#scourge x y/n

[bimboothefool]

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Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains mentions of dismemberment, zombies dying and overall a campy story. What else am I gonna say lol

“First I'm late for college classes and on my twenty second birthday too. This is so lame!!” You pouted using your chainsaw to hack and slash through the hordes of zombies in your way. You lived in the more city-like part of Mobius. It took you by surprise that an outbreak of this caliber was happening.

“Need a helping hand?!” You looked above and saw a familiar blue blur knock the zombies away. Giving you an opportunity to chop the zombies apart. “Hey Sonic! Fashionably late aren't we?” You teased, he huffed out a sigh. “Look I'm just a one man show. Besides, we got bigger fish to fry.” You hummed, agreeing with him.

It's not everyday zombies just up and show up out of thin air. Someone summoned them, the how was definitely itching the back of your brain. “Yeah let's help out as many civilians and maybe through them we'll find a lead!”

“Now you're talking!” Sonic fires finger guns your way. “Also warn the others!” Sonic salutes to you and quickly types up a warning. Good thing he had access to our college's accounts.

~~

As we're helping out, a couple of civilians noted that a certain albino platypus is the probable cause of this mayhem. “Starline..? Why would he pull this kind of stunt??” You asked about walking with Sonic, now joined by Knuckles and Silver. “He's always had a thing for you.” Sonic brought up, pretty much out of nowhere.

“Why bring that up?” You asked, beyond confusion. “He's been trying to get your attention for legit ever since we were seniors in highschool.” Knuckles said, Sonic butts in with. “Wait, you didn't know?!” All three of them stopped to look at you. “Dude, I had no idea. I thought he was giving me my favorite food because he wanted to thank me for saving him.”

“Utterly dense as always (Y/n).. But then again that's what I always liked about you.” A familiar voice purred. The four of you got into fighting positions as Starline stood atop of a statue. He held a pretty old looking book in his webbed hands. “Starline, you really could've just asked (Y/n) on a date. Like a normal Mobian!” Silver yelled, Starline merely rolled his eyes.

“And be ignored again?! No, I'm done leaving hints, especially when my crush is absolutely oblivious.” The three of them sighed. “Whatever, let's just get that old book he's holding.” Sonic said, but before either of you could get a hit in. A powerful gust of wind sweeps you four off your feet. Soon a bunch of orbs are circulating around the statue Starline’s standing on.

“So you're the pipsqueak who summoned us???” A gruff voice asked, Starline smirked. “Indeed I did! I'm your new master!” The different voices murmured master with a couple of them laughing.

“You our new master?” Starline huffs at the gruff sounding voice. “Yes, that's what I'd just said!” The voice starts to laugh. “Sorry Four Eyes, we don't need a master!” The green orb knocks Starline off the statue as Silver uses his powers to catch him and the book. “Gotcha!!”

Soon a bright light shines and once the light dimmed a green decaying hedgehog in a leather jacket with red shades takes Starline's place. “Because we'll be the new rulers of this pathetic living world!” The zombie hedgehog bellowed out as the other orbs cackled and they all went their separate ways.

His glassy blue eyes shoot towards you. “You… You're a Zombie Hunter aren'tcha?!” He hops off and lands on the concrete. Everyone turns to look towards you. “Oh… You didn't tell them, did ya?! I bet you weren't even gonna utter a peep about it.” He smirks displaying his sharp yellowed teeth. “Oh well lemme introduce myself. I'm Scourge, King of the Rotten World!”

“Zombie Hunter…?” Silver murmured, unsure of what's happening. “The Rotten World, the heck's going on?!” Knuckles interrogated Scourge, who merely laughed. “Why don't you ask that chainsaw wielding cutie, they'll fill you in. You wouldn't keep any more secrets now would ya?” Scourge waltzes closer and puts his face in front of yours as if to intimidate you.

You readied your weapon and before you could swing it, he yelled. “BUZZ OFF!!” His words materialize and push you back. “Catch me if ya can Chainsaw Cutie!” Scourge yelled and disappeared into the darkness.

“(Y/N)!!” You tried to get back up, but Sonic and Knuckles helped you up. “You've got a lot of explaining to do.” Sonic said, Knuckles nodded in agreement. “Until then, Silver, let's bring Starline with us. He's got some explaining to do too.” Silver hummed, using his psychic powers to carry him along and hands the book over to you.

“No problem, besides it's the least I can do.” You said accepting it.

~~

“So let me get this straight.” You nodded at Sonic's attempt to repeat that info back to you. “There's three dimensions; The Land Beyond Words, Our dimension Earth and the Rotten World.” You hummed, confirming that. “You also come from a long lineage of Zombie Hunters that have protected the city for a couple decades?” Silver added. “Pretty much.” You replied.

“And the Zombie Lords’ ultimate goal is to decay the earth and everything on it?” Knuckles asked almost in shock by all of the information presented. “Yeah that's the gist. In order to stop them we can either bargain with them or kill them. However Zombies are notorious for being stubborn. Once they're set on something they'll keep going until they're dead for good. The Zombie Lords are definitely persistent with their goals.” You said, the others were utterly flabbergasted.

Especially considering you were the sweetheart who did cheerleading. It didn't change their perspective on you negatively, it was an unexpected surprise to them.

“Starline has a huge price to pay especially for releasing them for a very selfish reason. I know I'm dense, but next time if there even is. Just ask me out straight up or take me out to dinner and movie first, buddy.” You scorned Starline as he looked away. “Right now we need all hands on deck and that book is gonna be our ticket to victory.” You picked up the worn out book and started looking through it.

~~

Scourge was the last of the Zombie Lords and Shadow along with many of your friends came to help. However Scourge was located in a junkyard, which was generally in the outskirts of the city.

Luckily Shadow was able to find a truck you and the others could use. As you were looking through the book, it was practically the Zombie Hunter's encyclopedia for various zombie types and such. Starline enhanced the team by using the book as a way to strategize and how you could go about getting in and out of fights.

Now you and the others were chatting up a storm on who's doing what. Especially since this is the final fight, you and everyone needed to be two steps ahead of Scourge.

“(Y/n) I have to ask you something.” Shadow said, glancing at one of the car mirrors. “Yeah what's up?” You replied, with bated breath. “I've gathered some intel from Rogue and apparently Scourge has something in store for you.” Shadow said looking at the road ahead as everyone in the truck went silent. “Guess he's not going down without a fight, he might be looking towards changing his form…”

Shadow sighs unsure of how to word his response. “Though I have to admit I'm concerned for you.” You raised a brow at Shadow. “Why? I've got the strength from everyone and myself, brains from Starline and Tails. I feel like I've got a good team!”

“I think he means the way Scourge is talking to and about you.” Silver said and starts listing the times Scourge went out of his way to learn about you and give you things like weapon upgrades and even write bloody messages.

“...that makes so much sense.” You mumbled, it was weird how extreme Scourge was when he did all that.

“Still be careful, from what I can gleam, Scourge is a powerful enemy. One who's definitely has his sights set on you. It's best we take him as a genuine threat.” Starline urged holding your shoulders gently.

“...Okay I'll be careful.” You said with a smile.

~~

Once you all arrived, they've all paved the way to make sure you're able to reach Scourge. Who was now the last of Zombie Lords. They all wished you good luck as you entered the Junkyard Maze. The air was filled with the scent of motor oil, decay and punk music.

Though when you first entered here, you swore you heard him. Besides, he was a loudmouth, though even you knew better than to underestimate him.

Finally you made it to the end of the maze, this is what your little adventure has come to. You jumped into the seemingly vacant arena, trying to get a feel for your surroundings.

“HAHAHA! I'M GONNA CRUSH YOUR FACE!!” Scourge yelled out utterly delighted to finally face you. “So Chainsaw Cutie, you've managed to knock down my pawns. Good for you, now you get to fight me.” You and Scourge were ready for the final showdown.

“You know I gotta admit I'm not a brains type of guy, I've always preferred the heart. They're lively and are unique to each Mobian… You really have to go through so much work just to get to it.” You brows furrowed in disgust. “Ah, sick…” Scourge laughs at your reply. “Though if we're being honest here, I don't wanna eat you. Rather I want to make you mine.” You rolled your eyes, Scourge sees this and places a hand over his scarred chest.

“Oh you don't believe me..? Then let me show you how serious about you I TRULY AM!!” Scourge charges at you at full force and you narrowly dodged his attack. You look at him directly and ready your chainsaw.

~~

Soon you weakened him, though he did a couple scratches on you which wasn't a big deal. You had to be bitten in order to be truly infected.

“I… I lost…?” Scourge said in disbelief, especially at the idea of losing. “Yeah, are you gonna go back to the Rotten World quietly or do I have to finish you off myself?” You asked placing the blade under his chin lifting it up so his eyes can meet yours. His eyes widened almost like his undead heart was beating again.

In this very moment he knew, you were his dream lover. The one he's willing to tie himself down to for the rest of his undead life. You wore a confused expression when you saw him look oddly lovesick. His tail wagged with excitement, and he blurted out. “As long as I'm with you I'll go wherever you go…” He replied dreamily as if his whole personality took a whole one-eighty turn.

“You're not mad??” He still smiles lovingly. “Of course not…” You were beyond confused, usually monsters with his personality would've cursed up a storm or reluctantly go back. But this was the last thing you'd expect. “Yeesh you're weird, but as long as you're not gonna hurt anyone… You can stay with me.”

You carefully slid your chainsaw away from his chin and stabbed it onto the ground. Sonic started calling you. You picked up your phone and almost lost your ear drum. “(Y/N) ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED BACK–?” You cut him off with. “Yeah I'm okay and how's our world right now?”

“Seems like it's returning to normal. Though it's strange, the only undead life force I'm able to detect is right next to you.” Tails mentioned and I swiftly explained. “It's a bit complicated, but needless to say Scourge is staying. I think Cupid shot him. Just come pick us up…” You groaned feeling you need headache pills and some comfort food.

“Okay we're on our way!” Silver chimed in over Sonic's phone, you ended the call and soon silence settled in. You sat on the ground and looked up at the sky and saw it looked clearer, you're able to see the moon and stars.

“Pretty isn't it?” You almost felt your heart jump out of your chest. “Jeez Scourge, you scared me… Though yeah it's a pretty view to be honest..” Scourge gave you a toothy smile with a laugh. “Good it's payback for making me wait for so long!” He said, sitting down next to you. “I thought I was gonna die of boredom. Especially with how long it took ya to get here or just you not seeing my messages.”

You shook your head, letting out a small chuckle. “Where would a zombie go at that point??” Scourge shrugs. “Who knows I'm staying with you and I'm your problem now.” He says draping an arm around your shoulders.

‘Hopefully everything's back to normal, or as normal as it could be… My life isn't normal by any means, but eh whatever… Maybe going on a date with a powerful zombie won't be so bad.’ You thought as you looked at the stars that sprinkled the night sky.

#my writing #scourge x you #scourge x y/n #scourge x reader #scourge the hedgehog x y/n #scourge the hedgehog x you #scourge the hedgehog x reader #scourge the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog x you #sonic the hedgehog x y/n

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Fluffyfebruary - Prompt 1: Snow

Fandom: SW:TOR ( Star War: The Old Republic )

Pairing: GN! Reader x Lord Scourge

Written for: @fluffyfebruary

Tags: Fluff without plot, potential ooc, cloak sharing?

You weren't aware that it snowed on Odesson. Granted it was the first year you were actually spending a proper winter here since joining the Alliance, but to be fair, your duties hadn't required you to give this world much attention. There hadn't been the slightest white dusting in your line of sight since your arrival, and maybe not for years before that either. Who knew. Who could possibly recall the last time it snowed on Odesson— the answer not being you. What with one catastrophe to the next, you couldn't have afforded the time to wonder. And evidently, neither could the Alliance, as the kriffing heat was busted too.

Today heavy clouds carried fat flakes of snow which fell upon the planet and collected where it lay. While Odesson could handle a light sprinkle, the lack of cold weather gear or warm clothes to bundle in left you feeling less prepared to meet it than normal. Like a protective shell, you wrapped your hands inside the excess material of your sleeves around your wrists. You shivered while pulling the collar higher up the sides of your neck and drew the hood over your head in the hope it would trap more heat.

The meager ensemble was the most suitable clothing you could dig out of your closet, though. And it would be some time before you could seek other, more sufficient outfits to get yourself through the rest of the season. Kriff it all, you might be in for an unfortunate, freezing week or three. It's not like you didn't deserve such hardships in the least, but did it have to be so blasted cold?

As you marched from the exterior of the base, your head was down in hopes the additional fabric over your face could block the bitter gusts which swept the open corridor. The icy needles were strong enough to make tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as they stung into your cheeks. Your breath danced out of your mouth and nose in a cloud of white fog.

"Take my cloak." A shadow stepped into your path, startling your gaze to lift, "You're cold."

You gawked, still reeling at his offer, when the dark lord returned your stare. His intense red pupils seemed to search your very soul. That and he'd spoken to you of his own accord— surely a strange day. Perhaps, a trick. No, it has to be. Still, you nodded an acceptance as the Sith stood tall and began to remove the swath of his cloak from his broad shoulders. He was so quick in response, a surprised gasp tumbled out of you when a newfound heat hit your chest in the most delightful way.

The shock of warmth rushed across your body, banishing some of the frost which clung to your bones. You gulped, reminded then how easily Lord Scourge was capable of killing. You knew the former emperor's Wrath had no ill intentions now, but his imposing figure was enough to make a chill run up the length of your spine. "I know the Alliance's current facilities are somewhat subpar—" he drew the edges of his black cloak around your shoulders a little tighter— "but perhaps, we can fix that."

With the air of superiority Scourge typically held, and the dark power of a Sith always laced in his veins, it had taken a moment to understand just how Lord Scourge wasn't completely immune to the harsh winds himself. Now, without his cloak, the Sith wore the thin, yet heavy weight, of his armor. In all the time you'd known Lord Scourge, he appeared unperturbed by many things and never acknowledged such discomforts or weaknesses. Had he merely pushed them aside? Or was the fact that this is something which couldn't be avoided making the thought all the more urgent in your mind.

Either way, the fact that he'd seen the cold rattle you so easily and had willingly removed the protective cover he could've kept over his own body, left you grateful.

You did the best you could not to take notice of his unusual softness. Though you had come to be familiar with this side of him as well since befriending him, the smallest parts of him were always easier to pick up on than others. Maybe that's why he doesn't share his kindnesses and generous moods so openly. Everyone's got to start somewhere, and it could prove awkward and clumsy if he went about it in full. As awkward and clumsy as he once made his introductions, for sure. And he already felt uncomfortable at times. But how lovely and endearing it was to learn a part of his heart you never thought would reveal itself.

"Thank you, Scourge," you said with an appreciative smile in place.

The glum attitude had suddenly shed itself, leaving a newfound appreciation in its place. You swallowed another cold shudder and hoped the deep hood of his cloak would do its job and hide some of your blushing.

It may or may not. It couldn't be avoided— not the affection.

"It is nothing," the Sith uttered with a curt bow of his head.

You barely managed to follow his step, Scourge didn't slow his stride and even quickened it. Once you had fallen into stride, it didn't take long for your gait to catch up with his, though the angle of his pace took you somewhere else entirely, forcing you to study the length of his arm. You ran a slow eye along his sinewed, nearly perfect build. When a pang of self-consciousness seized your confidence, you lifted the line of your sights and struggled to be free of the temptation to gaze his way.

Then Scourge would pass a subtle glance at you. It must have been the lingering shivers from the cold because every time you glanced his way, it was like lightning shooting straight up the length of your spine.

Stars. Stop it, he's only offering you a cloak.

Scourge looked back again to offer you a curious eye. His attention shifted your way, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a ping on his holocomm went off.

You never got the chance to discover his intentions, or even why he was interested to ask, the ring of his holocomm brought all those answers to a crashing halt. With a displeased hum, Scourge took the time to answer, turning a way for privacy. When the holo communication finally ended, a fresh sigh had the Sith returning his gaze to you, but when the inevitable happened, Scourge's footsteps also came to a standstill.

"I'm needed. You would do best to hurry and remain indoors," the Sith stated. He tilted his head as the contemplation of words danced behind his eyes. But they remained unsaid. You reached around to take the cloak from your shoulders, but his hand paused your efforts to return it. "Do not forget to hold onto my cloak," Scourge muttered.

The sith stepped aside to create a wider gap between the two of you. His ruby eyes latched onto your person. Scourge gave you an amiable, comforting nod. You smiled a faint grin in kind. "Keep warm."

"You, too," you muttered. Scourge bowed his head and turned, striding away.

#lord scourge x oc #lord scourge x reader #lord scourge x y/n #lord scourge x you #ive been wanting to do a y/n self insert series for some time but have never known what to write or who to do it for. and who better than #the angry tomato who could always use more content #embrace the cringe #swtor #star wars the old republic #fluffyfebruary #fluff february #fluff fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #second person pov #tomato-patch drabble #lord scourge

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Scourge the Hedgehog Masterlist

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Platonic Headcanons

Romantic Headcanons with a hero reader

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenario #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #masterlist #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere Scourge the Hedgehog #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog x reader #scourge the hedgehog #Scourge the Hedgehog x reader #not yandere writing

[i-starcreamed]

Y/N: FIGHT ME!

