammered into the wooden beam. Lara gasped and frantically helped her prop her head up to prevent choking on her blood, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for something to help stop the bleeding. She grimaced when [Y/N] whimpered from the way she stretched over to grab a torn uniform.

Thinking on her feet, she slid to the wall of the base and leaned the wounded girl against it, apologizing tearfully each time she yelped in pain. After tearing the uniform into a thinner piece, she began stuffing part of the wound, earning more cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, finally using the rest of the cloth to ball it up. “This is going to hurt, but I need you to trust me.”

Before [Y/N] even opened her eyes, Lara forced her hand downward, applying an immense amount of both pressure and pain to the wound. At this, [Y/N] screamed in agony, her eyes beginning to roll back as her breaths quickened. Lara cupped her jaw and shifted forward. “[Y/N]? No, [Y/N], I need you to stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open! Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Stay with me,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“[Y/N], please, I can’t lose you. Not like this. Keep your eyes open–that’s all I need you to do!” Her words fell upon deaf ears, no matter how desperate they became. Before Lara could beg for her to listen again, [Y/N]’s head drooped down, her body now completely limp.

“[Y/N]?” Lara whimpered, shaking the unconscious girl’s head as a silent plea. When no response came from the motion, the Croft felt her tears beginning to spill, only being able to whisper “no” repeatedly. Her hand, the one that had been holding up the woman’s head, slid down to check for a pulse. She gasped softly when she found it, though realized she had to act quickly from how weak it was. “Shit,” she blurted, once again examining her surroundings. That bastard had thrown her radio over the railing with her weapons. There was no way she could contact Jonah without alerting any other potential Trinity bases of where they were. One look down at [Y/N], however, forced her to take that risk.

She stood and quickly rushed over to the nearby bodies, her calloused, bloodied hands desperately searching their equipment for a radio of sorts. She cursed with each failed search, though lit up only a fraction once she found one. Quickly, she ran to sit by [Y/N]’s side again, holding her up and pulling her close, keeping an eye on her as she sent out a message.

“Jonah? Jonah, are you there? Can you hear me? I need your help: [Y/N]’s bleeding out!”

She released the button, only earning static in response. Her eyes shot back to the woman beside her, her only shimmer of hope dimming immediately. Her finger clicked down again, lifting it closer to speak into it once more.

“Jonah, I need you here! Jonah, please, can you hear me?”

A choked sob erupted unwillingly from her throat. She felt like curling into herself and breaking right there. Now hunched over, she clutched the radio tightly against her chest, grasping a handful of her hair as she tried to come up with another plan. All she could bring herself to do for a moment was weep, terrified of losing the woman propped up by her side.

Her mind cleared for a brief second, and although she had no idea where they were, she knew they couldn’t stay there. More reinforcements were bound to show up sooner or later, and she was in no state to fight them all. She stood, peering out at the landscape in hopes of finding a landmark she had passed before. The lids of her eyes threatened to shut, heavy with fatigue from the loss of adrenaline and the salty tears that had fallen.

She staggered closer to the rail, gripping onto it tightly as a way to ground herself as she searched further. Her heart felt like it was going to sink down into the pit of her stomach upon spotting a village in the distance. She turned to [Y/N], unsure if either of them could even make it that far. There was a chance it wasn’t the village she had been in either, on top of the fact there could be more traps hidden in the forest.

That only stopped her briefly. She knew they needed to leave, and she knew it was better to head out with the chance of finding Jonah than staying there to die.

Willing every ounce of strength she had left, she plucked the rifle she had thrown to the side back up, slinging it over her shoulder before wobbling back to [Y/N]. She huffed, sucking in a deep breath to ready herself, then bent down to pick her up, one arm tucking itself underneath her knees, and the other wrapping around her torso.

She turned, stumbled forward toward the stairs, and wrestled with the urge to look down at the unconscious form in her arms.

Each step down felt like a mile, Lara’s calves straining and aching, feeling as though they would give in and snap like twigs. By the time she managed to make it to the ground, it took everything in her not to collapse. She just kept telling herself they’ll be there soon. That was all she could do to keep moving forward. If she didn’t make it, not only would [Y/N] die, but she would as well. The marks from the beating she had taken had begun to finally sink in, adding to the difficulty.

She swayed every few steps. Her body threatened to fall over anytime she leaned too far.

She had no way of knowing she was going in the right direction, only able to rely on her instinct. There was no path, no landmark, no sign of nearing the village, which is why it was such a surprise when she could hear hollering up ahead. She strained her ears, hardly managing to make out that the unidentified voice was calling her name.

“Jonah?” She whispered hoarsely.

“Lara! [Y/N]! Are you two out there?”

“Jonah,” she weeped, unable to raise her voice any further.

Her feet continued to stumble toward the sound of his voice. The closer she got, the stronger the small spark of adrenaline she somehow still had grew. Finally, realizing he was only a few feet away, Lara managed to pick up her pace, lightly jogging forward. “Jonah, we’re here,” she cried out weakly. She moved ahead, breaking through the entrance of the forest to reveal the small patch of land they had originally tried to set up camp at. There, Jonah turned around and instantly ran over.

“Lara, you’re alright! I heard gunfire, but I didn’t know where you were, and–”

“Jonah, we need to get back to the plane right now. [Y/N]’s losing too much blood, and I don’t know how much longer she’s going to last,” although her tone was weak, there was no doubt she was terrified. Jonah finally looked down to the woman in Lara’s arms, his body tensing at the sight of all she had been through.

“Shit, what did–okay, but what about what you came here for? We can’t come back! Trinity’s going to–” Jonah knew that even mentioning the artifact in that moment was a mistake, but his mind was racing, preventing him from thinking logically.

“Forget the artifact, Jonah!” Lara snapped, her raspy voice finally reaching the volume she’d wanted to have when calling for him. “I don’t give a shit about that right now! I just want [Y/N] to survive! I’m the reason she’s in this state to begin with–I don’t want to be the reason she dies!”

At her sudden tone, Jonah could only nod and motion for Lara to hand [Y/N] to him to carry her there. Reluctantly, Lara did so, only after realizing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the plane in time if she were the one taking her. Without a moment to lose, Jonah began rushing up the path toward where they had landed, shouting behind him for the Croft to follow.

The ringing returned the closer they got, her vision blurring and growing dark. Everything was spinning, and she had to force herself to keep track of Jonah. By the time they had all made it into the plane, Lara’s body finally gave out.

“You know, I don’t think I had ever scared my father that badly before,” Lara murmured, a gentle chuckle escaping as she smiled fondly at the memory. With a sigh, she felt the pad of her thumb caress the tattered skin on the back of [Y/N]’s hands. For just a single moment, the ticking of the clock hanging above the door synced up with the beeping of the monitor beside the bed. Just as quickly, they fell out of rhythm again, and Lara waited for them to repeat it. Every few minutes, for the past several weeks, both would beat together for just a brief second, only to fall apart again.

It was the only thing she could look forward to anymore. It kept her distracted so she didn’t have to process everything just yet–so she didn’t have to look up at the woman deep in a coma in the bed she sat by. Jonah would come in here and there, reminding her to eat something small or to bring her a spare blanket for the night. Nurses would step inside to take vitals and update Lara on what was happening. And even though [Y/N] was there, whenever everyone else would leave, Lara still felt alone.

