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aangell333 · 10 days

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Okay your Spencer smut might be the best I've ever read, could you maybe do one about Spencer absolutely manhandling reader and just like really rough sex. Idk maybe some jealousy or a bad case and he needs to take his anger out on you, just whatever you want.

And like just really rough with like edging and overstimulation and dacryphilia and just very very rough. And maybe some sweet aftercare or something like that

I'm in desperate need for Spencer to fuck me till I'm cum dumb :))

Thank you <33

my god.

first off THANK YOU SWEETIE THATS TOO SWEET OF YOU!!

second off i’ve given the reader a thing I personally have where I kinda cum prematurely during sex 🫠 this means I get overstimulated really easily so I think it’ll pair with what you’re looking for :)

this is utter filth guys. also I KNOWWW some things are unrealistic but they’re hot so shove it.

so sorry this took so long and that the ending feels super rushed 😭

anyways enjoy!

you knew this was wrong.

hooking up with your coworker simply because this case was beating both your asses and sex wasn’t exactly presenting itself to you as a little pink box with a shiny ribbon on top.

the two of you had been going back and forth all day, snapping and jabbing at each other. theories were belittled and intellectuality degraded; everyone knew one of you was about to snap. they expected you to end up going through the dry wall or spencer out of the window.

they would never have expected to… explode in this way.

it was dirty. filthy. you both knew it.

and you both loved it.

he followed close behind you as you entered the hotel room and the door slammed behind him before his hands were all over you. he grabbed you by the upper arms, tugging you harshly into the wall. you hit it with a thud, your head bouncing off it.

you barely had time to get your surroundings before his hand was closing around your neck.

“do you get off on some sick power play to diminish me in front of everyone?” he hissed. “i’ve been doing this for years. you’ve been here for two seconds compared to my experience.”

“wow, prison sure did harden you up, huh. word from the team has it you were a little bitch before,” you could barely get your statement out before his hand was tightening, having you gasping for air as your airways closed up.

“shut the fuck up.” you would’ve snapped back, if you weren’t distracted by your buttons flying everywhere.

the two parts of the front of your now-ruined blouse were clutched in spencer’s hands. his face was the picture of rage, anger simmering in his gorgeous eyes and his lips pursed tightly.

“you asshole!”

“no. you need to be put in your place.”

you’d never been kissed with such ferocity. his lips smushed against yours, pressing them this way and that. it was messy, almost gross the way your tongues intertwined and saliva dripped. spencer pulled your hair from the crown of your head, harshly pulling your head back as his mouth immediately latched onto the column of your neck.

as he sucked and nipped, he pushed your blouse further off your shoulders the lower he went. your own fingers fumbled with his buttons, trying desperately to undo them. once your blouse was on the floor, he pulled away from you, throwing you onto the bed.

“dumb bitch can’t even undo some buttons?” he hissed, ripping your shoes off as you hastily unbuttoned your jeans.

“god, reid, shut up!” you wined as you squirmed your hips and pushed your jeans down.

“such a mouth on you.” he tutted patronisingly, rolling the sleeves of his half-buttoned-up shirt to his elbows and freeing his belt from his pant loops. “I ought to teach you a lesson.”

he chucked his belt onto the bed beside you before forcefully yanking your jeans off. he then grabbed your wrists in one hand, restraining you as he flipped you over. before you knew it, he was sat on the edge of the bed with you over his knee.

“reid!” you exclaimed as he folded his belt in half.

crack.

“ah!” your yelp sounded more like a moan, your ass stinging red.

the juxtaposition of spencer’s soothing hand and scrutinisingly-sweet voice overwhelmed your senses.

“aww, does the brat not know how to take her punishment with fucking dignity? this is what rude little girls get, you understand?” his tone boiled rage in you.

“fuck you.”

crack.

“ah!”

“count it.” he hissed.

“wha- what?”

crack.

“fucking count it!”

“one!”

“good girl.” his tone was condescending, as if he was talking to a misbehaving child trying to turn their behaviour around.

you counted every crack to your skin, your flesh burning as the belt came down on it. you eventually got to ten, your ass glowing red and cheeks tear-streaked. yet, by the time you got to ten, your pussy was soaked.

your hole oozed slick with every crack and caress that spencer administered to your cheeks. you whimpered in his lap, pressing your face into the comforter of the hotel bed.

“you dick.” you whimpered with a sniffle.

a smack to your hot rear had your back arching.

“i’ll show you dick.” spencer snarled.

he spread his legs, pushing you off of him and onto your knees between his. the stark contrast of your naked body and his fully clothed one was enough to have you grinding in your seat. spencer undid his flies and opened them, presenting his cock straining against his boxers to you.

he once again tangled his hand in your hair at the crown of your head before pulling you into his crotch. you let out a muffled whine, pushing on his thighs, but he held you still. you couldn’t move your face from his boxer shorts.

“lick.” he commanded, but you couldn’t hear him over your struggle. “I said, lick.”

it was degrading the way he had you lapping at his clothed cock like a damn dog. your tongue picked up bits of lint from the fabric of his boxers and the spot where his tip was leaking precum was damp and salty. it was disgusting. you couldn’t help but love it.

when your hands came up to the elastic of his boxers, he didn’t stop you from pulling them down. his cock stood up, taking your breath with it.

what he lacked slightly in girth, god damn did he make up for in length. he was huge, intimidating even.

“the fuck are you waiting for? what happened to the cock-hungry bitch licking my cock a second ago?” his words probed at something inside of you and you curled your hand around his cock, squeezing.

and god did you want to capture that breathy moan and head tilt that he released and keep it forever.

but his mood quickly shifted as his hands gripped your hair and shoved your face down onto his cock. gags, whimpers and tears left you as he hammered his cock into your throat, his pace relentless and bruising.

“god, this shut you up, huh? I should have you like this more often. bet you’d love it if I shut you up by shoving my cock into your mouth in the middle or the office, huh? show hotch and morgan what a slut you are for my cock. yeah? you want that attention?” he was mocking you! god knows what compelled you to hum and nod in agreement. “fucking whore. oh, look at you! fucking touching yourself?”

his cock was pulled out of your mouth, strings of saliva connecting you to it. ignoring your coughs and splutters, he manoeuvred his leg between yours, angling it so his shin rubbed deliciously against your core.

“wha- what are you doing?” you asked him, voice slightly hoarse.

“if you wanna get off so bad, you can hump my leg like the bitch you are!” he laughed.

anger flooded you, your nails biting into his calf and a frown coming over your face.

“no.”

“oh!”

his leg jolting up to meet your core had you moaning loudly. and you couldn’t help yourself. you started chasing that feeling, hips working overtime as you fully humped dr spencer reid’s leg. that was still covered by his stupid pants!

“aww, aren’t you just a needy bitch?” his tone was condescending, mocking as he lazily stroked his cock like you were simply porn material. you shook your head, prompting him to begin bouncing his leg up to meet your core. “come on, tell me what a needy bitch you are.”

“I’m a needy bitch,” you whispered out.

you found your arms wrapping around his leg as you pressed your whole body to him, still humping him.

“louder.” he ordered.

“I’m a needy bitch!” your voice is pitchy and whiny, almost screaming when he begins rocking his leg up to meet your sensitive clit.

you didn’t have to hump for long before you found your core tightening and your breathing becoming more laboured. you whimpered out how close you were, causing spencer to pull his leg from under you. the loss of balance had you falling into his knee, face smushing against the bony structure.

“wha…” you whimpered sadly as spencer pouted down at you with faux-sympathy.

“aww, is the little bitch all sad she can’t cum?” he asked condescendingly, making you sit straight again.

you sat in front of him on your knees, looking up at him with an angry pout. deciding to take matters into your own hands and stop waiting for his every order, you crawled to turn yourself around, revealing your back to him.

“what are you doing, huh?” he murmured.

you didn’t say anything, only lifting your ass up and down a few times as if you were shaking your ass on a dick. you felt it jiggle, looking back at him with a smirk. his pupils were blown and his hand loose around his cock.

“pet…” he warned and you took your chances.

still on the floor, you fell forward and pushed your ass into the air as you manoeuvred yourself into the deepest arch. you whined loudly as you did so, exposing your gooey, drooling hole to him. where you were sat, a wet patch glistened and the thin string connected to the carpet and your hole snapped. you heard spencer sigh shakily and squirmed on the bed. the sound of a zipper going back up sounded, the rustling of a button returning back to its hole.

only that’s where you’re wrong. he wasn’t squirming, he was standing.

three long fingers pushed easily into your hole, making you scream out. he kneeled over you, almost mounting you as he fingerfucked you. he was relentless, curling and uncurling his fingers at an ungodly speed. your slick dripped down his hand, sprayed over his forearm with the force of his movements and squelched loudly.

“trying to tease me?” he draped his body over yours as he hissed in your ear.

you whined pathetically, hips pushing back to meet his hand. he didn’t stop and you felt your orgasm drawing closer.

“oh god! oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m close!” you yelled out, only for his fingers to remove from your body. “wha- reid!”

“aww, I know. it’s hard being teased, isn’t it?” he asked, his tone as condescending as ever. you whimpered as you felt your orgasm dissolve.

and he plunged his fingers back in your pussy, grinning and laughing when you screamed out and your eyes rolled back. his fingers sped up and up and up until they stopped again.

each time you got close, he would stop touching you all together. he knelt over you and laughed as you begged and babbled pathetically. he was practically mounting you, you hadn’t even realise he’d pulled his cock out.

“you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, chuckling when you nodded and babbled pathetically. “of course you do.”

it was that night that you realised, you’d never experienced true pleasure until you had spencer reid fucking you like a madman.

his pace was relentless, bruising and wild. his hips slammed against your already sore ass and his tip bullied your cervix. tears rolled down your face, making him laugh.

“my little toy looks so pretty when she cries! aw, what’s the matter, princess?” he cooed mockingly in your ear.

“feels- feels so- so good…” you could hardly speak, hardly form a thought. it was too much.

you were cumming before you knew it, coating his cock in your cream. he laughed mockingly at you, hand coming down to draw little circles on your clit. you screamed and spasmed, knees giving up on you as you fell to the floor. he held you up by your hips, almost completely suspending your lower half.

“can’t even hold yourself up.” he grunted.

with one arm wrapped around your middle and the other hand at your clit, he chased his own orgasm in a haze of blinding hot pleasure. yet, you were cumming again before he was, your squirt splashing out onto his legs.

“oh, sweetheart! squirting all over me?” he laughed delightedly. “what a good girl. fuck, baby, I’m- hah- I’m close. gonna come inside. gonna- ha-ah- fill you up- fuck- yeah- claim you-”

his seed spilled into you in thick, copious amounts. you felt him fill you, your tummy swelling a little with the amount he was pumping into you.

“thank you, doctor,” you whimpered out, feeling all hazy and fuzzy.

he was panting above you, head thrown back in exhaustion.

“good girl. my good girl,” he murmured breathlessly. “let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

you’d never been pampered as nicely as you were that night.

*~*~*

“ah! spencer! ah!” derek moaned at you, high pitched and over dramatic, as you place his coffee down on his borrowed desk.

you frowned, trying to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’d rather you kept your sexual fantasies to yourself. I think that’s something you discuss with reid,” you sniped.

“I think you discusssd a lot with reid last night,” he smirked. “oh my god! just like that spencer!”

“someone clearly wasn’t paying attention. he likes it when I call him doctor.” you say, stalking away.

from his seat opposite derek, spencer grinned at him in a way that clearly said: “yeah. she’s mine.”

@wietske27

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myfictionaldreams · 2 years

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Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malfoy

Kinktober Day 27: Keeping Quiet - Draco Malofy x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, potter!sister, secret relationship, closet sex, nearly caught, hand over mouth, slight size kink, hard sex, creampie, nicknames, no use of y/n

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The corridor was busier than you’d ever seen it before as it seemed that hundreds of students had descended on it at the exact same moment, trying to push and shove each other out of the way to attend different classes in locations across the school.

This was always the worst part of your day trying to get through this stupid corridor, the hustle and bustle of students only caring about themselves as they rushed past, it was beyond frustrating.

You’d not even made it halfway down the corridor after trying to get through for what felt like a lifetime, huffing as another kid elbowed you as you ran past. Your blood was beginning to boil with frustration, if one more person hit you, you couldn’t be held accountable for your actions.

Of course, it was at this exact moment that a warm hand gripped your upper arm, harshly pulling your body in another direction. You didn’t even have time to shove them off before you realised that you were being thrown into a store cupboard that consisted of a single bucket and mop in the corner, that you hadn’t even realised that you’d been standing next to, the person who held your arm following close behind.

The stranger's hand gripping your arm continued to push until your back was against the stone wall and another hand was being forced against your mouth, cutting off any words of confusion you were about to shout.

“Shh Potter, don’t want to get caught now do we?” Malfoy looked down at you with a smirk on his cunning face, his perfectly styled blonde hair swept back like it usually was.

Smiling against his palm, you gripped his wrist and eased it away so you could speak, tone low, “really Malfoy? Anyone could walk in here, I mean anyone could have seen us come in here!”

He chuckled darkly, almost in a condescending tone that had you rolling your eyes, “but no one did see us and no one is going to come in here so stop worrying we’ve only got a few minutes”.

You wanted to argue against him but adrenaline started to pulse through your body at the sheer idea of being so close to being caught and getting away with it, it was filthy but that was Draco for you, he was always doing impulsive things, getting off on the idea of being caught.

