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Lost Souls Campground - Ollidar

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Yandere!MHalfOrcXFatAFAB!G/NReader ~ 11K Words

You met when you were children, and he never spoke. You were childhood best friends. Now, a decade after you last saw him, you've returned to the very campground you grew up seeing him at. You never imagined you'd find him there again.

CW: Monster fucking, noncon/dubcon, stalking, yandere, obsessive relationship, unhealthy relationship, body image issues, bondage, gaslighting, manipulation. Let me know if I missed something.

I re-edited it and changed a few things, and posted it all as one!

Every year, your family would vacation in the Moonlight Realm. The pocket universe that had been discovered around 100 years ago. ‘Moonlight Realm’ it was affectionately called because of the creatures who dwelled there. Monsters.

As well as monsters of all kinds, the Moonlight Realm boasted of beautiful scenery, cheap rates, and what humans originally deemed “exotic cultures”.

But the humans and the monsters had settled into a comfortable coexistence, and monsters were far from rare any longer. You grew up with creatures all around you. It was common and equal. The human race had come a long way.

The little cabin you always rented for the whole summer was small and cramped. You, 3 siblings, your parents, and an elderly dog made the 2 bedroom unit feel like a shoebox. From a very young age, you had learned all the best hiding spots and getaways in the park. When you were around 10 years old, you found that apparently someone else had found them too.

A young half orc named Ollidar, or Ollie.

You didn’t speak the same language, and the first time you met, it had been awkward and confusing. You had tried to tell him he was welcome, and that there was enough room for the both of you. He seemed to understand, as he ended up sitting across from you in the small natural clearing that sat just inside the forest.

You probed him with questions, you tried acting things out, you tried writing them down with a stick in the dirt. He didn’t respond. Sometimes it looked like he understood something but he never gave any reply. Just sat there, watching you. Sometimes he’d smile shyly.

The first summer it had been a lot to get used to. He started meeting you every day in the same spot. Sometimes he’d read, or listen to music on his AirPods, but mostly he watched you.

You wasted a few days trying to get him to respond, but since he never did, it slowly switched to you just talking to him. You told him… everything. You had to fill the silence. It would be too awkward if not.

You told him about your friends back home, your cat who you missed terribly and hoped was liking the pet sitter. About your favourite movies, books, foods. You told him about your fears, you weren’t sure why. You told him embarrassing stories. Sometimes you even worried he would think you were lame or weird and leave, but he never did. He just listened.

The summer came to an end and you did your best to tell him goodbye. That you hoped to see him again.

And you would. Every year. Every summer you spent two glorious months glued to each other’s sides. Your families became close through you.  He had a sister and two moms. Your parents got along, and all of your siblings as well.

No one understood why he never spoke. It wasn’t a language barrier anymore. After 7 summers together both families knew more than enough about the other’s language. Enough to communicate with little confusion. He seemed to understand everything. If you asked him to pass you something, he would. If you gave him something he didn’t want, he’d shake his head. But he never spoke.

You stopped going on family vacations when you turned 18. You had moved out, so had most of your siblings. Your parents decided it was time for your own family vacations.

The first summer that you weren’t going, hit you harder than you’d ever imagined. Your chest hurt.

The next year was better.

And the next.

Soon you were 28 and that little half orc was just a fond, albeit, bittersweet memory.

Until your parents decide to do a sort of reunion trip this year. All of your siblings, and their families, plus you and your parents, would be taking a summer vacation to Lost Souls Campground in the Moonlight Realm this year.

It had barely changed. Some machines had been upgraded, the cabins had clearly been renovated to function with modernity, but other wise it was beautiful, serene, and just like you remembered it.

“It’s you.” A strong deep voice full of awe whispered from behind you. You turned around and was met with a face indeed in awe. It took a moment but you realized this was the first time you’d ever heard his voice.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed. Genuine joy spreading across your face. “You’re here?!” You cried and raced up to him. He didn’t even flinch as you threw yourself at him. His arms opened and he gathered you in a powerful embrace. There was a hint of desperation in the way he clung to your soft body.

You felt a pang of anxiety that had been previously overtaken by the shock of seeing him. You were not thin anymore. And while you loved your body, and felt sexy in it, not everyone else was as comfortable with fat bodies as you were. What if he didn’t want you like this?

Want me like this? What am I thinking?!

You tried to pull yourself away from the hug, but he held tight.

“It’s you…” he muttered into your hair. He was warm, and huge. The orc part of his genes must have been strong. He dwarfed you. It took a lot for someone to make you feel small. Some part of your brain short circuited when you finally registered he had been lifting you. You panicked slightly then, worried about being too heavy and pushed yourself from his chest. He reluctantly lowered you down.

You were blushing from feet to head as you smoothed out your clothes. “Sorry, I… I was just surprised to see you.” You stuttered out. You looked up at his face. He was beautiful. You could see hints of the boy you knew, but he had grown, developed thick muscles, his face thinned out and lengthened.

“You came back.” He replied. His gaze was hyper focused on you. It seemed nothing else registered to him any longer. You squirmed a bit under such overwhelming attention.

“Yeah, we stopped back then, when all of us had moved out. But we are doing a sort of reunion trip this summer!” You explained excitedly. You felt giddy. You didn’t even really understand why. You felt excitement at seeing him.

“Does your family still come here every year?” You asked and leaned around him to see if any of them were standing near by.

“No, just me.” He answered. For the first time since seeing you, his gaze dropped. His cheeks darkened.

“You must really love this ratty old place, huh?” You joked and nudged his arm with your elbow.

“I guess.” He replied, still avoiding eye contact. “So how long are you here for?” He asked.

“The whole summer!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out wide as if that would show the physical manifestation of time. “I had about a decade of vacations days saved up, so I decided to take the whole summer. Everyone else is just here for a couple weeks.”

He nodded and glanced back up into your eyes. “So just you and your partner are here for the summer? Or do you have kids now?” He asked and dropped his gaze again.

You chuckled. Kind of a transparent attempt my guy. “No, no partner. No kids. Never found anyone willing to put up with me long enough.” You joked self deprecatingly. “You of all people know how much I can talk.” You grimaced at yourself.

“That was my favourite thing about you.” He replied quietly. He seemed nervous. You blushed again. “The way you spoke was mesmerizing.” He continued before, it seemed, he could stop himself.

A manic sounding giggle escaped your lips. “Wow, marry me?” You joked. It was his turn to laugh like a crazy person.

“So, uh,” you continued “how long are you here for?”

“Whole summer.” He answered and smiled up at you. “How solo were you hoping to spend your time?” He ran his hand down the back of his neck and rested it on his shoulder.

You laughed and placed your hand on his arm.

The first few days with Ollie were a little awkward. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in that you didn’t know eachother anymore. It had been a decade since you had spent time together, and while he talked a little more than he used to, it was still few and far in between.

You couldn’t tell if he found it awkward though. He never mentioned it. He just followed you around. He seemed content to just exist nearby you.

The first two weeks breezed by in a flurry of family, kids, games, and way too much food. At the end of it, you waved them goodbye and excitedly hurried back to the little cabin. This would be the first time you’d had it all to yourself.

You pulled the door shut behind you and basked in the quiet for a moment. You could always hear other campers outside. Kids shrieking, vehicles moving, multiple different music sources all floating on top of eachother. And inside was a sort of haven from it all.

You made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink when you found a plate full of cookies, uncovered and still warm on the counter. You were surprised, you hadn’t noticed anyone baking before they’d left? Weird.

You inspected a cookie. Sniffed it, licked it. You didn’t immediately explode, so you shrugged your shoulders to yourself and took a bite. It was a very good cookie. You grabbed a couple more and threw them in a baggie. You gathered some other things, and changed into your bathing suit.

The beach was a short 5 or so minute walk from your cabin, and you munched away at your cookie the whole way. It was a bit overcast, so the beach wasn’t as crowded as it usually was.

You claimed a spot near another family, so that you felt comfortable leaving your stuff alone if you swam, and laid your towel out. You pulled your slinky bathing suit cover over your head and dropped it next to your things.

It was still a bit early in the day to go into the water so you opted for sunbathing with the hopes you’d get all warm and toasty then cool off in the water. Soon you were face down on a towel, your head on your arms, dozing away. You were interrupted by a prolonged blocking of sun rays.

You craned your head up and struggled to make out who it was looming over you with the suns rays blinding you from behind them. You glanced down at their feet next to you and recognized pale green skin.

“You liked the cookies?” Ollies deep voice asked. You were about to say yes, when you processed the implications of him being the one to hand deliver, into your kitchen, without asking, the surprise treat you’d found. You sat up and tugged his hand so he wasn’t standing in front of the sun anymore and you could actually see him.

“Uh, yeah they were good. But, that means you were in my cabin?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh, sorry, was that inappropriate?” He asked, genuine concern seeming to lace his tone. “Sorry, I sometimes…” he trailed off. He looked anxious again. You chose to let him work through what he wanted to say. Words were hard for him, and you wanted him to feel safe sharing them with you. Even if right now you were kind of peeved with him. “Sometimes I don’t understand what’s.. ok, or whatever.” He finished.

“Well, I appreciate your apology. No, going into someone else’s space without their consent, isn’t ok.” You softened. He wasn’t trying to cross a boundary. And he had apologized immediately. “How did you get in anyway?” You queried, already moving on from the emotions.

“I, uh, it was unlocked.” He stuttered out. Your eyebrows knit together. You could have sworn it was locked. But you shrugged past the confusion quickly. How else would he have gotten in?

“Weird. Well, anyway, I do like the cookies, they are delicious and very sweet of you.” You placed your hand on his lower calf where you could reach in a comforting way. “Just next time please knock.” You winked and giggled.

He nodded emphatically.

You and Ollie spent the day at the beach. You realized later that you never actually asked him to join you, but you weren’t displeased that he did. Even after only two weeks, you were pretty used to having him around you again. It was just like when you were kids.

Well, almost. You couldn’t help but notice some of his gazing wasn’t quite as… wholesome as it had been when you were kids. But it didn’t bother you. He wasn’t lewd about it at all, and if you were being honest with yourself, you kind of enjoyed it. Also, you had to admit, you had done some gazing yourself.

He was huge. He was muscled. He was gorgeous, and didn’t seem to be aware of it. He was exquisitely shy around everyone but you. And on top of all that, he seemed to notice only you.

You had watched countless others throw themselves at him, just to be rejected one way or another. More often than not, it seemed he just genuinely didn’t realize he was being hit on. Sometimes he’d be forced into straight up turning someone down, but mostly he’d just give them a puzzled look, and walk away.

Today was no different. You were reaching for the sunscreen when a volleyball sprayed sand all over you. You yelped and sand filled your mouth. A very pretty woman jogged over.

“O-M-G! I am so sorry about that!” She said in one of the fakest voices you’d ever heard. She said it to Ollie, not you, even though he hadn’t been hit with the spray at all. Normally you would have said something sassy, but you were too busy spitting sand from your mouth.

Ollie didn’t respond to her, but he leaned over to grab the volleyball from where it had landed between you.

“I��m Selina!” She said, all bubbly. “I’ve seen you around, you should play with us some time!”

Ollie looked up at her, volleyball still in his hands. He glanced at you. He turned back to her and thrust the ball towards her. He held it tightly in one single hand. You couldn’t help but notice how large his hand was.

“You should be more careful.” He replied, emotionless.

She took the ball and giggled anxiously. “Oh, yeah of course, we totally will.” She smiled awkwardly at you. “So, do you want to come play now?” She shot her shot.

“No.” Ollie replied.

“Aw, come on. We don’t bite.” She joked and wiggled her finger at him.

Ollie glared at her now. His face no longer impassive but furious. It surprised you. He didn’t normally express much emotion visibly.

“First you spray sand all over my partner,” he started.

Partner?!

“Then you apologize to me, not even the one you sprayed.” He continued, his tone developing an edge. The girl raised the hand not holding the ball in front of her and took a hesitant step back.

“THEN you hit on me in front of them, and don’t take no for an answer?” He shook his head at her, his soft black curls bouncing with the movement. “I am so, painfully, not interested.” He finished.

The woman blushed deeper red at each of his words, before spinning on her heel and practically running away.

“That was kind of rude.” You said quietly. You could feel his annoyance rolling off of him.

“Did I say anything untrue?” He asked you. His words were demanding, but his tone was soft. He was always soft with you. He glared in the direction she had ran. 

“Well, not really.” You answered speculatively. “Mostly. Partner?” You asked and turned to look at him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. I guess that wasn’t true.” He replied. He glanced up at you from the side, but didn’t turn to face you.

“Why did you say it then?” Your voice sounded small, but you felt bold for vocalizing the question pounding in your head.

He turned to look at you for a moment. A fire blazed in his eyes. He didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stared into your eyes. You found you couldn’t look away.

Finally, “Sorry, I guess I wanted more reason to defend you. I felt… more angry than made sense.” He turned to look back down in front of him. You mulled his words for a moment. That made sense. What you still wondered about was the feelings that made him ‘more angry than made sense’.

You reached out and lay a hand on his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, but then quickly relaxed into your touch. “Thank you for defending me.” You said quietly. A smile played at his lips. He glanced back at you for just a second.

“Oh, also I think that was the most words I’ve ever heard you say all in a row about the same topic.” You teased him.

Your hand still lay on his shoulder. A part of you recognized the moment was over, and it made sense to remove your hand. But you didn’t. His skin was warm and you could feel his muscles tense and move with him.

You were surprised by a sudden, intense desire to touch him everywhere.

