#I understand why she felt and acted that way but it was all very fast paced and a bit of a contrast to the rest of the book

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

Love Points To You

YA contemporary coming of age

an artist struggling to get used to the idea of moving in with her new stepmother & stepsister can't wait to go away to art school

when her ipad is destroyed, her rich classmate offers to buy her a replacement in exchange for concept art for an otome game she’s developing, and as they work on the game, they start to fall for each other

while she tries to get used to her new family situation, and the fact that her parents seem to be more invested in her stepsister’s future while ignoring hers

bi ace MC, bi demi LI

[demilypyro]

My father chases ghosts.

In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, I once questioned my father on why he treated me with such cold detachment. Why his advice only ever seemed to come in the form of lecturing, and why he never hugged me, or even said he was proud of me. His words in that moment caused the small amount of respect I had for him to shake. He told me that he saw it as the mother's role to love a child, and that it was the father's role to keep the child on the straight and narrow. After some contemplation, I decided in that moment that I disliked him, not just as a parent, but as a person.

My father doesn't have a father. He was the product of an out-of-wedlock pregnancy between an interracial couple in the 60s... My grandmother was never willing to speak about what happened to my grandfather. I can only imagine he didn't stick around long, since my father never knew him, and grew up with only his mother. And it's always been clear to me that this bothered him. The man idolizes masculinity. Maybe desperate for a father figure, he found role models in his grandfather, whose portrait still hangs in his house and which he treats with great care, and his stepfather, whose surname he took (discarding his mother's last name) and passed on to me. Supposedly, his stepfather left his mother in a matter of years, so why my father idolizes him so, I don't understand. I've never met the man.

Perhaps similarly, my father left his mother's care the second he turned 18. Having lived with my grandmother for some years when I was in college, I can honestly understand why. She is prone to smothering the people she loves. In light of that experience, it maybe becomes easier to understand why my father would prefer a more distant form of parenting. Still, I don't agree with his philosophy on gender roles.

Some years after I transitioned, I had a conversation with my father that stuck with me. He said that he actually saw himself as rather unmasculine, a possibility that had never once occurred to me. With that in mind, I suppose he is somewhat short, and not especially muscular. He told me he had always felt insecure about it. But, unlike me, he had never once considered abandoning the pursuit of masculinity entirely. Rather, in his own words, he felt he needed to chase it even harder. To live up to the image he'd set for himself. The ghost of masculinity.

A lot became clear to me in that moment. My father is obsessed with chasing ghosts of how he thinks things Should Be. My mother once told me how he had this "plan" for where he wanted to be in life at each age. He wanted to live on his own by 20. He wanted to be married by 30. He wanted children by 40. When he found out my mother was pregnant, he married her as fast as he could. My mother didn't really care, but he said they HAD to be married before the baby was born. Things had to go in the right order. According to him, that was just how things Should Be.

He was chasing the ghost of the perfect nuclear family that was denied him.

They divorced when I was eight.

In light of all this, it becomes very clear why he acted the way he did when I was younger. I wasn't how his child Should Be. No matter how many things I was diagnosed with, he never bothered looking into what neurodivergency was, or how to deal with it, and simply held me to the standards of a neurotypical child. My mother tells me that when I was six, he yelled at me in a store for wanting to try on a dress. His child being autistic was something to be ignored until it went away. His child being transgender? Forget it.

In recent years, I think my father has started giving up on me. In a good way. Seeing me become happier as my transition progresses seems to have finally convinced him that he doesn't understand what's best for me, at least somewhat. I speak to him maybe once a month. But I often mourn the idea of a father I could've been closer to. A father with whom I could have had a relationship of love, and support. A father I never had.

Maybe I'm chasing a ghost too.

[heyhoeudoin]

LOYALTY BUILT FROM LOVE

"I will always be by your side."

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 5.4k

genre/s: fluff, mystery, storytelling in the third perspective (s1, s2)

warning/s: she/her, swearing, ambiguous/not direct ending

synopsis: there is always someone next to senku, all the time.

masterlist ; times senku talked about you (part 2)

a/n: i've been wanting to do something similar to my bakugo fanfic, "Indebted to you" for a while now, and i finally thought of one.

also woah, i posted... revolutionary!

ever since senku arrived at the newfound kingdom of science, he's always had someone next to him

that someone is you

you are never too far from senku

and senku is never too far away from you

when kohaku met senku under that log, that's when she saw you the first time

at first she didn't question it, thinking that you might've just not been there when she saw the fight, but after observing you and senku

she then changed her mind and thought it was strange that she didn't see you

the way the two of you worked together was mesmerizing; efficiently done in silence

she could see that the two of you have some sort of special relationship with that silent communication

you reminded her of her sister; almost princess like with the way you carry your knowledge and demeanor

that impression quickly changed when you flipped ginro and kinro to the ground when they tried to attack senku

it happened so fast that you were just a blur in the corner of her eye! you were faster than her and you took them both out with a single hand

at that moment she knew not to cross senku

she wasn't even sure if she could defeat you

she almost pities the long-haired man

when gen appeared, you didn't recognize him, but he had recognized you

of course he did

everyone in japan knows who you are and anyone who doesn't is living under a rock

he was confused on why a person of your caliber is acting like a servant

maybe for survival, but he's sure that you'd be able to survive on your own

but then he started observing the two of you and this master-servant relationship seemed normal on both end

it made him curious on just what exactly your relationship with senku is

his curiosity skyrocketed after he overheard a conversation between you and senku

gen stood at the bottom of the hut after you and senku climbed up. he was lucky enough that you didn't spot him (well, that's what he thinks).

"so," senku spoke. "do you know him?" then asked. there was a pause. gen thinks you might've gave a non-verbal answer. senku chuckles. "of course, i didn't think you would. he's just some tv show mentalist."

gen rolled his eyes at that, but agrees with what senku said. it would be very shocking to hear that you know of him. "so he's a psychologist?" the first words he heard from you.

"yeah," answered senku. "he wrote these magazines that some of the club talked about some times. it would have questions like "if you could only save one, would you rather save your mother or your partner?" how illogical is that?" he scoffs.

this time you chuckled at him. "but senku," you interrupted. "you do understand just how useful he is, right?" gen felt a chill run up his spine as his whole body tensed up. your light tone immediately changed to a more penetrating one. it almost feels like you're reminding senku of your authority.

"yeah, yeah, i know, and don't use that tone on me. you know that shit don't work," senku replies, dismissing your tone like it was nothing! and to which you giggled at in a playful manner. "so, your assessment of him?" he then asked.

"gen is like a stray cat; give him something to eat and he'll stay," you answered with smooth confidence. "sooner or later he'll ask you for something in exchange for his loyalty." you let out a chuckle. "isn't that right, gen?"

he quickly walked away and didn't look back

maybe you were the one to plant the seed in him

maybe it was senku with his fast-paced bringing back the modern world (and his charisma)

or maybe it was the both of you

but whatever it was, in the end you were right

gen became an important member of the the kingdom of science

although he still wants answers about the two of you

there's two stories that ruri likes out of all hundred tales

she loves sharing them the most

after all, it's the only two love stories from it

number ninety-eight: loyalty built from love there was once a girl who had everything everything but happiness the people around her always worshipped her like a god it made her feel lonely and dull but then she met a boy a boy who knew of everything everything except who she is she talked to him... she argued against him... she laughed alongside him she made him smile.... they were friends they were inseparable but then she felt love he didn't like love she was afraid he became distant she sought after him he stopped seeing her she went to him it was silent then she talked... then he shouted... then they confessed they were in love her love shined through the things she did for him loyalty knows no bounds when you're in love

number ninety-nine: learning to love there was once a boy who found everything interesting everything except love he thought it was illogical and he didn't want to feel it but then he met a girl a girl who can do everything everything except how to feel he talked to her... he fought her... he laughed with her... he smiled at her they were friends they were inseparable he felt different with her he didn't know what it was it scared him he tried to push her away she stayed he ignored her she confronted him it was silent then she spoke... then he screamed... then they confessed they were in love his love was seen from the way he treated her love wasn't so illogical than he thought he did

there was no names mentioned in the two love stories

ruri wished the founder of the village had included the names

maybe it did but was forgotten through time

kohaku didn't really care about her own romances

but if it's other's?

then that's when she's interested

she could never forget the scene she saw between you and senku after the grad bout ended

the placed turned quiet as the realization seeped in. the winner of the grand bout is senku which means... "the new village chief and the husband of the priestess is the winner of the grand bout, senku!"

"well, this is a pain in the ass," senku says as he stuck his pinky into his ear. "so i just have to marry ruri and the whole village is mine, right?" he approached ruri. "i'll do it then."

from the corner of kohaku's eye, she saw you hurriedly walk away with a tightly closed fist. you're actually walking away without senku. that's the first time she ever saw you go away from senku.

she turned back to senku who's staring at your retreating figure. he turned his head back and demanded, "wine! bring me wine!" then after that, it all happened so quickly. senku divorced her sister, took the wine, and ran back to the kingdom of science, dragging kaseki with him.

once they arrived, senku left towards the laboratory where you were, gathering the materials to make the sulfa drug. kohaku watched as you ignored senku. he reached up and flicked your forehead. the two of you talked, rather fast paced with how fast the two of you exchanged words.

senku gently reached out for you hand, bringing it up to his lay on his cheek. he turned his head and kissed your palm.

kohaku's eyes widen in shock.

it looked like you laughed and tackled him into a hug that almost caused you both to fall. you stepped back as you brought your hands up to cup his face. you spoke a few words, then brought your face down to his forehead, giving it a gentle yet light kiss.

kohaku's jaw slacked in shock.

she remembered being flustered, shocked, and confused from the sudden public display of affection the two of you showed

it changed the way she sees the two of you

she always thought that you were like a bodyguard for senku, but also good friends

but if that's how you two always act when you think no one's watching?

maybe the two of you aren't just friends

at first, homura went around spreading the fire to the village

then all she saw was black the next

when hyoga revealed that he was just a distraction, the fire wasn't as big as he planned it to be

in fact, he never planned for homura to be carried in bridal style by someone he didn't expect

did senku revive you? why would he revive you? wait, how did he even find you? your place is no where near where they are right now

it doesn't make any sense

but for now, he'll retreat

he'll surely be beaten by you in mere minutes

chrome admires you and senku, everyone could see that

senku taught him many things about being a sciencer and you'd teach him "life skills"

the two of you work so well together

there are times wherein he watches you and senku work in the lab and it would always leave him in awe

how can the two of you work that well and that fast without any talking?!

are you also a science user like him?

but senku said you weren't so that made him slightly confused

it became even more confusing when he saw you beat kohaku in a spar for the grand bout

just who are you?

and why are you so good at everything?

it reminds him of something but he can't remember what exactly

then he saw something between you and senku that he can't help but make assumptions from

senku turned away from the group after experimenting with the bamboo filaments. "damn it," he cursed out. "bamboo filaments are just fundamentally too weak for vacuum tubes." your shoulders dropped as you looked at senku in worry.

"i don't get science, but bamboo is too weak, is that right?" kohaku spoke up.

"what do we need?" chrome asked with desperation. "if we need something tougher, i'll go find it!"

"no..." senku turned around, showing his pained expression. "there's nothing better in this age."

kohaku and chrome gathered the baskets of rocks that he collected and placed them out in the open for anyone to look through. from the news that senku needed something other than bamboo, the villagers who were still awake gathered at the kingdom of science to help.

chrome turned to call for senku, but he hesitated.

you stood next to senku and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. he turned to you with eyes that chrome can't explain as he placed his hand on top of yours. you brought your other hand and took hold of his hand that was on top of your other one. you guided his hand to the side of your lips and placed a kiss on his palm.

chrome's bulged out of his sockets in shock. his face feeling a bit flustered.

you slowly went down his arm, leaving a trail of kisses. you stopped at his inner elbow and turned to his face. chrome thought you were going to kiss senku, but instead you left a peck on his cheek. you spoke a few words to him and he let out a small smile.

chrome knows that smile

it's the smile that he only gives to you

he never understood why that smile felt different from all the other smiles and smirks senku gives

but from what he just witnessed

maybe the two of you hold a special bond that he should've noticed sooner

it was senku's birthday

the entire village gathered at the kingdom of science

ruri stared at you from afar

you watched as senku was guided towards the newly built watch tower (observatory)

it was the first time she'd seen you not go after senku

after all, the two of you were inseparable

it reminds her about the two love stories from the hundred tales

you started walking away from her line of vision. ruri watched as you walked towards the watch tower as the main group of the kingdom of science left. she could see senku climbing down as well, then approached you. you immediately took his hand in yours and placed the other on his cheek. you spoke a few words then leaned down, giving him a tender yet short kiss on the lips.

on the lips.

on the lips.

AND HE DIDN'T PUSH YOU AWAY!111!1!!!

ruri doesn't remember what happened after that

she was too flustered over the sudden public display of affections the two of you shared that it was the only thing stuck in her head for a while

although, she now hopes that her two favorite stories were based off of the relationship you and senku hold with each other

if only

the first time kohaku, well, anyone, saw you cry was when senku's father relayed a message to you (instead of his own son)

"senku, it's you, isn't it?"

"—nah, you don't need that dramatic father-and-son crap, do you?" senku cackled from that. "but y/n better be there standing next to you like she always is." it was the first mention of you from the record. "i know rebuilding japan will be your priority, y/n, but i also know that you'll stay by senku's side to rebuild the world. take care of him for me, y/n!"

from the corner of kohaku's eye, she saw you raising your hands up to your face, covering it. she saw senku move his arm that lays on your lower back. it looks like he's comforting you.

something then happened that kohaku can never forget

it'll be embedded in her head for so long

kohaku walked towards senku about to call him out, but stopped mid walk. senku stood next to you; both of your backs facing her. he turned his head to look at you. you turned your head to look at him. a few words were exchanged. he raised his hand and gently held your chin. he pulled you towards him and gave a short peck, but then you took hold of his collar and smashed your lips back onto his.

...

kohaku paused for a second. "senku!" then decided to just call the scientist out and continued with what she was going to tell senku either way.

gen was about to go up the observatory when he heard you and senku having a talk

"hey, senku, how would you feel if i..." your question trailed off, hinting at something that seemed like only you and senku know about, or you did something non-verbal.

there was a pause; senku probably thinking over his reply. "but i thought you like playing this game?"

they were playing a game? at this time? gen thought to himself, confused.

"of course i do; it amuses me. this game can only be played a few times after all. i'm only asking because i thought it'd be my turn to do it," you clarified which didn't really make any sense to gen at all. what you said got rid of the image that you two are playing game. just what the hell are you two talking about up there?

there was another pause. "just come up already. what do you want?" it was senku calling him.

kohaku was never afraid of you

why would she be?

you're no enemy

"senku, let me make something clear," kohaku called out. "homura's movements are exceptional."

"gymnastics," says senku. "it's a skill that doesn't exist in your age. y/n can do them too." he jerked his head to your direction you.

"we won't be able to capture her unharmed, but i could behead her with my sword. am i free to kill her?" a serious question kohaku dropped. yours and senku's eyes narrowed at her.

"kohaku, have you ever killed a human being?" you asked kohaku, now standing in front of her. kohaku opened her mouth, but you raised your hand up. "of course you haven't—i know that—and you'll hesitate when the time comes, but, please, kohaku," you called her name with a shaky tone and a hint of guilt that she never heard from you. "never offer yourself to kill another human being. you need to keep that morality with you, it's what makes a person human."

kohaku understood what you said

but she was left with questions that hung in the air, afraid to be asked

were you surrounded by death through killing?

or were you the one killing?

she really wouldn't dare ask

gen knows just how formidable the people around tsukasa are

but the thing is the kingdom of science has you

and he kind of wants to brag about that

"i'm sure you guys know how strong tsukasa is, but it's not just him. the people around him are formidable as well," says nikki through the phone. she then revealed another of tsukasa's allies being someone of great hearing.

"ukyo?" senku asks, turning to gen.

"he was a sonar operator on a submarine," explained gen. "he's got insanely good hearing. that's why tsukasa woke him up."

"good hearing you say?" you piped up. "what a useful thing in certain situations. what are the chances we could get him to our side?" you asked senku with a carefree grin to which he just fondly smiles at.

it was then gen realized something after your comment. "y/n-chan, is it true that your family are...?" he trailed off, not sure how to ask and afraid that you'd be offended from him bringing up rumors about your family.

you understood what he was asking, but all you did was chuckle making senku sigh. gen smartly decided not to push any further. he also took your ominous chuckle as confirmation.

"wait," called nikki. "y/n?"

gen smirked. "yes, nikki! we have the l/n y/n on our side! tsukasa and his army may be formidable, but we have the most formidable on our side," he boasted proudly. "as everyone in japan knows, no one can ever beat a member of the l/n family."

you smiled knowingly, feeling a sense of control and pride at gen's comment making senku sigh once more. "can we stop feeding her ego?" he comments

"y/n!" screamed taiju, both as a calling out and a greeting. "are you taking care of senku?!"

"i am perfectly capable of taking care of myself," commented senku with a deadpan.

you howled out a laughter. "of course i am taiju. are you taking care of yuzuriha?" you asked back.

"yes i am!" he answered confidently to which you laughed fondly at.

gen's plan was to just brag about you

but he was not expecting to get something interesting out of this

he thought yuzuriha and taiju didn't know about you

but they do

which just brings him more questions than answers, honestly

when could they have met you?

actually now that he thinks about it, when did senku meet you?

when magma came back after escaping the hands of ukyo, he also relayed the message that chrome got abducted

kohaku immediately wanted to barge in and take chrome back

and she could never forget the humbling moment of when you instantly stopped her

"chrome's been captured by the tsukasa empire!" exclaimed suika in a fits of worry and panic.

"well, what's the plan, twig?" demanded magma towards senku.

a serious look on the scientist's face as you straightened your posture up, standing next to him. kohaku frowned then ran off with her sword in hand.

"kohaku?!" screamed ruri. "she's not going to help him by herself, is she?"

"she's so quick to act," commented kaseki.

"stop kohaku!" kokuyo commanded, pointing in the directed his daughter took off.

ginro looked at the former village chief in aghast. "but how?! there's no one in this village who can catch up to kohaku-chan!"

oh but there is someone.

