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ambrosiagourmet · 3 months

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I love Izutsumi. She's got a great design, she's a fun addition to the main party, she adds some new tension, and she's honestly one of the reasons I read dungeon meshi in the first place. I mean, "the most cat to ever girl" is an extremely appealing hook to anyone who loves cats and girls (me, I love cats and girls).

However, while I have always liked Izutsumi, I finished the story kind of feeling like I didn't really get her. I felt like I had a decent grasp on her character an character arc (she's a traumatized teen given space to feel safe and open up, and because of that she realizes that she can't grow without letting go of the coping mechanisms she once needed). But I didn't feel like I really understood her role in the story as a whole.

She follows the group of her own accord, after a coincidental meeting and a misunderstanding of what they can do for her. She's never super invested in saving Falin, at least not compared to the rest of the group. Though they do help her escape Maizuru's shackles, and are clearly good for her in general, she doesn't really have a healing Moment with the group the way that Senshi does with the hippogriff soup.

And yet, she gets an entire chapter, the third-to-last chapter, dedicated to exploring her growth and future. She's the one who frames much of the falling action, who lets us check in with everyone. She's the one who helps talk Laios into accepting his role as king. She may join the story part way through, but she is there for most of it. So Izutsumi! What's your deal!?

Well, I think I've come up with an answer, at least for myself, that I really like. Two of them, even! Though they both really work together to form the overall point - Izutsumi is the character that most helps the story face towards the future. Here's why I think that.

So the first of these "ah-ha" moments was when I realized that Izutsumi really is the best supporting evidence for Laios' point about the good things that wouldn't have happened if Falin hadn't died.

If Falin hadn't been eaten by the dragon, Izutsumi probably would still be a slave. It was because of Shuro and Laios' parties both being in the dungeon to rescue Falin, as well as Marcille's use of ancient magic in the resurrection, that she got the chance to escape. None of that would have been the case if Falin hadn't died. Shuro wouldn't have separated from the group and joined up with his retainers, Marcille wouldn't have revealed her knowledge of ancient magic, and Izutsumi never would have even met any of them. They are only part of her life because of Falin's death.

Though this isn't explicitly pointed out by Laios or Izutsumi in the scene, I do think you can very much feel the presence of it. For one, when Marcille reflects on the journey and how much it made her realize she didn't want to lose everyone, her relationship with Izutsumi is prominent:

It's the main original group at the top and center, but when you read it right to left, it’s Izutsumi and Marcille who might catch your eye first. And it's specifically Marcille and Izutsumi's relationship on display here, not just Izutsumi's presence in the group in general.

Also, after Laios' statement about how none of their adventure would have happened without Falin dying, it is Izutsumi who gets the final word:

Izutsumi is also the one here who is the most forward-facing. Chilchuck is trying to correct Laios, Senshi is focused on the immediate future, and Izutsumi is talking about her new goal.

And I want to talk about that goal in general as well, because it’s also interesting how it comes up. In that moment, everyone is trying to remind Marcille of her less destructive desires - to eat food, to share it with them, and to meet Chilchuck's family. All of which are previously established, existing desires. When prompted by Chilchuck to join in, however, Izutsumi offers something new:

That's interesting, isn't it? It's kind of funny, of course, to see her rambling on about a completely new thing, her own personal motive, in the middle of everyone working together to reach out to Marcille. Izutsumi doesn't even know who Yaad is! But at the same time, it’s kind of meaningful. Amidst the focus on desires that everyone already had, she adds a completely new one to the mix. It’s even the final bridge that lets Laios reach Marcille.

It is, in fact, even an idea that comes back later to help out another lord of the dungeon. The idea of finding new goals and feeling new desires... this is exactly how Kabru reaches out to Mithrun, after the Winged Lion is gone

So yeah, Izutsumi's presence here, both in what she's actively choosing to say as well as what she represents of the consequences of Falin's death, supports the story's ideas of moving forward. Of accepting the past, and finding new reasons to live.

Which is all really good, and that alone works pretty well as an answer to what Izutsumi's role in the story is.

But oh, oh. There's more. Something I realized after having thought of all this, because I still couldn't let go of the feeling that there was still something I was missing.

And as I reviewed the things I loved about Izutsumi - her sometimes unhealthy ways of coping with trauma, her struggles with isolation, her skill with fighting, her selfishness contrasted with the ways she grows to care for and protect the group, her perpetually guarded nature, born from the seeming impossibility of ever fitting in or finding a safe place to just be herself - I realized something.

Izutsumi...

is a foil to Falin.

Where Falin copes with isolation and trauma by being eternally caring and struggling to say no to people, Izutsumi copes by constantly saying no to everything she can. Falin is often considered selfless, but does have selfish desires that she can’t easily express until a moment of crisis. Izutsumi is delightfully selfish, but chooses to stick by her friends when they need her. They are both transformed, against their will, into partly monstrous hybrids, and they both will have to live with that - there is no undoing what has been done to them.

Falin anchors the group in the past. Izutsumi pulls them towards the future. Neither would find freedom without the other - it is Falin's death that leads to Izutsumi joining the party, and likewise, it is Izutsumi who inspires the realization of how they can save Falin.

And Falin is her future, as much as Izutsumi is Falin's. Both learn to be a little more like each other, even though they never meet. Falin gets a little more selfish. Izutsumi gets a little more willing to bend.

In this context, I feel like I have finally started to understand just how important Izutsumi is to the story. She is a proof that they cannot just go back, and she is a clawed, happy-to-scratch-anyone-who-pisses-her-off reminder, at that. In any conversation about what the group wishes would have happened with Falin, she cannot be ignored or brushed aside.

She is a reminder that, even in the midst of a tragedy so big it feels like a shadow you will never escape, you have yet to met all the people you will love. Hell, some of those people might even be catgirls. We should all be so lucky.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #izutsumi #dunmeshi analysis #dungeon meshi spoilers

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jinwoosungs · 2 months

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sparkle.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ my feelings for you sparkle in my thoughts | i can't be honest with myself yet | even though i have realized the truth | my body is throbbing with the words i can't get out... }

jinwoo sung has always been in love with you-

and he's come to realize that as being a fact that would never change.

you may not know it, but he fell for you during a time where he first decided to become a hunter, being labeled as the weakest in the entire world and you had healed him from a grave wound with your immense healing power.

jinwoo recalls that moment as if it had happened yesterday... where he had first started out as a hunter, becoming so gravely injured that not even joohee could heal him, forcing the young woman to call for help. it was just so painful, losing so much blood while laying on the cold, stone floor of the dungeon.

his life was felt slipping away from him, and all jinwoo could feel was an immense regret at leaving his loved ones behind.

mom, sis... i'm so sorry, but i can't...

as he was close to losing all hope, he felt a warm embrace encircling him. his gasps for air were all that echoed throughout the dungeon, and that was the moment his silvery eyes met with your tranquil expression.

blood was felt bubbling in his throat, but the moment your hand touched at his chest, he felt all of his pain disappear. bathed in a gentle, golden glow, jinwoo suddenly felt the blood receding back into him along with the dissipating pain. your features were twisted in a look of concentration, never removing your hand from his chest until all of his wounds disappeared.

the newbie hunter could feel a blush dye his cheeks red, suddenly feeling alive once more when he sits back up. he looks at his hands, and touches at his chest, no longer feeling pain nor tasting the coppery bitterness of his blood within his mouth.

"h-how did you... that was..."

but all you did was give him a gentle smile before placing a finger upon your lips. "sssh, it's a secret."

he hears joohee's panicked voice, which was what prompted you to stand before disappearing from the dungeon. his throat felt dry, unable to answer joohee and the backup she had called, because all he could think about was you.

jinwoo wouldn't get to see you again until much later... after he became a bit stronger thanks to the system.

his thoughts were consumed with meeting you again; with becoming stronger for your sake as he hoped to protect you in return for you saving his life. he grew stronger, and more confident as he lost the prior meekness he once had when he first started out as a hunter.

so when he saw you again, entering a cafe while ordering your favorite drink, he knew he had to take this chance.

without even thinking about it, he pays for your coffee and pastries, quite literally forcing himself into your plans while hiding his anxiety behind a confident smile. you end up smiling at him, thanking him for paying while allowing him to join you. it was during your first conversation together that he learned of your work as an a-rank healer, where you were often called as backup if many dire injuries had occurred.

( jinwoo had to fight back the urge to ask if you remembered him. )

and after that first meeting and interaction... like a butterfly effect, it all just seemed to... fall perfectly in place.

jinwoo made sure to be a constant presence in your life. often going out with you on your days off ( with him making an effort not to explore the dungeons by himself during those times ). it was truly like all those romance movies and novels have said-

"when you fall in love, all you want to do is surround yourself with them."

because that was what jinwoo was doing at this very minute.

with you feeling lazy, you invited jinwoo over to hang out with you. you were currently settled on the couch, flipping through the pages of your novel with him sitting on the armchair settled across from you. as he was pretending to read, he kept sneaking glances at you.

his heart softens upon admiring you, seeing the sunlight shining through your hair, further accentuating your soft beauty. jinwoo could feel his heart beating rapidly from within his chest, and each time he opened his mouth to try and say something, no words would come out.

mentally berating himself, jinwoo lets out a sigh, unable to take this... distance between you and him any longer. even if he was unable to say anything, maybe he could do something to act on these festering emotions that was felt brewing within his heart.

settling off his own book to the side, jinwoo stands from his seat, purposely towering over you, casting shadows over you. you see him in your periphery and smile, "hey jinwoo-"

you gasp suddenly, watching as he flops down on the couch, resting his head against your lap. he listens to you, paying close attention to the way your sweet voice calls out his name with a bit of a tremor.

"sorry... just... give me this moment to relax with you." it was a struggle for jinwoo to try and keep his voice even, practically relishing within your warmth while breathing in the faint scent of your perfume and shampoo.

he doesn't dare open his eyes, for fear of blushing immensely once he sees you peering down at him. there was a silence permeating at the air when jinwoo feels you shifting in your seat. listening as your voice begins to hum, he shivers upon feeling your hands delve into his hair.

the hunter swore he could feel a purr vibrating with his throat, basking in the way your fingertips massaged at his scalp. he felt so relaxed... so calm and peaceful while laying beneath you-

yet all feelings of tranquility was lost the moment he feels your soft lips touching with his. within mere milliseconds, his eyes were open wide, only to see how your eyes were closed as you kissed him deeply. letting out a moan of your name, jinwoo happily accepts your kiss, pulling you toward him when he wraps an arm around your neck, bringing you oh so closer to him.

your lips continue to perfectly slot against his, making the shadow monarch shiver in response. pleasure was felt coursing through him, and he found himself thinking that if he died right now-

then he'd die happy.

you end up pulling away from jinwoo first, embarrassment painting your pretty features when you slowly admit to him.

"jin, i lo-"

but he interrupts your confession with a growl, meeting your lips once more in a hungry kiss.

jinwoo would be damned if you were the one to confess to him, so he supposes that he just needs to keep kissing you to help you forget-

so that he can tell you first.

{ maybe i was nonchalant, but you’re the only one my eyes were chasing | when i think about it, i might have already fallen for you | how far away did i hide my true self the day i decided to meet you? | when i think how much being hated scared me, i was in love }

a.n. - in celebration of my new URL change !! help, i have joined the jinwoo harem, that man has a chokehold on me bc wow... aleks le is perfect as jinwoo 😭🙏🏻

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung fluff #solo leveling x reader #jinwoo sung headcanons #jinwoo sung x you #sung jinwoo x you #.stories

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lynn-w3st · 3 months

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hii! can I request something with Syzoth? (if you write stuff with him in it of course)

can be headcanons or anything you prefer

[idea: maybe something with jealous Syzoth? That is jealous about reader that is not even theirs in the first place? Like they are friends but he wants it to be something more and is just jealoussssss and how he deals with it etc.]

have a nice day, if you don't feel like it - you can turn down this request I won't be mad don't worry :)

MK1: Jealousy At Its Finest

Pairing: Syzoth x Fem Reader

Note: This took me a bit of time to plan. I tried my best so I hope you guys enjoy read it. Also, I started writing down a bit of Babysitting 101.

Warning: Slight Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Johnny being Johnny, Szyoth is Pookie 🥺. Hope you guys enjoy 😊.

Syzoth first met you when you accompanied Kenshi, Kung Lao and Johnny to go confront Shang Tsung but ended up imprisoned in his dungeon. But when all hope was lost, he came and saved not your life but your friends as well.

From that day forward on, Syzoth had became very close to you and formed a deep bond and attachment to you. He became a bit protective since you showed him kindness and gave him a second chance . He vows to always be there for you just like how you were always there for him.

Syzoth knew at that moment he had fallen in love with you. Your kindness and compassion made him feel special and loved by you. He often ask Ashrah on how to court you properly.

Every time you would pass by or simply waved a hello at him, Syzoth would feel his heart race at the sight of your lovingly and gentle smile. He badly wants to express his feelings to you.

But a part of him feels like why should you love a freak and monster like him. He lost his wife and kid to Shang Tsung. What if he loses you the same way . Is he destined to be alone?

Whenever Syzoth isn’t busy with missions, he often times seeks you out and often stays by your side the whole day, watching you work.

Being a medical doctor can be very stressful as you have to deal with a lot of injured monks and combatants. But you really appreciate it when Syzoth assists even if he doesn’t know much about Earthrealmers culture or anatomy.

As a Zatteran, he tries his best to court you by showing off his skills and ability but no matter how much he tries to gain your attention Kung Lao or Johnny steals you away . He gets very jealous on how Johnny or Kung Lao flirts with you or how close you are with the both of them.