She could talk to her, but it was more like talking at her. She had no idea if the woman could hear anything she said, nor did she know when she was going to wake up. It had been seven weeks since they made it back from the expedition. Lara’s injuries were treated fairly easily, but [Y/N] had fallen into a medical coma from blood loss and excessive blunt force trauma. Her chances of survival in the beginning were slim, but things started to steadily improve as the days passed by.

Those days, however, felt like years to Lara. The woman she could once talk to and joke around with, the woman she could once hold and be held by, the woman she could once gaze into the eyes of, now lay before her, unmoving and silent. She was alive, but to Lara she seemed dead. She had been so lively before, and now she couldn’t even open her eyes.

To fill the never-ending silence that weighed heavy upon her shoulders, Lara would talk aloud, pretending as though she was sharing her thoughts with [Y/N] like she had done before everything went awry. Recently, after running out of small-talk she had murmured like it was scripted, she had resorted to retelling memories she had of her father back as a child. Somehow, even as [Y/N] stayed unconscious, Lara felt comfortable sharing her favorite times spent with her late father. Anyone else would’ve been waved off and told she wasn’t comfortable, but [Y/N] had always been the one person she could come to to speak of him freely.

Even seemingly dead, [Y/N] was still the only one she trusted. It was funny, in a way.

She huffed out a sigh, lifting the woman’s hand to her lips and pressing a featherlike kiss to her knuckles. Once her lips left the clammy skin, she brought her head down to lean it against the back of her hand. Her eyes closed, brows furrowed as she bit back a sob.

“I wish I had never brought you with me. If I hadn’t, you would still be comfortable at home, watching TV and sleeping in. You wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t… You wouldn’t be hurt, or strapped to this machine, or fighting for your life. You wouldn’t be in a coma.” She sniffled, squeezing the hand still against her forehead. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I would take it all back if I could.”

Some part of her waited, half-expecting a response. She whimpered, clearing her throat to prevent herself from bursting into tears again. With a hard swallow, she lifted her head, gaze trailing up to [Y/N]’s face. She smiled. “I have no idea how, but you still look so beautiful. Even when you’re out like this.”

Her free hand lifted far enough to caress the girl’s cheek, then pinch the bridge of her own nose, internally groaning at how heavy her eyes felt. Once her hand planted itself back on her thigh, she glanced over at the heart monitor, watching each movement on the screen intently for a moment, allowing herself to gather her thoughts. Finally, she faced [Y/N] again. Her hand squeezed her leg, unsure of what to say.

“I love you. So, so much. I should’ve said it more before… all of this, but I’m saying it now. I do love you, [Y/N], more than anything in this world.”

She huffed out a pained laugh.

“I don’t know why I’m so mad at you. None of this is your fault. I’m the one who dragged you into the expedition, and I’m the one who ended up getting you captured. I wish I hadn’t begged you to come with me. You deserve to be at home, not in this bed. I should’ve protected you, and I didn’t, and for that, I’m so sorry. You deserve someone better: someone who wouldn’t have gotten you into this mess.

“The worst part is: I don’t even know if you can hear me. I’m not sure if you’ve heard anything I’ve said this entire time. I’m not sure why knowing that you might not hear me hurts so badly, but it does.” Tears once again pricked the corners of her eyes. “God, I wish I could hear your voice again. I miss you so much. I know you’re right in front of me, and I know you’re still breathing and alive, but I’ve never felt so alone. It doesn’t feel like you’re really here. It feels like you’re not you.”

The tears stinging her eyes now blurred her vision and poured down in thick masses. Her free arm raised, allowing her to use the sleeve of her jacket to wipe them away. Once they dried, she looked up at her again, hands trembling harshly.

“Please wake up. I’m begging you.”

Grumbling was all Lara could do in her unconscious state. Any small sound she could hear had her grumbling louder: pages flipping, pens scribbling, pills rattling, doors opening, monitors beeping. Everything that she could hear seemed to be working against her, screaming at her to wake back up. It was late at night when she finally let herself drop her head onto the edge of the hospital bed to rest. Hand still clutching onto [Y/N]’s, she managed to drift off for the first time in days.

The sounds grew incessant, however, stirring her partially awake. Each little noise irritated her further, and she had to fight the urge to muffle the scream bubbling up in her throat with the sheets cushioning her head. To add onto her growing frustration, something squeezed softly at her hand, forcing her back to her senses.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mumbled, lifted her head, then looked down at her hand. Her brows pinched tightly together, she sat there, processing what she had just felt. Again, her hand was squeezed.

Her brain, although severely sleep deprived, finally managed to register what had happened. Immediately, she looked up from her hand, her eyes landing on [Y/N], who finally opened her eyes for the first time in months. She gazed back at Lara the way the brunette had been craving the entire time. Upon seeing that she was now awake, tears instantly trickled out from Lara’s eyes, a shaky sob accompanying them.

“[Y/N]?” She whispered, unsure if she was actually awake.

“Hey, Lara,” came her raspy reply, a tired grin gracing her cracked lips.

Right away, Lara sprung up from her seat by the bed and leaned forward, capturing [Y/N] in a tight embrace. “Oh my god, I don’t–” She sniffled. Her leg lifted up, allowing her to sit beside the woman now practically cradling her in return. “You’re awake. You’re finally awake. I don’t believe it.”

She leaned back from the hug, cupping [Y/N]’s face in her hands and studying every little feature she could see. Sob after sob wracked through her body as she pressed a kiss to the wounded woman’s lips, only shifting back to pepper the rest of her face in similar kisses. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered after calming down enough to speak. Her voice trembled and broke more with each passing word, rambling about what she had feared.

“God, I love you so much.”

Again, she captured [Y/N]’s lips in her own, pure relief washing through her senses when she felt her kissing back. Weakly, the bandaged girl chuckled. “I love you too,” she rasped out.

Lara instantly leaned back into the embrace, clutching desperately at the hospital gown she rested against. She swayed side to side, shivering as [Y/N] soothingly rubbed up and down her back. She couldn’t begin to explain how she felt at that moment. All she could say was she was so relieved to know that the woman she held closest to her heart was alive and breathing.

“Can I ask you something?” A soft voice whispered. She leaned away again to look her in the eye. “Of course. Anything at all.”

“What happened after I was stabbed?”

Lara froze, now growing uncertain. “You don’t remember?” She sucked in a shaky breath when her only response was a shake of the head. Her gaze dropped down, unsure of where to start. She scratched the back of her neck anxiously, took another deep breath in an attempt to steel her nerves, then cleared her throat. “Well, I’m not really…”

She turned to glance behind her, ensuring no one else was in the room before she spoke again. There was no shame in what she had done–not for her–but she’d be torn away instantly if someone overheard. [Y/N] had just woken back up, and she wasn’t going to risk losing her all over again. Although, that still might be a possibility, depending on how she took the news.

She explained herself, sparing no detail of what she had committed in her blind rage. From wrestling with the soldiers to stabbing the captain of the team in both the chest and the throat, she confessed every little atrocity that had been brought about by her hands alone. As she spoke, she averted her eyes, too afraid of being gazed at with disgust. She focused on the pattern stitched into the bedsheets bundled up atop [Y/N]’s legs.

Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away from the sheets and look back into [Y/N]’s. She swallowed, surprised to see that familiar glint of admiration in her eyes. There was no sign of repulsion or discomfort at the heinous things she had admitted to. “You’re not mad?” Was all she could ask. [Y/N] snickered and shook her head.