"y/n." with one simple call from senku, you had already appeared in front of kohaku, disarmed her of her sword, and pushed her against the ground.

all in three seconds.

she was right from the start

she could never beat you

it really is a good thing you're on their side

of all the people he'd expect to be on the other side of this stone world call

he never would have expected you

in fact, ukyo never expected to to talk to you at all

but here he is

being reassured by you, of all people

"—if you promise to produce zero casualties, i'll cooperate with you. but if you kill even one person..."

senku starts cackling at his request. "sounds great! i'm in." gen shrieks at this. "no problem. we've said—" senku turned around to see your hand on his shoulder. he immediately moved away for you to stand in front of the microphone.

"i do not know what kind of person you are, ukyo, but you are naive to think that a war would not have any bloodshed." he freezes. he knows that voice... he knows it too well. everyone in japan knows it too well. "however, i know how senku is. i know that his plan from the beginning were to have zero casualties, and if that's the plan, then i assure you that there will be no bloodshed at all."

"that's gonna be a pretty tough battle!" exclaimed gen after your declaration.

ukyo believed you

he believed you immediately

he had no reason to doubt you... or senku

especially when you supported him that confidently

he feels relieved to know that you're not on tsukasa's side

if you were

then the ground would've been red

tsukasa never expected there to be a phone in the grave of senku

he never expected for some of his allies to turn against him

he also didn't believe hyoga when he said you were revived

but maybe he should've believed him

but at the same time, what good would it be if he had believed hyoga?

tsukasa is sure that no one can beat you

not even the strongest high school primate

"i can save everyone with this paper airplane dynamite," says senku as the nitroglycerin covered airplane exploded upon impact at a tree.

"what the hell was that?!" stammered ginro.

"anyone caught in that would be gone without a trace," commented kinro.

kohaku stared in awe at the leftover the explosion made, then smirked smugly. "human strength is laughable in comparison to the power of science."

senku laughs. "we made it just in time. you held out well, battle team."

"the kingdom of science has just completed dynamite! it has the power of ten billion megaton joules," gen boldly gave out a lie. senku glanced at him calling out for his bold ass lie to which gen defended that senku sucks at negotiating.

"whether i parry it or smack it down, it'll explode. there's no way to dodge a large blast." tsukasa hums. "yes, it's true that we're out of moves, but that would surely cause collateral damage and kill many people. senku, you're incapable of abandoning people. you would never sacrifice yourself either."

"well, well, it looks like we're both stuck. this isn't a victory; it's a stalemate," says senku. "in your eyes anyways." he moved forward and held onto another nitroglycerin covered airplane. "did you know nitroglycerin is y/n's favorite?"

tsukasa froze at the sudden information drop. so it was true? of all the people, why would you be on senku's side? in fact, why were you at this side of the country at all when the petrification happened?

"y/n, no bloodshed remember?"

tsukasa looked behind him to see you standing there with a knife against his throat. he didn't even hear you nor sensed your presence. is this the power you hold as a member of the l/n family? "are you going to take revenge, senku?" he asked.

"no, of course not," senku deadpans. "let's negotiate, tsukasa."

throughout the entire negotiation, you did not move one bit away from his neck

tsuksa knew of your abilities, but seeing it in person was a different experience

he had one question for you though

why do you let senku command you like that?

"what reason do i have to believe you?" he asked senku.

"all you have is my word. i don't lie when it comes to science," answered senku, cooly. "is that not enough?" tsukasa heard you softly squeal at the sight of senku. does senku really have you wrapped around his finger that quickly? no, that wouldn't make any sense. unless the two of you share some history together?

"no, that's plenty."

this would be chrome's first time watching someone get revived from petrification

instead, before that could happen, he revealed some information that he thought was common knowledge

it wasn't

as senku was about to pour the revival fluid, taiju stopped him. "wait senku! mirai-chan's naked," exclaimed taiju as he poked senku's eyes. "no! you can't revive her now!"

senku writhed on the ground in pain, covering his eyes. "here we go again with your absurd nonsense," he managed to let out. "we're in an emergency, in the stone world! who cares if you're buck naked or if your peepee's showing?" he raised his hand up, rubbing his eye to soothe the pain, then removed them showing his teary eyes. "you really like this plot twist, don't you? we'll figure it out once she wakes up—"

"but if it's y/n, would you be okay with it?" senku snapped his mouth shut at taiju's rebuttal. he turned over to you, who's standing next to him, to see a smirk growing on your face. he could already feel the headache coming from this small tease.

you raised your hand and casually revealed, "actually he revived me naked, so..." heads turned to senku who flinched at the sudden movement, all of them looking shocked (sans kohaku, she's actually mad).

"senku!" kohaku roared, drawing her dagger out.

"what's wrong with that?" asked chrome, breaking the tension. kohaku turned her head to glare at chrome who flinched at that hostility.

"chrome-chan, it's bad manners to see someone naked without their consent," informed gen, treating chrome as if he was an innocent child.

"no, i know that!" exclaimed chrome. "but they bathe together, so they see each other naked all the time," he then revealed. heads turned once again to senku, but this time to you as well to which senku sighs and you laugh at.

"and just how do you know that, chrome?" senku asks, then lets out a disgusted face. "don't tell me..."

"no!" denied chrome immediately. "i notice you guys heading towards the springs together a lot and y/n would be carrying a bamboo basket of like these cases and i also saw soap in it, so i assumed that you two would be taking a bath... together." he then realized the implications of what he revealed and turned red.

god bless yuzuriha on making a set of clothes for mirai, breaking the tension.

many things were revealed that night

under the curtesy of chrome

he never thought too deeply about the things he know, but saying it out loud made him realize some things

it made gen and tsuka understand just what of relationship you hold with senku as well (kind of)

and so the question changes

how did you and senku get to that point?

"senku..." chrome called out. "we're missing some dynamite," he shared with a serious tone.

upon hearing that you quickly scanned the area and noticed who are missing, and bolted off. a few minutes later, an explosion rang out, then you heard gen screaming out to the villagers to hurry up.

you snuck up on hyoga, bloodlust accidentally slipping which made him dodge, but barely. a line of blood forming across the back of his shoulder blades. he raised his spear and instead of aiming it at you, he aimed it at mirai. you moved forward, blocking the attack on hitting her. the spear pierced through you, but not as deep as hyoga wanted since you were able to stop it by holding onto it.

"so you're not impenetrable," he mused.

"go fuck yourself," you spat.

you broke the spear in half then pushed it through you, popping it out from the back. you spun around, catching the bloodied half of the spear, then turned right back around, using the momentum to throw it towards hyoga.

"get out of there! tsukasa! mirai!" you heard senku cry out from the distance. "y/n!" then you heard him let out this blood curdling scream.

you lost balance from the powerful throw causing you to slip and fall. tsukasa ran over. hyoga blocked the spear with the other half of it. tsukasa managed to catch you, holding onto your wrist. hyoga quickly picked up the bloodied upper half of the spear and aimed it at tsukasa. you swung yourself forward, your feet flat against the mountain wall and pushed yourself off, pulling tsukasa down with you. hyoga missed his stab, grazing the side of his torso instead. the sudden pull made mirai slip from the edge, but luckily senku caught up and pulled her away from the edge. however, hyoga then kicked senku off the mountain to which he jumped down afterwards.

senku's hands trembled as he held the wound, putting pressure on it. you could feel his fright against your skin, in fact, you're just as frightful as he is. the both of you can't lose each other. he can't lose you; and you don't wanna leave him. tsukasa kept himself busy as he fought against hyoga, but anyone with eyes could see that tsukasa is affected by the cut.

"you need to work with him, senku, i can survive for a few minutes," you managed to tell him as you reached towards your wound, holding it down with two hands. "you two can end this fight just as quickly as it started. we both know how bad water and blood is inside of a punctured lung." your breathing increased.

"save your breath! y/n, please..." senku lowered his head, laying it against your forehead.

"then go and help tsukasa already," you forcefully told him with gritted teeth.

hyoga managed to get his way over to where the two of you were. he kicked you away from senku. "y/n!" he screamed out.

anyone could tell that senku was distressed

it was the most obvious thing

you've been unconscious for barely a few hours and yet he's become restless

the people who know senku well enough are shocked at this newfound side of his

then again at the same time, they weren't shocked

everyone knows just how much you and senku care for each other despite not knowing just what exactly the relationship the two of you hold

(there was assumptions of it, but that's all they were: bold assumptions)

"senku, you need to rest," advised gen, looking worried. "you took a beating as well."

senku shook his head. "what's the point of sleeping when i need to think of a way to save y/n," he replied, pacing in the cave room you laid in.

taiju and yuzuhira glanced at each other, worried for their long time friend. this was not the first time this had happened. they hoped it would be the last, but here they are yet again, watching senku worry upon hours for an injured you.

"senku, do you want to sleep in here?" yuzuriha asked softly. senku looked up at her and nodded, no words to be said.

"i'll get a spare bed for you senku! no worries!" exclaimed taiju as he ran off.

"has he ever been like this before?" kohaku asked, going straight to the point. gen and chrome walked closer to kohaku and yuzuriha.

yuzuriha's lips drew into a thin line, unsure if she should share. she knew about the game you and senku liked to play, after all, she was one of the first victims. "only when y/n becomes reckless and injuries herself, but this time it's worse. it's hard to heal an injury as severe as that in the stone world."

"it's obvious," mentioned gen. "i may not know what relationship they have together, but if my assumptions are right, then it makes sense. usually senku would've thought of something by now, but he hasn't. his mind is being blocked by anxiousness, panic, and worry. he needs to calm down."

"senku..." you weakly called out which caught senku's attention immediately, and crouched down next to you. "get your ass to sleep." the others were taken aback at the first sentence you spoke after you woken up from a short coma.

senku let out a huff of amusement. "of course that's the first thing you say," he mentions.

"you know me so well, love." a weak smirk formed on your face. if anyone picked up on the sudden affectionate name, they didn't mention it. "but seriously though, how can you save me when you can't even think straight. you know me well, but i know you just as well, senku."

senku furrowed his brows.

"you need to accept what you need to do, senku."

masterlist ; times senku talked about you (part 2) a/n: it's not as ambiguous as i want it to be, but i thought the ending seemed fitting

[dnvrsmedia]

Whatever it Takes

sevika x reader (in canon universe)

there are no physical attributes or gendered language used in this :)

tw: PTSD and death mentioned

hurt/comfort for the fall season! (totally not self indulgent whaaaat)

You comfort Sev after a rough nights sleep

The air felt thick as your eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight peeking through your apartment window. A groan leaves your lips as you root around your bed for your girlfriend. As you come to it, you recognize what the cool sheets on your bed signifies. Sevika is missing from your bed for the third time this week. Many who didn’t know her would assume that she was back in her old stomping grounds, messing around with Babettes girls. Yet, you knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself.

You roll out of bed, leaving the comfort of your sheets and the smell of your lover. As your feet padded through your shared home, the sound of a whiskey glass hitting the coffee table filled your ears. Your first thought was annoyance at her inability to use a coaster (you think she does it just to fuck with you). Your soon second thought was questioning why she was up this early on her off day. Silco was kind enough to let her take a few days off…well after you had given him a very stern talking to. Sevika swears that the only thing he’s scared of would be you.

As you turn the corner, you see your lover hunched over her strong legs. Her chemtech arm off for the night, leaving her residual limb in the open. Her hair is down and in her face, not even caring that she can’t see well. Her flesh arm balancing a cigarillo and a whiskey glass, interchanging between vices. Her distant stare tells you she’s had a nightmare. Her staggering breath and deep frown tells you that she’s in her head. Sevika’s PTSD symptoms ebbs and flows with her day to day life. The fast pace and graveness of her line of work distracts her from the horrors that plague her mind in the quiet of the night. Yet, tonight, it seemingly has caught up to her.

A deep sigh leaves your mouth as you bite the corners of your lip, scouring your mind at what could’ve triggered her. The night before was filled with laughter and love between the two of you. The softer, less brute side of Sevika shone brightly through her hardened exterior. The side she only let you see.

You take a seat right next to her on your shared couch.Your arm moves to her hair, swiping her blunt locks away from her line of sight, tucking them behind her ears. A short grunt leaves her lips as a sign that she’s aware of your presence. When Sevika gets in these moods, you know better than to pester her to talk. She has seen and experienced horrific things, many of which you mightn’t even know. So when she feels comfortable in sharing even a sliver of her life, you let her at her own pace.

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence as your fingertips trail invisible figures across her body. You’ve learned through your relationship, keeping an aspect of constant physical touch in moments like these, keep her grounded. What makes you so different from all she’s mess with before is your attention to detail. You constantly find ways to keep her from disconnecting further into her pain, especially on days like these.

“He was there.” She kept her gaze distant and hard.Your hand squezees hers as an act of encouragement.

“I was a kid again and he-“ Her chest rises as her breath quickens, cheeks flush with anger. You rub her shoulder in hopes to calm her nerves. You knew Sev had a tumultuous relationship with her father growing up. Brief stories of her youth had slipped through during druken nights shared between you two, but that was the bulk of your understanding. You never thought to cross the boundary of asking how that came to be. A clearing of her throat brought you back to her as her eyes grossed over. A thick swallow of her throat and a shake of her head was enough to keep her emotions at bay.

“It’s been uh, difficult this time of year. Ya know it would’ve been ma’s birthday.” A glimpse of a bittersweet smile can be seen on her face. A surprised expression dawned yours. You thought Sev speaking of her dad was rare! She’s never once mentioned her mother to you in the past years you’ve known her.

“She would’ve loved you, i know it.” A smile couldnt be held back this time. Her distant stare broke as she looked into your eyes.

“I hate that stupid sappy shit you’re into-“ You giggle and slap her arm.

“But, I knew that ma sent you for me the second that I met you.” A shy and bashful smile adorned your lovers face as she nuzzles her nose into her favorite spot, your neck.

You feel your heart explode at her words. Sevika easily has been your most romantic lover (although she likes to downplay it to herself). You cup her strong jaw into your palm and kiss her. You hope every single ounce of your passion, love, and emotions can be felt by her through your lips. Sevika melts into your kiss, allowing for her tense body to relax in your touch.

Being vulnerable is hard for her, she knows that. She sometimes wonders if life hadn’t been so cruel in the undercity, if her father had cared for her…if her mother never died, how different her life would’ve been. Would she have given her life over to the cause? Would she have been something other than a soldier? Or would she still just be a cog in Silcos rebellion? Would she have found things that she liked? Would she have a hobby that didn’t include death and destruction? Would she have kids with you? Would she be less fucked to bring a child into the world and actually be a good mother? All of these were thoughts that had plagued her mind the moment she had gotten woken up by that nightmare.

And yet, here she is, unable to express the flurry of emotions to you. So…kissing will do. She’ll connect your bodies until you’re one so you can feel the deep connection she feels for you. She will be your fiercest protector and keep living for you. For you, have given her a new meaning, a new spark. She’ll keep fighting for Zaun, fighting for you so you will be able to have the life she dreams for you.

You part with her for a second before her lips chase you down. Her flesh arm reaching for you, holding onto your body like she fears if she doesn’t you’ll disappear. You climb onto her lap in one swift motion, needing to become one with her.

“I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, Sev. I love you.” You stare into her eyes, into her soul. You need her to know that you will never leave her like her loved ones did.

Her steele eyes widen with appreciation and deep appreciation.

“Baby I-I love you. I will do everything to make Zaun the place you deserve.”

Your heart aches at her confession. No, it’s not the first time you’ve said those words to each other, but it is few and far between. Sevika shows you in your day to day just how much she loves you, so you never felt insecure in her loyalty to you. Yet, your heart aches for her. Your heart aches for the pain and the suffering that she’s endured and continues to experience. Your heart aches for the fact that you know she believes she doesn’t deserve good, that she doesn’t deserve you.Your revaluation turns a light within you.

“As long as I'm alive I will spend my days showing you how worthy you are.” You caress her strong jaw and place a kiss on her forehead.

You’ll do whatever it takes.

[darnell-la]

hi, omfg you’re writing is AMAZING, i’m loving all your logan fics, you’re really talented, the depraved side of me wouldn’t rest if i didn’t ask - can we please get more of a “forced creampie” breeding kink?

𝗪𝗛𝗔�� 𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥

note: Logan is very dark and pervy in this story. passiveness always gets the best of him when it comes to y/n and other boys he knows aren’t good for her.

———

“I don’t understand you, kid,” Logan spoke as soon as y/n slipped her shoes off. The young girl jumped at his presence, thinking he would be knocked out like he usually is at this hour.

“Logan,” y/n said low, eyes widened and heart pumping. She told Wade she wouldn’t sneak out tonight, but she did. She thought it would be easy since he was sleeping over Vanessa’s house tonight, but apparently, it wasn’t.

“Been waitin’ here for hours. You promised you’d stay in, and look at you. Dressed like that and pissy drunk,” the man said as he pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on.

“You’re unbelievable, y/n,” the man seemed more upset than she thought he would be if he were to catch her. “I-I’m sorry — I was just out with a few friends, that’s all. Nothing bad happened tonight,” she assured the man, but he didn’t care.

“Nothin’ bad, huh? Then why do I smell him on you?” Logan asked, confusing y/n. Who was him? “Excuse me?” She asked, trying to be as polite as she could, but that all went over Logan’s head.

“Whoever you were all on tonight. I can smell him. Did he fuck you? Kiss you? Touch you?” Logan continued to ask as he got closer to Y/n’s frozen figure. She had almost forgotten about his enhanced smell.

“H-He’s just a friend, and we didn’t have sex. We only made out. M-Maybe he, uh, he touched me, but that’s all,” y/n knew she didn’t have to tell Logan or Wade anything about her life, but she was living here for free.

“And that’s why you’re all worked up now, huh? Couldn’t get you to finish?” The man asked now inches in front of her. The way his dark eyes looked down at her soft ones, send shifters d through her body.

“I-I really don’t want to talk to you about this, Logan. It’s inappropriate,” Y/n said as she moved to walk past him, but he moved in her way to stop her.

“You think you can sneak out without consequences, princess?” The tall man asked as his hands softly gripped her waist. “You think it’s fine to be all on another man, then come back to a man’s house? You think that’s respectful?”

“L-Logan, I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to have a little bit of fun tonight,” y/n said as her hands touched both of his wrists, trying to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Could’ve just asked me for some fun, Bub, and you know that,” the man had tightened his grip on the girl, telling her to stop her attempt to push him away, because it wasn’t happening. Especially after what she's done.

“Logan, I think I should go to bed,” y/n, the one whose mind shouldn’t be functioning right because of how much liquor she had, said.