“Hey (Y,N)! You should totally be in my next movie. Could use a beauty like you.” Johnny said as you chuckled and gave him a smile as you were hanging up the wet blankets up in the rack while Syzoth was helping you fold them.

“Thanks for the offer Cage but I’m good. I have other things to worry about besides fame.” You said as you smiled as you pick up the basket.

Syzoth gave an intense glare at Johnny and wrap his tail around your waist in which you didn’t mind thinking it was a friendly gesture.

“Oh come on!! You would be a very big hit in Hollywood. Imagine the fame!” He said as you just chuckled but before he you could do say anything else Syzoth stood close behind you and gave the actor a very judgmental looked.

Syzoth doesn’t get jealous often but he can be very clingy of you at times and this was one of them. He didn’t like the way Johnny place his hand on your shoulder but felt relieved when you brush it off and gave the actor a smile.

“Thanks for the offer Cage!” You called out as you and Syzoth left the courtyard and headed towards your estate to prepare some dinner.

Syzoth enjoys spending every moment with you as he is hardly stays away from you as he often helps you with daily tasks and activities. He would have a lovesick smile planted on his face whenever you would hug him. You always thought he was very attentive because how he would accompany you and assist you. Totally not because this how Zatteran court their mate.

Syzoth wants nothing more than to express his romantic feelings for you as he sees this as a second chance for him to have. He wants to marry you and start a family of his own again.

You mean the whole world to him and he would anything just for you even if he has to wait for you at the end of the realms and protect you.

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Syzoth watch in envy the way you laugh and joke around with Kung Lao who was talking about the shenanigans that Johnny did during training and how amazing your cooking was.

“So you are saying that Madam Bo’s cooking is not good enough for you, Lao?” You tease at him which made him blush in embarrassment. Kung Lao blush in embarrassment as he grab your hand and gave you the puppy eye looks.

“(Y,N) please don’t tell Madam Bo that I said that. She’ll tear me a new.” He said as you just chuckled lightly before poking his forehead. Kung Lao smiled as he decided to confess his feelings for you. “(Y,N) would have the honor to accompany on a date to Madam Bo’s.” He said.

You stared at him with wide eyes but before you could speak something inside of Syzoth snap as he was at your side in an instant and brought you close to him and silently growl at Kung Lao.

“I’m very sorry Kung Lao but my hearts belong to someone else. I see you as a brother and I hope we can still be best friends.” You said sadly as Kung Lao frown but understood you.

Kung Lao knew at that moment that you were in love with Syzoth. His suspicions were now confirmed that you’ve had a feelings for him so that means Johnny owns him a meal at Madam Bo. He smirk at how Syzoth had a possessive embrace around you. He chuckled at the sight.

“Well Syzoth has something to tell you. Let me know when the food is ready.” He said cheekily as he went to go find Raiden and Johnny.

You turn to face Syzoth who frown and averted his eyes before gently grabbing your hands. “(Y,N).” He said shyly and nervously as you gave him a worried expression. “Would you give me the honors to court and mate you. I have loved you for a while.” He confess as you were stared at him speechless with your cheeks heated up.

“You showed me nothing but kindness and gave me a second chance after everything Shang Tsung did to me. I love you very much please allow me to make you mine.” He said softly as you gave him your famous smile that he had fallen in love with. His love for you is unconditional and would do anything for you.

You place both of your hands against his cheeks as you place a gentle soft kiss which made him blush before returning the gesture. The both of you broke away as Syzoth smiled lovingly. He brought you into a tight hug as he nuzzled into you. “I love you, (Y,N). You are my forever.”

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I tried my best making Syzoth super jealous but sadly I’m a vanilla person when it comes to writing romance. I’m more of a wholesome romantic type of person in general. Spicy romance isn’t really my specialty 🥺😣.

If you guys have any questions or concerns please feel free to message me, I’m always happy to help and available anytime I can.

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 fanfic #syzoth x reader #reader insert #reptile x reader

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lucybronzey · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT

reader is a character on st since season one and on season 4 she is Eddies love interest and the have like a sex scene to film and after they do it both reader and Joe have like a sexual tension and something like that

(i cant describe things i’m sorry, i hope you could understand)

author's note: i'm hearing you loud and clear sweetie hehe! i tried my best to get your idea and thoughts into one bubble so please forgive me if this wasn't what you wanted - i'm not really great at writing when it comes to intercourse or explicit stuff like that haha! i really tried

pairing: joseph quinn x gn! reader

warnings: intercourse/smut, strong language, lowercase letters, consensual s*x, fluff

summary: joseph and y/n’s character have a shagging scene but in real life there’s more into their love life.

abbrevations: y/c/n - your character’s name

you never thought you would actually start off your career with playing a beloved character in stranger things from season one until up the latest one. your character was the charismatic, enthuiastic and lovely cousin of the wheelers, (choose the first name you like for your character) wheeler. your show’s individual had lived through all the slander of upside down - the demogorgons, the mind flayer and now in season four - vecna. you had grown so much as a character and also as a person in real life. the stranger things team had given you chance to see the world and show what you love to do - enjoy your job and communicating with people.

on season four, there was a new character introduced - edward “eddie” “the freak” munson, an eccentric hawkins high school student and president of hawkins high's dungeons & dragons-themed "hellfire club" which your character was also part of. in the beginning, (y/c/n) thought it was some kind of a banter club that fancied some weird arse monsters and shite but the more you got into it, the more you started to like it. being part of that club, obviously, meant that you got to be friends with mike’s mates - dustin and lucas, and of course, eddie himself. the tension between you and eddie started to grow each year and you were pretty certain that your character had developed some other feelings towards him.

additionally, eddie and y/c/n had made it official in season four and they became love interests because the duffer brothers wanted eddie to have some fucking rest as well. they also wanted your character and joe’s role to have some intimate moments and then boom - they made you have a fucking sex scene! you had never done this before, ever during your acting career.

before the sex scene happened, you requested to have a chat with joseph himself. he nodded and you both went to his trailer. you both sat down and you took a very deep breath in and let out the heaviest sigh.

you groaned to yourself: “so, this scene…shall we talk about it?”

joe looked at you, nodding, and responding to you: “yeah, sure! i assume that’s your first time doing this kind of setting of performance?”

you crumpled your nose and look at the script. you weren’t really sure what to expect or to do. you tried your best to explain yourself and everything, not even noticing that joe was looking at you a bit worryingly. you stuttered a bit: “i guess it’s just about the consent between you and me. please forgive me if i talk shit because this is absolutely nervewrecking for me and i’m honestly losing my shit - i know it’s not like a proper shagging scene but it has to be portrayed as.”

he was looking at you in an awe, being absolutely mesmerised by your maturity. he added: “i’m definitely understanding when it comes to consent and i am giving mine to you only if you are okay with it.”

you nodded and gave your affirmation and consent to do it. your heart was throbbing way too fast and the butterflies in your stomach did not make the situation any better. but you were certain that you could feel safe and sound with and around joseph. you hugged him tenderly and told him that you were ready to make the performance happen.

“it is what it is,” you thought to yourself. the whole world, including your parents in a different country, will be able to see your messy, but hot scene of having a shag with very handsome man who is joseph quinn.

after the sweaty and god-damn fucking sensual takes of you and joe’s character having an intercourse, you got an outstanding applause for it for some odd fucking reason. you were some sort of glad it was finished but part of you wanted more from it. you felt like there was actual sexual tension between you and joe, the one you have never felt before. your ex never really made you feel like that and you believe joe had pushed and pressed the button in you.

you thanked everyone on the filming spot for being supportive and not judging, giving a little bow down and wave, you made back to your trailer where you had a refreshing shower. getting out of the shower cubicle, you organised and packed your stuff for tomorrow’s shooting. the need of having your trailer organised and cleaned for the next day was a must for you. you couldn’t handle arriving to a messy work place, it was an ick for you.

whilst you were putting your personal stuff into your handbag, you heard soft rhythm knock on your trailer’s door.

“who is it?” you asked.

“it’s joe,” he responsed in a chuckle.

“oh, come in! the door is open!” you invited him, closing your handbag’s lock.

he popped in, closing the door and gasped a bit. then he said: “listen, i know it’s coming out of nowhere and i don’t believe it myself i’m going to say it, “ you turned to him and listened him, smiling, “but ever since we met on the first day around the reading table and after in the shooting complex, i have realised that i am yearning for you every day and i have come to the terms that i have fallen for you. i know, y/n, i will certainly understand if the feeling is not mutual but-”

you shushed him hastily, not letting him finish his sentence on purpose.

“joe, i’m going to stop you right there,” you responded abruptly, joe trying to mumble the last few words from his sentence but you put your index finger on his lips. “you have no idea how much i have wanted to hear this. it has been absolutely lifting to keep this in me as well and i couldn’t be more delighted to hear this coming from you!”

you swifted your finger away from his mouth and placed your own lips on his. it was all so sudden and you felt like you were entering the heaven itself. joe grabbed your waist and nudged you to the edge of the table where all the makeup products go. he slipped his tongue on yours and let it passionately swirl with your tongue. taking off his t-shirt, he unzipped your dress that you had only put on a few minutes ago. he broke the sensual make out session and studied the beautiful figure of yours before teasing your front upper of body.

“you are so beautiful, y/n,” he whispered. his tongue did wonders around the aroused nipples of yours. you felt that you had already become pretty wet down there and you sensed that you needed to feel him inside quicker than ever before.

you relinquished him from your torso and moaned his name. “joe, i want-, i need you inside me now!”

the devoir of love, warmth and lush inside was skyrocketing. joe nodded, unzipping his trousers. but he wanted to make sure that you were actually okay with it. you gave your premission and also said that you were on an implant, so it was go-go!

he spat on his right hand to make his shaft more wetter before inserting it through your pudenda. you were metaphorically begging on your knees for him to slide inside you so you could be at ease but it felt like it was joe’s purpose to make you more eager and built up even more lust in you both. finally, he pushed his phallus in you and joe started to thrust slowly to needle you longer. he speeds up with every movement, you holding tightly onto his arm and trying to catch a breath.

joe holds your neck with one of his arm, the other helping to pull your waist to help the sexual movement to go on. he kisses you in between the hip thrusts, not letting you go and telling sweet nothings.

“fuck, y/n, this feels so amazing!” he moans between the words and after each word, his breathing cresendos. he felt so caring at the same time while pounding harder inside you. the pleasure you felt was something you haven’t felt for ages and you craved for love making like that. with each hard pounding inside you started to reach the very high of you. you enjoyed every second and moment of this, so did joe.

joe looked at you and moved you closer to his body. you began to feel coming to your beginning of orgasm.

“joe, i’m about to co-” you moaned and screamed powerfully.

“hold on tight, princess,” he sped up even more, banging into you even harder, making your thighs go numb from the bliss. “i’m co-o-o-m-,”

you came a bit earlier than joe but his warm liquid was filling up your down part of body and the drops of his “cum” was dripping out from your “nether yee” part. his moans were ecstatic. your whole body was shaking from the hardcore shag and orgasm which felt so euphoric to you. joe helped you clean up the mess. the felicity in him never felt better and he was certain that he wanted to take this to new level with you. he assisted with zipping back your dress behind your back and gave little kisses on your shoulders. the affection from joe endured your mood and feelings.

you said: “i want this to last forever,” you glanced at yourself and joe in the mirror, his hands around your body, his face nuzzled on your neck.

“we can make it happen if you let me take this to next stage,” he placed tiny smooches on your cheek, neck and behind the ears.

you closed your eyes to take in this moment and gently stated: “i will absolutely love that, mister quinn.”

#mine #read #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #ask

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furubabasket · 20 days

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dunmeshi posting today (spoilers ahead for manga marcille stuff)

i feel like there is so much to say and analyze about the fact that marcille's biggest--realest--fear is outliving everyone around her... specifically within the world of dungeon meshi that kui has created.

marcille's fear will certainly happen. (maybe not with falin, if her lifespan has been dragonified, but there's no way for us or for falin or marcille to know this yet.) and marcille has already watched every single one of her close friends die--temporarily. sometimes the circumstances have been dicey (or in falin's case nearly impossible) in ways that caused mounting dread and very real fear (in a way that seems uniquely upsetting in a world which has gotten somewhat blase about dungeon deaths--to have casual hope and to lose it), not even mentioning the initial shock, but so far, loss has not been final for marcille in recent years. that makes it hit all the harder when she has to contend with the possibility of falin being Dead For Good (such as when they couldn't find her bones in the dragon's stomach).

the thing that makes me absolutely sick about this is how marcille ends up just... having to swallow that her fear will come to pass. she just has to accept that both the "fix" she hoped for (the possibility of equalizing racial lifespans) is unethical and the "fix" she ALREADY USED (dungeon revivification) is impossible to implement everywhere. she just has to accept that no matter what, even in a world where death and loss isn't always final, she is doomed to experience it anyway or else succumb to the abusive and addictive pull of the demons' "security" like thistle and mithrun. (sidenote: all of the dungeon lords being elves, iirc, is telling and tragic.) I love the ending of dunmeshi and find it so compelling, and yet this is something that sticks out to me as so, so importantly "unresolved" even if I can't fully articulate it. marcille is not over this, and she can't be--while everyone else looks to the future, by definition hers is darker. that's going to take a lot more time to come to terms with. the moral is that whole "eating is the special privilege of the living," right? the moral comes down to "life involves hurting and being hurt, and that is the way of things, no matter how we run from it... but that doesn't have to be soul-crushingly depressing." marcille's friends are aware of the burden she has. they talk with her about her fears and comfort her without minimizing them. they help her feel less alone in what is a completely alienating existence. it's so fucking sad. it's horrifically sad! she got to save falin--but for how long? she got to save falin--but what about the next one? she got to save falin--why is that okay, but she isn't allowed to "have" everyone else? saving falin was only possible because of the help of a demon and forbidden magic, and while it's presented creepily, as readers we're certainly meant to root for falin's return. it's a "good" thing. it's the entire point of the first act, and the entire point of the very last. it's the good ending. it's happy! it's hard-won! and yet marcille needs to learn to accept death.

this dissonance is intentional, of course, and that's what makes it so fucking interesting. of course marcille goes crazy for a second. of course she struggles and obsesses. everyone else, functionally, gets to have what she wants! everyone else gets to "have" the dead now, no strings attached, no abnormal amount of future grief to carry. (for the opposite, past loss, imagine being kabru: being raised from the dead--watching your friends get casually revived--paying for the privilege--and thinking of your long-dead mother, who didn't get this chance, and wondering how easy it could have been.) in the future, when marcille's losses come, the dungeon's rules won't be around to protect her anymore from that cold, dull finality. it'll be real when it wasn't before. and she just has to be cool with that. man. MAN.