“I like your bathing suit by the way.” He mumbled. You almost didn’t catch it. Your cheeks burned and you stared at him for a second too long. 

You snapped out of it and finally pulled your hand from his shoulder. You found yourself fidgeting with the ties that hung down the side of your string bikini. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to see him here, and this suit was one you normally reserved solely for private sun bathing as it was pretty skimpy. You were suddenly very aware of the soft rolls on your sides. The way your thighs pressed together. 

“Oh, really?” Your laugh had a slight edge. “My mom told me it’s not… flattering on my body.” You didn’t know why you told him that. It was embarrassing. Not only had your mother insulted you, but she’d body shamed you. And now you were telling the absolute hunk of a man sitting next to you looking like an Adonis? “But I like it, still.” You finished lamely. 

You looked up then to see Ollie staring at you. The fire in his eyes had returned. The same fire he’d had when you asked him why he’d called you his partner. “It’s very flattering. Your mother is a lovely woman, but clearly blind.” He spoke with an almost comedic level of seriousness. You fought the instinct to brush off the compliment. You didn’t want to. You wanted to believe him. 

You tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled to yourself. “Thank you.” Your voice was soft. 

After that day on the beach, Ollie became significantly more protective of you. More possessive. He was always around you. He brought you coffee and breakfast, he fixed little things around the cabin for you, he planned activities for you both to do.

You wouldn’t have thought him a hardcore hobby guy, but he took you rock climbing, and snorkelling. He took you to a local pottery studio, he brought you to the library in town. He always had you doing something.

It was starting to drive you crazy.

You had wanted to relax?! Not that you didn’t enjoy the activities, and his company, but it never stopped. You were on vacation. You had planned to lie on the beach for two months straight, eating, drinking, and probably smoking a lot of weed. Now here you were, sober, and painting in the woods.

You felt guilty. This was a beautiful activity, and you were genuinely enjoying it. But it just hadn’t been what you planned for. You would have loved a few things here and there, but not every day, all day long.

You decided to tell him that evening. The painting class ended, and you were actually pretty pleased with your work. It was a life painting of the little waterfall and pond the class had been set up next to. You weren’t anything special, but you were proud of it nonetheless.

Ollie jumped into his old, open jeep and carefully placed both of your paintings behind his seat. He leaned across the bench seat to offer you his hand. He pulled you up onto the bench like you weighed nothing. It’s something he must have done 100 times by now, but every single time, you blushed like a fool. Your core heated at the casual way he handled you. 

“You’re not heavy, you know.” Ollie broke the silence as you headed back to the camp.

“… what?” You asked, confused.

“You always look so worried after I help you into the car.” He glanced at you then back to the road. “You’re not heavy.” He stated matter of factly

You blushed again. He had no idea.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I’m worried about that.” You lied lamely. You’d always been bad at lying. You chewed on your lip.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Ok, so if that’s not it,” His voice was smooth and deep. He didn’t speak much. Even now. He mostly used basic gestures to communicate. But sometimes, when you were alone, he’d talk. You loved it. More than you probably should have. A warmth spread from the centre of you and radiated out. “what is it then?” He continued, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“Uh, what is what then?” You replied, hoping he’d drop it if you pretended not to understand.

“Why do you blush so hard every time you get in my vehicle?” He asked. There was no getting around that one.

You sighed to yourself. Do you tell him? What the hell, you thought to yourself. What does it matter if he thinks you’re a horny slut? He’s just some guy you’re going to see for another month and a half, then never again. Who cares… right?

“I… gods this is embarrassing,” you started. You saw his one eyebrow raise. “It’s… ok… it’s hot as fuck, ok?” You forced out. You could feel how warm your cheeks were. This was worse than you thought it would be. You cared more than you liked.

“… what’s hot?” He asked slowly. You died a little. Of COURSE he was going to make you spell it out.

“Omg Ollie, I just… I’m not… small alright? So having a very attractive man casually lift me like it’s nothing?” You stared out the open window, unable or unwilling to look at him. “That’s really hot.”

He nodded slowly beside you. You could see in your peripheral that his cheeks had also darkened.

“Is it hot because any man is lifting you, or because I’m lifting you?” He finally asked.

Jesus Christ

“You know,” you started, your voice an octave too high. “I REALLY haven’t given it much thought.”

It was silent in the car for a long time.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore. “So…”

He didn’t look at you. His knuckles were white on the wheel.

“So what are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, too quickly. Your heart fell. Here it was. Just like always.

You were quiet the rest of the drive. He dropped you off at your cabin. Normally he’d jump out and open your door for you. Not tonight. Had you really read him that wrong?

You shut the door behind you and turned around to speak. Before you could, he shifted the gear and drove slowly away.

You spent the evening alternating between disappointed, embarrassed and annoyed. It surprised you how hard it was to keep your mind off of it. Normally rejection rolled off of you. You were pretty used to it, unfortunately. Dating while fat was… something else.

But this was different somehow. You cared this time. It hit you like a truck when you realized it. For the first time, in a very long time, you cared.

You hated it. You hated giving someone that power. Being vulnerable wasn’t something you did well.

You had spent your entire life being “too much”. You were too big, both in personality and body. You were too loud, you had too many emotions, and thoughts. You talked too much. And people were not scared to tell you. You couldn’t even count the times and ways people had defined you as “too much”. The blatant words, the subtle actions, the micro aggressions. That was your life.

But not him. He had told you his favourite thing about you was how much you talked. Which, honestly, felt fake, but it was hard not to believe his genuine eyes. He had done so many things to make you think he…

You instinctively shut down that train of thought. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. He’s made it clear you read things wrong.

The next day came slowly. It was raining. You rolled over in bed, not eager to start the day. You debated going back to sleep, when you heard dishes clinking.

You shot up, fear ripping through your chest. Had you imagined that? No. You heard it again.

A chill settled in your bones as you carefully, silently, crawled out of bed. You wore a skimpy tank top that barely covered you. It was low cut, you never wore a binder/bra, you didn’t need to, you had been blessed with only tiny handfuls for tits, and it rested under your waist showing your lower stomach. The booty shorts you wore didn’t make things any better. They were practically underwear. You debated trying to throw more clothes on, but knew the closet doors creaked.

The little cabin was small, but the bedrooms were on one side, and the kitchen on the complete opposite. You made your way towards it, picking up a badminton racket on the way. It had been discarded in the hallway after another one of your activities with Ollie.

You raised the racket above your shoulder and took a deep breath to steel yourself. This was it. You slowly stepped around the corner. Your mind filled with murderers and villains.

The tall, pale green half orc that was bent over the stove with his back to you was not what you were expecting. You practically sobbed with relief.

“Ollie?!” You demanded, your voice cracking and sounding a lot more desperate than you’d like. He turned slightly, but didn’t look away from whatever he was doing.

“Good morning!” He said cheerily. “Sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make you breakfast to make up for yesterday.” He continued. You noticed now milk and eggs on the counter. The smell of food wafted towards you.

You didn’t say anything. Your brain was struggling to compute. You had like 7 questions. How had he got in? Why did he do this? Why did he think it was ok? But most importantly, what does he mean ‘make up for yesterday’?!

Just as you realized you’d been standing there, slackjawed, not answering, for far too long, he turned. As soon as he saw you, he froze. His cheeks went dark green and the flipper he was holding clattered to the ground. You were confused for about .02 whole seconds before you remembered you were almost naked.

“Uh, I’ll be right back.” You blurted out and raced back to your room. You threw the door shut and leaned against it. What the hell was he doing here? In your cabin! While you were asleep!

Your mind raced as you threw a loose tee over the tank, and a pair of thin sweats on. You made your way back to the kitchen.

“Ollie, I think we need to talk about boundaries-” you started. You stopped when you noticed the front door was open. You looked from the door to the kitchen. He was gone. A thin plume of smoke started on the stove. Something was burning.

A quick toss of the pan into the sink dealt with that. You turned off the burner and leaned on the counter in bafflement.

No, fuck that! He doesn’t get to just run away from this!

You ran after him.

You stormed down the little path, through the camp, and straight to Ollies cabin. You always thought his cabin looked less like a vacation home, and more like a regular home.

Three raps rung out as you knocked on the front door.

No answer.

You were like 90% sure he had gone home.

“Ollie, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.” You called. It was silent for a long moment. You almost began second guessing yourself.

“I… I can’t.” Came softly from inside.

Can’t?! CAN’T?!

“Like HELL you can’t!” You shouted through the door. You cringed slightly when you ended up being louder than you’d meant. A couple walking by stared at you. You raised your hand and smiled unconvincingly.

“Ollie,” you continued, a bit quieter. “You just broke into my cabin while I was sleeping. We are talking about this, right now.” You gritted your teeth. “Open. The. Door.” You left no room for discussion.

A long moment passed with no reply. You fidgeted. Just when you had started to consider squeezing your ass through a window, his voice came through the door.

“It’s open.” He answered.

Oh.

You turned the handle and pushed the door open. He sat, in the afternoon light filtering through the window, on his couch, head hung so you couldn’t see his face, with a large pillow gripped in front of him.

He looked sad. You hadn’t expected sad. You don’t know what you’d expected, but not sad. You steeled your resolve.

“Ok, this has gone too far.” You started. “You’re a great guy, but you don’t seem to understand boundaries, so I’m going to lay them out, clear as day, and if you cross them again, that’s going to be it, Ollie.” You finished and crossed your arms. He looked up through his curls. He looked like he was in agony. You instinctively took a step back, surprised by his intense reaction.

You shook your head, trying not to let those puppy dog eyes break you down. “How do you keep getting into my cabin?” You demanded. “And don’t give me some shit about it being unlocked. I know it was locked last night.”

He looked up, further. His eyes scanned your face. He seemed to be debating if he wanted to answer. You waited.

Finally “I… have a key.” He said, guilt lacing his words.

“A KEY?!” You practically shouted. “Where the hell did you get a key?!”

He groaned and leaned back on the couch. He ran his hand across his face. “I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. “What does that mean?” You said slowly, dangerously.

“I, I bought the campground a few years ago.”

“You own the ENTIRE campground?!” You demanded. Your voice had started to enter dog whistle pitches.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He buried his face in his hands. The large pillow was squished and stuck out at weird angles.

“You never came back.” He said quietly. The dam broke. “One day, you just never came back. 4 years went by and I did everything I could to find you. No one had information, no one knew how to contact you or your family. I kept coming back every year, desperate to see you again, to hear you again. But you were never here.”

He glanced up at you. You felt numb. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

“4 years after you last came they were going to shut it down. It hadn’t been doing as great and the owners were old. They told us it would be the last year. I had some money from my grandparents inheritance, and…” he shook his head at himself.

“I couldn’t let the only connection I had to you disappear. Even if you never came back, all those places we had spent time in, the feelings I had for you, here I got to live in them. I felt you everywhere. Every little memory.”

His cheeks were a deep dark green, but he seemed unable to stop the flow of words from his mouth for the first time in your entire lives.

“I made a lot of changes, put a ton of work in, and the campground is doing great now. This is my life here. I don’t run the day to day anymore, but I live here, I maintain it.”

He looked back down at the ground. “And you finally came back.”

You stood there, stunned. Long moments of uneasy silence passed between you.

“Ollie this…” you didn’t even know what to say. Panic started to rise in your throat. “This is too mu-” you heard yourself start to say it. The words you’d heard your entire life. Too much.

“I need to go.” You blurted out and turned to leave. A noise came from behind you.

Ollie grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. He pushed you against the door, your back to it. He held you there with his hands against the door next to your head. His huge arms framed your face and he bent down to look at you. His face was so close.

“Please, don’t go, just listen, I-” he stuttered. Desperation filled his eyes. Frustration filled yours.

“No!” You shouted. “You don’t get to stop me. You don’t get anything!” You poked his chest, jabbing your finger accusingly. “You don’t get to reject me then tell me you’re obsessed with me!” You spat, the words cruel. You didn’t care. Your nerves were frayed. You didn’t know how to handle yourself after his confession. His obsession.

Confusion pulled his eyebrows together. “Reject you…?” He asked. You blushed. You hadn’t meant to bring that up. But apparently even now, your stupid little monkey brain could only think about that.

“Yesterday.” He still didn’t understand. “And today.” He grimaced but still seemed not to understand. You rolled your eyes and ran your hand through your hair. “You’re so dense sometimes.” You muttered.

“Yesterday, I told you… that I thought you were hot, and how turned on I was, ok? And then you just ran away.” You couldn’t look up at him not with his face so close. Not with his eyes boring into yours. Not with his lips just inches away. “And then today, you see me in skimpy clothes and run away again.” You couldn’t believe you were about to say it. “Like, I get if I’m not your type, but… I guess I just thought you felt differently ok?” You looked up into his eyes for one second before looking back down. The desperation hadn’t gone away, but it looked hungrier than before.

“This doesn’t even matter, I shouldn’t be talking about this right now.” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed softly. He didn’t move. “I need to process what you just told me, and I’m not thinking right.”

“I didn’t run away because I wasn’t into you.” He said. His voice was surprisingly hoarse. Gravel had filled his throat. You looked up in surprise. His cheeks had a new kind of heat to them. Hunger filled his eyes. But there was also fear. You could see how unsure he was.

“I ran away, both times, because I was about one second away from throwing you to the ground and fucking you.” Your breath caught. Your eyebrows pulled together slightly. You shouldn’t be so happy to hear that, you thought. He’s crazy. He’s obsessed with you. Like actually.

But he’d never hurt you.

A small voice in the back of your mind said.

