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Blood Was Its Avatar
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Getting close to you was never his plan, but when he can't stop his self-protective instincts from pushing you away, will he be able to repair your strange friendship? Or will his body have to speak for him? (18+)
WORD COUNT: 8.9k
WARNINGS: Angst, blood, wounds, stitches, death, smut, p in v, throat f-ing, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, implied pain kink, hair pulling, hate sex? but not really?, semi-clothed sex, vulgar language, fluff at the end, etc. just pure filth.
A/N: This is sub-par because I was up until 4 in the morning today and didn't have the energy to edit in-depth lmfao, but enjoy Anon!
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
All of Ghostâs problems started and ended with you. He was impressed with that fact, actually.Â
They call you âMasqueâ on account of the mission from years back, â07 Ghost recalls easily. When youâd been pinned down and surrounded, the dead bodies of your unit all around your feet. Youâd chosen to act while the others had been yelling orders over the radioârooting around the pooling blood on the ground and slathering your face with it; your body.Â
You pretended to be dead.Â
Quick thinking, Ghost had told you with a glint in his eye when youâd gotten back, those whites of your eyes ten times more noticeable. Like the moon hanging around a crimson-drowned sky.Â
Youâd cursed him out and said of course it was, quoting some poem from Edgar Allen Poe as a joke.
âBlood was its Avatar and its sealâthe redness and the horror of blood.â The Masque of the Red Death. Your claim to survival apparently, as you had just read it a day before.
Ghost said you were bloody fucking crazy and found his eyes darkly watching the way you smirked at him. How the dried blood on your lips would splinter at your loud chuckle as you both entered the C17.
As he knewâall of his problems started and ended with you. Today was no different.
âDamn! Lookinâ good today Ghost, are those new gloves I spy?â You were always soâŠbubbly.Â
âMasque,â the masked-man greats blandly, not even sparing you a look as you enter the meeting room. The screen on the far wall was hooked up to Priceâs computerâbroadcasting its news out into the dim lighting with images of mayhem and a loop of a video containing the bombing of an embassy building in the Netherlands.Â
Profile pictures stain the screen of wanted subjects; captured or killed in the crossfire made no difference here, anyone could see it.Â
You drop down into the seat beside his own with a huff, body shed of your usual black gear, and wearing casual fatigues insteadâyour tags jump on your chest and Ghost sees them glint in the light.
Your face shifts into a smile, prodding with a bump of your elbow. The Lieutenant turns and glares dryly while you carry on, âI asked if you got new gloves; theyâre nice.âÂ
âNeeded âem.â Ghost drawls, seeing no way out of this as he glances around at the multitude of other free seats. No one else was here yet, and Price had needed to step out for a moment to grab another report from his office one floor up.Â
A small grunt echoes from his throat before his eyes dart back to yours. Shifting in his seat, his lax posture tenses before loosening.Â
Raising a brow at Ghost, you stifle a laugh.
âThatâs it?â He blinks at you slowly, those bright blues trapping you as they shine out from his skeletal visage; his great body hidden under layers of Kevlar and thick canvas cloth. Like some weird and deadly present. You tease him, âNo attempt at a conversation, Ghosty? That hurts.â
You sarcastically put a hand to your chest.Â
âThen suffer.â Ghost states like heâs reading the newspaper, stretching out one of his wrists by rolling it until it cracks the joints. Where was everyone else? âIâm not fuckinâ talking about bloody gloves, Masque.â
âItâs called a conversation starter!â Under the mask, he raises a dull eyebrow. You glower at him, but the smirk on your lips shows how much you enjoy this. Â
âFor who? Could have jusâ stayed quiet, then.â Scoffing, you roll your eyes and indulge himâpointedly going silent. Almost immediately an awkward nothingness covers the room with its metaphorical blanket and Ghostâs muscles slowly go stiff as he crosses his arms slowly over his chest. You bite your lip and stamp down a snort.Â
A minute spreads like molasses. Two. Three. Five.
âAlright,â Ghost growls, breaking as you pick at your cuticles, humming horribly off-tune to a point where the Lieutenantâs ears were ringing and annoyance faired. âFucking hell stop it, just say something already to shut up that noise. Sounds like my damn brakes squealinâ.âÂ
You stop and laugh loudly, elbowing him again as he jerks away with a low grunt. Blue flashes, and his heart pounds.
âJeez, Lieutenant, is my humming that bad for you?â The air rolls with tension.
âMore effective than torture.â Ghost utters, his Manchester drawl violent and thick as it coats your ears. You take no offenseâyouâd been doing it on purpose, anyways; always the one to exploit cracks in the concrete. You'd found out a lot through your studies of the man beside you. Mostly, all of the small tics and unique qualities that made Ghost such a strange character.Â
On the battlefield, the large man was resilient and patient. He could wait in one spot for days if he had to, sitting for a perfect shot. Nothing could break the line of purpose and authority he had over the units he was placed in or his fighting spirit. Gunbattles, torture, you name it heâd survived it.Â
But he disliked anything below scalding hot tea, detested his objects and packs being messed withâŠand clenched his hidden jaw at small, repetitive, noises.
Low, horrible, humming, tapping fingers, tongues clicking over and over. You had no idea why, but the sight of making this experienced and handsome man glare at you with annoyance made your face heat up.Â
You chuckle in the meeting room, eyes crinkling up at him before you reach for one of the pens and notepads on the table. Clicking the bottom, you shrug and start to scribble nothing into the side margins as blue ink bleeds like foreign blood.Â
âWhatâs Price got for us today, then?â Your voice echoes, âWe shipping out with the others or going Black again?âÂ
The Captain usually paired the two of you up for Black Ops for a reasonâGhost the strategic mastermind to your reckless bloodlust. Push and pull.Â
Missions were rarely a failure.Â
Ghost sighs, finally getting the sensation of control back into him. âBlack,â he begins, âleast for us. Old Manâs sending Garrick and Johnny out in hopes of drawinâ a few bastards out first. Netherlands. We slip in the backâoff the books, âcourse.âÂ
He watches you from the side of his eye, gaze following your pen as you sketch out a small stick figure with a skull for a face. Ghost stifles a huff as he scratches at the side of his face.
âWell, of course,â you slyly tease, glancing at him before looking back to your pad. âAre we getting any soldiers?âÂ
âNone. Just us.âÂ
âOoo,â Ghost watches your lips curl and feels his body slowly still. âSounds like fun.â
âIt sounds like Iâm going to have to babysit again,â you laugh again and dark blue seems to spark with some strange emotion. Ghost clears his throat and takes down a breath.
âOh, please,â you chuckle, âIâve saved your hide a few times before, Ghosty, be nice to me.â
âNice isnât in the job description, Masque.âÂ
âWell, it isnât for you, grumpy. I think Johnny and Gaz are lovely.â Your nose tilts up teasingly as Ghost grumbles like a cat. âBut thatâs alright, I like you anyways.â Winking, you go back to your pointless scribbling as footsteps echo from the hallway.Â
Ghost stares, his hands on the armrests slowly clenching into fists as he studies your expression. His eyes slid over scars and blemishes heâd already looked at a million times over, seeing in his mindâs eye the stains of blood and that every present smileâthe burn of your presence beside him like a brand in his stomach. You never seemed to let him get too far away from you on Ops, but it wasnât some form of obsession. It was worry; heâd seen it.Â
You didnât like it when you couldnât see his back ahead of yours. Ghost guessed it had to do with your lost unit. He never pressed it.Â
In fact, heâd noticed himself not eager to see you off himself. Had spent many a night in the onsite gym after missions because of it, where heâd given you the cold shoulder after. He didnât like that feeling. That hesitation.Â
Ghost knew only to trust people as much as he had toâŠso why did he like when you said nice things to him? His jaw clenches, shoulders rolling to dispel tension as he rips his eyes away from your body as if you were fire incarnate. Your head perks up at the sound of talking voices getting closer to the meeting room.Â
Soap and Gaz enter a few moments later and Price shuffles in behind them. You smile warmly and greet them, shifting the notepad closer to yourself nonchalantly.Â
Ghost grunts and stays stationary, straightening up when he realizes he's slightly leaned toward you during your conversation. His new gloves pull taunt over his knuckles and he suddenly wants to rip them off.Â
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You begin to wonder when youâll be free from blood coating your fingers but know deep down you never will be. At least, not if this was how youâd be getting covered in it.
Sitting inside the hotel bedroom, you slowly extract a blood-coated bullet from Ghost's large thigh, grimacing when he grunts from over you. Youâre in between his legs, kneeling, as the metal finally breaks free from the skin barrierâthe entry wound is small but nonetheless dangerous. His pants were cut from thigh to knee, a long spit that showed pale, scarred skin.Â
Keeping a tight grip on the forceps, you hum under your breath in satisfaction.Â
âNo bullet fragmentsâlucky you.âÂ
Ghost forces out, âYeah, feelinâ proper lucky.â You chuckle, moving back and dropping the bullet to a food plate youâd put on the floor. Shuffling, you take up the rag placed over your upper arm and bring it back up. Patting the gushing wound, you frown and think back on the events that got you here as the Lieutenant shifts and bites his tongue.Â
The intensity in his blue eyes burns into you, lungs deeply inhaling with a silent breath. Your fingers tingle, but you diligently press the fabric to the wound and try to ignore the heat from Ghostâs flesh or how his legs flinch with every trail of your nails. His muscles are pure iron around you, and youâre suddenly very aware of the position youâre in.Â
Swallowing stiffly, you sigh and notice him slightly shiver when your breath caresses his upper leg. You stop immediately, lips going tight.
It had been fifteen minutes earlier when Soap and Gaz had set up in a far more open and less secluded hotel three blocks awayâdirectly across from the base location for your gaggle of targets. As planned, you and Ghost would be off the books and go in when they were too distracted by the Sergeantsâ in plain sight.Â
Fire was supposed to be the cover story. Go in, take care of business, and set the place alight after the area was clear of civilians. But no one was counting on the targets being surrounded by three more friends.Â
Of course, guns lead to bullets and bullets to flesh. You can still hear the ringing in your head when Ghost had jerked you to the slide and shoved you behind the far wallâskull snapping back to look in horror as his leg exploded with gore.Â
Fucking bastard had been distracted by you and hadnât had time to dodge. That wasnât Ghost, but then again, Ghosty wasnât quite the same, was he? Least, not to you.
âYouâre a fool, you know that?â You huff, something swirling in your chest as your gloves peel the layer of cut pants farther down to see better. âYou should have looked after yourself.â
âAnd what?â Ghost grumbles, letting you do what you wanted to him. âLet you get fuckinâ shot, Masqueâyou have a bloody death wish?â His last word comes off with a growl as you press tighter into his thigh.Â
His hand instantaneously snaps out to grasp the back of your hair tightly with an instinctual low groan. Naturally, a small whine exits your lips in retaliation.
You both freeze and the room jumps up to a hundred degrees; your lower body flips as your skin burns a million degrees. Fingers still, you feel your breath hitch when his calloused fingers scrape your scalp, your hair in his expansive palm. It was a pure reaction you knew, and when youâd asked him to let you help out with this problem you had thought this might happenâheâs a soldier after all, just like you.
But he hadnât denied you. If anything, since six missions back, you were the only person who he wanted to work on him. Heâd never said why.Â
You look up at him from the side, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Ghostâs heart skips beats before he clears his throat, snapping his hand back immediately and slamming it to the mattress. A second of strained silence settles where you both try to forget what the fuck just happened.
âKeep bloody going then,â He says, deep and grating to a point where you shove down a shiver. Your head feels light off of his scent, and you have to ask yourself why youâre feeling so feverish all of a sudden.Â
You bite your lip and nod, hand moving away to grab at the sanitized needle and thread with your forcepsâdropping the rag back onto your forearm to let it hang. For once in your life youâre left mute by his actions.Â
Mute to the fact that youâd liked them.Â
Your face burns like a hidden fire; epidermis alight with the strength to rival the flames the two of you had started fifteen minutes ago. Lungs stutter and hands inside the gloves go clammy. Itâs only after you were halfway done with the stitches that you mutter words.
âShouldnât have taken that bullet, Ghost.â He had been stone still the entire time, hands clenched beside him and his thighs like rocks. Feet firmly planted. It was like he was barely breathing, too.Â
Ghost blankly stares, staying quiet as you continue.Â
âYou were distracted. That never happens.â His form was almost entirely shadowing you; great spanning shoulders from above tight like a looming statue. You dig the needle deeper with a push of the forceps, threading through yielding skin with quick punctures. He doesnât even flinch.Â
Ever since â07, there was an obvious aversion to partners stemming from you. You distanced yourself from forming close bonds with those who you hadnât already known. In many ways, Ghost and the others of One-Four-One were the closest you could get to people now.
Ghost, you admit, was far closer than all the others combined.Â
But this sentiment was knownâboth the aversion and the care you held. The Lieutenant wasnât good with words, but he knew how to read you better than anyone; the way you carried yourself. He knew you didnât like it when he got hurt in front of you.Â
Ghost had to ask why he even bothered to shove you out of the way, regardless. You would have been fine. So why had his eyes gone wide and his iris flared with a dead glow when heâd seen the gun swivel in your direction? The man grunts at a deep dig from your sutures but you continue to mutter to yourself as he glares at the far wall, venom-like.Â
His sin was that he had grown to care about you. His burden and his curse.Â
This couldnât continue.Â
Ghost looks down at you with a sheen of distanced nonchalant-ness and when you lent back with a sigh of your lips, his body moved. You blink in surprise as you feel his muscles bunch and before you know it youâre being grabbed harshly by the arms and lightly shoved to the side.Â
âGhost!â You snap, eyes narrowing dangerously as he stands to his feetâblood training down his thigh and kneecap before disappearing back under the stained cargos. âWhat the fuck?! Iâm not done with it.âÂ
Attempting to stomp closer, he swivels his head to you as his spine goes formal. Your feet stall from under you and your veins pump faster, forceps and slick gloves freezing mid-air.Â
You blink. Heâd only ever looked at you like that when youâd first met.Â
Blue is a silent sheen of ice and cold death; black sockets behind his mask are more like voids holding chilled sapphires.Â
Why was he looking at you like he didnât know you? Once more you say, confused and suddenly small, âGhost?âÂ
âEnough.â His voice was monotone and barky, the tone final. Your fingers tense at the sound. WhatâŠwhat was this? âYou need to get your head back on, Masque. I canât watch over you like a bloody Private every time you get stiff-legged, copy?âÂ
Your jaw slackens. Inside, your heart smashes itself into your ribs in a violent pang. Thereâs a moment of complete and utter silence in which Ghost remains standing with concrete tied to his feet. He sees the flash of confused hurt in your eyes, the way your muscles jump for a moment.
A suffocating wave of regret strikes him, but he felt like he had to do thisâkeep up boundaries. Even if his throat was closing in an attempt to make him shut up.Â
Ghostâs accent makes him sound harsh and unforgiving. âPriceâll need us back in fifteen. Get your shit together.âÂ
He bends down and snatches bandages with a quick hand, beelining to the bathroom and closing the door with a firm hand. Blankly, you stare at the barrier as the wall rattles; face burningâunable to speak beyond a small sound in the back of your mouth.Â
The two of you stay separated for the remainder of the time, not speaking, and not moving from your respective areas.Â
When Ghost finally leaves ten minutes after heâd pushed back the self-loathing and guilt, freshly bandaged, he finds your stuff already gone. He glances around the area slowly, taking in the wails of the fire trucks from blocks away and the neighboring rooms of the hotel as residents speak in mutters from behind walls. The air is cold and lifeless.Â
He grabs his things in total silence, swallowing down saliva paired with long breaths. Ghostâs eyes remain tight. Body wound and coated in rigidity that could rival a rhinoâs armored plates.
Mind whirling, but still ever mute, he leaves the hotel and heads to the coordinates Price had given the two of you alone. The absence of your warm body beside his was more jarring than anything heâd expected to experience.
Ghost didnât want to admit how many times his eyes trailed to the empty concrete at his left.