#marcille donato #marcille dungeon meshi #dunmeshi spoilers #falin touden #i have extra feelings about this having lost a friend young in real life #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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roseadleyn · 1 year

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𝙃𝙚𝙢𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠. || 𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚.

a gift for @dion-s-lawyer and @d10nsaint <3

hemlock is a poisonous plant, toxic to both humans and animals, and it means 'you will be my death.'

...aah, can you tell where i started losing motivation?

— rose.

affection — how do they show their love and affection?

dion does not know what affection is, or how to show it. he takes you with him on a 'mission' and gets confused when he gifts you a dead person's head and you start screaming. don't you like it?

blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to bathe in a pool of blood when it comes to you (baby it isn't like you don't already do that). and he doesn't hesitate to snap off anyone's neck — be it his own family or anyone else. he's not waiting until someone proves malicious intent towards you, either. talk or reach out to anyone other than him, and that person is dead.

cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

he treats you just like he treated you before the abduction. he's a lot more.. hm, is condescending the right word? he keeps you on a leash and when he's feeling spiteful, makes you crawl. he likes it when you look up at him with pleading eyes to not put you through this humiliation. (he's still gonna do it, honey. sucks to be you <3)

darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

uhm, this is dion? definitely yes. he doesn't care whether you're okay with whatever he does; he forces himself into your personal space and then expects to be taken care of. makes you sleep with him or on the floor. you're eating at his feet or not eating at all. the usual fare.

exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he feels like there's a knife in his side that's constantly twisting. are you okay? are you hurt? did someone try to harrass you and he has to kill them? his worries are never ending.

fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

amused. it's funny to see you trying to escape and act defiant. precious pet, you actually think you have a chance?

game — is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

it's.. a game at some points. he's fine with you crying, it's nice... but when you cry for him, give him that pitying look, he feels a rush of feeling like he's lost something. give him that look and he'll really give you a reason to cry. as for your escape attempts... he'd enjoy at it the beginning, but as soon as you get too audacious, he'll crush your little rebellion in absolutely no time.

hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

once, you tried to slip poison in dion's tea, unaware of his immunity.

dion locks you in the dungeons and whips you until your back is in bloody tatters. he takes a break when you fall unconscious and then starts again, making sure you're able to feel the pain.

ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

he doesn't care. as long as he has you, he's fine, he's not too worried about the future.. but sometime in the future, he'll marry you. not because of any loving reason. he'll just have a justification of being by your side at all times then.

jealousy — do they get jealous? how do they handle it?

if you ever give a second glance to someone else he gets jealous. and then he kills that person or gives them in as a toy. simple.

kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

he tries to be a bit.. less frightening, but mostly he still gives you shivers with how he's surveying your body.

love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

he'd either get lant to arrange a meeting or he'll just abduct you straight away. it's not that deep for him. if you catch his eye.. oh, it isn't gonna be good for you. you'll most probably be knocked out, so you don't notice the pitying looks his siblings give you.

mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

no. he acts with you just like he does with everyone else — stone cold, monotonous, blank. however, you two sit in the stairwell during a ball sometimes. he tells you about how he used to wait for his mother to come tuck him in as a child. she never came, of course.

naughty — how would they punish their darling?

blood. a lot of it. he'll lock you up and whip you, or he'll 'test' out a new knife on you, or he'll lace you up in a too-tight corset and enjoy watching you beg and plead for air.. the possibilities are endless. just please try not to anger him, especially on days in which he's already in a foul mood.

oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

rights? is that like a thing? that you actually get?

patience — how patient are they with their darling?

not very patient. he'll let you defy him for a month. a week more if he's feeling generous. then you better prepare yourself. any more further disobedience will not go down well for you.

quiet — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

sort of? he just feels more hollow than ever. throws all your belongings in a fire and never speaks of you again. as far as anyone else is concerned, you never existed.

lant finds him a replacement girl who cannot for the life of her understand why her husband refuses to talk of you or why her husband almost strangled her to death for touching the picture he keeps of you.

regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

just a tiny little bit. maybe this wasn't the amazing thing he thought it was because you're just crying and crying and — then it's swallowed up by justification. he believes a pet's rightful place is by their master's side — exactly where you are right now.

stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

a neglectful father who views him as a weapon, and an insane mother who dissects people on an hourly basis, and a crazy family. blame maria and lant if you want, but they're both unhinged and mental so they don't really care 🤷‍♀️

tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he will make you sob and then wonder why it doesn't feel good. isn't he supposed to feel delighted at the sight of your tears dripping down the bridge of your nose? why does he feel an urge to cuddle you until you stop weeping?

unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

yes. he can't live without you yet he acts like you're absolutely nothing. makes you feel pathetic and worthless so you don't see that you're the one thing he can't live without, ever.

vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

none. no visible weakness. if you want a chance to escape, take a leaf out of roxana's book and patiently, subtly manipulate him. don't overdo it, though. he's not an idiot, he'll see through you in an instant.

wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

with pleasure <33

xoanon — how much would they revere their darling?

sometimes, when he sees you asleep or in his clothes.. he feels his heartbeat speed up and something constricting his throat. he doesn't know how to express it or what even is it. just mutters a rushed 'you've got clothes of your own' before walking away.

yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he doesn't pine after you. he sees you, observes you for a week or two, and then kidnaps you if you grab his interest. he's not the waiting type of person. and either way you'll end up with him, so what's the point of delaying?

zenith — would they ever break their darling?

yes. dion often leaves poisons outside; he's immune so he doesn't necessarily need to fear. that being said, you are neither immune nor illiterate. you heard once how soldiers used to take suicide pills to save themselves from torture and imprisonment.. isn't that exactly what dion is doing to you?

the pills are in your hand before you can think about what you're doing.

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taglist ; @hmerus, @dxmoness, @giyuus0nlywife, @parkykwho, @lady-navier0357, @sidra-29, @mysticmeena, @loekas, @hevaenly, @ylxntis / @ykassu, @that-one-pretty-bitch, and @elychee. (ely, jacqueline, i know you hate dion but i just. i couldn't not tag u i'm really sorry 😭)

#꒰ ☽︎ ꒱ — stars.#it's a gift for rose and brook #i do like how this turned out #the ending is so theatrical please 😭#the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #twtptflob dion #twtptflob x reader #dion is already a yandere bestie #this is how being in a relationship with him would turn out

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vespertiliosworld · 2 months

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Songs and Simon Riley

Song: Aqtaii- Cenneti Müjdeleyen

Forgive me if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language.

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This longing hurts me so much

He missed you, after loving hours in your cheap apartment, he missed your sleeping body next to him, sitting with the sheets covering only his crotch while you slept.

Come back to me quickly before I forget your taste

He was dreaming of you among the bullets grazing his body. Your bare skin, touched by the moonlight, reaching out and laying on his chest. The cigarettes he smoked around you were never the same as the ones he smoked on the battlefield. The cigarettes he smoked after his mouth was covered with your juice were sweet, but on the battlefield the cigarettes were bitter. It was never the same.

Your little eyes that herald heaven

He would love for you to look at him with your squinted eyes when you wake up every morning and put your hand on his cheek. It was his favorite part of the day, he loved seeing himself in your shining eyes.

Supporting my suicide

Every day he wasn't in your arms and couldn't hear your laugh, he wanted to die a little more. What's the point if it doesn't come back to you at the end of the day?

This little bed feels like a dungeon to me

He's a soldier, he doesn't have much chance of being at ease. The bed in your cheap apartment is also small, but this is different.

It's okay if you're in my bed

Yes, his bed has less space when he sleeps with you, but it is more comfortable than any bed in the world.

If you hug me with your skinny arms

It's less stressful when your hair falls on the bed, your breath hits his bare chest, and your arms wrap around him. He has no problems at times like these.

Fuck me crazy whenever I look at someone else

He is a successful soldier, of course there are many women after him, but he only has eyes for you. Other women's perfume scents make him nauseous, and if it's not your scent, he doesn't even want to come close.

You got out of the shower and lay next to me

When you lay down next to him, your lotion scent, now integrated with you, was spreading in the room. This is a scent that Simon would start wars for and kill people for. Unfortunately, on the battlefield, this scent is just a dream for him.

You lit your cheap cigarette with your wet hair

You lit your cigarette while the water flowing from your hair soaked the bra you were wearing. He was lying on the bed when your eyes were illuminated by the light of the lighter. One of his hands was under his head and the other was on his stomach. He laughed when you took a drag from your cigarette. You laughed too as your eyes turned to him with a mischievous glint. "What?" you said, raising your voice a bit.

You threw the short robe off your shoulders

"Nothing." he said, but the pleasant tone in his voice said that something was up. You giggled at him and tossed his robe aside, sitting on his stomach just below his hand. "Say it." you said as you moved closer to his face.

I stared in admiration at your cut-filled skin.

Faint scars churned his stomach as Simon's eyes wandered to the cuts on different parts of his body. He was angry with himself for not being able to be with you at that time and not knowing you. Still, he was proud of you for standing to all despite the difficulties. He lifted his hand from his stomach and held your cut wrist and brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes as he pressed your wrist to his lips and kissed it.

Think of dirty money, my God, it's like a dream to me

Forget it, God, all my dreams are here

Even if they offered more money, he wouldn't accept it. Of course, Simon had been kidnapped and tortured before, but even when he was about to lose consciousness, the only thing he thought about was you. Having your dreams calling out to him was what kept him awake and kept him alive.

Gold is on my bed while I'm already sleeping

I have no business with this city's dirty money

You didn't need to know he was kidnapped. You didn't need to know that he rejected every opportunity that was thrown at him for you. When he finally stopped in the hallway of your apartment building and set his bag down, his eyes only saw you. As your eyes filled with tears and his heart burned with the moment he had dreamed of for months, he reached out and held you in his arms.

Another difficult task came to an end for the two of you when his lips pressed against yours with great enthusiasm. Finally Simon was home. "You are at home." you said with great excitement in your voice.

Simon smiled. "I'm at our home." he said, suppressing all the words. Now it was time for you two to spend some truly special time in bed. Details may be left for later.

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I'm crying, I want Simon Riley so bad.😭

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley fluff #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you

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starlightandsouls · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams

Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of death, burning, captivity

A/N: Hii everyone. I know I've been off the grid lately but I have been so swamped with work that the only free time I've been getting is used up for getting some sleep in. I managed to come up with a short one shot so I hope you guys like it

Reader POV...

The screaming did not stop. Even as the bodies around you fell, as the rivers of blood flowed until the ground below you was crimson... it did not stop. No one had any sense of when the battle had started or when it would end. Everyone fought to survive. Slashing whatever was in front of you and moving on. Cut. Dive. Stab. Repeat. The same mantra had been rushing through your mind since the battle had started. Well... that and one other thing. The Shadowsinger. Azriel.

Realistically, you knew that the Illyrian had much more battle experience than you and was more capable of holding his own than you would ever be. But still... deep down the anxiety over his safety had been gnawing away at your heart until it was a torn, ragged thing. You had tried keeping Azriel in your line of sight, always staying close to him despite how difficult it proved to be with him leading the aerial legions. However one of the enemy’s soldiers had slammed you to the ground, knocking the air from your limbs. You had eventually disposed of the bastard but when you rose, Azriel was nowhere to be seen. Instantly panic overtook your mind. Cassian and Azriel would probably both kick your ass if they knew you were this distracted on the battle field. But what could you do? The heart was a fickle, fickle thing.

Taking in your surroundings, you saw Nesta leading the Valkyries alongside Gwyn and Emerie. Any pride that you would have had for your sworn sisters was overtaken by your fear for your love. A love that was not yours. A love that you had sworn you would reveal to your beloved if the two of you survived this accursed battle. Although the chances of that were decreasing as each second passed.

You had just knocked out another soldier when a pain like no other overtook you. Grasping at your heart, you fell to your knees. Agony tore through you, overtaking your senses.

Azriel. Azriel. Azriel

Gazing up at the sky, the sight caused a piercing scream to escape you. Azriel, with his chest littered with arrows, fell from the sky. His wings resembled moth eaten cloth as they flapped weakly in the air. He was gone. Despite being on the other side of the field, despite the sky separating the two of you... you knew that he was gone. You could see it in the way he fell, so freely, his wings making no attempt to pull him up. You could see it in the way, for the first time in his life, he was wasn’t swathed in his shadows. You could see it in the way his glorious chest, laden with swirls of ink that told his tale, stilled and rose no more for breath.