Logan’s behavior was something she never expected. He didn’t either, but thinking about how another boy touched her, made him realize he needed to act fast.

He wanted to start off slow, maybe take her on dates and buy her gifts, but tonight was unexpected. He wasn’t going to let it go.

The strong man picked y/n off of her feet and made his way to the nearest couch. “What are you going?” Y/n asked, confused about how Logan was reacting to her sneaking out.

“Gonna make this quick and easy so you’ll understand,” Logan’s voice sounded deep to y/n as he roamed her body. She didn’t get what was happening at first until he lifted her tight dress over her ass.

“Hey!” Y/n tried to speak out, but her voice sounded low and whiny. The alcohol hadn’t kicked hard until now. Now she felt like she couldn’t speak or move.

“Can’t get all whiny when you caused this, Bub. Ain’t a good look on ya,” Logan told her as the room filled with the sound of his belt coming off and his jeans unzipping.

“L-Logan, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, upset that she was acting this way. She could scream at him, or fight to get from under him, but she chose not to. She chose to be good, and let the man do what he needed to do.

“I think you know, princess,” the man’s voice rang throughout her head as he pulled himself out, cock dropping at how heavy and painfully hard he was. He always is around her, but tonight was different. Tonight, he needed to feed it.

“C’mon, Bub, stop the whining. Seriously. Gonna get me all riled up. I’d like to last at least a few minutes,” Logan complained as he pulled y/n’s soaked panties to the side.

“Now that’s a fucking pretty site. Fuck, kid,” Logan wiped two fingers in between her folds to get a feel of the juice she had been hiding from him for so long.

“Hey you’re sweet,” the man said, and before you/n could say anything, she heard the noises of him sucking on his own fingers with a groan. “Fuckin’ is,” he confirmed before grabbing a hand full of his cock.

“L-Lo,” y/n didn’t know what to say but felt uncomfortable not saying anything. She’s basically inviting the man to use her. She didn’t know what came over her tonight, but the alcohol helped her understand how much her body wanted and needed this.

“Ssh, Bub — Gonna fill you up, then we can go to bed, mkay? I won’t even tell Wade about your silly acts,” Logan said before he pushed at her entrance, causing her hole to instantly tighten.

“C’mon, y/n — Don’t give me a hard time,” the man said as he continued pushing until he got past and through her folds. A shaky moan fell from y/n’s lips as she felt her lower stomach ache.

“So goddamn right,” Logan grunted as he pushed further to get himself all the way in her. “T-Too much — Too much!” Y/n cried out, but he kept pushing until he was fully inside of her.

Y/n could barely breathe, scared that she would hurt herself, but the way he pulled back just to slam back in, forced the breath out of her body.

“Fuck,” Logan’s hands gripped the side of her ass as he used that to move her into his rhythm. The sight of her juice coating his cock every time he slipped back into her, made his cock twitch. She was driving him crazy and had barely done anything.

“You’ve gotta stay away from those boys, baby. I don’t like you around them,” Logan spoke to the young lady like he was her father. “Don’t want me to go crazy, right? You wanna keep me calm, right?”

Logan forced Y/n’s legs a bit wider so he could push her further. Y/n reacted by lifting her upper body to endure the slight pain, but he forced her face back down onto the long part of the couch that stood up.

“Stop the fighting, Bub, this has to be done. It has too. I can’t have you out there anymore. Even Wade is worried for you. We need you safe,” Logan's pace sped up, making y/n choke on her moans.

“Too much,” y/n cried as her walls clenched around him. “Oh, but it’s not, baby. It’s just enough, and you’re gonna take more of me. So much more. You’re gonna be full,”

Those words triggered y/n’s head, slightly scaring her at the fact he could cum in her. He didn’t put a condom on. She’s just now realizing he never planned to in the first place.

“L-Logan, no — Pull out,” y/n begged the man as she tried pushing her body up and moving away from him, but he was too strong. The man pushed her face further into the couch as his other hand stayed on her ass, tightening his grip.

“P-Please, Logan,” y/n cried, hoping he’d listen, but that small part of her liked how dark he could get. He was constantly angry, and sometimes, she liked when he’d lash out at her. This was a different kind of lash-out, but that small present in her made her closer to her own orgasm.

“Nah uh — You’re gonna take it,” Logan threatened through his teeth as he pounded her. “Can’t go out half naked and come back to me, thinkin’ I’d let it slide. I’ll show you how I let things slide, kid,”

Logan lifted his right leg and planted his foot right neck to her knee that was on the seat of the couch. “Gonna show you exactly how I treat little brat like you,” a hand came down onto y/n’s ass before he began slamming down into her.

Y/n cried out, moaning loud and cranky as she finally released around him. Holding herself back was impossible in this new position and the new pace he had going on for her.

“Mhm hm — That’s it — Just like that,” Logan growled through his teeth as he spread one of her ass cheeks to get a better view of his cock violating her cunt. The juice splashing everywhere could make him go insane, but he wanted to take it easy on her tonight.

“Gonna keep sneaking out? Gonna keep kissin’ on your friends and being a whore!?” Logan slightly tugged on her hair as he leaned down to breathe heavily into her ear. “Are you!?” The shouted.

“No! No!” She cried, making him chuckle as he leaned back. “That's what I thought,” the man felt cocky, knowing she stood no chance when it came to pissing him off. Wade would’ve definitely let this slide. That’s why Logan’s here though — To put her in her place.

“Gonna cum, baby,” the man spoke, making the going lady sob, but she had no idea why. Maybe the feeling of being dominated made her feel pathetic, but deep down she liked the claim.

“Oh, yeah,” Logan growled, thrust stuttering as he spread her ass cheeks even further so he could get all of him in. “Ah huh- Fuck!” Logan groaned one last time before he began spilling inside of the weak girl.

Y/n whined at the feeling of his seed coating and filling her walls. He leaks beyond more than a regular human, and she realized that as plenty leaked out of her cunt and down her legs.

“That’s my good girl,” Logan kept his hands on her head, pushing her down as the other rubbed her ass, slapping slightly to see a little jiggle.

“Gonna keep this good girl filled so she won’t have to touch on little boys anymore,”

[spiderb00]

Hold me never let go

Hanni Pham X Reader

 Synopsis - When you hold on to your feelings for so long, you're bound to explode at some point. 

Genre – Fluff, a little angst if you squint  Warnings – none 

now playing - hold me never let go, by Rocco

You arrived in Paris three days ago, all these days were spent with laughter and unique moments, the conversations were stimulating and the atmosphere was pleasant. Today, however, the mood was starting to get grayer and grayer, and so was your heart. All you wanted was to go back to the hotel, lock yourself in your room and cry, preferably far away from Hanni. You promised yourself that you wouldn't stay that way, that you wouldn't let your stupid feelings get in the way of such a nice time between you and your childhood friend.   

Since Hanni joined Newjeans, you had seen her less often, but whenever the girl had a few days off and was back home, she would always take the time to hang out with you, and when she talked about this trip, extremely excited, with that smile on her face, you couldn't say no. 

You were in love with Hanni since always, her eyes were beautiful and you could get lost in them all the time, you thought her nose was perfect, she always got mad when you did a little "Boop". And her mouth, you always stared at her, until you realized that maybe you were being too obvious, and that at any moment she could realize that all you wanted most in the world was to kiss her.  

Everything on this trip reminded you of how Hanni wasn't yours, at least not as you wanted. And although all this was torture, you would rather keep your feelings than lose the most special person in your life.   

Hanni didn't seem to realize your need for distance, while all you wanted was a little space - physically speaking - Hanni grabbed your hand so that you walked hand in hand on the sidewalks, she grabbed your biceps when the wind hit her harder and at the end of the day your jacket would smell like Hanni,  after she borrowed it because she forgot hers at the hotel.  

All of this was a constant reminder, "SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" written in big letters in your brain. Your heart begging you to make things easier just so it would stop hurting a little. Your stomach could no longer handle the butterflies every time Hanni approached, and your knees wanted to give way every time she touched her hand or her hair, and today it seemed that your whole body had simply given up on you. 

When you felt the first splashes of rain, you and Hanni were very far from the hotel, no taxi around, and what seemed like a disgrace to you, seemed to only amuse Hanni.   

"Come on Hanni, you'll catch a cold if you stay in the rain." You said, walking quickly towards the hotel.   

"Yn, we're going to get wet anyway. The hotel is about seven streets from here." Hanni said, trying to catch up with your hurried steps. "Hey, wait for me, you're moving too fast."   

The amusement in Hanni's voice could be heard clearly, she wasn't bothered by the rain wetting her expensive clothes, honestly, neither were you.   

"yes, I am. Maybe I didn't want to get wet and catch a stupid cold." You said, aggressiveness in your voice.  

"Hey, what was that? What's happening to you?" Hanni said, the shorter girl running and grabbing your arm, turning your body towards her.   

"Hanni, come on, I don't believe you're going to make us sick." Despite the frown on your face, Hanni doesn't understand why you'd be so mad at the rain.   

"What's your problem, Yn? You're acting like this all day." Hanni says crossing her arms. The rain falling on you both. 

Hanni's hair and clothes were already completely soaked, just like yours, and as much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful the shorter girl was.   

"You're my problem, you're making us get wet." You say, trying to continue your way to the hotel, only to be stopped by Hanni once again.  

"No, I don't believe that! You've been avoiding me all day, you seem to want to stay away from me at all times, I can't even touch you and you seem to run away. I tried to be nice and not ask, but you've just been rude to me all day, so come on, tell me, what's your fucking problem?" Hanni says, trying not to yell at you and make the situation worse. 

"YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!" You screamed, tears beginning to fall. "I tried Hanni, I swear I tried to push all that away, but I can't. I love you too much to let you go, and that's my problem. I feel like I'm hiding all the things I've ever felt, I feel suffocated, and all of this is because I just can't say I love you, and not as a friend."   

Hanni was speechless, the thick raindrops falling mingling with the tears of the two of you. Two women standing on the sidewalk, in front of a closed flower shop, while you would let everything you had kept under lock and key finally leave.   

"Every time you hold me, I don't want to let you go Hanni, I don't know how to deal with it, it's too much for me to know that I can't have you as I want, love you as I want. I'm just suffocating and I was just trying my hardest to fight and endure all of this because I don't want to lose you..."   

"You'll never lose me." Hanni interrupts you, her voice low as she shakes her head negatively.  

Grabbing your hands the shorter girl approaches you, her eyes sparkle in tears, but somehow, they don't look sad. And for a moment, you felt that there was still hope for you. 

"I love you too! And not as a friend."  The girl says laughing and fumbling slightly with a sob caused by crying. "I've been waiting to tell you this on the last day of the trip, because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable if you didn't reciprocate my feelings. You can't imagine how relieved I am." Hanni says laughing.   

The shorter girl brings your right hand close to her mouth, giving a light kiss. Hanni smiles through her tears, and you can't help but feel luckier. The girl you've been in love with since you were a child, your best friend, the woman of your life, loves you back.   

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." You say, placing your hands on either side of Hanni's face.  

"Who's stopping you?" The girl says, with a smile.   

Without saying anything else, you both lean in, bringing your lips together slightly. Kissing tastes sweet, you don't know if it's just Hanni's lip gloss or if your brain is making you feel things, but you definitely love it. The feeling of wasted time being quickly forgotten during the kiss, the falling rain didn't seem to take you out of your own world and anyone who passed by could clearly see that you were the most passionate couple in Paris.    

Moving away slightly, you and Hanni exchanged glances of accomplices, and you swear you fell in love even more, if that's possible.   

"We're definitely going to catch a cold." You laugh at Hanni's speech.   

"I don't really think I care about it anymore." You say, looking at Hanni's smile.   

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything else." Hanni says, kissing your lips once more. 

Well, that was pretty random, but now we officially have Newjeans history! I love Newjeans, actually, these girls were the reason I started paying more attention to kpop.

btw, I recommend you listen to "hold me never let go" by Rocco, this song is fire

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request batboys learn of reader's fake death, she is on a mission and they find her.

Reader can be read as gn or whoever you see fit.

Dick

‘Is that you?’ Dick asks softly as he neared you.

‘No.’ You replied in hopes that he’d leave but you knew deep down that he wouldn’t, not if leaving meant leaving you behind also. Not the way you chose to erase yourself out of the picture for this stupid suicide mission.

Dick on the other hand was hellbent to not loose you again, the house you both built wasn’t a home if you weren’t in it to share it with him and Hayley, the poor dog was still fast sleeping on your side of the bed before Dick left for his nightly patrol; Hayley missed you very much and would whimper when she realises that your scent was slowly fading away.

It hurt Dick more then he liked to admit, and he tried to suppress it for as long as he could but he would often find himself trying to look for you in other people, other things but it always ended with him looking at the pictures of the two of you on the wall and feeling nothing but cold. Everything felt out of place without you but Dick would always try to act as though he was coping better then he was behind closed doors doors, clutching at the clothes you’ll never wear again as he silently sobs into the fabric.

Now here you were stood before him in what people would call as pure coincidence or luck because anyone would give anything to see their lost ones again, absolutely anything, even if it was by morally questionable means and Dick can understand the reason why that might be.

‘I- I wish I could tell you but I can’t.’ You replied, not wanting to put Dick in danger because of the dangerous people you’ve wronged.

‘Why not?’ Dick asked, worried that something had happened when he wasn’t nearby to help.

‘It doesn’t concern you.’ You told him as you tried to make distance but Dick was quick to close it. ‘It does concern me if it involves you.’ He says lowly, gently reaching out to hold your face to make sure this was real and not a dream and when you leaned into his touch, eyes closed shut Dick lets out a relieved sigh as his thumbs stroke your cheeks. ‘So please, don’t make me loose you again. let me help.’ He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

Now you really couldn’t reject his help, he made it impossible just like how he made it impossible for you not to fall in love with him all over again.

Tim

Didn’t know what to expect from what he was seeing.

He had heard that there was someone of your stature going about town during the night but he wasn’t one to believe it until he’s seen it with his own eyes. So when he did catch of glimpse of you or someone pretending to be you, he didn’t know what to do, he was brought back to where he was when he found out about your supposed death; helpless and confused as to how such a thing could happen.

It wasn’t until your eyes met his did Tim feel his blood go cold from how dull and borderline dead your eyes looked when glaring right at him. There was a flash of familiarity but that was gone before Tim could blink, something was wrong, very wrong but he didn’t know what exactly.

You weren’t…well you.

Now Tim did have dreams about what he’d do if you were to be magically reanimated, brought back to life but those were dreams for a reason, a alternative reality that didn’t abide to realism or the more likeliest of outcomes; this was reality and reality wasn’t pretty and is often disappointing on most accounts.

So Tim stood there, frozen as you made a quick exit, much to the confusion of his siblings -Dick and Damian- who knew how hard your death had struck Tim, they didn’t need to be told how difficult it must’ve been to see your dead partner somehow alive again.

‘Are you okay?’ Dick asks.

‘Somethings wrong.’ Tim said. ‘Why would they feel the need to fake their own death and not tell me about it beforehand?’ He asks himself.

‘Only if someone powerful wanted you dead.’ Damian suggested. ‘What other reason is there besides that one?’

‘If that’s truly is the case,’ Tim began as he looked between Dick and Damian, ‘then why reappear after only a week? It’d be common sense to stay low for far longer until the smoke clears, unless...’

Dick then places a hand on Tim’s shoulder. ‘Looks like we’ve got work to do.’

Tim wasn’t certain what he would do if you ever did come back, but now it seems as though he did know; to save you from whatever has been nipping at your heels.

Jason

Wasn’t sure whether or not the sleepless nights had finally caught up to him ever since your passing, spending them staring at the door to your shared bedroom as though you’d magically walk through it with a smile, telling him that everything that had happened was just a nightmare before kissing him on the forehead and cuddling into his side to fall asleep.

However Jason had pinched his skin that many times to know well enough that was all a fallacy created by his own mind because he didn’t want you seeing the man he’d become from whether afterlife you resided in.

So when he spotted sow thing he believes looked a lot like your silhouette, his body followed after it, much like it did whenever things pertaining to you sparked that sense of familiarity within him, that sense of home and belonging. However this lack of subtly on his end didn’t end up well as he was soon enough laid flat out on his back as your masked face hovered over his.

‘Why were you following me?’ You asked through gritted teeth.

‘I thought you were dead.’ He replied In disbelief.

‘That was the plan until you ruined it.’ You grunted as you pulled him up to his feet, ‘you weren’t followed were you?’ You asked as your eyes shifted from shadow to shadow.

‘No, listen sweetheart-‘ Jason tried to speak but you sharply shushed him. ‘What’s going on, you can tell me.’ He now whispers and you sigh, finding it hard to exist within the same space as Jason without hugging him to death, but you couldn’t risk dragging him into your troubles.

‘I can’t.’ You tell him, knowing that there was a heartbroken expression behind that red helmet of his, ‘and even if I can all I would be allowed to say is that some bad people are after me.’ Jason’s shoulders tensed at this.

‘Why did you say anything earlier.’ He asked, he was holding back from exploding because had this been brought up earlier then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to be subjected to witnessing your ‘death.’ ‘I could’ve helped you out-‘

‘And risk you becoming their next target? Not thanks Jason I already lost you once I’m not doing it again.’ You tell him firmly but he wasn’t having it, not after what you put him through. ‘And I thought I lost you or has that not ever come to mind.’ He bites back with the sharpness of someone who was deeply hurt by the actions of someone who he loved more than life.

‘Jason.’ You tried to say but you knew him better then most, once his mind had been made up there was little chance to change it.

‘No. I’m going to help you get out of this mess, either you want me to or not, this is my war now.’ Jason tells you as he marched ahead. You sighed as you followed after him.

This was going to be a long night.

[darkfalcone]

Left to Face This Alone - 1

pairing: dark rhea ripley x reader

warnings for this chapter: rhea is a bit off putting

summary: You’re an interviewer and unfortunately for you, Rhea takes a liking to you.

title credit: slip to the void - alter bridge

a/n: reposting to this side blog so my main can be non-dark fics. also i'm editing the few chapters that were never edited!

You took a deep breath, trying your best to stay calm as you watched The Judgement Day approach you. You were scheduled to interview them, but this was your first time interacting with them, and it was safe to say that they were very intimidating. You really hoped that this interview was going to go by fast.

“Well, hello there,” Rhea smirked, stepping uncomfortably close to you.

