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abbyromanoff · 8 months

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PLEASE BRO IF YOUR DOING REQUESTS,

Can you please do yandere!possessive!gp!valkryie, where her and reader had a huge argument and reader storms out leaving Valkyrie alone. Later coming home Valkyrie rails the shit out of reader in front of a mirror because valkryie followed reader to a bar where she saw a man flirt reader (she OFC kills the dude when he reader leaves.)

PLEASE BRO IVE ASKED SO MANY PPL (no hate to anybody I've asked, I love you all 💞)

GONE, BUT NOT FOR LONG

PAIRINGS: Valkyrie x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,821

WARNINGS: smut, Valkyrie has a dick, blowjobs, cunnilingus, killing, murder, dark!valkyrie, knives, king!valkyrie, fingering, facials, breeding, noncon, jealousy, possessiveness, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Run. Keep running. That’s all that ran through your mind as you sped away from the large building where you used to sleep peacefully, that was until you found out the truth, until you realized your lover had been lying to you all along.

She was the king, one respected by many, if not all. Citizens trusted her with their lives yet she kept her disguise, taking away the innocence of others as she cut them short of breathing. The man didn’t deserve that, no matter what he did to annoy her, he didn’t deserve to die. He could’ve had a family, children wondering when their dad would come home, only to have him stripped away to never see again.

You always knew Valkyrie had a jealous side to her, some would even call it possessiveness. But you never thought it would go this far.

Earlier on you had planned on surprising the woman at work, hoping she’d still be in her office for lunch instead of skipping like usual. You always warned her of the health concerns that came with ignoring meals, but she never listened, stating she was often times ‘too busy to remember’. And you wished when you entered that was what greeted you, your girlfriend hunched over a pile of papers on her desk, only it was far from that.

When you entered, a small grin on your face and a container in your hands, you were greeted with the sight of Valkyrie holding a knife to a man’s neck who was begging for forgiveness. Your feet planted in your spot as you gasped, mouth falling wide open while the older woman snapped her head in your direction.

“Please-“ The man cried out behind his gag, only to have the sharp object slit his skin open, causing blood to ooze out of his rapidly until he fell limp to the floor.

“Baby? Baby, it’s alright, he was a very, very bad man, okay? He had this coming.” She tried reaching out for you, handing the blade to one of her bodyguards who took it without hesitation, the rest of them already starting to clean up the mess she made. You backed away, wincing from her near touch alone. You knew she loved you and would never hurt you, but what if that changed? What if she did hurt you someday? She often got mad when she was jealous, what if it went so far one day and she tried to hurt you?

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were glossed over and she gulped fearfully at the sight, she wasn’t one to be afraid or scared, but knowing she caused those tears was what scared her the most. It scared her of herself, of what she could do.

“It’s me, love, I’m not going to hurt you.” But how could you trust that? How could you trust that she’d keep you safe when she just killed an innocent person right in front of your eyes?

“Look, he- he deserved it! I had to keep you safe-“

“Don’t you dare put this on me, I am not the one who held a knife to his neck and slit his fucking throat! I don’t even know his name, for Christ's sake!” She seemed to be growing more and more agitated as you continued to ignore her words, and chose to believe your own instead. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand the things she had to do to keep you safe.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I wanted to kill him? No, but I knew he couldn’t roam free after what he did to you, what if he tried on someone else, huh? Would you let him have forgiveness then?” In all honesty, she wanted to do it. She found herself being filled with joy whenever she got to end the life of one of her victims. She had no idea what was wrong with her, she knew it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t stop, it just felt so good.

When there was no response spewing out of your mouth, she decided to take the next step and brought a single foot forward, letting her palms caress your face as she smiled, you didn’t pull away. Although, she noticed the small flinch but chose to ignore it.

“Guards,” She called for the attention of the tall men, all of them turning their heads in her direction. “Please exit the premises, and take the body with you.” They nodded and did as asked without question, you wondered if this was a normal occurrence for them.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl, Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouted at your frightened expression, chuckling darkly when you sniffled.

“See the things I’d do for my little girl? I’d die for you, I’d kill for you, doesn’t that mean something?” You shook your head rapidly, trying your best to escape her grasp until she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

“Don’t think you’re leaving me, sweetheart.” You wiggled around hopelessly, knowing deep down there was no chance in hell you’d disobey her.

“Let me go! Please, Val, please!” She groaned, kissing the side of your neck, even when you tried to hit your head on hers as the only option left.

“Mm, I like it when you beg me, baby. Turns me on so much.” She pulled you in closer by the hips, letting you feel the growing bulge hidden beneath her suit. It stopped you in your tracks, shuddering quietly as she grinded against you.

“I know you’re mad, so why don’t you let me make it up to you, okay? Can I do that?” You shook your head with a whine, feeling your body weaken the more you wasted your energy trying to escape.

“Too bad. You have no idea how I need this, I’ve been so frustrated all week, working nonstop, don’t you want to help Daddy?” Trying to disagree took all the willpower you had left because you knew you wanted it, no matter how much you said you didn’t. You wanted her to fuck you deep and raw, showing no mercy on your weeping cunt. It was as if she could read your mind because she quickly turned you around, pressing your back against her front while her free hand ran down your stomach to your core, letting her fingers dip inside your pants.

“Don’t try and run from me, there’s nowhere you can go.” The only place you ever knew were her arms, and each time you’d come racing into them, desperate for her to have any sense of hold on you. She was captivating your mind with her as her fingers ran across your folds, collecting your slick and creating a shiny glow as she pulled them out to show you.

“I think you’ve been lying to me, sweetheart, I think you like me killing in your favor.” She grinned when you struggled to come up with a response, only shaking your head no in hopes she’d believe it. But, truthfully, you didn’t believe your lie either.

“Every lie you tell me is only going to add to your already long list of punishments. So, tell me, did you like watching me slit his throat? Is that what made you this wet? Hm?” You gave in, accepting your fate as you succumbed to the feeling of her skin rubbing onto yours.

“Yes- I fucking loved it, Val.” She slapped the side of your ass and tsked in disapproval, causing shame to rise in your chest.

“Try again.” She hummed, letting a singular digit prod gently at your hole, teasing you with her soft nature that you knew would soon be replaced by something darker.

“I loved it, Daddy..” You muttered, nearly choking on your breath as she entered you. Before you could even think, a second finger joined, causing you to whimper loudly.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.” She stated. “I fuck you every day yet you’re still so damn tight, such a dirty slut you are.” Came her spoken words followed by a deep, hungry groan.

“Just for you, I’m your slut.” You seemed to be chasing for her approval by now, blushing from every noise that left her hot mouth. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, that’s what she adored most about you.

“That’s right. Daddy’s little slut, maybe I should mark you with it so you know just who you belong to.” In an instant you were pushed to your knees, her legs kicking the back of yours and causing you to fall as she finally removed herself from your tight hole. She looked down at you with hunger before you turned to face her, pleading with your eyes only while she stroked your cheek, her slick-covered digits seeping into your mouth as you suckled on them gently.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You nuzzled your face against her crotch where her restricted hard-on poked you. She was teasing you, she knew that.

“You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Of course, you do, little bitch.” You lowered her minimal clothing when given permission and gasped when noticing a small wet spot where her pre-cum had leaked. You were practically dripping when she finally freed herself of the uncomfortable gear, sighing with satisfaction as you reached forward to pull down the boxers she adorned, freeing her length to the fresh air. You instantly wrapped your hand around it, letting your lips press against the head repeatedly until you dragged your tongue up and down the skin.

“Oh- fuck! Mhm, just like that, take it, baby.” She tangled her fingers in your hair and thrusted forward while pulling you even closer, chuckling at the sound of your gags bouncing off the walls. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her take control, moving your palms to fondle her balls.

“This is all your fault, Y/N. If you weren’t so fucking perfect, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hurt him. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn sexy, you wouldn’t have to be choking on my dick right now.” You didn’t want it any other way, this was truly heaven.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat- shit! You’re gonna swallow it all, right?” You nodded as best as you could with her still in your mouth, watching as she threw her head back before releasing her finish, her juices reaching your tastebuds instantly. She held you in place, forcing you to keep still and follow in on your promise. Droplets tended to dribble down your chin and to your neck, but you refused to let any go to waste.

She pulled out soon after, slapping her length against your face and smothering your skin in her release. You licked your lips and tasted the sweet nectar, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror.” It wasn’t a request as much as it was a demand. In her eyes, you didn’t have a choice, you were to follow her lead and trust her every move, which you found yourself doing over the course of your relationship.

“Good girl, you listen so well.” She kneeled behind you and smacked your ass with force, causing you to wince as your body reacted with only a deeper amount of pleasure.

“Daddy-“ You were cut off with a moan, biting your lip to try and stifle the sound but she still heard.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do it again…please?” She complied, repeating her action and admiring your ass jiggled in response. She left a kiss to the burning skin and you smiled when she didn’t stop, layering each inch of your body until she reached your hole once again. Her tongue drew circles on your swollen bud before dipping inside of you. Your hands balled into tight fists as you watched your reaction through the mirror, glancing back and forth at your girlfriend's already hardened cock. It was so easy to mess with her, she would fall for anything you did and would give you anything you wanted.

“Taste so good, so perfect.” Slurping sounds came from behind you until she was bringing you to the edge, your body already overstimulated from the previous actions.

Right as you were about to sink into your orgasm, she pulled away, lining her length up with your entrance and using your wetness as a form of lube. Your breath got caught in your throat at the intrusion while her eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around her tip.

“That feel good? Hm? You like it when I stretch you out just for me?” You nodded while screaming out agreements, the fear of her guards hearing you not even seeming to register like usual as you just focused on her. On how she made you feel. On how she bombarded you with overwhelming excitement by just being her.

“You fit so well around me, it’s like you were made for me.” In her mind and soul, she knew it was true. The moment she met you she knew she had to have you as her own, you were made for her as she was for you. You were hers, every part of you belonged to her and she’d never let you believe otherwise. Either you’d spend your life with her or yours would come to a short, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing you were being loved by another.

“Yes! You fuck me s-so good, I need more, please!” Your breasts bounced with each thrust she sent, now being buried deep inside of you while her pelvis smacked against your backside, creating a loud clapping sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum, have you leaking just so I can fuck it back into you.” The image made you shudder, goosebumps traveling down your skin. Her fingers came to wrap around your hair as she yanked hard, her other hand finding place on your waist and holding onto you with a bruising grip.

“You close, princess?”

“Mhm, so close.” You whispered, tossing your head back even further until it laid on her shoulder. Her tits were rested against your back, her swollen nipples poking your skin in a teasing manner.

“Too bad.” You were meeting her thrusts as she continued to quicken, causing you to look sloppy and weak compared to her. Her bulging biceps made way to your vision, and you nearly came just from the sight.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t stop it-“ You were close to breaking her most important rule if she kept denying you. You tried your absolute best, but that’s all you could do.

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“I’ll do anything, please, just let me cum. I-l promise I’ll be good- ah! I’m sorry, I c- can’t hold back, Daddy.” She whispered a singular word into your ear and gazed into your eyes through the mirror, watching as your orgasm came crashing down over you. Suddenly, you felt warm liquid releasing deep inside of you, but you were too weak to fight it.

“No-“ Whimpers washed over you before you could push her away, your body becoming limp as your legs shook.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby, that way you can never leave me again.” She licked her lips and caressed your breasts with her palms, tweaking your nipples until she had you crying out.

“Now you’ll be mine forever.”

She let you rest in the bed and when you awoke, you were greeted with nothing but silence. You assumed she was working once again, and instead of being sad, you used that to your advantage. Packing your limited amount of clothes and resources quickly into a bag you planned on leaving, escaping from her wrongful actions and beliefs, and starting a new life of your own, one that would be forced as hidden from the public.

You seemed to be able to sneak past most without them recognizing you or realizing something was wrong. Then, your engine roared as it started and you instantly took off. You hoped Valkyrie hadn’t put a chip in it with how protective she was, but you couldn’t care as you drove far away until you weren’t able to see the Asgardian City sign anymore.

You sighed in relief, thinking you were free. But you didn’t know what was going on back in the large building where your girlfriend sat, watching through the cameras she installed in her vehicle in case something like this ever happened. She smirked, already planning what she was going to do with you in her head.

“Guards,” She started, earning their full attention, “Give them some time to think their free. Then, kidnap them, mask and all. Hopefully, then they’ll see how much they need me to keep them safe.”