Scrouge: How foolhearty... and facinating

Y/N: I- I don't- MIRAGE HELP I THINK HE'S FLIRTING WITH ME

Love it when villains find at least one (1) human cute and flirt worthy

🦂

ROTB SCOURGE X READER

Omg thank you 🦂 anon, im just like you and you’re just like me. MORE SCOURGE CONTENT!! While this wasn’t a request it gave me ideas :3

Unedited and also written on mobile…also look at this gif they scourge hot and wet on purpose

[ human!gn reader

Summary: As the request states, Scourge flirts with you. Big bad robot villain likes littol human

You might’ve secretly followed Mirage when he went over to distract Scourge while the others went on and save the world, no way in hell you were allowing an alien to destroy your planet. No way you were letting Mirage, you’re new friend, fight him alone. You started to rethink your decision when you were running across the platform, no weapon in hand to fight 20+ feet robot aliens and explosions going off everywhere. Then again, you were determined to fight along side your new robot alien friend to defeat the other…robot alien fiend. Aliens really need to find another planet to make a pit stop at, dont they?

You grunt as you pick up a piece of debris from the ground, it’s about the size of your head and could do as much damage as a splinter to Scourge. Who cares, you’d rather it be annoying than harmless

Scourge knocks Mirage back and you take this as an opportunity.

“Y/N stay back!” He reaches out but its too late, you’re already yelling and sprinting towards Scrourge, your piece of metal in your hand and waving it around like a crazy person.

“FIGHT MEE!” The piece of debris goes flying towards Scourge, only for it to hit his leg with a clank and deflect back into the floor. You freeze in your tracks, fuck. You’re out of breath and your little plan didnt work.

Scourge doesn’t squish you, he barely retains a laugh. Evil guys dont laugh, they cackle menacingly when revealing their evil plan to you. But this? This was…amusing to him.

“Did you really think that would work? How foolhardy, how stupid, how…fascinating”

He towers above you even as he leans down to..examine you? The proximity of his frame to your face is so close, your face was burning. You didn’t know if it was the fire and lava around you or just pure embarrassment.

“Uh, i don’t-“ Was he…flirting with you? You stood frozen even as his metal hand rose up, inching towards you. Do you run, freeze, or attack with your bare fists? Realistically your fists would be useless against his frame, you would be more in pain than he would. Even if you wanted to run, those eyes of his kept you in place. Such an intense orange gaze, who could look away from that? Scourge was getting distracted, he could easily snatch you up and complete his mission, but he couldn’t help but revel in your gaze of extreme awe and fear. He was rudely interrupted when Mirage started shooting again

You too snapped out of your thoughts and took a few steps back before sprinting back behind Mirage. “Mirage, was he fucking flirting with me?!” You yell over the sound of their blasters. You hid behind a small structure as the fight continued, not without noticing the way he occasionally glanced at you before attacking Mirage. You couldn’t tell if he was showing off or not

…was he seriously showing off for you?

#transformers #transformers x reader #scourge #scourge x reader #rotb scourge #rotb scourge x reader #rotb x reader #maccadam #gn reader #human reader #tf x reader

[peachdues]

The Great War — NSFW Teaser

(Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden secret pregnancy fic)

A/N: I’m petty and hate anon’s who cower behind the anon feature. So eat up, my lovelies.

This NSFW teaser is from Part One of The Great War, a secret-pregnancy AU fic set after the final battle against Muzan. This teaser is a flashback and it is an expanded look at the ✨first night✨ between Giyuu x Reader. There is a slight skip between scenes, but only because this is a teaser and I don’t want to give too much away.

I highly, highly recommend listening to the music inspiration for this scene as you read, found here.

CW: Giyuu x AFAB!Reader. Virgins being virgins. Explicit sexual content. MDNI.

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“I thought I should say farewell,” the Water Pillar struggled to swallow around the growing lump in his throat. “One last time.”

She could scarcely breathe.

He was leaving and he might never return.

Leaving to go try and put an end to the scourge of demons that plagued their world. It was a noble thing to do; sacrifice in its purest form.

But Y/N hated it.

She was filled with such a deep melancholy that it nearly brought her to her knees. As the Water Pillar turned to leave, Y/N couldn’t stop herself as she reached for him, her arms encircling him as her hands locked over his front, stilling him.

“Giyuu,” she said thickly, her face pressed into the back of his haori as she willed the tears in her eyes not to fall. “Giyuu,”

He turned in her grasp and looked down at her in awe, a finger rising to brush the errant tear that had escaped down her cheek as he held her gaze.

The flame within Y/N’s lantern flickered as Giyuu softly grazed his lips against her own, Y/N’s arms weaving around his neck to hold him close to her.

His hands were gentle, if not a little uncertain as they found her waist, but once they came to a rest against her, he pulled her close, arms winding around her middle and holding her securely against him as he deepened the kiss. Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she opened up for him, his tongue gliding alongside her own until she was left breathless and wanting.

Vaguely, Y/N was aware that he was walking them deeper into the garden hut, allowing the old door to thud shut behind him, and the thought of not returning to her plush futon suddenly did not seem like such a loss.

Giyuu’s hands returned to her face, thumbs stroking softly along her cheeks as he broke their kiss to brush his lips against her eyes, her nose, and forehead. Y/N’s hands parted the Water Hashira’s haori from his shoulders as Giyuu’s fingers dropped to her collar bone, sliding beneath her kosode, and grazing her bare shoulder.

“You have been my most treasured encounter,” he whispered, and Y/N felt her heart seize in her throat, tears threatening to spill anew from her eyes.

A year’s worth of interactions had all led to this moment, but it was not the satisfying payoff of the tension and longing that had been steadily building between them.

This was a goodbye.

Because it was likely that the Water Pillar would not survive the impending battle; but neither did he want to leave this end untied.

Y/N had known, deep in her heart, that this affair had been doomed before it had ever begun, but that hadn’t stopped her from falling for the kind, brave, selfless man now kissing her like she was his entire world anyways.

She would not get to have him in the morning, so she resolved to give herself to him for the night.

Giyuu’s hands eased her kosode from her shoulders, exposing her to the cool air within the garden hut. His warm hands, however, worked to chase away any chill that spread across her skin as he ran his palms over the curve of her shoulders before sliding down to rest on her bare waist, his long fingers grazing just below the curve of her breasts.

Y/N’s own fingers trembled as she fumbled with the buttons on his uniform shirt but in time, she’d worked them open and Giyuu broke their kiss long enough to let his shirt drop to the floor beneath them.

The two stood there for a moment, chests rising and falling rapidly, as they looked at one another, half-nude and vulnerable. The shrine maiden and the slayer knew that they had come upon a precipice, and if they stepped off that ledge, there would be nothing to break their fall.

Y/N made the first move, taking a tentative step towards the Water Pillar as she trailed her fingers lightly up the beautiful, sculpted ridges of his abdomen, relishing how warm he was beneath her touch.

Giyuu shivered beneath her fingertips as the miko’s hand came to a rest against his sternum, marveling the way his heart thundered beneath her hand.

“Are you certain?” He breathed, his face was impassive, but his own uncertainty was betrayed by the slight tremor in his voice. His hand rose to gently cup the side of her face, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip.

Y/N reached to grab the Pillar’s free hand and brought it up to rest against her sternum, mirroring her own hold on him so that he could feel the steady drum of her own heart — and how it thrummed for him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Giyuu.”

Once, she had believed the Hashira incapable of expressing anything other than cold aloofness. she’d not been able to comprehend the subtle ways with which his eyes could signal his mood; how they darkened when angry, or how the outer corners turned up, almost imperceptibly, when he was content.

But Y/N had long since learned to read him, and so, her stomach fluttered at the way the raven haired man’s gaze heated with both adoration and desire — for her.

Giyu brushed his nose against hers affectionately before bringing their lips together once more, his kiss growing fervent as her hands slid up to tangle in his ebony hair.

Y/N gasped into his mouth as she felt Giyu bend down, his hands gripping firmly under their thighs as he lifted her up, forcing her to lock her legs around his waist. Her lips parted, Giyu’s tongue slid seamlessly into her mouth, sighing as her lips moved desperately against his.

Her lover locked one steely arm firmly around her lower back to support her as Y/N felt him lower them to the floor, the Water Pillar’s free hand coming to brace against the back of her skull, to protect her head from thudding back against the wooden slats of the hut floor as he laid her out beneath him.

(…)

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At last, Giyuu freed his lower half from the confines of his uniform pants and stepped out from the puddle they made at his feet.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes raked over his beautiful form, so lean yet solid and muscular. Her cheeks burned with a renewed blush as her gaze followed the small, dark trail of hair beginning just below his navel, and down between his hips, where the evidence of his desire stood proud.

Her throat went dry. He was large — the flared head of his tip nearly grazed his navel, and his width was a little more than two of her fingers. Y/N’s thighs clamped together nervously, as she pondered how on earth she’d be able to accommodate him.

Giyuu noticed her hesitation, and a faint dusting of pink spread across his cheeks. “I have never -“

Y/N shook her head. “Nor I,” she whispered, though the knowledge that this was as new to him as it was to her helped ease the clench in her stomach.

For all her nervousness, the Miko could not ignore the heat and longing which burned within her as she lifted her eyes back to his. She found her muscles softening as she saw the same fire within those cyan pools she’d come to love. Y/N laid back against the floor — against the comforting soft of his haori, and let body relax, her legs falling open to him.

Y/N held her hand out to him, beckoning, “Come back to me, Giyuu.” She whispered.

The ravenette did not hesitate as he returned to her, covering Y/N’s body with his own as he pulled her in for a heated kiss, the weight of his hardened length resting heavily against her hip as he settled between the cradle of her thighs.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, instinctively rolling her hips against him, desperate to feel closer to the man who had claimed her heart before she’d realized anyone was capable of holding it.

Giyuu groaned, softly, against her as she repeated the movement, breaking their kiss to look down at the flushed Miko threatening to drive him wild with her silken touch. As much as he was desperate to feel her — every part of her — he knew what they were about to do would not be nearly as pleasurable for her as it would be for him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the Water Pillar’s eyes were stormy, a tempest of competing desire and pain at the idea of causing her even the slightest discomfort raging within him.

Y/N brushed her lips against his once before trailing along his jaw, pausing only to suck softly as the soft spot beneath his ear. “It’s you, Giyuu. By you, I am never hurt; I am only undone.”

He moaned softly, lowering his head back down to reclaim her mouth firmly with his own, his lips beseeching her to let him consume her.

She was only too happy to do so, parting her mouth so that his tongue could slide in and dance languidly with hers, as he reached between them, gripping hold of his aching length and positing himself at her entrance. The first brush of his hot, velvety tip against her folds broke their kiss, both gasping at the new yet intoxicating feel of the other’s most intimate area.

Giyuu braced his free arm by her head, his fingers stretching to run comfortingly through her hair, as he pressed his forehead against hers. “If it becomes too much, just tell me, and we can stop.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he waited for her signal, though the ache in his groin had become nearly painful.

Y/N grazed her lips against his throat. “Don’t stop, Giyuu.” She murmured. She hitched her legs higher up on his hips, angling herself so the trembling man above her would have better access to her.

Slowly, so very slowly, the tip of Giyuu’s length began to push into her, and Y/N felt herself temporarily forget how to breathe. Above her, Giyuu’s eyes squeezed shut in a concerted effort not to sheathe himself within her in one stroke.

“Y/N,” Giyuu panted, unable to stop the shaky moan that fell from his lips as he sunk into her warm heat that wrapped tight, so impossibly tight around him.

The shrine maiden winced at the unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable sensation of being slowly stretched and filled by the Pillar. She felt as though she was a wave, crashing and breaking and parting around a rocky shore that was Giyuu with every inch gained by the press of his hips against hers.

Giyuu hardly had a quarter of himself seated within her when he felt his head brush against a thin barrier. His eyes opened to look down at the Miko, panting beneath him, her eyebrows pinched in slight discomfort. When she noticed he’d stopped, she peered up at him through her thick eyelashes, her cheeks flushed.

The hand Giyuu had held at his base to help guide himself within her lifted to grip her hip, her legs relaxing as his fingers massaged soothing circles into her flesh. Giyuu removed his forehead from its resting place against hers in favor of burying his face into the side of her neck, their bodies pressed flush together. The hand he’d used to brace himself traced down her arm and gripped her wrist, gently bringing her hand up over her head against the floor as his fingers twined tightly with hers.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, pressing a sweet kiss against the shell of his ear. Giyuu shuddered at her words, and he pressed his hips forward, his cock finally breaching that thin, inner barrier to the rest of her welcoming heat.

Y/N cried out at the bright, spark of pain that flared through her as Giyuu claimed her as his own, but the Pillar held her steady, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her neck as he sunk into her.

A hitched gasp blew past Giyuu’s lips as he became fully seated within Y/N’s heat, her core gripping him like a vice. He panted harshly against the sweat-dampened skin of her neck as they both adjusted to the sensation, Y/N nails digging harshly into the skin of his back as she waited for the discomfort to subside.

Giyuu pulled his face back to look down at her, the hand he’d had on her hip rising to cup her face as he brushed his lips across her cheeks and eyes.

“My beloved, are you all right?” His breath came hard and fast as he panted, the growing friction between where they were connected becoming hotter, more demanding the longer he remained still.

Y/N’s eyes slowly opened to meet his, he felt her relax as he kissed her, slow and gentle.

Her lips broke from his and she nodded, shakily. “You can move — just hold me. Please.”

Giyuu let his full weight fall against her as he wound an arm tightly around her waist, his other hand tilting her face up so he could kiss her fiercely, eager to show her what she meant to him when his words otherwise failed to do so. As she opened up to him, tongue flicking out shyly along his lip, Giyuu rolled his hips experimentally against hers.

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Can’t give y’all the whole thing, now can I?

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[alienroboticwritings]

Optimus Primal Headcanons SFW & NSFW

A/n: I love him so much, I know the movie just recently came to theaters but we need more fics of him. Honestly this could be read as fem or gender neutral? I’m not sure which to put so I went with fem.

Warnings: NSFW under cut, minors DNI, typos, SPOILERS, please remember these are my own personal opinions ty,

Paring: Optimus Primal x fem! human! Reader

-SFW-

Primal is the biggest sweetheart. When he first met you alongside Noah and Elena and realizing you weren’t a threat. He actually felt bad for scaring you, which he does apologize for later. Asking for another chance to show you who he really is.

Making sure you are comfortable in the village, that you have food and warm blankets for the night. Obviously playing favorite towards you but he thinks you and the others can’t tell. Airazor calls him out

He stays near you as often as he can, when you sleep on the village he is resting only a few feet away from you. Primal can be very protective but he respects boundaries and doesn’t smother you.

Primal worries about you a lot, especially if you are alone. If you are with Cheetor, Rhinox or village members be worries less, but after everything he has loss.. can you blame him?

If you have any questions about him or the maximals, he has no problem educating you. He is glad you have an interest in him, because he has an interest in you. While he has been around humans for some time, there are things he hasn’t asked or doesn’t know about.

When he had to take Airazor’s life he was shattered, you were right beside him. Rubbing his arm with your small hand, trying to comfort him.. his green optics looking at you sadly but lovingly.

It may not show but having you there really helped him, he will frothed be grateful for your comfort.

While Primal isn’t scared of his own feelings, he is scared of your reaction to them. He is fully aware of the drastic differences between you two and is worried that you will not want to be with because of that.. which he also would understand but he would still be sad if you rejected him.

He would confess his feelings before the battle, just in case you or him won’t make it out alive. Especially since you and the other humans are sneaking right under Scourge’s feet.

“We have only known each other for a small amount of time but I have grown to care for you deeply… I love you very much Y/N.”

You don’t have to say much yet if you don’t want to, just promise him you’ll be okay. That’s all he wants.

During the battle all he thinks about is you, fighting for you, to stay alive for you. And once the battle is over, the key destroyed and you can finally be together again. He asks you to stay with him in Peru, promising to teach you how to speak to the locals at the village and promising to care for you.

When you agree to stay with him he is absolutely thrilled and relieved, gently holding you in his hands as he whispers thank yous and promises.

Get ready to be like Tarzan and Jane, because he will take you with him when he swings from the trees just gotta hold onto him. He would hate for you to fall, he still doesn’t go as fast or more dangerous places with you.

Primal teaches you how to speak the language of the village, so you can talk to them without the help of him or the other maximals. The village members adore you, gladly accepting you into their community.

-NSFW-

Of course Primal wants to be intimate with you, he is just worried that he will hurt you. He knows humans are soft and fragile and he is very much the opposite. So when you do anything he is very VERY gentle with you.

If you are uncomfortable with him being a gorilla he will maximize for you, he has no problem with changing or staying. Just wants you relaxed and comfortable with him.

There is no way your taking his spike, he is a big boy. You’ll have to resort to licking, kissing and using your whole body to please him, which gets him off just fine… seeing how small you are compared to his spike, turns him on so much.

Honestly your body is enough to make him overload, you are so stunning and he loves every inch of your body.

Face sitting? Face sitting. He LOVES your legs on either side of his face, his glossa between your legs. One hand behind your back to support you, while the other loosely holds onto one of your legs. Looking up to meet your eyes as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue drives him insane.

Primal is willing to try most kinks, unless it involves hurting you. He can’t bring himself to do it, you mean the world to him. He also won’t do threesomes or anything involving somebody else, he doesn’t want to share you at all.

The more often you two have sex, the more he becomes confident. His dominant side peaking through, commanding you to do certain things and even talking dirty.

His voice is so sexy, when he dirty talks makes it even better. He always speaks in a low, gruff voice.

When he moans it’s deep and rumbling, you can feel it throughout his and your body… He roared once during sex, it was the first time you drove him to overload and he was embarrassed how loud he got.

Has a love hate relationship with being teased, if you tease him he will tease back and is much more unfair.

Also firmly believes in safe words, something simple like the stop light system. Yellow, when things are getting a little to far and red when he needs to stop completely. As soon as you say red, hands off. Making sure you are okay.

The king of aftercare, takes you down to a nearby stream to clean you off. His large metal hands holding you get to to his chest, talking about how much he loves you. Once you both are clean, he finds a private spot for you to lay down and cuddle together.. holding you close to his face, as he inhaled your scent.

