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ragingbookdragon · 4 months

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Someday We'll Be All That We Need

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I made a new friend so I made that friend a fic. @temeyes <3 -Thorne

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Other than the shivering, Simon doesn’t so much as twitch in the corner they’re huddled in. She’s cold herself, but nothing feels as terrifying as losing the man wedged in between her thighs, head resting against her chest. The bleeding has stopped though, the bullet wound plugged well enough that him exsanguinating is the least of her worries—it’s the ever-dropping temperature and the broken-down cabin that scares her.

It was thirty degrees Fahrenheit when the mission started; the last reading was ten and dropping. The cabin they’d taken shelter in was worn down, broken windows and missing ceiling allowing streams of frigid winter air and snow to fall in and continue to chill their bones. Simon had sealed his wound and managed to stay awake but with the blood loss he’d suffered and the stress, fatigue had set in, and that’s when she’d found herself curled up in the corner with the emergency blanket from her kit wrapped around his torso, his body wedged up against hers, trying to conserve energy and heat.

The comms had gone down, Simon’s radio busted in a skirmish of hand to hand with an enemy, and she had only managed to get one SOS out before the line cut off. They were alone in the middle of enemy territory, in a temperature-dropping environment, wounded and unable to call for help. Her worst fears were coming alive.

She swallowed thickly, shaking the thoughts away, and readjusted her grip on Simon, jostling him awake in the process. “Alrigh’, love?” he murmured lowly, tongue lazy and slow; he only called her love when they were alone and serious.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “You?”

“Back’s killin’ me.”

She huffed a laugh. “I bet it is. You’re folded like a pretzel.”

Simon shifted, or tried to, and rested his head on her shoulder. “How long’s it been since I feel asleep?”

“Maybe an hour?” she blinked, looking around the room; snow was beginning to pile up where the holes in the ceiling dropped to the floor. “I haven’t really been paying attention to the time.”

“Hmm.” He breathed into her neck. “I can’t feel my toes.”

Her eyes shifted to his feet, and she let out a breath, a mixture of shock and fear. “How bad is it?”

“Bad,” he admitted. “‘s bad, love. Spreading up.”

“Motherfucker,” she laughed in disbelief and wrapped her arms tighter around him. “Price heard the SOS. He’s coming, okay? Just…just keep it together until then.”

Simon swallowed thickly; his eyes still shut as he nudged her neck with his mask-covered nose. “Got a safety deposit box back in Manchester,” he muttered. “Key’s in my nightstand back at base.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Got ‘bout five-hundred thousand pounds in’it.” He shifted again as if trying to get into her skin to be warmer. “Deed to a property in Herefordshire. Got it a few years ago when I was staying with Price.”

“Simon, stop,” she warned—she knew exactly what he was doing.

“Want you to get out and go live there. You’ve served long enough to get pension. You’ll be set for the rest of your life out there.”

“No. Not without you I won’t.”

He shook his head. “I don’ think I’m comin’ back, love. Not this time.”

“Don’t say that,” she stressed, turning her face to his. “They’re coming. We’ll be okay.”

Simon didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Want you to buy one of those big black Corso’s. Name her Morrigan. Let her take care of you and the land.”

Tears began to gather in her eyes. “You’re a bastard,” she whispered. “Quit it.”

“I want you to listen. I want you to be taken care of. I want—”

“I want you alive,” she cut off. “Now shut up and save some energy.”

Simon cracked an eye open and simply gazed at her. “I love you. I know I didn’ say it enough. ‘m sorry, love.”

She clenched her jaw against the wave eating her chest inside out and inhaled deeply. “Simon, stop and rest. I won’t say it again.”

He let his eyes close and laid his head back down. “Alright, love.”

***

It was at least another two hours before noise echoed outside, and it drew her from a slumber she hadn’t realized she was in; she jolted up, Simon jostling with her. “Simon,” she whispered. “Someone’s outside.” He didn’t respond to her, and she pulled away, looking at him. “Simon?” he was asleep, unresponsive to any of the stimuli around him. “Fuck, Simon?” the noise outside grew louder, and she pushed past her fear and shifted from under him, tucking him against the wall as she grabbed her gun and rose to her feet.

Kneeling down, she put a hand against his face. “I’ll be back, okay? I promise.” She swallowed. “I’m coming right back, Simon.”

She rose again and headed for the door, cracking it open and slipping outside as a vehicle pulled up; tucking behind the railing, she breathed deeply and lifted her head, catching sight of a few men exiting.

Before she could even raise her weapon, she heard, “Contact!”

Ducking again, she cocked her rifle and listened as the others did the same, obviously hiding behind shelter themselves. It had to be the rest of that enemy squad that she failed to take out when Simon got injured. Fuck, she only had one mag left and she was running on fumes herself. She had to be quick. She had to be careful. She had—

“Identify yourself, or we will shoot!”

Wait, that sounded like—

“I will not say it again! Identify yourself or—”

“Price!” she called and peeked over the railing. “Price, it’s me! It’s me!”

Soap and Gaz appeared on the other side of the SUV. “Athena?”

She felt tears gather in her eyes as she stood up and lowered her gun. “Holy shit, I’ve never been so glad to see you guys.”

Price stopped in front of her, pulling her into a quick hug. “Good to see you. Where’s Simon?”

Simon.

Her heart dropped. “Fuck.” She turned on her heel and sprinted back into the cabin and to the corner, the men on her heels; she got to him first and dropped to her knees, shaking him. “Simon! Simon, wake up!”

He didn’t move.

“Simon!” she called again, lifting her cold fingers to his neck. Whether it was her own anxiety or him, she couldn’t feel a thing and she started panicking. “I can’t get a pulse!” she turned to them. “I can’t wake him up!”

Soap pulled her back as Price and Gaz got to work and she thrashed in his arms. “LET GO!”

“Lass, calm down!”

“LET GO! SIMON!” she screamed, her own vision beginning to haze, exhaustion weighing taking its toll.

“We’ve gotta start compressions,” she heard Gaz say and he looked at Price. “He’s not going to make it back if we don’t do something now.”

Price looked back. “Soap, get her in the SUV, we’ll prep Simon for transport.”

“Aye, sir,” Soap said and hefted her up against her thrashing.

“NO! I’M NOT LEAVING HIM BEHIND! LET GO OF ME GODDAMNIT!”

“Lass, you can’t help him even if you wanted to.”

Her body felt like lead and she felt her limbs going numb as her breathing kicked into a wildness, head light and heavy all at the same time. She kept trying to get out of his arms when Price tossed a syringe his way, and a prick to her arm drew blackness into all sides of her gaze, the last thing she saw was Gaz yanking open Simon’s gear to press his hands to his chest.

***

There was an impossibly annoying beeping going off on the side of Simon’s bed and she had half a mind to kick him in his hip and gripe at him to turn it off; she managed to mumble something akin to it but when the beeping didn’t stop, she managed with great effort to crack her eyes open, only to be met with the sterile walls of a medical room.

It all came back in an instant and she sat up straight, yanking the IV out of arm, the oxygen tube from her nose, rolling from the bed. Her knees kissed the floor and pain seared up her legs as she scrambled for the door, only to fall again, but she crawled on her hands and knees to the handle. Lifting herself, she pulled the door open and leaned heavily on the wall of the hallway as she stumbled down, looking in every room for her lover.

“Simon!” she called weakly; the mission had taken its toll on her. She was weak, far beyond her own capacity and she was barely standing as it was. “Simon!” she yelled again, and Soap stuck his head out from a door about five doors down.

“Athena? Holy shite, you shouldn’t be up!” he made it to her, trying to help her, but she pushed past him.

“Where’s Simon?”

“Love, you need to go back to—”

“WHERE IS HE!”

Soap recoiled and recovered, gently wrapping his arm around her. “He’s down here. Still asleep.” His grip was steel. “I’ll take you to him.”

“I can—”

“You either let me help or I take you back to your room.”

She fell silent and let him, that was until she turned the corner of Simon’s room, and darted from his arms, barely managing to avoid face-planting into the hospital bed railing as she clambered onto the bed with the man.

“Simon?” she whispered, grabbing his face in her hands; he was so warm now. Tears seeped down her cheeks. “Simon, sweetheart?” she said again, pressing her head to his chest to feel his steady heartbeat thumping beneath; a choked sound of happiness escaped her, and she looked at Soap. “He’s alive.”

He smiled at her. “Yeah, love, he’s alive.”

“He’s okay?”

“Eh, we’re a little worried about his toes, but so far yeah.”

She buried her face in Simon’s chest, crying into the gown he wore, and grabbed one of his hands; she squeezed it tightly, relief flooding her as his fingers tightened around hers in his sleep.

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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mary being an ass girl <3

based on this request here and many many more warnings for suggestive language! minors dmi.

you'd known from the very first moment you met mary exactly where her focus was, though maybe not quite in the way she'd wanted things to begin.

you were out grocery shopping on a friday night, exhausted after a grueling week of work and practically dragging yourself from aisle to aisle. thank god you had your list you'd already written this morning, your brain all but mush and body screaming out for your sofa and some trashy mind numbing reality tv.

your hood was drawn over your head and you were hardly dressed to impress, donned in an old pair of tights and your favorite baby blue nike hoodie, a pair of beat up converse covering your aching feet. not that a tesco on a friday night was where the manchester crowds all flocked to.

you were completely in your own world, zoned out and staring a little too long at a box of frozen dumplings in the freezer section when it happened.