“Uh- Hi. You guys are a bit early; we’re not scheduled on air for another ten minutes.” You stated, causing Damian to laugh.

“Better to be early than late, am I right, guys?” Finn asked, smiling from ear to ear. You weren’t sure as to why they were acting like this, but you felt it was better than them being angry.

You pulled out your phone, wanting to try and kill time before the interview. You really didn’t want to deal with them until you had to, especially with the way they were acting. It made you feel uneasy. As you unlocked your phone, Rhea grabbed it from you roughly.

“Hey what the-“ you started, but Rhea cut you off.

“We were having such a nice conversation; it’s rude to be on your phone. Put it away now.” She said, handing the phone back to you.

You did as you were told—missing the look Rhea gave the others. You looked at the four of them, jumping a little when you realized that all four of them were staring back at you. Looking over at the clock in the room, realizing you had two minutes before Raw went on air. A part of you was thankful that you and The Judgement Day were kicking off the show; you wanted to get this done and over with.

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“Hello, I’m here with The Judgement Day; now with a week away from Wrestlemania, they all have,“ you began, but Rhea grabbed the mic from you.

“Listen (Your Name); we don’t have time for this.” Rhea snapped, handing the microphone to Dominik.

“When Finn wins his match and I beat my deadbeat father, and when Mami. Oh, when Mami wins the title from Charlotte Flair, everyone will fear The Judgement Day.” He said, throwing the microphone down onto the ground.

When they walked away, the camera was cut off, and you took a deep breath. You were so glad that the segment went faster than you had expected. You jumped when Rhea suddenly reappeared next to you—this time without cameras.

“Sorry for scaring you; I didn’t mean to." She chuckled, and you gave her a small smile. “I just... wanted to tell you how good you look tonight.”

You gave her a confused look. “Really?”

You thought it was a little odd, considering the two of you never had a conversation in years until the interview. You two were in no way close, and for her to say that you felt it was a little inappropriate.

“Yes, really. Can’t I tell you how good I think you look? Or are you that stuck up?” she asked, causing your eyes to widen.

“N-No, you can, I-just-I-“ you stuttered. Rhea cut you off by backing you up into the corner.

“You’re just not used to it? It’s okay, I understand.” Rhea smiled softly.

You flinched when she caressed your cheek. You knew you were going to have to report her behavior, but maybe you were just overthinking?

“I’ll see you around; you be good now.” She winked, heading to find the others.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

[melodyreads]

Once you fix your face, I’m going in

hamzah x reader

description: a few months after breaking up, the reader is determined to get hamzah back. stubbornly she can’t help but find herself drawn back to him. despite acting as though she could care less about the situation; little does he know she’s been plotting their inevitable reconciliation.

took inspiration from this song (i love this album so much it does not deserve the hate)

enjoy <3

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Y/n didn't know exactly how she got here, but she knew she sure as hell wasn't leaving.

At least not until he got there.

As she leaned against the bar, she felt wandering eyes on her but not the ones she wanted. She had just come back from the office dressed in her usual fitted slacks and button-up. She could see her colleagues socializing a few tables away. It was a special day for them, a birthday or something, but that didn't concern you. What concerned you was the boy in the navy-blue hat who had just walked in.

Y/n and Hamzah had dated for almost a year before their relationship wafted out like a flame in the dead of winter. This being said, the Christmas lights did not add any holiday cheer to the situation. It made sense, both were too stubborn for each other they fought like children over who was right and wrong. Was their relationship destined to end this way?

Y/n had always considered herself a low-maintenance girlfriend. In her past relationship, her boyfriends would even go as far as to say that she put them on the back burner. She always just claimed to not need a lot of attention. She was very self-efficient and liked spending time alone.

That was until she met Hamzah.

This was the first time a man had completely captivated her attention. She loved everything about him. The way he carried himself. The way he laughed. The way the top of his shirts fit his chest and arms. The way his curls peaked out whenever he wore a hat. She couldn't get enough.

She thought he felt the same way, but after she got a new promotion at work and found herself tied back to the office, she noticed Hamzah starting to get weary. This led to Hamzah starting to be distant with you, which for the first time, caused you to side with all of your exes.

"I just don't understand why you're being so dry." Y/n started in a huff; she ran her hands through her hair. As he stood in front of her in a gray hoodie and his hands in his pockets, she wished it wouldn't be out of social standards to just jump his bones right then and there.

He shrugged, "I don't know, that's how I've always been. Why do you care anyway? It's not like you're here half the time."

This constant back and forth grew tiresome by the minute. Both of you decided to call it quits in the most rushed and blunt manner possible. After going months without any communication from the two of you, the truth hung in front of you like a thread waiting to be pulled.

You missed him.

Y/n was too proud to call him and definitely too proud to ask for forgiveness to take her back. So, she resulted in the only resolution she saw as reasonable. Ask Mandy to set up a party with some old friends and secretly invite her.

She swore she was low maintenance. Mandy laughed.

Her face became hot as she saw him enter the bar. She turned away so fast she swore she got whiplash. Fixing her eyes on her half-finished drink she thought of all the names he could call her after seeing her for the first time in months. Although she could do the same, she would much rather skip that part and throw him onto the couch of her apartment.

She needed to get out of her head. She turned back to see where her target had moved to but turns out he had gotten lost in the sea of head crowding the bar. It really was a busy night.

"Maybe Mandy should have picked a weekday to plan this scheduled pursuit." As she thought this she turned to her right and saw him.

He was leaning against the bar with his arms as he was ordering from the already busy bartender.

He was wearing baggy camo pants with a shirt that had a reference on it she probably didn't understand. He always had to explain his references to her. But he always took the time to make sure she understood every single one of them.

God, she missed him.

She must have been staring too hard because suddenly his deep brown eyes had made their way over to hers. They faltered for a moment almost unable to believe what they were seeing. His face hadn't changed from when she had last seen him the night they had left things. She was met with the words exchanged that night and all too fast came to her senses.

This was a mistake.

She turned around and hastily made her way through the crowd of people. Attempting to the door would be much harder now that she had started this war. Her wrist was suddenly caught by a much larger hand and an even greater grip.

She turned meekly to meet the eyes of the boy she once knew so well, the one whose voice still echoed in the quiet corners of her mind. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it was firm—unwilling to let her slip away as easily as she had intended.

“Wait,” he said, his voice rough with something she couldn’t quite place—anger, hurt, desperation? Maybe all three.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. “I was just leaving” she said unable to meet his eyes, turning her head back to the door up front suddenly wishing teleportation wasn't a futuristic idea.

His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, the noise around them seemed to fade.

"I've been waiting for you" he finally said. This got her attention. She turned back to see his eyes soft and yearning. "It's been months, but I figured you would have called if you wanted to see me"

"Who says I want to see you now?" She said as she finally pulled her hand out of his grip.

Hamzah rolled his eyes, "I know you better than that Y/N, you set this up, didn't you?"

Y/n looked away crossing her arms "I don't know what you're talking about," she waited for a beat before saying anything more, "but if there was something you wanted to say to me, I would expect you to say it now."

He smiled down at her with a boyish grin, "You still haven't changed" he chuckled to himself.

Before y/n could come up with a response to this, Hamzah had reached out to cup her face in his hands. Her eyes grew wide as his mouth met hers once more.

It was familiar yet different, carrying the weight of all the words left unsaid and the time they had lost. Y/n’s breath hitched as a rush of emotions flooded through her. She had sworn she wouldn’t let this happen again, that she wouldn’t fall into the same cycle, but the warmth of his hands against her skin and the way he kissed her like she was something he had been without for too long made it impossible to say no.

After what felt like both a second and an eternity, she pulled away, her lips tingling, her mind spinning. Hamzah’s forehead rested lightly against hers, his breath fanning across her face.

Y/n looked into his dark eyes, unable to tell if this was a dream or not under all the strobe lights. It sure felt like one.

She looked up at him and grinned ear to ear, "I knew you would come to your senses".

He stared at her for a beat before pushing her away, "What is that supposed to mean?"

She closed the gap one more time pressing her body against his as she draped her arms around his neck, and she kissed his mouth with fever. "Don't ruin it".

He scoffed but didn't break the kiss, "What happened to where we left things before?"

She smirked against his mouth at this before pulling back just enough to whisper in his ear, "You were never not mine."

She pulled him back in.

[girlberrie]

i wanna run against the world that’s turning

i’d move  so fast that i’d  outpace the dawn

                             de selby (part 2) , hozier

                          𓆙           hogwarts reality introduction………..:::

ada peverell knows death intimately. she sees it in her visions, and it is in her blood—the call to necromancy, to demand life and more time. although she has never acted on it, focusing on other ways of pushing magic to its limit—namely time travel, to selfishly satisfy her obsession with history. she knows the truth of the deathly hallows, yet she has never expressed want to have them in her possession, which is probably the reason why death favors her most.

this young master of death was born to agatha peverell in the eerily silent fool’s march, the ancestral seat of the peverell’s near somerset, up on a hill and guarded by thestrals and the undead pure white trees that ward the property. she was the loudest damn thing in the whole place on that very day—her cries like a roar of life in the valley of dead things. she opposes everything her family stood for: burning life instead of cold death, hope and wit instead of bitter acceptance, cure instead of curse. she wears all black or all white but loves the purple of grapes, the yellow of sunshine, the green of forests, and the earthy brown of hogwarts. her dull green eyes spark to life when she loves, her pale skin bronzes in the sun. she is everything the peverell’s before her were not.

enter: hogwarts. ada peverell was sorted into slytherin on the first of september 1961. in her first month in hogwarts, she managed to catch the attention of tom riddle when he caught her casually strolling out of the restricted section with the book ‘advanced transfiguration volume iii: reality threads’. it is after that that a bond unlike anything else was formed—the kindred spirits, thirsting for knowledge and brimming with an ambition enough to push the boundaries of magic. ada may have found friendship in alice fortescue and the girls she shares a dorm with, but tom riddle is special for her. she has dreamt futures with him since she was a small child and unaware of the implications. but you could say that she has always known that her soul would find his—the person that smooths her edges even when he irritates her so, that eases her impulsiveness even though the sight of his face makes her want to do very, very impulsive things, that counters her easy acceptance of death with the desperation to evade it eternally. she loves him very much, so much that it sings out of her very eyes and out of every atom that makes her up whenever she faces him.

there are very few people who understand ada. most like to ignore her presence: her surname means deadly things and she sometimes looks more ‘undead’ than ‘alive’. her crypticness could drive people mad, her tendency of speaking in riddles too confusing for ravenclaws, her ambition too fiery for most slytherins, her courage too surprising for gryffidors, her loyalty too obsessive for hufflepuffs—she is not for the faint of heart. therefore, it is not surprising that she is the closest friend of the most determined of the gryffindors (alice fortescue and frank longbottom) and lover of the most ambitious of the slytherins (tom riddle) that can keep up with her.

she is quietly mischievous and unpredictable. she may be the opposite of her ancestors but outsiders do not know that. to them, she represents the house of the dead, she is intimidating, an unstoppable force and immovable object all at once—like death. she has the brand of the hallows etched in white onto her shoulder. she is cruel to the cruel and kind to others. she is silent yet her presence is felt, her playfulness only amusing to the ones who know her and odd to everyone else. and with her being the girlfriend of tom riddle, you can imagine the rumors that follow her around. some believe that she and tom sneak out to the forbidden forest to experiment on the creatures near midnight (which is completely untrue. tom once challenged her to befriend a unicorn and was severely disappointed when she succeeded).

it is because of this reputation she has gained that nobody would believe she loves orange juice. or that she rambles on and on about greek mythology to her friends until they tell her to shut up. or that she used to make little trinkets in muggle school and bring them home to decorate her and her mothers small home in london. or that she reads the newspaper every morning like some old lady. or that she gets grumpy like a cat when she is hungry and that she is loyal like a territorial dog. or that she is very moody and prone to dramatics. or that she is a slytherin with the impulsiveness and boldness of a gryffindor hidden behind all the cunning. you get it. she has layers. like an onion. ha

there are those that like to ignore her, and there are those that would simply like her to not exist. ada peverell has enemies in hogwarts, and she is very much chalant about it. lucius malfoy? she hates his guts. there is place for only one platinum blonde icon in hogwarts, and it will not be him, no matter how much ‘his father will hear about it!!!!’. making fun of lucius is one of ada’s past times. he is usually left flabbergasted after she is done cursing him out (verbally or literally). the only reason why hogwarts knows that she is a seer is because of an incident those two had in second year (he pissed her off, she told him about a horrid future of his she saw, he almost pissed his pants, she laughed at him, he stomped away screaming about how his father will hear about it. hogwarts knew about ada's seer abilities come next morning. the end).

another enemy? bellatrix black. ada doesn’t appreciate miss black’s constant flirting with her boyfriend. she once jinxed the girl in her sleep so that she would speak only in love poems to every professor for a month in retribution, but bellatrix remains determined to ‘steal away’ tom riddle from the, quite frankly, possessive clutches of ada. where tom is happy to be, mind you.

you would think albus dumbledore, the transfiguration professor, would also dislike ada given her closeness to tom riddle, but he in fact has the softest soft spot imaginable for the girl. her immense talent and love for transfiguration has charmed him, fortunately. it means she and tom get away with the more illegal stuff they do within the hogwarts grounds (nothing murderous!!!! thankfully!!!!).

rika skeeter likes to say that ada slapped her once after she innocently asked for help with a potions essay all the way back in third year, but nobody seems to believe her despite her claiming that it happened in the slytherin common room. in front of everyone. in broad daylight (which does not mean much, given the common room is in the dungeons). this is more of a one-sided hatred, as ada usually forgets that rita even exists. oh well, guess skeeter needed to learn how to start rumors somewhere. (ada did not slap her. she cast a stinging charm on her after rita attempted to steal her potions notebook to make copies of it and sell it behind ada’s back. ada’s friends agree that she deserved worse).

ada peverell’s future holds a lot of illegal time travel experimentation, illegal time traveling, illegal master-of-death-ing, and illegal horcrux making (ethically. somehow. she’ll figure it out). her greatest goal is to figure out time travel with no limitations, and no reliance on other material, like time turners, solely because she wishes to experience the history she has spent so long being obsessed about. wish her luck!

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guys is this a good enough introduction?????????? i tried to capture the vibes but idk. i love this reality. i am unhinged in my golden trio reality but here i am something else entirely. i am a full on mad-scientist really, being the time traveling historian witch. and i help tom in his immortality stuff. and i am the master of death. anyway i won’t ramble more hope you enjoyed reading!!!!!

[punksocks]

Birthday Observations (Capricorn Placements)

*Just based on my observations, only take what resonates

(Today’s my birthday -woo- so I thought I’d put together some observations I’ve noticed about Capricorn placements)

-Capricorn in the big 6 (especially moon) are forced to grow up so fast. Usually, because they’re born to a family with some sort of immaturity in the adults. Because of this these placements usually have to reparent themselves at some point, and this can be why Capricorn placements tend to have more fun in their lives after 25-30

-Sometimes I feel like we forget that in old astrology Aquarius and Capricorn have the same ruler, Saturn. I believe this is why Capricorns can find themselves innovating or even find themselves being stand out loners

-Speaking of Saturn, Capricorn heavy people tend to have to break generational curses or they’ll end up victim to the same circumstances (but they can fall into the same patterns easily)

-Capricorns tend to have such a dry sense of humor because humor is how we cope with all the stress and madness. When things get more lighthearted (and when developed) Capricorns can be much less serious and heavy individuals

-Capricorn mercuries may struggle with expressing themselves in their youth, and even as they get older they may have a hard time opening up and sharing details about their thoughts.

-I think the constant theme with Capricorn placements is taking time and being very deliberate in their processes. Capricorn Asc tend to be a bit slow paced in how they act and react (not in a lacking way, just very deliberate). Capricorn suns grow into their identity and how to express it often after their early 20s, Capricorn moons need time an space to understand and process the emotions they’re feeling, Capricorn mercuries need time to respond and often carefully consider what they’ll say next, Capricorn venuses often don’t fully embrace their beauty until after their mid 20s and they tend to have better luck in love and relationships after this point as well, Capricorn marses tend to need time to achieve their goals, even when they move toward them with consistency, etc

-Underdeveloped Capricorn placements can be super competitive and try to out pace you in everything that you do better than them. (Capricorn suns will try to undermine your achievements and attention, Capricorn venus will try to make you feel ugly and try to throw shade on your style/friendships/romantic options, etc)

-Capricorns don’t enjoy inefficient behavior, they may complain about a process that doesn’t seem to be logical in all steps and may streamline the process if they can.

-The biggest lesson I’m trying to learn as a Capricorn is when to rest. There’s always more work that can be done and it’s hard to mentally step away without feeling guilty or unproductive.

-I always felt some kinda way about The Devil tarot card being for Capricorns— but I will say it is a sign that is commonly tempted to chase after means (like Capricorn venus dating someone for money). Capricorns love respect and security so they can sell out their soul for this if they’re not self aware.

-I just barely started reading Alice Sparkly Kat’s Post Colonial Astrology book, but there and on her blog she makes a great point that “Capricorns have never been corporate”. I have a theory that conformity can be a great detriment to Capricorn placements (even if just on a spiritual level). But Saturn repeated his father’s ruthless attitude around power and was cut down by his sons. Capricorns can find themselves succeeding down these conventional paths and then they end up suffering personally. Or, as was my experience, these conventional paths never quite open up to you and you face more and more challenges in this route and can never quite match their progress to their ambitions. Capricorns tend to benefit much more when they create their own path (I’ve found that this true for business as well as other areas of life).

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Slow Down (Homelander)

Description: Homelander wants to slow down but Y/N wants to keep going

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 672

Request:Could you write a homelander x reader with inspo from “slow down” by chase Atlantic or any other song by them?

She drank from the bottle like it was water and she needed it. He watched her with interest and just wanted her to slow down a little before she got too drunk. Her being wasted wouldn’t stop him from doing anything but he liked to live in the moment with her. “Won’t you have a little?” She asked with a teasing tone. He never was one for drinking and thought it was pathetic, “No way.” He said and watched her shrug before finishing the bottle. 

She convinced him to drink some and now they laid in bed while they made out, the kiss was messy and full of tongue. Usually this disgusting scene was Homelander’s thing but being drunk and a little high made him want to take his time and enjoy the moment. Y/N on the other hand couldn’t care and just wanted to have sex. She tried to get on top of him and take things further but he stopped her, “Maybe we should take things slow.” He said against her lips and she nearly laughed. “What are you talking about? You love messy and fast sex.” She chuckled and he shook his head. “I certainly do but I want to enjoy this moment and really feel this.” She shook her head and kissed him again not really understanding why he was acting like this.