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[gaysindistress]

Running from the Daylight - two

pairings: pirate!James “The Scourge of the Sea” Barnes x royal governor's daughter!reader 

Summary: based on this request

Warnings: reader uses She/her/hers pronouns and is AFAB, mentions of the female body/parts, cursing, suggestive sexual content, violence and mentions of death, sexual content (p in v), some dark shit (like I can’t tag it without spoiling it but people get freaky over someone who’s bleeding) I'm actually awful at tagging things but there's smut. for the love of all things holy, do not read if you are a minor.

Word count: 3.6k

part one | my master list

Tag list: @talesofreading

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif, found on google/Pinterest/tumblr. Credits to @boltlightning for the gif on the bottom left & @owenhcrper for the gif on the bottom right

Begging, pleading, and sucking him dry did nothing to convince James that I’ve been ready to take his cock since that first night.

He would be a monster and allow me to believe that he would finally take me only to stop right before it went too far. He would give me hollow reasons like “the sea is too rough,” “you are too tired,” “we don’t have a proper bed and I will not take your maiden hood without one.”

Useless excuse after useless excuse was all I received for months on end. A part of me wondered if he was growing bored but when I confessed this to him, he spent the following several hours between my legs. He lapped and sucked at my core until I was crying and shaking but kept pulling climaxes from me until I very nearly passed out.

I tried to tempt him by wearing thin nightdresses or simply nothing at all but it all failed. I even convinced Natasha to play along with a scheme in which James would just so happen to find us in the middle of fucking but nothing. All he did was sit in his captain’s chair and watch with sharp eyes, occasionally telling us what to do.

Months of pent up frustration finally came to head when we docked in New Providence to replenish our supplies. My father had been overjoyed to see me again but his happy mood was as soiled when he observed the way that James and I were.

“My darling please tell me that he has not ruined you,” my father harshly whispers to me as he pulls me aside.

I gasp in disbelief and rip my arm away from him.

“Excuse me! You are not allowed to ask me such a thing!”

“I am your father, Y/N Stark. It is well within my rights to know if my daughter has been abused by a pirate.”

I catch the watchful eye of James as he’s instructing his crew and he gives me a concerned look. I brush it off and look back to my father.

“Your daughter has not been abused,” I sneer as I spot the Commodore approaching us, “I’ve been kept safe and protected.”

Steve makes a face at my words as he stops beside us but my father seems satisfied. He backs away and nods goodbye to us before retreating back to his fortress.

“You may speak freely with me; has the pirate lord abused you?”

“The only abuse to be had is that what my throat endures from taking his cock every night,” I calmly state before also leaving to find my captain. I don’t wait to hear or see Steve’s reaction but I can feel his piercing stare on my back.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me until we had a proper bed,” I say lowly as I drop myself onto the canopied bed behind me, “and I think this meets that requirement.”

James narrows his bright eyes at me but doesn’t move from his place leaning against the raging fireplace. It’s odd seeing him look…normal? He’s out of place in this world of luxury and refinement but here in the room that I once called my own, he looks like he belongs. A part of me wishes to pretend that our pasts were different and that he had been the man who proposed to me, yearning for me for years. I wish that time had been kind to him and that it hadn’t stolen his heart and soul. I wish that I could’ve been the one he fell in love with all those years ago so he wouldn’t have had to face that curse. I wish we could delight in being together alone in my room at my father’s estate, a situation I would’ve blushed to even think about a few months ago. I wish we could ignore the reality of who we are and wholly engulf ourselves in the opportunity that presents itself.

“I did say that, didn’t I love?” He muses for a moment, allowing his eyes to trail down my barely covered body. I’d found an even thinner and smaller nightdress to wear for tonight, hoping that it might finally be what breaks him.

Maybe my last wish would come true.

He pushes off the mantle and prowls towards me. As he gets closer, my body starts to burn with anticipation and I inch back to accommodate his imposing stature. James knocks my legs apart with his knee and slots between them as he leans over me. Both hands cup my face and my eyes flutter closed at his warm touch. He dips down to whisper in my ear and chuckles when my breath hitches.

“You need sleep my love.”

I let out a snort, “no I do not. What I need is…”

He interrupts me with a gentle peck and mutters against my lips, “I know what you need and that is sleep.”

James presses another kiss to my lips with a subtle roll of his hips into mine while wearing a wicked smirk. I stick my tongue out at him as he pulls away and waits for me to settle into bed. He finds his place in the huge and ugly arm chair that my mother insisted I needed in front of the fireplace. His hat is sat on the small table beside him and his feet are kicked out in front of himself. Crossing his arms over his chest, James settles himself into the chair as if he’s going to sleep there and I frown at him.

“I can feel you thinking, love,” he quips and although I can’t see his face, I know there’s a smirk.

“Is that where you intend to sleep? In my armchair that I know is most certainly the most uncomfortable piece of furniture in this house?”

His shoulder shrugs and he makes a show of making himself comfortable with a loud sigh.

“It’s perfectly comfortable to me, your highness,” the jab at my upbringing doesn’t go unnoticed, not with the way he elongates the word and lowers his voice.

Scoffing, I throw a pillow at him and he chuckles when it flies past, missing him.

“Remind me to work on your aim in the morning,” he teases me before adding that I need to be going to sleep.

“We’re not on your ship anymore so you’re not my captain,” I snipe and that catches his attention. He perks up and goes to say something smart back but the doors fly open, slamming against the poor walls.

James stays seated albeit ready to jump up if needed. Seeing as he’s playing it cool, I do the same and remain tucked into my bed.

The person who dared interrupt our night is none other than the Commodore. He stands at his full height with a scroll in his hand as he glares at James.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of being granted your presence so late at night, commodore?” James mocks as he watches Steve.

The wigged man says nothing but sends a death glare towards the pirate before looking at me. He takes a step towards me and James makes a clicking noise, telling him to stay put.

“Y/N,” Steve starts as he ignores the subtle warning, “your father has found a way to free you from your deal with this vile creature.”

I glance around him at James who’s smirking to himself and raises one dark brow at me. He’s no longer stretched out like a cat but instead is leaning back against the chair with his head resting on his fist as he watches us.

Turning my attention back to Steve, I ask him to elaborate and elaborate he does.

“You were under duress. You cannot be expected to uphold a deal that you made when you were in fear for your life. Your father and I handled everything, Y/N, all you need to do is say that you were afraid for your life and otherwise would not have made the deal.”

In another life the gut wrenching way that Steve is pleading with me would’ve worked. I would’ve jumped up and ran for him, falling into his arms as I sobbed that I was afraid. I would’ve taken his hand and begged him to save me for the sake of being free from a pirate even if it meant being in debt to him for life.

That is if I hadn’t met James; the man who’s shown my unconditional and undying affection. The man that has sworn to protect me and honor me as if I were his ruling goddess. The man that has seen parts of me that no other man has and the man that I want to know every inch of me, mental and physical.

“Steve, ever the gentleman,” I coo as I push the blankets from my lap and slide off my bed.

“There is but one fault in your proposal,” I state as I softly pad toward the two men, “I was not under duress. I was not afraid for my life by any stretch of the imagination. I was not afraid at all, in fact, I felt the safest I had in years in that moment.”

I can feel the heat of James’ stare on me as I come to stand beside him and continue to tear Steve apart.

“If anything, I was concerned for your life but not afraid. I knew that James would not harm or otherwise act in a way that would scare me. I knew that he would agree to my terms but you,” I point at him and allow my voice to become more harsh, “you were the one I was afraid of. You’ve always been a liability, never quite knowing when you’re going to lash out on those around you. You’ve always freighted me and that night at the bar only solidified my fears that you would cause me harm. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you or went back with you that day on the Serpent’s Cry. Quite frankly, Steve, I’m perfectly content being bound to this vile creature.”

James snorts from behind me and wraps an arm around me, tugging me to sit on his lap. Steve is fuming, his face turning red with anger at my lecture and I know he’s plotting both of our demises.

The man beneath me grips my chin and tilts my head down so that he can capture my lips in a heated kiss. My hands fly to tangle into his hair as his tongue swipes at my bottom lip. A moan tumbles from me when the hand gripping my chin slides to cup the back of neck.

“Enough!” Steve’s voice rings out and he storms towards us to rip me away.

The familiar cock of a gun halts him and he frantically looks down to see a readied pistol pointing at him. It had been lying under James’ hat, hidden from plain sight so Steve had no chance to draw his open weapon.

James has the audacity to look bored as he holds the weapon and rubs small circles into my hip with his other hand.

“Out,” he orders in a low rumbling voice.

Steve, however, the oaf of a man takes another step forward and James rolls his eyes.

“Is pain the only way you learn, Commodore? Out before I shoot your cock off.”

Steve scoffs at the crude words and I stifle a giggle while tucking my face into James’ neck. He shudders slightly at the feeling and squeezes my hip.

“Y/N,” Steve tries to appeal to me but I’m not having any of it. I begin to plant wet kisses on James’ neck and nip at the soft skin occasionally. Steve calls to me again and I suck a deep red, nearly purple mark into the pirate’s neck which earns me a throaty groan.

A series of sounds ring out and I jolt away from my haven. First is the sound of Steve stepping forward, a gun shot, a cry of pain, and a thud as Steve falls to the ground. With wide eyes I try to look at him but James catches my face in a tight hold, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Don't look at him, love. Eyes on me, understood?” He whispers, letting his lips dance over mine and holding my eye contact with a fierce look swirling in his blue eyes.

I manage a small nod and he smiles at me before addressing Steve who’s clutching his leg.

“I warned you and you did not listen. As far as I’m concerned, you are to blame for the state of your leg. Now I suggest you drag your cowardly self out of this room before I do depart your cock from your body as I promised."

Lost in the way his eyes captive me and his words cause a fire to ignite in my body, I don’t hear Steve’s protests that break through the cries of pain. It’s not until James breaks our trance and rolls his eyes that I realize our situation. I still obey James and don’t look by hiding my face in his neck once again. He coos to me to go to my bed and turn away from them as he helps me stand.

“Keep your eyes on the ground for me,” he tells me when my hand slips from his and I cautiously make my way to my bed.

From behind me, I hear James let out an exaggerated sigh and the crackling of leather from him bending down.

“You’ve shot my leg, how am I to be expected to leave?” Steve hisses through the agonizing pain.

“Drag yourself like the worm you are. It's none of my concern how you choose to obey my command."

“I will not leave her alone with such a demonic savage like yourself.”

There’s a pause, a tension filled pause as I assume James debates what to do. However his next words are not exactly what I was expecting.

“Pain doesn't seem to be a strong enough deterrent for you, Commodore. Remember; you are to blame for your current situation,” he huffs as he yanks Steve up and drops him into the chair we’d been sitting in.

“Love hand me the sheet,” he says to me without looking.

I quickly bundle up the item he’s asking for and toss it to him. I want to ask what he’s planning but it becomes clear when he starts to wrap it around Steve.

“Since you refuse to leave her alone with such a demonic savage, as you put it so beautifully, you’ll have to watch her damnation.”

Steve lets out a roar of protest and it met with a pistol pressed under his jaw.

“You were told to leave and you did not. Seeing her defiled and ravished as she deserves is a fitting punishment. I think this is preferable to death but I am not the true judge. Love?”

The nickname catches me off guard and my eyes dart between them but it’s the stormy eyes of James that are given my full attention.

“What do you think? Should I grant him mercy and kill him before you take my cock? Or should he watch as I take what he's desired for years?"

As I fail to answer, James adds, "I will only do this if this is what you want. If not, I’m more than happy to show him just how acquainted with the devil I am.”

Words escape me and I just nod.

Apparently that’s not good enough.

“Use your words love. Tell us what you want.”

“I…fuck,” I mumble under my breath and James’ smirk spreads across his face. He knows that I want this, that I want nothing more than for him to finally take me even if it means Steve is forced to watch.

“I don’t think the Commodore heard you. Louder.”

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I want you to take me.”

James cocks a brow at Steve with a sinister smirk, “it appears that your pure angel wants me to defile her while you watch.”

The tied up man jerks forward with a threat on his lips and james lets out a terrifying laugh. He ignores the protests and calls me over with the hook of his finger. My body is trembling as I let my feet touch the ground and nearly stumble as I try to walk. Steve must think it’s out of fear but my captain knows it’s due to anticipation.

I stop at his side and James draws away from the injured man to wrap an arm around me. Pulling me in front of him, my back is to his chest and I’m facing Steve. James keeps his gun pointed at him while bending his head to my ear and whispering to me.

“You tell me when you want to stop, understood?“ he tells me in a voice so low I almost don’t hear him. When I don’t acknowledge his statement, he squeezes my hip with his free hand and repeats it.

Breathlessly I agree, “Yes, please James. I need you.”

He nudges my legs apart and drifts his hand from my hip to my core, pulling up my night dress in the process. My head lolls back, falling onto his shoulder and he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Moans and sighs fall without hesitation as he begins to run firm but slow circles into the bundle of nerves that only he can seem to find. His name becomes a chorus that is caught between our lips as the pressure builds within my core. He releases my lips and lets me sing my song for Steve to hear clearly. I feel him smile against my temple as I grow louder and louder. Just as I’m about reach my climax, he pulls his hand away and I nearly cry. A few tears leak from my eyes and he coos sweetly to me.

“Shhhhh love, I promised to defile you and I intend to do that. Lean forward and put your hands on his shoulders.”

“James,” I whimper when I feel him back away.

“Do as you’re told.”

The sounds of his belt and pants dropping silences me. I lean forward and with hazy eyes, look Steve straight on as my hands grip his shoulders. There’s a fire burning in his light eyes and I’ve come to know what it truly is. He can try to deny it but we all know watching me is causing him to grow hard and angry.

“Y/N,” his voice breaks as he whispers my name and I blink hard trying to look at him.

The heavy heat of James behind me distracts me and I drop my head at the feeling of him rutting against me.

He taunts Steve with cruel words as he drags the head of his cock through my folds and pulls wanton moans from my swollen lips.

“James,” I plead, “please.”

He coos mockingly as he lines himself up.

“Louder, my love. I don’t think your fiancé heard you.”

“He’s not my fiancé,” I grit out angrily but it falls flat when he pushes his entire length inside of me. It turns into a wince and pained moan but he doesn’t pull out. He keeps it there, watching me struggle with the pain that morphs into blinding pleasure. Only when I push back against him does he withdraws a few inches but keeps most of his length inside me as he starts to rock his hips into me. He’s slow and deliberate at first, focusing on pulling the loudest and most embarrassing moans he can from me but as his own body betrays him, his hips increase their pace.

Below me Steve is a mess. His breathing is ragged and the color is draining from his face as the blood loss becomes too much. I can’t bare to look at him and James must see that in the way I keep my head bent down. A sharp tug on my hair forces my head up and I see the devastation written lines on his face. The cold barrel on a gun rubs against my scalp and it dawns on me that the hand that’s in my hair is holding the gun. He grunts as he pumps his dick into me and I cry out as pleasure washes over me. He keeps one hand coiled into my hair as the other slips to my core, rubbing me and drawing my climax from me.

James tugs me up against his chest and I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder as we continue to move against each other. His cock drags against my walls in a nearly painful way but I don't care. I’m pulsing around him and pleading with him to let go with me. As my eyes flutter shut from the white hot pleasure, he tugs my hair again and demands I look at Steve.

“Look at the Commodore, love. Look at what just watching you does to him,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck. My eyes are heavy and it’s a struggle to do as I’m told but I do and it earns me my climax.

James thrusts up hard one final time and we’re both moaning as I finish. He’s not far behind and groans out my name as he releases his hot seed into me. We’re a panting mess as he slows and eventually stops. He loosens his grip on my hair with a sweet kiss to my temple and whispers praise into my ear.

Intertwined in those sweet phrases is a promise and at first I think it’s for me. Only when the second shot of the night rings out do I realize that it was intended for Steve.

“I hope for your sake that your false god takes pity on you and allows you to die before morning.”

With that he tucks himself back into his pants and lifts me into his arms. My final memory of commodore will be blurred in pleasure and blood but I don’t care. He can bleed out for all I care after he dared to lay a hand on me and insult the man I love.

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🐉 anon here! I hope you're doing alright! I hope these request won't be too much! Would it be okay if you wrote about Shinobu with a s/o, she/her, who has that dragon tattoo? Possibly a criminal syndicate but wants to leave her family because of how bad they have gotten! The family found her at a younge age and took her in, becoming the imitating woman she is. But what her boss asks of her is too much and not what she wants to do. So she tries to leave and stagger away from the family, meeting Shinobu in the process! She would be seen as a monster, but she really does have a good heart. Maybe even a slow burn with Shinobu? Those are my favorites! While she stays or keeps meeting Shinobu, the family finds her and roughs her up, she kicks thier ass but ends up being taking down. The boss would come in and try to cut her pinkie off, but Shinobu comes in being the badass queen that she is and deals with him herself, and saves her s/o, with a happy ending! Again, I hope this isn't too much to ask! I love your work!

What Is Right

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long! I hope it’s alright, I am having trouble with the December requests that are left. 😫 Word Count: 5,640

“Aniki, are you sure about this? Is there really no other way?”

“Of course not,” Akira scrutinized his adopted younger sister, put off by her reluctance, “That cowardly man’s betrayal killed my father, our father.” He hissed, crushing the remains of his cigarette in his hand, ignoring the burn.

“Then, if it’s absolutely necessary, shouldn’t it just be him who has to pay?” (Y/n) risked speaking out against him yet again, “Why kill his family, but leave him be?”

“It sends a message!” Akira shouted, “He’ll know not to fuck with us again. He’ll be forced to confront what he took from me, us. Don’t you understand, (Y/n)? That’s why I’m telling you this.” He grasped her shoulder a little to tightly to be friendly or comforting. “I’m trusting you to bring honor back to this family. That dragon tattoo on your back isn’t just for show, its supposed to mean something. It’s what unites all of us. Otosan loved you like you were his own flesh and blood. If you want this band of misfits, your family, to continue to have a legacy, you will do this.”