"maya man you're killin me here. tooneys waiting in the car and i'm fucking starving hurry up!"

you tensed up at the feeling of someones hand connecting sharply with your ass, dropping the basket in your hands you spun around within seconds and suddenly a loud clap echoed as your own hand smacked across their face, your instincts kicking in before you could give it another thought.

"jesus christ i am so sorry!" you apologized with wide eyes, covering your mouth with your hand at your unexpected aggression. you weren't sure who you expected to greet you as the culprit but it was not the tall gorgeous brunette stood in front of you clutching her bright red cheek.

"fuck no i'm so sorry. you've got the same hoodie on as my mate and i thought-oh god you must think i'm some sort of predator. i'm so so sorry!" the woman rambled out an apology, her eyes just as wide as yours as you stared at one another.

"mary whats going-" another girl appeared with a confused frown, but seeing your guilt stricken face and the bright red mark on marys cheek her eyes narrowed. "did you just hit her?" she advanced on you with a thunderous glare as you immediately backed up, running into the freezer section behind you as the taller girl you'd hit leapt into action.

"hey no no i smacked her on the ass thinking she was you and well, i earned the slap back." the girl stood in front of you protectively as her friends face instantly flashed with regret.

"mary! you fucking idiot what have i said about smacking everyone on the ass? see now look karma's come and gone and smacked you back!" the friends shoved at the taller girls chest with a glare who stayed quiet but didn't move her body from shielding yours.

"i am so sorry about her i assure you she will hear about this for a long time and i will make it my personal mission to make sure it doesn't happen again." the shorter of the two warned sternly as the other girl nodded furiously, spinning back around to face you.

"can i pay for your stuff? please! it's the least i can do as an apology." she almost begged, clasping her hands together and giving you potentially the most irresistible puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen.

"no no you really don't need to christ i just slapped you into next week i should be the one apologizing!" you breathed out with a shake of your head, yanking your hood off properly feeling quite hot and flushed in the face.

mary was rendered speechless as she took you in properly, now feeling if possible even worse about her actions and how they might have made you feel, your beauty leaving her feeling winded as if she'd just been kicked in the stomach.

"no it's definitely her who needs to apologise and learn a lesson. come on mearps time to pay for the poor girls groceries!" with that the shorter of the two had grabbed your basket and sauntered off.

"maya! she might not be done shopping yet!" the taller girl groaned, flashing you a dazzlingly apologetic smile and holding up a finger before dashing off, returning a few short moments later with your basket in hand.

"i was done, really." you lied with a smile, the girl raising an eyebrow curiously, pointing to the list in your hand which was very clearly not fully ticked off. "look i promise you really don't need to-" you again tried to dismiss her, reaching for your basket as she held it away from you.

"i do. please i'm so embarrassed like i said it is the least i can do as an apology!" she blushed bright red once again and you couldn't help but find her quite cute despite the way in which you'd come to be acquainted.

"you should probably..." you started, opening the freezer section and grabbing out a bag of peas, placing them gently against her cheek where you'd slapped her. "oh thank you." she smiled softly and you found your breath catching in your throat.

and from then on, it was history.

the way in which you two met was something you'd often rile up your now girlfriend for, shaking your head and making teasing comments along the line of it all just being some elaborate way of picking you up.

enjoying the way she'd always go bright red and whine and promise it wasn't, burying her face in your neck with a groan, making you laugh as seconds later she'd be blowing raspberries against the skin as you'd try to push her off and she'd just cling on tighter

but intentional or not you should have almost taken that first chance encounter as a warning, a warning about exactly what sort of girl mary really was.

because mary alexandra earps was an ass girl, through and through.

it took her a few weeks of the honeymoon phase before you really learned just how much she appreciated yours in particular. but nowadays more than comfortable and hopelessly head over heels for you, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in her actions.

whenever she'd return home after a particularly painful training session and you'd wrap her in a tight hug hello, her hands would start on the small of your back. then gradually they'd slip lower and lower until they rested right on your ass.

sometimes if she was feeling up to it there might be an affectionate squeeze or a gentle pat, but most of the time when she was tired and sore she was perfectly content to just rest her hands there, making you smile and shake your head as her own buried into your shoulder.

most other times, especially of a morning if you were up before her which on her days off you always were, you'd be greeted with a sharp slap to one of your cheeks.

a cheeky grin and plump rosy pair of lips shutting you up with a searing kiss before you could tell her off, a good morning mumbled into your mouth as of course she'd grab your ass as she did so.

her obvious fondness of your behind didn't just extend to the four walls of your home, cradled in privacy without wandering eyes.

no no, one of marys favourite pre game routines was to wrap you in a bear hug, hands gliding down and firmly squeezing your ass in them, smacking it much like you might high five a team mate. she'd then run off like a naughty kid before you could scold her, your face bright red as you were well aware you had an audience.

if her team mates were around after a game it only seemed to spur her on further, their teasing remarks only fueling her ego as she'd grope and grab you shamelessly, patting your bum like someone might pat your back with a wolfish grin.

mary loved nothing more than how much it clearly riled you up as much as it might brush it off as embarrassment, kissing your bright red cheeks and mumbling all the dirty things she planned to do to you once the two of you were alone, causing them to blush an even deeper shade of crimson.

all bets were off the moment you stepped over the threshold of your shared home, her hands hooking under your thighs and hoisting your body up, legs wrapping around her waist as she sat you down on the kitchen counter or slammed you into the nearest wall.

her hands would grab and grope at your ass, fingers digging in tight enough at the flesh that you knew there would be new bruises covering the almost faded ones that already existed there.

alongside the occasional bright red hand shaped welt which would cover one cheek if you'd felt particularly bold in the days before, your girlfriend rarely needing much convincing to dish out a spanking or two if she felt it was needed.

for her thirtieth birthday as part of her gift you'd bought her a polaroid camera, knowing how much memories meant to her you'd intended it to help her capture them.

but no, in true mary fashion her very favourite muse to take photos of was of course, your ass.

"oh my god baby!" you'd jumped in surprise as she shot up suddenly from the lounge one rainy afternoon, staring at her in surprise with a raised eyebrow.

"what?" you frowned when she didn't say anything. "hold on just a second my girl." she pecked your lips sweetly, of course cheekily squeezing your ass in one large hand before darting off upstairs.

"she's so weird." you mumbled to yourself with a small smile and a sigh, resuming folding the clean washing dumped out all over the coffee table, half paying attention to the football game playing on the television.

"right!" you again jumped as she re-appeared, her polaroid slung around her neck and a pair of sunglasses resting on her nose. "stop doing that! god im gonna get you a bell to wear around your neck like a cat." you huffed with a glare.

"what are you doing?" you sighed now properly taking her in. "i've had a sudden burst of inspiration my love." mary clapped happily, walzting on over toward you with a grin. "babe why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?" you questioned clueless, almost afraid of what you might get as an answer.

"enough talking! the artist needs quiet to work." mary again clapped, strolling on past you and muting the tv, yelling at google to play her cleaning playlist as your confusion only worsened.

"oh yeah! thats the mood." mary bopped her head along to the familiar song which played from the speaker, moving her hips side to side and biting her bottom lip as you couldn't help but grin.

"baby. you're so weird!" you laughed, hands on your hips and staring her down as she danced her way over to you. "as i was saying beautiful i have had a burst of inspiration!" she grabbed your face suddenly in her hands, kissing your lips and pulling away with a loud mwah, dipping your body down and kissing all over your face before pulling you back to stand up.

"and pray tell what has inspired you love?" you grinned as she laid down on the floor, wiggling for a moment to get comfortable as she smirked up at you and grabbed her camera in her hands.

"why your bum in those jeans my lovely girl, obviously."

with that she started to order you to pose, moving around on the floor and snapping polaroid after polaroid of you as you threw your head back with a laugh. "mary!" you whined, unable to keep the smile off your face at her ridiculous behaviour.

"thats mazza e to you thanks, up and coming fashion photographer." she clicked her tongue at you and pulled her sunglasses down, sending you a wink and pushing them back up her nose.

"now just feel the music baby, gimme a bit of a shake and a wiggle. i wanna see that thing move!" she whooped loudly as again you were unable to hold back your laughter.

"you are fucking ridiculous. you know that right?" you accused as she brushed you off, again ordering you around as you rolled your eyes playfully.

dropping the washing in your hands you gave in and started to dance, cheered on by mary who moved around on the floor, taking photo after photo as the pile of polaroids on the table grew.

"yes! this is brilliant, gorgeous, sexy, sultry. you're beautiful baby you're beautiful!" the goalkeeper yelled in a goofy accent, tossing her polaroid onto the sofa once she'd run out of film and sitting up, grabbing your hands suddenly and yanking you down onto the floor on top of her.

"mary!" you squealed, both of you groaning suddenly as she tried to sit up and kiss you, knocking her forehead into yours as your body melted into hers, vibrating with laughter as you buried your face in her neck.

"god i love your bum baby." mary sighed out once the two of you had settled from your laughter, hands coming to rest on it and massaging it expertly in her large hands.

"i know, you said hello to it before you even said hello to me." "for the one millionth time i did not mean to smack it as a pick up tactic!"

#mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #mary earps #woso blurbs #woso imagine #engwnt

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bwambiee · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏’ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃

૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა. keep fuckin’ for hours, that pussy got power !