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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thewriterg · 8 months

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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

pairing(s); billy loomis x gn!reader, stu matcher x fem!reader, billy loomis x stu matcher

summary; what was better than going to a graveyard at the hours of pitch black darkness to take pictures with your boyfriends? —flufftober day;7—

word count; 900+

warning(s); reader being graveyard etiquette police as you should, fluff, suggestive jokes, kisses, pet names, and language

playlist; mg1 by machine girl

A/n;—GIFs; @crhrrtbeanie & @murderofravens— stole the title from my favorite video game ofc

“I'm getting the… heebie jeebies” You rolled your eyes at Stu as you walked in between him and billy walking up to the gate of your local cemetery and you were sure you heard Billy huff for the fifth time in twenty minutes as you held a bouquet of deep red roses against the black velvet of your dress you bell cape sleeves dropping down to you cover the green stems of the bouquet Billy climbed the gate first a little grunt resting on his lips as he made it over making sure to bend his knees when he dropped to the floor

“Your turn princess, help her over idiot” Billy stated before hissing at the blonde who playfully pouted at him in response

“Be nice.” You whispered sternly at the brunette as he grumbled something under his breath holding his hands up to catch you Stu suddenly swept you off your feet quite literally causing you to gasp slightly at the quick movement shaking your head with a smile on your face as you watched him whistle while looking around trying to hold the smile off from etching itself on his face but soon your position was changing once again now your knees placed on the blades of his shoulders

“Oh babe I should take my shoes off” You winced at the thought of your heavy platform boots being planted into your boyfriends skin listening to the sound of protest leave his throat as he held onto you thigh to keep you from swinging them off his clavicles

“Ive took a knife to the shoulder one chase these are nothin’ kitty” The blue eyed boy reassured a goofy smile on his face that was practically permanent there as you sighed nodding your head before you carefully placed one foot on each shoulder pressing your body against the fence looking ahead as the moon set over the graveyard

“The view looks so nice, the pictures are gonna be great” You decided talking to no one in particular a small film of fog falling over the place

“Maybe, but I got a real good view right here” You heard Stu whisper looking down to see his head covered by your black floor length dress jabbing your foot into the side of his neck digging into his jugular as he hissed at the sensation Billy chuckling at the sight while you swung you leg over the gate before hopping down into the brunettes arms who caught you with ease setting you down gently giving you time for you to steady yourself as you checked over the roses that were gratefully uncrushed

Stu was next his lanky figure making it easier to get up and over the fence without much difficulty and soon you all began to walk along one of the trailways the crickets chirping gently for some of the last times they will this year until spring rolls back around but that was then in this is now you tugged the long sleeves of your boyfriends sweaters making your way into the grass being careful to not to step on and head stones embedded into the ground the grass crunching underneath your boots

“Think right here is good moon is set” Billy stated camera hanging from his neck as you nodded holding your bouquet looking around until a cross shaped head stone came into your line of sight you approached it paying a silent respect to the dead before turning around to face the boys

“STU! Watch your step!” The blonde slightly flinched at the sudden noise apologizing gently making sure to not step on any imbedded porcelain as Billy postponed the camera up to his eye taking a canon photo of you before attention averted back to him at the sound of the fluttering shutter before poking your leg from the split in your dress, cradling the roses with your ring covered fingers, staring dead at the men in front of you with a small smirk on your face

The brunette let out a low whistle the sound of his camera going wild while the blonde quickly clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth repeatedly making sounds with his mouth watching as you struck different poses each one leaving him starstruck with hearts in his eyes

“How do I look?” You questioned after a while now situated on the grass you back lying against the greenery and your knee propped up towards the sky skin glowing under the moon the darker makeup enhancing your features

“Sexiest vamp i've ever laid my eyes on”

“Please step on me”

You giggled at the praise it enhancing your confidence as your rolled your hand down you body and Billy was sure your the memory card would be full by the time he was done but it was a key piece taking up storage after all

After about an hour you took all the pictures you could and now you hummed setting down one of the last of you dozen roses on the last headstone you came across before you walked up towards your lovers pressing a kiss on each cheek leaving your mark on both of them as walking ahead with a smirk

“You guys coming or are you gonna keep standing there? You'll be dead by daylight”

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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The One and Only Gal

Part One of this story is from my kinktober (day two: thigh riding)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x You (F!Reader)

WC: 5.3k

Summary: After a passionate moment shared between you and Arthur in the woods, you head back to camp together and the painful situation with Jenny still remains. She stole the job you put together and claimed it as her own. What else will she try to steal from you?

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI Please! Jealousy & Drama from Jenny. Frustration & Anger from Reader and Arthur. Angst - with happy ending ofc. Smut. Mentions of Thigh Riding and Male Masturbation (from the 1st chapter). Fingering. Thigh Job (non penetrative sex). Oral (F receiving). Overstimulation. Praise Kink. Use of 'Good Girl'. Lots of fluff. If I have missed anything in the warnings, please let me know and I will add it in.

AN: Oh, I've been needing to visit my kinktober and write a whole lot of part 2's for some of the stories I wrote. Since I have a oneshot for Arthur in the works right now, I took a break from that story and started writing this one. I hope you enjoy, my loves!

Deep panting breaths could be heard echoing throughout the woods from you and Arthur, the sound of you both so exhausted and completely spent after multiple rounds of self-pleasure. He still had his hand wrapped around his length as your grinding movements over his thigh gradually came to a stop. The mess you left between your legs and the mess he had made all over his stomach and the inside fabric of his jeans was a testament to your mutual sense of satisfaction.

You’re tired – both of you are, and pleasure still courses through your burning sex with overstimulation despite not even feeling the man inside of you yet. That’s a whole different form of pleasure to feel some other day, but right now, you need rest and so does he. You’ve been out here for a while now and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you both, the sight of you sitting on Arthur’s lap with a blissed out expression not something you want people to see. It’s a private moment only for you and him to share.

The idea of riding his thigh never occurred to you before. You’ve only ever dreamed of him taking care of you in other ways; such as using his fingers, mouth or cock. Would you do it again though? Yes. Yes you would. It's an intimate experience you’d love to try out again in the future with Arthur, but this is the first time you’ve ever been intimate with him. You don’t know what this means or how it changes things between you and the man, and before you go any further with him, you want to know where he stands.

“Arthur,” you call his name in a whisper, your voice sounding small and timid with a fear of rejection. “I really liked what we’ve just done together, but is that all it will be between us?” You ask, noticing the slight disappointment in his eyes as he furrows his brows, indicating that he’s not understood your question quite as you intended. You reiterate: “I want this to be more. I really like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

Instantly, his shoulders relax with a sigh of relief slipping past his lips, “Me too,” he breathes, “I want more more too, sweetheart. I’ve liked you for a long time now,” he smiles deeply, the crows feet around his beautiful eyes displaying the joy he felt when hearing you say those words.

Both of you felt that weight disappear from your shoulders. There was no more uncertainty. You had a strong feeling that he was attracted to you, but you never could be too sure and didn’t want to wrongfully assume. But now that you know for certain, you lean in the plant a kiss on the man's lips — the first kiss.

Moaning together as one, you feel his tongue slide along your bottom lip requesting entry and respond by deepening the kiss. You tilt your head to the side, your fingers slipping through his slightly dishevelled hair and feel that his skin hot to the touch. The man holds you tightly, his hands finding purchase on the globes of your ass with a groping squeeze that just draws out the most prettiest sounds you could make. It was music to Arthur’s ears. You’ve whined and whimpered for him plenty in the last thirty minutes, yet he’s feeling eager to hear more; to hear just how loud you can moan his name.

Suddenly pulling away at the sound of a branch snapping, you turn your head toward the treeline and immediately relax when seeing it was just a fox. You shake your head at yourself, giggling as you turn back to face Arthur. “Sorry. I don’t want anyone from camp seeing me like this, or… you know,” you look down to his crotch, emphasizing that he’s still very much exposed and covered in creamy white ropes of his spend. “We should clean up and head back before they send someone out looking for us.” You suggest, to which he agrees, but gently holds the back of your head to lean in and plant a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

When he pulled back, he looked at you with so much affection in his eyes that he almost looked drunk. It’s as if you were intoxicating, and the fact you made the man feel so satisfied without even touching him brought you great pride. He reached into his satchel and retrieved a couple rags, using the items to clean himself off as much as he could, although it couldn’t quite get rid of the wet patch you left on his thigh, or the damp spot he left inside of his jeans either.

You rolled your lips together to hide the amusement on your face. It’s funny watching Arthur try to clean himself of the mess he made and it wasn’t doing a damn bit of good. “You really need a change of clothes,” you let out a giggle, and the man agrees as he laughs with you. “I know. This isn’t working as well as I hoped,” he says, then turns his head away to save your ears the discomfort as he whistles for his horse before turning back to face you again. “I keep a couple spare sets of clothes on Bo. I’ll get changed then we’ll head back.”

“O-Ok,” you stutter hesitantly, not particularly loving the idea of heading back to camp so soon. Your night had begun with betrayal because of Jenny and what she did, and even though you feel much better than what you did earlier, it still doesn’t change the fact that she stole the job you put together. It still hurts that she did this to you.

Arthur noticed the slight change in your demeanour, but didn’t have the chance to question it as Boadicea came galloping out the treeline, tearing his attention away momentarily. You rise to your feet and move toward her, stroking her mane as he rose to his feet too and moved toward his saddle bags. After taking out a fresh set of clothes, he starts undressing, and you look him up and down with praise in your eyes.

You adore the way Arthur looks, fully clothed or completely in the nude, but this is the first time that you’ve seen him fully nude and his body is most tempting to gaze upon. He watches you watching him, a bashful smile on his lips as his cheeks begin to burn with flattery. Putting his jeans on first and concealing his most private area, you jokingly pout from the loss, already missing the sight of his dick laying heavy and semi-hard against his thigh. He laughs at you, his voice deepened with affection.

Putting his arms through the holes of his shirt however, you shook your head and reached your hand out to stop him. “No – wait. May I?” You ask, offering your assistance with the buttons. He doesn’t deny your request and takes your hand to swiftly pull you into his embrace. “Sure, darlin’,” he replies with a thick drawl, “Go ahead.”

Your body pressed against his bare chest was stirring something fierce in your nether regions. He’s a big guy, muscular and cushiony, thus making you feel intimidatingly small. You grin under his wanton gaze, then begin buttoning his shirt from the bottom upwards, your knuckles grazing against his skin with a featherlight touch. It made him shudder and close his eyes, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he fully relaxed his shoulders.

You’ve reduced the man to something pliable like soft putty in your hands, the expression on his face speaking of nothing but satisfaction and contentment. Once you had finished buttoning his shirt, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at you again, his hand sliding up your spine to hold the back of your neck. He held you in place as he leaned in to kiss you, slowly this time, his lips moving in tandem with yours passionately.

It took a while for you and Arthur to finally make your way back to camp. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, nor could you keep your hands off him, but once you emerged from the treeline and approached the gang huddling around something, reality quickly settled in and all of those bothersome emotions came racing back. Jenny was still receiving praise for the job she stole from you. Everyone was talking to her about it. You could even hear the girls complimenting her now, and the sound of Karen applauding her efforts made your blood boil.

Arthur noticed for a second time that something changed in your demeanour, and now that he didn’t have any distractions this time, he pulled you close and asked point blank: “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re squeezing my hand.”

“I am?” You turn to face him, then let go of his hand and quietly apologize for squeezing him. You didn’t even realize that you were, but you tried to hide the furious look in your eyes. You’re not really a hot-headed person. Whenever you get so angry like this, you put distance between you and the issue before returning with a calm mind, but nothing about Jenny and the gang commending her was making you feel better. “I um. I don’t really want to get into it, Arthur. It’s stupid and not worth the hassle anyways,” you reply, your eyes downcast.

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin to lift your head and look at him, “It is worth the hassle and it’s not stupid, sweetheart. I won’t push, but you know you can talk to me, right?” You hold his line of sight, your eyes darting between his with the temptation to tell him everything about Jenny. What could he do about it anyway? Would anyone believe you? And what if it just creates a bigger problem? You don’t want to be the cause for creating problems. You’d much prefer to just let it go, even though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“I know,” you nod to the man, choosing to not say anything about it instead. “Thank you, Arthur. I promise to not let it bother me too mu-” you’re cut off with impeccable timing as the sound of Jenny’s voice shrieks behind you. “Oh, Arthur! There you are!” She says, and you move to stand at his side as she approaches you both with speed. “I was wondering where you went. Come on, we have lots to discuss about robbing the saloon tomorrow,” she glances at you briefly before her eyes focused on the proximity between you and Arthur, “Y/N, you don't mind, right? We need to go over the details. Hosea, Arthur and me. Just the three of us,” she grins, and it pisses you off, but you bite your tongue and agree wordlessly with a nod.

Arthur turns to you now, smiling obliviously, “I shouldn’t be too long. Wait for me in my tent, sweetheart. I ain't finished with ya yet," he winks.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” you force a smile before turning away and walking briskly across camp. He was completely unaware of Jenny’s actions just now. That shit eating grin on her face is what annoys you so much. You didn’t think there was any spite behind her reasons to steal your job. You don’t even know for sure why she stole it, but you thought there had to be a good reason at least, and now you think she’s just doing it to be malicious and nasty.

Or perhaps it’s because she wants Arthur. You saw the way she looked at how close you stood next to him. You noticed the way it depleted her smile for a moment, and just out of curiosity, you looked over your shoulder to find the woman doing the exact same thing. She walked alongside the man, her lip curled with disdain as she looked at you with loathing eyes. You held her eye contact and didn’t back down, not until she broke first. It was a small victory, but you didn’t feel any better about this whole situation and the way she switched up her persona with a beaming smile as she spoke to Arthur and Hosea only confirmed your suspicions. She wants the man you wanted — the man you now have.

You made it to Arthur’s tent and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. He didn’t take long. No less than ten minutes later, he returned to you, but he came back with a mean look on his face. You couldn’t describe it exactly, but he looked as if he’d just been told something quite upsetting. You immediately rose to your feet and tried to calm him down, but he held his hand out to stop you. “This job with the saloon tomorrow. Was this your idea or Jenny’s? Don’t lie to me,” he said with vexation in his tone.

You immediately became silent, a gloomy look washing over your face that ultimately answered the man's question. He turned away from you, palming the scruff of his neck as he tried to calm himself down before turning back to you again. “Is this what’s been botherin’ ya? Did she steal that idea from you, or did you give her this job?” He asks, and you shake your head, your brows knitting together tightly with confusion as to what’s got him so worked up in the space of ten minutes.

“No. She stole it from me. I told her about it in confidence,” your lip trembles as you hold back the urge to cry. You’ve never seen Arthur so angry like this before – well, not in your presence at least. It was alarming and scary. You’re not scared of him, or worried for your safety. You’re worried for whoever he is angry with.

“God. I am so sorry, girl,” he apologizes, even though he didn’t need to. He had nothing to be sorry for as he’s done nothing wrong to you, but the man simply couldn’t stand the look on your face and felt the need to apologize regardless. You tried to fight the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, too many emotions all at once proving to be too much for you to handle. He strode towards you, taking you in a warm hug and wrapped his arms around your back tightly. “I’m really sorry for raising my voice like that. I wasn’t mad with you, I promise,” he swears, rubbing his hands up and down your back reassuringly. “I'm mad at Jenny. She just tried to kiss me.”

“Oh my God - Really?” You pull your head back to look into his eyes, your brows still furrowed together with confusion as to what the hell happened since he left you earlier. “What happened?” You ask, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing humorlessly. “You weren’t there. That’s what happened,” he shakes his head, “I know she wouldn’t have tried that shit if you were there, but I should’a seen this coming… Fuck. I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s not your fault, Arthur,” you reply in a reassuring tone. He moves towards the opening of his tent and closes it, sealing you both with some much needed privacy before moving toward the bed with you to sit down. He held your hands and you could sense his worry in the way he was holding onto you.

“Jenny mentioned something about my journal, something I’ve only ever told you before,” you gasp with that, knowing exactly what he’s referring to as you shared a piece of information with her. It’s not some big secret. It’s just a job that he and Hosea did a while back. He continues to explain. “I knew something wasn’t right the moment she started talking about that job. She noticed that I was onto her, and when I began questioning how she found this saloon job for tomorrow, she tried to kiss me.”

“That doesn’t really surprise me. I had a feeling she wanted you,” you admit, to which he responds with certainty in his tone, “Yeah well, she can’t have me. I’m already spoken for,” he looks directly into your eyes with that statement, smiling, “Will you stay the night with me, sweetheart? I really don’t want ya going out there to face whatever she has to say about me rejecting her. We can deal with it tomorrow if ya want.”