“Are you kidding? Those asswipes beat the shit out of me, and one tried to kill me. I don’t exactly have sympathy for them after that.” Relieved, Lara sighed and grinned. It was a breath of fresh air to see her laugh again, even though it was rather weak.

She turned to sit next to [Y/N], who she then pulled into her side. With a quick peck to the top of the head, she closed her eyes and yawned. “Tired?” “Mmhm.” “Yeah, same.” Lara laughed, looking down at her in confusion. “You were in a coma for nearly three months. Why are you tired?” [Y/N] smirked and rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t willingly unconscious. Plus, my body just sucks,” she murmured, earning another chuckle.

“Well, I love your body,” Lara mumbled, tugging her closer. “Every bit of it.”

Waiting a moment, [Y/N] leaned against the brunette fully, her head dropping onto her shoulder as she closed her eyes. She grinned, listening to Lara yawn again before she shivered. “Move your legs for a second,” she whispered to the already half-asleep woman. “Hm?” “Move your legs.” “What? Why?” “So I can cover you up with the blankets.”

Lara seemed to take a moment to understand what she had said. Finally, though, she lifted her legs with a groan, letting [Y/N] slip the covers out from under her and essentially tuck her in beside her. Both sighed in relief: Lara from the warmth of the sheets and [Y/N] pressed against her, and [Y/N] from the feeling of Lara holding her close.

Lights had been turned off throughout the ward for a while, which both women were silently grateful for. As they shuffled to lie down more comfortably beneath the covers, everything seemed to settle down for the first time in months. Lara’s body finally relaxed, the lack of sleep from the past several weeks catching up to her at a rapid speed. She hummed softly as she turned onto her side, pulling [Y/N] into her chest.

“I’m never taking you on a trip like that again,” she slurred out. “At least, not until I know Trinity won’t be there.”

[Y/N] nodded as she listened, also partially asleep. She squirmed a bit, sliding closer while trying to mind her IV. As her head settled against Lara’s chest, she yawned. A moment passed before she spoke again.

“You do know the nurses are gonna come in any minute and realize I’m awake, right?” A groan sounded from Lara, prompting a snicker from [Y/N]. “I’m gonna crawl back into the bed again the second they leave. I just want you in my arms right now.”

“Well, either way, I want you to know that I could hear you for most of the time I was out. And I also want you to know that I plan on saying “I love you” as many times as you did before I woke up. I really do love you. I mean, you were right here the second I woke up, and I don’t know if you ever…” She thought for a moment, opening her eyes and looking up at Lara. “Did you ever leave the room?” Even as she fought to stay awake, Lara scratched her cheek nervously. “Only when I used the restroom. I was afraid I wouldn’t be here when you woke up.”

[Y/N] grinned. “Well, I’m glad you were here. I was worried you wouldn’t be here at all when I woke up. I figured you’d leave and head home, or maybe go back to the village we were at.” Gently yet reassuringly, Lara squeezed her closer. “I would never do that to you. You’re everything to me.”

“And you’re everything to me.”

Another yawn managed to escape the brunette’s lips. She pressed a small kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head and sighed, already drifting off again. “I love you, so damn much. No one’s going to hurt what’s mine, never again.”

“I’m yours, huh?”

“Of course.”

A gentle smile graced [Y/N]’s features as she shuffled closer, pressing a kiss to Lara’s collarbone as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Of course I’m yours.”

#fluff #x reader #female reader #angst #tomb raider #rise of the tomb raider #shadow of the tomb raider #lara croft #lara croft x fem!reader #lara croft x reader #lara croft x female reader

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Masterlist

Hello, yes, welcome to this list of things I have written. Most of it is smutty 18+ nonsense (and all of it is about Henry Cavill-shaped men), so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!

Don't copy, translate or otherwise post my work anywhere without my permission! I also explicitly forbid anyone to use my work to feed AI, that's gross and disrespectful, so please don't do the thing.

🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

Series Masterlist 🌶||🍭||🍷

Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

🍂 Series masterlist 🍂 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

🟣 Series masterlist 🟣 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

Summary: One of the best decisions August Walker ever made was sharing his princess with his college roommate Walter Marshall... (Dom!August Walker x reader // Dom!Walter Marshall x reader)

Part 1🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5 🌶

Series summary: The cute barista from your regular coffeeshop takes a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally does... (Barista!Mike x reader)

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭 || 🌶

Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do. (Melot x ofc (Tamsyn))

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭|| 🍷 || 🌶

Masterlist for all @henrycavillbingo entries!

A little short (August Walker x reader) - 🌶 Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.

Puppy love (dad!August vs. Teen Daughter) - 🍭 Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'. Puppy love II (dad!Syverson & son!Mike) - 🍭 Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - 🌶 Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Pumpkin Spice (barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader) - 🌶 Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Taking cues (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Your favorite bartender offers to teach you to play pool.

Tongue-tied (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Mike has always wanted to try to tie you up...

You deserve it (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: You’re feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Snowed in (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Making a mess of Mikey (Mike x reader x Black!ofc) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Happy birthday (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike makes you breakfast on your birfthday...

Next door (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Jersey (hockeyplayer!Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

🍀 Get wet (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little stumped that he made his girl squirt...

🍀 Not what you think (Mike x German!reader) - 🍭 || 🍷 Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

🍀 Common fucking indecency (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Little brother AU Worth it (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He’s also on a date… Astraphobia (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother... Sunday dinner (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍷 Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Baby, it's cold outside (Napoleon Solo x OFC) - 🌶 Summary: A stewardess recognises a certain Mr. Jack Deveny from her flight earlier in the day. He just so happens to be staying at her layover-hotel.

Body Double (Syverson) - 🍭 Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

What's the occasion? (Syverson x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list. The next chapter (Syverson) - 🍷 Summary: You come home to an interesting situation...

Don't knock it till you try it (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Axes and O's (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Fantasy AU

To become one (wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

What's in a name (wood elf!Prince!Mike x tiefling!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: At the wedding of his brother Melot, Mike is lured away by his little demon. A few months later, there is even more cause for celebration.

One of two kinds (werewolf!Geralt x halfling!Druid!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: When you find a wounded, new werewolf in the forest, you can't just leave him lying there. Perhaps the enormous man will turn out to be exactly what you needed...

#Raccoon-eyed-rebel's masterlist

[judgementdaysunshine]

From strangers to lovers

Pairing: Lara Croft x Fem reader

Description: You meet Lara while stranded on Yamatai and after meeting again the two of you become more to each other

Tears of pain, fear, and agony flow down your face as you shiver next to the fire you built somehow managing to shield it from the strong wind and snow. A voice breaks through the wind when you hear a yell seeing a woman around your age shooting a man who was fixing to attack her, you look around not seeing anyone until you lock eyes with the woman noticing the strong and determined but also emotionally pained and agonized look in her honey glazed eyes before you slowly walk to her and bring her to the warmth of the fire being quiet for a long while until you began talking to each other of what you have each been through surprised learning you were both stranded similarly on the island before learning of her name listening to her English accent that was soft as silk whenever she spoke softly. The two of you stick together and help each other, you stare at the sky on the boat hearing lara's friends laughing and drinking while lara stood a few feet away by your side keeping in touch by phone for the first while until you started getting yourself back to living after going through many days and nights of breakdowns, insomnia, nightmares, and endless fear staying in your home, you were hesitant to join your friends on a trip to England when you had still been slowly recovering seeing a psychiatrist for the past month but you joined them being on neverending alert of everything and everyone while walking with your friends around the town you were staying in until you locked on the familiar honey brown eyes that were still determined and strong but filled with more peace, calm, and life than you saw the first time instantly meeting her in a tight hug with a stunned smile. The two of you met up throughout your stay and she flew down to your home and as more time went on of meeting up with each other and going on trips together, the bond between the two of you grew from a sudden kinship of survival, to a growing friendship, and now in this intimate moment after suddenly kissing each other to a blossoming and unexpected romance as the feelings that have grown between the two of you within the past five months of reuniting and slowly forming a truly life changing relationship with each other, you smile feeling lara's arms wrapped around you as you slowly fall asleep from the events earlier after the surprising kiss that led to whispered confessions, passionate kisses, and mixed moans for the next few hours until the two of you laid next to each other feeling sleep begin to take it's hold on the two of you, lara smiles as she kisses your shoulder and gently rubs your hip with her hand before she falls asleep a minute later.