“I love you.” He held your eyes. His gaze softened slightly. The hunger didn’t go though. Neither did the fear. “I always have. I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life. You’re funny, witty, gorgeous, and a bit of a dumbass.” He smirked. “I would do anything for you.” You believed him. “Just give me a chance to show you.”

He moved one hand from beside your head to rest it on your waist. He pulled himself into you. His hard chest pressed against yours, the solid door against your back. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt hot. You felt like you were standing on a knife’s blade. Fall into him, into this crazy, terrifying fantasy, or fall back into reality. What if you could make fantasy a reality? Did you even want that? Some rational part of you screamed. He had been in your home while you slept. He bought an entire huge business because he might get to see you again. He was obsessed with you. He was dangerous. How many times had he let himself in while you slept? What could he have done?

You felt yourself shaking your head before you’d decided to. You pushed your hand on his chest again. “Ollie, I need some space. I need to think.” You said.

“Please,” he begged. “Please just let me show you how well I can take care of you. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” Some part of you wanted that to be true. Wanted him to be true. But could you handle the obsession? What if it went deeper, darker.

You shook your head again and he let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not giving me a chance.” He complained. And edge of mania had started to show in his voice and expressions. “I need to show you. If you just let me show you, then it will all be ok.” He spoke fast and low. You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, then the hem of the tank top underneath.

“Ollie-” you warned.

“No, no, just, you don’t understand.” He cut you off. He leaned down and kissed your neck. You froze. “I’ve been waiting years for you. You think now that I’ve finally got you back, I’m going to let you go?” Darkness seeped at the edges of your vision as fear took hold. “That moment a month ago changed my life, and I’ve spent every second since learning about you.”

His hand on your waist tucked under your tank, and he placed it against your ribs. His hand was huge. Almost comically so. And it rested just inches from your chest. No fabric separating you any longer. All he had to do was move up.

His other hand came down to hold the back of your neck. He pressed you even harder against the door. His breath was ragged as he kissed up and down your neck and shoulder in between words.

“I know what you like. I know how you like it. I’ve watched you.” A sob wracked through your chest at that. The first time you’d reacted outwardly since he started kissing you.

“You’re so lonely. I’ve heard you cry in your bed at night. I’ve heard you beg to be loved. That’s what I want to do, baby.” He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. “Let me love you.”

“Let me love you.” Ollies plea rang through your head. He was so close. Too close.

“Let me make you feel good, love.” He said. He pushed his knee between your legs, parting them. You gasped and wiggled but he held you firm between his hand on your waist and his arm bracing the door by your head.

You didn’t know what to do. You could scream. Somehow that felt like the wrong thing to do. You knew you weren’t thinking straight. You could feel your cunt throb against his leg.

“I want to show you how well I know you.” He nuzzled into your neck, nipping at your soft flesh. You couldn’t help the half sob, half moan that ripped from your chest. “I want to show you how well I can take care of you.” He pleaded with you. He raised his knee and ground into your clit through your clothes. You moaned and tried pushing him away. He didn’t budge.

“Please, Ollie, don’t-” you tried to beg him to let you go. Just as you started talking he reached up under your shirts and rolled his thumb over your nipple. You choked on your words.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He whispered into your neck. “But I thought you’d never look at me that way. Until yesterday.” He squeezed the nipple he was rolling. Your back arched instinctively and you pushed yourself into his body. He groaned.

“Everything about you is so expressive.” He practically growled. The words flowed like they’d never been stopped up before. “I used to imagine you were singing. The melody of your voice. I would play beautiful instruments in my mind worthy of keeping up with you.”

He ran his lips up your neck to your jawline. You felt him tremble slightly. He didn’t kiss you there. He just lingered. “I wished a thousand times I could talk to you. That I could open my mouth and words even half as clever as yours could fall out.”

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. You were still pressed against him, your pussy was resting, and throbbing on his leg. His thumb rolled your nipple slowly while he spoke.

“But you didn’t force me to talk. You were ok to let me be silent. I never got to thank you for that.” You saw a pain flash through his eyes. He didn’t break eye contact and you found yourself unable to. You were surprised when your own heart throbbed at his pain. “You were… are the only person in my entire life to accept me as I am, no expectations.”

He kissed you. It was soft, warm, but just like everything else, desperate. You didn’t move for a moment. You didn’t know what to do. He kissed you harder, and you felt his anxiety rise. The panic that you weren’t going to kiss him back. You felt how badly he wanted you to kiss him back.

And then you realized, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him. Not like this, but you did. Some where along the lines, you’d developed feelings for this huge, stupid hot, and completely crazy man. You knew it was dangerous. The fear chilled you. But the desire warmed you right back up.

Suddenly you were kissing him back. Your hands were in his hair, on his neck, his shoulders. He leaned in even further, crushing you against his chest. His other hand came down to your neck and gripped you tightly. The hand on your chest explored further, touching all of you. Just as quickly as it started, it became overwhelming.

“Ollie, stop, not like this.” You said in between kisses. You tried pushing him back again. He growled again, but this time it was frustrated, feral.

“Stop pushing me away.” His words were heavy with warning. “You want this, me. I know you do. Just let me show you how good i can be. How i can make you feel.” He spun you around faster than you could react. He pressed you against the door, his hard cock pressing into your lower back. He twisted one of your arms behind your back and held you there. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you wont give me a chance.” His other hand snaked back under your shirt and pinched your nippled, hard. You gasped. “I know you’ll love it, eventually.”

Tears started to spill from your eyes silently. You didn’t fight back. You knew there was no point. He was so much bigger and stronger than you. It was more than just that though. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to. If he was telling the truth, he knew exactly what kind of things you liked. You knew how wet your pussy was already. Being taken against your will was probably your number one fantasy.

BUT IT IS JUST A FANTASY

You shouted inside your mind. You should be screaming. Fighting, kicking, anything! And yet, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, all you could do was think about how hot that was. He threw you around like you weighed nothing. And he wanted you, so badly. You had never been desired like this before. Not to these extremes.

He threw you down on his huge, orc sized bed. It was reinforced with a thick wood frame. You instinctively curled into the fetal position. The tears hadn’t stopped, even if you didn’t really feel that sad. You were in a strange state of disconnection. On one hand you logically understood how wrong this all was. How dangerous this was. What he was about to do to you. But emotionally, you couldn’t care less. You were dripping wet, and the way he felt about you gave you butterflies. The way he talked about you and his feelings for you, made you feel valuable. It wasn’t something you had experienced much in your life. What he had said about you being the only one to accept him, rang in your mind. Was he that for you? Could you accept what he was about to do to you because he was the only person you had never been too much for?

You could give him permission, you thought. Then at least it wouldn’t be r*pe. But a part of you knew no matter what happened, it still would be. And another, quieter, more insidious part knew you’d rather it be forced. To finally fulfill that deepest darkest fantasy.

Ollie stood over your curled body on his bed. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered. He didn’t seem to be speaking to you, but about you. It made you blush regardless. What was wrong with you? He bent down and tried to pry your limbs apart. You held to yourself tightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to, but you need to listen to me.” The warning had returned to his words. You didn’t relax your position, but when he tried again to move your body, you allowed it this time. “Good pet.” He purred, satisfaction lacing his voice. Your cunt throbbed at his words. He slowly raised you up to a sitting position.

“Take off your shirt, love.” He said softly, but with intent. You found yourself staring into his eyes while you crossed your arms across your chest to reach for the hem on either side. You paused. He nodded once, and you slowly pulled both shirts up and over your head. His breath caught as your chest was revealed. You were surprised to find he hadn’t stoped looking into your eyes, and after the shirt was past your face, your gazes caught again. You blushed and squirmed under his intense eye contact. Instinctively, you lifted your arms to cover your chest. He raised one eyebrow in a disapproving way and you froze. He reached out and gripped both of your forearms.

“If you can’t keep your arms down, I’m going to have to restrain them. This is your only warning.” You lowered them and he smiled. Your heart thudded in your chest, his approval suddenly the most important thing. Where had that shy boy gone? Where did this confident, dominant man taken over? He moved forward, kneeling with one knee in between your legs. He pushed you gently until you were lying on your back on the bed.

Ollie lifted one of your legs, and started tugging at the hem of your sweats. it suddenly became too much again and you bolted back up. Your hands gripped his on the cuff of your pants. “Wait,” you panicked.

Ollie sighed. “I warned you.” You didn’t understand for a moment, until he reached by the beds headboard and pulled an already attached silk tie out. One end was tied to the frame. An alarm went off in your head that you silenced immediately upon realising he’d prepared for some eventuality of tying you up. He quickly grabbed your right hand and started tying it tightly to the headboard. Now the panic really set in. It was too real. You started crying in earnest, blabbering and begging. You weren’t coherent. Even you didn’t know what you were saying.

It was too late.

With one hand tied, he snatched the other and repeated. You pulled and wiggled, but he clearly knew what he was doing. The ties were soft, and not tight enough to hurt, but the knots themselves were solid. He returned to slowly removing your pants.

“Please Ollie, it’s not too late, you can stop still.” You pleaded. You honestly didn’t know if you meant it or not.

“Baby, you know I can’t stop.” He replied in a patronizing voice. “I need you, don’t you understand that?” He pulled the sweatpants fully off, and you were left in only your little shorts that were basically underwear. The cold air answered the reality you had been dreading. You were soaked. Your shorts definitely had a wet spot. And if you somehow hadn’t been sure already, the look of pure, animalistic satisfaction that spread over Ollies face, solidified it.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said smugly. “I told you, i know what you like.” He leaned forward, knee in between your legs again. He brought his face next you yours and whispered in your ear. ‘I know you’re a desperate slut, just begging to be fucked into oblivion.” He placed his huge palm against your clothed cunt. The heat was tangible. “Luckily for you, I’m happy to oblige.” He teased. His voice cavalier and excited. It was like he couldn’t understand how far past ok he had gone. He raised his hand from your cunt and brought it back down in a swift, hard smack. You cried out, not able to stifle yourself. It devolved into a long drawn out moan. “You can’t lie to me, beautiful.”

He turned and kissed you, hard, frantically. His hands roamed over your body. He ground his knee up into your clit again. Your breath hitched as you tried desperately not to moan again. He pulled himself away and looked down at your still clothed pussy. He looked mesmerized.

Ollie slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged down. You pushed your ass into the bed, trying to keep the shorts from pulling down. He glanced up at you, a look of impatience on his face. “Lift.” He demanded. You relented. The shorts peeled from your skin, highlighting just how wet you were. You squirmed in embarrassment both from the exposure and the fact you were dripping. He folded the shorts and tucked them into his pants pocket. You didn’t miss that he had tossed all of your other clothes.

He leaned forward, hand reaching for you, but you started wiggling violently, trying to close your legs. “Wait, wait, Ollie, no you need-” He stopped and smacked your inner thigh, hard. You cried out, the tears redoubling. You pulled at your restraints and tried to push your legs from their positions on either side of him. He held them down.

“Do you need me to tie your legs up too?” He said condescendingly. You cried, not answering. “Hmm? And maybe a gag too?” He started leaning back, reaching for something behind him.

“No no no no, Ollie, that’s not what i mean, stop, just listen to me a second.” You begged. You sighed with relief when he paused and looked back at you.

“It’s just...” You started, then suddenly felt shy. He waited. “It’s just, you can’t touch me… yet.” He cocked his head, clearly perplexed. You wished you could hide your face. “You can’t.. I can’t…” He held your eyes, not giving you an out. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You spat out finally.

You don’t think you could ever describe the look that crossed his face then. You understood you were basically giving him permission now. And you were no longer fighting it in any way but for show. He had you, and he knew it. Thankfully, he didn’t rub it in your face.

Ollie leaned back up, until he was resting on his own legs, bent and still in between your open thighs. He smirked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. You’d see him shirtless many times. It was a campground with a beach after all. But this time, with the settings, the circumstances, it was much more intense. The daylight filtered in through a window, and no other lights were on. Thin curtains stopped anyone from seeing inside, but did little for the light. He was muscular and toned, the light rays almost illuminating him. He was beautiful, and not overly ripped, but clearly did a lot of physical work.

The green of his skin was slightly paler than on his arms, but was replaced with a surprising amount of freckles. You hadn’t really noticed them before, but now that he was so close and you were hyper aware of everything, you saw how his skin was covered with tiny, barely visible freckles.

He started undoing the buttons on his pants. His cock was visibly hard through them. Your breath caught. You squirmed at the idea of being utterly taken by him. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of both his pants and boxers. He leaned up as if to pull them down, but stopped and raised and eyebrow.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice leaving no room for defiance.

“Wh… what?” You asked.

“What do you want?” He asked again, enunciating each word.

“I…” you couldn’t believe he was making you say it. “I want you to take off your clothes.” You said, finally. “Please.”

He sighed hearing that, and continued pulling them down. His hard dick sprang out and it was huge just like everything else about him. You were halfway between excited and terrified. You didn’t think it would fit.

“Don’t worry love” he said, reading your expression. “We will get you nice and ready first.” He leaned over your body, his chest pressing onto yours. His dick rested against your thigh. He leaned in to your ear and whispered “and I’m not going to fuck you until you ask me to.”

He sunk two fingers deep into your cunt with no warning.

You cried out and arched your back. His fingers alone were probably thicker than any cock you’d taken. His eyes were glued on your face. 

“I love you so much. I’ve been in love with you my entire life. I tried dating other people, I tried letting them in, but I couldn’t. I always compared them to you.” He spoke softly as he fucked his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. 

