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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 21 - Home and/or Dinner

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,333 | rated: G

“For real this time.”

Steve’s words pull his eyes off that stupid sprig of greenery and back down to his face, but his brain is still sprinting laps in his head, “For real? Who put—? When did—?”

“Eddie.”

He takes a couple seconds to slow his brain down into a jog. “Yeah?”

“I’m being serious. I want to kiss you. Please.”

“....If this is a pity thing–” Eddie’s stomach twists at the thought.

“It’s not a pity thing.” Steve assures in a soft voice, trailing his hand down the wrist he’d taken hold of to link his fingers with Eddie’s. “I want to kiss you because you’re you and because I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

Okay…he seems genuine enough.

“And also it’s a little bit of a pity thing.” Steve grins good-naturedly.

“Ugh!” Eddie groans, dropping his face into his free hand.

“I just want to be 100% honest.” Steve laughs, “And if I’m being 100% honest, I put this one here, not Robin. And I followed you out here to make sure you were okay and also maybe to get another chance to kiss you.”

Eddie lifts his head and his eyes narrow, studying Steve’s face. His expression seems sincere; serious with an undercurrent of humor to it. His lips twitch too, like his mouth is having a hard time not smiling at him.

“Then you just had to get all sad and mopey on me.” Steve teases.

It breaks through Eddie’s wariness the rest of the way, surprisingly, and he bursts out in cackles.

“What?” Steve asks, laughing slightly with the word, but his smile is wary around the edges.

“Nothing, nothing, I just,” Eddie chuckles again, “Nothing. Yeah, sure, lay one on me, big boy.”

Steve squints at him skeptically.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna if you still think this is some big joke.”

“Well forgive me if the man of my dreams asking to kiss me is a bit of a hard concept to grasp.”

The younger man is silent for a moment, though now his eyes are wide.

“What? Why do you keep staring at me?”

“I’m the man of your dreams?”

Oh fuck.

“Uh.. No. I lied, I was only fucking with you, I—”

Steve steps closer and raises a hand to Eddie’s face, brushing the backs of his knuckles along his cheek.

He studies him closely, eyes locked onto his own.

His hand slips off his face to place his palm at the side of Eddie’s neck, his fingers lacing into the hairs at the back of his neck.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Okay.” Eddie gulps.

When their lips connect, everything else falls away.

Steve’s lips are soft on his, and the tip of his nose is freezing cold where it’s pressed into Eddie’s cheek, making him gasp.

Steve takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between Eddie’s lips, only the tiniest touch of their tongues feels electric.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs.

“Mmm..?” it’s more of a soft moan than an acknowledgment, and the sound shoots all the way down Eddie’s spine and into his gut.

“Mhm,” Eddie says in response, locking their mouths together, then after another moment he hums again. “Hm, wait, your nose is freezing!” he pulls away with a smile, looking across the almost non-existent gap between their faces at Steve’s expression.

His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks and nose are red along with his lips, from the cold and from Eddie’s obviously insane levels of kissing prowess.

“You think I care about that right now?” Steve asks, diving back in for more.

Who’s Eddie to tell him what to care about?

“Ah ha!” Robin’s sudden yell, even through the glass, startles them apart. The long blinds on either side of her ripple away from where she’s got two of them parted at the door.

“Jesus H. Christ, Robin!”

“What the hell?!”

She slides the door open and points accusingly at Steve, “You told him straight to his face “Now we’re even.” the last time mistletoe happened, and he still let you kiss him for real??”

“Wait, wha–”

“Oh yeah... Damn it Steve, why’d you let me kiss you like that? I’m still mad at you for Melvald’s.” Eddie says, teasingly pushing Steve further away from him.

“Kiss me?! I kissed you!”

He waves this off, “Semantics.”

Steve just rolls his eyes in response. “Come on; you’re right, I’m freezing my ass off out here.” He squeezes between the two of them and through the open door.

Eddie turns his gaze to Robin instead, who’s grinning widely at him already. “Congratulations, Doofus, you got Dingus to make a move.”

“Good thing too; I don’t think I would have made one myself.”

“We know.”

“We? Who’s we—”

“You comin’ Eds?” Steve calls, already in the dining room.

“Yeah, yep, absolutely.” he scoots past a still very smug Robin and follows the sound of Steve’s voice.

Oh no. He can sense a pattern forming.

“Steve?” Most of the rest of the guests are piled in the far half of the room, the living room half. Lucas is in the dining half, and gives him a knowing smile while he slides a huge bowl of mashed potatoes into the center of the huge dining table.

“In here, Eds.” Steve calls from the kitchen.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Sinclair,” Eddie points threateningly, half-heartedly, at the teen.

He hears Lucas’ response as he ducks out of the room into the hall “I didn’t say anything, Eds.”

Wayne and Hopper are on one end of the island when he enters, though he doesn’t notice until after he’s placed himself at Steve’s side.

“D’ya need help Stevie?” he asks Steve’s back(side) while he pulls the now-baked pie from the oven.

“Nope, I’m good Ed.” he turns, and places the dish onto the island carefully. Eddie closes the oven for him anyway.

“It looks great, sweetheart,” He says, leaning close to Steve’s side, “I was worried it’d be too many blueberries.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Hopper’s low voice.

“You boys better be careful, now.”

Eddie jumps back immediately, his eyes darting to Wayne.

Wayne is shaking his head fondly. “Took the words righ’ outta my mouth, Chief.” he says, going back to what he was doing (which was carving the turkey apparently; how’d he not notice that?).

He glances back at Steve (oh yeah, that’s why), who’s own panicked look is sliding off his face.

“Yes sir, Mr. Chief Hopper, sir.” he says, his eyes returning to Hopper’s amused expression.

“Where’s the formality coming from?” Steve leans in to say in a not-so-hushed whisper.

Eddie not-whispers back in the same tone. “I dunno, the guy’s basically your dad isn’t he?”

Wayne and Hopper laugh, and soon, there’s a herd of teens flooding into the kitchen to steal fingerfuls of the bird.

“Get yer damn hands outta my turkey, you little—”

“But we’re hungry Uncle Wayne, come on.”

“I said no, Mike, now go help set the table or something. Shit’s already done so it’s almost time, yea?”

Even with how large of a table it is, more chairs and another table had to be added to accommodate everyone. A couple folding tables and chairs, and the smaller ‘event’ table from the Harringtons’ fancy finished basement were hauled out, and the giant double-wide table is covered with tablecloths, with plates, and with piles and piles of food.

The chairs fill in in no time, and Eddie finds himself smushed between Jeff and Steve on one side of the table, Robin’s on Steve’s other side, of course, and Dustin and Claudia are across from him next to Wayne.

He’s surrounded by his friends and family, the food is great, Wayne’s definitely being flirted with by Ms. Henderson, and Eddie’s hand is resting on Steve’s leg under the table, or across the back of his chair, or their legs are pressed together…

It’s the best Christmas dinner he’s had in years.

THEY KISSED FOR REAL!! I'M KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN!!!

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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I need more Adam Warlock fluff in my life but I don’t have any ideas for anything specific…

Don’t worry, I got you 😉 (I’m sorry if this comes out shit.)

‘Adam, you can’t seriously still be upset?’

‘If that’s the word to use when describing this currently feeling I have in my chest, then yes, I am in fact upset.’ Adam said from his place in the corner of the room, his broad back facing towards you; why’d he choose to beset himself in the corner like a child in timeout was beyond your comprehension.

You sighed, Adam has been proving himself difficult recently but it’s not because of grander reasonings that may alter the relationship between you both, but because you happen to have eaten his last chocolate chip cookie he’d been saving for a very special occasion, but now he couldn’t because you ate it! You might as well have tore out his heart from his chest and eaten that too with how adamant the golden male was in showing you how he felt in regards of recent events.

‘I said I was sorry.’

Not a response was heard outside the indignant huff from his lips, followed by a overdramatic and slow motion of Adam crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, no, don’t.’ You warned.

‘It’s too late.’ Adam replies as his arms began to cross over one another.

‘Come on Adam don’t.’ The male says nothing.

‘Adam, I’m serious, stop acting like an overgrown child.’ You made a face at the oddly accurate description. However With his arms firmly crossed over his chest -and probably pouting too- you knew Adam was beyond reasoning with, after all he was stubborn as a mule and as hardheaded as they come; so much so that it left you being the one to compromise by meeting him halfway.

‘I can bake you some.’ You saw his head perk up like that of an excitable dog hearing their favourite word, but once Adam noticed you looking at him, he quickly looked away and at the wall in front of him again, although taking secrete glances now and then, which didn’t fail to make you smile; Adam was such an adorable goof that it’s been proven hard to be displeased with him but it hurt none the less that he was currently displeased with you.

‘What would you want me to do to make it up to you, golden boy?’ You asked softly, not wanting to make any sudden moves without Adam’s approval. He kept silent for a bit but he kept fidgeting in place as though he had a lot that he wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words to them or was too embarrassed to say what was on his mind; once he found his voice, however the words he spoke in existence came out as a murmur and was too quiet for you to hear clearly enough.

‘What was that?’ You asked. ‘I said if you could…cuddle me.’ Adam said a little louder this time but still refused to look at you, possibly out of embarrassment of his request; A smile broke across your face as you were quick to open up your arms for him from your spot on the sofa, ‘get over here you doofus before I come and tickle you.’ Adam made a face as he looked at you from over his shoulder, ‘but I’m not ticklish.’ He says before getting up to join you, burying his head into your neck as his arms cling to you in a vice like grip.

‘That’s what everyone says before they’re tickle tortured.’ You replied, wiggling the fingers on one of your hands that sat at the back of his neck, causing him to attempt in avoiding your fingers but only proving to make zero progress as he only presses more of himself into you. ‘Stop.’ He whined but you weren’t so yielding, just because he accepted your cuddles didn’t mean Adam’s entirely forgiving of you of your past transgressions. ‘Am I forgiven?’ You asked as you then wiggled the fingers of your other hand against his side, making his reaction worse and a laugh left his lips.

‘Yes, yes your forgiven, now please stop torturing me.’ Adam cries and with that you ceased your tickling and instead tightened your hold on your golden boy, despite knowing he could easily break free from your grasp, but you were confident that he wouldn’t considering the way his body relaxed against you and the content look upon his face as a content smile stretched across his face; a whisper of thanks upon his lips.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock x you #adam warlock fluff #adam warlock imagines #adam warlock fic

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Whatever It Takes For You

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Your decision to flirt with Austin has consequences…

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED:

helloo ik you’ve done stuff similar to this but i have a twist, so like reader did sth to drew and he’s like super mad at her and wont talk to her for the whole day. so its rounding night time and she gets into their bed and she tries to hug him but he acts like shes not even there. so she whispers (practically moans) in his ear like im sorry drew, ill let you do anything to me for you to forgive me, ill let u use me however. and he still doesn’t budge and as she rolls her eyes and turns he grabs her and it leads to rough sex

Whatever It Takes For You

It never took this much to garner his forgiveness. But then again, you'd never pushed him quite this far. Simply for the sake of a reaction, you had flirted with Austin a bit too far. His hands managing to learn the sway of your body in a way that Drew felt was reserved exclusively for him. To make matters worse, you would then proceed to tease your actual boyfriend as some form of consolation. This would only leave him half cocked and angry, prompting him to give you the silent treatment now as he turned away from your attempts from tonight. Even as you reached to hug him, peppering kisses down his shoulder and arm, he was completely stationary. Even though his skin chilled to your touch, it wasn't enough to leave him to respond.

"I'm sorry, Drew...won't you kiss me goodnight?" You whined as you felt him clench beneath your arms as you draped yourself over his side. Yet, he remained still.

"Please baby...I can't go to sleep without your kisses..." You continued to speak, needy and nearly whimpering. When words no longer held any effect, you slipped your hands down his arms and side before teasing the hem of his boxers.

"I need you, Drew. I'd let you do anything you want....any position...any angle...however long...please just touch me..." You moaned as you now found the infantile game to be a means to alter your arousal. It was one thing to prove a point and play a game, but another to deprive someone. Which he had done the last week, unintentionally in majority due to work, but having made you act on such taunts to begin with. Due to this frustration, you rolled your eyes and shifted to try and gain some sleep, untouched and in need of that release you wouldn't get.

"You think it's funny to make me THIS hard," His voice was hot against your ear, his words nearly spat as his hand came to your neck, pulling you against him enough to feel that strong erection pressing against your ass.

"Think you can act like that and not have consequences?" He wouldn't allow you a response before you were forcefully removed from your shorts, his cock at your folds as he scoffed to how wet you already were for him.

"Then you are in for a long night-" He explained while initiating that first thrust. One of his hands found the space between yours, pinning your hand into the sheets below with a grip as the second wrapped tighter around your neck. The beginning of breath play ensued just long enough to raise your pulse as he would retract and replay such pressure before ultimately returning to your ear.

"This what you wanted all night baby? Wanted me to fuck you like this? At dinner? In the club? Right in front of Austin so he knew how you like to take it from behind?" With each question came a brutal thrust. No kindness or compassion as he continued. "Wanted him to know how you felt? How you sounded moaning? Answer me-"

"I just missed you..." He slowed.

"You missed me?" He seemed to consider your words. "You missed how soft my hands touch you? My lips kissing your skin?" He asked, producing the display of what he spoke as you nodded, basking in the return of his sweetness.

"But you don't deserve that. You deserve to be fucked." You were held by the back of your neck, taken into a position to where you saw the passion behind his eyes, but remained with your back towards him.