Losing all sense of your surroundings, you screamed and screamed, at the unfairness of it all. What had you done to deserve this? The Mother couldn’t be this cruel, she couldn’t take away your love without ever giving you the chance to cherish it. The world fell away as you ran to him. Everything became blurry as you reached his broken body. You buried your face in his onyx hair his night chilled scent fading with each passing moment. The last thing you remembered was beating against his chest, begging him to come back to you, before darkness overtook you.

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The scene shifted, from the stricken battle field to the cell of darkness. The air hung heavy with the wafting smell of blood and rot. There were no windows to let in any light or air. The absolute darkness of the cell was so suffocating that it felt like your lungs were constricting in on themselves. You reached out blindly, trying to grasp at anything to give you direction.

A low whimper broke the veil of silence in the dungeon. Turning towards the sound, you spotted a little boy, not older than ten. Alone he sat in the dark, knees pulled up with his tiny wrapped around his head as if shutting something out. Your heart broke at the thought of such an innocent child being left alone in a place like this. You tried to move towards him but found yourself stuck, your feet moulding themselves to the ground, freezing you in place.

The little boy looked up, looking past you at the locked door behind. A gasp escaped you at the despair on his face. Those eyes... those honey coloured whose sight always comforted you, the same eyes who looked at you with such pride and adoration whenever you bested him in a sparring match... Azriel.

Before you could do or say anything, the door behind you was slammed open. Two slightly older boys made their way in and locked the door behind them, moving towards Azriel. They were much taller than him and healthier too. So one of them easily grabbed Azriel and slammed him against the wall. Little Azriel tried to struggle as they tied his hands above his head.

“Stop moving, vermin. We’re just doing an experiment,” one of the boys spat out as he tied the rope tighter and tighter around Az’s little wrists.

Your heart rose to your throat as the scene before you began to resemble a horrific, horrific story that you had heard. The story of your beloved.

They procured a bottle from their pockets and poured a thick, slimy substance from it on Azriel’s hands. Oil. One of them lit a match against the wall and before you knew how to react, they lit Azriel’s hands on fire.

The screams that erupted from little Azriel would haunt you for the rest of your life. The agony that ripped him apart from the inside as the fire ate away at his hands... was not something you would ever be able to imagine. Still frozen in place, you were unable to help or stop what was happening. It was if you were stuck in a glass cage, banging against the walls, unable to break free, forced to watch as the world repeatedly tore your lover apart.

Azriel. Azriel. Azriel. No. No.

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Azriel POV...

The trip to the Winter Court always exhausted him more than any other. Flying over the icy tundra left his wings sore for weeks afterwards. Now, as he landed back at the House of Wind, he wanted nothing more than to collapse in his bed. And maybe stay there for a day or two.

He had just reached his door when a scream sounded from down the hall. From your room. Instantly any exhaustion he might have been feeling fell away as his mind became alert. Running to your room, he took out Truth Teller, already planning all the ways he would torture whoever had dared to attack you in the dead of night, like a coward. While you were unaware of the love he held for you, it did not stop the protective instincts of his heart kicking in that irrationally told him to protect you like you were his.

Slamming the door open, he scanned the room for the intruder but shockingly found it empty. The windows, the door were all shut as they should be and his shadows reported that no one was in the immediate surroundings of the room also. However he soon found out the source of your distress as he turned to your bed and found you twisting and turning, writhing in your sheets as tears made their way down your face. A nightmare.

He put Truth Teller away as he made his way to your bed. He shook you by the shoulders, trying to force you awake. But whatever nightmare you were having, refused to let you out of its clutches as you continued to cry in your sleep. Finally, he yelled out your name and shook you with such force that you woke with a fright.

Your eyes were frantic as they took in your room, your body still wracked with sobs.

“Hey, you’re alright. You’re safe,” he whispered, not wanting to startle you too much now that you were awake.

It was as if hearing his voice broke you out of a trance. Your eyes cleared and a cry of anguish escaped you as you threw your arms around him.

“Az. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t go,” you cried against his neck.

He was frozen in place. Hesitantly he put his arm around your waist. Azriel knew that you were distressed at the moment. He knew that he had to think straight, that he couldn’t let himself cross any boundaries.

You, on the other hand, remained adamant on not letting him go. Your grip around his neck only tightened as you buried yourself closer and closer. Azriel’s breath caught in his chest at you being so close to him. He knew that it was wrong, that he should prioritise your well being... but he couldn’t remember the last time he had held someone like this.

Lost in his thoughts, Azriel didn’t realise the panic that overtook you as his chest stilled.

“No. No. Azriel. Please don’t go. I love you so much. I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave me.”

The flurry of emotions in Azriel’s mind stilled at your confession. In that moment, Azriel felt a bridge of pure light extend from his heart to yours, binding their souls together.

Mate.

The revelation would have been enough to bring him to his knees had he been standing. You were his mate. This amazing, brilliant angel of a woman was his mate.

The bond, now glowing ethereally between the two of you, allowed him raw, unfiltered access to your emotions right now. And that was what pulled him out of his reverie. There would be time for all this later. Right now, his mate was upset. And that just wouldn’t do.

“Hey, hey. Darling, look at me. I need you to take a breath alright?” he asked, putting your hand against his heart, “Do you feel that? Breathe with me darling. In and out. You can do it.”

You tried to mimic his breathing but every time you tried, a new spell of tears would overtake you. This wasn’t working. So Azriel got up and sat against the head board, laying you across his chest, and pulled his wings around the two of them.

As his shadows swirled through your hair and arms, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, always making sure your head lay on his beating heart, trying to ease whatever terror was consuming you,

“You’re alright, darling. I’m here. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’m right here.”

You shook your head, sobs now reduced to slow tears and hiccups,

“It’s not me. You... they were hurting you. And I couldn’t save you. I love you so much Azriel. And I didn’t even tell you... and I... I can’t lose you,” you managed to get out in between hiccups. Only the Mother knows how Azriel was able to maintain his resolve, how he managed to blink away tears of his own,

“Well... I’m here now, little love. And I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay by your side for as long as you want.”

You managed to give him a whisper of a smile, before burying yourself in his chest, bundling his shirt in your arms as you took in his scent. Azriel glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to hold back tears of his own. You loved him. You loved him. Loved him enough to be terrified of losing him. Azriel had never known what it felt like to be wanted, really wanted. It was always the other way around. It was always Azriel being a fool, handing out his heart to people who would never return his feelings. And it always ended with Azriel, alone, in the dark, holding the pieces of his shattered heart. But now... it had all changed. You loved him. Him.

After a while, your tears stopped but you were still shaking. Despite everything, Azriel slowly moved forward and placed a small kiss against your head. He instantly moved away, cringing at his foolishness but you leaned further into his touch.

“Do you want to go back to sleep, love?” he asked, knowing you would be exhausted. But when you immediately shook your head, Azriel began to think of other ways to calm you. After a moment of silence he asked,

“Will you dance with me?”

The randomness of the question made you look up, a confused furrow on your brow,

“What?”

“Do you want to dance with me,” he repeated. A small smile lit up your face and when you nodded your yes, he picked you up bridal style before setting you down on the floor, in front of your window.

You put both your hands around his neck and leaned against his chest. He wrapped both his hands around your waist and the two of you swayed in the room, swathed in moonlight and shadows. Out of nowhere, he asked,

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“It was at the Winter Solstice ball,” you replied.

“Mhmm. I saw you talking to Feyre, looking as beautiful as ever in your grey dress. And I knew then that I had to dance with you at least once.”

You laughed against him and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“God, that night was so bad. I stepped on your toes all night,” you remarked, the heaviness of your voice slowly leaving.

“Oh definitely. My feet were sore for weeks afterwards. I couldn’t even train for a few days.”

Your cry of outrage was music to his ears as you elbowed him the gut,

“Asshole.”

To emphasise your point you stepped on both his feet, causing the two of you to laugh. Arms wrapped around each other, Azriel moved for the two of you as you continued to stand on his feet. The sight was comical. You standing on your Shadowsinger’s feet as he waddled around the room with the two of you. Soon, the room was filled with laughter and cries of joy as Azriel circled the two of you around the room.

“I love you, little love. And I’m never going to leave,” Azriel whispered to you as you and your lover continued to dance long into the night.

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #acotar hc #acotar headcanon #azriel headcanon #azriel headcanons #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic

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let-dawn-break · 6 months

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Sit with Me - Twilight X Reader Oneshot

Pining 🌲 Fluff 💖 - Inspired by First Time - Hozier

Kneeling down into the tall grass, your hand wavered over their tips as you watched them sway in the breeze that the dusk brought. You loved the light that the sunset brought the most. You knew he did too.

He came back different from his adventure.

You could see the way he had grown. If not for the scars that littered his body that you could see plain as day, then the still exhausted look in his blue eyes when he turned around for a moment and thought no one could recognize it. Or the way his jaw seemed just a little bit more jagged from the fading scars and ache in his heart - the way he had to consciencely unclench it when he remembered that Ordon was just a little safer than the other places he had ventured off to.

He came back a man, after being a boy for such a long time. It broke your heart that his transition had to be so sudden… but there was nothing you could do now - not when he walked down the path from Faron Woods to his treehouse, eyes softening and smile coming to grace his face as soon as he saw you.

It made butterflies kick up into your stomach, and you fought them down, hoping your lopsided smile wouldn’t give too much away. You stood from your crouched position on the floor, dusting your hands on your tunic hurriedly as he came bounding up. "You sure took your sweet time." You sassed him with a growing grin as the leftover boyishness in his eyes bubbled right up. "I thought you were gonna spend the night at the springs."

"And miss this?" There was a certain sweetness to his voice that caused you to roll your eyes, holding back the warmth in your cheeks as he began to climb the outside of his treehouse, helping you up the vines and ladders until the both of you were perched on one of its thick branches.

For the first time since he left on his journey, he was watching the sunset with you again. It's been about a month since he'd returned - and sure, you'd talked plenty, hung out here and there, but ever since you'd come to Ordon, you'd only been watching it with him... Every other day right here. On top of his treehouse, shoulder to shoulder.

When he was gone, when things had gotten chaotic and bleak and lonely... You would climb up here on your own, hoping that you'd be the first to see him from so high up. The first to run to him and welcome him back home. You weren't the first, but you were definitely the on who clung to him the closest when he returned. Everyone in the little village could see that.

After all, you only really love him when you lose him. Luckily for you, he wasn't gone for good. But by the goddesses, you sure felt like one of those days you'd just be devastated with the news that he'd wandered into a dungeon and just... never came out. It really put you into perspective. All the feelings you'd been denying for who knows how long finally bubbled forward. Especially after he'd taken off to save Ilia...

You were so worried that she'd have feelings for him instead - her father seemed to be just fine with having him as a son-in-law... but when you'd jokingly mentioned it to her, she'd very much denied the notion... It looks like after her father had suggested it for so long, she'd been sick and tired of it.

What a lucky streak you'd had.

Now if only you could stop cucco-ing out and just tell him. How many chances did you have so far already since he'd come back? At least once for every single day! And you were still speechless, red faced and cringing at your own rehearsals of your confession.

What a headache.

"Are you ok?" Link placed a hand on your shoulder, and you jolted up - his hand pulling away like you'd zapped him at your near flinch.

"I - uh - yeah!" You waved your hand, hoping to wave away his concern as well. "Just fine! Doing great, hahah..."

He frowned, obviously not believing your horrible lie. "You've been stiff this whole time... What's wrong?" He didn't say it outright, but you could hear the hint of pain in his voice. He thought he did something wrong.

Oh goddesses - "It's - you didn't do anything wrong..." You muttered, groaning as you ran a hand down your face, biting the inside of your cheek as you mustered up your leftover courage. "It's just that - I know you haven't been gone for... that long, but it felt like forever! It felt like I'd be waiting up here for you to come back home for months! I get it, you were saving the world and all that, but... I dunno..." Your gaze drifted to the floor far, far below you. "I just wanted you to come back home safe."

While your fingers were digging into the three bark, jaw tight, and gaze burning holes into the dirt far below, you felt his arm snake around your shoulders and pull you close and into his side. When you looked up to see his face, you saw that there was a small, teary-eyed smile as he held you close.

He laughed, watered down with emotion but still cheerful all the same. "Hah! Sorry I worried you." He said, nuzzling the top of your head with the side of his. "But I made it back safely, didn't I..? I came back to Ordon - to you." He would always come back home to you.

When he pulled away your eyes were wide, lips in a tight line, and blood rushing to your face indefinitely. "Goddesses, I love you." Your mouth blurted it out as soon as you had thought it - and your hands flew up to your mouth to cover it dizzyingly quick. Damn it! So much for all your stupid confession rehearsals.

Both of you stared at each other for a moment, wide eyed and in disbelief at the words that had been spoken. You barely noticed it, but you were holding your breath too, watching his face for any micromovements that would give away his reaction.

And hey, at least if you fell from this height off the tree, you might lose the memory of this utterly embarrassing moment.

"Really?" He finally spoke, breathless and with shock still evident on his face. "S-say it again, I -" He swore he must have been hallucinating or dreaming or - or something. He grabbed you by the shoulders and stared intensely at you, prying your hands away from your mouth with one hand, desperation slowly bubbling into his eyes.

If you mean it, say it again...

Your cheeks were bright red, and swallowing your thick embarrassment, you said it again. "I... I love you." You meant it, but it didn't make your face burn any less, especially not when he pulled your hands away from your face even more and dove in to press his head against your neck, wrapping his arms around your chest in a tight hug.

You could hear a muffled "I love you too," from his spot in the crook of your neck as he speckled kisses along your skin, despite your squirming.