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CW ꒱ა. smut ⸝ fem! reader ⸝ profanity ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ face-sitting ⸝ fingerin’ ⸝ oral sex (fem received) ⸝ spitting ⸝ mentions of oral sex (male received) ⸝ lots of nicknames <3 (slut is one of em’! lil’ warnin’) ⸝ slight dumbification ⸝ he mocks us again but he’s nawt as mean ! ⸝ isagi is in luuv hehe ⸝ wc(2.5k).

NOTHING GIVES ISAGI MORE DOPAMINE THAN THE HIGH OF SHOOTING A GOAL DURING A GAME.

the only exception would obviously be you, and your pretty eyes and pink lips smiling like a daisy when he wins the match. his face brightens up into a big grin like a kid getting ice cream on a sunny day, growing bashful when he sees you run into his arms and giving him a big hug, ignoring the sweat he’s dripping off and the glances you two get. of course, isagi sneakily hides the coy smile he has on his face by burying it in the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent as he twirls you around and lifts you up effortlessly like a princess while his teammates all look at him with jealous, beady eyes.

his teammates were filled with the evil green-eyed monster of jealousy because isagi was such a lucky bastard for having such a pretty girlfriend. someone who runs up to him with the prettiest smile, small hands pawing at his chest, perfectly manicured nails grazing against the tautness of his bicep as she nuzzles into his neck so that she can whisper praises about how much of a star he is.

but after those sweet little praises that make his heart swell with happiness, you start to whisper challenges, trying to rile him up to prolong the high he’d procured from winning the match. oh sweet girl, you're challenging him? the pride and joy of blue lock, who’s never one to back down from a challenge? he can’t help but let his signature smirk form, canines peeking out when she traces his jawline and mutters about how she’d love to see a supercilious egoist on his knees.

your little tease is fleeting of course, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings as you switch gears and go back to showing off that sweet smile of yours that mirrors the sweetness of the cherry lollipop you were sucking on earlier.

“awh c’mon doll face you don’t have to pretend that you don’t want it don’t you? if you want me on my knees then let’s make it happen. better yet,” his teeth grazes the shell of your ear, trailing down to the pulse of your neck as he whispers, careful to not let his teammates hear his sin-coated words, “i’ll let you ride my tongue so I can see what that pussy looks like from heaven.”

it gives him a big rush of pride when he thinks about what he can do with you behind closed doors, holding onto the underside of your thighs when he twirls you around again and your pretty little mini skirt billows and ripples with every twirl, almost teasingly giving his teammates a tiny little peek of the baby blue panties you’re wearing just for him.

shit sweetheart, don’t you know you’re killin’ him here? it all fed his devilish ego so good especially since he knows he’s the only one who gets to bury himself between your legs, your sweet moans echoing in the air like a hymn as he laps at your pussy like a dog in heat, trying to push you closer to his face, bambi eyes filled with tears of overstimulation and it gives him such a rush because where was that confidence from earlier?

so forgive him for being rough with you, guiding you through his apartment door and hastily locking it, shoving you into his room as you two can barely get a word in, hushed whispers and moans as you two kiss messily, large hands urgently pushing you against the light blue duvet of his mattress and smooths a pathway to the hem of your skirt, calloused fingers leaving featherlight touches against the backs of your thighs so he can grip the plush flesh of your ass.

“sit on my face, c’mon,” he urges, smacking your ass lightly as his hands move to the back of your thighs to gently push you to his awaiting mouth. you feel your breath get caught in your throat when you see how serious he’s being right now. it was simply just a joke! at least… it had started out that way. was her bashful yoichi really demanding her to sit on his face right now?

“you’re a little too eager for this y’know? don’ wanna hurt you,” you whisper shakily, voice soft as silk when you hesitantly sink down onto Isagi’s mouth and his face breaks out into a boyish grin. “ ‘ichi!” you cry out, body jerking in surprise as you hold onto the headboard for support when his tongue darts out to lap up your dripping honey.

“princess sounds so pretty when I eat her pretty pussy.” he spits, spreading his saliva on your swollen pearl, pushing it into your core shamelessly while smacking your hip with a low growl, unsatisfied that all of your weight isn’t on his face yet. he manages to get you to place all of your weight down, smothered under your pussy with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he eats you out more frantically, practically using the same energy he has on the field but instead of scoring a goal, he was determined to taste your blissful arousal after weeks of endless training.

“wait yoichi… f-fuck,” you whimper out, thighs shaking as you struggle to hold your balance, knees pressed into the mattress while holding onto the headboard for dear life as you desperately try to keep yourself still. but it was so hard. so, so hard to not bounce down onto the tongue that was assaulting your core so relentlessly. “o-oh…nnh—! so good ‘ichi!”

he starts to pant loudly when he hears the oh, so wonderful little whines he adores so much, telling you that you taste like bliss, that soccer hasn’t got shit on this cute little pussy of hers. it was all just too much for you, heart jumping in adoration at the praises, voice drawled out in a sweet, pitchy mewl as you try hard not to grind back against his tongue.

he lets his hands wander up from your thighs so he can cup your tits, soft, perfect globes that fit into his hand like the last piece of a puzzle, working quickly to push up your soft cashmere top, the one that’s baby pink and shows off your dainty shoulders and defined collarbones. fuuck he loves this top, loves the bra you chose to wear today since it’s easy to push up so that he can feel your nipples pebble into his hand. he can’t help but groan into your pussy, briefly pushing you up so that he can talk to you as he feels you, cupping the heavy mounds, thumb rolling over your buds as he worships you.

“fucking perfect,” he whispers into your thigh and you whine slightly when you feel his other hand trailing closer to the comforting warmth of your centre. “you need somethin’ from me baby?”

“fingers—your fingers please ‘ichi!” you whispers tearfully. you want it, you want him.

he chuckles, the deep, rich sound that makes your toes curl so delightfully as you feel the vibrations on his chest. “i’ll give it you… oh ‘m gonna fuckin’ give it to you.”

you’ve never have nodded so fast in your life. yesyesyesyes that’s exactly what you want, to have isagi give you everything he has to offer while you helplessly paw at his headboard.

you honestly don’t know why you’re this desperate. despite initially refusing his offer to sit on his face even though you had teased the idea into his head, you didn’t think he’d actually go through with it! now here you are writhing in ecstasy from his tongue as his nose nudges your clit, hips wiggling slightly as you want your boyfriend to have unrestricted access to your aching cunt, to want him to bring you to absolute completion right on his face.

rough hands pet your pretty pussy, thumb rubbing the sensitive pearl and already the heat of his large palm has you gasping for air from the sheer thought of his fingers and tongue working inside you in tandem. his hands work like he wants to claim ownership, hungry and greedy to already stake some sort of claim on your body and it turns you on even more. to be desired this much, oh it makes your heart weep.

“what a little slut,” he hums the dirty words against your thigh again, “begging for my fingers and actin’ all innocent in front of my teammates earlier.” he knows what she was doing when she teased him, he’s immune to her little innocent act when she shyly tells him she was joking when he knows she wanted it more than him.

you’re, oh so sensitive and he works slow, his hands are careful and precise as he works you up rubbing and tracing your slit softly and he hears the soft sigh parting from your lips when he lets his index finger move to part your delicate petals, just barely slipping inside and it’s just too much.

his finger thrusts slowly and you’re thankful for that, giving you time to adjust to the familiar feeling but it’s been forever since he last fingered you. his finger was much longer and thicker than your own, your warm wet walls sucking him in right up to his knuckle and he grunts.

“y’re so fuckin’ responsive… must’ve wanted me real bad, hm?”

a whine gets caught in your throat as he moves his finger inside of you, curling it at just the right angle and ohh—there’s that spot, the one you always have trouble finding yourself. you moan involuntarily as he massages your velvety walls, fingers fucking you open in the dim light of his bedroom as he whispers sweet praises. he thumbs at your clit once more and his finger starts to pick up the pace, cunt clenching around his digit and you feel like you’re stuck in a euphoric high.

“can you handle one more pretty? hm? can my princess take another one?”

was that even a question? she doesn’t even process his words but she’s nodding as he doesn’t even bother to give her a warning, his middle finger being tucked away into the confines of your wet walls. once there’s two of his digits in you it’s all over, finger fucking you with harsh thrusts as he gives you everything. all of this pleasure was for you, and only you.

“I feel— huuagh! n-no ‘ichi! wanna cum from your tongue! wanna do it on your face!”

you sob helplessly as your senses short circuit, one hand is working your tits while the other finger fucks you into the stars. isagi is quick to oblige though as he pulls his fingers out, quickly grabbing the delicious curve of your ass so he can push you to his mouth again. the orgasm forming up your spine and spilling all the way down to your tummy was about to unravel, and it was coming fast if he continues his sweet bullying of fucking you open with his tongue, messy slurps and moaning coming from below you as he your warm, velvety walls pulse around his tongue, greedily suckling and slurping your pussy like a man starved for your attention and he wasn’t going to stop until you give it to him. do it pretty, cum all over his face.

“h-haah— yoichi ‘m gonna cuum! g-gonna cum ‘ichiii!”

brainless babbles are pulled from your lips as you wail out to him, voice akin to a siren who’s luring him to his sweet demise because that’s what you are to him, captivating his very being. pretty girl can’t you see you’ve ruined him? tore him apart and stole his heart right out of his chest while he digs tiny moons into your thighs, working his tongue in and out of your drooling cunt as your sweet cream trickles down to his face, soaking the ruby red of his jersey when you buck and thrash against his tongue, a white-hot heat spreading throughout your body that leaves you breathless.