Before your mind could overthink the situation, you’d reached beneath your knee-length skirt and began taking off your underwear, handing them to Draco who tucked them into his back pocket like he always did.

Without another word shared between you, you hiked your leg up Draco's lean body, hooking it around his waist as he unzipped his trousers, reaching in and pulling his already hard cock out in a swift motion.

Leaning his forehead against yours, bending his knees to he could line his cock with your awaiting cunt, his tip brushed against your hole, both of you sucking in a needy breath.

“Hurry up Draco” you moaned, bucking your hips closer, arms settling around his shoulder to better hold you up. The Slytherin smirked at your needy responses and simultaneously kissed you whilst pushing in his length, absorbing your moans into his mouth to keep you quiet, he knew this would be a difficult challenge for you to do.

Draco didn’t waste time once he felt you had relaxed to his size, his hips moving fast, one hand bracing against the wall over your head whilst the other helped to keep your leg high up his body.

You clung to him desperately, head tilting to deepen the kisses, wanting him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as he fucked you in the store cupboard.

Pulling back from the kiss so you could suck in a breath, Draco grinned down at you as the noise outside of the cupboard seemed to increase, somehow more students arriving only adding to the danger.

This was the exact moment that he fucked harder, his pubis brushing against your clit causing an ungodly moan to leave your lips. Luckily Draco saw it coming and quickly covered your mouth once again with his hand, ducking his face against your neck, and licking along the sensitive skin there.

“You need to be quieter than that Potter - fuck you feel so tight” he closed his eyes in concentration as your cunt clenched at his words.

Reaching up, your hands delved into his hair, finding a spark of pleasure from messing up his perfectly styled hair, Draco grunted at your actions, slowing his thrusts to pound deeply with his cock causing you to smack back against the wall.

Pulling his head down, you were now touching foreheads again looking deep into his grey eyes, your eyes pleading for him to keep going, the tension building in your core, almost like a tingling, tightening sensation that spread from your cunt and down your thighs.

Draco seemed to be slipping towards his orgasm too as he began pumping in and out of you quicker, almost desperately. He was always so in control of every situation but every time he was close to cuming his mask would slip slightly, mouth gaping open, legs shaking with adrenaline.

You were thankful for Draco’s hand that remained over your mouth as without it, you knew you would have screamed out as your orgasm pulsed through your body, and definitely would have been caught by everyone outside.

Your grip on his hair was impossibly tight, knees trembling from the position as the waves slowly dispersed, and your whole body relaxed from the post-orgasmic bliss. Draco’s thrusts became sporadic as his balls tightened to his body, cock hardening and then his cum was soaking into your cunt.

Draco wasn’t as loud as you when he came, a brief heavy breath and a full-body shiver was his only indication that he was coating you with his seed.

Pulling out, you felt his and your juices dripping down your thighs. Draco made quick work of stepping back and sorting himself out, waving his wand to wipe away any stains, running a hand through his messy hair to straighten it back to how it was and finally zipping himself back up.

You however were not so quick, still holding onto the wall for support in the cramped store cupboard, clothes scrunched up and body trembling slightly.

Not another word was passed between the two of you, Draco simply kissed your forehead in a rare show of emotions before casually exiting the store cupboard, rejoining the crowd that was still heavily present in the hallway.

Taking a breath, you pulled your wand out from your sleeve, swallowing harshly, before beginning to clean yourself. It took a few minutes to make yourself presentable again which was enough time for you to exit back into the crowd for no one to hopefully notice that Draco had just left there, a frustrated sigh leaving you as students still were packed like sardines in the school corridor.

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magpiepills · 1 month

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Sagittarius

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Ezra x f reader

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: you and Ezra in your pod.

Warnings: SMUT! PIV, helmet riding, slight bondage? Idk what else.

A word from the author: has anyone done riding Ezra’s helmet yet? No matter. Here’s mine. With gratitude to the mutuals and the magic sluts.

Your meeting was an improbability on a largely deserted moon. He had talked so sweet, so flattering, so genteel. Like chloroform on a pretty handkerchief. Lorenzo fell for it, too. Lorenzo always was a sucker.

Ezra says he’s sorry.

Sorry he tried to rob you. Sorry he shot your husband dead. Even if Lorenzo did shoot first, you had really wanted to be the one to dispatch the conniving bastard, and he took that from you. The way he squirmed and huffed now, well, that’s his own doing.

If robbery and murder weren’t great enough offenses, he’d had the gall to track you all the way back to your rented pod and barge right in. He couldn’t just get away with that.

You’d heard him. He rattled the door, forced it open, metal creaking and groaning against rusted metal followed by heavy boots thudding against the corrugated metal floor. You’d already stripped down to your tank top and underwear, a futile attempt at staving off the humid heat of Bakhroma Green. There was no time to get dressed now. You held your thrower in both hands, finger itching at the trigger and your back against the brittle plastic of the pod walls. Fool as he was, he came in head first. When the butt of your Frontiersman didn’t quite connect with the required force, Ezra wheeled around and snatched your weapon away, flinging it clear across the pod.

Incensed, you charged at him. Grabbing him, wrenching his arm back and pulling until he hollered and fell forward. You let his weight drop onto the floor, he groaned and bared his teeth, writhing pathetically at your feet. Good. Serves him right. You watched him for a moment, hands on your hips and head cocked. There wasn’t time to consider the next step in dealing with your intruder. He was on the floor and you had the upper hand. You couldn’t let him get up, that was certain.

No sooner was your mind made than you threw yourself on him, doing your best to pin him down and get him into a headlock or something to incapacitate him long enough for you to toss him back out of the ship and leave him to die. Ezra grunted and panted, bucking and rolling, trying his best to throw you off of his back. You held your own as long as you could, but he was furious and strong. In a flash he grabbed your hair and flipped you both, knocking the wind from your lungs. The ensuing melee saw you tumbling and flailing about the pod, each of you trying hard to get the other to stay still. Panting, sweating, grunting, swearing. You aren’t sure how you end up on his back, holding him with his arms bent. Thankfully, he had no energy left to fight, because neither did you. You needed to tie him up.

It wasn’t ideal. None of this was, really. It was a shit show from the start and you’ve just had to accept that and somehow get through it. You did the only thing you could do under the circumstances and you tied him up with your panties. The fabric was probably cutting off his circulation and the knot may not hold long, but it was good enough. You did your best to put out of your mind the fact that you’re naked from the waist down now. It didn’t matter if he saw, you told yourself. As quickly as possible you were going to be shoving him out the hatch and leaving him far behind.

You flipped your captive onto his back, muzzle of your recovered thrower shoved into his chest. With your adversary bound, you relaxed for a moment, catching your breath before you had to haul him out.

You traced your fingertips over his visor. The glass is thick. Scratched and pitted and heavy over his head. Behind it he’s sweating. Small beads on his forehead, nose and cheeks that gathered together and slid down to his hair. It was your first good look at him. He was pretty. What a waste. With his big, round eyes, shiny, pitch-colored things; with his nose, soft aquiline curve, and lips, pouting open now, as he looked pitifully back at you.

He kept those clever eyes trained on yours as you shuffled up closer, knees on either side of his helmet. You rapped gently on the glass, smiling sweetly down at him. You ran your hands over the cool surface, but still he watched you. You lifted the hem of your sweatshirt, and brought it up, up, up over your bare tits, and tossed it aside. You watched with amusement, tilting your head sympathetically to the side as you squeezed and lifted your tits, letting them fall again before gently pinching your nipples. “Mmmm. Feels so good, Ezra. Touch me, please. I know you can make it even better.” You whined, teasing him. He closed his eyes, brows furrowed, muttering something you couldn’t hear under his helmet. “Oh, I forgot. You’re tied up. Well, I guess if you can’t take care of me I’ll have to just do it myself.” You sighed dramatically and rolled your hips, “I think there’s still a way you can help though. You do want to be good, don’t you, Ezra? You want to keep me happy, isn’t that right?” He wet his lips with his tongue and nodded shallowly, eyelids looking heavier. You circled your nipples with your fingertips, teasing them into firm points, caressing down your stomach and your thighs.

He squirmed below you and whined when you jutted your hips forward, pressing your bare pussy against the glass. Ezra stared, frozen as you repositioned, settling right over his line of sight so he could see exactly what you were about to do.

At first your movements were small and deliberate. Your puffy lips pressed lewdly, not quite wet enough, but enjoying the hard, smooth convex of the helmet between your thighs. You watched Ezra. He was entranced, focused intently on your cunt and the reality of how close you were, and the impossibility of his desires. He wanted to flatten and spread those lips with his lips and tongue and nose and chin. He would have had you thoroughly soaked by now if it was up to him, but you took your time.

One hand abandoned his helmet and came back up to pluck and twist at your nipples. You closed your eyes and thought of Ezra behaving himself well enough to deserve having his cock sucked. It was big, you could see that through his suit. It was immediately evident that all of that grappling had stirred something in him. His environmental suit was snug over his straining erection. The thick bulge curved up and across his hip, accentuated by the straps banded around his upper thighs. It was impressive in thickness and length. Shame that a nice cock is wasted on a bastard like him. You wondered if he was cut or if there’d be foreskin to slip back with your lips. You wondered if he would want to come in your mouth, or if he wanted to paint your face and chest with his spend. You thought of how it would taste. You thought of how good it feels to make a strong man so weak.

“Why can’t you be good?” You complained, breathy and unintentional. You didn’t even register that you’d spoken it aloud until another voice, deep and craggy spoke up. “I can be good. Let me.”

It was the first thing he had spoken that hadn’t been a shouted demand, or a threat. It aggravated you. “Shut up.” You snapped at him, he hitched his hips in protest, teeth bared as he watched your arousal slowly seep onto the glass, aiding your gliding movements. It made his mouth water.

Back and forth, a salacious drag right before his eyes, he watched you use his helmet for your pleasure. The delicate inner folds, the swollen bud of your clit, the tender flesh of your lips. Every quickening movement was like a wet, messy kiss, smearing your slick across the smooth plane. He licked his lips and imagined how he would drink you down. He thought of sucking your clit between his lips to feel it twitch.

He didn’t realize how destroyed he looked. Wet and pathetic and mewling. He couldn’t even feel the way your panties bite into his wrists anymore. He didn’t care. He wanted you to have him like this if you wanted.

You hitched closer and closer to your apex with every grind of your hips. The power alone was a potent aphrodisiac, having Ezra, big as he was, under your thumb made you so very wet. He was your plaything, now. Maybe you’d keep him. Use him how you wanted. You could come on his helmet, his thigh, his cock if you wanted to. He wouldn’t fight. Not with the way he looked now. His eyes were inky black and shining, his warm breath fogged the glass above his parted lips. You rode his helmet unashamedly, caring only for your own demented pleasure.

Your orgasm felt like a slow motion electric shock. His face was obscured by the wet mess you’d made. It bubbled and dripped obscenely.

Your panting breath matched the rise and fall of his chest below you. Slowly you began the return to reason, to the reality of your situation. Reality is changeable, though and yours took a turn before your eyes even adjusted from the post-orgasmic haze.

You were on your back in a flash. Ezra was caging you in and smiling bodefully down at you, triumphant. Your face was still flushed from your orgasm, but your joy quickly soured. Your panties lay in tatters beside your head.

“Have you had your fun now?” He mocked. Your release still clung to his helmet and you licked a defiant stripe through it, never dropping his dark gaze. Ezra chuckled and held both your wrists in one hand while he flung off his helmet and tore at the closures of his suit.

“What was your plan? You use me and then what? Leave me high and dry?” He shook his head, feigning disappointment in your carelessness, all the while fighting his way out of the dirty canvas suit, pulling at buttons and straps until one arm was free and his thin, sweat-damp undershirt clung to his broad chest.

You didn’t notice when you’d stopped struggling in his grip, but Ezra certainly did. He clocked the trail your eyes made from his lips to his neck, to his shoulders and down his torso to where the elastic band of his boxers peeked out. He loosened his grip, shook his other arm from its sleeve, and puffed out his chest. His suit sagged down his narrow hips, as he reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. What a sight he was. Muscular but soft, rough but tender. The thick swell of his now turgid member pulled at his boxers.

He palmed over it, emphasizing the length with the slow drag of his hand.

He licked his lips. “Go on.” He challenged. “Tell me to be good again.”

The air inside the pod had become thick and heavy, your skin was warm and your joints all felt too loose. The snarl you had intended came out as a ragged plea of his name.

Ezra was gentler than you’d expected. He let go of your wrists with a pointed look meant to keep you from doing anything rash, and began to explore your body. He squeezed your hips, kneading the yielding flesh, then sliding his hands up your sides, letting his fingers follow the shape of your ribs. He caressed over your belly, circling your belly button with his thumb. He watched as your chest rose and fell. He slid his palms up, flat against your skin as he pushed your bare tits together.

You could feel his hips shifting against you, feel the weight of his bulge against your cunt while he dropped to his elbow to bring your nipple to his mouth. His touch was firm. You could feel the hunger and need in the way he licked and sucked at your pointed nipples. He was holding back.

“Tell me.” He repeated. His voice was deeper, gravelly.

Your eyes fluttered closed and for a moment you wondered what came next. You knew what he wanted from you in this moment, but after that? You didn’t have the strength to fight him again. You released the breath you had been holding and asked him once more: “Be good, Ezra.”