"L-Link!" You scolded him, smacking his back as he continued to pepper your skin with kisses. "Link! Stop it! It tickles!!" You cried out, only for his fingers to twitch along your sides until he made your laugh ring out loud.

Goddesses, you loved him, and you were so lucky to have him back home safe and sound.

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heyyy do you think you can write more knight!iida x princess!reader please 🌺🌺

[ Hello dear anon! *Takes flowers* I can most certainly make more Knight!Tenya x Princess!Reader content. I hope you enjoy it, this was so much fun to write. Since I love Tenya this has a somewhat romantic end to it. The summary is below the banner. ]

[ Summary: The Kingdom of Yuuei has many wonders, but none was more fascinating to you than Tenya Iida, a young knight serving under the royal family. As the Princess, you were far too used to getting what you desired, this included demanding he teach you the ways of swordsmanship. Unfortunately, this training session results in an injured ankle, and he insists on caring for you. ]

You cried out when his sword collided with yours, and your feet desperately dug into the ground to steady yourself. However, this was of no use as Tenya continued to push you back intent on following your orders despite them clashing with his own morals.

As a knight, it was his duty to serve and protect the kingdom, its citizens, and its rulers. This, of course, included you. The fair princess. He had grown to know you well throughout these many years serving the kingdom, and as such, he understood your fierce and yet kind nature.

You were very caring and always did what was within your power to help your citizens. But they did not know of the determined and chaotic side that demanded outrageous and furthermore dangerous requests like him teaching you swordsmanship.

While he agreed that everyone should know the basics of self-defense, it was a knight’s job to ensure that the kingdom was always protected no matter what evil arose to challenge it. Obviously, he couldn’t refuse a command given to him by a member of the royal family.

However, he tried to convince you there was no need to learn how to defend yourself. This is because he vowed to never allow harm to come to you, or so he thought. Unfortunately, you weren’t convinced and refused to listen to his logic and reason.

Eventually, you threatened to throw him into the dungeon if you did not get your way. This would effectively end his knighthood and his goal of becoming Grand Commander as his eldest brother was. So, with some regret, training began.

Despite your swordsmanship skills improving over the past few weeks, Tenya refused to use his full strength against you. This, of course, bothered you given that during training sessions with his fellow knights, he was quick on his feet and defeated them with intense fury.

You wanted fair and equal treatment. Just because you were royal didn’t mean you couldn’t hold your own or at least try to. “Pardon?” he asked, lifting his helmet visor. You crossed your arms and impatiently tapped your foot against the ground.

“As Princess of the Yuuei Kingdom, I order you to use the extension of your strength against me,” you explained with an unhappy scowl. Tenya frowned knowing there was an increased chance of injury if he didn't hold back. However, he was not willing to lose his position nor was he in the mood for another one of your idle threats.

He removed his helmet and knelt down. One hand was pressed against his chest plate, while the other was pressed against the ground to steady himself. “Very well, Your Highness,” he replied, “I shant hold back,” and he was true to his word.

‘Damn it,’ you clenched your jaw. He was like a mountain, unable and unwilling to move. The sun shined down on both of you, causing sweat to drip down your forehead and neck. It also shined off Tenya’s armor which somehow looked new and polished.

However, he was known for taking care of his armor and often spent hours cleaning it. This was because of his insistence that “a knight must always look proper and in accordance with the royal family.” The fact that he was without a helmet was a distraction.

Even with dirt patches coloring his skin and sweat dripping down his face, he was handsome. His hair stuck to his skin, giving him an animalistic appearance. This was only intensified by his glistening red eyes, which were slit in anger and determination.

You briefly looked over your shoulder, noticing that you were inching closer to the end of the training ground marked with wooden poles connected with a sturdy rope. You refused to be thrown over that makeshift fence, despite knowing you were going to lose.

You tightened your grip on your sword and used all your strength to move Tenya’s sword to the side. The sound of metal scraping together echoed through the air and your arms trembled without the weight of the other sword to hold yours up.

The relief you felt only lasted for a few seconds before Tenya brought his arm back and clashed his sword against yours in a sideways swipe. You stumbled back, only to feel your foot get caught on something and pain shoot through your ankle when you hit the ground.

You didn’t see or hear where your sword landed. However, you heard Tenya drop his and immediately kneel by your side. “Princess!” he exclaimed in a panic, angry at himself for following through with your orders despite not having a choice. You groaned, slowly pushing yourself up.

“Are you injured?” he questioned, glancing at your body. Your once white dress was now stained with dirt and your hair was a tangled mess. The tiara that normally rested atop your head was now lying in a patch of grass, some ways from where you had fallen.

“My ankle...hurts” you hissed behind clenched teeth, trying to ignore the pain. “Pardon, but I would favor examining your ankle in order to assess the type of injury or damage that has occurred. This will determine which kind of medical attention you require.”

You glared at him but knew you didn't have the right to be angry because he followed through with your orders. Still, you hadn’t expected to get hurt, at least not like this. You frowned and hesitantly moved your hand away.

“I believe it would be best to remove your shoe, Your Highness,” he suggested. “May I have permission to do so?” he asked, and you frowned in response. Your fingers curled into the dirt beneath you and with a huff, you said, “Fine.” He nodded and grasped your ankle with one hand.

He ensured to keep his grip loose but firm as he took your shoe off with his opposite hand. You winced and pulled your leg back. Although it was a normal reaction to want to get away from the source of pain, he tightened his grip and finished removing your shoe. He then tossed it to the side.

You continued to wince, trembling as more pain coursed through your ankle causing your toes to curl. “Apologies,” he did not wish to cause you more harm but knew it was necessary. You growled in response but said nothing as he lowered your ankle onto his knee.

Each touch of his gloved fingertips brought a small jolt of agony, but you clenched your jaw to silence any further whimpers. “You appear to have some swelling and the skin around your ankle is red indicating possible future bruising,” he explained, making you pout. “Oh good,” you said sarcastically, making him knit his eyebrows.

“Forgive me, Your Highness, ecchymosis is not something one usually finds happiness in as it's bleeding that occurs under the skin due to trauma, and in some cases, can be a rather serious condition.” He was as sincere as ever and somehow it was annoying and endearing at the same time.

You looked at him monotonously. Your eyebrows were lowered, and your lips were pressed out in a thin line. “May I carry you to your bed chamber? I believe that would be the most appropriate place as you are in need of a change of clothes.” You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“After which, I will tend to your injured ankle,” he said before placing his hand on his chest and bowing his head. “Are you saying you want to undress me?” you asked, teasing him. But as usual, your jokes flew over his head or were completely ignored. “Please allow me this honor to redeem the injury I have caused to you.”

Despite the slightest flush washing over your cheeks, you were used to being treated like a flower. People were afraid to touch you in fear of your petals wilting, although this was typical for those lucky or unfortunate enough to be born into royalty.

While Tenya kept this in mind, he was not afraid to touch you or argue with you. This made him different from most of the Kingdom’s population and was one of the reasons you were drawn to him. You spread your arms out so that he can carry you as requested.

He carefully removed your ankle from his knee, laying it gently back on the ground. Then he placed one arm underneath your legs and leaned over. He allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck before placing his opposite arm behind your back.

His armor clinked when he stood up, but he didn’t appear to have trouble lifting you. The sound of his metal boots against the grass brought you comfort, and you stared at him the closer you got to the castle. Like before, you thought he looked handsome.

From his dark, undercut hair to his sharp jawline. “Hm…” you reached up and threaded your fingers through that hair. He tensed up but continued walking and glanced at you. “Please refrain, Your Highness,” he said, making you pout again. While he knew you wouldn't listen, public displays of affection were not permitted.

Especially given the difference in social status between you two. He could feel your glare burning a hole through him and assumed you were unhappy that he had refused your touch. “Knight Iida,” you said, trying to sound as sweet as possible which caught his attention yet again.

He stopped and after a few moments of hesitation, he replied “Yes, Your Highness?” You smiled and threaded your hands through his hair again. This made him frown but he remained still as you had yet to give him an order or tell him what you intended.

Your hand continued brushing through his hair, making him tremble in response. “Your Highness, I am about to resume walking,” he stated. Yet again showing his willingness to disregard certain rules or orders from you such as not moving until told to do so.

“Wait a minute,” you protested, but he ignored you. “Fine,” you replied, grasping the top of his chest plate to pull yourself up and kiss his cheek. Although it tasted of salt, sweat, and dirt. He stopped again, clenching his jaw to avoid shouting your name.

His face was flustered, and he looked at you with wide, yet still angry eyes. You snickered, finding his reaction amusing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger as he knew acting solely on emotions was dangerous. “Please do not do that,” he stated.

His voice deepened and a serious tone accompanied it. “It’s not appropriate behavior for one of royal status to partake in nor is public affection proper social behavior for anyone to display,” he explained. “Why should I care about proper behavior?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“I’m just thanking my royal knight for everything he does for me,” you said, brushing your fingers along his cheek. “If the King and Queen witnessed their daughter treating one of the lower classes in such an affectionate manner, it would surely cause a problematic situation. I do not believe I would favor that.”

You frowned at his words, feeling both angered and ashamed, not of your actions, but rather of the belief that royals were above others. Everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their social status. You thought Tenya of all people would realize that.

“Mm…” You frowned but chose not to address it further. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder as he resumed walking. His eyes widened when he saw Tenya carrying you. “I-Iida!” he shouted, running up to him. “Greetings Midoriya,” he stated.

“I was worried when Your H-Highness ran off! The King and Q-Queen were too. Where was she!?” he frantically asked ignoring how you glared at him. Izuku was your valet and assisted you with whatever you needed. You knew he was of the lower class as well.

He had originally wanted to become part of the knighthood as Tenya was. However, he didn’t quite fit the requirements and was given the option of caring for you instead. Some may say that’s more challenging than being a knight.

“I’m afraid that is my own fault. I insisted that I overlook Your Highness’s self-defense training. However, the session ended early due to an injury,” he explained, and worry immediately enveloped Izuku’s features.

“Injury!?” he exclaimed, and you leaned forward, shushing him. “You have the biggest mouth!” you hissed, not wanting the whole damn kingdom to make a fuss just because you hurt your ankle. “Uh, u-um,” he flushed and bowed. “I-I’m sorry, Your Highness, I just um…” He glanced to the side, trying to stop his panicked thoughts.

“I-is there anything you need? I c-can get it for you while you continue to t-tend to the Princess!” he offered, leaning back up and looking at Tenya with determination. It almost saddened him that Izuku hadn’t been considered knight material.

He imagined that if given the chance, he would be a worthy knight. You growled softly, annoyed by Izuku’s words. He was an excellent example of one of the many people who treated you like a flower. He worried about every small scrape and bump you received.

“Thank you, Midoriya,” Tenya replied. “I would favor a wash basin, preferably with warm water if available,” Izuku nodded, continuing to listen. “I believe I will also require two washcloths,” he explained. “R-right!” the green-haired boy replied, you could never fathom why he was so shy around others.

“I’ll b-be back!” he promised and Tenya smiled as he watched him disappear down the hallway. “Can we go to my room now?” you asked flatly. “Yes, Your Highness,” he replied, and a rush of relief came when he opened the door to your bed chamber.

As expected, it was large and spacious. Natural light filled the room thanks to the large windows on the opposite side which were decorated with purple silky drapes. Outside said windows, one could see the beautiful courtyard and flower garden.

The walls were painted white with gold trim. A large white wardrobe with diamond-shaped handles and elegant carvings was next to your bed which was constructed of an equally as elegant bed frame with a large canopy. Much like the wardrobe, it too had carvings.

The only difference was that they resembled flowers, as absurd as that was. The bed itself was covered in silky white and purple sheets and blankets. A mountain of pillows was piled against the headboard, each specially crafted for maximum comfort and arranged in an array of colors.

He carefully sat you down on the edge of your bed and stepped back, the sound of his armor clanking echoed through your room. Once again, he pressed a hand against his chest and kneeled before you. Unlike the many others who bowed at your feet, your heart raced when he did.

Of course, that was understandable considering he was one of the more attractive individuals within your kingdom. “I am going to select another article of clothing for you,” he knew that was normally the job of your lady’s maid, Uraraka Ochako, who happened to be another one of his close friends.

She too was of the lower class and wore patched-up clothing when not working. He understood that she had originally been dismissed when she fell at the King and Queen’s feet and begged them for a job so she could support her parents.

It was only because of your persistence that you convinced them to make her your lady's maid. She helped you with dressing, make-up, and hair care. She also kept your room neat and tidy. Tenya assumed she was absent because, like Izuku, she was ordered to find your whereabouts.

In any case, you needed to remove your dirty clothing as it was improper for royalty to have such an unpleasant appearance. “Hmm?” You tilted your head. “But I-” You leaned up, making the mistake of moving your injured ankle, and hissed when another jolt of pain came.

Tenya noticed this and frowned. “I would advise against moving your injured ankle,” he stated, although, at this point, he believed it was sprained. He stood up and walked over to your wardrobe, glancing at the various dresses you had available.

He tapped his chin, deciding which one suited you perfectly, and walked back to you. “Here we are,” he said, laying the dress on the bed beside you. “I will turn my back. Inform me when you are done or if you require assistance,” he stated before turning around. You pouted, seeing your reflection in his armor.

Your hair still looked disheveled, and you could see the dirt patches that stained your dress. ‘Well guess I could look worse,’ you thought before shifting your glance to the back of Tenya’s head. You tapped your cheek, debating about teasing him and why shouldn’t you? He was the reason your ankle hurt.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t necessarily true. While he had shut down your advances before, he could not refuse you this time. “Knight Iida,” you said, your voice holding that familiar authoritative tone that caused him to turn his head slightly. “Yes, Your Highness,” he replied. “I need help,” you said.