“Honestly, I really like the sound of that,” you nod to the man, then lean into his side and rest your head against his shoulder. “I’ll stay with you, Arthur. I’d prefer that anyway. It’s too cold in my tent some nights.”

“It’s ‘cause you don’t have me there to keep ya warm, girl,” he chuckles, and you agree with him silently. You wouldn’t be so cold during the night sometimes if you had him laying with you. Even now as you lean into his side, you can feel the heat emanating from him and it makes you feel so cozy that you could fall asleep right here, right now.

When you begin to yawn though, and cause him to yawn too, he leans down to remove his shoes, and afterwards, he moves on to removing your shoes too, the gentle touch of his hands causing your skin to pimple with goosebumps. Once your shoes were off, he began dragging the pad of his fingers across your ankle, smiling mischievously.

“S-Stop,” you stutter between laughter, “I’m t-ticklish there. Arthur, stop… It tickles,” you giggle uncontrollably, the sound so sweet and euphonious to his ears that he didn’t want to stop just so he could keep hearing you laugh like this. It warmed his hear to hear you happy again.

Showing you some mercy and easing up on the tickling, he stood to his feet and began taking off his clothes, getting himself ready for bed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I like to cuddle,” he says.

“Not at all. I like to cuddle too,” you begin removing your clothes as well, but remember that your undergarments are still damp from what you and Arthur did earlier. “Um, Arthur?” You look at him with a bashful expression, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I can’t wear this for bed. They’re uh… They’re still wet. Do you want me to go get another pair of bed clothes?”

“Nah, darlin’,” he shook his head softly, his eyes glossed over with desire, “I can give you one of my shirt’s if ya want? Or you can sleep without any clothes. Whatever you're most comfortable with, I don’t mind either way.”

Instead of answering him with words, you started pulling down the straps on your shoulders and let your undergarment fall to the floor, completely exposing yourself for the man's eyes to admire. He gulped audibly when dropping his gaze to your chest. You watched him bring his hand around to palm his crotch, no doubt feeling the blood rushing to his member.

“Would yer mind if I remove my clothes too?” He asks sweetly, standing with nothing but his leotard on. You shake your head and let him know that you’d actually prefer him to remove his clothes, opting to sleep together nude instead.

Once he had fully undressed, he pulled the covers back on his bed and climbed in first, making sure there was ample room for you to lay down and get comfy. The moment you felt the warmth of his chest pressed against your back however, you let out a deep hum of satisfaction and scooted back to be even closer to him.

“Is this ok?” He asks another question before going any further, his hand resting on your hip with the desire to wrap around your front. You don’t even answer the man. You just grab his hand and pull it around your stomach, a smile splayed across your face.

Arthur carefully leans over you and blows out the candle beside his bed, casting his entire tent in complete darkness before settling back into his position. Only this time, he nestled his chin into your neck and pulled the blankets up to keep you both wrapped up securely. The heat was already working its magic with helping you unwind and become sleepy. You held his hand and rubbed his knuckles with your thumb until you eventually slipped into a comfortable deep state of slumber.

Sometime later, you awoke first at the sound of Arthur snoring softly in your ear, the sound was hushed and calm, as if he were trying to be quiet even in his sleep. You could feel your body sticking to his because of how hot it was under the blankets. And, your forehead was damp with sweat and so was his hand over your stomach.

“Arthur,” you call his name, your voice barely above a whisper as it was still dark outside. He stopped snoring and hummed reply, not fully awake but conscious. “I’m too hot,” you say whilst pulling the blankets down a little to feel the cool night-time breeze on your skin. It was an instant relief and you closed your eyes again, falling asleep within seconds.

In the morning when you awoke again, the blankets were placed back over you and Arthur still had his chest pressed to your back. He wasn’t snoring anymore though, and you could feel his fingers rubbing your knuckles now. He’s awake, but rather than letting him know that you’re awake too, you subtly pushed your ass into him, enjoying the little grunt slipping past his lips.

He smiled against your neck, responding to your actions just now by rolling his hips forward. You could feel his cock pressing into your lower back. It was painfully hard, making your legs squeeze together with a palpable pulse in your nether regions.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” He mumbles, and you reply with a barely noticeable nod, your lips slowly turning upwards as he lowers his hand to your sex. Your mouth falls open with a soft gasp when the pad of his finger finds your clit and begins rubbing it in a circular motion.

You drop your hand to hold his, urging him without a need for words that you want more, and he grants you wish eagerly. Now, he uses two fingers to slide through your folds, using your slick as a natural lube to breach your entrance. “Ohh,” you moan into the pillow, the cushion doing very little to keep you quiet.

“There you go. Let it all out, darlin’,” he praises you, growling into your ear, “Atta girl-” you rut back and forth, fucking his hand, “-Keeping going, just like that.” Your breathing begins to pant as he penetrates his fingers deeper, curling them into a come hither motion to caress that sweet spot inside.

You whine for him, the sound like a reward as he starts groaning in your ear, his cock rubbing against your back to get himself off. “Arthur wait-” you squeeze his hand, shaking your head, “-Use your cock instead. I want to feel you rub yourself between my legs like that.”

Carefully, he removes his fingers from your cunt and you moan from the loss. He slips his hand between your bodies and lifts your thigh to notch the head of his between your folds. “Like this?” He asks while rolling his hips forward then backward, the tip of him stimulating your clit blissfully.

“Yes – yes,” you breath heavily, your skin burning with lust, “God yes… keep doing that,” you beg and he lowers your thigh to hold onto your hip for leverage. You arch your back, the angle giving him plenty of room to glide through your folds as your desire soaked his cock and your thighs. He buries his face into your neck and groans deeply, his voice shrouded in pleasure.

Keeping his thrusts gentle but quick, you feel your orgasm approaching and warn him. “I’m gonna cum,” you say, and he wraps his arm around your stomach, pinning your body to his as he grunts. “Me too, sweetheart.”

Kissing your neck as he breathing begins to stutter and choke, you listen to all those sexy noises he made and slipped over the edge together, reveling in the plentiful creamy warm ropes of his spend coating your pussy. You feel his cock twitching as he thrusts a couple more times, as if releasing every drop he could possibly give before finally relaxing behind you, though his breathing was still heavy as he gradually came down from his high. “Fuck. I’ve never done that before,” he murmurs, his voice laden with exhaustion.

“Me neither,” you laugh, “I just thought it would feel better for you than rubbing yourself against my back.”

“Oh, it did feel better,” he chuckles breathily. You lay together in silence for a few minutes, relishing in the post-coital bliss of your love making. It’s yet another act of pleasure you’ve both enjoyed without penetrative sex. You know when the time comes to feel him inside of you it’s going to be out of this world, but up until yesterday, you’ve never been intimate with Arthur. Suppose you’re just easing yourselves into the pleasure, not jumping right into it with sex first. You like this approach. It helps getting to know his body and what he likes.

Leaning over your body carefully and retrieving yet another rag from his satchel, he wets the fabric with some water from his canteen and cleans off the mess between your legs, the action making you whimper when he touches your sensitive area.

“Lay on your back for me, kitten,” he requests, and you oblige, laying on your back for him as he moves down your body, situating his face between your thighs. “Think you got another orgasm left in ya?” He asks, his eyes darting at your clit, “Mmm. I want a taste of this pretty cunt of yours.”

“Maybe,” you answer honestly whilst spreading your legs for him, “I’m still feeling sensitive, but as long as you take it slow, I should be okay, hon,” he smiles with the term of endearment, his cheeks blossoming a rosy pink in colour. “Of course, kitten,” he whispers reassuringly, a promise in his tone to take things slow.

He leans in and plants a kiss on your inner thigh first, his beard and moustache working wonderfully to tickle your skin in the best way. You shudder beneath him and feel his lips dragging up your leg, nearing your burning heat.

“Oh, look at you,” he growls mockingly, “Clenching around nothing, girl. Mhmm…and that ass looks so tight,” he touches you there, touches you where no one has ever touched you before — not even yourself. Your body jerks away from him naturally as you shake your head, and he reassures, “Don’t worry, darlin’. Only when you’re ready.”

“But what if I’m never ready, Arthur?” You let out a nervous laugh, to which he leans in to kiss your inner thigh again, mumbling against your skin. “Then it’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t gotta do anything outside of your comfort zone with me.” You look down at your body, gazing into his eyes with a warm appreciative smile on your lips. You appreciate that he isn’t like other guys who would try to persuade you to try anal, even though you never once thought he would be persuasive like that anyways, but you appreciate it nonetheless. He sees and feels your hesitancy, and that’s all he needs to know that you’re not so keen on the idea.

“Can I…” he trails off in a daze, looking at your pussy before looking back into your eyes, “Can I kiss your pussy, sweetheart?” He asks, and you love that he’s asking your permission beforehand. You nod feverishly, watching him with focus as he leans in to press his lips against your clit, the sensation making your eyes close instantly with a whimpering moan slipping past your lips, the sound giving him a boost of confidence to continue. You feel his tongue slipping between your folds, circling your clit a few times before finding the right rhythm that gives you the most pleasure – left and right rapidly.

Oh, the noises he made were sinful and impure, grunting and groaning into your cunt like a man starved as he slurped on your desire. You started to moan and didn’t stop, your pitch gradually getting so high that you had to bite the back of your hand and silence yourself. That only fuelled Arthur’s playfully sadistic nature. He wanted to make you scream and cry his name to the high heavens above, for the whole camp to hear you being pleasured like no one else has ever pleasured you before. He held the back of your thighs and lifted them up in the air, the angle giving him more room to suck on your clit now and ease two fingers deep inside of you, massaging your g-spot.

“Arthur!” You sob. Gripping his hair by the handfuls, he groans with you, the vibrations of his voice blissful and electrifying. Your thighs begin to shake violently, your toes curling as you see stars. It all happened so fast, yet your orgasm was prolonged as he didn’t stop licking and sucking on your bruised clit until it became too much for you to bear, the lower half of your body jolting away from him with overstimulation. He eased up and moved his head away, teasing you with chaste kisses on your swollen nub and watching the way you spasm with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Feel good, kitten?” He asks upon noticing the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You nod to him and mewl pathetically, looking at him with a blissed out expression on your face. “Yes baby,” you say between panting breaths, “Y-yes… It f-feels so g-good.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Think you can give me another one, beautiful?”

“Arthur,” you bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. He laughs with you and plants one last kiss on your cunt before moving up your body. If you could handle another round or more, he’d happily spend hours between your legs but you’re completely spent and the cramp in your lower abdomen needed time to ease off.

He rested his weight on you evenly, his forearms placed in the mattress at either side of your head as he leans in and closes the gap. You sample a taste of your own desire on his tongue, moaning together in unison as his cock presses against you before he pulls back to ask: “You wanna head out today? I’ll take you somewhere nice. Just the two of us.”

“I would love that, but what about the saloon job?” You ask, hating that a beautiful moment between you and the man is ruined with the remembrance of what happened last night with Jenny. You didn’t want to let her ruin your mood and tried to stay positive, and what Arthur told you next made you feel ten times better.

“I’m not doing it without you, and since Jenny wouldn’t step back to let you come along when I asked her, I told Charles to take my place,” he said, and you stared into his eyes with a lot of love and appreciation. It meant a lot that he would pass up the opportunity to do something he really enjoys with Hosea. It meant a lot that he would do that for you.

Once you both had eventually peeled yourself away from each other, got cleaned up and dressed, you exited your tent and made your way to the horses, hearing your names in the whispers. You and Arthur were the talk of camp. People seemed to be excited that you two were finally together, and in the middle of it all, stood Jenny with a regretful look on her face not only fucking up one friendship, but with two.

Maybe one day with some time and patience, you and Arthur will forgive her. After all, he is an exceptionally handsome man and you can’t really blame any woman for finding him so damn attractive.

However, there’s no doubt in your mind that you are his one and only gal.

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Smiling Critters Cartoon- Ouřa Thorn

I view the cartoon as the like. OG source of all other aus, even though the toys were probably made first, as well as the experiments, BUT I DO WHAT I WANT RWAH. So this is like. OG Thorn.

This is my explanation of where Thorn lives, and how they came into existence within the cartoon universe.

First of all, this story actually starts off with Bubbles. Although she wasn’t known as Bubbles back then- rather by her species, the Giant White-Tipped Wandering Tarantula- or ‘Big Blue’ as called by the rural farmers that would sometimes see her.

Wandering Tarantulas were a massive but mostly passive species of spider- known for patrolling expansive of land for food and water, and their freakishly good mimicry skills. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d see them clamber along the sides of wheat field, ever careful to not flatten any off the plants. They are tenders to the forest- a guardian to ward off any thing that threatens the beasts that reside inside.

One concept that I love and have burrowed is that there are ‘Critters’ aka Dogday ect, that are human like- and then ‘Beasts’ that are animals. And on some rare occasions, if a beast earns an emblem, they can become a critter, like Bobby bear hug from @novalizinpeace (who has a new blog now for their au, go check it out!!!!)

Bubbles was a beast- a very smart beast, just like how animals of our world can be very intelligent.

The way Thorn was born, was just like any other critter- by stork. And in this situation, by pure luck, fate and the animal intelligence that Bubbles possessed.

Litter happens. And sometimes, critters loose things. So whilst one fine morning, when Bubbles is wandering through the forest, they step on a paper, that had blown in, smudging a foot print on the bottom half. This note, was actually a letter- a half finished letter for a child that a parent must have lost.

Not that Bubbles knew that.

Unsure what to do with this paper, the tarantula did what most animals do- copy the creatures that normally have it. By watching the Critters, Bubbles witnessed Critters putting paper in a big red box. So they did the same. And, effectively, mailed a baby request, signed with their foot print.

Now I think there would be a little bit of slack in the Storks since in Nova’s au, King Canv(ass) got Crafty, and apparently Crafty and Dogday wrote a drunk letter and accidentally got another kid, so I’m gonna say that the storks are flexible, in case in more rural places were education isn’t the greatest, writing is a little hard.

And in the topic of rural- some farms just. Do not have addresses, and come on, it’s a magical place and babies come by storks- I’m allowed to bend the rules a little. So for rural places, you leave your finger print on the paper, and the storks use magic to track the print to exactly where you are! Hence why normally, the parent that leaves the print stays at home until the baby comes, cause you don’t want to get them like, at work.