There was little resistance when he plunged into you. He watched your face as you took what he gave, the way your mouth fell open and your head tipped back as he buried himself deep in your wet heat.

He hooked his arms under your shoulders, keeping you beneath him, as if you’d dream of leaving now. He grunted with the force of his hips pounding down into you, each heavy stroke forcing breathy cries from you. “Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ezra!”

“Is this good enough?” He asked, slowing his pace and looking down into your unfocused eyes. He looked further, down the planes of your sweat-slick bodies to where he stretched you in his cock. He rolled his hips just so, catching your clit with the wet hair at the base of his cock. You came, and he could feel your pounding pulse through the thin skin of your neck where he nibbled and sucked. When your body settled he redoubled his thrusts, palming your breast and panting into your neck until the moment he pulled out and spilled across your cunt.

The pod was silent, save for your heavy breaths, and you watched Ezra with caution. He was looking around, taking in the blinking lights and muted beeping of the control panel. He looked curious. Maybe resigned. He rubbed your thigh and you lay beside him on the floor, too aware of how your initial plan of escape was now useless. Your brain too scrambled from the force of your orgasm to formulate a new one.

Perhaps fortunately, you didn’t need to. Ezra squeezed your knee and leaned over you. He kissed you slowly and tenderly. Then, quietly, he whispered against your lips “give me the starter.”

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reinerswarrior · 7 months

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Possessive and jealous Reiner angrily groping and ravaging Reader, please…

(Your smuts are awesome)

Banging On The Wall

AUTHORS NOTE- thank you sm,I’m glad you all love them- I hope that this is up to par lmao. I went a lil overboard

Warnings: overstimulation,cheating (not really) cream pie,grinding,wallsex, feral Reiner, gn reader

BAM-!

The wooden door creaked under your weight as you felt your body being shoved against it and two rough hands sliding up your stomach under your shirt as they proceeded to grope your chest in a hungry and angry way while hot breath was fanning against the back of your neck, making the tiny hairs on your neck prickle.

Grunting, Reiner grabbed you roughly by your upper arms, pinning you against the cold, unforgiving wall. His hardness pressed against your lower stomach, through your clothes. "You want me to show you how much I hated seeing you like that?" He growled against your neck as you whine and squirm in his steel hold

You had not wanted to try to make him act up, but you should of known what would happen when he caught you and Eren together with the other males lips going in for yours but you had tried to explain to him that he made the move and Reiner himself saw you push Eren away before his lips met yours, so you should’ve been able to calm the other down since you didn’t even see Reiner standing there when it happened.

“I didn’t mean to make you jealous…I’m sorry” you moan as your legs widen to give him more access to your clothed sex. "Stop talking and start begging," Reiner growls into your ear. He grinds against you harder, his erect cock grinding against your clothed sex through the fabric of his pants. "Beg for it." He repeated against your neck and it makes you squeak, feeling yourself get aroused and even more than you should from such rough treatment

“P-Please..” You whisper as your hand tangled into the back of his hair. "Please what?" Reiner asks, his voice dark and demanding. He continues to grind against you, his hips meeting yours in a rough rhythm. "Tell me what you want." He cooes,not letting you off the hook as easily as he could of but you could tell by the jealousy swimming in his now amber eyes that he wasn’t in the mood to give you any slack

“Please..take your anger out on me..fucking ravage me” You beg him as he sucked in a deep breath before he spoke. “That's it," Reiner growls, and with a quick motion, he lifts you up by the hips and presses you against the wall. “That’s what I like to hear, baby” He murmured and you felt yourself shudder at the lust dripping off the others tongue

Your legs wrap around him and you hold on tight as his clothed erection dragged against your sex. “Say it again," Reiner demands, his voice low and menacing. His fingers fumble with his belt, undoing it quickly. "I want to hear you beg for it..again” He murmured and you watch his skilled hand undo his belt as your thighs quiver. “Reiner..baby..ravage me like the beast you are” You coo in a needy tone,and you were thankful you only had on underwear and a shirt at this point,your pants long ripped off.

“Good," Reiner growls, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He pushes your underwear down to your thighs, exposing your hole. With a fierce growl, he slams his hard cock into your waiting entrance. Your back arches when you feel the hot erection force it’s way inside you and a whine left your throat while his balls rested against your ass

"Fuck," Reiner groans, his hips slamming into yours in a rough rhythm. He's possessive and demanding, claiming you as his own. There's no finesse to his movements; he's all about taking what he wants with an animalistic force. “R-Reiner! You're so rough...“ you whimper,your body arching under his, trying to match his pace. Your chest heave with each harsh thrust, nipples hardening from the sensation. "R-Reiner...” you repeat

Reiner's thrusts grow even more forceful, his hips slapping against yours in a primal mating dance. He bites down on your neck, leaving a mark as he takes what he wants with a growl. "Mine," he grunts between ragged breaths. “Not Erens..your all mine” He rasps against your neck and you squeeze around his cock,making him groan against your marked neck. You moan, your eyes rolling back as you feel the bite mark form on your neck. Despite the roughness, you can’t help but to feel yourself craving more of this possessive onslaught . "R-Reiner..." You pant, your body trembling slightly under his onslaught “m’ all yours baby”

Hearing your words, Reiner growls low in his throat. His hands grip your hips tighter as he pistons into you, driving deeper with each thrust. The head of his cock brushes against all of your sensitive spots, sending shivers down your spine. Your back rubbed against the wall with each thrust and as he hit your sweet spots,your eyes roll back and your legs wrap around his muscular hips while you tighten. “Reiner I’m gonna cum-!” You wail and You feel Reiner respond.

"Cum for me," Reiner groans, his hips bucking wildly. He's close too, the feel of your tightening around him driving him wild. His cock throbs inside you, about to erupt. "Y-yes," You whimper, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast the moment you heard him command you to finish. You are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts as pleasure ripples through your body, and your walls clenching around Reiner's cock as you cum hard around him but then instantly feels that he’s about to unload inside you and you gasp out a warning. “N-Not inside-!”

With a roar, Reiner continues his wild thrusting, showing no sign of slowing down. His cock feels like it's on fire, and his seed spurts deep inside you making you gasp in horror. He growls loudly, his climax shaking him to the core as he shudders next to you,panting heavily as his erection twitches,spurting it’s potent load inside of you.

Your nails rake up his back as you whimper in pleasure “R-Reiner-?! Y-You came inside!” You exclaim as you beat his back with your hand but it does nothing to him “do you know what that means-?!” But your a whining mess as he never stops moving and Reiner lets out a low laugh, still pounding into you. "Do I look like I care?" He growls, his body trembling with pleasure. His cock throbs inside you, milking your walls dry of their love juices. "You're mine,baby...”

You cry out and clench over his cock,your insides overstimulated and you could feel how hot his cock was,and by the trembling of his muscular thighs,you could tell he was overstimulated but tried not to show it. "Mine," Reiner growls, his seed pushing deeper into you. His hips buck wildly, sending spasms of pleasure up your spine. You're his now, completely claimed. The knowledge sends a shiver down your spine. but his voice was changing into whimpers and he was feeling weaker from overstimulation,his balls throbbing and you rub his shoulder blades,

“Cmon Reiner..you can do it..” You murmured “make me yours” you were secretly hoping that he wouldn’t collapse because you could tell by the way his face was straining that he was fighting and using every bit of his strength to try and milk a second orgasm out of you both. Reiner's eyes roll back in his head, his body shuddering as he tries to maintain control. His cock twitches inside you and his thighs struggle to keep him standing as his thrusts got choppy and he knew he needed to finish fast or change positions

You continue to murmur sweet things to him as the beast against you shudders and delivers fast and sloppy thrusts inside you and you feel him wobble. “M-Maybe you should..ah-..sit down?” You suggest as his sweaty torso pushes and pulls against yours but he doesn’t listen. Reiner's eyes snap open, his beast-like instincts taking over. With one last mighty thrust, he hollows his cheeks and releases his hot seed deep inside you. His body shudders as he moans out in release, his thighs finally giving out from under him.

“REI-!” You yelp as you feel him give way underneath you and you hold onto him for dear life as you slide down the wall with him. “Please..make me cum..just a little more Rei-!” Reiner's hips grind against you, his cock still pulsing out his seed inside you. With a groan, he reaches down and grips his own length, stroking himself roughly as he tries to bring himself back to full strength enough to fuck you to completion. You were used to his stamina so it wasn’t that new to go multiple rounds but not so soon after the other burn you figured he just wanted to claim you completely but you could tell he was reaching the end of his stamina “baby..y-you dont have to..”

"Shh," Reiner breathes, his voice rough from exertion. "I want to." He groans again, his hips bucking against your hand. "Just a little more." Reiner groans, his hips grinding against you. "Just... let me." His voice is strained as he pushes one last time deep inside you, holding himself there as his muscles shudder. You moan at the feeling of him pressing against your sweet spot and you reach down to rub your sex to get yourself off faster because the poor male above you between your thighs was trembling and you knew he was going to cum dry when he did cum again.

Reiner groans as his hips buck against you, his muscles quivering with the effort. His cock twitches inside you and he grinds out, "F-Fuuck..." his movements were sloppy and erratic as he struggled to coax a orgasm from his empty balls. As your hand worked yourself harder, you were quickly reaching another one of your climaxes as you lay back against the wall with the male hunched over you between your legs. “Fuck, yes!" Reiner growls, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to fight through the overstimulation. His body shudders again, and he groans out, "Nngh, so close."

You could feel every heartbeat pulse through his chest and his cock as you clench upon him and practically wail out in complete ecstasy and you convulse under him and your orgasm squirts out and makes a mess everywhere as you chant his name out like a prayer. You fall back Reiner's body tenses as he feels your orgasm. His eyes fly open, watching you squirm beneath him, his cock throbbing inside you. "Y/n!" He roars, his voice filled with primal lust and pride. You collapse on the floor,completely fucked out as his eyes stare down at you and his hand slides up your chest to your neck, squeezing it.

“Your fucking mine,baby…don’t- ngh-!..forget that-!” He growls before erupting inside you, his seed shooting out against your walls with more force than anything so far and you were shocked he had anything left but you couldn’t think as he flopped down on top of you,panting like a dog while his whole body shook

Neither of you could speak after that, instead you two cuddled and it was Reiner who spoke up,his voice wheezy and hoarse.

“I-I fucking love y-you,please don’t ever l-leave me”

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itwasthereaminuteago · 19 days

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He laughs, the cocky fucker actually laughs as he gets the upper hand over Frank, almost knocking all the air from his lungs in shock as he shoves the bigger man hard up against the hallway wall.

The taste of those smirking lips is still riotously fresh on his own as Frank grabs a brief breath, his brain still trying to catch up and comprehend what was happening. The Devil of goddamn Hell's Kitchen is pushing him around, spreading him open, touching and feeling with ungloved hands and a hungry mouth and Frank is letting him, because- because...

"Red, Red..." Frank's strained voice is a surprise even to himself, the way it sounds so desperate in his confusion as the other man has fingers gripping firmly around his jaw as his tongue flicks up the side of his neck, following the line of Frank's jugular vein. He's never felt so weak.

Their bodies couldn't be any closer, even when they were kicking lumps out of each other before, Frank could never have imagined how welcome the pressure and friction of this particular pain in the ass of an altar boy could be. Frank hisses as Red shifts slightly to get his teeth involved, the thick crimson Kevlar of that perfectly fitting suit not preventing him from feeling the heat of his body through it. The Devil leans in, as if reading Frank's very thoughts, forcing his thick thigh between Frank's already spread legs.

"Fuck!" Frank grits out, and Red actually has the gall to shh-shh-shh him before raking the edge of his teeth along the skin of his neck. He can feel that wicked smile seeping into bones. Frank's head snaps back against the wall in submission, the only fight left in him is to make sure this is happening, to reach out his arms and not let him stop.

The broken light down the hall flickers, silhouetting the sharp, curved points of the helmet Red's still wearing. Frank grabs hold of it, he wants that taste again, he needs to feel that sure way Red slips his tongue against his like it's nothing, like there was never any line crossed, like it didn't matter if they couldn't go back to the way it was before.

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twigg96 · 9 months

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Hello my sweet lovelies. I’ve been trying to write some more Daryl X Y/N and thought what better way to get started than doing the Fluffy and Naughty Alphabet HCs! 😊 so please enjoy the start to my little 52 HC journey!

Daryl Dixon’s Fluffy Hc Alphabet:

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Daryl loves a partner that cares a lot about other people. Those who put themselves before the betterment of the group are not people who Daryl can ever get along with. He finds kindness, compassion, honesty, and openness attractive in particular.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/ flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

Daryl doesn’t conventionally tease his partner. But in an unconventional world he thinks their version of teasing fits right in. Instead of the jovial picking other couples do, Daryl will often come over and say nothing but simply take a bite out of his partner’s food, smiling devilishly as he continues on his duties. While walking on patrol together, Daryl and his partner will go from walking hand in hand to playfully bumping each other to shoving each other off the path and into the plant life that lives along the side of the road. Neither partner can always read the other’s emotions so if Daryl is in a dark head space he will lash out if his partner tries to tease him. The same however can be said too for his partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Mr. Dixon is not into PDA. He doesn’t like people having the upper hand on him with information that could be used against him. Plus he’s really really busy a lot of the time. It’s not until the pair are alone either in the darkness of the night or shrouded in the forest that he allows himself to become more vulnerable. Taking his partner’s hand when there are no Walkers about he rubs his thumb over the back of their hand as he whispers plans about the day to come.