“What do you require assistance with?” he asked, refusing to turn around for fear he might see your exposed body. “Take off this dress,” you replied and found amusement in the way he flinched. “P-pardon?” he replied. Yes, he said he would provide you with assistance but didn't expect you to order him to disrobe you.

“I order you as my knight to take this dress off me!” you said before tilting your head. “After all, my Lady’s Maid isn’t here to help me and I can’t do it on my own,” you lied. However, Tenya was gullible so maybe he'd believe you.

A lump formed in his throat, making it difficult to respond, as did the rush of warmth that flowed through his cheeks, turning them a soft red color. He hesitated when he turned to look at you. Perhaps he didn't think this through thoroughly.

Yet again the thought that he couldn’t deny a royal’s request came to mind. However, like before, he wished to try and talk some logical sense into you. “Are you most certain you cannot perform this task?” he asked. “Yes, I'm sure!” you replied in a huff, and much like before he could feel your glare burning through him.

“I do not recall you complaining of any pain in your hands and your arms are free of scrapes or cuts,” he crossed his arms and your glare intensified. “Take. My. Dress. Off. Now.” you snarled, and he sighed. Upon second thought, perhaps he would be wasting time if he intended to argue with you.

The sooner he helped you, the sooner he could address and care for your ankle. “Very well,” he said, stepping closer. “Please raise your arms above your head,” he instructed, and you smiled, doing as he requested which was quite unusual. Princesses don't tend to take orders, but you made a special exception in Tenya’s case.

He grasped your wrists and closed his eyes before slowly tracing his hands down your arms. You trembled when he caressed your sides and hip curve. Your breath caught when he reached your thighs as he moved his hands to caress the back of them.

You latched onto your lip when his hands moved down and stroked the back of your legs before finally grasping the bottom of your dress. In one swift motion, he pulled the garment off you and allowed it to drop to the floor.

You shivered when the cool air hit your exposed skin and wrapped your arms around yourself. “Your Highness, shall we put on your fresh dress now?” he questioned and before you could answer, your door opened, and in stepped Uraraka.

She smiled and carried a clean pile of clothes for you. Tenya snapped his eyes wide open, turning his head toward the door. “Hello, Your Highness, I brought you-” she stopped talking when she realized what was before her.

A man was alone with you, and you were sitting on your bed completely bare apart from your undergarments. But the man wasn’t just any man, it was Tenya. A knight who served the royal family and was one of her closest friends.

“U-uh,” she looked mortified, and her face turned red. What an embarrassing sight to see. “O-Ochako!” Tenya stuttered; his face red as hers. “I c-can assure you this is not what it appears to be and I-” he turned when he heard your bed creak and immediately covered his eyes when he realized you were attempting to stand up.

You winced as soon as you put weight on your injured ankle and reached out to grab Tenya to steady yourself on one foot. You then hopped behind him to hide your exposed body from Uraraka. Although she had seen you like this many times, Tenya's presence made it different.

She shook her head and stumbled forward, throwing the pile of clean clothes onto the nearest chair. “I-I’ll j-just put this h-here, s-sorry!” she squeaked before rushing out of your chambers. Her heart was beating so fast she felt faint as she leaned against your now-closed door.

“Hm?” Tsuyu, a maid, walked by and noticed Uraraka’s unusual expression. “Are you okay?” she asked, but Uraraka wasn’t sure if she could speak at the moment, and even if she could, it wasn’t her place to share personal information, much less intimate information about a royal’s life.

Your heart was still racing and your face, along with the rest of your body felt hot. But Tenya’s armor was cool, and you pressed yourself against him, slinking your arms under his to keep him where he stood. “Y-Your Highness, may I…may I ask what you are doing?” His shaky voice was unusual to hear.

But that didn't stop you from nuzzling your cheek against the back of his armor. You waited for your embarrassment to fade before uttering the words, “Thank you.” Tenya raised his eyebrow, uncertain of what you were thanking him for.

However, he appreciated such words. He cleared his throat. “Y-you are quite welcome…Your Highness,” he said, his words lingering in the air for a moment. “Perhaps…” You lifted your head, your eyes wide with curiosity.

“We should put on your fresh dress now?” he suggested, making you realize or rather remember that you were still in your undergarments and yet again your face heated up. “Oh um, r-right,” you replied, lowering your hands.

“Please take your seat and I will assist you as ordered,” he said, pointing a gloved finger toward your bed. You pouted before carefully hopping over and pulling yourself back onto it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before facing you.

“Please hand me the dress.” Your lips curled but you did as he requested. “Thank you, Your Highness,” he stated, bowing respectfully before turning once more and opening his eyes. He made sure the dress was facing the right way and rolled it up to make it easier to slip over your head.

“Please raise your arms,” he instructed, turning to face you again. His eyes remained closed even as he slipped the dress over your head. He tried his best not to allow his knuckles to brush against your bare skin. “It is rather rude and inappropriate to look at a bare woman of your status,” you growled.

“My status?” you repeated, as he tugged the bottom of the dress over your legs and sighed in relief before opening his eyes. “Yes, of your status, Your Highness,” he replied, noticing the confused but angered look in your eye. “Royal, young, and unmarried,” he clarified.

“You could change that you know,” you shot back, and he stiffened in response. “I…I…p-pardon?” he questioned, and you snickered as his cheeks turned red. While marriage crossed his mind occasionally, you were untouchable and likely would be betrothed to another royal.

However, he was unwilling to entertain the idea of you being handed over to a stranger. Surely no one else could protect and care for you as he did. Regardless, his personal feelings should not interfere with royal dealings, nor his knighthood or so he would try not to allow them to.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak when a knock sounded. Like before, he snapped his head toward your door, thankful that you were clothed this time around. “Yes?” he said, and seconds later Izuku walked in.

“Uh, h-hello Your Highness…I-Iida,” he stated, being careful not to spill the water that filled the basin. “Sorry it took a while, I had to help O-Ochako fold the l-laundry and-uh…” he shook his head, guess the rest didn’t matter. “It is quite alright, please allow me,” Tenya replied taking the basin from him.

He could feel the warmth of it and the two requested washcloths hung off one side of it. Tenya placed the basin on the floor in front of you and turned to Izuku. “Thank you Midoriya,” he said. “Oh, i-it was no trouble, um…” He turned to you and pressed his hand against his chest, bowing.

“I…I hope you feel better, Y-Your Highness,” he stated. “You may leave,” you said, shooing him away with your hand. He lifted his head, looking at you before nodding. “Um, y-yes,” he said turning to walk out the door, leaving you alone with Tenya again.

He kneeled, removing his gloves before taking one of the washcloths and dipping it into the water. He twisted it to allow any excess water to drip back into the basin before standing again. “May I wash your face, Your Highness?” he asked.

“Hm?” Your eyes widened and you brushed your fingers against your cheek, feeling the rough texture of dried dirt. Oh yeah, you had almost forgotten about that. “Um…y-yes,” you replied, pressing your hand against your chest.

“Are you well Your Highness? There is little reason to be embarrassed about your appearance. You are rather alluring, pulchritudinous. No amount of dirt nor darkness can collapse such beauty.” Your bottom lip trembled at his words, and you leaned back, turning your head to hide your blush.

‘Why did he have to say it like that?!’ As a royal, you were used to compliments but none felt as personal as Tenya's. “Hm?” He blinked, noticing your odd response. “Forgive me, did I…perhaps Your Highness did not wish to hear such things?” Your eyes widened, and you snapped your head back.

“I apologize and if you wish so, I will refrain from-” he stumbled back when you shot your arms out and frantically screamed, “No!” Your eyes widened and you clamped your hands over your mouth. You weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed over your own actions or the fact that anyone walking by heard you.

Luckily you didn’t hear knocks or frantic footsteps, so you assumed you were safe. You looked away from Tenya and lowered your hands. “I-it…your words were fine just…unexpected,” you replied nervously. “And a-anyways, w-wash my face already!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms.

You knew you were like a spoiled child, but Tenya didn’t comment. “Very well, pardon my touch,” he said as he stood up and gently placed his hand underneath your chin. You closed your eyes as the washcloth touched your skin and collected the obscene dirt.

Tenya carefully cleaned your face in one swift motion, watching the once-white towel surface turn brown. “There you are. I do hope this helps your discomfort,” he said before kneeling again. “Please present your ankle. I wish to clean it and apply a warm compress to ease the pain,” you chuckled.

Tenya certainly had a way about him. You caught your breath when you lifted your injured ankle. That same shooting discomfort made you tense up. “Forgive me, I do not wish to cause you further pain. I will wash it in a quick and tidy manner,” he assured and laid the clean side of the washcloth on your ankle.

The warmth brought some comfort, but you winced as he moved said washcloth around. “There we are,” he said after a minute and looked at you. “Apologies for causing your displeasure,” he stated. “It’s…fine,” you said sighing, angry at yourself for allowing this to happen.

He folded the dirty washcloth and hung it on the side of the wash basin before standing up again. “Your Highness,” he said, bowing. “I would favor moving you toward the front of the bed as I believe it would increase your comfort if you laid against your pillows with your injured ankle elevated,” he explained, and you frowned.

Was he going to leave after this? “Mm…” you tapped your lips a few times as he removed your remaining shoe. You should properly thank him if that were the case. “Okay,” you replied and wrapped your arms around him when he leaned back up.

He nodded and carried you toward the headboard which was partially hidden by the mountain of pillows. He gently positioned you on the silky sheets and guided your head onto the said pillows. Then he grabbed a few spare ones.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure why you had so many pillows, to begin with, but assumed it was due to your status. One must ensure the Princess is happy as she is the ideal representative of the kingdom and sets the atmosphere for her citizens.

He carefully stacked the pillows next to your injured ankle and looked at you. “Please move your ankle slowly,” he said. “I will assist if you so desire,” he added, keeping a respectful and kind tone of voice. “I think I can do it,” you replied, clenching your jaw when you lifted your leg.

You pushed through the pain and slowly lowered your ankle onto the stack of pillows, sighing in relief. “Very good, allow me to prepare the washcloth,” he said, walking back to the foot of the bed. You leaned your head back and focused on the ceiling.

You could hear water swishing, followed by rapid droplets. “Here we are,” he said, approaching you again. “I will be gentle, Your Highness,” he promised before laying the second and more importantly, clean washcloth over your ankle. He then tucked it behind your heel making you wince.

“Apologies,” he said, standing up and bowing again. “But the warm compress should alleviate the pain temporarily. I will inform Ochako to provide you with a fresh one every hour,” he stated. “Are you leaving then?” you asked with a frown, reaching out to him, but he remained where he stood.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he replied, placing his hands firmly at his sides. “There are no further duties to perform here, and I must return to the training ground to retrieve your shoe and tiara. I will ensure both get properly cleaned and polished before returning to you,” your frown deepened.

The last thing you thought about was your shoe and tiara. They weren’t significant, or at least not to you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tenya lowered himself onto one knee. “Huh?” you blinked, wondering what on Earth he was doing.

“I am afraid I must apologize for my actions. I am aware I was following orders. But an act of violence toward the Princess, even in training, is an act of war against the Kingdom. I wish to abide by my duties as a knight. I wish to serve and protect you above all else.”

Your eyes widened and you pressed your hand against your chest, feeling your heart's gentle thumps. “Um…” you glanced away, with the faintest blush dusting your cheeks. You looked back after taking a deep breath and leaned over, placing your hand on his head.

“Hm?” He blinked, startled by your touch. “I’m glad you followed my orders today, and…” you paused, retracting your hand. “Stand up,” Tenya raised his head. “Pardon?” he asked, making you sigh in response. “I said, stand up,” you repeated, motioning with your hand.

He looked reluctant but stood up and placed his hands by his sides again. You smiled and traced him from head to toe. He was a well-trained knight, and you were sore you wouldn’t see his training session today, but you could still leave a long-lasting impression on him.

“Come here,” you said, beckoning him closer with your finger. Once again, thanks to his gullible nature, he approached and leaned over. “Closer,” he glanced away, looking uncertain, but leaned down further to be face to face with you.

He gasped when your hand rested on his cheek and your fingertips caressed the ends of his hair. “Y-Your Highness, may I ask what you are-” his voice faded when you leaned closer causing his cheeks to turn red and his body to tremble when you laid your forehead against his, then you slowly leaned in.

“Let me thank my knight for all he’s done for me,” you muttered. Every rational thought in his head urged him to pull away, or else he’d break the unspoken rule between social classes and intimacy. But his mind and heart were on different wavelengths.

Despite his thoughts, his body remained still even as you tilted your head and pressed your warm lips against his trembling ones. His breath hitched as if he had just received a blunt hit to the stomach, and tingles ran through his body.

This was a sensation he had not yet known. It was different from the adrenaline rush he gets when in combat or clashing his sword against another. It was more intense, more needy, and yet in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but fathom the reason why this moment. This instance of lips against each other was wrong.

He panted desperately when you pulled away, and your cheeks matched his in color. “Y-you…” he could not form the words and found little comfort in your smile. He ducked his head and scurried to the door, remembering to grab his gloves.

“I…I must leave now,” he stuttered, trying to ignore your laughter. When he closed your door, he tried to focus on breathing. You…you were the only force in this world that caused him to react in this manner. Never had he faced a more challenging foe.

He swallowed thickly and pressed his fingers to his lips, still shocked that you had dared to kiss him. While he would long to experience a relationship, his personal goals would no doubt clash with any possible romantic endeavor.

He lifted his head, glancing at the ceiling with hope flowing through his chest. Although it seemed impossible for royalty and commoners to mix. Perhaps the two of you could blur the lines between human decency and love within the kingdom.

