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astralnymphh · 7 months

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fuck and pretend ౨ৎ

𖤐 .ellie williams with a breeding kink⊱.

౨ৎ "gon' make you a baby mama, hm?" 🌸

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⋆' summary; bright blessings, aphrodite. hazy harbor of your lust, loose ribbons, and smooth touch. a strawberry sun kisses the earth with its sunset, a gradient so divinely captured above your picket fence visible from the kitchen window. a front row seat to dusk settling as you get fucked, the soppy wet clashing of your loins erupts. ellie, with her goddess given right, will knock you the hell up.

⋆' cw; dom!ellie, horndog!ellie, farm!ellie, breeding kink obv, depictions of cum + spit + nipple play + slight food play + spanking + fondiling + very slight lactation kink + rough mannerisms + dirty talk + rough talk + cum kink-ish + gentle dominance + cocktip teasing + strap sex + fingering (r, barely) + finger sucking + multiple positions (bent over, on the counter) , 'her cock' used more than 'strap', some plot + backstory, very detailed descriptions of fucking, smut heavy, reader has fem style/wears skirt, petnames; babe, baby, mama(kinda), slut, whore(not in dialogue), bitch(not in dialogue)

⋆' pairing; farm!ellie x housewife!reader

⋆' a/n; i'm horny. ⋆' wc: 6.7k ellie's masterlist 𖤐

a brilliant orb in the sky permeates a hot singe to your skin, making a day meant for mundane mutilation of vegetable roots drinking up the rich soil, dreadful. oh how you longed to be inside with your girlfriend, ellie, the rufescent headed mutt that pawed you to take a break, on the bed, in her lap. 'later, baby.', you just had to say that. but no, you just had to work, huh? the autumn sun bearing tidings of a good harvest just had to sing an enchanting tune, lulling you to the outdoors.

a heap of green already lines your wheelbarrow, a yelling chance to dip and jump into ellie's arms, who ensconces her bottom to the pleasures of a springy sofa in the family room, scribbling away matters that clot her noggin. oh, it would be so divine to just die of exhaustion in her grasp, straddling that tepid lap beckoning a cozy seat, melding your fingertips with the tense ache that mantles her neck, while she lewdly palpates the chub fat of your ass she deems 'a cute tush' with those strapping hands of hers.

"fuck it." the barrows handles drop to the grassy ground, giving the produce in the basin a bit of a bumpy ride.

the most salivating notion wins, food, fucking food. you burst into that kitchen with a sugar craving, a hellacious craving that puppeteers your fingers to fondle the beige flour into a meshy dough, powdering up your fingertips til it caked under your nail. eugh.

a strawberry and cream pastry of crispy golden beige delight is your end goal, pictured to be a celestial five star treat in your rather delusive fantasies. the butts of ruby strawberries stabbed through as you pull the stems out, gleaming juices of a translucent pink coating up your fingers so sweetly, you just had to pop them in your mouth. sucking all that flavor off, like a fuckin' lollipop.

you drift your finger out clean, a long smack squeaking from your lips, and then hum in rumination, "hmm, lemons– or no lemons? lemons.. or no lemons?" quietly spoken, tossing your eyes between a ripe lemon and the pulped strawberry.

"no lemons," ellie, bearing the element of surprise, intrudes on your introspection. speaking with a low, coarse timbre, pitch breathy, "hi babe." her body is then suddenly pressed into your backside, hand slithering down your hip and caressing your pantyhose– clad thigh gently.

"oh shit– ellie!" you yelp, instinctively pushing your rump back on her groin devoid of purpose, "ya' spooked me.." a throaty whine thrums from you.

"nah– u're just easily spooked." her brows pinch opposingly, slowly creeping her jaw in the cornered nook of your neck, parched lips nipping the flesh with summery hot licks.

"hehe– that tickles.." you jerk away slightly from her scruffy tuft of coppery hair like a plume stroking your skin.

a smile grows pliable against your skin, "good.." muffled ellie, wet smacks eliciting from her hungry latch.

"bored of ur' journal?"

"uh–huh.."

"or just happy that I'm here?"

"mhm.." she dozily agrees, slinking her head off your scruff, "missed you' out there."

"oh, i bet." you frolick kittenly, snatching up the same strawberry you pulped through earlier to cut it, "got fucking tired of hauling that barrow 'round anyway." you complain, speaking with discernable strain in your tune.

"hmm." she hums in consideration, worried about the amount of work you lug on your shoulder from a day–to–day basis, "l'mme help."

her fingers cottonly twine through yours, biceps hugging yours, chin perched softly upon your neck, taking both the strawberry and knife from you and cutting it deftly, chhp, chhhp, chop!– goes the sound of buttery slices.

you slump your head aside, just relishing the warmth for a moment, at genuine peace that your girlfriend was there. she was so soft with you, softer than petals, gently domineering at any split mention of fatigue. laying the midday away on the couch? joins you instantly, pressing and kneading the tender skin of your swollen feet while discussing more than humdrum topics. stomach rumbling loud enough to raise the dead? she immediately rounded the kitchen's trim to cook you a plethora of meals, taking every picky craving into heavy consideration. indecisive about your outfit? she would glide an oaken chair up to the dresser, plant you on her lap– in your undergarments, and choose what she personally fancies, sneaky hand groping your thigh.

"there you go." she mutters ardent to your shoulder with throaty rasp, knife clanking as she sets it aside.

"thanks baby.."

"n'problem.." her lips fumble the words, settling on bespattering the biome of your stretched neck with wet kisses– subtly hungry ones, and reposes her arms to slink over your hips, enticing them closer into her groin.

you scoop one pile of diced strawberries into the gullies of both palms, letting them plummet into a plastic green mixing bowl, plop.. plop, humming a tune, "hmmmm…hhmhmmm…"

you hear her chuckle, a small vibration amassing the length of your skin with an accompanied smile growing.

"you laughin' at my song?"

"mhh, that's not a song." she criticizes, lips pursing into a bud.

"hmph, rude." you circle your eyes in offense, faintly swaying your hips while you pestle the fruit into a sweet puree.

her hips react and ungulate a sluggish grind into your rump, acting impassive to it, "s'bored.." she croaks, clammy forehead sticking to your jaw.

"hmm?"

she doesn't clarify, instead, begins to nick your neck with pinched lips, letting the skin gingerly spring out each time. her hips, however, grow rough– wanton. little bounces of her humps smush your thighs into the counter, mind clearly anchored in her imagination.

"els?"

her relentless chafing continues, piling up the fabric of your skirt into a creased mess which only gets worse when her hand wedges between your bodies, palming her crotch with a few squeezes, "mhhn.."

your fingers nearly slip off the pestle, the stimuli of her humps withering away that poise calmness, "baby.." you whine.

"so, so– bored, baby." her grubby mitts fall and knead the shallow flesh of your hip bones, applying detectable pressure in the crevice beneath your hip bone. smutty, balmy prints sunk into your skin.

this fucking horndog, this auburn maned lovergirl could never let you rest on a busy afternoon like today. all the time, she was just pleading for pussy– pussywhipped, grinding her pelvis on your thigh amidst cuddling, to nudging your butt against her groin with both hands, whenever you bend over. you can hear the indecencies boiling on her wicked tongue right about now, pleading for a tryst.

a long suspire whorls from your nostrils as you turn in her embrace, nudging her fervid laps off.

she pouts a petulance, wet lips sheer in the frosty panes light, "why'd you move?"

"talk t'me," wisped sweet like honey, "what's on your mind?" you lace your fingers with hers, swinging your linked hands side to side playfully.

she pours a groan out, screwing her lids tight and throwing her head back, "baaabbee.." ellie was plagued, at minimum. lewdly plagued. a notion that topped her mind and wouldn't let go.

you thought it was, temptingly cute. the way she reels her head back down, jarring her weary eyes open to beadily gaze upon you, lips parting moistly.

"i have this.." a sharp gust waves off her throat, humbled to even say this, "dirty fuckin' idea.."

"enlighten me."

"i just think.." her eyes deviate from yours, staring at the cupboard, "you'd be really hot as a mama." a hint of smokiness grits in her voice, gazing at you with the most haunting bedroom eyes known to womankind.

"oh really? that's illuminating." you knit your brows, feigning marvel.

"tcch–" her textured lips creak into a cresten grin, hissing shortly, "like.." her fingers flee yours, drifting two brawny grips on your waistline, inching closer with each idea she lists, "i could take care of you, start baths for you, cook you meals and carry you to–"

you intervene gently, "you say it like you can get me pregnant." and laxly cross your arms.

her forehead creases in offense, "uh, i mean," and eyes barrel roll to the ceiling, then on you, chiseling a smirk opulent with smutty intention, "don't need a baby t'do.. whatever."

"whatever?" your tune curls.

"could just.." she pulls your groin snug to hers, pelvis protruding farther than her torso, thighs melding together, "fuck, and pretend."

you blush, mouth gaping in muted elation observing the way she pushes her crotch into you, "so foul.." you giggle.

"so?" a hand lifts from your hip, notching your chin firmly up to face her, "can i convince you?"

"how?"

an absolutely mischievous look casts over her features at that 'how?' , prominent dimples that plot her next words to flow out.

"here," she releases your chin and swipes a grip on your wrist, jerking you forward as she tugs that hand between her legs, "feel that, baby?" whispering a fingerbreadth away, toasty breath misting like perspiration on your earlobe.

you palpate the inseam, knobbing over a phallic bulge with her hand guiding you. oh my goddess, she's been wearing that shit all day.

"can i fuck y'with it, hmm?" she begs, voice drenched with silken clemency, and leathery callousness– control awaiting your word, lips of coquetry avid to your ear.

truth of the matter, at the back of her perv–diluted noggin, she knows she can't exactly get you pregnant. however, that's the hidden perk nobody talks about. play the part, make it feel real, and it still sticks the same. she can fuck you over, and over– and over again, sow her seed and never reap the physical consequences.

that girl can pretend well.

you feel the heat clump on your cheeks, turned on by her forthright request, "here?" you question foxily, feeling the excitement slowly trickle through your loins.

"yeah– right on this fuckin' counter." unfiltered and dirty, so suddenly, so tantalizing. her hands pitch up and draw upon your skin like a woven page, lurking the entire span of both arms around your hips.

"god, els.." you cling your arms around her nape, chest pressing firmly on hers, "i'd fucking love that."

her face lit up brighter than all the stars combined. reclining brows, smug–smothered eyes, and the most uneven smirk to ever jerk her lips. a brightness– so carnal.

"yes.." sounded so relieved in her breathy mutter, wetting her chapped lips before she slinks onto yours, dragging hers over the plush of your buds with a passion.

"mhh..mh.." you moan onto her lips, pushing with tantamount force to her hungry kisses.

a wet smack snaps the huddled space as she parts, "can taste those strawberries, ooh~" she huskily frisks with arching brows, returning to your lips with a pucker and slobber.

all during your tepid makeout eggs you both on, pink muscles entwining, mouths nearly trying to swallow each other up, bodies rocking like a ship riding the tide– her willowy digits tuck under the fat of your asscheeks, groping and pulling the two globes apart in rounded circles tight enough to cleft the chub with creases, frilly fabric of your skirt snagging on the ridge of her bouncing palms.

"love' this cute tush." she states with a satisfied scratch in her voice, a deep laugh gusting onto your lips.

"a fuckin' slut for it huh?"

"yeah baby!" she halfway hollers into your mouth, gripping your asscheeks like crab claws and giving a good shake– featherlike slap included.

you buck your ass out for her usage, urged to wave your hips in a figure eight motion, which she really likes, too much maybe. a booming smack! resounds the kitchen as her hand draws back to indulge a harsher slap, rubbing the red streak left in its path.

you yelp throatily, spitting from her avid lips, "fuck! ellie.."

"hey– c'm back here." her head follows your retreating one, plastering your mouth sealed and tongue–fucking you with that pushy muscle worming past your teeth.

her horny ass just kept spanking both cheeks, which triggered a proud "mmm.. mhm…" to intone on your lips as you jolt in reaction, caressing the flush heat gathered by each whack.

"more?"

"ghhnn– elli.."

"fuckin' take more." she veers that hand back and lands another blow, creeping over your shoulder to perv at the nylon–confined skin. right, your pantyhose.

you tuck and bat your lashes in the crook of her neck, whining right into the ears eager to hear you break.

but, she couldn't do that with all this fabric, could she now?

"nice.. but.." her grubby claws then prod the cloaked crack of your ass, a shrill ripping through the air as she tears a massive hole in your pantyhose– wholly for better access, now exposing your full behind.

you quench a lapse in your throat, "oh, my god." and peek over to eyeball the torn material, noticing how discolored your butt has become and poking your hip out.

"hurt too much?"

"n–no.." you swallow again, reverting your pupils to her, "hurts just right.."

she smirks merry to one cheek, hollowing an alto, "makes' you a dirty fucking slut, amiright?" spoken on a crescendo, second–guessing with her lips gravitating back to yours, but she pauses.

it dawned on her.

something even more impure tethers her attention, down– down, on that chest of yours.

the rustiling of fabric chafes as her hands slide from torturing that delicate rump further, then splutters, "take ur' fuckin' tits out, 'gunna suck on them." just straight up, stern edge like metal to her tone.

no hesitation hurdles your hands, straying from her neck you pleat your shirt over your head and stretch back to unclasp your bra with a pinch, letting it tumble off your chest and hit the ground with a padded thud. the gale of cold air hardens your nipples, perking up two nice targets for ellie to ogle– both in sight, and in taste.

a sweet– tart taste.

"hmm," ellie's pupils wander off your drooped chest and fixate on the separate dish of intact strawberries, glowing pink in the dying suns' radiance. her elbows straighten and forearm extends towards these gems of interest, scooping one up with her thumb, index and middle combined.

"what are you doing with my–"

"shh, just watch." her prudent fingers then toughen and squash the berry above your clavicle, letting the barmy pink liquids squeeze through her knuckles and drip onto your chest.

a gasp dries your throat, "ellie!"

a few mashed bits plunk down amongst the heavy fall of berry juices, managing to drizzle down the rise of your breast and split over your nipple. mission success? though now the victim strawberry– squelched to a gross chunk, makes a home chucked into the handy trash bin.

ellie licks her lips and stares dead straight on your hardened nipples. itching for a taste of that strawberry deluge.

"fuck.." her throat quivers, taking no time in searing the distance between her tongue and your breast promptly with a hunched back, bringing her heart–shaped pucker to the strawberry–saturated nub and locking on, sucking hard, making you jerk. ellie definitely has a thing for this.

"was wasting that strawberry– mhhf'– worth it?" you sport a quip quickly, the small vacuum sensation on your nipples only just starting to nip that pleasure kernel in your brain.

it definitely was. cause ellie had already vampire–suckled all the flavor off your bud, now snaking her tongue up the excess stream of juices and retreating back. those juice–coated lips squelch open, muttering, "so' fucking worth it."

so fucking worth the lady boner penned behind that zinc rivet.

her lips wrinkle around your other nipple, opening and closing her mouth around the bud with a slow nutate of her head. inside her mouth was so warm, so wet, and the fleshy texture of her lips felt fucking riveting. the stimulated twang of salacity brought in the form of sucks and licks has your pussy sappy and caked in precum, and ellie could tell how wet you've gotten by the yearning chafe of your thighs, so she forcefully wedges her knee there– making you grunt at the pressure, and her giggle at your response.

you card your fingers through her hairline, fondling her autumn tuft while she sucks that swelling nipple dry, causing an 'mmhhh.' to vibrate from the depths of her lungs, guttural on your boob. one of her hands rove up and cusps the same boob against the webbing of her thumb and pointer, squeezing the blubber of mass further into her wet rosy hole– like she's genuinely sucking something out of them– thirsty, her parched tongue laps a gloss of gleaming saliva over the bumpy node, determined to have you unravel.

"oh, els.. baby~" you tug on her hair, piqued by the blossoming ache in your clit raring for ellie to just get on with it.

"mhhpghmm.." her lips suction with a pop, roads of ruby red mottled on her cheeks from your angle. so eager to toy with that forming arousal, but with persuasive control. "s'this convincing enough?"

you toss your head back, extending the curved surface of your neck, "i'm already convinced.." you gasp for air, surfing a breathless moan behind the carry of your voice.

another pop sound has her lips wandering up from that sensitive bump and craning to your lips, taking advantage of the situation. her fantasies overrun that dirty mind of hers, aching mentally– and physically, to have that pussy engulfing her thickset cock. to fuck you raw. fortunate for her, you were already won over by the rough terrain of her tongue setting you over the edge.

"m'kay baby.." her humid syllables shudder over the span of your midface, promptly, churning into a demanding growl. "turn around, n' bend over the counter. doin' it right here, c'mon." her words usher you and fingers force you, contorting your hips with her steely grip without even giving you the chance to move yourself, other hand reaching over to knock the bowl of strawberries– now scattered across the tiles like the starry sky.

you wobble around on your ankles as she bucks you into the counters' rounded steel rim, laying her palm plumb between your shoulder blades and pinning you down, pitching a yelp from you when the cold surface practically freezes your nipples.

that's when you realized, she wasn't playing around.

ellie's spindly fingers pleat your skirt up with a swat, then drift down to catch and tuck in the lacy band of your panties and tug hard, pulling the thread to the point of frayed snapping– without giving you a wedgie– until she could remove it from your hips through the hole in your pantyhose, chucking it somewhere east of you. now she could gape at everything. the bare truth of your engorged pussy rearing for her, splayed out like a whore. nuder than an amaretto.

and it made her giggle in gratification, lugging that adams apple around with her wheezy laugh.

"look at 'chu bent over like this," she gruffily awes at your ass jacked to her hips, golfing up a 'hawwkkk' and a 'puh!' as she aims a spit down the crack of your ass.

it streamlines through the canyon of your backside 'til it mixes with the slick of your slit. can't let it go to waste, so– she jams the soapy spit into your hole, to which you clamp her in.

a jerky chuckle croaks from her chest, rustiling her mullet with each jounce, "sensitive now, are we?"

"ellie–"

"okay, okay– i'll stop." she slides her fingers out, popping them in her mouth while she observes you from this lewd position.

in the sorbet light, you were gorgeous. cunt dripping nectar like a waterfall to your thighs, ass hiked up and sloping into the plateau of your back. you looked so perfect. perfect for her hands to melt into. perfect for her cock to sheathe into. just divine. positively divine.

"alright.." her voice rattles deep, slightly muted in a gulp after tasting your cunt on her tongue, swishing her spit around to pick up every note of flavor.

moments later, you hear the metal clank of a buckle jingle from behind, the prongs strike the floor as her jeans clump up at the base of her ankles, blanketing her feet. then, a silicone tip slots it's bulbous nature between the top of your thighs, smacking up onto your slickened labia playfully.

"god– it's like a fuckin' waterpark back here babe."

her feet scoot closer, poking the chub of your globes with her jutting hip crests, enraptured in the pure way your folds already look like they want to swallow her up. they faintly part as the silicone cockhead smears your arousal from clit to hole, hole to clit. a half–moon smile dilates into the apples of her cheeks, prideful. a smirk you can hear loud and clear in her dirty, outrageous comment.

"gonna knock that pussy up, hmm? gonna fuck a pair of twins in you so good baby~" she coos, delirious seeing the head of her cock slosh around the fat lips of your pussy, grooving two concentrated lines between her brows and wagging her peachy muscle wedged in her lips. she was like a devil in heaven, and you an angel in heat. two strapping grips slap and clutch onto your ass, the fat bulging through each finger gap, calloused fingertips blending with the texture. her knees bend to crouch her hips slightly, dragging the hem of her brown button–down up by the protrusion of your ass as she aligns her frame level to your cunt. one hand drops down to catch hold of the faux cock and toys the rim of your gummy hole, sinking the head in just barely.

your sensitive entrances' involuntary answer to this scant plugging of your hole clenches the tip up fast, sucking it further in. ellie loved that. loved how your pussy was taking her without a halt. a love so dazing, she begins slipping and inserting the head only, eyeing the contracting hole gorging over the rotund spade each and every small thrust.

a whiny complaint trebles off your gullet, "are y'putting it in? baby.. please." but the petulance in your plea just rouses ellie up– excessively.

ignoring you, her focus tunnels solely on the tight hole kissing her cock in intervals, pleating up her earth brown shirt to eye her constricting muscles speckled in freckles, the pale blue–glossy v–line cadreing her hunter green cock that only deepened the lines in her abdomen with each pump. with her gaze aimed downwards, she speaks directly downwards, "be a good pussy and take my cock, yeah?"

that was her game. her conflicting game. the only words you heard before she fastens the dick bulky in her wrapped grip and lugs her entire length inside, blowing your vulva thin with how straining her size was. wow. a sight she froths over.