"You want to act like that...you're gonna be treated like that-" His fingers came to your clit, a contrast to the torture you were hinted at receiving. But with this as a result, you didn't dare question him in fear of having it retracted. Because of this, you simply produced a series of moans as your body climbed to that orgasm, him having allowed you to feel it, before setting you on your knees just before withdrawing his touch.

"Drew!"

"You're Not the only one who can play games baby, and you know I know just how to work that little clit..."

"Please...I'm sorry!"

"You will be. Now shut the fuck up and take my cock, just like you've wanted to all fucking day." He spat, pounding into you from behind, your hair wrapped in his hand as he pulled tighter with each thrust, until you were left looking at the ceiling.

"He's not gonna help you now, baby..." He teased as you called for God, the only thing you were able to utter as he took you in swifter repetition.

"Fuck! You feel so damn tight when you're edged...shit!" He grunted, your bodies having been well acquainted and stained with sweat as he replaced his cock cock his fingers, pumping into you as he pulled you to that edge.

"You wanted to come baby? Then you're gonna squirt for me...come on. Come on!" He ordered, your body merciless to fight him as you found wave after wave of pleasure to leave you nearly catatonic. You weren't allowed a second's reprieve before feeling him back inside you again. You would fall forward in being spent, his hand collecting yours at your back as reins as you rode you to his own edge.

"THIS what you want?" He asked, hand moving from your clit to your neck as he has continued to edge you for what seemed like an eternity.

"Wanted me to come inside you? Forgive you for acting like that with my best friend?"

"Yes!"

"Then make me come. You want to show me how sorry you are. YOU make ME come. YOU do to the work-" He stopped all motions as you worked back into him. He would only last a few thrusts however before he had you on your back, dominance returned.

"Fuck!" He choruses.

"Next time you want to act like that and I'll fuck you in front of him. Just like this. And then I'll make you clean up the mess you make, like always, so he knows you're mine. Apparently something YOU need a reminder too as well." You nodded as he kissed you deeply.

"You understand? Tell me."

"I understand, Drew."

"Yeah?"

"Does she?" He asked, pointing to your sex. "Because she seems to be getting ready to come again, isn't she? I can fucking feel it!"

"Yes Drew!"

"Then fucking come. Come with me one last time. Because it will be a while until you will-"

"DREW!"

"Don't whine. Not like you already didn’t squirt. The sheets are covered in you..." He scoffed. "Just. Like. Me." And with this, he was given his release that ended in yours. Your eyes pulled to a roll as you collapsed into his arms.

"I mean it. Pull that shit again and I'll do whatever it takes for you until you remember just who makes you come like this. So I hope you got it out of your system."

"For now." He smacked your ass, kissing your cheek, and falling asleep in your arms.

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#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #outer banks #outerbanks #obx

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bigtittybitch514 · 1 year

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Something in the Way

“If you're alive, raise your hands,” a male voice commanded. You obeyed, slowly lifting your arms in the air.

"Would it count if I said I was dead on the inside?"

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This is my first fanfic, just felt compelled to write! :)

I’m probably going to make this a series, which will go all the way to RE4. There will be fluff! There will be angst! There will be smut! (eventually). I love slow burns and try to be lore accurate, and as non-ooc as possible. I haven’t actually played the game bc i get too scared, but I watch the hell out of gameplay and read wikis and blah blah. It’s hard to fully grasp locations admittedly when you haven’t played the game before, so I fully admit that it’ll be gray in that area. Anyway... enough about me.

(a little bit about you, I’ve given you a bit of a past just to correlate with the story, at the end of the day: I want you to think about yourself or your own characters)

no y/n

RE2, then RE4 later

she/her pronouns

you are 20+

TW there will be mentions of gore, violence, and blood!

3.3k words

You're headed to Raccoon City to search for your estranged mother, but little did you know that chaos awaits you. On the bright side, a charming rookie cop may just be a pleasant surprise along the way.

D-DAY/ CHAP 1.

"My darling daughter,

As I write this, I feel the end coming near. I'm so sorry for not being there for you when you needed me most. Life got in the way, and I made mistakes that I deeply regret. I hope you can forgive me. Please know that I love you more than words can express, and I'm so proud of the person you have become. You're strong, kind, and compassionate, and I know you will make the world a better place.

As I face the end, I need you to promise me something. Please do not go looking for me or try to find me. I need you to focus on your own safety and survival. You are strong, and I believe in you.

Remember that I will always love you, and I will always be with you in spirit. Please take care of yourself, my love.

With all my heart,

Mom"

That was the email you received in your Hotmail account this afternoon. You had read it over and over again until it burned into your memory, reciting it in your mind to ensure that you would never forget it. You tried to reply, asking your mother what was happening and what she meant, but there was no response.

Admittedly, you were not very close to your mother. After a nasty divorce, you went to live with your dad in Washington, and since then, she had faded in and out of your life like a distant memory. Some "Happy Birthday" calls, "How's school going?" emails, and "I miss you" letters were all you had of her since you were 13 years old. It hurt like utter hell.

But every time she called, you answered, and she gave you updates on her life. Whenever she wrote, you reciprocated. You went back and forth with yourself on whether or not you should respond until the aforementioned email popped up.

Unfortunately for you, "do not go looking for me" was enough to trigger your stubborn heart to do exactly what she didn't want you to do. You had always been headstrong, "got it from your father," your mom always used to say. You weren't sure what her email meant, and you sure as hell didn't like what it was implying. Was she dying? Dying from what? Why? Her email left you with nothing, no proper closure. Your chest ached.

Was it too late? Would you ever see her again? Would you ever reconcile? You never even got the chance to forgive her.

Even if you didn't remember much about her, you at least knew where she lived and what her job was. Mom was a pharmacist for the Umbrella Corporation in Raccoon City, over by the Arklay Mountains. She moved there not long after the divorce and has worked there ever since. She didn't speak much about her job, though you also never probed about it either.

What is there to question about a pharmacist job anyway? “Hey, you ever filled a months supply of Viagra?” Does Viagra even get prescribed? You’re not sure.

Soon after receiving the email, you made your way towards the industrial city as quickly as possible. The drive usually took about 10 hours, but you managed to make it in 7 ½ hours by driving like a madman. You were worried about getting pulled over, but luckily, it seemed like no police officers wanted to do their job today.

The drive through the mountains was breathtakingly beautiful, yet nerve-wracking. The twists and turns were treacherous enough during the day, but as dusk turned into the dark of night, they became even more terrifying. To make matters worse, rain began to fall in sheets, pounding the roof of your dad's beat-up old truck with an incessant din. You couldn't help but curse aloud at how this great scenic drive was being ruined.

Your old wipers were no match for this kind of weather, and as soon as you got close enough to the city, you decided to make a pit stop. Your ass was aching too, and the next exit sign indicated a gas station to the left of the freeway. You turned on your blinker and merged onto the exit intersection, eager to stretch your legs and relieve yourself. Your plan was to fill up your gas tank, grab a few snacks for the rest of the ride, and be on your way.

As you approached the gas station, the bright lights illuminated the area like a birthday cake in a dark room. You pulled up quickly, eager to get out of the rain. Parking your truck on the opposite side of a Jeep Wrangler, you found it strange that there was no one inside or outside the vehicle. But you didn't think much of it and stepped out of your jalopy, using your arm to shield your eyes from the downpour.

As you made your way to the pump, you noticed that the gas station was also empty, with no lights on inside. This was starting to feel a little fishy. You looked back at another car and saw that it too was empty. Something was definitely not right here.

And then you saw it.

Blood.

Dark red blood was splattered all over the concrete beneath your feet.

"What the fuck?!" you exclaimed in shock and horror.

In the distance, a piercing screech cried out like something straight out of a horror movie, and it made your blood run cold. Your heart was racing as you frantically looked around, trying to locate where the sound may have come from. Your mind raced with possibilities, but nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to see.

And then you saw them. Maybe ten of them. Dead bodies, shuffling towards you in a grotesque parody of life. Their flesh was rotting, their skin hanging off their exposed muscles in ragged strips. The stench of decay was overwhelming, and bile rose in your throat as you tried not to vomit.

As they drew closer, you could see the extent of their injuries. Some had chunks of flesh missing, exposing their bones and organs. Others had been shot or stabbed, leaving gaping wounds that oozed with pus and blood. And yet, despite their injuries, they kept coming towards you, their eyes fixed on you with a hunger that made your skin crawl.

You tried to back away, but your legs felt like they were made of stone. You were rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear as the undead creatures moved closer. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breaths coming in short gasps as you desperately tried to think of a way out. The zombies were moving closer, their decaying fingers reaching out to grab you, it felt like their rancid breath was almost hot on your face.

Holy fucking shit.

Suddenly, your body moved before you could think, hands shaking as you fumbled with the keys before finally jamming them into the ignition. "Come on, come on, come on," you muttered frantically to yourself. The engine roared to life, and you slammed the truck into reverse, feeling the impact as you hit a few of the undead behind you, their putrid flesh smearing across the back windshield.

Without hesitation, you hit the gas and plowed through the horde in front of you, sending limbs and gore flying in all directions. Tears streamed down your face as you screamed in terror, the sound muffled by the roar of the engine. It was all too much, too real. Your father's voice echoed in your head, telling you to be strong, not to cry.

But you couldn't help it. The sobs wracked your body, making it hard to breathe. You forced yourself to slow down, to take deep, shuddering breaths in and out, trying to regain control. The road ahead stretched out, empty and silent, and you drove on, heart pounding in your chest, praying that you would make it to Raccoon City alive.

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The drive to Raccoon City was eerily silent. The usual sound of music blaring from the speakers was absent, and the only thing you could hear was the hum of the engine. Your hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You tried to shake off the fear that had gripped you earlier, but it was no use. Those things you encountered were like nothing you had ever seen before.

You desperately searched for a logical explanation to what you had witnessed. Was it a flash mob? A sick prank? But deep down, you knew those weren't plausible explanations. As your thoughts raced, your thumbs drummed nervously on the steering wheel. Was this what your mom was warning you about? Despite everything, you knew you had to find her. She was still your mother, and you were determined to reunite with her.

It was about a half an hour before you arrived in the city. It was a harrowing scene, a city in utter chaos. The streets were littered with abandoned cars, some still smoking, as embers licked the sides of buildings. The once bustling city now looked like a warzone. And in the midst of it all were the undead, their groans and moans filling the air. A repeated message to survivors blared on speakers, urging them to head over to the police station as soon as possible. Your heart raced as you wondered if your mother was there.

As you drove through the chaos, your truck garnered much attention. Its engine roared and headlights pierced through the darkness and rain. You couldn't help but think back to your father's strict parenting and the basic combat and defensive training he instilled in you. He was an army veteran who raised you to be fearless, and you couldn't let him down now. Even though it had been years since you had thoroughly practiced, you knew how to defend yourself if necessary.

But as you drove through the chaotic streets, you couldn't shake off the feeling of terror that had gripped you since you first saw the walking dead. You were determined to find your mother, but the fear of not making it to the police station in one piece was starting to weigh on you.

You frantically scour the old truck for anything that could aid in your survival: a car jack, McDonald's wrappers, and your backpack. Nothing seems particularly helpful, except for the backpack. You realize that it might come in handy if you needed to carry supplies like water, herbs, or even a weapon while searching for your missing mother.

As the walking corpses pound and scratch at your vehicle, you feel the truck shake violently. You know it's time to make a run for it. Although you don't have a solid plan, you've had years of self-defense training and are confident in your ability to use your legs and elbows to fight off attackers.

You pray to God, if they exist, that you'll find something to defend yourself or that you'll have enough skill to make it out alive. You put on the backpack and with a swift kick, you shatter the back window and scramble onto the roof.

Now, you need to find the police department. But where the hell could it be?

As you shield your eyes from the pouring rain, you scan the area, thinking of heading north in the hopes of finding a clue to guide you in the right direction. To your surprise, your truck wasn't that far from the sanctuary. A large brick gate with the letters "RPD" above it caught your eye, the light shining behind the sign like an angel was paving the way for you. The fence was made of sturdy brick, and the gates were steel. You just hoped they were open for entry.

You bravely leap off the top of the vehicle and make a beeline for the gates, the creatures screeching and reaching their arms towards you. As they try to grab hold of you, you execute a swift and powerful kick, sending one of them flying into a nearby bus and breaking its neck at a disgustingly awkward angle.

Ew.

As you barely escape the grasps of the monsters, you finally reach the gates, but guess what?

They're fucking locked.

Shit! What are you supposed to do now?

You frantically search for an alternative entry point, dodging zombies left and right, shoving and kicking them aside as you go. Finally, you spot a fire escape on the adjacent side of the building that leads up to the second floor, which appears to be zombie-free from your current vantage point. However, the fire escape is not easily accessible as it's about 50 feet away and you're on solid ground. But just then, you notice a tree next to the window swaying in the wind, creating a potential opportunity for you to reach the fire escape.

You sprint towards the majestic tree, grateful for its existence as it becomes your savior in this moment of peril.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you desperately cling onto the slick wood with your fingertips, refusing to look back at the grotesque monsters that hungrily pursue you. Your muscles strain and ache as you haul yourself up through the slick and treacherous branches. Panic overtakes you as you inadvertently step on a brittle branch, causing it to snap beneath your weight. Time seems to slow as you teeter on the edge of disaster, but you manage to grab onto a sturdier branch just in the nick of time, your heart pounding in your chest as you gasp for air. As you climb further up the tree you see your opportunity to move towards the ledge of the fire escape.

Three…Two…One…Go!

You make a daring leap towards the fire escape, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as your eyes fixate on the dizzying drop beneath you. But your body moves on instinct, your fingers grappling for the metal bars with a desperate grip that tightens with the surge of pure adrenaline. You manage to catch hold of the bars, your fingers aching from the impact, but you cling on for dear life. You push your body forward, lifting yourself up and over the metal railing.