#tenya x reader #tenya x you #tenya x y/n #iida x reader #iida x y/n #iida x you #bnha x you #iida x female reader #bnha x y/n #tenya x female reader #bnha x reader #bnha x self insert #bnha x female reader #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: one shot: 23

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delcakoo · 9 months

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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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If You Revolted Against Him

Headcanons + minific

Ft. Diavolo x GN!MC

C/W. Yandere behaviors, demon cannibalism, slight mention of self-harm and desire to attempt suicide, reader is called “good boy/girl”.

You decided to lead a revolt against Diavolo, either because you got bad influence from demons who opposed how Diavolo were running the system (but not his desire for peace) or you wanted the throne for yourself, despite being a human (somehow the crazy idea got into that little brain of yours).

Receiving the news, Diavolo only said one sentence to Barbatos and his officers “Off with Their Head” with an awfully sincere tone.

The Royal Army was dispatched to fight against you. But you proved you could stand your ground, achieving some victories. (That was why you decided to revolt in the first place. If you stood no chance, you wouldn’t have started a war against the Prince).

The Brothers were dispatched to fight you. But they couldn’t become worthy opponents of yours, either because you had become more powerful than them or they couldn’t raise their weapons against you.

Finally, your revolt army arrived at the Devildom’s capital for one last battle.

This time, Diavolo himself and his most elite royal soldiers against you and your rebellion.

Alas, Diavolo was so strong that he crushed your rebellion before any of your men could reach the giant gate to the capital.

You were captured alive by Diavolo himself while all of those who participated in your rebellion were slaughtered before your very eyes.

Most demons were thrilled and excited thinking about what punishment and torture Diavolo would give you until he would be satisfied and finally granted you mercy and let you die, and your flesh and blood would be served to him in the most lavish feast.

But the truth wasn’t like what they had been thinking.

The first time you opened your eyes after the brutal battle, you found yourself in a dark place, so dark that you couldn’t even see your hands, which, you could feel, were bound together by a magical chain. Your legs were given the same treatment. You felt that you were lying on something soft.

Where am I? You asked yourself, but your brain had already given you an answer based logical deduction. It was the dark dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle. Now the only thing you could do was waiting for a torture punishment to be carried out.

“MC, I see that you have woken up.”

You knew that voice, it was Diavolo’s. But you did not know where he stood, it was too dark here.

“Ah, let me brighten this place up a bit.” You heard a finger snap and a giant ball of light appeared on top of the two of you.

After the space had been brightened up, you realized you were inside a luxurious room and you had been lying on top of a big bed.

“Wait, this isn’t in the dark dungeon?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Diavolo replied. “This is a room I created with my power. Using magic that only demons of royal blood can do, I placed the room at the deepest layer of Devildom, where no demon dares to come since it’s the place my father is sleeping. He’s sleeping in another room, in case you’re wondering.”

“What…what’s the meaning of this?” You just wanted to scream at him.

“The meaning of this, you asked? MC, have you forgotten? I have told you not once, not twice, not thrice, but multiple times that I wanted to shut you in a dark place where I can keep you for myself. And your rebellion gave me the chance to do just that.”

“Just kill me.” You said. “I would rather die than losing my freedom.”

“No, don’t say that.” Diavolo began to caress your face. “I love you and I would never let you come to harm, either from others or yourself.” Diavolo then took out a tray of food he had stored somewhere using space magic.

“Here, eat something and calm down.”

You turned away, refused to listen to the Crown Prince.

“You have to eat to stay survive though. So EAT!”

Hearing Diavolo’s order, your body suddenly didn’t listen to you anymore. You tried to resist it but couldn’t. You were forcefully turned back to face Diavolo. Your mouth opened wide and and only closed after the Prince put a spoonful amount of food into it. Then, you began to chew the food before swallowing it. Apparently, the Demon Prince had done something to your body while you were unconscious.

“I’m glad you like the food. Let me tell you the origin of this dish. It was made from the meat of your rebellion friend.” Diavolo said as he gave you a smile.

You wanted no vomit now. But Diavolo shushed you. “Now, don’t do that. It’s not good for your health.”

After feeding you all of the food and drink, Diavolo kissed you.

“Good boy/girl.” He said. “I’ll be back.” The demon turned around and left.

“I guess the Brothers and others are trying desperately to find you in the underground dungeon right now. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized that you are no where to be found.” The Demon Prince chuckled.

“One more thing, do not try anything to harm yourself. I have casted a powerful spell on this room which not only prevents others from finding you but also prevents you from harming yourself.” Diavolo said before shutting the door, leaving you alone in the cold room.

#obey me #omswd #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #diavolo x reader #tw yandere

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heylookafanfic · 2 years

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Can I Trust You?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (angst and fluff)

Brief Summary: Eddie wonders if he can still trust you after he discovers that everyone is looking for him

Author's Note: I’m back on my Stranger Things bullshit! I forgot how much I love the show and I’m diggin this new season so mild spoiler alert if you haven't watched S4 yet :)

Word Count: 2,012

Reading Time: 7 mins, 19 secs (approx.)

Requested: No, an original

Warnings: food, reader held at knifepoint, talks of murder, spoiler alert for Stranger Things S4 vol 1, graphic description of death

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You and Eddie had been dating for about a year & everything was going great. You were Hawkins High School’s social floater so everyone knew who you were, not enough to be considered popular but a face everyone was familiar with. That meant that the entire school knew you were dating Eddie “the freak” Munson. He got the “freak” nickname back in 7th grade after a rumor spread about how he tried to eat a bat like Ozzie Ozborne did (although Eddie never did) but the rumor stuck & he just ran with it after many failed attempts to clear his name. If people get to know him like you do, they’d know he’d never hurt a fly. You got backlash & looks from being with him but being together was the best decision both of you made in your life & he always did everything in his power to make you feel like you were the only person in the world.

You remember the first time that you heard about Eddie being a suspect in Chrissy’s murder. It wasn’t through the radio or TV but when the entire senior class was staring you down Tuesday morning after the big basketball championships. Jason, the school’s star basketball player & Chrissy’s boyfriend, cornered you while you were walking to class & pressed about Eddie’s whereabouts. You knew nothing about where Eddie was or what he did but when Jason shoved the newspaper in your face, you saw the headline “Local Hawkins High Student Murdered, Drug-Dealing Classmate as Suspect”. You knew he’d never kill anyone, especially over drugs; like yeah, you know he’s a dealer but he’d rather lose product than take someone's life when it came down to it. Finding Eddie was going to be a challenge because he would take you to the most obscure places in and around Hawkins for dates. You’d lived there your whole life and never knew of the spots he took you to.

He wouldn’t hide in the most obvious places the cops would look for him at like his uncle's house or makeout rock but you were worried about him. With the whole town looking for him, his chances of survival were slim in this tiny town. Luckily, you remembered that he plays Dungeons & Dragons with some of the underclassmen & that your little brother was friends with one of them, Dustin Henderson. Fortunately, your little brother has Dustin’s radio frequency remembered & contacted him for you. Come to find out, Dustin was looking for you, Eddie was worried sick about you & asked him to make sure you’re okay. He gave you the address to Eddie’s hideout & you were on your way. As you were making your way to him, you stopped & grabbed groceries. He probably hasn’t eaten or if he has, he’s probably munching on junk food to survive. You picked up fruit, water, healthy snacks and a few bags of chips so he could stock up.

Finally arriving at the address, it led you to a little shack by the lake. It looked abandoned & you were about to radio Dustin to ensure he was correct until you heard a noise come from within. Hoping that the noise was Eddie, you walked to the shack. It wasn’t your smartest idea to go by yourself to an abandoned shack by the lake at night but it was worth the danger if it meant laying eyes on (a hopefully alive) Eddie. You were going to knock but the door was already cracked open a hair so, you decided to carefully creep in. You had a flashlight in your bag & quickly turned it on. There were a few kayaks on the wall along with a few ores sprawled on the ground but no Eddie. You carefully lifted the tarp that covered one of the smaller motorboats that was already in the water. To your disappointment, still no Eddie. As you went to reach for your brother's radio, you felt something sharp on your back.

“Put the radio down” a voice said

You sucked in a sharp breath

“Now!” the voice yelled

You threw it down & put your hands up, surrendering

“Why are you here?” it asked

“I’m just looking for someone” you said as you slowly turned around

“DON’T TURN AROUND!” the voice yelled

You quickly turned back to your original position. The object that was on your back was now on your neck.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to leave before I have to hurt you. I don’t want to but you need to leave”

“Wait, please! Let me explain” you plead

There was a silence

“Y/N?” the voice said hesitantly

“Eddie?” you asked

The knife was slowly pulled away from your neck and you were spun around. He cupped your face in his hands and you dropped the bag of groceries to do the same. He just stared at you, taking in all of your features as his heart swelled with joy. You were pulled in for a bear hug & heard his sigh of relief followed by a whimper. He looked horrible, like he was sleep deprived & physically dirty due to his wrinkled shirt & jeans having holes in it, his hair was beginning to mat as well as his muddy shoes. It broke your heart.

“I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t know it was you until I heard your voice. I’m so glad to see you, babe” he lightly sniffled

You just let him hold you for as long as he needed. It had been days since you saw him last & he needed your touch, hell, you needed his.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re not dead” you replied

After a while, he pulled away & found something for you to sit on.

“Here, sit. Tell me everything. Please” he said

“Well, first of all, I brought you groceries. I don’t know if you’ve been eating but I got some healthy snacks & whatnot for you so you don’t starve.”

He rummaged through the plastic bag & gasped.

“Doritos!”

“Yeah” you chuckled

“I know you like the nacho ones so I thought to get ‘em” you continued

He opened the bag & dug in, eating them like it was his last meal

“So I have good news and bad news” you said

He stopped chewing and looked at you with his brown eyes

“What’cha want to hear first?” you continued

“Bad”

You let out a quick breath

“The bad news is, everyone in Hawkins is looking for you. Jason wants your head on a spike, he convinced the entire town that the Hellfire Club is a satanic cult & Chrissy was a sacrifice. The cops put a curfew but no ones abiding by it. Everyone either wants you & your friends dead or in jail.”

His face sank and his skin went pale.

“I didn’t kill her! I promise!” he wept

He slowly backed away from you

“You don’t think I killed her…do you?” looking at you with glossy eyes & hurt in his voice

“Absolutely not. That’s not like you at all, Ed”

He slumped over and cried

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N. Everyone wants me dead, I haven't slept in 2 days, I can’t leave Hawkins without getting caught, I put Dustin in danger, I put YOU in danger. No one believes me about what happened to Chrissy…”

“I believe you & I don’t even know your side of the story. I just know the headlines” you interrupt

You pulled him into a hug & rubbed his back

“Tell me what happened”

He collected himself & wiped his eyes.

“After the basketball game, Chrissy asked about buying drugs off me, so I drove her to my uncle’s place. I went to my room to grab the stash while she was in the living room & the lights started flickering but I thought one of the fuses were bummy. I walked back in there to show her the stash & her eyes - they were rolled back and - she just stood there. I called her name a bunch of times and she wasn’t responding but the lights kept flickering more and more and-”

He got quiet & had a blank stare

“And what?” you say

“- She started floating.”

“Floating?”

He nodded his head

“How though?”

“I don’t know like, she was in the air and her legs snapped and then her arms and then her jaw and her eyes were gouged out and there was nothing I could do to help her & I was scared and” he started hyperventilating

“Sweetheart, you need to breathe, okay? You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow down, alright?” you said calmly while rubbing his back

You matched his breathing to help him calm down & slow his breathing. It worked.

“There you go. Breathe, baby. Listen, you’re okay now. It’s over”

“You probably think I’m crazy” he said, defeated

“Not at all but you got me puzzled as hell on the whole floating thing” you said

“I know it sounds like I’m bullshitting you or like I was having a bad trip but I promise that I wasn’t on anything that night. I would never hurt anyone intentionally”

He sighed

“I feel like I’m stuck. I can’t get out of this”

“Yes you can and I’m going to help you” you said

“How? Aren’t they after you too?”

“Not really. The cops came over yesterday and asked me where you were but I told them that the last time I saw you was before the game. They’re not really interested in me though. They’re more focused on trying to stop Jason & the basketball team from finding you”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry that you got pulled into this shit. It’s all my fault”

“Stop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. We just gotta convince Hawkins”

“How?”

“Well, that’s where my good news comes in. My family has a vacation home in Toronto. It’s about 7 hours from here. You’re gonna have to stay in the trunk until we’re well out of the county but once we get there, you can stay at the house for as long as it takes to clear your name”

“Really? You think that’ll work?”

“I don’t know but I do know that if you stay here, you won’t have long”

“How are we going to get to Canada though? Isn’t there a border checkpoint? Won’t we get caught?”

“No, you don’t need a passport to go to Canada. Just a reason. I’ll just say I’m visiting family”’

He took a beat

“Okay. I trust you completely.”

“Good. We leave tomorrow then, alright?”

“Tomorrow?! Wait, what about Dustin & the rest of the Hellfire Club? Aren’t they in danger too?”

“Yeah but Dustin already told me he’s got a plan. He’ll be okay.”

He pushed his hair out of his face & sighed

“If it makes you feel any better, once I get back from dropping you off in Canada, I’ll check on them, okay?” you said

He nodded his head.

“Now, you need to get some sleep. We have a long drive tomorrow and you said you haven't slept in two days”

“What if someone finds us while we’re sleeping?”

“I’ll stand guard while you sleep. M’kay, sweetheart?” you said cupping his face

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. Now go to sleep. You need it.”

