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Can you write John Marston doing a kickflip and falling on his face?

He would do something like that

Especially to try and impress Arthur so he would stop picking on him

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Hello again,

It's the anon who asked for the comfort fic with Bigby. I wanted to say that I absolutely loved it and it made me feel much, much better. Thank you.

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I'm so happy you loved it~~ It really just brightened my day and it started out sucky

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A First For Everything: Ignis Scientia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: First time, light dirty talk

You’ve never seen him like this; All blushing and at a loss for words, constantly fixing and messing with his glasses and his elegant hands to try and calm his mind. He eventually took his glasses off, folding the arms into place and gently putting them down on to the end table next to him.

You weren’t any better. You hadn’t said much since you both entered Ignis’ bedroom. You fumbled with your hands at your lap, eyes trying to stay focused on him but you would pretend to be interested in his rug or the curtains or his trousers and - holy shit he has an erection and it’s all because of you and-

You had to take a breath.

You swallowed and looked back up at Ignis to see he was already looking at you. His pale green eyes looked to be full of hope and love, his thin pale lips were pulled back in an almost amused smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, the two of you suddenly laughing at the situation that laid before you both as you both blushed like virgins.

Well, that’s the thing: You both were.

You both had been dating for a little while and it was your first anniversary together. Ignis did as he always does and spoiled you, pampering you as if you were royalty yourself. Extravagant dinner, a ride in his elegant car, a walk in the beautiful botanical garden the Citadel holds.

And now sex.

You’re both not incompetent. You knew how it worked, the porn you both watched and read can only do so much but it left a lot up to your imagination.

It was all just a matter of getting undressed and rolling around in the sheets with each other.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, my love,” Ignis spoke softly.

His words were always like velvet in your ear. Smooth and easy going, like the finest of whiskies you could ever dream of tasting. His eyes were still on you, awaiting on whatever your decision may be. They followed you as you came closer to his spot on the bed, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and trailing up to his neck. His dress shirt had been undone by a few buttons, his blazer sat open, you could see the lean muscle of Ignis’ chest as well as that smooth neck some feral little part of you wanted to mark up with kisses and hickies. Your fingers caressed at the back of his neck, toying and twirling the little bit of hair that laid flat.

“I want you, Ignis,” you murmured.

He stood at your words, backing you up just enough for him to stand before you. His lanky arms were slowly wrapping around your waist and drew you closer to him. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. He still tasted of dessert; Sweet with just a pinch of salt mixing with bitter chocolate. His hands grabbed onto you as yours fumbled with his collar, bringing him as close to you as possible until his chest was flush against your breasts.

He broke from the kiss, his green eyes wild as his hands grabbed onto you more.

“Take these off,” he ordered.

You almost fell back when he released you, his support suddenly gone as his hands eagerly awaited for your clothing to come off of your person. You did as he said, unzipping and undoing the buttons of your clothing before shedding them to the floor. You were left in just your bra and panties, the soft white garments were a very welcoming surprise to Ignis. You looked so beautiful in white. His eyes didn’t know where to stay, going between your face, your breasts and your panties where it had been adorned with the littlest white satin bow Ignis had ever seen.

You couldn’t reach behind you fast enough to undo your bra when Ignis’ hands found your body again. You gasped as he suddenly lifted you, your legs absent-mindedly wrapping around his waist as he snatched up your lips once again for another kiss. His teeth sank into your bottom lip, begging for you to let him in to which you graciously allowed.

Your hands grabbed at Ignis’ dress shirt, fumbling with more of the buttons between your persons the best that you could without looking. You moaned when your tongues danced, his tongue so ever excited to explore the cavity of your mouth.

He spun around slowly, carefully bending down low and settling your back against the bed. He pulled away just as your fingers managed to undo the last button of his shirt. He shrugged the damn thing off along with his blazer, the expensive clothing falling to the floor without a care in the world.

You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend, eyes rolling up and down his very trim body. The definition of his muscles was quite chiseled, almost as though he were carved out of the finest marble to be a statue adored by millions. You knew you were one of them. You only got a taste of the power his body could offer you, it made you drunk on the idea of all that he really could do.

“You look so beautiful, kitten,” he purred. “Did you dress in white lingerie just for me?”

It was honestly just a coincidence, but an amazing one at that.

You nodded eagerly, eyes twinkling up at him as you silently begged him to take you. Fuck, your mouth was so dry.

His hands snatched at his dress pants, easily undoing his belt clasp and allowing the loose pants to pool at his ankles before he kicked the damn thing out of his way. Your eyes widened just a bit at the bulge in his boxer briefs, he looked a lot bigger than you thought he would be.

You jokingly thought that if anything should happen to his job, he could make it big as a porn star.

He peeled away his underwear, hissing softly once his cock had been sprung free. It was fully erect, standing tall and proud before you with a little streak running down the underside, a trail of salty semen that you wanted to lick up so desperately.

Ignis’ eyes landed once again on your bra and panties. Just the look alone in his eye reminded you that this also included you, your hands reaching behind you to unhook your bra from behind you and finally freeing your breasts from their satiny yet supportive prison. You tossed the garment to the side, Ignis’ eyes were pinned on your naked breasts as soon as they had been revealed to him.

It took him a moment, his brain having just been basically flash-banged by the glory of your breasts. He shook his head, clearing his mind quickly before he watched you shimmy off your panties, kicking them until they joined his on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

Ignis stared down at your glory, eyes roaming over your perfect body as his dick just felt like it was getting harder. He wanted to so desperately fuck you, to just wreck you all night long and never leave his bed when morning comes around.

And he plans on doing exactly that.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ignis scienta x reader #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #ignis scientia

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Metal Moths: Bigby Wolf x Reader

Oh babe, I feel it. My messages are always open if you need to talk to someone, I'm always available to help out anyone I can.

Contains: Self-Depreciation, depressing thoughts

Something was off.

It didn’t hit him until he was gnawing on yet another cigarette bud that was burnt down to the filter did it suddenly click in his mind. It had been bugging him for the past few days but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It wasn’t unpaid bills or reports he had neglected to file, nothing like that of the sort. It felt… social? That kind of thing always stumped Bigby as he wasn’t really the social type, always avoiding the Remembrance Day bullshit and shying away from whatever events King Cole puts on to raise even more money for Fabletown.

He dropped his pen when he suddenly realized what exactly was missing, back straightening up quickly, his knees smacking against his desk that was too big for his comically small office that almost caused the piles of papers and folders filled to the brim to scatter across the semi-clean floors.

When was the last time he saw you?

Regret pinched at a nerve between his shoulders as he tossed the cigarette bud into the nearby trash. He ran a hand through his hair and scratched at his neck, leaning back in his chair as he ran through what he could in his mind of the past few days. He knows he saw you this week, that was for sure. He hadn’t seen much of you the past few days thanks to some fucked up case that practically pushed him down the rabbit hole, but he knew you had called the Business Office only for Bufkin to answer and take your message. You were asking for Bigby to come to your apartment, but he couldn’t make it.

He really wanted to. Honestly, he did. He would rather take the brunt of another silver bullet than do anything to hurt you, but unfortunately, this slipped through the cracks of his fingers like fine sand.

He stood up, wincing when a few folders slipped from their place on his desk and scattered the contents across the floor. He’d deal with it later.

He slipped out of his office door and trekked through the oddly empty halls. He strained his ears and sniffed at the stale air of the Woodlands, scoffing at the horrible air fresheners Snow had installed to raise the appeal of the damn place. It didn’t do much, the barely there floral scent did nothing to cover the decades of cigarettes, blood, sweat and tears these hallowed halls carried. It only distracted his nose from catching your scent to see if you were even home, the voice in the back of his head scolded him, asking him why he didn’t just call you from the old rotary he still had in his office.

But he caught your scent when he turned down the hall that contained your apartment.

Something was wrong.

Your scent wasn’t the usual ambrosia to his nose, the one thing he would always somehow find in the crowded city of Manhattan like a needle in a haystack. No. It wasn’t sweet like caramel or warm like coffee, but… dull? He didn’t know how to describe it, but he knew how it made him feel.

And he felt bad. He felt something bad looming over him and he felt something bad bubbling in the deepest pits of his guts.

He slowly approached your apartment and strained his ears. No sound came from inside, but he could hear the faintness of your heart beating away deep inside. It was slow, kept to an odd rhythm of neither rest nor active.

He knocked, knuckles lightly rapping at your chamber door. The key to your apartment was on his keyring, but he didn’t want to use it. He wanted you to get up, he wanted you to walk over to the door and open it, he wanted to see you upright and standing before his eyes to quell the worry that made the beast inside of him start to prickle with life. There was silence on the other end of the door yet again besides your heart beating, but it picked up upon him knocking. He even heard you take a quick breath in.

He knocked again, the worry about to bubble over into slight panic as he sniffed again. He couldn’t smell any blood whether it would be dry or fresh, but he could smell something else. Something salty. Were you crying?

He heard the sheets rustle, you had to have been tucked into your bed, curled in the sheets. His heart yearned for you to open the damn door so he can take care of you.

“(Y/n),” Bigby called. No answer. The silence was deafening to him as he heard his blood roaring through his ears. The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention, he felt the beast clawing at his spine for control he would never relinquish. He knocked again, a little louder this time. “(Y/n), are you in there?”

He heard your feet meet the floor inside, the covers being thrown away from your person as the bed creaked under your shifting weight. He took a step away from the door, eyes pinned on the doorknob as he heard the wooden floorboards of your apartment creaking as you slowly padded over. Were you… stumbling? It sounded as though you were, steps uneven and a little heavy for your usual gait.

Ironically, he waited for you at the door like a dog.

And when you opened the door finally with a heavy click of the lock turning, Bigby felt the panic snuff out inside of him when he saw that you were actually standing before him.

You looked like you had been dragged through hell and then some. Dark circles around your eyes, your irises were barely focusing on him and your under eyes were so puffy from crying. How long have you been crying for? Your cheeks were tacky with dried tear tracks and your lips were a little swollen from worrying at them with your teeth, your bottom lip even had a split in it from where you bit a little too hard. You were wrapped up in clothes that needed a good wash, the collar of the baggy sweater you were wearing was soaked from you probably wiping your tears away not too long ago.

Seeing you like this made the knife twist even harder in his gut.

“Hey Bigby,” your voice was so soft and so hoarse, it almost didn’t belong to you.

Your words were trembling, vocal chords strained from crying for so long. How long had you been like this? How long had he failed to realize something was wrong?

“Can I… come in?” Bigby found himself hesitating.

He had to. If he didn’t he didn’t know what would’ve come out of his mouth, and he’s a walking trap for accidents to happen as a lot of people would put it.

It was your turn to hesitate. You glanced tiredly over your shoulder back into your pitch black apartment before stepping away, giving him just enough room to allow him to squeeze past you before you closed the door behind him.