His hips slapped against her as she had her head in the pillow, moaning. Her moans were still loud and needy even with the pillow. He wasn’t even thrusting very hard or fast but she sure was moaning like he was. “Faster.” She whined and he rolled his eyes. “Can we maybe slow down?” He asked and if he wasn’t buried inside of her she really would question him but she was too high off of pleasure and needy to even think. She didn’t answer but moaned, ignoring his question. 

At this point she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted as he gave her barely anything just to have the moment she lifted her head from the pillow, “Homelander?” She said his name but it wasn’t a moan. His hips barely moving, “Fuck me like I’m famous.” She said and it sounded like a demand like she was the famous one out of the two. “Okay.” He said, giving up on trying to slow things down.

He flipped her over and she looked up at him with needy eyes, he couldn’t say No. He entered her again and she let out a sharp gasp and a quiet “fuck” as she felt him inside of her. He didn’t waste a second thrusting inside of her like an animal. Her loud moans made sense now as he fucked her like she was famous. Like the world was watching and enjoying the show with her. “Homelander.” She whined.

He dared her to ask him to slow down after all that begging she did. The sound of his hips slapping into hers filled the room, surprisingly her moans were louder. Her hands gripped the sheets and her eyes rolled as he hit her g spot over and over again until she screamed, cumming all over his dick. He didn’t stop there and kept thrusting, her whines of oversensitivity encouraging him. “Slow down.” She whined and he chuckled, “What’s wrong? You asked for this didn’t you?” He teased and she couldn’t talk.

His hips slapped into hers faster and she gasped, “Homelander.” Her pussy was begging for another orgasm but her body and mind couldn’t take it. “When I wanted to slow down, you didn’t listen so why would I?” She closed her eyes as she felt the overpowering orgasm that was about to happen, “Oh after that I’m still not done, I’m gonna fuck you like you’re famous baby. Like you asked.” He whispered the last part and felt her cum around him again. The scream of his name she let out was enough to make him cum. But like he said he wasn’t slowing down now.

[jujutsukaisenwriting]

Choso Kamo as Band Player [HC Enemies to Lovers]

woah, I've been having this idea for a while and felt inspired to write a cute little drabble on drunk Nanami. enjoy! word count: 2100+ tags: choso kamo, choso & reader

“Uh, no, absolutely no. Not happening”.

Choso crossed tattoos arms on his broad chest and eyed you skeptically.

“Oh come on, man. We need a lead singer. And she has a killer voice”.

Yuji Itadori, Choso’s younger brother, played synth in the band and was the one to bring you for auditioning. Which you apparently failed without even opening your mouth, judging by Choso’s looks.

“Hey, I don’t mind a chick in the band. She’s fine”, Ryomen Sukuna twisted a drumstick in his fingers and winked at you. You shivered. Sukuna, or Ryo, as some called him, was known for being the wild one. And you definitely didn’t want to be the center of his attention.

“What do you say?”, Choso turned to the electric guitar player. 

Geto eyed you carefully.

“I think I want to listen to her, Choso”, he said slowly. “Not like we have lots of options here. And the gig is next week already. Stop being a prick and just give her a chance”.

Choso huffed and shot a deadly glare at you but didn’t say a word. Geto, sensing his victory, gave you a hint of a smile and said:

“We have this song that we want to play. Uh, where is this shit… Oh, here you go”.

He handed you a crumpled piece of paper.

“Just look through ‘em real fast while we play. I think you’ll have an idea of what goes when. And by the way… I’m on the back vocals. You won’t be all alone, dollface”.

You smiled politely and nodded. By now, you didn’t really understand why the hell you agreed to audition. Sometimes, Yuji could be a bit too persuasive…

As you sank deep in thought, Sukuna started setting the pace. Geto caught on quickly, with Choso almost immediately following him. And as soon as Yuji was about to hit the synth, you started singing.

It wasn’t like somebody gave you a clue. It just… occurred to you. It felt right to sing right now, in unison with the beautiful melody of the synth.

As you sang the first few words, Choso’ eyebrows flew high but he didn’t say anything. It seemed to you as if he gripped his guitar tighter but you were too immersed in the music to be sure. Geto, however, was more than pleased to hear your voice. Soon after, he chimed in, his bariton complementing your soprano beautifully. 

“Damn that’s hot”, you heard Sukuna’s hoarse laughter as he increased the tempo but you didn’t care. At that moment, you didn’t care about a thing in a world, blown away by the beauty of music dancing in the air around you.

And if asked at that very moment, Choso would admit that you looked absolutely angelic.

****

“She is… fine, I guess”, Choso mumbled after the rehearsal was over and you left. “I think we might keep her for the gig at least”.

“I don’ know man, I’d keep her by my side all night long”, Sukuna grinned, packing the drums.

Choso’s gaze suddenly darkened and Sukuna noticed it.

“What? You were the one gabbling about how you don’t like her. And now all of a sudden you are giving me these shitty looks?”

“Hey, don’t fight, okay?” Yuji rubbed his forehead. “Ryo is kinda right here, Cho. You hated the idea of the girl joining us and now you are all weird. Did you like her or something?”

Choso felt his face burning red and quickly looked away, pretending to untangle the guitar belt.

“It’s nothing like that. It’s just Sukuna acting like a dick again”.

“Like a man, you meant to say”, Sukuna grinned again and headed for the door. “If you ever decide to become one, hit me with a call”.

Choso gritted his teeth, anger boiling in his body. Suddenly he felt Geto’s hand on his shoulder.

“He is always like that, but he is right about one thing. Why are you so agitated all of a sudden? It’s just a girl”.

****

To Choso, you were never just a girl from the very start. 

As soon as you entered their rehearsal room, he was doomed. Choso didn’t have much experience with girls before though he always attracted them. Broody, edgy and serious, covered in tattoos, he was the definition of the “bad boy” dream that almost every girl had. So obviously, once he started school, he received a fair share of hookups and attention but to him, it seemed more like a social experiment. 

Of course, he knew about the concept of love and honestly, he found it beautiful. Choso firmly believed that when you meet the very special someone, you’ll know it instantly.

And that’s exactly what happened when he looked in your eyes.

Damn, you were too good for him. So gorgeous and elegant, standing near his foolish younger brother, like a ray of sunshine in the darkness. Girls like that would never go out with a Death Painting and he didn’t want to suffer, looking at you every day and knowing he’d never be able to hold you.

But all the others agreed to give you a chance and now you were in the band, blowing them away every day with your voice. Choso was a bit envious of Geto who sang together with you, but he’d never admit that either.

“Sounds sick”, Sukuna put the drumsticks away and exhaled, sweat running down his face and lower, tracing the muscular neck and disappearing somewhere under the black shirt, in the area of his broad chest. “If you keep going like that, sweetheart, we’ll crush that gig tomorrow and will most probably get a contract”.

You smiled broadly and took a bottle of water, taking a big sip. So far, you were enjoying the band a lot. Of course, looks from Choso were kind of unnerving but you got used to them. Actually, you were a bit disappointed he was acting so hostile. Because he was definitely your type and you could tell right away he was much smarter than this loudmouth named Sukuna. Hell, Choso might even be smarter than Geto in some ways. Yet, he decided to avoid you and you had no choice but to adjust to his tactics and play it cool.

“Thanks”, you put the bottle back without looking and your fingers brushed against someone’s hand. A jolt of electricity washed over you, sending heat to your cheeks and making your heart race.

“Sorry”, Choso mumbled, jerking the hand away and not even looking at you. 

You just nodded, stealing a glimpse of his heavily tattooed forearm. Ugh. Why did that man have to be so… distant and unapproachable?

In Choso’s mind, thoughts were racing, though. More than everything did he want to pin you to the wall and kiss you right there in front of everyone. But he couldn’t allow himself even to think of that. Instead, he grabbed the guitar, nodded a quick “bye” to everyone and left without a word.

“What’s wrong with him?”, you finally asked as you and Yuji stepped on the street. The kid offered to walk you home and obviously you agreed. Itadori had that sweet, golden retriver vibe about him which made people relax.

Caught off guard with your question, Yuji turned his face away, blushing a bit.

“Uh… nothing. It’s nothing”.

“Hey wait”, you grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn. “What’s happening? I feel really uncomfortable going out there on stage when one band member seems to hate me or whatever”.

“Damn girl, he is crazy about you”, Yuji mumbled, visibly displeased with the fact that I forced him to tell the truth. “But Cho will never admit that. He thinks he is not good enough or something. Listen, sweetheart, just sing this concert with us and then you guys sort this out. Pretty please? All of us want that contract badly”.

“Crazy about me?!”

Your face burned hot red and your mind got instantly flooded with… visions. Like Choso gripping you tight instead of holding to his guitar. Or Choso putting these magic fingers of his to real work because you have seen him giving out the wildest riffing without even trying much. 

“Yo, you listening?”

You blinked slowly and nodded.

“All right… This one gig and then we’ll see”.

***

The club is so full of people it’s hard to breathe and for a moment, you forget where you are and who your band members are. Out of nowhere, Sukuna appears and drags you to a small dark room that appears to be your band’s dressing room.

“Shit, Geto is out of voice”, Sukuna mumbles as he keeps your hand in his. His palm is stiff and hard, much like the rest of his body but it feels… weird. Foreign, even.

Then, something hot and oh so familiar touches you.

“Let her go, Ryo”.

Choso’s hand lands on yours and suddenly, the world around feels like home. 

“Chill, big boy”.

Sukuna doesn’t even seem intimidated but rather amused. He lets go off your hand reluctantly, brushing your inner palm with his fingertips. The movement feels electric but doesn’t really ignite anything in you and he seems to notice it. Sukuna’s brows rise and he chuckles softly, looking amused.

Choso, on the other hand, tries to act distant and cool but fails miserably. Now, knowing his secret, you notice all subtle little things that give away his fondness: the way he keeps his gaze on you or the way he moves around you. The air between you two feels hot but neither makes a move.

It’s not time yet.

You finally spot Geto who waves faintly and smiles.

“Sorry”, he whispers, “no back vocals today. I caught cold or something”.

His words sent a chill down your spine. No back vocals? No support? But you are not ready and you are not sure you can carry this out alone…

“You got this, okay?”, Geto whispers and smiles at you. “Stay cool”.

Woah. Easier said than done.

***

Everything around you feels surreal. The stage, the music around, people’s faces surrounding all your view… You feel this moment - now it’s time to sing and you start, pouring words right from your heart, into the crowd, weaving them in the air and making everything tingle and burn…

Suddenly, an angelic voice sounds in unison with yours.

“What the…”

The back vocals sound perfect. No, they sound just right. As if the person singing was your long lost twin flame, finally finding their voice and resonating with you with all their might. Happy and excited, you take a higher note and the voice unmistakably goes higher, supporting you in every note.

You manage to look to the side. Geto and Sukuna seem bewildered and surprised, their eyes wide open. Yuji beams happily because…

…Because his older brother Choso plays the guitar and sings as your back vocalist?!

 Choso’s voice is everything yours is not: primal, deep, and velvet-ish. His voice is dripping poison that makes people’s minds go blank. But for you, it’s a siren’s song, luring you into the depths of Choso’s heart.

It’s like he is calling you home and you are more than willing to come.

***

Choso’s breath is hot, melting your earlobe. He bites it lightly, marking you as his all the way down to your collarbones and lower, where the linen of your shirt meets the sweat of your skin.

The concert has ended a long time ago, with the first contract for your band and more to come in the future. While the boys are busy negotiating, Choso drags you down from the stage, not even looking at all the longing faces in the crows.

“Mine”, he growls deep as he pushes you against the wall.

“Cho”, you manage to exhale and this soft whisper drivers him crazy. He grabs your hands even tighter, making it impossible for you to move even an inch.

“I don’t care”, he growls, pushing himself closer to you, “but for tonight at least, mine”.

“I don’t..” you start saying and he stops immediately, ready to back up, hurt visible in his eyes. Will you push him away? Are you disgusted by the Death Painting?

Was he imagining you might ever be interested in him?

“I don’t mind making it forever”, you smile and he relaxes, his whole body going limp with happiness. But a second later, he attack your lips and neck again, feral and voracious.

“My songbird”, he mumbles, exploring your body with his skillfull fingers and making you melt and burn under his touch. “My lucky charm”.

That was a damn good audition for joining a band, you manage to think before your mind goes blank.

[theaimofsadeness]

MOSQUITO BITE

pairings: James Beaufort x original female character

warnings: NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, blowjob, oral sex, slight exhibitionism (maybe?), very poor description of a lacrosse training

summary: Making a deal with James Beaufort wasn’t a good idea, probably it was the worst decision she could’ve taken. She knew it, but she couldn’t imagine how pleasurable the consequences could be.

author’s note: this is my first time publishing something, and english is not my first language sooooo please, be kind and enjoy! 🤍

“you know, everyone’s a price princess” James stated, his voice soft like velvet. “you’re right, Beaufort” she answered, lifting her chin up. The boy’s figure towered over her, the low light that illuminated the small storage closet made his shadow look darker and bigger. Abigail felt completely surrounded by his presence. “but my complicity is not something your father’s money can buy” she added, smirking proudly. “you’re right, Fortescue” he mimicked her. “but i wasn’t thinking about that” he added and his voice acquired a more sensual tone. She watched as he pressed himself lightly against her, the warmth of his body made her shiver. “are you that desperate?” she chuckled, placing a hand on his chest.

She felt his fast heartbeat under her palm and looked at him in the eyes. His mischievous expression never leaving his face, his icy blue eyes shined under the golden light. “i’m not desperate” he replied bitterly. “i’m determined” he corrected her. Abigail smirked at his arrogance, even in that compromising situation he wasn’t willing to act with humbleness. “yeah, but luckily for you i was gifted with a bit of common sense and empathy” she smiled, still stroking his chest. James gave her a questioning look; he couldn’t understand why she wanted to make things so difficult. “i know those feelings are unknown to you…” she teased him, having deciphered his look. “but that means i could never force you into such a thing” she explained.

James looked down to see if there were some expressions in her face or something else which would hint that she was lying to him. He found none. “what makes you think that i would feel forced to do it?” he asked. For the first time since he dragged her there, Abigail was left speechless. He let his broad hand rest on her hip, tugging her even closer to him. Their knees were touching, so were their chests. “you really… you’re saying that you’re willing to give yourself… sexually… to me, in order to gain my complicity!?” she asked in disbelief. “who wouldn’t?” he shrugged and she looked at him, unable to answer.

She never thought about him in that way, but she couldn’t deny that that idea was intriguing. It was absurd to imagine being intimate with someone who had never shared an emotion or a feeling before, other than despise and jealousy. Yet, Abigail wasn’t blind. James was certainly one of the most handsome boys at school, his demeanour was insufferable but charming nonetheless. She wasn’t deaf either, she had heard all the gossip about his abilities and appetites, even the ones about his majestic tool. She looked up at him once again, her eyes were bright with lust; she made her decision. The girl moved her right hand up toward the neckline of his white shirt, her fingertips brushed the skin under its collar and she thought she could burn herself. She looked back at him, then back at her hand and finally back at him again; stopping midway to look at his perfect lips. James took a deep breath when he saw the impudence in her eyes. He wondered what had made her change her mind.

She smiled, feeling his gaze following hers. “fine” she spoke eventually. “but we have to set some rules” she then added, looking at him with a stern look. James discovered in that moment how difficult it was for him to breathe since she had started caressing his collarbone with her thumb. In that moment, he felt like he would loose control if she didn't stop doing that, he knew that whatever she would ask him would be done no matter what. Despite her cold and unapproachable demeanour, James couldn’t ignore the strength of her charm. He had always felt drawn towards her in a way that he couldn’t understand and that gave him mixed feelings. He didn’t like her, but he couldn’t say he despised her either. She was beautiful, with a sharp mind and a good heart; moreover, she was incredibly sexy. She was known as the people’s princess for a reason.

“yeah, everything… you name it, princess” he swallowed thickly. She nodded and then seemed to think about what to say next. “first, i want us to be exclusive…” she blurted out, lifting her gaze to see his reaction. “as long as this thing goes on, we won’t be fucking anyone else” she clarified. “you know i always take good care of… uhm… myself” Damian pointed out, just to tease her. “yeah, but still… i don’t wanna risk to catch something from your… slappers” “as you wish… yours will be the only pussy i’ll see” he smirked and Abigail huffed shaking her head. She hoped he didn’t catch the redness spreading on her cheeks. “she better be worth it” he then whispered, lowering his face. James chuckled as he felt her shiver under his touch. “i’m sure she won’t disappoint you” she replied, not knowing where she found the courage to do it.

James chuckled lightly feeling her relaxing against him. “obviously…” now was Abigail’s turn to swallow thickly. “obviously if we meet someone else we’ll immediately stop this” she spoke, her mouth now was only inches away from James’ neck. “sure” he nodded. “and last, i think that should be clear that this agreement must not involve feelings of any kind” she continued, with newfound strength. “our relationship is exclusively sexual, the rest of our lives should go on as always” her heart hammered in her chest as she lifted her gaze once again. He hummed, nodding once again. “is there something you wanna add?” she asked.

“nope” he shook his head. “as long as you’re satisfied…” he smirked, proud to have achieved his goal. After all, he thought, Abigail’s stubbornness had been useful. “do we have a deal, then?” he asked, grabbing her chin with his fingers. Her deep grey eyes locked with his. “yes” she whispered in the exact same moment when the bell rang. That was the signal that their time there was over, now they both had to go back to their classes. Abigail took a pair of steps back, heading towards the closet’s door but James wasn’t ready to let her go. “hey!” he called, caging her with her back pressed against the door. “how do i know you’ll keep your word?” he asked mischievously smirking when he saw her black brows furrow. “what do you mean?” she asked, her gaze questioning him. “i mean we have to seal our agreement” he explained, taking her porcelain face between his big calloused hands. “yeah… you’re right” she smiled then, sensing what was on his mind. “well then, there’s no turning back from now—“ “i don’t wish to turn back” Abigail interrupted him.

