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bittersweetcreep · 2 months

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My Vision Of A Female!Darling Damian Would Become Obsessed With {Origin and Meeting}

Origin Start

I see this darling as a lab experiment design to be the perfect weapon, although the way she was made was lack for a better word "unique." The scientist made her embryo with specific DNA traits then put her into a fertilization tank, and once out of said tank, a "caretaker" was assigned to her.

This "caretaker" was only allowed to provide the basic necessities an infant needs and was prohibited from interacting or showing affection to her. They don't want their weapon to become soft and emotionally attached to anyone, but the "caretaker's" main assignment was to get her to walk as soon as possible to begin training.

Her training was brutal and strict. She would receive severe punishments for failure or not meeting the scientists' expectations. One of said punishments was the removal of her vocal chords and purposely leaving behind a nasty scar has a reminder to do better. The training was beyond cruel but did have results.

She's mastered all 180 fighting styles and the art of stealth while also having enough strength to break bones, all while having the best reflexes to catch flying knives with her mouth and the agility to dodge flying bullets.

For the longest time, the scientists thought she had the power of teleportation, but that's not the case. In reality, she was just fast. Fast enough to stand in your eyesight one minute, then make a run for it when you blink the next, making it seem like teleportation for the one who blinked. Thank god for having the stamina to pull that off, and the scientist seemed to approve of that little party trick she could do.

She seems like the best weapon, but that wasn't enough for the scientist. They wanted the perfect weapon, so that's why they put metahuman traits in her DNA.

She's able to manipulate her own blood when it's in her body and when it's out of her body. She's also able to manipulate other's blood as well, but only if her blood is mixed in with the target's own blood. Be it the target's blood is in a puddle on the floor or physically infecting the blood that's still in their body herself via cuts, puncture wounds, shaping her blood to take the form of tiny needles at her fingertips to pierce whoever she touches.

Another way she can manipulate her blood is the changing of her own blood type, like changing it to AB+ to O-. So far, she's able to master the manipulation of all eight major blood types. She's also learned to copy someone's DNA via blood, be it the individual is dead or alive.

It was obvious she would lose a lot of blood when in a conflict. So, to prevent her from dying by blood loss, they made sure she produced more blood than the average human.

They truly did make the perfect weapon, but one thing they didn't expect was to be betrayed by that very weapon. Why the betrayal? She refuses to submit to those who don't have her respect and grown adult men who hide behind a small child while said child fights their battles? They're weak cowards, but sadly, she needs their training. So she'll play nice for now until they are of no use to her. their use ran out by the time she was 13. Her breach was a mess, and she was a mees. Her poor hair. 😢

Opening the doors of her "home," she's come to know her location. Gotham City, home to many criminals and the notorious Batman.

She had finally done it, she rid herself of those men and earned her freedom. Although she did it, she didn't think about what comes after that. She's come to realize that she could never function as anything other than a fighting machine because being a weapon has always been her purpose and if it wasn't for The Batman she would of been labeled a villain instead of vigilante.

The Batman is a strong individual with a high intellect and a skilled fighter with a moral code he never strays from. There was no way he wouldn't have earned her respect, and because he has her respect, she'll follow his example to strike fear into the hearts of criminals and bring them to justice by becoming a vigilante as well.

Origin End

Obsession Start

The first time Damian met his darling, he was still an Al Ghul, not a Wayne, and Bruce was unaware of his existence. He ran into her during one of his many missions in Gotham, so when spotting her Damian being Damian, tried to kill her on sight only to have his ass handed to him. So there he was, exhausted and restrained by what he could only assume is blood with multiple cuts, bruises, and broken bones all in and over his body, with a nasty black eye to match.

The girl raised her hand to what he assumed was to kill him, only for her to start tapping on the wall closest to them. But that was not any tapping it was morse code.

°This is not your city. it's Batman's. Know your place, and leave Al Ghul.°

With a roundhouse kicked to the head, Damian was out like a light. Upon awakening, Damain found himself up in the mountains far outside of Gotham City. How can he tell? Because even if he's lying down, he just needs to turn his head, and there is Gotham City. Sitting up, he winced, becoming aware of his many injuries.

He replayed the battle in his head, that girl was around if not the same age as him, yet she had shown skill that went beyond her years and that blood manipulation of hers was quite impressive. Remembering the way he was restrained on his knees forced to look up towards her, he felt unusual doing so, and that stare made an irresistible chill go down his spine.

With her eyes on him like that something within Damain shift and he became intrigued and dare he say infatuated. It also helps that she was quite the looker too.

It's been a week since Damian started to follow his newest and favorite target. Where she goes, he goes, be it on patrols or fighting criminals. Damian loves seeing her fight it has to be the most attractive thing he's ever seen. He tried pinpointing what part he found attractive. Was it her engaging in combat? When she uses her metahuman powers? Her breaking bones effortlessly? Whatever it is, she's one helluva girl. Yes, she's a strong girl who can protect herself and is not some damsel in distress, so why is Nightwing acting like her white knight?

Apparently, teamups with Nightwing and Batman are a normal occurrence for her, especially teaming up with Nightwing. Whenever Damian sees her teamuping with the Batman, it's strictly professional, but he can see the respect she holds for the man, and Damian wants her to respect him too. He'll need to investigate the Dark Knight and see what she respects about him. Who knows, maybe he'll be useful.

But Nightwing? He needs to stay away from what's his or else. When they team up, it's clear their relationship is more personal than professional, unlike her relationship with Batman. It's infuriating seeing them so close, doesn't that bird knows not to mess with another man's woman!? Who does he think he's messing with?! He is Damian Al Ghul, the heir to the League of Assassins and the son of a demon!

"Hey Luna, we're still on for tomorrow?"

°and miss out going to the spa? Wouldn't dream of it, Nightwing.°

.....They know each others civilian identities? Are they that close? No, this is the last straw he needs to do something about this, but what? Well, luck must be on his side because here he is standing in the Wayne manor with his father Bruce Wayne, or should he say Batman. Looks like the Dark Knight will be useful after all.

But it looks like Nightwing comes by to the manor every so often, or should he say Dick Grayson, his new brother. Dick has his own place, but he also sleeps at the manor sometimes. Damian would use those opportunities to get him out of the picture and away from his girl, but Bruce catches him every time.

So, as a way to keep an eye on him and teach him the value of human life, Bruce made Damian Robin. Damian wasn't happy, to say the least, but...

"Robin meet Red Luna she teams up with us every so often, and now she'll be teaming up with you."

°it's a pleasure to meet you, Robin. I hope you can keep up.°

Maybe being Robin can be useful.

"I'm more than capable of keeping up with a beauty like you."

Obsession End

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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51 and 41 with pierre plz 🤩🤩🤩🤩

S*x Tape

Summary : A drunken confession from Pierre plays on your mind for weeks. You could ignore it but then, embracing it and deciding to do it are much more fun. And Pierre, is absolutely game to make a special little recording. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 4, 267 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, HEAVY ACTION!!!!, PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (male & female receiving), spanking, choking kink, consensual recording, listen this is not for the faint of heart. 💞*Authors Note : As you can see from the word count, this is a lengthy imagine but I didn't want to rush it. However, that being said please be respectful that these works aren't quick to write and if you want something in more of a bullet point format please tell me in the request because they will hopefully be answered quicker.

As you looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror you tried to steady your heartbeat. You could see it pounding away in your chest and you watched your boobs rise and fall with a somewhat alarming pace. The underwire of the black lace bra was sort of digging into you but you had specifically chosen it to wear tonight because you knew your boyfriend liked it and as you adjusted it slightly you could practically feel his rough fingers replacing your own and the image of him removing it danced seductively across your mind. The same went for the garter belt that was around your waist and the matching black lace thong that was situated beneath that too. In fact, you could practically feel Pierre’s hands everywhere on you as you stood, hiding in the bathroom, waiting till you had control of your nerves before you made your exit.

The thing was, tonight wasn’t just about sex. It was about a lot more than that and you had spent the past month or so convincing yourself this was a good idea. Just over a month ago, Pierre had drunkenly confessed to you that he would sometimes watch a little porn during race weekends to help him relax and he claimed that he would always try find a girl with your features to help get him off. When he said it you weren’t shocked and in fact the thought of him alone in hotel room working his own cock to the thought of you was an undeniable turn on. But then the idea seemed to grown arms and legs in your mind and you weren’t sure if it was your own filthy brain that got to this point – or if Pierre had expertly planted the idea there himself – but now there you stood, in full lingerie ready to film something with him. Readying yourself to go out into the bedroom and make a sex tape with him for him to watch it instead of porn while he was off in some distant country and horny.

With a breathy “fuck it” leaving your mouth you went toward the door. He didn’t know this was what you had planned. He probably thought you were just getting ready for bed like always. Not knowing you had stashed the lingerie in the bathroom before the pair of you left for dinner. It was a well-planned little plot that Pierre thankfully hadn’t managed to unfurl. He didn’t wonder why you went in first when usually he always got ready for bed first – always claiming you took too long to take your make-up off, do your skincare, hair stuff and he could be in and out after simply brushing his teeth. He didn’t even question why you had closed the en suite door, usually leaving it open because you liked teasing him as you got changed and he could see your reflection in the mirror. He was unsuspecting so you were also a little nervous he wouldn’t actually be up for it either. But as you pulled back the door and said his name softly Pierre’s mouth parted and a shaky little breath escaped from him.

“Whoa…” He had seen you in lingerie before but not to this level, the garter belt, suspenders, impossibly high heels, the full works. Besides, anytime you had worn something like what you were in tonight for him, it never stayed on long enough for him to be able to get the visual stimulation from it. Your eyes stayed on him as his trailed up and down your body and clearly tonight, he was getting that all-important visual stimulation as he suddenly had to move his position in the bed. His hands went straight to his crotch and his hardening cock as you walked out of the bathroom and to the bottom of the bed.

“Do you remember when you told me about watching porn while you were away at a race?” You tried your best to sound as seductive as possible and as Pierre nodded like an innocent little school kid, you knew you were doing a good job. “Well, I thought we could make our own.” You thought about the research you had done – the few hours you had spent on a well-known pornsite trying to work out what the girls did that Pierre would want to see you do too – and so trailed your hands slowly over your lace clad boobs and down your stomach as you waited his response. He didn’t give one verbally but you saw him swallow as his eyes watched your hand and its deliberately tantalising movements. “What do you think, Pierre?” You wanted the audible agreement purely because you wanted him to spur you on. Without hesitation, he let out a groan and smirked before he said; “Fuck, yeah” with all the confidence in the world.

Pierre grabbed his phone from the nightstand and muttered he hoped he had enough charge while he pulled the covers off himself to unveil the bulge your antics had created in his boxers. You had to bite your lip from just imagining being on your knees and looking up to see him recording you going down on him. His hand stretched out for you and you pressed your body against him. Your hands trailed over his chest. You loved the feeling of his chest hair against your fingertips, it never failed to make you remember what a real man Pierre was and in no way like any of the little boys you had been with before. Toying with the cross that he wore religiously – the one that you always thought was a little blasphemous as it tapped away against your boobs or your back as Pierre railed you – you heard him practically purr like an animal as his fingertips trailed down your back, across the garter belt and before pausing and placing a light swift spank to your round, peachy ass.

“Do you know how hot this is?” He asked. His voice laced with familiar lust. “Feel how fucking hard I am…” He gently took your hand away from his chest and slipped it down between your bodies. Directly placing it on top of his still clothed throbbing cock. He didn’t let your hand go and in fact he used his own to guide yours. You felt the excitement it gave you between your thighs, your pussy getting slick with arousal. You watched him while he bit his lip. Utterly revelling in the pleasurable friction you were able to give him.

Acting purely on instinct, without any prompting from him, you slowly sunk to your knees. Your hands trailed up and down his thighs as you kept your gaze on him while he smoothly started recording you. When this idea crept into your head earlier this week – after you had finally decided to do it – you were worried you didn’t have enough confidence to pull it off and perhaps it would be a let down for Pierre when he came to watch anything you had recorded back. But now, as you freed him of his underwear, you realised you had nothing to worry about. You weren’t sure you had ever seen Pierre’s cock so hard and as you ran your hands up and down it instinct kicked in and you stared up at him as you stuck your tongue out and ran a bold, self assured stripe up the underside of him.

Moans started pouring from Pierre’s open mouth along with French and English swearwords. Your lips enclosed around him and you hollowed out your cheeks while taking him in your mouth. Every now and then you felt him starting you hit the back of your throat and glanced up to make sure he was still recording. You knew how much he loved being down your throat, how he liked to watch you as you tried to take his thick, girthy cock while trying not to gag. He liked how your eyes watered and the drool that dribbled down your chin as he pulled back out again. But tonight, as you did exactly that, it felt even more empowering than before as he practically whimpered for you. Pierre always lavished praise on you but none more so than the way he did after you would deep throat him and now you felt a buzz of excitement pass through you as you realised you would be able to hear him calling you a good girl whenever you pleased by simply watching the recording. But as good as it felt to have him slowly coming undone in your mouth, there was a hell of lot more you wanted to make sure he was ready for so you stopped. Pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop and twirling your tongue around his pulsating tip to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

Pierre’s heavy panting filled the room as he pulled you up to your feet single handedly. Your heels were still on and you had to brace against his chest so you didn’t stumble when he pulled you against him so he could kiss you. His mouth roughly taking what he wanted from you, no hint at hesitation from the fact you had just been going down on him. His tongue glided against yours and then he ordered you to lay down on the bed and handed you his phone. You recorded him and you realised that he was doing this for your satisfaction too and not just his own. It was as if he was a mind reader because it was exactly what you had been thinking about as you blew him. Pierre gently lifted your leg up on to his shoulder and kissed your stocking covered leg. A sigh poured from you as his fingers expertly undone the clips holding the stockings in place and you made sure to record his fingers doing so. You squealed his name when he pulled you further down the bed so that your legs went over his shoulders when he finally lowered himself down, exactly where you wanted him. Kisses were placed to your thighs and your stomach. You continued to point the phone at him as he smirked while pulling aside the silly slip of fabric that was supposed to be called a thong. “So fucking wet for me…” He hummed as he ran his finger up and down your dampening folds. He knew exactly how to play you, what you liked and what would have you screaming his name. And as he started rubbing small little circles against your all too ready and waiting clit you had to remind yourself to keep his phone up and not to abandon it on the bed beside you.