“But, they’re only little kids. Not even his wife knows the shady shit he’s dealing in. And it’s not just that… we’ve been pushing away our allies with the decisions you’ve been making in Otosan’s stead—“

“Do you think this is easy?!” Akira shouted again, getting in (Y/n)’s face, she stayed remarkably calm despite this, “I was chosen to make the choices that no one else has the guts to make! This is what has to be done!”

“I just can’t do it, Aniki.” (Y/n) shook her head, “It’s more than and eye for an eye to me. I think you’re asking for too much.”

“You either do this, or you will be marked as a scourge on this family. The family that gave you everything when you had nothing. You think you repaid us for that debt yet?” He asked coldly.

“I doubt I ever could.” (Y/n) murmured, focusing on her breathing to keep a calm appearance, “I’ll… prepare then.”

Akira searched her eyes for a long moment before straightening up again, “Good. Go on, then. I expect results. You have a week.”

“Very well.” (Y/n) bowed before the young man who had used to be so carefree, then got up and took her leave.

***

It had been a couple days since (Y/n) had that meeting with Akira, and she had yet to carry out her mission. She had shadowed the happily unaware family in that time, and it only made the reality of what she had to do even harder.

She was running out of time, only a few more days before her once beloved Aniki would call her back and put her through god knows what for disobeying him. So she decided to do what any decent person tasked with killing a burgeoning family would do, and got wasted. If she couldn’t do it sober, perhaps she could do it drunk.

But of course that plan went south quickly. Instead of gearing herself up for a bloodbath she was drunkenly sobbing in the izakaya. She had never had to kill anyone before, hustle and intimidate, rough-up, sure, but never with the intent to irreversibly maim or kill. The very public moral dilemma (Y/n) was having was finally brought outside when the owner of the establishment cut her off and sent on her way, leaving her to drunkenly stumble down the road alone.

She barely knew where she was, but that didn’t stop her from picking a direction and lumbering away. She didn’t really care where she’d end up. She wasn’t going to be welcomed back to the family unless she had carried out her job, and she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew she’d never be able to go through with it.

“What am I supposed to do?”

Her foot rolled over a pebble as she said this and unable to correct herself, she fell sideways, half in the path, half in the woods. Instead of attempting to get up, she just laid there. Not long after her tumble, she heard the crunch of gravel from the main path, the sound eventually coming to a stop right where she had fallen.

“Oh dear, have we had a little too much to drink tonight?”

(Y/n) managed to sit up on her elbows a bit so she could peer back into the path and her breath caught in her throat. Standing over her was a downright ethereal woman. Oh no, had she hit her head on a jagged rock on the way down? Had she died? Well, that put an end to one dilemma at least.

“Woah,” She said, oh so eloquently, “beautiful.”

“Oh my, thank you.” She chuckled, causing (Y/n)’s heart to stutter. “Here, give me your hands, let me help you up.”

(Y/n) didn’t need to be asked twice, she took hold of the strangers hands, a little more calloused than she would have imagined, and clumsily rose to her feet, almost falling back down a few times in the process.

“You can hardly even stand up. We had better get you home so you can sleep this off. I hope you will have learned your lesson about such heavy drinking when you wake up with a hangover tomorrow.”

Home… (Y/n) sobered just a bit.

“I, I can’t go home!” (Y/n)’s shoulders drooped and the buzz she had going fell flat, “I have no home to go back to anymore.”

The woman gave her a sympathetic look then seemed to be contemplating something before finally speaking again.

“Then I suppose you can stay with me for the night. It’s too dangerous to be out alone at night sober, much less drunk.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.”

“Don’t be difficult,” the woman sighed, “either walk with me, or I’ll drag you along. Your choice.”

(Y/n) laughed half-heartedly. “The way my feet keep tripping up you’ll probably have to drag me anyway.”

“I can see that.” She smirked, putting one of (Y/n)’s arms over her shoulders to help her keep her balance.

“My name is (Y/n) by the way.”

“And mine is Shinobu.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Shinobu.”

Shinobu hummed, but did not outwardly share the sentiment and somewhere in (Y/n)’s drunk brain she had the sense to be a bit embarrassed. What a wonderful first impression she had made, laying on the side of the road, drunk off her ass.

“I swear this is not normal behavior for me, you just caught me at a really bad time.”

“I’m not judging you, we all deal with grief in our own ways.” Shinobu told her.

“Grief?”

“Based on the puffiness around your eyes and the way the moon catches on your cheeks, how sore your voice sounds, you have been crying a lot, haven’t you?” She clinically deduced.

Grief… that would be an apt way to describe what (Y/n) had been feeling since her adoptive father had been killed, since everything she thought she knew about her family had crumbled in his absence. How Akira was spiraling in the name of revenge. How heavy and constricting the ink engraved upon her back felt as the days dragged on. How quickly things had changed.

Shinobu led her to an incredible mansion that she couldn’t help but gawk at. The inside was just as impressive. She had half the mind to ask Shinobu if she was a noblewoman, but by the time she had recovered enough to ask, she had already been led to a guest room.

“Drink this water and then rest. I will see you in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Shinobu gave a short nod and smiled before closing the door.

(Y/n) staggered into the cot and fell into a sleep like death mere moments later.

***

The next morning, almost afternoon, actually, (Y/n) awoke with a brain splitting pain. She could hear whispering around her, but they might as well have been screaming. She groaned pitifully and weakly attempted to shield her eyes from the sun.

“Oh! She’s waking up.”

“Is Shinobu-sama’s medicine ready?”

“I have it right here. Excuse me… Can you sit up please? We have medicine for your headache.”

(Y/n) grunted, slowly sitting up and then putting her head in her hands. Her head was swimming and she immediately wanted to lay back down, but a cup of sludgy looking medicine was soon put under her nose.

“Make sure to drink it all.”

“The smell may be off-putting, but it works really well.”

“Once you get some food and water in you, you’ll feel a lot better.”

Beyond the smelly hangover cure, (Y/n) could smell something good enough to make her mouth water. With great resolve, she downed the medicine and suppressed a gag, finally looking up at the three young girls working around her.

“Thanks,” she sighed, “sorry, I’m normally not such a mess.”

“Shinobu-sama said you were going through a difficult time. We aren’t judging.” The girl with pink butterfly clips promised.

“Here,” the girl with pigtails offered her a generous tray of food, “eat up.”

“You’ll feel better in no time.” The girl with braided hair smiled.

“Thank you all so much, really. This is fantastic.” (Y/n) said between bites.

“We will be sure to let Aoi-san know you enjoyed her cooking.” The girls beamed.

As (Y/n) ate, she chatted with the girls, learning all about the Butterfly Estate and all of its inhabitants. She also learned about the mansion’s purpose, to provide shelter and care to the injured. After her meal had settled, (Y/n) felt almost normal. There was still a bit of a dull throbbing in her skull every once in awhile, but given how much she drank the night before, it was amazing how much good that medicine did for her. She didn’t want to go back to her reality. She wished she didn’t have to leave this oasis.

“So, where is Shinobu now? I wanted to thank her before I left.” (Y/n) asked once she helped the girls clean and prepare the room for any new guests that may need it.

“Oh, she had something come up earlier this morning so she couldn’t come by to check on you herself.” Kiyo explained.

“She probably won’t be back until much later in the evening.” Sumi nodded.

“But we will make sure to let her know when she comes back.” Naho promised.

(Y/n)’s shoulders slumped slightly with disappointment. She had made such a poor first impression, she was hoping to end on a good note at least. There was also the fact that every moment (Y/n) was here, was another moment away from facing her reality. Maybe she could stall just a little bit longer.

“I’d really like to tell her myself… ah! What if I helped you guys with your work until she gets back? Would that be alright? Then I could really show my gratitude to you all.”

The girls gave it a little thought, but saw no harm in getting a little extra help for the day, so they happily agreed. (Y/n) spent the rest of the day sweeping, dusting and washing bedding. She was a little clumsy, and bit too rough and almost ripped the sheets she was scrubbing, but she got the hang of it. It was a lot different from the work her adoptive father would give her.

As she worked, she found out there was more to this infirmary than met the eye. She learned about demon slayers and was fascinated by their cause. It all seemed so noble to her, risking their lives to save unaware people like her from demons who roamed the night. She owed Shinobu more than she knew for last night.

When Shinobu came home around dinner time, she was surprised to see her guest was still there and even more surprised when said guest fell to her knees before her, thanking her so thoroughly for her good deed. Stunned, she blinked slowly then worked her mildly surprised expression back into a kind, yet reserved smile.

“Oh my, you are much more chipper than you were last night. Thank you very much, but please stand, there is no need for any of that.”

(Y/n) stood, but let it be known how much Shinobu deserved every second of praise and appreciation. She bowed again, but only at the waist. It was at that point the younger girls decided to chime in, telling Shinobu about all the tasks (Y/n) had helped them with during the day, so of course Shinobu offered to let her stay for dinner as well, and since the sky was darkening, she invited her to stay another night. Before they knew it, an extra night became two, then three, then—

(Y/n) was running out of time. Her week was almost up, just one more day. She had a decision to make, and she wasn’t sure why it had taken her so long to get to this point, as there was only one correct course of action.

Early that morning, she leapt out of bed to make the treck back to the city. She would come back, of course. She promised Shinobu she would fix all of the clunky sliding doors around the mansion today. She silently thanked the stars for the millionth time that she crossed paths, er, fell into the path of such an extraordinary woman. She was going to follow Shinobu’s example and live a life she could be proud of, a life her adoptive father would have been proud of.

“You’re up early.”

(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Shinobu call to her from the engawa, a cup of tea in hand.

“When I told you the doors could wait until the morning, I didn’t mean dawn.” She teased.

“Ah, right, but I’m actually heading to the city. I have some affairs to get in order, but I promise I’ll take care of those doors as soon as I get back.”

“Is that so? Well then, safe travels. Be back before nightfall and stay away from any alcohol while you’re out.”

“I’m telling you that was a one time thing!” (Y/n) said in an exasperated tone.

Shinobu chuckled and (Y/n) smiled despite the jab.

“I’ll be back later in the afternoon, try not to work too hard!” (Y/n) sent Shinobu a wave, then bounded off of the engawa and left the estate grounds.

When she made it to the city, she kept a low profile, staking out a certain home as she had earlier in the week. At this time, the man who had killed her adoptive father with his cowardice and big mouth was busy at his day job while his wife took care of the children at home.

She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. When the wife answered, (Y/n) asked to come inside and explained all that her shady husband had been up to and why it was important for her to take her kids and leave the city as soon as possible.

(Y/n) expected to have to persuade the woman further, force her out the door if necessary, but it seemed she already had her suspicions about her husband’s strange behavior. Hearing gossip about people seeing him in the Red Light District, and him claiming they had barely enough money to make ends meet despite the large amount of money she had found hidden away in the back of one of his drawers. She had been waiting for answers before doing anything rash, but (Y/n) provided her the last bit of incentive she needed to skip town with her kids and take her unfaithful husband’s money with her. Her parents still lived in a little known mountain village a couple weeks journey from the city, they would go there.

(Y/n) helped the woman and her children pack up their most precious belongings and got them a ride that would take them to the city limits where a carriage would be awaiting them next. When (Y/n) saw their car disappear around the corner, she left the crowded city herself, finally allowing herself to really breathe for the first time all week. There was no turning back, but that was fine. She felt so much lighter.

She couldn’t risk showing her face around town any more than she already had today. It wouldn’t take long before her betrayal was discovered and Akira would send the clan after her. What her punishment would be, she was not sure. However, under Akira’s harsh leadership, she was sure it would not be pleasant.

She stomped down the anxiety fluttering within her. She was on a better path now. No more shady shit, she wanted to put her strength to good use. She was going to ask Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer once she returned to the mansion. When she got back and took care of the doors like she promised she would, she did just that and asked Shinobu about becoming a demon slayer. Shinobu didn’t seem surprised by (Y/n)’s interest, but she did try to dissuade her from taking that path. However, with passion and persistence, she did finally manage to get Shinobu to give in and introduce her to a cultivator.

“But… I thought you were going to teach me.” (Y/n) had sheepishly admitted when Shinobu dropped her off on the first day.

“To start all the way at the beginning with the fundamentals of proper swordsmanship and Water Breathing would be… how can I say this kindly… tedious and not worth my time.” She answered with a mischievous smile.

“That didn’t sound kind at all!”

“I’ll tell you what, you do well, and I’ll give you a supplemental lesson here and there.”

“I’ll hold you to it!”

And in the next few months, (Y/n) learned a lot. When the time for the next Final Selection came around, she would be well prepared. Between what the Water Breathing cultivator taught her and what Shinobu refined with her own expertise, she felt confident in what she could accomplish. Maybe a little too confident.

“Can I come with you this time?” (Y/n) asked hopefully as Shinobu packed a light bag of supplies for her mission.

“I will tell you what I always have. You haven’t passed Final Selection yet. It would be unwise to bring you along.” Shinobu said, snapping her small medical kit shut. “I mean no offense when I say this, but I don’t want to have to worry about you while I have to focus on doing my job.”

“Please?”

Shinobu gave (Y/n) a smile that was paired with a look she knew all too well at this point. The ‘I’ll leave you in charge of all the most annoying chores while I’m gone if you keep this up’ look. (Y/n) pouted.

“I don’t get it! Why can’t we have supervised missions? Don’t you think it’s a little extreme to go from training without seeing a single demon, to a several nights of fighting them alone in the woods? I trust that everyone is doing their best to prepare me, but it would still be helpful to see what I’ll be up against in the future.”

Shinobu considered this as she checked over the experiments scattered around her lab one last time. It was a fair point. People tended to either go in with too much confidence or went in terrified over what to expect. Many fledglings had been killed by getting stuck in their heads and forgetting all they had been taught.

She would hate for (Y/n) to meet the same fate.

“Very well,” she sighed, “you may come, but,” she pointed her finger towards (Y/n) in warning, “you are only to observe from a distance. Do not attempt to engage unless absolutely necessary. If you go against me, I will make sure that you will never be cleared for final selection. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes! I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise!” (Y/n) eagerly held out her pinky and Shinobu sighed again inwardly before hooking their pinkies together.

Hopefully she wouldn’t regret this decision. It was getting harder and harder for her to deny (Y/n) anything. Despite the undesirable first impression and how rough she appeared around the edges, (Y/n) was a true sweetheart. She had a very abrupt introduction to the mansion, but quickly became another familiar friendly face within its walls. It would be devastating to see her life cut short.

“So, where are we going?” (Y/n) grinned excitedly and Shinobu couldn’t help but smile as well.

“A village to the southeast.”

***

Everything had gone smoothly until it hadn’t.

Shinobu had left a small trail of poisoned demons in her wake, (Y/n) safely observing and cheering her on at a distance, until two other demons had snuck up on them both. While Shinobu was busy taking care of one demon, (Y/n) had to defend herself against the other. Shinobu had lent her a Nichirin Sword for just such an occasion, but (Y/n) was having a hard time reading the demon’s erratic movements and had been slashed half a dozen times across her arms, legs and back before she finally managed to behead the thing. It hadn’t been very clean, but she gave a triumphant, albeit breathless shout of victory.

She had then turned to Shinobu, excited to she her reaction to her hard fought kill, but that fire died immediately when she saw how angry Shinobu looked as she strode towards her, the last demon melting into a pile of goo behind her.

Instantly (Y/n) felt the need to be defensive. “You- you said I could defend myself if I absolutely had to! Everything’s fine, right?”

“Everything is not fine!” Shinobu dropped to her knees beside her and opened her medkit, “You are covered in wounds! If you had a uniform, you wouldn’t be hurt half as badly. You might even get an infection on top of all of this. I shouldn’t have let you come.”

“Hey, none of this is your fault. That demon scratched me all up, not you.“

“You wouldn’t have gotten hurt, if I had left you at home.” She restated stubbornly. “Now show me your wounds, the sooner I clean and wrap them, the sooner we can get home so I can give you proper aid.”

(Y/n) let Shinobu clean and wrap her calves and arms, but when Shinobu began peeling back her clothes to try to work on her back, (Y/n) froze.

She had been rather vague with Shinobu about her past. How could she tell Shinobu she had been raised in a criminal syndicate that took a turn from admittedly kind of in a grey area, to definitely irreprehensible? That the night Shinobu met her, she was trying to gear herself up to kill an innocent woman and her children? No, she couldn’t. She could only imagine the disgust Shinobu would feel, the betrayal. (Y/n) suddenly felt ill.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Shinobu asked. She tried to peel (Y/n)’s clothes from her back quicker, worried she was having some kind of reaction to the demon’s attack.

(Y/n) tried to pull her clothes back up over her shoulders, but Shinobu was faster, a quiet gasp that felt deafening in (Y/n)’s ears left Shinobu’s lips as the spiraling dragon tattoo was revealed. The blood seeping from the gashes across (Y/n)’s back making it look even more ferocious.

“When did you get this done?” Shinobu lightly poked her shoulder blade, the dragon’s snoot.

“A few years ago.” (Y/n) mumbled, pressing her palms together.

“Why haven’t you told me about this before?”

A weak hum and a shrug of the shoulders.

“You know,” Shinobu traced the coils, making (Y/n) shiver, “I have heard about a group of criminals that bear similar tattoos…”

(Y/n) broke down and told Shinobu everything about her up-brining from when her parents had gone out on a routine fishing trip and didn’t come back, up until the night they met, now months in the past.

“I understand if you don’t want me around anymore. I’ll—ah!”