One moment later she felt her lips being captured between James’. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as Abigail lingered into the contact, James didn’t waste a second to deepen it. His tongue slid past her parted lips, rubbing across her teeth and then into her warm mouth. Abigail moaned softly as she opened her mouth wider for him. She wrapped her arms aroud his shoulders, digging her long black nails into his nape. She had to agree with all the girls that gosspied about James’ skills, he really was a good kisser. She loved the confidence with which he slowly took posses of her mouth. His strong scent invading her nostrils while his slightly alcoholic taste lingered on her tongue. James Beaufort was intoxicating. As their tongues danced together Abigail felt his hand travel down her side to cup one of her firm breast through her blouse, while his other hand rested around her neck. The way she was grinding against him was driving him crazy. Her soft hands sent shivers down his spine and he knew he would carry the scratches of her nails on his nape for the whole day. The way her soft plump lips embraced his, made his head spin. James loved how she made him feel, he was ready to take her there and then. The guy started massaging her breast absentmindedly applying even more stength to his movements. “n-no” was everything Abigail was able to say, parting slightly from his lips.

“what?" he almost growled, his need building up. She looked up at him with her sexy gray eyes, which were half hooded by her long eyelashes. He didn’t care about her, but still he didn’t want to do something she wasn’t sure of. James grew instantly worried about having pushed her too much. “we can’t… not here… not now” Abigail breathed, keeping her hands wrapped around his strong neck. He felt the relief taking possess of him. “why?” he mumbled leaving a soft kiss on her lips. Abigail gasped at the unannounced contact. “because..." she paused, while James kissed her jaw. "because...” she whined as he kissed the spot under her ear, James was determined not to let her speak. “fuck” she whispered. “James!” she almost shouted when she felt his lips starting to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. The boy immediately drew away from her. “christ, we’re both gonna be late for our classes and everyone will be wondering why” she explained sternly. Nonetheless, her gaze softened when she saw his golden brows furrow and his perfect lips pout. “i don’t care, you can’t leave me like this” he answered bitterly, clenching his fists like a spoiled kid. “i can, and i will” she smirked, opening the door behind her back. “i can’t resist” he tried again, grabbing her wrist as she was halfway out.

“oh yes, you can" she chuckled before kissing him once more. It was a quick kiss, but enough to make James moan. Abigail smiled against his lips, withdrawing swiftly. “princess, please” he begged her, moving forward to chase her succulent red lips. Abigail shook her head no, smiling. “later” she suggested. “this afternoon, after your practice” Abigail added and saw his gaze brighten. “where can i found you?” he asked, his heart racing in his chest. “near the library, on the second floor” she answered without thinking. By the time he would’ve finished his lacrosse training, her meeting with the book club would’ve been over by half an hour. That was perfect. “deal" was all he could answer.

After shutting the closet’s door behind them, James caught Abigail by surprise and grabbed her waist pulling her against his rock hard cock. “Jam—“ she squeaked. “easy, princess, keep quiet” he cut her off, hiding her behind his robust figure. Abigail did what she was told and he kissed her again. "one last thing" he groaned between kisses. “you better make a stop in the bathroom before you head to class” he smirked on her lips. Under the daylight the redness on her cheeks was perfectly visible. “you… you fucking asshole” she muttered covering the point on her neck where he had left his mark.

James chuckled as he walked towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. The girl headed to the opposite direction and, before disappearing behind the corner, she turned around finding him at the other side of the corridor looking at her. Then she gave him the finger and kept on walking. James felt a smile rising on his face, but he shook it right away.

A few hours later, when the weekly meeting of her book club ended, Abigail got up from her seat and moved closer to the window. She looked down on the lacrosse pitch located behind that building and saw the team training. She immediately spotted James, he was wearing a top that sticked perfectly to his upper body and a pair of very thiny shorts. That outfit emphasised his physique in a very tempting way. Her eyes wandered over his torso, his abs stood clearly defined and muscular. His defined and sweaty arms peeked beautifully from the sleeveless top. The way in which his shorts hugged his strong legs emphasised James’ perfect ass. Abigail watched in awe as every muscle in the boy’s body contraced as he moved along his teammates on the pitch. They were about to conclude their training session and were now playing a little game, in order to try the schemes they had been thought. She was amazed by the strenght with which he directed and encouraged his teammates, the courage with which he threw himself against his opponents and how he faced each tackle fearlessly.

On the pitch, under the window, James was feeling a pair of eyes following his every move. That day’s training had been really strenuous and, despite the fact that he was very tired and sore, he was sure he was lucid enough not to start imagining things. The gaze he felt heavy upon him couldn’t belong to one of his coaches, nor teammates; at that time of the day there was no one else around and he couldn’t understand to whom that look belonged. Before one of the last actions of the game, James looked around himself and finally saw her. She was standing at the window on the second floor of the building beside the pitch. Abigail was looking down at him and didn’t flinch when he caught her staring. He returned the stare, grinning. James then returned his attention on the pitch, ready to play the last play of the game. He was the captain of the school’s lacrosse team; that sport and his role were one of the few things that made him really proud. He loved playing lacrosse, the strenght and mentality it required. As the coach blew the whistle, signalling the end of the game, and the victory of his team, James rejoiced with his teammates. He immediately lifted his head up, looking at the window behind his back. Abigail was still there, and she was clearly smiling; that made the boy’s heart starting to hammer.

A few minutes laster, the coaches dismissed them and James rushed to the changing room and showered himself. He looked forward to see her, he was excited beyond limit. The boy cleaned himself quickly then got dressed with his uniform and headed rapidly to the second floor, where Abigail was waiting for him. He stopped a moment before entering the room to recompose himself, he didn’t want to look desperate. James looked at his reflection in a window and fixed himself up. He brushed his still damp blond hair with his fingers than, finally, he entered the room.

The girl rose up from her chair and turned to face him as he entered. In spite of the numerous times he had met her in person already, James found himself stunned again at how gorgeous she was. He let his backpack fall on the ground before locking the door behind him. The room was poorly lit, Abigail had closed the roller shutter creating a more intimate atmosphere. The scent that lingered in the air was sweet and flowery, indicating that there were a lot of girls there before them; James didn’t despise that, that smell was way better than the one of his team’s changing room. The room was quite small, there was only an oval table that took almost the entirety of the space, surrounded by chairs.

“princess” he greeted her, bending his head lightly. She was looking at him with an unreadable light in her eyes, while she was standing in front of him; her lower back pressed against the table’s edge. “asshole” she greeted him, smirking. He chuckled lightly taking a pair of steps forward and closing the distance between them. In a couple of seconds he was standing in front of her, towering over her with his hands placed above her hips. “how dare you?” ha asked laughing. “no one believed this was a mosquito bite” Abigail explained showing the red mark on her neck. “you should’ve come up with a better excuse” he said, starting to caress her thighs. “and, by the way…” he continued, tracing soft patterns on her knees. “the biggest asshole here is you, because you left me with a boner for the whole morning” Abigail couldn’t hold back a small laugh at his dramatic tone. “it’s not my fault if a simple kiss is enough to get you” she teased him, leaning forward. “that wasn’t a simple kiss, and you know it” he answered bitterly grabbing ahold of her jaw. The girl smirked proudly, she was well aware of the effect she had on him. She tugged at the collar of his white shirt and pulled him towards her. James wasn’t expecting this to happen, too focused on her red lips to notice her movements. He stumbled a little, but stadied himself grabbibg her plush thighs.

They kissed deeply, mouths open, tongues lashing each others. James couldn’t help letting out a moan, being that distracted by her lips. Abigal wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His groin brushed against hers, and he let out a low growl gripping her buttocks to press her even further against him. Abigail smiled on his lips. She started moving her hips slowly, making Damian moan again. She suckled gently at his bittom lip, making him open his mouth. She then slide her tongue inside it, making it brush against his. James had to admit that Abigail was a very good kisser, if not the best. He would never admit it to her, but the way she explored his mouth made him feel things he never felt before. He thought he could spend his life just kissing her, breathing her scent and tasting her. They kept on going like that for long minutes, until they both started panting slightly.

“you see…” Abigail spoke, breathlessly. “i was right, you get hard just from kissing me” she teased him looking down at the tent forming underneath his trousers. James felt his cheeks starting to redden, but he wasn’t going to let her go with that. He smiled softly, but his hand slid swiftly from Abigail’s buttock to her inner thigh; he moved it forward to her centre and smirked when, halfway up, he started feeling her wet skin under his fingertips. “as you get wet just from kissing me” he answered in a whisper. The sound of his voice was enough to make Abigail tremble with anticipation. “you like me so much that you get all worked up just with a little kiss” he continued, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. Now was his turn to tease her.

Abigail moaned when she felt his lips pressed against the love bite he had left hours before. “i saw you staring before” he steated, leaving a long stripe of kisses alonge her neck. “did you see something you like?” “mh-m” Abigail moaned closings her eyes. “tell me” he ordered before nipping her earlobe. The girl shivered and smiled wickedly before answering. “i saw…” she whined. “i saw the schemes you were trying, they seemed pretty clever… then the neatness of the passages, laudable” she sighed. James raised an eyebrow at her answer. “are you kidding?” he asked, abruptly stopping his ministrations. She eventually opened her eyes just to be met with a disbelieved look on the boy’s face. She giggled nodding. James didn’t expect this either, but he liked how she turned the tables. All of the tension of the moment was gone in an heartbeat. “yeah… sorry, you were so caught up… i couldn’t resist” she tried to apologise, her smile still planted on her face.

“but beside that, there were still a few other things i liked” she then added. “for example?” he asked leaning closer to her once again. “well… your tiny little revealing outfit was truly enjoyable” she started and he suddenly felt flustered, her confidence made him blush out of excitement. “yeah?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “yeah, it made your ass really stand out” she continued smirking. No one had ever talked to him like that, and he liked it a lot. “then i liked the strength with which you manhandled your teammates” Abigail added, caressing his strong arms. James lost track of everything, only thinking about what Abigail said. “mh i see” he spoke softly, still caressing her thighs. “i bet you wish you could be manhandled with the same roughness, uhm!?” He asked, grazing his fingertips above her clothed center. “mh… yeah” she breathed out. “you thought about being fucked on that pitch, too? being under me while i pound relentlessly into your sweet cunt, princess?” he continued whispering in her ear as he began stroking her from above her lacy panties and tights . “yeah… that, that too” Abigail moaned, feeling her legs starting to tremble.

James placed a long kiss in the centre of her neck before finally speaking. "good to know, princess… we should do that sometime soon, mh?" he nibbled playfully at her jaw line while still brushing her front. “yeah but… uhm… why don’t we take care of this first?” she suggested, palming him through the fabric of his trousers. In a matter of seconds James lost all of his resolve, again. “ah… fuck” he moaned rolling his hips into her hand. “i think you’ve been in this state for enough time, mh?” she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck. “yeah…” he nodded, swallowing thickly. Abigail smiled seductively and with a swift motion she changed their position, so now James was standing with his lower back pressed against the table.

“can i?” she asked starting to play with his leather belt. “you must” he groaned looking down at her. The girl smirked again, she loved the way he melted for before her; she liked how tame he looked, especially knowing that he would never show this side to others. Abigail slowly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants; she tugged her hands under its hem and guided them down James’ muscled legs. Instinctively, the guy spreaded them a little wider granting her a better access to his now painfully hard member. His white knuckled hands were holding onto the table’s desk for dear life. While watching intently, the girl reached over and gently grabbed James’ full package through his boxers. She pulled and rubbed his cock letting out a content sigh. "fuck" he whimpered closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

Abigail seized the moment and got up on her tiptoes to leave a light kiss on his Adam’s apple before kneeling before him. James followed her every movement as if he was hypnotised, he swore that the sight of her knelt before him could have been enough to make him come right there and then. Abigail placed her palms on his knees and started caressing her way up to his needy bulge. She followed the movements of her hands with her mouth, kissing and nibbling gently at the sensitive skin. Her touch was soft yet firm and intense, making James clench his fists, trying not to cry out in pleasure. "god... yes" he hissed through gritted teeth. She was taking her time tasting his skin. When she reached her destination, on the point right under where James’ gray Calvin Klein boxers hugged his massive thighs, Abigail started to suckle on his skin more fervently. She felt him shiver under her lips.

“darling… please” he begged her, bucking his hips forward. Only when she was satisfied with her work, and the red mark she had created was big enough, she kept on moving. She nuzzled her nose on the skin under his bellybutton, before leaving soft kisses on the area of his hips that was just above his brief’s hem. When she finally let her finger slide under it, James held a breath. He had waited for so long for this to happen that he didn’t know how to react. He was so excited, so pent-up that it was extremely difficult for him to think straight. “fuck… yeah” he moaned, finally feeling the cold air of the room hit his hot sensitive member while his boxers reached his knees. His blissful state was interrupted by a low chuckle, he lowered his gaze to see the astonished look on Abigail’s face. “what?” he rasped. “they were right” she simply answered, looking up at him. James was curious what she meant by that. His suspicions proved correct when Abigail opened her mouth to explain. “you know about all the gossip about your… uhm… tool” she said shifting her look from his eyes to his massive member. He was completely shaved, not a single curl of hair adorned his pink veiny shaft and that made it look even bigger. “i always thought they were exaggerating things, but boy…” she chuckled. “this thing is huge” James couldn’t hold back a small laugh himself, he had to admit that that situation was pretty funny.

"well… thank you for noticing princess, really makes me feel special" he joked, rubbing his hand against her soft cheek. “but i think we’ll find a way to make it fit” he then added, grabbing a firm hold of the hair at the back of her head, pushing her slightly formard towards his groin. With her deep grey eyes still locked with his, Abigail took his hint and wrapped her soft palms around his thick shaft starting to stroke it slowly and gently. “oh god..." he moaned. James closed his eyes as the wave of sensations washed over him, her warm grip already made him shiver. He couldn’t tell if it was due to all the foreplay and teasing, or if it was simply her; but the boy was sure no one had ever touched him like that. He could feel his excitement build up fastly, and when Abigail wrapped her plump lips around his leaking tip he thought he could lose his mind. Her tongue was fluttering all over his pulsing rod, softly licking every inch of it, giving him a wild sensation in his core. She was so good. “yeah… like that princess” he spurred her furrowing his brows while looking down at her. Now both his hands rested on the sides of her face, one tangled with her long black hair at the base of her neck, while the other was placed to her temple and forehead, so that her bangs would not go into her eyes.

She was the most beautiful sight he had ever saw, with her pearly sweated skin and her cheeks hollowed around him. “d-don’t stop” he stuttered and almost lost it all when she lifted up her gaze looking at him with hungry eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “i-i… fuck… i can’t” he stuttered while closing his fingers firmly around her hair and starting to guide her head to take him derper into her mouth, while simultaneously thrusting his hips forward. At this point he was fucking Abigail’s face, but the girl wasn’t going to complain. She planted her long black nails into his firm buttocks to steady herself and followed the rhythm he was imposing. She loved how his lenght filled her mouth completely, and the slight vibration it made when it brushed against her tongue. She lifted her gaze to look up at James, completely lost in plaesure. With his head bent back, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed he looked like an Ancient Greek statue. The face of one of those heroes that were carved in marble, his body drenched in sweat. The mere sight of it made her tingle between her legs, causing her body to shiver. The realisation that he was in that blissful state because of her made her moan, the vibration travelled from her throat directly to James’ cock. And then he came. "fuck… oh fuck!” he groaned, steadying himself on Abigail’s head while thrusting his hips through his orgasm. Suddenly a big load of cum invaded the girl’s throat, but she was ready to swallow it.

After few seconds she pulled away from him, gasping for some air. Some of the liquid escaped from her lips and trickled down her chin to the collar of her blouse. James followed it as it was the last drop of water in the desert. Abigail cleaned her lips with her tongue, her hands still holding onto the boy’s hips. He was salty and bitter, just like his natural smell, but she liked it. She also liked the way he gently stroked her hair and forehead in an almost loving manner. “r you good?” he asked breathlessly. “yeah, that was… intense” she breathed out in a raspy voice. “yeah, intense is a good definition” he nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He wouldn’t be lying if he said that that was one of his most striking orgasms. It seemed that Abigail possessed some kind of power to drive him crazy. Of course he knew that that was normal, all girls have that effect on boys; but there was something different about that. As if they were made to be together, as if their bodies had known each other for a long time.

“come here” he said bending down to pick her up fron the ground, with his hands under her armpits. In the exact same moment in which he moved, he felt all the muscles in his back starting to ache due to the intense training. He let out a low growl. “don’t… i can—“ she tried to push him away, but he cut her off. “princess, i know you can but i’ve been pushing and pulling guys double your size… lifting you up won’t hurt me” he explained calmly, picking her up. She got surprised by his unexpected answer, but soon the surprise faded away. She simply giggled and linked her arms around his neck, letting him lift her up. In a swift movement he turned around and placed her on the table.

When she was sat, he rested his hands on her hips drawing light circles with his thumbs. “looks like know i have to return the favour” he whispered a few inches away from her lips. “that would be very nice if you, mister Beaufort” she smiled. James smiled wickedly before finally closing the distance between them with a slow passionate kiss. His hands immediately moved to the sides of her face, keeping her close to him as she tugged lightly at his hair. Her fingernails lightly scratching the back of his neck sent shock waves to his groin area, making his cock stir again. Abigail liked the way he kissed her, how fierce yet gentle he was; she loved how his big hands cupped her cheeks as if she was the most precious thing he had ever held. It made her feel desired and cherished. Probably that was a technique he had perfected during numerous sexual encounters, but she didn’t care. The way James kissed her made her stomach shake. Their tongues intertwined, caressing, licking, tasting eachother deeply. It was hot and it was sweet and it was perfect.

“lay down” he whispered finally breaking the kiss and pushing her gently down with a hand on her stomach. Abigail did what she was told and moved down until her back collided with the cold wooden surface, never leaving James’ eyes. The boy’s gaze filled with lust when he saw her under him, her black hair sprawled like a crown around her head, her mouth slightly open in anticipation, her legs spread and bent to better welcome him between them. Abigail really was and heavenly sight. He licked his lips slowly, trying not to look like a hungry beast staring into his prey. He slowly caressed the outline of her upper body until he reached the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up on her stomach discovering a pair of white lacy panties under her skin colored tights. “if i do something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me… right?” he swallowed, shifting his gaze from her core to her eyes. “yes, yes but please…” she whined bucking her hips up. “please what, peincess?” he asked mischievously. “please touch me” “as you wish” he answered, starting to knead the soft flesh of her thighs between his hands. His actions made her groan loudly, opening her legs wider to give him easier access.