Pierre groaned as finally he started teasing your clit with short, feathery licks and you ground your hips down for more friction. You were desperate for his tongue to press down firmer against your practically aching clit and for the purposes of the recording you let out a breathy plea for more. He smirked as he looked up at you, ignoring the phone in your hand completely and kept those perfect blue eyes locked on yours as he gave you what you wanted. His tongue pressed down harder against your clit as he motioned it side to side, a little wriggle reminiscent of what his fingers had been like before. You gulped as he then took the phone from you and you didn’t know what he was going to do but you knew he wanted a close-up of your wet folds splayed open for him.

“The most beautiful pussy in all of France.” He hummed and ran his thumb over your desperate bundle of nerves while he made an enjoyable purring noise as he slipped his fingers back inside of you and instantly found your g-spot. Eliciting both a moan from your parted mouth and a buck of your hips, much to his satisfaction. He knew it would take him mere seconds to have you cumming all over his fingers if he kept going so when he pulled them back out you were thankful that he was thinking about your orgasm so diligently. However, Pierre wasn’t satisfied with the up-close intimate filming of your glistening folds while his fingers disappeared inside of you, he wanted more and so he got up off his knees, ordered you to sit up and then pointed the phone in your direction as he filmed his fingers disappearing inside your mouth. His fingers were covered in your own clear juices and you played up to the camera – just like the girls in the videos you watched for research did – as you liked them clean. Pierre’s dick twitched watching you and you knew if he hadn’t been recording he would have been using his hand to satisfy himself so instead you let Pierre’s fingers explore your mouth as your hand grabbed hold of him and you began working up and down his impressive length. “So you’re going to be a bad girl for me?” Pierre bit his lip instantly before ordering you to turn around and get on your knees.

The first thwack to your butt had you lunging forward slightly – as it usually did – and then you tried to hold your ground for the second, third, fourth and so on. Pierre loved playfully spanking you whenever your ass was up in the air for him. He liked watching as your skin reacted to each strike of his open palm. But what mattered most to you was that he always stayed playful with it (even if you had been a bad girl) just making your flesh pink enough that the colouring stayed there when he finally decided to give you what you wanted most. You knew he would get off on this part of the video alone so you made sure to be extra loud whenever his hand connected to your flesh. “Do you like that?” He rasped. “Yes...Sir.” It left you on a shaky breath and you could hear how it affected your boyfriend as he let out an unsteady groan before you felt him run the tip of his cock up and down your dripping wet folds. You wanted him, you were desperate for it, and you made it known by pushing your butt out so he could at least slip the tip in. And Pierre took the hint. He did in fact slip the tip in and a little extra and it thrilled you to know you would finally be able to see the angle that Pierre loved so much when you would watch the video back later. In the moment he finally gave you all of his thick cock it dawned on you that you had no reason to have been so apprehensive. You trusted Pierre implicitly and you knew he would guard this clip with his life – just like he had with all the other things you had sent him over the time of you relationship – but also because you knew how well you could satisfy him. That had perhaps been your biggest worry and why you stalled so much in filming the pair of you having sex. You worried you wouldn’t look good on camera and that you wouldn’t be as confident as you usually were but in truth, it was exactly like riding a bike (sort to say). And you knew how to ride a bike, very, very well. You moaned as finally he bottomed out and you had to stop your arms from buckling under the intensity of the stretch. Nothing felt better than that. Nothing felt better than Pierre inside of you. Your eyes squeeze tightly shut and teeth firmly press into your bottom lip as he began moving you with an already fast paced rhythm. You couldn’t hold back the moans that began to slip out of you, the ones that mixed in with the begging, panting and broken gasps. Pierre perfectly matched them with his own and in fact adding to it with French swearwords. You knew he loved this position above all others and so it came as no surprise that he used his free hand to grab a fist full of your hair and arch your back so he could start to hit that spot inside of you that he knew would make you cum for him.

“Pierre….” You loudly moaned for him and tried to desperately stay focused as he repeatedly hit it, over and over again. In no time at all you found yourself begging for him to make you cum. The words came with every gasp you made and he ordered you to say them louder so he could make sure he got them on camera. The sparking feeling began to take over as you repeated them. You could feel the effects of Pierre’s cock stimulating your g-spot take effect and your legs began to shudder slightly as the throb got more and more intense until his grip around your hair was all that was keeping you in the position. Your orgasm ruptured through you and you gave him the satisfaction of announcing it. Panting them out of you as wave upon wave hit between your thighs. The strong pulsating beat of your climax only intensified, as Pierre never stopped railing you the whole time.

As Pierre finally slipped his cock out of you after you came, he placed the phone down momentarily to flip you over on to your back. He had such strength that when he flung your legs around you couldn’t help but let out an excited little squeal that brought a delighted grin to his mouth. You were just about to ask him if you were doing ok when he suddenly leaned down and kissed you. His mouth was so strong and firm and it was as though he was telling you exactly what you needed to know from it. When his tongue glided across yours and you could still taste yourself on it, it instantly made you all excited again and your pussy missed the feeling of him inside of it so ached for him. When Pierre finally pulled back and placed his hand tenderly on your cheek you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes, laced with the thought you were already ready to beg more. Your hands trailed up his chest and settled on his big, thick, strong neck.

“Fuck me again…. please!” And you knew he wouldn’t need to hear you implore him twice. He was still rock hard and pressed against your thigh after all. Pierre glanced toward the still recording phone and you nodded in agreement to keep going. So as he raised it, you hinted you wanted him to stay exactly where he was by locking your knees against his sides. “Ok baby, ok…” He lulled, taking the hint and licking his lips. He tilted the phone up and down as he filmed his hand while he trailed it lazily up the flesh of your stomach and toward your still lace covered boobs – the removal of it getting completely forgotten about in round one. “I love this, did you buy it just for me?” He asked and acting on instinct and what you knew he liked you tilted your head so your eyes looked bigger while you bit your bottom lip seductively. “All for you, Pierre.” You agreed and he slowly pulled the strap down over your shoulder as a hint he wanted it off. So you propped yourself up on your elbows and did exactly that, removed the expensive bra for him as he continued drinking you in as if you were a glass of wine to an alcoholic. But it was you that was drunk, completely and utterly cock drunk and ready for more so you wasted no time in letting him know that. You reached between your bodies and began stroking him. Pierre’s guttural grunt was enough to keep your hand exactly where it was as he filmed it before his large, rough hand grabbed at your breast. As a way of punishing you for your drawn out movements on his cock he grinned as he rolled your nipple between his fingers in a pinching motion and you let out a slight yelp while the sharp yet delicious pain hit you. He had already hinted with the spanking that he wanted to sprinkle a little roughness into the video – just like he liked to do normally - so you immediately ramped things up and pulled his hand away and up, so it now went around your throat. French swear words poured from him as he applied pressure and watched your mouth fall open. He wasn’t even fucking you yet and your pussy throbbed from the action.

With a buck of your hips Pierre took the hint and let go of your throat to grip hold of your leg as he pushed it aside, opening you completely up to him. You watched him as he made sure to film as he wet the tip of his cock with the product of your earlier orgasm and once again teased you by dipping his cock in and out, giving you a few more of his inches every time. Until finally, he had enough of teasing and gave you what you wanted. This time, there was no warming up to it. Pierre was in search of his own release and regardless of if he was filming or not, he wanted to cum. His fast, relentless rhythm was set almost instantly and your hands grabbed hold of the sheets as you gasped at ever thrust. And as you arched your back Pierre made sure to put his hand back around your throat again, it must have looked too bare without his hand clamped around it. He liked breathed play – both giving and receiving – and you learned that very early on when you began sleeping with him. But it was lucky for him that you liked it too so gripped hold of his wrist to encourage him as you felt yourself rushing toward another orgasm. And you almost missed it from hearing nothing but the whooshing of your own raised heartbeat in your ears, but Pierre moaned your name and you knew the feeling of your pussy starting to contract around him would have him teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You opened your eyes and through heavy eyelids you saw him continuing to film as his movement got increasingly jerkier and you knew he was getting close to cumming. You managed to whimper out his name as his hand around your throat kept you quiet and you knew the building of your own orgasm was getting too much for him and the pleasure was written all over his face. And then as you reached down to help get yourself there (something he would usually do but had his hands full) you began climaxing around his pulsating cock. Your second release feeling even more intense than the first. With a cry of his name you dissolved into utter pleasure. Your muscles contracted as tremors rippled through you, a motion Pierre clearly felt through his cock as your walls fluttered around him. You felt like you had been struck by lightening. Shockwave after shockwave gripped hold of your body. Your name tumbled from his mouth again as with a final few strong, powerful thrusts he came with a loud moan. His milky seed flowed from his twitching cock as he stalled inside of you, filling you up. You managed to open your eyes to watch as he let the feeling of satisfaction take over him and his head tilted backwards with the release. Your eyes trailed up and down his Adonis like figure and drank in the sight of his abdomen tensing at the incredible feeling you were able to provide him. Pierre groaned and snapped his head back to meet your gaze and a broad smile danced across his mouth. You matched it with your own and he only broke the trance when he looked down to pull his spent cock out of you, covered in both of your releases.

You had forgotten all about the recording and the fact he was still going with it until you saw his phone in his hand as he raised it to capture your spent self lying on the bed before him. Pierre smiled again before trailing it up towards your utterly satisfied face. “Smile for me.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but let out an exasperated giggle before hiding your face in pretend embarrassment. It had been one of the most incredible things you had ever done and you couldn’t help but feel rather proud that you had gone through with it. But in truth, you really didn’t have anything at all to worried about at all. After all, if you had, you wouldn’t have been able to orgasm twice for him. As Pierre finally pressed end to the video and put his phone down, he collapsed in between your legs and place a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips before another against your temple. “I fucking love you.” His voice was so earnest and heartfelt that you couldn’t help but feel content. “I fucking love you too.” You replied and captured his lips in another kiss.

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motherloads · 5 months

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My Love Mine all Mine

I kept rewriting this idea. Is it good? Probs not. But, did I need something to fuel me? Yes. Ahm, it was supposed to be happy but. Ig I'm in a sad mood.

This fic was SO close to being named "Glimpse of Us." But there is no other man or woman that they're with so it didn't match.

Probs OOC Simon.

Summary: Simon always dreams of you. He isn't sure why. But, you're always so sweet. But, you aren't real. He's never seen you before. He doesn't know your name. He knew you were caring. Dream him, he felt the love he held for you. From a mission gone wrong, he finds himself in your home. He convinced himself you weren't real. But how could he lie to himself when he can feel your skin under his hands? He has you now.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley/Reader

Other Tags: Scarlet Witch! Reader, Marvel/COD Crossover

Never proof read.

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My baby, here on earth. Showed me what my heart was worth. So, when it comes to be my turn. Could you shine it down here for her?

“You’re a good boy, Simon.” The voice whispers to him, their fingers running over his mask quietly. “Such a good boy.” They leave a soft kiss, where his mouth should be. He doesn’t reciprocate, but he almost feels the need to. He hears them softly giggle, but he doesn’t quite open his eyes. He didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to see who it was.

Who were they? Why were they treating him like this? Why wasn’t he stopping them?

The thoughts that ran in his mind increased as time went on, as they began running their soft and delicate fingers on his neck, to his shoulders, on his arms. Until their hands found his own. They held him, bringing his hands to their mouth. They leave small kisses. He felt the residue of gloss stay.

“I’ll see you soon, Simon. Calm down.” They whisper, pulling away. He chases after their warmth, running his hands on the side of their hips, squeezing tightly. They felt so real.

This time, he opens his eyes to try and see who they were. He only sees the outline of a woman. He couldn’t see her clearly, but he could see the light wisps of red surrounding her. He said nothing as his eyes closed again.

This was just a dream. He would wake up soon enough.

The little he slept should not have bothered him. Usually, it doesn’t. He could easily avoid sleeping or eating without facing the repercussions. One of the many he was trained to learn and endure. But somehow, this did bother him. It felt as if he hadn’t slept at all. He felt, the rare occasions when the women visited, she drained almost everything he stored for the missions. She bothered him. He has never met her before. So why was she constantly bothering him?

His constant questions were cut off when Soap nudged him with his shoulder. He hears him, “You okay, L.T.?” He grunts in response, moving forward.

They were on a mission, he shouldn't be distracted. But he is. He shouldn’t be thinking about the woman who does not exist. She is merely a figment of his imagination. Unreal. He knew he would never experience this. He couldn’t experience this. He would not allow himself to. He couldn’t be distracted.

Somehow he is. His thoughts, a hindrance to his capabilities and warrior in the battlefield. He hears Soaps shouts, Laswell in his ear. He hears Gaz, alongside Price. He could hear them, but he couldn’t see them. How could things go so wrong? He coughs, surrounded by smoke. He gets separated. At some point, he feels two bullets knick him. With the surrounding sounds, Soap's voice getting more scattered, he feels his breathing become more shallow.

He’s inside a building, surveying one of the bullets. There was no exit wound, as he slightly hissed in annoyance from the pain blossoming. He’s focused on the blood pouring out, having no necessary tools to remove the bullet. He lifts up his head, looking around for anything to assist him. He freezes, seeing small eyes peer at him in curiosity. Her eyes lingered, twiddling her thumbs as she continued to watch Simon.

He didn’t know there were still civilians in this area.

“You’re not like Tony Stark, are you?” She carefully questions, hesitantly stepping closer to the man. He shuffles back in response, refusing to respond to the kid. Her questions did raise his own.

She doesn’t take his silence as an answer, “She doesn’t like men like you.” She continues, rubbing her hands on her dirty pants. Her red shirt, riddled with dirt, had blotches of dried blood.

“Where are your parents, kid?” He rasps, “Go back to them before you get hurt.”

“I’m already hurt.” She frowns, shaking her head at the man, “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what.” He growls, leaning his head back. He shuts his eyes, trying to rid his headache.

“She’ll hurt you,” was all the girl said. When Simon opened his eyes again, she was gone.

It’s silent again. Too silent. The blood loss increased, the smoke from before affecting him more than it should have.

Maybe that is what she wanted.

His strength is wavering. If he loses consciousness, he fears he may see her again. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

He accepts it, though. Waiting to feel the hint of eerie calmness before the storm hits.

You watch him sleep, silently patching his wounds up. The bullets were gone, by your courtesy. You hum a familiar tone quietly, one of the corny shows you loved watching when you were younger. You glance at the man with the mask, tilting your head as you reach out to run your fingers down the outline of the skull. He doesn’t move. You pull away to glance at the array of guns on your kitchen table. Then, you look at the woman, sitting deep in thought, running her own hands through the book she was reading.