In the dead of night he’ll pull his lover close letting them cuddle close to his chest. He’d run his fingers through their hair. It would be a peaceful silence with a few shared kisses simply listening to their shared breaths and heartbeats. As sleep over takes them both and the last thing either of them hear is “I love you” from either partner.

But Daryl isn’t all innocent and shy all the time. Sometimes when things are good he’ll come around and smirk at his partner as they work. Walking up as they bed over he pinches their ass and covers their mouth telling them to meet him in the house in ten minutes.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on Are they creative with their date ideas?)

In the post apocalypse there isn’t really time for what we would consider real dates. There is no movie theater. No restaurants. No Pools. No beach. No hotels. Daryl couldn’t do the things he really desperately craved to do with his partner and it killed him. This topic has sparked more fights in your relationship than either of you would ever care to admit. Daryl wanted to provide for you and take you out on real dates. You however saw the sweet scenic bike rides you both took as date enough. His partner saw scouting ahead on a peaceful day as a date. Or even just doing nothing within the walls talking about everything. Eventually you both agree to disagree.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner's chicken sandwich)

There is no room to be picky after the turn. With good food so scarce if someone didn’t like dinner that night they just didn’t eat. But Daryl hated it when his partner didn’t eat. So he went out of his way to find food they liked when dinner was something he knew they wouldn’t like. He’d offer them the stuff they like off his plate and took the food they didn’t like. No problems or fuss. He loved you.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Seeing you survive. Daryl couldn’t live with himself if he ever lost you. And he knew that it was unrealistic to try and expect that his partner would live well past when he would live. That he would die long before his partner and be waiting wherever it was on the other side for them. But it made him so sick thinking about the opposite so he simply did his best to keep you safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

Daryl was extremely caring in his love. He may not always show it or even say it but he is always thinking about his partner’s wellbeing. He looks for safer paths to take when they scout together, ones they can’t be ambushed on or that are easier to walk on. He always checks you over for cuts and bruises when he sees you before hugging you too tight or kissing you. He is on high alert outside of the camp at all times ready to protect. He gives his food to you when you need it.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don't mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

Oh sweet lord. Yes. This man is a hot head. He is like a volcano. Full of anger and negative emotions that when placed under pressure will make him explode and cover other in the anger and negativity. But understand that this is a product of a horrifically broken home. He tries like hell to keep from erupting all over you. But sometimes it just happens and he never means for it to get as out of hand as it gets.

Daryl gets mean when he’s pissed. He gets nasty and spiteful. He will pull up shit from past fights just to fuel the fire of the argument and keep it going until he feels like you’re just as pissed off at him as he is at himself.

Whatever you do… do not give this man alcohol and expect him to be ok. He is an angry drunk and has no self control. He will get into an argument sometime into the night and it will be more than either of you can handle.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

Before the turn you both enjoyed bike rides and the occasional night out.

But now that the turn happened, you both like the time you spend together hunting and scouting. You both love providing for your camp. And you both still love riding.

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Sweet God yes he’s very jealous! He trusts Rick more than anyone in the group but he looses his mind when you walk into Rick’s house alone to babysit Judith alone to just let the ex-cop sleep. One time when you all first moved to Alexandria a guy outside the walls approached you, Daryl, and Aaron asking if you wanted to go with two real men for a night of “fun”, Daryl beat him into a bloody pulp for thinking about it.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

Yes. If the world had never changed. If the dead never walked. He would give you all the children in the world, even though the thought of being a dad scared him more than anything. But now. He worried about the life his children would live. He worried for their safety. He wanted them so much but to put them through hell just because of his selfishness… he didn’t know if it was right.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

Daryl loved waking up next to his partner each morning. He loved looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing that silent communication was all they needed. He loved the feel of their hand on his telling him it was ok. He loved knowing that without gaining to look you always had his back and he had yours. He loved feeling safe and secure for the first time in his life and he hoped with all he had he gave them the same feeling.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

At one point before the turn he actually bought a ring for his partner. He wanted to marry them and do the whole family thing. But once the turn happened that all got shoved onto the back burner. And while you and Daryl never really “got married” you both consider yourselves one step above boyfriend and girlfriend in this new life. Whatever that means to you both and no one opposed it.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Daryl refuses to tolerate a partner who intentionally hurts someone he loves. Betrayal is something he’d been through a lot in his life and he can’t imagine if his partner ever betrayed him.

Letting Daryl protect you is crucial. He can’t stand to loose you and if your constantly throwing yourself into harms way even when he advised you not to it will spark arguments

He must truly and fully trust his partner in their entirety. He wants full honesty from them. If they lie once he considers it a complete breach of trust and it will take a long time to heal that.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue - he sees his partner as the color blue. They are truthful, merciful, loving, tranquil. They remind him of the sky on a clear day. They are calming and serine and they always manage to make him smile even when he wants to scream. He thought of you in his darkest times and felt the most free from all his problems.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

If Daryl would have gotten the chance he would have gotten down on one knee in your favorite spot after a long bike ride feeling you pressed up against his back.

But now it was in the Prison that you two talking jokingly about marriage. What it must have been like to do such a thing and have children. Daryl pulls an old ring on a chain out from behind his shirt. It’s aged. A little tarnished. He tells you about his failed plan. Smiling he tells you that he kept the ring as a piece of you to hold close you his heart.

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

He is the ultimate King! Daryl goes out of his way to make sure that his partner is well taken care of and happy.

God forbid the day that the two of you are ever separated either by accident like at the Prison or by force. He will put his body through the ultimate test and hell in order to get back to you. Everything that stands in his way are simply obstacles to overcome. Day and night he will search until he finds you and if someone has you... god rest their soul.

He is always willing to share. Food, heat, shelter, water, medicine... whatever you need in order to survive.

Daryl can communicate with his partner with just a look. He loves them whole heartedly. He can just feel when something is wrong. It's like a sixth sense. No words are ever needed to be said. However he is always willing to listen if you need to talk.

Family is direly important to him. If you ever were to start one with him he would become all the more protective.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

He made you a necklace...

The day that a good friend of yours turned...you were heartbroken and distraught. You refused to leave your cot in the prison for a full day. You had seen it before. You had even seen other friends turn and it affected you but never like this. Daryl hated seeing you like this. So taking a walk and giving you space he started looking. Looking for things that reminded him of you... Of brighter days. It was then he realized... that was exactly what you needed.

And so he started to look for things to brighten you. To make you smile. Things that reminded you of your lost friend based entirely off of stories you told of them. He found a shiny stone deep in a river bed recounting the tale you told him of the day you and your friend went tadpole hunting when you were young, splashing each other with the mud. A blueish black feather laid perfectly on a rock and reminded him of the myths his mother used to say about the crows and ravens bringing peace to those who grieve. A discarded bear tooth reminded him of the first time you had introduced him to your friend, the three of you hunting into the evening only to find a hare and two squirls.

Tying his treasures onto a long piece of twine he fashioned a necklace and brought it home to you placing it around your neck and telling you it would all be alright.

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Having met Daryl before the turn, you both had more than your fair share of kisses. But your first one... well Daryl claims it was an accident. A heat of the moment reaction of passion.

Merle had been hounding you all day. He had known you were dating Daryl but to him it was just a word until he saw the proof. You were outside with Daryl at the time. Watching him work on Merle's POS truck when Merle came home from work on his bike. The older Dixon immediately swooped in and tried to get fresh. Playing grab ass and trying to get you to go inside with him. Daryl flipped his shit. Throwing the tools to the ground Daryl flew into a rage, pushing Merle away from you and into the house. He was still pacing for 20 minutes before you were able to get him to look at you. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close, gripping your hair and kissing you deeply, muttering that you were his and his alone and if any man touched you like that again he'd cut their hand off. Needless to say he didn't get done with Merle's truck...

Now that the world is upside down Daryl tries to be more purposeful with his kisses, he wants them to mean something if they're the last they are ever to share as a couple. It was hard for his partner to understand at first... but he explained that he would hate it if he kissed his partner simply to end a fight no other meaning behind it and something happened. He wanted passion and romance behind his every action while they had the time.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

God... does Daryl want to travel with his partner. He often dreams of the days before the turn. Dreams of taking you to far away places. Safe places. But the world is no longer that place... and so he tries to stay realistic in his waking life. Safety means stability. If he can have a stable life with you then he can start a family... He simply wants a safe stable place to settle... but he knows that may not always be possible. And so he roams looking for the perfect place for you both to live out your days.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Daryl is incredibly reserved. He always has been. He doesn't like the attention that PDA brings. He would much rather recede to the privacy of the forest or a darkened room/hallway than to make his move in front of the others. If Daryl was ever to talk about his personal life it would be to Carol (for advice and advice only about his partner's wellbeing) or Rick (To ask for dating advice/ and maybe to brag)

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

While holidays no longer exist and have no meaning after the turn, he often thinks to the only holiday he ever got to spend with his partner, properly.

It was Christmas. A holiday he and Merle had long since forgotten. One they had abandoned long before either of them were out of primary school but still knowledgeable enough to decipher that Santa Claus was a classist jackass. You had insisted they each give it a shot. For you. No religion involved just free shit. Daryl was hesitant. He didn't want to be disappointed again. Merle however was defensive. He wanted nothing to do with the holiday and often ridiculed the entire idea of it in it's entirety. But... the two relented after hearing that you would be cooking for them all weekend long. Merle complained and bitched the entire time you decked the halls of their trailer. "This sparkle shit better come out of my God damned carpets! I don't need ta find it in June!" You couldn't find a tree at a price any of you could afford but Daryl cut the biggest limb off a nearby pine and hoped it would be good enough. You were able to make stocking for each of the boys and on christmas eve you stuffed them with gifts and laid their presents under the makeshift tree. In the morning... they both stared at you nervous and akward. Like they both wanted to move and tear into shit but were scared they'd get in trouble. So you sat them down and handed them gifts. It wasn't much. You were working with a waiter's salary... but it was more meaningful to either of them than you ever knew. When Merle growled, embarrassed he didn't get you anything you simply said that spending the day with them meant more to you than any gift and you thought... for a second, that you watched both men's hearts grow three sizes that night.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

Daryl will pull shit up from the past and use it against his partner to start a fight. He does this the most when he's feeling shitty about himself or a situation he's in and can't fix. He wants his partner to be just as upset and angry at him as he is with himself.

He has a really... really bad drinking problem. He is a mean drunk. If he wants he will find alcohol and drink in front of his partner knowing they hate it when he acts vindictive and hateful.

He gives the best silent treatment in the entire apocalypse. He could exist completely silent for literal weeks. (please do not mistake his need for space with the silent treatment. He gets over stimulated a lot and needs space)

Straight up disappears for days without ever telling his partner where he's going or when he'll be back. This gets worse after the Sanctuary.

Calls them pet names they despise (this is normally in retaliation to pet names they give him)

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Daryl misses his partner so much when he's out on a run that lasts longer than a day. He worries about them constantly. If he can't bring them then he tries to bring a part of them, something to remind him of them. A trinket he can worry until he can get home. But if he can't or it's an emergency and he didn't have time. He always has a matching tattoo on his arm that you both got on your one year to remind him to come home to you...

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

If you find clothes that fit him out on runs he'll look at them and choose to wear them or not. Sometimes you bring home baby clothes to pick on him when he's being a big baby bitch. Other times you bring him clothes you know he's never going to wear just to fuck with him. He never says it out loud but he thinks this is funny.

#fluffy headcanons #fluffy headcannon alphabet #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl twd #daryl x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl hc #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fluff #spotify

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luimagines · 1 year

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A Kabedon Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2 will have Wind, Sky and Four.

Content under the cut!

Wind

“Wind, give it back!”

“Nope! You have to catch me!”

You huff, almost screaming in frustration before you turned to one of the older boys for help. “Can’t you get it back for me?”

They looked at you with sympathy but the growing smile on their face, no matter how smothered, was telling you that they found the whole thing amusing and weren’t going to help you anytime soon.

You stomped your foot in frustration, turning back to go chase after the pirate.

“Link!” You screech, trying to lose the distance once more. “Give it back to me!”

“Nah!” He laughs maniacally, dancing around your outstretched hand. “You’re going to have to take it from me.”

You’ve just about had it. This direct attack wasn’t working. You’re going to have to outsmart him. And if you allowed yourself to think it, you were willing to bet that it wasn’t going to be that difficult.

You turned directions, going opposite to where Wind went and ran off. Some of the other called out your name in concern, thinking Wind might have pushed you too far. But Wind followed you instead.

“H-hey!... I’m sorry! Come back! We’re not supposed to go off alone.”

You didn’t listen and found yourself hiding amongst the trees as Wind called out your name time and time again.

You waited for him to come closer before you decided to go through your incredibly impulsive plan.

Wind called your name, sounding more concerned as the seconds passed. “Please don’t do this. It’s not safe! You know this.”

Just a little closer.....

Wind looked around, walking slowing as he searched for you. You crept around the trunk of the largest tree in the area, keeping your steps quieter than your breath.

You eventually found yourself behind him.

And you tackled him.

“Give it back!”

“AH GOD!”