"mhm–" she continues, tensing her chords up to flow out a breathy, gritty, whisper, "take my cock like a good pussy."

you feel the force impact your cervix straightaway, globs of clear lubricant slip and pool through the slim opening her cock barely provides and drips onto your thigh, cold and sticky, marks like paint. "ellie– h'oh fuck!" you wail in the stinging sensation of sudden brimming, which only drives her to crack another slap blistering red on your ass, "eeah!" you squeak, tears scorching the shoreline of your blurred eyes.

she wanted a tear to slip out. she wanted a cohesive sign that her cock felt tight, warm, filling. a kind of filling that bumps your stomach, makes you feel pregnant. cause you would be, take my word for it.

ellie analyzes the new ring of creamy serum wrapping her base like a ribbon of white lace, milky delight. it fades as she drags her length out, and bubbles when she sheathes back in. nothing could stop her finger from sampling the slimy slick, but, no. not this time.

in her mind, that's her precum. her sperm. not a drop should be dripping out of you.

"g'nna fuck my seed– so, so.. deep."

and by her word, she knurls her torso into a convex bend as she swathes over you, cottony shirt to back, tickling your flesh. like a dog licking your ear, she mashes the lobe of your ear with her soaked lips. chanting a one–lined hymn in your ear as her cock skids along your ridged walls and returns with a pumping rhythm, keeping your pelvis steady in her slack grip.

"makin' you–" slap, slap, slap, "a mama'," plop, plop, plop, "with my c-cock.. no–one else's." her huffs fan the baby hairs near your ear, lips brushing so dearly on the conch. each sticky bop of your hips plays like a hand smacking water, bringing shame to the ears of every wall witnessing this dirtier–than–porn event.

your features tog up into a woozy countenance. lips wedged open like an orange slice, pupils reading your upper lashes like a string of musical notes, head jiggling with each lavish pump into your pretty little pussy. it feels so fucking good. spurts of pleasure that make you wish on every damnable star for her to actually get you pregnant. the way she fucks you like this, all pathetically horny with her own ass clenching into each thrust. you'd take her babies in a yoctosecond.

her bushy brows curl and furrow in enthrallment, enthralled by every honeyed whimper she pulls out of you with her dick. it fed her ego, the greedy ego telling her she is impregnating you. each vein, bumpy on the creasing skirt of your blushing hole shaped to fit her cock, felt so real– it hurts. ellies' had enough. she skims her palms just a hairbreadth down the planet of your ass to sink her talons in the supple crevice of your hip and thigh, held hard enough to move you. this meant only one thing.

ellie was tired of playing it safe.

her torso pastily unsticks from your back, casting a gray shadow with her hover, grunting, "listen– t'me," her hips sway and punch with heftier, vehement– stickier thrusts, the fat plastic cockhead sending a flux of pressure with each smash into the tacky wall of your vagina, "answer– d'ya think, mhh– our kids will have auburn hair, like me? frhm– freckles, like me? my eyes?"

the constant abuse to your cervix chokes up your throat, warbling and going "guh, guhp– unh! fhhummk.." with your flaccid lips damp in slob, like a filthy mess of a bitch.

wrong answer.

you should have just offered up her name in an exaggerated moan instead.

the extent of her hand extracts from your hips– not without her gift of nail–birthed sickles indenting your skin like scales, and coils back to whack your vainly treated glute. it makes your vision go white, tenderizes your skin and makes you scream.

"n–nnono, els–"

"so– no they won't look like me?" she laughs to herself, and it almost sounds– amusingly disappointed.

"n– yes, yes! they w–"

your throat then nearly guzzles her fingers base knuckles deep, muffled and choking on their stacked width.

"just shut up." ellie warns in a gruff. thing is, she knows that as long as her thickset tip keeps slamming into that assaulted cunt– she'll never hear the end of it. and that's the best part. confliction.

the counter was virtually warming up on your compressed cheek from how long you were in that position. slippery sweat dampened a puddle under your face in a thin pellucid coat. from your current view, you could only see her wrist pushing on your chin– cranking your jaw ajar, and her humping motions bleary in your peripherals. not like seeing her was necessary, you already felt her through and through.

ellie, with her hips strapping you down in prolonged rams that cause a sharp sear on the hind of your thighs, with the downright sedative pleasure brought by the bumping base to her neglected clit, finds herself earnestly thinking about how a family would look on this farm. her baby, growing in you. her kids, skipping through these rustic halls. her wife, devout enough to nurture them through childhood. but on the perverted hand, her cock fucking a future generation into you, 'her' pussy gluttonous enough to consume it up to the hilt, her whore, eager enough to be the cumbucket to breed as she pleases.

she's gonna breed you like the horndog she is.

but you want to be full of her offspring.

"baby–" a stiff moan pours from her lips, and she glides her cock and digits out. snow white cream follows in strings, strung to her shaft and springs out like paint splatter on the ground as her strap bounces down to a flaccid level. wow. she moans again, this time, breathlessly, "baabby.. get'on th' counter.."

"hmmuh?" flubbed you, barely able to see the picket fence outside the kitchen window through your graying haze– shapes blurred and melted into each other.

"said," the lone grip on your hip is replaced with the clammy bend of her elbow, tucking under your womb and flipping you around, "on' the counter." and lugs you hurriedly onto the sudor–coated surface with her grasp under your knees. her hands flatten on either side of your shaky thighs– vividly like jello– as her torso huddles close in your space. now that she could see your face, it was sexually comical.

doe–eyed and glossed, lids puffy and red. patterns of your own saliva glissade down your chin and gleam in the soft light behind you. so hot.

her teeth bear in a parted smirk and she drunkenly stumbles her face down. then, she notices something. a pearly strand of sleek cum trickling over your perineum. like a melted popsicle, you drip everywhere, all over that counter space.

ellie's tongue ticks on the roof of her mouth, sighing, "mmh' fuck, pussy dripping everywhere– clean this counter afterwards, won't you?" spoken like a silken demand, index pointing at the mess.

you keenly nod, squinting with those weepy eyes as you try to discern the moving colors of your girlfriend right as she heaved her fat cock right back inside. stars. stars heat you skin and strike your vision. a night of black spots burn through your eyes and caper around– obscuring ellie's blissed out face. you were already fucked out from the last position, so fucked, you nearly came at the meaty expansion of your aching hole.

ellie could tell, and that was her cue. her goddess given cue to bottom out. the friction of her girth akin to a fist stuffing you up was pushing up on your g–spot, and that knocked a tear out. the ones lashing at your ducts to release, finally did.

you couldn't feel anything else– anything, but her cock.

moist sloshes cram up the space between you too, smacking and dragging as before. faster, harder, her hips never lapse and pick up the speed. tapping you out like a nozzle draining syrup from a tree, gushing and coating her cock beautifully. smack– smack– smack– goes her groin deluged in your sweet sex juices connecting like webs with each bash of your hips.

on comes a dirty row of her impudent and vile comments– barely stable voice from how fast she pumped, all tepidly whispered on your neck.

"knockin' that fhckin' pussy up– huh?"

you can feel the warmth radiating off her face a breath away, a cheek–length strand of hair now sticks to the sweat veiling her hairline. pores beading with glassy perspiration. just as red as you. huff, huff, gasp.

"that pretty pussys' mine– mhh, all mine."

ellie's palms leave two clammy prints on the marble slab when her fingers pop off and clasp your pelvis. with this grip on you, she pushes your hips hard on her relentless pounds. no wall of your vagina lacks a thrashed kiss from her dick, your hole was just too tight for any air pockets. that tight. just pure ush–gush.

"god' m'sucha dirty slut for ur' pussy, such a fucking whor– ughhn!– wantin' to make you–a mama." grizzled her in a lower voice, but still so rough, sweating and huffing like a dog in heat.

the cupboards creak and squeak, scarcely bearing the racket she induced with her fucking into you.

the intensity marches on.

"els– els, I'm gonna cum.."

it was nice to hear, but she was infinitely more focused on cumming herself. she was close. very close. eyes screwed tight in the straps kickback digging her clit with firm pressure, knuckles flushed white as they bent and tried to carve into your hips. ellie couldn't get enough of you.

"yeah– me too, nghh~"

her own slick begins to lather up her crotch, sticking up that auburn bush, dripping off the strapbase and staining the crinkled jean pile directly underneath her.

the kitchen reeked of cunt– yours and hers. delicious sex miasma. the scent of raw arousal coats your nasal cavity, lulling you both to climax– two hearts on the same beat.

but there was one thing. one thing you could give her, that'd change your lives from there on out.

"baabe–" a shallow utter gusts from her lips, shuddering, "can' i fuck you– god, fuck you like this? mate you– make babies with you, more often?" her voice warbles, fighting back the breath that wanted to give away.

the plunging and swelling of her dick parting your walls made it potently harder to answer– but, you creak, taking all the breath she would give you, mouth to mouth.

"yes, ellie– i want to have them."

her eyes squinted ever so slightly, sharpening, pupils blown. a wicked, scantily–contained smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, a glint in her eye revealing the excitement she felt by your words. in a heartbeat, her lips met with yours– wisping and wetting each other up.

but it was no feat to the sudden acceleration of her pistoning hips.

ellie's lips withdraw, moaning rigidly with buffering pants, "gon' make you a baby m–mama' now– ooh fuck!" feeling the same rise to orgasm tighten her stomach.

"yes– yes! unh‐ uh fuck, ughh!"

the clanging cupboards bang and thud as they do, but your moans eventually clamor up over them. her cock, sought the last final blows to your gummy ring inside, gathering up all that viscous serum in strings stuck to her bulbous head. this was it. she was finally getting her reward– viscously.

"love you–"

it tightens.

"s'much–"

it pulls.

"thank y– unngghh!"

she snaps.

your thighs convulse and lock around her hips as she buries her dick deep inside, plugging that bruised–to–hell mucousy cervix up. a high so heavenly it curls your body up to hers, cumming all over that filthy fucking cock in clear spurts, plashing all over the veiny shaft that had you weeping moans.

ellie had came too, matter of fact, all over the floor.

a dense and husky moan grates from the lowest region of her diaphragm, "hhhggn– uhhugh– fuck, baby."

her eyes grew taut and scrunched in ecstasy, jutting her hips and clenching her ass to ride out the orgasm. a spew of her release taints the straps footing and leaks down her thigh, saturating in her skin. veins popped in her gripe, incisors bit her lip nearly hard enough to break skin, and eyes twitched back tenfold, casted heavenward.

a sunset clasps the shingle roof from above, depicted so innocently behind the pane, unknowing to what has come of you two.

the moment softens.

and you're left with two fatigued bodies.

her arms loosen and flop on your sprawled lap, and her head finds a collapsed purchase on your shoulder. ellie's chest rose, fell, and rose again, swallowing up all the air her lungs lost in the heat.

"think I just died," she dramatically heaves from her chest, gulping up the pooled spit in the trenches of her gums. a giggle shakes her, "hehe~ did you die?" she jests, nudging her limp hand to your shank.

the words carrying to your ears mish–mashed into an agglomeration of sounds strewn from her actual sentence, "there's n'pie in the oven.." you slur breathlessly, tongue nearly lifeless in the pit of your mouth.

ellie tries her darndest to compress the laugh grizzling from her throat, still winded, "w-what babe?" her head tilts to gawk at you.

"god i'm so dizzy.."

she blows a raspberry from her lips and knits her brows– amused. of course she's a tad worried your energy had been worn from the fucking, but, that's the funny part. she actually did that. her buzzy voice coaxes you back to animation, "want some'in to eat?"

wait.

that's literally what you came in here for.

wait.

you peek at the green dome next to you, toppled over with dotted strawberry wedges scattered all over the stony tile– and your strawberry jam. really ellie? a pout cockles your lips into a plumper shape, notching your head on a slope, "did'ju knock over.. all of my strawberries?"

she swings her head 'round, feigning innocence, "umm– nope, wasn't me." puffing up her cheeks.

"ellie."

she blows tersely, "i didn't!" and throws her hands up defensively– in playful spirit.

"and you ruined my panties!" you scold lightheartedly and jab your heel in the back of her thigh– a little bit of punishment.

"ow!"

a reaction spurns from your lips, replaced by a jaded expression of hushed brows and trying lips that curl your face into one of, content. ellie forced a few puffs to spill from her open oval lips, hereafter curling into that same shit–eating grin that knows she's guilty– chuffed by herself.

then it wanes. wanes like the moon bearing its shrouded cycle. she softens up, softer than the bunny hopping across thick green grass in the season of beltane. this felt more fundamental to her than you might think, but, caring for you was her duty of worship. ever since that day she met you– the evening plait with a crimson ember engulfing air at the center of an autumntime bonfire in jackson. cold perspiration stuck to the glass held in your hands, talking the very ears off every owl present to listen. you had shared, sung, flirted, and saved the kiss for later. a later spent in her bed, all night– rising at dayspring, where she asked you to be her girlfriend at the foot of her door, just as you took your leave.

every wound you tended to, she tended to yours, and led you here. on this farm. in your own realm of heaven.

"but seriously– do you want something to eat?"

"yeah, i'll um.." you shoo her away from her parked poise between your legs, sliding your weight off the counter with a heft of your forearms pushing you off, "clean the counter." your toes ease onto the floor with a shaky wobble, unable to even straighten your legs out at first. damn, ellie, what have you done.

"yeah, nuh–uh," she briskly bends at the torso and bars her robust arms underneath your mid–back and in the fold of your knee, sweeping you off your heels.

"els, what the f–"

she tousles her woody auburn mullet in a wag of her head, crunching you up closer with her biceps, "you, babe– are going to rest. i'll clean the counter." her brows raise at the end of her emphasized sentence, a silent 'capeesh?'.

her amenability never ceases to blossom those heartstrings of yours.

"yeah, yeah.." your eyes toss around the rim of your brow bone, and land back on her in time to spot a chuckle churn her watermelon pink lips.

those lips then settle and purse into a pucker, idly sidiling her face plumb to your forehead and peppering a moist kiss, pulling back slowly with unhindered affection tugging the corner of her lips into a satisfied smile.

"see? m'taking care of you. just as if–"

"if i was pregnant?"

"mhm.."

"you want it that badly?"

".."

"well– maybe.. jackson has some adoptable kids?"

now you're just feeding that fantasy of hers.

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Forgive Me if I break You | Zoro x Reader | Part II

Part I

Trigger warnings: Domestic assault, Alcohol, verbal abuse , physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT ! MINORS DNI !

*THERE IS A GRAPHIC DEPECTION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN THE FIRST FLASHBACK, IF NOT COMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP. (the last line is the most important anyway)*

A/N: Thank you for all the support I've gotten at the start of this series, I was so nervous no one would be interested lol. I hope this part lives up to your expectations.

Request: Open

Word count: 5K

Leave a comment if you enjoy :)

The cold of the ice pack stings against your cheek, almost as much as the insults lodged in your throat with nowhere to go. Harshly, you swallow them down, having to reacclimate to the taste of stifled feelings. Almost completely forgotten in those two months.

You're in your shared bedroom, sitting in Lee's lap. Your head lays against his chest. With how tenderly he stroked your hair, you're almost able to imagine care in his touch. Pretend it is the swordsman who caresses you so tenderly. Lee places a soft kiss to your cheek, laying his head against yours.

"I'm sorry, y/n ... I didn't mean to lose my temper." He coos. In the past six months he never came up with any other excuse. Always an apology then an explanation of why it was your fault.

"It's jus’- you embarrassed me in front of our guests, interrupting me like that. You know I hate when you do that- and that fucking swordsman clearly has feelings for you."

Lee is almost completely lost in his rambling, and you think for a moment you will get relief from this puppet show he has forced you into. But the mention of Zoro has you going stiff.

"It's disgusting. a lowlife pirate thinking he can have what is mine. I forbid you from seeing him, do you understand?"

"Yes dear." you respond.

As if the swordsman wanted anything to do with you now. Not after what you've done to him- not after he has seen how pathetic you are. The future world's best swordsman deserves more than someone like you.

"I'm so glad you're home." Lee pivots. "I can't believe I thought you left me-"

Lee lets out a chuckle as though the thought is inconceivable. In spite of your rigidness, the chief takes a deep breath to relax into the headboard. Each chuckle that leaves his mouth tightens your shackles. Reaffirming what you already know- you aren't going anywhere.

"Is that what happened to the countryside?" You ask meekly. Fearful of the answer, but so desperate for the truth. "Did you burn the lemon grove to punish me?"

"... Yes."

Tears swell in your eyes as you pull away to look at the merciless man in front of you. A man who would bathe in your blood with no remorse. So desperate for your obedience he is willing to strip the last memories of your mother away from you as punishment . Did not need proof of your transgressions, his outrage evidence enough to justify his actions.

The chief uses the edge of his thumb to swipe the shallow tears brimming in your eyes.

"We can replant all of them my love, even more, now that you are home. "He lets his thumb sweep over your cheek and lips before he draws away.

Still he wears no semblance of remorse. No guilt or shame for what he's done. For the villagers - his people- homes destroyed in the crossfire of his rage. Couldn't care less about the massive amounts of nature he burned to ash in the name of revenge. Their forfeiture was a consequence of your decision to act so selfishly. It was all your fault-

Why should the chief feel apologetic?

"And the villagers?"

Lee leans in to gently place another kiss to your cheek. As though his kisses can ease the pain of his strikes. Something in you wants to believe he is trying to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. The more nihilistic part of you knows you are only searching for the swordsman's affection in Lee 's actions. Actions that only encompass power and control, that force obedience. Lee rests his forehead head against your head so that his lips are centimeters away from your ear.

"I told you, what I would do if you left- I thought you called my bluff, honey …"

Your mouth went dry at the sight. How- You thought- there was no time to waste musing through all the precautions you thought you followed. Not when your husband stood in front of you disproving their effectiveness.

"What is this?" He asked, pointing over to the bed.

There is an empty duffle bag clutched tight in his left hand- your duffle bag. Its contents scattered on the bed sporadically. A couple thousand berry, a map, exactly two changes of clothes, and a log pose. Everything you needed for a seamless departure.

"I- don't know how it- I-" You were too caught off guard to lie, too unprepared to conjure up an excuse on the fly. Instead you stood fumbling like an idiot trying to figure out how Lee could have possibly just stumbled upon your stash.

"What is it?!" The chief shouted, this time throwing the duffle bag so that it landed at your feet. Before you could answer, he was already stalking toward you. Soon his hands were wrapped around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. You'd wince in pain if the man had allowed you any wiggle room.

"Were you trying to leave me?" he growls.

"No-" you tried to muffle through your clenched jaw. the word only coming out as a strained cry.

He looked unconvinced. That darkness you're too familiar with started to fill his eyes. It made you begin to question what in you was so naïve enough to think you could escape. Lee moves his hand from your cheek to wrap his arm firmly around your waist. His opposite arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"You want to leave me?" He snarled.

Your head shook ‘no’ so vigorously you almost forgot it was a lie. Just trying to appease the chief, to be spared from his wrath. It did not work. Lee was already starting to walk backward , dragging your body along easily despite your protests. This time you were sure.

He was going to kill you.

Lee easily kicked open the French doors leading to the balcony. Your kicking and screaming, posing as no defense against your husband. He drags you, until your torso is pressed against the balcony railing and he is forcing your head over to look at the drop.

"This is your only way out. If you want to leave me tell me now and I'll throw you over myself.... Say it!"