The Scarlet Witch looks up, feeling the eyes on her. She doesn’t say anything, looking back down at the book in front of her. She acted as if the book held all the secrets known to man. But you knew.

It was simply a new recipe book.

You turn back to the man, although unsure of his name and why you found him ways away from the battle currently going on. You didn’t bother to read his mind. Maybe you should have, to make sure he would not hurt you. (As if he was capable of doing so with your abilities.) But, if he was with the men who had started this battle, then you would kill him with a flick of your hand.

The Scarlet Witch herself, with the whispers in your ear, convinced you to bring the man into your home. You were one and the same, but sometimes you felt the Scarlet Witch left important information out.

Your thoughts get cut off, when the man suddenly coughs, breathing heavily from the residue of smoke you found in his lungs. You grab the water bottle, pushing it up to the man who pushed your hand away. You feel his glaring through his mask, as he pushes himself off the couch and away from you.

“Careful there,” You warn, "Don’t want to pull your stitches.” You open the water, hearing the click. To show it wasn’t tampered with, you take a sip. Then, you extended it back to him. He still refuses to take it, despite how constant he needed to clear his throat. You put it down on the table. It was weird, doing the exact same thing your captors used to do to you.

The Scarlet Witch was long gone. Leaving the book unopened and on the page she left off on.

You see the man glance at the guns on the kitchen table. Then, he looks back at you. Quickly, he goes to snatch the closest one to him. He points it at you, gesturing for you to put your hands up. He only held the gun in one hand, holding his side with the other. “What did you do to me?”

You say nothing. Simon grows irritated, his voice raising, “I said. What did you do to me!” He grips the gun tighter, “If you don’t answer in five seconds, I’m putting a bullet through your head.” “I didn’t do anything,” You calmly respond, “Calm down.” He freezes at your words, grasping at the familiar words he has heard before.

“It’s you,” He breathes, “You’re the woman.” You furrow your brows in confusion, tilting your head at his realization. You didn’t recognize the man.

“I’m sorry? I’m unsure of what you’re entailing.” You murmur to the man. “Sit down. Put the gun down and explain it to me?” You smile softly, letting yourself slightly manipulate his decision. Hesitantly, Simon sits. He puts the gun down.

He isn’t sure why he followed your words.

“You-” He cuts himself off, wincing from the wound you had just finished dressing before he woke up, “You took out the bullets?” You confirm with a hum. He sees your fingers twitch. Sees you run your hands together, as if nervous.

“You were bleeding to death.” Is all you said. “I found you that way.” You glance at the flag on his chest, pursing your lips, you look back up to him, “You were the ones sent to infiltrate? I’ve seen the ones before you. Many deaths.”

Simon doesn’t respond, instead, he leans with his own questions, “Who are you?”

You introduce yourself, from there Simon doesn’t say anything else. You wait for him to say his name, but he says nothing.

“What is your name?” You question.

“You should already know,” He shot back, “You always say it.” You shake your head in response, smiling sadly at the man you still did not recognize. The only man of significance in your head, has been dead for quite some time.

Maybe not in this Universe. But in another, you had lost your other half long ago.

“I don’t.”

“You’re the woman. In my dreams. You’re always…There. I have never seen your face until now. But I know your voice,” He growls, his fingers twitching to hold something. Anything. He holds his knees tightly in response.

You shake your head, “I’m sorry. I don’t know you.” You insisted, Standing up, you brush a strand of your hair away. Your hairstyle had gone haywire from how unkept you left it. You see no humans, you had no reason to do anything anymore.

Maybe you should have cut it like Natasha.

Shaking your head, you push the water to the man still sitting down. “Heal. You will need it once you leave.” You pause, looking at the guns still on display on your kitchen table. “None have bullets, by the way.” Smiling, you leave the clueless man to his own devices.

You learn that the man has taken on the name Ghost. Nothing else, just Ghost. You constantly felt his presence in your home, but he never pushed for more conversation. You could tell that he was trying to find his bullets. Anything. But, you continued with your daily chores. From maintaining your garden, feeding the animals. Hell, even nursing the mother and her kittens who found comfort in your home. You worked on anything.

You run your hands through the clothing you were washing. The soap increased as you continued to lather through the grime from constantly being in the garden. You feel a presence near you, watching you. You glance at Ghost, his familiar mask peering down at you. He still wore the same clothes.

“I have clothes that can fit you, if you’d like to take a shower. No offense, but you’re starting to reek.” You smile at him, continuing on rubbing the dirt off of your clothing.

He doesn’t respond, but you do see his head tilt in question. “You know where my room is. It’s the bottom drawer.” He disappears soon after, taking you up on the offer.

It’s quiet, only the chirps of the birds and your animals. You move on to letting your clothing air dry. Wiping the sweat off of your forehead, you nod to yourself at the job. At that moment, Ghost returns. You look at the outfit, seeing a familiar long sleeve and sweats.

“Husbands?” He asks gruffly, the shirt being tight on his figure. The sweatpants, surprisingly fit him. The ones you made to appear out of thin air.

“No,” You begin dumping the water out, “He’s long gone.”

Ghost felt inclined to help you. He knew he had overextended his stay, but he couldn't help it. He needed to know more about you. Who you were. What you did for a living. Why you never left him alone. He needed to know before he left. He convinced himself, that he would be the one leaving willingly.

Even with the little he slept, he still had the dreams of you. It was just you. Sometimes, you said little things that made his heart hurt.

"You are my sadness and you are my hope. But mostly, you're my love." You murmured to him, running your hands through his hair. His face was uncovered, as you smiled down at him from your place on his lap. You kiss his forehead, eyes glimmering in pure love at him. Your love, for him.

"You could never hurt me," You're below him this time, your hand reaching out to lay on his cheek. The same exact look on your face. The same one as always that he continued to love with all his heart. He sees his hands stay on your hips, pulling you closer as your laughs filled the room.

He never says anything in these dreams, always afraid to ruin the moment. But, even if he tried to, he felt he was never in control of the dreams he lived through.

One, stuck to him deeply. Once again, you were touching him. He felt like crying--No. He was crying. It wasn't a breakup or anything. It wasn't anything sad. No. "They're twins, Simon." You whispered, a smile on your face as you brought his rough hands onto your stomach. "Boys." He holds you closer in this dream, shaking as you soothed him. His head lay in the crook of your neck, soaking your turtleneck with his tears. He felt what dream Simon felt.

He was ready for the twins.

Throughout this time, he continued to follow you, sometimes helping you hold your items when asked. He collected the eggs quietly, like you asked him to. Even when one of cows was prepared to have their own, he helped.

“The dreams people have are the glimpses of the other lives they could have lived. The appearances of the other Universes,” You spoke calmly, seasoning the meat you were preparing to cook for dinner, “I’ve had dreams where I was a zombie. Another where I died in a burst of red.”

You pause, moving the meat to the stove. You watched it sizzle. “I’ve heard the voices of my sons calling out for me.” You calmly say, smiling sadly, thinking of the voices of the two boys who asked you for help. Who begged for their mom.

"Sons?" He asks.

"Twins," You confirm. "I was a twin once." He keeps that information to himself, seeing your smile that twitched.

“What are you trying to say?” Ghost questions, taking over on cooking the meat. You stand behind him.

“The dreams that you’ve had of me. They’re real.” Is what you say, moving on to the salad you were going to prepare, “I reckon that’s one of the little that I have seen where I am happy. Where I haven’t experienced or done all that I have done.” You hum, “You must think I’m crazy.”

“I’ve known the minute you brought me into your home.” Ghost responds, his back turned to you. “I’m inclined to believe you.” “Why?” You question him.

“The books you’ve tried to hide for one thing. You like Witchcraft?”

You giggle at his words at first. Then, it turns into a full blown laugh as you double over. He ignores you, focusing on the meat in front of him.

“Nothing is lost in your eyes, are they?” You stifle your laughter, running your hand down your mouth. You held the collar of your shirt, pressing lightly over your beating heart.

“The ruins around your home cannot be ignored.” He gruffly responds, shaking his head with a sigh, “Your home is in a vast clearing, but I have seen nobody pass through. The only animals evident are the ones you own.”

“You’re quite certain that I’m a Witch. What if I simply enjoy the crafts? I’m just superstitious,” You giggle, pushing the salad aside as you move to sit on the counter to watch him cook the meat.

He wouldn’t try to hurt you, he would know better. He stays silent, unsure how to respond to your question or how to confirm what he knows. You take the silence as an answer. Instead of continuing the conversation, you reach out to the side of his balaclava. One of his hands shoots out, effectively stopping you from touching it. You only smile back, not moving your hand away from his grip. He carefully lets go, as your hands run on the little seams you can see. You continue onto the outline of the skull. Running down to his shoulder, the soft cotton of the clothing he was borrowing moved under your motions.

You felt real.

You ran your hand down to his arms, swirling it in a specific motion that caused shivers down his spine. From the hand not focusing on the meat, you let your fingers intertwine.

"It's unfair to dream of the world we deserve. The life we deserve. It's unfair others live the life that we have yearned for our whole lives." You stare down at your conjoined hands. You rub your thumb atop his covered hand.

“Such a good boy.” You murmur, bringing his hand to your lap. He doesn’t say anything. His free hand gripping onto the meat he had now deemed ready to remove. When he turns off the stove, he provides his full attention to you. He turns his body to you, but he still doesn’t say anything.

You bring your other hand to his covered cheek, he slightly leans into your touch. He was almost there, but not quite close. You smooth the creases using your thumb. Simon closes his eyes.

“Simon,” He grunts quietly, “Simon Riley.”

It’s as if he can sense your smiling. Your hands do not stop from how you continued to touch him.

“You’re a good boy, Simon,” You murmur, his breath hitches from your comment.

He’s fully leaning into your hand, bringing his head down onto your forehead. You hum a tune unfamiliar to him, but familiar to you. When you released your hand from his own, he didn’t expect you to hold both sides of his covered face.

He feels the ghost of your lips in between his eyes. Then, he feels it near the corner of his left eye. You move on to the right. Then to his nose.

He stills when your lips ghost his own.

“I wish we can stay together, Simon,” You whisper, moving away from his lips. He could still feel your breath, though. “Love is not possible for me. It never will be.”

“Why?” He places both of his hands over yours, squeezing, “Why?” He repeats.

“I”m undeserving of this. What I have done, the lives lost because of me. I have lost everything before. I bring Chaos wherever I go. Why do you think I live isolated? I’m not risking your life,” You leave one last peck on his clothed mouth.

“This was a mistake.”

He opens his eyes, immediately noticing the unshed tears. You smile at him sadly, “You are a dream.” “I just feel you.”

Simon remembers nothing else but your warmth. The last thing he sees is the red surrounding his head. The red wisps resonating from your palms.

"You'll grieve. It will be bad," You whisper in his ear. Everything is dark. It's so dark. Why can't he see anything? Where are you?" "But what is grief, if not love persevering?"

When he awakens, he is surrounded by medical equipment. Immediately, he stands up, looking around frantically. From his movement, he startles Soap awake. Despite being groggy, Soap immediately goes to his side, pushing him back down.

“Ay, get back down L.T., You’re not well,” The Scottish man reprimands, struggling to get Simon to calm down, “We found ya surrounded by dead bodies. Jeez, ya put up a fight.”

“Where is she,” Simon rasps, his voice felt like he hadn’t spoken in ages, “Where is she, Johnny?”

“Who?” Soap questions, “There was no lass around.”

“I was-” Simon continues to struggle, “She’s real. I know she’s real.”

As if he could hear Soap’s struggle, Price enters the room, immediately going to help Soap. When they have Simon restrained, he is still breathing heavily.

“Where is she?” Simon continues to ask, his eyes searching everywhere for a glimpse of her. Just her. Where is she?

He needed her. He needed to see her. She was real. He knows she was real. He felt her. He knows her.

“I need her,” His eyes, so far away, look out the window as a wisp of red leaves him from the corner of his eyes.

She’s real.

He just felt you.

#crossover #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #call of duty #x reader #ghost x f!reader #simon ghost riley

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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A Sweet Smile

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Prompt: 1.smiling at each other from across the room

Hii!!! Can I request prompts 1 for Leon for "cute interactions"? Because Leon has such a beautiful smile and it makes me ehdhejdhxjsjsb

It can be where the reader always smiles at Leon during training and he's kind of confused but smiles back. Or whatever you want. Up to you!

Love your writing too❤️

Warning: No spoilers for RE 2 Remake. Fluff.

I absolutely love this request! Leon has such cute smiles! I decided to go for RE 2 Leon for this. Sorry if this is short.

Please enjoy.

The muffled sound of gunshots bounced about a little, bullets shooting through the targets one after another. Each one roughly around the centre, even if they were a little off by centimetres. It wasn't bad, his aim was improving.

Leon took a breath as he lowered the gun, the light dash of adrenaline lingering in his veins, leaving him feeling a little fuzzy. Though he didn't really want to have to use a gun, he understood the reasoning behind it. Either way, he was just happy to finally be here. To be part of the Police Department he had always dreamed of as a child. Even if his most recent break-up wasn't pretty. Still, he pushed that to the bsck of his mind to forget and focused on the next targets.

The targets went down again after he emptied his magazine into them, and a low whistle could be heard. A young woman stood by, leaning against the wall.

"Nice shooting there, rookie." Her voice held a sense of approval, her lips lifted into a smile that sent a flutter of butterflies in Leon's stomach. He blinked before returning a lightly nervous smile, not quite sure how to respond with this feeling.

"Thanks. Um, I'm Leon Kennedy." He introduced himself, putting the gun's safety back on then set it down on the table in front of him, carefully removing the safety gear on his face.

"[Name] [Surname], a pleasure to meet you." He had heard that name a few times around the department. Talented with a gun and able to hold her own. She walked over to him, her eyes drifting from his face down to the gun beside him, "You're not bad with that. Better than I was expecting." Little threads seeped into him at her words, making him feel light and warm.

"Thanks. I thought I'd just get some more practice in before I head out on patrol later." She hummed in agreement. There was no such thing as too much practice with a gun, especially when it came to some of the criminals they had to face. People who wouldn't hesitate to take a life. Leon had to be prepared for an encounter.

She had seen a too many good people get hurt because they hesitated or missed.

Picking up the gun again, she handed it to him. "Hold it." Confused, Leon did as told, holding the gun how he usually did. [Name] moved behind him, her hands sliding down his arms to aim it back at the targets. Her lips close to his ear,

"When aiming, don't always aim for the centre. Remember, they'll be moving and you'll have the wind." Her hands slowly guided his lower, "And relax your shoulders. You'll hurt yourself otherwise."