“Mind the mess,” you murmured as you sank down onto your couch.

Your curtains were drawn shut, blocking out the evening sun and the rows of neon lights that were slowly turning on for the night. There was the scent of something stale and bitter lingering in the air, it had Bigby wincing just a bit. It wasn’t pungent like cigarettes or food left out a little too long, but it was something else he couldn’t quite place.

He eyed you warily, stepping close to you as you stared mindlessly at some little spot on your rug that overall needed to be vacuumed. Something was haunting your mind and Bigby would be damned if you kept suffering alone in silence. You never let him be affected by this kind of stuff since you both had started seeing each other, and he’d rather be shot up with silver than let you pull a Bigby move.

“(Y/n),” he crooned softly, “what happened?” You didn’t answer at first, you just sat on the edge of your couch with your head in your hands and rubbed at your exhausted face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come see-”

“It’s not your fault,” you pulled away to look up at him. “You’re the sheriff, you’re busy. I shouldn’t have been calling and bothering you, especially with that fucked up case that got slapped on your desk.”

“(Y/n), sweetheart, you’re not a bother to me.” He walked in front of you and crouched down, taking your soft hands in his calloused ones. He ran the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles and made direct eye contact with you. Fuck, seeing you like this, it really made him want to tell Snow and Cole to fuck off for a few days so he can stay here and help you. “You’re never a bother to me.”

“I just,” you hesitated as you pulled your hands away from his warm ones, “I feel like I’m… too much,” your gaze fell to your lap.

“Too much?”

Bigby placed one hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing soothing little patterns at the bend. Your skin was a little cold, he could feel it through the heat that radiated off of him constantly.

“I just- I don’t know. I… I feel awful that I called and I’m sorry that I did. It’s not fair to you. I really didn’t help with that and you-”

“Let me stop you right there.” His voice never rose in volume, it never got harsh. It was deep and rumbling like rolling thunder in the distance. He squeezed your knee to get you to look back up into his big brown eyes. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. I know I suck with words and all, but I really do care.” He could see your eyes getting all watery in the corners. “You’re never gonna be too much for me to love you.”

And with that, the tears finally shed as you collapsed into Bigby’s awaiting arms.

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Summons: Incubus!Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Incubus!Noctis, biting, breast worship, vaginal fingering, mating press, creampies, dirty talk

"Did it do anything?"

"It didn't work."

"Nothing happened."

You tossed the chalk to the ground and sat back down on the floorboards. Your friends all had a mixture of emotions painted on their faces ranging between skeptical and really fucking bored to disappointed. You looked back to your side to where the old "tome" sat opened, the spell it was opened to was obviously just a bunch of doodles and jumbled words.

"At least we can say we tried something for Halloween," you shrugged before eyeing them all.

One of your friends stood up, grabbed their backpack and slinging it over their shoulder.

"I gotta go. My dorm stops letting people in soon and I don't wanna wake up my roommate," they sighed before waving goodbye.

The others also started to trickle out one by one until you had been left alone in your dorm room. You stood up, dusting the powdery chalk off of your legs and snatching up the old tome. You and your friends had found it stashed in your school's library behind some of the older books in the fantasy section. One of your friends had slipped it into their back and brought it to your dorm room, showing you all bookmarks they had made with some of the spells and enchantments and summons they wanted to try tonight. Only one could've worked, however; a summoning spell for a demon, the description of the damned devil had been faded and even scratched up leaving so much to the imagination.

Your friends all joked that it would either be a big, brawny and very handsome demon while the others weighed that it could be an actual fucking problem like in the movies. Curiosity killed the coeurl, though, and pretty soon you had drawn out the summoning circle in great detail on your dorm's floors. You had to admit, you were a bit disappointed yourself. You were secretly hoping for a sexy demon to have some fun with, but now you were left with a mess to clean up.

You turned your back to the circle and flipped through more pages of the tome, walking towards the broom and dustpan in the corner when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, burning a hole in the back of your head. Spinning on your heel, you gasped and dropped the dusty old tome to the floor.

You had company.

A man- fuck that, a demon was sitting in the summoning circle. He was on the floor, one leg tucked up while the other was stretched out. Dual black horns curled out from cool black messy hair. Eyes that looked as though he captured galaxies in them bore right into you. He was shirtless, showing off his pale and ashen skin, wearing nothing more than a pair of pants that looked like they were ripped straight from a fantasy game. An ashen tail curled behind him, swaying back and forth, snaking around his leg before brushing around like a cat's.

He eyed you lazily, raising his brows almost as if you were the one that was summoned and he was waiting for you to do your own little tricks.

"Holy shit," you mumbled as you eyed him up and down. "What the fuck?"

"I don't care much for crowds," he uttered as he gave you the same treatment.

"What kind of demon are you?"

He cocked a brow seemingly out of amusement, but you couldn't quite pin it down.

"An incubus. What kind of human are you?"

"Shouldn't Incubus have wings?"

He shot you a look.

"Shouldn't humans not be summoning demons?" Touché. He stood suddenly when you realized he was very much taller than you. He walked towards the edge of the summoning circle, stopping just where the chalk started. His tail twister behind him in curiosity as he eyed you. "You're rather interesting for a human. I'd love to know how you taste."

You were very much aware of the sharp teeth in his mouth. You caught the glints of them in the low lighting of your room.

Your cheeks heated up at his comment.

"Is that so?"

"It's true."

His eyes were staring right into your soul, reading you like an open book. He knew exactly how you were feeling, he probably knew exactly what you were feeling too. It doesn't take a fucking demon to know you were craving something crazed in the sheets. You felt a tingling feeling building up just behind your belly button, you felt your core tighten and warm up.

His nostrils twitched a bit, no doubt he could smell your arousal from where he stood just mere feet away. His eyes flared an even brighter blue. He looked like he was starving for passion and love.

"I can smell your need for me," his smile was handsome even with the fangs. "It's divine."

"Thank you?"

"All you have to do is say you want me," he stared you down, "and I can give you what you want." He eyed your pants before looking back into your eyes. "Just say you want me."

Was this real? Yes. Was this a smart thing to do? Fuck no, it was a damn demon that you just summoned from a nasty ass tome from Astrals knows when. Did you want this? Oh, absolutely!

"Take me," you barely whispered.

He broke from the summoning circle, stepping over the chalk and before eyeing knew it you were pinned against the wall of your dorm. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate and even more thankful for the Halloween parties that were raging on across campus.

His hands were planted on your shoulders, his sharp nails dug into your jacket and pierced at your skin. His tail wrapped around your thigh and snaked its way upwards. You hissed when it teased at your sex through your pants, pressing against your warmth and tempting you even further into that little pool of list you were so damn adamant on swimming in. His tail tightened around your thigh just enough for it to start to tingle.

You whimpered, craning your neck to to meet his eyes as he stared down at you in pure hunger. Something feral lurked in his eyes and you were loving every second of it. Your body was on fire, your skin reacting so well to his touch. Was this wrong? You were about to make love with a demon. Was it really wrong?

If it was wrong, you didn't want to be right.

He captured your lips with his. He fisted your jacket and brought you as close to his body as he could. Your hands fumbled across his body. He was pretty chiseled with pecs and faint abs on the cusp of being something straight out of a porno. Your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself against him as your lips moved in tangent. Your teeth clicked against each others by accident a few times from how rough he was using your poor mouth. You could taste blood starting to linger into the kiss, traces of hearty iron tainting your tongues as he greedily drank you up like he was some vampire.

His tongue rolled over your lips before forcing them apart himself, not caring for you to allow him in. You've already sealed that fate. His tongue was warm and wet and eager to explore. He loved to explore your mouth, eagerly fighting with your tongue as you moaned softly into the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the hair that tickled at his shoulders, earning you a fierce growl from the demon as his claws sank into you more.

When he grew tired of your mouth, he parted from it and trailed his tongue down your jaw to your neck. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your jugular, lapping at your pulse and nosed at the column of your throat. He inhaled your scent like he could get high off of the smell alone before licking at it again with that tongue of his. Oh Astrals, what you want him to do with that tongue alone.

He pressed hot kisses to your throat right where your pulse was the strongest, each kiss getting rougher than the last until he finally sank his sharp teeth into your delicate skin. You cried, sinking your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself against him as your knees wobbled and threatened to give out under your weight.

Your head rolled back and smacked against your wall when his tail teased at your sex, pressing firmly against the swollen flesh, teasing at the wet spot that was slowly growing in the crotch of your pants.

His teeth unlatched from your throat and he nosed at your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and smirked.

"You're already hot and bothered and I've just been kissing you," he purred in your ear. "So eager for me."

"Please," you whimpered.

Your hands caressed up his ashen neck, toying with his locks of soft black hair.

"What do you want? Tell me."

"Please, just fuck me already. Please?"

He pinned you to the bed, his clawed hand wrapped around your jaw as he hovered above you. His palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and pants. His eyes were wild, his teeth bared. He looked like a wild animal.

"You're very interesting for a human," he thought out loud, "I think I'll keep you around when I'm done here."

Your clothes were suddenly missing from your person, your skin chilled and your body hair stood up on its ends at the sudden loss of protection. Your cheeks lit aflame under his intense gaze, heat crawling up your face as your mind grew slightly embarrassed from the whole situation. Your hands tried to cover at your nude body, shying away from his sight as you turned your head away as the demon’s eyes lavished over your perfect form. He batted your hands away, clawed fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them away, planting them on either side of your head as he locked eyes with you once more.

“Don’t hide from me,” his eyes lit up like neon signs you would see cutting through the darkness of downtown Insomnia.

You were hypnotized by how beautiful his eyes were, you didn’t feel his hands release your wrists until you felt them gently caressing your body. He started at your hips, squeezing at your soft flesh before he followed the curves up to your waist and soon found his claws dragging up your ribcage right to your breasts. Your nipples had already pebbled from the cold, your body felt as though it was set on fire. Your nerves crackled with life when the calloused pads of his thumbs rolled over such sensitive flesh that it had you flinching, sucking in a quick breath through your teeth.

For a demon, he was surely being gentle with you.

His hands squeezed at your breasts, his fingertips digging in deep enough to just teeter on the brink of eliciting pain but not pushing past into that threshold. He kneaded at your breasts for a minute, drawing out soft sighs and delicate moans from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. He slowly brought his head down, removing his hand that fondled with your left breast. You felt his warm breath hit your skin followed by wet warmth as he latched onto your nipple. You cried out loud, suddenly slapping a hand over your mouth as you suddenly remembered you were in a dormitory with dozens of people on your floor still bustling around you.

You felt his smirk into your tit before he nipped at the bud of your nipple. You hissed, your free hand coming down to snatch at one of his horns to tug his head even closer to you. You cried out again into your palm this time when you felt his sharp teeth gently sink into your nipple, tugging at it as he sucked at your supple skin. He growled sexually into your skin at the noises you were making.