You both tumbled through the fallen leaves. Limbs flew everywhere, each trying to get the upper hand. Somehow, you both got back to your feet amongst the chaos. You didn’t even have time to gin your footing again before you shoved him against the tree, trapping him between your arms.

“Got you!” You grinned, feeling incredibly proud of yourself.

Wind blinks owlishly at you, wide agape and slack jawed. His eyes search all around your face. It’s as if he’s found a bountiful treasure map but he unable to make sense of it.

You snatch your precious belonging out from under him and hold it up to his face. “I win.”

Wind gulps and lets himself sag. “....I guess you caught me...”

“I did!” You cheer and begin to head back to camp without another thought. ”Lets go.”

“...Right...” Wind follows you. “You had us worried for a second.”

“Well you shouldn’t give me a reason to worry you.” You’re not entirely sure what that means but it feels the right thig to say. Zelda said it once and you’ve been inclined to repeat every now and then. Zelda always wins the fights she’s in so it must be true.

He started it. You just finished it.

Sky

“I can’t believe you.”

“I can believe me.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Well I do.”

You and Sky were walking back from the market with the bags of your spoils in hand. The banter was easy and companionship was appreciated, even if the progress was a bit slow.

“How are going to explain this to the others?” You sighs, shaking your head.

“Easy. Just say it was my idea.” Sky explains. “There’s no reason why you have to-”

“Stop talking.” A sound came from the left of you and you’re not willing to trust the maker of it.

“Rude.” Sky keeps talking anyway. “I’m just saying there’s no reason for you to deal with it when I’m willing to take full responsibly-”

“Yes, yes, my hero- shut up.” You wave your hands frantically, trying to get him to cooperate.

“I’m just saying-”

“Stop saying stuff!” You push him away into a nearby wall, thanking your lucky start you also managed to push him into an alley way. With your hands over his mouth and your body against his, you strain your ears for the footsteps that seem to steady come in your direction.

Thankfully, Sky finally gets the message.

The footsteps pass, but you’re not willing to let go of the young man next to you just yet. Just in case.

The seconds begin to pass and the footsteps fade away until you can’t hear them any more. You let out a short breath of relief and finally step away from Sky.

He also lets a breath out and goes to step away from the wall but you keep him pinned against it with a single finger. “Don’t even think about it.”

His eyes dilate and fixate on yours.

“You could have just costed us this entire trip.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Learn to take a hint.”

“...Sorry.” Sky gulps.

You huff and move away enough for Sky to peel himself from the wall at last. “Alright. We’re going to have to be quick about this now. It would only be a matter of time until they catch our scent and track down that we were here. Let’s go. We have to get to the others.”

You begin to walk away, taking the bags of groceries with you as you go. When you turn to see the young man, you find that he’s still close to the alley way, having not moved much since you puled away.

Annoyed at his behavior, you charge back over to where he is and take his hand. “Are you sleep again?” You tease. “Come on. We have to hurry.”

Sky coughs, finally picking up speed to match yours. His grip tightens around the other bag in his hand. “Right...”

Four

That’s it!

You had had it.

This boy. His smug nature. His arrogant demeanor. The way he teased, and teased and teased. The thought makes your blood boil from your frustrations alone.

He was such a pain in the neck. And yet he only showed this side to you. It was annoying. He was annoying.

You’d show him.

You’d show him once and for all.

You didn’t to wait long for your plan to be put into motion. When the group was out walking for the next leg of the journey, you knew that he would single you out just to see you blush and fluster until your words failed you. But not this time. This time you were going to swallow your pride and show him what for!

You tried to keep your walking speed where the people behind you be far enough away to buy you time but you weren’t walking fast enough to run into the people ahead of you.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Four smiles next to you. “I hope the weather stays nice. I would like to think that maybe nothing bad is happening when the day is as cheerful as this.”

You bite your lip, moving close to him. He doesn’t notice and he moves with the flow, keeping the same space between you both.

“I was hoping to walk by you again.” There it is. “You are my favorite person here.”

Darn it! So strong and right out the gate to boot. You can feel your cheeks heat up, but force yourself to swallow it down. You step closer again, pushing him further off the trail. “Thank you.”

Four nods, sending you a bright and cheery smile. The jerk. “That being said, I was wondering about the next time we get into town. We would need to get more food and supplies, obviously. But I want to go see if there’s worth noting. And I’m not talking about information gathering. Would you mind being my companion for that?”

You feel the words die in your throat. “Mhm.”

“Great!” Four beams. “Awesome!”

You can feel yourself flustering more. That’s not fair! You had a plan! you can’t back out now.

You growl and push Four against a nearby tree. The action takes the boy by surprise. Good. You wanted that to happen.

Four’s eyes get blown wide as he registers how the space between you has vanished nearly in its entirety. Slowly, his face also begins to turn a lovely shade of pink. His eyes meet yours and he swallows. “Hey-”

“Shut up.” You’re breathing a little harder than you want to admit but you carry on. “Stop being annoying charming. Stop disarming me. Stop attacking my brain with your offhanded comments. I can’t take being struck stupid every time you so much as open your mouth. It’s my turn.”

You push him closer to the tree, making sure you’re chest to chest, emphasizing your size difference. “Do you know how frustrating it is to have to deal with your dazzling smile or your pretty perfect eyes or knowing that you’re easily the smartest person here and yet you use your incredible intelligence to toy with me.”

“I’m nOt.” Four squeaks.

“Well you have some end goal!” You frown.

“I don’t.”

“Shush!” You can feel yourself slipping. “Not another peep! I’ll go with you into the town but by the three, I’m not playing this game!”

Four nods hastily. His jaw clenches but he finds himself only staring into your eyes.

“Ok, good. Glad we’re in agreement then.” You pull back, feeling the shame of your impulsiveness creep up your neck. “Now if your excuse me...”

You skitter away, leaving Four by himself against the tree.

Four puts his hand over his heart and slowly lowers himself to the forest floor. His swallows hard and stares into the space where you just where. He’s still not entirely sure what happened, but he finds himself unable to think about anything other than the way you looked as you pinned him there.

Part 3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

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Chapter 3: The Boss

Hyrule’s heart raced as he stood frozen behind Four, staring up at his captor. He hadn’t expected the man to come back, but he should have, two days alone then a visit, he should have anticipated such an obvious pattern! They didn’t want him dead, after all.

Well, he didn’t know what they wanted. He didn’t recognize this Hyrule, so they couldn’t want his blood, but no demands had been made – they’d dragged him here, locked him up, and left.

Four’s arrival had been a relief, but now…

“I asked a question, kid. How’d you get in here?” The man's voice was mean and gravelly, and the shiver that coursed across Hyrule's shoulders had nothing to do with the cold of the cellar.

Four's voice was steady as he answered; Hyrule had to wonder how he could stay so collected. “We’re not kids, and it doesn’t matter. Let us pass, sir.”

“Not a chance,” the man hissed. “No one's leavin' here ‘til that Captain gives us what we’re due!” He turned his head slightly, keeping the two heroes in his sight, and shouted over his shoulder. “Vitch, Toralt, come help me with the rats!”

Two men, both as tall as Warriors, appeared at the top of the stairs, faces spreading in matching malicious grins before they shoved past Four and grabbed Hyrule's upper arms in a bruising grip.

Four turned with a defiant shout, but was too late. Their reaching fingers brushed each other briefly before Hyrule was dragged backwards down the stairs. A cold sweat broke out across his body as he watched his original captor wrap meaty hands around Four's upper chest and neck, pinning the smaller hero in place.

Hyrule fought against his captors as best he could, but with no food and very little water he just didn’t have the strength, magical or otherwise, to do more than strain his shoulders again in their hold.

Physically and magically exhausted, he could only hang his head in defeat as his wrists and ankles were fastened back into their chains and the box was kicked away. Some Hero, he thought bitterly as the two men left. Can’t even escape properly. Maybe Four would’ve been better off if he’d –

His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a dark chuckle, the sound of a harsh impact, and a muted cry.

No…Four cried out again, and at the sound of his brother's pain a sudden surge of energy erupted within Hyrule's limbs. Desperately, he yanked at the chains binding him. New bruises bloomed around his wrists and ankles; a horrible pop sounded along with a pulse of agony as he dislocated his left thumb.

The chains refused to budge.

Frustrated tears welled in his eyes as he hung helpless, his brother's cries fading to silence.

The three men soon appeared in the doorway, the two taller ones dragging Four's limp form between them. Hyrule's original captor – the Boss, he decided – held Four's scabbard, shield, and pack, dumping them by the front of the room without ceremony as Four was chained to the wall with his arms behind his back, feet left free. Hyrule looked him over as best he could - Four's face and tunic were scuffed, but he didn’t see any blood.

The Boss approached Hyrule where he hung, a sneer on his lips at the sight of the tears drying on his face. The giant man pulled something from a pouch at his waist and held it near Hyrule's mouth – food! Stale bread and cheese, but he’d take anything at this point.

Hyrule ate eagerly, then gratefully gulped down as much water as he could in the few precious seconds the Boss held an earthen jug to his lips. If their pattern held, this was all the sustenance he’d get for the next two days.

The men left without a word, just like last time, and Hyrule sagged as the adrenaline from the last hour drained away. His left hand hurt, but all he could do was breathe. Breathe, and try not to feel selfishly grateful that, at least this time, he wasn’t alone.

“Four?” he called softly, turning his attention to the smaller hero.

#SilvrAsh writes #glassbound #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu hyrule #lu four

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freckle-face-ace · 1 month

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Portgas D Ace X CisFem Reader

Thatch and Grace left the party early and put the manager in charge of making sure nothing got out of control. Ace glanced around at the small crowd dancing in the main dining room. After dinner the tables had been cleared out to make room for a make shift dance floor.

"Come daaaaaance with me Acey." Katie slurred tugging the raven toward the crowd.

He dug in his heels not much for dancing, "Maybe you should sit and have some water."

He'd been around drunk men plenty of times and joined in of course, but a drunk clingy woman was a completely different story.

"You're not being any fuuuuun." She whined using all of her weight to pull him from his place.

"Fine." He sighed, "But after you have to try to sober up. I'll call F/N to come get us."

"Don't call her." Katie sneered, "We'll be fiiine."

Ace didn't like the attitude directed toward you. The two of you barely knew each other and you had never been rude that he could recall. But he noticed earlier that Katie seemed to patronize you and he planned to get to the bottom of it.

As they neared the crowd "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke began to play. Katie latched onto his torso burying her face in his shoulder. He uncomfortably gripped her upper arms and swayed with the music. A few of their coworkers gave them side glances and raised brows. Ace knew what that look meant, he invented that look. While he did his best to avert his gaze Katie's hands began sliding down his back toward his rear. He quickly grabbed her elbows just above his hips. She frowned pulling back and holding her hands out in front of her to indicate innocence.

"I'll be right back." Ace excused himself for the bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror trying to get rid of the agitation creeping through his chest. Once he calmed down he slipped his phone out of his pocket.

2:42AM

He swiped over the picture of Kuma on his lock screen intending to open his contact list and call you for a ride. The bathroom door swung open with such force it slammed against wall. Before he could react he was shoved to the floor, his phone sent flying from his hand. Hands roamed over his torso tugging at his tie and unsnapping buttons.

"W-whoa!" He gasped between sloppy unwanted kisses.

Katie continued to shove her tongue in his mouth while he fought to fend her off and gain control of the situation. Finally she broke away for air giving Ace a chance to sit up and restrain her roaming hands.

"Stop." He huffed, "What's wrong with you?"

"S-sorry! I'm sorry!" She burst into tears.

He sighed standing and buttoning his shirt, "We need to get you home."

Katie sat on the floor sniffling while he looked for his missing phone.

"Shit." Ace breathed plucking the device from a sink, the screen black and completely shattered.

He pocketed it and turned back to the crying purplette to help her off the floor. She continued to mutter slurred apologies wrapping an arm around his waist for support.

"It's alright." He tried to sooth her, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Where are your keys?"

She pointed to her purse once they entered the main room.

After getting Katie buckled in Ace slid into the driver's seat. He took a deep breath adjusting the seat and mirrors like you'd taught him. He'd only ever driven with you and never further than the property line at the foot of the hill.

"Think you can tell me how to get to your apartment?" He asked turning the key in the ignition.

Katie's head lulled against the headrest.

"Great."

Not really confident in his driving ability mixed with fresh snow he pulled out onto the main road and started for the only house he knew nearby, which he was also lucky enough to have a key for. Ten minutes later they screeched to a halt in Thatch and Grace's driveway. He fumbled with his own keys trying to quietly unlock the front door. He planned to wake Thatch and come back for Katie who he left in the front seat. Finally he found the right key and slowly pushed the door open only to be nearly whacked with a baseball bat.

"Ace, what the fuck?" Thatch breathed dropping the bat, "I thought someone was breaking in."

"With a key?" The raven deadpanned.

"Shut up, it's almost 4AM. What the hell are you doing?"

"Katie got too drunk and yours is the only house I could drive to without killing us." He explained thumbing toward the driveway where Katie was passed out.

"Go get her I'll get the spare room ready." Thatch turned down the hall.

Ace lumbered back out to the silver crossover and opened the passenger side door.

"Katie." He murmured, "Wake up we're here."

"Here?" She whispered eyes closed.

"Thatch's house." He replied unbuckling the safety belt.

"Home." She pouted knitting her brows.

"When you sober up in the morning." He huffed tugging her out into the cold night air.