#lara croft #tomb raider x reader #tomb raider #lara croft x reader

[fcknstar]

Hey, how are you?

I would like to make a wish for number 3

Of the character Marcus Lopez

(If possible, could the jealousy be on the part of the reader?)

,, building blocks "

pairings : marcuslopez x fem!reader ( lara )

summary : sometimes you cant force yourself to do things you dont want, maybe this time you can.

content warnings : jealousy, (possible) unrequited love.

** lowercase intended **

it was normal for people to make friends..right? new student, getting to know one another from their own category. what more can one ask for? 

it was rare to see students from different ranks mix, too rare. but here you are, watching saya wrap her hands around marcus. a sickening sight for you. you and saya relatively knew marcus at the same time, hers more intimate. you cant help but sigh at the thought that marcus might not even consider you as a friend. he should be lucky you were there to stop chiko from slicing his throat the first time he met him. 

" pretty rancid, mate? tough love, tough love. " lex appeared next to you, smoking a blunt. 

" im not in love with marcus. "

" who said anything about him? " 

" fuck you. " lex sighed. he knew you for long enough to read you like a book. it was like reading in another language, you just got to guess and hope for the best. lex was always lucky. 

" c'mon, lara. him? you could do so much better. " willie stood next to you. 

" willie, dont be a dick. " lex sighed. 

" well, its in his name. cant blame him. " you earned a nudge from willie, who glared at you. lex on the other hand, cheered you on. 

" atta girl! "

" atta girl. " willie mocked, " shes not your girl. "

" well, she can be. " lex winked at you. 

you can't help but think whether you just were jealous because you cared about him, or that you cared about him too much that you heart beats faster, threatening you. 

laughing at the possibility of you liking marcus, you invited lex and willie to grab a drink, trying to drown the thoughts of what saya and marcus may be doing. 

★

" hey lara! " marcus happily planted himself by your side the next morning. 

" morning. " you bluntly reply, the said thoughts also planting itself in your mind almost immediately. 

" i didnt see you at the party last night, where were you? "

" i- " you were rudely interrupted by lex. 

" well mate, she was there. you were just too busy with saya to even notice. " lex often had no filter. 

" lex- " you were then rudely interrupted by marcus. 

" you were? shit, im sorry- "

" its whatever. " shit. that was the wrong response. it made you sound like you were hurt, and you often put a tough facade. its fine was always your go to answer, but what happened just now just slipped, like how your heart started to slip through its designated holder, right into marcus hands. 

you continued to walk as if everything was alright, lex pursing his lips with marcus struggling to get a word out. he had felt guilty for not seeing you when he begged you to come to the party with him and the rest, quoting that you can protect them. but that feeling fell when he saw saya. 

" hey saya! "  he greeted with much more enthusiasm than how he greeted you. its not like you payed attention. but there he is, following says like a lost puppy. 

" fucking hell, love. think you might wanna cut ties with him. " 

" dont you think that's a bit far fetch? " i stopped walking, turning to him. 

" well no? with the way he just left us, i mean you for her? woah. id be lucky to even have you breathing the same air as me. " 

" its fine lex.. "

" its most definitely is not. i can see that you like him, or i think you do. and hes not worth the time. your time! " 

" and i should be taking advice from a guy who sniffs the live out of glue? " you chuckle. it was fun having lex around, he knew how to stand his own ground and knew how to influence others to do the same. 

★ 

you thought about what lex said. you didnt want to just break off a friendship just because your heart ached whenever he was with someone and not you. maybe you should have just cut off your feelings because marcus eventually caught on to the sudden changes in your behavior. 

" hey lara. " he greeted. 

you just hummed. just like clockwork, you would just hum. not even share a word with him. not even a glance. the star he once saw in your eye whenever he was around just vanished. he noticed how you hung out with your own league more, besides lex and petra. 

" look saya, i really need to go now. " he winced before running off. him and saya was just having their own time chatting and drinking when he noticed the time. 8.15pm. he was late, 15 minutes late. it was the time whenever you had to spare. he knew, because you would often spend that time with him even if it was your only time to breathe. but you chose it to be with him. 

marcus ran to your dorm, praying you were still in there. 

" lara! " he saw you turn in confusion, after shutting your dorm room door. 

" hey. " he greeted, properly. 

" hi. " you never say hi. unless you want nothing with the said person. 

" you free? or… " he glanced at your outfit which looked like you were dressing up for a date. that made him furrow his eye brows, heart sinking lower into the depths. 

" no. why? " you dryly replied. 

" well, you wanna go out? spend some time together like we used to? " he offered. 

you had worked so hard rebuilding your guard that he easily broke down like building blocks. and now it was shaking. 

#imagines #oneshots #answered #mattheo riddle #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader

[leossmoonn]

This Love

masterlist

pairing - matt murdock x fem!reader

type - smut, fluff, 16+

note / request - "academic rival!matt and you being each other's firsts <3333" Hope you guys enjoy!!

summary - after years of being enemies, you and matt finally get together

warnings / includes - language, fingering, hand job, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

————

*gif isn’t mine*

"What's up friends!" You grin. You sit down at the table, glancing over to your right. "Murdock."

"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he states. You roll your eyes and set your eyes on Foggy. "How's it going?"

"Better now that you're here," Foggy smiles. You chuckle. "Oh, I know. I'm the only reason why you're surviving Columbia."

"Ah, yes, because you are the center of the world," Matt remarks. "Jealous?" You smirk.

"The opposite, actually," he hums.

"You guys can just have sex already," Foggy states. You and Matt both groan.

"In her dreams."

"In his dreams."

You glare at Matt while he makes a face while reading braille.

“The day I dream about having sex with you is the day I die,” you snort.

Matt smirks, “how come you’re still alive then?” You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t.” You push your tray of food away. “And just like that, my appetite has diminished.”

“Don’t mind if I do, then,” Matt says and reaches out to grab your food.

“Hey!” You slap his hand away. A thrill runs up your spine as your skin meets his, but you ignore the feeling bubbling up inside of you, pushing it deep down. “I never said you could have it!”

“You basically did,” he scoffs. “And if you’re not going to eat it, then you’re basically wasting food. And who would I be to waste —”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you groan. “Fine, you can have my chips. But I’m saving my sandwich and soup for later when I’m not in your presence.”

“Good to know I have some effect on you,” Matt smirks.

You stare at the quirked corner of his lips, your mind wandering. You imagine how his lips would feel on yours, how soft they would glide across your body. How they’ll nip at your skin, his teeth creating love bites on the most secret parts of yourself.