Before you know it, your knees give out as they hit the metal bars beneath you, your body succumbing to the intense exertion you just went through. Despite being accustomed to physical exhaustion, the experience of genuine fear was traumatic. You realize that your life could have ended in mere seconds if you had made one wrong move. Once you get back home, if you do, you'll definitely be discussing this with your therapist.

Your feet feel uncomfortably squishy in your Chuck Taylors, learning the hard way that the cloth shoes are definitely not made for running in this kind of weather. The rain is relentless, and you can feel your socks getting soaked through. You hope the powers that be don't bless you with trench foot by the end of this horrifying adventure.

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You peer through the shattered window of the second floor, noticing the broken glass strewn about the darkened halls of the police station. The only source of illumination is the faint glow of moonlight. It's no surprise that the place looks abandoned. You take a moment to break off the remaining shards of glass, careful not to cut yourself on the sharp edges. With a roll of your jean jacket sleeve, you scrape off the remaining slivers of glass before cautiously sliding yourself through the window. As you land inside, you can't help but be hit by the putrid odor of death. The walls are adorned with blood and the lifeless bodies of the fallen, as if a deranged artist had been given free reign of the building.

You make every effort to remain silent, as the last thing you want is to alert any zombies that might be lurking inside the building.

As you scan the area, your eyes catch sight of wooden planks scattered on the ground, nails jutting out from their undersides. Someone must have tried to use them to barricade the windows, but it didn't seem to have worked out well. The darkness was all-encompassing, making it nearly impossible to see anything, despite your eyes adjusting to the dim environment. You do make out a staircase adjacent to the window, but the idea of ascending to the third floor seems uncertain given your lack of knowledge of the building's layout. You need to think fast and find a weapon.

Onwards then!

Silently navigating through the bloodied and cluttered halls, you cautiously avoid tripping over any obstacles that could give away your presence. Bodies of officers lay scattered on the floor, their once-protective uniforms now torn and blood-stained. Many of them had been infected and turned into zombies, their lifeless eyes staring off into the distance. As you survey the scene, you notice some of the bodies had gunshot wounds, while others had knives still embedded in their chests. It was clear that this area was now zombie-free only because someone had taken the time to exterminate them, but the question lingered in your mind: who could have done it?

After some time, you stumble upon a staircase leading downwards. You contemplate descending to the first floor, hoping to find something of use in the main hall. So far, you've scavenged through numerous bodies, but none of them had any usable firearms. However, you did find plenty of bullets, which could come in handy later on. Another curious detail you noticed was the abundance of red and green herbs scattered throughout the building. It was almost comical how many medicinal plants were growing in a police station, but in this apocalyptic world, you knew their healing properties could make all the difference.

As you searched a corpse, the beam of a flashlight suddenly appeared on the wall in front of you, casting your silhouette in the middle of it. Your heart racing, you froze, realizing someone was behind you. The sound of a gun being cocked only added to your anxiety.

“If you're alive, raise your hands,” a male voice commanded. You obeyed, slowly lifting your arms in the air.

You attempted to make light of the situation, hoping to ease the tension. "Would it count if I said I was dead on the inside?" you chuckled, but the fear still lingered.

You heard a small snort of laughter from the man behind you, which made you think that maybe he wasn't as serious as he seemed. It was a welcomed sound in a tense situation. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up.

"It's okay, you can turn around. I put away my gun. I'm an officer, well, I was supposed to be."

You noticed a hint of melancholy in his voice, but his tone was also encouraging. Still, you kept your hands up just to be cautious. When you finally turned around, the industrial flashlight shone in your eyes, causing discomfort. You shielded your eyes immediately.

"Ah, damn, sorry!" He scrambled to turn the flashlight away from you.

Despite the dim lighting, you could make out the silhouette of a man in front of you. He towered over you and was clad in a vest adorned with more pockets than you could count, like some sort of real-life action figure. His uniform looked like SWAT gear, vest emblazoned with the letters "RPD" that you assumed stood for the police department. As he drew closer, a musky scent mixed with the unmistakable metallic odor of blood wafted towards you, making you wrinkle your nose. You couldn't help but notice the dried blood and grime splattered across his torso, arms, and even the front of his legs. It was pretty clear that this guy was the one responsible for taking down the zombies that had been lurking around the station.

“My name is Leon, Leon Kennedy. And yours?”

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re2 remake #re2 #leon x reader #leon x y/n #resident evil #re4 #fluff #re 4 remake #re 4 #hopefully one person will at least read this but most likely i'll still work on it if no one does LMAO #am gonna post this on ao3 too once i get approved for the invite

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sotwk · 4 months

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I’m a bit late to the party, but thank you SO much for answering me super fast! I so appreciate your ultra-in-depth response about Mirion and Arvellas’s fates. Although I still weep on weekends, it’s helped me so much with my own story! And all the supplemental headcanon info on Mirkwood as a society has been invaluable to me as well! (Also thank you so much for your update on my Lindir fic! Please don’t worry about the length of time! When I submitted the request I shot for maybe having it as a Christmas present or New Year’s treat! But any time I receive it l’ll savor it all the same!)

I wanted to ask though, are there any writing exercises or prompts that you do to train your writing muscles? I find that I have a tougher time placing dialogue intentionally where it needs to be, and I struggle with showing, not telling. I plan my stories and chapters, which helps me a TON, but I still have issues. I’m coming back to writing after abandoning it in about 2018 because of uni and life. But now I wanna come back, which is why I’m writing my story, but I feel so rusty. Any tips/suggestions on how/what to write to improve on these skills?

Thank you so much for all your help. I really appreciate you. Your account’s richer than the mines of Moria for great writing content!

- Mithril

Hello Mirthril my friend!

Boy, am I glad I was able to answer your Ask quickly last time, because this one is laaaaate. I hope you'll forgive me that, but I have been pondering over your question since I received it.

My impostor syndrome tends to rear its ugly head whenever someone asks me for writing advice. I am against false modesty and all for giving oneself due credit, so I will say that I am a pretty damn good writer. (And I certainly hope so; I suck at math and most left-brain skills, so this is all I've got, haha!) However, I wouldn't call myself top-tier in the fanfic writer's world. Even though I have been doing this for many years, I still struggle with any aspects of my writing--in the same ways you described!

But you asked so kindly and I want to be able to offer you something, so here are the few tips I could think of that personally work for me, in addressing the challenges you described:

SotWK's Writing Strategies and Tips

Writing exercises or prompts

I actually suffer from having too many ideas, so I don't seek or invite new prompts often. I lean on the endless stream of wackadoo ideas in my brain, or the lovely suggestions and requests that come into my (always open) Ask Box.

I exercise things that I'm weakest at, and right now that's my speed and focus. I currently write at an abysmal 6-7 wpm (about 200 words every 30 minutes). Embarrassingly slow! I very recently discovered sprinting on Discord servers, and so far it's been effective in training me to focus on just getting words down as quickly as I can. I highly recommend it! I think with time it will gradually bump up my wpm.

If you really would like prompts to get you going, there are plenty of prompt games floating around the Tolkien fandom. You can also source them from writing groups, such as @fellowshipofthefics, the one I currently belong to. Their January Trope Roulette, for example, is so much fun! Amazing support group for Tolkien writers, and more importantly--very chill, no pressure.

Dialogue

This is tricky for everyone, and definitely exposes a writer's style and ability to speak in the voice of different characters (I think that's why writers stress about it). You gotta do it with accuracy and range, so it IS a challenge!

If you want to get as close to the characters' voices as Tolkien wrote them, then the obvious strategy seems to be to immerse yourself in the source material. Read the books. Watch the movies (which are pretty faithful, tone/dialogue wise).

When writing Tolkien fanfic, I am constantly browsing through my books (having ebook copies helps), playing the trilogies in the background, or listening to the audiobooks (I have the Andy Serkis versions). It's a little bit like method acting. If you drown yourself in the character's voices enough, you'll actually start talking like them in your head. You'll pick up on the language, the word choices, the pace of the dialogue within the story.

This is the reason I personally don't hop around fandoms (Tolkien only), and I stay away from modern AUs or crack fics. I prefer to preserve that Middle-earth tone and voice and keep it consistent in my writings.

You can also draw inspiration from other period/medieval/fantasy works! My frequent go-to's are ASOIAF/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon, Pride and Prejudice, and even Downtown Abbey works!

This last one might be extra weird, but I am a writer who leans heavily on fancasts/actors for inspiration. I like seeing a clear face and hearing a distinct voice for the character I am writing. It truly helps me write dialogue. For this reason, I fancast every major character that appears in my fics, and I usually pick big-name actors. Why? Because they have more movies/tv shows I can watch and listen to!

Fun fact: While writing my Éomer fic (which was VERY dialogue heavy), I listened to the first 7 minutes of Dredd SO MANY TIMES over and over just to imbibe Karl Urban's voice--I'm surprised the Netflix app didn't crash.

Showing, not telling

Here's one thing to try: Use "said" or "said + adverb" more often than you think you should, instead of trying to force a substitute. Or don't use a speech verb at all. This will force you to get a bit more descriptive about the characters' specific condition or actions. (Example from my fic: “Anywhere. Far enough to take you away from all this--” Éomer swung out his free arm in a gesture as wild as the fervor in his eyes. “Away from everything that is confusing you.”)

Visualizing a clear picture in my head helps me with the showing, and writing descriptions. Besides daydreaming and staring off into space, watch cinematic masterpieces, and train yourself to use words to describe what you are seeing.

But personally, I think purple prose and lack of brevity is the bigger issue in many fanfics (including my own). We need to remember there's nothing wrong with being straightforward in our storytelling and descriptions, because it speeds up the story pace or at least gives it more variety.

Shaking off Rust

Nothing else to do but just do it, my friend! :)

Whenever I feel rusty or blah about my current projects, I just shuffle over to a different WIP, or if it's really bad--start a new one!

As long as you're getting words down and you're happy and satisfied, you're doing it right.

Lean on writing friends for help and inspiration. We are a community here, regardless of the whisperings that "fandom is dying". It will stay alive and thriving if we keep it so!

Anyway, that's my non-professional, semi-bogus advice regarding things that work for me! Hopefully you can find something in there that works for you too.

Thank you as always for your kind words, and I wish you the best of luck--and LOTS OF FUN--in your writing!

#sotwk answers #anon asks #i have the best anons #anon: mithril #writing #writing community #writing tips #creative writing #writblr #lotr #tolkien #eomer #karl urban #sotwk advice #sotwk fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writer

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Some ZhongXiao fics on ao3 that I love a lot.

What the title says.

I have not read all the fics in the tag because there are so many, so... it is what it is! This sampling will probably be smaller than it should be. This list is in no order of preference.

1. The ZhongXiao Alliance by Yellow_Canna

R18 fic. I think this must be the most popular?? ZX fic with a little bit of VenAether too... it is the one fic that appears in the search engine when you type “zhongxiao ao3″, haha. But it is so worth it. The characterizations are well done. Also, it has EVERYTHING. Comedy, drama, romance, angst, absurdity, smut, misunderstandings, character evolution, babies. It is a whole ride. I love how Xiao and Venti are written here in particular, as well as the prose in the middle part. I enjoyed reading this so much and have even re-read some memorable parts. If I start reading it I end up reading everything... it is a very dangerous story! But it is such a nice read! Just read the summary. Not putting it here because it’s quite long. It is a whole adventure.

2. Boca de dragón by Narialam (Spanish)

Este fic está en Español y la verdad lo considero muy bueno. Me pesa mucho que no esté completo, pero al menos llegó a un punto de inflexión importante en la historia. Básicamente a Zhongli le da hanahaki. La caracterización de Zhongli aquí es muy interesante.

“Cientos de años atrás, la enfermedad de Hanahaki había causado algún que otro estrago en la región de Liyue pese a la atenta mirada del arconte Geo. Ahora que se había retirado nuevamente tenía que enfrentarla. Esta vez, en sus propias entrañas.“

3. city of requests by stonesbeyondthesea

“A strange mortal wielding a Geo vision cleans out all of the demons and monsters in Guili Plains and Dihua Marsh within a single night. Though reluctantly impressed, Xiao refuses to place any confidence in this man’s intelligence, considering he thinks the best time for such an activity is in the pouring rain at the dead of night.

In which Xiao discovers the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's Consultant who insists on accompanying him in his duties looks uncannily like his former Archon.”

This fic is so cute. Zhongli and Xiao are both playful, since Zhongli is playing at pretending to be a mortal. He thinks no one knows, but Xiao and the rest of the Adepti were aware of his real identity since the start... It’s such a cute fic. It’s also about Xiao getting closer to a mundane life. Qiqi is also suuuper cute. Also if I remember well Xiao speaks with the birds in this fic and it is sooo cute.

4. bury what needs burying by mnabokov

“Xiao has never felt grief like this.”

R18 fic. MAN, THIS FIC KICKED MY ASS and punched me in the gut a couple of times while reading it. I do not know if I was too sensible that day but I for sure felt the sadness and the grief. Yes, this fic is about grief. This fic is also one of my favorites. Poor, poor Xiao. I never forgot about this story it’s just too good.

5. dawnbreak by moonbell (snowdrops)

“If his destiny is death, has his lord’s will defied that of heaven’s?”

This is a response fic to the archon quest in 2.7... it is really nice. I think the one line I loved was:

"I said I would not apologise for saving you. But I ask that you forgive my selfishness in keeping you alive," Zhongli says, lowering his head to Xiao. "It is one thing to ask your suffering for the protection of a nation. It is another, to have forced it upon you for my own sake."