You felt his tail caressing your thigh, slowly working its way between your legs and nudging them apart just enough for him to slot one of his knees between them. He pressed his knee right up against your throbbing cunt that was slick with your arousal.

He released your poor breast only to latch onto the other. Instead of replacing your now sore and tender breast with his hand to knead the soft skin, he instead brought it down to your aching pussy and caressed your dripping folds. You jumped at the feeling of his cold claw slowly slide against you, parting your cunt as the rough pad of his index finger rubbed at you. You groaned, digging the back of your head into the rumpled sheets below. He was careful with you still, never going too fast with your delicate skin, never drawing blood as he rubbed at your pussy with his clawed finger. He quickly added a second one, arching it just enough for the tip of his claw to scratch lightly at your cunt and pull a gasp from you before you suddenly choked on a moan. You screwed your eyes shut as a surge of something electrical shocked your entire body, your limbs suddenly going a little numb as your body twitched and trembled at the feelings he was pulling from you by just sucking at your tits and fingering you as best as he could.

He pulled away from your breast and looked up at your face when he felt you look away, your grip on his horn almost faltered, sliding down the curved base until you moved your hand to grasp lightly at his dark locks.

“Look at me,” he growled darkly. He quickened his pace with your cunt. You felt your legs start to tremble, your core start to tighten, you didn’t have much longer. “Look at me when you cum.”

His voice sounded more demonic at that statement. You loved the sense of danger that washed over your senses. Your eyes shot open despite your eyelids pulling with exhaustion and made eye contact with his galactic eyes. They bore into you, read your entire soul as though it was an open book.

You came suddenly on his fingers, eyes squeezing shut again only for a brief second as your vision went white. Your body shook and locked up, your hands clung to his body burning hot with desire. Your eyes fluttered open once more when you felt his fingers massaging deep into you before he pulled away. You watched as he sat back on his haunches and stared at his two fingers covered in your sweet nectar, the clear and thick fluid clinging to his skin as it shined in the low lighting in your dorm. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and lapped at them, his sharp tongue tasting your sweet orgasm with a satisfied groan, his eyes shutting as he enjoyed how perfect you tasted. Once he had licked his fingers clean of you, he opened his eyes and looked down at you still trembling from your climax.

“You taste so divine,” he praised. “I could eat you out for days on end and never get tired of how perfect you taste to me.”

His eyes lazily looked down at your cunt now slick with what remained of your climax before he looked back up at you.

“Please,” you whimpered pitifully.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked coyly.

“Fuck me. Please?”

You saw his sharp teeth when he smiled devilishly at you.

His pants were quickly discarded and your eyes went wide at the side of his cock. Would that even fit? Your thighs tried to close themselves on instinct, your body in sudden shock at how hung he was. Why did it surprise you so? He was a demon after all.

He climbed over you, his clawed hands snatched at the sheets on either side of your head as he brought his trim waist down close to yours. You flinched when you felt the head of his cock press against your folds and parted them with ease. He dragged his cock along your sweet little cunt, lathering his head with as much of your spilled climax as he could until you felt a tap at your passageway.

He connected his lips to yours, swallowing your cries when he thrusted into you. Your hands snatched at his shoulders, nails biting into his hot skin as his cock speared right into you. You felt so horribly full with just the little bit he had pressed into you, your walls stretched so painfully yet so deliciously that you craved more. He sank his hips down as low as he could before he bottomed out inside of you. You screamed against his lips, cried into the cavity of his mouth as his tongue explored yours when you felt his head tap at your cervix.

He suddenly broke the kiss to snatch at your ankles. He gave you no time to adjust and prepare, he gave you no warning as to what he was about to do. He suddenly brought your knees up to your chest as he held your ankles up over your head as far as they would go. He spread your legs apart and sat up straight, towering over you as he pressed himself almost completely into you. Your head craned back, mouth hung open as you moaned out loud. You didn’t care who heard you at this point.

He gave you very little time to prepare before he started thrusting at an inhuman pace. His hips smacked against yours, his heavy balls slapped against you, his cock stretched you out to the point you thought your poor cunt would tear. You were once again teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain and you were living for it.

His claws sank into your ankles just enough for blood to start to bead at the marks he left behind. He kept his eyes on you as he fucked you like an animal. They were full of lust and drank up your sinful desires like his life depended on it.

“Fuck! You feel so good-” he panted between thrusts. “I’m not letting you out of my life.”

“Please! Ah- I- fuck,” you struggled to catch a breath.

Your legs strained uncomfortably at the stretch he was forcing. Your knees being tucked up to your chin left little room for you to breathe.

“I’m gonna cum inside of you, make you mine,” he snarled down at you through bared fangs.

You could feel his abs twitching with his thrusts, you could feel his cock harden and flinch inside of your velvety walls.

You came apart once again, your walls fluttering against his cock as you cried out loud. It felt as though the air had been punched out from your lungs, it felt as though your mind was hit with a flashbang.

His thrusts became sloppy and harsh. With every thrust, he growled and snarled and moaned. He suddenly latched a hand onto your jaw and forced you to look at him. His galactic gaze made the heavy feeling in your chest grow all warm and fuzzy.

“What are you?” he snarled.

“Yours,” you whispered back. “I’m yours.”

He thrusted harshly into you one last time before he suddenly came inside of you. He roared, throat flexing as his larynx bobbed. He shot thick, hot ropes of cum right into your waiting womb, painting the poor thing white as he filled you until you were full. He refused to leave you at first, he loved the euphoric feeling of how your walls milked him for everything he had. You groaned softly at how full you felt, and the demon above you shushed you softly, slowly dropping your legs down as his cum started to drip from your abused cunt.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #noctis caelum x reader #noctis x reader

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Hi there! Is your Arthur x siren! a repost? I swear I’ve read it before? I was excited when I saw it just now, thinking it was the next chapter. But I remember this.

it is

im reposting stuff from the old blog here because the old blog will be deleted on may 1st

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Question! How do you distinguish sirens from merfolk in your stories?

I grew up without the whole little mermaid schpiel

It always just kind stuck itself in my head that sirens and merfolk were kind of the same thing just with a few different things?

My dad was in the navy for 30 years and would always tell me jokingly that he saw both (English isn't his native language) so it always just remained that both were kind of the same.

Like how some people see werewolves as either a person turning into an actual wolf or a person turning into a bipedal wolfman

This was also the original ask on the old blog

They said mermaid/siren reader so I just went with whatever.

Sorry for the confusion.

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Siren Songs: Arthur Morgan x Siren!Reader

You sneered at the outlines of the men before you, your nails scratching faint lines into the thick glass. Your tail thrashed in the water, kicking up the dirt that sat thick at the bottom. The water tasted odd, like metal had been rusting in it for years, it didn’t taste clean. It made your skin start to ache.

You missed the taste of the sea.

Even in your deepest of dreams, you could still taste the salt on your skin and smell the brine that pooled beneath your body. How long had it been since you and your friends were snatched up from the sea? Years?

You glared at the men who had their backs to you, making sure to avoid eye contact as they laughed and regaled at how much money they had made off of you all. You could still feel the eyes of what looked to be thousands of people staring at you from beyond the thick glass and murky water you were all kept in.

They always made sure to keep the lid on tight, lest another “accident” happens and you all drown and maim another one of their men.

They had made a stop for the night, settling in some little town riddled with filth if the water they had rehomed you in was any clue. They had stashed your tanks in a stable amongst the four-legged beasts they call horses. Your heart tugged; Some of them were in the same shit show you were in: Forced to perform for the masses because of how different you were from humans. At least they could taste fresh air and even fresher waters.

Your eyes remained pinned on the men before you, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose when one would turn to look at you before laughing with his “pals” only for them all to erupt in laughter.

“Come away from there,” one of your friends called. “It’ll do you no good just staring at them like that.”

A bitter taste settled at the back of your throat as you finally let go of the glass.

Just as you turned to swim towards your friends, the stable doors suddenly were yanked open.

“Dutch, are ya sure ye know what yer doin’?” Arthur didn’t even look over to the other men to his side.

He drew his bandana over his nose and unholstered his revolver as the older man just chuckled.

“Arthur, my boy, think of how much money we’d be gettin’ from this! In no time, we’ll be off in T-”

“Arthur’s right,” Hosea piped up. Dutch shot him a look. “They are dangerous creatures. They’ll think we’re just like their captors. One wrong move and we’re all goners.”

“It’s too late to back out now.”

Dutch unholstered his own revolver and started towards the stable that shockingly wasn’t very guarded.

Arthur followed close behind, eyeing the carts holding dangerous wild animals who eyed them all like they were walking hunks of meat ripe for eating. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of that damned lion for Margaret that nearly took him down for good. Arthur snuck around the carts with Lenny and John while Dutch, Hosea and Micah took to the front.

A few shots rang out before Arthur and the others raced towards the front doors, already seeing a few bodies on the floor while Dutch had the rest getting on their knees.

“What is it? Money? We can give ya money!” one of the men pleaded.

They were all dressed nicely, better than anyone he’s ever seen in Saint Denis. They had to be from somewhere like New York City with clothes like that; Rich silks that were getting dirty from kneeling on the grimy floorboards covered in horse dung and God knows what else.

“Although ‘m honored for the offer, you fellows have somethin’ else I’ve had my eye on for awhile now,” Dutch smirked.

“Take it! It’s yours! Just let us go!” another of the men pleaded.

“Where are you fellows keepin’ the sirens?”

All of their eyes widened at the question.

“Wh- You can’t! They’re our star attraction!”

Dutch cocked the revolver and pressed it against the man’s forehead, the poor bastard was sweating through his expensive linens to the point where he could smell that pompous aftershave and cologne from where he stood.

“I ain’t askin’ again, gentlemen. The sirens?”

“There’s a wagon there,” Micah sneered, motioning towards the back of the stable with his gun. “What’s in it?”

Just the look on Micah’s face made Arthur want to silence him. Hell, everything Micah did made him want to shoot him dead where he stood.

“Arthur, go check it out,” Dutch motioned to the wagon.

Arthur swallowed thickly but slowly peeled away from the rest of the group. He was careful to step towards the wagon, noticing right away on how huge it was and especially how odd-looking it was. It was the same maroon wood with gold accents and wheels locked into place, but instead of large iron bars to keep whatever is in, it was thick glass.

With a lot of scratches on the inside.

Arthur stepped closer, noticing how murky the water was and how it was pushed back into the darkest corner of the stable away from the horses. The water must have felt so cold and disgusting.

At first, he didn’t see anything in the large tank.

And then he saw multiple pairs of eyes cutting through the darkness. Various shades of colors, but the pair of yellow eyes in the front stuck out to him the most. They were judging him, eyeing him up on whether he was prey to them or a predator. He couldn’t blame them, especially after how long those poor things have been in captivity. It made his heart twist in his ribs.