“You good, Y/n?” Foggy asks. You snap out of your daze, seeing that Matt’s smirk is wider. You look down at your lap, your face burning with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I’m really tired.”

“Maybe you should get some sleep then,” Matt states, plucking the bag of chips from your tray and opening them.

“Did I ask?” You snap. “Not verbally,” he says.

“Why are you so annoying today? Did Elektra leave you again for the like, what? Hundredth time?” You accuse.

Matt’s eyebrows knit and he frowns. “One, I left Elektra. Two, you’re the one being so annoying.”

“Oh, yeah? And how so?” You prompt, resting your elbow on the table and leaning close to him. You cross your legs and you see his nostrils flare.

“You’re just you,” he mutters, lowering his head and continuing to eat his chips.

“Some people would consider that a gift,” you remark.

Matt mutters something incoherent. You’re curious, but don’t push. From his expression, you two are done teasing each other until your next encounter.

“Are you ready for that test?” Foggy changes the subject, noticing the shift in the air. You flash a thankful smile, straightening up in your seat and conversing with him.

————

“Are you going to the mixer tonight?” Your roommate, Lara, asks.

“I’m not sure. Are you?” You ask. “Yep. Foggy is taking me,” she grins.

You smile, “oh, really. When did this happen?” “An hour ago. He accidentally spilled tea all over me, and as an apology, I told him he can take me to the mixer. He gladly obliged,” she explains.

“Hm, not surprising. He’s had his eye on you for a while,” you say.

“I know. It was about time I relieve him,” she says. “I bet he’s on top of the world,” you agree.

“So am I,” she sighs dreamily. She continues tweezing her brows, leaning forward on the vanity. You resume studying, turning the page, and getting a whiff of a familiar, musky scent.

Matt’s charming smile pops into your face. The familiar scent is his. You lean forward and smell your book. It smells nothing out of the ordinary. You frown as you realize his scent just came to you. You try to push it out of your mind, re-reading the words from your textbook, but you can’t focus. Suddenly, your mind is clouded with thoughts of Matt. You let out of frustrated huff, slamming your book close. You figure you can clear your mind with a short walk around campus. You’ve been cooped up in your room for a couple of hours now. Maybe the lack of fresh air was making you crazy.

“I’m going out for a walk. Have fun at the mixer. Tell me how it goes when you get back,” you say.

“I might not be back tonight,” Lara smirks. “But I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. I won’t leave out any details.”

You chuckle, “I think you should spare some details.” You step out of your dorm room, turning left and making your way outside of your building. You walk down to the library, looking through the windows to see all the students studying. Matt catches your eye.

You stop in your track, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket as you observe him. He has his earbuds in that’s attached to a laptop. His hands are splayed out in from of him, his fingers moving across the paper to read braille. You were amazed at how fast he could read braille. You could barely read that fast.

His senses seem to pick up on you as he turns his head in your direction. Your hairs on the back of your neck raise. You didn’t know how he did it. It was like he had super senses. It both intrigued you and scared you.

You know he can definitely tell you’re there as he gives you a smile. You smile back, forgetting he can’t see you. You mentally face-palm, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. He doesn’t seem to notice, thankfully.

He waves you forward, gesturing to the seat across from him. You debate on going in or not. The whole purpose of your walk was to get away from the thought of him. But now you were about to spend time with him.

Before you could make a decision, your feet began to walk you to the doors. You didn’t fight with your body, opening the library doors and walking over to Matt.

“Hello,” you say, your voice tight. “You know, stalking people is considered creepy,” he remarks. He takes one earbud out and resumes reading braille.

“Oh, how you flatter yourself,” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t stalking you. I was taking a walk and happened to see you.”

“I see. And how was your walk? I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

“It was fine. I needed the fresh air. And no, you didn’t.”

“Good,” he nods.

You both sit in awkward silence. When you two were being civil to each other, it felt weird. Both of you were so used to insulting each other and feeling the thick, hot tension. Now that it wasn’t there, you weren’t sure what to do next.

“So, um, did you enjoy the chips?” You ask. He chuckles, “you’re asking me about chips?”

“I don’t know! You’re obviously busy. I don’t know why you invited me here,” you say.

“The company is nice,” he shrugs. Your lips upturn into a smile. “You like my company.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head. It’s already as big as it is.”

“Rude!” You scoff. “I could say the same thing about you. You are the most egotistical man I know.”

“I gotta make up for being blind somehow.”

Your smile becomes bigger. You lean forward, scooting your chair in. You lift your foot up, dragging it softly against his pant leg, putting pressure on his calf. “Not that you need to make it up, but I’m sure you have other ways of doing so.”

His breath hitches and his hands move slower on the page. “And what do you think do things are?”

You shrug, sliding across the table. “You tell me, Matty.” His name on your lips becomes breathy and rough. Matt’s heart is pounding in his chest. His skin is on fire. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. It takes everything in him not to move closer to you. He can smell your body wash from across the table, but it’s not enough. He wants to be drowned in your scent. He wants to bask in your touch and feel your kiss all over him.

“I got you, didn’t I?” You grin.

It takes him a few moments to recalibrate. “I-I have no idea what you’re doing about.”

You giggle, “alright, I’ll let you stay in denial.”

“Are you going to the mixer?” He asks, resuming reading braille. “I am not, sadly. You?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

You frown, “why not? You love those things. Free food and booze.”

“I do love those things,” he chuckles, “but I’m too busy tonight.”

“Oh, with what?” You’re intrigued. Usually Matt never is busy unless he has a date. Who was the lucky girl this time?

“I just have to study,” he explains. You scoff, “yeah, right. With which girl?”

He frowns, “with nobody.” “You’re skipping a social event to study? Doesn’t seem very Matt Murdock to me,” you state.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think then,” he shrugs. You narrow your eyes at him. “Why don’t I study with you, then? I’m not going either.”

You were planning to go. You decided last minute during your walk, but now you had an opening to spend time with Matt. You were going to have the whole night to annoy him. And you were never going to admit this, but you enjoyed his company. Each day you considered him more a friend than a rival. Each day your feelings for him grew.

“Why aren’t you going? I thought you loved those things?” He smirks.

“I’m busy tonight,” you echo his words. He grins, “alright. We can study together. But I’m studying for my ethics class. If you’re up for that.”

“Oh, please. I can pass ethics in my sleep,” you say. “You failed it last semester, right?” He says.

You kick his ankle under the table. “Do not speak of my failures! It’s very rude.”

He laughs, throwing his head back in joy. You can’t help but smile. His laugh was a sound you thoroughly enjoyed to hear. He began to pack up his textbooks and wrapped up his earbuds. He turns to you before getting up.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

————

You’re quite nervous as you walk to Matt’s dorm. You feel like fainting. Your throat is dry and your heart continues to skip. Before you knock on his door, it opens. The sight of him makes your knees weak.

He’s not dressed in his usual jeans and button-up. He’s wearing grey sweatpants that are low on his hips, showing the waistline of his boxers. On his top, he’s wearing a wife-beater, showing off his muscles. You can’t stop staring.

“Come in,” he says, acting clueless. In reality, he can feel your stare. Your eyes burn his skin like a laser beam. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

“Thanks.” Your voice is small as you step in. You look around the room. It was as messy as the last time you’ve been there.

“Foggy’s at the mixer. I think he and Lara went together,” Matt says.

You nod, “they did. Lara couldn’t shut up about it.”