Thatch appeared at the door to assist Ace in getting Katie to the spare room.

"Is Grace awake?" He whispered to his brother.

"No why?"

"Never mind, she'll be fine like this right?" Ace asked placing her on the bed.

"I don't see why not." Thatch replied, "Are you staying in here with her?"

Ace's rubies sharpened at his brother.

"Ok then let's get you set up on the sofa."

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Ace laid on the sofa wide awake arms crossed over his chest watching soft morning light fill the living room. He shouldn't have gone to the party, or should have kept an eye on how many drinks she was throwing back, or better yet realized what she'd been trying to do this whole time. What really kept him up was worrying over what you were doing at home. He wished his stupid phone hadn't broke so he could at least let you know where he was and that nothing was happening.

Thatch got up a few hours later and drove him home. He stopped at the door admiring the wreath you'd finished and hung. The lights on the porch were still on, it didn't have the same effect in the daylight but he knew it would be beautiful when the sun went down. Kuma greeted him as he entered the kitchen and shrugged out of his coat. He cringed knowing that meant you were already awake and he wasn't prepared to face you.

You rounded the corner muttering to yourself, stomach dropping when your eyes fell over his disheveled form. The last thing you wanted to witness was his walk of shame. His gaze locked you in like a tractor beam a faint blush dusting his freckled face. He hadn't noticed how adorable your surprised expression was before.

"Hey." You cleared your throat and entered the room.

"Morning." He rubbed his nape.

"You'll have the house to yourself for a while if you want to nap or something." You took your keys from the bowl by the door and slipped into your coat, "Kuma and I will be back in time to take you to your shift later."

"...ok." He frowned watching you leave.

When the sputtering engine of your beetle was out of ear shot he stalked back to his room to change and slipped into your room. He pulled your pillow to his side of the bed letting your scent relax him until he finally fell asleep.

#he fell from the sky #fem reader #isekai #lyndsyh24 #portgas ace x reader #whitebeard pirates #x reader #mdni #portgas d ace #one piece

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kuhbkiee · 2 years

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Thick Water

The creature had come to pass, losing interest as it no longer sees the two monkeys, with a monstrous huff it turned and left. The dark and light furred simians sighed in relief.

They were only just having a 'friendly' sparring to see who was stronger without their magic present. And to manys surprise it had been Macaque that had the upper hand the entire time, seeing as he had to rely on anything and give everything simply because he wasn't immortal unlike a certain hero we all know and heard of.

The entire time they were exchanging hits, wukong's chest would get heavier. Gasping for more air, he didn't like that they were fighting...he didn't-

With a quick roundhouse kick to the cheek wukong flies across the field, macaque was fully aware that the golden monkey was losing focus, but he knew he could take a hit.

Jogging over, macaque notices that wukong was taking his time getting up. He huffs as he takes a few steps close, casting a shadow over the monkey on the ground.

"Looks like someone's been slacking off" with a smirk plastered on his face, macaque took the sight of wukong slowly getting angry in, like a sweet bowl of warm soup during a winter storm.

Wukong clicked his tounge and wiped his cheek, "psh. Lucky hit"

Macaque, who was contented with just this small interaction reached his hand out and noticed the other monkey's was a littlw off, macaque had a bad feeling about this but he'll just play it off.

"Gehe, what? Have you become a neat freak ever since i dissapeared? After all i was the one who had to clean up our mess after every fight haha"

He still kept his hand out, really hoping it isn't what he thinks is running in the golden monkey's head.

Sun wukong chuckled but moved mac's hand away to stand for himself.

"..."

Then came a burst of power and force through a mountain, a creature of big stature had appeared! Already smelling the fresh blood and warm bodies across it, it rampages towards them.

The two simians didn't stand to stare, no, they tucked their tail and ran!

With that encounter it lead us here- behind a mountain's waferfalls.

"What was that thing?" Whispered macaque to wukong.

"Dunno but best we stay here till we get our strength back"

Macaque leaned himself on the wall and crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on wukong.

"You're already tired? Heh. I didnt expect the great sage to burn out so quickly! So if you take off all that power and this is what's left? That's way too sad HAHAHAHA"

"..."

No response, shit. Macaque didn't like this feeling, if it goes on any longer it may just bring back some old wounds. Irritated he walks over to wukong and reached for his shoulder only for his hand to get smacked away.

"Wha- dude! What is your deal?!"

"What do you mean what's my deal? Is it so bad that I just don't wanna get touched by YOU of all people"

Looking straight into each other's eyes, tension began to build up, just enough to rile macaque.

"Oho yeah? Whatever happend to team building huh? Isnt this what you wanted when you invited me to do this stupid trial with you?!"

Walking up closer to the self proclaimed great sage,

"you- who once was so self centered-

SHOVE

Once was SO stubbornly determined for power-

SHOVE

oNCE HAD TO SACRIFICE ANYTHING FOR EVERYTHING-"

BANG

Wukong, whose back was now against the cave's crooked walls was towered by an angry monkey, the build up from every word partnered with the shoves, He wanted to retaliate hE WANTED TO! He needed to protect himself! But....something was telling him to let this other monkey do as he pleases..

Macaque whispers into wukong's ear,

"-is becoming even more shameless the more time flies.."

Surprised, wukong who had still kept eye contact with the simian tries to fix his posture whilst saying,

"What are you trying to-"

Intervened with not just a voice he was long familiar to, every word that came out of the black monkey's mouth bled intentions.

"You let yourself suffer for happiness you couldn't hold onto for thousands of years, even if happiness was to present itself in sweet ripened peaches you'll somehow manage to spoil that one too. "

Wukong tries to push macaque away, but the moment his palms touched the other's bare chest, he could feel from his fingertips to his wrist the sensation of warmth and static.

He didn't let these feelings fester for long as wukong immedietly retreated his hands.

"Heh. See?"

So much was building inside the golden monkey's head, it was all eating him up. His eyes start to fog from the tears that were carassing his face.

"Good things don't last-" he says as he looks away from the monkey still towering over him.

"You'd know that if your life was full of it.."

Silence filled that brief moment up until macaque broke it.

"So all those times....you took yourself forgranted when it came to the two of us?"

Wukong once again stares into the other's golden eyes, anticipating what else this one had to say.

"We had all realms shaking in the palm of our hands, but peaches, nothing could beat the seconds of just smiling with you"

Wukong hadn't expected the other simian to say anything close to what he had just said! He knows macaque was one for arts but to be ...tHIS???!!

On the other hand, Macaque's fear came true, all feelings that were burried had resurfaced, damn this....why does old love have to burn out the slowest? Damn it all , bringing himself close to wukong's lips he says,

"Be more thorough with being selfish with happiness idiot and stop telling yourself that you don't want this-"

The sounds of water crashing down onto the rocks could hide away any snapping bones and breaking limbs- yet none of what was expected had happened, a trembling voice was all to be heard.

As the dark simian towered over the golden monkey- he says;

#lmk #monkiekid #shadowpeach https://t.co/0rELsvHSVS

#lego monkie kid #macaque #sun wukong #shadowpeach #six eared macaque #monkey king #shadow peaches #shadowpeaches #shadow peach #fanart #story #fanfic #miniseries

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californiadreaminginpink · 17 days

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Use me

Gator Tillman x OC

Word count: 3080

18+ Minor's do not interact.

CW: Slow burn, future smut, swearing, violence (particularly this part), assault, smoking, drinking. Don't know if i've missed anything?

Summary: A new criminal family has moved to Stark County, opening possibilities up for Roy Tillman, but only if his son can focus, which is difficult when he is intoxicated by the daughter of said family.

Part 2 - Consequences

This is a true story. The events depicted took place in Minnesota in 2018. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.

The large door mat which lay at the entrance of the police station muffled the sounds of stomping boots as Gator forcefully lead out a petite Blonde woman, his hand gripped roughly to her upper arm. He winced at the brightness of the sunlight, amplified against the fresh dusting of snow as they stepped through the automatic glass doors. The blonde struggled slightly, stumbling over her inappropriate choice of footwear, heels which slid dangerously on the ice. Gator practically threw her against the exterior brick wall of the station and she yelped slightly, before rearranging her dishevel coat, scowling at him under a large pair of sunglasses which had been covering her icy blue eyes.

“You can’t just turn up at the station whenever you want Ruby,” Gator glared at her through gritted teeth, his fist clenching subconsciously. He realised what he was doing and took a step back to calm himself. Ruby knew exactly how to get a rise from him and he wasn’t in the mood for her childish games. He grabbed the vape from the pocket of his cargo trousers and took a long deliberate drag from it, staring down the woman in front of him in an attempt to look threatening. She was used to this look, it was usually followed by him grabbing her face roughly and crashing his lips against hers. She smirked back at him expectantly, however for the first time in months he simply looked away from her.

“Well, what do you expect when you ignore me huh?” She bit back, trying to find the right button to press. She was there for a reason and she always got what she wanted, especially when it came to Gator, he was so easy to get a rise from, to tease. “Least you could have done is text me that you weren’t coming over. Might have got a decent night’s sleep ‘stead of waiting up for you.”

“You’re not my girlfriend. I don’t owe you shit.” Gator said bluntly. His words stung, making Ruby bite the inside of her cheek as she felt a wave of emotion she wasn’t expecting. Sure, they hadn’t labelled anything, but they weren’t nothing. Sex involved some emotions at least, even if they were just a means to an end for each other. She hated herself as she realised in that moment she had let it become more for herself.

“Fuck you Gator,” she spat, her voice filled with venom. She shoved him harshly in the chest, desperate to hurt him, forcing him to step back. He smirked lazily looking down to the hands on his chest before shrugging them away, only to be met with a harsh slap to his cheek. He bought his hand up to the burning sensation and rolled his jaw slightly to stave off the sting.

“Whatever Ruby.” He laughed. “Whatever the fuck this is, is done. Don’t fuckin’ text me and don’t show up at the station again ya hear?” He spoke with finality, hoping to finally walk away, but Ruby continued, she really was relentless.

“I’ll remind you of that later when you’re beggin’ me like a dog shall I?” She jabbed at him with one last desperate attempt, the button she knew always worked.

“Shut you damn mouth for once in your life would ya?” Gator muttered harshly, turning back to face her, more threatening than before. His fist clenched again, but he didn’t notice this time.

He was saved from his reckless intentions, however by the loud humming of motor engines as several large SUVs pulled into the parking lot, one after the other. The convoy had caught the attention of both himself and Ruby as they passed them and parked a few rows of spaces back from the station. The doors started to scatter open as Gator blinked against the sunlight to see who it was. A few men he didn’t recognise stepped from two of the cars, stretching their stiff bones lazily and zipping up their various jackets before continuing conversations that had been started from the warmth of their cars. It was the third car that caught Gator’s eye however, as the now familiar figures of Charlie and his brother Sam exited from the back seat, either side of the car. Gator straightened up and took another hit of his vape a small frown forming on his features. He watched as, silhouetted against the sun, Charlie held his hand out and helped Rose jump down from the raised step of the car with a gentle thud into the snow. The three of them huddled together in conversation as their father exited from the driver’s seat of the car and a further man from the passenger side, the two of them continuing their own conversation.

Charlie stubbed out a cigarette on the ground, his eye catching something on his brother’s sleeve. “Did you not wash this?” He asked, eyeing the red stain that dotted Sam’s cuff, picking his wrist up for emphasis.

“’Course I did.” Sam protested grumpily, pulling his arm from his brother’s reach before eying the stain himself, picking at it in an attempt to make it less obvious. “Damn stain won’t come out. Been there since Michigan.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, “Just chuck it already.”

“No way it’s my lucky shirt!” Sam protested, hiding the shirt cuff with the sleeve of his jacket which he tugged down.

“Baking soda will get it right out,” Rose suggested simply. “let me have a go with it later, good as new I’m telling ya” she smiled, continuing to muse the benefits in her teasing way.

“Who’s that?” Ruby huffed, crossing her arms in front of her defensively with a scowl.

“When did you get so nosey?” Gator frowned, pulling his eyes away from the gathering in the parking lot for a moment to look down at her.

“Get fucked Gator.” She bluntly retorted. “Better yet, maybe I’ll try over there. The blonde is gorgeous.” Her final attempt to get a rise from Gator, no such luck.

“Good luck to ya.” He smirked, taking a final drag from his vape before turning and stalking back inside the station, not gracing her with a look back.

“Okay, ready sweetheart?” John asked, placing a gentle kiss on his daughters temple.

“Oh one second,” she said before diving back into the car and pulling out a small bunch of hand picked flowers, neatly tied with a bow and a worn enamel tin, the kind which could be mistakenly opened at a grandparents house, only to find sewing supplies instead of the desired sweet treats. “Okay ready!” She smiled warmly, a skip in her step as she made her way towards the entrance of the station flanked by several well built men, most of whom where littered with questionable scars. Ruby watched, eying the new woman up and down from under her sunglasses until she disappeared through the entrance whilst half of her party remained outside watchfully.