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When you lose something in someone, you tend to lose it hard. Thus still, that was the case here. Ghost and you always jabbed at each otherâit was in your nature to do soâbut this was different. The Lieutenant could be cold, butâŠnever to the extent to shove you away from helping him with his wounds.Â
Both of you always did that with the other, if that be physically or just being in the same room, while getting fixed up.Â
If Ghost didnât want you around for whatever rage-inducing reason, you weren't going to grovel or beg. The sudden switch-up still stabbed you in the heart though.Â
On the second week, it got easier.Â
You passed by Ghost without a single comment, shifting into the meeting room once more. He grunts as you shimmy through the door right before him, his feet halting before he runs into you.Â
âFuckinâ âell, Masque, you lost your bloody eyes or something?â You donât answer, blankly walking to the end of the table and taking the single chair with steady steps; sitting down and dragging a notepad to your general area.Â
Blinking, you look up at the projection and skim the small details they give over.Â
Ghost stares from the doorway, clenching his jaw. After a moment, he slips inside and slowly strides to the table.Â
The days had been difficult for him, struggling to re-situate himself to his isolation after youâd been with him for years. Sure he had Johnny, Gaz, and Price, but you wereâŠ
Ghost places a veiny hand on the back of a chair about four down from yours, knuckles white as heâd shed his gloves not five minutes ago. His eyes stay stuck to the tabletop, hips shifting. He hadnât thought it would be this hard to push you out. Not only physically but mentally.Â
He found himself thinking of your face at night. Like a phantom, it would snap into his consciousness when the lights went out and the shadows got long. Your smile and your skin. How your fingers would gently press into his flesh when you were threading a needle through himâshivers of pleasure and pain intertwined by the scrape of your nails.Â
Ghostâs hand tightens on the chair, and you spare him a tense glance as he seemingly fights within his mind.Â
The Lieutenant wonders at your willpower and your drive. He spent the weeks hating that he had gotten what he wanted, and then he hated himself more because of that fact. It was good to keep you away from him. Not only for himself but for you.Â
You both were becoming tooâŠ.attached. Ghost would have none of it. It had bled over into him using his own body to protect yours that was justâŠwas justâŠ
â...Those new tags, then?â You look away from the screen and shift your gaze to him as his voice bounces.Â
Around your neck, the new reflective metal of your new dog tags glint. Your heart skips when he speaks to you, but he still doesnât look your way.
âThat an apology?â Deadpanning, your unimpressed gaze glares into his face as his hand strangles the chair.Â
The room returns to strained silence. You huff.
âPretty shitty one there, asshat.â Ghostâs shoulders roll under his gear, a great sigh quickly exiting him. Everyone had noticed the tension over timeâit was becoming a detriment to the team.
The Lieutenantâs blue eyes darken, and in his body, a great heat was beginning to burn. Just looking at you provoked lucid and vulgar thoughts, and as the dim light from the projector makes shadows on your face, Ghost traces them with a chained desire. Being away from you was a physical pain to him, but he also knew that being around you was worse.Â
All of Ghostâs problems may have started and ended with you, but they also grew in his own head. Theyâd been there in the back corners ever since heâd given you your nickname; found out he liked the way your face was wet with spilled blood and sweat. Your body. Your hands on the hard flesh of his upper thighâŠtrailing up...Â
Ghostâs pants get tight as he stares without saying anything. Watching you scribble on your notepad. Glaring.Â
âWhy canât I get you out of my fucking head?â Your ears twitch at the low growl as if coming from a beast; seconds later, your brain catches up to process the words. Your pen stops its pointless scrawling just as your breath does. Ghost spits out, seeing your form straighten in the chair, âEvery bloody thought, youâre right there!âÂ
His boots stomp to the floor, and before you know it a hand is trapping the back of your head, fingers carding through hair to angle your chin up. Your breath gasps out as your wide eyes lock on Ghostâs, his hold tight but not uncomfortable; as if he knows the perfect amount of pressure to make your blood surge and your pupils expand.
You stare into volatile blue with silver flecks, a skeletal mask stained from dirt and blood. Ghostâs thumb digs into your scalp.Â
âAnswer me, Masque,â he grunts, accent so thick you momentarily struggle to string the words together in your stupor.Â
Ghostâs nose is close to yours; breathing in each otherâs air as the temperature rises. Your throat bobs with a swallow. Below you, you feel your legs clench together as the Lieutenant's fingers lightly pull on your roots when you donât respondâsmall sparks of electricity run down your spine that make it straighten instinctually. A soft purr flies from your lips; face on fire as your lashes flutter. Your hands clench at the dull pulse in your lower body.
The Britâs dead eyes stare down at you, glinting; studying you deeply with growing satisfaction in his heart and tension in his boxers.Â
You both glare half-lidded, panting, and flesh heated.Â
âIs this your apology?â He tightens his hand and you bite your lip, small whine meeting his ears as he represses a groan at the sound. Your voice was breathy but smug.Â
âYou fucking wanted this, you naughty little beast,â Ghost growls, moving even closer to tower over you. âYouâre playinâ me.â You mold into him as you still sit in your chair, your chin set onto his upper abdomen as the midsection of your breasts presses into his crotch; brushing against his hardened bulge firmly.Â
You shiver at the feeling, your core leaking out slippery fluids to stain through your pants one second at a time. Every twitch of his fingers leaves you wanting to arch into him. Feel him.
Ghost feels your hands go to wrap his open thighs, nails digging into the back of his pants as his mouth opens under the mask to force out air.Â
âYou liked me in between your legs, didnât you?â Your tiny, teasing, voice serenades him as he quickly begins to lose control of his composure.Â
âShut it,â Ghost grunts, mind yelling at him to move away, âShut your damn mouth.âÂ
Those pupils were so wide his eyes were almost entirely black, feral chest moving quickly.Â
âI already know why you snapped at meâŠâ One of your hands travels back to the Lieutenantâs front, skin tingling at the scratch of a belt and the rough fabric of his cargos. You leave it over his crotch and add a tight amount of pressure; mouth lightly opening at the weight and size of him as Ghost grunts deeply, thighs jerking forward.Â
Blinking at his glassy eyes you breathe out into thick air and the veiled threat of something more. His hand in your hair is so tight that you feel your pulse under the tendrilsâyou enjoy every second of this cat-and-mouse game.Â
After all, no one knew who the mouse was yet.
You rub your hand up and down and watch Ghostâs clothed dick, feeling his muscles straining to keep himself in control. He lets you continue as he watches with a clenched jaw, his pants getting gradually wet with precum; hips twitching.Â
â...You canât get enough of me touching you, can you?â Your statement ignites something immediately, and youâre being grabbed by your shoulders and forced to your feet.Â
Staring wildly, you cringe at the soaking patch under your clothes but let Ghost place your backside on the table. He presses into your hips to keep you thereâlegs opened and feet planted to the floor below on their tip-toes.
The man breathes like a lion, nose in front of yours. You slightly smirk at the far-off haze in his eyes, lust and pleasure blending and bleeding into the almost bruising hold he uses to press you down.
He watches you for a minute or twoâtaking in your scent and the rabid instinct that infects the both of you now that everything was on the table.Â
You knew you were right; he knew you were right. Licking your lips you look down and stare at his blatant hard-on hungrily. Your brow raises slowly.
âYou going to let me take care of that, Ghosty?â Heâs up and locking the door after he slims it shut.
âThis is it,â Ghost grunts, âone time, Masque. Thatâs fucking it, you hear?âÂ
âAwe,â You cue, swishing your legs as he stomps back over, hand grasping his belt and whipping it off with a flex of his forearm. Your core tightens, hips trying to press back into the table. âThat's so cute. You think once is enough.âÂ
A hand captures your jaw, âI said,â he breathes, the other hand going to shift up the bottom of his mask up to his nose. You gasp at the sight of blond stubble and milky scars. A strong jaw wound like a spring. Ghostâs musk invades your nose and you feel your palms so clammy. â...Shut it.â
Hard lips slam into yours.
Like some game between the two of you, your mouths fight one another with aggressive grunts stuck in your throats, sharp inhales of air between partings. Ghostâs lips mold and conform to yours, clinging around the supple fleshâthereâs a deep-rooted intensity, a hunger, and a desire mixed with sweet stubbornness. The tang of metal and old canvas opens to you just as your mouth does when his teeth bite down at your skin.
Quickly sucking down breaths, you feel his tongue push past layers and slip into your awaiting clutch; Ghost groans lowly and explores as his hands bare down into your hips, one making its way to grip at your hair again. Your own dig into his waist as he leans over you.Â
He latches onto your hair and peels you back from him, tongue sliding out of your mouth as he moves to nip at your chinâangling your head whichever way he wants to. Your skin burns as the man bites down at your neck, hot saliva stuck to your lips as your chest pants fast with a low whine at the mixture of pain and bliss.Â
Below you, your legs are wide to allow Ghost to stand between you, his firmness leaving your hips canting at every hickey he leaves behind and how he shivers into you as you move against him. It was addicting to himâyour taste and how your flesh yields to him as he clamps down on it ruthlessly and rapidly. In no time heâd traveled the length of the area behind your ear and down the swell of your shoulder; shirt pushed back by his nose.
âOh, fuck,â you breathe, eyes glassy as you blankly stare into the far wall over the Lieutenantâs shoulder; your panties are soaked through and the evidence can be felt. A long whine exits your chest when Ghost licks at the deep marks he left behind, blown eyes coming back to stare at you head-on as if in a trance.
His lips are red and swollen, mouth open with silent, fast, breaths. His large chest moves quickly over yours. He orders you in a hoarse voice; strained, âGet on your knees.âÂ
Licking your lips your widened gaze stays locked on his, the hand in your hair tight and keeping you away from slamming your mouth back to his. The air is electric, both of your bodies yielding to one another's even if you donât realize it.Â
As much as you wanted to scoff and roll your eyes at the comment, to make him apologize to you for what heâs done, you realize that your body has already complied with the request. Slipping off the table, Ghost watches like a hawk and backs up two stepsâfeet splayed as you move for him. Your knees slowly lower you down to the floor, connecting with the carpet as you sag, fists clenched and shaking.Â
Thereâs a small, heart-pounding, pause. â...Good girl.â
Your jaw drops at the smirk on Ghostâs face and those flashing dead eyes of his, blood thumping with a newly ingrained need. You swallow and feel your throat bob; legs shifting to push back the inner-body itch that grows by the second.Â
âNow you can listen to me, yeah? Such a slut for it.â Ghostâs hands slowly trail to his pantâs zipper, sliding the piece down the teeth with barely audible metal on metal. Your fingers twitch at every small pop; how the zipper itself had to move forward with the strain of his sizable erection. You canât even look away from itâhow his pants are stiff against tense thighs and the sleeves of his shirt are rucked up to show the black ink of tattoos.
Ghost had tattoos.Â
When the teeth had run out and the manâs hands grappled for the waistband of both his cargo and his boxers, youâd found out youâd been staring the entire time, pupils so wide they matched Ghostâs and the black stain of his face-paint.Â
âFuckinâ hell, Masque,â he grunts, knuckles white and going still, âbet your pretty little cunt is soaked and I âavenât even shown you my bloody dick yet, eh? Well, the thingâll âave to wait, Iâm puttinâ that mouth to good use first. Teaching it who to listen to.â
You startle back, blinking away the burning heat on your cheeks that leaves you uncharacteristically stuttering at the vulgar degradation. But Ghost doesnât notice, doing what he can to move the various straps along his thighs and his upper hips to be able to free himself quicklyâeager and dripping to be down your throat.Â
The throat and mouth heâd fantasized about for ages.Â
Stiffing down a whiny moan, you finally see the veiny girth of Ghostâs cock as it comes free over the top of the tight white cotton of his boxers; a happy trail extending up his visible abdomen when his wrist snatches it out.Â
âPut to good use?â You breathe out, âChrist, youâre going to make me fucking mute, Ghosty.âÂ
âWell, Sweetheart,â he breathes a sigh of relief as he plays with the leaking tip with his thumb. Your hands itch to brush against your achy clit, the pressure in your chest almost enough to make you sob at the sheer nothingness. Sweat glistens over your forehead. Eyes glare at you as you watch thighs tense and loosen. âThatâll be fine by me. Donât need you speaking when Iâm paintinâ your damn cunt with my cum, do I?âÂ
Jesus, you both were in the fucking meeting room. Going to fuck in the meeting room.Â
You lick your lips and stare as Ghost stalks close again, gripping your chin and opening your jaw with his thumb and first finger. His dick was right in front of you, and you can smell sex and sweat like an animalistic aphrodisiac as it coats your brain with lust as you moan out.Â
Your arms tense with a want to reach and touch it, watch as Ghost falls apart below the twist of your wrist. It was so addictive you feel yourself clench at the visual, your body shivering violently.Â
âOi, fucking focus.â Your tongue sneaks out and licks Ghostâs finger and he feels his grip tighten on you with a puff of hot air. âLittle brat.âÂ
He stares into your mouth and breathes deeply as a smirk peels the edges of your lip. Blue swirls with anticipation.Â
âKeep it open, then.â Ghostâs hand drops from you and you easily keep your mouth open as his hand goes back to his cock, grasping it firmly as the other finds the top of your head. You shiver and shift your thighs under you, your body striking like a drum to oxycontin and adrenaline. âThatâs a girlâŠâ The Lieutenant growls, and the tip of his dick slips into your saliva-dripping mouth with hidden fever. âFuck.âÂ
Your eyes flutter at the taste, letting him maneuver your face closer to the base as your hands snap to his thighsânails digging in and eliciting a sharp inhale as you press into the two-week-old wound under his pants. Ghost curses under his breath but watches in flooding pleasure at the image of his cock disappearing farther and farther into you. Inch by inch you tell yourself to breathe through your nose; feeling the make of his veins and the mushroomed tip traveling farther and farther back.Â
Moaning in the base of your neck, Ghost instinctually jerks his hips at the sound, feral grunts trapped in his chest. Your eyes go wide with the prickle of tears, not from pain but from the surprise as you gag. His hold on your hair tightens and you mewl as he continues to lose himself to the feeling of your wet heat.Â
He was so big it was like your throat was ripping new sinews just for him, and you reveled in every moment of the feeling of his predatory gaze.
âSo bloody tight for meâcanât wait to be in that cunt of yoursâŠcanât be better than this. Have to test it.â He talks more when heâs horney.Â
Slightly gagging again at the sheer size, his palming hand presses you deeper and you take him as well as youâre able, still space between your nose and his pelvis as your knees dig harder into the ground. Ghost groans gutturally, head slightly lulling back and panting like a dog, looking down at your red eyes and far-off gaze. Your hands kneed his upper thighs and he smirks slowly.Â
Without another word and with sweat staining him under his uniform, bits and bobs from his gear start to clink together and dance as his hips set a rough pace; you find your head being puppeteered back and forth with his thrusts as your scalp flames from his hold. Tears burn immediately.