Apparently Shinobu had been treating her back throughout her tale, as made evident by the sudden tightness of the bandages around her torso.

“That’s just foolish. Do you think I’m afraid of a little ink? Do you think I would ever be afraid of you, (Y/n)? Let’s think logically here.”

Shinobu proceeded to verbally beat some sense into (Y/n)’s brain. Reminding her of all the good she had done in the last few months.

“There is no better place for you than the Butterfly Estate. It’s a much better fit. Isn’t that right?”

Before (Y/n) could collect herself enough to respond, she felt Shinobu pinch her skin lower on her shoulder blade.

“Yes, you are so very wise Shinobu.”

“Why thank you.“

(Y/n) blinked, turmoil somewhat pushed aside for the moment. “Are you… pinching my skin to make it look like my tattoo is talking?”

“I’ve patched you up as best I can here. Get dressed, it’s time to go home.”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” (Y/n) fumbled with her clothes then stumbled to her feet to catch up with Shinobu.

It was a little awkward on (Y/n)’s part as they walked back to the mansion, but once the fact that Shinobu still liked her caught up to her, the conversation became more natural and by the time they returned to the mansion and Shinobu completed the finishing touches to (Y/n)’s care, (Y/n) felt a familiar weightlessness and with Shinobu’s teasing pokes, the tattoo on her back didn’t feel as heavy and constricting anymore.

***

In the following weeks of recovery, (Y/n) and Shinobu grew quite a bit closer and many residents of the mansion took notice. The touches that were a couple beats too long when they passed the other something, the lingering looks, and most damning was how Shinobu would put off some of her work to join (Y/n) for a meal or a chat and a walk around the garden, knuckles brushing as they went. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Shinobu might want to change the nature of their relationship as well.

On this lovely summer day, she was prepared to share her feelings, for better or for worse. She had already planned a little outing that Shinobu agreed to join her on. Nothing too grand, just a sweet little picnic in the woods near the mansion. It was pretty much a date already. She had woken extra early that morning with the intent of getting everything in order before they left, but when she walked past her window, something on the sill outside caught her eye. A letter.

She opened the window and took the letter and wasted no time in opening it. The curiosity she had felt chilled into a heavy feeling of dread.

Traitorous coward, the letter read, If you have any ounce of honor within you, you will come to the cemetery and accept your punishment for deserting the family, or we will burn this mansion and everyone in it to ash.

There was no sign off, but (Y/n) didn’t need one to know it was Akira. She let the letter flutter to the ground and jumped out of the window so as not to be caught running down the halls. This was her mess to deal with. She would not allow anyone to be hurt because of her.

Part of her was hopeful she and Akira could talk it out, but she knew that wasn’t going to be very likely. Whatever happened today would be the final wedge between them.

She went to the cemetery and walked to the very last row. Though it was not specified, she had a feeling she’d find him near his father’s grave.

“There you are.” Though she expected it, (Y/n) stiffened at Akira’s icy tone. “Look who left her comfy new castle to finally face the consequences.”

“Aniki—“

“No, you are no sibling of mine. Not by blood nor bond.” Akira sneered, “I trusted you to do the right thing for this family. You’d think after taking you in, you’d have a sense of duty to avenge the man who took you off the streets and put food in your mouth.”

(Y/n) stood a bit taller, holding her head high, “I don’t regret letting them go. They did nothing wrong. I heard all about how you got your man in the end. That was all that needed to be done. It’s over.”

“Not until they’re all dead.” He growled, then sighed. “Here is how this is going to work. You tell me where they ran off to, or you will pay dearly.”

“I won’t tell you anything.” She declared almost talking over him with how quickly she replied.

“Oh, trust me,” he glared, “you will.”

People (Y/n) once considered family and friends had quietly surrounded them as they talked. And now were charging at her with the intent to harm. She managed to hold them off for a time, even incapacitated some after all the training she had done to become a demon slayer thus far, but between being outnumbered and her wounds still relatively fresh, she was beaten to the ground and held there at knifepoint barely able to breathe with the combined weight on top of her back.

“Start with the fingers.” Akira ordered cooly. “If she manages to hold out, we’ll move on to the toes. But before all of this is done we also have to take that tattoo back as well. Try to be as delicate as possible. I want to dry it out and hang it on my wall. My father always said it was one of his favorite works.”

“Stop!” (Y/n) squirmed beneath the weight, struggling to pry her wrist out of one of the many grabby hands. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth tightly, anticipating the first slice, but then she felt some of the weight get yanked away and her eyes shot open, craning her head back, she was surprised to see that the Calvary had arrived.

Inosuke cackled and crowed as he swiftly kicked outward like a hurricane, Kanao weaved behind thugs and struck them in their weak points, toppling them. Tanjirou delivered a few swift headbutts and even Zenitsu, though screaming, came through as well. Last but not least, Shinobu floated gracefully to the ground behind (Y/n), her smile too sharp and her eyes to dark to be considered kind. Her gaze was trained on Akira, challenging him.

“My home is filled with an array of trained fighters at all hours of the day, and our allies are many. You had best cut your loses and move on with your miserable life.”

Akira ground his teeth together and his eyes flickered all around him to see just how overpowered he was despite how small the opposing group was in comparison. He determined his clan was no match and called back his gang to retreat, but not before giving (Y/n) one last hateful glare.

While Inosuke cheered and cackled wildly around them, Shinobu dropped to the ground beside (Y/n) to check her over.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Show me.”

“I’m alright, you guys got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?”

“I believe we had a date planned for today.” Shinobu reminded with just the tiniest hint of attitude. “I went to your room, saw the letter on the floor and rallied the troops. If something like this ever happens again, you better tell me instead of running off by yourself. We are stronger together.”

Now, Shinobu had a lot to say just then, but (Y/n) was still fixated on the first line. A date. She saw the outing to ask if she wanted to date as a date in and of itself!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shinobu asked, tilting (Y/n)’s head in her hands, “Are you concussed?”

“No! I mean, I don’t think I am, I just, you just—“

“Yes?” Shinobu coaxed with just a touch of impatience. If there was something wrong, she wanted to know about it as soon as possible.

“You-me-we-us— date?!”

Shinobu laughed, it was a little more unrestrained than her usual chuckles and it made (Y/n)’s heart palpitate.

“Yes, is that not what this outings was supposed to be?”

“Well,” she flustered, “technically no. It was supposed to be like a pre-date to ask if you would like to date… it sounds kinda silly when I say it out loud but—“

Shinobu then sighed and rested her forehead against (Y/n)’s. “I think it’s cute. But we can just start dating now. I think we’ve beaten around the bush for long enough.”

“Y-yeah? Okay.” A smile spread across (Y/n)’s face. “Awesome.”

Shinobu took (Y/n)’s hands in her own and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before helping her to her feet.

“Why are you stumbling around like you’re drunk?” Shinobu asked, finding it difficult to keep (Y/n) upright. “Perhaps I should check your pupils again.”

“No, no, I’m good! Great, even! A goddess just kissed my cheek!” (Y/n) beamed, hooking her arms around Shinobu’s shoulders.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” Shinobu warned, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

On the tail end of the sweetness of the moment, Inosuke butted between them to tell Shinobu how hungry he was despite Tanjirou, Kanao and Zenitsu’s best efforts to keep him back. Shinobu chuckled and nodded in understanding. They all marched back to the mansion and enjoyed a hearty breakfast together with the rest of the Butterfly girls, (Y/n) and Shinobu sitting hip to hip during the whole lively affair.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #🐉 anon

[vera-deville]

I Won't Say (I'm in Love)

06/20/2023 - 07/12/2023

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Word Count: 1,753

Warnings: A little bit of cursing, but that's all!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @pyroxeene, @achy-boo, @savanaclaw1996

In which Y/N refuses to say that she's in love.

"Shit." Y/N hissed as she swung open the cabinet door, only to reveal that there was no white paint. Or fuschia for that matter-

"Grim!" She called loudly.

Only the Great Seven know what possessed Y/N at three in the morning to scourge through her entire dorm, trying to figure out where in Twisted Wonderland she kept her newly bought (with hard-earnt money) white paint, but it certainly had her occupied and in a frenzy trying to find it.

Reaching Grim's bed, Y/N was about to shout at him to wake up and help her find her precious white paint when the sight of Grim's unnatural peacefully sleeping self tugged at her heartstrings and she couldn't bring herself to do so.

Damn it.

Back to searching all alone she supposed.

Eventually Y/N had been searching for far too long in the early morning and somehow willed herself to try and haul herself to dreamland (key word being try).

The next morning, Y/N got herself ready earlier than usual and told Grim to head to the breakfast hall without her since she had something to do. That something should be right across this hallway and should inhabit a large crow man-child.

And she would be right. There, watching rather remorsefully down the window was Crowley, the glorious headmaster of Night Raven College (or at least he's supposed to be glorious). Clearing her throat seemed to do the trick to bring Crowley out of his strange reverie since the painfully loud screech the door made when opening didn't.

"And what can I do as the most gracious headmaster ever?"

Okay. Time to work the charms of an isekaid student.

"Headmaster! I came to you because I require a favor from you." Crowley nodded for her to continue. "I need some money for some supplies you see, and I haven't much on me."

"I'm afraid that though my generosity knows no bounds, I can't simply favor a student and give them money from the school's funds."

"Oh whatever shall I do Headmaster? I was planning on painting a stunning portrait of the brilliant man who runs this prestigious institution and-"

A wad of cash materialized in front of her.

"Thank you Headmaster~"

Walking out of the room without another word, Y/N giggled devilishly to herself about her newly earnt money. One, two, three, four, five...60 Thaumarks. Okay, not bad. What was bad was this eerie feeling she felt from specifically in front of her. Looking up ahead, she realized that she almost had walked straight ahead into a well-built chest.

A well-built chest clad in yellow satin.

Fuck-

Two vibrant green eyes accompanied with a handsome smirk looked down at her, slowly moving from the wad of cash in her hands back up to her face. Y/N's own eyes followed his trail of sight and instinctively pulled the Thaumarks closer to her chest, as though protecting them from him.

"Didn't peg you as a petty thief little Herbivore" Leona teased.

"Oh screw yourself Leona. For your information, this is hard earnt money!" (He did not need to know just how hard it was).

"Careful. You might get eaten up alive with all that money out in the open."

"I'm sure I'll be able to fend for myself. I've been doing it all this time, haven't I?"

Without letting Leona get another word in, Y/N zoomed past him, not unlike a rabbit running away from a lion. Chuckling to himself, Leona stalked off to some obscure part of the campus where he could ditch class in favor of cat naps.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement...

Y/N dashed past corridors until she got to Ramshackle and was safe from prying eyes. Slamming the door shut, she hugged the Thaumarks once again closer to her bosom, and shifted her entire weight against the now closed (and locked) doors of her dorm room.

I guess I've already won that.

Feeling the heat in her face become more insufferable, Y/N cursed the Great Seven for the predicament she found herself in. Her burning cheeks huffed and puffed, thinking about the aggravating lion beastman that had stolen her heart (without her permission might she add).

No man is worth the aggravation...

That's right! What made Leona so special that her heart found itself twisted beyond the point of entanglement? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. She could live her life just as she had before. No feelings here. No sirree. God knows how well the last time went-

That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Shaking her head out of the strange reverie she found herself in, Y/N slapped her cheeks as hard as she could, hid her money in a secret cabinet that not even Grim knew of, and rushed to class.

"Bonjour ma cherie~" A very familiar voice called out to her the second she stepped out of Crewel's classroom.

"Hey! Rook! How have you been?" Y/N asked excitedly.

The two chittered loudly as they walked through the hallways, one of them oblivious to viridescent eyes following their every movement.

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin', he's the Earth and heaven to you.

"He's definitely into you, so why don't you just admit that you like him?" Rook asked.

Try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you.

"What the fuck did you just say?" An astonished Y/N asked.

"My such foul language from such a pretty thing like you. Vil certainly would not like to hear that~"

"I'm not in love with Leona Kingscholar."

"Mhmm~"

"Like what is there to like about him in the first place? He's lazy, misses the majority of his classes, has that annoying ass smirk on his face every time I see him-"

Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel.

Rook grinned to himself. He wondered how long it would take Y/N to admit that she was in love.

The day passed by as usual, but there was a certain heaviness in Y/N's mind throughout, and a distant pang in her heart swam through her every now and then.

On her way back to Ramshackle, Y/N stopped by Crowley's office to let him know that she would be heading out to buy her supplies soon. Grabbing her purse (a gift from Vil, because apparently she couldn't just bring her backpack everywhere) and stashing her money in it, Y/N found herself practically skipping to town.

Until Leona Kingscholar showed up. Again.

"And where are you off to in such a scurry?"

"It's none of your business Kingscholar. Now out of my way! The loves of my life await me!"

Confused, Leona felt his ears twitch in irritation. Loves of her life? Plural? Since when did the Herbivore have relationships?

"I'll come with you."

"Huh?"

"You might get yourself killed in town. Who knows? After all, you're just a small, fragile herbivore." Leona remarked, still pissed about the supposed "loves" of her life.

"But I'm just getting paint? Even Crowley said it was fine. Why are you so worked up about me going out?" Y/N asked, upset about the current situation that was stalling her from splurging on art supplies.

Eventually, Y/N agreed to let Leona accompany her, and Leona mentally prepared himself to scare off her suitor, well, in this case, suitors apparently. Deep inside, Y/N felt the familiar bubbling giddiness whenever Leona was in her presence, and she tried oh so hard to push it down before she choked on the feeling and threw up.

When they reached the store Y/N had in mind to buy her supplies, Leona stood confused. Who the fuck meets up with their lovers on a date at a fucking art store? The human that he happened to be in love with, apparently.

But very quickly, Leona realized (much to his inner embarrassment) that Y/N had been excited about getting new paints and other supplies, not about meeting any significant others. Good grief, he was losing his edge-

The lion beastman watched as the human flitted about back and forth and everywhere in between the store, almost like a buzzing bee. Minus the buzzing noise, of course. The sight made his heart constrict in all the best ways.

It almost felt like a date to Y/N, what with Leona coming along with her on her personal errand, holding things that she asked him to hold (might as well put him to work if all he was going to do was look lost in the place), and judge for himself which paintbrushes were better. He would grumble about being handled as though he were a servant, but never stopped helping Y/N with anything he could.

Maybe Rook was right. Maybe Leona did actually like her-

No chance! No Way!

She wouldn't say it, no.

But thinking back to all the times her mind became all fuzzy and muddled because of Leona Kingscholar, she wondered if she was denying things.

No, of course not.

It's too cliche!

She wouldn't say that she's in love.

But look at him looking so thoroughly at paintbrushes so that she could get the best set. How could that possibly not make her swoon? He's looking at paintbrushes, paintbrushes, and it was all for her, and it was making her feel things that she really thought she wouldn't feel again. It seems as though her heart hadn't learnt its lesson. Shame on it.

Pushing down the intrusive thoughts as though she were pushing down bile, Y/N tried to make quick work of her rare excursion. When they finally made it back to NRC, she begrudgingly thanked Leona for his time and effort and ran faster than a cheetah all the way back to her dorm.

Running past Grim who was snacking on tuna, Y/N locked the door to her room.

Looking down at the supplies she'd bought, Y/N realized that a set of colored pencils that she'd really wanted, but didn't get because they were way out of budget, somehow magically found their way into her shopping bag.

No chance...

There was no way. But it was beginning to be glaringly obvious even to herself. But this scene shouldn't have played! And that damned mirror in her room was no help, what with it showing that grin on her lips.

Maybe, just maybe...

Oh, she wouldn't admit that she was in love. At least out loud.

Author's Note: As usual, I spent far too long on this fic, and I both regret and enjoyed it at the same time. This fic is this month's entry for the @briarvalleyarchives. The prompt was "Anthems of Old," and I really wanted to do that justice. I ended up losing motivation for this fic multiple times during various parts of the process. It was so bad that I ended up publishing another fic inspired but this month's prompt before this-

Originally, I wanted to try writing a fic for Colors of the Wind, but then I very quickly realized that I had no idea what I wanted to write, so then I switched to I Won't Say (I'm In Love).

I'm glad that I finally finished this, and it is very much safe to say that Måneskin helped me push through. T-T

Thank you for reading!

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oneshots #twst wonderland oneshots #twst oneshots #oneshots #romance #cute #i won't say i'm in love #mutual pining #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #reader #y/n #vera deville #the marchioness #briarvalleyarchives #i need sleep

[fandomnerd9602]

Transformers Rise Of The Beasts

Arcee x Male Reader

Angst

The reader is a Cybertronian and a member of the Autobots. During the final Battle, the reader decides to help Mirage distract Scourge. The reader and Mirage do the Winter Soldier/Captain America duo thing, but instead of Mirage dying is the reader.

Arcee cries over the broken parts that were once Y/N…

Mirage: he was my boy

Mirage picks up the center piece…

Mirage: yo! His spark is still there!!

Arcee: what?!

Optimus: find a car and insert his spark, we may be able to bring Y/N back!

#transformers rotb #transformers arcee #autobots transform #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers #rotb arcee #arcee x reader #arcee #autobots #autobots roll out #hasbro

[god-complex-12]

Can i request, "No just...I can't believe you're wearing my clothes." And "You are my love" with Marc from Moonknight.

My Love

— Paring; Marc Spector x male reader. Fandom; Marvel/Moon Knight.

Prompt; “No, I just… I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.” & “You are my love.”

Description; Marc has no place to stay so he calls up the only person he truly trusts. Disclaimer; Reader and Marc are not dating. Talks of pain. Confession.

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

A/N: I changed my layout, is this better or worse? Also, I took the prompts and morphed it into a little confession story. Thank you for your request and thank you for using two of my prompts.