“ ‘g-gonna cum ‘ichiii’, fuckin’ do it then angel. look so pretty goin’ dumb from my tongue.”

you can feel his lips form a lazy grin when he mocks your mewls, hearing how much of a wreck you are right now. a writhing, moaning, shaking wreck that you don’t even need to look at his face to see how arrogant he is right now. cockiness oozes from his body as broad shoulders bounce, clearly laughing at the fact that if he wasn’t holding your entire body with his mouth, you’d have toppled over by now.

“see the score baby? it’s 3-1, you helped me score that goal jus’ as much as hiori did. pussy’s the real mvp here—she’s my good luck charm.”

a small shaky huff escapes from your lips from the playfulness he’s exuding to you, little tremors racking your body as your boyfriend finally eases you off of his mouth, a thin string of your slick connecting your sensitive cunt to his tongue like a string of fate. see? even your pussy was missing him.

he can’t help but offer you a lopsided smile, licking off the remnants of your cream from his lips with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen from him, not once breaking eye contact with your glassy ones.

fuuck now it’s his turn now.

“nngh… wan’ it yoichi. wan’ you inside really badly…!”

“yeah? wan’ my cock sweet thing? wan’ me to fuck you dumb ‘n make your pretty little head think of my cock?”

he’s condescending, the way his low, saccharine voice mocks your babyish babbles, hazy doe eyes staring up at him with such want that he can’t help but indulge in your request. but he’s not gonna give it to you so easily. you’ve been spoiled rotten so it’s high time you go and do some work for a change.

that’s what good girls do.

so with a swift tug he frees his cock from the confines of his shorts, holding his heavy cock in his hand as he uses his thumb to spread the pre-cum oozing from the flushed tip and tightens his fist around the base and pumps himself a few times. he looks at you with a narrowed gaze, piercing baby blues look into your teary eyes as his lips curl up into a grin, sitting up on his knees while you obediently position yourself onto all fours, moving your head to his groin and nuzzle his cock, no words or commands needed.

“look at you—so eager for your boyfriend’s dick. you ready to make a mess all over me? bet having my cock in your mouth is gonna taste better than any of those fucking cherry lollipops you always suck on.”

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catnteawrites · 10 months

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Braiding Daryl’s hair

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: none Word count: 0.6k . A/N: Sooo, this one took me was longer than I wanted it to because I was kind of busy and probably will be in the following week. Still, enjoy the fluffff <3

After finally getting comfortable around you, Daryl felt like the luckiest guy alive. He had someone to come back to after hunts; he had someone to share a house with in Alexandria; he had someone who loved him.

And in this moment, it was chewing on his ass.

You were babysitting little Judith while Rick had to handle something when Daryl came back from working on his bike in the garage. It had been a pretty relaxed day so far, and you were doing the little girl's hair while he ate and talked with the both of you.

The next thing he knows, he's seated on the couch in your living room, with you sitting on your knees and the little girl next to you handing you colourful ribbons and bows while instructing you where to use them on his head.

"I look ridiculous," he grumbled, looking at the small mirror the child handed him. You smirked, running your hands through his hair and twisting it into braids.

"Really? Jude, do you think he looks ridiculous?" You asked the tiny human being

"No! Do you really not like it?" She asked the archer with a disappointed pout, knowing exactly how to play him like a fiddle.

"S fine.." He said not wanting to hurt the child's feelings while you chuckled behind him and secretly winked at her. You loved how he, the man everyone in Alexandria was scared and sceptical of at first, was being so soft and caring towards children.

Daryl was finally relaxing, focusing on the comforting movements of your fingers in his hair instead of the unicorn-shit-looking situation on top of his head. His girls were happy, and he was happy.

Until…

"Hey Y/N, I came to pick up Ju-" In that moment, when Rick walked into the room, gasping at his best friend before he burst out laughing, Daryl would rather have been walker bait. He felt heat engulf him from head to toe, and he scowled.

"Got somethin to say?" He challenged him, glaring at his friend.

"The colour makes your eyes pop," Rick said as he ducked to evade the flying pillow.

…

"Thanks again for watching her, Y/N."

"Any time!" You hugged the girl goodbye. "Good night, guys!"

"Good night, auntie Y/N, uncle Daryl!" You closed the door and turned to a pissed Daryl.

"Now I definitely didn’t need tha today," he scoffed while wrestling with a bow. You returned to the sofa and sat beside him, placing your chin on his right shoulder and your right hand on his upper arm.

"And yet you sat there all because a little girl asked you too. Is it possible that Daryl Dixon is just a huge softie?" You teased him before he turned around, grabbed you by the waist, and brought you in front of him.

"Ya better stop calling me soft woman." He put his forehead against yours, glancing at your lips, then looking back at your eyes with a tiny smirk forming.

"You trying to threaten me with all those bows and ribbons in your hair is the equivalent of an angry kitten, Dixon. A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E." You said it in a quiet tone, bringing your lips closer to his.

"Don’t test me, sunshine." He finally pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. He wasn’t a fan of getting his hair braided, but hell, he definitely wasn’t going to miss out on moments like these because of it. "Now take this crap out before I have to start killin witnesses."

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lousypotatoes · 13 days

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So Dark Up Above

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

90 years ago...

It was now mid-June. Alastor had visited the flower shop every day since Mother's Day, buying different kinds of flowers each day.

Y/N was sweeping the floor when she heard the tiny bell ringing, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"I'll be with you in a second," she said, continuing to sweep, not looking up from the floor.

"Oh, take all the time you need, dear," said a voice. "I can wait."

At the sound of Alastor's voice, Y/N jumped and dropped the broom. This made Alastor laugh.

"Alastor!" she said sternly, picking up the broom. "Don't be scarin' me like that!"

"My apologies, Y/N" he said, still laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright."

"Oh, is that why you didn't say anything when you came in?" she said, a doubtful look on her face.

Alastor didn't answer, instead looking at the different arrays of flowers. "Say, when did you get these Geraniums?"

"Oh," she said, putting money in the cash register. "I got them yesterday soon after you left."

"They're quite the lookers, aren't they?" he said softly.

"Oh, they are," she said, smiling. "Did you know that they hail from South America? They also come in a range of hues from white to lavender and-"

Listening to her rant about Geraniums of all things made something in Alastor's heart stir. Looking over at her, he found it adorable the way her eyes lit up and the way she talked with her hands. Alastor found himself staring and immediately blush started to creep up in his neck. He cleared his throat.

"Apologies for my rantin'," she said sheepishly. "I find the history of flowers rather captivatin', it's real easy for me to get carried away talkin' about them."

"There's no need to apologize, darling," Alastor chuckled. "In fact, I find it rather endearing."

"Oh, your words carry weight, Al," she said, picking up a vase of Geraniums to hide her blush.

"I'm glad you think so,"

It was silent for a few seconds.

"You plannin' on buyin' some flowers," Y/N said playfully said. "Or are you just gonne keep on smooth talkin' me?"

"Oh, right,"

"What do you even do with all the flowers you buy, hm?" she asked, as he picked out a bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "That'll be two buck per stem, if you please."

"Sometimes, I present them to my mother," he said, handing Y/N the money. "Other times I adorn my studio with their beauty."

"I'm pleased you're makin' good use outta them," she said. "Y'know, you don't need to pop in here every day."

"I'm aware," he began. "But I enjoy our daily conversations, my dear."

Alastor saying that made butterflies appear in Y/N's stomach. "I do as well, Al," she said.

"I'm mighty curious, darling," he said, propping his elbow up on the counter. "What is your favorite flower?"

"Daisies," she answered immediately. "I know it's boring, but there's somethin' about them that I absolutely love .Why you askin'?"

"Just curious, dear,"

Alastor looked at his watch. "Good heavens, I need to rush if I'm to make it for my 2 o'clock broadcast," he said heading out the door with the bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "Will you be phoning into the station tonight?"

"Don't I always?" she smiled, sad see to Alastor leave. "Have a splendid remainder of your day, Alastor."

"You as well, Y/N," he smiled back.

And with that the little bell above the door rang, signaling that he left.

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Later that night...

"You only have yourself to blame, sweetheart," Y/N said, out of breath. "Had you not strayed from your vows, your husband wouldn't of hired me to kill you."

"Please," the woman sobbed, backed against the back alley wall. "Please don't do this! Just tell him-"

"I'm not tellin' him nothin'," she said, grabbing the woman's throat. "Why do you think I'm in this line of work? I like killin' people. The only reason I'm not doin' this for free is 'cause I also like the money."

"Please," the woman choked out. "Don't do this, I'll do anything."

"Broads like you really piss me off," she said, squeezing the woman's throat tighter. "What's the point of tyin' the knot if you're gonna sleep around with every Tom and Harry you lay your eyes on?"

The woman started thrashing and trying to pull Y/N's fingers off her throat, but she couldn't get out of Y/N's grip.

"Make sure you tell Satan I said hi, sweetheart." she grinned, placing her other hand on the woman's throat.

Suddenly, the woman lifted up her hand and scratched Y/N's cheek, drawing blood with her manicured nails.

Y/N yelped in pain, letting go of the woman with one of her hands. With Y/N distracted, the woman started thrashing a lot more.

BANG!

Y/N pulled out her gun from under her dress and shot the woman three times in the head.

The woman fell to the ground, blood oozing out of three different places on her face.

Y/N put the gun back under her dress, glaring daggers at the dead woman. She touched the scratch on her face and hissed in pain.

It stung, and it stung a lot.

After she put the body in a dumpster, she walked home as fast as she could, not wanting to draw attention to her cheek.