Though the station had recently had a fresh coat of paint, the smell of which still lingered in the air, it was still dated. The tiled carpet floor was worn and the posters on the notice boards had edges which were starting to curl. The warmth of the heater blew gently down as Rose crossed the threshold, warming her cheeks. She took a moment to take in her surroundings, noticing the scattered desks and unkempt coffee station where sticky rings decorated the surface of the table. She glanced towards the work stations and spotted him instantly. He was leaning against his desk, eyes watching her intently as he exhaled a cloud of fruity vapour, half obscuring his face, but not enough to hide the pinking shape of a hand forming on his cheek. The right side of his lip raised in a smile and his eyes flashed cheekily, sending a wave of butterflies through Rose’s stomach as her breath caught a little in her throat. She returned the smile which soon turned into a questioning smirk as she noticed the untidy hell he was perched on; energy drinks littered everywhere with various levels of liquid and scruffy stacks of paper work covered in crumbs and coffee stains. She pulled her gaze away, following her dad and brothers up towards the reception desk, helpfully labelled in large letters, where a frumpy older woman sat, her hair tightly permed and lipstick smudged at the edges. She looked over the brim of her wire glasses at the group in front of her before giving them a welcoming smile. “Well good morning, how can I help you today sir?”

“Good morning sweetheart,” her father started, making the poor lady blush, “I believe Sheriff Tillman is expecting us. Name’s Cornell.” He lifted the heavy duffle bag he had been holding and slung it over his shoulder with ease, waiting patiently. Rose knew it was full of cash, it did make her laugh sometimes at how unsubtle her father could be.

“Bare with me just a moment,” the receptionist smiled, looking through a pink polka dot diary that was sitting next to her large mug of tea. Her finger traced down the page, along the various time slots under the day’s date and stopped by 14:20: Sherriff meeting John Cornell.

“Oh there it is. You can go straight through to the back there, it’s the office at the end of the corridor. If you wait on one of the chairs outside, I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.”

“Thank you darling,” John smiled with genuine charm. He turned giving his sons a nod before moving on to find said corridor, duffle still slung over his shoulder.

“And can I help you miss?” The receptionist asked Rose, now next in line to speak to her.

“Yes, I’m looking for Deputy Clarke,” Rose asked sweetly, making sure to bat her eyelashes in a way which made her innocence shine through.

“That all for him sweetie?” The receptionist chuckled, gesturing to what Rose was holding.

“Hmm? Oh no mam, these are just a good will gesture from us to the station. We’re new to the area see. Myself, father and brothers.” Rose said gesturing to the two men standing behind her, both of whom were waiting for her to finish. “Thought they might brighten the place up a bit. They’d look just lovely on your desk here,” Rose continued handing over the flowers to the receptionist. “Oh and these are for everyone, Oatmeal raison and Choc chip. Thought you should all have a few options.” She finished handing the tin over next.

“Right… Well that’s mighty nice of you.” She took the tin graciously if not slightly confused. “I’ll just pop them in the staff room miss?”

“Rose. Rose Cornell.” The receptionist nodded, Understanding now that she had come with her father.

“Well Miss Cornell, Deputy Clarke’s desk is just over there by the window.” She pointed over to the empty desk situated next to a large dying house plant. “He’s in the staff room on break but I’ll let him know you’re waiting.” She smiled before leaving the desk.

Rose turned to her brothers, and gestured with nod of her head to follow her. She walked calmly over to wait, making sure not to look Gator in the eye, but instead emphasis her hips as she sauntered right past him, something that didn’t go unnoticed. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, making sure that fresh scent of her shampoo enveloped him as she did so. Delicately, she sat on the worn chair in front of Dan’s desk and waited patiently despite the rough fabric scratching against her skin. Her brothers remained stood either side of her like guard dogs waiting for their trigger word. This didn’t go unnoticed by other deputies at work around them. Their presence was a threat that naturally put them all on edge.

Finally deputy Dan Clarke walked back onto the open floor of the office, his movements full of false confidence, a dark grin dominating his features. He sat down heavily in his chair, stretching backwards lazily before leaning in closely on his desk.

“Deputy,” Rose smiled, hands situated neatly in her lap.

“Well well well. Couldn’t stay away huh?” Dan leered at her. She tried not to show her repulsion at the crumbs dotting his stubble and the grease stain on the front of his formally white shirt.

“Something like that.” Her smile faltered slightly and formed an annoyed pout.

“And who’s this? Boyfriends? Pimps?” Dan asked gesturing to the men behind her dismissively. Sam prickled visibly at his words, moving his jacket back to flash his gun sat comfortably on his hip before starting to crack his fingers loudly.

“These are my brothers Charlie, and Sam.” She introduced them. “Sam darlin’ don’t do that, you know it’s bad for your joints,” she added as a throw away comment.

“Brothers. Huh.” Dan smirked eying them like prey. To him it seemed their threat wasn’t real, oh how wrong he was Rose smirked to herself. “Well what brings you here? Got a crime to report or something?” Dan asked slinging a casual arm over the back of his seat, unphased.

“No. Just wanted to return this.” Rose said simply, pulling the business card from her bag, it’s edges now starting to crumple. She placed it on the table before sliding it firmly over the surface towards him, her eyes not backing down from his. “While it’s very hard to resist, I’m going to have to decline your offer.”

“You came all the way here to tell me that?” Dan scoffed, his un-earnt confidence unable to be disguised.

“Oh no silly. I came to do this.” Rose mused softly. She turned to Charlie who nodded at her and made his way to stand next to Dan behind the desk, Sam following making it impossible for Dan to find a way out as they towered over him.

“What? What are you-“ Dan started before Sam made to grab for his arm, managing to subdue him at the same time. Dan struggled against his grip before being shoved roughly by Charlie forcing him forward so that his face collided with his desk.

“No the left hand, he still has to work,” Charlie said casually to his brother, Dan’s flailing not bothering him at all as he continued to hold him down with ease.

“Right, right” Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. He swapped the arm his was currently holding and slammed the left into the table, making sure that it was in Dan’s direct eyeline before pulling a large knife from a holster which sat on the opposite hip to his gun. The sound made Dan’s eye widen as he started to understand what was about to happen and his struggles worsened.

“What? No please! PLEASE!” Dan begged before screaming out in agony as Sam plunged the knife straight through his hand and into the table, leaving it there. The two men released him finally only for him to continue to sob and writhe in agony.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He cried, continuing to howl in pain every time he made the slightest movement.

“Fucking maniacs!” Another deputy shouted from nearby, making a move to pull his gun from its holster, only to be stopped by the rough hand of Gator holding his arm down. “Sit down. Don’t fucking move the lot of ya. This has to be, you hear?” The man reluctantly did so and looked at Gator with a mixture of confusion and obvious disgust. A look mirrored by several other deputies all watching things unfold before them.

“Jesus Christ Rose, you gotta do that in here in front of everyone?” Gator grumbled, trying not to look at Dan, still crying out in agony next to them as she stood to face him. “And he’s fucking left handed! Fuck!” He continued in growing disbelief. He knew something would happen but he hadn’t expect it to happen so soon and so publicly. He eyed Rose wearily for a moment, she wasn’t the sweet innocent girl he had originally thought, but that only made his intrigue grow. There was a danger to her which pulled him closer to her still.

“Oh shit.” Rose grimaced mockingly. “Sorry Dan.” She called over her shoulder to him. “He’s a lefty guys!” She elaborated to her brothers.

“Who the fuck is a leftie?” Charlie questioned with a frown.

“Not anymore he’s not” Sam tried to hold back a cruel laugh but failed, smirking at him.

“You could always try and become ambidextrous?” Rose suggested, her voice dripping with sarcastic concern. She turned back to face Gator who had closed the gap between them. “You’re girlfriend do that?” She asked, genuinely curious, reaching her hand to his face as she softly brushed over the mark. “Need someone to kiss it better?”

“You done?” Gator asked starting to scowl at her. She may fascinate him, but she had also just caused him a lot of unnecessary work and inconvenience.

“We done boys?” Rose asked.

“Yeah we’re done.” Charlie replied casually, moving away.

“That’s right huh Dan?” Sam smiled dangerously at him before pulling his knife from Dan’s hand, causing a fresh wave of agony. He grabbed an old napkin from a nearby bin and wiped the knife down before re holstering it and following Charlie.

Rose turned to smile sweetly once more at Gator. “I’ll see you in Church Deputy,” her eyes lingered on his, tempting him, before she followed her brothers’ lead, dancing quickly along to catch up with them.

“Ergh this is even worse now, are you sure baking soda will work?” Sam asked as she reached him and looped her arm through his. Blood stains now flecked along the front of his shirt, not just the sleeve.

“Trust me,” Rose insisted, before turning with a sudden thought. “Oh Dan, baking soda! It’ll get rid of the blood stains just peachy, save your shirt at least, might even work on the grease stains.”

As the sliding door closed behind them a shrill scream pierced the air along with the sound of smashed crockery. Rose grimaced, “It took me ages to make those cookies!”

#gator tillman #oc #gator tillman x oc #fargo #joe keery

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0perfectimperfections0 · 8 months

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Writers Block

Okay, so I'm trying to write part 5 of "Shell-Shock" and I've gone through about 4 different beginnings and none of them are working for me. Something just isn't flowing with the beginning.

However, I know what scene I want to incorporate into part 5, so that's what this is.

Below is going to be an excerpt of one of the scenes I'm trying to get to. I just need to figure out how to get to it.

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Wage suddenly found herself throw back against the wall. It felt like all her nerves were on end, itching and tingling in every fiber of her body. She took in a breath that had been lost upon impact, staring up with wide eyes into blue ones. "Wh-What are you doing!?"

Lou took slow steps toward her, a dangerous look in those glowing iris'. "You're delusional if you think you can just bail out now."

"Lou," Nolan had his hands out; brave enough to touch the blond, but not stupid enough to commit. "Let's just take a step back and think about this, alright? She's not actually leaving."

"Speak for yourself," Wage spat, her body still held against the wall by some unseen force. "Not my circus," she glared at Nolan, "not my monkey," she panned her glare to Lou. "I'm done tryin' to fix this possessed puppet. Let the factory do somethin' if he's such a problem."

"Oh no," Lou's upper lip curled up in a sarcastic smile. The itching feeling in Wage's body multiplied as he stepped toward her again. She squeezed her eyes shut a little from the discomfort, but she couldn't move. "You said yesterday that you'd help. You can't just toss me to someone else just because you're tired of trying."

The orange doll grunted. The sparks around Lou's hand elicited a brighter glow in their frenzied state. "I'm not gonna wait and get myself killed just for your sake!"

Lou was right in front of her now, noses almost touching. Her eyes widened just a tad. Just enough for him to know she was afraid of what he would do. What he could do. He felt -- like a strange sixth sense -- the electrodes of her microfibers moving faster as her heartrate increased. It made his pupils dilate and everything around him suddenly seemed to bombard his awareness. Every atom that comprised the world could be felt. The way they moved and bounced against each other. How the solid atoms of the walls shoved and pushed just to keep the matter solid.

He felt the atoms the comprised himself pushing against those of the floor. How they never touched, but somehow repelled each other by a magnetic field.

The blond came to just enough to register the rapid movement of electrodes from the surrounding dolls. Nolan's was strongest given his proximity. About two feet away from what Lou could sense.

His breath evened out and Wage swallowed as his pupils dilated back to normal. The glow of his iris' didn't die out. Lou spoke softly, threateningly, "You got me into this mess...now you're gonna get me out." He looked back and forth between both of her eyes. "Am I clear?"

Wage grit her teeth, jaw tight as a rush of anger from the coercive authority filled her. Her body remained bound to the wall. The energy that rippled through her got stronger suddenly and she winced.

"Am I clear?" Lou repeated, hissing through his teeth.

Wage swallowed, huffing out a struggling breath before meeting his eyes through squinted ones. "C-Clear."

Her body was released from its visible restrains and she fell to the floor on her knees. Lou didn't bother seeing the reactions of the others before turning on his heel and walking down the hall. He needed peace and quiet.

#uglydolls #lou #fanfictions #part 5 thought #excerpt #shell-shock #I'm alive!#ox #wage #nolan #mandy #moxy #angst #powers #writing

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commander-diomika · 8 months

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Fandom - Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing - Lae'zel/Shadowheart Words - 660 Tags - kinktober, baldur's gate kinktober, hate sex, object insertion, scratching, blood (but just a little bit) Summary:

Irresponsible use of weaponry whilst trying not to let any of the other peacefully sleeping party members hear them.

Notes:

Sometimes you don't write anything for two years then a friend reminds you it's Kinktober on this, the day that the prompt is hate sex and you've just played the scene where your favourite girls try to kill each other. Sometimes it's fate. This is not me committing to Kinktober but I will hopefully get a few more in when they catch my eye!

Shadowheart glanced down at the bright red claw marks, fresh and vivid across the swell of her breast. Neat lines marched across her nipple, now welling with blood. She flicked her eyes back to her own hands splayed on the rough wood of the barn wall.

The soft suede of her shirt was rumpled, yanked aside messily for her scratched breast to be freed, and she burned, a flush escaping her face and down the pale skin of her décolletage.

“Do you want it?” rasped a voice, close, too close, into her ear.

“Hurry up and do it already.” Urgent, quiet. The last thing she wanted was to raise anyone down at the fire and have them see her torn apart and unraveled with the githyanki at her back

Lae’zel’s only response was a short catch in her throat. Laughter, maybe, or a growl that didn’t quite bloom into full throatiness.

Rough hands yanked at Shadowheart’s trousers, unbothered by the soft snap of a seam wrenched past breaking point, pushing them down around her ankles. Legs, trapped, though with just enough space between them for a rough knee to intrude, shoving the thighs apart.