“I never felt safe enough to open up, and then there you were. Finally back. At first I was scared you wouldn’t recognize me. But you did. Then I was scared you wouldn’t like me, but you did. It was just like we were kids again. I almost kissed you that day.” You tried focusing on his words while he lazily thrusted into you. He was clearly not trying to make you cum. Just rile you up. You squirmed under his touch and words. It felt strange and alien to have someone want you so much. 

“I spent years telling myself if I ever saw you again, I’d talk. I’d tell you everything. About myself, about my feelings. But then I saw you, and I was a kid again. A dumb kid with a crush and no ability to do anything about it.” He kissed your neck and chest while he spoke. You felt worshipped. “It didn’t make it any easier that you’re just ridiculously attractive.” You gripped the ties holding your wrists. The fear was bleeding out of you with every word. 

His tone shifted. “I know I fucked up, I know I’m not… not a good person, I’m so sorry.” He sounded genuine. A pain you didn’t expect, while he was fingering you no less, laced his tone. You believed him, despite his apparent unwillingness to stop. 

“Ollie,” you said breathlessly. He paused his kissing and looked up at you. “We,” you moaned between your words. “We can talk about that shit later, ok?” You found yourself smiling at his dumb face. 

It was that moment you realised you might be just as crazy as he was. You wanted him to fuck you. It didn’t matter to you that a few moments ago you were crying and begging him to stop. You wanted him. You were pretty sure it wasn’t just because you were desperately writhing on his fingers. Pretty sure. 

He smiled back and slowed his movements until he stopped altogether. He didn’t say anything and just looked down at you, smiling like a fool. You whimpered and ground yourself against his fingers. He groaned in response. 

“I can’t believe you thought I wasn’t into you.” He teased. 

“I can’t believe a lot of things, ok? I’m a self conscious idiot, and you might be a crazy stalker, I haven’t decided yet.” He chuckled and thrusted his fingers deep into you, once. You moaned loudly. 

“Please.” You said, almost by accident. A dark, hungry look covered his face. 

“Please what, beautiful?” His voice had lost all joviality. He was dead serious now. The words he’d been waiting his entire life for, were so close. 

You squirmed on his fingers. He stayed still, staring into your eyes. “Ollie…” you trailed off. You looked away from him. You knew he was going to make you say it, but you really didn’t want him to. You felt embarrassed begging for him. 

“Please say it.” He asked quietly. You were surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. Your eyes dragged back to his and you could easily see the precipice he sat on. A similar one you teetered on earlier. One simple sentence and you both could have everything. Fall into the reality of what he’d done, into the messy, scary world of pushing everything good away to hold a place for the bad he’d done and the way he’d hurt you. And he had hurt you. Or, you could both plunge into the fantasy, the dream, the feelings you’d longed for your whole lives. To belong. To be loved. To be accepted as you were. 

You took a steadying breath. You could see he was trying to not react yet, but the fear and worry in his brow was unmistakable. “Ollie, what you did wasn’t ok. And how you handled this wasn’t right. I honestly don’t know how to forgive you.” 

His face fell. He didn’t look upset with you. 

“But,” his breath caught as you continued. “I’d like to try.” You smiled softly at him. Your heart throbbed as he hesitantly smiled back at you. 

“Please, for the love of gods, please fuck me.” You spoke with conviction. 

He didn’t waste time. In seconds his huge fingers were replaced with his huge cock. He teased your entrance, coating his dick in your wetness. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t desperate any longer. It was passionate and hungry and eager. 

He slid the tip of his cock into you and you groaned at the stretch. “Fuck you’re tight.” He practically breathed into your ear. 

“You’re so big.” You whined out. 

“I know you can take me, baby.” He peppered your face with kisses while he pushed further. His breath hitched as he claimed another inch. He was moving painstakingly slow. You knew he was doing it for you, to not hurt you any further, but he was also driving you crazy. Every bit he sunk into you, you were desperate for more. You wanted to be absolutely filled but him, to be taken and owned. You wanted his powerful body ramming into yours. 

You squirmed and tried pushing back against his cock. Ollie raised an eyebrow. “Please…” you trailed off. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, incredulous. You nodded and chewed on your lip. You gazed up at him above you. His eyes were heavy lidded and his face was flushed. He was so beautiful. He smiled down at you and gently cupped your cheek. 

And then he was inside you. He thrust the rest of the way, in one, hard push. You screamed, fear at being heard forgotten. He chuckled and covered your mouth with his hand. It dwarfed your face. He held your jaw while he pulled out and sunk back in. 

He set a brutal pace, pounding into you. The extreme stretch started feeling more comfortable and your screams turned to moans behind his hand. Ollie pressed his fingers against your lips and you opened your mouth. Two thick fingers played with your tongue. He worked them deep to the back of your throat. He held them there, slightly gagging you on them. He smirked. 

“Say it again.” His tone teasing but his eyes serious. 

“Say wha-at” you sputtered out between thrusts and his fingers. His smirk twisted the other way and he frowned slightly. His pace slowed and after a couple more thrusts, he stopped moving. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “Why…” you panted. 

“Ask me to fuck you.” His eyes lit up at the prospect. 

“You just were, why did you stop?” You complained and ground your hips into his. He snapped his hands tight to your waist and held you in place. “Ollie…” you whined. You gave him the best doe eyes you could. 

“I told you what I want.” His voice was stern but you could read his amusement. He liked seeing you desperate for him. 

“Why do you keep making me say embarrassing things?!” You demanded. You tried moving on his still deep cock once more and his grip tightened to a painful extent. You’d have bruises for sure. 

“Keep saying them.” He leaned forward to suck on your neck. You gasped as he worked a dark hickey into your skin. You whined without words, desperately trying to instigate his movement again. He held you tight, moving down your neck to your chest, leaving a line of deepening bruises in his wake. 

You realised he wasn’t going to let you out of saying it before you finally actually started talking. You tried putting it off as long as possible but he wasn’t wrong when he said he knew how to make you feel good. You were getting past desperate and moving to unashamed and wanton. 

Finally, “Please Ollie, please fuck me.” He grinned against your skin. You didn’t stop. A string of only semi coherent pleas spilled from your lips. “I want to feel you cum in me, I want to feel you wreck me.” Some part of you still held onto that embarrassment, but mostly you didn’t care anymore. And Ollie loved it. The most beautiful sounds in the worlds were of you begging for him. 

He snapped his hips back into motion and your pleas shifted to half moaned words and expletives. You had been brought close and denied, your pleasure slowly building but never releasing, and whether he meant to or not, he had you at the brink in moments. 

Your orgasm ripped through you with almost no warning. You cried out his name and gripped his back, nails digging in like claws. Your passion threw him over the edge as well and he trapped your lips in a rough kiss as you felt his hot cum flood your insides. You felt more full than you even thought possible. 

You rode out your orgasms locked tightly together, his hips stuttering as the last few ropes filled your already full cunt. Everything that had happened, the emotions, the hormones, wiped your mind right out, and before he had even pulled out, you were dozing in Ollie's arms underneath him. 

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You woke, apparently hours later, since no light came through the windows. The room was dim, but the door was open and light spilled through from somewhere else. You were wrapped in Ollies massive bed, several blankets layered on and around you, pillows framing your body. It was like a cozy nest and you snuggled in deeper. 

The smell of food wafted in from the rest of the home and you thought you heard low humming. You couldn’t help grinning to yourself. You had a hot, huge half orc making you food after railing you? Yeah, you could get used to that. 

You heard soft steps coming towards the room and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to stay in this moment for a little bit longer. You heard Ollie pause at the door. He stood there for a few moments, not saying anything. Did he know you were awake?

You opened one eye just the barest amount, just so you could see. You hoped it wasn’t obvious. You told yourself it was dark in the room. You could see Ollie’s form, arms crossed over his broad chest. He leaned against the doorframe, face split with a wide smile. You still couldn’t tell if he knew you were awake. 

He stood like that for longer than you’d expected. Long enough that your pretend sleeping became real. You drifted in and out, hovering right between awake and asleep. 

You surfaced as you felt Ollie’s lips gently press into your forehead. You nuzzled against his face, and his breath caught. Ollie’s fingers danced along your jaw as you slipped back under. 

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please write more sombr fics!!!! i absolutely love your writing! literally making me blush just from reading your stuff!

Thank youuuu <33

Cw: a little suggestive at the end, not smut but kind of alluding to it?

sombr x g!nreader 550 words

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“You’re staring again.”

Shane states as his eyes meet yours through the mirror in your shared bedroom

You immediately protest, even though you definitely were.

Shane just smirks because he knows you were too.

It's really not your fault. How could you not stare when he’s getting ready to go out? His usually unruly curls are now slightly more refined, his hands are quickly moving to set his tie around his neck, and his smile is downright blinding.

He looks good, and he's your boyfriend, and you only have so much strength.

You sigh and push yourself off your bed, making your way over to him. You keep your eyes locked in the mirror as you wrap your hands around his waist. 

You feel him sigh as you do so, relaxing into your touch. 

His smile is goofy and off-kilter as he greets you in a flirtatious tone,

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi” 

You murmur it quietly with your face pressed into his shirt.

He continues to smile dopily at you through the mirror. 

He notices you continuing to stare and tilts his head,

“What? Do I have something on my face or something? And don’t say you aren’t staring because you definitely are.”

You giggle and untangle yourself from him,

“No, your face is beautiful. Am I not allowed to look at my boyfriend?”

He smirks

“Oh, you're definitely allowed to look at your boyfriend. Actually, it's encouraged. Maybe if you’re feeling generous, you'd touch him too. He’d probably like that.”

You snort,

“Yeah, he probably would.”

You roll your eyes at him, but melt when his hand comes to cup your cheek. His eyes are soft when they meet yours, but they have a slight hint of mischief in them.

“You feeling generous, Baby?”

“No, but you must be considering you’re the one who’s touching me.”

He hums in return

“Fair argument.”

He steps closer toward you, removing his hand from your face and moving them down to your waist to pull you in. Once you're pressed up against him, he kisses you. Your hand grasps his bicep, and the other makes its way to his hair.

As he slowly pulls his lips away from yours and he whispers

“Feeling generous now?”

You push him away,

“You're insatiable!”

He cackles and grabs you just as you turn to leave,

“I’m sorry! I had to!” he laughs as he pulls you into his front, wrapping his long arms around you.

You don’t give in and keep your arms firmly locked to your sides and your head pressed into his chest.

“Touch me!” 

“No,” you reply.

“Please?”

“Reduced to begging now?”

“Does it turn you on?”

You scoff at him, but end up hugging him back. 

“It could”

He stares down at you with a hungry expression just as a timer on his phone goes off, signaling he has to leave soon.

You laugh wickedly at his disappointed expression.

You take your hands up to his collar and tighten his tie, then move them down his chest to clear any wrinkles from his shirt, but also to work him up. Actually, you did it mostly to work him up.

“Tease.”

“Only for you”

You lean up and give him a quick peck before pulling away and pushing him toward the door, prompting him to leave.

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Tea for Two

Amelia Shepherd x g!nreader* Warnings: some explicit language, just hella fluff, seriously so much fluff, mentions of hospitalization (duh) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You go to Grey-Sloan Memorial once a week to hang out with the kids on the pediatrics floor, but more and more you find yourself going there for one particular doctor: Amelia Shepherd. But can you work up the courage to make a move? And if you can, will she reciprocate?

*Reader & Gender. Gender is a slippery, tricky thing. I feel like I kind of straddle the line between being a girl and being nonbinary, so my x reader perspectives will shift depending on which I'm feeling more that day. But please feel free to insert whatever pronouns/gender identity fit you best! I try to keep descriptions of the reader to a minimum so you can see yourself in them regardless. <3

You checked in at the front desk of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital and pressed your guest-pass name tag onto your shirt. You had your instrument case on your back, and several familiar nurses waved at you as you made your way to the elevator and up to the pediatrics floor. You were there for your weekly music hour with the kids. It had started last summer, when your brother had open heart surgery and spent a month of the pediatrics floor. You'd often brought your instrument to play and sing his favorite songs for him and, more often than not, other kids on the floor would crowd his room and request songs and sing with you.

By the time your brother had gone home with a clean bill of health, you'd gotten attached to the kids, to the nurses who wheeled patients into the rooms you played in. You went home with song requests and learned how to play Encanto and the Bluey theme song and Simon & Garfunkel for them. It had quickly become one of your favorite parts of the week.

And not just because of the kids. Of course, there were always doctors around, but most of the time there was one particular doctor around, and you both loved and hated it.

"Dr. Shepherd," she'd told you, on the third or fourth post-concert elevator ride which, for whatever reason, you almost always ended up on together. "Or, well, Amelia. I'm not your doctor."

"Y/N," you'd replied, shaking her hand like an idiot businessman. God, she was pretty. You hoped you didn't look as flustered as you were.

"Are you on Spotify?" she asked.

You laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut. "No! No, it's just for fun."

"Well, you're really good at it," Amelia finished, as the elevator opened on the floor before yours.

"Thanks," you said, trying your very hardest to make eye contact.

"See you next week?"

"Yep," you nodded.

"Cool." She gave you a double thumbs-up and walked out the elevator doors.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning back to hold the door open. She pointed at you. "Pronouns? Mine are she/her."

A bright smile flashed across your face. "They/them. Thanks for asking."

"You got it." Another thumbs up, and she was gone. You sighed. Pretty and asked about your pronouns? It was gonna be really hard to convince yourself you didn't like her now.

Amelia was there next week. And the next. And the next. Always in the back. Always in the elevator with you afterward. And you just talked. Never for more than a few minutes. But those few minutes added up after a while. You learned that she was Chief of Neurosurgery. That she'd grown up in New York. That she lived with her sisters and her nieces and nephew. That she loved boba tea and cats.