And sometimes, since it’s such a tradition, the parents will leave the finger print instead of their name.

And well…… I feel sorry for that poor stork.

It was a first ever- that a Beast had ever snuck into the stork system. And after checking their equipment four times- nope, the letter was 100% from the Giant Tarantula. Also, there was no rules for this. Was the stork meant to leave a baby with this massive spider??? Take it back? Leave it at an orphanage? (Which was probably didn’t even exist if birth control wasn’t a problem if you get what I mean)

The stork contact their boss, and ofc, he/her/they, didn’t believe it at all. So the stork. Sat the baby down, and watch from afar, pray this animal would take the child.

And she did! The little spiky thing smelt weird, but when Bubbles pressed their pedipalps into the little things softer underbelly, it curled around them with the tiniest little purr ever. And well. Bubbles was therefore convinced that this little thing was their spiderling.

Between the half baked (defiantly a draft) writing and the crinkled, weathered paper with the dirty print- Ouřa Thorn turned out with some issues- the most prominent being that one of their horns had snapped. Whether the horn was to weak and broke, or if it never fully developed- no one knows- but it dreadfully impacted Thorns hearing, and therefore, their volume of their voice when they started interacting with other Critters.

Bubbles also being the Best Mum Ever tm, also was proven when it came to Thorns emblem- mainly because she found it. Thorns emblem is of course, the image of the world serpent- or Ouroboros.

Bubbles had found it deep within the forest, in a tiny old ruin- and well, knowing that their spiderling hoarded shinies like no one’s business, they took it back for them.

To Bubbles knowledge, they love it so much they wear it everywhere they go!

#♾ art #my art #oc #Ouřa Thorn #smiling critters oc #smiling critters cartoon #OG Ouřa Thorn

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toxooz · 6 months

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Hi, me again (senior in college)! Thank you for answering my previous ask! If it's alright to ask, could you please tell us more about Vinny and his momma (background, first squad interactions, etc)? I'm not sure if you already made a post about it or not. Thanks again <3!

- A.M.

OH BOI WOULD I ok so Vinny n his momma (Mrs.Clawford):

and her husband were a well adjusted family where Vin's dad worked at a chemical plant(made the majority of their income) and his mom works at a daycare. Vinny and his dad were super close and he would take Vinny fishing along with other activities when he could, he was a strong source of support and Vinny aspired to be like him when he grew up. When Vin was about 9 years old his dad was involved in a fatal explosion in the chemical plant and his mom had to break the news to him after getting the call. They both took it extremely hard and his mom, now having to work overtime and find an additional job to support them, could rarely ever be there for Vin. Vinny secluded himself and would often stay in his room all day playing games and would often times scrounge around the house for meals if his mom didn't have time to make something before she would leave for work. He became bitter and sulky most of the time and wouldn't say much to anybody, and while his mom did try to connect with him, in reality she was simply too tired from all the work so she could never quite be there for him emotionally for she was also dealing with the grief herself as well. When Vinny was 10, his mom put her paw down and bought him a scooter so that he would at least be outside while she was away, and she looked for a nearby park to take him to before work which ofc Ollie's skatepark was the only one in the city. Vinny hated this idea immensely and it was incredibly uncomfortable for him for he did not cope well with the sudden change of activity and being out all alone on a scooter he didn't even want, so he was NOT happy. His dad being gone and him having little closure over it meant that his pillar of support had vanished, so he was left vulnerable, anxious and alone at a huge skatepark with loud skateboards and even louder Big monsters

the first few days he was chased into a corner of the fence where he would stay bc it was too much to scoot around in fear that he may get knocked over or bullied ect. and he would hiss and swipe out of fear at people if they skated too close. A few skaters brought it up to Ollie that 'there's a lil dude who is totally Not having a good time over there' so Ollie checked it out and caught sight of the mini trembling furball in the corner evil eying everyone. He had to mosey his way over to him indirectly to not scare him more. He crumbled up his massive body to get as low and nonthreatening as possible and inched his way along the fence until he was at an interactive range with Vinny. Vinny noticed him a little too late, his fur stood up even more as he refused to look directly at Ollie while giving out a small low growl, but Ollie simply took out a candy bar, broke off a piece and ate it, then broke off another piece and calmly handed it to Vin.

Vinny reflexively looked over and hesitated a loong time before taking the piece and waited til Ollie ate another piece before he ate his. As they silently finished the candy bar, Vinny's fur had gone down and his ears came back up which was Ollie's que to ask him his name ect. and by that time Vinny was pretty receptive to it. Ollie asked him if he wanted to skate with him and while Vinny was hesitant he accepted. They eased their way through the skatepark as Ollie kept a slow pace to allow Vin to keep up and Vinny was g l u e d to the side of Ollies leg while everyone else at the park kept their distance to give them space. They did this for the rest of the day which Really got Vinny out of his shell and even made Vinny kind of excited to come back tomorrow. They pushed around for a few days as Vins personality started shining through and eventually Ollie let him try out his skateboard which Vinny was super excited about. Even though Ollies big ass board was like a surfboard to Vinny he still wanted a skateboard nonetheless so Ollie agreed to make him his own skateboard. Ponti didn't care for Vinny in the slightest and would call him 'that damn scooter kid' (he got scratched by Vin once on the tail and had a grudge against him since lmfao) so Ollie would have to defend Vin from Ponti sometimes for he would deliberately skate threateningly close to Vinny and hit him with his tail( Ponti was hostile as hell since he was still kinda new and him and Ollie still had a little beef at this time) which probably started some fights between Ollie and Ponti tbh BUT eventually Ponti warmed up to Vin as he had his own redemption arc and is now the mean older brother to him but will beat anyone to a pulp who messes with Vin. Remy didn't care for him either but was pretty passive and Abio and Oscar helped with the warm welcome. Vinny used the skateboard for a while and Ollie would take it back with him when the day was over but eventually his mom found out and she confronted Ollie n the squad about it mad as hell talkin abt how dangerous it was and how Vinny was going to break something or get in with the wrong crowd ect. so Ollie had to calm her down and apologized. Vinny was tore up abt the whole thing but when his mom saw how much fun he was having and how he had opened up she reluctantly agreed to let him skateboard sO dear god there's his origin 😭

THAT WAS LONG AS HELL MY BAD and kind of spoilery but its fine lmfao THNX 4 THE ASK!!

#vinny #mrs clawford #i had a full drawing of her but it was lost in the great burning of the library (accidentally deleting my entire blog)#sk8 squad #wheel bitten #oc lore #oc backstory #ollie #vin

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tinyidle · 6 months

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Can you do a Mishu smut with Shuhua as top and Miyeon is a sensitive bottom and Shuhua overstimulates her and makes her cry

let's see how quick i can write this while barely proofreading

I'm Not Sorry, Baby - CMY x YSH

WARNING: smut, some fluff at the end, kind of rough-ish sex, overstimulation, dry humping, dacriphyllia, subspace, kissing, hickies, nipple/breast play, nipple sucking, scissoring, dom!shuhua, top shuhua, sub!miyeon, sensitive!bottom miyeon, fiction ofc

shuhua pressed her lips onto miyeon's on her bed.

the older came to visit and hang out with the younger, but one thing led to another, and now the two are having a heated make out session.

miyeon's hands roamed all around shuhua's sides, trying to find a place to rest her eager hands while the taiwanese woman held her cheeks in her hands as they shared kiss upon messy kiss on miyeon's now plump lips. finally her hands rested on shuhua's hips as the younger moved her lips from miyeon's own lips to the olders cheeks, jawline, and then send flowerly pecks to her neck before resting her mouth there.

"shu- huaa," the older woman gasped as she felt shuhua's mouth make quick suction onto her neck, moving her hands from her hips to her buttk grasping it for a desperate sense of reality.

"mmh," shuhua hummed before letting go of miyeon's neck, licking over the area before giving it a gentle smooch and moving to another area to suck. by this time, she had her knees on either side of miyeon's hips, pressing her clothed crotched onto the other's in an attempt to get some friction. because of the material of their clothing, they could feel everything yet nothing at all.

shuhua unlatched herself from miyeon's now lightly blotched neck, smiling at the newly pink flowers of love she planted on her own personal canvas. sure, her lips were now throbbing and bruised from all the sucking, but found it to be worth the pain. "you look so pretty like this, unnie," she whispered while unbuttoning her top, letting it slip off along with her bralette. she then helps miyeon take off her top and bra before smiling down at how flushed the woman seemed to be from underneath her.

before miyeon could even ask her lover to do anything, shuhua rested her huge hands on her breasts, gently kneading them as she restarted her grinding on the older. miyeon was now breathing heavily as shuhua went from massaging her mound to using her thumbs to rub pleasure-bursting circles on miyeon's nipples. "you're s-so good to me," miyeon praised the younger before arching her back and calling out in pleasure as shuhua leaned down to use her mouth to please the older.

"mhmm," shuhua moaned before taking one nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it while still rubbing the other with her thumb. after a few minutes, she would switch between breasts while also continuing her grinding on the now completely red-in-the-face miyeon. when shuhua finally unlatched from her lover's nipples, she saw as miyeon looked close to the edge. leaning down to rub her own breasts to miyeon's highly-sensitive ones, she went close to miyeon's ear, kissing near it before whispering, "cum for me."

"ohhh~!" miyeon threw her head back and let out a sharp moan as she let her body just do whatever it wanted. she felt her juices flow down her thighs as she felt shuhua continue to rub against her clit. shuhua herself was falling apart as she used her older lover's orgasm to get off before releasing in her own confinements.

the two were breathing heavily, chest-to-chest, face sweaty and full of pleasure. when they would usually call it quits, shuhua got off of miyeon-- only to pull off both she and her girlfriend's bottoms off.

miyeon was confused, especailly post-orgasm. "shuhua, what are you-- FUCK!"

the younger went back to being on top of the older, hoisting her leg a bit to press her now bare clit to miyeon's equally bare core. as much as she tried to protest and unsuccessfully push away, miyeon let her lover use her to how she wanted. "im sorry, baby," shuhua feigned an expression regret, clearly stated on her face as it was covered in undenial pleasure. "but i know you love it."

while shuhua was pushing herself onto the older, eyes squeezed tight and moans in the form of pants, she decided to open them for a bit to see the state of the woman. miyeon's face was drenched with tears, her head contiously nodding with the phrase 'don't stop' and the word 'yes' being repeatedly chanted from her lips.

smirking, she pushed herself harder onto miyeon's clit, all until miyeon cried out. "fuck, im cumming! shuhua im cumming!" as miyeon let her body go into second release it needed, shuhua moaned loud as she grinded onto miyeon one more time before orgasming all over her lover.

they were both sweating hard, panting and on the verge of passing out.

after a few minutes of catching their breath, shuhua lifted up her hand to wipe the older's tears away. she then lifted the crying girl's chin up and gave her a gentle kiss. "unnie, i am actually sorry i made you cry," shuhua apologized.

"it's okay, shushu," miyeon assured her, brushing her long hair from her face before leaning in to kiss shuhua's still throbbing, slighlty heated lips. shuhua winced, but, after miyeon quitely apologized, shuhua only smiled and let her lover kiss her over and over again until they finally decided to clean up.

#gidle smut #miyeon smut #shuhua smut

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netherfeildren · 1 year

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FEAR OF GOD : Chapter VI : The indignity of suffering

Series Masterlist ; Moodboard

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: Go into that dark wood, but do not lose yourself.

Content Warnings: canon typical violence; gore; angst

A/N: I just wanted to say that you all have been so fucking kind and lovely and supportive to me. I’ve read and tried to reply to every single one of your messages and cherish them so so much. I can’t even tell you what it means to me to receive this type of response to something I’ve written, my very first thing I’ve ever shared publicly, at that. I seriously thought this thing’d have two hits, me and my burner account and that’s it. I appreciate each and every single one of you to the end of the earth, and hope I can continue to write things that you all relate to and are moved by and find solace in. Thank you so so so much. I love you and I wish you all nothing but the most amazing things in the whole world.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 3.5K

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CHAPTER VI: The indignity of suffering

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. -Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

You sit now in the dark quiet of your living room, facing straight forward, unseeing, feet planted firmly on the floor, trying to ground yourself and count the sounds of your breath. Feel the inhale pass all the way into your body, deep down to your toes, back up again through your abdomen, whistle through your lungs, up your throat and out, back into the world. A repetitive exercise to try and soothe your racing heart.

You need to leave.

Birdie, I love you. Birdie, Birdie, my Birdie.

Your nails are splintered bloody, the tips of your fingers rubbed raw from the fight in the woods. It hurts, and you pick at the broken skin trying to distract from the other pain writhing within you. Something, something else has to exist in the world that can hurt more than this, than him. Please, please, let there be something else worse than this. You pick harder at the skin. You still possess enough clarity of mind to be cognizant of the fact that your thoughts are slightly unhinged. Something to hurt more? Why? For what? What good would that do you? For the girl who’s always tried to have the answers to every question that came her way, you find that there are no discernible solutions to this. No reason, no way to conceptualize it. There was no easy way to color within the lines in this moment, tuck it all away neatly into a drawer. Your edges are frayed, savaged, bloody and torn.

He had done this to you – true. But in many ways you had also done this to yourself. You could only go on accepting the way others treated you for so long before it got to be too much. And you knew, once again, that it was all about the choices you made. What were you willing to put up with? What were you willing to let go of? What was necessary for your survival? What would you die without?

I will die without him, you think.

Asking for things for yourself had always been excruciating. You’d gotten better at pushing that piece of yourself away – that deficit – with age. You saw it for what it was now, something to hurt you, rather than, naively considered, to protect you. And it was time now, to ask for this, to demand he love you out in the open. He could not say the words to you, fuck them into you with his body and his touch, press them into your skin – and then take them back? No. His terror at the possibility of losing you, of you getting hurt sent him over the edge, robbed him of rational thought, you could objectively understand this, but the agony of having him and not having him – of being able to only brush your fingertips along the phantom idea of him, never being able to hold on tight — dig your nails into his skin and draw blood; well that provided grounds for cowardice. Surely, it excused it, even. Because, you think: this is unendurable, unendurable.

The two of you were made up of so much fear in equal measures. Him, afraid of his own feelings, of showing his softness, of putting that softness in someone else’s hands. And you, you, sometimes you terrified yourself. The lengths you could go to swallow your hurts, to repress the things that broke your heart – you couldn’t live like this anymore. It was too painful, abnormal – emaciating yourself in the name of being strong and stoic.