"I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave." The words repeated from your mouth like an incantation. Barely made out through your cries.

It was enough to make the chief release you, letting your limp body fall to the concrete. He stared down at you with a satisfactory smile before bending at the knees. The gentleness in his touch as he swept the hair out your face is always a precursor to his cruel threats.

"I'll burn this whole village to the ground if you try to leave again. Do you understand me?" He snarls. "Slowly, one by one I will burn every region until you return to me. I will force you to watch everyone, everything , burn because you decided to be fucking selfish."

Another kiss is planted to your cheek before the whisper of Lee's voice commands your attention back to him. A shiver of a sigh escaping your lips at the painful memory.

"I can rebuild their homes... would you like that?"

You nod, letting the tears stream your face. You can feel Lee's smirk against your skin when he kisses the streaks. As though he is giving his approval of your reaction, your emotion. The whites of his fingers dig into your waist to hold you close. His grip does not lessen when you start to sob.

This is how he loved you. Broken. Tattered. Hopeless. An ode to his power, to how much he controlled you.

"Okay, Honey, first thing in the morning."

Water trickles down your chin and onto the sink. You had washed your face six times trying to get the feeling of Lee's hands off you. A futile attempt. His touch would be seared onto you forever.

You trace your cheek while staring into the vanity. There's some relief in not seeing a mark. Probably have your hiatus to thank for Lee's sudden mercy on you. At least you won't be subjected to questions. Trying to conjure up on the spot cover ups come morning, as to not incriminate your husband.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth. You would sob if you weren't so convinced you deserved this. The stinging of your face, the burning of your throat, the stabbing feeling in your chest. This must all be just a fraction of what you imposed on Zoro. The guilt in you leaves little room for other emotions, especially self pity.

How dare you believe a life waited for you beyond these cities' walls. Stupid, stupid, stupid- Foolishly thinking you could escape the future both your father and husband have mapped for you.

You curse the two month departure for giving you a glimpse of how good freedom could feel. For bringing the swordsman into your life when he is so undeserving of the burden you pose. For finally giving you hope just to later rub it in your face.

"Lady Misatori." A small voice quips from the other side of the bathroom door. A knock follows to further force your attention.

A housekeeper stands on the other side. She can barely meet your eyes. A piece of notebook paper is folded into a tight square in her fingers , she is extending it out for you to grab. It trembles in her hands, giving way to the anxiety she is failing to hide.

"Thank you." You mutter. The maid looks relieved to hear her question-free dismissal.

When you open up the note you immediately recognize the handwriting. Had seen scribbled recipes written on loose leaf paper, and napkins enough to note it as Sanji's.

'Mosshead wants to talk- garden 10 minutes .'

The woman's trembling is finally put into perspective. Fearful of what her role in sneaking around the chief could mean for her. Briefly you wonder what the cook could've said to convince the woman to do this. Had his charm really been strong enough to get the woman to forgo all her senses? Part of you wishes to relish seeing Sanji's flirting finally meet with intrigue, but the insistent need to lay eyes on Zoro replaces the thought.

It has you stumbling out of the bathroom as quickly as you could. Forever grateful that in all his control Lee had found it fitting to give you a private bathroom.

It is dark, and wet. Leaves crunch and crumble beneath your feet as you walk the maze-like garden. The unpaved path is bordered with mountainous rose bushes that block your view of any direction, but front and back. The red flowers bloom so fruitfully they encroach your space on the pathway. The weather has gotten considerably cooler in the night, forcing you to pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders. Regretting that the rush had made you grab the first thing with sleeves you saw.

A sigh leaves your lips exhaustedly. Surely the cook was mistaken. There was no sign of the swordsman anywhere. Maybe he had changed his mind about wanting to talk. Decided the risk isn't worth the reward. That you aren't worth the breath-

You hit an intersection on the path, and before you have the opportunity to turn left, there is a tight grasp around your arm. The force pulls you back, nestling you into the bushes behind you as you still. Once you gain your composure and are able to open your eyes, you’re met with the swordsman.

His left hand is wrapped firmly around your right arm, his other rest in the bush beside your head. Zoro has you caged. Trapped with nowhere to run. No place to hide. No escape.

"Husband?" He fumed. "Have you just been fucking around with me?"

"Zoro..." You plead, reaching out to grasp his cheek. He does not let you. Releases his hold on you to take a step back before your fingers land on him. The look on his face seethes of betrayal.

"Answer me!" The pirate barks. You flinch at the tone of his words, your eyes shutting closed. It takes a minute to gather yourself. You have never heard Zoro's voice void of any affection.

You swallow your own tears . Shove down your discomfort to accept accountability for your actions. Even if all you want to do is hold the swordsman once more. Hear his heart thump in his chest. Hear him say he loves you.

"I should have told you. I am so sorry I hurt you Zoro. "

The pirate scoffs, clearly not satisfied with your answer. He is shaking his head in disbelief, eyes burrowing into yours.

"You lied to me. You told me you loved m-"

"I Promise Zoro, I love you. I love you so much. so much." You beseech.

The swordsman seems even more tortured by your testament. His hands find his skull to dig his fingers into his scalp. As if trying to ground himself for only a moment at the reeling thoughts.

"Does he know that? That you love me, that you're mine?"

When you don't answer the frustration builds in the swordsman. He lets out a pained laugh that morphs into more of a choke. His expression is filled with disbelief.

"You're not mine." He speaks as if he is speaking to himself. "You're his."

"That is who you want to spend the rest of your life with? He talks to you like shit- the dirt beneath his shoes and you smile through the whole thing. The man who thinks you're his accessory- That is the man you love?"

Zoro badgers you. Moving his tongue as piercingly swift as you're sure, he can wield his swords.

"I do not love that man." You choke.

"Then why?" The swordsman shouts. His exclamation wakes the small birds that have chosen the garden as their resting place. The sounds of their wings flapping away from the conflict fills the air. "Y/n ... why are you doing this to me?"

There is a frailness to his voice you don't recognize. Something so breakable about the way he utters your name. In the two months you had spent with Zoro you had never seen him show this much emotion.

"Zoro, if I could stay on the beach with you forever... I would. But I can't. I have people who need me-"

"I need you!" He professes, throwing his arms in the air.

The way that Zoro bares his scars to you , when you could not do the same in return physically pains you. You force down the tears that dare to surface at his confession. Who were you to be hurt in a situation you hand crafted? To cry in the presence of a man who held his broken heart in his hands with hopes, you would fix it.

There's an immense sadness in your restraint, how you're able to still your body though every bone in you wants to wrap around him. Reciprocate all the comfort Zoro so willingly gives to you. But this is not the beach-

"I'm so sorry Zoro. I'm so sorry." Your eyes shift to the ground. The tears are so much harder to fight off when you can see the confusion under his saddened expression.

Zoro cups your cheeks in his hands and for a fleeting moment there is no anger. There are only kisses shared under the stars, gasps fallen onto the sand, words of endearment lost to the wind. Love. For a second Zoro stares at you and there is only love.

"I don't want apologizes- " There's a shake in his breath. " I want you to tell me why I have to watch another man touch you. Why he gets to hold you tonight instead of me. Tell me why you keep saying you love me, but you're going home to another man. Tell me the fucking truth!"

Even in his anger you can hear the worry in the pirate's voice. It takes you by surprise. Maybe malice hasn't taken up the space of affection in Zoro's heart after all. Maybe in all his poking and prodding Lee had only brought concern out of the first mate. The sweet sentiment physically aches. You turn your head, breaking free from his grasp.

"Leave Zoro- take your crewmates and go. I'm only going to hurt you if you stay, so please- go."

"... Is he why you need the sun to feel free?"

You're caught off guard by the swordsman's questions. Don't expect to hear your words echoed from his mouth. "Free". You could almost laugh hearing the word now. Freedom? What did you know about freedom? Always a pawn for someone else's will, your own desires to be placed on a shelf and expectantly forgotten. This castle has always been your prison.

"I'll make sure you'd feel the sun everyday. I will drag it out the sky and place it in your hands if it will make you smile. I'll never trap you. I love you. Please- don't leave me." He begs.

Your body is moving on its own again, this time manipulated by the voice of the swordsman. Unsure of what has come over you, you're reaching out for Zoro, pulling him in closer. You know that you shouldn't. Especially not here and not now. But it does not stop you from standing on your tiptoes to press your lips into his.

The intention was for a quick kiss, just one last time to feel Zoro's lips on yours, but it's difficult not to savor the moment. To not search for another life, one where you could be together, in his mouth. The same desperation is displayed in the way Zoro grasps you. Tight. One hand tangled in your hair while the other on your waist. As if he could hold you tight enough to stay. He groans in displeasure why you finally pull away from him.

"Go Zoro. I'm only going to break you."

The sun has risen just enough to illuminate the desolate field. The early morning is still shying away from pushing out the darkness of night completely. You woke early enough to see Lee still had not returned home. Off doing something you are sure, is none of your business.

You took the opportunity to sneak out to what used to be the lemon grove. Tears stream your face while you wonder what pushed you out here. What exactly it is that you're hoping to find amongst the ash.

The memories of your mother you can't get back? Pieces of the wooden swing you used to sit on in the summer? Evidence it was truly necessary to leave the swordsman in your past?

It's hard to focus on all you've lost when staring at the pile of rubble that is the villagers' homes. Their whole lives destroyed at a whim. You did this to them. Had you stayed home and behaved no one, not even the swordsman, would be in this situation.

"Wanna tell me what you're looking for?"

The whisper behind you sounds so familiar. There is a part of you that does not want to turn around, thinks it's better off not knowing who the voice belongs to. A bigger part of you itches with a need to know.

"Zoro."

"Maybe I can help you find it." There's a crooked smirk on his lips.

It's involuntary, the way your heart is instantly soothed at his arrival. Something it must have learned on its own while on the beach. You have to fight not to jump into his arms. Draw him into you with the wish to feel his lips again.

" I thought I told you to leave..." you mutter.

"You did." The pirate agrees. Zoro moves from behind you, so you no longer have to crane your neck to look at him. He reaches to take your hand in his. His thumb traces the back of your hand, his touch so soft you almost don't feel it.

"You're still here."

"You may have authority in this village, but the only person I take orders from is Luffy." He lets out a laugh.

The sound forces your brows to furrow to the center of your face. Where was his anger? His disappointment? Why wasn't he yelling at you? The last conversation you had with the swordsman had not gone the best. This warm welcome is the farthest reception you expected to receive.

"What?" He asks, reaching out to smooth the wrinkles your frown causes. You're surprised at the way you flinch when his fingertips touch your forehead, a reaction you hadn't had in at least a month.

Had it really only taken one night with Lee to erase all your expectations of being lovingly touched?

You can see Zoro's happy exterior waiver for just a moment at your knee jerk reaction. Still he does not draw away his fingers. Just trails them down so he can stroke your cheek. Still offering you a kind smile.

"Stop Zo..." You're taking a step away before you can give into him. Pulling your hand away to further the distance. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the lemon grove..." He uses the tip of his boot to kick at a burned shingle on the ground. "So much for that."

"Oh? You made it here all on your own?" In spite of your sorrows you laugh. "You didn't get lost?"

Zoro glares at you, his eyebrows raised to his temples. You suspect he hadn't expected you to join in on his light heartedness.

"I had to ask someone in the town square..." He sheepishly admits drawing an even more obnoxious laugh for your throat.

"Why were you looking for the lemon grove?"

"You don't remember?" He asks.

Even in your best memories of the beach, you never liked sand. The way it intrusively stuck to you, creeping its way into every nook and cranny made your skin crawl, but this beach was the expectation. You loved everything about this beach.

"Tell me something else." Zoro requests. His voice was softer than before- meeker after your supposed rejection.

You were still wrapped firmly in the swordsman arms, your head on his chest. Zoro's head had returned to rest on top of yours. A brisk breeze forced you closer to Zoro in search of warmth, the thin blanket almost whisked away at the gust. The sight drew a laugh from the pirate.

"Where would you be right now if you were home?"

The only location you could definitely think of was underneath the chief's thumb, but that surely couldn't be the answer the swordsman was looking for. It was hard to think of places in your village that still brought you joy. Places that hadn't been corrupted in the transition of power from your father to Lee.

"The lemon grove." You blurted out the second it came to you. There was a cheesy grin on your face while you reminisced. A grin that is met with a full blown smile from Zoro once he sees your joy. He leaned down to plant a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw.

"Yeah? Why is that your favorite place?" His breath brushed against your neck.

"My mom used to take me there, and we would have picnics in the summer. There's this huge swing we'd sit on. It's my favorite place in the whole world."

"All that you've seen of it?" Zoro jokes. He caught your wrist when you went to slap his chest. Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles. He rubbed his finger back and forth over yours after planting one last kiss to your cheek.

"Maybe you can show it to me? When we get you home?"

Lee had never in the six months you'd been married bothered to visit the lemon grove. Just knew it was a sacred space for you , a memento to your mother. This was the first time you're grateful for that. That in the chief's vast kingdom there could still be a place that could be just Zoro and yours.

"I would love that Zo."

You smiled before craning your neck to plant a kiss on his lips.

"I wanted to see your favorite place." Zoro admits once he sees you remember. "I thought it might give me some insight."

"Insight?" You parrot in confusion.

"You're hiding something from me." Zoro states plainly, drawing your eyes to him.

"You found out I'm married, what else can I be hiding Zoro?" Your voice trembles with exhaustion.

The swordsman narrows his eyes as he looks you over. That fury, and fire previously seen in the garden is long gone . All that remains is this inquisitive stare.

"I don't know, but you are... I wish you would let me help you."

"Help me-" There is a feigned smile painted on your lips. How could a pirate of the new world be so... heartening. Surely the horrors he has seen, far exceed the small misfortunes of your life.

"Zoro. I already told you to go. "

"If you looked at me and told me you didn't mean any of it I would've left. Sailed away and tried for the rest of my life never to think of you again, but you didn't. You told me you love me-"

"I do."

Zoro plops down onto the ash filled ground. He crosses his arms against his chest, and stares out at the rubble.

"Then I'm not leaving. Until you tell me what's going on, what's actually happening, I'm not going anywhere."

The way your heart swells at his proclamation is treacherous. Allowing yourself to be swooned by actions that could very well get the both of you executed. You almost think it's sweet, if it wasn't so stupid.

"Why do you care? Zoro I hurt you, why are you still chasing me?"

"... because I meant it when I said I love you. And I know you meant it too."

"You deserve someone better than me Zoro. Someone who won't hold you back, someone who won't hurt you, someone worthy of standing next to the world's strongest swordsman."

"I don't care what you think I deserve. That's not a decision for you to make." Zoro snaps.

"Zoro... " You sigh exasperatedly at his rebuttal. "Do you really think I won't hold you back? That you will still become the world's strongest swordsman if I'm standing next to you?"

"I don't think I will become the world's strongest swordsman if you aren't standing next to me."

There's a sharp breath forced into your lungs at his confession. How could he say that with such certainty. It has only been two months. The two of you should be able to forget each other. Move on as if none of this happened- but Zoro stands before you stating he doesn't know if his dream will come true without you. A dream he has been chasing his entire life. A dream you've only come privy to in the last 60 days.

"Tell me you don't love me- I'll go. If you look me in my eyes right now and say it, I'll leave." He challenges.

You search for the words on your tongue, though you cannot find them. No parts of you willing, or wanting to lie to the swordsman.

"I can't."

Zoro has kept his promise. The strawhat crew joining you and your husband for breakfast, lunch, and now dinner going on the third day in a row. You wonder what the pirate is waiting for? A confession? An outcry for help? Don't know what actions would be satisfactory enough to get him to sail away.

In all of those days Zoro has sat in that same seat, to the right of you at every meal. Some meals he would lightly brush his knees back and forth against yours. At others he would 'accidentally' knock his napkin off the table so he could pinch your thighs. In spite of your best efforts to forget the swordsman exists, he seems all too insistent on making his presence known.

"So Luffy, when do you think you and your crew will be leaving?" Lee asks. His voice does well to mask the irritation you can pin in the twitch of his eye. "We'd love to send you all off with a ball."

You suspect Lee's urging of the Strawhats' departure correlates to his growing suspicion of the swordsman. The chief may be many things, but naïve has never been one of them. He takes note of the way Zoro's eye never leaves you, regardless of whoever is speaking. How the swordsman just couldn't be bothered to feign interest whenever the chief commands the room. You had spent every one of these past nights disavowing your feelings for the swordsman.

"We're thinking soon- Wednesday at the latest." Nami answers before her captain has the opportunity to. He seems to wear a confused look that is soon dissipated by her scowl.

Two days.

Although you had trained yourself not to go looking for the swordsman, your eyes immediately fall onto him at the navigator's words. Your concern is met with raised bows, almost a silent challenge from the pirate.

Did he expect you to profess your love there at the dinner table? To look at your husband and gloat in the love you've been able to find? Neither are options being the choice was not yours. Lee has done a great job in ensuring you did not have any choices.

"Oh, I'll get the staff on preparations immediately. We will hold the ball tomorrow." Lee's smile is filled with pleasure.

His wife had returned home, and soon the guests he had been performing for would be on their way. Everything is on the road to being back to normal. Exactly how you remembered it. The thought sends a shiver down your body.

"Maybe y/n can take us to the shop to find a dress?" Robin suggests.

Lee is apprehensive about letting you go. Obvious from the way his smile falters at the archeologists suggestion. But he never could deny a pretty woman. Begrudgingly he agrees.

Part III

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A/N: Part three is in the works , I'm hoping to not go more than a week between chapters, but please don't hold me to that. The ADHD will make me a liar. Thank you to all the beautiful people who care about my work, and have so many kind words.

Tag List: @turtletaubwrites @jinjen @sanzu-clinic @heyauntieeee @honeybuzzzzzz @nothing-but-brass

#one piece #zoro roronoa #ronoroa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #forgive me if i break you

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 5 months

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My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 9 : Missing In Action

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Disclaimer : This is Y/N x Gojo centered so I didn't write some of the POV from other characters because I'm scared that I'll have another writer's block so I have to keep writing until I get this out. I MAY (not promising) write a side chapter for their POV but that depends if I get the WB. But I have a slight bias towards MiwaMech so….

"So what do we do now?" Utahime asked.

"I know I need to go to the location for all intents & purposes. Muta stay with me, you'll come in handy. :Let's talk on the road, Utahime," Shoko answered as she started to gather all the needed supplies & as if on cue Yaga burst through the door & began to give Shoko orders.

"And put yourself to good use, Mech," Yaga said before he exited the lab.

"The balance of the world will be in ruins if Y/N won't show her ass in case Geto seals Gojo," Utahime rambled as she loaded the van with medical supplies, "Why are strongest ones either in danger or gon' MIA?"

"She must be looking for a way to nullify the prison realm," Muta said as a way to calm Utahime, "We need to get Kyoto Sorcerer's here," he finished.

"Right," Utahime answered, "Let's get them here. I need to get them tickets."

"Do that on your phone, Muta you can get your puppet to talk them through the plan, right?" Shoko said as they all get inside the van.

"Right, I can do that," Muta answered nervously as he found it odd to move without the tubes attached to his body, "I can do that."

"Ijichi, talk to me," Shoko said with the phone on her ear, "Stop rambling. Just talk to me. What is going- Ijichi? Ijichi?" Shoko threw her phone on the seat, her face planted in her palm, "Fuck we need to get there as soon as we can."

"Sorry, I need you all to tone down," Muta gritted his teeth as he activated his ability, "Yuji can you hear me? It's Mechamaru. You need to tell me what's going on… Hold on…" He gave Utahime & Shoko a round thing & asked them to put it on their ears, "Go on, keep talking. You're giving details to Dr. Ieri."

He paused and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead as he connected with his Mechamaru body in Kyoto.

"Miwa," he called the girl beside him, who was watching the news with worry on her face jumped in surprise at his voice, "Miwa, where are the others? Is Todo here?"

"Mech-mechamaru, you scared me. Todo just got here," she answered, her voice laced with worry & curiosity, "Should I call them?"