Listening to her guidance, Leon eased some tension in his shoulders and took a slow breath. Her body heat was comforting and soothing, more so than the cold metal of the gun in his hand.

"There you go." [Name]'s praise sparked more in him before she pulled away and lightly patted his back. Turning on her heel, she began to head out of the shooting range and stopped at the doorway, "Also, Leon. You look cute when you smile."

Heat began to fill his cheeks, his lips lifting up into a small, warmer smile.

#leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil x reader

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xblackkurox · 2 years

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THE BIMBO

Warnings: Plus size fem sub!reader x Dom!Eddie Munson, dirty talk, p in v, praise kink, a bit of degradation, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), mentioning of body image issues, orgasm denial, edging, a bit of choking.

I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed something!! And OFC: MINORS DON'T INTERACT THIS IS PURE SMUT. 🔞

This may be full of grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language so pls understand hehe.

Enjoy babes ✨

Eddie never really noticed the hot popular girls at Hawkings High School, he didn't dislike them though, they just didn't catch his attention. Not until you arrived. The first time he saw you was on the hallway, when you bumped into him and you smiled with a cute little shy smile while apologizing. His words got stuck in his throat, not being able to mumble a simple "it's okay" or "don't worry", you were simply stunning. So you just walked away following Chrissy's pace.

For the next couple of months he watched you become friends with the cheerleader team and hang out in the populars' table. You didn't fit in there, he usually thought. Not just because of your appearance, all the other girls were skinny and the boys were fit, which usually made them fatphobic, meanwhile you were not like that... Round tummy, full thighs and big soft attributes, god he couldn't look at your beautiful body for too long without feeling a little bit dizzy.

But the main reason you didn't fit in there was because of how kind you were, sharing sweet words and smiles to everybody, just like the one you gave to him the first day. Laughing out loud in the cafeteria, half walking half jumping in your always pinky clothes. He'd heard comments about your outfits, how dared you to wear such tight and short clothes with your body, but you wore them proudly and he was thankful and blessed for it.

You were totally a bimbo and he was such a sucker for it. He spent those months cursing that he missed the chance to talk to you, specially when you started to date one of the basketball boys. Every day he wished that it was him kissing your pretty smile and doing more than that at nights. He had lost the count of how many times he felt asleep after jerking off thinking about you.

So when you showed up to one of his band sessions on the bar wearing a pink plaid skirt, almost short enough to see your underwear, and a nearly see-through silk crop top, he told himself that he couldn't miss the opportunity to talk to you. Even if you were accompanied by your stupid boyfriend, he just wanted to get one of your smiles.

Eddie still doesn't know how he didn't mess up his performance, because his attention was fully on you, and it seemed like yours was also on him, making eye contact from time to time and blushing when he gave you a quick wink.

When the concert was over he rushed to leave his guitar somewhere safe, but when he finally headed back to the bar you were nowhere to be found. He did some smalltalk with his band mates and his D&D club friends before going to the rear exit to smoke a cig and curse his existence again for losing another chance to speak to you.

He was lighting his cigarette when he heard heated voices coming from behind the trash cubes. Next thing, your boyfriend passed by giving him a dirty look. When he was out of sight Eddie walked in the other direction founding you sitting on the floor, knees up to your chest and hiding your face with your hands. He bit the bullet and approached you slowly, standing right in front of you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You looked up to him, tears falling from your puffy eyes and red nose, sniffing. And there it was, a forced but still beautiful smile.

"Oh hi, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it"

He squatted down to match your height and captured one of your tears rolling down your cheek with his thumb. He didn't remove his hand from your face.

"Why are you crying then?" Your eyes went down, your trembling chin saying that you were about to cry again. "Did that jerk do anything to you?"

Rage invaded Eddie's body, he just needed your confirmation to chase that asshole and beat the shit out of him.

"No, no... He just dumped me"

"Dumped you?!" The shock became evident in his voice, he cleared his throat and the next words sounded softer this time. "Why would anyone do that?"

"Cause apparently it was nice to have a girlfriend with big boobies at first, but now he wanted me to do a diet" You quoted him while rolling your eyes. "I refused and he said he couldn't be seen with a fatty anymore and left" Eddie's knuckles became white from the force of his grip in his own thigh.

You had to be kidding, there was no way in hell that someone with the privilege of having your perfect body all for themselves would want to change it. You were worthy of being adored not to be dumped in the back street of a dirty club.

"It's not like Jack was the love of me life..." You continued. "I just feel extremely used and humiliated".

"I'm sorry he hurt you like this, that self centered pig. He cares so much about looks but I'm sure he has a short dick that can't satisfy a girl for good. Doesn't he?". A little laugh left your mouth.

"Well, it's not like I've had any more experiences to compare him with." He didn't know what to be more shocked about, the fact that he had the nerve to dump you after seeing you naked or the fact that you lost your v card to that asshole. "I'm sorry I'm talking too much".

"Now that's a reason to cry about" he joked, this time your laugh seemed sincere. And that was an angelical sound. "Here" he offered his hand, you took it and got up with his help.

"I'm Eddie, by the way." He shook your arm with enthusiasm making it wiggle up and down. It was so cute how he was trying to cheer you up.

"I know, I'm y/n" You knew?

"I know too" When he let go he almost caressed your hand, sending you shivers down your spine.

"So y/n, is there something I can do to make you feel good?" Your blush gave away that you caught his dark intentions under the innocent question. So cute. "Maybe get you something to drink, a cigarette, take you home... Or perhaps something else." He licked his underlip and smirked after that last sentence watching your suffocated expression.

"Something else?" His eyes following your figure up and down.

"Yes sweetheart"

"Something like what?" He took one step closer, the smell of his cologne distracting you from reality.

"What about help you to compare him?" You gulped nervously. Another step closer. "Show you what you've been missing"

You were now trapped against the brick wall and Eddie's chest. Your lips parted breathing heavily. He was being so flirty and you wanted to flirt back but you were not able to form a coherent sentence.

"Would you like that?" That was an easy question to answer.

"Please" And his hands were cupping your face, kissing you hungrily. Yours holded his shoulders trying to find some balance. The kiss was intense, no one ever kissed you with such a passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth. His hands started to move down your body caressing every curve he dreamed so much about, until he arrived to your ass. He grabbed it with care and gave it a soft slap. You moaned surprised.

Eddie stopped the kiss to look at you with dark lustful eyes. "You're so fucking pretty, did you know that?" You didn't answer, he didn't looked like he wanted an answer. "Wanna take this to my house baby?" Fuck yeah.

You nodded euphesively. He smiled to you matching your excited energy.

"Alright lemme just grab my things real quick. Come with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and made you follow him inside again.

That felt unreal to him, grabbing your hand in public after making out and getting to see everybody's shooked reaction to both of you together. His few friends looked like they wanted to talk to him but he couldn't care less in that exact moment. He did not stop walking until he arrived backstage and got his guitar on his shoulder.

"Now we're ready to go, or do you want to stay and drink something sweetheart?" You shake you head no.

"Just take me home Eddie" Another smirk deformed his caring expression, hand grabbing your chin and kissing you again. Much sweeter this time.

"As the damsel commands" his arm extended in front of you doing a reverence. You giggled and walked passed him, heading the exit.

Eddie couldn't help but stare at you butt as walked, giggling side to side on that litte skirt. Oh he was anxious to take it off, or fuck you in it, or both.

He helped you to get in his tall van and after leaving his guitar on the trunk he started driving.

His hand went down to your exposed thigh and squished it gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am"

"Good cause I don't want you to think that I'm trying to take advantage of you while you're sad or something. Look I've been crushing on you this whole curse and if I had another chance to talk to you I would, trust me. Even if you had a boyfriend."

"I've been crushing on you too" Your words came like a whisper so when he stuttered a "What?" you were not sure if he didn't heard you at all or if he just wanted a confirmation.

"I've been thinking about you, while I was with him" All this time you didn't stop looking front, too intimidated to look at Eddie directly. His hand on your thigh turned your face to his and again those dark brown lustful eyes.

"You thought about me while he fucked you?" You gulped.

"Yes" His focus went back to the road, he stopped touching you gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You're making it so easy for me to pull over and fuck you here and now." Oh well.

"Then do." His laugh flooded the vehicle.

"You deserve more than a quickie in an ugly van sweetheart" Actually that idea turned you on like crazy buy the expectation of what to come were stronger.

As soon as you parked Eddie got out of the car and rushed to open your door, unbuckled the seat car for you and picked you up like a bride pulling a scream from your throat.

"Eddie I'm too heavy for this."

"You telling me the super athletic Jack from the basketball team wasn't able to pick you up? Disgraceful!" You laughed and enjoyed the ride to the house entry in Eddie's arms.

He left your feet back on the floor to open the front door, he passed first and you followed him taking a quick look to his house. He took your hand and drag you to his room. Everything on it screamed Eddie. Black and red were the most prominent colors, some metal bands poster decoring the walls a pile of books and CDs next to his bed.

Eddie adored the way your cute face and fancy clothes contrasted with his dark room, the way you looked so corruptible right now.

"Welcome to my cave" He sat on the edge of the bed, palms resting on the mattress and legs partly open. His thighs were actually thicker than you thought, not more than yours tho.

"Nice cave" You locked eyes with him, he was staring deeply at you with an almost evil grin. He looked like a predator about to hunt his prey. And you were obviously that prey.

"Come here baby" He tapped his lap. You did as you were told, legs open on each side of his body. His hands went automatically to your thighs, caressing their way up lifting your skirt in the process. He also started to kiss you again, wet and intense. His fingers kept caressing and gripping your soft flesh but not going any further; teasing you, torturing you.

You bucked your hips towards his, in response he stopped the kiss and looked at you with an entertained expression.

"Easy sweetheart, we have plenty of time."

"At least take off your shirt" And he did still with a smile on his face exposing all his tattoos. Your index finger immediately started to follow the lines of the drawings on his chest. "You like them?"

" I do, they're hot." That smirk again.

"You're hot." You were sitting on top of him but he still made you blush. "Now it's my turn"

He started to unbotton your top, as soon as it was on the floor he muttered a "Fuck" under his breath. Your nipples were already hard but you felt them get even harder when he filled his hands with your boobs.

"I knew this would look good but Jesus I'm gonna dream about your tits on my hands"

The boy buried his head on your neck, starting to trail wet little pecks from behind your ear to your chest.

You were trying your best not to moan yet but his bulge pressed against your aching core was not helping at all.

His hands let go of your tits and went down again to your ass, your fingers tangled in his hair when you felt the wetness of his tongue licking one of your nipples.

Your head fell backwards and in despair of some release your hips bucked against his. You heard a deep groan come from Eddie.

"You're so impatient" He said as he rised his face to look at you, but he did not stop your movements, in fact he encouraged you with his hands still on your ass with a tight grip. It felt so good but your body was demanding of more.

"Eddie please..."

He kissed you with firece swallowing your gasps, tongue sliding in your mouth making you drip saliva. It was so nasty, so wild. And yet you've never been so turned on just with a make out session. You've never felt so desired and have never desired like this. Cause not only your mouth was dripping, the wetness in your panties had to be staining Eddie's jeans.

A loud moan made the kiss stop when you felt a painful but still pleasurable slap in your ass cheek.

"Prettiest sound I have ever heard" Your face went pink at the compliment.

Eddie not just helped you buck your own hips but he also started to grin his, making the meeting of your bodies more and more intense. The fabric of his jean pressuring exactly where you needed it. Little whimpers falling from your lips as a knot in your tummy started to undo.

"Eddie I'm gonna-"

"Let it go sweetheart" So you did. Your senses going numb. Hands holding onto Eddie's t-shirt, trembling legs and parted lips letting go a lewd groan.

You came back to your senses feeling how Eddie caressed your naked back with the tip of his fingers.

"Now you're gonna be good for me and go to your knees, right princess?" How could you possibly say no to that. So you nodded actually excited to please him and accommodated between his legs.

"Attagirl", the cold of his rings made you stream when he cupped your face. You knew what was to come so you made yourself comfortable on your knees as he unbelted his jeans already gotten up from the bed.

His pants dropped along with his boxers, wasting no time you grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it up and down slowly.

He grabbed you hair in a ponytail and encouraged you to take him already. Your tongue licked his tip before slipping it in your mouth. A hiss came out of Eddie's lips. Your head bobbed up and down taking as much of him as you could, wrapping your hand in the missing part.

Groans coming from his throat as you increased the speed in your movements. You were just starting but lord he could have cum just by the sight of you in your knees, big eyes looking at him. How many times he had thought about this late at night and now he actually had you on his room all to himself.

Fuck. All the things he wanted to do to you. The impatience, and also the fact that he was embarrassingly close, made him pull from your hair and stop you.

You looked at him confused, with red puffy lips and saliva hanging from them. Eddie smiled and kissed you sweetly. "Would you strip for me?" His raspy voice made you thrill, and even tho you were more than wet and excited you couldn't help but get nervous.

You only had one piece of clothing left to be naked, your high waisted pink skirt. You knew you looked smaller in those, so when you take it off Eddie will see your real body. You didn't want your self esteem destroyed again today.

But he was looking at you with so much lust and kindness at the same time, it made you trust him. So you unzipped it with shaking hands and then you got up letting it slide down your body.

His eyes scanned you slowly and with no shame. "Baby you're a dream." He stood up from the bed just to make you sit on it, again he approached your ear to whisper on it. "Lay down. I wanna taste you."

When you obeyed, head on the pillow, he took off his clothes and crawled on top of you stopping on your tummy. He kissed it, from there going down to your inner thighs. Your legs ended up on his shoulders, his hands gripping the flesh on your hips and sucking hard on your flesh, next thing you saw was his face burying between you.

His tongue was warm pressing against your already sensitive core, curling in your clit making you moan and grab his hair. As much as you were trying not to close your legs you knew your thighs must be crushing him a little bit , but he was eating you out like a starving man anyways. Little did you know how happy was Eddie to choke between your thighs.

Your toes curled as you felt your second orgasm explode in your belly. Your mouth full of cries calling for Eddie. His eyes looked up to you when your back arched, and that must be the hottest thing he have ever seen.

His hands caressed their way up to your head from your hips. When you opened your eyes Eddie's face was the first thing you saw.