âYeah, thatâs itâsuch a good little slut for me, Masque. Gettinâ it down, fuck,â Ghost pants, as you hollow your cheeks, back arching into you and leaving your nostrils flaring to take down air for your spasming lungs. The sight above you was sinful.Â
Your Lieutenant in full gear, pants and skin-tight boxers stretching and shoved down just under the clutch of his crotch. With every back-and-forth motion, the zipper grazes the underside of your engorged throat as every vein can be undoubtedly seared into your esophagus like a brand.Â
Ghostâs eyes flutter and flinch, but never once does his hazy gaze leave your mouth as he continues to jerk your head back and forth. Saliva drips drown your chin and the nearly painful burn in your navel lets you know how true this was a relief not only for Ghost but for you as well. You wanted to touch yourself, but you canât stop touching the Britânot for a second. Shit, you think you could fall apart just by looking at this; you were sure Ghost was thinking the same thing.Â
âLook at that, makinâ such a fucking mess of you.â His abdomen tightens and rolls with every jerk and rut, and your eyes roll back with a deep whine in the back of your throat when he hits the back of your throat. Sweat splatters down your temple as the air is steeped with animalistic desperation. Ghost whines thickly in answer and seems to speed up as your hands claw at his thighs. âYou like that, pet? Huh? Being my little cock-sleeve.âÂ
Your nails dig deeper into his flesh and he shivers wildly; eyes flash at the sight of himself disappearing into you and exiting just after as the slap of wet skin reverberates. The tension in his chest increases and he starts to desperately kneed at your hair.Â
âIf Iâd known youâd take it down like this, Iâd-Iâd have made you hate me sooner, yeah?â Tension fizzles up his jaw and you know heâs close by how he bites down into his lip and tilts his head back.Â
Instinctual tears travel down your sweat-slick face, the thought of being used like this vulgar and as dirty as the sounds that echo in your throat and strike down your spine.Â
âFucking hell,â Ghost gasps, and his pace stutters as he twists your locks. Your teeth graze along his flesh as you dig your thumb into his wound to steady yourself. Whining loudly, the action seems to get to the man using your mouth for his pleasure, as not three rough thrusts later the warm feeling of his cum splatters the back of your throat in thick, hot, spurts.Â
Choking for a moment, the widening of your eyes meets Ghostâs fluttering lashes from above. His free hand goes behind you to slam onto the tabletop; back curved over you as he shakes and sputters as he rides out his high.Â
Cum drips out of the seams of your stretched lips, and with a deep breath through your nose, your hand lowers from Ghostâs thighs as you carefully pull your face back from his pelvis. The sensation of his cock leaving your mouth and bringing saliva and his fluids with it was animalistic at best, they spill to the floor and off of your chin like a small river.Â
Licking your lips, you swallow what you can and try to catch your breath as your chest rages. Blinking rapidly, your eye twitches as you bring a hand up to your sore and ragged throat, Ghostâs heaving body stiff and hunched as he stares at the table blankly. Sweat dribbles down the side of his nose, sneaking out from under the top side of his mask.Â
Thereâs a long minute of nothingness as you both try to breathe and understand the gravity of what youâve both done. And then you both lock eyes and stare.Â
The air stills over as Ghostâs large pupils stare at the mess on your faceâseeing it drip down your throat as you tilt your chin up to him. His chest purrs like a cat and you donât even think he realizes that he does it.Â
Two seconds later youâre being manhandled up to the top of the table, backside hitting it as a hand goes to your belt. Lips connect with yours and groan at the taste, the clinking of metal hitting your ears as you submit to his prodding tongue as it licks along your inner flesh.Â
Your fingers snap to trail around Ghostâs neck, moaning into him as he slips his hands into your pants, pulling back and ordering, âUp.â Eager and filled with lust, you raise your legs and he rips them down to your knees, dragging you closer to the edge.Â
âGood girl.â He smirks, black-smeared eyes creased. If you could speak youâd tell him to shut up and fuck you already.Â
Your slick skin meets the air and you gasp, Ghostâs hands waste no time trailing up the flesh of your hips, pitching to make you jump. Glaring, you try to drag him back into you but heâs built like stone, clicking his tongue. When his fingers collect the fluids that drip out of you, you whimper at the stimulationâtwo calloused fingers getting entranced by that as they stop at your clit. You stare desperately into amused blue eyes as he pressed deep, your thighs tensing as they jerk.Â
âAny more of this and youâll stain the table, wonât you, Sweetheart? I get you this worked up, yeah? Bloody hell.â You pant, and lines form on your forehead at the indecent circling of his fingers; not being gentle as he sees your mouth open and your lungs gasp. Sharp spikes form in your thighs, and they move in tandem with Ghost. âLook at thatâŠâÂ
Deep chuckles mock you, but you both know this has to be fastâand with how worked up you were, it would be.Â
âAlright, then, brat,â Ghost takes his hand away and you whimper before he grunts and grips you by the shoulders. Your lust turns to confusion. âSuppose you did well. Letâs make this quick, eh? Got work to do.âÂ
Flipped around, you squeak as your clothed chest meets the table, ass presented as your feet scramble to connect with the floor. Surprised, you whip your head to the side to stare back at a highly smug Ghost as one of his hands goes to grab onto your supple flesh, massaging it before it sneaks to your hip.Â
âEasy with it, Iâll take care of you, Masque.â In little to no time heâs lining himself up with your dripping pussy, so wet itâs easy except for the fact that heâs huge enough to make you mute by a blowjob. Your back arches into the table with a long moan as the length slowly spears you open, instinctually widening your legs as best as youâre able.Â
Closing your eyes, you press one of your hands to your mouth to stifle your noises, thighs spasming as Ghost curses under his breath; gear clinking into each other.
âSo bloody tight.â With a swift thrust and a knock of your pelvis to the edge of the table, your eyes burn with the feeling of holding Ghost in your most intimate area and the knowledge that he would completely wreck it for anyone else. Your lungs fight for air, but a long mewl exits your fingers as the man shakes over you with restraint. âChrist.â
Tight wasnât the way to describe itâyou were like a fucking noose. Your sensitive walls know every vein and bulge, the scrape and dig, far more intimately than your throat ever could. Like a carved stamp, theyâre reforming to Ghostâs dick every second.Â
Tapping the side of your forehead to the table, the man canât help himself anymore and starts to thrust into you; feral squelching and fluids staining the top of his pants. Your face burns, the rocking of the table hypnotic as your toes fight to stay on the ground. The sensation of being so full truthfully made your mind go blank, fingers twitching as Ghost continued to palm at your hipâhis other hand going to press into your spine, keeping you stapled to the table.Â
His gear slammed and rubbed into your ass, bruising it no doubt, but you found you didnât care at all. Pleasure rocked down with every ruthless intrusion.Â
âCan feel ya âround my cock,â you keen at the words, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you try to hold back sobs of pleasure. Ghost increases his pace, rabid slapping echoing off the walls as he feels his sole focus on your mind-shattering bliss. âCanât have âem hear how loud you are, now, can we? Canât let âem know Iâm shagging you in their meeting room like a little fucktoy, eh?âÂ
He angles his hips higher, pushing your farther up the table as his hands only drag you back. Every moment leaves your core tightening even more; molten heat pooling as the edge gets closer.Â
Footsteps echo down the hall outside, but both of you are too focused on the other and the ache that only increases like a pair of cuffs. Your mouth lets loose insistent gasps and moans while Ghost breathily groans at every other interval of his ravaging cock as it brushes your cervix.Â
You whine loudly, spine arching and legs desperately trying to close. Ghost chuckles and your reaction spurs him onâhitting that same spot over and over again as you sob.Â
âRight there, yeah? That it, Masque?â You nod rapidly, and the Lieutenant's grip tightens with a loud grunt, âFuck, thatâs it, bloody slut.âÂ
The coil in your gut gets tighter, shining with desperate shakes of your body and the numb way you try to meet Ghostâs thrusts before you entirely lose the plot of reality.Â
âYouâre close,â he breathes, feeling your pussy trying to keep him in, slick trailing down the insides of your thighs and transferring to the Britâs clothes. His boxers were soaked. âCâmon, then. Donât disappoint me, Masque. Lemme see you cum on my cock before I fill you up like the good girl you are, yeah?â
Your body spasms, thighs tensing and toes curling at the floor; fingers scratching down the table as you press over your mouth harder in a last-ditch effort to remain in control of yourself. The coil snaps and suddenly youâre digging your forehead into the wood below you, orgasm ripping through you like a knife as cum paints Ghostâs dick as he continues his relentless chase of his second release.
âThere it is, fuck, look at all that, Love. Paintinâ me like a naughty fuckinâ portrait.â Ghost gasps, a hand coming up to connect to the table by your head, feeling you completely flood his pelvisâhe doesnât stop even when you whine in overstimulation, fucked-out eyes wide and mouth dripping drool into a small pool. The milky ring at his root grows and grows. With a loud moan, he looks down and watches the vulgar sight rabidly, pounding into your heat as his own end gets closer and closer.Â
âShite,â His forehead hits your spine, taking the skin into his teeth and biting hickeys as his open mouth leaves trails of saliva. âTook me so bloody well, cunt was made just for me.âÂ
His body shakes and with one last shove from his hips, he spills into you with a loud whimper muffled into your flesh. Teeth biting down so hard that you moan in turn, the spent releases dribble out of you like a stuffed bird. You feel his chest atop you as he places his weight slowly down; the fast-panting mirroring your own.Â
Sweat connects the two of you as it bleeds through your clothes, the smell in the air and the scent of delirious sex staining your bodies.Â
Your mouth remains open and hoarse, scraped dry. Ghost above you moves delicately as he pulls back up, moving back to peel your messy hair away from your blown eyes. After a moment his small voice hits youâthe accent deep.Â
âAll good?â Your eyes slowly rove to him as he kisses your forehead, shivering violently as he slips out of you; the wet drip of cum hits the carpet in the still silence as you whimper at the feeling. â...Masque?â
Dull concern emanates from his tone and you blink back. You clear your throat and utter in a torn voice, â...P-pretty good apology, GhostyâŠSâŠshit.âÂ
Smugness burns in his orbs, but the roll of his eyes hides it quickly. The puff of his chest couldnât be hidden from you, though.Â
His hands reach down and hike up your panties and cargosâboth items completely wrecked. The large splotch on Ghostâs own clothes showed you that you weren't alone in that aspect.Â
As he carefully flips your limp form back over and pulls you up by your arms, you groan in annoyance but shut up when his hands go to zip your zipper and clip back your belt.Â
âCouldnât have had a revelation in your barracks room?â You huff, itching at your throat. âYouâre buying me cough drops, you ass.â The state of your voice was laughable. Anyone would know what happened if they spoke to you.Â
Ghost sighs and begins with his own clothes, stuffing himself back into his boxers and growling at the chilled fluids on his pants as he pulls them back up. He goes and retrieves his belt before walking back.Â
âActing like you werenât begginâ for it.â He slides you a smirk before he grabs onto his mask and begins to cover his jaw.Â
Your hand snaps out and stops him. Ghost startles, eyes flashing before his muscles stiffen. You raise a brow and he slightly calms.Â
Scoffing, you lean in and place a final kiss on his lipsâa tinier and tender kiss. Gaze wide, the man stares off as his heart starts to beat fast again at the firm press. After youâre done your hand goes up and grasps the fabric yourself, carefully re-shrouding the mystery of a man with a smile.Â
He watches blankly.
âWe okay?â You ask, tilting your head as your lower body aches when you shift on the table. âI miss my annoyingly gruff Ghost. This new oneâs a jerk.â A small laugh graces your ears, and it makes you beam. âI know why you did it,â you admit, and hold out a hand between your bodies. âBut pushing me away will only hurt the both of us. Let's try this, Ghost. Please.âÂ
â...Youâre makinâ it seem like a good deal, LoveâŠis it?â He holds out a hand of his own, large and scarred hands that had gripped you so tight before utterly loose and awaiting.Â
âNo clue,â you admit with a smirk, âWanna figure it out?â Ghost watches as he always does and always will, searching into your eyes for any hint of hesitance or denial.Â
âAlways liked a challenge.â He grunts and encompasses his hand with yours. You squeeze it and nod, chest light as your normal breath comes back.
âYou know what a real challenge is? Trying to take down your fucking dicââ The meeting room handle jiggles and you both snap into action.Â
Ghost tosses you your notepad and you slide a shoved-away chair his way on shaky legs, slipping into a free seat with failing knees. You both sit side by side on the opposite side of the table, shoulders bumping and faces hot not three seconds later. Ears twitch at the sound of a key entering the slot.Â
You try to act normal and begin messing around with your notepad, stealing a pen from Ghostâs gear as Price opens the door. At the sight of the two of you, he pauses and stands in the doorway.
âGhostâŠMasque.â With a squint, Price looks around the room slowly, confused at the rod-straight spine from his Lieutenant and the way you awkwardly scribble nothing onto your pad.Â
âPrice,â Ghost utters as you look up and fake smile, waving as you tighten your hips under the table in an attempt to hide the evidence spilling out of you.Â
The Captain continues to stare, scrutiny in his eyes, for at least a full minute.Â
âProblem, then?â The Lieutenant asks. Priceâs lips thin and he gains a sheen of deep annoyance. You groan under your breath and knock your head to the table at the next comment.
âIn the fucking meeting room?!â
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TUNA I'VE FAILED YOU OH YOU DELICIOUS PIECE OF MY HEART HOW'VE YOU BEEN MY DEAREST PUREST LITTLE GUY??!??
Since the last post you made about him I've been wanting to ScReAM my love for him but I never had the time and the energy at the same time! D: until now >:]
BECAUSE WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS?!
THE SMILE! THE FONDNESS! THE "I KNOW IM LOVED" THAT THIS DRAWING SCREAMS IS MAKING ME SO INSANE I LOVE SO MUCH HERE
Now, continuing to be an acceptable member of the Tuna Lover society.
TUNA YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE BEST THING EVER.
Hold yourself because I have 0 self control when it comes to ramble about my specialist little guy and I'm afraid I wrote quite a lot.
Tuna looks like he is so tired. Look at him! His whole body language is screaming "I'm so tired but i dont really think sleep cluld help me". What did this rascal do that he's so tired? I wonder, but for some reason he looks more like being emotionally tired than anything. Poor bean! Did he had a rough week? A bad day? Is he feeling down? Maybe he's just tired for no specific reason, it happens sometimes. I wish I could cup him in my hands and pat his head softly as I rock him to sleep because he's so my baby :'[ <3
Ellie oh you heart of gold woman how lucky is the crew you're a part of it! Like seriously. She looked at this sad teen and said: not under my watch young boy. And went to cook his fauvorite rolls??!? She's so grannie coded I need her in my daily life you have no clue (oh no I got nostalgyc-). She's trying to hype him up and she's not just silently sliding the rolls under his hands. She's actually talking with him and something about physical contact. WAIT. IS THAT IT? IS TUNA SO VERY TOUCH STARVED THAT THIS IS HIS REACTION? OOOUGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT. I'll follow this train of thought later. (đ)
Like. She's so gentle, so careful, so... She's really making sure she does all she can to lift up the spirits of that young man!
Because the way he's looking at her... the fondness.. the care and gratefulness????? Oh dear momma fish I'm dying. He's looking at her so sweetly! So gratefull! He's screaming "thanks for being a part of my life" without his mouth. He's screaming "I am so gratefull you love me" with his only one eye and I'm so down for it. I need more of them. They warm my fish heart so much... She's the grannie he never asked for bur always needed! Y'know? He's capable of looking at someone like that after all he's gone through and if that doesn't make me want to cry I don't know what does. Because that's just... OUGH I CANT WITH THEM HE HAS SUCH A TRAGYC BACKSTORY AND FEELS LIKE NO ONE LIKES HIM AND THEN THIS OLD LADY IS LIKE: YEAH, ILL BAKE HIM SONETHING SO HE CHEERS UP??!??! I NEED THEM HUGGING I NEED THEM BONDING I NEED THEM BEING A MEANACE TOGERHER BECAUSE OHMYGOD WHAT I WOULDNT GIVE TO SEE THIS TWO BEING LIKE THIS EVERYDAY.
A tiny part of me kinda wants to see one of them hurted really bad and the other protecting, but the other part of me is terrified of the mental implications it would have. Especially if it's ellie the one hurted. Oh no, no, let's end that thought there for my own sake đ«
BECAUSE ELLIE IS JUST... SHE JUST BAKES HIM HIS FAUVORITR, I REPEAT, FAVOURITE THINGS WITHOUT HIM ASKING FOR IT.
Ok, returning with that train of thought (đ)... I probably have alredy rambled about this before, but... When was the last time someone hold this guy gently? I mean, not even hold, but just... touch him without meaning harm? Or more precisely, when was the last time someone touched him with care? With fondness? With the intention to lift his spirit? To make him smile, at least a little tiny eety beety winesy bit?
She puts hers hand on his shoulder and he jumps, freezing with his mouth full of delicious food. It's her. Of course it's her, they were chatting alone in the kitchen, although it felt more a monologue as Ellie cooked than an actual conversation. He was too in his mind to really listen. The sudden contact was what made him blink with his only eye, staring at the caring old eyes of the lady at his right. It was nice. Warm and rough hands squeezed his arm softly, fully aware that she had startled him. She looked at him with a fond smile and placed the fresh rolls in front of him. "There, you better enjoy them boy!" She may or may not say. Thing is, his eye goes to the hot, delicious food, and then he realizes. The hand is still there. Gentle. Almost can't feel it. It's. Why? It's strange. It should hurt. But it didn't. Of course it made sense, but why? Of course it didn't! It was Ellie! And then the realization hits. All in a matter of seconds. Ellie would never lay a harming hand on him. And he felt... He felt.
"You can't eat literally with your eyes, you do know that, do you?" He forgot he was eating. He smiled. And seeing that smile made her smile too. After all, how couldn't she? That wasn't something she saw everyday! Much less in such a sincere way! He was just... smiling at her. Oh she felt so happy! "I'm glad you like those! If you want more just tell me!" Oh wasn't he in the verge of tears? Happy tears! Him! Oh. The realization hitted like a truck. (Or like a ship? What's the equivalent? Idk, like a punch of Louis if you please.) He was cared for. He was loved. There were hands in this world that weren't meant to harm him. He just smiled, fondness burning in his chest like a wildfire because how this woman can change a man via kindness/food.