Dutch had been following this entire thing since Blackwater. It was his next big thing besides all of the other “plans” he had in that odd head of his. He was going to steal the sirens from this traveling circus and pawn them off to the highest bidder.

Dutch came up behind Arthur with a lantern in hand and gun ready in the other. His eyes widened at the sight of multiple eyes glowing the in the murky water and raised the lantern to the glass.

The entire pack of them flinched away from the light, but he really only got a good look at the one in front with the yellow eyes. Their scales had started to lose their color so long ago, there was just a faint trace of blue in the dull scales. Overgrown claws that had been neglected, a long tail curled and twisting the water, a wide fin that had little tears at the ends. He could only imagine how the others looked.

It was cruel to keep them in such disgusting conditions.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dutch gawked. “Let’s get ‘em outta here and back to camp.”

It was late at night when Arthur left the confines of his tent, staring at the tank wagon at the edge of camp and started towards it with a lit lantern in hand. He saw the bodies in the water all huddled together, clinging to the edges on the tank fast asleep. Except for you.

Upon feeling eyes on the tank, your own parted and stared Arthur down as he walked up, a fire lit under his ass and burned him with determination. He saw you tail thrash a bit in the water, your claws sank a bit into the lip of the tank, the gills on your throat flared. You were trying to intimidate him, to drive him away; Yet you didn’t use your voice to do so.

“Why are you here?” your eyes narrowed.

He mulled over his words, his eyes pinned to yours in a hypnotic trance.

“‘M sorry.” Your eyes widened just a bit, your grip on the edge of the tank lessened. “I know you all’ve been through a lot. Made out to be some monsters, gettin’ looked like yer freaks. It ain’t fair to you all.”

He doesn’t know how long the silence enveloped you both. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; But you softened up and finally let go of your death grip on the tank and freely floated on the water’s surface.

“You’re not… afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

Arthur’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The way your inhuman eyes searched his, the way the sun shimmered off of your dull scales. It made his stomach flutter in an odd way.

“‘M gonna get ya out of this mess.”

#red dead redemption #rdr #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader

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Recover: Cole Cassidy x Reader

Everything was in ruins. Everything was destroyed, up in flames and smoke. The once proud, Overwatch banner fluttering in the Swiss wind is now ash. You were one of the lucky ones returning from fighting, even luckier to miss watching the explosion happen.

Countless dead, many more lying in rows of rooms in the now overcrowded hospital in the next city over.

In the chaos and panic, it was only another stab at Ceaser’s back to know both Strike Commander Morrison and Blackwatch Commander Reyes were both missing, Moira O'Deorain as well. Even in these tragic times, the leaders were missing, gone from the wreckage.

You felt numb, only watching on as the death toll rose overnight in the hospital. No time to grieve, as soon as you all started to weep for one, three more followed soon.

But even in these tragic times, it was warming to see those recover quickly. Genji Shimada of the Blackwatch division was one of them, only needing replacement parts welded back onto him before he too roamed the rooms with you.

But you both found yourselves hanging around one room in particular.

Cole’s room.

It was puppy love, really, but you couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again with how he complimented you. Those tips of his hats to you, all of the little gestures, the growling southern drawl, the winking… Even throughout the chaos of what was Overwatch and Blackwatch, you both found time to… get to know each other better.

He made you feel all fuzzy inside, warm and happy in the cruel world of war you all were forced into. But now, as you look over his body lying lifelessly in the hospital bed, you felt hollow.

His left forearm had been completely blown off, the elbow missing completely. Shattered ribcage and gashes that had him stitched up worse than old children’s toys. His right knee already prepped to have metal implanted later today as his kneecap was missing.

His once hearty tan now pale under the unforgiving hospital lights. Dark circles under his eyes made him look like the undead. All of the bruising and scratches only hurt you the more you looked at them.

You refused to leave his side when you could stay, only really leaving to help out or when he was wheeled back in for more time under the knife. Genji, Ana, Angela and Reinhardt would always walk in on you, clutching Cole’s right hand as you furiously tried to stay awake, wanting to be there when he woke up.

That’s where you were right now, sat in the uncomfortable chair, hunched over onto the hospital bed, elbows digging into the thin mattress as you kept your head up with one hand as the other was linked with Cole’s. It was hard to keep your aching eyes open, the monotone beeping of the machines had started to lull you to sleep once, earning you a mark on the forehead from when your elbows gave out and your head smacked the railing on the bed.

Genji had dropped by earlier, sat with you for a bit in silence before being called away by Angela needing to tune up his cybernetics.

You only perked up as the door opened once more.

Ana had walked in, looking at you gently before looking back at Cole.

“They have his arm’s blueprints ready. Torbjorn is making it now,” she offered, smiling softly at you. You only nodded your head slightly, covering your mouth as you yawned. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“I don’t know,” you stated. “I wanna be here when he wakes up.”

“What good will that do? You’ve already hit your head once from not sleeping, it could be something worse soon.”

“Ana, I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse sleep-deprived.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can’t stay up with coffee and force. You need rest.

Please.” She stayed silent for just a moment. “Cole would want you to.”

Just the mention of his name brought tears to your eyes. You sniffed and sat back in the chair, never unlinking your fingers from his hand.

“I’ll nap in a bit.”

“(Y/N),” she warned.

Damn her motherly tone.

“One more hour. And then I’ll rest.”

Ana sighed, knowing full and well that in one hour, you would be defying your promise and staying up, waiting patiently for Cole to wake up. Without saying another word, she left the room, leaving you to near silence.

You had no idea how much time had passed, most likely another two hours before the door opened again. It was Ana again, Reinhardt behind her, no doubt the muscle if you refused and latched yourself onto the bed as to not go.

“You’re still up,” she noted.

You felt awful, you were exhausted but you didn’t want to sleep without knowing Cole will be alright. So many things could go wrong in your sleep. You couldn’t bear to know that you weren’t there as he died.

“Come on, (Y/n),” Reinhardt stepped out of the way of the door, “it is time to rest.”

Knowing the German soldier would not leave this room without you in tow, you gave up. Defeated, you finally let go of Cole’s hand and stood on quaking feet. They both smiled, knowing you would finally sleep and take care of yourself.

They both stepped outside into the hallway, allowing you to look over Cole once more from his scruffy hair and sunken face to his pale, clammy body that was mostly hidden beneath the hospital sheets.

As you stepped after the two, you stopped and coiled up at the softest groan, fearing that it was just a hallucination. But as you looked to Ana and Reinhardt, their wide eyes were confirmation that you weren’t hearing things.

You practically flung yourself back into your seat, grasping at Cole’s hand, crying as you saw his eyelids flutter and split open just a bit. You heaved and sobbed, suddenly breaking apart as he gently squeezed your trembling hands, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye.

#overwatch fanfiction #cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #cassidy x reader #jesse mccree #mccree x reader

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Struggles: Bigby Wolf x Deputy!Reader

Despite that it had happened centuries ago, the problem always seemed to manifest itself and show the ugly side to the situation. Even centuries of forcing it away, snuffing out his senses with cheap cigarettes that burn his nose dry to the point of bleeding and alcohol that does nothing but numb his mind to the whispers and taunts of what laid inside if him, Bigby never really showed his struggle with what was inside of him.

You had only heard of him losing his mind and going complete ape shit during the whole Crooked Man ordeal, when bloody Mary and the Tweedles ganged up on him in an alley by the Puddin’ & Pie. That had resulted in the death of one of the twins, you couldn’t remember which one nor did you really care.

But he had always been kept on a very tight, very short leash ever since you had all been forced from your homes. It was tough for him, agonizing as he had to learn what it was like to be… well, what he is now.

It was a mistake, you had heard Cole say to Snow as you came to drop off some paperwork. You honestly had no idea how Bigby had came to be what he is today, you had assumed it was just another glamour that most Fables had to get. But to your shock, you listened in by the closed door.

‘I’m starting to doubt that the werewolf blood in Bigby’s system is not a good idea anymore,’ King Cole had said.

You narrowed your eyes and held the folder closer to you. You had decided enough was enough and you would ask Bigby what they meant by it. They said nothing when you knocked and walked in like you never heard anything.

But even as you stood in Bigby’s apartment, he lit up a cigarette and laid against the cushions of his chair.

“In order for me to become Sheriff here, King Cole and Snow made a plan to stab me with a blade covered in werewolf’s blood so I wouldn’t need a glamour.”

“And that’s why you have those other forms?”

He nodded, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

That conversation sat in the back of your mind since then. But now, it seemed to haunt you. Both of you, really.

You both were starting to learn that Bigby, in fact, needed a glamour and not fucking blood in his system and whatever shit witches gave to Cole and Snow hundreds of years ago.

Bigby had told you that when it first happened, it only really started out with anger and fits of rage, times he would black out and wake up in the woods naked. And then as time progressed, he slowly was able to control himself and resist his urges, however, he was made a slave to the full moon every month until he was able to resist that too.

But now, neither of you know why it’s starting to happen, but Bigby was starting to react to the full moons once more. It was just minor changes at first, neither of you noticed until Snow had walked in with a call. Bigby’s teeth had a point to them, sharper than usual.

The next full moon, his facial hair had seemed to grow in thicker. Bigby usually shaves twice a day - once when he wakes up and once before he passes out - but despite just shaving nearly three hours ago, you had arrived back to work to see him scratching at thick and dark stubble.

The next full moon, his arms and chest had followed suit with his facial hair, set thicker and longer.

Then his temper had flared up the next full moon. It nearly turned violent when Bluebeard decided it would be a good idea to tempt fate and poke a sleeping bear… well, in this case, it would be a wolf. Bigby had him by the collar of his shirt, snarling, wolfish features quickly and easily sprouting without a second thought.

And now, you stood outside his door, wondering if you should really be here right now. You knew he was in there, Snow had told you so when you came back to the office to see it was locked up with Bigby nowhere to be seen.

Should you really be here? He probably wants to be left alone…

You could spot the lights were on under the door and you could hear him lumber around his apartment building, cursing to himself and groaning.

But he was your partner, and you knew he knew you were out here. If he didn’t want you here, he would have made that apparent by now.

You raised a hand to knock on the door, shocking yourself when you found it unlocked and slowly opening upon each knock. You slowly pushed it open further, poking your head into his apartment.

Your body chilled. For once, it didn’t overwhelmingly smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol like it did the last few full moons, but it smelled cleaner… at least as clean as it could be. Bigby was not in his living room nor the bathroom when you peered over to the door, and rarely did Bigby ever go to his bedroom.

All that was left was the kitchen.

You slowly opened the door just enough to slip through, eyeing the kitchen through the archway to still as you saw him standing there.

Broad back to you, hulking weight barely contained by the tight clothing from earlier, you could spy a mixture of ash and russet hair poking above the collar of his shirt as well as what was exposed of his forearms and hands. His shoes had been ditched by the kitchen archway, you spied his feet had now become very hair with long black claws at the end of each toe.