As soon as she got home, she rushed to the bathroom, putting rubbing alcohol on the scratch to clean it out, and finally putting a bandage it on it.

She sat on her couch, trying to relax. Honey tried to jump up on her lap, failing each time, making Y/N giggle.

After a few moments, she got up turned on the radio and walked over to the phone, dialing the radio station's number.

"You've reached Alastor Altruist!" said a voice that made Y/N smile giddily. "To whom do I have the pleasure speaking to on this lovely night?"

"You're gonna be gettin' tired of my voice, here soon, Al," she giggled.

"Ah, I had a feeling it was you calling," he laughed. "What tune do you fancy, dear?"

"It's been a spell since you've played Singin' In The Rain," she said. "I reckon I wanna listen to that."

"I was hoping you would request that tune," he said. "You'll be hearing it in a jiffy."

"I'm lookin' forward to it,"

"Have a lovely rest of your night, Y/N," he said into the phone. "You keep yourself outta trouble now."

"Trouble usually finds me," she giggled.

With that she hung up, sighing happily.

It had been a real long time since Y/N felt in love. She wanted to cherish every single moment of it and never let it go.

Just as she was about to get ready for bed, the phone rang again.

"This is Y/N, to whom am I speakin' to?" she said, picking up the phone.

"I could never get tired of your voice, dear," Alastor's voice came from the phone, making Y/N jump for the second time that day.

"Alastor!" she cried out. "I told you to stop scarin' me!"

"I apologize, Y/N," he said, laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright.

"Yes you did, don't lie to me,"

"Alright, perhaps I did,"

"How'd you get my number?" she asked curiously.

"A friend of mine prints out the phone books," he said. "I was calling to see if you might wanna grab a drink with me tomorrow evening?"

Y/N had a loss for words. Since the two of them had met, she had imagined going out for drinks with him.

"Uh- yeah, of course," she stuttered. "What time?"

"I could pick you up at 8 o'clock, if that's alright with you?"

"Oh no, that's perfect,"

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Could you give me your address?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Write this down. It's 2734 Burgundy Street."

"Oh, that's not too far from me," he said "I look forward to see you tomorrow, Y/N." he said softly.

"Yeah, me too."

"Sleep well, my dear.

"You too, Alastor

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ughhh i absouletly love writing for characters in love, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

i am so down bad for this man

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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lesseraive · 4 months

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killin' me good by jihyo for @jihyozone ❤️🎄 inspo

hihi~~ i'm dana your dailytwice secret santa!!! hope you are having a great holiday <3 i hope you enjoy this gifset of the killin' me good mv!!!! god jihyo finally made her solo debut this year and she did not disappoint 😤‼️ again i hope you have a lovely holiday and here's to a new awesome year !!!! <333

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO ; — shinichiro loved hearing from his grandpa, sometimes his timing wasn’t the best though.

warnings: f!reader, stepcest, handjobs, shin takes a call. note: i went insane writing this :< he’s so soggy <3

it was so fucked up, the way shinichiro’s sinking into the couch in his living room — watching a movie with his pretty little step sisters at his side under the blanket. a good older brother, the best actually and maybe if anyone were to see you both from a distance they’d think the same thing, ignorant to the fact he’s breathing deep and so fucking hard as your hand pumps his cock underneath the comforter.

most of your movie nights ended up like this, maybe it was the fact your older brother was always glued by your side — too used to not getting a silver of attention from women but you were different. you’d never turn him down like the other ones do, you were too good and he thought you were so much prettier anyway, like the world just placed you right there in his lap all for the taking.

“shit, angel. fuck—thought ya liked this movie? ya ain’t g’nna watch it?” shinichiro’s voice is hazy, trailing off into something needier when your hand squeezes around his shaft and his hips twitch to follow your movements as he sends you a lidded, heavy look.

“but shin! i wanna cuddle with you instead.” he is so fucked— he thinks when you push yourself closer followed by another rough stroke of your palm along the length of him, your tits press closer into his chest and you feel your older brother throb when he lets his eyes focus on the way they pool at the neckline of your shirt.

“yeah? well y’know i can’t say no t’ ya, baby.” it’s soft as he pants against your cheek, smearing a wet kiss along your skin before you’re twisting to meet him for a real one. shinichiro knows it’s wrong, the way he’s so eager to press his tongue against his little sisters, gasping as his hips grind into the tight ring your fist as made around his cock as he licks into your mouth, greedy for even more of you.

but just as he gets into it, groaning as he lets himself suck on your tongue — his free hand that was resting over the back of the couch dropping over your shoulders so he can curl you into him, his phone rings and he groans when you pull away to breathe.

he’d normally ignore it, but he feels the way your movement on his cock slows when the contact id shows it’s your grandpa — he never missed his calls, too scared incase it was some sort of emergency so he looks at you before you’re giving him a look that urges him to pick up.

“just gimme a sec, princess.” shinichiro drawls as he runs his hand through the messy mop of dark hair framing his features, fingers fumbling with his phone as he expects you to stop—and you do, for a moment, until he’s pressing the accept call button and suddenly your hands are back on him and he almost chokes.

“hey g-gramps, shit.” he stutters before he curses under his breath and shoots you a wide eyed look—his free hand is wrapping lightly around your wrist but another sweet little squeeze around the head of his cock and he swear his limbs feel too fuzzy to even try to stop you.

“cut it out, c’mon, baby. y’re killin’ me here.” your older brother gasps quickly as the phone falls slightly away from his ear, his gaze on you despite the way every twist of your wrist makes his eyes want to roll back. another languid pull of your fist around his cock and shinichiro moans before he’s covering it up with a cough, head falling against the back of the couch before he’s desperately trying to listen to what his grandpa is saying right now.

“she’s here, jus’ uh—hangin’ out.” you think it’s charming, the way he’s biting on his lower lip to hide just how good his little sisters touch feels on him right now — flushed to his chest because he knows it’s wrong but he fuck— does he love it.

“yeah, fuck—doin’ good gramps.” another moan slips from between his lips and you can tell your grandpa knows somethings up. shinichiro is normally more talkative than this and you can tell he’s not ignorant to that when his next words have your older brother stuttering, cock twitching in your hold like he’s just been caught out.

“ah—‘ts nothin’, must’ve pulled somethin’ at the shop ‘s all. just gotta s-stretch it out.” you let yourself lean in closer as you trail your lips along the oversized neckline of your brothers shirt, tongue laving over the silver necklace that trails along his collarbones as his hips twitch up into the next stroke of your hand.

it was fun to tease shinichiro like this despite the fact he was the older one, knowing just how sensitive your brother was to your touch as he lets his head roll to the side — exposing more sensitive skin for you to suckle and nibble on as you vaguely hear your grandpa grumble about how he should get you to help him stretch out more after a long day at the shop. but this only spurs you on as you feel his free hand cup around the back of your head as he presses you deeper into his neck with a breathless, fucked out chuckle.

“yeah—heh, i’ll ask ‘er. sure she’ll be happy to help ‘er older brother, y’know?”

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pxuvalentinx · 1 month

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Atta girl ✧ High Noon Yone x fem!reader tw: degradation, creampie, abuse (i think??), spanking, forced breeding, dub con (if theres anything else let me know<3) an: i wrote this a while ago when hn yone got first leaked, so if any new lore dropped - i wouldn't know. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . You swore to yourself that you’d kill every single one of those damn devils — without a single exception. You promised to avenge all the poor souls that got killed by those who made a pact with a devil. Not only that, but you’d give your life to free the west from its curse. It was the least you could do after failing so miserably to save others. So why were you bent over the saloon counter while a man rutted into you? Why were you moaning and whining his name? The name of a man who had made a pact with a devil. Bounty hunter Yone. Such an ironic title when you consider that there’s a high bounty on him as well. He hated devils, too — more than anything. His hatred took him so far that he became one of them. And god, you were thankful for it. Your thoughts were clearly getting manipulated by your tight cunt that was squeezing around his girth so deliciously that it made him growl into your ear. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet — the saloon might’ve been empty, but he wanted everyone to hear that walked by, how he was fucking this once so proud and snobbery woman into his little bitch. How she slowly became his dumb slut. Yone’s hands were on your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, pressing his pelvis against your ass while he leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. One hand wandered up your throat, grabbing your chin with it and pulling your head back. His lips were barely two inches away from yours — “Aren’t ya just so pathetic?” He purred. “Just half an hour ago ya were soooo confident about killin’ me, tellin’ me how much ya hated ‘my kind’, how selfish I am, and now… You’re soakin’ and suckin’ in my cock like it’s ya’s life purpose.” The low growl in his voice was making your walls flutter around his dick. You hated to admit how good this felt. His hands were cold, freezing even. They sent shivers down your spine with every touch. He had this frightening and overwhelming aura that seemed to become more distinct with every thrust. His hand let go of your face after he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, proud of his work. From the corner of your eye, you could see his cocky grin.

squeeze

“Oh, fuck…!” He cursed. “Makes you this horny? Nasty bitch. Gon’ teach ya a lesson… Make…Ah~ ya regret facin’ me.” Your walls kept pulsating around his cock, massaging all of it like your cunt was made for him. It was driving him crazy, low grunts escaping his throat.

He spread your ass cheeks with his two broad hands - one gloved. Groans of satisfaction as he looked at the sight. Letting go of one and giving it a hard smack right after, leaving a stinging pain which made you whine out. Music to his ears. Another smack.

And another.