What is so crazy is that maybe he's just staring lovingly at the lady that cares for him. Because he feels like he's a rock on the boots of the crew most of the time but he's good at what he does so they bare with him. Maybe he feels they don't want him around but... but this lady does. And isn't he gratefull for it? Isn't he so happy she's around? She touches his only arm in such a gentle way? The other won't feel kindness never again, did it ever felt it? Not punches, not grabs, no, just... placing her hand there. Like he isn't an animal with the rabbies but actually a just really fucked up little guy who is terrified of people because people gave him reasons to and barks and bites but is, at the end, very lonely and afraid because he pushed everyone away. Except for this lady. He tried. He bited and barked until he realized she doesn't care, that she alredy saw the scared guy he was and didn't cared. She didn't cared. She cared so much more than anyone that she didn't cared! She wasn't afraid! She wasn't going away! If anything, she sitted closer as time passed. And suddenly, a pet on the head. A so waited, so dreamed, so strange, so scary! Pat on the head. Gentle. Not like those who grabbed him to calm him down and only made him bark and bite with more energy. No. Gentle. It was new. It was nice. But he was afraid. Afraid. How long until she hits? He thinks. But she never hits. She brings him treats. Suspicious. But... not so... Why? It's just that he isn't used to see someone care. But she cares. And she doesn't goes away. And she doesn't turn her back. If anything, only to take the rolls out of the oven!
He doesn't thinks all that in the moment. He just wants. Oh. That felt nice. But was kinda unexpected. It's later at night that he thinks, if his three neurons decide to work. Mayne this is how his complex being feels but his tint neurons don't know how to think. He just loves and cares about the lovely woman that cares and loves back. I need more of them. They mean everything to me at this point factual I'm descending to madness.
AWROROOGOOGGHHHHGGGGG YOUR LOVE FOR TUNA FUELS MY SOULLL!!!! đđTHSNKYIUUUUU!!!đđđđđđ
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This is going to be really off from how bonding works lol.
But imagine that Aemon rants to Vaghar about reader having claim Cannibal to the Point that Vaghar gets curious over you (HC That Vaghar and Cannibal might have a big hate to friends relationship lol). So on one of these days when Vaghar its free to do as she pleaces she decides to look for the reader who is like "why the fuck does big old dragons keep coming to me" but reader is actually sweet to her and basically respects her a lot. Probably tells her how of a brave girl she is and how unfair too to fight human wars.
And Vaghar is like "oh if you knewww" and starts to like reader more than her own rider.
Cannibal IS getting jealous over this. Reader is his đ€!!
But one random day Aemon has the fantastic idea of try and persuade reader to marry him and he is being lowkey creepy and pushy. And what happens ? Not one, TWO BIG DRAGONS APPEARS.
Yes baby!! Canninal is sooo angry he may as well burn him alive but seeing the suprise and offended look Aemon gives to Vaghar as she protects reader its a nice suprise too.
And Vaghar its on mother mode. đ€đ!! She is lowley ashame over her own rider and will roar to him to stay away, then when reader and Cannibal leave together Vaghar wil ignore Aemons command and fly off with them too.
No because I love the ideas that reader is just so likeable that dragons just finds themselves attracted to them.
Besides Iâm pretty sure Aemond and Vhagar donât have a strong a bond as like daemon and Caraxes for example, so I wouldnât be surprised if vhagar finds reader to be the better choice and wishes that reader was her rider, and not some wish version of Visenya.
Aemond: they should be mine, we ride the biggest dragons of Westeros, why canât they see that weâre meant to be!
Grandma Vhagar: *sick and tired of hearing Aemond whine about you and just flies off to seek you out herself*
You would be with cannibal just chilling and all of a sudden an Aemond-less Vhagar just lands in front of you and stares you down as Cannibal growls at her in warning of what heâd do to her if she came here to harm you. He doesnât fuck with you and neither should anyone else, not Vhagar, Craxes, hell not even Balerion or Meraxes if they were still alive would fuck with you with Cannibal to protect you.
But you just casually go up to Vhagar and start petting her snout and saying; oh Vhagar, youâre forced by the hands of man to do their bidding once again. You poor girl who just wants to be left alone in peace and yet they donât respect that.
Vhagar is pretty much purring now as she closes her eyes, allowing your sweet words of praise to comfort her old and decrepit body into a state of rest; cannibal, you have chosen a true diamond of a rider with this little one.
Cannibal staring her down, still a little on edge but resonating how she feels about the selfishness of the Targaryen dynasty: I know and I shall treasure them as one until I die. But be reminded Vhagar that they are MY rider, not yours. You shouldâve remained riderless if you wished to have them but itâs far too late, Iâve came for them and now theyâre mine until death do us part.
Vhagar: I know that, dear Cannibal, but that does not mean you shall keep me from them for I shall always be watching over them when you can not.
Cannibal growls at this but doesnât do anything outside of that because he doesnât like you scolding him.
So when Aemond finds out where Vhagar goes when heâs busy, he will be ten times worse then before because if you claimed cannibal and also have Vhagar taking a liking to you, then this must mean that you are destined to marry him regardless! He would hunt you down himself and corner you somewhere remote as he looks at you with a weird and possessive look in his eye, as he then proceeds to spout nonsense about how you and him were two halves of the same soul and how you were truly a blessing for two of the largest dragons in history to come for your presence.
His dragon deity heâd probably call you because when has two dragons ever flew in search of someone before? It had always been people claiming them but never the dragons searching for their one true rider. You were truly a specimen for history to recount decades from now as historians ponder whether you were something else all together.
Could you imagine the future Targaryens reading about you in history books? The one whom summons dragons? Dragon priest/priestess? Whatever other titles they might give you in the future long after youâre gone.
So Aemond is obviously coming on too strong for your liking and all of a sudden, heâs eclipsed by not one but TWO behemoth shadows belonging to Cannibal and Vhagar, they have heard enough from Aemond and didnât like the unease and fear that they felt coming from you as the one eyed prince kept hounding you with his advances for marriage. Once was fine but this was too much and they didnât want Aemond to do you any harm just for saying no.
(Whether your are already betrothed to Cregan or Benjicot or Jace, or Addam Velaryon Iâll let you decide that)
Your hand is/is not taken as of yet and they will not allow Aemond to sully that because of his delusions and conceptions.
Aemond is shocked and upset to see that Vhagar was blocking him from you as you quickly mounted Cannibal, who was looking at him as though he were his soon to be dinner, and whispers; âVhagar, why?â
Vhagar only roars at him and growling every time he tried to step closer to her, upset herself that her supposed rider was a weird man with an obsession for things he couldnât have. She waits for when you and Cannibal to take off to the skies before following behind as a safety precaution, blatantly disregarding Aemondâs cries as they become nothing the further she goes, forcing him to realise that their control over dragons was merely a farce.
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seven with you | bands drabble (jjk)
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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble seven: itâs time for jungkookâs solo debut and you have a few feelings about it.
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warnings: cussing, mature language, oc experiencing jealousy and insecurity, oc is very supportive but inevitably feels insecure and scared, kook being protective of his family as always, soft and sweet unprotected sex, cowgirl đ€ , making out, neck kisses, sprinkle of breast play, pls excuse any errors as i quickly whipped this up!
a/n: anon, this is for you! đ ironically this is my 7th drabble for the couple đ
hehe coming back to continue feeding into all the thoughts, fantasies, etc etc because of seven promotions. much love, hope you enjoy! so sorry if i missed anyone on my perm taglist, its been so long! iâll be back again soon đ„°
"So, what's hyung doing? Is he still at rehearsal?" Kai asks on the other line as you sit on the hotel bed, scrolling through your laptop.
"Yeah, he's still rehearsing for tomorrow."
"Do you know anything about the video?" You chuckle a bit and shake your head as if your little brother can see you.
"Mm, no.. besides who's involved. He wanted to keep it a surprise."
"Interesting." Kai laughs. "You're going in blindly with everyone else."
"I sure am." You laugh. "But, it'll be good! I'll get to experience this with everyone. I know it'll be amazing no matter what."
"How come you didn't wanna be in the video?"
"It's not that, I just always told Kook that he shouldn't let me hinder his process. If he wants me involved, then he can get me involved. If not and he chooses to do his own thing, then I'll sit back and support as I always do."
"Truthfully, did you want to be in the video?"
"I mean.." You hum as you tilt your head to the side. "It would've been cute."
"Then, why did you say no?"
"Kai. I just.. didn't want him to feel obligated. Plus, to be frank, I wasn't even sure if I was comfortable. I think Kook could tell, and he didn't wanna force it after that. Or, maybe he just had a revelation and thought itâd be better off not involving me.â You joke.
"Nothing is better off without you, you know that. But, of course. I get everything else that youâre saying.â
"I trust his process, though. I always do."
"True." He laughs. "Okay, shoot. It's about to release." You keep your eyes on the laptop as the music video starts, keeping your brother on the line as he promised he'd watch with you. He was currently at the Choi residence while you ventured out to New York with Jungkookâ supporting him from the sidelines for the beginning of his 'Seven' promotions.
You smile as you see Jungkook and Han So Hee together at the table, praising her for being so beautiful and flawless. You giggle every now and then at Jungkook, but then you start to fix on the little details;
The chase.
His effortâ though a bit much that it makes you giggle, the effort is there.
The way he looks at her, waits for her at the end.
Holds her hand and walks along her side.
Maybe you should've said yes to being in the video in the first place, then you wouldn't be in this predicament. Though, she fits well. The vibe is immaculate.
Their dynamic? Strong.
Let's take a moment to be real: part of you felt a little jealous at her flawless execution, a little insecure observing how perfect she is. It seems a bit silly if you generally look at it since Jungkook was Jungkook. But, you couldn't help it. You still weren't used to it, even if you reminded yourself every day that your man was Jeon Jungkook.
Even if you reminded yourself of your story with Jeon Jungkook.
Kai is still on the phone, slightly pulling you back to reality with his comments about how 'good hyung looked in the video' and how 'they worked well together.' He must have been tiptoeing with his words, especially when he quickly flips the script and starts to mention the explicit version that still needed to be listened to.
You follow the lead, playing it on your computer while Kai sat on speaker phone. You can hear the audible gasps coming from his end, your own eyes widening at the switch in the lyrics, the sudden shift of the entire song.
Although you were incredibly proud of Jungkook for continuing to step out of his comfort zone, you felt yourself shrinking and shrinkingâ
Falling into the never-ending pit of insecurity, jealousy, assumptions, what if's, etc etc.,
It was past midnight. Why was rehearsal taking forever?
Felt like hours, and hours.
"The explicit versionâ Iâ Wow. There is a lot to unpack here. But, I can't even say that I'm surprised. Hyung pulls it off well. Wanna be like him some day. He just doesn't care what anybody thinks, and he's so cool." Kai laughs with Yeonjun in the background as they continue to listen to the explicit version with you. You hear a faint 'I don't think this version was meant for us' coming from Yeonjun, a small giggle leaving your lips at their commentary.
"Stop." You say just as Jungkook gives three light knocks on the door before tapping the key against the reader and swinging it open. "Hey, I'll call you back later okay? Jungkook just got back."
"Okay! Tell hyung congrats on the solo debut and that we really liked it!"
"I will. Love you."
"Love you too!" He says as he hangs up the call. Jungkook strolls in with a big smile on his face as he types away at his phone, small giggles leaving his lips as he approaches you on the bed.
"Babygirl." He smiles at and you places a quick kiss on your lips. "Was that Kai?"
"Yeah, it was." You give him a tiny, pursed smile. "He said congrats on the solo debut and that him and his friends really liked everything." Jungkook pauses before he responds because he's typing another message before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
"Aw, thanks. That's my guy. Can always count on him." You let out a tiny laugh before avoiding his eyes, silently looking down at your laptop and letting your finger swipe across the trackpad. "You didn't have to wait up, love."
"Of course I did. I needed to catch it at release." You look up at him briefly. "How was rehearsal?"
"Fucking tiring, but we got through it. I'm excited for everyone to see the performances." He smiles and sits next to you. "So, what'd you think?"
"You two were great together, Kook. It was great.â You simply state.
"We were, weren't we? She was so helpful. And I felt at ease, like I didn't have to try much. She was such a natural at everything, it made things go by a lot smoother.â
"I can tell." You respond softlyâ probably a little too softly because Jungkook's smile slightly fades. Then, the thoughts start to swarm again just as you look at him. You quickly divert your attention by subtly biting onto your bottom lip, looking towards the hotel window when cars are honking their horns out on the street.
Of course, they were assumptions.
But of course, they were stupid, silly little thoughts stemming from your insecurity; occupying every corner of your brain, making you believe this skewed perception, this-whole-thing-that-is-a-thing-but-not-really-a-thing-because-there-aren't-any-facts-to-back-it-upâ
"Hey." He pulls you out of your thoughts by taking your chin and making your eyes meet his own deep, brown orbs. "Talk to me, baby. I can hear you thinking. D-did you not like it? It's okay if not, you know? You can tell me. I value your opinion more than anything"
"What, no!" You shake your head. "I mean, no, of course I loved it. I loved every bit of it. It's amazing, and you know you always blow me away with everything you do." You cup his cheeks and let out a soft sigh. "I really do think you're amazing. I just.. maybe part of me kind of regrets not doing this with you?" He lets out a small breath before taking your hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on your palm.
"Are you saying that just because you saw her in the video?"
"Maybe? And, it did look easy. Everything looked so natural, especially for her. You two meshed well. IâI donât know. Iâm not really sure where Iâm going with this anymore."
"Hm." He hums before tapping your thigh and bringing you onto his lap. You brush the hair out of his face while he wraps his arm around your waist, laying a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Baby, you know when I told you about it, I could tell you weren't comfortable with the idea. The last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable or unhappy."
"No, I know, Kook. It's not your fault. Trust me. It was beautiful and I really enjoyed it. I just.. felt a bit insecure especially since you didn't push on it. I thought you realized I wouldnât work. She was way better and you totally saw that. You had this vision with her, and the thought made me feel a bit jealous too. I guess."
"I know this is easier said than done, but don't be. I love you." He brushes the hair away from your face this time. "You don't have to go out of your way to stand out or catch my attention. You don't have to prove anything to me, anyone. Plus, part of me felt kinda dumb for implying the idea knowing how it'd make you feel and how much attention it'd bring."
"What do you mean?"
"I realized it was probably better off this way simply because I didn't want people to paint this picture about us, or to assume our relationship was a certain way. I know there's already lots of things to be said about the video or the song itself, about our storyâ but at the end of the day, they don't know us like we know us and I'd prefer to keep it that way."
Because even though the relationship is out there, it's not out there. Jungkook tries to keep things balanced, keeping things private as much as possible out of safetyâ to create boundaries between his professional and private life. He would always put you and Kai first, keeping your safety, your comfortability and your happiness a priority.
Over everything, anything.
The moment he felt your uneasiness while mentioning the video, he retracted. He never wanted to force you, or make you do something that was too out of your comfort zone. He didn't want to cross that line of putting too much out there because he was happy with how things were. It was enough, just enough. And that's all he needed.
You were happy, Kai was happy.
Why would he ever push and ruin that?
"You're right. I understand."
"I hope that helps put you at ease a bit, princess. You can always talk to me about it. There was really no other reason behind me not pushing the idea." He caresses your cheek. "Okay? Nothing else." He kisses your cheek, before your lips. He gently taps the side of your hips before adjusting you on his lap and having you straddle him full on. You wrap your arms around his neck while he stares at you in pure adoration, a smile painted across his lips before he speaks againâ "You're my muse. You're in everything that I do, bits of you are sprinkled everywhere. Everywhere that I go, songs that I've created, lyrics scribbled on paper, doodles on my notebookâ everything." His hands travel up your sides, giving them a tiny squeeze as he lets out a small exhale against your lips. "You will always be my muse."
"I'm sorry, Jungkook."
"Don't be sorry." He chuckles a bit. "Everything you felt was valid, and I always want you to come to me about these things." You rest your forehead against his.
"I really did enjoy it, though. You always blow me away with everything you do." You kiss him just as you wrap your arms tightly around his neck.
"Yeah?" He chases after your lips, large hands grazing your back as he holds you close to him.
"Mhm." You giggle before poking the tip of his nose. "And uh, the explicit version of the songâ we listened to it right before you walked in."
"Cool, huh?" You laugh and shake your head.
"You're crazy."
"You know.." He smirks before biting onto his bottom lip. "Think there's a little bit more explaining I can do for that one. But, I think it'd be better if I showed you."
"Oh?" You watch as Jungkook tears his beanie off and tosses it aside. "I think that'd be good." He leans forward for another kissâ but this time, it's deep. Deep enough for Jungkook to take in a strong inhale through his nose, shakily letting out an exhale once he parts from your lips. He doesn't waste any time before he's kissing you again, tongue swiping against your bottom lip before easing it in. His fingers trace your bare skin underneath your shirt, tips digging into your sides again when he feels you slowly rock against himâ his length growing incredibly hard beneath you.
