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#so to be met with so much love and affection after all those years must have been such a positive shock to him
galedekarios · 4 months
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gale, elminster & mystra: new infos from the epilogue and how they tie in with what we know from the base game
so i was mulling over bits and pieces of new information we got from the epilogue, connecting it to the stuff we already knew:
1. gale's story of how mystra came into his life in the full release
gale jumping from from "i'm what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the weave, but compose it" to "such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself" to then the teacher, muse and lover dynamic.
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and from early access:
Player: What did Mystra’s attention feel like? Gale: Love.  Player: He sounds like a very talented individual Gale: He was. Even though it was in Mystra’s affections that his true power lay. Player: Teacher’s pet, was he? Gale: He fancied himself much more than that. He fancied himself favoured above all others. Perhaps it was not quite love, but you see, the wizard was but a very young man. It was most certainly love to him. Mystra showed him the secrets behind the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. ‘Chosen One’ she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.
2. elminster's new letter from the epilogue
we knew before that elminster must have come into his life early-ish as well from this convo:
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"While most know Elminster the legend, few know him as you have. He plucked you from obscurity. Offered you his guidance. His faith."
we also know that gale got to attend blackstaff academy.
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now, with the new letters from the epilogue, we know that elminster met him at eight years old:
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elminster coming into his when gale was just "eight summers old", gale's talents being as they were from "an early age", mystra involving herself in his life.
perhaps those two events happening are connected: the chosen of mystra. plucking him from obscurity. taking him under his wing.
perhaps on the guidance of someone? someone very clever? someone who'd later use said mentor to also deliver a message that needed to be conveyed with the utmost severity of her bidding?
someone who'd involve herself in gale's life, too? someone who needs his ambitions to be laid to rest because of a future she glimpsed at?
3. raphael's new epilogue lines if gale fails his ascension:
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Raphael: I owe you a debt of gratitude. You were the spark of ambition that rekindled Gale's ambitions, after Mystra had so cleverly put them to rest.
i'm thinking thoughts not only about "cleverly", implying some sort of scheming here or manipulation.
a goddess involving her chosen, to oversee a child, so full of promise and ambition -
(a relationship forming between elminster and gale, which even by the point we see them interact in the game, speaks of the care and love they hold for each other) -
before she too involves herself: becomes his mentor, teacher, and he becomes her chosen.
making gale her chosen as a form of control, so he perhaps would not oppose her, like, for instance, even elminster is hardly capable of.
but not only did she make him her chosen, in the same breath, she made him her lover.
we know she very much is capable of using her chosen for her needs.
raphael is also very directly saying that gale's "ambition" reawakened after meeting the protag. so we are talking about mystra putting them to rest before gale met the protag, so the comment couldn't possibly be about his character arc during the game.
i already touched on this a bit earlier but:
4. we also know that mystra has foresight, being able to predict the future to some sort of degree:
History of the Chosen of Mystra: The reason why Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, invested a portion of her divine might into mortals is not known. One of the popular theories, and one that is gaining more support in light of the other goddess' during that period, is that Mystra foresaw the Time of Troubles (and her own passing at the hands of Helm) and chose to give some of her powers to mortals in order to ensure that her successor (the female mage, Midnight, as it turned out) would have a number of nearly immortal allies in the struggle against the schemes of the gods (the now dead Bane, Myrkul and Bhaal) who precipitated the Time of Troubles by stealing the Tablets of Fate.
(again, i want to reiterate that larian doesn't keep close to the dnd timeline at times, and has quite a few lore mistakes and even breaks. i know mystra was 'dead' around the time gale would have been that young. take it up with larian, please. i'm only trying to extrapolate from the things we are told in the game and the narrative in it.)
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milliesdiary · 1 year
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Imagine if the reader is friends with Jace and Luke but also betrothed to Aemond, so when he makes that offensive toast at dinner, reader gets mad and confronts him. She says that if he actually loves her, then he would stop doing those things, which leads to a confession <3
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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; after a fight-provoking tribute at a family dinner, you ask aemond — your friend and betrothed — where his feelings lie.
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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄.
It started off a bit rocky, to be fair. But then Viserys’ made a plea for peace, begged for the family to heal, and the tension melted like a slab of butter in a warm hand. Everything finally seemed to be falling into place.
Forgiveness was offered. The family was together. Your betrothed was complacent, despite being in the presence of his nephews. Alicent hid her laugh behind a hand, Rhaenyra’s pretty lips were curled into a smile that matched Daemon’s, Jace and Helaena were dancing — it was all perfect. 
You’re not even sure where it went wrong. It just did. 
You are laying in bed now, hours after the eventful gathering. The insomnia you're experiencing is a classic case; Aemond's tribute plays over and over in your head. You aren’t even remembering the crucial details, like what he said or what you ought to have said.
Instead, all you can recall are the expressions on Luke and Jace's faces, the way the lighthearted mood deteriorated, and the clang of your knife on your plate after dropping it in shock. 
You also remember storming out of the room. 
Truthfully, you are embarrassed at your future husband’s behavior. His smirk had been so arrogant that you wanted to meet it with a fist, and you probably would have if you could get away with it. 
You have been betrothed to Aemond for about a moon, and while you were aware of his distaste toward his nephews, you never thought he would disrupt his family as they attempt to repair the rift between them. 
Over a fucking pig. 
Maybe you should have expected it. 
You met Aemond when you were both children, as your father had established a peace treaty with the Targaryens at the beginning of his reign. You saw the boy get taller, watched his jaw sharpen, and stared on as his charm turned into the stern temperament of a man. He learned to ignore the things that do not serve him. 
You knew that Aemond became a person of duty, of justice; he would not let things go that easily. He held a grudge with the incident. Losing his eye. 
Taking that into consideration, this should not have been that big of a surprise.
And Gods, do you still want to marry him. When your father informed you about the betrothal, you were overjoyed, fit to burst, chest suddenly stuffed with the warmth of the sun and a billion ‘what ifs.’ 
Aemond has fascinated you throughout the years; he has always seemed so at ease and still. Unhurried and righteous. He can remain at the fireplace for a considerable amount of time, leaving you to constantly wonder what he might be thinking and how he is able to survive in such solitude.
You love him. Always have, though you are too scared to tell him. Part of you wonders if he shares the same affections. 
But there’s no chance of that, is there? Aemond does not allow himself to experience attraction or establish attachments. There is no changing that. He must have agreed to the proposal because it was the right political choice; there is no other reason why he would have accepted. 
Aemond loving you back? It’s impossible. 
You roll over onto your side and stare at the window that sits across the room, trying to focus on the moonlight drifting through. It takes about thirty seconds of dead silence for you to realize that you might just go insane. You’re literally about to grab an extra pillow and shove it over your face — with the plan of suffocating yourself to sleep — when you hear a knock on your chamber door.
The noise almost makes you jump. For a moment, you consider not answering it, but curiosity refuses to bid you farewell. You crawl out of the sheets and reach for a match on your dresser, flicking it against the wood to conjure a flame. You ignite the oil lamp that sits on your nightstand, the light basking the room in a warm, orange glow.
You are just making your way over to the door when the knock comes again. Straightening out your nightgown and taking a deep breath, you open it. 
Despite the darkness of the stone hallway, you recognize Aemond immediately. 
No, it‘s not just his chiseled face that gives him away, or the long silver hair that drapes over his shoulders. It isn’t the black leather tunic he wears, hugging his lean chest. It is the way he stands: the confident way he waits for you, chin high, strong and assertive. 
He’s too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people you know.
“Princess,” Aemond greets. His eye briefly looks you up and down before focusing on your face again. “Green suits you.” 
Your gaze flicks down to your nightgown — made from a beautiful silk and a deep emerald, decorated in golden floral designs. It was a gift from the Queen; even though you and Aemond had not married yet, she happily proposed that you start to wear the family’s house colors. You accepted, of course. 
Aemond’s compliment is so genuine that you don't know how to respond. You feel a sense of pride at his admiration. “I do not wear the color much,” you shrug, trying to sound unbothered. “But I will get used to it over time.” 
“You shall,” Aemond nods. He seems pleased. Pleased that you will become a Targaryen, that you will be dressed in the color of his house until the end of your days. It is a reminder that you’re his. All his. 
“My Prince,” you change the subject. “Might I ask what you are doing outside my chambers this late?”
“I have come to talk.”
You fix him with a blank stare. Talk? The last thing you want to do is talk. 
“Where did my guard go?” you ask slowly.
“I advised he take a walk.” 
You get a feeling that the conversation with your sworn knight did not play out that way, but this is your future husband; it probably would not be a good idea to go to sleep on a bitter note. Biting back a retort and a sigh, you open your chamber door and wave him in. Aemond struts in casually. 
He acts like he owns the place with how he stands directly in the center. You dawdle by the doorway, allowing him to observe the space: he takes in the fireplace, the golden decor, and then your bed, draped in silks and the pillows similar to the fluff of clouds. It’s a beautiful room, you must admit. You take pride in it. 
“You are upset about the tribute, I presume,” Aemond says finally, turning to face you. That eye of his is the perfect shade of violet; purple like a flowering bruise, unclouded and intense and determined.
“I am not upset anymore,” you lie. “I do not care.”
“You do care.”
“No.”
It is quiet for a second. Not a word uttered.
Then Aemond pries you right open. “You do.”
“Fine. I do.”
“And why is that, Princess?” He almost taunts.
You want to snap at Aemond — ask him what he means and how can he take something like this so simply. It is not a joke. A civil war is brewing among his family, yet he does not take it seriously at all. He even seems to take joy in participating. The idea has you seething.
Here Aemond is, continuing to pretend that he is harmless, that his touch is gentle, that his palms won't burn handprints into your skin. You would almost believe it if you didn’t know any better. 
“With all due respect, My Prince, Jace and Luke are my dearest friends. They are kind and loyal to me, as well as their family.” 
Aemond hums, uninterested. "A dog possesses the same traits.” 
An anger gathers within you. It screams right into your face: this is how it shall be and you will have to deal with it. 
“You are playing quite the jester today, My Prince,” you tell him. I would like to slap you across the face, is what you’re truly thinking.
Aemond lets out an amused huff at that. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room dances along his silhouette, illuminating every plane of his face. His hair is a white, jewel-drenched curtain — there’s the urge to run your hands through it. 
How can someone so gorgeous cause so much chaos? 
"I am exhausted," you finally sigh. You can feel how hardened your expression has become. “I am finished with miscommunications and arguments. I have tried to refrain from intense emotions and confrontations. The moment I entered King’s Landing, I told you that there was to be no drama. You promised me. And what you did at dinner? That is the trouble I stray from, yet you seem so content in dragging me back in.” 
Aemond’s mouth threatens to twitch into a scowl then. He’s trying to keep his face neutral, though annoyance peeks through the cracks in his façade. “You are acting as if jests are more harmful than stealing an eye.”
“I am not saying that. I am saying that if you are to be my husband, you should be shielding me from conflict. Not causing it.”
Aemond has nothing to say to that apparently. He just gazes at you piercingly, that one violet eye intently focused on you. You try to remain steadfast, although you do feel like shrinking under the chill of his stare. Somehow, you find the courage to continue. 
“If you truly respect me as your future wife — if you truly love me — then you would cease this petty game.” You steel yourself, begging yourself to be bold and ask the question. “Do you love me, Aemond?”
For a moment, you catch how Aemond’s face changes into one of surprise; he obviously was not expecting that question. It takes a couple of seconds before he fixes his jaw, training his expression into something more cool. Practiced. Poised. But then he looks at you; truly looks at you, stares you down from the inside out. “I should be asking you the same thing.” 
You freeze, almost shocked by the rebuttal. You can tell he is being serious: there is a sincerity with which he wants to know. 
Aemond may be wild and deranged like a dragon, thirsting for havoc, but he still aches for approval and acknowledgment. Always has. Perhaps that’s what he wants; he wants to hear that even though he fails at kindness and charity, you are still able to love him.
“Tell me,” Aemond demands. Before you can say anything, he strides forward until he’s standing right in front of you. He leans into your space, breath fluttering along your cheeks and voice almost threatening. “Do you love me? For my righteousness that drives you mad and for my lack in restraint that you so despise?” 
The fire inside Aemond could kill anyone in a five mile radius; he knows it. Yet he still wants you to love him, to bravely walk into the tempest. Locate him amongst each dancing flame.
“I will accept every piece of you,” is all you can choke out.
Aemond seems to mull the words over. His face is terrifyingly neutral as he observes you carefully; he must not know impatience. 
“You still never answered my question,” You blurt. “Do you love me?”
Tell me you love me, is what you really want to say.
Aemond’s face remains blank for a second.
Unbeknownst to you, he’s almost offended at the inquiry. After all the years you have spent together, all the conversations and the secrets shared and the plights experienced — how could you utter such a thing? He was the one who spoke to his mother about proposing to you. Do you really think he did it for political gain? To secure a higher seat in the ranks of royalty? 
Aemond almost sneers at your ignorance. “How much longer must we be together before you acknowledge that I am not doing this for power?”
“That does not comfort me, Aemond.”
Silence. Dead silence.
The lack of an answer from Aemond makes you worry: worry that you struck a chord within him, that you have irritated him enough for him to leave, that you have made him regret accepting you as his wife. 
But something changes. Slowly — agonizingly slow — Aemond takes both of your hands into his, like a silent vow without words. A white flag of surrender. His profile relaxes into something slightly softer, more reserved. 
At the end of the day, he is to be your husband. If you need comfort, he will give you comfort, even if it means he has to be vulnerable.
Just for you. Only for you.
“When we were children, you once accused me of not knowing the meaning of love," Aemond starts. "But you were wrong."
You begin to breathe faster, grateful he can only discern the the direction of your emotions and nothing more. Hearing those words makes you feel something; it flutters inside your lower belly and is comparable to hope. 
“I do not give a shit about anyone but you,” Aemond admits. His voice is low, deep, sincere. You almost cannot believe it. 
“Is that so?” You try to sound indifferent, but it’s not convincing. His face is so, so close: your noses are almost touching.
“I would not say it if it weren’t the truth,” Aemond hums. “I did not know how to deal with my affections before, nor did I accept them. You have tortured me into becoming someone I am not.”
Tortured?