So perhaps Joel was right, in this instance. You did. You needed to leave. As a means of self preservation, you needed to do as he’d told you. You needed to get out, away from him. From yourself. From all these people who knew you, and how much you wanted and needed and loved him and fucking prostrated yourself at the effigy of him you’d created in your mind. You wanted to scream and thrash and gnaw your teeth through the very marrow of who and what you were, and you wanted to say that you hated him and yourself and everything, everything, everything. Why did you have to be this way? Why did he have to be this way? You felt angry and resentful with the world, with life itself. But you didn’t, you couldn’t, say or do any of those things.

None of them were true.

What was true was that it was not your responsibility to step between him and his daughter. To defend or protect him from her. That was not your place. Not right now, at least. The struggle between them was their own, could only be mended by them two.

What was true was that you loved him. And he loved you. You knew this now, without doubt. What was true was that he hurt you. That he was terribly afraid. That he could not allow himself the vulnerability of being hurt again himself.

Beth. Beth. Beth. Where are you, sister? I need you.

You needed to go back out. Despite what had happened tonight, and your very real fear that there could be more of those men out there, that woman and her baby were out there somewhere. You needed to find them; there was something inside of you urging you out there to them – the look in her eyes, the sound of the child’s cries – and there wasn’t anything that could stop you from going. The idea of leaving the safety of Jackson’s walls without Joel, without his reassuring protection and competence, caused a fear to surge up inside you that was almost debilitating. But you had to do this. You had to find them, help them in any way you could. The desperation in the woman’s eyes – it was like a mirror of your own terror the night Beth had died. You saw yourself in her gaze in that moment, the terrified reflection of your past self.

You’d gone straight to Maria from Joel’s. The look on your face, enough to tell her this was something you needed to do now. She’d gone straight to Noah first, then another girl in town, called Vero, both were competent trackers and hunters, and Noah was your friend. You knew he’d help you. They’d agreed to go. You’d head out tomorrow at first light, search the greater part of the day, go as far out as you could and still be able to make it back before dark. Easy and quick.

He wanted you gone. He wanted you to leave. Then you would. It wasn’t in your nature to be petty or lash out, but it was in your nature to hide, to swallow a hurt, to run. This was self preservation at its core. You needed to get away from the humiliation. The burning rejection of knowing that you loved him, and that even though he’d said the words, he still saw you as something apart from himself and the things he held close. Not family.

There was a more level headed part of you that objectively knew he’d be furious to know you’d gone back out without him. That he’d lose his mind when he found out. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The petty and hurt part, the part he’d just trampled all over, would win tonight, wanted to lash out. If Maria was letting you go you knew your plan wasn’t suicidal – at least not in terms of what you might run into out there. You both knew the three of you could take care of yourselves. Joel, though, he might just kill you himself when you returned.

But you needed time to conceptualize your feelings. Fold things away as neatly as possible – the things he’d said to you – you needed to shut this love away in a drawer, put it to rest as best as you could. Dissociate from it if necessary, from him.

You wished desperately for Connie in this moment. For his clear logic and calming baritone. Use your head, honey. The answer’s right there in front of you. For him to pet your hair and tell you it’d all be okay. But he wasn’t here. And neither was Beth or Ellie or Maria. No one you felt could understand, not truly. Really, you knew you wanted to talk to Joel. Knew he understood this overwhelming feeling of having absolutely nothing left to give. That he knew how someone who knows what it’s like to go without, is always willing to give more. Even if they don’t have anything left for themselves. That this feeling you were experiencing now was exactly what held him back from you.

He understood the sentiment intimately. As hard as he’d tried to push you away, keep you at arms length, shield the softness within himself from your prying eyes and grasping fingers, you’d seen it. You’d even felt it brush up against you. And you knew, you knew, he had so, so much left to give. Even if he couldn’t see it himself. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to share it with you. He’d done it for Ellie. For that little girl all that time ago who’d needed him, and despite his reluctance, fear, trauma, his painful, painful past – he’d given himself to her entirely.

It wasn’t in you to judge him for holding himself back from you. As much as it ripped you to shreds, you understood him with a profoundness and an empathy you surprised yourself with. Of course he was fucking scared. Of course he was terrified of the risk of pain. Of the risk of loss.

The mistake was to assume that any person you loved would be, at all times, without fault. Never cruel. Never selfish. Would never hurt you. In love or friendship or family, you now considered, with experience, the real test of longevity to be acceptance of that occasional mistake – whether it be cruelty or selfishness or hurt – it didn’t really matter. The people you loved would hurt you sometimes. They’d say the wrong thing. Do the wrong thing. Make the wrong choice. To err was human. No one was ever perfect one hundred percent of the time, and to allow for that margin of error, was to be merciful in your love. Not only for them, for the person you loved, but for yourself, as well. The capacity – the space to make mistakes and forgive yourself for it, own it and move on – that was true mercy. That was the true promise of longevity. Especially in a world like this, one so full of cruelty and danger and casual hurts. Risk, always risk just around the corner. And Joel, he was not a man who took risks lightly. He was an animal cornered – and a threatened creature does not think of consequences. It considers only survival.

It was in the way you proceeded after your mistakes, the choices, the actions you took to make reparations, that the true test lay.

All of this understanding, however, didn’t mean his rejection was painless. All the self awareness in the world still wasn’t enough to soothe the sting of rejection. And it stung like a bitch.

You feel yourself start to tilt sideways onto your sofa, glassy eyes taking in the warm corners of your home. The piles of books, your tacky orange plaid throw over the armchair by the fire, the drawings Ellie’d given you to put up. A life strung together with sheer determination – a safe space. It didn’t feel as safe, as warm, in this moment, without him. Autonomy over your body lost to grief, your shoulder hits the green cushion. You turn your face into the darkness and let the hot press of tears break free. Muffled and quiet, you let all that hurt you wished you could erase, out. The pain in your throat is strangling, trying to keep yourself contained. There is a savagely broken place within you that forces you, even in this moment, to remain subdued, and you wish you could let it all out in a messy explosion of tears and howling. That your mind would allow your physical reaction to reflect the seething pain you’re feeling inside, to let go of restraint for even just a moment.

When you’ve lost everything, how do you muster the bravery to hold onto something new?

You had it in you to run – to sneak away in the dark. This you knew. To be cowardly – even if only in his eyes. To be selfish. Even if you knew that running away, even after he’d told you to go, was the worst possible thing you could do to him. Be selfish, Birdie. Be selfish for me, just a little bit, he’d said once. Well, you would be. You needed distance and space to lick the bleeding wound your heart had become, and you had something you felt you direly needed to do. That woman was waiting for you out there – you felt it in your bones, the baby’s cry resounding in your memory over and over again.

Perhaps your anger was useless. After all, an animal cornered could only react on instinct, and Joel had cornered himself with his confession.

But you were so, so tired. You couldn’t fight anymore.

It’s the end of the goddamned world, Joel. Just love me like I know you do.

You pull the cinch of the saddle, checking it’s secure. You’d slept like shit, the events of the night before replaying in your mind on a loop. His words clanging against your skull over and over again. The dark woods – Beth’s dying screams. The clicking. The look on Ellie’s face – so concerned, scared for you. Scared of what would become of you without him. Dawn hasn’t broken over the horizon yet, but you’re ready to get out of here.

Sometimes you feel like he isn’t actually real. A figment you’ve created in your imagination. And really, if you’re being wholly honest with yourself, isn't that the most honest truth between the two of you? Isn't everything you think you need from him merely something born from your own yearning? Haven’t you been half-existing without him this whole time? One foot in, one foot out. If you’d never had the whole thing, had you ever really even had it at all?

Perhaps that isn’t fair, to either of you. You can’t tell what’s right or wrong anymore, real or imaginary. Your mind, blanketed by exhaustion, coherence gone out the door like an old lover.

Have I been walking in circles again?

“You ready to go?” You’re snapped from your reverie at the sound of Noah’s voice. Nausea churns in your gut on a low, threatening simmer. Everything held in a tight knot at the base of your throat. Vero’s saddled and ready to go – waiting for the two of you to mount, as well.

Maria’s old adage, her overused one at that, sounds in your mind: The only people who can betray us are the ones we trust. How right she always is. After all, hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. Who knows your soft spots, where to strike hardest, better than someone who loves you?

Leaving was probably a mistake. In the cool clarity of the damp morning, you’re worried you’re walking into something the three of you are ill prepared for, incapable of handling. But you know that baby is out there – you know the desperation in the woman’s eyes wasn’t feigned, couldn’t be. You had to find them. And Joel’d done most of the heavy lifting, killing, last night – that man’s skull crushed beneath the violent weight of his fist, the stray clickers done away with. All you had to do now was find that woman and her child, and hope nothing worse waited for you out there.

So much had happened in the span of such a few, seemingly short hours.

You mount your horse, and your belly sways with nausea you have to grit your teeth against. Concern nips at your heels, but you can’t think about that now. Not after last night, not in light of what you’re about to set out to do. Perhaps not ever. Perhaps you can ignore your anxieties and suspicions indefinitely. Perhaps then, they can’t hurt you, won’t be made real. Can’t remind you of how alone you’ll be after this is done.

You have much to do: you must make yourself into stone, kill your memories, kill your desires, find your future. Change the very nature of your soul, if you must, learn to live without him.

Noah settles on his mount, and you click your tongue, the three of you start to move forward. You’re afraid. A huge yawning pit of trepidation, of terror opening in your gut. This is how Joel must feel all the time. But there’s also the voice in your head, telling you this is something you need to do. No matter what. You feel so keenly, in your very marrow, that they’re waiting for you. There was no discerning evidence as to why you knew you needed to do this, why you felt you’d recognized her, but you did.

It seemed empirically impossible that the two of you’d have met each other at that precise moment last night. In the tumult of chaos that had crashed around the two of you in that dark wood, that the night had cleared for one precise second to allow you to look at her face, to see all she needed to voice but could not say; that she was terrified, that she needed help. There had to be a reason for that.

You’d been searching for reasons in meaningless things for far too long now. You knew this. You should apply your rational mind to questioning this hair-brained plan, tell yourself that leaving without Joel, despite the things he’d said last night, was suicide. You could very well die, either out there, at the hands of some monster, or in here, after he murdered you for going out there without him. Part of you didn’t really care anymore. A blanket of numbness clouding your judgment.

You’d always been a girl that had done as she was told, inhabited the place in life assigned to you. Perhaps now was as good a time as any to do something you weren’t supposed to.

You ride for several hours before you’re attacked. The silent woods surround the three of you, moving slowly in the general direction of the clearing from last night, and then further on towards the way which she’d fled. It’s peaceful, the steady cadence of the horses hooves, the wind disturbing the stillness of the trees like a whispered song of the leaves; you think they might be telling you to turn around, to go back to him. And then, as if you’d been struck by lightning, coming to after, only to discover catastrophe of the highest order. You tell yourself you won’t regret your choice to come out here, you won’t, no matter what happens, you all can fight, this was something you had to do. There’s chaos circling you, Vero and Noah’s shouts, a gun sounding, and then you turn to see Vero’s body falling to the ground. There’s a bullet wound straight through her skull, dead center, brain matter splattering behind her in a sick mockery of strewn life. You’re shocked into utter stillness, all thought, all understanding wiped from your brain as neatly as the bullet through hers. This is your doing.

And then fire, fire, fire, suddenly – shockingly. Pulverizing your ribs, your flesh, your very self. An inferno climbing up your chest, down your hip, and through your arm, spreading uncontrollably. You lose your seat on the horse, and then you too, are plummeting to the ground. The unyielding ground surging up towards your face like a cold wave. You feel as if you fall for centuries, and then your body is slamming sickeningly against the forest floor, your shoulder crunches and you want to howl; your head rebounding so hard you feel your very brain jostle inside your skull. Your vision flashes in and out, blurred and unfocused, and all you can discern are the mammoth figures of the trees around you. Looming over you like monsters in the dead of night, come to devour.

My secret, my secret, I never got to tell him.

You try to curl in on yourself, protect whatever remains of a body you’re not sure you possess anymore. More resounding shots of a gun, again, again, screaming and howling. Perhaps the wolves have descended. He’s going to be so angry, you think. My friends, my friends are dying because of me. Noah, where is Noah? Please, please, don’t be dead too.

You think that if you die, Joel and Ellie have to make up. They have to. He’ll need her so much.

Birdie, I love you. Birdie, Birdie, my Birdie.

You should have never left. You should have stayed with him. No matter what he said. What the hell did he know anyway? You should have fought harder. You should have stayed with him.

The dark lake of unconsciousness swallows you whole.

Chapter VII

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slutsukio · 11 months

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how they react when you tell them you like them. ( awotw x black!fem reader )

NETEYAM ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — cant even lie, neteyam was already knew, but he was oblivious as well. he picked up your flirty habits and late night talks with him, and assumed that you liked him.

❊ — "oh i knew that already." he chuckled at you as your jaw hung from straight EMBARASSMENT. he laughed dead at you in your face, before grabbing your hand and planting a sweet kiss on the back-side of it.

❊ — you guys talked that night about what you guys wanted to be, and how not to rush into things if you needed time to think about this more.

❊ — very respectful of your voice and opinions and lets you have the stage when you want to be heard. talked his ear off ALL GODDAMN NIGHT, and apologized in the morning for it.

❊ — after yall got off the phone, he went to go tell lo'ak who was up on the game, and they started celebrating and got hella excited.

❊ — p.s, they daddy came in the room and told them to shut up cus they was too damn loud, and him and lo'ak laughed the rest of the night off.

LO'AK ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — now lo'ak ass, he had to find out from kiri that you liked him. i SWEAR he was so confused, and realized how bad he been fumbling.

❊ —"OHHH SHITTTT." he yelled aloud and whipped out his phone and ran to his room. you answered the facetime call and seen a big smirk on his face.

❊ — "a lil birdie told me you liked me." he spoke to you while giggle and kicking his feet, to obviously make the moment more alive. your eyes widened and you let out a nervous chuckle and trailed off a lil bit.

❊ — he eventually made plans to go out with you, on a date. he had to get neteyam and kiri to help cause he aint wanna fuck it up more than he already had.

❊ — you and lo'ak went on a lil picnic date, and he surprised you with some of your favorite vinyls. jill scott, sade, micheal jackson, etc. had bought you both cookies and wings to talk about some things, before he asked you the big question.

❊ — "so...do you wanna be my girlfriend?" he muttered to you while avoiding eye contact, and you couldn't help but laugh. you jumped in his arms and gave him a lil kiss on the cheek.