"Yeah, it would be good. Right?" He lets out a small moan in between kisses, hissing when he feels your lips make their way down to his jaw, neck. His hands travel to the hem of the shirt you're wearing, slowly prying it off and tossing it aside. He continues to sit on the edge of the bed while you straddle him, your hands now fiddling with his shirt before he pulls it over his head and joins yours off to the side.
"You aren't tired?" You lay some lazy kisses along his throat, sucking and nipping gently on the surface while his fingers tug at the fabric of your panties.
"Nope, not anymore." You make your way back up to his lips, relishing in every kiss, every squeezeâ every bit of Jungkook. Midway, he finally helps you out of your panties before shifting his sweats and boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. Â
"You sure?" You tease as you waste no time wrapping your hand around his member, pumping him a few times while listening to him let out a few moans.
"Positive, baby. Need you." He mutters as he signals for you to sink down his length. You do as told, slowly, easily, sinking down until he completely fills you up and bites his bottom lip. "Just like that. Right where you should be."
"Feel so full already, Kook." He chuckles as he adjusts himself better on the bed, tattooed hands traveling up your back, caressing your body, as he showers your tits with kisses. He takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling around the hardened peak before pulling back with a pop. Just as you continue to roll against him, he takes the otherâ giving his tongue a little more freedom to explore before sucking and giving it a quick pop. He continues to shower your chest with feathery kisses, moving to your shoulders and arms while you continue to set the tempo.
"So goodâ fuck." He moans. "You're doing so good, baby." He tightens his grip around your hips as he continues to praise you. "Just like that." He repeats. You whine, lips grazing his as you work him, ride himâ feeling every inch of Jungkook inside of you. The way that your walls engulf himâ squeeze himâ with every roll of your hips makes it hard for him to hold on. Though, he can tell you're slowly tipping over the edge.
It's the way your face contorts in pleasure.
Your inaudible, silent moans.
The way your body stiffens when you work against him, relishing every bit of his cock before repeating the rhythm.
And he's right, you are close. So close. Jungkook pulls you into a sloppy, wet kiss before he slightly backs away to observe your face, you. He chases after your lips once more, biting onto your bottom lip and making you let out a moan that sounds like music to his ears.
The chase.
His effort.
The way he looks at you in pure adoration, easing you to the edge to see you in pure ecstasy.
Holding you close, keeping his hands on you at all times.
You continue picking up the pace a bit, causing enough friction against your heat. Jungkook calls your name, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as his hand rests on the nape of your neckâ the other hand still on your hip. He starts to match your rhythm, your tone, thrusting upwards into you to fully tip you over the edge.
"Kook, I'mâ I'm gonnaâ fuck." You whine as you become desperate, feeling the high settle into the pit of your gut. Finally, you tremble against him and moan loudly against him; hand squeezing his tattooed bicep, the other tangled in his black locks.
"That's it. Good girl." He caresses your back, continuing to thrust himself into you even as you try to come back down from your high. But now, he's there, and he's desperate for his own release. "You're my babygirl. You're everything to me. Everything." You moan loudly with him as he gives you one, two, powerful thrusts. "Everything that I do, everywhere I go. You're my muse. You're mine." He says against your ear, panting as he snaps his hips against you at a faster pace while holding you close; the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. It's not long before Jungkook is coming undone, the aftershocks still rippling through your body. His cheek is pressed against yours as he pants and lets out a few whines, your walls milking every last bit of him until the very end.
"Kook." You whisper. "I love you. I'm so proud of you and I love you." He laughs lazily as he rubs at your hips.
"I love you too, princess. Good enough explanation for that?"
"Maybe." You giggle as you hop off and scurry off to the bathroom for a quick shower.
"I mean.. we can do moreâ" He trails behind you and welcomes himself into the shower.
"Jungkook, you need to be up in 3 hours." Your voice echoes in the shower and Jungkook scrunches his nose.
"And?" He laughs. "Running on no sleep is how I work."
"You're too much." You giggle when Jungkook turns you around and wraps his arms around you.
"Baby, baby, baby." He says smugly. "There's more that I'll need to show you, especially for the album."
"Jungkook." You try to scold him but you squeal when he has you wrap your legs around him and presses your back against the tiled wallâ the night only leading to more sweet nothings, praises and genuine love. Jungkook loving on you, just as you with him.
Because, you are his muse. You are in everything he does, bits of you sprinkled in everything.
No matter the circumstance. No matter the day, time, year.
You will always be his muse.
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hi i love your writings smm đ„șđ©đđand i was wondering if you can write something for shy quiet , innocent fem reader whos like Literally an angel and very kind who haves healing techniques and also yuji's distant cousin with sukuna ?
A/N: I'm not the best at Sukuna, but here's a try! I kinda wanted to try to write him simped.
His predatory eyes have been on you for a while now.
Initially, itâs barely a development for Sukuna to learn that the vessel heâs stuck in has a cousin. Itâs a distant relationship, separated by a couple of centuries, but itâs there. It isnât a mark for concern until he sees your powers. Healing others isnât special, but bringing back a missing limb, fixing a soul, the chance you could bring a body back, thatâs more interesting.
âI didnât manipulate their soul. The shape was wrong, so I gave it enough that it could put itself back to the way it wanted to be, and it worked out!â
You didnât seem to really realize the extent of your own power, chirpily going on with life like a colorful bouncing baby bird from what he could tell. And as his interest in your technique starts to grow, it leads to something else he canât explain.
Sukuna blames this body that heâs in for the reason his attention always sparks up whenever he hears your voice echoing in this body. Whenever Itadori interacts with you, thereâs a torrent of happiness proliferating throughout his entire body, including to where Sukunaâs soul maintains itself. Thatâs where he decides this interest in you comes from.
Thatâs where the deliciously darkly satisfied sensation upon seeing fluster spread across your face whenever he decides to interrupt you and Itadori comes from. The way you squeak and shy into yourself, resisting that urge to tremble at his presence â which he can still make out â is mouthwateringly delectable. Sukuna presumed this was an easy way to piss off the other soul in this body, but that isnât the case.
Thereâs a rush of something indecipherable when that innocent smile appears on your cherub face. The faintest hint of life threatens to lurch into his chest when you place a hand on this boyâs shoulder, sending that heat all the way down to him.
It irritates him because those actions arenât caused by him but by the brat whose body he inhabits. It irritates him because he shouldnât be thinking about these things in the first place. Desiring them. Desiring you. Never having the time to remember what this type of desire was in the first place.
At least not until now.
This body is failing, puddling with its own blood from the loss against a pitiful opponent.
Maybe Itadori should have brought you with him after all instead of leaving you behind at the mission start. Sukuna is already aware of the reason. His âprecious little cousinâ is the only family he has left after all, by his own miserable words.
(âHow pathetic. You think you canât protect her.â)
The brat was right to leave you behind if he died that easily.
âUh, Sukuna?â
The King of Curses lifts his head; thereâs cursed energy and light flooding this body, barely enough that his own soul clings on.
âAre you stillâŠâ a small cough, âin there?â
Sukuna wastes little time cracking an eye open. Itâs a worth sight to see. Your cheeks are wet with the beginning of tears, a meek and scared gloss to your eyes when you notice him leering up at you from his headâs position in your lap, and your chest pumped up with a shaky gasp that makes him smirk.
âIsnât this a surprise? Called on by the little lamb herself.â
Just like the name suggests, you tense and frightened like the fragile creature, a fear so palpable that he can smell it wafting in the air.
âSince this is such a rare occassion, I'll give you three seconds of my time. What do you want?"
Fearfully, you struggle to ask, âYou can heal people, canât you?â
Sukuna isnât sure why you would ask that when youâre classified as a healer yourself. Heâs positive the only reason heâs still here is due to your influence then it dawns on him.
âWhatâs the matter?â he cackles. âNot enough curse energy left to finish the job?â
When you fail to respond, he knows heâs got it right, and his brain already begins to turn with how many ways he could take advantage of the situation when you finally nod.
âWhat would I need to do for you to help me heal him?â
âYou dare try to bargain with me.â His tone is brusque, pure intimidation mixed with amusement. âWhat could you possibly have to offer me thatâs better than watching this punk sorcerer die?â
Youâre as much of a fool as the boy, he thinks. The difference though is that unlike him, thereâs more that the King of Curses wants from you: your power, your body, your soul, and the innocence comprising it and displaying in the doe-eyed look that you give him as you gently bite on your bottom lip.
âPlease,â you shakily air out, tears spilling out in the weakness of your voice, âIâll give you anything you want.â
âYou.â
âMe?â you ask. Thereâs a moment of hesitation as your eyebrows knit together. âI-I donât understand. Why me?â you question; thereâs an air of confusion about the question, brewed from the innocent nature that canât even begin to think what you would have that could benefit him.
âDo you want the deal or not?â he asks, patience artificially short. Youâre hesitant, unsure what to say as you stare at him. âIâm not going to keep the offer up for long, woman.â
Slowly, the fear starts to drain from you, which causes him to go silent as your fingers brush your fingers along Itadoriâs forehead, pushing the messy blood-soaked tufts of hair away. Your eyes waver, flooding with another layer of tears that collect on your eyelashes, but you quickly blink them away.
âI accept,â you finally relent, a forced smile stretching across your face; a fragile attempt to offer him, or rather yourself, a little optimism and sweetness that sends a lustful pulse down his stomach. âIâm yours.â
There it was, easier than he ever imagined, and he couldnât stop himself from laughing at the irony. This boyâs decision to protect you would be the very thing leading you to him.
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hil, love ur writing!!
could i request a Paul Lahote x Bella's Younger Sister! Reader (Luna Swan). y'know how in new moon Jacob does this like parkour climb into Bella's room (Imao). maybe like reader is doing her night time routine to get ready for bed then hears pebbles being thrown at her window and she already knows itâs her bf paul is out there. she opens the window for him and he climbs up showing off his strength. he immediately wraps his arms around Lunaâs waist and puts his head into her neck/shoulders. she reciprocates his deep hug, rubbing her hands up n down his back and shoulders (bc he shows up shirtless in true werewolf fashionđ). she asks him all coy âwhat are you doing hereâ so he just explains how he needed to see her and be with her bc ofc we all know how protective of an imprint Paul must be. itâs all cutesy then they kiss and cuddle to sleep.
btw⊠obsessed with ur writingđ«¶đŒ. literally im always checking back on ur account for updatesđ
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Paul Lahote x reader
Now Playing: Ho Hey by The Lumineers
I hummed to the song on the radio as I sat at my vanity, applying creams to my skin and oils to my hair. It had been a long day; school was tiring, I had a million assignments, and work was⊠well, it was the service industry, so about as good as could be expected.
The sun had set already. Dad was on a hunting trip for the winter break, and Bella had taken the opportunity to stay with Edward for a few days. This left me alone in the house, but it wasnât all that bad.
I had gotten up to dig around under my desk for a face mask, finding it and sitting back on my bottom as I read the back for instructions.
A thud made me look over towards my window. I watched for a long moment as nothing happened, until a small pebble hit the window again. I got up, making my way over to see who was there.
I peered through the glass, only to see a familiar face staring back at me. I smiled as I saw him, pushing my lacy curtains back to unlatch my window and open it.
âWhat are you doing?â I call coyly, laughing at Paul as he grinned up at me
âWhat, I canât come see my girlfriend? Canât make sure sheâs okay after a long Monday without her?â He teased, adding, âWatch out, Iâm coming up.â
I take several steps back, watching as he takes a running leap up to the ledge of my window. I watch as he shimmies his broad shoulders and long legs through the small opening, laughing as his foot gets caught in the curtain.
He scowls at me, taking long strides forward to envelop me in a hug. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, bowing his body over mine to reach, and his arms circle my waist tightly.
I sigh with content as I wrap my arms around him, one over his shoulder to take through his hair and the other around his torso to run my hand up and down his spine.
âYouâre lucky Charlie isnât here,â I murmur, âIf he saw you climbing up here, heâd bust in to kick your ass, and also to give you a shirt.â
He snickers, complaining that âShirts are restricting, and I run hot.â
ââItâs a werewolf thingâ.â I quote, smiling as I add, âI was about to put on a face mask, you want to join?â
He pulled his head back to eye me, suspicious of my proposition. I only laughed at him, pulling away and reaching for the tube of âGreen Tea Detoxifying Face Mask Gelâ
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We end up cuddled together on the bed, the fan blowing towards both our faces to dry the mask.
Heâs laying on his side, his hand propping his head up. His other arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping my back secured to his chest as we watch reruns of old movies.
I yawn, so comfortable that Iâm almost falling asleep.
âTired?â He asks quietly, and I shrug.
âComfortable,â I reply, âYouâre so warm, makes me want to fall asleep.â
He laughs a little, reaching up to poke my cheek, âMaskâs dry, letâs take them off.â
I groan as I roll to my feet, padding to the bathroom to peel off the mask. I do mine first, leaning over the counter and carefully taking the dry, rubbery substance off of my skin and throwing it in the trash. When Iâm done, I haul myself up to sit on the counter as Paul props his arms on either side of my legs.
I take off his mask, careful of his eyebrows and the short hair on his chin and jaw.
âYou didnât shave this morning,â I comment, turning to throw the part of the mask I had gotten off into the trash.
âRan late today, Sam dragged me to school before I could,â He replied, his eyes glued to my face, âJared hogs the bathroom trying to fix his hair.â
I smile, peeling off the nose strip now.
âTell him to quit sleeping with his hair wet, and he wonât have to fix it as much in the morning.â
He sighs, âIâve tried. Heâs stubborn.â
I hum, âReminds me of someone else I know.â
He rolls his eyes, pinching my thigh and making me laugh.
âYeah, Iâm sure,â He says sarcastically, âBut the only stubborn hot-head you love is right here, letting you torture him with face masks.â
I laugh, âYou know you love them!â
Again, he rolls his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips as he says, âI love *you*, I tolerate the masks.â
I giggle as he presses dozens of quick kisses across my face, never more grateful for life than I am in this moment.
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Thank you so much for the request!! It was super cute and I had so much fun writing it đ„°
And Iâm so glad you like my writing!! That made me so happy đ I really hope you enjoyed this, and lmk if you have any more requests đ
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Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests đđ
Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself đ! Aw thank you so much Iâm so glad you like my fics, and youâre welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do đ„°! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!
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Yami didnât know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!
Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for nowâŠthey were stuck with her being a toddler!
She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other handâŠwell she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly âmommyâ and âdaddyâ. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didnât want to be called âdaddyâ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn âYamiâ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.
Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captainâs meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.
Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captainâs meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captainâs âoohedâ and âawwedâ over her.
â Aw look how adorable she is! I didnât know you had a baby Yami!â Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.
âYami had a child?! Why didnât he say anything? Does that mean heâs married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesnât seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didnât he say anything, Iâm so jealous of her, why didnât I confess to him sooner?!â Charlotteâs mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didnât look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.
â Mommy?â She asked cutely before her smile widened. â Mommy!â
Charlotte and Dorothyâs hearts quickly melted and they both couldnât help but say âHow Cute~!â. Yami sighed and shook his head.
â The Prickly Princess ainât your mom, and Iâm not her dad. Sheâs a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.â Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.
â I see, so how long will she be like this?â Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.
â Daddy!â She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleonâs brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.
â Iâm sorry to say that Iâm not your father little one.â Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.
â She seems to only be able to say âmommyâ and âdaddyâ, which makes sense since sheâs only like 1 or 2.â Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.
â I think sheâs closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time theyâre one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!â Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.
â How the hell do you know that kid?â Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.
â Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.â Rill explained and the others nodded.
The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.
â DaddyâŠ?â She asked hesitantly and Nozelâs eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.
â Iâm not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.â He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.
The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.
â What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!â Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozelâs eyes widened a bit.
â Geez Nozel sheâs just a baby, canât you be just a little nicer with her?â Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozelâs cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.
â Donât listen to him brat,â Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. â You can call of us âmomâ and âdadâ as much as you like. And ignore him.â Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.
â Yeah! Nozelâs just jealous because he doesnât have a cool baby of his own!â Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.
â Even Iâm not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.â He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.
â Iâm not jealous and Iâm not angry at the child!â Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. â Itâs justâŠâ He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.
Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.
â Itâs just that a Captainâs meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Donât you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?â Nozel asked with a sigh.
â Uh, sheâs already seen the horrors of the world remember? Sheâs actually a Magic Knight?â Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozelâs face to turn a brighter red.
â Nozel does have a point. A Captainâs meeting is no place for a young child,â Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. â So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?â He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.
The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yamiâs arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didnât want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.
At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldnât be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.
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Umm so I had a suggestion for Daryl. So he and the reader are in a relationship (pretty new) and the reader feels like Daryl holds himself back during seggs, so she encourages him not to. He takes her advice and fucks her brains out such that she's unable to walk for 2 days (can you please include choking and hairpulling). Thankyoyđ
Take it not so easy.
Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
A/N: ohhh this is gonna be so fun to write. hope yâall enjoy!
WARNINGS: degrading, filthy smut, creampie, dirty talk, rough, overstimulation, unprotected sex etc. 18+
Yours and Daryl Dixons sex life was nothing but passion and love. Sweet, slow love making that involved a lot of soft sex, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, holding you close against him as you both climaxed together, holding your hand during it and his constant apologies afterwards when he felt like he mightâve been a little too hard on you, but he never was. You both enjoyed it, although your kinky fantasies ran wild and you wanted him to be maybe a little bit more vocal or rougher, you did enjoy the warmth and love you feel radiating onto you during sex with him.
It was a touchy subject, for Daryl at least. You had hinted or maybe mentioned a few times for him to be a little bit more open to other things, to be a little bit more rougher but he just didnât have it in him. He treated you like delicate glass, something precious that was too fragile for this world. For once he actually loved someone, cared about them. He wanted you to never feel any kind of pain, he never wanted to raise his voice at you, or put you in dangerous situations. It was the protective nature in him. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how he could make you feel safe in any situation no matter what. You knew he was always looking out for you.
As the days go on, the world turns and your relationship gets better, but it iss still a few months fresh. Better than ever, of course, but the conversation rings between your kitchen with Rosita, her being the openly sexual person she is, hounding you for more input on your sex life. The embarrassment you felt each time she insisted girl talk with you was something that would never go away, no matter how many years you knew her.
âSo, youâre saying Daryl isnât kinky?â She asks with a disbelieving tone.
âNo,â you murmur staring down at your twiddling fingers. âHeâs veryâŠwellâŠsoft.â
And that was the truth. He was a very soft person trapped inside of an intimidating, large man. The only time you ever felt the least bit of him being more aggressive is his desperation after a long run.
âYou know heâs been gone for a little over a week, Rick told me theyâd be back tonight.â She hints, giving you a small smirk.
You glance at her confused. âSo?â You push.
âTonightâs the perfect night to get him riled up.â Her smirk becomes larger. âYou know heâs probably been thinking about you all week.â
The blush burned your cheeks as you shook your head at her unnecessary comments. Oh, if only Daryl knew what you were thinking while he was out. You were aware his thought of you while being on the runs. His first words always being, âI thought bout this the whole time I been gone.â But for you, it was different. The feeling was more intensified when he was gone and by the time he came back you were wanting to strip him down at the door, his sex was something your fingers could never make you feel.
But tonight, you decided to do just that. Rile him up and hope for the best. The room was dark, you laid on your back, flipping through your new book he had found for you on the road, a little hobby you picked up these days. But instead of being your usual night time attire you were in black lace underwear and one of his shirts, something he finds attractive, you in his clothing.
The excitement was already coursing through you, your heart leaping into your mouth once you hear the familiar vibration of his motorcycle outside the house, the aching feeling between your legs already becoming unbearable. It was late, you were for sure he thought you were asleep by the quiet foot steps creaking up the steps, your heart pounding with anticipation when you hear the door open. The lamp in the room was bright enough for you to see him, he sets his cross bow down and glances up at you, his eyes blinking a few times once he sees your outfit. The effect was already setting in.
âYou wearinâ tha to bed?â He smirks, kicking his boots off.
You canât seem to find a coherent thought. He was sweaty and dirty, his hair slightly wet from the blazing heat outside, he must have been busy on his trip. Sweaty, dirty Daryl Dixon, it always did odd things to you.
âMaybe, but I was hoping itâd catch your attention.â You sit up, smiling innocently at him.
His feet traveling to you, the look of lust already coming over his features, you take a deep breath, looking back up at him when his fingers gently grasp your chin between their hold, he stares at you, his blank look as always. He always knew how to hide emotions so well, but the hint of love in his eyes never failed disappear.
âYa know what you skippinâ around in my clothes does to me.â He murmurs, his face inches away from yours.
His warm breath was fanning over your lips, leaning closer to relax into his touch you had been craving for the last coming week.
âYes,â you breathe. âI do.â
âAnd this?â His index finger hooks into the small hem on your hip of the lace panties, letting it snap back against your hip. âSâfuckinâ hot.â
The smallest ounce of pain gave you a rush, instantly sending it to between your legs. He was in a different mood tonight, his demanor was much more desperate for your touch as well as his touch for you.
âI wore it for you, Dar.â Your voice was small. âTouch me, please.â
âMiss me?â He chuckles. You nods eagerly.
His lips land on your neck ever so softly, making their way up to your jaw line. Your head falls back, your legs spreading slightly to invite him in as his body towars over yours, leaving you feeling small under his touch. His lips finally connect with yours and you kiss back with more desperation, his hands finding their way to your laced panties, running his thick fingers up and down the front. The whimpers falling from your lips was enough to make the erection in his boxers twitch. He loved the pretty little noises you were making for him.
âSâwet for me already, huh princess?â He whispers against your lips. âAnd all Iâve done is kissed you.â
Your insides were clenching at the unexpected touch of his fingers. You felt almost pathetic at how badly you were starting to ache for him.
âBe rough,â you begged against his lips. âPlease, Dar. I want all of you.â
He disconnects your lips, looking down at you with hesitant eyes. His hands travel to your hair, winding it up in a ponytail around his wrist causing you to look at his intense gaze. You visibly swallow, suddenly feeling intimidated.
âYou want it hard, pretty girl?â He asks, smirking down at your innocence eyes staring back at him.
You nod. âYes, I do. I want all of you, all of it.â
Your hands run down his big chest, squeezing the fabric between your fingers. His eyes search yours, his face instantly softening.
âYou have taâ promise me that if it gets too much youâll say somethinâ?â His face becoming serious.
âI will, I promise.â Your words coming out a little too excited.
His hand releases your hair, pulling you against his lips in one swift motion, your kisses are desperate, sweet, rough all mushed into one. The thick desire pools in between your legs waiting for his next move, you grab his large arms, gripping them tightly. You wanted him so bad.
He drops to his knees unexpectedly, catching you by surprise. His thick fingers rubbing your hips, yanking you closer to him effortlessly causing you to gasp. His lips leaving soft kisses from your knees all the way up to your clothed core, kissing it through your panties, then licking a stripe up the cloth causing you to moan at the tickling sensation.
âI love ya little whimpers, Y/N.â He murmurs against the skin of your thighs. âYou got no idea what they do to me.â
His hands hook themselves in the hem of your panties, pulling them down ever so slowly, giving him a full view of all of you. You blush, instantly trying to close your legs but his big hands open them right back up.
âYa so beautiful, never seen anything like it.â
You blush at his words. His wet lips place a kiss onto yours, your hips wiggling at the feeling. His large hands hold your hips down, placing one of your knees over his shoulder, his tounge flicking at your clit and dipping down at your entrance every so often. You groan, your hands lacing into his long thick hair.
âOh god,â you gasp, lifting your hips to meet his face. âOh my god, feels amazing.â
You were nearing your climax, you were now unintentionally riding his face, his nose hitting ever so softly against your clit. Your head falls back, the warmth pooling into your belly, his actions speeding up at the feeling his your hips stuttering before you release, coating his face.
He smirks, looking up at your already worn out face, proud of himself.
âJust wanted to show ya how much I love ya before I did this.â
You gasp, his hands flipping you around suddenly, your face down against the bed sheets. He has given you no time to recover from the orgasm you just had. His throbbing erection pressing into you, the denim of his jeans already pressing into your clit causing you to whimper at the sensation, pushing yourself back against him.
âLook so good in my shirt.â He leans down, pressing a kiss to your back.
Your breathing still ragged, you could feel his breathing hitch at the sight of you bent over in front of him. You couldnât explain the excitement and nerves in you running wild. His hands fumble with his belt and zipper, your hips wiggling in anticipation.
âDaryl, please.â You whine.
âMy little slut miss my cock that bad?â He chuckles, you blush at the words, heâs never called you that before but it set fire inside you. âGonâ make you cum all over my cock. You think about me like this when mâ gone?â
âYes,â you groan. âAll the time.â
The tip of his cock taps your clit a few times, he was very hard. You moan at the feeling trying to push back onto him but a slap lands against your ass causing you to moan into the sheets, the pain connecting instantly with your core.
âDidnât say you could have me yet.â He teases. âYou touch yourself while Iâm gone?â
The words make you blush, feeling vulnerable. His hand wrapped around his length pumping up at down at the thought of you laid out in bed, your hands between your legs pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, he groans.
âAnswer me, sunshine.â He pushes.
âI-I do.â You whisper.
His words were creating a warm frenzy inside you, you feel a dripping sensation run down your legs, his movements halt, staring down at your exposure.
âW-what?â You ask nervously.
âOh you poor baby, ya drippinâ.â He finds pleasure in it. Teasing you.
âDar, please I want you so bad.â You bef, suddenly feeling fed up. âStop teasing.â
He complies, pushing his whole length inside you in one go. You moan, your cheeks instantly turning red and you bury your face into the sheets. His pace is slow, allowing you to get use to him. Oh how badly youâve been missing this. He slides in and out effortlessly, the wetness making it easier. You hear him groan from behind you.
âGod, ya feel so good round me.â He grunts. âSo warm and tight.â
You whimper at his words, closing your eyes and reeling into the feeling. Stretching and filling you up so effortlessly all while hitting the pleasure spot deep down in you. You already feel your climax starting to come over you.
âNot yet.â He grunts. âCan feel ya clenchinâ around me.â
His grunts and moans were falling from lips, the prettiest thing youâve ever heard. His hips were now pounding into you, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair to pull you back to him, his hand wrapping around your throat.
âI-I canât take it.â You whimper. âGonna-gonna, Ahh, Daryl!â
âYou better fuckinâ not.â He spits, pulling your hair a bit tighter.
His hand smacks your ass once again, you groan in frustration not able to keep up with his pace. Your thighs shaking as the warm fluids run down your legs. You were throbbing, soaking him in the process. The feeling was intense, strong, something you had never felt before. Daryl could feel it washing you without control. He wasnât aware of how much him being like this turned you on.
âDaryl, oh god. I-I,â
You tried to speak but before you could your orgasm hit , washing over you intensely, moaning loudly. Clenching so tightly around him causing him to hiss. He rode out your orgasm for you, eventually falling into his own, spilling it deep inside you. He falls onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily while looking at your worn out face, hardly being able to keep your eyes open. His hand moved your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead gently.
âI wasnât too rough was I, sunshine?â He whispers softly.
The soft Daryl you knew and love was returning. You giggle at him.
âNo, I loved it.â You whispered back, planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled back, pulling you into his arms.
âLove ya so much. You know I wouldnât ever do anything to hurt ya right?â
You smiled at his words, the pain between your legs was now turning into soreness. You knew that by tomorrow you were sure going to have a reminder of him all day because of his relentless fucking. Something you hoped you both could do more often.
âOf course Daryl. I love you too.â
Daryl wanted nothing less than to give you every ounce of love you deserve in this world.
And thatâs exactly what he did.
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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 23
â Pairing:Â Mick Schumacher x fem!hamilton!reader
â Warnings:Â graphic description of unprotected sex (fingering, dirty talk, and p in v), mentions of alcohol, and jealousy.Â
â Summary: It the ending of the season and fans get a glimpse on Mick and Ynâs perspective.
â A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration đ
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lewishamilton You'll always be my baby sister, my bisty. I don't care how old you are, if you're dating, if you have kids of your own, or if you get married, you're forever the baby I held and knew I would protect with my life. Happy birthday theofficialyn đ
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pierregasly Happy birthday, Hamilton baby! đ„ł
‷ hammertime_ why this is so funny to me
‷ theofficialyn pierre đ hamilton baby sounds as if heâs my dad lol
ynfan my fav sibling duo đ„čđ
landonorris happy birthday to my fav brit girl! đđ
schumimick imagine having these genes and being born this pretty!
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‷ leclerccookies not even mick canât resist baby yn!
‷ dreiricciardo mick is the weakest for her and we know it
theofficialyn I love you, lew! thank you for always taking care of me đđ my fav brother đ
‷ sainzfiftyfive do they have more siblings? what?
‷ schumercedes I guess this is the joke, heâs her only brother đ
georgerussell63 Happy birthday, Yn!!! Love you tons, please stop giving merc admin memes ideas đâ€ïž
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ginaschumacher life gave me a little sister and I have never been so grateful. Thank you for being you, and for shining your light on everyone around you. I wish you the happiest life, Yn. I love you tons! đ©đŒâđ€âđ©đŸđ
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fan02 Is that mickyn I see? Did gina just fed us mickyn crumbs? đđđđđđ
mickschumacher I had no idea you took that pic haha đ we look cute, ily
‷ astonmartinha GINA POSTED MICKYN đđđ
theofficialyn I love you, g! Youâre a gift life brought to me and Iâll cherish and keep you forever! đ©đŒâđ€âđ©đŸđđ
‷ burrowleclerc oh to be best friends with my boyfriendâs sister
carmenmmundt đ„čđ„° Happy bday, Yn!!! Youâre such a kind soul, and itâs an honor to be your friend. Ily!
ylnrain I find it so gentle and endearing the way the schumacher and the hamiltons became close friends all because of mick and yn. like, she could just be acquaintance with gina, but theyâre always seem together and they truly root for each other, you can see it. and then thereâs mick and lewis who got even closer during these past few months, likeâŠthis is some romance book typa shit and I love it!
‷ norrizzfour bestie ur rant was longer than the birthday wishes but I love that for you đ
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charles_leclerc I won't say you're like a sister to me or else your brother will push me off the track đ but it's a pleasure to be your friend and to share the struggles and the good things of life with you. Thank you for always remembering about me with your sugary diet vegan desserts. Life is sweeter around you! Happy birthday, Yn â€ïž
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‷ lewisfan not pierre jealous LMAO
‷ theofficialyn he loves you a tiiiiiny bit more than he loves me, believe me
‷ pierregasly yeah but he never said life is sweeter around me đ€Ź
‷ arthur_leclerc he did say it was funnier tho
‷ joris_trouche đ€đ€šđ€š
‷ theofficialyn did charles told you to comment this, arthur? đ€Ł
‷ charles_leclerc Iâm trying to avoid a future track collision here, Yn!
‷ landonorris you guys so dramatic đ€Šââïž
danielricciardo Happy birthday, Yn!!!! đ„łđ„łđ„łđđ»
carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños, hamilton! â€ïžâ€ïž
scuderiaferrari so she HAS been bringing you sweets huh?
‷ theofficialyn theyâre all healthy I promise, I even talked with the nutritionist đ
‷ georgerussell63 rumor has it she didnât talk with the nutricionista
‷ georgerussell63 but theyâre all healthy anyways, calories free and all, even I eat some!!!
‷ theofficialyn I was about to call alex to beat ur ass!
franciscac.gomes feliz aniversĂĄrio, yn! đ„čđ„°đ te amo!!!
‷ theofficialyn I love you more, kikaaaa! đđ
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mickschumacher I am the luckiest guy for having you in my life. I still remember the first time I saw you, and to this day I still feel all giddy whenever you walk into the room. I wanna spend the rest of my life by your side, smiling, laughing, crying, talking, sharing every moment. I wish you the happiest birthday, and an even happier life, Schatzi. I love you đ hereâs to many more birthdays together
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ynsunshine the mickey shirt đ
‷ spanishgp23 isnât that how yn calls him?
‷ ynsunshine exactly!!!!! đ
estebanocon happy birthday, yn!! đ©”đ©”đ©”
mercedesamgf1 happy birthday to the mercâs garage sunshine đ
theofficialyn forever đ
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theofficialyn had a great time in Brazil with some even greater people đđđđ€
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brunamarquezine te amooooo! đ©”đ©” (Ily)
keepupwthehamiltons I saw yn was with Iza too, and Iâm manifesting something between iza and lewis like đ©đ© they would be so powerful together
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satelliteferrari mick showing up twice đ„° she really said MY man
lewishamilton thank you for always having my back đ
‷ theofficialyn youâre my forever number 1! Love you, lew đ
‷ hamiltonsiblings my forever number 1 đđ„Čâčïžđ meanwhile my brother calls me ugly in every possible language
1directiontrack I say give Yn the citizen title too đ§đ·
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mickschumacher vegas, baby! đ
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gaslightgasly I wonder if the last pic isnt a soft launch for his new seat next year đ
‷ schumicedes I havenât thought about it, but it makes senseâŠ
mickynshipper I love how theyâre the center of each others posts đ©đ
sainzleclerc God, Iâve seen what you done for others đââïž
estebanocon I like the new haircut đ
gaslybestie I canât be the only one who had some very age restricted thoughts with the fourth picâŠ
‷ vettelforever oh youâre def not alone on this train bestie
porscheschumi I am invested on this porsche 2024 mick!! omg omg
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Found Family: Marjan & TK đ
I think by now itâs a well-known fact that I love this friendship! Marjan and TK compliment each other so well!