One day, in a moment of reckless confidence, you stopped at Seattle Best Tea on your way to Grey-Sloan and picked up two boba teas, one for you and one for Amelia. As soon as you stepped through the doors of the hospital, you knew it was a mistake. Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Friends don't bring boba tea. Especially elevator friends.

But then, of course, you had to give it to her. Because otherwise it'd look like you brought two bobas for yourself, and that was even weirder.

She was already in her corner of the pediatrics lobby when you walked in. Trying to act casual, you approached her and held on the tea.

"Hey," you said. "Do you, uh... do you want this?"

She looked at you, surprised, and took the cup. "You brought me boba?"

"No." You shook your head and shrugged. "I had an... extra?" It was a stupid excuse. You knew it the moment it left your mouth.

A smile crept at the corner of Amelia's lips, and she raised her eyebrows at you. "You had an extra milk tea?"

"No," you admitted, flushing slightly and running a hand self-consciously through your hair. "It's for you." You felt like you were digging your own grave.

"Well, gotta get up there," you said quickly. You avoided her eyes and headed quickly toward the little stool they'd set up for you at the front of the room.

You'd never been so distracted during a set, especially with the Grey-Sloan kids, who usually took up all your attention. At first you tried very hard to not look anywhere near Amelia, but then you thought that might be more suspicious, so you just tried to look in her general direction.

As you packed up your instrument, your heart pounded. You knew, you just knew, she was going to be on that elevator and that she knew. Your damn little boba gesture had almost certainly given you away. And she was going to say, Sorry, I'm not into women. Or kind-of-women-kind-of-not, which is where you usually landed. Even worse, she might say, Sorry, I'm not into you. Or the very worst of all, she wouldn't even be in the elevator, and your time at Grey-Sloan would be unbearably awkward from here on out.

Your heart sank as you got onto the elevator and Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You puffed out your cheeks and exhaled. You'd fucked up. You were glad the elevator was empty this time because you were sure the disappointment showed on. your face. You were not good at hiding your emotions, and you'd prefer to be left alone with this one.

The doors had almost creaked shut when a hand shot out to stop them. An out-of-breath Amelia stepped in, smiling, and leaned against the wall.

"Wow," she breathed. "Almost missed you."

You shuffled your feet and tried to act normal, even though your heart was in your throat.

"Thanks for the tea," she said, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah!" you replied, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, no prob."

"So... do you buy boba for all the girls or just me?"

You felt blood rush to your cheeks. "Uh..."

"Because I really hope it's just me."

You glanced at her in surprise and found her grinning at you, a little embarrassed, a little self-satisfied.

"Really?" you asked, not quite believing what you'd heard.

The elevator door opened on Amelia's floor, and she slipped a business card into your hand, her fingers lightly grazing yours. It felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through you.

"Call me and you can buy me dinner, too," she said, before stepping off the elevator, giving you a little salute as the door closed.

You looked at the card in your hand. On the front: all the usual business information. Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Amelia Shepherd, M.D. Chief of Neurosurgery. On the the back: a phone number, scrawled in messy doctor's hand, with a little heart beside it.

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile, bouncing on the balls of your feet. It worked! The boba worked! Seattle Best Tea didn't know it yet, but they'd just made you a regular for life.

[oriria512]

Sleepover!!!

Alhaitham x G/Nreader

FLUFF! T/w: noneeee (reader cant sleep without hugging their stuffed animal:0 )

In which you two went out to celebrate with the others after successfully rescuing the Dendro Archon. You had a bit too much to drink and he had no choice but to drag you back to his house.

It was already too late for you to walk home alone, not to mention you're drunk.

Being the good boyfriend that he is, he decided to let you stay over at his place until tomorrow's morning. Letting you, and him, change into more comfortable clothes which were his. It was the first time he'd ever let you stay over, let alone sleep together on the same bed, just imagining it made you all giddy and flustered.

While Alhaitham, was busy preparing the bed for the both of you, you ,on the other hand, was trying to sober up in the bathroom.

When he finished, he called you in to let you know it's time to sleep. He's quite sharp with his sleeping schedule you know.

After getting out of the bathroom, you felt quite nervous as you walked towards the bed, your hands instinctively went down to figget with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. You haven't had enough time process the situation yet!! You? With the renowned Akademiya Scribe?? ON THE SAME BED??? IN THE SAME COVER??!???! It almost made you blew up from excitement.

But unfortunately, that feeling was short to live.

.

.

.

You stood at the edge of the bed, blankly starring at him then at the extra blanket that he reserved specifically just for you.

"Are you just going to stand there all night or do you want to catch a cold?" Your dearest boyfriend said, lying on his back, like a qsychopath, and not even sparing you a look keeping his eyes closed.

You let out a small hum to express your disliking but still complied.

Sliding into the soft, cold blanket you tried your hardest to fall asleep.

But after what felt like an hour of tossing and turning, heck, even counted 211 sumpter beasts yet you still couldn't sleep. Not when your stuffed animal isn't in your arms right now...not when you don't have anyone to hold on to.

You slowly turned your head to Alhaitham with a frown on your face, purely from exhaustion, hoping that he'll catch on somehow but he seems to have already fallen into deep sleep. At least one of you gets to rest.

You being you, you decided to stay quiet and turned your back to him. You felt empty and just accepted your fate, sighing dramatically as you wait for the sun to rise so that you can go home and maybe have a good sleep.

"....what do i do with you" Alhaitham mumbled under his breath. The sudden noise from him made you yelp out of surprise.

"Haitham! You're...awake?" You asked him as you turn around to face him.

He opened his eyes and turn his body to you, also. "How can i not be when you were making such ruckus next to me" he spoke softly, trying to appare that he's not scolding you but simply stating a fact.

You tried to apologise but he was quicker to act "having a hard time sleeping?" He asked.

You nodded slowly, looking up at him then quickly look away, "i...can only sleep when i'm hugging (stuffed animal's name)" surprise surprise, it was his present to you on your birthday, which he was quite fond of. At that time, you two have only been dating for a few weeks Alhaitham didn't really know what you liked (he prefers to give you something that would be useful and reminds you of him) so he bought some sweets, a small cake and the huge stuffed sumpter beast plushie that you eyed on everytime he came to pick you up from work.

He only stared at you for a bit then lifts his blanket up, inviting you to him.

Alhaitham's eyes turned soft, the corner of his mouth chirped into a small smile when he saw how your face lit up with contentment. You hurried to abandon your blanket and slid into his arms, hugging him tightly. Your face pressed to the crook of his neck, your hair sprawled out and inhaling his scent that you adore so much. He slowly stroke your back and your hair, gently kissing your head as the both of you slowly drift off to sleep.

Though he wouldn't admit it, at least not yet, in that moment, Alhaitham's bed never felt warmer to him, his house is actually starting to feel like home again...

He still had to keep you in bed the next morning to take care of your horrible hang over, but it was all worth it❤️.

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Little did you know, Alhaitham actually took the blanket out of Kaveh's room, his spare one was hanging outside to dry. Kaveh has just washed his that morning and specifically told Alhaitham not to touch the spare blanket in his room as he has nothing else but a thin cover.

"He'll live...somehow" he thought to himself as he picked up the neatly folded blanket into his room for his love.

[wandussyfantasy]

Office Fantasy

Request from AO3: this was mind blowing-ly awesome, please add another part. maybe in the office like nats fantasies but wanda walks in half way through idk just a thought but another part would be awesome

Pairing: WandaNat x G!nReader

Summary: Natasha is tired of waiting for the next invitation. She takes matters into her own hands.

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

switch!reader, top!Wanda, bottom!Nat, gender neutral reader with a penis, oral r giving, threesome, adult toys use, overstimulation, mention of a peeping-tom, just the tip.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

You are sitting at your desk, stressed out about the workload you have returned to. You knew that taking over a month off of work for a honeymoon was going to bite you in the ass when you returned, but how could you turn down such a generous gift from your boss? Now, you wonder why she ever offered such a thing in the first place. Curious if she was just setting you up for failure because Wanda hasn't invited the woman back to the bedroom since that night. 

In your wife's defense, both of your families invaded your home to finalize wedding details. Neither of you were okay with it until the honeymoon. The months that your families were in town, it was almost impossible to get enough time to be intimate with each other. Which made the honeymoon all the better. The two of you were fucking like animals and the orgasms were phenomenal. Wanda was even considering implementing a sexual fasting at least once a year. But, she hasn't made up her mind on that yet. 

“Excuse me,” Natasha's assistant, Maria Hill, calls your name from your doorway. “Ms. Romanoff has requested that you meet her in her office immediately.” You drop your pen and rise out of your seat, asking what files she needs you to have handy. “This isn't a case review, it's a performance one. All she needs from you is, well, you.”

Your heart jumps in your throat as you follow the assistant through the office building to Natasha’s office. You adjust your tie along the way nervously as you play out every negative scenario. The kind where you get fired or demoted or lose a case to someone else in the office or you find out you made a colossal and irreversible mistake. With heavy feet, you enter her office. 

“Please, have a seat,” Natasha says. You follow the direction. “Ms. Hill, please redirect all calls to voicemail and you're free to leave for the day.” 

“Oh!” Maria is surprised, she has never been allowed to leave work early and today happened to be the perfect day for it. “Okay, thank you Ms. Romanoff.” 

“Shut the door please,” Natasha calls after the woman who quickly returns to pull the heavy wooden door shut. Your boss lands her eyes onto you now. You tense up under her gaze until you recognize the desire in her eyes. “Do you know why I called you in here?” she tilts her head with a smirk. 

“I have a few ideas, but I will just let you tell me,” you respond, playing with the end of your tie. 

“Well, I’ll make it simple,” she leans over her desk to give you the view of her cleavage. Her breasts were being pushed together by her bra and tight shirt, it made you want to titty fuck her. “I miss your cock,” she states. 

You clear your throat as you feel the mentioned body part twitch in your pants. “I hadn't realized you wanted more from me.”

Natasha rolls the chair out from under her and struts around the desk. With a swift motion, her pencil skirt is falling to the ground and she hops onto the front of the desk with her legs open. Giving you a full view of her glistening pussy. You gulp as you watch her. You scramble for your phone and snap a quick picture and send it to Wanda. 

Within seconds you receive two messages. Do it and I’m on my way. “Did the Mistress give you permission?” Natasha asks as she reaches over to pull you closer by your tie. 

“Yes ma'am,” you set your phone on the desk next to her bare thigh. “She’s on her way.” 

Natasha kisses you, “Thank you.” 

You kiss her back and finally run your hands up her thighs. Her skin is warm and smooth and soft. In the kiss, Natasha undoes your tie and a few buttons on your shirt. You trace patterns on her thighs as you tease her pussy. Only barely touching her. Making her try to move closer to your fingers. Finally, you stop kissing her lips to kiss other parts of her. You kiss her neck, the tops of her breasts, her hands, her thighs, anywhere that you can place your lips. Until you put your mouth on her pussy. You kiss the lips first, causing a hitch in Natasha's breath. She is leaning against her hands on the desk to give you more access. You lick her and hum your approval of her taste. The vibration makes her squirm. It's been so long, you didn't think you missed her until now.

You don't put all of your focus on eating her out, just in case Wanda doesn't want Natasha to cum before she gets here. You move your tongue in lazy motions but she is enjoying finally being touched in so long that her body is more sensitive. As you work on her, you undo your pants. You sigh in relief when you've pulled your cock out. You stroke yourself to get fully hard as you continue to eat your boss out on her desk. She has her hands in your hair as she pulls you closer. “Yeah baby, like that, fuck I'm close!” Natasha tried to replace you and Wanda but the two of you have ruined her for anyone. She needs you and your wife. No one makes her feel the way the both of you do. 

When you are ready, you pull your mouth away from her and scoot your chair away. “You can't cum yet,” you tell her. “Not until the Mistress says so,” you kiss Natasha's pouting lips. “You’ll be a good girl for her, won't you?” You caress her cheek and she leans into your comforting touch. 

“Yes, master,” she says and this is the first time this word has been used to address you. It made you tingly and your dick twitch. You enjoyed being on this side of things. Yes, you love Wanda's dominance, you will submit to her no matter what. But having your boss submit to you right now has awoken something new and desirable inside of you. 

To reward Natasha for helping you discover this side of you, you line your cock up at her entrance and slowly ease yourself in. Starting with only the tip. She is warm and tight around the head of your cock. You groan as you find your control. You have to wait for Wanda, you try to remind yourself. You continue to tease her entrance with only the sensitive tip of your cock. Natasha starts to gyrate her hips in hopes of getting more of you to slip in but you maintain your control. When you hear the secret knock you and Wanda came up with, you enter Natasha all of the way and hold yourself there for a second. Finally releasing air that you didn't realize you were holding in. She has her hands on your back to keep you close to her. “Finally,” she whispers.

The knock occurs again and you pull all of the way out of Natasha, much to her dismay. You grab your coat and wrap it around your waist as you answer the door. You lock it once Wanda has entered. She pushes you up against the large wooden door and kisses you hard. “Is she ready for me?” Wanda asks as she bites her bottom lip. 

“Of course, Mistress. She's pretty close to finishing,” you report while you stroke your cock. 

“Good,” Wanda says and kisses you again. She takes over stroking your cock and you sigh happily as you prefer her soft hands. “Let’s not keep her waiting,” she says as she pulls you by your cock over to Natasha's desk. “Fuck her for me, love.” Wanda whispers into your ear. You nod as you put both hands on Natasha's desk next to her naked thighs. Wanda puts her hand on Natasha's thigh and caresses each one. “Open your legs a little wider, honey. Give them more room.” Natasha nods as she does as she's told and spreads her legs more. 