“Bigby?”

He barely turned his head to look at you over his shoulder in acknowledgment, softly gasping when his acidic yellow eyes practically froze you in place from where you stood in his living room. Even in their majestic beauty, you could still feel the tension radiating off of him. He was a dangerous man when pushed far enough, but you knew - despite the werewolf blood coursing through his veins - that he was struggling to stay Bigby.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby wolf x reader #bigby x reader #bigby wolf

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heyo, I just wanted to pop in and say from one bigby wolf writer to another. I appreciate you, you inspire me, and your take on him is chef's kiss.

Cannot wait to read more! Hope you have a great one!

oh ho ho

send me the links >:)

also thank you pookie, this man never gets enough love and it's my sworn right to make it happen

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A Potion in Moonlight: Ignis Scentia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Self-deprecating thoughts, gentle sex, dick riding

Jealousy bubbled in your stomach like the contents inside of a cauldron, steamy bitterness clogging your throat and self-esteem venting out of any open hole. Your eyes slowly dropping from the crowds surging through Lestallum streets to your feet, following everyone’s feet instead of looking where you were actually heading.

Being surrounded in Lestallum by big, brilliant, beautiful and powerful women was sure to dampen your mood. You felt so small, so weak, so fragile and so exposed as if all of your flaws were worn on your arm. You hated this feeling swelling in your chest. Your cheeks flared and burned up with jealousy, tears threatening to at your eyes.

Six, it felt like a million needles were stabbing right into your eyes.

Why were you here? Why were you with them? Why was someone like you placed on this mission? How did King Regis look at you and ask you to travel with the prince and company?

You felt so honored at the time, but now, you feel as though this is just a scam to show you how worthless you really are.

You could feel gazes on you, burning your skin with their glares, whispers mulling your ears, your heart pounding against your chest. You felt dizzy. You felt sick.

“(Y/n), are you feeling alright?” Ignis suddenly asked, cutting through your inner breakdown.

You looked up, eyes probably bloodshot and nose threatening to leak with your lips parted. Ignis stood before you - the three others behind him, offering content smiles - green eyes shooting right through you, only making you want to bury yourself deep underground and never come out.

You felt ashamed to be under his gaze, looking at you as if he were a disappointed mother.

Instead of offering him a direct answer, Ignis instead pulling off one of his driving gloves to press it to your forehead, then cheeks respectively. He hummed, slipped back on his glove and nodded towards the hotel you all were staying in.

“A small fever perhaps. Best we get you to bed for some rest,” he hummed contently. “Perhaps Jared will know what may be wrong with you if you wish?”

“I…” you breathed out, only to find yourself unable to confess your feelings in front of everyone. So, you only nodded. “Sure. Maybe.”

Ignis reached down without second thought and pulled on your hand, tugging you towards the hotel with the three others leading.

Your hand burned. It didn’t belong in his hand, you didn’t belong with him. You hated how you wanted to rip your hand away, coil up in the darkness and never come out. You wanted to hide from the world. You didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t deserve him.

A cold rush of air made you wince before you found yourself in the lobby of the hotel. Your feet never stopped to enjoy the nice ocean blue painted walls or the nice white marble floors that were waxed to perfection, you were just pulled to the elevator and were taken directly back to your room.

You all had split two rooms, yourself and Ignis is one room while Gladio, Noctis and Prompto took the other…

At least you had some privacy, in case you did have a breakdown in front of Ignis. Six, you already felt like you were able to breakdown right about now.

“Just lay down love, I’ll be there in just a moment,” Ignis purred softly in your ear, squeezing your shoulders gently.

Ignis never entered the room, instead only joining the three in their room to probably snag a potion if your “sickness” were to turn sour. Your stomach twisted in knots as you looked at the light gray curtains, wanting to flow freely in the warm breeze, but the sealed windows didn’t give in to their wishes. The sun outside burned your eyes, your fingers moved on their own to snatch at the curtains and forcefully snap them shut, allowing them to dance as they slid closed, barring any sunlight to pour into the room.

You turned to the bed, sitting down on your usual side of the bed, back turned to the door. You didn’t lie down though, you just sat there, elbows on your knees, head down as you waited for Ignis’ return.

Maybe talking with him will help? He always appreciated when you were 100% honest with him, so this should be no different… Right? The cold, icy claws of guilt and worry started to creep up your spine, your thoughts clouding over to give in to their desires.

What if he sees you as a burden? A waste of time? What if he realizes that you are just acting like a spoiled child and leave you? What if they all get tired and leave you behind? Here in Lestallum?

You swore you could feel bile bubbling at the back of your throat.

The creak of the door opening made you open your eyes, realizing that your head was in your hands.

“Love, I know you aren’t sick,” Ignis sighed softly. The door closed behind him, you could hear his pointed, strong footsteps slowly walk off the hardwood floors onto the lush rug under the bed. “But I do know that you are unwell.” Ignis soon entered your vision out of the corner of your eye. He had a potion in hand that would go to no use now, so he set it next to him when he sat down. “Talk to me. Open up those locked doors to let me see and let me in.”

“I…” you whispered. You shook, started to tremble, body jerking when Ignis placed a calm hand on your back to rub soothing circles on your clothed skin. “I…” you whimpered, now sniffling.

“Kitten, there is no need to be so anxious. I’m here, I will not leave you,” he hummed.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you cried, finally opening the waterworks and letting the floodgates open.

Ignis was shocked at your sudden outburst, now kneeling before you and placing his firm hands on your knees while you cried into your hands.

“My love, please. What do you mean? Of course, you should be here. You belong with us, here.”

“No, I don’t Ignis.” You ripped your face away from your hands to look at him. His face softened when he saw yours coated with tears. “I’m not good enough to stand next to you or Prompto or Gladio, I shouldn’t even be in the Crownsguard.”

“(Y/n),” he murmured, his face painted with agony and sorrow.

“I don’t even know why I was appointed to be the healer of this group,” you sniffled, finally looking at the plush faux fur floor. “I don’t… I can’t grasp how-”

“Stop,” Ignis ordered. Your lips parted in shock, your eyes burning as you looked back up at your lover to see his face contorted int disappointment. His lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows arched defensively, nostrils threatening to flare, his green eyes making you feel like a misbehaving child that will get a scolding soon. “You belong here. You belong with us on the road to Altissia, you belong on this mission to help bring peace, you belong with me.” Ignis stood up, his thin figure looming over you, his shadow not feeling cold and unforgiving like you expected, but warm and inviting. Your lips trembled and quivered, your head following him on his journey up straight. “You deserve to be happy, love.”

His gentle hands cupped your jaw, thumbs rolling along your cheekbones and tracing the grooves in your cheeks to your chin. He brushed the hair from your eyes, wiped away the sticky tears matted to your face with the pads of his thumbs.

“Ignis,” you mumbled.

“Darling, I love you,” he sighed, tears brimming his own eyes. “Please, love, always know that.”

Ignis’ cheeks started to dust pink, his own lips trembling before he leaned down to press his lips to yours. Ignis’ hands shook on your jaw, quickly latching onto your back and grabbing handfuls of your clothing with rocking hands.

His hands guided your hips along his shaft, nails biting into your bare flesh as you yourself clawed at his bare chest. A soft moan pierced through you, the coil inside of you tightened, heat dripping through you like fire. Ignis winced, groaning and bucking his hips up, into nether lips, stretching you more.

You felt so full, your eyes lulling to the back of your head. You tilted your head back, hands clinging to Ignis’ shoulders as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. Guttural moans, soft groans, and sharp gasps punctured through you.

Sweat matted hair clung to your face, your eyes closed, mouth agape.

The moonlight shined through the open window, light gray curtains finally fluttering and dancing in the warm Lestallum breeze. You could hear the sounds of the city in the night: Heels and boots on sidewalks, the distant beats of underground clubs, the power plant coming to life every now and again before silencing into a monotone hum. The pale moonlight shined through, illuminating the blanket of sweat that covered both of you.

It was peaceful, lulling you both into a deeper sense of calm despite the growing tensions inside both of you.

“(Y/n),” Ignis wheezed, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“I-Ignis.”

The headboard of the bed faintly pounded against the wall, soft thuds filling the room between your gasps and groans and moans. You were sure the three could hear what you were doing, but you knew they had no mind to 

Your hands moved from Ignis’ body to your, fingertips brushing over the delicate skin of the hickies and splotches left on your soft flesh, each one sensitive to your touch, fingers twitching and face flinching in pleasure as Ignis’ hands rose slowly from your hips to your breasts. He gently squeezed the underside of your breasts, fingertips digging into the squishy flesh.

“(Y/n),” Ignis moaned louder, the plush pillow under his head creeping over the sides of his face.

“Ig-Iggy!”

The headboard started to pound a litter harder, soft thuds now becoming obvious harsher thuds. They wouldn’t wake a normal sleeper, but light sleepers around you were probably annoyed now.

You faintly heard the three snickering in their room, your eyes glaring at the wall behind you only to shirek softly, grabbing your own flesh and hunching over. You felt yourself come undone on his cock, Ignis only whimpering and whining as he slowly pumped his penis in and out of you. You could feel his length twitching and shuddering inside of you.

He was close.

You uncurled your back, eyeing his seductively before pushing a strand of sweaty hair away from your face. Your other hand came down to his tight abdomen starting to slowly become slippery with your slick running down the length of his cock. He was whining, grasping at whatever he could to get off. You, your breasts, your hips, and soon the sheets coated in your mixed sweat until he found himself bucking up harshly into you, warmth pooling and coating your insides white. You cried out, head tilting back and mouth agape while Ignis moaned hoarsely below you.

You collapsed on top of Ignis, rolling over until your head was against his chest, you face pointing towards the cool breeze brushing against your heated skin. It felt divine against your sensitive skin.

A ray of moonlight shined through the open window, and through your fatigued gaze over the rise and fall of Ignis’ firm chest, you could see the potion glinting beautifully in the soft light. You found yourself quickly lulling to sleep, the sound of Ignis’ slowing heartbeat and the calm sound of the city outside were just perfect enough for you to shut your eyes, and breathe in the scents of your lover beside you, nuzzling your nose into his chest and finally passing out.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #ignis scentia x reader

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Let Me Reward You: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, cock riding, gentle sex

You could smell the stress clouding in the air, the stench of sweat and of anxiety and of thinning nerves and dried blood on his knuckle certainly did not mix well with the stench of those cheap cigarettes he continues to smoke nearly every hour on the dot. Exhaustion, fatigue, overloaded nerves and senses, all could be felt by just touching the front door to the small apartment.