“That ass already looked good in those tight ass jeans ya were wearin’ - but I didn’t expect it to look this good without ‘em” He could feel himself getting harder at the sight, growing even bigger inside of you. “Gon’ make you ride me next time. Want to see that pretty ass bounce on my fat cock. Better show me how much of a cowgirl ya truly are.”

You turned your face to him, where he was already looking at you with the same cocky smile he had before. The pale skin in combination with his flaming orange eyes made your heart skip a beat. You never thought you’d think of a devil as handsome. Tears were streaming down your face as he continued to abuse your cunt to the best of his abilities.

Yasuo warned you of him — No, everyone warned you of him, but you didn’t want to listen. You were so confident in being able to defeat him, in being able to get one step closer to peace in the west. And here you were, squirming underneath him, sobbing because his cock just hits all the right spots too damn good, begging him to fuck you harder, to abuse your cunt just a little more because in reality you were a pathetic masochist, who loved that he treated you like a piece of fuck meat. You were begging him to fill you up with his hot seed, to make a mess out of you and your cunt - to mark it as his.

You didn’t care about the peace of the west anymore. All you could think about was Yone’s cock buried deep inside your pussy while his hands were kneading your ass in such a nice but rough manner. You wanted to cum all over his dick again and again and again.

“Oh shit, darlin’ - gonna cum. Gon’ fill your tiny little pussy with my seed, ya want that? Fuck~ Tell me how badly ya want it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly ya want to get bred by me.” Yone commanded, the same low husky tone as before.

Oh, how much this man turned you on, with his stupid low voice and his stupid grunts. “Yo- Ah~ Fuck… Please…fill me up…”

“Atta girl!”

His sloppy thrusts eventually ended up in him burying himself deep inside you, filling you up with all he has. The twitching feeling of his cock and the noises he made really hit you hard, making you squirt around him, ruining his chaps. Soft whines and pants leaving your lips. Yone threw his head back at the feeling, his hat almost falling off his head. A split second before he pulled his cock out, looking at his cum oozing out of your cunt. Yours and his fluids were mixing together on the floor. He slurred out some quiet words, while spreading your pussy to really take in the view. "Think ya can take another round?"

#yone x reader #high noon yone #high noon yone x reader #league of legends #league of legends smut #again english is not my first language #x reader #high noon league of legends #high noon skinline #smut #i need therapy

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zeltqz · 2 years

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HANG UP, PUSSSSSSSSY

ran x fem!reader. ft kakuchou, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo

summary: you and ran mess about while he’s on a call

18+ MINORS DNI

tags: pussy-eating, slight name calling from sanzu (he calls you a bitch), but it’s ok cuz ran and kakucho defend you <3, creampie, couch sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, slight overstimulation, sanzu is desperate haha

notes: i missed writing ran so. i wrote this in like less than an hour, so it FUCKIGN sucks but I hope u enjoy it anyway

word count: 2.1K

“Ran.”

“Bro, can you fuckin’ jump?! I swear to God, you—”

“Ran.”

You clench your jaw, tongue scraping against your bottom teeth as you watch Ran practically ignore you on the couch. That goddamn headset his brother bought him for his birthday a couple months ago.

Ever since then, game night for ‘ da boyz ’ been active every week on Friday. And I mean, every Friday. They don’t miss it, on that stupid game call for almost the whole day.

The only way his attention is back on you, is when your hands slide up your t-shirt, tugging the flimsy fabric up and over your head. “Babe, could you help me take this off?”

Ran lazily lolls his head to the side, choking on nothing but air when he sees you, struggling to remove your top. The way your bra pushes your boobs out, that is shiny and wet from sweat.

“Bae— what the fuck?”

He chuckles, licking his lips and puts his controller down for a moment to help you tug your shirt over your head. The moment you’re free from the constraints of your shirt, you lean forward, pressing a hot, wet, messy kiss on his lips. Ran slides his fingers beneath your thighs, lifting you up from the couch, sitting nice and pretty on his lap.

“Ran— are you done yet?” You complain, biting his bottom lip.

He pulls away, giving your cheek a small peck. “Nah. Just a few more hours baby.”

“But—” You bite back the whine building in your throat as you run your nails along his chest. Putting on your best pout and puppy eyes, you grind down on his cock, slowly getting visible throughout his sweats. Leaning forward, you whisper into his ear, away from the headset so his friends can’t hear. “I want you. Please.”

You press your lips against the shell of his ear, biting down on the skin seductively whilst sliding your fingers under his shirt, tracing his abs.

“Fuck— you’re killin’ me. Y’know that?” He watches your fingers move around under his shirt.

“I know.”

Ran swallows thickly, fingers trembling slightly atop the buttons of his controller when you reach his sweatpants strings. “Get off the game.” You say a bit louder, to make sure his friends are aware of your presence.

“Ran, you fuckin’ simp. Stay on the fuckin’ game.”

The voice spoken was soft, yet had a biting tone to it when he cussed. Haruchiyo. Ran smiles when you turn around on his lap, back to his chest. Ran wraps his arms around your midriff, resting the controller between your legs.

“Relax, she’s just watchin’.” Ran turns his head, resting his lips against your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Ain’t that right?”

You grumble and frown, moving your head away from Ran’s soft lips and crossing your arms. “Yeah. Whatever.”

The next five minutes are spent with Ran laughing about how Haruchiyo could barely even make a shot. Rindou calls him a fucking loser and the rest of them spit a whole bunch of insults at each other. Everytime Ran calls Sanzu a dumb bitch, it does something to you, rubbing your thighs together.

It’s not long till Ran notices, temporarily taking a break from the game. The boys don’t notice yet, too busy laughing to realise Ran’s sudden immobileness in game. “What’s got you so hot, hm?” The sudden voice in your ear has you shivering and shifting on his lap.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah? Don’t lie to me.”

Your silence screams volumes. “I’m not lying.”

“Was it something I said?” His fingers slide between your thighs, slipping between your shorts and coming into straight contact with your cunt. “No panties?”

“It was hot.” You swallow, holding your breath when he slips his finger in easily. He made sure to insert his middle finger, the longest one inside without warning, relishing the way you bite your lip to conceal your moan.

“I can see that.” His tongue licks a stripe on your neck. The taste is slightly salty from your sweat. Dropping the controller, he unbuttons your bra, watching the way it slips and falls off your chest. “D’ya like it when I call you names?”

“W-what names?”

“You still wanna play games n’ act dumb?” His finger slips out quickly, efficiently and he doesn’t hesitate to flip you over on his lap. Now facing him, you brace your hands on his shoulders. He slides his headset off his head and onto his neck, letting it hang there. His tongue slips into your mouth and you tilt your head to fit him better, fingers creeping up his neck to cup his cheeks.

Your back arches into his touch as his hands trace a long line down your spine, cupping your ass and squeezing it slightly. “Can I–?”

“Go `head, baby.” He watches as your hands disappear into his pants, pulling his cock out, and watches you slip inside him easily.

“Fuc—” His hand covers your mouth, muting your loud moan as he bottoms out inside you.

“Shhh, don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Your eyes drop down to his headset, resting on his neck. The voices are still there, mindlessly talking about whatever the heck going on on the screen. His grip on your ass tightens, digging his short nail cresents into your skin. “Answer me.”

“No, I don’t want them to hear.”

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “Then stay silent, and fuck yourself dumb on me like a whore.”

The headset is back on his ears in no time, already engaging back in sweet conversation with his friends. You slowly lift yourself up and down, lip quivering everytime his thick cock stretches your hole out even more. It feels so fucking good, but it’s nearly impossible for you to reach orgasm without moaning.

Staying quiet was never your forte during sex, Ran was skilled enough to make you scream until your voice box bled, until the screws on the bed had to get tightened to become more secure to handle his powerful thrusts, until your voice was as hoarse and dry as when you deepthroated his length.

Your hand covers your mouth as you bounce on his cock, eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head. Ran is quick to slap it away from you, giving you a look, one that’s all too familiar for you. Telling you to stop fucking around basically.

Of course Ran was never going to make this easy for you. Your first plan failed, so you moved onto Plan B, to try fuck yourself without having his friends hear. Your plan was cut short when Ran purposefully bucked his hips up, a loud yelp escaping your lips as you held onto the back of the couch for support.

“The fuck was that?” Rindou grumbles into the mic.

“Sounded very feminine-like.” Haruchiyo added his two cents, “Is your bitch okay, Ran?”

Ran rolls his eyes. “My ‘bitch’ has a name Scar-Face.”

“I’ll carve scars into you and your bitches face if you don’t shut the fuck u–”

“Shut up Sanzu.” Kakuchou and Rindou bite simultaneously, coming to you and your boyfriends defence. “Show some respect.”

Ran leans forward, ignoring his friends bickering to whisper into your ear. “If you don’t start movin’ —”

You slowly sit up before he can even finish his sentence, dropping yourself back down. Reaching over, you grab your shirt next to the cushion by Ran’s thigh, stuffing some of it in your mouth to suppress your moans. The longer you continue bouncing, Ran’s hips start to buck up into you, digging himself deeper inside your walls.

“Shit, just li— like that.” Ran throws his head back, dropping his controller to grip your hips, controlling your movement the way he wants. Pulling you forward and back on his cock, then up and down, then back to forwards and back. He drops one hand to pull the t-shirt out of your mouth, pulling you downwards for a kiss. Biting and sucking on your lower lip, you slip your tongue inside his mouth, clenching everytime he sucks your tongue, tangling it with his own.