❊ — "of course i'd be your girlfriend, stupid." you told him before two big smiles were painted on the both of you guys' faces.

❊ — p.s, he told his homeboys and his brother he got a kiss the first date, knowing damn well it was a PECK.

KIRI ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — you kept it long enough as a secret, thinking all the gifts you gave her were just friendly friends yk. she was SHOCKED, but not in a bad way ofc.

❊ — ever since you guys started dating, she would always hold your hand out in public, wear your bracelets/necklaces, and really cherish everything you give her.

❊ —you gave her a love letter on yall year anniversary (not dating, just knowing eachother), and she started to tear up.

❊ — "noo, baby dont cry." you chuckled and wiped her tears away before hugging her, whilst giggling a little bit. she keeps all of you guys' photos, jewlery, letters, and cards in a lil box, along with her moms stuff too.

❊ — she calls it her "loved ones" or "gifts from my eywa's."

❊ — p.s, her brothers make fun of her about her corny nicknames all the time, but its a sibling thing. they know how much she loves you.

TSIREYA ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — baby girl started to blush and giggle and everything.

❊ — "you like..me?" her surprised tone and her flushed skin made you laugh in her face (not in a rude manner ofc), and kissed her forehead.

❊ —ao'unung be side eyeing yall and everything. "aye aye aye, what yall doin in this room?" he would burst through it and see you guys fake sleeping together.

❊ — you guys are always having dates at both of you guys' houses. her parents welcome you with smiles and warmth, yours do the same with her.

❊ — shes most def the type to send you cute tiktok dances and be like "learn them cus we gonna do this." if you DONT learn them, she aint gon be mad, gonna take the time outta her day and a plethora of tries to get it perfect.

❊ — p.s, lo'ak was crying when you scooped tsireya up before he coulda got the chance to even TALK to her.

A'OUNUNG ! ׄ ⭑ ⁔

❊ — now THIS nigga right here knew it, just like neteyam. yall was always talking to eachother, play fighting with one another, then going home and telling yalls siblings about eachother.

❊ — tsireya and you hung out alot, and everytime she'd come home ao'unung standing right by the fucking door. "yo, what did you and y/n do today." he asked, tryna take mental notes of what you like.

❊ — when you and your friend group hung out, you saw ao'unung and his homeboys out (like tsireya aint tell him yall was gonna be out), and came up and asked you for yk your numberr so he could "get to know you better."

❊ — when yall started talking, he responded in a blink of a damn eye. this nigga aint NEVER been so thirsty for nobody, he was on his joe goldberg shit.

❊ — after talking for a few months, yall started talking 25/8 and eventually he asked you on a date.

❊ — he had tsireya help and everything, and ofc you said yes and jumped into his arms with a big smile on your face.

❊ — p.s, he the third to last of his homeboys to finally get a gf. the last two were roxto and lo'ak.

❁ suki speaking — why am i just now finding out tsireya is fucking 13. i thought she was fucking 15 atleast. but, enjoy the fluff guys!! giggle, love u all.

#❁. suki's work #headcannons #awotw x black reader #awotw x reader #lo'ak x reader #ao'nung x reader #live laugh love lo'ak #lo'ak my twinem forreal #enjoy!!!

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dun9eons · 1 month

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a/n: hihi first post on this site anyway enjoy chiaki x fem reader smut (my chance to revive the danganronpa community is at low rn..) my carrd if u wnna know more abt me > dun9eons.carrd

summary: you make chiaki mess up on a level and she punishes you for it (im nasty like that..)

CW (18+): smut, cunnilingus, make-out, fingering, overstim, wlw

words: 3.0k

fuck up, make up

You 're playing a game on your phone, trying hard in those team games and yelling at your teammates, so what? They 're bad and you're obviously better than them. Silently cursing to yourself for your teammates mistakes, you got a notification on the top of your screen.

Your face moves closer to the screen for a better look to realize it was from your crush Chiaki. Chiaki? Why would she be messaging you now? You knew around this time she would be napping, but any how, you opened to message that reads; “hi S/OOOOO, I just wanted to let you know if you could like come over to my dorm to hang out n stuff”

You started smiling at the screen in excitement, as you quickly typed back; “yeah ofc i can, js givr md a few minutes and ill be there!” You made typos along the way during type just a simple response, did Chiaki as your crush really affected your typing towards her? Jesus it’s pathetic. Your finger shook, leaning closer and closer to the send button, finally pressing it. You got up from your bed, packing your phone, console, and your dorm keys. You head for the door, opening then leaving, walking to Chiaki’s dorm. Chiaki’s house wasn’t far from yours, just a simple few minute walk from one side of the dorms to another.

You’re finally at her door, you knock a few times, Chiaki yawns, opening the door for you as she moves, making room for you to step inside. “Hey, S/O…” She gives you a small wave, rubbing her eyes as she holds a video game console in the other hand. Already in her pajamas.

"H-Hi Chiaki..!" You stuttered, you cursed yourself silently, why did you stutter? Just the presence makes you shiver, but she’s not even scary, she's the opposite of scary, you guess that you have a crush on her, who wouldn’t be nervous around their crush?

Snapping out of your thoughts you wrapped your arms around her neck as you buried your face in the crook of her neck.

Chiaki jumps a little at your sudden gesture, her eyes widening in surprise for a moment before she relaxes and wraps her arms around you in return, gently rubbing your back.

"Hey, what's up? Are you alright?" She asks in a soft voice, her breath warm against your ear. "You came all this way to see me, so I'm happy you're here, but is everything okay?" She looks at you with concern, her blossom pink eyes searching for your answer.

You pulled back from the hug with a little worried look on your face. “I’m fine, why?” You asked in a nervous tone, was it obvious that you look or act differently around Chiaki because she’s your crush? Who knows.. “Ah, sorry for assuming, you just look a little err.. Red?” Her hand reached up for your face, softly swiping off your hair from your forehead, as she planted the back of her hand onto your forehead. “You’re kinda burning up S/O, are you sure you’re okay?” “Of course I’m fine, don’t worry!” You instantly felt your face heating up and turning more redder, due to the contact and her basically calling you out. “Alright alright..” Chiaki's brow raises she's skeptical but she leads you into her living room, setting down the video game console on the table.

"Alright, how about we play a game together and then maybe have some snacks? What do you think?" She asks, trying to make you comfortable and ease the tension.

“Yeah sure, I wouldn’t mind that.”

As you settle down on the couch, she turns on the console and selects a game for you both to play. Chiaki joins you on the couch, sitting close to you, you and her thighs brushing against each other lightly.

"Alright, here we go.." She says, starting the game. She's quite good at gaming, her fingers moving quickly on the controller, emitting soft grunts of concentration.

After a few rounds, you notice she's leaning closer to you, her body pressing against yours slightly. You can smell her light floral perfume mixed with a hint of vanilla. Your heart races faster as she focuses intently on the game.

You stole a few glances from her, noticing how cute she looked when she was tense and so concentrated on a game. You looked back onto the screen, looking on her side of the screen, you noticed that she was about to break a world record score.

It’s to the point you 're way too comfortable with each other, so you thought it was funny and fine to elbow Chiaki on the side, causing her to mess up. The room was silent, until Chiaki finally spoke up. “S/O what the hell? Why did you do that?” She said with a frustrated tone, “I was about to break the world record, oh my god..”

Realizing what you’ve done, you apologized frantically, “I-I’m so sorry Chiaki! It was just a prank I swear!”

“Prank? And you thought that was funny? S/O I swear..” She trailed off when she said the last word to her sentence, you tried brainstorming ideas on how Chiaki can forgive you, she was your crush, and your crush hating you was the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone, so you finally spoke up. “I’m so sorry Chiaki, I-I’ll do anything! Please just forgive me..” You pleaded desperately.

There was a minute of silence, you noticed a grin forming on Chiaki’s face, you knew what you said was very risky, but Chiaki wouldn’t go that type of risky right? Well, that's what you thought, until she spoke up. “Anything? Are you sure you mean anything..?” She asked, leaning closer than usual. Your breath hitched at the sight of Chiaki leaning in, your faces a few inches away from each other.

“Yes, anything! Just please forgive me, that's all I want..!” Your eyes stayed on the pillows of the couch you were sitting on, your body filled with guilt and nervousness, you kept thinking to yourself; what is she going to do to you?

(W: Anything past this part is 18+ if ur uncomfortable, please skip through)

“Well then, if you say anything.. Then you wouldn’t mind If i did this, right..?” She leans in closer, her lips barely brushing against yours, your heart was beating so fast, you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, even if she was right in front of you.

Both of your lips we're now connected, her hand resting on the side of your cheek, it started of slow and a bit shy, then you eased into it, Chiaki’s tongue desperately asking for entrance in your mouth, you opened your lips a bit more wider for her tongue, she easily slipped inside, claiming all of your mouth with her tongue. She was so aggressive with her kissing, you fell back on accident, all of your back resting on the couch pillows you were sitting on, and Chiaki on top of you. Her knee was slightly pushing in between your thighs, putting pressure on your sensitive area.

Both of you continued your passionate make-out, turning more needy every passing second, Chiaki then pulled her head back, looking down on you, still continuing to grind her knee against your sensitive area. “Uhm.. Why’d you stop..?” You don’t even know why you asked this, you 're just so needy and lusting for more from Chiaki, you never knew she was good at these types of things, is it because of the dating sims she would play? “Oh? You want more..?” She said, with a teasing smile, “I just have one more question for you S/O, then maybe I’ll give you some more.” “Yes, o-of course..! What’s your question..?” You waited in anticipation with whatever question Chiaki would ask you.

“Well.. S/O, do you perhaps.. Like me..?” Your heart dropped at the question, how did she know? Was it really that obvious you like her? You wanted to just end yourself right then and there. “I’m sorry S/O, but you made it pretty clear you liked me, even when you came right at the door, you were so flustered and all red around me weren't you..?” You took a deep breath before finally confessing, “Yes Chiaki, I’ve liked you for such a long time, I don’t even know how long, but I know that I love you dearly..”You finally realized what you said, you confessed to her, her on top of you, you can’t even tell if this is a good or bad situation to be in. You instantly bring both of your hands to your face, covering the growing blush, your eyes filling with tears and sliding down your cheek. Now you really wanted to end yourself.

“Oh S/O..” Chiaki noticed you were crying from the sniffling sounds you 're making, she gently took your hands off your face and rested a hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears.

You used your sleeve to try wiping off the tears, along with Chiaki’s gentle care, you stopped crying, but that didn’t stop your sniffling and your flustered face. “S/O, stop crying okay..? You didn’t even let me finish..” You wondered what she was going to say next, was she going to reject you? Accept your confession? Anything can happen. “S/O, I’ve loved you for such a long time as well, as soon as my eyes landed onto yours, you were so perfect, so kind, so gentle..” Your face filled with a red color even more than before somehow, you couldn’t believe it, she liked you back. You were hers. You didn’t even respond, but you put your hand on the back of Chiaki’s head, forcing her lips to connect with yours. It was yet another aggressive make-out, making a few soft moans during it. God, you were so aroused, you didn’t care about anything but just her, the thought of you being hers increased your arousal significantly. Chiaki started kissing further down, to your cheek, and onto your neck and collarbone, making a few hickeys along the way. Chiaki pulled back, she adjusted herself and was now sitting on top of your lap, admiring the marks she made on your neck and collarbone. Her hand slowly rises up from her side, placing her hand on your chest. “May I?” She asked, would you let her do such a thing? Her taking off your clothes? Yes. Yes you would. You nodded frantically, just being more in need of Chiaki’s touch.

With your confirmation, she kept going, unbuttoning the uniform to your clothing, taking off your blazer, and your white sleeve top, tossing them on the floor. You couldn’t believe it, your bra was exposed to Chiaki’s view. You didn't even care anymore, you just wanted her to touch you right then and there. She reached behind her, pulling the waistline of your skirt just a little lower than usual, showing the outline of your underwear. She took her hand off your skirt, then continued her attention on your chest, with your bra still exposed to her view, she definitely wanted to see less than that, so she reached a hand behind your back, unclipping your bra, she then brings her hand back, pulling down your bra, now with your perky breasts to her view, nipples hardening to the cold air of the room.

It took her a minute, leaning in, teasingly licking the tip of your nipple, causing you to slightly twitch and your breath hitching. Without any warning, her mouth enveloped your nipple, her other hand slightly pinching and twisting your other nipple to further increase your arousal and sensations. You let out a few whines and shaky breaths of pleasure, you could feel Chiaki smiling against your chest, she knew you were needy for her, she found it adorable.

As Chiaki was still busy with your chest, you could start feeling an awkward heat rising from the lower region of your body, you couldn’t believe you were enjoying it this much, you just confessed to Chiaki, made out, now having sex? It was like a dream come true.

But your thoughts came to a stop when she pulled her head back, you could feel her saliva traveling down your chest to your torso or down your ribs. She adjusted herself, now in between your legs. Being left with no touch, you were squirming a lot, trying hard to create some sort of friction, but with Chiaki’s leg still in between your legs and teasing your sensitive area, she believed it was time for attention for a different area.

She pulled your skirt down and puts the middle of her finger, slightly pressing it on your damp panties, she giggled slightly, you were so wet, so aroused. “S/O.. You’re so wet already, just from a little touching..” She teased, her fingers doing circle patterns on your panties, she could feel your clit pulsating in need. “Shut up..” You whined, you wanted her to stop teasing you, and just touch you on the place where you needed her most. She scoffed, playing with the waistline of your underwear, she gave you a look to keep on going or not. You nodded, and you felt her sliding your underwear down to your ankles.

She then cupped your pussy with her palm, feeling the warmth emanating from your needy pussy.

“Chiaki please..” You pleaded, you kept squirming, letting out a whimper, you really need her fingers inside you right now. “So needy..” She mumbled, she then placed two fingers on your folds, opening them for a better view. She then stuck in one finger, pumping in and out of you, teasing you in such an annoyingly slow way. It felt a bit uncomfortable at first, the first time both of you have ever had sex, so, she took it slow at the start, but a minute or two later, she gradually increased her speed, starting to become more aggressive and powerful, curling her fingers up with each thrust for that g-spot. You arched your back off the couch, your chest heaving, the continuous moans and sobs you let out. “Ngh..~ Aaahnn.. Ch-Chiaki..~!” She then added a second finger onto the first one, which made you make even more noises, she leaned into your neck, her fingers still pumping in and out of you. She kissed everywhere on your neck and collar, leaving more hickies. You desperately reach your arms out, hanging them onto Chiaki for dear life, the pain and pleasure you are enduring is so much, your nails are digging to the back of Chiaki’s skin. “Ch-Aah.. Chiaki..! M-More pl-ngh.. Please~!” You choked out, barely getting the chance to form understandable sentences, it was pure gibberish. “Mmmh.. Such a pillow princess..” She said, her hot breath against your ear, she did well putting you in such a lustful state, your mind was just nothing but blank but filled with lust and desire, all for Chiaki.