“I don’t understand—“
“You are the sword I gut myself with; that, Princess, is love."
That’s it. That’s all you needed; that reassurance, that validation. Every single ache in your heart is extinguished in a single second, every wound healed, every internalized scar covered in gauze and bandages and the homeliness that accompanies love. 
More. You want him to say more. “…And you will continue to love me?”
“You are mine until death, my dear wife. I am your monster for the rest of time. I am your insanity. I am yours.”
“And me?” You whisper. You’re struggling to focus, trying to remember that you’re mad at him, but his lips are right in front of yours.
Your question nearly makes Aemond chuckle. He holds it back, a sharp exhale of air coming from his nose instead. “You are my refuge.” 
“Your refuge?”
“My refuge,” Aemond repeats, his expression more resolute. “I can envision no other peace beyond the one that exists when our bodies are bound.”
“And you prefer me?” You want to be showered in his love, again and again. “Over anyone else?”
“I would choose you over all,” Aemond purrs. His tone, his accent — you could crumple to your knees. "The world is cruel and it steals from everyone, so I shall do the same. I will take what I wish. I will take you every time you are offered.”
Goosebumps threaten to rise from your body. Aemond’s hand comes down to rest on your waist, causing your breath to come out as a stutter. You’re not sure how you haven't disintegrated into nothingness. “I have loved you forever, Aemond.”
A warmth akin to sunshine rises in his face and he almost looks humored. You need him. And he needs you, though he may not outwardly admit it; needs you like you’re oxygen and he's trying to catch a breath.
Suddenly, Aemond’s hand grabs the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss. Your fingers fly up to grip his shoulders when your lips touch, opening your jaw for him on instinct. You grab a fistful of his leather tunic and kiss him as hard as possible, allowing his hands to conquer your body. He tastes of peppermint, smells musky like dragon. 
Everything seems to be on fire. The pit of your stomach, your blood, his mouth. All you feel is the strength of his silhouette against your own and you want to remember this forever. With how Aemond holds you so firmly — almost like you might disappear any second — you can tell he feels the same. You have the power to kiss away his suffering, his years of self-hatred, his doubts, and the crushed dreams of an irrelevant future that he always imagined.
Aemond’s hands roam to your lower back, thumbs digging into the silky fabric of your nightgown. You draw him closer, brushing your thigh against his crotch to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a ‘hmm’ into your mouth.
There is nothing you desire more than to examine Aemond in full view with all lamplights on and his clothing off, to have him slowly remove this gown from your body and take his time with touching every inch. You want to run your fingertips across the ridged skin of his scar and trace it all the way down. You want to feel the weight of him flush against you, wrapped around you. You want him. 
Finally, you draw away, only to whisper. 
“You said you would take me whenever I am offered. Take me then, Aemond.”
A fire alights in Aemond’s eye — he’s considering it — but the flames quickly freeze over with that sense of duty. Self-control. “Not like this,” he murmurs. “But I vow to treat you to obscenities when I bed you. I will leave such marks on your body that anyone you entertain afterwards will have to know me in order to know you.”
Aemond’s words have the ability to make you shiver. It only makes you more excited for your wedding day. Even then, you still want him in this moment. Need his presence.
“Stay with me tonight, at least,” you plead. “Just share the bed with me. Nothing else. I will bribe the guards tomorrow morning so we will not get caught.” 
Aemond considers you for a long while. Then, without a word, he smiles. It’s sly, yes, but oh-so beautiful.
“So you will stay?” You ask again. Aemond hums in agreement, cradling your cheek in a palm. It is a tenderness that you were not expecting, but one that you accept heartily. He nods his head before speaking.
“If you put your hand in mine, my dear wife, I will always hold it.” 
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thought--bubble · 3 months
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Hey, would you write something related to modern Aemond like: Aemond in high school is often excluded and harassed because he comes from a family considered strange and also because everyone has a view that he is strange. The reader is the only one who is kind to him and doesn't ignore him, and this is enough for Aemond to fall in love with the reader, despite never having had a real or very long conversation with her.
Additional: Aemond, despite maintaining a tough attitude, is extremely lacking in affection and is quite sensitive
This Is My First Ask So I Really Hope You Like It! The Characters are not in high school because i only write about adults but they will have originally met there. This got away from me a bit but I had a really good time writing it. I hope you enjoy!
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Modern Aemond X (Long Term Crush Reader)
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Warnings:: Allusions to Bullying, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Pining. IDK i suck at these any suggestions please LMK
"Everything is perfect" You think to yourself as you get yourself ready for your morning shift at the local coffee shop, and as far as you are concerned it really is.
You graduated from Highschool a few months ago and were ready to start your life as an adult. You had gotten yourself a job at the local coffee shop as well as signed up for the Autumn Semester at the Beauty Academy in Manchester.
Makeup for the stars was your dream and with the acceptance to the academy you felt like you were well on your way to achieving that goal.
Your day starts off like any other. You walk into the coffee shop apron in hand and greet your Co-worker Floris. She was a very popular girl back in your high school and dated the local bad boy Cregan Stark on and off for years.
"Good Morning Floris" You smile sweetly at her as you make your way behind the counter.
"Morning" She sighs letting you know the Floris you get to interaact with today is going to be the moody Floris. Internally you sarcastically thank Cregan for breaking up with her yet again and leaving you to deal with her sullen disposition, but you being the ball of sunshine that you are try and bring up the mood with cheerful banter.
"Has it been busy today?" You attempt to make conversation hoping she will bite at the bit so you don't have to suffer through one of those awkward days where she is silent and brooding through almost the entirety of your shared shift.
"No" she answers short and curt. you briefly rub your fingers against your forehead, if you don't figure out how to get her into at least a little bit better of a mood this is going to be a very long annoying shift.
The bell over the door jingles signaling that a customer has entered the shop.
"its back" Floris says annoyed.
"Stop that" You scold as you look toward the door.
There he is, your most common customer. Aemond Targaryen. He has his long blonde hair tied back and his eye patch on. You never understood why he wears that outdated thing. He must think it adds to his mystery persona.
Aemond is a bit of an oddball. Never fit in much in school. He is after all a Targaryen. The fact that he lost an eye in some sort of childhood accident, made him that much more different than everyone else. Which around here, is never a good thing.
"Hey there Aemond, the usual?" you ask him, your typical bubbly demeanor on full display.
"Yes please"" his answers are always so short and void of emotion. never mean or aggressive just short and cold.
You smile at him happily while you prepare his usual black coffee with tons of sugar. How he drinks his coffee like this you will never understand.
You spoke to Aemond sparingly back in school, which although is most than other students, still wasn't much. You wouldn't say you are friends but you do hold a bit of an affinity for him.
He had a tough time. No one could deny that. He was ignored, ostracized. Not that he would ever let anyone know if that fact actually bothered him, you always assumed that it did. At least to some degree.
You hand him the coffee with a big smile on your face. He takes it from you and nods. Making his way to his usual table and pulling out his laptop.
"Why does he stay?" Floris whispers "It's weird"
You shoot her a pointed look. "It is not weird for someone to sit down and work in a coffee shop, actually, it's quite common. Kindness isn't difficult. you should try it"
"You are aware their family tree doesn't have quite enough branches right?" Floris says while chuckling.
"A lot of royal families have that .... kind of history, they are descendants of royalty. Its been like what? 100 generations or something? Don't you think it's time for a new plot point?"
Floris sighs "He's just .... weird"
You roll your eyes and can't help but glance over at the mysterious man. Watching him type away on his laptop and staring at his side profile. If he wasn't the silent brooding type or a Targaryen the girls at school probably would have been all over him. He is obviously handsome with a jaw line that could cut diamonds. Its that icy chill around him and that albatross of a last name that had him shunned.
As your shift continues you occasionally glance over at him. His coffee long gone but still he stays typing away as other customers come and go.
"What do you think he's working on?" you wonder out loud
"Some version of the Targaryen anarchists cookbook i'm sure..... "
You sigh and roll your eyes again. Why could no one seem to look at the man himself instead of his family? Instead of the eye patch? It seemed so cruel.
"Do you mind if I head out 20 minutes early? Cregan wants to talk" she starts putting her jacket on before you even respond.
"Yeah that's fine, Sara and Jace should be here any minute anyway."
You watch as she quickly gathers her things running out of the shop. You tap your fingers on the counter. The shop is now empty save for Aemond typing away on his laptop.
"Hey Aemond?" You practically yell across the shop. He looks up at you furrowing his brows but doesn't say anything.
"You want a muffin or something?" you offer holding up a double chocolate muffin and wiggling it back an forth.
He simply shakes his head returning his focus back to the laptop in front of him. you sigh as you come to the conclusion that it is going to be a long and boring 20 minutes before second shift shows up.
Probably five minutes before Sara and Jace are due to arrive the downpour starts.
"oh well isn't that grand" you mumble to yourself.
You have been trying to save up for a car. Your parents couldn't afford to buy you one at the present time, and with the wages earned at the coffee shop it would most likely take the entire summer for you to save up enough so you walked to and from work. This typically wasn't a big deal since you lived close by but torrential rain always made the experience a lot less pleasant.
Jace comes running in soaked to the bone.
"Please tell me you just ran a mile and not just 5 seconds from the car park?" the grimace on your face outwardly showing how you are feeling
"Nah this is the 2 second walk from the car park it's serious out there right now!" he laughs while he shakes his hair off.
He comes around the back of the counter.
"He's here again huh? I could ask him to stop?" Jace whispers
"No, he's fine, he has a coffee works on whatever and then he goes."
"He always comes at the beginning of your shift and leaves at the end of it. You don't think that is a little weird?"
"Isn't he like your cousin or something? I would think that you would be nicer" you take off your apron and hold it in your hands.
"uncle, and we're not close" Jace heads to the backroom trying to dry himself off. "When sara gets here, I'm sure she won't mind running the store alone a few minutes so's I can drop you off"
"No, I'm ok. Just a little rain, Heard rainwater is good for your hair" You chuckle to yourself. "Bye Jace"
Jace waves as you head out the door of the shop and the second you get outside you can't believe how hard it is raining.
"Let me take you." Aemonds cool voice comes from behind you.
"Oh!" you jump and turn around his face, still as stone looking at you awaiting your answer.
"Thanks, that would be very kind" You decide to accept his offer. Firstly, it is downpouring and you really don't want to ruin your shoes and second, he can't escape you in a tiny car. He will have to finally speak.
The two of you run over to his Porsche. Of course he would have a Porsche.
"I'm getting your seat wet, i'm so sorry" you blurt out the moment the two of you are in the car.
"Don't worry about it" He turns the car on and turns on the heat.
"Thank you for this." You smile at him hoping he will look over at you.
Instead he just nods and puts the car in reverse backing out of the parking space.
You don't even tell him where you live but he pulls out front of your building anyway.
"Ummm.... how did you?"
"I dropped you off junior year after your friend ditched you."
"Right, I forgot about that" you scratch the back of your neck and purse your lips but don't make a move towards getting out of the car.
"Why do you come see me?" you look directly at him.
"What?" His voice sounds a bit defensive
"I'm not bothered by it. Really, I'm just curious"
"I like coffee." He answers as he turns his head toward you.
"No. it's something else. C'mon tell me" you flutter your lashes and give him a puppy dog look, no one can withstand your puppy dog look.
He chuckles and rolls his neck. "I remember"
This peaks your interest "Remember what?"
He sighs "I remember every single time you talked to me, looked at me, walked by me and waved. Hell, i remember when you held the door open for me. twice"
Your breath catches in your throat.
"I'm not crazy and i'm not a stalker i swear" he rubs his collar bone nervously. "it's just..... you were my salvation. The one person who didn't run from me or sneer at me or judge me and hate me" he grips the steering wheel tightly.
you reach over and gently rub his knuckles as they turn white. he takes a deep breath in at the skin to skin contact.
"So in other words.... you miss me?" You ask with a tiny smile and a blush on your cheeks.
"yeah, if you wanna make it simple i guess that would be the right term for it"
"How much?" Your voice drops from your sweet and kind persona, to a more sultry sound.
Aemond catches this right away. "Umm.... what?"
you get up on the seat, on your knees and lean over the center console. getting up close to his ear. "How much did you miss me? Like, was it driving you crazy?" You place your hand on his shoulder tracing your finger along his neck "Keeping you up at night?"
his breath comes out in unsteady huffs "You really shouldn't"
"Hmmm?"
"I will not be able to control myself if you keep that up" he grips the steering wheel tighter and suddenly the situation in this car had changed completely.
You were no longer teasing him to get a rise and reaction out of him. Him stating he wouldn't be able to control himself lit a fire in you. You felt this urge to push him there. A burning pooling in your belly you were not going to ignore. No, just this once you were going to indulge.
You lean over further bringing your mouth to his ear. "Maybe I want to see it"
He bites his bottom lip, then grabs your face pressing his lips against yours harshly. Lust and desperation apparent in his kiss. His hand slides up the back of your neck to the base of your head holding you close as he continues to devour you. Like a man starved.
Before your brain has even caught up to what is happening he grips your thigh harshly pulling you over the center console and into his lap. he quickly grabs your hips pushing you down into him as his tongue continues to explore your mouth.
"I've dreamt of this for ages" he whispers as he kisses and nibbles along your jawline making you purr contently. Being wanted this bad is the biggest turn on you have ever experienced.
You roll your hips against him chasing that pressure. When he feels this he growls and pushes your core against him as he ruts up against you.
"I have to have it." He begs with a breathy sigh "Gods please i have to"
You unbuckle your khakis and slide them off your legs giggling at the slight gymnastics you have to perform in order to get them off. Once they are off you drop back onto his lap and he runs his hands up your back pulling you tight up against him. His mouth finds yours again as his slips his hand between your thighs and slides a finger inside of you.
"I knew you would be perfect, I fuckin knew it" He groans as he adds a second finger pumping in and out of you slowly. he hooks his finger finding that spot inside of you that sends you to ecstasy. You close your eyes and roll your head back moving your hips rhythmically against his hand.
"oh god, oh god!" You squeal as he brings you over the edge, you clenching around his fingers. He immediately unfastens his jeans sliding them down to his thighs and pulling you over him.
"is this ok?" He asks gripping your hips tightly
You nod and he pushes your hips down sliding himself into you slowly. he makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a growl as you sink down onto him.