“That’s it—” Ran moans, mouth presssed alongside yours as you continue bouncing on his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. The two of you are so into it, you don’t realise a comment coming from the call : “Jesus, don’t break the fuckin’ couch.”

You attempt to wriggle your fingers between your bodies, landing on your clit; rubbing hard and desperate circles along the nub, trying to reach your peak. “S’ fuckin’ tight around me— keep playing’ with yourself baby.”

“Ran.” You would feel embarrassed moaning like some whore if you had remembered you had company over the phone, but your mind was too scrambled to even think about that. Heat simmering inside your belly the longer you bounce on your boyfriend's cock.

“You close?”

“`M g— gonna cum Ran— fuck—”

“C’mon, let it out baby. Squeeze my cock— jus’ like that.” His mouth goes slack as your back arches, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you moan into the space of his neck. Ran lifts you high enough, just that the tip was left, before fucking back into you, emptying his balls deep inside your walls.

“Good girl, holy shit— holy fuckin shit.” He waits for you to calm down from your orgasm. “You can give me another, right?”

“No, I can’t,” You pull your face out from his neck, “really Ran, I— I can’t.” You stop his hands from trailing down your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves. Ran clicks his tongue, tossing his headphones off his head, onto the end of the couch as he sets you down to lay down.

You let himself settle between your legs, spreading you out bare in front of him. His eyes travel from your soaking cunt, to your soft thighs. His fingers dig into the flesh, tongue darting out to lick up the length of your pussy. He lets out a pleased hum when your hips lift up and off the couch, leaning into his touch.

“God—” You wiggle your fingers between the cushions, pulling out his phone to record how sexy he looks between your legs, kissing and lapping up your slick from your folds. “B-baby, look up.” You strain out, focusing the camera on his face, capturing the moment you see his pupils expand from the initial reaction of finding out he’s being recorded. He winks up at the camera before deciding to show off a little.

He hums and tickles his tongue along the edge of your hole. Just as soon as he’s about to make you a mess, his screen lights up with a phone call. The dim screen revealing Sanzu is calling…

“Babe.”

Ran ignores you, closing his eyes, losing himself in between your legs. You sigh in relief when the call ends. Only for Sanzu to start calling again. You keep tugging on his hair to grab his attention, but he seems to have no intention whatsoever of stopping. One last hard tug, smiling at the way he finally looks up at you, eyebrows creased as he glares at you.

“What?”

You turn the phone around, reminding him of the situation before he grumbles, tugging you closer by the grip on your thighs before picking up the phone. “The fuck do you want? I’m busy?”

“I WAS RIGHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sanzu’s loud voice startles the two of you. Ran doesn’t have the time or energy to waste conversing with him, so he drops the phone onto your stomach and continues his job.

“Ran!”

“Hey princess.” Haruchiyo’s voice is soft in your ear, despite all the other times he’s called you a bitch.

“Hi.”

Ran looks up at you. “Say his name.”

“Hi Haruch—” Your voice trails off into a moan when Ran purposefully sinks his tongue deep inside your cunt, licking around the inside in a way that makes you want to snap your legs shut. Only thing preventing it are the iron grip Ran has on your thighs, forcing them open for him.

“Fuck, say my name again.” You can hear wet sounds and heavy panting coming from the phone as Sanzu jerks himself off to your voice.

“You’re fucking disgusting.” Rindou comments, voice visible through Sanzu’s computer that’s playing on speaker.

“Ey, Ran. You should fuck her again, lemme hear her.”

Ran presses a single kiss to your thigh before sitting up to grab the phone from you, suddenly irritated by Sanzu’s eagerness. “Shut up, this ain’t a free show.”

“Then hang up pussy.”

Ran doesn’t even hesitate pressing that button, relishing the loud ‘WAIT WAIT I WAS JUST JOKING!’ coming from his headset, before the call disconnects.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #zeltqz #kakucho x reader

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HOW TO KILL A CHARACTER

(A Writing Spew)

I'm trying to archive some of my old Twitter writing spews on Tumblr. You know, because of things. So here's a rather big one. HOW TO KILL A CHARACTER.

/BeginSpew

Okay, you’re a writer. You’ve got a mess of characters. You want to move your audience. So, it’s time to take out the old writer’s ax and chop chop chop! But how do you do it with maximum impact without your audience turning against you forever?

Pull up a chair and Uncle Robert will explain it to you!

(Warning, there may be spoilers ahead for stuff that if you haven't seen it by now it's your own damn fault.)

Luckily, there are a lot of reliable tricks to kill that character. Any of them can work for both #TVWriting and #Novels. Some of them can backfire. Here are some proven approaches…

Death #1: The Intro Death!

Want to set the stakes for your world? Introduce a character or characters and fool the audience into thinking they will be a big part of the story. Then… CHOP! OMG THEY’RE DEAD! SHIT JUST GOT REAL! AKA the Hello-Die.

The Hello-Die pretty much always works because the audience hasn’t had time to really get invested, but they’re invested enough to feel the sudden shock.

Examples: Psycho. Buffy (S1E1). GOT Teaser. #DS9 pilot. Hill Street Blues (averted).

The Hello-Die is often used by shows to shake up your expectations in what has usually been a fairly safe genre. And yes, I did this in #Andromeda. You think this is a nice safe Fantasy/SpaceOpera/CopShow/FamilyDrama? NOPE! Hello-Die! Watch out for exploding Helmsbugs.

Death #2: The Mentor Death

Your character learns cool stuff from the smart old person. Then the smart old person dies! OMG! “But I had so much more to learn!” “True, but don’t you see? This was the real lesson.” AKA The Obi-wan.

The Mentor Death is pretty safe too. We all know the old people we learn from are going to kick it soon, right? But that’s okay, because WE GOT THIS! Circle of Life, ya’ll!

Examples: Star Wars. Star Wars again. Star Wars that other time too. Harry Potter.

Death #3: The Hero’s First Kill.

Your hero lives in a violent world, but they’re a good person. They don’t want to be a killer. Alas, the world needs them to kill. And you want to portray how that impacts your hero. And so that minor villain must die!

The HFK can be tricky. For best results, the victim should need killin’. Because you want the audience to still like your hero. Plus it’s your hero’s first kill, so you need to overcome their reluctance. Or maybe it’s an accident? (OR IS IT?)

Either way, now your hero is transformed and all it took was offing a minor character. WARNING: Often involves hero puke!

An excellent example of the HFK is the Stable Boy in GoT. Arya asked him to let her go. He wouldn’t. She insisted. He said the Queen would pay her handsomely for her. She lashes out with Needle and… OOOPS! Or was it an oops? Well now he’s dead & Arya’s on her way.

Death #4: The Villain’s First Kill

The opposite of the HFK. The villain is bad, but he hasn’t killed… yet. Then he takes his first victim (usually someone either plucky or gross) and he just can’t help himself! Afterward, unlike the hero, the villain feels good.

He’s got a taste for this now. It’s going to happen again. Cue dramatic (or ironic) music!

The VFK can also sometimes be the Intro Death. Maybe it’s not the villain’s 1st kill, but it’s the first we see. Either way, the VFK is relatively safe, though there's a risk that if the victim is too likable, the audience won’t just hate the villain, they’ll hate the author.

Which is why the VFK is often someone gross or “disposable” or even theoretically somewhat deserving. In American Psycho, the first kill is a homeless man, the second is a Wall Street asshole.

Another VFK example: In the Bone Collector, the first death is a man no one cares about, and he dies off-screen, but the next is a plucky woman who dies horribly onscreen. The story eases you into it.

Still, the VFK is fairly safe. It needs to be just bad enough to shock, but no so awful that you completely lose the audience. You can get awful later once you've built up good will.

Now come some of the tougher deaths to pull off, starting with...

Death #5: The Season One/Book One Death

An important character dies relatively early in your tale. This is usually done because you want to drive home the stakes even more. Also the death launches/twists the story. AKA The Boromir AKA The Ned AKA The Sean Bean.

The Sean Bean is tricky because you’ve spent a fair amount of time getting the audience invested. You may have even tricked them into thinking the Sean Bean is a major hero. The more invested they are in TSB, the higher the risk you might lose your audience.

To minimize audience hate, make sure they understand it’s kind of Sean Bean’s fault. Or a noble sacrifice. Or if the character is minor enough (Hi Tasha Yar) it's a way to show the random awfulness of the universe. The important part is your real heroes will learn from this.

There will be crying and anger and thirst for revenge (or Data will struggle to understand death and we’ll all love him for it.)

The Purpose of the Ceremony - YouTube

Now part of why the Sean Bean works is its earliness. The later in a story a character is killed, the more their death needs to have meaning. You can kill Tasha randomly in Season One but you would never do that in Season Six.

In Season Six, if a regular dies, it better not be random or the audience will feel angry and… Oh. Yeah. Her. I wasn’t on staff then. IT’S NOT MY FAULT!

Anyway, the later you get, the more meaning a death needs to have, ideally.

Now we’re getting into the Big Earned Deaths. So let’s talk about them.

Death #6: The Big Bad Death

This is pretty easy, honestly. The easiest. The audience has been waiting for this bastard to die for years! They will cheer. Even if you’ve run this asshole through the Face/Heel Revolving Door a few times (Hi Gul Dukat), by now, they’re past redemption.

The Big Bad needs killing. KILLING THEM IS KINDA THE POINT. Go for it. Make it as horrific and painful as you’d like. Make them fall a LOOOOOOONG way before they hit something. Make them bounce a bit. The audience will love you for it.