6. xi wangmu by tzitzimeme

“Xiangling scales entire mountains to satisfy the palettes of her two pickiest customers. (Or, two men who are emotionally stunted by their own immortality inadvertantly turn an overly enthusiastic chef into their messenger pigeon.)

[Post 1.1 addendum added: Xiao remembers how to live.]”

This fic is more Gen (still, please be careful to read the tags beforehand), and I know the author has been involved in some drama, but I still enjoyed this particular story. I just enjoy the slow evolution of Xiangling’s interactions with both Xiao and Zhongli, and the ending is also cute.

7. i let xiao eat a dream but it gets surreal and horny by bimbitri

“It's been hundreds of years since Xiao last ate a dream. Zhongli offers him the chance to eat his, but Xiao quickly realises that he's bitten off more than he can chew.

[ Xiao was no longer a hunter, a devourer – he’d become swallowed by Zhongli's dream entirely. He could feel it pressing against him. The weight made him gasp and squirm. Every inch of him – of his existence, of his identity, his self – was caught within the dream. Its touch was electrifying, sending tendrils of sweet heat over every inch of him. He was overwhelmed by each ethereal caress. Too much. Not enough. He wanted, wanted, wanted. ]”

The title and summary describe it well enough so I cannot add much. It is R18 obviously.

8. The Perks of Being a Cat by Minglan

“Hu Tao will kill me,” Xiangling breathes. Her gaze darts between Zhongli and the soup she prepared – the one which transformed Zhongli into a feline creature.--Zhongli accidentally turns into a cat and Xiao doesn't know.”

This one is a lovely fic about Zhongli turning into a cat and getting the rare opportunity to get closer to Xiao because of it.

9. eternity begins with you by lorkhaj

“Zhongli remembered love. He remembered the pretty eyed boy left alone in the garden, covered in scars and cherry blossom petals. He remembered sneaking into their storage closets and stealing kisses amid breathless giggles and soft touches. He remembered midnight walks and stargazing and swordplay.Above all, he remembered all of their broken promises and fleeting maybes; he remembered Xiao.//

So begins the tale of the dragon chasing the human through history.“

This FIC IS INCREDIBLE. I was in awe when I finished reading it. I read it in one go because I could no stop, I needed to know how everything turned out. It was a whole adventure. This fic is more like an AU based on the characters instead of a canon like story, but the story is so, so good. Please, please read it!! My words are probably not decent enough to praise it.

10. the way joy sounds as it exits your mouth by crookedspoon

“Tender moments upon waking.”

R18 fic. This was very lovely and hot.

11. it's my first time being human (i learned to bear the retribution) by wisforia

“

One day, a young man catches his eye behind the counter at the coffee shop he frequently visits. A new staff, perhaps. He is not a familiar face, and Zhongli is certain he would have remembered him if he had seen him before.

There is a grace to the way he moves, fingers precise as he prepares the concoctions his customer has ordered. His dark hair streaked with teal is gathered at the small of his nape, yet still a few wispy pieces slip out, brushing against his sharp features, softening them.

Zhongli is merely a lawyer who frequently visits the coffee shop down the street from his office. Xiao is merely a barista working at that same coffee shop. One of these statements is not entirely true.”

This is an excellent AU in a modern setting that is still not finished but it’s uploading frequently and I am thinking it is already in it’s latest stages. The characterization for both Xiao and Zhongli, and just any other character in here really, is so good. I love it so much. I am enjoying following this story. I love the fragility of both Xiao and Zhongli in this. It is such a good slow burn story.

12. weathered stone by astracytevi

“Zhongli's heart is like weathered stone. He can stand waiting for Xiao after the incident at the Chasm; he is good with patience, after all.

But despite all of the weathering he has gone through, Zhongli holds firm (or does he really) when he learns that the one he loves returns the feelings.”

This is a nice mutual pining and love confession fic after the 2.7 event.

“I’m sorry I’ve always been a burden to you. I’m sorry that you’ve had to deal with me being a nuisance for so long. It would have been better if Bosacius survived. He was a hero. I am not. Despite what I’ve told the Traveler, I am not.”

Oh, Xiao...

13. Even a Broken Glass Can Still Hold Water by Minglan

“Xiao always imagined their first kiss to be different. He imagined it to be warm and grounding – like finding home when his has been gone for so long. Too long.

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Or: Xiao ends up in the same dorm room as his long-time crush Zhongli”

I also love this AU so much because they are just fellow students in this one, but also it talks a lot about Xiao as a character and the story creates a whole network of characters around Xiao too, so it is interesting to read. I enjoy seeing Xiao analyze his own mental struggles and trying to improve for his relationship with Zhongli. It is still not finished and the new chapters come out slowly, I pray everyday the author does not give up on this story...

14. Desire by ragnvndrr

“I wish that you, my lord, will tell me what it is you desire.”

Xiao worships Zhongli.”

R18 fic. Its is a sweet mature fic which I think, it is well described in the summary.

15. what it means to serve by morax-yipyip (ahajkunless)

“The thick musk of a powerful, centuries-old dragon permeates the air, enough that Xiao can smell it even outside the small cave Zhongli has hidden himself in. He knows it's dangerous to go in, deadly to offer up his own body for use like he's considering.

But to help Zhongli, he really doesn't have any other options.”

R18 fic naturally. This fic is basically Zhongli getting in some stage of heat, and Xiao willing to help him in the best way he can... I love Xiao’s devotion so much. This fic is about care and devotion.

16. 报春花 (bàochūnhuā) by lumieres (irlsugawara)

“

beside my bed a pool of light— is it hoarfrost on the ground? i lift my eyes and see the moon, i bend my head and think of home.

Thoughts in the Silent Night

By Li Bai”

This fic is set in the past and it is about learning feelings. It is oneiric and poetic.

17. Terra Incognita by bunbum

“After carrying out a mission, Xiao returns to Liyue Harbor to find his Lord has taken on a new, unexpected form.”

This is a R18 fic. I like it mostly because there are not many fics where I see Zhongli taking a female-like form, so it is a nice surprise!! I like how they have such great communication, which is displayed en every scene and in particular in the smut. It is also based in the Rex Incognito books of Liyue, so it is of interest to me. And I like both Zhongli and Xiao in here.

One part I liked:

“Do you wish for my domination or submission?”

For once it’s a question Xiao can answer easily. His voice comes out in a weak breath. “Domination, always.”

“Thus, it is written in stone,” Rex Lapis declares.

18. to struggle in vain by kirbeby

"So this is what it feels like to be warm." This is Xiao’s first thought when Morax grips his arm to pull him up from the ground. He hadn’t realized until just now that he’d forgotten the feeling. His second thought, moments later and much colder, is a desperate "He can never know."

soulmate au where when you touch a bare hand to your soulmate's skin for the first time, they receive a soul mark. one soulmate being marked doesn't make the other's mark appear automatically; they both have to touch a hand to skin. for angst purposes.

This is a soulmates AU and I love them all, enough said!! It is also after the 2.7 event, which is also welcome.

His second thought, moments later and much colder, is a desperate “He can never know.”

19. A Novel Encounter by ApolloACNH

“Caught in a sudden rainstorm on the way to the train station not long after leaving work for the day, Xiao takes shelter in a bookstore with an eccentric owner…”

This is a lovely, lovely AU that was so good I wanted it to be way longer. It is long enough but it is just such a cute read. Here Zhongli is a bookstore owner, hehehe.

#zhongxiao #if i make someone curious about zx as a ship even if they don't play gnsn i already won #these are basically all the fics i have bookmarked #no actually i don't recommend it that much ppl in gnsn fandom hate this ship like they killed their grandmas

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25. for Haoyu please. \(^^ )

25. What is the fail rate and success rate in their mission? Are they the type who let agents die for high mission success rate or prioritize agents’s life and choose to retreat when things got out of hand?

(Note: I tend to respond as the characters themselves, but I'll try to make sure to add much needed context. So, please forgive me if my style of response is confusing. If you need additional clarification then do not hestitate to ask. If you want to know why I respond as the characters themselves, I am way too used to the ask blog days that was very prominent in the fandom I was/am still in).

"Haoyu" thought of the question for a moment, but didn't seem to know what to say. As he put his hand on his chin, he suddenly realized his answer.

"I never really thought about that. I never saw the need to actually. If I fail then I just get right back up and if I succeed then I am happy. Hmm, maybe I should ask about it to Eunkyu or Siwoo." "Haoyu" then pursed his lips as he mentioned the hedgehog. He knew how Siwoo would respond, but "Haoyu" has already learned to ignore the sarcasm from them. "Maybe, I will just ask Eunkyu or the Chief. Siwoo would definitely find a way to scold me. Though, because of the many jobs that are within the military police force, it would be hard to know what is considered a mission or not. It's not like I am in the intelligence department of the force."

"Haoyu" sighed. "Then again, I don't want to keep track of those sort of things. I'm too scared to see if I am failing to be a good member of the force. I don't want to know if I have the most failed missions because I am scared others will use me as a scapegoat. It has happened once and I don't want it to happen again." "Haoyu" lowered his gaze as he began to remember his time as an infantry soldier in another base. It was one of the worst moments in his life. As a foreginer in the army, he had no one he could rely on. The customs were similar yet different from his home country so he often made a fool out of himself. "Yet, I am in a similar position. Though, Eunkyu is also regarded as a foregin member, but he at least knows how things are around here because of his parents and he knows the language quite well. Ugh! I don't want to think about any of this! I hate that base! I hate them!" "Haoyu" groaned as he decided that for once, he wanted to get back to his job.

Looking at the second part of the question, "Haoyu" knew the answer already.

"You never leave a comrade behind! It is a lesson that was nailed into me the day I joined this nation's army! The day you join a battalion, is the day that everyone around you becomes your brothers and sisters!" "Haoyu" truimphantly shouted. He still remembers how the trainers always told this to all the newbies. Though he grimaced as he thought of one particular soldier. "Even if it's her. I will still make sure to bring everyone back safely. Who cares if my success rate would be better if I allowed them to die. Protecting my comrades is just as important as dealing with missions. Only a coward would leave behind someone."

"Haoyu" nodded proudly with his answer. He hoped that he made his trainers proud with his response. He still looks up to them even if they allowed the other soldiers to treat him like shit. "Haoyu" knew that nothing would change his mind on this, even if his friends sometimes worried about him. He was a typical military cat.

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Lynn here! I want to say that I am so sorry these responses are slow. I am having a bit of an art block and no matter how many times I draw, I get disappointed on how it turned out. It will take me a bit to respond to all questions as I want to my best on all of them and then I also have an upcoming exam. I will have to hold off on other responses until then. Thank you for the ask! I look forward to answer the rest.

#ask #SaH Haoyu #you chose a tough question haha #hopefully my style of response isn’t odd #gotta thank my time in a fandom in 2014 for that #anyways thank you for the ask!#I’ll do my best to respond to the other ones as soon as possible

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it’s been about a month since i've done one of these! here’s some of an exes to lovers au i'm sorting out. please enjoy this scene between tk and andrea 💜

“I love your son more than anything and I let him down. I can never forgive myself for that,” TK says decidedly, finally bringing himself to look her in the eyes.

Andrea raises a brow, her head tilting to the side as she studies him.

“You can’t exactly move forward if you’re still holding on to the past.”

TK frowns. “That’s the thing though. There’s no real way forward. This is all I’ll ever be to him. I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to look at me and not think about the past, about how I ruined us. How could he not?” he asks, more so to himself.

“Did you come back to win his heart?”

TK shakes his head at once. Through all the disorientation of being back in the same space with Carlos again after all this time, that’s never been in question. In moving back to Austin, he’d hoped to at least see his ex again, but not in a romantic sense. He couldn’t possibly dare to dream such a thing.

“I lost that five years ago. I’m still trying to accept that. But, no. I came back to apologize and maybe, if I’m lucky, earn back his trust.”

TK looks out across the yard for a moment, Andrea’s well-tended garden. The fragrance of her flowers wafts through the air on the gentle breeze that passes.

“I know I broke our relationship in ways I can never undo. But if we could be friends again or even acquaintances, that’d be more than enough for me. That’s what I’ve missed most, you know? Just talking to him. Being around him. These last few years have been really hard and it’s all my fault.”

TK scrapes his nail against the side of the mug.

“I don’t really remember much from that night. But I do remember feeling like I had to set him free so I did and said things I’m not proud of to make him go.”

TK’s vision blurs with newly formed tears.

“I know he would have stayed to see me through it. He would have stuck with me, loved me even though I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t want that for him. He deserved better. He deserved more than I could give him at the time.”

He wipes at his eyes before looking at Andrea again and setting his mug down.

“You did an amazing job raising Carlos. I’ve never met anyone like him before and I know that I never will again. I was so lucky to be loved by him. I knew it back then too, but I just…I lost my way and I lost him too.”

Andrea’s gaze is intent as she looks at him. It’s so much like staring into Carlos’ eyes. There’s such warmth and compassion within her gaze. She cups his cheek and TK’s last bit of resolve breaks.

TK lets out a sob and Andrea’s arms encircle him at once, catching him as he breaks down. She soothes him in the same way his own mother would, gentle slow circles across his back as she quietly tells him it’ll all be okay.

TK prays that she’s right, that these words are prophetic. He clings to her, his fingers burrowing against the softness of her cardigan. He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath. He’s too distracted in the move to notice they aren’t alone until a voice that doesn’t belong to either of them speaks.

“Ma, Dad’s asking when—,” Carlos says, stopping short.