"This ain't gonna last long darlin" he grunts as he thrusts up into you. He bites down on your shoulder as he pulls you down over him over and over thrusting up into you at the same time. He rubs your pearl with his thumb as he quickens his pace.
Jaw slack and eyes like dinnerplates he watches as you come done a second time and groans
"Where? Where?" He whines "Fuck"
"I'm on birth control it's fine" You bite his bottom lip "Go ahead"
"Fuck! Ok Ok Fuck" He slams your hips down onto him three more times before his body tenses and squeezes your hips so tight you think your bones may snap.
you rest your forehead on his shoulder as the both of you regulate your breathing.
"Thank god it's fucking pouring" You giggle.
"Yeah, that was a bit mental wasn't it?" he laughs while breathing heavily and running his fingers through your hair.
You flop back over to the passengers seat and start pulling your trousers back on.
"See you at the coffee shop tomorrow?" you ask as you clasp the button.
"Always" he smiles back at you.
"Good, cuz i think I may need another ride..... " you giggle
"Really? you live so close" He teases back
"Who said I wanted to go home?" you wink at him as you hope out of the car. "See you tomorrow"
You shut the door and head inside with a huge grin on your face.
"Ok ... NOW everything is perfect"
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Gobble You Up
Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader
Summary: Visiting your parents for Thanksgiving and you show Eddie your old room. He takes the opportunity for more.
18+ only
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 You gave Eddie a reassuring smile as the two of you approached your childhood home. You had been dating for a few months now and he agreed to come home with you for Thanksgiving and meet your parents. You could tell he was nervous, he'd told you parents didn't tend to like him on sight, but you had no doubt he would win your mom and dad over. Your parents were not hard to impress.
Your mom threw open the door, beaming from ear to ear at seeing you back home, standing on her porch. She pulled you into a big hug and then immediately pulled Eddie into one too. He looked a bit surprised, eyes going wide. But then he smiled, his arms coming around the small woman, touched at her affection that she gave so freely. You knew his mom hadn't been around since he was a kid and it was probably a bit shocking to experience a mother's warmth when you'd only just met but that was your mom.
"I am so glad you two could make it!" she exclaimed. "You must be Eddie. We've been dying to meet you. Y/n talks about you non-stop on the phone."
"Oh, hopefully all good things," he said, his neck flushing from the compliment and he pulled at his collar slightly. He was just waiting for the ax to fall, for her to give a reason why he wasn't right for her daughter.
"You should hear her gushing about how wonderful you are," your mom laughed, pinching his cheek gently. "Sorry, just had to prove to myself that you're real. The way she makes it out, you're just about perfect."
Eddie laughed, his cheeks blazing red at the compliment. "I promise you I'm as real as they come. Thank you so much for inviting me."
"Of course! Anyone who makes our daughter so happy is always welcome. Come in!"
The two of you entered your childhood home, the home that hadn't changed since you were a kid. Eddie paused at the pictures of you through the years that lined the buffet in the entryway. He grabbed one of you as a child and held it out, smiling.
"You were adorable," he commented, clutching it to his chest, those lush lips pouting.
You rolled your eyes, "Shut up. That was when my mom cut my hair herself."
"Well, I think you're cute as a button," he said, his finger pressing gently against your nose. "Still are."
The same floral pattern couches sat in the living room that your mom bought when you were ten. And there was your dad's recliner with your dad in it, as usual. He rose up as soon as he caught sight of you two and pulled you close before offering his hand to Eddie.
"Good to meet you, son," he boomed, patting Eddie on the back.
"You too sir," Eddie responded nervously.
"Oh, no need for that," your dad laughed, "just call me Keith. You're practically family now the way our girl talks about you."
Eddie's eyes widened. "Wow. You guys are really welcoming. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous."
"No need to be nervous," your dad assured him. "You make our little girl happy and that's all we care about. You're more than welcome."
Eddie reached over and squeezed your hand, that dimple you loved so much appearing on his cheek. A warmth spread through you at how quickly he was made to feel at home because you knew this was where he belonged forever. It may have only been a few months, but you knew this was it for you. He was your everything.
"Y/n, why don't you show Eddie your room? You guys can relax for a bit after your long drive," your mom offered. "Your dad and I have to run to the store real quick to get a few things for dinner tomorrow and I want to make it there before they close."
"Oh, are you sure you don't want me to run with you mom?" you ask.
"No," your mom laughed, "you guys just got here. It was a long day for you. Just go on up and rest. I am sure you need it. We'll only be gone for about an hour or so."
Your parents headed out and Eddie glanced over at you. You could tell what he was thinking without him even having to say it. His eyes had darkened, a little smirk playing along his lips as he grabbed your hip, pulling you close against him.
"We have a whole hour to ourselves, whatever will we do to fill the time?" he teased.
You could already feel his excitement pressing against your lower belly and it flared white-hot desire in you. You slid your hands along his arms and up his shoulders, looping them behind his neck.
"Well, my mom did say I should show you my childhood room," you replied.
"I would very much like to see where your bed is."
You grabbed his hand, dashing up the stairs and pulling him behind you. Your bedroom was the second one on the left and you threw open the door, intending to shove him on the bed and rip off all his clothes but he stopped in the doorway, his hand tugging against yours.
He was gazing around your room, soaking in every detail. You looked around, trying to see it through his eyes. The blue comforter covered in daisies, the stuffed animals propped on a beanbag chair in the corner, the desk with the typewriter where you did all your homework in high school, the posters that covered your walls. Your mom hadn't changed anything since you'd left. Your train of thought was broken when you heard Eddie chuckling.
"Bon Jovi," he snorted, pointing.
"Shut up!" you snapped, glancing at your life-size poster of Jon that still hung on your wall. "Maybe Bon Jovi isn't metal enough for you but Jon is sexy as fuck."
"Ohh, is he now?" Eddie purred, slowly walking toward you. Grabbing your arm, he spun your body so you were facing the poster, your back pressed against him. His hands slid around to your breasts, massaging them through your top as his lips pressed gentle kisses along your neck. "And is Mr. Bon Jovi hotter than me?"
"No," you breathed, struggling to focus as his hands moved down along your abdomen, brushing the bare skin above your jeans. "No one is hotter than you."
"Good girl," he growled, nipping at the tender flesh on your neck and you cried out. His fingers nimbly undid your jeans, his hand sliding underneath your panties. "Did you used to lay in here and touch yourself while you looked at Jon?" His index finger found your clit, making slow, torturous circles. "Oh, you're so wet already princess. Is that for me or Jon?"
"You..." you struggled to say through the waves of pleasure that were sweeping you under. It was always the same with Eddie. You lost all sense of the world around you when he was touching you.
His finger slid along your folds, gently pushing inside of you and you gasped, bucking your hips against his hand. His other hand gripped your jaw, pulling your head to the side so he could have full access to your neck. A second finger joined the first, the rhythm of his movement picking up speed. A litany of curses and sounds no human should be able to create erupted from you.
"Mmm...is this just how you sounded when you lay in that bed touching yourself?"
"No," you whispered, "because I could never make myself feel as good as you do."
"That's right. No one can make you feel as good as I do," he responded, his fingers sliding out of you.
You whimpered at the sudden loss of him but then he grabbed your jeans, pulling them down your thighs and away from your feet, tossing them across the room. He placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you until your back hit the wall.
"I know what I want for Thanksgiving dessert," he said, a wicked smile on his face as he dropped to his knees, hiking your thigh over his shoulder. "Mmm...gobble, gobble baby."
It was so ridiculous you wanted to laugh but then his tongue was on you, teasing along your clit, sliding along your folds, dipping into you and back out and you for anything else but the feel of him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you lost all focus but you had to focus on keeping your one leg steady. It was the only thing keeping you from falling over. Your palms spread wide as they held the wall behind you, desperate for any support you could find.
"Jesus Christ Eddie..." you groaned.
His tongue swirled lazy circles around your clit before flicking at it rapidly. The sudden change in sensation was overwhelming. He continued this torturous pattern as his hands slid along your thighs and then his fingers were back inside of you, relentless in their pulsing.
"Fuck Thanksgiving dinner," he growled, sucking your clit in between his lips. "I just want to feast here all goddamn weekend."
One of your hands left the wall, the other remaining to hold yourself up. You buried your fingers in his hair, grinding yourself against his face, keeping him right where you needed him. He moaned against your pussy and the vibrations sent more waves of pleasure rocketing through you.
"Oh baby, I'm so close..." you moaned.
His tongue swept over your clit quickly, back and forth and then up and down. His fingers curved, rubbing against your walls in the exact perfect place to send you barreling over the edge. You screamed his name, shaking from head to foot, your leg giving out from under you.
Eddie caught you, sliding you into his lap and you sighed, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He pressed kisses along your cheek, nibbling on your ear, moving along your jaw, following a path to your shoulder. You could already feel yourself stirring again just at the feel of his lips along your flesh.
You grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his, gently pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth. He moaned against your mouth, gripping your ass in his hands. You stood up, him following suit, and feverishly worked on his jeans to get them off of him, quickly followed by his shirt.
Pressing your hands against his chest, you gave a sharp shove, sending him backwards onto the bed before crawling slowly over top of him, straddling his hips.
"Goddamn baby," he murmured, his eyes hooded with desire, his hands digging into your hips. "I like when you get feisty."
Smiling, you gripped his cock in your hand, sliding yourself along it but not letting it enter you. He cursed, his head falling back against the pillow, those beautiful mahogany waves splayed out like a mane. You slid the length of him all along your folds before allowing just the tip to slide past your entrance before pulling back.
"Jesus Christ..." he moaned, those fingers on your hips digging in so hard you were sure you'd have marks tomorrow. You didn't mind. Eddie had never truly hurt you, but you liked a little rough play. It gave you pleasure to wake up and see a little mark from his teeth or imprints from his fingers, reminding you that he was completely yours and you were his.
You slid the tip of him around your clit, using his cock for your own pleasure. Gripping him, your ran your hand up and down his length, allowing just the tip of him to enter you again before denying him once more.
"Shit baby, stop teasing me," he pleaded. "I need to be inside you now."
You slowly lowered yourself, taking all of him in. You moaned softly at how he completely filled you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you began to ride him, propped on your knees as you lifted and lowered yourself on his cock.
"Fuck, you feel like heaven," he groaned, his fingers splayed wide over your hips, gripping them as he moved with you, bringing his own up as you brought yours down.
Your fingernails dug into his flesh and he hissed softly through his teeth. His hands slid from your hips, along your stomach, cupping your breasts. His thumbs began to brush over your nipples and you bit your lip, moving your hips in circles. This motion caused Eddie's cock to hit the most delicious places within you.
"Jesus Christ," you breathed.
Eddie gripped your hips again as he began to thrust up faster and harder. You gasped, gripping his chest for dear life as your body bounced vigorously with his thrusting.
"God, I love watching your tits when you ride me," he growled. "You look like a fucking goddess."
His thumb found your clit, stroking it as he continued to thrust. You arched your back, your hands moving to his thighs, whimpering as you moved closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" you screamed, gripping his thighs for dear life as you rode out your orgasm, your whole body convulsing.
Eddie hand left your clit and grabbed onto your waist, steadying you as he drove into you even faster. His thrusts were causing you to feel like you might bounce right off of him. He screamed out your name as you felt his release.
"Jesus Christ..." he moaned, grabbing you and pulling you down on top of him. "Fuck, you are amazing."
"Mmm...you're pretty amazing yourself," you murmured, pleasantly numb from your head to your toes.
Eddie's hands grabbed your face, placing a gentle kiss against your lips.
"Well, I know what I'm thankful for," he said with a grin. 
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Request. Eddie x reader have established relationship. Reader is the only one who knows the depth of eddie’s abandonment/self esteem issues because of his parents and how everyone in town treats him…eddie loves her she knows that but knows he can be very possessive and jealous and she caters to his possessive jealous sex sessions when she knows he needs it to feel better when he feels like someone else got too close like the current predicament the reader finds herself in letting eddie have his way. Overstimulated and orgasmed out but she keeps going because eddie needs it after all he saw Jason carver hitting on her at the grocery store 💦💦💦😂
As you wish, this one is just 2K words of pure shameless filth, I have proofread it but it is past 1am so forgive me if there’s a bunch of mistakes 😂
All That I've Got
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie feels the need to remind you that no one in the world can make you feel as incredible as he does
Work Count: 2.2K
Content Warnings: 18+ only, Shameless smut, PIV (unprotected), Oral f receiveing, fingering, squirting
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Your muscles burned as you tried unsuccessfully to release yourself from the metal keeping your wrists bound to Eddie’s headboard. You don’t know how long you had been in your restraints but it felt like an eternity, your skin was raw from where you had been pulling to break free. You were desperate to touch him, to bury your fingers into the damp messy curls currently buried between your thighs. You gasped as he sank his middle and ring fingers into your pussy for what must have been the hundredth time that night, his tongue circling your clit lazily. He was in no hurry, he’d given you three orgasms already and showed no signs of stopping. Your body was trembling lightly from both that and the strain of the cuffs, a fine sheen of sweat leaving your skin glowing. 
Tonight was one of those nights he needed to be in control, to show you who you belonged to. Not that he really needed to, Eddie was the love of your life and you reminded him of that daily, but he came with baggage that you and only you were aware of. He had some deep insecurities as a result of the bullying he had endured since he was only a small child. He had always been different, was always the weird kid that was singled out because he didn’t like the same things his classmates did, every teacher he’d ever had told him he’d amount to nothing, he was never good enough. Even his own parents didn’t want him, dropped on the doorstep of his uncle when he was just eight years old. Wayne was wonderful of course, he took him in without a second thought and adored him like he was his own son and Eddie loved him for it but he could never quite get over the heartbreak of being abandoned. He had never understood what was wrong with him, he had never done anything to hurt anyone. But he put on a brave face, made sure he was overly loud and overly confident so that his tormentors would never get the satisfaction of knowing how deeply they affected him. 