"No need, Utahime-sensei is already speaking with Kamo-san," Muta exhaled to calm himself, "Listen, you don't have to come, I'd rather have you stay there, but I know you won't. So please once you get to Tokyo, find Dr. Ieri right away. Don't go anywhere, just find Dr. Ieri & you'll understand why. Do you hear me?"

Miwa looked at him through Mechamaru's eyes & he hoped that his concern is reflectling through his puppet's eyes, "Miwa, do you understand what I am saying right now?"

"Mechamaru I-," Miwa spoke, but there's no time for this. He needed Miwa to find Dr. Ieri so that he can see her.

"Miwa, please promise me that you'll find Dr. Ieri the soonest you step foot here in Tokyo," his tone now desperate.

"Wait, you're in Tokyo?" Miwa asked.

"Yes, but I can't explain now. You see the news. Just, find Dr. Ieri & I'll tell you everything & answer anything, I promise," He answered.

"O-okay Mechamaru," She answered.

"Kokichi," Muta said, "That's my real name."

Miwa blushed adorably, but as much as he'd want to stare at her beautiful face, this isn't really the time for that, given Utahime's scolding stare, "Okay, Kokichi. I'll find Dr. Ieri once I get to Tokyo."

"Good girl, now meet up with the rest & they'll fill you in. Your tickets are ready, Kamo-san should have them by now & instructions from Utahime-sensei. Be careful," Muta said before he disconnected from his puppet.

"We're here," Shoko said & she was on her feet, ready for action, "Yuji filled me in. They got Gojo. It seems that Gojo was able to take down one unregistered special grade curse, but it's not Mahito. We need to find Y/N. Muta, can you find Meimei? Maybe Ui Ui can find Y/N."

"Found her," Muta said, as he followed one of the crows, "And she's fighting Geto."

"Fuck," Shoko cursed through her teeth as she lit a cigarette, "Let's do what we can. Here, walk Yuji through," as she handed the Mechamaru ear piece back to him.

"Mechamarus, help Meimei & Ui Ui." Muta commanded before he connected with Yuji Itadori.

It was all chaotic after Satoru Gojo was sealed.

Meanwhile, you got yourself into a problem as you were finding a way to nullify the prison realm & got nowhere. Except, there's a place where you can find answers - The Zenin clan.

But they're not the most hospitable people, are they?

But as soon as you got there, the place was also in shambles.

You can't feel any curse energy, but you saw limp bodies as you walked inside their territory. You were on alert as you tried to find a living soul, anybody who can help you find answers to your current predicament. Actually, the world's predicament because the world's strongest is now in a pickle, thus the balance of the world is now in danger.

"Maki?" you said in shock & saw bruises & scars all over her body, "What happened here? What happened to you?" You rushed to her aid & immediately applied reversed cursed technique to heal her body.

"Thanks, sensei," Maki said in between breaths, "They've been trying to get rid of me. They killed my sister, so I killed them," she said without remorse.

"Oh, Maki," you held her & she broke down in sobs, grieving for the loss of her twin sister, "I thought she's in Tokyo?"

"She was, then she followed me here, knowing that I would get weapons from our arsenal," she dried her tears, "That old man died first at Jogo's hand."

"I know, I know. I saw Nanami's state & was able to heal him. I tried to find Shoko, but I can't find anybody in Shibuya. I only found Inumaki & Nanami, forcefully ordered them to find Shoko to tell them I'm alive & still trying to find a way to burst that damn box open."

"Do you really think you can open the prison realm?" Maki asked.

"I- I don't know. But I have to try," You said, trying not to tear up as you thought of your Satoru, "I have to get him out of there. Does this place have libraries with ancient stuff in it?"

"Yes. Do you think you can find shit in there?" Maki asked.

"Yes, I think this is the one place that has the information that I need."

"Let's go, sensei," Maki stood up & led the way.

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starleska · 1 year

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hi! im a really big fan of your fanfics (especially the wally ones) and i’m really curious to know what are songs that you associate with him?? please don’t be afraid to share!!! i really like talking and gushing over wally darling with a fellow wally simp lol

hey there anon!! 💖 aww my goodness you are so lovely, thank you!! it brings my heart so much joy that you like my writing...i can't believe the surge of wonderful feedback fired my way over this past week 🙈🙈 what a fun question!! there's a few songs i associate with Wally right now, and i'm sure more will pop up as we learn more about him;;; some are less overt, and more to do with Wally x Reader vibes - or, my terrible musical taste/hallucinating scenarios while listening to the same twenty songs 😂 fun simp challenge!! have a listen to a few of these with your eyes shut, thinking about Wally. you're guaranteed to have a good time 😉

Songs I Associate with Wally Darling:

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. no one could've seen this one coming 😂 no, as soon as i discovered Welcome Home i knew i'd finally found the right character to edit this song with. the conspiracy theory, cryptic vibes, slight desperation and of course retro-phone theming all work so well for Wally! 🥰

Out of My Mind by CG5. total coincidence that this banger dropped just as i learned about Welcome Home, and there's something cathartic and hypnotic about that repetitive chorus that fits with a lot of theories about Wally's struggles with Home...i had this one on repeat while writing The Nightmare Picnic 👀

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. this one's for all the yandere!Wally fans out there - i think every person who's a fan of terrifying, obsessive characters loves this song 😉 this is the one had on repeat while writing those yandere!Wally headcanons - i actually included it to listen to whilst reading in the original post, but i ran out of space!! 🙈

INSANE by Black Gryphon & Baasik. i know, strike me down for including a song made specifically for another Tumblr Sexyman on this list!!! but come on - the static, the showmanship, the overt friendliness masking a smiling, curious sadism...don't pretend like you don't enjoy this take on Wally, i've seen the fanart 😂

LA Devotee by Panic! at the Disco. this one's jam-packed with fun occult imagery and all about fame and obsession, so it feels perfect for our children's puppet show ARG!! something about it just hits right with how the fandom perceives the darker side of Wally 😳 i'm listening to this a lot at the moment as i've got a Metalocalypse MEP part to this song in the works, but my thoughts can't help wandering to Mr. Darling;;

Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis. lord help me, you can tell i was in the AMV-making community in the late 2000s/early 2010s 😂 this song's a staple for attentive, manipulative, obsessive characters...even if we end up being totally wrong, and Wally is a Darling in more than name, we'll always have fun with our unhealthily possessive fantasies 🥰

Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. hey, i'm a basic bitch - i love listening to sugary-sweet, fluffworthy AMV music whilst writing my x Readers 🙈💖 a lot of the folks who request Wally often bear a little bit of their souls when asking - revealing insecurities about themselves, and wanting to be reassured he'd love them anyway. this is such a pretty, nostalgic song, and i think it captures the softness with which many of us would like to be treated by him ✨

Crush by Mandy Moore. similar to the last entry, yet leaning even more into that bubblegum romance vibe...i'm simply weak for blushy crush scenarios 🥴💖 i like this one a lot for x Readers, especially an embarrassed Reader absolutely overcome with how precious they find Wally 💖

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng. one of my favourite songs of all time, and the perfect choice if you want your heart to ache 💔 i think this is a wonderful choice when thinking about a hurt Reader...someone who has fully given up on love, only to be confronted with Wally's relentless sunshine personality and falling head over heels 🥺 this song speaks to why i think many of us are infatuated with Wally...his charm coming from that childlike outlook, his tendency to love everything and everyone. lots of us could benefit from that kind of unconditional love, i think;;

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks

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alex0fan · 10 months

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Can I have a Wally x reader request where the reader is a puppeteer in disguise and lives amongst them as a fake puppet and Wally finds out about this truth?

Wally darling x puppet master!

Reader - reader

-he/him for Wally

-they/them for Frank Frankly

-requested

You open your eyes and blink a few times, blinded by the bright light. You look around and feel a surge of panic. Where the hell are you? This was your bedroom, but the walls are not white, the floor is not carpeted, the ceiling is not plain. This is your house, but clearly different. The furniture is not modern, the TV is not flat, the phone is cordless. This is not your world. The toys are not electronic, the books are not realistic, the posters are gone.... You are in a room that looks like it belongs to a children’s show....the old welcome home show you once worked on.... The air smells like candy and flowers, making you nauseous. The window has curtains that have smiling suns and clouds on them, mocking you. "What kind of sick joke is this?" you mutter to yourself as you get out of the bed, you peeked outside and saw one of the old puppets walking down the street you remember your colleague used to work on creating him...what was going on? You walk over to the mirror on the wall and stare at the mirror that is covered with stickers of stars and hearts. It shows your face, real face you weren't a puppet like the man. You knew you'd look odd if you didn't....maybe it's time for a new makeover.... ----- You look at your new self, your face shows your face, but it doesn't look like yours. Your hair is a different color, a bright red that glows in the light. Your eyes are that sparkling blue. Your skin is a different tone, a lemon yellow that contrasts with everything else. You look like a cartoon character, not a human being. Good.... You notice a display of makeup in a box next to the mirror. They look like products found in the 80's. You feel a surge of curiosity and excitement. Maybe you can use the makeup to help make you look more like a puppet. Then you turn to the closet and cringe at the sight of the clothes. They look like outfits from 80s movies, not clothes from a closet. You see a denim jacket with a graphic tee, a dress with boots, a pair of high-waisted jeans with a sweater. You see a pair of white sneakers and a pair of ankle boots. You see a bunch of headbands, earrings, and necklaces and rings. After that your memories come back to you of this old show, you remember the main character Wally darling and how much fun if was to create him, you remember Frank Frankly and Eddie Dear, and how you always thought what if they were together as a couple and the other puppets Your head started to buzz with questions all wanting to be answered but you knew you had to be smart, and get into character. Once you were you decided to look around and meet your new neighbours. And the first man you ran into was one and only Wally Darling himself and instantly you started talking, he seemed to be interested in you, but it was hard work staying in character, especially when you met Frank, they seem so grumpy, maybe they were having a bad day, but Wally introduced you to everyone but you could always feel someone watching you....watching you.... So you and Wally become friends and he trusts you a lot, and so do you others except Frank....you worry that they can tell your not a real puppet, but they don't have proof, right? Well, that got answered very quickly....they could tell....and everyone found out. At first Wally thought it was a joke and still stayed as friends but one early morning Wally knocked on your front door, without even realizing what you were doing or anything you opened the door and it wasn't till he looked wide eyes at you, you realized why, you didn't look like a puppet, you didn't have your puppet disguise on and he realized almost immediately that you werent like him... You instantly tried to explain to him, and tell him you didn't mean any harm, you weren't gonna to do anything to him or the others, explaining what happened and why you did this, all Wally could do was stare at you. Then it went all black...

(Sorry it's terrible)

#x reader #welcome home x reader #Wally darling #wally welcome home #wally darling x reader #welcome home

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imagines--galore · 11 months

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20 (reader being the one dying), loki laufeyson, sfw (smut/lemon/lime wise)

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. So how had it all gone so wrong? Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and near death so be warned folks. A/N: YAS! Finally! I Loki prompt! Thank you for sending it in! Also can someone say absolute devastation :3

"All clear on my end." You spoke into the comm as you gave one final cursory glance around the room before exiting. "All is well here." His voice sounded in your ear as well as from next to you. You looked up to where Loki was exited the room next to the one you had been checking. He fell into step beside you as you heard Natasha reply on the other end.

"Everything looks good from here." Natasha said from where she was monitoring from the jet. "Alright, you two head on back. I'll call Cap and tell him this mission was a bust. Probably a false lead." With that the comm went silent.

"So, how does it feel? Being in the field as an Avenger?" You asked your partner, prompting him to glance at you form the corner of his eyes, before turning his gaze to the front once more. "So long as I do not have to wear the symbol I shall be fine." He as talking about the Avengers Symbol you had very recently added to your uniform. You were proud of your status as an Avenger. It meant you were a symbol of hope for those who were oppressed or in danger.

You had explained the meaning of it to Loki ages ago.

Perhaps he thought he still did not deserve to be see as such. Not when he had wreaked havoc and disaster on Midgard a few years ago. Even though he had been under mind control, he still thought he was at fault. That he should have fought harder against the puppeteer.

You, however, begged to differ.

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Ever since he had been banished to Midgard to atone for his sins by Odin, you had seen just how much he regretted the destruction he had caused.

Unintentionally but still people blamed him.

Odin had sent him here to help. To be a part of the Avengers like his brother and fight the good fight. Keep the people of Earth safe. Odin had put a damper on his abilities and while in essence he was an immortal, he could get hurt. The Avengers had not been happy about the situation. Somehow, Thor had been able to convince them that it would be helpful to have someone on their side who had intimate knowledge about the being behind the Chitauri.

And Tony, ever the person to one-up everyone around him, had stated that if they were going to allow Loki into the mix, then it would do the Avengers good to have some other members as well.

And so you had been initiated into the Avengers.

And since you had no prior history with Loki, you hadn't seen anything wrong with befriending him.

Or trying to.

At first Loki had been hell bent on being rude to everyone who spoke to him and generally being unpleasant to be around. However, you had persisted. And soon even his lonely self hadn't been able to fight off his desire to at least have someone he could call a friend on Earth.

That had been the first step, and slowly he had begun to form some form of acquaintanceship with the rest of the Avengers. There was certainly no deep conversations had between him and the rest of them, but at least the urge to kill had receded. Somewhat.

And during that time, you had been shocked to discover that you were falling for the Asgardian.

Then again, maybe the realization should've come sooner. Given how you would spend a lot of time together when neither of you had any other engagements, but when it came to your emotions concerning Loki?

They were a little difficult to categorize.

It had taken a little while before you realized the true extent of your feelings for him. And even though you knew you had them, there was nothing you could do about it.

He saw you as a friend. Nothing more.

Which sucked, but you weren't about to jeopardize your friendship with him for the sake of your feelings.

So you stayed silent.

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You were on your first mission with him, and so far it had been going well.

Then again, maybe you shouldn't have even thought that.

Because at that very moment multiple figures appeared from various dark corners of the room you and Loki were going over. "We might be a little Nat. We got company." You spoke into the comm as your body dropped into a fighting stance. Beside you Loki stepped a little in front of you, as if intent on shielding you.

Of course, you could handle yourself.

But just knowing that he wanted to keep you out of harm's way was enough to make you roll your eyes at him in a fond manner.

"Lets see how many of them we can each take down." You challenged, prompting Loki to smirk as a pair of twin daggers appeared in his hands. "As you Midgardians say: Its on."

It was almost as if the both of you had rehearsed it. Every punch, dagger swipe, kick, dodge was in perfect synchronicity. You watched his back, while he kept yours safe. You were a team.

But more then that, you were protecting the man you loved. It didn't matter that those feelings were not reciprocated. You knew the truth of your feelings as well as the depth of them.

You threw a roundhouse kick, catching the last of your opponents in the jaw and sending him flying back. Landing on your feet your eyes found Loki. He was fighting off two assailants at once. And since that required his full attention, he did not see one of the already downed attackers pull out a dagger.

But you did. The weapon seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room. Your eyes widened in horror as the attacker pulled his arm back and-

"Loki watch out!"

You saw the dagger flying, saw it cutting through the air towards Loki's still turned back.

Thunk!

Loki pivoted on his feet, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.

You were there.

You were standing there.

You were standing where the dagger had been a mere second ago.

The dagger which was now embedded in the middle of your back.

His horrified eyes met your terrified eyes. A broken gasp fell from your trembling lips before your body shuddered. You jerked forward. His arms shot out to catch your limp body.

"Y/n!"

His voice sounded just as horrified as he looked. Pain radiated from your back spreading through your chest until every nerve in your body screamed with the pain. You felt Loki shift, which was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Apparently he had been taking care of his would be killer, who now lay dead with a dagger in his eye.

Loki's arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping your body up to prevent the dagger from moving or causing any further harm.

A whimpering sob fell from your lips as you tried to keep the pain at bay. "Widow! We need evacuation immediately. Y/n's hurt!" You heard Loki all but scream at Nat on the other side of the comm. Nat's voice echoed in your ear but you couldn't really understand what she was saying.

A pitiful laugh fell from your trembling lips. "Does this mean I win?" You spoke in a hoarse voice, a weak smile playing on your lips as your eyes found Loki's.

"You stupid stupid fool! Why did you do that?" He sounded so afraid. And he looked it as well. You didn't like that look in his eyes.

Raising a trembling hand you laid it against the side of his face. "Because you're worth saving Loki." You wanted to think of anything but the pain. Anything but the darkness that now beckoned you.

And speaking to Loki kept it at bay.

"My life is not worth you giving up yours Y/n." He argued back, now sounding angry. A shudder ran through your body, prompting you to press yourself closer to Loki, as you fought through the pain. He held you tighter, his face burying in your hair as yours pressed in his chest.

"Since I'm dying, can I win this argument?" You asked your voice weak. He shook his head as he cupped your head to tilt it back, allowing your eyes to meet.

"You're not allowed to die Y/n. I forbid it." He growled at you, despite the tears shining in his eyes. You only smiled sadly. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time Loki. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you anymore."

Tears fell from his eyes as he shook his head. "No, Y/n, no don't say that." Your tears of pain turned to tears of sadness, hearing the absolute torment in his voice. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you Loki."

The darkness was starting to cloud your vision, and you could barely hold on to the light. "Tell me what?" His voice was almost desperate as he cradled you close.

"That I love you."

A final exhale of breath, before your world went dark, Loki's stricken face the last thing you saw.

And his howl of absolute anguish the final sound that echoed in your ears as you slipped into the welcoming darkness.

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The first thing you became aware of was just how heavy your body felt. As someone who went on missions almost every other week, you made sure to stay in peak condition.

So why did your entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck?!

A soft moan fell from your lips as your eyes blinked open. The unfamiliar ceiling confused your already foggy mind. Where were you?

You turned your head to the side, bleary eyes hardly making out the heart monitor machine that stood at your bedside. The steady beeping sound made sense now. You shoulder felt the most stiff of all, prompting you to raise a hand to it and let out a small groan.

"Damn."

"She's awake! She's awake!"

The sound startled you to almost jump to your feet, but your body protested too much and you fell back again.

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Later you learned it had been Thor who had cried out like that.

For the time being, you were surrounded by doctors and nurses, checking your vitals and explaining just how injured you were.

The dagger had managed to catch a few pivotal arteries and had nearly reached your heart.

Small miracles.

Though there had been significant blood loss, you were on the mend. It would take some time for you to recover completely, but at least there wasn't any permanent damage.

During your stay in the Hospital Wing of the Tower you hadn't been lonely for a second. Either the medical staff was around, or one of the Avengers.

All except Loki.

He hadn't been to visit you since you woke up and though Thor had told you how he hadn't left your side while you were in a medically induced coma, as soon as you had woken up he had disappeared.

At first you had been confused at his behavior, but as the memories of what you had thought to be your final moments started to come back, you began to feel a little queasy.

You had confessed to Loki.

You had told him you loved him while you bled out in his arms.

After saving his life.

What did it mean? Did his distance mean he did not feel the same way? Obviously he didn't feel the same way. But he could do the courtesy of coming to see you at the very least. You had saved his life.

So it was very quick that your sadness of not having him around turned to anger.

A week or so after you gained consciousness, you woke up in the middle of the night to feel a hand enveloping your own.

Normally you would have the person in a choke hold with a knife at their throat. But you recognized that silhouette, recognized the voice as it began to speak.

It was dark, so he didn't know you were awake as he spoke. "-fault that you're here. I should've been more aware of my surroundings." You had never heard him speak so softly before. "But when I'm with you, everything else simply fades into the background and all I am aware of is you."

You felt as if your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was a good thing you weren't hooked to those monitors anymore. "It is absolutely ridiculous that I have become so dependent on you that I cannot imagine my life without you. Banishing me here was the single good thing my father has done by me." He admitted as you felt his other hand come up to brush a finger against your cheek.

It took every ounce of your strength to not shudder at the sensation.

"I hope one day I can accept your feelings for me Y/n. And I hope I can one day no longer be a coward and admit my feelings for you as well. You deserve so much better then me and I-

But you had heard enough.