Y/N tiredly slumped in his office chair. His head and gaze descended to the side; looking out the floor to roof windows that took up the wall to his right. He mindlessly watched the birds flee from one rooftop to another. The sun was setting, so he couldn’t see too much. He purposely let his mind drift; trying to find any excuse to not do the pile of work on his wooden desk. His hand ached for a break, and he was gonna give it that.

Y/N zoned out at a nearby apartment balcony. The railing was laced with vines and various plants dripping down the side. A cat walked along the metal pole. He, from what he could see from the distance he was at, assumed it was a Japanese Bobtail.

Y/N’s attention was urged to his screaming phone on the desk. It rang throughout the quiet room; loudly vibrating against the desk. Y/N looked at the name: “Marcus”.

Y/N subconsciously smiled. His hand raced to the phone — answering it, and putting it to his ear. He straightened up his posture — his mood immediately brightened.

“Hey, Marcus. What do you need?” He asked cheerfully.

He heard a groan of annoyance on the other line. “It’s Marc. Not Marc as in short for Marcus: Marc as in just Marc. Stop calling me that.”

Y/N chuckled. “What do you need, Marc?” He corrected himself.

He heard the merc hesitate. “Would it be okay if I stayed at your place for tonight?” He asked.

Y/N hastily nodded. He felt stupid when he realized Marc couldn’t see him. “Yeah. I’m not home right now, but I will be. That pad code is 7294.” Y/N said.

“Thank you.” Marc thoughtfully spoke.

Y/N hummed in agreement. “Text me when you get there safe.”

“I will.” The call ended, and Y/N happily placed his phone back on his desk.

Y/N was more than motivated to get back to work now; wanting to get home as soon as possible. He wrote for another 40 minutes before the pain in his hand became unbearable. He made a notice of his leave before rushing out the building door.

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Y/N entered his dimly lit home. The light from the lamp illuminated the main room; the yellow luminescence gave the room a warm feel. It was night time, but it wasn’t late.

“Marc?” Y/N called out. He was met with no response.

He stalked through the house, making his way to his cracked open door. He peeked into the room and saw Marc laying in his bed. Y/N pillow was enveloped in the merc’s arms. Y/N laughed quietly before heading off to the kitchen.

At the thought of food, Y/N’s stomach grumbled. He didn’t notice how hungry he actually was until now. He scourged through the cabinets for ingredients. He thought long and hard about what his guest would like. He didn’t want to cook a meal and Marc not like it.

He quickly decided, prepping the stove and utensils. He mindlessly began cooking. As he worked, he felt that growing pain circulate in his palm. He ignored it to the best of his abilities.

It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Y/N to finish cooking. He heard light footsteps behind him, and a quiet sigh.

“What’re you cooking?” The Chicago laced accent made Y/N smile.

“Hope you like hamburgers.” Y/N called out. “I don’t know what you like, so I chose a classic and hoped for the best.” He then turned to face Marc.

“Good strategy.”

Y/N’s eyes were widened in shock. He didn’t say anything, but his mouth slightly stuttered, opening and shutting in hesitation as he took in Marc’s appearance.

“What?” Marc asked the gawking man.

Y/N gestured to the man’s whole body. Marc instinctively looked at himself, and it all clicked. He was in Y/N’s clothes. Slight embarrassment flooded him as he stammered to explain himself.

“Oh, yeah, I really needed to take a shower and I didn’t have any clean clothes. I can take it off if you want.” Marc tried to reason.

“No, I just… I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.” Y/N said. An awkward silence enveloped the room. “Not- not in, like, a weird way, it’s just- I’m gonna shut up. What do you like on your burgers?”

“Whatever you have to offer.” Marc said hastily. He quickly sat at the kitchen island while Y/N went back to work.

When Y/N was finished, he slid both of their plates to where Marc was seated. Y/N cringed at the pain in his hand again.

“This is a big ass burger.” Marc said.

Y/N chuckled, getting both of them water. “I was hungry.” He explained. He picked up both of the glasses, and Y/N’s entire hand was overcome with pain. He dropped the glass in his dominant hand and then the class in his other to comfort his weeping hand. Both glasses shattered against the ground; shards and water painted the floor.

“Shit.” He cursed. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized

“Are you okay?” Marc asked, shooting up from his seat to assist the hurting man.

“Yeah, it’s my hand.” Y/N tried to explain.

Marc grabbed Y/N’s, hand pulling it closer to look at it. “Is it cramping?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine.” Y/N tried to take his hand back, but Marc’s hold stopped him.

“Let me help.” He began gently kneading the man’s palm.

Y/N got slightly lost in the sinsation. He wasn’t used to Marc being this close, let alone, touching him in such a caring way. He memorized the feeling. His hands were comfortingly warm but rough. His hands have been worn down.

“How does that feel?” Y/N didn’t comprehend the words. His mind was focused on the two hands clasped around his.

“Y/N?” Y/N met Marc’s eyes. He said nothing. His gaze was soft and thoughtless.

Marc’s held confusion and comfort, wondering why there wasn’t a single thought behind the man’s eyes. Marc’s hands stopped, now only holding the other’s hand. “Is your hand feeling better?”

Y/N snapped out whatever trance had a grasp on his conscience, and frantically nodded his head. “Yes, yeah. Thank you.” He pulled his hand away, stretching his hand for any pain. “That’s great. Painless. No pain. Awesome. Thank you.” He nervously rambled.

Y/N looked at the mess at his feet. “I’ll clean this up and get you a new glass.”

“I can get the drinks.” He followed where he had watched Y/N get the drinks.

“Thank you.” Y/N awkwardly mumbled as he scurried off to get the broom.

Marc carefully prepared the drinks while Y/N cleaned up his mess. He threw away all the broken pieces and sat down next to Marc.

“So why did you choose me?” Y/N asked.

“Hm?”

“Like why did you choose to stay with me? Why not a lover?”

“A lover?” Marc questioned.

“Yeah. Don’t you have a lover?”

“Y/N, you are my love. You’re everything I got. I needed a place to stay, I can’t go home just yet.” Marc explained.

“I’m sorry. What was that first part?” Y/N questioned.

“‘You are my love’?”

Y/N grinned. “Marcus, you dog. Are you confessing to me?”

Marc gave Y/N a shocked look. “I thought I made it obvious! I don’t just massage random people’s hands.”

“You’re not very good at showing it. Marc, you do realize, you’re a very closed off person. Via physical and mental emotions. It’s hard for people to read you, which, granted, could be a good thing if I were your enemy.” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Marc chuckled along with him. “Yeah. I guess, I didn’t think about that.” Marc stopped for a moment. “So did I just out myself?”

“Yeah, a little bit, but that's okay because, in the great words of you, ‘you are my love’ too.” Y/N said. “I don’t just let any random person massage my hand.” He joked.

Marc chuckled. “Well, what does that make of us?”

“How about we go on a few dates and then we decide?”

Marc nodded. “Can this be the first one?”

“If you want.”

“Do you think we could end this date with a kiss?”

Y/N chuckled. “I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“Is that a ‘no’?”

Y/N’s hand grabbed the side of Marc’s neck, making him look at him. Y/N shook his head before pulling Marc for a kiss.

“I could never say ‘no’ to that.”

—

#MOON KNIGHT; Marc S. #NORMAN’S writing #god complex 12 #x reader #x y/n #x you #x male reader #marc spector x male reader #marc spector #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x reader #moon knight marc spector #moon knight x you #moon knight #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x reader #moon knight x male reader #oscar isaac x male reader #oscar isaac #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #request

[bimboothefool]

To reward Anon for their kind donation here's a snippet of Zombie Scourge's story!

It's not everyday zombies just up and show up out of thin air. Someone summoned them, the how was definitely itching the back of your brain. “Yeah let's help out as many civilians and maybe through them we'll find a lead!”

“Now you're talking!” Sonic fires finger guns your way. “Also warn the others!” Sonic salutes to you and quickly types up a warning. Good thing he had access to our college's accounts.

~~

His glassy blue eyes shoot towards you. “You… You're a Zombie Hunter aren'tcha?!” He hops off and lands on the concrete. Everyone turns to look towards you. “Oh… You didn't tell them, did ya?! I bet you weren't even gonna utter a peep about it.” He smirks displaying his sharp yellowed teeth. “Oh well lemme introduce myself. I'm Scourge, King of the Rotten World!”

“Zombie Hunter…?” Silver murmured, unsure of what's happening. “The Rotten World, the heck's going on?!” Knuckles interrogated Scourge, who merely laughed. “Why don't you ask that chainsaw wielding cutie, they'll fill you in. You wouldn't keep any more secrets now would ya?” Scourge waltzes closer and puts his face in front of yours as if to intimidate you.

Lmao Sonic's got an iPad it's all over jokers, harlots and jesters

#scourge x reader #scourge the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog x reader #scourge the hedgehog x you #scourge the hedgehog x y/n #scourge x y/n #scourge x you #sonic the hedgehog x you #sonic the hedgehog x y/n #sonic the hedgehog x reader #work in progress #wip writing

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 33

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Madrock

Notes: 👀

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +200K

Chapter:  33/41

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It was early in the morning when you grabbed the satchel from under your bed and counted the coins you still had hidden away, it was more than enough to purchase some clothes at the market in Madrock. You shoved a flask of water in there, and some bread from the kitchen as you passed by it to head to the stables.

Ser Florent bid you a good morning. “Off to Madrock, I’ve heard.”

“That’s right. Have you seen Lancelot.” You asked.

He gave a nod. “I’ve seen him. He is in the stables readying the horses. Have a save trip, y/n.”

You smiled back at him innocently. “Thank you, Ser Florent.”

The knight went on with his day and you headed to the stables. As Ser Florent had said, Lancelot was readying the horses outside. He was inspecting the saddle of your mare and praising her for letting him do so.

Determined to make this trip a little more interesting, you decided to be flirtatious. You stopped beside him, letting your mischievous smile win his attention over.

“I thought of you last night.” You hated how warm your cheeks got after saying it.

He did not expect to hear this, his eyes snapped to your face instantly. You saw them take your expression in, as if he wanted to see if you were jesting or not.

He looked around him to see if anyone could overhear this, then turned to you with hope in his eyes, “You did?”

Your mouth opened to answer but the words got stuck in your throat, you nodded instead.

Lancelot’s eyes darted around again, before locking on yours, “Good thoughts?”

Seeing how very nervous he was getting, cured some of your own nervousness.

“Many.” It was more a whisper.

He looked over the mare’s saddle for a moment.

So many things were running through his head, and all of them would have once earned him lashes of the scourge.

He turned to you when he saw no one. You barely managed to respond in time, when he cupped your face, and avoided the kiss from happening by escaping from his hands.

“Lancelot!” You squeaked. “I haven’t told my parents yet!”

He rolled his jaw whilst getting himself under control again.

You bit your lip and got closer to him, wanting to share a close moment regardless. “Come here.”

He did not even look around for curious eyes first, the request was all that had mattered. You drew him into an embrace, reminiscing of the night spend in his arms. He really did try to make it appear like a friendly hug to others who might see, until his head tilted just enough to brush his lips to your neck. It was a bold action, a first for both. The feeling it send through your body made you want to lean your head back to give him more access.

He proved to be strong enough to pull away before it could tempt him further, but not without locking eyes and letting you see how much your little flirtation had done to him. You breathed shakily, reading his eyes and feeling the sensation in your body increase, it got so strong that stepping away was the only way to get it to lessen.

That faint change of scent…

“We should get going.” You stepped around him to get on your horse.

Even he could feel the shift in the atmosphere between you, it took him a moment to move again.

He walked towards Goliath slowly. “I will wear a veil in Madrock, I believe it to be too large of a city to be discreet without one.”

The lingering feeling in your body made you short for words. “Good plan.”

Before he got on his horse, he looked at you a little curious. You held the reins in your balded fist, close to your low abdomen where the feeling had settled in. Thankfully he did not question you, even though the question was present in his eyes. You rode in silence next to him, feeling the sensation subside.

Once down the hill, you told him, “We’ll travel along the riverside. I know the way from there.”

His question took you off-guard, “Good. Are you alright?”

You quickly nodded, wondering if he could truly tell that something was going on with your body. Of course you knew what it was, it matched the descriptions those romantic books spoke off, but feeling it was something else. Your own thoughts were making you look guilty without ‘crime’.

Lancelot refrained from asking again and stayed silent as you rode through the village. Villagers greeted you, and him. And when the second person wished him a good day, you smiled proudly at Lancelot.

Even the woman you had seen in the fort with him greeted him before quickly being on her way again. You pushed that pinch of jealousy down before it could reach the surface. Still, he looked to see your response to it, a look you avoided like the plague. He was biting his tongue, the grin was enough.

Together you passed the trees who hid the Fey hide-out in them, and vaguely spotted the Faun Woman you had spoken to in the trees.

“We’ll pass the barn before we get to the river.” You informed him, “Did you bring some useful things with you too?”

Lancelot’s expression answered it before he did. “I have my weapons.”

You sighed, amused by the answer, “Apart from that?”

The cheeky twit asked, “Is my company not enough?”

You snorted a laugh. “It is for me. I hope my company is enough for you too when you get hungry, because I won’t be sharing the bread I brought with me.”

He fired back with. “I know how to use a bow, I can hunt if I wish to eat.”

You knew he was teasing you with your lack of experience in archery. “Tread carefully, Ash Man.”

He smiled victorious. “I spoke to Mirena this morning, to ask her what exactly it is that she is sending us for.”

Oh, gods…

You already guessed the answer you’d get, “And what did she tell you?”

He winced a little at the memory. “She told me I would find out once we return, and not to open this package at all.”

You looked at him expectantly. “What else?”

He looked over at you riding beside him, whilst ducking under a low hanging branch. “And not be ‘nosy’.”

The poor Ash Man was yet to learn how stern she could be on certain matters.

It was your turn to duck under a branch. “Fear not, Lancelot. If she disliked you, you would know it.”

He didn’t doubt that one bit. “She is a strong woman, like her daughter.”

Such flattery, and it wasn’t even midday yet. You couldn’t hide the smile it caused. “She is. We are.”

He loved that proud lift of your chin as you said it.

The barn came into sight and awoke your competitive spirit. “I bet I can get to the barn before you do, my mare seems eager to stretch her legs.”

He leaned closer to his horse’s ear, “Hear that, Goliath?”

Without warning, you spurred the mare into gallop, determined to win. The speed at which she ran was impressive to say the least, it felt like you barely held on to your soul in the saddle. Like a bird in flight, the mare galloped across the field, leaving the forest behind her. The cold wind ghosted through your jacket and chilled your skin. Oh, how you loved the freedom that nature had to offer.

The barn was close, Goliath caught up with the mare like a lost shadow reuniting with her. Your eyes were fixed on the old barn, the whispers of the Hidden were in your ears, the mare sensed your intent and gave one finally effort to keep her shadow at bay. From the corner of your eye, you saw the black steed slowly but surely fall behind. Her thundering hooves came to a slow halt once the barn was behind you. Lancelot and Goliath stormed past you, before slowing down as well. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you began to praise the mare for her achievement.

Lancelot rode over to where you were, looking quite impressed but mostly stunned. “Astounding gallop she has.”

You laughed joyfully at seeing the slight frown on the Ash Man’s face. “I stole a good horse.”

He could only agree on that. “You did.”

You steered closer to them, reaching over to scratch Goliath’s neck just behind his ear. “You’re a good horse too, aren’t you? You sweetling.”

He watched you coo lovingly to his horse. Goliath turned until he could lick at your hand in return.

Lancelot let it happen. “You are spoiling him.”

“Jealous?” You flashed a grin.

He tilted his chin to the sky, smile tugging at his lips. He reached over and fished the reins from your hands, you kept your hold on them but he did manage to get you closer, your leg was touching his. The mare gave no objections to getting closer to Goliath, she rubbed her nose against his.

“She is quite receptive to advances today.” Lancelot said while never taking his eyes off you.

You squinted your eyes at him, “Are you talking about my horse, or me?”

That slight tilt of his head and those challenging eyes answered it. You rolled your eyes at him and steered the mare away from them.

“She deserves to be named.” He called out after you.

That was true…

“Any suggestions?” You asked.

He handed you back the responsibility. “She’s yours to name.”

What sort of name would suit one like her? With her desire to run free and fast?

“Aella.” You decided. “It stands for strong wind.”

He repeated it. “Aella? A fine name.”

You praised yourself. “It is.”

Lancelot made a sound that sounded somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle.

You rode next to him again, “Why did you name him Goliath?”

He saw the river. “It comes from a story I have read as a boy.”

Not many named their horses, forming attachments to them especially in war was not advised. For him to have done so, meant he respected Goliath as a living creature.

After a while of riding in silence, you arrived at the river and began to follow it.

“Do you intend to tell your parents?” He suddenly asked, and upon seeing you look confused he clarified what he meant, “About us.”

It saddened you to tell him. “I want to. I just fear how they will respond.”

He was not looking forward to that moment either. “It does not have to be soon, it can wait.”

Guilt settled in you. “I’m sorry. You deserve better than someone who has to hide you from their family.”

He would not hear it. “We would not have to hide this, had my past not forced it on us. If anything, you are the one who deserves someone you don’t have to hide.”

There was not a single doubt in you that your heart had made the right choice to lock him inside of it. “Enough… I choose you, Lancelot. Even if they’d force me to give you up.”

It visibly affected him to hear you be so devout in your love for him. He got so quiet…

“They are your family…”

“And you are my heart.”

His eyes found yours, so intense and full of admiration. The silence that fell lasted a while, the horses walked at a comfortable pace beside each other.

Madrock was not so far, you’d reach it in the mid day. The sound of the streaming water of the river was pleasant to your ears, songs of birds filled the sky.

“May I ask about Matthew?” Lancelot asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

You gave a shrug of the shoulder. “I will not stop you.”