Then he met you, and he fell in love hard and fast. You weren’t his first, he had hooked up with plenty of girls after his shows at The Hideout and even a cheerleader or two from school, but you were the first person who didn’t treat him like a dirty little secret. Eddie worshipped the ground you walked on but every day he fought the crippling fear that you were going to leave him, that you would realise he was a freak like everyone said so. You knew he was having these thoughts and you did everything in your power to show him how much you loved him. He had a long way to go but you were certain that one day you would make him believe how wonderful and beautiful and funny he really was, for now you would give him anything he needed. And tonight he needed to show you how no one in the world could make you feel as fucking incredible as he did. 
It had started earlier in the evening when you had nipped to the grocery store for a few things to make dinner and Eddie had left you alone while he went to pick up some beers. You felt someone invading your space and turned to find a guy leering at you, his mouth curled up in what you assumed he thought was a charming smile but to you came across as downright creepy. You noticed the name stitched into his letterman jacket, Carver. You knew that name, he was one of the people who tried his hardest to make your boyfriend’s life a living hell. If you weren’t already repulsed by him before you sure as hell were now. 
He tried hitting on you despite your protests that you had a boyfriend. He had followed you down four different aisles before Eddie finally caught up to you. You wished you could have taken a picture of Jason’s face as he watched Eddie throw his arm around you. His jaw hit the floor before he managed to compose himself and hurl a bunch of insults your way before stalking off. You told Eddie how much Jason has made your skin crawl but he stayed uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the evening. You knew what was going on in his head, and you knew you were going to end the night with him fucking you until you could barely remember your own name. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, the sex was out of this world and you’d let him take you like this any time he pleased, you just wished he wasn’t doing it because he felt like he had something to prove. 
Eddie chuckled into your pussy as he heard the rattling of the cuffs as you tugged against them once again, the vibrations from his laugh sending a jolt of pleasure straight up your spine. 
“Hmm look at you angel,” he hummed into your flesh. “How badly do you wanna touch me right now?” 
You whined and begged for him to release you but he just tutted and looked at you with a cocky pout. You must have looked pathetic, your eyes could barely focus as you gazed down to watch as he idly fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy. If your face wasn’t already red from the exertion of your previous orgasms you’d have been blushing at the slick squelching sounds that filled his room, you couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. You moaned in complaint as he withdrew his fingers, he smirked at you and hooked one arm around your thigh to keep you anchored to his bed, his other bent your opposite leg further up to your chest to spread you as wide as you could possibly go. He stared down at your glistening folds and growled at how delicious you looked, unable to help the involuntary grinding of his hips into the mattress, his cock angry red, leaking and aching for his own relief. 
He reaches up the fingers that had just been inside you as traced your swollen chewed bottom lip. “Suck,” he simply demanded. 
You gladly obeyed as you took the two digits into your mouth and ran your tongue along the underside, moaning as you tasted yourself. 
“Oh fuck,” he sighed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt the sensation of you sucking his fingers all the way down in his cock. When he refocused the brown of his eyes had almost completely disappeared, his pupils blown wide. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you hmm?” 
“Please,” you tried to say although it was muffled around his fingers. “Mmm more.” 
“Shh shhh shhh sweetheart, no need to beg,” he cooed leaning close to your ear. “I’m gonna touch you again now, okay? You ready to cum for me again baby?” 
You whined and nodded and he withdrew the digits now covered in your salvia, unable to clean yourself up with your hands still bound you let the excess dribble down your chin. The sight of your fucked out face was driving him wild, he knew he wasn’t gonna last long once he was finally inside you so he was absolutely going to make sure you came at least one more time before that happened. 
He traced his fingers teasingly up and down your folds, delighted at how your squirmed under his touch, your hips bucking impatiently as you craved to be filled. 
“Such a greedy little thing aren’t you? That’s my girl,” he plunged his fingers into you easily with how soaked you were, your head was thrown back at the feel of him finally stretching you. “There you go, I’ve got you.” 
The noises that fell from your lips made you blush even harder than the ones from your pussy as he set a gruelling pace, the wet drag of his fingers grinding perfectly against your sweet spot with each in and out, in and out, in and out. You were still a little sore from your previous orgasms but the moment he brought his head down to suck your clit between his lips you felt that white heat beginning to build in your lower belly, only this time it felt more intense than it ever had before. 
“Eddie, oh fuck Eddie-“ you stuttered out, you didn’t even recognise your own voice you sounded so far gone. “Shi- oh my god, there, Eds, there, there, there.” 
You chanted over and over again as he zeroed in on one spot you don’t think he’s ever hit before, furiously working his fingers your pleading grew louder and louder. You were clenching down around him impossibly tightly, he had to stop the swiping of his tongue on your clit when you started moving too erratically, instead replacing it with his thumb as he whispered you words of encouragement. 
“Doing so fucking good for me, just let go sweetheart, I can feel you right there.” 
His words pushed you over the edge like they never had before, the coil in your belly snapping and the most intense orgasm you ever felt wracked your body, you planted your feet on the mattress so you could lift your hips up, unable to control the movements as you rocked wildly into his hand. As your screams died down in your ears and your vision started to return you became very aware of how violently your legs were shaking, Eddie had wrapped his arms around both of your thighs to steady you, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin there as you came down from your high. That was when you also realised how wet you felt, it covered the whole of your inner thighs and was running down your ass. 
Eddie’s head was resting on your leg where he was holding you up, you looked down at him to notice him grinning into your knee with a look of absolute glee. 
“You just squirted,” he huffed out a breathy laugh, unable to believe that he had just made that happen. 
“What?!” You squealed, trying to hide your face in the crook of your arm from embarrassment. “That’s never happened before.”
Eddie pries his fingers away from your shaking legs, dragging the wet warmth across your sensitive skin as he crawled up your body, kissing his way across your thighs and up your stomach until he was at your lips. 
“Don’t hide,” he pleaded between kisses. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 
You twisted your head to face him and he wasted no time diving in for a kiss, tongue battling with yours as you tasted yourself once again. Your brain was foggy from the extreme pleasure and all you could focus on was Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, your Eddie. 
“I need to be inside you angel,” he whined desperately. “You gonna be able to take it?” 
You nodded, still craving him, always craving him. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in with no resistance, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your warmth engulfing him. He let himself get lost in you, pounding into you but stopped when he heard you wince, looking up to find your eyes squeezed shut. Your whole body was sore and achy and your pussy was overstimulated. He rested his forehead and nose gently against yours forcing you to open your eyes. 
“You know what you say if you wanna stop don’t you?” He asked softly. 
“Mmhmm,” your voice tremors, “Yeah I remember.” 
“You good to keep going?” 
“Yeah,” you pushed your forehead harder against his so your noses squished together. He pressed a series of soft pecks against yours lips before his hips started moving again. 
“Please can you take these off now?” You asked pulling weakly against the cuffs. “I wanna hold you.”
He reached for the key on his beside cabinet and unlocked you, your arms screaming in relief as you finally lowered them. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him close so his face was buried in your neck as he rutted into you. His soft grunts and whines next to your ear were your favourite sounds in the whole world, usually they would be enough to get you going again but you didn’t think you had another one in you tonight, thighs still trembling in his grip. So you copied his earlier actions and whispered your own words of encouragement as he rocked into you. 
“Fuck Eddie, that’s it. Feel so fuckin’ full of you baby, that’s it, don’t hold back I gotta feel all of you please.” 
“‘M gonna cum,” he whined his voice strangled as his hips started to stutter, just one, two, three more thrusts and he was spilling himself inside of you. 
“Oh my god,” he breathed, peppering your faces with tiny kisses. “Oh my god.” 
“I know,” you laughed, giddy still from your state of euphoria. 
“I love you,” he sighs. “I love you.” 
You take his face in your hands staring intently into his eyes  
“I love you too, fucking forever and always.” 
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lees-chaotic-brain · 6 months
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Its always about gojo being clingy, but what if reader will be clingy and we will pepper him with love♡
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I really like this idea. I'm kinda mad I didn't come up with it tbh lol.
CW: fluff, a little angst, spoilers for the first half for season two, female reader, trust issues, betrayal, cuteness
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Gojo x Clingy Reader
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Gojo Satoru hadn't realized how much he needed, how much he craved to be loved, until he met you.
Before he met you, he had been fine with physical and emotional contact, sure, but it wasn't like something that he enjoyed and sought out.
The first time he met you was in high school.
Instantly, he had noticed how beautiful you were. Even then he had admired how you freely doled out affection, and always wanted to be around those you loved.
Not only that, he always felt a little envious of those you freely gave out love to, like your partner at the time, or Shoko, your best friend. Although, he was so dense back then even he didn't realize he was jealous.
While he always appreciated and savored the hugs and high fives you gave him, he didn't realize that he wanted more until much later in life.
After Suguru left, everyone in your small group of friends became a little more distant, and drifted apart as the years went by after you graduated high school.
Then you re entered his life, as beautiful as you had been, if not more. But your signature signs of affection, and open and loving personality was subdued, the pain of Suguru's betrayal causing you to withdraw into yourself.
This was the first moment that Gojo realized how much he missed you. The you that once burned so brightly with warmth and care, not the version of you that stood before him now with prominent eye bags, a forced smile, and barely an ember of what you used to have.
From that moment forward, it became his personal mission to help you heal. To become comfortable with loving and trusting the way you used to be.
It took time and a lot of effort, but after jokes, reminiscing about high school, getting coffee, being there for you on the hard days, holding you when you cry, and constantly reassuring you that he wasn't going anywhere, you began to open up again.
And somewhere along the way, he realized two things.
One, by helping you with your anxieties and guilt and hurt over Suguru, he had begun to heal a wound he didn't even know he still had.
Two, he had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with you.
For the first time since Suguru had left, your smiles reached your eyes, genuine and sweet. You began showing affection again, leaning your head on Shoko's shoulder, patting the students on the shoulder or high-fiving them, returning Gojo's hugs after the two of you spent hours talking about all of your good memories from high school.
After a lot of thought, and late night rants to Shoko, he asks you out.
You agree happily, telling him that if he had waited any longer, you would've just asked him out to get it over with.
And once you started dating, hoo boy, if he thought you were affectionate and clingy beforehand, he had another thing coming.
He comes home from a mission?
You're waiting with his favorite dinner and all the baked goods his sweet tooth could desire.
You insist on feeding him as you sit on his lap, informing him that it was your job as his girlfriend to take care of him.
Afterwards, taking a bubble bath with him, washing his hair, massaging his scalp is a must.
Then you wrap yourself around him and order him to cuddle you for hours on end.
And if he thinks he is going to get away with leaving your side for even a second over the course of the next couple days, he's wrong.
Part of it is you needing reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. The other part of it is just your nature. You need to take care of the people you love, to cuddle them, cook for them, hold them, love them. It's just how you are.
If it was anyone else, Gojo would probably find it annoying and overbearing, doubting their intentions, or just flat out disliking it. But if it's coming from you, well that's a different story.
If it's coming from you, there is nothing he wants more than for you to love him, because your outgoing and affectionate personality was part of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Note: This is a little shorter than my normal fics, sorry. I really loved this idea and couldn't wait to write it, so I started it before remembering that I'm swamped with schoolwork. I'm so sorry, I hope that I did it justice even though it was a little rushed. Feel free to send in any more requests you might have!
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talisidekick · 1 year
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Thanks for being so compassionate! As someone who's had to defend himself from assault pre transition and assault and attempted trafficking during transition which has contributed to some agoraphobia centered on thoughts like "damn, wasn't safe off T not safe on it", it's been rlly scary seeing ppl shrug off how transmascs are endangered in real life in service of discrediting transandro discourse. Cool seeing who's really real I guess????? anyways hope you're well and warm. Srry about my run on sentence lmao
There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. We only get to see one side publically, and that's pretty much just trans women issues. Media likes to cover just us. I rarely see news stories about just trans men. We don't see the stories about trans men getting stalked or followed around in stores by total strangers, getting attacked in public, rarely a mention if a trans man gets killed. It's happening but you don't see it. You don't see a flood of forum posts about the constant dismissal of, unique brand of hatred around, or the types of dangers faced by trans men.
My introduction to questioning my gender was actually FROM transandrophobia. The reason for this is I've had more of a curvy figure since ... well forever, even though my body was producing T on it's own. I got A LOT of compliments on it by pretty much all my friends (which were mostly girls, and yes that probably should have been a sign but I'm a bit thick sometimes, okay?) because I was "unconventionally sexy" because of it. I'm now remembering I do have a shirtless picture somewhere from before I was on HRT ... I'll work up the nerve to show that at some point to prove that point. Anywho, because of this, a random ass stranger had been following me as I went to grab a few things from a walmart after my shift. It was weird as fuck. Uncomfortably close, constantly looking at me but not what they were pretending to, and I kind of knew this dick was waiting until there was no one in the aisle before pulling something. I'd been mugged before at 14 and 15 so at 24 I was kind of like "I'm not getting stabbed in a damn Walmart" and just made sure to be quick. I got out of the store and met up with some old work friends and just let them know someone was following me and I wanted to wait them out. Props to my friends at the time, they bullseyed the dude (to be fair he wasn't being stealthy) and called him out. And he yelled back "You'll never be a real man" to me. My friends laughed at him because as far as we all knew, I was cis. But this would happen two more times in the same week. A lady would tell me I shouldn't be doing "this" to myself with a full body gesture, and that god "loves" me; and a college colleague flat out dismissed my concerns on something because "only a real man would need to worry about that". It got me wondering if this was a new fad, to hate on someones manliness, and upon looking that up I learned about what exactly transgender meant, the experiences of trans men and women (just a bit on women, my concern was on trans men at the time), and thought it was kind of cool there were people who'd know two sides to the gender spectrum. But it must SUCK to have to go through the bullshit I did and actually be affected by it. Like, no one has any right to tell another man they're less of one.
This whole situation would actually come back to help me 2 years later in finding myself. I'd only really looked up trans men and curiosity mid covid lock down would lead me to look up non-binary and then trans women. However, transandrophobia is how I, a trans woman, got her start. So it boils my blood when I see people talk about T being toxic or trans men having it easier. It shows a complete lack of understanding and a lack of acceptance and willingness to empathize. Trans men and trans mascs have different issues, that doesn't make them lesser, and while those issues may not affect me, it doesn't make it less of my problem to help deal with where I can. I know certain issues I'll have no experience on, no idea how to help, but that doesn't mean I can't still offer to be support. Everyone should be doing the same, and shame on those who aren't.