Turning your palm over you grasped the hand that held yours and pulled yourself up in a sitting position. Only for you to throw the other arm out to catch s surprised Loki from the back of his head and pull him down to meet your lips.

There was initial shock on his part, but your lips were warm and insistent against his. It didn't take long for his lips to begin responding, albeit a lot more eagerly then your initial kiss. So much so that you were nearly laying on your bed once more while Loki hovered over you. One hand was still clasped within yours, fingers intertwined, while the other cupped your chin.

Finally, you both pulled away and your eyes met. You rather liked the dazed look he had as you smiled up at him. "Maybe you should leave it up to me to decide who I should love or not." You said firmly giving him one of your no nonsense expression.

He smiled in response, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he nodded.

"As the Lady commands."

Before fusing your lips once more in a loving embrace.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x oc #marvel #thor #loki imagine

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hellabigsimp · 2 years

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Back to You (3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader / Winter Soldier x Fem!reader

Summary: Hydra has a way of hiding secrets and one of them just happened to be you. The support Soldat to the famous Winter Soldier himself. But in a mission gone wrong, things change, and life just isn’t as it seems.

Warnings: Mild violence, fluff (If you squint right in the middle), angst, panic attacks, blood, alluding to deaths

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Third part! I just want to clarify that I’m kinda mixing a lot of the movies and not sticking to one timeline, which is why there’s the compound and Friday, even though at this point its still the tower and Jarvis, I am aware of this. But anyway, enjoy even more angst and moody reader.

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Masterlist

Taglist: @matchat3a

It had been two weeks. A long and strenuous two weeks for you. Steve had done the best he could when he took you to the doctors. They weren’t anything like Hydra’s doctors, these ones were gentle, kind. Something you weren’t used to and set your teeth on edge.

They had explained that memories would come back, some would come back slowly, and others would hit like a freight train. You didn’t really believe them until you were woken up by your own screaming, drenched in your own sweat. The feeling of the gun and blood still fresh on your skin.

Memories of your pass life also seemed to trickle in. That face you knew all too well, those eyes. They haunted you but also gave you hope in the dark nightmares that plagued you. The sweet memories left you feeling warm but most of the time you awoke to feel tears streaming down your face, an empty hollowness that seemed to get heavier with every memory.

You could barely keep food down and sleep had become something you dreaded. With the serum in your veins, it was easy to keep yourself alive with little care for yourself. But Steve and his team still tried hard to make you comfortable.

Meeting them was interesting to say the least. Steve had slowly introduced others, starting off with the two that you recognised from the highway mission. The red-headed woman, Natasha, she was nice enough. Strong. You could recognise that. The other was the man you remembered fighting. His name was Sam. You thought he might hold a grudge against you as you noticed several bandages on his arm, most likely from when you had fought. But he treated you like a person, which scared you, since you weren’t sure you could even be called a human at this point.

They had given you a small room that was always monitored, you couldn’t escape that. Which was okay for you. Although you were somewhat certain whatever brainwashing Hydra had done, this is what the doctors had called it, was currently not active, there were times when you could almost feel the invisible tug of puppet strings in you. Twitches here and there, the odd flex of the fingers as if you were holding a weapon or the odd calmness that would sometimes take over.

You refused any weapons to be near you, anything that you could use to harm, which in retrospect was a lot of things. It was a rule you wanted everyone to keep to after a particular tough that day, Steve and Natasha had brought you along with them to training rooms, just to get you out the room you were in constantly.

There were weapons lining the wall, weapons you were familiar with. As soon as they started training, your fingers were twitching, your breathing heavier, the darkness that seeped into your mind was like molasses as it crawled back, although slow, you could feel it. You tried so hard to focus on them, going over techniques the doctors had gone over, like focusing on the sense. The whir of the air conditioning, the stale smell of sweat that lingered under the fresh smell of lemon bleach. The lights that buzzed a little too loudly. The sound of the two of them fighting, their heart races and their breathing. You tried watching their forms and their fighting styles, but you couldn’t.

Your eyes kept drifting back to the weapons.

It wasn’t until you had gripped the bench so tightly to stop yourself from twitching, that you had actually crushed part of the wood in your hand, splinters sticking into your palm, the pain was an odd relief. Steve and Natasha both looked over at you., pausing their fighting match. Both were wide eyed and watched you stood up slowly, your body shaking, the pieces of wood falling from your hand, along with a few drops of blood.

“I don’t trust myself to be in here. Please…” You had begged to leave. They had quickly stopped, grabbing a towel to wrap your hands in, guiding you through the empty halls towards the infirmary.

You hadn’t been back since.

There was still the plan in the back of your head, for you to get back to the Winter Soldier, the need was like its separate entity inside you. You were waiting though. This place seemed nice; the people even kinder but this wasn’t where you belonged. You belonged with him.

With the Winter Soldier.

It wasn’t anything to do with Hydra, there was no love lost on them, not after the memories came pouring back in and you were starting to piece things together. Especially with some of the information Steve and Natasha were telling you. They didn’t divulge much, but it was enough for you to confirm last feelings.

You weren’t in the right side of the fight.

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The light from the small window in the room had woken you up. For once, the sleeping pills worked and you had managed to get a few hours’ sleep, no dreams or nightmares plaguing you. Reaching up, you tugged the curtain back fully, watching the clouds lull by, the early morning sun creating a soft glow throughout the room.

It didn’t take long for you to hear the familiar heavy thud of Steve’s footsteps and then a gingerly knock on your door. You were never sure as to why he knocked, they had cameras outside of your room, and Friday, the weird talking robot was always there too. Steve was always notified when you left your room. You were always monitored which was a comfort to you as you still didn’t trust yourself fully.

“Come in Steve,” you called out, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Your body felt well rested for the first time in days. It was the first night since you had arrived here that you had a sleep without waking up in constant terror or in perpetual sadness at the past life with Bucky.

Steve’s head popped round the door, a small smile on his face. “Morning, I was wondering if you’d like to come out for breakfast with me. I’ve got some stuff to show you, might help with the whole, memory thing.”

“Is it…” you pause, looking at Steve with fear in your eyes. You wanted to know if it was safe for you to go out and be with people. You were okay with Steve, Natasha and Sam, but other people? You weren’t so sure.

“Of course. You’ll be with me,” Steve gave you a larger smile. “Come on, it’ll be just like old times.”

You wanted to be happy but these old times Steve sometimes spoke about weren’t familiar, they weren’t something you knew. But still, you went along with it. This might be a good time to check things out for yourself. You would eventually have to leave to get back to the Winter Soldier.

It didn’t take long for you to get dressed. Steve stayed outside the room, waiting. He was leaning against the wall, looking casual in his brown leather jacket. He stood up as soon as you came out, your hands shoved in the hoodie pockets.

“Let’s go!” Steve was too enthusiastic in the morning. It was something you had noticed; you were unsure if it was him in his usual self or if he was putting it on for you. You had a feeling it was the latter.

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The cafe the Steve had chosen was out of the way and basically empty. There were a few customers, most came in for a takeaway coffee before leaving again. A few were situated at tables with their laptops and phones out. There was a child with its mother towards the front, the baby was babbling while playing a toy. You observed the scene with apprehension, people like them were so easy to kill. Which was a thought you hadn’t wanted to think.

Shaking your head, trying to get the thought out, you looked at where Steve had seated you. He had chosen a table with various exit points you had noticed, you would’ve done the same. You were towards the back of the café, where not many people were, but situated next to the second exit. It also had a vantage point of all surroundings.

You weren’t sure what type of drink you liked, so Steve order something sweet and chocolatey for you. Apparently, you used to like this drink. You had taken a sip straight away. The drink was too sweet for you now, maybe in the past you had like it but most things to you now tasted like saw dust. You forced yourself to swallow and continue to drink it for Steve’s sake.

You had noticed when you had gotten out the car that Steve was carrying a cardboard box which was now perched beside him. It was worn around the edges and had a soft mildew scent that made your nose tingle. There was writing on the top but it was horrendous handwriting that you couldn’t make it out from where you were.

“I know the docs said that your memories would come back slowly, and I know that you’ve been having more and more nightmares.”

Your eyes widen as you look at Steve. You didn’t think anyone knew about the nightmares. You hadn’t even told the therapist that they brought in to speak to you about it. You could speak about what you had done, the unspeakable things.

“Friday monitors the people in the compound. I also,” he pauses and scratches the back of his neck. “I also hear your screams. I wanted to help but I wasn’t sure if you’d let me.”

The revelation was uncomfortable, it made your stomach curl, and your nerves stand on edge. You knew Steve knew you from your past, but you didn’t know him in the present, him knowing such vulnerable things about you nearly made you skin crawl. But there was a part of you who did feel safe with him, who felt like this man was an old friend that you could trust. But you didn’t know that part of you, it was foreign.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sipping the drink in your hand. Still to sweet. Still hard to swallow.

“No no,” he shakes his hands in front of him, letting out an awkward chuckle. “I don’t want you to be sorry, I just, I want you to know that I’m here to help. I just can’t believe that you are really here. It was hard for me when I first woke up.”

You cock your head at him, confused. “Woke up?”

Steve opens his mouth before closing it, you could almost here his mind thinking. He scratched the back of his neck, a small guilty smile appearing on his face. “I forget you don’t know. I was trapped in the ice for a long time. I was freed and woke up to a whole new century. I understand how scary it can be to be in a unfamiliar place. I still get nightmares sometimes, of being trapped in the ice, of the unbearable cold. It something that I can never escape.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to say. You could understand his nightmares. No matter how much you wanted to forget and push those horrid things you had committed to the very back of you mind, where that darkness sat, waiting. You couldn’t Even as a super soldier you were strong enough to move that weight. It was something you could never escape, its claws deep in your skin.

Steve leaned back and observed you for a second before grabbing the box and placing it on the table. “Enough about me though, this is about you. The doctor mentioned something about personal affects and items might help you remember certain things, hopefully happier times. Apparently, a friend of yours, Dot I think her name was, stored these items away and we managed to find them from her granddaughter.”

The name Dot rang a bell, but you couldn’t put a name to a face. You pushed the hot drink aside, your stomach couldn’t handle it anymore, sliding the box over to you. Slowly opening it, you were met with a bunch of old items, the mildew smell stronger.

Pulling out a few of the items, they looked like old junk to you, books and some old war memorabilia. Grabbing an old book, the edges were worn and fraying slightly, you pull it out, reading the title, something to do with the Hobbit. Not getting any real memories you decide to put the book down, before you could place the book with the other items a piece of paper fell out.

Reaching down you grab it, looking at it with inquisitive eyes. On the back of the piece of paper in faded pen was the words:

‘My doll, you have my heart and soul. I’ll always find my way back to you.’

You couldn’t help the gut-wrenching sob that tore through you. You quickly turn over the photo to see Bucky and you, smiling, caught mid laughter. You were looking at each other with so much love and adoration. You run your finger over the picture, the feeling of tears running down your cheeks.

Suddenly you were back there that night, the loud music playing in the god-awful bar that Bucky had chosen, but you had come along because you loved that man with all your heart. Steve had come along too, although he seemed off, like something was on his mind. The three of you had a few drinks and spoke most of the night. It was a few days before Bucky was being deployed with 107th. You knew he would be okay, but you were still worried.

When Steve had gone to get more drinks, Bucky had leaned down and whispered in your ear. ‘You know Doll, I meant what I said back then.’

You had looked up at him with confusion. ‘I’ll always come back to you. Even if I’m lost and out of my damn mind, I’ll always come back to you. So don’t go worrying that pretty head of yours, you’ll see me again.’

It was then that you knew you had nothing to worry about. That was the thing between you two. No matter what, you would always find a way back to each other. A promise that was written into both of your hearts like a tattoo, immovable.

Steve leaned over and spotted the picture. He had a sad smile on his face. “I remember that night. I’m pretty sure we all got drunk that night.”

“You were the only one drunk that night, Bucky and I had to stop you from causing fights with some of the soldiers there, after they called you pipsqueak.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that” Steve chuckles before stopping, looking at you with newfound hope in his eyes, his smile wide. “You remember that night?”

You look up confused for a second. You did remember that night. It was coming back to you now. Slowly but surely, it was coming back. It was like a grainy picture coming into focus. You nod slowly before looking down at the photo, holding it close to you.

You were suddenly very overwhelmed and hyperaware of yourself and those around you. The child’s rattling toy was like nails on a chalkboard, making you flinch. The typing of people’s laptops was like gunfire, the sound of boiling water and the barista chewing gum was causing your skin to crawl. Your breathing was suddenly quicker, the walls feeling like they were caging you in.

“Thank you for this Steve,” You managed to choke out. You could see that he instantly knew something was wrong, his eyes were darting over you huddled figure. “I think I’d like to leave now.”

Steve nodded and down the rest of his coffee. You didn’t both touching yours, you didn’t want to let go of the picture in your hand. You watched at Steve hastily packed the remaining items away and slid out of the chair. You followed, looking around the cafe.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted him. Your heart began to pound in your chest, your ears started to ring. Brock Rumlow was standing across the street, a sinister smile on his lips as he watched the two of you, he held up his hand a gave you a small wave.

“Steve,” your voice filled with dread, but the words were lost on a deafening explosion that threw you back into the wall behind you. Your back hit with a thud, your head slamming into the wall, stars danced in your vision. You let out a groan, pain radiating throughout your body. Getting hit with an explosion never got easier.

Through the ringing and the screams, you could hear Steve calling your name. You look over to your right, spotting him crouching, there was blood spilling down his face. His body was covered in dust and rubble. His had was outstretched, reaching for you. You push yourself up into a standing position, the picture still clutched in your hand.

As you stumble over to Steve, your feet kicks something, you look down and spot the toy that the child was playing with. You look back at the destruction of the coffee shop, spotting the pram laying on it side, specks of blood covering the once white linen on the inside. You wanted to go help, there were people here but you feel Steve grab your wrist, pulling you towards the exit. You could already hear distant sirens closing in on your location.

You don’t bother fighting his vice-like grip, looking away from the scene as Steve pulls you away.

Leaving the cafe and entering the world outside was almost psychedelic, it was brighter, the sun shining down and glinting off cars. There were colourful flowers in pots. As your hearing slowly came back to you, you could hear people screaming and crying for help. You could almost taste the blood in the air, the metallic tang tasting all too natural. Steve was already looking around, his eyes assessing everything. He quickly pulls his phone up to his ear, speaking rapidly through his phone.

“Stark, we need back up. Sam and Natasha are on their way, but you’ll get here quicker. They’ve found her.”

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to function well. The shock of seeing Rumlow had frozen your body and your instincts. You could already feel the puppet strings getting taut, your body was already beginning to feel foreign and unreliable. All the work the doctors and therapist had done to try and help you, it was washing away with one look from Rumlow.

“Come on Y/n, we have to get you out of here.” Steve tugged at your arm, trying to get you to move. But you couldn’t, your feet felt frozen, your muscles stiff. You looked up at Steve with pleading eyes.

Steve was about to say something when he looked over your shoulder, his eyes like saucers. He yelled at you to move but you couldn’t. He looked around for anything to use before shoving you hard, the burn of pain rippling through your torso. You cough as the wind leaves your lungs, flying backwards through the air. You watch as Steve vaults over a car just in time as a grenade lands right where both of you just stood, exploding in an instant.

The heat from the explosion warmed you skin, the smell of burning and smoke making you choke. You land awkwardly, rolling across the road, the cuts and bruises felt like nothing with the cold fear in your bones. You could feel someone behind you, grabbing you by the collar of your hoodie, forcing you up on to shaky and unstable legs. You don’t bother looking back at the assailant who had grabbed you, the familiar scent of blood always seemed to linger on Rumlow skin, no matter how many times he cleaned his hands, the blood had stained deep. Much like your own hands.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Rumlow said sneered, you could hear his grin through his voice, the hand he has on your hoodie tightening. “It’s so good to see you again, Soldat.”

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Have a little cutesy icing fight with jj!

Icing

This one is such a cute idea, I absolutely love it. Especially since my immediate mental image was a frosting mustache to match his.

Jameson Jackson x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 699

You had promised JJ that you'd bake something for the bake sale the library was hosting, although coming up with what exactly it was going to be was difficult for you. Flipping through the many pages of your cookbooks oftentimes led to nothing productive, so you moved onto the internet, to see if something there sparked your interest. Nothing looked promising until you came across a recipe for coffee cake, and lemon cupcakes. Seemed like the perfect things to bring. Pulling out all the ingredients you needed took nearly no time at all for the coffee cake, and you were able to stick that into the oven relatively quickly. The lemon cupcakes were a bit more of a hassle, looking at the singular teaspoon of lemon juice and deciding that’s nowhere near enough to make it taste like lemon.

You sift the flour, substituting in lemon juice for some of the milk in the cupcakes. Into the tins they go, and pop into the oven right as the coffee cake comes out of the oven. The kitchen smells pleasantly of cinnamon and citrus, and it makes you feel a little bit homier as you bask it all in. The bells on the door jingle as JJ enters, alerting you to his presence. His silence doesn’t stop at just his voice, his movements and footsteps falling silent have caused many issues of him accidentally scaring you when he comes up from behind you for a hug. Although you joked about belling him, you both compromised for the door. He wraps his arms around your waist as he hugs you from behind, his mustache tickling against your neck, causing you to giggle. He kisses your cheek, and you manage to pull away long enough to flip around, giving him a proper hug.

“How was the library?”

JJ pulls away so you can see his response.

“It was busy, people are setting up for the bake sale tomorrow. We’re expecting to bring in a lot of money for the childrens’ program. Which means that I might be able to do more than just my puppet shows!”

His mustache twitches as he smiles, getting a playful laugh out of you a boop to his nose.

“As if you’d ever abandon your puppet shows, but I’m very happy to hear all that. I made a coffee cake, and I have lemon cupcakes in the oven.”

“I could smell them from outside the front door, it smells amazing.”

“Thank you, I hope they’re good enough for the bake off.”

JJ grabs your shoulders to face him again as you turned away to check on the cupcakes in the oven.

“This is more than what I could’ve hoped for, thank you.”

He kisses you briefly, seeing a little bit of a blush on his cheeks as genuine joy twinkles in his eyes. Your shoulders relax as you see how pleased he looks, and you both go into the living room to watch a show and cuddle while the cupcakes bake, and then cool.

“Would you like help with frosting them? Since I’m home?”

“That would be amazing, thank you, sweets~”

The pet name makes him blush again, but he follows you into the kitchen to help.You whip up the frosting quickly, dividing it between two piping bags so you can both work together. You each go to work at a separate dozen, although he seems to get it done far faster than you. He boops you with the tip of the bag, getting a little on the tip of your nose.

You’re surprised for a moment, frozen, before you take your finger and wipe the frosting off your nose. In retaliation, with a giggle, you do the same back to him. This continues until he’s chasing you around the kitchen, trapping you in place for long enough for him to give you a frosting mustache, matching his own. You’re both a mess of sugar and giggles, and he pulls you in for a kiss, the yellow frosting dyeing his mustache a vibrant color.

“Now we match~!”