Suddenly he stopped moving his hands and stared into her eyes again, raising his eyebrows. “sorry” he muttered. “what!?” “i’ll buy you another pair” and as he spoke those words, Abigail heard the sound of the fabric being ripped from her. He had tore her tights apart, exposing her wet panties. “fuck” she breathed out, she didn’t know if she did it because she was pissed about her tights or if she was excited by his movements. However, she didn’t have the time to think about it because a moment later James pushed her soaked panties to the side exposing her pulsating cunt. He then dived towards her cunt and kissed it tenderly, sending shivers throughout Abigail's body. He kissed her mound, just above her sensitive clit. Then he moved to let a trail of kisses on her inner thigh, moving closer to her core he licked a stripe just a few inches away from her outer lip. He repeated the movements on the other side of her cunt, moving closer to where she wanted him, but not quite satisfying her.

“you like it?” he asked above her centre. “mh-m” she nodded, feeling her legs starting to shake. With a smile on his lips, James stuck his tongue out and touched her bud with the tip, swiping the droplets of her juices away. Again, he left a line of kisses just an inch away from her slit. Finally, after what felt like ages for her, he pushed his tongue inside her dripping pussy, eliciting another moan from Abigail. He tasted her honey, savoring every drop of her essence while she wrapped her legs around his head. Without realizing it, she dug her nails into his scalp and dragged them along his skull and neck. He licked and nibbled on her plump labia, slurping all the juices that oozed from her core. “fuck, James!” she moaned rolling her hips following the movement of his tongue. “oh i’m not an asshole now, am i?” he teased her, rubbing a hand on her dripping cunt. “no” she breathed out. “good girl” he praised her before diving again into her addicting pussy.

His fingers opened her swollen petals and soon two digits entered her tight hole. They probed deeper, stretching her cavern, until he found her g-spot. “ah” she gasped at the firts rush of pleasure. “again… do that again” she spurred him, and he doubled his efforts working with both his fingers and his mouth to bring her to the peak of her pleasure. He could hear her heavy breaths getting faster, telling him that she was close to cumming. That only made him work harder to make her climax. His plump lips wrapped around her sensitive bud were making her head spin. The room was filled with Abigail’s laboured breaths and James’ mouth sounds. The air around them was drenched in the scent of their pleasure that madr it thick and heavy. Abigail was about to come, she could feel her walls starting to clench around James’ thick long finger.

She just needed a few seconds more, but before she could let go they heard someone knocking at the door behind them. Abigail felt her heart sink into her chest, as James froze with his fingers buried inside her. “is there anyone in here?" asked a male voice on the other side. James got up so now he was facing Abigail, he put his palm on her mouth while keeping pounding his digits in and out of her. The girl opened her eyes wide, she couldn’t believe he would do this. He thrusyed indise her, while his thumb brushed against her clit. She tried to suppress her moans, or make him stop grabbing ahold of his wrist; but she couldn’t. She squirmed under him, while tha janitor was still outside the door. “dammit! it’s locked” the voice stated, moving the handle. “i’ll have to go grab the key” he then added, and they heard him going away. Both Abigail and James knew mr. Wilby would’ve come back in a matter of minutes, that meant they had to be fast. Abigail held her gaze on James and bit her bottom lip, silently asking him to keep fucking her. “you close?” he whispered in her ear, and she nodded still biting her bottom lip. “come on then, give it to me” he growled, placing both his hands on her pulsing centre. While he fucked her with his fingers, he played with her sensitive clit with his other hand. The double stimulation brought Abigail to her climax. She came arching her back, and moaning loudly inside James’ mouth. He had captured her lips in a messy kiss, swallowing the sounds she made. The sudden orgasm triggered by the fear and adrenaline pushed her over the edge. She came hard, gripping the boy’s biceps tightly in her fists and humping her hips wildly under James. He fingered her through her high, keeping his lips pressed to hers. That wasn’t a real kiss, more a way of keeping her silent. When finally her orgasm subsided she was panting and quivering pressed between the boy’s chest and the table behind her. “mh… fuck” she groaned when James withdrew his hands from her. “come, get up” he urged, extanding his still soaked hand towards her. Abigail took it without thinking twice and followed the boy out of the room.

He led her to one of the bathroom stall. As soon as they stepped inside, they boyh let out a sigh of relief. “by the way…” he breathed out looking down at her with an amazed gaze. “you weren’t the only one that had to come up with an excuse for the marks on your skin” he stated, and only in that moment, under the bright cold light of the bathroom Abigail seemed to notice the scratches she had left on James’ nape. “oh my god” she giggled. “what did you tell ‘em?” she asked then, curiously. “the truth” he shrugged. “i said that i kiss so good that the girl had to hold on sometimes strong not to faint in my arms” he smiled, looking at her through the mirror as he washed his hands. “you really are a vain asshole” she scolded him, reaching the women’s bathroom. “maybe, but you like this asshole” she heard him answer and shook her head smiling. He was right, she kinda liked him; but wasn’t ready to admit it. She closed the stall’s door behind her and tried to recompose herself.

When she exited the bathroom James was nowhere to be found. Abigail washed her hands while looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was perfect, no one could have guessed that a few minutes before she had had one of the most shocking orgasms of her life. Only that damned love mark stood out on her pale skin, but she didn’t despise it. She found it matched quite good with the color of her lipstick. Abigail left the bathroom and started walking towards the stairs at the end of the corridor when she heard someone calling. “miss Fortescue?” she turned around to be met with the round face of mr. Wilby. “do you know, by chance, who was in there?” he asked, pointing to the room her and James had just left. “mh… no, i don’t know… sorry mister Wilby” she lied, but the man seemed to believe her. “oh okay, it’s just… there’s a strange smell and i can’t understand where it comes from” it was the smell of sex, of hers and James’ body tangled togheter. “yeah, you’re right” she smiled nodding at him. “what have you got here, miss Fortescue?” the man probed further, now focused on the red spot on her neck. “oh, it’s just a mosquito bite” she answered briefly, covering it with her hand. “a mosquito bite, that makes sense” he repeated. “during this season they are pretty hungry” he affirmed, smiling. Abigail smiled back before leaving.

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if you’ve come this far, congratulations… you really are a brave person! i am thinking about making this one shot the first chapter of a longer series, what do you think? anyway, every comment and suggestion will be really appreciated, so will be requests or other scenarios in which i could set James and Abigail’s story.

thank youuuuuuu 😊

[s6ngbird]

flowers from beneath — ACT II

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[ warnings ] — m. masturbation, kidnapping, non-con cullingus, lmk if i missed anything

[ pairing ] — hades!coriolanus snow x persephone!reader

[ a/n ] — finally finished!! i really like how it turned out so enjoy!

[ beta read by THE PRETTIEST GIRL EVER @etfrin ]

he already missed you more than words could describe 

the way you subconsciously leaned into his touch and the almost smile you gave him before your mother yelled at him

he thought about you a lot that night, jerking off to the memory of your soft skin and how pretty you were

fuck you look even prettier in person and more fuckable. you also seemed very innocent and coriolanus wanted to get rid of that fast, like blowing out a flame on the birthday cake he never got to enjoy

maybe once he finally had you, he could get a cake and light candles on there, blowing them out with you and then devour you afterwards even though you would probably complain to him that the cake had to be eaten first

he didn't care anymore about having you the nice way, he wanted you now and your mother and all your little friends were just a mere obstacle in the way of you becoming his

so he enlisted the help of two people that knew how to make flowers so beautiful that you would immediately be captivated by the beauty of it

coriolanus didn't necessarily like archane or festus but they knew the most about flowers, and coriolanus did not so this would probably be the first and the last time he'd ask these two idiots for help

he had known them from his academy days, they were smart and knew many things that he didn't much care for but they were backstabbing bitches to felix ravenstill and that landed them a place in the underworld unfortunately

“so you just want a pretty flower?” festus asked, confused by coriolanus’ sudden request for a flower

“no, it has to be eye catching too and make sure that it stands out in a field of soft colored flowers ” coriolanus huffed, annoyed that festus wasn't understanding it, god he really did have a thick skull

“why would you want that? you found a girl that you want to impress?” archane asks, a hint of curiosity in her tone as she looked up at coriolanus 

“that's none of your fucking business” coriolanus said, glaring at archane

“just get me the fucking flower” and the minute he raised his voice, both brunettes scrambled to go find something and coriolanus smirked, glad that he had an authority over them that he didn't ever have during his school days

“bring it to sejanus once you're done” he calls, leaving the room and going to his room to watch you again

as he watched you, he felt his dick strain against his pants, moving to undo his belt before he heard a knock

his jaw clenched, annoyed at the sudden interruption and moving to open the door

sejanus meets his eyes and hands him the flower, looking at it with a hint of curiosity 

sejanus had never seen coriolanus ask for a flower in all his years of knowing him. and sejanus knew coriolanus best so if he didn’t know, then no one else probably knew

“what's the need for this?” he asked, handing the flower to coriolanus 

he snatched it from sejanus, muttering a thank you and shut the door, he wasn't about to explain his master plan to him, knowing that the man was an empath and would immediately disapprove of coriolanus’ ideas

it didn't matter what sejanus thought though, he could finally put his plan into motion now, he gathered all the necessary items needed for what most people would call a kidnapping but he just thought of it as claiming you

he got one of his servants to go up to earth and plant the flower in the meadow, far enough from the water so that none of your little nymph friends could follow you but close enough that you could see it

and then he just waited

it didn't long for you to notice the flower, you had always loved them growing up and wanted to find every type of flower you could, often showing them to your mother when you went home

you saw it and quickly told your friends, begging them to come with you to see the flower but alas, they couldn't go to far from the water

this left you sad but still interested in going to see the flower, so you told them that you were going to see the flower and ran off to the spot where it stood, isolated from the other pretty flowers 

as you got closer to it, you were confused by how you had never seen this flower in the meadow before, especially one that looked like that

it was absolutely beautiful, it was a rose that had red and white petals and something about it just seemed so different then any other flower you had ever encountered

of course you wanted to pick it, you wanted to show it to your friends who couldn't even see it and your mother wouldn't mind, she loved to see when you were excited

your mother did often warn you about certain flowers, telling you that they were no good but would look like the prettiest flowers ever

you didn't understand it though, why would the flower be so pretty if it was dangerous? it just didn't make sense to you and that's why you paid no heed to her words, moving your hand towards the flower and grabbing the stem

then you carefully pulling out the roots and grabbing the whole flower from the ground to make sure none of the roots were left in the ground

unknown to you, coriolanus watched you, standing right below where the flower was, waiting for you to fall in

as you stood up again, wiping the dirt off your dress and analyzing the flower, the ground opened and you fell right through, screaming

you had never experienced this before, screaming for your mother as you descended into the darkness

your mother had made sure to protect you from any dangers of the worlds, so naturally she never told you about the underworld, despite living right above where coriolanus resided

coriolanus caught you since you almost slammed into the ground and he couldn't have his pretty little doll breaking her back from the floor, he wanted to be the only one who could break it

you were expecting to feel some impact from the ground, but it didn't hurt much, feeling your back against something or rather someone 

your eyes widened, and you tried to turn around to see who this mysterious person was

their grip on you was too tight, and you thrashed in their arms, trying to kick and claw at them but it was no use

you heard them whisper something right on the shell of your ear that sounded like “i'm sorry” and you were left confused

not for long though, as you felt a cloth cover your nose and mouth and you started to panic, eventually feeling yourself becoming sleepy and suddenly the world went black

coriolanus felt you go slack in his arms, holding the cloth over for a few more seconds before removing it and cradling you in his arms

you really did look like a little doll to him now and god the things he wanted to do to you right now were absolutely filthy

he made sure that coast was clear before going to his room and placing you on his bed, locking the door behind him

he smiled, feeling like a schoolboy again with a silly crush on a girl he couldn't have, except he did have you now

he grabbed the handcuffs, putting your hands in them and chaining you to his bed

coriolanus really didn't want to do this but what if you tried to escape when you woke up and he wasn't there? or if you tried to hurt yourself?

he couldn't have that happening, after all he was only restraining you to ensure your safety like a good husband would!

but fuck you looked so edible like this that he couldn't help but lift up your skirt and pull down your panties, taking a lick at your pussy

god were you wet for him in your sleep? he hoped so, pressing his tongue against your throbbing cunt, taking longer licks and smiling to himself 

finally you were his and all he had to do was wait till you woke up and while he waits, he'll probably have his dessert

he can't help it, you taste so good!

[deansapplepie]

Everything with you, everything from you

Summary: Daryl and you always loved each other, neither of you acting on your feelings and him always scaring all the men that had interest on you. That is until you can’t take it anymore.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Era: Commonwealth

Genre: Smut, Romance

Warnings: NSFW, smut (there’s a small plot), sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids), creampie, Subish Daryl, Subish Reader, Sweet Dirty Talk, Swearing, Age Gap (everybody is of age, but Daryl’s concerned somehow. Reader is on her 30s and Daryl on his 50s). 18+ Minors, please do not interact.

Word count: 5,505

A/N: English is not my first language so it may contain errors, even though I proofread it. It’s lightly implied reader is plus size, but everyone can read because it’s just small hints of it.

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You were infuriated.

He infuriated you in the same amount he made your heart beat faster because of him.

It had been years of the damn apocalypse, years that you met him, years that your mom died and let you alone. It had been years since he became your best friend, protector and trainer. He taught you many things. He taught you how to fight, hunt and track. He also taught you about love, but he didn’t know it or he fakes he didn’t make you fall in love with him all those years ago.

It first started as a silly crush, when the world ended you were so young… you were in your first years of college when it all happened. You and your mom had become close with the Dixons at the quarry, Merle was a dick, but your mom made him respect both of you, as much as he could. Daryl… was Daryl, he was quiet and grumpy, but he was gentle and caring on his own way. Your mom’s origins wasn’t very different from the two rednecks, so she was able to understand them and where they came from, you were lucky that her and your dad could give you a better life. When the quarry was attacked by walkers and you mom got bitten and died, he was everything you had.

Still today, even with your big found family, you and him were like a package, you even shared an apartment at the Commonwealth and raised Judith and RJ together while Michonne and Rick were away. But your package… this package never included a relationship with him. You were on your 30s already, no boyfriend, no relationship and you couldn’t even blame yourself, guys did come to you and wanted to flirt with you, make plans with you… but he… he always ruined everything. He’d scare the men or make it impossible for you to go out with any of them. In the beginning, you thought it was ok, he was just worried, you were young and you were all still careful about people outside of your small circle. Then you started to think he also felt something for you and it made your heart beat fast and butterflies fly on your stomach. He never acted, he never did anything, and honestly you were tired of waiting for him, you were tired of being alone, you wanted to live just like everyone else. Have someone to hold hands, cuddle, have some physical contact and make plans for your crazy uncertain future.

You entered your shared apartment after him and knowing the kids were on a slumber party at Aaron’s, you closed the door with all the strength you had.

“Wha’ was that for?!” He stopped on his tracks and turned to you. He knew what it was for, He was just playing dumb.

“What was that for?” You sarcastically repeated his question. “Why do you have to ruin all my chances of going on a date with someone?”

“That guy’s a prick.” He leaned on the counter of the kitchen.

“Funny, ‘cause every guy that has some interest on me is a prick for you.” You took some cold water from the fridge, maybe it was going to help you calming down.

“Not my problem you’ve got a bad taste in man.” He picked an apple from the tray and started eating it nonchalantly.

You looked at him, more specifically at the back of his head that you could see from where you were at the kitchen, he felt that soon your stare was going to make a hole on his head, but he tried to fake normalcy. “Yeah, I think I really got a bad taste in man. But apparently that’s your problem since you can’t let any of them get close to me.”

“Why do you keep doing that, Daryl?” You asked, honestly, and he turned to look at you.

“Tomorrow, we have family game night. It’s important.” He said, and that was what he had just said to Jake the guy from your work that asked you to go out on Saturday.

“And I can’t miss it one week?” He was full of bullshit when he wanted to. “What about Sunday? Why did you say I couldn’t on Sunday?”

“Because… I don’t like him.” You rolled your eyes. You walked to the other side of the counter, one hand on it and the other on your waist.

“You don’t need to, I’m the one that has to like him.” You blurted out. You were tired incredibly tired of that sick silly game of his.

“I…” you didn’t let him finish.

“I don’t want to be alone, Daryl. Nobody comes close to me because of you. If you feel anything for me, grow some balls and do something about it, or stop getting on my way.”

The following seconds were a blur, in one moment you were feet apart and in the next you were being lifted to sit on the counter, Daryl between your legs and his lips crushing against yours. A hot messy hungry kiss on your lips, for a brief moment you were surprised, but then you closed your eyes and just let yourself enjoy the moment, take this once in a lifetime opportunity that you have been waiting for years. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands tangled and tugging on his hair. You kissed him back with the same enthusiasm and eagerness, you had dreamed about this for so long. His left hand was on your lower back and the right one was holding a handful of your thighs, your thick delicious thighs that he wanted for so long. You tugged a little harsher on his hair eliciting a groan from him, he pulled you against his body and you could feel his hard on, knowing it was all for you. He gave open mouthed kisses on your jaw and descended to your neck, making you grind yourself against him and a loud moan come from you.

And he stopped.

He simply stopped and pushed himself away from you.

“Fuck.” He said as reality hit him, or what felt like reality for him. “I shouldn’t have done this I…”

“Funny, ‘cause your hard dick says otherwise.” You said still sitting on the counter, cheeks blushed, lips plump and all the tension that had gone threatening to come back. “I’m not complaining Daryl, actually it’s the opposite. So why would it be a mistake?”

“This isn’t right. Ya’re younger than me. Shit… ya could be my daughter.” He said, hand on his forehead, the other on his face.

“Unless you fucked my mom, and I don’t know. There are zero chances of you being my dad.” You tried reasoning with him, was it what he was thinking all this time and not acting on it?

“Ya understand what I said. Ya’re way younger. I’m on my 50s and you on your 30s it’s… it’s not…”

“Right?” You asked. “Is it wrong that 2 consenting adults want each other? I’m not a kid anymore, you just said I’m on my thirties. When we met each other maybe it could have been messed up, I mean I was young and naïve, but still of age. But now? You really want to put the age gap talking on me?”

“Didn’t say ya’re a kid.” He retorted trying to not look at you since your flustered image wouldn’t help him controlling himself.