You deserve equal treatment and support in your fight for it, not dismissal. Those that dismiss the issues of trans men aren't allies, they're transphobes. And fuck transphobes.
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Hiiii I saw that your requests were open and I'd like to submit one where Pantalone, Capitano and Pierro have an s/o which has sleeping troubles, like insomnia or gets nightmares alot, these boys dont get anough love. Tyyyy 🥺🥺
Sweet dreams, darling
── ୨୧:pantalone, il capitano, pierro x reader (separate)
୨୧﹑synopsis :: some nights it's hard to fall asleep, no matter how much you try tossing and turning. sometimes they're already awake, or sometimes you accidentally wake them up but one way or another they've discovered this glaring issue.
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, uuhh other stuff, domestic fluff, use of petnames on pantalone and pierro's (darling, love), not at all proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 2866
you're so right dear anon they're so underrated, especially Pierro at least from what I've seen I love him tbh that man is hot (literally nobody will hear me out) (this is an extremely understandable phenomenon) sorry this is late I got busy taking care of my cat he's like a fifty year old man thinking he can still tussle with the younger cats
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─ ୨୧:pantalone
to be completely honest, he can't stand when you sleep like that. he stares at you from his side of the bed where you lay finally at peace, and can never quite bring himself to disturb you, but a part of him wishes that you would find a position that doesn't hurt your back so much to wake up in. he understands that that's difficult, though.
curled in on yourself in a tight ball like you're an overgrown house cat seems to be the other way you can hope to sleep lately, complaining that you're uncomfortable any other way through no fault of your own. in a perfect world he can pluck your little issue right out of existence, vanish it away to a dark corner to never again be found, letting you have the most blissful refreshing sleep you've ever had however this is not a perfect world and thus he is forced to watch you toss and turn through the night.
truly Pantalone has found at least one thing he can confidently say he finds himself to be abysmal at. he makes you a cup of tea before bed, though not an uncommon action. he hears this particular blend can help with sleeping troubles, expensive as it may be imported from Snezhnaya's polar opposite Natlan, requiring certain shipping conditions. it's hardly enough to inconvenience him however, recalling how he almost asked "Is that all?" like it was pocket change. it seems to at least relax you, and you enjoy the taste, so he continues to purchase it regularly.
he's found you sleep best when you lay by his side, pampered by those delicate hands that stroke your forehead and lull you to sleep if a little slowly. his affections are not nearly as slow as trying to do it alone, pulling you close until you're snug up against him, and his head tries to situate your head onto his chest. your struggles must lessen, and his arm around you has helped, he's seen so.
he cannot find another way to comfort you, almost nothing that money can buy besides medicine he keeps pestering a certain doctor to make, so he provides you with time, affection, gentle actions meant to soothe you as he strokes your forehead, rubs his thumb against your temple. all of this provided to you while you lay your head against his arm. tonight is slightly different as you lay your head on his chest attempting to find a comfortable spot while he reads a book to you which he thought you might enjoy.
Pantalone believes you to be paying the utmost attention, his arm around you holding the book open. that is until his forearm accidentally knocks your head turning a page, and his most profuse apologies are met with...silence?
"Darling?" he questions, wondering if you were hurt--he's not sure how that could happen with such a light bump--but he awkwardly lifts his head to find you don't move to get up as you might've if you thought he was getting up you're completely still. you couldn't possibly be... no, not a chance after all that effort and research a book put you to sleep? he either had the most boring taste or had accidentally stumbled upon the cure to your little conundrum.
the next morning Pantalone is well out of bed by the time you awake, a usual occurrence as he sits dressed for work with one last cup of tea piping hot at his side.
"Good morning." you say as you rub your eyes, noticing he's reading the book from last night.
he glances up from his book to flash a smile at you, "Good morning, darling." he says, unusually pleased for some reason-- seemingly also straight to the point as he asks "Are my book recommendations truly so boring they make you fall asleep or do you just like being read to sleep?"
"Oh, well..." now that you think about it, you don't actually recall anything from the book, only knowing that Pantalone was reading it to you. you can remember the way the words sounded, melding together in your head and hardly discernible into actual sentences. perhaps you did like being read to sleep. "I couldn't say how boring your books are, but maybe someone's a better reader than he thought~."
you lean down to kiss his cheek, promptly wandering off to get yourself a cup of that tea he made. perhaps he'll have to read to you more often...
 
─ ୨୧:capitano
you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night a lot lately, startled awake, disoriented and a little scared. tonight is no different as you awake to an expectedly empty bed, unsurprised when you see nothing there on the other side. there is no sign of Capitano yet, out on a mission somewhere just as he said he would be. you're not mad he's gone, just a little lonely, worrying that something would happen to him.
you climb out of bed and resort to your new coping mechanism. without the real Capitano, you simply must convince yourself he is there in some way. thus, you make your way to your shared closet and look for a shirt he wore semi-recently. you manage to find one he changes into when he gets home and wants to relax, softer than armour for you to lean on when you lay your head on his chest to drift off to sleep while he plays with your hair.
you're glad for something with a happier association, something which you can cling to even while he's gone. his shirt is a catalyst for that, carrying his scent, though you have nothing to hold in his absence, if maybe a pillow unfortunate enough to find itself cuddled up to your chest.
despite yourself you almost feel as if the roles have reversed, almost never the bigger of your pair, though you have always cuddled up to him, arms awkwardly wrapped around him.
you awake to another of his letters, seemingly his response to your telling him about your troubles falling asleep, laying awake restless and increasingly tired though still unable to find solace in a good night's rest. it is delivered personally to your hands by a fatuu as all of his letters have been, ensuring their safe travel to you, as well as ensuring there's someone's head to be had if they don't. in their other arm a large teddy bear is tucked away, though not immediately presented to you causing you to almost walk off.
"Ah-- This also arrived for you!" you spin yourself back around to meet the mask face of a fatuu holding a teddy bear out to you, almost a funny sight and you crack a smile. "Also from Lord Capitano." they add.
Uh...ok that's a little strange.
you take your new friend, soft and fuzzy, a bow tied around its neck sewn into the fabric. it's strangely cute, though you're not exactly sure how he was able to acquire such a thing from all the way out in Natlan. it couldn't have possibly been from there, at least you don't think so at a glance...
you reacquire the letter which had been placed down on the table, reading it over carefully. the further you read the more your smile grows, though unconsciously. you quickly uncover the origin of this bear that suddenly fell into your possession. it is from Natlan, from Capitano. his name is Cap. you just cannot fathom where he managed to pull such a creative name from. it has you giggling to yourself.
"Cap." you pick the bear up in your hands, holding it up to admire it, "Didn't he pick such a cute name out for you?" the longer you stare, though adorable, the more this bear seems to be missing something. he bears his name, his likeness if you consider that Capitano is really just a big soft teddy bear in strong armour-- ah right, this bear was missing something. though he is to be your new bed buddy, he lacks a certain...quality.
obviously you cannot dress him in armour. no, that's far too hard for you to lay your head on. however Capitano's much softer Fatui-issued fur-lined coat would make a cute little outfit for him. the first problem you find is that Capitano is currently in possession of said coat, the second is that despite the bear being on the larger side Capitano's coat would still be too large for him, possibly too bulky as well.
all in one Cap is providing you with solutions to your daytime boredom and your night-time troubles. sewing Cap a little coat would be just the perfect thing to fill your time.
a couple months and a late night of reports and paperwork and finally the trek home feels like bliss, walking the familiar path to the place that will finally again feel like home. Capitano doesn't dare leave headquarters without changing, not only for his own comfort after spending so long stuck in that armour and so that it's not so noisy when he arrives home and sneaks through the door.
the house is dark, expectedly so due to you likely not expecting him, it's only by the faint glow of golden light that emanates from your shared bedroom that he thinks for a moment you might still be awake.
ducking his head in reveals that to be false, you just must've fallen asleep with a candle lit again, though the sight easily makes up for that. as it turns out, Capitano found you the perfect gift, wrapped tightly in your arms, your cheek pressed into the fabric and your breathing steady and calm. he's about to turn away, deciding he'll come back to it once he's dealt with his things and is ready for bed, but something catches his eye—a tuft of black fur that tickles your face.
his face contorts in confusion, vividly recalling the bear's fur did not have a texture like that, but then it clicks when he realises the white next to your arm and the silhouette becomes clearer in his mind. you made him a jacket. he almost breaks down laughing over how ridiculously cute that is, but quickly covers his mouth so as to not wake you.
he's glad you like your little gift to cuddle in his stead.
 
─ ୨୧: pierro
working nights always go the same, as you've long retired for the night and gone to bed, Pierro remains awake managing his duties long into the night. coincidentally, this arrangement happens to work out well for you and your awful nightmares that will strike at any given moment.
you awake to an empty bed, guessing that it must be a busy night. it's not a bother, but you're not sure whether you'll be able to go back to sleep yet. you're a bit shaken from your dreams, needing to go and find Pierro to see what he's doing. you know he's only fulfilling bureaucratic duties, not in any actual danger, but you need to see him to ease your mind and know he's fine.
expectedly he's hunched over his desk, lost in his work as you suppose is usual at this hour. he doesn't immediately notice you, engrossed in the task at hand, but one creak of a floorboard as you make your way to him is enough for him to look up and find you at his side staring down at him.
"It happened again?" he breaks the silence already knowing why you're here, and you nod in response, a silent confirmation.
"It wasn't as bad as before, but..." you trail off for some reason, playing with your fingers trying to find the words to describe, "I don't know, I just thought-- I wanted to come see you because you weren't there." you finally get it out, though not quite as you intended. it's hard to communicate the feeling, like even though you knew nothing could've possibly happened something felt wrong.
you feel silly confessing it, like it was something wrong with you and yet he barely raises an eyebrow in protest or question of it.
"Even while you sleep, I still worry you." he says, his hand finding your waist to pull you closer.
"No, no it's not you." you try to say, trying to assure him that maybe if you were just stronger you wouldn't be so worried, your own mind to blame. "I knew what I was doing getting into this." you add.
he shuffles his chair back to make space between him and the desk, patting his thigh to usher you onto his lap, into his arms. you fit so perfectly, feel so safe, like you can melt into his body with the warmth he provides you. leaning your head against his shoulder, getting comfortable burying your face into the crook of his neck.
"Make yourself comfortable and go back to sleep, love." Pierro's hand settles on your head, holding you there, arm around you. vaguely in your ear you can make out a rhythmic thud, almost as if you hear his heart pumping in his chest. that's a nice sound. it's gentle enough it doesn't bother you, outs you at ease in fact as if a reminder he's there. you know he's there, but something about it just...helps.
"How much longer until you come to bed?" you ask, fully expecting him to give you the realistic answer that he doesn't know, and really he probably wouldn't.
he pauses, a deep breath following that you feel as Pierro's chest rises and falls once again, he then sets his pen aside, though mid sentence and clearly not even close to finished. Pierro once again shuffles his chair back, making enough space for his now free hand to come up beneath you to support you as he stands, bringing you with him now cradled in his arms.
he smiles down at you gently, and you're convinced he'd run a hand through your hair to tuck it away behind your ear if only his hand was free. you know he likes that, a little token of affection. "Let's go to bed now, and I'll finish this later." he says. you think you could've lived with sleeping in his lap for a night, though admittedly you like this arrangement a lot better.
you allow him to lay you back down, pulling the covers over you and leaving you to adjust them a bit while you wait, though when his back turns you shuffle your way over to the other side of the bed somehow hoping he won't notice you tucked up on his side. to your favour he doesn't for a while, though he's preoccupied with tugging his shirt over his head not exactly paying the most attention, not until he turns around does he notice a certain someone has taken over his spot.
"Oh? I didn't realise I was only getting this much bed. You don't leave very much room for me at all do you?" of course he'd play along when you make a face like you're trying not to giggle, though that promptly fails as he decides he's going to get you out by actually trying to fit, actually meaning he's about to sit on you and there's not a chance in hell the tiny sliver of bed is enough for anyone.
in seconds you're rolling over bursting out laughing to escape, though Pierro pulls you back kicking and squealing to kiss your cheek and try to settle you again before you rile yourself up. your antics are usually endearing, but seated on the edge of the bed having to turn himself to meet you halfway, he finds a little kiss on the lips is enough to get you back to your much calmer self.
"Do you want to sleep on my side?" he asks
"I want to listen to your heartbeat." you respond, leaning yourself forward in some attempt to-- rather uncomfortably-- press your head to his chest. "I like it."
"You can listen for as long as you like, as long as you calm down so you can go to sleep. It's late."
eventually he finds a spot in the middle of the bed, and you find that laying on him is far more comfortable, as well as ensuring that there's no way he can sneak off once you fall asleep to go back to his work. Pierro will be staying right where you hold him in place, head laying back on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat clearly. you were right, you do like it.
you are always afraid of losing him, you always have been, you don't think there will be a day when you're not. just as badly he is afraid of losing you, irrationally so as he has learned nothing is permanent. even peaceful moments like this can be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye, so he must cherish them. he must cherish you.
Pierro is more than happy to cuddle you this way if that's what you want, because really he wants it too.
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lo'ak x f!reader in lo'aks pov pls
childhood best friends to lovers :DD
childhood best friends to lovers, lo'ak has always been head over heals in love with y/n ever since they were 12, and he confesses before they go into battle in case he wouldn't be able to afterwards, she retaliates the feelings and they both make it out alive, also they tell jake and neytiri and they were like "yeah that was obvious" or something :)))
love your other works so much
Stick By You
Tags: Lo’ak x Omaticaya!Reader, Fem!Reader, Headcanons, Childhood Best Friends To Lovers, Friends To Lovers, Lo’ak’s Perspective (But Not First Person), Sweet Ending
Warnings: Major Avatar 2 Spoiler Because I Had To Make a Little Jokey Joke
Lo’ak has been your childhood friend ever since you two were 12. You left the Omaticaya clan to follow him to the Awa'atlu village, and right before you both have to go into battle, he confesses. Little does Lo’ak know, you’ve been in love with him for the last couple of years too.