You let Wanda take your cock to guide you back into Natasha's pussy. And once you're inside, you begin to fuck her as slow and hard as you can in this position. Wanda takes Natasha's face in her hands and kisses her hard on the mouth. You moan at the sight and the way Natasha's walls clench around you because of the kiss. She had it bad for you and your wife. While she kisses her, Wanda takes Natasha's hand and puts it on her clitoris. “Touch yourself,” she whispers against her lips. Natasha nods and stimulates her clitoris while you pump deep inside of her. Wanda moves her mouth to Natasha's breasts and you lose it at the sight of your wife sucking on your boss's boobs. You lean down and kiss Natasha and soon enough she is spasming, her walls are tight around you, and her juices are spilling out of her. 

You pull your cock out of her and Wanda puts her mouth on Natasha's pussy. Giving her no break from the pleasure. Over stimulating the woman. She tries to pull Wanda off of her but she is weak as she is hit with another orgasm. Natasha falls limply against her desk as Wanda pulls away. Your wife steps back and undresses. She lays her naked body against Natasha's and she shakes her booty at you. Luring you to her. You kneel down and lick her wet pussy. Sticking your tongue inside of her every few seconds. Then you slip your finger inside of Natasha, making the woman spring back to life. Wanda smiles down at her and starts to kiss her again. Their lips sucking each other turns you on even more and you stop eating your wife's pussy. Normally, you'd wait for her to tell you what to do. But today, you're the Master. 

You enter Wanda with your big cock as she continues to kiss Natasha. You pump inside of her for a little bit before you pull out and enter the hole underneath her. Natasha yelps at the unexpected penetration. You do this switching between their holes until you feel yourself getting close and you slam your hips into your wife and unload everything inside of her. 

Panting heavily, you pull out of Wanda and fall back into the chair. “Fuck, this isn't how I saw my day going,” you laugh to yourself as Wanda and Natasha are focused on each other. You watch them as they kiss and finger each other on top of the large desk. Wanda steps away and reaches for something in her bag. It's her strap-on. She puts it on Natasha's body and the woman looks at her curiously. Wanda beckons her with her finger over to the large windows of the office that look out into the city. 

Wanda pulls Natasha close as her warm body lands against the cold glass. “Fuck me,” she says seductively. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Natasha says as she lines the dildo of your penis at your wife's entrance. You watch them in awe as Wanda wraps her legs around Natasha while she pounds into her. Your cock starts to harden at the sight and you stroke yourself while you continue to enjoy the view. Wanda and Natasha are sloppy as they kiss each other. Then Wanda makes eye contact with you and waves you over. 

You rise as you continue to stroke your cock and without being told, you enter Natasha. “Ooohh yeah,” you groan as you easily slip inside her dripping wet cunt. You slowly pull all of the way out so that she can feel every inch of you and then abruptly slam back in. You do this a couple more times before you stop. You look out the window to see the man that cleans the windows from the outside is watching from the lift. He has his dick out and he is stroking himself. Natasha notices next and freezes. 

Wanda, who was close to her climax, is frustrated by the two of you stopping. “What’s wrong?” She groans. Then she looks behind her and sees the man. She laughs, “Let him watch. It doesn't matter,” you and Natasha look at her shocked. “I’m almost there, come on now.” She rolls her hips in the strap on. Natasha starts to move and you shrug as well. Not caring about the peeping-tom anymore. Instead you redirect your focus to two gorgeous women in front of you and prepare for what's to come. 

The End.

[cupidwritessillystories]

"The nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day"

A Jing Yuan x G/Nreader short story inspired by the quote above (do i wanna know - arctic monkeys)

First actual post besides intro and request rules ☆ it's really short, but it's the first fanfic I've written since 2020, so... I think it's justified 😔 Fluff but also a bit of angst? Idk

Hope you enjoy!

Love always, Cupid ♡

The scent of freshly burnt out candles surrounded the whole room. It was dark, only the moon illuminating it's cold light. When you entered the seat of divine foresight the first thing you noticed was a silhouette standing right in front of the window, staring into the night sky that seemed to be in hand's reach from where you were.

The man before you didn't seem to notice your presence, but you knew that he did. It felt strange. You came here every time after finishing work. You always used the spare keys Jing Yuan gave you one day, saying that as his counselor you should be able to access the place whenever you please. You didn't try to argue with him.

You took a few steps closer towards him, and he slowly turned to face you. You stood there in silence for a while, just admiring each other from a small distance, like the stars in the night sky, that felt so close yet way out of reach.

“I didn't expect to see you here at such a late hour. Didn't you promise Yanqing a training in the early morning?” You say the moment the silence becomes just a little too intimidating. “The most important thing he has to learn is patience. It's going to serve as a lesson if I dooze off for an additional hour or so.” His voice was quiet and seemingly casual, but you could feel the undertone of affection in it.

“I'm still curious as to the reason you're here.” As you said that, you could've sworn that you saw him glance at your lips for merely just a second. “I noticed some time ago that you have a habit of spending your time here after work hours. I think now I understand why you do.” He turned back to look through the window once again. You weren't sure what made you do that, but you were now standing right next to him, your arms touching slightly. Silence fell upon you once more, it lasted for another couple of minutes. This time, it was him who broke it first.

“It's been quite some time since you became my counselor. I never got to thank you properly.” You looked at him confused. “Thank me? For what? I'm just doing my job.” A warm chuckle escaped him, one that you weren't used to. He often laughed, but it never felt so… sincere. “For being you. It has nothing to do with your line of work, really. I appreciate your presence, the way you carry yourself, how you stand up for the ones who can't do it for themselves, how you're always the first to voice your opinion, yet you never force a conversation. You know when to talk and what to say, you know when to keep quiet. It took me a while to realize just how much have I fallen for you.”

In that moment, you were speechless. The air around you felt thick as you stared at Jing Yuan with your mouth slightly agape. You have always felt your heartbeat fasten when he was around, but you didn't ever dare to consider the possibility that he did, too. You felt as if the time around had come to an abrupt stop. His eyes finally met yours, an apologetic look on his face.

“Why… Why are you telling me this?” You ask, not entirely sure if that is what you want to say to him in that moment. He shakes his head slightly. You both know that it's impossible for you to be together, you always did. There's too many contradictions between you two. Time is also not in your favor.

“I figured now would be the ideal time to do so. Besides, nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day, weren't they?” He asks, his tone more affectionate than ever, but also full of lingering sadness. “I suppose.” You say, your fingers moving upwards, tangling in a strand of his beautiful, moon-like hair. “In that case, do you mind… if I kiss you?” You didn't state your feelings outright. You didn't plan on doing so, the intimate tension between you explained them better than you ever could. He turned his whole body to face you fully. He didn't say anything, just nodded at your request and waited.

You pulled your face closer to his, your hands tangling even more in his messy hair, his lingering on your shoulder and cheek. Hesitating for a brief moment before your lips finally met. The kiss was slow but passionate. It wasn't filled with lust, it wasn't a promise, it wasn't anything a kiss usually is. It was a sign of mutual understanding, connection, and love that could never be.

[simplesoup]

An Apple A day keeps the doctor away (If you throw it hard enough)

Doctor Izuku x G/Nreader (dirty mentions 😉)

Food is the way to a man’s heart it heals… it shows love~

You mom had told you that even since you could remember. You’d sit on the counter watching her cook while having a singing party

“Remember the secret ingredient love”

you grinned thinking about all those memories why you were thinking about them in the scariest place possible…. Him?… your… doctor… the man you purposely got sick just to see him…

“Y/n L/n Doctor Deku will see you now…”

you stud up walking to you usual room sitting on the bed grinning ear to ear you didn’t have anything wrong with you but this time you planned to make a move so you wouldn’t have to keep coming back to this dreadful place… the doctor could come take care of you in your own bed enough of this bull shit already..

you crossed your arms determined to say what you needed and if all failed you had a backup plan more like pun but it had to work! How could it not!….

soon a knock came followed by the man himself he walked in and crossed his arms giving you a cheeky grin “Oh let me guess stomach ache? Sore throat? Stubbed toe again?”

you blushed and shook you head god he probably already knew you were obsessed who the hell would go to a doctor for stub toe?! You! YOU BITCH! Especially if the doctor was this damn fine!

You giggled “Listen gonna be honest I’m not sick I just wanted to tell you something” you blushed feeling like you were rushing this. You pulled out a apple from your bag and tossed it to him “A apple a day keeps the doctor away too bad I don’t want you to go away” you flipped you H/L hair and winked at him

he caught the apple with ease looking at it then back at you “I’d be rich if I got a penny every time I heard about the apple part… that last part though that’s new~” he chuckled and bit into the apple looking in your eyes as he licked his lips “You really came here just to tell me you like me?”

you nodded you head innocently he narrowed his eyes and shook his head “Y/N I already put a ring on it stop doing thiss!” He whined crossing his arms at your antics god you were engaged to this man but you still had to mess with him in someway! Plus this was how you had gotten him in the first place granted…. Last time the apple may or may not have slipped and hit him right in the face…. Oops?

he kissed you cheek “Jesus…. Yes I’ll be home in time for the date” he rolled his eyes already reading you mind

You grinned “My throat hurts you should at least check it!~”

he raised a eyebrow walking towards the door “I’ll check it when I get home” he winked at you “You open up better in the bedroom~”

you were left stunned this…this was the man you were marrying!

(Plot twist!? What do we think? This one is idk tbh.. not my fav))

[mmm-fuji]

SANEMI WHO CUDDLES YOU AFTER A LONG DAY- fluff-

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X G!NREADER

type: fluff

AN:sorry if I made it a little short and if there are errors and enjoy reading ❣️

The sun was setting and even the smallest children were now returning home while you too, with a slow step due to tiredness, were returning to your shared estate with none other than the hashira of the wind: Sanemi Shinazugawa.

You two had been dating for a year now and you are happy with this choice because he is always so kind and available to you.

As you entered the large mansion with your eyes struggling to stay open you noticed your white haired boyfriend sitting comfortably on the leather couch wearing thin black glasses as he was reading a fairly thick book.

As soon as he noticed your arrival he turned towards you but immediately noticed your tiredness and bad mood.

:<< bad day? >>: he said taking off his glasses and placing his book on the coffee table in the living room.

:<<let's not talk about it please, I had to run for a lot of hours because that stupid demon kept running away and then when I finally managed to catch up with him I realized that he wasn't a demon but just a kid in disguise who wanted to do something pranking his friends>>: you said taking off your shoes as you headed towards Sanemi.

Sanemi bit back a laugh as you sat comfortably next to him.

:<<and why didn't you realize the deception?:>> he asked as he approached to give you a comforting hug and rest his head on your shoulder.

:<<Today I didn't sleep much and as soon as I saw a being other than humans I rushed towards him without even thinking>>:

��sanemi could hear your exhausted voice as your body relaxed into contact with his.

:<<now don't worry about anything and relax>>:

he said as he began to caress you and those were the last words you heard out of his mouth that evening because you were fast asleep on him by now.

[hlbananaanna]

Daily life of Bakugo & S/O

Character: Bakugo Katsuki x G/N Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 408

It was a warm day in the city, and Bakugo was feeling restless. As a pro hero, he had just finished a long day of hero work and was in need of a release. He was about to go for a run when his phone rang. It was his significant other, who he affectionately referred to as his "better half."

"Hey, baby. What's up?" Bakugo answered, his tone softened as soon as he heard their voice.

"Just wanted to check in and see how your day went. Do you want to meet up later?" they asked.

"Yeah, I could use a break. How about we meet at that new park near our place?" Bakugo suggested.

A few hours later, Bakugo arrived at the park, and his significant other was waiting for him on a bench. They stood up to greet him, and Bakugo couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. They had always had a calming effect on him, and he was grateful to have them in his life.

As they walked around the park, Bakugo talked about his day and the challenges he faced as a hero. His significant other listened intently, offering support and encouragement along the way. It was moments like these that reminded Bakugo how lucky he was to have found someone who understood and loved him for who he was.

They eventually found a quiet spot near a pond, and Bakugo decided to test out his new quirk on the water. His significant other watched in amazement as Bakugo created explosive waves, sending ripples across the pond. When he was done, he turned to his significant other, who was beaming with pride.

"You never cease to amaze me, Bakugo. You're amazing as a hero and an even better partner," they said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Bakugo felt his heart swell with love and affection. He wrapped his arms around his significant other, grateful for their love and support.

Bakugo felt his heart swell with love and affection. He wrapped his arms around his significant other, grateful for their love and support.

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ChatGPT wrote this - as an amateur writer and a fan of many amazing fanfics (crafted by geniuses), i wanted to experiment and see how fanfics are like written by AI. Creativity can never be replaced by AI and while ChatGPT was able to write a pretty well crafted fanfic, it was nothing compared to the talented writers here. It was still really interesting to see how it can easily pass as something i would write when i was trying out writing fanfic years ago (perhaps it's time for me to start resuming with my writing 🥲)

*purely for fun and nothing else* ENJOYY!

[make-me-imagine]

Fear of Losing You

Sensory Prompts: 'Hands gripping clothes when you hug' and 'Brushing of lips when you get too close' Requested by: Someone who has since deactivated; this was literally requested 3 years ago but I found it in my ask box and still like the prompts lmao.

Pairing: Peter Hale x GN!Reader (slight ooc for Peter)

Warnings: Being chased by a monster. Brief mentions of bruises, and injuries.