The show does a lot of âshow donât tellâ with this friendship. They donât need to explicitly state that theyâre ride or die or best friends, they just are. In the tiny things they do. How Marjan goes to TK for comfort after Tim dies, how devastated she is when TKâs in his hypothermia coma. All the small background moments that truly show this friendship is a backbone of this found family.
When they met they instantly clicked! I think TK saw something of himself in her. Sheâd been treated like a diversity hire who didnât deserve her job and didnât get any respect from her Miami fire crew. TK, Iâm sure, was treated similarly and viewed as a nepotism hire. Itâs why he got dual certified as a medic and always challenged himself with more qualifications and racking up so many commendations.
TK is the kind of friend who is loyal to a fault, and would be there for anyone in any way he can. I just know that after Marjan broke up with Salim he was there to hold her hand and support her through those difficult conversations she had to have with herself and her family. And now Iâm sure he and Carlos go on double dates with Marj and Joe all the time!
Marjan is so protective and would do anything for her family. I think she was the first and only person TK told about the breakup, and why he left Carlos. He trusts her to tell her about the gritty details of his past, and she loves him and reminds him that heâs not that person anymore. Sheâs supported him through so much and was so happy to cheer for him on his wedding day!!
Iâm so excited to see where these besties go in season 5!!
@lonestar-s5countdown đ
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YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING đ i beg you to write some headcannons about the sawyers family with their s/o, in tcsm. with the new characters from the game if you can (sissy and johnny)?? thanksđ«
Sawyer Family x gn!reader basic hcâs
Omg this took way to long, writers block is a killer. Iâm gonna admit I had to do some research and read some fics to get to know some of the characters I donât usually write, but here we go<3
Disclaimer: the Sawyer family tree is so very very confusing, so the characters I went with: Bubba, Johnny, Sissy, Drayton(who is gonna be the older brother but more father figure bc his role is confusing), and Nubbins,
If I missed anyone, let me know and I wasnât completely sure if you wanted this fluffy or smutty, so I went safe. If you did want smut, ask me please. And it shall be done:)
Bubba
âąThe sweetest boy, always reaching out to you for affection.
âąHeâs a big hugger, and a bear hugger too. Sometimes forgets how much bigger he is than most other people, but how can you say no? Even when heâs knocked the wind out of you with those big arms of his.
âąHeâs a simple man, he could die peacefully and fulfilled in your embrace.
âąPRAISE HIM!
âąHe corrects himself on accidental roughness, tell him heâs doing such a good job and heâll melt.
âąSometimes he gets easily frustrated because of people not understanding his intentions, so be patient with him. Reward him with hugs and cuddles and heâll be satisfied.
âąLate night talks! Even if itâs more enthusiastic grunts and whines. Youâll both be lying in bed and heâll just be babbling happily about his day, or about how much he loves you with the widest grin on his face.
âąHeâs never really had a ârelationshipâ before, so there are times when you have to remind him whatâs appropriate in front of the family and whatâs not.
âąLike sometimes heâll get really excited, and start kissing you all over.
âąBut itâs at the dinner table, and some people in this Texan conservative household donât want to see that PDA.
âąHis brothers and sister just love teasing him left and right about you, and he couldnât care less. He loves you, and heâd tell the whole world if he could.
âąThe warm humidity of Texas is all heâs ever known, so one night thereâs a weird and sudden cold snap, and he is absolutely freezing. You arenât allowed to move from being his personal heating pad.
âąBut you arenât complaining, trapped in a pile of blankets with the man you love isnât the worst way to go.
âąSometimes heâll go hunting in the forest and bring you back wild fowl, or something other than what the Sawyers all usually eat.
âąSure he wants you to be part of the family, but he notices the way your face scrunches up at the prospect of eating other people.
âąIt confused him at first, then it clicked that you didnât like eating people. Like how he didnât like his vegetables(or thatâs how he thought about it).
âąSo he brings you other more humane alternatives.
âąHe hates rain and storms, they confuse him. As nobody took the time to explain to him what was happening, why everything was so loud and dark.
âąIt takes a lot of convincing and encouragement until heâs not cowering in fear at the thunder and lightning(thinking of making a one shot about this tbh).
âąTo sum it all up, heâs hopelessly in love, and heâd do anything and everything to protect you, and make you happy. He loves the feeling of your soft skin on his. Even if you have rougher hands, itâs nothing compared to his, and he loves it.
âąBe gentle with this man, love him to death I beg<3
Johnny
âąHeâs a cocky bastard, even before you were officially together he was treating you like you were married to him under the state.
âąHas absolutely no shame, and he will make out with you in front of Sissy to make her annoyed.
âąHeâs hyper fixated and persistent, meaning he will get what he wants eventually. So itâs better not to fight him on it(whatever it may be).
âąJust like with Bubba, he is teased RELENTLESSLY. More so about how soft you make him. Or how whipped he is for you.
âąWhenever he does something remotely sweet or nice to you in front of his siblings(and sometimes even his father and mother) heâll get a sharp whistle and a chorus of teasing and laughter.
âą âWow Johnny, you really are just a softie huh?â
âą âShut it..â
âąHeâd never admit it to his family, but he would do anything for you.
âąAny guy(or girl frankly) makes the mistake of catcalling or harassing you? Theyâre dead on the news the next morning.
âąAs I said even BEFORE you guys were officially dating.
âąAnd heâs a jealous jealous man, so even if it was a misperceived or imaginary threat, itâs enough for him to kill them.
âąHe tries to be normal for you at first, tries to ignore the taunting from his family that heâll slip up and scare you away.
âąThen he quickly discovers your a freaky little thing by nature, even if your a little freaked out at first.
âąBecause who wouldnât want a boyfriend so obsessed with you that heâll murder for you?
âąHe likes it when you touch his hair, especially when heâs all sweaty from one thing or another.
âąHe wonât make you eat people, sometimes he doesnât either. Not because heâs disgusted by it, more so because he gets bored of just one thing.
âąThe type to decide when you wake up, whether heâs up before you or not. Sometimes heâs clinging onto your midsection telling you âjust five more minutesâ for the next hour and a half,
âą Other times itâs a note left on your nightstand after heâs left to do farm chores, saying âIf I see you up before 11 so help me godâ
Sissy
âąShe personally lives for the thrill of bringing you(male, female or other) back home to her family. Specially her daddy.
âąShe doesnât hide anything about her life from you even from the beginning. Meaning she expects the same blatant transparency.
âąLoves annoying her brothers, mostly Johnny.
âąShe refuses softness in front of her family because as stated prior, she knows sheâll be made fun of excessively for it.
âąThatâs not to say she isnât clingy and all over you.
âąShe is, itâs just much less âlovey doveyâ more âthis person is mine, touch them and Iâll kill youâ.
âąShe loves when you treat her, growing up she was often overlooked by her family, or even underestimated.
âąBuy her something pretty, or something like a plant and sheâll be even more in love.
âąSheâs never liked loud animals, but she likes cats. Despite her familyâs protests, onetime when she was a kid Nubs tried to kill a cat for lunch, she beat him silly. Saved the poor orange kitty and fed it for years.
âąHer favourite colour is orange because of that.
âąShe sleeps like sheâs constantly taking up to much space, she curls into one side of the bed and tries to keep there.
âąIt would be greatly appreciated if you pulled her close, let her uncurl from her little self created ball.
Drayton
âąThis man has his moments, and Iâm not completely sure how I feel about him.
âąThe Sawyer family often picks on each other and teases each other but Drayton and Nubbs often take it just a little too far.
âąHis younger siblings are constantly poking fun at his attempts at leadership, and I feel like that makes him a deeper character then Iâve really thought about before.
âąHeâs a classic older cowboy type, a gentleman with a very stereotypical older brother vibe.
âąHe tries to keep his family safe, and that includes you when you find your way into his heart.
âąHe isnât exactly âsweetâ but he can commit to sentimental gestures if thatâs something you like.
âąThe occasional bouquet of wild flowers on your nightstand, or a kiss on the cheek before he goes out for work in the morning.
âąHe often judges himself too harshly, his decisions and his ability to lead his family, just tell him heâs doing good. Heâll melt in your hands like putty.
âąHis siblings often make risky choices just to show they can, and it stresses him out(more than heâll show or admit).
âąHe can be bad at minding his manners, especially when people are riling him up.
âąAll he needs is someone to come home too, someone who can appreciate him for all he does and all he tries to do.
(His is really short but Iâm unfamiliar with his characterđ)
Nubbins
âąHeâs definitely the most openly clingy if the bunch, heâll stick to your side like heâs glued there.
âąWhether youâre going for a drive into town, or just getting up to go make something for yourself, heâs on your tail.
âąHe loves being pressed up against you, barely(if any) space between your bodies.
âąIt makes him feel safe.
âąDrayton, Johnny and Sissy often tease him for being dumb, but heâs not dumb! You donât think so..right?
âąUnlike many of the others, if he needs your reassurance, heâll ask you for it.
âąHe loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, or down his back.
âąHe tries to be polite, at least after you teach him what exactly that means.
âąHeâs very possessive, some days when there isnât any work that needs done, heâll just hold you hostage in your bed.
âąHe loves sunrises, sometimes he wakes up at a specific time just to watch them(his internal clock).
Some of these are shorter than others, if you want anymore specific head cannons let me know, or any other characters<3 have a lovely day.
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30 Asks! Thank you!! :}} đ
Midori is intended to be shy and a bit quiet. He's not much of a talker and usually has Anastasia talk for him. I was thinking that Anastasia and Midori are really close, they're almost always together. Partially so that Midori can protect her from any potential shiny hunters, but also because they've just bonded over the years.. đ„ș
Anastasia is supposed to rather extroverted and chatty. She's got a lot of attituded and personality in a small package XD she loves her friends dearly and is almost always with Midori. Again not just for protection, but also just because they're very close <XD
I've been meaning to show their personalities at some point.. I'll have to think of a comic to make for them! :))
@sallychaosaura
I have seen snip bits of it yeah :00 its so wholesome, I like it! :))
@thesproutingartist
Gloria actually has the ability trace! Though I haven't thought about how to incorporate it into my comics yet.. and I only recently thought about her being able to see glimpses of the future :00 I'll have to add it into me next comic with her somehow! :))
Also about Baragara.. I was thinking that that's how Gloria found him. Is through his intense aura.. but who knows! I might change that story <XDD
@riotzerosys
:DDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like them!!! :))
I have not :/// though it seems like people kind'a like it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00
(Referencing this post)
<XD Don't worry, my hands are fiiiiine!
Is it really?? :00 I gotta look into it!
@jolteonlover-135
He'd probably say "Wait! I should make sure there's no bees in it first! âïž:D" And to test that he knocks the nest down-
<XDD Reminds me of this post.
@spinelfan11
My favorite had to be the long neck dinosaur! I cant find its exact name- <XD
I haven't seen it, though I've heard a lot of people talking about it.. perhaps I should give it a watch! :00
@via-artistishereforu
:DDD Thank you!! :)))
@thedorkyidiot
Technically they should have a trainer yeah.. but idk, I like Gloria being the leader and the team relying on each other in the wild instead of belonging to a human.. being brought from gym to gym.. idk, I prefer the wild vibe!
@captain-skyler1987
Congratulations! :D .... wait :0 .... oh no D:
I'm glad you like them! :)))
@tallchest13-blog
THE BEAN IS SAFE!!! XDDD
XDD A yummy snack indeed
@artsyloonatic
I don't know if Grimace can do that.. but maybe Gloria can! :00
@ditzyclown (Referencing this post)
AUHFIASEUFH THEY'D PROBABLY DO THAT YEAH XDDD
All members of Henry and Williams family did/do exist. Though I cant reveal much more than that.. đđ
@the-woomyverse (In response to this post)
đ°........ wow, Midori and Gloria are actually evil-
@anikakitty11
FOONY STANCE REAL
@nerdy-aroace
XDDDD That car looks really familiar but I cant quite put my finger on it..
@thebulletbot
Its like a scene from a book :000
@chromchill (Referencing this post)
That would probably hurt poor Anastasia <XDD
@psype (Link in post)
His parent's were probably Leafeons or something like that :00 I don't think there's necessarily an eevee culture in the wild per se..? And I think Sylvester doesn't know of all the different eeveeloutions there are. He didn't know sylveon was a thing until he evolved into one! <XDD
As for their childhoods and why they formed a team? I'm thinking that they just found each other in the wild and became friends. And they aren't really trying to accomplish anything, they just stay together and travel because they are a family.. đ„șđđ
@aeipathy-dendrology
:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like my artwork!! :DDD
@grimnlucky
Aww! They're adorable!! :DD
Well my usual watermark was too big to put over the tiny pixel drawings <XDD Plus it would look weird to put a normal watermark over a pixelated drawing wouldn't it?
@savetheearthbros
That is 100% Kwazii XDDD
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Yandere Mike and alters( team up if you want! ) with a darling that is the most sweet,caring and calm person of the world! That would never ever make something bad and protects everyone!
If you can't is ok! Take your time,rest well and have the best day of your life!!!! đ
of course <3 and thank u so much, ur so nice! i didn't include chester for this, i'm sorry !! , i'm so sorry this took so long & it was pretty short :( i rlly hope u enjoyed it raaahhha
yandere mike & alters x caring darling..
cw : delusion, basic yandere behaviour, obsession, mentions of harming ppl, violence in general, mal in general, mike being clingy, manipulation & gaslighting , sexism, jealousy of course .
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mike
ËïčđȘ 'àČ.
he thinks you're the sweetest thing thats ever happened to him!! your caring nature is so alluring to him, you're like a dream. most of his life he's been made fun of, ridiculed and just overall bullied.
but with you, it's refreshing not to be mocked almost 25/8. and you always defend him, it's so nice! he's attached himself to you, he's so clingy.. he never goes anywhere without you. where you go, he goes.
it's so suffocating and annoying not to have any alone time, but you'd never tell him that, you don't wanna hurt your precious boyfriends feelings do you? the guilt would just eat you alive!
you're an angel to him.
the weird glances you get from people as he practically hangs on to your waist are worth it.
he's more possessive than he'd like to think, he gets jealous sort of easily. i mean, he trusts you! you're most loyal person he's ever met! another trait he loves about you, but it's not exactly you he's worried about.
he just doesn't think any guy or girl that flirts with you actually deserves the attention you bring them.
mike can't help but think your kindness is a bit too much, people never actually repay the favour. you practically give the world to others and get nothing in return! it's so unfair,
he'd never treat you like that. you aren't a stepping stool to him. you're so much more than that, why can't you just properly accept his love?
he also loves how calm you are, you can easily defuse any situation. your aura overall is just enchanting, it's usually so hectic on the island, surrounded by people who are polar opposites, followed with chris's sadistic life-threatening challenges, you always make him feel at peace somehow.
and that's something he always longs for.
''god, you're so cute!''
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manitoba
âïœĄâ§ËÊđȘÉËâ§ïœĄâ
none of the diamonds and other valuable things he's found in his adventures compare to how much you mean to him.
you're a real sweetie, and he loves it!
your compassion has quite the charm, he's found himself with a few scratches here and there after a wrong turn during exploring, and to see your beautiful face up close as you tend to his wounds, he's never been happier.
but lets be honest here, he's kind of a sexist at heart. he prefers to be the ''chivalrous'' one. sure it gets annoying when he doesn't let you do literally anything, but you'd never tell him that.
you're like a pushover in his eyes. so he'd rather cling on to you to ''protect'' you. you obviously don't need protection.. you're perfectly capable. he's seen the way you handle yourself, you could kick someone's ass for him if he asked! he babies you.
but this way, it boosts his ego to see you immediately going to him for help.
and you can really tell someone off if they tried anything, you're so trustworthy. he's honestly obsessed with your company.
he gets quite jealous. he knows you like talking to people and just overall being nice to others, but he can't help it. that person's lucky to even get a spare glance. let alone hear your voice.
''you're a treasure, aren't ya?''