The way my blog has turned into an avatar page 💀💀 I can just imagine Jake and Neytiri standing there like those apple emojis like “we know” LMAO 😭 (let’s just remove all angst from the actual series of events) 🚶‍♀️ thank u for the support btw <33 yall are so lovely :)
Jonquil - Love Me, Affection Returned, Desire, Sympathy, Desire for Affection Returned
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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [01/01/23] ❞  
Lo’ak had been in love with you ever since you two were twelve.
You had met in the Omaticaya clan, and were always attached to the hip.
Neteyam always told Lo’ak he was surprised you weren’t dead yet, considering the way you two were inseparable.
Lo’ak ignored him, secretly not caring, because eventually he realized he liked you.
At first he thought he’d get over his feelings for you, because he didn’t think you could ever like him back, but they only grew the more time passed.
So, he kept his feelings to himself, because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.
Fast-forward to two years later, shit had hit the fan.
The RDA was back, and they were after his father. His family had ultimately decided to leave.
You had followed them to the Metkayina clan, despite Lo’ak’s protests against it.
You were just like him, not minding how stupid you could be throwing yourself into danger. But, part of him was glad you would go so far as leave the clan just to stay by his side.
Your time together with the Metkayina was quite fun. The swims, meeting Payakan, and even beating up the chief’s son!
All good things must come to an end, though.
Quaritch was tailing his family, and right before the Metkayina went into battle, Lo’ak pulled you aside with a somber expression.
He noticed the way you seemed perplexed, and took your hands in his. He really couldn’t figure out what you were thinking, but he thought that in case he wouldn’t be able to make it out alive, you at least needed to know this.
His feelings for you.
Lo’ak confessed, and dropped his hands from yours, fully expecting you to reject him.
Before he could turn away to join his siblings, you stopped him.
Lo’ak’s eyes widened when you gave him a small smile and told him you reciprocated his feelings.
He was bewildered that he hadn’t realized you’d also been pining for him the last few years.
He of course pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately, and promised that he would stay alive. For you.
There were many instances where he thought he was going to die, actually.
He almost got shot, almost drowned, and even got caught by Quaritch.
This boy really knows how to make you sweat 💀
However, the one thing that drove him to stay alive was the fact that you liked him back. That you were waiting for him.
And so he kept his promise.
When you all had reassembled, you gave Lo’ak a tight hug, telling him that you were glad he was alive.
You kissed him again, this time without the desperation and fear of death looming over your heads.
Lo’ak took your hand in his and led you to his parents, trying to swallow back his nerves.
Neytiri and Jake appeared a little standoffish, seeing how serious their son’s expression was. Did that bastard Quaritch rise back from the trenches of the ocean?
“Mom, Dad, I want Y/N to be my mate.”
You blushed at how direct he was being, but you supposed there was no other way to do it.
The both of them looked at each other, then to the both of you.
They burst out laughing.
Lo’ak felt kind of offended, because what was so funny??
Well, apparently Jake and Neytiri had known you two liked each other a loooong time ago.
They thought this was something serious, like their son dying!
This was absolutely not the reaction the two of you were expecting.
Jake pat Lo’ak’s shoulder, struggling to speak through his fit of laughter.
“Son, you really need to get your wits about you.”
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yanyanboi · 3 months
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Yandere jock x fem reader pt2
Pt1: https://www.tumblr.com/yanyanboi/737849436843261952/yandere-jock-x-fem-reader
Ok, the day finally came, it’s the first day of yandere jocks senior year, the year where he will talk to you, his first stage in his ultimate plan of “getting together with the angle herself reader”, and yandere jock had stayed up all night reviewing all his notes and findings about you so he can be the perfect s/o for you, like all those fanfics and romance movies that you reader and watch, well guess what? Yandere jock has gotten all that information from his father’s connections and money, and he now knows what you like in a man, he knows that makes your stomach flip and what makes your adorable face scrunch up in disguise, and when it was 3am yandere jock had gotten up just to get ready for reader and he made sure that he prayed at the shrine for reader, this shine was a huge collection of anything and everything that reader touched or used in the passed 4 years that yandere jock “met” reader, examples of this are things like used plastic utensils or used underwear that went “missing” in the dryer, oh and when yandere jock stoped praying at the shrine for reader, he had one of the most intense and long morning routine all to look his best for reader, first yandere jock had took off his silk bonnet and undid his curlers in his hair revealing a beautiful curl pattern, but yandere still spend at least two hours perfecting his already perfect hair, and after that he took one hour to put on his clothes that he laid out five weeks prior, then brushed and flossed his teeth for another hour because the last thing he wanted was to have bad breath the day he was going to talk to reader, and finally he gotten into his black expensive car and drove off to school. When yandere jock finally arrived at the school he went straight to his locker ignoring all of his so called “friends” that he hadn’t talk to over the summer, he made sure that he was blocking readers locker “accidentally“ and that was when he finally heard his angles voice, um excuse me your blocking my locker could you please move, ohhhh my reader do you even know what your doing to him?? Oh I am sorry dear, you know I’ve see you around a lot last year but we never spoke, can I please get you name beautiful? Yandere jock said this as if he doesn’t know everything about you already,
Um my name is reader…and you must be the infamous yandere jock right? Omg omg OMG you know his name, Nono you SAID his name, the most beautiful being that has ever stepped foot onto this planet not only knows him and his name but she said his name, oh god reader you just know how to get him all wild up don’t you, and you doing this on purpose right? Ok yandere jock this is your time to kick your plan into motion, flirt with reader, Oh so the beauty knows me, well I feel honored, dare I ask this beauty her first class? Yandere jock could already see reader blushing, oh what a heavenly sight to see, yandere jock could die happy at this very moment
My first class is English what about yours? Yandere jock smirked because he already knew that reader had all her classes with him, oh what a coincidence I have that class to, why don’t we walk together, I would love to be accompanied by a beautiful lady like yourself, yandere jock could see how he was affecting reader, he could see her blushing and sweating a little bit, oh how he wondered what she would look like underneath him, what faces and sounds she would make as he pounds into her.
Y-yeah that would be great I guess, reader tried to clam herself down, she didn’t what to show how much yandere jock was effecting her, but it was useless because the second that she agreed to walk with him yandere jock quickly moved his arm to rest on her waist, pulling her into his side as if she was his s/o, and once yandere jock and reader arrived to class yandere jock made damn sure that they sat next to each other, but even that wasn’t close enough so yandere jock pulled her chair even closer so that they legs where touching.
When the teacher was talking attendance they said readers name, yandere jock was furious, his rage barely being contained and the only reason why he didn’t out right attack the teacher was because readers was there and she might be scared of him if he did, one might ask why was he so angry? Simple, that ugly pathetic, and weak teacher had the audacity to say readers name without his permission, no one but him should have that right, everyone else is dirty and pathetic, and saying an angels name that is to pure for the world should be illegal and the punishment should be death, but after the teacher took the attendance yandere jock cooled down a little, enough to look and talk like his normal self which was perfect timing because the next thing they did in class where ice breaks, you know the “talk to five people and tell them your hobbies” type of stuff, and yandere jock had only talked to you, he listened to every hobby, favorite color and activity like he didn’t know already, and once the teacher started to go over the syllabus yandere jocks hand just so happened to be resting on readers knew the whole time, and when the class ended he asked her what her second class was, and look at that they are also in the same class, sex ed, this should be fun right.
Sorry if it seems a little rushed at the end I really wanted to finish this today but if you guys can please comment on what you liked or what I need to improve on.
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xdirtyxlittlexgirl · 1 year
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hiiii, I love your content
Can I request a angst that go into fluff that go into soft smut hehehehe….where the reader is feeling insecure about her body and her disability which deafness so she wears hearing aids and one of the day she was looking through social media and saw hurtful comments on a post of her and Henry at some premier and Henry just cuddle her in love and yeah heheh
Thank you!!
Broken but Beautiful
Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader
Summary: You have a hearing disability and get trolled by fans after a public appearance with Henry
Warning: Angst, fluff, hearing disability, graphic description of panic attack, depression, PTSD, stress, anxiety, trolling, cyberbullying, dom male, sly smut, PIV sex, vanilla
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You sit by the giant glass window, curled up under a soft blanket, listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside. You loved sitting by this window and watching the rain fall on the expansive garden. It's a calming sound, one that usually puts your mind at ease. But today, your peaceful moment is shattered by the cruel words of strangers on the internet.
You had been checking Twitter to see what people had to say about you and Henry's recent public appearance, hoping for some positive comments. You both had finally publicly spoken about your relationship, and you were worried about what his fans had to say about you. Although, Henry had already anticipated the impact this would bring to you, especially because you were a non celebrity girl, but it was essential for the two of you. You found some really supportive comments and were living your dream, but very quickly you met with your worst nightmare, a barrage of hateful messages and cruel memes, all directed at you and your hearing disability.
"Who would want to date a deaf girl?"
"It must be hard for Henry to communicate in sign."
"Bro the woman would find so hard to enjoy his husky deep voice lol"
"It's like dating one of those dolls which sing an 80's pop every time you tap the botton behind her ear. Lmao"
"She be making me him scream at night. Literally. ~ Louder Henry Louder!!"
"Bro's lucky in a way. He can scream, shout, and party till late while gaming and his woman won't know a thing."
The comments cut like a knife, each one reopening old wounds and insecurities. You know that your hearing aid makes you different, that it's something that sets you apart from others. But you never expected people to be so cruel about it. Not now. It wasn't highschool anymore. You were very young, a teenager, when you were riding home with your friend from school and her dad lost control of the car, causing the car to crash. Although, everyone had small bruises, and your friend broke a bone, you had a major impact on your left ear, damaging your insides. This led you to have a partial hearing disability permanently in your left ear, bounding you to a hearing aids' mercy forever. This did affect your adolescent massively, as you faced a lot of bullying and discouragement. But when you met Henry, a year and half ago, it didn't matter. You were a grown woman now, and this was just another accessory to your life like your phone. You did have some insecurities coming into a relationship with him, but he never made you feel like you had a disability, or addressed it like it was different to him in any way. In fact, he explained how it is simply the most normal thing, and is just like him wearing his contact lenses or glasses.
The memes are even worse. Some show Henry doing exaggerated gestures with his hands, with captions like "When you have to talk to your girlfriend in sign language." Others depict you as sitting unaffected with a moaning noise in the background, insinuating Henry cheating on you and you not finding out because of your disability.
It's all too much to bear. You feel like you're suffocating under the weight of the negativity. The tears come hot and fast, blurring your vision as you scroll through the endless stream of hateful comments. You can't help but wonder if Henry is regretting his decision to be with you. Maybe he's tired of having to repeat everything twice, or of having to speak slower so you can read his lips, every time you take the aid out. Maybe he's starting to think that you're in too much trouble, that he could find someone else who doesn't come with all this baggage. The thought makes your chest ache with a pain that's all too familiar. It's the same feeling you had after the accident that left you with your hearing loss, when you thought your life was over before it even began. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise of the rain and the hateful voices in your head, but it's no use. The darkness closes in around you, and you feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of your own despair.
You'rel sitting still, hugging your knees to your chest, as the raindrops keep tapping on the window. Soon, your body is shaking with sobs, and your chest feels like it's about to explode. You're clutching your phone so tightly, your knuckles turn white, scrolling through the horrible comments about you and Henry. Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. You try to take a deep breaths, but it catches in your throat, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You gasp for air, but it's like someone is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Panic takes over your body, and you feel like you're losing control. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can't seem to stop them. You feel like you're drowning, and you need air. You try to get up, but your legs give out, and you fall to the floor, hitting the wall hard. It hurts, but you don't care. You're beyond pain at this point.
Your hands are shaking so badly, you can barely hold yourself up. You hit the wall again, and again, and again, as if that could somehow make the panic go away. But it doesn't. It just makes your hands hurt, and your head feels dizzy. You start to pull at your own hair, feeling like you're losing your mind. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in your own body, and it's terrifying. You try to calm down, but the panic just keeps getting worse. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. You don't want to, but you can't seem to stop it. You feel like you're falling into a deep hole, and you can't grab onto anything to pull yourself out. The last thing you remember is the raindrops tapping against the window, as you lay there, helpless and broken, before passing out right there on the floor.
An hour later, Henry finally came home and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with you, enjoying some wine and your company. "Honey!" He said his voice roaring in the house. Usually, you'd come running to him by this time, but he didn't see a sign of you. He thought you were probably in the loo, so he headed straight for the bedroom, box of chocolates and bottle of wine in hand, hoping to surprise you.
But as he entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. You were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was open, and when he checked, you weren't there as well. "Babe?" He called out to you, but there was no response. You never left the house without informing him of your whereabouts, and especially not in a weather that bad. He searched all the rooms, growing increasingly worried as each one turned up empty. Finally, he decided to give you a call and heard the faint sound of ringing, and followed it downstairs to the back room.
There, he saw you lying on the floor next to the patio window, passed out. "Baby? Fuck!" He said his heart sank at the sight of you. He rushed over to you, removing the blanket, as he picked you up in his arms. You were so still, it was as if you weren't even breathing. Henry felt his heart rate increase with fear, as he tried to wake you up, but you remained unresponsive. "God baby wake up, what happened here?" He decided to try and bring you to senses with some water, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. When he returned, he sprinkled a few drops onto your face. Slowly, your eyelids fluttering open, as you murmured his name. Henry felt a rush of relief, holding you close and running his fingers through her hair. "Oh thank God baby." He said kissing your head. He knew this had happened to you before. Every time you would stress out too much, you passed out. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As you slowly regained your bearings, he sat down beside you, holding your hand.
"What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he rubbed circles in your hands. You explained everything to him through tears, how the comments about your hearing disability had sent you into a tailspin. Henry's blood boiled with anger as you recounted some of the cruel and hurtful things people had said. He hated this. He in fact blamed himself for it. If it wasn't for him being so famous, he could have had a normal life, and give a normal one to his family too. His popularity always kept him and his loved ones under a microscope, and one could survive only if they grow a thick skin like he did. He knew this was hitting you and would hurt you, and now he regretted announcing the relationship, seeing you like this. He hoped that people would at least have some decency, but he was wrong. The world was filled with monsters and he couldn't protect his girlfriend from them. "I am so sorry baby." He said barely over a whisper pulling you in his lap.