He waves you off, kissing your cheek after he wipes it off. Maybe you should make some more frosting…

#jameson jackson #jj #jameson jackson x reader #jj x reader #jse jj #jse jameson jackson #septic egos #jse egos #gn!reader #silent cinnamonroll #chaoswrites

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puppetfives · 4 months

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#puppeteer creepypasta #the puppeteer creepypasta #puppeteer #creepypasta #puppeteer x reader #puppeteer x you #puppeteer smut #puppeteer lemon #new on tumblr #whythefuckamiaskingthis?#creepypasta headcanon #puppeteer headcanon #headcanon

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iwouldfuckantisepticeye · 4 years

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Yeessss. I'm in love with this blog, I have major lady boner for The Glitch Demon. Especially when hes a more dominant one, I would so let him fuck me and degrade me while calling me a Puppet. Also I'm imagining he's really into dirty talking. I would gladly let him take me at anytime~ (Dirty Puppet is what I'm gonna call myself to distinguish from other anons)

#wHOOOOOOO #Dirty Puppet #anonymous #Mod L #lemon #confessions #Antisepticeye confessions #Antisepticeye #Antisepticeye x Reader #Antisepticeye/Reader

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years

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Hey baby! How bout an OC matchup? Her name is Nightmare,she's the daughter of Zalgo and a human woman.In human years, shes almost 17, but in demon years,she's like 1600.Shes 5'3, has shoulder length ginger hair,is completely covered in freckles and had blue-white eyes.When she's hungry,she goes ferial and has black goo dripping from every hole.She's got a pretty hot bod but covers it with real baggy cloths and chains.Night terrors,like,all the time.Doesn't trust easy.Flinchy. NSFW too please❤

Ooh I wasn’t sure who to choose for this one ngl

I match her with: The Puppeteer

Puppet naturally gravitates towards people that aren’t exactly... people persons

Considering she’s both not entirely human herself and doesn’t trust easily, she makes for a perfect match

He isn’t completely human either, so he understands her better than the regular creeps

There’s this very easy connection between them, which may be strange to Nightmare, and she might be inclined to push him away at first

But Puppet strives on this reaction; there’s just something much more fulfilling when gaining that kind of trust

So sooner or later, being around him will just feel like second nature

He’s always there for her when she has night terrors; he’ll hold her against him and stroke her hair or croon softly in that hauntingly beautiful voice of his

He’s kinda intrigued by her goo ngl

But he knows better than to mess with her when she goes feral

He’s also really really into her baggy clothes and chain aesthetic

NSFW

Chains & puppet strings? More like bondage galore

Seriously, it’s bound (get it? bound? hehe) to happen one way or another

Puppet definitely enjoys being the one in control, so he’d love to tangle her up in his strings~

Feeling her tugging and wriggling against the golden bindings, desperately whimpering his name gets him so horny

He might let her tie him up as well

If she uses her chains as a leash & a collar on him, he’s done for

He’s also into pet play and loves teasing the hell out of her

He lives for her reactions; loves seeing her gasp with that desperate, needy look in her eyes

His fingers, by the way, are 👌👌

Like he’ll know exactly where to reach to get her all nice & riled up

Which is certainly a good thing, because with all the teasing he does, he’d be getting in trouble if he didn’t have those skilled digits on his side

He’s not very romantic in the heat of the moment per se, but he’ll put effort into setting the mood right to make up for it

Matchups are closed but y’all are welcomed to request other things~

#creepypasta #matchup #creepypasta matchup #creepypasta x reader #lemon #smut #the puppeteer #puppeteer x reader #x reader #x reader matchup

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jin0 · 2 years

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THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS

CHAPTER 2 : THE CLICHE OF THE DECEASED WIFE

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Summary : After years of absence, you were thought to be dead. But here you were, alive and ready to take everything that was yours, or you'd die trying. And this time, you would take both of them with you.

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minor DNI, canon level violence, mentions of murder, guns and blood, soft!dark, angst, fluff, trauma (mental and physical)

A/N : the fact that i deleted all dialogue except one sentence to make it more emo ?? i have no business being this dramatic

The habit taken by both the mobsters over the five years of your absence all had something to do with you. Some believed that part of the grieving process meant getting back to normal, living as they used to but slowly incorporating small acts and element that reminded of the person they’d lost. They would slowly built their lives over the debris of their destroyed hearts, changing everything in their daily lives to mimic your presence. It was all fake, all of it, but it felt good.

For Steve and Bucky it was the same.

They slowly added elements of you into their lives, even more than what they had already. Slowly, everything they did had to do with you, you had them wrapped around your fingers even when you were gone. The ghost of you still looming over them, watching, controlling just like a puppeteer would.

They refused to believe that you were dead somewhere, possibly because of them. To them, you were alive and safe, somewhere hiding from them. This was the only explanation, the only one they’d take. Call it love, or maybe obsession, they needed to do this. For their safety and the safety of others. You were simply hiding from them to punish them for their sins.

At first it was more to preserve themselves that they had kept this habit, putting you in their lives as if you were still there. Fake it until you make it right ?

Here, they only hoped to survive.

It wasn’t about succeeding, they didn’t expect or want to succeed at anything. They wanted to live. They could never without you, it was simply impossible. Inconceivable even. So they lied to themselves. For the two first years of your absence, they had lied.

The lie had stopped after an additional night of going to sleep in a bed that lacked your scent. The sweet scent of vanilla, brown sugar, lemon and honey, all of it was gone. They’d buried their faces in the pillows, hoping for one last hint of you but all of it was gone now. They had gone above and beyond to keep the ghost of you for as long as possible but the lie could not go on any longer. Everything around made it clear now, you were gone and most likely to never return.

Steve had been the first to accept it, crying in silence while Bucky slowly got more and more violent. He had to watch as the man he loved, his best friend, a piece of him, slowly let it all out, the longing, the pain, the anger, all of it. The screams of pain that resonated in the house were nothing compared to the sound of them from up close. He hugged the man he loved for hours, begging for him to stop, begging for him to try and calm down, but it was impossible. Maybe it was a proof of his love for you, one last declaration before he let go.

James Barnes was not one to let himself be swallowed by his feelings, but he had no choice here. His only way out was to scream, to let his feelings explode and possessed him entirely. This was his only way of feeling you, grappling at the last bit of emotions he could remember from you. Everything that was left of you was gone, or at least everything non-tangible.

For hours they searched the house and gathered everything that you had left. They were certain that you would be back because everything you owned was here. It had actually made more sense for you to have been taken because everything was left behind. They knew you better than anyone and you never left without at least a few of the things you owned. You’d even left your promise ring here. You adored that ring, so why would you leave it behind ?

No matter what they did to you, you'd never leave your promise ring behind.

They’d been desperate to be relieved from the panic and pain from that day. The day you left.

As they both sat, completely silent and staring at the screen in front of them, they watched the last of what they had saved of you.

Pictures, audio recordings and videos, they watched it all, knowing it by heart but never feeling like they’d seen it all. It wasn’t enough, ever. They always needed to see more, to learn and understand more. Something had them convinced that in these videos and photos were hidden the secrets of your whereabouts. Maybe it was paranoia but it looked more like desperation than anything.

Running inside their home, they could already feel that something was wrong. The feeling of home, the warmth, your scent, it was dissipating in the air with each passing second. The house was cold, as if all the windows had been opened to let out something, to hide something. It was all so windy inside, you’d feel like the smell of the rain that poured outside would’ve spread inside but no. Nothing could hide this familiar scent they’d grown used to, a scent that symbolized the life they lived.

All around, everything smelled like blood, as if dozens of bodies were littered around the place and the smell of their rotting bodies had spread to engulf yours and make it all a memory. You were already fading in their lives, they could feel it.

We could raise that it was the blood that poured out of their own wounds or the rapid pace of their hearts, hammering so violently against their ribcage that it could be heard by anyone around. All these could be the factors that weighted the most in their current state, but they knew better. They knew something was wrong, it was evident. They could feel it trembling in their bones, their entire beings screaming for them to be quick, before it was too late.

They climbed the stairs, running and screaming your name in vain. They pleaded for you to reveal yourself, to make yourself known. They needed to know that you were still here, still with them. It took them an two hours to give up. You weren’t in the house and there was no point in wasting anymore time.

They sent a dozen different teams to look for you, search the entirety of New York and turn it all upside down. Anything that would give them an answer was good enough. Each flight, each train, each taxi and bus. They’d take anything to find you, losing you was never an option. They couldn’t accept it.

“You search all over New York. Every garden, forest, house. Everything that could be familiar to her, where she’d feel safe. You find her.” Had said Bucky, trying his best to maintain himself clear and composed.

To the normal eye, it would feel wrong. The two claimed to love her so deeply but one looked as frozen as ice while the other was absent. But Steve’s absence was enough of an answer to the curiosity of those who did not know better than to assume.

Steve was standing alone, in the room you three shared, holding a bloody cloth. Your scent coated the fabric as well as your blood. He could feel the mix between the heat of a piece of clothing freshly worn, and the freezing liquid.

His silence spoke a thousand words. Words of pure anger, betrayal, fear and desperation. These emotions he’d felt before felt new now, as he’d been reborn after you. Nothing could settle the heart of a men who’d managed to get a taste at unconditional love and acceptance after years of deprivation and self restraint. He’d kept himself and his heart safe by centering it on Bucky alone but you’d been a door to greater bliss and now that he had seen what was out there, he refused to go back in the darkness.

His grip on the piece of cloth was held tight enough to see his knuckles visibly turn white and the excess blood drip all over the skin of his palms.

Bucky stayed quiet, fist held tightly and teeth gritted together. The answer to the question he could feel ring inside his lover’s head stayed stuck in his throat, like a knot of tears threatening to jump out and explode. His only possibility was to hug the man he loved, hug him with all his might and try in vain to sooth the small shake of his large body. He was quickly rejected and watched Steve exit the room sadly.

He needed to find balance in the blond man, needed to remind himself that there was still a chance. Maybe you weren’t far, maybe you’d forgive and forget the events that preceded your disappearance. Maybe you’d be clement, generous and prove to them that you would love them no matter what. This was their hope. Because you had promised to love you with everything you had, no matter what.

But in the world they lived in, hopes were meant to be buried or they’d be crushed.

As the hours passed, the guilt and regret started to pile up over the rest. The exhaustion from the previous days, the bloody wounds and violent migraines. They were drained of life and devastated by the day’s discoveries. Nothing could save them, not even your presence, that could be felt as it slowly dissipated and disappeared with the last bits of your sweet scent and lingering warmth you

They’d lost you.

It took eight hours of search before each team concluded in the worst case scenario, you had disappeared. Above hope, true terror had made its way into their heart and grew each passing second. You could be dead just like you could be alive, but the latter was more probable. They knew the lives they lived and exposed you to, your death could be the only way but mourning was impossible. They couldn’t allow the thought of your death to cement itself in them. They refused to grieve and to move on, so they lived with your shadow looming over them.

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Thank you all for the reblogs, likes, tags, and more for this story! I hope you enjoy learning more about the mystery of this particular Krampus! Thanks for reading! Female Reader x Male Monster (Krampus) [part 1] tw/warnings: death of a minor character ; lemon at story’s end (see Citrus Scale for more) ; oral s* x, monster s*x, unprotected s*x, size k*nk, bulge k*nk If you had to describe Königburg after being put on the spot, the first word you’d think of is “cozy”. And that isn’t because of the darling, two-storied bed and breakfast Ella reserved your stay at. Even with its fortified walls, stone buildings, and vast, Gothic architecture, Omi’s hometown possesses a lovely charm all its own.

And you’re positive, after touring the sites Königburg had to offer, you’ll be hard-pressed to think of it in any other way. Especially with the lingering sweetness and warmth of the cinnamony, apple strudel settling in your stomach from an early dinner. The sole drawback? The change to the original meet-up location arranged between Ella and your local guide.

“Strange how he suddenly said he couldn’t come to the hotel,” you murmur to your childhood friend. “Did something come up?”

“Yeah. I asked him about it, but he insisted on explaining the change in person. In certain situations, that’d be admirable, but since we’re tourists in a foreign country…”

Your mind quickly completes her unspoken thought: it’s a terrifying setup, no matter how you look at it. At least you both were keen to pack pepper spray before leaving America. Here’s hoping neither of you would need to use it.

The ten minute walk dispels the worst of your nerves as the sun gently sets behind the horizon. In fact, you find it difficult to focus on your worries as you pass by a growing number of cheerful faces, both local and tourist alike. But your general caution remains, as it always does in uncertain situations.

With the help of a few directional signs, you soon stand before the Town Hall Square and on the edge of a snow-dusted wonderland.

Beyond the bundled crowds, evergreen garlands studded with twinkling lights hang from the neat rows of painted, wooden stalls. And high above them on the balconies of the older, historic buildings. Vivid blues, reds, and green stand out against the brown-gray of the cobblestones, highlighting the people browsing the stalls for handcrafted wares. Ornaments, nutcrackers, dolls, puppets, sculptures—little knickknacks and bobbles themed for the holidays, all perfectly arranged with seeming cluttered.

And the smells. Savory spices intermingled with the scent of sweets and other foods native to the area. Instead of overpowering the cold freshness of the winter’s night, both mix together in a seamless way. It’s enough to make your mouth water.

The sights, smells, and sounds are nearly enough to make your head spin. But what truly takes your breath away, standing in the middle of the square, is the tallest evergreen tree you’ve ever seen. It’s simply decorated with freshly fallen snow scattered among its lit branches; no ornaments or tinsel of the sort. Not even an angel or star adorning the top. Yet its beauty isn’t lost on you as you take in the sight. Ella breathes out a reverent “wow”, voicing what you can’t.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

You startle, sucking in a short, cold breath as you and Ella both turn around. The deep yet smooth voice chuckles as you take in its owner. The man is tall, his build reminding you of the smaller strongmen you’d see featured on many sports channels. A warm smile lights up his blue eyes and pale, broad features. A few flakes of snow cling to his light brown hair, which is pulled back into a long braid. Yet oddly enough, unlike you and Ella, the stranger only wears a modest green jacket and blue jeans instead of a heavy coat and pants.

He’s handsome, no doubt about it; but also a little…intimidating?

“Oh!” With a growing smile, Ella is quick to extend one of her gloved hands towards him. “It’s great to finally meet you in person!”

“Likewise,” the man says, shaking her hand. His accent is more noticeable this time around since you’re more aware.

He turns towards you and nods his head, now sporting a grin showcasing just a bit of white teeth. You shove your mitten-clad hands into your coat pocket then glance towards Ella.

“Right, you two haven’t formally met yet. This is Kaspar, our official tour guide during our stay…unless something’s changed?”

With such a build and presence, you can’t see anyone attempting to bother you or Ella as long as he’s around. His sheer height and the need to lift your head just to meet his eyes is proof of that.

“It’s wonderful to put a face to the name Ella has said time and time again,” he tells you.

Kaspar doesn’t offer his hand; just an understanding smile and a nod as you shift back and forth on your booted feet. You’re immensely thankful he doesn’t press the issue.

“Same here,” you say.

He looks towards Ella with a weaker smile. “I’d still love to be your tour guide. It’s just that my father’s health has become a huge concern.”

That statement quickly catches your attention. An awkward silence takes hold of you all, but Kaspar is quick to push onward.

“He’s alright! His condition has been stable for the last month and all of his needs are being met.” He rubs a bare hand against the nape of his neck. “He actually insisted that I come by talking my ear off. He didn’t stop until I was out the door.”

Kaspar’s muttered “stubborn old man” dispels the heavy air, drawing a huff of laughter from you. If Omi were still alive, she and Kaspar’s father would definitely get along.

“As long as you’re sure,” you tell him.

“Very,” he replies, inclining his head. “Since we’re in the middle of the famed Rider’s Market, did you two want to look around?”

“Now we’re talking!” Ella says with a grin. “Let’s go!”

Your group meticulously visits each stall, talking with the respective seller about their wares while Kaspar provides additional information as a local. The temptation to buy, buy, and buy is great, but you and Ella dig in your heels and stick to your pre-planned budget.

In the end, you and she have purchased a few items for yourselves and your family members. With the night in full swing, Kaspar insisted on purchasing three glasses of warm, mulled wine, “the perfect thing to warm up the body on such a cold night”.

“I’d take some cherry schnapps in a heartbeat, but this is just as good,” he says after taking a sip. Ella wrinkles her nose.

“Not for me, thanks. I’ll stick to what I know.” She inclines her head towards you with a hum.

“But she’s used alcohol in her cooking before. In fact, she was thinking of tackling more complex flavors like schnapps.”

You raise a splayed hand and twist it back and forth.

“I’ve only used it a few times and I’m still new to the technique…”

Your doubt doesn’t stop Kaspar’s eyes from lighting up with a smile.

“Still, trying out something new means you’re willing to learn to expand your tastes and opinions. It’s a good quality to have. Others can benefit from that mindset.”

As his gaze meets yours, a pleasant warmth settles in your chest. One that isn’t from the mulled wine. But it’s still welcome. You softly offer your thanks around the rim of your mug before taking another sip, acutely feeling Ella’s prolonged stare.

The rest of the night is spent browsing the stalls until the crowds begin to wane. You both accept Kaspar’s offer to escort you both back to your hotel while chatting about the upcoming itinerary. Ella suggests a few changes based on his knowledge about the town, which you both feel will add more authenticity to your trip.

Once you’re both standing at the hotel’s doorstep, you both bid Kaspar a good night. As you trail after Ella, you glimpse him smiling at you, eliciting that same warm feeling from before.

The next two days are spent touring Königburg and learning more about its rich history. Why the Rider’s Market is called such; the importance of the surrounding city walls; the artistic significance of the altarpiece tucked away inside St. James’s Church. During it all, you notice Kaspar asking for your opinion during each stop, hanging onto your replies. He also stands closer to you, but the lack of distance isn’t unwanted with the heat he radiates. And judging by Ella’s knowing smile, she’s noticed too.

Even with all the history-centric visits, Kaspar makes sure there’s still plenty of time for more winter merriment.

The fairytale stroll takes your group through the old streets to view many of Königburg’s buildings. And on their windows, you glimpse a number of quotes from an older version of “Beauty and the Beast”. Both you and Ella are enchanted by the layout and the story itself. But towards the end, you notice Kaspar’s lackluster joy once the Beast becomes human again.

“I’m guessing the story isn’t one of your favorites?” you ask.

“Something like that,” he says.

An hour later, at the Outdoor Garden, you and Kaspar are seated at a high-top, wooden table covered by a patio umbrella. Even though he insisted on getting the food and drinks for lunch, Ella swiftly dissuaded him, volunteering for the task instead. All while flashing you that knowing smile. That Kaspar sees.

You bite back a groan. Having your best friend play matchmaker isn’t something you thought would happen during the trip. Sighing, you ready yourself and turn your attention towards him.

“I’m sorry about Ella. My past relationships haven’t panned out so she means well, but…”

“I’m not.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his soft gaze.

“C-come again?”

“You don’t have to apologize for Ella’s behavior. It would be a lie to say I haven’t been glad for her help, especially since I’m rather fond of you.”

Your pulse deepens, steadily increasing as your body grows very aware of what little space there is between you two.

“Really?” Your voice is a horrible squeak you wince at before clearing your throat. “I…I think there is something there, but we haven’t known each other for long, so…”

You trail off, heat bursting from your cheeks at the admittance. This wasn’t what you planned at all. But a slow, gentle touch redirects your focus. Kaspar’s hand settles on top of your, nearly engulfing it. You find yourself staring into deep blue eyes paired with a sadden smile. He murmurs your name.

“You really don’t remember that night, do you?”

“What?”

But Kaspar doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. He doubles over in his seat, his forehead colliding with the tabletop. The loud thud is only noticeable to you due to the live music and singing. You reach over and touch his shoulders, calling out to him. His reedy voice strains out a reply.

“...’m fine. I have to go.”

You’re left clutching at cold air as Kaspar seemingly vanishes. But you catch him bolting around a corner past a throng of cheerful people. You hear Ella call for you; maybe you answer. Maybe she tries to dash after you but loses sight of you. How else are you alone chasing after Kaspar? You pivot around one last corner, hoping to find him. But all that awaits you is the stone side of a building; a dead end.

You pant, eyes darting around for any sign of him.

“Kaspar? Where are you? Kaspar, please—”

A soft, pained groan cuts you off. Just from behind you, down a much smaller passageway that’s so easily missed. Swallowing your nerves, you slowly approach the opening and peer into the shadows. A barely visible shape curls in on itself, releasing the same pained moan as before.

“Kaspar?”

A few ragged breaths. Another hurt groan—a growl.

But you have to know, fear be damned. You say Kaspar’s name again and hear the faintest reply.

“...I’m here.”

It’s soft but harsh, mixed with a deep rumble you’d expect from a large predator. But the sound is familiar. It is him. The shape shifts, growing taller and taller. It shifts forward, the motion reverberating with a harsh clack and of something ripping. The sound of hooves. Hooves, you soon see, that are coupled with dark, thick fur covering the entire body and contrasting with sharpened white teeth. But the facial features are familiar.