"You okay sweet cheeks?" You nodded trying to get your breath back. "Very much, thank you." He laughed while he accommodated himself between your legs, you made room for him. His hands ghosting around your waist, yours went to his face and brushed a strand of his long curly hair.

Eddie pecked all over your face before kissing your lips softly. "You think you can take one more or should we stop?" There was absolutely no way you wanted to stop, ever.

"Oh please Eddie just fuck me already." His brow raised and something changed on his look, it was darker and sharper. Almost like he was pissed.

"Don't be bratty princess." Next words came out of you like an instinct. "Or else?"

"You're so gonna regret that" He rolled your hips making you end up facing the mattress, Eddie behind you. Took the pillow under your face to place it under your tummy and make your ass lift.

You were wet and turned on, so fucking wet and turned on that his dick slipped smoothly inside you. Nothing but gasps came out of your mouth.

He didn't even let you adjust to him that he was already slamming against you in a cruel fast speed. The bit of pain mixing up with the pleasure making it only better. You tried to incorporate a bit to at least be able to look at him, but his hand pressed your face against the bed, keeping you there. And then you felt it, first the smack, then the sound and lately the burning feeling on the cheek of your ass. His fingers had to be printed there now. A cry of pain and joy came out from your insides. Well you were discovering a masochist part of yourself today.

"Take it." He ordered under his breath. His hips bucking yours with no control nor care. Your back arched like a cat, fingers holding on tight to the sheets, Eddie whipping your cheeks mercyless while holding you down, the wet dirty sounds of your collision. Fuck, everything was so good. Your moans started to sound more high pitched and your pussy to tighten around him.

"Gonna cum baby?" He sounded feral.

"Yes." You confessed. Cause you were dangerously close again, for third time in less than an hour but you were having too much fun to be ashamed.

But Eddie stopped. Everything. His hand on your face gone so you looked up to him for the first time since you started to fuck.

"Why?" His face deformed in an evil grin. "Brats don't get to cum, maybe next time think twice before you give me the attitude pretty girl."

You almost pouted, so that's how you were gonna regret it. You turned your body to him, ready to complain but again he pushed you down, this time grabbing your wrist above your head. His free hand went to your face and squished it with a strong grip.

"Now Imma continue to fuck you, and you're gonna tell me when you're close. Understood?" You nodded, now you knew better.

"That's better." And he let go of you, both face and wrist. Just so he could push your knees up to your chest and slide inside of you once again. His pace being much slower this time, like he was taking his time to feel you, filling you completely.

You could feel him so deep inside you in that new position, his pelvis bumping against your core. You were so exposed and vulnerable to him right now, and you loved it. His lunges becoming harder and violent but not faster, you whined in need of more.

"You're desperate for my cock. Aren't you?" His left hand grabbed you by the neck, his rings scratching your thin skin. The thumb of his right rubbing your clit.

"Remember to warn me baby."

And he increased the pace. He was filling your senses again with all his actions. You felt overstimulated already from your previous orgasms, so sensible. And the possessiveness and rudeness of his hand around your neck were really doing something in your head.

Not even five minutes later you felt your walls clenching around him. You were close.

"E-ddie" Your throat starting to feel sore from the moaning and whining.

"You close?"

"Yes" And it stopped again but this time he kept himself inside of you.

Eddie could see the disappointment and frustration in your expression, a pretty cry left your mouth. And it was obvious you were suppressing some complains. Adorable. He stood there, looking at you. Your chest going up and down, calming yourself. When he thought it was enough he started to work his fingers on you again. Still inside you, just abusing your very sensitive and swollen clit.

This time you reached your high even faster, you knew you were not able to handle another denial of your release.

"Eddie please" His jaw clenched, dark eyes, so fucking handsome and looking so mean. He was enjoying your suffering.

"If you want your reward be a good girl and apologize."

"Apologize?" He almost laughed.

"Fucking you so dumb you don't even know what you did wrong?"

But he did not stop, he continued to masturbate you until your pussy started to throb.

"Don't you dare coming, I can feel it too." So it was not over. That's when you felt your eyes watering, you were about to cry. You felt humiliated, exposed, confused and frustrated. But at the same time you had never felt better than now.

"I'm sorry" Of course that was not enough.

"For what?"

You were so close, so so close. And you didn't want to disobey Eddie, you wanted to be a good girl for him.

"For teasing you. I'm sorry for being a brat." Words sounding almost like screams.

Eddie smiled, pleased with your answer and moved his hips against yours.

"That's it baby, now you can come for me."

And it came like an explosion. Arching back, trembling legs, numb senses. You never had an orgasm like this before, not even touching yourself and of course not with Jack. Eddie really showed you what you were missing.

Eddie did not last much with the overwhelming feeling of your tight inside clenching around him when you came. And the picture of you grabbing his sheets, back curved pronouncing your breasts, opened mouth gasping for air, that picture would hunt him forever.

He broke away just in time to cum in your beautiful tummy. He threw himself on the bed by your side.

"Can I get a kiss?" Your voice sounded rasp and weak while asking. Eddie's expression was already soft while looking at you, eyes fulls of adoration.

"How I'm gonna say no to that face?"

He leaned and gave you a tender kiss. First on your lips and then on each of your eyelids.

"Well you did a lot just before."

"How are you feeling about that?" The same hand that was marking your ass a minutes before was now stroking your hair.

"I didn't know I was into that."

"You did so well sweetheart. I'm sorry if I was too rough but you make me feral." And even tho his cum was still all over you, you managed to blush at his words. "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?" His index pointed at the mess on your body. You nodded with a giggle and he escorted you to the bathroom to have a shower.

......................................................................

"Wow babes, you and Jack really had fun yesterday night." Chrissy jostled you softly when she sat right next to you in the cafeteria. Jack sitting a couple of seats to your right raised his head when he heard his name being mentioned, actually everyone in the table started to pay attention to you.

All the marks in your tighs, ass and neck did not stop you that morning to dress yourself like you usually did, not minding in hiding the hickies.

"Oh no, he broke up with me yesterday actually." Jason gave you a nasty look.

"Then who did that to you?" A wet sloppy kiss was given to your cheek.

"I did" Eddie's voice send chills down your spine. Jack face had an horror expression to say the least, all of them looked shock actually. "Let's go princess."

Eddie offered you his hand, you took it happily and walked away with him as you heard a murmur fill the room. How scandalous, the freak and the bimbo.

#eddie munson x reader smut #eddie x y/n #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #plus size reader #plus size smut #eddie munson x plus size reader

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ruegarding · 2 months

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Hey, quick question if you don't mind me asking, what were your thoughts on Chalice of the Gods?

overall, i wish rick stopped at toa like he said he was going to. the more rick adds, the more the world-building suffers as a result. that being said, i didn't completely hate cotg like i thought i would. there's a few good moments, but, in general, it reads like a cash-grab.

let's start with the good. percy has some of the most in-character moments he's had in the universe since pjo.

percy's confrontation w geras was so good that i actually wish this was part of percy's character arc in hoo. percy spent almost all of pjo knowing he was going to die—he saw the fates cut the string in tlt and in som he put together what the prophecy meant: he was going to die either at or before 16. and this is exactly why this confrontation works and why i think it's better than new rome. new rome can protect a demigod from monsters, not from fate. percy wasn't scared of monsters. if he was, he would've stayed at chb year-round.

and i really like that geras was willing to entertain percy bc he had turned down godhood. like the first time percy ever thinks abt immortality seriously (in botl) this is what he has to say:

so immortality is fundamentally at odds w percy's character bc he defines himself so thoroughly w the ppl he loves. and this is exactly what allows him to get through to geras! it's such a good exploration of percy's character and the future he's now able to consider.

similarly, this section

is more in-character than almost all of hoo. this is a prime example of how percy's loyalty works and addresses how it's misconstrued in fandom. percy has a desire for freedom, and that desire informs how he respects ppl. percy's loyalty isn't a possessive "i won't let you do this" bc he will, he will always let someone make their own choice at the end of the day bc it's what he would want. and this was actually established in tlt, when sally says "you're enough like me to understand" and asks percy to let her save herself. so percy lets bianca fight talus, he lets nico walk away, he gives luke the knife, he lets ganymede choose his own story, even when he disagrees w it. and this is why percy's arc in hoo sucked! rick tried to give percy the typical hero complex, but it's contradictory w percy's character. so when i saw this passage i was so relieved. i thought this part of percy died w pjo.

also, to talk abt someone other than percy, this moment

is good. i love this abt annabeth.

and grover saying the hardest thing is sitting by and not being able to do anything. bc grover is usually in a support role and he wasn't there at all in hoo. i also like that percy is confronted w the fact that he's not expendable. thumbs up from me.

the bad...i'm just going to keep short bullet points.

what even is this plot

it doesn't work as part of pjo and yet it's marketed as the sixth book in the series

why is zeus a disney villain. i hate everything abt it

the inconsistencies...annabeth's cap...why are we continuing to treat percy like he's disinterested in learning??? also. what do you mean you're not allowed at camp after you turn 18? WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? this was not a thing. and wasn't rhea in hiding or something?? now she's casually having brunch?

there's too much "percy is the stupid bf and annabeth is the competent gf who takes care of him." i hated every second of this. also annabeth is disabled. her being intelligent does not remove her disability. she struggles.

i rbed that post abt disaster cook annabeth and good cook percy and i stand by that.

the power monologue makes no damn sense (and another addition by op in the tags)

no seriously i'm begging someone to have a real conversation and understand percy is terrified of how powerful he is. i've been waiting for this since botl. WHICH WAS PUBLISHED IN 2008 BTW

i'm not a huge estelle or paul fan. like they're fine they're just not compelling.

the only time i feel sally and percy have the same connection as they had in tlt is when they're alone. this is a problem i've had for a while, but cotg does not fix it. when paul and annabeth are in the equation, it feels like percy is the outsider.

in summary, cotg is like a fanfic i would leave kudos for being a good percy character study despite having questionable moments. except it's canon. and these questionable things affect the world-building.

#thanks for asking! i love having an excuse to ramble #sorry for the extra character study but this is the edited version it used to be longer LMAO #cotg spoilers #rr crit #answered

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oldandkindasad · 7 months

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I've always had the head cannon that Bessie and Dutch hate each other for very different reasons but somehow both involving Hosea.

Dutch, of course, hates Bessie because she gets in the way sometimes. Hosea will give her affection (and because of the time period probably more openly). She married him and that means Hosea's no longer completely Dutch's. Dutch has to watch how he acts, because if he doesn't, then he'll just seek affection from Bessie. His wife and that's something he can't undo (or at least can't undo without getting shot, likely). Maybe he even feels like he has to sneak to take something he often reguarded as his.

While Bessie, always knew what was going on between the two of them. In fact, even told Hosea as much ("she knew who I was") and even understood there were things Dutch could do that she couldn't. He had a way or a touch or an appendage she didn't have, and her husband needed. No, nononono, her hatred stemmed from every bullet she removed. Every time she'd work frantically, praying like a mad woman for God or a guardian angel or a miracle to save her husband, or the two boys she'd come to love as her own, only to find it was some bone headed plot from Dutch behind it.

Both of them want something they can't have because the other one stands in the way.

Idk, thoughts?

#red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #hosea mathews #bessie matthews

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siriannatan · 6 months

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At The Edges - fWhipScott

Sometimes you get an idea and you have to write it and share it because you're unreasonably happy with it. This one's one of those :}

fWhip messed up. He knows it. Not entirely. He got the job done. He still got shot. But the mark got shot worse.

He got on the plane back home, over the divide, a damn bumpy flight. With the damn bullets still in him. And more adrenaline and alcohol in his blood than is probably healthy.

He can't go to any doctor west side like this. Sausage could probably patch him up. Can he even drive all the way to his house?

Where else can fWhip go?

Gem will drag him to the hospital against his will. Pearl too. Jimmy's not talking to him.

Sausage it is. The best chance of no hospitals.

He somehow managed to drive his terrible rental car to the right neighbourhood. He's pretty sure he got the right house. The window he told his charming brother to open was open...

He barely squeezes through the damn thing. Was it always this tiny? He thought as he hit the white floor tile. Wasn't Sausage's like tan brown?

Scott was having a lovely evening if anyone asked. Why would being stood up on a date, not even a first date with that particular jerk, ruin his evening?

Why would his brother sending a wedding invite upset him? He was simply sad Xor could not deliver it in person. Wedding planning had to be eating a lot of his time.

Why would his favourite take-out place be closed this particular night for incentivisation upset him?

Sitting alone on his nice, comfy couch. Under a soft, cosy blanket. Eating terrible pizza, fries and bourbon-vanilla ice cream and chasing it with some terrible soda. A perfectly normal evening in his opinion. Everyone should have an evening like that from time to time.

*THUD*

Scott almost spilt all his popcorn when something hit his kitchen tiles. Not thinking much. With a nearby broom, he went to check the noise. He did not want to draw his neighbours' attention.

All too happy people. Surely hiding something terrible behind those fake smiles. Especially the two handsome guys on his left. Serial killer level of perfect and happy.

In the kitchen, under the window. Luckily there was nothing there since Scott sometimes used the window as a convenient way to drop his groceries. Was a man. Not too tall a man with ginger hair who definitely did not fit the neighborhood. "Hello? Sir? Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?" Scott asked, poking him with his broom.

"No hospital..." The man groaned and passed out. Great.

With a shaking breath, Scott decided to be stupid and help the man. It's not like his day could get any better than it already was...

He started by rearranging his position. Carefully and gently. It's been ages since he graduated med school. And almost as long since he worked in healthcare. But he still remembered some stuff. And had some stuff.

With the man in a better position and with no confirmed broken bones or damage to the head. No lumps or bumps. He retrieved the old bag of med tools.

He made sure to keep the tools in top condition. And just recently went through it to replace what was no longer good—an old habit.

"I'm sorry it's to help you," he apologised before cutting stranger's undershirt open. It was tough fabric but nothing good medical shears couldn't deal with.

Four bullet wounds instantly jumped into his mind. He was on the east side... Likely didn't live there. Maybe... No time for that.

He cleaned the wounds, thankfully not too deep. He gently removed the bullets as well as he could without any assistance or making the wounds worse. Once he was sure it was all good he stitched them and a few cuts as clean as he could.

What was he to do with a stranger on his kitchen floor now? They were clearly a mercenary, judging by their clothes and weapons. Probably knew someone in the area. Went to the wrong door due to his injuries.

For now, Scott pulled up a stool. Moved all his sharp things out stranger's reach. Got him a pillow. The floor tiles were not good to lie on.