TK sniffs and shifts from Andrea, putting space between them. He looks away, his eyes casting down to try and disguise the fact that he’s been crying.

“Tell him we’ll start in a few, okay? Five minutes or so. Surely his stomach can last that long,” she muses.

Carlos doesn’t laugh or make any sound in response.

TK licks his lips and looks up again. Carlos is still in the doorway, expression grave, but he still doesn’t speak. He looks between his mother and TK, eyes settling on the latter. TK is sure he must look rough. He’s got a headache from crying so much and he feels sick to his stomach.

Carlos searches his face almost as if calculating TK’s hurt. TK does his best to telegraph that he’s okay.

“Carlos. Five minutes,” Andrea repeats softly.

After a beat, Carlos nods and seems to come back to himself. He tears his eyes away from TK and looks to his mother.

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

TK lets out a breath as Carlos disappears back into the house. Andrea turns to him, arms spread open again.

“Come here,” she says.

TK goes without hesitation. He feels far more relaxed now, but still he doesn’t shy away from the comfort she provides. He knows he’s not in any fit state to go back into the house just yet.

He takes a breath. Andrea’s perfume is delicate and floral, but there’s also the additional spices of the meal she prepared for them all this evening. It’s simply nice.

TK smiles and unfurls himself once he’s had his fill.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me. I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” he jokes, but Andrea looks troubled at his words.

“I can see the way you look at my son. I can tell what’s in your heart. I can see just how deeply your hurt runs. You’re a good person who has been through so much in your young life. It breaks my heart to see you hurting like this. You can’t keep punishing yourself, TK.”

“But what if I deserve it? After everything I’ve put Carlos through and my own family too? I’ve hurt a lot of people,” he argues.

“And you’ve been making amends ever since,” she counters adamantly. “I know Carlos would say the same thing too.”

TK doesn’t have a response to that. He bites back on his lower lip, sitting with her words for a moment. She pats his knee twice and rises. TK numbly gets to his feet too and begins to trail after her.

“Mrs. Reyes?” TK says, stopping in his tracks.

She turns back to look at him, her outline haloed in the light coming from the glass doors. She looks like an angel, bathed in warmth and brightness here in the dark of night.

“Thank you for listening to me,” he finishes softly. “I didn’t even realize how much I needed that.”

The smile she treats him to is so full of kindness, it’s a bit overwhelming but he’s grateful for it.

She comes closer and cups his face again, her skin warm against his cheek. It steadies him, forges his nerves into steel. He borrows her strength.

“Any time, sweetheart. Whatever you need.”

TK falters for a moment.

“Do you think– Could we…could we maybe keep all of this between us? The last thing I want to do is complicate things even more for him. If he knew how I felt, it might…he’s in a good place. I don’t want to mess with that.”

She eyes him for a moment thoughtfully, her lips twitching for a second as if holding herself back from saying something she ought not to.

In the end, she simply nods, draping her arm over his shoulders as she takes a leading step to the door.

#911 lone star #911 ls fic #tk strand #andrea reyes #carlos reyes #tarlos #ronenrubinstein #userthai #tuserpaige #tusersonia #userbones #usernicholas #useream #useralie #jazzyjess #rafaelsliva #usermimsi #kimmy writes #wip wednesday

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911 What's your Emergency? (Nick Goode x Fem!reader)

Synopsis: Nick sets his trap, although there are a few things he didn't account for.

Warnings: Slowish burn because I am impatient. Smut later, Dark!nick, abuse of power, mention of devil worship, typical cannon violence, mentions of blood.

A/N: I have fallen back into the beautiful dark hole that is this man. Also, I am a bit of a slut for red flag FICTIONAL men. I also have not edited this story so forgive me for some mistakes. I am a little rusty

Part One || Part Two

Y/n couldn't get Nick out of her mind. It was becoming extremely distracting. She was having trouble at the moment focusing on the papers on her desk at him, threading her fingers through her hair, attempting to figure out how the hell she was going to finish her work. Grumbling Y/n gets up wandering though her apartment to the kitchen, the sizeable german shepherd who had been sleeping on the couch perked up when the wine bottle clinked against her glass.

"Sorry, bubba, this isn't for you" The teacher calls, a soft grunt is all she gets in response. The woman turns back to the glass and takes a large gulp. Releasing a sigh her eyes fall shut for just a moment, that moment however was abruptly ended by the sound of scratching on the door.

Y/n's eyes open assuming it was her pup needing to go for a walk. That was until her eyes landed on the dog who was currently staring off down the hall toward the door. The hair on the back of his neck jumping up, a low growl leaving his throat.

"Murphy...stop I am sure it-" A loud bang cuts her off and she jumps. The normally docile companion starts to bark aggressively rushing down the hall causing Y/n to panic worried for his safety and starts running after him only to be met with a large man holding a knife standing silently in her doorway.

It feels like time slows for a moment, her mind registering that there was in fact an intruder, this wasn't nothing and that man was going to hurt her dog. So of course, y/n does the only rational thing that came to mind. Grabbing the closet thing which happened to be a decorative bowl and throw it at his head, hoping it disarmed him enough that she grabs Murphy's collar yanking him away to the bedroom. Locking the door and frantically dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" A male voice fills her ears as she hides in the closet.

"Someone just broke into my house!" Y/n frantically whispers "H-he has a knife oh my god I can hear him coming"

"What is your address," The dispatcher asks quickly trying to act fast.

"782 Pembrooke Ave, Sunnyvale" She whimpers and lets out a small squeak when the man starts banging on her door.

"I'm Sorry did you say...Sunnyvale?" The dispatcher sounded confused like he didn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, asshole Sunnyvale! Please Hurry he's trying to get into my room" The teacher was starting to experience a panic attack her chest heaving with the effort.

"Ma'am making prank calls is against the law are you aware of that fact?" The dispatcher says back in an annoyed tone.

"What...what the hell are you talking about of course I know that! There is a man with a KNIFE and...OH GOD" she screams when the door is busted down and Murphy starts growling and barking again as the closet is ripped open and someone grabs her ankle. A scream erupts from her lips as her assailant yanks her from the hiding spot.

It dawned on the woman that there was no one coming to help. Attempting to fight back the best she could noticing the man was wearing a white mask that looked cracked on the side. There was something familiar about the man but she couldn't put her finger on it, just as the man was about to lower the knife a gunshot rang through her apartment. Suddenly her face was covered in a warm liquid the man fell to the ground.

It took a moment for the woman to understand what had transpired her body shaking when two arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a warm body. Sobs wracked through her body once it all sets in that this stranger was going to kill her and someone stopped it.

Looking up through her wet lashes she finds her savior to be none other than Sherif Nick Goode, utterly unsure about her feelings all she knew was that his cologne brought a sense of comfort and safety his warm voice reaching her ears.

"It's alright...you're safe now, I've got you...he won't hurt you" Nick coos at the shaking woman in his arms smirking a bit at how perfectly this was turning out to be.

"I-I didnt think you would come, t-the person on the phone...they...they said I was going to get charged" The young teacher cries harder and hides her face against his neck, Murphy was still growling more pointedly at Nick. The sound was aggravating the Sheriff but he had to take it one step at a time.

"There is no need to worry not, I have you, no one is very going to hurt you again. I'll protect you" He sounded so sure, it sent a warm feeling through her body. "Come on we will get you out of here"

Nick pulls her up into his arms as a few more members of his squad arrive. He pushes past them out to his own cruiser gently laying Y/n into the back seat her dog following and staring at Nick suspiciously before curling at her feet.

"Sir...I can't believe something like this happened here...in Sunnyvale. Should we arm the community?" A deputy asks and Nick shakes his head.

"No that won't be an issue. This was an isolated event. I'll take care of the victim and her statement you go deal with this mess" He gestures before starting up his car.

Nick takes a deep breath and glances through his rearview mirror taking in the frightened young teacher. She looked so small and dainty in her position curled against the window. It was wrong of him to be so aroused by her current state but it couldn't be helped. He was on his way to making her his and this was a perfect first step. Making her be dependent on him after saving her life.

Perhaps this was going to be easier than originally expected.

#Nick Goode #Fear street1994 #fanfic #series #slow burn #sheriff nick goode #Ashley Zuckerman #eventual smut #angst #horror #crime #dark!Nick Goode

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acciotherapists · 2 years

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Far From Home (Chapter 22: Where is She?)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Warnings for this chapter: angst, mention of dead character

A man called Coulson.

Phil Coulson was dead along with several agents Loki didn’t know the names of. My breaths became shallower as the air refused to reach my lungs.

“Y/n, please… d-.”

“Please what, Loki!? You killed him! He was practically a brother to me and he’s dead because of you!” I shouted.

“Darling, I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know. H-He was in the way and I didn’t have a choice.” “You had a choice, Loki! You could’ve ended all of this but instead you chose to hurt people I care about!”

He took a step forward, lifting his hand but I quickly backed away from him.

“I will never forgive you for this,” I hissed.

“I can fix this, love. I promise I’ll fix this.”

“You can’t fix this, Loki! He’s dead!” I shouted as the tears streamed down my face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling me into a hug. I struggled against his grip but it was pointless. I knew it was wrong and I should hate him for everything he’s done but I couldn’t ignore what I felt with him. His lips slowly moved to my ear as he murmured a thousand apologies, his voice breaking with each one.

"Loki, stop," I whispered, my heart clenching at the sound of his broken voice.

"I didn't want to kill him," he whispered into my hair, his grip tightening around me.

"I know, baby…. I know," I soothed, fighting back my own tears as Coulson's face flashed in my mind. He was gone and the man I loved was responsible for his death.

***

I sat in a guest room in Stark Tower, one that seemingly hadn't been used in a long time. A green dress lay untouched on the bed, familiar Asgardian armor sitting beside it.

"Put this on, darling," Loki had said to me before locking me in the room, saying he couldn't trust me not to run away yet.

“This is Agent Y/l/n. Does anybody copy?” I asked through my comms, though I knew it was a futile attempt if no one was in range, but I had to try nonetheless. There was nothing. No voice, not even the faintest crackling sound. It was simply dead air. I sighed before realizing there was no point in stalling any longer. I slowly put the dress and armor on, not wanting to anger Loki, and knocked on the door. The lock turned and the door opened as Loki’s face came into view.

“You look stunning, darling,” he whispered in awe before taking my hand and leading me out of the room. “Come with me. I’ll show you our army.”

***

A medic team carried away Phil Coulson’s body as the remaining banged-up Avengers heard the news the agent had not survived. A silence fell over the helicarrier as the news of his passing settled.

Somewhere among the chaos Clint Barton was waking up, sweat dripping from his forehead as the adrenaline and the effects of the scepter wore off, Natasha Romanoff sitting by his side.

Bruce Banner lay in a pile of rubble miles away from the helicarrier with a massive headache and no memory of how he got there.

The scattered Avengers gathered themselves as they picked up the broken pieces of the team and prepared for a fight they didn’t even know if they could win. What they weren’t aware of yet was just how far they’d be willing to go when a member of their team– and the world– is in danger.

***

“I’m not marching to Fury’s fire,” Tony spat, looking down at where Loki’s cell had been ejected from the ship.

“Neither am I,” Steve retorted. “He’s got the same blood on his hands that Loki does. But right now we’ve got to put that behind us and get this done. Loki needs a power source. If we can put together a list…”

“He made it personal,” Tony interrupted.

“That’s not the point.”

“That is the point. That’s Loki’s point,” Tony argued. “He hit us all right where we live, why?”

“To tear us apart.”

“Yeah. Divide and conquer is great but… he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That’s what he wants to beat us and he wants to be seen doing it… so why allow himself to get captured only to break out? Why come here at all?”

Their eyes widened as the realization seemed to hit them at the same time.

“Does anyone have eyes on Agent Y/l/n?” Steve called into his coms, receiving several ‘no’ answers in reply.

“Sure, he came back here to weaken us but he wanted her, too,” Tony explained as he began running, Steve following closely behind. They made their way to Fury's office as Tony spoke.

“I don’t know how we didn’t see it sooner. We just assumed they were siblings because of Thor but did you see the way Loki looked at her? I think Loki's in love with her."

"But do you really think he'd risk getting captured just to get her back?" Steve asked as they reached the door to Fury's office.

"The right girl makes even a guy like that do insane things."

"I suppose you're right," Steve answered, seeming lost in a memory, before Tony continued.

"We need to find out where he took her." Without knocking Tony swung the door open, being met with Fury's confused and slightly enraged face.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he hissed, closing the file in front of him.

"We need you to pull any surveillance footage from the attack," Tony said as he and Steve moved towards Fury's desk.

"You want to tell me why you're bursting into my office making demands?" Fury hissed.

"We think Loki may have taken Agent Y/l/n. We need to find out how and hopefully where,” Tony answered.

“Agent Y/l/n, report in!” Fury called into his comms as he began typing on his computer. A crackling sound filled his comms before they went quiet. No response came.

Fury’s typing increased as the silence in his comms became deafening. Fury turned the computer as a video began playing. Agent Y/l/n stood near the stairs leading to Research Level Four.

“That’s Agent Brown,” Fury explained, pausing the video. “He was taking her to Thor… said he’d been badly injured and requested her.”

“What happened next?” Steve asked and Fury resumed the video.

A man appeared behind her, injecting an unknown substance into the side of her neck. Her body went limp and the unknown man carefully lifted her off the ground, taking extra care not to hurt her. Agent Brown said something to the man but they couldn’t hear what it was.

“Is there audio?” Tony asked.

“No but SHIELD has pretty extensive lip reading software,” Fury answered before typing once more. The video rewound and the lip reading software worked in the background as a robotic voice spoke.