"Those people are just cowards hiding behind their screens," he said, trying to comfort you. "They don't know you, they don't understand what you've been through, and they definitely don't deserve to make you feel this way." He added running his hands through your hair as you sniffled, and he wiped away her tears. "I just feel so insecure about it sometimes, like it's something that makes me less than everyone else."
Henry shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "No, baby girl. It's the opposite. Your hearing aid is a symbol of your strength and resilience, a testament to the fact that you've overcome obstacles that would have defeated most people. And as for those people online, they don't know anything about you. They don't know how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are. So they don't get to make you feel this way. I am sorry, I couldn't protect you from this." He said the last part, laced with guilt. "Plus it's a very normal thing. It's like me wearing contacts because I'm literally blind without my glasses. Jeez. I'm actually frustrated with what people get up to in their time and call others out on the most unexisting things." He said sounding very frustrated at this point. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you, and no this is not your fault. You can't change the world, and it is filled with horrible people. You cannot be accountable for every single one of them" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You don't have to do anything without me. I'm here, always. And I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, pressing his lips to your in a gentle kiss. "I know I'm broken, but you make me feel so beautiful and whole" You say melting into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Shhh baby, you're not broken. You're just beautiful. My sweet, beautiful, and intelligent princess. You mean the world to me, and I'm pretty sure my world is all round and beautiful and perfect." He said chuckling and making you laugh. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.
A while later, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you as he holds you close, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as you both cuddle on the bed after a long day. You lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds you tightly. He pours some more wine into your glass, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip. "Here baby, take some more" he said gently as you hold the glass. "Mmm are you trying to get me drunk Mr Cavill?" You asked chuckling as he simply just shrugs and smirks. As you sit in his lap, you squirm a little as he kisses your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and loving, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as he continues to kiss you. He pulls the sleeves of his t-shirt that you wore, down a little and whispers in your ear, "Baby do you know how beautiful you are? Mm?" He says in his deep raspy voice. You feel your cheeks flush as he continues to shower you with compliments, telling you how much he appreciates you and how much you mean to him.
He takes the glass from your hand and turns you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can feel the passion and love in his kiss, and you respond eagerly, your body pressing against his as your lips meet in a fiery embrace. As the kiss deepens, you can feel your bodies entwining, your hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound passion. You feel Henry's hands on your back, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you deeply. As the heat between you intensifies, you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting all of your worries and insecurities as you become one with Henry. You feel his love and devotion in every touch, every kiss, and every caress, and you know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. He swiftly enters you and lays you down, gently pounding into you not once breaking the kiss completely. He slowly picks up the pace and starts to make you feel like you're the only person that matters. "Mmm fuck my sweet princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I love you" He said biting your lip in a hard kiss as you feel yourself coming hard digging your nails in his flesh, as he fills you up. "MmI love you more Hen" you say enjoying the sweetness of this euphoric bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You lay in his arms, as you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but you also know that you will face them together, with his love and support guiding your way.
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A/N: I hope you liked it! <3
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officialdaydreamer00 · 3 months
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star child!! please deliver my letter(⁠~° - °)⁠~🍫🍭🍬🎂🍧🍯🍩🍭🍩🎂🍧🍩🍫🍯🍧🍬🍭🎂🍬🍭🍩🎂🍩🎂
To my beloved Jade,
How are you, my love? It's quite cold here where I am, and I see it's snowing in Twisted Wonderland. I know you're not much affected by the cold, but I do hope you'll stay warm. I fear we may never be able to share each others' warmth, so at the very least, keeping yourself warm with me in mind might make up for it. Think of it as my concern for you transcending our realms.
It's almost a year since I've met you, time really does fly quickly, doesn't it? You've brought me so many beautiful emotions, and though not always positive, I've enjoyed and treasured every single one. Seeing you has really become quite a highlight of my year, I hope you might feel the same.
You would likely call me foolish for hoping this, but I genuinely do hope our realms will cross one day. Then I'd be able to cook for you and watch you eat contently, I could go hiking with you and make terrariums with you, and maybe you could join me in some of my hobbies too. This world as it is now, is far too cruel for us, don't you think?
Time is running out, so I'll end this letter quickly. I love you dearly, from the bottom of my heart, and I think of you ever moment I am wake, and I dream of you when I'm not. You are so incredibly important to me, you silly sly eel.
Oh, and I do hope you'll be able to spare more time for me this Halloween hahaha, I'd love to see more of you in your costume.
Yours till the end of time,
Your Sunflower
i hope this isn't too long hehe, love this new event sm💕
*happily yoinks the sweets* you got it bossman!! (can't believe you're the first one again, rinna :O it must be fate!!)
My dearest Sunflower,
I am overjoyed to receive a letter from you. I sure hope you are keeping yourself warm and healthy in this cold weather.
Indeed, it is snowing in Twisted Wonderland, and while I am not affected, as you have said, it warms my heart seeing how many thoughts you put into this silly little eel. I am so proud of you, my dear, and every effort you made in your own everyday life.
Time truly does seem to fly so quickly whenever I am with you. My heart longs to see you more and more with each passing day, and it aches when you have to leave. As much as it pains me, I understand why. It is your own life, after all.
But Sunflower, dearest, every one of those moments with you are, and will always be, held dear to my heart. If the mere wish of meeting you and holding you in my arms is what you called foolish, then I, too, am a fool. For I dared to cling to a dream that may never come true. Still, I know it is just wistful thinking, but perhaps this is the chance that the universe is giving us to connect, albeit through just a letter.
I should not let our dear messenger waiting for too long. I love you to the moon and back, Sunflower. You occupied my every waking thought, and my every dream. You are just as important to me as I am to you.
Sincerely yours,
Jade Leech♡
P.S. I look forward to our time together this Halloween
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ivfrankenstein · 2 years
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— HOW I SEE YOU;
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Aaron Hotchner x fem!BAU!reader
— a collection of episodes that give us a glimpse of love growing over the years, from its different sides, from beginning to end — 1. 
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “I cling to you like the tear clings to the eye, like the knife clings to the wound.” [based on 4x15]
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slowburn, mentions of violence (typical cm stuff).
𝐀/𝐍: that’s maybe chaotic, but I hope u’ll like it <3 gif: @hotch-girl inspirations edit 📠
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[2009, february]
Of what happened in those 20 minutes, she could only remember the feeling at the end — a relaxing inexplicable sense of relief; like after a grueling race, when you're at the finish line you don't care if you won or lost or how you did it, you're just grateful that it's over.
He was frightened away, and in his haste he must have thought she was dead. Perhaps, that's because she stared motionless for a while into the dark sky above them. She found it amusing, at the end of the hour — it was 5:20 when she left the station, seven minutes later she was walking here, 20 minutes it lasted, now about 5:47 — the park was beautiful, warm, the grass was a little long; she felt it with her left hand and touched the damp asphalt with her right.
Voices were heard distantly, she saw the red light from the ambulance, and Hotch's face was the first one she recognized among the others.
“Y/N, you’re safe now,” he looked anxious — the way she rarely saw him, “They’ll take you to the hospital, you’ll be all right.”
She knew Hotch needed to hear a word from her, but she could barely move her mouth, just stared at him and blinked. Blood from her nose got on her tongue.
“God,” Hotch wiped the trickle over her lip with his hand, “Don’t..” his own lips moved silently.
Y/N reached up to his forearm, hardly perceptible squeezing it — it wasn't that bad, she wanted to say.
She remembered him praying.
“Did he say why her?” Aaron was focused, keeping his eyes on the board; to keep so much in his head he had to constantly strain himself physically — the body movements served as a defense mechanism for him as much as anything else.
“He didn’t know Y/N’s one of us, he just met her on the street,” Rossi didn't want to tell everything he got from the guy: I have no idea why, I see a guy walking down the street with a stupid look on his face and I want to bush him over the head.
Hotch couldn’t get the river of blood on Y/N’s face out of his mind; he broke away from the photos of the victims and turned to Dave, “Her jaw is dislocated from hitting the ground, she goes with metal plates unable to speak for the next six weeks and will only eat liquid food. There’s a wire mark on her neck and I want to believe it won’t stay with her for the rest of her life.”
He blurted it out in the single breath, but never once called Y/N by name, “I know that, Aaron,” Rossi waited before continuing, “I also know that it might remind you of Kate–”
“She’s not Kate,” he cut him off.
“She is not,” Dave meets his gaze, “It was you who told me not to take this case personally this afternoon,” Rossi read it well — the fact that Hotchner's good friend died in his arms was still fresh, and the possibility of it happening again with Y/N was too much. 
“What did he say?” back again, professional and collected, he wants to know.
“That he liked her, that she looked like his girlfriend, that’s all,” Rossi admitted after all, “Aaron, Y/N’s a strong agent, she hurt him just as much.”
“Could that even be enough?” at times he was overcome with rage toward all the scumbags they were dealing with — he know about that part of himself, but the rage had a tendency to escalate into something more when it affected his team, and felt so personal. 
Hotch let Dave take a couple of steps toward the door before he stopped him, there was one single doubt about what had happened, beyond what he had no control over, there was something he could change. 
“Rossi, Gideon once told me that I was doing wrong by always keeping Y/N out of the field,” Aaron said, “that as a mentor I should have stopped holding her long ago.” His frown didn't translate all the confidence in Gideon's comment, and that's why he needed an outsider's perspective.
Dave exhaled heavily, he really was sorry, at the realization that Hotchners post carries so much responsibility for people you already consider family, “As I remember, when Y/N first joined you, she didn't need to have field agent skills, right?” no answer was required, Rossi already knew about that, “You may not agree, but I think Jason is the one who should have taken care of this issue. If we're talking about a mentor.” Hotch remained in a waiting silence, and Dave went on, “I’ll explain only by asking, because maybe my eyes are failing me, but isn't Y/N your partner whenever we got a case?” 
It wasn't something Aaron would normally think about, but it was true, “I suppose, yes, she is.”
“Then make this decision as her partner. If you think she could do more than she did, then send her to retraining,” he added in the end, “only after you discuss it with her.”
Aaron nodded briefly in response. What else could he say that hadn't been said before? 
His silent panic, which had enveloped him at home, this evening turned into silent despair at the service. Now he was, once again, left alone struggling against himself with the necessity of going to family, and the inability to put all the emotions down. Ultimately, he knew in advance that he ended up staying at the hospital, with Y/N, because of an equally overwhelming need to be there, too.
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blackberry-bloody · 4 months
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Dayzel's rescue pt.2
Part 1 here
CWs: whumpee thinking caretaker is new whumper
“Mibium huh? So you’re the angel he used to scream for.” Dayzel heard Rupert remark from somewhere behind him. “I’m impressed. It took him almost a year before he bowed like that for me. I wonder-”
“You have the money, can we go now?” Mibium’s voice interrupted. He sounded tense… Frustration clear in his voice. Though Dayzel couldn’t tell if the frustration was directed at Rupert or him. Another wave of shudders wracked through him at the thought.
“He’s all yours.” Rupert called from behind, sounding all too smug.
“Damn right.” Mibium narrowed his eyes at Rupert and made a shoo-ing gesture with his hand. Followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. Leaving Dayzel alone with Mibium for the first time in over two years… But everything was different now. He was different now. A million thoughts and questions swam in his head but he didn’t dare voice any of them. Not before he knew what the consequences would be.
He suddenly flinched hard, earning a pained groan from his strained and tense muscles, feeling Mibium’s soft and warm hand against his freezing cold shoulder. He glanced up briefly at him, wanting to gauge his reaction, but Mibium had an unreadable expression. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could do… Apologize. Apparently he had a lot he would be apologizing for… One way or another. 
“It’s ok Dazzle. Let’s get you home, eh?” Mibium’s voice was soft… None of the anger before. But the use of his nickname felt twisted in the moment… A petname. All too fitting for right now. But all he could do was nod in agreement. He started to stand, only to find himself far too wobbly and weak in the knees. He almost went to try again, but Mibium stopped him and expertly scooped him up effortlessly. This was what Dayzel had wanted… What he’d dreamed about. What he’d begged for. For two years. But not like this… Never like this. He couldn’t take comfort in his former boyfriend turned owner’s hold. Not when he knew what kind of damage Mibium could… And probably would… Do to him. If he could pick Dayzel up and carry him down flights of stairs all the way to his big purple pickup truck, all without so much as breaking a sweat, he knew he would be able to effortlessly shatter Dayzel if he wanted. Dayzel was determined not to give him any more reason to…
Mibium finally put him down on the passenger seat of the truck, buckling him up and giving him a soft smile, before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side. For a split second Dayzel thought about running. About running off and never looking back. But he shook the thought off… If He’d hurt Mibium this badly? Badly enough to buy him back like this for some form of closure or vengeance? Then he deserved to stay and take whatever punishment was coming to him. No more running.
Mibium climbed in the driver’s side, started the truck up, and they were on their way. Dayzel glanced over to the rearview mirror and watched as the place he’d been held for two years finally disappeared beyond the horizon. He only looked away when something was placed in his lap. Well… Three somethings. His favorite sweater and red pair of gloves. He looked up at Mibium who returned his gaze briefly. “Go on. You don’t even have a shirt on, you must be freezing. I held onto them for you.”
Dayzel hesitated, thinking about how the old him would quip back about him being an ice demon so the cold didn’t affect him, but instead all he could muster up was- “Why?” as he carefully pulled the sweater on over his head, his gloves following soon after. They felt good.
He knew asking was risky… But he had to know. And Mibium always had a way of pulling the real Dayzel out… For better or worse. It was one of the things Dayzel had loved- and feared- when they were together. And now was no exception.
“I knew I’d see you again. And I wanted you to have those for when we met again…” Mibium didn’t look over this time. Too focused on the barely lit roads taking them home. 
Dayzel wrung his hands in his lap, his tail wrapped around his leg tightly. “I… I don’t understand…” How long has Mibium been planning this revenge?
“That’s ok. We can talk more when we get you home.” Mibium half smiled and reached over to turn on the radio. 
Dayzel felt himself flush and shut his mouth, knowing when to take a hint now… Mibium was being kind in how he was telling Dayzel to shut the hell up. And for that he was grateful… He settled in for a long drive home, trying his best not to think about the inevitable.