“Neither could Foggy,” Matt laughs.

You watch as he saunters over to his desk, sitting back down and reading the braille on the page. “Join me,” he suggests.

You do so, walking over slowly. You sit down in the chair next to him, placing your hands into your lap. “So, what am I helping you study with?” You ask.

“You can quiz me, I suppose,” he suggests. “Sure,” you nod.

He hands you Foggy’s copy of the textbook, which is not in braille.

“Open to chapter four,” Matt directs. You do so, eyes widening at the page. “This is a lot.”

“That’s why you failed, huh?” Matt grins. You roll your eyes. “Are you going to remind me of that all the time?”

“With every chance I get,” Matt confirms. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter.

“It’s part of my charm,” he remarks. “Is that how you get all the ladies? Or should I say, that’s how you drive them away?” You hum, flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“Well, if that were true, you wouldn’t be here, yes?”

“I am not one of your ladies.”

He puts his hand on your knee, making you look up at him. He can feel your pulse race near your popliteal. Slick grows between your thighs as his fingers crawl up your skin, wrapping around your thigh and making their way up to your shorts. You suck in a breath, goosebumps forming on your skin as his warm hands smooth across your body.

He leans forward and you can feel his breath on your lips. The hot air fans your face, making you warm all over. His lips are millimeters from yours. Your eyes are studying them, watching with anticipation. He moves to your ear, darting his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“You can become one,” he says huskily.

You gulp in reply. You can’t think straight. He’s never gotten this close to you. You’re infatuated by his scent. It fills your nostrils. All you can think about is him. Matt. Matt. Matt. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel him. Images of him towering over you in bed, his hands on your thighs, swinging your legs over his shoulders cloud your mind. You feel your panties dampen, your belly filling with need.

You want to give in. The whole year you two have been academic rivals, and your feelings for each other have grown. Romantic and sexual. First, it started with you imagining cuddling with him, and going on dates. But now you just want to rip his clothes off and have your way with him.

“You mean that?” You ask, staring at his lips.

His throat goes dry. He talks a big talk, but he’s never actually gone all the way. He’s had many girls in his room in the past, but usually, they’re the ones receiving most of the pleasure. And not that he minds. He loves pleasing and giving. But he’s been waiting for that special person, and honestly, he thinks that person is you.

“I-I —” his mind goes blank. He was teasing at first, and he knew his effect on you. He didn’t know if you were playing along or you meant it. The sincerity in your voice, and the pattern of your heart, all point to signs of you meaning it. But he doesn’t want to mistake wishful thinking with the truth.

“I want you, Matt,” you say. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I-I need you at this point. Please, tell me you’re not playing around this time.” Your hand moves up to his shirt and you clutch the collar, bringing his forehead on top of yours. You brush your lips across his, both of your hearts jumping out of your chests. His grip on your thigh firms and he reaches out with his other hand, placing it onto the curve of your hip.

“You’re serious?” He asks. “Yes,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You clench your thighs together, the thoughts of him not being enough. You fist his shirt tighter. “Are you?” You ask.

He doesn’t answer you verbally. Instead, he plants his lips on yours. His kisses are fervent but passionate. You melt against him immediately, both of your hands flying up to his neck. You bury your fingers into his hair, ruffling through the soft strands. You move from your seat to his, placing yourself on his lap and pressing your body close to his.

His hands slide under your thighs, lifting you and carrying you to the bed. He gently places you on his mattress, continuing to kiss you. His lips were soft and fit with yours. Kissing him feels like a wild fantasy. The way your teeth clashed, his saliva mixing with yours, how his touch filled you with sweet warmth. It’s all you could ever wish for.

He trails sweet kisses down your face, burying his face into your neck and sucking hickeys. His hands move from the back of your thighs to the top of your shorts. You can feel him hesitate as he feathers over the drawstring. 

“Undo it. Take it off.” You sound desperate and needy. Matt catches on the the tone of your voice, smiling against your skin. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

His words make your heart flutter and his smile grows wider. He quickly undoes the strings, slowly taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor. You watch with anticipation as his hands roam your lower body. His fingertips slowly feel over your panties, trying to figure out what material you’re wearing. 

“Cotton?” He guesses. “Bingo,” you breathe out as he brushes up against your clit. 

“What color?” He asks. “Red,” you answer. “My favorite,” he grins.

His hands skim under your shirt, making you shiver. You lower your head, not taking your eyes off of his curious touch as he touches your clothed tits. His thumbs lay flat across your bra cup, feeling your hardened nipples. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. Your body feels hot all over. “You think so?”

He nods eagerly. “I know so. I’ve always thought that about you.”

“Oh, really?” You hum. “Yep. Your charm, your scent, the way you walk, your voice, the clothes you wear. You’re gorgeous inside and out,” he explains. 

Your heart swells at his words. Your hands cup his face and you bring it up to yours, pressing his forehead to yours. “So are you, Matt. You have no idea how handsome you are. The first time I saw you, I just had to get to know you. And although you can be so irritating sometimes —” your voice breaks into a giggle. He mirrors your facial expressions, laughing with you. You caress his cheek lovingly, pecking his lips. “Your personality is what I like the most. The way you think, your confidence, your laugh, your intelligence. It’s all so sexy. I… I love it.”

He’s grinning like a madman now, and his face is the color of a firetruck. “I love everything about you, too. I’m so glad we became enemies.”

“Enemies might not be the right words now,” you say. “What do you want to call us now?” He asks. 

You loosen your grip on his face and allow him to go back to your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your flaming skin, his teeth nipping and causing you to moan. 

“Lovers?” You suggest. Your voice is heavy with lust. He smiles while he kisses your body. He licks a trail down your collar bone, tugging your shirt down to expose more skin. “I love the sound of that,” he remarks. 

You take the initiative and slip your shirt off, leaving you half-naked. Although you know he can’t see, the anxiety of being in your underwear for the first time in front of someone bubbles in your chest. He can feel your body and then decide if he truly likes it. That seems more daunting than him being able to see it. You knew how much Matt paid attention to detail, how he could pick a single scent out of a hundred, how he could somehow hear from miles away. You wonder if he’s going to be able to pick out your insecurities with one single move. 

“Bra is the same color?” He asks. “No. It’s black,” you answer. “I bet you look divine,” he says. “You feel like it.”

He runs down your body, his hands molding with your curves as he settles at your hips. His right hand stays while his left explores more. He goes up to your collar bone and neck, running across your soft skin. He finds your pulse, pressing up against the point, finding satisfaction in how it was racing. 

“Did I do this?” He asks. “What do you think?” You smirk. 

He chuckles, “I think I did. I like it. I like finally being able to indulge in my effects on you.”

“There’s more than just my heartbeat.” You take his right hand, dragging it down between your thighs. “If you’re interested,” you add, your grip on his hand faltering. 

He places his hand on your inner thigh. “Trust me, I am.” He scoots down the bed, spreading your legs and diving between them. He inhales deeply, your tangy arousal filling up his senses. He became hungry with lust, needing to taste you, needing to feel your warmth and wetness on his tongue. 

“Can I —?”

“Yes, Matt. Yes,” you nod eagerly. 

His pants tighten at your desperation. He slides your underwear to the side, dipping his finger in slowly. You let out a low hum, wiggling your hips closer to his hand. Matt is entranced by how you feel around his finger. How wet you’ve become for him.