Death #7: The Sacrificial Hero Death

Solid option. You might want to foreshadow the heck out of this. Maybe even near-death your hero a few times. But still, the audience usually gets this one. After all, messiahs die. It is known.

There will be tears, but we all know sometimes the only way to save the world is to die. If the good done by the hero’s death outweighs the sadness the audience feels, this can even be uplifting. Bittersweet chocolate is the best, right?

The SHD is a perfect way to kill a beloved character late in a novel or show. They died for our sins! If not for them, we’d be toast. Very satisfying when done correctly. I mean, there are entire religions based on this. Do it right and it packs an immortal punch.

Death #8: The Shakespearean Tragedy

Your hero isn’t really a hero. They might’ve started that way and/or had good intentions, but they’ve slippery-sloped themselves into full blown villainy… and they know it.

They’ve had their moment of tragic awareness. They realize theirs is a tale told by an idiot. Time to go out in the blaze of glory/late heel-face-turn sacrifice/by their own hand. My kingdom for a horse! Lay on Macduff! Good night sweet prince!

The classic ST is incredibly satisfying for the audience. They’ve enjoyed watching a good person descend into villainy, living vicariously through his/her badassery. They felt bad when the badassery turned to madness. SO MUCH METH!

Now the villain realizes how wrong it all was, and how flawed they are, they deliver a final moral lesson, then CHOP! And... cue Baby Blue, maybe some passing prince gives speech... then... curtain.

Death #9: The Final Wrong

Remember how bad that bad guy is? Gee, when’s the last time they were really, really bad? Time for them to shockingly kill a beloved character right before the final confrontation with the hero! I know you traveled a long way to help, but die Scatman Crothers!

Now there’s no going back. Now the villain can’t be redeemed. They must die. Cue the final chapter/episode/season/third act.

This one is risky as hell and maybe don't kill one of your few/only female POC protagonists this way but hey, you be you.

Death #10: The Sidekick Sacrifice.

Your hero can’t just win clean, right? That’s boring. There has to be a cost. And sometimes that cost is Robin’s life. Often this is a minor heroic sacrifice in its own right, but by someone other than the hero.

The sidekick takes the bullet, goes into the warp core, etc. Can be combined with the Final Wrong. Either way, "I have been... and always shall be... your friend." Cue tears.

Death #11: The War is Hell

A variation on the Sidekick Sacrifice. Beloved character dies randomly in a final great battle because War is Hell.

Sometimes the WiH is just A Bad Break. The bullet came from nowhere. WTF?!? Sometimes this happens in the Fog of War. No one saw it. The hero finds the body afterwards and feels the cost of victory. It’s high, man. So very high.

And yes, I used this one in #TheGoblinCrown. War is Hell even in YA fantasy novels.

Death #13: I Couldn’t Save Her

The riskiest variation on the late character death. The kid your hero has been protecting all along dies. The hero tries to save her/him but fails. Generally, only done in the Darkest Timelines. Or at the start of Alien 3. Fuck Alien 3.

The ICSH tells your audience this is not a hero’s story. This is a brutal examination of the inherent unfairness of life. Surprise!

WORDS OF CAUTION!

WARNING: Beloved Characrer Deaths often do not go over well. Use with caution.

The Final Wrong, the Sidekick Sacrifice, the War is Hell, and the I Couldn’t Save Her/Him are all somewhat risky. Sometimes you kill the very character that the audience most cares about. You know, like Glen. Or Lexa. OMG Lexa!? You can lose big chunks of your audience this way.

Still all four can be effective ways of turning on the feels late in a story. If you use them, make sure they either feel super well-earned or that they fit your theme so well that the audience will accept it.

But be careful. The biggest danger here is when the audience doesn’t realize you’re going to go this bleak and then you do and they feel betrayed. Can be a deal-breaker.

The more innocent the victim, the more horribly they die, and the more pointless the death, the bigger the risk you run of turning off your audience completely. And if it's an underrepresented character that a percentage of your audience deeply identifies with? Oh boy. Run.

Death #14: The Glorious Last Stand

This character was a prick all along, really. No one liked them. But when the chips were down, when our backs were against the wall, the they pulled the pin in their grenade and blew up a crapton of Aliens. Hurray!

The GLS can be supercool. The GLSer wasn’t the hero or the villain. Somewhere in the middle really. But we admire the way they went out. Their death redeemed them. If done right, audience will cheer for their bravery, finally loving them just as they die.

Death #15: The Everybody Dies

Rare. Tricky. Deeply powerful when done right. The time for characters like these is done. Their world is over. Their final great sacrifice, or noble last stand, or tragic Bolivian gunfight was inevitable. But oh how brightly they burned in the end.

Look at how badass they were. Look how bravely they faced death. And remember what it meant! Perhaps we would not be alive today if not for their transformative deaths. We will never forget them. Also their death may spur us all on to victory/change/redemption.

Or maybe the Western is just over. We're gonna miss you, Butch and Sundance! Cue montage!

Death #16 (but not really): Apotheosis

Your character dies technically, but really they become one with the Prophets, God of Light, Force. AKA The Sisko. You can only really pull this off in genre or stuff that pretends not to be genre but really is. Modern variation: Uploaded into the A.I.

Apotheosis can work extremely well if done right. Star Wars does it a lot and it works pretty much every time. You get the OOMF of killing a major character, but you reassure the audience that "They will always be with us."

If handled poorly, it can feel like a huge cheat, but when done well, can be a very satisfying way to kill off your awesome main character at the end of a long series without totally pissing off your audience. Like I said... The Sisko.

FINAL WORDS!

There are lots more ways to kill characters, of course. Including the bad ways to kill.

The It Was Supposed to be a Cliffhanger &Then We Got Cancelled and Now They’re All Dead I Guess.

The That Actor Was a Prick So We Offed His Character and Didn’t Care How We Did It.

The Oh, I Realized I Didn’t Need That Character So Gave Them a Perfunctory Death.

But I think I’ve covered the major and better ways to handle offing a character.

So yeah. Sometimes characters need killing. Just remember, you need to make their deaths satisfying in terms of plot, character, and/or theme or you risk losing your audience.

There are no small deaths. Every character is some off-screen mother’s child. Make it count. Make it matter. Make it worth the pages/screen time.

But think about your favorite movies/books/tv show. I bet they all had memorable deaths. I bet you cried. ADMIT IT, YOU CRIED! Look, I cried when Mike died in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. I CRY EVERY TIME I READ IT.

(Mike = War is Hell/Sidekick Sacrifice/Fog of War)

Character Death is one of the most powerful tools in a writer's arsenal. Like all powerful tools, it should be used sparingly, thoughtfully, and for maximum impact. Give them the deaths they deserve!

And with that, I officially pronounce this spew dead. But don't feel bad. This spew will always be with us.

/endspew.

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I just read some fic in ao3 where sev cheats and that just break my heart so I come here for help so I'm gonna reread your fics.

that type of fics just make me so sad omg

aweee i'm glad i can be a fluffy getaway from the angst haha. i got this ask right after this one:

hii I have fear of being cheated (again hshah) can maybe have sev who reassures me? please

so here's a little comforting sev fic <3

men and minors dni

you wake up with a gasp.

it felt... so real. the heartbreak. the betrayal. the crying.

two and a half seconds ago, you were on the beach with your wife celebrating your anniversary when you caught her kissing another woman. now, you're sitting in your bed, your wife asleep on top of you, snoring on her inhales and whistling through the gap in her teeth on her exhales.

that bitch.

you nudge her shoulder. she hums.

"'s happenin'?" she asks, sitting up with a grunt. you huff at her.

"you fuckin' cheated on me in my dream." you say, your voice getting shaky as the fresh memories flash through your mind. beside you sevika's eyes snap open.

"baby you know i'd never--"

"i know, but you did!" you cry, tears falling down your cheeks. sevika coos at you, wrapping her arms around you and flipping your bodies, so you're curled up in her arms, laying on top of her body. she gently trails her hand up and down your back, petting your head with her other hand.

"it was a dream, baby. you're the only woman i've ever wanted-- that i ever will want, like this. you're my wife, for fuck's sake, you remember how hard we had to fight and how fuckin' long it took for us to get here? i'd never fuck that up, baby. never." she whispers. you cry into her neck.

"the girl you kissed was all pretty and the wind was blowin' in her hair and i was all sandy and i probably looked like a wet rat and--"

"you're the sexiest wet rat i know." sevika cuts in. a laugh cuts through your sobs. "fuck that girl, whoever she was." she says. you huff. "i'm serious, babe." she says. "i'd take your crusty ass over anyone, any day, any time." she says. "no fuckin' competition."

"i'm still mad at you." you grunt. you're not, but you love the way she's holding you, the gentle kisses she's pressing against your head. she chuckles.

"no you're not." she says. you huff. "but i'll keep holdin' you." she says. you smile.

"'m glad it was a dream." you say against her. "it was gonna be a bitch having to dig a grave for you on the beach." you say. sevika chuckles.

"what, i don't get a funeral at sea?" she asks.

"not after cheating on me."

"you don't think you killin' me was enough?"

"fuck you! i can buy my wife however i want after she breaks my heart and i kill her!" you say with a giggle. sevika snorts above you.

"fine. but in real life i want--"

"yeah, yeah, i know. you and me, buried beside each other in a nice graveyard with some big trees."

"exactly." she says, pressing another kiss to your head. "i won't do anything to sabotage that dream, baby." she promises.

you nuzzle into her and close your eyes, falling asleep with a smile on your lips.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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