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svetlana
àŒ đ âïœĄđąÖŽà»đč .
oh you're a darling!
she adores how graceful you are.
you two are for sure the cutest couple on this island. you're the perfect person for her! you're just lovely to be around, she treats you amazing aswell!
she's one of the more tame yanderes. she's alot more gentle around you
she likes to teach you dances and such, sure she has way more experience, but she just wants to be close to you.
her love for you is passionate! she's so obsessed with you, you're always on her mind. and she always finds a way to include you in every conversation..
it's a bit of a problem for mike on the other hand. most of his friends are just tired of hearing about you, but svetlana can't help it! if anything, they should be glad to be hearing about you.
when you defend her, she just swoons!
and don't get her started on your beauty, your kind nature just intensifies it!
''your form is just wonderful!''
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vito
àŒ âïœĄËđ
damn, you're a doll.
he's always around you with an arm around your waist, or your shoulder. it's kind of a way to let people know you're ''his''. and he just likes touching you
he always takes your basic human decency towards him as a flirt. every time you even interact with him he's filled with butterflies,
he likes how calm you are, and how easy you take his flirtatious comments with just a small giggle. it's so appealing, sure he likes it when you're flustered, for some reason he's attracted to your peaceful-ness.
he was already cocky, but now that he's with you, it's just intensified. he feels so lucky to be with you. but who wouldn't?
he brags about you so often, it's tiring.. but also endearing, you're always the first person he goes to when he has a chance, that's a thing alot of the yandere's have in common, they can't stand to be away from you.
he tries to impress you as much as he can, whether that be with his looks, or his strength, he just wants to hear words of encouragement from you.
he gets jealous pretty easily, even if you're doing something as simple as helping someone, i mean c'mon, only the vito should hear his belËlettsa's voice! he knows its just the way you are, but jesus.
''ay, can't get enough of me, huh?''
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mal
à©ïč Ì Ì đ©ž
god it irritates him so much, you're so nice and benevolent its infuriating. he wants your attention fully focused on him most of the time, how can that happen when you're too busy caring for some fucking dork that probably wouldn't even spit on you if you were on fire.
he only likes it when you're gracious to him. with the others though? no way.
he's for sure way more violent than the others, he'd actually hurt you if it meant you'd just fall in his arms.
and you totally just foil his plans, he knows if he hurts anyone that even dared to get close with you, they'd still end up with you somehow, except with closer proximity. which is worse!
but that still doesn't stop him. he'll go as far as to kill that person. he knows who you'll go to for a shoulder to cry on..
he also can't help but think your harmless nature is adorable. you remind him of prey, just so innocent and full of life. he thinks the fact that you won't do anything bad is sorta annoying because he finds himself getting scolded by you for nearly murdering someone.
''what, you think they'll give you the same treatment i do? you can't be that stupid..''
Âżàżđàż?
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Surprise
Summary; Eddie didn't expect to fall for Henderson's sister but when she joined the gang in The Upside Down a bond was forged between them, they spent more time together after Vecna was defeated, and they begin to fall for each other.
But How does he tell Dustin that the girl he's in love with is yn? Especially as the gang begin to find out. One by one.
Warnings; Fluff đ teeny bit angst, Murray makes an appearance and an observation ;) slight shenanigans. 18+
I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.
Likes/reblogs are always appreciated â€ïž
Ever since the defeat of Vecna and The upside down was destroyed peace had returned to Hawkins.
After living in fear for their lives since Will first disappeared and the reveal of the Upside down it was time for everyone to rest and find a little joy.
Eddie hadn't expected to find both joy and love at the same time but since helping Dustin and his friends defeat Vecna, he wasn't just introduced to monsters and the supernatural.
When he first went on the run and Dustin and his friends found him he had also met Dustin's sister for the first time.
It was crazy that he had known the little shrimp for months but his sister was elusive to him, spending her senior year working with Nancy on the school paper.
Their paths rarely crossed and when they did he didn't realise she was the sister Dustin raved or ranted about depending on how well they got on that day.
So you can imagine when she came along when the gang found him at Reefer Ricks...
Yn had been suspicious of her brother's activity for years. Unlike some people in Hawkins, she didn't have her head in the sand about what had been going on for years now.
Strange shit was afoot. Especially last July with all those deaths at the mall... Will Byer's disappearance in 1983, her brother has nightmares where he screamed out about The Upside down.
Whatever that was she was sure it was connected to what was going on in Hawkins for a while now.
So when she noticed Dustin heading to Family Video with Max she discreetly tagged along.
She was worried as well as wanting to find out what was going on. There had been news of a death at the trailer park, Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkin Highs golden girl and head cheerleader, Max was saying something to Dustin about his friend Eddie.
Dustin would be pissed when he found out she was following him but she had to know that he wasn't walking into danger.
Okay... so it wasn't so discreet to bring a baseball bat with her but she wanted something to protect herself, Dustin and Max with if there was danger.
After Family Video she followed Steve's car to a house in the woods, Reefer Ricks place.
What the hell did he want with Reefer Rick? and why was Steve taking her brother there?
Curious and trying not to get angry she heads around the back of the house and sees the gang heading into the shed.
After about ten minutes of waiting, she grows worried when they don't come out and heads inside.
"Shh, someone's coming!" Robin hisses and it's all quiet. She hesitates knowing Dustin will be super pissed but she has come this far now.
Pushing the door open she storms inside and glares at her brother.
"Dustin Henderson! What in the hell are you doing here?" Dustin gapes.
"What the hell? You followed me?" She ignores his rants.
"With good reason? Do you think I don't notice all the shit going on around Hawkins and not worry about you? Especially since I think you've been involved in most of it. Of course, I was worried"
She looks around the room and zeroes in on Eddie Munson and marches up to him.
"Is this some DnD thing you've created?" he shakes his head.
"Jesus h Christ, I wish it was but no" she frowns.
"You're not just saying that and using those pretty brown eyes of yours as a distraction?" His cheeks turn pink.
"Pretty?" he chokes out and she softens when she notices the slight shake in his hand and how his eyes look haunted, pained.
"What's going on?" Dustin groans.
"Shit again? we just explained this all to Eddie?" she levels him with a glare that makes him swear and he sighs, sits down and begins to talk.
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Eddie was lost in a daydream by the time she woke up, their first meeting still fresh in her mind.
After she found out about the Upside Down and all that it entailed she was thrown into the world that her brother had known about for years.
Being in the Upside down, seeing Steve dragged underwater by the vines in Watergate, hearing about Vecna, fighting off Demobats and seeing Eddie almost killed by the bats, gave her nightmares at times.
With The Upside Down closed and Vecna defeated peace had descended over Hawkins but the memories still remained.
She knew Eddie struggled at times and she was there for him and him for her whenever needed, she was the one along with Dustin who helped treat Eddie's bites, every day for weeks until they healed.
She held him through every panic attack, every nightmare.
Spent nights wrapped up beside him and they would talk about anything and everything, their hopes, dreams, likes, and dislikes.
They formed a deep, emotional connection as well as an intense attraction that was growing stronger and stronger by the day.
The only thing was telling her brother that she was in love with his idol. Dustin hero worshipped Eddie, especially after the events of the events with the demobats.
Eddies lips press to her shoulder and he wraps his arms around her waist, spooning her.
"Hello little spoon" he jokes and she giggles as her plays with her hair.
"Hi"
"What are you thinking about princess?" she sighs.
"Christmas, also how to tell Dustin we are dating when everyone else knows" he smoothes her hair.
"Yeah, think Robin and Steve had a shock huh?" he looks amused and she grows flustered at what happened the other day.
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"Eddie" she giggles and he grins as he lays her on the back seat of her car which str brought in for service to the Munson's auto shop per Eddie's request.
The minute she saw him in that mechanic uniform, his hair in a bun and grease on his cheek she couldn't resist him.
The outfit never failed to make her aroused and she wanted him there and then.
Unfortunately, they didn't realize that Wayne had booked in for Steve to get his car fixed, and in her and Eddie's passionate haze they didn't hear Robin and Steve come in.
"Shit" Eddie's tools clattered to the floor and she shrieks as she caught Steve staring and Robin babbling looking anywhere but at her or Eddie.
"Steve what the fuck dude!" Eddie huffs and Steve looks flustered. Eddie notices her mortification and has her mostly hidden as she was laying down.
Flustered she grabs her dress as Eddie tells Steve and Robin to turn around so she could get dressed.
"Oh my God, you and Eddie! I knew it, I and Nance had a bet going but Steve didn't think you two were seeing each other Nance and I knew the entire time so obviously, we notice more than Steve does" Robin exclaims very fast, so much so that Steve tells her to breathe.
"Does Dustin know? Eddie, dude. The little butthead is gonna freak" Steve whistles.
"No, but we will tell him you just gotta give us a little time," she asks Steve pleadingly and he looks a bit uncomfortable at the idea.
"Okay, soon though, I don't like lying to the little butthead" she and Eddie agreed and now they just had to figure out how to say something.
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El, Nancy and Max guessed straight away, Lucas catching on quickly after that. Mike was the only one who didn't know along with Dustin and Will so movie night was very awkward.
What she didn't realise at this particular movie night hosted for them by Joyce and Hopper was that Murray who was Joyce and Jim's friend would be there and he had an...apt for weedling out couples so you would say.
His attention had turned to them when Eddie kept making excuses to be next to her, see her for a few minutes to discuss some bullshit reason he made up.
That's when Murray starts laughing gleefully.
"Gosh, you two are adorable aren't you?" she exchanges an alarmed look with Eddie who frowns.
"No idea what you mean dude" Murray bursts out laughing.
"I thought Jonathan and Nancy were obvious and don't let me get started with Jim and Joyce but you two? You couldn't be more obvious"
Dustin looks confused as turns to her and Eddie wearing an expression that plainly says what the hell is he talking about?
Shit! This is not how she wanted to come clean and she glares at Murray who looks like he's thoroughly enjoying himself.
"May I suggest that you two go away and find an empty room and get it over with because you're distracting me from the film"
Steve snorts. "Dude, you have no idea but that's already happened" Eddie's eyes narrow and Steve makes an uh oh face.
"Thanks, man" Dustin jumps up and looks between them stunned and she bites her lip trying to work out what to say.
"Dustin, I'm so sorry I never said anything or Eddie but the truth is I love him" Eddie gently grasps his shoulder.
"I love her too Dude, I hope you're okay with this because you mean a lot to me man, even if you are an annoying little shrimp"
They wait with bated breath but Dustin instead of being mad laughs.
"Dude, I know you're in love with my sister and I know she's in love with you. The two of you were so mind-numbingly obvious" she gapes.
"You little shit! You knew all this time and didn't say anything" he shrugs and settles back down beside Lucas.
"Suzie and I had a bet on how long it would take you two to crack. Just saying" so that was that.
Eddie glares at Dustin then shrugs and kisses her forehead.
"Ahh well, cats out of the bag now princess. At least we can be open about how we feel. I can kiss you whenever I want" a mischievous look crosses his face and she smirks.
Dustin looks afraid. Very afraid.
"Ugh, gross dude. I knew about you two but it doesn't mean I need a visual" Eddie pulls her close to him and grins.
"Oh, we'll see Dustybun" Dustin turns to you and looks offended.
"You told!" he whines and she grins.
"Mmm, he hasn't heard your favourite song has he Dustykins?" Dustin's eyes widen.
Robin snorts. "Oh, dont do the whole Never Ending Story thing again "
Eddie laughs and turns to him.
"Dude really?" Dustin huffs.
"It's Suzie and mines thing okay dude? are you going to gang up on me with my sister. Really??" Eddie throws his arm around Dustin.
"Henderson, I'm going to be around for a long long time"
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*Not me wanting to write a fic set a few years later and Eddie is now Dustin's brother-in-law and the hijinks that would ensue. đđ
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Hi I love your writing and I hope your having a wonderful day my love.
So I just had a traumatic experience (like few hours ago) and to make it short my brother is super abusive with me and I really need to get some comfort in some way.
So could I ask for a neteyam x fem! Omaticaya reader where he comes and comforts her and try to make her forget about what happened with her brother ? (Irl my brother physically hit me so I would love to see how neteyam would react) physical touch is my love language so could you make him touchy too?
Thank you so much that would make my whole week
Let Me Hold You ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader
my sweet anon I'm so so sorry you're going through this. my dms are open if you ever need to talk. I had a family member who was physically abusive to me, so unfortunately I can somewhat understand what you're going through. or if you wanna pick an emoji so I know who you are, you can vent here. sending my love đ
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pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader
summary: neteyam will always be there to pick up your broken pieces
words: 700
warnings/notes: *warning: triggering topics* angst, abusive family relationships mentioned, physical abuse mentioned, protective!neteyam, use of y/n, eventual comfort
Your hand hadnât left your cheek since it happened. Still in shock your eyes stared off into space. There was no way it happened. Your brother wouldnât have hit you, would he?
âY/N I need you to move your hand for me.â Kiri softly said.
Eyes focusing you found yourself in the healing tent with Kiri. Hesitantly you moved you hand from your face, folding it into your lap instead.
Kiri grimaced at the wound on your cheek. A dark purpleish bruise was already forming. A small cut topped it all off. It looked painful, Kiriâs heart hurt for you.
As Kiri went to work patching you up, Loâak was outside telling his father everything he had witnessed. Loâak was attempting to sneak out when he saw you and your brother arguing outside your family home.
It had started off like any other petty sibling argument. You couldnât even remember what it was about. Growing up your brother always had a temper, but you never thought heâd actually hurt you.
So you didnât even see it coming when he balled his fist and threw it towards you. It caught you off guard in more ways than one. Stumbling to the ground clutching your cheek in shock.
Loâak had seen it all happen. Rushing to you he made quick work of separating you from your brother. For once you were thankful that Loâak was attempting to get into trouble. You didnât know what wouldâve happened had he not shown up.
âI swear to Eywa Iâll kill him!â A familiar voice growled outside the tent.
You winced at Neteyamâs words. As much you loved that he wanted to defend you, right now you just needed him.
âHe will be dealt with.â You heard Jake speak. âSheâs your priority right now.â
A few moments later Neteyam entered the tent. His heart broke at the sight of you. Sitting there pitifully with tears welling up in your eyes.
âIâll give you two a moment.â Kiri excused herself.
âOh MaâY/N Iâm so sorry.â He whispered slowly kneeing in front of you.
âItâs not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for.â
âI shouldâve been there. I couldâve protected you.â His head hung in shame.
A single tear slid down your cheek. Cupping your face he gently wiped it away with his thumb.
You didnât want to cry in front of him. You were already humiliated enough, you didnât need to cry on top of it all.
âThereâs no shame in crying. I promise.â He whispered before kissing your forehead.
Neteyam knew that you loved cuddling more than anything. Physical touch was your love language and he was always more than happy to provide. But he didnât want to spook you having just gone through something so traumatic.
âCan I hug you?â He asked.
Shaking your head yes you opened your arms for him. Neteyam immediately scooped you up, pulling you into his embrace.
âCâmere, let me hold you syulang.â He cooed gently rocking you back and forth attempting to sooth you.
You felt safe in his arms. In that moment, everything was okay. You knew that Neteyam would never let anyone harm you ever again.
Neteyam still felt anger in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to give your brother a taste of his own medicine. But right now you needed him. Neteyam would hold you in his arms until the end of time if thatâs what you wished.
âI love you, MaâY/N.â He whispered into your ear.
Pulling him impossibly closer you snuggled your face into his neck. You knew that eventually it would get better. Neteyam would be there every step of the way to get through this. But for now, you just wanted to block the world out and focus on his heartbeat.
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So sb headcanon: when y/n gets preggers and goes on maternity leave, Jong begins to leave work early to spend more time with her even though she's told him time again that he can't be leaving work at 12pm. And when she starts showing, he's the type to lay his head next to her tummy and talk to his unborn child đ„ș and after the baby is born it's undeniably his, with little mannerisms like the smirk, the way Jong pouts and even a similar birthmark on the neck
Isn't it so cute to think about ?đ„ș I want what they have so bad
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no please you're going to make me cry because why is that so him đ„șđ
as soon as jongie finds out about y/n's pregnancy he literally goes into full on protector mode, even more than before. he wants to become the type of father he never had, caring, attentive, present and protective, fun and loving and he does not hold back to become just that. always leaves work early, gives his boys more responsibilities to get a little off of his shoulders just so he can come home to his two favorites. and correct me if my vibes are wrong but i feel like jongie's the biggest girl dad to ever exist so by the time he's got like three of those little ladies running around he's all over the moon. everything about their visuals reminds him of their mother yet their mannerisms are so him, he sometimes can't even hide just how surprised he is when he realises. this one time, sunghoon took a pic of jongie and his baby girl and theyre both pouting with furrowed brows, totally unimpressed and ready to go home and thats the pic he prints out and puts into his office because he loves it so much đ„ș URGH i love him so much
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