Word Count: 1.7k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfireTeen Wolf Taglist: @darkenwolfie, @bisexualdragongirl

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Your body was screaming for you to stop running, legs and chest burning, your sides cramping as you forced yourself to keep going. In this moment, you wished you had been a werewolf, or a kitsune, anything that gave you an edge, made you faster, stronger than you are. But you were human, and your body was beginning to give out.

There was only supposed to be one creature, not two. Had there been only one, this wold be over, you wouldn't be running for your life, weaponless and alone.

As your eyes scanned the area, you saw a tall rocky cliff beside you, along the wall, a divot in the rocks deep enough for you to fit. You could no longer hear the creature behind you. So maybe you could rest, or hide, for just a moment. Just long enough to catch your breath and think of a plan.

Your legs collapsed underneath you as you leaned against the rock wall. Your breath was heavy and uneven as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes continued to scan over the immediate area for any movement, which grew more difficult as the sky grew darker with the evening. You tried to listen intently as well, but your heart was beating so loudly it was all you could hear.

Hoping that some of the others would come soon to help you, you thought back on the past few hours. You felt a mixture of guilt and anger as you realized you would not have been alone if you had not been so stubborn.

When you and the pack had decided to split up to capture the newest creature wreaking havoc in Beacon Hills, you had been assigned to come to the Northern edge of the woods alone. You all had the right weapons and tools to trap the creature, so you thought it would be easy enough, so you had no trouble with going alone.

But Peter insisted he should come with you. At first, you thought this because he wanted to make sure you would be safe. Or maybe to spend time with you. As part of you hoped, that he had hidden feelings for you, just as you had for him.

However, you were wrong. It was because he did not think you capable enough to handle yourself. To trap the creature on your own. And though you never thought yourself egotistical, this hurt your pride, and your feelings.

So you fought, you told him he was wrong, and that he should have no right to assume your strengths. And in his own stubbornness, he retaliated with rude words. And finally, let you go off on your own after the creature. Which you did, along with your anger, and will to prove him wrong.

And you did. You found tracks of the creature, and tracked it down, fought it off, sedated it and trapped it. All without receiving anything more than a few bruises and cuts on your hands and arms.

But, everything changed when another creature showed up. There weren't supposed to be two, none of you had any idea there were two. So it caught you off guard. Knocked you down, cut your leg, and caused you to lose your weapon. You only had one choice, to run, to try and get deeper into the woods, where Scott, or one of the others were.

You weren't sure how far into the wood's you had gotten before your body began to give out. The wound to your thigh certainly did not help. You had run far, you knew that, but not far enough. You learned this, when a familiar screeching growl was hear nearby.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you held your breath, listening, trying to figure out where the creature was. Should you run? Should you remain still and hidden?

Suddenly, from above you, on the rocky hill above where you were hidden, you hear shuffling, before seeing a few stones and dirt fall down in front of you. You continued to hold your breath, but your heartbeat was beating heavily and loudly, which could surely be heard by the creature.

Hearing a deep, guttural growl echo out from the space above you, you, you slowly grabbed a nearby branch. It was not large, but the end was sharp. Perhaps sharp enough to injure and distract the creature while you could run.

Just as you were anticipating, you heard the creature leap down from the rock above you, before landing, and turning, staring directly at you. You locked eyes, and tightened your grip around the branch.

The creature, was a rare one, similar in appearance to a large feline, sharp teeth, and piercing eyes. It hunted at night and ate anything alive or dead. Unlike many of the creatures you had come across so far, this one was not a human who could shift into a creature. It was simply a monster, in one form only.

As the creature narrowed its eyes, and pounced at you, you ducked down. And while rolling away, you stabbed the branch as hard as you could into its side.

You heard it react in pain, but did not wait to see how much you had hurt it. Darting off as fast as you could, you ran through the trees, turning in various directions as to not give it a direct line on you.

As you began to run down a steep incline, you felt your legs failing you. They burned and felt like rubber as you bounded down the hill. Jumping over a small creak, your legs gave out as you landed.

Letting out a desperate groan of frustration, you turned back, just in time to see the creature leaping towards you. Throwing yourself to the side, you grabbed a large stone, quickly throwing it as hard as you could at the creature. Smacking it in the face, the creature let out an angry growl before moving to pounce on you again.

As you held up your arms to try and guard yourself, you flinched when you heard a crackling noise. The creature, before being able to pounce, contorted, as a bright electricity seemed to wrap around it before it collapsed to the ground.

Behind where the creature now lay unconscious, you see Peter, breathing heavily, and in his hands, the electric prod you had dropped earlier in the evening when the creature attacked you.

Peter, meeting your eyes and seeing that you were okay, let out a breath of relief.

"Peter?" You breathed out in surprise, having not expected it to be him, but instead one of the others.

"In the flesh." He said as he walked over to you, an reached out his hand to help you up.

As you stared up at him, you saw no anger in his face, only worry. As the fear of being killed, now leaving your body, was replaced with an emotional relief. Grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you up, you felt yourself wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Peter was surprised by this, but figured that you must have come much closer to death than he assumed to be reacting this way. After a short moment, he wrapped his own arms around you. Allowing himself to enjoy the your embrace, and the opportunity to comfort you. Closing your eyes and leaning in against Peters neck, you gripped the fabric of Peters shirt in your hands.

As you came back to the realization of what you were doing, you loosened your grip on his shirt and pulled away slightly, you kept your eyes on the ground. Letting out a short callous laugh, you spoke softly "Aren't you going to say ''I told you so?"

"Why would I do that?" His voice came out softer than you were expecting "I was the one who was wrong."

Looking up and meeting his gaze, your brow creased in confusion. Seeing this, he continued "You caught the creature just like you said you would. None of us expected there to be a second one, anyone would have been caught off guard." You saw his gaze soften a bit "I never should have doubted you. In reality, I knew you were capable, I was simply...afraid of you being alone, in case something like this happened. "

You felt heat rising up your neck and ears, and your heart now pounded out of sheepishness, rather than fear. "And you came anyway. Even though you said you wouldn't."

Bringing up his hands, he placed them on the sides of your arms. Looking back down at the ground, you did not see him lean in closer to you as he spoke "I couldn't get over the fear of losing you."

His comment, catching you off guard, caused you to look back up into his eyes. As you did so, your nose and lips brushed his as you found him much closer to your face than before.

Startled by the sudden closeness, you pulled away a bit, your eyes locked for a moment, before you stepped back, unsure of how to react. As you did, Peter moved his hand to grip your elbow, stopping you. Locking eyes again for a moment, you could both see into the hidden emotion behind the deep gaze.

Suddenly, Peter pulled you towards him, and before you could question him, his lips pressed against yours as he abruptly kissed you, passionately, and almost desperately as he wrapped is arms around you once again.

After a moment of surprise, you found yourself giving in to his action, as you brought your hands to his chest your hands gripping his shirt once again as you leaned into the kiss.

You weren't sure how long passed before you were suddenly distracted, as movement and a throaty growl came from the creature lying nearby. Pulling away from one another suddenly, you looked over at the creature. It was still unconscious, but beginning to stir a bit.

Peter, stepping away from you, illicited another shock to the creature to insure it remained stunned. Looking back at you, he let out a small huff of air "We should deal with this-" He motioned to the creature, "-before we get back to this", he then motioned between the two of you.

You nodded in agreement, repressing an amused smile. You weren't sure what to think of how your evening turned out. Or how it changed to drastically so many times. But at least it ended much better than you could imagine.

xx End xx

I hate endings, they're so hard to make right lol.

Anyways, hope you liked it. I am trying to get through my requests, especially the older ones, like this one lol.

[jinhua-shu]

“ I.. love you.. Dummy “ Scaramouche/ Wanderer x G!NReader

PART 1: OVERTHINKING

PART 2: HIS POINT OF VIEW

PART 3: HELPLESS

PART 4: THE AFTER-EFFECT

PART 5: I.. LOVE YOU… DUMMY

Scaramouche POV:

Running through the busy street of japan. i let out exaggerating huffs as i continue my way down to Y/N’s House. my vision blurs as i tripped on my own shoelace. grunting in annoyance, i stood up once more to continue running. ignoring the excruciating pain that i am feeling, down on my knees i moved forward. my heart aches as i feel hot tears running down my face. annoyed at my emotions spiraling out of control i angrily screamed.

“ GOD DAMN IT! “

Oh, Y/N you’ve molded me into a person i’ve never believed i can become.

You’ve made me feel like human again..

And it frustrates me to the point i’ve become obsessed with you.

Upon reaching their Home, i squatted down on their front porch, being out of breath and feeling tired i suddenly collapsed fully on the floor.

I grabbed my phone that only has 38% battery life.. i shakily called their number.

One ring…

Two rings…

Three rings..

…

Then, you’ve finally picked up.

‘ Hello? ‘

Just hearing you say one word made me crumble down on my knees, feeling the butterflies, that i’ve felt before.

“ Hey… Y/N… “

I sat down on the steps, while calming my heart down..

‘ Scara? why’re you calling me..? ‘

I sighed as an irk mark appeared on my forehead before stopping myself to say something sarcastic.

“ I’m.. here. “

I breathlessly said as I stood up straight. before i walking out in the open, near the street.

‘ wha- what do you mean? ‘ You sat up on your bed careful not to wake lumine up.

“ I’m.. right outside your house.. you dummy.”

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Your POV:

Wait.. what? is he messing with me? I scanned my bedroom before carefully checking to see if lumine is awake, once i found out she isn’t, i slowly get off my bed before taking a cardigan from the floor.

as i take my phone that i laid on the bed, i found a bell. a bell that has my initial and.. maybe scara’s. taking the small bell from the bedside table, i hurriedly went out of my room.

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Lumine’s POV:

ah.. so she has found it.. i sighed as i snuggled close Y/N’s comforters. eyebrows furrowing.. i calmed myself down..

In the end.. i will never get chosen.. this is fine.. as long as those two are okay..

I turned over to look up on the ceiling, with a heavy heart.. my eyes started swelling up in tears. i choke back a sob as i cried to myself.

When will it ever be me..?

I gasped loudly as i felt my phone vibrate in my pockets, digging through my pockets to fish my phone out, i answered the call without looking at the name of the caller.

3rd POV:

Childe slid down on the park bench, he can only hope that his dear friend can.. take care of the misunderstanding that he and Dottore caused. Childe stares at his calloused rough hands he bit his cheek.

He feels stupid.. for doing something like that, he wholeheartedly regrets what he did.

He whipped out his phone to call scaramouche only to hesitate for a minute.

Should i call him? Childe thought as he bit his lip, he rubbed his hands together to create a source of heat for awhile.

Childe threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. eyes glowing dimmer as he looked up on the dark sky. it’s already dark.. childe thought as he shivered. he stood up and wrapped his red scarf around his neck to look more presentable.

Glancing at his phone contacts.. he found Lumine’s contact number.. a small smile and a slight pinkish hue on his cheeks appeared as he called the girl’s number.

One..

Two..

Three..

She have finally picked up the call!

“ Hey girlie.. can i drop by your place for awhile? “

Lumine scoffs as she rolled around Y/N’s bed. before answering.

‘ Sure I guess.. but make sure to bring some food. Paimon won’t let you in if you don’t have any food for her. ‘

Hearing that, Childe let out a sweet and genuine laugh.

Puzzling Lumine, Lumine listened to his laugh as heat rushes through her face.

It’s cute.. his laugh is cute… wait what? Lumine panics as she fumbled around, how could she have such thoughts to her arch-nemesis!

grumbling, Lumine once again scoffs as she ends the call.

Childe being puzzled as to why the called ended, he regains his composure before smiling widely. oh how he’ll buy Tons of 5-star food take-out just to impress Lumine’s younger sister.. to catch Lumine’s heart.

feeling all giddy he skipped towards a nearby restaurant to order tons of delicious delicacies.

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One step.. two steps.. Overthinking.. His point of view.. feeling helpless.. and catching the after-effect.

As You stride towards the front door, with a look of worry plastered on your face.

Overthinking of what’s happening…

Thinking of his Point of View..

Feeling helpless as my thoughts consumes me..

Oh how i anticipate the after-effect.

Opening the door.. you took one step.. and two steps forward. Inhaling and exhaling. fidgeting with your hands, eyes darting everywhere. seemingly clouded by your thoughts.. scaramouche took three steps forward.. Arms opening up to take you in an embrace.

Your eyes widens as you stare at him. he wasn’t supposed to be here.. he wasn’t supposed.. to be here infront of me..

You thought to yourself, as you took a fews steps backwards. sensing your awkwardness, scaramouche lowers his hand down onto his sides before bowing respectfully.

“ Y/N.. that.. reply you’ve got.. it’s a misunderstanding.. “

You stood there completely silent, as you forgot how to speak, as if you’ve become a new born child.

“ It’s not what you think it is, believe me.. i don’t know how to fully explain it to you… “

Scaramouche kept himself on a 90 degree bow, waiting for you to say anything.

still feeling shocked you’ve managed to let out a few words..

‘ I love you.. ‘ You said before covering your mouth up with your hand. eyes widening and cheeks reddening.

Uttering out those three words, scaramouche stood up straight before embracing you in a tight hug.

‘ I’ve never thought of you as a nuisance.. ‘

‘ I’ve never seen you nothing but someone who’m i greatly cherish.. someone who i see a future with.. ‘

‘ I’ve never wished to make you cry. ‘

‘ I’ve never wished to hurt your feelings. ‘

Those assurances gave you hope, it gave you a new light. it’s a hope in the dark.