If you could even call it that…

But to him - to Bigby - he called it home. He’s called it home for decades, for as long as the Woodlands stood tall in the chaos that was Fabletown, the city in the hidden asscrack of Manhattan. It was his safe place away from the world outside, despite the door to his apartment seems to be pounded on nearly every hour when he’s not in his paper-crowded office. It’s so bad that the phone had to be taken off of the rotary stand, to block out the bullshit that comes across his desk for when he gets home.

It’s hard being the only law enforcement in the town.

You would always see him after a grueling day, how he would trudge into his apartment with stacks of folders tucked under his arm and a newly lit cigarette between his teeth. You would see the scars along his back and shoulders and those barely sticking up from the waistband of his dress slacks, “trophies” for centuries of service. The poor man barely slept four hours max every night before the Crooked Man came up, and now he barely gets three.

You could see the man slowly wuthering in his blue recliner, scribbling away on notepads and files.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept in your bed?”

“Haven’t ever since I bought the mattress.”

That answer haunts you, but, you have proven successful in getting him into bed some nights.

You peered up at the front door opening, noting Bigby’s return with a gentle hum. You placed down a newly organized case file back down on the little round table.

Bigby halted, then looked at you through the corner of his eye, burning cigarette nearly down to his lips. He squinted.

He could smell it. Your perfume, specifically the one you put on when it comes to times like these. You knew him so well by this point in your engagement that you know what smells help set in the mood. He knew the smell well, able to pick out the sleek and sexy bottle from the dark.

Vanilla and rum with a touch of wildflowers.

And then, Bigby had started to notice the clothes you had decided to lounge in.

A black lace bra, holding tight against the curves of your breasts, barely hiding your nipples as the underwire pushed up the cleavage. Little jewels sitting along the lace barely keeping your breasts in order, silver, shining like little full moons in the dim lighting of his apartment. A matching set of lace panties sat high on your waist, leaving little to the imagination when it came to your behind. And sitting right where your belly button should be sat a little silver bow, so small, it was nearly impossible to weave (for Mundies, that is).

“(Y/n),” he murmured.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been stressed lately.” You stood up from the worn wooden chair to stand before him. You eyed the stack tucked under his arm, surprised slightly by how small it was tonight. “You’ve been doing so much, I thought someone should let you know you need to let go.”

Bigby put out the cigarette bud into a spare ashtray and set the folders down next to your organized report.

“You spoil me too much,” Bigby snickered.

You placed your hands on his stiff shoulders. You could feel how locked up he was, all of the knots in his shoulder muscles and you could only assume it was worse everywhere else.

“You deserve this, you know,” you purred, digging your thumbs under his wrinkled dress shirt and into his tangled muscles. You were surprised by the low, longing growl that left Bigby’s lips, but you continued. “You deserve love, Bigby. Love and kindness and happiness.” Bigby placed both hands on the table, not wanting to move. You knew what he was thinking. “I don’t care what others say when they look at you, or what they say to you. You deserve so much for what you do for everyone, and it’s horrible people treat you like a pest.” You got close to his ear, feeling him give into the massaging of his tense shoulders. “Let me love you,” you murmured in his ear.

You loved how he just came apart under you, how he gave into you.

He whined, clawing at the sheets bundled about his head, writhing in pleasure. Sweat shined on his body, his body glistening against the soft light illuminating off of a nearby end table lamp. Heated skin gave off to thick, coarse body hair that seemed to struggle keeping in the rest of the hair lying inside of him. You could feel his heart beating erratically beneath your hands placed over his chest, fingers slotted between his hollowed ribs.

Russet hair splayed out from behind his head, sticking to his face and neck. His face had reddened as he winced at your muscles clenching around his thick girth.

He growled, exhaling, you could see the yellow glow of his eyes against the sheets and the teeth in his mouth now more full, but he made no move to take control.

You raised and lowered yourself down the length of his cock, moaning and throwing your head back to cry out from how deliciously Bigby’s dick filled you up.

You looked at Bigby with half-lidded eyes, noting how he looked at you with such longing before he winced and gasped, clawing at the sheets as you continued to thrust yourself along his length. You could hear him tearing at the sheets with those sharp nails of his, but that situation was for after you both came.

Bigby’s hands flew from the sheets twirled around his large hands to your hips, fingernails digging into your ass, helping you thrust against him. Your shoulders gave out, your hands slipped from Bigby’s broad chest to lay on either side of his head, elbows quaking and you fisted the sheets, your back curling over him.

Hungry lips captured one another, Bigby’s large hands ghosted along your naked spine, nails biting into the sweaty skin and grabbing at your hair as you quickened your pace, thrusting yourself along his dick at a leg-quivering pace.

You felt like your legs would give out before either you or Bigby came, your eyes rolled into the back of your head with a few flutters of your eyelids.

“I love you-” you cut yourself off with a lewd moan and curled your back to dip even further into the thrust -“so much Bigby.”

Bigby had busied himself with your breasts, kissing them like he was worshipping a goddess, soft nips and longing hot kisses in between your soft breasts.

“I-” he growled, twitching and panting as he found himself reaching his climax quickly -“love you.”

You could feel him, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Each growl and grunt he made shot right through you, shivering, you could feel your own climax starting to ramp up. You cried out, making each thrust last, rolling your hips and grinding against the base of his cock, you chased your climaxes.

You quickly threw your head back and cried out just as Bigby snatched at your back and sank his claws into your hips, both of you crying.

Everything went white for a moment as you body recoiled and sank, feeling tired all too quickly as white-hot seed spilled into you.

Bigby hummed, helping you lie down on the scratched up sheets. It was his turn to take care of you now, and the look in his eyes teased you, implying a second round would be in order.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby x reader #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf

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Full Moon Debauchery: Werewolf!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Werewolf sex, vaginal licking, creampies

He towered above you, lumbering form close to the ceiling of your bedroom. He looked down upon you, splayed out on your back on the bed, tangled in the soft blankets. His golden eyes narrowed as he stared down every naked curve of your body from the curve of your breasts down your naked belly to your pussy teasingly hidden by one of the blankets.

A low growl emitted from deep within his chest, baring his fangs to you. You saw out of the corner of your eye his claws twitching.

He looked down at you as if you were his prey. You weren’t going to lie, you kind of were, but you knew you weren’t going to be harmed in that way. Now, harming your sleep schedule and your ability to walk in the coming days, yes if his large cock erected in front of you was a key clue.

You could see it in his eyes, he loved being this powerful, he loved completely destroying you and dominating you with his supernatural strength.

Within a blink of an eye, Cole lunged at you, ripping away the blanket that hid your pussy and spreading your legs as far apart as they would go without straining. He snatched at your ankles, so small in his large paws, his claws cold against your skin.

A wail left you as that slimy, hot, pointed tongue of his lapped at your wet little pussy. You cried, whined, mewled as your hips bucked up. Your knees trembled and tried to crush Cole’s head, but the wolfman kept your legs spread apart. You shivered in pleasure, feeling his tongue dive down the pink of your clitoris, digging into every curve and crevasse outside that it possibly could before licking upwards ever so slowly. You strained to keep the moans down, but as Cole growled for more, you moaned as a wave of pleasure rocked through your person. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your throat strained as your head arched back into the sheets. Your hair clung to your sweaty skin.

You only then snatched at the sheets when you felt his tongue slide into your passageway ever so gently. You choked, feeling the curved point tunnel through you before pulling out quickly just to do it again. You could feel the heat pressing out from him in short pants, and his cold fangs pressing against your hot skin only did you dirtier.

You yanked at the sheets to the point of tearing them slightly as your core only grew hotter and tighter. Your head rolled to the side, you started huffing and moaning with every breath as Cole only licked slower, drawing out your orgasm.

You suddenly screamed, suddenly thankful you both don’t like close to your neighbors as they would question the noises followed by Cole howling, seemingly chuffing in pleasure as he lapped up your orgasm as if it were the finest honey.

With two long licks along your throbbing pussy, Cole dropped your ankles to let them lazily bounce on the mattress.

Within a second, you were flipped over and pinned to the bed on your stomach.

Russet fur stuck to the sweat lightly coating your back, Cole sniffing the air, losing himself to the scent of you and your pulsing sex still throbbing from his tongue-fucking.

His hands snatched at your hips, forcing your knees under your waist and rocking you back so your elbows kept your back up.

He slowly licked up your neck to your ear where he growled softly.

He snapped his beastly jaws just as he thrust into you. He howled quickly, getting cut off by a snarl as his shivered at how tight you were around his thick, meaty cock. You choked and gagged, your elbows and knees nearly giving out under you by just thrusting inside of you.

Everything went white for a brief moment as Cole’s large fingers dug into your hips, claws scraping the surface, never cutting into your fragile body. He held you firmly as he slowly drug his cock out before pistoning his hips and driving it back in.

Just feeling how hollow you were from when he pulled his hips away just made you fist the sheets, your head falling down between your shoulders. Your shoulders were trembling, you were starting to mewl and softly cry out as your body went into overdrive, trying to ease the pain of your throbbing pussy as Cole slowly started to ramp up his speed.

From where it was just gentle thrusts like pulling taffy were ramping up into a well-oiled, powerful machine. He had lost himself, pushing you away by your hips only to yank you back and slam down on his dick.

You gasped and choked, lifting your ass in the air so you could feel every curve and rigid edge of him, you could feel his cock slowly stiffen harder and harder inside of you.

He snarled, arching his back and snapping his jaws in the sex-filled air. Slobber, cold and runny, landed on your back, shocking you and causing you to shiver slightly. He was a complete mess, snarling, growling, chuffing, snorting before he started whining himself. He sounds like a dog in heat with all of his yowling and whining.

Cole’s claws dug into the meat of your hips as he suddenly opened his beastly jaws and howled. It was like an explosion of hot, sticky cum inside of you.

You blanked, everything black and fuzzy for a near minute before you realized Cole had let go of your hips and you had been on your aching knees with his dick still inside of you. Instead, Cole was hovering over you, arms on either side, tongue dragging up your naked spine as he lazily thrusted into you, forcing his seed to reach every corner of your womb.

With your head resting to the side, you peered up at him through the corner of your eye to watch as he collapsed next to you.

You didn’t fail to catch that fire in his golden eyes. You shivered again as cum leaked out of you and onto the blankets below, knowing full well that he was going to repeat that process for quite some time after he caught his breath.

#overwatch fanfiction #cole cassidy x reader #cassidy x reader #werewolf!cole cassidy #cole cassidy #jesse mccree #mccree x reader #werewolf!mccree

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Big Hands: Gladiolus Amicitia x Plus-Sized!Reader (Semi-NSFW)

Contains: Implied sex at the end, self-deprecating thoughts, body image

Despite his promises, his gentle crooning and warm embraces as well as the countless times he had you wrapped around his finger, you still couldn’t get over the looks people were giving you as well as the words muttered under their breath. It was everywhere, people were everywhere, judging you, weighing you as inferior compared to the god-like being standing next to you, holding your hand firmly. You felt like crawling back under the covers of your comfy bed, to disappear from the world.