Mibium was kind enough to carry Dayzel inside too. Placing him down on the couch in the living room before going to lock up the truck and front door. Dayzel looked around… It felt familiar. It felt like the closest thing to home since Beth had disowned him. There were a few things Mibium had changed, but it mostly was the same. He felt the tears starting…
He quickly tried to wipe them away before Mibium returned but he was too late. Mibium round the corner and looked at him. He took a step closer, opening his mouth to say something but Dayzel stopped him. There was no going back now… Might as well make the most of it.
“Why?! Why buy me back? What did I do?! What could I possibly have done that warrants this?!” Dayzel sobbed. Mibium, startled, took a step back. “I mean, I know I wasn’t a good boyfriend… But Come on! I- I was trying!”
“You didn’t do anything Dayzel…”
Dayzel burst out into a fit of tearful laughter. “I was that bad huh?” He shook his head… “Please… Just punish me. Or Kill me. Or whatever you’re gonna do to me. But - I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you I SWEAR!” The couch was freezing over along with him. Mibium took the chance to step closer and knelt down to be eye level.
“Dazzle listen to me… Why do you think I’m going to hurt you.”
“WHY?!” he looked at Mibium like he was crazy. “Because you bought me back as a PET!” He sobbed harder. He couldn’t control it now even if he wanted to.
“Is that what he told you?” Mibium’s voice cut through his panic and made him look up. He hesitated before nodding. “Dayzel… He ransomed you to me…”
“Oh…” was all Dayzel could manage before he broke completely and his body crumpled into Mibium in utter exhaustion, still sobbing into the larger man’s shoulder.
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Made For Loving You
Stranger Things Masterlist
Summary: You prepare a surprise for your boyfriend. Lots of fluff ensues. And maybe more…
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size F!reader
Word count: 1770
Warning: lots of fluff, slight sexual tension, teasing, insecurities, self-denigration
Square: Dating for @mfbingo​
A/n: After the finale, I just need some fluff and happiness. So I wrote fluff and happiness. Maybe part 2 will follow… Who knows?
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I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me
“And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me, singing” you sang with Joan Jett as the song played, your mind completely absorbed in what you were doing.
It was Friday night, finally. Quite early in the evening, though, but it was perfect. It gave you enough time to prepare everything for the surprise you were making for your boyfriend. You missed him so much, even if you saw him almost everyday at school. But even if you were with him almost all the time, you were still too embarrassed to accept any kind of affection in public. Not that you were ashamed of him, he didn’t care about what people thought of him and you really loved to be Eddie Munson’s girlfriend. But it… Felt unreal. Like it was only a dream and one wrong move would wake you up. 
When you were out in public, holding his hand was your maximum. It didn’t seem to bother Eddie, even though sometimes, you could feel his hand on your thigh under the table at lunch, meaning if he could, he would gladly take more.
The cafeteria was the place you spent the most time together. It was also the place you met him and… The place he fell for you, and hard.
The first time Eddie saw you sitting alone at your usual table, he knew he found his princess. The person he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. To this day, he was still wondering out loud how he never noticed you before. How he managed to go through all those years locked in this prison that was called school without noticing the lonely princess sitting alone every day at lunch.
You had nothing in particular, you were just a normal girl and you told him quite often. But for him, you were more than that. It was that unique aura you had around you, how you sat alone, your headphones covering your ears from everyone else, stuck in the music you were listening…
You were his princess stuck in a dungeon. But opposite to fairy tales, you didn’t want to be saved. It felt nice, having that protective bubble around you.
So, instead of becoming your prince in shining armor, Eddie turned into your dragon. Protective, he would spit fire at anyone that dared even looking at you the wrong way.
There was something sad in your eyes that only he seemed to notice. Beautiful, precious, but sad. How you could stare at the same spot for hours, not looking at something in particular, but behind those sad eyes, a whole imaginary world unfolded… Created by the music blasting through your ears.
Eddie made his personal quest to get into that world of yours. You didn’t know by then how much you actually needed to be saved by the dragon. From yourself and from the loneliness you forced yourself into, hiding, avoiding people or situations that could hurt you.
The metalhead and Hellfire club leader had then decided he would talk with you. As he walked closer to where you were sitting, he could hear the hubbub escaping your headphones, meaning the volume of the song was quite high. And he recognized immediately what you were listening to. 
Needless to say, he fell in love right there and then.
“Black Sabbath!” 
Even though he had screamed that, loudly enough for everyone in the cafeteria to stop chatting and stare at him, you didn’t hear it above Ozzy’s voice. You only noticed him when he sat down in front of you, the biggest, dorkiest smile on his face.
Of course, you knew who Eddie Munson was. But you had no idea he would notice you, let alone sit with you. Talk with you. Invite you over. Ask you out. You, the nerdy, chubby, loser girl that always sits alone. You were in no group, not the nerds, not the jocks, not the goths. You were just the loser sitting alone in the cafeteria at the table next to the trash cans.
And now, here you were, in his trailer, preparing everything for a surprise. Calling him your boyfriend, sitting with him at lunch, sometimes going with him to the D&D game, walking hand in hand in the hallways, getting lifts from him after school…
Kissing…
It was just so unreal.
Mr.Munson, Eddie’s uncle, completely adored you. So when you showed up asking if you could prepare a surprise for Eddie, he immediately accepted and left early for his night shift to leave the trailer all for you.
It wasn’t really a particular day. Not anniversaries, no holidays, you just wanted to do something for your boyfriend, as a gesture of affection. Since you were still very shy around him, and still had trouble showing him your affection, even when you were alone, you wanted to remind him how much he meant to you. Friday was the best day since he had a campaign at his club and would arrive later.
The table was ready, food was almost done cooking, and you just finished the last details when the door opened. “Uncle! I’m back! Tonight was wild!! You won’t believe what the little squirrels managed to do to defeat the villain-”
Eddie stopped dead in tracks when he entered the kitchen. Since the trailer wasn’t super big, it only took him three steps, but still, the time it took to process what he was seeing was way longer.
“Surprise!” You smiled and gestured towards the table. A white tablecloth was covering its wood, lit candles giving a warm light to the room. Two flowers were resting in front of his seat, one red rose and one black rose, each one representing a side of his person that you loved. The black was for how metal he could be. The red was the softness he had in him.
And finally, his favorite mixtape was playing in the background. “Eddie?” You called after a couple of seconds of him not responding.
Frozen in the last position he took, Eddie had a foot in front of the other, his right hand stuck under his backpack strap while his other hand was outstretched towards the table.
He looked like a statue. Big, wide eyes were the only part of his body moving, from the table, to you, to the oven behind you. His nostril flared as he took a breath, probably smelling the pizza you were cooking.
You took a couple of steps towards him, wondering if perhaps you did something wrong, when he finally got out of his frozen state. “Damn it!” He exclaimed, tapping both his hands in his face. You took a step closer, your heart sinking as you started to think it really wasn’t a good idea. “You stole my idea!”
Tilting your head to the side, you stared blankly at him. “Huh?”
Sighing, Eddie lowered his head and walked to you, taking you in his arms. He squished your body tightly against his and you squeaked at the sudden strong burst of affection.
“I love this, princess, it’s perfect,” he muttered against your neck. “But I wanted to do the exact same thing for you, why do you always have to think exactly like me?”
Relief washed over you and you hugged him back, taking advantage of the closeness to hide your face against his body and say things you would usually be too shy to say while looking him in the eyes. “But you love me like that, right?”
“Pff,” he scoffed and you could imagine him rolling his eyes. “It’s annoying how perfect you are.” You could feel his hands roaming your back, at first making slow circles, they started to explore your body next. “Like you were made for me, everything about you is perfect. Your music taste,” he laughed as a new song started playing in the background, “your patience… your loving heart… Your curves,” he stroked your waist, knowing you didn’t particularly like that part of your body. But he loved it more than anything else, and didn’t wait a single opportunity to show it to you with kisses or… farts. Eddie loved to make little farts with his mouth on your belly, because it made you giggle and wiggle so bad.
“And I was made for loving you,” you muttered still against his chest. You felt his torso vibrate when he hummed in agreement. 
“You were made for loving me…” Eddie sing sang the Kiss song, knowing what you meant by your sentence. A smile lifted up your lips and you giggled at hearing him sing. It was soothing. His voice had the magic in it to calm you in any circumstances, and the number of times you fell asleep to Eddie humming rock was countless.
“So,” he ended up breaking the silence. “What are we eating? I’m starving. And if we don’t get to eat what you cooked, then I would have to eat you all up.” To punctuate his sentence, Eddie’s face snuggled against your throat that he nibbled and gently bit, which got a high pitched whimper out of you. The bastard, you could feel him smile against your neck. You knew how bad Eddie wanted you, he told you quite often, and was absolutely not shy about it, especially when his arousal was forming a lump in his pants. It was proof of the desire he had for you, and he didn’t want to hide that.
You didn’t want to keep telling him you weren’t ready yet. Because fuck, if you didn’t get aroused and drenched whenever he kissed you… It was sometimes even uncomfortable. You desired him as much as he wanted you. But you were scared. Scared of his reaction in front of your body or your lack of experience. Scared, insecure, afraid to not be enough. Afraid of his disappointment.
So it stayed like that, kisses, gestures of affection, cuddles…
And teasing.
“Pizza,” you smiled, finally stepping back to better look at him. In his eyes, you could see hunger. A predator was looking at you, he wanted you more than the pizza, that was for sure. “And maybe… After… You could have a lick at your desert.”
You didn’t let him the time to process your words and ran to the kitchen, your face burning hot with embarrassment.
“Princess… You’re gonna be the death of me.”
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Ah you must I love your fics, so could you make a reincarnated reader in the villain is a puppet? I would like everyone to be platonic yanderes, perhaps the reader has a strange power that turns the people he often lives with into yanderes [In his past life the reader was unhappy, he found his life boring and insipid, so he decided to die, That's how an unknown god gave her that power]
That's why she was reincarnated as Raffaello's younger sister. Reaching adulthood, but even being somewhat unaware of his power.
Raffaello was too affected by his yanderismo that when he became a duke he prohibited his sister from going abroad, because in his eyes the reader is an angel and must protect her. Then by the work of fate, meet our imperial twins.
So the reader doesn't remember almost anything about her life other than the lack of affection she had, so she really is a bit lazy with her brother's possessive behavior. When Kayena recognized the reader, she was surprised and heard voices whispering to her, putting ideas into her, that's the power of the reader. As for rezef, he is relatively already an overprotective and jealous yandere because the reader took his escapades as a young man and by the work of God he met rezef as a child, giving him his friendship and love, things that rezef clung to.
Forgive me for the long text, can you develop the idea better, I'm missing some things because I don't remember much of the chapters I read hehehe. I know it has nothing to do with it, but if you're going to receive my request, I should give you something. Here is a picture I painted of Aki hayakawa for my art class. Happy new year!! 😄🥰🥰🥰
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LITTLE TWIN STARS
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YAN!Raffaello x Young! sister! Reader x YAN! Imperial twins (platonic sorta)
Warning!: Being trapped inside, Mention’s of leg breaking, Mentions of dying
DESCRIPTION <3: Meeting the imperial twins even though your not allowed to go outside because your brother said so
AUTHOR NOTE!: YOIR DRAWING IS SO COOL! I don’t know if you wanted a make or female reader but you mentioned younger sister so I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR REQUEST THO <333 I tried my hardest to be as accurate as possible!
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For as long as the young girl could remember, Well to be exact she didn’t remember anything, She remembers wishing to die and doing that, Not because of family, friend,Or bullying problems, She just decided she no longer wanted to be alive.
it’s not like she expected to reincarnated into a non existent character!,But nonetheless you were happy, Being the male leads younger sister was just a plus in your eyes!, Living there so cluelessly eating sleeping and buying everything to your heart’s desires while your older brother watched.
Truthfully you never spoke to him sure you ate lunch or dinner with him but you wouldn’t exchange any words, Sometimes he was just maybe a little creepy when he didn’t eat but just watched you eat.
At first he liked the expressions you made, how your eyes would light up when you liked the food, or how you’d try to starting a conversation with him when you didn’t, He knew you never in a million years would want to even greet him, Yet he’d simply turn a blind eye to it.
Those little moments meant more to him then he thought they would, He started getting obsessed, He’d start assigning more guards to you whenever you’d leave the mansion, He’d make his assistant tell him your every moment.
Maybe at some point he realized, Your too good of an angel for this world, Hell even if you murdered an entire person, He wouldn’t care he’d defend you with his whole heart, Your his little baby sister after all why wouldn’t you want him too?.
At that point it hit him, No one was allowed to see you, He’d get the title of duke he knew he would, When he did you would never ever ever leave him, Nor would you leave the mansion or the country, he’ll break your legs if you even protested about it!.
And so Raphael was soon the duke of kedrey, His first move was to call you to his office, This was a surprise when you were asked by one of the servants to go to his office (or room I don’t know).
“Your forbidden from traveling abroad from this day on ward” Was the first thing you heard him say, “Umm okay” was the only thing she said and it sounded so hesitant.
He was surprised slightly, But was somehow happy you didn’t protest, It meant you never had the intention of even wanting to travel aboard, That made him smile a little. “You may leave if you want” He replied happily.
“Hmm” now the only reason the girl didn’t say anything, Was because first, She could careless it’s not like she had another house to suddenly turn too, Secondly, She wasn’t planning on traveling he clearly only said aboard so she can clearly go to the capital.
Maybe it’s been months or weeks sense you last went out, You were probably losing your mind!.
But for some reason Raphael made an exception to let you out just for today, So you decided to go to the capital, There you met princess cayena, Who surprisingly knew who you were.
After a while of talking she started acting up, More so she started hearing these tiny voices that would appear every now and then it would start of as, One, then two, then it escalated to eight at a time to the point she felt like she was losing her mind, So she got up and left.
She didn’t know it was you of course you didn’t know you were the reason to it too, After feeling better she thought about sending you a letter apologizing to you, And maybe inviting you for tea!,Wouldn’t that be nice?.
You accidentally met rezef when the princess was kidnapped, you took it as a chance and ran away, It was purely out of coincidence, Of course he knew who you were. You helped him as a kid, receiving your love and affection, it was a chance given to him, to finally take you from your brother, He can use this to take you, to warn your brother to stay away from his sister or your going to be found dead.
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