“You’re like a slip ‘n slide, and I’ve barely done anything,” he remarks. “You better do something before I turn into a desert,” you say.

He chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your pussy. Your eyes flutter as he places feather-light kisses on your mound, getting closer and closer to your clit.

“We both know just the sight of me makes you wet.” With his words, he enters his finger. You let out a gasp, eyes widening at the sudden feeling.

“Matt,” you moan as his tongue begins to flick your throbbing clit. You buck your face up to his mouth, enclosing your thighs around his face.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he groans against your pussy. His lips enclose your clit and he slips another finger in, curling his fingertips to hit your g-spot.

A string of whimpers and curses fall from your lips. You’re gripping the bed and the hair at the top of his head, your back arching with each suck and lick.

“M-Matt. Fuck,” you groan as he adds another finger. Your toes are curling at the end of the bed, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, his teeth gently tugging on the sensitive bud. He lays his tongue flat against you, licking a long stripe up to your clit, sucking on it. The sounds his mouth makes are filthy. The sounds of him fingering you fill the room, along with your moans. The way your juices slide with the motions of his fingers fills his ears. He is right where he wants to be: engulfed in you.

Your walls clench his fingers and he knows you’re about to cum. Your muscles contract and the pitch of your moans become higher and higher. You chant his name like a prayer, your back arching one last time before you completely relax into the bed.

He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them dry. “Taste even better than I would have thought.”

You smile at his words, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. You crash his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

“Was that okay?” Matt pulls away.

You cup his face on both sides, taking in his flushed featured and messy hair. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He nods and smiles. “I’m glad you think so. I-Is there anything you want me to do differently next time?”

“Oh, next time?” You giggle. His cheeks turn red and he lowers his head. “I-I mean, I was thinking —”

“Nothing that I can think of, Matt,” you shake your head. You peck his lips a few times, running your hands through his hair before you fully kiss him.

Matt settles himself between your legs. As he does so, you feel his boner poke the inside of your thigh. The feeling sparks need and nervousness inside of you. If you two were to go all the way, then it would be your first time. You are positive that it would not be Matt’s next time, which is what makes you nervous. But the thought of him being your first fills you with need. Slick grows between your thighs and you reach one of your hands down to palm him.

He chokes a little while you kiss him. You squeeze his erection, beginning to move up and down.

“Y-You don’t have to do anything in return. I like giving,” Matt breathes out.

“And I like giving as well,” you grin.

He lets out a breathy laugh, his hands clutching the pillow above you as you reach into his sweatpants and underwear.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans. “Your touch is heavenly.”

Your face flushes at his words. Your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the accumulated pre-cum. You sit up on your elbow, placing your lips up to his ear. You lick the shell of his ear, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear lob. Breathy moans from him fill your ears. Your heart flutters with each one. The pace of your arm gets faster as you speak.

“I want you inside of me, Matt. I need you inside of me,” you breathe out.

You expect him to agree, get a condom, and get to work, but instead he stops all movement and pull away.

“W-What?” He sputters. He sits in shock. Your words echo in his head, causing his pants to tighten further. He becomes caught up in imagining what it would feel like. He knows how wet you can be. He knows how your body reacts to him. His heart thumps in his chest as he imagines fucking you.

How you feel embarrassed and ashamed. You begin to question yourself. You thought he would want it, that he would want you. You curse yourself in your head, tears of humiliation filling your eyes. How could you be so stupid? You should have asked him if he even wanted to have sex tonight.

Matt shakes himself from day dreaming as he hears you sniffle. He places his hand onto your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I’m sorry,” you say. “I should have asked and no assumed. Of course you don’t want to have sex with me. I’m a virgin and guys get weird about girls being —”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Matt rushes out. He takes your hand and sits you up, placing you on his lap. “Who said I didn’t want to have sex with you?”

“Just the way you reacted.”

His face falls. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to react in a bad way. I was actually imagining what it would be like with you. I like the idea very much. I love it.”

“Really?” Your brows raise. He nods. “Yes. But there’s something you need to know, too.”

“What, you have a small dick?” You smirk. “Ha-ha, very funny. You already know I don’t,” he states.

“Oh, Mr. Confident, I see,” you hum.

“Okay, seriously,” Matt says. “I… I’m also a virgin.”

Your eyes pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He frowns. “What do you mean “what”? Is it that obvious?”

“No! I mean, it’s obvious that you aren’t. You’re really telling me you never slept with Elektra?” You ask.

“We did things, but not full on intercourse,” he shakes his head. His cheeks turn to a dark red as he continues. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person. And… I believe that person is you.”

Your heart bursts at his words. Your face lights up with a smile and you crash your lips onto his, kissing him slowly and passionately. “You have no idea how great it is to hear that. It’s the same for me, too.” 

“Really?” He can’t hide the smile growing on his face. You rest your forehead on his, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Yes, really.”

His hand snakes to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. “In that case, can I— can I have sex you?”

You giggle, “yes. Yes you can.”

“Lay down that gorgeous body of yours. I’ll get a condom,” he says.

You do so, taking off your remaining clothing. You watch with a pounding heart as he undresses, rolling the condom onto his length. He climbs back into the bed, taking your hips in his hands.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes. Well, wait,” you say. Your hands reach up to his face and you take ahold of his glasses. “Can we take these off?” You ask.

He turns shy. “U-Um, you sure? A lot of people become uncomfortable when they see my eyes. Since I don’t really know what to look at I just stare into space. I don’t want to weird you out.”

“You won’t,” you shake your head. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I just realized that I’ve never seen your eyes before. I would like to see them if it’s okay.”

“A-Alright. Sure,” he stammers.

You slowly slide his glasses off, smiling once you see his eyes. He has beautiful hazel eyes, specks of green and golden brown shining in the light’s reflection.

“I-Is it okay? You haven’t said anything,” he says.

You cup his face, bringing it close to his. “You’re perfect, Matt. All of you. Your eyes are so pretty. I can’t believe I’ve never seen them.”

He blushes red. You can feel the warmth under your hands.

“Thank you,” he says bashfully.

“Of course, Matty.” You lean up and peck his lips, your hands feeling over every inch of his body. You settle at his waist, pulling him in. “I’m ready when you are.”

He nods, “okay. Just let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable. We can stop anytime.”

“I will,” you smile.

You spread your legs open, your knees resting next to his thighs as he slips inside of you. He moves in so slow, you can’t feel anything. But as two inches fills you, you begin to feel a searing pain.

Your nails dig into the flesh on his shoulders. You whimper in pain. “Stop, stop, stop.”

He does so immediately, beginning to pull out, but you stop him.

“No, no. Just stay there. Let me get used to you,” you say.

“Are you sure? It might hurt —”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You wiggle under him, spreading your legs more to accommodate him. He was big, that was for sure. An inch or two above average, but it was his girth that made it hurt. Being a virgin, all you’ve had were fingers and a couple of sex toys inside of you. Nothing felt like this, though.

“Alright. It feels better now. You can start moving again,” you direct.

He nods, his eyes fixating on your collarbone as he moves inside of you. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moves further. He’s already addicted to the way you feel. How your walls hug him, how easily he slips in. It feels like heaven.

“Okay, okay. Stop again,” you pant.

He’s only halfway in, but you don’t think you can take anymore. Not tonight, anyways. “I-I’m sorry. This is all I can —”

Matt shuts you up with a kiss. “Please, don’t be sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. If you’d like to continue, I will stay this deep. I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” You ask. “No,” he shakes his head. “Honestly, this is perfect. I mean, any inch of me being inside of you feels perfect. But this - this is amazing.”