It was all the same insults and comments, over and over again. The words looming over you like you were in some stupid horror movie. It didn’t shock you all that much about how frail your confidence was.

Shattered like a broken mirror with the brick being just a jumble of words.

He would often fight back, spitting harsh threats at the people that treated you worse than hunters treated their targets. He hated how quick people would turn on others. It was revolting, that humans can be so cruel to one another without even caring.

He was always so quick to escort you away, to care for you, to fix that fragile mirror even if it meant he would cut his fingertips.

But he adored you.

Where he was hard and ridged, you were soft and delicate. He loved feeling your curves, he loved holding something that wasn’t a heavy broadsword or shield that rubbed his scratched up palms raw. He loved holding your hands and absent-mindedly playing with your chubby fingers.

It was all the better as he would always hold you tightly, stopping you from squirming.

“I’ve got big hands for a reason,” he would always grumble into your ear before pinching at the plush curve of your ass.

And he was no different tonight. He had found you sitting on the bed, back facing him. He knew what had happened, heard from Ignis that a few citizens were snickering under their breath as you were helping Ignis and Prompto with a few things. Even worse, he had seen the scale on the bathroom floor, barely sticking out from the cabinet next to the sink. He barely saw it himself, but seeing the contraption only fueled his anger.

“(Y/n)?” he murmured, pushing the bedroom door open a little more.

You didn’t answer. You sat there, still, head down and looking at the floorboards. You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment.

You were only soiling his royal name the more you stayed with him.

The door opened fully, the light of the hallway filled the dark bedroom.

Gladio sighed and slowly stepped towards you. Instead of rounding the corners of the massive bed, he instead climbed up onto the mattress from behind and kneeled behind you. You flinched when his large hands came into contact with your shoulders.

You always loved how his rough hands felt against your soft skin.

His fingertips curled, allowing him to push himself forward until his chiseled chest and abdomen was pressed right up against your back. He hummed softly, slowly moving his hands down the length of your arms until the joined together right on top of your belly.

You bit your lip, feeling suddenly nauseous at how disgusting you looked right now. Oh Six, why did you have to be this disgusting? Why did this being chiseled by the Six themselves fall for you? Oh Six, why does you belly look like that when you sit down? And why are your legs so big and awkward?

Your throat tensed and tightened. You felt like you were going to vomit.

You nearly heaved when he placed his lips on your shoulder, feeling the scratch of his facial hair brush against your skin. He hummed softly and pressed another kiss closer to your neck.

“I love you,” he murmured.

It always fascinated you on how soft Gladiolus could be. He was the King’s shield. He was meant to be a force of nature. He was a behemoth in human skin with how powerful he was and how dangerous he could be. And yet, he’s being so gentle to you.

“Gladio,” you whimpered.

He shushed you, tightening his grip around you and resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your neck.

“I love you so much,” he cooed. “I love you so much, it’s crazy.” Another kiss had you suddenly tearing up, a sob pushing past your sealed lips. “I ever tell you how much I fucking love you?” he hummed in your ear. “I love you so fucking much (Y/n).”

“Gladio,” you whimpered.

He was so warm against your back. It felt nice.

“I love that you’re so soft. I love your cute fingers and how you always blush when I hold your hand.” He tightened his hold around you. “I love how you always sleep on top of me, a perfect way for me to grab at that fine ass of yours.” You couldn’t help yourself but to laugh. A few tears rolled down your full cheeks which Gladio quickly wiped away. “I love you so much, I’m so fucking lucky I met you when I did. And I’m so lucky the Astrals above blessed me with these big hands so I can show you how much I love you whenever I want.”

And just as he said that, his hands flew from your waist to slide under your ass. he hiked you up in the air, suddenly standing on the floor. Carrying you bridal style, he grinned down at your blushing face. His eyes were a fiery blaze, suddenly filling with lust.

He set you down on the bed, kicking the bedroom door closed with his heel.

“I love you so fucking much, it’s not even funny,” he grumbled.

“You know Iris is home,” you found yourself laughing.

“She has friends she can go hang out with.”

And just like that, his belt was loosened and his pants fell to the floor.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader

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Don't Deserve Love: Reaper x Reader

The light hit your eyes before the headaches did. You didn’t dare open your eyes at first, but the looming sense of sorrow in your stomach only buddied up with the rumbling of hunger had forced you to open your eyes.  The pale, crusty yellow sun filtered through the window panes in thick rays, showing off the dust that had gathered in your house for some time now, the rays not hitting your face but at the foot of the bed. Your fingers wrapped around the quilt, thin and old, the cotton stuffed inside now flat and barely padding comfort to you anymore, but… you kept it on the bed like how you kept the left side of the bed empty for the past ten years.

Slowly, you started to feel the emptiness in the room, how cold it truly was to lay on the old mattress in the same old house on the same old road. The cold shot right through you, shocking your nerves into sitting up, allowing the quilt to fall off your person, bunching up at your stomach and thighs. Your arms crossed over each other, as you looked out the window, your legs never leaving the bed to hang off of the side.

Snow bunched up on the bottom of the window, frost curled on the edges of each pane as wind rattled them in their slots. They were yellowed from age, needing to be changed, some were even starting to crack from the last hail storm. The large glass-paned doors before you only gave you glimpses to the large clay pots still stuffed with good soil and fertilizer now overflowing with dead weeds and snow packed on top, reminding you of better times when they were full of beautiful golden marigolds and bright purple tulips so long ago. You longed to smell those flowers once more, you longed to see him bent over the pots, digging around in the soil and plucking out weeds while whispering sweet nothings to the flowers like he did to you. You would remember how he would always pluck one flower and lace it over the shell of your ear, smiling warmly.

But now, you felt as dead as the flowers ten years long gone.

You looked away from the doors to the end table, your eyes spotting a large glass lamp that was unplugged from the wall socket, your phone turned over so you wouldn’t see the lock screen, the turned over empty bottles of alcohol and thick orange tubes, some pills spilled around the surface of the end table. Your eyes closed, you winced as your temples pounded, the back of your head feeling as though you were being stabbed repeatedly. You whimpered, opening your eyes as a single tear dragged down the curved surface of your cheek, only to soak into the old, dingy thin pillow.

You turned your body towards the locked doors (to which you don’t even remember where the keys were as you had locked it upon hearing about him), your legs dragged the quilt over to spill at your dangling feet, your back hunching, elbows digging into your knees as you stared off into the far distance, past the doors.

Little did you know about what lurked in your closet, nor the small wisps of black smoke murmuring and moving around the flanks of the wooden closet doors.

He watched you carefully between the hangers stuffed with clothes that mainly belonged to him. Suits, jackets, boxes of boots and sneakers that went unused even though he promised he would wear them (and yet he only stuck to the usual work boots he wore even if they were falling apart as he walked), and a few tuxedos and a spare Blackwatch uniform complete with armor. He had snuck in not too long ago, but just before the sun had peaked out over the horizon, locating the old key under the fake rock in the back garden (that was a complete disaster, rambled with dead flowers and overgrown tree roots), and sneaking inside with the intent to finally give you peace and to finally say goodbye forever…

You didn’t need him. He didn’t deserve you.

You didn’t need a monster in your life…

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be crammed into the closet, he shouldn’t be hunched over to look through the wooden flanks just to see you sitting hunched over, looking out the window. He could smell the alcohol, he could see the pills spilled everywhere, he could feel the aches your body was being put through. He hated that you were suffering, he hated himself for putting you through such a thing. He was mad at you for still waiting for him to come home as if it were just another day.

The air was choking him, tension thick and heavy, weighing down his shoulders and making his knees wobble and making his stomach twist in knots.

It was a big punch in the gut to see that the left side of the bed was empty. The pillows undisturbed, and sheets underneath the quilt pulled tight over the corners of the mattress. You kept everything the same, everything that he did, you kept it the same.

His mask silencing his heavy breathing, his clawed gloves making gentle scratches on the closet door as his fingers twitched, wanting to so desperately to rub your shoulders and hold your hands and… love you.

Oh, how the golden marigold in his pocket felt like a ton of bricks, the paper envelope feeling as though it was poison simply slapped onto his skin, eating away at his insides.

He watched you sit there, doing nothing but stare out the window as if it were the answer to all of life’s questions, as if it were a complex math equation you were trying to figure out without writing down anything. You didn’t move, didn’t flinch, sniffle, whimper, murmur, speak, hum… You did nothing.

You didn’t even flinch when your phone started to blare out the loudest alarm he had ever heard, you most likely picked it to wake you up from your drunken, drug-induced sleep from last night. It seemed like you weren’t even inhabiting your own body, it took you so long to even snap out of your trance to look at your phone blaring on the end table.

He watched as you slowly extended an arm, shaking fingers lifting your phone up and quickly turning the alarm off before just tossing it onto the bed carelessly and standing up. He heard the series of pops and cracks from your back, wincing as you only stumbled away from the bed and caught yourself on the wall when you nearly fell. He heard you heave, watched as tears fell from your cheeks and hit the dusty hardwood floors as you stayed stuck to the wall, shaking as if you were a leaf in a hurricane.

He did this to you… He ruined you… He turned the light of his life, his beautiful marigold in a field of boring daisies, to a drunken mess that couldn’t walk five steps without breaking down.

Eventually, you hauled yourself up to stand up straight and slowly started to walk across the room and into the hallway, the floors creaking with every step you took. He waited until he heard the stairs to start to crack and settle like they always have done to slowly open the closet door and sneak out. He chuckled emotionlessly as he remembered he always would promise you he would rip up the flooring and fix the creaking problems after he woke you up too many times in the middle of the night by trying to sneak into bed.

He followed behind you, being careful to duck away from any corner, moving around in the shadows of your home until he heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turn off.

He carefully pulled out the paper envelope and walked up to the kitchen table, noting all of the bills stacked up in large piles (some were really checks on his death to you), some papers opened, addressing you for certain items like a recall on your car, a letter of warning that construction would be happening soon down the road, amongst other items. But what really tore at his insides was the photograph frame sitting where you normally sat at the table. Ornate brass coils framing a thick brass oval, encircling a black and white photo of the two of you before everything happened. He was actually wearing something other than his Blackwatch uniform which a rarity of its own, instead, a tight black sweater now, but his beanie still sat on his shaven head. His smile haunted him, the warm in his eyes genuine, his love for you showing as you were pressed to his side, smiling brightly at the camera.

“Oh, (Y/n),” he grumbled.

He placed the envelope down on the table only for his clawed gloves to gently pick up the picture frame, the tips of the metal claws rolling over the ornate curls and coils as he now stared at your face.

He wished he could see you smile like this one more time before he truly said goodbye.

He placed the photo down and reached into his pocket to slide out the marigold, all of its golden petals still in place as he gently laid the flower down in front of the envelope, his eyes tracing over your name he carefully wrote down. You always loved it when he wrote your name in calligraphy, the curls of the black ink dancing on the papers always caught your attention.