“If you don’t, it doesn’t make any sense thinking that what happened right now was a mistake.” You jumped from the counter and put yourself in front of him. “What is it? Are you attracted to me but is ashamed of me? Am I not beautiful enough? Not thin enough?”

“I ain’t this shallow, Y/N.” He looked at you, and it broke him seeing hurt and self doubt all over you. “I made a promise to your mother, before she died that night in the quarry. I promised I’d protect you…”

“And you did. I don’t need your protection anymore, you taught me how to defend myself. I don’t even need you to eat, I can hunt my own food if needed. So you’re free you from this burden, I should have never been your responsibility.” You were so angry at that moment tears on your eyes threatening to fall down, his promise should have nothing to do with it. “Well. Fuck. So here’s the thing, if you’re not taking me, acting on your feelings or whatever, Stop hindering other people to do so! I’m not gonna wait on you my whole life and be unhappy just because you’re so close minded.” The words left your mouth like the water flowing from a broken dam. You took your bag again and headed to the door.

“Where are ya going?” He asked before you could leave.

“I don’t know. Gonna decide once I leave. Don’t wait for me. I’m not coming back for game night, tell the kids I’m sorry.” You opened the door and left, no looking back.

He stayed there for a moment staring at the door, he had just let you go. He had you on his arms, just like he dreamed many times and he threw it away, he didn’t do all the things he wanted to do to you. He didn’t showed you how much you meant to him, he just pushed you away and probably lost you, not only on the ways he wanted to have you, but probably also as a friend. He was stuck, desperate and helpless, he didn’t know what to do now that you were gone.

When you left the apartment, you didn’t know where exactly you were going. Now, you had two possibilities. You could go to Carol’s she was your friend, but she was also his friend and he would want to go to her and you would lose your moment with her. So instead, you decided going to Rosita’s, they worked together, but he would not look for her to vent about everything and he knew Rosita would kick his ass if he went there looking for you, or at least you thought so. A plus was, you could also use Coco cuteness to calm and warm your heart, since your kids were not around.

When you knocked at Rosita’s door she wasn’t expecting to see you, and right when she saw you she brought you inside and put you on a tight hug. You had watery eyes and when your friend embraced you so kindly you couldn’t control the tears anymore and let them roll.

“What happened babe?” She asked sitting on the sofa with you and holding your hands. “Who hurt you? Was it Daryl? Want me to kick his ass?”

“He ruined my chances to go on a date, again. We fought at home. We kissed and…” Rosita didn’t let you finish given the new information that was something you never said before when you complained about the archer.

“Wow, slow down. What? You kissed? So why are you here crying?” She truly needed to understand, she knew there was probably more to it, but she couldn’t hold herself when you mentioned kissing.

“Yes, and it was the best kiss of my life. But it doesn’t matter, he ruined everything. When it was getting heated, he simply pushed away from me and said everything was a mistake.” You said, the angry feeling about all the happenings coming again to your mind.

“Oh, he didn’t!”

“Yes, he did. He says I’m too young for him. He’s…ridiculous!” You wanted to pull out your hair, he was making you crazy. “I hate him!”

“You don’t hun…” Rosita pulled you for another hug and you just rested your head on her shoulders.

“I… I think I’m giving up Rosi… I can’t keep losing time like that.” You had already lost so much, not that he ever made it easy for you to know other people and find someone, but maybe you should have imposed yourself many years ago and things wouldn’t have gotten so bad like now.

Daryl couldn’t stay at home. The silence there without you were deafening, he left the apartment and went to the only place he knew he could find some solace if it wasn’t with you. He knocked on the door and waited for the answer. He wasn’t expecting for this person to get the door.

“Hey, Daryl! Is everything, ok? You look terrible.” Ezekiel told the hunter while holding the door.

“I… I didn’t know ya were here. I’m sorry, dun wanna to spoil yer moment.” Daryl scratched his neck nervously.

“Nah, you’re not disturbing. Come in, Carol and I were just having dinner and talking.” The former king invited him in.

He entered the apartment and ended at the table opening his heart to Carol and Ezekiel about everything that happened. Carol listened to everything in silence, but she already knew everything she needed to know.

“You know she’s right, don’t you?” Carol said when Daryl stopped telling them everything.

“I dunno if she’s right.” He stubbornly answered.

“You’ve liked her since when? The farm? And she also liked you for a long time and you already knew that.” Carol told the obvious, but at the moment she felt like she needed to draw for the observant and smart archer.

“Since the quarry.” He mumbled.

“Ok, since the quarry. Whatever. Even earlier and you still act like you shouldn’t be together because of your 20 years difference or something.” Sincerely she thought both of you would have it sorted out a long time ago. “She’s not a little girl and you’re also not a little boy, so stop acting like one.”

“Daryl, love’s something so rare in the world we live in. You shouldn’t let some prejudice like this prevent you from being happy with the person you love.” Ezekiel spoke for the first time, he was careful with his words.

“I ruined everything already.” He took a deep breath. Damn. The way you looked at him, he felt like the biggest asshole in the world, keeping you away from happiness but also didn’t acting on both of your feelings.

“You can still do things right. You just need to quit this nonsense about age. She’s a good heart, and I know she’ll forgive you if you talk to her.” Carol felt like she needed to grab both of your hands and guide you through this like two kids, or you would stay in this cycle forever. “She forgave when you left with Merle, all the times you lied to keep her safe and I’m pretty sure she forgave you for all the years you stayed out there coming and going to look for Rick, and you ended up with Leah, you and Y/N weren’t anything other than friends, but don’t you think it hurt her while she loved and couldn’t have you? She wouldn’t be around if she didn’t forgive you.”

He didn’t say anything, he looked down and started to chew on his thumb, an old habit of his when he was anxious.

“Now, I know it will sound cliché and cheesy, but forget all this shit and follow your heart. Go find her.” She gave a small squeeze on the archer’s hand and have him an encouraging smile.

“Do you have any idea where she could be?” Ezekiel asked.

“Maybe. I hope she’s there and not going after that fucking prick.” He answered, jealous rising when he remembered your colleague asking you out earlier. “Thanks, gonna see if I find her. If not I’ll just need to wait for her.” He got up and was ready to leave.

“Go get her pookie! If you need some extra time I don’t mind taking the kids and having game night with them here.” Carol said taking Daryl to the door. “If you both don’t solve this, I’m going to kick both of your dumb asses.” She completed.

He walked on the corridors of the old building following the path he already knew by heart, whenever he’d not find you, he knew you would be there. He was nervous, it could go all kinds of wrong, but he needed to try if he still had a chance. He stopped in front of the door and took some breaths before knocking on it.

You were at Rosita’s kitchen preparing some pasta for both of you to eat when Coco started to cry and she had go look after the baby. In that specific moment you heard a knock on the door. “Can you answer it, Y/N? It’s probably Eugene or Gabe.” Rosita said already with Coco in her arms.

“Yes, of course.” You lowered the fire you were using to cook the sauce and went to the door, opening it without even looking who it was. When you opened you met the last and first person you wanted to see at the moment, damn your lovesickness for him. You were just going to shut the door right at his face, even though the house wasn’t yours, but he was faster and held the door. “What do you want? I told you to not wait for me.” You tried to sound monotone, but you were pretty sure you sounded angry.

“Ya didn’t say anything about coming after ya. I want ya, that’s what I want. I’ve always wanted ya, and I’ve been an idiot trying to deny it. We’re both adults and I was being stubborn and dumb about it. I love you and…” he stopped to catch a breath since he hadn’t breathed since he started talking. “…I’m incredibly sorry. Please forgive me, and come home with me.”

“Daryl, I love you too. You know I love you. If you go back on your words…” you started to say, your voice shaken with emotion, but was interrupted.

“I won’t. I promise.” He took your hand in his and looked at your eyes. “Let’s get home and make things right.”

“Go girlie! Grab your man!” Rosita shouted from behind and you had almost forgot she was there. Daryl had ignored it completely just now being aware of opening his heart to you in front of Rosita, and Coco.

“I’m going er… Can you just wait a minute? I’m finishing dinner for Rosi. As you can see, she’s a little busy with Coco.” You said going back to the stove and checking if the sauce was good.

While you finished the dinner for Rosita he sat on the sofa near Rosita and the baby, and they talked about something you couldn’t hear from the kitchen. You considered you must be dreaming, this moment couldn’t be real, but you just burnt your pinkie on the pan and it hurt like a bitch, so you were definitely not sleeping.

When you finished you told Rosita it was ready, you gave her a warm hug and you kissed Coco goodbye. You left the apartment with Daryl following you and soon his hand engulfed yours and you could swear you were in heaven, you felt all flustered. Daryl was no different, he was a blushing mess from his cheeks to his ears. His mouth a thin line, his lips pressed against each other trying to contain the smile that wanted to come out.

Once you got home you opened the door and entered first, you waited for Daryl to lock the door and when he turned to you… You attacked him, you crushed your lips and body against him pressing him against the door. Daryl wasn’t going to lie that he didn’t want that to happen, he wanted that a lot, but he wasn’t expecting you’d like to engage in such activities so soon. He had imagined maybe cuddling with you on sofa or bed, talking about you or making dinner together. But he wasn’t going to sign a complaint, he was more than fine with your choice for your first night as a couple.

He quickly kissed you back, his hands coming to your back sliding on it and ending on your butt which he grabbed and pulled your body against his. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, your hands were on his nape and on his hair tugging at it and scratching his scalp. You felt his erection against your belly and you couldn’t resist but slip your hand down his body and touch it, earning a groan from him. It was so hard and by the outline you could see it was thick too. You just couldn’t wait to feel and taste his cock, you unbuckled his belt and worked on the zipper opening his pants.

You shoved your hand inside of his pants now groping his dick with only the thin layer of his boxers separating your hand from touching it skin to skin. He threw his head back leaning on the door, groans and grunts escaping his lips.

“Do you like it Daryl?” You asked your eyes on his face registering all of his reactions on your memory.

“Yeah, a lot… ugh…” The way he was at your mercy was so delicious that you couldn’t contain yourself into teasing him.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” Your hand went up a little, your thumb holding on his waistband.

“Yeah, ‘m gonna be good. All for ya… Anything for ya…” he answered, his eyes closed his mouth agape and a little sweat on his temple.

“Good, so I’m gonna take good care of you. Ok?” You said while you pushed his boxers down with his trousers letting his dick spring free from it looking deliciously glorious. You took it in your hand, pumping it, playing with it… gods… your mouth was watering. “It’s this hard for me baby?”

“Yeah, always this hard fer ya.” He nodded, a groan escaping his lips at each different touch on him.

You got to your knees and he wasn’t expecting this, this wasn’t like he imagined your first time together to be, but again, he wasn’t complaining, he’d take everything you wanted to give him and you’d have more time to do it in all the ways you could and wanted.

You pumped his cock a little bit more and before giving it all of your attention you gave a delicate kiss on his balls. “Oh, fuck…” he hissed, goddamn how did you come so boldly like this? You licked them, your hand never stopping pumping his shaft and your eyes never living his face. Now he looked at you he wanted to watch you with the face of an angel work sinfully with your mouth. You started sucking on his balls making him moan and god, it was delicious hearing him moaning. You sucked both sides of it and just by doing it you had already a pool in your panties. Not that you wanted any other man, but after this you’d want to only suck his dick.

Your mouth left his balls and went to the base of his cock, giving open mouth kisses while your hand would wipe its head. You put both of your hands on his firm thighs and licked all along his shaft. “Damn! How can ya do it so well, angel?” He hissed, hands flattened on the door and the wall.

“You cockblocked me all those years, but at least I had some fun before the world ended.” You said before kissing the tip of his dick, just to put it in your mouth and swirl your tongue on it.

He wanted to throw a sassy remark at you, but at this point his brain couldn’t formulate anything coherent so he decided to just appreciate what you were giving him. One of his hands went to your head massaging your scalp while the other continued supporting him on the wall, it was so good that he felt like he would fall. You’d take little by little, more and more of him while you hummed on it at how it tasted deliciously like Daryl and his pre cum. You started bobbing your head up and down, going further and further, his moans and his hand on your head encouraging you to continue and when he alerted he was about to cum you slowed a bit, you wanted it on the top of your tongue, you wanted to fully taste and savor him. You touched his balls while sucking him and soon he was shooting his seed inside your mouth while he grunted and moaned your name. You swallowed every drop of it, not wasting anything.

“Tasty…” You wiped your mouth and he brought you from your knees to stand up.

His lips crashed immediately on yours, changing positions and pressing you against the wall. His taste on your lips and on your tongue making him taste himself on your mouth. He kicked his pants and boxers like he could without breaking your kiss, still wearing his boots, but now his legs were free to move. He lifted you from the floor and you got the cue to put your legs around his waist, her urged you to take your shirt off and took a moment to kiss your neck, shoulders and collar bones.

He started to walk, taking you to his room and you couldn’t care less as you took this time to kiss, nibble and suck on his neck. He threw you on his bed and took his boots off frantically, you were on your elbows observing him as he took your shoes off and threw them anywhere in the room. You observed him only using a black sweater, bare legs and his cock that you had sucked the life of a few minutes ago was already standing proudly. You licked your lips and he didn’t let it pass, having a smirk on his face.

He came back to you hovering you on the bed in between your legs, taking your lips one more time while his hand travelled down your body palming your covered bra. His hand went to your back and how he was able to open it so easily was a mystery to both of you. He massaged your breasts with both hands giving slight pinches on your erected nipples taking moans from you. His mouth came to your left breast while his hand took care of the other and his other hand descended to work on opening your jeans.

Once your pants were open he pulled them from your body taking your panties too. God, there was too many layers he needed to have you. He came back with his mouth to give the same attention to your right breast while his hand covered your wet covered pussy.

“Is this by just sucking my cock?” He took his mouth from your breast spit slipping from his mouth. “I barely played with ya.”

His fingers slipped between your folds making you whimper. “Princess, I made ya a question. Don’t ya wanna be a good girl and answer?” He watched you, observing every reaction you had. His thumb touching your clit and circling it, a cry leaving your lips.

“Yeah… it’s because of your cock.” You replied breathlessly. “It’s so delicious… ugh…” One finger slid inside your cunt.

“Are ya my good girl?” Husky voice, his finger pumping in and out of you.

“Yeah…” A second finger went inside of you. “Ugh… Dar…”

“And who d’ya belong to?” He asked finger fucking you, a lick to your neck savoring you and sweat.

“You… I’m yours…” Your hips bucked onto his fingers. He started scissoring, his thumb pressed on your clit.

“Whose pussy is this, hugh?” You were a trembling moaning mess, your cunt clenching around his fingers.

Damn. You were close. “Daryl’s! It’s yours…” His fingers going in and out of you, playing with your button till you burst out in your orgasm clenching and spasming on his fingers. His name being moaned again and again.

“Fuck. Ya’re so good fer me.” He kissed you passionately, fingers pumping you slowly, till he broke your kiss, just to have a taste of you from his fingers and slipping them in your mouth so you could suck and taste it too. “Such a good girl… what should be yer reward?”

“You know what I want… but first…” you tugged at this black sweater that he was still wearing, fuck, you wanted to feel his body against yours, skin to skin, the mix of your scents with sweat and the smell of sex.

He took out his shirt throwing it on the floor and coming back to you, looking at your eyes, his hands caressing your head scratching your scalp. “Now, tell whatcha want sunshine…”

“I want your dick, full inside of me. Please…” You pleaded your hands wandering on his chest, going down on his abdomen.

“Ya ask so nicely, I could give ya the world.” He kissed you, deeply, slowly and sensually, this time wasn’t like all the others despaired and craving for the other, it had more. It was as if this kiss could mean everything, all the years pinning for each other, all the feelings that were hidden, the lonely nights thinking about each other, the inability to be satisfied never having the other…

He aligned himself to your pussy and he pushed inside. You gasped, it had been so long… and you’ve been wanting this for so many years, that none of your fantasies or attempts to reproduce the feeling with your fingers could compare to having him inside you. He slowly bottomed out and started to move once you were comfortable. His hips trusting onto yours rhythmically and yours doing the same unable to contain your moves and the need for the man between your legs.

“Fuck, ya’re so delicious. I should’ve had give in to yer temptation earlier.” He groaned nibbling and sucking on your neck.

“Dar… ya do it so well…” Your arms around him holding on his shoulders. “Hhgmmm…”

A thought crossed his mind for a single second and he didn’t think twice. He rolled both of you so you’d be on top, his hand moved to your hips. “Ride me, I wanna see ya riding me…” you sat on top of him, he still inside of you. You looked at him and… Daryl has always been handsome but fuck… were he gorgeous right at that moment.

You moved your hips, both hands on his stomach, going up and down right on your rhythm, rolling on top of him. “You feel amazing…” You closed your eyes, throwing your head back, your hair down framing your face… in Daryl’s mind he was being fucked by a goddess., you glowed in all your glory. You felt you were close, that so familiar feeling inside of you telling you’d explode at any moment, you quickened your pace searching for your breaking point. You could feel by the way Daryl’s dick was twitching he was close too.

“Y/N… love… I need to pull out I’m…” you interrupted him, going faster by every second.

“I dun mind. I wanna everything with you, everything from you…” If he didn’t mind of course, but you didn’t had the time to say it, hearing your words were the ignition he need to erupt inside of you, filling you with his cum and bringing you to the edge as soon as you felt his warm seed inside of you. “Daryl, fuck…”

Your body collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest hearing to his quick heartbeat and heavy breathing, both of you calming down and relaxing on each other’s arms. He rolled you again, so now you were resting on the bed he was on top of you. He looked at you, his hand on your face admiring you.

“I love ya, I always have.” He confessed.

“I love you too.” You said teary eyes, you were so happy you weren’t able to control.

“Shush… dun cry, I’m not pushing you away ever again.” He said thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m so happy.” You said trying to control your happy tears and failing.

He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids coming out and spreading on the bed. He took a clean humid cloth cleaning you and the bed the better he could. Then he joined you in bed again, holding you, your head on his chest, a blanket over both of you. You talked about nothing and everything, imagining how the future would be and imagining how the kids would react once they knew you were finally together.

In the middle of talking you fell asleep, while Daryl stayed awake a little more thinking on how long he deprived himself from happiness and how lucky he was that you never gave up on him, until he fell asleep. Little did he know that you also thought you were the luckiest woman for having him by your side all those years and finally being able pour your love on each other.

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