Kaspar stares down at you with blackened eyes, no white sclera in sight. You feel small, but not scared. Just like that night twenty years ago—

“I’ll tell you my name when we meet again. I promise.”

“It’s you,” you breathe out. “The boy from that night.”

A ghost of a smile graces his face until a wince seizes his features. Kaspar sinks to the ground, teeth sharpening and elongating before your eyes. As if he can't control what’s happening. You can’t fathom how to help save for offering comfort. As his fingers elongate, you gently coax him against your chest and cradle his head in your arms.

“I’m here,” you whisper against the swath of fur on his temple. “I’m here.”

The next moments are the longest you’ve ever experienced, each more nerve-wracking than the last. But you stay where you are, refusing to abandon him.

The growling subsides until Kaspar’s left breathing shakily. He lifts his arms, as if considering, then lets them fall to his side.

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “But what’s going on? Why are you hurting? What’s happening?��

Kaspar presses closer to your chest and laughs bitterly. “I thought there was still time. But he…”

His voice breaks, a deeply weak and wet sound. So different from the confidence and calm you know him for. You hold him a bit closer and a bit tighter, waiting until he gains back his composure. And for him, for the boy who unknowingly turned your world upside down that night, you’d wait forever.

“My father isn’t long for this world,” he says. “What’s happening to me is proof of that. He’s dying and I’m not there.”

“Then how do we get to him?”

Kaspar pulls back enough to peer up at you, the eyeshine focusing on your face.

“‘We’? But why?”

He tries to shrink away, make himself smaller but you hold firm and keep embracing him. You look at Kaspar with a resolute gaze.

“Because you saved my life that night. And made things better for me. Whatever’s going on with your father, I want to help. Let me repay the favor. Please.”

No words. Only the faint sound of music from afar and the pressure of his touch against you..

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll have to generate a portal. To get back home. But I’ll need to gain some strength back.”

“Whatever you need,” you say.

Kaspar doesn’t shy away from your touch but he doesn’t lean into it like before. You don’t fault him for the choice, not when his father is on the brink. When he shifts against your hold with a long breath, you let go and watch him stand to his feet, following his lead.

“Whatever happens,” he says, “fight off the urge to run.”

Kaspar extends his clawed hand at the empty space before you, fingers splayed wide.

The air surrounding you shifts, crackling with a force you’ve never felt before. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on edge as black fissures spawn from nothing a few feet behind you. The breach grows until a sizable portal stands before you, revealing nothing beyond its unyielding, dark corridor. Kaspar’s warning makes more sense now.

“We should go.” The exertion in his tone is hard to ignore. “It won’t stay open for long.”

Taking his hand in yours, you fall in step besides Kaspar and walk into the inky depths. It swallows you whole, robbing you of your sight, hearing, your sense of smell. Only Kaspar’s firm grip around your hand keeps you grounded enough to endure the lack of sensations. Until the awareness of self and your surroundings steadily appear again.

A speck of light that grows into a calming flame; a fireplace. The dull gleam of light against black, iron chains decorated with round, bronzed bells—just like yours. The creaking of the wooden floor, the swaying of hanging birch rods bundled overhead. The scent of the cold and wet from outdoors mixed with the warm timber of the indoors. And the faintest, familiar smell—the one that greeted you when seeing Omi in person for the last time.

The pale-skinned man lying underneath the thick quilt before you doesn’t move, save for the weak rise and fall of his chest. But his rheumy, blue eyes do flutter open as Kaspar steps forward and kneels at his side. The elder smiles, rasping out a few words in what you think is German. The tones are familiar to your ears, but the words themselves are odd; much older. As Kaspar encases his father’s thin, wizened hand between his, you let your gaze fall to the floor, refusing to intrude during this private moment. But your ears catch Kaspar’s voice breaking without warning.

“Farewell, Father.”

Kaspar’s cries are muffled from pressing his face against the bedspread. His form is larger now, a complete image now that his transformation is finished. You step closer to him, off to the side to avoid the large tapering horns curving from the top of his head. Eyes burning, you place a hand on his shoulder and feel his body go limp, resting solely on his bent knees.

Kaspar’s composure returns slowly but surely. You continue offering support however you can as he needs, even as he fells trees without an issue. Once his father’s body is wrapped in cloth and placed upon the unlit pyre, Kaspar looks at you and you him. The fur under his eyes is still wet from his tears.

“I’ve already inherited the mantle of Krampus from my father with his passing. But once there’s nothing left but ash, the transition will be complete. I’ll take on the responsibility and all that comes with the role for next year.”

“That’s why you were outside that night long ago,” you say. “Your father was teaching you what to expect.”

“He was. He taught me everything I know and how to care for myself. I wasn’t his child by blood, but he loved me regardless. Just as his father before him and his father’s father.”

He continues, even as the pieces of information fall in place in your mind.

“Since medieval times, maybe even longer, Krampus has always existed. But the figure has never been just one being. The first of us found an unwanted child and took them in. He cared for the child here in this realm. The tradition continued as time passed.”

His black eyes focus on the unmoving bundle without wavering.

“My father witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, countless battles, numerous plagues, and the industrialization of the world. He saw the worst humanity had to offer and the best they inspired in others. After all of that, it was old age that finally bested him.”

“...I think…”

You take a calming breath to center yourself.

“I think as children, many of us see our parents as invincible beings. They protect and shelter us. They explain the world to us. And they dry our tears, all while getting us ready to be self-sufficient. Their passing is…something unimaginable but as we grow older, we know it’ll happen. That doesn’t mean we’re prepared when it does.”

You wipe away an errant tear with a watery laugh.

“I wasn’t related to her, but Omi Helena was like that, more so since she treated me like another granddaughter.”

Kaspar stiffens at your words.

“My father said that name before. When I asked him about her, he said she was the only woman he ever loved. She begged him to take her away with him, but he didn’t. He couldn’t take her from all she knew, no matter how stubborn she was. So for her to live a normal life, he left without telling her.”

Omi’s final words to you resound in your mind, the memory pricking at your heart. More tears fall from your eyes and this time, you let them.

“She never knew. Omi passed on but warned me about the bell you gave me. She…she didn’t want me to go through the heartbreak she did.”

A warm touch encircles your hand then intertwines itself between your fingers.

“Then,” Kaspar says, tightening his grip just so, “maybe now they both can find peace.”

“A-are you…am I ever going to see you again?”

You hate how soft and small you sound. But you’ve stepped over an edge, one that you can never hope to uncross. A vulnerability you’ve rarely felt comes to the forefront.

Kaspar smiles down at you. His clawed thumb rubs against the back of your hand.

“You still have my bell and you’ve seen my home. You embraced me and supported me during my darkest time. I’d be a fool to let that mean nothing and never see you again.”

You laugh wetly and return his smile, squeezing his hand.

That’s all you need to hear.

ONE YEAR LATER

To this day, Ella still hasn’t let you live down your decision “to run all over Königburg like a headless chicken”. She’s let up since learning the cause was a family emergency Kaspar needed to tend to. But she won’t let you forget how your actions mirrored that one night during your childhood.

Still, if you were given the choice, you’d do it all over again. All because it led to meeting the man who would claim your heart. The same one you’re waiting for during a cold, post-Christmas night. It’s hard to stay awake so close to midnight, but you’re determined. Kaspar promised to stop by your apartment after his first official go as Krampus. Knowing how much the role means to him, you want to be supportive as possible.

THUD

You startle, much more aware than a few moments ago. It’s a good thing you live on the third floor of your apartment complex and don’t have any next door neighbors.

You hop to your feet, taking a second to stretch out your stiff limbs before bounding to the front door. Opening it reveals a grinning Kaspar brandishing a few Christmas-themed gift bags. You pop up on your tiptoes and he bends down to meet you in a chaste kiss. You hum against his lips, enjoying the heat he naturally gives off.

“That’s one way to announce your arrival,” you say, stepping back to let him in. “Dramatic, much?”

Kaspar shrugs, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Father insisted on the use of flair. It supposedly helps with the fear factor.”

You laugh. “Probably for most kids, but not all seeing as how I was an exception.”

“Yes, and a wonderful one at that.”

Ahhh, he never fails to fluster you at least once, whether in person or through videocalls. But you’re hoping, that tonight, you can turn the tides in your favor.

After setting down the bags and brewing two mugs of black caramel tea, you drink in the sight of your boyfriend from your seat on the coach. He looks well—and as tall as ever—but one thing stands outs.

“Everything alright? Your hand’s halfway between being human and that of a Krampus.”

He holds up his right hand, examining the black color that progresses to a lightened gray at his clawed fingertips.

“I suppose I’m still energetic from my first time being Krampus. There’s an odd rush that comes with leaping from roof to roof to scare the disobedient straight.”

“And you’re done for the night?”

He nods. “All the better to spend time with you, Häschen.”

Little rabbit, he calls you. But not tonight. This is it; this is your chance. You drain the last bit of your tea, wetting your lips with the remnants as you hold his gaze.

“Want to blow off some post-work steam then, big guy?”

His cheeks and the tips of his ear burn a pretty red you haven’t seen in a while. It’s adorable. More so when you tilt your head expectantly, awaiting his answer as he clears his throat.

“Are you sure? It’d be our first time together. And the transformation...”

You reach over and twine your fingers with his then squeeze, noting how his fingernails are lengthening into claws.

“Is something I’m not scared of in the slightest,” you say. “It’s a part of you, just like your human form. Which is wonderfully easy on the eyes, I might add.”

Kaspar chuckles, growing redder while looking your way with an expectant smile. A shame, since it evaporates your remaining bravado damnit. But you trudge on, knowing exactly how want the night to end.

“Besides I…actually like it. A lot—!”

You gasp as two large, clawed hands gently grip at your waist. They drag against your pajama top, almost tearing the fabric. All to pull you flush against his heated body to feel how eager he is. Kaspar grins down at you with sharp teeth and elongating fangs.

“Then I shouldn’t leave my dear häschen disappointed, hm?”

You squeal and laugh as he lifts you effortlessly into a bridal carry. His claws dip beneath your pajama bottoms to skim against your lower back, making you shudder. He draws nonsensical shapes against your warming skin, careful to not draw blood. He could, you know he could so easily, but how he doesn’t and just only teases...

You whine pitifully as he sits you on the edge of your bed, watching as he carefully, slowly, pulls off his clothes. Still, the sight is lovely and you can’t help but admire his build and bulk.

You reach out an eager hand once he’s only in his boxer-briefs. He not only meets you half way, but guides you to straddle his hips as he crosses his legs. Your fingertips skim across his chest then down his toned stomach to the hem of his underwear.

“So is this my present for this year?” you ask. “Because I’m not complaining.”

You squeak from the sensation of sharp teeth nipping at your pulse point. Then, Kaspar pulls a deep moan from you by lapping at your skin with his much longer tongue.

“N-not complaining at all. Fuck Kaspar…”

He chuckles, voice deepening into a rich, sinful tone that goes straight to your cunt.

“Just one of a few,” he drawls. “If you’d like, I can go—”

“I swear to god if you stop, I’ll kick your furry ass.”

Kaspar laughs, gripping at your hips and pulling you flush against his growing erection. You grind down against him, threading your fingers through the thick fur at his shoulders. The resulting sparks are good but aren’t enough.

“Kas, please...”

“Far be it from me to deny you anything, love.”

Kaspar takes his time removing your pajama top, laying you down to press kisses to your collarbone, down to the skin just above your breasts then your stomach. Once he rids you of your bottoms, still leaving your panties, he presses his thumbpad against the growing the dampness between you legs.

“Look at you, häschen,” he coos. “I haven’t done anything worthwhile and you’re already so wet for me.”

You rub against his finger to feel more warmth and pressure only for him to pull away.

“Now, now,” he chides above your whining. “Think you can be a good girl and let me taste you? I promise you’ll feel so good.”

You nod against the pillows behind your head.

“Please, please, Kaspar. Wanna feel you...!”

He yanks off your panties, leaving you bare as he positions his horned head right in front of your sopping cunt. He laves at your lips with the thin tip of his tongue then your clit, pulling a strained curse from your throat. You try to sit up and reach for his horns only for his tongue to plunge into your wet heat.

You cry out and fall back, your body arching at how it leaves no place untouched and skims against your cervix. And the heat; it’s almost searing, but so addicting and god do you want more.

As if reading your thoughts, Kaspar retracts his tongue just enough so it rubs against that one spot that leaves you seeing sparks behind your eyes. Again and again and again.

“God, Kas, ‘m gonna cum!”

His hand finds yours, twining your fingers together with a squeeze. One final swirl of his tongue pushes you over the edge, pulling a strained cry from your throat.

He slowly withdraws his tongue from between your pulsing walls, lapping up as much of your release as he can. Catching your breath, you glance up to see him hovering over you with a pleased smirk. He isn’t fully transformed, but he’s more than halfway there. You giggle as he growls at you playfully, reaching up towards him as he kisses you. He moans against your mouth, letting you taste yourself before pulling back with a hum.

“We can stop now if you want,” he murmurs, but you’re quick to shake your head.

“I want to keep going, but only you want to. Do you?”

“More than anything, häschen,” he breathes.

You grin. “Need some help with shedding your last bit of clothes?”

A sudden rip and the swift motion of his claws is all the answer you need. You laugh, looping your arms around his neck.

“Really, Kas?”

He shrugs. “The elastic was getting too tight.”

It’s enough to pull a fit of giggles from you. He nuzzles his forehead against yours, shifting his large bulk to better position himself. But you end up staring straight at his chest instead of his face.

“Here,” you say pushing against him. “Let’s try this, instead.”

You’re soon straddling him again with no barriers between you two. His large, erect cock is pressed between your bodies, relative to his size and weeping despite being untouched. Your mouth waters at the sight, but the urge to use it will have to wait. You focus on Kaspar and rest your palm against his cheek.

“This way, I can see what makes you feel good and we can both control the pace,” you say. “You alright?”

“I should be asking you that, love.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I need to stop. Ready, big guy?”

Leaning down, he presses his forehead against yours and nods. He lifts you up so the tip of his cock presses against your sensitive hole. You wrap your arms around his neck and shift against his gentle hold. His head coaxes past your lips making you moan.

Just that bit alone presses against you fully, leaving no spot untouched. The fact you’re already feeling dazed from just that...

“More,” you breathe. “Want more, Kas.”

He grunts, his grip tightening on your asscheeks. His trembling transfers to you, pulling you from your haze.

“Kas?” Damnit, you’re slurring your words. “You ‘kay?”

“Shit…the change’s not done. Still coming. Can’t stop it—”

You kiss him deeply and let your tongue caress his, shushing him.

“It’s fine baby, it’s fine, I want it, please Kas I’m begging you. I’ll be fine!”

He keeps pushing in with a low hiss, stretching you so completely and deeply. And the way he fills you. God, you’ll never want another man. The burn is amazing; grounding yet leaving you breathless. And he’s still pushing in, until the head of his cock kisses your cervix. It’s then your ass ends up flush against his hips.

Your head lolls against your shoulders then falls forward, pressing against Kaspar’s heaving chest. Your body feels aflame but his fur carries the chilling scent of winter and his forested home. Calming yet addicting. Kaspar’s breathing stutters as he looks down at where you’re connected.

“Kas?”

“Shit...it’s me. T-there’s an outline...”

You grip at his fur with one hand, letting the other fall to your lower stomach. Your fingers skim against the hard bulge pushing out from inside you.

“Fuck, Kas, I can feel you...”

“Can I?” he strains out. “Want to move, please häschen, need to.”

“Yes, yes, move.”

He lifts you up and down on his cock, leaving the tip inside then touching your cervix with each motion. The sheer size of it leaves nothing untouched, pulling and pushing at your walls. His arms pump faster. Pressure builds up inside you, deeper and stronger than you’ve experienced. It leaves you slack jawed and panting, but you manage to hook your heels at his waist. Dig your fingers into his fur and listen as he rambles nonsense in German and English.

“Scheisse! So good, so good. Going to cum, häschen. I should—”

“Fuck, stay right there, Kas, cum inside—hah—it’s okay…!”

The band of pressure snaps, leaving you screaming and crying into Kaspar’s thick fur at the pleasure surging through your body. He follows right after, pulling you flush against his body to thrust deeply once more. Kaspar bellows into his hand with a roar that leaves you shivering.

Time passes, more than enough for you to catch your breath and overcome your daze. Kaspar’s tongue swipes at the sweat and tears staining your face; you smile.

“Feel better, big guy?”

Kaspar groans against your skin then sighs.

“Amazingly so. Perhaps we can make this a tradition of sorts?”

“I am more than okay with that idea. Stay the night?”

“Yes. And if I want to stay longer?”

You coax him down into a gentle kiss and press your forehead to his.

“Like you have to ask.”

#krampus #monster boyfriend #monster romance #lemon #exophilia

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nilolol30 · 2 years

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Sundrop (Moon) x Reader

New assistant pt: 4

"Okay Sun I need to go now" I stood up and started walking to the door Sun quickly stood up and followed me.

"W-wait why don't we have a puppet show? Or or play in the ball pit!" Sun desperately tried to convince me to stay it only just add guilt over guilt.

"I'm sorry Sunny but I really need to leave I'll see you tomorrow I promise" I said giving him a reassuring pat on his arm I closed the huge doors and locked them.

While I was walking to the exit I saw Nic picking up random trash around the area she saw me and smiled "Hey how was the first day?"

"Not bad it was pretty fun" I replied Nic abandoned her plastic bag full of trash and came over "That's good to hear Sun and Moon didn't give you any trouble?"

"No he was wonderful working with but I didn't see Moon through" Nic nodded putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah he's a bit shy and aggressive I think we get a lot of complaints about him but so far nothing big they mostly complain about his eyes saying it gives there kids nightmares or whatever and how his smile is creepy"

"Really? Why did they give him those red eyes though they are a little bit creepy" Nic thought for a moment "Probably to scan the area Moon is also somewhat of a security guard here too so they gave him some night vision and a couple of other crap"

That does make sense he's the night attendant of course he's going to have night vision Nic nudged her elbow on my side "well I need to get back to work or I'll get in trouble again have a good one" Nic waved running back to her bag and equipment.

"Thanks you too bye"

Once I made it home I immediately changed out of uniform and took a nice shower after that I put Sun's drawing on the fridge.

While I was putting the uniform in the washing machine I released there were a sundrop and moondrop candy in one of the pockets Sun must have dropped them in when I wasn't looking I couldn't help but smile.

I have been having trouble sleeping so a moondrop will do some good I put the Sundrop in my handbag for tomorrow and got reddy for bed.

In the morning

After putting on my uniform I got my bag reddy and left for work on the way there I ate the Sundrop it tasted like lemon the Moondrop tasted like one those eucalyptus cough lollys.

When I walked into the building I didn't see Nic but it was pretty early so she probably doesn't work at this time.

Walking past all the Glamrocks rooms I unlocked the daycare the lights still on but Sun wasn't anywhere.

"Sun?" I walked around the daycare calling out to Sun but no answer I even checked the break room even though no animatronics and go in there.

"Sunny? C'mon man where are you" after a few more minutes searching for him I heard something moving in the ball pit I walked over and saw no one in it.

I felt arms wrap around my waist and then suddenly I was picked up and spun around.

"Yay Y/n your back I missed you soooo much it was super duper boring without you!!" Sun squealed jumping up and down.

"As much as I appreciate you being excited can you stop spinning be around" Sun stopped and put me down.

"Sorry sorry I got too excited"

"That's okay so what's the schedule for today?"

"Oh we're going to play a lovely game called head's down thumbs up! And then we will have a nice free time and then we will watch a movie while giving yummy snacks you can join us as a break if you'd like and then home time" Sun announced.

"Cool what movie will we be watching?"

"Oh I have a few Disney movies the children will vote for which one to watch" that's good I haven't seen any Disney movies for a long long time.

"Nice oh that means I'll be able to properly meet Moon right?" Sun jerked up a bit and started picking at his hands "Y-yup you sure do."