And waited with his sharpest scalpel. He didn't have to wait long. Mercenaries tended to be tough.

"Ugh... Saus..." The mercenary groaned, sitting up and froze when he noticed Scott.

"I think you got the wrong house, I removed the bullets, cleaned the wounds and stitched them," Scott explained, slowly, carefully. Fully aware no one on this side could know how to properly deal with billet wounds. Especially a mercenary. But he already helped and at least for now had the upper hand. And the man's kind of pretty. And Scott's evening was crappy enough.

"Oh... I'm sorry for the intrusion then... I... ugh... my head..." the mercenary fumbled with his words. He didn't even try to sit up. Good. Scott thought.

"You probably shouldn't move too much," Scott hummed. It was really bad actually. His random stranger was quite pretty. And Scott had a weakness for pretty guys. "You can stay if you promise to not kill me," he had no idea why he offered. Maybe he didn't want to spend the rest of the evening alone.

"I'd hate to be a bother, my..." the mercenary tried with a polite smile. Cute.

"It's not, and I'd feel bad if I saw an ambulance dragging you out next door if you faint," masking attraction with professionalism, he tells himself.

Somehow he manages to convince the mercenary to stay with him. Or fWhip as he introduced himself after Scott settled him in the living room with a glass of water and an ice pack for his bruised ribs. They had a pretty fun evening all things considered. fWhip stayed in Scott's guest room. And in the morning, after a fast check-up, left.

Scott was a bit bummed that fWhip left without leaving him his number. But there was no helping it. He could only hope he'd bump into fWhip at some point. He was in the area for a reason. He likely went into the wrong window in pain-induced delirium.

A week later. Scott was cleaning his house when his doorbell rang. Not something that happens every day. Not without someone announcing previously they would be coming. So obviously he opened it as quickly as he could.

To a big bouquet of roses. And hiding behind it mercenary fWhip. "A... a thank you for not calling the ambulance," he said, offering Scott the roses and an almost completely hidden by them box of very nice chocolates.

"Oh... Um thank you, you didn't have to... Would you like some tea?" Scott could not believe his eyes and ears. Quite frankly was in a mild state of panic and shock. And it got worse when fWhip was accepted. "Sorry about the mess, I was doing a little cleaning up," he chuckled nervously.

Two years later, Scott was sitting on his couch, waiting for his husband to come back from 'work conference' sighing as he heard commotion from the kitchen. And grabbed his medical kit before going to patch whatever injuries fWhip brought back home.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #empiresshipping #fanfiction #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip

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rahleeyah · 1 year

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Okay, maybe I am dumb or something but did Liv downplay her injury in the urgent care scene for the sake of Elliot's feelings? I'm asking because I saw a tweet that suggested that. Basically, once again a woman puts her feelings aside for the sake of a man's feelings according to this person.

I see it more as her being an empath and always feeling others pain more than others. Basically, El's pain is her pain.

I never would have thought of that, and considering the evidence of the scene itself I don't think that's what happened, but I do think that some people want to believe that Liv is a victim, particularly where Elliot is concerned, so badly that they will view of all her interactions thru that lens.

Liv's injury actually isn't that bad. Like when you hear someone got shot you think bullet thru flesh and tearing up their insides and damaging bones and ligaments and organs and while Liv was very much hurt, that is not what happened to her. The pellets weren't embedded that deep, she didn't need to be sedated for their removal, it was not surgery in the traditional sense. There likely will not be any permanent muscle damage; there will be no PT. she has to take it easy for two weeks while it heals. She's in some pain, but she has certainly had worse.

She doesn't downplay her feelings for the sake of Elliot's emotions; Elliot enters the room smiling and asks how she's feeling. He doesn't rush in all concerned in the midst of PTSD episode; he is smiling, and asking about her. And Liv never, ever, ever says to anyone that she's hurt. She simply won't do it. It's not about protecting Elliot; this is a function of who Liv is as a person and the theory that she does that in an attempt to put other people's feelings above her own ignores why that's a part of Liv's character. She doesn't do it bc she's so selfless; she does it bc she doesn't want to be seen as weak, bc she doesn't let people in, bc it's a habit. Her making the choice not to say "it stings like a son of a bitch" isn't her putting Elliot first; it's what she always does.

But she does tell him it hurts. In her own way, in that tough, cop-machismo way that is the only way she and the people like her will express pain and is a way that Elliot knows how to interpret, she tells him she's hurt, and asks for help, which he willingly offers. When she tells him she won't be sitting for a while he knows that means it hurts. He understands what she's saying. His emotions do not enter the conversation until they're standing, you can see her face change when she recognizes he's feeling big feelings. She didn't think he was before - you know, before, when she had an opportunity to say "it hurts" and chose not to - and it's only once they're standing that she asks what's wrong.

And it would take a particularly heartless, narcissistic person to look at their best friend, whose wife was blown up right in front of him, who has just had to deal with his best friend being shot right in front of him, and not ask if he's ok and not acknowledge his feelings. Is he not also allowed to feel things? Is only one of them allowed to need comfort at a time? Her ass stings but she feels emotionally steady; he is physically unhurt but has just experienced a significantly triggering emotional event. Do they not comfort each other in the ways they each need in that moment, him by physically supporting her and her by emotionally supporting him?

And it's worth noting, too, that Olivia herself draws the connection to Kathy out loud; Olivia acknowledges out loud that losing her would be akin to losing his wife, as @thisismehappy has pointed out. That's huge!!! That's Olivia recognizing how much he values her!!

Anyway. It's been said before. We are all watching different shows.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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kira-fluff · 2 years

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Imagine the bros with someone who was a gremlin as a child and just nonchalantly tells them their stories. For example in kinder I got dared to put a rock in my ear and my little five year old self was not gonna back down. I had to get that rock removed by a doctor 😭.

a/n: i love this oddly specific request as well as the flawless usage of the descriptor "gremlin". i too was a lollipop-stuck-to-hair, hot-mess-express child. thank u for sharing your amazing story x i took the liberty of using as many funny childhood stories as i could remember, as well as your own (thought it a befitting tale to tell to lucifer lmao) disclaimer: this is assuming that you had a childhood full of crazy events, but none including ab*se of any kind. these are silly, funny memories, not ones that would hurt you to this day. tw: language, mention of children in the future (not totally breeding kink tho), established relationship unclear so just decided that for yourself bc im lazy

reacting to funny stories from your childhood - obey me! brothers x reader

stories of your childhood were always something most found entertaining, but you found that these stories intrigued your demon roommates even more so. it started off as a comment you'd mentioned off-hand, but the brothers urged you on, hooked on hearing some of your stories - after all, it had been a few hundred years since they'd been children.

"...so one time i got dared to put a rock in my ear and, of course, only losers back down from a challenge--" "you didn't" "--so i put that rock right in my ear! then i had to go to the doc to get it taken out, but at least my friends knew i ain't no pussy." "of course you did."

lucifer

trying to pretend like he doesn't care

but is easily baited into the conversation when mammon says "the person who knows the most 'bout y/n is obviously ME!"

rolls his eyes, but you can see his head turning to listen to you better

is rude af about it once you finish your story smh

"it all makes sense now, that rock must've replaced your brain"

smirks throughout the story, making focused eye-contact with mammon because his dumbass did the same thing. LAST. MONTH. (for a bet, of course, that he lost)

scoffs at your story, but can't help but continue to listen with a smile

he's got it bad

feels the need to one-up your stories with stories of his own (that aren't embarrassing at all, but that prove that even at the age of 2 he was a badass)

can't help but let his mind wander to having a child with you (he's domestic af okay)

"let's hope your our child inherits more of the father's genetics"

i dare you to smack him upside the head he deserves it for being a snarky little whore

just run away after, it's not like he'll catch you he def will

"...and then my sister took my doll, so then i tackled her to the ground and started chocking her. she passed out but she had it coming. my mom grounded me for like a month but i didn't care because guess what? my sis never took my doll again" "remind me not to take your shit anymore oh fuck--"

mammon

oh? cute stories about your childhood?

he's all ears

can't help but turn it into a competition to see who knows you the best or who your favorite is

so badly wants you to say it's him ;-;

was expecting stories about maybe the time you made your first friend or when you learned your first word

nope

he's over here sweating bullets because did he remember to put back all that stuff he took?

he wasn't gonna sell it or anythin'.. he just kinda likes the way yer stuff smells... not in a creepy way though, ok?!

and like, you hadn't noticed yet

so of course he was gonna keep some of your stuff!!!

but.. but you choked your sister for stealing a doll?

not even lucifer was that... extreme

may or may not find him in your room, putting all of your things back in the places he recalled he'd taken them

you'd just laugh, saying you didn't mind as long as it wasn't something you really needed

he breathed a sigh of relief

he was genuinely about to shit his pants when you walked through the door

"'m too young to die! swear i was jus' lookin' at 'em!"

"..one time my dad was in a bad mood so he got mad that i passed the ketchup bottle without the cap facing DOWN so that all the ketchup was able to be poured out quickly. so then, when he asked me to pass the salt, so i looked at him, then turned the salt shaker face down and handed it to him as the salt was pouring out..."

leviathan

already tweeting "STORIES FROM Y/N'S CHILDHOOD?!?!??! #REALSHITSABTTOGODOWN #STANRURICHAN"

spurs him to tell his own stories about his childhood (he wants to share but swears its sO emBarrAsSinG"

swears he was into anime as a newborn

is honestly a lil giddy to hear your stories and laughs at them just as much as everyone else

whenever you come into his room while he is gaming he wants you to tell him more of the stories from your childhood

"LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y/N IS A SAVAGE"

doesn't find it hard to believe that you were just as sassy as a little child

you're just like him <3

kinda blushes imagining the two of you being childhood besties uwu

like he gives bullied in high school vibes for some reason idk

i can just imagine the two of you being the best of friends

you'd make him lil flower crowns while he ranted to you about his pokemon card collection

he's so SOFT for you omgggg

would quite literally die for you if he had to but im getting off topic

anyway, please never stop talking to him, it's his number one fear <3

giggles in the dorky way he does when you get super expressive

"...there was this day when i was eight and i didn't want to go to school anymore and i was bored in class so i decided right then and there that i would lose my tooth and get one of those crappy-looking 'tooth necklaces'..... not five minutes later, i ripped my front tooth out and was sent to the nurses with blood dripping down the hallway. i was so proud of myself but it turned out i had accidentally ripped out an ADULT tooth. my parents were pissed, but i was proud because i got to go home and eat ice cream for two weeks."

satan

THRIVES off the stories of you being a little shit as a kid lol (or the stories of you being a little shit now)

that being said, WHAT THE FUCK

he forgot how wild kids can be, much less YOU

i mean, you were sent to the demon world and all you did was shrug and roll with it??? who even are you????

you even felt a little bit of pity for your parents, bless their souls

he smirked at the part where you got out of school as you clasped your chest proudly

it was cute to watch you get excited about all your little adventures from when you were younger - it's hard to believe that was only a few decades ago (to him)

finds himself looking for the you now in your old self

he's easily able to identify some of your key traits: stubbornness, strength, optimism, kindness, wit...

you were always this way, he thought, and it was reassuring.

a little smile crept up his face, taking over the neutral expression that once adorned his soft and regal features

you were always something something special

"...and then the teacher was wearing this ugly ass skirt and so my sassy little six-year-old self was like 'did you dress in the dark or something? because your shirt doesn't match your skirt'... i feel kinda bad about it now but it was iconic back in the day."

asmodeus

gives you exaggerated reactions to each part of your story, but they're genuine

gASP

hand over mouth

laughs at the parts when you get super animated

insists your are doing her a favor by helping her with her fashion dilemma

honestly he probably has some similar stories to share himself

gushes about how the two of you are so alike that it is shocking

(i mean i guess sorta? jk u wish)

"we're so similar.. let's go to my bedroom and find out what is different"

all his other brothers simultaneously shout, "NO"

i headcanon that asmo has dimples that come out when he truly, REALLY smiles and he does it when you talk about your childhood

you get all excited and he can't help but just shout, "oH you're SO cUTE~~~~~!"

"....i backflipped into the christmas tree and the next thing i knew i was in one of those crusty ass hospital beds. so yeah, i don't recommend doing that."

beezlebub

got lost half-way through the story when he got up to get a snack

next thing he knew you were talking about backflipping???

still though, he found it really cute how you got all soft when talking about the way that your mother started crying once you woke up only for her to fall into a fit of rage the next moment

the moment actually brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of a part of yourself that did really miss home and the people that you left there

his eyes widened, taking in your shrinking form

as if his arms moved on his own, he moved to grasp you in a tight embrace

your sniffles ceased and you even let out a little giggle, "beel, you're squishing me"

he apologized, his purple eyes full of worry and remorse

you only shook your head, mumbling a quiet, "i'm fine"

he realized that even though devildom seemed like home to him now, he also knew what it felt like to have to get used to an entirely new place, especially going from being an angel to a deadly sin

so he cherished those moments in his heart, but he was hesitant to ask you more about your childhood, afraid that the memories, while happy, would also make you homesick

he cares for you so much, don't ever think otherwise <3

"...i skipped class so many times because i slept in - and like, usually i'd just show up late, but i had decided that i will never be that loser who ran to class. if i was gonna show up late, i'd show up looking good. so i'd curl my hair and put on makeup if i was late. i'd be more late, but i'd look like a bad bitch."

belphegor

your "idgaf" personality reflects his quite well

the amount of times he's tried to skip school because of sleeping were too far to count

yet lucifer always forced him to take part in the daily academics activities

honestly sort of jealous of you

still, he gets over it quickly, though, when he sees the cute little crescents that your eyes form

can't help but not be mad at you

and now he knows the perfect person to go to when he wants to escape the world and take a big nap

maybe miss a few classes on the side with you :)

you're his special napping buddy

a/n: this was sorta ass but just ignore it

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Suspicious Minds IV: Elvis Presley

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word count: 2.2k

Description: Following the events of part three where your dad Bobby Kennedy was shot, you decide to return home to be with your family only you realize what a mistake that was.

A/N: As always the original idea goes to my bestie @cozacorner 💜

Numbness. Guilt. Regret. Heartache. was the only thing that you were feeling right now as you watched as images of your father with the bullet hole in his chest flash across the screen as the reports kept coming in about what happened.

"We're ready on set." A stagehand said walking into the room as a reminder that you guys were in fact in the middle of something before your dad was killed.

One by one everyone started leaving some giving you condolences, others just quietly leaving wanting to give you some time to process what had happened. You quietly removed yourself from Elvis's hold, knowing he was needed on set no matter how much you wanted him to stay here and hold you.