You reach up to kiss him, furrowing your brows as you put all your feelings into it. “You’re so sweet, Matt. Who knew?”

“Ah, now, c’mon. I thought we were past that,” he smirks.

You giggle, “never.”

“Mm, good. You’re the only one I like being passive aggressive with.” He nuzzled his nose with yours.

“Me, too, baby,” you hum. “You can start moving now, by the way. Just go slow, please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says.

He pulls back slightly, moving forward and reaching the same point he did. He does this a few times, feeling you become more comfortable with him each time. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as he didn’t know what to do. It’s not like he could watch sex to know what to do. And usually the girls took the initiative and went on top.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “I-I… I don’t really know what to do,” he says.

“Me neither,” you let out a breathy laugh.

You fall silent for a moment, racking your brain for the next step. You wrap your arms around his neck, putting your feet up on the bed.

“Move out of me and then slowly slip in again,” you suggest.

“Okay,” he nods. He does so, slipping out to where only the head of his cock is still inside of you. He slowly moves forward. The action draws a long and low moan out of you. Your fingers tighten around his neck, your hips bucking up, causing him to slip in further. To your surprise, it didn’t hurt.

Your heart palpitates as he hits your pleasure point. You rest your hips back down into the mattress, your mind a little hazy at the feeling.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He takes your silence as pain.

“Yes, yes,” you nod. “Move, um, move further, please.”

“Okay,” he nods. He slides into you more. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“Matt,” you moan at the stretch. “Mm, keep going.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He begins to move in and out of you, the sounds of your juices moving around his dick filling his ears. He buries his face in your neck, gently sucking your skin as he makes love to you. You moan his name with each thrust, soon becoming immersed in how he feels inside of you. You knew it would feel good, but you didn’t know it would feel this good.

You love how he just fits right inside of you. It’s like he was made for you. How his cock stretched you out perfectly, to where you can feel it but it wasn’t destroying you. How gentle but firm he was being. How loving his hands on your body felt. How his hot breath fanned your neck and gave you goosebumps.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans. He thrusts become slightly faster as the seconds pass. He still moves gently, though, keeping in mind not to hurt you.

His breathy moans make your lower stomach tighten. He can feel your walls squeeze him, causing his cock to twitch inside of you. You can feel it. You want more.

“So do you,” you moan. You push yourself up on your elbows, crashing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, moaning and whimpering every second. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as they close, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot perfectly. Just the right speed and force to make your toes curl.

One of his hands reaches up and grasps your hand. He intertwines his fingers and brings your arm up to rest above your head. Your heart flutters in response, and you can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.

“You’re so perfect,” Matt moans. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting along the way.

You run your free hand down his chest, taking in his beautiful physique. “So are you,” you hum, your hand grabs his lower back, pulling him into you further.

“Fuck,” you pant as he slides further into you.

“My God,” Matt pants, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, Y/n. I-I’m close.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, me, too. Matt, fuck. Can you go a little faster?”

“Of course,” he nods. He picks up the pace, deciding to add more than just speed. He takes his free hand and wets his thumb, reaching between your sweaty bodies and finding your clit.

Your pussy pulsates around his cock as he begins to rub the throbbing bud. You squeeze his hand that you’re still holding, panting your heels into the mattress and bucking your hips up to meet his.

“Oh, Matt.” Your moans become high-pitched and breathy, your chest heaving up and town. Your lower stomach tightens and a familiar feeling dwells up.

“Fuck, Y/n. I love you,” Matt mumbles as he cums. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his movements faltering to a complete stop.

Your back arches and your muscles tighten before you completely relax. You let out a satisfied hum, letting yourself bask in your daze.

Matt’s sweaty body collapses next to you. He slowly pulls out of you, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Are you?”

“I am more than okay. That was… was just…”

You giggle tiredly, “I agree. That was indescribable.”

“In a good way?” He worries.

“Yes.” You put your hand on his face, kissing him sweetly. “I have to use the bathroom quickly.”

“Go ahead. Do you need anything when you come back? Water, a snack? Do you need help with anything?” He questions.

“Some water would be nice,” you say. “Okay. I’ll get you some,” he hurried out of the bed.

“Hey,” you call out. “Yeah?” He asks as he’s putting back on his clothes.

“Get yourself some, too. And a snack. You worked really hard tonight.”

He smiles, “will do.”

You use the bathroom and clean yourself up, returning to his room and finding Matt cleaning up the bed.

“Here are your clothes. I noticed you chose to wear mine.” He points to your folded clothes on his desk.

You smile, “thank you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I definitely don’t,” he grins. You sit back on the bed, thanking him as he hands you a glass of water.

“Did you enjoy it?” You ask. “You have no idea,” he says.

“Good. I… I’m glad I’m good at sex. Although I didn’t do anything,” you snort. “Trust me, you don’t need to do anything. Did I do well?” He asks shyly.

“Oh, for sure.” You scoot towards him and put your hand on his chest. “Maybe we can do this again, yeah?”

“Really?” He raises his brows. “Yep. Maybe after you take me out to dinner?” You suggest.

“Oh, definitely. I’d love to. As long as you’re okay with cafeteria food for dinner,” he chuckles.

You hum in contentment, leaning forward and pecking his lips. “As long as you’re there, I’m okay with anything.”

————

Like and Reblog

taglist form

@arkofblake @murdockcastleslut @hunnybunimdun @rintheemolion @theunwcnted @alexxavicry @mrs-dr-reid @yourbucky084 @justlenastuff @lawrencequeen @shifting2drs @lucyysthings @philseyelash2009 @tribridbibrid @linkpk88 @tiredbeebo @thatweirdoleigh @taylordidsomthingbad @lilybarnesposts @sarahisslytherin @mcueveryday

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader smut #matt murdock imagine smut #matt murdock x reader angstv #daredevil #college matt murdock #college matt murdock smut

[leonkennedygvrl]

hi! i’m lara, i’m quite new to tumblr but i’m not new to writing! here are some things you should know.

- i’m nineteen-years old. my main fandoms are resident evil and tomb raider. i do take requests. i’m willing to write smut, angst and fluff. for smut i’m comfortable with writing (non-con(these are all works of fiction, consent is very important in real life) anal, incest, dd/lg(all characters are above 18+) stepcest, and certain fetishes such as - piss, somnophilia, voyeurism and sadism/machoism.)

- here are some things i’m uncomfortable with writing so please respect my boundaries. (race play, age, beast, scat, vomit, vore and gore(gore is ok to an extent)

- i’m a female, so writing male pov is rather hard for me and that’s why i’ve decided to only write imagines or scrabbles for mpov because they’re short and easier to describe.

- i would prefer for minors to not interact, but you are responsible for your own media consumption. please do not repost my content without permission. homophobia, racism, ableism and pedophilia is not tolerated on my profile, and hopefully anywhere else. pro-israelis please dni .

- i will mainly be writing leon kennedy x fem!reader and/or lara croft x fem!reader, and maybe some imagines or scrabbles about leon kennedy x lara croft.

- dni if you’re a toxic shipper, i don’t care who you ship in re/tr but don’t force your opinions on me. it won’t get you anywhere.

that’s all i have to say, i hope my content reaches your expectations! thank you so much 🧡 all pictures are made by yours truly.

#writer #gettoknowme #i’m new lol