"Cool we should go set everything up"

"Oh I already did! I made extra sure no messes are anywhere everything is squeaky clean" Sun put his hands on his hips proudly "that's great thank you."

After hanging out with Sun and waiting for the children to arrive a few already ran in excited and already full of energy.

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #moondrop #moon fnaf #sun fnaf #sundrop x reader #fnaf sb moondrop #moondrop x reader

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narutogwriting · 3 years

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If requests are open, then: Gaara has chosen a bride, but during their engagement she refuses to capitulate to Suna’s council and their desires to have her on their side instead of Gaara’s. So, in order to break trust/break them apart (the details are obvs your choice), a councilman or two sends a shinobi to sexually assault her.

Fortunately, Gaara discovers the man in time to save you.

With this prompt, could you write something for it? Hurt/confort, lemons (jfc tumblr just knock it off with the gag order already), dark/horror, your choice!

PRECIOUS

Pairing: Gaara x Reader

CW: Attempted sexual assault, light NSFW

Length: 4.6k+

A/N: I absolutely hate how this came out, but I hope it works for you and is what you were expecting!

You know that feeling you have when you’re younger? You have the adults in your life. They always seem to know exactly what to say, what to do. And you never truly have to worry, because if you don’t have the answer, there’s always someone that does.

Right and wrong. It’s all so black and white, and you’re lucky because the adults in your life always make the upstanding choices.

At least, that’s what you think.

And then you grow up. Little by little, you become older and wise enough to realize the more you think you know, the less you do.

And maybe it’s something big or something small when you first start to lose your faith in those in authority. But there’s always a moment when it clicks; the people in authority know no more than you do, they’re not morally honorable at all. They just have the power.

You’d been a ninja your whole life, but as you got older, you opted to step into a more political role for your village. You’d been around long enough to see how corrupt the ninja system was as a whole, and you had wanted to change it from the inside out.

You thought you’d already had your moment, multiple moments, even, that showed you just how amoral and deceitful the powers that be were.

You had no idea how bad they truly could get.

“So, I hope you understand what we’re asking. Your compliance is… let’s just say, in your best interest.”

Silence ensued. Sunagakure, like the other villages, had a system of checks and balances. Gaara was the Kazekage, leader of the village, but that didn’t mean he had this all consuming power. The Suna Council consisted of twelve members, all in place to make sure the Kazekage is doing what they should and that all decisions were made in the villages best interest.

The council and the Kazekage were supposed to be working together for the village, to make things, better, to help the people. The council was supposed to be supporting the Kazekage as the leader.

So, in a way, you almost couldn’t believe they would ask you this. Only almost. . The Sand Village had never had a reputation of being above reproach. Why, it was just a few years ago when they had partnered with the Sound Village to overthrow the Leaf Village, killing the Hokage in the process. Gaara had only been a child then, but the Suna Council that had agreed with the plot then was the same council that now demanded you betray your husband to be.

They wanted you in their ranks. The direction that Gaara was ready to lead Suna in wasn’t a direction the elders were ready for it to go.

It was new and completely different from anything they’d seen before. But Gaara was insistent that Suna was going to enter an era of peace and perseverance. They would be a village that would fight for the good of the world, not solely their own interests. Suna as a village would no longer be number one. People would be.

And so they expected you to play a secret agent for them. They would give you orders, and then, as Gaara’s wife to be, you would manipulate him into their desires, make him think they were his own. You would play him as if he were a puppet on your strings.

Maybe it was because you had been a diplomat before moving to the Sand for Gaara. They thought because you were a politician, that you would understand their requests and be bought off so easily. It was the very reason you’d taken the position; the way village politics worked needed to change.

The twelve council members stared at you steadily and expectantly. They expected your concurrence, couldn’t imagine that there would be any thought of going against their wishes. They’d gone so long getting exactly what they wanted.

All good things must come to an end.

There were a couple ways you could have played this. Agreed and then told Gaara what they’d asked. That they were demanding for you to work Gaara behind the scenes and manipulate him to their will. You could have agreed, even. Accepted their offers of power and betrayed your betrothed.

You had endless options, but you would take none of them.

Gaara was the love of your life, going to be your husband, and you would present as a strong front. You would let there be no question of where your loyalty was.

Pushing back your chair, you stood, smacking your hands down on the tables, a sudden, loud move that made the old hags jolt. You bit back a satisfied smirk; good. You wanted to scare them, let them know *exactly where they stood with you.

“How dare you?” You demanded from them, meeting each member’s eye slowly and purposefully, wanting them to understand just how badly they had screwed up by trying to turn you against Gaara.

“I don’t know how things worked back in your days, but Gaara becoming Kazekage has reigned in a new era of peace and restitution for the Sand. Things will no longer be the way you allowed it to for so long, full of evil and sneakiness and cowardice. You’re going to learn soon enough; Suna has no more need for the ways of the old world.” You pushed off the table, scowling in disgust.

“How dare you call yourselves leaders while you attempt to turn the Kazekage’s betrothed into a traitor.” Lips pursed, you looked over them all one more time, doing nothing to hide the contempt in your gaze. “The Kazekage is not going to be pleased when he hears about this.”

With that, you turned on your heel, stomping out of the room, letting the door slam closed behind you.

Out of the room now, away from their gaze, you leaned against the other side of the door, feeling the way your heart raced erratically. You couldn’t believe you’d talked like that to the Suna Council.

You’d never been meek, really. Confrontation just wasn’t your favorite thing, and besides this, you respected your elders and village leaders greatly, not discounting their wisdom or experience just because of different times. You’d even admired the council up until this moment.

But no amount of reverence or admiration would ever surpass what you felt for Gaara. You loved him more than anything or anyone, and you would always be on his side no matter what. There was nothing and no one that could make you falter or second guess being by his side.

Heading back to your apartment, you wished not for the first time you shared it with Gaara. You and Gaara didn’t live together yet; he wasn’t exactly traditional, but he wanted to keep up the appearance of it. He didn’t want to move in together until the two of you were officially married, and that day was coming up soon. You could wait just a little longer until you got to wake up to his face every morning.

Nothing sounded more blissful.

It had been a diplomacy mission that had brought you from your home in Iwagakure to Suna for the very first time.

Love at first sight wasn’t necessarily something you believed in, but the first time you laid eyes on Gaara, you knew there was something special in him. You’d heard the stories and the rumors your whole life, the demonic reincarnation of the one tailed beast that killed everything in his path to the reformed and revered youngest Kage in history.

Gaara had been nothing like you expected.

He had the kindest eyes you’d ever seen. At a young seventeen years old, his eyes held stories of a hundred lifetimes. He was quiet, observant. He took in everything and everyone around him, considering their every move and word before responding himself. When he spoke, it was with a shared respect and understanding of those who he was addressing.

You’d bowed respectfully when you met, addressing him, of course, as Kazekage. When you’d straightened, his eyes on you had you blushing; you felt bare under his gaze.

A week. You were only in Suna one week, and that was all it took for you to fall for Gaara. From the first late night the two of you spent negotiating and discussing the particulars of the alliance between your villages, you got to know Gaara more than you’d ever imagined you would.

And Gaara was just as sprung. From your easy smile to the quickness of your thoughts to the passion in which you spoke, he’d never met anyone like you.

You were a marvel to Gaara, and he didn’t let you leave without letting you know.

You were surprised in all honesty. You hadn’t been able to read whether or not he was as interested in you as you were in him, but either way, you wouldn’t have expected a person like Gaara to be so forward.

He was modest and reverent the night before you were to go back to your village when he told you he’d like you to return soon. He left no room for you to wonder what he meant, instantly letting you know that it was because he was enamoured with you, and he had every intention in pursuing you romantically if you would let him.

Of course you would.

It was one and a half years of dating before you’d opted to give up your position in your village to move to the Sand. Gaara didn’t ask you to, never would have dreamed of making you choose between him and your job, but it was the obvious choice to you.

You loved Gaara irrevocably, and he was Kazekage. He couldn’t leave his village, so you would go to him.

It was only a year after that when Gaara asked you to marry him in a way that was so him. It was quiet and private and romantic as hell.

He’d asked you to go with him for a quiet walk to the green house, just about the only place in Suna that had any plants. It was both of your favorite places, so of course you agreed.

When you’d arrived, the green house was alight with fairy lights strung from every corner. Petals from various flowers littered the floor walkway down to an arc of ivy that definitely hadn’t been there before.

Looking at Gaara, your mouth hung agape in disbelief and confusion. He gave you a soft smile, taking your hand and leading you down the walkway. By the time you got to the ivory arc, you had tears overflowing.

“Yes!” You were crying before he even got down on one knee.

Gaara had tried to shoosh you with a small laugh, but you weren’t having it, throwing your arms around him and peppering him with kisses before he could get a word in.

“You have to let me ask you. I have a speech.” He tried to tell you, but gave up as you continued to kiss him, laughing and kissing you back. He pulled a rock carved in the shape of a heart. Lifting the lid, it revealed the beautiful ring he had made for you.

He had to hold you still so he could slip the ring on your finger before kissing your hand.

“I love you,” He told you, those intense green eyes gazing into yours.

Your wedding was still a ways away, but you and Gaara were clearly in love. Why the council genuinely thought you would go along with their demands were beyond you. You’d given up politics for love without a second thought.

Shaking your head, you were relieved when your front door came into view. The first thing you wanted to do leaving your meeting was to go straight to Gaara, but he was gone for the next week on his own diplomacy meeting.

You sighed as you got into bed. Whenever he was home, the council was going to be in for a world of hurt. You could only imagine how livid and betrayed Gaara would geel.

The next few days went by without incident, though that did make you feel just a bit nervous. You expected to be called in for some sort of meeting again, to be talked to, at least sent a message.

But there was nothing. All was peaceful and quiet.

The time passes slowly and uneventfully. You did paperwork and spent time with some friends. That night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a book, wishing Gaara was beside you. He’d be gone for a few more days still.

So you opted for just a relaxing night in by yourself. You usually went to sleep early-ish, but that night, you were up well past your usual bedtime, emerged in the fantasy world in between the pages you were reading.

It was because you were awake that you heard a noise from your living room. It was small, barely there, but you’d heard it. It sounded like someone had bumped into something, maybe your living room table, and had been quick to steady it.

You froze, listening carefully for any more sound, but nothing came. You had almost convinced yourself that you imagined the whole thing, but every one of your senses was on high alert. Carefully, slowly, you crept out of your bed, grabbing the kunai you kept under your pillow just in case.

You held your breath, not wanting to risk even making a sound, as you tiptoed towards your bedroom door. Ear pressed to the cool wood, you listened.

Silence met you, but you weren’t convinced. Years as a Shinobi had taught you to trust your gut. Something was off; you could feel it.

Decided to go on the offensive, you turned the door handle and threw open the door, quickly barreling through the opening. You caught the intruder dead in their tracks. He was dressed in all black, everything covered besides his dark eyes.

You were in such shock at there actually being someone there, you froze for a split second. The intruder took that second to attack, lunging at you.

He smashed into you, knocking both of you to the floor, and that’s when your instincts kicked in. As soon as your back hit the floor, you were rolling, throwing your legs over your head and then you were on your feet, sending a kick into the man’s abdomen.

The man let out a gasp as the air was knocked from him. Wasting no time, you sprinted to your front door, ready to flee and call for help.

You weren’t prepared for another intruder waiting at the otherside of the door. The second you opened it, locking eyes with him, his fist lashed out before you could even react.

Pain was all you felt before the world went black.

The world came into view slowly. As your vision cleared, you realized you were in your own bedroom. When you tried to move, you were alarmed to find that your arms and legs were both bound. Your attempt at a scream was muffled by the gag in your mouth.

“Heh, we’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” Your head jerked to see the intruder that you had kicked looming over you. “You’re lucky you got that kick in when you did, but I’m gonna have to pay you back for that one.”

He drew his hand back before smacking it across your face. You gave a muffled cry as the left side of your face stung in pain.

“Stop fucking around,” hissed the other man. “We have orders. Get to it.”

You looked up between the two, scared and confused. What kind of orders?

The first man chuckled with a smirk that looked more like a sneer. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this…” He mused as he pulled out a kunai. He moved toward you slowly, deliberately, letting the fear creep from your neck down your spine.

You shook your head, jerking this way and that, but the second intruder pinned you to the bed by your shoulders. “Better stay still, bitch.” He hissed at her. “We got a job to do here. This’ll teach you to defy the village council. By the time we’re done with you, you won’t think twice about doing what they say.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, your night shirt was fisted by the first man before he ripped the kunai through it.

Your face burned hot with embarrassment and shame as the remains of your top were shredded, leaving you bare. You could feel their eyes looming over you, taking in every part of your skin.

“Even your fiancé ain’t gonna want you when we’re done.” You heard snickered, but by this point you’d screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to see them looking at you like you were a piece of meat.

Shuffling made your eyes peak back open to see the first man fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

He shoved his boxers down, revealing himself as he palmed his length to hardness.

You began thrashing again with renewed vigor despite the hands still pinning your shoulders down. Somehow, you managed to free yourself from the second man's grasp, rolling off the bed and attempting clumsily to push yourself to your feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your ankles were grabbed and unceremoniously, you were dragged kicking back to the man. In moments he had your own pants discarded before he was looming over you.

Everything about him was revolting you. His smell, his heavy body to those cold dead eyes. In one last desperate attempt, you headbutted him as hard as you could, feeling your forehead smash into his nose.

Warm blood spurted out, splashing over you as he let out a mangled scream. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!”

Spots flashed before your vision as his fist connected with your cheek, leaving you disoriented and drowning in pain.

“I’ve had enough of this,” the second man hissed, shoving the first one off of you. “I’ll take care of this.”

He pinned you with his entire body as you felt him shuffling for his pants once more.

You weren’t sure when you’d started crying, but the tears were flowing, drenching your cheeks as your stomach turned sickly. You screwed your eyes shut, willing your mind to go anywhere else but here.

There was nothing else to do but resign yourself to your fate. You couldn’t fight back or scream for help. All you could do was pray it would be over quickly.

You were still waiting when the weight of his body suddenly lifted off of yours, and you heard the most horrifying scream. Your blood went cold at the sound, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Sobs began to wrack your body as it shook with relief so great it overwhelmed you. Gaara! He was here!

And you’d never seen him look so angry before.

His eyes were wide and crazed, the vessels looking like they would pop at any second. The men were screaming, pleading, but Gaara couldn’t hear them pass the blood rushing in his ears. Teeth bared, he was growling, the sound menacing and maniacal.

In this moment you understood something in a way you never had before: Gaara was a force to be feared.

“Please! Please, we’re sorry!” “No! Don’t!”

“Sand Coffin.”

The men let out one last strangled scream before they were silenced permanently. Blood splattered everywhere, pouring down like rain. It streamed down over you and everything else in your room.

Gaara was panting hard, still looking more wild than you’d ever seen him. His eyes were locked on the sand that was seeping red with blood.

A small whimper from you brought him back. His eyes quickly flickered to you, and it was like you could see his soul returning to his body.

He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you and pulling you to him. He gently removed the gag from your mouth and removed the bind from your wrists and ankles.

He didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words. He just held you while you weeped into his chest, wrapped in a blanket and finally feeling safe in his arms.

It took you a while to calm down. The adrenaline had left your body, leaving you only with the weight of what had almost happened. The fear and shock left you trembling, ripping sobs from your throat.

“I’m here…” He kept repeating. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Once you were able to finally relax, Gaara packed you a bag and took you to his home. You would never need to go back to your home with those traumatic memories, he decided. To hell with tradition or social conventions. He would move you into his home first thing the next morning.

At Gaara’s home, he ran a bath for the two of you filled with bubbles. He took a warm wash cloth, gently wiping the blood from your body. He massaged the blood back to the areas you’d been binded and iced the bruises on your face, any traces of the manic man from earlier gone. All that was left was the serene Gaara you knew and loved.

Gaara didn’t press you to talk or tell him anything the whole while, only made sure you were attended to and cared for.

It was later on once the two of you were in bed with Gaara holding you close to him that you filled him in on what had happened: the Suna Council attempts to get you to turn against Gaara and manipulate him to their purpose. What those men had said before they’d attempted to… you couldn’t even say the word.

Gaara took it all in silently, but you could feel his grip on you tighten just slightly as you spoke. He was livid; you could see it in his eyes, though it was much more subdued than before. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he finally spoke, his words heavy and choked.

“If you weren’t marrying me…” He stopped, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m sending out word first thing to the four other villages. We’ll have the members disbanded and imprisoned before the week ends.” He assured you with a conviction and sternness you’d only seen in meetings before.

Nodding, you pulled him closer to you. “I never thought I’d see you again…” You told him. “I was so scared… I thought…” You shook your head. “You saved me. You’re always there.”

“Always,” Gaara said, kissing your head.

He didn’t know whether to chalk it all up to luck or intuition that he’d come home early. He had just missed you so terribly, it was like he suddenly couldn’t stand to be away from you for another moment. He’d cut his diplomacy trip early and hurried back, getting to you in just the nick of time.

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…” You murmured, looking up at him. “I just wanna forget about it, just for tonight…” With that, you reached up to press your lips to his.

Gaara hesitated only for a moment before kissing you back. He’d missed you so much, and if this was what was going to make you feel better, well, who was he to deny you? In a moment, you were up on top of him, straddling his lap as you kissed him more forcefully, almost desperately.

Gaara’s arms went around you, fingers digging into your hips as he held you against him. He let one hand slide up your back into your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. Slowly, your lips slid down, moving over his jaw down to his neck, peppering every area you could reach with kisses.

Your name left Gaara’s mouth, a low, needy whine. It sent a jolt through your body, and you began to grind yourself into his lap. You could feel Gaara’s grip tighten in your hair even more as he slowly began to harden underneath you.

Your fingers began to pull at the hem of his shirt desperately. You needed something to ground you. You needed Gaara.

He let you pull the shirt off of him, discarding it to the side before he was on you again.

He flipped you over so you were on your back as he attached his own lips to your neck, attacking the skin, marking you as his. You were moaning and trembling under his touch, begging him for more as his hands wandered your body.

“Gaara,” You groaned out as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your pants. “No foreplay. I want you now.”

You could hear Gaara stifle his groan at your words before your pants were unceremoniously yanked down. His lips pressed harshly back to yours, all tongue and teeth. Gaara had put aside his own feelings earlier for yours, but now they were pouring out of him.

His anger at the council. His bloodthirst for those men. His fear for what almost had happened to you; you could taste it all in the kiss. Gaara needed you to ground him just as much as you needed him to ground you.

One moment you were kissing and the next your clothes were in a pile, and he was inside of you, hands pinning down your hips as he rutted into you desperately. Your nails scratched down his back, you tried to moan or cry out, but all your sounds were swallowed by his lips.

You were breathless, dizzy as his hips pounded into yours, never breaking the kiss. His pelvic bone caught your clit with every movement and it wasn’t long before you were gushing around him, but he didn’t slow his moments. He pulled your legs up, locking them around his waist. “More,” He was mumbling against your lips. “More.” When it was over, you cumming around his cock countless times before he finally found his own release, spilling inside of you endlessly, he pulled you into his side, holding you closer than he had in some time.

“I’ve never seen you like that before.” The image played in your mind, Gaara’s eyes wild and burning, the flames of anger behind them.

Gaara tensed slightly, but you placed your hand on his chest, calming him as you gazed up at him. You weren’t afraid of him. You were only… intrigued by this side of him you’d never experienced.

“I use to crave blood.” He told you. “I know you have heard the stories. My whole life, I was told I was a monster. I thought I was one. My sole purpose was to kill everyone around me so I could survive.”

His hand was rigid on your shoulder as he spoke, but you held his gaze unwavering. You accepted Gaara. Every part of him.

“But now, I know my true purpose.” His stare was steady, sure. “Ever since I’ve become Kazekage. My purpose has been to protect those precious to me, those who need someone to protect them. I no longer crave violence or blood. But I will not let anyone, no matter who they are, hurt someone I love…” He pulled you even closer, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I never would have dreamed I would have someone precious to me, or someone who I am precious to. But now that I have you, I’m never going to let you go.”

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