He hugged you, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you so much Y/N”

“I love you too”

He walked to the canoe that he made his makeshift bed and layed in it. Within 20 minutes he was knocked out cold. This was probably the most peace he’d felt since Chrissy’s death. You weren’t 100 percent sure that your plan would work but you were willing to try. Smuggling a suspect across state lines, let alone the border could land you in prison but if it meant saving the man that you’d die for, it was worth it.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson angst #Eddie munson fluff #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #st s4

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rhersimp · 11 months

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Rating Every Monster in the first Fear and Hunger on how Hard they Fuck:

For the sake of simplicity, I'm specifically using this list only to talk about Fear and Hunger's Monsters. Gods both new and old won't be included, but humanoid or formerly human beings like the cavedwellers or Pocket Cat will be. Got it? Cool. I’m only making a part two if Miro sees this and demands it of me.

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1) Maneba - Something something tentacle sex monster joke yada yada. But for real tho, you'd probably get the same amount of sexual satisfaction jacking off into a plastic grocery bag in my opinion. Plus, talking to them reveals that they aren't very passionate creatures overall, so foreplay would probably suck. 4/10

2) The Guards - Probably some of the most intense dick game you're ever going to get in your life, provided that you survive it of course. Otherwise, they're pretty graceless, they can't dirty talk you, and you might lose one or more limbs. Not a great package deal for most. 5/10

3) Ghouls - Probably your most sympathetic option. The fact that they were once normal humans can abate some of the horrors if you're into fucking corpses. Not to mention that showing them love through marriage to become a more powerful being entirely. Truly a romance endorsed by Sylvian. Just keep in mind the corpse smell is there forever. 7/10

4) Lizardman – A beast for the scalies out there. These guys fight hard and fuck hard, but it's probably a little crude and simplistic. If you're a human, they're probably going to skin you alive at some point, though preferably after the sex? Don't overestimate the lizard tongue thing tho, it's not worth the hype. 5/10

5) The Night Lurch – There are just a lot of rapists in the dungeon aren't there? Like it's not just me? The dungeon must just be primo real estate to these guys I guess. Anyway, their spiny cock is probably a masochist's dream, and the extra prehensile cocks are def a nice touch, but unless you're a biastophile, they might come off a little too pushy in the long run. It would probably be a one-and-done and he wouldn't kiss you goodnight. 6/10

6) Cavedwellers - Despite the weird, semi-racist implications of their origin, I think these guys are real gentlemen underneath it all. They're likely very practiced from having nothing to do but fuck all day to stay busy, and they'd make sure that you got off before they finished. They've also got some incredible endurance, so they can wait out the long game if you need to. So long as you never attempt to have a conversation with them they'll probably love you long time. 6 or 7/10

7) Miner Spectre and Other Spectres– Something tells me that the combination of existing only as ethereal beings plus the downside of being in a constant state of bitterness and agony isn't a recipe for good head. 0/10

8) Mumbler – This is a case of 'don't judge a book by its cover'. It's sad too, cause they're constantly erect and they've definitely got the goods, but even without the explosion hazard they're pretty unwieldy and hard to smash, plus fucking them is just an increased chance of brain-eating syphilis. Also, they're just terrible kissers. 2/10

9) Greater Mumbler – Now this is a creature of charisma, of elegance and joie de vivre! Unlike their counterparts, they've really got everything going for themselves: supple bodies, sexual versatility, free will from the god of the depths. I really don't think you get much sexier than that. Yes, there's still the explosion risk and the brain illness to consider, but also consider the depthussy. High 7 to 8/10

10) Scarab – I mean, if you can talk to them it might be down to clown. They're pretty reasonable manners wise, so they'd probably try to make sure you were having a good time. There's just no real way to do anything other than hands and mouth stuff, and you can't even get them off as a thank you so the whole affair just feels one-sided and awkward (unless maybe they cum acid?) Don't get me wrong, it's okay if you do tap it, but if I were you I wouldn't brag about having done it, you know what I mean? 4/10

11) Moonless Guard – Considering that the reason this thing exists at all is because a guard convinced a moonless wolf to a marriage is probably a sign of what you're getting into here. Trying to fuck this thing looks like it comes with more downsides then up ones though, mostly thanks to a giant mouth that cannot suck or smooch you. Is the half-animal half-guard dick good enough to risk the endless track marks and the very possible limb loss? Eh. 4/10

12) Body Snatcher – This thing knows the human body inside and out for sure, and it can use its multiple arms to tickle your ass into willing submission. Additionally, as a follower of the depths, it can probably hit your prostate/g-spot pretty fast and hard. If anything, this guy is probably a show-off with how much skill its got. The only turn-off comes from the fact that it's more insect than it is a doll/humanoid puppet figure, and that's more of a matter of perspective than anything else wouldn't you say? 8/10

13) Lord of the Flies - They've good a lot of strong qualities for sure. Big and burly, fluffy, Gordon Ramsey's face, ect. They could also manhandle your ass real good to be really domineering if that's your thing. It's too bad that they're insanely smelly tho, cause unless you get hot for the smell of wet dog rot, you're probably gonna puke all over him and that might kill the mood. Still, if you can stomach the smell, they might be worth it, provided he doesn't just kill you on sight or whatever. 7/10

14) Uterus – You know, I thought these things were called mannequins before looking more into their origins. That was a simpler, kinder time of ignorance. These things were created by a very bad person for extremely niche sexual reasons. Yes, you can sex it up, but know that if you do fuck it, you've earned every bit of judgment and revulsion that comes your way babe. 5/10

15) White Angel – Now this is hunk, pure and simple. Not exactly everyone's first choice what with the lack of genitalia and their dopey-looking arms, but just look at the fucking build of this thing! This guy's prime material for rutting up against on a cold night for sure, and who says hand stuff is off the table completely? He looks like he's got a couple of malformed fingers he could stick up your holes. The whole 'him being born out of your grudges' thing is also incredibly sexy all by itself like c'mon. 7 or 8/10

16) Lizardmage – With the proficiency of the yellow mages and the lizardmen's strength you've got something special on your hands if you manage to swing one of them. It'd be an interesting challenge to make out for sure, but this is probably the closest chance you're going to get to suck and fuck a magic dinosaur. Don't you dare tell me that you'd pass that up just because 'you can't get into a comfortable position' or 'the whole affair feels a little too close to having sex with a horse' or whatever. Pussy excuses! I will actively mock you if you turn down this incredible opportunity. 7/10

17) Cavemother – If you tell me that all you want in life is to smash your frothy sex organs up against the Cavemother, my only response to that will be 'Good, about time'. This poor creature lives for the sole purpose of getting laid and if you make it your mission in life to help them fulfill that goal I think that says a lot about your good and moral character. However, this is definitely a charity project, cause I get the impression smashing this creature probably just feels like rubbing yourself down with beef jerky before you get crushed under their weight anyway. They do have nice tits that can be milked, however. 5/10

18) Crow Mauler – Easily everyone's first choice, and how could you blame them? This dude's got train engine hips that can body you in a minute and abs like a garage door. The fact that he stalks you through the dungeon determined to decapitate you in a single blow is just the cherry on top of it all really. Honestly, your chances of getting laid before he kills your ass are fairly low, but it really comes down to the kinda bets you're willing to take. If you manage to pull it off and still have a pulse you're a goddamned sigma chad beast. 10/10

19) Molded – If you've got a thing for fucking raw meat I guess these are your guys. The whole thing does vibe on like an ero guro type level or whatever. I just feel like you'd also have to be aroused by misery too though, cause these things are sad to just look at for fuck's sake. No hands, arms, dicks, or even a decent fighting strategy, they're truly pathetic. I mean idk dude, feels a little mean-spirited to entertain the thought even. 3/10

20) Blights – They're literal god dinosaurs that can fly around and eat your face off. You could probably manage a much more viscerally graphic and sensual 'magic carpet ride' scene if you were seeking romance beforehand. I'm not seeing much in the way of 'fun stuff to stuff your genitals in' however, and what's more, they kind've have a similar texture to the molded which is kinda ehhh. A unique choice and it'll give you an interesting story, but I don't see it developing into romance or much else after the deed's been done. 6/10

21) Cavegnomes - The cavemother's kids, but lord are they hella dumb. They seem so unenthusiastic about doing basic shit like even just engaging with you that I have a difficult time understanding where the apple fell in relation to the tree. If you manage to track one down and put your hot bod anywhere near them it's probably not going to last longer than a few minutes and you'll have nothing to show for the wasted effort. Good job genius, you basically just tried to fuck a bird. 2/10

22) Butterfly – Honestly fuck the cockroach king, what a fucking loser. The butterfly is sweet and has an earnest goal they're working toward. If the prospect of becoming their final form came through the two of you fucking they'd likely be down, but I somehow doubt the God of the Depths is that good-natured. If you're anything like me you'll probably want to baby him and make the whole affair very sweet, especially rubbing his lil wing nubs a bunch as you kiss his proboscis. If you are anything but gentle and sweet to the butterfly I will hunt you down myself. 7 or 8/10

23) Human Hydra – Now I know what you're thinking, 'Isn't this thing basically already just a big orgy ball of people as is? What will adding my weight actually do in the long run?' The answer is nothing! It's virtually useless! You'd have a better time losing yourself to the Sylvian bunny cult, cause at least they're not going to taunt you with COD lobby-level insults about your mom or whatever. 1/10

24) Black Witch – Just your average working-class gal living it up in the dungeon. Probably into some freaky pain-play magic stuff thanks to Gro-goroth so if that's up your alley then you're definitely in for a good time for sure. Not gonna lie tho, her lips look hella chapped and while I can completely sympathize (chapped-lipped girl gang for life), it does raise the question of how much bodily maintenance she's up kept to this point. Then again, you're fucking monsters in a dungeon so like…why am I even bringing this up? Whatever, she's got a mad sexy laugh. 7 or 8/10

25) Iron Shakespeare – The Statue of Liberty's sexy serial killer cousin. While kissing is probably off the table unless you like the taste of rusty coins, it looks like it'd be a lot of fun to spank his iron butt armor just to hear the 'PTUUUUUUUNG' sound that would come out of doing so. The fire is a bit of a hazard, and maybe you don't want to get too serious in the throes of passion as a result, but grinding up on some semi-warm metal probably isn't too different from your average night alone amirite y'all? 7/10

26) Trotur – This guy was definitely banned from most BDSM munches and it really shows. The dude does not have a safe word and does not care about whether or not you get off or not. Just a really horrible dom all around and I would not recommend giving him your Fetlife account. Like yeah, I get that there's someone for everyone out there, but I promise you that endurance is a finite resource and eventually this dude's 'I'm going to torture you past your human limits' act is going to get old. 3/10

27) Skin Granny – I'm just thinking that if that's what it'll do to your face imagine what it'll do to your foreskin amirite? 1/10

28) Salmonsnake – It's got good voring potential, and I imagine that its skin is probably very self-lubricating which gives it some points. The tongue also has some interesting capabilities, but truthfully, it comes across as a monster you'd have more fun eating seasoned than eating out. Then again, there's no rule saying that you can't do both, just make sure you tell people you fucked something closer to a dragon than an axolotl so that people will be more impressed. 6/10

29) Double-Headed Crow Mauler – I wish I could say that there's never too much of a good thing, but in this case I feel like you're not going to get a double dose of all the good stuff if you know what I mean. Still, it might be nice to have a partner coax one of the heads into some heavy petting while you go nuts on it from the other end. He'll definitely murder you both once you're done so it's absolutely worth the effort imo. 9.5/10

30) Red Man – Poor little guy, fuck Ronn Chambara's sadistic ass. This dude just needs some kisses and loving whispers and he'll be super sweet on you. It'll probably be the first pleasurable experience he's had in a long time, so don't take it too personally if he tries to smash you with his big fists at first. It might be kind've brutal foreplay, but patience and care will turn this angy boy into a gentle pile of salami. 7/10

31) Nameless – This guy is very much about quality control, so he's not going to let just anyone slob his knob. I like to imagine that he holds the exact same trials to bone him as he does to pass through the Golden Temple. Suffice to say the man (golem?) has high standards, very much so for what ultimately boils down to fucking a giant rock. Also, unless you're really into the taste of grit, this might be a make-out session worth skipping. 4 or 5/10

32) Old Guardian – A big ol' Alll-Mer simp, he's definitely going to play hard to get. Still, I don't see why that should restrict the guy from getting some game on in the meantime. Aside from his amazing fashion sense, I imagine that he and the Nameless are probably alike in many ways, the biggest of which being that they're both sentient rock people who probably fuck like rocks and have very high standards. The main difference between them is the patience of the Guardian, so chances are you can stand to fuck up a little more moves-wise around this guy and he'll be less judgemental. Well, you know, hopefully. 5/10

33) Harvestman – ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 10/10

34) Lady of the Moon – Normally I'd just chalk this up to being a Maneba on classy mode, but there's genuinely some sexual provenance here. She's got three very kissable faces and I imagine it would probably feel really nice to run your fingers through her tentacles. Sure, she might ask you to commit some child trafficking, but that's just the sort of trade-off you have to decide is worth your while or not! How far are you willing to go to get sloppy toppy off one of Rher's finest minions? And is anyone really gonna blame you for falling into the temptation? Probably, but fuck 'em. 8 or 9/10

35) Pocket Cat – Speaking of Rher's finest minions and all, I'd be remiss not to include the man, the myth, the legend himself. He's a gentleman, a man of consent and good standing and good breeding! It's too bad that you're probably too old for him in this go around, but again, I'm sure that for the small price of child abuse he'd be willing to give you a little peck on the cheek. Is it worth it? Yes. 10/10

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