He proceeded with caution, “The friendship between you, am I correct to believe it is strained?”

It was hard not to feel used emotionally by Matthew, even if he hadn’t meant it. “We’ve agreed to keep a distance. I think he no longer wants to put effort into our friendship now that I don’t stroke his ego anymore.”

He winced slightly, hating how sad you had sounded over it. “I am sorry, I had hoped it did not have to be this way. But I do believe it is for the better, he was not careful with words.”

You inhaled deeply, nodding to yourself. “When you were sparring with him, you said something to him when you got him to the ground. What was it?”

Lancelot barely bit back the smirk. “He was being reckless. I told him it reminded me of the man that I once was.”

Ouch. Matthew must not have like to hear it.

“You might as well have spat in his face.” You mumbled.

He saw no issue. “He needed to hear it.”

That was true. Had Lancelot been less in control of his temper when Matthew had taunted and tried to hurt him, things could have ended very different.

You let out a small sigh. “It’s for the better.”

Even if you would miss the years of your childhood that Matthew had been a part of, those times were gone. That feeling had gone…

You could not force someone to remain friends, friendship needed nurturing just as much as love did. It was for the better.

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

By late mid day you paid the man, standing by a hitching post in Madrock to watch over the horses, a silver coin for his trouble. Lancelot had put a veil on again to cover most of his birthmarks from sight.

The veil sat just a little too low and you adjusted it for him without warning. After you’d done that, he folded his hands behind his back. It was something he often did when he didn’t know how to respond.

You put a hand over your satchel, making sure it wouldn’t get stolen. “Let’s visit the market first, after I find some clothes we’ll head to the blacksmith.”

There was no argument from him.

People were strolling through the market like ants, while it was useful to blend in with the crowd, it was also a bit uncomfortable to have people walk into you every few seconds. It wasn’t long before Lancelot was close enough to act as a shadow to you, at least preventing your back from getting walked against constantly. Going from stall to stall was fruitless in your search for what you needed.

“Over there.” Lancelot had noticed a small stall near hidden in the shadow of a house.

He led you through the crowd and halted at the stall. The vendor, an elderly Manblood woman, immediately began to chat with him and left you to browse her wares in peace. The poor Ash Man’s replies were short, small talk was not one of his talents. Still it did not demotivate the woman from continuing.

“Married?” She asked him with a smile that gave away exactly why she was curious.

Lancelot made eye-contact with you, looking quite uncomfortable with the woman’s blatant vying for his attention.

“No.” He answered her truthfully.

You turned to tell her one thing, never sounding unfriendly, but you were firm about it. “Mine.”

Seeing him uncomfortable, and retreating in the shell of his mind to avoid confrontation, was were you drew the line. The woman quietly stammered something that must have been an apology.

You held up the vest and shirts that had caught your interest. “I’ll take these.”

He couldn’t pull his eyes away at the sudden change in your behavior. That possessive tone, the resolve to gaining control over the situation so fast.

~“Mine”~

He caught himself looking around the area, for a place where two could be alone. The idea had entered his thoughts and he forced it out, scolding himself for thinking like a man who could not keep such desires under control.

You paid the woman for three shirts and the nice dark brown leather jacket. The innocent question came when you saw the Ash Man stare at you, “Did you want something?”

For a second he thought you had read his mind, then realized you were speaking of clothing…

His answer was delayed, and came when looking away. “No.”

Maybe he didn’t dare to ask?

“Are you certain? The weather is getting colder.” You touched his hand. “Gloves?”

There was a slight tilt in his brow upon feeling it. “Perhaps…”

The woman was quick to present a basket with all sorts of gloves, a pair made of leather with wool inside caught your eye and you presented them to him.

“Try them on.” You suggested, seeing him look almost shy to do so.

He plucked them from your fingers, deliberately moving his index against them. They fitted him well, and he approved of them.

You handed the vendor the coin for the pair. “We’ll take them.”

The woman folded the clothes neatly and handed them to you. “Have a good day!”

“You too.” You thanked her before leaving the stall.

The clean fabric of the new clothes felt great, unfortunately you couldn’t change into them yet. With the clothes you returned to the horses, and stuffed your purchases in Aella’s saddle bag.

“Do we know where the blacksmith is located?” Lancelot asked.

“Not yet.” You went over to the man looking out for the horses and asked him if he could give some directions.

The ones he gave were pretty hard to follow, but it was better than nothing.

When moving through the crowd again, you felt a slight tug at your jacket, and upon looking saw that Lancelot was pinching some of the leather between his fingers, “Scared you’ll get lost?”

He nearly rolled his eyes. “I would prefer not having to search for you if we get seperated.”

You said nothing of it anymore and tried to recall the directions the man had given. Apart from some mistakes, the directions were accurate and led you to the blacksmith’s home. Lancelot walked up the steps leading to the front door and knocked a couple of times. It took a while for the door to open and you grew worried that there was no one home. From his expression, he feared the same.

Just when he wanted to knock again, the door was opened by the young blacksmith who stood shirtless in the doorway, stains of ashes and sweat were all over his chest.

The man looked Lancelot up and down, taking note of the quality and quantity of the weapons he carried, “What can I do for you?”

The Ash Man gestured in your direction, to which the blacksmith shifted his attention to you.

You stood on the first step. “We are send here by my mother, Mirena, to retrieve a package for her.”

The blacksmith descended the steps, looking you up and down with a smile, “Dawn Folk, eh? Follow me, it’s in my workshop.”

Lancelot came down from the steps as well.

He tried to hide how he rolled his eyes at the blacksmith’s lustful gaze you had received.

The heat of the forge filled the air in the workshop, no wonder he did not wear much. The man lifted open the lid of a large chest and took something out that was wrapped up in cloth and rope. “Here it is. Thank your mother for me, and if there’s anything else needed, she knows where I am.”

You took the wrapped package from him. “Thank you, Sir. I will.”

The blacksmith turned to Lancelot for a second, chuckling. “I’d ask if you’re interested in some new steel, but you look like you have enough.”

It was alright with you if he wanted something new as well.

“If you want…” You told Lancelot.

He politely declined the offer. “I have no need for more weapons at this time.”

The blacksmith walked past you, back to his house. “If you change your mind, knock on my door any time. Safe travels!”

“Thank you!” You called out after him.

The Ash Man put a hand on your back for a moment and you began to walk beside him. Looking down at the package, you grew more and more curious what it was that your mother had asked the blacksmith to make. “I wonder what it is. It doesn’t feel heavy.”

He took the package from your hands. “We shall not open it.”

You groaned in annoyance. “I wasn’t going to!”

He send you a look of doubt. “Time to head back to the horses.”

The package was perhaps safer in his hands, you wouldn’t open it, but taking a peek…

There were less people roaming the village, most would be returning to their homes soon. It was why the red stood out so much in the crowd and halted the both of you.

“Paladins. Shit.” You looked around you for a way to avoid being seen by them.

Lancelot grabbed your hand and pulled you with him into a dark corner between a house and an empty stall. There you stood against the wall and waited for the paladins to pass by, a group of them had finished their trading with the vendors of Madrock. This place was not safe for Fey, like many others weren’t.

As they got closer to walking by, you worried about it, “Don’t you think it will look suspicious if they see two people just standing here in the shadows?”

He looked around for another option. “We cannot move from here without them seeing us.”

If there was an excuse for the two of you to be in the shadows, the paladins would not be so quick to investigate.

Something came to your mind. “I have a plan.”

“Which is?” He urged you to tell him.

The paladins were near, and just as they began to walk by, you turned to Lancelot to grab hold on his jerkin and pull him close. You pulled down the veil and cupped his neck in one swift motion, your mouth was on his before he could ruin the plan by letting them hear his familiar voice. Past him, you saw that they kept walking.

Your mouth parted from his. “This makes it less suspicious.”

All he did was nod, his eyes were fixed on your lips.

That look…

Oh… you were in trouble…

Your back was against the wall of the house not a breath later, his body pressed against yours as he stole the air from your lungs with his kiss. There was a certain urgency in the passion, his hold on your waist kept you close.

You stayed alert, listening for any signs from the paladins that could tell you if your plan wasn’t working. They stopped, and you feared it had failed, then they began to chuckle and walk away.

It took some power of will to turn your head away to look. “They’re gone.”

His bottom lip touched the shell of your ear, traveling down to the spot between your ear and neck.

Maybe he had not heard. “Lancelot…they’re gone… it worked.”

By now you realized he was very aware of it, he just didn’t see the need to stop what had begun. Being kissed along your neck was a new experience, the ticklish feeling made you squirm and try to hold in a giggle. But trying to squirm away was futile, his hold on you got firm and you found yourself trapped between him and the wall. He pinned you against the bricks while letting his mouth explore your neck feverishly. It was the slight push of his chest into yours, when he let his body lean into you fully, that brought the gasp out of you. The rise and fall of his chest met your own.

Desire hit his stomach at the sound falling from your lips. His heart was beating so fast that he accepted death by it’s unmaintainable pace if that was what it took to experience this.

Your hand snaked into the hood of his cloak, and your fingers curled into the back of his hair, luring out a content deep hum from him. You were torn between wanting him closer, and knowing this was not the time nor place.

There was little volume to your voice, that sensation you had felt earlier came back with a vengeance, “It’s too dangerous to stay here like this.”

He still heard it and lifted his head from your neck, brushing his lips to your temple as if to apologize for his boldness.

That warm timbre carried his voice, “You are trembling.”

You were even holding on to his arm to keep yourself steady and now that he had noticed it, were determined to gain control over the sensation.

By slowly moving out of his hold, you managed to come back to your senses a little. “Let’s head home, before those paladins return.”

His nostrils flared a bit whilst he tilted his head to the side, he was inhaling to pick up a scent, you could tell.

There was that faint change again…

“What is it?” You grew curious.

Those blue eyes narrowed slightly, then blinked. “Nothing. I thought I smelled something.”

He put the veil back on and beckoned for you to walk with him again, which you did. The Ash Man couldn’t hide from the world how gleeful he was after having a moment alone in that corner with you. And you tried to hide how fidgety you were after it.

Once you were back at the horses, and had inspected to see that none of your things were missing from the saddle bags, you thanked the man responsible for watching over them. You rode out of Madrock together as the sun began to set, it would not be long before it was dark now. Lancelot had moved the veil from his face the second the village was behind him.

While sitting in the saddle, the reaction that the kiss had caused on your body was evident, it had settled itself in your lower abdomen. And whilst you knew that it was a normal thing to happen, there was still some embarrassment felt over it. He did not seem to share the same struggle, or perhaps he was able to hide it better. But you, you were quieter, feeling almost guilty for something you could not control. Love and desire filled your very being at the sight of him. He had been a monk for so long, the last thing you wanted was to shock him with this knowledge.

“What has you so quiet?” He asked.

It was too hard to resist jesting instead of being truthful, “Worried that I am thinking about the blacksmith?”

The Ash Man took a deep breath and looked at you in wry amusement.

Before he could answer, you reassured him with an alluring smile. “Don’t be. It’s not the blacksmith I’ve been thinking about.”

His expression changed fast, that striking color of his eyes moved over your form like a breeze.

“Who then?” He could not believe he was brave enough to ask.

All you did was smirk and then spurred the mare on to ride ahead of him. The Ash Man didn’t let himself be left behind and spurred Goliath on to match the pace.

Oh, how he wished you had answered it…

Maybe it was best you had not, his thoughts were still in somewhat of a frenzy after the encounter in the village.

“What do you think is in that package?” You asked.

He would not be nosy, as promised to Mirena. “It could be anything. Maybe she asked the man to repair something for her.”

You hummed, it was a possibility. It seemed that you would have to hope that your mother would tell you what was inside there, or it would become one of life’s mysteries to you.

The frogs living by the river made themselves known as you rode alongside it. As expected the sun abandoned the lands earlier than it had done during summer. It would be a while before you’d get used to it being dark early again. The gentle wind was chilly, and having a jacket with a big tear through the sleeve did little to keep you warm, the worn-down shirt wasn’t helping either.

Halfway home, you halted. “Do you mind if we stop here for a moment? I’d like to change into other clothes.”

He saw no problem. “Alright. I will tie the reins. Go on.”

Your feet were on the ground first, he dismounted as well and came to take over Aella’s reins. You ruffled through the saddle bag, fishing out the newly acquired jacket and a shirt, then you stuffed your satchel into it.

After taking off your jacket, you asked, “Can it fit in Goliath’s saddlebag?”

He nodded, looking at you quite timidly. It dawned on you that it might seem to him that you were going to take off the bodice and shirt right there in front of him. The burning in your cheeks began, but you pretended not to be as shy as you felt.

“I’ll uh… go over there…” You gestured to the trees that would offer enough discretion in the darkness of the evening.

“Do you need help?” He blurted out, then felt mortified for doing so.

Help? With what? Undressing and changing?

It wasn’t meant to come across as such, but it surely had.

You were merciful upon seeing his cheeks begin to flush, he had meant well. “I think I’ll be alright. But if I do, I will call for you.”

He was grateful for sparing him, and he led the horses away to tie the reins to a tree nearby. As you headed to the trees, he took seat against a large oak.

In the following minutes, he was tantalized by the images that came to mind while hearing you change in the discretion of the forest. He was biting the inside of his cheek, causing small pinches of pain in the hope it would keep his mind from wandering. It did not work.

Minutes later, you returned in the clothes that felt warmer than the previous ones. After putting the old shirt in Aella’s saddle bag, you approached Lancelot who showed no intention of getting up from the ground just yet.

You were still closing up your bodice again as you stopped at his boots, “Resting for a moment?”

His hood fell back a little further when he looked up at you, “Sit with me. Unless you are in a hurry to return home?”

You saw the charming smirk, but also the spark of mischief that made his eyes glimmer like the stars above your head. Playfully, you lightly kicked your boot against his. When you did it a second time, he seized you by the ankle

“Sit.” The smirk had an edge of danger to it now.

You got the feeling that he would have gotten you to the ground one way or another.

“Fine.” You pulled your ankle free and took seat on his left side against the oak tree.

His fingers pinched the leather of the new jacket at the shoulder and pulled you closer by it.

You pried his hand off of it. “You’ll crease it!”

He highly enjoyed the response it got. “You did not mind the former one creasing when I touched it.”

“That one was old.” You brushed a hand over the leather to smooth out the spot he had held.

He tilted his head, as if he was contemplating something.

The way his eyes were fixed on you was getting you nervous, “What?”

His torso turned to you and his hand hovered over your front, were it briefly stilled, then it slowly moved the left lapel of the jacket away from your chest. Blinking down at it, you saw him move his hand under your jacket.

Your breathing became shallow when feeling him take hold of your waist. “What are you…”

His voice was calming as he pulled you closer. “Preventing a crease.”

You looked up at his face and saw his gaze drop. There was no warning, he crashed his lips down on yours, fingers reaching up into your hair where they caught just enough of it to gently pull your head back with.

His mouth was possessively gliding over yours, matching the repressed hunger in you. But you were too taken off-guard to immediately respond. It was what led to you reacting in a way that you hoped would help you gain the upper-hand in this.

You bit down on his bottom lip. Not too hard, but definitely enough to warn him that you were not one to just surrender to this. Lancelot pulled back just an inch, his hot breath warmed your nose and cheeks.

“Did you just bite me?” He asked incredulous.

You fired back arrogantly, feeling his fingers in your hair hold you in place, “Did you just kiss me?”

He looked down at your lips, clearly not scared away by that bite, and he kissed you again. This time slower…

So intimate that you struggled to breath normally, your chest heaved against his as it got closer and closer to you. A quiet curse slipped out of your mouth when the feeling in your body returned like a spreading fire.

Your tongue touched his upper lip like it was by instinct, he deepened the kiss as if to invite it to happen again. With shaking breaths, your mouths parted. In that moment he must have known how willing you were. It did not need saying that the feeling was mutual, you could feel it in him.

He craved the feeling that began in him with every kiss and every touch. Craved to feed and surrender himself to it.

He caressed your jaw, like he feared you would fade away. “Tell me to stop.”

Because he could not bring himself to do so now, only you could.

When you shook your head in refusal, the tip of your nose touched his. You didn’t say anything and pushed your chest to his, offering your neck to him while teasing the locks of his hair.

It was an offer he did not deny himself off.

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Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt.6

(Cersei x Fem Reader x Jaime. Sandor Clegane x Fem Reader)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

"Are you happy now?" Robert raged as Cersei gazed dispassionately at him. "It's not enough you bring your whore across the fucking continent; you have to make a show of fucking her in front of the whole camp?"

"You don't bother to hide your infidelities" Cersei glowered, "why should I hide mine?"

"You humiliated me!" Robert slammed his cup on the nearest table, pouring himself another helping of strong ale.

Cersei simmered in silence. She knew what she did was foolish, but the satisfaction of the court knowing King Robert was the cuckold for once was almost worth it.

"It was an offense to The Faith, not to mention High Treason! I should have both your heads on pikes"

"Robert, please. It's not like she can father my bastards, like your mistresses have."

Robert's bloated face blanched at this, and Cersei rolled her eyes.

"Oh, don't act like it was some big secret."

Robert's rage returned, further fueled by indignation.

"Out of my sight, woman. Before I have you scourged in front of the whole camp."

She left willingly, knowing exactly where she would find you.

Jaime had been charged with keeping you company while Cersei received her tongue lashing, and the queen found the two of you at play like a couple of teenagers.

"Sister" Jaime grinned, his arm pressed against yours as the two of you held a thin candle between your forearms. "You're just in time to watch this little minx lose."

"How are you?" You ignored Jaime's taunts as the flame grew closer to your skin. "What did he say? Am I to be sent away?"

"I don't know. He didn't say much of consequence, he mostly just blustered." Cersei poured herself a glass of wine and watched the flame between your arms sink lower. Jaime was starting to sweat now.