“Careful with her. She’s a good agent… plus, the boss will kill us if she’s harmed.”

“Where would he go?” Steve asked as the video ended.

“He wants an audience,” Tony murmured as he began pacing the room deep in thought. “Loki’s a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers. He wants parades. He wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered…” Tony’s eyes widened as he trailed off. “Son of a bitch.”

“Stark, what is it?”

“I think I know where he is.”

****

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— no rush.

summary : diluc wants to take your relationship further- but it’s his first time and he knows nothing, leading to a rather peculiar discussion.

cw : not explicitly nsfw but the main focus is s*x ; reverse comfort ? ; pretty wholesome

genre : fluff ; suggestive ?

“i’d like to take our relationship further one of these days.” was a sentence you did not expect to come from diluc as you cuddled on the bed.

your head rested against your lover’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist and legs entwined. his hands propped up a fairly large book. you read as he read- except your mind processed none of the words on the pages. rather, you sunk into the comfort and warmth of his body.

your relationship with diluc had been a slow one. the both of you took your time trusting each other- only handing your hearts over after knowing that the other was willing to care for it. he took just as many initiatives as you did to strengthen the relationship, but you had always been faster in giving him your trust. for that reason, you were surprised that he suggested taking the next step in getting closer to you.

“of course, i don’t wish to impose my... desires on you, so take your time considering it.” as you turned to look at his face, you noticed his tense hold on the book he was reading. his shoulders had turned subtly stiff, and his eyes seemed to focus on a very specific word in the book. it was clear. he was nervous.

“diluc, i want to take our relationship further too,” you whispered softly. “but just to clear things up, you’re talking about- uh, that, right? um.. you know... sex?” you whispered just a bit softer. as soon as you uttered the word, oh, how the red of his face matched his hair. your head flush against his chest, you could feel the bumbumbum of his heartbeat getting faster.

“y-yes. yes i do. forgive my discourtesy, my love...” he answered, as if it was he who said such a direct word. he looked away, eyes searching for something on the space beside him. maybe he was looking for a place to hide. you wondered how he would initiate the act if the word itself had him looking like he was going to faint. “there is no rush to this, my love, so please take your time and tell me when you’re ready. i will prepare the necessary- uh- tools, as needed.” he fell into a silence- one that was uncomfortable to bear.

oh, but archons. tools?! while you wanted to give your seemingly deflated lover a break, there was no way you would let such a wording go unnoticed. not to mention his overusage of the endearment my love- something he usually does when nervous.

“my love,“ you echoed him, “i have no clue what you mean by ‘tools’.” you gave him a puzzled look. “please enlighten me.” and off he went into a coughing fit. never have you seen such a composed, kingly gentleman act so embarassed and disheveled. note to self? make him do that more often.

truly, though, how did this man offer to be more intimate with you and not expect the conversation to steer this way? “i- i’m sure you are aware of it, my love. those rubbers... condoms, isn’t that right? and i’ve heard that you will need a ribbon to... i suppose tie your hands with. yes, i’m certain, my love. we could use one of my belts to do that ‘spanking’ routine. such tools are what we require, are they not?” he looked back at you, expectant of your response, only to see you holding back your laughter.

“baby, my dear, my darling and my love,” you breathed out, “i’m not trying to be rude, but have you ever... done it before?” and he froze up. “i promise i won’t judge you for being a virgin- i’m just wondering, have you been getting all this information from the guys at your tavern?” and his face turned away from your sight. your heart almost exploded along with your laughter, but you had to keep it in for the sake of the blushing man. so you regained your composure and sat up.

you took the book in diluc’s hands and placed it beside you. your hands then wrapped around his. he would not look at you. “diluc, my dear, look here please?” your request went unheeded, so you rubbed circles on the back of his hands. “you don’t have to be embarrassed that it’s your first time, you know? i’m... actually happy that we can have our first times together. it makes it more special, doesn’t it?” you cooed, and he turned his head towards you- eyes avoiding yours.

“plus, don’t trust the people at your tavern. there’s no “tools” other than the condoms for protection, and you don’t need to tie me up or spank me.” you carefully read his expression, “well, we can save that for the future, when we’re more comfortable with each other, yeah?” he hummed in agreement softly. “we can explore it on our own terms first alright? start off simple, then start getting into more things when we want to. just like you said, there’s no rush.” he nodded. eyes meeting yours.

“i... i must apologize, [name]. i should have been honest from the start,” he placed his hand over yours. “and you’re... quite right. perhaps i was too trusting of the customers’ drunk advice. forgive me if i had said anything to give you discomfort. shall we consult each other, then, about this.. these matters?” you agreed.

as expected, diluc’s recovery from embarassment was smooth and quick. you wondered if bringing it up would throw him off his feet again. but you decided against it. not now, not tonight. he had suffered enough, you thought, and the man deserved some rest. the anxiety of initiating the talk, the embarassment of admitting to being a virgin and recalling inaccurate information from the tavern- that would be enough to tear this poor gentleman’s heart apart.

so you leaned in and planted a small, light kiss on his cheek. he looped his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your hair and kissing your ear. “thank you,” he whispered, and promptly pulled you into the bed with him. his slow breathing and lax hold on you were telltale signs of a tired man going to sleep. so “sleep tight”, you muttered, and sleep tight he did.

he was right. there was no rush. just lots of time, and lots of mistakes, and definitely lots of love.

author’s notes : wrote this at midnight after a long day, so do forgive anything out of place! diluc is fun to write, and i cannot see him as anything but a shy and gentle man out of combat. thank you for reading!

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monocaelia · 3 years

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tending to their wounds

they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort

warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.

❀ albedo

it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.

flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?

it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.

"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.

"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'

the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.

despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.

you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.

"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.

you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.

❀ childe

childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.

finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.

but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.

your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...

"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"

"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.

and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.

you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."

a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.

what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.

you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.

❀ diluc

the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.

that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.

he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.

diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.

it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).

but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.

diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.

but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.

diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.

he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.

"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.

"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.

not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.

❀ kaeya

the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.

that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.

you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.

"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.

you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.

your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.

"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.

"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.

in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.

it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.

he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.

kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.

"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.

❀ kazuha

kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.

that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.

so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.

it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.

you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.

"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.

ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.

"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.

kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.

and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.

❀ xiao

being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.

even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.

when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.

so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.

nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.

"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.

"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."

xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.

no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.

but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.

and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.

an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.

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bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening.

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up.

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

Levi scoffs at your batting eyelashes. The look he throws you seems to do the trick as you drop your facade with a sigh and shift yourself to face him on the couch too, your bent knees almost touching.

“Alright, fine, you got me,” you sigh, hands resting in your lap, “You, um... you know how you said you’d help me with, like, uh... sex and stuff?”

Levi raises an eyebrow. Of course he does. He watches as your eyes dart around the room waiting for his response. It’s cute as heck, and if the topic of conversation at hand weren’t about to get so compromising, he’d have probably teased you about it.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… okay, so, you remember Jean, right? The guy I told you about?”

Levi hums. Yeah, he remembers Jean, but only because you can’t seem to shutup about him, not because he’s particularly memorable otherwise. He seems to be kind of a prick and a huge idiot, if you asked Levi; but, that’s kind of his default impression of most people.

“Jean and I hung out yesterday, and it was normal, you know? We just talked and ordered food and watched a movie,” you rub your palms along the fabric of your yoga pants—another nervous tick he’s been observing, “I don’t know if it was a date or not, because he didn’t say it was, and I don’t want to assume, but Marco keeps saying it was, and that Jean wants to actually ask me out.”

Levi blinks. “And?”

“And if he does ask me out—or even if he just… I don’t know, wants to try something the next time we hang out, I don’t want to look like a complete idiot!”

He refrains from letting a noticeable grimace take over his features; and washes away the unsettling feeling in his stomach with a nonchalant comment, “I doubt he’ll try anything on your first date.”

“But what if it’s not a date! People hang out just to hook up all the time.”

“I thought you wanted to date him?” Levi questions, but his it comes out as more of a deadpan statement.

“I do,” you answer, your response a little delayed and drawn out, “But, I wouldn’t mind just sleeping with him, either.”

“Bold statement from someone who’s never slept with anyone before.”

“Have I told you today that you’re an asshole?” you roll your eyes at him, “Come on, Levi, you know what it’s like to just want someone, but not want them, don’t you? You’ve had one night stands before.”

That’s true, Levi knows it, but it’s different. He wasn’t actively seeking advice from his friends about how to pursue and potentially please his one night stands because none of that mattered—well, the pleasing part, probably, but not the pursuit, or the feelings that came with it. Besides, Levi hasn’t felt the desire for any of that in a long time.

“That’s not the same,” he responds, trying to dismiss the muddy feelings crawling up his throat, “Look, if your Jean guy gets horny when you’re hanging out, just make out with him—make him jizz his pants or something.”

“That’s terrible advice,” you frown, “Plus, he’s probably done that with a million other girls.”

“Probably. Sex tends to repeat a few basic actions here and there.”

“For a psychology student, you sure are a terrible makeshift therapist, do you know that?”

“That’s not even the kind of psychology I study, never mind that I never asked to be your therapist.”

Levi takes great amusement in your huffing and the frustrated pout settling into your features, though he does his best to not let his own smile shine through. It’s probably futile; you can probably see through his facade, anyways.

“I just don’t want to bore him, Levi.”

Any trace of his smile vanishes as those words leave your mouth. Levi doesn’t retain much about this Jean guy you keep going on about, and he doesn’t care to in all honesty—but maybe if he did, he could understand why you’re so hellbent on pleasing the kid.

Levi doesn’t like it, not one single bit. His own feelings for you aside, he doesn’t like how Jean has managed to worm his way into your head and make you think that he’s deserving of any kind of affection from you, whether it be platonic, romantic, or sexual. Because he isn’t; Levi might not know him, but he knows that much.

Still, he sympathizes with you. He understands the pressure of navigating dating and hookup culture, especially in a university setting; never mind the additional expectations set on you as a girl. It’s shitty, all of it; the stupid feelings, the sense of uncertainty, the dumb-ass college pricks. You shouldn’t have to deal with any of that.

“You won’t,” is Levi’s simpler response, “Just don’t crush his dick in the process.”

“I wouldn’t do that, fuck you.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve never been the most coordinated person in the world,” he taunts, “If that’s what you came here today to ask me to help you with, it’s fine.”

“Really?—I mean, okay, I know we said that’s okay, and stuff, but I didn’t know if—well I don’t know what’s on the table or not? I do want to do that with you, but I also wanted to know if we could do… more? But I didn’t want to ask for too much and make you uncomfortable! Do we need a lesson-plan of sorts, because I can make—”

“You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Stalling,” Levi tells you, “You know, how when you get all nervous and ramble, then run out of breath or things to say, then get super quiet, and let the conversation die and be awkward again.”

You throw daggers his way with your eyes, and Levi has the audacity to smirk. “Forgive me, it’s not every day I ask my best friend if I can suck his dick for practice.”

“You can,” Levi replies, a little too nonchalant for the situation at hand, “If you want. I don’t mind. As for a lesson plan, that’s weird as shit, so don’t do that.”

“Really? I can?” you question again, an ironic child-like glimmer of joy in your eyes.

Levi chuckles lowly at your enthusiasm—your appreciation is so genuine, he finds it nothing short of adorable. And oddly enough, he’s a little turned on by it, too.

“Yeah,” he nods his head shallowly, “You can.”

You still have that gleam in your eyes, but Levi can feel the hesitation creeping up on you, and offers his guidance before he loses you to a shell of yourself. He shifts over to you just a bit, loosely holding your right wrist in his grip; holding eye-contact, he carefully pulls you up to stand in front of him.

“You can start,” he says, slowly tugging on your wrist, “By getting on your knees and taking off my pants.”

By the time he’s finished speaking, you’re already kneeling in front of him, and the sight is already enough to have Levi semi-hard in his pants; an almost embarrassed flush washing over his body as he comes to terms with the fact that he’s thought about this visual more times than he cares to ever admit.

You fumble with the zipper of his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers to pool around his ankles. Your actions are careful and calculated, but you seem comfortable—maybe not with your skills, but with Levi.

His eyes stay glued on you, when you finally hold his length with a single hand, the other resting hot on his thigh. He leans over again, this time to rest a comforting hand on the back of your neck, eager to wash away any remains of your nervous resolve.

“Start slow,” he instructs, feeling your thumb swipe along the head, “Just move your hand up and down a bit, like—ah, yeah, like that.”

You seem follow his words carefully, focusing on the way his dick jerks in your hand. Levi observes you carefully and mentally notes that while he’d have liked it, not making out with you before this was probably the right call—he’d probably have creamed his jeans before this could have begun.

“You can grip it harder,” he tells you. You listen, applying slightly more pressure to your grasp; and it makes Levi groan, short, but strangled, above you.

“Okay?” you question, the genuine concern in your voice enough to make Levi’s gaze soften.

“Yeah, that’s—you’re doing good,” he says, rubbing his thumb against the nape of your neck habitually, “Twist your hand a little when you go up, you can—fuck, okay, yeah, that, like that.”

You snap your head up to look at him when he lets a moan slip through; nothing but pure enthusiasm and satisfaction dancing in your eyes. Levi grits his teeth when you do it again, your thumb sliding over the tip when you reach the top of his dick, and, Christ, you’ve got to stop looking at him like that.

You work your way into a steady rhythm, letting Levi’s moans guide your movements. You feel him harden to full length under your touch; and when he does, you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist around the length and squeezing just a pinch harder at the tip, without instruction.

He watches through lidded eyes, using his thumb to press lightly into the back of your neck. You move your free hand from his thighs, eager to add it to the mix, but Levi freezes.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head.