You stood there thinking about your mother crying alone and drinking her pain away, you thought about your siblings grieving not only losing your father but you as well. Everything became too much that you darted out of the room in search of some fresh air or something, you were halfway down the hall when you felt a hand grab your wrist.

"Baby look at me, you need to breathe." He said as you slid down the wall behind you and kneeled in front of you.

"Focus on me, baby." He said cupping your face and making you look into his beautiful blue eyes and after a few minutes, you felt your breathing going back to normal.

"I never got to say goodbye, never got to apologize for leaving, for abandoning him and my family." You said as more tears slid down your face.

"Hey hey look at me, your daddy loved you no matter what even when you left home and became your own person, so don't doubt for a second that he didn't love you, and whatever you do from this point forward I will always be here for you no matter what happens." He said wiping your tears with his thumbs.

"I don't want to leave you especially after I just got you back but I need to go home and be them, it would be wrong for them to sit there by themselves mourning." You said looking at him trying to figure out what you should do.

"If you choose to go be with your family, that means nothing would change between us, I will still love you as I do now. But should you decide to go be with them, I want you to promise me that you won't let them change you and that you will continue to be this beautiful, smart, and independent woman you've worked so hard to become." He said.

"Elvis.." The stagehand said stopping once he saw you two.

"I promise Elvis. As long as you promise not to let the Colonel change you while I'm gone." You said to him as he helped you up off the ground.

"I promise. I love you so much Darlin'." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you so much Elvis." You said to him as you two pulled apart and as he slowly let go of you.

It had been almost two weeks since you returned back home, and where you learned that your dad had been keeping tabs on you all these years and letting you be happy out of the spotlight meanwhile your mother made you feel like you were the worst person ever and put you under house arrest not allowing you to leave. You wrote letters to Elvis every day waiting for the perfect chance to mail them but for now, they were kept in a secret place in your room where no one could find them.

"Go away." You said as you heard someone knocking on the door.

"Is that any way to talk to your best friend?" Your friend said stepping inside your room and making you look at her in shock.

"How?" You asked shocked as you hugged her.

"Convinced your momma that I could get you to come to have dinner with them, but really I am here to check on you and bring you something from your lover who is worried sick about you." She said reaching into her bag and handing you an envelope.

"Good because I have all of these for him." You said handing her the letter you had written Elvis.

"Okay, I'll give these to him tonight when I go see him. Why haven't you come back or called?" She asked confused.

So as you got ready for dinner with your family, you told her everything that had happened since you got home and how much you missed your independence which was true because you missed dancing, miss your friends, missed your lover. These were part of the reason why you ran away in the first place, your dad was the only one who truly supported you being your own.

"Wow, babe I'm sorry to hear that. Just keep playing along and I will come up with a plan to get you out of here, okay?" She asked as you nodded your head before you two headed downstairs to have dinner with your family.

That night you read Elvis's letter well letters were more like it with tears in your eyes as he poured his heart out to you saying how much he missed and loved you and wanted to see you. As you reached the final letter, a ring fell out making you gasp as you slid it on your finger as you read the final letter with tears in your eyes making you miss him even more.

Elvis was nervous, to say the least as he waited for your friend to return from seeing you, he had been worried about you since left to go home and didn't call him, his thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock coming to his door. After saying come in, he saw your friend walk in with a sad look on her face.

"Elvis it's bad. I think we made a mistake letting her go home. But she wanted me to give you these." Your friend said reaching into her bag and pulling out letters and handing them to him.

"How bad?" He asked her.

"Her mother has her under tight security, her phone calls are monitored, everywhere she goes she has security constantly watching her like a hawk. Elvis, we need to save her, she isn't doing good being there." Your friend said making him look up from the letter of yours he was reading making him even more worried about you.

It was a few days later before you would see your friend again and she somehow had convinced your mom to let you go shopping with one security guard instead of the usual two that followed you around, he stood by the car while you two went inside. You watched as your friend whispered something to the owner of the store before she was leading you into the back of the store where you Elvis.

"Take all the time you need, I don't mind wasting time looking at pretty clothes." She said to you.

Once you two were alone, Elvis wasted no time in wrapping his arms around and pressing kisses all over your face as the tears slide down your face because you honestly thought you were never gonna see him again.

"Missed you so much Darlin'." He said leaning his head against yours.

"I missed you too Elvis, I shouldn't have gone home because now I can never leave." You said.

"Hey hey I'm gonna help you get out there, that way we can be together again. I promise you that." He said making you look up at him.

"You mean that?" You asked him.

"Every word just like I meant every word I wrote in those letters when I gave you this ring. I need you to give me some time, okay sweetheart?" He asked you placing a kiss on your hand.

"Okay." You said to him drying your eyes a bit knowing that he would get away from your family one or another.

The two of you spent as much time as you could together before you finally had to go home, and even then you just wanted to run away with Elvis. You and your friend silently walked up to your room after talking with your mom.

"Thank you for today." You said hugging her.

"Of course, we're gonna get you out of here." She said to you.

Each day after that, you would pack pieces of your room up that you knew your mom wouldn't notice and have your friend smuggle them out until all you there were some clothes and your bed left there. One night your mom and you got into a massive fight about her control over you, so you ran up to your room slamming the door and grabbing your bag before climbing out of your window and running as fast as you could.

"Baby what are you doing here?" Elvis asked confused.

"I couldn't do it anymore..I tried I tried...I felt trapped I just had to leave." You said as he gathered you in his arms.

"It's alright darlin'. Your safe now, nothing is gonna happen to you not as long as I'm here with you." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You were woken up the next morning by shouting which confused you as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes before leaving the room. You stood at the top of the stairs and saw your mom and Elvis arguing with each other no doubt about you.

"I'm not going back, momma. So you can disown me or whatever but I will not go back to feeling like a caged animal." You said walking into the room as Elvis wrapped an arm around you.

"Yes, you are! You are a Kennedy for crying out loud, not some groupie! Now you are gonna with me willingly or forcefully." She said as you coward behind Elvis.

"No, I'm not I'm 25 years old for crying out, stop treating me like a child! Now Momma I love him and the only reason I came home was to be with you and everyone during this difficult time, it wasn't to be a trapped animal again." You said to her as you felt Elvis squeeze your hand.

"Baby I know you are, it's just that we just lost your dad and got you back after being gone for so long, I just don't want nothing to happen to you, despite what you think I love you, baby." She said shocking you.

"I know momma and killed me to leave but I saw how the politics and spotlight ruined our family and had to get out of there and I'm glad I did." You said smiling up at Elvis whose smile mirrored your own.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna let you continue to have your independence and have this relationship with him as long as you promise to come around more. No more hiding baby." She said shocking you again.

"You mean that momma?" You asked slowly removing yourself from Elvis grasp.

"I do baby, I can see how happy you two are and would hate to ruin that." She said wrapping her arms around you nearly bringing you to tears.

"And you Mr. Presley, don't you go breaking my baby girl's heart or you will have to answer to me." Your mother threatened him making your guys laugh.

"I would never dream of it Mrs. Kennedy, I love your daughter too much to do that." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"And I love you Mr. Presley." You said smiling at him finally happy that you two could finally live your lives together.

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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So I had a thought for an AU

13-14 year old Obi-Wan Kenobi is on Melida/Daan, and he's fighting a guerilla war with an army of children, and everything kinda sucks. There's not enough food or medicine, and the Elders are kinda too happy to keep the war going without any thought as to what comes after.

And, like, okay. Neither do the Young? But Obi-Wan gives them some leeway on account that the oldest member of the Young is 16, and teenagers don't have the best forward thinking even when their healthy, his source? He's also a teenager.

Anyway, things continue as they're meant to, up to certain point, except Qui-Gon never comes back for him. Maybe Obi-Wan's comm never went through, maybe he was on another mission- it doesn't matter. In the end, no one comes to help.

And then Xanatos shows up on Melida/Daan, as if the situation wasn't bad enough. And he comes with an army of slavery, and in the end it doesn't matter if the Melida called him or the Daan, but the ending is the same. Xanatos enslaves everyone.

Well. Almost everyone.

You see, Obi-Wan's best friend was a shadow in training, and some things that Quin definitely didn't teach him because that would be against the rules came in handy.

So Obi-Wan sneaks onto Xanatos' ship- there's no way he's staying along on Melida/Daan- and maybe he can't save everyone, but he can save one member of the young, a younger girl who had been playing medic for the Young, who Xanatos was stashing on his own ship.

It makes a little more sense when he notices that she's very minorly force sensitive. Not enough to be a jedi, but enough to catch Xanatos' attention.

And Obi-Wan doesn't know how or why, but the pair of them manage to remain hidden from Xanatos for as long as it took for the ship to land on the next planet, and they made a break for it.

Eventually, Obi-Wan and Ry, the little medic, make their way to an abandoned Jedi Temple. A temple home to the ghost of former Sith Lord and former jedi master, Revan. Revan, who has an intense loathing for all things sith, was more than happy to drop some hard truths on Obi-Wan and Ry. About the current sith and about Sidious and Plageous, and he lays the responsibility for helping him on their shoulder.

(Look, he's 1500 years old, and Jedi haven't always been the best as to "age appropriate missions" anyway-)

Needless to say, the war starts early, because of Obi-Wan (trained by Revan to be more than a Jedi but less than a Sith) and Ry (bullied into training by the ghost Tarre Vizla).

Well, at least, the commission of the clones begins nearly ten year earlier than it should have.

Ry lands the Nightwing on one of the landing platforms, a doubtful look on her face. "There's no way this is going to work, vod." Ry's Mandalorian now, raised and trained by Tarre Vizla to become the next Mand'alor, though she wants the position about as much as she wants a bullet to the brain.

"It'll work," Obi-Wan, now called Ben, replied as he pulled his hair into a knot on the back of his head, "Do you remember the story?"

Ry rolls her eyes, "Yeah. You're Jedi Knight Ben Evans, you're a Sith who's undercover in the Jedi Order and we're here to claim the Clones for the Jedi."

"And?"

Ry rolls her eyes again, "Ka'ra, you're annoying!" She bites out, "And, we need the biochips deactivated and removed due to splintering in the Seppie army, and we fear the war is going to last much longer than anticipated, so the enhanced aging needs to be reversed."

"And you're going to distract Jango Fett."

"Ugh. That's literally the worst. I don't want to talk to that...that...dar'buir." Ry grumbles.

"But you will?"

"Yes, yes. I remember Revan and Tarre's orders."

#vod'ika's AUs #i have too much free time #also #im starving

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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Ice Cold Part 10

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Threat of sexual assault (not actual)

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My unease grew as Jason stood over me, but I wasn’t going to let it show.

"Are you going to cut me free then or what?" I said harshly, again raising up my bound wrists behind my back, cursing inside as the coat the police officer had draped around my shoulders slipped down to the floor, exposing me again.

Jason didn't move to help me, he just stayed right where he was, his eyes moving over my body hungrily. It made my skin crawl.

"Jason!" I shouted. "I've got no fucking circulation in my hands!"

He shook his head slowly, grinning, like he took pleasure in my discomfort. "You're gonna answer some questions first Lyla. See, I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I'm not sure what side you're actually on here."

Anxiety tore through me, but I maintained a neutral expression. "What the fuck are you talking about? You need to forget about this pathetic theory of yours. Look at me! Do I really look like I'm on Van's side? What the hell are you suspicious of anyway? Look at the state of this place! He went crazy! He wanted me to give him details of all the undercover agents. He was going to interrogate me for christ's sake."

I thought I sounded convincing, I’d always thought I was a good actress, but it was obviously going to take more than acting to convince Jason. He looked around the chaos in the kitchen, took in the ruined furniture and the broken glass, the bullet lodged in the kitchen cabinet, but still he shook his head. I watched as he reached for an overturned chair, righted it and turned it round, then sat on it, leaning forward, his eyes dark and accusing as he loomed over me.

"I thought McCann's usual interrogation methods involved removing body parts... not clothing!" He scoffed, eyes trailing over my underwear-clad form. "Why you Lyla? Why does he keep coming to you?"

"I don't fucking know do I?" This time I wasn’t acting, the bewilderment that I felt was entirely real. "All I know was that if the police hadn't shown up when they did I would more than likely be dead right now."

Jason sat back then, reclined in the chair. "Well you can thank your neighbour for calling them. Mrs Robinson? She lives in the next door apartment. She heard some commotion, things being thrown around, shouting, possible gun fire."

"Yes Jason... gun fire!" I said, emphasising the words. "I've had to fight for my life tonight. Now get these fucking things off me NOW!"

Anger was bubbling up inside me and I welcomed it. Anger was good. I could focus on that rather than the shame I felt.

Still Jason didn't react, his eyes slipping down from mine and moving along my body once again. He licked his lips and the action made me shudder internally. "Thought you liked this kinda thing? Heard you like being tied up... thought it turned you on?"

"I swear if you don't cut me free in a minute I'm gonna..."

"You'll what?" Jason suddenly sat forward, leering over me, his eyes darkening. "Run and tell Paul? Well you've got a choice. I can tell him that we arrived just in time, burst in and rescued you from your ordeal. Or I can tell him the real version. We interrupted your sick little game. Found you here tied up on your knees half naked like the dirty little whore that you are."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but the words didn't come. Maybe it was the guilt that flooded me, the knowledge that maybe Jason was right after all. I mean, why did I aid Van's escape really? Where did my misguided loyalty to this violent criminal stem from if I was being totally honest with myself?

I looked down, screwed my eyes shut, trying to summon the anger back up to use against Jason. I heard him get to his feet and looked up to see him stepping over.

"So what is it about him then?" He said, contempt dripping from his words. "What gets you off? You like nasty bastards don't you? Maybe I've been too nice to you."

"Fuck you!" I spat at him, watching with dread as he stepped even closer so his hips were on a level with me and I saw his hands go to the zipper of his jeans.

"Think we can come to some kind of deal... some sort of mutual agreement... what d'ya say, huh?"

I recoiled in disgust as the horror of his words sunk in. Then the anger rose in me, hot fury which scorched my throat as I spat out my words. "Put that fucking thing anywhere near me and I'll rip it off I swear!"

Jason laughed, a mocking, sickening sound, but he didn't back off. I felt the urge to wretch, trying to twist away as he advanced on me, desperation washing over me as I felt the wall behind me and I realised that there was nowhere to go.

"Lyla? Are you there? Are you alright dear? My goodness what on earth's been happening? Hope you don't mind me barging in. The door was open..."