You frowned, unsatisfied.

As it had turned out, Cersei's little exhibition had spread through the camp like wildfire. You received looks ranging from awe to disgusted from everyone you passed the morning after, and certain people wouldn't even look you in the eye anymore.

"Just ignore them, sweetling." Cersei had said. "They don't matter."

To your great relief, Sandor didn't seem to care at all. All he said when he heard was "It's about time."

Sandor had become something of a comfort to you this past month, and while he tried to treat you with mostly indifference, it was clear he was partial to you as well.

"FUCK" Jaime cursed as the flame reached his skin, flicking wax off his forearm and rubbing the bright red skin soothingly. "Have you no sense of pain?"

You didn't answer, only smiling coyly and kissing the burn on his flesh. "Poor baby"

"I should finish packing your things, Your Grace." You sighed, standing and brushing grass off your dress. "We'll reach Winterfell by this afternoon."

The last stretch of the ride was surprisingly easy. Your mare had adjusted to your leadership, and your body had grown accustomed to the long distances.

"Are you sure you're not embarrassed to be riding next to Queen Cersei's Whore?" You teased Clegane as he mounted Stranger next to you.

"Not as embarrassing as trying to keep her little cunt of a son alive long enough to inherit."

"Sandor" you hushed him with a blush, fearing you would be heard. "You mustn't joke like that. I'm on thin ice as it is."

Sandor made a guttural scoffing sound and eyed the horizon.

Winterfell was truly, unbelievably massive.

It had to be, to house as many people as possible when the harsh winter inevitably fell upon the land. What were those ever-ominous house words?

Winter is Coming.

"Clegane, Y/N" The king's squire rounded his horse along side Stranger. "The King wishes to speak with the two of you, right now."

"Now?" You blinked but steered your horse behind Sandor, who seemed equally skeptical as you neared the large, rumbling royal coach. The King, it seemed, had opted to arrive in style rather than on horseback.

"Halt" a voice called, and Robert exited the litter, followed by an unusually tense and somber Cersei. One look at her face, and you could sense something was horribly awry.

"You asked to see us, Your Grace?"

"Indeed" Robert breathed, looking very pleased with himself. "I thought the two of you ought to know, shortly after our arrival at Winterfell, the two of you are going to be married by a Septon of the Faith of The Seven. Congratulations."

You very nearly fell off your horse in shock.

"Y-Your Grace, I don't understand I-"

"Young Lady," The King whipped back around, his jovial face replaced with a look of contempt. "I ought to have you stripped naked and whipped through the streets of Kings Landing for treason, do you understand that?"

His tone shocked you into submission and you gazed at the ground fearfully.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Instead, I'm showing you something called mercy. I'm allowing you to keep the skin on your back and solving our current issue as diplomatically as I can. You should be on your knees thanking me, instead of talking back."

"Yes, Your Grace. I'm very sorry." You nodded, "Thank you for showing mercy, I will strive to be worthy of it."

"And you." Robert eyed Clegane. "Bed her, ignore her, lock her in a sept somewhere for all I care. Just keep her away from my wife."

Sandor nodded slowly and you cast your gaze on Cersei whose face was twisted into a look of utter frustration and disappointment.

As the litter took off once more, a deep coldness settled into your stomach. You should have known it was too good to be true.

"Y/N?"

"I am so sorry."

"I-" Sandor paused, considering his next words. "I didn't expect that, did you?"

"No." You shook your head. "Oh Gods, Sandor I am *so* sorry. I never meant for you to get dragged into this. If I had known-"

"He didn't kill you" Sandor cut you off. "Just be grateful for that for now."

"How are you so calm about this?" You turned to face him, "In fact, this whole trip you have been unnervingly cavalier about this whole situation. You were just ordered by your king to marry some no named nobody from flea bottom who's only claim to fame is being the Queen's whore. And you don't even seem upset."

Sandor shrugged, "I've done far worse things on the orders of far worse men than Robert Baratheon. Besides, it's just marriage. I can't imagine it will change things much. On my end anyway."

It's just marriage.

You thought this over a moment. It was true, High-borns married complete strangers all the time. And it wasn't like you and Sandor were *complete* strangers.

"I guess I haven't thought about it like that." You nodded, somehow soothed by his lack of response. "You're right. We just need to...roll with the punches."

You took off a little ahead of him, and Sandor watched your back as you went, oddly enough noting that your riding form had improved immensely.

"You took that remarkably well."

Sandor stifled an irritated groan as the Kingslayer rode up beside him.

"Fuck off"

"No, it's true. You did." Jaime insisted. "I'm impressed."

Sandor attempted to move ahead of him, but Jaime kept pace.

"Seriously though" Jamie grew more somber. "She's a sweet girl. I doubt she even fully understood what she was getting herself into. I'd hate to see her stuck in a life of misery because of this."

Sandor cast him a poisonous glare, swallowing a mouthful of insults and instead saying;

"Just because you've had your cock in her doesn't mean you know anything about her, Kingslayer."

Before sending his horse into a gallop to catch up with you.

You arrived in Winterfell with much pomp and fanfare.

Keeping yourself concealed from the main group, you watched as the official greetings were exchanged, bows and curtseys and full honors bestowed, until Robert separated from the party to pay respects at the crypts.

When the king was well out of sight and there was commotion loading and unloading wagons, Cersei pulled you aside.

"I did everything I could" were the first words out of her mouth.

"I thank you." You wanted to take her hand but did not dare. Not now. "Honestly, it's a better punishment than I could have dared hope."

"Indeed?" Cersei pulled a tense smile, "I thought you and Clegane weren't-"

"We..." you searched for the words, "We've settled into each other. If that makes sense."

"Ah" Cersei's face was tight but tried to remain neutral, "That makes things easier then, I suppose. All the same, I'll find something for you to do in the Keep, sweetling. I won't let him win."

You smiled gratefully, excusing yourself to unload and carry her bags to her and Robert's shared room.

As you left, Cersei found herself wondering exactly which *him* she meant.

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The Great War — Teaser

(Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden Bundle of Joy fic)

Did I say Saturday? Oh, what the hell. I couldn’t wait, and I know y’all are hungry for this one.

A sneak peek of a flashback to the night before shit started going down with the Infinity Castle and their ✨first time✨

Enjoy you horny goblins (though this is just an appetizer and is more soft than anything).

Read the first teaser here

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He was leaving and he might never return.

Leaving to go try and put an end to the scourge of demons that plagued their world. It was a noble thing to do; sacrifice in its purest form.

But Y/N hated it.

She was filled with such a deep melancholy that it nearly brought her to her knees. As the Water Pillar turned to leave, Y/N couldn’t stop herself as she reached for him, her arms encircling him as her hands locked over his front, stilling him.

“Giyuu,” she said thickly, her face pressed into the back of his haori as she willed the tears in her eyes not to fall. “Giyuu,”

He turned in her grasp and looked down at her in awe, a finger rising to brush the errant tear that had escaped down her cheek as he held her gaze.

The flame within Y/N’s lantern flickered as Giyuu softly grazed his lips against her own, Y/N’s arms weaving around his neck to hold him close to her.

His hands were gentle, if not a little uncertain as they found her waist, but once they came to a rest against her, he pulled her close, arms winding around her middle and holding her securely against him as he deepened the kiss. Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she opened up for him, his tongue gliding alongside her own until she was left breathless and wanting.

Vaguely, Y/N was aware that he was walking them deeper into the garden hut, allowing the old door to thud shut behind him, and the thought of not returning to her plush futon suddenly did not seem like such a loss.

Giyuu’s hands returned to her face, thumbs stroking softly along her cheeks as he broke their kiss to brush his lips against her eyes, her nose, and forehead. Y/N’s hands parted the Water Hashira’s haori from his shoulders as Giyuu’s fingers dropped to her collarbone, sliding beneath her kosode, and grazing her bare shoulder.

“You have been my most treasured encounter,” he whispered, and Y/N felt her heart seize in her throat, tears threatening to spill anew from her eyes.

A year’s worth of interactions had all led to this moment, but it was not the satisfying payoff of the tension and longing that had been steadily building between them.

This was a goodbye.

Because it was likely that the Water Pillar would not survive the impending battle; but neither did he want to leave this end untied.

Y/N had known, deep in her heart, that this affair had been doomed before it had ever begun, but that hadn’t stopped her from falling for the kind, brave, selfless man now kissing her like she was his entire world anyways.

She would not get to have him in the morning, so she resolved to give herself to him for the night.

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You’ll get your smut dw

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Every second - Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock x Reader (request)

genre: mild angst, end with fluff

warning: blood, the shot and reader injured

words: 2.0k

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You don't hesitate at all.

Not even for a second.

"Shoot me, not him."

The instant the words left your mouth, you knew you were ready to receive all of the riskiness of life for Sherlock. At the moment, your life didn't matter. It would be best if you concentrated on moving the weapon away from his face and toward yours.

"Yeah? I suppose I should!" The man's insane eyes light up as he waves the weapon at you.

In front of this guy, spread your surrendering hands.

"I'm the one you're searching for," Sherlock adds with his panic that is kept out of sight. When his eyes meet yours, his jaw clenched in anxiety, a stream of emotions surges in the crystal blue pupils, only to be replaced by steely resolve a second later. His focus has shifted back to the man who has him roped to the pipes. "You don't want her. You wantㅡ"

"Shut up!" The handgun is held between you and Sherlock. The man appeared to be conflicted about who to shoot. You notice his finger tightening on the trigger as the gun rests on your detective's temple.

No hesitate, no more. You take a step forward in a second decision, aiming to disarm the man while his focus is on Sherlock. And just as his finger returns to the trigger, you lash out, and the man's hold on the pistol drops. Then, He collapses at your feet in a heap.

It all escalated quickly that you overlook him as you turn to confront Sherlock. He's been shot, oh my gosh. You're going freaking out. He's been shot! He's been attacked!

Hurry kneel in front of him, your hands both shaking in shock, before reaching into his pocket for the handcuff keys that will release Sherlock. Your stare scourges his physique for the bullet wound.

You shouldn't believe his idea to buy time; you two should call Lestrade since he stole the handcuff keys an hour ago.

But why don't you discover any of his wounds? With your brow furrowed in confusion, you only see the only of his blood that dried on his temple from where he was pistol-whipped.

Sherlock has kept his mouth shut. His eyes are wide with shock. "Y/N," he murmurs weakly as you notice his sweat vegetate wider. Your eyes follow his attention to your shoulder, where his palm rests on your middle abdomen, which felt bizarrely thick.

You soon feel as if the air has been knocked out of you. The permeated dark spots in your vision make it hard to focus on releasing Sherlock from his shackles.

The key hits the ground, out from your grip. "Sher-" you squint cautiously, even attempting to speak out is tough due to your tongue having been taken over by a metallic taste in sudden.

"Y/N!" His voice has gotten more urgent. Distressed. Frightened. He's tense against the metal bands on his wrists, which are the only thing keeping him from helping you. "Give me the keys." He repeats once again, "give me the keys!"

But you're already swaying, your eyes wandering away.

"Y/N! Hey, love. Focus on me." He orders you yet again, hoping to catch your attention. You bet you could smile at the thought of the callous guy finally giving you a nice pet name after everything you two have been through, but you only reach down to collect the keys to the grey stone floor.

Slowly, you gasp in pain and collapse off his lap.

"No, no, no, no!"

The scream that burst from his lungs wasn't human, and you barely get the keys to him before a realm of darkness sends you reeling, striking you out.

The throbbing with a continuous discomfort across your shoulder makes you rouse even if you don't like to. However, there is an entry point that compels you to do so, and that awful sensation causes you to grunt.

Close your eyes fairly rapidly when the brightness of the light gets underway to urge you; it's the same as a major assault while you're injured and so lame like this. Your overall body winces as a touch tightens around your significantly.

Sherlock is sitting next to you. Deep sleep, holding your hand, head in your lap.

The grand extent of your love for the consulting detective reveals when means of the crooked toothy smile that appears on your lips, in spite of the fact that your bone into and out of the skull feels like it's being pierced by a million knives.

You assess your condition as quietly as you can, hoping not to bother him. Eventually, you were certain that Sherlock hasn't left your side, no matter how long you'd been bound to this bed.

That whenever a nurse steps in, watches you and his posture, her lips pucker moodily. Maybe to call a doctor or wake him up, but your brain acts far faster than your muscles, your finger to your lip and shakes your head as you groan in pain yet again.

As you slink back beneath your blankets, the nurse only smiles, then injects the analgesic to temporarily relieve your pain and leaves the room. It heals you and makes your eyes suddenly heavy.

"That was the most ridiculous thing you've ever done." Sherlock's rich-hush accent is as radiant as the bright day, despite the fact that his words are muttered darken. And when he speaks, his head doesn't lift from your lap; simply put, he clings to your lap as his mouth works.

"Ew, shouldn't have woken to be blamed like that."

You're only joking, you know his magnificent cerebrum pate must detect it well. However, his stranglehold on you grows stronger, contradicting your core assumption. "I'm kidding, kay? I'm not dead, you see." Your voice turns strained since Sherlock doesn't reply back, but you may presume he heard what you have said.

"You're back," his eyes now rest on your face, one of his thumbs tracing your velvety cheek, for a while until his both palms cupping your face, caressing them at a slow speed as if hanging in the air as if he was afraid you wouldn't stay with him as long as he'd desire. He repeated it yet again, his voice possibly cracked, if you're not so wrong. "You've come back."

Your eyes shut when his lips are on your forehead, let out a soft chuckle when he shifts away. Sudden, the detective made your blood vessels dilate by the lips locked together in the same place as yours.

"Yeah," you made a point of saying gently as you patted his curly hair with your free hand, soothing him and enhancing your wide smile. Glaring at every feature of his face that you cherish, you're the one who made his face seem fatigued.

Sighing, your fingers are on his chin, brushing his newly sprouting moustache, which has always been shaven. "I'll always come back for you."

Every morning, your painkillers were there on the bedside table, with a glass of water alongside it. Every shower time, there are fresh and warm towels all prepared for you.

Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner was always served promptly by your words. Comfort foods and hot chocolate were suddenly plentiful. Blankets, hugs, kisses, and movies were never in short supply. You were offered a hot bath, his kiss buried all over yours, not just even your face.

You keep telling Sherlock that it's not necessary to do this. All he was doing is using lots of extra effort in helping you with activities that you can do alone. And his habit, regularly, your words are never acknowledged like he's deaf ears. He never hesitates to attend to your every need and want, even if you don't think of them.

And every night, you fall asleep clutching his chest.

This night, unfortunately, was completely different.

"No!"

Sherlock's relentless scream wakes you up. In the dim illumination, you blink erratically, seeing him burying his face into the pillows, his hands extending, folding, and extending over, attempting to reach something in the air. "Don't go. Please! Please don't do this to me."

Sitting up and adjusting your eyesight to match the light source, you can clearly notice your Sherlock, who is lost in the depths of a hellish nightmare.

Then you realized, shockingly, that he never stops sobbing, crying out for your name.

You don't give it any thought before cuddling up to his shoulder. "I'm here," you whisper as you take one of his arms and brush gentle circles into his palm, brushing away his soreness. His face crushes on your chest, and your lips press against his sweaty brow, "I never left you, Sherlock. No, I wouldn't."

The yelling match isn't the first you've ever had, so you've been shouting and insulting each other since the Scotland Yard, the cab, and now you're both struggling to breathe and marching in the flat's bedroom even if you're not speaking.

"I'm not a kid! I can take care of myself."

"I know you can! But you! you-" His hands over his waist, leaving his back to chat with you. "You-"

"What the hell?"

"It's different."

"For God's sake! Sherlock Holmes! Don't make me look like the load!!"

"No, you don't get it- it isn't."

"Why the hell not?"

Sherlock exhales sharply, a furious hand raking through his hair. Flaming bright blue eyes gazing into yours with such real seriousness that it was almost broken, but how could this man be expressing to you his emotional reactions?

"Because I can't lose you!"

The enormous tension in the room appears to disappear all at once. As he rants, your rage diminishes, and your shoulders sag. The fight seems to be over. Sherlock has moved his gaze away from you. He steps away and sits on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, striving to control his rate of breathing.

You bite your bottom lip and approach his side. Stick close and place your palm under his tough jaw as he slowly glances up. "You're not losing me," claim comfortably, your head bowed to look into his eyesight.

"You have no clue." Sherlock's hand completely covers your spine and upper hips. "Didn't you observe? I can't lose you."

"I do."

After that, neither of you says anything. Then he grunts, and now you truly have no idea what he's saying. He urges you to flop back into his arms, dragging you down to the mattress with him.

You chuckle as his hands trace your midsection to your shoulder, pinning your leg between his, chest to chest, foreheads squished together, noses intertwining.

For a little moment, time freezes. Before you both slide into a desperate kiss, you look directly into Sherlock's sight, breathing, feeling, and appreciating his soft touch.

He intensifies his grip on you and tosses you both over, keeping you beneath him. Sherlock's warm breath tickles your ear as he gives a tentative nibble at your neck. "I love you," he whispered, one hand caressing your head, the other trailing the exposed skin at the hem of your top.

"I love you," you say in response before your lips meet in kisses that endure all night.

You'll never wonder why you respond positively the way you do. He doesn't either. Because there isn't any other option when it comes to you and Sherlock.

No more alternatives.

"I love you," he repeats once more, this time more passionately.

His jaw's proprietor seems to be yours from now on, owing to a peck of the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you even more," Sherlock whispers as he climbs over you. Fighting a nibble on your neck just causes you to crack up laughing.

Every second, his face leans in and ends with giving you a really great kiss; it's completely worthy of melting your universe, and you're confident he felt exactly the same way.

Neither of you will be hesitating.

Not even for a second.

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