Scaramouche held the back of your head, loving and gently, as he stroked your back.

it’s amazing.. to see him act and be so humane. it amazed you to see him be like this..

You didn’t know that you were crying, you didn’t feel your tears streaming down your face. you didn’t feel how your chest tightened by hearing those words that scaramouche stated. you didn’t feel how your arms gripped wrap around scara’s frame.. you were too mesmerized at the sight of him being so humane, being so gentle..

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“ I.. never wanted to stay as friends.. i’ve always dreamt of being by your side.. “

“ I’ve never thought of your flaws as some weakness, rather i thought that they gave you strength.. “

“ Scara.. no.. Kuni.. I’ve always told you that i’ll wait for you till i’m yours.. but earlier today.. it made me want to abandon that promise to protect my feelings.. “

“ I just.. love you so much to the point i cannot express it more with just my actions.. “

Scaramouche parts away from your embrace as he stares deep on your eyes, flustering you up, making you blush madly.

Seeing his gentle and serene face, made your heart swoon. it made you want to confess everything right then and there. it made you love him more.

Scaramouche opened his mouth.. and said..

I.. Love you.. dummy..

Before smiling warmly at you.

“ Ever since you’ve sent me that one meme.. that you’re supposed to send to your friend. i’ve fallen for you right then and there. “ scara ruffles your hair as the wind blows through the clouds. the night sky making it a perfect scenery, and his handsome smile that can make thousands, swoon.

Turns out.. all of these is nothing but a misunderstanding.

misunderstanding the concept for all of the problems.. and overthinking.

the bane of evil, the uprising of despair.

but a single misunderstanding made something blossom into something more interesting.. more beautiful.. that i couldn’t help but shed a few tears while writing.

[awakandanavenger]

Hello! If you have the time, may I ask for a Natasha x former avenger reader fic? It takes place two years after endgame and Natasha and Tony are brought back to life by the power of science and magic (Idk maybe Strange and Banner worked together to bring them back, you decide how) and Natasha finds out reader went down a dark path from grief of losing Nat and has been doing vigilante stuff like how Clint was doing when being ronin. And she finds her and knocks some sense into her and it’s a tearful reunion?

Come To Your Senses (Natasha x g!nReader)

Summary: Natasha and Tony are brought back to life. Nat finds you while you're continuing Barton's mission as Ronin. She has to knock the sense into you to stop and come home.

Word Count: 768 (Still short but still longer than the last one)

Warnings - Mentions of reader being criminal but not sure if there is anything else? Let me know if there is.

A/N - As for the person who requested this, sorry it took so long to write, university is keeping me busy but any other requests you guys want to send I'll do as soon as I can! Remember ya'll, NO SMUT REQUESTS!

It has been two years since Thanos was defeated and honestly… I couldn’t care less if the world is safe once again. I have nothing left worth protecting now that she is gone. In fact, I do not care to the point where I’ve took it upon myself to continue Barton’s mission from during the time of the blip. I hunt down and slaughter every criminal I can find. At least then there would be some satisfaction for the world, and me.

Just now I am waiting to ambush a gang of criminals. They have been drug dealing and the usual shit. Still. They kill people who try and stop them so it is up to me to stop them if no one else can. I take my sword from my waist belt. But just as I am about to run inside and complete my mission, a finger taps my shoulder and I whirl around with sword aimed ready to attack whoever it was that tapped me but who I saw made me drop my sword with a loud clang. Luckily, none of the criminals inside heard.

“What are you doing here?” She asks. “No. Not possible. You’re dead.” I say not believing who is right in front of me. It’s my imagination surely! “It’s really me. I’m back. So is Tony.” I step forward to her and gently feel the locks of her red hair. “You’re real? But how?” “Bruce and Dr Strange came together and found a way to bring us both back to life.” Wait, what if this is a trick? What if this is a shapeshifter and is finding a way to get to me to kill me? I have made a lot of enemies over the last two years, so it is possible.

“You’re hesitant which is understandable.” “Damn straight. For all I know, you’re not really Nat.” She raises her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “Well, for all I know, you could be a shapeshifter. Those exist.” “Well, I’m not that. When they brought me back my first thought was to find you. Bruce told me everything that’s been going on and where to find you. That’s how I knew.” It is true. Nat was always protective of me but still, everyone knew that. Then I got an idea. “Okay, if you really are Nat and not a shifter. What was the first moment we both shared when we realised we belonged together?” Only the real Nat would know. “The first moment we shared together was that night when I had a nightmare about the Red Room. You rushed to comfort me, and it was the sound of your heartbeat that lulled me back to sleep. The next morning you said if the sound of your heartbeat helps me sleep, you’d gladly stay forever.” It’s true. That was our first real moment that I admitted to myself that I’d love and take care of her from that point on.

Now that I am certain she is the real Natasha, I wonder why she even came back for me in the first place. “Okay, so my question to you Nat is why are you even here? Surely Bruce or Strange must know what I’ve been… am doing.” “That’s exactly the reason I came to find you. To stop you continuing your ‘mission’. Clint did the exact same thing but even he was able to put his dangerous behaviour aside when he got his family back.” “What? And you’re expecting me to do the same now that you’re back?” “I don’t expect you to do anything. It is your choice. I just hope you make the right one. If you do, I’ll be at the Avengers tower.”

That got me thinking. So, if I am understanding this correctly, she will take me back if I stop killing criminals. Hmm, I suppose I could change the mission so they get arrested instead because no way in hell am I stopping completely. Plus, if the Avengers get back together, that way in a way, my mission can continue but in the right way.

Just as Nat was about to leave, I grabbed her hand, and she stops. “You’re right.” And I explain my thoughts of wanting to continue but in the right way. Surprisingly, she agrees. “So, you’ll come back home?” She asks me. I sigh knowing she’s going to keep finding me until I agree to go back. “Sure.” I speak. In all honesty, I can’t believe I am going back, with Natasha no less. It’s enough to make us both cry of happiness knowing.

Hope you all liked this one! Don't forget, I still take requests and Nat isn't the only character I accept requests for. There is also Wanda Maximoff, Shuri, Queen Ramonda, Nakia and Okoye! NO SMUT AS MENTIONED! Hope to see your requests soon! :)

[souslesetoilesavectoi]

An Invitation

Content: Malleus Draconia x G!nReader

Warnings: Malleus being slightly OOC (slightly!!)

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“Malleus, what’s up? You usually aren’t super active around this time… Sorry I’m not dressed very properly.” You brushed your hair out of your face with your hand, leaning your other hand against the frame of your front door. Malleus stood in front of you, towering. “I apologize… If I came here too late. I can return tomo—“ “Don’t worry about it.” Your smiling face turned to surprise. “Hey… You’re all fancy looking. And you’ve got… Flowers?” Malleus turned his face away subtly at your question. “Yes, they’re for you.” “Oh, really?” You grinned at him, a bit mischievously. “That’s really nice of you. I’ll make sure to take care of them, okay?” After Malleus handed you bouquet, you swiftly entered your house again to put them in a vase. While you were pouring the water, you gestured your head to him saying, “Hey, what’re you doing still outside? You can come in, you know.” He was taken aback a by this, but quickly regained his composure. “Ah… You’re right. Pardon my intrusion then.” You chuckled a bit, amusedly. “What’s wrong, Malleus? You’ve been acting kind of weird, you know?” Malleus turned his head a little to the side, his hand against his chin. “Have I? I’ve been feeling strangely… Ah.” His face of contemplation turned to surprise. “Is something…” You started, then bore the same look as him. “The water…!” Quickly you turned off the faucet, the vase overflowing. “My hands are all wet too now… Well, that was embarrassing.” You paused, quietly placed the flowers into the vase. You then turned to face Malleus, your eyebrows raised, the slightest glint in your expression. “Oh, that’s right!! Malleus!!” “—Whatever is the matter, y/n?” Malleus folded his arms, his diamond green eyes flashing in confusion. “Well, to be blunt, you’ve been acting kind of weird ever since you arrived!! Not in a bad way, of course!” You said excitedly, without any maliciousness in your voice, almost like a child playing detective. “Have I? I suppose I’ve merely been… Preoccupied. I apologize if I’ve been making you uncomfortable.” You looked at him, still a bit suspicious, but decided to take his word for it. You looked back at the flowers, delicately arranging them. “If you say so, Malleus.” He shifted his sight to the flowers as well, spacing out a bit. “Y/n… The reason I came here. I have an invitation for you. A… Personal one.”

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(I wanted to work my HC into this so!!!)

Part Two maybe~

Thank you for reading!!

[witchypandamonium]

A Knight’s Honor

A collection of Luis/Reader snippets

This is for you, fellow Luis simps! I have trouble sometimes writing longform fanfics, so this story I’ll be writing mostly in snippets; a highlights-form story.

This chapter: the mine. The spot where the plot diverges in the most important point--Luis’s survival.

Chapter 1 of ? Occurs during Chapter 11 of game 2,711 words, SFW No warnings Tags: Luis x g!nReader | AU | Luis lives

ao3

The chilled wind brought with it the familiar stench of low tide, but after the stifling, humid heat of caverns dripping with sulfur and foul black ichor, it was sweet relief. One hand on Keith’s camera, you scanned the storage abutting the elevator shaft before you for any crucial evidence to shoot, but found only crumbling medieval architecture and sea salt-rusted industrial steel in an ugly contrast that reflected Ramón’s neglect of all but what served his master’s nefarious purpose. You could hear Luis chatting lightheartedly behind you, and were about to turn to retort when a flash of movement caught your eye, followed by a flash of light reflecting against polished metal.

You don’t know why you did what you did—your body moved on its own, lunging to reach a hand between the Spaniard and the shining object flying toward him. A burst of pain ripped a scream from your lips as you saw a wicked combat knife spear your left hand, pinning it to Luis, who lurched and stiffened with a choked grunt as the blade embedded itself in his back.

But before you could even fully gauge your situation, there came the heavy thud of something—no, someone—landing on the platform just to your right. A hulking brute of a man, he wrenched the knife from the two of you, his other hand whipping around to deliver a powerful backhand to the side of your head, flinging you through the air to collide with a crate yards away. Head spinning, ears ringing, you fought to stay conscious, rolling from your side onto your stomach like fighting to move through a sea of tar. Through your swimming vision, you searched for Luis, just making out the ex-Umbrella researcher falling limply to his knees, then to the floor.

“Retrieving stolen goods…” a cruel voice hissed distantly in your ears as the man, some sort of soldier (well, most likely former soldier), fetched something from Luis’s pocket. The Spaniard didn’t move.

Luis…

“…and killing a few rats along the way…”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning out the sounds of battle—you were vaguely aware of Leon fighting a dire knife duel against this man he seemed to know somehow—as the world shrank down to the body of the man but a few paces from you. …Please, Luis… Your hand reached to help drag yourself toward him, pain lancing up your arm through the fog, the full weight of your own wound only now dawning on you. Still, it was nothing compared to the pain of potentially losing Luis, and you carve a bloody path across the diamond plate steel platform as you inched your way to his side, shaking his shoulder weakly with your still-functioning right hand.

He was still warm—you could make out that much as your head slowly cleared. The sight of his back rising and falling, even as slight as it was, granted a moment of relief. The wound was still grave, but potentially survivable, giving you at least enough time to address the last member of your squad’s safety. If Leon didn’t manage to fend this man off, it wasn’t likely either of you would last much longer.

You finally understood why the agent had explained that knives were better for close-quarters combat—you could barely keep up with the two ex-soldiers’ movement, nor fathom how they managed to think so fast on their feet. Still, Leon seemed a bit on the backfoot, his opponent having some sort of mysterious supernatural advantage. Was he also working with Saddler; infected with the parasites? He just wasn’t tiring, leaping away into the shadows just to pounce again moments later. If you didn’t do something and quick, Leon ‘s luck was going to run out.

Your Sig P320 was still safe and secure in its holster on your hip, but their fight had drawn them rather far from you, and the small handgun wasn’t as powerful at extreme range. Luis had stuffed his Red 9 into the waistband of his trousers as they reached the elevator out of the amber mines, and you muttered a soft apology as you manhandled him slightly to retrieve it. Unused to the extra weight and still woozy from the blow to the head, you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking. Without thinking you brought your left hand up to steady it, earning yourself a blinding pain that almost had you dropping the gun as your fingers spasmed.

Meters away, you saw the hulking soldier land a powerful kick square on Leon’s chest, slamming him hard enough against a box to have him reeling.

Leon! Fuck, I can’t… Your hand just wouldn’t stop trembling.

He then raised his massive combat knife for a kill-strike.

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[jeongintwenty3]

not an accident

pairing: bangchan x g!nreader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: falling in love? sounds accidental, doesn’t it?

author’s note: hello! back with another blurb, I’ve been suuuuper busy so I decided to cook up something quick to share with you guys. happy reading!

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The night sky displayed an array of stars, decorating the dark above them with twinkling orbs. It was comfortable — your head on his chest, fingers playing with each other.

“I don’t think I’m falling in love with you,” Chris whispered, still holding your figure with utmost care.

“Pardon?” his question broke you out of your trance. You felt uneasiness knocking on the door leading to your own heart. Shifting a little, you made sure to look him into his two eyes — why can you still see the love?

“Falling sounds accidental,” he replied, moving away the hairs that fell neatly in front of your face.

Leaving a peck on your temple and pulling you into his embrace again, Chris noticed the confusion painted all over your face.

“I choose to love you. I choose to commit to you. To love every inch of you, every scar and flaw, every nook and cranny. Nothing accidental nor coincidential about that.”