The shower hadn’t stopped, he could still hear the water running away, pattering on the bathtub’s porcelain floor. You wouldn’t hear him leave through the back door, walk out forever over the shower…

But something kept him from leaving, tethering him to the insides of the house he too once called home. He looked away from the back door, back into the kitchen and to the living room not too far away, through the archway.

The kitchen looked the same. Same tiles below his feet, same stains neither of you could scrub out between the grooves, same appliances surprisingly (you may have just replaced them with the same things). The paint on the walls was still the same shade, but now it was chipping away, needing a new coat. Dishes were piled up in the sink, waiting to be cleaned. The walls were littered with photos of the two of you still together. Most of them when you two were on vacation, or really just him taking you places that required undercover surveillance, you acting as the perfect coverup.

He took long strides into the living room, his boots scuffing against the hardwood planks, squeaking a bit. His eyes scanned the walls, following the new wallpaper you must have had put up as the walls were no longer painted a pretty ashen gray, now covered in flowery paper. The photos were still hung up in the same places, small statues still sat on top of the same fireplace mantle. The same sofa sitting in front of the same flatscreen tv, his recliner sitting next to your overstuffed armchair, overlooking the large windows that had the white curtains drawn shut. His recliner looked to have not been sat in for so long, your armchair acting the same way as the cotton inside both had puffed up from not being used.

Something caught his eye, something on the large table that certainly was not there when he still lived here. Pictures thrown about on the wooden surface of his face, lists of contact information as stickers, maps of where the old Overwatch base used to be, amongst other things. They were missing posters, you still never gave up on him.

You still thought he was alive, out there somewhere.

You still cared about him.

“How could you care about a monster?” he found himself murmuring, his dark eyes leaning over to catch a glimpse of your bright smile and warm eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

Gabriel wandered over to his recliner and slowly sat down, not caring for the dust staining the leather of his trenchcoat. A soft groan left his lips as his body was quickly encased in the overstuffed recliner as he leaned back into the comfortable fabric. His clawed gloves scratched at the armrests of the recliner, his fingers twitching, wanting to reach down and pull the lever to recline back like he used to always do with you by his side. He always loved how you two would always sit here late at night, watch the village not too far down the hill slowly die out and the sunrise and watch the same village come back to life.

He loved doing this with you.

He was deep in thought, so deep he didn’t hear the shower stop nor the door opening or your soft gasp.

“Who are you?” your voice shot right through him.

He stood up quickly, the recliner rocking back and forth behind him as he quickly turned to you. He watched you recoil, take a step back only to have tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes widening and jaw unhinging. 

You were dressed in a towel, your hair clinging to your neck in wet strands, matting to your face. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips were swollen, the dark bags under your eyes seemed darker than when he saw you still in bed.

“Gabriel?” you whimpered. He stayed silent, not knowing what to do. What could he do? Walk out? Not come back? “Gabriel, is that you?”

“(Y/n),” he murmured.

“Oh, Gabriel,” you sobbed, rushing forward and lunging for him, encapturing him in your arms.

You sobbed into his chest, and all he did was stand there and stroke your shaking back, stuck in his thoughts of how you could simply sob into this monster’s chest, holding him just as tightly as you did ten years ago.

He didn’t deserve you.

He didn’t deserve love.

#overwatch fanfiction #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper

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In The Woods Somewhere: Vampire!Chris Redfield x Reader

It had just rained.

Fog still swirled eerily against the soaked earth. The leaves were still dripping with icy water. Thunder could be heard somewhere off in the distant horizon as soft flashes of light lit up the darkening forest. He could make out all of the different smells surrounding him as he stalked deeper into the woods: Moss, rotting wood, the fresh rainfall. He could smell the animals too, refusing to come out from their hiding spots where they were shivering in utter fear.

They knew a predator was out hunting.

He could smell something else in these woods, something that was on the move. He could smell the fear dripping off of them like morning dew.

It was intoxicating. It drew him closer to his prey. He could smell the fresh footprints laying in the mud, loving the way they were misshapen from terror coursing through their veins.

It was only a matter of time before he caught up to them.

You snatched away at the reaching branches, a panicked whimper tearing its way past your lips as you nearly slipped against the slick mud. You cried out in desperation, yanking at the snags that held you back, wildly clawing at the foliage that tried to imprison you in their taunting webs of roots and sticks.

You were soaked to what felt like the bone, your clothes were soggy and still dripping despite being wrung out. Not all of it was water though as the burning in your side made it apparent that you were wounded. Lifting up your ruined sweater, you grit your teeth and cursed at the large cut against your hip.

A branch snapping had your head shooting up, wild eyes looking around in complete fear. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up to be pin straight. You were being watched; You were being hunted.

It was the lingering dread that built up pressure in your mind like an overflowing steam engine that made your legs start to move again. Your body was past the point of exhaustion, your limbs felt as though they were tied down by cement bricks. Every noise around you made you jump, every slight movement had you reeling back. How much farther did you have to stumble before you were out of this nightmare?

The woods trapping you in were so unfamiliar. Everything looked the damn same, it was like you were just going in circles! You stopped for a moment, resting your better hip against a soaked oak tree as you tried to catch your breath. Your lungs felt as though they were on fire, acting like they were your only source of warmth. You couldn’t tell if you were shivering because of the biting cold or trembling because you were so far out of your mind with fear. It was like you were drowning, your mind felt as though it was being pushed underwater.

Your eyes stared out at the wood surrounding your backside, your footprints looked to be settling against the mud you had just kicked up mere seconds ago, thus erasing your tracks. Shit, were you really going in fucking circles? Another stab of fear in your lungs, shocking up your spine and to your brain, your legs attempting to carry you forward to try and outpace the thing you knew was stalking you down.

No matter how much ground you made, you still felt whatever it was staring right into the back of your skull. If it could burn holes into the bone, you swore it would.

And then you saw it.

You didn’t see the entire thing, but you saw the figure amongst the trees. It was enough to get the gears to spin faster in your clouded mind to convince your legs to pump faster. A short whimper pushed its way out of you as you had gone back to running, full on sprinting despite the agonizing pain radiating from your side.

Whatever was chasing you was human.

Or at least you hoped it was.

You’ve heard of some of the horrors that lurked in the shadows of the world. But damn it all, you weren’t about to become another victim to their shit!

Thunder roared in the distant, a brief flash of lightning scattered across the sky and offered you a pitiful amount of light. You weaved through gnarled trees and over fallen logs, nearly slipping on mossy rocks and barely missing the protruding roots that tried to snare your ankles.

And then it happened: You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, looking around with crazed eyes at the shadows when your ankle connected with a wild curling root and you went down hard.

You screamed, head thrown back as pain scattered up your side and down your leg. Tears pricked at your eyes, clouding your vision as you tried to get up. Your legs failed you, slipping against the soaked grass while your feet kicked for purchase on the slick mud.

You felt the eyes on you again.

You turned to see the person standing there, just mere feet away from you. In the dying light of the setting sun, you could just barely make out features of the man. He was tall and imposing and incredibly broad. His eyes were dark, staring right at you with amusement lingering on his face. You felt your heart going a million miles a second in your chest, your breathing was out of control.

He started towards you slowly.

You cried out and tried to back away, nails scratching at the rocks and sticks below your hands as your legs had started to give.

He was on you quickly, standing over you when you saw his eyes in the fading sunlight. They were red, deep and dark like the richest of rubies with a pupil so small you almost couldn’t see it. Dark veins were painted across his neck and down his exposed arms, the skin around his eyes was dark too.

“Please,” you whimpered out. You were scared out of your mind, trembling like a bunny in the jaws of a predator. “Please, I’m hurt-”

“Oh, I know,” he cut you off. You gasped softly through your nose when you saw his teeth as his lips pulled back in a smile: Fangs, sharp and waiting to sink right into your skin. “I could smell you this entire time.”

A vampire. You were at the mercy of a damn vampire.

“Please! Please, I’m sorry, I-” you cried as you tried to scoot back some more to put distance between you both.

He took another step closer to you, ultimately silencing you. You trembled, turning your head away as he lowered himself to your level. He crouched down with those powerful legs - even if you could run, there was no way you could get away. His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, quickly looking down to your injured hip that you were trying to nurse by keeping it off of the muddy ground. His eyes seemingly lit up just a bit at the sight of your blood slowly trickling down between your fingers.

He quickly stood up, one of his hands snatching at the soaked collar of your sweater and yanked you up to your trembling feet. You cried, hands snatching at his wrist as he hoisted you up and dragged you before pinning you up against the first tree he could get at. Your body threatened to give out under you but his hand on your body barely managed to keep you in place. His other hand came to plant itself on your mouth, silencing your cries well.

You stilled as his ruby eyes bore into yours.

“Keep quiet and I’ll let you go,” he ordered strictly.

You were given no time to react as he turned your head to the side before you felt a hot, stabbing pain puncture right into your skin. His fangs buried themselves into the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulder, it felt as though your skin was practically lit ablaze. You screamed into his hand, your own constricted around the hand the kept you pinned to the tree but he didn’t budge at all.

You felt your blood seeping out, choked sobs and muffled cries fell on deaf ears as he drank from you. You felt him drinking, his throat bobbing as he licked at your soaked skin. He groaned lightly against you, pressing his body closer. Your hands had fumbled, slowly letting go of his wrist without so much of a thought before you grabbed onto his jacket, fingers fisting into the equally wet material.

Once he felt you calming down, he released his hand off of your mouth, wrapping it around your back to support you even more. Your body was becoming heavy, your vision swaying just a bit as you were coming down from the adrenaline high.

You don’t know when he released your neck, but you felt him licking at the fresh set of holes that punctured into you like a pin cushion. He moaned deeply, he felt so warm all of a sudden, his grip on you became gentler as though he was your lover.

You moaned when he hoisted you up in his brawny arms, shifting you to carry your bridal style, being careful of your throbbing hip and punctured throat. You were still clinging to him, eyes drooping as you looked up at his face. He was very handsome, like something out of a movie you would find to be a guilty pleasure. You felt weightless in his arms as he carried you off into the growing night.

You awoke with a start, your eyes flying open as you sat up. Regret took ahold of you, weighing your shoulders down until you nearly collapsed back onto the bed. You groaned, hissing as your throat stung and throbbed lightly from the movement.

The weight next to you shifted, quickly getting up and pressing up next to you. A strong hand took ahold of one of your own, bringing the back of your hand up to place a soft kiss on the cool skin. You felt the prickle of stubble scratch against your skin, bringing you a bit more out of your haze.

You turned to see Chris holding onto your hand already looking down at you with those big eyes of his. They were filled with a mixture of worry and relief, his broad shoulders deflating just a bit now that he saw you were okay.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

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