It prompts you to stop your actions, tilt your head and look up at him, and Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so sinful. Your complete focus on him, neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling under your lashes; your position makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between.

“What—did I do something wrong?” you ask with wide and innocent eyes that make Levi feel bad for worrying you, yet send an erotic pulse throughout his body.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, fingers treading into the hair at your nape.

He’s setting himself up for failure, and he knows it, too—because, really, who agrees to teach a friend how to suck dick? Having you on your knees in front him, crane into his touch, and keen to all his desires, does nothing to mask the painful fire in the pit of his stomach.

It’s stupid to be this hungry, this possessive over you when he knows you come to him in hopes to learning how to please another man. But one, precious thought is enough to cloud over all of that, enough to put that sadistic smirk back on his face.

“You said you wanted to give me a blowjob, right?” he questions, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the shallow nod of your head, “Okay. Open your mouth for me, yeah?”

He barely pushes the tip past your lips when your head dips forward, tongue peeking out to lick the very top. Levi sucks in sharp air between his teeth, relaxing into the couch when your head bobs further, enclosing the tip of his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse when his hardened cock rests against the velvet wet of your tongue, “That’s it—just keep going, like that.”

He watches intensely as your head bobs onto him. It’s hot and wet and so much more than he’d imagined it would be; and he’s not too shy to admit he’s imagined this with you. He moves his hand to brush away the flyaways of your hair, smoothing them back and tangling his fingers at the back of your head. He carefully guides your movements.

It’s slow and steady, and normally, it’d take him a while to cum like this, but with the visual of having you on your knees for him, Levi can feel a faint warmth of his orgasm already beginning to bubble inside of him.

“This is okay, right?” you pull back, a thin line of spit trailing from your mouth.

“Yes, yes,” he answers immediately, unaware of his tightening grasp on your hair.

With a shy smile, you continue, taking more of him this time and carefully gauging his reactions. You move your head further down, testing your own limits, until you feel like you’re choking. You pull back again, with an embarrassed cough.

“Don’t push yourself,” he says softly, rubbing soothing circles into your neck with his fingers, “Guys can’t actually tell the difference between a regular blowjob and being deep throated, no need to choke yourself.”

“Wait, really?” you ask, resting you bum against your heels.

“You seem so surprised.”

“That’s just so… disappointing,” you crinkle your nose, “Men and porn make deep-throating seem like the end all be all of giving head.”

Levi chuckles in genuine amusement, “Well, it’s not, trust me. If any guy insists on being deep-throated just to cum, he’s a fucking liar. He’s getting off on the submission, not the actual feeling.”

“The submission?”

“Getting someone to be willing to listen to them, telling them what to do, how to please them,” he shrugs, “Makes you feel like you’re in control.”

“And that… that works?”

“Yeah,” Levi says, “But, judging by the tone of your voice, and how willing you were to suck my dick three seconds ago, I’d say the idea of being dominant doesn’t really appeal to you.”

You scrunch your nose again, “Does it appeal to you?”

Levi pauses, thinking over his answer, before giving you a simple, “Yeah. Most of the time.”

“Oh,” you hum, “I… I don’t think I’d like that. I think I’d rather be told what to do, seeing as I don’t really know what I’m doing, anyways.”

“Ironic, considering you’ve never once listened anything I tell you do.”

“I was listening when you told me how to suck your dick,” you correct him, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

Levi pauses with a raised eyebrow. You don’t seem to back down, that matter-of-fact smirk on your face still mocking him. He leans over slowly, using his right hand to guide your head closer to him, and uses his left hand to grab your jaw between his fingers.

“You can be such a fucking brat, you know that,” he all but whispers, pursing your lips together in his hold, “Since you like listening to me so much, then shut up, and we can finish what you started.”

You blink, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression. He’s right that under any other circumstance you’d probably run your mouth off about him telling you what to do. But something about the way he knows what he wants and tells how he wants it makes you listen without an argument.

You nod, slowly wrapping your lips around the tip again, and bobbing along his length. Levi’s breath hitches when you hollow your cheeks slightly, a rough hand pressing down on the back of your neck.

“You’re really—god, okay, you’re good at this, you know,” Levi praises you, letting his right hand resume its position at the back of your neck.

If you had any doubts before about being submissive, the look on Levi’s face seemed to have wiped them away. Watching him throw his head back, his fingers gripping at your nape, his cock in your mouth—pleasing him seemed to be enough to please you, too.

“I wanna make you cum, Levi,” you voice your thoughts, letting a hand lazily jerk him off in the mean time, “Tell me what I have to do to make you cum.”

“If you keep going, I’ll cum,” he answers too quickly, a groan slipping through his words, “Trust me.”

“Come on, Levi,” you push, rolling your thumb over the slit of his dick. It makes him inhale sharply; you’re getting a little too good at that; at all of this. “Can—I mean, do you wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Shit, shit. Don’t say shit like that,” he curses, blunt nails raking and scraping at your scalp, “You don’t have to—I can just—”

“I want you to,” you tell him earnestly, “Please?”

Fuck, he was pretty fucking certain he’d told you to stop saying shit like that. Levi bites the inside of his cheek, paces himself; uses both of his hands to hold your head gently, while you use yours to wrap around his cock.

He grunts with a shake, and rolls his hips up, pushing himself further into your mouth, but not so much as to hurt you. It’s soon after that hot strophes of cum wet your tongue, and Levi lets you lazily jerk him off until you’ve milked his orgasm.

The room is silent save for his low moans and the squeaking of his thighs against the leather couch. When he’s finished, he slouches back, looking at you through hooded eyes, sweaty and panting, when you close your mouth and swallow.

You use your fingers to collect any remaining cum from his softening cock, and hum contented as you put your fingers in your mouth. Levi locks eyes with you again, cheeks flushed as you pull your digits out of your mouth, and he has to grip at his own thigh to gain the self-control to not get hard again.

You’re going to be the fucking death of him some day.

He shakes his head when you move backwards with a cute smile and pulls his boxers up, then his pants as best his can, not bothering to zip them up. When he’s done, you stand to your feet then straddle him on the couch, laughing lowly at his post-orgasm haze.

He doesn’t think twice about the way your hands clasp at the back of his neck, or the way his find their way to rest on your hips. You grab ahold of his jaw with both hands, holding his face in place. He thinks you’re going to lean in, but you don’t; just stay like that, your eyes roaming his glassy eyes.

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me all day?” he questions, lips pulled into a knowing grin.

“Can I?” your question makes him frown in confusion, “Dunno, I heard some guys don’t like that after getting head.”

“Bunch a fuckin pussies,” he grumbles, leaning forward to close the gap between your mouths. He can feel you smile into it, and mimics your grin when you begin to press short, repeated kisses against his lips.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

He laughs when you continue to press quick kisses on his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You kiss him on the cheek, wet and dramatic. “Love you, Levi.”

Your face is right in front of his, but he averts his gaze, a different kind go warmth spreading throughout his chest when you flash a smile at him. He lets you kiss him again, longer this time, but still slow and sweet. He likes the feeling of you resting against him, affection lingering on your tongue when you kiss him.

It’s dangerous, but he likes the way you spark a fire in him. Sweet or sinful, it makes him feel boneless, wanted, loved.

Levi leans forward, rubbing his hands up your sides, and captures your lips in another languid kiss before pulling away to peck the corner of your mouth. “Love you, too.”

And he means it of course, but if Levi thought he had it bad before, he’s in deep shit now.

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adoringmha · 3 years

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YOU JOKINGLY ASK IF THEY’RE USING YOU FOR YOUR BODY

characters: bakugo + denki + todoroki + (gn!reader)

summary/request: how the boys would react to you jokingly asking them if they’re using you for your body.

warnings: suggestive things + language cause bakugo–

notes: i accidentally deleted the request sjkgfh but i was actually thinking of doing this so thank u for requesting, anon! <3 this is from my other blog !! also everyone is 18+ !!

bakugo:

you’d do this after he already blew your back out <3

he’d be trying to cool off, literally panting as he lied down next to you on the bed

then when he turns to you and rests his head on your chest, ready for you to play with his hair, you’d indulge him for a bit and wait till he was basically almost passed out to mess with him

his reactions were always hilarious to you so you couldn’t not do this

when his eyes finally shut, your hands slowed down in his hair and he could feel your heartbeat pick up right before you spoke up

“hey katuski?”

he grunted in response and you tried to act as innocent as possible

“are you using me for my body?”

...

the silence was deafening–

you could feel his lashes against your chest as he blinked a few times and you could almost see the gears turning in head as he processed what you said.

“...huh?!” he slowly got up to glare at you questioningly, “what the fuck are you talking about dumbass?!”

you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you, “no– that is the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard!” he went off on a rant and you couldn’t really do much but listen. “yeah you’ve got a hot body, but that’s not the only reason i’m with you! you know that!”

he sighed and ran a hand through your hair to calm himself down before biting his lip frustratedly, and placing a hand on your cheek which you quickly nuzzled into. he leaned in close and looked deep into your eyes. “you’re fucking with me right? you have to be.”

you finally broke and smiled up at him, nodding. “yeah...sorry i just––”

you yelped as he crashed his lips against yours and pulled you on top of him as he lied back down. you pulled away with wide eyes to catch your breath, but before you could say anything else, you felt his hand come down on your ass with a little extra sting from his quirk and you gasped as he smirked lazily at you. “that’s for the shitty prank.” he pulled you down to lie down comfortably on top of him. “now stay here and sleep if you want me to forgive you.”

not like you could argue though, he was already half asleep and his arms were locked around you tight seconds after he finished his sentence.

denki:

please this boy would be so confused

you just love messing with him, he’s like a little puppy it’s adorable

you’d be in his lap, your hands running through his hair while he quite literally purrs into your neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he grinds up into you

you’d call his name and he’d hum, his lips still attached to your skin

“you’re not...using me for my body are you?”

he’d immediately go “huh?––”

and pull away from your neck slowly with a really loud suck skfgjh

he was pouting like a confused puppy as he looked up at you, hands running up and down your thighs mindlessly. “baby what do you mean?”

you looked into his eyes and pretended to be sad, ��just kinda feels like you are...”

this only seemed to confuse him further and the more you looked at him, the sooner you realized, he wasn’t confused about why you were asking him that, but about what it meant. you bit your lip to stop your laugh from tumbling out.

he was looking at you, mouth open, not a thought behind his eyes. “i don’t...know what you’re saying.”

you locked your hands behind his neck and sighed. “you know...like you’re using me...for sex.”

he paused and his eyes widened, “what––baby no!” his hands fell limp on your thighs as he looked up at you alarmed. “i love you for you bunny, you know that. love everything about you, your smile, your laugh, your pretty eyes––”

he went off on a tangent and your smile widened with every word. eventually you cut him off by pressing your lips against his and he hummed happily and pulled you closer by your waist.

when you pulled away and licked your lips, he looked up at you with a dopey smile. “was that a good answer?”

you laughed and nodded, “you passed with flying colors.”

todoroki:

you’d say this while you were both eating your snacks after a long training session (and unprompted makeout session)

mina had convinced you to ask him to see what he says and tbh you were kinda curious to what he’d say too

he’d be minding his business, eating his soba happily, his free hand occasionally coming down to rest on your thigh

and you’d ask randomly, prompting the silence to fill with more silence,,

well other than the slurp of his soba

“shouto...are you using me for my body?”

...

you felt a bit of heat under his palm on your thigh as his hand froze in mid air, the rest of his soba slowly slurping into his mouth at the slowest pace ever

he put his chopsticks down and turned to look at you with furrowed, confused brows. “what?”

you shrugged, “i was just wondering if you––”

“yeah, i heard you.” he interrupted gently, “but...why would you think that? have i...have i made you feel like i don’t truly care about you?” he looked down, visibly thinking back to how he’s acted throughout your relationship, a concentrated look on his face.

after a few seconds of silence, you were about to call off the joke when his head shot up and he spoke up again. “is this because of last week?”

this time you paused, not knowing what he was referring to. “last week?”

he nodded, “when we...you know, for a lot longer than usual...i’m sorry i was just really pent up that day, but you said you were okay with it so i––”

you felt your face heat up at what he was referring to and laughed awkwardly, “no, no––i was okay with it...more than okay.” you placed your hand on his and shook your head. “i’m sorry baby it was just a joke i don’t actually think you’re using me.”

he tilted his head, “a joke?”

you nodded and gave him a small smile, “yeah, mina convinced me to. i know you care about me shouto, don’t worry.”

he let out a breath of relief, “oh. okay, good.”

you kissed him on the cheek and he smiled, subtly leaning into your touch. “well if that’s the case...” you looked at him curiously and he blushed. “then i was wondering if we could do what we did last week again?––”

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mviswidow · 3 years

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wanda’s ride

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! porn w plot, thigh riding, a whole lot of teasing, bottom! wanda

Prompt: I was thinking maybe you could do something where wanda is flirting with natasha and other team members and fem! reader gets jealous and decides to... you know "punish" her

Summary: Wanda tries provoking R to get her to fuck her, but it lands her in trouble. A/N: there’s a bit of Sharon slander but pls forgive me, i love her. this is also kind of slow paced, but i wouldn’t say it’s slow paced in a bad way?

Your eyes settled on Wanda talking to flirting with Natasha for probably the hundredth time that night. You knew she was doing it to get a rise out of you, especially since she kept looking at you while she was doing it, leaning closer to Nat as she laughed at whatever she said, putting her hand on her arm to hold herself up.

A few minutes later Wanda came and sat beside you where you were listening to and occasionally participating in the discussion Bucky was having with Maria about weapons or something. To be fair, you were only half paying attention because of how distracting Wanda was being.