She added yet another finger, now making it three, the pure sensation of 3 fingers pumping in and out of you at such a fast pace made your eyes roll back. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten even more from each thrust from her. You were so close, you needed to release.

“Chiaki.. I-I’m ngh..~ Gonna c-cum..” You muttered, signaling to Chiaki that you were close. After Chiaki knew you were close, she went even rougher and faster. Not even a minute later, you finally released on her hand, your thighs spasming. You watched your cum slowly travel down to the couch’s surface and down your thigh. You glanced up at Chiaki, she had most of the cum on her fingers and hand, she then reached her hand out towards your face, stretching her fingers to see the string of cum stuck in between. “Never knew you could produce that much S/O..” She grinned. You said nothing, you were busy desperately breathing for air, your chest heaving. Chiaki then came back to her position, she looked like she had a thought to herself, not a good one at most, she was smiling in a way that you knew she was up to no good. She shifted lower, now her head in front of your dripping pussy. You instantly realized what she was doing. “Wait Chiaki.. I can’t last another round..” You said, still breathing heavily from your first orgasm.

“Mmh.. You want my forgiveness right..?” She grinned an evil smile, she knew the power she had on you, you were so submissive to her. You couldn't do anything but just sigh and comply with her.She smiled innocently, prepping both of your legs on top of each of her shoulders for easier entrance and view. Your pussy was still dripping from your intense orgasm just bare minutes ago.

She planted kisses on your pussy. Her tongue teasing your entrance, flicking her tongue up, causing you to let out a whimper. She then plunged her tongue in, exploring and expanding your walls. The sensation of her tongue just flicking inside you rapidly made you scream. You already felt another orgasm coming, and it was only one or two minutes since she started. You needed to release again, it was starting to become painful, yet still pleasuring.

“Chiaki.. I-I’m! Going to cum a-again..~!” You mewled out, your moans being mixed with sobs, you couldn’t take it anymore. You really needed release.

And with that, a minute later goes by, and you finally cum, producing even more than before. Chiaki carefully placed down your legs on the couch again, licking your sweet cum off her fingers.

“You did so well for me S/O, is this a warning that you don't mess me up again..?” “Of course..”

i wish chiaki could do tht to me irl istg

for anyone who wants the link of the photo i used for the > banner <

#🦇 - written by dun9eons #dun9eons - sdr2 #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #chiaki x reader #wlw post #wlw #chiaki smut #fem reader #fem bottom #character dom #danganronpa #lemon #smut #reader bottom #super danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair #fanfic #oneshot

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starfish-sonnyangel · 6 months

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AURORA CYCLE CAMP AU i couldn't stop thinking abt this there's so much potential here

BASICALLY there are 4 cabins, each with a pair of counselors.

Auri/Scar (girls cabin)

Fin/Kal (boys cabin)

Ty/Nari (boys cabin, poor Nari)

Zila/Saedii (girls cabin)

Auri

she used to go to the camp when she was younger so she’s like a senior here

friends with everyone

leads the nature hikes

even tho she’s been going to the camp for 10+ years is incapable of making a friendship bracelet more complicated than a fishtail (she’s tried)

head chef!

one night she got really sick and couldn’t cook so fin took over, the result closely resembled a bowl of vomit. everyone ate smores for dinner that night.

her and scar are actually a great pair, they balance each other out and probably get along better than any of the other counselor pairs do

Scar

avoides her duties at all costs

just makes friendship bracelets and gossips about the other cabins

gives the campers relationship advice but they’re all like, eleven

“girl taking your pen!!! the sparkly one too?? i’m getting major red flags, that's such an ick. you need to dump him next recess.”

everyones fav counselor 1000%

surprisingly good at pep talks

always the one that gets called in when there’s camper conflicts

blasts britney spears in the mess hall (speaker is consequently confiscated by tyler)

Kal

came for the service hours, stayed for the found family

surprisingly very responsible and into nature

always the one who gathers the wood for the campfire each night

helps in the kitchen most nights (he maintains that it’s to spend as little time with finn as as possible orrr is it because auri is head chef cough cough)

no one knows anything about him. like anything. where he’s from? what his last name is? how old he is? if he has family? zilch.

has to enforce 98% of the rules bc fin couldn't care less abt disciplining the campers

very passionate about algae??? no one has any idea where that came from

could and would fight off a bear

takes the spiders that get into the cabin back outside in a little cup (while fin is curled up on his bunk screaming)

scar drags him into making friendhsip bracelets with him

has a black nalgene with like 5 half finished bracelets hanging off it that he takes everywhere with him

definitely doesn't make auri bracelets idk why you would think that

Fin

imagine how chaotic he was in the series, times 100

pushes everyone in on lake days and then whines when the campers push him in

“fin, what’s this type of plant called?” “girl . . . a leaf prolly idk”

tries to sneak his nintendo switch onto the camp (it gets confiscated by a very disappointed tyler)

goes over to the girls cabins a bittt too often to flirt with scar (and annoy auri)

called the top bunk as SOON as he got in that cabin

allergic to everything under the sun so the forest scare the shit out of him (the other counselors have yet to figure out why exactly he signed up for a camp . . in the forest)

CANNOT swim and is terrifiyed of the lake on the campgrounds

again no one knows how tf he got hired

scar's theory is the camp had him signed up as a camper and the system fudged the lists up

Zila

so quiet she blends into the forest on accident

once fin was walking down a trail with rations, zila was just off the trail trying to get a goldenrod sample and started talking to him all of a sudden, not realizing she was completely obscured by a tree to his POV. cue the ration packs flying everywhere and fin running back up the trail screaming

once sat on a log for three. hours. motionless, just watching a stream

goes on very mysterious “nature walks” where no one hears a single thing for her for hours and hours

can identify ever bird call

knows every plant, it’s scientific name, if it’s invasive or native, etc etc

100% wakes nari up to see the stars during a meteor shower (in a very platonic way ofc ofc)

has a first aid kit on her at all times

Tyler

Ty 🤝 Nari

running that cabin like a boot camp

no bc you will never be able to convince me that their dynamic wouldn’t have been peak

if everyone didn’t have a crush on him, he’d be the counselor everyone complained abt

scar still complains abt him tho (as her sisterly duties require)

actually a boy scout so this is his natural habitat

lovesss ordering people around its like his favorite thing

really demanding but he is also never seen not working on smth so you can’t really get mad at him for it

always starts campfire nights off with some Sun Tzu quote or a #motivational speech

has a trophy shelf in his bunk but its just all the things he's confiscated (the speaker and switch being some of said objects)

Saedii

do what she says. thats it.

is actually pretty chill if you follow the rules, do your chores, don’t get into fights etc.

with that being said, once you screw up, it’s over

shes like a crow she just remembers bro

can remember every camper shes ever had, what the looked like, acted like, every time they messed up etc.

just don’t mess with her

is prepared for every possible situation

bear attack? dw, she’s got a gun. tsunami? she’s trained. wildfire? she’s a volunteer firefighter back home.

doesn't outright say she and kal are related but doesn't not confirm it either

bonded with tyler over their extensive shared knowledge of the camp's allowed procedures in the case of an intruder on the campgrounds

#aurora cycle #aurora's end #kal gilwraeth #scarlett jones #aurora jie-lin omalley #fin de seel #tyler jones #nari kim #zila madran #saedii gilwraeth

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starstruckunknown-princess · 4 months

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Redolence & Spice - Frankie Morales x OFC

Summary: Frankie's wife catches a whiff of Frankie's new beard balm and it distracts her all day.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Unnamed OFC (no description, photo for aesthetics only)

Warnings: domestic!Frankie, Canon Events happened but aren't mentioned, OFC has a vadge otherwise is a blank slate, cunnilingus, flirting, smut, descriptions of scents

Word Count: 1328

A/N: This may or may not be based on actual events that happened when my hubs switched beard balms...Anyway, yes I am still alive! It's been a while since I've posted, been going through some stuff career/life wise but I'm regaining muse and motivation.

Comments/Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated and would totally help the motivation factor. I hope you enjoy my first foray into TF territory!

XOXO, Meghan

The morning started out as usual, with her grumbling when Frankie’s alarm went off and him planting an affectionate kiss on her shoulder as he headed into the shower. After a few more minutes cursing the fact that she had to get out of their warm, comfy bed, she meandered into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

It was her day off, so she whipped up some eggs and was working on the bacon, sipping her coffee when her freshly-laundered husband joined her in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek, warming her from the inside out.

“Morning, querida,” he said, nuzzling her neck. That was when she noticed something…different about the way he smelled. With a deep inhale, she pulled his scent into her lungs. He smelled like his shampoo and clean clothes, but there was something deeper to it. New. Sensual. Spicy. Woody.

“Are you sniffing me?” he asked, stepping back so she could turn to face him.

“Yeah,” she said, “Come here.” She flicked the burner off and leaned toward him, but he leaned back out of her reach. She leaned again and he stepped away, so she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him toward her. He obliged and muttered something about ‘can’t get enough of me,’ under his breath.

“You smell different.”

“Bad different?” he asked.

“No, I like it. What is it?”

She hadn’t noticed any bottles of cologne in the bathroom and Frankie hadn’t changed shampoos or body wash since before they had met. In fact, Frankie was a very low-maintenance man when it came to toiletries — his showers were quick, efficient, utilitarian. She always figured that was a lingering remnant of his Army days.

He ran a hand over the scruff along his jawline, “You mentioned some beard burn along your inner thighs, so I got some stuff to soften it up.”

Now that he’d pointed it out, she could see a faint sheen along the hairs. A large grin broke on her face. The beard burn hadn’t been bad at all, but she noticed the red marks in the shower and only brought them up to tease him about his enthusiasm for going down on her.

“How thoughtful of you,” she demurred.

He winked at her and went to pour himself coffee in his beat-up travel mug, “What will I think of next, hmm?”

Moving toward him, she pulled his face toward hers and ran her nose along his jaw, taking in the delicious scent of the beard balm. The woody spiciness mixed with his natural warm Frankie smell made for a heady combination, and she planted her lips onto his in a searing kiss. He put his hands on her waist and like a cat she pressed herself against the broad expanse of his body, whining when he pushed her away.

“Much as I’d love to continue, I’m gonna be late for work,” he said, apology lacing his words. She pouted and he chuckled, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “You keep thinkin’ what you’re thinkin’ though. I’ll see you tonight.”

With another stolen kiss and whiff of his new scent, she let him go. She got back to making breakfast for herself to the sound of his old truck starting.

The scent of him lingered, even after she’d taken her own shower. She found the beard balm in his basket of toiletries while she was applying her skin care. It was a black glass jar with a twist-off lid. The label, also black, said ‘Black Oud Beard Balm’ in a minimalist font. The brand logo was etched onto the lid, but wasn’t one she recognized. She opened the jar and sniffed it, almost immediately regretting the decision.

Fuck, it smelled so good. So seductive and earthy and intriguing, leathery and woody and so sensual she could practically feel Frankie’s hands running all over her. The thought sent shivers down her spine and she closed the jar, putting it back where she’d found it before she got too turned on to go about her day.

The scent, however, seemed to have branded itself into her nostrils, distracting her while she ran errands and took care of some day-off chores. Every inhale, there it was. The intoxicating scent and the promise it carried — a softer beard, more time with his face between her legs doing what he did best.

By early afternoon, enough was enough. She went upstairs, grabbed her clit stimulator from the nightstand, and laid down on the bed. It wasn’t ideal, but it would at least tide her over until Frankie got home.

An hour later, she was hornier than when she’d started and the toy was in the bathroom sink, having run out of battery.

She glared at the jar, choosing to blame her dissatisfaction on it rather than on her own forgetfulness when it came to charging their sex toys.

All that was left to do was finish up the chores and wait. She returned to the living room and focused on folding the rest of the laundry while she caught up on episodes of her hate-watch reality dating show.

Still, the edges of the scent haunted her.

Frankie couldn’t get home fast enough.

No sooner had he stepped through the door and put down his things than she was on him, kissing his face and neck and guiding him blindly through the house toward their bedroom. The way his weight landed on top of her on their bed. The way he smelled — that fucking beard balm plus a hard day’s work and his irresistible Frankieness — had utterly ruined her panties.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” he asked as he rose onto his knees to yank his shirt off, noting the dark spot on her panties. He hooked a finger under them and pulled them down her legs, a smile rising on his lips. “So wet already, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I know,” she replied, “Been thinking about you all day. Need you.”

“I’m right here, darlin’,” he said, lowering his face and teasing her folds with light licks and kisses that made her keen. He always started out by teasing her like this, his hands holding her legs open and stroking along her thighs.

“Please, Frankie,” she moaned, “Been smelling you all day, I need you. Please!”

His head popped up and he looked at her, an eyebrow raising as he asked, “Smelling me?”

She nodded, “That new beard stuff. The smell lingered around me all day. Left me kinda horny.”

“I can see that,” he smirked, his dimple appearing as he dipped a finger into her folds.

She moaned at the contact, “Would you eat me out already?”

“Your wish is my command, amor,” he purred, knowing how much the Spanish terms of endearment turned her on, before dragging his tongue through her sex.

She loved this. Frankie always ate her out like it was his goddamn job, so much so that she thought he enjoyed it more than she did. Each stroke of his tongue made her legs tremble, even more so when he latched himself to her clit and teased her opening with his fingers, slowly sliding two fingers into her and finding the spot within her that made her see stars.

He expertly played with her, leading her toward the edge and back a few times before all but shoving her over it. She came with an ear-splitting, shuddering cry that left her hoarse. During the aftershocks, he kept flicking her clit with his tongue — drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible, sending fireworks through her veins until she whimpered and pushed his face away from her.

Frankie kissed the skin of her inner thigh, looking up at her with eyes full of love and a smug smirk on his cum-soaked lips.

“So,” he said, “keep the new beard stuff?”

Exhaustedly, she replied, “Oh yeah.”

#frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fic #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x ofc #francisco morales x you #francisco morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie morales x you

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taintedcigs · 2 years

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DEJA VU | steve harrington x reader

summary: steve is nervous to see you heavily drinking at a party, especially because it gives him a déjà vu of a certain event that took place when he last went to a party.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: just some fluffy fluf with a bit of angst, , steve is kinda overprotective and a nervous mess, just some cursing, and a kiss, and drinking ofc

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: this was requested but I changed it up a bit but my asks don’t show up in t*gs at the moment so I’ll just do a normal post sorry nonnie!!!

The burn oozing through your throat caused a sour expression to plant on your face as you shook your head in an attempt to wash it all away, soft giggles and your woo’s filled the room.

Steve watched you from across the room, concerned, he wasn’t sure of what to do.

He felt as if he was having a deja vu, a terrible one at that, and the anxiety bubbling up his chest wasn't making him feel any better.

You with your pretty giggles, your mellow gaze and that tender smile Steve couldn't get enough of weren't easing him tonight, no, not when his head was this full.

The last time he was at a party was with Nancy, his ex. Who was incredibly drunk, dancing around giggling—as you were, and that night ended in a total disaster where all of Steve’s worst fears came true.

His mind couldn't help but jump back to that time, reliving the same anxiety and despair he had lived that night. Even though, he knew you weren’t Nancy, he knew you wouldn’t do that to him, he still couldn’t help himself.

He couldn’t help but not feel scared.

It hadn't been that long since the two of you had started dating, a few months had passed since you officially became his girlfriend, or pretty girl, as Steve called you, he was utterly and absolutely smitten over you, as much as you were for him.

But somehow someway his insecurities and anxieties still crept up on him, making him feel as if though the world around him was going to shatter once again, and this time it wouldn't just shatter, it would stop spinning on its axis because this was different than Nancy, you were different. And he didn't think he could handle the idea of being unable to be with you.

Those few months with you had been a glimpse of heaven for him, sure it was supposedly the honeymoon months, but he still couldn’t help the way his heart thumpered inside of his chest every time your lips curled into a pretty smile, making him melt like it was the first time.

He couldn’t help the flutters that burned against his skin when you looked up at him all prettily through your lashes, gaze mellow. He couldn’t help but be utterly and completely in love with you just after a few months, so pathetically so that he was scared to admit it.

The scenario of him telling you he loved you played in his head on a loop, and it always ended the same fucking way; you leaving him at that instant, just like that. Like it had happened with Nancy.

Your giggle caught his attention once again when you sat on the couch next to Robin, playing with her hair as you talked about how much you loved her sweater, and how soft reaaalllly was.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that plastered onto his dimpled cheeks as he watched you, dumbfounded and speechless by how pretty you were, his pretty girl.

Everything was perfect. Too perfect. You got along with his friends really well, especially Robin and Dustin—who are Steve's most prized friends, whether he keeps wanting to deny that or not. So it's really fucking important to him that you get along with them, and you blend in so seamlessly. Like you've always been there.

Steve's thoughts shattered at the mention of his name, turning around to see a couple of old friends who greeted him excitedly, and while Steve didn't want to be rude, he didn't want to spend all his time on them, he needed to keep an eye on you—keep an eye on his insecurities. He needed to make sure what happened last time didn't fucking happen again.

And of fucking course, once his friends were gone, you were nowhere to be seen.

“Shit—shit, shit!” Steve cursed himself silently. Quickly making his way over to Robin.

“Stevee!” Robin exclaimed all giggly, words slurring and all in, “Did you know that your girlfriend count to like ten in three different languages?” She added excitedly, holding up three fingers.

“I didn’t believe her at first, because like what? But then she started doing—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, she’s amazing, Robin.” Steve interrupted without care if he was rude or not, he needed to know where you were.

Robin gave him a slight pout and a huff, crossing her arms against her chest, “Speaking of my amazing girlfriend, have you seen her?” He asked with a concerned gaze.

“Nope!” Robin said, dragging out the P.

Steve huffed, “Robin you were supposed to be watching her!” Steve

Robin huffed in a sad manner shrugging. “Maybe she went to get a drink!” She added nudging Steve slightly in an annoying tipsy move, making Steve roll his eyes.

“Jesus Christ let me look,” He huffed with a groan.

And hurried his way inside, leading himself to the kitchen as he found you pouring yourself another punch, giggling.

The universe had to be shitting with him, because this feeling was more than a fucking déjà vu, it was like an exact fucking recreation, anxiety bubbled up in his chest, body almost shaking as he approached you.

“Hey!” he tried greeting you calmly while you turned around to meet his sympathetic eyes, they lit up at the sight of the adorable boy in front of you.

“Stevieee!” You dragged out as you engulfed him in a hug, spilling a bit of your drink in the process, pouring out apologies and giggles.

“Sorry!” You pouted apologetically, giving him a smile afterwards.

Fuck, why did you have to be so fucking pretty?

“It’s fine, babe.” He gave you a slight smile. “But don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He asked pointing towards your now half-filled cup.

You shook your head, snickering “Nooo!” as you dragged the cup away from him.

“Honey, c’mon.” He muttered, reaching out again but you backed away from him, snickering like a kid.

You took another sip, gaze following Steve, almost to tease him and he gave you an annoyed huff. Taking a careful step closer to you causing you to back out once again but this time instead of your back meeting with the air, it collided with someone else’s, quicker than you had realized.

The half-filled cup spilled all over you and a bit on Steve, and the room that was once so loud had started to turn into a chattering mess looking at the of you.

Dramatics and all, Steve's heart dropped to his stomach, all hot in the ears as he could feel that sinking feel spread across his body, his gaze followed yours, anxiously gauging your reactions in an attempt to study your emotions.

You stood there shocked, looking down on your clothes, and Steve wanted to punch himself for being an idiot, and for causing him to relive one of the most horrible nights he ever had.

He reached out for you and he felt himself almost come to the brim of bursting, and that’s when you erupted in giggles.

His face softened in a milisecond, and his anxiety washed over with ease.

You were not Nancy. You were never going to be Nancy, and you were never going to hurt him like Nancy did.

Your giggles were keeping you from being able to form any coherent sentences, “I spilled my drink all over my shirt!!” You whined, still giggles errupting from your lips.

Steve, unable to contain his happiness, engulfed you in his arms, resting his head on your shoulder as he welcomed your warmth.

“Aww, Steviee!” You returned the hug excitedly, melting into his touch.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said happily as you followed him into the bathroom.

He sat you on the sink in the bathroom as he carefully tried to clean the stain, wiping with different sort of papers, but it didn’t seem like it helped.

You were still giggling every now and then and telling Steve all about what you and Robin had talked about.

Steve watched you in awe, as your face lit up telling every little cute detail.

He knew this was the right time now, he had to tell you he loved you.

But then he remembered how you were too drunk, and you probably wouldn’t even remember his words in the morning.

And maybe that would have been a good thing because Steve’s anxieties about you leaving him the second he said the “I love you” were still prevalent.

“Honey?” He asked softly, and you looked up, a smile erupting on your face.

“I love you.” The words slipped past from your lips, yet they were simple and clear, they weren't slurring from your lips in anyfuckingway, it was the clearest Steve could understand you whole night.

He looked at you dumbfounded, not believing the words coming out of your mouth.

“W—what?” He almost stuttered.

“I love you, Steve.” The smile never left your face, but he shook his head trying to comprehend your words.

“You’re drunk.” He added and he was right, you were drunk, but it still didn’t change the fact how you felt about him, it just gave you an extra courage.

“I am.” You affirmed, and Steve’s face faltered.

“But being drunk doesn’t change my feelings,” You added, and Steve’s head popped up to look at you, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“I—I am drunk, but I still love you, and the booze didn’t do anything but give me some extra courage to get my shit together and finally confess.” You gave him a slight chuckle as he returned it.

“I love you.” You added, Steve’s heart was about to burst out from his chest, his stomach was going to explode from all the intense feelings.

“Say—Say that again.” He finished off.

“I love you.”

“Again, please.” He nervously bit on his lips, watching you carefully, not believing the words that were coming out of your mouth, the three words he had been scared of confessing, in the thoughts that you would leave him, slipping so easily from your pretty lips.

“I love you, Steve.” He felt the relief as he felt almost all of his anxieties wash away he happily picked you up as he spun you around in excitement, giggles and screams leaving past your lips.

He gave you tons of quick kisses, his lips so soft on your skin that you were ready to melt in his touch.

You yelled at him to put you down in a playful manner.

“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.” He repeated like a mantra with each kiss he gave you and when he was finally done and your head was spinning he placed you in the sink again.

You giggled at him, “You’re an idiot.”

“Oh, is that so, sweetheart?” He teased pinching you playfully as you dramatically gasped.

“C’mon, let’s get you home and get you to bed, Miss, I can handle my alcohol!” You gasped and playfully elbowed him.

He helped you get off the sink again and you held onto his side, and just as you were about to leave, you turned Steve around to face him.

“We’re going to home, and I’m going to sleep, we might possibly grab some food on the way because nothing beats eating greasy food when drunk, but after that I’m going to sleep, wake up and tell the man next to me that I love him, and reassure him that I didn’t say the “I love you” because I was drunk.”

Steve chuckled softly as his hands softly caressed your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“And, I’m going to tell the woman next to me that I love her more.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagines

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daydreaming-in-letters · 2 years

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Kindred Spirit

Part One - To Live

08/27/2022

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reeja (ofc)

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings: blood, injuries, fever, mention of monsters, Geralt fighting for his life

Summary: After encountering an arachas in the woods, Geralt needs to gather all his remaining strength to make it to the nearest sanctuary, the Temple of Melitele.

A/N: I've had the idea for this in mind ever since the launch of season 2. I'm more than delighted to bring you the first of four instalments today.

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He was tired. So tired. Limbs heavy as lead, his head softly bobbing to the rhythm of Roach’s steps. Once again he could feel it lulling forwards and he didn’t know whether he would find enough strength left in his aching form to fight off sleep once again. He was aware what it would mean if he gave in to the temptation, but it felt like the right thing to do. To stop fighting at last, to leave the burning pain behind, and cut the last remaining string that bound him to this miserable existence.

It would be all right. Not a glorious end, but a fitting one. And why should he worry about it anyway? He would be dead and such profanities wouldn’t matter to him anymore. But objection came promptly as a soft nicker broke the silence and startled him. It took him a moment to realise that Roach had stopped, and after a short but strenuous battle his eyelids fluttered open to a view that sparked new hope.

His eyes had been longing to take in this sight for hours now. Or had it been days since that fucking arachas had pierced his flesh and planted a gush of its venom inside his body? He couldn’t tell anymore, his sense of time had blurred in his delirious state. What he could tell though was that he had almost made it, his destination lying right ahead of him like a shining pearl amidst a sea of emerald green.

“Go on, Roach,” he mumbled, the three words merged into one slurred term. “You know the way.”

The reins had slipped through his numb fingers a long while ago and there was no chance at all he would be able to flex the massive muscles in his thighs to bid his friend move on, but Geralt didn’t need to. And so he allowed his lids to fall closed once again as the mare’s steady steps rocked his tormented body back into sweet delirium.

The soft light of the late afternoon sun fell through the leaded glass, painting his bare torso in the prettiest hues of blue, purple and dark green until his bruises had melted with the colours completely. Careful fingers smoothed a damp cloth along his chest, to soak up the sweat from his feverish skin as much as providing him with some much needed cooling. With each move, Reeja could sense every single ridge of his chiselled form underneath the linen in her hand. She caught herself licking her lips, her cue to finally tear her eyes away from his impressive pecs and the soft fur they were covered in for a moment to check on the wound in his abdomen.

It was closed already and completely dry. By tomorrow, she guessed, there would be nothing left but an angry, pink scar to remind him of the fact that he had barely just escaped death’s claws today.

Satisfied with her work, Reeja disposed of the cloth and pulled the thin sheets up to his shoulders. She was about to rise from the edge of the bed to let him slumber in peace when her eyes landed on his handsome face once again and she knew she couldn’t leave him like this.

It was more than apparent that he was still in a tremendous amount of pain, despite the strong tonics and the pain killing salve she had applied to his wound earlier. But the arachas’ venom was strong and therefore it was no wonder that even his body had its difficulties neutralising the toxins in his bloodstream. Luckily she had never encountered one of the insectoids herself, but those who had and still lived to tell their story swore that it felt as if their blood had turned into streams of lava, burning them alive from the inside. No wonder he clenched his jaws so hard that she feared he might shatter his teeth in the process. His forehead was lined with deep creases and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Like the rest of his body, she thought and shivered.

Gentle fingers wiped a few sticky strands of white hair from his face before her thumb pressed down on the deepest creases of them all, the short, vertical lines between his eyebrows. He groaned softly as she began to apply a soothing pressure—just like her mother had done whenever Reeja had been struck down by a fever as a little girl—and let her thumb tenderly glide along the sign of his torment. But it was only when the quiet hum of her voice echoed through the room that she could finally feel him relax a little.

The poor man, she thought, as she kept on watching him intently. It had needed four of the temple’s strongest inhabitants to carry his unconscious form into these chambers. Someone had found him passed out on the steps right outside the front gate—a miracle he had made it that far with the enormous amount of poison flowing through his veins. Nenneke herself had called for her shortly after, with a terror in her eyes that Reeja had never found there before and she had known immediately that whatever she had to do in the fight for this man’s life, losing it wouldn’t be an option.

But despite giving it everything she had got, for a long time it hadn’t looked like they were going to win. It was only when the dark veins that seemed to crawl from his wound like black bolts of lightning slowly began to fade against his milky skin that she knew he would live.

For the first time, she had allowed herself to lift her gaze and look Nenneke in the eyes again, but it weren’t only her eyes she had found on herself. It seemed a whole crowd of spectators had gathered around them in the meantime, and after the first relief she could see something else awaken in their gazes. Their curiosity was understandable, considering that it was the White Wolf himself who had just battled for his life, probably one of the most famous students the school of the temple of Melitele had ever seen. But even he was entitled to some privacy and so she had shooed everyone away and waited until they were alone before she had stripped him off his clothes that were drained in a stenchy mixture of caked dirt and drying blood—not solely his own, she assumed. It had taken her a while to peel every last layer from his body without moving him around too much, always fearing his wound might break open again, but as soon as she had succeeded, she had begun to clean his bruised and battered form. All of it.

The thought still heated her cheeks with the might of a blazing firestorm. She was sure that, in her whole life, she had never seen a man like him. Then again, he wasn’t a man.

He was a witcher.

Part 2

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