The voice came from the corridor just outside the kitchen and relief crashed over me in waves as Jason quickly stepped back and the figure of my elderly neighbour shuffled into the kitchen.

"Mrs Robinson!" I cried out, grateful beyond belief for her perfect timing. "You really saved me tonight!"

Of course I wasn’t talking about her call to the authorities, but I had to keep up the pretence.

"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she tore her eyes away from the disarray of the room and they came to rest on me. "Lyla you poor thing! Whatever's happened to you? I'm so glad I called the police when I did."

She rushed over as best as she could, bent over and a little doddery as she was, concern twisting her features. Then her head snapped up to Jason and she spoke with a surprising amount of force to him.

"Get this poor girl up off the floor! Can't you see she's suffering?"

"Oh I'm okay Mrs Robinson... really. Jason was just about to cut me free weren't you Jason?" I hissed his name through my gritted teeth, turning my body around to produce my hands which were now tingling with numbness.

Jason muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but sure enough he reached over to the counter top, picking up a serrated knife which he used to saw at my restraints. I gasped in relief as the sharp plastic cable ties fell to the floor and I brought my wrists around to inspect the damage. The skin was red raw with welts where the plastic had dug into my flesh. I winced.

I hadn't noticed my neighbour leaving the room but she was back now, carrying a soft throw that she'd found in my living room. She bustled about, muttering about how terrible it all was whilst she draped it over my shoulders, soothing hands patting my back and then smoothing down over my hair. I stole a glance at Jason to see a sneer on his face.

"You can leave us now, we've got important things to discuss," he said, his voice stony, but I quickly got to my feet, gently touching Mrs Robinson's arm.

"Actually you should stay. We'll need a statement from you," I interjected. Then I looked at Jason purposefully. "And I want Paul to take my statement... in fact I'll call him right now."

Jason looked like he was going to protest, but then he thought better of it. "Fine," he grumbled in a defeated tone. "But I'm not gonna let this go until I've found out the truth... you mark my words."

He stalked away, leaving us both in the kitchen alone.

By the time I’d finished up giving Paul my statement I’d repeated myself so many times I had almost started to believe the words myself.

Paul looked deeply worried, the frown lines etched so deep into his forehead I thought I could see him visibly ageing as he sat before me in my kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the wall, noting it was now 4am.

"You'll be wanting to get off now won't you? I'm really sorry for calling you at home. I should have rang the office instead. Got someone else to come."

Paul shot out a hand to cover mine which were clasped in front of me on the table, his eyes lingering on my bruised wrists. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad you called me. And I'm not leaving you here alone tonight. Not after what's happened."

"He wouldn't come back..." I started, then trailed off, my thoughts straying to that possibility.

"You don't know that," Paul replied. "He's just so... unpredictable. We can't assume anything. He's obviously been watching you, biding his time, planning this."

I watched as he screwed his eyes shut, removing his hand from mine, letting it clench into a fist on the tabletop. "I made a promise..." he uttered.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Paul's eyes opened and he fixed me with a serious look, and he sighed before he spoke. "When me and your father worked together all those years ago he always talked about you. It was non-stop."

He paused, and a small smile flickered on his lips as he looked back through the years. "It was always Lyla's first step, Lyla's first word, Lyla's first day at school. He was so proud of you."

I smiled wistfully as I remembered the closeness that I shared with my dad before he was cruelly snatched away from me. "Dad used to talk about you a lot too. He always said he'd be safe because you always had his back."

The smile slipped off Paul's face at my comment and was replaced with a regretful kind of sadness. "I did, and he had mine... but that's the thing with this job. Even with the best will in the world we lose people. I've lost so many good men and women over the years in the line of duty. Too many. If your dad ever knew you'd followed in his footsteps..."

"He would have been proud," I chipped in, recalling how my dad praised me for the determination and will that I applied to everything that I did as a young child.

But Paul didn't agree. He shook his head emphatically. "No, that's where you're wrong. He would have hated this. Seeing you out there in danger. Putting your life on the line every day. He loved you so much, this would have killed him."

I was quiet then, digesting his words. All I’d ever wanted to do was make my dad proud. I pondered the thought, immediately feeling sick to my stomach when I imagined how he would have felt if he'd have seen me just hours before being pinned up against the wall by Van. Much as I tried to tell myself that I didn't have a choice I couldn't hide from the desire that had ripped through me. I could still feel it now when I recalled the feel of his lips on my skin.

Paul was talking again, and it was a welcome distraction from my thoughts.

"Your dad was a bloody good agent, one of the best, but he was a realist. He knew that one day the job would catch up with him. That's why he made me promise to look after you if anything ever happened to him... and I feel like I'm bloody failing!"

He blurted out the last line, a bitterness in his voice. Now it was my turn to reach out to Paul, I placed a hand over his fist that was still clenched, his knuckles turning white.

"Paul... I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't need looking after. It was my decision to take this job. I want to do it. I need to do it. It's like... I don't know... it's like I don't have a choice."

"You do realise that no matter how many of those fuckers you take down it's not going to bring your dad back don't you?"

I nodded, blinked back a tear and hoped Paul didn't see it. But I needn't have worried. His sentimental edge was gone and had been replaced by a look that bordered on disgust as he spoke, shaking his head.

"I swear every time we do bring one of those bastards down another two pop up in their place. They're like a sickness, a disease, spreading faster than we can stamp them out."

I took myself off to bed shortly after whilst Paul bedded down on my sofa for the remainder of the night, but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I pictured the desperate hunger on Van's face just before he launched himself at me. My mind whirred with images of what might have happened if the police hadn't shown up when they did. I tried to push the thoughts away, and tried to focus on Paul's words instead.

They're like a disease...

He was right, and no matter how much I tried to lie to myself, the truth was staring me right in the face. If Van was the disease I’d been infected. And there was no cure, I was sure of that.

#ice cold #van mccann fanfic #au fanfic #vanfic

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elizabethplaid · 3 months

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feb 15 notes, part 2!

Today's a game of good-news/bad-news, but I'm feelin' pretty chuffed (not my usual slang, but it feels right). Notes from earlier in the day are here.

Starts with some bullet-points, then into slightly longer discussion of the near-future.

G- Was in bed and horizontal before 7:30am, phone down before 9am

B- Woke up a couple-few times, maybe got 4 hours of sleep total.

B- Woke by realizing I was picking at my skin in my sleep

G- Put on lotion instead of picking at my skin more, to help me calm down. Somewhat helpful? Clearly, I need to stim, but I need it in a more positive sense than picking.

N- Up and out of bed around 1:30ish. Little jittery but mentally fine.

G- Used acetone to remove my nail polish, then clipped my nails. It's been like 3-4 weeks since the last clip. (Should help with picking, I hope)

N- Nearly out of acetone. Considering I got that big bottle 10+ years ago, that's pretty good. Will need to get another bottle of that and maybe some non-acetone nail polish remover, specifically for non-hobby use.

G- Our late-xmas Amazon order items are arriving. Today was a new camera remote (for the dslr) and a Breaking Benjamin cd

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I plan to knit this evening, hopefully catch up with the YT videos I've been avoiding. (I'd wanted to be in a certain mindset while making the bracelets, so I limited what I'd watch during those instances.)

Need to revisit some of last night's music. There was a fun compilation of 90s music, and a few songs were delightful nostalgia. Got misty with a few, too. Those and the ASMR thing from earlier are things I want to make separate posts about. Not quite a "crying log" like @champagnemanagement does, but at least wanting to note things for this time period (eg February, the time I've set aside for mental health).

I've asked to have stew for dinner on Sunday. That day marks 11 years since mom has passed. I had some metaphoric connection of her passing/my grief and stew, but I've forgotten the exact words. It's a comfort meal; it's got more veg than other things I eat. Dad was always more of a cook than mom. He likes to do all the work for this meal, but I enjoy getting to chat with him while he chops veg and such.

Phone friend has expressed interest in visiting, which I've mentioned to dad before. I hope to discuss these plans with my dad, while he's busy prepping the stew. I think dad and phone friend would get along well in person. But we're gonna hang out in Ellsworth for this visit, rather than hanging out in my town. (I still plan to inflict the "Pledge of Allegiance" Burma Shave signs on them, muahaha.)

Amid all our texting, I've had some good insights - stuff worthy of recounting to my counselor. So I'm thinking of taking screenshots, then transcribing the images. I have another week until the next session, so I have time to at least skim for notes. I like having that record, for better recollection and processing of info for later.

Revisiting older notes from previous years earlier has been helpful. Certainly gives me perspective and comfort about how far I've come. When going through some books a couple days ago, I found my copy of Steven Levenkron's "Cutting: Understanding and Overcoming Self-Mutilation", including some notes I stashed between the pages. I'm curious to observe my growth since those days (ie 2009). Though I didn't cut, my skin-picking has been similar.

I know that this isn't LiveJournal, and I don't reveal all my thoughts and secrets like I used to on that platform. But I hope some of these discussions might help others, as I have been helped by others' writings over the years. The shame and stigma of mental health adventures will still linger, even as our cultural understanding develops over time. Sharing these bits of our inner-selves with others gives me hope that we'll be okay in the end. Progress is progress, even in tiny bits and steps.

#daily notes #mental health

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sol-consort · 4 months

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Good morning commander.

Was curious about your preferred squad mates, class and what weapons you've been enjoying.

Also, how are you.

You're so sweet!! Thank you so much for asking <333 you made me really happy. The chance to talk about this game more is everything I want!!

And I'm not very well but I appreciate you asking, I hope you're doing well enough anon. If not then it's alright, I promise you're not alone and it will pass.

ME1

First playthrough, I tried to mix it and take everyone around equally. I did mostly end up bringing Tali and liara around because I thought they were pretty.

Started on vetran difficulty.

Infiltrator class, tried Vanguard and didn't like it, so I switched to this one. I like the sniper playstyle and used the spectre weapon. Tried hammer first and enjoyed it, but I wanted to learn better my aim, and hammer was too forgiving for that so I switcted.

The hunt for colossus armour was...painful- took many reloads but when I finally did it, it was so worth it. I didn't know much about powers and they looked intmidating so I avoided using them, but I still appreciated whenever my teamates used stasis.

It paid off, especially in ng+ when I had every colossus X armour for all teamates except Tali. I did end up taking Ashley everywhere during that playthrough and occasionally switching the second teammate since I planned on sacrificing her on virmire.

Tried hardcore in ng+, was fun but I was trying to speedrun things bc I messed up the Kaidan romance so I lowered it back to vetran.

First game Shep looked so adorable my god, I do miss the scar. I picked war hero background and headcanoned that it was the results of Elysium. Oh and earthborn too. Makes sense to have a gaint face scar while running around in gangs.

ME2

The ammo introduction helped ease me into the powers and I liked the cloaking mechanic because of its dmg boost. Still used sniper.

Cryo ammo team upgrade so the other two people get it, then I switch my weapon to either Heavy Disrupter or Tungsten.

X-98f Widow. I was kinda disappointed in how I got very few sniper choices and instead had to relay on separate upgrades, but oh well.

Cain was a stable always, the main goat in so many different scenarios I can't even begin. Especially OP in the grunt loyalty mission for the thrasher maw. Can't wait to try it in insanity.

For the armour, I didn't relay on them much. Most dmg came from seperate upgrades so i only wore whatever looked the best. I did have the helmet separation mod. The blood dragon was my favourite for a while tho! Mainly for its look.

I preferred whatever armor gave me more spare ammo since it meant the more enemies I could one shot with a sniper if I get a headshot, make every bullet count yk? And reloading was so tedious and didn't time well with my cloaking cooldown.

The N7 shadow armour looked amazing, second place is N7 Demolisher armour, and third Garmr heavy assault armour but that one might be modded and not vanilla, not sure.

I only worried about extra dmg or more ammo, everything else was ignored.

Kept same difficulty.

Thane, Mordin and Grunt were my favourite to take with me because of their dialogue. I did take Thane and Garrus with me to form a sniper trio a couple times, it was hilarious just 3 campers sitting behind covers on their cushy seats.

Only of Garrus stopped fucking switching his weapon every 5 seconds.

After getting legion, he became a constant, I even revisited old locations just to see if he has anything new to say.

Second game Shep was def more cunty, the bold eyelashes. Cerberus probably removed the scar :(

I left the surgery scars to heal on their own, but they eventually disappeared bc of my choices. I tried going more renegade to bring them back, but it became too OOC.

ME3

I haven't progressed much but so far, I'm really happy with the weapon options! So many new snipers and the power levels charts are back instead of annoying seperate upgrades hell yeah!

Plus, we get add-ons, which are very nice. I'm using the Black Widow, satisfying heavy shots, my beloved. Still picking armour based on looks but most of them look bad so- yeah.

I do use modded armour tho! Some are really pretty, especially the modded Ashley one. Anything that boosts power cooldown and headshot dmg for me is a winner.

It's a cycle of, cloak to get 40% dmg, shoot, reload, cloak to get 40% dmg, shoot, reload. And the cooldown matches perfectly with the black widow reloading so there is very little waiting. I can get my 40% bonus back on immediately after reloading.

Also I don't take any other weapons so the recharge speed bonus stays around a 100%. That's why I relay on incinerate when I run out of ammo since I don't have a pistol.

I noticed the focus on mele and I'm glad they are getting more attention, they deserve it tbh. I'm comfortable using powers now and I still do the same cryo bullets teamwide trick then switch to my own ammo.

I'm taking Javik everywhere! I love Javik, I will die for Javik, I will kill for Javik. Please ask me to kill for Javik, Please please please-

By third game I grew very comfortable with mods and added whatever ones I could find.

This is how it's going so far. I don't use tech or powers for dmg so I ignore them. Incinerate is there for when I run out of ammo since it does surprisingly decent dmg.

Using the thermal upgrade that lets you see enemies through fog, smoke and walls. Comes in handy when lining up the shot as they emerge from their cover or when they throw a smoke grenade. Still toying with the second upgrade choice but the enhancer one that slows down time for a bit seems good for now.

I tried my best to make a pretty Shepard and fix the mess the third game did to character creation, a lot of Shepard's face is adjusted bones and morphs through the save file editor.

You have to consider that this is what I started with

Eyelids clipping constantly through my eyes.

And this is after the bone and morph adjusts

I think I have decent aim now! I wanna replay the whole trilogy on insanity eventually, that's if Andromeda doesn't go on sale anytime soon. I'm still playing through the third and taking my time, this game is so fun.

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