Your thighs were pressed against hers in the lounge chair so you could both fit, and your arm ended up around her shoulder. You placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, enjoying the skin you got to see in her off-the-shoulder dress, “Behave yourself,” You warned, placing another kiss at her sweet spot before biting the skin there softly.

Wanda took your hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her own and placed it on her thighs, her hand over yours.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Always so horny, aren’t we, darling?” You said in a low voice, not wanting Bucky or Maria to hear, even though they weren’t paying attention to the two of you anyway, too caught up in their conversation.

Wanda said nothing, but just nodded as you squeezed her thigh and smirked at her flushed face. She’d begged you to just tell Tony that one of you was feeling sick so you didn’t have to go to the party and you could fuck her into the next day. Her goal was to provoke you enough to get you to leave and take her with you and you knew it, but you had much more self control than she did.

You moved your thumb back and forth on the inside of her thigh for a few minutes, listening to Bucky and Maria, sometimes jumping in on the conversation, and other times nudging Wanda for her to say something.

She wasn’t listening so most of the time she just agreed with whatever she’d heard last. She was trying to think of something that would push you over the edge and get you to drag her out of the room.

Eventually, Steve came over to talk to Bucky and Tony had called you over, so the two of you had separated again.

Wanda was growing frustrated because no matter what she did, you would just smirk at her or stare stone faced. She was really horny after working herself up, thinking of all the ways you would ruin her. There was probably an hour left of the party when she got an idea, hoping that it would work.

Finally, your expression changed when she walked over to Sharon, starting up a conversation. She knew how you weren’t particularly fond of her. You didn’t hate her, but you hated the way she would look at Wanda sometimes when she happened to be in the training room while the two of you were training. And you despised the way her eyes flicked to Wanda’s cleavage when she got closer to her. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw Wanda put her hands on Sharon’s waist, and Sharon looked like she was thanking Wanda, so you assumed your girlfriend had complimented her, but you were having none of it when you were worried Sharon would put her hands on Wanda.

“For fucks sake,” You muttered, excusing yourself from Tony and Natasha, which made them laugh when they saw what Wanda was doing to get you riled up, before going over to where she was standing with Sharon beside the bar, your heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda backed up when she heard you getting closer, and when you put an arm around her waist before kissing her temple, she smiled at you, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response before turning to Sharon, greeting her quickly to get the niceties out of the way, nodding at her half smile. “Do you still not feel well, my love? I finally convinced Tony to let us back to our room now that things have died down.”

You almost smirked at the excited look in Wanda’s eyes, but you just moved your arm further down her waist, letting it rest right above her ass while you both said goodbye to Sharon and made your way to the elevator.

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and walked inside, clicking the button to your floor.

Neither of you spoke and the tension was thick, but you just stood there leaning against the wall, playing with the rings on Wanda’s fingers, thinking of all the things you could do to her, knowing she was reading your mind.

Her breathing had become irregular and her face was red, her lips slightly parted, and you noticed her thighs pressed together when you thought of ramming into her with her favorite strap-on.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You smiled and let Wanda leave first, opting to slap her on the ass playfully, which made her giggle, as you made your way into the kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite of it as you watched Wanda shift uncomfortably on the barstool.

“What are you doing?” You asked after you swallowed your first bite.

A look of confusion played on her features and she tilted her head, “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Go get changed for bed, just panties and a t-shirt. When you’re done I want you to come back in here and have a snack. Once you’ve done that you can come back to our room,” You instructed and watched Wanda get up and walk to your room as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking out into a run, which made you chuckle.

On your way to the room you shared with Wanda, she was passing you in the hallway, and you gave her a little smile. She looked so soft, her makeup had been wiped away and her wavy hair was resting over her shoulders, the hem of her shirt just covering her bottom.

You almost stopped her, wanting to kiss her, but you refrained from distracting yourself and her, knowing that she would try to eat quickly and you didn’t want her to make herself sick or anything.

Once in your room, you changed out of your clothes from the party and put on underwear, a pair of sleep shorts, and a tank top that you often wore to bed. You wiped away your makeup and fixed your hair so it would stay out of your face before picking up the book you’d been reading from your nightstand and going from where you were.

After a few short minutes, you heard the door open, but you didn’t look up until you’d reached the bottom of the page you were on, noticing that Wanda was still standing at the door, looking unsure of what to do.

“Do you need something?” You asked innocently with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just thought we were - you know, that you would-”

“Spit it out, baby,” You interrupted.

She looked flustered and you had half the mind to laugh at her, “I thought you were going to punish me.”

You nodded and looked back to your book, “I will.”

She chuckled and finally closed the door, walking up to the bed and sitting on her knees in front of you, clearly wanting your attention. “Are you just going to make me wait?”

“I’ll leave you untouched for a week if you’re going to be a brat about it,” You challenged, looking up at her.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized immediately, panic in her eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled, pleased at her response, and leaned up to kiss her. She tried to work you up, doing the little things she knew you loved, and you teased her back just as much, biting her bottom lip, brushing your tongue with hers. You squeezed her lower lip between your lips as you pulled away from her, making her smile.

“So are we-”

“If you want to get off right now, the only way you’ll be doing it is on my thigh,” You deadpanned, looking back down at your book and moving your thigh closer to her.

“What, while you just sit there and read?” She scoffed.

You sighed, feigning annoyance, “Would you rather I get the strap out and make you cockwarm until I finish my book? I have around 100 pages left, you’d be there for quite a while, my love, just dripping onto my lap.”

Wanda shook her head, as much as she loved cockwarming for you, “I need to cum, babe, please. If I ride your thigh will you let me?”

“Probably,” You shrugged. “Take your panties off before you get on,” You said, tapping your thigh before you flipped the page of your book. You were only half paying attention, it was really hard to read while your girlfriend was ready to beg you to fuck her, but you knew how much she absolutely hated the lack of attention you were giving her, so you considered it worth it.

You felt her weight leave the bed for a second, and she hurried to get her panties off before getting back on and carefully straddling your thigh that had been waiting for her and placing one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on the bed next to your leg.

You bit the inside of your lip when you felt the wetness from her cunt on your skin, she was dripping and you were itching to comment on it, but stayed silent until you heard her sigh, relieved that she could finally get what she needed, whether you planned on helping her or not, “Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited yet, princess, I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You opted to ignore her attitude, “By the end of the night, your ass is going to be nine different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled tonight. We’re only getting started with this.” You said, and you couldn’t resist looking at her, an exasperated look on her face.

“You’re cruel,” She whined.

You hummed in agreement and slapped her ass with your hand, which made her hips jerk forwards, “Move.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness on you. You felt her fingernails dig into your shoulder blade and it wasn’t long before soft sighs were escaping her mouth, “What, does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” She nodded, closing her eyes, and finally moaned. Quietly, yes, but it was your favorite thing to hear, so you didn’t care.

“Good,” You smiled and flipped your book onto yourself before taking the hand that was on your shoulder and removing the rings on her fingers off, seeing that she’d forgotten to do that in the haste of getting herself ready for you, which made you chuckle. You reached over and dropped them on the nightstand, hearing them clink together as they landed on the wood. “Now, hands off, princess, behind your back or on your thighs, your pick.”

She nodded, too turned on to protest, and put her hands behind her back, never stopping the movement of her hips. That didn’t last long though, and she only kept her hands behind her back before they fell to her thighs, gripping the bottom of her shirt and bunching it up, which gave you the most beautiful view of her clit bumping against your skin.

You noticed her pace had quickened, and you put a hand on her waist, “Slower.” You flipped your book back up to read, but you weren’t paying very much attention, it was merely for theatrics.

You kept one hand at her waist, since she was having trouble keeping the rocking of her hips slow, this was her punishment, you couldn’t make it too easy for her. You almost felt bad for her with how incredibly slow you had her going. Almost. Both of you knew she wasn’t going to cum like this, but you’d give her what she wanted eventually. The only sounds in the room were her whines and quiet grunts, and her head was down, chin almost touching her chest.

After a minute of her grinding slowly, you let her move her hips faster, you didn’t want to tire her out too quickly. Once she was going at a steady momentum, you removed your hand from her waist and smiled when she kept going at the same speed, “Look at that, who knew my best girl could be so independent?”

Wanda’s head lifted so she could glare at you, but you just smiled at her proudly and went back to your book, but you jerked your leg up while she was rocking forward, making her moan from the pressure on her clit.

“You can go faster now,” you mumbled, turning the page of your book, smiling when you got to the exact page you’d been waiting to find.

She moaned and complied, her pussy practically begging for release. You smirked as you felt her juices dribble down your thigh, “Look at that, Wands, you’re making such a mess.”

You put your finger in between the pages and shut your book, using your other hand to wipe upwards, collecting her wetness on your fingers and bringing it to your mouth, moaning when you tasted her on your tongue. God, you couldn’t wait to devour her later. Wanda whimpered at the sound of your moan and her hips started to move a little faster, and you let her.

“Hey, baby?” You hummed, wanting her attention on you.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at you, hoping that you would finally tell her you would take care of her, or that she’d been so good for you and now she could finally have what she wanted, but you said none of that. You simply turned your book towards her, pointing at a paragraph at the top of one of the pages, “Can you read this page out loud for me?”

Wanda grunted, tired, horny, annoyed, and frustrated, but took the book in her hands, moaning when she read the first two sentences in her head. You were making her read a lesbian fucking sex scene and she had never hated or loved you more.

You smirked at her as she tried to read coherently, but she was almost done, “Kate’s tongue licked a stripe up - fuck- up Alice’s center and flicked her tongue against her clit.” Wanda let out a whine and her pleading eyes met yours.

“Give me two more sentences, darling. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my thigh when you’re done, I promise,” You nodded, urging her on.

Her shaky voice continued, and you could tell she was struggling to focus, “God, Alice pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but as soon as she did, Kate pulled back, bit at her thigh. ‘Let me see,’ she- she murmured. fuck- ‘Please.’” She moaned once more and you took the book from her, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Fucking, finally,” Wanda groaned, as you sat up straighter.

Her hands surged forward and she pulled you towards her, not being able to stop herself from kissing you feverishly. You kissed her back, but not for long. You turned her head with your hand a little and started kissing down her jaw to reach her neck before starting to suck at her neck with the intention of marking her.

“Babe, fuck, don’t do that, they’ll see tomorrow,” Wanda moaned, but it didn’t seem like she cared that much, because she brought a hand up to grip your hair and her hips were moving faster.

“Good, I want them to. Maybe that bitch will learn to stay away from you then, hm? Or did you forget what got you into this? You don’t exactly have the grounds to tell me what to do right now, my love,” You smirked and nipped at the skin besides the hickey you just made.

Wanda’s hips jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightened, almost painfully, “Please,” She whimpered.

Your thigh was coated in her juices and the slickness was making it harder for her to get any friction on her clit.

“Do you want some help, princess? Is that it?” You teased, already starting to suck a new hickey above her collarbone.

She whined, “Yes, please.”

“Say it, I want to hear you say it,” You mumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Let me get off on your thigh while you play with my clit, god- please,” Wanda’s head dropped to your shoulder, but her action was short lived, because you detached your mouth from her neck, tilted her face up, and brought your thumb up to her mouth.

She parted her lips and sucked in your thumb, swirling her tongue around it and getting it wet with her spit, not that it would need to be already wet once it got down there.

You kissed her shoulder and tapped the side of her face with your other fingers, signaling for her to open her mouth.

You brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing slow circles, and she reacted immediately, moaning loudly and whining something in Sokovian.

You increased your pace and her hips sped up, knowing that she was close because she only started speaking in Sokovian in bed when she was going to come. She was moving almost erratically, and all she could do was babble in her mother tongue and moan at your ministrations.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to see what I would do when I got mad, yes? You wanted me to make a mess of you? I think I’ve done just that, darling, I’ve reduced you to just moans and babbles.”

She nodded frantically and bucked her hips on your thigh. You kissed her and swallowed some of her moans, and at this point you were probably dripping onto the bed, too.

“‘M close, please,” She begged, needing release after being teased relentlessly.

“Take your shirt off,” You instructed, and she did immediately.

You took a nipple in your mouth, switching between biting it gently and swirling your tongue around it, and you used the hand that you weren’t using to rub at Wanda’s clit to tease the other nipple in your hand, making her back arch, almost dramatically.

She cursed in Sokovian and groaned, her movements jerky and you could tell how tired she was, “Please, ‘m gonna cum, babe, please-”

You lifted your head up from her nipple, but continued gently pulling at the other in between your fingers. Your noses brushed together as you kissed her again, before pulling back, “Go on, come for me, show me that you can follow instructions so this doesn’t have to happen again.”

Wanda moaned and her back arched, your thumb continuing to work at her clit until the tenseness in her body snapped and she let out a strangled cry as she came on your thigh.

You were quick to leave her nipple and put your arm behind her, supporting her weight as her hips slowed, and you kept working at her clit slowly until her hips stopped completely and her body was relaxed.

She was panting heavily and her head had rested on your shoulder. You chuckled airily and kissed the side of her face, “You did so well, pretty girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda smiled at your praises and mumbled out a ‘thank you’.

You knew you had to give her a break before going at it again, so you let her slump against you as your fingers danced along her spine and you continue to whisper praises in her ear.

Once she’d calmed down she pushed herself off of you and tried to settle into bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a single eyebrow raised.

“I’m sleepy,” She said simply and looked up at you.

You tutted and shook your head, “Oh, no, baby. I was serious, I’m not done with you. Your ass is going to be real tender tomorrow morning.”

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