Shadowheart didn’t resist. She didn’t even turn her head. A hot, sick lump rose in her throat as something cool touched her inner thigh.

“Fuck you, gith.” The words hissed past her lips as she realised it was not clawed fingers teasing through her slit, but something hard and cool.

This time the laughter did blossom from Lae’zel’s throat in a bloom of steel and velvet.

Shadowheart gasped as the sword pommel teased at the slick rim of her entrance. For all the disdain in Lae’zels laugh, she had put aside her roughness. Instead she enacted a different cruelty, letting the rounded bauble of steel encroach and retreat, without fully breaching the warmth there. Shadowheart pulsed, feeling herself twitch against the rapidly-warming metal.

Her feet slid in the dirt, as though trying to drop her hips down.

“Stop that-“ and Lae’zel spat something guttural in her native tongue that was clearly not a term of endearment. “You do not take from me. You do not decide when or how I take from you.”

The low words were accompanied by clawed hand gripping the meat of her ass, both holding her in place and-

Shadowheart swallowed as a sharp fingers slipped past the underside of her buttock, hooking into one sensitive lip and opening her cunt for Lae’zel to-

“Hnnghk!” She nearly nearly took off a chunk of her lip, biting back the cry as the round pommel, slightly too wide, slightly too much, popped though and inside her.

Knees wobbled, trying to give way, but that wretched hand now clamped into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her in place.

A curious, if maybe even approving “chk” sounded from behind her. She felt her lips stutter along the leather grip as Lae’zel pushed, the shortsword hilt nothing compared to the girth of the pommel, the leather too dry and rough.

Shadowheart had been keeping her hands splayed, elbows locked, but without a thought crossing the starry sky of her mind, her arms folded. Her upper body flowed forward and she muffled the sound of her cry into her forearms.

Lae’zel levered the hilt, just a touch, the pommel now flesh-warm but broad inside her, invasive and hot, pressing forward enough for Shadowheart to feel that sickening jolt through her again, shame swirling, breath catching, low moan in her throat escaping past any defences and oh god- if anyone saw her like this-

“Good.” Lae’zel muttered. “Now just grateful that this is the end of my blade that you receive, hmm?” The cup of her fist, firm around the haft, met Shadowheart’s lips as she pushed the sword hilt, deeper this time, as deep as it would go.

Shadowheart nodded, the motion shaking loose a bead of sweat from her brow, mocking the cool night air.

#shadowzel #shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #kinktober 2023 #bg3 kinktober #bg3 fan fic #hank writes #girls please that's not how you use a sword

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jedi-lothwolf · 11 months

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Two Weeks of Whump Day 7: Blindfold/cyanide

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warnings: Major character death and violence

Summary: Hobie battles a new villain and gets captured.

It was another day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until it wasn't. Hobie swung from one building to another before reaching his destination.

A fairly new villain stood in front of him, destroying everything that he could. "Spider-Man! Finally you arrive!" He said. The Prowler stood at about 5'8 and sounded strangely familiar when he spoke.

"Ello, Prowler." Hobie started his attack. At first Hobie had the upper hand as he always did, and things started to shift.

It didn't take much longer for Hobie to end up being thrown off the building down into the alley. He attempted to stand but was shoved into the ground. Then a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.

When Hobie woke he was in a dark room, or at least he thought so. The fabric over his eyes made it difficult to tell. The air was chilly and damp; the set of mold and chemicals hung in the air.

Cold metal wrapped his wrist tightly. Struggling he tried to move from against the wall.

"You won't be leaving" The Prowler informed him. "Actually you won't be leaving ever again."

"I don't listen to you."

""News flash, I don't care!" The villain carelessly screamed.

As unsettling as it was villains did stuff like this all the time. The spiders even did things like that sometimes. Hobie kept trying to free his hands from the chains.

"Stop trying, don't want your last acts to be tiring do you?" He teased.

"I'll fight until I'm dead." Hobie continued to pull against the chains. "So, where are we?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Actually I would."

"Too bad." Across the room Hobie heard a cabinet open and some glasses clinking against each other. The cabinet door closed and something was knocked off a table. A glass shatter on the ground.

"Shit" the villain whispered to himself.

"I think you dropped something." It was Hobie's turn to tease.

The Prowler picked up the largest piece of the glass that had broken and threw it at him. The glass cut into Hobie's skin but it wasn't enough to really hurt. "You won't be laughing soon."

"Haha" Hobie said sarcastically. He shifted his legs to see if me could tell that the floor was. The coolness and texture said concrete so he was likely in a basement. "Is this a basement? How original."

Prowler sighed, "keep talking. It's entertaining." The room fell silent. Prowler's footsteps echoed in the room as Hobie's spider sense rang.

"Wear heels, do you now?"

As Prowler went in to kick Hobie he moved his body so that his arm would take the hit not his stomach. He moved back further against the wall and pulled his legs out in front of him. Sweeping his leg, he tripped Prowler making him fall to the floor.

"Ow" he said sarcastically. Again Hobie went to kick but this time claws met his right shin. Hissing, he tried to pull it back to him to attack once more.

Prowler had other plans. Using his other hand he clawed Hobie in his left thigh. After that he pulled himself into Hobie's lap and put one arm against the others chest. Grabbing a wet cloth from the floor Prowler shoved it over Hobie's nose and mouth.

It burned when it touched his skin. The smell of almonds lingered in the cloth. Hobie pulled his head away. Prowler grabbed it quickly and held him in place. The rag went right back over his lower face.

Hobie didn't breath for what felt like an eternity. However he had to at some point. The irritation on his skin was getting worse, becoming painful.

Air flooded his lungs, taking an unknown chemical into his body. "Fucking finally. I was wondering if you were ever going to breathe."

As much as Hobie wished to give Prowler some snarky remark, he would save it for later.

"Do you want to know what's in the rag?"

Hobie, holding his breath again tried to nood.

"Cyanide."

'Fuck' Hobie thought. Fear shot through his body, his spine feeling strange. He tried to use his legs to get Prowler off of him. No luck. He could feel the headache approaching. Sickness started to kick in.

Again Hobie tried to move his head. Claws dug into the side of his face and neck. He squirmed trying to escape.

"This ends here, Hobie Brown."

"Uh uh" Hobie vocalized.

Breathing felt dangerous, it was dangerous. He felt dizzy. Time passed so slowly it was like it didn't move. Hobie's condition got worse as he stopped being able to fight.

As the rag was finally removed from his face The Prowler stood. Without saying a word he walked away, footsteps making the only noise in the room. The heels clicked on the concrete floor menacingly.

Hobie breathing was shallow as he tried to make himself comfortable. He chuckled to himself, what a way to die. Alone, by some guy who sounds just like one of his best friends, never completing his goal of saving his world from the corruption it suffered from.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

#atsv #accross the spiderverse #hobie brown #the prowler #cyanide #blindfold #two weeks of whump #twoweeksofwhump #twow #atsv hobie #major character death #major character injury #Hobie Brown angst #whump #hobie whump #spider punk

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hiiiiii happy friday!!!!! rose/hawke, winter palace, "smiling at each other from across the room"? 👀

Thanks for the inspiration, Rowan! For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1309 Rating: Teen Hawke and Rose meeting up again after her first foray into the Servant's Quarters and Grand Apartments at the Winter Palace to discuss next steps.

Vivienne squares me to her, fussing with my half updo, repinning the disheveled strands that broke free. I’m damp around the edges of my face and my upper lip, a sheen of sweat reflecting the light no doubt and she shakes her head at me.

“This will not do. Not when you haven’t been seen on the dance floor in an hour,” she remarks. She manifests a palm full of ice and blows across at my face, cooling me somewhat.

“I have to hurry. The Duchess is on my dance card and I’m worried about the egg on the Inquisition’s face if I miss it,” I tell her. Vivienne inspects me, smoothing a wrinkle in my gown and hands me my mask and then opens the door and shoves me out alongside her. The other two remain to pack up and stow our gear discreetly.

Across the vestibule, like a towering plum-colored beacon, I see Hawke leaning against the wall surrounded by admirers, a glass of bubbly lolling in his hand. After a minute he notices me and without a moment’s consideration, he fumbles up his mask, gazing like I’d risen from the dead, which first shocks the guests and then draws their attention to me, standing on the other side of the stairway. With their heads turned away he smiles at me in utter relief and I can’t help but return it. It occurs to me that my foray into the servant’s quarters and grand apartments was my first bout of combat without him since he joined us.

He pulls his mask back down and makes his way to the ballroom door where we converge and continue walking. An admirer pipes up from behind us.

“I didn’t realize you were so handsome, Champion!” Hawke turns slowly to me and flashes me a theatrically smug grin.

“Did you find anyone particularly interesting since I last saw you?” he asks carefully. His hand at my elbow is gentle, but I can tell by the tension in his fingers he’s been anxious to see me return.

“A whole gaggle of people who don’t belong at such a fine affair. One particularly cut throat individual,” I answer with equal caution. He looks down at me and though I can’t see his eyes clearly, his lips are set with worry.

“I wonder who they could be,” he says. “They’re usually so careful with invitations.”

“From north of here I gather,” I tell him. “Far north.” His mask rises as his brow goes up underneath. “I have a dance with the Duchess now, but I have a gift I’d like to pass to Leliana if you could do me the service of delivering it.”

“Save me another dance,” he asks in a low voice, accepting my folded account of what we’d learned and encountered and disappearing it into one of his cavernous pockets with a flourish of sleight of hand. “I’ve missed our conversation.”

It’s the business of the night, but the flutter he provokes is always a little bit there.

“I can’t dance with you again. Even with all the dances I’ve blocked off I don’t know how I’ll attend them all,” I whisper. “People will get suspicious.”

“Meet me in the garden after your dance with the Duchess,” he says softly enough to appear discreet but loud enough that those nearby can hear, his fingertips grazing down my forearm. It’s an act but it’s not.

“These bloody admirers of yours,” I whisper back, annoyed by how closely they’re following.

“The Duchess is waiting. Find me after. The far colonnade,” he says, pressing his thumb into my palm in a way that betrays a certain sense of urgency but still looks provocative to any onlookers.

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With the key to the Royal Wing in hand, I try to make my driving march to the garden as elegant looking as possible, but I need to see Hawke. I snatch a glass of champagne and cast smiles to party goers as I slip under the colonnade. Hawke leans against the wall in a shadow, his boots illuminated by a strip of moonlight. I hurry over and slide my arms around his neck, the sloshing flute bumping his tail behind him.

“Thank the Maker you’re all right,” he says into the soft nook below my jaw, his lips warm against my skin. “What did she say?” I lower my voice sharply and rise to my tiptoes to get closer to his ear.

“She gave me a key to the Royal Wing. She says her brother attacks tonight and that the captain of his mercenaries will be in the garden. He’ll be able to uncover the entire plot for us if we can subdue them.”

“Mercenaries,” he scoffs quietly, running his hands over my backside in the same show as before. “Maker, I don’t like you going in there. Was that all?”

“As much as she said anyway. I’ll be safe with Vivienne who knows her way around. And Blackwall and Cassandra and Dorian. They won’t let anything happen to me.”

“You have no healer,” he points out. I slip my hand along his arm, over the elegantly embroidered cuff of his justaucorps and the foppish lace emerging from it and squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how appreciative of his concern I am behind my mask.

“I need you to distract in the antechamber. The guards at the far end.”

“You need me with you.” He says this gazing at me directly.

“Hawke, you have no armor,” I remind him. He snorts a laugh.

“And?” he says. He may have a point.

“I need you out here— keeping the attention of everyone, listening,” I tell him. “I’m going to update Cullen and Leliana before we head in. Be ready in the antechamber.”

“If you don’t come back in a half hour I’m going in there.”

“We’ll be as quick as we can.” Leaning on an elbow over me he hangs his head, shaking it, his disagreement with the plan plain. Preparing to leave, I glance into the garden only to realize we’re the subject of a small crowd of nosy followers once again all pretending not to look and Maker knows how long they’ve been watching Hawke and I in tense discussion. “Kiss me hard.”

Flicking a quick look at the same onlookers, he pushes me against the wall with a hand on my shoulder and accosts my mouth with his hard enough that my head bumps the marble behind me. It’s my escape plan, but the force of it nearly knocks my breath away, desire and arousal attempting to claim my wits when I need a clear head.

“Slap me,” he murmurs against my mouth, running a hand up my thigh. “Push me away and slap me.” I shove him against his ribs and he plays up a backward stumble. I march forward, smacking him across the jaw hard enough to make a sound which he plays into as well, turning his head and clutching his cheek.

“Bastard!” I cry, pushing past him, storming through the garden toward the palace. He makes a show of chasing after me and I quicken my step, making plans to head to the ballroom to find my advisors.

In the antechamber I look back to see Hawke strolling placidly out of the guest wing, another glass of bubbly already in hand, scanning the room for his next move. Shadowed behind the peacock mask, his eyes fix upon me one last time before the next part of my mission and I smile reassuringly. His broad shoulders fall, disappointed still that I’m leaving him behind but his lips turn in an extension of trust. And the strangest feeling overtakes me, bubbling up from deep within, like longing and missing and comfort all at once. It flickers and burns like a brazier and aches like hunger.

There's a shadow of something there that I'm resisting acknowledging. Something softer than I can even conceive of. And the whole of me vibrates like a gong as we briefly trade this look.

But then again, perhaps it’s just nerves.

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